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give him a minute... #lycahugo

Good luck on your Hugo pulls~!
(for the record, I wouldn't mind losing 50/50 to lycaon)

new #lycahugo fic~!
post-1.7, domestic fluff, mutual pining, plot, explicit
archiveofourown.org/works/65506504
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Lycaon becomes Mockingbird's temporary 'attendant' after an act of revenge puts Hugo in danger. But with his self-restraint thinning by the day, it's only a matter of time until...?

Maid day!
#hugovlad

Anyway GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, I have Hugo Vlad artt yipee #zzzero #HugoVlad #zenlesszonezero

カリンちゃん

セコム

Miku/10

forgot i have a bsky 💀
#lycahugo

Proud Blåhaj owner as of today

“I mean, look at you,” he croons, reaching out to place his hand on Lycaon’s face. The wolf flinches back in response, but it doesn’t stop him from sliding a finger under a leather strap. “You’ve gone and muzzled yourself. And you’re telling me you have the life you desire? Why else would you have this—” He twists his hand to hook his finger in the strap and tugs, yanking Lycaon’s face down, closer to his own, forcing him into eye contact. “—if you didn’t want to bite?” Lycaon’s breathing is starting to become shallow. His whole body is tight with tension and restraint. If it wouldn’t leave him helpless, he’d bind his arms and legs right now, too. “I will not be controlled by my instincts,” he says, forcibly looking away. “I am no longer so… uncivilized.” “Uncivilized?” Hugo laughs out. “Are you under the impression that regular humans don’t bite each other? They do, all the time. They just don’t have the same teeth.” Lycaon tilts his head away and Hugo follows, nuzzling his snout. “But you know I can handle it,” he whispers into white fur. “Just like you can handle mine.” Hugo’s little fangs are nothing in comparison, but he’s very familiar with the sting of them — in his shoulder, in his throat, his thighs, somehow undeterred by the fur between him and skin. His favourite, though, was always Lycaon’s tongue, which he’s currently holding back from lolling out of his mouth to taste the air.

The problem is, as usual, that Hugo is right. Biting is only a taboo for him because of what he is. It’s all fine when it’s humans and their blunt teeth, or thirens like mice or rabbits. The small fangs of those like Hugo or cat thirens are acceptable, and even some dog thirens are tolerated in that regard. But Lycaon is a wolf — if he bites, really bites, he won’t simply bloody someone up. He can crunch through bone. He could tear a person’s arm off. He could rip out their throat with very little effort. He can’t do those little teasing hints of erotic what-ifs that other thirens do with the rounded ends of his large fangs. When he punctures skin, it is only to maim. Hugo’s finger disappears from beneath the muzzle so he can undo it entirely. Lycaon could stop him physically quite easily. He doesn’t try. The leather hits the floor. Hugo moves his hands to the seam of his snout. “Open,” he requests — perhaps orders — with a lilting smile. He hesitates, but does not need to be told a second time. Slowly, almost fearfully, he opens his mouth to bare his teeth.

Hugo maintains his hold on him, pushing him wider and wider until he’s satisfied. It’s uncomfortable, especially with the ache of movement after so long without much. He peers inside his gaping maw like one would a fossil — marvelling at the hypothetical ferocity and power while being assured that he’s safe from it. He releases his upper jaw so he can reach inside and run his fingers over his teeth. He feels out the thick, smooth ends of his canines, purposefully catches the tips on a couple sharper incisors. Blood meets his wet, salivating tongue. His nostrils flare. A very soft, high-pitched whine rises unbidden from his throat. “And close,” Hugo commands in a murmur. Slowly, he follows the order, until his fingers are held gently in his jaws. One of his teeth clinks against a ring on his finger (the match to his own), so Hugo pushes in a little deeper to accommodate. Lycaon’s tail swishes from side to side as he holds him, as he is held there by Hugo’s orders, his words, his presence. Just like he always was. “Good boy, Lycaon,” he whispers though his cutting smile. He kisses the end of Lycaon’s snout, and it makes his tail thrash a little more without his permission. “See? You don’t even need a muzzle. You know exactly when it’s time for control… and when it’s time to let loose.” A low snarl builds in Lycaon’s throat, but his mouth doesn’t move, so Hugo just smiles wider at him.

thinking about hugos reaction to lycaons muzzle #crownwolf

☂️💗💗💗 #vivianzzz

👀

Does it every drive you crazy just how fast the night changes

ヒューゴとライカンさんとコインチョコ

昨日ホワイトデーだったので…🍫
#zzzero
#Hugo #Lycaon

"wip" I say as I then proceed to never touch it again

🦇の身体に傷痕ほし～というrkgk

選んだ道

Fan art of Hugo Vlad from Zenless Zone Zero. His attire is from his official character story art with Vivian.

Long hair #HugoVlad
#ZenlessZoneZero #ZZZ #ゼンゼロ

Pixel art of Vivan and Hugo Vlad from ZZZero

Haven't played #ZZZ, but I love #Vivian and #Hugo 's designs a lot, so I made small #8bit #pixelart versions of them.

#ZenlessZoneZero #ゼンゼロ #zzzero #ドット絵 #dotpic #NES #ファミコン

Uhh...

救出後
#crownwolf　#lycahugo

Kicking my feet giggling screaming crying throwing up

Oh my god he's so dramatic you're a little chibi I could punt you with my finger

I'M STILL NOT OVER THIS NOT OVER HIM I'M LITERALLY SOBBING SO LOUDLY RN AFTER ALL THIS TIME HE'S HERE HE SAID IT "HUGO VLAD" HE SAID HIS FUCKING NAME OH MY GOD AND JUST A FEW MONTHS AGO WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IF IT WAS ACTUALLY HIS NAME AND TO HEAR HIM SAY IT WITH HIS OWN VOICE??? I DON'T DESERVE THIS

crownwolf/lycahugo

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こっちに載せてなかった2枚

ヒューゴ　#zzzero #hugovlad