I live!!! I'm not sure how many of my followers are still around and are going to see this, but to those of you who do sorry it's been so long! I just haven't mentally felt up to writing and so fell off the bandwagon for a good long while and have just been reading.
However, I've been feeling inspired again and am hoping to jump in and use the requests already in my inbox to complete the Nanowrimo challenge! If you'd like more details on what's coming up please feel free to click the keep reading button so you can see what's in the works!
My How He Shows You Affection Series will hopefully be completed! In order I have...
Lilia Vanrouge (In progress)
Idia Shroud (In progress)
Sebek Zigvolt (In progress)
Vil Schoenheit (In progress)
Azul Ashengrotto (In progress)
Rook Hunt (Not Started)
Trey Clover (Not Started)
Ruggie Bucchi (Not Started)
Kalim al Asim (Not Started)
Epel Felmier (Not Started)
Riddle Rosehearts (Not Started)
Ace Trappola (Not Started)
Deuce Spade (Not Started)
Silver (Not Started
Malleus Draconia (Not Started)
Neige LeBlanche (Not Started)
Che'nya (Not Started)
For Requests I have...
Interacting with Floyd through the Mirror part 2 (In progress)
How Jade Pines for You (In Progress)
Azul Comforting You (In Progress)
Cater Comforting Genderfluid Reader (In Progress)
Jamil's Wedding (In Progress)
You and Jamil Getting Interrupted (In Progress)
How Jack Spends Time With You (In Progress)
Interacting with Jade Through the Mirror (Not Started)
Insecure Reader x Savanaclaw Boys (Not Started)
You Really Like Epel's Dialect (Not Started)
Dancing With You x Jamil and Jack (Not Started)
Favorite Types of Kisses x Jamil and Jack (Not Started)
Please Just Tell Me What's Wrong x Floyd and Jade (Not Started)
Protecting Floyd (Not Started)
Jamil's Child From the Future (Not Started)
Comforting Cater (Not Started)
Cater Diamond NSFW Headcannons (Not Started)
For My New Series 50 different types of Kisses I Have...
1/50 Complete
2/50 In Progress
47/50 Planned
And in case that wasn't enough I'm also writing a series inspired by Coralinnii (whose permission I've already received) about isekai into a villains world. I plan to write for...
Ace Trappola
Riddle Rosehearts
Leona Kingscholar
Ruggie Bucchi
Floyd Leech
Jade Leech
Vil Schoenheit
Kalim al Asim
Lilia VanRouge
Malleus Draconia
This I will have my hands very full and the reason I've closed requests! They will probably open up again after I've got a good chunk of this done, but we'll see!
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Summary: You get dragged into a demonic summoning ritual on Halloweeen and somehow end up in a Deal with a Devil.
10.9K+ Words
General Warnings: Swearing, NSFW 18+ minors dni!, Demon Summoning Ritual, mentions of past rape/non-con (but none in story), mentions of death/murder/selling your soul, relationship negotiations, mentions of demon babies
NSFW Warnings: Smut and a bit of fluff, monster fucking, demon!Kuroo, switch!reader and switch!Kuroo, slight somnophilia (Could maybe be classed dubcon but is actually enthusiastically consented to), brief/minor choking, degradation/praise, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation, strange dick, slight cock-warming, very mild blood play (vampire type stuff), breeding kink
âWhy did I let you talk me into this again?â you asked your friend, keeping your voice low as you eyed your surroundings dubiously.
It was Halloween and still fairly early in the evening, the sun was just about to set, and both you and she were dressed to kill in costumes that made you feel utterly sexy. Youâd been looking forward to a night out, to cutting loose and having fun, barhopping or maybe finding a nice club to dance the night away in. Unfortunately your friend had other plans.
Sheâd always been into the occult, absolutely one of those who believed in things like demons and ghosts without question. She was superstitious as hell, refusing to step on cracks in the sidewalk, zealously avoiding ladders, refusing to kill ladybugs, and practically barricading herself inside her room whenever Friday the 13th rolled around. The one time sheâd accidentally broken a mirror sheâd been near hysterical and had gone to get herself cleansed.
You werenât nearly as wary as she was, and were far more skeptical of the supernatural, finding her a bit too needlessly dramatic over things you personally viewed as inconsequential and silly. Still she was a good friend outside of that, and it wasnât hurting you or her to let her believe as she pleased so you let it go and simply indulged or ignored her little habits.
Which was how you somehow found yourself here, not scouting a nice bar or standing in line for a club, but in the middle of a forest clearing, your nice heels sinking into the dirt as you desperately tried not to roll an ankle.
âYou said you were having a dry spell, right?â she sassed, though she kept the words quiet so as to not disturb the other women who were shuffling around the clearing, making preparations, drawing strange lines and symbols on the grass with a black tarry looking substance, âWell this is going to put an end to that!â
It was true youâd broken up with your boyfriend months ago, the two of you parting on amicable terms, the spark of your relationship having simply died out and while youâd had a few dates since, there hadnât been any sort of chemistry with them, definitely nothing that made you want to bring them home with you even just for a one night stand. Thus youâd been making do with your good friend Mr. Rabbit but it was nowhere near as fulfilling as you knew a partner could be.
âAnd how is this supposed to do that exactly?â you asked her skeptically as you eyed the candles that were being placed around the circle, âWouldnât being at a club and finding a nice man to dance with be more productive?â
âMadame Carver says this ritual will increase your drives and fulfill your desires,â your friend told you excitedly, practically bouncing in place, âApparently it will help with just about anything you want to do. I personally, am hoping it helps me with finishing my stupid Thesis at long last.â
You donât get the chance to ask her just who this Madame Carver is as a woman approaches and passes both of you red candles before ushering you into a place around the circle theyâve created. Youâre not sure how theyâre arranging people, but you end up separated from your friend, standing between two strangers.
A quick glance around the circle shows that everyone present is female, and while some are clearly eager, some nervous, others, the ones you relate to most, look just as skeptical as you feel about this whole thing, which does make you feel better. Honestly, you feel more than a bit ridiculous, but for your friendâs sake youâll stay and get whatever the hell this is over with so you can go out and actually enjoy yourself without her sulking about missing it. Personally you think heightened desires isnât exactly what youâre looking for at the moment, youâre pent up enough as it is, but you doubt this silly thing is going to hurt anyone so you see no harm in going through with it.
You were so caught up in your thoughts you almost miss the entrance of a woman dressed all in red, the shade a bright crimson that reminds you of blood. She was a regal looking woman, not traditionally beautiful but striking nonetheless with dark riotous curls and strong features, bronze skin almost glowing in the little light left from the quickly setting sun.
As she stepped into the center of the circle youâd formed with the other women she took a glance around and you had to admire her dedication to her roll. Her eyes had been a shocking crimson color, one that matched her dress, and had what almost looked like a catâs slut pupil. You wondered if after the ceremony or whatever sheâd be offended if you asked where she got her colored contacts from, because theyâd looked seriously impressive.
âWelcome, my sisters,â she greeted, her voice a warm, deep, mesmerizing contralto. Just listening to those three brief words you could see how she could con people into believing she was some kind of witch or mystic, she certainly sounded the part and you had no doubt that this was the Madam Carver your friend had mentioned.
âBefore we begin our ceremony this Samhain night a final warning,â she told the group, spinning in a slow circle to make eye contact with everyone as if to impress the seriousness of her words, âWhile this ceremony is meant to ensure youâre granted your deepest of desires, never forget that for everything received there must be something given, a price paid in body, blood, or soul. Demons will always fulfill their end of the bargain, their very being demands it, however they are demons at the end of the day, they will never grant you something for nothing.â
Your friend had definitely not mentioned anything about paying any sort of price for this whacko ritual and if sheâd been in your line of sight you wouldâve been glaring at her. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for you she was somewhere off to your right and you couldnât actually see her unless you stepped out of your place, something you werenât quite willing to do just yet.
However, the minute someone asked you to cut yourself to donate blood, tried to sacrifice someone or started an orgy you were nope-ing the fuck out. Like hell were you going to participate in anything like that. The orgy mightâve been something you could be down for if there were men present, but you simply werenât all that sexually attracted to women.
âIf anyone wants to leave, now is the time to do so,â Madame Carver warned seriously, pulling you from your slightly panicked thoughts, âOnce the pact is made there is no turning back.â
Several of the women around the circle shifted anxiously, but none of them actually made a move to go, the power of peer pressure and either fervent belief or blatant skepticism keeping everyone in place.
You tried to reassure yourself that your friend would never be involved in blood or human sacrifice of any kind, which was reassuring, though the reminder that she was apparently willing to deal with so called demons wasnât exactly comforting. You didnât particularly believe in them, but you knew she did, so either she was more desperate to finish her Thesis than youâd thought or she thought the ritual was harmless, either way it probably wouldnât be too bad right?
âVery well, if everyone is ready, letâs begin,â Madame Carver announced solemnly after a few seconds when no one moved, âDonât forget that during the ritual you must think of that which you desire most, hold it tightly in your mind lest you accidentally leave your contract open ended.â
With that final warning she stepped forward to the woman who was standing at what looked like some kind of nexus point in the circle, hand reaching out. You were sure how she hid the lighter but a small flame sprang forth and lit the candle the woman was holding in an impressive bit of sleight of hand. The woman lit the candle of the woman to her left, who did the same with the woman to her left, each woman continuing on as they passed the flame carefully around the circle.
Youâd been a bit anxious about your turn afraid youâd embarrass yourself by dropping your candle or somehow setting something on fire, but you managed to accept the flame from the woman next to you, a pretty blonde with the brightest green eyes youâd ever seen, who also seemed to be wearing some kind of colored contact lenses that gave her a slit pupil, and passed the flame on to the woman next to you.
Once everyone was holding a lit candle Madam Carver went back to the center of the circle and began to chant. You had no idea what she was saying or what language it was, if it was any sort of language at all or just speaking tongues, but it sounded impressive at least. Skeptical though you were you couldnât deny there was definitely something in the air, though you put that down to anticipation from the true believers among the women you couldnât help but be a little drawn into it yourself.
As she chanted a strange sort of wind began to blow, a scent filling the clearing that was strangely alluring, spicy, and masculine, the kind of scent that wouldâve caught your attention no matter the man wearing it, it was that tempting. The sound of faint whispers, interspersed with low grumbles, like the vibration of a manâs voice when you had your ear pressed to their chest swirled through the air around you, humming deep in your bones as Madame Carver continued to chant, her voice slowly but surely rising in volume, her body appearing to be under an almost physical strain as the scent grew stronger and the voices grew louder.
You didnât even realized how utterly enraptured you were by it, drawn in by sight, smell and sound the faint wind almost like the caress of fingers against your skin. Something in the air made you feel hypnotized, almost hazy, everything feeling a bit not quite right, something flickering in and out of the corner of your vision as if daring you to turn your head to look, only it felt far too heavy to move.
It felt like there were eyes on you, looking, judging, inspecting, appraising your worthiness, and yet instead of feeling intimidated you instead felt oddly aroused your skin tingling with eager anticipation. A strange feeling, almost like hand caressed the back of your neck, not quite grasping it, but hovering close enough you could feel the heat of it on your skin.
The strange whispering had become more coherent almost forming words you could understand now as what felt like warm slow breaths puffed against your cheek, each one bringing a new wave of that dizzying scent that sent little sparks of arousal trembling down your limbs.
âBe mine, kitten,â a warm voice cooed in your ear, the sound sultry, low and tempting, the kind that had your thighs clamping together your panties dampening in want, a voice practically made for the bedroom, âBe mine, enter covenant with me, be mine.â
The voice kept whispering, coaxing, cajoling, as Madame Carver continued to chant, combined with the sweet scent, the warmth you could now feel traveling up your spine as if a strong body as bare millimeters from being plastered to your back, and that terrible, tempting voice that made all of you quake with need was too much. Even if you hadnât been going through a dry spell you already knew your answer wouldâve been the same.
âYes,â you agreed, unsure whether you were saying the word aloud or just thinking it to yourself but hoping to convey acceptance, your want, your need, to whatever being was whispering away in your ear.
âThen, itâs a deal my pretty kitten,â the voice agreed with a pleased sounding chuckle, something that felt like lips pressed themselves to the space just behind your ear, sending a strange scorching heat through you, making you feel weak with desire.
Madame Carverâs voice was almost at a fever pitch, rising higher and higher before giving a final shout. It was like being dunked in a bucket of ice water, the word catching your attention, making your whole body stiffen, the warmth against your back disappearing so quickly it left you question whether it had ever been there at all, as suddenly every candle in the circle went out at the same time, leaving only the ones at the center of the circle surrounding Madame Carver still alight.
Goosebumps rippled across your skin as you tried to make head or tails of what had just happened. It felt as if youâd been deep below the surface of a lake or ocean and suddenly broke through taking a deep rasping breath that returned you to a dizzying sort of clarity as you tried desperately to catch your bearings.
âCongratulations,â Madame Carverâs voice was like a lifesaver an anchor that managed to help ground you back into reality. A distant part of you was surprised at how smooth it still sounded given sheâd been chanting and shouting nearly nonstop for who knows how long, âYour deals are now set, and you are free to go about your evening as you will.â
âHowever,â she warned, âDonât forget the deal youâve struck, for they surely will not and to renege upon it would be disastrous. For your own sake be careful.â
You shivered slightly at her ominous words, not quite sure what to make of them. Youâd gotten so caught up in that strange ritual, in the atmosphere, in everything that all your skepticism had disappeared. However, now that it had finished you found clarity returning, your logical mind slowly coming up with explanations for what had happened.
The voices? Cleverly hidden speakers, surround sound no doubt with a queued soundtrack. The scent? The candles obviously, if a woman wasnât coming around to collect them youâd be tempted to take yours home, but in the end surrendered it graciously. The warmth at your back? The feeling of it all? Obviously your admittedly vivid imagination and your desperate need to get laid playing tricks on you.
âThat was intense!â your friend told you as she practically bounded up to you, eyes a little wild and smile almost manic in its intensity.
âYou could say that again,â you agreed wholeheartedly, gladly linking your arm with hers as the two of you made your way back to where youâd left your car, surrounded by the other women who all looked as swept away or dazed as you felt.
âI canât wait to work on my Thesis, Iâm going to be so inspired Iâm sure of it,â your friend babbled eagerly as the two of you climbed in the car.
âIâm sure,â you assured her, indulgent, mostly because while you doubted the ritual actually worked the placebo effect wasnât to be underestimated and even this was the most inspired youâd seen her to work on it in a long time.
The two of you both drove back into town as she babbled on, clearly energized and excited, high on the adrenaline of it all and ready to fulfill her goal. Personally you were more than ready to fulfill yours too, now more than ever you were determined to find someone tonight and finally get laid, especially since your libido was apparently causing you to hallucinate.
Except, unfortunately it didnât seem to work out that way. Several men approached as you and your friend clubbed and bar hopped into the early hours of the morning, and while youâd had a good time dancing with a few, none of them really caught your interest, even if they were clearly more than interested in you.
The most action youâd gotten were a few sloppy kisses before deciding you werenât into it and promptly bailing. Even stranger, all night youâd felt like there were eyes on you, as if someone was constantly watching. It shouldnât have been so strange, youâd dressed to attract male eyes on purpose, youâd wanted people to look at you. However, there was something almost dangerous about his particular gaze, even though you couldnât tell where it was coming from no matter how hard you looked.
It felt predatory in a way that sent shivers down your spine, though strangely not fearful ones. It almost felt like you were playing a game with someone, pleasurable and mutual and doubtless going to end in pleasure on both ends, especially since your gut insisted it was the same person every time.
Which shouldâve been utterly ridiculous, especially as youâd kept very aware of your surroundings, not even touching the freely flowing alcohol since you were designated driver for the night. Not once did you see anyone following you when you migrated from bar to club to bar and back again, meeting up with mutual friends and just generally having a good time. It shouldâve been impossible for someone to follow you all night long and yetâŠ
In the end your friend had stayed with a group of mutual friends you knew and trusted and you went home feeling a combination of exhausted and wired, frustrated and yet strangely anticipatory as if something else was going to happen. That was completely and utterly ridiculous of course, as the only thing that could happen was finally getting out of your heels, washing your face, and stripping off your costume which stank of sweat and alcohol not surprising considering the night youâd had. You took a quick shower to wash the night off you, not bothering with more clothing than a pair of underwear before trundling over to your bed.
Unsure what exactly to do with yourself, feeling pent up and wired despite it being almost four in the morning youâd pulled out your laptop to watch some Netflix but only got ten minutes into the episode of the show you were watching before exhaustion hit like a freight train. You only just managed to put the laptop away before collapsing into your pillows.
You felt strange, oddly weightless, in a place between dreaming and waking. There was sensation, warm hands running slowly up and down your bare sides as warm lips traced a path down the center of your throat, your body arching into the sensation, pressing closer as a face nuzzled between your bare breasts.
There was a warm heavy weight between your legs pressing you into the mattress, and your hands came up automatically one hand tangling into thick silky hair and the other finding a strongly muscled back as a quiet moan left your lips.
To your displeasure the mouth lifted away from your body, and you slowly blinked your eyes open, a pout on your lips as you stared up at the shape hovering above you.
âAwake are you kitten?â his voice was a deep, rumbling purr, seductive and teasing sending shivers of arousal through you as you tried to focus your eyes even as your entire body felt heavy and languid.
The man above you was probably the most beautiful man youâd ever laid eyes on and a distant part of you quietly congratulated your imagination and your subconscious for dreaming him up for you. His eyes were glowing golden with a vertically slit pupil that vaguely reminded you of the contacts Madame Carver had been wearing at the ritual.
His hair was thick and dark, with bangs that were swept to the side nearly covering one of his eyes and the rest of it stuck out at odd angles despite how soft it felt against your fingers. There was a devious looking smirk curling his lips that revealed canines that looked slightly too sharp, set beneath a thin bladed nose and high cheekbones.
However, what really drew your eyes were the two black horns growing from his scalp just behind his hair line, and the strange glittering patches of color on his skin that looked almost like scales, trailing over his cheekbones, down the sides of his face and down his neck. It was utterly inhuman, and curiously you untangled your fingers from his hair, tracing them down the side of his face towards his neck feeling the odd ridges beneath your fingers.
Despite the strangeness of it, you found yourself unbothered, as even with the strange looking adornments that clearly marked him as something not human he was still one of the most attractive men youâd ever laid eyes on. Looking at him you didnât think youâd ever wanted anyone more in your life.
You figured your subconscious was still focused on Halloween and the strange ritual youâd agreed to participate in earlier, after all why else would he have the same voice as the one youâd heard before? Still you werenât about to protest.
A content hum slipped past your lips as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and tugged him forward. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he came along willingly enough, his lips meeting your own in a kiss that left you utterly breathless. The hand that had lingered at his back traced up his spine, relishing the strange feel of scales beneath your palm as you tasted him.
He was a fantastic kisser, teasing your mouth open with kitten licks and sharp little nips, his clever tongue tangling with your own, the heat of it making you moan into his mouth, which had his lips curling up beneath yours in clear amusement and masculine satisfaction.
You shifted your hips slightly, thighs spreading wider to accommodate his weight between them aware of the needy ache in your core, and the wetness that pooled in your panties with every movement of his mouth against yours.
Tracing your hand further down his spine you were surprised to feel something strange beneath your fingers, jutting out from his tailbone. Distracted for a brief moment from his kiss you realized that he had a tail of all things, and as your fingers probed curiously around the base he let out a low, pleased groan into your mouth, his hips grinding into yours, letting you feel a very prominent bulge that felt like nothing youâd ever had between your legs before.
âCareful now kitten,â he urged, his voice practically a growl in your ear, âIâm going nice and easy on you now, since youâre being so nice and compliant, but if you tease me like that I might have to get rough.â
âMm and what if I like that?â you teased, utterly breathless but still able to find your tongue.
He jolted, clearly a bit surprised as he pulled away so he could peer into your eyes, before a slow smirk spread across his face, clear delight in his glowing eyes as he crooned at you, âOh kitten, you and I are going to have such fun together. I knew there was a reason I was so drawn to you.â
âYou think so do you?â you challenged, something about him making you feel wild, daring and somehow utterly sexy, no doubt the sheer desire clear on his face, âWhy donât you show me then pretty boy?â
He let out a wild cackle of laughter, the sound at complete odds with his dangerous appearance, and sexy demeanor in a way that was surprisingly endearing for something you were almost sure was a demon, amusement and enthralled wonder on his face as he informed you, âIâm no boy, kitten and Iâm going to spend the rest of the day proving it to you if you keep taunting me like that.â
âDo it,â you agreed, with the complete and utter confidence that only those who are fully aware theyâre dreaming and therefore invincible could have, âGive me everything youâve got demon.â
âOh kitten, letâs pray you donât regret that,â he cooed, eyes alight with triumph and blazing desire, before leaning down to recapture your lips with his.
If your previous kisses had been steamy if languid this was on a whole other level. It felt as if he was trying to consume you, every brush of his lips and flick of his tongue shooting sparks of desire down your spine where they pooled in your belly as he began to trace a warm wet path down the side of your neck with open mouthed kisses until he found a sweet spot at the junction of your shoulder that had you moaning, and arching into his steady hold, kept in place by the firm hand that was cupping your jaw and part of your throat.
You hissed at the sharp nip of his teeth at the tender skin, almost but not quite enough to break it, the little zing of pain heightening your pleasure as he laved and soothed the area with his tongue before slowly moving downwards.
One of his large hands found your bare breast, cupping and gently massaging the pliant flesh, rolling your pebbled nipple between skilled fingers, and gently tweaking the sensitive little bud in a way that had you writhing, little gasps and sighs leaving your mouth as he worked diligently to leave several marks on the sensitive skin of your upper chest and collarbones.
âLike that do you kitten?â he crooned at you, his words a dark promise against your skin, âYour body is so responsive to me, so sensitive.â
You gasped as his hot wet mouth closed around the other nipple, sucking lightly at it, and flicking it with his tongue. Your hips were desperately seeking friction, grinding up against him as your legs wrapped around his waist, hoping to bring him closer to your aching center.
He let out a rasping chuckle against your skin, but let you pull him close, and you were suddenly reminded that he wasnât quite the same down there as normal human men. You couldnât see him, not pinned and prone as you were, but you could certainly feel him, the alien ridges that reminded you of some of the more exotic dildos youâd seen that claimed to be âribbed for her pleasureâ clear even through the fabric of your panties.
âFuck,â you swore, in both surprise and pleasure and he slowly ground himself against you, letting you feel every ridge and bump against the soaked cloth and proving that he wasnât just shaped differently he was also considerably gifted. You werenât sure what exactly he was packing, but the thought of taking it inside you made you feel as if you were dripping, sheer want making you feel more than a bit dizzy.
âLike that do you kitten?â he purred at you, âLike the feel of demon cock?â
âFuck I want you so bad,â you admitted grinding your hips into his again, wishing youâd been even lazier and not bothered with the panties after your shower either and just slept fully nude so you wouldnât have to deal with the cloth barrier and could feel him against your slick folds.
âMm, so damn responsive,â he purred approvingly, âSuch a good girl for me kitten.â
âNngh⊠feels so good,â you told him, something between a moan and a gasp leaving your lips as his warm hands swept downwards, finding your hips as he sank his teeth into the top of your right breast, no doubt leaving a bruise that would be livid my tomorrow.
You whined unhappily as he pulled away from you, moving so that he was sat back on his heels, and you mightâve verbally protested, if not for the utterly fantastic view his positioning afforded you.
His body was just as desirable as his face, with broad shoulders covered in those same shimmering red scales, that crawled over the sides of his well-muscled chest before following the V of his hips, everything below that line nothing but scales instead of skin even if you could see the strong muscle underneath them. A long thin tail was lashing about behind him, reminding you a bit of a cat about to pounce, covered in bright red scales that faded into a black forked tip, itâs movement caught your attention though not for long as your eyes were drawn downwards to what youâd really wanted to see.
His cock was jutting up proudly between his hips, a darker maroon at the base, but flushed bright red at the weeping tip. The mushroomed head was the same as any normal human males, but the shaft was composed of layered ridges with two sets of bumps running along the underside that reminded you of a Jacobâs ladder piercing and that you knew would rub deliciously inside of you.
You could practically feel your mouth watering, desire making you dizzy with want as he watched you, that same sinful smirk on his lips, masculine pride written all over his face as he teased, âLike what you see kitten?â
âMm like a walking wet dream,â you affirmed, utterly shameless even as a distant part of you began to wonder if this wasnât actually a dream after all.
He let out another surprised cackle of laughter, his whole face lighting up in a way that was almost boyish despite his clearly demonic appearance before assuring you, âDonât worry kitten, Iâm better than any dream could hope to be.â
He made good on his words a second later as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, drawing them down your legs as you noted with some surprise that his nails were pitch black and surprisingly sharp looking, the backs of his veiny hands completely covered in scales, though the insides, fingertips and palms were human skin.
Youâd always liked hands and his were surprisingly fascinating, an alien contrast against your own clearly human skin, and the feel of them as they caressed your thighs, nails dragging teasingly over the soft flesh sending a shiver of want down your spine.
A surprised yip left your mouth as he took hold of your hips and lifted, forcing your shoulders and head into the mattress as your back arched in surprise. It seemed utterly effortless as he hooked your knees over his broad shoulders, leaving his face planted squarely between the junction of your thighs, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass.
âYouâre so wet for me already,â he cooed, staring shamelessly at the open flower between your legs as he breathed in, clearly taking in your scent, âFuck, youâre already dripping wet kitten, and here I was thinking I might actually have to work to prep you to take me.â
You flushed a bit, but the blatant appreciation in his eyes and voice kept any embarrassment at bay as he leaned in to feast between your legs. His tongue was hot against your slick folds, the heat of it actually a bit shocking as he swiped it teasingly over your sensitive clit, making you jerk and whimper in his hold.
âThatâs right kitten,â he encouraged, golden eyes never leaving yours as he laved his tongue against your folds, gathering up your wetness and adding his own slick saliva to the mess between your legs, the slurping sounds he made between words utterly obscene as he commanded, âMewl for me.â
You were helpless to do anything but what heâd asked, his skilled mouth making an utter mess of you as he sucked and laved at your folds, swirling his tongue teasingly around your clit before thrusting it as deep as it could reach inside your hole, which you knew on instinct was much further than a normal human tongue should allow. His firm grip on your ass kept your locked in place even as you writhed unsure whether to press closer to him or pull away as he danced on the edge of perfect sensation and just over the edge of too much.
You were practically putty in his hands and that was before he laid the slick appendage that you werenât even sure could be properly called a tongue across your clit and hissed, the sound making the thing vibrate against the sensitive swollen nub making you practically levitate off the bed, a mewling cry escaping your lips as you came harder than youâd done in your entire life.
He barely gave you any time to recover, just enough to shift your weight so he was holding the small of your back with one hand to free up the other, and bite off three of his nails in quick succession before slicking one up and plunging it into your still quivering core.
It was a testament to his inhuman strength that he managed to keep you from jerking away, the pebbled rasp from the scales on the back of his finger, combined with the unerring crook of his finger right into the soft spot at the front of your walls that had you seeing stars enough to make you arch and writhe.
It was too much at sensation too soon after such an intense orgasm, the pleasure bordering on painful as he snuck another finger in, you could barely comprehend what he was saying past your own mindless pleasure as he cooed praise about how wet and tight you were.
With the addition of a third finger, stretching you open wide came another orgasm, not quite as powerful as the first, but perhaps even more pleasurable bordering on painful as you practically sobbed at the feel of it.
Luckily it seemed the demon was willing to have some mercy, because all he did was watch as you came down from your high, thighs quivering next to his ears, though the site of him as he slowly licked his fingers clean of your juices, eyes never once leaving yours was enough to keep your desire and your attention at a high.
Youâd never in your life felt this needy, and two orgasms that had been that good felt like they shouldâve been more than enough, and yet you found yourself wanting more, a part of you firmly resolved that whatever this was, dream, vision, or reality you werenât going to let it end until you got to feel him move inside you.
âYou taste so sweet kitten,â your demon lover praised a wicked grin on his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you and was savoring every single second of it, âAnd you look so good like this, spread and helpless for me, but weâre nowhere near done yet. You told me to give you everything I had after all, which means weâve barely gotten started.â
âGive it to me,â you intended it to come out more like a command, but the breathless exhilaration in your voice made it sound more like a plea instead, âI want you.â
âSo eager for demon cock, kitten,â he tutted, though from the way his eyes were burning into you, you knew he was loving every second, as he carefully lowered your still weak legs from his shoulders and gently tugging you so your hips were closer to his, palming his cock and dragging the blunt head through your soaked folds as he taunted, âThis what you want pretty kitten? You want this cock inside you?â
âFuck yes,â you breathed, desperate to know what heâd feel like as he moved inside you, âI want it. I want you.â
The hungry look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine, your own need flaring up with just that look as he began to ease himself inside you. Even with how soaked you were and how heâd prepped you beforehand it was still a stretch as he slid inside inch by slow inch.
You let out a shuddering gasp as he bottomed out inside you, the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix in a way that made you shudder at the strange sensation of pain/pleasure deep inside you.
âFuck, look at you kitten, taking me so well,â he praised, his voice low and guttural as he eyed the place where you were joined with something almost like awe on his face, âSo tight and wet for me, like your pussy was made to take demon cock.â
Your walls clenched automatically at the words, something about them sending a deep sense of pleasure through you and he let out a low almost pained groan in response, as he slowly shifted, giving one careful, shallow thrust that pulled a pleasured mewl from your lips.
âSo fucking tight,â he gasped, as his hips slowly thrust in and out of you the ribbed sensation of his cock enough to make you dizzy with pleasure, the sensation of it almost too much especially with the feel of those Jacobâs Ladder bumps rubbing up against your walls. A part of you wondered what it might feel like if you were up on your hands and knees so those bumps could rub up against your g-spot but you were quickly distracted from it as he reached for you, one hand holding your hips in place and the other pressing into your belly below your belly button, his thumb dipping between your outer lips to flick teasingly across your clit.
âPay attention, kitten,â he ordered, eyes locked on yours and his tail swishing behind him, âOr Iâll be forced to make you.â
A part of you wanted to challenge him on it, but you couldnât muster up the energy, not when every stroke of his cock had you seeing stars, your hands twisting into the sheets in order to find something to ground yourself with.
âThatâs right kitten,â he growled at you as his hips slowly began to pick up the pace, âFocus on me, and only on me, on my dick in your perfect little pussy, your sweet little pussy that Iâm going to fill up and taint with demon seed. Better learn to love the sensation pretty kitten because Iâm going to fuck you over and over and over until you overflow with my cum. Iâm going to completely ruin you, turn you into a slut for this demon cock.â
Youâd been right. His voice was utterly perfect for the bedroom, hypnotic, enticing and enough to make you spasm around him with every word, doing something to you that you didnât completely understand but enjoyed every moment of.
Overwhelming pleasure was building in your gut, higher and higher with each thrust of his hips, and before youâd really had any time to really process it you were falling apart, your orgasm making your inner walls ripple and squeeze around his cock letting you feel every bump and ridge of it.
A choked moan left his lips as he continued to drive into you, pace frantic, clearly chasing his own end and prolonging your orgasm as each twitch of his hips made your walls flutter. His hands dug into your thighs holding you steady, not letting you move an inch that he didnât allow his grip tight enough you were sure you were going to have nice hand shaped bruises.
You felt it deep inside you as he sheathed himself to the hilt, the blunt head of his cock right up against your cervix. Your whole body spasmed as you felt hot jets of cum right up against the entrance to your womb, the sensation wringing a final small but intense orgasm from your limp body as you watched him, his beautiful face twisted in ecstasy, a low deep, rumbling growl of a moan leaving his lips as he finished.
For several long seconds, neither of you moved the only sound in the room that of your harsh breathing, before his eyes slowly found yours. Feeling lazy and utterly sated you held out your hand toward him, limply gesturing for him to come forward.
The bemused expression on his face told you the gesture was entirely unexpected, but he came anyway, laying his weight on you in a way you felt inexplicably comforting, his elbows braced on either side of your head.
You hummed in utter contentment your hands coming up to tangle in his hair, the other stroking along his spine again in the same position youâd been in when youâd first woken in earlier. Your lips found his in an easy, lazy sensual kiss as you gently scratched your nails over his scalp.
He returned your kiss easily, lips turning upwards in clear pleasure as the two of you spent a pleasant couple minutes simply basking in the otherâs presence. When you pulled back he carefully rolled the two of you to the side, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure through you as you were still connected to him, his cock still hard and buried deep inside you.
Your hand found his face, utterly fascinated by the feel of his scales beneath your fingers. He let you touch him, an amused smile on his face that only dipped slightly when you reached into his hair to run along one of his horns, though judging from the way his cock twitched inside you and the lustful half-lidded look he was giving you, it was because the protrusions were sensitive rather than out of any sort of displeasure.
âSo, Iâm not dreaming am I,â you stated idly as you ran your hand over his scaled side, âThat whole demon summoning ritual or whatever that I let my friend talk me into, it was real after all huh?â
âThatâs right,â he agreed slowly, his face slowly settling into an oddly blank expression, âDid you think it wasnât?â
âIâve never been a big believer in the occult or the supernatural,â you confessed easily, âBut itâs hard to argue with the truth when itâs right in front of your face, and even my most vivid dreams arenât as real as you are.â
âDoes it bother you?â he asked, propping himself up on his elbow so that he was peering down at you, âYouâre taking this awfully well for a human who didnât believe, usually thereâs a lot more screaming, or crying, or denial.â
âMm, well it helps when the demon in your bed looks as tempting as you do, so what are you exactly, some kind of incubus?â you asked, still idly tracing your fingers over his scales, drawing unthinking patterns on his strange almost too warm skin.
âSomething like that,â he agreed with a slight smirk.
âSo what happens now?â you asked him curiously, âMadame Carver said something about payment?â
âThat depends on what exactly it is you want kitten,â he teased, clearly recovered from whatever he was thinking earlier, âNormally with humans like you we have to ask for blood price because thatâs what theyâre willing to offer, but you paid in body just fine. We only take souls for really big requests though thatâs fallen somewhat out of favor these days.â
âSo thatâs what she meant by body?â you asked incredulously, âSex? Thatâs it?â
âThatâs it,â he agreed amused, âThough youâd be surprised how very few people want sex with a demon.â
âWhy not?â you questioned utterly baffled, âThat was the most orgasms Iâve had in a single session ever in my life, and was a hell of a lot better than the ritualistic sacrifice I thought she meant.â
The demon gave a surprised cackle of laughter, shooting you a slow prideful grin that was all masculine satisfaction as he told you, âWhile I wouldnât necessarily say no to a sacrifice of some kind, sex will do just fine for whatever youâre asking for kitten, unless itâs something really big, like bringing someone back from the dead or making someone fall in love with you, or making you the richest woman in the world kind of thing. Then we might have to renegotiate a bit.â
âBut I already got what I wanted,â you told him with a puzzled frown.
âYou did?â he asked you, looking nonplussed, âWhat exactly were you thinking you were going to ask for?â
âReally good sex,â you told him bluntly, earning a snort of laughter from the demon.
âNo, but really,â he urged, âYou left your contract very open ended, you didnât ask for anything, which means now that youâve begun payment we need to negotiate.â
âI did?â you asked, puzzled, but then you thought back to Madame Carverâs words, how sheâd told you to keep your desire at the forefront of your mind for the ritual, but youâd been too distracted by your skepticism at first and then your enthrallment with the sensual being now lying beside you to really think of what youâd originally wanted, or what your friend had brought you there to ask for.
âHuh,â you acknowledged aloud, âSo how exactly do these negotiations work?â
âItâs pretty simple kitten,â he told you, clearly amused, âYou name what you want, I name my price. You can attempt to change my mind, but let me assure you we demonâs donât like to bargain and we always get the best end of the deal.â
âBut I told you I already got what I wanted,â you informed him, tilting your head to the side and studying his face, turning an idea over in your head for a moment before nodding decisively and adding on, âBut I wouldnât say no to a regular booty call if youâre up for it.â
âYouâre joking,â he countered skeptically, a slight frown on his face, âYou, a human, want to have sex regularly with me, a demon?â
âThought you were the one who said you were going to turn me into a slut for demon cock huh?â you teased, reaching out to tug lightly at the hair covering his eye and running your fingers through the soft strands, âDidnât you hear me when I said you were the best Iâve ever had? I wasnât kidding.â
âYou canât just take my payment and turn it into what you want, thatâs not the way this works,â he informed you, looking surprisingly sulky for a creature who was purportedly from hell.
âBut youâre what I want,â you told him puzzled, âYouâre fascinating, and sexy and physically we have great chemistry so why not?â
âBecause even though we demons always get the better end of the deal, even weâre not allowed to accept everything for nothing,â he informed you, studying you as if you were the strangest creature heâd ever met.
Maybe you were being too casual about this whole thing, but youâd always been the laidback roll with the punches type and frankly this deal with him sounded just about perfect to you. Youâd get sex when you wanted it without having to spend all that time dating and trying to find some kind of connection, one that you already somewhat felt for this strange demon male, more than youâd felt with any human, including your ex despite only knowing him for a few hours at most. There was just something there, something you couldnât quite put your finger one, but heâd claimed earlier that heâd been drawn to you, and you couldnât deny you were drawn to him to. You wanted to keep seeing him, you just needed to figure out how.
âYour name,â you decided at last, âI want to know your name, so I can stop calling you sexy demon man in my head.â
âYou donât know what you ask for,â he warned her seriously, his hand sliding up from where it had been resting on your hip to cup your face.
âI thought the names had power thing was a Fae myth not a demon one,â you told him thoughtfully.
âHumans have called us many strange things over the years,â he told you with a casual shrug as if he hadnât accidentally tilted your whole world view sideways.
âAnd what other myths are true?â you asked, more thinking aloud rather than actually asking, âCan you lie? What about iron? Holy water? Salt?â
âWe canât lie,â he admitted, âWe can imply, dance around and omit, but itâs impossible for a demon to lie or to break the boundaries of a contract once set. The rest is just wishful human thinking and religious myth, made up by the corrupt priests of the middle ages in order to steal more from the uneducated human masses.â
âAnd saying thank you to a demon?â you prompted, utterly fascinated.
âIs probably one of the greatest pranks demons have ever played on humankind, but donât tell anyone it isnât true,â he told you freely, a little too freely as you realized that while his words implied one thing it could potentially mean something else entirely.
âI will promise not to tell anyone, if you tell me flat out yes or no, is it true you canât thank a demon without proclaiming a debt between the two of you?â you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
âHo? What a clever little human you are,â he praised, something almost predatory in his gaze that sent pleasant tingles down your spine. You probably shouldâve been afraid considering what he was, but all you really felt was intrigue and the slightest bit of arousal.
âDeal,â he agreed with a toothy smile, the word seeming to settle over your skin in a way that felt a bit like a net, sinking into your core in a way that you knew instinctively would cause you excruciating pain if you attempted to renege on your deal.
âI promise I wonât tell anyone that demons are pranking humans by spreading potentially false rumors about their abilities,â you promised immediately, and felt that strange net fade away almost instantaneously.
âNo, it doesnât create a debt,â he assured you, âAnd because Iâm so kind Iâll even tell you that thanking a demon does nothing it wouldnât do if you thanked a human.â
âThen since youâre so generous I also promise I wonât tell people that the Fae are pranking humans by spreading potentially false rumors about their abilities,â you countered, unable to help the slightly smug tilt to your lips, not that youâd actually been intending to exploit that particular loophole, though you found it amusing that heâd let you leave one nonetheless.â
âOya, oya, my cunning little kitten,â he half scolded, half praised you, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyed you hungrily, âCareful now, keep being so intriguing and I might just try to trap you by my side for eternity.â
âA thought for later,â you told him absently, the words coming without you giving any real thought to them, âWhat do you mean when you say names have power?â
âIf a demon gives their name to a human it will allow the human to call upon them at any time, to ask for almost anything within the demonâs power, and to command them to some extent,â he told you honestly, looking a bit nonplussed.
âThen, how about you give me your name, and Iâll promise you can refuse if I call, and say no to any command I give though I would like you to promise to at least consider any request I make,â you proposed idly.
âAnd what exactly do I get out of this deal of yours?â he asked, raising a brow at you in clear amusement, though you thought you could also detect some interest in his tone.
âHmm, what happens if a human gives a demon their full name?â you asked curiously, well aware that it was something the stories cautioned against doing.
âThen, little kitten you would have no choice but to do anything I say,â he purred at you, a clear taunt in his voice, making it obvious he was sure youâd back away from it.
âCould be interesting,â you told him, your walls clenching, reminding you or the still hard cock buried between your thighs, judging by the shocked hiss and the sudden heat of his gaze he clearly knew exactly where your thoughts had gone, âNever outside when weâre having sex, and only if I give you the go ahead for it. No piss, scat or mutilation, nothing that would cause me permanent harm and a safe word if I need it.â
âThat sounds entirely too restrictive,â he told you casually, though you could tell he was actually interested, very interested if the sudden agitation of his tail was any indication.
âI could be talked into blood if youâre good to me,â you teased lightly, reaching for his face and running your finger over his lower lip. He parted them for you obligingly and you deliberately swiped the pad hard over the too sharp canine, teasing your now bloody finger over his lips like a strange lipstick as he watched you with heavy lidded calculating eyes, âSomething tells me Demons mightâve been called vampires here and there given how hard you bit me earlier, tell me demon do you want to suck my blood?â
You gasped slightly as his hand lashed out, snagging your wrist, and tugging it forward, drawing your bleeding finger to his mouth again as his tongue flicked out, cleaning the blood off his lips before sucking the tip of your finger into his mouth. The wet, hot, tight sensation and the slight pull of blood as it left the cut in your finger was intoxicating, and you could feel yourself starting to become wet again, juices oozing out around his cock, your core fluttering on the thick appendage as a dazed part of you wondered what it would feel like to have him do that as he fucked you, something you didnât doubt would appeal to him given the way he was twitching inside you.
The sight of him as he sucked was utterly mesmerized, his eyes locked on yours as his mouth worked along the appendage, his tongue flicking over it, soothing the small cut, the look on his face one of pure ecstasy before he released your finger with an almost obscene pop though he didnât release your hand, instead pressing his mouth to your open palm and then to your wrist, scraping those sharp teeth teasingly along the sensitive flesh there, his eyes searching your face for something.
You werenât sure if he found it or not as he pulled away, though not before leaving one more, almost tender kiss on your fingertip, which was surprisingly fully healed, not even a scab to show youâd cut it before.
âYou really are too tempting kitten,â he told you, voice rough with desire, âIf I didnât know how fully human you are Iâd think you were a succubae.â
âIâll take that as a compliment,â you assured him with an amused smile, âThough now Iâm curious, succubae exist? Earlier you said you were something like an incubus does that mean Merlin existed and really was a cambion?â
âAh, succubae is just another name for female demon, though they tend to be more on the magical and ritualistic side of things than us male demons,â Kuroo told you with an amused quirk of his lips, âBut of course they exist you met one not all that long ago after all a couple of them even.â
You blinked at him startled, your mind running through possibilities before your mouth dropped open as you remembered the colored contacts or what youâd thought were colored contacts and slight of hand at the ritual earlier, âThat woman next to me! And Madame Carver?â
âThatâs right,â he affirmed, lips curling in a smirk, seemingly uncaring that heâd managed to tilt your world sideways again as he continued, âAnd as for Merlin, a fine example of a demon, but no, Cambionâs donât exist.â
âSo you canât breed with humans?â you probed, interested.
âOh we can, itâs actually our fellow demons we canât breed with, but all beings born from demon seed or womb are full demon, there are no halves,â he told you amused.
âDo I have something to worry about then?â you asked, trying not to panic, you might want children someday, but not at the moment and youâd have no idea what to do with a demon child anyway.
âRelax kitten,â he assured you, cupping the back of your neck in one of his large hands and running his thumb soothingly over your jaw, âDemon children arenât conceived unless theyâre negotiated for beforehand.â
If you hadnât been paying close attention you mightâve missed the hint of wistfulness in his voice, but fortunately for you and perhaps unfortunately for him you couldnât help but pay him the utmost attention at all times.
You took a moment to think it over, giving yourself time to roll it over in your mind, knowing once the words were out you couldnât exactly unsay them once they were out in the ether. However, the more you thought about it, the more it appealed, youâd always had a bit of a breeding kink and you didnât think heâd say no, though youâd have to learn more about what it would mean first it wasnât something you were automatically opposed to.
âDoes that mean that, thatâs on the table?â you asked him, trying to keep your voice casual even as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. This more than anything would tell you how your relationship might pan out in the future, especially with how inexplicably fond you found yourself of the demon in your bed.
Are youâŠ?â he trailed off eyebrows raised as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to find his voice before he demanded, âAre you seriously offering to let me breed you kitten, to put my baby inside you?â
You could feel his cock twitching inside you, his hips involuntarily giving slight thrusts that made you temporarily lose focus, the sensation heady, your libido thoroughly recovered after your earlier romp and apparently more than ready to go again. However, you forced yourself to focus back on the present and keep your head in the game. This negotiation was far more important than temporary satisfaction after all.
âThereâs something viscerally appealing about letting you fuck your baby into me,â you admitted honestly, though you cautioned, âIâd need to learn more first, and Iâd want to know you better, but so long as itâs not significantly more dangerous to my health than carrying a human baby I have no objections if you want to try in a year or two.â
âFuck, kitten,â he moaned, his hips inadvertently giving a strong thrust and making you shudder and gasp in his hold, âAre you trying to drive me to the brink of insanity? What kind of male would I be if I said no to an offer like that?â
Does that mean you accept my terms?â you asked, taking him by surprise as you pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to roll onto his back. You rolled with him to keep him from slipping out of you, and found yourself straddling his hips your hands on his chest.
âLay them out for me then, kitten,â he ordered seriously, pulling you out of your newfound bliss at the way he felt in this new position. You nodded, took a deep breath to center yourself and began to state your terms.
âYou will give me your full name, and when I call youâll answer unless you canât or have no desire to see me, when I give commands you donât have to obey if you donât want to, but you will give all my requests thought and fair consideration,â you listed out carefully, making sure to keep your wording as firm as possible leaving as few loopholes as you could.
âIn return Iâll give you my full name, with the caveat that you arenât allowed to use it outside of times where I give you explicit, verbal permission to use it to command me. You will not share my full name with anyone or even speak it aloud outside my presence and I will not share yours or speak it unless Iâm with you or calling for you,â you continued.
âI will also give you my blood and my body with the caveat that if I say stop you will, and only with permission to take it granted beforehand, and will attempt to be generous about it so long as my physical, emotional and mental health allow,â you listed off.
âMy home is open to you at any time for any reason, so long as you behave with courtesy, paying for or replacing anything you use without my explicit permission within reason,â it wasnât something youâd mentioned to him before, and youâd clearly caught him a bit off guard with it, judging by the raising of his eyebrows, but you did want him to feel welcome.
âIn a yearâs time on All Hallows Eve next year, so long as we are still on good terms and both agree I will negotiate having a child with you, so long as I am thoroughly educated in demon pregnancy beforehand, and it doesnât pose extraordinary risk to my wellbeing,â you told him, trying hard not to think about it too much lest you become unfocused by your lust and let something slip.
âThis contract can between us can be terminated or renegotiated at any time by my will or by yours,â you finished up with a firm nod, âDo we have a deal?â
âWe have a deal, my precious, clever, kitten,â he assured you, his eyes glittering with triumph and something you thought might actually be affection.
This time when you felt the weight of your deal it was far heavier. It was if the first net had been composed of thread and this one of tight steel cable. It mightâve been uncomfortable except unlike with the other deal, this one was accompanied by a feeling of warmth unlike anything youâd ever experienced before, zinging through you like electricity and making you feel oddly powerful and alive, a bit like youâd felt after the ritual Madame Carver had completed earlier that had brought the sexy demon laying beneath you to you in the first place.
Hoping to lessen some of the weight you turned to him, leaning down to press a warm kiss to his willing mouth before quietly giving him your full name. As youâd suspected a large amount of the weight lifted leaving behind only the humming buzz or warmth under your skin.
âMy name Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsurou, kitten at your service,â he told you with a slow enticing smile, one that was just teasing enough that you wanted to see if you could lean down and kiss it away, make him lose some of that smug arrogance he seemed to wear like a cloak.
âTetsurou,â you repeated, rolling it around in your mouth, tasting the word on your tongue as you purred it back at him, something he evidently enjoyed if the way his cock twitched inside you meant anything, âItâs nice to officially meet you, Tetsurou.â
You leaned down, one hand pressed over where a human heart would be and the other sliding into his hair and grasping one of his horns your thumb rubbing against the base for a moment before stroking it between your fingers like you would a cock, something he evidently enjoyed if the way he shuddered under you was any indication, his eyes dark with lust even as he stared a bit wide-eyed, clearly taken aback by your daring.
âNow tell me Tetsurou do you have any plans for the rest of the day?â you asked even as you continued to run your thumb teasingly over the base of his horn, âBecause you see someone promised to make me a slut for his demon cock and that heâd prove to me just how much of a man he is, but he has yet to fulfill that particular promise.â
He let out a low moan of pleasure as his hands found your hips and you deliberately tightened your walls around him, milking his cock, still hard and clearly ready inside you. After all he was here and with the contract out of the way you were more than ready to start round two, you doubted it could be better than round one, but you were more than willing to try.
âOh kitten,â he purred at you, voice low and dangerous even as delight swam in his unnatural glowing red eyes, âYou and I are going to have such fun together.â
You let out a pleasured gasp as he used his firm grip to lift you up before slamming you back down on his cock as if you weighed nothing, like you were a doll to be made for his pleasure alone.
âI look forward to it,â you teased breathlessly, though you meant every word, after all unconventional though it may be and despite what the stories might say you didnât think youâd ever regret making a deal with a devil, especially one as sinfully seductive as Kuroo Tetsurou.
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He Brings Things to You
âKoebi-chan! Look what I found!â
The words were ones you had come to simultaneously love and dread as you turned to face your boyfriend who was charging up to you, a wide smile on his face as he cupped something in his hands.
When youâd first started dating Floyd youâd been incredibly confused, as he brought you all kinds of things. These things varied from rare and valuable things like pearls heâd found on the sea floor, or pretty seashells, to absolute junk like a broken bottle or an old shoe. Youâd immediately written it off as something that had to do with being a mer person and unused to the surface world.
You figured Floyd simply didnât understand what held value on the surface world, a theory that had only been reinforced by your trip to the Atlantica Memorial Museum, which had driven home how little merfolk had known about the world above up until their princess fell in love with a prince from the surface.
Thus youâd tried to be understanding and patient with your boyfriend, gently explaining the things he brought to you, what they were and what they did. However, instead of being pleased about this development your boyfriend almost always left sulking. Heâd then spend the next day clinging to you and checking up on you almost obsessively as if afraid you were going to disappear at any moment.
It had taken an intervention from Azul and Jade, who happened to witness one of these interactions, to finally make you understand just what was going on and why Floyd was getting so upset about it. Apparently, merfolk had a courting tradition of bringing small gifts to their intended mate. According to the two more grounded Octavinelle students, it had started out as a way to show someone you could provide for them, and had gradually evolved from there.
By rejecting his gifts to you, you were actually rejecting his courtship, which was why he got so upset about it. Youâd immediately felt terrible, as you hadnât realized he was even trying to gift you things in the first place, given that he almost always demanded you âlookâ at what he brought to show you without ever insinuating that what he had was actually meant for you.
However, Jade explained this too, smirking the whole time as he revealed your boyfriend was actually skirting around the tradition in some sense, because he technically wasnât presenting the items as courting gifts. It turned out that according to mer tradition if a mer was rejected a number of times then they had to give up. Floyd was working around the rules because he had absolutely no intention of giving up, and being rather clever about it too.
Youâd ended up spending a good deal of time with Jade that day going over the ins and outs of mer courting rituals. Luckily, your boyfriendâs twin found the whole thing absolutely entertaining and hilarious, so patiently explained everything to you. You mightâve been a little worried that he would tell you the wrong thing, simply for the entertainment value it might bring, but the one thing youâd figured out about the twins, despite how ruthless they might seem, was that they would never do something to deliberately hurt the other.
So while some of Jadeâs âadviceâ was no doubt a little exaggerated or falsified in order to provoke a reaction of some kind, you knew it wouldnât damage your relationship with Floyd, and so figured you might as well follow it even if it did end up getting you laughed at by the more self-possessed twin. It would be worth it if you could stop hurting your poor boyfriend.
Thus the next time Floyd had brought you something, a pretty collection of sea glass that heâd collected into a nice bottle, youâd held out your hand to accept it. Youâd thought when you agreed to date him that youâd seen the extent to how joyful Floyd could be. However, it was absolutely nothing in the face of how giddy and excited he got when you accepted that first gift.
Heâd practically bounced around for the rest of the day, even when things that might normally upset him happened, heâd just brushed them off, clinging to you and rubbing your cheeks together affectionately, clearly extremely pleased with himself.
It was honestly rather adorable, and youâd smiled for the rest of the day yourself. However, from that moment on, according to Jade, it was best to simply accept whatever he brought you in order to not call off the courtship accidentally. This had led to a number of dicey situations given that Floyd tended to simply bring you literally anything that caught his eye, including poisonous flowers, weaponry, and small animals that very much protested being brought.
Luckily, youâd managed to carefully maneuver around those situations and accepted all his gifts with as much grace as you could muster, ensuring his delight each and every time. However because of how unpredictable he could be you never knew what he might bring, which was the reason for your simultaneous dread and joy.
Still, no matter what, whether it was junk, poisonous plants that made you itch, or the most beautiful treasure youâd ever seen, each and every one of Floydâs gifts were given to show you just how much he adored you. Thus no matter how much trouble it might cause you, youâd never reject a single one, because they were proof of just how much he loved you, and he did love you so very, very much.
Now you just needed to figure out the exact right thing and the exact right timing to return the gesture. You honestly couldnât wait, because with Floyd every day was a new adventure, and you were loving every single minute of it.
He Comforts You (In His Own Special Way)
âWhat do you think?â you asked spreading your arms and giving a small twirl for your boyfriend.
âKoebi-chan looks nice,â Floyd told you casually, surveying the outfit youâd picked out, one that youâd thought looked rather flattering on your figure.
âYou said that about every outfit I tried on,â you told him with a sigh, a little disappointed. Honestly you shouldâve known better. Floyd may have loved shoes and been utterly fascinated by them, but the rest of his wardrobe he could take or leave.
According to Jade it had actually been hell to get Floyd to wear any clothing at all at first, and it was only through his and Azulâs persistent efforts that he didnât walk around buck naked except for his shoes. Floyd, whoâd been present for that particular conversation had simply laughed in agreement, claiming clothes were boring, unnecessary, and only dragged you down.
In some ways his perspective made a lot of sense. Merfolk hardly wore any clothing at all and most of it was completely decorative. Your first trip down into the ocean had been more than a bit of a shock as the only ones who wore any sort of chest covering were guards who wore armor. Youâd clearly been overdressed in comparison, even if youâd only been wearing a swimsuit at the time.
It had been a bit of a surreal experience, but luckily you hadnât stood out too much, as Floyd had taken you to a very popular market that got human visitors often enough that you were only one of many and certainly not the only one wearing a swimsuit.
You smiled, resigned but fond and stepped back in to the dressing room to change out of the outfit and back into your regular clothes. You had known it was probably going to be a struggle to get him to pay attention, but considering the outfit you were buying was for the dinner you were having with his parents next week youâd had some amount of hope.
It was more than a bit nerve wracking to be meeting the twinsâ parents, and you couldnât help but remember the sympathetic look Azul had given you when Floyd had announced they were visiting. If Azul of all people had been feeling bad you just knew it was going to be difficult.
Floyd had been absolutely no help in the matter, cheerily telling you that his parents would love you just as much as he did. Youâd asked him to tell him a bit about them, but all his descriptions had been pretty vague and a little alarming. Bragging about how his mother could tear apart sharks with her bare hands and his fatherâs shady dealings would do that. The only person who mightâve been able to assuage some of your worries was Jade, but you knew better than to ask, the other mer getting far too much entertainment over watching you worry.
Your anxious thoughts were interrupted by the feel of arms snaking around your waist. Your boyfriend had apparently gotten tired of waiting, and had decided to come and join.
âFloyd,â you scolded, though it was half-hearted at best, âYouâre not supposed to be in here!â
âKoebi-chan,â he whined, the pout on his face audible in his voice, âI want to go, letâs go already.â
âYou can go,â you told him, figuring he probably wasnât going to be any help anyway, âIâll come join you in a bit.â
âNo,â he whined immediately, clutching you tighter, âCome with me! Youâre supposed to spend time with me today!â
âI just need to pick out an outfit to meet your parents,â you soothed, reaching back to gently run your fingers through his hair, âAnd then Iâll be done.â
âWhy?â he asked, completely and and utterly blunt as usual.
âI want to make a good impression,â you explained patiently, âTheyâre important to you, so I want them to like me.â
âKoebi-chan looks good in everything, so it doesnât matter,â he informed you, which you wouldâve thought was empty flattery simply meant to get you moving except that your boyfriend tended to be bluntly honest to a fault, âAnd if they donât like you who cares? Koebi-chan is mykoebi-chan, not theirs.â
You honestly couldnât argue with that kind of reasoning, instead letting out a huff of amusement, sinking back into his hold. Floyd may have been a little flighty sometimes, but his compliments were always sincere and his words helped soothe away your worries.
âBut if it matters so much to you koebi-chan Iâll just force them to like you,â he announced cheerily.
âAnd just how are you going to do that?â you asked with an amused huff.
âEh, just got to rough âem up a little,â he assured you, as if announcing that he was going to beat up his parents in order to make them like you was a completely normal and rational thing to do. It was an incredibly Floyd thing to say, and made you laugh against your better judgment.
âDonât laugh!â Floyd ordered with a pout, âIâm bigger now I can definitely take them!â
âI believe in you,â you assured him affectionately, pressing a kiss to his cheek, even if you kind of wondered just what kind of family dynamic you were walking into.
âIt wonât matter anyway,â he told you, nuzzling his face affectionately into the side of your neck, âBecause Koebi-chan is the best, only idiots wouldnât be able to tell and theyâre not stupid.â
âOkay,â you agreed, unable to say anything else, and feeling much calmer than you had before, âAlright, let me just pay for some of the clothes I like and we can leave alright?â
Floyd immediately cheered in agreement, and let you usher him out of the dressing room though he whined about the separation the whole way. As you paid for your things you couldnât keep the smile from your lips, feeling much more confident than before, not because of the clothes you were buying, but because you knew Floyd loved you and would be by your side no matter what. If you had that then nothing else really mattered.
He Squeezes You (And Wonât Let Go)
âFloyd, come on, itâs time to go to class,â you told your boyfriend gently, attempting to wiggle out of his grip.
Youâd been firmly ensconced on his lap for the last twenty minutes, as the mer had come out of nowhere, scooped you off your feet and pulled you in to cuddle, wrapping his long limbs around you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Youâd slowly but surely gotten used to Floydâs cuddling habits, your boyfriend insistent on âsqueezingâ you at least once a day, but usually multiple times lest he become sulky and petulant.
You didnât mind the merâs habit of clinging to you in the slightest, and honestly found it rather cute, especially since he always made that adorable clicking trilling noise as he nuzzled his face into yours. Youâd done enough research and asked enough questions to know that mer eels only made noises like that when they were completely content and happy. That it happened every time he held you without fail told you how utterly overjoyed he was to see you.
It had been a bit touch and go at first, as Floyd hadnât known his own strength, sometimes squeezing just a bit too hard, knocking the air out of your lungs and making your ribs creak in protest. Luckily, some patience and gentle instruction had assured that these days he almost never hugged uncomfortably tight, unless he was purposefully trying to knock the breath out of you, which seemed to be the case as his arms immediately tightened around your waist, making you huff in surprise.
âCome on love,â you coaxed, continuing to attempt wiggling free, âYou donât want to get yelled at by Crewel again for being late do you?â
âDonât care,â he told you petulantly, lifting his face from your neck and pouting at you as he ordered, âSkip class with me.â
âI canât,â you insisted, still gentle as you ran your fingers through his thick teal hair, scraping your nails soothingly along his scalp in a way you knew he adored, as you explained, âIâm not a genius like you love, I need to attend class to have a chance of understanding whatâs going on.â
âMm praise me more,â he hummed, pressing his head against your head like a cat, eyes half-lidded in contentment.
âYou know youâre smart,â you told him with a huffed laugh, smiling at him tenderly, âSmart, and strong, and oh so considerate, which is why youâre going to let me go so I can go to class hmm?â
Floydâs eyes immediately flew open again as he pouted up at you, and you couldnât resist leaning down to press a quick kiss to his pouting lips before straightening up and telling him, âYou can squeeze me more later alright? Especially if we get to class on time, because it means you wonât be getting yelled at or in detention when we could be cuddling instead.â
For a second you were a bit worried the logic wouldnât work on him. Floyd was very much an in the moment, immediate gratification over long term satisfaction guy, and impulsive to boot. However, in the end he heaved a reluctant sigh and slowly loosed his grip on you.
âYou promise I can squeeze you more later?â he asked as the two of you, mismatched eyes boring intently into your own.
âI promise,â you assured him, just as reluctant to leave when he was being so cute, but knowing any sign of hesitation and Floyd would pounce to get his way.
âYou better keep that promise koebi-chan, or Iâll really hunt you down,â he told you, the threat accompanied by a smile that wouldâve sent almost anyone else in the school running.
âI know,â you told him, well used to this from him and not at all bothered by the threat as you reached out a hand linking your fingers together and squeezing affectionately, âLetâs get to class okay? The sooner we go the sooner we get it over with.â
Floyd huffed, and sulked a bit more, but in the end allowed you to lead him away. You knew without a doubt youâd probably be cuddled for at least an hour later, and would have to have this fight with him all over again to get him to let go, the same way you always did, but in the end you didnât mind at all. Not when each moment showed you how much Floyd, who normally got bored of things within five minutes, loved and adored you.
No matter how much it inconvenienced you at times, you wouldnât have it any other way.
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Hello! Can I request a oneshot of female!s/o x Floyd, Ace, or Deuce (depends on you)? It is about how they feel when the reader is back in their real world and their interactions only through a mirror. Remember to stay safe!
Hi! Of course you can! Thank you for asking! Floyd is my fave, so of course, I picked him, though fair warning this turned out way more angsty than I originally meant it to and I accidentally broke my own heart in the process đđđ
Warnings: some angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a hopeful ending, mild Crowley bashing
âKoebi-chan, Koebi-chan wake-up!â an impatient voice pulled you from your dreams, and you sat up groggily, rubbing at your eyes confused and disoriented. It took you a moment, but eventually you spotted the outline of your boyfriend next to your bed.
Still disoriented from sleep you reached for him, hoping to convince him to come back to bed with you, knowing it would be easy if you promised he could squeeze you as he pleased, only for your fingers to hit cold glass instead, bringing cold reality crashing back in.
Your bottom lip trembled for a moment before you wrestled your emotions firmly under control. It had been about four months since youâd been returned to your world, and you were still utterly miserable. It had taken a good two years for Crowley to work out the spell to send you home, and in that time, youâd managed to somehow fall head over heels for the last man in Twisted Wonderland you ever wouldâve suspected.
Floyd Leech was the epitome of mercurial, never standing still or paying too much attention to any one thing for any real length of time. Thus when heâd asked you out you hadnât given it much thought, turning him down immediately and assuming heâd lose interest, just like heâd lost interest in everything before.
It turned out youâd underestimated the eel mer, who hated being told no almost as much, if not more than being bored. For the next six months heâd pursued you doggedly, a predator hunting prey. No matter where you were or what you were doing somehow Floyd always managed to turn up.
Doing homework in the library? Floyd was there, either offering you solid help or getting you kicked out for being too noisy. Watching a Magift game? Floyd was right beside you commenting and insulting almost everyone, even when it meant he got scolded later by Azul for not selling items in the stands the way he was meant to. Hanging around in your dorm? Floyd was knocking on your door, and insisting on keeping you company. Hell, heâd even showed up in your classes from time to time, even though it got him yelled at by Crewel or Trein.
It probably shouldâve been annoying, but somehow, youâd found it endearing instead. The way his whole face seemed to light up whenever he spotted you, the squeezing hugs that lifted you off your feet and were always almost too tight, and his joyful laughter at whatever caught his attention. Youâd noticed it all.
Floyd had also proved more than once, that he truly was the genius his brother claimed, which was why he got bored so easily. Once he mastered something he never really wanted to do it ever again. He always had to be trying something new, which was why he enjoyed cooking so much as there were seemingly endless possibilities.
Knowing this about him youâd finally caved and said yes to a single date, thinking eventually it would lead him to feeling like he knew all he could know about you and youâd be left in peace again. However, youâd underestimated one rather significant part of Floydâs personality, the one thing that kept him coming back again and again.
Floyd was incredibly possessive. Once he decided something was his, it was his for life, whether that be a pair of shoes, or the person heâd chosen to be his mate. From the moment youâd finally agreed to that first date heâd begun to think of you as his one and only, and had gone out of his way to ensure you felt the same way.
Youâd thought he was stuck to you before, but after you started dating there were very few times he wasnât somewhere close by. This had led to a few misunderstandings here and there until youâd convinced him that no one was going to try and steal you away, and that people needed time on their own sometimes, even when they were dating. Setting boundaries was important with him, but once they were set, while he may test them from time to time he never broke them or pushed too far.
Which meant that somehow, youâd found yourself with your ideal boyfriend, one who practically worshipped the ground you walked on and respected your boundaries. It therefore wasnât all that surprising that youâd fallen head over heels for the eel mer, who was so persistent and respectful with his courtship.
The first time youâd told Floyd you loved him heâd stared at you with those mismatched eyes of his, face uncharacteristically serious as heâd told you he loved you too, and that heâd love you forever. By that time youâd been a year into your stay in Twisted Wonderland and had mostly resigned yourself to spending the rest of your life together.
Youâd spent a blissful year together with him, taking turns sleeping over in your dorms, spending your time wrapped in his arms, making frequent trips to the ocean so he could show you everything about the world heâd grown up in. It had felt like paradise, but you shouldâve known, all good things come to an end.
On the last day of your second year at Night Raven College youâd been called to Crowleyâs office. You hadnât thought too much about it, figuring he wanted to chat about how the year went, and how next year would go. It was unsurprising, after all you were technically a dorm leader even if it was just you and Grim in Ramshackle.
However, to your shock the flamboyant headmaster had informed you that heâd finally managed to secure a way home for you. It had been an enormous shock, so much so youâd basically ignored him blabbering on about how generous and clever he was. You shouldâve paid more attention though, something to this day you were still kicking yourself over, because before you could tell him you needed time to think things over youâd been shoved forward, stumbling through a mirror and somehow back into your world.
Youâd immediately whirled back around, trying to go back, but the portal had closed behind you, and youâd been left staring at a normal mirror. For the next few days youâd gone about your life in a daze, realizing that somehow, someway despite being gone for two whole years, no one seemed to have noticed your absence.
You still had your same job, and your same apartment, and none of your family or friends had so much as blinked when youâd called them out of the blue. Careful questioning led you to believe that either their memories had been altered to fit you back in, or some sort of doppelganger had been going through the motions for you. You refused to believe the third option, that it had just been a really long dream or some sort of delusion.
Luckily, you did have some proof it hadnât been all in your head. At the beginning of your relationship Floyd hadnât quite realized how careful he needed to be with his sharp teeth and your delicate human skin. You actually had a scar shaped like his teeth at the juncture where your neck met your shoulder.
At the time you hadnât been too happy with it, and had been determined to use the scar reducer youâd begged off Vil. However, Floyd absolutely adored the mark, insisting it was his claim and the mer equivalent of an engagement ring. Youâd just gotten yours sooner than heâd planned because he hadnât accounted for your human fragility.
Faced with his rather aggressive sulk at the idea you might be trying to get rid of it, you ended up caving in and agreeing it could stay, something you were extremely grateful for. In that first week back it had been your lifeline and youâd run your fingers over it every time you needed the reminder that Twisted Wonderland had been real, that Floyd was real and that you needed to find a way to get back.
Exactly one week after your return youâd come home to several voices shouting in your home. At first, youâd been afraid someone had broken in, but then youâd recognized them. Youâd practically tripped over yourself to get to the mirror, the one youâd moved away from its original position, too heartsick to look in it.
Spinning it around youâd come face to face with all your friends from Night Raven, and of course at the very front was Floyd, whoâd practically shoved everyone out of the way when he caught sight of you. Theyâd explained that your boyfriend had quickly noticed your disappearance, and had been all set to recruit (i.e. bully) everyone in the school into searching for you when Crowley had told him youâd been sent back home to your world.
Your impulsive and protective boyfriend had almost gotten himself expelled as heâd lunged at Crowley. Luckily, level headed Jade and Azul had been present and kept him restrained, keeping him from doing anything stupid. Apparently, the oblivious headmaster had tried to convince them that going home was what youâd wanted, but Floyd was having none of it.
Heâd insisted that youâd never leave, not without telling him first so he could go with you. Heâd been absolutely certain youâd never leave him behind, and the rest of your friends were sure youâd at least never leave without saying goodbye.
In the end Azul had gathered all the people youâd helped at school and managed to convincethreaten Crowley into admitting youâd been sent home without actually asking what you wanted and get the headmaster to find a way to contact you again.
Youâd been unable to help your tears as you explained everything to them, and how very much you wanted to go back. All of your friends had promised to help you, and swore theyâd stay in touch and keep you updated. So far, theyâd all kept their promise, none more dedicated than Floyd, who called on the mirror every day.
He didnât always call at the best times of course, because time flowed a bit strangely between your world and his, which was why he was once again calling so late at night. Still, even if not being able to touch him made your heart ache you were still glad to see him. He was the whole reason youâd placed your mirror beside your bed in the first place.
âFloyd,â you murmured, studying his face, which was peering at you through the glass, face uncharacteristically solemn, the way it always seemed to be these days, âI miss you.â
You pressed your palm to the glass wishing more than anything that you could reach through it, to him. It was a gesture he echoed, his face twisted in frustration as his fingers touched the glass. You were just glad the mirror on his end was shatter proof, as heâd hit the thing in his frustration more than once. The growing desperation in his eyes every time he saw you never failed to make your heart ache.
âYou have to come back soon koebi-chan,â he told you firmly, heterochromatic eyes locked with yours, peering at you as if trying to drink in and memorize every bit of your face, âThereâs no one here for me to squeeze.â
âIâm sure Jade would let you squeeze him if you really needed to,â you teased lightly trying to brighten his mood, earning a grimace of distaste that made you smile a bit.
âJade is Jade, and koebi-chan is koebi-chan,â Floyd told you, as if that explained everything, which to him it probably did, âItâs not the same.â
âI know,â you assured him, fingers aching to brush the dark strand of hair out of his face and cup his cheek in your palm, âI can hardly sleep at all these days without you here to hold me.â
Floydâs face twisted in helpless rage and frustration, eyes suspiciously shiny as he told you, âI just want you back! Youâre supposed to be mine! Weâre supposed to be together forever!â
âI am yours,â you told him, tenderly, carefully pulling the collar of your shirt down so he could see the imprint of his teeth on your neck, âSee? I have the mark and everything. And I want my forever with you too Floyd.â
If there was one thing this little trip back to your world had taught you, it was that you were more than prepared to give it all up to be with Floyd, to live in Twisted Wonderland forever. There was no doubt at all anymore, which was the only real thing to be thankful for.
His face crumpled and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the glass as if willing himself to fall through. You echoed the gesture, the cool glass warming under your skin almost enough to make you believe you were touching him again. Your lip wobbled at the thought, the shining tears on Floydâs face enough to make your own spill over in quiet agony, helpless to wipe them away the way you so desperately wanted to.
âHas there been any progress? Has anyone said anything?â you asked desperately, trying to distract yourself from the deep-seated ache in your chest, the hollow feeling that told you without a doubt youâd left your heart behind in Twisted Wonderland.
âAzul thinks itâs soon,â he warbled out miserably, âHeâs working with umiushi-chan and hotaruika-chan on something. Ishidai-sensei said it will probably work, they just need to spend a little longer on it.â
âMalleus and Idia huh?â you asked, managing to smile through your tears, âIf itâs them and Azul together with Crewel-sensei then Iâm sure Iâll be back soon.â
âWhen you come back, you arenât ever allowed to leave ever again okay koebi-chan?â Floyd asked, voice tinged with desperation, âPromise you wonât leave me again!â
âI promise,â you swore meaning every word, your fingers clawing helplessly at the stiff, immovable glass, âI promise I wonât ever leave you. Iâm going to stay by your side forever.â
Floyd let out a quiet sob at that, a helpless animal noise escaping from his throat, a whining, clicking trill that told you how very distraught he was, the sound making your heart shatter in your chest.
Tears spilled helplessly down your cheeks as you listened to him cry and swore to yourself, once you got back youâd ensure he never had cause to make that heartbreaking sound ever, ever again.
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Hey everyone! This is my part for the Paws and Claws Collab that was with @katslutski The theme of the collab was hybrids (puppy/kitty/bunny etc) so if youâre interested check it out!
Unfortunately as usual I got excessively wordy, so this is going to be split into three parts. This part alone is about 20K words and we're only about a third of the way through! so it definitely had to be split up.
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While there is no smut in this part there will be in the future thus this story is 18+ minors DNI please!
TW: Previous mentions of past abuse, gaslighting, verbal, death threats, hybrids have been treated like slaves before
This story is Fem Reader x Atsumu x Osamu but there will be no actual incest. While there will be a threesome at the end the boys won't ever touch one another sexually.
âAre you alright?â your neighbor Ojirou asked, a concerned look on his face as he watched you listlessly stir your drink with the straw, playing with the melting ice in the glass.
The two of you were actually good friends, having lived peacefully side by side for over five years now. Youâd met on the very first day when you moved in, youâd been struggling to open the door with a large box in your arms and heâd rushed to the rescue. He and his hybrids diligent Kita, the blue merle border collie, and sly, sleek Suna the Siamese cat, had all pitched in to help you get moved in and settled. Youâd been good friends with all three of them ever since.
It was his turn to host your traditional Friday night dinner, so youâd gone over to his apartment determined to enjoy yourself. However, something mustâve given away the rough day youâd had, because all three of them had been casting you concerned looks all night and trading glances when they thought you couldnât see.
It was apparently Aranâs job to confront you about it, though both hybrids were looking at you expectantly. Well, Kita was looking at you expectantly, Suna was pretending not to pay attention, his phone in his hands, but you could see him watching out of the corner of his eye.
âWhat makes you think somethingâs wrong?â you asked determined to at least give it a try.
The stern look you got from Kita and the sympathetic smile from Ojiro told you how ultimately fruitless the effort had been, so you caved in with a sigh, pushing your glass away so you could slump face down on the table burying your head in your arms. Youâd tell them, but that didnât mean you wanted to be necessarily looking them in the eye when you did.
âYou know how I went to that thing with some of my girl friends today?â you asked tiredly.
There were acknowledging hums all around even from Suna who you saw from the corner of your eye was no longer pretending to look at his phone and instead watching you like some rare breed of animal in a zoo doing something particularly fascinating.
âWell it was fun, great even,â you told them with a small quirk of your lips, âRight up until we started talking about significant others. Apparently two of them are getting married soon, one has a baby on the way, and the rest are in steady loving relationships or have openly declared they arenât interested in that kind of thing. So guess who was the only sad single there?â
âAh,â Ojirou acknowledged a well of sympathy in his voice.
âAnd of course once they found out, they were like âoh I think my husband has a brotherâ or âoh I have this great friend from work youâd just love,â you ranted, earning a quiet snicker from Suna, which prompted you to lift your head up so you could dig back at the cat hybrid who looked to be having far too much fun at your expense.
âThey even asked me why I didnât date my nice neighbor, the one Iâm always hanging out with,â you added on ruthlessly, ignoring Ojirouâs shocked sputters, âBut I told them he was in a committed relationship. They were skeptical at first, but then I told them that I was sure because someone is extremely loud, enough that Iâm forced to use headphones to drown out the yowling.â
Poor Ojirou was coughing, clearly dying of embarrassment, and even Kita had the faintest red tinge to his cheeks. Unfortunately, Suna, unbothered as ever, simply smirked at you, which confirmed some of your suspicions that heâd been doing it on purpose, the brat.
Heaving another forlorn sigh you decided to give up and give poor Ojirou a break, making a mental note to make it up to him somehow. The poor guy really didnât deserve to be caught in the crossfire between you and Suna.
âSo, I spent the time being relentlessly hounded until it was time to leave,â you continued on, pretending not to notice Kita patting Ojirouâs back sympathetically, âI tried to explain to them that I just donât have the time and energy it takes to go out and start dating people, that work was taking up too much of my time, but they werenât having any of it.â
âIt sounds like a rough time,â Ojirou told you, with genuine sympathy, the man too kind even after youâd embarrassed the hell out of him, âlike when I go home and baa-chan asks when Iâm going to settle down and get married.â
Suna let out an involuntary hiss at that, and Kitaâs shoulders stiffened up a bit. Even though hybrid-human relationships were accepted and even almost expected between them and their owners these days, it didnât mean that everyone accepted them as âtrueâ relationships. There were a good chunk of people, mostly conservatives and the older generation who believed that human/human relationships were the only valid ones.
This was no doubt because of the fact that most hybrid children, once they hit eighteen chose to go to hybrid adoption centers rather than staying with their parents. This was partly because it was one of the few good ways to get out from under your parents roof.
Hybrid rights had come a long way from when theyâd first been implemented a few decades ago, back when they were considered something of a toy and a pet, not better than a slave. However, they technically still required a human âownerâ to do things like go to school, find a job, or even be out in public unsupervised.
There were people working to change that of course, and youâd donated heavily to the cause and actively supported it, but change was slow going, so for now it was what it was. It didnât help that there were a good deal of people around like Ojirouâs grandma who viewed hybrids as less than human, and would probably never acknowledge his relationship or any children they had, especially if the children were hybrids too.
It was something youâd listened to him vent about more than once, happy to lend him a listening ear, especially since heâd done the same for you plenty of times over the years.
âIt wasnât quite that bad,â you admitted, giving him your own sympathetic smile, âbut it was rather depressing.â
âDo ya even want a companion like that?â Kita asked her reasonably, âI donât think Iâve ever heard ya talk about wantinâ a relationship other than rantinâ about a few failed dates here and there. If ya donât I donât see why it should be a problem, and not any of their business either.â
âExcept I think I kind of do,â you admitted with a grimace, to the practical dog-hybrid who always gave solid, dependable advice, âI never planned to spend the rest of my life alone you know? I just always put my career first figuring relationships could come later, when I had more time, but now Iâm starting to wonder if later will ever come.â
âAnd ya donât want to date?â Kita asked with a slight frown, âIâm sure ya could make time if ya really wanted to, we could change our dinners around fer a while maybe?â
âNo way,â you protested immediately, âDinners with you guys are my only bastion of sanity. Plus Iâm not even sure I want to go out and meet people, frankly at this point Iâm not even sure I know how. It just⊠gets a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment sometimes you know?â
âSo why donât you get a hybrid?â Ojirou asked, his tone eminently reasonable despite the shock of what heâd said.
âA hybrid?â you repeated a little dumbfounded, âMe?!â
âWell why not?â he defended, stroking his recently grown goatee with his thumb and forefinger, âYouâre wealthy enough to afford one, it would solve your companionship issue, and you wouldnât have to date anyone, just go to a hybrid adoption center and find someone youâre compatible with.â
When he put it like that it did sound reasonable, even if it wasnât an idea that had ever occurred to you. A lot of your friends, not just Ojirou, had hybrid companions, one of the weddings discussed earlier that day was even to a hybrid even if it wouldnât be official until they could get proper legislature passed. You just had never really considered it an option for yourself.
âDo you think I could?â you asked with a light frown, turning the idea over in your mind, the question directed more at Kita than anyone else, both because he was always the most reasonable of the three and because as a hybrid you thought heâd probably be more qualified to answer whether you were a fit âownerâ.
However to your surprise it wasnât Kita, but Suna who answered first informing you in his normal lazy drawl, âYouâd do well with a hybrid I think, probably something lower energy, like a cat, and weâre pretty self-sufficient as you know, so you wouldnât have to worry about leaving it home alone like you would a pet.â
âHeâs right,â Kita agreed, after a thoughtful pause, âPersonally I believe ya would do well with a hybrid, ya get along with us well enough. Plus if yer worried we can help ya look after them. Suna needs a playmate anyway, heâs been gettingâ up ta too much mischief lately when Aran and I ainât here.â
Suna didnât even bother to protest, just shrugged, completely unbothered by the accusation. Figuring you might as well take advantage of the situation you asked a few more questions, all of which were answered by your friends who all had a lot of input on what kind of hybrid you should get.
You left that night with your head stuffed full of information, after telling them you needed time to think it over. Getting a hybrid was a lifechanging thing and you didnât want to run off half-cocked. It had gotten you an approving nod from Kita and a supportive pat on the shoulder from Ojirou. Suna had simply given you a knowing smirk, as if the smug cat hybrid already knew exactly what you were going to do as you walked out the door.
You stared up at the hybrid adoption center, not quite sure how youâd ended up here. For the last week or so, ever since Ojirou had brought it up youâd had hybrids on the brain. Youâd found your eyes wandering to look at them when they passed you in the street and idly daydreaming in your down time what it might be like to have one waiting when you came home and fantasizing about what kind you might get.
Normally you were very focused and productive at work, but somehow, youâd found yourself scrolling through different sites, putting in research into what kind of facility you should visit and what youâd need to do. It had gotten bad enough that some of your coworkers had noticed your distraction, which was the final nail in the coffin.
Youâd already known which center Ojirou had used to choose Kita and Suna, and so at the end of a particularly long day, quietly dreading heading home to your empty apartment youâd instead found yourself driving over to the center.
It was on the smaller side when it came to hybrid adoption centers, privately run and owned by Azumane Industries, a fashion line that created clothes that specifically catered to hybrids. Ojirou had, had nothing but good things to say, and so gathering your courage you left your car to head resolutely inside.
The lobby was rather quiet, only one other patron and two people manning the desks, both of whom looked up when you entered. You were a bit surprised to see the only two workers in sight were hybrids, one a silver cat of some type and the other clearly a German shepherd.
In hindsight it made a lot of sense to have hybrids be in charge of the adoption of other hybrids as they would likely know best how to match people up. However, you rarely saw that kind of practicality when it came to hybrids especially because you knew there was a lot of prejudice out there.
You offered the cat a hesitant smile, stepping up to the desk, the smile he gave back one that was both kind and welcoming as he introduced, âWelcome to Azumane Industries Hybrid Adoption Center. My name is Sugawara, how can I help you today?â
âIâm looking to adopt,â you admitted, unsure what else to say you tacked on, âMy friend recommended this place to me, so here I am.â
âWell, weâll take good care of you,â he assured you calmly, âUsually we do this by appointment, but youâre lucky. Itâs a slow day and we have an opening, so Iâd be happy to start the process with you if youâre willing.â
âGreat,â you told him with a quiet sigh of relief, glad that he could fit you in. Honestly you shouldâve known that a place like this would require a call ahead at least. It wouldâve served you right for being so impulsive if they hadnât been able to squeeze you in, âJust tell me what I need to do.â
Sugawara offered you a sly grin, one that reminded you of Suna as he promptly pushed a large stack of paperwork in your direction and handed you a pen. You grimaced at the sight of it but set to work, quietly filling out the forms one by one and handing each of them to Sugawara after so he could log them into his computer.
The forms reminded you of a loan or job application in a lot of ways, asking after your health, your income, your living situation, if you had a criminal record, any previous experience with hybrids etc. It took you quite a while to fill them all out, and by the end of it your wrist was sore and youâd signed your name more times than you cared to remember. However, since Sugawara had been filling in as you went you didnât have to wait long to move on to the next step.
âCongratulations,â he told you with an amused smile, watching as you massaged your wrist, âYouâve been approved to adopt from our center, which means we now get to the fun part.â
âFun part?â you questioned a little warily, having learned from Suna that a cat hybrid smiling at you didnât necessarily mean good things for your sanity.
âTell me about what kind of hybrid youâd like,â he told you leaning forward, elbows braced on the desk as he watched you intently, âDo you have any preferences? Iâve read all your information as weâve gone along so I have some ideas, but Iâd like to hear from you what you think you want.â
âIâm not sure where to start,â you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed.
âThatâs alright,â he assured you, âThatâs what Iâm here for. Letâs start with species, thatâs always good and will narrow things down a bit.â
âI know I want a cat or dog hybrid,â you told him immediately glad to have some kind of answer for him, âRabbit and rodent hybrids have heats and ruts too often for me to handle given how busy work keeps me.â
Heats and ruts were one of the big things that separated hybrids from humans and were part of the reason it was hard for them to find and hold down jobs. There were two kinds of hybrid within each species, alphas and omegas.
Alphas were usually more aggressive, stubborn, and willful. You needed to have a more dominant personality to have an alpha hybrid otherwise theyâd walk all over you. Alphas also had a period called a rut, where their hormones skyrocketed and made them want to breed with anything and everything. It was a really uncomfortable time for them, and made them even more aggressive.
Omegas were generally more passive, quiet and compliant. They tended to be favored over Alpha hybrids as companions because of their more docile nature. They had periods called heats, which were similar to an Alphas rut, the only difference being they wanted to be bred rather than to breed. It made them needy and clingy the entire time.
Both heats and ruts lasted anywhere from a couple of days to a week depending on the species of hybrid. Dogs and cats had week long heats, but they only happened two to three times a year, whereas rabbit and rodent hybrids only lasted a few days, but happened every week and a half to two weeks.
You knew it wasnât necessarily expected for a hybrid owner to stay home when their hybrid was in heat or rut, but you also knew it was those times that hybrids tended to be more reckless. Most of the research you did advised that you should if you could, even if you werenât the one who was going to be sexually intimate with your hybrid. There were of course hybrid heat centers, where hybrids could go to find willing partners and get their needs taken care of, but youâd heard horror stories about places like that and didnât want to use one unless you absolutely had to.
âThere are medications to manage heats and ruts,â Sugawara pointed out reasonably, a slight frown on his face.
âI know,â you agreed, âBut I did some research and it looks like most hybrids donât like to take them because they have nasty side effects, like potential infertility, mood drops, and weight gain. If thereâs a rodent or rabbit hybrid that wants to voluntarily take the medication then that could be fine, but Iâve heard only a few ever want to risk it.â
Sugawara looked surprised for a moment, then slowly nodded, âItâs good youâve looked into things, and itâs nice to see someone whoâs come prepared. Iâve heard a bit of that too, so no rabbits or rodents. Do you have any preference Alpha versus Omega?â
âNot really,â you admitted with a helpless shrug, feeling a little bad for not being able to narrow down the criteria for him, âIâm pretty open so long as they can fit into my lifestyle, are a little more independent, and think theyâll get along with me.â
âWell youâll at least have lots of options,â Sugwara assured you, with a smile that told you he wasnât off put by the fact that you didnât know exactly what you wanted either, âDoes that mean you donât have a preference for breed either?â
âThatâs right,â you agreed with a firm nod, âI just want someone whoâs going to be compatible with me, everything else is secondary.â
âOkay,â he told you cheerfully, âIâm sure we can do that! Though it might take us a little bit to narrow things down. Since you arenât picky you might as well come with me to start looking. Daichi can you manage the desk on your own?â
âSure,â the german shepherd hybrid agreed, from where heâd been sitting quietly, keeping watch over the two of you and typing away on his computer, since there was literally no one else in the lobby, âJust keep a radio on you so I can call you back up here if it gets busy Suga.â
Your soon to be guide agreed with a smile, plucking one of the aforementioned radios up and attaching it to his belt, before standing up from the desk. He stretched in a very feline manner, then ushered you towards a door that led toward the back of the building, tail swishing peacefully behind him.
âEach species of hybrid has its own floor,â Sugawara explained as he led you through the hall, âBunnies are on the top floor, rodents underneath them, cats on the second floor and dogs here on the first. Each floor has four separate wings, separated into categories depending on whether the hybrid in question is male or female, alpha or omega. These wings have private rooms in them and are connected by a shared space.â
âWeâll be going into the shared space,â he explained pausing outside one of the doors, âItâs where hybrids come both to hang out, and to meet people. If a hybrid isnât interested in being adopted by a specific human theyâll simply return to their rooms until the human leaves. This way we ensure that no one gets coerced into adoption. We also keep a close eye on things with security cameras in the shared space, for both the safety of humans and hybrids. Before we enter the room, I need you to give me verbal consent to allow yourself to be filmed.â
âThatâs fine,â you told him, more than a bit impressed with how thorough and organized the whole thing was, along with the lengths they went to, to ensure everyoneâs comfort.
âAlright then, letâs introduce you to the dogs,â he teased, with a confident smile.
The minute the door opened, almost every head turned in your direction, making you feel a bit awkward and unsure. Some of the hybrids were in their human forms, ears and tails the only hint of their non-human status, while others were lounging around in their secondary animal form.
The animal form of a hybrid was indistinguishable from a normal animal of the same breed. The only thing that might give it away was the high level of intelligence. Your research told you that hybrids tended to act more on their instincts when in animal form, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing.
Case in point, the minute you entered with Sugawara one enormous grey and white speckled dog came bounding over barking his head off. He was absolutely huge, and only the madly wagging tail kept you from cringing back as he charged over, his barking immediately setting off a few of the others.
You got the wind knocked out of you a bit as he collided with you, though thankfully the door was behind you, and kept you from being knocked off your feet as he placed enormous paws on your shoulders, burying his face in your hair and sniffing enthusiastically. You froze, unsure exactly what to do in this situation, and more than a bit uncomfortable.
Luckily Sugawara immediately came to your rescue, shoving the big dog off as he scolded, âBokuto! What have I told you about jumping up on our guests!â
The big dog immediately began to whine, tail tucked between his legs, and you wanted to feel bad for him, except you were still a bit unnerved.
âSorry about him,â Sugawara apologized with a sigh, âHeâs harmless I promise, just incredibly enthusiastic about new people.â
âItâs okay,â you assured him, hesitantly reaching out to Bokuto palms first to see if he might be interested, only to have him turn away. Unsure what to do you glanced at Sugawara, whose tail was swishing in clear agitation.
âIgnore him,â the silver haired cat hybrid told you, âHeâs just sulking because he got scolded. In fact, better yet ignore all of them, since they canât stop being rude and barking.â
This last bit, along with the fierce glare that accompanied it was leveled at the room in general, earning some sheepish looks from a couple of the dog hybrids who were in human form, and managing to quiet several of the barking ones who were in animal form.
âCome on,â he urged with one last flick of his tail, âI shouldâve started you with the cats anyway. You seem like a cat person to me, and I assure you theyâll have much better manners. If you donât find what youâre looking for there, weâll come back, but letâs explore the cat option first and give them time to recall their manners.â
You allowed him to usher you out of the room and toward the elevator, trusting his judgment. It was funny that heâd said you were a cat person, as he was actually the third cat hybrid to have told you so, Suna being one and the Siamese hybrid of one of your coworkers being the other.
It took you less than a minute to get up to the next floor, and when Sugawara ushered you into the cat hybrid room you could immediately feel the difference. There was no noise for one, just a bunch of curious eyes turned in your direction, but it didnât feel hostile at all.
Sugawara quickly introduced you to the cat hybrids, telling them youâd come to adopt and had âjust been slobbered all over by the dog hybridsâ so if they could all âmind their mannersâ that would be great. You were a little amused at the exasperated hybridâs antics, and you werenât the only one, if the quiet snickering from a hybrid with particularly messy hair was any indication. However you were also grateful to him for being so diligent as he introduced you to everyone.
Slowly, several cat hybrids meandered up to you, some in human form, some in cat form, though some also stayed in place clearly observing everything. You chatted lightly with the ones in human form, while letting the ones in cat form do as they pleased, answering their questions and asking a few of your own.
It was a much more relaxed experience, something you were infinitely grateful for after the sudden chaos of the dog hybrid room, and you had to wonder if the cat hybrids whoâd pegged you as a cat person hadnât been right after all. You were in the middle of quietly talking to a lovely female alpha hybrid named Shimizu when Sugawaraâs radio blared to life. Apparently, the front had gotten rather busy and Daichi desperately needed his help.
âWill you be alright if I leave you here?â Sugawara asked you seriously, âThis shouldnât take too long, and Shimizu is more than capable of looking after you.â
âSure,â you agreed, after a quick glance at the hybrid in question, who gave an acknowledging nod of her head, âI donât mind.â
âGood,â he agreed with a bright grin, before rounding on the rest of the room, âAnd all the rest of you better behave or Iâll hear why!â
With one last warning glare around the room he turned on his heel and left, leaving you in Shimizuâs capable hands. The two of you continued to talk amiably as several cat hybrids came by in one form or another to sniff at you or listen in on the conversation from nearby. A number of them only came over for a few minutes, lingered a bit and then left, spreading back out to the room or going into the hallways that led to their private rooms, however a good chunk of them stayed nearby as well.
Chatting lightly with Shimizu and a few of the others you found you really liked the poised and graceful cat hybrid and mightâve looked into adopting her. Unfortunately, Shimizu quickly made it clear that she had some plans of her own, that included getting herself and her young and adorable munchkin kitten hybrid Yachi adopted by one of their frequent visitors.
She was however, more than happy to give her own opinion on some of the other hybrids around, most of whom seemed to respect both her and her opinion a lot. You were listening to Shimizu tell you a bit more about Yachi, who was watching from a safe distance, clearly anxious, but also unwilling to leave, when you felt something paw at your leg.
A quick glance down revealed a long haired fluffy looking cat, in shades of silver and white who was staring up at you expectantly. None of the other cat hybrids had actually dared to touch you, a few coming close, but none making actual moves to greet you.
A little intrigued you crouched down so youâd be closer to his eye level, and extended your hands for him the same way you did for Suna when he was in his cat form, giving him a choice about whether he wanted to be touched or not. The cat hybrid eyed your hands thoughtfully for a minute, before sauntering within reach, nudging his head against your palm.
Taking your cue you allowed yourself to pet him, gently rubbing at his silky ears and enjoying the feeling of his thick, plush coat. His back arched pressing closer into your hands, eyelids lowering in contentment as you carefully massaged your fingers through his fur in a way you knew Suna enjoyed.
A rumbling purr escaped his throat and you couldnât help the pleased smile that crossed your lips at the sound as he pressed his way closer to your torso, entering the circle of your arms and keeping himself there. You were caught up in petting him for a moment and didnât immediately notice, but after a few seconds you realized the room had gotten very quiet.
It had been quiet before, as cat hybrids didnât make a lot of noise in general, but now it was almost deathly still outside the small purring sounds from the cat under your hands. You immediately froze and glanced up at Kiyoko who was watching the two of you with wide eyes.
âIs something wrong?â you asked, more than a bit concerned.
âYou pet him,â Shimizu murmured, more to herself than to you.
âShould I not have?â you asked worriedly, moving to pull your hands away, âIâm sorry I didnât realize. I pet my neighborâs cat hybrid all the time when heâs in the mood for it.â
The cat hybrid under your hands made a noise of protest as you pulled your hands away, giving Shimizu what you assumed to be a rather annoyed look based on her baffled and slightly contrite expression.
âNo,â she assured you quickly, âWe like to be pet, physical affection is important to hybrids. Itâs just that particular one doesnât usually allow anyone to touch him.â
âDo you mind?â you asked the hybrid in question, holding out your hands again.
He gave an agreeing mew and pressed his head to your palm, which you assumed meant you could resume petting. The fur under your fingers was clearly well taken care of, soft and plush and you truly wouldnât have minded continuing to pet him until he got sick of you.
However, you were interrupted by a furious yowling sound that immediately made you jump, your head snapping up to search for the source of the noise. It turned out to be another long haired fluffy cat, this one in shades of gold and white who came charging out of the halls and ran straight at you.
You didnât even have a second to react as the cat that had been in your arms darted around to hide behind you. Not that it stopped the oncoming golden one who didnât even bother to go around and instead went right over you, claws digging into your arm as he attempted to get at the silver one.
You let out a yelp of surprise and pain, as he launched himself off your shoulder at the silver cat behind you who immediately darted out of reach, running around you in dizzying circles with the golden one fast on his heels both of them yowling, hissing and spitting, clearly having some kind of argument.
It only took a moment for you to regain your bearings and decide you needed to put an end to whatever this was, since poor Shimizu didnât look at all ready to step in, an utterly appalled look on her face. Luckily you had quick reflexes and managed to snag both cats around the middle and stand up quickly, the abrupt shift immediately silencing both, no doubt shocked by your interruption.
âI think thatâs quite enough of that,â you scolded firmly, as you hefted the two carefully, keeping them firmly separated. They were a bit heavier than they looked but certainly not too much for you to keep aloft.
âYou,â you scolded the golden one, gently shaking him, who had turned to stare up at you with wide copper colored eyes, âI donât know what he did to you or why, but Iâm sure whatever it was couldâve been resolved without the ruckus. I also donât appreciate being climbed on or used as a spring board.
âAnd you,â you gently shook the silver one in turn, who looked equally surprised to be addressed, âIâm not sure if he deserved whatever you did or not, but you shouldnât have been causing a ruckus either, and I donât appreciate you using me as a shield.â
âFrom what I understand, in order to be here you have to be considered adults,â you continued firmly, âSo I suggest you act like it, and figure this out between yourselves without dragging innocent bystanders into your mess!â
With that you loosened your grip, fully expecting both of them to jump to the floor. However, both continued to simply hang limply in your grasp, watching you with curious eyes that you realized rather abruptly were almost completely identical.
âSiblings huh?â you asked no one in particular, nodding to yourself, âI suppose that explains a lot.â
âAre you alright?â Shimizu asked you worriedly, âYouâre bleeding.â
A quick glance at your arm showed you were indeed bleeding, small pinpricks of blood welling up from where the golden cat had dug his claws into you. It stung a bit, but you didnât think it was too bad.
âIâm alright,â you assured her, kneeling down and releasing both cats, since they seemed disinclined to continue fighting, and you wanted your hands free, âThough Iâd appreciate some disinfectant and some band aids if youâve got them.â
âOf course,â Shimizu assured you with a quick nod, âJust let me get them and Iâll be right back.â
The elegant hybrid moved with enviable grace and speed as she exited the room, leaving you alone. A quick look around the room showed that almost every eye was now on you, and you heaved a sigh, not exactly pleased to be the center of attention, especially since none of them did anything but stare, none of them bothering to approach, just look.
You glanced down in surprise when you felt something touching your leg, only to find the golden cat headbutting your shin, rubbing his face against your calf affectionately as he twined his way through your legs.
âDoes that mean youâre sorry,â you asked, crouching back down and offering your hands to the pretty, fluffy cat.
He immediately rubbed his face against your hands too, which you took as permission to continue your petting, rubbing your hand affectionately over his head and earning a happy purr from the feline who arched happily into your hands.
You were distracted from your petting by a paw, which came to rest on one of your wrists, the silver cat watching with obvious envy in his pretty copper colored eyes. Luckily for both of you, you had two hands, and you reached out to pet him too after assuring it was okay. The golden cat clearly wasnât too happy about his brotherâs presence, but didnât kick up a fuss, instead pressing himself closer and becoming more insistent as he purred ever louder. The silver cat didnât seemed to pay him any attention though, simply soaking up your attention and affection.
âHere,â Shimizu offered as she came back, first aid kit in hand, âDo you need any help getting bandaged up?â
You were about to accept her offer, as attempting to bandage your dominant arm was always a pain, when you felt something strange under your hand. You turned your attention back to the cat hybrids youâd been petting just in time to see the silver one shift, form becoming large, limbs extending, body lengthening and bulking up until he stood in front of you in human form.
You blinked, utterly startled as you stared up at him, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome in his human form, with the same silvery grey hair as his fur in cat form in an undercut and bright bronze eyes that peered out at you from under heavy lids. He had a strong, slightly square jaw and thick eyebrows, with blunt cheekbones and cupids bow lips.
He was also surprisingly big, at least six feet tall, and maybe a bit more than that, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off the definition of his muscles. To top it all off he had two cat ears poking out from his silvery hair and a fluffy tail that was slowly waving back and forth as he looked at you.
âIâll do it,â he told the two of you, his voice pleasant and lightly accented, his hand held out to Kiyoko gesturing for her to pass him the first aid kit, âIâll bandage ya up. Itâs only fair since the moron who scratched ya is too busy beinâ pampered.â
That earned a hiss from the golden cat, who immediately began to shift under your hands. You watched in surprise and no small amount of awe as he turned into a carbon copy of the other man whoâd appeared, only with golden hair, ears and tail. Youâd realized the two were related, but you hadnât realized they were identical twins. Twins were really rare for hybrids, even more rare than human twins. As such they were usually snapped up for adoption right away, so it was rare to see them in any sort of center.
âIf ya hadnât stolen my puddinâ I wouldnât have chased ya and scratched her in the first place,â the golden cat hybrid hissed at his brother.
âWell if ya hadnât eaten my onigiri, maybe I wouldnât have had to eat yer puddinââ the silver haired one retorted, his tone and expression both flatter compared to his sibling who looked like he might lunge at his twin at any moment.
Not wanting to get in the middle of a literal cat fight you held your own hand out to Kiyoko, who gratefully placed the first aid kit in your hands, then plopped down to sit cross legged on the floor. Your sudden movement startled both cat hybrids who turned to look at you, but you pointedly ignored them as you worked on opening the kit, and pulling out the things youâd need.
âHere I got it,â the golden haired one told you, plopping down beside you, âThat scrub ainât right about a lot of things, but he is right about this. I scratched ya, and I should fix ya.â
You gratefully held your arm out to him, and watched as he gently dabbed the scratches with disinfectant, grimacing slightly at the sting. You were distracted enough by his careful movements that you almost didnât notice the other twin, right up until he gently smeared Neosporin over the scratches, placing small bandages over the deeper punctures.
âThank you,â you told them both when they finished, automatically reaching up to pet their heads, but then pausing as you realized the gesture might not be as welcome in their human form.
Your worries were quickly allayed through as the golden one practically fell into your palm, soft, happy purring noises leaving his mouth as you gently scratched the base of his ears. His twin however didnât immediately move for you, and you turned concerned eyes on him, worried he might be offended. The minute he saw you looking though he immediately leaned forward, pressing his head to your palm, his own soft purrs leaving his throat as you carded your fingers through his hair.
âIâm back,â a familiar voice sang, the door to the room sliding open to reveal Sugawara, with a cheerful grin on his face, a grin that was immediately replaced by wide eyed shock as he saw you and the two hybrids who were nearly in your lap with how close they were pressing towards you.
However, shock melted into fury as his eyes saw the open first aid kit and the bandages on your arm, his words nearly a hiss as he demanded, âWhat happened?!â
Both hybrids immediately stiffened under your hands, drawing closer to you, either looking to protect you or looking for protection you werenât sure. Either way you allowed it, rubbing your hands over the backs of their necks in a way that always seemed to sooth Suna as you answered, âWe just had a bit of a mishap is all, but weâve cleared it up.â
âAre you sure?â Sugawara demanded anxiously, âWe were told when they were brought in that theyâd had a bit of trouble before, but they never mentioned that they might attack humans.â
The golden-haired twin seemed to bristle, and if he were in cat form you were sure all his fur would be puffed out as he glared at Sugawara. His twin didnât look nearly as bothered on the surface, but close as you were, you could see how tight the muscles in his neck and shoulders were as if he was about to spring forward at any moment.
Instinctively you pulled the golden twin toward you, tipping him over into your lap. Despite his size it wasnât all that difficult given heâd been practically leaning all his weight on you. He let out a yelp of surprise, but stayed still as you buried your fingers in his hair, keeping his cheek pillowed on your thigh. Your other hand gently squeezed the back of the silver twinâs neck, both holding him still and reminding him of your presence.
âIt wasnât an attack, simply an accident,â you assured Sugawara, as you soothed your thumb over the tense muscles of the silver oneâs neck, hoping to get him to relax, âA bit like what happened with the dog hybrid earlier.â
âIf youâre sure,â Sugawara told you, watching your pet the twins with wide eyes, like he couldnât quite believe what he was seeing, âDoes that mean youâve decided to take them then? I know you were a little worried about adopting one hybrid so I never imagined youâd want two at once.â
âWhat?â you asked, a little overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of information, and the assumption heâd made.
âYouâd have to take both of them,â Sugawara explained gently, âAdmittedly sometimes twins are separated, but we donât do that unless they want to be separated, and in this case both of them have stated they want to stay together.â
âThat makes sense,â you agreed, with a smile. It was good that the center accommodated things like that, and you made a mental note to thank Ojirou for directing you to such an upstanding place.
âShould I get paperwork started?â Sugawara asked, with an answering smile, âIf youâre taking the twins it will take a bit more work than usual, so Iâd like to get started right away. No pressure though, you donât have to make a decision today if you donât want to.â
âI hadnât really thought about adopting them,â you admitted, and felt both twins stiffen under your hands, so hurried to reassure them, âWe havenât had a chance to chat much yet. Iâd like to talk to them a little bit first before we make any decisions.â
âOf course,â the kindly hybrid agreed with an understanding nod, âWeâll give the three of you some space and let you get to know one another a bit better.â
âThank you,â you told him politely, waiting until heâd ushered Kiyoko a little bit away, clearly trying to give you some sense of privacy despite the fact that they were still well within earshot for hybrids, and likely interrogate the elegant female about what exactly had happened while he was gone.
âDo ya not want us,â the golden haired one asked you, once the two were gone, rolling over in your lap to peer up at you with wide copper eyes, the hint of a pout on his lips, and a little bit of hurt in his eyes.
âI donât know yet,â you told him honestly, gently stroking his golden hair away from his eyes, âWe donât know each other, yet do we? Do you even know if you want to come with me?â
The two cat hybrids glanced at each other, clearly communicating silently with each other for a moment before turning back to you. The golden haired one had apparently been elected spokesperson because he was the one to admit, âWe wouldnât mind goinâ home with ya.â
âBut you donât even know my name, do you? And I donât know yours either,â you pointed out, utterly baffled that theyâd apparently already decided.
âI heard mister pleasant over there when he introduced ya,â the silver haired one told you with a shrug, âBut if it matters so much to ya, Iâm Miya Osamu and heâs Atsumu.â
âI can introduce myself ya know,â the golden haired on hissed, doing his best to glare at his brother, though you were sure the effect was entirely lost considering he was apparently refusing to move from your lap and was upside down, âAnd I didnât get to hear yer name.â
âThatâs because ya were sulkinâ in our room,â Osamu pointed out.
âAnd whose fault is that huh?â Atsumu demanded with a grimace.
âYer own,â Osamu countered, looking utterly bored as he peered down at his brother. Atsumu made to lunge out of your lap, but was stopped by your hand pressed firmly to his forehead holding him in place. You took advantage of his moment of distraction to introduce yourself, gently rubbing behind his ears until he started purring again.
âAnd ya wonder why we want to go with ya,â Osamu told you sardonically, watching the two of you, âI ainât ever seen anybody who could get ahold of Tsumu like that.â
âDo the two of you always squabble like that?â you asked, a little amused and a little concerned, âIf I didnât know better I wouldâve thought one of you was a dog hybrid with how well youâre getting along right now.â
âIt ainât always so bad,â Osamu told you, turning his face away though you thought you saw the faintest hint of pink to his cheeks, âWeâre just a little restless is all. We havenât been here long so itâs just new, not as much freedom as weâre used to either beinâ cooped up for most of the day.â
âSurely they let you out if you want out,â you questioned, a little appalled that the center might be keeping hybrids like prisoners.
âWell sure,â Osamu answered turning back to you, his head tilted to the side as he studied you, âBut there are only so many places a hybrid is allowed without an owner ya know.â
You winced slightly at the blunt statement, but couldnât refute it. The law stated that all hybrids had to have a registered owner, and it was then up to that owner to set limits on the hybrid, about where they could go and what they could do. This was because if the hybrid caused any trouble, it was always on its owner to take responsibility which made things quite limited for them at times. There were lobbyists working to change that of course, as it was viewed as inhumane, but for now the law was the law.
âDid you have more freedom before here then?â you asked curiously, âIâve heard this place is pretty good.â
âItâs not bad,â Atsumu piped in, his voice content and rumbly as he turned languid eyes in your direction, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation, âBetter than the first center we were at when we first went up for adoption.â
âSo youâve been adopted before? Or did you just get moved from one of the other centers?â you asked curiously, only to have Atsumu go absolutely rigid under your hands as Osamu hissed at him, clearly angry with his brother, whoâd apparently revealed something he shouldnât if the way he shrank away instead of hissing back said anything.
You glanced between the two of them warily, unsure what to do as Atsumu pulled himself out of your lap so he could look at Osamu. The two of them were clearly communicating, both their tails swishing back and forth in clear agitation.
âWe had an owner,â Osamu admitted at last, his words clearly careful as he peered at you from underneath the fringe of his hair, âBut we didnât get along with him so he surrendered us ta the shelter again and they sent us here.â
A part of you really wanted to ask why exactly they hadnât gotten along with their old owner, but given the way Atsumu was refusing to meet your eyes, his nails practically digging into his thighs where he sat next to you, you got the feeling it would be kinder not to. Instead you carefully redirected the conversation back on topic and asked, âAnd what makes you think youâll get along better with me than your previous owner?â
âYer nothinâ like him,â Osamu told you bluntly, effectively shutting that avenue of conversation down.
âIf you say so,â you told him calmly, holding his gaze until he glanced away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
It was clearly a sensitive topic, and you didnât want to push. Youâd just met the two of them today after all, you certainly wouldnât have liked it if they tried to pry into your past, fair was fair after all.
âWhat do you picture yourselves doing all day?â you asked instead, figuring you might as well.
âDoing?â Atsumu repeated confused, tilting his head in a manner that you couldnât help but find rather adorable.
âIâll be at work most of the day during the week,â you explained patiently, âWhich means youâll be by yourselves for quite a bit of time. Youâd be more than welcome to laze around if you really wanted to, but I figured Iâd ask.â
âWhat kind of things are we allowed to do?â Osamu asked slowly, a strange look on his face that you couldnât quite interpret.
âAnything within reason,â you told him with a helpless shrug, âI have money, itâs not an issue, so long as itâs legal, and doesnât have the potential to hurt me, you or anyone else then I see no reason to place restrictions. My neighbor has a dog-hybrid who works a small rice farm that Ojirou bought him, but his cat-hybrid Suna spends most of his time either lounging around their apartment or playing sports with some of the other hybrids who live in the neighborhood.â
âWhich sport?â Atsumu asked, eyes bright, all hesitation forgotten in the face of this new information.
âVolleyball I think,â you told him with a shrug, âOjirou and I have gone to watch a few games, though I donât think itâs just volleyball either.â
If Atsumu had been a dog-hybrid you were sure his tail wouldâve been wagging a hundred miles an hour with how eager he looked, copper eyes bright in his face as he told you, âI like volleyball. Do you think heâd let me play?â
âYouâd have to take it up with Suna, but I donât see why he wouldnât,â you admitted cautiously, earning a happy smile from the hybrid.
âWhat about you Osamu?â you prompted gently, âDo you play too, or is there something else youâre interested in?â
The silver furred hybrid looked startled to be addressed, but then slowly admitted, âI like to cook.â
âThatâs amazing,â you praised, âI live on take out a lot of the time, unless Iâm headed over to Ojirouâs or Kita, his dog-hybrid makes an extra bento for me. I really should cook more, but I tend to be on the go a lot and donât want to dedicate the time.â
âItâs a bit of a shame though,â you admitted, feeling more than a bit sheepish, âOne of the best features of my apartment is the kitchen and I hardly ever use it.â
You continued to chat lightly with the twins learning quite a bit about the two of them in the process. Atsumu was definitely the louder twin, always eager and a bit blunt with his words, always saying the first thing that came to mind. Osamu was quieter than his twin, letting his golden furred brother do most of the talking for the two of them. He wasnât necessarily shy per se, and would answer when spoken to, but he seemed content for the most part to quietly observe before adding his two cents in.
The two of them together were utterly charming, which made you wonder just how they hadnât been adopted yet. You were fairly sure it must have something to do with the reason theyâd been returned to their adoption center, though for the life of you, you couldnât guess what that reason mightâve been.
âSorry to interrupt,â Sugawara cut in gently, interrupting Atsumu telling you all about the last volleyball game heâd played in, âBut the center is closing to visitors in a few minutes.â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized immediately, hurriedly scrambling to your feet, feeling more than a bit guilty, âI hadnât realized how late it had gotten.â
âThatâs alright,â Sugawara assured you with a kind smile, âIt sounds like the three of you are getting along well.â
âI think so,â you admitted, glancing at the twins whoâd both risen to their feet as well, both of them far more graceful than you could ever hope to be.
Both of them were watching you, Atsumu with tentative hope clear on his face, and Osamu completely unreadable except for the agitated twitch of his tail which told you he wasnât pleased your conversation had been interrupted.
âIâm glad,â Sugawara told you, âDo we have any kind of decision made?â
âIâŠâ you started glancing between the twins, who were both looking at you. Gut instinct meant you wanted to say yes. Youâd gotten along well and you thought you might continue to enjoy one anotherâs company. They seemed like theyâd slot into your life pretty easily. However you were still a bit hesitant. Adopting one hybrid had seemed like a big deal, but adopting two?
Plus youâd only met them today. Maybe you were being overly cautious but a single day didnât seem like nearly enough time to get to know someone before inviting them to live with you, no matter how much your heart urged you to say yes.
âActually, it doesnât matter,â Sugawara interrupted, an apologetic expression on his face, pulling you from your thoughts as he explained, âWe wouldnât have time to finish the paperwork before itâs time to close, so you wouldnât be able to take them home with you anyway, not today at least.â
âButâŠ!â Atsumu tried to protest, but quelled as Sugawara shot him a stern look.
âI think that it will be good for all of you to sleep on your decision,â the cat-hybrid told all three of you firmly, gently beginning to usher you from the room, before telling you, âYou can come back tomorrow if you like. Weâre open at the same times then.â
âAlright,â you agreed, following after him without a fuss, only to pause in your tracks at a heartbreaking mewling sound.
You turned around to see Atsumu staring after you with devastation written all over his handsome features, his hand outstretched like he was trying to reach out and physically stop you from leaving. Before youâd really thought about it your feet had carried you back, and youâd pulled the hybrid into your arms.
Atsumu clutched you tightly, burying his face in your neck and rubbing his cheek against yours in a move you recognized as scenting. You let him do as he pleased without protest, gently running your fingers through his soft golden hair. However, you were conscious of Sugawara waiting for you, so you gently extracted yourself after a few minutes.
Turning you saw Osamu watching you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you stepped toward him, offering your open arms anyway, waiting patiently. You were rewarded for that patience as he stepped into your hold, nuzzling at you the same way his twin had on the opposite side.
âIâll come back,â you found yourself promising, âI have work tomorrow, but after Iâll be here.â
Osamu drew back and peered into your face, copper eyes boring into your own, clearly searching for something before nodding, âWeâll hold ya to that.â
You let Sugawara usher you out after that, but found yourself tearing up a bit as you followed after him. You desperately didnât want to leave the twins behind. Somehow, someway youâd gotten terribly attached to them in just a few short hours.
Your sniffling apparently caught Sugawaraâs attention, because he turned around and hurriedly fumbled a packet of tissues from one of his pockets.
âIâm sorry,â he told you apologetically, âI thought maybe you wanted more time to think things over. We can still do paperwork tonight if you want I donât mind staying a bit late.â
You looked at him, startled that heâd apparently picked up on your hesitation as you gratefully accepted the tissues, dabbing at your eyes and blowing your nose before replying, âNo, no youâre right. Itâs not a decision I should make impulsively. I do want to think it over I justâŠâ
You trailed off helplessly, unsure what to say or how to explain that youâd gotten incredibly attached and were currently having a crisis as your head and heart were at war with each other. However, Sugawara apparently understood as he nodded in clear sympathy.
âDonât worry,â he assured you, âThatâs completely understandable, adopting a hybrid is no small thing. Those troublesome twins will still be here waiting for you tomorrow, so take all the time you need to think it over.â
âI will,â you told him, then tacked on sincerely, âThank you, for all your help today. I really appreciate it.â
âItâs my pleasure,â he told you with a bright, pleased smile as he walked you to the door, âIâll see you tomorrow?â
âSee you tomorrow,â you agreed with a smile, letting yourself out and heading back for your car.
The drive home your thoughts were absolutely full of the twins, and what it might be like to have them with you. Your heart and your mind were at war with one another, your heart desperate to run back to the center as soon as it opened in the morning for the cat hybrids, and your head worrying about what it might mean to have both of them and why theyâd been returned to the center by their previous owner.
You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you almost didnât notice Suna as you walked passed Ojirouâs door, headed to your own.
âWhat is that?â Suna demanded, his voice making you pause in your tracks.
âWhat is what?â you asked him baffled as he strode toward you nose in the air, clearly picking up something.
âYou smell like hybrid,â he informed you his tone accusatory, watching you with narrowed golden eyes.
âDo I?â you asked mildly.
âYou do,â he affirmed, âDoesnât she Kita?â
âDoesnât she what?â the collie hybrid asked, emerging from somewhere deeper in the apartment.
âSmell like hybrid,â Suna explained, his tail twitching languidly behind him and eyes alight with interest.
âYou do,â Kita agreed, after carefully scenting the air, âTwo of them actually.â
âReally?â Suna asked, clearly surprised, moving closer to sniff at you again, âYou sure?â
You held still, too used to his behavior to be bothered by it, partly amused and partly annoyed at the cat hybrid who was clearly digging for information.
âYes Iâm sure,â Kita told him calmly, âTheyâre very similar, but there.â
âTheyâre identical twins,â you explained, figuring the jig was up anyway, and hoping maybe Ojirou or Kita would have some advice that might help you with your quandary.
âHo?â Suna asked a purr of interest in his voice as he inhaled and nodded to himself, then asked slyly, âAnd what were you doing with these twins to have their scent on you so thoroughly?â
âIs Ojirou home?â you asked Kita, completely ignoring Sunaâs question, earning a chuckle of amusement from the Siamese.
âHeâs here,â Kita agreed, âDid you need to speak with him?â
âBoth of you, if you have a minute?â you questioned hopefully.
âFor you? Always,â Kita assured you kindly ushering you in.
âOya, I think Iâm hurt,â Suna told you as he followed along behind, a feline smirk on his face, âWhat about me? Donât you want my advice too? After all theyâre cat hybrids arenât they?â
âThey are,â you agreed with a huff as you plopped into your normal chair, âBut are you going to give me good advice, or are you going to say whatever you think will be most amusing for you?â
âWhatâs this about cat-hybrids?â Ojirou asked, emerging from the hallway, where Kita had gone to fetch him.
âSheâs thinking about adopting twin cat-hybrids,â Suna informed him before you had the chance to speak up, smug as the cat who got the canary.
âAre you really?â Ojirou questioned with a grin, taking his own seat.
âYes,â you agreed, shooting the smug Siamese a look for interrupting and stealing your thunder, âI went to that adoption center you recommended today.â
âThatâs great,â Ojirou told you, leaning forward in his chair eagerly, âHow did it go?â
You explained your meeting with the twins, happily accepting the drink Kita pressed into your hands, which was your favorite, as the collie hybrid got everyone settled and then settled in himself to listen. You talked about how much you liked them, but your wariness about getting not one but two hybrids, and the strange issue with them having a previous owner and being so cagey about it.
âI can see why youâre wary about used goods,â Suna noted.
âDonât call them that,â you snapped, despite the fact that you could hear the tinge of sarcasm in his voice and knew he didnât really mean it, unable to help yourself, âpeople arenât like items, and shouldnât be treated like them.â
âSheâs right,â Kita told the Siamese sternly, âEven as a joke, that was a rude way to refer to them.â
Suna slouched in his seat, looking thoroughly chastised as he admitted, âI know you donât see them like that. Youâve always treated us just like normal people.â
âThatâs because you are just like normal people,â you told him, stroking your fingers through his hair to let him know you forgave him, âJust with enhanced senses and a different set of instincts at times.â
âI donât know why you think you need our advice,â Ojirou pointed out reasonably, âIt sounds like youâve pretty much already made up your mind, you clearly adore them already.â
âItâs just a lot,â you admitted, âDo you think I can handle twin hybrids? Especially since Iâve never even had one before? I mean, Iâm not like you, none of my family ever had one growing up, and the only ones I really know are Kita, Suna, and a couple that come into the office with Tendou from time to time.â
âWeâre not exactly children,â Kita reasoned, logically, âWe donât actually require all that much care outside of the basics, which I know youâre monetarily able to provide, and companionship, which is the whole reason you decided to seek out a hybrid in the first place. One or two, does it really matter? It might even be better as theyâll be able to keep each other company if they get lonely when youâre gone, and I see no reason we canât help you look after them too.â
âYouâd do that?â you asked the collie hybrid, surprised.
âOf course,â he agreed with a tiny smile, âWeâre friends are we not?â
You smiled at him, touched, and extremely reassured by his ever cool logic. It did make sense, and quelled some of your worries, plus knowing the extremely reliable hybrid would help you out if you needed it was incredibly comforting.
âI wouldnât worry about them being returned to their center,â Suna told you, surprisingly serious, âHybrids get returned for all sorts of reasons, but most of the time its owner incompatibility rather than behavioral issues. Plus that center wouldnât let you adopt them if they thought theyâd give you trouble.â
âBut Sugawara did say theyâd heard the twins gave someone trouble,â you admitted, recalling the conversation with the worried cat-hybrid.
âYes, but they didnât give you trouble,â Suna pointed out, âWe cat hybrids tend to make up our minds pretty quickly about people. It sounds like they decided they liked you, and unless something really terrible happens theyâll keep liking you, weâre terribly stubborn that way.â
âIf youâre really worried you can always ask the center about it,â Ojirou told you, âThey keep records, and would probably tell you, especially if itâs a concern about their adoptability.â
âI donât want to pry into something and lose their trust,â you admitted, even as part of you was incredibly tempted to do just that.
âThen maybe try asking if the center if they think whatever the issue was, will be an issue with you,â Suna reasoned, âAnd if they say no then let it lie and adopt them, and if they say maybe or yes, then tell the twins you canât accept them if they canât tell you what the issue was.â
âThat seems fair to me,â Kita agreed with a nod, âJust make sure youâre honest and tell them you asked, just in case.â
âOkay,â you agreed, letting out a relieved breath, âOkay that sounds really reasonable to me. Itâs just⊠do you think Iâm rushing into this too fast? I mean going to the center today was an impulse.â
âI donât think so,â Ojirou assured her thoughtfully, âYouâve been thinking about it for a while, havenât you?â
âSheâs put so much thought into it sheâs actually over thought it,â Suna interjected wryly before you had a chance to answer.
You made a face at him but couldnât actually argue. He might have a point about overthinking it. Reassured you spent a good couple hours talking with your neighbor and the two hybrids as they answered more of your questions, and you told them about the twins.
Eventually however you headed home, determined now to get at least a little bit prepared for the arrival of your two new housemates tomorrow. Luckily it wasnât dirty, but running a load of laundry and doing a little vacuuming never hurt anyone. You didnât have a whole lot for them and didnât know what kind of things they might have or need, but hopefully your office with pull out futon and guest bedroom would suffice for now until you could take them shopping.
Falling into bed that night you let yourself feel your excitement for the first time. You were adopting a hybrid, not just one but adorable twin hybrids. You couldnât wait to bring them home and maybe put an end to your loneliness once and for all.
Osamu glanced slowly around the room, trying not to look at his twin, the clock, or the doors to the main area of the shared living space the way Atsumu was. Yesterday had been a bit of a revelation. Heâd never actually expected to approach the woman whoâd shown up looking to adopt. After what happened with their last owner heâd never expected to ever actually want to be adopted again. However, somehow heâd found himself entranced by her, and he had no one but himself to blame.
When heâd initially strolled over, it was because heâd known via his bond to his older twin that heâd finally realized that Osamu had snagged his pudding for himself and was throwing a fit about it. Heâd thought that his twin wouldnât dare make a fuss if he was with a potential owner.
The rules of this place were pretty lax compared to the first center theyâd lived in. It allowed them a lot more freedoms. It let them come and go from their rooms as they pleased rather than on a regimented schedule, and allowed them to turn down any potential adopter that they didnât like, which had felt utterly shocking and unprecedented when heâd first been told about it. They gave them a small allowance they could spend or save as they chose, and even let them deal with their heats and ruts in whatever way they chose, including with other tenants so long as birth control was used.
It honestly felt like heaven compared to the first center theyâd been at, and maybe even better than living with their previous owner even before everything had gone to shit. He wasnât sure heâd even ever wanted to leave, which heâd been assured by several other tenants was also an option if he so desired.
However, the one rule that was the same between both centers was that they werenât allowed to cause trouble with the humans that came looking to adopt. This was only good sense considering how much the law favored humans in cases of hybrid vs human issues. However, unlike the first center theyâd lived, this one at least didnât threaten to put them down if they misbehaved.
Theyâd been young back then, everyone in that center was, all of them below the age of twenty-one, because anyone who reached their twenty-second birthday disappeared and was never seen again. Thus he hadnât known it was actually against the law to kill hybrids, none of them had known and the caretakers had perpetuated the rumor that those who reached twenty-two were killed instead of shipped off to other centers in order to make them that much more desperate to be adopted.
It had made him more than a bit bitter once heâd been with their new owner long enough to learn more about what was and wasnât allowed when it came to human hybrid interactions. The man had actually found their previous beliefs amusing and had laughed at them more than once for being so naĂŻve.
It was positively galling, and had made his hackles rise more than once. However heâd known better than to lash out and had better impulse control than Atsumu whoâd been punished by their previous owner more than once for acting aggressively. Fortunately, Osamu had never liked being made fun of, and spite was a powerful motivator, meaning heâd practically memorized any and all of the laws that had to do with hybrids.
It meant the few times their owner had toed the line with Atsumuâs punishments that heâd been able to cite the law to pull him back, right up until their owner had decided he no longer cared and pushed too far, leading to them being removed from his home and put back up for adoption at this new center.
They had been here for just over a month and while several people had been interested in adopting the ârare gold and silver hybrid twinsâ he had absolutely refused to engage with any of them. It was probably why that female alpha hybrid had been so shocked when heâd first approached.
Heâd fully intended to just use the human to keep Atsumu at bay, right up until sheâd crouched down and offered her hands to him and heâd gotten a whiff of her scent. Heâd known from the few lessons their ma had bothered to teach them that hybrids relied a lot more on their sense of smell than humans did, and that scent was the basis of the instinct that told them who would be a good mate and who wouldnât.
Heâd originally thought compatibility could only be found with other hybrids, after all heâd met plenty of humans before both when heâd lived in the adoption centers and with his previous owner and never once had he gotten a hint of compatibility with any of them. He thought he could be forgiven for completely losing his head and giving over to his instincts as he caught the scent of the most compatible person heâd ever met.
Her scent was honestly indescribable, and his instincts had him purring within seconds as he tried to rub her scent all over himself. Sheâd obliged, petting him with fingers that had felt magical, her touch kind and soothing and perfect as she rubbed his ears, carded fingers through his fur and rubbed her hand along his back.
Heâd been lost in a dizzy haze of touch and scent and probably wouldâve remained that way if not for the fury of his brother, which had jolted him out of it. It had been like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head pulling him from his happy haze and reminding him of the whole reason heâd come up to the human in the first place.
He probably shouldâve run off, but hadnât been able to bring himself to move very far, instead darting around to hide behind her. Heâd thought that once Atsumu saw her heâd stop and at least hold off attempting to get vengeance until later, but heâd overestimated his brother again, who was apparently more incensed than heâd guessed about the lost pudding.
Instinct had kicked in and before heâd really thought about it he was running away from his brother, darting around her legs in a game of chase that was both amusing and a bit annoying, especially when he could tell how much it was pissing his brother off, his siblingâs annoyance pulsing down their bond in waves of sparks.
He wasnât sure how long it wouldâve continued, as theyâd actually run around like this until someone got tired before, usually Atsumu as he got fed up and didnât have the patience to keep going. However, heâd suddenly found himself plucked right up into the air.
Heâd been amused when sheâd scolded Atsumu, though the amusement had faded a bit when sheâd decided to scold him too, leaving him feeling properly chastised. Heâd been more than a bit pissed off with his brother when heâd realized the nice smelling woman was bleeding because of him, though thereâd also been a small frisson of fear, wondering what the consequences would be.
However, to his surprise she hadnât actually seemed all that angry with either of them. Instead sheâd immediately accepted Atsumuâs apologies as his brother, whoâd managed to get a lungful of her scent had cuddled up to her. He could feel Atsumuâs deep interest in the human. His brother clearly also scented compatibility with her, which wasnât surprising given theyâd shared almost everything else in their lives.
Heâd found himself more than a little bit jealous as heâd watched his brother soak up her attention. It had always been like that to an extent. Atsumu had always been the more outgoing one, the one who attracted attention, who wore his heart on his sleeve and somehow managed to win people over despite his often crass personality. Osamu had always kind of faded into the background as he was much quieter and had better control over his emotions, the silver to his gold, the shadow to his light.
Normally he didnât mind, but this time being forgotten had stung. Theyâd always competed with each other, but most of the time heâd been humoring his brother, or simply hadnât wanted Atsumu to win rather than wanting the prize of winning himself. This time though it had felt like more than that. No way was he going to let his brother steal her all to himself.
Before heâd really thought about it heâd reached out a paw, and to her credit sheâd immediately offered him a sweet smile and resumed her wonderful petting. Atsumu hadnât been pleased, but he hadnât cared a bit.
It hadnât surprised him at all that when Shimizu had come back with the first aid kit that Atsumu had insisted on taking over when heâd been the one to offer first. The two of them had continued to quietly compete over her attention as they fixed up her scratches, though he could at least feel his brotherâs guilt for inflicting them on her in the first place, which did help sooth some of his annoyance with his older twin.
It was utterly gratifying that even when she had Atsumu literally in the palm of her hand, sheâd still looked for him too. Heâd tried to shove the feeling down and away, trying to remind himself that neither he nor his brother actually wanted another owner, but found it wasnât working well. The combination of her scent and her fingers as she massaged her fingers through his hair enough to make him want to curl up in her lap and never leave.
Heâd thought they might get in trouble when Sugawara returned. His fellow silver cat-hybrid belonged to the owner of the center, and took his job very seriously. He wouldnât allow any of them to make trouble, and while he respected him, and admittedly envied him a bit for the clear trusting and loving relationship he had with his owner it didnât stop him from wanting to claw his eyes out for bringing up their past in front of her.
Right when he was considering attempting to verbally eviscerate the other hybrid and damn the consequences his brotherâs shock had pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see her pull his twin into her lap. The feel of her hand gently squeezing his neck from behind practically made him limp with pleasure as Atsumuâs own bliss at being so close to her combined with his own to thoroughly distract the two of them, though not so much he didnât notice her excusing their behavior and ensuring they didnât get in trouble.
However, both of them had snapped to attention when the other hybrid had asked her if she wanted to adopt the two of them. Heâd been able to feel his twinâs building hope, his impulsive brother apparently forgetting all about not wanting another owner, already clearly more than half in love with her despite not even knowing her for a day.
It was a trait he both hated and envied in his twin, the ability to be so impulsive, to move on so quickly and let go of past hurts. It wasnât something he was capable of. He knew he was a grudge holder and far slower to trust than his brother was. He liked to think it served him well and kept him from being as naĂŻve as Atsumu could be, though there were times it made things difficult too.
Heâd been unsure whether he wanted her to state her intention to adopt them or not, right up until sheâd said she hadnât even considered it. It stung more than heâd expected, his own small hurt amplified by his brotherâs though both of them had been somewhat soothed by her explanation that she wanted to know them better.
It was extremely reasonable and made him like her all the more, knowing she was the cautious type, more like him than like Atsumu, even if he simultaneously wished sheâd been a little more impulsive just this one time and said yes instead. Though he found himself heartened by her honesty. That sheâd actually asked them if they wanted to go with her rather than making any sort of assumption had settled things for him.
He hadnât needed Atsumuâs silent pleading to forget their original plans to agree that maybe they should give this human a chance, though it did make it easier in the end to agree as he wasnât the only one who wanted it.
Theyâd both tried to win her over, and though theyâd accidentally fallen into squabbling more than once sheâd handled it like a champ, not at all put off and even amused by it if the smile was any indication. However, despite the fact that they were the ones trying to win her over, it seemed every word she spoke was actually meant to win them over instead.
She was nothing like their previous owner, whoâd been strict with his rules and harsh with his punishments. In fact she didnât speak about punishments at all. He wasnât naĂŻve enough to think there wouldnât be any if they misbehaved, but the freedoms she was offering in turn more than made up for anything she might throw their way.
The biggest hiccup had been when Atsumu mentioned their previous owner. The horror and guilt heâd felt from his twin was the only reason heâd managed to keep himself from doing more than hiss at him. His stomach had sunk when sheâd gently pressed them for answers, but he knew they had to give her something.
Heâd tried to give her as little as possible unwilling to volunteer the information, both because he hated even thinking about their time with their previous owner and because he was afraid she might somehow decide she didnât want them because of it. In the end sheâd changed the subject herself, and not brought it up again, but as sheâd walked away from them with Sugawara, leaving them behind heâd wondered rather despairingly if that hadnât been a mistake.
It didnât matter that sheâd turned around to comfort them when Atsumu had been unable to keep his heartbreak quiet. Heâd known the minute she walked out the doors the chances of her coming back were slim to none. That was the other thing that remained consistent between this shelter and the last. Once a potential owner walked away claiming they needed to âthink on itâ they never came back.
Still he hadnât been able to turn away from her embrace, or to stop himself from scent marking the opposite side of your neck from the one his twin had claimed, laying his own personal stamp with the faint hope it would remind you to come back for them. However, no matter what youâd said, he couldnât bring himself to hope. He knew hoping would only lead to more disappointment, and he wasnât like Atsumu he wouldnât be able to bounce back from it.
Not that his twin was making it easy on him. His brotherâs hope was so fierce it was almost painful and he could feel the slightly desperate edge to it. Heâd gotten attached to her, not that he could blame him, he was more attached than he wanted to be too. However unlike him, Atsumu had fill faith you were coming back, so much so heâd actually packed up his room into the bags theyâd brought from his old place and was ready to go.
Nothing Osamu or any of the others, who also seemed to understand how small the chance was that sheâd come back for them, said could sway him. The moment it had passed three oâclock Atsumu had brought hjs bags out to the shared living area and began to sit vigil, waiting for her to come back.
Stubborn as ever his twin had ignored all the pitying looks sent his way and the fact that slowly but surely time had slipped by, leaving just half an hour until they were supposed to close. Though his face was resolute, his brother wasnât actually stupid and Osamu knew it was only stubborn pride keeping him in place. He could feel the slow onset of his twinâs hurt and despair as each minute ticked down.
Heâd contemplated leaving him, going to his own room to wallow, but he knew he could never abandon his twin. Theyâd been through everything together, and he certainly wasnât going to leave him now.
He was trying to figure out if he could coax his brother into leaving his post when the door swung open, revealing Sugawara, who had a wide beaming smile on his face. His fellow silver hybrid cast a quick glance behind him before ushering his follower into the room.
He barely caught a glimpse of her before his brother practically launched himself at her, but it was enough to freeze him in his place, because it was her. Sheâd actually come back after all.
His brother had wrapped himself around her, burying his face in her neck and clinging to her like favorite a stuffed toy, not that she seemed to mind, if the hands she was running over his hair and back meant anything. He couldnât quite hear what they were saying, the words too quiet to hear over the sudden near painful hope and the rapid beat of his own heart at the thought that sheâd come for them.
Atsumuâs joy was practically burning through him, combined with his restored faith and smug satisfaction that heâd been right all along about her coming back for them. It probably shouldâve annoyed him, but he found that all he could really feel was a bone deep sort of relief.
âWhereâs your brother?â she asked, as she finally managed to gently extract herself a bit from his twinâs embrace, though he noticed he didnât let go entirely, one of his hands laced firmly with hers.
He immediately stood, letting himself fall back into his more human skin as he made his way toward them, not waiting for his brother to out him. She seemed to spot him immediately and the relieved smile on her face was enough to make his traitorous heart skip a beat.
âOsamu,â she greeted warmly, more warmly than he thought heâd ever been greeted by anyone before as she opened her free arm in an inviting gesture. It was maybe a little pathetic how readily he accepted that embrace, but he couldnât bring himself to care, as he fell into her hold, face automatically nuzzling against the side of her neck that Atsumu had left unclaimed. A rumbling purr left his lips as he felt her press her face against his affectionately, as he allowed himself to cling to her for a bit.
âIâm so sorry Iâm late,â she murmured to him quietly, her arm squeezing affectionately around his waist, genuine regret in her tone, âMy boss made me stay a little longer than usual, and then there was an accident on the freeway. I called ahead though and Sugawara has almost all the paperwork done. I just need to collect the two of you, do some signing and weâll go home okay?â
âReally? Yer takinâ us home?â he almost didnât recognize his own voice given how weak it sounded, the quaver in it making him feel utterly ridiculous and overly emotional, something that was supposed to be his twinâs job, and frustrated him enough that he bit his lip nearly hard enough to bleed as he wrestled with himself, trying to get back in control of his emotions.
âYeah, as long as you want to come, then Iâll gladly take you,â she offered with a gentle smile that made his heart squeeze nearly painfully in his chest, âThough thereâs something I need to admit to first.â
He froze a little at that, staring at her anxiously as Atsumu also looked on, his blabbermouth brother finally silent and clearly wary. She carefully released him, though she still reached for his hand, peering between the two of them, anxious but also obviously determined. He allowed her to grasp her fingers, squeezing them automatically, anxiety making his heartrate skyrocket and bile rise in his throat.
âI asked the center about your previous owner,â she confessed, the words automatically making his heart drop, as he wondered numbly what they couldâve told her. Had she asked for the details? Was she afraid now? Had she changed her mind or decided to add some stipulations to their adoption?â
âI didnât ask for details,â she clarified, her voice managing to cut through the haze of panic that had been rising in his chest, âAll I asked was if they thought whatever had happened with your previous owner would cause trouble for me, or put any of us in any sort of danger.â
That didnât actually sound so bad, and was even fairly reasonable the storm of hurt and anger that had been building behind his anxiety slowly dispersing the more he thought about it. He noticed that his grip on her hand had loosened a bit, and he retightened his hold, hoping the center had responded in a way that reassured her. Given that she was here, talking to them, he thought it wasnât unreasonable to be hopeful.
âThey said none of us would be in any danger, otherwise they never wouldâve offered to take you both in, in the first place, and that they were sure youâd be alright with me,â she explained, her hand gently squeezing his in return.
He wasnât sure if the bone deep relief he felt was his or his brotherâs but he couldnât bring himself to care, too caught up in the surging hope that followed it as she asked, âSo, even knowing that I asked that, are the two of you still willing to come home with me?â
âO course we want to go with ya, right Samu?â his brother replied instantly, nuzzling into her neck insistently, clearly begging for attention, attention she seemed more than willing to give if the affectionate smile on her face was any indication. When she looked at him for confirmation all he could do was nod in agreement, unable to find the words for how very much he did want it and unwilling to sound ridiculous again.
The next half hour passed in a strange almost dream like haze, as he packed himself up, his smug brother clinging to her and gloating over how he was already finished, soaking up her attention as he made a mental note to get back at his annoying twin later. Once he finished packing all there really was, was a couple of signatures before he found himself in a nice car that was speeding along the highway.
Atsumu was chatting away in the front seat, practically bouncing as he asked their amused new owner anything that popped into his head as he tried to digest what had happened. Somehow, someway, they had an owner again.
You smiled to yourself as you listened to Atsumu babble away happily in the seat next to you. The golden furred twin hadnât stopped bouncing since youâd showed up at the shelter, clearly over the moon that youâd come back for him. Osamu was quiet in the back seat, and you mightâve been worried he was happy to come with you if not for the way heâd scent marked you, almost frantically his hand clutched tightly to yours as youâd signed the paperwork to take them home.
It was pretty clear both twins had thought you werenât coming back for them, and it had broken your heart a bit, and made you even more resolute that youâd done the right thing for all of you. Youâd been anxious the whole day to get back to them, not nearly as focused on work as you probably shouldâve been, which had been part of the reason for your delay in the first place.
Youâd panicked more than a bit when youâd encountered the accident on the way there, afraid that youâd break your promise to the twins. It had only been Sugawaraâs kind voice, assuring you that heâd start the paperwork while you drove and even stay open late if necessary for you to get there, that had kept your guilt and panic at bay.
Now that you had them with you werenât quite sure how you felt. Dazed that it was actually happening, excited for what the future might bring, and a little anxious about all the changes youâd have to make in your life even as you looked forward to those changes more than anything.
However, before you headed for home there were a couple things you needed to do first. Luckily you would hopefully find everything you needed in one place, at least for today. You wanted to give them time to settle in a bit, more shopping could come later when theyâd decided what they needed.
âWhereâs this?â Atsumu asked, pausing in his excited babble to look at you with confusion, as you pulled into the large parking lot, âYa donât live here do ya?â
âDonât be stupid,â his brother huffed from the backseat, âYer gonna make her think weâre some kind of bumpkins, ya know what a mall is Tsumu.â
âO course I know what a mall is,â Atsumu blustered, twisting around in his seat to glare at his twin, âI just thought maybe she had an apartment nearby is all. Who knows how rich people live?â
You huffed in amusement, reaching out without thought to ruffle his ears affectionately. The golden haired hybrid froze for a minute under your touch, and you wondered if youâd done something wrong, freezing as well, before a rumbling purr left his chest as he pressed his head further into your hand.
âYouâre too cute,â you murmured almost to yourself as you gently scratched his ears and stroked your hand over his face and neck, unable to keep the smile from your lips.
âWeâre only stopped here for a quick couple errands,â you explained to both twins, reluctantly pulling away from Atsumu who offered a pout but didnât protest, âI noticed you donât have as much as I thought you would, and I want to get you more comfortable collars to wear when weâre in public.â
Both twins hands immediately flew to the simple brown leather bands around their necks. All hybrids were required to wear collars in public to identify them as belonging to someone. The collars had a tag on them, which was essentially a small chip that had all their ownerâs information in it, that when scanned would tell someone how to get in contact with their owner. It was to ensure they behaved and that if they didnât their owner could be forced to take responsibility for their actions. Any hybrid who walked around without a collar immediately had the police called and was brought in and held until they could figure out why they were without.
Youâd heard horror stories about the way such hybrids were treated, innocent hybrids whoâd accidentally lost a collar somewhere and been so traumatized when they were finally returned to their owners that they were never the same again. Which of course was why you were determined it was never going to happen to your twins, even if a part of you balked at the idea of putting a symbol of ownership on another sentient being. Judging from the looks on their faces, Atsumuâs much easier to read than Osamuâs theyâd heard stories too, and neither of them bothered to protest.
âCome on,â you urged gently, climbing out of the car yourself, âThe sooner we get the unpleasant stuff done the sooner we get to the good stuff. Iâve got a couple things in mind Iâd like to get you both as welcome home presents, but if thereâs anything else you think you want or need feel free to ask.â
âPresents?â Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding out of the car.
âThatâs right,â you agreed with a small laugh, watching him sulk a bit as he realized his brother had beaten him in securing your free hand, Osamuâs fingers laced with your own and a smug smirk on the silver hybridâs face, âSo keep close and letâs get going okay?â
Luckily the mall wasnât too crowded, and while the twins got more then their fair share of admiring looks, doubtless both because of how good looking they were and how rare twin hybrids in general were, no one actually dared to approach your group, even as Atsumu practically bounced around glancing around the mall in fascination and reminding you more of an eager puppy than a supposedly slightly older cat hybrid.
Osamu was much more dignified and kept close to your side, though judging from his wide-eyed look that he couldnât quite hide behind his stoic façade he was just as in awe as his brother. You were starting to get an impression of their previous owner and it was far from good.
Youâd known that some owners kept their hybrids close to home, either because they were overly protective or possessive, and it had always rubbed you the wrong way. Ojirou had always allowed Kita and Suna to do as they pleased for the most part, treating them as capable adults and equals, more like roommates than the pets some treated their hybrids as and his was the example you were going to strive to follow.
It was why your errands today were so important, because while you would happily have let your twin hybrids run around as they pleased dressed however they pleased a collar was unfortunately the one thing they couldnât be without, especially if they were going to go outside without you.
Luckily the mall was outfitted with several hybrid specialty stores and it didnât take you long to find one dedicated entirely to collars. Both twins were a little wide eyed at the selection, and neither seemed to know quite what to say as you roamed through the aisles together looking at the selection.
Several of them made you grimace in outright distaste, the collars boasting accessories like inward facing spikes or tracking devices that would alert the owner if the hybrid tried to leave their home. It made you feel a little sick to your stomach, so you instead turned to the less intrusive ones.
âDo you see anything you like?â you asked the twins, squeezing Osamuâs hand affectionately, âYou donât have to wear collars in the house if you donât want to, but youâre going to need them if you want to leave when Iâm not home, which means youâll probably be wearing them a lot, so make sure to pick something you like. You can even pick a couple if you want it to match your outfit for the day or whatever I donât mind spending a little more to get a handful of chips programmed.â
Both twins blinked at you owlishly clearly startled by the offer, which made your heart hurt for them, even as they hesitantly turned back toward the displays, looking more closely than they had before.
âDo ya have any restrictions?â Osamu asked bluntly, not quite looking at you as he eyed a display of thick leather ones that didnât look comfortable in the slightest.
âNo,â you assured him, âIâm not the one who has to wear it.â
Osamu nodded slowly, and seemed to be taking his time as he perused the collars. You let him do as he liked, allowing him to lead. Youâd only loosened your hold on him once, thinking he may like to wander the store like his brother and not have to tow you along with him, but the way his hand had reflexively tightened on yours in response had put paid to that assumption and youâd immediately re-laced your fingers together.
In the end Atsumu approached you first, holding a collar out to you hopefully. It actually looked like it was meant more for a dog hybrid, thick black leather with steel spikes on it, making it look fairly fierce. Personally you thought it was gaudy and was probably going to be uncomfortable, but you tried not to let your distaste show, after all youâd said anything they wanted and youâd meant it. Luckily in the end you didnât need to say anything.
âWhat the hell is that?â Osamu demanded when he caught sight of the collar in his brotherâs hands, the disgusted look on his face letting you know his feelings quite clearly.
âItâs a collar scrub, what else would it be?â Atsumu replied with a sneer for his twin you were beginning to think was automatic.
âIâm not the scrub you are,â the silver twin sneered, âBecause only a scrub would wear somethinâ like that.â
âOy,â Atsumu interjected, with a fierce glare, âShe said we could have what we wanted.â
âYeah but she probably thought ya had some sort of taste, she doesnât know you well enough to know how scrubby ya are scrub,â Osamu hissed back.
âAlright guys,â you interjected gently, squeezing Osamuâs hand and reaching out to gently ruffle Atsumuâs ears, aware of the eyes of the cashier which had definitely turned in your direction given the twins were getting louder and louder by the second, âLetâs try to keep it to polite volume levels in public hmm?â
âSorry,â both twins grumbled, identical pouts on their faces that made you giggle.
âItâs alright,â you assured them fondly, âJust try to be good okay?â
They nodded though Osamu clearly needed to get the last word in as he turned to you with pleading eyes, âYa think itâs an abomination too donât ya?â
âI said you could have whatever you wanted,â you told him diplomatically, âIf this is what Atsumu likes, then of course he can have it.â
âHa, see!â Osamu demanded of his twin, clearly seeing right through your attempt at diplomacy, âShe thinks itâs ugly too!â
âDo ya really think itâs ugly?â Atsumu asked you sulkily eyeing the collar in his hands.
Youâd known before that you were weak to pleading eyes, but it turned out you were even more weak to the pleading copper eyes of your hybrid, the thought that he might be sad tugging at your heartstrings.
âI just worry youâll be uncomfortable,â you assured him, letting go of Osamuâs hand and gently cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks affectionately, the same way you did for one of the hybrids that occasionally came to your office to sulk when his owner brought him to work but didnât pay attention to him.
Atsumu immediately leaned into your palms, heavy lidded eyes half-shut with bliss as you explained, âItâs summer right now, and thereâs no padding so it will be hot, heavy and probably chafe. Plus didnât you say you wanted to play volleyball? Wonât it get in the way? I can definitely get it for you if you like it, but maybe pick something else too, okay?â
âKay,â your golden twin agreed, sounding completely and utterly content as he nuzzled into your hands, making your heart melt in your chest.
âWhat about this one?â Osamu offered, pulling your attention away from his brother.
He was holding a collar in his hands, one that actually looked more like a necklace a thin but sturdy looking cord of leather fastened with a silver chain in the front that clasped on both ends to a silver hoop that suspended a solid silver disc in the middle that on close inspection revealed that it housed the chip needed for identification.
âThat looks really nice,â you praised, letting out a breath of relief at his choice. You werenât a big fan of the collars in general, but seeing it look more like a necklace made it seem far more tolerable. Plus it was black and silver and thus would probably go with just about anything he chose to wear.
Letting go of Atsumu to take the collar from his twin, you completely missed the smug smirk directed over your shoulder by Osamu as you inspected it, though Atsumu certainly didnât, giving his twin an annoyed glare above your head.
In the end, while Atsumu sulked and complained about it, he did actually put the original collar heâd offered back and go with Osamuâs choice, even though you offered to get him both. He refused, sulking slightly all the while, but remained insistent that he only needed the one, even though you ended up buying four collars total, so you could have two back-ups. Though he did insist on holding your hand to make up for the disappointment.
Luckily the manager didnât seem to mind having to program all four collars, tapping away at the computer, while Atsumu sulked a bit by your side and Osamu somehow managed to all but radiate smug superiority. The cashier carefully ringing up your purchases for you as you pulled your wallet out.
âA word of advice?â the cashier offered as you waited for the programmed collars, surprising you with his forwardness.
âYouâre too indulgent with them,â he continued on, not giving you the chance to refute the need for him to speak, âHybridâs need a firm hand. Youâll spoil them if you let them get away with raising their voices in public and causing a scene. Donât ever let them forget their place.â
You felt more than saw both twins bristle on either side of you, and gently squeezed Atsumuâs hand, before laying your hand over the back of Osamuâs neck. You wouldnât care a bit if they wanted to verbally eviscerate the man who was eying them with clear distaste, a distaste you were almost sure stemmed from jealousy given the lascivious looks he probably thought you hadnât noticed levelled in your direction. Unfortunately, you also didnât want them to get into trouble, and werenât quite sure what the law said about how hybrids were allowed to defend themselves from humans, something you planned to rectify as soon as possible.
For now however you werenât about to let the twins get in trouble and cut in your tone as cold as you could make it, âI donât remember asking for your opinion, nor do I care about what you think in the least. Iâll treat them how I want to treat them, which means Iâll spoil and pamper them as much as I like. I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself in the future if you want to keep this business running. As it is Iâll be sending my complaint to your superiors. Letâs go guys, we can find other collars elsewhere. Itâs not like theyâre hard to find.â
âWait! The chips are already programmed and you havenât paid,â the manager protested, standing up from the computer looking utterly appalled.
âShouldâve thought of that before your employee opened his mouth, and decided to spew his unwanted bile everywhere,â you countered with a shrug, âIâd consider finding better employees in the future if I were you, or at least teach them to keep their mouths shut.â
âBut the chips canât be removed from these collars, theyâll be completely ruined,â the manager put in, sounding more than a bit despairing.
âIâm sorry,â you told her, feeling genuinely bad for the woman, after all it wasnât her fault the other employee was an ass, âBut thatâs not my problem. I refuse to support any sort of business that would treat its customers like this.â
The glare she leveled on her fellow employee was utterly ferocious and had him cowering back in his seat. Not that you could blame her for being upset, each collar was about three hundred USD so the sale they were losing out on was enormous.
âI can offer you a discount?â she tried hopefully, âFifty percent off?â
You tilted your head thoughtfully, but didnât reply instead turning to look at the twins whoâd clearly been more than ready to follow you out of the store, âWhat do you think?â
âUs?â Atsumu asked, clearly baffled.
âYes, you,â you told him with a fond smile, âYouâre the ones who got insulted, not me, and theyâre your collars. Iâm happy to buy you whatever you like from wherever you want it, whether thatâs here or somewhere else.â
âSeventy-five percent off,â Osamu bargained from her other side, taking you by surprise. You turned to see him watching the manager with shrewd eyes, and when it looked like she would protest he added in, âSeventy-five percent off and we wonât leave bad reviews on every site we can or send letters of complaint to upper management.â
âAgreed,â the manager huffed, shooting another vicious look at her employee, one that clearly read that it would be coming out of his salary.
You huffed, amused at Osamuâs bargaining, gently massaging your thumb against the base of his neck affectionately before releasing both twins and moving to pay, only spending a quarter of what youâd originally planned.
âNice work,â you praised the silver hybrid once the three of you were out of the store and out of earshot.
Osamu shot you a sly smirk, looking exceedingly pleased with himself as he walked beside you. Atsumu had claimed your hand this time, so he was carrying the bags, though it didnât seem to bother him in the least.
âNow that, thatâs taken care of, letâs go grab your gifts,â you told the twins, tugging them along to the PineApple store.
âPresents?â Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding along beside you, your intertwined hands swinging back and forth between you.
Laughing you simply pulled him with you into the store. Both twins were wide-eyed as you browsed through, clearly unused to the cutting edge technology on display, both of them exceedingly cautious with the expensive looking tech. It took some gentle urging, but eventually you managed to get phones and laptops picked out for each of them.
âIsnât this too much,â Osamu asked you in an undertone, clearly worried as an employee walked Atsumu through getting his laptop set up. It turned out that of the twins Osamu was definitely more technically savvy and loved his new laptop, though Atsumu had already managed to download several apps and games on to his phone and was thoroughly enjoying them as well, âItâs expensive.â
âI have the money,â you assured him gently, âAnd besides, everyone has a phone these days. I want you guys to have them in case you get in trouble when Iâm not home and need to reach me, like if you got lost or hurt or simply need a human to ensure youâre treated fairly. Iâd feel awful if you needed me and I didnât know.â
âThe laptops are so you donât get too bored at home, though I hope youâll find things to enjoy outside the apartment too,â you continued, absently stroking your hand up and down his back.
âWill you be wanting hybrid trackers in the new phones?â the employee asked, her voice professional as she began to ring up your purchases.
You hesitated. On one hand you hated the idea of invading the twins privacy, and on the other you knew that you fully intended to let them roam as they pleased so wouldnât it be better to have the tracker just in case? A quick glance showed that Osamu was impassive as ever, and even Atsumu just looked bored, not paying any attention whatsoever, instead tapping away at his new phone.
âWhat do you think?â you asked them, more than willing to hear their opinions on the matter.
âYouâre the owner,â Osamu told her, apparently speaking for both of them as he gave an unconcerned shrug, which wasnât helpful in the least.
You grimaced a bit trying to think of a compromise before finally pulling out your own phone and asking the employee, âIs there anyway to ensure all three of the phones will track each other?â
âLet me go ask,â she told you politely, turning away to go grab someone more knowledgeable.
âThatâs fair right?â you asked hesitantly, âThis way you know where I am too and can come find me if you need me.â
âYeah,â Osamu agreed, giving you a look that you thought might be something as close to awe as youâd seen on the silver haired hybrid, âYeah thatâs fair.â
The employee quickly returned and confirmed they could indeed make all three phones track one another, and in the span of a few minutes managed to get your purchases complete. Feeling like that was probably enough for now, you led them back towards the car.
It was starting to get pretty late, and the minute youâd exited the mall Osamuâs stomach had given a loud rumbling growl. Atsumu had made fun of him for all of a minute, before his own stomach betrayed him. Youâd shaken your head at their antics, but allowed a surprisingly eager Osamu to order whatever he wanted for carryout from the Chinese place near your apartment.
One quick stop for the food, and you finally managed to bring your new hybrids home. Both of them were a little quiet as you led them up to your apartment, staring around and clearly taking everything in. Either Ojirou, Kita and Suna werenât home, or theyâd decided to give you time to settle with the twins as they didnât emerge from their apartment as you arrived in the hallway and fumbled the door open.
âHere we are,â you told them, hitting the lights, âHome sweet home.â
Both twins were laden with things, carrying their purchases, the food, and their things from the adoption center. Still looking at them was enough to make your heart clench. It had only taken one trip to bring everything up, but despite hybrids being stronger than normal humans it still made your heart clench to see how very little the twins actually had. Each of them only had a medium sized suitcase of things, and Atsumu had a worn volleyball but that was it aside from the things youâd bought them. It was something you were determined to fix for the future, but for now youâd make do.
âI know youâre hungry, so unless you want to settle in for a bit first we can eat and then Iâll show you around,â you offered.
The twins exchanged looks, but nodded in clear agreement. You pointed out the bathroom just in case, but then brought them to the kitchen, trying to show them where everything was as you pulled utensils from the drawers. Osamu clearly paid much more attention to her explanations than Atsumu did, though both diligently helped her set the table.
The food was really good, and thankfully sparked more conversation, even if it was more subdued than earlier, all of them worn out from the long day theyâd had. Osamu was clearly very interested in food, and not just in eating it the way his brother was. You managed to coax out that heâd cooked for their previous owner from time to time, and told him that as long as he was careful he was more than free to use her kitchen and anything in it for whatever he wanted earning what felt like her first real smile from the silver haired twin.
Despite how tired they clearly were, both twins helped you clean up. For the first time since youâd first discovered the lovely little Chinese restaurant there werenât actually any leftovers, the twins having consumed everything you said you didnât want. As they worked you noted it really was kind of nice, even if things were quiet, to have the company as they went about their tasks.
âAlright, so I wasnât sure if youâd want your own rooms or if youâd want to share,â you told them, gesturing for them to follow, âWeâre going to have to do some shopping either way, since theyâre your rooms and I want you to be able to personalize them any way you want, but I think theyâre pretty equal in size.â
The twins stared at you, clearly surprised, glancing at each other, to the rooms youâd offered, to you, and back again, the gesture making her more than a bit nervous. Youâd thought there was plenty of space for the two of them, but maybe they didnât see it that way?
âWe get our own rooms?â Atsumu asked at last, finally breaking the silence, his voice quiet and disbelieving, copper eyes huge in his face.
âIf you want them, then of course theyâre yours,â you assured him, concerned, âI still have to clean out my study, but I didnât want to delay adopting you and I donât think it will take too long. Thereâs a pull out futon in there, though youâre more than free to share if you want a bed, or I can take the futon and one of you can have my bed for now. Iâve certainly slept on the futon before and I donât mind.â
âYouâd give up your bed?â Osamu repeated, looking like youâd just smacked him over the head with a fish, more surprise on his face then youâd thought him capable of showing.
âJust until we find something for you,â you told him, a little puzzled at his surprise but with the sinking feeling that your suspicions about their former owner were correct.
âBut, why?â Atsumu asked you, wide eyed and a little teary.
âBecause, youâre mine now,â you assured him, unable to quite find the words you wanted to say, but hoping you were conveying your feelings at the very least, âAnd Iâm going to do everything I can to keep you safe and happy.â
The sad mewling sound he made in response to your words was enough to break your heart, as he pitched forward squeezing you into his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to his hair, rubbing his back soothingly with one arm even as you automatically opened the other one for his twin, a gesture that was slowly becoming more and more familiar to you.
Osamu didnât sob the way his twin did, but the way he squeezed you tight let you know he was just as moved as Atsumu even if he was quieter about it. Seeing their genuine gratitude for what you felt was common courtesy broke your heart, but even as it ached and you did your best to soothe them you swore to yourself, to love and care for your new hybrids so theyâd never want for anything ever again to be the best owner it was possible to be after all they deserved nothing less.
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He Seeks You Out
Youâd been peacefully working away on your homework in the botanical gardens, your own little private spot that let you get away from everyone and everything for a while, when you noticed his presence. He was hovering just outside the clearing you were working in, clearly unsure whether he was allowed to intrude or not.
Your boyfriend was always considerate of your time and space, sometimes too considerate. It was something you suspected had to do with his relationship with Kalim and his family, though you couldnât say for sure and would never actually ask. You did know that as sweet as Kalim could be, he didnât always notice when his presence was grating or too much.
You did like the charismatic dorm leader, but he was an extrovert through and through, and didnât seem to understand that sometimes other people might need a break. Jamil of course was his polar opposite in this, introverted to the core, and incredibly aware of everyone around him. He almost never inflicted his presence on someone who didnât want him around, unless of course he was doing it on purpose, but that was a whole other can of worms. For you however, his presence could never be unwelcome.
âJamil,â you greeted, with a warm smile, patting the grass next to you in invitation for him to come sit with you, âI see you finally escaped Kalim.â
âFor now at least,â he grumbled, even as he made his way into the clearing, sinking down elegantly into the offered spot. You took a moment to admire his natural grace, and the way the sunlight in the garden played off the pretty caramel colored skin. Of course as observant as he was he immediately caught you looking.
âSomething on my face?â he asked, though from the slight smirk on his lips you could tell he was teasing you.
âHow long do I have you?â you asked instead, choosing not to answer lest you embarrass yourself. Jamil was incredibly good at twisting your words around when he wanted to be, and he would never let go of an opportunity to tease.
âHeâs at light music club,â Jamil reported dutifully, with a sigh, âThat means heâs with Lilia, so he shouldnât need me for the duration, an hour or two I should think.â
You smiled tenderly at him, your heat fluttering in your chest as you realized, not for the first time, that Jamil had purposefully sought you out. Your boyfriend very rarely got any free time, Kalim was a sweetheart, but looking out for him was a full-time job. Before youâd known the truth of things youâd wondered how on earth heâd gotten into a school like Night Raven, that had a reputation for ruthlessness and cunning. The answer of course was that money talks, even at Night Raven.
Kalim could be cunning too when he tried, but he didnât try very often, and he couldnât quite match the ruthlessness of the other students, which made him a bit of a sitting duck. That was of course where your boyfriend came in. Jamil had a viciousness and cunning to him that put even a lot of the other students at the school to shame. It was entirely to his credit that the al Asim heir hadnât been fleeced a thousand times over.
Still it meant he very rarely got time to himself, time you knew he treasured, especially since he was an introvert and Kalim was incredibly wearing on his social battery. It made it even more obvious just how much he cared about you, that when he did have free time he almost never failed to seek you out, not matter how short the break was.
It was incredibly sweet, not that youâd ever tell him as it would just make him scoff at you. It made you want to melt every time. It made you want to show him just how much it meant to you that heâd choose your presence over rest and solitude. To that end you immediately started to pack your homework away.
âOh? Did you finish already?â Jamil asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you in question.
âNo,â you admitted with a smile, âBut I can work on it later. Iâve only got an hour or two with you, and I want to spend it focused on being with you, not on homework that can wait.â
The look on his face, the softening of his eyes and the slight blush on his cheeks as he reached for your hand, twining your fingers together, was more than worth the extra hours you had to stay up to complete your homework that night.
He Does Little Things for You
âJamil what?â you asked a little dazed as you stared at him masterfully making his way around your kitchen, his fingers practically flying as he chopped ingredients. Something smelled absolutely amazing and it was making your mouth water.
You hadnât actually expected your boyfriend to come over, even if he did have the key to your place. Sure youâd complained to him earlier that you werenât going to have time to make yourself dinner tonight or prepare your lunch for tomorrow so you were going to have to buy from the cafeteria.
However, that hadnât been meant to make him come over and do it for you. The absolute last thing you wanted to do was to add to Jamilâs workload. He was one of the busiest, hardest working people you knew, and he had his hands full as it was. As his significant other youâd always felt it was your duty to ease his burdens not add to them.
âYou said you needed dinner,â he told you with a slight smile, glancing up from his preparations, amusement dancing in his eyes, âAnd Iâve made enough you should have food for a couple of days if you need it.â
âI didnât mean for you to come make food for me,â you protested, a bit anxiously as you set your things down and made your way in to the kitchen, trying not to drool over the amazing food, which you noted included some of your favorites.
âDid you not want dinner?â he asked, raising a brow at you, the look on his face slightly condescending, though you knew him well enough to know it hid a hint of insecurity as well.
âDinner sounds amazing,â you assured him, sneaking up behind him so you could wrap your arms around him from behind, leaning into him and savoring the physical affection he let you have without protest as you explained, âI just donât ever want you to feel like Iâm asking you to do things for me that you might not want to do. Youâre my boyfriend not my servant.â
âAh, but you see I like doing things for you,â he told you, watching you out of the corner of his eye, his lips quirked in a soft smile, âI get to choose to do them after all, so itâs different.â
You smiled a bit at that, unable to really argue with him, and settled for nuzzling your face into his neck as you conceded, âIt does smell really good.â
You were honestly touched. It meant a lot to you that things heâd told you he hated doing for others before he would willingly choose to do for you. Not only would he choose to do them, but he would enjoy doing them. It meant the world to you, and made you feel incredibly soft for your boyfriend who had a sweet side he kept hidden from the rest of the world behind layers of cool pride and distant demeanor, the sweet side he only ever bothered to show you.
âOf course it does,â he informed you loftily, the arrogance in his tone well deserved, mostly because he truly was an extremely good cook, just like he was good at almost anything he tried really, âNothing but the best.â
âOf course,â you agreed with a helpless smile, endlessly amused by him, âDo you have time to eat with me when youâre done?â
Both of you knew what you were really asking, if he had some time free from running after Kalim and keeping the sweet idiot out of trouble with the rest of the school. Jamil huffed in quiet resignation, but conceded, âKalim has agreed to give me a few hours off to spend with you.â
âOh he did, did he?â you prompted curiously. You knew Kalim would happily give Jamil all the time he wanted, he was generous like that, though Jamil didnât usually take him up on it, too worried that something would happen to the al Asim heir in his absence that he might be blamed for.
âHeâs with Riddle,â Jamil explained, âThey have a project for Treinâs class they needed to work on as they were partnered together. I simply suggested he do it tonight.â
You huffed in amusement, knowing that was a very simplistic version of the story, and no doubt your cunning boyfriend had manipulated things to ensure he got his way. Though you did concede that he was most certainly safe with Riddle of all people. You were touched that heâd gone out of his way to do it though, just so he could make food for you to make your life easier.
âGood,â you told him, squeezing him affectionately and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek that had him refusing to meet your eyes as he flushed with pleasure, âThat means I get you all to myself for the evening. But since youâre making food for me, you might as well put me to work.â
Jamil nodded, and gestured to the space beside him, indicating where you could stand, and as the two of you peacefully made dinner together you once again marveled at how very lucky you were to have him as your boyfriend.
He Lets You Dote On Him
âJust what do you think youâre doing?â you asked, standing in the doorway to Jamilâs bedroom, hands on hips as you stared at your boyfriend in disappointment.
Jamil immediately froze from where heâd been attempting to struggle out of bed, turning surprised eyes on you that immediately turned accusing as he saw who was standing behind you.
âAhh Jamil donât be mad,â Kalim told him hastily, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, âBut you wouldnât listen so I went to get her.â
You bustled into the room, reaching for your boyfriend, who was flushed, sweating, his eyes were glassy and his normally pristine hair in disarray. Gently you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, feeling the heat of it against the skin and winced in sympathy.
âYouâre sick,â you scolded, though you couldnât keep the worry out of your tone, as you carefully brushed the sweaty strands back from his face, âYou need to rest. Kalim is right, you canât just run around like usual when youâre ill!â
âIâm fine,â he snapped, clearly unhappy, âI can handle things, if I can justâŠ!â
He tried to get back up again, but in his weakened state your hands on his shoulders were enough to hold him in place and he couldnât resist for long, staring up at you in clear frustration from where you were standing over him.
âPlease, Jamil, please just rest,â you begged anxiously, genuinely worried for your boyfriend who never seemed to know when to stop and take it easy on himself.
âI canât,â he informed you, though his protest was weaker this time, clearly softening at your genuine distress, âI have classes to attend and my duties to the al Asim family to fulfill.â
âI would think the al Asim family wouldnât want you to go around when youâre ill especially if youâre potentially contagious,â you pointed out ruthlessly practical, knowing appeals to kindness and benevolence almost never worked on Jamil when it came to the family his served given his resentment for the family.
âThatâs right, please take the time you need to recover,â Kalim chimed in, in agreement from behind you, âI can take care of myself for a few days Iâm sure of it!â
âIâll make arrangements,â you assured your boyfriend in an undertone, where the other boy wouldnât be able to hear, âAnd make sure heâs kept safe for you, so please trust me and rest.â
Jamil studied your face intently for several seconds, but in the end slowly nodded and conceded to your wishes. You pressed an affectionate kiss to his sweaty forehead as he laid back down and ushered Kalim out of the room.
You spent the next couple days keeping your promise to Jamil, and trying to find time to check in and dote on your sick boyfriend. This mostly meant Kalim was left in the presence of those Jamil had deemed safe for him in the past, usually club meetings and other particularly responsible people like Riddle or Lilia. He also always had a guard of at least one Scarabia student with him at all times.
It was honestly a bit like having a child and leaving him with trusted baby sitters, and while it was a bit of a weird feeling, Kalim was very cooperative since it was meant to help Jamil. It left you free to dote on your boyfriend, gently brushing out his hair and braiding it back to keep it out of his way, doing his normal chores, changing out the damp cloth on his forehead, and getting him food.
If it was anyone else your boyfriend wouldâve likely thrown a massive fuss, become aggravated, prideful and vicious. He was fiercely independent and hated the idea of relying on others, it wounded his pride like none other. However, youâd noticed from the beginning that Jamil let you get away with things that would have others facing his rather terrifying wrath. That these things just so happened to let you get away with doting on him was an added bonus you hadnât expected, but were grateful for nonetheless.
In fact instead of snapping at you your boyfriend instead seemed to soak up your attention like a sponge, leaning into your touch as you pressed cool cloths to his face, and never complaining a bit despite how uncomfortable you knew he had to be at times.
It was all incredibly sweet, and you were just glad that for once you got to return the favor. Jamil was always taking care of other people, sometimes willingly, sometimes not, and he deserved to have someone take care of him for once. You were just glad the person he chose to do so was you.
Jamil was the kind of guy with high walls built strong and thick, the kind that guarded his heart closely, and didnât let anyone in. That he let you see and care for him at his most vulnerable meant the world to you, that trust and deep affection making your heart feel like it might melt. You truly were incredibly lucky to be so utterly adored by a man like Jamil Viper.
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How He Shows You Affection Master List - Character Masterlist
He Answers When You Call
Kuroo let out an annoyed huff, tapping his foot impatiently and glancing at his watch. You kept an eye on him as you chatted idly with Lev and Alisa who were telling you all about their latest modeling gig. Apparently theyâd gotten a deal to model a summer line that both of them were very much looking forward to.
The rest of what you considered the former Nekoma team, the one Kuroo had led to nationals his third year was already there, all of them gathered at a nice restaurant for a reunion and a celebration of sorts, all except one. Your boyfriend was late, which was unsurprising considering he tended to get wrapped up in his games and lost track of time quite easily.
Honestly it was a miracle heâd managed to make it through school as Kenma was very much of the opinion that time was a social construct and one that should be entirely ignored. You put down a lot of his success to Kuroo, whoâd dragged him along to classes, and to the fact that Kenma had actually enjoyed the programming classes he took in college, otherwise you were sure he wouldâve ditched more often than not.
These days it was mostly your job to ensure that Kenma wasnât late to things, something you didnât mind doing, but unfortunately, youâd had things you needed to do before the reunion, so you hadnât been able to bring him with you. Youâd reminded him about it when you left earlier, but considering heâd been on his computer at the time you were fairly sure the reminder had gone in one ear and out the other.
Which of course, led to where you were now, at the restaurant sans boyfriend, who was supposed to be the guest of honor, considering you were celebrating Bouncing Ball Inc. being named one of Japanâs top ten up and coming businesses. None of the others seemed particularly bothered by Kenmaâs absence, but you could tell Kuroo was sulking a bit, since he was the one whoâd gone out of his way to organize everything.
On one hand you couldnât blame him, as the former captain had put a lot of effort into this for Kenma, on the other hand Kuroo really shouldâve known better. Heâd been Kenmaâs best friend for something close to two decades now, and it shouldâve been obvious that he needed to go get Kenma himself if he wanted the other man to be anywhere close to on time.
âHeâs not answering,â Kuroo announced, as he plopped down at the table with the rest of you, shooting a dirty look at the phone in his hand as if he could send his displeasure at his friend through the tech.
âHe never does,â Yaku consoled, shaking his head, with an amused smile on his lips, âSometimes I think Kenma only got his phone so he could play games on it.â
There were agreeing nods all around and a rueful chuckle from Kuroo, but you were a bit baffled at the agreement and asked, âWhat do you mean?â
âKenma doesnât answer his calls, and only rarely answers his texts,â Kai explained patiently, âheâs always been that way.â
âBut Kenma always answers when I call,â you told him, truly bewildered, âAnd while it sometimes takes a while for him to see my texts I donât think Iâve ever been left on read.â
âSheâs not,â Kuroo told them all with an eye roll, before giving you a teasing grin, âItâs how you can tell heâs head over heels for her. Itâs honestly sickening, what about me? Arenât I his best friend?â
âHe answers you more than anybody else,â Kai told the dramatic former captain soothingly, as the rest snickered at him.
âProve it,â Yaku told you, nudging your phone toward you where it had been sitting on the table, âCall him right now.â
You felt a little awkward being called out like that, but you supposed it was your fault for asking in the first place. Thus you picked up your phone and dialed your boyfriend, putting it on speaker at the insistence of the team who were all watching avidly.
Kenma answered on the second ring, his voice low and soothing, and the team immediately erupted in noises of shocked disbelief. You quickly snatched your phone off the table, taking it off speaker and pressing it to your ear.
âWhat are the idiots doing now?â Kenma asked, clearly exasperated.
âNothing, just waiting for you to get here,â you assured him.
He told you that he was on his way and would be there in less than five minutes before hanging up, and you turned back to the table where Kuroo was fake sobbing on the table, and Yamamoto and Lev were lamenting about how Kenma must hate them, since he never answered them.
Watching them you couldnât do anything but smile, feeling warm, knowing that you were the only one Kenma would drop everything for. You hadnât recognized it before, but now that you did you promised not to take the privilege for granted as you realized just how very much Kenma loved you.
He Lays His Head in Your Lap
Youâd been casually scrolling through your phone when you felt it, a sudden and familiar weight on your thighs. A quick glance down confirmed your suspicions as you saw Kenma, his head pillowed in your lap, switch held up above his face as he continued to play, completely nonchalant about it as if he did it every day, which to be fair he kind of did.
You werenât exactly sure how it had started, but nowadays if you and Kenma were in the same space he found a way to casually work himself into your lap, so he could be close to you and continue to play games at the same time. He never actually said anything, but he got adorably pouty whenever you had something in your lap that kept him from taking his usual spot.
Heâd quietly sulk, lurking close by, and casting reproachful glances at whatever was in the way, whether that be your laptop, a pet, or simply because you had your legs bent in a way that didnât allow him room. Heâd keep that up until you got rid of whatever was in the way and then promptly settle in place the second it was gone.
It was honestly pretty cute and you never minded even though your legs sometimes fell asleep from being in the same position for so long. It was sweet that he wanted to be close to you so much, especially since you knew that outside of a few close friends and family Kenma really wasnât a touchy feely kind of guy. He shied away from physical contact from strangers, and still sometimes cringed away at times from his friends, with the sole exception of Kuroo. That he deliberately sought you out for touch meant a lot to you.
Absently you began to run your fingers through his silky fine strands of hair, massaging your fingers over his scalp and earning a happy hum in response. This was probably the other reason Kenma sought out your lap so often, because he adored having you play with his hair. The silky strands were extremely soft despite the bleached ends he kept. It was utterly ridiculous, especially since he didnât put in any special effort to keep it that soft, but it was so touchable and smooth that you couldnât resist.
Idly you began to braid it back, peering into his face, and smiling despite yourself. He always made the most hilarious faces when he was playing difficult games, nose scrunching up and tongue poking out in concentration. Youâd never tell him, but you were convinced it was one the reasons he was such a popular streamer outside of how very good and knowledgable he was. It was funny how expressive he could be playing games when he was usually so deadpan with his real life interactions.
âWhat are you smiling at?â he asked you idly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts, golden hazel eyes flicking away from his game for a second to peer up into your face before turning back to his game.
âYou,â you told him honestly, tapping his nose with your finger, making him wrinkle it unhappily, shooting you an exasperated look though he didnât bother to actually voice his protest.
âI love you,â you told him sincerely, meaning it with every fiber of your being.
âI love you too,â he assured you, pausing his game to look up at you, giving you his full attention as he asked, âBut what brought that on?â
âNothing,â you assured him fondly, leaning down to press a kiss to his willing mouth before straightening back up again and explaining, âJust wanted to say it.â
He eyed you for a moment, clearly searching for any hint of something troubling you before nodding in understanding and turning back to his game. Though he quit earlier than he usually would and turned his full attention on to you, clearly ready to return some of the affection heâd been basking in, even if he didnât move from his place on your lap, soaking up every bit of your love and attention and giving all he could in return so you would know just how very much he adored you.
He Lets You Be His Player 2
âCome here for a second Peaches?â Kenma asked, calling to you from the other room.
You frowned a bit in confusion, well aware that he was supposed to be streaming at the moment, but figuring you might as well see what he wanted. Normally during streams you either sat quietly out of the way to watch on the special couch Kenma had set up in his streaming room just for you, or you kept out of the room entirely, only bothering him if it was a long stream and you thought he might need a refill of either food or water to keep him going.
âAh I call her peaches because she used to always get stuck with princess Peach whenever we played Mario Cart with our friend group,â Kenma was explaining to the chat as you stepped into the room, the explanation making you smile. It was the truth sort of.
It had actually started off as a teasing nickname from Kuroo, whoâd been giving you a hard time over how much you were struggling with the game at the time. Youâd blamed the boys, for constantly picking on you since they apparently werenât good enough to terrorize Kenma, and Kuroo had blamed it on your poor driving skills and Princess Peach not having good stats.
Kenma had overheard the teasing and proceeded to lay out a bet that he could defeat all of them with Princess Peach one handed, and if he did theyâd have to leave you alone. Needless to say heâd creamed them all, and with the next game youâd managed to prove yourself, as it turned out you were a pretty decent driver when no one was trying to sabotage you.
However, Kenma had later quietly admitted he thought the nickname was kind of cute and suited you because of how sweet you were. Thus youâd agreed to the nickname, though only he was allowed to call you that and anyone else who tried, including Kuroo got viciously glared at and passive aggressively insulted until they stopped.
âDid you need me for something?â you prompted with a fond smile for your boyfriend who clearly had one eye on the chat and the other on the screen where he was playing a new game, one you didnât recognize.
âApparently this game is better if you play with another person,â he told you, spinning in his chair to give you his full attention, âDo you want to play with me?â
âYou know Iâm not nearly as good as you are right?â you asked a little hesitant, âAnd Iâll probably drag you down. Are you sure you want me to play?â
âWho else would I want to be my player two, Kuroo?â Kenma asked matter-of-fact, holding out the controller for you to take as he explained, âDonât worry so much peaches, it will be fun either way, and Iâm good enough for both of us.â
You giggled a bit at that and accepted the controller, sliding into his lap when he offered with a smile even as you scolded, âOne of these days youâre going to hurt Kurooâs feelings insulting him like that.â
âHis fault,â Kenma told you with an unbothered shrug, âBesides, youâll always be my number one choice for player two, both in games and in life, he knows that.â
You melted a bit at that, pressing an affectionate kiss to your boyfriendâs cheek, completely ignoring the way the chat was blowing up, some of the responses clearly from the former captain himself, basking in the soft fond look that Kenma was giving you before the two of you turned your attention back to his stream.
Your heart felt light as the two of you set out to take on the new game, feeling utterly loved, knowing that you were Kenmaâs first choice, and more than happy to be his Player Two for the rest of your life.
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How He Shows You Affection Master List - Character Masterlist
He Holds Your Hand
âAkira?â you asked, half confused, half amused, wondering just what your boyfriend was trying to accomplish, âWhat are you doing?â
For the last several minutes youâd seen him moving out of the corner of your eye, shifting things around in his arms as the two of you walked down the street together. Youâd come out to get some shopping done, and while Kunimi had huffed and complained a bit about having to get up and out of the house, heâd also refused to let you go by yourself.
Youâd been having a fairly good time, getting done what you needed to and idly chatting with your boyfriend, enjoying his dry quips and occasional commentary. He never seemed to run out of sarcastic things to say, though youâd thought more than once that he definitely played it up for you, because he knew it made you smile.
Heâd insisted on carrying all the bags too, telling you that since he wasnât doing anything else he might as well make himself useful. However, considering the way he was shifting them around in his hold you thought that he mightâve taken on more than he could handle.
âAre they too heavy?â you asked concerned, pausing and holding your hands out, âI can take some from you if you need me to.â
âIâve got it,â he insisted firmly, pulling the bags close as if you were going to snatch them away, âI was just trying to free up one of my hands.â
âDid you need help with something?â you asked, unwilling to let it go just yet, âI could at least hold something temporarily you know.â
âItâs fine,â he assured you blandly, âJust give me a minute.â
You watched as he juggled the bags, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed with how stubborn he was being, especially since all he had to do was ask you for help if he really needed it. In the end he did manage to get all the shopping on to one arm and then extended his hand to you.
âWhat?â you asked genuinely baffled, wondering what on Earth he wanted from you, especially since you werenât holding anything you could pass to him.
âHand,â he told you, wiggling his fingers at you enticingly.
Curious you set your hand on his and let him tangle your fingers together. The minute he had a good grip he set off again, gently tugging you along with him. It took you a second to get over your bafflement, but then you finally put two and two together.
âAkira, did you just spend five minutes juggling the bags, just so you could hold my hand?â you asked with a giggle, matching your steps to his.
âI always hold your hand when we walk together,â Kunimi pointed out coolly, and if you hadnât known any better you wouldnât have thought he was embarrassed at all. However, the pink tips of his ears gave him away.
You smiled at him, unable to help yourself, it was true after all. From the moment youâd started dating and heâd made that first awkward grab for your hand heâd never stopped reaching for you. Whenever the two of you were out in public together, unless you had your hands occupied for whatever reason he always had your hand in his.
He actually did it at home too, now that you were thinking about it. When you sat in his lap, with his arms around your waist your fingers were also tangled together. When you cuddled on the couch he almost always had your hand in his, playing idly with your fingers. When he wanted your attention, instead of calling out to you he almost always reached for your hand first.
It was surprisingly cute for a guy who sometimes came off cold or disinterested to those who didnât know him well. However, as his girlfriend you did know him well, and you knew he was a lot softer than most people would guess, and fiercely protective and loyal to those he cared about. To this day he still bore something of a grudge against Kageyama, not for how heâd been treated, but for the way the setter had treated Kindaichi.
It was sweet, and you found yourself flattered and feeling extremely loved that he chose to show you that softer side of himself, one of the privileged few. You squeezed his fingers affectionately, earning a curious look from your boyfriend, but you simply smiled at him, savoring the feeling of being loved by your adoring boyfriend.
He Seeks You Out
âSo there you are,â Kunimi huffed, pulling you from your thoughts. Youâd been idly browsing the internet on your phone, feeling rather bored. You didnât know anyone at the gathering really well outside your boyfriend and Kindaichi and it had been a rather long day. While you enjoyed socializing to some extent your social battery had been utterly drained.
Kunimi had been having what looked like a rather animated conversation with Kindaichi, so you decided to sneak away and steal a few minutes for yourself in a quiet corner. Youâd planned to be back before he noticed your absence, but apparently you hadnât been quick enough.
âHey,â you greeted with a smile, âWere you looking for me?â
âIf you were going to run off somewhere away from the rest of these idiots you couldâve brought me with you,â he complained, nudging your arms open and sliding into them, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he heaved a full body sigh.
âI thought you were having fun?â you questioned, amused and fond as you ran your fingers through his silky hair, returning his embrace, âArenât most of the guys here your former teammates?â
âI guess,â he agreed, completely unbothered, âDoesnât mean they arenât idiots.â
âEven Kindaichi?â you teased.
âEspecially him,â he groaned, âI donât know why he insisted I had to come to this thing.â
âMaybe because youâre his best friend and he thought it would be nice for you to catch up,â you offered amused.
âProbably,â Kunimi agreed with a put-upon sigh, âHeâs ridiculously sentimental like that.â
You huffed in amusement, well aware that while he hid it Kunimi could also be ridiculously sentimental, and fond of his time at Aoba Johsai. There was a reason you still had his old volleyball jerseys and jackets in your shared closet after all.
âAnyway, Iâd rather be with you,â he grumbled at you, changing the subject, âSo donât go running off without me okay?â
You hummed in agreement, unable to help the swell of affection in your chest. For someone who acted cool and aloof Kunimi had always been clingier than he let on. He actually reminded you a bit of a cat, in that heâd pretend he was completely ignoring you even as he sidled closer and closer until suddenly his head was in your lap and your fingers were in his hair.
His presence was mostly inobtrusive, but youâd noticed early into dating him that he tended to seek you out. He never really brought attention to it, but if the two of you were in the same place he was almost always nearby. If you were reading on the couch, heâd be lounging in your lap, if you were making dinner heâd be casually leaning on the counter playing on his phone, if you moved into another room for any reason, if you were gone for more than five minutes heâd come to find you, casually strolling in like he hadnât been seeking you out and just happened to be there coincidentally at the same time.
It was surprisingly cute, and never failed to make you feel utterly adored. Kunimi was an introvert by nature, so the fact that he preferred to spend his time with you rather than off on his own said a lot about how very much he cared about you.
âI wonât run off again,â you promised, pressing your lips to his hair before prompting, âBut we should probably get back. We canât stay in here forever after all, and we shouldnât leave Kindaichi answering questions about where you are and why you left.â
Kunimi groaned quietly, but lifted himself off you his expression resigned. You knew mentioning Kindaichi was the right thing to do, anyone else and he probably wouldâve insisted on staying sequestered away for the rest of the night, but his loyalty to his best friend never failed to get him moving, even if he complained the whole way. It was one of the things you loved most about him, how loyal he was to the people he cared about.
You knew he would do the same thing for you in a heartbeat, so you didnât mind in the slightest, simply glad to be one of the people Kunimi loved enough to seek out.
He Naps With You
You let out a quiet huff of surprise as your laptop was gently pulled from your lap, glancing up to find your boyfriend standing in front of you, a slight frown on his face as he eyed the machine with distaste, like it had somehow personally affronted him.
âAkira?â you asked surprised and a little concerned, as he gently set it aside, saving your files and closing it up.
Instead of answering he carefully pushed so you were lying down on the couch youâd been sitting on. Confused, you went along with it, letting out a soft âoofâ as he plopped himself down on top of you. You automatically adjusted to accommodate his weight, used to this position by now, but still curious about why heâd decided on spontaneous cuddling.
âIs everything alright?â you asked, your hands finding his hair, automatically running your fingers through it.
He lifted his head and gave you a look that was surprisingly petulant and cure for a grown man, his eyes accusing as he informed you bluntly, âI canât sleep.â
âCanât sleep?â you repeated, a little dumbfounded at the admission. Normally he had no problem falling asleep at the drop of a hat, passing out anywhere and everywhere. Heâd told you about half an hour ago that he was going to take a quick nap, something youâd fully encouraged as you knew heâd been working really hard at the bank recently and had been looking rather tired.
Gently you felt his forehead with the back of your hand, genuinely concerned he might be ill, âYou donât feel warm.â
Kunimi sighed and flopped down, burying his face in your neck and grumbling something inaudible into your skin.
âIâm sorry, what was that?â you asked, part amused, part concerned.
âI said itâs because you werenât with me,â he informed you grumpily, the surprisingly cute admission making you giggle.
It was true, normally when Kunimi went to take a nap youâd go with him. You liked napping with him, as it was always peaceful, and there wasnât much better than being held close to him. Youâd noticed a long time ago you slept better in his arms, you just hadnât realized the feeling was reciprocated.
It was something of a routine for the two of you to nap together. Usually he always sought you out and the two of you would lay down for a bit when the urge struck, but youâd had work to do today, so youâd sent him off without you. Apparently, his attempts at rest had been unsuccessful, which led to him sulking in your arms.
âItâs not funny,â he informed you, though you could feel his lips quirk slightly against your skin, so you knew he wasnât really all that upset by it.
âIt is a little funny,â you countered, amused, âI feel a bit like a favorite blanket or stuffed toy.â
âIf anything Iâm the one who gets treated like the stuffed toy, since you always latch of when we sleep,â he countered indignantly.
âYou love it,â you retorted with a grin, âOtherwise youâd push me away.â
Kunimi heaved a sigh that was as good as an admittance of defeat before asking, âMore importantly, just what are you going to do about this?â
âAbout what?â you questioned cheekily.
âAbout the fact that I canât sleep without you?â he asked, sounding extremely burdened, âhow are you going to make it up to me.â
âHow would you like me to make it up to you?â you countered, enjoying the teasing sarcastic banter.
âI suppose the only suitable thing would be for you to stay by my side for the rest of our lives,â he told you casually, as if he wasnât basically proposing to you.
âAre you proposing to me right now Kunimi, Akira?â you asked half teasing, half serious.
âNot yet,â he informed you with a tired sigh, âBut soon.â
You gaped for several seconds, unable to come up with a decent response, caught off guard even as you heart threatened to beat out of your chest, giddy bubbles of joy making a wide smile stretch across your face.
Soft, even breaths told you your boyfriend had decided to drop a bombshell on you and then pass out, the move so utterly Kunimi that you couldnât help but smile. You were really going to have to talk to him about what heâd said later, but for now you settled in and let your own eyes close. There would be plenty of time for it after he woke up, and frankly a nap did sound pretty nice right about now, especially if you got to nap in the arms of Kunimi Akira.
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