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lamb-teaa · 8 days ago

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` last of his kind, or not

` C.2 - first impression failed successfully

—⁠ ` C.1 - dragons, flowers and what?

—⁠ tags: comedy/crack. romcom. Sylus x fem!reader. AU from Sylus's myth. canon divergence. obvious OOC. whipped and boy failure Sylus anyone? /hj.

—⁠ teaa's note: wasn't gonna write a continuation of this cuz I literally wrote it out on a whim but here we are lol thanks for reading!!

—⁠ and big thanks for the support!!: @crowleysthings @stxrrielle @sylusfluffymeow @sublimeinternetlady @clearlysworld @jinnmyc @mangooes @satansdaughter123 @alahamums @xxfaithlynxx @pirana10 @kyushii

The audacity.

Was the first thought that crossed Sylus's mind when the strong slap of Datura flowers hit his face.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, a deep growl rumbling in his throat as a snarl threatened its way out-

But he halted when the sight of your bewildered gaze morphed into a fierce defying glare followed by a venomous scowl as you bare your sharp fangs at him-

Oh.

Oh damn.

Sylus might've just gone crazy because his heart just did a flip-flop for a second there.

He opened his mouth, his brain wracking between introducing himself or getting off of you, which the latter should've been the first he should do obviously but he was caught off guard when you suddenly swiped him right across his face.

Your smaller yet still sharp claws graze against his skin as you raise your legs, kicking him square in the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards onto the ground in a shocked daze.

His own clawed hand slowly reached up to hold his left cheek, feeling the small trickle of blood seeping down his skin, the wound wasn't that deep but it still stunned Sylus that you did that, his eyes drifted to you in a mixture of disbelief and awe.

First you slapped him with flowers, then the next second you scratched his face.

Oh the audacity indeed.

And for the love of all misery in the world- can his heart calm down a bit?!

"Why you-"

Before Sylus could even utter another word out, you had already spread your large wings out, instantly launching yourself into the sky and flying far away from Sylus as fast as possible.

"Hey- wait!"

Sylus's eyes widened in a panic as the female dragon took flight into the air, every fibre of his being immediately screaming at him to pursue you. The thought of not seeing you again made his heart drop in dread. Now that he knew you were real, not a figment of his imagination, someone who appeared dragon-like such as himself-

He found himself wanting you.

Although, he didn't understand what he actually wanted in you.

A friend? A companion? Someone similar to him to stay by his side in this godforsaken world?

Sylus doesn't have an answer to that, but maybe you might help him find said answer.

Sylus's wings unfurled behind him as he propelled himself off the ground at a ridiculously inhumane speed. His eyes never leaving your flying form despite your best efforts in hiding amongst the thick clouds in hopes of losing his sight.

"Wait! Come back! I'm not going to hurt you!" Sylus shouted, trying to keep up with your speed, the sound of desperation crept in his voice but you didn't slow down even just a bit.

If anything, you grew even more adamant in getting as far away from him, not even giving him a chance to talk and it made Sylus more restless but even more so determined.

He was used to being feared and rejected by humans for centuries, coming to terms with his solitude life and the unfortunate fate that befall him since his birth.

Pain, it's all he ever knew and had buried deep within him.

But seeing you, a fellow dragon, running away from him was another kind of pain he never knew would hurt this much.

Because it's one thing to be rejected by humans, but it's another to be feared by his own kind that had thought to be extinct long ago.

As the chase through the skies continued on what felt like an eternity, the view of the dark dense forest came into his sight. Sylus watched in frustration as you dove deeper inside the forest, using the concentrated surrounding area to your advantage as you maneuvered across the trees at lightning speed.

His muscles ache from exertion, his breath ragged as he pushed himself to his limits, calling out to you once more, over and over and yet you still continued to ignore him.

And Sylus was losing the strands of patience he had left.

A part of him wanted to be, let's say, civil to you but he's not courteous like those noble humans and you weren't giving him any choice either.

So desperate times call for desperate measures.

Black red mist materializes between his fingertips, as it shoots out towards your direction. You didn't have time to dodge the incoming mist when it had wrapped itself around your waist and wrists before tugging you backwards, a strong force pulling you back until you collided against Sylus's broad chest.

The uncontrollable impact sent both of you tumbling down between the spikes of trees, limbs and wings tangled together. Sylus had his arms secured tightly around you, his large wings engulfing your form so you'd take less damage from the fall at the expense of his own, before both of you crashed into the dense foliage ground.

Both of you coming to a stop after rolling down the grassy steep as branches and leaves whipped on both your faces and hairs until both lay still on the ground, with you sprawled on top of him in stunned disbelief.

Time stood frozen for a moment, only labored breaths could be heard in the quiet dark forest as you slowly lifted your head to look at Sylus, your eyes widened in panic and fear.

Sensing your trepidation, his mist subconsciously tightened around your figure and so were his arms around your waist. His chest heaving with exhaustion as his bright red eyes locked with you that shone with intense desperation.

"Please." He whispered hoarsely, his tone held foreign softness in them that even surprised Sylus himself as he struggled to catch his breath from the long chase. "I mean you no harm."

"No harm?!" You hissed at him, your eyes burning with hostility as you struggled within the binding of his black red mist. "You attacked me!"

"When did I- oh." Sylus grimaced, his mind rewinding to the events back at the flower field. As much as he wanted to explain that it wasn't an attack but then he stopped himself, because yeah, getting lunged in the middle of a nowhere field while you were minding your own business did seem like one.

So the distrust was, frankly speaking, warranted.

"I.. never meant for that." His hold on you loosened a bit, his once brash confidence faltering under your scrutinizing glare, "I just.."

"Just what?!"

I thought I was hallucinating you so I wanted to make sure you were real.

Yeah, no. Even enduring longtime solitude Sylus knows that would be the worst thing to say to someone whose immediate impression of himself is a possible threat at first met.

Sylus hesitated as he lowered his hands, the black red mist slowly dissipating into thin air as it released you from his hold. He watched silently as you carefully leaned back from him, creating some space between you two, your puzzled and guarded expression etched on your face and Sylus could only hope you won't run off again, and hoping to prove to you and reassure you that he wasn't going to hurt you.

But he was caught off guard yet again when this time, you lunged forward towards him and pinned him on the ground, straddling his stomach as both your clawed hands gripped his throat that made his breath hitch in both surprise and, dare he say, strangely exciting.

"Speak your intentions!" You growled, your grip around his throat tightened, making it clear to him that you were dead serious. "Or I'll kill you!"

Well damn.

You had just threatened him and yet Sylus couldn't help but crack a small smirk at that. It was amusing, endearing even as Sylus let out a low chuckle.

What an interesting turnout of events.

"Your name.." Sylus breathed out in awe, his hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind your hair as he relished the sight of your adorably confused yet stunned expression.

"I want to know your name."

—⁠ teaa's extra notes: aaaand that's a wrap! idk how to continue from here on out (lie i do actually just haven't flesh it out properly am sorry) so might take a while before I pick this back up again. Multifics aren't my strongest point tbh but hopefully my upcoming short scenarios will suffice! again, thank you for reading (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡

#sylus x you #sylus x reader #sylus x y/n #sylus x mc #lads sylus #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace scenarios

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slytherinslut0 · 7 months ago

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theodore nott. | you’re mine tonight

summary: theodore nott is always willing to be used by you. if you’re going to use somebody, just let it be him.

word count: 800

tags: headcanons that once again turned into this. i try to keep things short, apparently im physically incapable🥹 nothing crazy here other then implied fwb, slight angst, reader heartbreak kinda cuz cormac sux, theo being good with words as always, make out session at the end

Theodore Nott, who watches as you and your situationship, Cormac, argue every single day.

Theodore Nott who sees you cry constantly as a result of these arguments, tonight no unorthodox exception as you come storming back into the Slytherin common room with tears streaming down your cheeks, kicking off your heels and throwing yourself down next to him on a secluded corner couch.

Your eyes, brimming with anguish and pleading for solace, lock onto his, a look he knows all too damn well.

Theodore Nott, who doesn’t have to ask, doesn’t have to pry, who already knows exactly why you’re here, sitting next to him, when you could be literally anywhere else. He reads the story in your tear-streaked cheeks and your trembling hands. It’s a scene he’s witnessed so many times he’s lost count.

Theodore Nott, who merely closes his book, runs a hand through his tousled hair, and rests the other on your knee. PDA is off the table since you don’t want Cormac to find out—even though he’s been sneaking off with more girls than you have fingers on both hands—so Theo simply looks at you with those steady, knowing eyes and whispers, “your dorm or mine?”

You swallow, grateful gaze shifting toward the door. It’s always so fucking easy with Theo.

“Always yours,” you murmur, rising to your feet and picking up your discarded heels. Without waiting for his response, you start toward his dorm, certain he’s right behind you. He always is.

Theodore Nott, who shuts the door and locks it behind you as the two of you enter. The lights are dim, the shadows of the Black Lake ripple against the walls, and moonlight flickers throughout the room. Theodore Nott, who notices the look on your face well before you do, who can already sense the words that are about to slip past your teeth.

Theo knows well enough by now that you only come to him when you’re hurt, and you never feel good about it until he reassures you it’s okay. He sees it in the subtle shift of your gaze, the furrow of your brow, the tremble of your lips—a silent plea for forgiveness he’s already long granted you.

“I’m sorry, Theo…”

Theodore Nott, who understands you just need someone to hold you right now. Someone who will look at you with warmth, with desire, with need, someone who will give you all of himself in this moment. A shoulder to cry on, bedsheets to lie on.

“It’s okay, bella, don’t apologize…”

Theodore Nott who steps closer, his hands stern yet gentle as they cup your cheeks, drawing your gaze to his. Reverent blue eyes glisten like two oceans, drowning you in their warmth. Theodore Nott who brushes the damp from your cheeks with his thumbs before leaning down, grazing his lips over yours, feather-light.

“I’ve said it about a million times, you know I’ve already told you—“

Theodore Nott, who interrupts his own sentence by pressing his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath as your salty sweetness ignites in his mouth. Tears mingle with your cherry lip gloss, his hands sliding back into your hair, and he’s lost and then found again—as though you’re the only beacon in a world shrouded in darkness, the answer to all his unspoken questions.

Theodore Nott, who needs this, who wants this just as much, if not more, than you do.

“—if you’re gonna’ use somebody…use me…”

Theodore Nott who practically growls those words into your mouth as fervour takes over, as hunger roars harder and stronger with each passing second. One hand grips your hair, holding your lips to his while the other falls to your blouse, slender fingers undoing the buttons with a speed that leaves you breathless.

“…I’m so fucking willing to be somebody you need…”

His fingers deftly slip the last button free, his hand sliding beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of your skin. The touch sends shivers through you, your body responding to his every move. His lips trail down your jaw, pressing hot kisses along your neck, making you gasp. Theodore's grip on your hair tightens just enough to tilt your head back, exposing more of your throat to his eager mouth.

The room seems to shrink around you, the flickering moonlight casting shadows that dance across the walls, mirroring the wild rhythm of your hearts. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense.

"You drive me insane…how much I fucking want you drives me insane," he admits, his breath hitching. "Every time I see you with him…every time I see what he does to you…it kills me…”

Theodore Nott whose words are like gasoline to an open flame, igniting a fierce need within you, scorching while simultaneously taming the desire to be desired. Theodore Nott who groans as you clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to close any distance between you as he shifts you around and begins backing you up toward his bed.

"Show me, Theo," you whisper. "Show me how much you want me."

With a growl, Theodore crashes his lips back to yours, the kiss searing and urgent. He moves with you effortlessly, guiding you towards the bed, never breaking the contact. As you fall back onto the soft sheets, his body follows, covering you completely. His hands roam over your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, each touch more intoxicating than the last.

"You're mine tonight," it’s a promise. Not a question. "No one else's. Just mine."

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leighsartworks216 · 2 months ago

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Fallen Angel

Sylus x gn!Reader (more fem-coded)

I literally didn't do work yesterday when I told myself I would bc of this fic. I was so in it that I had to keep working on it or else. And I'm so glad I did cuz I love writing in the Raven universe I've created

Warnings: torture, blood, injury, gun violence, mind control, swearing, (wanting to) vomit, slight invasion of privacy, pet names, sleep deprivation, alcohol + drinking, possessive behavior, kissing, some religious imagery, selectively mute reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 4,887

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“Look at you. Sylus’s prized pup.”

Electricity tears through your body. It steals the air from your lungs. Your bloodied fingernails dig into the wood of the chair. Your legs shake against their will. You grit your teeth so hard they hurt. You taste copper.

When it stops, your body sags forward, chest heaving desperately for air through the aftershocks of pain. You refuse to scream for them. Refuse to let them hear your voice when it is reserved for one man only.

“Give it up already, pup.” The man supervising your torture grabs your chin in deceptively soft hands, contradicting the tight hold he has on your jaw. He brushes his thumb against your lower lip. It comes away red. “He would have found you by now if he actually cared. You know that.”

You glare at him. Silent.

“Besides, be honest with yourself, pup,” he leans in close, too close, “why would a man like him need a bodyguard?” He tilts your head to one side, then the other. “You’re just a mangy stray he took in out of pity. A fighting dog. Good at ripping out throats, and nothin’ else. Ain’t that right?”

He shoves your face away sharply. Your world spins from that small action alone, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut until you see spots in the darkness. Boots scrape along the floor behind you. You take in one last gasp of air before the metal touches your skin.

Sylus checks his messages again. Nothing.

No texts, no calls, no mysterious notes before you left.

Shouldn’t we set the rules for hide-and-seek before the game starts?

It isn’t necessarily unusual for you to disappear, but it is unusual for you to ignore his messages. Even if you didn’t answer right away, you still read them. Now, the patronizing notice of Delivered stares back at him.

He snaps his fingers and Mephisto is there in a flash, perched on his finger and rapt with attention. The poor bird is missing you, too. His hoard of trinkets to give you is stagnant - nothing coming in and nothing going out. He’s too nervous to even go collect more.

“Search Linkon City. Any sign of them, you report it.”

The mechanical crow leaps off his finger and out the window in a flash.

In the next instant, the twins are standing before him, summoned by a quick message. They stand at attention, too. No banter passes between them. “Search the N109 Zone for any sign of Raven. By any means necessary.”

“On it, Boss.”

“Sure thing, Boss!”

He stares at the messages again as their footsteps recede into the hall. He scans your last message, searching for any miniscule clue as to where you’ve run off to.

One of my old “colleagues” is bugging me again :/

Want me to take care of them for you?

I can do it myself

I know you can, sweetheart

It was too vague to go off of. You were very tight-lipped about your past, only making off-handed comments about it here and there: You don’t sing anymore (implying you did once, which came as a minor shock to him), your apparent wealth is stolen (but no hints to where from), and you’re more familiar with the streets of Linkon than the N109 Zone. Never any mentions of past dealings you had before, or anything close to a partnership that could have involved “colleagues”.

The longer he sits here, straining for any glimpse of a past you never involved him in, the more he wishes he’d asked more. It wasn’t for lack of interest, but you weren’t very vocal at the best of times. It felt more appropriate to leave it alone and wait for you to offer up tidbits on your own.

Two prominent marks marr your skin, presenting where the alligator clips had pressed into your back over and over and over again. Charred flesh, bubbling with blisters. Something sharp pops one of them. You draw blood from your cheek to avoid screaming.

The man sighs. “You’re a stubborn one.” He pushes off of the wall and leans down to be face-to-face with you. “What’s it gonna take to get you to sing for us?”

Your body trembles with exertion as you raise your head. You haven’t been allowed to sleep. Every time your eyes droop, you get shocked. You fight not to collapse. You can’t let the torture break you. You can’t.

He smirks as he sees the blood dribbling from your mouth, mixing with saliva and snot as it trails down your chin. His satisfaction sickens you. For as much as you understand the thrill, understand the rush of bringing someone to their knees before you, you never looked at them like this. This is revolting.

You spit in his face.

“Ah, fuck!” He almost falls on his ass as he jerks away. His nice sleeve is ruined as he wipes his face.

Lightning sears through your nerves. It burns you up inside. Your muscles clench harshly, spasming uncontrollably. All air rushes out of you. It feels like drowning. Your eyes stare at the bright white light on the ceiling, unable to cry out, unable to look away. Unable to breathe.

For the first time since this whole thing began, tears form in your eyes.

The clips are removed from your skin. Colored and black spots obscure the blurry light. You think you might pass out. You think you’ve reached the end of your resolve.

And then you can breathe again.

The breaths come in wheezy and ragged. Your body lurches forward as you cough. Your throat spasms, stomach twisting with the need to throw up. But nothing comes out. You dry heave into your lap, blood landing in wet droplets on your pants.

The man pulls your head up by your hair. You can’t see him. Can’t see the ugly grimace on his face. Your eyes won’t open. You cough, desperate to vomit in the false hope that it would make you feel better. Hot tears slip down your cheeks.

“You-!” He growls in frustration as he drops your head again. You’re vaguely aware of the sound of his shoes as he paces back and forth in front of you. “Okay. Okay! Fine! You can rest now, pup. How’s that sound? You can take a nice, long nap. Sounds good, right?”

You don’t answer him. Don’t show any signs you even heard him.

“Keep an eye on them. I’m gonna go fucking change.”

Sylus hasn’t been idle. Fully aware of the breach to your privacy, he taps away at your laptop. The password wasn’t guessed, merely bypassed. He didn’t trust that he’d be able to guess it before being locked out.

He pulls up the same messenger app you use on your phone. Bypassing the password again, he watches the spinning buffer as it syncs up with your phone. It takes far too long. He busies himself with going through your search history with no luck. You know how to play this game, how to meander in and out of danger without leaving any traces. It’s a remarkable talent that frustrates him to no end right now.

No messages from Luke, Kieran, or Mephisto.

A quiet jingle comes from your laptop speakers as the sync completes. He searches the most recent messages, ignoring his own despite the red dot next to his avatar. One chat exchange in particular catches his eye:

Hello, angel~ When u gonna come sing for me again?

Never.

So ur still alive then? Thats good to hear

Ive missed u <3

Stop sending your men after me. Our business is done.

U know damn well it isnt. U reneged our agreement AND stole from me

U owe me bigger than ever, angel

You’ve made more since I left. You’re not hurting for funds.

Its the principle of the matter

U still flaked

- Read 9:38pm, Thursday -

Okay, don’t respond

But if u want this stain off ur back, u gotta finish ur deal

Same stakes as before

Ill even shorten ur sentence to one week

Now doesnt that sound fair?

- Read 12:02am, Friday -

Second Circle

David will pick u up

No thanks.

Fine. See u in hell, angel~

By the end, Sylus’s face is set in a sour sneer. The way whoever this was spoke to you was demeaning, controlling, disgusting. They acted like they owned you. You’re a bird that can’t be caged; Sylus knows this well.

But, it’s the best lead he’s got. Nothing else is as recent as this, except for your text to him complaining about your old “colleague”.

He messages Mephisto, telling him to scope out the Second Circle, a nightclub on the outskirts of Linkon. He starts digging into the place, its owner, and what he can do to have a meeting with them.

You fight sleep for as long as you can. You try everything to avoid letting the exhaustion sink in. You rub your wrists raw with the rope holding you down, hoping the pain will distract you, but the person overlooking you stops you immediately. You try to put together and take apart a gun in your mind, imagining the heft of it in your hand, the recoil that shoots up your arm, the satisfaction shooting these fuckers in the face would bring. You even try running through your last escape from this place, mentally following the corridors and steps it took to secure your freedom.

None of it works. Against your will, your body gives in. You slip into dreamless sleep.

You don’t know how long it is when you’re awoken.

The chair tips, snapping your consciousness back to the present as gravity shifts. It falls backwards, the ceiling light bearing down on you like the desert sun. Your head hits the cold floor. Hard. Before your mind can catch up, a cry is torn from your throat.

The cry is cut short.

A haze of disconnection washes over your body. You can’t feel your pain, can’t feel your body. It’s like your mind is trapped in a prison. You’re forced to watch through wide eyes as the man leans over you.

“Finally…” His voice floats in like a distant echo. “Take them to the boss. He’s got his angel back.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

You try to fight against them as they untie your hands and ankles, as they lift you up, as your legs start walking without your input. You try to scream. To lash out. To do anything.

And you can’t.

The man must notice your struggle. Must feel it through his Evol. “Relax, pup. The worst of it is over. Now you just gotta complete your end of the bargain.”

Your body walks down a long, familiar hallway. The doors at the end are wide open. A poker table sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by faces you wish you didn’t recognize. Some of them bear the scars of your last escape.

In a gilded throne, sitting across from the dealer with a tall stack of poker chips, is the man you’ve been running from.

The Devil.

The neon lights of the night club shine like a warning sign through the tinted windows of the car. The electronic red curves and twists of a script font. The outline of a devil girl lounging on top of the name, cleavage out and winking. Her tail ends in a sharp point, underlining the name.

The Second Circle.

The air in the vehicle is suffocating. Rage boils under the surface of Sylus’s skin, barely contained. His Evol burns his hands, aching to be released.

Luke opens his door as Kieran stands guard next to it.

You’re in there.

It’s been almost a week since you disappeared. Two days since Mephisto spotted you through the door of the club. One day since he requested an audience with its owner.

Sylus gets out of the car. Luke closes the door behind him. The twins flank his sides as he walks to the entrance. A long line of patrons waits to be let in by the bouncer, a man as tall as he was and twice as wide. He barely glances at Sylus before letting him in. The customers closest to the door fall eerily silent as he passes, oppressed by the energy surrounding him.

Purple, blue and red lights break up the darkness. Poles occupied by dancers are interspersed through the room, with girls dressed up in skimpy red devil costumes or sinfully revealing nun attire. One of the poles stands on a prominent stage, gauzy red curtains drawn to a close behind it. All three of them scan the room for signs of you with no luck.

Drunken dancers and tipsy customers pass by in a blur as he crosses the dance floor to a door hidden in the shadows. Two men in suits guard it, shoulder to shoulder.

“I have a meeting with the Devil,” he announces over the music. Despite the heat raging within him, his words are cold.

One of the men nods his head. “Mr. Sylus,” he greets, too warmly given the circumstances. “The Devil has asked that you please wait until after the main show. It will be starting soon.” He gestures over to the stage.

Sylus stares through them, searching for any reason why he really should wait and not release his Evol right now and tear his way through the building.

The lights shift from bright neons to sultry reds and oranges as the music fades out. The anticipation in the room is palpable as all eyes turn to the stage. A silhouette with feathery wings stands behind the curtain.

None of this was interesting to Sylus. What stopped him in his tracks was a voice. Your voice.

His eyes shoot to the stage, face hardening as he watches the curtains part.

You, dressed up in a white angel costume, altered from something pure and holy to be lustful. Wings stick from your back, short but no less enticing. He can’t hear the slow jazz music over the siren sound of your voice. Can’t feel the burning of his Evol as his eyes follow your movements to the pole.

“You must like this song,” he points out with a grin. “You keep humming along to it.”

You smirk as you meet his eye, not pausing as you copy the melody note for note. It’s much better than his singing.

“Do you know the words?”

You nod. You push yourself up from the sofa where you lounged to lay yourself across his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, lips brushing against his ear as your humming fades away. “I don’t sing anymore.”

His hand trails along your spine before resting on your waist and pulling you closer. “Shall I sing them, then?”

You pinch his shoulder. He chuckles.

All at once, the music turns sour within him.

“Boss, is that…?” Luke pipes up.

Kieran shakes his head. “No, it can’t be. Right?”

His hand clenches into a fist by his side. It’s minutes of torture. His eyes can’t seem to look away as you move fluidly around the pole, smiling too softly at the patrons who stand at the edge of the stage. At one point, you kneel down, knees spread apart, right in front of one of them. She gulps as you grab her by the chin, gently guiding her while you sing until her face is so close. If she’d been a little bolder, she could have met your lips. But your fingers trail along her jaw until you let go, slowly standing up while maintaining eye contact with her.

As soon as the final notes leave your lips, Sylus is at the door. He doesn’t stay to watch the curtains close. Luke and Kieran rush after him as he speeds off down a hallway.

Once the door closes, the cheering is silenced, unable to reach through the thick material. What takes its place is the laughter down the hall.

Each step feels too long. It seems to stretch on forever. Door after door, all leading up to the open double doors at the end of the hall. He only stops once he’s crossed the threshold, standing just inside the doorway as the players turn to acknowledge his presence.

The man in the throne doesn’t bother to pull his face out of your neck.

The sneer on Sylus’s face deepens. This isn’t you. You would never perch on another man’s lap like this. You would never giggle as his mouth drags over your skin, whispering sinful things in your ear. You would never turn to look at him like that, like he’s a stranger you’re passing in the street.

“We have business.”

The Devil sighs boredly, finally drawing away from the angel in his lap to look at Sylus. He smirks easily. He’s completely relaxed. The players set their cards down slowly.

“Well, well, well. Mr. Sylus. How nice to finally make your acquaintance.”

“What did you do to them?”

“Who, me?” He chuckles. He reaches for a glass on the edge of the table and brings it calmly to his lips, drinking the expensive scotch long and slow. “I didn’t do anything.”

Sylus sighs sharply, bored of this game. “Fine. What did your men do to them?”

The Devil cocks his head to the side, smirking wider. It looks too big for his face. “Nothin’ they couldn’t handle.”

Luke and Kieran keep a close eye on the poker players as their hands reach beneath the table. Their own hands come to rest at the weapons on their hips.

“Didja wanna make a deal, or are you just gonna stand there all night?”

There is no deal that could be made that would be fair. The Devil already had what he wanted - you. Under his control, on his lap, answering to his every whim. If he can’t deal with the Devil…

“Whose Evol is it, sweetie?”

You tilt your head. It’s familiar, and it’s horrifically not you. “What do you mean, mister?”

His right eye glows as he levels his stare on you. He’s never used this on you before. It feels like a betrayal of your autonomy. Somehow, he knows you forgive him.

A face flickers across his vision. Blood stains a nasty grimace. You desire the owner of that face to die. You don’t care how. Your rage almost makes him dizzy.

He pulls a gun from his waistband. The owner of the face stands first, aiming for the Onychinus leader. Sylus shoots first.

Blood splatters on the cards.

All hell breaks loose.

Your eyes seem to come into focus in a flash. Luke and Kieran are too quiet as they shoot down the other players at the table. Sylus’s own Evol reaches throughout the room, evaporating bullets before they can hit either of the twins, himself, or you. He doesn’t stop watching you.

Your face is contorted with fury. The usual calm neutrality that hides your emotions when you fight is gone. You shatter the glass of scotch on the wooden rim of the poker table. The shard you grab digs into your hand as you aim for the Devil’s jugular. He grabs your wrist with one hand, the other gripping your throat in a vice grip. Even as you lose oxygen, you fight back. You will never stop fighting back. You shake with effort as you push against his hand, but you’re gaining ground.

A black and red tendril of smoke grabs the Devil’s wrist, wrenching his hand away. The shard of glass goes clean through his skin, through his artery, until the pointed tip is caressing his spine.

He sputters up at you with wide eyes, choking on blood. It stains the white of your costume. Stains your skin. Stains the table. His hold on your neck loosens.

You lean down to his ear. “Our deal is over.”

Blood gurgles in his throat as he tries to protest, to argue, to get the last word in.

His hand falls from your throat, hanging limply off the side of the throne. The life drains from his eyes.

The room is still. Bodies lay across the floor. Some lean over the table. Chips and cards are scattered everywhere.

Luke and Kieran disappear down the hall, taking care of the rest of the security that would prevent your escape. Sylus steps over the carnage as he rounds the table. You slowly let go of the glass, not bothering to hide your wince as tiny fragments imbed themselves in your flesh. He wordlessly helps you stand from the dead man’s lap, hands becoming stained with the same blood that covers you.

You finally meet his eyes. And it’s you. The pain and anger and hatred in your eyes is too real, too genuine, to be faked by a puppet master. He brushes the blood splatter off your face with the back of his fingers. You lean into the touch without hesitation.

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice soft.

You take a deep breath in and release it through your nose. You slowly nod.

“The car’s waiting outside.”

You take a step forward. Your knees give out underneath you. Sylus catches you before you can hit the ground. You hiss in pain as you grab onto him with your injured hand by pure instinct. Your body is still trying to recover from the torture, from the sleep deprivation, from being under someone else’s relentless control for so long. He effortlessly lifts you into his arms.

“You can rest now,” he whispers against your hair. You can feel the rumble of each word deep within his chest. It calls to you, encouraging you to let go. You give in willingly this time, holding onto his shirt even as your blood seeps into the expensive fabric, and close your eyes with your ear pressed to his heart.

You look so small and fragile in his arms. He glances at the miserable man in his gilded throne. If you hadn’t already killed him, he would have delighted in torturing him the same way they’d done to you.

The hallway feels shorter as he carries you out of the building. His Evol lashes out at anybody that tries to stop him that the twins missed; footmen who flood in from the side doors. The club is devoid of patrons by the time he passes through the door at the end of the hall. Dancers panic as they hold each other, free from the same power that controlled you minutes prior. Luke holds open the front door. Kieran holds open the rear passenger side door. The car pulls away from the curb minutes before police arrive.

You wake up in agony.

Your shoulder blades are the worst. Excruciating pain pulses into your muscles from the injuries left behind from the alligator clamps that pumped electricity into your body. You’re laying on your stomach to avoid making it worse. It doesn’t feel like it can get worse.

You force yourself up onto your hands and knees, your body screaming at you to get away. You can’t see where you are through silent tears that plop on the pillow you were just using.

“Kitten,” Sylus quietly calls out. You recognize his hands on your sides as he gently lowers you back down to your stomach. You sob into the pillow. “Stay still. I’ll be back in a minute.”

You clutch at the covers and pillows until your knuckles are white. A bandage is wrapped around your hand. Blood begins to seep through it.

The bed dips beside you when he gets back. Cool cloths are draped over your back, tamping down the burning temporarily. You sigh with relief. As your fingers relax, Sylus takes your damaged hand and begins unwrapping the stained bandage. His touch is tender, careful not to hurt you further.

“Tell me the next time you intend to settle a debt.” Despite how careful he is to make his voice sound neutral and unbothered, it’s edged with genuine worry and care.

You nod slightly.

With the bandage removed, you can see through your blurry vision the telltale sign of stitches pulling your skin closed along the width of your palm. A couple of them are snapped, but there are still enough in place that fixing it now would bring more pain than necessary. His hands don’t falter as he wraps fresh gauze around the agitated wound.

“I’m sorry…” You don’t need to look to know his red eyes are trained on your face. You can tell in the way he pauses, freezing for just a moment right before he starts wrapping your hand in a new bandage. “He wasn’t this… powerful before. Back then, it was my own desperation that caused me to stay, not some fucked up Evol.”

He huffs, remembering the messages that led him to you. “How much did you steal from him?”

You shoot him a disapproving look, knowing immediately just how he got that info, but the quirk of your lips betrays your amusement. “I almost emptied the whole account.”

He chuckles as he tapes the bandage in place. You lay your hand back down on the bed. He brushes some tears from your cheek. For you to let your guard down around him so freely, especially after what you went through… “Where else are you hurt?”

“Bumped my head, but it’s not so bad anymore,” you assure him. It wouldn’t be good business to have your prized dancer covered in bruises and welts. The wings of your costume had hid the damage to your back pretty well. Besides, nobody was looking at your back when you sang anyway. Your neck had some bruising from the final confrontation. It would fade with time.

The bed shifts again as he stands up. You can see him disappear into the bathroom out of the corner of your eye. From a window right nearby, a familiar black shape swoops in. Mephisto wastes no time in cuddling up to your cheek, tucking his body by your neck. His beak nips gently at your ear and cheeks while he makes a strange cooing noise.

You smile, closing your eyes and basking in his affections. “Hello, Mephie. I missed you, too.” He clicks his beak and bites the corner of your lips. “I’ll tell you where I go next time, too, okay?” Seeming to approve your promise, he starts preening your hair.

“You’re going to wear your voice out if you keep talking so much,” Sylus teases. He sets a glass of water on the nightstand and sets two pills beside it. They’re not regular over the counter pain meds; these are definitely heavier duty.

You look up at him sadly. He catches your meaning in an instant. You want your voice to run raw, until speaking hurts too much. You’ve spoken so much the last few days against your will, you need to remember how to shut up again, need to remember the pain of talking.

Mephisto complains as Sylus slowly helps you into a sitting position, fluffing up against the pillow as he watches on impatiently. The cloths fall from your back. He sets them aside once he’s sure you won’t fall over. You hold the pills in your mouth as you take a sip of the water, closing your eyes and focusing on swallowing everything without gagging. You drain half of the glass after with a sigh.

He takes the glass and helps you lay back down. The cloths are replaced on your burns.

“You should get some more rest,” he says. Mephisto picks at the fine hairs on the back of your neck, continuing his preening. “It’ll be easier to sleep this off.”

You pat the bed next to you with your good hand, giving him a pointed, questioning look. He leans down and places a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“How could I say no to you?”

You watch as he undresses and puts on something more comfortable to sleep in. You flip your head over when he crawls in beside you. He lays on his side, hand gently tracing your cheek and jaw. He watched the movement. Your hand glides up his arm to put a stop to his restlessness. Crimson eyes meet yours.

You smile. The motion captures his attention. You drag your fingers lightly along his arm, up his shoulder, and to his cheek. His skin prickles everywhere you touch. A red-hot possessiveness wells inside him, desperate for him to be the only person to experience you like this, mixing with fear that he may never know exactly what they used you for before his arrival. And… something softer, full of longing. A desire to keep you safe, to ensure you never have to be afraid with him.

He leans forward with very little coaxing, capturing your mouth like it will redeem him of every sin he’s ever committed. It’s reverent, full of silent worship. Your lips tremble. He cups your cheek as he kisses you again and again and again.

This will never happen again.

You sigh into his mouth, pure relief stealing the tension from your body.

I know.

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flamingpudding · 11 months ago

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I just got done reading the prompt that I asked you about and it's wonderful thank you so much and if you're okay with it I'm here to help you make a part two but if you don't want to do that that's okay I'm just adding some bonus to it.

I'm just imagining Danny full Ghost King attire showing up with two things to cookies one with kryptonite in them cuz I love the head can of ghosts eating good tonight like candy and the other set a normal batch of chocolate chip cookies. Looking down Young Justice being like in the most Patrick electric entity sounding voice with a country accent "I'm so just the cutest oddiest little berries on the bush" (sorry just speaking in my little country Danny headcannon)

But I can also see Danny being embarrassing for Klarion. Danny sit down the two trains of cookies Evan just start hugging and kissing his son on his head like the embarrassing mom he is talking about how he's so skinny and he should eat more. Also really nice to Young Justice it's like them realizing they just might by the end of the day be adopted by enemies mom.

Justice League is getting to the location ready to fight and do what they can just for a Young Justice member with a cookie in hand to walk up and explain and tell them to play along for free cookies.

RedRobin badly wants to try one of the kryptonite cookies to see what it would do if he ate it. Klarion keeps stopping him because as much as he doesn't like them he doesn't want RedRobin to die.

Who I'm just adding on a couple of things really love your writing though oh yeah what are your pronouns so I can know to refer to you as just asking.

So glad you liked it and no problem i don't mind at all. I was thinking about adding a part two honestly. Well then lets continue the shenanigans. I hope this part two won't disappoint either. And out of courtesy for once added people who asked for tags in the comments. Don't get used to it. I usually don't to tags. This is an exception for this awesome prompt idea.

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The moment a Lazarus green portal started to open in the Living Room, Red Robin suffered a small, probably slightly traumatic, flashbacks to all the times he had seen the Lazarus Pits, but before he could even react Klarion tackled him to the ground with a distinctive hiss of "Play alone." His friends, the traitors, had managed to doge Klarion. Impulse had simple used his speed to step aside and Superboy apparently had headed a warning. Wonder Girl hadn't even been in the path of Klarions tackle. So this was why Red Robin was currently the only one getting sort of wrestled and put into a headlock on the ground in a hold he knew he could easily get out of but was to distracted by the ceiling high, eldritch as well as royal looking being stepped out of it.

The portal closed behind that being and Red Robin swallowed seeing six eyes in inky black that mirrored the night sky blink down at them.

"Klarion?" The static voice ringed in their ears and from the corner of his eyes Red Robin saw Superboy flinch visibly.

"Mom! Your early!" Red Robins head hit the floor as Klarion suddenly let him go to greet the being that's apparently his mother. He glared at the witch boy for that as he sat up and rubbed his had.

"Oh my, sorry my dear." Superboy flinched again, and Red robin could hear Impulse whispering to Wonder Girl if he was the only one seeing four mouths talk at the same time. Klarion appeared to have it heard to as he send them a quick glare over his shoulder before turning back to his mother.

"Mom, could you tune down on the eldritch?" Red Robin blinked stunned before seeing the bing apparently blush green in embarrassment and its form changing until there stood a man, about Red Hoods height still with a floating crown and a royal cape, but at least more human like and resembling Klarion but with more blueish skin before them.

"Sorry baby, I thought my royal appearance would make a better first impression." The man pinched the witch boys cheek lovingly, to witch Klarion whined out a drawn out "Mom."

The four young heroes couldn't help but stare, was that seriously their villain Klarion? The one that tried to cause chaos and make their lives difficult on regular basis?

"Klarion. Why is there a magic barrier around your apartment." The man in royal clothing suddenly asked and they blinked seeing Klarion flinch and laugh nervously. "Oh you know mom, keeping the bonding in one place so other mortals won't be bothered." To which the man cooed. He cooed!

"Bonding? What bonding?" The four heroes echoed blinked and exchanged stunned and confused looks. Bonding? What Bonding? What were they talking about? Sure they hadn't gotten a lot of explanations out of Klarion before that portal opened and apparently his entire act about his mother visiting was the true. It was clear that the witch boy's mother was some kind of other worldly being but it looked like there was more to it. Also considering the royal like outfit and the grown.... did that mean that they had been dealing with a prince of some kind as villain the entire time.

Suddenly the man bristled turning to glare at them back in his eldritch form towering over them. "Are you telling me you mortals have been ignoring my sons bonding?! And that is why my son's bonds don't appear to be properly formed?!"

They flinched back staring at that being that was now back to locking eldritch horror like with a crown and royal cape. Their eyes were locked onto the being, only distantly they realised that Klarion was pulling on his mother hissing something that sounded very much just like static to their ears. It to a while longer but finally the being drew back staring what sounded like a static filled discussion with Klarion and Impulse was pretty sure he had been ready to sully himself if it had taken any longer,

Apparently Klarion and his mother finished their exchanged as they both turned to them, his mom now again more human like looking. "Mom these are my friends. The punk looking guy is Superboy the half alien, Red Robin the one in red and black, you know Dinner boy. Impulse from the Flash-Clan and Wonder Girl one of the Amazonian. Guys this is my mom, Ghost King of the Infinite Realms."

Red Robin couldn't help the eye twitch at his introduction, he also noticed that Impulse flinched back as the mans eyes locked onto him and he didn't need Superboy's confirmation of having heard a grumble about 'why did it have to be a speedster'. Great so this eldritch being, apparently King and most likely a danger and possible hostile did not like one of them already. Why did Klarion ask them to play pretend friends again?

"Well I will be, you have quiet the colourful and oddest batch of fleshy mortals here." The man grinned at them, that were sharp teeth the four heroes observed. "Titles are a bit stuffy, feel free to call me Danny kids. Now come here. I brought some cookies with me."

Before they knew it the four of them were seated on the couch with a huge plate of cookies on the coffee table before them. The four of them blinked at the two kinds of cookies. Impulse was already reaching out to them fearlessly but Wonder Girl had the foresight to stop their friend for the moment. Superboy on the other hand appeared to look quiet queasy and was slowly turning green to the worry of Red robin. They noticed Klarion turning towards his Mom when he took note of this. "Mom! I have a Kryptonian friend! Why did you bring cookies with kryptonite chunks! Look! Superboy is turning green just looking at them."

The Ghost King, now known by the name Danny to them, appeared to be waving his son. "Oh he will be fine in a moment its not enough to completely bother his species, he will just be more human like till you ate all of them. These ones are more for you anyway, you are way to thin lately." Danny then turned to them with a smile. "Please feel free to eat the chuckles chip once. I can guarantee they are human friendly. My sister helped me make them. She is a liminal human."

That was all Impulse needed to rip his wrist free and stuff the first of the chocolate chips cookies into his mouth. "They are good!"

Danny smiled at them satisfied, and with that out of the way started to make small talk with them while also embarrassing his son with occasional comments like. "Oh you should have seen when Klarion first got Teekl." Or "He nearly burned down our entire castle when he started actually learning magic." Or "He used to be such a grumpy adult until he deaged and became such a cute grumpy little baby boy. Want to see photos?"

They never got to see photos to Wonder Girls disappointment. Klarion managed to cut in between suffering embarrassment and glaring at them for encouraging his mother to tell more embarrasing stories and forced the portal, his mother was going to reach into for the photos, to close.

By now the teens have become more relaxed around Danny. The man had a friendly charm to him and genuinely showed an interest in them as well as in the well bing of his son. They could understand why Klarion didn't want to disappoint a parent like that. They snacked on the cookies and Red Robin watched with interest whenever Klarion and Danny reached for one of the cookies with green Kryptonite chunks. Danny had mentioned off handedly in one of his stories of Klarion that they both used to be normal humans. Red Robin was very interested in this right now.

Suddenly Superboy elbowed Impulse and Red Robin, having caught the movement turned to them with an arched eyebrow. "Mentors." The other mouthed to them and they sighed, of course their mentors would show up sooner or later. They shared a glance and Red Robin took on the task to subtitle inform Klarion since they were sitting next to each other when Impulse excused himself to a toilet break shortly.

Red Robin used that quick distraction to reach towards the cookie plate.

Meanwhile Impulse came to a stop in front of the front door stopped by his foot from slamming shut behind him again, thankfully Klarion had removed his magic barrier that could have made this difficult. He had one cookie in hand and grinned up at their mentors and the Justice League Dark members.

"Hi everyone!" He greeted them cheerfully, taking a bite of his cookie.

"Impulse? Are you okay? What happened?!" Flash was instantly on the teen checking him over for any sort of injury. They were prepared to fight since Deadman had reported the location where the Ghost King had appeared. They had chosen to halt their search for the missing teens for the moment but had paled when Superman had mentioned he was hearing their voices from the same location.

"Oh i am fine! Great even. Did you know that there are other dimensions that have melon flavoured chips?" Impulse easily answered grinning. "Also you might wanna dile back on the battle ready aura you guys radiate. Klarions mom is visiting, pretty awesome guy."

"Klarion? The witch boy?" Wonder Woman asked stunned to which Impulse nodded. "Yea, pretty nice guy. Ghost King of a dimension that holds everything together like glue. Kinda badass."

"Bloody fucking..." Batman glared at Constantine who swallowed the rest of his curse. "The hell you mean the Ghost King is badass? That a fucking tyrannical blood hungry war maniac!"

Impulse blinked at them. "Really? I mean he does have scary form that made me nearly piss myself but he is pretty chill. Awesome parent, we get why Klarion loves his mom so much now."

The blond Brite pinched the bridge of his nose letting out a suffering sigh. "Just let us in mate, we will deal with this before our dimension can kiss its arse goodbye."

Impulse appeared to be thinking for a moment before shaking his head. "Uh nope. We are having a good time actually. A nice break. Sooooo no!" Before Flash or anyone else could react impulse stepped back closing the door into their faces. They blinked stunned, Batman was the first to recover stepped towards the door to attempt to open it only for his lockpick to be deflected by a red barrier suddenly appearing. The man growled turning to glare at the Justice League Dark members with a silent comment.

Inside the apartment a little bit earlier....

Klarion snatched another green glowing cookie from Red Robins hands with a glare at the other teen, who only glared back. Danny was watching them amused feeling reminded of himself and Tucker by their interaction. But then his attention turned to Wonder Girl as she asked for another story about Klarions childhood.

A moment later Klarion felt a nudge and looked at Superboy who nudged him across a pouting Red Robin who got another green glowing cookie snatched from him. The witch boy arched an eyebrow when Superboy asked to recreated the barrier to keep their mentors out but did so the moment Impulse was back with them with already three new chocolate cookies in hand as he joined Wonder Girl in fishing for more stories.

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fanon-elio · 3 months ago

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By your side.

Part 5

Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.

Tag: Red Letter (Nsfw)

Minors DNI

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.

Warnings: Smut, oral (giving+receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, unprotected sex, pinning, biting(like a lot), a bit possesiveness, mating press, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, reader and lycaon are dirty minded, lycaon is a service top, mentions of blood, shower sex, some small fluff.

(Please inform me if I have forgotten any)

Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)

This part is once again a bit longer than the others.

This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast

I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Honestly i really gotta do some self-reflecting after this part. The fact that my mind was actually able to come up with something so grafic shocks me a bit.

Once again, this part contains explicit sexual themes. Minors DNI!!

Enjoy!

"Master, please allow me to make love to you" Lycaon was suprised by his own confidence.

He hoped he hadn't misjudged the situation. The seconds of silence between you two felt like hours, but he kept eye contact with you. Finally you spoke, barely above a whisper "please do" and he let out a sigh of relieve as he dove straight back to kissing you, unzipping your dress as he did so.

He felt immense satisfaction course through his veins like hot lava when he drank in the sight of you as his clawed fingers found the clasp of your bra. You put a hand on his shoulder, gently halting his actions, he looked concerned for a second, wondering if he had overstepped a line already "Is something the matter? We can stop if y-" he started but you interrupted him "no I want to continue it's just" you reached for his cheek again and he leaned into your touch "I just want to make sure this is what you want too, I don't wan't to preassure you into anything, to make you feel like you owe it to me" he chuckled as he gently grabbed your hand, slowly guiding it from his cheek down to his exposed chest.

His fur was as soft as silk as your fingers ran over his pecks, down to his abs, and stopped at his clothed crotch. You blushed as you felt his straining errection through his pants "I hope this is enough of an answer" he replied playfully, groaning as you gave his bulge a little squeeze.

He stood up suddenly, leaving you confused for a second, but when he pulled you to the edge of the sofa and got on his knees, his intentions became very clear to you. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties as he once again found your gaze, silently asking for permission to continue - to cross that line.

You nodded, and he pulled your panties off, gently spreading your legs. His mouth began to water when he looked at your pussy, his tail thumping against the ground to visualize his growing excitement as he licked your inner thigh. Slowly getting closer to where you needed him. You yelped a bit when he moved your legs up to your chest, gently holding them in place. Your eyes remained fixxed on him, shivering a bit when you felt his breath against your exposed sex.

He started slow, planting a tender kiss against your clit before licking a long stripe up your folds, immediately making you see stars, his groans of satisfaction turning you on even more. He circled your clit with his tongue before spredding your glistening folds, pushing his tongue inside. You let out a loud moan and it made his cock even harder as he ate you out like a beast starved, feeling the way your walls moved around his tongue. You tried to move your legs, wanting to wrap them around his face, but to no avail. There was no fighting his iron grip, all you could do was watch him as he tongue fucked you, sometimes pulling out to suck on your clit. He felt you twitch with every movement of his tongue inside your pussy, completely lost in the act of pleassuring you "Lycaon wait I'm close" you said but it didn't fully register to him. He pushed your legs down harder, practically immobilizing you as he picked up his pace.

He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to cum all over his tongue, he wanted to make you scream from pleassure. And so you did, as your orgasm hit you full force. You burried your fingers in Lycaon's hair, pulling him even closer to your pussy as he obidiently swallowed everything you gave him. You shook as he continued to lick your puffy folds, seemingly to pussy drunk to think straight "Lycaon wait" you almost sobbed, but he didn't seem to hear you, continuing to suck on your overstimulated clit. "its too much" you said, gently pulling on his hair to get his attention. Finally he seemed to return to reality, ceasing the assault on your poor cunt. "Apologies, it seems i got carried away" he responded and you pulled him up by his collar so he was ontop of you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the remnants of your climax on his tongue. "OK, your turn" you responded, motioning him to get up and sit down.

He felt nervousness bubble up again as you positioned yourself between his spread legs. His tail continued to thump excitedly against the sofa as you unbuckled his belt. "May I?" You ask and he swallowed "you may" he responded, giving you the permission you needed. You pulled his pants down, freeing his cock from its confines as it slapped against his lower abdomen. Your eyes widened as you took in his sheer size "please, don't force yourself to take it, i don't want you to hurt yourself" he replied, feeling a strange sense of pride as he watched you marvel at his cock. "Can I still try?" You asked him so innocently, carefully wrapping a hand around his shaft, and who was he to deny you what was yours "its all yours" he replied, gently caressing your head, hissing when your tongue made contact with the head of his cock. His gaze never left your form, carefully watching all of your movements as you tongue ran over his weeping tip. He let out a moan when you put it fully in your mouth, and that gave you the confidence boost you needed. Slowly you swallowed his full member, trying not to gag as he moved down your throat. Lycaon was in awe as he watched you, you actually managed to take him completely, his cock twitched in response to his suprise, and he thinks he has fallen even harder in love with you. Slowly you bopped you head, circling your tongue around his member "are you alright he asked?" Through heavy breathing "I'm ok don't worry" you replied and he gritted his teeth when you began pumping his cock with your hand. You knew he was close, and you were ready to get payback for earlier.

You picked up your pace, fondling his balls with one hand, while the other continued to stroke him as you sucked on the head of his cock. His moans got louder, and you could hear his claws tearing through the material of the sofa "wait master I'm- " he started, and you used the oppertunity to take the reigns "cum" you comanded and he threw his head back, obeying immediately. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock while you mercilessly continued to jerk him off, his moans only adding fuel to your fire. Slowly he came down from his orgasm, twitching a bit when you gave his cock an experimental squeeze, noting how hard he still was.

It seems your Wolf was not yet done for the night, the thought of which excited you.

He looked at you "how do you feel?" You asked him "amazing" he responded, still trying to catch his breath. You once again stradeled his lap, gently grinding on his still overstimulated cock. You yelped in suprise when he picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom. He carefully layed you down on the soft sheets before he got on top of you again. He looked at you with a pleading expression, and you raised an eyebrow. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you wanted to hear it out of his mouth "what do you need, tell me" you said, and he leaned foreward, whispering into your ear "please let me fuck you" you gripped the sheets as he gently nibbled on your ear. You summoned all the courage you could muster "go on then" you said, moving your head to the side to give him full access to your shoulder and neck. He looked at you for a moment, as if questioning if you ment what he was thinking. You gently carassed his jaw, cautiously sticking your thumb into his maw, tracing his bottom fangs as you confirmed his thoughts "make me yours."

It was as if a switch was turned in Lycaon's head as he once again pinned you down, licking over the tender flesh of your neck.

Words can't describe how badly he wanted this.

He carefully opened his mouth, and you shuddered when you felt his canines ghost over your skin, an apology left his lip before he dug them into your shoulder. You yelped as you felt him suck on your skin, the small sting of pain making you even more drenched than before. He licked over your fresh bite mark, the taste of iron strong on his tongue as he gently carassed your thigh as another small apology for biting you so hard. Even though he secretly hoped it would leave a permanent mark.

You got on your hands an knees as he carefully brought his cock to your pussy, his tip nudging at your entrance. Your hands twisted into the sheets in anticipation, something he seemed to notice "tell me if it hurts and I will stop immediately" he said and you nodded. Your mouth fell open as you felt him slowly penetrating you, inch by inch "half way in already, almost there" he spoke through gritted teeth, your pussy having his cock in a strangle hold already.

Finally he bottomed out inside you, hitting that spot that turned your vision to static. You felt so deliciously full, and were embarassed by how close you once again were, even though he just put it in. Lycaon, ever so attentive, seemed to realize without you having to voice it, keeping still to give you time to adjust to him. He felt like he was in heaven, your pussy felt so warm and soft around his throbbing member.

He wanted to make you cum on his cock, to pleasure you even better than earlier, better than how you've ever been pleasured before. He wanted to fuck you so good that you'd never desire anyone else but him.

You wiggled your hips, giving him the sign to start moving. Slowly he pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, your eyes started to water at the corners. You couldn't believe your luck that this was actually happening, and neither could he.

Lycaon gently carassed your back as he picked up his pace a little. He reached one of his hands down, taking one of your breasts in his hand. He was messmerized by how soft it was as he started to play with your nipple. His hand continued to trail down your body, finding your clit as he rupped gentle circles against it. He stopped for a moment, carefully repositioning himself, as he pressed his chest to your back. He sucked on your other shoulder, finally giving you all the hickeys he wanted to give you for so long. He wanted to litter your body with hickeys, you'd look so pretty covered in them from head to toe.

He felt you clench around him, it seems you were getting close again. He picked up his pace again, the squelching sounds of your cunt filling the room, fully capturing his attention. Your grip on the sheets tightened "faster please, it feels so good" you called out to him, and he wouldn't make you ask twice "as you wish master." He laced his fingers with yours as he started plowing into you at a volatile pace, your voice filling the room as you screamed his name. He already loved the way it sounded on your tongue, but hearing you scream it drove him almost mad. "Your cock feels amazing oh my god!" You praised, and he felt your pussy squeeze his dick harder, you were about to cum. "Please bite me again" you pleaded brokenly, tilting your head to expose you other shoulder, and he obliged, plunging his teeth into your tender skin. His tail wagged violently as he thrived on you allowing him to freely mark you like this, mark you so everyone knew you belonged with him.

You brokenly cried out his name as you came again, soiling the bedsheets beneath you, and he halted his movement, moaning at how tightly your cunt was holding onto him as he gently rubbed your clit through your orgasm. Lapping on your shoulder, he waited for you to come down from your high before gently speaking up "are you ok? Do you need a break?" He asked you, carefully running his hands up and down your thigh "please don't stop, you haven't cum yet" you told him, you looked over your shoulder and met his gaze "fuck me more please" you asked him, and he smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your neck "anything for you master."

He pulled out of you and you wanted to object, but your words got stuck in your throat as he turned you on your back, and put you into a mating press before quickly entering you again "please scream my name some more" he asked politely before continuing his volatile pace. His cock was so deep inside you, you could feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix with every punishing yet delicious thrust. It almost made you go insane, it didn't take long until you came again. You screamed out his name again as you came on his cock, your release squirting out, and drenching him. You could hear his balls slapping your ass while he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and the impossible tightness of your cunt, sloppily kissing you to swallow all of your noises. He broke the kiss, and licked the tears off your face, thinking how pretty you were even when you were completely fucked out.

Lycaon couldn't tolerate a mess, but he started to love making a mess out of you.

He buried his face in your neck again, feeling himself slowly getting closer to his own climax. He felt his balls tighten as he started to moan louder, notifying you that he was going to finish soon "please let me cum in you y/n" he pleaded, and you let out an especially loud moan after you heared him call you by your name "let me breed your pussy please" he pleaded again, burying his head in your neck, desperate to fill you to the brim with his seed. You crossed your legs behind his back just above the base of his tail, catching his attention before you whispered in his ear "breed me Lycaon" which completely send him over the edge. After a few final strong thrusts, he pressed his cock as deep inside you as he could, drowning your womb with his cum, as your Name kept falling from his lips like a sinful chant. You felt the warmth of his seed as he throbbed and pulsed inside you. Your gaze landed on the Wolf thiren above you, mesmerized by his expression, by his half lidded eye, and his parted lips as he tried to catch his breath, revealing his pearl white fangs in a silent snarl. Clearly he enjoyed himself just as much if not even more than you did.

Lycaon himself was almost drooling from the sensation as he continued to pump his cum into your fluttering pussy. This was by far the most intense orgasm he has ever had in his entire life, nothing could ever compare to it. Especially not his hand when he would stroke himself to the thought of you underneath him like you were right now. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he came down from his high. You could feel his cock still throbbing inside your cunt, realizing that he was still painfully hard despite having cum twice already. He grabbed your hips before gently sitting both of you up, you brokenly moaned as his cock sank deeper inside you. You took in his disheveled appearence, it instantly reminded you of that night as you voiced out what you've been thinking the entire time "you're beautiful", your voice barely above a whisper. Lycaon let out a small whine as he started to slowly thrust up into you, kissing you apologetically as he tried to muffle your screams from being overstimulated. "I'm sorry, just one more load I promise" he told you, his cock squelching through the load he had already filled you with. He took one of your nipples in his fanged mouth, his canines gently tracing against the sensitive bud as he sucked on it "I'm close" you told him and he kissed you again. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues as you both chased your final releases for the night. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, stronger than any other orgasm you had earlier, and you stopped thinking. Your head couldn't form a single coherent thought, and in the heat of the moment you opened your mouth, biting Lycaon's shoulder as hard as you could. It caught him off guard, and he grabbed your ass as he mercilessly impaled you on his length, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind as he repeated the same sentence over, and over "I love you y/n". Finally he let out a loud moan filling you once again to the brim with his release as you clamped down on his cock, milking him for all he's worth. But it was too much, and his cum slowly dripped out of your pussy as it ran down his pulsing shaft. Both of you breathed heavily as he looked at his shoulder, small red spots forming from your bite mark, and that was the moment he knew he had to marry you, no questions asked.

He gently layed your exhausted body down into the unsoiled sheets, wanting to get up in order to clean you both up, but you stopped him "stay" he turned his attention to you "we can clean up tomorrow" you said, your voice heavy with sleep, and exhaustion. He smiled lovingly, carefully lying down next to you as he pulled you into his soft embrace, his length however remained buried in you. He kissed your head, thanking you for letting him share this experience with you as the sensation of his soft fur slowly lulled you to sleep.

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Sunlight found its way through the parted curtains. Slowly your eyes cracked open, still heavy with sleep as your eyes fell on Lycaon, the Wolf thiren himself was still fast asleep. You reached a hand up, first caressing his cheek, and then slowly moving up to his ears, gently petting them, and gushing over how incredibly soft they were. You moved your hand to scratch behind his ear, and he let out a satisfied little grumble as his hold on you tightened ever so slightly. You heared his tail thumping against the mattress as you intently listened to the little sounds he made, only to be interupted by a familiar stretch as you felt his cock harden again. You stopped for a moment unsure of what to do now. You didn't want to wake him, he deserved his rest after how well he had fucked your brains out last night. Your hand ran down his chest again, gently groping his peck as you moved lower, letting your hands run over his defined abs. You bit your lip, slowly moving your hips while your hand continued to roam his body. You looked at his expression, noting how he furrowed his brow to the sensation of you fucking yourself on his morning wood. He moaned quietly as you tried to take him even deeper, moving your hand around to first run down his back, and then mischeviously grabbed a handfull of his ass.

You eyes fell on his eyepatch, and his muzzle, as you realized that he hadn't taken them off before he fell asleep. You couldn't help your curiousity from invading your mind, wanting to once again see him without them. Only this time you wanted to look at him properly. You pondered if you should ask him about it once he woke up, not realizing that the moment you thought about was just upon you. You halted your hip's movement when you felt his hand grab your thigh, gently kneading it "I wish you a good morning as well" he spoke, his voice low and filled with sleep. "M-morning" you said, feeling a tad bit embarassed that he had caught you red handed like this, even though you've been playing a risky game from the start, knowing that the sensation of your velvet walls could always break his slumber. "Sorry" you apologized, and he huffed feeling like teasing you a bit "what are you apologizing for master?" He asked, kissing you on the crown of your head. "You know... for..." you said, hoping he would understand what you ment without you having to voice it. But he deleberately played dumb, something you noticed "I'm sorry it seems I don't quite follow" he said, and you shot him a little glare "I'm sorry for... grinding myself on you" your face now almost the same shade of red as his eye. Truth is, he had been awake for much longer than you, silently admiring you. As he felt you fucking yourself on his dick, he had no intention of stopping you, why would he? You were just so precious.

He lifted your head with his fingers, kissing you deeply. You moaned as your tongue moved against his, wanting to continue grinding against him, but his firm grip stopped you. You hoped that he'd once again fuck you stupid like last night, the fire in your stomach igniting, and setting your nerves ablaze. But Lycaon had other plans, as he broke the kiss, and slowly unseathed himself, you moaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You made him aware of your discontent, wanting to keep going but he just smiled, and pressed another kiss to your head before he got out of bed.

He was teasing you, you knew it. Sure, you were suprised that he had it in him, but you also knew that this was a game both of you could play. He scratched the back of his neck as he made his way towards the bathroom, he turned his head wanting to give you another glance. Instead, stopping dead in his tracks as his eye fell between your thighs again. He watched as his cum began to slowly leak from your core, and he could feel a tinge of discontent shoot through his brain, a feeling he could neither describe nor pinpoint. Its supposed to stay inside, he thought as he watched you reach down to your pussy, scooping up his release on your fingers, and pushing them back inside your heat. His mouth watered again as he watched you finger yourself, while you watched his hand gently stroking his once again erect cock. Suddenly you stopped, and he fought with himself not to pummel you, but instead he cleared his throat, realizing that he had totally fallen for your trick. "We should get cleaned up" you said, closing your legs and breaking his trance "right" he responded shortly, making his way over to you "one moment I'll help you" he picked you up gently, carrying you to the adjacent bathroom.

He put you down on your wobbly legs, as you held onto the sink in order not to fall over. Unfortunately neither his nor your bathroom had a bathtub, both having admittedly very spacious showers instead. He turned the shower on, holding his hand under the water to set it to the right temperature, hoping that it wasn't to hot for you. Against popular beliefe, Lycaon very much enjoyed hot showers and baths in contrast to the Ice he operated with in combat. You watched him as he got on one knee, reaching out one of his hands for you to take, patting his left thigh with the other as a silent invitation for you to sit on it. The warm water, and Lycaon's hands felt good as he gently massaged your sore body "last night was beyond amazing" you spoke, leaning your head against his shoulder "I'm very glad you enjoyed it" he replied, and you could hear the smile on his face.

You once again noticed that, dispite being in the shower, he was still wearing his eyepatch and muzzle. "Can I ask you something" you started, running your hands up and down his soaked back "of course, anything" he replied, rubbing your bodywash on your back. "Can you take your those off?" You asked, running a finger over the leather of his muzzle. He halted his movement for a moment, and your heart hammered against your rip cage. "Of course you don't have to if you don't want to, I didn't mean to pry" you rambled, thinking that your curiousity had offended him. Lycaon however thought that it was now well enough time that he would show you, to place the same trust in you that you placed in him. He put a finger to your lips, gently shushing you before he sat you down in front of him. His fingers moved to undo the clasps of his eyepatch - to remove the last wall he had build up.

He put both to the side, now being fully exposed to you, not just physically, but also emotionally. "Just be warned that it is rather... unpleasant to look at" he said. You gently took his hand in yours as you looked at him "May I?" You asked, and he nodded, understanding what you ment "please do" he replied as you moved your hand towards his face, gently brushing his hair to the side to take a proper look at him.

His left eye was rendered shut indefinetly as it was covered by a giant scar, another smaller cross shaped scar having its place on his right, atop his muzzle. He studied your expression, trying to discipher it, as your fingers traced over his scars. Normally he would have recoiled, not even he himself touched it often, the memory of its creation still too painful for him to fully confront. But your touch felt... nice, very nice. His voice broke the silence as it bounced of the shower walls "I want to tell you about me" he started "I love you, and you deserve to know..." he carassed your cheek "...to know who I was." You stayed silent while you listened to him, rubbing soothing circles on his hand as he spoke. He told you about his criminal past as a thief for Mockingbird, his then partner, the betrayal, and about how he chose to leave this life behind to change for the better. His gaze wandered down to his legs, and he swallowed thickly. It has been a long while since he had last talked with someone about this part of him. "I- uh... in regards to my legs" he stammered, his discomfort about the topic clearly written across his face. You reached out to him, giving him a peck on his nose, the sudden act of affection making him halt his explination "I'm so proud of you" you said, caressing over the small scar on his muzzle "and I'm grateful for the trust you place in me, I swear I'll honor it" you place a hand on his mechanical knee, the water had made it warm to the touch compared to the metallic coldness it normally displayed "if you're not ready to talk about it yet, that's absolutely alright" his ears dropped a little in dissapointment, less towards you and more towards himself "I'm sorry" he said quietly but you just caringly shook your head "there is no need, I feel very happy that you told me about yourself" you replied, and leaned in close, letting your lips ghost over his "I love you too Lycaon" your lips connected with his, a kiss so gentle and so full of love Lycaon feels all his worries melt away in the warmth of the moment, and your affection. He deepened the kiss his tongue finding its way once again into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, a sound that he loved so much "you're eager" you said after breaking the kiss to catch your breath "is it alright if we continue where we last left of?" He asked, kneading your inner thigh with his hand. His cock once again stood at full attention, ready and eager to please you, just like him. You gently took his length in your hand, running your thumb over his, already precum leaking tip "i'd love to" you said giving it a few pumps "If you let me suck you off again" you told him, a mischievous smirk on your face, an expression he actually mirrors "if you let me eat you out again" he replies.

a few minutes later, Lycaon stood in the shower, leaning himself with his arm against the shower wall, shielding you from the downpour as you sucked on his cock. His free hand gently combed through your hair as your tongue ran over the head of his cock. He couldn't help but think of how you had sucked him off yesterday, the image of you taking his cock balls deep was still fresh, and remained so unbelievable hot to him. Would you do that again if he asked you? "Master wait a second" he placed a hand on the top of your head, gaining your attention "what's wrong?" You asked, and his hand returned to comb through your hair "everything is alright, I would just... like to try something if you're alright with that" you perked up at his proposal "absolutely! What did you have in mind" you asked him, teasingly slapping his dick against your cheek, enjoying his reaction as he watched you "can you do it like yesterday?" He asked, and you understood. Of course his reaction to you deepthroating him yesterday hadn't been lost on you, and you smiled up at him "of course" you said, rubing his stomach. Without further ado you took him back in your mouth, enjoying his moaning as you once again shoved his impressive length down your throat. You let out a little noise of surprise as he slowly started to move his hips back, and forth "I'm sorry, is this ok?" He asked, you giving him a playfull thumbs up as he gently facefucked you. He ever so slightly picked up his pace, and you knew he was gonna cum soon "I'm going to cum soon master" he warned you, originally wanting to pull out before he climaxed, but before he could you reached around him, grabbing the base of his tail. A little yelp escaped him as he looked down at you, understanding the look on your face instantly. He nodded in a little silent "ok" before he started moving again, his breathing becoming more rugged with every thrust "I'm coming" he said, flooding your mouth. He looked at you as you swallowed his load, completely starstruck and in awe.

You were beyond perfect.

He gently removed his still twitching member from your mouth, leaning down to capture you in a sloppy kiss. Tasting his release on your tongue just like you had done yesterday, and it drove him feral. "Your turn" He said, breaking the kiss, and made you stand up "wait, my legs are still weak" you said but he told you not to worry before he leaned you against the wall, putting your legs on either side of his head before diving between them without warning. He wasted no time lapping on your folds, and sucking on your clit, your moans only seeming to encourage him more. You were close, and grabbed a fistfull of his hair, grinding against him as you came closer, and closer to the edge. But before you could finish, he pulled away, giving your inner thigh a little bite. You looked down, making eyecontact with him. Originally you wanted to ask him why he stoped, but he spoke before you "please look at me when you cum" he said, licking your inner thigh. You nodded in agreement, and he dove back between your legs, continuing his assault. Finally you toppled over the edge as you came, once again grabbing a fistfull of his wet hair, grinding yourself against his face. You moaned loudly as you watched him swallow your release without breaking eyecontact. You let go of his hair, gently smoothing it down as a silent apology. He placed a small kiss against your clit, and you shuddered "May I continue please?" He asked you while he carassed your thighs "yes you may, but not in this position" you breathed out, and he obliged. Carefully laying you down in the shower. He gently took hold of your hips, elevating them to bring your pussy closer to his mouth before he started to once again pleasure you with it. In this lewd position you could see even more clearly what he did to you, as you watched him tonguefuck you again. Dispite all that, he kept eyecontact with you, gobbeling up all the expressions that your face made as he worked your body. You didn't last long "I-I'm gonna cum again!" You said, reaching for his hand to hold onto. He laced his fingers with yours as another orgasm hit you, some of your release dripping onto your chest. Lycaon carefully lowered your hips before getting on top of you. Your eyes remained fixed on him while he licked up the remnants of your cum from your titts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth to suck on it. He ran his tongue over your left nipple before he released it with a popp, and switched his attention to the other "do you wish to continue?" He asked, pumping his cock which you noticed "yes I do" you replied. He gave you a quick kiss before sitting back, making you straddle his lap, his cock twitching against your cunt "this way you can direct the pace" he told you. You grabbed behind you, taking his cock in your hand before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly you lowered yourself on him, his own eyes entranced by how your pussy swallowed his member "just a little bit more, you got this" he told you before your hips met his. His dick now fully sheathed inside you again.

You carefully started bouncing on his cock, holding onto his shoulders for support as you moaned in unison. You threw your head back in pleasure, and he found his attention once again drifting to your beautiful breasts. The way they bounced up and down seeming to hypnotize him, as he leaned foreward to once again suck on your left nipple, kneading the other one with his hand. Your pace slowly stagnated, and he looked up at you "do you need a break master?" He asked concerned, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you took. You leaned foreward, brushing his hair to the side again before placing a gentle kiss on his scar "I ment what I said last night" you spoke through deep breaths "you're beautiful" you carassed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. You then leaned foreward to whisper into his ear "so please, ravage me again like you did last night."

You yelped in surprise as Lycaon grabbed your ass before abruptly standing up, with you still impaled on his cock. He pressed you with your back against the shower wall, kissing your forehead before he spoke "your wish is my command" with that he fucked into you at a brutal, and demanding pace, the small drops of water that came out of the shower head bounced right off his back. "You make me feel so good, so happy" he babbled, already completely pussydrunk as he ground his cock against your cervix, wanting to make you scream his name again. And that you did, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, as if he would vanish if you let go. You burried your face in his neck, telling him over, and over how much you loved him, his tail wagging in pure ecstasy at your declaration. "I-I'm close, I'm close again!" You cried out to him "I'm close as well" he whsipered in your ear "do you want me to pull out?" He asked, licking over your neck, feeling how quick your pulse was "no, please don't pull out!" You said, his moaning getting louder at your pleading "please cum inside me again!" he picked up his pace even more, hammering his cock into you.

If you wanted him to fill you pretty pussy with his seed again, who was he to deny his perfect mate her wish.

He was ripped out of his thoughts by a familiar sensation on his shoulder, noticing you biting him again. His heart swelled at the act of you marking him - making him yours.

And this time he followed your lead, as he leaned in, and bit your shoulder again, his fangs punching right through your tender skin. The overwhelming satisfaction shooting like electric currents through his veins, as he fully indulged in his instincts. The little voice in his head repeating the same word over, and over.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The sting of pain sending you over the edge, clawing you hands in the fur at the back of his neck as you clamped down on his dick. Lycaon moaned loudly, still needing a little push for his own climax. He felt his balls tighten again as he fucked you through your orgasm, finally arriving at his own. After one last final thrust, he fully burried his cock in you, filling your womb with pulse after pulse of warm cum. He felt a tad bit light headed as he kept filling you with so much cum, it oveflowed from your poor abused cunt and splashed against the tiles of the shower.

Both of you remained in this position for a while, breathing heavily while you slowly recovered from the intense orgasms that had ravaged your bodies. You held eachother close, as Lycaon ran his tongue over your bite mark, licking up the small pearls of red forming on it "I can't feel my legs" you chuckled, and he followed short. He slowly pulled out, sitting you down on the warm tiles of the shower before kneeling in front of you "I'm sorry, it seems I've bitten you to hard" he carefully ran his wet fingers over your wounded shoulder, still silently marveling at how it looked on you. You leaned your head against Lycaon's chest while he carefully cleaned you, apologetically kissing your bite mark. "Are you alright?" He asked you, his hand running up and down your back. More so to soothe his own concern. "It's quite alright" you respond, being cut off by the grumbling of your stomach "just very hungry" he chuckled again "I will prepare breakfast as soon as we're cleaned up."

After getting both of you, and the shower cleaned up, he turned off the water. He opened a window to rid the bathroom of the steam the hot shower had filled it with, wondering how much time had passed while you two had indulged in eachother. Looking around he noticed the small droplets of water clinging to the walls, the mirror, and the furniture. A small drop of water fell on his nose, sighing as he noticed the condensed water dripping from the ceiling lamp. He definetly had some cleaning to do before both of you departed tomorrow.

His eye fell on your tired form in his arms, and he smiled.

But that had time, right now he wanted to make sure you were alright. After drying both of you off he placed you back on the bed, scavenging the room for his boxers while you had once again drifted off to sleep. Lycaon made his way towards the living room to pick up his pants he had abandoned there yesterday, his eye falling on the stains on the sofa cushion, and the carpet. Those stains were by no means difficult to get rid off, the problem was the big claw shaped tear in it, the wadding starting to pool out of it. He cringed, running his hand through his hair as he wondered how he would explain the damage to the owner.

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Part 4 ->

To be continued ->

I hope you enjoyed this part. It was definetly shocking to me that my mind was able to come up with something so grafic, but life is to short to think about if something is cringe or not. Lastly I want to inform you that I'll probably close this Story off with a shorter epilogue. After that I will upload a masterlist with all parts on my Blog for easy accessibility. In the coming days I will inform you about the projects I have planned for the future. I hope you stay tuned for that.

-Elio

#lycaon x reader #von lycaon #von lycaon x reader #zzz von lycaon #zzz x reader #zzz x you #smut #furry #x reader #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human

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So I got to reading some facts about red pandas cuz y'all got me back on the redpanda!reader AU!

They sleep like 2/3 of the day and they sleep with their tails snuggled around their bodies like a blanket.

So like. Hybrid reader gets a lot sleepy during the day. Don't get me wrong, she's extremely efficient when she's awake but she'll often nap, anytime anywhere. On the plane back on the evac. While finishing a report, on the couch after a training and sometimes in the gym behind some training mats.

Random places anytime. When the boys don't know where you are they know you're probably sleeping. But the awful stress they got the first few times as they didn't know where you had decided to fall asleep this time was too much to bear.

"what's this..?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

"it's a chipped tag." Price said. The man standing around, arms crossed.

"what?" You frowned.

"it'll track you at all times. In case we need to find you." Ghost said.

"you're gps tracking me??" You let out, now feeling slightly annoyed.

"don't get on the table... Calm down" Gaz reassured.

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"listen bonnie. We spent 2 hours looking for you last time. You fell asleep in a tank!" Soap argued.

You opened your mouth but Price was faster.

"no. No discussion. Either that or your start sleeping in the dorms. Everytime."

"but... I don't control it... I get sleepy... And then I just nap."

"then I don't want to hear it."

Now you just keep it on you all the time. If it isn't a member of the base notifying Price of your new sleeping spot, they knew where you were.

Now the thing about all these little sleeping episodes. Is that what they started to understand. You needed those power naps. Being in the military didn't let you sleep as much as your hybrid body wanted to. So they often indulge you. You get cranky but mostly overworked. Tiredness eating at you if you go a full day without at least two power naps.

Compared to your kind, it's almost as if you didn't sleep at all!

Now they let you sleep in their arms, against their shoulders. You had been incredibly touched one day, as you were trying to focus through the blurriness of your tired eyes on an incident report, seeing the boys walk in with a blanket.

"You took a nap this afternoon?" Gaz questioned.

"on the couch lass! Nap nap!" Soap chimed.

Another thing is the way you sleep. You had first hid yourself away when you met the boys. Sleeping spots into dark corners or only your dorm. But the first time Gaz found you sleeping on an old office couch, he couldn't stop smiling. How you found this abandoned office was a mystery. But the way you were curled on the cushion, tail in between your legs as you held it like a pillow against you, face on the tip.

He bit his tongue, trying not to let a sound out at how cute he found you. He had left, only texting the team to let them know where you were.

Then it was on a particularly hard mission. The first time you had actually slept near the boys, nothing separating you. The small one room safehouse not giving anyone any privacy.

The boys had noticed your sleepy eyes closing themselves as they tried to chat about what they'd do once they'd be home, evac fishing them up the next morning.

You were eventually lulled to sleep by their deep voice, talking in a low tone. Wrapping yourself up again, tail around your curled body, ear twitching at the lack of their voices as they noticed it. The boys were in awe. Gaz admitted he had already witnessed it before. Soap immediately took a picture, Ghost smacking the back of his head before grunting.

"Send it to me..."

You were standing on a humvee three days later, having found out their phone wallpapers was a picture of you sleeping. Your red face as you scolded them from your high ground, the four men standing arms crossed looking up at you, too amused for your own taste.

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f14fun · 5 months ago

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pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 4

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

lmao i lied again, part FIVE i swear will actually include the mc wedding, and for al of y'all's confused, ITS FAKE LMAO they are not actually getting married for reals, just for funsies (shout out to my moots for letting me know this bit was a tad confusing 😭)

i'll see if i can get part five out tmr afternoon or evening!

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envy-of-the-apple · 5 months ago

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hii!

i saw your list for things you enjoy writing for and omfgg languge barriers<33 those are absolutely top tier i love reading about those!! could i request a language barrier + monster au w beel? tysm and have a great day!!

ohhhhhhh thats so interesting????im gonna write an orc fit cuz i feel like that fits him so well-

(Dark content, kidnapping, noncon touching, shitty japanese cuz google translate, etcetc)

(Yandere! Orc! Beezebub x reader)

(translated sentences in the tags)

You saw the fires before you even heard the warning bells.

You'd heard the stories. Back when you were a child, crowded inside the elders cottage as you and the other children eagerly listened to the stories about the orcs. Only one of the adults had seen the warriors. Back when she was a child. Monstrous beasts, filled with nothing but anger and the taste of war.

"Will they ever come here?" One child had asked. A hushed murmur fell amongst the youth.

The elder smiled.

"No young one," she said, "they all reside in the north. No beast would travel so far."

She spoke lies, the proof only revealing itself years later.

You can hear the screams through your thin walls. Still, you continue to huddle in the corner of your home like a coward. It's too late to run. Far too late to call for help. All you can do is sit and pray to the Gods for mercy.

They'd come suddenly. Unlike anything you heard from the stories. There wasn't smoke in the distance warning their presence. It was just the distant clatter of hooves. And then chaos.

You'd been one of the lucky ones. Still in your home, bustling away when the screaming started. You'd locked your doors, bolted the windows. Even now, as you lay huddled in a ball, you knew it wouldn't be enough. You were just waiting for the inevitable.

Eventually, it came.

You were expecting something more violent. Windows being smashed. The wall torn apart. There was just a click and a squeak of your door. Heavy footsteps. Something was inside your home.

To your benefit, you don't whimper. Your breath hitches, but the beast's loud lumberings drown the noise. You can already tell that it's big. Each movement it makes causes your tiny home to rumble and shake.

You don't think. You just shove yourself under your tiny cot, trying to make as little noise as you can. You can hear your heartbeat thumping away in your chest, as you pray for it to slow down. You don't want to know if the thing in your home can hear it too.

It starts in your kitchen. You can hear it clamber away with pots and pans. The crushing of metal makes your head hurt as you imagine that being your skull. Then your furniture, a chair, thrown across the room, you can hear the wood shatter. That could be your limbs.

When it enters your bedroom. You stop breathing.

You can only see its boots. Big, nearly the size of your forearm, maybe even bigger. It muddles around your room, clumsily swiping away at the various knick-knacks and trinkets you have scattered across your room. The real horror begins when it starts to sniff the air, and you wonder if it can smell you.

You hear it's voice. Masculine, deep. He's saying words in a language you can't understand, it's foreign to your ears.

And then you're pulled from your sanctuary.

It doesn't matter how many times you've heard the story of the beasts ripping apart boulders with their bare hands, you kick and scream and collapse into sobs. The arms around your midriff don't budge. If anything they tighten, keeping you trapped with the thing you most feared.

You think you stay like that for hours. Or maybe time was slipping by, turning into sludge because your heart was going too fast and you surely thought that would kill you before the beast ever does. You squeeze your eyes shut, sobbing as you just wait for it to be over already.

Except, nothing happens. There's just this soft tapping against your cheek. He's speaking, again, that same deep tone that's strangely so soft.

"私を見て."

You want to keep your eyes shut, but perhaps, it's morbid curiosity that causes you to see who your murderer will be.

He's big, the largest man you've ever seen. He'd look human if it weren't for the textured skin, the fangs protruding from either side of his lips, the bright orange hair, the purple eyes that seemed to glow.

The most beautiful man you've ever seen. The most monstrous creature to ever exist.

He tilts his head. For a creature who is known to crush skulls and eat bones, he doesn't look very harmful. If anything, he's vulnerable. His chest is bare, only covered by shiny metal bracelets, while his bottom is covered by an animal pelt.

Yet, you stare back in terror. Looks don't mean anything. Not for beings like him.

Eventually, the orc nods, done examining you. Was he deciding you're a good enough kill? Before you can think anything further, he picks you up in his arms, effortlessly carrying you.

You've been crying and fighting and struggling for hours. All of it had tired you out. All what you can do is watch helplessly from his arms when he exits your home.

Your entire village is in shambles. Fire is everywhere. Blood is as common as water. It's horrifying. The scene haunts you even after the orc deposits your limp body on top of a horse.

Earlier he seemed rather unbothered with your struggles. Now, he gives an irritated sigh when you start to scream again. The orc wrestles your arms together, bundling them up with rope. Your mouth is muffled by a thick cloth. When you peer up at him helplessly, he gives you a stern look as if to say 'you brought this onto yourself'.

A sound of another horse's hooves is enough to remind you this orc didn't do this pillaging all by himself. Another orc saddles up to him. He's a bit smaller compared to the first one. Indigo hair with ivory tips. Despite their stark differences, their purple eyes look oddly similar to one another.

He gives your pathetic state a lookover, and then he scoffs.

Behind you, the orc that kidnapped you shrugs and says a few things. They go back and forth a bit and it sounded like they were arguing.

Eventually, there seems to be a clear victor. The orc rides off, as the first one gives a satisfied huff. When you fearfully look behind you, he just a condescending pat on your shoulder.

You think you pass out after that, because the next time you open your eyes, you're no longer on a horse.

The pelts under your skin are soft to the touch. You rise from the makeshift bed, looking at your surroundings. A large tent filled with soft furs and various trinkets.

You don't need to know who's it is.

He comes in hours later. Just as tall and terrifying when you first met him. He isn't adorned in weapons anymore. You cower nonetheless.

You curl inwards when he kneels in front of you. Even sitting down, he's humongous. His clawed hands unfurl, and he presents something to you.

You don't know what it is, but you know it's food.

You don't take it, suspicious. He seems to realize this as he takes a bite, before extending it back to you. Still, you refuse.

You can't figure out his endgame, yet. He hasn't kill you, does that mean he's waiting for the right moment? Is he planning on fattening you up before he eats you? You wished you could speak his language. Any answer is better than his silent torment.

After a while, he shrugs, muttering something, before gently placing it back on the plate. He still isn't done with you.

He points to himself.

"Beelzebub," he says. He repeats the motion a few more times before you understand that he's saying his name.

When he points to you, you shy away, refusing to answer. He doesn't seem angry at that, giving a thoughtful hum. You watch warily as Beelzebub pulls away, his interest falling to other things within the tent. Sharper things. He picks up a long knife, studying the blade.

You swallow, and then you decide to leave.

You'd barely begun to take a step before Beelzebub turns to look at you. He huffs, before pointing at the piles of furs. You don't need to know what he said. You stay put.

He puts the knife down, thankfully. He picks some other things, moving them around the tent mindlessly. At least he isn't looking at you. You think you'd go into hysterics if he just sat there, staring and staring and staring.

He's waiting for something. Someone.

Pretty soon, that person walks through the tent.

Not as large as Beelzebub, but big enough to terrify you. This orc had black hair. His red eyes racked over your figure, scrutinizing you with mild disgust.

Beelzebub greets him with a grunt. The newcomer sighs before going off in a foreign language. Beelzebub answers with a stagnant face. Another argument. You have a feeling both were about you.

Clearly, the orcs did not want you here. Then why did he bring you here? At that, relatively unharmed? What was the point of all of this?

Or perhaps the other orcs didn't understand their member's thought process either.

Eventually, Beelzebub shakes his head. He points at you.

"彼女は私の妻になります," he says.

The other orc frowns, but he doesn't respond. Beelzebub must have won. He just gives you another glance, before making his way back out the tent.

Beelzebub gives a satisfied grunt. You stiffen when he drops down to sit right in front of you.

He doesn't do anything. He just sits. He stares right at you. In response you press yourself against the tent walls, but there's no where to hide.

He reaches out to touch your cheek. You shudder.

"私の妻." When he smiles, his dangerous fangs poke out. "私のものだけ."

#yandere obey me #yandere #yandere obey me x reader #yandere beelzebub #yandere beelzebub x reader #yandere beelzebub obey me #non con touching #kidnapping #orc beelzebub #yandere orc beelzebub #translations in order #“look at me”#“she will be my wife”#“my wife”; “only mine”

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