23 | Minors DNI | He/Him
Welcome my friend!
Have a seat, grab some coffee or tea and make yourself at home.
This Blog is purely for my entertainment and if i'm being fully honest, i'm actually just some artist who has no experience when it comes to writing Fanfiction, so please bare with me here.
I'd like to keep my name private, so you can call me by my user name if you like. I'm 23 years old, German, and use He/Him pronouns. I'm not a native english speaker and have a small issue with getting my grammar right, so i apologize for any typos you may find.
I created this blog purely out of curiosity because i read fanfictions every day and wondered if i could write some of my own.
This also means that i'm not as experienced as other writers, so please keep this in mind.
If i feel like it i will sometimes post my art on here, be it in relation to a fanfiction or something completely unrelated.
However due to me being a little colorblind, i may get some colors wrong.
DNI if you are a Minor, Racist, Homophobe, Transphobe, Ableist or generally a hateful person. This Blog is made to be a safe space for everyone and LGBTQ+ people in particular. Furthermore does this blog not support generative AI in any way shape or form.
Before you continue I kindly ask that you take the time, and use this post to inform yourself about my blog's content.
Slow Updates: I work a normal 7 to 5 job, so i won't be able to post regularly.
18+ Blog: If you're a Minor, please leave. There will be NSFW content on this blog.
Consistency: I'm not a consistent writer, sometimes a post may not compare to other in quality.
Consent: I have the right to refuse any request i feel uncomfortable with.
Identity: If not specifically stated otherwise, the readers will be gender neutral. Please specify what you want in your request.
Furthermore, I want to inform you about what you'll be able to request:
Things I WILL write about:
Sfw/Nsfw content (Will always be tagged)
Angst/Hurt content
Fluff
Headcanons
One shots
Things that i will NOT write about:
Non-con. (please miss me with that sh*t)
Pedophilia
Abuse in any way
Nswf topics i'm uncomfortable with.
Incest or stepcest
Character x Character
Fandoms I will write for:
(This list may be expanded upon in the future)
Zenless Zone Zero
BNA
AfK Journey
Neverness to Everness
Tags that will be used:
White Letter: just general posting
Black Letter: a notice to inform about possible changes
Green Letter: Sfw fics, headcanons and oneshots.
Blue Letter: Hurt/Comfort fics, headcanons and oneshots
Red Letter: Nsfw fics, headcanons and oneshots / Minors DNI
Now that all of this is out of the way, I wish you happy browsing.
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Please do keep in mind to check this post out once in a while for possible changes
You have probably been wondering where I’ve been all this time, so allow me to dedicate this post to inform you on what has been happening in my life, and how we’re going to move forward from here on out because a lot of shit has happened let me tell you.
So sit down have some tea or coffee or vodka, and get real comfortable as I’ll trauma dump 4+ years or unfortunate life events and experiences on you.
I am so sorry lol.
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When I started this account in September of 2024, I was currently in the second year of my wholesaler apprenticeship which I finally finished in June of last year.
The final exams were so difficult, 60% of my class failed and had to redo the class. Luckily I wasn’t one of those 60%! (Even though I barely passed by 1 point.) After that I was so happy that I was finally able to pack my things and quit my old job, because I was getting bullied, and it got to the point where I was unironically thinking about pressing Alt + F4 on my life. if you catch what I’m throwing. (Don’t worry, I went to therapy. We’re good now)
And honestly apart from all of the bullying, these people were just fucking sick in the head. I remember overhearing a conversation 2 of my coworkers had, and I’m gonna try to translate what he said as best as possible.
He essentially said that:
“you can’t blame men nowadays for raping girls and women when they all dress like sluts, the same way you can’t blame someone for running over a black person with a car if it’s night”
And honestly… I have not the slightest damn clue what the context of that conversation even was, but I doubt that I even would have wanted to know anyways because… yeah that “opinion” ain’t it chief…
Honestly the thought of being able to quit was pretty much the main drive that got me through that agonizing exam phase. Because naturally I wasn’t in the best places mentally, which made finding the motivation to study really difficult. But even though I pulled through in the end, as life tends to be: you solve one problem and 3 more pop up instead.
It took me so long to find a new job, and my finances were slowly running dry, which made me really concerned. Especially because my old beat up car was literally only working on hopes and dreams at this point, and I was highly reliant on it. I finally received another job opportunity around late August, which I officially started in September of last year. I worked as a secretary in an integration institute that assisted people in learning my home language, and find jobs in my country. Everything seemed great, and I was invested and really motivated to do well.
But barely one and a half weeks in, the first problem came up:
It was a Tuesday, and I arrived at work like 10 - 15 minutes earlier than normally because the traffic hadn’t been as bad as I would have expected for how horrible the weather had been that day. I started like I normally did: I sat down at my desk, started my pc, checked my emails and calendar. That’s when I overheard a conversation one of my coworkers had with our boss in the room next door.
And when I tell you that she verbally tore into me! Like, you could tell from the things she was saying that girly was not a fan of me in the slightest. She said stuff like that she doubts my intelligence and education, as well as her believing that I don’t deserve my position. And honestly if someone has a problem with me on a professional level, I’ll consider it somewhat fair to an extent. Even though I still thought it was a bit ridiculous, considering I started working there barely a week ago. But at least it was a “problem” that had a guaranteed future solution.
However one thing I don’t fuck with, is personally attacking someone for no reason at all, and going out of your way to humiliate them in front of others.
So…
I definitely had a problem when she told my boss that she thinks I stank so bad, she and the other colleague had to hold their noses when walking past me. Which, with all due respect, is absolute fucking horseshit because I’m a neat freak that hates the smell of sweat. I tried to initiate a conversation with her about it, but she shut down the attempt pretty much immediately, even tried blowing smoke up my ass about how she “had no idea what I was talking about,” but dropped the act pretty quickly after I told her that I was in the room next door, and heard her say it. She then replied with: “well, what are you gonna do about it?”
So my next best solution was going to our supervisor, trying to have her initiate a mediation between us, so we could get rid of the problem before it really took root. But she wasn’t supportive whatsoever, saying that:
“even if [insert bitch name here] might appear to be rude, there is always some truth to what she says. So maybe you should take this as an opportunity to self-reflect”
Safe to say, I was not happy.
Here I was, getting bullied AGAIN by some old hag who was literally one sneeze away from fucking croaking, and I have another old hag telling me to essentially put all of the emotional and physical labour of sorting this issue out on myself, even though I wasn’t the one who started the entire issue in the first place. But I refused, because being the “bigger person” is overrated, if it’s literally just a “get out of jail free card” for horrible people and their horrible behavior towards others.
I did my part. I tried sorting the issue out. It’s not my fault that this woman in her mid 60’s is incapable of having an adult conversation. Who knows… it could have been one of her last conversations anyways.
It’s honestly not even the fact that I apparently smell like radioactive Catpiss to her that pissed me off, but more so the fact that she chose to gossip to our boss of all people, instead of having the guts to just tell me directly.
Besides… she herself didn’t quite smell like a meadow of flowers in early spring either let me tell you…
More like as if a perfume store and a public smoking area had sloppy fetish sex with each other in a pit of dog shit. Because merely trying to cover the aggressive smell of tobacco with perfume of at least equal aggressiveness is not the way to go, trust me! Then again… that old hag probably needed it to mask the stench of decomposition.
All pettiness aside…
After my disaster of a conversation with our supervisor, the entire climate of the office shifted. People treated me with disrespect, acting annoyed at every tiny mistake I did, even though I was still reliant on them for showing, and training me, so I could do my job properly. This went on for 2 whole months, before my supervisor gave me the notice that I would be fired from my job on the 1st of November. And if this news hadn’t already been extremely disheartening for me, that old hags triumphant smirk and snippy comments really gave my psyche the final blow.
On that day I decided that I wouldn’t torture myself with this treatment any longer, so I went to my doctor and got myself a doctor’s notice that I would be sick till the 1st of November, and afterwards would have them pay me for every day off that I didn’t take. (Which in total came up to around 870€, that I then immediately used to pay my car insurance)
In case you were wondering…
The official reason for me getting fired is that I “took too long with my training, and therefore wasn’t able to fully integrate myself into the workplace in the intended time.” Which is so ridiculous, it’s almost hilarious considering I was pretty much set up for failure from the very beginning. The only person who was able to teach me all the inner workings and procedures that I needed to know to fully do my job, was still in training herself, didn’t speak neither German nor English really well which led to frequent misunderstandings, worked in home office 3 days a week, and on the days were she was there she always left earlier to pick up her kid from school. There were days where I was sitting at work for 8 hours, completely alone because I had no idea of how to do my job, and no one wanted to support me or even just give me work in any way shape or form.
Now looking back I’m actually quite glad I was fired, even though I wished I would have crashed out more, because knowing how desperate I was for money, I would have probably continued to work at that dysfunctional workplace no matter how it would have ruined my psyche.
So…
After the 1st of November, I was once again unemployed and my finances were tight again. I had to borrow money from my parents to get my car fixed because it broke down a week after I was let go. Then I spend the remaining 2 months of 2025 writing job applications. That’s also the time when I found out that the true reason why I was fired, was because the supervisors niece needed a job. And they fired me so she could have my position…
Mind you, she had apparently already been there whilst I was still working there, going over her future tasks with my coworkers. So here’s another humiliation ritual to add to the roster of my work experiences.
Great…
Then in February this year, I got my second job opportunity. I worked as a call center agent/Tech support in a consulting company for hair salons. My department sold cash register systems, and provided tech support for these systems. We also collected and provided business data from our clients to give to the other departments for their business evaluations of our clients salons and employees.
I really liked my new job, and busted my ass for it. I got along quite well with my new coworkers, and the workload was manageable enough that I still ended up having enough free time. But that soon changed as well, and it went so well I even eventually had enough money to buy myself a new car.
However one thing you need to know about my supervisor at that time, is that she is the absolute epitome of a workaholic. She even preferred her job over her own family. One time a person from the football club her son trained at called, saying that her son fell down and probably broke his nose because it was bleeding a lot, and wouldn’t stop. She deadass told that woman to just give him an ice pack, and sit him down somewhere because she had to work, and would only pick him up later at 3 in the afternoon (it was 10 in the morning.)
Over time my own workload increased drastically. The times where my workload was so manageable, that I still had free time afterwards were over, as I was working from 9 in the morning, to 7 in the evening almost 4 out of 5 days a week. On top of that, I also had to work a lot on weekends and holidays, for which I was never adequately compensated for. Pair that with my supervisor constant nagging, because apparently us not wanting to sell our souls to this job, and make it our sole life’s purpose just like she did, was super duper disrespectful to her or whatever. She would always make dumb little remarks if we were on our break, and gave us side eye if we took time off or talked about going on a vacation or spending time with family and friends.
My increased workload, my supervisor increasing unrealistic expectations, and the lingering threat of being replaced by AI had caused me to become severely burned out. But I pushed through it, and continued to work diligently despite the challenges.
However on the 7th of July my supervisor called me into her office for a meeting. She had told me it was to discuss my time off that I had requested since march, but the moment I sat down, she told me that she believed I had no future in their business. She said I “apparently have still not understood the workplace philosophy” and that she “didn’t feel supported enough by me.” So they fired me the same day. I was very upset, because I worked my ass off these last 5 months, and it basically was for nothing. I was finally doing better financially, and now I was essentially once again in the same position that I was just months earlier.
If there is one tip I can give you, it is that supervisors that are extreme workaholics, are massive red flags. Because it doesn’t matter how much, and how hard you work, these people will actively work against the support you’re trying to provide them with, and then complain afterwards about not getting supported enough.
Save to say this emotionally destroyed me. I didn’t care too much about loosing my old job in the end, because I didn’t like my coworkers. But this time it really hurt, because I genuinely liked my job, and got along well with everyone. I still went on my planned vacation, not trying to let my dire job, ruin the mood, but it’s difficult tbh.
It also didn’t help that my best friend of 5 years texted me today (12th of July), telling me he wanted to end the friendship. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we had problems or fought or anything, we’ve merely grown apart over the last few years, when he left our home land to study sociology in Austria. And even tough it sucks massively, because I feel like I’m desperately trying to hold my live together even though it’s imploding at so many different points, I was at least grateful that he was honest with me instead of just straight up ghosting me.
So here we are now.
I’m once again unemployed, my financial situation is even more strained, now that I have a new car I have to pay off, and a very important person just left my live.
But my mother had always said that “If one door closes in life, somewhere else a window will open.” Life stops for no one, and the only way left to move is forward, no matter how insurmountable whatever you’re going through might feel. I’ll take this time to self reflect, and once again seriously ask myself where I wanna go or end up in life. I’ll pick back up on my hobbies that I had neglected these last months, and will spend a lot of time with my friends and family.
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Now that we got all of the depressing stuff out of the way, let’s talk about what I’ve got planned for the future.
I spend a lot of my time improving my art, and played with the idea of writing for my own OC’s, and D&D characters if people are interested. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and if you want a little spoiler of some of the characters I could write for, then here are some doodles, and WiP’s I made. (The first is the most recent, and the last is older)
I’m really happy with my improvements, and will strive to continuously get better, because I had already enjoyed adding my own art to my fanfictions for a more personal touch, and me writing for my OC’s could be the next step of that. (And honestly, who would have guessed that drawing dragonborns would be so damn difficult)
Naturally I’ll tag those fanfictions appropriately, and they’ll be separated in the Masterlist.
Naturally those aren’t all of my OC’s, but I’ll definitely make a follow up post for that as well, since a follower had made me a very helpful google doc for me, which helped me learn and really improve my art. So if you’re reading this, I want to once again thank you for your help 🫶
I’ll also include Google Docs with the characters personalities, backstories, and how x Reader fanfictions with them could look like. I hope you’ll be just as excited to read these fanfictions, as I’ll be writing them.
But more of that in the upcoming weeks.
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Just because I might be including OC fanfictions in the future won’t mean that I’ll stop writing for other characters all together. Actually, I’ve been working on a masterlist, and will expand the selection of characters I’ll write for in the future.
I already said that I’ll definitely write for Skia from NTE a while back, and I already have some fanfictions with him in my drafts. Apart from that I also have some fanfictions planned for Faramor and Nazrik from AfK Journey, Legoshi from Beastars is also someone who I have ideas for, and I’m thinking about maybe writing for Gang Orca from MHA or Blaidd from Elden ring if we want to be very specific (Because me and my bestie have a mad crush on both of them lol)
And if it’s in the cards, I might also write for Dislyte characters in the future, cuz a friend got me hooked on the game.
I’m also definitely writing for Banyue, but I suppose that was a given since I’m already writing for Lycaon.
In terms of upcoming fanfictions, I will probably upload some one shots in the coming days. Just without art for now, because I don’t have my drawing stuff with me right now, but I’ll just add them afterwards.
Now that everything is said, I still want to sincerely thank everyone, who has stayed patient with me this last year of absence.
Hello um do you do request? If so or maybe can I request a pregnant wife reader x husband lycaon doing a gender reveal for they're baby.
I saw I cute wholesome TikTok video where the mother knows the gender of her baby and tries to do those gender color reveling cakes but mess up the food colorings color.
Lycaon then says he still doesn't know they childs gender so he comes up with a new way to save they're little surprise, on top of the cake had both blueberries and strawberries so lycaon tells reader to pick one of between the fruits and give it to him to eat and from the fruits taste he will know they're childs gender.
Strawberry= girl
Blueberry= boy
You can pick the baby's gender😄
Hey hey! 👋
This was honestly so fun to write even though I had way too many ideas and drafts 😭
But I think I was able to combine all my Ideas pretty well.
So I hope you enjoy!
°•○●Sweet Surprise●○•°
Summary: You're trying to surprise Lycaon with a gender reveal cake. Problem is just that you can't bake! So you two come up with a different way for a gender reveal.
Pairing: Von Lycaon x Wife!Reader
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
Warnings: None. Just tooth rotting fluff <3
Not proof read.
Fate works in very strange ways sometimes.
If someone would have told you that your life would be changed completely from one day to the next - and by an Umbrella no less. You wouldn't have believed them.
But as it so happened, it was indeed an umbrella, offered to you by a handsome stranger on a rainy day, that flipped your entire world on it's head.
The weather sure had caught you off guard, but not as much as the wolfish strangers silky smooth voice, snow-white furr and ruby iris.
Much interaction wasn't needed either. It was a glance shared, a few words exchanged and his hand gently brushing against yours, and both of you were already smitten with eachother.
Conversations had, turned into dates planned. And this feeling of curiosity for eachother turned into one of longing for one another. And half a year into your relationship with the Wolf thiren, he asked you the question of questions.
It's silly if you think about how even the smallest gestures can have such long lasting outcomes.If he wouldn't have offered you that umbrella that day, then you probably wouldn't be married to Lycaon, and on top of that, wouldn't carry his child.
The day you told him that you were pregnant is still one of your favorites. Even months before, you had noticed how longingly he stared at the families at the Park, or the way his ears perked up at the laughter of children. And even though he never admitted it, not wanting to preassure you into taking such an astronomically large step so soon, you had already deciphered his wishes behind his carefully crafted facade.
So on the day the pregnancy test finally showed a positive result, you went shopping while he was at work to make some preperations. You bought a little Wolf plush, tied the positive test to it with a ribbon, and placed it in his office on his desk.
And when the moment came when he returned to your shared home, greeting you with a kiss like he always did. You patiently sipped your tea as you waited for him to notice.
You remember giggling to yourself when you saw his expression, the tiny wolf plushy still clutched in his right hand. And you very clearly remember how his following embrace almost knocked the wind out of you.
After that Lycaon had been on cloud 99. His hands would always find your belly, gently caressing it, and ever since the first time he felt the Baby kick, he was pretty much attached to your hip. The pregnancy was very straining, but it reassured you greatly to see how extatic and exited your husband was for this child, and even though he supports you wonderfully, you have to hit him with the "I'm not sick, just pregnant" line a lot of times.
Everything was picture perfect, until the day of the scheduled ultra sound arrived.
Lycaon hadn't been able to attend.
The Mayor had requested his pressence for an urgent matter, and the guilt of not being able to put you and his pup first had been eating him up dispite you telling him multiple times that it was alright. And one day when your eyes fell on the little wolf plushy, still dutifully guarding the nursery, you had the perfect idea to lift your husbands spirits, and on top of that celebrate your little family.
The mission: baking him one of those gender reveal cakes that you've seen trending on the Internet.
However unfortunately for you, there was a reason why Lycaon was the one who did all the cooking at home. You wouldn't necessarily say that you were talentless when it came to cooking and baking, but the pile of ruined biscuits in the trashcan would insinuate otherwise.
The silence of the kitchen was only filled by the low humming sound of the oven. You squinted your eyes judgingly, trying to figure out if the biscuit's color you were seeing was normal or not. You stood up, once again taking a peek at the recepie displayed on your phone screen and silently scanning the steps. The recipie says that after completing the biscuit, you were supposed to use buttercream, and then color it depending on the babys gender with food coloring.
You grimaced while you looked at the bowl with what should be buttercream. You don't know how you managed to mess up the food coloring to such an extreme extend, but you were 100% certain that Lycaon wouldn't be able to distinguish the babys gender from the strange grey sludge that didn't look edible in the slightest. Heck it looked like toxic waste or something out of an Alien movie.
You sighed heavily and glanced at the clock hanging in your kitchen. You still had time before he came home, and you were determined to make this work. You also hoped a cake would help lessen the shock, since you had another big surprise for him.
The ringing of your phone's timer ripped you out of your thoughts as it signaled that your cake was ready to be taken out of the oven. You slid on the oven glovs, and opened the oven door, immediately being swallowed by a big puff of smoke. You remove the cake from the oven, hastily sitting it down on the kitchen counter before making a break for the window.
After taking a deep breath of fresh air, you turned around to inspect the severity of the chaos you had created. You stepped closer to glance at your "cake", still maintaining a save distance as if the damn thing could blow up in your face at any second as it continued to bubble and steam menacingly.
So your suspicion that you had indeed used to much milk was officially confirmed. Right now it had more similarities with that dumb vulcano you made for science class when you were a kid.
"Well... there goes another attempt" you say quietly before being impolitely startled by the sudden blaring of the smoke detector.
You cover your ears and glance up at the annoying little machine. Lycaon had no problem reaching that thing with his massive hight, but you? No chance. It also didn't help that Lycaon took away the step ladder so you wouldn't get any funny ideas of trying to reach for something high up while being very pregnant.
His words replay mockingly in your mind: "If you need anything, just tell me and I'll fetch it for you immediately" aww that's nice. Unfortunately didn't help you right in this very moment.
Instead you reach for your shoe and, fueled by your current immeasurable frustration, hurled it at the ceiling as hard as you could. You celebrated as the little annoyance came loose, only to watch it land directly in the bubbling mass beneath it.
At first, the beeping was dampened, then it fell completely silent.
Mission failed succesfully???
Ok. Now you definetly didn't have enough time to bake something before Lycaon came home.
Maybe at least you could make some sort of tiny dessert or something. You pick up the bowl with buttercream, smelling it carefully. At least it didn't smell strange, so it can't possibly that ba- nope. It's absolutely awfull.
You wince slightly as you feel a tiny kick in your belly "yeah yeah I got it. Don't put anything scetchy in my mouth" you sigh, rubbing carefull circles on it.
You abandon the bowl in the kitchen sink, and after having taken a big gulp of water in hopes it would cleanse your taste buds, you sit down at the kitchen table.
Now completely defeated.
Not short after you hear the front door and the all too familiar "I'm home!" The thuds of his metallic feet approached as you silently braced yourself for his reaction at the mess you created.
He enters the kitchen, instinctively covering his nose "y/n- ugh.. what is that smell..." he asks "and what happened in here?" His puzzled gaze wandering across the room before meeting yours "Welcome home! We missed you" you speak, feigning innocence.
You were just about to ask him how his day had been, as he approached you hurriedly "is something wrong? You look distraught my love" his clawed hand caressing your face carefully "no no, it's just-" you start before exhaling deeply "we need to talk" you start and his ears droop slightly about how serious you were all of a sudden "about what love?" He questions "It's about the baby" you start, and Lycaon knelt down infront of you "you're worrying me y/n. Did the doctors call? Is something with the baby?" He asks you, his voice laced with concern. "No the baby is fine, don't worry" you reassure him.
"I just.. wanted to surprise you is all" you tell him, and watched as his ears perked up again "surprise me?" he questiones again "yes, because you weren't able to attend the ultra sound" at these words his ears once again drooped, clearly still very upset with himself. "So to lift your spirits, I wanted to bake you a cake. So we could have our own little gender reveal party" you explain "but... well... you see how that turned out" you chuckle bitterly.
Lycaon's eyes wander around the kitchen again, and you couldn't tell if he was looking for something or simply assesing the chaos. Suddenly he stood up, walked a few feet and grabbed something from the kitchen counter before returning to your side.
He places the bowls he grabbed on the table next to you "ah, I wanted to use these fruits to decorate the cake" you say as he once again kneels down infront of you "we can still have our own little gender reveal party" he says, taking one of your hands in his and gently caressing it with his thumb "I'll just close my eyes, and you feed me the right fruit" he explains, his tail gently wagging behind him "Strawberry if it's a girl, and Blueberry if it's a boy" he says.
You smile at him amused, taking the bowls in your hand "alright, let's do it that way" and Lycaon closes his eyes at your confirmation. You chuckle to yourself, thinking about how to properly go about this situation. Placing the right fruit seems a bit difficult honestly.
"Okay, open up" you say, and place the fruits in Lycaons maw.
He chews for a moment, his eyebrow furrowing in thought "y/n... did you give me both?" He chuckles slightly confused "I did yes" you tell him, taking his hand and placing it on your belly. He pauses for a moment, trying to connect the dots "I don't understand" he tells you, your own thumb now caressing his hand.
"It's both Lycaon. It's twins" you reveal, watching as Lycaon processes the information you just gave him "wait. Twins?!!" He exclaimed shocked as you continued to chuckle "yeah, I've had the same reaction. At first I thought the baby was just very energetic, but instead there's always been two" you explain, watching Lycaon's tail thump excitedly against the floor.
From one moment to the next, you're pulled into a fluffy embrace, Lycaon burrying his head in the crook of your neck. Even a few whines rip from his throat, unable to contain his happiness "I take this as a sign that these are good news?" You say jokingly "Absolutely!" You hear him, as he tightens his embrace ever so slightly.
"Thank god we have enough space in the nursery for another bed" you say, gently scratching behind your husbands ear "though we need to buys more clothes and other essentials. What we have for now surely won't be enough" Lycaon stands up, placing a kiss first on your lips, then on your forehead "we can worry about all of that later" he says rolling up his sleeves. You stood up wanting to help him, but he gently stops you "why don't you go lie down in the livingroom? Make yourself comfortable, while I'll quickly clean here" you wanted to object but he interjects "I know, I know. You're not sick just pregnant" he chuckles.
"I can still help. I made this mess after all" you say rolling up your own sleeves but stop midway "uh... y/n...? What is this?" Lycaon asks, his voice mirroring his confused expression as he fishes the violated smoke detector out of your cake.
Your face heats up, and a short silence settles inbetween you two before you finally manage to speak up
"you know what?.. on second thought, I think I'm gonna lie down"
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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!
I'm now finally done with my final exams, and let me tell you. They were fucking difficult.
I'll probably get the results in the next two to three weeks, and I hope to god I passed because he put too much effort and energy into this just to fail so close before the finish line.
If I did pass, I'll probably be spending most of my time writing job applications. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Oh btw. I've seen the 2.0 Trailer for ZZZ and that Black thiren dude peaked my interesst. Hopefully he won't just be an NPC, that would break my heart.
Lycaon confessing his love for you in a (for him) less than ideal situation.
Tag: Nsfw! (Minors Dni)
Warning: Rut, biting, slight mentions of blood, breeding kink, Lycaon being a nervous wreck, small fluff at the end ♡
Not proofread.
Small mistakes are bound to happen. No matter how meticulously you plan ahead for whatever could happen. In one second, fate could throw a curved ball at you, and derail everything you worked so hard for.
Such was the reality of Lycaon's job. It was expected of him to prepare for every possibility. To act accordingly and perform with precision and perfection even in the face of the unexpected; no matter if it was a wine stain that needed to be scrubbed out immediately, or having to go against an entire pack of Hati inside a hollow.
One small mistake, one small slip up could mean death inside a hollow. And even though he currently didn't find himself inside a hollow, the mistake he had allowed to happen felt just as severe.
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You could call it a series of unfortunate Events. Starting with him forgetting to fill out the perscription for his suppressants, simply because he had once again dove head first into his work. Something that you had warned him over and over again not to do.
Ah and then there was you. Sweet, caring, wonderfull y/n. Always a smile on your face that never failed to lighten up his day no matter what had happened. And even though your relationship with him had started as nothing more than simple acquaintance, it quickly became a strong friendship.
The more you two talked, and spend time with eachother. Learning and understanding eachother, the more he found himself thinking about you.
It was small moments like seeing an item he was certain you'd like when he was running errands, already picturing your expression if he'd gift it to you. Or the simple subtle wag of his tail anytime he recieved a text message from you.
Everything seemed so much brighter with you around, and it was in moments where he caught himself staring at you for longer than he should, or the rapid beating of his heart anytime you met his gaze that he realized he was utterly, and hopelessly in love with you.
He greatly appreciated his friendship with you, but as this feeling in his chest continued to bloom he found himself yearning for more with you.
Not just a good friend, but a potential lover.
But regretably for him; sweet, caring, wonderfull y/n had unknowingly become a part in this dilemma. You weren't at fault in the slightest, all you wanted to do was check up on him because you though he was sick. He remembers the Muffins you had backed for him, and how they were now left completely abandoned in the kitchen of his apartment.
He should have send you away, but he didn't. He simply couldn't. Your words were too sweet, your actions too kind, and your touch too caring like they had always been. And before he realized that his composure was slipping through his fingers like fine Sand, his lips had already found yours.
Everything had happened so suddenly. He would have expected you to push him off of you, to shout at him and slap him like he deserved it. But instead you had deepened the kiss, and one thing led to another.
Now he found himself in said dilemma: above you, and his entire length burried balls deep in you as he came down from another high. He breathes heavily, another wave of post-nut-clarity washing over him, and he wondered how many times he had already came inside you. 2 maybe 3 times? He lost track, or rather he had stopped counting all together.
He looked down at your form. Sweating, slightly shacking from your own orgasm and he swallowed thickly as the realization once again hit him.
One slip up, and he had completely ruined his friendship with you, and there was no way you two could ever go back to whatever you had before. But the lust bubbling in his guts overpowered his guilt, his hands perched on your hips as he once again started thrusting into you.
This is not how he would have wanted you to know about his infatuation towards you. He would have prefered to take you out on a nice dinner, maybe a small stroll through the city afterwards and then sitting down to stargaze somewhere. His clawed hands gently carressed your back, and a frown formed on his face.
But not this. This seemed too shallow and out of place for his taste.
You deserved better.
His hands left your back and moved to hold the back of the sofa before he picked up his pace. But oh how he loved the sounds you were making, it almost drove him insane. The way how you whined and moaned his name, as if it was the only word you were still capable of forming.
He leaned down, letting his canines ghost over your shoulder. Seemingly testing the boundaries that, surprisingly didn't seem to exist for you as you moved your head to the side to give him better access.
He contemplates for a second, wondering if he should really go through with this. It was so incredibly tempting, especially because you gave him permission to indulge this side of him. So dispite his doubts he slowly let his fangs sink into your shoulder, immediately feeling immense satisfaction wash over him at the faint taste of iron on his tongue. You yelped a bit at the slight sting of pain, instinctively reaching for his hand and squeezing it as you came once again.
He halted his pace as you came down from your high, his tongue running over the bitemark on your shoulder before placing a kiss on it as a silent apology. He once again carressed your back, noting the rise and fall of your shoulders with every heavy breath you took. Slowly he unsheathed himself, and at first you wanted to object. But your words got stuck in your throat as he turned you over, effortlessly picked you up and once again impaled you on his length. "Hold on, I'm almost there" he whispers in your ear before he once again begins his onslaught.
Lycaon could feel your nails digging into his shoulderblades as you clung to him. It stung slightly, but right now he didn't mind it too much. Dispite the overwhelming pleasure he felt, his mind continued to spiral.
He wondered if you'd see him in a different light now. Would you think of him as a player? Who only befriended you to get his dick wet. He was mortified at the thought.
He could feel himself once again getting close to the edge, and in an attempt to mend what he thought was already beyond repair, he told you now fully honest "I love you y/n" before completely toppeling over it. Stars danced across his vision as he continued to pulse and throb inside you, and it was as if you had read his mind when you turned your head and kissed him again. It caught him by surprise at first, but he quickly reciprocated the gesture. This kiss was different. It was sweet, loving and caring not just purely driven by lust. He found it easing his nerves who were still ablaze from his worry and his orgasm. He let's himself fall down on the sofa, you still in his arms as you both tried to catch a breather.
For some time both of you sit in silence. Lycaon wanted to say something, he more than owed you an explination after all "I am truly sorry y/n" he manages to say, his eyes meeting your confused ones "for what?" You asked breathlessly. He exhales, breaking eyecontact with you "I hope you don't think less of me now." He says, the guilt in his voice accentuating his worry "why would I think less of you?" you asked him "that was amazing" Lycaon can feel his cheeks warm up a bit, and he mentally pokes fun at himself for growing embarassed now even though he just had sex with you. "I just want to reassure that... I actually ment what I said earlier" he then meets you eyes again "I do love you. Very much." A warm smile finds you features, and it eases his nerves like it always does "I love you too" you tell him, his ears perking up at your confession, and his tail rhythmically thumped against the sofa cussion.
Another sigh escaped him. This time one of happiness and relief as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. "Regardless, I would have prefered to properly go out with you" a small sigh escaped him "it's not too late for that" you boop his nose, slightly bewildering him "we can still go out with eachother" you tell him, yawning as your exhaustion finally catches up with you. He smiles down at your tired form, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead as you slowly drifted to sleep
"It's a date then"
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Thank you for reading, I hope it was to your liking.
So glad I was finally able to post something because the stress is currently fucking me in a way I'd love Lycaon to fuck me (brainrot still going strong as you can see)
My final exams on may 5th are drawing closer and closer, and I've been drowning in my work and studying as of late.
I still have so many ideas I wanna write about. For example some oneshots with Lighter because I love him.
But all of that in due time.
Hi I love your writing, could you please continue making more fics about the encounters with Lycaon? 💞🖤❤️
Thank your for your patience! I was struggeling with writersblock these last couple of weeks, and had started 3 different drafts that never led to anything.
I hope this is to your liking, and was worth the wait
•°~My Lycaon~°•
Von Lycaon x Gn!Reader
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
Another One shot inspired by Lycaon's trust events.
Warnings: None
Not proofread.
It was a cold, yet sunny day. The sun was slowly starting it's descend from the firmament, making the slowly thawing snow and Ice seemingly glow in response.
It was that time of the year where the Winter was slowly saying goodbye, and making room for spring to once again rejuvinate the city.
The glassdoors infront of you slid to the side, a wave of fresh air greeted your face, and you inhaled deeply, enjoying how fresh it smelled. You stepped outside, struggeling a bit with the bags that contained your grocceries for the week. Of course it would have been easier to just buy grocceries online and have them delivered to your home, but that would have also meant that you wouldn't have been able to enjoy this beautiful day today.
As you made your way to the trainstation, carefully focusing on not accidentally dropping your shopping bags, your attention seemed to be caught elsewhere for just a moment.
Looking over to the plaza, you spot someone very familiar. There you saw Lycaon, once again surrounded, but not by the local stray animals for once. Instead a few students had gathered around him.
You chuckle a bit, noting how the Wolf thiren, despite being just as white as the snow around him, still seemed just as out of place like a snowman in july, and it was all thanks to his towering height.
Without a thought you made your way over to him, admittedly a bit giddy inside at the prospect of talking to him, even if just for a moment. The few remnants of snow left on the sidewalk crunched under your soles as you approached your friend.
As soon as Lycaon spotted you, his ears perked up "Ah, fancy seeing you here" he greets you. You give him a polite little wave, as not to butt into the conversation he had been having before your arrival
"As I said, Victoria housekeeping has a full shedule at the moment..." Lycaon says, and something tells you that he had been repeating himself "I'm sure you can squeeze in a little more time. I can pay you double!" The Student in front of him replied, refusing to take no for an answer "My buddy here is loaded! Just go ahead and name your price!" The Student once again inssisted, and his friend gave him a mortified look "d-double?!"
Lycaons was silent and his ear flicked, something that you had observed he did when he was annoyed. Then he glanced at you and his ears perked up again "Actually, this person here is my Master" he replied, gesturing towards you.
You were a little caught of guard by his explination. Truth be told you weren't his master, hell you could never afford him. But for his sake you decieded to play along.
"That's right" you reply, putting on a smirk "now, who's trying to steal away my Lycaon" you say, your words making the Wolf thirens heart skip a beat.
'Their Lycaon?' He thought.
Quickly regaining his composure he answers "Don't worry Master. I don't believe that is their Intention" you take the spot next to Lycaon, and the students exchange a few glances with eachother "Y-Your Lycaon? Wait a minute. Are you two more than just Master and servant?" The other student who had previously stayed quiet responded.
Lycaon felt his cheeks heat up at the idea, and secretly glanced over to you. He was ready for you to dismiss the inclination of you and him being a couple.
But to his surprise, you don't.
Instead you put an arm on your hip, ignoring the slight blush that also bloomed on your face "That is private" you respond. The students glance at eachother again "Ah... I get it. Your relationship isn't that simple" the quieter Student replies "what? You get it? How come I don't get it?" The other student asks seemingly a tad bit irritated.
Lycaon clears his throat before speaking up "Regardless, since I've already been hired by my Master, I have no capacity to provide services to others. Thank you for your understanding." He replies sternly "I recommend that you all make your appointments in advance. I shall remember to mark you as a priority client" at that, both students bow their heads replying with "we're sorry" before grabbing their bags and leaving.
You exhale deeply, still feeling warmth radiating from your face "seriously... Kids nowadays." Lycaon putts his hand on your shoulder to gain your attention, and you turn around and meet his eye "Thank you for your help" he says, a smile tugging at his lips "I don't think I did anything though" you reply, feeling your face growing warmer. "Please believe me. It would have taken much longer to persuade them if you hadn't been there" He gestures to your shopping bags "May I?" He asks before carefully taking your bags from you.
"Truth be told, I turned them down not just because my schedule was full" he begins "oh? Why then?" You ask, rubbing your hands together to warm them "Well, Victoria houskeeping does not take jobs without prior appointments. They must be scheduled in advance" he tells you, both of you now entering the train station. "But I don't make appointments either" you chuckle.
Lycaon looks at you for a second, as if considering how to respond "You are a very important friend. You're an exception. You can reach out to me for anything you need, and your request will always be given top priority" you smile at him warmly, noting that you're suddenly not cold anymore "Thank you"
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After having gotten off the train, both of you finally reach your apartment. You unlock the door and invite Lycaon inside where he put the grocceries on your kitchen counter.
"I was surprised to have run into you out there honestly" he starts "I would have expected you to buy grocceries online" you chuckle "that's fair, but I spend so much time either in here or at my work desk, that it feels good to get out every now and then" he nodds "so in that matter we're very alike" he replies "thankfully! That's probably what helped me play along earlier"
Lycaon feels heat once again rise to his cheeks at the memory of earlier. More so the way you said 'My Lycaon'
He liked it.
He liked you.
He has for quite a while now, but never found the right moment to fess up. He was anxious about how you saw him, felt about him. Earlier when you two where thought to be a couple, you could have immediately dismissed it.
But you didn't.
Could that mean you also...
"Sorry about earlier" you tell him, ripping him out of his thoughts "huh? Sorry about what exactly?" He inquires. You glide a hand through your hair, trying to form your thoughts into coherent sentences "you know, when I sorta implied that you and me where a thing" even though secretly it was a thought you greatly enjoyed. Lycaon pursed his lips while he listened to you "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"You didn't" he replied almost immediately, once again catching you off guard. Lycaon looked away for another second, his face so warm he felt like there was steam comming off of him. He meets your bewildered expression, thinking to himself:
'it was now or never.'
He takes a step towards you, reaching out his hand as a silent way of asking to hold yours. You don't fight it and place yours into his much larger one. His rings and the leather of his glove was cold, but it didn't bother you right now as you anticipated what he'd might say next.
"I would like to... be your Lycaon"
Your heart felt like it was doing jumping jacks in your chest at his words. For a moment you questioned if you had slipped earlier somewhere, hit your head, and where merely imagining his confession to you.
But was it really a confession? He could have meant that as a friend right?
"S-so what you're saying is..." you start, watching him suck in a small breath
"I am in love with you y/n" he answers, never once breaking eyecontact.
"It is okay if you don't reciprocate my feelings-" he starts but you stop him, gently grabbing his chin with your fingers.
"You said my request will always be given top priority right?" You ask and he nodds "then I have a new request" you cradle his face with both of your hands now, which promts Lycaon to hold his breath in anticipation.
"Would you kiss me?" You ask him, hoping dearly that you haven't crossed any boundaries, but when you see the excited wagging of his tail your worries dissipate.
"At once" he replies before leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing and loving kiss.
His hands perched on your hips as he deepened the kiss, letting out a small satisfied grumble as he relished in the moment. He breakes the kiss for a moment before gently picking you up and sitting you down on the kitchen counter before finding your lips again.
Suddenly the ringing of a phone could be heared. Lycaon stops for a moment, reaching into his pocket for the device before throwing it half heartedly to the side "this has time" he replies when you wanted to speak up. He wanted to fully enjoy this moment, and refused to let it be ruined now. But unfortunately for him, the call doesn't go to voicemail and instead the phone begins to ring once again. Lycaon breaks the kiss and huffs out in annoyance, laying his head on your shoulder "I am sorry, it seems this is urgent" he apologizes.
You give him another kiss on his nose to reassure him "don't worry, we'll have all the time in the world when you get back" your words making his tail wag again.
He picks up his phone and you accompany him to the door. He leans down to kiss your forehead goodbye before picking up the call and rounding the corner.
You close the door, silently looking at it for a moment as if reflecting on everything that had transpired today. You reach up one of your hands and pinch yourself. "Ow! Dang" you wince which quickly morphes into a smile at the once again reassured fact that you were not dreaming.
You were already excited for his return.
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Hey hi how r u doing?
So... about me being away for so long.
So basically, I had been very sick. It seemed that the stress of the last couple of weeks had finally caught up with me and it pretty much shut my body down.
I had taken a long time off and focused on getting better, and I do feel much better already.
So now that I'm back, I'm excited to write again.
To everyone else that has requested something, do not worry I have not forgotten about you, and will focuse on finishing your request in the following days.
Alright, once again thank you for your patience, and for reading ofc. I hope you enjoyed.
Ya'll just know imma write for him when he releases.
So, there is this new open world gacha game that's currently in beta testing.
Neverness to Everness
And they have a lot of stunning characters, but one character captured my interesst in peticular.
being this dude right here.
He feels like a mixture of both Lycaon and Gallagher, and I'm here for it honestly.
This might also just be me coping, cuz I still haven't gotten over Gallagher's death 😭
When I look at him, I just immediately think Police officer or Body guard or something.
And honestly I'm hoping for that, cuz I love men and woman in uniform.
One of the big reasons why I believe he might be a Police officer / Body Guard is due to the guns in their holsters on his Design that he, funnily enough, doesn't even use in battle.
His weapon if choice is actually his Shadow which I find very creative. It does make sense since as far as I know his name is Skia, which means Shadow in greek.
The undone tie around his neck, makes me assume that he's gonna be a bit more like Gallagher when it comes to appearence and perhaps personality (even though we know literally nothing yet)
Also, sorry for the horrible quality of the gifs (-.-')
He's still very dapper dude though. When I first saw him, I immediately sat down to draw him.
(Even though the colors might be wrong but ya'll know the drift by this point)
Also because I'm currently trying to wrap my head around lighting and color theory. If you have any tips that can help me improve, do share them with me, I'd greatly appreciate it.
Yes, I am aware that some details in the drawings are wrong, but when I realized it had already been too late. 🤷♂️
Certainly a very interessting concept, and ya'll just know that I'm gonna write for him as soon as we know more about his Character, Lore and Personality.
Alright, that's all for now.
I'll upload something in the following days after all of the holiday stuff is out of the way.
I also wish everyone a happy late Christmas.
Btw Here is the Tiktok from which I used the videos of his gameplay.
As for begin late it's completely alright, we all humans and we have things to do with IRL stuff so you have nothing to be worried about, take as much time as you need and please don't push yourself 🫶
As for my request i want to request platonic HC or one-shot (choose which do you want) about Lycaon and teenage daughter reader (wolf therin like her dad).
Plot: the father and daughter are having a personality like "Ozzy & heather" from the movie "Over the headge" where Lycaon is doing things and take his job as an attendant pretty seriously and Reader is SO DONE with him. They're the comical duo in the Victorian housekeeping 🤭
It's like the "camellia golden week" where Lycaon felt embarrassed about missing one word when he tried to lip-reading 🤭 if reader was there she would be like "seriously dad? It's just one word, come on don't be dramatic!!"
But deep down she loves her silly dad and admire him.
Am so sorry for the long request, and if you feel you can't or don't want to write it then it's completely okay, have a great day!✨
Thank you so much for your understanding!
I did combine a bit of headcanons, and a bit of one shot. I hope I did your vision justice.
•°○Headcanons about Lycaon with his Daughter reader○°•
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
First and foremost. You and him literally look so alike, it's almost uncanny. People look at you two and instantly know "oh yeah. These two are related." Everything from the fluffy ears and tail, down to the Black highlights. You look like a miniature version of him.
Both of your daily schedule is perfectly planned. Both of you drag yourselfs out of bed get up in the morning, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, and get ready to go to school/work.
Also the way both of you boop noses as a way to say goodbye is just so.. *repeadetly slamms hand on desk in delight*
Lycaon strikes me as a strict, but loving father. He is very patient with you, and would only raise his voice at you if you really fucked up. Less out of Anger or dissapointment, and more out of concern for you. And yet he'd make sure to always tell you that he loved you regardless because he doesn't want neither of you to go to bed with negative vibes.
Even though he does expect certain standards from you, he also knows not to 'clip a flower before it can bloom.' He gives you the room you need to find yourself, instead of smothering you with his expectations.
He's 100% the type of dad who'll sit you down after finding out about a bad grade, and ask you if something was wrong, if something is bothering you, or if you need help with anything.
So he helps you study for exams, and you help him out with the business over summer break, and only over summer break. It's something he never understood about Ellen and Corin, as to why both of them would choose to work in their leisure time despite already having to juggle school.
Speaking of Victoria housekeeping. You definetly get along with all of his Coworkers. You and Ellen are besties, all the while you take on some sort of big sister role for Corin. Rina and You are menaces and no one can convince me otherwise. "Everyone, please be on your best behaviour" Your dad says, mainly looking at You, Ellen and Rina.
You are definetly not as organized as your dad, let's get that right. You're the silly one who lightens the mood and cracks jokes. But remembering which fork is for what, and what cuttlery goes where? Those are facts that your long term memory chooses to reject no matter how many times your father reminds you "y/n, how many times have I told you-" yaddah yaddah.
Despite that you still very much look up to your dad, you think he's cool and a badass! Even though he can be awfully corny, and a total overthinker sometimes. Especially when he thinks that he had once again embarassed himself in some way.
Lycaon takes a sip from his tea, a frown on his face that is clear for everyone to see. "What's happened to you?" You ask him, and he exhales a short sigh "earlier I've embarassed myself while I was on a meeting with Master Proxy about Hollow C41" he tells you, and you questioningly raised your eyebrows
"So I've decieded to take Lip reading classes every two weeks from now on" he tells you, which made you choke on your tea "Dad, there is no need to do all that" you say through caughs.
He putts his cup down, a questioning look on his face "you think so?" He asks, and you give him a thumbs up in agreement "Lip reading classes seem... awfully out there you know?" He nodds
"however, I feel like Sign language courses would be much more beneficial don't you agree?"
Just like your father, your own fur is also always perfectly groomed. Grooming eachother is something normal yet intimate for thirens, it is reserved exclusively for family. A lot of the times you help eachother to keep eachothers fur spotless.
The bristles of the brush in Lycaon's hand carefully run through the fur of your tail.
You yourself were enjoying the sensation when a chuckle caught your attention "Oh father dearest, won't you share with your daughter what's so funny?" You ask, Lycaon playfully rolled his eyes "certainly, shakespear.
I just thought how funny it is how much you enjoy me brushing you even though you dreaded it when you were younger" he says, a small giggle coming from you "hmmm sorry, I don't recall that" you tell him "the bite marks on my hand sure do" he retords "oh come on, that was cobbing!" You defend, making him chuckle again "last time I checked, cobbing doesn't draw blood."
A small silence settles between you two, as you cross your arms in front of your chest, and sigh "fine, point taken."
Lycaon has a few rules that are never to be broken. You jokingly call them his 'Ten commandments.' From the run of the mill stuff like: No Alcohol, Drugs, gambling or skipping school, other rules include:
Always staying in contact with him
Under no circumstances going in hollows!
Asking before taking his car (only if you have a license ofc)
Carrying pepper spray when going outside
Not getting in a car with strangers
And last but not least: Stay away from boys (added note with: "I'm serious Y/n" behind it)
Lycaon tries not to be a helicopter parent, but you are his little girl, and nothing will ever change that. It's very well described with: "I'm not your little girl anymore, look at me, I'm practically an Adult" while all he sees is you as a small child still carrying your stuffed animals around with you wherever you went.
Sometimes he fears you'll feel ashamed for him, with him being an amputee and all. But you always make sure to reassure him about his insecurities, telling him he's the best dad ever, and it never fails to ease his nerves.
Lycaon doesn't force you to do anything you don't like. He has no issue if you don't want to take over the family business, he wants you to find something that you can pour your heart and soul into. However, the only thing he did force you to take were self defense classes.
In reality he dreads the idea of his past catching up with him, with you ending up in the crossfire. It's what robbs him of his sleep sometimes. But rest assured your dad will 1000% commit murder for you if he has to.
Other things both of you have in common include:
1. Both of you hate the dentist, and syringes. (No seriously, ya'll hate them.)
2. Both of you drink your tea the exact same way.
3. Both of you like the same snacks, so it's always a fight to get some before the other.
4. You watch your netflix series with him, and funnily enough, he get's very invested in them.
Both of you made the mistake of watching Riverdale once, and it turned into a running gag amongst you.
Whenever one of you had a weird day you'd say "Today was a Riverdale kinda day."
Over all: Lycaon is definetly a great dad, and would set heaven and hell into motion for you.
•°○°•°○°Bonus•°○°•°○°•
You nervously tap your foot on the ground, your ears flicked as the surrounding silence was only broken by the tooting sound of your phone.
"Come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up" you say quietly, and glance at your watch. "Yes? Y/n?" The voice of your father came from the phone, and your ears perked up
"Heeeeey! I love you soooo much, can I have 2500 dennies?" You ask quietly, Lycaon falling silent on the other side of the line "what..? No. What do you need 2500 dennies for?" He asked clearly confused "oh you know, for an escape room?" You tell him, the line once again growing silent, and for a moment you feared he had hung up on you.
"You're joking right? What kind of escape room costs 2500 dennies?" He asked, and you press your ears flat to your head "uhm.... jail...." you speak, you swallowed thickly while you felt you heart drumming in your chest.
"Dad?" You ask, trying to get an answer from him "daddy? Papa?" But the only respons you get is a loud sigh "I'll be there in 10, dumbass" he replies before hanging up.
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I hope you enjoyed!
I once again want to thank you all for your patience, I have to work a lot of overtime currently.
But soon enough I'll be able to upload in a timely manner again.
Can I request a fluffy where Lycaon takes care of the reader with menstrual cramps? I need comfort, I can't stand the pain anymore. (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
Absolutely! I hope you'll get better soon!
-•*Lycaon taking care of Reader with menstrual cramps*•-
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
Warnings: none
Not proofread.
It was such a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, bringing a strong vibrancy to the City. But as everyone was out and about, getting that healthy dose of vitamine D, you were sitting in your apartment. Fucking miserable.
You'd love to go outside to catch some of those healthy rays of light, but right now you had other troubles as you lay around with your bodily anatomy bullying you relentlessly.
Ah yes, it was that time of the month again, where your period knocked on your door like a fucking loan shark ready to collect your dept. Normally your period cramps weren't something your trusty friend the Ibuprofen couldn't handle, but not today it seems.
This time your cramps were really bad.
You felt like you swallowed glass shards, and then stumbled down a flight of stairs. Your back ached, your thighs ached, and your lower abdomen hurt like shit. It was as if your uterus had a vendetta against you, slowly beating you up from the inside as every stinging shot of pain was basically it asking "where's the Baby bitch?"
Even just getting your morning routine done had been a fight! Not just because your shower had looked like after one. The warm water had felt absolutely wonderfull as it eased your pain, but all was ruined by the smell of blood that made you immensly uncomfortable. You cringed when you remembered how you basically turned your poor shower into a saw trap.
'I want to play a game' you can fuck right off!
After calling in sick for work, getting into a fresh pair of sweatpants, and equipping yourself with a warm water bottle, you plopped down on your sofa where you had remained for pretty much the entire morning as you watch some repetitive game show. You sigh, feeling that the bottle had lost its warming, and thus pain relieving attributes again. But you weren't willing to shrimp-walk your way back into the kitchen to boil some more water, so instead you just readied yourself to perish.
Then a knock on your door caught your attention. You sighed as you buried your face in your sofa cussion, internally preparing yourself for the stranious task of 'standing up.' You throw your blanket over yourself, completing your accidental witch cosplay before strudding over to the front door to greet the unfortunate Hensel or Gretel, who would now unwillingly become a victim of your justified bad mood.
You rip the door open, expecting one of your neighbors asking your for eggs or some shit, but come face to face with Lycaon's fluffy white fur. You purse your lips, trying to process the current situation as both of you just stared at eachother for a moment "good morning y/n" he speaks, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice at your current vibe "a-ah. Hi Lycaon! How are you doing?" You ask, embarassment creeping onto your face which was almost as red as... well you already know.
"I am well, but you seem quite beside you" he says, and you wondered if the bags under your eyes, or your awkward posture had given you away. "Oh no no I'm totally fine!" You exclaim, he just looks you up and down before sighing. "I brought you something, maybe it'll lift your mood?" He gestures to the box under his arm, and you relent, stepping to the side as a silent way of inviting him in which gains you a polite little "thank you" from him.
On one hand you could drop to your knees in prayer for the fact that this fine-as-hell-man came to check on you, but on the other you felt mortified of your friend turned crush witnessing you in such a state.
"Just know that it's an absolute mess in here" you warn him, and wince like a vampire as he opened the curtains. You make your way towards the kitchen, feeling like a terrible host for not having offered him any real hospitality "Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? ...Vodka?" He tries to speak up as he watched you awkwardly try to reach for the box of tea in your upper cuppboard, dispite your current rather pitiful form. He looks around the room, noticing the previously mentioned dissaray before he approaches, wanting to stop you before you try climbing on your kitchen counter. He sets the box down on the counter next to you, his pressence behind you halting your actions before he puts a hand on your shoulder "why don't you go lie down?" He asks softly in your ear, and you blush at his closeness.
You opened your mouth, wanting to object, but he was having none of that. He bend down a little before sweeping you off your feet, carying you back to the sofa, and sitting you down on it before covering you in blankets and pillows. You look up at him, while he raised his eyebrow as a silent way of telling you to 'stay.'
Accepting your fate, you lean back and cast your eyes back on the TV while he tidies up your livingroom a bit. It still felt a bit awkward to have Lycaon dote over you like that, but it also made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You doze off for a moment, before you feel the sofa tip as Lycaon sat down next to you. He hands you a water bottle wrapped in a dish cloth, warning you of its temperatur before sitting the box in his lab and lifting the lid off.
To your surprise, it was filled with your favorite snacks, painkillers, different flavours of tea, and a heapful of movies. "Damn! You came prepared alright" you tell him, noticing they way his ear twitched. You grab one of the movies from the box and looked at it "Pork peak huh? Didn't know your liked horror movies" you joked, and he chuckled "I picked these up at Random play earlier, I'm friends with the managers there so they gave me a discount" you nodded, the warmth of the bottle in your hands soothing the stinging ache in your abdomen.
But the more you thought about the box and the water bottle, the more you wondered how he knew to prepare all of this. You haven't told him about your cramps, so how did he know? "How did you know to prepare all of this?" You ask. Lycaon turns his head to you before clearing his throat "I uhm... I could smell it. The blood I mean" he explains, averting his gaze. Your face was burning, internally facepalming yourself for forgetting that he was infact a Wolf thiren, so of course his sense of smell was superb. "Everyone has a distinct smell, and I had noticed yours changing a week prior" he explains "I hope you don't think of me as a creep now" he says, but you pull the big oaf into a hug "no, not at all. I think it's really sweet of you!" He returned your embrace, and you could hear the sound of Lycaon's tail thumbing against the sofa.
"I uhm... just hope the smell doesn't bother you" you start, but he stops you "please, there is no need to worry" he reassures you "the smell of blood doesn't bother me." Lycaon grabbs the tea from the box before making his way back to the kitchen. You turn around and lean over the arm of the sofa, watching him as he stood in your kitchen preparing a pot of tea for the both of you.
Your eyes wandered from him to his vest that layed neatly folded over one of your kitchen chairs. At first you had assumed that he had actually taken a day off for once, but scratched that thought because if he really did, he wouldn't be here in work attire. "I hope you don't mind me asking..." you start, watching his ear rotate towards you as a sign that he was listening "what about work?" You ask, watching him remove the tea filter "I don't mind don't worry, I had just gotten off my night shift, and have the rest of the day off" he replied. "And since I had been in the area anyways, I thought I might pay you a visit" he lies, unbeknownst to you. In reality he had been looking foreward to spending time with you, even if his commission had been on the other side of the city. You smiled, looking at the box sitting on your coffee table "you're a real gentleman, thank you" you say, internally swooning over how cute he was when his tail started swishing from side to side at your compliment.
"I still kinda feel bad though, you must be dead tired" you told him, but he was quick to ease your worry "don't worry it's alright, besides..." his movement halted just for a slight moment before he continued "I really like spending time with you" he spoke, his tail wagging evers so slighty faster. Grabbing 2 cupps and the tea pot, Lycaon made his way back over to you, pouring you a cup before handing it to you. You take a sip, releasing a relieved sigh as he putts one of the movies on. You pat the spot next to you, urging him to sit.
The hours melted away, your tea cups as well as the pot sitting empty on your coffee table as you binch through the stack of movies Lycaon had brought. Said wolf thiren was sitting next to you, fighting to keep his eyelids from falling shut. Even though he had assured you that you wouldn't have to feel bad, you still couldn't quite shake off the feeling. But an idea comes to your mind, as you call out to him "If you want, you can lie down and rest" you tell him. It has been a heat of the moment kind of suggestion, since your sofa was so small, the only way for him to lie down properly was with his head on your lap.
But much to your astonishment, he plops his head right on your thighs, releasing a sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to you, he was blushing just as severly as you did, with him having the benefit of his fur covering it from your eyes. "You... may pet me if you like" he speaks, his voice low and filled with weariness. And you oblige, your fingers gently combing through his soft fur, and carefully scratching behind his ear.
Soon you forgot completely about your cramps, with Lycaon's soft snoring capturing all your attention as you considere taking a picture of him before sleep would claim you too.
...
Lycaon's eye cracks open, taking in the surrounding darkness of your living room. He wonders what time it is, with the sun seeming to have said goodbye hours ago, now replaced by the moon's light as it shone peacefully through your window. He knows he should have been home hours ago, but as he looked down at your sleeping form; your head lying on his chest, your own steadily raising and falling with every breath you took.
He knew that he was already home.
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I hope this was to your liking! To the other people who have requested something. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you.
Summary: After you had helped Lycaon babysitt his clients toddler, he started having Baby fever, and before he realized it he was up to his neck in his rut.
Tag: Red Letter (Nsfw)
Pairing: Von Lycaon x Fem!Reader
Minors DNI!
Warnings: Pregnancy kink, creampie, rut, size kink, biting, mentions of blood, masturbation, Oral recieving, Established relationship.
(Please remind me if I have forgotten any warnings)
My friend came up with the idea when we were on call, and its been stuck in my head for a while now. So I decieded to write it, and finally get it out of my head.
Also because I've watched Smile 2 and desperately need to get my mind off this movie
as always, constructive criticism is always appreciated.
(Also enjoy me trying out animation for the first time)
Lycaon was a patient man, its something he prided himself with. No matter how tedious the task at hand may appear, it was never something he couldn't handle.
But it seems even his patience had its limits. He had come to that realization when he took on the task of watching after one of his clients toddlers, a task that normally would fall into Rina's forte but unfortunately she was already occupied with another job.
A sigh escaped Lycaon as he whiped the remnants of Baby food out of his face, the toddlers weapon of choice to fend off the wolfish butler.
Once again, Lycaon was a patient man. But when his client reached out to him, asking to extend the time of his services, he found himself in a spot where he couldn't refuse. And the deeper the circles under his eye got, the more regularely he found himself counting the days until the week was finally over and he could go back to doing his regular paper work which, miraculously, he found preferable at the moment.
Then there was you, his beautiful, headstrong and reliable partner, admittedly even more patient than himself. You had noticed your significant other's trouble, graciously offering your help which he declined at first. But not short after he found himself giving into your request and assistance after the toddler had started throwing tantrum after tantrum, and he worried it might sully his, and his clients reputation.
So the very next day you stood in the door, equipped with a bag that contained everything you might need, ready to support him where it was possible. Another sigh escaped Lycaon, this time one of relieve as he watched you easily get the toddler under control, carefully holding it and humming a soothing lullaby while it slept in your arms.
It was a sight that captivated him in a way he couldn't explain. You looked so beautiful, so loving and so maternal. He couldn't help but wonder how your children would look like if you had any, and it stirred something deep within him. A feeling that he had ignored for a long time, and the longer he dwelled on the thought another more familiar feeling slowly clawed its way into his body and mind, much to Lycaon's dissmay.
Lycaon had no idea if he'd make a good father, the concept of fathering children seeming a bit intimidating to him despite how badly he wanted a family of his own. But the fantasy of you holding his child in your arms gave him hope. You'd be a great mother, with you by his side everything would work out perfectly, he was sure of it. And in that moment a thought invaded him which would haunt his every waking moment for the entire next week to come, not even his dreams were spared.
He wanted to get you pregnant.
So he found himself awakened in the middle of the night once again, lying in the bed of his clients guest room, his hard member throbbing uncomfortably in his trousers.
He sighed, realizing that it was that time of the year again before he reached for his bag, fishing in it for his suppressants to hopefully stop the heat bubbling in his stomache.
But much to his horror, all he finds is an empty blister.
The week comes to and end, his client having thanked him for his hard work, completely unaware of your assistance with the little one. While you are unaware of the trouble he, and to an extend you as well, were in now.
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The clock hits 9pm, Lycaon himself once again sitting in his office as he worked himself through the stack of papers on his desk that had accumilated over the past week. He glanced at the clock, pinching the bridge of his snout and sighing tiredly before he dedicated himself to the document in front of him once again.
Admittedly, he had stared at the same document for almost one and a half hours now, his progress had been slow and painful, almost as painful as the hard erection throbbing in his trousers that effectively robbed him of any shred of concentration.
With his rut now having taken a full grasp on him, he cursed himself for forgetting to fill out his suppressants perscription in time as he glances at the piece of paper still lying on his desk, just as abandoned as a week prior. He had been too mentally occupied with his commission, and now he was left hot, bothered, and suffering the consequences as he internally fought not to palm himself through his pants.
'Life waits for no one, and these Documents need to be finished'
he told himself, which he had done so for the last one and a half hours without making any progress whatsoever.
He wanted to ask you for help, you are his partner after all, and besides, you two have had Sex before.
But not like this.
In all the time you two where together, he never had to deal with his rut, luckily always quick enough to fill out his perscription, all to spare you of having to put up with him while he was nothing more than a hormone controlled animal.
Well, so much for that...
He grabed his crotch, having lost the inner battle with his needs as he lets his mind wander to you. Surely you wouldn't mind fucking with him while he was like this right?
He slowly moved to unbuckle his belt, freeing his cock from its confines.
Would you let him cum in you if he asked? He rubbed over his weeping tip, your name falling from his lips which he didn't even seem to realize.
As of now he had never came inside you, always pulling out or using a condom instead.
But god he wanted to breed you so badly, to feel you clench down on him while he pumped load after load into you.
There was a knock at the door which he didn't register in his lust drunken haze.
He'd take such good care of you throughout these 9 strenous months, he'd give you everything you needed and more. Only the mere fantasy of you bearing his child made him even harder than he already was.
"I'm coming in now" your voice rang out from the other side of the door as it ripped him out of his fantasy.
He cringed as he tried to slide his trousers over his still aching cock, opting to pushed himself towards his desk as a way to hide his terribly obvious bulge from sight. He took the pen he had abandoned earlier, and shifted his gaze to the document again while you quietly stepped into the room.
"Is something the matter my love?" He asked you, scribbling away at the paper "I heared you calling for me" you told him, leaning on his desk.
He looked up at you, noting that you wore one of his shirts. He loved it when you wore his clothes, and the way your scent intermingled with his. He found it difficult to focus, much less say something as the intoxicating smell wafted around his nose "have I? I don't recall having called you?" He says, an air of nervousness around him that only seems to grow thicker as you move around to his side of the desk.
His heart was pounding in his chest, dispite the intense need clawing at his guts like a starving beast. It seems he was still capable of feeling embarrassed as you took the spot next to him, and he hoped you wouldn't notice his awkwardness, surely you'd think he's a pervert for basically sitting dick out at his desk.
You reach for his forehead, checking his temperatur "are you feeling unwell? You're burning up" you exclaim while he sneaks a glance at your cleavage "I'm fine don't worry, it's just a long day" he half lies.
Sighing, you lean his head against your chest, slowly rubbing soothing circles behind his ear "I know last week had been awfully stressful for you, even though you had been phenomenal in my opinion. But maybe its best if you take a break for now" you boop his nose "especially if you are feeling unwell, and don't tell me you don't because I know you better than anyone else" for some time he just looks at you, the spot behind his ear still tingling a bit from your touch. Secretly aching for you to touch him somewhere else. "You thought I did well with the little one?" He asks jokingly, even though a part of him ached for you to reassure him. "Yes you have! You have a hand with children" you look over your shoulder and meet his gaze for a moment
"you'd be a great father"
Your words reached straight into his heart, and he's sure that in this very moment, he had just fallen even deeper in love with you. "I'll be getting ready for bed, please don't stay up for too long ok?" You raised your eyebrows in an assertive manner, and he chuckles "Understood" he replies.
'You were the one'
If it hadn't been obvious to him before, then it definetly was now. He knew you two could manage a family together.
So as he watched you turn around to leave, he calls out to you again. Wanting to ask you the question that's been on his mind for the entire last week
"say y/n..." he starts and you once again turn your head to look at him before he continues "...have you ever considered... wanting Kids?" A short silence settled inbetween both of you.
Lycaon's heartbeat echoed so loud in his ears, he fears he won't understand your answer if you should give him one. But instead you beamed at him with a smile so bright it almost made him dizzy "of course love! An entire litter full" your words made his heart stumble with pure excitement, as his rationality was slowly being devoured by the growing fire in his gut.
He stood up in a flash, his mechanical feet making quiet thuds against the carpet, and before you can step through the door he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you against his chest while his other hand closes the door shut.
"Is everything alright?" You ask him, his sudden change of attitude spooking you a bit. His hold on you tightens a bit, not in a constraining- but rather in a gentle, and needing manner.
"I want to get you pregnant"
...he admitts and you blush violently as you feel him grinding against you. "Huh? What brought this on?" You asked him with a little nervousness in your tone "Apologies. It's just that every since last week, when I saw you with the little in your arms, I couldn't seem to think about nothing else" he burries his head in the crook of your neck, giving you a small peck before he continues
"I'm going insane with the thought of your belly all swollen with my child, with our child. Please tell me you want the same"
he confesses to you, his hand softly perching on your stomach. To say that you were speechless was an understatement. Your wolfish lover had never acted this way, and the more you thought about it, the more you began to connect the dots in your mind.
Right, Lycaon was a Wolf thiren. Does that mean he also...
"Lycaon, are you in rut?" You ask him carefully, taking the way his movement halted for a moment as confirmation.
Bull's eye.
"Yes, I'am" he admits, seeming embarassed by the fact "I failed to fill out my suppressant perscription last week and ran out of medication" you turn around to look him in the eye, returning his hug.
"So that's why you were unwell? Why didn't you tell me?" You ask him "I can help you" you reach your hand under his shirt, slowly caressing his soft back. "Mating with a thiren during their rut is... different. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable" he spoke, his words stumbled a bit due to the sensation of your hand on his back.
He sighs heavily, both in reliefe of having told you the truth, and in a strange sense of frustration "but I can barely take it anymore" he leans down, ghosting his lips over yours "please help me out" he asks before closing the distance, capturing your lips in a passionate, and hungry kiss. You reach a hand down, giving his bulge a squeeze which makes him groan into the kiss.
He gently moves you towards his desk, breaking the kiss to sit you ontop of it before finding your lips once again. You unbutton his shirt, running your hands over his muscled torso while he kissed down your neck.
He always loved that you only ever wore one of his shirts and a pair of panties to bed, but today he loved it even more so. Quickly he discarded the few items of clothing you were wearing before he got on his knees and spread your legs, his mouth watering at the sight of your drenched pussy.
Before you could brace yourself, Lycaon had already began his assault, licking long striped over your cunt before plunging his tongue inside. Normally he took his time when he went to town on you, but tonight his actions held a certain sense of ferocity as he sloppily ate you out. Still seeming to greatly enjoy it judging by the groans coming from him, the vibrations of which sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.
Lycaon was a patient man, but right in this moment he was everything else but patient as he whined against your cunt, feeling desperate to finally ram his hard length into you.
And you, ever the beautiful, reliable and patient partner that you were, understood immediately. So after he discarded his last pieces of clothing, now standing fully bare infront of you, you pulled him into a kiss while you grabbed his cock and lined him up with your entrance. Slowly he pushed his cock into you, the familiar stretch of his sheer size never failing to make you see stars.
Lycaon released a satisfied groan as he finally bottomed out inside of you, loving the way how you were still so tight dispite all the times he's already fucked you. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in with unfamiliar force, making your titts bounce, and the desk creak in response.
But dispite that his pace remained moderate, and you couldn't help but notice the almost pained expression on his face "stop holding back" you spoke out to him, and he met your gaze, pondering if he should give into your request, clearly out of worry for you "I can take it, I promise" you reached out and placed your hand on his chest. You felt the way his heart was pounding against his rib cage, like a beast knawing at the bars of its enclosure.
"Fuck me like you need it big guy."
As soon as your words left your mouth, he felt his restrain snap cleanly in two as he grabbed your legs and brought them up to your chest before starting to pound into you with such vigor and ferocity, the desk creaked painfully in response.
You tried to muffle your screams as his cock hit your cervix with every powerfull thrust, but he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers with his "I want to hear you" he told you, his pace never faltering once "what about t-the neighbors" you manage to say before he picked up his pace even more "to hell with the neighbors."
The sound of your screams together with the squelching sounds of your cunt filled the room, and it sounded like a symphony to Lycaon.
Every Single thought in his mind had been replaced with you.
You, you and only you.
He bent down, his canines ghosting over your shoulder as a silent way of asking for permission. You cooked your head to the side in response to give him more access before he dug his teeth into your shoulder. Immense satisfaction washed over him as he did so, like a primal need that was finally being satiated as he tasted the tinge of iron on his tongue.
Lycaon's thrusts grew sloppier, his teeth bared in a silent snarl "I'm close" he panted "where do you want it?" He asked, internally begging you to let him fill your pretty pussy with his cum.
And it was as if you had read his mind before you snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you
"Inside! Please fuck a Baby into me!"
You said inbetween moans and screams as he ecstatically picked up his pace, ready to give you that child both of you wanted.
A few strong thrusts later, he pressed his cock as deep inside you as he could before drowining your womb with his seed, your own orgasm following short as you clamped down on his throbbing cock, milking him for all he's worth.
Lycaons eyes rolled back into his skull at the mind blowing orgasm he was experiencing, easily the most pleassurable experience he has ever had. Stars danced across his Vision as his hand slit down to your stomache, feeling the bulge his cock created there. It captivated him not only by how erotic it was, but also because it excited him.
But, It wasn't enough.
One load surely wasn't enough to knock you up, he needed to empty his balls in your pussy over and over again to make sure you were pregnant by tomorrow.
He once again started moving as you clung to him for dear life "Ly- caon.." you hickuped his name, but he shushed you with a tender and loving kiss "shhh, we have to make sure it takes" he tells you before picking up the pace, his still hard cock squelching through the load already inside you, which surely wouldn't be the last.
His hand never left your stomach, still feeling the bulge that formed with every thrust of his big cock all the while praising you how well you were taking what he gave you.
The more he fucked you, the more the hours melted away as you slowly drifted off into unconciousness, exhaustion from the sheer amount of orgasms he gave you having taken quite the toll on you.
The next day you awake when Lycaon carried you to the bathroom to wash you. Secretly admiring the bite mark on your shoulder, as well as the few purple marks on your body after last nights escapade.
It excited him all over again, but not as much as the pregnancy test that came out positive a day later. He held you close, his hand rubbing gentle cricles on your belly while his tail wagged at a speed you have never seen it wag before.
Now all he had to do was stay patient.
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Thank you for reading. I hope it was to your liking.
To my bestie who had the idea... *sips Holy water out of whine glass* ...I hope I did your vision justice.
So I watched BNA recently, and this man had me in a chokehold the entire time. After having seen that there is barely any content on him, I started playing with the Idea of writing for him.
Speaking of writing. I have a few drafts that I'll finish and upload soon.
I had to start from scratch because Tumblr had once again eaten them, which is the reason I haven't uploaded anything in so long.
It just really demotivated me.
but now after having redone almost all of them, I'll soon upload again.
Thank you for your patience and support, I really appreciate it.
Night has fallen over New Eridu, the suns departure having plunged the City into a familiar darkness. Even if no longer illuminated by the sun's rays, the city glows regardless, just as colorfull as during the day.
Similar, and yet completely different.
The colorfull lights of the buildings glittering like stars, while effectively drowning out the shine of the real ones. The only exception was the moon as it hung peacefully in the sky, its cold light basking whatever it touched in a melancholic light. It was Ironic that something so tranquil found its place right above a city that never once quieted down, always awake and thriving with life. Be it animals who also called the City their home, or people who were still out and about, either partying, or having just gotten off work.
A place where you had found yourself currently as you walked through the pedestrian area, your gaze being drawn to the skyline of the City time and time again. Work had exhausted, but never the less satisfied you, knowing that you had been very productive today.
And sometimes it's the small things that count.
You noticed a cat sitting just by the Kiosk, carefully observing you. Slowly you approached the small animal, kneeling down just a few steps away as not to frighten it, gently reaching out your index finger as if questioning it for its company. It sniffed your finger curiously before it approached you, rubbing its head against your hand. Slowly you scratched the cats chin, its puring being a welcome contrast to the sound of traffic or the chattering of other people. Soon a second cat joined much to your delight, as it approached to where you've been sitting. It reminded you of a good friend who always seemed to attract the attention of all the animals around him, as they approached in happy curiousity.
Something that happened quite often as Lycaon had told you, even though you always thought that the Wolf thiren himself was just as huggable. You and him had been friends for a long while now, having first met by chance on the street when you had helped him when a little girl had been awfully curious about his fluffy tail. You didn't know why you had felt obligated to step in, but he had definitely appreciated it.
After that both of you two had went your own ways until your paths would ultimately cross once again, only this time he was the one who had helped you out instead, when a scetchy vendor wanted to sell you fake jade pendants. As thanks you had invited him to a coffee, and later exchanged numbers when you realized how much you two had in common. After that you had met up with him regularely, finding great joy in eachothers company as you talked about whatever came to mind.
The cat in your lab flinched, seeming to have been spooked by a loud noise as it got up and ran away. You stood up and looked after it, suprised when the Wolf thiren you had thought about just now seemed to materialize right in front of you, his white fur almost gleeming like a ghost in the cold light of the moon as his gaze was cast into the sky.
You wondered what he was doing up so late, thinking that the issue could be his insomnia he struggled with from time to time as he had told you. His ear flicked, seeming to have noticed the sound of your shoes coming his way, and he turned to look at you. "It's an honor to meet you here so late" he responded, a tinge of surprise in his voice "hey Lycaon, what are you doing up so late?" You asked him, coming to a halt next to him "I had trouble sleeping, so I decieded to go on a little stroll" he responded "what about you? Are you out for a stroll at this hour of the night as well?" you scratched your neck sheepishly "actually I just got off work, I've done some overtime" you told him, and he pursed his lips "even though working hard is commendable, you also shouldn't overwork yourself" he gently scolded you, as you pondered of telling him the exact same thing. "I was just on my way home, but found myself captivated by the moon" you told him "so you're here for the moon, too" he asked you, and you nodded.
You two once again gazed into the sky above, a comfortable silence setteling between you two as you basked in eachothers company like you had done time and time again. It was only broken by Lycaon posing a question "Say, do you believe in fate?" a question that caught you off guard a little. "I do" you responded noting his lips as they formed a small smile "I do as well, just a moment earlier I had thought about you, and then suddenly you appeared" he said, an expression of suprise found its way onto your features "same here, I had thought about you as well" you responded, an answer he seemed to like.
He let out a small sigh "the moon does look beautiful tonight" his eye found the glowing sphere in the sky "You can get a spectacular view of the moon in New Eridu from this angle" he tells you "but everyone knows that the moon is actually battered and beaten... The moon is dead. What we see is its corpse" he spoke wistfully "someone I used to know told me once." His words sure surprised you, surely you hadn't taken him for the poetic type. But as your eyes followed his, noting the subtle otherwordly shimmer of the hollow that covered a part of the moon's surface, you couldn't help but agree. "It sounds kind of beautiful" you replied, and he chuckled a bit "your responses never fail to surprise... and amuse me" he fully turned to you, a question glittering behind his crimson iris "If I may be so bold to ask, would you accompany me somewhere? The view is beautiful at night, but it takes a little effort to get there" he asked offering you his hand, and you obliged "of course" you responded "thank you. If you'll please pardon my breach in etiquette." For a moment you fail to realize what is happening to you. "hold on tight" he spoke, low and gentle before a feeling of wheightlessness suddenly rushed up and you automatically screwed your eyes shut as you clung to Lycaon's shoulders, the gentle call of the night breeze rushing in your face.
When your eyes opened, you found yourself standing on solid ground again. "we are here" his voice sounded out before you finally saw where he had brought you.
"A rooftop?" You questioned. "I come here whenever I can't sleep, just to feel the breeze" he explained taking a few steps towards the edge "there is no scientific way to corrobarate this, but this place that makes me feel at ease. I always find it easier to sleep after coming here" you took a few steps towards him as you took in the view "you can walk around and take in the view... if you're not afraid of heights." Up here New Eridu stretched as far as the eye could see, the lights of the buildings glittering as they were reflected in the water. Just below you the night life was still buzzing with people enjoying their evening, while you enjoyed yours up here.
You looked at Lycaon, noticing that something seemed to be on his mind as he chewed on his bottom lip absentmindedly. "Are you alright? You seem bothered by something?" You ask him and he clears his throat, seemingly in embarassment "not necessarily bothered, however..." he trailed off seeming to internally brawl with himself "It is just-" if you didn't know any better you'd think that he was flustered by something "- Y/n, if I may be so bold to ask" he started "would you give me the honor of going out with me sometime" he asked, clearly surprising you. He stepped closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, his touch soft and caring "You are incredibly important to me, and that's something that will never change" his voice held so much honesty and emotion, it made your heart swell with a strong new feeling.
"I absolutely want to go out with you" you beamed at him, and his tail started to wag "you are very important to me as well Lycaon, I greatly enjoy spending time with you" you said, a small blush creeping its way onto your face "with you more so than with any other" you confessed, his tail picking up speed. For some time you two just looked at eachother, once again just enjoying the moment beneath the moon. The faint rustling of Lycaon's tail filled the silence between you before you spoke up mirthfully "Oh look your tail is wagging" you exclaimed "and your ears were moving too" his gaze found yours before he once again cleared his throat "...you must be mistaken" he says, discreetly grabbing the traitorous appendage with the hand behind his back. You give him an amused smile, but chose not to further tease him about it. You two continued your conversation, setting the plans for your future date in stone as the hours melted away.
After enjoying the breeze on the rooftop for a bit with Lycaon, you miraculously start to feel tired. You yawned and rubbed your eye, which gained his attention "It's already very late. Let me take you home" he said, offering you his hand again, which you once again took. He gently picked you up again and held you close while you burried your face in the crook of his neck as the feeling of weightlessness once again washed over you. Lycaon jumped over the roofs, the metallic sound of his prosthetics filling your ears, and the closeness to him erasing your fear of the immense height. His grip on you was firm but gentle, and you knew that he'd never drop you.
As soon as the familiar sense of weightlessness wore off again, you were greeted by the entrance of your apartment. Your feet met solid ground again as Lycaon carefully put you down "have a pleasant night. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight" he spoke "may you have a good night's rest. You deserve it after having worked so hard today" he finished, placing his right hand to his chest before leaning down to bow gracefully. You smile and took a step towards him, placing a small kiss on his cheek " I wish you a good night as well, and text me once you're home" you spoke and his gaze found yours, his tail picking up speed again. "I will, thank you y/n" you stepped into your apartment and gave him one last look, smiling at him before closing the door.
Now a smile found its way on Lycaon's features as well, tracing his cheek with his fingers before he turned on his heel and made his way back home.
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.
Tag: Red Letter (Nsfw)
Minors DNI
Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.
Warnings: Smut, oral (giving+receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, unprotected sex, pinning, biting(like a lot), a bit possesiveness, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, reader and lycaon are dirty minded, lycaon is a service top, mentions of blood, shower sex, some small fluff.
(Please inform me if I have forgotten any)
Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)
This part is once again a bit longer than the others.
This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast
I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Honestly i really gotta do some self-reflecting after this part. The fact that my mind was actually able to come up with something so grafic shocks me a bit.
Once again, this part contains explicit sexual themes. Minors DNI!!
Enjoy!
"Master, please allow me to make love to you" Lycaon was suprised by his own confidence.
He hoped he hadn't misjudged the situation. The seconds of silence between you two felt like hours, but he kept eye contact with you. Finally you spoke, barely above a whisper "please do" and he let out a sigh of relieve as he dove straight back to kissing you, unzipping your dress as he did so.
He felt immense satisfaction course through his veins like hot lava when he drank in the sight of you as his clawed fingers found the clasp of your bra. You put a hand on his shoulder, gently halting his actions, he looked concerned for a second, wondering if he had overstepped a line already "Is something the matter? We can stop if y-" he started but you interrupted him "no I want to continue it's just" you reached for his cheek again and he leaned into your touch "I just want to make sure this is what you want too, I don't wan't to preassure you into anything, to make you feel like you owe it to me" he chuckled as he gently grabbed your hand, slowly guiding it from his cheek down to his exposed chest.
His fur was as soft as silk as your fingers ran over his pecks, down to his abs, and stopped at his clothed crotch. You blushed as you felt his straining errection through his pants "I hope this is enough of an answer" he replied playfully, groaning as you gave his bulge a little squeeze.
He stood up suddenly, leaving you confused for a second, but when he pulled you to the edge of the sofa and got on his knees, his intentions became very clear to you. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties as he once again found your gaze, silently asking for permission to continue - to cross that line.
You nodded, and he pulled your panties off, gently spreading your legs. His mouth began to water when he looked at your pussy, his tail thumping against the ground to visualize his growing excitement as he licked your inner thigh. Slowly getting closer to where you needed him. You yelped a bit when he moved your legs up to your chest, gently holding them in place. Your eyes remained fixxed on him, shivering a bit when you felt his breath against your exposed sex.
He started slow, planting a tender kiss against your clit before licking a long stripe up your folds, immediately making you see stars, his groans of satisfaction turning you on even more. He circled your clit with his tongue before spredding your glistening folds, pushing his tongue inside. You let out a loud moan and it made his cock even harder as he ate you out like a beast starved, feeling the way your walls moved around his tongue. You tried to move your legs, wanting to wrap them around his face, but to no avail. There was no fighting his iron grip, all you could do was watch him as he tongue fucked you, sometimes pulling out to suck on your clit. He felt you twitch with every movement of his tongue inside your pussy, completely lost in the act of pleassuring you "Lycaon wait I'm close" you said but it didn't fully register to him. He pushed your legs down harder, practically immobilizing you as he picked up his pace.
He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to cum all over his tongue, he wanted to make you scream from pleassure. And so you did, as your orgasm hit you full force. You burried your fingers in Lycaon's hair, pulling him even closer to your pussy as he obidiently swallowed everything you gave him. You shook as he continued to lick your puffy folds, seemingly to pussy drunk to think straight "Lycaon wait" you almost sobbed, but he didn't seem to hear you, continuing to suck on your overstimulated clit. "its too much" you said, gently pulling on his hair to get his attention. Finally he seemed to return to reality, ceasing the assault on your poor cunt. "Apologies, it seems i got carried away" he responded and you pulled him up by his collar so he was ontop of you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the remnants of your climax on his tongue. "OK, your turn" you responded, motioning him to get up and sit down.
He felt nervousness bubble up again as you positioned yourself between his spread legs. His tail continued to thump excitedly against the sofa as you unbuckled his belt. "May I?" You ask and he swallowed "you may" he responded, giving you the permission you needed. You pulled his pants down, freeing his cock from its confines as it slapped against his lower abdomen. Your eyes widened as you took in his sheer size "please, don't force yourself to take it, i don't want you to hurt yourself" he replied, feeling a strange sense of pride as he watched you marvel at his cock. "Can I still try?" You asked him so innocently, carefully wrapping a hand around his shaft, and who was he to deny you what was yours "its all yours" he replied, gently caressing your head, hissing when your tongue made contact with the head of his cock. His gaze never left your form, carefully watching all of your movements as you tongue ran over his weeping tip. He let out a moan when you put it fully in your mouth, and that gave you the confidence boost you needed. Slowly you swallowed his full member, trying not to gag as he moved down your throat. Lycaon was in awe as he watched you, you actually managed to take him completely, his cock twitched in response to his suprise, and he thinks he has fallen even harder in love with you. Slowly you bopped you head, circling your tongue around his member "are you alright he asked?" Through heavy breathing "I'm ok don't worry" you replied and he gritted his teeth when you began pumping his cock with your hand. You knew he was close, and you were ready to get payback for earlier.
You picked up your pace, fondling his balls with one hand, while the other continued to stroke him as you sucked on the head of his cock. His moans got louder, and you could hear his claws tearing through the material of the sofa "wait master I'm- " he started, and you used the oppertunity to take the reigns "cum" you comanded and he threw his head back, obeying immediately. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock while you mercilessly continued to jerk him off, his moans only adding fuel to your fire. Slowly he came down from his orgasm, twitching a bit when you gave his cock an experimental squeeze, noting how hard he still was.
It seems your Wolf was not yet done for the night, the thought of which excited you.
He looked at you "how do you feel?" You asked him "amazing" he responded, still trying to catch his breath. You once again stradeled his lap, gently grinding on his still overstimulated cock. You yelped in suprise when he picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. He carefully layed you down on the soft sheets before he got on top of you again. He looked at you with a pleading expression, and you raised an eyebrow. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you wanted to hear it out of his mouth "what do you need, tell me" you said, and he leaned foreward, whispering into your ear "please let me fuck you" you gripped the sheets as he gently nibbled on your ear. You summoned all the courage you could muster "go on then" you said, moving your head to the side to give him full access to your shoulder and neck. He looked at you for a moment, as if questioning if you ment what he was thinking. You gently carassed his jaw, cautiously sticking your thumb into his maw, tracing his bottom fangs as you confirmed his thoughts "make me yours."
It was as if a switch was turned in Lycaon's head as he once again pinned you down, licking over the tender flesh of your neck.
Words can't describe how badly he wanted this.
He carefully opened his mouth, and you shuddered when you felt his canines ghost over your skin, an apology left his lip before he dug them into your shoulder. You yelped as you felt him suck on your skin, the small sting of pain making you even more drenched than before. He licked over your fresh bite mark, the taste of iron strong on his tongue as he gently carassed your thigh as another small apology for biting you so hard. Even though he secretly hoped it would leave a permanent mark.
You got on your hands an knees as he carefully brought his cock to your pussy, his tip nudging at your entrance. Your hands twisted into the sheets in anticipation, something he seemed to notice "tell me if it hurts and I will stop immediately" he said and you nodded. Your mouth fell open as you felt him slowly penetrating you, inch by inch "half way in already, almost there" he spoke through gritted teeth, your pussy having his cock in a strangle hold already.
Finally he bottomed out inside you, hitting that spot that turned your vision to static. You felt so deliciously full, and were embarassed by how close you once again were, even though he just put it in. Lycaon, ever so attentive, seemed to realize without you having to voice it, keeping still to give you time to adjust to him. He felt like he was in heaven, your pussy felt so warm and soft around his throbbing member.
He wanted to make you cum on his cock, to pleasure you even better than earlier, better than how you've ever been pleasured before. He wanted to fuck you so good that you'd never desire anyone else but him.
You wiggled your hips, giving him the sign to start moving. Slowly he pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, your eyes started to water at the corners. You couldn't believe your luck that this was actually happening, and neither could he.
Lycaon gently carassed your back as he picked up his pace a little. He reached one of his hands down, taking one of your breasts in his hand. He was messmerized by how soft it was as he started to play with your nipple. His hand continued to trail down your body, finding your clit as he rupped gentle circles against it. He stopped for a moment, carefully repositioning himself, as he pressed his chest to your back. He sucked on your other shoulder, finally giving you all the hickeys he wanted to give you for so long. He wanted to litter your body with hickeys, you'd look so pretty covered in them from head to toe.
He felt you clench around him, it seems you were getting close again. He picked up his pace again, the squelching sounds of your cunt filling the room, fully capturing his attention. Your grip on the sheets tightened "faster please, it feels so good" you called out to him, and he wouldn't make you ask twice "as you wish master." He laced his fingers with yours as he started plowing into you at a volatile pace, your voice filling the room as you screamed his name. He already loved the way it sounded on your tongue, but hearing you scream it drove him almost mad. "Your cock feels amazing oh my god!" You praised, and he felt your pussy squeeze his dick harder, you were about to cum. "Please bite me again" you pleaded brokenly, tilting your head to expose you other shoulder, and he obliged, plunging his teeth into your tender skin. His tail wagged violently as he thrived on you allowing him to freely mark you like this, mark you so everyone knew you belonged with him.
You brokenly cried out his name as you came again, soiling the bedsheets beneath you, and he halted his movement, moaning at how tightly your cunt was holding onto him as he gently rubbed your clit through your orgasm. Lapping on your shoulder, he waited for you to come down from your high before gently speaking up "are you ok? Do you need a break?" He asked you, carefully running his hands up and down your thigh "please don't stop, you haven't cum yet" you told him, you looked over your shoulder and met his gaze "fuck me more please" you asked him, and he smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your neck "anything for you master."
He pulled out of you and you wanted to object, but your words got stuck in your throat as he turned you on your back, and put you into a mating press before quickly entering you again "please scream my name some more" he asked politely before continuing his volatile pace. His cock was so deep inside you, you could feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix with every punishing yet delicious thrust. It almost made you go insane, it didn't take long until you came again. You screamed out his name again as you came on his cock, your release squirting out, and drenching him. You could hear his balls slapping your ass while he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and the impossible tightness of your cunt, sloppily kissing you to swallow all of your noises. He broke the kiss, and licked the tears off your face, thinking how pretty you were even when you were completely fucked out.
Lycaon couldn't tolerate a mess, but he started to love making a mess out of you.
He buried his face in your neck again, feeling himself slowly getting closer to his own climax. He felt his balls tighten as he started to moan louder, notifying you that he was going to finish soon "please let me cum in you y/n" he pleaded, and you let out an especially loud moan after you heared him call you by your name "let me breed your pussy please" he pleaded again, burying his head in your neck, desperate to fill you to the brim with his seed. You crossed your legs behind his back just above the base of his tail, catching his attention before you whispered in his ear "breed me Lycaon" which completely send him over the edge. After a few final strong thrusts, he pressed his cock as deep inside you as he could, drowning your womb with his cum, as your Name kept falling from his lips like a sinful chant. You felt the warmth of his seed as he throbbed and pulsed inside you. Your gaze landed on the Wolf thiren above you, mesmerized by his expression, by his half lidded eye, and his parted lips as he tried to catch his breath, revealing his pearl white fangs in a silent snarl. Clearly he enjoyed himself just as much if not even more than you did.
Lycaon himself was almost drooling from the sensation as he continued to pump his cum into your fluttering pussy. This was by far the most intense orgasm he has ever had in his entire life, nothing could ever compare to it. Especially not his hand when he would stroke himself to the thought of you underneath him like you were right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he came down from his high. You could feel his cock still throbbing inside your cunt, realizing that he was still painfully hard despite having cum twice already. He grabbed your hips before gently sitting both of you up, you brokenly moaned as his cock sank deeper inside you. You took in his disheveled appearence, it instantly reminded you of that night as you voiced out what you've been thinking the entire time "you're beautiful", your voice barely above a whisper. Lycaon let out a small whine as he started to slowly thrust up into you, kissing you apologetically as he tried to muffle your screams from being overstimulated. "I'm sorry, just one more load I promise" he told you, his cock squelching through the load he had already filled you with. He took one of your nipples in his fanged mouth, his canines gently tracing against the sensitive bud as he sucked on it "I'm close" you told him and he kissed you again. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues as you both chased your final releases for the night. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, stronger than any other orgasm you had earlier, and you stopped thinking. Your head couldn't form a single coherent thought, and in the heat of the moment you opened your mouth, biting Lycaon's shoulder as hard as you could. It caught him off guard, and he grabbed your ass as he mercilessly impaled you on his length, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind as he repeated the same sentence over, and over "I love you y/n". Finally he let out a loud moan filling you once again to the brim with his release as you clamped down on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. But it was too much, and his cum slowly dripped out of your pussy as it ran down his pulsing shaft. Both of you breathed heavily as he looked at his shoulder, small red spots forming from your bite mark, and that was the moment he knew he had to marry you, no questions asked.
He gently layed your exhausted body down into the unsoiled sheets, wanting to get up in order to clean you both up, but you stopped him "stay" he turned his attention to you "we can clean up tomorrow" you said, your voice heavy with sleep, and exhaustion. He smiled lovingly, carefully lying down next to you as he pulled you into his soft embrace, his length however remained buried in you. He kissed your head, thanking you for letting him share this experience with you as the sensation of his soft fur slowly lulled you to sleep.
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Sunlight found its way through the parted curtains. Slowly your eyes cracked open, still heavy with sleep as your eyes fell on Lycaon, the Wolf thiren himself was still fast asleep. You reached a hand up, first caressing his cheek, and then slowly moving up to his ears, gently petting them, and gushing over how incredibly soft they were. You moved your hand to scratch behind his ear, and he let out a satisfied little grumble as his hold on you tightened ever so slightly. You heared his tail thumping against the mattress as you intently listened to the little sounds he made, only to be interupted by a familiar stretch as you felt his cock harden again. You stopped for a moment unsure of what to do now. You didn't want to wake him, he deserved his rest after how well he had fucked your brains out last night. Your hand ran down his chest again, gently groping his peck as you moved lower, letting your hands run over his defined abs. You bit your lip, slowly moving your hips while your hand continued to roam his body. You looked at his expression, noting how he furrowed his brow to the sensation of you fucking yourself on his morning wood. He moaned quietly as you tried to take him even deeper, moving your hand around to first run down his back, and then mischeviously grabbed a handfull of his ass.
You eyes fell on his eyepatch, and his muzzle, as you realized that he hadn't taken them off before he fell asleep. You couldn't help your curiousity from invading your mind, wanting to once again see him without them. Only this time you wanted to look at him properly. You pondered if you should ask him about it once he woke up, not realizing that the moment you thought about was just upon you. You halted your hip's movement when you felt his hand grab your thigh, gently kneading it "I wish you a good morning as well" he spoke, his voice low and filled with sleep. "M-morning" you said, feeling a tad bit embarassed that he had caught you red handed like this, even though you've been playing a risky game from the start, knowing that the sensation of your velvet walls could always break his slumber. "Sorry" you apologized, and he huffed feeling like teasing you a bit "what are you apologizing for master?" He asked, kissing you on the crown of your head. "You know... for..." you said, hoping he would understand what you ment without you having to voice it. But he deleberately played dumb, something you noticed "I'm sorry it seems I don't quite follow" he said, and you shot him a little glare "I'm sorry for... grinding myself on you" your face now almost the same shade of red as his eye. Truth is, he had been awake for much longer than you, silently admiring you. As he felt you fucking yourself on his dick, he had no intention of stopping you, why would he? You were just so precious.
He lifted your head with his fingers, kissing you deeply. You moaned as your tongue moved against his, wanting to continue grinding against him, but his firm grip stopped you. You hoped that he'd once again fuck you stupid like last night, the fire in your stomach igniting, and setting your nerves ablaze. But Lycaon had other plans, as he broke the kiss, and slowly unseathed himself, you moaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You made him aware of your discontent, wanting to keep going but he just smiled, and pressed another kiss to your head before he got out of bed.
He was teasing you, you knew it. Sure, you were suprised that he had it in him, but you also knew that this was a game both of you could play. He scratched the back of his neck as he made his way towards the bathroom, he turned his head wanting to give you another glance. Instead, stopping dead in his tracks as his eye fell between your thighs again. He watched as his cum began to slowly leak from your core, and he could feel a tinge of discontent shoot through his brain, a feeling he could neither describe nor pinpoint. Its supposed to stay inside, he thought as he watched you reach down to your pussy, scooping up his release on your fingers, and pushing them back inside your heat. His mouth watered again as he watched you finger yourself, while you watched his hand gently stroking his once again erect cock. Suddenly you stopped, and he fought with himself not to pummel you, but instead he cleared his throat, realizing that he had totally fallen for your trick. "We should get cleaned up" you said, closing your legs and breaking his trance "right" he responded shortly, making his way over to you "one moment I'll help you" he picked you up gently, carrying you to the adjacent bathroom.
He put you down on your wobbly legs, as you held onto the sink in order not to fall over. Unfortunately neither his nor your bathroom had a bathtub, both having admittedly very spacious showers instead. He turned the shower on, holding his hand under the water to set it to the right temperature, hoping that it wasn't to hot for you. Against popular beliefe, Lycaon very much enjoyed hot showers and baths in contrast to the Ice he operated with in combat. You watched him as he got on one knee, reaching out one of his hands for you to take, patting his left thigh with the other as a silent invitation for you to sit on it. The warm water, and Lycaon's hands felt good as he gently massaged your sore body "last night was beyond amazing" you spoke, leaning your head against his shoulder "I'm very glad you enjoyed it" he replied, and you could hear the smile on his face.
You once again noticed that, dispite being in the shower, he was still wearing his eyepatch and muzzle. "Can I ask you something" you started, running your hands up and down his soaked back "of course, anything" he replied, rubbing your bodywash on your back. "Can you take your those off?" You asked, running a finger over the leather of his muzzle. He halted his movement for a moment, and your heart hammered against your rip cage. "Of course you don't have to if you don't want to, I didn't mean to pry" you rambled, thinking that your curiousity had offended him. Lycaon however thought that it was now well enough time that he would show you, to place the same trust in you that you placed in him. He put a finger to your lips, gently shushing you before he sat you down in front of him. His fingers moved to undo the clasps of his eyepatch - to remove the last wall he had build up.
He put both to the side, now being fully exposed to you, not just physically, but also emotionally. "Just be warned that it is rather... unpleasant to look at" he said. You gently took his hand in yours as you looked at him "May I?" You asked, and he nodded, understanding what you ment "please do" he replied as you moved your hand towards his face, gently brushing his hair to the side to take a proper look at him.
His left eye was rendered shut indefinetly as it was covered by a giant scar, another smaller cross shaped scar having its place on his right, atop his muzzle. He studied your expression, trying to discipher it, as your fingers traced over his scars. Normally he would have recoiled, not even he himself touched it often, the memory of its creation still too painful for him to fully confront. But your touch felt... nice, very nice. His voice broke the silence as it bounced of the shower walls "I want to tell you about me" he started "I love you, and you deserve to know..." he carassed your cheek "...to know who I was." You stayed silent while you listened to him, rubbing soothing circles on his hand as he spoke. He told you about his criminal past as a thief for Mockingbird, his then partner, the betrayal, and about how he chose to leave this life behind to change for the better. His gaze wandered down to his legs, and he swallowed thickly. It has been a long while since he had last talked with someone about this part of him. "I- uh... in regards to my legs" he stammered, his discomfort about the topic clearly written across his face. You reached out to him, giving him a peck on his nose, the sudden act of affection making him halt his explination "I'm so proud of you" you said, caressing over the small scar on his muzzle "and I'm grateful for the trust you place in me, I swear I'll honor it" you place a hand on his mechanical knee, the water had made it warm to the touch compared to the metallic coldness it normally displayed "if you're not ready to talk about it yet, that's absolutely alright" his ears dropped a little in dissapointment, less towards you and more towards himself "I'm sorry" he said quietly but you just caringly shook your head "there is no need, I feel very happy that you told me about yourself" you replied, and leaned in close, letting your lips ghost over his "I love you too Lycaon" your lips connected with his, a kiss so gentle and so full of love Lycaon feels all his worries melt away in the warmth of the moment, and your affection. He deepened the kiss his tongue finding its way once again into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, a sound that he loved so much "you're eager" you said after breaking the kiss to catch your breath "is it alright if we continue where we last left of?" He asked, kneading your inner thigh with his hand. His cock once again stood at full attention, ready and eager to please you, just like him. You gently took his length in your hand, running your thumb over his, already precum leaking tip "i'd love to" you said giving it a few pumps "If you let me suck you off again" you told him, a mischievous smirk on your face, an expression he actually mirrors "if you let me eat you out again" he replies.
a few minutes later, Lycaon stood in the shower, leaning himself with his arm against the shower wall, shielding you from the downpour as you sucked on his cock. His free hand gently combed through your hair as your tongue ran over the head of his cock. He couldn't help but think of how you had sucked him off yesterday, the image of you taking his cock balls deep was still fresh, and remained so unbelievable hot to him. Would you do that again if he asked you? "Master wait a second" he placed a hand on the top of your head, gaining your attention "what's wrong?" You asked, and his hand returned to comb through your hair "everything is alright, I would just... like to try something if you're alright with that" you perked up at his proposal "absolutely! What did you have in mind" you asked him, teasingly slapping his dick against your cheek, enjoying his reaction as he watched you "can you do it like yesterday?" He asked, and you understood. Of course his reaction to you deepthroating him yesterday hadn't been lost on you, and you smiled up at him "of course" you said, rubing his stomach. Without further ado you took him back in your mouth, enjoying his moaning as you once again shoved his impressive length down your throat. You let out a little noise of surprise as he slowly started to move his hips back, and forth "I'm sorry, is this ok?" He asked, you giving him a playfull thumbs up as he gently facefucked you. He ever so slightly picked up his pace, and you knew he was gonna cum soon "I'm going to cum soon master" he warned you, originally wanting to pull out before he climaxed, but before he could you reached around him, grabbing the base of his tail. A little yelp escaped him as he looked down at you, understanding the look on your face instantly. He nodded in a little silent "ok" before he started moving again, his breathing becoming more rugged with every thrust "I'm coming" he said, flooding your mouth. He looked at you as you swallowed his load, completely starstruck and in awe.
You were beyond perfect.
He gently removed his still twitching member from your mouth, leaning down to capture you in a sloppy kiss. Tasting his release on your tongue just like you had done yesterday, and it drove him feral. "Your turn" He said, breaking the kiss, and made you stand up "wait, my legs are still weak" you said but he told you not to worry before he leaned you against the wall, putting your legs on either side of his head before diving between them without warning. He wasted no time lapping on your folds, and sucking on your clit, your moans only seeming to encourage him more. You were close, and grabbed a fistfull of his hair, grinding against him as you came closer, and closer to the edge. But before you could finish, he pulled away, giving your inner thigh a little bite. You looked down, making eyecontact with him. Originally you wanted to ask him why he stoped, but he spoke before you "please look at me when you cum" he said, licking your inner thigh. You nodded in agreement, and he dove back between your legs, continuing his assault. Finally you toppled over the edge as you came, once again grabbing a fistfull of his wet hair, grinding yourself against his face. You moaned loudly as you watched him swallow your release without breaking eyecontact. You let go of his hair, gently smoothing it down as a silent apology. He placed a small kiss against your clit, and you shuddered "May I continue please?" He asked you while he carassed your thighs "yes you may, but not in this position" you breathed out, and he obliged. Carefully laying you down in the shower. He gently took hold of your hips, elevating them to bring your pussy closer to his mouth before he started to once again pleasure you with it. In this lewd position you could see even more clearly what he did to you, as you watched him tonguefuck you again. Dispite all that, he kept eyecontact with you, gobbeling up all the expressions that your face made as he worked your body. You didn't last long "I-I'm gonna cum again!" You said, reaching for his hand to hold onto. He laced his fingers with yours as another orgasm hit you, some of your release dripping onto your chest. Lycaon carefully lowered your hips before getting on top of you. Your eyes remained fixed on him while he licked up the remnants of your cum from your titts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth to suck on it. He ran his tongue over your left nipple before he released it with a popp, and switched his attention to the other "do you wish to continue?" He asked, pumping his cock which you noticed "yes I do" you replied. He gave you a quick kiss before sitting back, making you straddle his lap, his cock twitching against your cunt "this way you can direct the pace" he told you. You grabbed behind you, taking his cock in your hand before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly you lowered yourself on him, his own eyes entranced by how your pussy swallowed his member "just a little bit more, you got this" he told you before your hips met his. His dick now fully sheathed inside you again.
You carefully started bouncing on his cock, holding onto his shoulders for support as you moaned in unison. You threw your head back in pleasure, and he found his attention once again drifting to your beautiful breasts. The way they bounced up and down seeming to hypnotize him, as he leaned foreward to once again suck on your left nipple, kneading the other one with his hand. Your pace slowly stagnated, and he looked up at you "do you need a break master?" He asked concerned, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you took. You leaned foreward, brushing his hair to the side again before placing a gentle kiss on his scar "I ment what I said last night" you spoke through deep breaths "you're beautiful" you carassed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. You then leaned foreward to whisper into his ear "so please, ravage me again like you did last night."
You yelped in surprise as Lycaon grabbed your ass before abruptly standing up, with you still impaled on his cock. He pressed you with your back against the shower wall, kissing your forehead before he spoke "your wish is my command" with that he fucked into you at a brutal, and demanding pace, the small drops of water that came out of the shower head bounced right off his back. "You make me feel so good, so happy" he babbled, already completely pussydrunk as he ground his cock against your cervix, wanting to make you scream his name again. And that you did, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, as if he would vanish if you let go. You burried your face in his neck, telling him over, and over how much you loved him, his tail wagging in pure ecstasy at your declaration. "I-I'm close, I'm close again!" You cried out to him "I'm close as well" he whsipered in your ear "do you want me to pull out?" He asked, licking over your neck, feeling how quick your pulse was "no, please don't pull out!" You said, his moaning getting louder at your pleading "please cum inside me again!" he picked up his pace even more, hammering his cock into you.
If you wanted him to fill you pretty pussy with his seed again, who was he to deny his perfect mate her wish.
He was ripped out of his thoughts by a familiar sensation on his shoulder, noticing you biting him again. His heart swelled at the act of you marking him - making him yours.
And this time he followed your lead, as he leaned in, and bit your shoulder again, his fangs punching right through your tender skin. The overwhelming satisfaction shooting like electric currents through his veins, as he fully indulged in his instincts. The little voice in his head repeating the same word over, and over.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The sting of pain sending you over the edge, clawing you hands in the fur at the back of his neck as you clamped down on his dick. Lycaon moaned loudly, still needing a little push for his own climax. He felt his balls tighten again as he fucked you through your orgasm, finally arriving at his own. After one last final thrust, he fully burried his cock in you, filling your womb with pulse after pulse of warm cum. He felt a tad bit light headed as he kept filling you with so much cum, it oveflowed from your poor abused cunt and splashed against the tiles of the shower.
Both of you remained in this position for a while, breathing heavily while you slowly recovered from the intense orgasms that had ravaged your bodies. You held eachother close, as Lycaon ran his tongue over your bite mark, licking up the small pearls of red forming on it "I can't feel my legs" you chuckled, and he followed short. He slowly pulled out, sitting you down on the warm tiles of the shower before kneeling in front of you "I'm sorry, it seems I've bitten you to hard" he carefully ran his wet fingers over your wounded shoulder, still silently marveling at how it looked on you. You leaned your head against Lycaon's chest while he carefully cleaned you, apologetically kissing your bite mark. "Are you alright?" He asked you, his hand running up and down your back. More so to soothe his own concern. "It's quite alright" you respond, being cut off by the grumbling of your stomach "just very hungry" he chuckled again "I will prepare breakfast as soon as we're cleaned up."
After getting both of you, and the shower cleaned up, he turned off the water. He opened a window to rid the bathroom of the steam the hot shower had filled it with, wondering how much time had passed while you two had indulged in eachother. Looking around he noticed the small droplets of water clinging to the walls, the mirror, and the furniture. A small drop of water fell on his nose, sighing as he noticed the condensed water dripping from the ceiling lamp. He definetly had some cleaning to do before both of you departed tomorrow.
His eye fell on your tired form in his arms, and he smiled.
But that had time, right now he wanted to make sure you were alright. After drying both of you off he placed you back on the bed, scavenging the room for his boxers while you had once again drifted off to sleep. Lycaon made his way towards the living room to pick up his pants he had abandoned there yesterday, his eye falling on the stains on the sofa cushion, and the carpet. Those stains were by no means difficult to get rid off, the problem was the big claw shaped tear in it, the wadding starting to pool out of it. He cringed, running his hand through his hair as he wondered how he would explain the damage to the owner.
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Part 4 ->
Part 4
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has
To be continued ->
I hope you enjoyed this part. It was definetly shocking to me that my mind was able to come up with something so grafic, but life is to short to think about if something is cringe or not.
Lastly I want to inform you that I'll probably close this Story off with a shorter epilogue. After that I will upload a masterlist with all parts on my Blog for easy accessibility.
In the coming days I will inform you about the projects I have planned for the future.
I hope you stay tuned for that.
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.
Tag: Blue Letter (Hurt/comfort)
Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.
Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, some flashbacks here and there.
Angst, Jealousy, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, Lycaon being awfully hard on himself, Guilt, body dysmorphia.
Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)
Yes, this fanfiction WILL contain Nsfw in the future.
I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.
This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.
Hello how are you?
First things first, I apologize any mistakes you may find, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.
This part is a bit longer than the previous ones because if I would have split it up, the pacing would have felt weird.
I hope you enjoy regardless.
"You're y/n right?" The woman asks, and you nod, a little confused as to how she knew you despite never having seen or spoken to you. She seems to have picked up on your confusion "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you-" you try to explain, but she interrupts you, and instead gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder "don't worry babes, I get it your cautious, but I'm totally on your side, I'm Natalie by the way" she introduced herself, pumping her lip gloss a few times "in fact, nobody has ever made my looser of a husband as mad as you, and I respect you for that big time" she said, and you let out a short chortle, more so to mask your still growing confusion "when I tell you that he got so pressed over your conversation with him after dinner, he really done called his mom to cry about it" she lets out a hearty laugh, and you followed short. But then again you couldn't help the question burning on your tongue as to why she stayed with him, if she clearly didn't like, much less loved him. "Honestly, how do you even put up with that man" you carefully asked her, rummaging through your purse for your lipstick "ugh honestly, that's a mystery to us both babes" she says while she applied another layer of lip gloss.
"To be fully honest with you babes, he actually totally catfished me on our first date" you stopped rummaging as you looked at her in disbelieve, if dear Natalie didn't have you full attention before, she definitely had it now. You turned to her, giving her your full attention as you waited for her to spill the tea to you "listen, we met over a dating app actually, and the first time I saw him I was like, where are the 6.5 foot, and your full head of hair at that you bragged about over text?" Both of you laughed as you finished applying your lipstick, now knowing why she didn't like him. You would have expected her to be just as insufferable as her husband, but instead you internally apologized to her for judging her too soon. Clearly you had no idea she was chill like that.
"But then again, I just gotta know..." you fix your earrings, then turn your head to look at the black haired woman next to you, "be honest with me, what do you even see in that man?" You inquired, all politeness be damned. She lets out a cackle "well, that depends on the day..." you give her a look, silently asking her to elaborate "...today I saw in him a brand-new eyeshadow pallet, and tomorrow maybe a new Lamborghini" she pops her lips, then shoots you a mischievous smile. "He is a hateful, desperate, and rather pathetic man" she continues, and you nod in agreement to the statement of him being hateful considering how he had treated Lycaon "clearly the dude is trying to cope with something, and if I'm fully honest with you, I'm really just sticking around cuz he pays my families bills" she finished, and you're reminded of your own financial dilemma "I know how awful it sounds but listen, I gotta make it worth my time somehow" she says, putting her hands up in an innocence feigning manner.
"But enough about me, what about you babes" you look at her again, your lipstick finding it's way back into your purse "you really won life, I mean your boyfriend is so hot, and he seems to be all over you" she says and your confusion once again resurfaces. "My boyfriend?" she mimics your confused expression as you slowly began to connect the dots in your head, "oh! no, wait, he's not my boyfriend!" You say, realization hitting you square in the face, which is now just as red as your lips while Natalie gave you an equally shocked expression. "Well babes, what are you waiting for? Hello?" She says, and you look away in embarrassment "listen, it's not like I don't want him to be" you admit "but it's... complicated" you sigh "he's my personal attendant, it would be a scandal so much is for sure" she nods along.
"Listen, people fall in love all the time, and it's rarely ever convenient" Natalie says, crossing her arm as she leans against the bathroom sink "trust me you'll regret it more if you try to ignore it" she says, and you knew she was right. Letting out a huff, you confess "truth is, I think I'm just scared of ruining what we have you know" she raises one of her eyebrows as a silent question "if I confess to him, and he doesn't reciprocate my feelings, not only would it ruin our friendship but also would make all of our interactions hella awkward" you say, a blush once again creeping its way onto your face as you internally beat yourself up for talking about your love life with some stranger in a bathroom "and even if he does, we could potentially risk ruining our careers." She takes a step towards you "shit sure sounds like a whole mess..." she says "but even then, at least you tried" she once again putts a hand on your shoulder "just talk with him, test the waters you know" she says and right now she reminded you so much of Zhu yuan.
The Pub sec officer kept saying the exact same things to you, something along the lines of "a conversation never hurt anybody" or "for starters, just ask him if he's into someone" speaking as if she had ever been in a relationship with someone, even though everyone knew she kept her job like a lover. She was also the one who had recommended Random play to you, dragging you there to pick out a romantic movie for quote unquote "Inspiration." Clearly she had been in kahoots with the the manager of the store, judging by how awfully enthusiastic said young woman seemed when she handed you the movie.
"I need to get back now, gotta keep my gremlin of a husband outta trouble" she says, as she walked past you, bringing your spiraling thoughts back to reality "maybe give what I told you one or two more thoughts on your way back to your prince charming" she said on her way out, doing finger guns as a silent way of encouraging you. And weirdly enough, it does.
As the door falls shut behind her, you once again turn to the mirror, looking yourself over one last time as you silently come to the conclusion to be honest with your feelings.
To both yourself and him.
You step outside the bathroom, wondering how much time had passed while you chatted with Mr. Goldman's better half. You make yourself on your way back to your table, hoping you haven't worried Lycaon too much with your rather long absence.
But it seems Lycaon has to wait for you just a while longer, as you're stopped in your tracks by a tall man.
"Excuse me miss, are you miss y/n by any chance?"
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Worry began to grow in Lycaon's gut as he looked at his pocket watch. You have been gone for over 30 minutes now, and he couldn't help but think that something awful must have happened. More so because of Goldman's distinct absence in the dining hall, his table having stood empty for quite some time now. He put his watch back in his pocket, having decieded to go look for you himself.
He pushed his chair back, and stood up, gently smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed on his suit from sitting as he looked around the room. His sight being the only sense he could currently rely on since it was neither impacted by the loud noise of chattering that made his ears ring in discomfort, nor by the plethora of strong floral scents that painfully burned in his nose, and in turn made it impossible for him to distinguish the sound of your voice or the smell of your perfume from the crowd.
A few more minutes pass as he walked around the hall, still no trace from either you nor that vermin, but he swore if something had happened to you, and Goldman was to blame, he would tear out that man's throat.
"Scuse me" he heard someone from behind him saying, ripping him out of his thoughts as he turned around coming face to face with Mrs. Goldman "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you Mr. L/n" she said, and he fought as he tried to suppress his tail from wagging. "How may I help Mrs. Goldman?" He asked politely, not caring about correcting her, while he secretly ravished in the thought of being married to you.
"I just wanted to ask if you'd be so kind, and give your wife this note" she asked, secretly grinning to herself as she noted that despite calling you his wife he still hadn't correcter her. "I will see to it Mrs. Goldman" he replied, feeling admittedly a bit skeptical, "have you seen y/n by any chance?" He asked, and she shook her head "nah sorry, I left the bathroom before she did, honestly i myself am looking for my husband" she said, annoyance clear in her voice as both of them shared the hope that Mr. Goldman hasn't found you first.
Finally, he spotted you after what seemed like an hour of walking around aimlessly, his tail swishing gently behind him as he wanted to make his way over to you however, his heart sank when he noticed that you weren't alone:
You were with a man - thankfully it wasn't Mr. Goldman, instead you were talking with another thiren. You didn't seem uncomfortable in any way, in fact when the man put his hand on your shoulder, you didn't recoil nor did you seem alerted in any way, you blushed even when you chatted with him.
He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and shake off this awful sting he felt in his chest as he watched you.
But to no avail.
He clenched his jaw painfully and let out a deep huff as he once again felt this feeling coursing through his veins like molten iron. A feeling that he was already painfully familiar with, having felt it before when that vermin Goldman so openly and shamelessly flirted with you.
Pure jealousy.
Not even reminding himself of the moment you two shared during the speech could ease his nerves now, quite the opposite actually, it only seemed to make his situation worse.
This was supposed to be his special day with you.
His clawed fingers traced the golden tie clip gently as he recalled the memory of both of your reflections in the mirror just a few hours earlier. He is supposed to make you blush like that, like he had done in the boutique when he called you beautiful.
He felt even more insecurities bubble up from the depth of his mind as he watched the man bend down to speak something in your ear, as you played with your earring. Something you would do if you were flustered, whatever this man has said to you, it seems that you liked it.
Lycaon felt a growl bubble in his throat when he watched how close this stranger was to you - his favourite person.
He is supposed to be this close to you, like when he had embraced you after your horrible dinner with that disgusting worm. That place by your side was his.
He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he looked at you, drowning everything around you out like tunnel vision; with you at it's center as he searched for any kind of discomfort on your features, shamefully hoping to find something so he could swoop in and steal you away - steal you back.
But there was nothing.
He took a deep breath, and fixed his tie as he made his way over to you, his doubts following him every step of the way. The metall of his prosthetics clacked against the marble floor, the sound of which was, for some reason, almost deafening to him as he approached slowly.
He only had himself to blame he thought. That despite the feelings he harbored for you for so unbearably long, he's never made an attempt to win your heart always valuing his professionalism over his feelings, too afraid of the possible consequences that could come from them.
Was it too late now? Did he miss his chance?
He heared you laugh, normally a sound that he craved. But now it didn't make him feel content, because it wasn't him who made you laugh. "Pardon me" he politely interrupted, fighting with himself to not bare his teeth at the other man infront of him "Ah Lycaon, perfect timing" you said "this is Mr. August" you said, and the thiren extended his hand in greeting "a pleassure meeting you" Lycaon took his hand, politely shacking it "the pleassure is all mine" he responded, even though it was the farthest thing from the truth.
You gave Lycaon a brief rundown of your conversation with Mr. August, saying that the host of tonights gala would like to have a private chat with the both of you. Mr. August was send to fetch you, and both of you got a bit lost in conversation. Lycaon nodded as he took in the information, but secretly all he could think about was how awful that man's scent clung to you.
He shouldn't smell this, he should be smelling your parfume, your shampoo or your body wash, and not another man's cologne. It taunted him with the way it wafted around his nose, like a bitter reminder that he wasn't as poised and polished as he liked to present himself. He wanted to pin you to the nearest wall, to lick you clean of that stench, and he internally scorned himself over how possesive he thought about you right now, despite lacking the courage to confess his feeling to you.
You and Lycaon followed Mr. August as he guided you down a hallway, you cautiously looked around, noticing the extravagant decor and expensive artwork hanging on the wall. On one hand you were glad to be away from the masses, and on the other you felt nervousness rise in you again. You were thankful that Lycaon was with you, since you were sure that you wouldn't have been able to face that Lady on your own. You looked at Lycaon from the corner of your eye, noting how stiff he seemed. You were aware that something was off with him, but you couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong. He had acted strange ever since he had approached you and Mr. August earlier. You pondered for a moment, could it be he was angry with you because you pretty much left him at the table, waiting for you while you chatted away with Mr. August? You swallowed thickly, that had to be it, and who could blame him that really was awful of you. Here he was supporting you the entire evening, making sure you were alright and you just leave him sitting somewhere. What a great friend you were.
You gently tugged on Lycaons sleeve trying to get his attention, and his ears perked up in suprise at the sudden sensation "I'm sorry I left you sitting at the table for so long" you apologized to him "there is no need to worry master, I'm not offended" he responded with a smile, a professional empty one.
You frowned, clearly something must have happened, you thought and dreaded the idea of Mr. Goldman having harrased him again with his usual racist antics. You swore if that was really the case, then you would make your threat of doucing that midget with your drink a reality. Maybe even giving him a good kick to where the sun doesn't shine on your way out.
You placed your hand on his forearm "are you ok?" You asked him, your voice laced with concern while he stayed silent for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by your question "everything is fine master" he replied, breaking eyecontact with you. Your own landed on his clenched fist behind his back, you wanted to reach out and hold it like he had done with yours earlier but chose against it, opting to give him some space. You gently removed your hand from his arm, and his tail dropped a bit at the lack of your touch. Mr. August stopped infront of a door "we are here, Milady is waiting inside for you" he said, and opened the door for the both of you as you stepped inside.
"I'm grateful for the oppertunity to talk with you in person, Ms. Y/n" the host spoke, her wheelchair standing next to the sofa she was sitting on "please, have a seat" she offered, and both of you sat down in the sofa across from her "allow me to properly introduce myself, my name is Clementine Walker, head and founder of Walker International Bank" she introduced herself, more so out of politeness since both you and Lycaon already knew who the Lady sitting in front of you was. She was a well known figure in New Eridu after all.
However, much like yourself she rarely ever appeared in public, choosing to dedicate most of her time to the funding of hollow related research. "I'm sorry, I don't think we are aqquainted yet" she said, her head turned towards Lycaon "it appears as such" he replied "I am Von Lycaon, I serve as Lady Y/n personal attendant" he said politely bowing his head "delighted to make your aqquaintace, Mrs. Walker" He seemed colder than usual.
Mrs. Walker turned to you once more "I assume my husband has already informed you about the purpose of this meeting, yes?" She asked gently placing her hands in her lab "even though it was on rather short notice, please pardon my poor time management." You blinked a few times, voicing out the thought both you and Lycaon shared "your husband?" Mrs. Walker giggled a bit "Yes, August Walker is my husband" she replied, and you apologized for your impoliteness but she assured you that it was alright "it suprises a lot of people" she had said.
Shortly after Mr. August returned, setting down a tray with tea before excusing himself again. You intently listened as Mrs. Walker spoke, internally screaming as you misjudged the temperature of the beverage in your hand, burning your tongue a little in the process. Mrs. Walker, or Clementine as she prefered you'd call her got straight to the point of why she had asked for your time, as she shared her wish of becoming an Investor for your company. For a moment you thought of asking Lycaon to pinch you, just to convince yourself that this was really happening.
Lycaon however was currently boiling in shame, his jealousy now having fully morphed into guilt, and embarrassment as he remembered his earlier antics when he saw you with August Walker. How unbecoming of him to jump to conclusions like that, opting to try and deflect from what he had seen, and felt by putting up his usual professional demeanour he used for any other client.
But you weren't any other client, and he recalls how ashamed he felt when he had seen your expression earlier, clearly concerned for him as you looked right through his carefully crafted facade. He felt beyond awful for pushing you away like that.
However, in a corner of his mind he was silently celebrating. Knowing that perhaps, it still wasn't too late to capture your heart like you had done with his. But especially after today, he didn't know if he could even muster up the courage of asking you out even if he had the oppertunity.
"If I may be so bold to ask" you started, feeling rather anxious in Mrs. Walkers presence. "What was it that sparked your interesst for my company?" You asked, hoping she wouldn't find your question offending. Suprisingly she let out a warm hearted chuckle as she gently moved up her dress, revealing a pair of prosthetics. "Believe it or not, but you have sparked that interesst in me yourself" you tried to apologize to her for prying into such a private topic but she set your mind at ease "it's quite alright deary" she had said.
Slowly your cups began to get emptier, and emptier as Mrs. Walker told the story of how she had met her husband. You and Lycaon perked up when she explained that August Walker had also been her personal attendant, who had taken care of her when she had lost her legs, and whom she had ultimately fallen in love with. As the clock hit 11 am, you decieded to also make your way back home, having thanked Mrs. Walker for the oppertunity and promised her to stay in touch.
The way to the car, and the ride was silent. While you still pondered what could be wrong with Lycaon, he himself occupied his mind trying to figure out where to go with his feelings now. Should he should act on them, or give them up. Mrs. Walkers Story was still fresh on both of your minds, and it gave Lycaon a little hope when he thought about you and him.
Back home, you once again kicked off your high heels like you had done yesterday. You should feel at ease now, that straining evening was over, and you gained a new and influencial ally that could potentially solve all of your financial problems. But you didn't feel like celebrating, too concerned about your companion. Said companion has taken to the kitchen, still having not spoken a single word since the gala. On silent feet you decieded to approach him, trying to carefully pry what was wrong.
You found him in the kitchen, downing a shot of whatever alcohol he had found in the refrigerator, something that concerned you even more by how out of character it seemed for him. He rarely ever drank, prefering tea over anything else. His tie was undone, and his suit jacket layed abandoned on the chair nearby, folded neatly regardless "Lycaon" you started, alerting him to your pressence "are you unwell?" You asked him and he put the bottle to the side, taking a Martini glass from the cupboard. "everything is alright master, the strong smells tonight just have taken quite a toll on me" he lied, and you noticed immediately by the way he pressed his ears to his head. "How about we celebrate your success" he said returning to what he was doing, still refusing to meet your gaze. You sat down in your usual spot as you watched him reach for a knife, noting how much his hand shook. "Has something happened with goldman? Has he harrassed you again while I was away?" You tried again "not at all master, please do not worry" he replied and you took a deep breath. You weren't mad at him, no - right now you were very concerned by the way he acted. "Have I... done something to upset you" you asked which was admittedly what you worried about the most.
This question caught Lycaon off guard so much, the hand that held the knife missed the lemon he was peeling, and the sharp edge of the blade found the flesh of his finger instead "damnit" he whispered, holding his now bleeding finger. The fur around it slowly turning red, and that was your last straw. You got up from where you've been sitting, quickly aproaching him, the sound of which startling Lycaon. "I apologize, I'll quickly grab a bandaid and-" you interrupted him by gently taking his hand, leading him away from the cutting board. The knife now laying abandoned, a red stain on the pristine blaid, just like the stain on Lycaon's pristine demeanour.
You turned on the faucet, gently holding his finger under the cold water. He winced a bit at the temperatur and the small sting of his wound making contact with the water, but he once again felt himself absorbed by the different in size of both your, and his hand. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink, rummaging through it, and shortly after wrapped a bandaid around Lycaon's finger. The shame Lycaon felt in this moment was almost unbearable for him. His guilt sending an ice cold shiver down his spine, while his face heated up at you doting over him. His ears pressed to his head again and he tried to speak, to at least say something.
But a simple "Thank you" was all that left his mouth.
You sighed heavily, and he feared he had dissapointed you "master I-" you gently shushed him, grabbing his hand, and carefully guided him towards the living room. You sat down, gently patting the spot next to you, urging him to sit. He obliged dispite his discomfort, he knew you ment well even though right now he was afraid what you might say to him. "You know, I always appreciated that I could tell you everything, you always had an open ear for me, and never judged me" you started "and I'm sorry that i haven't shown you my gratitude for that enough" he strongly wanted to object, seeming dissatisfied with you feeling like you had to apologize to him even though it was him who created this mess by refusing to confront himself. "But, I want to become that same kind of person to you too" you gently reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The contact seeming to immediately relax him a tad bit, just like how his own touch had calmed you. "Just know that I will always have an open ear for you as well, no matter what" he studied your expression, you weren't mad neither dissapointed. Your face radiated a form of certainty, and security, he squeezed your hand tighter. He was conflicted, should he tell you about his feelings now? How would you react? Surely it wouldn't be a good idea if he made you worry with his uncharacteristic antics, just to kiss you.
Kiss you?
Without him even realizing, his heart had acted faster than his brain could worry about the consequences, his lips finding yours in a quick and tender kiss. He quickly moved away, mortified at what he had just done "My sincerest apologies! I don't know what came over me!" He apologized, once again avoided your gaze, feeling the urge to flee. But you gently grabbed his chin, turning his head to look at you. You two looked at eachother for a moment and he finally cracked under your caring gaze."I was jealous, I apologize" he admitted "I had seen you talking with Mr. Walker earlier and thought he may have been... flirting with you" you looked at him, tracing calming circles on his hand with your thumb "why would you be jealous?" You asked carefully "because I-" he stopped for a short moment, taking a deep breath as he summoned the courage to speak the words he's wanted to tell you for so long "I'm in love with you."
you're eyes widened, but you didn't seem apphaled nor insulted by his confession, which set his spiraling mind at ease, even if just for a little "why have you never told me" you asked, internally calling yourself a hypocrite for the exact same reason "I was worried it might cause a scandal, I wouldn't want to ruin what you have worked so hard for, and the friendship we had build" he said "besides I-" he took a deep breath "I thought that maybe it would have been for the best if you had found someone else" he said, his ears once again pressing to his head, clearly betraying how he felt about that statement "why would you think that?" You asked confused, feeling bad for bombarding him with so many uncomfortable questions.
He slouched a bit, a pained expression on his face "Look at me" his hand perched on one of his mechanical knees as a silent way of accentuating the crux of his dilemma, and he once again broke eye contact with you "I'm only half a man" he spoke, the following silence slowly nurturing that weed of doubt that had taken root in his mind. That sentence broke your heart. You knew loosing limbs is awfully traumatic, but you had never fathomed how bad Lycaon's own body dysmorphia really was. And how could you have know, it was a part of him always carefully locked behind his polished and perfect demeanour, shamefully hidden away from the world.
You reached out to him, gently cupped his cheek, and he looked at you again "you have gone through thick and thin with me these last one and a half years, and you always supported me" you started, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb "you may think of yourself as nothing more than half a man..." you smiled at him with the same beautiful smile that would always make butterflies erupt in his stomache, and it seemed to lighten up his dark mood "but to me, you're already my whole world" you confessed, and he held his breath, his brain slowly starting to process your words "does that mean you-" he started and you nodded "I'm in love with you too Lycaon." His eye lightened up at your words, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest as you held his face in both your hands now, looking deep into his eye "so please, kiss me properly" you said, slowly leaning in, and he obliged immediately "with pleassure, master."
Your lips connected again in a searing and loving kiss, the butterflies in your, and his stomach exploding into fireworks. He cupped the back of your head, deepening the kiss, pulling you closer to him, and you straddled Lycaon's lap in response. His hands were gently perched on your hips, your arms found their way around his neck as you both fully enjoyed the intimate moment you shared with eachother. You heared Lycaon's tail thump against the sofa, while he questioned if this was really happening or if it was just another one of his desperate dreams. And even if it was, then it was the best he has had in a long time.
You two seperated the kiss, still holding eye contact with eachother, both slightly out of breath "damn" you started and he tilted his head a bit to the side, his ear flicking in confusion "you're incredibly handsome, and you're an amazing kisser" you complimented him and he chuckled "a compliment that I'll gladly return in full" he said, burying his face in your neck. His tail moving excitedly from side to side as he held you in his embrace never wanting this moment to end, wanting to hold you forever.
You leaned against his chest "so goldman really didn't bother you" you asked, and Lycaon reached for your hand, gently taking it in his "no don't worry, that cretin hadn't shown his face after you told him off after dinner" he said bemused. You looked at your hand, marveling how much bigger his was than yours "more like you told him off, if I didn't know any better goldman would have almost caught fire by the way you had looked at him" you giggled. He laced his fingers with yours "I'm sorry if my behaviour in that situation has made you uncomfortable" he said, a twinge of guild finding its way back into his voice "don't worry you didn't make me uncomfortable" you said, bringing his hand to your face and planted a kiss on his knuckles "I liked it, the way you stood up for me, and protected me" you blushed a little as you remembered the situation, now realizing that there might have been a twinge of possesiveness in his words as well. He gently laid his head ontop of yours "I also liked how you had stood up for me during yesterday's dinner" he hugged you a bit tighter, tracing little shaped on your hand.
"I admire you you know" you said and he perked up "how so?" He asked you, while you thought about how he had spoken about himself earlier "because, dispite what happened to you, you never gave up, and stayed diligent" you said, hoping your words would soothe that ache of his "you're inspiring" he was speechless, his heartbeat picking up a notch "you give me the strength, and motivation to keep working hard" you gently trace his mechanical knee, his heart was soaring as he watched you "and this doesn't make you ugly, or less of a man, it actually makes you very attractive in my eyes" you admitted "I know I can always count on you, and you can always count on me, you have my word" you finished, looking deep into his eye.
In a flash Lycaon had you pinned to the sofa, his lips once again finding yours. Only this time his kiss was different, it was hungry and lust driven as he used your suprise to push his tongue into your mouth as it moved against yours. The alcohol he had earlier seeming to fuel the fire that still burned in his stomache, as he unbottoned his shirt, exposing his muscled chest to you. He broke the kiss to let you catch your breath, your eyes were wide at his bold action. He gently grabbed your hand, and brought it to his face, placing a kiss on your palm. Then he spoke, low and gentle. You heart skipped several beats as his words left his mouth
"Master, please allow me to make love to you"
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Part 5 ->
Part 5
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has
To be continued ->
First and foremost, thank you for reading. This chapter was definetly longer than the previous ones, but I wasn't able to split it without ruining the pacing.
Anyways, next chapter will be the Nsfw chapter, and I hope I nailed it. It's not often I write smut.
Lastly, thank you again for reading. I hope you enjoyed.
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.
Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, some flashbacks here and there, spoilers for lycaon's agent story, lycaon is a teeny tiny bit possessive.
Angst, Mentions of injury, mentions of death, social anxiety, reader lowkey having a panic attack, trauma.
Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)
I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.
We don't know that much about Lycaon's past yet, so take everything you may read here about his backstory with a grain of salt.
This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.
Welcome back once again.
I apologize for the short delay, i have been sick these last couple of days. But I managed to get it done, even though Tumblr ate my draft and I had to start from scratch.
Shaking, crying, throwing up, ripping my hair out.
Once again, I apologize for possible mistakes you may find, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Enjoy!
The sun was slowly setting, bathing the city in a golden hue as you and Lycaon drove through the city. You occupied yourself by looking outside the window, hoping it would ease your nerves about tonight's event. Your eyes wandered with the movement of the car as you noted that the earlier rain had definitely left its mark, the outside area's of the various restaurants and cafes remained empty and the parasol's closed. The sun gently reflected in the puddles of rainwater that still covered the streets, and you watched as life slowly but surely returned to them, smiling as you saw a couple of children jumping into the puddles as the brilliant liquid flew everywhere as it glittered in the sun.
That reminded you of something. Earlier Lycaon had called home, wanting to make sure everything was okay with everyone and the caffee while he was gone "by the way, how's it going at home?" You asked curiously, his ear flicked as you caught his attention "Corin had assured that everything was going well" he answered "everyone is doing fine, and Rina had even kept herself out of the kitchen like I had requested" Lycaon replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, even though Rina accidentally poisoning someone was one of his biggest worries. It was true that Rina was an expert at her job, however cooking had never been her strong suit, and it seemed that no matter how many cooking lessons she took it never improved. So for the time that he was away, they had hired someone to do the cooking and baking in the caffee for them.
"Corin had also asked me to once again thank you for tutoring her" you gasped as you remembered that the exam you had helped her study for was yesterday "oh! How did she do?" You asked, and he smiled, "She has written an A" he responded, and you could have sworn to have heard a tinge of pride in his voice. Even though he was a rather strict boss, he was still very understanding and supportive, you always found it endearing how Lycaon took care of Corin and Ellen as if they were his own daughters.
You knew that Lycaon's employees could be a handful sometimes. Be it Corin's clumsiness, after a cup of coffee you had once ordered accidentally landed in your lap instead of on your table. Ellen's tardiness, when you would find her asleep in the most outlandish places. Or Rina's lethal cooking, you had once experienced first hand after having been offered one of her "Chernobyl cocktails" as Ellen called them. And goddamn, you think you could never forget that excruciating stomach ache.
But you knew that they worked hard and had the spirit to do well. And, if you were fully honest, Lycaon had his own lovable peculiarities as well. Like his obsession with cleanliness, the way he attracted the attention of all the dogs in the general vicinity, or even the way he would glare daggers at a squirrel if he spotted one.
The car ride slowly came to an end as Lycaon pulled into the driveway of the building the gala would take place in, you noticed all the expensive and extravagant cars all neatly parked next to each other which made you remember yesterday's mess with Mr. Goldman, much to your dismay, you really hoped not to run into him tonight since you were already nervous enough.
If you were fully honest, high society had always been highly exhausting for you. You came from a humble backround, not having been born into wealth but rather accumilated it over the years thanks to hard work. In truth, everything overly extravagant made you feel rather uncomfortable, you never really understood the appeal of wearing expensive designer clothes, and most of them looked hideous to you anyways. So much so that you and Lycaon would always joke about it when watching fashion shows on TV.
This humbleness reflected in your living situation as well. You lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood a few minutes away from Lumina square, so if no one knew because you had deleberately told them, they would never suspect you to have a net worth over several billion dennies.
You enjoyed the freedom this gave you, being able to walk around undisturbed without being followed around and having your day to day life broadcasted to everyone on social media. This also allowed you to form genuine bonds with people who stuck by your side for you, and not for your money. And even though your best friend Zhu yuan was rather chaotic you did love her like your own sister. You wondered if your in-person-attendance today could potentially threaten that freedom of yours.
Lycaon seemed to notice your nervousness and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder "don't worry, whatever happens tonight I will not leave your side" you smiled in reply, your heart soared at the way he touched you, gentle as if handling porcelain.
Both of you exited the car and Lycaon offered you his arm as you walked to the front entrance, the smell of rain still hanging strong in the air, and you reminisced of a time before you two had met. Well, officially at least.
Unbeknownst to him, you've actually had your eyes on him for much longer than he knows. All of it started when Zhu yuan was forced to take some time off and you tried to distract her from thinking about her job by going shopping. It had rained that day just like earlier, and you had walked down the street with your umbrella in hand. It was then when you had seen him through the window of his maid caffee. You had never actually believed in love at first sight, and always believed it to be a clichee.
Until it hit you pretty much square in the face.
And as luck would have it, your every so worried parents had hired exactly him to watch over you and your mental health, from which day oneward your feelings for the wolf thiren only seemed to grow stronger and stronger.
And since that day, he had never left your side.
You noticed the plethora of photographers and reporters standing by the main entrance, and you stiffen in response. The flashing of the cameras made you feel nauseous, as you made your way over the red carpet trying to stay as unnoticeable as possible "excuse me miss y/n!" But you had no such luck, it seems "I'm from Eridu today, and I must say it is a pleasure to see you this evening, it is not often that you give the public the opportunity to enjoy your company!" The reporter said, holding her microphone at you, and you looked at the cameraman who accompanied her. You noticed your reflection in the void of the camera's lens, and you swallowed, feeling your heart drop to your feet.
A new scent reached Lycaon's nose, one he didn't like. Fear. He had worried that this might happen, you weren't used to such media attention. Naturally, you were overwhelmed by suddenly having everyone's attention on you, with the knowledge that hundreds of thousands of other people were watching you behind their screens.
He discreetly placed his hand against your lower back, his warm palm gently signaling you that he was here, and that he had your back. He noticed you seemingly relax a little in response. Gathering all the confidence you had, you responded "O-of course, being here this evening is a matter of the heart for me" the reporter nodded, her emotions hidden behind a smile that you weren't able to pinpoint. "I see it as my duty to be present for tonight, in solidarity for the victims of the Vision cooperation" you continued, the thunderstorm of camera flashing once again flooding your senses. It was overwhelming. "That is wonderful! It's true that this scandal had shaken the community to its core" the reporter said, and you hoped a simple nod was enough of an answer for her "Master, we should get going" Lycaon responded, and you released a silent breath of relieve. You could kiss him for helping you get out of this situation, well you could always kiss him if you were being honest. With his hand still on your lower back, he gently guided you towards the main entrance.
As soon as Lycaon and you walked through the front door, you could instantly feel the stares of the other guests fall on the two of you; some in surprise, some in awe even and yet some others in confusion.
You tried to swallow the lump that was once again forming in your throat from your growing unease of being the center of attention at the champagne reception. You tried to focus on the feeling of Lycaon's hand on your back in order to distract yourself from the stares that pierced you from every angle. Lycaon himself was still worried of your growing discontent, however he was still so proud of you for having confronted your fears. He himself was used to having others attention on him all the time, be it because of his height and stature, or because of his prosthetics. But you didn't, why else did you keep yourself out of the public eye where you could. He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as a small sign of encouragement. You smiled to yourself, squeezing his hand back. With him here, you were sure you could make it through this night.
Both of you took the drink you were offered, and made your way towards the main hall, you looked around, noticing some familiar faces you've seen once or twice on TV while a lot of the other guests present were completely unfamiliar to you, but you weren't that surprised, you normally never appeared on events like these, always dismissing the invitations, and only rarely ever gave interviews. You couldn't fathom how awful it must be not being able to go outside without paparazzi waiting for you like circling vultures, and wondered how all the famous singers and actors could live like that.
You wondered if Lycaon ever had to deal with them when he was working for other clients, and silently amused yourself on the thought of your wolfish butler trying to fend off a horde of camera wielding paparazzi.
After some time of walking among the sea of attendees, and being greeted by one or two, both of you finally reached your designated table. You thanked Lycaon when he pulled your chair out for you to sit, secretly gushing over his gentlemanly gesture as you went over tonight's schedule in your head again.
For starters, the host was going to hold a speech followed by dinner and afterward a charity auction. "Is everything alright so far, master?" Lycaon asked, and you gave him a playful thumbs up "so far everything is going well, knock on wood it stays that way" you told him, and he nodded in agreement, especially after having seen Mr. Evergreen and his wife amongst the attending guests and even though there was no bad blood between him and the Evergreens, the embarrassment he felt was still quite strong, even though he wanted to ask how Lilac's art classes were coming along.
"Say Lycaon, I'm curious about something" you started, his ears perking up immediately "please master, feel free to share your curiosity with me" he said reaching for his glass to take a little sip "could it be there are other clients of yours here tonight?" you asked mirthfully "there are indeed, may I inquire why you ask?" "Oh it's just that i saw the Evergreens earlier" you told him and he nearly choked on his drink.
Your little banter is interrupted by the sound of someone clinking their glass, blanketing the room in silence. While looking for the source of the sound, you let your gaze wander across the hall, briefly stopping when you noticed a familiar face amongst the crowd. Your brows furrowed in annoyance when you recognized Mr. Goldman and his wife, who looked equally as annoyed as you, sitting just three tables away from you. You silently saluted her for somehow miraculously finding the patience to put up with his bullshit... and his face.
"I'm honored to welcome you all" your eyes shifted to the front of the hall, now finally spotting where that earlier sound came from "it fills me with joy for having you attend tonight's celebration" a woman in a wheelchair spoke, and you could have sworn that you've seen her somewhere before "I dedicate tonight's gala to those who work tirelessly to help those in times of need" she continued "for those stricken with illness and injury, and those in poverty, who need our support dearly" as those words left the woman's mouth and entered Lycaons ears, he internally scoffed at her, wondering where all this support was that they were praising themselves for? Painfully clenching his jaw as he was reminded of his own past.
Where was it when his parents died, and he had to live on the streets, or when he had to join mockingbird just to survive, stealing from those who could have lent their aid but never did, always favoring status and profits above their humanity. Even after the violent injuries inflicted on his body, the memories of which still rob him of his sleep, it was due to his own diligence that helped him regain his life and that allowed him to now sit amongst the people he secretly loathed so much.
However... it seems that amongst the rubble, some gems can still be found; he glanced at you and his gaze softened.
You weren't like them, you actually cared about the lives of others and this is exactly what you modeled your business after, exactly why he loved you so dearly. It was your gentle nature and kind heart what made him fall for you in the first place, and god has he fallen hard for you. You give those stricken with illness and injury the oppertunity to walk through life on their own feet again. You work hard to give them back a shred of normalcy, trying to get them back on track after their life had been so crudely derailed. And yet, you still kept the delicacy of the moment, never prying neither your clients, nor himself for answers. Something he greatly appreciated about you, because he was aware that this question had burned on your tongue for the last one and a half years now. But, as graceful and as kind as you are, you opted to wait for him to open up to you, and he would eventually when he himself has found the courage to lay his heart bare to you.
His tail slowly swished from side to side as he once again marveled at the sight of you just like he had done yesterday in the car. Tonight however, things seemed different somehow, tonight you shined so much brighter; instead of being illuminated by the sun's rays, you have appeared to have become the sun, burning away the shadows of his pain and insecurity.
Memories of you two filled his mind has it really already been one and a half years? Time really does fly by when you're enjoying yourself he thinks to himself and recalls one special moment in peticular, the moment he had fallen for you.
Back then he had taken quite a beating during a comission with master proxy, breaking his prosthetics in the process, and having to spend a night in the hospital due to a concussion. He still remembered the shame he felt when he had called you to inform you about his sudden absence, and the suprise when you showed up not even half an hour later to check up on him. But most of all does he vividly recall the feeling blooming in his chest when you came back the next morning, with his prosthetic in your hands. Fully repaired. He had thanked you, having felt beyond gratefull that, not only had you taken your time, money and effort to get them repaired. But also because you had spared him the feeling of dread and hopelessness when he thought about having to leave the hospital in a wheelchair.
And even though you had helped him get back on his feet, by that time he had, figuratively speaking, already been on his knees for you.
You two had already experienced so much together, having gone through thick and thin, supporting eachother where you could. And he wanted to experience so much more with you. You turn your head, once again feeling his gaze on you, but this time he doesn't turn his head away, locking eyes with you instead and relishes in the smile you grace him with.
Maybe all of his past trageries were worth it if it ment he could remain by your side.
Applause replaced the silence as the host concluded her speech, and dinner was served, though it had been rather uneventfull. However Lycaon chuckled when you celebrated its disctinct lack of caviar. He felt a sense of satisfaction while he watched you eat. He was glad that now he was sitting across from you during an official dinner, instead of some desperate cretin who would constantly make a move on you - on his favourite person.
But not all good things can last forever. It seemes that said desperate cretin had read Lycaon's mind, thinking it a good idea to apporache your table.
"It's nice to see you tonight Ms. Y/n" both you and Lycaon had to fight the groan that desperately wanted to escape you both when Mr. Goldman appeared, sucking out all the positive vibes out of the current situation with his mere pressence alone. "I hope this dinner was more to your liking?" he inquired, which confused you that he had enough self-awareness about the abysmal choice of cuisine during your not-so-fun get together, but apparently not enough that he didn't see a problem in flirting with another woman that wasn't his wife. You were terribly tempted to snitch on him to his wife but scratched that idea, opting to get tonight over with while avoiding any inconveniences.
"It was" you responded shortly, hoping that he'd understand your unwillingness to talk to him right now, but he seems to once again lack the self-awareness necessary to understand. "I just wanted to once again inquire about possible business cooperations with you, since I'm going to be an investor and shareholder soon" he cackled, and you raised an eyebrow at his weird display, Lycaon watching both of you intently. "It is nice of you to inquire, we'll see if you qualify" you said taking a sip from your glass "what do you mean if I qualify?" he asked you rather uncertain if he had understood you correctly, while mimicking air quotes "I say so simply because our last meeting left me on a rather bitter note"
and you weren't just talking about the food, that was for sure
"was it because I didn't invite him-" he once again pointed at Lycaon "-to my party?" He asked "for one, yes" you said putting your glass down "please Ms. Y/n, a pretty Lady like you couldn't possibly be that petty-" you held your hand up, politely stopping his rambling "I have made my decision, please be assured that I will respond to your offer in due time, however-" you crossed one of your legs over the other, gently perching your hands on your knee "-I must disappoint you when I say that the possibility of you becoming a Shareholder has unfortunately never stood in question, I hope you understand" you explained "regardless, I wish you a pleasant evening" you finished.
Mr. Goldman was about to object to your words when Lycaon's voice coldly interrupted him "She wishes to no longer speak with you, I must kindly ask you to leave" Lycaon glared daggers at the smaller man in front of him who didn't budge an inch at first.
It infuriated Lycaon, he wouldn't let anyone ruin this special evening for the both of you, not when everything was going so well.
"Please don't make me ask twice" Lycaon once again sternly inssisted, his gaze rigid as it bore into the individual infront of him. For a while Lycaon and Mr. Goldman just glared daggers at eachother, both not saying a single word. You on the other hand were taken aback by Lycaon's sudden shift in attitude, but nevertheless thankfull. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you wondered how he'd become even more attractive to you than he already was to begin. After a while, Mr. Goldman walked off with a huff, visibly upset and, you thanked Lycaon for helping you out. Internally giggling at his display of protectiveness over you.
After a while, the auction began, luring the wealthy participants with expensive artworks and antiques. Even though none of the shown items really interested you, exceptions being a few pictures you thought would look great on your wall at home, you still planned to buy some of the items to resell or donate them instead of letting them catch dust in your or someone else's attic. So around 700k lighter and happy you let the auction go by while you bemusedly observed two people battle it out over a kitschy rooster shaped lamp, while Lycaon thought that everything had come full circle after you bought the Evergreen's painting that had started the whole drama with Lilac, Master proxy and him in the first place, secretly he wondered if maybe he could persuade you to donate it as well so he wasn't forced to look at it while he cleaned.
The auction finishes and the night seems to be slowly coming to a close. Some people had already left; either because they were tired and just really wanted to escape this labyrinth of endless formality, or because they were just really curious about the contents of the goody bag the host had prepared for everyone to collect on their way out as a final little goodbye.
You on the other hand made your way towards the Woman's bathroom, having told Lycaon to wait for you at the table. He had frowned a bit, not liking the thought of you going off on your own while Mr. Goldman was still scurrying around the building like the Rat he is, but you assured him that you'd be fine.
As you walked through the bathroom door, you noticed Mrs. Goldman standing in front of the mirror, fixing her own make-up. You cringed, internally throwing your purse to the ground at mach speed as you cursed your bad luck... "oh hey! I know you!" ...but you were definitely in for a surprise.
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Part 4 ->
Part 4
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has
To be continued->
Ah I'm glad this part is done, it was so much more complicated than it had to be honestly. A small part of me died when that draft suddenly vanished into thin air, it was so infuriating.
But all is well that ends well.
Speaking of ending, i think this chapter also marks the half way point. I think this fanfiction will maybe have 6 parts in total, but it depends if I feel like writing an epilogue or not.
Until then, I wish you a pleasant day/evening, and hope you'll stay tuned for the next part.
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.
Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, slight suggestive themes, spoilers for Lycaon's agent story.
Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)
I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.
This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.
Welcome back, i hope ur doing well?
Once again, i apologize for any mistakes you may find. I'm honestly suprised how well this fanfiction is coming along, i hope you will continue to enjoy reading it, just as much as i enjoy writing it.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Enjoy.
"How much time do we have left?" Your voice rang out "we have three more hours until the gala master" Lycaon responded as he put his watch back into his breast pocket. He dutifully stood guard in front of the changing room you were currently occupying as you changed through a bunch of different outfits to find the right attire for tonight's event.
The day had already started turbulent.
Not only because you had a rough time getting out of bed, but more so because Lycaon had the shock of his life last night. He thought he had seen you watching him from the hallway when he went to get himself a midnight snack. He shuddered when he thought about you having seen him in such an unsightly state.
It was hard enough for him to face you this morning after what he had dreamed last night, the memory of which still sitting heavy in his mind. The innocent hug you two shared yesterday had been morphed by his dream into a lewd scene, with imaginations of his hands lustfully roaming your body while his lips were on yours. Swallowing all your sweet noises.
Certainly, he was shocked being woken up in the middle of the night, and by such a dirty fantasy at that. He had made his way to the kitchen in hopes a snack and a cool glass of water would extinguish that flame in his stomach, almost choking on both when he swore he had seen you peeking around the corner. But it seemed that this had just been his mind playing a cruel trick on him.
He knew it was incredibly inaproprate of him to think of you in such a manner. However, when you reached your hand beyond the red curtain of the changing room, he couldn't help his mind from wandering when his hand brushed against yours as he handed you the dress you picked out.
He had never noticed how small your hand was compared to his, and wondered how it would feel to hold it in his, or how it would feel gently combing through his fur. His tail wagged a little as he continued to dwell on this thought.
Would you pet him if he would allow you to? How would it feel if you would pet his head? His tail? If you would run your hands up and down his chest down to his stomach and-
His tails' movement halted abruptly while he tried to drown out his most recent thoughts. He felt awfull to lust after you in such a manner - to lust after his best friend.
"Lycaon can you help me real quick? I can't reach the zipper" you called out to him and for some reason it sounded even more alluring to him than normally. "Of course, master" he took a step forward and gently pushed the red curtain to the side, coming face to face with your exposed back and neck. The flame in his stomach once again igniting.
He swallowed thickly as his fingers gripped the zipper, gently pulling it upwards and closing the dress "thanks a bunch" you said, and he took a step back, pulling the curtain shut to once again separate both of you.
Lycaon was glad he was covered in fur so no one could see the aggressive blush covering his face. Discreetly, he moved his tail to cover his crotch, while his not so savory thoughts ran rampant in his mind.
He cursed at his current situation.
Lycaon was no fool, he clearly loved you, and wanted to be more to you than just your personal attendant and best friend. But he was painfully aware of the consequences you both would have to face. He cringed as he imagined the news articles.
'Head of Victoria housekeeping, Von Lycaon revealed to be cavorting with one of his clients, how will this impact their businesses?'
Both of you worked so hard to get to the point where you are now, with succesful businesses under your supervision.
Such a scandal would no doubt ruin you both, and honestly he would like to avoid any more unwanted publicity, especially after his job at the Evergreens. Where everyone's eyes were on him and Victoria housekeeping for somehow allowing their underage client to be involved in a pub sec sting operation to apprehend a gang of criminals.
Having to face Lilacs father that day was probably one of the most difficult situations of his career, his only luck was Lilac having his back which he was still very grateful for.
He needed to have himself better in check, he wasn't just concerned about his own future, but also yours.
Much like himself, you build your business from the ground up, created an empire from nothing. You were a good person who worked hard to help others with your work, and who deserved nothing but the best. He wouldn't allow himself to ruin that for you. And yet there was a part of him wanting to give you two a shot, to indulge in the fantasy of sharing his life and future with you. The thought of falling asleep, and waking up next to you was one of his favourite fantasies.
But regrettably it had to remain just that, a fantasy.
"What do you think" he snapped out of his thoughts and his breath caught in his throat as you stepped beyond the curtain. Your dress fitting you like a glove, hugging you in all the right places, looking beyond enchanting.
You were beyond enchanting.
"Beautiful" he said absentmindedly which made you blush a little. Upon realizing what he just said, Lycaon quickly cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure after his little slip up.
"Good, I think I'm done for now" you exclaimed
"now to you"
his eye widened "pardon?"
"You also need a new suit for tonight" you exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Since you're my attendant, you also represent me in a way" he couldn't argue with that logic he thought "very well master, if this is what you wish"
You gave him a smile so bright it almost made him dizzy, as you darted straight to the men's department of the boutique. Lycaon turned around, and once again pushed the red curtain in front of him to the side, now taking your spot in the changing room.
Turns out finding a suit in Lycaons size that somewhat matched with your dress was more difficult than both of you had anticipated, however that still wasn't enough to make your resolve waver.
So with the bag that contained your dress for reference and the shop's assistant trailing after you, carrying the comically large amount of suits in her arms you picked out, you made your way towards the changing room where Lycaon was waiting for you with held breath.
This was the first time you could treat Lycaon to something and you were sure to make it count.
"Are you ready" you spoke to him from your side of the curtain, "I am" he replied even though he was quite nervous deep inside. He always just wore his usual attire when he was working, his usual dress shirt and his vest, the thought of wearing something different while he was on duty felt a little intimidating to him, but you sounded so excited about it, and he didn't want to take that excitement from you.
However, the thought of wearing attire that matched with yours sounded very pleasing to him, that one certain sentence once again invading his mind
Lycaon is to remain by my side.
Many minutes and suits later both of you were slowly giving up hope, you already accepted him to just accompany you in his usual attire even though it would totally take away from the experience. You hoped that the last suite you picked out would do the trick, even though you don't quite know what drew you to it.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the curtain, the Wolf thiren inspected himself in the mirror, a small smile starting to form on his lips. The suit you had picked out for him fit him perfectly, and not only that, but he had to admit he looked quite good in it as well, which soothed his nerves about being out of uniform. He couldn't wait to see your reaction and hoped you would smile at him again like you did earlier, his tail slowly swishing from side to side as he fixed his tie.
You covered your mouth in shock the moment he moved the curtain to the site, presenting himself to you "oh my god, that's the one" you exclaimed, satisfaction clear in your voice "it fits you perfectly, you look so good!" his tail wagged a little at your compliment "thank you master" and you once again graced him with that beautifully bright smile of yours. Now that he's seen how happy this made you, he was glad he gave into your request because the longer he wore it, the more he started to like it.
After he changed back, both of you made your way to the register. Lycaon was about to reach for his wallet but you stopped him "this one's on me" he frowned, feeling a little unsure "I'm sorry master, but I can't possibly accept this, at least allow me to pay you back" he reasoned, but it fell on def ears "you can, and you will" you chimed, giving the cashier your credit card "see it as a small token of my gratitude" It seems there was no room for negotiation, better to just accept it he thought "you can always use it for future occasion" you said, and he already thought about what future occasions you two would be attending together. But first of all, both of you had to get through tonight's ordeal.
However it seemed that your luck had run out as you and Lycaon walked through the sliding door, sharing a sigh as you took in the sight of the torrential downpour currently plaguing the once so lively shopping street.
"What now? Do we have enough time to wait till it stopps raining?" You ask Lycaon and he took a look at his pocket watch, only two hours left "I'm afraid not Master" he told you. You watched as the streets got emptier and emptier, all of the people who hadn't been prepared quickly seeking shelter from the rain.
"So do we make a run for it?" You ask him, and he pondered, internally berating himself for having been too mentally occupied to bring and umbrella or at least having taken a look at the weather forecast this morning. He was about to put his watch back into his vest's breast pocket when an idea shot through his head. He didn't have an umbrella, and he couldn't drive the car into the pedestrain area to pick you up either, but he could use something else to shield you from the rain.
He unbottoned his vest and your eyes widened. "Since we don't have an umbrella, this will have to suffice" he said, holding his vest over your head as you both moved into the rain "wait, what about you?" You asked him as you tried to stop him "I'll be fine" he told you "it is important that you don't get wet and catch a cold, as a wolf thiren I have a stronger immune system, so i won't get sick that easily" he told you, and gave you quick smile to ease your worry "besides, the car is not far from here, so there is no need to worry master."
The sound of the rain filled your ears as you clutched your shopping bags close to your chest, trying to make sure none of the bought items would get wet from the rain. Lycaon on the other hand was already completely soaked, you felt bad for him as you glanced at him, hoping his prosthetics were rust resistant.
You made the mistake of letting your gaze wander lower, but once you noticed his wet shirt sticking to his muscled torso, the damage was already done. It reminded you of last night when you shamelessly checked him out, or the dream you had of him shortly after as you imagined letting your hands wander over his pecks and abs down to his- "Is everything alright? Am I walking to fast?" His voice rang out, totally catching you off guard "no no, everything is alright" you told him, casting your gaze back to the ground as you carefully took one step before the other in an attempt to not trip accidentally, your face burning from embarassment.
You couldn't help the thought invading your mind of how romantic this scene must look to an outside perspective. Like something straight out of that one romance movie you had picked up a while back from random play. Embarassingly imagining you and Lycaon in the main roles.
Secretly, Lycaon shared your thought. He didn't mind getting wet when it ment you wouldn't get sick. He'd do anything to ease your worries, from which you definitely had too many as of late. He was glad Rina wasn't here to witness his current predicament, being sure she would tease him mercilessly as she had done time and time again.
His feelings for you weren't a secret to his employees since he had made the decision to ask them for advice, albeit it not being one of his smartest as he remembered how Rina had pinched his cheek, swooning over how "the oh so stoic Sir Lycaon had fallen in love." Ellen hadn't been that great of a help either, telling him to "just ask her out bro" as she tipped away at her phone.
Surprisingly though, it was Corin who probably had the best advice for him. She had told him that "he shouldn't bury his feelings under professionalism, because that way being in love just won't feel good." Her maturity on the situation had really impressed him.
He had even asked master patheon for advice, since they noticed that he had been a bit distracted on their recent partnered commissions. Master Wise hadn't been able to help him much, having trouble finding love himself, while Master Belle has had quite a similar reaction to Rina as she handed him a romance movie she had dug out of a box behind the counter a few minutes prior.
Even though he was thankfull for their advice, he had not taken Belle up on her offer. So now imagine how suprised he had been when you showed up with the exact same movie just two days later. It seems he would have to have a little chat with Master Belle the next time he visited sixth street.
He cringed as he felt water run down his back. He hoped that the streets weren't too packed so both of you wouldn't waste any time on your way back to your shared abode. He desperately needed a shower before the Gala.
After a while you two finally reached the car and made your way back to the vacation home. It seems Lycaon's prayer had been heared, since traffic hadn't been much of an issue.
Lycaon sighed as he wringed out his tail, a few drops of water splashing onto the pavement of the driveway. You had told him to stay put while you went to grab him a towel. He sat on the front steps as he chuckled at the irony that a glass of water last night hadn't been enough to extinguish this fire of lust in his stomach, so the universe send him an entire rain shower. It was admittedly awfully dramatic and over the top, but it seemed to have worked.
"Here you go" you put the towel over his head, shortly obscuring his vision. "Thank you for earlier, you're a real gentleman" you said, gently rubbing the towel over his head as he tried to memorize the feeling of your touch, dispite the towel being in the way "It is my duty, master" he said "still-" you gently butted in, now crouched in front of him as you looked into his eye "don't push yourself to much" you said and he let out an amused huff, wanting to say "you're one to talk" but deciding against it.
You gently cupped his wet cheek and he felt his heart skip several beats "you're very cold" you exclaimed and he swallowed thickly, as he accidentally caught a glimpse of your cleavage "I think you should take a shower and warm yourself up" you said and he nodded. You grabbed the shopping bags and made your way into the house, leaving Lycaon as he tried to ignore the feeling growing in his crotch.
Nevermind, not even the rain had helped.
---~---
5:00 pm
Only one more hour until the gala.
Standing in front of a mirror, Lycaon gave some small adjustments to his appearance, using a lint roller to clean his new suit of any stray hair that could possibly be stuck to it. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, it is not often that he attended such a big and important event.
As he heard the faint clicking of your high heels, he wondered how you must feel, all eyes will be on you tonight after all since it is not often that you show yourself in public.
He fixed his tie as he noticed your reflection in the mirror "do you have a moment" the sight of you almost took his breath away, you looked even better than earlier, your hair neatly done and a gorgeous pair of earrings hanging from your ears, a small purse clutched under your arm and a lipstick so gorgeous, it made your lips appear even more kissable. "Could you help me with my necklace please" you asked him and, he obliged immediately, taking the filigree accessory in his clawed hands.
He was reminded of earlier when you had asked him to help you with your dress, even more so when you gently move your hair to the side, once again exposing your neck and shoulder to him. He swallowed thickly, eyes focusing on the tender skin as he thought how pretty a hickey would look on you.
You seemed to notice his dilemma when you looked at his reflection in the mirror, but you misunderstand his thought process, writing off his expression as mere nervousness "wait, I wanted to give you something" you told him, gently reaching for his arm and he halted his movement, waiting for you to carry on.
You opened a drawer and pulled out a black box in which you searched for something, then took a step back when it seems you have found what you have been looking for.
"Here hold still" you took a step closer to him and reached for his tie, gently attaching a golden tie clip to it. You were so close in this moment. He wanted to embrace you like he did yesterday, but this time he wouldn't let go, wanting to hold you forever in his arms. "There, now you're all set" you said, one of his ears flicking in curiosity which you seemed to understand "it's a family heirloom, I thought it would suit you perfectly" you explained, and his gaze falls on the golden accessory. He was at awe that you were so willing to lend him such an important item, as he gently traced it with a clawed hand.
"Look at us, we're totally in partner look!" you said smugly, patting him on the shoulder. When he looked into the mirror, however, all he noted was how perfect you two look together. Corin's words found their way into his mind again.
Of how he shouldn't bury his feelings under professionalism, because that way being in love wouldn't feel good, and he agreed. Even if it's just another fantasy, maybe he could think that you and him were going on a date tonight.
Tonight, he was going to fully enjoy spending time with you, and he was going to fully enjoy being in love with you.
"Partner look indeed."
---~---
Part 3 ->
Part 3
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has
-> to be continued.
So the story is coming along quite well, and it's honestly super interessting how you can always find new ideas to add to it.
I unironically have the entire fanfiction sitting patiently in my notes, and whenever i work on a new part, i take a part from it and rewrite it a little, just to smooth out the wrinkles so to speak.
But, that doesn't mean i'm already completely done with the fanfiction cuz that part is still missing, wink wink nudge nudge.
As always, part 3 will probably drop in a week from now.
In the meantime here is a little something something, think nothing of it.
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.
Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)
Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.
Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, slight suggestive themes at the end.
Angst, Sexism (Not by Lycaon), slight racism (Not by Lycaon), jealousy, reader is lowkey burned out.
Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, pls go easy on me. (T^T)
Yes, this fanfiction WILL contain Nsfw in the future.
I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.
This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.
I did not intent for this fic to become so long, that i had to split it into different parts. But i'm lowkey kinda happy how it turned out.
Sorry for any possible mistakes. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. also, don't mind me adding a drawing i made just for vibes.
Enjoy!
Lycaon has been your personal attendant for over a year now, attending to your every wish and request dutifully while you were busy handling your business.
At first Lycaon thought this was just going to be a job like any other, only to be proven wrong rather quickly. To say that both of you hit it off right away would be a slight understatement, it was shocking how good you two got along and understood eachother.
You impressed him with your steadfastness and professionalism when it came to your business. Something that seemed to resonate with him, and not only because your company specializes in custom-made prosthetics for humans and thirens alike. Even though this was what originally caught his attention, since his own mechanical legs were quite difficult to overlook.
Said mechanical legs were also the reason what made him so invested to support you where he could. A wish to see you succeed because your work greatly benefited other people - people just like him.
When you one day asked him if he could accompany you for a business trip to meet potential new investors, he accepted immediately without a second thought.
So with your ever so attentive right hand always by your side, you got in your car and were on your way.
---~---
Lycaon wanted to make your trip as enjoyable and comfortable for you as he possibly could, this is what you hired Victoria housekeeping for after all. Making sure your every desire was satisfied, and your every wish fulfilled was his duty to you...
So now imagine his sheer discontent at the current situation as he was forced to watch you awkwardly eat, or at least tried to eat the food you had on your plate without it coming back up.
"Caviar, what a pretentious meal" he had thought, clearly he would have made something better for you instead of whatever your plate was currently punishing you with. But the awful food wasn't the only thing what made this meal so infuriating, but rather the person on the other side of the table. A rich business man who had invited you to dinner a day prior to the planned gala which was the main reason of your trip.
If it were him, he would have declined the invitation. However, you hoped to draw a benefit out of the invitation - wanting to win this new investor for your cause.
Yesterday he had respected, if not even praised you for your decision. But right now he hoped you would throw your plate at said investor's face, good manners be damned. The short man, who barely didn't reach to Lycaon's chest, was ranting on and on about his achievements, trying oh so desperately to impress you on a more private level instead of the professional setting his earlier sent, very formal invitation was supposed to set up. And what was even more painful was not this poor excuse of a meal, or the way that man's voice hurt in Lycaon's ears, it was the way how he treated you.
He has interrupted you at least 5 times now, shooting down any of your advances to steer the conversation into what you were originally here for, and he grew more frustrated by the second.
"Of course I'm aware of the common folk's suffering, I myself invested a pretty penny in the research of joint and hip replacements, even going as far as to pay for a dozen surgeries for people who couldn't afford it, out of my own pocket i might add" He bragged, clearly nothing more than empty words in an attempt to woe you.
"That's wonderful, I'm glad you see the importance of our cause, I'm thankful that you want to support us as an investor-" you once again tried to redirect the conversation... "naturally I couldn't say no to such a stunning young Lady such as yourself" ...but once again failed.
Lycaons ear flicked in annoyance as your host continued to shamelessly flirt with you, while he was forced to listen.
Even though it is shameful and rather scandalous for Lycaon to admit, he has indeed developed feelings for you.
Feelings that go far beyond that of those an attendant should have for their employer but he couldn't help himself but be in awe of you. Of how you're able to be so strong and yet so kind, so strict and yet so graceful, so serious and yet so playful, the later a side only he gets to see when you allow him to indulge in the trust and friendship you have built with him.
And yet, both of you were once again forced to listen to another audition of your host's self-indulgent rambling.
"I was honestly surprised when you showed up earlier" he said suddenly, "how so?" You replied, politely putting down your fork as you reached for your drink hoping to wash the awful taste off your tongue it seems "In all honesty, I would have expected a man to show up instead of a woman" the man across from you spoke, and you grimaced clearly not only because of your drinks taste that was ordered for you by your host, insisting you drink some expensive wine with him, but also because of the sheer rudeness of the others answer. "Is that so?" You put down your glass and Lycaon had to supress a growl that threatened to escape his throat.
"Don't take this the wrong way sweetheart, it's just surprising nowadays to see a woman running a succesful business that doesn't include fashion or make-up" you briefly closed your eyes and took in a silent breath while Lycaon clenched his fist behind his back. "Times have definitely changed, Mr. Goldman" you replied, trying to stay polite despite the sexism thrown your way.
Lycaon on the other hand, tried to come up with any sort of excuse to get you out of this awful situation, clenching his jaw so painfully hard he was surprised his teeth didn't crack under the pressure. Clearly this man didn't see eye to eye with you, treating you like a trophy he's trying to win, completely disregarding and undermining your achievements and reducing you to nothing more than a pretty face.
How disgusting he thought.
"Please allow me to invite you to a party tonight, a pretty little thing like you would fit in just right" he shot a wink your way and Lycaon swore he saw you shudder for a moment. "But you can't bring him" Mr. Goldman said, using his fork to point at Lycaon. "Why does it bother you so?" You asked, now having completely abandoned the polite smile you wore just a few seconds ago. "It's a party of class of course, my apologies miss, but he doesn't fit in with the rest" Lycaon shot him a quick glare "he'd have to stay outside with the other pets" he felt his blood boiling, he's just about had it with this pretentious, condescending and sexist piece of shit.
However, he straightened his posture, remaining polite and professional. He gave you a quick glance as a silent way of asking for permission to make a break for the exit with you, maybe kicking that wimp across the room on his way out.
But his swirling thoughts were interrupted by you gently pushing your chair back and standing up.
"My apologies but I'm afraid I won't be able to attend then..." you spoke firm but still polite "...Lycaon is to remain by my side" you spoke and Lycaons heart skipped a beat. "Surely you can find someone else to accompany you for tonight miss y/n" your host argued, "I'm afraid not Mr. Goldman" you spoke, giving Lycaon a quick glance and the permission he needed.
With a small flash of satisfaction thrumming through his veins, he swiftly moved towards the door, opening it for you, "this way please." He said, bowing politely.
You grabbed your purse and made your way towards the door, making sure to give your was-host another glare on your way out. "Furthermore, Lycaon is not a pet" you said, not even trying to hide your discontent at the other's comment towards your companion.
"We'll see each other tomorrow at the gala, have a pleasant day Mr. Goldman" you replied as the door fell shut behind you and Lycaon.
---~---
The ride back to the vacation home you were currently residing in was quiet. Lycaon noticed that you seemed to be absorbed in your thoughts, possibly reflecting on anything that had happened.
He wanted to say something to ease your nerves, but couldn't find the right words. So instead, he opted to let you have the time you needed to wrap your head around the situation and how to act from here, since Mr. Goldman definitely didn't seem like a reliable support for your company or any other situation for that matter.
You came to a stop at a red light, and he couldn't help but glance at you again, at the way the sun cast a gentle glow on the features of your face and the way it almost seemed to make your hair shine in response to it's gentle rays of light. He once again finds himself greatly impressed by you, with the way you stood firmly to your standards and morals, how you remained patient and professional even though that filth didn't deserve an ounce of your kindness. However, more so than anything, it is the words you spoke at that moment that still vividly swirl in his mind,
"Lycaon is to remain by my side."
He loved the way you said it, perfectly capturing his own desire.
It is quite apparent to him that he no longer views his current situation as a job, he enjoys it way too much for that, and yet a small piece of his consciousness still berated him for acting like a love drunk puppy for so openly and unabashedly admiring you. You seemed to notice his gaze lingering on you and turned your head to look at him - but he had looked away just at that moment so you wouldn't notice how starstruck he appeared, at least he hoped you didn't. And yet, a small smile still found a way onto his lips.
He pulled into the driveway of your current abode, he felt glad to be back so early, despite the given turn of events at your "dinner."
While he got out, walking over to your side of the car to open the door for you, he already thought about what he could do to get your mind off that incident to at least make your day end on a positive Note.
Both of you entered the spacious place you and him called home for the time being. You sighed in relieve as you kicked off your high heels, whining at your terribly sore feet. You were glad this day was finally over, even though you felt all the more anxious about tomorrow's gala.
With your meteoric rise to fame also came a lot of pressure. The demand for your services and products rose daily. So much so that you had to expand your production efforts, almost doubling your expenses in the process. Dispite that, your manufacturing department was still slowly starting to get overwhelmed. However, the need for new employees couldn't be met without the necessary funding.
You made your way towards the kitchen, watching Lycaon as he was already preparing a proper dinner for you both. "Do you need help by any chance" you asked, even though you already knew the answer "I appreciate your offer master, but there is no need" yup, thought so "why don't you sit down in the livingroom and relax master, you had a straining day, and deserve a break." He said, shifting his attention back to cooking, "I shall inform you once dinner is ready"
Lycaon has always been that way, ever since he'd started working for you. But the more time you two spend together, the closer you two became, forming quite the strong friendship with eachother. Even though you hoped it would be more than that.
If you're being fully honest, you had developed a crush on the wolfish gentleman for quite some time now.
Okay, it might be more than just a little crush with the way he makes your heart race when he looks at you, or your head all dizzy with euphoria when he speaks with you while his deep voice still sends pleasant shivers down your spine.
He was easy to talk to and always had an open ear. Even though you did feel guilty by the way he was constantly spoiling you, wanting absolutely nothing more in return than your smile. In return, you started to praise him where you could, swooning over the way his ears tend to flick or the way his tail would wag a little, subtly portraying his feelings to you dispite his efforts to stay professional. You enjoyed when he was happy, so much so that you would always have to fight the urge to ask him if he would allow you to pet him.
"Dinner is served master"
---~---
After dinner, you found yourself sitting at the small bar of your kitchen. A glass martini Lycaon prepared for you in your hand as you engaged in riveting conversation with him, gossiping about your shared experience with Mr. Goldman as he did the dishes.
"And that awful vest of his? Olive green with orange? I don't think" you laughed and Lycaon secretly preened at the sound. "I was terribly tempted to throw my drink at him let me tell you, a shot of red would have been nothing short of a favor" you replied, and he nodded fully agreeing "unfortunately it wouldn't have made his face any more tolerable" he responded "much less his nasty attitude." Lycaon was still very sour of the other man's behaviour towards you. However, he felt his heart soaring when he remembered how you had stood up for him. "Well, to be fair, it sure would have distracted from it at least." You said before chugging the rest of your drink "even if it would have enraged him?" He asked, putting a clean plate to the side as he grabbed the next. You chuckled, "And even so, I can always count on you to protect me, can I not?" His tail began to wag a little at your words, and you were satisfied with yourself at his reaction, "Absolutely, master."
"Still, I applaud you for staying as calm as you did" Lycaon admitted, and you let out a sigh, his ears immediately perking up at the sound. "My apologies if I'm prying master" he turned his head to look at you, your own resting in your hand, "are you nervous about tomorrow's gala?" He asked, slight concern shining through his oh so polished demeanor.
"A little bit, not gonna lie" you admitted, "I just hope there won't be more people like him at the gala tomorrow" you said. A silence coming over you, rage still bubbling in your gut when you remembered how Mr. Goldman had compared Lycaon to a pet. "Eh, and even so, I hope they have better food at least" you said "I mean, caviar? Really? That's way too cliché" he smiled, concerned at you spacing out but still glad to know you shared the same opinion as him.
He was aware of your worries.
Your financial situation being the topic at every meeting, and he worried greatly for your health as he watched you plunge yourself into your work, day after day without a break. He remembered the days when he had to force you to take a break, sleep or even eat something. He desperately wanted to save you from the burnout that slowly creeped up on you.
"I think I'll be hitting the hay" you said through a yawn, getting up from where you'd been sitting. Lycaon looked at you as he pondered how he could ease your worries, even if just for a little.
He dried off his hands and walked around the kitchen counter, "could you spare one more moment for me, master?" He asked, and you turned around, seeing him approaching. "Of course, what's up?" He didn't speak, instead he moved and gently pulled you into an embrace.
It wasn't restraining nor unpleasant, it was comforting and warm as you felt his arms wrap around you. "Don't worry master, I'm sure your hard work will pay off at tomorrow's gala" he spoke, low and gentle. You hugged him back, hearing faint rustling which you suspected to be his wagging tail.
Both of you pulled back, as this tender moment you and Lycaon shared slowly came to an end, even tho neither of you wanted it to. Both of you decided to retire for the night, tomorrow would be a straining day for the both of you after all.
Sleep would come quickly for you thanks to that bit of alcohol in your system, while Lycaon would lay awake for just a little longer, thinking about you as he tried to memorize the way you felt in his arms, letting this one certain sentence replay in his mind once again as he drifted off to sleep.
Lycaon is to remain by my side.
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Everything was still dead silent as your eyes cracked open. You blinked a few times, wondering what time it was as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. Glancing at the display, as the discomfort from the sudden brightness slowly faded.
You sighed heavily as you looked at the daunting digits, solidifying your suspicion.
3:27 am
You tossed and turned, but couldn't find the comforting sleep you yearned for. Your stomache growled and you pondered going for a midnight snack.
With a sigh, you sat up and stretched, cringing at the cracking sound of your joints. Rubbing your eyes, you swung your legs out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a much-needed midnight snack.
You cussed out the sandman for once again having ghosted you as you rounded the corner, a flash of white catching your eye, and you stopped. Even though you knew that Lycaon was definitely an early bird type of person, you still didn't expected to find him standing in the kitchen at the same ungodly hour. The soft light of the opened refrigerator filling the room as you peaked around the corner, taking in his appearance.
It was surprising to see your wolfish butler, who was normally so professional and serious about how he presented himself to others, stumble shirtless and rather sleep dazed through the kitchen. His mechanical feet clacking on the ground and his tail swishing behind him as he moved around.
Never in the entire time he has worked for you have you ever seen him out of uniform, and the more you took in his disheveled appearance and his strong and muscular body, the less you seemed to care to admit that he was painfully handsome.
Ah hell, smocking hot would be a better fit. Naturally you assumed he was working out, but you had no idea your personal attendant was this ripped. You felt a bit embarrassed as you continued gawk at your friend and buttler's biceps and abs. You caught a glimpse of his teeth as he yawned, further noticing how different he looked without his muzzle and eye patch.
You let your gaze wander down to his prosthetics, slowly seeming to sober up, as you wondered what had happened to him that left him in such a state. From missing arms to missing legs, you had encountered your fair share of injuries since starting your business, but never had you asked what had happened before. Neither your clients and especially not Lycaon not wanting to pry into his past. Too afraid of accidentally offending him by reopening past wounds, and yet you couldn't help but wonder how he must feel. loosing one leg must be traumatizing enough, but both?
He closed the refrigerator and the sound of it ripped you out of your trance. You watched him as he scratched the back of his neck seemingly making his way back to bed, and you hoped that sleep still had enough of a grasp on him that he wouldn't notice your presence.
You decided to carefully make your way back to your bedroom as well, as not to embarrass him with a sudden entrance while he was so scarcely dressed. You hoped to actually find sleep again because you couldn't help the feeling that tomorrow would be an awfully difficult day.
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Part 2 ->
Part 2
Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has
Listen,
When i tell you that I absolutely did not mean to make this fanfiction this long.
At first it was supposed to be a oneshot, but as it so happens, i got absolutely carried away. And after +2k words i realized that i might wanna split this fanfiction up, cuz ain't nobody on tumblr wanna read an entire essay.
Also, it's the way how anxious i am uploading this help. Let's hope it's gonna be a positive experience, otherwise i might admit myself to psychiatric care asap.
Anyways,
thank your for reading, i hope it was to your liking.
Part 2 will probably drop next Friday cuz i need time to make a new drawing.
Btw. Here is a quick doodle just for shitt's and giggles.
