#give him some catnip and watch him run

[insanityislife101]

He’s a cat, it’s his tail.

draw his hat so long it becomes a tail

[nixie-writes]

Dating Alastor Would Include

who doesn't want a date with this literal cannibal

-he's withdrawn in public. He doesn't want Vox the public to see him being romantic with anyone, so PDA is off the table. He doesn't mind small gestures in the hotel where there are limited eyes.

-he would only confide in the hotel staff and Rosie about his relationship with you. It's not that he's ashamed of it, he doesn't want you to become a target because you're with him. So your relationship is mostly a secret. He doesn't want you telling your friends you're with him either.

-he's very gentle when touching you, surprisingly. His claws are sharp and capable of so much damage he never wants to inflict on you, and your skin is so soft. He'd gently trace shapes on your skin with a claw tip just to see his fingernail dance across your sensitive complexion.

-he's happy to cook for anyone in the hotel, even Angel. So of course he'd be happy to cook for you as well. He'd be over the moon if you asked for a Creole dish. He whips up a delicious crawfish étouffée. But really, he'll cook whatever you want.

-he's very warm by nature, literally. He feels like he's running a fever but that's his normal body temperature. He makes a great cuddle buddy when no one is looking. He'll be big spoon or little spoon, it doesn't matter to him. He just likes to know you're close.

-shockingly he has separation anxiety. How this developed he'll never tell a single soul, but whenever you're not around he has nervous tics, like biting his clawed fingernails or pacing or scratching the wood of the bar table until it starts to decay, ruining the wood. Husk jokes that you're tied to Alastor's hip because he's so emotionally dependent on you.

-he'll convince you to try demon meat at least once. Don't say, "oh I'm not easy to convince!" this man has his ways. If you like it he's pleased and will buy you only the highest quality meat. If you're not a fan of it he understands, you need a specific taste to like it, and will respect that you don't like it. That said, he'll probably slip a little into your food regardless of your opinion of it. Not enough to taste, just enough to say he gave you some.

-Alastor is very...protective. He isn't the type to get violent unless necessary, he'd rather creep out his query than attack them, but he's not afraid to get aggressive if need be. He can and will fuck someone up, that's assuming he doesn't decide they look tasty and do the exterminator's job for them. He doesn't like when other men get close to you, he takes that as a challenge. That said, all the men in the hotel have learned to keep their distance from you to avoid Alastor's wrath. Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty can get as close as they please, he doesn't see them as a threat to his relationship with you.

-if you happen to have a cat-like appearance he'd love to pet you, stroke you and feed you catnip just to watch you go crazy. Vaggie doesn't like him giving you catnip, you always get the zoomies and break something by mistake and end up crying over it but he gives it to you anyway, just to see you act ridiculous. When you're in the cute purring phase of catnip he'll rub your head and tell you how cute you are and ask if he can have a slice of that cutie pie.

[selineram3421]

*a lot of readers loving this fic* Daaaang.

Hissy Kitty

Part 5

Part 4

Alastor X Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ deer man still trying to stay in denial, blood/gore, Italics= thoughts, partial nudity mention, Bold= time shifts, gif is reader's shadow form. ⚠

Alastor felt like he was at the end of a shotgun barrel.

He froze, his hands shaking slightly and his undead heart thumping rapidly.

Quite a daring thing to say...

Husk stared at him in slight shock and something else. Something that the deer demon couldn't decipher. The two stood still, not moving an inch, just watching who would make the first move. Almost like an old west duel.

Finally, after a long silence, one of them spoke up.

"Leave them alone."

In all honesty, the cat demon had no idea what to do about this...situation, but he knew the Radio Demon. His boss was nothing but a cruel, insane, egotistical man who wanted power and control.

"I don't give a shit about what you do to me, but I know if you hurt me, they'll hate you.", Husk said before turning to leave the radio tower. "Whatever thing you've got? It's best to get rid of it now."

And with that, the feline left.

Now Alastor was alone, just like he wanted but he couldn't get rid of the thought of what the ex Overlord had said.

He couldn't deny it any longer.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair before making his way over to his chair.

I'll avoid them like the plague... He decided.

He stayed away for two weeks.

Leaving a room whenever they stepped foot inside, staying in his room, office, or radio tower when he didn't know where they were in the hotel.

And then something snapped.

The thought was screeching in his mind, clawing at his chest, a never ending cycle of want.

He had to-

No.

Needed to tell them.

Maybe confessing would help stop that feeling.

With the last of his sanity, Alastor stepped out of his radio tower and went to search for them with the help of his shadows.

.

You were confused at first by the absence of the red dressed demon but thought nothing of it since your brother seemed happier.

Charlie had given you the new job of welcoming new guests at the front desk but well...its been very boring.

No one checks in.

Like at all. The demons that do come in ask for directions and then there's Cherri Bomb, Angel's friend who stops by for a second or two. So, you spent most of your days talking to your brother at the bar, leaving a "ring the bell for assistance" sign at the check-in counter.

You held a glass of very diluted iced catnip tea, your brother made sure to make it that way so you don't run around the hotel like last time.

"Ugh.", you hid your face in embarrassment.

I can't believe Husk planned that. That jerk! You sighed. I did enjoy the nap after though..

Then your thoughts continued until it wound up to the last conversation you had with your brother about the red dressed demon.

After telling him what happened, Husk stood up real quick and said he'd be right back. Then he came back with snacks and his poker face.

What your brother doesn't know is that you can actually read his poker face. It's very, very faint, but his ears give him away. Depending on the way that it flicks, you can tell how bad a situation is.

And his ear flicked back twice.

Which means he doesn't like the current cards in his hand.

What did he get? You wonder and sip your drink.

Some more time passes and the next time you see Alastor in the same room as you is when the King comes to visit the hotel.

Keekee is in your arms and hops out once Lucifer stops hugging Charlie.

Things take a turn after some random flapper shows up and then there are shark sinners.

"MY WINDOWS!", Nifty screeches in horror.

It goes to shit really quickly, everything is too loud, everyone is running around and trying to stay out of the shooting range of the flaming boulders, and you were overstimulated with all of the things happening at once.

"GET BEHIND THE COUNTER KIT!", Husk grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you towards the bar.

You make a face once seeing the flapper, the reason loan sharks are attacking the hotel, is hiding behind the counter.

"Oh fuck this.", you sigh and walk away.

No wonder your brother said not to come here.

Its too loud..

The banging on the door didn't stop until the Radio Demon stepped out and the screams took over.

Too loud.

"I will devour each and every one of you!"

You covered your ears in pain, wishing you brought your headset.

"ITS TOO FUCKING LOUD!", you yell out.

.

Alastor reminisces when these feelings solidified.

It was when Lucifer and Mimzy showed up at the hotel. He had his fun messing around with the King, making the short blonde feel jealous.

Then Mimzy barged in, which is not a surprise, and started chatting up with the others.

What annoyed him was when Husk mentioned the deal that he, the Radio Demon, had made. Reminding him that he too needed to stay within range so his collar didn't choke his neck.

Then after taking care of Husk, he made his way downstairs to take care of Mimzy's mess.

And that's when it happened.

As he was ripping apart some of the loan sharks, he heard screaming from inside the hotel. Turning to deal with the ones that managed to slip past him, he finds a shadow creature with multiple eyes dragging the left over sharks into the darkness.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no! AH-!", a shark screamed before the shadow tore open his stomach and ripped out his intestines.

"Kit! You gotta calm down!", Husk yelled out.

"That's your little sibling!?", Angel screeched. "What the fuck happened!?"

"It was too damn loud, that's what happened!"

The two continued to bicker as they tried to move the shadow out of the hotel.

A piece of rubble fell and Mimzy side stepped away from it. "Oops. Sorry about the mess. I'm sure the little bug can handle it."

"Mimzy.", Alastor went back to his normal size and made his way towards the hotel. "I believe it's time for you to leave. Now."

"What-? Come on, you don't mean that~", the flapper laughs. "This dump doesn't mean anything to ya! And you love taking care of me!"

"I can't have you making a mess here.", he replied. "You can stay if you want to be redeemed.", he turned to look back at the short woman. "But we both know that's not your style."

"Fine! I don't need you! Have fun at this ritzy dump and-!"

Alastor ignored the rest and walked into the hotel lobby. Husk was the only one taking care of the shadow beast, while Angel was watching whatever was going on between the two royals with the others.

"It's ok now, calm down.", the cat demon said to the shadow in the corner.

"What or who is this?", the deer demon asks and points to the shadow creature.

"Pretty sure you ain't deaf, you heard Angel yell it out.", Husk said and started..purring?

"My! I didn't know you could make such an adorable sound!", he grinned.

"Shut up!", the cat hissed quietly. "They need to calm down, loud noises only make it worse!"

"Well, why didn't you say that sooner?"

With a snap of his fingers, he teleported the three of them into his room in the greenery area.

"The only sounds in here are nature, will this do?", Alastor asked.

"Yes, this is fine.", Husk nodded before getting focused, and pulled the shadow closer. "Kit? Listen. You're ok now.", he said and started purring again.

Their shadow figure was still too large, so the radio demon decided to add in some of his white noise static, earning a look from Husker.

"It helps.", was all he said.

Slowly but surely, the shadow got smaller and smaller before going back into a familiar figure. The darkness on their form began to fade away, starting from the tips of their feet/paws.

Before the shadow fully receded, Husk held out his hand.

"Give me a blanket or somethin'."

"Whatever for?", he asked with a raised brow.

"You wanna see them naked?"

Alastor quickly took off his coat and handed it over.

In a quick motion, the cat demon covered his sibling in the red fabric and wrapped an arm around their shoulders, holding them securely as they passed out.

A few moments passed before the demon in red decided to ask his question.

"What exactly happened?"

Husk was quiet for a bit and then sighed.

"I'll let them tell you."

Now, Alastor stood in front of your hotel room.

He felt like it was as if it was his first broadcast all over again. His nerves were all over the place and his hands felt tingly.

Clearing his throat, he prepared himself and knocked on their door.

"Dear? Are you there? There is something I wish to discuss with you."

A few heartbeats later, the door opens.

"Come in."

*flops over* I'm done for now. Stay tuned.

~Seline, the person.

Part 6

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[archangeldyke-all]

okay i’ve seen people talk about werewolf sevika but what about werecat sevika like she gives off such cat vibes she’s an introvert who so would love sitting by her window or on her porch watching things also i’ve always headcanoned that she literally purrs when you scratch her head so werecat sev just makes sense to me

YES i fucking LOVE THIS

this is what i think sevika would look like in cat form btw hehehehehe (send me cats u think sevika would look like too! i want to see all ur ideas)

men and minors dni

it all starts with a loose lab-cat. singed had pumped the thing with shimmer and underestimated its strength. he returned to the lab the next morning to a broken glass cage, quickly followed by hissing and hollering coming from the bar.

sevika stepped on the cat's tail where it had been sleeping beneath a table. in return, the cat sunk it's claws into sevika's calf-- four deep scratches running down her leg-- dripping half blood red, half shimmer pink.

singed told her she'd be okay.

he told her to go home and sleep it off and that she'd be fine.

singed is a fucking liar.

the next full moon, sevika turns into a cat.

not a panther, or a lion, or a fucking tiger or something cool. a fucking house cat. and a tiny one too.

she didn't tell anyone. who could she tell? singed would just try to strap her to a lab table and start experimenting on her. silco would probably just laugh. jinx might be her best bet if she wanted answers, but she fears that jinx would do something horrible like pet her or something.

so she just... deals with it.

the more full moons that pass, the more used to it she gets, and the more she can transform herself at will without the moon's powers.

she kinda likes being a cat. it's useful as fuck in the undercity, with all it's steep walls and drop-offs. it gives her crystal clear vision, even in the deepest darkest streets; it gives her great instincts, even in her human form, and...

there's nothing quite like finding a stray beam of sun and curling up for a few minutes to snooze on a peaceful day. both in her human and cat form.

which is how she meets you.

you live on a high floor of a big apartment building in the lanes. it's miserable climbing up and down the stairs multiple times a day, but the nice thing about it is you're high up enough to get some direct sunlight in your home for a good few hours a day.

you don't have a cat-- your landlord would kill you. but you keep a two little pots of catnip and catgrass growing on your fire-escape, a little tin of water and some tuna or chicken when you've got scraps to spare.

you've got a few cats that come to visit you a few times a week, all varying levels of friendly.

the white stray visits every afternoon to snack on your plants, sometimes bringing a skinny orange friend along with her. you let them be, watching fondly through the window as they groom each other.

there's a fat tuxedo cat that you know has an owner somewhere in the neighborhood, that seems to know when you set out food scraps-- always there in a flash to gobble them up. he's friendly as hell, meowing incessantly at your window until you open it up for him and let him come in to get pets for a few hours before returning home for dinner.

there's a new litter of calico kittens you've caught sight of. you think there's five or six separate kitties, but you can never keep track because they grow so and change so much between your sightings of them.

and then there's your newest visitor.

she's a unique cat, silver eyes, only three legs, her left front leg missing completely. there's blue scratches running down her left side, shimmering in the sun when the wind blows her fur away enough for you to see them.

and she doesn't eat any of your plants, or drink any of your water. most of the time, you come home and find her sleeping in a ray of sun. and every time when she wakes up and realizes you're home, the cat will jump up on your windowsill and simply watch you; her tail twitching occasionally in the wind, purring loud enough for you to hear through the little window as her silver eyes follow your every movement inside.

.....

sevika's fucked.

she's so, so, so fucked.

she's been fucking stabbed, twice, and she's loosing blood so quickly that she's starting to see spots.

the men who stabbed her are chasing her, and she's leaving a trail of blood right to herself. no matter how fast she runs, she's not going to lose them.

she's so woozy that she almost forgets that she's got fucking magical powers. she ducks into an alley and quickly transforms, before sprinting away. that takes care of those idiots beating her to death-- but it doesn't change the fact that sevika's dying.

she doesn't know where to go.

the last drop is way too far for her to get there before she bleeds out. she's got no friends in this neighborhood-- and people down here don't have the spare time, money, or sympathy for a dying street cat.

wait.

she knows someone who likes street cats.

someone sweet, and pretty, and always smiling and talking to her like she can speak human language. she can, but she knows your other cat visitors can't-- and it just makes her like you all the more- - the idea of you talking to some clueless cat, just like you talk to her.

she makes it to your fire escape just before her three legs give out.

and while her vision starts to fade completely, the clouds overhead move and a beam of sun shines down on her, the smell of your cat plants wafting over her as the wind blows.

well, sevika supposes. if i'm gonna die i guess this is the nicest place to do it.

you come home and find a dead woman on your fire escape... which isn't a total surprise in this neighborhood.

it's only when you go out to prod at her that you get really freaked out-- because she's not dead, just barely breathing.

you scramble to pull the woman inside your apartment, spreading her out on your bed and nearly throwing up at the sight of two deep stab wounds in her sides.

you've got some shimmer stored in your medicine cabinet in case of emergencies, and you quickly slide the liquid down her throat before scrambling to find something to stitch her side together with.

you aren't sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing when she starts blinking awake, groaning in pain and weakly trying to shove you away from her wounds.

"hey hey hey, wake up." you say, shaking her shoulders. she grunts and scrunches her face up. when her eyes blink open, your stomach twists.

you've never seen eyes that silver besides on the cat that comes to visit you. they're different on a person. much more attractive.

"uh..." you say, trailing off for a second suddenly realizing that the woman beneath you is very naked. and now that you're looking at her, the blue scars on her left side seem awfully familiar. you clear your throat. "uh, wake up." you say again, gently smacking her cheek.

she gasps awake when you start stitching up her second wound. "fuck!" she shouts. and then, she seems to process where she is. "fuck." she says.

you gulp. "uh, i'll get you a blanket." you offer.

sevika nods numbly as you-- the woman she's been shamelessly peeping on for the past year-- stumble out of your bedroom.

"i thought you were dead, honestly, and then you started moving and i got really freaked out. gave you some shimmer-- i hope you don't mind." you ramble as you walk back into your room, throwing a blanket over sevika. "is there anyone i should call for or...?"

"you're even prettier up close." she says. then she cringes.

fuck she didn't mean to say that. it must be the blood loss. and the shimmer. and your pretty eyes.

"uh..." sevika watches as you start to back away like you're scared, and she huffs before she gathers all her energy and transforms into her cat form. "what the fuck?!" you squawk as the woman in front of you disappears in thin air.

and then, a little lump under the covers starts to move.

and the three legged silver eyed cat comes crawling out, two new wounds on her side.

"what the fuck?" you ask, immedietly reaching forward to pet the cat in front of you. you don't consider that the cat is a woman-- it's your natural instinct-- you see a cat, you pet it.

but then the woman's back and your hand is in her hair and she's blushing all the way down to her tits which you can see because she's still naked.

"wha--"

"i'm sevika."

"hi, sevika." you giggle, slightly hysterical. sevika's blush gets even darker. "i'm--"

"i know." she cuts you off, then bites her lip in embarrassment and presses her head harder against your hand, like she's a cat. well, you suppose she kinda is. "i... sorry for stumbling into your life like this. i thought if i died as a cat i died in real life." sevika shrugs. "guess the whole nine lives thing is true, though."

"i don't--"

"i can leave, if you give me a pair of sweats or someth--"

"no!" you squeak. sevika smiles, and now you're embarrassed. "i-i mean... you're injured. you should stay until you're better..." sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "plus... you're kinda cute."

she grins. "as a cat or...?"

"fuck off." you giggle, crawling into bed beside her. "you've fucking... been watching me for a year! it's only fair i get to interrogate you, too, you creep."

"i-i'm not a creep!"

"you've seen me naked!"

"you didn't seem to mind at the time..." sevika pouts.

you can't believe how ridiculous this whole fucking situation is. sevika's blood drying into your mattress underneath the pair of you, but her skin is becoming more vibrant as the shimmer works through her system, flashes of pink sparkling in her silver eyes. she's practically purring as you scratch her scalp. you burst into laughter, and sevika grins up at you.

when you finally catch your breath, you shake your head and look down at the only sorta-stranger beneath you. "so, what are you... a werecat, or something?"

sevika groans before bursting into laughter with you.

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[illubean]

Hi ! Can you do the main four hxh (platonic Gon and Killua) x reader neko who has the reflexes, hearing and speed of a cat. But who takes a lot of naps during the day and is very lazy .

How will they react if as a 'gift' you gave them a dead animal (cats do this when they like someone, and I think their reactions would be rather funny).

(Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my native language.)

Have a nice day!

Main 4 (HXH) With a CatHybrid!Reader

Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight Type: Platonic, Headcanons, Gn!Reader

personally I prefer using the word hybrid instead of neko idk

Warnings: mentions of dead animals

Gon Freecs

coming from an island I think Gon knows a lot about animals

he's not too surprised when you bring him rodents you've caught

he literally goes fishing and I'm pretty sure there's others on the island who hunt so he doesn't think much of it

he probably gifts you some of the fish he catches too

he lets you do your own thing most of the time, since you're lazy and he's like the polar opposite of you

he is always out and about doing things or just simply exploring

Gon has both exceptional sense of smell and hearing just like you so you guys often react the same to certain sounds or scents

he doesn't know how to tell how your feeling by your tail behavior but he does know how to tell by your eyes

he knows that whenever your pupils blow wide, you're feeling mischievous

Killua Zoldyck

you'd probably mistake him for one of you if he hadn't been missing the ears and tail

both your reflexes and speed were evenly matched

but your hearing is much better than his

he generally trusts your judgement, so if your ears twitch and you take off in the opposite direction he's following you without question

you're very lazy so he knows that if you're running its for a reason

as for the gift thing...

the first time you dropped a dead rat at his feet he was very confused

you literally sat there like :3 while he was kind of disgusted...

"What the hell is this" "A gift :D" "Uh ok then..."

when he sees you laying around taking naps either basking in the sun or curled up in some corner he probably joins you since you find it so comfortable

and after that he understands the appeal

#nappingbuddies

Kurapika Kurta

he already gives me cat owner vibes so your whole hybrid thing doesn't bother him

he probably knows how to tell what you're feeling by the flick of your tail and position of your ears too

he often finds you sleeping or lounging about in odd places around his cozy apartment

and if you ever so choose to nap on top of him he will simply refuse to wake you up

he will stay wherever he is until you get up on your own

he has to hide any catnip he may have from you because yk...you're much larger than a normal cat and would probably go insane and accidentally destroy things

he knows about your little gifting habit so when you eventually start bringing small animals to him he pretends to accept them and throws them away when you're not looking

you are a very spoiled kitty; whenever he has the time this man cooks you fresh meals

whenever you're feeling moody he hits you with the behind the ears and under the chin scratch combo

and it works to make you feel better every single time

Leorio Paladaknight

he's 100% tried the cucumber trick on you

he watched you turn around then launch like 15 feet into the air and laughed because he couldn't believe it actually worked

pls hit him for that it's not funny.

in my head Leorio uses strong cologne so with your heightened senses you'd probably have to keep your distance

and he's lwky bitter about it...

but sometimes you manage to catch him on days where he's not going out therefore he feels no need to put any on

and boom you can cuddle with him then

when you brought him a dead animal one day he screams like a girl

"WTF GET IT AWAY!" "But it's a present :("

he kind of feels bad after seeing the dejected and confused look on your face but please for the love of god get that poor bird out of his living room

when you take it away he ends up forgetting about it until he finds it hidden under the couch or something a few days later

he ends up screaming again...

[ttshihiro]

pspspps.. totally not golden groovy woops

ANYWAYS HII!! heard u were open for requests. may i request tammy + qiu with and an artist reader :00

requests of my favorite fandoms are my catnip good gof woa who could this be‽‽ my reqs and my ask box are like always open btw >◡<

extra note/s: I refer to step 1 Qiu as he/him. Uhhh take this as platonic or romantic, I'll add an indicator for romance (𐙚) ^^

more under the cut > o

✧ At 10 years old, QIU's fascinated. How he discovers your interest and skill in arts varies but his reaction doesn't. He's impressed! Whether digital or traditional, Qiu would love to participate especially if you asked him yourself.

For this reason, he carries an extra pen and even those colored ones just in case you get bored or if you're suddenly struck by creativity when you two are playing :3

✧ The first time you show him one of your doodles you made during class, he's compelled to do the same whether or not you actually give him it. And ever since, you two've been exchanging these sketches during class. It's the cutest scene to walk into.

✧ URGH AND THE THINGS HE DOES WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT ART BLOCK DEPENDING ON HOW AND WHAT YOU DRAW

You're into drawing sceneries? Trust that he starts telling you and Tamarack about more "special things" in the forest and/or the town.

Like the sky? There's this clearing a lot further into the forest at your backyards. Stargaze, watch the clouds and the sunset together?

✧ It's also necessary for me to mention that unlike his notes, lazily pressed against eachother and constantly on the run, anything you give him goes to a safe space probably in between a books pages, under the the matress of his bed or inside a drawer/container.

"They broke into my backyard accidentally, 'cause they were on a crazy investigation about a paper airplane. Plus, they got here a day ago and they're already looking out for me. Normally, I'm the one doing that."

"Besides, they're pretty. And they make me pretty. Look! Look how they drew me!"

✧ As for 10-year-old TAMARACK, she's curious. The things you draw, are they based on actual places? Actual people? Oh, you draw based on your imagination? Elaborate.

✧ At some point in the prologue, she says "All the forests in the world are different, and some places don't even have forests. I can show you good spots to find things since you're newer to this forest than me."

And I can't not think of her running up to you to give you all of what she gathered for you to draw like omfg

With all those leaves and tiny branches sticking out of her hair and sweater, she smiles brightly with her hands filled with her treasures. AUGH SHE MAKES ME SO SICK I LOVE HER

✧ Like Qiu, she has her own safe spot designated for only your drawings if you've given her any.

She shows off all of them. Especially if you've drawn her?? It'll be the only thing she talks about during literally any time for the rest of the month and the few months after.

"Out of all the friends I have here, you're the best one. We came to the same exact neighborhood, almost at the same time, and are he same age. You have fun outside and I do too."

"I think you're pretty. How you draw me is pretty! I've never met a kid who was just like me. That's important. That's serious."

✧ Now, 14-year-old QIU's pretty much no different. They're even more impressed when they see just how much you've improved. Nonetheless, they treasure your old drawings just as much as they do they new.

They take the liberty of providing you with both a pen and paper to draw on when you're together, in case you don't bring your sketchbook (if you own one).

On those days where you two just sit in silence in their hideout, their gaze drifts to your side quietly a few times to watch your progress. After a while, they settle with sitting right next to you and watching the stroke of your pen against the paper as the scene forms with each hatch.

✧ As a teen, they've actually been a tad bit farther off the town when they feel like taking a ride on their bike. They've seen many sights and burn the route into their brain for them to tell you about. They'd even be happy as to bring you there themselves.

✧ If you ask them to be your muse, good god you'd need to tell them what to do.

It's almost a funny sight. Qiu, the kid who knew what to do their whole life asks you, "Should I pose? Where do I look? Ah- what's my good side?"

𐙚 They can feel their breath hitch under your scrutiny. Suddenly, they're concious of every single thing about them. Where do their eyes go? Should they move their hands? Is their hair in the way?

They avert their gaze flusteredly, their head ever so slightly moving to the side when they do so.

And good god do their hands clutch the fabric of their pants when you tell them to look at you properly.

✧ Same goes for TAMARACK at 14. She's as intrugued as ever to hear about your work. She admires (you)r style from then till now and has learned to appreciate the time gone into things as simple as this, whether or not you've made it with her in mind. BUT GOD IF YOU TELL HER IT IS, it's always sitting on her desk and she thinks constantly about what you've done for her.

✧ And while she doesn't exactly bring you a pen, she's more than glad to hand you hers when you need it.

✧ Unlike before, she'd now be at your side when you two hung out at her backyard. She'd be sitting across from you, practicing the cello. The hum of her instrument accompanied by the sound of nature and the scratch of your pen against paper gives her a sense of calmness.

This may also be when she realizes she's been your muse! Her fingers trace over where your pen has been and boy appreciate isn't even enough for her to describe how she felt. It was definitely happy, but that wasn't the word either.

𐙚 Her heart pounds alarmingly as she admires your work. It's almost concerning to you that she sits silently with a blank expression as she held your sketchbook in her hands.

But that concern washes off you as soon as a warm smile curls the corners of her lips, tender adoration displayed all over her face.

[gojo-mochi]

MDNI! Dark Themes. Dubcon/Yandere/Kidnapping/Drugging? (it catnip)

HybridKitty!Reader who was a stray but a happy stray roaming around the streets, catching fish from the river, and lazing around in the sun. But, suddenly, they get adopted (kidnap) by this strange man. He takes you in his house, forces a collar on you, telling you that it was much safer in his house than the outside world. You try to tell him that you been surviving just fine without him, that the outside was your home and you liked your freedom. He just coos at you and tries to ruffle your hair, treating you like a child.

You hiss and claw at his hand and while he winces back he doesn't hurt you back. Just looks at you sadly and tries again in a couple of hours. The days passes like this for a while, he leaves food outside of the small closet you took up space in. Feeling that it was safer in there, then the room and bed he made for you, you wouldn't eat it for a while at first. But the smell got too tantalizing, the stranger would handcook meals for you and they always smell so good.

Slowly but surely you were coming out of your skittish shell, hanging around the kitchen watching him cook once, but promptly leaving once he tried to pet you once again. However, after you finished your meal today, he asked you if you wanted dessert. This was the first time you heard this so you were curious enough to stay out of your hiding place to see what he had to offer.

He brings out a small bottle, sprinkling some leafy stuff on the palm of his hand and stretching it out to you. Telling you to take a sniff of it. The smell was nothing you ever smelt before, it was addicting to say the least. Even more once you actually got closer to his hand, though when your own hand stretch out to grab some of it, he pulled back, closing his palm into a fist and sealing away the treat.

Your ears flatten back on your head and a needy whine emerge from your throat, wondering why he would deny you the dessert if he was offering it in the first place. He waggles a finger at you, softly smiling, his eyes darken over just a bit. "If you want this treat, you gotta eat it from my hand, ok?" He reach out, palms open once more.

You shouldn't, you really shouldn't, all your heighten senses was telling you this was a bad idea but your sense of smell was overriding everything. The treat smelt too good to be left alone so you venture forward. Tentatively inching closer and closer, leaning your face down to take a good whiff of the treat and your mind was gone at that point.

Your rough textured tongue lap out at the treat, heavy purrs emits from your throat. As you kept on licking the treat out of the stranger's hand, not even noticing or caring that he was practically drooling at the sight, his thighs shaking a little, and his hand hovering over your head. Your small hands grabbed on to his wrist, pulling him closer as you try to get every single bit of the leafy treat, your tongue caressing the skin of this palm now.

He lets out a low moan at the feeling, putting his hand down on your head and finally touchy your cute fluffy ears, fingers rubbing the softness of it, making you purr out even more. You saw drunk people before back when you were a stray and you imagined this is what they must had felt like. On cloud nine and when the treat on his hand was emptied by your lips. The man stood up, hands traveling down your back and waist as he tells you that he'll give you more if you come sit on his lap and lick it off of him again.

How you could resist after just one taste? So, of course, you agreed, leaving behind the shelter of the closet and going into the bedroom. As the door clicks behind you, the last sense in your brain gave out a final warning to run. Too bad, because now the man was also addicted. Addicted to the feeling of your tongue on him and he wasn't about to let you go so easily.

After all, a good kitten gotta work for her treat~

[tgmsunmontue]

1k Hangster MeetCute AU based on something that happened to my brother's cat.

G rated and fluffy and involves Jake obtaining a cat by accident.

Meow once for yes...

  He’d never considered himself a cat person before, but he can admire a cat with a stubborn streak to match his own. Bandit’s previous owners had moved out of the apartment building, eight miles out of the city, into the suburbs where Bandit could have freedom. Except Bandit had walked the eight miles back to the apartment building. It had taken him three weeks, but he’d turned up and there were already signs up with his photo and pleas for sightings.

  Of course Jake had seen him, had simply picked him up and called the number on the poster while putting out a bowl of water and tin of tuna, because the poor thing had been starving. Bandit had been collected by the very appreciative family within hours, but a few days later he got a call, saying Bandit had gone missing again, and if he could keep an eye out it would be appreciated. Jake isn’t sure why they hadn’t just kept him inside, he was clearly used to indoor living and wasn’t big on the so called freedom he was being offered.

  Another five days and Bandit had reappeared, looking even more scraggly and undernourished. He’d also clearly been in a fight and was missing a chunk from his ear, giving him a slightly rakish appearance. Jake had rung them again, said he’d turned up, but then he was asked if he’d consider keeping him. Because clearly Bandit wanted nothing to do with his new house, despite the family missing

  So he found himself with a cat for a housemate, one he set up an Instagram account for. Originally so that the family could get almost daily updates of Bandit being… well. A cat. But then Jake had found himself buying toys. And special food. And then he’d gotten to know Bandit’s little quirks, his little run toward the door when he heard Jake coming. How he’d sit and watch Jake shower through the glass panel, like he was concerned for Jake’s well-being under all that water. He wants to be in whatever room Jake is in and he has to admit it’s nice to come home and have someone waiting. He could do without the frantic running around at one in the morning, and the scratching at the door when he’s using the bathroom, but all in all, he likes living with a cat.

  Jake rolls his chair back and looks over to where Bandit is lounging in the sun, paw resting on his favourite toy, a rainbow-striped mouse that maybe used to smell like catnip, but it’s two-years old now, tail long since chewed off, along with the felt ears being tattered shreds. He reaches over and scratches between his ears, grins as one sleepy eye opens and looks at him accusingly for disturbing his sleep. Yawning, he stands and stretches, hears his neck crack and groans. He should get out and go for a walk, make the most of the nice day. He opens the window an inch, hopes the fresh air will help wake him up a little and goes to get a glass of water. Of course Bandit chirps at him, the inquisitive little sound that had surprised the hell out of him the first time he’d heard it. He’d not known cats made that type of sound.

  “Just getting some water buddy…”

  He’s back before Bandit has finished stretching, but he sees it almost in slow motion, the little mouse getting jostled slightly before it rolls toward the tiny gap in the open window and he steps toward it quickly, needs to grab it before Bandit knocks it… and he knocks it out of the window, his head turning sideways to watch it fall and Jake groans.

  “What did you do that for buddy?”

  “Meow.”

  “Yeah buddy, what do we do now huh?” Jake asks, moving over and peering down. He can see the brightly coloured mouse has landed on the balcony of the apartment about five floors below. Bandit has started pacing the length of the windowsill, meows becoming a little more frantic and Jake pulls the window closed a little.

  “Mreeeooow.”

  “Yeah well, I’m not the one that knocked it out…”

  “Mreeeooow.”

  Jake gives up on his arguing, goes to hunt out a piece of paper, because he guesses he’s going to get to know his neighbours. He writes out a note and goes down to the first floor, knocks and waits for an answer. There isn’t one, which isn’t surprising given that it’s the middle of a working day, and most people he knows don’t work from home. He folds the piece of paper and slides it under the door and just has to hope for the best. Maybe the place where he got the mouse from originally still sells them.

…            …            …

  Bandit is still meowing pitifully at the window hours later, it’s dark and the balcony below can’t even be seen, but that’s not stopping Bandit from letting his displeasure be known and Jake wishes, not for the first time, that he could be understood. So he could explain that he’s done everything he can. Legally. He’s not repelling down the side of the building to rescue a toy mouse. Although if Bandit continues meowing all night Jake might find himself seriously considering it. A knock at the door has him suddenly hopeful, and he opens it to find one of the most… interesting men he’s seen in a long while. He’s wearing light coloured denim jeans, white tank with muted short-sleeved button down completely open, the palm leaf print suggesting he thinks he’s on a tropical beach somewhere. The moustache and aviator sunglasses speak to a sense of style that the other man seems to just embrace and somehow, the overall combination, makes him oddly attractive. Or it could be a case of any food tasting good when you haven’t eaten in a while.

  “Hi. Jake?”

  “Yeah. Can I help?”

  “I believe I have something that belongs to you?”

  Then the guys’ fingers uncurl and lying in his palm is a rainbow striped mouse.

  At his feet Bandit purrs in approval.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Kitties as wild as nature

The jabberwock ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Notes: I have been thinking, would Lyca also be a cat or should he be a puppy?

Haru

He is a red Abyssinian cat with an almost strikingly unnatural bright colour.

He has a darker colored leg that he doesn't put too much weight on and he seems to react nicely when you massage it slowly.

He has a favorite toy that you got him when he was a kitten in your first shopping spree with him, a small bunny-like creature that you named ‘peekaboo’.

He is so insistent on being outside as soon as you allow him to go as late as allowed, running around and around chasing leaves and bugs and bringing his little friend along. If he doesn't get his 3 hours minimum of outside time he acts so nervously pacing around the house.

Cares so much about little creatures like his peekaboo and any other stuffie that he can carry on his mouth that he adopted baby Ren the same day he came, always licking him clean and dragging him around to show him some bug in the backyard.

Even though cats sleep more than twelve hours he is always zooming around rearranging leaves, herding groups of similar cat toys that he makes Towa ‘supervise’ or dragging Ren back out after he escaped and hid under the sofa. All of this he does always accompanied by his favorite baby, peekaboo.

At night for being such a responsible kitty cat and taking care of the house he gets a tiny cup of catnip tea to relax a bit before sleeping.

Towa

Given he was a stray you doubt he is truly any race of cat but he looks a lot like a ragdoll cat, his hair fully white and some beautiful blue eyes (they almost look lilac under the sunlight)

He was originally a stray but for some reason soon after Haru came he started hanging around your house enough for you to say he is yours.

He is either hanging around Haru or fucking around God knows where, it isn't strange for him to disappear.

The quietest cat ever?? You have never seen him meow when serving food or playing, even then he does make himself known, rubbing himself on you and purring a ton. You do think he might be who meows horribly loud at night but whenever you check there is nobody there.

He seems to like eating flowers better than his kibble or wet food. Even you asked the vet and she ran tests the best she could give you was ‘he probably just likes the taste, I wouldn't worry too much about it’

He is quite a cuddly cat with both you and Haru, but for some reason he detests the little kitten, striking him whenever Haru isn't looking or dragging him away from your lap to lay in his place.

Sometimes whenever Haru licks Ren he might start licking him and it's like a little grooming ball

Ren

An exotic shorthair kitten that was too disobedient his owner considered him untrainable and gave him to you.

The only one of the bunch who doesn't look out the window, doesn't want to go out, will not even step on a blade of grass. At least on his own volition, he doesn't have much choice when Haru drags him to watch a caterpillar.

The baby snuggles up to you under your blankets, plushies and pillows as he purrs softly between your legs.

Please buy him one of those cat beds that look like a shark, he loves watching marine biology documentals from there

Whenever you use electronics like TV or tablets he will be hanging by your shoulder and might paw at it like the fruit ninja cat. That is the closest thing to playing he does.

Maybe he absorbs Haru's need of sleep because he is always sleeping or dozing off under the sunlight, even the vet was worried but it seems he is just really lazy

Unluckily, Haru can slip under the wardrobe and your bed so he is never safe. He even has a knack for knowing when he is relaxed enough to take him off guard and strike giving him to fighting chance

[atarathegreat]

Predator and Prey. Keizo Arashi

ft: Hybrid Bear Keizo and Hybrid Bunny Reader

More shopping, not that Benkei minded. He enjoyed walking behind you and watching as your cute little tail twitched when you read something you didn't like or laughed at one of his jokes. Occasionally, he would reach out and touch your ears, chuckling as you thumped your foot in mock frustration.

"You know you're just going to get the cucumber pieces as your snack." Keizo reached the top shelf, grabbing the bag you were pointing at. Once again, you were there to huff and pout, "You know that the doctor told me I can't eat cucumbers as much as I am. They don't have enough nutrients for me."

"I'm sure we can get you some vitamins to help you. I don't want you to stop having your favorite snack." Keizo secretly grabbed the bag he became familiar with, the bright and smiling logo shining up at him.

There wasn't time for him to hear your response before a grating laughter filled the aisle. "Oh my God! Not Benkei with a prey type!" Cherry, Benkei's ex from Hell. She was a cougar, tail lashing as she approached. He hated her and hated what she had done to him during their relationship. You knew about her and what she had done to your sweet bear. Cherry had changed Keizo, evident in the way he went stiff and refused eye contact with the new guest. He didn't even respond as she tried talking to him. "Come on, Bear Boy, you want bunnies now?"

"Hi! I'm Y/n!" You were quick to bounce in front of her, gaining the glare from her golden eyes, "You can speak with me!"

"Not interested, Rabbit." The snarl would be scary if it wasn't laced with jealousy and bitterness. It was obvious that Cherry was trying to get Keizo's attention, the very attention he had focused on you as he buried his nose in your shoulder and breathed in your scent to calm himself. Cherry growled and clenched her fists like an angry dog, "You think you can get in my way, prey? Do you think you can keep a man like Benkei? You have no hope in keeping up with a predator."

That really seemed to get on her nerves. Benkei, the man who had always been so tough and quiet and reserved with Cherry, was now suddenly so touchy with some rabbit? He was hanging to her, breathing her in as if she were catnip for his nerves, and Cherry hated it. In her eyes, Keizo was still her bear and stuck in her den. So why was he clinging to a bunny like his life depended on her?

"I don't need to keep up, Keizo waits for me." Cherry seemed caught off guard as you used Benkei's real name. She was never given the privilege of using it. "Besides, bunnies are naturally fast and perfect for peaceful naptimes. Not to mention our insanely high sex drive, so whenever Keizo wants me, he can have me."

"You think you have any right to talk to me like that?" Cherry growled in your face, her sharp canines flashing in her rage, "You are prey, you should know your place."

"I do." You smirked, "Running through the woods with a predator at my heels as he tries to catch me and cross breed."

Cherry was stunned into silence. It was too obvious to be a lie. Benkei loved a chase and loved to smell the exhaustion on his partner as they struggled against him. Who better to reek of fear than a bunny in the middle of the woods? Cherry knew she was outmatched, but she refused to give in. "You couldn't hope to fight him. What will you do when he finally catches you?"

"Grip the foliage and cry out his name."

While Cherry stood in stunned silence, you swiftly pushed the cart away from the annoying woman. Benkei walked behind you, his hands over yours on the cart handle. "You handled that perfectly, babe." He mumbled into your hair, taking another calming sniff.

You always got rewarded for being so good and handling things the right way. Benkei didn't mind driving with one hand, his other tucked into your waistband as he fingered your tight little cunt. Tight and sweet, because you were a smaller species than he was, and he was thicker than your walls had ever accommodated. His single digit felt like the cock of another rabbit hybrid, filling you and bringing you closer and closer to the wonderful orgasm Benkei would give you. Only after denying you a few times. You twisted sideways as he turned onto the secluded road to your cabin, kicking your bottoms off and whining freely.

"There you go, cotton tail." Keizo chuckled, having the prefect angle to force his finger deeper, "I love watching this pussy eat my fingers." Gods, the way he spoke made your toes curl. But his slow speed was killing you, keeping you right on the edge but never letting you fall. A pitiful, high pitched whine filled the car as he added another finger, curling them just right to touch the sensitive spot inside you, finally making you cum. The pure ecstasy in your groan made him hard, yet your reward wasn't quite given. Not to him, anyway. To Keizo, you deserved much more.

You hadn't noticed the two of you were home, not until Keizo was halfway out of the car and fixing your ass onto the center console. "Stay open, baby. I wanna hear everything." His tongue dove straight into your pulsing hole, licking up all of your cum and arousal. "My baby has to be clean before I fuck her. Too much slick and I fear you won't feel me." Was something Benkei often told you. It was just another excuse to make you cum on his lips. You didn't mind, not when you got to pant and whine and beg him for more, more, more.

It didn't take him long, a few licks and sucks and a delicious pop as he came off your clit and you were coming for him again. There wasn't pain in your core as there would be with other women, other hybrids. Bunnies had a crazy high libido, and more often than not, you tired Keizo out before you were even near done.

"Come here, baby." Keizo got back into the car, pulling his dick from his pants, "Sit, easy so you don't hurt yourself." Worrying about being easy was far from your mind as you wiggled and squirmed, popping his tip into you with difficulty. Sometimes, it made Keizo feel guilty that he was too big, but then you'd lean back against the steering wheel, and he'd get the best view. His cock stretching your pussy so painfully that he could see the old scar from your first ride with him, the way the pink skin pulled taught and white as you raised up and dropped down onto him, taking him deeper with every bounce.

"There you go." His hands rested on your hips, helping you pleasure yourself with his body, "Fuck yes, baby, squeezing me so fucking tight." Benkei's filthy mouth made you moan, his tip bulging in your lower gut as you finally fully sheathed him. "Don't stop until you're satisfied, baby girl, even if I'm shooting blanks and this car is covered in cum. Fucking bounce until you're taken care of."

[wildelydawn]

“I’m telling you, Chay! You gotta download this dating sim! It’s so fucking cute!” Ohm scrolls a bit and shoves his phone in Chay’s face. “Look at him!” An angry, but very hot man in a full suit and pony tail is on Ohm’s screen.

Chay bats Ohm’s phone away. “Why do you even play those games?”

“Oh, please. You would eat this shit up. Between that nasty stuff you’re writing instead of taking notes and the spank bank you have on your wall- OW!”

Chay nudges Ohm again. “Keep your voice down!” Chay leans in, whispering furiously. “Writing about WIK is private. This is a stupid social media game.”

“You used to play dating sims all the time!”

“Yeah! And then I realized real dating is nothing like a video game!”

Ohm sends him a referral code. “Come on, give it a shot. It’s fun. And it’s not like you’ve got any dates lined up.”

“Ugh, Ooohhhhm.”

“Just click on the link and make an account! So I can get the coins! Then you can delete it.”

“Fine, but not now. I’m busy.”

-

Later that same night, Chay receives a text from Ohm, reminding him yet again to make an account for A Ravishing Romance!, the newest and hottest dating sim on the market. 

According to the lore, the player is the protagonist who is visited by Nya, a “cat tamer” who whisks the player away to a secret island, The Meowland Marshes, where cat boys are running rampant. The protagonist has to romance each catboy, cat girl, or cat-person (depending on the settings the player chooses) and prepare them for the Adoption Party that’s happening in a week. If the protagonist fails to romance all the catboys in time, the Adoption Party doesn’t happen, and the Meowland Marshes are lost to the antagonists, the Kittjinn, evil spirits trying to take the catboys and make them their personal minions. If the player successfully dates all the catboys, brings them to the Adoption Party, gets all of them “adopted,” then the player successfully wins the game, and they get to choose the catboy they want to adopt.

The game sounds so bad that it could be good. 

There’s a free version and a very adult version for some money.

Chay is not going to spend 400 baht on a dating sim. But the coins are important to Ohm, so he downloads the free version, starts up the app, makes his gender neutral character named WIK, and begins the prologue to the game.

The game…. Is really something.

Nya, the catboy who’s going to narrate the game, is a blue-haired, pale skinned, lean looking man with a black crop top, choker, tight leather pants, and blue jewelry and accents. Anndddd he’s sporting the whole cat ears and tail and teeth thing. After explaining the prologue (Nya picked you, the protagonist, out of the other 8 billion people on earth because you wrote the most Kudos!’d catboy fanfic on Database of Our Own), Nya whisks you away to Meowland Marshes.

There, Nya basically traps Chay’s character in an apartment and tells him he has a week to romance all five catboys on the Marsh. Nya gives you a weird looking whistle that attaches to your phone; blow on it, and you can call Nya for help, access the catboys you’ve already romanced, or take yourself to the Pawwwn Shoppe, where you can buy treats, outfits, catnip, leashes, and other weird cat (and kinky) stuff to lure the boys. 

Chay clicks on one of the grasslands first because allegedly, one of the catboys is there.

Whisked away to the grassland, Chay encounters his first cat boy. He’s dark haired, wearing a white button up that is definitely not anywhere close to being buttoned up, with some maroon pants. He has his maroon blazer hanging on his shoulder, and his tail is up and ears relaxed.

“Hey there. Did you happen to find a watch here?” the cat boy asks. 

The game gives Chay two options:

“Uh, no. Sorry dude.”

“No, but I can definitely help you look for it!”

Chay sighs. He needs to find at least three catboys to reveal the rest of the map and to get Ohm his bonus coins. He clicks on the second option.

“Oh, thank you! I was being chased by some rabid dogs, but I think I dropped it somewhere. I can’t leave it behind. It’s like a collar.”

*You and the catboy look around the tall grass. He captures three mice, scratches behind his ear, meows in a pained voice before you find the watch.*

The catboy goes from sad to elated. Now Chay can see his thick forearms as he punches the air. Pink hearts erupt on the screen. “Thank you! You’re a really nice person! This watch means a lot to me. But since you were so kind, I’ll let you have it.” 

The game gives Chay two options:

“No thank you! I have a phone that tells time already. I’d love your number though! ;) ”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you. I’ll cherish it forever, Mr…?”

Chay rolls his eyes and clicks the first option.

The catboy goes from elated to coy, his thick eyebrows raised. “Wow, you work fast. My name is Kinn, but I’m not that easy. Come back tomorrow and I’ll think about answering when you call.”

The screen lights up and Chay’s character’s phone rings. Chay clicks it, and now Kinn’s number is there. There are three options: CALL, TEXT, ASK ON DATE, and all three of them won’t be available until tomorrow.

Chay sighs. He opens the map and finds another location: a spa. Why would cats go to a spa? No idea, but this game makes so little sense to Chay, that he just clicks on it anyways. The sooner he finishes these first quests, the sooner he can delete the game.

A high pitched musical note signals that Chay’s character has landed in the spa. There, he finds another cat, but this one has a mischievous grin on his face. His ears are twisted back, like he’s ready to pounce on Chay’s little character. The only weird thing is that his legs are in the water… his fully clothed legs.

“Aren’t cats supposed to be afraid of water?” Chay muses. He clicks on the catboy.

“Ah, did you bring me my red wine?”

The game gives Chay two options:

“No, but I have these extra large condoms and some harnesses if you really wanna relax.”

“No, but you shouldn’t drink. It’s only 1PM.”

Chay clicks the second option. The catboy goes from passive to annoyed, a little vein popping out. 

“Who cares what time it is? I’m at the spa! Go find me a glass of wine and put it under my tab: Vegas.”

A sad face pops up on the screen. Apparently, Chay has met Vegas the Catboy, but hasn’t secured his number. So Chay must try again tomorrow.

“That’s irritating,” Chay sighs.

The final place that’s open to explore on the Meowland Marshes is the park. Chay clicks there and the same high pitched sound transports him there.

On a bench, surrounded by flowers and bushes, another catboy sits, with a guitar.

Chay’s jaw drops.

This catboy looks suspiciously like WIK. As in, real life singer WIK who’s currently promoting his second album on a sold out tour. The catboy is wearing a gray t-shirt and light-washed jeans, and lots of silver jewelry. His hair is longer towards the back, and his ears and tail are slightly droopy. He has a notebook next to him on the bench. 

Clearly, the game developer is keeping up with the times.

Chay clicks on the catboy.

“Oh. Hello. Am I making too much noise?”

The game gives Chay two options:

“No, you sound great!”

“No, but you sound stuck. Want some help?”

Imagine helping WIK with writing a song? Chay thinks. Only in his dreams. He clicks on the second option.

The cat boy’s tail perks up immediately. “You write music too? That’s great. Can you tell me how this sounds?”

Suddenly, a really slow guitar starts to play. The tune is melancholy and sweet at the same time.

Sort of like WIK’s music.

When the tune plays, the catboy says: “What do you think?”

The game gives Chay two options:

“It’s perfect! Don’t change anything!”

“It’s really good, but maybe change…” *give basic music advice.*

Chay laughs. He clicks the second option.

The catboy’s face changes to a soft smile. Pink hearts fill up the screen, which didn’t happen for the other two catboys.  “Wow, that’s good advice. I should get lessons from you. Do you come to the park often?”

The game gives Chay two options:

“Yeah, I love smelling the flowers. How about you?”

“Yeah, I love birdwatching. How about you?”

Chay clicks the first option.

More pink hearts fill the screen. The catboy’s smile gets even bigger and the guitar goes from his lap onto the bench. “Me too. I hate being at home, so I stroll through the park a lot. And flowers feel good when I touch the petals. I wish I could rub my face in them.” The cat boy goes from smiling to shy. “My name is Kim, by the way. What’s your favorite kind of flower?”

The game gives Chay two options:

“Uh, I don’t know the names, but the pink ones?”

*take a pink flower from the bush and put it in Kim’s hair.* “You.”

For shits and giggles, Chay hits the second option.

Red hearts appear on the screen while Kim the Cat boy blushes and touches the pink flower in his hair. “That…” There’s nothing else on the screen before the game gives Chay another two options:

“You look pretty like this.”

“I want to spend my life with you.”

Chay clicks the second option.

Suddenly, Chay’s phone becomes warm. Then hot. The app goes black and his phone shuts down, but now it’s burning in his hands. With a yelp, Chay drops his phone, and a silvery white beam erupts from it, blinding him. A strange breeze sweeps up the papers off his desk, and it picks up speed as Chay covers his eyes and feels his shirt billow against the gusts of wind. 

There’s a loud thud, a soft groan.

Chay uncovers his eyes as the light dims.

A man in a gray shirt and light wash jeans is heaped onto the floor. With a flower in his hair.

Not a man.

A cat boy.

Chay feels faint as the man-cat-boy hybrid stands up and dusts off his pants. “Your life… with me?” as if Kim is continuing the same conversation from the game. 

Chay can hardly breathe. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispers.

Still looking shy, Kim the man-cat-boy hybrid repositions the flower carefully. “I think it’s too soon to move in with each other. Maybe we can…” He looks up towards Chay. “I’m hungry. Do you… do you want to go get some noodles?”

[anticidic]

Hi I really love your dazai shape-shifting cat and owner chuuya AU do u think u could give more headcanons I'm thinking about writing a fic like this and need a few more ideas it's also just a really cool idea if not that's fine no pressure and I hope you have a good day😁🩵

(Sry if that sounded weird or hard to read I'm really tired and bad at talking lol😅)

Hi there!! And you're all good, I understood :)

But YES! It's my time to shine and continue yapping about this idea because I think it's so cute and has so much potential, so here's some headcanons:

After Dazai learned of Chuuya's usual routine of going to work in the morning and coming home inthe evening about the same time every day, he started shifting back into his human form and just lazing around on the couch watching movies and raiding the pantry (Dazai even goes as far as to make emergency snack runs to replace Chuuya's food so it doesn't look suspicious)

Since Chuuya took Dazai in around November when it starts getting cold and winter frost starts happening, Dazai's favorite place to nap as a cat is curled up by the fireplace and on a cushion

Dazai likes to do the kneading thing that cats do with their paws, but he'll randomly do it to Chuuya's legs or sides while they're in bed

Speaking of paws, he likes filing his nails on Chuuya's couch like the little shit he is (and Chuuya's shooed him away so many times, and even picked Dazai up and talked sternly to Dazai)

Chuuya actually really loves spoiling Dazai, he felt so bad about the state Dazai was in as a stray — pretty thin, dull coat, dirty. And now Chuuya buys him nice toys, premium kitty food, (even has shared scraps of his own meals like pieces of fish or chicken shhh), bathes and brushes Dazai's fur regularly.

Chuuya tried the catnip thing but it didn't seem to work on Dazai. Or maybe it did. Dazai's already kinda rambunctious and likes running around.

Dazai actually gets disappointed whenever Chuuya has to go out for work or do things. It means less attention from his owner and being all alone.

But Dazai's also the clingy kind of cat where he loves his owner and will snuggle with Chuuya but he hisses at literally everyone else. He's had to be put in timeout in the bedroom once for acting out when Chuuya had a friend over.

Chuuya tried to put a little outfit on cat Dazai once and it didn't go very well because Dazai never stops squirming, but Chuuya DID manage to get a nice diamond—embroidered collar

Dazai's HIGHLY considered coincidentally bumping into Chuuya outside of their home in his human form just to see how Chuuya would feel about him

When Dazai's eventually caught sleeping as a human by Chuuya, it could either be by sheer accident like Chuuya happened to come home earlier than expected or Dazai felt comfortable enough to reveal himself

[dangermousie]

I think by now it's clear that I am beyond obsessed and I've put all my airing dramas on hold to watch L&P in all my available time.

Some of it makes me so nostalgic - the drama conveys the discovery and urgency and giddiness of young love so well. When she sneaks out of her house in the middle of the night to go see him (and he came and stayed in a hotel near her house on the off chance of seeing her!) - when she fusses with her make up and spray, when she runs and then when she walks into a little hotel to discover him playing cards with the elderly fellow guests and the look on his face because he told her the hotel and to come over but it's one of his many brash comments and I don't think he ever expected her to actually do so. To sneak out of her house, the ultimate good girl, to see him.

When he tries to play it cool and everyone knows it for what it is...

He invites her to his room because it's not like they can hang out anywhere else and the story conveys so well her nervousness (she's a proper girl going to a boy's hotel room in the middle of the night alone) but also her trying to both save his face and find an acceptable excuse why she can stay (because she wants to, but it's of course more mentally comfortable when she doesn't have to be confronted with how much.)

He's so startled. Oh God, they are so impossibly young.

Of course, he's his usual self...

When she quickly scurries in and he's so pleased. heh.

This is amazing.

His face as it sinks in. He wants her badly and it's glorious to see.

Oh, Li Xun. I genuinely laughed at this.

The epic awkwardness!

She is so blatantly jealous and he's so delighted. You know, her so openly being jealous over him, and thoughtful and fussing and cherishing him is like CATNIP to this dude's issues.

Screaming!

He gives her her share of money they made and god, they are such babies and I don't want anything bad to ever happen to them but I know it will!

[konigsblog]

Mmmhmrmfhrhfgfph I want to be Graves' kitty cat so bad :(( wearing a collar with his name on it and getting shown off to 141 and his shadows :(( getting high off catnip and him watching as my pupils dilate and I knead at his plush thighs :( purring loudly and rubbing my face into his chest to get him all messed up with my scent :( petting my head as I start to fall asleep on him while he works :( I just know he'd take such good care of me and be so possesive about it :(

all his men are so jealous of him :( an obedient kitty, listening to all his demands and orders, doing whatever he asked. but the shadows decided to have some fun with you; giving you a bunch of catnip, watching as you become needy and loopy, whimpering and whining for graves !!

eventually, they bring you over to him. he's doing paperwork, looking and analysing files to make sure they're up to date, before you're thrown onto his big lap :(( “gra..ves..” your pupils are dialated and large, the scent of the catnip following you form, mewling when you feel his hands scratch at your ears. his shadows quickly run off, making sure they weren't confronted, another excusing that you got into the bag accidentally :(((

you dig your nails into his chest, nuzzling your cheek against him, rubbing your scent all over his form. shadow company's kitty (graves's kitty..) can't get enough of his touch, whining whenever he pulls away to write something down, begging to be touched 24/7 !!

[minhio22]

Cat Cafe??

Hokusai Masaki x reader

I said i wanted to write a short one but i feel like its long?? Kfgdidbdjdb anyways not me letting my requests rot eventho i should write them. ill get to it soon fkdvdjufj

You had asked Hokusai out for a date. It was one of those days where you actually had time off from your job so you decided it would be nice to spend some quality time with your boyfriend. There was a place you had in mind and you were hoping he would like it.

A couple of train stops and in an unsuspecting road that's littered with food stalls and roadside restaurants there was a tiny store. Anyone who didn't pay attention as they passed by wouldn't realise it as it had no signboards of the sorts. The only thing indicating the existence of the store was a long cat rug hung up on the wall of the entrance. A short staircase leading it's way up. It was a nice cat cafe. You had discovered this place on the account of your friend bringing you there on one of your many hangout sessions.

You gently held Hokusai's hand as you lead him to the place, weaving through the sea of people and passing cars. You were excited and curious as to say the least of what his reaction might be. That was your thought as you ascended the wooden staircase with him, wondering what his reaction to your surprise might be.

Ah but alas, it seems like luck was not on your side. As the place was jammed packed filled with people. Just from peeking at the window you could tell the place was full and as if the amount of people standing in front of the entrance lining up wasn't big enough it seems that your plan to have a nice relaxing day with Hokusai here had come to a bitter end.

You tugged him out of there. Unsure where to go next. You didn't have a place in mind at all. You should've thought of a back up plan. “Ah sorry about that Hokusai. I didn't expect there to be so many people. Especially since it's a weekday.” You rubbed your neck.

“It's fine y/n.” Hokusai patted your head. He could tell you were a bit sulky.

“I didn't think of what to do if it was full. I don't know where to go now….”

“If you'd let me then I have an idea.” It was Hokusai's turn to lead the way. His big hand gently intertwined with yours as you made your way to wherever he had in mind.

As you followed him the amount of people dwindled and the streets became quieter. Eventually you followed him to a tranquil neighborhood and reached the playground that was nestled in the middle. He brought you to a huge tree that was standing tall near the clearing of the playground.

“Hokusai, what do you have in mind?” You were quite perplexed as to why he brought you here out of all places.

He didn't answer you as he brought out a tin of wet cat food and opened it. Placing it on the ground near the tree. It was bait as some stray cats and kittens smelled the food and came running to the source. Hokusai seemed pleased as he gestured to you to come closer.

You compiled and the next thing you know you and Hokusai were sitting on the ground petting the cats.

“Ah so this is what you had in mind.” You said as you pet a cat that was sitting on your lap.

“I thought this would be better than the cat cafe, no?” Hokusai hummed. He rummaged in his pocket and handed you one of those catnip sticks.

You opened it and instinctively the cat's head darted to your hand. The closest one, who was an orange kitten, started licking the catnip as you tore the sachet open and squeezed it out bit by bit. You also shared it around with all the cats there. Trying to give each and everyone of them a taste. To you it was ticklish since their tongue would dart up to lap up the catnip. The sensation of being licked by a cat is a unique one. Its texture is that of sandpaper but not as rough and although it feels like it's dry when you touch it you will feel the remnants of some saliva.

Hokusai was watching you play with the cats as an affectionate smile adorned his mouth. It didn't bother him that your plans for the date were thwarted but he was happy to be with you regardless. You and Hokusai spend the rest of the day playing with cats as the each of you leaned against each others shoulders for the rest of the afternoon until it was time to go.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Inkubus x Reader || Headcanons

Plot/Topic: Ink develops a proclivity for transforming into a little grey cat whenever it suits him.

Warnings: x1 Mention of dead animals.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @slxsherwriter , @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

You can turn yourself into a cat!?-

Mhm, of course, how do you think I travel? Do you think that I pay full fare???

... ...

He hasn't done this for centuries, so he's a little rusty at first; slipping on hardwood floors and tile on little paws, and other clumsy little mistakes. It's funny while it lasts, but he gets the hang of it quickly again.

He starts to transform whenever you're angry with him. You come home looking to tear into him for showing up at your work and theres a God Damn cat perched patiently on top of your couch. It tilts its head at you. Can you really be mad at an innocent little cat?? He knows he's cute, the bastard.

Transforms when you're asleep, and you have so many damn cushions he can't fit in your bed with you as a man, so that he can slip onto a pillow next to your head, curl up and take a nap with you. You wake up to find that sleek old grey cat purring by you.

Introducing him, as a your pet kitty, to friends and family who visit. XD He is the most grumpy, unresponsive pet in existance. He bites people if they try to pat him! He even nibbles your fingers a little too sharply- take That, Y/N.

Not-at-all responsive to catnip. No. Don't even think about that.

Startles you in the dark (When you get up in the middle of the night for water, after you turn off you TV at night when it was the only light in the room, when you're getting into or out of bed, etc) when suddenly you feel the brush of a tail against your legs, which is bad enough, and then he, a MAN appears in your room beside you. Jesus-

-christ, Ink, don't scare me like that!! I could've had a heartattack.

Oh, my bad. It didn't occur to me that you would be startled. I'll try to be more mindful in the future.

=_= ... yes you did. =_= And no you won't.

Yes, I did (: And no... I won't (:

Him being your emotional support animal when you're anxious, or having a particularly bad stretch with your depression, or you're just having a bad day, or you're sick. Him creeping onto your lap when you're in tears, like *sigh*... go ahead. And letting you cuddle his soft cat form. Him watching TV while you run your fingers through his fur so many times it's like silk by the time you're calm.

Take a moment here- imagine the moment in the middle of the night when you're cosy in your bed, mostly asleep by awake enough to notice the moment Ink changes back from a cat into a man behind you. The dip getting deeper suddenly on the mattress by you and the warmth increasing on your back. The purring changing into a contented, human sigh as he shifts and wraps an arm around you to guide you closer.

Inkubus giving you a neighbourhood reputation as a witch!! Everyone knows about the mysterious, dark grey cat that wonders around your home. How it won't respond to anyone but you. How you'll notice it out your window, let it in and then... well, some people (busybodies. curious children. the folk across the way who happen to look over out their kitchen window at just the right moment) have noticed through that same window: what looks to be a man in there who wasn't there before, all of a sudden. Sometimes there's a kiss between you and Him.

The Man is always glimpsed through your windows, but he is never seen entering and he's never seen leaving your house- just that cat.

Its all very odd and strange to everyone and sometimes Ink will wonder, as the cat of course, over to other houses just to hear what they're saying about him. Maybe you're caring for an unwell relative? Maybe you're a kidnapper? Maybe you summoned something unsavoury one night and it wont leave? He likes that last one, best. They don't know how right they are~ Though he summons himself, thank you very much. He should summon himself right into their bedroom in the middle of the night and give them a good scare for thinking of him as such a low-level imp.

What must the rest of the street think? You wonder outloud one afternoon, chuckling and shaking your head after shooing Ink away from the window. They see a cat come in, they see a cat go. And then there's an old man in my kitchen they never saw come in.

Oh, they think that you abducted your invalid grandfather, he tells you casually, hanging over the stew you're brewing and sneaking a taste.

Your head snaps his way. -what!?

And, of course- Inkubus does not need any excuse, to be a menace... but I'm sure being a cat does allow him to play a few tricks on you, and perhaps the neighbours, that he couldn't as a man XD Like popping out of small dark places to startle you, like leaving small dead animals on particular neighbours front door mats, etc. He cant help it. He's a menace.