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hiii can u pretty please write about a perverted kitsune yokai yandere who just sees the reader as a temporary play thing and deny the fact that theyâre attached to the human and that theyâre so heavily obsessed with them that they stalk them everywhere they go in disguise since kitsune yokai can disguise themselves as a human
-đanon
Ukifune is one of the yokai you encounter during your time in feudal Japan. He is a traveling merchant, selling oddities and souls. Most of the items on display are stolen, or dreadfully cursed. That's for the poor, gullible buyers to discover, however. A deal's a deal, and he has no business with the aftermath!
He was shocked to find a pathetic human like you surrounded by a pack of demons; and not just any demons, mind you. To have the great Murasaki himself draw his sword for your sake, like some mere servant, was no ordinary thing to witness. He was intrigued, morbidly curious. He found himself following you around, wanting to learn your secrets.
Ironically enough, he becomes terribly attached to this mysterious human reincarnation. You're silly, you're naĂŻve. He loves it. Oh, he'd have so much fun teasing you. If only your horned suitors wouldn't interfere all the time.
"Keep your hands off, filthy fox," Yuugiri hisses at the intruder.
"I should've sliced him up when I had the chance," Murasaki mutters under his breath, glaring at the blatant pervert sneaking his way in.
Naturally, you're oblivious to it. What's another friend to the team? You joyfully accept his presence, until you feel his clawed hand cupping your butt without any shame.
[Yokai Harem Masterlist]
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I just saw the cutest video of foxes doing little puppy head tilts⌠theyâre just too cute.
So imagine a kitsune watching you from the forest. Heâs been interested in you for a while, unable to tear his gaze from you.
Him mounting you the second youâre close enough, tilting his head curiously as you moan while he knots and your fat cunt.
His tail sways and his eyes focus on you, watching as you struggle to take his thick knot. Youâre just so soft and fat and he loves how he can grab a handful of your hips while he pounds into you!
Little squeaks and whines leave his mouth, and he yips while his leg twitches, cum pooling into your warm cunt as he fills you up!
Heâs so happy, nipping at your skin and trying not to eat you⌠youâre all his now, his mate! His!
Just⌠silly guy.
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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 wonât 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 doesnât 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 Iâm 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 âdaddy is a state of mindâ, 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 didnât know what was wrong. Your neighbor came around, a nice lady that youâve 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 didnât 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 heâs 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.
Thereâs 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. âWait! Hear me out, IâŚâ
But then it clicks. âYou are the fox,â you deadpan.
âWhat?â Heâs as surprised as you.
âThe fox from my memories. Itâs you.â Everything starts making sense, why they left, what his mother said when you were a kid.
âI- I thought you didnât remember that,â he whispers, more to himself than to you.
âOf course I do, it broke my heart when you disappeared. I was so sad my parents bought me a puppy.â He doesnât answer, staring at you like you grew a new head. You look into his sad eyes and canât hold back anymore: âWhy did you leave me?â 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 youâŚ
âIâm sorry. I- They told me I had to. I couldnât 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 couldnât stop thinking about you.â His voice is broken as he explains, his words rushed as if heâs trying to convince you as much as he tries to convince himself.
And you get a new realization at that. âThatâs why you came back? Thatâs why you married me? Not because they signed some papers when we were not even born?â You ask for confirmation.
âOf course not! I love you. Always have. Always will,â 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: âThen make love to me until I canât walk anymore. Breed me until I canât think of anything else. Fuck me until the sad memories disappear and I can only think of you inside of me,â 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: âYou canât say that and look at me directly, or this would end sooner than expected.â You look down at the same time as he does, seeing his dick twitching and growing hard in front of your eyes.
âDoes me saying dirty things arouse you, daddy?â 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 âdaddy daddy daddyâ as he rocks your body against his. Heâs 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. Itâs 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. âYes. Yes. Yes,â 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. âAre you going to come for daddy? Are you going to make a mess out of your pretty pussy for me?â 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.
âYou are so good, such a good girl for daddy,â 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.
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So I've been thinking of the Omegaverse lately and I can't quit thinking about adopting the entire fantasy trope around it.
Like, for example, just imagine...
An Alpha Siren who happens to discover its Omega Reader while there's a cruise ship above, which leads Alpha Siren to follow the ship to port while attempting to gather Omega Reader's attention, stalking you from a distance, leaving little love trinkets everywhere you go, before finally kidnapping you and dragging you need into the dark abyss.
Or reverse itâ An Alpha Reader hunting down their Omega Siren, searching the ends of the Earth, diving in vast oceans, countlessly losing your Omega Siren after a single glance, only for your Omega Siren to come to you, half laying on the deck, wagging their tail desperately, wantonly begging for their Alpha Reader to impregnate them.
An Alpha Dragon that captures treasures in their vast abode while waiting on their perfect omega, then happens to discover Omega Reader gathering herbs. We can even turn you into an Omega Witch. Captured by the dragon, fighting for your life, even when your heat kicks in...
Or maybe an Omega Dragon that sneaks up on Alpha Witch Reader in the forest one day and refuses to leave your side. Whines like a puppy, guards like a dog, purrs like a cat, but is as horny as a rabbit when it comes to its heat.
How about an Alpha Naga hunting in the forest, searching for prey for their tribe, then comes across Omega Reader collecting samples, safeguarding the forest, or whatever else you may be doing for planet earth, and takes the chance to observe a new species before falling quickly. Alpha Naga ends up causing your premature heat, kidnapping you from your tent, and hiding you deep in a cave. Your heat gets the better of you but that doesn't mean you won't put up a fight.
Or an Omega Naga that you find as an adventurer that fights you tooth and claw. After winning, maybe it just slithers away or, because of Alpha Reader's pheromones, they go into heat. Maybe you help Omega Naga through its heat intimately, or maybe they are the ones who claw at your shirt, coiling their tail around your legs, their forked tongue kissing your neck and face, even the slippery cocks that end up slipping between its orifice.
Take an Omega Selkie that adores the shore and while swimming to the surface, catches wind of your Alpha pheromones, which leads to the Omega Selkie searching everywhere for you, discovering your swimming form scuba diving or just swimming leisurely, they end up playing with you in their seal form before revealing their true self when you have to leave. It's pretty hard to turn down a tempting and innocent creature that's leaking for you to sate their desires.
Or an Alpha Selkie who dominated the waves, blending in with humans while protecting the seas, they also dare to sift through the human omegas before coming across you, which leads to your rejection and their perseverance until you end up being emotionally and physically attached. Now youâve got no where to run and no where to hide with Alpha Selkie breathing down your neck and following you at every turn.
Maybe try an Alpha Harpy bleeding from a wound in a fight and comes across you, an Omega Bird Hybrid, before passing out, to which you take them in and clean them up, feeding them, nursing them back to health. Alpha Harpy refuses to leave at the end, declaring themselves your mate, grabbing many courting gifts to give you, nonstop attempts to mate you, aiding you in building your nest and even collecting your meals.
Or maybe an Omega Harpy that is in constant need of affection but refuses themselves from having any contact with it due to their abused childhood, thus leading Alpha Reader, who has Omega Harpy as a pet, to care for their needs, to learn more about habits and behaviors, before attempting to try anything, which leads to multiple disputes that ends bloody for Alpha Reader before you honestly takes care of Omega Harpy through their heat, platonically, thus ending up with them falling for you.. but more slowly and with caution.
We could try an Alpha Cereberus Pack that has lived for thousands of years, most of them mateless and horny, until one night where they meet their perfect little Omega, you, a Cat Hybrid. They're sent to guard the demon that's killing your neighbors, all the while watching you, individually, invisibly, before the demon comes after your Omega Cat Hybrid Readerâ which sends Alpha Cereberus Pack feral and ends up taking the demon's life and disappearing with you...
Or an Omega Cereberus Pack that have been abandoned by their last owners or their parents (bc that's the way of life what cruel abusive demons do) and are starved, on the brink of death, when innocent Alpha Cat Hybrid Reader finds them in the wet rain before taking them safely home. You take good care of the Omega Cereberus Pack, even as they snap and growl at your every move, but eventually, they grow fond of you, growing like wild weeds, and, out of nowhere, they've become adults, begging in heat one day.
Maybe enjoy an Omega Arachne that is super shy and scared of others that are not of their kind due to the screams of terror when coming in contact with someone else. Omega Arachne who's lived alone for a few hundred years, succumbing to loneliness.. then they caught a whiff of Alpha Reader's pheromones and suddenly went into a force heat, which causes your rut to come into play, but not until you've stumbled upon their web (in a cave, in a forest, or maybe on a mountain).
Or an Alpha Arachne that has set his eyes on you, an Omega Arachne (or maybe an Omega Lamia) since you were born, watching, waiting, for the perfect time to strike and capture you in their web. Alpha Arachne designs a web for the upcoming mating season and delivers many prey of all kinds for the honeymoon, and even if they don't end up catching your attention, they take matters into their own legs and kidnap you for their own. After a clutch or two, they know you'll be fine.
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pairings. m!kitsune x gn! reader
warnings. slight yandere tendecies, nothing too much, proof-read. set in ancient japan. kitsune wears a yishang despite it beingset in japan so don't mind that.
a/n. i love fox hybrids :') if there are any mistakes please let me know!
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the quiet forests of the yamashiro mountains were no place for a lone traveller, especially with the whispers of mischievous spirits haunting the winds. but you had no choice.
you were sent to retrieve herbs for your ailing grandmother, and the rarest ones only grew in the deep woods, where mortals dared not venture.
the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the dense trees as you carefully made your way along the narrow path. youâd heard the storiesâhow travelers would be lured off their paths by strange lights or laughing voices, never to be seen again.
kitsune were the most feared, ancient fox spirits with the power to trick even the wisest of sages.
but you didnât believe in such tales⌠at least, not until you met him.
it started with laughterâsoft, melodic, but undeniably playful. the moment you heard it, you stopped in your tracks, eyes darting around for the source. there was no one in sight, but you felt a presence, something watching you from the trees.
âhâhello?â you called out hesitantly, gripping your basket tighter.
more laughter, closer this time. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and before you could react, a figure appeared before you. he seemed to materialize from the mist itselfâstanding tall, his molten silver hair cascading down his back in waves that seem to shimmer under the moonlight, as if alive with an ethereal glow.
his sharp, golden eyes, reminiscent of a predator, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. every movement he makes is smooth, graceful, and effortless, as though heâs one with the very wind itself.
heâs draped in yishang, its silken fabric flowing around him in delicate layers. the garment, though traditional, carries a mysterious air, its texture almost too smooth, too fluid, as if it was woven from the very essence of the night.
even when the air is still, his robes sway gently, giving him an otherworldly presence, like a mirage that could vanish at any moment. and when he smiled, his sharp teeth gleamed in the fading sunlight.
but the most striking feature? the nine tails that swayed lazily behind him.
a kitsune.
âyou seem lost, little human,â he purred, his voice as smooth as silk. his lips curled into a sly smile. âor perhaps⌠youâre just looking for a bit of company?â
your heart raced as you stepped back, your mind screaming at you to run, but something about his gaze rooted you to the spot. he was beautifulâdangerously soâand the playful tilt of his head as he regarded you made you feel like prey.
âiâiâm not lost,â you stammered, trying to sound braver than you felt. âiâm just gathering herbs.â
the kitsuneâs eyes gleamed with amusement, and he took a step closer, his movements graceful and almost predatory. âah, how noble of you,â he said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. âbut these woods are no place for a delicate thing like you. itâs dangerous.â
âiâll be fine,â you insisted, though your voice wavered. you tried to sidestep him, but he blocked your path effortlessly, his tails flicking with amusement.
âi canât let you wander around like that,â he said, his smile widening as he leaned in, his voice a low, teasing whisper. âwhat if something happened to you? iâd feel terribly guilty.â
you frowned, trying to put some distance between you, but his presence seemed to fill the entire space, surrounding you. his scentâlike wildflowers and something muskyâinvaded your senses, making it hard to think clearly.
âi donât need your help,â you said firmly, taking another step back. âiâll manage on my own.â
the kitsuneâs expression darkened for just a moment, his eyes flashing dangerously before returning to their playful glint. âoh, but i insist,â he purred, circling you slowly. âi canât leave such a lovely human alone in these woods, after all. it wouldnât be right.â
without warning, he vanished in a puff of mist, reappearing behind you in the blink of an eye. you gasped, spinning around to face him, but his long fingers had already wrapped around your wrist, gentle but unyielding.
âlet me go,â you demanded, trying to pull free, but his grip only tightened, his golden eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity.
âwhy would i ever do that?â he murmured, his voice low and possessive. âyouâve captured my interest, human. iâve been watching you for some time now.â
your heart pounded in your chest. âwhat do you mean?â
the kitsuneâs lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. âiâve seen you⌠in the village, tending to your family, always so kind, so sweet. you didnât know, but iâve been waiting for you. and now that i have youâŚâ his grip on your wrist tightened slightly, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
âiâm not letting you go.â
you swallowed hard, feeling your pulse race under his touch. âi⌠iâm just a healer. thereâs nothing special about me.â
the kitsune chuckled softly, his tails swaying behind him like flickering flames. âoh, but you are special. you see, humans are so fragile, so fleeting⌠and yet, youâve managed to catch my attention.â
his words sent a chill down your spine. "i donât belong to you,â you said firmly, though your voice trembled slightly.
the kitsuneâs eyes darkened, and for a moment, the playful mask he wore slipped, revealing something far more dangerous beneath. "right."
you tried to pull away again, but he was faster, his arms wrapping around you in an almost crushing embrace, his nine tails curling around your body like chains. his face was inches from yours, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that left you breathless.
âyouâll see,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. âi can give you everything. power, immortality, anything you desire⌠as long as you stay by my side.â
your heart pounded in your chest, your mind racing for a way out, but the more you struggled, the tighter his grip became. he wasnât going to let you go.
âi donât need power or immortality,â you said through gritted teeth, refusing to let him see your fear. âi just need to get the herbs and be on my way.â
the kitsune tilted his head, his smile returning, though it was far more sinister now. âyouâll learn to love me,â he said softly, his voice filled with dark promise. âiâll make sure of it.â
before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips sfotly brushing the edge of his lips, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself slipping into the depths of his obsession.
but you werenât ready to give in. not yet.
with all the strength you could muster, you shoved him back, breaking the kiss and stumbling away from him, your chest heaving.
"whaâwhat do you think you're doing!?" you exclaimed, cheeks flustered. that was your first kiss!! and he just took it so casually!!
the kitsune stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before his smile returned.
âfeisty,â he murmured, his eyes gleaming with approval. âi like that.â
and with that, he vanished into the mist, his laughter echoing through the trees.
but you knew this wasnât over.
it had been days since your encounter with the kitsune in the forest. though you managed to escape his immediate grasp, his presence lingered in every corner of your mind.
his laughter echoed in your thoughts, and you often felt his eyes watching, even when you were alone.
you tried to go about your daily life, but the eerie sensation never left you. every shadow, every rustle of leaves, felt like himâwaiting, lurking, ready to reappear.
and, as you feared, he did.
you had returned to your village, thinking maybe being surrounded by people would keep him at bay. but even within the walls of your modest home, with your grandmother sleeping soundly in the next room, you couldnât shake the feeling that you were being watched.
the silence of the night was thick and oppressive, and the flickering light of the oil lamp seemed to dance in the windless air.
suddenly, you heard itâsoft footsteps outside, impossibly light yet unmistakable. you froze, your heart pounding in your chest. it was him. you knew it.
âdonât,â you whispered to yourself, but your feet moved on their own, leading you to the door.
the moment you slid it open, the cool night air hit you, and there he stoodâleaning against the entrance, his golden eyes glowing under the moonlight, the tips of his tails barely visible in the shadows.
âmiss me?â he purred, his voice laced with amusement, though there was a hunger in his gaze that made your skin prickle.
âi told you to leave me alone,â you said, your voice more confident than you felt. âi donât want anything to do with you.â
his smile faltered for a split second before returning, though now it held a dangerous edge. âyou keep saying that, little one, but you donât really mean it.â he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. âi can feel it. i can feel how your heart races when iâm near.â
lord, did he have to say that outloud?
his presence was overwhelmingâsuffocating, like he was weaving a web around you with every movement, every word.
âIive been patient,â he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. âbut my patience is wearing thin. iâve watched you every night, waiting⌠and now, iâm done waiting.â
you took a shaky step back, speaking up. âyou donât own me,â you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. âiâm not yours...â
in an instant, his hand was against the wall beside your head, trapping you. his nine tails fanned out behind him, glowing faintly in the moonlight as if reacting to his emotions.
âoh, but you are,â he whispered, leaning in so close you could feel his breath against your skin. âyou were mine the moment i laid eyes on you. and now, no matter what you say, iâm not letting you go.â
your heart raced, your mind spinning as his words sunk in. there was no reasoning with him, no escape from his obsession. he truly believed that you belonged to him.
turning your head away from him you shook your head, "absolutely not!! i will not be your prisoner!" you hissed, trying to ignore the flutter of fear and something far more dangerous creeping into your chest.
the kitsune chuckled softly, his fingers gently tilting your chin back toward him. âprisoner? no, no, no⌠i donât want to trap you. i want to protect you. keep you safe from the world that doesnât deserve you.â
his words, so tender yet possessive, made your stomach twist. he leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch deceptively gentle. âiâll give you everything you need,â he whispered. âiâll care for you in ways no human ever could.â
âand if I say no?â you asked, your voice barely more than a breath. you hated how weak you sounded, how difficult it was to stand your ground when he was so close, so overwhelming.
his golden eyes narrowed, his smile fading ever so softly. âyou wonât say no.â his voice was soft, but the warning was clear.
before you could react, he pressed his lips to yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. his hands, now gently cupping your face, were trembling slightlyâas if holding back some deeper, more dangerous impulse. his tails coiled around your body, binding you to him as if to remind you that there was no escape.
you tried to pull away, but the kiss deepened, his lips moving with an intensity that stole your breath. it wasnât just a kissâit was a claim, a promise, a binding of your very soul to his.
when he finally pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes glowed with triumph. âyou feel it too, donât you?â he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. âthat pull between us. you canât deny it forever.â
you stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, torn between fear, confusion, and something far more dangerousâsomething that threatened to draw you in.
his touch, his words, his very presence, seemed to wrap around you like a spell.
this was bad.
without another word, he stepped back, the cool air filling the space between you once more. his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he vanished into the night, his form dissolving into mist, leaving you breathless and shaken.
he would return. he always would. after all, he had already decidedâyou were his, he was yours, and there was no escaping a foxâs devotion.
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Title: date night
Fandom: none
Characters: Kitsune, children characters
Fic type: nsfw fanfiction
Pairings: Kitsune x male reader
Warnings: male reader, reader insert, nsfw, OC fic, no name for OC, nsfw, smut, height difference, reader is a top, witch reader, Kitsune husband, blowjobs, they have children, the children are adorable, slice of life, cute, fluff,
Notes: to anyone new to this, I am writing like supernatural creatures/ fantasy creatures without them being an official character because I want too, I wrote a vampire and an orc already:)
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(Name) Sipped his tea quietly as he took in the quiet morning, the witch reading the morning paper as the sound of pitter patters of feet could be heard as tiny Kitsune pups ran out into the livingroom "papa! It's morning!" One yelled excitedly and (name) smiled as his children crawled into their respective spots all but the youngest who waddled to his dad and lifted his arms up.
"Now, what should we have for breakfast" (name) set his tea and paper down before walking to the kitchen with his youngest of the four in his arms "bacon pancake" the seven year old mumbled sleepily and (name) chuckled before setting his kid down "why don't you guys go watch your cartoons and I'll make some yummy breakfast" (name) ushered the Kitsune halflings to the livingroom before starting on breakfast.
(Name) Was frying bacon when he felt two arms wrap around him, a nose nuzzling into his neck and a kiss at the nape "smells good..." His husband mumbled as he rested his hands (name)s hips "the children wanted bacon pancakes" (name) said simply as the Kitsune swayed them slowly, tail swishing lazily "sounds good" his voice low and husky as he looked at the bacon on the plate and as he reached for a piece, (name) gently smacked his clawed hand away "no, you can have some with breakfast" (name) gently scolded and the other pouted but pulled away when the little ones called for him.
The three older ones ate like their papa while the youngest always tried to copy (name) but very clumsily "so papa is gonna take you guys to school today and you are gonna hang out with papa and I at the store" (name) said as he ate his breakfast, the three kids excited that the Kitsune is taking them to school, that meant they got McDonald's for lunch.
"Now, behave and have fun" (name) said ushering the kids out the door as he carried his 2 year old into his arms and walked downstairs to the shop area and set the still sleepy pup in his play pen before opening the shop, getting everything ready and doing till count.
The couple owned a magic shop in the city, from arcane to alchemy to anything you could need.
They had it.
(Name) Came from a long line of mages, their home predating the city they lived in and when (name) inherited the house he turned the main floor into the store area and the upstairs into the house, the house large enough to move everything upstairs without problems and even using things like shelves and tables for merchandise.
"Alrighty! Pups at school, littlest pup napping and we are ready to go" (name)s large husband grinned as he stepped into the shop, (name) admiring him in his yukata, a casual looking one that the Kitsune wore between alternating clothes.
Kitsune were naturally bigger and stronger than mages like (name) so wearing clothes like that were easier though (name) did love it when his husband wore suits and turtlenecks, secretly he thought his husband looked fancy.
And he knew the Kitsune abused that when he could.
"What needs to be done pretty boy" his husband leaned over him, towering as his chin rested on (name)s shoulder as he looked at the to-do list that (name) put together "well, we have shipment from yesterday we have to put away and dusting and general cleaning and..." (Name) Went over the list as the other snuggled into him, (name)s voice was always soothing to him...
Customers came in and out as their little one was being a helper, following his parents around like a duckling instead of a fox as customers cooed at him "so helpful!" (Name) Cheered as his toddler handed him his own pen, smiling like he just did the most amazing thing.
When school was done, (name) collected them and brought them next door to their grandmother's, tot included.
As tonight was date night and they didn't need little ones ruining that.
"Wanna close the store early?" (Name) Asked as the store emptied and the fox grinned "my, is my goodie two shoes mate being... A rule breaker"
"Not a rule breaker if I make em" and make him he did as they closed up early and went upstairs, pulling out their secret snacks and turning on the adult tv shows that they have been watching when the littles aren't present, changing into comfy clothes and plopping on their bed "god we needed this" the Kitsune grumbled as the large man cuddled into his husband's chest, being the little spoon as they snacked and watched their shows.
"Wanna fuck?" (Name) Suddenly asked and the other immediately looked interested "we haven't properly had sex in four weeks with the pups raising hell" the Kitsune was already taking off their loose shirts and boxers as (name) looked at the others strong toned body, the two very different in size "you want me to top this time? You been working hard" (name) asked as they touched each other, (name) rubbing at the others nipples and pectorals "you sure...?" The Kitsune asked and (name) gently pushed him down onto the bed, it was a little funny as the Kitsune was a solid 6'7 and (name) was (shorter height) but the fox man was not complaining as his husband began sucking on his chest and stroking his large hard cock "lemme take care of you baby" (name) whispered as he licked around the others areola and sucked and bit on his nipple "god... Is it magic that you're so good?" (Name) Chuckled against his chest as his thumb rubbed and smeared the pre-cum against the others cock head before moving down and kissing across the scape of his muscles to his cock and mouthing up the base before kissing the top.
The Kitsune watched as (name) room the entire cock down his throat with ease, having sucked this cock enough times to be used to it as he began bobbing and looked focused, taking it up and down slowly and with as much suction as he could down to the others pelvic bone.
(Name) relished the sound of the other moaning and gripping the pillows as (name) used magic to lubricate his fingers, prodding at the others entrance with soft circular motions before pushing in, a tight heat that swallowed his finger as he thrusted it with his bobs, curling this finger against the others prostate before slowly adding another than another. Stretching and thrusting, the Kitsune let out low gutteral moans and even whines as (name) hit particular spots "what...?" He glared as (name) pulled away completely and looked at him with a grin "why don't you be a good pup and present?"
God did he love it when (name) used his lingo, immediately getting on his hands and knees, ass up head down as (name) kneeded his ass cheeks "god you have an ass sculpted by the gods...." And could you blame (name) as he layed a slap on those ass cheeks, watching them ripple ass he tugged on the others tail "fuck...!"
"Getting there, just wanna appreciate what I have been blessed with" he said before shoving his face between those cheeks and giving a lick, a feral grin on his face as he gave a bite to the others left cheek.
(Name)S husband always found it funny at how poised and reserved he was day to day but I private?
He was more of an animal then himself.
Mages were kinky fuckers after all, he knew if they weren't desperate that (name) would be using the toys.
He wasn't prepared when (name) pushed his cock in without warning, when did he even lube himself...?
Inch by inch (name) pushed in as the Kitsune moaned and eyes clenched shut in pleasure as (name) kissed his back, the height difference making it hard to get much higher but the arch of his back always made (name) smile slightly.
For a big tough Kitsune, he was awful sensitive.
Slow shallow thrusts were slowly shifted to long hard ones as (name) gripped the others hips, a grunt leaving his lips as he focused on the tight pleasure that surrounded him and the moans his husband produced "god... You're so fucking good... Such a good boy..." (Name) Gasped as his hips moved on their own, pressing against the others prostate with each thrust as the smell of sex was heavy in the air "wanna... Wanna... See you" the Kitsune gargled out and (name) chuckled before pulling out, flipping him with some assistance before putting the others legs over his shoulders and kissing just above the man's knee and pushing back in, watching the other carefully.
Eyes crossing slightly in pleasure and jaw hung one as (name) thrusted again "love you baby... God you're so fucking perfect!" (Name) Babbled as he folded the Kitsune in order to kiss him, teeth clashing and the Kitsunes fangs scraping against his lips as their tongues wrapped around one another.
Fuck he was so thankful that he and his husband took up yoga.
"Gonna cum.... Gonna cum!" (Name) Whined as the other kissed his neck, wrapping his arms around him as the Kitsune took every thrust "come on baby... Cum in me!" The Kitsune equally whiny said as he was about to burst.
"Fuck!"
Cum spilt out of the others ass and cum splattered between their chests as they rode their highs and caught their breaths, (name) looking at his husband and then realized that all four tails were out "came so hard you couldn't contain your shape shifting..." He chuckled at the others more kitsune features, sharper fangs and red tattoos "you look handsome..." (Name) Said love struck as the two kissed sweetly "god I love you"
#oc x male reader#oc x reader#x male reader#x reader#kitsune x reader#kitsune x male reader#smut#supernatural creature#lore#fluff#oc with no name
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Imagine Reader waking up in bed, expecting to see the small, cute fox she saved, only to find Mizu, in her full Kitsune form... naked.
A/n: Hehe is this beautiful, enjoy the small blurb because I need to be stopped from making this smutty.
Mizu knew she should leave you, leave this warm bed, your soft body.
But she couldn't
Ever since you saved her from that hunters trap she had every intention on leaving you but she couldn't because she felt like she had to repay your kindness somehow. Granted you may have thought she was a normal fox but that didn't stop you.
Then as the weeks turned into months she found herself growing attached with her often slipping away and disguising herself as a man just to speak with you. You so cute seeing how shy you became, how nice you looked when you would flush.
Though tonight was different, while she would normally slip away she was to tired. She found herself curling into your warmth. Her small body fitting perfectly against your own, her tail wrapping around your wrist as you two slept.
Opening your eyes, a small smile formed on your face as your body shifted to the warmth. You felt something, many something's running across your hips, touching your bare thigh as you slept.
A soft groan left your lips as your eyes slowly adjusted to the light as it pooled into the room though your eyes went wide spotting a naked woman in your bed, her arms were wrapped tightly around your hips as her head was buried in your breasts.
But that was not what made you speechless, it was the fact that she had a pair of black fluffy ears peaking through the woman's hair. Feeling yourself grow warm your eyes traveled across her body to a pair of fluffy tails. You had to force yourself to not look at her breasts, how soft her skin looked.
"Oh....."
Eyes snapping open, Mizu glanced down her naked body then met your eyes. "Shit......" before you had the chance to react you felt the woman place her hand over your mouth. "Let me explain."
Peering up into Mizu's eyes you were hit with a wave of familiarity. "Mizu? I thought."
Shaking your head, you did your best to wrap your head around the fact the man you've been talking to was in fact a woman who was a mythical creature.
"I am just a little confused, okay I am very confused.Why stay with me? Why the act as dressing up as a male?"
Pinning you to the bed, Mizu let one of her tails glide up your leg though she seemed to be struggling to find an answer. "I.." Pausing, she then turned her gaze away. "I have come to care for you...so I am going to stay with you...as your mate"
Parting your lips, you did not get a chance to reply as the woman rested her head back down on your chest as she hugged you close.
"Now go to sleep." She muttered, her ears flattening as her tails wrapped around you both.
A small smile formed on your lips as you let your fingers glide down her naked back, you just hoped you would be a good enough mate for her.
#drabbles#drabble#mizu#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu x reader#mizu x you#mizu x y/n#blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai mizu#blue eye samurai x reader#blue eye samurai x you#bes#bes mizu#bes x reader#bes x you#kitsune#kitsune x reader#monster#monster gf#monster girlfriend
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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 wasnât 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, youâve talked many times when you would come into the library and you both became very close friends.
Heâs gained a bit of a crush on you, you were everything he wanted in a woman, sure youâre 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.
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How about a yandere kitsune. Oh and congratulations on 100 followers.hope you make it to 1k! â¤ď¸
thank you, @hoodsstuff ! i think this is my first time writing about kitsunes (specially with a yandere theme) and i really hope you like it <3 please tell me if there's any error-
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cw: male kitsune, manipulation, worshipping, jealousy + possessiveness, stalking, toxic behavior, breeding, etc.
đŁ YANDERE KITSUNE! who has been spending his evenings looking at you whenever you walk deeper into the forest. there's just something fascinating at knowing that you're here, alone, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and the occasional animal, ur only company being him.
đŁ YANDERE KITSUNE! who is full of himself, his ego stroked, when you find yourself having to depend on him. but of course, who wouldn't need his help? after all, he's something like a deity, his nine tails and sly smirk are prove of his wisdom, might as well have you wrapped around his finger.
đŁ YANDERE KITSUNE! who feels the need to 'check' if there has been anybody too close to you. at this point you're already his, and only his. if he would share you? that's not even a possibility when talking about this egoistic fox. why would he do that? you're his most precious treasure...
đŁ YANDERE KITSUNE! who is intelligent enough to make his manipulative words sound as sweet as a lullaby. he knows what's best for you, honey. you have no reason not to trust him, right? if he says that you are better only with him, you listen. if he says that maybe you would feel better with one of his cubs, then that's it. no complaining though. <3
đŁ YANDERE KITSUNE! who is aware of his own power, and maybe, just maybe, uses it to scare whoever who tries to contradict him. and if he ever hears that you want to run away when you finally have noticed his true self, he won't doubt to use it against you.
"running doesn't matter, angel. i'll hunt you down if i have to."
Š yonderly alamort 2022. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.
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can he sire other vampires? | info
brushing his hair for him | imagine
all ears | imagine
you tell him he's no longer welcome in your home | imagine
*feeding from you for the first time | imagine
*NSFW alphabet | headcanons
does he hate being a vampire + his blood | info
the Leblanc family | infoÂ
seeing his reflection for the first time | drabble
an act of affection to help you de-stress | drabble
how he reacts to a darling with dizzy spells | headcanons
leblanc legacy | interactive fic
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he finds you stuck in a tree, trespassing on his land | drabble
does Nasana shed? | info
how would he react to you tending his wounds? | imagine
how he kisses | headcanons
role reversal! naga reader, human Nasana | drabble
*make it fit | imagine
*NSFW | headcanons
yandere! Nasana | headcanons
*youâre too embarrassed to moan for him | drabble
*play fighting with him in heat | imagine
his s/o brings him a hot meal during his brumation | headcanons
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how he kisses | headcanons
how he reacts to you having a dog | drabble
yandere! Takeshi | headcanons
*NSFW | headcanons
listening to him talk | drabble
his date loves Japanese mythology | imagine
lipstick | imagine
*Takeshi with a virgin reader | drabble
*predator/prey with Takeshi | drabble
*polyamorous! yandere! Takeshi | headcanons ft. Lisheng
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how she reacts to you gifting her jewellery | imagine
she saves you from drowning | imagine
*sweeter than blood & hearts & marrow | drabble
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*how it feels to be holy | imagine
how he reacts to his s/o asking if heâs a mafia boss | imagine
how he is with his s/o | headcanons
archangel! s/o discovers his plans | drabble
his darling falls to her doom | drabble
the reader is a private investigator, hired to investigate Aphae | drabble
*somnophilia | headcanons
*NSFW alphabet | headcanons
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her human darling is her knight | headcanons
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canât handle the cold? | imagine
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what they would study in a modern setting | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
how they react to finding you injured | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
how they react to you singing | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
*biting | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
how they would react to meeting each other | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
crossovers | info (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
how they are with kids | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
*NSFW | headcanons (Desdemona, Aphaeleon)
you help them preen their feathers | headcanons (Desdemona, Aphaeleon)Â
fun facts | info (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)
*how they are with a soft, submissive reader | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)Â
yanderes seeing a rival with their darling | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, AphaeleonÂ
where they like to be kissed | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)
general yandere behaviour | headcanons (Alois, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)Â
what theyâre like as older siblings | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)
bathing with them | headcnaons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)Â
what your fav character says about you | shitpost (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)
*whoâs into predator/prey dynamics? | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona)Â
the languages they speak + reacting to hearing their s/o say sweet things in their language | info + headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Aphaeleon)
their darling snuggles up to them while they rest | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Vaâariniel, Taruquâinel)
their darling has a fox laugh | headcanons (Alois, Takeshi)
their darling is feral for them | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)
their darling is afraid of thunderstorms | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Vaâariniel, Taruquâinel)
*Take taking his s/o in front of Aphae | drabble (Takeshi, Aphaeleon)
*how they react to their darling calling them daddy/mommy | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Vaâariniel, Taruquâinel)
their favourite activities | headcanons (Vaâariniel, Taruquâinel)
general fluff | headcanons (Takeshi, Aphaeleon)
*how they feel about hypno kink | Alois, Desdemona, Va'ariniel, Taruqu'inel
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*polyamorous! yandere! Lisheng | headcanons ft. Takeshi
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âš ŰŞ ࣪ Ἅᥠshao lisheng 9948e x fem!readerÂ ęą after a long day of spoiling you for your birthday, liseng decides to give you one final gift
Ë ŕŁŞ ଠđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđâ sexual content ጠfembod áŚÂ rough fucking ጠdirty talk ጠ'slut' name ጠexplicit language ጠriding ጠbiting ጠoverstimuation ጠunprotected sex ጠcreampie ጠlight degradation áŚÂ 1.2k
Ë ŕŁŞ ଠđđđđđđđđâ this is for my darling @kiatheinsomniac 's birthday! happy birthday love, hope you enjoy<3
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âLong day, huh?âÂ
A chuckle leaves the kitsune, dark tails swishing in delight as you fall atop his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. Whining and nuzzling into his shoulder while his clawed hand comes up to cup the back of your head. A long day indeed, one of fun and spoils all thanks to your lover.Â
Red nails trace along your back in an affectionate manner, brushing a variety of patterns as he eases your limp form. âAwww, poor, poor girl,â he tuts in that honeyed tone of his. One of his fluffy tails curls around your waist to hoist you closer and allows you to breathe in his floral perfumes. As sweet as his voice, well, apart from the undertone your ears, prone to all his trickery, were picking up on.Â
Yet for the moment you decide to push those thoughts away and instead enjoy the warm embrace of your yokai boyfriend. He has always been quite the snuggler â and after a long day of walking and surprises, it was all that you needed.Â
âHmm,â
His hum leaves your brow arching, but just before you could even so much as question him â the kiss to your ear and the whisper that follows answers all of your questions.
âHow about one more surprise?âÂ
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It seems that the spoils had yet to come to an end, for as Lisheng claimed â you still had until midnight before your birthday was over. Oh, and he intended to use those last remaining hours to his fullest advantage in the giving of his final gift. One that brought a series of whimpers and spluttered moans from your parted mouth. Lips now smudged with the lipstick he had bought you earlier as he presses hungry kiss after kiss. Swallowing your moans just as your tight cunt swallows his pounding cock.Â
âMmn, thatâs it â thatâs it pretty girl,â those red nails flush your skin as he grips your jaw, forcing you to face him as he continues to bounce you within his lap. He had not even bothered undressing you out of the outfit he gifted you; all he did was hoist your underwear to the side and delve right in.Â
âTaking my cock so well - fuck - look at that mess. . . â
Amber eyes flutter down to the puddle between your legs, to the way your skirt hikes and clings onto your moist flesh. A clawed hand lands a firm spank to your partially exposed thigh, before squeezing it and holding you in place. All so he can fuck up into your quivering, squirting heat whilst you could barely thrash against him.Â
âMaking such a mess all over the clothes I got you huh? Look at that, mngh. . . only care about cumming around my cock yeah? Yeah? Oh I know sweetheart, I knoowww,â Lishengâs drawl drips with all that same honey as his hold on your jaw forces your gaze down to the onslaught between his legs. To the ring of cream around the base of his cock as you squeeze and take him in like you always do. âSee that? See how she takes me? Hah. . . birthday girlâs still such a slut fâme.â
His typical clear words and poetic tongue are nowhere in sight. All that spews from his red lips are slews of filth, degradation and praise becoming one as he bounces you along his pulsing cock. Wet slapping mixing with your pathetic pleas and his slurred voice muffled by his kisses to your neck. He has long since painted your skin in bite marks, ones that he runs his long tongue over and delights when you whine at him.Â
In response, Lisheng grips onto your hair and yanks it back, free hand running behind to spank your ass and press your cunt fully onto him. Forcing you to take all of him and enhance your high-pitched whines. âL-Li ââ you try to plea amongst your spluttered cries and noises. Lashes wet with tears that drip down your face and ruin your makeup. Yet all the kitsune does is lean in, lap at the moisture and hold your head firm.Â
âWords, my pretty slut.âÂ
A particularly harsh thrust is angled to that one spot that makes your back arch and toes curl. âMm. . . Use your words. Come on.â Wet kisses trail up your neck before sharp teeth nip at your flushed earlobe. âOr am I gonna have to fuck you âtill you cannot even use your voice? Hmm? Oh I-Iâm sure youâd love that.â His grunt turns into a few more as he abandons his hand on your head to instead grip at your waist with both. Nails digging in just as yours rakes down his shoulders. He clings to your soft flesh with a great amount of strength as he moves your body in time with his thrusts and tempered grinds. Creating an oh so intense series of motions that has your head spinning and eyes rolling back.Â
âB-Baby - please hngh,â you sob, limping over him. âC-Canât â I-I canât itâs. . . sâtoo much,â you manage to squeal amongst his onslaught of rough-fucking.Â
âI know sweetheart, I know,â another grunt as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Lips pressed into your skin to muffle his own whimpers and loud moans. âOne more okay? J-Just wanna feel this perfect cunt cum around me one more time.â His pants fan your flesh and he focuses his thrusts into one spot, limping your body from the tidal waves of pleasure and overstimulation crashing upon you.Â
You squeeze around him â drawing his hiss into the air as you cling onto him for dear life. Eyes fluttering, breaths bated as you whine, gasp, whimper his name out. All as you are brought higher - and higher â until the final slam of the head of his cock against your sweet spot leaves you reeling, squirming,
âL-Lisheng - Lisheng! B-Baby ah - anghh,â
and sobbing his name out as you squirt around him for the fourth time that night.Â
It is only then that his movements slow. Easing into a gentle grind of hips as he rides out your orgasm and cradles your twitching body riddled with overstimulation. All until his motions come to a complete standstill and he strokes a gentle hand along your face. Catching his breath from his own load that he had shot into you, that squeezes past his length still buried deep and dribbles into the puddle upon the sheets.Â
âThatâs it, thaattâs itt. . . good girl.â Lishengâs croon comes with a deep lull in your ear as he slowly slides out of you, shuddering at the loss of warmth â yet chuckling at your desperate little whine. âThat a whine I hear? What happened to âah, ahh Lisheng baby itâs too muchâ?âÂ
Your light smack to his chest vibrates another chuckle from it as he hoists you nearer and presses a few affectionate kisses along your face. Fluffy tails wrap around you, just as his strong arms do when he lifts you up into his hold and cradles you to the bathroom for an extended session of warm baths and body rubs. All while whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling into the side of your face.Â
âMy pretty, pretty birthday girl. I do hope you enjoyed your special day.â
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NSFW
warning: yandere behavior, mentions of him wanting to eat you(cannibalism?), breeding, he eats people lol, dubcon(just in case)
Kitsune!bf that canât get enough of his chubby human girlfriend!
Does he sometimes feel the urge to devour you entirely and become one with his lover..? Almost every day!
He fights the urge by claiming you with harsh hickeys and bites, clinging to your side when he isnât out hunting for his next meal.
Heâs a bit clingy⌠but itâs better than the alternative, which is him eating you bit by bit until all he has left is your bone marrow to snack on⌠but he loves you so much! Itâs like cuteness aggression, he just wants to gobble you up!
Youâre too sweet to eat, he canât stand the thought of not being able to hear your pretty moans while he knots that pretty fat cunt of yours, or how you squeak when he sinks his teeth into your flesh to give you another mating to make sure everyone knows youâre taken.
The amount of men heâs devoured just because they looked at or touched you, his precious mate, is too many to count. Sometimes heâll come to you covered in blood, his cheeks flushed as he pounces.
He breeds you, pushing you into the mating press as he ruts into your fat cunt. The hunt always gets him horny, but itâs the worst when he kills in defense of his mate.
Your cute chubby belly would be the perfect place to hold his kits, and all he wants is to keep you company on his knot long enough for his seed to take⌠youâre his lovely little mate and heâs worked so hard to hold back his urges! All he wants in return is a few littersâŚ
You end up covered in someone elseâs blood, too afraid to ask who he had killed this time. When you had before, he gleefully declared it was a man that had bumped into you hours before.
Instead, you let him purr and nest with you, tucking you away safely before he curled up with you, his tail acting as your blanket.
Life wasnât so bad, being his mate⌠you just hoped he continued to suppress the urge to devour you whole.
âââââââ
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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS FIC? (Anime/hybrid/kitsune maybe?? Fic)
Ok so again, I remembered a fic and want to read it again... But I just remeber small and general things so if anyone know it I'd be so greatful jsjs
What I remeber about the fic:
Reader is like a visitor or representatives of some kind, they're invited to stay in a place like a shrine but not?? There are hybrids or something like that around and one is really welcoming. BUT one is like really sus and the friendly one is nervous and tells them to be careful. They show reader where in the place they'd be staying and tell them TO NOT OPEN THEIR DOOR OR LEAVE THER ROOM (that's kind aimportant) and then the other thing I remember is reader going into heat(?) Or something and then someone knocking at their door, at first it's the friendly host trying to help them out and telling them again to wait for them and NOT OPEN THE DOOR. At the 2nd knock it the sus character and they tempt and convince reader to let them in. I think they're like a kitsune or something and end up claiming the reader or something like that.
AND THATS ALL I REMEBER!
I have this tendency to read anything from any fandoms as long as it's good and I like the topic or au!!! So I have no idea which Fandom it could belong to, I only know it has to be from an anime or the likes. I think, THINK it could be haikyuu?? Or genshin?? Or... ?? Look idk I'm just trying to guess at this point man.. it could be even one of those obey me or some shit Idfk. I only have the plot but I hope it enough for anyone to recognize it *cries*
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Both a curse and blessing
AN: I tried , and somewhat succeeded in trying to make plot , btw this is male reader, this is also like a series ish . Please donât expect me to be able to upload very week , motivation is a fickle thing . If you have any suggestions Iâll gladly take them.
Chapter 1
You sit there all alone on the bench , silently chewing on a turkey sandwich , a ball flies towards you ,and you simply lean back as it flies right past you . Youâve given up on trying some overly fancy moves , theyâve only embarrassed you .A group of children race past you for the ball , not even bothering to say sorry . You don't seem to be annoyed though , and that puzzles the entities thatâre watching you from above .Â
A kitsune is lounging on the clouds above , its fluffy white tails swaying back and forth languidly while its expression is silently judging the people down below for attempting to hurt you . ( It was an accident though )A sigh emerges from their mouth , knowing that they couldnât do anything about it. A hand is cushioning their cheek as their eyes soften in pure adoration at how pretty you look in their eyes .Â
Meanwhile , right beside the Kitsune , a draconic figure is glaring down , looking as if they wanted to snatch you away from the realm of mortals , they can smell the scent of mortal humans who aren't even qualified to be near you and it disturbs their nose .Â
â Why does our little mate have to be near all those disgusting humans?â a growl tore itself out of their throat as they snarled at the mortals below .
A smirk appeared on the kitsune's face as they replied with a soft voice , smooth and buttery , â Well , if we were to just whisk them away from their home , wouldn't that make our dear mate frightened? We wouldn't want that now would we? After all , they don't even know about the claim we placed on them when they were just a small baby , offered up to us at the shrine .
The hybridâs tail swished around before slowing and a sigh echoed in the clouds . â I know⌠I still don;t like how they reek of human smell that isnt even theirs . I prefer the soft citrusy smell of morning dew they give off âŚ.
The kitsune just laughed , â I do too , but we have to be patient , if we just pull him away from his home heâll be afraid of us . I promise , once he gets used to us you can scent him all you want , donât be an impatient male .â
One of the Kitsuneâs tails gently wrapped with the dragonâs tail and teased the small little slit hidden near the base , a shudder running through the dragon  .â SayâŚWould you object if we had a bit of fun? â A smirk appeared on the Kitsune's face .
The Hybrids eyes narrowed before saying â Very well then âÂ
A giggle erupted from his mouth before asking â Top or bottom?âÂ
â Top âÂ
â Alright then..â
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(Yokai + 5 of Cups)
NB (Genderfluid) Kitsune x Bisexual M Reader
Wordcount: 9502
Content Warnings: Drinking (Reader), Difficult Breakup, Depression, Brief Mention of Suicidal Ideation, Compensated Dating, Disguises, Minor Body Horror, Handjob (Reader Receives), Anal Sex (Reader Tops)
A kitsune feels almost like a cop-out choice for a yokai, but theyâre one of my all time favorites, so here one is. Iâm sure Iâll write about more varied types of yokai for this blog in the future, so starting with a kitsune probably isnât such a bad thing. Specifically, the kitsune in this story is a nogitsune. And- oops, this turned into double the wordcount than I intended.
This year has been one of loss for you.
First, your apartment that youâve lived in for years flooded so badly that there was no returning. You lost not just your home, but most of your belongings to the water damage.
Then, the marketing firm you worked at unexpectedly closed its doors due to some illegal activity involving the parent company, leaving you flailing in the wind without a job, your career in an utter freefall.
And to top things off with the biggest blow to your heart, your beloved girlfriend of several years, Mai; the girl you legitimately thought youâd marry someday, dumped you unceremoniously only weeks later. Youâd known each other since you were children, and it was certainly the worst blow of the ones youâve endured.
All of that, over such a short time span.
But even in your devastation, you managed to survive long enough that things began to turn around for you. Even on basic income, you managed to find a new apartment in a more central location. And it only took you a few months to network into a new job with a better salary at a different firm and recover your livelihood- youâre skilled at what you do, after all.Â
But Mai didnât return to you with your good fortune. After trying to contact her a few times, you got the hint and stopped trying. She had already moved on to a different partner with better prospects, from the look of her feed one of the lonesome nights you took a late-night pity trawl through her social media.
What you thought would return things back to the way they were didnât seem to matter. Sure, youâd gotten back the same or a neatly improved version of everything you lost; you had a beautiful new apartment and an amazing new job, but you were so empty. What is the point of having a nice life with no one to share that joy with?
It all began to feel so pointless.
You started to lean perhaps a bit too hard on your drinking habit to cope with the loss of direction.
On one particular night drowning your sorrows in liquor and your thoughts with the droning noise of the murky, smoky bar, you came back from the restroom to find a folded strip of paper stuck to the damp underside of your highball glass.
Dumped? Lonely? Need a date?Â
Your heartâs greatest desire granted!
X-xxx-xxx-xxxx
What clearly sounds like a dubious ad, followed by a non-descript business number. Your interest was momentarily piqued, but the sensation is fleeting.
You crumpled the slip of paper and shoved it into your pocket, writing it off, then promptly forgot about it.
When the bar closed, you ambled your way towards home, pausing halfway over the footbridge connecting the entertainment district to the residential districts to stare at the lights of the city.
Each and every time you had passed over the bridge lately, you could barely resist the urge to hoist yourself up over the guardrail and throw yourself in the canal below. That night was no different- you leaned against the railing, trying to talk yourself out of doing something hasty to end your despair.
You just needed to find a reason. Any little reason to convince yourself to make it home and try again tomorrow.
Idly searching your jacket pocket for your lighter, you feel the crinkle of the paper you shoved in there earlier. You pull it out a skim over the swimming letters.
My heartâs greatest desire, huhâŚ?
Right⌠Youâll go home tonight, you reasoned, so that you can at least find out what this is all about.Â
One more night.
You step back off the edge of the bridge, instead dragging yourself towards the train station. Youâve already missed the last train of the night, though, so youâll be lounging about the station until morning.
You were so crushingly lonely and starved for any bit of contact at that point, it didnât matter who was by your side, as long as you wouldnât be alone- anything to keep the shadows from creeping in.
âŚEven if you needed to pay for itâŚ
So, you let the alcohol content still lingering in your bloodstream make the choice for you.Â
Sitting on the concrete curb with your device cradled to your ear, and you finally dialed the number on that sketchy slip of paper. You managed to read the digits, despite the water causing the ink to bleed.
Instead of a living person on the other line, your call connected to a phone tree, where you went through pre-recorded prompts to schedule a date with the person of your dreams, the generated voice promises- for a somewhat hefty service fee, as you expected.
You hardly feel any sense of shame as the transaction goes through. If it means youâll not feel so alone for just a little while, itâs gold well spent.
You woke up to the early morning sun with a start, knocking over some of the copious number of water bottles, assumingly placed around you by well-meaning pedestrians where you nodded off.
But you were at least still alive to take the train home, enter your neglected apartment, and finally crawl into your disheveled, still laid-out futon to sleep off your hangover.
Thatâs how you find yourself days later in the present, sitting in your ex-girlfriendâs favorite cafe.Â
You're waiting to either be stood up, or worse, set up to be blackmailed or robbed. In your sober mind, the clearly scammy set up must've surely been just that, right?
The minutes creep by, the hope beginning to dwindle with them.
After camping your table for nearly an hour and feeling progressively more like a fool and fielding increasingly pitying looks from the servers (one of which offered you a free ice cream that you turned down), youâre almost at the brink of standing up and leaving. You sit there, resigned to having lost the money and any immediate chance in relieving your loneliness.
You can hardly believe it when she, of all people, comes through the door of the cafe.
Mai.
âŚIt's really her.
You fight the urge to jump out of your chair and embrace her.
You had assumed it was either a joke or some sort of scam or an ad for other questionable business. But seeing what the paper promised, here in the flesh âŚYou can barely believe your eyes.
âSorry! Sorry Iâm late!â Your ex-girlfriend seemingly says to you as she hurriedly approaches the table.
This must be some sort of joke� It has to be.
â...Hi?â
âHi. Sorry.â She dips her upper body forward a few times in quick succession in apology.
The resemblance is uncanny. Every little detail your eyes take in matches something youâd expect from Maiâs appearance. All of itâs the same as you remember: Her soft eyes, permanent semi-pout and long dark waves; her gentle mannerisms, sweet voice and style of speech; even her stylish choice in fashion, right down to the pastel color of her nail polish being coordinated to her outfit.
âYou fell asleep on the train again, huh?â You reflexively answer in a playfully scolding tone, playing along despite still being completely dumbstruck that sheâs actually standing here. Her being late for various air-headed reasons was something that happened enough over the course of your relationship to become one of her adorable quirks- this wouldnât be the first time she spaced out and took an unintentional nap on the train.
âA-Ah, um.â She gives you a sheepish look before staring at the ground, seemingly caught red-handed. She favors one of the locks of her loosely hanging hair. âThatâs right. I'm happy you waited for me. I would've been devastated if I ruined our date.â
Itâs like your desperate prayers have been answered, and sheâs come back to you, just like that- out of nowhere. You could cry out of pure gratitude.
But a small part of you is deeply alarmed. The prompts never had you describe anything about Mai, or your ideal partner otherwise- yet here is quite literally, your heartâs greatest desire.
You decide that you donât care if this is a joke or some sort of scam. You can be taken for a ride, for all you care- what you care about is that sheâs back.
âThatâs okay. Youâre here now.â You motion to the chair across from you, and she takes the seat across from you.
She picks up the colorful menu with a gleeful smile.Â
âGo ahead, Mai-chan. Get anything you want.â
âAnything?â She brings an open hand to her mouth to cover the gasp. âHmm. Pudding⌠Waffle⌠ParfaitâŚ!â
You watch her mull over the menu with a strange sense of deja vu.Â
Your food eventually comes, delivered by a waitress who seems equal parts relieved and surprised that someone actually showed up to join you. She sets down a small, extremely meticulously decorated parfait. Itâs piled with thinly sliced, colorful fruits, some cut to look like animal faces. Thereâs a sweet message inscribed in chocolate syrup on the plate the clear glass sits on. Mai all but vibrates out of her chair in excitement as she scoops up her first bite. Then she pops into her mouth, only to bring a hand to her cheek in surprise a moment later.
âItâs so good!â
âIs it?â You chuckle as you take a sip from your cafe au lait.
âHere, see for yourself!â She laughs sweetly, picking one of the chocolate covered biscuit sticks lodged inside the body of the dessert and holding it out to you. âSay âahâ-â
Any concern you still harbor is obliterated by the adorable gesture, and you happily take the bite of the treat.
You take Mai on a stroll window shopping through the rest of the mall, ensuring her that she can get anything that catches her eye. She seems hesitant to pick anything out now, despite it never being much of a deterrent before. You mean it when you say she can have anything sheâd like- you couldnât care less if you blow your whole salary on frivolous things and have to subsist off of convenience store meals for the rest of the month. Youâre so thankful to have her back, and you want to show it in the way youâre used to Mai appreciating.Â
It takes until she lays her eyes on a soft and pathetically droopy looking stuffed fox, partially buried in a pile of other stuffed animals that her resistance finally breaks.
âAh!! So cute!!! This!! I want this!â She gasps, picks up the pitiful looking stuffed creature youâve ever laid eyes on. She holds it under the arms to show you, but its doe-y, wall-eyed stare does not quite reach your eyeline. Then she remembers to add; âUm- Please?â
After the shop, you find yourself pausing on the footbridge like normal, but this time with Mai at your side, her with a stuffed fox under her arm. You hold her around the waist, looking at the lights across the river and soaking in the romantic aura.
Things have gone on like that for several blissful months now. Whether itâs relaxing cafe dates and shopping, or dancing and drinks, or something else entirely; you see her as often as you can make it happen.
Every time youâre feeling down, you think of Mai being back in your life and itâs as if all the darkness has been cleansed from your soul.Â
You have something to live for again. A glimpse of a happy future to hold onto again.
All you have to do is call and schedule a date, pay the frankly exorbitant fee, and you have her to yourself again for the entire evening.
âŚAlthough, you have noticed a few incongruent things over time.Â
Small things, really, here and there. A sharpness in her eyes you sometimes catch when she wasnât expecting you to look, before the corners soften again. A laugh that starts almost like a bark, before her normal, muted laugh plays out behind her dainty hand. A questioning, performative aura to her speech at times- as if sheâs deducing the correct thing to say to comply with your pre-existing expectations.
You never see her leave in the morning- instead, sheâs always gone by the time you wake up, no matter how early you rise.
Most worryingly, you wake feeling inexplicably exhausted every time afterwards- not just the usual and expected, happily spent feeling thatâs normal from rolling around in the sheets, but a bone-deep fatigue, like part of your constitution itself has been sapped away.
Thinking about it too hard sends a cold shiver down your spine. Youâre not a stupid man, even when being driven to make bad decisions by your desperation. Even knowing that something is amiss here, you canât stop yourself from dialing the number again and again, your physical wellbeing be damned.
Because despite all the glaring warnings, some of the incongruencies are positive ones.
While this Mai is true to character in almost all ways, there are certainly some things youâd call an improvement.
This Mai is much more warm and loving, and seems more willing to communicate in general, rather than expecting you to guess. And when it comes to sex, this Mai is a lot more enthusiastic over all, and certainly more⌠skilled.
And overall, she's just more kind. Too kind, even. Too selfless to be your ex-girlfriend, who had an acute awareness of her own wants and needs, sometimes to the detriment of othersâ. This Mai seems to be very focused on yours.Â
You never realized it before now, but obligation seems to have played a large part of your relationship with Mai. And while youâre absolutely sure some of that is your fault, youâve never felt closer to her⌠or this version of her, you suppose. You canât help but feel the irony in that it only seems to have happened with a copy of her, rather than the real thing. Somehow this copyâs performance feels more genuine to you than the real Maiâs had, without you even noticing.
One thingâs for sure; It canât go on like this forever, even if you want it to. But you know itâll bother you now that youâve caught on, if you donât at least try to confirm your suspicions.
While trying to plan out what to do, a brilliant idea dawns on you, and you dial up the number once again.
Within a few days, you meet âMaiâ once again, this time outside a highly recommended karaoke parlor near your usual stomping grounds in the entertainment district.
She bounces excitedly by your side as you make your way through the building and file into the small, private, soundproof room decked out with a large screen and extensive sound system.
You go first, and belt out a moody rock ballad with modest skill, no stranger to visiting karaoke parlors with colleagues and clients alike, when the circumstances call for it.
Your companion cheers you on as the final chords wind down.
âAaah, Wow!!â âMaiâ claps her hands together in front of herself and exclaims your name. âYou're so talented!! With a voice like that, you could've been a holo-idol!â
âHahah- Thanks.â You laugh sheepishly, and your face breaks into a knowing smile. âYou're going to take a turn now, aren't you, Mai-chan? You know I really like your singing voice.â
You hold the microphone out to her in expectation, slight feedback whirring through the speakers. You feel a little bit of remorse for what youâre doing, but itâs the only way you could think of.
Thereâs a incredibly short moment of recalibration where she simply stares at the microphone, but then her eyes light up.
âOh, of course!â She says excitedly, flipping her hair over her shoulder before taking the microphone and getting to her feet. She pauses to smooth her skirt down, then her heels click as she approaches the podium. âOooo, but what song should I choose?â
âYou have no shortage of options here. Go with you heart.â You press a soft kiss to the crown of her head and then take a sip of the whiskey in your hand nonchalantly.
âMmm⌠No, I can't decide! You pick for me.â She demands and holds the datapad to you over her shoulder, lips curling at the edges in a barely concealed grin. She looks downright eerie, backlit by the bright neon lights of the screen behind her, bright crescent shapes on the round of her cheekbones.
âHuh. How about this one?â Still feeling slightly guilty, you scroll down and select the most challenging song you can think of for a beginner. âYou remember itâs my favorite, eh?â
âOf course I remember!â She says confidently as you go back to your seat. âHere I go!â
The upbeat, funky music picks up and she launches into the song enthusiastically. It doesnât even take a full verse for you to know your hunch about her is undeniably correct.
This isnât Mai at all. Thereâs simply no way.
She has a beautiful voice and a surprising range for such a petite woman. Neither the fast or slow parts give her any hint of trouble, nor the tricky lyrics. She handles every vocal run without faltering once.
Her slender fingers clutch the microphone, and she gets fully swept away. It's hard not to get absorbed in the music yourself and forget why you're here.
What really mesmerizes you is just how passionately sheâs singing, her body swaying in time to the beat. She looks actually happy- something youâve realized you didnât see a lot from the real Mai- only placated, slightly bored contentment.
The song comes to an end all too quickly, and you applaud, genuinely a bit moved.
âHehe- How did I do?â She squirms in glee, before rushing back to hand you the microphone. The neon light glints off the bracelet you gave her on one of your previous dates that sheâs wearing tonight.
âAmazing.â
She beams at you, twisting the knife in your gut a little more.
You donât want to spook her by ending the session before the time youâve already paid for runs out, so you simply enjoy it while you can, taking a few turns passing the microphone back and forth.
Finally, the block of time runs out and you walk out of the karaoke parlor into the busy square with your hand in hers. Youâre more sure than ever you have to say something, now, after that performance.
You find a gap in the throngs of people near the bridge to stop for a moment and discuss. It may not be the most polite place to make an accusation like this, but at least itâs public and relatively safe.
Twinkling lights of the businesses on either side provide an almost ethereal, twilight backdrop for such a strange conversation.
âWait. Iâd like to talk about something, if you donât mind.â
âAh- Is something the matter?â Her body language is suddenly closed, and she adjusts her bangs nervously.
âSort of. âŚYou donât seem to be yourself, lately.â You say, trying to sound as least threatening as possible.Â
âOh! Iâm feeling okay. But thank you for your concern.â âMaiâ forces a small smile.
You take a deep breath and bite the bullet.Â
âWhat I mean is- I think that may be because youâre not yourself.â
âW-What? I donât know what on Hearth youâre talking about.â She switches to feigning ignorance, tilting her head to the side in an attempt to distract with her cuteness, then deflection. âThatâs nonsense. I am me. Are you feeling okay, honey?â
âIâm fine. But is that really so? Then what about karaoke just now?â
âEeeh? What are you saying?â The woman protests with a pout, looking absolutely deflated. âI thought we had fun. Did you dislike my singing that much? I tried my bestâŚâ
âNo, I liked it a lot. Your singing was beautiful; You have a very nice voice.â You try to keep your tone from sounding too accusatory. âBut Mai doesnât. She loathes karaoke. Canât carry a tune to save her life. Absolutely tone deaf- she always refused to even go with me.â
â...Yes and because you like it so much, I⌠I-Is it so out of the realm of possibility that Iâve been practicingâŚ?â She quickly comes back with an excuse, but it doesnât sound like she even believes her own words.
You simply cross your arms and wait for her to say something, holding your scrutinizing gaze on her. The silence drags on an almost unbearable length of time.
â...You tricked me.â She quietly fumes, restraining the strength of her reaction so as to not cause an upset in public. Her lips form a glossy, tautly drawn line, and her fingernails dig into the strap of her purse like sharp claws.
âI tricked you?â The irony of the statement is extremely rich, coming from the body double standing in front of you.Â
âYou called the number!â The imposter whines, and rubs at her eye, sounding on the verge of breaking into tears at any moment. Despite the attempt to not make a scene, the occasional person slows to spectate. âWe were having fun and you tricked me. Thatâs not fair.â
Even this spat is so different. If it was Mai, she wouldâve already started reeling off on you for upsetting her, glances from others be damned.
But this is more sad and pitiful than anything. Itâs not really fury or scorn in her expression, though, rather than a deep wounded mournfulness. And the more you look, the more you see an expression you never really saw in the real Mai much; pure, raw fear. The signs are clear to you- her body language like sheâs ready to flee at any moment, and the shifting eyes of a wild animal looking for an escape route.
âListen-â You can't help yourself, how distraught she seems pulling at your heartstrings, and reach your hand out to comfort her. You have no bad intentions, even with this revelation, after all. If anything, youâre relieved that the distinction between this person and Mai has been drawn. Maybe now, you can get to know this person even better, without the facadeâŚ
Just as your hand connects with her wrist, a dog starts barking loudly nearby, somewhere across the plaza, and a stranger unknowingly bumps into her back while passing by. The chaos causes her to be majorly spooked, letting out a yelp and nearly jumping out of her skin.
It happens so fast- one second âMaiâ is standing in front of you as normal. And the next, thereâs a clattering sound and something falls before wobbling against the concrete. The figure standing in front of you looks almost translucent, with a canine nature to the shadowy silhouette of their head and shoulders, complete with pointed ears poking up.
âMaiâ drops to her hands and knees immediately, into a pool of fabric, scrambling frantically to scoop the object- a smooth, pearly white mask carved with blue lines- up and bring it back to her face. She manages to get her trembling fingers around the item and replace it.
But somethingâs⌠wrong.
Instead of Maiâs features returning to the strangerâs face, the parts of this personâs face seem to rapidly cycle through bits and pieces of multiple individual faces, combined in a grotesque mishmash- an eyebrow changing here, a new set of lips there- like flipping in a panic through broadcast channels fraught with static, desperately trying to match the right ones into a coherent set.
You reach out again- this time bending to try to help her up, but it seems your attempts at aid are only being perceived as a threat. Instead of taking your hand for support, she freezes in place.
Only for a moment, mismatched eyes turned up at you.
Then, she disappears completely into a sparkling puff of dark magenta and violet colored smoke.
The mask falls to the ground, clattering and spinning all over again.
You cough and cover your face with your sleeve- but manage to spot the form of a small, orange animal dashing off through the legs of the throng of people coming and going, despite your tearing eyes. Theyâre headed away from the bridge, back into the entertainment district. You keep your eyes on the bushy tail underfoot for a while, but there just isnât enough room for you to push through as you hit a more congested area. You quickly lose track of the form in the crowd that has gathered.
You search and try to regain the trail, but eventually give up, walk back to where the mask dropped, and pick it up. Its surface seems to be made of some sort of nacre, the way that it shines as you turn it over in your hands. It feels cool and inexplicably wet to the touch, despite it not getting your hands wet. Thereâs a singular, shining blue jewel inlaid into the forehead.
You decide to take the mask home with you before someone calls the guard, or worse, a suit from the mana bureau shows up to investigate.
By the time you get through the door to your apartment, youâre devastated. You lean against your closed apartment door, running your hand through your hair. Does this mean you wonât see her any more? Perhaps you were too harsh, trapping her like that, but you only wanted to know the different person underneath the mask she was showing you.
There has to be something you can do.Â
You set the mask down on your foyer table gently, then you pull up your device, planning to call the number for the phone tree. Itâs the only number you have for âMaiâ- but the contact has mysteriously disappeared from the frequently called list in your device. You briefly chide yourself for never actually saving the number.
But itâs no matter- youâve certainly memorized the number by now, so you punch it manually- only for the sound of a disconnected line to come back on the other end.
Panicking, you go to find the slip of paper you kept for sentimental reasons to double check you had the right number, only to find a dry, crumpled leaf in your desk drawer in its place.
âDamn it!â You swear and toss the leaf aside, unsure what you can even do at this point.
You sit in silence, hoping sheâll show up on her own, at least to come get her mask back, and then you can apologize and plead your case. But, you wait for days and she never shows up.
You check Mai's social media, but that only confirms to you that she and the person you came to know are completely different people. You kick yourself for not checking that earlier.
It takes a week of alternately wallowing in your feelings and researching in your free time, but you finally manage to contact a private investigator that doesnât write your request off as deranged. His fee is equally deranged, so you suppose youâre in good company.
Then, it takes months of emotional turmoil on your end just waiting for news.
Just when youâre sure that the investigator just ran off with your gold, he finally gets back to you with a new number and the name of the business associated with the previous number- Club DREAM, a host club in the entertainment district that youâve somehow never heard of, even with your years of familiarity with the nightlife in this city.
With a shaking hand, you dial the number.
Itâs the same phone tree. You heave a massive sigh of relief. Youâre one step closer.
You spend at least an hour on hold, but you weed your way through the numerous pre-recorded menus, but eventually get redirected to the businessâ actual, live phone line.Â
âŚItâs ringing.
âClub DREAM.â A boisterous, high-pitched voice of an older man crackles on the other end, distinctly curt for business etiquette. âWhat the hell do you want? Phone tree not good enough for you, buddy???â
âI- Um.â You swallow. You work with people all day and think youâre quite skilled at social interactions, but you canât help but feel cowed by the killing intent through the phone. âWellâŚâ
âSpit it out, will you?! Iâm trying to watch my proo-oograms!â They bellow dramatically.
âI think Iâm looking for one of your⌠employees? I think I have something that belongs to them. But Iâm not sureâŚâ
The man simply spits out an address and summarily hangs up.
You follow the directions on your device screen to a less than reputable, slightly seedy part of the entertainment district.Â
Despite knowing the entertainment district like the back of your hand at this point, you've never known this place was over here.
You finally arrive at a cramped, ominous-looking, slightly run down building. The only entrance is from the back alley, which you have to imagine does not have a good effect on business. You would be concerned you were in the wrong place, but the buzzing neon sign above the door clearly sears CLUB DREAM onto the night.
The rickety front door rattles behind you as you enter. You're immediately assaulted by the sound of droning dance/pop hits, and a hanging haze of smoke.
Despite that, the interior is much more impressive than the outside, with modern furniture and tasteful decoration. Though, there is still a personal, almost lived-in, cozy touch of worn paint edges and the occasional burnt out bulb- slight imperfections caused by frequency of use.
There doesn't seem to be a host podium, so you head to the bar that seems to function as one.
The bar is backlit by an assortment of ghostly flames, dancing in metal-caged lanterns. They cast a soft, eerie glow that mingles with the artificial flood of the neon lights.
CuriousâŚ
Itâs hard to pay too much attention to the wall of spirit lanterns, however, since the person standing in front of it behind the bar is impossible to miss. Theyâre imposingly tall and quite a bit round for the average city elf, clad in a jarring mix of loud colors and wild patterns, complete with a bright pink faux-fur stole sitting on their shoulders, and spectacles with long strands of beads hanging down.
âOhhh, itâs a shame Iâm retired, honey. Youâre a handsome one.â The flamboyantly-berobed man coos at you in welcome, pulling their eyes from the screen perched above the bar. âSomeone specific in mind youâre here to see today? Or perhaps youâre a first-timer- I havenât seen your face before, Iâm sure of it. Iâd remember such a cutie.â
This is definitely the same person you spoke to on the call. Their voice is recognizable despite having a completely different vibe now; more warm and welcoming geniality, less blatant desire to murder you.
âI have M-â You stop, then correct yourself, if a bit cryptically; â...I have the mask.â
You pull the shiny mask partially out of your bag to show them, before letting it slip back down onto the pocket.
âOh, itâs YOU.â The towering man gives a deadly, icy look over the flapping of the fan theyâre cooling themselves with, and you swear you can feel the room get a few degrees colder. The less-than-friendly inflection from before is bad in full force, much more intimidating in person. âThe dirtbag that stole my babyâs mask.â
Dirtbag? Stole? âŚBaby?Â
âErâŚâ
âGive me one good reason I shouldn't call our bouncer over to pound you flat, you thief!â
âWell⌠I brought it back. And it wasnât exactly easyâŚâ
âHmmph.â They snap their fan closed and shove it into their obi before thrusting out a manicured hand, palm up. âWell? What are you waiting for? Hand it over, then, honey.â
âI'd rather give it back to⌠them⌠directly.â You're hesitant to give the mask back to anyone but the correct person. âI⌠want to talk to them. Make sure they're alright.â
âCute!! How sweet!! But Iâll be taking it, thanks!â
âIâm sorry, but I canât give this away to just anyone. I need to make sure it gets back to them.â You stand your ground and the grip on your bagâs strap tightens, not letting the mask out of your grasp quite yet.
The club owner gives you a long, scrutinizing look over, as if they're having a heated internal debate and you aren't privy to the details.
âHhmmph. Well aren't you chivalrous. Fine! Suit yourself- But you canât see them without their mask. It's not allowed!!â
Before you can form a coherent response, they keep talking, steamrolling the conversation.Â
âHOWEVER, you do seem to be the genuine sort. So. Here is how this is going to work, sweetie: Iâm going to escort you to table 6. Youâre going to hand me their mask back, Iâm going to take it back to them.â They rhythmically tap their lacquered nails on the counter with each point they lay out. âTHEN, if they WANT to see you, Iâll send them out to you. But only if THEY want to. If not, I'm sure thereâs someone on staff that will suit your fancy. You are still a precious customer, after all!â
You donât want anyone else, is the first thought that nearly jumps out of your mouth, but you manage to hold it in, instead agreeing diplomatically. You worry momentarily that youâre about to be set up to be beaten to a pulp by âsecurityâ and thrown into a dumpster out back, but if this is the only way to see the person of your dreams again, youâre just going to have to go with it.
âOkay.â
To your surprise, you are not put directly into a meat grinder, but instead actually led by the club owner to table 6. You take a seat, then pull the mask back out of your bag with a sigh. The club owner snaps it up immediately and rushes off, neon fabric fluttering in their wake.
âAaah, thank youuuu~ Iâll be back soon, honey. Or maybe I wonât- weâll have to see!â
The wait canât be that long in reality, but it is absolutely excruciating from your perspective. You fiddle with the edges of the drink menu, not even really looking at it, shift in your seat- any small fidgeting to try to assuage your crushing dread.
You only have to stew in your own misery and self-doubt for a short while before the club owner stops back at the table.
âHe said he'll see you. But you better make it right. If you hurt my baby again, Iâll hurt you.â He impatiently takes your drink order (bullying you into buying one of the more expensive bottles on the menu), then the loud, bright blur of a man disappears, just as quickly as he returned.
Not long after that, a different person arrives at your table. A tall, lithe and handsome elven man with flawlessly smooth skin and dyed-orange hair styled into a shaggy wolf cut stands there, with the overpriced bottle of liquor the club owner managed to persuade you to purchase in hand. Heâs dressed in an obnoxiously ornate version of a standard dressed-down business look; button up, black vest, slacks, pointed ankle boots. The whole outfit is adorned with strategically placed, shiny details and jewelry.
âHello,â He dips his long body forward in deference, and you catch a pleasant whiff of heady cologne. âWelcome to Club DREAM.â
You don't need to be told- you know exactly who this is. It doesnât matter that they donât look or sound a thing like Mai. You can feel it with every fiber of your being- like a hand reaching straight into your chest and seizing you by the heart.
âIt's you.â
âAah- itâs that easy to tellâŚ?â He smiles bashfully, eyes squeezing closed into crescents. âMaybe I should work harder on my presentation.â
âNo, I justâŚâ You canât even begin to explain why you were able to identify them on sight, even without the context clues. âItâs because itâs you- I think I could point you out anywhere, now.â
âAh.â He fidgets slightly, looking unfittingly awkward with his flushed cheeks, in stark contrast of what seems to be an otherwise carefully composed image. You get the feeling heâs usually as effortlessly smooth as the cultivated image itself, when dealing with customers that arenât you.
Muscle memory seems to kick in, finally, and they gesture to the table, then the bottle of liquor theyâre holding. âWould you like me to join you?â
âPlease.â You reply, probably a bit too eagerly.
He takes a seat and you sit in silence for a few moments. The only sound besides the onslaught of slightly-fried pop music playing over the speakers and low thrum of mixed conversations around you is the alcohol being poured into your glass by the obnoxiously handsome man in front of you. Your plan to pathetically grovel for forgiveness as soon as you had their ear has been eroded by just how happy you are to see them. You could sit here for hours, taking in every new small detail of their appearance and committing it to memory.
âThank you for returning my mask.â He finally says, mercifully breaking the stalemate.
âYouâre welcome. I apologize for putting you in the situation to lose it.â Then, thinking of what sort of boss he seems to have, add; âI hope I didnât cause you too much trouble with, er, your work.â
âNo, Mama has been quite understanding⌠Though, it mustâve been a pain to return it. it couldn't have been easy to find this place.â
âIt was no problem at all, if it meant I could see you again.â
âYou wanted to see me that badlyâŚ?â He almost seems bashful.
âYes! I was so worried about you, M-â You catch yourself, not wanting to call him the incorrect name out of habit. âWait, wait, first of all- What is your name? You must have one of your ownâŚ?â
âYou can call me Kanae.â
In a bold move, you choose to forgo any honorific- but you truly feel that close to him, and wish to convey that.
âKanae.â You repeat his name to him, and his already friendly, if a bit worried, expression brightens instantly. âI've missed you.â
âI missed you too. I've been so lonely without you.â
The words alone make your heart start racing. It wasn't just you lamenting being apart, then.
âIf that's the case, may I sit beside you?â
âYes, of course.â
He comes around and slides into the padded booth next to you. Heâs barely settled in when he lays a hand on your thigh. You can feel the warmth of his body pressed against your side.
Youâre so pleased, youâre pretty sure you could explode. Your soul is going to leave your body.
You nurse the drink in your glass, contemplating in silence trying to calm some of your nerves. And to try to push the sensation of his fingers resting on you out of your mind long enough to articulate a sentence.
âSo, this is where you⌠work?â
âYou could say that, yes. As you may have guessed, I am not a mortal. I am a kitsune.âÂ
âDo spirits usually work in host clubs?â
âThey do when their pact holder is a host club owner, ehehe.â
It makes a lot of sense, you suppose.Â
â...I suppose Iâm wondering how any of this works⌠How did you know to look like Mai?â
Youâre a simple numan, lacking in any tangible magic ability. While this sort of thing doesnât seem out of the realm of possibility, itâs hard for you to wrap your head around it, without the relevant experience with the arcane.
âWhen someone calls the number, Mama uses divination magic to determine who the person most wants to see. Then I, or one of his other familiars, assume the form of said person, and feed off of all the positive energy radiating from the client during the appointment. I can use that energy to assist Mama better in their other magic work.â
Ah, well. That certainly explains some things.â You had your suspicions around how you felt so deeply fatigued after each date with âMaiâ, and itâs a relief to have them confirmed. âBut why do all of this? Couldnât you just feed off on energy without going through so much trouble?â
âI could⌠but I think this way is better. Energy for me, gold for Mamaâs business, and the customer is happy. I get what I want, Mama gets what he wants, the customers get what they want.â He elegantly fills your glass back up from the bottle with his free hand. âItâs a fair trade. And I always stop before thereâs permanent damage- no one ever gets hurt.â
âWhat about the clientâs feelings, though? Those must get hurt sometimes.â
âOh?â Kanae tilts their head, seemingly confused by the prospect.
âWell, when they find out itâs not real. Doesnât it hurt their feelings?â
â...MaybeâŚ? Iâve never really thought about it. It's just fun, right? Either way, that doesnât usually happen. Most people simply stop calling, for one reason or another⌠What you did was highly abnormalâŚâ
You can still detect a bit of discomfort on his end with his last sentence, like youâre plucking on a raw nerve. His fingers tighten against the creases on your pants like claws, just slightly, before releasing the tension.
âI truly am sorry. I didnât intend for it to turn out the way it did.â You let out a sigh. âI just wanted to see if you were⌠really her, I suppose.â
âIt's true. I'm not her- I can never truly be her.â He says firmly, but with a bit of regret. âI'm sorry that I misled you.â
âThereâs⌠no need to apologize, really.â You say, putting down the glass of liquor with a smile. âI'm actually quite glad.â
âMmm?â Kanae tilts his head and reaches up tentatively, hand creeping up your shoulder, then the nape of your neck, before twining their slender fingers in your hair.
âI like you much better.â
â...Is that s-so?â He canât keep his face from pulling into a smirk, his eyes blatantly on your mouth. âHahah⌠Iâm supposed to be the one doing the flattering here, you knowâŚâ
You've begun to lean in before you realize it, and the gentle hand touching the nape of your neck helps guide you into a soft kiss.
Spirits. His lips are just as soft as before, when you still thought you were kissing Mai.
You canât even draw much of comparison to anyone youâve kissed before, past that. Heâs an exceptionally good kisser, with his affection for you clear in the way he savors your bottom lip. The desire is palpable in each graze of his teeth or swipe of his tongue.
The scent from before is much stronger now, with your face so close to him. Itâs underneath the overlaying smoky, spiced smell of bar; thereâs a more familiar scent, a musk almost like earth thatâs just been rained on. You recognize it- itâs the same underlying note you sometimes detected under the strong floral of Maiâs favorite perfume, but had thought nothing of before.
You canât stop.
Youâre so enraptured, you barely even register that youâre kissing so deeply in plain view of anyone else in the establishment that happens to look this way. Not that anyone could probably even see what youâre doing, with the mood lighting in this placeâŚ
Kanae must not hate it, either; you can feel the sincerely desperate, hungry way his hands grope at your thigh. Thatâs certainly not the way someone that is just doing their job touches a client.
âI want to keep seeing you, Kanae.â You sneak the words out around trying not to gasp for air. âIs that something thatâs possible?â
âIâd like that too, hah-â You can hear the clear relief in his voice between the kisses he peppers onto your lips, your jaw, your neck. âI canât bear the idea of never meeting again. Everyone else is so boring now. Theyâre not fun like you.â
You capture his lips in yours again, this time quickly losing track of time.
Itâs several garbled music tracks later when Kanae pulls back with a laugh, the leather booth squeaking slightly with the sudden movement.
âAh- Iâm enjoying myself, but your time slot is almost up. And Mama hates when I go over time.â He smirks, pressing his fingertip to your bottom lip. âBut⌠would you maybe like to come up to my room with me instead?â
You have never agreed to anything so readily in your entire life.
Kanae leads you to a narrow hallway, where behind a split curtain bearing the character for PRIVATE, there's a small set of creaky stairs. Despite the general shady look of the area heâs leading you through, when he opens a door at the end of the hall and shows you inside, youâre pleasantly surprised.
Despite the size and sparseness of the space, itâs very tidy and cozy; a strange mix of clinical and inviting. It looks almost as if someone had started to attempt to decorate a standard-issue hotel room, but didnât quite know how to personalize it effectively. Clearly whomever decorated had an eye for design similar to that of a bird; most of the things are more here for their level of shine or sentiment, rather than objective monetary value.
Some things you certainly do recognize though. Every gift that youâve given to Kanae while he was in Maiâs form is somewhere to be found in this room. The slightly out of place jewelry and perfume sitting on the small, faded wardrobe. Peaks of clothes that you recognize peeking out of the narrow, full-to-bursting closet. Even the pitiful little wall-eyed fox plush from your first âdateâ is here, sitting propped against the oversized pillow atop the slightly unkempt bed.Â
It warms your heart to see that heâs kept everything youâve given himâŚ
âThis is your room, then? Itâs quite cute.â You lose your shoes by the cramped entryway before entering the room proper.
âThank you. Please make yourself comfortable. Itâs not much, but Mama makes sure we all have our own space.â
You take a seat on the bed, as Kanae gestures for you to do. Then he climbs onto the bed after you, pushing you backwards by the shoulders with a laugh and a set of hungry, toothy kisses.
After making some minor positioning adjustments for both of your comfort, youâre fully sprawled out on top of his fluffy bedspread. Kanae is hovering over you, sitting on his tucked knees, flush to your side.
You grab the stuffed fox youâve fallen back onto by the head like your handâs a crane game claw- gently- and place it on the nearby nightstand, facing away. Or at least you think it isâŚ
Kanae makes a noise of approval and his hands dexterously unbutton the front of your dress shirt, exposing your chest. He leans in to press his lips to the expanse of skin along the top of your pec, hands continuing to work down the buttons and wisps of styled orange hair tickling you.
âAh-âÂ
After a bit of teasing, well-needed attention, he finally pulls up with a gasp, looking down at your flushed skin with a look of pride.Â
âSo, is this what you normally look like?â You ask, your curiosity starting to burn a hole in your tongue as badly as the heat suddenly burning up your face. Your hands are already running down his sides, getting dangerously close to the base of his spine. âI like it.â
âYes and no. This is my favorite face, so to speak. Mama gave it to me when he retired, since he wasnât using it anymore. His face is my face now.â He tilts his head, displaying his own beautiful features to you with a look of pride as he shrugs out of his vest and then starts to explore your chest with his hands. âOr at least the one that feels the most like my own. My true form looks much different than this.â
Thatâs the familiarly youâre seeing in his face, you realize. Your mind finally draws the connection between the features of the man in front of you and the bombastic club owner downstairs, though theyâre much more youthful on Kanae.
You can't say you're not intrigued by the idea of what Kanae really looks like- something similar to that glimpse of shadow you saw when his mask fell off, you wager- but a more pressing question enters your mind first.
âWouldnât he mind you using his face for, uh⌠certain activities?â
âOh- I donât think he minds at all- He certainly doesnât look like this now, after all, ehehe.â A faint, mischievous smile settles on his lips, and for a moment you swear you catch a glimpse of vulpine eye teeth. âI donât mind. âŚDo you?â
His hands wanders to your waistband, waiting for a response.
â...N-No.â You canât find it in you to feel shame about it- the difference in looks is wide enough for you to choose to simply delete that information from your mind forever.
He makes a noise of approval, then turns his attention to your still fastened slacks, making short work of your belt and zipper and making room to pull your dick out from your pants. His hand is squeezing you around the base testingly, soft but firm pressure, before he moves his fingers upwards in a few slow, drawn out strokes.
Then, abruptly and without any ceremony, he reaches over and thrusts his hand under the oversized pillow behind your head, hand re-emerging moments later with a small jar of viscous liquid.
You cock your head in surprise, though the sight isnât something that surprises you for long. Of course Kanae keeps his lube underneath his pillow; that suits him perfectly.
Lukewarm slick dribbles onto your cock from the bottle, the continued loving movements of Kanaeâs palm and fingers spreading it across the length of your shaft with soft, squelching noises.
Kanae watches the movements of his hand glide up and down your slippery cock with a diligent smile. His bright eyes flick up occasionally to monitor your expression.
âNngh-â You wince, unable to keep the grunt of impatience from your chest. Youâve been waiting to feel his touch again for so long, and now that itâs happening, all you can think about is getting more.
Kanae laughs softly at your desperately eager state.
âOh⌠Do you like this?â He asks in an innocent tone. You know heâs being coy, given the fact heâs already stroking you in your favorite way- clearly retaining the knowledge from the times heâs done this to you before as âMaiâ.
âI think you know full well-â You huff, your whole body beginning to heat up.
You watch down your body, rapt as your eyes follow Kanae's hand enthusiastically servicing you. You've gone from excited and half-hard to rock solid and throbbing in his hand in no time.
âMmm⌠Looks like someone is ready for more. This soon, even.â He sighs, thumb tip dragging the edge of your foreskin up and pressing into the well of accumulated precum on your slit. âItâs just so hard to be patient, isn't itâŚ?â
âI've never been with a man like this,â You admit, slight hesitancy in your tone. While you've always found men attractive as well, youâve been with Mai for most of your young adulthood, so you haven't had much opportunity to explore any of that. âSo, please excuse my inexperience.â
âMmh- Donât worry, honey.â Kanae says in a reassuring, affectionate tone as he removes his pants and straddles you.âIâll take care of everything.â
You can feel his hardness press against your thigh, and thereâs a clear small patch of wetness on the front tail of the button-up he still wears. The sight makes you want to explode.
âAh- Are you sure?â Despite how lovely the prospect sounds, youâre typically very invested in making sure youâre giving proper service to your partner, so the idea of just laying back and leaving all the work to Kanae makes you a bit uncomfortable.
âYes,â Kanae says, eyes glinting mischievously. âIâve already prepared myself.â
âThatâs-â Youâre only distracted by the way the thought makes your dick twitch by the seemingly impossible logistics. âWait, when did you have time to do that?â
âBefore I came to the table earlier.â Kanae says simply, smirking without a lick of guilt in their expression- instead oozing a perverse sort of pride. âI had the hope that since you showed up- youâd want to do this.â
The dumbstruck grin on your face turns into an open-mouthed groan as he lowers his prepped hole onto your cock. He grins your chest for balance and presses himself down eagerly, inching down your shaft faster than you'd expect; you expect he must know what he's doing.
Kanae lets out a long, dreamy sigh that changes into a faltering whimper as he reaches the root of your dick, flesh grinding against your pelvic bone.
âAah- Amazing-â You choke out into the back of your hand, already slightly dazed by the tight, warm feeling of his body squeezing around you.
He starts out with a gentle rocking, but it doesnât take long for him to lose his sense of restraint and build up to riding you with a forceful, reckless sense of urgency.
âAh-h-â Kanae grimaces, his features flickering and threatening to change like they did before, when he had lost his mask. âS-Sorry- I donât think I can k-keep this up- Nngh-â
âWhatâs wrong? Does it hurt?â You lift your torso slightly, ready to help if he needs it.
âNo- the opposite-â They pant sheepishly, obviously struggling hard to keep their form cohesively looking like his host persona. âToo good! Can't- focus-â
âShould we stop?â
âDonât want to- but-â
âIt's okay- Hah- Y-You can show me what you look like-â Your fingers dig into his thighs for emphasis. âYou can trust me, Kanae-â
Kanae lets out a vulpine whimper in the last lingering bit of protest he has left in him, but doesnât need more convincing than that to let the illusion drop.
The elven features melt away in waves, starting at the crown of his head, sloughing off his shoulders and dripping down his nimble fingertips. His skin loses its flesh color, changing instead to an almost ghostly partially translucent black color, like a light wash of ink. His body is still solid despite looking like a silhouette, but softer and malleable. You can feel your fingertips dig in ever so slightly more into his thigh than before.
And of course, his face becomes completely smooth, changing into a recognizable, simple mask with fox-like features painted onto its pearlescent surface.
âAah-â Even Kanaeâs voice has a slightly echoing, ethereal aspect to it now, and his shiny claws struggle to not tear into where he holds you down by shoulders. âNnh-â
Despite Kanaeâs initial protests, you are largely unfazed by the change. If anything, youâre even more enamored by the change. You canât help yourself, thrusting upwards into the new, slippier sensation of Kanaeâs partially incorporeal body. His body feels as oddly damp and slick as the surface of his mask.
His claws prick your skin as he pointedly grinds backwards a few times, any self-consciousness forgotten in his single-minded pursuit.
âGgrr-ngh-â A growl tapers off in Kanaeâs throat as his body goes completely rigid, his insides clench around you in a vice-grip and he keens, shooting his pleasure across your stomach.
Itâs too much. You donât have any hope of containing yourself any longer, and hold him firmly to you by his sides as you roll your hips upwards through the feeling of your orgasm. Your muscles contracting so hard you momentarily forget to breathe, warmth spreading out over where youâre still lodged inside of him.
Kanae lets himself sink forward onto your chest, energy completely depleted, with his arms tucked up and hands curled on your chest. You can see the brush tip of his tail twitching from your view down his back.
âKanae, will you be mine?â You say as you finally regain enough breath to speak coherently. âI want to be with you.â
âAhah- I-â The expression on the mask doesnât change, but you can hear his voice waver in muted, but elated excitement. His tail whips behind him even faster. âIâd like that.â
You press a soft, affectionate kiss to the smooth, solid surface of his mask, feeling the coolness on your lips.
You may have lost a lot in the past year, but what youâve managed to keep means so much more to you.
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Lisheng bby, I require cuddles with your arm around my waist and hand around my throat immediately
fox ears peeking up, the kitsune looks over with a small grin and in a split second, yanks you closer by the waist â when he was kneeling upon his sitting mat and composing another poetry piece.
âwell, who am I to refuse?â lisheng croons, a hand tenderly finding its way around your throat as he nuzzles against your chest.
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