Lest with a Reader who was a canine vastaya
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“Lest With A Canine Vastaya Reader.”
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A/N: I’m coincidentally writing some arcane women x feline vastaya reader so this was a welcomed surprise ♡
Tags: Fluff, romantic fluff, soft intimacy, instinct-driven relationship, anthro romance, feral affection, emotionally intimate, affectionate teasing, yearning, tender intimacy, touch starved, grooming habits, physical affection, purring, nuzzling, possessive undertones, makeout sessions, emotional vulnerability.
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• Lest never planned on settling down into a relationship, not with her line of work and not with her own internal dilemmas — until you and your stupidly charming smile dug your way into her life.
• You were an amusing client, she enjoyed being in your presence and ever so loved the idea of being more like herself and not the ego stroking facade she had built over the years.
• But when service became favor, she realized things were deeper than she intended them to get.
• At first, she’d tease whenever you got clingy. “Again?” she’d hum with amusement as your tail brushed against her leg for the third time that hour.
• Yet somehow, she always let it happen.
• Your presence came to soften her in subtle ways. Less tension in her shoulders, less guarded expressions, quieter smiles she only seemed to wear around you.
“What are you doing, hm?” She’d ask with a closed-mouth smile.
“How often people compliment your eyes? Because I can sure beat them to it.”
“Nice try — but you didn’t answered me, honey.” She scoffed.
• It didn’t took you two long to get entangled, not at all.
• Late nights become her favorite. Wandering Zaun together, shoulder to shoulder, your arm occasionally bumping hers while distant machinery echoed through the streets.
• Sometimes silence and pace was everything you needed. No words — no need to.
• Lest learns your habits frighteningly fast. The sound of your footsteps, the many different signals your ears give out, the difference between an irritated and a tired growl. The list stretches.
• She also never expected physical affection to become such a natural part of her routine, until she caught herself leaning into your touch before she even realized what she was doing.
You and Lest understood each other in ways humans simply… don’t. Certain instincts never need explaining between the two of you.
• “Careful,” she muttered quietly.
• “Hm?”
• “Your ears flatten whenever you’re lying.”
• The look you gave her afterward was almost offended. Almost.
• Your relationship becomes heavily instinct-driven over time. You naturally gravitate toward each other in crowded places without thinking, always aware of where the other is. It’s not possessive, it’s a type of connection that isn’t often seen in opposites.
• Your scent, the color and texture of your fur, everything is an addition to her love dictionary of you.
Lest also acts amused whenever your more canine behaviors show through around her;
• “You’re growling again.”
• “I’m not.”
• “You thought my last client was a bit far too… flirty?.”
• “Lest—!”
• “Knew it.”
• Yet she secretly finds it endearing how transparent you emotionally become despite attempting otherwise.
• Small things also become routine!
• Lest especially grows attached to the simple intimacy of grooming habits. Brushing fur from your clothes, fixing strands of hair absentmindedly, fingers lingering against your ears longer than necessary.
• She even grew to observe you enjoy chin scratches, comically so.
•But when it comes to closer intimacy, it twirls into an interesting descend.
Lest flirts like she’s testing you. Half-smirks, teasing remarks, slow compliments delivered like she’s trying to see whether you’ll stumble over them.
• “You always look at me like that?”
• “Like what?”
• “Like you’re planning something.”
• Her smile only widened slightly. “Maybe I am.”
• Making out with Lest is rarely rushed.
• It usually starts subtle; lingering touches, quiet staring, her fingers brushing beneath your jaw while she studies your reaction carefully.
• Like she enjoys the anticipation just as much as the affection itself.
• She loves when you get visibly affected by her attention, ears twitching in anticipation at anything she does. Tail moving before you realize it, slowly wagging at any of her pretenses.
•She absolutely bathes in your antics.
• Despite how confident she acts, she secretly enjoys whenever you initiate affection first. Pulling closer by the waist, resting your forehead against hers, interrupting her teasing with a kiss just to shut her up.
• It catches her off guard every single time. And she loves it.
• Lest develops a habit of holding your face gently whenever she kisses you — thumb brushing against your cheek, claws carefully retracted so she never scratches you accidentally.
•Unless you’re into being scratched? She won’t judge. ;)
• There’s something unusually tender about it, tho.
“Like… this?” Lest let out a synchronized hum, dragging her nails gently against your forearm.
“Lest!” You gasped, tensioning in your spot.
“Thought so.” She snickered.
• Your Vastayan instincts make physical closeness feel almost addictive after a while. Shimmer? Forget that crap, she’s a walking drug.
• The way your tails wrap around each other under tables, or how your hands naturally find each other in crowded spaces, or just when you serve her as a furry warmth during Zaun’s coldest days.
• Makeout sessions with her are dangerous in the sense that they tend to linger; slow, deliciously distracting. The kind that make conversations trail off halfway because neither of you remembers what you were talking about anymore.
• She loves feeling your fur against hers, just nuzzling her nose against your chest as she doesn’t even bothers to hide her purring.
• “You’re impossible.” You’d murmur.
• “And yet,” she hummed softly against your lips, “you keep putting up with me.”
• Lest especially loves when the two of you are alone after long days. Just her bands resting against your waist and her face buried in your neck, taking in your addictive scent.
• Sometimes she kisses you simply because she can. Mid-conversation, mid-sentence… Just to watch you lose your train of thought afterward.
• She finds it endlessly entertaining.
• You eventually realize affection is one of the few things that genuinely quiets her mind, and yours just as much.
• And maybe that was the real problem.
“Because in the bussing of Zaun whatever you two shared wasn’t just attraction.”
• It was love.
