#tomoe x reader

[kataclysmal]

I just finished Kamisama Kiss and I can't get Tomoe out of my head. Please send ideas/prompts for a Tomoe x Reader fic. I want to write about him but I have no ideas 🥺. bonus points if its wild tomoe

[blycky]

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Wild! Tomoe x Reader headcanons

⌞ fluff! ⌝

⌞ mentions of nsfw!⌝

✮⋆˙ Tomoe who somehow noticed a human because you were always in his fucking periphery. A merchant from a village, a foolish name he hadn't cared to remember, you had mentioned when he first met you. A soppy life story you had overshared  as he attempted to flee from your wagon of goods he had regretfully bought from. Every village, you were there like an irritating bug he couldn't rid of. You would beam each time he dared to make eye contact, waving as if you were long lost friends, oblivious to the fact he could snap you up between his canines without a sliver of regret.

✮⋆˙ Tomoe who begrudgingly accepted your camaraderie when you began presenting small gifts and trinkets, your infectious smile burning his retinas each time you brandished the horribly wrapped delights in crumpled rice paper. He would be lying if he didn't say he kept a few rather thoughtful ones, tucked into the deepest pockets of his kimonos like a secret meant for just him.

✮⋆˙ Tomoe who stumbled upon you weeping in a heap next to your upended wagon, goods chaotically strewn across the trail towards the next village, shattered and tarnished beyond selling point. A cowards crime he had thought, destroying your livelihood for the fun of it. He would usually step around such a pathetic scene without sparing a second glance, yet the familiar face buried under soaked through sleeves pulled on the heart strings he didn't know he had.

✮⋆˙ Tomoe, who gnashed his teeth in frustration before he decided to comfort the foolish human he had grown fond of over the years of an unsuspecting 'friendship.' Clawed fingers snatching your damp ones from your eyes and wiping tears that threatened to spill over some more. "Stop blubbering, get on your feet. You humans are so easy to give up." He had snapped, though his tone lacked its usually vicious bite.

✮⋆˙Tomoe, who had taken you under his wing for what he thought would be the briefest period of time. A mat to rest your head for the evening, a spooky room you unashamedly complained about as he snapped the shoji shut on your prattling, though it did nothing to mute you. The yokai, whose tail fluffed like it had been electrocuted when he woke to you sprawled in your futon beside his. You evaded any severe backlash, due to the fact he still felt sorry for you.

✮⋆˙Tomoe, who didn't complain when your one day stay had blended into weeks, then into months. Who had allowed you to become a literal roommate, unable to protest the fact you had moved your futon permanently in next to his because apparently the shrine was definitely haunted.

✮⋆˙Tomoe who had shamefully fell first, for something as trivial as a human. He was disgusted at first, distant as he struggled to put his entire trust in the hands of such an untrusting species. Yet he eventually folded beneath his feelings, become a nearly suffocating, still grouchy, shadow.

✮⋆˙Tomoe who's hidden love language was acts of service, your meals already prepared each morning, your futon made perfectly each evening and pillow somehow fluffed exactly to how you liked it.

✮⋆˙ Tomoe who shamelessly bathed you in his scent, unbeknownst to you. Fluffing his tail against you or pretending to fix a mark on your cheek with a ticklish kitten lick against your cheek, neck whatever. You drafted it up as a fox thing for a long while until he eventually told you what he was really doing.

✮⋆˙Tomoe whose tail bottlebrushed like a frightened feline, a common occurrence, the first evening your lips finally met his, when you had been pretending to brush a knot from his silver tresses. The kiss had been presumptuous on your behalf, your eyes squeezed firmly shut in expectancy to brutal rejection. You melted when you were met with double the intensity, teeth clashing with yours as he had deepened the kiss, claiming you in a way a wild creature would.

✮⋆˙Tomoe who spent less and less time now in the spirit realm with akura-ou to focus on building a stable relationship for his partner. The once soulless and abandoned shrine he resided in brightened by your presence and a touch of decor picked by you of course. A spot he could finally call a home.

✮⋆˙ Tomoe who was stubbornly traditional, ears pinned in frustration and barely contained restraint each time your hands wondered a little too boldly between the gaps in his kimono during late nights, stuffing your hands under his arms to halt you in your ministrations.

✮⋆˙Tomoe who took his time the evening of your wedding that you had been eagerly counting the days down for, a needy heap on the futon as he enveloped you in warmth and praise. Focused on your pleasure entirely, a night he had been fantasising about for months, one he would draw out for as long as possible into the absurdly late hours of the evening.

✮⋆˙Tomoe who was overjoyed to share a peaceful life with his human lover.

[winxwaist]

"runaway princess" | kamisama kiss [tomoe x fem!reader] part 1

a/n : i won't make this long. but i am not too good at writing, at least how i used to be. i really hope you somehow enjoy this. i watched the anime just recently and i thought it was so well-written as a romantic comedy. that's all thank you x (also i'm sorry if tomoe is a little ooc im not good at writing anymore)

content preface: emotional abuse, depression, dissociation.

for as long as you can remember, the roof you've lived beneath has always been like this. nothing has changed since your father left.

when you were younger, it felt like everyday you were destined to be holed up under your desk, ears plugged with game music as you felt the vibrations of your parents' thundering voices on the floor beneath your feet. they were ripping each other's heads off with volume alone. money. grandparents. curse words. these are the most common things you would hear beyond your locked door in tandem with the cheerful melodies in your ears.

and sometimes, if your ass hurt enough from sitting on the hardwood floor, you'd stand up and just crawl into bed with your ears still plugged in. you would join your fingers together once the blankets were over your shoulders. you'd clamp them tightly, and pray with your eyes shut. please make them go away. please make them stop fighting. i promise i'll be a good girl. you'd revere from the floor of your little six year old heart.

how useless those prayers were.

you began to hate any concept of god the moment the anger was redirected to you.

now, you're eighteen. absent of a father, but at least you got accepted into a state university. it would've been happy news to you until your mother kept hanging it over your head.

your door flew open with a kick of her calloused foot. you jumped in your place, feeling your stomach drop at the invasive noise. you were just trying to sort out your college plans on your laptop. but of course, she never took it that way when it didn't fit her narrative.

"you! i've had enough of you. all you do is sit around there all day. it's like you forgot your father isn't around anymore. you can't even sweep the floors for your own sake?!"

where did this come from? why tonight? you were already scared of not being able to start the year without rough sailing. no friends, no support, no nothing. not even a job to support you independently with how hard it is to get employed now, especially with someone of your lackluster curriculum vitae.

you've had enough with her, too. she was always smothering you, making you feel small and useless just because you stayed at home often. she never took the time to get to know you anymore, always using work as an excuse and only using her time around the house to scrutinize you. you felt like you were walking on eggshells. every. waking. second.

you did something you've rarely done. you spoke up. gently, too, to make sure you didn't give her more reason to escalate.

"you could've just asked."

"asked?! i don't have to ask you to do anything!"

"mom, i'm trying to-"

"there you go, making excuses again! just do it! you never do anything around here, anyway. do you want to be useless until you're 30? is that where your goals are?"

you felt strangled from saying anything in your own defense. "mom, can you just stop?" you plead numbly. but she won't stop. at this point, she's just yelling at you, and you can't even process what she's saying. your ears are ringing and a quiet rage is blossoming uncomfortably in your abdomen. she doesn't know you at all. doesn't know how much you suffer inside during school everyday just trying to pass high school, even though you had nothing to look forward to. how lonely you were. how utterly numb yet chaotic you felt inside. "alright, it's my fault! i'm the bad person! i'm always the negative person in your story when i'm just teaching you what's right!", she keeps yelling.

years. she's been like this for so long. it won't stop. is it so hard for her to not yell at you? no one will ever see you suffering.

your eyes burn. in a flit of anxious impulse, you shut the door and lock it. her yelling grows louder. it feels like she's burning through the door with her words. you crouch to the floor and crutch your ears.

then, you let it all out. an ear-piercing shriek that bounces off the walls of your cold bedroom. it happens three more times in tandem with your mindless, loud sobbing. a noise your mother has never heard before. it actually worked.

you got her to quiet down.

"you're stressing me out! just go!" she says.

you obliged later that night after she went to bed. you texted your 'friends'. emptily, you wipe your social media presence just to feel something. you wonder if they'll miss you.

you patter up to your closet and change out of your pajamas. you looked for the biggest, most heavy-duty backpack you can find and stuffed everything you could think of in there. documents, your laptop, your essentials, and as many of your clothes as you can fit in there. if there's anything you love more than the internet, it's your clothes. you spent a long time curating your closet, you know? looking good was your coping mechanism.

you sighed. you hated here. you wish you could love it. you wished you were stronger. but you were beginning to die inside just staying there.

so you leave through the window. i'm sorry, mom. but i don't think we've ever truly known each other. so i'll be polite and leave the house you worked so hard for.

…

…

"ah, what's wrong with me? where am i even gonna go?" you immediately wailed to yourself the moment you hiked through those dense, foresty roads. your face withered at your own circumstances. one ride later and you were already beginning to feel your confidence resolve. you only had about 7,000 yen to your name, your feet were growing tired, and you were honestly considering just going back home and slip right through your window. the next morning, your mother would likely pretend that nothing ever happened and would just leave for work silently as usual.

on your right, you spot a flight of stone steps. you look up that steep slope. eh, it looks… so scary up there! where the hell am i?! you feel immediate regret for wandering around so carelessly. get it together, you're homeless now. childish ghost stories are the least of your concern.

but..

you look up to that barely-illuminated shrine. it looks almost pitiful, the way it seems so neglected. in a way, it resonated with you. you two had something in common at least. dim, abandoned, and probably rotting inside all ugly.

your self-deprecation brought your feet up those steps. on the way, your mind drifts again. probably from being so exhausted. it's at a chance like this where you wonder: was i really so unfaithful that i had to face this reality? if the gods were real, i wonder what they're trying to tell me now. maybe my destiny is to be punished by my own stupidity.

haha.

you reach the shrine. it doesn't look much more appealing up close. your heart freezes at the slightest rustles. the wind bites at your cheeks and the clearness of the night sky above you soothes your worries. oddly enough, you find comfort in the fact that you're alone. that no one's finding you.

if you could die in this state, you probably would. suddenly, you feel the freedom to do anything. this freedom was dangerous. but it influenced your curiosity- and right now, you were so curious of what that shrine looked like inside. if it was ugly. if it was all worn down and peeling at the walls, and reeking of mold. if you could stay in there the night and leave.

you crawl onto the wooden terrace and pull the doors back without anticipation.

"you're lost."

not even a question, but a fact. you look around, merely thinking of it as an insane hallucination of your already wearing mind. but you blink again and snap yourself into reality. a person, there was an actual person inside! and you'd just rudely open the door for yourself!

"i'm so sorry!" your reflex was to apologize, your tone coming out sheepish and utterly embarrassed.

he saw your eyes from where he could peek over his open fan. its as if your eyelids were slanted south in shame.

who.. was this? you thought to yourself. he looked otherworldly. are those fox ears on his head? his chalk-white hair had not a single frizz sticking out. his skin was flawless, too. and those eyes were so serene, lined with bold black. you were almost envious of his beauty. you wish you were that pretty. it'd do you pretty well, considering your state right now.

as for him, you're not the person he wanted to see. far from it, actually. the last thing he wanted to deal with was a careless maiden who had no regards for sacred places. the moment your hand touched the door, his senses have already profiled your entire being. he knew you had no faith in divinity, he tasted it in your radiance. your soul was bitter.

not that he cared.

well, great. now you're just staring at each other because he's sizing you up. a homeless girl bestowing herself to an attendant of the shrine. you should probably ask him some questions. what do you have to lose?

your eyes. they're so curious. he thinks.

"..are those real?" you pointed to your own head, referring to his pale pearly ears. for a moment, he remained silent and tempered.

then he took offense.

"ignorant girl!" he struck a chiding tap on the crown of your head with his closed fan. it felt like you were being struck by an elder. you cupped your scalp and strained out a garbled "sorry" with your head down. but you hailed your head again to look at him.

"it's just- i've never seen-"

"a yokai? it's obvious." he aloofed before turning away. then, out of nowhere, two little will-o-wisps circulated around him! you never thought you'd see something like this, ever!

"t-tomoe-sama! who is this?"

"oh no, a young woman! is she a runaway?"

how'd they know? is this not their first time?

the pale, cloaked spirit drew his fan open and glanced upon your groveling frame over his shoulder. "no one. none of our concern. she just decided to invite herself in. like some kind of royalty." he'd answer demeaningly. his eyes blazed apathetically.

you wanted to come to your defense, you really did. you never meant to offend the spirits of the shrine, as much as you were inclined to being unreligious. pulling yourself to your knees so you kneeled, you kept your distance from the inside of the shrine. you bowed your head low and kept your hands curled on your lap.

"it really wasn't my intent. i'd done something carelessly out of my own ignorance. i'm sorry."

to him, it was a lousy apology. a gradeschooler could do better. humans were such a bother, and so vulnerable to their own emotions to the point where they'd turn stupid because of it. but he digressed.

he didn't really look at you, but he'd respond just as bluntly while his fan concealed the lower half of his face. "we don't take people inside. you may go."

"b-but.. tomoe-sama, mikage would probably want you to help he-"

"quiet, you!" he punishes the will-o-wisp in similar fashion, striking its nimble bald head with his fan.

you were quite disheartened, but you didn't let it show on your face. instead you got on your feet without protest. but in all honesty, you were hesitant to leave. where else can i go? my feet are killing me.. i don't think i can take another walk..

"is…"

"hm?"

"is.. it okay if.. i sleep on the grounds, at least?" your question came out self-consciously. this was hard to ask.

yet..

h-hey.. why is he laughing?! so condescendingly, too?!

you wanted to grab a rock from the soil and throw it square at his head if you could, but instead you sucked it up and remained quiet throughout his boisterous laughter. what an ugly, mean personality to pair with that elegant appearance.

"ah-" you squeaked when he nudged the tip of his closed fan upon the center of your forehead. he was all up in your face.

"do whatever you want. just don't be a nuisance. and don't come inside." he scanned you once more with his eyes. "you got that?"

you nodded, albeit a little pettily.

tomoe sighed, pulled away, and looked away once more, fanning his tender face as you wore your heavy backpack again. "you're quite the princess, aren't you? you probably thought running away would give you freedom. but in the end, it only trapped you even further. did you think that the help you needed was one kind request away? that anyone would lend their hand out to you if they saw you suffer?"

you stopped in your tracks.

he kept talking. he leaned his temple on his curled fist. "runaways can be so impulsive and stupid. it's no wonder you ended up where you are now.""

that comment irked you and prompted your teeth to grind. tomoe sensed the tension in your face. furrowed slightly with petulance as you looked away from him. it only made the corner of his lips pull into a wide smirk. "aren't i right?"

you turned your back to him. he doesn't know anything.

"sure." you answered begrudgingly. "it's also no wonder people stopped praying to your kind. you have no remorse for people."

you let it slip. regret washed over your stomach and made you feel just a little ill. you didn't look back, though, and just walked right down those steps. you didn't hear tomoe say anything. but he stared at your retreating form for a long while.

before you even approached the shrine, tomoe had actually already heard your mind's prayer. you were trying to talk to the wind god in your state of despair. even your inner voice sounded pathetically pitiful.

"please.. let me live. i have nowhere to go. i just wanted to be safe. i couldn't take it anymore. please, save me."

"…tch." tomoe drew the doors shut before walking past the wisps.

"observe her for the rest of the night." tomoe commanded with disinterest.

"on it, tomoe-sama!~" they chorused before they flew out the open sliding doors in search of where you went.

and when they found you, you were passed out on the ground with a fatigued, dazed smile.

in your dreams, you were asleep in the endless abyss of dark. it was so tranquil. so quiet and ladened with peace. you open your eyes into this realm, your vision bleary and your ears muffled. a crystal teal light glimmers your way, appearing bigger and bigger in your perspective. but upon closer examination, it presented itself as a butterfly. it was wispy and emanated with a nurturing warmth.

it approaches you and your eyes flutter as its feet graze your forehead, between your eyebrows. you squint when you pick up on it attempting to speak to you in an unfamiliar whisper.

"…take care of him for me… open his heart to the frail mankind. i trust my home to you…"

[winxwaist]

if i write a tomoe x reader fanfic where the reader comes from an emotionally abusive family will you read it i'm bored i have 2 months of summer left 5 votes i'll write it

here

yes

no you're a college student you fat fuck

Voting ended onApr 19

[f0rgetm3not]

Tbh I’m a little surprised that there are very few Tomoe x reader fics! I love Kamisama kiss and recently finished the manga actually!

I wanted to request Tomoe and his lover getting intimate for the first time together and reader is pretty shy about it and Tomoe is just completely soft-spoken and gentle for once? I feel like the few NSFW fics I have read, he’s always being rough or really kinky (NO HATE TO PEOPLE WHO WRITE THAT BTW) but I just wanna see Tomoe and his lover being vulnerable with eachother!! 😭

A Gentle First Time

Tomoe x fem!reader

♤SMUT, minors dni.

Yayy Tomoe rec! I hope its alr that I made the reader female! This is my first smut, im open to any tips/criticism ^^

The pearlecent moonlight reflects through the window in the shrine. Shining upon the futon, which Tomoe is currently lowering you onto.

The fabric dips between your weight as his slender hands place you down. He's leaning over you, white strands of his hair lightly tickling your bare shoulder.

"You are truly beautiful like this"

Tomoes voice is smooth as a velvet duvet, and low as he admires you beneath him. His pupils swallowing up the purple Iris in his eyes. He watches you for a few seconds, his eyes travelling over your form as his fingers run through your hair. He lowers himself until your faces are inches apart.

"My love, are you sure about this?"

He asks softly for consent, and you can feel the hot air ghost over your parted lips. His movement stilling for a moment.

"Im sure, Tomoe"

His soft white ears twitch forward at your confirmation, and he closes the gap between you. This wasn't the first time you and Tomoe had kissed, but every time you did, it felt like it.

Your eyelashes flutter closed, and all you feel is his lips move gently against yours. His hands slowly undress you. Taking his time and making sure his long nails never scratch you— never hurt you.

Your lips part and the both of you pant softly. You feel your face heat up as you now realise he is seeing you completely bare for the first time, you wonder what he is thinking.

And it is almost written on his face, the way his eyes trail in admiration over your naked body, his fingers running over your smooth skin. His lips are still parted.

"All of this, for me.. what a pretty body you have."

He hums softly, dipping his head lower, placing soft kisses down your neck and to your collarbones. He stops just before your breasts and meets your eyes again. With no protest on your part, he dips again and begins kissing your mounds. His textured tongue circling your nipples with care. His ears twitch when he hears you moan for the first time, and he continues his efforts just a little more. He feels a rush through his spine from giving you pleasure.

"Tomoe.."

Your stuttering brings him out of his trance on your breasts, and his head piques up, his hands running up and down your waist, tracing mindless shapes.

"Where do you want me, darling?"

He asks gently, a soft, knowing smile on his face as he looks into your eyes.

You swallow nervously under his gaze, and simply part your legs for him, feeling a shiver through your spine when you feel the air hit your glistening folds.

Tomoes breath catches in his throat at your silent invitation, even he can be caught off guard when met by your most intimate areas.

You see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. It gives you butterflies the way he looks down between your thighs.

"I see, I see, what a sight.."

He purrs, moving up again to give you a soft kiss on the nose before travelling down again, further and further down till he is settled between your legs, his lips parted as he looks upon your pussy, glistening with slick, he feels a warmth spread in his groin and he has to hold back a groan.

Suddenly shy, your legs instinctively close, this doesn't go unnoticed by Tomoe as his eyes quickly look back up at you.

"Is everything alright, dear?—"

"Im sorry, its just.. im nervous"

Your words make him pause, and his hand reaches out for yours.

He brings it up to his lips, and he presses a kiss to each of your knuckles while holding eyecontact,

"I promise, I will take care of you, and pleasure you beyond anything imaginable."

His words are soft and gentle, like a comforting blanket. Your legs slowly open up again, but he doesn't let go of your hand. His eyes however, dart back down to your pussy.

"There we go, how beautiful"

You can hear the appreciative purr in his voice as he lowers his head once again. A high-pitched, involuntary moan exits your lungs as you feel his textured tongue lick a stripe up your slit. Your legs twitching, a pair of hands gently holding them down.

Tomoe is like a man starved on your dripping cunt, yet he is so gentle, his purple eyes closed as he savours the taste of you on his tounge, licking and lapping at your juices.

"Ive never tasted anything like this, so good.."

He hums, pleased. The vibrations going straight to your clit making another moan exit your mouth, his ears twitch at this and he redoubles his efforts. Knowing he found your sweet spot.

"Such a pretty girl for me, this feels good, hm?"

He purrs, feeling you inch towards orgasm when your hand comes down to run through his white hair.

Then your fingers brush behind his ears, and it elicits a shudder through Tomoes body. His tongue goes limp for a moment before he recollects himself.

"T-tomoe?"

"Ah, thats a dangerous spot my love,"

His tongue is right back on your, this time dipping lower to slide into your depths. You bite your lip in pleasure as you feel yourself coming even closer.

"There we go, let me make you cum"

He hums softly against your clit, kitten licking between your puffy, slick lips.

You come with a breathy moan and squeezed shut eyes, your hole fluttering, and Tomoe gladly lapping up your essence, you swear his tail was wagging.

"So proud of you, you did so well for me, darling."

He speaks so gently, wiping off his mouth before crawling back up to you and cupping your face, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you come down from your high.

A/N: Yayay I love a gentle Tomoe fic<3 Again, this is my first smut so if anyone's got any tips or criticism, im open to it!

[thoughtsbysomeone]

I NEED KAMISAMA KISS FANFICS!!

[absol-may-write]

Nothing More | Tomoe x Reader

• Kamisama Kiss • Kamisama Hajimemashita • Oneshot •

❀ Notes ❀

> Fluff?

> Gender-Neutral Reader

> Reader is the Land God

> Reader saved Mizuki

> Slight Mizuki x Reader

> Tomoe kissed Mikage for the contract,

but has no romantic feelings for him

> Tomoe is figuring out his feelings

~•~•~

“Wait, does that mean…”

Immediately, Tomoe shut down the idea. Snapping your metaphorical thought bubble in half with a firm slam to the table.

“We may have kissed, but that was only to make the contract between god and familiar! I do not have those kind of mortal feelings for Mikage!”

Despite his desperate attempt to dispel and change the topic, Mizuki dropped to the floor in a fit of giggles. Escalating the kitsune’s fury to the point it could burn the shrine down.

“Hahaha! I knew you were wild and untamed, Tomoe, but I didn’t imagine you to be so scandalous you’d force yourself on every god that takes pity on you! Why don’t you just run along to Mikage? I’ll be Y/n’s most loyal, most favorite familiar that’d never take advantage of the bond we share. I mean, unless they want me to, of course.”

A sly wink was sent to your direction before he was sent blasting off again. Courtesy of Tomoe. A sigh escaping the man’s lips before he sat back down on the zabuton. Sipping his saucer of sake before giving you a glare.

“I can’t believe you’d think up something so ridiculous. I’d never stoop so low as to have intimacy with a god when I am their familiar.”

Watching the way his lavender irises hovered over you, you pulled your lips in a curious pout. Which, infuriating for him to admit, sped up the thump in his chest.

“So, you didn’t feel anything at all when you kissed Mikage? Or me?”

He wouldn’t say no. Couldn’t. It would be a lie. With Mikage, he had been so damaged, so hurt, he felt nothing but sheer gratitude when he became Mikage’s familiar. Honestly, the whole “kissing” aspect was a blur to him, so while he barely remembered it, it felt wrong to say it didn’t matter to him at all. It just mattered in a light different from romance. You, however….

The image of you lying so peacefully in the moon’s wash wouldn’t leave his mind. Lazily, carelessly dangling your arm off the futon as you slept. The feel of your soft and gentle lips as he leaned in and noted the taste. Something dangerous and sweet twinged in his chest as he felt the familiar feeling of the tug.

Of his spirit twining and threading together with yours like a live wire.

“I didn’t say I felt nothing, it just wasn’t anything you’re thinking of,” Tomoe huffed. A hesitant calm in his voice penetrating the air like off-putting incense.

“Now, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow, and if I catch you sleeping in late, I’ll wack you awake.”

That night, long after the patter of your feet against the tatami mats and into your room echoed on repeat in his brain, he gave a sharp sigh into the quiet. The smoke from his pipe doing nothing to calm him down.

Just why was he all hot and bothered? It was just a kiss, nothing more. Putting out the remaining embers in his smoker, he brushed the thought away before slipping under the covers. He’d think about it another day.

~•~•~

[thesmithseatmealive]

Tomoe who's ears flatten to the top of his head when showing affection- like a little puppy. Or should I say fox?

Tomoe who when you start scolding him for attacking anyone, especially in public flattens his ears and nudges his head under your neck, pouting and acting innocent. Yes, it is an obvious manipulation to get out of your lecture about blah blah harming humans or what not- but it works. You cant help but get flustered when he acts so sweet and nuzzles into your neck! And plus he's in the perfect position for you to play with his fluffy ears.

Tomoe who smirks letting you play with his ears, staring fox fire at the human he attempted cooking for dinner tonight. The human runs off, not understanding how you cant see how evil the fox yokai is.

In your defense, Tomoe wasn't an innocent fox, but he rarely let you play with his ears. You had to take advantage!

Tomoe who carries you off back home a pleased look on his forever cocky face as you consider chomping on his fox ears.