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saetoru · 6 months

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underground fighter wriothesley who absolutely melts whenever you patch him up n place the softest kisses over his bruises n stuff :((

- 🦋 anon

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ WE, NOT I — WRIOTHESLEY.

contents. underground fighter! wriothesley, gn! reader (he gifts you flowers, perfume and a necklace though, so if that is fem! coded to you, there’s your warning), mentions of foster care and being orphaned (wriothesley), mentions of blood, bruises, and injuries (wriothesley), slight angst but overall fluff ending

money’s tight—has been for a while, actually. wriothesley doesn’t like to talk about it, doesn’t like to open up even though he knows you won’t think any less of him. but you notice the small things, always do.

it’s the way you buy groceries for two, the way he’s always over for dinner one way or another, the way he seems to spend more and more time at your place than his. money’s tight, even if he doesn’t like to admit it—and you could never force it out of him, but you think letting him stay with you while he can could help ease the burden of living even if a little.

he’s grateful—a little roundabout in the ways he shows it, but grateful all the same.

and then the presents start to come.

it’s small at first: those expensive macarons you like from that bakery, the bouquet of roses that couldn’t be cheap, a nice dinner he insists he can pay for every once in a while. and then it starts to get bigger: fancy tea from the side of town neither of you even think about shopping at, perfume from a brand you can’t even pronounce, a necklace that’s more than what you can afford yourself.

it starts out slow, and then all at once, wriothesley has what you imagine to be more money than he knows what to do with. because why else spoil you like this? why else blow money on things for you when he could be putting it towards himself?

not everyone gets to have a head start at life—wriothesley is proof of that. it’s hard, more than most people realize, to be orphaned so young and move through foster home after foster home. he’d gone to jail once too—he doesn’t talk about that either, and you never ask. it’s hard, more than anyone gives him credit for, to be knocked down by life so many times and make a living for yourself.

you can’t understand where the sudden change comes from, can’t pinpoint where along the line he started getting so comfortable. it’s not unwelcome, you would never want to watch him just barely scrap by, but it concerns you how he seems to have so much all at once.

and then you get your answer.

“what—what happened to you?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing the blood caked by his nose and around his knuckles. that’s the best of it, unfortunately—the gashes on his chest and the bruises somehow look even worse.

you’d consider him lucky that his ribs don’t seem cracked.

“just a fight,” he shrugs, not meeting your eyes. wriothesley is a lot of things: resourceful, conniving at times, and braver than most. good at lying is not one of them, however—at least not with you. “just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“where were you, then?” you challenge, staring at him hard enough that he doesn’t have to meet your eyes to shuffle uncomfortably in his spot. he doesn’t answer. you’re almost fed up. “wriothesley,” you say in a warning tone.

there’s a sense of finality he doesn’t like.

“what happened to wrio, sweetheart? you’re killin’ me here, i come home to you all bruised up and you’re here beating me down harder—”

“wriothesley, i’m worried about you,” you whisper tiredly. it’s defeated—it’s almost helpless. he frowns, finally looking up at you from his place between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter.

“you don’t have to be,” he mumbles, “i can take care on my own. i always have.”

“there’s no being on your own when we’re together,” you shake your head. your hands fall to either side of your body, shoulders slumping in exhaustion. “don’t you understand? neither of us is supposed to be on our own anymore—not when the other is here.”

“yeah,” he crosses his arms—you try to ignore the wince he lets out as he moves, “and now you’re not handling things on your own anymore. i’m carrying my weight. just need to fight a guy or two.”

“you’re carrying your weight by fighting?” you blink at the realization. he doesn’t look you in your eyes, keeping them trained on the floor again. “oh my god—is that what these are from? because….because you’re fighting some punks in the middle of the night? that’s illegal—and you could get in trouble again—”

he doesn’t seem to like being reminded of his past. that’s clear when he clicks his teeth and glares at you. “and what am i supposed to do, stay cooped up in your place and eat your food?” he asks bitterly, making your brows furrow.

“not necessarily, but you can—”

“what, so i just live paycheck to paycheck and shower at your place and sleep in your bed so my water and electricity bills aren’t too high for the month?”

“wrio—”

“i’m earning, aren’t i? what’s the big deal?”

“the big deal is this,” you wave your hand exasperatedly, tears welling up by the lash line of your eyes as you stare at his bruises with trembling lips, “look at you. it’s not worth it if you come back to me like this.”

“but i come back,” he mumbles, taking your hand—he kisses the knuckles, rubs a rough thumb over the smooth skin before laying your palm against his cheek and sighing. “i always come back.”

you love wriothesley—have since the day you met him, you think. he’s easy to fall for like that, to feel your stomach go in twists and knots every time he makes a sarcastic joke and throws you a charming smile. life has been tough on the man you love, unfairly so. it’s hit him harder and harder and pushed him back to his knees before he ever got a chance to fully stand up.

he’s hitting back, now. maybe in a more literal sense than you’d hoped, but….but maybe you can help him if you can’t change him. maybe you can keep the pieces together until the plaster holds and they’re not so fragile anymore.

“i don’t like seeing you hurt,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss the broken skin on his cheekbone, “you don’t have to do all this. we were doing okay before that.”

we. he shudders at that. it’s always we and never i—even when you did all the heavy lifting. even when he was barely getting by and you were giving more than you should’ve had to, more than he should’ve needed. it’s always we. never i.

you and him.

“i know,” he melts, humming as your fingers thread into his tousled hair, scratching his scalp as he buries his face into your neck, “just let me save a bit more. and then i’ll do something real with myself. i promise.”

you pull away after a bit, taking in every bruise and every cut, every dry patch of blood and swollen patch of skin. it’s shaky at first, your voice when you finally speak.

“‘s all bruised,” you say quietly, running a finger over the marks littering his chest. he’s painfully still—doesn’t move a muscle as you lean in slowly and press a kiss to the purplish stain on his skin, gently trailing them to the next one, and the next one, and the next one. “you don’t deserve all this.”

“yeah?” he chuckles—its breathy, a little strained. your arms loop around his waist and bring him closer, “what a sweet thing,” he coos, “nobody ever treats me so gentle.”

you frown at that. the world is not gentle with wriothesley—you’ll have to be extra gentle to make up for it.

“you’ll be safe? you’ll pull out when it’s too much, right? and you’ll come back? without being too hurt, right? wrio, you can’t—”

“yeah, yeah, i got it,” he huffs, pressing his forehead to yours, letting your hands cup his cheeks. he leans closer to your touch, shudders as you slowly trace his cheek with your thumb, “just wait at home all pretty for me, yeah? i’ll bring you back something nice.”

“bring me back yourself in once piece,” you huff.

“done,” he smiles, “i’m strong, if you haven’t noticed.”

“yeah? explain this,” you challenge, pressing down on a bruise and making him wince.

“you should see the other guy,” he whines, burying his face back into your neck. you roll your eyes, there’s a scoff in your throat but a smile on your lips.

wriothesley is safe—for now, that’s all you can ask for.

“i love you,” you mumble, “so much. no matter what, okay?”

“no need to get so emotional on me, baby,” he chuckles—and then there’s a tightening of strong arms around your body, a kiss pressed delicately to your neck before a soft, “but i love you too” is murmured into your skin.

“i hope you’re ready to clean those cuts. they’ll sting for sure,” you grumble as you pull away. he grins—handsome, charming, yours.

“will you kiss them better?” he bats his lashes, making you snort.

“no.”

i might make this a reoccurring drabble series too idk yet. anyway you know what else he can beat up ?? this pussy ;)

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melodramaticmeans · 2 months

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Working as a guard in the Fortress of Meropide was one thing.

"Would you mind tasting this for me?"

Being used as a dummy to see whether the Duke's food was poisoned was another.

You blinked as Wriothesley shoved a plate of macarons in front of you. "Um."

Wriothesley stared at you, arms crossed. "What, you'd rather the Duke was poisoned?" He asked nonchalantly.

Now, you don't want to be poisoned, but you also don't want to lose your job. Taking a macaron from the plate, you hesitantly placed it into your mouth, only to basically melt in satisfaction.

"Oh my Archons," it was blissfully tasty. Tangy notes of bulle fruit, the sweetness of the sugar, how the filling practically melted in your mouth, the dessert was amazing.

You, with much restraint, stopped yourself from taking another one. "I- er- it should be safe to eat, Your Grace."

"Hm. Is that so? Then you should try a sip of tea, too. Just to be safe." Wriothesley pulled out an extra chair, motioning for you to sit.

It might've taken you too long to realize that this was practically a date, with Wriothesley feeding you delicacies off of his plate.

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moraxsthrone · 6 months

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nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader.

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wriothesley binding your wrists with his tie is all well and good...

but what about when he ties it around your ankles before lifting them in the air? his leaking cock bounces when he catches sight of your swollen pussy lips sticking out between the fat of your trembling thighs. he's got a firm grip on the makeshift restraint, keeping your legs up when they want to give out. with his free hand he guides his cock to your slit, spreading your wet lips open around his fat tip as he slowly pushes inside you. you cry out at the fullness of the stretch, your legs shaking on his shoulder as he wraps his hands over your hips to steady you.

"fuck, so warm and tight, baby..." wrio groans, working his cock in deeper with slow thrusts until his heavy balls are pressing against your taint. "gonna fuck my shape into you..."

he fucks you long and hard, making you twist and white-knuckle the fabric beneath you, your eyes rolling back as his strong thighs slap into you. holding his shirt up with his teeth and your ankles together with his tie, the duke watches while your wet, puffy lips suck and give on his creamy, thick length.

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riaki · 4 months

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thinkibg ab racer!wriothesley like those boxing aus except u wear his racing jackets n ur constantly hang out in his car after races… racer!wrio whos always looking for u in the stands; who, after crossing that checkered line, gets out of his car and takes his helmet off, shaking his hair damp with sweat and mussing the dark strands with one hand. who’s always nicking the sleeve of the glove with his teeth to pull it off instead of using his hands like he’s been told to before, just because he knows u like it.

racer!wrio who's bombarded w/ questions as soon as he steps off the track; flashing lights and mics to his lips— all demanding to know what it’s like to be a racing champion and who you are. and all he does is hook an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side and call you ‘his girl’. you’re usually not public with it, but his cologne smells more intoxicating than usual today, so who’s complaining? plus, his habit of rubbing the dip in your shoulder just above your collarbone has a way of distracting u from all else.

and whenever he can afford it, he’ll always be taking u out— a drinking night on his tab, or a fresh bouquet of flowers in his hand with your name on a tag, or a pretty bottle of perfume that’s a little too expensive for your comfort. but everytime u approach him ab it, he just brushes you off with a slow, distracting kiss on your skin and smoothly changing the topic. he’ll be the one to wear the stress lines, not you.

racer!wrio, who gets injured from a dirty play during the race; who lets you undress him and tend to his wounds, giving you a sharp smile when you run your fingers over the scar on his collar. he’d never tell you, but the rush he gets from the race is nothing compared to the cold thrill of your touch. you’ve got him hook, line, and sinker, and the adrenaline junkie’s perfectly content to be a sitting duck. racer!wrio, who forces u to read the fanmail he receives and laughs when you accuse him of torturing you when, in reality, he thinks you’re the cutest when you’re jealous, and he just loves to hear the romantic gush in your pretty voice. he's absolutely whipped

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ilyhaitanii · 4 months

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watch the chain break ft. wriothesley

nsfw. spanking, punishment, wrio’s cuffed for half of this, use of “puppy, pup, mutt, sugar” clit smacking

if you think you can get away with teasing wriothesley, then you’re wrong. even with the duke handcuffed beneath you and your fingers toying with his leaky cock, you’re still just a cute (misbehaving) puppy to him. you’re pretty eyes look up at him as you sink your mouth onto his cock, tongue swirling the tip.

you give a whole show, moving your hair behind your hair, coking all over his cock. he watches as you drip your saliva onto his cock, using the pink muscle to drag it all around his shaft.

he thinks you’re cute for thinking these cuffs could hold him back, but he’ll allow you to play your little game for a bit. he bites back moans as he watches you press your tits on either side of his cock. he bucks his hips up and watches the tip smack you in the chin. you press onto the tip, making his eye buldge.

“careful there, puppy.” he says in a low, dangerous voice. his eyes are dark as his lips are curled into a sly smirk. you raise a brow, jerking him off with your small hands.

“oh yeah? what are you gonna do about it, your grace?” you tease him, going back to leave kitten licks all over the tip. “it’s so leaky…do you wanna cum, your grace?” the stupid smile on your face. he’s gonna make you regret that.

“yeah.” he says breathless, rutting his hips into your small hands. you’re so cute, he thinks. you giggle as you retract your hand.

“you’re so silly, your grace.” you climb into his lap, rubbing your bare pussy up and down his shaft. he groans at the warmth of your pussy. “im gonna make you beg,” wriothesley raised a brow, laughing.

“oh yeah? it’s not good for you to get on my nerves, pup.” his eyes grow darker the longer you tease him for. you’re giggling to yourself at the needy duke beneath you. however, at the sound of the chains snapping, your eyes widen. immediately, you stand up, taking multiple steps back.

wriothesly laughs, rubbing and rolling his lips. he stands up, his cock proudly standing. he cracks his neck and knuckles as he takes a seat on the bed on the cell. he beckons you over with a sick smile on his face.

“come here, puppy.” he pats his lap enthusiastically. he watched your legs tremble.

“how did you…” your completely caught off guard. there was no way he could’ve been able to escape! you made sure to tightly tie him up. how did he break free? he can’t be that strong, can he?

“i said, come here.” he says sternly, a smile still on his face lips. “im not asking you, i’m telling you.” he beckons you over to his lap once more. you gulp before cautiously walking towards him. he roughly tugs you towards him, throwing you over his lap. your hands tremble as your hold onto his thigh. wriothesley’s free hand rubs your ass before harshly spanking you.

“fucking mutt,” he hits the soft flesh once more. you yelp and cry at the feeling, begging for him to stop. he shushes you, sliding a finger into your mouth. he slides two fingers all the way across your tongue, pressing them against the back of your throat. you aggressively pant around them, drool spilling down your chin. wriothesley’s heavy hand comes down and lays another smack on your ass.

“it’s very cute how you think you can get away with things like this, baby. like i won’t bend you over like this a spank you.” the duke pauses as he notices the way you grind your clit against his thigh. “oh sweetie…” he says in a faux concerned tone. “you like this dontcha?”

he chuckles as the way you keep pressing your pelvis against his thighs, your achy clit begging for any sort of friction. you’re too fucking cute. he tugs at your collar, pulling you up onto his lap. your wet pussy pressed against the tip of his cock.

he has you sitting with the side of your shoulder to your chest as he secures an arm around you. he roughly sinks you onto his cock, making you yelp. you claw at his wrist and chest, sobbing.

“i’m sorry, your grace. please, im sorry.” you gasp and sob when he bounces you on his cock, smacking your ass another time. tears flood your vision as you try to lift your hips. his cock is far too large inside of you as you press yourself deeper onto his length. “im sorry, please. i can’t take it,”

he hushes his sweet little puppy as you rest your head against his shoulder. his hands card through your hair while the other toys with your pert nipples.

“shh, be a good girl and take it, pup. i know you can, yeah?” he pins you to the bed, pressing your legs to your chest. his cock is even deeper than before as you panic. you grab onto anything stable, trying to push yourself off this thick length, but he pins your wrists down onto your tummy. he presses the shadow of his cock on your stomach with your wrists, making you writhe in his hold.

wriothesley pistons his cock in and out of your pussy, making you cry and claw at him. your sweet noises are like music to his ears and the way you gush around him even more when he spanks your clit. makes his heart swell. poor thing… you don’t even know that you like it.

he stops moving, pulling his hips a little ways away from yours. the tip of his cock stays hilted inside of you.

“i have a little challenge for you, puppy.” his hand caresses your throat, wrapping his strong hands around it. he doesn’t apply any pressure, but he keeps it there. “if you can cum only by me toying with yer’ clit, i won’t punish you, okay?” your ears perk up at his words as you nod, determination burning in your eyes.

“even though i should punish you, im giving you a chance to escape it. are we clear?” he watches as you nod your head again. he smiles mischievously as he pushes the tip of his cock a little deeper in, watching you whimper. his thick fingers toy with the little bud for a moment before slapping the poor thing. he feels your jump in place, cunt tightening around his length.

“wait! that’s not fair,” tears well in your eyes as you cry. his thumb collects the salty tears, wiping them away. he coos gently,

“i didn’t say how i was gonna touch it, sugar. i just said i was gonna touch it. technically, im playing by the rules,” he presses your legs to your chest, smirking down at your trembling form.

“buckle up, you filthy mutt.”

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ccalxx · 5 months

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Dating Wriothesley Headcanons

What is it like dating the duke of the Meropide Fortress?

Wriothesley is very sharp and observant, even the faintest difference in your actions, he will know if something is wrong. He may be busy but he won't waste any time in asking you what's wrong or he would be comforting you if you need comfort.

Given that he is the Duke of the Meropide Fortress, a similar title to the Iudex of the Court of Fontaine, do expect that he'd really be busy. But not busy enough to prevent him from visiting or contacting you.

If you're the type of person that would make him cute bento boxes hoping to embarrass him (prank), well think again, because he actually doesn't care! He might chuckle a second or so, but he really thinks that your bento boxes are cute and something (despite being consumable) to cherish. He appreciates the thought and designs you put into.

He likes eating meat because of protein, just how he likes eating yo-, so you mostly make meat dishes in your bento. Tonkatsu that looks like a shark? Cute! Teriyaki chicken that resembles a wolf? Looks good! Pasta with shark shaped sausages? Thats nice!

On the outward appearance, you'd think he's scary or someone who has anger issues but he's not. He's really soft, caring, and cheeky too!

Do expect that he'd melt into your touch once he gets home from work. He may also fall asleep on times you didn't expect him to.

"[Nameeeeee] I'm home!" Wrio said as he wrapped his hands behind you and kisses your cheeks. You both went and sat on the couch, Wrio still clinging to you, as you ask him about his day, you noticed he isn't responding. He fell asleep while clinging to you, looks like you're not gonna feel your arm later.

He may have prevented you in going to Fortress of Meropide many times.

"Y/N, No. You might be in danger." "But Wrioooo" "No.".

But that didn't stop you from going and having lunch/snacks/dinner (he sometimes stay in the office even at night to finish paperworks). Instead he taught you some self defense moves in case you needed. "Okay Y/N if someone grabs your arm what should you do?" "Break their neck?" "Ye- what no!"

He likes tea, but you know what he likes more? You brewing him tea. You somehow learned different brew mixes just for him and he appreciates, no, he loves it so much! Because he doesn't really have the time to mix tea with lemon or whatever, because he's busy.

He isn't really a fan of PDA since he respects your personal space but in certain occasions he will assert that he's your man.

For example, someone in the overworld was harassing with you while you were selecting meat for his next meal. "*Whistles* Looking good pretty/handsome, just like that piece of meat you're holding" You were contemplating to slap the slab of meat on his face but you suddenly felt familiar hands around your waist. "My, my, that's not how to talk to a lady/gentleman is it not? It looks like you need to learn some manners, don't you think so Madamoiselle/Monseiur?" He looks at you with a warm smile and he looks straight up to the eyes of the guy. "Scram if you don't want me to report you to Monseiur Neuvillette for harassment". "Why are you here sweetie?" "Please don't tease me but... I kind of missed you... So I was looking for you at home but you weren't there..." "Aw, Wrio!" He looks around then he buries his head on the crook of your neck.

When there are times that you needed comfort, he will try his best to be there (ex. documents finished early) . If not, as a promise or a substitute he will leave his fur coat draped on you. He'll make up to you by bringing you food though (or flowers/things if you don't like food as much).

If you feel sick, he'd take a leave to work, he'd care for you until you are healthy.

Wriothesley is really sweet and caring, despite of how sharp or scary he looks. He'd do everything to make you happy and comfortable, and it's not an exaggeration that he'd risk himself for you. He loves so much and he never felt so drunk in love before, but now he's drunk in love with you.

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seaadc · 4 months

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hello!!! if you’re up for this, can i request any genshin men with a reader who feels like a horrible person because of things they’ve done in the past? i have a guilt complex lmaoooooo (i say lmao but it’s agony) (PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WITH A GUILT COMPLEX PUT YOUR HANDS UPPPP)

also this is a complete side note but i think this concept would be especially interesting with wrio since he’s always in the fortress or meropide, seeing people who have done wrong everyday in the fairly normal system (by jail standards) they have down there

guilt | wriothesley x reader

OH GOD THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR A WHILE NOW IM SO SORRY MY NOTIFS ARE ALWAYS FILLED UP AND I DONT SEE ASKS ANYMOREEE T-T

angst w fluff at the end, soft!wrio, he’s comforting youu, gets a bit suggestive at the end, no pronouns used but reader is referred to as ‘my love’ and ‘princess’

it’s nothing to be concerned about really, if you were a criminal and probably rotting in the fortress of meropide for— archons knows how long, you would’ve just let your conscience be the death of you.

but you aren’t! your not sitting around and laying in the fortress of doom meropide, thank the archons.

though you can’t help but think if the seven are laughing at you, quite literally. your state isn’t so stable as it seems..

wriothesley, your partner, had called sigewinne ages ago to check on your health status. although it was all negative, the tests, the results, the examinations, all negative.

there wasn’t anything wrong with you, so why is there an aching pain in your stomach whenever your brain just relapses back to the past, the time where you had done such unforgiving sins, you couldn’t even do a whole statement word for word on what you had done to those poor victims.

one of them, someone special to you. someone special that you had lost because of your own carelessness, someone you had lost because you were being selfish, someone who you wished to cherish for a lifetime— though fate is mocking you unfortunately.

and the pain, the inkling pain deep inside that you cant ignore, it’s annoying. it’s frustrating. it’s … sad.

it’s a pity to see someone like you, a nice person who only wished to improve themselves and hope for a better future. yet it seems celestia didn’t approve.

your longtime partner, wriothesley, had been worried for you. ever since you met, you were always dozing off, not focusing, you looked uncomfortable yet he couldn’t pinpoint what was actually wrong.

it was starting to piss him off, really. the way you doze off when he talks to you, when you two spend time together and your too busy in your own little world to pay attention to him.

wriothesley had decided to sit you down, like what any partner would do when they encounter a misunderstanding or a mishap. communication is key after all.

he couldn’t ever forget the look on your face, the day where you looked at him with such pitiful eyes and regretful ones while he just stared back at you with a stern look.

he feels pity, wriothesley feels pity. someone like him shouldn’t, so what is this he feels?

“tell me what’s been bugging you for months, [name].” wriothesley takes a deep breath, then exhales as you sat there, fidgeting with your fingers. “i didnt get the chance to ask you back then, since it was your privacy after all, hm?” he spoke firmly, his voice laced with curiosity and the tone where he just wants to know the truth.

just tell him, it wouldn’t be so hard. he’s your partner after all, you have every right to tell him so. “[name], i’m doing this to help you. you’re someone extremely precious to me and i can’t help myself just seeing you look so lost.” wriothesley explains, sighing deeply as he waits for your response.

how would he react? he’s the all mighty scary wriothesley after all. he’s known to have less mercy and sympathy on others. why tell? you’ll just embarrass yourself, you thought to yourself.

but you couldn’t. you couldn’t keep a secret, especially towards him. if he was any other people, a stranger, you would’ve kept it till the end of your life. but he’s not just a stranger.

he’s your partner, your loved one, your everything. wriothesley is someone you can trust, someone you care for. is it really worth keeping a secret from him?

you took a deep breath, letting the air get past your nostrils. “i have.. committed alot of unforgettable things in the past, someone like you wouldn’t like. someone like you wouldn’t appreciate.” you confessed, looking down and avoiding your beloved’s longing stare.

wriothesley looks at you, tilting his head in confusion. you? doing things that he couldn’t possibly imagine? “ever since i’ve started to open up a new path to walk on, the guilt in my chest still pains me. it’s almost eating me whole.” you continue.

he smiles at you, not a happy smile, a faint sad smile. he’s quite joyful about how you were guilty, and not like any other person who wouldnt even feel the slightest bit of empathy to what they’ve done wrong in the past.

this is the [name] he fell inlove with. the honest, confident, firm, one. there was no denying that wriothesley was hopelessly inlove with you. and he finds it lovingly amusing.

“if you regret it, then it’s okay. you don’t have to be in debt of a thing you regret on doing. if you truly feel guilt, then it just means your improving and want to be a better person my love.” he smiles, standing up and walking over to your seat, crouching before you as you were forced to look at him.

wriothesley holds your chin, going up to caress your cheeks coated with a red flush. “it may be your fault or not, but there will always be a way to fight back the sins of the past. you can get through it, i know you can.”

“your the strong and confident lady i love after all, hm?” he says with a grin, which makes your already flustered enough face go even more red.

you smile tenderly as he continues to caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch as you hear him chuckle lowly. wriothesley stands up straight, his hand now on your head as he ruffles your soft and silky hair.

wriothesley smirks, a teasing one. which means he’s probably going to say something just to tease you and to lighten up the mood a bit. “besides, i’m the only one who’s allowed to eat you whole, princess.”

made by @seaadc and @seaadc only !!

laughinf bc i made this at exactly 1am LMFAOO (i’m mentally unstable)

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miokki · 2 months

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# VALENTINE’S WITHIN THE FORTRESS

✰ synopsis: the ways of human love are unstoppable and yet, need work to thrive.

✰ paring: wriothesley x gn!florist!reader

✰ warnings: nothing just fluff

✰ notes: ngl i was supposed to post this yesterday but i had a surgery and only remembered when i woke up. anyway, happy valentines!

all kinds of human life exist within the fortress of meropide, some artists and some of estranged descent. and while all have broken fontainian law to end up under the sea, life goes on. love is no exception to this, whether people might find themselves promising to meet each other on the surface or vowing to live their lives beneath the surface. valentine’s day doesn’t halt within the fortress of meropide either. within the month of february, coupon earning and spending is at its first peak of the year in coupon exchange—people go through all types of thing to both sell goods to those who want to love and to acquire goods for their loved ones.

those with more connections with the surface make a living from it, and those good with their hands receive commissions to make rings, necklaces, bracelets. of course, there are inmates who that can’t afford either and have to get creative or work extremely hard to afford these inflated coupons prices. some years the inflation rate was so high that most ended up with some paper, a pen and some origami hearts. although, a handwritten, heartfelt letter or two can mean more than any sweet or flower—those words could save a life.

this is all information the duke told you. naturally, you hadn’t believed any of it until your boyfriend had actually taken you under a week before valentine’s. you think it’s cute, not the criminals, but the way humans will always find ways to show affection—even in the hardest of conditions and circumstances. it’s reassuring to witness; it ignites hope into one’s heart and a dream to be loved in a humanly way.

that said, valentine’s day is a lot different on the surface and yet all the same meaning. you stare as your bouquets and others sweets and jewellery get sold like their necessities to life due to humans wish to love. at times some wish to love more than they want to live. although, such is a day that can hold absolutely nothing at all if you have no one to love. you can’t say the same, as there is your one wriothesley that you wish to love, though he lives far from your home, your flowers, and your heart. and most of all he lives under the sea in a life protected by bolts and metal barrier. but you both make it work, because what is love if it doesn’t have its own obstacles?

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today you wear a smile. bright and ecstatic as any other lovestruck person as you continue to climb down the fortress of meropide. the heels of your shoes clacking against the hard metal as you made your way down with much more bounce in your step then you’re used to. as you, you who holds a gift from the surface. one that cannot thrive here, or cannot even survive. however, it is your own gift to the duke, wriothesly. and while it does not compare to signify your love, you hope it can at least illustrate the tiniest fraction of it as you hold the gift—wrapped in fontainian newspaper and brown wax paper and tied of with a baby pink bow.

most stare as you travel your way to wriothesly office, staring straight of what’s in the palm of your hand. it’s something of a rare sight down here and you know it. they know it too, yet they’re more than willing to do everything but ask it of you. it’s the duke they’re scared of, not you. it’s the most unlikely of cases that they would be you—you’re not the type of person that would thrive down here, and it’s a worry that your lover might not agree with it.

“wriothesley! my love!” you call out as you skip up the stairs up to his true office, your steps echoing on the curved walls.

when your view meet his frame, your not even all the way up the stairs. yet, your eyes caress his figure, all seriousness lost from his eyes as he drops his pen. his line of sight meets yours a spit second after. it’s only then that you slow down—watching as your boyfriend stands to meet you half way. you end up facing each other near the sofa before he takes you into his embrace,

“you brought me flowers? thank you, darling.” he smiles before placing a kiss on your forehead, which leads you to step back and gift them to him.

“i know it’s little but i’ve order so many flowers over the past week that i had just enough for a tulip and lilac combo.” you say, looking at him as he takes them from you.

wriothesley chuckles, “they’re beautiful, dear. on that thought though, i got something for you too.” he lays a kiss on your temple, giving you a tight squeeze before heading behind his desk against.

you follow suit, yet you find yourself on the other side of his desk while he searches through his drawers. “did you receive stares when you walked over here?” the duke asks while moving his hand inside a drawer. “i always get stares,” you reply, observing as he lowers himself to a drawer lower. he breathes out a nervous laugh. “well i can’t imagine you teleporting into my office, but did you get different stares?”

the flowers.

“well i was holding flowers, it’s not like you can grow them down here,” you joke.

soon as you back down your boyfriend makes a sound of discovery as he opens on of the last drawers in the desk. subsequently, wriothesley lifts himself from his squat, a sense of victory in his eyes as he holds to you a small velvet box.

wait what?

with surprise in your eyes you open the box still in his hand to reveal a ring slotted in the middle of the white cushion.

“is this—”

“oh, sorry i should have said something, i’m not asking you to marry me,” he specifies.

you breathe out in relief, releasing the breath of air you’ve been holding in.

“were you hoping it would be?” the man asks, his voice cracking through the atmosphere.

“i was hoping it wouldn’t be,” you pause, “wait, what i mean was that i don’t want to live a life of this.” you point up.

“could you explain further?” his seriousness returns to his face.

you can’t live a life down here; is what you want to say.

“i—i guess when i think of a marriage with you, i think nuts and bolts and vitamin d deficiency and living down here. and as much as i love you and want to be with you, i can’t do that for myself—i won’t allow it.” you say instead while staring at his desk.

but then you breathe. you look up. he stares back. he smiles.

and then he smirks, taking the ring out of the box, reaching out for your hand, “you’re just like a flower you know,” wriothesley says while you lay you hand into his grasp. “you could survive on the light down yet you need the raw sun to thrive. you need water but not from the sea. now, i may live down here but i would never force you to live a life of this.”

the cold metal slides onto your middle finger and you can finally breathe again.

“thank you, again.” you voice getting giddier as you talk.

your hand moves to his face as you cup the pale skin of his cheek. slowly guiding your love forward, so you can kiss him. first, starting at his left on his left cheek, then his right. the duke’s skin surprisingly soft, before your lips connect with his scar under his eye. and lastly, you push you lips on his pink ones—furthering the kiss when you feel him smile against yours. your other hand sitting on his chest as you pull away. and despite the almost silent tone, you find that wriothesley has printed some words on your lips. which you read to be ‘i love you too’.

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lehguru · 6 months

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RUGBY + GENSHIN IMPACT MEN

how i think genshin men would be like if they were rugby players ft. alhaitham, itto, diluc, wriothesley

info: this is mostly superficial (i won't be talking about positions and things like that), im way too passionate abt this it's basically a non-stop ramble, will do deeper dives into all the regions + more characters later; mentions of physical injuries and things like that – not proofread as always!! (maybe romantic hcs coming later too??)

alhaitham is the brain behind it all. rugby might be a sport that is, for the most part, physical and the biggest men win, but alhaitham makes the impossible, possible. the amount of try's this man have on his career is unmatchable; somehow, he always knows how to bring his team to the try zone and score them those sweet five points. his turquoise eyes are sharp and his quick reactions are even sharper, he can see the best plays in a fraction of a second. even if he isn't one of the biggest in the leg department, he definitely have stronger shoulders and arms than a normal player, giving his tall build a really triangular shape (his shoulders make his tackles a lot more amazing too). not the type to brag or boast about his accomplishments, a low-profile man that usually just appears in the team's official social medias or during matches.

arataki itto is one of the most unique players in the rugby world. he possesses such talent for the sport, he would be quickly recognized as one of the best of his generation – and granted the title of 'oni' ('beefcake' for people closer to him). the only problem was, he often got himself some yellow cards and even red cards; the reasons ranged from foul play to straight up almost starting fights with his opponents or even the referee themselves. whenever he had to wait for the decisions on his yellow cards, he would sit on the side with the biggest and cutest pout on his face. if he is in game, he's a absolute behemoth of a player; his tackles are simply the strongest you could ever get hit by – and there's no 'if' he will tackle you, he will tackle you –, teams often have to make a strategy to hold him down for as long as they can. his muscles are well proportional all over his body, what do i mean by that? as a big man, he have bigger muscles everywhere (every week a new picture of his glutes go viral). not the brightest man on the field, but he is okay with just being the one holding back any attackers or being a battering ram for his team. hates having to kick the ball more than anything, rather have one of his teeth broken (again).

diluc is a exemplary leader. he might not be like alhaitham and have strategies for everything and anything, but diluc brings more physical prowess into the game. he's often seen starting plays by himself, but he doesn't mind to help other people on his team when they have the ball. he might be physically strong, but his forte is his mind; after a lot of work, he managed to be able to stay calm even in the worst situations – one of his craziest games was when he managed to turn a 34-3 difference into a win. in the beginning of his career, his long hair used to get into his way – even in a ponytail –, so he started to braid it and it became part of his image. somehow, he never got a single yellow or red card on his career and the amount of offenses he commited are abnormally low too. he have a strong neck and torso, but he's overall very muscular and he have a healthy layer of fat (yes. im saying he have a little tummy). everyone, from his teammates to opponents, compliment his behavior and actions; even if he needs to tackle and stop people, he is still very polite and he always make sure to help them to get up and make sure they are okay if someone needs to b tended by a medic.

wriothesley is a lot like itto in the physical sense. he's shorter than itto, but he is equally muscular. he have veiny hands and arms; if he didn't play often, his body would be hairy, but he shaves his legs and arms every time he have a match (he trimms his chest hair and his lower abdomen hair too). he have all the characteristics to be the leader of his team, but he settles for being a battering ram so the other less strong players can shine too. he is able to hold two to three men on his own, often being able to run even if they try to bring him down or hold him. wrio is the type of guy whose weaknesses are almost non-existent, but he never brags about being a good player; he said more than once: "'m just doing what I'm supposed to. i don't know how i manage to be good at it too". out of everyone in this list, he's probably the one that got more injuries during his career. his knees are never fully okay, but he somehow still manages to be at his top form all the time. he is often seen with elbow and knee protections even off-games. (don't try to tell him to rest, he won’t listen and just brush it off with a teasing comment and a smirk)

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pynkricee · 4 months

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INNOCENCE

PartOne

“Ah….. so you're the disobedient brat the Chief of Justine has sent to me today..?” I said walking over slowly with my arms crossed, leaning up against the cell.

“Yeah .. so the fuck what?” I could tell from the voice that this was a woman, it was soft and sultry, but I couldn't let that come in between my job and what I was supposed to do. Her hands were tied harshly with rope behind her back and she was covered in thick like, long, dirty brown hoodie with the hood completely covering her face.

I let out a snort from her response. My clothes started to rustle as I moved up against the cell looking down at her. “ How fucking cute! You're playing all tough.. But I can hear you trembling.”

“You can't hear shit.. Wrio..”

I raised an eyebrow, giving you a small glare from my dark blue eyes, I took a step and stood facing you. “ Oh but.. I can.. just from your voice alone. I can hear your breathing speed up, and your heartbeat quicken… You're fucking scared shirtless, aren't you prisoner?”

Your head slightly turned to face me, still laying covered from the shadow that formed from that ratchet hoodie over her head. “Of Who.. You? None of you people scare me. Plus… I have to reason to be here.” You then leaned over facing the other way.

“Oh.. how old of you. But then again, I'm not surprised. Criminals like you tend to be pretty fucking cocky… It's only a matter of time before that arrogance comes crashing all the way down.” I stay quiet for a second, crossing my arms, leaning against the bars.

“I don't care that you're not scared.. However, your heart suggests otherwise. Your pulse quickened right when I got here..And don't even try to deny it.”

I could see you then sneer your face up, turning your head to the other side. “Fuck You…”

I let out a small chuckle, smiling at the shit coming out your mouth. “ Oh, and what's with that swearing? You don't want to hurt my poor feelings, do you now?” Another smile spread across my face as my eyes locked onto you. “You have a bad potty mouth,don't you? Are we getting emotional and angry?”

“No.. maybe because I'm fully human..”

That was enough to make me raise my eyebrows a little bit. “Oh really? And what makes you think that I'm not.. fully human, hm?”

“I can tell you aren't. I've heard about you and what you can do. So… why am I here anyway?” Not once did this woman try to fight or move like she wanted to physically get out of this cell. But I could tell something was going on that I wasn't fully aware of.

I could feel my smug smile spread across my lips.. “Ah.. Yes.. I've heard that my reputation precedes me. You're here because the Chief of Justice decided to put you in my custody until your trial begins. But….There's more. I actually have a proposition for you.”

I heard you let out a small sigh.. “And..What's that?”

I shifted a little, leaning in closer to you. “My proposition is .. Simple, really. I want you to be my assistant. My temporary assistant, if you will….”

“Now.. why the fuck would I do that? You don't know me, or anything about me. You don't know my name or what I even look like as a matter of fact. All you see is a person in front of you covered up and a voice.. a voice you talk to.”

You were right….

“ Well.. That's correct, all I know of you is what I hear from your voice. But do you know.. You don't actually have to show me your face?” I lean in closer, narrowing my eyes to you.. “ You keep that hood up..it hides your identity.. What you look like..Your face. And as such, I can't tell the Chief of Justice about any of this….I promise..”

“But you do need to know my identity if I'm going to be working for you..” The sound of your voice began to become more softer as you spoke to me. Tired like even.

“Hmmm.. That is true. But the thing is..” I leaned back up against the cell.. my cuffs clinging to the metal. “...My proposition isnt intended to be exactly legitimate… It's illegal work. If anyone finds out I could get into a lot of fuckking trouble. So you need to keep everything we do.. quiet and discreet. Understand?”

“I'll do it if…..”

I smile a little knowing you were about to accept my offer. “If…”

“If you let me go in the next week. I'll be your assistant..”

“An interesting demand..But I suppose we can do that. How about seven days instead?”

“Deal..now..” You finally stood turning to me, covered in that hoodie I so desperately wanted to take off. “You need to know what I look like. How about you come through these bars and take a look..”

I jerked my head back as I could feel my face darken for a moment but I quickly covered it up with a smile. “Hmmm.. Fine..If that's what you wish…” I look down at the ground taking a step back. “Now you do realize that I.. I don't know what you could look like.. but I'll trust you aren't too hideous.”

“Who's to say..” You said in a soft sultry voice that caught me off guard.

I took a step closer to you, right up to the bars that divided the both of us. “Ehh.. I'll probably find out soon enough..” Reaching my hands through the bars, I grabbed your hood, pulling it up to get a look at your face.

My eyes widened as my breath hitched...

There stood in front of me.. this.. this caramel toned woman, skin like soft brown ice, hair cut like mine with the same shade, big brown cat-like eyes, petite and from what I could tell curvy? Big pink lips with a beautiful mark by her eye and her lip…

I completely froze up from seeing this. It's not what I expected from you. “...You're….” My lips moved but I couldn't find the words. My eyes darted down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. “...You're..Beautiful..”

You snored from the word that came from my lips, turning your head the other way. Blushing in a deep pink color that changed your whole complexion, as you turned your back to me.

This reaction fucking confuses me as my face darkens for a split second. I then let out a small scoff, tilting my head the other way.

“Now that I've seen your face, perhaps you should put your hood back on, it's distracting.”

“How is it distracting..?”

“I….just look at you…You have a very ..Seductive presence” The words escape my lips, and I had to immediately bite down on my fucking tongue. I had to turn away from you once more. “Sorry, I…I didn't mean to say anything strange..it's nothing.

“It's fine..” You said softly. “I can't really pull my hood up with my hands tied behind my back…”

My eyes snapped back at you as you were right. “I'm sorry. I see.” As you step back to me against the bars, I grab the ropes that bond you and untie them, taking my time, making sure to be careful around you. Once you were free I stepped back with my arms crossed glancing at you raising an eyebrow.

“Now… how about you put that hood back on. For now.. Only I'm allowed to see you. Your identity is still being kept secret.” she then nodded, placing the hood back over her head. “Good .. That's good. Now.. I guess we should talk about what kinds of task I'll need you to do for me. If you're going to be my assistant, you should know what to expect.”

You nodded. Then opened your mouth to speak. “ By the way.. I'm Y/N” My eyes perked up with a surprised expression on my face.

“You're names y/n? I'll keep that in mind.” I look back down, nodding. “Right.. now about what you'll be doing. The task will obviously be of an illegal nature. Stealing, espionage, information gathering.. That sort of thing. Do you think you can do that?”

“I've never done any of that before.” You began to rub your thumbs around the area where the rope was tied around your wrist. “But if that means being free.. so be it.”

My eyes flash in concern when I see the brushes around your wrist. “I don't expect you to be perfect at it.. You'll be learning as you go, really. But since you're with me I'll be there to guide you. And besides..you'll be learning some pretty useful skills..”

“Sure..” You said still rubbing your wrist. I gave your wrist another glance not completely taking my eyes off you. My lips move slightly without saying a word.

“I'm not kidding, this work is risky, and you need to be able to defend yourself.”

“I think I can defend myself just fine.. That's the reason I'm here. Did you not know that?” What did she mean by that?

“Yes, you might be able to handle yourself fine.. but I still want to test your limits. So.why don't we start right now? Step out the cell…”

Using my keys to open the cell I watched you as you stepped out. My eyes followed you outside looking over you for a few seconds. I then walk forward standing in front of you. “Good…Now I want to see how well you can do in close combat. Just keep it simple, I just wanna see what you can do.” I put my hands behind my back waiting for you to make the first move.

Your head was still down as you slowly began to walk towards me as your face darkened. I remain still giving you an expectant gaze as my eyes flashed a little bit with surprise. “....You're actually ganna walk right up to me, huh? That takes braveness, I'll admit…”

At a blink of my eyes, you, this little woman punches me dead in the gut. That hit in the stomach catches me off guard and Iet out a groan, stumbling back a few steps. “W-Woah.. I didn't expect that. You hit harder than I thought. Maybe you're more experienced than I thought..” I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle in surprise from this little person that stood in front of me.

“That's what I told you. I'm not a fighter. I'm in here for having to defend myself.. against assault…”

My eyes widened from you rubbing your wrist again. “Why suddenly all the wrist rubbing? Is it hurting that badly?”

“Yes it does.” Opening your palms, I could see the deep purple bruises that spread over your wrist. I started to frown a bit looking at these hideous marks around your wrist. I then take your wrist gently in my hands as I rub my fingers against the bruises so see how bad they really were. After a few seconds I pull my hands back and my eyes narrow..

“Yeah… I'll have to say you're right. It does look like it hurts.. I'll see if I have something to treat them for you.”

You then froze, looking down to the floor…“You don't have to…this came from the man who assaulted me earlier. He tried to.. you know..”

My eyes widened as I could feel my heart skip a few beats. “H-Hold the fuck on.. What does ‘you know mean? What did he try to do?”

“Rape me..” your hands immediately drop down to your side…

My eyes tightened, my lips tightened. “....That's..That's not..a… such a fucked up thing” I started shaking my head. “I.. I'm sorry this is why I hate men like that. They do stupid shit and don't give a shit how the woman is affected..”

“Yeah I'm here for trying to kill him. Your police officers didn't want to hear the full story..”

My eyes flashed with sudden anger, seeing fucking red for a split second as I started to clench my fist. I had to take a deep breath. “You should have fucking killed him…” I said in a soft tone, hoping you weren't able to hear me.

“Yeah.. I know…” you tilted your back in frustration as your hood slipped off your head exposing this nasty cut on the side of your neck. My eyes flashed again in concern looking right at your neck.

“That's a bad cut y/n…Did that happen..Did that come from him?”

You began reaching your hand by your neck as your small finger traced the gash that ran almost to the center of your throat.

“I.. I guess so I didn't notice it. I was in so much pain I didn't notice..” (The fuck you mean you didn't notice? In that much pain? No.. no. This wasn't good. )

“That's not good, we need to clean that up right away and get it bandaged ASAP.” I walk towards you, grabbing the keys from my back pocket. “I..You… I need to get you to the infirmary at least for a check up. You've been hurt too badly for me to fucking ignore. Come on, we need to go.” I reach out to grab your wrist, pulling you with me but I feel the movement of you jerking away. (Fuck your wrist) “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

“It's…. It's okay. I'll follow you.”

My expression started to soften a little bit as I nod and a small smile appeared on my lips. I turn, walking down the hallway motioning you to follow me. “Well.. you can follow me, but you'll need to go on blind faith. I'll be taking you to the “infirmary” which is basically a small, hidden clinic in this building of mine that use for unofficial treatments….”

You slightly nodded following me your head somewhat down. I felt for you.. I don't know why.. but I was this feeling I couldn't get over. It was frustrating.

I lead you down several hallways, leading you down a staircase then another corridor. It's quite a maze to get to where I'm leading you, but it's clear to you that I know the way. Finally after a few minutes of walking, I open a door at the very back of the building, revealing a small clinic. “We're here..Go on in. I have to make sure no one sees us, so just stay behind the curtain until I come in.

You nodded obeying my commands as I waited for you to go behind the curtain, a small smile on my face.

“Alright.. I'm here. You can take that hood off now…”

“Are you sure?”

I nod as my smile grows slightly. “Yes, I am. You've got nothing to fear. I'm here, right here, you're safe.” I then look down at you. “Besides I'd like to look at your face..You've been hiding it just enough now.”

Taking the hood off, you looked into my eyes, your eyes locking with mine as I could see your reflection flickering within them. A small gasp escapes from my lips . My eyes run all over your features, taking everything in all at once.

Out of nowhere you suddenly jerk in pain. There had to something else wrong that I haven't seen yet?

I put my hand on on your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Y/n..I can tell you've been through a lot already. Don't worry, well you patched up and fixed right away… okay?”

“You're okay with doing this?” I could tell from the shaking in your voice, you were nervous, but I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I pause for a minute and nod.

“Yes. I am. I have all the medical knowledge to patch you up..And the technology too. Though the process will be a bit….painful. If the gash is too deep, we may need to use a needle and thread to sow it up. But I'm sure I can handle that. You'll be fine.”

“You do know, I'll have to remove this hoodie all the way right?”

I raised an eyebrow as I started to smile a bit.

“You're going to remove the hoodie all the way regardless because I have to see your entire body right?”I could see you starting to blush from the seriousness in the tone in my voice.

“Ye..Yes..I know.”

The sudden quietness catches me off guard as I look at you in concern. “Are.. are you okay? You sound.. kinda.. scared?”

“Of what…?”

“I dunno.. Your tone just changed to being .. A little bit quiet. It seemed like you were kinda.. Afraid? Maybe?”

“No..I'm okay.” With those words you started to slowly take your hoodie off. You didn't have anything underneath but the pants that hugged your hips and your socks and shoes. You sat there in front of my eyes top less. My eyes became serious, as I noticed the wounds that were all over your body hidden from that hoodie.

“God Damnit… How many fucking cuts do you have y/n? What the hell happened?” I could feel nothing but anger. Pure fucking rage. It was clear on my face and you could see it.

“I… I told you what happened?” Grabbing your hoodie, you tried to cover your breast with embarrassment. I wanted to snatch that shit away from you but I couldn't startle you like that.

My teeth started to clench watching you trying to cover yourself up. “I don't want you covering yourself! I have to see everything. I know you were assaulted, but I have to know how bad it is, you hear me??”

You started biting your bottom lip as your arms finally started dropping down to your sides. Freeing that hoodie from the front of your chest.

“Damn it…Your chest is in even worse condition..”

Locking my eyes with yours I could see you clenching your teeth as you looked away from me with tears starting to whelp in your eyes as they streamed down your face. I reached forward grasping your chin, raising your head back towards mine face. My expression softened as I also had a look of concern in my eyes. “Hey…Look at me..”

As your gaze meets mine, I gently wipe the tears away from your eyes with my thumb.. “It's okay.. I can help you.. I can fix this. Don't worry, I'll take care of you….” I then held your face gently, running my fingers across your cheeks and down your neck. “Look… I know you've been through a lot.. But I'll help you recover. I promise..y/n..”

You tried your best to hold in your tears, as your breathing started to become heavy. “...okay..” that one soft word that finally came off your lips.

I smiled softly, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as I took in how sweet your eyes look. I caressed your face, gently rubbing my fingers on your jaw and your neck. My touch, soft and tender on your skin. “I promise you… I'll take care of you. You'll get better, and you'll see, everything will be okay…”

“Th..you.. thank you Wrio..” The slight cracking in your voice made me want to hold you closer.

My eyes snapped open as you said my name. Your voice sounded so sweet when you said it. I could feel myself blushing but I didn't know how much. How could someone I barely knew have this kind of effect on me?

“No problem..” I said smiling as my hand moved down your chest, my fingers running up and down your neck, this time the base of your neck. Your eyes closed from my touch as you bit your lips, as I could feel you shiver. Your nipples gradually getting harder and harder by the second.

My face flashed with shock as I hid it well. I can see you clearly like my touch as my fingers running up and down your neck had you feeling good in a much less innocent way. I smiled as I ran my fingers down the length of your shoulders and down your arms. My fingers moving slowly up and down your forearms. Your body started to twitch from my movements, as I stared at your soft lips. A small smile started to creep up in the corners of my mouth.

“You're getting flustered…”

Opening your eyes, you looked at me with this hypnotizing gaze that I couldn't break. My face softens again as I smile lifting your head back towards my eyes again. My eyes moving back down your neck as I continue the same actions as before, starting slowly massaging your neck with my fingers.

“Wh..what are you doing…Wrio? You ask as your body slightly jumps.

“Hm? I'm just massaging your neck…” I smile softly, my fingers still caressing your neck. The way your breath hitches slightly and your hand starts to squeeze mine, is making my heart pound out of my chest.

What was I doing? Why am I doing this to you..?

Your eyes still closed from my touch, your breathing starts to shake. “Is.. is the cut on my neck .. really deep?” I could hear the panting in your voice. But your words snapped me back to reality dn my fingers stopped abruptly as I looked at your chin then your neck again. The cut was pretty serious.

“Um….Actually, this cut on your neck is much deeper than I originally thought…. We should really get this bandaged quickly. Let me check through the first aid box for a second…”

What was I doing… what the hell am I thinking…what are you doing to me y/n..?

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nariism · 7 months

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you're mad at him.

you're mad at him and he knows it. you've been giving wriothesley the silent treatment ever since you arrived at the fortress of meropide, bandages in hand and a flurry of curses erupting nonstop from your mouth.

not a single word has been uttered between you since you sat him down in his office. despite refusing to speak to him, much less look him in the eye, you're dutifully bandaging up his raw knuckles like you remember sigewinne showing you back when she decided to go on vacation.

"it's very easy," her voice rings in your ears. you bite your tongue to prevent yourself from snarking back at her imaginary presence.

you only hoped she was enjoying herself up on the surface, accompanying neuvillette for the first time in ages. while she absolutely did deserve a vacation, you wished that she had given wriothesley a stern set of instructions to take care of himself in her absence.

if she did, maybe you wouldn't have had to come all the way down here just to witness him in such a state. your poor heart can't take this kind of worry.

the warden has come out the pankration the most unscathed, only sporting a split lip and bloody nose. his knuckles are red and cut, but it's nothing in comparison to the two inmates who had decided it was a good idea to incite a riot in what should be a controlled environment of the prison.

physically, he's fine. emotionally, he's having a complete meltdown.

he can't take this silence anymore; can't bear having you be upset with him, knowing that he should have been more careful about rushing in to stop the riot himself. the prison is crawling with guards for a reason, yet in his haste he decided it would be faster to intervene alone.

"hey," wriothesley calls out softly, timid despite his looming presence over you. "i didn't mean to worry you or–"

"why can't you be more careful?" you suddenly interrupt, voice cracking weakly. you gaze up from where you're kneeling on the floor, bandages halting in the air while you challenge him with your eyes. "don't you know how stupid and reckless that was?"

he holds your stare for a few moments, stunned by your sudden rebuttal. and then you tear your eyes away from his again, focusing back on tenderly wrapping up his hand.

"you always make me so worried staying down here day and night," you continue, voice so quiet he can barely make out your words.

"i'm sorry," he tells you earnestly.

"i know you're strong. i know it. but you're not invincible. would it kill you to cherish your life a little more?"

"i'm sorry," he says again.

you falter, a sigh escaping you as you peer up at him again. there's something softer in the way you look at him now, with all your frustration melting away into concern. you rummage through your bag for a wet wipe before standing to cradle his face.

wriothesley can't breathe when you're being so gentle with him. his hands find your waist and squeeze it to draw you even closer, until he can almost rest his head against your stomach.

"i love you," you finally tell him, and he feels the relief wash over him. "i can't stand seeing you hurt, so please be more careful."

you swipe the cloth under his nose a few times, gently dabbing at the skin and cleaning up the blood that has dried there. his steely eyes drift shut under your warm touch, allowing you to clean his face. when he only nods in response, your hand stops.

"promise me."

he looks at you again, a brow raised at your stern tone. but he would always relent to you, no matter what it is you wanted.

"i promise."

you blink down at him for a second, taking in how beautiful he is underneath his bloody nose. finally, you lean down to kiss the top of his head— a gesture of forgiveness and love that he's grown so accustomed to.

there's sunshine in your smile when you pull away from him to discard the used wipe, all previous signs of anguish gone from your expression.

his heart nearly stops at the sight.

you were right. he should cherish himself more. he can't stand seeing you fret over him even if it is a little endearing.

for now, he'll just enjoy having you take care of him. it's been so long since he returned to the surface, all he wants to do right now is bask in the light you bring down here with you.

"oh nurse," he teases, giving your hips another squeeze. "my lip got busted, too. got a remedy?"

you roll your eyes but press a kiss to his lips anyways.

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wrayah · 2 months

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wriothesley x fem!reader

prompt: An overworked Writohesley finally accepts to get an assitant to help him around. Work begins to become smoother thanks to you, however you also make things harder for Wriothesley thanks to your innocent seductiveness. A small clothing mishap becomes the perfect moment for Writohesley to solve the throbbing problem in his pants.

notes: HERE IT IS THE (somewhat) SEX CRAZED WRIO I PROMISED YOU ALL !! can you guys tell i'm obsessed with this man ?? now please ask me for other characters i have no idea what to write now ( ;´ - `;)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), dom!wrio, pet names, penetration, oral, no protection, ejaculation, curse words, handcuffs, overstimulation (kinda?)

Wriothesley wasn't very fond of the idea of hiring an assistant, he could handle his work all by himself, he had been doing it for a while and could keep going that way. He simply couldn't comprehend why Sigewinne was so insistent, why she kept nagging him and telling him he should get help.

"'You really should consider it!" Sigewinne scolded Writohesley from her seat across from him, her tiny hands holding a cup of warm tea. "As the head and only nurse of the Fortress, it is my duty to take care of the people who work here, and that includes you!"

He chuckled at her puffed cheeks, she looked adorable when she was mad, and it was a challenge to take her seriously sometimes. He sipped his tea before looking at her, smiling.

"I'm okay, you don't need to worry. I don't need help-"

"Yes, you do! I can clearly see that you are extremely tired, and I have caught you working way past time lately!" She interrupted him, her tone stern but also caring. She looked at him in the eyes, dead serious. "How long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?"

His eyebags wouldn't let him lie his way out of this one, he couldn't actually remember the last time he went to bed and woke up feeling replenished. He frowned and looked down, having no answer to Sigewinne's question.

She scoffed at his reaction, closing her eyes and sipping her tea. She then placed her cup down, looked back up at him, and smiled. "Now that we've reached an agreement, I'll ask the guards to put up the flyers."

Writohesley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. "Fine."

And that's how you got into the Fortress of Meropide as Wriothesley's assistant.

You had been working as the Duke's assistant for a few weeks now, helping him handle paperwork, running errands for him around the fortress, and on the surface, basically helping and doing everything and anything to make things a bit easier for him. It wasn't all that hard, a bit hectic but you actually enjoyed what you were doing.

Your presence had completely changed Wriothesley's routine, he was now able to finish his paperwork in time every day and got to sleep correctly again. Sigewinne had teased him continuously about how he was doing better now thanks to her idea, and he couldn't help but admit that she was right, he did need help.

On top of allowing him to get back on his feet and feel alive again, it was an actual pleasure to have you around. He was reluctant at the idea of an assistant at first, he got to know you however with time and was actually not disappointed. You were a smart and gentle individual, always ready to help and accomplish tasks with a smile on your face, even the tedious ones. Whenever you had free time, you would bring him tea along with some sweets, which he highly appreciated. This imposed a timeout on him, which wasn't actually so bad. He enjoyed chatting with you, whether it was about work or whatever else.

Everything was going well, except for one thing. Everything was great, everything you did was perfect. You were perfect.

Writohesley couldn't keep his eyes off of you at times. Generally, he thought you were beautiful, your smile melted his heart, the way your cheeks reddened whenever you stammered or were unsure softened him, and the way you dressed pleased him, especially when you wore somewhat revealing clothing- shit.

It was hard for him to keep focus on work at times because of you, but forced himself to stay put. He could handle the situation well, but it was challenging at times.

On hotter days, like today, you would wear skirts without tights, leaving your thighs exposed for Writohesley to admire. Your skin looked so soft, and the way they looked when you sat made him want to dig his fingers into them so badly.

He could handle admiring your form, it wasn't the first time he had seen a beautiful woman in his life, he just had to put in a little more effort to stay focused.

He did almost lose his mind at one point though.

He was reading a dossier, holding it with his right hand and toying with his handcuffs with the other, spinning them around. He looked up at you once he was done to give you a new order but he caught you looking intently at his handcuffs, a light blush on your cheeks. Once you noticed his gaze, your eyes darted to his and you lightly cleared your throat, cheeks brightening. Oh, the dirty things that must have been going through your mind.

Ever since then, those same dirty fantasies have invaded Writohesley's mind, making his work, as well as something else, harder. All he could think of was cuffing you up and manhandling you.

He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. Focus, Wrio, you need to finish this by noon.

"Is everything alright, sir?" You enquired, sitting across from him also handling a report file.

He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours. Your gaze was caring, worried, and so sweet.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, could you get me some iced tea, please?" He needed something to soothe him as well as the growing heat in his pants.

"Of course!" You replied, a big smile on your face. You got up immediately and turned to make your way out of his office. You accidentally bumped some files on his desk in the process though, papers falling to the ground before you.

"I'm so, so sorry! I'll-I'll gather everything!" You stammered, bending down to pick up every loose paper and file, unintentionally flashing Writohesley while doing so.

He could see everything, the back of your exposed upper thighs, your beautifully shaped ass, your laced panties-covered crotch. Oh Archons, how could he keep his composure before such a sight?

Wriothesley cleared his throat again, this time to grab your attention. You squeaked, stood up, and spun around quickly, a messy pile of papers in hand. You were expecting to be scolded for your idiocy. You gulped as you looked into his darkening eyes, his face was deadly serious. You were done for.

"Don't think that what you just did is, let's say, inappropriate?" He questioned, a slight smirk emerging. Your terrified expression turned into a confused one, which he chuckled at. You weren't even aware of what you were doing to him, how cute.

"Your skirt is quite short you know, you should have kneeled down instead." Your eyes widened, realising what had just happened. You frowned and looked down, face becoming as red as a tomato. You placed your hands behind you, covering your behind with the papers.

"I-I'm sorry! I-... I didn't intend to give such a view..." You were so embarrassed you were barely able to pronounce the last part. You sighed ashamed. You wanted to dive into the deepest parts of the sea and stay there.

Toying with you was fun. "You know, it's not the first time your clothes have bothered me. To be fair, you sometimes dress quite inappropriately for work." He took out his handcuffs and began playing with them like last time, catching your attention once again. He grinned, canines showing. "Don't you think that, as your boss, I should reprimand you?"

You bit your lip, intrusive thoughts clouding your mind. That didn't go unnoticed, it only made his smirk grow wider.

"Go on, finish cleaning your mess up." He instructed, eyeing the rest of the papers on the floor. You did as told, kneeling down this time.

He got up from his chair as you placed the paper mountain on his desk. You watched carefully as he came up behind you, you didn't dare to turn around though.

"Hands behind your back."

"H-huh?" You turned your head to look at him, his frame hovering over yours, eyeing you down.

He cocked his eyebrow. "Want me to repeat? Hands behind your back." His voice was stern, he was doing his best to hide his lust.

You did as told, and soon enough you felt the cold feeling of metal around your wrists. He had handcuffed you. You choked a little on your breath, not expecting this to happen. Your darkest fantasies were coming to life, but you couldn't let your mind get the best of you, you were already embarrassed enough.

"You see, being naughty like that isn't very nice, you've been making things hard for me lately." He placed your hands on his clothed dick as he spoke, rubbing against them. Your breathing was shaky, and his pants felt so tight against him, that you couldn't help but imagine what he was hiding underneath.

"Since you're to help me, I thought you could also help me with this." He pressed his dick against your hands once more, letting out a shaky grunt. "Will ya?"

You nodded timidly, still not believing what was happening. "Good. Come on now."

He leads you back towards his desk as if he were leading a prisoner. Being treated this way was making you feel hot and bothered, but you loved it. He put his hands on your shoulders and with slight pressure instructed you to kneel down before his chair, which he would sit on soon after. He began undoing his belt, his pants coming soon after, all the while being attentively observed by you. He chuckled as he saw your big eyes look at his shielded cock, mouth agape with impatience. He finally slid his bottoms down a little, revealing his girthy dick to you, tip slightly swollen and shimmering with precum. You bit your lip at the sight, mouth-watering. He was so close, it was so close.

His hand came to caress your cheek tenderly. "Open your mouth for me, baby. Tongue out."

You opened up, tongue sliding out. You looked up at him, waiting for his next command. His hand travelled up to your hair, grabbing a handful lightly, before tugging your head down towards his dick.

As your tongue finally met his throbbing tip, you flicked it against it, tasting him. Salty but tasty. You began licking his tip, tongue swirling around it, pressing against his slit, doing all you can to take in all of that sweet precum. Wriothesley moaned lowly above you, hand caressing your hair now, encouraging you, praising you.

"Come on, don't be shy, take me in." Your mouth wraps around his wet tip, making its way down slowly. He was thick, but there was so much saliva that you were easily able to swallow him whole on the first way down, making him curse under his breath. You began slowly bobbing your head up and down, tongue against the underside of his dick.

"That's good baby, keep going." It felt so good he couldn't help but let his head fall back, breathy moans and curses leaving his lips as he tugged on your hair, instructing you to pick up the pace. You were doing your very best to go fast, but he was so big and your mouth so small that your cheeks began to hurt and so your pace began to falter.

He looked back down at you with glazy eyes, only to be met with lustful eyes looking back up at him, your mouth around his dick, drool dripping down from it. Fuck. The sight made something snap inside of him, it made him feral.

He got up from his chair, standing up before you, making sure your mouth never left his dick. You let out surprised noises around his cock, making him groan from the vibrations. He placed both his hands on your hair, gripping it hard enough to keep your head still and thrust into your mouth. You moaned around him with each thrust, both from pleasure and from slight pain, but mostly from pleasure.

"Look at me, baby." His husky voice sent electric shocks all day down to your core, making your thighs squeeze together. You looked up at him, the mere sight of his expression being almost enough to make you cream.

You look at him, tears in the corners of your eyes, cheeks red, drool all over, was enough to send him over the edge. He buried himself deep within your mouth and, with a loud groan, his cum sprung out onto your throat and into your mouth.

"Fuck." He panted, thrusting slowly to get every single last drop of his cum out before sliding out.

He grinned as he saw your puffed-out cheeks, your mouth filled with cum. He put his hand on your chin, grabbing it gently. "Swallow. All of it."

Your eyes widened at the command yet you swallowed the thick liquid without hesitation, small tears coming up from how weird it felt when it slid down your throat. He grinned and patted your head. "Good girl."

He picked you up from the floor with ease, making you gasp. He placed you down, feet on the floor, facing his desk, your legs against it. Your hands were still bound behind you, and your wrists started to ache a bit. He pressed up against your back, hands grabbing at your hips as he nuzzled your neck, taking in your fragrance. You tilted your head to the side, giving him enough room to pamper your neck with kisses. He licked long slow strips along your veins. You moaned, your core growing warmer with every passing second.

You felt something hard poke your hands, he was still hard. Mustering up some courage, you grabbed his cock with both your hands, it fits perfectly between them. You started pumping it, long slow, and sloppy strokes. He groaned against your neck, biting down hard. You both moaned and groaned, you from his sucking and biting on your neck, him from you pumping his dick.

He suddenly pulled his hips away, freeing his length from your heavenly grip. One of his hands went to your back, pushing your upper body downward against the table. "Stay there."

"Yes, sir." You whispered, body engulfed in pleasure.

He bent down, face in front of your clothed crotch. He pressed his nose against your wet panties. Oh, you smelled intoxicating. He pulled your panties and skirt down, the cold air of the room hitting your hot pussy suddenly, making you shiver.

Writohesley licked his lips as he admired you in all of your glory, folds glistening from how excited you were. He leaned forward, placing both his hands on your thighs, and lay his tongue flat on your pussy, licking slowly up.

"Mh, you taste so fucking good." He groaned against your folds, suckling on your sensitive bud. You were becoming a mess, unable to control the sounds leaving your body as he lapped at your wet pussy. You almost screamed when his teeth grazed your clit.

He suddenly got up, spanking you with one hand as he did. "Quiet down, will ya. Do you want everyone in the Fortress to know you were being bad? Do you want everyone to know that your boss is punishing you?"

You shook your head no frantically, going to bite your lower lip in order to keep quiet, but he placed one of his hands on your mouth all the way from behind. With his other hand, he pumped his length a few times before lining it up to your entrance, his tip getting wet as he pressed against you. He pushed inside you, not letting a single second go to waste. He needed you. Your moan was muffled by his strong hand, eyes rolling back. He was filling you up so well, touching your cervix with his tip with the first push. His other hand was on the handcuffs, holding them tight to keep you in place. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his head inside, and then snapped his hips forward, pushing back in violently.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He whispered into your ear. Your little screams were silenced by his hand, he repeated the same movement over and over again, until you could barely hold yourself up, your legs trembling. His low grunts and your muffled sounds filled the room along with the wet obscene sounds your cunt was making with each thrust.

His grip on your mouth and chains suddenly tightened, his pace picking up. He was practically fucking you into his desk right now, each thrust more powerful than the last. You were barely keeping yourself together, drooling into his hand, eyes barely open, cheeks flushed; you were a mess beneath him, and he loved seeing you like this. With each thrust, he stroke all the good spots, making you come undone rapidly. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him drove him crazy, he wanted more of it, more, more.

“Look at your tiny cunt, hugging my dick so tightly. Are you coming for me, princess?” You could only moan and groan in response, making him chuckle at your condition. He kept going, his pace never slowing down, milking your pussy of its juices.

After the second wave of full blown pleasure washed over you, your legs began to wobble, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore and your knees started to bend. He didn’t let you fall though, he quickly let go of your face and hands and held you up by the hips effortlessly.

“We aren’t done yet babygirl.” The side of your face rested on the desk, your mouth agape, raspy, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Your throat was dry from all the screaming, you surely wouldn’t be able to talk properly afterwards. He pounded into you rapidly, his rhythm becoming sloppier with each passing moment, he was getting close too. For someone who had instructed you to be quiet, he sure was being loud now, but neither of you cared.

“So good, so fucking good for me.” He groaned, leaning forward, placing his forehead on your shoulder. His rapid breathing on your back sent shivers down your spine. You felt another orgasm building up, and you knew Wriothesley was close too.

“Wrio- I’m going to…” You could barely speak, every word you uttered being followed by loud gasps.

“I know, baby, I know. Just wait a little.” He hushed you, gripping your hips with so much strength his knuckles were turning white. After a few more pushes, he was losing it, groaning loudly on your shoulder. “Come for me, y/n. Come!”

You moaned loudly, your third climax hitting you like a truck. Your walls clenched his member, that was the last straw for him. He bit down on your shoulder, moaning as he did so. His cock pushed deep inside you and stopped there. His cum came spurting out into you, the warm and thick liquid filling you up, some even dripping out of you and onto the floor.

After a short while, his teeth finally let go of your flesh and he pulled out slowly, more cum dripping onto the floor as he did so. You opened your eyes as best as you could and looked back hazeley only to find a flushed and panting Wriothesley trying to catch his breath, still holding you up.

He then picked you up and sat you down on the desk, taking a set on his chair afterwards. You both sighed of relief, finally relaxing a bit after that experience.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, then looked at the mark on your shoulder and his smile turned upside down. “Sorry about that.”

You put your hand on your shoulder, massaging it to soothe the stinging pain. “It’s okay, it isn’t too bad.” Your smile made his worries die out.

You started to feel a bit chilly, after all your bottoms were still on the floor. Before moving to dress yourself, a question came to your mind. You looked him in the eyes. “So, should I stop dressing the way I do from now on?”

Writohesley smirks, his head resting on his fist. “I won’t forbid you from dressing the way you want, but you must assume the consequences that will come with it.”

At first, you blush, knowing well what he was referring to, but then you return the smile, answering with a confident tone.

“Oh don’t worry, I will.”

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moraxsthrone · 7 months

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i have not been able to stop thinking about dad bod!wrio since screaming about him in the sisterwife/siblingspouse server last night...

warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. wriothesley x f!reader. 300+ wc. breeding (mention). my first time writing for wrio so please do be gentle.

dad bod!wrio slotting himself between your bare legs, his strong thighs pressing against yours as he guides his fat, leaking tip to your needy hole. you sigh and moan at the stretch, his love handles dimpling under your fingertips as he swears and mutters something about how tight you are.

caging you between his arms - scarred and thick with muscle - he gazes down at you with icy blue eyes, full of equal parts lust and adoration for you as he pushes deeper inside your yielding walls. even after all this time and the changes your body has gone through since bearing his children, he's still just as turned on by you as you are by him.

wrio begins rocking into you, the hair below his navel rubbing deliciously against your clit with every drag of his heavy cock along your walls. he spreads you open with every thrust, breathy whines and quiet grunts filling your bedroom as he fucks you harder. putting one of your ankles on his broad shoulder, wrio rises, holding your thigh against his soft, hairy tummy. he knows your body well by now, knows this position makes you cream for him every time. your muffled whimpers of his name spur him on and he has to hold onto the headboard to keep it from slamming against the wall and waking the children.

"i'm so close...gonna need you to cum for me, babe..." he warns, his moist thighs clapping lewdly against your ass.

as if on command, your orgasm crashes over you, making you cry out your husband's name and paw at his hairy chest and clench around his wet dick.

"fuck, baby...that's it, just like that..." he groans, looking down to watch your swollen pussy lips suck on his creamy cock, the thick patch of black hair at his wide base glistening with your slick. "goddamn, so fucking hot...gonna make me cum so hard~"

wrio hugs your thigh to keep you close as he pounds into you harder, his thrusts becoming shallow and sloppy until the white hot coil deep in his belly snaps and he plunges his cock all the way inside you. he holds himself there as his warm, sticky seed spills from his slit to fill your cervix, secretly hoping it'll take and you'll be full with yet another one of his babies soon.

please consider reblogging if you like. ♡

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risustravelogue · 4 months

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cw. fem!reader

Partly inspired by this post. Damn you Rin /aff

Thinking about Wriothesley telling you to relax on your first night together, because you’re so tense at the thought of his thick cock entering you—no, it’s not gonna fit, it’s too big—even though he has prepared you so much.

You try to let go of the tension, relaxing your hip muscles and spreading your thighs apart for him (it takes everything for him to not go down on you again), and he grips your waist gently, slowly lifting your lower body up. He bends down to kiss you, his hot tip pressing against your entrance.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, and slightly pushes his hips forward. You moan, your breathing quickens at the sensation of his cock bullying its way inside you, slowly but surely spreading your walls apart.

“I can’t… please, I can’t—” you cry, tears rolling down your temple.

“You’re so wet… it’s okay, you can take me,” he shushes, kissing the tears away.

Your back arches as his hips finally snap against yours, your trembling moans and his satisfied groans filling the room.

“There you go… that’s my girl… so good for me,” he coos.

He makes love to you until you’re both spent, bodies tired but satisfied from indulgence—the first of endless nights spent together to come.

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megistusdiary · 4 months

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wrio mains and lovers... kicking feet and giggling. this is so self-indulgent

size kink with wriothesley

dom!wriothesely x smaller sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), size kink (dom>sub), blowjob (+ throat bulge), dacryphilia, a little grinding, obligatory manhandling, power play, fingering (sub receiving), a tiny bit of asphyxiation (mostly just his hand on your throat), missionary, doggy style, messy tbh, praise ♡

"what's the matter, sweetheart?" wriothesley smirks, thighs spread wide as your hands rest atop them. he seems unbothered even with your nails digging into his skin.

his hand trails from the top of your head down your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. his other hand has occupied itself behind your head, keeping your mouth wide open around his cock.

"doing such a good job, baby." he coos, the hand on your cheek going to lightly touch the bulge he's made in your throat. "look so pretty trying to take all of me...is it too much?" he asks, knowing very well you can't talk with the way he holds you firmly on him.

your eyelids flutter shut from slight embarrassment at the way his eyes haven't left you. "hey, don't do that. look at me." he reminds you.

when you finally open your eyes you feel his thumbs gently swiping under your eyes to collect the tears. he allows you to pull away slightly, lips glossy with saliva and slick as you pant, catching your breath.

wriothesley groans at the image of you before him. "aren't you just gorgeous, huh? come here." he pats his lap, but he picks you up himself.

"hold on-" you try to protest, but he sets you down like you weigh nothing at all.

"cute, sweetheart, but i can handle it." he leans forward and kisses your cheek, then your lips, tasting himself on you as his tongue slides over your own.

he mumbles praises in between kisses, his larger hands splayed over your hips as he gently grinds you against his dick, your own wetness rubbing onto him. your hands come to wind themselves around his neck, leaning your head towards his shoulder as you whimper into his ear.

wriothesley sees fit to pick you up again, depositing you onto the bed with a soft thud as he leans over you. he distracts you with his lips on your own while his hand trails down your chest and stomach, gently rubbing your inner thigh, pushing your legs wider apart as he smiles into your mouth.

his fingers slide across your pussy, gathering your slick, teasingly dipping his fingertips in once they're wet enough, just to pull away again.

he slides them back up to swirl around your clit, coating it in wetness as you writhe beneath him while he captures your moans with his lips. he takes his time, sliding his fingers in, spreading your slick until it's across your pussy and onto your thighs.

wriothesley stretches you out, reminding you just how much of a stretch it'll be when you take him. "don't wanna hurt you, baby, just relax." he coos.

"i can take it, come on already!" you huff, but your frustration dissipates when his hand comes to lay over your throat, very lightly squeezing the sides. your moans turn into breathy little whines, gripping his wrist softly as he continues to stretch you open, easing three fingers in and out of you.

he insists it's all to prepare you, though you swear it feels more teasing, the way he crooks his fingers and swipes a thumb over your puffy clit.

when he finally deems you ready, he's gently pushing into you, giving you ample time to adjust. despite all that prep, you still find yourself gripping onto his locks, tugging gently at his hair, then switching to claw at his back.

his breath is warm as he leans down, softly panting against your shoulder, mumbling about how good you feel around him. your eyelids have long since fluttered shut as you grip onto him while he fucks you, legs wrapped around his back, heels digging in.

the noise that you make when he suddenly pulls out is downright pathetic, only to turn surprised when he maneuvers you instead on all fours. he's pushing your back down with one hand to force you into a pretty arch all for him. "so pretty for me." he smiles behind you, easing his tip through your folds teasingly before sliding back in.

he maintains the pressure on your back, sliding up to your head to keep your cheek pressed to the mattress. he watches the way you grip tightly onto the sheets in your fists, listening to every single noise he can draw out from you.

his own head tilts back, a groan escaping him when you tighten around him suddenly when he angles his hips just so, leaving you a whining and whimpering mess. he leans over you, bare chest pressing into your back, grunting lowly into your ear before kissing your neck and cheek over and over.

"so good for me, sweetheart, so good.."

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this has been rotting in my documents since October </3 abandoned kinktober prompt I just couldn't get out of my head :((

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♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡ Wriothesley x Reader - wrio finds you stuck in a wall

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ᵀʰᶦˢ ᴾᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿˢ ᵀʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᴼᶠ ⁻ ᴰᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ|ᴰᵘᵐᵇᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ|ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉ| ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᴰᶦˢᶜʳᵉᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᴵˢ ᴬᵈᵛᶦˢᵉᵈ

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Well, well. What an amusing predicament. Wriothesley certainly didn't expect his morning to turn out so… Interestingly.

The Duke makes his rounds through the Fortress of Metropide twice a day. Once in the morning and again during the young hours of the night, right when the sun sets. Not that its rays could be seen so far down under the surface of the sea, but the sentiment was there. Wriothesely would often be seen passing through the establishment's pleasantries, always making a stop by the inmate sleeping quarters, he ought to have an idea of exactly whom he had in his Fortress.. Right?

He ventures further than the guards are assigned, boots clicking coolly against the metallic flooring, echoing through the high domed ceilings of the holding pods. The Duke makes an effort into personally peeking a look into each isolated cell, sometimes striking up a small conversation with an inmate or two. The man knew all-too-well just how lonesome time in prison was, he could at least acknowledge their existences.

Speaking of, his mind wanders as he approaches a specific cell, isolated and cold - Away from the rest, segregated by the Fortress’ rule of separating cases, depending on their verdict - Wriothesley flitters back to a conversation he held the night before -

- “Now, what's a girl like you doing here in my Fortress?” Wriothesley leans himself upon the bars of your cell. The area was quiet, isolated with little inhabitants, even more so during the day time, while inmates congregated within the public area of the fortress. You jump slightly, whipping around to face him.

“Oh, you know.. Stuff..” You reply, looking a little shameless towards him. He had an inkling that you were up to no good. But he’d bite.

“How’s the Fortress treating you? Despite the whole prison aspect,” He chuckles to himself, earning your own laugh, dancing in his ears.

“It’s.. a little boring in here,” He watches your eyes wander around the cell.

“Well- At least you have that poster there, plenty of fun to stare at, I’m sure.” Wriothesley lets his eyes crinkle. The poster was large, stuck to the wall haphazardly, crooked and torn on one corner. “That thing could cover up anything,” He side comments. He watches your interest pique, head tilting in what he could only describe as thought - A stupid one he thinks.

“I wouldn't try it, you just might escape. I can't have that happen, now can I?” He winks, finally continuing his evening round throughout the section of the fortress.

All of that circles back to the now, as Wriothesley approaches your cell on his morning patrol. Something stirs in his chest, a tickling inkling. He nearly half expects you to have followed his gracious ‘advice’ - If you could even call it that.

Lo and behold, the Duke spots a special individual poking out from the cracked cell wall. Your lower half nearly dangles from the partition, practically on tippy toes, ankles surely close to giving out from the awkward position. The poster from the night before lays perfectly on the floor next to your frame, comically outlining just how bad you had messed up. He nearly chuckles at the sudden jolt of your body as he unlocks the cell door, craning it open with an obnoxious creak.

“Well.. Aren’t you something?” His heavy boots resonate through the near barren cell, echoing as he makes his way towards your predicament.

You helplessly squirm, whining out of your throat as you fruitlessly struggle in your impromptu confines. Wriothesley stares down at you in utter bemusement, his face cracking with an audacious downturned smile; not that you could see his face through the thick prison wall. Poor You. All lodged and stuck.

"Y-Your Grace! It's not what it looks like-" Your voice manages through the wall, a little muffled to the ear. However, Wriothesley was sure you hadn’t even broken into the adjacent room.

"It's exactly what it looks like. Who knew you'd actually try it." He almost laughs. It wasn’t like you were going to go anywhere - Last he checked, the Fontainian Ocean was right outside their door.

“Seemed like a decent idea..” Wriothesley has to strain to hear your mumble.

“We’re far under the water dear.. Or did you forget in your haste?” This time, he makes no effort to stifle his laugh, chuckling out loud when your form visibly slumps - Whether out of embarrassment or defeat - He was thoroughly amused.

“Hmm.. Now, what do we do with you?” Wriothesley teases. He cranes his body, bending his back with purpose, inspecting the damage you had added to the already faulty wall. How you had managed to wiggle your way in this far, he hadn't a clue. Your body noticeably tenses, you make an attempt to find a proper footing, easily failing from the height of the hole.

“P-Please Your Grace- I’ll do anything, really! Anything you want just- please don’t add time for this..”

“You’ll do.. Anything…?” Call him confused, what were you on about?

“Yes, anything- ch-chores? Solitary? I’ll be good I swear, really- Or you could..” You trail off, leaving the Duke to sit with his whirring brain for a moment. “You.. Can take me… Use me how you want- Please~ Y-You’re stressed right? U-Use me.. Do whatever you wanna-” You sounded nearly delirious. Your pretty ass shakes, brushing up against the front of his pants, a feeble attempt to press back into him.

Were you trying to bargain with him? Wriothesley was more than ready to pull you out, maybe give a little slap on the wrist and send you on your merry way. But now? The Duke couldn't help but indulge in the feeling of his pants tightening around his groin. The idea of taking your pretty self, stuck helplessly in the wall. He couldn't refuse your offer, right? Not when you sounded so eager. Not when you begged for him, for his body, for his thick aching cock, threatening to burst the seam of his trousers.

Before he can properly stop himself - Not that he was really going to - Wriothesley finds his hands on the soft swell of your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. You jolt under his touch, footing slipping slightly against the floor that barely brushed against your toes. Wriothesley breathes hard from his nose, hooking his fingers into the cut of your waistband, pulling the fabric over your form. He hears a whimper from beyond the wall.

“Y-Your Grace…The wall..” Your voice wobbles, body tensing against the brush of his hands.

“What? Having second thoughts?” He can’t help but tease you, squishing his fingers into the soft meat of your ass, digging his hands into your half-on pants. You did say anything. You gasp out, voice cracking with muffled little pleas. ‘Never’ you say ‘Want it bad - so bad’.

Your pants come off quickly, thrown to the floor in a crumple. Wriothesley’s hands are on you again, spreading the fat of your ass apart, marvelling at the pretty swell of your pussy hugged against your panties. He watches your plush thighs squish together, rubbing and squirming in his hold, he couldn't tell if you were wiggling away or keening into him. Not that you could go anywhere. The thought irks a chuckle out of Wriothesley. His fingers wander again, caressing over the soft skin of your ass, digging them in and jiggling cheekily. His thumbs slide over and hook into the elastic of your panties, hugging around the thick of your legs. He meanly tugs at the snappy material, pulling it up and taught, forcing the fabric to cling achingly against your cunt. His tongue instinctively pokes from behind his lips, itching to lap at the pretty wet spot that had formed over the fabric.

Wriothesley swallows thickly, eyes locked on your pretty cunt, head swimming with the short, hiccuped whines that cut through the wall. You babble and cry, repeating his title over and over - Your Grace, Your Grace - begging him to just touch. To do anything - Anything.

Your pretty voice gets to him and he finds himself nearly ripping your drenched panties off of you. He pulls them down, leaving them dangling off of your legs, showing off your wet cunt just for him. Gods, he wasn't disappointed. Your pretty pussy peeks from behind the swell of your thighs, already dripping wet, all over yourself. He swears he twitches, breath hissing through his teeth, cold on your core. The sweet jump you make - as best as you could - sends him reeling.

Wriothesley’s thick fingers tentatively poke at your dripping pussy, catching your sweet, dribbly slick on his fingertips. He awes at how it webs between his fingers, how you’d managed to work yourself up with your own babbling. Perhaps the wall aided a little - Showing off your bottom half, on full display just for him to enjoy, your own vision obscured. You wouldn't see anything coming. The thought runs straight to his cock, making itself well known again against the fly of his trousers.

Wriothesley licks against his lips, enamoured at the pretty string of your slick on his fingers, sticking between his digits like a lattice. He needs more. He wastes no time, easily slipping in two of his fingers, knuckle deep right into the doughy swell of your hole. Gods, you felt so soft. Silky to his touch, pussy pretty and plushy and warm. The squeal that muffles through the wall forces him to sink his teeth into his own bottom lip. Toying with you came to him naturally. Ever so easy with you all snug and stuck, silly enough to try and swindle him and escape your commitment to the Fortress.

“W-Wriothesley… your g-grace..” He ignores you, fingers digging into the sweet, supple curve of your cunt. He curls them downward, earning the prettiest, muffled cries through the wall. He releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Wriothesley thrusts his fingers hard. Pressing meanly into the achy swollen bump in your core, getting a kick out of the lewd suckling squelch of your pussy on his fingers. Your poor legs practically give out, ankles going limp, your body holding itself up thanks to the wall hugging your body. Your voice crackles through the cement, whiney and keening, babbling dumb nonsensical begs and pleads to him. Your slick pools against his knuckles, threatening to overturn the snug fit of his rings on his fingers. He can't help but stare, locked in, mind reeling with the way your cunt wrapped around his digits. He couldn't help but wonder just what that pretty little thing would look like, all red and puffy, hugging on his thick cock.

He shamelessly lets out his own groan. Finally managing to remove his fingers, watching in awe as your slick drips off of them, connecting him to you with a thin, dribbly line.

Just a taste…

The thought zaps through his brain, tongue shamelessly poking its way past his teeth, running over his lips with a quick tilt of his head.

Wriothesley wastes no time. Wrapping his lips against your slick cunt, eyes rolling hard into the back of his skull. Fuck. Your taste on his tongue, sweet and tangy, oh so decadently coating his throat. Archons, he laps and suckles, nearly sinking his teeth into the heat of your core, into the puffy swell of your pussy lips. You keen back into him, whining never-ending, absolutely ceaseless, voice managing to pierce through the heavy material of the wall you’d stuck yourself in. That thought charges through his mind again. Poor little you, all stuck and lodged in the wall all for him to play with. The man was sure he would cream in his own pants if he kept up. He barely registers his knees beginning to ache under the heavy pressure of his own body meeting the floor. Since when had he managed to sink down? Finding his hands back on your plushy ass cheeks? Chin dribbling slobber and slick, sticking wetly to the scratchy stubble shadowing over his face? He couldn't take it anymore.

Wriothesley stands with a start, ignoring the stiff crack of his knees in favour of unbuckling his godforsaken pants. His hands are clumsy, large palms pawing at the metal of his trousers, his belt suddenly too intricate for his rough, fervent body to figure out - Not with how his mind reels, with the sight of you stuck in the wall, pretty pussy drooling, on display all for him. He barely shoves his pants to his thighs, the material wrapping around his legs in a mess. His cock weeps as it's free, slapping up into his stomach, heavy balls hanging over the waist of his trousers. He leaks beads of sticky pre, messing up the surface of his dress shirt. Wriothesley groans out loud, hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, squeezing it up and down to ease the hot tension pulsing through his thick cock vein.

He was sure you heard the cold clink of his belt, the only inkling of what was to come for you. He can't help but jerk his length off to the sight of you, shamelessly stalling just to mess with your head. No matter how much you squirm and beg, crying out as best as you could, stupidly asking for a reply to gather any kind of indication of what he was about to do to you. He stays silent.

Wriothesley meanly slaps his cock over the sticky, wet folds of your achy cunt, he chuckles when you jump again, going absolutely crazy for your every little reaction. Your pussy sounded so pretty on his tip, all wet and sticky as he slapped and rubbed against it. His fat tip slides over your warm, slick folds, craning his hips forward, catching against your sopping hole, earning him the softest gasps from within the wall. Your little jumps all but spur him all the more on.

“M’ not even in yet.. Pussy’s already tryin’ to suck me in,” Wriothesley pokes his tip against your hole, catching it against the warm, supple squeeze of your cunt. He growls through his teeth, head quickly draining of any cohesive decision making. Your babbling continues through the wall, your hips crane up into his own, wiggling and catching back on the thick head of his dick. Gods, that does it. You were insatiable, all stuck waiting for him to come along and ravage your pretty cunt with his cock.

It all urges him to dive in, give your poor cunt no warning for his thick, dribbling cock.

And so he does.

“Fuuuckk” Wriothesley can’t help but groan, finally feeling the sweet swell of your cunt enveloped the fat length of his cock. He has to bite into his thumb, just to slow himself down, let himself relish in the sweet squeeze of your cunt on his cock. Gods the way you wrapped around him, silky soft walls hugging on his length. He can't help but awe at the way your achy pussy squeezed on him, all puffy and sore from neglect. His hands find your hips, one of the only parts free from the wall.

“Your Grace~.. So big- so biiig… Filling me up- please please… please” Your silly voice cracks through the wall. Wriothesley digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, purposely lifting your poor legs off of the floor, leveraging your body just for him to use. You squirm in his hold, easily forcing him to grip you tighter.

“Fuck, stay still. Gonna make me go crazy..” Wriothesley finds himself mindlessly rocking his thick cock into your silky cunny, humping his hips against your ass like some kind of dog in rut. Archons, he could get used to this. His own personal little wall slut, always there for him to use and abuse. His eyes roll at the idea, his snapping hard, earning a loud hiccuped cry from within the thick wall. The hot squelch that follows has him nearly drooling, mouth dropped open in a soft frown, eyes locked on to his heavy cock sliding in and out of your dumb cunt. He fucks his hips hard again, cock head smacking into the deepest parts of your pussy.

Wriothesley doesn't remember speeding up. But he sure as hell won't be slowing down - not anytime soon. Your gushy pussy squelches on his cock, dribbling down your thighs, messing all over your poor aching legs. Wriothesley’s fingers keep a hold of your hips, rocking them slightly to meet his brutal pace. He doesn't have to crane his ears to hear your pretty moans, effortlessly reaping through the solid wall, barely muffled by the sheer loudness of your voice.

Fuck, he didn’t care about the noise. Let everyone hear them. What were they going to do about it? What were you going to do about it? About getting all stuck in this wall, going against the Fortress’ protocol? Seducing the Duke of the Meropide, forcing him to fuck your dumb brains out to teach you a lesson? A growl resonates from his throat, hips snapping hard, clapping into the sweet swell of your ass cheeks as he fucks up your cunt.

Wriothesley’s eyes wander, locking down on the sweet jiggle of your ass and the puffy red throb of your cunt on his cock. A heavy breath makes its way through his nose, eyes hyper focused on the pretty, creamy ring around his length as he fucks his hips against you, slowly leaking its way on to his pants. An ache builds in his pelvis, thick vein pulsing on the underside of his cock. Your moans don't stop, legs continuously squirming in his grasp, body stuck in the juncture of your silly wall. He thinks you beg, maybe you scream, crying out for him to keep going, to fill you up to cum hard and deep and mess up your insides.

Wriothesley drops your legs, forcing you to dangle, his hands press into the wall above, grinding his hips upwards, stabbing your pussy impossibly deeper with his length. Sweat beads off of his nose, his calves cramp and ache with every thrust he makes, but Gods, he wasn't going to stop. He finds himself moaning out loud, complementing the pretty noises that creak through the wall. Your pussy hugs on his length, squeezing nice and tight, wrapping around his fat tip every time he slams it back into you.

His teeth grit hard. Eyes still locked on to the messy slide of his length, in and out, in and out. He was coming close. So fucking close.

Wriothesley’s brow scrunches, relishing in the aching squeeze of your messy pussy on his cock. He couldn't take it anymore. The creamy ring he’d fucked out of you, the pretty ripple of your ass on his hips, how juicy and gushy your cunt was on his length. Gods, it was all so much. His hips snap, pace faltering, clapping his hips in heated staccatos, dragging his length out and slamming right back in with a hard smack. You cry with every thrust, silky cunt squeezing on his tip, babbling his name over and over and over.

He finally spills with a deep, hard fuck. His thick tip spurts hot rivulets of cum into your silky pussy. He messes your insides with white, fucking himself through his orgasm, humping up on your cunt, mounting your pussy with his cock. His throat growls with every fuck, sweat beads off of the tip of his nose, he watches his hot spurts leak steadily out of your hole, leaking around the base of his length. He can’t help but nestle right into your cunt, relishing in the sweet squeeze of your milky walls on him, he cranes his hips every so often, teasing his aching tip with your soft insides.

You kick and whine as eventually, he pulls out, dribbling his hot white cum down your thighs.

“No~ need more! More more!” Your muffled voice cries, pitifully wiggling within the hug of the wall, attempting to squirm your way out.

Wriothesley chuckles hotly, eying off the sweet gush of cum that drools out of your puffy pussy. His mouth waters, salivating like a dog. Surely he could take you out of the wall a little later? You’d understand. You’d been a great little wall slut for him so far, so why not indulge for as long as he wanted? Maybe he'd let you cum, spray and mess all over yourself - He could even let you out as a reward.

His finger comes up to caress over your spent hole, scooping up the leaking slick that coated your poor pussy. The cry he earns makes his half-hard cock stiffen, bobbing to life with a flex.

Archons, weren’t you something?

hnnnnnng gg g wrio wooof wOof - my longest fics are always wrio </3

Idk what possessed me to create this- I hope you enjoyed ;3

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