#nekomata x reader

[wwaheoh]

Can I request for shy gn s/o asking Lycaon if they can touch his tail please?

“Can I Touch Your Tail?” Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader

Nekomata, Von Lycaon, Ellen Joe

a/n: added Nekomata and Ellen!

... A fairly common question that came with varying answers. Tails, ears, and all extra appendages that Therians were born with were seen differently by those with them. Some would think of them similar to an arm or a leg while others would be more sensitive, putting higher emphasis on them, granting the privilege of touching their extra appendage to close friends- a sign of trust. 

So asking this question to someone you considered being very close with was an ultimate test of trust. Maybe you did or didn’t have this in mind when asking- only asking out of naive curiosity, yet to them it’d be a pretty high-tier test of trust and how they viewed your relationship.

“Nyahh? Where’s this come from?” Nekomiya turned to you, still munching on a mackerel as she spoke. “Hmm…” She thought for a second before smiling and nodding. “Okay, sure! Just don’t pull!”

You nodded, happy that she allowed you this privilege. Slowly you leaned forward and softly pressed down on the feline-Therian’s gray tail, feeling the soft short fur that were usually covered by the protective sleeve she wore. Nekomiya purred, ear twitching as she felt your hands caress her sensitive tails, shivering and wagging with giddiness- always so protective of her Therian appendages, it felt nice to have someone pet them- at least someone she trusted. 

Nekomiya would usually say yes if you asked her, only saying no when around other people- since some would take it as an open invitation or when they were sleeved, though that was usually when in Hollows or out in public. 

“Of course.” Lycaon spoke warmly, his voice the same cool even tone it always was. Yet as you attempted to pet his tail, it became a tall order, as every time you reached for it, the tail wagged wildly- nearly hitting you in the face with fluff. But once you finally got a handle on it, it felt soft, obviously impeccably taken care of, nothing less for Lycaon.

You pet it softly, small ‘Ooh’s and ‘Aahs’ as you felt the soft silver fur under your fingertips, running your hands with utmost care as to not accidentally cause any discomfort. Looking up to the Therian, you noticed his ears twitching, a satisfied smile on his face, a small hum of satisfaction as you pet him. 

A small part of him wished for you to continue, even as you let go and went back to whatever responsibilities you had. If you ever asked to pet him, as long as it wasn’t on the clock- though it was still debatable, he would happily allow it. 

“Huh?” She looked up from her phone, lollipop tilted slightly upward and tapping stopping, her usual bored look being sharper than before. Oh she was very familiar with people asking to touch her tail, being something incredibly big- a little over the length of her entire leg and the circumference of a dinner plate, it got a ton of attention wherever she went. Classmates, children, and weirdos at work would ask to touch, and she’d always tell them no. If they tried to forcefully touch her, she'd give em a good wack- not the children though, usually able to just move it away from their reach. Though at work, Lycaon was pretty good at being there at the right moment, kicking out any unruly customers or finding a way to tell them to buzz off in that professional manner that she couldn’t care enough to do.

Though she thought of it for a bit, the two of you were pretty close and you weren’t like the other weirdos, eh, if she didn’t like it then she’d just tell you. “Sure.” She leaned a little to give space for her tail. As your hand made contact with it, a small jolt went through her- unused to allowing people to touch her. “AhhhHhhh~...” You quickly pulled your hand back, worried that you'd done something wrong. “Oi, I didn’t say stop.” It felt as though she had become more annoyed that you stopped petting her tail than when you asked the question…

Ellen would be apprehensive but if the two of you were close enough, she’d let you touch it every once in a while. Usually away from other people, definitely not at school or at work. 

[ihaznoclue]

HII,

Can I ask for a reader who doesn't really talk because no one notices him, for example; he speaks but no one notices him where they are listening, so he cuts him off so the reader will stop talking because of that.

With Ellen, Nekomata, lycon and grace please

Ignore if you don't want to do it

~🧇🍨🦭🍰🦭🍨🧇~

Why hello again ^^ So glad you could request!

Parings -> Ellen Joe, Nekomata, Von Lycaon, Grace Howard x Male Reader

Warning -> Not being Included, Speech issues

Note -> Just no-one listening to reader so he stops speaking

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Ellen Joe

This girl would maybe take some time to notice you don't talk as much as before, since you and her go to the same school and such.

But she's always wondering why you haven't talk in a while, you used to be just a yapper around your friends but it seems that every time you try to talk, you always get talked over.

You would always try to speak over that person to say what you were saying until you will forget, but everyone never seems to listen to you. She still wonders why you're even friend with those idiots.

That where she comes in, instead of you going with your friends during school hours, she pulls you away and drags you with her.

"H-hey! Ellen! Where are you pulling me?" You tried not to stumble over your feet. "Somewhere, rather than hanging out with your friends" Ellen spoke

"Huh? Ellen who did you bring?" A blonde girl asked as she saw you. "This is Name, It is okay if he hang out with us" Ellen asked, "Sure!"

That was the day you felt appreciated, feeling like you were heard and cared for.

Ellen was now pleased to see you talking again, while her friend listened, you thank Ellen.

"It's nothing" Ellen blushed a little as she smiled

Her job was done, you were now away from your horrible friends as you made new ones on the same day.

Nekomata

This girl didn't like how you stopped talking on this random Friday afternoon. She always asked you but you would always walk away with your head down.

She needs to know what happened to your happy yapping personality, so she followed you.

She found out that your family never seemed to listen to you whenever you were talking about your achievements or that you completed your tasks, they never seemed to listen to you.

So that's why you haven't talked in a while, you think she wouldn't listen to you.

Today was now a Sunday evening, You and Nekomata were in the cunning hares hideout, you were sitting on the couch with Nekomata on your lap.

You felt nervous as she kept staring at you, "Okay I can't take this anymore" She said as she sat up. You moved so she could have room

"Name.. You haven't spoke in a while, If you think I won't listen like you horrible parents then you're wrong" Nekomata spoke

"How did you know?" You asked, you were quite shocked on how she knew so fast. "I'm a cat, And I used to be in a gang. So of course I would know such things for my friends"

Since that day, Nekomata was now enjoying your talking, she was also happy to see you happy again.

Von Lycaon

He would instantly know on the first day you stopped talking, he knew you for quite a while after you applied for this job at Victoria Housekeeping.

He knew that you would always come up to him for his praise and to tell you that you did a good job, but you haven't even come up to him in a while.

So he decided to go to you instead.

"Name" he called out to you, since you were on break as well as the client was now gone, he wanted to have a little chat with you.

"Yes, Sir Lycaon?" You asked, "May we have a chat in my office" Lycaon asked, you nodded your head as you follow Lycaon to his office

"Sit on this chair please" Lycaon patted the chair that was in front of his desk, he sat down as he looked towards you

"Now, I would like to speak about you, Name. I have come to realize that you haven't spoken a lot than usually and I'm starting to worry if something has happened" Lycaon explanied

"Oh, you noticed. Of course you have, It was something that happened a while ago so you don't have to worry about it anymore"

"What happened then?" Lycaon asked

"Just some client that's all" You spoke, "A client, what did they do?"

"Nothing they just didn't really like how I spoke too much and they told me that everything will be better if I don't speak as much" You spoke with your head down

Lycaon was quite furious about this but he calmed down

"Thank you for telling Name, you may go back on your break now" Lycaon excused you as you thank him

Lycaon sighed

Maybe he needs to be more careful with these clients of his

Grace Howard

She would maybe take a while since she always busy with technologies and her 'babies' but when she does notice she would immediately ask you what is wrong.

"Honey, what's wrong. You haven't spoke in a few hours, you always speaking your heart out" Grace worriedly asked.

You shook your head "Its nothing.." You spoke, Grace was put aside "Well it doesn't seem nothing, come on we need to have a chat somewhere more private"

"Huh?! Wait Grace, It's okay really!" It get a little bit serious when Grace goes into 'Mother' mode.

Now you two were in a private room, "Now.. Are you going to tell me what has been happening for the past few days, you usually would be speaking a lot"

"That the thing, I speak too much and when I speak no-one seems to listen to me" You sobbed

"Hey, hey, hey. Honey" Grace hugged you as she petted your hair to calm you down

"You know, I love to speak a lot too, and when I realized that my partner stopped speaking to me, I wanted to change it back to you speaking your heart out which I love to listen to you speaking about your interests and other stuff that you love" Grace confessed

"Really?" You asked, looking up at her, she nodded as she kissed your head

"Of course I do, never change that. Never stop talking your heart out, that's what makes you, you" Grace spoke

"Heh, Thanks grace"

"Only for you, Honey"

-A<3

[vonlycaonwife]

Hi-hiii, I saw your requests open, so I am here to beg for some poly content!

Can I get a Cunning Hares x proxy!reader polyamorous relationship, please?

Idc if it's oneshot, headcannons, small pieces on each of the members, idc if it's sfw or nsfw

I'm desperate, I'll take anything, please😭🙏

Okay legit I had a double take seeing this, cause I swear I never saw this in my inbox until rechecking I wrote down all the ones I accepted. But! I felt I had to do this because it would be super cute, though they mainly give me found family vibes.

Warnings: none

Okay to be honest, you most likely would have to wear the pants in this relationship.

I can imagine you being the groups budgeter, but the position more so just…fell onto your lap then you actually putting yourself there.

Though also since Phaethon seems to be the hares usual proxy, I’m imagining you only get called to help when the siblings are too busy.

But that’s not to say they don’t appreciate you! They very much do and spoil you in their own ways.

Like Billy always being the one to cheer you up when upset, Anby being your go to bodyguard if needed, Nicole (trying) to be your sugar gf (though she ends up being the sugar baby most of the time), and Nekomata being a jack of all traits.

Actually speaking of Neko, I feel like it took some time before she was introduced into the poly. Mainly because she was unsure how she truly felt, but you four still accepted her with open arms!

Normally a lot of people confuse you guys as a friend group, which leads to some funny scenarios of someone hitting on one or two of your relationship and being confused when the rest speak at once saying, “They’re taken by us!”

Honestly they’re just a bunch of goofballs.

But they’re your goofballs.

[robin-evry]

Hi, I love your headcanons, is there any way for a Kaibyo! Yuu?

Glad you enjoyed it, ask and you shall receive

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐘𝐎 😺👻

Kaibyō (怪猫, "strange cat") are supernatural cats in Japanese folklore. Examples include bakeneko, a yōkai (or supernatural entity) commonly characterized as having the ability to shapeshift into human form; maneki-neko, usually depicted as a figurine often believed to bring good luck to the owner; and nekomata, referring either to a type of yōkai that lives in mountain areas or domestic cats that have grown old and transformed into yōkai.

( English is not my first language )

Day 2 : kaibyo!yuu

The entrance ceremony goes exactly the same, waking up in a coffin,grim sets the fire to the school and acatera. Originally kaibyo!yuu thought that grim was the same kin, mystical cats able to manipulate blue flame and are capable of human speech, before the blue flame can spread kaibyo!yuu use their magic to stop it, for compensation kaibyo!yuu ask Crowley to allow grim to enter the school as another student.Crowley unfortunately has no choice ( literally )

Since the mirror said that kaibyo!yuu but they display some abilities to control fire and shape shift. So Crowley still allowed them to attend the school. When Crowley presents the ramshackle dorm to kaibyo!yuu, he swears they send him the most disgusted glared in the world. He swears when he was sleeping, he felt someone was watching and is cursing him. After being unable to take it any longer he fixed the dorms and that allowed him to sleep peacefully... For now.

Kaibyo!yuu as a student likes to sleep during class, when Mr trein asks them a question about a subject, they answer correctly, when a test happens they always get good grades and manage to stay on top of class and during a portion project they always get it perfect.

Technically kaibyo!yuu is 12 years old since in mythology if cats live more than 7 years or turn 12 years, they are able to turn into a kaibyo or bakeneko. So technically kaibyo!yuu is 12 years old but in cat years they would be 64 years old.

Kaibyo!yuu has the ability to manipulate blue flames as well to shape shift and are able to create illusion but it's not as realistic as kitsune!yuu. They are able to cast but they do need a piece of paper to cast them. By writing fire and throwing it or something touch it, it will summon a fire it's similar to glyph magic from the owl house.

Not to mention kaibyo!yuu have incredible stamina, flexibility, and speed as well to quick reaction speed. Since Kaibyo!Yuu have the ability to shape shift to a human disguise, but they usually aren't in this form either. Because it takes too much energy, so they fused both their human form and yokai form into one. In this form they have their feline features around their body but with a human body including their cat ears and a tail. Their body is covered in a thin layer of fur. As well a bonus to be immune to poison.

kaibyo!yuu is pretty laid-back but also quite blunt without realizing it. They are incredibly brutally honest but showing this side for those who are not close to them, only acting nice for those who are around their circle.

In this situation, when kaibyo!yuu was standing in the middle of a room too busy paying attention, someone stepped on their tale as a joke, let's just say the person ended up living with a multiple bloodied cat scratches on their body and face. rook is incredibly infatuated about them wanting to learn more about there physiology, so he went straight ahead and ask them let me tell you, kaibyo!yuu send this dude the most deadass glare in the world and that didn't work on him cause he keeps asking and every time when they tried to scratch he managed to dodge. Vil practically sees kaibyo!yuu as a potential to be a model or an actress due to their pretty appearance as well as there talent of memorising something quickly and perfectly, but their personality is a total downgrade.

Their main diets are usually poison. During lunch they will bring a snake, they hunt from the woods and eat it there, this certainly scares the vice warden of scarabia. After hearing their immunity to poison Jamil will ask for kaibyo!yuu to taste the food for kalim and if they like it, it means it's poisonous. This allowed kalim to eat food more freely as well Jamil not risking his lives.

Idia first impression on kaibyo!yuu was cute, behind the tablet he really wanted to pet them but after a few chapters. Idia is now afraid of kaibyo!yuu feeling they would judge him and send him a glare towards his way. He would just die.

Also after kaibyo!yuu have a cellphone given by Crowley. Carter introduced them into gaming and now they're hooked.

Kaibyo!yuu would not bid fairly in the octanaville chapter due to it taking place at water and they hate getting wet, because they feel heavy. And how long their fur can dry up, PS : they also mention having a sibling who is a nekomata.

[vexieeeee]

Hololive JP Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Generation 0th:

Tokino Sora:

Nothing yet...

Roboco:

Nothing yet...

Sakura Miko:

Nothing yet...

Hoshimachi Suisei:

Nothing yet...

AZKi:

Nothing yet...

1st Generation:

Shirakami Fubuki:

Nothing yet...

Natsuiro Matsuri:

Nothing yet...

Akai Haato:

Nothing yet...

Aki Rosenthal:

Nothing yet...

Yozora Mel:

Nothing yet...

2nd Generation:

Minato Aqua:

Nothing yet...

Murasaki Shion:

Nothing yet...

Nakiri Ayame:

Nothing yet...

Yuzuki Choco:

Nothing yet...

Oozora Subaru:

Nothing yet...

Gamers:

Shirakami Fubuki:

Nothing yet...

Ookami Mio:

Nothing yet...

Nekomata Okayu:

Nothing yet...

Inugami Korone:

Nothing yet...

3rd Generation:

Usada Pekora:

Nothing yet...

Shiranui Flare:

Nothing yet...

Shirogane Noel:

Nothing yet...

Houshou Marine:

Nothing yet...

Uruha Rushia:

Nothing yet...

4th Generation:

Amane Kanata:

Nothing yet...

Tsunomaki Watame:

Nothing yet...

Tokoyami Towa:

Nothing yet...

Himemori Luna:

Nothing yet...

Kiryu Coco:

Nothing yet...

5th Generation:

Yukihana Lamy:

Nothing yet...

Momosuzu Nene:

Nothing yet...

Shishiro Botan:

Nothing yet...

Omaru Polka:

Nothing yet...

6th Generation:

Laplus Darknesss:

Nothing yet...

Takane Lui:

Nothing yet...

Hakui Koyori:

Nothing yet...

Sakamata Chloe:

Nothing yet...

Kazama Iroha:

Nothing yet...

[syrupyuu]

‘𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐀’

ft. m!yandere nekomata x gn reader

����𝐖: unedited. contains yandere themes (obsessive and possessive behavior), implied stalking(?), emotional manipulation, you're an unreliable narrator, mild horror/supernatural elements, possibly unsettling depictions of affection and devotion, gaslighting-adjacent undertones, sleep deprivation, psychological distress, etc.

𝐀/𝐍: tysm to everyone who's been supporting my stuff these past few days!! i tried to write a bit differently with this fic, so i hope y'all don't mind the slight change in writing style. that said, i hope you'll enjoy my word womit ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ ask me about his lore. i dare you.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 like smoke through a half-opened window—vague and soft, yet pressuring and unrelenting as they fill your lungs with each breath you force yourself to take.

You don't quite remember when they began—the dreams that seep into waking like rot into fruit.

At first they were just… noise. Static, in the back of your head. Easy to blame it on the usual stuff—school, stress, maybe dehydration or whatever. It made sense. Kind of. A normal response, right? Something sleep was supposed to fix.

But sleep didn’t fix it. Even when you slept longer. Or deeper. (If you slept at all.) You never felt rested. Not really.

You went to bed tired and woke up worse. No matter how many hours you clawed back, it wasn't enough. Eventually, you stopped feeling like yourself.

And the dreams..

No—nightmares, you tried to say. But even that word feels wrong now. Nightmares are chaotic. Absurd. Fragmented. Even the worst of them don’t linger like this. They don’t repeat endlessly, or follow you through the day like the scent of spoiled food clinging to your clothes.

Not when they’re this vivid. Not when your sanity’s fraying at the edges and you start to wonder if you’re actually going mad.

It isn’t just fear anymore—not the kind that dies with morning light or the kind to be reasoned away. You feel it when you wake. How your limbs hesitate. How your breath catches in your throat like your body’s bracing for impact, even though you’re safe in bed.

Then, there's the touch.

Velvet claws trace down your spine—slow and careful. almost tender, Like a predator petting prey.

You hate that.

You never mention the whispers, voices that hum beneath the silence like slow, syrup-slick lullabies. Too low to make out, but always there. Gentle. Constant. Suffocating. The murmurs never rise beyond a hush, but they crowd your head until you're drowning in it—devotion so cloying you can't breathe.

And always, without fail, those eyes. His eyes.

Burning gold. Twin pupils that stare without blinking. Cat-split gaze sharp enough to cut.

You see them in dreams, yes—but more and more, you're catching glimpses elsewhere. Reflections. Windowpanes. The sheen of your phone screen at midnight. Always there, hovering at the edge of your vision.

And still, you try to tell yourself it's just your imagination. Stress. Sleep deprivation. A trick of the light.

But your body doesn't believe you.

Your hands shake. Your shoulders stay tense. You flinch when nothing's there. You move like you're being watched—because deep down, you're certain you are.

You can't remember the last time sleep meant rest. The last time you didn't wake up drenched in sweat, lungs tight, throat raw from a scream you never made. The last time your thoughts felt like your own.

At some point, you stopped calling it a nightmare.

Because nightmares end.

This doesn't.

...

—A sharp jolt hits your neck.

You awake to the phantom sensation of a hand on your shoulder. Too real, too warm.

Then, the clatter of a pen.

When your eyes snap open, you're greeted by the familiar sight of a college classroom—buzzing white light overhead, rows of plastic chairs and indistinct faces—none of them his—and your professor's muffled lecture from far across the room.

"Wh—huh?"

You blink. Your throat is uncomfortably dry, and your heartbeat thunders endlessly in your ears.

Again. That same wretched dream.

"..hey, you okay?" the voice beside you cuts through the haze—gentle, and edged with concern.

But there's something about it that cuts you the wrong way; something too soft. Too careful. Dauntingly familiar in a way you can't place. A voice you've heard before, maybe in a passing, maybe-

Your breath catches. For a heartbeat too long, the classroom feels unreal. Your eyes dart towards the source in seconds, expecting—

Gold. You brace for gold.

Instead, you meet a pair of eyes so human it stuns you—deep brown, earthy and soft, in a way gold never is.

The breath you were holding slips from your lungs, a shaky sort of relief like a knot in your chest you didn't know was there has finally, quietly come undone.

You hate that you're relieved. That someone else, anyone else, is here to tether you back to the mundane.

...but you're safe. At least for now.

You try to smile and say something polite—anything—but your lips only twitch halfway into shape, and when you open your mouth, no words come.

Because that's when your eyes properly settle on him—and suddenly, everything else turns into static.

Why hadn't you noticed him before?

He's— god. He's handsome. Not in the clean, billboard-model kind of way, but something quieter. Softer. A kind of boyish, late-morning charm you never thought you'd see out of a movie.

He looks like he's always just gotten out of bed, hair still a little damp from a shower, ruffled at the crown. Freckles dust the tops of his cheeks—barely there, like sunspots trying not to be seen. And there's a dimple, just the faintest shadow of it that threatens to peak through each time he even thinks of smiling.

You only realize you've been staring when his face turns pink.

"Sorry." you blurt, heat rising to your cheeks as it clicks—he must've been the one who woke you.

That in turn, only seemed to intensify your classmate's blush.

"Ah—no. It's okay." he quickly splutters, offering you a faint smile—lopsided, unsure—and turns back to his notes.

You nod bashfully.

You don't speak after that, and neither does he.

The lecture drones on, every word from the professor drifting past your ears like static. You try to anchor yourself on anything. The subtle scrape of mechanical pens against paper. The soft cough three seats before you. A chair creaking. Someone shifting in their seat.

Hell, even that god-awful tick of the wall clock. Sharp, rhythmic, and endless.

Tick—tick—tick.

Seconds ooze past like sweat down your back. The air feels thick. Your body? Sluggish. You blink hard a few times, trying to clear out the fog in your mind—all to no avail.

Just once, you glance sideways. He's still there, hunched slightly over his notebook and tapping his pen in slow intervals against the margin. He doesn't really seem to be writing down what your professor is saying—rather, it's more like he's absentmindedly fiddling with the closest object to his hand.

It's not distracting exactly, but it makes it harder to stay in your own head... though for someone like yourself, you guess that's a good thing.

You retract your gaze, just as it seems like he'll catch on to your staring, again.

The next moments pass in a blur. Time stretches, unfolds and warps itself. When the bell finally rings, it's almost a shock—as though someone yanked the plug from your ears.

The world rushes back in all at once. Chairs screech against linoleum as the class begins to empty—students filing out in half-mumbled conversations, bags slung over shoulders, sneakers squeaking toward the door.

You don't move right away.

You just sit there for a while longer, letting the noise pass over you, around you. Like water around a stone. Your fingers press into your temples, then slide down to rub at your eyes, knuckling the grit from your lashes.

The light still feels too bright.

Your head still feels too far away from your body.

Footsteps pass. Someone sneezes. Someone else laughs.

"—Still tired?"

You jump.

There he is—standing beside your desk, backpack slung over one shoulder, hoodie sleeve pushed slightly up one forearm. The fabric bunches awkwardly near the elbow, like he’d rolled it absentmindedly.

His other hand fidgets with the edge of a notebook, thumb pressed into the spiral binding. His expression is sheepish, brows lifted in tentative concern—but his eyes are steady on you.

It startles you regardless.

You freeze, blinking a few times before coming back to your senses and trying for a half-hearted smile. "Guess so. Sorry, I.. haven't been sleeping well."

He winces—just slightly, like your answer confirmed something he already suspected. "Yeah, I can tell." he says, then immediately falters. "I mean—not like that, not in a mean way—I just, uh—you kind of looked out of it earlier."

A beat passes. Then you laugh, soft and tired. The sound surprised you.

When were you last so at ease with another person?

"It's fine." you say, lips curling, "I get what you mean."

He chuckles under his breath, a quiet puff of air, and seems to hesitate. His mouth opens—then closes again. You think he’s going to leave. Instead, he shifts his weight, nudging his shoulder against his bag, and holds out a hand—half a second too late to feel casual.

"I'm Kotetsu, by the way." A pause. "Uhm, just Kotetsu."

Without thinking, you find yourself reaching out to him. His hand is warmer than you expected. Warm. Steady.

"Nice to meet you," you reply, and the words feel strange on your tongue. "I'm.."

You hesitate again. Your own name flits through your mind like a loose scrap of paper; worn and wrinkled from overuse. It almost doesn't feel like it belongs to you anymore.

You give it anyway, and he nods when you do.

...like he already knew.

You've been seeing him everywhere lately.

Only campus, at first—somehow always within a few feet. He’d wave when your eyes met across the quad, sit near you in the library like it was the most natural thing in the world. Other times, you'd find him waiting by the vending machines or brushing past you outside the lecture hall, as if your schedules had just magically aligned.

At first, you thought it was just coincidence. A fluke. The same way you always seem to run into the same three people at the grocery store, or end up behind the same guy in line at the registrar. It’s a big campus—but not that big. You told yourself that once. Twice. A dozen times.

But then it started happening outside campus, too.

Once at the corner café you never told anyone you liked. Another time at the pharmacy down the block, when you were too tired to do more than blink at him in surprise. He’d just smiled, offered a casual 'hey!' like nothing was strange at all.

Before you knew it, he'd inserted himself into your life like it's as natural as breathing.

Maybe that’s what made it harder to notice at first, how seamless it all felt.

No grand declarations, no heavy pressure; just a gentle, persistent gravity. You feel as if you're caught in a tide that only kept inching closer each day—until your whole torso's already wet because you didn't realize sooner you've stepped into the ocean.

You never meant for this to happen. You never agreed to it.

But your feet just happen to move in the same direction as his after class, and your breaks just happen to overlap. —And when he texts (of course he has your number now), you find yourself replying before you even read what he wrote.

There are moments when you wonder if you should set a boundary. Say something. Ask how he keeps showing up in places you never mentioned. But those thoughts feel heavy. Too heavy for how easy he makes everything else feel.

Why?

Because oftentimes, your find that—no, you don't mind his presence.

Kotetsu has a very subtle way of drilling himself into your life like he’s always been there. He remembers little things. Your favorite drink order, down to the extra shot. The song you hum when you’re anxious. The way your right foot bounces when you’re thinking too hard. You can’t recall ever telling him these things, exactly—but that’s easy enough to explain. You must have mentioned them in passing. Slipped up during conversation.

It happens.

Besides, he listens. He’s attentive, sweet in a quiet sort of way. The kind of person who keeps extra tissues in his bag just in case, who offers you half of his sandwich if you forget to pack lunch. Who walks you to class when the sky’s starting to rain.

And you like having him around.

You do.

It’s not just about comfort—though that’s part of it. It’s in the small things. The familiar weight of him at your side. The way his voice feels like static wrapped in warmth when the world gets too loud. How he always seems to notice when your shoulders tense or when you start biting your nails again.

You didn’t ask for any of it, but you never really tell him to stop, either.

Maybe that’s on you.

And maybe—just maybe—it’s because you’ve started to rely on it. On him.

He looks at you like you’re a snowflake balanced on his palm; something fleeting he's trying not to crush by holding too tight. There's something frightening in that kind of tenderness—but there's comfort too. And god, haven’t you earned that? After everything?

You don’t question it much anymore. Not the way his gaze lingers too long. Not the way he always shows up right when you need him, even when you haven’t said a word. Not the way it’s getting harder to imagine your days without him in them.

In the end, the dreams—the nightmares, you remind yourself, even if the word doesn't quite fit anymore—are gone.

They just stopped. Quietly. No fanfare. Nothing.

No more cold sweats. No more waking up with your heart lodged in your throat. No more days where you feel like a prisoner inside your own body.

Instead, you sleep. Like really sleep.

And you wake up not with dread, but with breath in your lungs. Steady. Unburdened.

Some mornings, you forget what it felt like to be scared. Some mornings, you even catch yourself smiling.

You don’t want to think too hard about why. About how easily that terror vanished once Kotetsu entered your life.

You don’t want to ask questions.

Not when things finally feel good again. Safe. Not when your skin isn’t crawling. Not when your mind is your own.

Because after everything—

Isn’t that what matters?

Isn’t that enough?

You want to believe it is.

14:11 - kotetsu: hey 14:12 - kotetsu: feel like hanging out? 14:12 - kotetsu: i can meet you at that cafe you like. 14:13 - kotetsu: the one on 4th.

14:15 - you: oh 14:15 - you: sure 14:15 - you: be there in 10?

14:16 - kotetsu: k

He stares at your message too long, even though your response was expected.

Well—anticipated, really... but of course you said yes, you always do. Still, there's something about seeing it that makes the corners of his mouth twitch upward, something like a purr low in his chest that doesn't quite reach his throat.

His blush darkens.

You chose him. Again. Thank goodness.

The phone glows faint in his hand before dimming, its soft buzz telling of your confirmation still echoing somewhere deeper than his ears. Kotetsu lowers it slowly into his pocket, his fingers subconsciously brushing over the case once, like trying to feel you through the electronic device.

The branch beneath him sways slightly with the breeze, but he remains perfectly still—balanced, relaxed, perched like he belongs there.

High above the street, his legs tucked beneath him, one tail draped lazily over the bark while the other curls and uncurls in idle motion, restless in a way his body isn"t.

Kotetsu's hoodie shifts as he exhales, and just barely, the tip of one ear twitches under the fabric.

It’s quiet up here. The city noise filters in muted, far away, as though he's separated from it by something more than just height. He can see the café from here, the one you always choose. The same little table by the window. Always that seat facing the corner. Always the same way you stir your drink—clockwise, three times, then sip. You don't even realize you do it, but he’s memorized the pattern, just like he’s memorized everything else.

Kotetsu's gaze drifts downward to the street.

You're not there yet. You said ten minutes, and you’re punctual. You always are. But even if you weren’t—it would be fine. He would wait. He has waited. Centuries, actually.

The thought doesn’t weigh on him the way it used to.

He stopped counting the years a long time ago. It’s not bitterness anymore—rather, resolve. You’re here now, in this life. You’ve come back to him. Your soul remembers the way, even if your mind doesn't. That’s what matters.

He leans back and stretches, arms reaching overhead in a smooth, almost lazy movement.

For a moment, his balance sways, hoodie slipping just enough to reveal a sliver of dark fur; revealing the sleek line of a cat tail that flicks lazily and rhythmically, while the other curls around his ankle like an oversized anklet. His claws extend without thought, digging straight into the bark beneath him—quiet and precise. He breathes in. Your scent is on the wind already—so faint, but there.

Kotetsu closes his eyes and lets himself savor it as warmth flares low in his chest.

Oh, how he's missed you.

His master. Hismasterhismasterhismasterhismasterhismast-

The words feel a bit strange in his mind now. Not because it doesn't fit, but because it fits too well; worn at the edges from centuries of use, but still heavy, still comforting—like a collar he's long grown into.

You still look the same, still sound the same.

You still gaze at him with the same fondness he'd done everything to be deserving of all that time ago.

...Even now, he still doesn't deserve you, does he?

That's why he has to be good. That's why he has to be perfect. That's why every moment he breathes besides you has to be earned, not just taken.

Because you chose him of your own will.

That’s the part that undoes him—not any vow or fate, or divine force pulling the thread between your souls tight.

No. It's just you—wholly, honestly, entirely you. You who decides, reaching across all that silence and ruin and giving him your presence like it meant nothing at all.

Like it was easy. Like it was safe.

That terrifies him, truthfully. The freedom of it, because it means you can leave. It means there's no weight anchoring you to him, no curse or promise to force you to stay—and if that’s true, if you’re free to go, then he’s just someone waiting to be left behind again. That thought lives in his chest like a splinter lodged too deep in a wound, and so he swears—quietly, reverently, that he won’t lose you.

He can't. Not after all this time.

Not after what he became.

Not after what he did just to be here again, in your orbit.

You'll never remember the worst of it: What he looked like at the end of your life.; how his body fell apart from grief like it was rejecting itself cell by cell.

You don’t remember the voice that called your name until it cracked and splintered into something animal, something that didn’t know how to stop even long after you were already gone.

Not the madness, the violence, or even faithless prayers he once spewed and clawed into stone with broken hands. Nothing.

So maybe that’s a mercy. Maybe this life spared you from remembering.

Even if that's the case—he'll still remember, always, every second of your dying breath like it was carved into the marrow of him, stitched into every soul he tore through just to see you alive again.

You still smile like sunlight through leaves after all, still hum under your breath when you're not thinking. His breath hitches when you do.

Even just that—it’s almost enough to fool himself into believing it never happened. That he never lost you. That this—your warmth, your voice, the tiny flick of your attention—isn’t borrowed time but the way things were always meant to be. But Kotetsu knows better, he always has.

This time, there won’t be another chance. If the world tries to take you again, it won’t get the chance to try twice. That's why he’ll wait. Quietly. He’ll serve and protect and watch and bleed; whatever it demands. It doesn't matter if it's for you.

But then—something shifts. A subtle change in the wind.

Your scent.

Familiar and irrefutable. It hits him like gravity. His eyes snap open before the thought can even form. His body reacts first, as it always does when you're close. Something in his chest tightens right then and there—not painfully, just… enough to ache. Enough to remind him of the present. Of you.

He doesn’t move at first; just stays still, half-lidded, resting in his perch—letting the moment settle around him like dusk.

One of his tails twitches on instinct, a lazy sway through the air before falling still. Then finally, in a motion so quiet it barely exists, he drops from the branch. The hem of his hoodie billows weightlessly underneath him, barely louder than the rustle of leaves.

In moments, he lands silently, feet touching the pavement with all the sound of a shadow falling.

No one notices then. Of course they don’t.

Why would they?

By then, the transformation is already complete. His feline features vanish with the last glint of his twin tails fading like smoke in dying light. The sharp outline of his ears soften into something more human, and his aureate eyes—the ones you say feel kind—are open again, now tinted several shades darker.

Human, gentle, this version of him.

It's one you recognize, one that fits into your world—this is the one he wears for you; tailored to your own comfort.

The same one he dons when he greets you at the door of the café, his smile easy and hands casually tucked into his pockets.

"Hey," Kotetsu grins, voice light, "took you long enough."

And maybe you laugh in response, maybe you roll your eyes at his jest and playfully bump his arm—it doesn't matter, because he watches you like you're a miracle, anyway.

You talk about your day. He nods, listens, offers a quiet quip here and there. But the truth is—he already knows how your day went. He always does. What he doesn’t know is how you’ll describe it. Which words you’ll use. What expressions you'll wear. And it’s that—the you of it all—that he’s obsessed with rediscovering each time.

He'll walk beside you, shoulder brushing yours as if by accident, gaze flicking sideways like he’s not memorizing every frame of you all over again. And when he opens the café door and gestures for you to enter first, there’s a flicker—barely a heartbeat long—where his smile stretches just a touch too wide.

That’s all it takes. Just a second too long, a fraction too sharp—and the truth behind his eyes almost slips through.

But you don’t notice.

And if you do, you never say.

You step inside, and he follows—naturally, inevitably—like a moth drawn to flame.

After all... all familiars never stray far from their masters

—not unless they're forced to,

and Kotetsu would never let it come to that. Not again.

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There was only a small pause, short enough for him to realize what you were doing.

"Please just come in," He sighed, candid and contrite, "Until the storm passes."

At this point, you were both locked in a tense game of chess, unwilling to sacrifice too much truth at any given point, but unable to stop playing until somebody won. You let him slip your raincoat off of you and hang it up, gentle, attentive, playing eye tag for the length of time it took to close and lock the door.

The kitchen stole your attention almost right away, filled with the sounds of a ritual slaughter. The shouting was accusatory and excited, like someone had been deeply wronged.

"Stop that before you set something on fire!" Kuroo shouted.

He picked up the peace offering and carried it towards his needy, weary team.

Your eyes widened a little at his team captain voice, safe to react because his attention was split. You trailed behind him, hesitant, towards the commotion.

"Keep it down. We've got a guest."

The noise was broken for a moment of silence at the presence of hot food, landing right on the dining table, then a million eyes on you.

It looked like everyone was dressed comfortably because there were no girls around. You averted your eyes immediately from the few that were in just their underwear and found that most of them opted for no shirts.

None of them cared very much. They all went in on the giant bag like a pack of starving wolves, shoving each other out of the way, grabbing as many as they could hold all at once. One hit the floor and was picked up, placed right into somebody else's mouth for safe keeping.

You took a step back, closer to Kuroo. He was so tame compared to them. The bag was empty in 20 seconds; it would've been less than that, had they not been fighting over lukewarm scraps.

"Where's your Coach?" You surveyed the room and found nothing but Nekoma players, munching obnoxiously.

It was the most prevalent thing on your mind. You didn't want to be 'caught,' though your surface-level intentions were innocent and backed by evidence.

Right before you left your own team's corresponding lodging, Coach Ukai was rounding up all the guys, trying to put them down for bed like twenty rowdy toddlers. If everyone sat still, you'd be able to still hear him yelling down the pathway.

A short guy you caught earlier today as Yaku answered, between three big bites of a bun, "Oh, Coach Nekomata went to bed, like, an hour ago."

The guy was ancient. It made sense that he wouldn't be as involved as Ukai in his old age, but he also had no need to. His team was well-behaved. Despite their frenzy, they were still a much quieter group than Karasuno.

In fact, after all the initial thanks and praises sung for your angelic timing, it felt too quiet. You wanted to leave, get back to your familiar and fun team, despite the weather. Kuroo could sense it in your stiffness.

The team was preoccupied with their supper. He had to make some bold maneuver, or you would voluntarily forfeit and slink back in the rain- because that was somehow a more appealing option than admitting you wanted to have sex with him.

Fukunaga clocked the complicated mess that was your current dynamic for exactly what it was. Some weirdo mating ritual. First he noticed that Kuroo wasn't eating. Then that he was only speaking to you. He was the ticking clock personified, double fisting two delicious buns without blinking. His unwavering stare cut into you from across the kitchen.

You shivered at the intensity, shifted just a little towards Kuroo with your head turned, defensive, towards the lanky guy. "He's creeping me out."

Kuroo leaned further down to mutter against your hair, dismissive, "Him? Shouhei's harmless."

He lingered, bent at the waist, just to take in another breath of your hair. You smelled so good. He couldn't let you go back just yet.

"How about we go upstairs?"

Aside from Fukunaga, nobody had a mind to notice if you left now. It wasn't a 'Yeah, let's fuck,' but it was close, so you sat in hesitation for a good, still minute.

-

The pace naturally quickened the closer to the door you got, like you were being chased by something. It was mostly the threat of time, but the predatory vibe you both got from each other was substantial, like if you let your guard down for a second, the other would eat you alive.

There was a rushed cadence to the way you entered the room and how he slid the door closed- only slowing to completely lock it as quiet as possible.

Everything was still for a moment. The end game was in sight, and neither of you could predict who would be the first to let up. Would it end here, or as you were coming down?

"What's your deal?"

"What deal?" You snapped, arms crossed, glancing about the large room filled with pallets.

This was so risky. Nothing about the danger of getting caught up here appealed to you. You weren't sure if he understood how comprised you'd be if anyone heard about this- you'd have to quit your manager job, at least.

It made you rigid, inflexible conversationally and physically. He fought the need to cross his arms, too.

"Why did you really come over?" He threw his chin up at you. When he tried to close the distance, he noticed how you took a step back.

The irony was eating him alive; you were so delicate to work with, but merciless in your methods- and you just kept coming back around, sparing no time for him to find just the right angle to work through your impossible armor.

His dismal attitude marked the next words out of his mouth, "You just- get a kick out of torturing me, or something?"

A hum- no, a laugh. He looked at you to figure out what it really was, and found your expression a little softer.

You looked around the room, head rocking side to side, "Mmm...Yeah."

Kuroo rolled his eyes at how much it took for you to be honest with him. He muttered to himself on the way to his bedding. You could leave if you wanted, but he needed to sit down. Dealing with you made him tired.

It was passive enough to get you curious again. You came around eventually, taking the time to mosey through the little aisle of space between where everyone slept. He only looked up from his hands when he felt you sit and lean against his side.

The flinch back was too strong to be ignored. He winced at the way your brows screwed up, forming a negative, probably wrong idea of him already. He could hear you being let down.

"You're all talk," Your voice was kind, dismissive, but your gaze pierced right through him.

He had to act like it didn't hurt, as if you didn't just twist a knife in his stomach.

It wasn't his fault you had conditioned him to be wary of you, if he wanted to stay in your favor- if he wanted a fair chance at pleasing you.

It frustrated him that you put him in a box so quickly, inspiring rough and ready action.

But you didn't back down from the quick, hungry kiss he stole from your parted lips. It was a challenge, after all. You met it, leaned freely into it- fingers filling with his messy, still-wet hair, while he palmed at your waist to pull you into his lap.

"You're not a-," Kuroo cut you off on purpose with another kiss, so you pushed him against the floor, eyes narrowed at his smirk, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

Fingers hooked under the waistband of your pants, searching absentmindedly for your panties, he laughed- genuinely amused.

"Fuck no," Was a sigh, distracted by the subtle but undeniable rock of your hips on top of him.

The sensation was so much better than his hand. He pushed against you, eyes scouring every inch of the perfect sight before him.

"Then why are you acting like one?" You pulled your shirt off, tossing it a reachable distance away.

That look in your eyes was back as you struggled to undo the clasp on your bra for a second; what he could now read as 'You better be worth it.'

Kuroo sat up with a quickness, forcing you to rock back and lean against his thighs, his brow sifting through the implication of your words, but his eyes ready to deliver.

"What, I can't be a little nervous?"

Big, agile hands slid behind you with another crushing kiss.

Your bra was off in half a second, replaced with his warm palms. He groaned against your lips at the feeling- you melted a little into his hasty touch, his wordless declaration of desire.

You arched into his touch, into his kisses descending in a messy, wet flurry down your collarbone and over your perky buds. The addicting sensation of his tongue made your thighs squeeze, your hips to rolling over his with a gasp as you unbuttoned yourself.

Those big hands swallowed up your sides easily, so pleasant compared to the cold air that made your skin prickle.

Soon, you were pushing him again, harder because he wasn't as easy to remove this time.

His eyes searched you, watching you get up and only concerned for a moment before you took the rest of your clothes off, standing over him. He realized he couldn't catch his breath, perfectly still in awe at your confident smile, that self-imposed nudity you used just to get a rise out of him.

"Shit," He groaned. His back of his head hit his pillow and he openly palmed himself to the sight of you.

Those cat-like eyes were blown out, so dark against the whites of his eyes, a little hitch on his breath already before you could even think about sitting back down. You nudged his shin with your foot to bring him back to the land of the living, telling him to take it all off.

The guy was a nice size- worthy of some of his cocky attitude, at least. You sat on him to slide back and forth over him.

"This what you wanted, pretty boy?" Your eyes were smiling, but your little frown was what completed the look for him.

The clipped whine, loud, though it never got past his lips, told you yes.

You put your hands on his chest so he had to watch you slide over his cock, coating him, showing him how wet you had gotten from that killer body he flaunted around so freely. He was kind of a whore, and you wanted him to know it.

It felt heavenly but he would never have guessed it, based on that pissed off pout you still had. His nails dug into the fleshy part of your thighs, a big sigh to collect himself before he let go, hands clasped behind his head. It looked casual, enjoying the view.

"You wanna know what I want?" He teased.

You cocked a brow at him, still using his slippery member to get off with little circles of your hips. He rode a fine line.

"I wantcha to sit on my face."

Kuroo blew a kiss at you. It wasn't the kiss, rather the good idea that made you slow to a stop and hum.

"Oh yeah?" Your low-lidded eyes burned into his soul as you dipped to eye level.

Your breasts squished against him, a thumb brushing his glossy lips- you took his cock with one hand and lined him up against your pussy, sensitive head rubbing back and forth.

The little bit of pressure against you, as he bucked instinctively with a throaty groan, helped your point.

He was under a spell, breath shallow, his fingers coming undone with the built-in need to steady your hips and fuck you already.

You spoke to that struggle in his eyes, "You sure that's what you want?"

Kuroo unlaced his hands and, when you thought you had him, sitting further back on his cock, he pulled you up and off of him.

"Was saving just enough room for dessert, baby," He muttered, dark and restrained, but still managing a little bit of humor to shine through.

He sure did. That slick tongue of his did more than just aggravate the shit out of you- he could guess what you wanted by how you were riding his cock. Nothing too aggressive, just dizzyingly consistent and enthusiastic.

Because it was the notion of worship that got you off. How good did it feel? How much did you want to fuck him? That depended. How bad did he want it?

"F-uck," You moaned under your hand, legs shaking under the locked pull of his arms, "Fuck-mmnh!"

Kuroo's excited, well-placed moans vibrated against you, faltering your balance at the worst of times.

You kept a rough hold in that mess of black hair and rode his flat tongue with no shortage of eye contact.

It was like you hated each other, how vicious those looks got.

You couldn't stand it. You'd be damned before you came on his tongue. He was going to give you your orgasm with his cock.

When you tried to get off, he readjusted his grip, stronger-- you had to start prying his fingers, one by one, off of your thighs. He loved how whiny and cute you got in the struggle, but noticed you never once begged him to stop.

You jumped, failing one last time to get his arm off, at his silly groan buzzing against your clit, "Ah-!"

It took pressing your palms against his face to get him to let go.

His gaze was brutal, taking in the way your legs shook, as he pushed the rest of you off of his chin and onto his aching cock.

There was no point in changing positions. It was obvious you wanted to be on top. He wanted the view.

"O-ohh," You threw your head back, eyes screwed shut, at that perfect, pretty cock stuffed in you.

Your tight pussy took the breath out of him. His hands filled with your hips, bringing you slow, up and down over what you had been too proud to admit that you needed.

His low-lidded eyes took in every curve of your perfect body, every little bounce he fucked into you, especially the shocked expression taking your face. It wasn't dissimilar to what you had looked like watching him earlier that day.

"That feel good, pretty girl?" He raked his nails gently across your thighs.

He seethed at the intense feeling of you starting to fuck him right back. It was a move he hadn't experienced yet with any other partners.

And you got to watch him completely unravel before your glossy eyes.

"F-uck-!" He gasped, "H-oh, shit," was spilling out of his mouth, between the light sounds of him bottoming out into your soaking wet cunt.

His brows were screwed up, real vulnerable- it sent a chill through you and ended swirling up fast, turning into tension in your tummy that he threatened to fill.

You prayed nobody was in the hallway, or they'd be able to hear some downright incriminating sounds.

Your palm pressed over his loud mouth, barely swallowing your own whimpering to tell him, "Shh..."

The way you threw your weight back into his thrusts demanded a very whiny cry into your hand. You knew it; you knew he was a whiny fuck. You clocked him so well from the very beginning.

Maybe he would've been more of a dominant presence if he was used to dealing with girls like you- or maybe he liked giving up some responsibility, once in a while.

His big, strong hands groped at your tits as they bounced, brushing his skin just enough to get some sharp, rolling pleasure.

He slowed, his hips rolling deep into you- he moved out of your hand and took a breath through his mouth to gasp.

"You better not cum before me," You warned, a little stilted because of how close you were, but deadly serious.

Your resting face was just so bitchy. You looked like you hated him, but loved his cock by the way you fucked him.

Kuroo kept his edge at bay with his eyes unfocused, trying not to watch you. Just for you, just so he could feel you cum first.

He was so grateful -barely holding on, just a dumb toy for you to fuck at this point-, to hear a high-pitched break in your gasps, "Mm-!"

"A-h-mmn-!" You kept your sounds muffled so well with one hand, forcing him to keep his at bay with the other.

The tension in your face was incredibly cute. Probably the only look of its kind, when it came to what you were willing to show him.

It was all he could do to fuck you to the height of it, rough but so dangerously close after that he had to pull out halfway through yours.

And boy, were you glad to be keeping him quiet. That guy could wake up the whole camp if he wanted to.

He came all over his own tummy, sweaty and out of breath, not even pushing back against your hand. He looked exhausted. You were tired, too, but didn't wear it as clearly. You spared a minute to catch your breath.

A slow, little peck to his forehead.

"All talk."

You slid your hand off of him and composed yourself enough to stand, gathering up your clothes. You grinned at the deep frown you were able to conjure while he was still swimming in post-orgasm bliss.

Kuroo groaned, sleepy and filling back up with something unpleasant, running his fingers through hair. He sat up, still glossy with cum.

You were nearly dressed when he was carefully pulling his pants back on.

He was so broody at your words, grumpy when you got a tiny glance at his face- there was a shared, quiet understanding that he still needed to walk you back, so you quietly waited for him to wipe off in the bathroom and pull a jacket on.

The journey to get out the door was comical and exaggerated in nature. Lots of looking around corners, waiting for people to get distracted, for you to slip outside. Thankfully his team weren't concerned with your whereabouts.

Kuroo still had not said a thing to you until you were back at Karasuno's lodging. You had already made your peace with this as the end of it, entirely, and understood he wouldn't want to look at you again after tonight.

When you about to turn, to go inside, he spoke up.

"Did you get what you wanted?"

It was mean and assuming. You deserved it a little.

"Did you?"

He deserved it too. It felt like you both lost, in a way.

You leaned into a last-second kiss, hands coming out of your pockets to run your fingers through his hair again. It fell naturally into a very long, lustful thing between you. His hands pulled you against him, hot and heavy, hardly ready to let go when you heard some stirring from inside.

"Fuck, no," He admitted, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

The door was unlocking.

"It's a long training camp."

You said it vague enough so Daichi would have no idea what you meant as you walked by him.

He threw a hard look to Kuroo before closing the door, who returned it tenfold.

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Sometimes, the members of Nekoma doubted that you and Yaku were actually dating. Willingly at least.

Kuroo, especially, would squint whenever you two interacted at school, as it mostly consisted of scoffing and annoying each other. It wasn’t anything like the romantic bickering he imagined in his future relationship.

“Why don’t you just do better?” Yaku asked when you were moping over a bad test result. Kuroo grimaced, having heard those exact words from him in volleyball training, but now he watched you slowly raise your gaze to Yaku’s.

“You’re so smart, honey.” You smacked your lips with a sarcastic chuckle, patting your head. “Can’t believe I didn’t think of that!”

And when you abruptly shoved your chair back to get up and rub your knuckle into your boyfriend’s head until he could swear a bald spot started forming, Kai would just pat Kuroo on the shoulder. “Yaku needs a partner like that, don’t you think?”

The second-years cared less, but found it entertaining when the so-called demon senpai was challenged.

They’re in the gym at training camp, doing receiving drills until Yaku might tire out and let them go.

Yamamoto’s eyes followed Lev, who had Yaku trailing angrily behind him but struggling to keep up with his stride.

“Get back here!” Yaku squeaked. “You’re not done with training!”

Lev stuttered out some excuse that Yamamoto couldn’t hear after he got distracted by you stepping inside the gym.

Kenma came up beside him and huffed a small laugh. “It’s like the final boss has a final boss.” Yamamoto only shook his head with a smile, not exactly disagreeing.

Yaku turned 180 degrees and hit you with an unimpressed look. “I thought you had kitchen duty with Fukurodani's managers.”

“And I thought you were going to ask the second-years to come help me,” you retorted, crossing your arms and tapping your foot on the floor impatiently.

Yaku blinked at you in silence. Hearing that, Yamamoto and Kenma started slowly backing away so they might evade such a fate. The older team member diverted his gaze with a hint of guilt and shrugged. “So, I might have forgotten that. Do you need them now?”

Yamamoto made a last-ditch attempt, grabbing Kenma’s sleeve and pulling him along until they reached the entrance, escaping into the night to the sound of you two fighting.

In the preliminaries, the third-years’ last opportunity to go to nationals, you spent the whole game with your hands clutched together, cheering the boys on for them to beat the team that couldn’t seem to play fair.

If only Coach Nekomata let you and Yaku at ‘em, they wouldn’t be barking so loud after.

Nonetheless, you believed in Nekoma wholeheartedly.

Until you watched Yaku jump the barrier for a flyaway ball and not get back up. You gasped, running around the court to get to him as fast as possible, apologising to any people you had to shove aside. When you got there, Yaku was groaning and clutching his ankle with one hand, while the other pressed against the floor to try and push him up.

The team watched as you held Yaku close to you, one hand resting on his chest and the other arm across his back while he leaned on you to get the weight off his foot. It was the most affectionate they’d seen you two be with each other, and it was topped by Yaku pressing a kiss to your temple, before shaking his head stubbornly at whatever you’d said.

Kuroo ran over to check on you two and recognised the familiar tone in your voice. “Are you stupid? If you go back in now, you’ll hurt yourself even more, and then you can’t even play when Nekoma finally goes to nationals!” you scolded him.

Yaku eventually gave in, letting you help him to the bench, and Shibayama took his place on the court.

Kuroo looked at Kai and nodded, the two sharing a motivational high five as they got ready to start back up.

“Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of partner he needs,” he mused, ending that speculation.

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[yenqa]

OH! MY MISTAKE | where you can’t for the life of you, remember to call kozume by his first name.

♫ — currently playing... april

warnings – an ankle injury (briefly went over), lmk if theres more!

pairing – kenma x gn!reader

wordcount – 1094

a/n – hi guys !! hope u enjoyy lmk if u do! also this is mot proofread so sorry if its wordy or theres any typos!

kenma isn’t the kind to make many mistakes.

there are times where he’s bound to make mistakes, like when he’s out of breath and messes up his sets a little, or when he’s been playing a game for too long and too many people are talking and the pixels are moving too fast for his brain.

those are the times where he can make the excuse if that he’s too tired. but even then, he still realizes his mistake.

when you first meet him he can tell you’re the shy type. he’s not stupid after all.

he can see you fidget with anything you can latch you hands on as you're introducing yourself to the team individually.

coach nekomata has that same happy smile that he always displays. he can see you constantly look back at him for reassurance.

when you finally approach him he skips to the most important part. he doesn’t care for the formalities, and he is sure you don't care about the wellbeing of every single person on the team.

“you can just call me by my first name, kenma.”

you were taken aback by his abruptness, you hadn’t even had the opportunity to bow before he introduced himself. his face remained a monotone look, it didn’t seem like he cared for you at all.

“oh—okay! what’s your last name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

he is simply oblivious to you, so he says, “it’s kozume, but i don’t like when people call me it. so kenma is fine with me.”

“it’s nice to meet you, kenma-san. it’s an honor to be the manager this year!” you salute to him, he can sense that every bone of your body is tense, and you’re too nervous for your own good.

“it’s nice meeting you,” he pauses, then adds,”don’t take this position too seriously, you’re new, it’s okay to make mistakes and not know things.”

he figures you’re the type to need reassurance on matters like that, he almost adds that you can come to him for help, but it might’ve come off in a different way. which was the opposite of what he wanted.

a warm smile blesses your face as you nod vigorously, barely getting out a “thank you!” before he walks away.

a small smile adorns his face when he turns around while he’s so blissfully unaware of his fatal mistake.

it’s at the next practice when he first notices it.

he’s out of the locker room first as usual. sliding down the wall, he sits down a foot away from you. you’re focused on something that he isn’t sure what.

you shift in your position, quickly casting a look at him before whipping your head back.

he sees you scribbling hard on the paper, then erasing it even harder. it’s when you let out a sigh when he decides to step in.

“are you okay, y/n? do you need help with anything?”

he usually wouldn’t help anyone else, but you’re next to him already, he tells himself.

“oh! hi kozume-san! no i’m okay—just finishing this sudoku puzzle my friend gave me!”

“i told you to call me kenma, i don’t like formalities like that.”

you can feel your cheeks heating up, as you awkwared cover them with your hand you exclaim, “i’m so sorry kozu-kenma! i’ll call you that from now on!”

“it’s okay y/n. just don’t forget next time, okay?”

you agree immediately, and it works for the next couple of hours. until he makes another mistake.

he’s on the floor before he knows it, he can hear the ball slam on the floor, but he can’t ignore the throbbing pain shooting through his body.

his ankle seems to look fine, but he knows he landed wrong after jumping for the ball. he takes his ankle and massages it, it doesn’t do much but he continues to do it anyways.

he can hear a group of footsteps run to him, but his vision seems to be tunneled.

throughout the many voices he can hear yours, loud and clear. “kozume! are you okay?”

he looks up at you, “kenma.”

the team all looks at him in confusion, a few mutters of people calling him delirious.

but you, you immediately get it, your cheeks turn a slight pink shade as you offer him a helping hand.

“sorry kenma! i’ll take you to the nurse now.” he gladly takes your hand. wanting to feel the softness of it forever, but you let go once he’s up.

everyone watches as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and limps to the door, once you’re at it you look back and yell. “me and kozume-san will be back soon! so keep practicing everyone!”

it’s been four months, but still you can’t seem to get over your habit.

many things have changed over the past few months, one being that you and kenma have been dating for two of those months.

though that habit seemed to stick with you even as time went on.

“kozume!” you exclaim, wrapping your arms around him.

a small chuckle escapes his lips, he wraps his arms around you. “you’re still forgetting to call me kenma, y/n.”

“old habits die hard,” you giggle, “oh! also—you’re late for practice! tetsurou was spamming your phone with calls, did you forget?”

over time, you’ve grown much more comfortable with him, as he had with you. even though at the time his ankle seemed to be the worse thing that ever happened to him, it also happened to be the catalyst of your relationship.

he’s grateful for landing wrong fore without that small flap of a butterflies wing, he wouldn’t have memorized the shape of your lips, or the sound of your laugh, or the small moles adorning your face.

“wait—tetsurou?”

you let out a breathy laugh, “yeah he told me to call him by his first name! you don’t mind, do you?”

“you remembered to say his first name but not mine?”

“kodzu-ken i mean. i think kozume is cute! it rolls off the tongue better. i’m sorry!” you raise your hands in defeat, but he’s already walking ahead of you to practice.

you chase after him, “kodzu—kenma wait!”

planting a kiss on his cheek, you take his hand, skipping happily to practice dragging him behind.

“kozume skip with me!”

“i’m not doing that.”

kenma hates the formality of when someone calls him kozume instead of kenma, but with the way his name sounds when you say it, he can’t find it in himself to mind.

yenqa © do not copy, steal or translate.

[contentloadingandstuff]

Kissing Headcanons - Inazuma Women x Male!Reader

A/N: Here's the second fic this week, as promised. Enjoy!

CW: Slightly smutty in parts?

Yoimiya is a physical girl, so she enjoys having your hands on her whenever the mood strikes - or the reverse, as there’s so many hot places to take hold of on your body! Luckily, you don’t hang around the workshop as much as her, so she can kiss and taste your skin without worrying about a spicy aftertaste (so be careful when you kiss her, she tastes like coal and metal). It’s all the more unfair, then, that you’re taller than her… How is she supposed to kiss her boy on the lips with that height difference, huh?! No matter - she can just spring up into your arms and begin her loving assault on your lips from an equal footing. And even if she causes you both to come crashing down, Yoimiya will laugh it off and kiss you better. 

As an avid reader of romance novels (that may or may not have been pushed her way by a certain fox), Ei holds a lot of respect for the magic of kissing. No matter how trivial one may be, you can be sure that the Archon will stop at least for a moment to enjoy the feeling of your lips on hers with her undivided attention on you. Her stamina in combat might be nearly endless, but she is quickly reduced to a gasping, flustered mess in your embrace. Your passion, contained in every kiss, fills a deep, dark void in her heart. You make her feel loved, cherished, desired. That’s why she’ll always return to reality when she feels your lips on the puppet’s - meditation can wait, for you never know if this kiss might be the last. 

For darling Ayaka, the kiss is the primary way of displaying her love for you. It’s a gesture that doesn’t require specific circumstance - whether passing each other in the corridor, doing some paperwork or relaxing in bed, smooching or being smooched warms her heart. It’s good for a lady to show her love for her chosen one, so Ayaka won’t hesitate to plant a modest kiss on your cheek (or tug at your hand to lean down, she’s not that tall). Forehead kisses are her favorite - they feel so special in their protectiveness, always making her feel safe in your large, powerful arms. She’s strong and independent, but who wouldn’t want to be cared for like this?

A Nekomata’s love language is always physical touch, and Kirara’s love for kissing is undeniable proof of that. Unlike humans, she kisses with her whole face, not just her lips. She will rub her nose and cheeks against your face, sneaking kisses here and there and purring as loud as a Waverider’s engine. Her hands will make biscuits on whatever part of you she gets a hold on, right until she’s too dazed with affection to continue and just plops down on you. That’s why each night ends with a healthy dose of cuddling and kissing, as nothing puts Kirara to sleep better than basking in your warm affection. 

The expert at toying with you, reporting for duty. A woman like Miko is never kissed - she kisses you. No matter how eager you are, when Miko’s hands and lips get to work, you’ll soon be soft clay in her hands under her skillful touch. Be careful - Miko’s a biter, so get ready to feel your lips between her fangs as her tongue laps at yours, pushing harder at every sign of resistance while her slim hands lightly scratch at your body, soon making you unable to focus. Don’t worry - just be a good boy and let her have some fun, and who knows? Maybe you’ll get more than just a kiss…

Sangonomiya Kokomi’s days are long and full of duties that need her attention, so each moment she gets to enjoy with you is quite precious to her. After all, what better way to restore some much needed energy than to be kissed into a nap by her beloved? While Kokomi isn’t really one to dig into your face, being kissed with gentle passion shoots her straight to the heavens. Take her into your arms and pepper her face and lips with light touches of your lips and she’ll drift off to have the best dreams. One hundred energy gain guaranteed! 

While not open to doing so outside - or at least while on duty - Sara enjoys being kissed. She's not great at showing affection, that part of her is still in training, but will regardless follow what her heart says. Expect to be asked to kiss or be kissed at any time of the day, and do pick up the hints she wants to be a little more passionate. Inexperienced at this, Sara will let you take the lead, sitting or laying back as you devour her lips, moaning and tracing her hands around your body. Feel and kiss her body at your leisure, but try not to leave any marks - that'll kill her focus for hours to come. 

Public displays of affection are hardly her thing - especially kissing, with the mask and all - but don’t worry, you won’t go hungry with her around. If either of you feels like it, Shinobu will pull you into a quieter corner and lower her mask for you. If you feel like more, help yourself to her neck and every accessible inch of her beautiful, silky-smooth skin. Lap at it, smooch it, bite and mark it - she’s yours, but do be careful. Somebody might see you! Unless, of course, there’s a dark alley you can feast on her in. Be wild, be shameless, be selfish - that’s what Shinobu likes in a guy. 

Thanks for reading!

[yinyuedijun]

kitsune!suo x fem reader | feudal japan au

→ notes for an au set in feudal japan, featuring supernatural creatures and spirits (e.g., youkai). suo is a kitsune, sakura is a nekomata, and nirei is an onmyouji. → see this post for backstory on the bofurin trio (recommended background reading)

note: most information on kitsune-mochi were sourced from folkorist lafcadio hearn's accounts of traveling in japan (c.1901). I did, of course, also take creative license with some of the lore.

reader | kitsune-mochi (fox-employing witch)

→ as a kitsune-mochi, you are a human who has entered a contract with a fox spirit to care for it in exchange for having it lend you its power and carry out your requests. → in your case, your familiar is suo, a nine-tailed kitsune that lost his hoshi no tama. → most witches employ kitsune for the purpose of carrying out malicious acts, like having the fox spirit possess their enemies, steal the wealth of other people, etc. you, however, rely on suo and his power in order to perform exorcisms and exterminate demons—something that you cannot do on your own because you have no innate spiritual talents yourself.

→ although a convenient source of power, these deals are typically risky for the contract holder. you are expected to care for suo for the rest of your life, and any descendants you might have would be cursed to serve him as well. kitsune-mochi are heavily ostracized by human society as well, so if this relationship of yours were to be discovered, then your entire bloodline would suffer. → additionally, these contracts typically favour the kitsune, as they are the ones who define what it means to be "cared for", and may request dangerous or unreasonable tasks. → fortunately for you, suo is not a very demanding familiar! the most basic act of caring for a fox spirit is feeding it, and he's more or less happy with anything you make, though he especially likes tea, wagashi, or dishes with aburaage. this is more or less all he asks of you! → suo's disposition is generally so patient and gentle that you nearly disbelieved that he was a youkai. you were convinced for a while that he was actually a messenger of god who was lying to you about his identity for some reason. (at the very least, you'd noticed that he had a habit of lying to people generally, though this was an unsurprising trait for a fox and it was usually harmless fun.) → this perception of him was shattered when you saw him fight a youkai that seriously injured you. he spent an uncomfortable amount of time toying with it in a distinctly humiliating fashion before finally putting it out of its misery. it was only in that moment that you realised that you'd signed yourself and all of your descendants up for serving a literal demon 👍

→ warning: immortal/human relationship, immortal deity meets reader as a child but doesn't get to know or grow close to them until they're an adult

your backstory with suo

→ at a very young age, you were adopted and raised by a priestess of an inari shrine belonging to a small mountain village. consequently, you developed a deep respect for the kami and affection for foxes. → as a child, you once found a one-eyed, wild fox in a near-death state. this was suo after he lost his hoshi no tama in a battle with a demon—but to you, he just looked like a regular animal. most people would have let this creature die peacefully, but you were adamant on nursing it back to health. while caring for him, you named him mr. adzuki because of the colour of his fur, which suo finds incredibly funny to this day. → suo disappeared after recovering, never making his true identity known. however, out of gratitude toward you and the priestesses for allowing him refuge, he decided to act as the guardian spirit of the village, protecting it until the end of your life. → conveniently, this meant that suo got to eat all the offerings given to inari's messengers at your shrine, as well as allowing him to gain power from the prayers directed toward him. (inari himself seemed not to mind, as no actual fox messengers showed up to throw hands with suo.)

image: gashadokuro, a youkai made from the skulls of humans who died in battle.

→ although your village was peaceful throughout your childhood due to suo's protection, in your adult years, a violent conflict between humans and demons broke out in your mountain range. this resulted in the destruction of nearly all its towns and the brutal deaths of your fellow villagers. suo, not at full power, was unable to stop this, but made it his goal to save you from the carnage. → after allowing you time to grieve your loved ones, suo—still considering himself indebted to you—asked what you would like to do next. he offered you wealth, status, and other material things, but none of these appealed to you. → recognising that the mountains you grew up in would be plagued by malevolent spirits and demons for centuries after all the bloodshed that just occurred, you asked suo to teach you jujutsu. your goal was to exorcise all the vengeful spirits, exterminate the demons, and purify the mountain range so that its villages could peacefully rebuild. → given your lack of innate spiritual abilities, suo suggested that you make a pact with him and become a kitsune-mochi to acquire powers. not wanting to deceive you, however, he fully explained how dangerous it might be to enter such a relationship, and warned you not to trust fox youkai like himself.

→ nevertheless, you accepted his offer and became a witch.

image: sakura irl

meeting sakura & nirei

→ you and suo thus embark on this crazy mission to purify the entire mountain range. while you are more than capable of exorcisms and exterminations, your spiritual abilities (one of a youkai) do not allow you to purify the land. → but that's okay, because nirei and sakura have been traversing these same mountains to exorcise and hunt demons! being an onmyouji, nirei can perform all kinds of purification rituals. when you inevitably run into the two of them, and suo suggests that you all work together. → nirei is more than happy to help you purify the mountain range (because he is a good-hearted person, and also because he usually gets assignments there anyway). he improves his jujutsu under suo's tutelage, and he gets insights on kitsune that he'd otherwise never learn (it's rare for an onmyouji to meet a kitsune-mochi unless it's to prosecute them for some kind of crime, and it's just plain hard to meet and talk with a nine-tailed fox spirit). → sakura is a harder sell. he doesn't trust suo at all at the start, and he trusts him even less when he finds out that he's a kitsune and has been lying egregiously to him. (sakura and nirei spent an entire month thinking that suo was a traveling tea merchant from china and being fed severe misinformation about the entire country.) → however, sakura is very curious about you, because you're the first human he's ever met who has a mutual and trusting relationship with a demon, which he didn't think was possible beyond weirdos like nirei. → you also aren't afraid of him at all even after seeing his nekomata form, which gives him complicated feelings. he reasons that this is because you've fought too many demons to be afraid of any of them, but the actual truth is just that you find suo incredibly scary, and sakura feels harmless and adorable in comparison </3 → sakura deeply enjoys the act of helping the mountain towns and being accepted by their communities, though he's very shy about admitting it! eventually, he does "resign" to joining you in a long-term arrangement, and the four of you take on the endless mission of exorcising and cleansing the mountain range together. it's a very "monster of the week" type of set-up hehe

→ although the work of purifying the mountain range will likely take the rest of your life (and probably will require generations after you), suo often asks you what you would like to do after the work is complete—so that he can think of ways to grant your request. → you decide not to tell him this, but your wish would be to return to your old village grounds and rebuild the shrine that you grew up in. rather than just inari, you would also dedicate it to the worship of the one-eyed fox spirit that once protected your village.

[wwaheoh]

"Running Into Them at the Mall", Cunning Hares x gn!Reader, SFW, Fluff

a/n: can you tell i'm even worse at writing happy things?

At the mall, you were perusing through some movie tapes, action, comedy, horror… nothing that you felt was good enough for the Cunning Hares Weekly Movie Night. Usually you’d go to the video store on Sixth Street, Random Play, to find movies, but since you’d heard about them having to make a new account and helping Wise save Belle from the Hollow, you didn’t want to also put pressure on them to get more movies when their main income was basically gone for the time being.

Sifting through the remainder of the ‘New Release’ row, a familiar voice rang out from behind you.

Nicole ///

“Hey! Looking for a movie?” You could hear the smile in her voice. Looking back, Nicole got close, in her usual getup, hair a soft pink, basically pressing against you as she looked at the movie you had been reading the description of. “Ooh~ cheating on Random Play huh?” She spoke with a playful, teasing tone, slyly wrapping her hand around yours to get a better look at the movie you were checking out “No! Just heard about everything and don’t want to impose. I think we've watched everything there ten fold.”

“Mm, and you didn’t want to come with me to the mall?” “You got your nails done, they’d take longer to be finished than it would to check out all the movies in this whole store!” She looks at you with a deadpan expression, “Hey, perfection comes with time (and money).”

After picking out a movie, you rented the tape out for the week, before heading to the food court to grab some food before home. You realize that she had basically gotten you to buy her free lunch for the day before heading back to the base…

Billy ///

“Yo!” An artificial voice of Billy spoke behind you, nearly spooking your soul out of you. For such a loud metal-bodied guy, he was surprisingly quiet. “Whatcha looking for?” He peaked over your shoulder, “Ahh, mm, never thought you’d like this sorta movie? It ain’t Starlight Knights: The Movie but whatever, c’mon! There’s an arcade here, heard they got God•Finger, gotta get my name onto the top of the leaderboard!”

Giggling at his antics you agreed, but you reminded him that you had to pay before leaving. The movie you got wasn’t particularly your kind of movie, more dramatic and less action-y explosion-y type.

He got Number One on the Leaderboard, with you landing at Number Three.

Anby ///

Turns out, Anby was also shopping at the mall, having accidentally taken the shopping list you made- that you’d forgotten at the base.

“Hello.” The usual monotone voice had a happy tone to it, something hard to hear had you not been as close to her as you were. Turning from the movie you’d been reading the description of, you waved with a smile. “Hey Anby! Wanted to try a different spot to find a movie.” She nodded, crouching next to you to read the text on the movie cover you were holding. “This doesn’t seem to be the type of movie you’re usually interested in.”

“Yeah, been just browsing for now… wait. Why are you here? Don’t you pick next week?” “Huh? The shopping list I picked up said I was to find a movie for this week.”

You looked at the bag she held in her hand. You looked at the bag you had resting by your side. You looked at her cute face, soft white hair framing it like a picture.

“That was my shopping list.” You broke the news to her.

“Oh.”

“That was $40.”

“Nicole’s going to blow a lid.”

“Yeah…”

The two of you went through the extensive inventory of movies available in the shop, choosing one the two of you believed Nicole would like. Maybe this would save you two from Nicole’s wrath.

Nekomiya ///

a/n: i didn't forget her this time!

“Ooh? Looking for a movie?” You nearly jumped out of your skin. The sneakiness of a street cat- er, catgirl, was not to be underestimated. “What’re ya thinking?”

“Hey Nekomiya, just browsing. Nothing’s really catching my eye.” “Well, y'know what they say! You can’t think on an empty stomach, meow!” You stared at her with a deadpan expression. “Did you come here all the way just for some free lunch?”

“Aha… no! (Maybe).” You sighed, but understood. Commissions had been low recently, on the account of Nicole- and by extension the whole of the Cunning Hares, working to aid the citizens in the lawsuit against that corrupt construction company. Awful business that.

“Alright, c’mon. I’ll go check out, then let’s get some fish in that belly!” “Hey! Not all of us want fish!” “Then what do you want?” ”Mackerel…” “That’s fish.”

Bringing the video tape to the front, you paid before making your way over to the food court with Nekomiya.

[ihaznoclue]

So in Zenless zone zero we've done the energetic and bubbly boyfriend. Let's do the opposite with the Stoic and cold boyfriend, who's actually clingy kinda like anby is with Nicole. So let's do Nicole demara, Grace Howard and Nekomiya Mana with a boyfriend who's stoic and cold but is actually clingy towards them.

Pairings -> Nicole Demara x Male reader, Grace Howard x Male Reader, Nekomiya Mana x Male Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is their stoic and cold boyfriend but is clingy towards them

Genre -> Fluff

NICOLE DEMARA

Nicole is determined, confident and is always in motion and she doesn't slow down for anyone but you, even though you are cold and quiet towards everyone that Nicole talks to

But you are there just for Nicole

In public, you always put on that neutral face and never seem to talk anyone expect Nicole and some close friends of hers

But in private, the second the door closes behind you both, you're already pulling her into your arms as your hear rests against her shoulder

Snaking your arms around her waist as you are holding her a lifetime

"Someones needy huh?" She teases

"Just.. stay here a little bit longer" You mumble into her shoulder

Even though Nicole never says this out loud but in these moments? She treasures them the most

GRACE HOWARD

Grace is a menace for machines and to get you to react on something that she does, like showing her work, she is always ready to do something

But you're completely the opposite, you technically a type of guy that doesn't like to show off anything or talk about anything in particular

You don't really even talk much

And that's why Graces adores you as she loves to tease and poke at you

You mainly give a her a less expressionable face towards her when she does something outrageous and so you quickly have to take care of it yourself, even though she lives for the chaos

But in the moment when you're both alone together, you act like shes going somewhere else and would leave you even though shes just going to get something from Ben

"Where are you going?" You asked, not letting go of her waist

"Just gonna get something from Ben Sweetie" She smirks

But you just tug her back down and rest your head against her shoulder

NEKOMIYA MANA

Nekomiya is mainly the chaos that likes to cause so many problems even if she wants to

She energetic, mischievous and constantly bouncing between stuff that you can't keep up

You're basically the shadow behind her, silent, distant and the type to scare people away with a single glance

She thinks it's adorable on how no one realise the you're actually a soft cling machine to her, like she has you wrapped around her finger

Out on the street, you stand behind her, hands in your pockets and your eyes scanning everything and everywhere

But in the moment when she flops on your bed, you're already wrapping yourself around her like a blanket causing her to purr at the attention

Then she starts to play with your hair while she knows you're the only one to show something and want attention just form her

-A<3

[vonlycaonwife]

Heyo!! Welcome to my ZZZ blog! Y'all can just call me Aj.

Here I write, draw, and ramble about anything related to the game. But especially about Lycaon (not that anyone should be surprised because of the blog name lmao)

Info on my zzz sona AJ

Writing requests are: Closed!

Drawing requests are: Closed!

Here's some simples rule for this blog

-I work very slowly but I'll try my best to get requests/suggestions done as soon as I can. -I have a right to refuse any request or suggestion for any reason -I'm better at writing for afab readers but if requested I'll try my best to do amab readers, but note if there is no specification I'll automatically assume afab with they/them pronouns -Please specify whether you want hcs or a oneshot/drabble! If there isn't a specification then I'll most likely do hcs since those are easier and faster to write! -Referring to the last rule, I must clarify that oneshots will take me significantly longer to write than hcs. So I apologize if you don't see yours done as fast as other's. -If you don't have a request/suggestion, you're allowed to just simp or talk about the characters in my inbox! I want to curate a friendly x reader/yume space for others who love the characters like me! -Not all posts will be writing fyi, sometimes I'll randomly simp over characters or post a drawing of my yumes. I'll have separate tags for those so people who aren't interested in seeing that can block them!

What I'm okay writing for

Sfw stuff, like fluff or angst Nsfw Dark themes, like dub/non-con or yandere (will be given proper warnings for those who are uncomfortable with these)

Characters I'm fine with writing for (for now, more will be added once I get a feel for them)

Wise Belle Nicole Anby Billy Nekomata Koleda Ben Anton Grace Lycaon Corin Alexandrina Ellen

I'm very unsure on the personalities of the other known characters, I'm way better at grasping a character when I see them in action story wise

Tags I'll be using

AJ rambles: me just rambling/simping over characters or the game in general

AJ chats: chatting with anons and non request asks

Pillow talk: anything nsfw (ramblings, writings, or posts about my ocs/yumes)

AJ yumes: specific posts about my yumes with various characters from the game

AJ ocs: specific posts about my ocs for the game

Also! If you want to friend me on the game, I'm in the American server with my UID being 1000510299!

[robin-evry]

Would you be able to do headcanons on a nekomata!Yuu? Imagine them and Grim…

Sure, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐀 😽👻

Nekomata (original form: 猫また, later forms: 猫又, 猫股, 猫胯) are a kind of cat yōkai described in Japanese folklore, classical kaidan, essays, etc. There are two very different types: those that live in the mountains and domestic cats that have grown old and transformed into yōkai.

( English is not my first language )

Day 8 : nekomata!yuu

Unlike their counterpart or sibling who is a kaibyo who is straight forward and blunt, nekomata!yuu is a playful and mischievous person. Unlike kaibyo!yuu who is blunt, they played with people for fun.

They enjoy sleeping and often draw into the warmth of sunlight. You can find them taking naps somewhere warm in the day light.

Nekomata!Yuu is always looking for the perfect napping spot around NRC. They’ve been caught sleeping in the most unusual places: inside Heartslabyul's rose bushes, on top of a bookshelf in the library, and even on Grim's bed. Their cat-like laziness makes everyone think they’re just being laid-back, but in truth, they’re always recharging their magical powers.

They also have a habit of sneaking out at night, they have the ability to sneak around at night unnoticed. Often, they’ll explore the campus under the cover of darkness, checking in on their friends or causing some minor mischief. There are rumors among the students of a mysterious cat-like figure roaming the halls at night, but only the dorm leaders suspect it’s them.

They are masters at traditional arts. Like performing, playing music, dancing. Their skills are able to capture people's attention. They are similar towards a geisha

Nekomata!Yuu has a complicated relationship with Grim. On the one hand, they enjoy teasing him, making him think he’s the lesser feline. On the other hand, they have a protective instinct toward him, seeing Grim as a younger sibling in need of guidance.

Despite Nekomata Yuu’s sometimes carefree attitude, they have a strong protective instinct when it comes to Grim. Like a mother cat, they feel a deep sense of responsibility for Grim, even though he’s always getting into trouble. They will often act as Grim’s unofficial guardian, whether he wants it or not. If someone picks on him, they will be the first to step in with a sharp warning or a fiery display of power. They are also grim mentor, teaching him about magic and how to utilize their ability.

While they are protective of Grim and their friends, they deeply value their own solitude. They often disappear for hours, retreating to quiet, hidden spots like the rooftop of the dorm or beneath a tree, where they can relax and center themselves. Nekomata!yuu finds peace in quiet spaces, away from the chaos of NRC.

More proficient in the arts of magic than her sibling, nekomata!yuu can cast spells and protection charms without using any rituals.

Their blue flames are usually harmless only using it to cleanse anything from any impurities as well to dispel any magic, for example their blue flames have the ability to heal wounds as well to remove rust from a sword, removing vil unique magic easily and removing riddle heart collar.

Unlike normal fire, the blue flames burn on a spiritual level, meaning they can target a person’s or creature’s soul directly. This makes them highly effective against spiritual entities, curses, or beings that draw their power from negative energies. The flames don't physically harm unless they intends them to, making them versatile in non-lethal combat.

They are very deeply connected towards the spiritual world, able to sense some otherworldly being. They can also take intentions from people, they immediately notice Azul intentions

As a Nekomata, they possesses superhuman sensory abilities. Their sense of smell, hearing, and sight are far sharper than a regular human’s. They can detect subtle changes in the environment, like the faint scent of someone’s presence or the tiniest sound from afar. This makes them incredibly perceptive, often allowing them to notice things before others do.

Example: they can tell when someone is lying just by their heartbeat, which makes them excellent at sensing the true intentions of others. It also makes them a bit of a prankster, as they know when someone is trying to sneak around.

Nekomata!Yuu’s two tails are prehensile, meaning they’re strong and flexible enough to wrap around objects and hold their entire body weight. They can use them to dangle from tree branches, beams, or even the sides of buildings. This ability is useful for sneaking around or hiding when they don’t want to be noticed.

Nekomata!Yuu loves to dangle upside down from their tail in unexpected places, like from the ceiling of a classroom or a chandelier, and scare their friends with a sudden “boo!” This often leads to chaos, especially with someone like Ace or Deuce getting startled.

When they can’t find a proper place to nap, they will sometimes hang upside down by their tails, swaying lazily from a tree or a high perch. They find this position oddly comfortable and calming, despite how it looks to others.

Nekomata!yuu possessed great strength, senses, agility, and flexibility. They are able to jump roof to roof without any trouble. As well they are very fast to the point before people can react.

They have incredibly sharp reflexes, often dodging attacks or grabbing things in midair without even realizing they’re doing it. This sometimes freaks out the other students, who sees them move in ways that seem inhumanly fast and agile.

They have an air of pride and dignity, much like a cat. If they’re knocked down or embarrassed, they’ll try to recover with their head held high, pretending nothing happened. They don’t like admitting when they need help, but they appreciate it when people come to their rescue without making a big deal of it.

They are far more active at night than during the day. They like to wander the NRC campus under the moonlight, sometimes even visiting the Diasomnia dorm where Malleus is also known to enjoy quiet nights. This nocturnal habit leads them to discover hidden secrets or overhear important conversations.

Malleus is one of their closest friends, they usually stroll together in the night talking about their day, how's school and just enjoying the others presence

Vil has mixed feelings about them. On one hand, he respects their unique abilities and presence, seeing their spiritual power as something to be feared and respected. On the other hand, their carefree and somewhat lazy nature irritates him to no end. Vil is constantly trying to get them to sit properly or stop napping in public places, but they just shrugs it off.

Because of their nekomata nature, some students believe that Nekomata!Yuu brings good luck or bad luck depending on their mood. If they passes by and gives you a smile or flicks their tail, it’s said to bring good fortune for the day. However, if they hisses or gives you the cold shoulder, students fear they’re cursed with misfortune. This superstition, while silly to them, keeps some of the more gullible students on their toes.

They have an uncanny ability to avoid danger or slip out of sticky situations, often just by being in the right place at the right time (or out of sheer cat-like luck). They’ve walked out of battles unscathed or dodged traps in the dorms without even realizing they were there.

If their skills and talent are similar towards a kitsune, so after they were turned into a yōkai, a kitsune found them and took care of them as well teaching them everything they knowas well the art of blue flame.

Their sibling kaibyo!yuu and them originated from the same yōkai clan, they are not biologically related, but when they transform into yōkai , they are adopted into the same clan making them sisters but not biologically.

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Hi!! Love your blog!! I was wondering if I could make a request for Nekoma x reader? basically they give reader a spare key to their house, and the first thing reader does is sneak into their house at, like, midnight to steal their hoodies(and then get caught)🐈🐈🐈

a/n: I’m glad you like the hot garage I spill out list of links 🔗

Lev shit his pants when he saw you come through his window. Broom was scared out of his mind not being able to see straight and thinking you were a killer. When you finally told him it was you he was like “oh ok” he must shrugged it off and went back to sleep

Inuoka is similar to lev but he quickly turned on his lamp seeing you illuminated by the yellowish tint of the light coming from the side table. “The hell?” he exclaimed completely in shove why your at his house at midnight

Kenma one day during practice he sees you in one of his hoodies. He stares at you in shock the ball hitting his face when he’s in the back row (hinata vibes lol) he jogs over to you confused but a little proud

Fukunaga he just stares at you blankly thinking of what to do and if he could make a joke ”yo yo [name]-chan when did you get that?!” He said to you across the gym “that mine?” He teased smugly saying it loud enough so everyone hears in the echoey gym

Yamamoto combusted. That’s it he’s gone blood loss took him😔 lolololol just kidding. He becomes so hot you could probably cook eggs on his cheeks. He faints, after a couple hours he’s in the nurses office with you at the foot of the cot. “W-whwhwat?!” He exclaimed flustered as he gazes at you in his black hoodie.

Kai looks at you surprised for a moment but quickly regains composure. “You could’ve just asked” I smiled warmly with clear affection for you. “I would’ve gladly lended you one”

Kuroo stares at you smugly as he looks at you organizing practice matches the coach. You were wearing a grey hoodie that had the periodic symbols for helium Lithium Cobalt Platinum Erbium. (It spelled helicopter) he runs over to you after you finish talking to coach nekomata. He stands next to you wrapping a arm around you waist hugging you against him with clear proudness.

Yaku he looks over at you sitting on the bench nest to the coach as nekoma plays against a random team for a practice game. “well at least it’s not lev” he mumbles jokingly to himself as he plays on the court putting in more effort (if possible)