Snowfox!Megan, who found you stuck in the midst of a snow storm, freezing in your thin layers of clothing on the brink of frostbite next to your sled. You had been attempting to climb a mountain when the storm caught you off guard.
Snowfox!Megan, who carried you back to her den while you were barely conscious. The only thing keeping you from blacking out completely was the feeling of warmth from whoever was holding you.
Once in her den, snowfox!Megan would wrap you in all of her left over fur she had shed from summers past. It was the warmest you had ever felt.
Snowfox!Megan would sit next to you, waiting for the colorful undertones in your skin to return, driving out the paleness the cold had brought. Her long, white tail would swish with anticipation.
When you finally regained enough awareness to move your limbs, snowfox!Megan would be jumping all over her den. She would offer to play immediately, thinking of you as a new friend without much thought.
Snowfox!Megan, who lets you play with her ears, loving the sensation it gave to her. It always made her yelp in delight.
Deciding you needed much more suitable winter gear, she sewed together with dead blades of grass a new coat, gloves, and hat with her past fur coats. The material still smelled like her.
She taught you how to hunt like her; to shift your weight to your core to not alert prey with your steps, to wait until they were alone. It took quite a while for you to get used to, but you eventually got it. You found it much more effective than hunting with a traditional spear and bow.
Snowfox!Megan, who praised you after a successful hunt.
After you returned with your meal, she would never let you cook it yourself. She always claimed it was because humans didn’t know how to prepare meals properly, but it was obvious she wanted to treat you.
Snowfox!Megan, who snarled and wrapped her tail around your body when other foxes approached. You always assured her after that there was nothing to worry about afterwards.
Snowfox!Megan, who had to collect charcoal and sticks to create torches for light, since your eyes were not nearly as strong in the dark as hers.
When she had bursts of energy, she would insist to wrestle with you, which she would always win.
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Snowfox!Megan, who found you stuck in the midst of a snow storm, freezing in your thin layers of clothing on the brink of frostbite next to your sled. You had been attempting to climb a mountain when the storm caught you off guard.
Snowfox!Megan, who carried you back to her den while you were barely conscious. The only thing keeping you from blacking out completely was the feeling of warmth from whoever was holding you.
Once in her den, snowfox!Megan would wrap you in all of her left over fur she had shed from summers past. It was the warmest you had ever felt.
Snowfox!Megan would sit next to you, waiting for the colorful undertones in your skin to return, driving out the paleness the cold had brought. Her long, white tail would swish with anticipation.
When you finally regained enough awareness to move your limbs, snowfox!Megan would be jumping all over her den. She would offer to play immediately, thinking of you as a new friend without much thought.
Snowfox!Megan, who lets you play with her ears, loving the sensation it gave to her. It always made her yelp in delight.
Deciding you needed much more suitable winter gear, she sewed together with dead blades of grass a new coat, gloves, and hat with her past fur coats. The material still smelled like her.
She taught you how to hunt like her; to shift your weight to your core to not alert prey with your steps, to wait until they were alone. It took quite a while for you to get used to, but you eventually got it. You found it much more effective than hunting with a traditional spear and bow.
Snowfox!Megan, who praised you after a successful hunt.
After you returned with your meal, she would never let you cook it yourself. She always claimed it was because humans didn’t know how to prepare meals properly, but it was obvious she wanted to treat you.
Snowfox!Megan, who snarled and wrapped her tail around your body when other foxes approached. You always assured her after that there was nothing to worry about afterwards.
Snowfox!Megan, who had to collect charcoal and sticks to create torches for light, since your eyes were not nearly as strong in the dark as hers.
When she had bursts of energy, she would insist to wrestle with you, which she would always win.
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oh my god this GENUINELY pisses me off. are you guys TWELVE?? /ref this is my meal, i'm the cannibal. get your own fucking body to gnaw on. i was here first. sam & jes, watch your backs. i am not nice, i am evil, so i either expect a 500–600 word apology from each or i will start supporting gay people and i'm fucking homophobic so don't even. GET AWAY!! GO DO YOUR FREAK CANNIBALISTIC DOG CHEWTOY SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!!!
Aw, don’t worry, Mein Kannibale, you are the only one who truly eats me. Your bites are the only ones that pierce.
⭑.ᐟ pairing ⸝⸝⸝ girlfriend!werewolf!kazuha x fem!reader
⭑.ᐟ synopsis ⸝⸝⸝ drabbles of kazuha as your werewolf girlfriend.
⭑.ᐟ warnings ⸝⸝⸝ fluff, marking
⭑.ᐟ wc ⸝⸝⸝ 1.7k
⭑.ᐟ deity's notes ⸝⸝⸝ short, fluffy drabbles. might make a darker one with daniela if this is well received.
Werewolf!Kazuha, who you met while she was out gazing at the moon.
Perhaps you were out taking a night walk around your neighborhood to remedy your restless self being unable to sleep. The only thing lighting your way home was the illumination of a pale, crescent shaped moon hanging in the dark sky. While approaching the entrance of your house, you saw a girl sitting on the curb of the street, chin titled upwards and eyes locked on the moon in a trance-like gaze. It was only when you stood in front of her and broke her line of sight that she paid any mind to you.
“Hey, you doing alright?” You asked with concern. “It’s late out…do you need help?”
She only shook her head in response. Her eyes turned to your own. They were their own miniscule moons in a way, giving off their own faint light. Breaking the link of your stares, you looked down to the concrete of the curb and observed a brown, bushy tail sprouting from the backside of the woman. Underneath a trucker’s cap sitting on her head, hid two flattened ears similar to that of a dog.
“Lycanthropy,” you flatly stated. The moons of her eyes went wide.
It prompted a response, finally. “How’d you know?” Her voice was caught off guard.
“Well, you’re not doing well at hiding it. Your tail is out.”
She jolted to grab her exposed tail and curled it in her lap. A blush spread across her face, along with her wolfish ears twitching in embarrassment.
Without much warning, you placed yourself right besides the werewolf. You could see her muscles tensing for a brief moment, then relax after assessing you—a sniff of the nose for your scent, you gathered.
“What’s so nice about it?” She didn’t seem to understand at first, tilting her head at the question. “The moon, I mean.”
“It’s,” she began slowly. A keen eye could observe the tip of pointed fangs flicking against a canine leaning tongue. “It’s not the moon itself. It’s more of what it represents.”
“And what’s that?”
She sat with herself then answered carefully. “For me, it’s embracing myself, just like how the moon embraces the sun’s light throughout the months.” Her gaze was awkward, with her looking away from you while she explained. “It sounds stupid, doesn’t it.”
“No no, it’s not,” you reassured. You found her answer to be meaningful—perhaps even a bit beautiful. “It’s really insightful to me. I wanna know more about lycans. I haven’t met many, and you seem to be a nice one.”
Whether it was or was not voluntary, the lycan’s tail began thumping against the concrete in a rhythm that only increased in tempo the longer the two of you spoke.
It was only when you asked her if she wanted to come inside did the rhythm reach its plateau.
Werewolf!Kazuha, who always flexes for you before she heads out.
It was Saturday night, which meant that Kazuha was set to head out with the rest of her pack, who hadn’t quite met you—but could always smell your lingering scent on their Japanese packmate. It was lonely for you at home while your girlfriend was out, and while you attempted to distract yourself from her absence, you only found yourself being reminded of her with every activity you did.
It brought your mood down for most of the night, and as a result, always led to Zuha having to raise your spirits for the slim remains of the night and the following Sunday. Though she never minded taking care of you and meeting your needs, she wished you didn’t feel so worn in the first place while she went out.
Decidedly, she found the answer in showing herself off for you in the tanktop and shorts she always put on for her Saturday outings. And, it seemed to work, as you never sulked after you caught a glimpse of Zuha’s flaring biceps. You couldn’t be blamed—your lycan partner was a sight to behold, as well as possessing a much brawnier figure than the average person. She claims it’s all the shifting, running, and hunting she completes when the full moon nears.
Once again, you were in desperate need for your girlfriend’s attention before her outing. You called for her from across the house; your voice was heard all the way in the neatly decorated living all the way to the cluttered, shared bedroom.
“Zuha, can you come here? Show off for me for a bit.”
At the sound of your voice, your domesticated darling came trotting over.
“Oh? You want more of me, love?” Her tone was flirty and playful, just as it always was with you. “Want the big bad wolf to show off for you?” You cringed at the question, in the most loving way possible.
“God, you know I do.”
The Japanese wolf stepped into your view in front of the couch. Her mussels, by virtue of the ceiling light, glistened in all their glory, only for you to consume. Kazuha’s biceps bulged and twitched as she posed for you. They were laced with healed wounds from past fights and tumbles. The sight of them , made you swoon even harder for her.
Her eyes remained fixed on you while she flashed you a smile. Clearly she was enjoying this as much as you.
Showing you exactly what her strength could do, Zuha went over to yourself sitting on the couch and lifted you up, twirled you around the living room, and finally dipped you into a kiss.
“Well, how was that?” she asked triumphantly.
“It was perfect, " you replied, your cheeks flushed. “Have a nice outing, darling.”
Werewolf!Kazuha, who marked you after getting jealous out in public.
You were out at the mall looking for new perfume for yourself, walking through the building with your hands wrapped tightly around one of your lycan partner. The two of you had been walking for what seemed like hours already, and you hadn’t seen anything that had caught your eye in particular. All the scents you had tried were either too costly or too overpowering.
“Love, look at that store,” advised your girlfriend. She was referring to a store with bright neon lights surrounding the store display window case, which housed a variety of bottle switch floral scents, all on sale, according to a sign. “Maybe you’ll find something in there. Plus it doesn’t seem too expensive…”
“You only want me in there because you’re paying.” Kazuha, usually, paid for all of your things during outings.
“Mhm, you caught me.”
As you stepped into the store, millions of different scents flooded your senses. It was already incredibly overwhelming to you, a human, so you could only imagine how difficult it was for Kazuha. Her nose scrunched inwards in discomfort, and her ears tilted back slightly in unease. It wasn’t surprising—you had dealt with your wolfish companion’s hyper sensitivity to smell many times before.
Sensing Zuha’s discomfort, you asked if she would like to go to another store nearby and purchase something for herself. Though she didn’t say it, she looked relieved to relocate herself to a calmer environment.
“Tell me when you’re ready to check out,” she called behind her as she walked off. This store would most likely not house something you were interested in, just like the ones before. But you continued anyway, for Zuha’s sake. Being in desperate need for new perfume, you weren't returning home until you acquired a new bottle.
You browsed the shelves, glancing over pretentionally named scents until one actually caught your eye. It was titled “Fatale Rose,” with a notable but not so strong smell of champagne. It was, surprisingly, to your liking. The price was modest as well—which Kazuha and her wallet would be pleased about.
“Is everything alright?” A sudden voice from behind startled you. You turned around and were met with a sales associate. It was a woman not much taller than you. She was pretty, no doubt, but not quite your type, nor had any chance of being with you.
“Yeah, it is. I’m just thinking about buying this perfume.” It was nothing more than an answer from you. There was only the bare minimum of pleasantness expected from a stranger. Nothing more, nothing less. Nonetheless, the woman pushed on.
“Well, it seems like it would suit a pretty girl just like yourself. I mean, I’m sure you don’t need it. Probably smell perfectly fine by yourself.”
“Heh, yeah…” You didn’t know how to respond. It was painfully obvious she was attempting to flirt with you. An attempt that was painful, awkward and ineffective. “Thank you.”
You wished that you had the ability to teleport back to Kazuha, for her to save you from this situation.
As if you had thought it into existence, you felt the weight of a much bulkier build press up from behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, serving as a deterrent towards the flirty girl.
“Issue here?” asked a familiar, low voice. You breathed a sigh of relief.
With the sales associate looking as if she had just seen a murder, she walked off towards another customer. Surely, she wouldn’t be flirting with another patron for quite a while.
“Thank you so much—”
“What was that?” Kazuha, while cutting you off, was more concerned rather than upset with you. Her tail was swishing behind her, and her ears were perked in alert. "Couldn't she smell me on you? My scent’s practically smothering you.”
“Well, she doesn’t look lycan. Probably didn’t even notice it.”
She sat with the information for a moment, saying nothing. Without warning, two sharp sensations hit your neck. You yelped in surprise, alerting a few passerbyers to turn their heads towards you.
“What the hell was that for?”
“I never marked you. That’s why.”
You stood there in silence.
“I forgot not everyone has such a strong smell as lycans. I needed a more…visual way, that’s all. Don’t worry, it will fade in a month or so.”
Though you couldn’t see it, two blooming purple marls were establishing on your neck.
In your own revenge, you grabbed Kazuha’s right arm and bit down softly. She giggled in delight, not attempting to flinch away.
“There. Now we’re even.”
“Eh, not really,” she corrected. “Your teeth aren’t nearly as sharp as mine, so I doubt the mark took—”
“Just let me have this, okay?”
“Alright, my love.” She took your hand and gave the area she bit a kiss along with your lips. “Now, let’s get checked out, yeah?”
⭑.ᐟ deity's notes ⸝⸝⸝ not as gruesome as i would have liked. follows and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
