Kitsune God that falls obsessively in love with you
He has a shrine that has long since abadoned until you a lone mortal came passing by one day. You saw the small little shrine and felt sorry for all the weeds that seemed to be creeping around the statue of a fox.
You carefully pull them away to reveal the statue underneath before giving it a gentle pat on the head and a scratch under the chin. "Now you look much better!"
You pull a few coins from your pocket and leave it at the base of the statue...
You have no idea what you've just done.
When you make it home you feel eyes on you, it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. But you live alone... Surely it is just your imagination?
But that whole evening throughout dinner and clean up you could feel that gaze on you.
It wasn't until you undressed to take a bath that the presence finally showed itself.
A tall and dashing looking fox man appeared from nowhere behind you, his hands snakeing around you and one covering your mouth before you could let out a scream, the other softly pinching at one of your nipples.
"Now, now my lovely bride... Don't wake the neighbours."
BRIDE?
The look of confusion on your face was evident, you were to stunned to even move as the fox nuzzled into your neck.
"And what a pretty bride you are..." His hand cupping around your breast and squeezing.
"These will carry plenty to feed our kits and oh..." He slipped a hand away from your mouth and slowly slides it down your body, squeezing at your tummy.
"You'll be able to hold many kits..."
He seems to just be squeezing your body, talking about kits and how divine you look, a perfect mate to take his cock. It has been so long since he had a bride... Oh you were perfect.
"Who... are you?" You finally manage to splutter out between gasps and soft moans.
You only heard him chuckle.
"Your husband... You left me your offering... I just knew I had to have you." He coos.
It was in the moment you felt something begin to press between your thighs, you could feel him shudder behind you as you glanced down at the tip of his cock poking through your thighs, already leaking precum as he grew excited at the thought of breeding your perfect cunt.
He continues to fondle you, slowly thrusting in and out between your thighs, you could feel yourself getting wetter as his cock slid between your folds, a desperation to be inside you as he whined.
"Please... Please my lovely bride I'll make everything so perfect for you, I'll give you everything you ever want, please."
He turns you, you were facing your apperent fuzzy husband to be now.
His features thin like a typical fox, his ears folded back as behind him, nine large fluffy tails quivered in excitment.
He was starting to lift one of your legs up, the tip of his cock gently pushing into your hole as he whined.
How could you say no to such a handsome creature?
You nod slowly and his ears perk up, before you even register what is happening, he has quickly scooped you up and ran back to your room, dropping you on your bed and is instantly on top of you.
His hands groping your breasts again, his head lowered as he licked and nipped at your senstive nipples.
"I'll keep you stuffed and happy, I'll keep you so full of kits that these will never run out of milk."
You let out a small groan, your legs parting slightly for him and he took that as his invitation as he slid inside without hesitation.
Your wetness made it slightly easier for him but his girth made you whimper a little, he was so large for someone that looked so... Skinny.
And to him? Oh you felt amazing.
Perfection, so warm, so addicting.
He couldn't hold back, his claws digging into you as he thrusts all the way in, letting out a loud moan as he gripped at your hips, needing to hold himself steady as he pounded into you ruthlessly.
He watched in hunger at the way your breasts bounced and belly jiggled with each hard thrust. Licking at his maw as he felt you squeeze tightly around him, sucking him into your delicious fat cunt.
He was going to breed you until you knew nothing but him and his cock.
"My wife... My lovely wife." He gasped, his tails lashing wildly as he felt himself getting closer. "I'll never let anyone have you."
And with a final deep thrust, his cock buried all the way into you, his knot popping into you and locking him tight into your pussy. you felt it twitch around your walls before you felt his warm seed start to fill your womb.
Your own orgasm came quickly after, squirting around his cock as you cried out, reaching up to grab at him as he lowered his head, locking his lips to your mouth, being careful that his sharp fangs didn't cut you as his tongue swirled with yours.
He pulls his head back, his hands now massaging gently at your stomach, as if to make sure his seed mixed in well... "So good for me... My beautiful wife."
He eventually lays on top of you, knot still buried in you as he suckles on your nipple as if milk was already there, his other hand massaging your breast.
If you get treated well and get dicked down like that? Maybe being a bride to a trickster wasn't so bad...
✩ Wild kitsune you saved when you both were just kids.
✩ Your god powers weren’t fully fledged, but enough to help a poor fox who’d injured his leg.
✩ After that day, the fox had revealed himself to be a kitsune, and although your parents believed him too “wild” to be your future familiar, they let you play with him in your yard.
✩ Kitsune boy that became entirely devoted to you.
✩ He didn’t care that he wasn’t bred from the imperial familiars, he swore he would be yours when you claimed the rank of god.
✩ Whenever your god studies got you down, he’d always do his best to cheer you up. Play games with you. Eat snacks with you. Cuddle you with his fluffy tail and warm embrace. Kiss you on the forehead. Sometimes, he wishes those days lasted forever. As soon as you became a god, the road to be by your side got a lot bumpier.
✩ Kitsune man who worked hard to become your familiar.
✩ On the day you turned 18, your role as the new god changed a lot of things.
✩ For one, you were busier. You had to sort through plenty of paperwork from all the minor gods, oversee major decisions, and ensure you kept the respect and worship of all your followers. You had little time to talk to your kitsune, which had become exceedingly jealous of the appointed nekomata your parents had assigned as your first and official familiar.
✩ First familiar, oh please. That title left a bad taste in his mouth when he was there for you since childhood.
✩ Despite numerous bad-mouthing and deterring comments from high-ranked officials and familiars, your kitsune quickly set to work on becoming your familiar. There were plenty of tests, exams, and verifications he had to go through. Each one so, so difficult for a non-imperial bred kitsune like him. That didn’t stop him though.
✩ His wild, carefree mannerisms turned dependable, logical, and responsible as time went on. Yet, underneath all that, he was still your wild kitsune who dared to kiss you on the head when no one else was around.
✩ Kitsune man who was jealous of your familiar.
✩ When he came to visit you, the air immediately became charged. The nekomata that never left your side was such a thorn in his. And he always had to rub it in that he was your first familiar by exercising his “rights as a god’s familiar”.
> “It is my duty as familiar to keep others at a distance from my Grace.”
> “It is my right as familar to scold you when you kiss my Grace. You’re lucky I was ordered not to speak of such inappropriate behavior.”
✩ He swore, even though the nekomata wasn’t smiling, your kitsune didn’t miss the way the nekomata’s eyes would narrow. The way they pulled up in satisfaction when he had to follow rules non-familiars abided by in the presence of a god.
✩ The nekomata liked you, he knew, so he vowed to become your familiar before that vile cat got any closer.
✩ Kitsune familiar that was so happy when he finally became yours.
✩ The day he got his certificate to be eligible, he nearly cried. It had been 5 long years. Of hardship. Of waiting. Of enduring.
✩ When you came to congratulate him, he gave you a big hug. Despite everyone else screaming at him to get off you. He couldn’t care less. He was going to be your familar, no longer the stray fox crowds could shoo away.
✩ Now, you were his Grace. So everyone had to get used to it.
✩ Once he had fully been accepted as your familiar, he set to work to rub it in the nekomata’s face.
> “Guess what? As MY duty as familiar, I have the right to kiss MY Grace when they permit me. Too bad not everyone shares that right.”
✩ Yeah, he was extremely petty. But after a while, he simmered down to be the professional familiar he had trained to be.
✩ The day you had professed your love for him, he’d say, was even happier than when he got his certificate. A god was able to love their familar as long as certain agreements were made.
I have a question for Takara and for Alessio (164) if its okay!
I'm feeling a little down, can I...maybe please....hug your tail?🥺
Large puffy pink tails fold around you. Soft, well groomed, tinged with a metallicallic sweet smell and pastry bake scent.
"what's gotten you all down daarin?" Takara croons, with their head cocked to the side slightly. Ears twitching as you wrap your arms around the many tails and bury your face into them.
"I've got you. Don't worry about anything else right now."
You feel the long tail extend around you, reeling you in to hold you in a tight embrace for you to reciprocate.
"Course you can, cariño." Alessio's hushed voice brushes against your ear in tandem with his lips. Pressing a gentle kiss to the shell of it.
Not many words need to be exchanged from then on. the holding of each other does enough of speaking.
꒰ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢 ꒱
ᝰ.𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: stories of Takeshi's past have been carried down through generations of Hinokuni Isle - parents now tell tales of the evil nogitsune who'll take them away if they don't return home by curfew
✩ = contains smut
ᯓ✧ 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐.
fun facts
ᯓ✧ 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 & 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔
how he reacts to you having a dog
listening to him talk
his date loves Japanese mythology
lipstick
Takeshi with a virgin reader ✩
predator/prey with Takeshi ✩
Takeshi taking his s/o in front of Aphae ✩
ᯓ✧ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
how he kisses
yandere! Takeshi
NSFW headcanons ✩
polyamorous! yandere! Takeshi ✩
what he would study in a modern setting
how he reacts to finding you injured
how he reacts to you singing
biting ✩
how he would react to meeting the others
crossovers
how he is with kids
how he is with a soft, submissive reader ✩
yandere Takeshi seeing a rival with his darling
where he likes to be kissed
what he's like as an older brother
bathing with him
what your fav character says about you
who’s into predator/prey dynamics? ✩
the languages he speak + reacting to hearing his s/o say sweet things in his language
his darling snuggles up to him while they rest
his darling has a fox laugh
his darling is feral for him
his darling is afraid of thunderstorms
how he reacts to his darling calling him daddy ✩
general fluff
most to least noisy during sex ✩
how he acts when you're pregnant
animalistic tendencies ✩
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𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕teasing and mischevious, the ever infamous kitsune mercenary of the society of shades, in your service.
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... even their gentle and teasing nature is deceiving to your eye, they're still as aggressively in love with you outside of bed as they are inside the bed. ⊹ cw ٬٬ choking . smut . feral sex . bites . claws . 𖹭 requested by a lovely anon!
The truth is, despite Takara treating you as though you were a delicate flower in the palm of their claws . . . they still had instincts.
They're still madly, insatiably, ruinably in love with you. Obsessed, even. And that rage of emotions? It pours out into the bedroom.
While yes, they'll tease and trick— purely to see your pretty eyes fluttering with pleas. Purely to watch your lashes bat and hear that pathetic tone in your voice as you beg them for something they are more than happy to give you.
Kisses became bites. Caresses became claws. Their lips worshipped and ruined you all together. Drawing out your pleasure and crashing you down into bliss that sent your eyes rolling.
"Is this enough for you, daarin?" They'd croon from above. Both parts a sinner and a saviour as they leave little crescents in your neck. Beside the teeth indents and blushing hickies, they fit well.
She doesn't talk much when she gets like this. Too focused on your pleasure and the sounds you spill through her treehouse. Too occupied with how desperately you try to hold her hand even when she absolutely wrecks you.
He grunted, groaned, panted into your neck as your hips rocked together. Grinds and humps and all the right friction to send you tumbling into her.
How she loved when you gripped her hair. She returned the favour. Wretching your head back and burying his fangs into the crook of you throat.
Another mark. Wider, brighter, a badge she loved to embed into your sweet flesh. He kissed around the blushing skin and squeezed you thighs. Claws dug there too.
"Hold on to me, not done yet." Because the truth is, Takara can't hold back when it comes to you. They're a creature of nature, and their nature is to love you— obsess over you.
Can i please have an order for Takara, i missed them TT i wanted to ask about a reader who is their friend, who defends them, who braids their hair but secretly adores them so much more than they show. And when it one day comes to light that Takara is very sneaky and manipulative reader just gets the softest, heartfelt look in their eyes, because,"no matter what, i trust you."
𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕teasing and mischevious, the ever infamous kitsune mercenary of the society of shades, in your service.
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... many stories tell you to never trust a nogitsune, yet even as you look into the eyes of your best friend. you smile with benevolence and trust undefeated ⊹ cw ٬٬ none .
Too trusting? Too friendly? That's what got you killed in the Spirit Realm. Takara had seen it first hand.
Too trusting and friendly with a kitsune — let alone, a nogitsune? Now, that was plain ignorance. Foolish even.
But when they looked into your eyes, no curses came to mind. 'Fool', 'idiot', 'naive', no variation of it consumed them. Not the way your love and devotion did. Not the way softness flooded them.
At first they grinned. Maybe if you were reminded of their sharp canines, you'd remember predators bore their fangs.
Instead you smiled back.
Then they tilted their head.
And you smiled wider.
Pink ears flattened against their scalp. "That's really dangerous, you know?" They huffed.
Still, infuriatingly, you smiled. Stepped closer and reached for the fluffiness your hand adored. How could something so dangerous lean into you with ease? A gentle wind, a soft dagger.
"If you were sooo dangerous, why're your tails wagging?"
They huffed, but their tails barely missed a beat. Their ears remained pinned to their head. The softness in your eyes bled into theirs and at first, it scared them.
Terrified. Wounded. For someone so much weaker, so much more vulnerable, to put a hand on their head. Like a finger in a lion's mouth. Trusting, friendly.
That's what made you.
They hoped you wouldn't rub off on them. ( Did they? )
"If you say so." They huffed, face nestled into your shoulder. If you were trusting and friendly, then they were hopeless and attached.
Wait, takara has hOW many requests?? Less than ten?? I'm here to fix that.
I'm taking them on a date I'm spoiling them I'm giving them anything they want also they get sO many kisses you don't understand
🥺also i wanna spoil them so softly at first like if they agree for their wrists to be tied down while they get spoiled all sweetly till they're whining but I don't stop and whisper how i love their voice while i give them all the pleasure they're worthy of TT takaraaaaa
you spoil takara with pleasure that he deserves <3
Spoil them. It’s a concept that Takara wasn’t exactly accustomed to.
It was when you spoke so sweetly to her. Hands running down his arm as you hummed about making her feel good, about - giving him the pleasure she deserved.
He’d always been one to fight for dominance. But this time was different. The way you spoke to her. The way you looked at her as though he was the most beautiful thing on the surface of the earth. . .
It’s the same look you gave them when they were beneath you. Wrists bound by light pink rope and head tilted back. Hair laid messy, yet all the more beautiful to you as your lips caressed his neck in small kisses. Bites - just the way you know she likes.
“You’re so beautiful . . .”
“St-Stop . . .”
Their head tilts to the side, hips steering up into your hand. Her pink lashes flutter and she whimpers at the essence of love that you adorn his body with. Love.
Love.
You love her, and she can’t handle it.
“I don’t think I will,” your voice is hushed. Like a prayer. The same way that she says your name. Her body melts beneath your touch like candlewax and you piece them up back together like a sculptor. Is she your work of art? “You deserve to know it. . . you’re so beautiful, so good.”
“Darrin,” she cries in bliss. Her hands tug at the binds. “L-Let me feel you, please, l-let me. . . let me touch. . .”
You permit it. Because she deserves it. Her hands are on you. Hugging, clinging. Their lips bury against your shoulder as she whines out.
“愛してる. . .” ( “I love you” )
You cup her face and press your lips to hers. “I love you so much. . .”
