cw/an; kidnapping, murder, stalking, dead bodies, small description of said dead body, not beta read, tried to write without a gender in mind,
Hello darlings! I did want to try and get this posted before the raffle as this is what I've been working on that's taken me a bit to write- technically I drafted the little prompt for this back in Nov of '25- but still, better late than never and I really wanted to make sure this was good. That said, I don't usually write with a description in mind but I did envision a chubbier/softer and plusher body for this, though I'm sure it can be read without. I hope that you guys enjoy, and to my followers; don't forget the raffle is there to enter! Totally free and everything <333
Yandere Kitsune admirer who simply adores how soft you look from afar, pondering to himself in delight as his tails fan out behind him at all the thoughts and possibilities with you.
How would it feel to hold your plush body pressed closely against his? He wonders, if he grips you close, would you push him away or try and pull him closer? It drives him crazy, really. The way he feels whenever he catches even the faintest whiff of your scent has him wondering if perhaps, you'd already been his in another life. Whatever it was that was drawing him to you, he needed to have you. He needed to make you wholly, and entirely his.
Now, he hasn’t approached you just yet. He wanted to get his den perfect and ready for your arrival but, no matter what he did he couldn't get it right. So he moved out of that one and found the best one he could. It was perfect, completely tucked away and hidden; you would have to be an expert tracker and have known the area like the back of your hand to find it. And aside from the fact that he was the best tracker in the forested mountains, he knew most humans wouldn't be searching to that extent. There was always some accident or emergency happening; it wouldn't be hard to add more of them to the mix in order to take the attention away from your disappearance faster.
If he really wanted to, he could kill those that would kick up a fuss over you. His claws were sharp enough to shred through their skin in seconds, and he was an excellent hunter. But that would make you sad, and he wanted to ensure your happiness. After all, he planned on having you be his mate for the rest of your life. This one, and the next, and the one after.
Every single time you were reborn, he would come find you and take you again.
Taking a moment to step back and look at the den in front of him, he grinned. He was close to having everything prepared; he'd already killed the creature inhabiting the den when he'd found it in order to clear it out for you, leaving a space he was sure you'd fill perfectly alongside him. To keep you warm when he'd have to leave, he'd made sure to hunt for all the best furs he could find. He'd also raided a nearby village for any and all kinds of fabrics he could get his hands on. He wanted you to have your pick of them all, these furs and fabrics would be helping to build up the nest he was to bed and claim you in.
He thought better than to start hunting ahead of time. While a nice supply of food would be helpful, you deserved only the freshest prey he could catch. And, it would save him the trouble of figuring out how to keep the meat from spoiling anyways. So what was missing.? What was making him hesitant to go get you?
Ah, yes. Courting gifts. He’d completely forgotten all the courting gifts he needed, to show you he was capable of providing for you and keeping you safe. How else would he prove he was the perfect mate for you? So off he went, already creating a mental list of what to get for you as a smile etched itself onto his face.
He was sure you'd love what he had planned.
You'd been busy with trying to get your life on track ever since you graduated high school; doing everything from saving up to get a car, get a better job, get your own place etcetera, etcetera. Yet lately, you seemed stuck in a rut of sorts. No matter how hard you tried, you weren't moving forward anymore.
You'd managed to get to the, "buy a car" part of your plan, and you'd been doing your best to either get a promotion or get hired somewhere else that had better pay– but there'd been no progress at all. It seemed like no other business was willing to take you on, and your current boss didn't think you even deserved a raise. You were becoming exhausted; it was difficult to save any sort of money either when your parents had decided to start having you fend for yourself. You bought your own groceries, maintained your own car, paid your own phone bill– you may as well have been renting a room from them at that point. And yet you weren't, so things like privacy hardly existed. Maybe you could have learned to live with them constantly checking in on you but, they didn't seem to hold any basic respect for boundaries you wanted to place.
So, you were doing your best to stick it out and endure. Trying to find ways to prove to your boss that you were a hard worker, one of the best, so that he'd give you something. Anything, to keep you going. You were, of course, still applying wherever you could and making sure to stay in contact with the hiring team– you didn't want to miss out on a single chance to move forward again. You didn't want to miss anything. You were terrified of being stuck in a place, that has started feeling like a cage, for the rest of your life. You'd also been dwelling on this fear, uncertainty, and urgency for so long, that you couldn't even notice that you were being stalked.
It had been a while now; you started feeling as if there was someone watching you while you were walking to your car one night, your shift having wrapped up and the moon already out as it made its way up into the sky. You had been unlocking your car when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you were suddenly hyper aware of the sounds around you and the low, flickering light that barely illuminated the car park. But when you took a look around, you only found a raccoon hiding by the tree line, and it seemed to be waiting for you to leave so it could raid the trash cans for its next meal in peace.
Letting out the breath you'd been holding, you told yourself to relax. You lived near the mountains, and there were bound to be animals occasionally jumping out everywhere. So you brushed off the goosebumps that didn't go away immediately, got into your car, and went home.
Over the course of the next few months, the seasons started shifting. You were now in mid autumn, and it seemed like the winter months coming up, would be some of the coldest your town would have yet. You'd gotten that same feeling of being watched a couple times over the same span, though every time you looked or tried to locate the source of it, you'd only found more animals hiding in the tree line. So you kept brushing it off, telling yourself that you were just tired, and exhaustion was turning you overly paranoid. Once you managed to get out of this rut, you would be able to rest.
Lately though, it was getting harder and harder to brush off the feelings. The animals were changing, were behaving differently. They'd become more wary of you, scared and skittish even. Their eyes seemed to have this deep fear of your presence. You couldn't understand what was happening, and you were no longer able to easily brush off the unnerving feeling of being watched. Instead of it being centered in one place, it was following you. It first happened on another one of your closing shifts; you'd found the raccoon but it had run off the second your eyes landed on its little body, and the feeling stayed. It made you nervous, so you didn't give the creature another thought before you quickly got in your car and sped home. This time though, when you were on the road and when you got home, the feeling had stayed. It only seemed to disappear once you actually stepped foot into your parents' house. It was tailing you now. From the second you came out of one building, to the second you entered another, the feeling followed. You wanted to keep brushing it off, to keep telling yourself that nothing was really happening and you were just tired.
And then came the first disappearance.
You didn't know how to feel, when you first heard the news. After all, it was your boss that had been the one to go missing. This was the same man that seemed to make it his mission to keep everyone he could underpaid. And yet, he was a person too. Wasn't he? People who may have been close to him, would miss him. His parents, his friends. Just because you didn't care for the man didn't mean absolutely no one did. But you couldn't deny the small bit of relief that washed over you whenever they found a replacement for his position, and this one definitely knew what they were doing compared to him.
The second disappearance, was of a certain man who had been relentless in trying to pursue you. You never paid him any mind, he only showed up around you sporadically and he wasn't a scary person necessarily but, he still made you uneasy. He had a habit of smiling just a bit too wide, and he would act overly friendly as if he was trying to forcefully establish a connection but at the end of the day, he would back off and was essentially, harmless.
The third was what started to make your insides twist, anxiety settling itself into your mind and body as you saw the face of your childhood best friend on the news. He'd never done anything to anyone that you knew of, he was sweet and charming. He could be playful but he always held everyone's best interest at heart. If you were being totally honest with yourself, you had begun seeing him in a different light as of late. You'd started confiding in him about your exhaustion and paranoia, and he did everything he could to help you feel better and get some proper rest for once. He had always been there for you, just like this. And now, he was gone. Why? Why did the one person who seemed to understand you, sometimes better than you understood yourself, be gone like this? There was no trace, no blood, nothing. It was as if he had simply vanished into thin air.
Since then, the feeling had only grown. It no longer stopped whenever you entered any buildings, it followed you in. You could only feel a small sense of steadiness whenever there were no windows and plenty of people around. But that was hard to do, especially when everyone was on edge over the missing persons count slowly, but still steadily, going up.
You were beginning to feel like the whole world was a cage, and now, the only safe haven you had left was at home with your parents. You'd been trying to rush and get out, get your own place and get your life started. But now you were scared, and you didn't know what to do. So you relied on your parents, letting them know how scared you were and you gratefully took their embrace. Catching your breath for a moment as you told yourself again, you just had to endure and things would get better. So with a kiss goodnight, and your body finally feeling relaxed enough, you headed to your room and went to bed for the night.
You never noticed the crack in your window sill and the glowing eyes hiding in the beams of moonlight scattered across the trees.
When you started coming to, the first thing you could feel was the warmth that enveloped you. It was a soft and gentle warmth, the heat keeping you comfortable and cozy as you snuggled a bit further into the furs of your bed.
Shooting up from what you first thought was your bed, you took a look around and felt a sickening pit hollowing itself out in your chest and stomach. This wasn't your room. You had no idea where you were; the "room" itself looked like you were in some sort of cavern, the lighting dim and emanating off a single fire lit off to the side. It was close enough for warmth without making it hard to breathe, and was just bright enough to illuminate the extent of the little area that you were laying in. Carefully taking a look around, you made sure you were alone best you could before you slowly stood and did your best to keep quiet. You had no idea where you were but, so far, you seemed to be all alone; and you intended to keep it that way.
You’d made sure you were still dressed before you did anything else, relaxing for a second as you felt a small wave of temporary relief wash over you as you felt the familiar fabric of your pajamas. They were still fully intact and keeping you covered, though you double checked to be sure nothing else had happened to you while you were unconscious. After taking another look around to make sure the coast was clear, you quickly and quietly began making your way to what you saw to be the entrance. You didn’t want to risk catching the attention of whatever, or whoever, it was that brought you here in the first place. There were no other entrances that you could see, aside from the gaping hole in the far wall anyways— so with that information at hand, you proceeded to carefully poke your head out of said hole in the wall and found a long, dark tunnel, that stretched on for as far as your eyes could see.
It had to be the way out. There was nothing you could use as a torch, and it would be better not to have one anyways; the light would easily give you away if whatever took you was still nearby. So you made your choice, and decided to follow the tunnel. You stuck low and against the wall, wanting to be sure that you didn't encounter anything as you made your way out. Only, when you found the exit, you noticed that you ended up in a room that had your anxiety rising again as your heart thundered in your chest, desperately trying your best to stay calm.
The room you now found yourself in, was huge; you couldn’t tell where the walls ended, or where the ceiling began, as you tried to look around. To your slight comfort, there was definitely a way out of wherever you were; that same comfort was quickly replaced with utter dismay though, as it dawned on you that the way out was hidden well. Tunnels and entrances surrounded you, encasing you in a labyrinth that's size was daunting. If you hadn’t still been holding onto the wall and standing in the tunnel you’d been coming from, you more than likely would have gotten yourself mixed up and lost already. This discovery also worsened some of your fears; questions of how long you were asleep for were starting to scream at you as you desperately looked around for a source of light— any, light— to indicate the time. Instead, you were met with the same darkness coming from all the tunnels of the maze in front of you, and the thoughts of the cave you’d escaped from started gnawing at the back of your head.
Sure, you'd been taken– but you weren't hurt. Nothing had happened to you, as far as you could tell, and you'd even been tucked into that bed like structure with care. Your clothes had remained fully intact, and the the cavern was warm...
'No- I need to get home-'
You shook yourself out of it, you couldn't afford to stop or stall here- you needed to get out. You didn't waste another moment, having already taken too long with your wavering mind; so you picked up a nearby rock to mark the tunnel you came from, and stepped into the room. You were desperate to find any signs of the outside world— of freedom. Instead, you were met with nothing. All the tunnels were dark, dank, and cold; you couldn’t see five feet in front of you, much less if there was a way out with absolutely zero light streaming in. How would you be able to tell if you were close or not? Hell, how would you be able to tell if it had been more than one day since you’d gone to sleep? What about your parents? They were probably worried sick by now, calling out and looking for you. Would they find you? Would anyone even help to look for you?
Mind racing with thoughts and urgency, you started panicking, your breathing picking up in pace as you felt your chest tighten up. You were going into a panic attack. You needed to get out, you needed to find the way, any way, anything at all to get you back home– back to your parents and loved ones. You were frantic in your searching, and you likely would have started crying if it wasn't for the sound of someone’s delighted humming echoing through one of the room's surrounding tunnels. The sound sent a cold shover up your spine, hairs standing on end as you froze in place and felt your heartbeat drumming in your chest. What were you going to do? You'd made no progress in finding the exit and if you chose the wrong tunnel, you could end up face to face with the very person who had kidnapped you in the first place.
As the sound drew closer and louder, your urgency rose again. You needed to make a choice, and yet you could only find yourself thinking of everything that could happen to you if you were caught- 'Wait..'
That was it; the momentary solution you were looking for. All you needed was to buy yourself time to explore the tunnels, and you were sure you could get away. You also had an opportunity to see which tunnel your captor would be coming out from, and use it after they’d gone into any other one. So in a split second decision, you ran into the nearest tunnel, quietly regretting it in your mind as the stench of what you assumed were rats decomposing filled the air behind you. But you stayed, you were willing to take your chances to get away; you didn’t want to die and leave everything you knew and loved behind– much less the people in your life! But you couldn’t relax, the stench of death wafting around you was hard to ignore, and it was suffocating you. You were close to gagging and coughing several times, and you needed to be quiet; this could be a life or death situation you were in. And like any other person, you wanted to live. So, you started stepping further away from the tunnel’s entrance, desperate to keep hidden for just a moment longer— long enough to watch the person emerge and disappear again before you were free. The humming was growing louder and getting closer. You were so close.
It seemed, however, that there was no fate or god on your side.
As you were backing away further into the tunnel to keep yourself further out of sight, your foot caught on a fist sized hole in the ground and you felt it slip in deep enough to twist your ankle at an odd angle that would have you sore for days to come. Aside from the fact that you let out a poorly muffled yelp, you’d noticed too late that tunnel was at an incline that helped hide the hole, and you went rolling down the tunnel into a different room— crashing into something you couldn’t quite make out through the dark and commotion just yet. You were doing your best to move quickly now– biting your tongue to keep back any more noises from giving you away, though the stench of death and decay was now so strong you couldn't do much more than try and breathe through the gagging you were doing and the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.
Your ankle was on fire, sharp pains shooting up your nerves every time you added pressure to push yourself further. You couldn’t get far but you kept pushing; the humming had been redirected, and it was now echoing all around you, causing fear to course through your body again as you thought of your options. Growing desperate as the echos got louder, you hid behind the nearest object you could find. And if you hadn’t already been found from the fall, you certainly would have been now.
When you’d first put your hands on said hiding spot, it seemed lukewarm; like something that once ran hot had been cooled off for so long, it was verging on coolness. You’d thought it was a muddy wall that had possibly been exposed to a crack in the cavern ceiling, a spark of hope pushing your eyes to adjust and focus on the wall so you could find it and escape. You wished you'd chosen to go back into the nest you woke up in now; once your eyes had actually acclimated to the darkness of the room you fell into, you were met with the sight of your childhood best friend’s dead body. He'd been tied against a stalagmite, his throat ripped out as his eyes remained wide open; they still held the terror, pain, and fear in his eyes right before he’d died.
You didn’t have the strength to hold yourself up; your hands were trembling and your body gave in on itself as you crumpled to the ground, wailing out as you wanted this nightmare to be over. You were so busy crying, you never even realized the humming had stopped. In its place were steady, confident footsteps, and what sounded like an excited chuckle as you noticed the growing light on the walls. And god, how you wished you hadn’t turned to face your captor. The light from the fire he was carrying had illuminated the little room you'd fallen into, and with it, the dead bodies that you'd been seeing all over the news.
"Do you like your gifts~? I picked them out just for you...~"
You'd barely registered the voice of the man as he spoke, coming up behind you as you stayed collapsed on the ground. Sobs and screams were racking your body, rendering you pretty immobile as you just couldn't push yourself to keep going anymore. You'd failed after all; not only did you not find the way out, you had trapped yourself in between the corpses of the people you used to know and your captor. You could feel whatever hope you had of getting out alive and finding your way back to your family diminish. Your body couldn't even brace itself or tense up in fear as you saw him approach you, close enough to finally notice that your captor wasn't even human. Fangs, or perhaps canines, flashed in the light as he smiled down at you with pure glee, two fox ears sitting atop his head as they were turned to be able to take in all the noises you were letting out. If that wasn't strange enough, he had something swaying behind him that you caught from your peripheral. Slowly, you turned your head, already expecting to see a tail but were instead met with seven of them; each had small flames that seemed to float into the air before dissipating every time they flicked. You were quickly snapped out of the trance they seemed to put you in when you felt his hand on your shoulder; his claws grazing at the fabric of your top and pressing into the skin underneath as the little indents forming beneath them showed just how sharp they truly were as you trembled from all the fear.
Slowly, you looked back up to him and were quickly met with his face only inches away, red eyes boring into yours as he brought his other hand to caress your cheek and said the words that let you know your fate was sealed.
"I finally have you my mate~ and now, I will never let you go..~"
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