#🐺. wrio !

[suashii]

neuvillette and wriothesley give me vampire and werewolf vibes, respectively

[catcze]

Glad you've enjoyed him so much, heh. Gotta wonder wonder though... Just who did you think I was~? 🖤🐺

Omg okay— fair warning, I am saying this with a good bit of doubt in myself, because I am horrible at guessing identities over anon, but when I first got your letter you reminded me a lot of one of my Kazuha anons from back in the day. I think one of the things that really reminded me of them was the fact that your character ask came in the form of a letter. Aside from Kazuha Anon, I haven’t ever had a character ask in the form of a letter, yk? So it just hit me as super super familiar when I first read your ask jkasbdj

[lost-souls-system]

Wrio needs cuddles :(

[luciferdev]

Wrio 🐺

[zombu7]

🦇 Vampire Neuvi x 🐺 Werewolf Wrio au

[wriothesleybear]

Prey

~ Minors do NOT interact~

~ warnings: smut, predator/prey dynamic, spanking, rough play, leash/collar play, bdsm, foot job, master calling, spit sharing, wriothesley (possibly ooc), x fem! reader

~ a/n: Man, I've been sitting on this one for a while now, but I finally finished it. Thank you to @princesschimchim1325 for helping me come up with ideas. I hope you guys enjoy and I hope that Wrio isn't too ooc🥰🐺❤️

Word Count: 1630

He tries to move his wrists to break free but the restraints stop him from being able to move much. He's breathing heavily, tired and fed up from the endless teasing you've given him. His cock, throbbing with the need for release, precum leaking from his tip. For the past couple of hours, you've had Wriothesley on his knees in front of you, with his wrists tied behind his back while you hold onto a leash that is attached to the collar around his neck. He's beginning to regret saying yes to your 'proposal' to experiment with your sex life. He was interested in you having complete control this time but he didn't think you'd be this ruthless.

"What's wrong pet?~" You ask while tilting your head innocently. He meets your eyes and glares at you.

Sweat runs down his body while his body quivers. "You know what's wrong. Don't act innocent."

His deep voice sends chills down your spine, raising your excitement levels.

You enjoyed when Wriothesley was always the one in control of you, when he ravaged your body like an animal losing control. When you came to him earlier with this idea, he didn't know you had a deeper purpose for this plan. Yes, you wanted to test out what it was like to have control over him, but you also wanted to see him completely lose control, more than he ever has. Plus, isn't it fun to see your wolf boyfriend begging for release and pleasure.

"Hm, I'm not sure what you're talking about. But if you want something from me, you'll have to use your words. Beg." You smirked as you look down at him.

He kept his mouth shut, debating whether he should give you what you want.

You noticed his hesitation so you decided to persuade him. You move your foot back to his throbbing cock, lightly touching the red tip then going down the side of his cock. He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath, relishing in the attention you're giving his cock. Suddenly, you pull on the leash, pulling him closer to you as he grunts from the tightness of the pull.

"I said beg."

As he was about to begin begging, you added to your words, something you knew would get him to break.

"Puppy~"

That's what caused him to snap. He broke free from his restraints, roughly grabbing your hands to turn you around and hold them against your back. He slammed you down over the desk, knocking the wind out of you. Although you knew this would happen, it still surprised you. He noticed your stunned state and smirked.

"What's wrong? I thought you planned this." He whispers in your ear. Your eyes widened. He chuckles.

"You thought I wouldn't figure out your plan all along? Your plan to make me lose full control with your endless teasing and edging. Especially with that little nickname."

"You know I'm nothing like a puppy. I'm a beast after all." His tip prods at your entrance then slips in all the way. The sudden fullness of his cock inside you caused both slight pain and pleasure to fill your senses.

After a moment of waiting for you to adjust, he pulled all the way out to the tip then shoved himself back in to the hilt. He continued, going at a steady but deep pace. Noises of skin against skin from his pelvis smacking against your ass filled the room.

Wriothesley could tell you were getting close, but you couldn't come yet. He wouldn't let you. Not until you were begging for him to let you come. He stilled his movements, causing a whine of disappointment to leave you. You looked back at him, pouting.

"What? Do you want something? You're going to have to use your words to tell me what you want. Beg." he teased.

"Fuck me." you whined. That wasn't enough for him though.

SMACK.

You yelped from the sudden smack against your right cheek. "Remember your manners. What do we say when we ask for something."

"P-please."

SMACK.

"Say it clearly now."

"Please." You said in a small voice.

SMACK.

"I can't hear you. Louder."

"Please."

SMACK.

"Now altogether."

"Fuck me please."

SMACK.

"Again. I don't truly believe you want me to fuck you."

Getting annoyed and fed up from the teasing, you gave him what he wanted. "Fuck me Sir! I want you to fuck me until I can't think anymore. Please ruin me Sir!"

He chuckles and leans over you and whispers in your ear. "That's my good little pet."

He continues his rough pace of pounding into you, finally giving you what you begged so nicely for.

You're in bliss as your eyes roll back and tongue hangs out of your mouth as drool dribbles out the side. Your moans fill the room, reaching his ears like a symphony.

"Good. Let it out. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

During your blissed out state, you didn't notice how the collar that was around his neck, ended up around yours instead until you hear the click and the tightness of the collar around your throat. He pulls the leash causing your back to arch, making it easier to hit that one spot inside of you. It's wasn't so hard to cause pain but just in case, you both knew the safe word you discussed before hand.

Your moans get louder, the pleasure from the light tightness around your throat and his cock going in and out of you taking over your mind. You chant his name.

"More please master".

He smirks. He slows his pace, knowing how it'll get to you. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you whimper.

"Don't worry my little mouse. I just want to make sure you're able to fully and thoroughly enjoy my cock". He pulls your upper half up so his chest is to your back and holds you close, wandering his hands over your body. He gropes your breasts while he uses the collar to tilt your head to the side to give him access. He kisses your cheek, trailing to your ear, then below it. He licks and nips the exposed skin of your neck that isn't covered by the collar, leaving hickies to mark his territory.

While doing that, his hand trails down from your breast to your stomach, then lower to your clit. He gently rubs it, causing you to twitch and moan. He begins to rub circles on it while marking you.

You're hoping he let's you cum finally. But suddenly, he removes his hand. You begin to get annoyed from the denied pleasure. He gently grabs your face so it's facing his.

"Open." he commands.

You follow his order without complaint, opening your mouth. He puts two of his fingers in your mouth.

"Lick them clean now." You do as he says, licking your nectar off of his fingers.

"Good girl." He removes his fingers. Still holding your mouth open, he opens his mouth, allowing his spit to spill into your mouth.

You groan as you feel it run down your tongue.

"Now swallow." You close your mouth and swallow, opening your mouth again to show him.

He groans. "Fuck. I think you deserve a reward for that." You tighten around him, letting him know your excitement. He smirks. He pulls his cock out of you. "Get on your back, spread your legs, and I'll give you your reward."

You quickly turn around and lay on your back and spread your legs wide for him.

"Good pet." He grabs the back of one of your thighs, helping to keep your legs spread and pumps his cock a few times. He rubs the head of his cock on your slit before finally entering you. Your head falls back at the fullness of his cock. He begins at a normal pace, quickly turning into a faster pace.

His thumb rubs your clit, helping you reach your climax faster.

Yes's and don't stop's left your lips as you neared your climax. He watched as you fell apart, squirting on his cock. He continues his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. He's close himself, chasing his own release which he's been waiting so long for. You feel that tightness in your abdomen return quickly, warning you of your second orgasm.

He curses as his cock twitches, pounding faster, knowing it was going to leave you sore tomorrow but neither of you cared. You both just wanted to feel that mind-breaking pleasure. He bends over, catching your lips in a rough kiss. He bites your bottom lip as you both finally cum together. His warm seed filling your womb, as you once again squirt on his cock. You shake and twitch from the pleasure. He holds you close, trying to calm you down by smothering your face with kisses.

Once he knows you've finally calmed down, he gets up and heads to your shared bathroom, coming back to you with a warm washcloth. He gently wipes you down while massaging other parts of your body that are sore from your rough session. During this, he praises you by telling you how good you were for him and apologizes if he was too rough. You bask in his soft aftercare. It tells you how much he cares about you.

After he's done, you pull him to lay down on the bed, snuggling up close to him. He softly smiles and holds you tight, rubbing your back. You place a kiss on his neck, silently telling him goodnight. He replies by kissing the top of your head. You both fall asleep, tired but satisfied from a rough session of love making.

[otomiyaa]

From 🐺 To 🐶

Wriothesley x Lyney

A/N: This was such a joy to write. Special thanks to @lovelynim for the inspiration (this fic is a huge mashup of multiple loose ideas she had), and to @ticklygiggles for proofreading and motivating me with her enthusiasm.

Summary: Wriothesley has done it. He pissed Lyney off for being too rough. After a chilly silent treatment, Lyney gives him the chance to make amends. (Also on AO3)

Note: They have no canon ages in Genshin but in this fic they are both adults (Lyney young adult, Wriothesley some years older).

Word Count: 4K

Ah, wasn’t it just marvelous? That sweet, hysterical laughter. Those cute and rosy cheeks. The way he writhed and squirmed. Wriothesley only needed one hand to pin his boyfriend’s arms firmly above his head, and one hand to tickle him.

His fingers were long enough to touch multiple sensitive places all at once. And boy, Lyney was ticklish. What a delight. 

“WRAHah-Wrioahaaha! Nohoho- ahahaha !” Lyney’s lovely sounds didn’t go wasted. Wriothesley embraced them, drank them like they were the finest tea. 

Still holding Lyney’s arms firmly and pinning his legs with just his weight, straddling him effectively, Wriothesley spidered his fingers mercilessly all over Lyney’s small torso, digging into his sides and tummy and eliciting the most hysterical bouts of laughter.

“WAHAHah! Nohoh-ohohow stahahahp!” He had him right where he wanted. When he tickled Lyney’s armpit and realized he wasn’t going anywhere no matter what he tried, he released his arms and tickled his other armpit as well, digging his fingers under there to find the hidden treasure.

“And that activates the laughter,” Wriothesley commented dryly as if Lyney hadn’t been laughing all along.

“AHAHAHH! Wahahait- NAHA -” Lyney jolted and arched his back, helpless to Wriothesley’s merciless tickle attack.

“Plea-ahaha nohoho! I cahahan’t breheheathe!” Wriothesley only nodded in response. When he clawed up and down Lyney’s ribs, the hysterical laughter dissolved into the cutest pitchy shrieks and squeals.��

“AAAaahhh! Nohohoooo staahhaap!” Just a little more… He dug his fingers into Lyney’s torso again, his fingers wiggling mercilessly and -

“AHAH Wrioehehehe - IT HURTS !” Wriothesley froze, his hands stopping their assault on Lyney abruptly, and he looked at his face. He looked - ahem. Cute, erotic, but also… Angry. His face was flushed, tears were sparkling in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed.

“Finally - you - stopped. Wriothesley.” 

Wriothesley leaned back and looked at him in surprise. “Did I go too far? Did it tickle too much?” he asked. Lyney weakly moved up and gasped for air. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 

“Don’t talk to me,” he said before getting up on shaking legs and walking away. Wriothesley watched him go. Oh no. He always playfully tickled Lyney and he would never be this angry? 

“Lyney come on, I was just playing,” he said, following after him and placing a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. To his surprise, Lyney suddenly took his own shirt and lifted it, almost as if he was flashing him to seduce him, but it was to make a point.

“Just playing? Do you see this? I’ve been asking you to stop all this time, and yet you went on. You’re always too rough and I've had it!” 

Wriothesley saw the red marks on Lyney’s delicate skin and he shook his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize - “ Lyney then showed him his arms, all red as well. 

“Did I do that?” Wriothesley asked, perplexed, and he remembered pinning those arms down... Was it that rough? Lyney rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated grunt.

“Did you do that? Gee, I wonder who else has been pinning my arms and violated my whole body like I’m some sort of toy without feelings. It’s a miracle you didn’t crush me, Wrio. And you don’t listen so… Just leave me alone.” 

Ouch. 

Lyney went into the bathroom and before Wriothesley could say something, the door closed with a loud slam.

Oh no. He looked at his own hand and clenched it into a fist. Was he really that rough? He didn’t mean to hurt him. Of course he didn’t. It was just some playful tickling he thought. He was making Lyney laugh, he thought. They were having fun, he thought. Damn, he really hated himself for hurting the person he held so dear. 

He waited until he heard the shower running and decided to put some effort into making up with Lyney. He rummaged into his storage and found some of the best and most valuable teas he had been saving for special moments. Well, this was a special moment… He needed Lyney to forgive him. 

While Lyney showered, Wriothesley prepared the best quality tea for him, and put it on a tray together with a plate of Lyney’s favorite biscuits and some grapes. 

When Lyney came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Wriothesley’s oversized shirts - throb - Wriothesley gulped and quickly got up. 

“Lyney, I’m so sorry. I made you some tea, it’s really good tea and should be a comfort to your eh, throat,” he said guiltily, realizing that Lyney must probably not only have a sore body, but a sore throat as well.

Lyney sat down on the couch and side-eyed him. He didn’t say a word, but judging from his attitude, he would accept the tea.

“Here,” Wriothesley said, handing him a cup. He was relieved when Lyney indeed accepted it and brought it to his lips. Wriothesley sat down next to him and waited awkwardly for him to drink it. 

“Too bitter.” 

Eh?! After just one taste, Lyney put down the tea and without even grabbing one of the biscuits, he got up again. 

“Lyney wait,” he reacted, but Lyney shrugged and went to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him before Wriothesley could say anything. Argh. Wriothesley stared at the tea, then took it and gave it a taste.

It was fine, but… Ah right. He sighed. It was fine for him. Lyney liked his tea sweet. This was anything but sweet. 

Wriothesley couldn’t believe he was ruining their weekend together. It wasn’t often that Lyney did not have performances to work on, and Wriothesley was busy with work almost 24/7. 

Finally they were together for the whole weekend and he managed to piss Lyney off like this. Wonderful. At this rate, he was going to leave him. Wriothesley stared at his bedroom door and sighed. Well, he had work to do. 

He gave it a second attempt. Lyney only deserved the bestest, sweetest tea in all of Teyvat. So Wriothesley again looked through his collection and found a tea kind from Mondstadt, made with Calla Lily which was known to not only be bitter but also sweet. If perfected with sugar and honey, it had to be to Lyney’s liking. While preparing the tea, Wriothesley started to realize how little he knew of Lyney’s preferences. 

Or well, he did know about them, but how little he actually took them into consideration. Maybe that was how he ended up tickling Lyney until he was angry like this. To him, tickling was just some playful roughhousing, and maybe he didn’t know his own strength either... Oof, bad boyfriend behavior. He had to make it up to him.

“Hmm,” Wriothesley hummed, and he tasted the tea first. Oof, very sweet. He wasn’t a fan, but he was sure Lyney would like it. Satisfied, he knocked on the door and waited.

“Lyney, please. I remade the tea, can I come in?” It was his own bedroom, but right now Lyney was inside, so he had to be the gentleman he usually wasn’t… 

“Fine,” Lyney said on the other side, so Wriothesley was glad to enter and found him on his bed, reading the book Aether had gotten him recently from Liyue. 

Wriothesley put down the tray and gave him the tea. Lyney tasted it, and without a word, continued to drink.

“Is it good?” Wriothesley asked. Lyney nodded quietly. 

“A-alright…” Wriothesley wasn’t sure what else to say or do. Maybe Lyney really wanted to be left alone now…

“Well, is there anything else I can get you?” Lyney shook his head. Oh. 

“I see. Should I leave you alone?” 

Lyney nodded again. Ah, that stung! 

“Okay, I understand. Let me know if you need anything…” Wriothesley literally felt like a kicked dog as he left the bedroom again. Lyney liked the tea, which was good. But he was still angry. Surely he should’ve known a cup of nice tea wouldn’t make things magically better again. 

So, he went out. By himself. Only to grant Lyney the time and space he needed, and of course, to visit some shops and buy some nice things to spoil him with. He found a cute plushie of a black cat and purchased it, then in the next store he also got Lyney a new mug, and a bag of sweets. 

With these bags, he returned home. It was silent and Lyney couldn’t be seen, so without knocking he rushed into the bedroom, afraid that Lyney had already left. 

“Ly- oh,” Wriothesley said, watching in surprise how Lyney was half naked. Lyney was just taking off his shirt, showing that sweet lovely skin Wriothesley loved to touch and tickle so much and - no! Bad Wriothesley! 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly, and he put down the bags.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked. Lyney gave him a look. Oof, was he still that angry?! 

“Some fresh air will do me good,” Lyney said. How mean. After Wriothesley just went out by himself. He sighed. Well, it wasn’t as if he invited Lyney to come with him…

“I got you something,” Wriothesley said, and he took the plushie out. It was wrapped in the prettiest wrapping paper, and he handed the gift to Lyney. Lyney stared at it.

“I don’t want it.” 

Wriothesley almost fell backwards. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Lyney rolled his eyes. “I don’t want it. It’s not my birthday.” He continued dressing himself, and Wriothesley quickly got the other gifts out.

“I got you these too.” Like he feared, Lyney only eyed the gifts but didn’t bother unwrapping them.

“Nice. We can save them for my birthday.” 

Wha-! Wriothesley dropped the bags and grabbed Lyney’s shoulders.

“Lyney, stop being like this. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I said I was sorry right? What else do you want me to do? How will you forgive me?” 

Wriothesley asked. Lyney only stared back at him. 

“I’ll do anything,” Wriothesley insisted. Ah, now there was some response. Lyney raised an eyebrow.

“Anything…?” he asked.

Wriothesley nodded. “Anything. Whatever you want,” he confirmed. Lyney hummed.

“So… If I say: I want you to let me tickle you, you will do it?” 

Ah, it was still about tickling? Wriothesley nodded. “Of course!” If it was still about tickling, he should’ve just gone ahead and told Lyney he could tickle him back, if that was all he wanted! Stupid of him to not even think of that! 

“For as long as I want to?” Lyney asked. Wriothesley nodded again.

“Sure!” It wasn’t as if he was super ticklish or anything. Lyney could tickle him however he pleased for as long as he liked.

“Good. I will teach you the difference between your technique and mine,” Lyney said. So, he was going to tickle him softly, was that it? 

“Of course, go ahead!” Lyney appeared a little surprised that he agreed just like that. Perhaps a ticklish person like Lyney couldn’t comprehend that someone would submit so easily to a tickle torture on voluntary basis. 

“Good. Then we will do it now.” 

“Right now, wonderful. What do you want me to do, should I undress?” Wriothesley asked eagerly, relieved that this would also stop Lyney from leaving. 

“Just your jacket,” Lyney commanded, so Wriothesley took off his jacket. 

“And your pants,” Lyney added. Wriothesley had to fight the perverted thoughts coming in as he stripped while Lyney still gave him this cold stare. When he was just in his T-shirt and underwear, Wriothesley stood in front of him and spread his arms.

"All yours, baby,” he said jokingly. Lyney still hadn’t melted his ice, and he simply gestured that Wriothesley should move to the bed. So he climbed on his bed and went to lie down on his back. 

“Like this?” he asked. Without answering, Lyney climbed on top of him and eventually straddled him. 

“Hmhm. Comfortable?” Lyney asked, staring down at him. Even when angry, he was so considerate. Wriothesley only started to feel worse about treating Lyney so roughly…

“Yes, I’m fi-” Before Wriothesley could finish his answer, Lyney reached out and without warning scribbled his fingers against Wriothesley’s lower stomach.

“Hohaha,” Wriothesley let out a strange sound as the ticklish sensation surprised him. Lyney repeated the soft tickle, his fingertips fluttering against his abdomen. Despite wearing his shirt, he could feel the tingly sensations right through it, and he shuddered.

“Ohohoh w-we’re hehe stahaharting ahahalready hmhmhm?” he chuckled, surprised that he already felt the urge to laugh while Lyney barely used any pressure.

“Yes, so hold still,” Lyney said, using his other hand to wiggle his fingers against his side. Just softly, without digging in too much, but enough to tickle.

“Hnghh yehehes o-of couhourse,” Wriothesley giggled. How silly. The reflex to move his arms was really there already, but he didn’t want to be in Lyney’s way. Lyney’s touch was so soft and delicate, like Lyney himself. It suited him. His fingers scratched very softly, rubbing circles against Wriothesley’s sides and tummy and causing him to let out a stream of giggles he had preferred to hold back.

“Hehehehe ahahalright y-you’re quihiihite good ahaaht thiihis,” he laughed to encourage Lyney. It felt quite ticklish, but he wouldn’t call it torture. More like a massage that made him laugh. It actually felt pleasant. 

“Ahhhahah!” Wriothesley jumped when Lyney’s fingers moved under his shirt. It felt entirely different to have those soft tickles on his bare skin, and he began to squirm. 

“A-ahahare you ehehenjoying yoursehehelf?” he asked Lyney, but he didn’t get a response. Lyney’s fingers tickled their way up his ribs and paid thorough attention to them, scribbling and fluttering as if Wriothesley’s ribs were the magician’s new musical instrument. They then traveled to his bare tummy and spidered lightly, causing Wriothesley to jump a second time and - oops. 

“Wrio?” Lyney asked in a warning tone when Wriothesley had grabbed Lyney’s wrist. 

“Hehehe reflex, sorry about that,” Wriothesley giggled, and he put his arms back beside himself. He hesitated and then raised them above his head. 

“I’ll - I’ll put them like this,” he said, and Lyney eyed him coldly.

“Good.” Wriothesley braced himself for the continuation of the tummy tickles, only for Lyney to suddenly reach for his exposed and vulnerable armpits.

“HYAh!” Wriothesley let out the most embarrassing sound and moved his arms down in an instant.

“It can’t tickle you this much, move your arms. I remember you telling me you’re not that ticklish at all, so it shouldn't be hard to keep your arms up,” Lyney said, wiggling his fingers gently against Wriothesley’s armpits despite his desperate attempts to defend them.

“Ahahaha I’m nohohot uhuhused to thihis!” Wriothesley laughed. He could remember it too; him telling Lyney confidently that he could try and tickle him back but that it would be no use, since he was not that ticklish. He then proceeded to tickle poor Lyney to tears. One of the many times… To think that Lyney put up with his apparent rough and ruthless tickle attacks for so long, and here Wriothesley was, already squirming and wriggling because of this very soft and gentle tickle session.

“Are you really going to keep moving your arms? I can’t tickle you properly,” Lyney complained when Wriothesley again moved his arms to cover up his most sensitive areas.

“If you can’t keep your hands away, I’m afraid I’ll have to use this.” 

Wriothesley heard a familiar sound, and the next second he saw his very own handcuffs being twirled around by Lyney. He was sure he carried those handcuffs on him earlier as he went out, kind of a habit even on his day off. When did he…?  

“Did you forget your boyfriend is a magician?” Lyney asked, judging the confused look on Wriothesley’s face.

“No I… I’m sorry.”

“Will you keep your hands out of the way, or do we cuff them?” Lyney proposed. Wriothesley shook his head.

“I’ll keep them out of the way. AHh-hehehe!” He was immediately laughing again and his hands shot forward to catch Lyney’s fingers that had tickled his hips all of a sudden.

“Y-you caught me off-guard!” Wriothesley whined, but Lyney shook his head and took the cuffs in his hands. He lifted himself off Wriothesley and flipped him over on his stomach. Just like that!

“We will do it like this,” he said, cuffing Wriothesley’s hands behind his back. Wriothesley wasn’t protesting but… he was also still processing the fact that Lyney was tying him up. He was going to tickle him while in a helpless state.

“That’s… Unfair. I never cuffed your hands when tickling you,” he tried to reason calmly. 

“Did you ever need to? Besides, what’s so bad about handcuffs? I know how to free myself from them. I’m sure you can do it as well, no need to be a magician for that, not-so-ticklish Mr. Wriothesley,” Lyney lectured. Eep. Wriothesley blushed for getting himself into this position, and he wondered how he was going to endure this. His confidence had kind of faded...

He waited for Lyney to turn him back around, only to suddenly feel an unbearable ticklish sensation on his sides as Lyney had wriggled his fingers there so he could brush against his bare sides and tummy from behind.

“Nahhah! Hehehe-” Wriothesley laughed. Maybe this position was a blessing. He was anything but cool right now and wouldn’t want to face Lyney like this!

“Does that tickle?” Lyney teased.

“Yehehes! It does- hahahaa!” Wriothesley felt his laughter increase and increase even more, especially when Lyney’s fingers climbed back up his ribs again. He squirmed and struggled, but with his hands tied behind his back, he really was more helpless than he had ever been before. 

And with those ticklish sensations intensifying…

“Lyehehe-Lyney! I’m reheheally sohohorry!” he apologized through uncontrollable giggles.

“Are you now?” Lyney sang. His fingers arrived at his armpits again and managed to find those sweet spots that made Wriothesley jump. He felt Lyney bounce on top of him, still straddling him, and more laughs and cackles left his lips.

“Eeehehehee! Dahahaamnh!” He wriggled from side to side. That tickled so bad! And still all this time, Lyney was only using minimal pressure. After tickling his armpits until Wriothesley’s voice got even louder, Lyney’s light tickles moved towards his neck. It was a spot Wriothesley hadn’t even tried on Lyney before since he’d just squeeze and claw at Lyney’s slender torso until he cackled, but he realized the neck could be rather sensitive with how much he was laughing and writhing.

“Nohohot thehehere!” he whined, moving his head from side to side. It was such a vulnerable spot, and Lyney skilfully trailed his fingers against the skin of his neck, under his chin, even his ears. Why did it tickle so much!

“Not here, really? Is this the spot?” he heard Lyney ask. Before he could process what happened, Lyney managed to flip him over on his back again with surprising strength for a guy so small. And finally Wriothesley could see his face again and… He was relieved to see him smile. He no longer had the cold aura around him. The look in his eyes was as soft and tender as his tickles were, and Wriothesley couldn’t help but blush and feel shy under his judging gaze all of a sudden.

“Plehehease,” he whined when Lyney’s fingers scribbled randomly at any spot they could find under his shirt. He arched his back and gasped.

“Please what?” Lyney asked, probably thinking he was going to beg him to stop the tickling.

“Kihihiss me,” Wriothesley giggled instead. He was so in need of that affection after seeing Lyney angry. Lyney smiled and leaned in.

“Ask again,” he said with a smirk, his fingers finding a really sensitive spot right at his waist and tickling it very softly with his nails.

“HNghehehhe! Kiss me,” Wriothesley moaned softly. Lyney finally closed the final distance between them and kissed him. Their lips moved together while Lyney’s fingers continued to explore the most sensitive places on his body. Which was... anywhere actually, Wriothesley learned. From his tummy to his sides, and he even moved his hands further and found a really sensitive spot on his lower back that made Wriothesley shudder when it was tickled with quick and soft little scribbles.

“AHhhaha not thehehere!” he laughed again, but Lyney shut him up with another kiss. Damn! Wriothesley’s entire body was on fire as he moaned, his giggles muffled while Lyney continued to kiss him more passionately.

They kissed and kissed, he laughed and giggled, and all of a sudden he heard a click. His hands were released from the handcuffs. He had no idea how his magical boyfriend did that so smoothly without him noticing, but he wasn’t going to ask. 

Satisfied with his freedom, he immediately wrapped Lyney into his arms and kissed him as if his life depended on it. However even while kissing, he now remembered: soft. He didn’t need to pin him down or squeeze him firmly, or kiss him without a break until he couldn’t breathe. He shouldn’t hold him too tightly, he shouldn't do anything that might hurt him. He could take it slow and easy, and he realized that was how Lyney enjoyed it the most.  

With Lyney still on top of him, they made out, and finally when they pulled apart, Wriothesley asked, just to be on the same page: “Are you still angry?” 

Lyney smiled. “I was never angry.” 

Wriothesley frowned. “Hm? You were very angry.” 

“Wasn’t. How else was I going to let you submit to this?” Lyney asked, demonstrating by tickling Wriothesley’s cheek and neck softly. Wriothesley responded with a sudden giggle and he twitched.

“Buhuhut…” Before he could ask, Lyney kissed him again.

“You forgot again. Your boyfriend is a magician, but also a performer. I know how to act.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course I was a little irritated. You tickled me so much until it did hurt a little, and I was also embarrassed. But everything else was just me making sure this would happen,” Lyney admitted, and he tickled Wriothesley again.

“I cahan’t believe y-you hehehe,” Wriothesley laughed, but he couldn’t help but hug him tightly again. He loved his boyfriend so much, and everyday he would still learn new things about him.

“So... About those gifts…” Lyney finally said, and he looked at the bags. 

“May I still receive them? I’m curious what they are.” 

Wriothesley chuckled and shook his head. “Of course. They’re all yours baby.” And he watched fondly how Lyney jumped off the bed and rushed towards the bags with adorable excitement. Yeah, never a dull day with a ticklish and sneaky cheeky magician Fatui as his boyfriend. But Wriothesley wouldn’t trade him for anyone else!

[Epilogue]

“Ahahahah! Wrioheheh-Wriothesleheheey! Nohoho!” Lyney couldn’t stop giggling as Wriothesley lightly tickled his stomach and sides. 

Hugging his newly gifted cat plushie tight didn’t give him any protection. The plushie even happened to be a nuisance when Wriothesley’s fingers found his underarms and brushed gently against the spots. Embracing the plushie, it was hard to move his arms, and Lyney kicked as a reflex. Of course that didn’t affect his huge boyfriend in the slightest.

“Hehehehe not thehehere! I cahahan’t mohohove!” 

It was the morning after a long and lustful night during their weekend together, and Lyney was currently facing Wriothesley’s wrath and revenge for tricking him the previous day. Well, it did result in something. He now tickled him with so much care, softness and tenderness. In a way it felt even more ticklish than ever. It felt better.

“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.” 

Ah, they had also officially introduced a safeword now: “Nehehever!” Alright, that wasn’t the actual safeword. No way would Lyney surrender now. But, the safeword was ‘jellyfish’. Just a random word they came up with together during their heated night together, but with the way Wriothesley was indulging him right now, Lyney doubted he should ever use it. 

“Alright, then I’ll continue tickling you just as I please~”  

Wriothesley sounded so happy and content that Lyney couldn’t help but feel that his little act really paid off. Just another improvement in his remarkable romance with the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide!

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Random hc’s wriolette edition (sick editon)

Honestly, I can see Wriothesley being sick the most out of the two

Mans comes home one day and just starts sneezing like crazy. Definitely won’t admit he’s sick until he actually gets sick

As a person who drinks hot water with lemon when sick, I hc him to be that person too. Will refuse to stop working and rest, much to the dismay of Neuvilette

“I’ll be fine it’s just a small cold” *Wakes up the next day with a fever* “…okay, maybe it isn’t just a small cold-“

Idk why, but I see Neuvillette to be the type to make something warm for Wrio to eat, like some soup. He would do some light scolding cuz he’s just genuinely worried

Anyways, that’s all, take care out there folks -🐺

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Good morning, I hope you slept well

I just wanna apologize to the other Wrio anon, I didn't realize there was one until I checked the tag for my letters, ehehe.. So, sorry for stepping on your toes, chap. I just wanted to try a new character and I knew you were weak for Wriothesley :P -🐺🖤

!! Hi hi babes !! Good morning/timezone to you too !!

I can’t exactly speak for them, but since it’s been quite a while since any Wrio anons aside from yourself have graced me with their presence, I don’t imagine they’d mind very much about you being here!

But it did get me thinking— I think I’ll make your chara anon tag a bit more distinct, if that’s alr !! <3

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wanna eep :<

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I forgor to post this Wrio cheeb too sadasdad

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Wrio art dump 🐺

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Razor and the Lupical "features"

Wriothesley has joined Razor's Lupical!! 🐺 Don't worry... He'll get his little wolf ears when he grows up too and decides his own fashion 🤭💜

On a sidenote, I got Wriothesley early and won my 50/50!! The problem was that I lost in the weapon banner TWICE and only got Cashflow Supervision after 180 pulls (got elegy and then skyward atlast).... 😭💔 Really a wallet hogger huh... In the end I said f it and decided to throw my last 30 pulls in the Wrio banner and actually got his C1! Triple crowned the king and gave him the set I prefarmed for (I still need better substats) and he's so fun to play! I just need to learn how to manage the HP fluctuation better. Maybe Sigewinne in the future will actually be a really good support for him, if not Furina.

Anyways, How did everyone's pulls go?

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