𝆹𝅥 Wise, Belle, Von Lycaon, Alexandria Sebastiane, Lighter Lorenz, Caesar King, Burnice White, Hugo Vlad (ZENLESS ZONE ZERO)
𝆹𝅥 Darling runs towards them crying
Wise
He is at your side the moment he noticed the distress you were in, deciding to ignore the panic that is building inside of him to be able to comfort you, keeping you in his arms in a possesive but discreet way and trying to calm you down, reminding you over and over again that you are safe now (altought, this is also to reasure him), it is until you manage to calm down that he ask you what happened but will accepted if you don't want to talk, either way he will make his own investigation to find the culprit and make them pay with Fairy's help
Belle
It took only one look at the state you were in for Belle to completely panic, she doesn't waste time before running to your side, finding you mid-way and imediatly fussing over you not exactly knowing if she should hold your arms to try to comfort you or wip your tears, somehow she end up doing both, calming down it is a process both have to do together otherwise this will only get more messy, still she will make sure to ask you what happened just after being able to think more clearly again
Von Lycaon
He is completely triggered just by the sound of your footsteps quickly approaching him, he is at your side even before you notice him and quickly holds you close, letting you know that is him and that you are safe now, patting your head as he allow you to cry, the distress you are in torture him, it make him feel not only helpless but also like a failure but the important right now is how you feel, not him, Lycaon will wait until you are feeling more calm to ask what happened and he insist a bit on needed to know because he simply can't let something like making you cry be forgiven without punishment
Alexandria Sebastiane
As cute as it may be that you feel safe at her side she still won't let this just be forgotten, she holds you in her arms and smoothly takes you away, hiding you in her arms in a more private place and focusing completely on comforting you and make you feel safe again while letting Drusilla and Anastella make sure to follow the way you came from just in case the culprit is still around, Rina will wait patiently until you are ready to let her know what happen but will definetly not let go of you anytime soon, you need her to keep you safe after all
Lighter Lorenz
The shock make him freeze for a moment, seeing you in so much distress makes him fear the worst for a moment, Lighter can only react when you are fibally at his side and quickly puts arms around you in a firm but caring embrace, keeping you close and letting you cry as much as you need while he bask on your warm, reasuring him that you are still here at his side just before asking you who was it, he is not too interested on what happened, he is interested on who was, on who has to pay for this
Caesar King
She can be all playful and cheesy with her darling but the distress you are in make her get on guard in a second, imediatly being ready to jump into action to protect you, in no time she is at your side asking you what happened a little bit too desperate, but the truth is that seeing your tears makes her feel a lot of mixed feelings and Caesar can't help but hug you as tight as posible when your tears keep falling, in a more gentle manner apologizing for not being there and stop whatever happened, but don't worry, she will fix this problem
Burnice White
Hey hey! Haven't she told you that you look better with a smile on your face? Without hesitation nor a warning Burnice graps her arms around you, caresing your back in a comforting manner and babying you a little as she reasure you that it is okay, cry all you need, you can tell her what happened later while drinking some Nitro-fuel! Its okay, you have her at your side, she will protect you from everything and anything, and even when she doesn't react diferently when you tell her what happened it is simply something she will not forget nor forgive but you don't need to worry your pretty head about that
Hugo Vlad
He prides himself on being enough for his darling but still there is a part of him that fears that something may happen to you and seeing you in so much distress it does trigger him in a really bad way, in a second he have took you in his arms and gracefully took you somewhere else, gently wiping your tears with his handkerchief and asking you what happened, Hugo may look unbothered but thats just a facade for your sake, in the inside he is drowned by the panic and the anger, already making a plan to make the culprit pay and he will be merciless when facing that scumbag
ZZZ women reaction to proxy having bigger chest than them
Miyabi, Yidhari, Yanagi, Rina
I was watching tt about Manato's chest and something dawned on me.
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Miyabi
° You were strolling through Lumina Square after finishing work at the store, but suddenly you noticed Miyabi standing in the middle of nowhere. You decided to be nice and go up to her to say hello, but the conversation left you a bit confused...
“Hey, Miyabi! What are you doing here all alone?” you ask, but she doesn’t even bulge.
"Alone." She replies without even blinking.
You quickly realized she was repeating someone else's last words. It was strange... But something that she would do... You always caught her doing some interesting 'trainings'... You didn't want to disturb her, so you said goodbye and started to leave, but suddenly she regained consciousness.
“Y/N? When did you get her-” she trails off as her gaze shamelessly falls to your chest. Her long ears immediately stiffen like a deer at headlights. She doesn’t even try to hide the fact that this has truly caught her attention… She only comes back when you start calling her name, a faint blush on your cheek. “Sorry, I got distracted. Would you like to grab a coffee..or tea..?” she tries to change the subject.
Yidhari
° It was a hot day on the Waifei Peninsula, and you were wearing a crop top, so you weren't actually going to die there. You decided to stop at the grocery store on your way home and were pleasantly surprised to see Yidhari there, picking out something from the shelve.
"Hey, Yidhari! It's a hot day today, don't you think? I didn't expect to see you here at this hour." You smile warmly.
Yidhari flinches slightly, as if she'd been detached from reality before you approached her, but she smiles back anyway. It's probably the heat. "What a coincidence. You look like you're having a rough time too. I usually avoid this kind of weather, but I had to do some shopping," she replies.
It wasn't long before her gaze landed on your chest when you weren't looking. She blinks slowly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the sight of your ample cleavage, which looked as if it were about to spill out of your crop top. Oh, she shouldn't be looking at you like some kind of pervert. It's hot today, and you're simply wearing less clothes. Yidhari scratches the back of her neck, drawing your attention.
"Is everything okay, Yidhari? Maybe we should go to the cashier and buy something cold to drink? Your obviousness is adorable, and she can't help but agree with your idea. Maybe she'll even glance at you more...
Yanagi
° You had the day off at home, so you had time to indulge in cooking something better. You know Yanagi loves red bean buns, so you obviously chose this one to make. Of course, you also made extra for her so she could share it with her friends.
You enter the building without a problem, as everyone knows you well (it's not the first time you came here with food), and head towards Yanagi's office. Her eyes widen at the sight of you, but she's not hiding her hapiness. You explain that you've done too much and decided to share it with her.
"A-Ah... Thank you, Y/N... I'll definitely tell the others to join me, because I don't think I can eat it all by myself..." She takes the bag with a grateful smile, but as soon as she takes it, your breasts appear before her eyes. Their fullness and size... What is she thinking?! It's inappropriate to think about something like that in your presence!
"Are you okay, Yanagi? Your face is all red..." You reach out to place your hand on Yanagi's forehead to check her temperature, making your chest jump slightly. This isn't helping her at all! "Don't tell me you're overexerting yourself again. I told you to take it easy." You pout, but she gets the feeling she's just taking advantage of your kindness...
“N-no, everything's okay, seriously... Now, maybe you could join me on break?” she asks, but she’s not sure if she can tear her eyes away from you.
Rina
° Let's be honest, Rina has the biggest heart, or rather, she's one of those women with the biggest heart (if you know what I mean). It's hard to beat her in that regard. But you're calmly sipping your tea while Rina is momentarily stunned.
Rina has to remember where she is now, because your...large content in front of her catch her eye. She immediately offers you tea when she sees your cup is empty. "Would you like some tea?" she smiles elegantly when you nod. But her gaze is focused on something other than pouring the liquid into your cup.
She's mid walking away when you call out to her to keep you company, as she's already cleaned the entire house while you were gone. You live alone, so she's the only person you can talk to. She sits down next to you and gives you another smile. It's obvious she's feeling a little distracted, which you quickly notice. "Me distracted? Well... There's something that catches my eye, to be honest," she says.
“Your chest?!” Rina's eyes widened as you saw her glance at your chest. And she thought to herself, she was sly… “Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” She thinks you're angry with her, but you just dismiss it with a quiet laugh. She's usually the one who likes to teases, but now she's the one who's flustered.
And so the conversation shifted to another topic. You both talk about cup sizes, etc. "Does your back hurt? Don't get me wrong. I usually have it, so I'm curious how you're doing..." Rina nervously plays with her fingers.
— mating press (briefly), overstimulation, dacryphilia, edging, dollification (if you squint), knotting, creampie, stone top Rina, service top Lycaon, fem!reader, reader is called 'mistress', pwp
ardently avoids eye contact. i was possessed idk. this started out as just porn and then i wrote plot but it got out of hand so i snipped most of the plot and this is what's left. i hope it's coherent idk. manifesting a lycaon pull by posting this tbh. dividers from @/adornedwithlight.
You knew you were fucked the moment you caught yourself typing ‘thiren dildo knot’ into your phone at four in the morning.
Your crime illuminates the dark of your room, search results reflected in your glassy eyes. The depravity is lost on you. You're so horny you can't sleep, much less feel guilty about drilling your (regular, average, lacking in girth and curve and length, not dripping for you the way he would) dildo into yourself, staring at sex toys and imagining him instead.
It only hits you after you cum. Right next to the usual disdain, the nagging realization that you have to clean yourself up, guilt nestles in. It does two neat little circles and sinks like a stone in your stomach. You find yourself with your phone in your hand, sketchy website leering at you. A countdown scrolling across the top advises you that your cart will be held for another four minutes and 12 seconds. Buy now, or your custom order (wolf thiren mold, large, medium firmness, cumtube included, custom colors) will be released for another horny idiot to pick up.
You delete the dildo from the cart, wonder briefly if you should ditch the email attached to the account, and pay for the eight pack of lube you'd added. Guilty, but not that guilty.
It's not supposed to be like this. You're not supposed to want his knot this badly. Lycaon had said so himself the first time you'd asked for it. It isn't a small thing – wipe that smirk off your face. It isn't something to be taken lightly, that's all he meant.
The entire situation had gotten out of hand; you'd hired Victoria Housekeeping a handful of times to assist with the clean up of your recently acquired property. It was a small place, and you had been in no rush to get the job done. They had divided the project over the span of a few weeks, assigning only Lycaon and Rina for the task.
Each visit had grown less and less professional. By the end of the project, you were scrambling to find something else for them to do, unwilling to let them walk out of your life just because the contract demanded so.
All three of you knew it wasn't professional to keep taking your calls. In fact, their conduct in your home violated several clauses within their contract – but by the time you had messaged Lycaon to ask if he could help you tote a new bed frame up the stairs, he had already stopped insisting on a contract. A friendship had grown, an ease that started between you and Rina and gradually thawed Lycaon's affections.
It wasn't uncommon to arrive at your home and find Rina already waiting. He'd been suspicious, had seen the starry look in your eyes, your swollen lips and the boneless, fumbling way you moved. He couldn't pinpoint when you and Rina had started becoming physical, but he could smell the stench of sex in the air the moment the door opened. He knew what he'd find if he let himself sink to his knees before you, sniffing and licking at your cunt like he wanted.
For months, though, he refused to act. He suppressed his baser urges, whittling them into compliments instead.
Your hair looks beautiful. Rina did it? Why isn't he surprised. And that dress? Yes, also Rina's choice. Of course.
It's not jealousy. It's something else that shares the same form, feels the same way. Lycaon agonizes over how to fit himself into your life, how to be needed, oblivious to the fact that you wanted him as things were.
Rina had been forced to meddle, casually stringing the both of you along until the conversation had occurred ‘naturally’. Even with your shared feelings out in the open, Lycaon remained restrained. His touches were subdued, moments together stolen and short.
The first time he’d fucked you had been a ‘matter of impropriety, ill-befitting an attendant’, as Lycaon had so stuffily put it.
In short, he’d gotten cold feet after he'd made you cum on his fingers, after Rina had gently nudged him aside to lap up the mess left on your thighs.
“We aren't here on business,” Rina reminded him, challenge in her tone all but calling him a pussy.
She twisted you up in her arms quickly, her hands pressed to the backs of your knees to spread you wide. You leaned back against her, almost entirely unaware of the moral crisis Lycaon put himself through. You're barely there after you cum, take time to get back into your own head - but the way you move so eagerly for Rina makes his cock jerk in his pants.
Rina’s hand had slid down the back of your thigh, her nipples hard for the way you tried to keep your leg where she had held you. Her fingers teased your dripping slit. She dragged them through your folds, prodding at your hole, showing Lycaon how eagerly you sucked them in. She made a show of spreading them, showing off the way you clung to her fingers, the way you dripped for them.
His resolve was iron-clad, but you'd melted through with your little whimpers, desperate voice whining "please, Lycaon.”
He was still a man, at the end of the day. You were bound up for him, snared like prey. He had wanted to treat you gently, to be slow and reverent - but he had pounded into your cunt instead, deep and slow. Any faster and he knows he would have popped his knot into you, had you locked together with your legs thrown over his shoulders, body bent nearly in half.
He'd pulled out, breathlessly asking where you wanted him to cum, stroking himself hard and fast, a hand wrapped tight around his knot. Rina had shuffled you up quickly, stretching your arms above your head, wrists gathered by one of her hands. She beckoned to your tits, the same wave he had seen her use countless times to invite clients to their tea.
Lycaon found the time to treat you gently later. He took his time, gentle and reverent as he wanted - still no knot.
You'd taken the rejection to heart, decided that if he said no once, then that was all there was to it. It was his dick and he could do what he wanted with it. You were too afraid of being pushy, or objectifying – or any number of things that might make him uncomfortable. Fantasies were fine.
Fantasies, and maybe a custom dildo. You were still thinking about it, the page still bookmarked on your phone. Next paycheck, you would tell yourself.
It came out the way all of your fantasies do – by Rina pulling it from you. Three fingers deep, pumping into you steadily, so torturously consistent, so committed to the slow build of your pleasure until the truth came gushing out.
She had this game she loved to play – making you narrate your fantasies. No detail spared or she'll stop stroking your needy little clit – and you would hate that, wouldn't you?
This time it had all come to light – how badly you wanted Lycaon's knot, how you were saving up just for a taste of a fake one.
Rina giggles in the aftermath. She dresses you quickly in your sleepwear, gesturing for you to raise your arms so she can roll your shirt down.
"Of course, you know that can be arranged,” Rina says, as casually as if you'd asked her for a cup of tea.
You feel like you've been shocked. Your arms are still sticking straight up in the air when you protest.
“No– it's just a stupid fantasy.”
Rina guides your arms back down, lets you rest and pose yourself without her guidance. She slips her hand into yours.
“I don't think it's stupid at all, Mistress.”
“Don't call me that,” you whine, swatting the air where she had been a moment ago. “It makes me feel gross.”
“Sir Lycaon likes it,” Rina teases.
Your face warms. You mumble a retort, lame and forgotten.
“I'll speak with him,” she assures you.
“No, don't. Don't tell him.”
“Leave everything to me.”
The subject of your objectification knocks on your door at 10 AM the next week. A standing appointment for coffee, Lycaon would call it – otherwise known as your weekly coffee date. Rina wiggles her fingers in greeting, drifting inside casually, the scent of vanilla trailing after her.
For a moment, you wonder if she had mentioned anything at all to Lycaon. He appears overwhelmingly normal about all of this. Clarity strikes you, lightning to your nerves when Rina doubles back to press her hand to the small of your back.
“You aren't just going to stand there, are you?” She asks.
Both of you jolt. You shuffle to the side, nearly tripping over your own feet to get out of the way. Lycaon shuts the door behind him. You speak over each other, both stammering apologies and excuses.
“Rina mentioned –”
“Was the trip here –”
You stall out, trying to give room for the other to speak.
“Sorry, I–”
“My apologies, I didn't mean to –”
Rina finally has mercy on the two of you, taking hold of the conversation before you can fizzle out a third time. She makes things clear upfront: your desire has been communicated to Lycaon. He has agreed. Don't look so serious, you two – this is a good thing.
The rest falls into place naturally. Or, as naturally as it can with Rina pulling the strings.
“We have the entire afternoon,” she informs you, turning to head to your bedroom. You're expected to follow, and you do - of course you do. Lycaon trails behind you, fingers ghosting against your wrist.
“You make it sound so formal,” you drone, plopping unceremoniously onto the edge of your bed.
“Oh, it's not formal,” Rina tuts. She drifts behind you, hands working at the tension in your shoulder. She leans forward, breasts pressing against your back, her cheek against yours, eyes locked on Lycaon. “It's just us.”
Time quickly became a suggestion. Minutes bled together, strung loosely between each touch, held secret in the clutch of Lycaon's pocket watch - the same watch that lays discarded in a heap with the rest of his clothes.
Your chest is pressed to the mattress, head cradled in Rina’s lap. Her hands rove across your hair, fixing it again and again as Lycaon drives into you. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping your hips up and pinned flush wish his. His breath is hot at the back of your neck, teeth aching to nip at your nape, to mark your delicate skin. He drags his broad tongue across the places he wants to bite.
You've lost count of the ways they've bent you, the positions Rina had asked of you.
First, it was missionary, your own choice - but the angle had been all wrong, too difficult to squeeze his knot in that way. Rina had taken over from there, posing you as she thought best. By the time she had stopped mid-mating press, you realized this wasn't about trying to find the best position to take Lycaon’s knot. Rina had been playing her own game.
Rina's hand lights on Lycaon's shoulder, a barely-there brush of her fingers. He growls as if she's stuck her hand in his dinner bowl, the noise rumbling from his chest and through your back. He buries his cock in deeper, resisting the idea of stopping again, and his tapered tip wedges against a spot so deep inside you that you spasm in his arms. You cum so hard you swear you blackout for a few moments, your body a throb of pleasure, hips squirming, pussy trying to suck him in all the way.
You feel it - the first slip of his knot, the first stretch. The burn sears into pleasure. Your breath catches in your throat, a strangled moan escaping, pressed into Rina’s thigh.
“Please, please, please,” you sob.
Rina pushes harder against Lycaon’s shoulder. His lip curls, but he pulls back. His cock drags all the way out of you, leaves you empty, clenching around nothing. Your hands fist the fabric of Rina's skirt.
She doesn’t give you more than a moment to recover. Your pussy is still clenching when Rina's hands ghost across your ribcage. Sparks shower across your skin, nipples peaking painfully. She urges you with insistent, well-placed touches, tutting softly at the way you whimper. Her hands smooth sweat-slick hair from your face, fixing the strands reverently. She tucks two fingers under your chin and you raise your sight to her. It takes a moment for your hazy eyes to focus.
A touch on the side of your leg. You swing obediently into her lap. Rina's cold fingers pressing gently against the side of your neck, coaxing you against her chest. Your cheek cushions on her breast
Her fingers smooth sweat slick hair from your face, touch chilled and just on the side of clammy.
“Another, Mistress?” Rina asks sweetly, petting your hair. She pointedly ignores Lycaon's huff.
You peer up at her, tears brimming your eyes, catching the light and sparkling so prettily. You don't have the words. Could you even cum again? You want to plead, to whine – it had been right there. You had been so close to what you'd wanted.
“Oh, you poor thing,” she coos. The backs of her fingers press to your heated cheeks. “Cry if you must. It's all right.”
Rina's smile grows as your tears spill. She makes no move to wipe them from your cheeks. This is how she likes you, how she finds you most beautiful - worn down, fucked out, a mess in her arms for her to clean up and toy with.
Lycaon can't stand to see you cry, though. The bed creaks as he sits up, fishing a handkerchief from his discarded waistcoat. He dabs at your cheeks, tucking a knuckle under your chin to hold you in place.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs against your hair. "It was too much. I should never -”
"No." Your voice wobbles. "No, I just– I want your knot so bad.”
His cock jerks. Pre-cum dribbles from his tip, pools in his fur. Lycaon bites the rumble in his chest into a whine, locked tight behind sharp teeth.
“All right,” he breathes, heart hammering in his chest. “All right. Yes, of course. You'll have it. No more tears, please.”
Rina urges you from her chest. She knows where she's needed, knows not to linger. She presses her hand to Lycaon's shoulder, directing him to lay back against the bed. He's not quite as pliable as you are, never has been - especially not when he's wiping tears from your cheeks, kissing your forehead. His touch lingers when he follows her directive, hand stroking down the back of your arm, across your elbow, along your forearm.
She lets you toddle over to Lycaon on your knees, lets his be the hands that steady you when you swing your leg over him. You're still crying, sweet thing, tears wetting the fur of his stomach.
You wiggle into place awkwardly. His drippy tip glides through you pussy, nudging at your puffy, sensitive clit. You suck a breath through your teeth, lifting off him. The sensation is sharp, teetering on the edge of pain. Your knees pinch in and nudge Lycaon's sides, thighs jiggling. His eye tracks the movement immediately, hand stroking from your ass to your thigh, back and forth.
Rina slots in behind you. She keeps her touch on your hips light, urging you back down. Lycaon’s chest stills, his breath caught as she works you into a simple, back and forth path, dragging his cock along your slit. Once you settle into her rhythm, she reaches below you, gripping the base of Lycaon's cock, holding him steady.
He slides home easily, your pussy still molded to the shape of him. You keen, still sensitive. This new angle has him pressing against spots that dot your vision with stars. You sink deep, trembling and relieved all at once.
You get a few breaths together. Lycaon's head rests atop yours. He swallows audibly. His warm hands flex at your hips, restraint evident, strength held at bay by resolve alone. He's strong, so much stronger than you – he could press you down onto his cock easily, force you to take him to the hilt. The thought makes you clench around him, pussy fluttering.
Lycaon's teeth click next to your ear. His claws prick your skin for the fraction of a second, and then he's keeping his fingers off you, holding you by the palms. His cock throbs, twitches, aching to plug you with his knot.
Before you can grow too comfortable sitting on his cock, milking him dry with the squeeze of your pussy in response to every shallow thrust, every aching press of his knot to your hole, Rina begins her adjustments. At your hips first, the little suggestion of movement in her fingertips. You don't respond immediately, pussy so full you can't think straight. She pinches the fat of your hips, spurring your obedience.
She gets your hips rocking first, guiding you until you settle into the movement on your own. It's gentler than before, but each press of your hips sucks him deeper. This is the one - it has to be.
Rina doesn't let you stay hunched over. Her hands touch to your back, adjusting your posturing until your sitting so pretty on his cock. She adjusts your arms, lets you wind them around Lycaon’s neck instead of curling up behind him to claw at him shoulders.
You're almost there, can feel him slipping in, the stretch making your eyes roll back. Rina makes one final adjustment to your posture. She pries your face from the safety of Lycaon’s shoulders. All your pretty little sounds, your focused expressions, are clear for both of them to see.
“I'm– I'm close–” Lycaon huffs, keeping his face pressed to your shoulder. His body is coiled tight, nearly shaking with the restraint it takes not to thrust into you, to lock your bodies together and flood your pussy with his cum.
You whine, a hand fisting in his fur. Your stomach burns with the idea that after all of this, after being the perfect little toy, you might not get your prize – that he might slip out of you, cum spilling on your stomachs instead of where it belongs.
Lycaon thrusts into you hard just as your hips cycle down. His knot locks in. You gasp, the sensation foreign. You don't have time to savor it. He pounds into you, locked in place by his knot, your walls squeezing him as you cum again.
“Like you're made for me,” he babbles. Lycaon stops himself just before he bites onto your shoulder, his maw held open, sharp teeth threatening to puncture your skin. His moans are loud, pitching into a whine. His cock kicks inside of you, cum flooding your pussy, trapped in place by his knot.
You slump against him, the last few ropes of his cum spurting, his hips still shifting to drive it deeper. Your body is heavy, weighed down with the flood of pleasure still tinging your blood. Gradually, Lycaon's grip on you softens. His jaw closes, tongue flicking out to lap at your shoulder - short, slow strokes, almost apologetic.
Rina sits back and smooths the wrinkles from her dress. She admires the scene before her with a gentle smile, tilting her head to capture it from every angle. You're fully seated on his cock no matter which way she looks at it, escaped cum dribbling to the sheets in rivulets.
“Is it everything you dreamed?” Hands clasped, head tipped to the side - she looks at the pair of you adoringly, as if the sight of you breathless and locked together is the cutest thing she's ever seen.
“Rina,” Lycaon says, muzzle pressed into the crook of your neck. “Some water for our mistress, please.”
There's something hidden in his tone. You're too tired to piece it together, but Rina hones it on it immediately. She strokes along your spine as she stands, bending at the waist to kiss the crown of your head. She drifts out of the room without argument.
The door latches shut. You sag against Lycaon, his arms tightening around your middle. His tongue laps at your shoulder, collecting the salt taste of your sweat. He edges closer to your neck, lapping at it in broad strokes.
"Are you comfortable?" He murmurs against your skin.
"Mmhm," you hum, eyes shut, trusting your weight to his hold. “Feels good.”
Lycaon's tail dusts against the sheets. He presses his nose to the joint of your shoulder and neck, breathing your scent deep. For a moment, he thinks you might fall asleep, your cheek pressed against the soft fur of his chest.
“Let's order takeout,” you mumble.
Lycaon huffs. The closest thing he can muster to a laugh in his exhaustion. His arm tightens around your waist. He shifts you carefully so that you're both lying down, trying his best to ignore the way you squeeze around him, the way his cock gives a tired, painful jerk. He drags a blanket over your bodies.
“Worked up an appetite, did you?”
You nuzzle closer to his chest, letting out a satisfied sigh. “I just don't want Rina to cook for us.”
Corin, Ellen, Rina and Fem!Lycaon giving reader a lap pillow
A/n: I wrote this just to get something out so that people don't think I've gone again, and also because I forgot to add my daughter Corin to the ZZZ masterlist, so this is my way of saying I write for her as well. Originally, I only wrote this for Corin, Ellen and Rina, but I felt bad excluding only Lycaon, so I included him as my first genderbent character. I hope you all enjoy!
Corin Wickes x male reader, Ellen Joe x male reader, Rina x male reader, Fem!Lycaon x male reader
Corin Wickes
Over the past few days, Corin had noticed a strange change in your behaviour. Where you were usually more upbeat and energetic, you now seemed much more dispirited and sluggish, and just slightly irritable, which didn't exactly pair well with her anxious attitude.
Corin wanted to do her best to help you out of your funk, feeling it's her duty both as a maid and your girlfriend, just as you've helped her with her lack of confidence many times before. And so, she quickly gathers up the courage to talk to you about it...over several days. While to some this may seem like a long time to bring up something so serious, to her, this is actually a record, with Corin usually taking at least a week to even mention such an issue to someone that's not her boyfriend.
Corin approaches you standing in the kitchen, the way you lean ever so slightly reminds her of how Ellen would sometimes fall asleep standing up whenever she's particularly tired. Pushing aside her fear, she shyly taps you on the shoulder, causing you to look at her with a quizzical glance, which does little to soothe her unease.
"U-Um, excuse me, master."
"Corin, I told you before. You don't need to call me that. I'm your boyfriend, not your employer."
"R-Right, I'm sorry. It's just...I couldn't help but notice that you seem a little more tired than usual, and...I wanted to help you."
You look at her for a few more seconds, then let out a sigh.
"You're right. I guess I have been a bit moody recently. I'm sorry, my bean."
Corin blushes at the pet name as she frantically waves her hands.
"I-It wasn't that bad, really. Please don't worry about it."
"So, what did you have in mind?"
Corin suddenly freezes. She'd spent so much time practicing how to bring up the issue at all, that she isn't entirely sure what to say next. She quickly searches through her mind for an answer when she gets an idea.
"I-I was thinking...I could give you a lap pillow?"
"A lap pillow?"
"R-Right. Miss Ellen sometimes falls asleep on me when she works herself too hard, and she says it's really comfortable, so maybe it could help you too."
"Alright, I'll give it a try."
Corin nods and goes to sit on the couch. As you sit next to her, she timidly pats her legs to signal for you to lie on them. You rest your head on her thighs, and they're surprisingly comfortable. They're slightly warm, most likely due to how much she's blushing, which actually makes for a pretty nice pillow.
"I-If it's ok with you, I'd like to try cleaning your ears."
"Go ahead, my bean."
With a small nod, Corin reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small ear cleaning brush.
"Please close your eyes and relax, my love."
You close your eyes, as the rhythmic, soft swishing sound of the brush slowly lulls you to sleep. She continues cleaning your ears for a few minutes as she hums a simple melody, both to keep herself calm and to help you sleep.
As she watches you fall into a slumber, she gives a small smile and puts the brush to the side. Even if only for a moment, watching how calm and peaceful you look is enough to make Corin's nerves disappear, leaving only the love and warmth she has for you.
Resisting the urge to cuddle into your chest out of fear of waking you up, Corin wraps her arms around you and gently pulls you closer.
"G-Good night, my love. Please sleep for as long as you need."
Ellen Joe
"What do you wanna watch tonight? There's this new movie that Ruby keeps talking about and-"
Ellen looks up from mindless social media scrolling in her shark onesie to see you looking at the TV with a blank expression. This alone is strange enough, and it's made even stranger by the fact that the TV is currently switched off.
"Hey, you ok?"
Ellen waves a hand in front of your face, yet you still don't respond. Getting a little annoyed, Ellen decides on a more direct approach, and gives your arm a light nibble. Your eyes widen as you look around, blinking in confusion.
"H-Huh? What happened?"
"You were dozing off again, so I woke you up."
"Oh, I'm sorry, my nom nom shark."
"Don't call me that, and considering the mark I left, I should probably apologise too."
You look down to see what's she's talking about, and find a bright red mark on your arm.
"I-It's fine."
"Why are you so tired, anyway?"
You scratch the back of your head.
"I don't know, I guess stressing over exams must've taken a lot out of me."
"You should be more like me, I don't really let stuff like that bother me."
"...That's because you have your job at Victoria Housekeeping to fall back on."
"Either way, we don't have any more exams, so you should get some rest."
"I'm fine, really. Let's just watch the film Ruby told you about"
She gives you a doubting look for a few seconds.
"Ok, if you're sure."
Ellen puts her phone to the side and grabs the TV remote. However, as soon as she goes to press the on button, she feels something fall into her lap. She looks down to see your head resting on her thighs. While her legs would usually be cold, on account of her being a Shark Thiren, the soft, warm and fuzzy material of her onesie more than makes up for it, making it all the more difficult for you to get up.
"I'm sorry, my nom nom shark. I thought I could power through it."
Ellen almost makes a comment about your pet name for her again, but decides you're probably just too tired to think straight right now. She lets out a sigh and plays with a strand of your hair.
"It's fine, I'm a little sleepy too, so I probably would have slept through it as well. You can fall asleep like this if you want."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'll carry you to bed later, so don't worry about it. Besides, you always do the same for me, and this is the type of stuff girlfriends are supposed to do for their boyfriends. At least, that's what Lynn told me. I think she called it...reciprocation?"
"Alright, if you're ok with it, then I'll see you in the morning. Good night, my nom nom shark."
"Good night, guppy."
As you fall asleep on her, Ellen hangs her tail over the edge of the couch, not wanting to accidentally hurt you by carelessly swinging it into you while zoning out.
She never does end up carrying you to bed, as just gazing at your sleeping form is enough to make her nod off as well right then and there. She figures the back pain she ends up with the following morning is just her karmic retribution.
Alexandrina Sebastiane
"Hey, Rina. How come you're still in your work uniform? You're usually in your after-hours set by now."
"I'm afraid a true maid's work isn't complete until she's satisfied all of her master's needs."
"What do you mean? I thought you just finished work at your master's place."
"On the contrary, my sweetcake is my most important master of all~"
"H-Huh?"
A light blush forms on your face as Rina elegantly floats over to you. She places a gloved hand on your chin, and gently lifts it up to have you look at her. She notices a pair of dark circles under your eyes, ones that less attentive people would never even notice.
"It's as I thought, you've been depriving yourself of sleep recently, haven't you?"
"Y-You really noticed something like that?"
"Of course, I wouldn't be the most senior member at a prestigious company like Victoria Housekeeping without such an eye for detail, now would I?"
"I...I guess that makes sense."
Rina smiles as she moves her hand from your chin to your cheek.
"I'm glad you think so, sweetcake. Now, as your maid, it's my duty to rectify your sleep schedule at once."
Rina takes your hand in hers and leads you over to the couch. She sits down and looks up at you, patting her lap with a loving smile.
"Please rest your head here, my sweetcake, and allow me to pamper you to sleep."
You shyly sit next to her on the couch, lowering your head down onto her thighs. Her legs are warm, though you can't tell if it's from the maid dress itself, or from the heat of the electromagnet system built into it. Either way, you can't help but nuzzle closer, seeking more of her warmth. This only causes Rina's smile to widen.
"I take it my services are to your liking, my sweetcake?"
"T-They are, but do you really have to call me a pet name like that?"
"Hmm? Then, perhaps you'd prefer something like...my good boy~?"
You blush even more than before from Rina's words. Rina lets out a light chuckle at your reaction, covering her mouth with her hand before moving it to your cheek, gently stroking her thumb against it.
"Relax, my sweetcake, I was merely teasing~ Now, be good for me and go to sleep, ok?"
At that moment, Drusilla and Anastella appear, carrying a blanket with them. They drape the blanket over you, then move to float beside Rina.
"Sleep now! Sleep now!"
"Go to sleep! Go to sleep!"
"Calm down, you two. Our sweetcake will never get to sleep if you both keep being so noisy."
However, when she looks back down from her two Bangboo, Rina sees that you've already fallen asleep, nuzzled against her chest. This causes her to give another chuckle. She strokes your cheek some more, then moves your hair away from your forehead and leans down to press a kiss to your brow.
"Good night, my sweetcake. Please dream only the sweetest dreams for me."
Fem!Lycaon
I wasn't sure what the female form of Lycaon would be, so I went with Lycaina for this fic. Credit to reddit user u/mozzie765 for the art.
You stare distantly at the computer screen on the coffee table in front of you. You've been sat here for what feels like an eternity now, the half-finished report almost taunting you for taking so long just to write it. You take another look at the time for what must be the 37th time tonight at least. 1:30 a.m.
You bury your face in your hands and let out a groan. When did it get so late? You only agreed to do the report because you thought it would be quick and easy. At least, that's what your co-worker promised when they practically begged you on their knees to take it off their hands. That's the last time you ever do them a favour.
You lean forward to begin typing once more, your hands barely awake enough to even reach the keyboard, your mind too hazy to register the clicking of the keys. However, you're quickly cut off by the sound of coughing nearby.
You turn around to see your girlfriend standing beside you with perfect posture, one hand behind her back and the other in the form of a closed fist against her mouth. She looks down at you with a stern expression, which you can't help but worry at even knowing that your lover would never lay a finger on you in anger.
"Dear, what are you still doing up?"
You can tell just from the tone of her voice that she already knows the reason, but you don't dare disobey her when she's like this.
"I-I'm just finishing up my work."
"The same work you've been doing since late afternoon?"
"I-I-"
"Thirty minutes ago, you promised me you'd be done in half an hour. Now, exactly thirty minutes have passed, yet you still appear to be far from finished. May I inquire why?"
"I...I just promised a co-worker I'd finish their work for them. I just didn't think it'd take this long..."
Lycaina sighs and places a hand on your head, stroking your hair.
"You truly are a kind soul, but I fear that only makes it all too easy for others to take advantage of you. You should come to bed, you are in no state to continue working."
"I'll be fine, Caina. I only have a few more...paragraphs to go."
Lycaina looks like she's about to argue, but instead she simply positions herself next to you on the couch.
"Caina? What are you doing? You shouldn't keep yourself awake just for me."
"If you will not come to bed, then I must insist that you sleep here instead."
"Huh? What do you me-"
You're interrupted by Lycaina wrapping her arm around your waist, she pulls you down with ease, your head hitting her thighs. You almost fall asleep just from the warmth of her fur through her trousers and the heat her mechanical legs are producing, not to mention her hand running through your hair.
"Please do not resist, dear. You are unable to fight me normally, let alone in such a fatigued state."
Your mind quickly tries to come up with an excuse as to why you should be allowed to return to your work, but you're so tired that you can't come up with one except...
"But...I can't sleep without a blanket."
...That.
"Then please allow me to improvise one for you."
Lycaina's fluffy tail emerges from behind her and wraps itself around you. You look up at Lycaina in surprise.
"Y-Your tail? I thought that was off limits."
"For most, it is. However, for my boyfriend and favourite client, I can make an exception this one time."
You want to argue against her, but the added comfort of her tail is enough to finally send you to sleep. Upon seeing your eyes close, Lycaina moves your computer in front of her and begins typing.
She would quickly finish the report for you, if only so that your co-worker couldn't get you into trouble, then have a "gentle word" with them tomorrow about offloading their responsibilities onto others without even offering compensation.
Once the report is complete, Lycaina shuts off your computer and closes it so that its light doesn't interrupt your sleep. Then, she looks down at you once more, and gives a soft smile at the sight of your vulnerable state.
"Good night, my dear. May your dreams be as sweet and pleasant as you are."
Notes: GN reader as standard for my writing, all readers are treated as being the same age range as their paired character (~+- 1yr)
*sub note, tumblr can suck it for the formatting issues in Rina's part, that's why it looks worse.
Corin:
She’s a hard worker, and it really inspires you to do your best. She constantly says she looks up to you (though she means metaphorically, literally isn’t inaccurate either) But you feel like it’s the other way around and she’s the one who you look up to.
When you’re able to meet up after her commissions or normal cleaning, she tends to be quite beat so you may go to get some snacks from 141 and just sit on a bench together spending time just talking about whatever happened on during her job, that she can talk about/
When she has a weekend off she’s quite fond of going to concerts at 404. or similar punk shows. Which you thought would be out of character for her timid nature, but she’s quite into alt fasion and punk movements.
It’s a huge shift in her personality to enter one of those shows with her, since she isn’t wearing her maid outfit, she has a lot of little trinkets and bracelets on, a necklace, and a few hair clips and she gets really into the music.
She dances a lot at those concerts, and has tried to help teach you how to dance and really get into it.
She really lets loose, since she knows the kinds of people who attend those events want to just see people have fun, she had started dancing to ‘bring up the mood’ but fell in love and kept practicing the dances on her own time.
When you dance together, likely on the edge where you’re not likely to be run into by a dozen people. She’s ecstatic, has such a big smile on her face even if you miss some steps.
You’ve gone out enough that if you’re alone together at your place, you’ll both put on some music and just start jamming out.
This has lead to you discovering a lot of new bands thorugh her, she has a lot of very good music taste.
Lycaon did walk in on you once, when you visited Victoria Housekeeping, and you two were in the middle of dancing which did panic the young girl.
He left you two off with a verbal warning, but you did hear that Corin had to suffer Lycaon trying to understand ‘youth culture’ and ‘underground music’. It didn’t work, he still barely can understand a word of slang.
So you are now barred from trying to drop by her workplace, by her so she doesn’t get embarrassed in front of Lycaon again.
Speaking of VHK, you’ve met her coworkers, Lycaon had the dancing as your first meeting, but does enjoy seeing you around helping Corin relax, Ms. Rina quite enjoys you, if she ever sees you will stop by, just checking how you’re doing and maybe offer some food.
The one who talks with you the most is Ellen, she doesn’t so much talk as ask you to be her excuse to miss days of class, or to ‘give her work’ just going around to some stores together.
Corin is not happy when she does it, though she doesn’t bring it up directly you’ve heard her mumble after your, non-optional, outings with Ellen, “Hmpf, trying to steal my partner.” As she walks a little closer to you.
You’ve managed, through Lycaon and Rina catching on as well as your efforts, to curb Ellen asking you to help her ditch, and instead you just meet up and hang out wither her and sometimes friends.
You two have had a few sleepovers, and you’ve found out, when you shared a futon one night, she runs quite cold, so wants to be pressed next to you so she can sleep.
When she woke up her hair was a mess and she looked quite lost and cute, it apparently takes her a while to wake up so you watched her walk around dazed and doing her daily routine until she splashed her face with some water then coming to.
The rest of the morning went by quite fast as she had to leave, giving you a big hug before she did.
Ellen:
You get contacted by her sometimes in the middle of the day, sometimes 4am, you’re never sure when she’s going to send you a message. They were at first pretty formal, just curious about plans.
As you’ve gotten closer she’s texts almost completely differently, she will act cool and nonchalant with you in front of her friends, but her friends especially notice her tail moving a little bit more than before.
When you’re out together or alone though, your shoulder is her personal pillow. She tries really hard to stay up when you’re going out together, constantly concerned about falling asleep since she knows she wont wake up if she does.
Is it because of her accidentally falling asleep on you one evening and you were stuck with her on your lap for almost two hours? Maybe.
You make sure that whenever you meet, you have some kind of snack to satiate her. Since she can look like death warmed over after her work.
You do know she is careful about her weight, it first came up when she had less work coming in and was spending a bit more time with you and her friends,
Whenever you met up she’d ask about how she looks, she also came over to your place and you saw her standing in the hallway slightly leaning against the wall squeezing her stomach.
You pretended not to notice, but do make up for it when you give her compliments to say she’s looks great no matter what, she always gets a bit pink when you compliment her.
This did let her slowly open up about her concerns with her body, and building trust with you to talk a bit more about her past.
As a result you maybe have started making personal snacks for her, ensuring they’re healthy (er) than just candy.
She surely doesn’t feel Very strongly that you’d make her little fish/ shark shaped snacks, she seems to nearly bounce in anticipation for the next batch.
Her friends have seen her bring in your snacks, which she tried to say she made them. But because she wouldn’t let any of them try,
They started making guesses and Lynn was the quickest on the uptake, asking if she’d shared any with you which made Ellen apparently slip, revealing that you’d made them.
They all are very invested to know what goes on between you two, prodding her for any juicy news. Thankfully for you, she doesn’t say much, unfortunately for you, her friends have started to ambush you as well when she’s busy with work.
So you end up getting mobbed by the three girls to ask what you’ve done together, a lot of it is interest in trying your treats, and if you’ve kissed Ellen.
They’re slightly jealous of her for having gotten a partner before any of them, even if they say everyone is so unpleasant at school as a possible partner.
Though they’re not going to ‘intentionally’ sabotage your relationship with her, but they do maybe meddle a little more than they should.
This has drawn Ellen’s ire and she’s had to chase them off from some of your meetings, as they’ve tried to hide behind potted plants in a restaurant to watch you two.
That said they’ve become by proxy close friends to you as well as Ellen, which she did express a little concern over you all getting along.
You are aware of her friends calling her ‘nom-nom shark’ as a nickname, so you once tried it, when you met up for one of your outings on a weekend you greeted her with, “Hi~ how are you nom-nom shark?”
Immediately had red ears, embarrassed more than you expected given how she reacts to her friends.
She doesn’t hate it, but since that’s the name her friends use, you’ve adopted a special nickname, ‘little nom’ or ‘little shark’.
Now whenever she’s bothered by something, she does perk up whenever you use her special nickname.
Rina:
When you first met, she lived up to the title ‘Head Maid’ in Victoria Housekeeping. Dilligent, punctual, meticulous in her work, exacting high standars.
But after your long back and forth, when you started going out with her, it caused a rocky start.
It never was large issues, but she was so attentive and doing so much that you had to really work with her to let you do chores with her, let you take care of her, and let down her guard more.
She didn’t understand why you’d not just want her to do everything, but after a lot of long nights, and reminders she’s managed to let go her stubborn desire to do everything for you.
It was small steps, even just letting you dust or dry dishes with her took convincing, but now they’re reagular activities on days off.
Now if there’s chores to be done she almost won’t do them without you there to spend time chatting, making plans and looking over mementos you’ve accumulated together.
It’s really helped you bond since she’s so busy, all the time you spend together means a lot more to both of you. It’s because of these evenings cooking together (you cooking, and her taking notes), cleaning together and more that you both more deeply understand each others needs and mood without needing to exchange words.
Especially after stressful clients are taken care of, she will come in and just lasily float over to the couch.
If you happen to be sitting there, well now you’ve got her laying across the whole couch head in your lap.
When she comes in like this, you turn off the tv, and dim the lights so she can have space to just close her eyes and unwind.
Anastella and Drusilla will float around you two when this happens, but may just charge to not bother her if she was doing a lot of combat that day.
It can take her up to an hour to recover to move again, which means you best be prepared to stay there comforting her if she lays on you, because you’re not moving.
You have found a week point on her, and an easy way to relieve her stress, messaging her neck to her shoulders takes away a lot of tension in her body.
When she has off from work, or things slow down enough she loves to go out and explore different areas she’s not familiar with. Trying out new resteraunts, finding new stores, finding small bands to check out.
She has a lot of connections for getting information on just about anything you could want, though you’ve noticed she does tend to gravitate to places you have really enjoyed or have fond memories together. (Even some places you’ve only mentioned really enjoying when you were younger)
If you stay inside on those days, you may find her staring or reminissing on little things you’ve collected over your time together, but it’s always with a pretty bright smile.
You’ve noticed over your time of being together she got more and more into hanging off you, or being comforted by your touch.
Early on she would hold hands, but as you spent more and more time together, eventually sharing a space, she was willing to lean against you.
Then she started laying on your lap after stressful days. Then after a while, if you’re cooking she likes to come up from behind and hug you, just taking in you presence.
She enjoys just knowing you’re there, even if you’re not talking, or doing much. It’s just that you are there with her, and nobody else.
You did notice she’s inexperienced, or quite cute when you first kissed her. She apparently has had little experience with relationships in past, VHK being the closest people to her in a long while until you came around.
She’s still unable to give anything but a quick peck without feeling flustered, which made her stubbornness come to fruition and she started ‘learning’.
You can only call it ‘learning’ as, she ended up contracting some video store owners with helping her find special tapes, ‘unmarked’ tapes so she can understand how to better ‘make love’ with you.
You only found out because you came back early, and found her on the couch with flushed cheeks watching one of said ‘unmarked’ tapes, notepad in hand furiously writing down something.
It was an interesting conversation to say the least, you listened to her. Admititdly you had to hold back some laughter at the concept but respected her too much to do that.
You were just happy that she didn’t go with plan B, which was practice with something pha- the rest was smudged with erasing. (You finding that sent a chill down the Phaethon siblings spines, they were never sure why.)
She did feel awkward about not having ‘enough’ experience in even these simple things, but you explained it from a different angle, “How much is enough? One, two, five, ten people? Everyone is different, so even with ‘prior experience’ it may not be applicable.”
It took a little bit for her to get over being seen in such an improper situation, but telling emberassing stories of your past exploits helped her realize it’s just a part of love and life.
She did grow and become more comfortable in expressing her desires with you from this, so she will ask or be more willing to initiate a kiss without worry.
I sure can! 😄 Here are some sweet headcanons about Rina when she has a crush:
Subtle Nervousness: Despite her usual calm demeanor, Rina becomes slightly flustered around her crush, fiddling with her gloves or adjusting her hair more often than usual.
Rina: "Oh, I seem to have been fussing with my gloves... again." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, offering a soft smile.
Crush: "You look great, no need to worry." They give her a reassuring nod.
Rina: "Thank you... That means a lot coming from you." She quickly glances away, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
Overly Polite: Rina’s already impeccable manners become even more pronounced when speaking to her crush, with extra emphasis on courtesy.
Rina: "Please, after you. It would be my greatest pleasure." She inclines her head slightly in respect.
Crush: "You’re always so thoughtful, Rina." They smile warmly as they walk past her.
Rina: "It’s only proper to treat someone like you with the utmost courtesy." She follows behind, her heart fluttering.
Culinary Experimentation: Rina tries to impress her crush by cooking dishes she’s never made before, even if they don’t turn out well.
Rina: "I... tried a new recipe. I hope it’s to your liking." She watches closely as they take a bite.
Crush: "This is... different. But I appreciate the effort, Rina." They give her a supportive smile.
Rina: "I’m relieved. Perhaps next time, I’ll perfect it just for you." She clasps her hands together, her nervousness easing slightly.
Extra Care in Appearance: Rina spends even more time ensuring her appearance is perfect before meeting her crush, checking her reflection multiple times.
Rina: "Does this attire seem appropriate? I wonder if it's too much..." She smooths down her skirt, glancing up at them.
Crush: "You always look amazing, Rina. You really don’t need to worry." They offer her a warm smile.
Rina: "Your reassurance is... comforting. Thank you." She gives them a sincere look, feeling more at ease.
Gentle Teasing: She starts playfully teasing her crush in subtle ways, something she rarely does with others.
Rina: "You seem to be quite the charmer today. Should I be cautious?" She tilts her head, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Crush: "Only if it means I get to see you smile more." They wink at her.
Rina: "Flattery will get you everywhere, it seems." She chuckles softly, a genuine smile breaking through.
Seeking Their Opinion: Rina asks for her crush’s opinion on matters she normally wouldn’t, showing she values their perspective.
Rina: "What do you think of this arrangement? I’d love to hear your thoughts." She steps closer, her focus entirely on them.
Crush: "It’s beautiful, but with your touch, I’m not surprised." They gently brush a petal, looking back at her.
Rina: "Your approval means more to me than you know." She gives them a warm smile, feeling a sense of pride.
Blushing Bangboo: Drusilla, who is in tune with Rina's emotions, sometimes lets slip Rina's feelings by making playful comments.
Drusilla: "Rina, you’re blushing again. Should I fetch some cold water?" The Bangboo giggles, nudging her lightly.
Rina: "Drusilla, please... That won’t be necessary." She tries to suppress a blush, avoiding her crush’s gaze.
Crush: "I’m curious, what makes you blush, Rina?" They lean in slightly, intrigued.
Rina: "Just... the warmth of the moment, I suppose." She smiles shyly, her heart racing.
Frequent Assistance: Rina finds excuses to assist her crush, even in minor tasks, just to spend more time with them.
Rina: "Here, let me assist you with that. It’s no trouble at all." She carefully takes the item from their hands, her focus unwavering.
Crush: "You’re always so helpful, Rina. Thank you." They smile appreciatively.
Rina: "It’s my pleasure... especially when it’s you who needs the help." She gives them a meaningful look before continuing.
Uncharacteristic Forgetfulness: She occasionally forgets small details when talking to her crush, something very unlike her usual precise nature.
Rina: "I’m terribly sorry, what was I saying? It seems you have a distracting effect on me." She chuckles softly, shaking her head.
Crush: "I’m flattered! But don’t worry, it’s kind of endearing." They give her a reassuring grin.
Rina: "Endearing, you say? That’s a new one for me." She smiles, her usual composure slipping charmingly.
Daydreaming: Rina might catch herself daydreaming about her crush, only to snap back to reality with a slight smile.
Crush: "Rina, are you with me?" They gently squeeze her arm, concern in their voice.
Rina: "Ah, my apologies, I was just... thinking of something pleasant." She smiles, a soft, dreamy look still in her eyes.
Crush: "I hope it was something good." They smile back, intrigued by her expression.
Rina: "Very much so." She gives them a meaningful glance before returning to the conversation, a small smile lingering on her lips.
maid x master are overrated booo tomato tomato /hj
i want more maid x maid wlw cuz i think they're cute :3
well since we talking about maid here can i request alexandrina x shy fem junior/trainee maid, for short rina teach y/n proper etiquette as they spend time together they start flirting or something like that (y/n working for months so they know each other a bit)
sorry man I can't write good prompt :(
anyways get enough sleep, sleep good you deserve it
"The One in Which You and a Ghost Lady Fall in Love” Alexandrina Sebastiane x gnReader
a/n: decided to do gender neutral rather than female, hope you don’t mind! but feel free to change the pronouns and such in your head!
a/n²: ironically pretty bad at writing a relationship that doesn't end in tragedy
As the newest addition of Victoria Housekeeping, you had to undergo various types of training- as expected. Ranging from household cleaning to taking down Ethereals in a fast and professional manner. Honestly you sorta expected it- even having been warned as you applied for the position about the additional forms of work Victoria Housekeeping did.
Though to be honest, it was pretty fun, being given training and permission to let go and duke it out with enemies whenever the need arose. The problem was the whole ‘interacting with clients’, it was really hard not to tremble or cringe while talking, feeling as though you were embarrassing Mister Lycaon and the rest of Victoria Housekeeping just by existing.
So, you had been given more training in customer relations, with your main teacher being Miss Sebastiane- though she preferred you call her Miss Rina. She was your senior, a woman with a serene gracefulness, kind and gentle- yet not afraid to put pressure on clients who got too handsy or Ethereals that entered the property they were hired to keep. She was so kind, strong, gentle, firm, a smile that made you at ease and inspired you to keep pushing away from the mental barrier of interacting with clients. Beautiful, with soft hair framing her mature face, eyes of ruby that kept you mesmerized…
Then those eyes blinked.
Today Miss Rina had been teaching you how to dance, a semi-often requested service. For when a client didn’t have a partner- either through choice or circumstance, they would call on Victoria Housekeeping to be their partner. It happened more often than one would think.
Yet as she lead you through the steps, you had become transfixed on the older lady, still mirroring her but losing yourself in her. Something she noticed as you lost your usual unsureness, steps becoming more loose rather than the high-strung nervousness you usually exhibited.
Truthfully she was very flattered, where people usually looked at her, it was with either lust or a passing by before turning to the other workers like Lycaon or Ellen. You looked at her with love, heart stolen by her. She had her eye on you for a bit, the cuteness of your bashfulness, how you aimed to do your best- much like Corin, yet fell flat at the more mental problems. You were cute yes, but also strong in your own way, a trait you shared with Corin as well. Always aiming to protect, eyes filled with warmth even when in stressful situations.
As the two of you finished your dance, she dipped you low, holding you steady, gaze looking deep back at you.
Words escaped you, “Would you grant me the honor of going to dinner with you?” You immediately slammed your palms to your mouth- leading you to fall and hit your bum on the ground. Internally you were panicking, doing everything you could to not look at Miss Rina, hoping you didn’t ruin the relationship between the two of you, having overstepped the bounds of the work-place.
Out of your view, she relaxed, sinking down and cupping your chin. Softly directing you to look at her, you followed, puddy in her hands. “Nothing would make me happier.” With her free hand she held you by the arm, pulling you up alongside her as she moved with the serenity of a flowing river. “Tonight at 8?” You nodded, not trusting your words to be able to convey what you wanted. There weren't any words possible to let her know what you felt.
rina loves dancing. she fell in love with the passion that went into it prior to meeting you.
anastella and drusilla love dancing with rina while cleaning around different houses, and apartments which hired the victoria housekeeping's service.
rina who fell in love with the way you'd dance with her for the first time. you offered to help her out (free of charge)
and a headcannon i like to think about is that anastella has a built-in aux, or at least brings one around so they three can dance, well.. now four, including you. rina loves dancing with your hands in hers.
rina who spins around with you, interlocking with each other's fingers, singing along to the song as it reached it's chorus.
rina who's so busy looking at you she forgets the song completely, just enamoured by how lucky she is. her cold hands, in contrast with your warm ones, she couldn't help but crack a small smile.
