Having accessories on that jingle while you have sex with him makes him develop a pavlovian response, now every time your jewelry makes noise, he can't help how fast he pops a boner.
Manato's ears and tails stiffen in place as he feels his pants tighten, he can't meet your eyes, even that reminds him of how hot you looked while you were sucking him off, face beet red while you poke him for answers. Because of his ears, he picks up the jingling of your jewelry even more intensely, bouncing his leg up and down as you're telling Yuzuha some sort of story, he can't focus on anything but how good your lips look right now and how good they looked stretched around his dick. He does his best to not show it, fails, and hugs you from behind to make you feel how badly he wants you.
Lycaon coughs to clear up his mind and focus, you're telling him about a new café that opened up, has delicious menus and— god his ears can't stop twitching, his tail barely staying in place as you keep making excited movements with your body, the sound flashing a memory of you clinging to his neck desperately as he fucked your brains out on your bed, your clothes torn off and your body covered in claw marks, you looked so— he blinks himself out of the thought before it gets worse, but you do notice his tail wagging way too hard, and how tense he is the whole day.
Hugo's smile twitches as he's sitting with you on your bed, you're playing some sort of adventure game with your switch and those damn bracelets won't stop jingling. Just like how the sound made it even more erotic while you were stroking him off after you just gave him a blowjob, his moans had become so pathetic, he melted under your touch, let himself be vulnerable like he never dared to before as you kept stroking him with that punishing pace and— he's pulled out of his thoughts as you cheer for yourself, you finally beat that boss. His hands slowly circle your waist as he buries his head on the juncture of your neck, "Mmm, will you pay attention to me now?"
Lighter can't focus, you're showing him two different graphic t-shirts, you two had been out shopping when it just hit him. The way you're explaining how good both of the t-shirts look as you shove them into his face, the way your necklace keeps dangling— like how it was hovering over his face as you were riding him, your hands squeezing his pecs as you slammed your hips down on his thick cock, his head spinning as he grunts your name and digs his nails into your thigh to keep himself from losing himself in you— he coughs into the back of his hand, at your confused look he just shakes his head a little, "I'll get both of them for you."
Harumasa's hold on your hand tightens out of nowhere as you were running to the new ice cream store that just opened up, you turned to look at him— his face is beet red, refusing to make eye contact with you. The jingle of your bracelets as you were skipping around, holding his hand, is much too reminiscent of the sound the same bracelets made as he was fucking into you on his bed just yesterday. Your hands had circled around his neck, your nails, and bracelets digging into his skin as he watched you come undone just from his dick pounding into you, burying his cum deep inside as he finishes with your name spilling from his lips with a high-pitched whine, you looked so gorgeous then— "Harumasa! I'm asking you what you want to order!" you huffed, he blinked as your voice cut through the flash of memory, his other hand went to his throat out of nervous habit, his blush spreading to his ears and neck, "Yeah… yeah just order whatever you'd like for me, I don't mind."
content: fluff. really, just fluff. discussion of canon prosthetics, references to previous trauma.
Lighter →
Lighter cobbles sleep together in pieces. He dozes off on his feet during gatherings or hooks his legs up over the handlebars of his bike to steal a few precious moments. Anything longer than a nap is playing with fire. That's when dreams creep in, smoke curling under the frame of a door he keeps firmly shut, suffocating, til he wakes up in a cold sweat, clawing at the chain around his neck, clinging to dogtags so they don't burn into his skin.
It's best when he's pushed himself to his limit. Dreams don't come when's he's too exhausted to think past his next step. He stumbles back home, limbs heavy and body weary, and collapses face down onto his bed fully dressed. Come morning, he'll regret not taking the time to peel himself out of his clothes. He'll regret his blood-crusted knuckles and the lingering stiffness in his bad arm - but never enough to trade them for his nightmares.
That habit didn't change when you found your way into his bed. You can nag and insist all you want, but there's no avoiding it. He'll drag himself in at the dead of night and flop right down onto you. No shower. Just the sheer weight of him—sweaty and exhausted, the throat-burning stench of the hollow clinging to him—flattening you into the mattress.
Lighter snores. Swears up and down that he doesn't, ears turning crimson the second you bring it up. He's not shaking the house down or anything, but it's loud enough to rattle his cool guy image. He drools, too - especially when he manages to knock out for more than his usual sparse hours. You'll wake up with a wet patch on your shirt if you let him stay asleep on top of you.
His number one sleep position, though? Little spoon. He makes excuses about it - because this way he can still face the door, see? It's safer. He promises. It has nothing to do with how good it feels to have you wrapped around him, head pressed between his shoulders. It has nothing to do with being held, with your palm over his heart like it's something sacred.
When you fall asleep against his shoulder, he freezes. He's stuck in time. It's a crime for him to move — because what if he wakes you? What if he shifts and you slip away from his side? He'd never let you fall. Of course not. But if he jostles you too much, then you'll never lean against his side again.
He's the sort of sap that gets emotional when you're sleepy around here. He's heard all the anecdotal evidence about feeling sleepy around people you trust and he buys into it. You trust him. That's why you're sound asleep, head on his shoulder. He trusts you. That's why, when his eyes grow heavy and his back aches from holding still too long, he lets himself rest his head against yours.
Rina →
Sleep hygiene is just as important as regular hygiene, and if you try to bend the rules when Rina is in your bed, you'll get more than just a lecture.
Phone on the nightstand, in do-not-disturb. One singular alarm - none of this six plus nonsense. She's up before your alarm anyway. Sheer force of habit; you thought you might someday glimpse her with her hair undone, gazing longingly out the window in her flowing nightgown, a specter to haunt any passerby who turns their gaze her way. If she does any haunting in the dead of night, she keeps it carefully hidden from you. You start to think it's much more likely that she takes the recommendation for a full, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep extremely seriously.
Rina has the most elaborate pillow set up in the world. A body pillow, a neck pillow, a pregnancy pillow — this is just her first line of defense against bed bugs and charley horses. Her pillows are all on rotation, all prompty replaced every six months — there's even little cushions for her wrists.
Rina, of course, knows how overwhelming all of this can be. She forsakes her comforts the first few times you spend the night with her. These things take time. You would be overwhelmed if she rearranged your bed on the first night. Poor thing. She knows she has to be patient with you. You rest your head on her chest and she coils herself around you bit by bit. Her legs wedge between yours. You hadn't anticipated that she would be quite so clingy — and you're correct. Rina is simply focused on ensuring her knees have the proper support and spacing while she sleeps on her side. The deeper into sleep you fall, the more her arms tighten. You make for a fine (albeit temporary) replacement for her pillow arsenal.
Gradually, she introduces her pillows back into your bed. They appear one at a time, each an apparition that pops into existence while you're out at work. Explaining the use would be too obvious. It would expose her pillow-based scheme. Instead, she demonstrates their proper use each night, expecting you to pick it up subconsciously.
"Let me tidy up for you," she insists. You can only turn down the offer so many times before you start to rationalize it. Maybe this is how she shows her love. Maybe it's acts of service off and on the clock, and words of affirmation wrapped around you the second you stepped in the door. A warm shawl knit from praise, a hot mug of tea pressed to your hands.
Her true intent is, of course, to intertwine her belongings and habits seamlessly with your own. You don't realize it until the conquest is complete — until your bedroom has been transformed into a fluffy haven.
"Ah, yes," you drone, propping yourself up on an elbow to watch Rina pile her hair into a satin wrap. "Me. My girlfriend. And this brick wall she's built between us."
"A down wall," Rina corrects. She leans across the pillow dividing you to kiss your temple. "Would you like to cuddle before bed?"
Of course you do. Even if you're going to wake up to a pillow wedged between you, you'll fall asleep curled up in each other.
Yanagi ->
For a while, you thought she just didn't like you that much. She kept rescheduling nights at your place, kept having work emergencies that made her leave early, taking her spend-the-night bag with her. You understood - honestly, you did. She's a busy woman, she's got a kid, the whole nine yards. You wouldn't still be there if you expected things to move at your pace.
But it was starting to feel purposeful. So one night, holding her bag out to her while she slipped back into her heels and pinned her hair up, you just ripped the bandaid off. Was this going anywhere? Was there something wrong? If she didn't want to sleep over yet, she could just say that - no need for pretend, no need to bring along props or plan out the night.
Yanagi fumbles with her words. She fidgets, adjusts her glasses, strokes her hair back. You brace yourself for the inevitable, for the 'this isn't working'. She says your name lowly. Lamplight gleams off her glasses.
She confesses with all the seriousness of a general sending you to your death:
She has to have noise to sleep.
That's all. She acted like it was a big deal, said she understood if you would rather sleep in separate rooms — or, perhaps, not even together at all. She's flustered when you remind her that ear plugs exist— that this, in the grand scheme of things, is nothing. You can accommodate that.
The next time your schedules (and the stars) align, you march her back to the bedroom to show off your fancy new white noise machine. 33 different sounds. High fidelity stereo sound. You flick through a few different options, wiggling your fingers and waiting for her review.
It takes months for her to introduce you to Soukaku, and even longer for a proper sleepover at her place. After it all settled into routine, you found that Yanagi's bed was frequently abandoned in favor of the couch. Rather than keep you awake with tossing and turning, she folds the covers back over you, turns off the sound machine (moved from your apartment to hers permanently) and escapes into the TV's low drone.
Some nights, you wake alone. You can piece together the order of events. Yanagi fled the bed first. She untangled herself from the both of you, placed the covers back - tucked you in, even, if the covers at your back are any indication. Then, Soukaku - hair mussed, yawning big, pushing at her eyes and blearily calling for Nagi from the bedroom door. She would have clambered out of her bed, left the covers a mess behind her.
If you sleep through Soukaku's calls, you'll slip out of bed at brink of dawn to find both of them asleep on the couch. The TV plays a compilation of old infomercials, casts them a flickering glow. Yanagi sits upright, glasses askew, Soukaku passed out with her head on her thigh.
You slip her glasses from her face and settle onto her opposite side. Your head nestles against her, throw blanket carefully arranged over the three of you. You need to get a larger blanket, you think. This, too, you can accommodate.
Lycaon ->
Big. Fluffy. Warm.
That's what you anticipated. It's not quite what you got.
You wake up with fur in your mouth. A cold, wet nose presses below the hinge of your jaw has you shuddering awake. You squirm and he has the audacity to huff - as if he hadn't just wrested you out of sleep. His arms tighten around your waist, drag you closer, maw hooking over your shoulder to anchor you there.
"Not yet," Lycaon grouses. It's his (only slightly) more dignified version of 'five more minutes'.
His finesse unspools behind closed doors. He lets you pick at the buckles of his restraints one by one until he's unbound before you. Late nights are for catching up. The petals of his flowered language fall away while he removes his prosthetics and carries out his nightly routine.
All the irritants and complaints of the day, the little things he had brushed off, the small moments he had smothered a smile at — he lays it all at your feet while he brushes his tail. You swap stories until he's curled around you, his voice and words gradually roughened. Even with his prosthetics off, he manages to envelop you. His tail is insistent, tucked around you, swishing and lashing — emotive for the first time all day.
God help you if you have to get up in the middle of the night. He's a light sleeper, and he prefers to have you in his arms through the night. He's grumbling when you stir, grip tightening, only releasing you when you insist. And if you take too long? There's a very sleepy, very ruffled, very grouchy wolf thiren watching you from the doorway. He guides you back to bed with a hand between your shoulders. No more detours. Just because he can sleep without you doesn't mean he would choose to.
He's not quite the morning person you would think he is; once he's up, he's golden. Put together and professional, ready for the day. In those early hours, though, his voice is still scratchy. He yawns, tongue curling, jaw clicking shut. The alarm clock has nearly rattled off the nightstand by the time his big paw smacks it silent. He shakes the sleep off, ears slapping with the force of it, and even then, he's still groggy and grouchy well into his routine.
On rare mornings where he has nowhere to be, he rests his muzzle against the pillow and watches you go about your routine. He's still, save for the occasional swish of his tail and the prick of his ears. He'll be up in just a moment. He swears it. He just wants to soak in a little more time like this, to bask in the sun on his fur, in your easy, unhurried motions. Allow him this indulgence before he picks up everything he had laid down the night before.
Hugo →
Of course, by the time you're out of the shower, he will have put himself together — bound up for the day, looking professional and well-groomed while he tends to breakfast. He saves his tail bindings for last. How else would you get to watch it wag when you step into the room?
Hugo is the king of microsleeps. Genuinely, he could fall asleep anywhere.
Can and will sleep with his eyes open. It's awful. You'll be talking to him, thinking wow — he's so engaged with this story. Can't wait to hear his insights. Surely he has some revolutionary pearl of wisdom to share.
And then you'll see it - the way his eyes suddenly sharpen, the way his they flutter as he blinks the sleep back. Somehow, fresh out of sleep, he's raring to go. No grogginess, no nothing — just mild surprise that you're before him now. He knows you hate it, too, and deliberately leans into it to get on your nerves. "Well, hello — when did you get here?"
He's been known to fall asleep mid-conversation — especially if you're chatting with Vivian. It's his favorite white noise. The steady chatter, the soft peals of laughter - you're both close by, safe. His head tips back, arms folded loosely across his chest. He doesn't shift, doesn't make a sound. He's a silent, still sleeper, would be perfectly at home in a coffin.
It's hard to stay mad at him for falling asleep (and he knows it) because, frankly, he doesn't adhere to a regular sleep schedule. Between his above board, legit practices and his less-than-savory business ventures, he runs himself ragged. He's grown to appreciate it. Hugo feels restless without something to work towards. Sleep comes easier when he's filled his days with his ambitions and his limbs are heavy from the effort.
Still — there's a peace that comes over him when he truly sleeps. His features soften. That ever-present vigilance falls slack. You brush the hair from his face and there's no teasing comment, no snatching your wrist. Just the subtle lean into your touch, his most vulnerable self craving the contact. He will never truly slow down, but in moments like these you can imagine a future where he's content. Where he dozes like this regularly and the bags under his eyes have disappeared entirely.
Surprisingly, he's not prone to nightmares — not ones that he remembers, anyway. Sometimes he'll wake with nothing but dread and a cold sweat. Hugo centers himself with tactile sensation, with temperature. He kicks the covers off of himself, tucks them in around you to keep you insulated from his sudden downturn in mood. He shuffles into the kitchen, finds himself making a hot drink and an ice water just to alternate sips of them.
You'll have to drag him to bed most nights. Hugo lies as easy as he breathes. He'll be right there, he swears it. You leave the lamp on, wait for her to crawl into bed next to you. Before you know it, you've passed out with the lamp on. You stir hours after he promised to come to sleep, to see him with his hand on the switch, caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
He's easily most likely to let his personal care habits slack. As a result, the top drawer of your nightstand has become an emergency stash. He stumbles to bed, looks a little too pale, words a little too slow and slurred, and you're practically launching a packet of fruit snacks at his face.
Manato →
A veritable jungle gym of a man. The kids swing from his arms and climb all over him, only to tire themselves out and crash, curled into his side, cheeks squished against his chest. He doesn't let it stop him from carrying about his day. He curls his arms around them, balances them where they lay and lets them snooze away while he runs errands.
It's not uncommon to see Manato heading back from the store, sleeping kid in one arm and a mountain of groceries in the other. His steps smooth unconsciously, gait gliding, rocking them further to sleep. It's as easy as breathing, second nature to keep them comfortable when they're bundled up against him.
Manato's the kind of partner to recognize when you need a break and enforce it. If you're walking around dead on your feet, then it's his job to get you to rest. It's not always right away, but when he realizes it — whether your social battery is completely drained or you're just exhausted — he's leaning close, his voice a low rumble. "You ready to go?"
And if you insist that you can stay, that you're not tired, that's cool. He'll respect that for all of about ten minutes. Then he's bumping you with his shoulder, the question evaporated from his voice. "I'm ready to go."
You can cling to him like the kids, too, if you want. Shoes hurt your feet? Just too tired to stand? He's crouching down, waiting for you to climb onto his back. It doesn't matter if you're big or small. What, you think he can't carry you? That's just gonna make him carry you harder. Or, well — more often. He adapts that same smooth, steady gait as he navigates back home. You'll be lucky if the warmth, the steady pulse of his heart, and the easy pace he sets doesn't lull you to sleep before you've even crossed the threshold.
He'll flop down on top of you on request, but he finds it… not weird. Well, a little weird. He's just concerned. He's muttering 'can you even breathe?' while you're smothered by his weight. It's secure, it's cozy, yeah — whatever you say. He's not buying it.
Manato would much rather you sleep on top of him. (Hypocrite.) It just makes sense. His chest is broad, see? And you're always saying how warm he is, so you probably don't even need a blanket. You can squirm, can toss and turn all you like. It doesn't particularly bother him. He's your favorite nap spot, after all. He's more than content to stretch out on the couch with you firmly in place. His thick arms act as guard rails to keep you from spilling out onto the floor when you shift. He's not hearing any apologies, either. The kids are way worse than this.
Besides. When you plop down on him like that, you're going to be there for a while. He shows you post after post on his phone — often from the forums, but sometimes he just uses it as your daily catch up. Why text you every funny thing he comes across when he knows he'll have a captive audience? This way, he can see your reactions for himself.
𝅄 ; synopsis : von lycaon is a true gentleman, he would never act on his selfish desires on his master. that is until mating season rolls around…
𝅄 ; warnings : 18+ , knotting , mating press , mentions of breeding “pregnancy and pups” , p in v , unprotected sex , light predator x prey , slight dubcon but everything is consensual , animalistic urges , slight fluff at the end
𝅄 ; a/n : my first fic on this account, i do hope you enjoy! my requests are open of course. not proofread ; sorry for any errors!
NEW ERIDU, is home to many individuals and home to many different factions. One of those being Victoria Housekeeping . You found yourself at the mercy of those individuals from time to time, especially the ever so proper Von Lycaon. A gentleman through and through , who isn’t afraid of protecting his dear master from the depths of the hollows where you often find yourself after conducting research.
Now, you knew better not to get too involved in any of his personal business, but when he sent a sudden notice of absence it worried you. Why on earth would he need to leave? For how long? What was wrong with him? You had to know, as his close friend and well.. esteemed patron. That’s what lead you to meet at the place you knew would have your answers. Strangely enough, none of the girls were home either, not even Ms Alexandrina.
It sent a shiver down your spine as you crept through the empty halls, it was silent..eerie. It was almost perfect for their faction at least but even for them this seemed a little far fetched. A little too silent for your liking. You could hear the way your heel clicked and clacked against the concrete floor beneath you. It was dark, the sun set a while ago..the moon shined bright through one of the cracked windows, the cold hair caused your hairs to raise and goosebumps to form. Why was everything suddenly so much scarier?
You just needed to find Lycaon and deliver the basket of treats you made for him , to hopefully quell whatever illness he described in his latest message as to why he had to be distant for a while. You turned the corner, only a few feet away from the room of the wolf thiren when you heard a growling. It pierced through your ears as the only thing breaking the eerie silence, that and now your increased heartbeat. You gasp, It sounded like he was in pain.. you didnt want him to feel pain anymore! You were just here to help.
You pick up the pace almost speed walking to his door, it was locked. You turn the handle again and again, calling out to him to let you in! To let you cure his sickness. Oh how naive and ignorant you are. The wolf was no longer the pristine and well groomed man you usually met , but more an untamed beast of pure and undeniable lust. The door swung open, almost off its hinges as he towered above you. Did he get taller? His chest was exposed, his once clean attire was discarded in rags behind him. He panted , his fangs almost dripping in saliva as he looked at you like you were his meal.
You didnt know why your legs burned as you ran away from the beast, you didn’t even know why you were running to begin with. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, no less giving you a lead. You knew Lycaon could catch up to you if he truly wanted to. But this wasn’t Lycaon this was someone—something else. You blanked, which way did you come from? Where were you? You made the mistake of standing idle while an animal hunted you. His breathing was ragged in your ear as his clawed hand tightened around you waist yet he didnt hurt you, in fact it was the opposite.
“Stay.” He finally spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable as the rest of his appearance. His fur was unkept, his eyes were almost completely black as he stared down at you..but the small part of him was still there- that still wanted to protect you, his master. He knew exactly how to, he knew how to protect you from everyone else, everyone who wasn’t him—every other thiren or human out there who dared to claim you. No. He would do it first before them all.
Completely compromised, you’re almost forced in position with your face touching the hard cold floor and his hands forcibly tearing apart your garments. You squeal, you try and break free and tell Lycaon to calm down! Your pleads fall deaf to his ears, the only sense he can make out is your scent. Arousal, fear.. it was a deadly mix for a wolf, it made him crave you more. His hands were somehow soft against your plush skin, playing with the fat of your thighs as he forced your body in every position he could until he was satisfied. You couldn’t help but feel your core leak at the sight of him when you’re finally on your back. His cock was large and swelling, pulsing over your entrance as he tried to hold back every urge he could until he knew you were ready.
His long digits found way into your core, it stun as he dragged them in and out, you knew you needed more than this you needed him. “Ly—Lycaon” You’d call, forcing him to throw out every thought telling him to take his time. You needed him as he needed you, and who was he to deny his master their desire? He almost couldn’t resist when your walls clamped around his thick member, his saliva dripped down onto your exposed chest- coating your mounds with the liquid as his hand came up to massage it in. His pace began slowly, he still cared of course. You could feel everything, every thrust, every twitch—you could feel it all.
Gradually he sped up, he started to thrust at an unforgiving pace, his moans breathless and mixing with your downright pornographic voice, he never felt so much pleasure in his life—all that buildup truly meant something now that he can unload everything he had into you, yes, yes hed give you his all. He would fill you to the brim and get you nice and pregnant with his kin—with his pups. You could do that right?
“you-you will mother..mother my kin—wont you master?” He purred, his tongue lapping at your neck as he started to fuck you like an animal- like the beast he truly was. You could barely speak back, your brain was practically mush at this point. You could only cling to the little you could as your poor cunt got abused by his unforgiving pace. His knot began to swell against the base of his cock, you could feel it prodding at your entrance— no, you couldn’t take this! Not when you could barely take his cock. That didn’t matter to Lycaon though, you would take it whether you liked it or not. His hands came to your thighs yet again but this time to force them beside your head, your teary eyed fucked out face only urged him on.
“yes—yes! take my knot.. my beloved-! my master—please, please let me in..” He’d growl before biting down on your neck , you scream as you feel that familiar burst of energy shock through you- the slick from your cum and arousal created the perfect substance for his knot to slide inside of you..filing you to the brim with his cum. He licked at your neck as his tail wagged behind him furiously.. he finally found someone suitable for his kin.. for his love..for his desires to be fulfilled.
He couldn’t let you go now, not even long after he calmed down. In reality, he was terrified on seeing you now that he was in the right state of mind..what an idiot he was. “Master—I deeply apologize for my behavior. This is why I notified everyone about the full moon” His voice made you chuckle, of course.. the damn moon. “Master-?” He called again, afraid he may have broken you. You surely were “broken” at least that’s how your body felt.
cw — mean dom! wriothesley. soft dom! von lycaon. double penetration. size kink. breeding. anal sex. mentions of knot. implied polyamory(?)
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : this was messily written since my last draft wasn’t saved ;-; so apologies if this ended up half baked nonie [frustrated noises]
you couldn’t get a breath in, not with two horny mutts pumping themselves in and out of your poor holes.
it was supposed to be plain, simple sex just to relieve von lycaon’s stresses. after all, being the strong-head of victoria’s housekeeping always takes a toll on him. whether taking on ethereals or watching over the young, impressionable maids. settling him down and doing all the work in pleasing him.
of course, your other lover couldn’t help himself. rudely interrupting the both of you while lycaon was balls deep inside you, undressing with a raging hard on. “what? can’t let you two have all the fun..” he chuckled.
now here you are, pressed between the two canines as they ravaged your pussy and ass at an animalistic pace.
“ah! s-slow down! plea..ahh..!”
you mewled, pleading falling on deaf ears as wriothesley gripped the back of your knees with lycaon squeezing the life out of your marked up thighs. your poor cunt, exposed and stuffed full by the duke’s ridiculous girth while the furry thiren anal fucked you.
“don’t tap out now, princess. not when you’ve been so so good to us..”
wriothesley groaned with a lustful grin, a fang could be seen peering through his lips. his pace was unforgiving, stretching your pussy out to it’s limit. you weakly lift your head up, watching the lewd scene play out in front of you. a creamy white ring already sat at the base, indicating your impending orgasm.
a large, furry paw grabbed the back of your head and forced it to face the man below you. the one stuffing your pretty little ass full of wolf cock and knot. “enjoying yourself? master y/n..?”
you nodded in response, lycaon leaning forward to capture your lips—or rather mouth—into a disgustingly passionate kiss. your eyes white from how far they rolled to the back of their heads as the thiren stuffed your mouth with his tongue.
“‘course she enjoys it..a good little lady like her would adore a dickin’ from us.” the duke chuckled, caging you between his scarred arms.
the sound of skin slapping against skin and your lover’s groans overwhelmed your head. stars filled your vision as an incoming orgasm took feeling from your legs. lycaon kept bullying his length into your tight ass, his knot pressing and growing against your sweetly sensative spot while he swallowed your mewls and begs to be bred full. your little brain was nothing but mush, only with the desire for your boys to stuff you full of cum until you couldn’t take it anymore.
“c-cumm..gonna cum!”
you sobbed, digging your nails into wriothesley’s biceps which forced a hiss through his sharp teeth. the more their cocks twitches, the harder you clenched around them, almost milking the two men till they’re fucking dry.
“woah woah..don’t clench like that baby or we’ll—fuck!” wriothesley abruptly groaned in your ear as ropes of white shot into your cunt, the sudden rush of warmth pushed out sounds that could’ve been straight out of porn. only more so when lycaon felt his own orgasm wash over him.
one final, and harsher, thrust snapped his cock deep in your ass. the sensation doubled the pleasure you were already drunk off of, it’s a shock you didn’t pass out.
“a-apologies master..i should’ve said something before—“
you pressed an intimate kiss onto the wolf’s nose, instantly shutting up whatever formalities he had. “no need, darling..” you spoke in a weak tone. the thiren wrapped his large, furry arms around your waist while the duke buried his face in your bruised up neck.
yet, the fun had only begun, as they haven’t even pulled out of your leaking holes. can’t waste a drop now, can you?
Summary: Manato has always believed Lycaon to be a reliable and respectable individual, and his day to learn some things from him has finally come! Of course, though, he'll have to prove just how much he wants the wolf thiren's mentorship, through the form of seeing how well he can keep up with another one of the Victoria Housekeeping Company's members, you.
Warning(s): Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Dirty Talking, Cheating(?) (Kinda-ish? Reader and Lycaon are in a situationship), Squirting, Overstimulation, Mentions of Blood (Only slightly towards the end!), Office Sex, Possibly some other mentions that I can't think of 😔
Side Note(s): Now that this has been written, now to start praying for someone to write a Banyue fic cause Im FIENDING for that robotic lion man—
♡ - You didn't know exactly what the special occasion was for but...for the last few weeks or so, you've been spoiled with constant attention from Lycaon.
Whether it was through him fingering you while you finished some paperwork, only to reward you by fucking you brainless on your desk shortly after. Or a moment where he'd pull you into an alleyway to ram you against a wall, completely forgoing his manners in favor of rutting himself as deep as he could inside of you— to say that you were eager to come to work would've been an understatement! There were times when you'd take on overtime work in hopes of getting more special attention from Lycaon! But, on a serious note?
You genuinely wanted to know what all the attention was for.
A whispery part of your brain worried that it may have been the wolf thiren trying to get all the pleasure he could from you before he fired you.
But, sex aside...you were a good worker. Polite and attentive to the clients who asked for the company's help in the Hollows, and your reviews when you did solo work were stellar!
And one easygoing day, when there weren't any jobs for the company to take on at the moment, your curiosity got the better of you as you found yourself walking up to Lycaon's office door and knocking on it. "Come in." The sound of his voice sent a warm thrill throughout your body. But, you quickly stomached down your quickly budding lust in favor of being able to seek out the answer to your question. "Ms. Y/N?" Lycaon's ears perked to your arrival as he set his pen down on the desk.
You had grown so close to the thiren that, even from where you stood, you were able to catch onto the slight smirk that graced his features. "Is there a problem?"
You shook your head. "I...have a question."
His silence was an invitation for you to continue speaking. "For the past few weeks, all your special attention to me—" You cleared your throat, trying to shoo away your embarrassment. "—what...what is it for, if I may ask?" You said before, Lycaon quietly chuckled and returned to his paperwork.
"I have an apprentice coming soon. I simply wish to spend time with you before I have to devote most of my time to training them." He responded, the confession making your heart flutter ever so slightly, before you nodded your head. And...with that answer in mind, the rest of the week passed by uneventfully before you heard word from Rina that a new face had suddenly popped up at the company. A young man who went by the name Manato.
"He's a cutie! Red hair and tall, he's a canine thiren like Mr. Lycaon." She had told you.
Admittedly, though, you had let the information pass through one ear and out the other as this 'Manato' was only Lycaon's apprentice! Although you'd be far from rude if you had the chance to meet him, you wouldn't make an effort to remember him if he wasn't going to be around the headquarters for long!
At least, until you had finally met him.
"Hello, ma'am." You were working in the lobby of the building, sweeping, cleaning the windows, and the like, before the sudden sound of the deep voice had made you flinch. "Goodness, don't frighten me like that—" As you looked toward the source of your right, your words fizzled out just as quickly when your eyes landed on the person responsible.
Red hair and tall. You recalled Rina's words as you looked at, who you were strongly guessing was Manato. Tall was right, red hair too, but...Rina could've at least told you about how handsome and muscular Lycaon's new apprentice was as well! Though you couldn't help but wonder how he managed to become Lycaon's apprentice, given how intimidating he looked. "You must be Manato." You finally spoke with a soft smile. When Manato returned the smile in turn, you began to gain an idea as to why Lycaon took him under his wing in the first place. "I am—" Your eyes briefly flicked down to a tail beginning to swish side to side behind him. "—Sorry for scaring you. That was the opposite of what I was trying to do."
You waved the apology off with a chuckle. "Please, don't apologize. I hope you enjoy your time here, everyone's been talking about you! You must already be a good person if Lycaon's taken you under his wing!" A giggle slipped from you when Manato's tail began to swish side to side even more rapidly, followed by his face beginning to flush ever so cutely as an arm raised to scratch the back of his neck. 'He was cute.' You thought. Everyone at the Victorian Housekeeping Company were all familiar, but the arrival, as brief as it possibly was, of someone new? You were certain that it was bound to bring a new dynamic to the place entirely—
"Manato." You heard Lycaon's voice from across the room, your head turning to the wolf thiren almost immediately. "I see you've met Ms. Y/N." Your brow cocked at how the thiren didn't come up to you as he usually did. Even with clients, although he was still professional, Lycaon never hesitated to show some type of affection to you when the two of you were in the same room together.
But, you brushed it off in the assumption that he wanted to appear as 'mentor-ly' as he could to his apprentice. "I-I have!" Manato stuttered. "We were introducing ourselves." He continued before you nodded your head, following after Manato as he walked over to Lycaon.
As you approached, the thiren's tail moved ever so slightly as his eyes followed your approach before sharply going back to Manato. "Good, everyone here has experience and good advice as to how to improve your skills. Be it in strength or simple housekeeping skills. Learn as much as you can." Manato spared you one more look from the corner of his eye before he nodded his head.
"I will."
And with a final look given to you by Lycaon, the two men walked off to somewhere else within the building.
But...that was far from the end of you seeing Manato.
. . .
To be frank, it was only the beginning.
It seemed like everywhere you go, Manato was either there or found a way to run into you.
The first run-ins were innocent enough. Smiles would be exchanged along with a few fits of laughter after a well-timed joke or two, and sometimes the two of you would even discuss what Manato was learning underneath Lycaon's tutelage!
"He's teaching me how to fight better! I already knew that your legs were capable of being a total powerhouse in combat, but...wow! Mr. Lycaon's on a whole different level."
"He's teaching me to cook new recipes. I think my family will like the recipes."
"I spent hours cleaning today...not fun."
With every instance of Manato sharing what he had learned, the closer you had become. And admittedly, perhaps you should have taken a firmer stance with the man, told him that you were only interested in Lycaon and no one else! Even though you and the wolf thiren weren't in a committed relationship by any means...with how good the sex was? You hadn't found yourself interested in even looking at another man for a long while now.
Until Manato suggested that he could show you a trick that he already knew that is—
"Oh—!" You yelped as you were suddenly pressed against the wood of your desk, feeling the heat of Manato's body as well as his heavy weight against your back as he bunched up your maid dress just enough to be able to touch and caress your clothed pussy. A mixture of pure desire shot straight down to your cunt, your clit throbbing in anticipation as Manato whispered filthy confessions into your ear.
"Sorry...I just can't help myself, I can't pretend like I don't want you..."
"So pretty, please just let me touch. Please?"
As Manato slipped his hand into your underwear, the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit made a moan tear from your throat as you tried to rub yourself onto his fingers in search of more pleasure. "M-Manato..." You whined. "O-Oh God—fuck!" Manato knew this wasn't the proper thing to do to someone who was technically his superior. And that was besides the fact that he was doing this type of thing in your office for crying out loud! But, as his ears perked and twitched to the sound of your moans, his tail threatening to kick up a storm as he felt you back up against his throbbing bulge...how could he even think to apologize? The dizzying scent of your lust practically sent him into a rut as Manato dove his face into the side of your neck, peppering kisses on every available piece of skin that he had access to as he played with your cunt.
"You smell so good..." He murmured against your ear. He smirked at the feeling of your clit throbbing at his words, bucking his hips against your ass in search of trying to soothe his raging hard-on. He didn't want to fuck just yet; he wanted to feel you cum around his fingers first...and then his mouth, perhaps once or twice, maybe even more, and only then would he think about fucking you on his cock. The very idea of it, how you would look, tore a groan from his throat. The noise only served to make you wetter as you continued to whine and moan at the feeling of your clit being thoroughly played with. You attempted to shoo away the images that threatened to conjure up in your mind about how Lycaon would look if he were to catch you fucking his apprentice as if you were some common whore, but the images that did make it through?
Your budding orgasm only approached even faster at the idea of Lycaon taking over and perhaps even thinking to fuck you infront of his apprentice.
Perhaps the thought was a direct result of your lust-addled mind? Maybe, but as you continued to feel Manato's fingers on your clit, his fingers began to explore more and sometimes tease to slip into your clenching hole while his lips started to kiss around the edges of your mouth. You could feel yourself reaching that delicious peak, the edges of your visions beginning to turn white until— there was a sharp knock at the door.
You and Manato froze on the spot, panic spiking in your body as you cleared your throat. "W-Who is it?!" You called.
Silent as it was, you recognized the sound of metal against marble floors anywhere, and you guessed Manato had as well with how heavily he gulped. "Lycaon," The thiren spoke up. "May I come in? Or would you like to finish your...activities with my apprentice?" The silence that followed was so loud that you could almost hear your blood pumping through your body.
"C-Come in." You shamefully said.
And yet...Manato refused to remove himself from his current position, the wolf thiren opening and closing the door swiftly before his single eye set upon the scene infront of him. His newfound apprentice, hunched over his favorite worker like some untrained dog who had found a new bitch in heat to breed. The shame that pooled in your body threatened to make you shake where you stood, but...as Lycaon slowly walked up to the two of you, his tail briefly touching you as he rounded your desk and sat in your chair. Your already present blush increased tenfold as you had no choice but to look the thiren in the eye.
Slowly but surely, Manato started to resume his movements of playing with your clit and rubbing himself against you. "M-Manato?!" You gasped.
Lycaon's brow rose. "No wonder it's taking so long. I believe we went over how to properly make a lady cum, right?" His gaze shot up to Manato's face. "Each one is different, however, for this one—" Manato smirked at the feeling of your clit throbbing when Lycaon placed a clawed finger underneath your chin to keep your eyes focused on him. The sight of him breathing in deeply through his nostrils, taking in every single droplet of your lustful scent into his lungs, only served to steal a gasp right from your lungs as your fingernails clawed the wood of the desk, as your once delayed orgasm began to bud to the surface once more, much faster this time than before, your mouth opened to let out a shakey "L-Lycaon" before the thiren clicked his tongue.
"How rude," He curtly scolded you. "Am I the one rubbing your needy clit right now? Focus on the man giving you his attention." Your thighs quivered at his words; you wanted nothing more than to let your forehead either fall onto the desk to escape his narrowed gaze or to hide your face away in his neck like you typically would as you braced for your climax.
"Watch their reactions closely, Manato. They look so pretty when they're about to cum."
"...I agree," Manato whispered, almost as if he were in awe at your facial expressions as Lycaon gently pushed his finger against your cheek to get you to turn your head, just enough so that Manato was capable of seeing you. Your eyes were watery with unshed tears of pleasure as the scent of your lust continued to grow in tune with your budding climax.
"Soooo pretty..." Manato whispered.
He couldn't help himself anymore. Suddenly, his lips crashed into yours as his ministrations on your clit left to favor fucking your clenching hole with his fingers. It felt like your entire mind was spinning in circles; each desperate moan that you released was greedily swallowed down by Manato. It was only when Lycaon pressed his lips to the side of your neck, begging—ordering you to cum was when you had climaxed around his apprentice's fingers with a squealed cry.
"Fuuuckk..." Manato whispered as he felt you orgasm around his fingers, his cock throbbing with the urge to cum. It was borderline torture to tear his bulge away from humping against your ass, the half thiren having to bite his bottom lip to the point of nearly bleeding to calm himself. "You were right, sir, they really do—"
Lycaon sneered at your dazed expression. "Don't compliment them just yet...you've yet to see how nice they look when they cum around a cock or two."
Wait...two?
. . .
Oh, your poor brain was absolutely fried.
The combined scent of Lycaon and Manato stuffing your holes full, the sound of Lycaon's balls slapping against your cunt while Manato groaned in your ear, whispering words of thankfulness at the opportunity of getting to fuck you, while also praising how tight your asshole felt around his dick. "They're clenching so hard...how careless of me—fuck...t-to not realize that my employee was craving this level of treatment in silence..." Lycaon spoke.
His claws twitched as they dug into the fat of your ass ever so slightly as he looked down at you, your body practically squished completely to his front with the help of Manato, practically trying to pin you into a standing mating press. Speaking of— "Oh fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck—!" His apprentice panted and heaved over you, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head as Lycaon's every attempt to bring the man back down to earth went in one ear and out the other. As possessive as the wolf thiren was...his cock jumped inside of you at the sight of you being so thoroughly bred by another man.
"L-Lycaon...!" You just barely managed to squeak out when you felt his cock twitch inside of your dripping hole. Every vein that lined the two men's cocks...you could feel every single one as they fucked your insides raw, drawing orgasm after orgasm from your body as if you were a rag they were trying to wring dry. "F-Fuck...g-gonna cum—! A-Again—Ah!" The thiren's brow sharply rose at your cry, his tongue unconsiously flicking out to lick the top of his mouth as if he were suddenly being teased by a piece of meat. Oh, how he wished he could look between the two of you, to see where your sexes met and look at the mess you were no doubt creating on his cock. Whenever you started to sniffle and cry over his fat cock, your yelps and moans starting to intermingle, it was always a sign that you were creating a creamy white ring at the base of his cock for you to clean up once he decided to put you on your knees after he was done enjoying the warm tightness that your cunt provided.
But— "Fuuuckk..." Manato's groans threatened to overtake your own sounds as the force of his thrusts made Lycaon have to slow down himself to keep from overwhelming you, switching to being a stable force for you to hold onto as Manato pressed against your back so tightly that it almost seemed as if he were trying to sink into your skin. "G-Gonna cum..." The half thiren whispered. "Shit—!"
You whined against the fur on Lycaon's chest, grabbing onto him as you took everything that Manato had to offer you. Lycaon's poor apprentice only managed a few more hard thrusts before he stilled against your ass. Ropes and ropes of hot cum flooded your insides, stuffing you so completely that globs and strings of his cum began to escape your hole, and yet...there was little time to enjoy the erotic warmth before Lycaon began to resume his original pace. "L-Lycaon...!" You gasped, a single punch forcing another orgasm from you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
A low whistle left the thiren's lips as he watched your mouth form into an 'O' as you squirted around him, feeling your juices drench his fur as he fucked you through your orgasm. "One thrust?" Lycaon teased. "Don't pass out now, if I cum on my own...I suppose I'll have to retrain this body of yours, won't I?" He was willing to overlook you giving his apprentice a taste of your body to begin with, but at the end? His presence was temporary, but...while cumming before him was no issue to him, leaving him to cum without feeling you cum with him? Clearly, being spoiled by having two men's cocks in your greedy holes at once was enough to make you forget who you belonged to in the end.
His eyes trailed over your sweaty body greedily as every thrust of his cock punched out little jets of your juices from your pussy, his balls beginning to draw up closer to his body as he felt himself beginning to tiptoe closer to his own orgasm. "Manato—" The thiren snapped at the apprentice, still dazed from his own orgasm. When the man snapped from his daze enough to look his superior in the eye, it didn't take a single word from the thiren to understand what was being asked of him before he slowly took his cock out from your ass, reaching his hands around your body to begin playing with your clit as well as knead and massage your tits.
You threw your head back to let out a scream. "Fuck—!"
"That's it..." Lycaon praised as he angled himself to press into that gooey spot deep inside of you, coaxing you to reach your orgasm while he simultaneously tried to stave off his own juuusttt enough to be able to time it with your own. "Give it to me, don't hold back...just like you didn't with my apprentice here." You gripped onto the thiren's fur even tighter as a burning feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Tiny 'aht aht aht's' escaping your mouth at every thrust as you felt your next orgasm rush at you at Mach twenty almost.
You could hardly brace yourself, much less utter a word of warning to the two men before you squirted again. Your juices splattered Lycaon's abdomen while the jets of fluid that didn't stick to his fur fell to join the small puddle on the wooden floor.
The sight of you damn near passing out on his cock was what got Lycaon to his peak as he threw his head back to let out a moan, deep and almost 'howl-like' as his claws dug into your skin even further to where they were beginning to draw out the tiniest amount of blood. The three of you, Manato, yourself, and Lycaon, stood in silence for a tense few minutes as the smell of sex and pure desire in the air began to settle until Lycaon was capable of looking at you and Manato with a tired sigh.
But, it still carried a firm sense of authority as Lycaon proceeded to say— "I believe your apprenticeship here has concluded. I believe we both can agree that there are far too many...distractions that will hinder your growth here."
'Fair.' Manato thought. At least he was given a chance to fuck you, however.
I Love to see how Lighter, Wise, Von Lycaon, and Komano Manato w/ Fem! Reader when they try the Period Cramps Simulator. How do they React to it?
It's That Bad - Various x Fem!Reader
Summary -> ~500 Words per man
Warnings -> None
A/N -> I lost the plot on this one. I hope this is in character for all of them :)
Masterlist
Lighter
"I have seen you fight etherals, and this has you reduced to nothing?" Lighter laughs, unaware of what you're actually going through.
"Please stop." You grumble as you look up at him. He sees the genuine pain in your eyes and stops. He sits in the dirt next to the couch in the open in Blazewood.
"I'll stop." He reassures and rests his head on the cushion next to your head.
You roll your eyes. "Stop smiling. You're being mean."
"I can't help it. You look cute all sprawled out, sunbathing like a lizard."
You couldn't hold back how upset you were. You gather yourself and stand up, walking away from the couch. Lighter seems genuinely surprised.
"I didn't mean it. I just… I've seen you walk off worse injuries than-"
You glare. "If you're smart, stop talking."
Lighter stares for a moment, weighing his options. It was so cute how your face scrunched up when you were upset, but he stopped. "I'm sure it's that bad. I'll stop bothering you."
"Thank you." You sigh and move away. "I'm going to go take a nap in your bed. Please have a more genuine apology ready before I get back."
"I will." He promises softly.
He was left standing there when he heard a laugh behind him. "You're in trouble~" Pulchra teased.
"You gotta help me out." He begs, turning to look at her. "How do I fix this?"
Pulchra things for a moment. "Hey! (Y/n)!" She calls out. You turn to see her raise a stun gun before pulling the trigger, Lighter immediately falling to the ground and groaning in pain, his sunglasses clattering to the ground.
"Pulchra!" You shout and jog over, seeing Lighter still doubled over.
"Oh don't worry." Pulchra holds out the stun gun so you could feel how powerful it was. You looked at the cartridge and felt the way it buzzed against your skin. "Low voltage."
"You're making him feel something like period cramps." Your eyes light up, thankful.
Pulchra claps your back. "Yeah. He does this to all of us. Felt like it was time he got humbled a bit."
Lighter was still on the ground as you pick up his sunglasses. "What's wrong, Lighter? What happened to the big tough guy I've seen fight ethereals?" You throw his words back out to him. "Look at you! Reduced to nothing!"
Lighter groans, finally sitting up. "You are a wicked, wicked woman."
"Apologize."
"It's-"
"Say 'I'm sorry'" You smirk.
"I'm sorry."
Pulchra scoffs. "Doesn't seem genuine enough," she raises her hand to stun Lighter's stomach again.
"Okay that was a bit much." You giggle, playing with Lighter's hair to comfort him.
"You better spoil her next time." Pulchra comments before leaving you and Lighter.
"I will." He promises, reaching out to squeeze your hand.
Lycaon
"Here, hold these." You offload the bags from the store you just walked out of into Lycaon's arms.
"Very well." Lycaon says with that soft, gentlemanly smile on his lips. He watches as you continue to walk through Lumina Mall, eyeing the displays in front of the stores and bouncing back and forth between windows. "What about this store? I believe it has the new sweater you mentioned."
You hum as you glance into the store. "Nah… I've read the reviews. It pills really badly in the laundry."
Lycaon thinks for a moment. "I am sure I can find a way to avoid that. If not, Rina might have an idea."
"Hate to break your heart, but I just throw all my laundry in the machine at once. I don't want a piece of clothing that can't survive that." You laugh, looking back at the many shopping bags Lycaon was holding. "I think we're done for the day. Let's head out and get some dinner."
"Wonderful idea." He agrees and starts to weave through the crowds to leave.
You spot a new kiosk and stop. "Wait, Lycaon."
"Yes, darling?"
"Look. Period cramp simulator! I promised Ellen I'd make you try it out if we ever saw it at the mall."
Lycaon's ears twitch as he remembers the conversation. "I remember. Ellen said 'never mind' because she thinks I'll stop giving her time off for it."
"C'mon." You drag him to the stall and talk to the person running the stall.
"How do you expect to do this through my fur?" Lycaon chuckles softly as your face contorts, but the person reassures you that it'll work before using some gel to smooth some fur on Lycaon's stomach down before placing the electrodes down.
"Alright… Level one!" You press the button and try to watch Lycaon's micro expressions to see if he was feeling anything. The only thing you picked up was how his ear twitched slightly.
"Okayyy…. Level two." Click. Once again all you saw was an ear twitch. You kept progressing up the levels. Around level five, the gentle swish of Lycaon's tail stopped. Level seven saw his fists clenching around the bags in his hands. Level nine caused him to instinctually bare his teeth a bit.
"Alright. That's enough." He growls out. He was silent as the pads were removed and the two of you left the mall.
You were still watching his face when you broke the silence. "What's on your mind, love?"
"I deeply apologize for letting you do anything during your period. Please let me take care of everything next time."
Manato
Yuzuha had actually bought it… with Alice's credit card. She was sitting on the checkout counter in Mystic Wares, playing with all the buttons.
"You said yours was at a four?" Yuzuha asked and Alice nodded. "I think mine is closer to a five. It seems a lot less bad without the headache."
You lean over, curious. "Alright, my turn, my turn." You stick them on you and feel the buzzing. "Oh my cramps are way worse than this." You keep clicking the button up, not at all flinching.
The bell on the door rings before heavy footsteps thump across the floor. "What are you three up two?" A gruff voice calls out.
"Trying out a period cramp simulator." Yuzuha responds as she slides off the counter to start straightening up merchandise. "We wanted to see how strong each other's cramps are."
"Well my cramps are really terrible." Manato jokes, his voice deadpan. "Truly the worst, absolutely debilitating."
Yuzuha get's that smile on her face. "Wanna try it, Manato?"
He shakes his head. "No I'm good. I've seen how you guys react. I believe you that they're bad."
You get the same idea. "Oh but Manato, how can you possibly sympathize unless you've felt it first hand!"
He takes a few steps back. "No no I don't sympathize. I understand and take care of you guys."
Yuzuha glances to you and Alice before pointing to Manato. "Get him!"
"Wait wait wait!" Manato tries to walk backwards, already laughing, but between the three of you, the large man has no chance. You get him on the ground, his head in your lap in a gentle headlock, Alice and Yuzuha each pinning down a leg and a arm. "Wait! Wait!"
Yuzuha laughs wickedly, sticking one of the pads on his stomach. Alice takes her time to make sure the other one was on the exact opposite side. You grabbed the controller and had it cranked to the lowest setting.
Manato takes a few breaths to catch his breath from laughing. "Okay, okay. This isn't that bad. This is only level one, yeah? I can take it."
"My cramps sit at a four." Alice says as she presses the button a few times.
"This is only a four!?" He growls, legs twitching but the three of you still hold him down.
"Come on, Alice, give him all of it!" You laugh, leaning over to press the buttons.
Manato whimpers, curling in on himself. "Okay that's enough! I get it!"
There was some more wrestling, coupled with more pained whines from Manato until the three of you were thrown to the ground, Manato ripping the cords off. "That's enough." He growls, brushing himself off.
"Alright, we're sorry." You laugh, taking his hand so he can help you up.
"Are you guys done abusing me? We have dinner reservations." He wraps an arm around your waist, his ears flat against his head, frustrated.
"Let's go." You take him out of the building while Yuzuha and Alice were still talking. When the door closed, Manato stopped you.
"Is that… really what it feels like?" His voice gentle and gruff.
"Yeah. It's bad."
He pulls you closer. "You've still cooked for me while feeling like that…"
"I've learned to live with it. It's okay Manato-"
He picks you up in one, swift movement. "No. I'm taking care of you next time. That's final."
Wise
Growing up around Belle, Wise had a general idea on how bad period cramps could be, so he was always caring and gentle around that time of month. He'd always cook and clean for you, prepare you whatever would help as you curled up on the couch or sprawled out awkwardly on the floor for any sort of relief. However, he was still a bit oblivious, and one comment he said only got on your nerves.
"Maybe walking around for a bit would help?" Wise asks, fingers gently massaging your stomach.
"Are you serious?" You grumble, looking up a him. "You see how I'm laying. You've seen how little I've moved all day. You think walking around would help me right now?"
Wise immediately looks guilty. "I'm sorry, I read somewhere that it might help. I just wanted to help."
You take a deep breath to settle yourself. "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just hurting."
"Master-in-Law", Fairy's voice calls out from the stack of monitors against the wall. "I have purchased an item I believe will help this argument."
You sit up, surprise outweighing your pain. "Fairy can just spend your money?"
"I thought I fixed that…" Wise grumbles and leaves you on the couch to fix it before the AI drained his bank account.
A few days later, you were helping retie Eous's bandana when Wise walked into Random Play, holding a box.
"What's that?" You ask, watching him take out the controller and electrode pads.
"Fairy?" Wise pokes his head into the back room. "What did you buy?"
"That is a period cramp simulator. I recommend Master tries it so Master-in-Law doesn't snap at him again."
You furrow your brows and don't even hesitate as you start to plug in the wires. "I didn't think that snappiness wasn't that bad."
"It's not. Ignore Fairy." Wise sighs and helps you, reading the instructions.
You stick it on yourself and turn it on, cranking it up to the max level without breaking a sweat. "Y'know… That's not too far off. Here, you try."
As soon as they stick to Wise's skin, his knees buckle and he crouches on the ground, taking a few deep breaths.
"Wise?" You kneel down with him. "This is only level two."
"Level… two?" He looks up you like a deer caught in headlights. He moves to sit down all the way, taking a few deep breaths. "Every month?"
"Oh no, mine are normally here." You crank it up as high as you could and Wise just let out a whimper, now curled like an egg on the ground. "Mercy?"
"S-Sorry. I won't ever suggest you walk around a bit again."
You put the controller down just out of his reach and ruffle his hair. "Good. Now go get it. I'll be in the back room. Fairy! Load up the show we were watching!" You leave Wise there, letting your small payback simmer as you scoop up Eous to go cuddle and watch the bad reality TV show you two had been enamored with.
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, smut; vaginal sex, oral sex, masturbation, pretty much vanilla.
Requested by anon.
In public Lycaon is impeccable, polite gentleman, and… not much changes in private. Even things get heated, he doesn’t lose his composure entirely. But despite that fact, he enjoys being in control but never without your comfort and consent.
Would lie if he said that he doesn’t enjoy the size difference between the two of you. Standing at 198 cm, he loves leaning and towering over you to make you feel small and flustered. He enjoys watching your reaction when you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze.
Not only the mother nature has rewarded him with his height, but also with his penis size. His cocks is 15 cm (~5.9 in) in length and 11 cm (~ 4,3 in) in girth (circumference) in the erect state. There are a few veins on the underside with a pinkish tip. He makes sure to properly prepare you before penetration in order not to hurt you.
Since he’s that type of thrirens who’s covered in fur, you can expect hair down there as well. Though, he trims the fur there to shorten it for your comfort.
The first time you’re able to take him fully is the best you both have ever shared together — it’s like you’ve become even closer in some other level. He holds his pace slow not harm you. You take deep breathes as you catch Lycaon’s shoulders as an anchor, and he can’t stop looking down you — you look breathtaking.
Is good at eating you out. You smell nice, and he can’t stop his tongue from moving around your core and clit. Your soft whines and grabbing at his fur only entices him to guide toward the edge as he carefully holds your hips. He’s extremely attentive, and reads every your movement, expression and sounds. He can tell when you’re about to climax, and speeds up ministrations over your clit to make you come.
If you want to give him head, he doesn’t mind yet doesn’t expect you to do so. He’s super flustered during the whole process. His size doesn’t allow you to take him fully in your mouth. He’s a bit more vocal like this, letting low groans that bubble in his throat. He uses all his restraint not to grab your hair accidentally or thrust in your mouth involuntarily in order not to hurt you (he’s strong and big, after all) when he’s closer to his climax.
Loves the missionary position, since it allows him to see your face and your reactions clearly both from pleasure, and watch you closely if he accidentally hurts you. Doggystyle is… a classic for wolf thirens, he doesn’t mind it, he can bury his face into the crook of your neck and inhale your scent as he holds your closer from behind while guiding his cock in and out of you. Lycaon also likes posses which allow you to be at top — this way you yourself can guide the pace that’s comfortable for you, plus seeing you pleasing yourself on his cock is another advantage of it.
His libido was moderate but he had it under control. But when you appear in his life, it has increased. Sometimes, during his breaks, Lycaon has to calm himself down with his own hands. After locking the door of his room, he sits down comfortable, unbuckles his trousers and lets his cock. He sighs deeply, thinking ‘How did I get here?’ and grabs his cock. He pumps it slowly at first. He closes his eye, imagine it’s you own hand doing it. His ears flicks as he imagines you whispering something teasing or even dirty into one of his ears. The speed increases as your hand into his imagination speeds up as well. Your sweet voice, your movement, your expressions brings him to the edge. After hitting the climax, Lycaon feels a bit embarrassed from the fact it’s how he spends his breaks, and it’s you who haunts him and his imagination.
His wolf tail is extremely expressive: it flicks when he’s agitated, flustered or in a good mood. He tries to hide it, but you learn to read it like a secret language. His tail brushes over your skin affectionately. And you sometimes brush it, which makes Lycaon both flustered and excited, especially if you dare to brush your fingers closer to the tail’s basis, over his skin.
Is wolf thiren, and it makes his senses sharper such as hearing and smelling. He can smell … your menstrual cycle, especially when you’re ovulating. He gets weirdly excited over it. He may dare become a bit handsy with you, like brushing his hands and tails over your skin where it can make you shiver. If he smells you being on your period, he’s extra attentive (well, he normally IS as well) to you and tries his best to help you survive these unpleasant days of your cycle by preparing you painkillers, your favourite drinks and snacks.
Also enjoys the scent of you on his clothes. You may notice that he leaves some of his shirts for you to notice and wear them.
Is a hopeless tease without even realising it (maybe it’s echos from the times when he was a phantom thief) by saying the most dangerously suggestive things in his formal tone. “Allow me to take care of you tonight, you’ve had quite a day.”
His teeth are sharp, and he knows how to use them on you (and you love it). He’s careful at first, nipping at sensitive spots like your collarbone or shoulder. But when passion takes over, he leaves faint marks, and you have to cover them. Lycaon won’t be able to stop apologizing about the fact he harmed you. You’ll have to convince him that you’re okay, and you don’t mind being bitten by him.
