#dom wriothesley

[cupidkyu]

✧ﾟ･: A GOOD PET,OR A DISOBEDIENT ONE? which does he prefer?

REQUESTED

a/n: kinda disappeared srry guys 🧍🏻I promise I will try 2 make moree,,but yea an anonymous requested me with genshin/star rail men. . . but u can imagine it with any charc u like

sub!gn!reader x dom!male!charc

OBEDIENT . men who likes it when you're behaving right, being the good boy/girl you are. constantly praising and just slamming into your sweet spot as a reward. don't fight back, don't backtalk,all of that will just get you in trouble! he doesn't wanna punish a sweet thing like you. the way you clench around his cock when he's deep inside you, intertwining fingers with him.

your thighs are trembling and he's cooeing sweetly to you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears,you know he loves how angelic you look,he just can't resist you. you just lay there and take it like the good cockwhore you were for him,and just for him.

“you take me in so well, darling.. just a little more, yeah? you can? hngh—.. wouldn't wanna waste a single drop of you.”

jingyuan,cyno, neuvillette,heizou, aether,dan heng,boothill,,jiaoqiu,welt, zhongli,scaramouche,ayato,your faves

DIRTY BITCH . men who likes it when you're being bratty,who likes it when you're whining and complaining about him not giving you attention. he'd pretend to get annoyed and sigh at your dumb rambling. you're tugging on his sleeve as an attempt for him to shift his focus towards you,but he doesn't budge,no he doesn't. he wants you to act more and more disobedient so when he finally snaps,he can take it all out on you.

he's purposefully ignoring that specific spot, watching you struggle and insulting him. telling him to hurry up already. but once he does? oh dear..he's going crazy,fucking you like there's no tomorrow. he's looking down at you,his nails digging deep into your hips, reducing you to a whimpering and messy slut. your eyes roll back at the pace he's going,your waist,shoulders, anywhere he can get his mouth on bruised with hickies,he's smug about it too.

“whats wrong,baby? I know you can take it. for me,okay? mhmm..~ you feel so warm around me,you're so pathetic..”

tighnari,blade,wanderer, childe, venti,pantalone,kinich,wriothesley,your faves

[anananass]

Wriothesley x Fem!Reader ~ Desk Job

warning: NSFW

tags: cunninlingus, oral (receiving), overstimulation, praise, fluff with smut, doing inappropriate things in the Duke’s office, over his desk, teasing, romanticism sorta

note: it’s his favourite place, that’s it I said it

wc: 1k

“Wriothesley…” you whimpered shamelessly, legs trembling with each flick of a tongue lingering around your sensitive Bud. The Duke let out a pleased hum, his warm breath brushing against your soaking folds that vibrated once it processed the sensation.

He stopped momentarily just to see how much of an impact it would have on you but instead found himself mesmerized by the breathtaking portrait of your exposed body laid down so alluringly just for him. The way the drops of sweat trailed down your breasts, leaving glimmering lines behind that only served to bring new color to the imagery of you. The expression of vulnerability and yearning mixed with satisfaction that was smeared all across your face was something he could stare at for hours. He couldn't fathom how much prettier he was making you look, he couldn't get it out of his head. He got lost in this newfound beauty within you, which only drove him to grow even more infatuated with your being.

With fingers holding tangles of his hair into a forceful tug, you clenched them and pulled them even more tightly as he made his way back down to your entrance. His tip made sure to firmly graze each inch it could find just to hear you cry out from the lack of activity he was suddenly denying you.

As to be expected, you grew displeased with this change of plans, impatient even. Your pants of disapproval only served to arouse him but the sight of you slowly spiraling into a begging mess was something he wanted to savor for a bit longer. He wasn’t denying only your pleasure, but his own too.

“Please, don’t,” you begged with a powerful shudder that sent chills down his spine. It caused his breaths to grow heavier, but he wanted to toy with his favorite place for a little longer until he couldn't resist giving in anymore.

“You taste so good…” he said softly, his low words being mixed in with a faint moaning noise coming from within his mouth. The Duke slowly pulled his tongue away just to flash you an intent gaze accompanied by a wide smirk. That stupid smirk of his that looked so good and made you boil with even more desire. “I could have you for dinner every day, spread out this nicely all over my desk.” He licked his lips, making sure not an ounce of your juice was left in the vicinity of his mouth, but soon enough he lowered his head back to town into his meal, and as soon as the sweet whiff of fluids hit his nose, he couldn't hold his composure anymore. “Wouldn’t you like that? My dear Y/N.” you could hardly discern his muffled noises.

Feeling his swirls crash against your clit once more caused you to lose balance within yourself, so much that you couldn't even offer him a proper reply. Yet, you sensed his motions turn a bit Wilder as if he was a hungry Wolf attempting to dig in as much as he could.

His hands which were beautifully wrapped around the sides of your thighs pulled you closer to his face, and suddenly he began burying his front deeper into your love box. It forced you to squirm and tug at his hair once more, but this time he was quick to respond by clenching the clasp around your flesh. His tongue pushed and circled at a speedy pace, making sure no corner was left unattended. He was going from one spot to the other, visiting your sensitivity midway to pay a little closer attention.

You rolled your eyes back, body arching into the hardness of his desk so goodly that the angle got even better for him. His eyes lifted themselves just to watch the moan escaping your mouth, and as soon as his favorite melody was chanted, you were able to sense him press more firmly through ragged grunts.

His movements eventually turned slow and calm yet even more arousing than before. As he did that, one of his hands reached to grip your waist just so he could dig his nails into you, but upon doing that you felt your own climax reaching its peak. The stimulation was getting you heated by the second, you swore you never felt him like that before.

Wriothesley took immediate notice of it and spared no second to ensure you’d receive it as soon as possible. If his beautiful princess was fast approaching her arrival, his duty was to make it come to reality sooner than that. He quickly began increasing the speed at which he was handling you, his tongue pushing around much faster than before. His eyes made sure to watch you go through your struggle the whole time, just so he didn't risk missing on it.

One last flick of the tongue was all you needed to finally come undone, bursting from the inside once you felt your insides explode with the clenching sensation. Your hands grabbed the Duke’s hair so hard that he groaned and gripped you a little too forcefully which further had your legs giving out. An ear-piercing wail escaped from within your sealed lips as you bobbed your head back in utter fulfillment, body shuddering in place. You needed more than usual to recover after something like this, and he was going to give it to you for as long as you required.

Once you began calming yourself down, Wriothesley slowly lifted his head to take in the result of his actions. His eyes traversed your whole body up and down, taking in as much as they could. He was slowly memorizing this new picture in front of him, wishing to be able to have the honor of witnessing it more often from now on. It was more of a promise than a desire, one he was slowly getting worked up for.

“Good Girl.” you heard him mutter quite proudly, but the amount of energy this whole stunt drained out of you left you able to only chuckle in response.

“Should have said that sooner,” you managed to get out a tease which rather aroused him, so much that he gave you the opportunity to gaze upon the appearance of another intent smirk blooming over his face.

His grace leaned down to melt his lips against yours, hungry for their touch after paying nothing but attention to his other favorite pair for so long. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

[heizouz]

thinking hard about wriothesly that makes you touch yourself on his desk as he works, purposefully only running his hands across your open thighs once in a while as you whine for him to help. he surprisingly has a lot of self restraint—despite the tenting in his pants—so it's only after he's had enough of his work that he pulls his full attention towards you. wriothesly that stands above you from where you sit, legs spread on his desk, wolfish grin pulling at his lips as his hand dances across your inner thighs to finally give you what you've been crying for. (he'll have you over the desk later, hand curled into your hair and growling praises into your ear from behind.)

[yuu3585]

𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝜗𝜚

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 - Wriothesley x Cyno

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - Modern settings/au, older man x younger man, Cyno has a vagina, daddy kink, breeding?, fingering, kind of rough sex, kissing, neck kissing/marking, crying (Cyno), first time/ loss of virginity (Cyno), non-mentioned daddy issues, fluff at the end

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎’𝚜 - Boy, naughty boy, bunny boy, good boy, & daddy

𝚆𝙲 - 4.1k (damn)

𝚊𝚘𝟹 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 - (♥)

𝙰/𝙽 - Wrio is 46 while Cyno is 22 and in college, character x character, mdni (17+), Wriothesley has two kids Clementine (3), & Lucien (4).

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Tik Tok Tik

The clock ticked, as Cyno carefully closed the door behind him, taking a small breath of relief. He smiles running his finger through his neatly braided hair, the apartment was quiet only sound being Cyno’s bare feet against the wooden floor and the ticking of the old clock at the end of the hall

Cyno checks his phone, swiping through it as he waited for a certain someone to return home, it’s late… later then Wriothesley usually is

“Damn old man…”

Cyno mumbles, sitting down onto the somewhat small couch… stretching himself across it while scrolling through his phone… looking over new’s articles or something one of his friends sent

A few minutes past before the apartment door screeches open, revealing Wriothesley… he’s old to say by Cyno standards the man’s in his late forties, wearing a blackish blue suit with a red tie loosely tied around his next

“Sorry I’m late Cyno… I’ll pay you extra”

Wriothesley says in a gruff voice, as he shuts the apartment door, Cyno leans up staring at Wriothesley with curious eyes. Slipping his phone into his shorts pocket “Rough day, Mr. Wrio?” Cyno questioned, staring at the older man

Wriothesley waves a hand at Cyno in

Acknowledgment, slipping his suit jack off revealing a more muscular body underneath a white dress shirt. His muscles flex as he rolls the shirt’s sleeves up to his hairy forearms

“I’ll walk you home after I get a drink”

Wriothesley whispers, walking into the kitchen letting out small breaths as Cyno lays back down on the couch. Crossing his legs over one another, as he waits for Wriothesley to return

The younger man hums lowly, biting down on one of his fingers… cheeks reddening as his mind floors with lustful thoughts of Mr. Wriothesley, using his strong arms to hold him up as he rams his cock inside him… fucking him til day break, or till he’s satisfied

“No stop it! He’s too old for you…” Cyno whispers, squeezing his thighs together… already feeling his pussy dripping against his boxer, Cyno blushes more at his lustful thoughts. He’s been babysitting for the older man since he moved into the apartment a floor down a few months ago

“You seem stressed boy, Clem and Luc didn’t cause you trouble right?”

Wriothesley's voice broke Cyno out of thought, looking up to the man standing beside him… Holy shit he’s hot, Cyno thought; throat drying up as he tried to speak, “O-oh no..no they were perfect angles, promise!” He mumbles, smiling up at the older man

He hums, taking a sip of his drink before moving to the other side of the couch “Mind mov… never mind” He whispers, grabbing both of Cyno’s ankles with one of his hands.. he sits down setting Cyno feet down against his lap, Wriothesley sips his drink again; free hand setting on top of Cyno’s feet

Cyno covers his mouth, bites the inside of his cheek. Blush creeping back up his face again, warm red eyes watching Wriothesley closely; “You like painting you're nails… boy?” Wriothesley questioned, leaning into the couch more letting out a groan…

Cyno pushes his thighs together again, feeling his boxer get wetter “Y-yeah I like to paint my nails… do you?” He questioned, smiling behind his hand, Wriothesley hums looking over to Cyno slightly “Clem likes too, and I couldn’t be happier; you should paint hers sometime?” He answers, taking a sip of his drink again… Cyno smiles crossing his arms over his chest

“Yeah I’ll do that sometime with her, anything else I should know Mr. Wrio?” He questions, feeling himself get wetter; Wriothesley sets his drink down callus hands starting to rub Cyno feet, “No but I do want to say, thank you for watching me kids! After my wife left us I’ve been a stressed mess, you really are a life saver boy”

Wriothesley compliments, smiling at Cyno as he rubs his feet… “How’s collage? Anything you can spill?” He asks, rubbing Cyno’s feet gently. The younger man bites his lip; holding back a whimper. He swallows nervously, starting to speak cautiously “Nothing much… hehe just normal things”

Wriothesley hums, running his hands over Cyno’s feet “You’re stuttering a lot, something on you're mind?” he questions looking over to Cyno, the younger man hums softly giving Wriothesley a small smile.

Shit… Cyno thought, feeling himself get wetter and wetter as Wriothesley gave the must unsexual touches, for everything the man was massaging his feet, and he was getting off on it. If Mr. Wriothesley ever knew this he would probably be disgusted by the act “Have you finished you're drink?” Cyno asks, voice cracking as he speaks

Wriothesley stops looking over to Cyno, callous hands continuing to massage the younger man’s feet “You seem eager to leave, usually you’d talk with me for a few minutes… collage getting to you?” Wriothesley questions, icy eyes staring into Cyno’s warm red ones… it quiet for a moment as the two stare at one another

“You're hiding something!”

Wriothesley finally says, thumb pressing into Cyno's foot hard. Cyno looks away blushing harshly as his toes curl at Wriothesley’s touch, he laughs a little pushing harder into Cyno foot “Mind telling this old man what’s going on?” Cyno stays silent, feeling himself getting wetter at the thought of Wriothesley finding out…

“I-I… I’ve been… having sexual feelings for you Mr. Wriothesley! A-and if you wish not to see me again I understand stand” He admits, covering his face in embarrassment… Wriothesley pauses staring at Cyno in shock, it takes a moment before he speaks again

“Get up!”

Is all that leaves Wriothesley’s lips, before he stands up. Cyno listens standing up, keeping a couple feet away from him. As his thighs stick together, Wriothesley turns to him, taking a step forward, grabbing at Cyno’s shoulder.

“You naughty little boy…”

Is all that Cyno hears before, feeling his lips against Wriothesley’s. Their ruff and slightly dry against his own, his stubble prickling against his face. Hesitantly he wraps his arms around Wriothesley’s neck pulling him closer. A small laugh leaves Wriothesley lips, as he pulls the younger man closer to him

Cyno stands on his tip toes as they kiss, eyes blissfully closed enjoying every moment of this kiss. Wriothesley’s hands move down Cyno’s body rough hands resting at the boy’s hips, his somewhat thick jacket and shirt blocking Wriothesley from feeling his warm body

Wriothesley pulls away, a string of saliva connecting the two. It feels hot or cold…? Cyno shivers as he opens his eyes staring up at the older man, body aching for more from the man

“P-please m-more!”

He begs, pulling Wriothesley slightly closer to him body wishing for more from the older man, Wriothesley stares hands lowering as Cyno begs him for more, voice quiet in his ears. He groans for a moment hands dipping down grabbing the back of Cyno thighs scooping him up

“Holy shit…”

He curses, feeling the wetness of Cyno’s shorts against his stomach, he stands there proceedings his situation. Callous hands holding Cyno still against him, the boy's breath hot against the older man's neck. He groans hands digging into the boys thighs, causing a small whimper to leave Cyno’s lips

Wriothesley takes a ragged breath, groaning as he hears Cyno whimper. The older man's hand moved up the boy’s thighs causing him to shiver, and let out another whimper. At this rate Wriothesley was close to the edge, feeling the wetness of his shorts against his stomach; the whimpers he lets out… What other noises could this boy let out?

There’s a shift as Wriothesley starts to walk keeping Cyno close to his chest, the boy mumbles in confusion till the sound of a door shutting hard makes him look up, he’s set down bare feet hitting the cold wood floor of Wriothesley’s room. He shivers as the older man walks past him, hearing a light flick on causes Cyno to turn. He faced with Wriothesley’s tall form staring down at him icy eyes looking into his warm red one’s

“Strip”

Is all Wriothesley says as he takes a seat at the edge of his messing bed, Cyno stares holding onto his jacket tightly. He breathes quickly, sliding the jacket off dropping it onto the floor next to him. Wriothesley hums watching eagerly as Cyno’s hands find the hem of his white shirt; he pulls it off cold air hitting his exposed chest causing him to freeze. Causing Wriothesley to groan eyes wondering over his exposed chest

Hands itching to pinch the boys harded nips between his fingers, or kiss and mark them… Cyno stares, hands slowly pulling his shorts down; cheeks blushing a dark red. The room is silent, feeling tense as Wriothesley icy eyes wander over the boys body

“M-Mr. Wrio… I-I” “Come…!”

Cyno stutters trying to speak to Wriothesley before the man interrupts him, patting his clothes thigh, spreading his legs apart for the boy, Cyno nervously walks over to Wriothesley, standing in between his thighs. Arms covering his chest, away from Wriothesley lustful eyes

A groan leaves Wriothesley’s lips as he hooks one of his fingers onto Cyno’s shorts, he looks up at the nervous boy in front of him. Giving him a gentle smile before slowly pulling the shorts down, the clothing slightly sticking to his thighs causing Wriothesley to give a small laugh

Cyno blushes covering his face from Wriothesley, a hum leaves the man’s lips as he pulls the shorts all the way down leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Wriothesley’s hands glide’s up Cyno legs grabbing the boy's hips gently, rubbing his fingers into the boy's sensitive skin. Cyno blushes darkened as he feels Wriothesley’s touch

It’s silent as the two stare at one another, Cyno shakes as Wriothesley’s fingers tug at the hem of his boxers. The man’s icy eyes staring up at the boy’s warm red ones, it’s slow as Wriothesley pulls the boxers down smirking up at Cyno

The man’s eyes trail down Cyno's body, fingers creasing over the boy’s thighs. Eyes hungrily looking over his tense body before linger on his lower half, fingers spreading his legs apart slightly

“You're dripping, naughty boy”

Wriothesley whispers, hands moving to Cyno’s ass grabbing it tightly causing the boy to let out a welp. He laughs, smoothing his thumb over Cyno’s ass; lust filled eyes staring up at the boy.

He stands up, knees popping as he does, icy eyes taking in Cyno’s flushed form. He hums softly fingers tracing against the boys back

They stand in place for a few moments, Wriothesley's fingers moving down to rub up against Cyno’s inner thighs, he smiles as the boy shakes from his touches. Icy eyes drifting over Cyno shivering body meeting the boys warm red eyes

He smiles sitting back down onto the bed, fingers inching closer to Cyno’s puffy clit. He stops just as he feels just how wet Cyno was, a low laugh leaves his lips thumb pressing into the boys puffy folds gently. He wasn’t quite sure if the boy had been with someone before, but you should start slow to not stress the one receiving

“If you want… you could sit on my lap while I do this!” Wriothesley quietly asked, looking up at Cyno flushed face. The boy shakes his head, the old man hums, moving his thumb away from the boy's clit. It quiet as Cyno moves turning his back to Wriothesley before sitting down onto his lap, the man rest his chin against the boy’s shoulder as a soft sigh leaves Cyno’s lips

Wriothesley hums, hands spreading Cyno’s legs apart, a small whimper leaves his lips as the cold air nips at his exposed skin. Wriothesley hums fingers rubbing circles into the boy's legs before moving to his clit. He lingers for a moment fingers spread the puffy folds apart

“Mr. Wrio… I’ve never done this before!” Cyno mumbles, covering his flushed face up. Wriothesley laughs slightly, pressing a kiss to the boy's neck, “Shhh~ don’t worry… I’ll do all the work, bunny boy~” He whispers into Cyno ear pressing a kiss to it before sliding one of his thick fingers in

Cyno whimpers, pressing himself against Wriothesley… He really is new to all of this huh…? Wriothesley hums, thrusting his singler fingers in and out of Cyno, a wet pop sounding as he does. Wriothesley shushes Cyno pressing soft kisses to the boy’s neck, stubble kissing against him as well as he tries to calm him down, sticking another finger in. Causing Cyno to moans loudly, Wriothesley covers his mouth stopping his finger thrusts

“I need you to be quiet for me bunny boy, we can’t have Clem and Luc wake up!” He whispers, curling his fingers into Cyno causing him to let out a muffled moan. Wriothesley shush him more as he picks up the pace, hand moving down to pinch at the boys nips

“D-daddy please…” Cyno whimpers, tears streaming down his face, Wriothesley freezes for a moment. Cyno hands grabbing at the older man’s pinching his nip, a low groans leaves Wriothesley's lips as he shoves another finger into Cyno’s clit

“Daddy huh…?” Wriothesley asked, voice low in Cyno's ear, as his hand pinching Cyno’s nip grabbed the boy's jaw, turning his face slightly to his own. “Say it again… naughty boy” He whispered, breath sending shivers down the younger man’s spine

“D-daddy please…” He whispers again, closing his eyes as his stomach tightens into a knot, noting a fast approaching orgasm coming. Wriothesley smiles, pressing their lips together against as he picks up the pace his fingers fucking Cyno faster.

A small whimper leaves Cyno lips as he feels something hard against his bare ass, a groan leaves Wriothesley’s lips as he finds his way inside Cyno mouth. Fighting with Cyno’s tongue slightly as he explores the other’s mouth. Fingers covering in slick and arousal as it drips down his scared hand onto the floor

They separate saliva connecting them again, Wriothesley smiles pressing a kiss to Cyno’s forehead, his stubble scratching against his face. “Cum like a good boy for me” He whispers, waiting for Cyno to comply. He does after a few more thrust of Wriothesley’s fingers, he breathes heavily as tears stream down his cheeks again. Wriothesley smiles as he removes his fingers, a wet pop sounding in the quiet room…

“Good boy…” He whispers, wrapping his arm around Cyno's chest as he licks his fingers clean. The release on the man fingers tasted of something divine, Cyno shivers as he feels that thing against his ass again. His thighs squeezing shut as his orgasm leaves his body, a hum leaves Wriothesley’s lips, pressing small kisses to the back of the boy’s neck stubble causing Cyno to laugh a little

They sit there for a moment, before Wriothesley stands up with Cyno in his arms. Setting him down onto the bed, Cyno looks up eyes wandering around Wriothesley’s body staring at his hairy arms, and the small smile against his lips

Wriothesley leans up looking down at Cyno as he unbuttons his shirt, discarding it onto the floor alongside the boys. He hums hands dancing up the smaller males legs, rubbing gentle circles into them. A groan leaves Wriothesley’s lips as he feels his cock tighten against his pants, he curses wanting to take it a little slow for Cyno but his body had other plans. A low breath leaves the man’s lips as his hands leave Cyno’s legs

The boys lay on the bed confused questioning just what’s going on, what’s next? Are they finished? His eyes wander till he hears Wriothesley’s belt unhook, a shiver runs up his spine as he listens.

This is were the to have intercourse right? Or is Cyno remembering wrong from what other students said, his mind wanders as he thinks what comes next… not noticing his thighs being separated, he thinks back to what others had said. He’s quiet as his mind tries to think of what will come next

“Cyno!” Wriothesley quietly shouts, hands tightly holding Cyno’s waist as the boys comes back to reality. He looks up slightly, eyes meeting with Wriothesley’s. They stare at each other for a few moments, the room’s quiet other then the AC turning on.

“You want this right…?” Wriothesley questions, rubbing circles into the boys sides. Cyno stares, his hand reaching up to Wriothesley. He leans down allowing his face to be cupped by the boy, “I’m quite sure… Wriothesley” he mumbles fingers creasing his face nicely

Wriothesley leans up, spreading Cyno’s legs apart more, his hands grab Cyno hips bringing him closer to his pelvis. “Don’t be too loud, be a good boy for me!” He whispers, thumbs spreading Cyno’s puffy folds as he stares into the boys “innocent” eyes

He presses the tip in, causing Cyno to moaning quietly as he leans his head back against the mess bed. A small sigh leaves Wriothesley’s lips as he slowly enters Cyno, the boys walls clench and spread around his cock. Cyno cry’s quietly as he feels himself be opened up by Wriothesley’s thick cock

“D-Daddy…” he mumbles, gripping the sheets tightly as tears well in his eyes. Wriothesley groans as he slowly enters the boy, opening him up like a blossoming flower in spring. The room fills with quiet moans, groans, and mumbles as the older man takes his time. Thrusting into the boys tight pussy, Wriothesley groans hands grabbing Cyno hips pulling him down more

Moans, low whimpers and cries leave Cyno’s lips as Wriothesley enters him fully. “Good boy… taking daddy so well” he whispers, leaning down to Cyno’s neck pressing soft kisses to calm Cyno’s shaky form. He’s thrust slowly using the boys hips to help with his thrust, small praises leaving Wriothesley’s lips as he starts to go a little faster

Wriothesley groans, biting down on Cyno’s neck, leaving marks against his skin. “Daddy… t-to much!” Cyno moans, his arms wrapping around Wriothesley’s neck. “Shh~ you can handle it…” he whispers, thrusting harder into the boy's pussy. Balls slapping against Cyno’s clit, hands grabbing at his hips harder fingers digging in the boys skin

Cyno moans, pressing his face into Wriothesley’s chest tears staining his cheeks. He moans as his back arches as Wriothesley fuck into him “Daddy m-more give me more!” He begs, nails digging into Wriothesley’s skin marking up his back. He groans pressing the into the bed, it creaking as he fucks into the boy. Cyno cries out holding onto Wriothesley tightly

The bedroom fills with sounds of pleasure, and sex. Wriothesley groans, leaving love bite’s against Cyno’s neck as he cries, legs wrapping around Wriothesley’s waist as he clenches around the older man’s cock. “C-close… d-daddy m-more!” He moans, leaving his own little love bites against Wriothesley’s chest.

He cries as his pussy is slammed into, his neatly braid hair now a mess sticking to his back and face. Wriothesley groans his pelvis hair covering in Cyno slit and left over cum, he huffs a few breaths as he gets close as well. “G-good boy…” Wriothesley groans, grabbing Cyno’s hips tightly as he fuck into him more

The bed's headboard hits up against the wall, scratching at the wall's paint. “D-daddy! C-close closes!” He moans, crying more as his walls clench around Wriothesley’s cock and a knot forms in his stomach. A groan leaves Wriothesley’s lips as he slows his pace.

He fucks into Cyno slowly drawing out both of their orgasm’s slowly, he breaths deeply as he presses kisses against the boys neck… biting him gently leaving little red marks against Cyno’s marked skin. “C-cumming cumming!” Cyno whimpers, the knot in his stomach snapping. Release covering his cock, Wriothesley breathes as Cyno arms and legs let go of him, laying motionless on the bed… Wriothesley cum’s as well covering Cyno insides white

He slumps up against Cyno wrapping his hairy arms against the boy, “Good boy… you did well for daddy!” Wriothesley praises, peppering kisses against Cyno face causing the boy to laugh as the older man’s stubble pricks his face. “S-stop…!” Cyno laughs wearing his arms around Wriothesley’s neck

They stay there for a moment tangled in each other arms, the bed creaks as Wriothesley stands up holding Cyno up against him “Let’s get you cleaned up and get some rest” he mumbles pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead

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The apartment smells of delicious food as two small black haired children step into the kitchen holding each other's hand “Papa…?” They both question rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. Wriothesley hums turning his head to the two “Good morning, did you sleep well?” He questioned, staring down at his two children

Clem looks up first, spotting the marks up against Wriothesley’s back “Papa what happened to you're back?” She questioned, stepping closer to her father. Luc the oldest looks past his father spotting someone standing in front of him

“Papa… who’s that?” He questions pointing to the person Wriothesley standing behind. He laughs, turning away from his children for a moment a quiet hum coming from the other person. Wriothesley turns fully to the children, arms wrapped around… Cyno stomach. They both stare as the smaller males smiles at the two children “Good morning Clem! Good morning Luc!” He says cheerfully, staring down at the two

“CYNO!” Clem cheers sprinting over to him wrapping her arms around Cyno’s exposed legs, he smiles panting her head as Wriothesley holds onto him tightly. Luc walks up putting a hand onto his fathers leg “Is Cyno okay?” He questions, as his pale blue eyes stare up into Wriothesley’s icy eyes. The man hums, moving one of his hands to Luc head ruffling the boys hair

“He's fine… just a little sore to say!” He smiles, moving his hand back to Cyno's stomach, holding him up against his chest. Clem looks up noticing that Cyno is wearing one of her fathers shirts “Papa why is Cyno wearing you're shirt? And we’re you're?” She questions, icy eyes staring up into her father

Wriothesley sighs, smiling “He… stayed the night and didn’t have any clothes so he’s wearing mine!” Clem smiles as her father explains, Cyno laughs a little at the small children stare up at they’re father

“Why is Cyno neck covered in red spots?” Luc questions, squinting his eyes at Cyno’s neck, the two adults stare for a moment “M-mosquitoes!” Cyno quickly says, smiling down at the young boy. Luc hums taking his sisters hand

“Okay… come one Clem! Our show will start soon!” Luc states taking of with his sister, leaving the kitchen. Cyno sighs leaning his head up against Wriothesley’s chest “You did good! Bunny good…” The older man whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of Cyno’s neck. A mumble leaves the boy's mouth looking back at the old man. “You own me for my inability to walk!” Cyno states, poking Wriothesley in the chest

He laughs, smiling Turing the two back to the stove… “Don’t worry I’ll take you on a nice date for the trouble I caused you and… you're leg’s” He whispers, smiling as Cyno hums, flipping the pancake in the pan over

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The two children eat messily as their show plays, Cyno sits up against the couch a blanket draped over his legs as he eats with the two Children, Wriothesley smiles as his gaze drifts over to Cyno’s sitting form. He sighs holding the trash bag in his hand tightly

“I’ll be back, be good… don’t give Cyno any trouble!” Wriothesley says looking over to his children they hum before eating again. The man hums leaving the three alone as he takes out the trash

Clem looks over to Cyno, turning her head slightly as she stares. “You stayed the night where’d you sleep?” she questioned, putting her fork down Luc’s looks over to Cyno as well. “We um…”

“C-close… d-daddy m-more!”

Cyno blushes, as he thinks back to last night biting his down on the fork in his hand “I shared a room with you're father…” He finally says, smiling down at the two children. Clem smiles, turning back to the T.V. while Luc hums doing the same as his sister. Cyno breathes leaning back against the couch, closing his eyes as the two children eat

He feels a dip in the couch next to him, opening his eyes Wriothesley stares down at him holding onto a medium sized paper “Wanna read it?” He questions, holding the paper out to Cyno

The boy reads over the paper… it’s a noise complaint “Seems we may have to be quieter next time… don’t you think naughty boy?” Wriothesley whispers, hands rest resting up against Cyno’s legs

“Y-yes Daddy”

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[angelsrcute]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

[livelaughlovesubs]

I’m having unholy thoughts again but-

Imagine manhandling someone bigger/stronger than you

They could break free so easily and overpower you or show off their strength, but they are letting you do it to them instead. Watching with curiosity and excitement as you grab their waist and push them around. They’d be so passive all the time, wanting, desiring and hoping you’d just pin them to the bed with their legs spread. Force them into whatever position you desire, the more humiliating the better. Tie them up, hold their wrists together and be rough with their body. Make them feel vulnerable and weak, take away the control from them and turn them into mindless whores~

(Bonus, if they are really big too and muscular ugh)

Gojo, sukuna, suguru, alhaitham, wriothesley, Blade, Jing Yuan, fyodor (?), Douma, Mammon, Lucifer

[plaguechyld]

Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...

It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.

"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.

The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.

Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.

"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.

Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.

"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.

No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡

KAEYA, CHILDE, dottore, kaveh, boothill, DOUMA, sunday, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, zhongli, HAWKS, wriothesley, alhaitham, dabi, dan heng, jing yuan, AVENTURINE, dr. ratio, your favs...

[cupidkyu]

just imagine having him on your lap,, fingering him while his legs were spread. why?

u don't know. both of u just hate each other so much.

" hngh-~ " he would moan out. tears of pleasure rolling down, embarrassing himself. " f'- asshole- " he'd mumble between his moans,it was so cute you just wanna make him cry even more.

" ah..but who's the one crying here,slut. " watching him squim while you fuck his stretched hole.

" mmf~! ah~-! " you'd hear him yell. getting your finger deeper.

" c'mon~ just admit that you like this and I'll give u what you really want..~ "

wriothesley,gojo,blade,jingyuan,your faves<3

[zhxngii]

I need to talk about this bc of some art i saw. i know i might've mentioned this before (idk?) but omggg

 ⎯⎯ 𒁍 Having a man on his knees before you as you sit there before him in such a pretty little outfit paired with some nice heels. He sits there with pink-tinted cheeks, looking almost embarrassed as he realizes just how hard he's become while in this position, a whine coming from his throat once you give the leash a small tug, lifting his chin with the tip of your heel afterward for him to look at you.

Oh, the look in his eyes like he just wants to eat you up already, wants to follow every order you give him. Will gladly sit there through your teasing antics, might just get desperate and beg for you to give it to him already but he's enjoying it so much with how turned on he is right now.

The satisfied moan coming from his lips once you finally hover over him and sink your wet cunt onto his cock. The way he'll pant and tug at the restraints around his wrists behind his back, leaving him no choice but to just sit there and take your slow pace. How badly, terribly how he wants you to go faster, trying his utmost best to keep still and not thrust up into you because of how good you feel.

Kaeya, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Itto, Jing Yuan, Welt Yang, Gepard, Blade, Sampo, Dan heng. + your f/os.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I Heart Subs ❤️ pt. 5

Thinking about the subs that absolutely need to cockwarm you, no matter what you were doing or what they were doing beforehand.

They need you to fill their mouth so that they can relax, maybe even let their mind go blank for a while. You ease your dick into their wet mouth and they hum around it, the feeling of something heavy — but not too heavy — on their tongue is bliss.

Your fingers absentmindedly play with their hair while you begin to relax too. The light scratching on their scalp lulls them even further into this wonderland that you share.

Alternatively...

They climb into your lap and beg to be your sweet little cockwarmer. Your beloved's bottom clothing is discarded before they slowly ease themselves down onto your length, taking the whole thing in with a deep sigh.

Their hole is warm and tight– and they soon relax. Muscles go slack while they lean back against your chest or, if they're facing you, they wrap their arms around your neck and doze off.

They need to feel you inside of them, warm and comforting, while they work. Or while you drape a blanket over your laps and watch tv, play a game, read, or do some other activity. The way you make them feel whole whenever you're connected like this becomes heaven.

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— HANMA, MIKEY, Wakasa, ALHAITHAM, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

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[yuu3585]

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 ୨୧

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 - Wriothesley x Cyno

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - Cyno has a vagina, Oral (Cyno receiving), fingering/finger fucking, non-mentioned age gap, mentioned marking, office sex, sex mentioned at the end

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎’𝚜 - Good boy, pretty boy, bunny, little prince, your grace

𝚆�� - 1.3k

𝚊𝚘𝟹 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 - (♥)

𝙰/𝙽 - mdni (17+), character x character story, reposted after deleting the old one

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A small moan echoed in the Duke’s quiet office of the Meropide as he kneeled to the general sitting in his chair… “You taste so sweet bunny” the Duke whispered, his hot breath sending a shiver up Cyno's spine. Wriothesley hands gripped tightly on Cyno's thighs keeping the soft flesh open for him.

The Duke presses a kiss to Cyno's folds, slipping his tongue in causing the general to let out a few moans. They were quiet but, to Wriothesley those moans spoke wonders to him, as he pleased Cyno with his tongue

“Good boy”

He murmured, swirling his tongue in Cyno folds enjoying every movement he made. The Duke pulled Cyno closer to him, wrapping his scarred arms around Cyno’s waist. Murmuring as he licked and sucked Cyno's clit

Cyno covered his mouth with his hand, gripping at Wriothesley’s jacket draped over his shoulders. The Duke let out a gruff laugh as he continued, eyeing Cyno’s as he shacks in his grasp as his fingers rub gently against the general’s waist, and inner thigh.

“Your grace…?”

Cyno crocked, squeezing his eyes shut as Wriothesley pushes himself deeper in, nose blowing warm air against his sensitive clit. Wriothesley hums sucking slowly, squeezing Cyno's thigh gently as his thumb brushes the general’s back. Pressing his tongue deep into the general’s cunt, the Duke laughs as Cyno moans, gripping Wriothesley's jacket tightly pushing his back against Wriothesley's chair as his hips move farther into Wriothesley’s grip…

The duke laughs, sucking and loling his tongue in and out of Cyno causing the young man to moan quite loud, Wriothesley quickly snakes his hand holding the general's waist to his mouth shushing him, the duke moves his head away from Cyno’s clit listening closely. His fingers move over Cyno’s body, gliding gently on his skin before brushing them over Cyno clit…

“Shh~ quiet”

Wriothesley mouthed, pushing one of his callous fingers in with a wet sloppy sound following. The Duke moved his finger in and out slowly, causing Cyno to shake and breathe heavily causing him to smirk. Wriothesley picked up on muffled voices outside his office, he couldn’t truly hear what they were saying only able to make out a few words

“Duke… please…. Speak… with…him”

Wriothesley groaned, someone wanted to speak with him when he was busy and had stated not to be disturbed while his guest was present, the Duke rolled his eyes glancing back over to Cyno. He smirked slowing his pastedown before slipping another one of his callous fingers in with another loud sloppy sound

Cyno moaned, legs twitching as Wriothesley moved his fingers at a steady pace. He continued with this pace before his office door echoed open, Cyno froze gripping Wriothesley's jacket tightly around him hiding his exposed body, Wriothesley stopped his movements pressing his free hand over Cyno's mouth

“Quiet!”

The Duke mouthed, shifting slightly in his kneeled position. Wriothesley waited for a moment waiting to hear the person who had just stepped into his office to speak, after a long silence the person finally spoke “You're Grace?” They asked, Wriothesley groaned quietly giving a quiet sigh “Yes, what do you need I’m busy!” He stated harshly, brushing his thumb over Cyno's lips

The person coughs, clearly feeling discomfort for an unknown reason “The report you asked for yesterday? It’s finished shall I come up and give it to you?” They questioned, Wriothesley thought for a moment, clearly his throat before speaking “I’m busy bring the report by later” The person shuffled their feet moving only a few steps

Cyno held his breath, as his body shivered he could feel Wriothesley’s finger pressed inside him, as his other hand held his chin brushing his callous finger against his lips. “If I may your grace, just how busy are you?” The person questioned, Wriothesley rolled his eyes. Gently brushing his thumb in between Cyno’s thighs against the general’s clit, Cyno bit his lip as Wriothesley answered the person

“I am having a meeting with Cyno the General Mahamatra! If you would please leave me so I could get back to our meeting”

Wriothesley informed, smirking as he eyed Cyno. Causing the general to blush “I-I see I’ll return later! Goodbye, you're grace!” They stutter, stumbling out of the duke’s office. Wriothesley laughed gruffly, moving his hand away from Cyno’s chin to his chest tracing his fingers over small marks on the general’s chest

“Be a good boy, and be quiet for now~”

Wriothesley whispered, moving his hand down from Cyno's chest to his thighs. His fingers moved at a quick paste, causing Cyno to moan and his cunt to let out wet sloppy sounds as Wriothesley’s fingers moved faster, the Duke laughed moving his head down.

Blowing his warm breath against Cyno's cunt, he curls his fingers slightly causing Cyno to moan extremely loud, Wriothesley huffs a laugh as he pulls his fingers out slowly causing a wet pop to sound. His fingers were covered in Cyno slit, dripping down onto the cold metal floor of Wriothesley’s office.

Cyno squeezed his eyes shut, mumbling out incoherent words to Wriothesley, the Duke hums sticking his finger into his mouth, sucking up the pleasant taste of Cyno's slit… he chuckles placing his free hand on the general’s shaking thigh, rubbing it gently

Wriothesley slides his fingers out of his mouth, clearing his throat as his hand starts to rub Cyno's other thigh, “How close are you, Bunny?” Wriothesley questioned, leaning his head back down to Cyno’s clit blowing warm air against the general’s cunt…

“C-closes!”

Cyno stammered, tears welling in his eyes Wriothesley smiled, shushing him softly as he pulled the general closer to him. His scarred hands move to open Cyno’s thighs, more rubbing circles into them Wriothesley chuckled, pressing his mouth right into Cyno's cunt.

He swirls his tongue into Cyno's clit, sucking harshly on its sensitive skin. Cyno whimpers, and moans as Wriothesley pushes himself in deeper, his teeth nip lightly as he tastes how wonderful Cyno is

“Fuck~”

Cyno curses, gripping Wriothesley's jacket tightly causing the Duke to laugh as he ate the general out, loling his tongue in and out of his clit. The general moans, throwing his head as tear stain his cheeks. Wriothesley sucks faster nibbling Cyno clit gently, as he gets closer and closer to his release

Cyno legs shake harshly as his breath becomes ragged and heavy, crying as his release comes closer and closer. “You're grace!?” Cyno crocheted out, voice cracking as he spoke, Wriothesley hummed continuing to lol his tongue in and out of Cyno

“C-close! So close!”

Cyno moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. Wriothesley spread Cyno's legs further apart, making them hit the arms of his chair. The duke breathes heavily as he sucks and slurps on Cyno's cunt, as his thumbs rub comforting circles into the general’s thighs

The quietness of Wriothesley’s office is broken with Cyno’s moans echoing possibly being heard by the two guards outside the office, Wriothesley laughs as he enjoys the taste of Cyno on his tongue. He groans loudly pressing himself closer to Cyno clit, the general moans as tears stream down his cheeks.

“C-cunning!”

He shouts, moaning extremely loud. His release almost choking Wriothesley, taking the Duke a moment to process what has happened. He stays there as Cyno’s sweet tasting release fills his mouth.

Cyno breathes heavily, legs twitching as Wriothesley holds onto them tightly, he lapses at Cyno’s cunt getting every drop of the sweet taste. As he swallowing the remaining of Cyno release

“You taste divine, little prince” he murmurs, rubbing circles into Cyno sore and tired legs… he hummed standing up hands leaving Cyno legs, he stretches for a moment. Eyeing his love mischievously.

Wriothesley scoops Cyno up, giving him a quick kiss, callous hands sliding under his thighs. Gently Wriothesley lays Cyno onto his desk, eyeing him smuggly. “Little prince, hope you won’t be too loud…” the duke whispers into Cyno’s ears, hands unbuckling his belt. As he pressing a kiss to the general’s cheek

“Better hurry before the report comes back… bunny”

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[angelsrcute]

wriothesley with a puppygirl gf who’s in heat <33333

PUPPY IN HEAT ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ genre — smut ! ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ parings — Wriothesley n fem!reader. ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ warnings — breeding, praising, nipple play.

It was almost time for your heat, Wriothesley had forgotten about it. He reached home from work and was not greeted by your usual hugs. He heard some noises coming out of your room and peeked from the little gap between the door. You were riding a plushie but didn't seem to get much pleasure. Wriothesley leaned against the door, his arms folded n a smirk on his face, “Need some help, puppy?”

Wriothesley was fucking into your cunt at a fast pace. Your nails scratch his back as you bite his shoulder. “Puppy, you're hurting me.” He chuckles, his pace gets a bit sloppy, indicating he's close. He kisses you as he shoots thick ropes of cum inside you, you cum soon after. You don't let him pull out and whine. “Such a needy puppy, begging to be bred but good puppies get rewarded don't they?” Wriothesley soon starts fucking into your cunt, pressing you against the mattress into a mating press. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on them, twisting and pinching the other. The pleasure felt so good, you whimpered as your gummy walls clenched on his dick,“Do you like this puppy? You know you'd look so cute with my pups inside you, your breast full of milk.”

After cumming for the nth time, you're a sobbing mess due to overstimulation. Wriothesley carries you to the bathroom to wash up and then cuddles you to sleep.

[yaespook]

Canines.

✧ Room Content: Dom! Top! GN! Werewolf! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Wriothesley, no gendered terms used for reader, reader has a cock with a knot, oral (reader giving), snowballing, rimming (reader giving), gratuitous mentions of spit, muzzle and leash with collar used on Wriothesley, knotting. Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: [The bottom paws of the fortune cat appear on the front desk.]

Getting a new rookie transfer under him this late into the year wasn’t exactly what Wriothesley was expecting.

His office door opens abruptly but you seem almost as bewildered as he is at this surprise. No biggie, the issue is sorted out quickly and seeing that you don't have any case files or inmate registration papers on you (or any sort of personal records at all for the matter), he runs through the essentials before sending you off with a list of duties. 

He watches as you leave his office, you'll undoubtedly be an interesting case to handle.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Wriothesley finds you nice enough to be around during work. You're considerate and you work hard to get your job done. It's pleasant to have another regular familiar face beneath the depths and he's not above sharing his tea with you during your shared breaks. And growing closer, he asks you to box with him.

“Just some training, for fun, that's all.” He's lounging in his chair and cracks an eye open to gauge your reaction. “Feel free to say no if you don't want to. I won't die from the rejection.”

Wriothesley is assured in his combat skills, given his experience in the ring and his daily training. So how is it exactly that he's found himself in this position? 

Dragging out the spar by starting off defensive, dodging his attacks, it seemed as if you were going easy on him.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re going easy on me?” He throws a series of hooks and a particularly forceful uppercut.

But he wasn't interested in winning this friendly battle, he wants to see what you're truly made of. Hence, kicking it up a notch, he doubled the speed of the punches he's throwing, forcing you on the offensive. 

“You’re asking for it, Wrio!”

He's caught off guard when you start reciprocating and meeting him with the same speed and intensity in your attacks. Sure, your footwork and pivoting could use some work, but there's something surprising in the force behind your punches.

It ends when you manage to wrestle him into a headlock, the both of you sweaty and panting, his head pressed against your chest as he's suddenly aware of how close the two of you are. Tapping twice on your bicep hooked around his neck, he admits his defeat this time around. Freed from your restraint, he takes the time to massage his trapezius muscles as he gives you a once-over. 

“That was a good one, another next week?” 

You cough, “I think I’ll need more than a week to recover,” your tone sheepish.

It’s not often he’s beaten during spars, and for a rookie like you to do so? Extremely interesting. What exactly is your background? The secret to your seemingly supernatural strength? Since this incident, he’s found himself drawn to you even more.

However, keeping an extra vigilant eye on you means that he picks up on the smaller things that might be signs. The next Friday, you clock in later in the day, missing your shared tea breaks with him, and you clock out far earlier than usual, evident from the little note you leave at your desk when he looks for you.

“Sorry Wrio! Something urgent came up!”

He quirks an eyebrow up at this. What could have been so urgent that you had to leave immediately? Are you alright? Glancing around, he notices a bag left on your chair. Perhaps you left it here in your haste while leaving, but what if its contents are important to you? No matter, he'll see if he can pass it to you after work, it's a good chance to check up on you too.

But since you aren't around for the rest of the day, Wriothesley has strangely discovered that he's getting through his mundane paperwork and administrative duties a lot slower than if you were present. His brows furrow as he sighs to himself and sips his tea alone before continuing his work.

By the time he's done wrapping everything up and leaving, the full moon is already high up in the night sky. When he tears his eyes away from it, he spots you out of the corner of his eye. Though he would call out to you, your behaviour is suspicious, slinking around the shadows sneakily as you try to stay hidden. Wriothesley decides to tail you, just to make sure that you don't get into any trouble that he'll end up having to sort out. (And that he's also worried about you.)

His guard is up when you step into a wild forested area. The dim moonlight breaks in through the leaves of the canopy area, just enough for him to make out the ground beneath him. He watches where he steps in order to avoid generating any noise that might alert you but the second he looks back up for you, you’re nowhere to be seen.

Uneasiness starts to kick in. Wriothesley is uncaring of all the ruckus he’s making while rushing past trees and brambles as he scrambles to search for you. The thorns scrape and tear at his clothes but he pushes on, launching into high gear.

However, the deeper he gets into the forest, the more Wriothesley begins to notice things going terribly wrong.

There’s a heavy presence lurking amongst the dark shadows, one that has its eyes trained on him, watching his every move. Lumbering footsteps echo throughout the forest around him, as if getting closer and closer to his location. The sound of twigs nearby snapping sharply and the rustling of dry bushes. Trying to get to a better lit area within the forest, the chase is on.

He’s being hunted.

The vegetation begins to thin out slightly as he skillfully weaves between trees and he reaches a clearing. Catching his breath, he surveys his surroundings, keen eyes looking for any signs of movement. The moon hangs overhead, sharing its pale light.

And from the treeline, something pounces.

He stumbles back at the sudden impact, the wind knocked from his chest as he collides with the ground, eyes clenched shut. A beat passes before the weight on him suddenly lifts and he hears a gravelly yet oddly familiar voice, “...Wrio?” 

Forcing his eyes open, he finds himself at a loss for words. 

“I’m so so sorry. I assumed you were some kind of hunter stalking after me and…” your words spiral and trail on but he can’t seem to process anything you’re saying since he’s preoccupied with taking in this sight of you.

In this form, you’re a lot taller than he is and your physique is nothing short of intimidating. Is this where your impressive strength comes from then? Raking his gaze over your body, he pauses at your flexed thigh muscles from holding yourself above his pelvis. (You could crush him between them and he’d die a happy man.)

Your fur gleams under the moonlight, captivating him as a gentle breeze ruffles through it. By the time he tunes back into your spiel, all he catches is you saying, “I’ll make it up to you-”

“Make it up to me?”

“Yeah?” 

“Fuck me then.” He sees your ears shoot up as you try to gauge whether he actually means it and he tacks on, “I’m being serious. Plus no one will find us here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Fine, but pipe up if I’m too rough on you.”

A grin stretches across Wriothesley’s face at your agreement but it’s quickly replaced with a hiss when you drop and grind your dick down against his. Leaning forward, you have him completely pinned beneath you, your body heat and larger frame on his is simply dizzying.

“I’ll give you some kisses to start, hmm?”

He watches as your maw opens wide, showcasing your sharp teeth. He can feel your canines on either side of his face as you lick at his lips but there’s enough trust between the two of you that you won’t clamp down, your fangs gently grazing his skin. You wouldn’t hurt him after all.

You bury your snout in his neck, taking in his scent as the both of you grind against each other, a snarl leaving your throat as you feel how hard and soaked he’s getting under you. 

“So wet, Wrio. Are you that desperate?” Shifting and sitting up to strip him of his clothes, he chuckles as he replies, “Only for you.”

Taking off his shirt, you let out a low whistle at the man before you. His broad shoulders, salt and pepper chest hair on his pecs, the body hair and healed scars littered throughout, and not to mention his lovely happy trail up till his naval. Truly, a sight to behold.

Getting him out of the rest of his clothes, you nudge his legs apart and settle between them. Compared to your looming stature, Wriothesley gets a sense of how much smaller he is when your hands grasp at his thighs. (Or are they paws? Whatever. As long as they treat him real good tonight.)

Tracing the tip of a claw down his inner thigh, you watch him shudder, eyes widening as you get closer to his drooling cock.

“What? Already so turned on by me hunting you down and a little grinding?” You tease and a heat rises to his face, retorting, “Shut up.”

You bury your face closer in, snuffling as you lave a rough warm stripe against the underside of his length, the taste of his precum on your tongue. His legs clamp down slightly on your head when you do so and it’s apparent that he’s enjoying your attention on him. Almost as if he wants you to devour him whole.

Changing tactics, you shift your focus to enveloping the underside with your tongue before taking him into your mouth, careful to watch your teeth. The heat engulfing him has Wriothesley groaning loudly, his hips bucking into the warmth as his restraint starts to slip.

“Mffph… so good-!” He throws an arm over his eyes, more clipped moans escaping him while you swirl your tongue, working him to his peak.

But just when he’s about to tip over the edge, you let him out of your mouth, panting as he watches a thick strand of saliva stretch from your tongue to the tip of his dick.

“Hah… Why did you stop?” Sitting up on his elbows and supporting a frustrated scowl on his face, he looks laughably similar to a kicked puppy.

“Patience, dear Wrio, you’ll get your recompensation in due time.”

Moving one hand to his cock, you pump up and down languidly, aided by the copious amounts of precum and spit. His head spins when he feels you tonguing and lapping at his balls, your hot breath hitting the sensitive skin there.

You dip further down to lick at his rim, peering up to observe his reaction. And it’s amusing. His hands fly to grab at your shoulders, eyes shot open as his chest heaves.

“You liked that?” When he nods, that’s all you need to continue.

Manoeuvring him and hiking his hips up, he yelps at the shift but it quickly tapers into a moan as you press your tongue flat against his rim. You don’t stop stroking his cock as you slowly breach his hole, gingerly prying him open. Wriothesley sucks in a sharp breath at this and grinds down on your thick tongue, forcing it deeper, the pleasure in him building and spiking.

It’s not long before he’s spurting onto his tummy with a drawn out moan, walls clenching down on you and his hips stuttering up with his orgasm. Detaching for a second, you lick a long way up from the base of his dick to his dripping tip and his heaving abdomen, collecting his cum on your tongue.

“Open your mouth, Wrio.” And when he complies, you let your tongue hang out of your maw, a mixture of his cum and his saliva sloppily dripping from you and into his mouth. The ravenous look he gets when he swallows sends a shiver down his spine.

“So good for me, Wrio. Let’s move on shall we?” You give him a sly lick on his cheek. “Can you loosen yourself up a bit more? Wouldn’t want to rip you apart when you take me.”

After coating his fingers in your slick spit, you watch as he preps himself for you. Gazing around, you spy your bag discarded to the side on the ground. 

“Aww Wrio, were you trying to bring me my bag I left?”

“Mmph yeah-! I was worried- ah! -about you,” he grunts out his answer.

You respond with a low pleased rumble, stalking over to your bag and rifling through it to find what you’re looking for. From it, you retrieve a set of a collar with a leash and an accompanying muzzle. To Wriothesley’s surprise, it’s in his colours, complimenting shades of reds and greys.

“I bought it impulsively earlier today, thought of you while doing so. I think I’m in some sort of a rut,” you explain lowly, your eyes level with his and he feels as if he could be consumed with your gaze alone. 

Licking the shell of his ear, he can feel your breath fan across his nape as you continue, “Because of you, Wrio, no doubt.”

“Put it on me then,” there’s no hesitation in his voice when he says this and a satisfaction fills him when he sees your tail start wagging.

Carefully, you latch the collar around his neck, making sure it’s comfortable for him before moving on to fixing the muzzle on him. Finally, you attach the leash, the clip sound completing the set. 

As you take in how utterly delectable your Wrio looks for you right now, a filthy sense of pride rises up within you. You, a beast, managing to twist and warp and transform your human’s visage into one akin to yours, to have him leashed and muzzled as if he were the one with piercing canine fangs and a monstrous secret. And that he doesn’t cower or tremble with fear when pinned beneath you. It’s all too deliciously sinful.

The end of the leash is held in your claws as you eye him down. You manhandle him onto his fours and you line the tip of your cock at his hole. 

“I’ll take it slow, tell me if it hurts,” your head presses against his rim as it gradually pries him open, the wind is punched from his chest at your thick girth. Slowly sinking into him, Wriothesley’s vision spins as you split him open on your cock, the stretch an intoxicating one that has him wanting more. 

When your tip nudges against his prostate, he’s left seeing stars, a debauched moan slipping from his lips.

“Ughk!? Is it- hah! -is it all in?” You shush him, ghosting your claws on the skin above his arched spines.

“Just a bit more, you can take it, can’t you, Wrio?” An uncharacteristic whine rips from him when you finally bottom out in him, flush against the back of his thighs as you reach unfathomably deep in him.

You give him time to adjust to your size before you start moving, setting a relaxed pace to begin with. He squeezes down on your cock as you roll your hips, unrestrained noises escaping him as all sense is fucked from his mind. 

Picking up the intensity, you pull out halfway before slamming back into him, positioning your tip directly at where his prostate is while tugging on the leash.

“Hngk-! So big- AH! Fuck!” Wriothesley’s eyes roll back into his head, mouth hanging open.

Your repeated motions have him going crazy, his arms wobbling at the brutal onslaught of pleasure before giving out, the only things keeping him up are the knees folded under him and your hand clamping around the side of his hip.

Seconds blur into minutes and he doesn’t even know when you’ve started pounding relentlessly into him. Your thick shaft drags against his walls and he can feel every vein and twitch of your cock. 

Sensing you pulling on the leash, he turns and looks up at you, letting you see the drool dripping from his parted lips in the muzzle, his eyes unfocused and glazed over with nothing but raw lust. You give him a lick on his cheek, a kiss, before you fold your body over his, completely pressed against his back, pinning him beneath your massive frame.

“I’m close Wrio,” cooing into his ear again, your gravelly voice brings him back, “Want me to knot you?”

He babbles pitifully, “Uh- uh huh! AH! Yeah-! I- I want you!”

“You’re really asking for it now,” growling at his mindless pleading, you drive your cock in, a guttural howl leaving you as you climax, finally knotting your Wrio. The knot at your base stretches Wriothesley out even more and he can feel your cum filling him up inside. The searing pleasure causes him to pull taut, his back arching as he orgasms again, moaning as he tightens up around you, milking you for all you’re worth. 

The forest clearing is filled with the sounds of the both of you panting as you recover, checking in with Wriothesley to assure that he’s alright. While you wait for your knot to go down, you take the time to free him from the muzzle. The second you do, he leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of your snout, a lazy grin hanging from his face.

“Hah… I think you’ve made it up to me,” a glint in his eyes, “Another round next week?”

[> You add a muzzle, collar, and leash set to your collection.]

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[sku11s1asher]

idk if you do poly relationships but can you do a wrio and neuvi cuddle/movie night?

neuvillette & wriothesley x nb/male reader

notes: gulp… pretend i didn’t neglect yall for months! i had a rough patch mentally, but im now starting to get into writing again so yay!! ill post an apology for you guys, make up sex or whatever you guys want idk im on my knees begging for forgiveness 😓 ily (say it back)

cw: ooc wrio + neuv (or are they just in love?)

Neuvillette and Wriothesley, two of the hardest workers in Fontaine, at least in your opinion. Every time they came home, they were beyond tired, barely undressing themselves before joining you in bed at 1 in the morning, just to wake up in a couple of hours. The cycle was as tiring for you as it was for them, you rarely got to see your lovers, and when you did all you saw was them on the verge of passing out.

It wasn’t like they didn’t try to make it up to you though. When they got an off day, which was rare, they would always show you how much they loved you in different ways: sex, cooking, cuddling, dates, etc. Today was surprisingly one of those off days, you expected to wake up by yourself with just the leftover warmth from them next to you but instead, you woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You let out a yawn as you opened your eyes, you could see a mop of black hair lying on your chest.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you tried to sit up, only to get pulled back down. “Don't move.” a deep voice mumbled. “Wrio?” you asked in a sleepy voice, one of your hands going to rest in his hair. You looked toward the window, you noticed Neuvillete staring outside, drinking a cup of tea. You felt more confused than ever, why were both of them home? It's not like you were complaining about it, you were glad, just confused. It wasn't your birthday, nor either of theirs, and it most definitely wasn't your anniversary.

“What are you guys doing at home?” you asked Neuvillete while your hand subconsciously started petting Wriothesley's hair. “Have you already forgotten? I marked it in the calendar.” Neuvillette responded in an amused tone, slightly turning to look at you. He loved the way you looked when you first woke up, eyes all droopy, hair messy, that cute confused look on your face, how your voice dropped a bit, just everything about you. “I would never forget anything you said.” you lied while flopping back on the bed, and going back to sleep.

—

When you finally woke up, it was noon, there was still someone right next to you. A groan came from you as you pushed them away, you could tell it was Wriothesley by the way his deep voice said some complaint. “It’s 12 in the afternoon, I’m getting up.” You told him as you tried to get up, only to feel a hand grab your arm. “Five more minutes, please?” He begged, gently pulling you back. But before you could respond or he could open his mouth to try to persuade you anymore, the door to the bedroom opened, prompting the both of you to look towards it.

“Both of you need to get up,” Neuvillette spoke, “shower then come to the living room. The movies are ready, I'll start the popcorn when you both decide to join me.” Once he walked out, Wriothesley sat up in bed, prompting you to fall off him. You looked up at him as he rubbed his eyes, he looked so cute, almost like an actual puppy. You decided to get off the bed, stretching as you stood up, letting out a small groan. You walked to the dressers, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and clean boxers before heading to the bathroom. Halfway through your shower, the door opened and the sink turned on, you didn't have to look to know it was Wriothesley.

When you finally got out of the bathroom, you could hear popcorn popping which made you quickly go to the living room. It looked like Wriothesley made Neuvillette his new cuddle victim, the black-haired male had his head on Neuvillette's lap while his hands were lightly touching the other male's leg. “Hello, dear,” Neuvillette greeted you, turning his head towards you with a soft smile, “I’ll go get the popcorn then we can start the movies. Take a seat.” You made your way over to the couch, letting out a soft chuckle when you saw Neuvillette gently take Wriothesley off his leg. Wriothesley scooted over on the couch, pulling you into the spot next to him.

—

A bowl of popcorn was on the table in front of you, Wriothesley was lying across both your and Neuvillettes laps, while your head was leaning on Neuvillette’s shoulder. The movie that was playing was a random comedy that you weren't really focusing on. Instead, you were focusing on how Wriothesley was playing with your hand: lacing and unlacing it, squeezing it, making shapes on it, laying it on his stomach, all types of things. You slightly moved your head, getting a small glance at Neuvillette, seeing how he was engrossed in the movie. He looked so handsome from this angle, like a true angel. His hair was up in a ponytail, he had a relaxed look on his face which came with a slight smile, no makeup on, just looking amazing.

Neuvillette looked at you, gently moving your head to kiss you, “You stare a lot.” he teased before letting you go back to your previous position and turning his attention back to the movie. He always knew when to catch you off guard, he loved seeing the slight blush on your face and how your body got slightly warmer. A small chuckle came from Wriothesley, “This movie is pretty hilarious.” he stated, which made Neuvillette hum in agreement. “You laugh at the corniest shit, Wrio.” you teased, pinching his stomach. “Yeah, I always laugh at your corny jokes.” he countered which made you pout. “Rude,” you mumbled before finally turning your attention back to the movie.

You were on the fifth movie, the popcorn long gone but neither of you felt like moving to get more. You felt yourself start to get tired, slightly moving yourself to get comfortable before letting out a soft sigh. You felt content, your boyfriends had you practically trapped in between them, their scents surrounding you, and both of their bodies were warm, it was true heaven. You felt your eyes slowly start to close, you didn't feel like focusing on the movie anymore, or anything for that matter. Wriothesley was quiet, not making any comments or a chuckle anymore, which meant he was most likely knocked out. Right before you fell asleep, you felt Neuvillette’s head slightly drop on yours and heard his breathing even out. Looks like all of you are going to sleep on the couch tonight.

[xuzuitengenx]

I NEED more Neuvillette and Wriothesley x male reader

[fairydollsteps]

STRESS RELIEF (MINOR DNI)

Synopsis: As expected of his job as the Fortress of Meropide's Administrator, Wriothesley is often buried with piles of paperwork and cases to solve which cause him a lot of stress. Luckily, you have a solution to help destress him.

Feature: Bottom Wriothesley/ Top!Male!Reader

Note/Warning: Smut, making out on bed, overstimulation, use of toy (we going to destroy this man), big fuck machine toy, some crying and pain, bondage (shibari), very rough intercourse, reader is kinda mean is you like it.

Author's note: is surprising to see very less bottom!wriothesley fic because i want him the one screaming. anyway here is smth to feed you all after months of disappearing:)

Fontaine has fallen into the night. The shadows enveloped the beautifully intricate buildings in pitch black. In the reflection of the moon and stars, the water that surrounds the city shimmers. All the townfolk have fallen into a slumber as birdsong fills the air softly like a gentle goodnight. This evening, Fontaine has draped itself in the tranquility of sleep. Except for Wriothesley and you.

Inside the home of both of you lies a naked Wriothesley on his bed, confined and tied into a shibari. He is utterly immobile to move from all the ropes that constrain his muscular body. Red velvet ropes are everywhere and strapping his body down on the bed. His hands and arms are tied firmly behind him as he lies on his back on the bed. His chest is heaving up and down against the ropes and his thighs are bound as well on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs apart.

Wriothesley is feeling multiple emotions at once in his chest. Nervous, excited, and mostly stressed of course. These days, work has become more burdensome than ever before. More dangerous criminals are spotted in Fontaine and more meetings with the Royal Irish Constabulary and blah blah. Nonetheless, his work has kept him for so long that he has forgotten when was the last time he had sex with you. So when you drag him out of his office table and offer some relief, he is quick to accept.

However, he has never expected you to expose him in such a revealing and humiliating way.

Wriothesley attempts closing his legs together against the ropes which to no avail. "Goddam, Y/N. You are cruel," Wriothesley sighs, wondering how is this stress-relieving. The ropes are tight but not too tight to hurt him. Is his first time trying something like this. Then, you finally come in the room with something Wriothesley couldn't latch on due to the restraints of the ropes. Is big. That is all he knows.

"Hello, my dearest," You greet him in a sweet tone, admiring your handiwork. Wriothesley stares at you, curious about whatever you have brought as you sit down at the edge of the bed, still in awe at the sight of him all spread out for you. "Was it too tight for you?" You asked, making sure Wriothesley was comfortable and keeping the stuff you brought hidden from him.

"I can handle it," Wriothesley said in a straight voice but you could tell he was nervous and excited from his blush adorning his face and chest. Your lips curved into a pleased smile and said. "That's good then. I do hope you can handle more than I expected since the night will be long," You get up from the bed as Wriothesley stares at you with a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly writhing against the ropes.

Wriothesley can see you letting out a soft chuckle from his attempt which he slightly scowls at you. You let out soft coos to him and lean over him with an affectionate but playful smile caressing his cheeks gently which Wriothesley can't help but snuggle against your palm contently. Wriothesley relaxed against your touch and he could feel your breath against his ears.

"I did promise you I would fucked you like you want to," You whisper to his ears slyly before you cover his eyes with a blindfold which is something you both have discussed about it before. Fuck that was hot.

Wriothesley gulps as he can hear your footsteps and you hopping over him. He can't see anything. His vision is taken from him and everything is pitch black. Before he could think more, his body jolt with a shiver when he could feel your hand touching his naked cock. "Y-Y/N?-" Wriothesley almost whimper, lifting his head to you forgetting about the ropes only to get pulled down.

"Relax, my dearest. Just relax. You have worked so hard. This is your reward," You purred at him, looking at him and then his beautiful cock. You have lubed your hand and begin jerking his dick off, making Wriothesley beneath you letting out muffled moans. You can't help but smile wickedly. This is only the beginning.

Then, you lubed your finger and began touching his hole. Wriotheslet hitch his breath from the contact. It has not been a full 5 minutes and his body is already shaking. "I have barely touched you and you are already this wet?" You tease him devilishly. His cock already leaking precum which was used as more lube to finger him. "It has been a while huh?"

Wriothesley let out a soft cry when one finger slid in easily. Then another finger which let out a few 'ahs!' and 'ohs!' from him. Then another. Three fingers in. Everything was going too quick but Wriothesley fucking loved it. "I-Is this all you got?" Wriothesley said through ragged breathing, oblivious of what was to come.

"Just you wait. I don't break promises," You begin thrusting your fingers deeper into his prostate. You could tell he was enjoying it when his inside clenched around your fingers eagerly. The feeling is so good that his hip starts moving slightly (due to the restraints) on his own, thrusting back to your fingers which intensifies the pleasure more. "Fuckk……..!!!!" Wriothesley moans loudly as your fingers massage his prostate.

His cock leaks more precum and you know he is about to reach his high so you pulled out your fingers abruptly. Wriothesley let out shocked gasps and whines from the loss. "W-what was that-?" His cries out of frustration from the edging but his voice is shaky from his lost incoming climax.

Then, he screams.

Wriotheslet screams as he could feel something railing into his ass. He didn't know what it was (because of the blindfold) but it was big. So fucking big. Only you know. Is a fuck toy machine. That was the object you have kept hidden from Wriothesley as a surprise. But he doesn't have to know. You grinned wickedly as his body convulse violently as the fuck toy goes deeper into him. It's only halfway through and he looks like he could passed out.

Wriothesley let out loud lewd moans and pleads. "Y/N-! Is too much…! Is too fucking big-AHHH FUCKKK…!!!!!!" The dildo is finally fully in. Wriothesley writhes and whimpers underneath you, trying to adjust to the humongous size of the fuck toy. His hard twitching cock spilled precum, dirtying the sheets and your pants. Wriothesley quivers against the ropes which is no help but heightens his sensitivity and pleasure. He is close to tears from how high the pleasure is. The stretch burns like hell but it feels so fucking good to be stuffed full.

His chest heaves up and down with deep breathing as he tries to calm himself down before losing himself. And here you are on top of him smirking like a devil you are. "That was just the start," you said cruelly before pressing the start button. The fuck toy machine starts thrusting him out at a much slower pace for the sake of his comfort. Wriothesley throws his head back, whining as he cries out of your name. His thighs are trembling at every thrust and his cock spasming violently.

You have noticed that Wriothesley has adjusted well to the humongous dildo and even thrust it back with his hips, letting out a soft cry and moans. Then, he reached his climax and came hard with a scream. His body convulse from how intense the orgasm is. Wriothesley tries to take a few deep breaths but realizes you did not stop the toy. Instead, you increase the volume of it.

"Oh, AAA-aArcHons-!! HNGHAAAAA……!!! P-please stop!!! Stop-" Wriothesley screams from overstimulation before he succumbs to another round of hard fucking from the toy. He just came and he could already feel the core of his stomach tightening again with burning passion. Oh fuck fuck fuck. He is going to come again after a few seconds earlier from cumming. The blindfold is already wet from his tears and he even drooling a bit, showing how he is losing control over his withered body. It's too much as he tries to run away from the pleasure but the ropes and your hands on hips keep him from running away.

His body convulses again as a thick rope of cum then spurts out, soiling his stomach and your abdomen. Eyes rolling back and jaw slack, Wriothesley screams from the euphoric shock. Looking at him, you can't help but bite your lips at how utterly destroyed and gorgeous Wriothesley is.

And oh how so sexy the sight before you. Wriothesley, the strict and hard-working Administrator all crumbled against your mercy and spread out for you while being tied up into a shibari beautifully. Much to Wriothesley's relief, you stop the fuck toy machine from fucking him anymore and lean in close to his face.

"You still conscious, my dearest?" You coo at him. Wriothesley whines when you crash into his lips passionately before letting out a shriek when you accidentally move the fuck toy that is still inside him. "Sorry sorry sorry," you apologize to him sweetly while taking off his blindfolds.

Wriothesley looks at you with teary eyes, wanting to hug but forgetting about the restraints. You smile sweetly at his attempt while caressing his tear-soaked cheeks before asking.

"Again?"

The night is long and you got to reward him more after all.