#koga

Over 6 months in the making (mostly bc procrastination) but I finally compiled my Kanto Gym Leader Magazine series. I love the idea of an in-universe style fashion publication where they all do interviews about their hobbies and stuff

First page in my new watercolour sketchbook!! ✨️🐺🩷

sixfanarts challenge except i do way more than six because i’m greedy

thank you to everyone who suggested a character!!

Inuyasha Boys letting you pet/touch their ears/tail for the first time would include.

~Inuyasha~

Inuyasha had never let anyone near his ears before not even his friends.

They were sensitive, a remnant of both his human and demon blood, and touching them felt far too intimate.

You’d only ever stared at them in quiet fascination, resisting the urge to reach out whenever the sunlight caught the silvery fur just right.

This time, though, he caught you doing it, golden eyes half narrowed but unsure whether to glare or look away.

“You got somethin’ to say about my ears?” he grumbled, crossing his arms to hide the faint red tint rising in his cheeks.

You stammered a denial, but the words tumbled out faster than sense could stop them “Can I touch them?”

The silence that followed was so heavy you could almost hear his heartbeat over the rustling wind.

Inuyasha looked away sharply, pretending to examine the trees while his claws fidgeted against his sleeve.

“Tch… fine. But don’t make it weird,” he muttered, ears twitching as he came closer.

Your fingers brushed the edge of one ear, and the softness under your touch made your breath catch.

Inuyasha stiffened, his tailbone practically locking up as his ears flicked involuntarily.

The sound that escaped him half growl, half strangled sigh made him snatch his head away, red-faced and scowling.

“Satisfied now?” he snapped, refusing to meet your eyes, though the tip of one ear was twitching nervously.

But when you smiled and murmured a quiet “thank you,” he didn’t bark back just gave a flustered snort and turned away, pretending he hadn’t liked it more than he wanted to admit.

~Sesshomaru~

It was rare enough for Sesshōmaru to show anyone his true form, and yet, there he stood before you, a towering silver beast whose fur shimmered like moonlight through mist.

His golden eyes, now sharpened to a fierce glow of crimson and teal, studied you with an unreadable expression that made your heart tighten between awe and reverence.

When you approached, he didn’t move though Jaken spun in a panic, whispering that you should keep your distance unless you wished to die.

But Sesshōmaru’s gaze softened, the faintest twitch of his ear betraying that he would allow this forbidden closeness.

Every step you took sank into the grass, the air thick with his yōki until it hummed against your skin like static.

When you finally stood before the great inu daiyōkai, the sheer warmth rolling from him dispelled any lingering fear.

His fur looked softer than fresh snow, impossibly clean despite the wilderness, and glowed with the faint blue light of ancient power.

“Touch it,” came his telepathic voice cool, distant, yet holding a subtle tremor that suggested something deeper than pride.

Your fingers brushed his tail first, sinking into thick, silken fur that rippled with energy, and a deep rumble echoed through his chest.

The sound wasn’t a growl it was a purr, quiet but satisfied, a vibration that carried both warning and trust.

You reached for his ear next, tracing the curve of it with trembling fingers, feeling the twitch of muscle beneath.

Sesshōmaru lowered his massive head slightly, closing his eyes, the crescent moon across his brow pulsing faintly in rhythm with his breath.

For a moment, the lord of the Western Lands was no longer a fearsome demon but a being at peace, allowing a fragile human into a space few would ever witness.

When you withdrew your hand, he gave a slow blinkneither dismissing nor acknowledging the act, but the faint flicker of his tail behind you said all that needed to be said.

~Koga~

Kōga had never let anyone get within arm’s length of his tail before not even Ginta or Hakkaku so when he didn’t pull away this time, it startled even him.

You had asked half-jokingly, expecting the usual snarky response or a playful swat of his hand, but the way his ears twitched made you pause.

For a moment, his usual confidence faltered, and his blue eyes flicked between your hand and his tail, as if debating whether to growl or grin.

“Fine. Just don’t mess it up,” he muttered, trying to sound gruff even though his heart was pounding.

The second your fingers brushed the soft brown fur, Kōga’s tail stiffened like a drawn bowstring.

His breath hitched, ears twitching wildly, and he looked away, cheeks showing the faintest flush against his tanned skin.

You couldn’t help but smile at how careful he was being not to move, the proud wolf demon suddenly acting like a flustered pup.

The fur was softer than you imagined warm, thick, and dusted with the faint scent of wild grass and mountain wind.

Kōga finally exhaled, his posture loosening as he realized you weren’t teasing him or laughing.

“Satisfied?” he tried to grumble, but his voice came out too soft to sound convincing.

When your hand lingered, his tail started to flick gently against your wrist, betraying his composure.

The look he shot you then half a glare, half a bashful smile only made it clearer how much he secretly enjoyed the trust between you.

He told himself it meant nothing, that he was just humoring you, but his tail kept wagging slow and steady even after you pulled away.