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wriothesleybear · 12 days ago
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DR RATIO - Piece of Cake
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wriothesleybear · 12 days ago
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MYDEI & CIPHER - Piece of Cake
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wriothesleybear · 18 days ago
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💜🤍🩷
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wriothesleybear · 21 days ago
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The leaks about his gameplay are insane!😳
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wriothesleybear · 23 days ago
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The first time you moan into Moze’s mouth between kisses he apologises like he’s done something wrong.
He doesn’t mean to get carried away. It’s quite unlike him. But when your lips feel so soft pressed against his and your nails are trailing along the muscles in his shoulders it’s hard for him not to.
It’s too easy actually. Easy for Moze to flip you beneath him as he presses himself between your thighs and it’s so quickly the way you heed his silent request to wrap them around his hips. Your heels dig into his lower back and he leans down more of his weight on top of you. Enough in itself to steal your breath in the best way.
But he still doesn’t break from you. He twists himself into the press of your lips and his fingers squeeze into the flesh of your waist, edging beneath the hem of your uplifted shirt as his tongue pushes up against yours. It’s wet and slow, but deep— enough to make your toes curl with delight where they rest behind him.
It’s overwhelming. Moze’s size, his hands— the way that he kisses you until you’re breathless and needy. His body is so massive between your legs that you’ve no choice but to spread out for him.
It makes your call come out pretty and dreamy with it. The sweet call of his name as your nails scratch along the back of his shoulders. You find yourself almost begging, but it cuts off prematurely. “Moze—M-mh!”
He answers to the call quickly.
“Sorry.” Moze growls as he breaks from you, but he remains close. The lavender of his eyes are wide, but blown dark with lust. It’s suffocating enough to make you want to kiss him again. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, catching his breath.
He sounds apologetic. Despite the rough, low tone to his words. He’s close enough for you to hold his gaze and even that alone strikes a heat beneath your skin— it almost makes you shake. The soft stroke of his fingers on your bare skin does little for your overheating skin.
“No! It’s not in a bad way, it’s good! Don’t pull away yet.” You shake your head beneath the Shadow-Guard, as if to emphasis your words. But then you think for a moment before continuing with “Unless you want to.”
He replies quickly.
“No.” Continuing to stroke at your waist before he squeezes at it. “I like this feeling.”
Moze shifts himself on top of you slightly. His body still looms over you but he gives you a bit more space. Just enough for you to feel how much he’s enjoying you like this when his crotch presses down on you between your thighs. The weight of him is undeniable, just like the rest of him.
You’re not sure he notices when he gives you another blink. But his lips ghost yours now, almost enough for you to feel them move against your own as he sounds out his words.
“Are you sure? I have no desire to hurt you.”
You nod quickly and firmly as you tilt your head up to him again. Desperate for another kiss. “Positive.”
So Moze doesn’t keep you waiting much longer before he’s on you again with a growled “Fine.” Like he’s hungry for the taste of your mouth against his once more, though you’re not quite prepared for one of his hand to melt down and hook around the back of your knee. It’s followed by another show of his strength when he hooks it up higher, enough for him to grind more of his body weight between your legs and that alone is enough to make you keen.
Your voice almost breaks again before his sounds from over you, driven by something.
“Then you can make that sound for me again.”
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wriothesleybear · 23 days ago
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Men who get so lost in kissing you as they fuck you that their thrusts halt completely. Too caught up in your mouth, your lips— it’s only when your walls twitch around them that they’re reminded of their duty. They make sure to ask for forgiveness with a particularly long, deep stroke as they bite down on your lower lip.
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wriothesleybear · 25 days ago
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Bzzz.
Bzzzzz.
The persistent sound pulled you from peaceful slumber, but it stopped after a few seconds. Groggy, you nudged your head further into the chest of your husband and tried to tried to lull yourself back to sleep. It was easy to drift off when you were wrapped in his warm embrace, comforted by the soothing movement of his breathing. Sleep nearly claimed you again.
Bzzzzzzz.
You sighed while Ifa groaned above you. He tightened his grip around you and tried to bury his face in your hair.
“It’s your turn,” you mumbled into his chest.
“I got it last time. You’re up, sweets,” he whispered back, eyes still closed. “Let’s just ignore it.”
You huffed out a laugh. “Because that’s worked out so well before?”
“Mhmm.” He pulled you closer, dropping a kiss into your brow.
Bzzzzz.
You sighed again, and pushed yourself up, fully awake. You ignored Ifa’s small “nooo” and silent beg for you to come back.
Rubbing your eye, you opened your front door to reveal Ororon, hand poised in midair to ring your doorbell once more.
“Evening, Oro. Or maybe I should say morning,” you greeted, letting the man inside.
It could’ve been either considering the sky was still dark, but you were no stranger to keeping strange hours. It’s not uncommon in Natlan for people to be working or out and about in the middle of the night.
He at least had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry. I did tell you I was coming early. Did I wake you?”
“Not at all.” Your lie was immediately followed by a giant yawn.
Ororon dropped your delivery of vegetables onto the kitchen counter.
“These look great, Oro! Best veggies in Natlan!” His chest puffed up with pride. He started to help you put them away when Ifa emerged from the bedroom.
“Morning, bro,” he said stifling a yawn while he began to make some coffee.
He handed you a mug with a kiss on the cheek and slid a mug across the counter to Ororon.
“Thanks, bro.”
You chatted with your friend for a bit more before he had to travel for the rest of his deliveries. You hid your grin behind your cup while Ifa and Ororon joked around with their usual antics.
“Next week, I’ll make sure your delivery is last so it’s not so early- er, late?”
Ifa nodded, “Appreciate it, man.”
You waved goodbye to Ororon and closed the door. You turned to see Ifa finish cleaning the mugs.
“Well, I’m for sure awake now,” you said and walked into his hug while he leant against the counter. He pressed a long kiss onto your forehead while you traced the tattoo on his neck.
“Well, we could still go back to bed.”
Ifa lifted your chin and gave you a soft kiss. The moonlight peaking through the window and display of unrushed affection made the scene one of a loving home.
His other hand, warm and strong, slowly slid up your waist, and you sighed into the kiss.
But that was before his hand dove to tickle your side.
You squealed and pushed him away. You smiled while running back to your bedroom, Ifa’s laughter and footsteps close behind.
You both knew exactly how you’d spend the rest of the night.
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wriothesleybear · 25 days ago
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Mydei loves taking you from the front—there’s something about being face-to-face that drives him wild. He craves the way your eyes roll back, the way your lips part in breathless moans when his cock pushes deep inside your pussy. Every little expression, every gasp and whimper, he watches like a man possessed. His golden eyes are glowing with hunger, and his messy blond hair sticks to his forehead as he pants against your mouth. He wants to see your pleasure, to own it, to feel it in every trembling inch of your body.
He kisses you as he thrusts in deep, slow strokes, groaning into your mouth every time your walls clench around him. His cock is thick, curved just right to hit that perfect spot inside you, and he makes sure to grind his hips down each time to make you cry out his name. Mydei’s hand curls around your waist, pressing you close, his cursed markings glowing hotter with every passing second. “Look at me, princess,” he growls softly, forehead pressed to yours. “Wanna see those pretty eyes when I fuck this sweet pussy.”
Phainon, on the other hand, is the exact opposite—he’s obsessed with taking you from behind. He loves bending you over, pulling your hips up, and sliding his cock into your dripping pussy while your face presses into the sheets. The view drives him mad: your ass bouncing, your back arching, your body trembling as he fucks you ruthlessly from behind. He’s a refined man, but the way he claims you is filthy, primal—his armor discarded, gloves still on, gripping your waist like he owns you.
His thrusts are powerful and precise, each one making your whole body jolt forward, pussy squelching around his thick cock with obscene, wet sounds. Phainon’s voice is calm but cruelly teasing, whispering in your ear as his hips slam against you. “Such a needy little thing,” he murmurs, his voice a breathy purr. His hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it with slow circles just to watch you squirm and beg for more.
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wriothesleybear · 25 days ago
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i literally joined hsr just for himm
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wriothesleybear · 1 month ago
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WHEN HE’S LATE FOR YOUR DATE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
꒰ criminal!sukuna m.list ꒱
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“baby-”, your boyfriend begins to speak before being cut off by your sharp voice.
“don’t piss me off.”, you warn, continuing to walk at a pace that has him struggling to keep up with.
“c’mon, you know i didn’t mean for this to happen.” he huffs, stopping in his tracks, “you’re not even listening to me, woman.”
his large hand gently grabs your arm, forcing you to face towards him. you sigh before rolling you eyes and looking up at him - it was obvious from the busted lip and frown on his face that he had gotten into some sort of fight. it was all too predictable for your criminal boyfriend, and one of the million reasons you found yourself on and off with him.
you had both agreed to go out to dinner tonight, with sukuna wanting to wine and dine you; he still had a lot to do in order to prove himself to you, even if he was officially your boyfriend once again. he didn’t mean to get into a fight on his way to the restaurant, but he’s not one to back down and unfortunately found himself an hour late, met with your frowning face and crossed arms. he knew he fucked up.
“i’m sorry.”, he mutters, “i know i’m fucking up, but i really do wanna change for you. i’m trying.”
your purse your lips, “i know you are. i just don’t want this to become a habit like it used to. i don’t want to be let down by you again..”, you admit.
“you won’t. lemme make it up to you, yeah?”, he says as he rubs your arm gently, looking at you in a way that made it impossible to stay mad at him.
you give him a look, “how?”
sukuna’s large hands knead on the plush of your thighs as you writhe against his face, bucking your hips at the stimulation of his tongue against your glossy folds. your boyfriend absolutely loves making you cum on his face whenever you’re mad at him; it has your nagging cut in an instant.
he was quick to have his way with you as soon as you stepped into his apartment, determined to make you feel so good that your negative thoughts towards him would be forgotten.
“give it to me, baby.”, he murmurs against your core, sending vibrations on your clit that have you whining out. you think it’s dangerous what this man can do with his tongue, sucking on your folds and flicking on your tongue; he’ll slightly pull away so he can rub his thumb against your swollen pussy before teasing your entrance with it.
“fuck.. m’gonna cum..”, you moan, your breaths heavy while you continue to buck your hips from the overwhelming pleasure. your peak’s on it’s tipping point, and you can feel the smirk sukuna has on his lips as he continues you eat you out like a starved man. he’s so fucking cocky.
your build up increases with each flick of sukuna’s tongue against your clit, your brows furrowing and your lips parting at the tension dying to be released. he can feel the pulse of your throbbing pussy against his lips, muttering, “c’mon baby, i know you wanna cum.”
you let out a needy whine as you feel your pleasure crash on you in an insane, arching your back as your hips stutter; you’re completely coating your boyfriend, who’s more than happy to take ever last drop you give him. he’s gently rubbing on your thighs, watching the way you come down from the intense high he just gave you, “you still hate me?”
you breathe out, moving from his face to straddling his hips instead, admiring his slick coated face alongside the cocky smirk that you playfully roll your eyes at, “if you think you’re completely forgiven just from eating me out then you’re very much mistaken.”
“nah, i know that.” he agrees, “you want my card?”
you smile as you give him an affirmative hum, leaning down to kiss his temple, “go clean yourself up first, you look a mess.”
“yes ma’am.”, he smiles.
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wriothesleybear · 1 month ago
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The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭
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wriothesleybear · 1 month ago
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sukuna is most definitely the type of guy to have a girlfriend who forces him to colour with her on picnic dates. he looks at you questionably when you pull out your colouring book and some coloured markers while you smile up at him.
“don’t look at me like that, i’m not doing that childish shit with you.”, he’ll gruff.
but it doesn’t take any longer than ten seconds before he’s giving into you, rolling his eyes as he says, “fine. pass me a pen then.”
he tries his absolute best to not colour past the lines too, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he colours in a brown bear. it’s the cutest thing ever - he’s laying on his front with his legs slightly swinging in the air. he’s getting weird looks from the kids at the park who see some scarily muscular man covered in tattoos colouring with his sweet girlfriend, in a not so manly position.
he pays it no attention, too focused on his very important task at hand. and afterwards, he’s holding it up with a smug smile, waiting for your praise.
“you did so good, baby!”, you smile.
he’d colour with you everyday as long as hears that.
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wriothesleybear · 1 month ago
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[Headcanons] Wriothesley: Kissing
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cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader. Requested by @eris-inthesystem
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Wriothesley has a cryo vision, and his lips are cool, but the moment his lips meet yours, there’s a warmth behind it. It all starts soft and cool, but deepens into something passionate and hot.
He’s not very affectionate in public, he prefers to savour you and take his time in private.
He likes to envelope you into an embrace, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer to his body as your chests touch his. And then he leans toward you and captures lips.
His kisses are slow. He doesn’t want to rush, he wants to take his time with you. He wants you to feel how much you mean to him in every press of his lips.
He can get mischievous if he’s in the mood. He gently bites your lower lip, and smirks at your gasp, using that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth to rile you up and leave you breathless. 
Knuckles kisses. He takes your hand and presses his lips softly on your knuckles, the corners of his lips are uplifted as he keeps the eye contact.  It started as a joke, but you’ve grown to like this gesture and he started to do it every time as a greeting and a farewell. 
Forehead and temple kisses. They are soft. He may not say ‘I love you’ outloud often, but a kiss on your forehead says everything, it’s like saying ‘I’m here’, ‘You’re important to me’. Or when you’re anxious or scared, a temple kiss from him is like an anchor.
Lazy morning kisses. Half-asleep, even without opening his eyes,  he nuzzles into your neck, and plants soft kisses here and there, on your neck, chin, nape, shoulder.
Prefers to receive pecks by you, especially when you visit him at work. But be careful, if you distract him a lot enough, he will put away his paperwork aside and have his revenge on you by trapping you against a wall or his desk. “I hope you weren’t expecting to get away so easily.”
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wriothesleybear · 1 month ago
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Wriothesley SFW & NSFW Headcannons
🍓The offical Bunni Wrio headcannons. Long time coming for me and my husband. I really wish I had the money (that also doesn't need to go into me feeding myself for the next four months) to commission an artist to draw him and my OC together. I'm so regular and normal about him. Anyway, please enjoy my thoughts. I'm a humble loser.
TW: NSFW; Rough Sex; Choking mentioned
Info: Wriothesley x Reader; NSFW below the cut; gn!reader (no explicit body parts or pronouns used); use of "walls" to refer to sexual organs
Word Count: 5.5k
-Wriothesley is both incredibly complex and very simple at the same time, and he doesn’t care if anyone but him understands that fact. He doesn’t need to be understood by anyone else, though he does appreciate it when his friends go out of their way to accommodate him.
-Quite honestly, there are only two people in Teyvat who understand the way he ticks, and he only regularly interacts with one of them. Part of this is honestly because he can’t be bothered to deepen most relationships when he’s so isolated from other people, and a more… honest and vulnerable part of him knows that he doesn’t really enjoy being known.
-His childhood being stripped from him did a number on his ability to trust, as it would any other person. He’s built up a nice, tall, icy wall between himself and most others. He’s not unreachable, of course, but most people don’t even try to get to know him when they see how guarded he is. 
-Again, he doesn’t mind it. He likes the freedom it gives him, and it means he doesn’t have to worry about complicated relationships. He has enough difficulties on his plate from running the fortress in the first place, there’s no need to have any extra stressors.
-Needless to say, romance isn’t something on his mind. At all. In fact, he’s likely never had any kind of romantic relationship. He never had the chance to have one, and he naturally assumes that it’s not his thing. 
-Not to say that he’s never felt anything toward anyone, he’s human, he just never acts on it. He can also easily clock when someone is attracted to him, and makes a mental note to shut them down as quickly and efficiently as possible. If he can’t, he just avoids them. 
-It’s not a fear of romance, nor a disinterest in it, Wriothesley just cannot be bothered. While yes, he has plenty of free time around the fortress, he also lives there. It would be cruel to any potential partner on the surface for him to accept their advances, and anyone in the fortress was either his employee or a prisoner, and excuse him for not wanting that kind of power dynamic in his life.
-Wriothesley was content being single for the rest of his life, down under the sea in his quiet office with no one to bother him. Then you come into his life.
-Sent down to the fortress from Neuivilette after Sigewinne expressed worry about him overworking himself. She tended to mother him a little too much, and Neuivillette listened to her faithfully every time she worried about him. 
-It wouldn’t be much of an issue… If Wriothesley didn’t find himself so stumped on what to give you to work on. He had a good routine that he was used to, and it got things done efficiently, so there wasn’t really anything for you to do. But when you look at him with those pretty eyes, he can’t help but find some excuse to keep you in the office with him just a little longer.
-He doesn’t immediately fall for you, of course. It’s more like a slow flutter down a thousand-foot cavern, unsure of what was at the bottom, but certain that he was falling.
-It just starts as a business, of course. You were technically his superior, as a direct aide of Neuivillette, he had to answer to you more than you did to him. You never really treated it like that, though. You were witty and playful, matching his quick tongue with your own smart jabs. It was nice to have someone on the same wavelength, and this naturally led to more friendly conversations about things outside of work.
-You start spending time with him far longer than you need to, way after either of you has finished your duties for the day, and it doesn’t take a genius to tell what's going on. There’s just one problem… Wriothesley can be a bit… dense when it comes to actual romantic tension.
-He isn’t stupid, of course, he can tell that there’s something there… but he second-guesses himself. He just doesn’t believe that you could possibly be genuinely interested in him; he brushes off the flirting, acts like he doesn’t notice the tension, and eventually, you’re called back to the surface without anything happening.
-It’s easy to shrug off everything for him, chalking it up to circumstances and nothing more. He can’t deny how it stings a little that you could easily act like it never happened, not receiving any letters sucks, but he can’t blame you. Again, he doesn’t believe he’s built for romance.
-He thinks he’s handling the whole thing fine, but Sigewinne clocks him faster than he can say his own name. She points out that within a week that he seems mopey, and that if he misses you so much, he should just visit or send a letter. Of course, he doesn’t, because that requires a level of vulnerability he admits he just doesn’t have in him yet.
-Luckily, he doesn’t need to take that first step. Pleasantly surprised when you make an unannounced visit to his office, only about a month after you initially left. He thinks that maybe Neuivilette had sent you back, but you’re not dressed like you normally would be for a shift with him. (You look very good in your casual clothes, which fluster him quite a bit more than he’s willing to admit aloud.)
-No, you hadn’t come for work or anything like that, you had – with flushed cheeks and eyes dodging his – come just to see him. You admit you had missed your chats, and thought that maybe he might’ve as well. Hoped that he had. And oh, you have no idea what it does to his heart.
-He’s not a musician, but his heart broke out into a symphony that thrummed through his whole body. 
-From there, you become a regular part of his week, coming down to his office at the same time once, then twice, then nearly every day in a week. He finds himself sulking when you can’t make your regular meetings, and feels as if he is on cloud nine when he sees you. He never expected himself to be such a hopeless sap, but he supposes those romance novels weren’t exactly wrong about how much love can change someone.
-Talks over tea turn into gentle, flirty touches. Not so subtle hints at something more, but neither of you is really pushing any further. It’s a very slow build of confidence for Wriothesley, and every interaction reassures him of your shared feelings. It gives him confidence to take the next step, to go a little further, to finally put a label on things instead of pretending nothing's there.
-It’s cute how he goes about it, too. Normally, you’re the one to come down to him after you’re done with work, but instead, he greets you in the lobby of the Palais de Mermonia. He’s got a bouquet of your favorite flowers and the biggest grin on his face – he even cleaned up a bit! 
-It makes you feel silly seeing him all dolled up when you’re still in your work clothes, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he hands you the flowers. Officially asking you on your first date, which is an even cuter picnic watching the sun set together.
-He’s quite a hopeless sap when it comes down to it, he’s very enamored by you, and he does get a little caught up in the newness of it all. It’s still completely genuine on his part, though. While he might have rose-tinted glasses on, he really does feel that deeply for you, and he makes good on showing you that affection.
-Now, before I get into the meat of the cutesy shit with him, we need to acknowledge some of the problems he might have as your partner.
-Firstly, Wriothesley is a very emotionally stunted person. He wasn’t shown affection for a good part of his childhood, and the affection he did receive was coated in deceit, so he struggles to express himself when it counts. He’s great at setting and respecting boundaries, but genuine emotions? Well… count him out. 
-He really struggles to open up to you, despite how much he knows he should – how much he wants to. It’s just not something that comes easily from him. He needs patience, understanding, and maybe a bit of handholding through it all. 
-It is a slow crawl through a lot of cold shoulders and gentle deflection, but he tries his best, and he gets there eventually. He still doesn’t really like to bog you down with his own issues, but if you reach out to him and ask him what's bothering him, he’ll tell you. He’ll allow you to take care of him and worry over his well-being and collude with Sigewinne to get him to take breaks.
-Even when he isn’t willing to let you inside, he’s still appreciative of your efforts, and he shows you through subtle acts of service. Quiet thanks for worrying, even though he’s just not ready to let you see the more broken sides of him.
-Another issue that runs right along this one is his problems with trusting, not just you, but pretty much anyone who isn’t Neuvilette or Sigewinne. (He thinks he also trusts Chlorinde, at least professionally, and Navia is nice enough, but he won’t be spilling his life secrets to either of them.)
-Naturally, you’ve already won him over a bit, so you have more of an advantage than most other people, but he’s not really transparent to start. He’s kind of mysterious, giving you little hints, but never quite letting you past the surface of the sea.
-You’re curious about his past, most people are – what with the giant fucking scars all over his body. Anyone would want to know where their partner got them, and it’s not like he’s ashamed of them… he just doesn’t want you to think of him like that.
-He doesn’t want you to know how helpless he felt all those years ago, the terrible things he did to stay alive, and how hard he fought to get to the point he was at now. Most people would call it a triumphant story, but Wriothesley wants his past to stay in his past. You were his future, and he didn’t want to see the pity in your eyes when he told you about that part of him.
-Yet, no matter how hard he tried, it was a part of him that he couldn’t get rid of. If he wanted a life with you, he was going to have to tell you at some point. He would rather he be the one to get the story to you, rather than someone else (like Neuvilette, who would tell you if you played your cards right.)
-It’s hard for him to tell you, and even harder to see how gentle you are to him as he talks. There’s a sadness in your eyes that makes his heart ache, but you don’t treat him like he’s helpless. You just let him talk, and you listen, and when he’s done, you tell him that it doesn’t change the way you think about him at all.
-You don’t make it a big deal, you just… accept it. It’s nice, and while he doesn’t know how to express that appreciation properly, he knows you know how much it means to him. You always seem to know him better than he realizes, and he thinks you can say the same about him.
-I also mentioned earlier that there’s the issue of him living in the fortress. I know most people headcannon he has a place above the surface, but that just doesn’t really feel in character for him. He has no real reason (before you) to have a home on the mainland of Fontaine, so why would he waste his time and money picking out and decorating a home when he lives in his office most days?
-After getting with you, though, he has to find a way to bridge that physical gap between the two of you more efficiently. Sure, he gets to see you nearly every day when you’re finished with work, but you always return to the surface, and he doesn’t get to wake up to you ever. 
-His solution? Sleep shifts. One night he’ll come up to your place on the surface, the next you’ll stay down with him. It’s not the most efficient method, but he isn’t going to make you stay in the fortress with him, and he can’t reasonably live above ground all the time in case something happens that needs his attention.
-He loves the domesticity of seeing you when he first wakes up. You look so good with your hair all messy and drool pooling on your pillow. It’s not something he’d ever been afforded in his life, so he savors the little moments that he gets to have with you. Frequently, you wake up to him stroking your hair tenderly, watching you with all the love in the world.
-Something else he really loves is making breakfast with you. Whether he’s cooking or you are, it doesn’t matter; dancing around the kitchen while pancakes cook on the stove is a fantasy he’d never imagined he’d be allowed to live out.
-Oh, he also loves it when you help him shave his facial hair. If you like it, he’ll let it grow out a little longer than he normally would, but Sigewinne always complains past a certain point. To keep both of you happy, he lets you shave him when you both have free time.
-Seated on the edge of the sink in the bathroom, he stands between your legs with his hands on your thighs, purring out sweet nothings as you carefully run the razor over the sensitive skin beneath his jaw. It’s a surprisingly intimate moment you get to share with him, somehow made romantic with the way he holds you so close and gazes at you with unspeakable affection.
-It takes a lot of trust to let someone hold a sharp blade to your neck, and while this isn’t the same thing, it’s got the same feel.
-Something to note about Wriothesley is just how gentle he is with you. Regardless of if you’re bigger than him or not, he handles you the same way. He’s never rough with you. He never grabs you, he never pushes you, and he doesn’t ever yell at you either.
-It’s important to him that you feel safe around him. He doesn’t want you to know the sheer terror he had to face as a young child, learning that he was going to be sold off and likely slaughtered by the people who were supposed to love him.
-He does love you, with no secret motive, and he spends every second with you, displaying that with every fiber of his being. Every touch is soft, every word is chosen carefully, and every act of service is made with complete consideration of what you want. It’s like he knows what you need far before you can even think of it, and he makes it seem so effortless. It’s not, though, it’s very intentional and just a silent gesture he uses to show you how much he cares.
-Even when you argue, Wriothesley does not raise his voice. You will never hear him speak to you the way he speaks to the prisoners of the Fortress. He respects you, even when he is angry or when you are screaming at him. His cold demeanor can come off as uncaring, but you come to realize that he is acting that way because he cares. He would never raise his voice to you, ever. He loves you too much to see you cower under the weight of that.
-This bleeds into his fierce need to protect you. You are an adult, you can take care of yourself, but boy, does he want to do it all for you.
-It’s not an ego thing, nor is it a power thing; he just really likes taking care of you. It isn’t even something that’s really obvious, mostly subtle little shows of care. Like him checking in and seeing if you’ve eaten, or massaging your knots out of your back, or letting you nap on his couch after a long day. It’s usually sweet manifestations like that.
-Usually.
-As the warden of the biggest prison system in Fontaine (the only prison system in Fontaine), Wriothesley has his fair share of people who wish him ill. Comes with the job description, and it isn’t like he didn’t have that even before taking his place as Duke of the Fortress. He can take the heat, it’s not an issue for him.
-What is an issue, however, is when that ire for him is turned toward you.
-Most times it’s just stupid prisoners making a passing comment, (which he doesn’t tolerate either, but doesn’t make a big show out of. A few sharp words shuts them up quickly enough.) You brush them off fine on your own, and you can pack a punch thanks to him, so he doesn’t worry much about them.
-The issue lies with those who mean to harm him. As the Duke of the Fortress and a Pankration champion, most prisoners know he’s pretty untouchable. They don’t have the influence to undo him, and they can’t beat him in a fight. There wasn’t much to hold against him… until there was you.
-It’s no secret to those living in the fortress just how much Wriothesley adores you, you’re quite the soft spot for him. It’s obvious that those who want to get to him would try to use you to achieve that. It’s just… they never really get far enough to do anything in most cases.
-Wriothesley is so attentive to you that he can just get in the way of any plans they might have. If he can’t stop them from trying, usually a show that he knows what they’re doing is enough to get them off you. But there are the brave, stupid few.
-If anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to cause you harm intentionally, they’re a dead man walking. The second they lay a hand on you, their life is essentially over. He’s not above beating the point into their skull if he needs to. Poor Sigewinne has quite a troublesome case on her hands after that.
-Forbid if they actually lay their hands on you. It takes all of his self-restraint not to kill them, which he does not do, because he has a lot of self-control. It doesn’t stop the thought from running through his mind over and over as he escorts them to a high-security cell, though.
-While he cannot legally kill anyone, he works very hard to keep them locked up and stuck with him for as long as possible. They also become a social recluse in the Fortress, as most prisoners and employees are rather fond of you.
-It’s not a side of himself he’s proud of, which is why he tries his best not to let you see it, but it’s part of him nonetheless. He just cannot afford to lose you for any reason. You are the most important thing in his life, and losing you would devastate him to a point he’s never seen before. 
-Other than that, he is usually a very gentle and loving man, wholly devoted to your relationship.
-He values any time that he gets to spend with you, be that sitting quietly in his office doing things separately but together, or having you settled in his lap as he works. It doesn’t matter much so long as he has you there. 
-Speaking of, he is very physically affectionate. You wouldn’t imagine him to be, but with a partner, he just has a need to touch. He’ll settle a hand on your waist, an arm around your shoulder, press a kiss to your temple, pull you into his lap as he works, and pretty much anything that he can get from you, he’ll take.
-Something particularly charming is that when he passes you, he’ll pull you to the side so that he can kiss you. Then he moves on with his day like nothing happened. It leaves you flustered, but it’s so sweet that you can’t find yourself getting mad about it.
-He’s also a tease, through and through. He’s always poking fun at you and making silly comments to get you to smile. It’s just the way he expresses comfort around people, but he really knows how to get under your skin.
-Don’t worry, though, for as much as he can annoy you, he’s doubly sweet and caring. He always knows what you need far before you need it, and if he doesn’t, he makes sure that he can get what you need done as soon as possible.
-He’s reliable, a sturdy rock for you to lean on when you need someone there for you. While you have some issues, what couple doesn’t? Wriothesley is more than willing to go through whatever highs and lows with you, so long as it means both of you can stay happy in love for as long as possible.
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-Wriothesley’s relationship with sex isn’t something that he likes to talk about for a multitude of reasons.
-He’s not some touch-starved helpless virgin, but he also isn’t the most experienced. Most of his experience in bed comes from a mutual need to get off when he was still a prisoner, a sort of agreement between him and a select few partners that kept them satisfied.
-It was rough and aggressive and honestly a little shameful looking back on it now, not something he really wanted to think about too hard. Certainly not how he wanted to have sex with you, it felt too… disconnected from his feelings.
-He also didn’t want to force things; your first time should be natural, but also intimate. He wanted to lay you out on his (or your, whichever was closest) bed and take his time with it, not bend you over his desk and make you take it. (He could do that, if you wanted him to, but not for your first time together. He was really trying not to live up to the hardened prison warden stereotype, after all.)
-Even with his own expectations in mind, he mostly wanted it to feel good. He wanted things to flow together without needing to push or pull, and he didn’t want you to feel like you had to do anything for him. 
-Yeah… the level-headed Wriothesley was 100% overthinking things. You can’t blame him, though! He’s never really had sex for anything more than a feeling, and he wanted you to feel loved, not like you were an object for his own pleasure.
-This leads to him subconsciously rebuffing your advances like an idiot. You weren’t in the right place, he didn’t have any protection, it was getting too late, blah blah blah. He kept making excuses in his head as to why you wouldn’t want to have sex, when it was really him complicating things needlessly.
-Luckily for you, you had an ace up your sleeve! Sigewinne, your little gossip buddy in the fortress, heard all your woes of Wriothesley potentially not finding you attractive enough to have sex with. He seemingly never wanted to be with you, no matter what you tried or how eager you seemed.
-She shows up to his office one day with a box of condoms and some lube and tells him to get it over with or she’ll have to mix up a special little remedy to deal with it herself.
-Not wanting his first time with you to be under the influence of an aphrodisiac, he takes the hint and mentally prepares to make a move. He’s still nervous as hell because there are a million what-ifs running through his head, but the second you walk through his office doors, it’s like all of that melts away.
-Having the thought of “I’m going to do this” rather than “Should I do this” really helped him out. His usual confident and assured demeanor is back, and when you seem to imply you’d like to spend some alone time in his bedroom together, he tosses you over his shoulder (playfully, of course) and does just that.
-He allows you to take the lead the first time, mostly because he needs to figure out what you like before he can confidently guide you. So, lucky you, one of your first sexual encounters with him is sucking his dick! (The little “Oh wow” you let out seeing his size was an ego booster for sure. The following: “You think it’ll fit?” made his head as big as his dick.)
-He’s someone who learns over time, so it takes him a few times with you before he starts actively pursuing sex. He takes note of things he does that seem to get you hot and bothered. Like the way he tugs at his tie when he’s feeling overworked, or how you stare shamelessly as his arms while he’s moving things around, oh and his ass of course. That’s a fan favorite, it seems.
-It’s a slow thing, but over time, he starts using those little ticks against you. When he’s feeling needy, he makes you feel needy too. There’s a nice sense of pride he gets when you pursue him, especially when he knows you weren’t the one in the mood first.
-It’s also nice to know that he isn’t pushing any boundaries when you come to him for sex first, so he really only engages you like that if he’s sure it’s something you want. He would rather live through a hundred life sentences than ever make a move that you don’t want.
-It’s really sweet, but it can result in him getting… pent up rather frequently. The two of you already rarely have time for sex, and his suppressing his desire doesn’t exactly help either of your positions at all.
-It makes sessions after longer periods without sex come off as more… rough than he would like. He really does want to be gentle and loving with you, but he also really likes the feel of bending you in half. Quite the conundrum he’s got himself in.
-He’ll bring this fact up to you, and if you give him the okay to be rough? Well, have fun! 
-Wriothesley likes it rough, as much as he wishes he could be the sweet, loving, gentle partner all the time, he can’t help that his brain lights up like a switchboard when he sees you struggling so hard against him. It stems from all that time he spends being in control of the prison; it’s very hard for him to let that go, even for you.
-Still, communication is much more important to him. You have very long conversations with him about what is and is not okay, establish a safeword that both of you can easily remember in the heat of the moment, and always make sure that both of you understand that one of you can say no at any time and it’s done.
-So, what does he like?
-Well, he likes it when you fight him. Be that verbally or physically, the fastest way to get him hot and bothered is to act like a brat. You can show that you’re smart and witty, which is already attractive enough to him, but having you intentionally get under his skin? You'd better hope no one will be needing him anytime soon.
-He has fun putting you in your place and reminding you who exactly tops who in the relationship. He even entertains you sometimes, letting you think you’re getting away with your smart ass mouth, only to suddenly bend you over his desk and remind you of your position with him.
-He doesn’t talk much, though, so don’t expect him to verbally degrade you. He thinks the position and the rough treatment should be enough to get the message across. Sometimes he might growl out a little comment about how desperate you are for him, but otherwise he’s mostly grunts and groans. 
-If you physically fight back against his hold, it excites him more. It’s very unlikely you could overpower him, so all of your efforts are futile, and yet you still seem to try every single time. You push and punch and squirm, but it always ends the same way with your legs over his shoulders and hands pinned above your head.
-It’s also a given he’s into restraining you. With his need for control and easy access to legitimate prison-grade restraints, there’s just no way he doesn’t use that to his advantage. Usually, he’ll just cuff your hands to the headboard or behind your back, but occasionally he’ll bring out more heavy-duty stuff at your begging.
-Oh, that’s another thing. He won’t ever ask you to do it, because it’s an odd request in his eyes, but he loves it when you beg. He’ll get you teary-eyed and whining, and the only way to get him to snap out of his teasing is to beg him to let you cum. It works like a charm every single time.
-He also loves to overstimulate you to the point of tears. He can spend hours between your legs pushing you over the edge and watching you cum over and over for him. He thinks you’re so cute when you whine at him like that, and if you don’t tell him to stop, he probably won’t.
-He doesn’t even care about his own pleasure; he’s just so obsessed with watching you fall apart under his touch. His cold blue eyes will stare you down through the whole ordeal, watching every little twitch of your expression with rapt attention. It’s wholly overwhelming to have his intense eyes watching your every little move, but so damn hot at the same time.
-If he isn’t looking at your face, he’s likely watching the way you take him. He just can’t stop himself from staring, it’s an addicting sight to see how he sinks into you over and over – be that his fingers or his cock, it doesn’t matter. It’s mesmerizing all the same.
-And if you pleasure yourself for him? All the better. It’s nice to see you struggle to get off when he knows he can do it so much faster than you can. Almost cute the way you pout up at him when you were the one who asked him to keep his hands to himself.
-He likes to feel you, too, most of the time putting you in positions where as much skin as humanly possible is touching. The way your body reacts beneath his touch is dizzying, he can feel the pleasure twitching through your muscles as he holds you close. Oh, and feeling the air force its way out of your lungs as his hand wraps around your throat is another kind of addiction he didn’t know existed.
-The last, rather odd kink he has, one that he’s very ashamed of, is that he’s huge on smelling you. He’d lean down between your legs and just get a whiff if he could, but since that would be a bit too obvious, he settles for burying his nose into your shoulder and smelling your sweat-slick skin that way.
-Doesn’t stop him from sneaking your used underwear and pocketing it for later use – usually when he’s having a particularly rough day, he’ll bring it out and get a nice long sniff of you. Always gets his ass going until he can see you again and really let his stress out.
-Now, I mentioned earlier that he’s pretty impressive in size, and I wasn’t joking. He’s big for a regular human man. About six and a half inches long, his dick curves upward and slightly to the right, perfect for abusing your gummy little walls. He has several veins, the most prominent being one along the left side of it stopping about halfway up. 
-He’s slightly darker than his actual complexion, and his tip is a pretty light red color, flatter than most other men's. The stretch he gives you is instant, as he only flares out a little from the tip. He’s about 5 inches around, too, meaning he’s not just long. Also, he’s uncircumcised, so do with that what you will.
-He knows how to keep a good balance between rough and soft, and he’s usually more intuitive about what you’re looking for in a given session than what he’s looking for from you. He doesn’t want you to think he only wants you for your body, and as such, he tries to make at least one session in a week soft and gentle if he has the time.
-Sex is a stress reliever for him, yes, but it’s also an expression of trust and love from both of you. He trusts you enough to let you see him in such a vulnerable state, and you trust him enough to treat you the way he does, because you know he would never go out of his way to hurt you ever.
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hi so, here again
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wriothesleybear · 2 months ago
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they know what theyre doing
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Wriothesley empties a drawer for you to keep some of your stuff at the Fortress whenever you spend the night with him. It’s his clever way of telling you he’s serious about you. When you try to be polite not wanting to impose, he eases your worries with a sure smile and gentle squeeze to your hip. “Too late. I already made the space. No take-backs.” And besides, he much prefers spending the morning with you instead of watching you get ready in a flurry to make it back home for a change of clothes.
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