#Wriothesley

[zhongrin]

honey, can you… oh shit wait i forgot we’re not dating (yet)

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✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, non-established relationship, potential secondhand embarrassment, boyfailure neuvillette (/aff)

✼ a/n ┈ zhongrin uploaded 3 weeks in a row?! madness!!! utter madness!!!! /silly i feel like i've been writing too much cutesy/sfw stuff lately.... i want to write 'darker' types of stuff but my brain doesn't seem to want to cooperate ugh pain

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli watches your reaction closely, at first.

when he deduces that you were self-aware of your own oversight and are evidently panicking about it, he gives you a warm chuckle and shakes his head gently, “there is no need to apologize, and please do not feel mortified in any way. it really is fine.”

if you continue to not believe him, the ex-archon will be as patient as ever with his words of reassurances, and he does not mind repeating them until you feel comfortable enough to ask him the real errand that you wished to bestow upon him.

... but not before he gently places a hand to the small of your back to lead you to walk a little closer to him due to the increasing crowd on the streets, his voice a tender caress to your ear, “coming from you, i certainly did not mind the nickname.”

al haitham raises his eyebrows and shuts his book, “what a fascinating blunder. is that how you view our relationship subconsciously? or perhaps it’s an innate desire you’ve chosen to suppress but accidentally slipped out in a moment of unawareness?”

the scholar has the decency to wait for your answer betwixt your embarrassment, but he eventually sighs when you failed to form a coherent answer that satisfied his inquiries.

“you seem to have the impression that i am displeased at your err. i’d like to inform you that your assumption is yet another mistake - which, i would theorize, was made in the rush of the moment as your nervous system kicks into gear, therefore clouding your judgement. i would suggest you take a few moments to reanalyze my stance based on this new information. i’ll wait.”

and with that, he opens his book once more.

.... um.

congratulations, i guess?

wriothesley takes the opportunity and replies with a cheeky, “yes, honey? what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

he relishes in the utter embarrassment that quickly spread across your face that’s akin to water faced with his cryo elemental energy (though secretly he’s also dying inside at the cheesiness of the situation) and throws you a boyish grin before ruffling your hair.

not a man to let an opportunity escape, the duke decides to leverage the moment to take his metaphorical shot and goes immediately for a straight jab, like an experienced boxer that he is, all the while praying to the hydro archon so that this would be yet another match he could flawlessly win, “you know, my schedule’s particularly relaxed today… i wouldn’t mind staying longer if you want to make it a date?”

neuvillette blinks owlishly, his pale cheeks blooming with warmth as the situation starts to sink in. you, the apple of his eye, whom he treasured dearly and had taken great care to court, had just called him with a term of endearment that he had always dreamed of hearing.

wait, was this a dream? his gloved hands quickly found purchase on his blue horns, before he brought his hands in front of his eyes. okay, he had two horns and ten fingers, still. so he must not have daydreamed this. ah- wait, you’re staring at him. oh, now you’re giggling. and now you’re calling him silly. oh, it should be a crime to be so breathtakingー

it’s not until your expression changed into surprise that he realized he had said that thought outloud.

your teasing “if it’s a crime, are you going to put me on trial, monsieur?” elicits a darker blush on his pale cheeks and an awkward cough out of him.

.... this must be how the young ones flirt nowadays.

“perhaps after a proper date? if it’s not impertinent of me, may i be allowed to take you out on dinner tonight?”

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈

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[ohnogodpls]

Splish Splash

Transcribed: ["Yeah! That should be the end of them!"

"Allow me, Your Grace" "Stay still please :)"

"Appreciated."

[lyss-sketchbox]

My favourite trope ever is a character's magic/power being affected by their emotions

Dude would have cryo crackling right beneath his skin whenever he's genuinely pissed and he huffs out cold snowy clouds change my mind

[redthemarten]

A healer, but with a gun.

[arsonistbf]

╾━╤デ╦︻ TO THE MOON AND BACK

wriothesley 〥 afab reader ₊ 𓂃 mdni. size kink, service dom wrio, fluff, dacryphilia, praise ⸻ ❪ 393 wc ❫

size kink with wriothesley goes absolutely fucking insane !!

you don't even need to have a specific body type, that man will just make it his dead set mission to manhandle you and fuck you in every position possible.

he's just so proportionally bigger compared to you that feeling tiny under him when he fucks his cock deep into your cunt, comes naturally without warning. but i only think this in a way where he's talking you through it―very, very obverse to how rough he's playing with your insides, he will never degrade you. even if you asked him to.

it just doesn't turn him on.

he doesn't like seeing you cry either, but when its because of the pleasure he's giving you in bed? oh boy, does it do things to him. he can't quite describe it, but when you get cock drunk and a little bit ditzy, it boosts his ego.

he'll always ask if you're comfortable in the set position, or if anything is hurting, down there. his words are as gentle as a lamb, and when it comes to you, he's extremely sexually reserved. he won't touch you inappropriately out in public, make sex jokes around your friends, or even go ahead without any type of consent.

but when you give him that signal where everything is okay and you are comfortable, be prepared not to walk for, generousslly, for maybe a week.

it can sometimes be a struggle keeping up with him during sex, though. i wouldn't necessarily say that his libido is high, per se, because majority of the time his work keeps him occupied when he's not around you. but when he fucks, he likes to fuck hard.

there are also a sprinkle of moments too where he wants to press his forehead to yours, hands intertwined as you ride him slowly, praising you and telling you how good you look, that you're making him feel amazing―he likes to savor these moments for after dates or when he misses you a bit more than usual.

you can tell he's smitten for you, and he gives you all the right reasons to believe it. you don't question where you stand in your relationship with him, despite if the two of you had been away from each other for weeks.

it would probably just end in him breeding you...

[xrenrenx]

[vivalabunbun]

Someone forgot their umbrella, hopefully his coat was enough

[cloudwisp]

Wriothesley falling in love means you being the reason for his smile when he sees you for the first time that day. Even if it’s just the tiniest quirk at the corners of his mouth, it’s most definitely there and he’s usually seen in a better mood for the rest of the day. The Head Nurse notices this and after she made a passing comment, he can’t help but catch himself doing it the moment you come into his view and dammit was Sigewinne right about you—you do make him happy, more so than you could ever imagine.

Wriothesley falling in love means he can believe these things you tell him—about himself. You’re by no means naive but you always strive to see the good in people and understand their circumstances. Even when he questions what kind of man he is, you tell him he’s a nice person who looks after everyone beneath his care. Even if he’s got blood on his hands and has his regrets, you tell him it wasn’t really fair that he was pushed into that position in the first place. He still has some reservations about his past, but he appreciates being seen in a different light.

Wriothesley falling in love means he’s always a bit romantic with you. When you mention you miss feeling the sun’s warmth on your face after having to spend most of your time at the Fortress of Meropide to be with him, he plans a small outing in a scenic location to watch the sunrise/sunset together. (And he makes a mental note to take you on dates in the overworld more). When you pretend you’re getting overheated by snuggling too close to him and move away slightly, he pulls you back with purpose and a teasing smirk on his handsome features. “It’ll be cold outside of my embrace. You want to stay here… forever, right?”

Wriothesley falling in love means he’s allowed to be incredibly sappy and a touch playful and say all these sweet things because if there’s one thing he loves most about you—it’s the way you bring out the softness in him and you make it so easy for him to just be himself with you. Even someone like him who hasn’t been dealt the easiest hand in life is deserving of a tender and healing kind of love whether he believes it or not.

[koenigami]

Mechanic!Wriothesley who changes the flat tire on your car while you're perched on top of the large work table in his workshop, a cherry flavored lollipop in your mouth. You study the bulging veins in his forearms as he effortlessly removes the damaged tire before replacing it with a new one. The top of his navy overall is partially unbuttoned, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his thick pecks that rise and fall with each steady breath that he takes.

"You getting bored there?" His suave voice sounds rough, almost a little tired. He must have had a pretty busy day judging by the scattered tools around his usually neat and tidy shop, and the oil stains all over him.

"Nuh-Uh." Not at all. With that view? How could you? With a wet "pop", you pull the candy out of your mouth and point it at him before you resume. "You look like you could use a break though."

"Yeah? That bad, huh?" Wriothesley briefly lifts his head to shoot you a handsome smirk before continuing his work. You stop kicking your legs, and instead decide to cross one over the other, clenching and unclenching your thighs to calm this pulsing need that is slowly spreading in your lower area.

With a satisfied hum, you watch him get up from his crouched position and wipe his dirty hands off his pants before striding towards you. The distinct smell of oil and faded cologne wafts through your nose as he halts in front of you, and you have to control the urge to spread your legs and let him get closer. Let him invade your space until all you can sense is him.

"Never." The word is hushed as it leaves your coloured lips, and you smile instinctively when he lifts one eyebrow in confusion. "You could never look bad, Wriothesley."

One look into those deep pools of blue is enough to let your mind drift over to other horizons. You wonder what he'd look like with a few more buttons unbuttoned, how good he'd look between your thighs, how his tongue would feel on your-

Your breath hitches when he leans down, warm air brushes down the column of your throat, and lower to your bosom until his warmth leaves you. And with him, your lollipop disappears too as you notice the empty fingers that have been tightly clutching the white stem.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you watch him slip your car keys out of his pocket. But instead of tossing them to you, like you had anticipated with disappointment, he makes sure to lock your car and puts them back in his trousers.

"'S not safe to drive with it, 'nd I need to make few more 'sheck ups." Wriothesley explains, mumbling almost incoherently and swallowing syllables with your candy in his mouth. "'S okay if I drop ya' off home?"

The lights are turned off once you give him an approving nod, all while you try to contain the stupid grin on your face. So with a hand on the small of your back, he leads you towards his car and holds the passenger side door open for you.

Until now, the lollipop has already dissolved in Wriothesley's mouth. That’s why when he speaks next, you can understand his words and their implication very clearly when he leans down to murmur into your ear.

"Think I can take a shower at yours?"

[mizurko]

did a thing for twt so i’m reposting it here

[kykiteliya]

It's probably another one _rest there in my arms_ situation

But they both are tired and napping

[mywitchcultblr]

Boothill: WHO MESSIN UP WITH MY FUDGING VOICE MODULATOR NOW I CAN'T FREAKING CURSE YOU SHEEPBAG FUDGING, DAD!—

Wriothesley: Don't look at me, I did nothing

Neuvillette: It was me, your mother

[rileyweb]

testing your new lipstick (on his face)

i want to make some hcs with some characters with this same prompts bc its just too cute

you called your boyfriend as soon as you entered the house, kicking off your shoes to the corner and rushing to the living room with your newest purchase in hand. your excitement didn't allow you to wait for him to come to you, opening the packaging and using your phone as a mirror to apply the lipstick to your lips.

wriothesley appeared a few seconds later, hair tousled, some strands falling in front of his face. he yawned and looked at you, eyes scanning your figure with curiosity as you applied the product. it was obvious he wasn't fully awake as he didn't question when you told him to sit on the couch, obeying and pulling you along.

he smiled when you gave him a peck on the lips, a hand going straight to your hair to mess it up. "you've been gone all afternoon just for this thing? didn't bring me even a little souvenir?" before the duke said anything more, you held his cheeks. "nice color, by the way. it suits you."

"really? glad you liked it." you replied, spinning the tube between your fingers, and then putting it on the coffee table, returning your attention to wriothesley. once again you held his face, leaning in and showering his face with kisses. he let out a chuckle, hands going to your waist. the duke threw his head back, trying to escape your attack.

"what are you doing, hm?" he asked, but you ignored his question, pressing your lips gently against his cheek one last time.

"testing the product." you declared with a mischievous smile, stepping back to admire your artwork; the lipstick marks on his skin. "hm... it's still not enough. i have to test if it's really resistant." your voice had a playful tone as you went back to kissing every part of his face, leaving a trail of colorful marks.

he smiled, surprised by the unexpected playfulness, but soon surrendered to the moment, letting himself be enveloped by the sweetness of your gestures.

"is this your way of retaliation for yesterday's hickeys?" he asked, pulling you into a tight hug, both of you laughing as the lipstick colored his face.

as you laughed together, wriothesley suddenly raised an eyebrow, seeming to notice something unusual.

he brought his hand to his face and touched one of the lipstick marks, but his expression of amusement quickly turned to confusion as he realized the pigment wouldn't come off.

"wait a minute..." he murmured, running his fingers over the mark again, but failing to remove it. "it's not coming off at all."

you raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. "really? how terrible!"

[roughcas]

wrios the typa man who'd take those joke memes you send him seriously

you send him one of those hypnosis texts saying "oo you wanna kiss me and grab me by the waist so bad" damn right he does.

quickly you hear footsteps approaching where you sat at the fortress of merpoide. he instantly follows the instructions, holding u there for much longer than he may need be.

"this is inappropriate!" you asked for it. "i was joking!" be so fr.

he'd kiss you all over drowning you in them, next time think before you hit send

[the-massive-simp]

Suggestion for the smutfic post: what if wriothesley x reader where it's soft dom (but just a little bit mean) gn reader and they use the handcuffs on him. Maybe some tie tugging? I just think that tall buff men need to be bottoms more often.

a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox since 1392 BC, I'm so sorry anon 😭 hope I can make it up to you by feeding you this beefy juicy man

warnings: nsfw. mdni. sub wrio and soft dom reader, tie tugging, slight nipple begging, handcuffing, edging. fem reader.

Wriothesley often overworked himself. You told him multiple times that he needed a break from all his responsibilities, even if it was only a quick nap or some hours off. But no, he always decided to stay all those extra hours in his office, doing stack after stack of never-ending paperwork. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands: you weren't going to stand there and look at your lover destroying himself.

~

"Please princess- ah!" Wriothesley moaned when you bit his nipple, interrupting his words. You looked up at him, relishing the sight of his red ears and cheeks, lips puffy and eyes lidded. This was not what he expected when you came in his office. Nope, getting handcuffed to his chair and tortured by his lover wasn't in his plans, but he couldn't really complain when you started to grind on his growing bulge with your still clothed pussy. He pushed his hips up, trying to get more friction, but you grabbed his tie, which was lying on his bare chest, and pulled his face close to yours. "Be a good boy for me, mh?" You then silenced him with a kiss, while bringing your other hand down to undo his pants and push your panties to the side. You slowly sat on his thick, throbbing cock, almost drinking the sounds your lover made from the pleasure. You rolled your hips and he groaned, throwing his head back. You decided to not waste any more time and began to ride him, occasionally tugging on his tie to pull his face closer to you and lick his lips, his half-lidded eyes clouded with pleasure. His cock soon began to twitch inside of you, and his moans got louder and more frequent. You knew he was getting closer. And that's why you stopped. He looked at you with wide eyes. "Why did you stop? Please baby please-" He tried to thrust up into your pussy but you raised your hips and pushed his down with your free hand before speaking. "You won't cum until you promise you'll take more breaks during work" You grabbed his chin to make him look at you. "Understood?" He groaned as your pussy hovered over his cock. He wanted nothing more than to feel you around his cock again, to fill you up with his cum while you rode him. "Yes- I promise. But now move please sweetheart" You decided to indulge him and sunk back on his cock, expertly riding him until he cummed. His cock twitched inside of you before spurting thick white ropes as you kept moving. When his legs started to twitch from overstimulation, he tried to bring his hands up to your hips to make you stay still but he was still cuffed. "Give me a moment princess-" You shut him up with a kiss before whispering: "I think you still have too much stress in you... but don't worry, I'll help you". Wriothesley often overworked himself. But thankfully his sweet lover was always there to help him relieve some stress<3

[nemoys]

sigewinne charging up her ult shot like wriothesely charges up his punch, and sigewinne blasting hydro bubbles like neuvillette blasts his water canon. dear god she really is their child