hey we hit 100 followers and i have nothing completed to post oops. lets get a little parasocial here but i love and appreciate you all for supporting. the fact people read and enjoy my work makes me insufferably happy.
as a treat and extra thank you, here is a snippit from a wolfbur smut request i'm working on. not a smutty section tho sorry.
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until (from what you thought was nowhere, but in retrospect was incredibly obvious) recently, you realised you maybe, possibly, probably, definitely are in love with him.
his face pressed into your neck reminds you you're still currently being held by him. his stubble is a little overgrown and it scratches against your exposed shoulder, only made more intimate as he lets out an exaggerated sigh so you can feel his warm breath.
"you need more friends, clearly." you finally reply, knowing sarcasm and bluffing is your best option to avoid going on what he doesn't realise is essentially a date.
"i have friends." he says quickly, words muffled since he still hasn't lifted his head from your shoulder. he's sniffing now, something else you'd gotten familiar with during your time together. he explained how basically every canine had very strong family connections, and any relationship was held close to the heart, cuddling was on the same level as shaking hands.
"but i don't wanna show them, not until i've shown you. so you see it first. uh, second, i mean." he continues finally looking at your face with a nervous smile, trying and failing to read your facial expression before hiding in your shoulder again. "i was first, obviously. but second is pretty good too."
you scoff and tilt your head away, eye contact is too much right now. too much when his leg is already firmly pressed between yours, his curls tickling your jaw, his lips brushing against your neck every time he spoke. he smelt good too, like... weirdly more than normal. which stood out considering most of the time he either smelt like blood or rain.
note; sooo I sorta kinda read wolfbur as dark wolf after reading your request over and over again and ended up making a darkwolf one BUT I fixed my mistake so here! I hope you like it<3 I'm actually going through my drafts today and queing everything up so most requests should be out today & tomorrow :3 as always requests are open it just may be a few days before I get to them!
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- i think he's a bit more strict as a cg, more sound boundaries and rules. just because he doesn't want you hurt, he cares about you and puts your safety and well-being first.
- things like candy/sugar limits, how far you go when you play outside, bedtimes/routines, no swearing, etc. small things but, more yk?
- he tries his hardest to not laugh when you do swear when regressed because, come on, it's funny!
- you're all puffy, getting mad because he said no ice cream for breakfast (when really you're just tired) and so you tell him 'f you!' and he just smiles.
- it sounds so silly with your baby voice, but he just smiles and tries to calm you down.
- I'm not very familiar with lycans or how it works so I won't touch on that too much bUT he does like to chase you around playfully in his human form and tell you how the big bad dada wolf is gonna get you! you're just giggling and squealing and running from him, but end up getting picked up and spun around by him!
- cuddles you into his chest and likes to curl around you and rub your back n stuff!
- he's very soft with you and he's very observant, he knows what you need before you do, often times.
- offers his hair for you to play with, like he'll lean his head down for you to play with his curls.
- any sort of stim like that helps you when you're fussy or having a meltdown
- so he'll offer his hair, or his hands or a stuffie for you to play with
- it's almost like a reminder that he's real and there and youre okay, y'know?
- likes calling you baby wolf and little one mostly but uses a lot of petnames!
- he's a good cook so he makes all the meals, and he's good at it too.
- cuts your food into bites though, he doesn't want you to choke!
- plays with you in the floor for hours on end
- most of the time he cleans up while you're napping but sometimes he'll have you help.
- he wants you to be as stress free so he'll just do it for you, he enjoys doing it though!
- like he'll just put on an old record and go around and clean up the house while you're napping in your room.
- wakes you up from naps with soft coos and sweet forehead kisses!
- likes giving you his sweaters/shirts to sleep in bc they're comfy but you like how they smell like him!
CW!!! mentions of eating and overworking, you/your pronouns, no use of y/n, wilbur quits reader's job without asking, small panic
wolfbur x reader - 800 words
proofread by @drop-of-void ty ty
notes: ive been in a very soft mood and this fic is incredibly self indulgent :))
Wilbur missed you.
You hadn’t had a day off work in weeks and you were so exhausted that the only thing you could do when you arrived home was curl up in his arms and sleep. And as a lycan he was very comfortable to sleep next to.
So that was the routine. You would wake up extremely early, attempt - and fail - to eat something, and head directly to work. Wilbur would make you something that would be easy to scarf down when you came home at an ungodly hour, with plenty of nutrients, and then you would fall asleep next to him.
And repeat.
Wilbur had decided this was enough, you were working yourself to death and it pained him to see you nauseous so often that you were rapidly losing weight. So he finally called your boss and ‘gently’ explained that you would not be working today. Or ever again. And when you woke up that early morning, he pulled you back to bed.
“Wilbur I’m going to be late- stop- Wilbur stop!” You cried out anxiously. He loosened his grip, but still held you, kissing your head and petting you gently.
“Hey, hey, you’re not going to be late, darling! I called you in sick, okay? You need to rest, I…” He looked down at you, your eyes tearing up, “Oh honey, come here.” He wrapped his arms around you and cooed softly, almost tearing up himself.
“Darling, you are not going back to work,” he said, trying to be firm without sounding upset. “I… I called your boss and said that you wouldn’t be coming back..” He waited for your reaction.
“You- you did what?” You panicked trying to push away from him and get to your phone.
“Darling- my love, please- sweetheart.” He held your shoulders and crouched to be eye level with you. “You are overworked. I will take care of you and the house and any other needs you may have, but you are not going back to work.” He was firm enough that you obliged, but you could tell he really cared for you. You were his mate! It was his job to protect and care for you.
He gently guided you back to bed and brushed his fingers through your hair until you fell into a peaceful sleep.
After a few hours, when the sun spilled golden light past the curtains, Wilbur carefully got out of bed. He padded over to the kitchen and made a breakfast you would be able to keep down, stored it in the fridge, and then he got to work on cleaning.
He started in the living room, wiping down the large window that looked out into the garden and dusting all the trinkets that sat on the ledge. Moving to the right, he carefully took down your books from their shelves - remembering the order they were in, even if you had hundreds - and cleared away all the dust. Once they were all back in place, he continued with the desk that hid in the corner of the room, creating its own little nook. He cleared away the balled up papers, week old cups, and many, many, energy drinks. He emptied your small bin, replacing the bag, and then continued dusting.
You had many small items around the house, trying to fill it as much as possible. As a kid, you had to keep your room minimalist. Nothing on the walls, everything put in its place, and if these rules were broken, your parents would come in with trash bags and throw everything away.
Wilbur knew how important these were to you, so he took care in making sure everything was nicely back in its place.
By the time he was done with the living room, you had woken up, softly toddling over to him as he greeted you with a hug. His large t-shirt hung loosely on your tiny frame and your hair was a bit of a mess.
“Hello, my darling!” he whispered, a large grin on his face, “I made you something to eat that shouldn’t upset your stomach, would you like to follow me to the kitchen?” He was very patient, allowing you to say no, but you nodded and he walked you to the fridge. He made sure not to watch you eat, busying himself with more cleaning until you were done.
“Wilbur?” He heard your small voice from the kitchen and rushed over.
“Yes, love?” You were crying again, but you had finished your food. He sat next to you, gently taking your hands. “Honey, what’s the matter?”
“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him, “Thank you for caring about me.”
His heart melted. Of course he cared about you! Not just because you were his mate, but because you were an amazing person. Your smile lit up the room tenfold and your voice - your laughter - was something he could listen to on repeat for the rest of his life.
I’m so sorry you haven’t heard from me in so long. I’m experiencing what I think may be my first depressive episode- I don’t have a diagnosis but I can’t afford one, so keep in mind this is an assumption. It’s just been a lot of isolating myself and feeling like garbage and being worried all my friends hate me, even with no proof of that. It has…not been fun :(
If you’re comfortable with it (I don’t know how things look mentally for you- please don’t feel like you have to answer this if you’re not feeling up to it.) I’m curious on your thoughts about Wolfbur when his partner is in a similar situation? I just feel like he’d be so concerned and soft and it’s really sweet to think about.
If you’re not up to that, that is perfectly fine as well. I hope you’re doing well :)
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Oh honey, you don't have to apologise for that. Depression is quite the violent beast at times and I know from personal experience how difficult it can be to grapple with. What matters is that you're taking the time to focus on yourself and doing what you can to get by, lovely. The mind can be cruel, but you're always welcome here. I get excited just to see you and know you're okay
You can have some Wolfbur thoughts, as a little treat. As usual minors fuck off. Not edited at all.
Wolfbur worries about you a lot. It's pretty much his natural state of being, he's always worried about you, always wanting to check in on you. To be honest, if he noticed you slipping into that slump he wouldn't know what to do at first. I don't think this version of Wilbur struggles with his mental health as much as the others, so he wouldn't have much experience with that stuff.
But, he would worry you were sick. He'd make himself feel ill worrying that you had some strange human sickness he hadn't heard of or experienced yet. The more time you spend in bed, not coaxed out by his soft voice, and the less you begin to eat or do much of anything...
In the end, he goes to Phil.
It makes him feel juvenile, but he knows his father is old and wise, he knows his father has experienced many things. So, he goes running back to him with his tail between his legs and his ears low, he tells him all about his mate's strange illness. Phil's eyes soften with understanding, and he cradles Wilbur's head as he explains what you need.
After that, Wilbur is more prepared. He doesn't know what this illness 'depression' is exactly, but he knows it makes you tired, and sad, it makes getting up to do things difficult. It makes loving yourself impossible. So, he does all those things for you. He brings you food - nothing amazing because he's still banned from using the oven - and lays with you, holds you close and reminds you that he loves you.
"Your mind might be saying cruel things to you right now, darling, but I love you. The time when your brain is cruel do not change that," He whispers, holding you close. It doesn't magically cure those feelings, but it helps to have someone who can be patient, who can help coax you out of bed and stand in the shower with you.
He's happy to do those things, happy to help support you when you need him. And after, when you're clean and back in bed, he'll shift and curl his large, furry body around you, and tell you stories of his exploits with Tommy and Techno when they were younger. Low voice crooning until you drift off to sleep.
And he's happy to repeat that process until you feel human enough to leave your bed - to celebrate you little victories. On those days when even brushing your teeth feels like too much energy, he'll sweep you up, kiss your forehead, and remind you that he's proud of you for trying even when it all feels like too much.
So Sleeby Anon, the absolute darling that they are, drew this fanart of wolfbur and I’m screaming. Look at it. Yes. This is him! There he is! It’s the boy!!
Give them so much love please. This is absolutely gorgeous!
