#lee!wriothesley

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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!

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 12 - Wolf

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette x Wriothesley

It was still a mystery to him. Of all things, of all people, why was he the one to arouse his curiosity, to lure his attention? Neuvillette pondered, intensely staring at the man sleeping next to him. Just like the rest of his emotions, the nature of the feeling burning inside his chest was still a mystery to him.

“You…” The Iudex of Fontaine muttered, nearly whispered, as he sat up in the bed, reaching a hand out to Wriothesley - who he believed was still in a deep slumber - and gently combed his cheeks.

However, behind those closed eyes, the duke was already long awake. Just like Neuvillette, he was curious about the chief of Justice and, so, decided to pretend to be asleep, intrigued to what his partner would do.

Moving his hand up to Wriothesley’s hair and tousling it lightly, the duke could hear a faint chuckle coming from Neuvillette. “...why do you look like a wolf?”

“A wolf?” Wriothesley repeated inside his head, putting up his best efforts to not frown or show any reaction to the other’s words.

“Strong… fierce… sometimes dangerous,” Neuvillette continued, toying with Wriothesley as he wished. He lowered his hand, stroking the man’s cheeks before gently rubbing his thumb over Wriothesley’s lips, pushing the lower one down a bit. “Well, maybe not at your features resemble a wolf…” He chuckled softly.

What was he up to? Wriothesley couldn’t help but feel a little off about such comparison, should he take those comments as a compliment? Was that Neuvillette’s way to sweet talk?

Before he could let his train of thought run any further, a bothersome feeling made room inside his head. A gentle, light, almost fluttering, tinglish sensation against his neck started to put his whole act into risk. Oh archons.

His eyebrows’ slight twitch didn’t go past Neuvillette unnoticed. The Iudex continued to stroke the sides of Wriothesley’s neck with one finger, smiling fondly at him. “But wolves usually live in packs… Could you be the lone one? Maybe looking to form a pack of your own?”

If he wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Wriothesley would probably tell him to cut these silly and senseless comparisons. The tickling was becoming a little harder to ignore when Neuvillette’s free hand joined the action, but targeting his lower sides as the judge pulled the duke into a hug.

“N-Neheuvillette…” Wriothesley giggled tiredly, trying to look up to the other’s face and escape his ticklish embrace at the same time. “Whahat are y-yohou dohohoing?”

“Good morning, Wriothesley,” the judge muttered softly, stopping the tickling on his neck to hold him by his face, but digging a little harder against his side in exchange. “Have you slept well?”

“Y-yehes, but- ahAHah, wait!” With his laughter growing a little more frantic and louder, the duke couldn’t help but try to pry Neuvillette’s hands off his body. “I-ihihit tihihickles!”

“I know it does,” Neuvillette added, making the duke question if that was some sort of tease or an actual answer to his statement. “But this seems to be the only thing that could break through your acting, wolf.”

As the final piece came to complete the puzzle, Wriothesley realized his mistake. Maybe it wasn’t so easy to fool the judge, after all, and now, just like any other criminal, he had yet to face the consequences of his act. 

A/N: This is the first time I wrote for this pairing and I'm still a little nervous if I got them right because of how little time to research them I had huehuhue

But I hope you guys could still enjoy it despite my ooc writing. See you tomorrow ~

[skayleay]

Oh noo~ leave English boy alone 🫢😊

[smilingangel582]

Helloooo!! I love your blog! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee Wriothesley and ler lyney! Hehehe...

I feel like with Wriothesley's beefy body, it'll be fun to see him squirming, and with Lyney's delicate fingers, he can slip his hands and be a skillful ler heheheh... Give lyney a chance for revenge hehe~ Thank you in advance! Please no foot tickles...

Heey, thanks a bunch... I'm glad u enjoy it... I'm still inexperienced, but I can write anything u anons desire, and pls forgive me if i missed any requests

Plus, we all love this Grizzly -ahem, I mean Wriothesley... I might make it a switch because he's a total ler type to me, hehe... but mostly a lee type... so let's give Lyney baby a chance.

Warning spoilers alert for fontaine

For others - anyone who's not into friendly tickles... you can skip this fic... thank you

A very sweet revenge

Lyney's appearance to Wriothesley's office is a magnificent improvement. Every since the day he somewhat tickled the poor magician into tears, the boy naturally seemed indulged tk visit him more.

Although Wriothesley is aware of Lyney's ulterior motives... and he can't say he's not thrilled as he is curious about how Lyney would approach revenge.

Day three.

Lyney seems to show a lot of magic tricks and then entertain Wriothesley a lot, even Aether stopped by to say hello to him. The more the merrier and now its Day four...

Will today be the day?

"Oh my, you have a knack for card tricks, Mr. Lyney"

"Well I learnt from the best and you do seem capable yourself for your first time"

Wriothesley smiled warmly "Well I too learned from the best"

Hmm, the taller man glances at Lyney, still not seeing the trump card -well not the actual card but the motive.

"Well then... oopse!" Lyney drops his card suddenly and then attempts to reach it from Wriothesley side of the desk and the latter offered to get it for him.

Now it was the time...

It started with an abrupt wriggling of fingers, tiny and delicate fingers on Wriothesley's sides, startled by the electrifying shock... he stumbled away nearing hitting his head on the desk.

Never did he expected him to start so confidently. But he did expect the attack someday just... not right now.

"M-mr Lyney?"

"Hm... what's wrong your grace?" Lyney teases now further attacking his sides. Wriothesley suddenly feels a bubbly sound escape from his lips. Neither of them expected that but Lyney recovered from that quicker than the beholder of that beautiful laughter.

It's masculine and deeper, unlike lyney's high-pitched squeals (A/n: but trust me, I'm moved by how Wriothesley can laugh so cutely and manly at the same time...)

"Wahahahait ohohohone sehehehehecond hahahaa"

"Is the great Duke a little ticklish? Funny I never thought about that" he could definitely see Wriothesly slowly curling away, but Lyney is definitely agile with his reflexes, mostly as a bow user who's quick in action and had to work hard to make up for his smaller frame.

Honestly Wriothesley wanted Lyney to have his fun but genuinely he's sensitive around his ribs and thst definitely weakened him. Barking out another laugh when Lyney dug firmly into his ribs, gently but intentionally.

"Oh yes, the ribs..."

"Ohohokaahay ihihi cahahan sehee yoohohou ahahare ehehenjoying thihjhjs buhuhut you cahahan lehet mehehe goho knowhow!"

Sighing, Lyney seems to be controlling all the strings here "Your grace seriously, this is revenge so... you must be able to grant this wish for me, right?"

Groaning low giggles, of course he started the war... now he must have a taste of his own medicine. If Wriothesley is serious about breaking free he would have minutes ago but not wanting hurt Lyney he resorted to resist more... or partly he's somewhat noticed that Lyney is partially in control.

"HAHAHA AHAHALRIGHT! THAHATS IT!"

At that moment, Lyney's world flipped, and the larger man is on top and felt large but gentle fingers bury under his armpits.

Lyney squeaks. "Ack! Haha, noho fahahir gehe! Wriothesley!!"

Still panting while he tickled the smaller guy, he chuckles "Don't forget I also know your weakness, dear prisoner... no one punishes the duke"

"Wehehell thahahats conveniehehent! Ihihi wihihill dohoho whahahat ihihi wahahahant thank yohohou vehehery muhuhuch!" Lyney giggles and squirms but also reaching to tickle Wriothesley's ribs but instead reaching for his hips that sent the man suddenly bucking "What the???"

"Ah... that must be the... spot" breathing heavily Lyney begins to get his hips and Wriothesley feels the unbearable than his ribs, of course he may not process a lot of ticklishness like Lyney but he got a spot of two thst can drive him nuts.

"Ahaa alright trucehehe thehe teas gehehtting cohohold..."

Lyney stops now, his face flushed red, as similar as Wriothesley's and they both looked different from the position on the ground. Sighing now, Wriothesley gets up first helping Lyney, "Well I suppose you won this round..."

Breathing harder "Well... yh, uhu... I did... never... underestimate a magician"

Finishing his tea now, Wriothesly begins, "I dis expect your revenge, but the time was what had me on edge... I didn't expect that, at least..."

Lyney giggling "I'm glad I managed to take you down a peg... who knows maybe I can be the Duke next"

Frowning playfully, Wriothesly says, "Careful what you say, Mr. Lyney, I won't be letting go of this job any sooner..."

"Says the guy who called a truce for a little tickling." Lyney sticks his tongue, and that makes Wriothesley stand up, smirking. "Let me remind you... we can go for another round and clarify"

Lyney who hasn't been paying attention to his surroundings smirks as he looks away proudly "Please you gave up first I -eek! Hehehey!"

Lyney felt a pair of fingers grab his ribs and Wriothesley smirks "You were saying dear Mr. Lyney?"

Of course if it had been planned to tickle fight nkw, Lyneh might have snuck a few tickles like last time but he was caught off guard by the Dukes mischief directly close to his worst spot.

"So who's calling for a truce now huh?"

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything"

The curt voice of Chlorinde makes them both breakaway instantly. Lyney gets up and then chirps in his squeaky voice "pardon moi... ma cherie!" He leaves and Wriothesley remains there with her, slightly uneasy to have her find this situation.

Its incredible how she ignored it and said "Mind if we have some tea...?"

"Why sure dear Ms. Chlorind, with pleasure. " he chuckles now, finally starting his second tea part of the day, still remembering Lyney's sweet blush, similar to last time. But now he finds appeal in a teasing lyney as well...

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Hiii!! I don't know if I've said this or not... but your fics are seriously amazing! Super heartwarming to read and super neat hehehe! If you have time and have played the Fontaine's archon Quest... please consider writing a lee! Wriothesley... with ler either Childe or Lyney hehehe... since either Childe or Lyney has definitely made direct contact/conversation with Wriothesley! Thanks a lot!! P.S. please no foot tickles hehehe...

HELLOOO :3

i am so so sorry for how long this took, i have had no motivation lately 😅

anyways this is such a cute idea and it was so fun to write!! enjoy <3

lee - wriothesley ☆

ler - childe ☆

��so, i hope you can get used to your new life here in the fortress of meropide.” wriothesley said unphased, as if there wasn’t a fatui harbinger right in front of him. he daintily sipped his piping hot cup of tea, deeply enjoying the aroma.

“you expect me to live in this shithole? it smells like sewage everywhere and everybody treats me like i’m weak.” the ginger boy complained, banging his fist on the table, causing tea to splash out of wriothesleys cup.

“well, nothing i can say but get used to it.” wriothesley chuckled under his breath, wiping some of the spilled tea droplets with his finger.

childe huffed, “that’s it! this is unacceptable!” he stood up menacingly, hands on the table. before leaning over and attempting to throw a hard punch at wriothesley. childes angry fist was met with wriothesleys palm.

“i’m afraid that’s against the rules, you can’t physically assault the duke of meropide. kindly humble yourself.” he gently pushed away childes palm. at this point, childe would have smoke coming out of his ears, the frustration in his eyes was enough to make anybody feel unsettled.

how could he teach this brat a lesson without getting into further trouble? his mind raced with all sorts of ideas, both violent and not.

until something hit him, a form of torture that is close to harmless but still could make anybody lose their mind. sure, it was silly, but childe would do anything to see this ass begging for his mercy. nothing is more satisfying to childe as a harbinger.

he sighed, closing his eyes as he remained standing. wriothesley noticed his electro delusion, it slowly began to glow in a mesmerizing way. while he got lost in the glowing purple orb, he felt his hands get pulled above his head, as if some invisible force was tampering with him.

out of instinct, he attempted to pull his arms down, but they felt strictly binded. oddly enough, as he looked up, he saw what appeared to be some purple cloud ensnaring his hands entirely.

as an important figure, he had to remain calm and unbothered. “can i atleast drink my tea?” he sighed. slouching back into the chair. “you’re just increasing your time spent here, little man.”

childe snarled, making his way over to the annoyed wriothesley. the black haired duke felt some sort of nervousness as childe approached. he made his way around and stood behind the duke. a few seconds of silence passed. until wriothesley felt a tingly feeling along his ribs.

this caught him very off guard, in fact, he actually flinched. it wasn’t that it hurt, but it strangely itched. he quietly grunted under the gentle touch. it felt very humiliating to be in such a situation.

“you said i cant hurt you so… i’ll have to resort to something else.” childe said cockily. wriothesley muffled a laugh as he felt the gentle fingers explore his exposed torso.

“eh…enough.. this is… rihidiculous.. unhand mehehe…” he stuttered, gently squirming.

“you’re quite ticklish indeed! seems not everyone is as tough as they look.” that snarky remark just made wriothesley want to sink into himself out of embarrassment.

as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. wriothesley was indeed very ticklish. tickling was never really something he thought about much. although sometime sigewinne would tease him about it.

he lost his train of thought as the feeling of wriggling fingers sped up. “hey, come on. enough with the tough guy act.”

wriothesley had one goal right now, to not laugh. he would rather die than be at the mercy of this bratty redhead. plus, it’s embarrassing to lose composure.

“you… arehehnt getting anywhere with thihis..” he choked out, trying to escape the feeling. he was slowly beginning to panic.

he thrashed against the chair, trying to wriggle out of his situation.

“kichikichicoo…” childe giggled, clearly he was having a blast.

“st-stohhop!! this is foolihihish!!” wriothesley squirmed and laughed under the wiggling fingers.

minutes passed, and wriothesley was beginning to grow weaker, no matter how much he squirmed he couldn’t escape the itchy feeling.

childe waited until wriothesley was panting with tears of laughter streaming down his face. until he could officially say that he had bested the duke.

“don’t even think about doing anything to me, duke.” he stepped away from him, very satisfied with what had come.

wriothesley was too humiliated to respond, he simply lowered his face, clenching his eyes shut with a frustrated frown.

“i’ll be on my way then.” childe said friendly, as if nothing had happened at all.

“h-hey wait.. my hands are still stuck, come back here at once!! i order you!”

[ravianefleurentia]

Tag 17. Berufliches Risiko (Wriothesly x Neuvillette) Genshin

Langsam blickte Wriothesly von seinem Stapel Papiere auf. Heute war wirklich ein langweiliger Tag. Da er sich an diesem Tag nur durch Akten wühlte und nicht einmal eine einzige Patrouille hatte er heute vor sich. Der einzige Vorteil an solchen Tagen war der pünktliche Feierabend, denn er zu sehr genoss. 

Doch am heutigen Tage war er am Abend mit einer wichtigen Person verabredet. Er wollte sich mit Neuvillette treffen und einfach etwas entspannen. Seine Arbeit war schließlich sehr anstrengend und kräftezehrend. Und auch wenn er seinen Job liebte, konnte ihm diese kleine Auszeit nicht schaden. 

Als der Wärter endlich fertig war stand er auf und streckte sich kurz. Dieses lange sitzen und nach unten gucken war er nicht gewohnt. Darum übernahm er dies Aufgaben nicht gerne aber wenn es um vertrauliche Informationen ging hatte er nun einmal keine Wahl. 

Wriothesly verließ das Gefängnis und atmete tief die frische Luft ein. Bei dem was er gleich machen wollte stahl sich ein Grinsen auf seine Lippen. So brach er in Richtung Neuvillettes private Gemächer auf. Der Schwarzhaarige war der einzige, der den zutritt hatte. Niemand sonst durfte den obersten Richter so privat und ungezwungen erleben. 

Endlich angekommen, klopfte er und wurde sofort hereingelassen. "Guten Abend Wriothesly!" begrüßte ihn der Ältere. "Einen schönen guten Abend, Monsieur Neuvillette!" antwortete er ganz höflich. "Bitte sei doch nicht so förmlich! Schließlich sind wir unter uns! Es wäre etwas anderes, wären wir in meinem Büro aber das sind wir nicht! Also lass bitte diese Höflichkeitsfloskeln!" bat Neuvi und lächelte ihn liebevoll an. 

"In Ordnung, Monsieur!" grinste der Gefängnisleiter frech. Der Wasserdrache schmunzelte und deutete seinem Gast es sich gemütlich zu machen. "Wie kommst du mit den Akten voran?" fragte er nun nach der Arbeit seines Freundes. "Naja, es gibt Beweise die dafür und dagegen sprechen. Noch kann ich nicht viel sagen!" meinte Wrio und setzte sich auf das Sofa. 

Der Richter setzte sich neben ihn und so redeten sie eine ganze weile über alles mögliche. Nach einer Weile hatte Wrio die Augen geschlossen, redete aber weiter mit ihm. Neuvillettes Blick landete auf den Handschellen, welche wie immer an dem Gürtel des Wolfes befestigt waren. 

Vorsichtig versuchte der Weißhaarige sie zu lösen. Und wie durch ein Wunder schaffte er es ohne das Wrio es merkte. Als er sie in den Händen hielt grinste der Richter. Schnell und geschickt legte er seinem Freund nun seine eigenen Handschellen an. 

"Was?" fragte er und realisierte was passiert war. "Erinnerst du dich noch daran, wie du mich in deinen Fängen hattest? Und jetzt bin ich mal am Zug!" sprach Neuvillette und betrachtete seinen Wolf.       

"N...Neuvillette, nein! Bitte nicht!" sprach Wrio und versuchte seine Hände zu befreien. "Warum denn nicht? Ich möchte dich auch mal auf deine Empfindlichkeit testen! Und außerdem, wenn du die Handschellen immer bei dir trägst, ist es quasi dein Berufs Risiko!" kicherte der Richter und machte sich an den schweren Metallstiefeln zu schaffen. "Und außerdem muss es doch total anstrengend sein, den ganzen Tag in dieses schweren Schuhen zu laufen!" fügte er noch hinzu. 

Wriothesly seufzte und nickte. "Ja, es ist teilweise sehr anstrengend aber man gewöhnt sich daran!" sprach dieser nun und wackelte leicht mit seinen Zehen als auch seine Socken ausgezogen waren. Neuvillette nahm diese Einladung mit Freuden an und ließ seinen Zeigefinger sanft über die Fußsohle gleiten. 

Sofort durchzog ihn dieses Gefühl und er konnte nicht anders als einen unmännlichen Laut von sich zu geben. "Du klingst fast wirklich wie ein Wolf!" sprach Neuvi grinsend. Der Schwarzhaarige knurrte und zog seinen Fuß zurück. Doch der Richter packte sanft seinen Knöchel und setzte sich darauf. 

Ganz zärtlich spielte er mit seinem hilflosen Fuß. "Hahahahahahahaha nihihihihihihihihicht hahahahahahahaha..." lachte Wrio und zuckte. "Oh mein Wolfi! Du gehörst mir!" provozierte er frech und genoss diesen Anblick. "Aber weißt du was wir noch probieren können?" fragte er und löste seine gefiederte Haarnadel. 

Als der Wächter sie sah schluckte er und schüttelte den Kopf. Die flauschige Feder umspielte seine zu empfindlichen Füße. Das klare Lachen des Wolfes hallte durch den Raum. "Nihihihihihihihihicht hahahahahahahaha dahahahahahas hahahahahahaha..." lachte er. "Ach? Aber du mochtest meine Feder doch auch!" konterte er nun und lachte leise. 

Wrio wollte eigentlich etwas sagen aber mehr als Lachen brachte er nicht raus. "Hahahahahahahaha bihihihihihihitte hahahahahahaha nihihihihihihicht..." rief er lachend. Nach einigen Minuten hörte Neuvillette auf. "Arme über den Kopf!" befahl er mit sanfter Stimme und grinste. Langsam gehorchte der Gefangene und legte seine gefesselten Arme nach oben.

Neuvi machte sich nun daran das Oberteil seines lieblings Wolfs hoch zu schieben und entblöße eine gut aussehende und vernarbte Brust. Wriothesly war nun einmal ein Krieger oder eher gesagt Wächter. "Diese Verletzungen waren bestimmt sehr schmerzhaft..." meinte der Richter vorsichtig und berührte sanft einige der Narben. "Ziemlich! Aber mittlerweile gehören sie zu mir und meiner Geschichte!" antworte er grinsend. 

"Die Bescheidenheit in Person!" kicherte Neuvillette und fuhr nun mit der Feder die gut sichtbaren Narben nach. Wrio konnte nicht anders, lachte und krallte seine Hände in eines der Kissen. "Sehr gut!" lobte die höchste Instanz Fontaines. "Hahahahahahahaha dahahahahanke hahahahahahaha!" meinte er lachend und zuckte leicht. 

Auch der Richter hatte Spaß an dieser Situation. "Wie hast du dir diese Narbe zugezogen?" fragte er und zog die Feder über eine gekreuzte Narbe an seiner Seite. Der Schwarzhaarige kicherte und versuchte ihm die Geschichte zu erzählen. So ging das eine ganze Weile weiter und Wriothesly berichtete viel von seinen Abenteuern.

Das sanfte Kitzeln wurde irgendwann zum starken Kitzeln seiner Finger. Laut lachend lag Wrio da und bohrte seine eigenen Finger mehr ins Kissen. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICHT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITTE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." rief er nun. "Warum denn nicht? Lass alles los und genieße es einfach!" sprach der Weißhaarige liebevoll und hielt kurz inne. "J...Jahaha!" kicherte er und sah seinem Partner tief in die Augen.    

So kitzelte Neuvillette seinen geliebten Wolf bis tief in die Nacht. Irgendwann waren sie Beide zufrieden und schliefen Arm in Arm ein.

[tea-twords]

Me to this fic

Just A Scratch

Warnings: tickling???

Characters: Neuvillette, Wriothesely, Clorinde (ft Sigewinne at the end)

Wriotheseley has sustained a small injury while messing around in the ring as usual, only Clorinde and Neuvillette won't let it slide.

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Wriothesley winced as he reached for one of his boxes of tea on the shelf. His recent escapades in the ring gifted him a nice bruise on his rib cage. It wasn’t that he lost, but his opening happened to find a great opening to deliver a decent blow to the Duke.

He didn’t want to tell Siegwinne, knowing she would probably try and make him drink one of her deadly milkshakes.

His pain, however, did not go unnoticeable by his guests.

“Wriothesley, have you been sparring with the prisoners again?” Clorinde and Neuvillette were making their rare appearance at Wriothesley’s request for some tea. Well, the invitation was extended to the former, who then managed to convince the Chief Justice to come with her for once.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just a bruise… ah!” A small pang shot up through his ribs as he happened to twist in an odd motion.

“You aren’t hiding it very well.”

“Shut up, Neuvillette.”

“Woah, you hear that Chief? He just told you to shut up.”

“Hm… very unprofessional, Wriothesley.”

“C’mon! I didn’t mean it in a malicious way!”

The three chuckled amongst themselves as they enjoyed their tea together, well Neuvillette had water as usual.

“But seriously, it’s unlike you to be bothered by such pain, so it must be bad. Get it checked out.” Clorinde frowned.

“No, no. It’s fine really, it’s probably just a bruise.” Wriothesley tried to laugh it off, but was receiving glares from the other two. “Guys… please…”

“Let’s examine him ourselves. He’s going to put up a fight though.” The Duelist smiled, though Wriothesley knew it was one of warning.

“Clorinde is right… Wriothesley you need to take care of your body.”

Clorinde had already stood up and was trying to grab the cryo user by the wrist. The two laughing at each other as they tried to dodge each other around the small table in the Administration Office.

“Please, I’m not an old man like you Neuvillette, I’ve still got a lot of years left in me-AH!”

With a swift motion, Neuvillette caught the Duke off guard as he was attempting to run past him and pulled him onto the sofa.

“Alright, hold him down and I’ll check out his injuries.” Clorinde looked as if she was enjoying this way too much.

“Fuck off!”

“He swore! Send him to court!”

“G-Get off me both of you!”

Neuvillette played his part by holding Wriothesely’s legs down as Clorinde teased him, trying to undo his vest or pull up his shirt.

“Haha! S-Stop! Get off me!”

“Wriothesley, I believe your injuries are no laughing matter.” The Chief Justice chided him gently.

“What are you laughing about? Wait… are you… ticklish~?” Clorinde smirked and softly skittered her long nails across the Duke’s exposed waist.

“Pff- ah! Hehe-stop that! I-I am not ticklish!”

“Neuvillette, I’m going to need you to hold him down more.”

“No no nohohohohoo!!!”

Neuvillette pulled Wriothesley closer to get a better grip on him, whatever this ‘being ticklish’ was seemed to have weakened the Duke, causing him to be easily maneuvered. He held his wrists while the Duelist continued to slowly lift his shirt up and continue to tickle his abs now.

“GAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” Wriothesley wheezed and giggled, a sound neither of them ever heard before, but very amusing.

“Well well, can you imagine if your opponents in the ring found out you were ticklish? You would be losing every match.”

“SHUHUT UUUUP!!”

Clorinde finally managed to get his shirt up enough to see his ribs, he did indeed have a bruise on his left side, it didn’t look broken thankfully.

“Tsk, look at this huge bruise, Chief.”

“Wriothesley, I don’t think a bruise is something to be afraid to seek medical attention about. But seeing as it’s only one side… do you think his ribs can be this ‘ticklish’ thing too?” The faint smile in Neuvillette’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Why don’t you give it a go? Put your fingers on his ribs and gently squeeze.”

“NOHOHO DONT!!”

“Like this?”

Clorinde held Wriothesley down now as Neuvillette ran his fingers gently over his ribs and gave an adorable attempt at trying to squeeze him.

“Hrrk-pff! Neuvillette your a-attempt suhucks!”

“Don’t be so nervous, make him laugh more. He deserves it.”

The Hydro Dragon hesitantly gave his friends ribs more of a vigorous and fast paced squeezing, sending Wriothesely into hysterics.

“GAHAHAHAA AAAAAHHH!!! NEUVIHIHILEEETTE!!!!”

“Pff- this is… quite amusing…”

Clorinde smiled, seeing Neuvillette come out of his shell a little. She kept a hold on Wriothesely’s arm to help her boss.

The Iudex has a small smile on his face as the Duke squirmed and thrashed about on his lap.

“AAAHAHAHAHA NEUVI- I SWEAR TO CELESTIA I WILL GEHEHEHET YOUUUU!!!”

“Are you sure you want to try and fight me now that I have regained my full power?”

“Was that a tease, boss?”

“I-I… well it was not my intention…”

“HAHAHA GUYS I AM STILL DYIIIHIHIHIIING!!”

“Dying? Who is dying here!?” The three snapped their heads to the stairway, Siegwinne had come in unnoticed due to the commotion. After she saw what was occurring, she smirked.

“Ooohh~ I see you guys discovered how ticklish His Grace is.”

“Siegwinne… shut up…” The Duke warned as he attempted to glare at her through his residual giggles.

“No no, tell us Sigewinne.” Clorinde grinned, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Oh, let me tell you two aaaaaall about Wriothesely’s ticklish spots.”

Any guards that happened to walk past the Administration Office that afternoon could swear they heard some mysterious howling and laughter emanating from behind the closed doors.

[leeflms]

"𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘"

synopsis: claiming you as his prize for tonight.

warnings: suggestive, kinda NSFW???, making out, racer!wriothesley, user is GENDER NEUTRAL

author's note: as soon as I saw the new art of wriothesley I just knew I had to write about him,, I might make another part of this if I feel like it ^^ IM SO SORRY IF THERES ANY MISTAKES WITH THE GRAMMAR I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 1 AM AND FELT TOO LAZY TO CHECK IF THERE'S ANY ERRORS

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Wriothesley was at the garage along with the his team. He had his race suit hanging around his waist, showing off the fireproof top that he has underneath the suit. He watched as his mechanics checked up on his car, to ensure that there won't be any problems once he's on the circuit.

It's clear that he's nervous, he had an anxious frown on his face. And as his lover, of course you'd have to comfort and reassure him before the start of the race. You'd always tell him that if he does well in the race, you'll reward him.. it can be any kind of reward, depends on what he wants. And surprisingly, it always works. Just tell him, "If you place first, I'll reward you." And he will win first place. He reminds you of a dog, the way he's willing to do anything if you mention anything about rewarding him.

"Wrio, what's wrong?" You ask, approaching him.

"Nothing. Just nervous." He muttered.

"Why so nervous? It's just a race, you've done this hundreds of times now."

"I know that.. It's just— anything could happen once I'm on the racetrack."

"Well, how about this," You place a hand on his shoulder, coming close to him to whisper into his ear. "If you win this, then I'm all yours tonight."

As you step back, Wriothesley is left with a flustered expression on his face. He let's out a breathy chuckle. "Archons— All of you? The hair, the lips, the body, it's all mine?"

"All yours, love."

And that was all it took for him to be speeding through the circuit, winning the race with ease. As he drove back to his garage's pitstop, there were already a ton of reporters, journalists, and photographers waiting for him there. He couldn't really care less about how they started to rush over to him, asking him questions as he got out of his car.

Their questions fell on deaf ears, Wriothesley walked back into the garage as he took of his helmet, ruffling his messy hair, ignoring the staff that wanted to congratulate him. Currently, the only thing that was on his mind was you. He wanted to see you, he needed to kiss you, he needed to touch you, he needed you as his reward.

He went inside his waiting room, locking the door behind him while his eyes gaze at you.

It didn't take too long before you found yourself pinned to the door, making out with Wriothesley as he unzips his suit and let's it hang around his waist.

Wriothesley breaks the kiss, leaving the both of you panting. He stays so close to you, forehead pressed against yours, looking into your eyes. "You're driving me so crazy.." He murmured into your mouth.

"Shit— We can't do this here.." You saying that served as a reminder for Wriothesley that the two of you are still in the garage, everyone is outside waiting for him, while he's out here desperately kissing you.

"But I want it here, right now." He pressed his lips against yours again, his rough and calloused hands all over your body.

Surely those reporters outside can wait. Wriothesley is still claiming and enjoying his reward, and he's far from done with you.

[chibimochii]

Ugly sweater for me? Nah, it's for you~♡

Wahhh @xsezzie you wrote a fic for me for secret Santa- and I was gone from tumblr- it slipped past me and I've read it and I adore it- and I'm sooo terribly sorry that it's taken me an embarrassing amount of time to react to it- so I offer you all I can offer- some art. For the record I loved it-

Pls do read it, I've linked it right under here-! It's perfect bc it's neuvi rerun tomorrow~ who else is hyped??🌟

[otomiyaa]

Quality Time

Wriothesley x Lyney

A/N: Don't ask me when I came up with this. At the cinema when I was bored during a movie. Also if you enjoy this pair, click this, I recently commissioned this art and it's just 🤌 amazing! You won't be disappointed!

Summary: Not explicit but very suggestive - Lyney came to Wriothesley with a mission: to seduce him and make up for some lost time of intimacy. Too bad the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide is too busy to play...

Wriothesley stared, pinched his own cheek and shook his head. Hmm.

"Am I dreaming? Am I imagining things? Was my afternoon tea poisoned?" he wondered out loud in quite the dramatic way.

But there was a reason to be dramatic, and theatric. There in his chair, in his office at the the Fortress of Meropide, sat his boyfriend. Away from daylight and away from the spotlight of the theather, Lyney appeared to have made himself comfortable in a pretty unique manner.

He was lounging in the Duke's chair, hands secured behind his back with Wriothesley's very own handcuffs, but not looking like he was in any trouble. In fact, he looked rather comfortable and smirked playfully as Wriothesley took in the remarkable sight.

"You're not dreaming, Sir. You're not imagining things either, although I do hope those fantasies of yours are somewhat similar to this." He winked. "And no, I think your precious tea was perfectly fine. Hi, Wrio. How's your day?"

Lyney stretched his legs and crossed them at his ankles, looking way too comfortable.

"What are you doing here? Did you... cuff yourself?" Wriothesley asked, walking closer and reaching out for his hands, but Lyney turned away and flashed him the cutest and flirtiest little grin.

"I came to play, obviously. You don't come to me, so I come to you. Simple." He shook his hips seductively to make his point. Woah.

He came to play. He came to seduce him, to be naughty, convince him to take time off work while indulging in pleasure, the little minx he was. Wriothesley smirked. That was also what he loved about him.

Still... He sighed and gazed at the time. In just 15 minutes if not less, Neuvillette was going to be here for an appointment. There was barely any room for some sweet quality time. He clicked his tongue. The timing of Lyney's moment of mischief couldn't be worse.

"What, don't like what you see? I'm all yours~" Lyney licked his lips and writhed in Wriothesley's seat, displaying how helplessly tied he was. Thank the Seven he was still properly dressed. But yes. Of course he liked it.

Wriothesley was shamefully aware that it had been exactly 13 days since the last time they were intimate. All because work just sometimes took too much of his time and energy. He had hardly been home, and Lyney didn't exactly have an empty schedule either.

"Lyney..." He was burning with temptation and desire to just devour Lyney right then and there. But... 15 minutes had become 14 minutes already. Just 14 minutes until his appointment with Neuvillette. Still, was he going to tell Lyney 'no' in his pretty face when he was being this naughty, confident and playful, and make him leave in shame?

"I'm not going anywhere you know~" Lyney sang. The little brat. Wriothesley rolled his eyes fondly and grabbed his arm. He should really throw him out, but he couldn't.

"Is that right?" he asked, lifting Lyney off the chair with ease, and he sat down and pulled him down on his lap.

...He was not going to take the bait, but it wouldn't hurt to play a little at least. Well, maybe in a different way than Lyney intended. Lyney immediately arched his back and leaned against him in a flirty and sexy way, allowing Wriothesley to kiss his neck and ear from behind. Lyney really thought they were going to get all hot and steamy here, while in fact...

"HWAhhah?" Lyney let out a cute squeaky giggle and jolted when Wriothesley had made a claw of his hand and wiggled his fingers big and wide on his tiny and vulnerable tummy.

"What's wrong?" Wriothesley hummed seductively in his ear, and he wiggled his fingers some more, now adding another hand which he positioned at his hip. He squeezed his hipbone and enjoyed a little too much how he jerked in his lap.

"W-whahahat are you d-doihihing?" Lyney whined, squirming on top of him when Wriothesley used his two big hands to tickle him with.

"You wanted to play, didn't you?" he mumbled, taking Lyney's earlobe in between his teeth and nibbling and suckling on it. Suddenly when it wasn't meant in a sexy way but just to tickle him, Lyney wasn't being the flirty beast from earlier. No moan or sigh came from his lips. He was giggling his head off, and Wriothesley was enjoying every second of it.

"Nohoho not like thihihis! W-Wrio-ahahaha!" Lyney struggled and squirmed, but his hands that were stuck behind his back were becoming quite the disadvantage.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lyney? Are the handcuffs in your way? What happened to your magic?"

Wriothesley was a little mean to ask these things when Lyney had long lost the ability to speak. He lay helplessly in Wriothesley's lap and squealed as the Duke had lost every little bit of control and wrecked his cheeky boyfriend with all ten fingers.

"AHAha- wheheheeh Wria-hahahah! Naha-ehehe!" Lyney laughed and squealed breathlessly, and Wriothesley eyed the clock on his desk again. Still 10 more minutes, so he was going to enjoy tickling Lyney for every single one of them. And he really did.

He recalled how easily ticklish his sides were. The kitty-like mewl sounds he would make when he merely touched his thighs without even the intention to tickle them. And even in this position, he could wriggle his fingers under his arms and make him shriek by tickling those deliciously sensitive armpits.

"Pleh-plehehease Wriotheslehehey!" Lyney bucked on top of him when Wriothesley had at last moved to playing his ribs like an instrument.

He clawed and wiggled his fingers around, digging in and scratching occasionally, enjoying the kind of music it made. By kicking his legs, Lyney made quite the dance moves to go with his sweet melodious laughter, and Wriothesley couldn't help but smile as he admired the performance.

"Thank you, Lyney. I really appreciate that you came to play," he mumbled in his ear, then kissed and blew on his neck to tickle him there too. Lyney cried out and shook his head hysterically.

"You're so-aahahahaha!" Wriothesley was so 'ahaha', he knew that of course. Smirking, he continued the playful assault. Surely Lyney didn't know this was only because they only had very few minutes of private time left. Not enough for the fastest quickie, no, Wriothesley would want it to take forever. However the more he tickled Lyney, the more he started to regret this particular decision as well.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Wriothesley asked, trying to tease him while he started to suffer at the realization that he had to send Lyney out of his office really soon. He wished he could keep on tickling him like this minutes longer, hours even and - .... click.

His heart sank at the sound of the door downstairs. Then slow, quiet yet reconizable footsteps could be heard, coming up the stairs.

"Wriothesley? I am here."

Neuvillette. His fingers on Lyney's body froze, and he held his breath.

"W-Wrio? Who's...?" Why Lyney was so surprised he was expecting a visitor, he had no idea. However, Neuvillette was two minutes early, and Wriothesley had lost track of time after all.

He hastily looked at Lyney, all blushy and breathless in his lap, and considered what he should do. It was no secret to Neuvillette that they were a couple, but they always kept work and private matters separated like professionals.

He would also feel bad if he were to get caught like this, since it was the request of his own that Neuvillette, busy as always, should come down here for their meeting.

Now that he was already here, it was also too late to send Lyney away, so...

[lovelynim]

Holy. Fuck.

Ten minutes in heaven | Wrioney [n$fw]

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN THE AFTERNOON WONDERFUL FABI @lovelynim! I hope you enjoy this little gift! It's my first time working Wrioney, I hope I made them justice and you like this! I LOVE YOU ❤️

Summary: Wriothesley not only stood him up, but also ghosted him. It's only Lyney is so mad. 

Words: 2k+

“Sigewinne, let me out! I'm not kidding!” 

“Nope.” The sweet voice came from outside. “I'm tired of listening to you both bickering, so you'll both stay there until you reconcile.” They couldn't see her, but Sigewinne nodded, proud of herself. “Or else you won't get out. I'll be back in ten minutes.”

00:01:00

Lyney whined, pressing his forehead against the wooden door. If he had known that his visit to the Fortress of Meripide would end with him locked in that small closet with the person he least wanted to be around at that moment– well, he wouldn't have gone in the first place.

Besides, he had only gone for one reason: he wanted to fight. He wanted to argue with the administrator of the place, also called Wriothesley, also called his boyfriend. Turning his head slightly, he looked at Wriothesley standing behind him, arms crossed above his broad chest, with his imposing stature and his warm eyes fixed on Lyney. Lyney frowned, also crossing his arms and leaning his back against the door. Wriothesley chuckled and a deep blush spread across his cheeks from pure anger; he bared his fangs in a snarl, glaring at the other man. 

“What?!” 

Wriothesley shook his head softly, “are you really that mad at me, kitten?” 

Somehow, Lyney felt heat radiating from his vision, he was ready to attack at any second. “Don't call me that! I hate you so much, get me out!” 

Wriothesley chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders. “I can't. Sigewinne has the key and I'm not planning on destroying my office.”

“Hmph!”

00:02:07

Lyney couldn't decipher the emotion in Wriothesley's eyes. Something between sadness and tenderness and shame and love– he couldn't stand looking at him anymore and he closed his eyes, turning his head. 

“Listen, kitten-” 

“Don't call me that.”

“Lyney, I'm truly sorry about what I did,” Wriothesley said, gently touching Lyney’s elbow, but the magician jerked away. “You know my work here is not easy, I truly wanted to be there on time, but then Neuvillette came by and I had to take care of some stuff and-”

“It's not just that!” 

Lyney hated that he felt his eyes tearing up. He was used to Wriothesley's rudeness, but knew it was not on purpose. It was true that his job wasn't exactly an easy one, and Lyney forgave every time Wriothesley missed one of their dates or arrived ridiculously late, because he understood, he really did. But just because he knew that Wriothesley's job kept him busy most of the time, Lyney made sure to invite him to a super important show he was having months in advance, and he made sure to remind Wriothesley every single week, every single day and he promised so sure of himself that he was going to be there. 

But of course, he wasn't, but the worst thing was that it had been two weeks since that day and Lyney had heard absolutely nothing from Wriothesley in all that time! He even thought that something bad had happened to him, but what was his surprise when he found him stuck in his office; when their eyes met, Wriothesley didn't even seem surprised to see Lyney and greeted him as he normally did. Wasn't that too much?! 

“I can't believe you treated me like that. And you know it's not only about you not coming to see my show, but you just not reaching me in two whole weeks! Do you know how worried I was?!” 

“I'm so sorry, I really have no excuse for that,” Wriothesley said sincerely, scratching the back of his head. “I thought you'd be really angry with me, so I wanted to give you your space, but… I think I messed up even more.”

“Yes you did!” Lyney wiped the tears from his cheeks angrily, and taking a single step forward, he encountered Wriothesley's body and punched him in the chest. “I felt so bad! I thought you didn't want to see me anymore! You're so stupid, Wriothesley!” 

Perfect, now he was really crying. Lyney whined and growled when Wriothesley suddenly hugged him, pressing him tightly against his chest. He struggled, trying to break free from the embrace, he didn't want to be comforted, he wanted Wriothesley to know that he had made him feel terribly bad! 

“I'm truly sorry, Lyney,” Wriothesley said softly, his deep voice against Lyney's ear making him shiver. “I was just careless and stupid. I truly wanted to go see you, but I didn't dare– I didn't know how to face you and what to say to you after promising for months that I would be there. I'm sorry, kitten.” 

Lyney pressed his face against Wriothesley’s chest and cried. The last two weeks had been hell for him. Had Wriothesley stopped loving him? Had he missed Lyney's show because he never  wanted to see him again? Worse yet, had something happened to him? Did he get into an accident when he was on his way to the show? A thousand and one thoughts ran through his mind, they didn't let him sleep, eat, and sometimes even breathe. He was afraid to go to the Fortress of Meripide because he didn't want to know if something bad happened to Wriothesley, but in the end he did and to find him there… just working. 

“I was scared! I hate you so much, Wriothesley!” 

That was a lie, of course he didn't hate him, on the contrary, the only reason he was there was because he loved him desperately. His heart longed to see him safe and sound, he wanted to be in Wriothesley's arms again and hear his voice. Lyney just couldn't hate him because he loved him too much. 

Wriothesley gently cupped his flushed, wet cheeks, his thumbs gently rubbing under his eyes to wipe the falling tears away. He pressed a tender kiss to Lyney’s forehead, then his nose and the corner of his mouth before pressing their foreheads together. 

“Please forgive me, Lyney. Just this once. I promise I'll do better.” 

Lyney whined, his eyes crossing a little as he tried to look at Wriothesley’s. “I just want you to let me know you won't come and if you're okay! I understand about your stupid job!” 

Wriothesley chuckled and Lyney couldn't help but smile, gently hitting his arm. “You are so stupid!” 

00:04:45

Wriothesley nodded, “I am. I missed you very much, kitten.” 

Lyney pouted and with a smile, Wriothesley kissed his lips. A small, chaste kiss that made Lyney feel butterflies, but a small kiss like that wasn't enough for the two weeks they hadn't seen each other. Lyney wrapped his arms around Wriothesley's waist and brought him close to him, his tongue pushing between the other's lips, making him gasp into Lyney's mouth. Wriothesley grabbed the back of Lyney's head, tilting his head back slightly so he could kiss him better. A war broke out within their mouths; gasps and soft moans escaped their lips as they hungrily devoured each other. 

Lyney felt light-headed, breathless. His heart was beating fast, bouncing within his chest. He had missed Wriothesley's passionate kisses so much, his strong hands holding his face, the warmth of his body against him. He had missed it so much. He opened one of his eyes, his sight slightly blurry with tears; Wriothesley's expression was a sight to behold… but why was he looking so happy after the torture he made Lyney go through? He had forgiven him, but would he get out of this without being punished? Of course not! 

Lyney tapped his fingers against Wriothesley’s waist, between those fierce kisses, Wriothesley barely noticed the light touch on his waist, but it was very different when Lyney pressed that super sensitive spot just above Wriothesley's hips. 

00:05:37

Wriothesley gasped, quickly pulling apart and grabbing Lyney's shoulders to push him away. “What are you- ngh!” His words got stuck in his throat, Lyney was smirking widely.

“What? Did you really think I won't punish you? Silly Duke.” 

Wriothesley opened his mouth to say something else, but Lyney pressed against him, cornering him against the wall as his light fingers clawed at Wriothesley’s hips, making him jump and break into loud laughter. He arched his back, but Lyney simply pressed against him tighter, one of his legs between Wriothesley's. He always found it funny how a big guy like Wriothesley became almost useless when tickled; even someone small like Lyney could manhandle him a bit like this. 

Wriothesley's hands tried to push Lyney away, but when his nimble fingers moved under his arms, Wriothesley pressed his arms to his sides, laughing brightly. He squirmed and begged between gasps and laughs and squeals for Lyney to stop, but his pleas fell in deaf ears. 

“Ah, so your armpits are still really ticklish, hmm? What about here?” 

“N-NoHOho! K-KihiHIhitten, plehehease!” 

Snorty giggles left his mouth when Lyney started to wiggle his fingers against the sides of his neck, a sweet spot the magician especially loved. It made Wriothesley so desperate, his laughter panicking and his squirming intensifying. It seemed completely torturous to him and Lyney couldn't help but feel a little sadistic seeing Wriothesley's state. He was flushing already, even crying as he mercilessly tickled his neck and- oh? 

00:06:40

“You are disgusting, Wriothesley. Why are you grinding against my thigh? Ah, I see, you liked your tickles too much?” 

Wriothesley shook his head, going crazy with the tickling on his neck. His hands lacked the strength to push Lyney's fingers away, and Lyney laughed.

“S-Stohop, PLEHEASE, I- NGH!”

“You don't want me to stop,” Lyney purred, the maddening tickling stopping so he could palm Wriothesley's hardening cock above his clothes. “You're not supposed to enjoy your punishments, Wriothesley.” Lyney wrapped the red tie around his hand and pulled at it, bringing Wriothesley’s face close to his. “I really should show you how pissed I am with you, hmm?” 

“K-Kitten,” Wriothesley gulped, his teary eyes blinking and trying to find a way out. Lyney smirked. “I s-said I'm sorry. And you said… you forgave me.” 

Lyney shrugged, “and I did, but you need to learn your lesson. Do not mess with me again, Wriothesley.” 

Wriothesley gasped when Lyney suddenly dropped on his knees in front of him, his fingers hooking on the waistband of his pants and the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down to his knees at once. Wriothesley whimpered and he tried to cover his half hard dick, but Lyney slapped his big hands away and took Wriothesley’s cock between his smaller hands. 

His cock wasn't even half its usual size, but Lyney knew what to do. He lifted the cock with one hand and his tongue traced a warm, wet path of saliva from Wriothesley's balls to the tip. Wriothesley's legs shook and he pressed a hand against his mouth to keep from making a sound. Lyney laughed, closing his mouth around the tip and circling with his tongue. The salty taste of precum exploded in his mouth as his hand moved up and down slowly, stroking the growing length. 

“L-Lyney,” he moaned, his voice muffled behind his hand. 

“There we go,” Lyney said, pulling the cock out of his mouth with a pop and it kept up, moist and dripping. “That was fast, huh? Were you pent up? Did you miss me during these two weeks? You just wanted to fuck me, right?” He slapped the tip of Wriothesley's cock and he trembled, a deep moan leaving his mouth. 

“I- I didn't only miss f-fucking you, I-”

“You didn't? I don't believe you,” Lyney said with a shrug, his hand wrapping around Wriothesley's cock again, stroking him fast. “I think you just wanted to put this thing on my butt all these days.” 

Wriothesley shook his head, grunting and moaning, his hips circling and thrusting. Lyney smirked, oh his poor Wriothesley was so close to cum. He really was pent up, hmm? What a shame~

00:08:59

“No you can't.” Lyney stopped, his hands moving away, and Wriothesley cried, clenching his dick as trying to reach his peak, but it was useless. 

“H-Huh?! W-Why not?!”

Lyney pouted, looking at Wriothesley's cock as the tip of his finger tapped against the wet head, making it twitch. “It's frustrating right?” Lyney pressed a kiss to the tip and looked up at Wriothesley. “That's how you make me feel, Wrio. So. Frustrated.” 

Lyney stuck his tongue out and licked the salty precum before pushing the whole length into his mouth. Wriothesley was huge, but Lyney wasn't scared of it anymore, rather he was hungry. Wriothesley moaned loudly, his hands moving to grip at Lyney's hair. The magician frowned and slapped at the hands, pushing them away from him as he started to bobble his head, sucking Wriothesley. One of his hands gripped Wriothesley's thighs to keep his balance while the other started to tickle his balls.

Wriothesley gasped. “Nngh! H-Hold on! Hold ohohon! D-dohon't tickle me t-tohoo!”

He squirmed and Lyney frowned, pressing his hand against Wriothesley's hip to keep him in place. 

“L-Lyney… ah! Ah! I'm c-cumming. I'm- 

“Phaw!” 

00:09:15

“N-No, please! Le-Let me cum, please. Please!” Tears of despair fell down Wriothesley's cheeks. Oh, Lyney loved seeing him so desperate. He smiled angelically. 

“Ow, you wanted to cum, Wrio? I'm so sorry, I had no idea!” Lyney raised, placing Wriothesley's cock between his legs, making him hiss. “You really wanted to cum?” He whispered against Wriothesley's lips and he nodded desperately. “I really wanted to see you these two weeks.” 

Wriothesley whined, “I'm sorry, Lyney. I'm s-sorry- anh!” 

Lyney began to move his hips, squeezing Wriothesley's cock between his thighs. The duke moaned, his eyes crossing. Lyney smirked, his fingers flicking Wriothesley's hardened nipples over his suit. “Are you feeling well, your excellency?” Wriothesley shuddered, nodding as his breathing became erratic. He was close again. “Oh no, his excellency is going to cum, does he deserve it?” 

“Yes! Yes, please don't stop, please, I-”

00:10:03

“I am back! Are you guys reconciled?” 

Wriothesley gasped and Lyney giggled when he pressed him tightly against him, but he pulled away, leaving his cock twitching with yet another ruined orgasm. 

“What a shame, you were so close, Wriothesley,” he whispered, shrugging and winking at him before turning around. “We're ready, Sigewinne, we're good again.”

“Great! Then I'll open the door.” Lyney heard the key turning in the bolt and the padlock opening, Sigewinne's small hand closed around the knob and she turned it, trying to open it. ‘'Huh?! Why can't I open it?!” 

A wide smile appeared on Lyney's face as a hand pressed against the door, right next to his head.

“Sorry, Sigewinne,” Wriothesley said, his voice strained. “We still… need to talk.”

“Ah I see,” Sigewinne said, leaving the knob. “Then I'll let you to it then. I'll be back in another ten minutes!” 

They both heard small footsteps walking away and then the office door opening and closing. Lyney laughed softly. 

“Do you need something, Wrio?” 

00:01:01

“Yes and we have ten minutes for it.” Lyney gasped when Wriothesley pulled his shorts and underwear down, freeing his hard cock. A finger touched his butthole and he whimpered, holding onto the door. “Let's see how much you missed me, Kitten.” 

Lyney purred. “I wonder~” 

Lyney wondered if ten minutes would be enough to satisfy Wriothesley… and himself after being away for two whole weeks. Ah, make-up sex was always the best.

[skayleay]

✧ MASTERPOST ✧

MCYT:

lee!Tubbo and ler!Tommy

lee!Tommy and ler!Aimsey (ff fanart)

lee!Ranboo and ler!Crumb (ff fanart)

lee!Ranboo and ler!Tommy (ff fanart)

lee!Ranboo and ler!Clingyduo (ff fanart)

lee!Ranboo and ler!Tommy (ff fanart)

lee!Ranboo and ler!Wilbur

lee!Niki and ler!Wilbur

lee!Ranboo and ler!Aimsey

(and that's the last one, now I'm Genshin Impact only focused)

Genshin Impact:

lee!Kuki Shinobu and ler!Arataki Itto

lee!Childe and ler!Zhongli

lee!Xiao and ler!Venti

lee!Zhongli and ler!Childe

lee!Wanderer and ler!Nahida/ler!Aether

lee! Alhaitam and ler!Kaveh

lee!Wanderer and ler!Aether

lee!Aether and ler!Wanderer

lee!Cyno and ler!Tighnari

lee!Zhongli and ler!Childe

lee!Zhongli and ler!Childe

lee!Alhaitham and ler!Kaveh

lee! Aether and ler!Xiao

lee!Childe and ler!Zhongli

lee!Venti and ler!Aether

lee!Scara and ler!Nahida

lee!Alhaitham and ler!Kaveh

lee!Venti and ler!Zhongli (fanart)

lee!Albedo and ler!Aether (COMMISION)

lee!Heizou and ler! Aether

lee!Childe and ler! Neuvillette

lee!Childe and ler! Wriothesley

lee!Childe and ler!Scara

lee!Zhongli and ler!Childe

lee!Wriothesley and ler!Clorinde/ler! Neuvillette

lee!Venti and ler!Diluc (COMMISION)

lee!Lumine and ler!Tartaglia

lee!Gaming (COMMISION)

lee!Xiao and ler!Venti

[aeroplaneblues]

Cheers Mate ⛓️⚖️

So far, Wriothesley and freminet are my faves in fontaine. But the one i like everything is wrio, just look at him😂

Wrio and cyno would get along because laws, but also its two guys who had a rough childhoods and despite it work towards making everyone’s lives better. OH fe3h en va too haha

My apologies to any british friend offended by my use of innit🧐

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 05 - (Un)tie

Genshin Impact - Lyney x Wriothesley

“Tada ~” Lyney hummed proudly before showing Wriothesley his wrists. His untied wrists, twirling the rope that was supposed to be bounding them between his fingers. “Amazing, isn’t it?”

Wriothesley didn’t seem to agree with that statement, however. In fact, if anything, he was annoyed. All he wanted was to try something new with his boyfriend, so how did he end up having an unrequited magic show? 

The duke frowned. “Can you stop doing that?” Wriothesley sighed, snatching the rope from Lyney’s hands and starting to tie his hands together again.

“I can’t stop the magic, monsieur, maybe you should be the one trying out the bondage?” Lyney smirked, leaning back into the soft pillows as he watched Wriothesley pulling the rope before making a knot. “Oh please, did you get angry with a little jest?”

“No, not at all,” Wriothesley muttered, his eyes glued on Lyney’s hands, watching the little magician intertwine his fingers. There had to be a way to ‘stop the magic’, Wriothesley thought.

As the gears inside his head continued to turn, an idea popped up in the duke’s head. Wriothesley smirked, getting himself between Lyney’s legs - again - and starting to kiss his cheek. “Are you going to escape again?” He muttered.

“As… I say on stage, your grace, blink and you might m-mihihiss it- h-hey!” Lyney giggled, his elbows pressing down at his sides as he felt Wriothesley’s prodding against his lower ribs. “T-thahat tihihihickles! Stohohop it!”

“Hm? Can’t you stop me yourself?” Wriothesley cocked his head, a smug smile pulling on his lips as he continued to tickle Lyney’s sides, kneading at the spot in a way that made the magician squirm. “Just free yourself again.”

“I cahahan’t!” Lyney laughed, scrunching up his shoulders and trying to move his head away from Wriothesley’s. Lyney threw himself back, sinking deeper into the pillows and kicking his feet behind the duke - all to find out he was still cornered, in the end. “W-Wriothesley! AHahaha, t-thahahat’s not the tihihime for stuhuhupid games!”

The audacity, Wriothesley thought, chuckling out loud. “But is it for lame magic tricks?” He snapped back, pinching Lyney’s waist just hard enough to make him squeal like a dog’s toy. His toy. “Come on, I want to see the magic ~”

The teasing only added to Lyney’s embarrassment - or was it anger that was turning his face so red? Wriothesley shook his head, knowing it didn’t really matter. 

“S-shuhut it, Wrihihiothesley!” Lyney groaned, trying to hit the other man’s face with his bound hands, hoping that this - out of all his attempts - would help him stop the tickling. “Thahat’s not hohohow it works!”

“Oh?” Wriothesley arched his eyebrow, grabbing the knot between Lyney’s hands and pulling it high above his head, pinning his partner’s hands above his head, “so, can I take this as the end of your little magic show?”

“H-hah…” Lyney sighed, rolling his eyes. His cheeks were flushed in a bright shade of red and some strands of hair were sticking to his forehead, “i-it seems it’s a crime to perform in Fontaine, after all.”

“Not all kinds of performances,” Wriothesley added, hitting his plans and leaning closer to kiss him, “but in any case, I’m taking you under custody for tonight.”

A/N: Believe it or not, this is one of the few pairings that keep me hooked to genshin, heheheh

so, it shouldn't be a surprise that they made to my list, right? ~ anyway, thanks for sticking by for another day! See you guys tomorrow!!

[skyminsworld]

Chanlix x Wriolette

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ꜱᴡɪᴍ — PGR & GI x reader [week 4]

you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out

a.n. - heuheu writing this entirely while I'm at a salon, waiting until my hair is finally dyed LOL. ended up finishing this half asleep as well, so I'm sorry to the parts down below if they were full of mispells. this has been a wild month, trying to keep up with real life responsibilities and writing this at the same time. it was hard but everyone's support and interaction kept me going, so I'm super super thankful for your endless support and likes/shares/comments!! I wuv u all <3 p.s. - I could take all 5 of them. I didn't say in a fight.

pairings - gray raven [lee, m!shikikan] & fontaine men [neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney] x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES AHEAD: virginity loss, sex toys, exhibitionism, cockwarming, power play, mutual masturbation, marking, use of derogatory terms (whore), use of pet names (princess, pet), undertones of yandere themes? (lyney)

! — Lee: Hyperreal [ first time + virginity loss ]

A soft, desperate plea of your name from Lee's lips is driving you insane.

Picture this: sunset slips through the windows, draping orange and red hues all over his body. Some of its delicate light spills to you, all over your bare shoulders and breasts, but his lips find refuge in these spaces. Incessant hands tangle lazily in each other's bodies, yours wrapped around his neck, and him in the dip of your hips.

Lee— your Lee— kisses the skin in your shoulder, between your clavicle, in the part of your neck that you were once scared to show; and you— you are his— kiss the crown of his head, fingers now lacing the threads of his hair. You revel in his groans and whine as you purposely grind yourself in the tent in his middle, body closer as you sit so, so prettily in his lap.

“[Y/N],” he calls you softly, fingers pressed on your hips, “you're teasing me...”

“Can't help it,” you murmured, enamored in his reactions as you continued to grind yourself in the addictive friction, “no, not when you're acting like this,”

He nibbles on your neck as a response, earning a squeak from you. “H-hey!”

He chuckles, the vibrations of his lips tickling your neck, “mm...you were the one who started this...”

“Is it my fault,” you hold a whimper when you feel the outline of his cock find your protruded clit, a surge of pleasure tingling throughout your body, “when I badly want to touch you like this...”

“God, [Y/N],” he groans more into your neck, trying to pull you even closer, fingers lightly fidgeting with the hook behind your back, “I can't just cum like this...”

You giggle, craning your neck so Lee could kiss you more, “you want to cum, hmm? Why not, I won't judge.”

“N-no...” Your Lee shyly spoke, pulling away to meet you, the flush in his face making your hole flutter around nothing as you hear his next words, “I want to cum with you...”

The throb of your synchronized heartbeats nearly deafens your ears, but you catch on what he whispered as he finally unhooks your bra, “...I want to be inside of you before I cum.”

Who would have thought that your construct— your beloved Lee— would be so bold? He drives you mad, he drives you insane.

He moans your name as you grind on him more, and you whine his own name, your slick dripping through your sad excuse of panties and onto his pants, hurriedly taking off of your bra, “need you, Lee, I need you, too.”

He kisses you with fervor, hands playing with your erect nipples, each kiss swallowing both of your moans. Without missing a beat, he hoists you up with one hand, the other trying to shake off his pants. You are eager to help as well, breaking off the kiss just to help him.

His cock springs free, a beautiful long, red and curvy, with precum already leaking, that it makes you salivate.

You kiss him again, hands fumbling to touch his member, taking in his every reaction. Your saliva webs as you pull away, eagerly looking at his hazy aqua irises, reflecting your own need for this, for him.

“I want you to take my virginity, Lee,” you confessed, the shade of his blush now deeper, a low moan reverberating throughout the room as he digs his fingers into your skin. “I want to be yours...”

“You'll be mine, yes,” he whispers through a kiss, feeling your wet folds as you slowly aligned yourself, his cockhead poking through your cunt, “god, and I'll be yours, [Y/N].”

You sink into his cock halfway through, before twin moans spills from both of your lips. Without breaking eye contact, he thrusts a little more into you, your walls trying to accommodate his member slowly slipping into you.

You whimper his name, slowly fucking yourself through the pain, but immediately surrendering as you felt the pressure down there building oh so well, how full you already felt even before he finally bottoms out.

Squealing as he grabs ahold of you, lowering you onto the bed, he leaves a kiss on your lips, before looking at you with such dedication,

“Mine,” his fingers interlace with yours, an experimental thrust onto you that made you moan, “I'm yours, and you're mine now.”

! — Shikikan: ?? [ sex toys + exhibitionism ]

The esteemed, beloved, and the many titles your lover holds cannot simply explain the very essence that is them.

By them, you meant the Gray Raven Commandant.

Heavily exalted and praised, he's almost like a walking god amongst the people in Babylonia. It's no surprise, really; the team he leads brought so many victories to Babylonia, and it's more than proper for him to be treated as such. On top of that, being his lover seems to add so much stress onto his overbearing duties. However, your lover only tells you, “it's okay,” he'd assure you, “as long as you're with me, then it will all be better.”

What they didn't clarify was what they meant about their intentions.

A surge of pleasure surprises you, almost moaning out in front of your lover's team. Quietly, you coughed it out, hoping they never noticed.

“Are you alright, miss [Y/N]?” asked Lee, who had a puzzled expression on his face.

Additionally, you were the construct's consultant. Sitting down with them at least once every two weeks was needed. Since you were closer to them, they could summon you whenever they want. It's just... unfortunate— that day had to be today, where your lover decided to play with you.

“The flu seems common lately,” Lucia added, reaching out to check on your temperature by placing the back of her hand on your forehead, “have you checked in with the doctor?”

In truth, you were absolutely fine: good stats, no illness whatsoever. In fact, you've already checked in with the doctor just recently, signing you with good health. However, the vibrations that nestled deeply inside your cunt would say otherwise. You try to shift your sitting, biting your lip.

“N-No, I'm fine!” you dismiss the subject, waving at them with a smile, “I choked on my own saliva, no worries.”

“Would you like me to run a scan on you, miss [Y/N]?” Liv asked, preparing her items, “we wouldn't want you to get sick...”

“I-It's fine, really!” You stood up (however, the vibrator somehow moved a little deeper), coughing away any attempt to moan, “I think it's time for us to move on, yes? This is a consultation for you guys, not me.”

In the corner of your eye, by the transparent window, a sly smirk on the Gray Raven Commandant's face makes you want to come over and smack it out of him. He's the reason for your current predicament— who knew he was into such?

“Alright,” Lucia clapped her hands, somehow making you sigh a breath of relief, “is it time for us to confide?”

You've developed a system dynamic with the constructs of Gray Raven. Friendly sharing, you've claimed, helps in relationship building. At first, it didn't seem to work. But after countless battles and hardship, it wasn't long before Lee— who somehow was the first one to speak— confided. Which led a domino effect on all team members.

“Yes,” you sit once more, trying to ignore the dull ache down there, “it's your turn this time, right, Lucia?”

“Yes!” cheering like a child, Lucia clears her throat, before folding her hands, “just this week, the Commandant and I were sparring...”

You tried, really. You tried so hard. But your lover was just too cruel. Halfway through Lucia's talk, the intensity of the vibrator inside of you starts to pick up, causing you to rock a little in your seat. You look at your lover, but they only smiled through the screen.

It's not time to cum, you imagine them saying if they were next to you, better listen to Lucia if you want.

But is it wrong to somehow let your mind wander elsewhere while your favorite person speaks; you, bending on the table, and your Commandant fucking you mercilessly, how your drool would slip out of your mouth, like a bitch in heat. You feel your arousal dripping, too, out of your stockings, cursing that your lover manipulated you into not wearing any panties today.

You try to listen, but your hand shakes, holding in the goddamn urge to cum—

“Excuse me,” the door opens, revealing the Commandant, “I need [Y/N] out for a while. President Hassen is asking for us.”

You quickly stood up, accidentally slamming your hand on the table. “Is that so?”

The tall tale sign of your lover's never-ending taunts for you: the sweetest, sickening kind of smile that you fell for. Dismissing your constructs for a while and into the awaiting entrance, you hear the lock in place.

You take it as a sign to bend over to the awaiting chair, purposely letting them see your puffy folds.

“Well, aren't you such a good girl,” your lover cooes, tracing your dripping slit to your aching clit, making you moan, “I thought you'd break down the moment you stepped inside the room.”

“Fuck me already, please,” gone was the authoritative figure consultant that was you— only a messy, needy little slut awaiting for something to fill her up.

He swiftly takes the vibrator out of you, “since you've been good, I'll let you have your fun,” before putting it directly into your clit, making you moan out loud.

Without a warning, he shoves his cock inside of you, the entry making you clench around him, almost making you cum.

“Hah, should have known you like to be like this, mm?” He accentuates every word with harsh thrusts, making you whine from the pleasure, “does it help you get off that you're being fucked in here, while my team is outside?”

He leans closer to your ear, this position making his cock reach deeper, “that their commandant is fucking his little cumslut?”

You came accidentally over his words, squirting as your heartbeat erratically thumps in your chest. Oh, you were absolutely fucked.

But your lover only laughs, starting to fuck you more. “That's right, that's my girl. Well, since the doctor did say that this week is when you're most fertile, how about I fill you up until you're carrying our child this time, hm?”

! — Neuvillette: Ordainer of Inexorable Judgment [ cockwarming + power play ]

The dear Iudex of Fontaine never crumbles; he is the backbone of the justice system, the very life force of your homeland.

Aka, he's also your boss. Unconditionally, under no circumstance, you were subject to listen to every word he would say, unless you wish to be underwater for disobeying orders.

That's why, when your boss asks you to keep quiet, even when his cock is splitting your poor, overstimulated pussy apart, you must follow it unconditionally.

As Lady Furina delivers her dramatic dialogue to the audience, with the poor man down below who was the subject of today's court, you try to entice your beloved Chief Justice with your doe eyes, diamond tears prickling at the side.

“S-sir,” you hiccuped (you felt his cock twitch inside of you from those words alone), “w-will you p-please move...”

If his hands were not on his cane, then they're busy squeezing your hips and thighs. But right now, his gloved fingers find themselves buried, toying with your throbbing nub.

“I told you to keep quiet, pet,” the subtle growl makes your walls squeeze around him, whining, “I will move when I want to.”

His long and thick cock was snugly fit inside of you, tip kissing all the good spots even without moving. You rock your hips, but his hands are quick to silence you, making you unable to move.

“S-sir,” you cried out as a whisper, “i-it's been a few hours...”

The pressure on your clit makes you want to combust, your slick now coating his balls and dripping to the floor. As someone who resonates with water, your arousal is overwhelming, even to Neuvillette himself. Yet, as addictive as it is, it was more fun to see you writhe until...

“Did I tell you not to say a word?” He rubs your clit harder, your walls spasming wildly around his cock, “do you wish to be seen by the people of Fontaine being fucked like a whore then?”

You whimper more as he thrusts harshly into you, yet your rationality still asks you to look if Lady Furina noticed. But as Neuvillette, mean as he can be, starts to move at a pace you never expected; your mind goes blank as you feel your orgasm approaching, clawing Neuvillette's thighs to warn him.

Oh, but he knows; he has always known.

“What a whore you are, pet.”

Your orgasm crashes into you, whines silenced by his slick-coated fingers shoved into your mouth, crocodile tears falling from your eyes. Your pussy convulses, almost making Neuvillette crumble as well— but you know what happens when someone breaks the rules.

You looked back at Neuvillette, who had a dark expression on his face, your heartbeat pulsating like his dick inside of you.

“Since you disobeyed me,” he pushes his cock deeper, “let's see how many orgasms can you make here until you learn how to obey your master.”

! — Wriothesley: Emissary of Solitary Iniquity [ mutual masturbation ]

The Lord of the Fortress of Meropide is a simple man— if he wants something, he'll get it, no matter what.

In this context, he'll get you this time.

But the room where he usually sits and does his work as the duke, when he overlooks his responsibility as the head, is hotter than the fire that warms his fortress and poisons his every single thought as he watches you: lithe fingers curled deep in your cunt, palm rubbing your clit, and you, nearly naked as you sit across the duke, hooded eyes looking at him with sultriness and want.

“Oh,” you dawdle out, pleasure tingling in your stomach and lingering in your spine as you watch him look at you, “Your grace, do I distract you?”

Your legs are wide open, propped in the table Wriothesley works in. You've long discarded your pants (thrown somewhere in the room), your panties inside his pockets, and you're left in nothing but his shirt and your jacket— you bite your lip as you feel yourself lose to his gaze.

“You do,” Wriothesley mutters, “you're distracting me so much...”

You could see the tent of his manhood even without trying, the outline noticeable enough from your position. He gently caresses his bulge, groaning at the intensity. You softly tutted, rubbing small circles over your cunt, “Why don't you join me, mmh?”

He tries to look away from you, but your whines and moans only turn him on, making him look back to you. His dark irises stare intensely at you, that it made you moan out his name.

“I'm, nngh, fuck,” Wriothesley groans, seeing your smile as he finally decides to unzip his pants, “you're so naughty, have you no shame? Strutting around my fortress, just to do something like this?”

You start to drool as you see Wriothesley pull out his cock, suddenly well aware how long and thick it would be when it was sheathed inside of you—

“Your Grace,” you feign your coyness, pouting even as you fuck yourself, “can't help it when you're plaguing me, mm; you're all I think about now, Wrio...”

You watch him as he fists his dick, eyes still not looking away as his face contorts in pleasure. Wriothesley moans out your name, grip on his cock tightened now.

“Such a needy girl,” he growls, slapping on his thigh, “you should be here, sitting on me, instead of that poor chair.”

You listened — sitting prettily in his lap, with your fingers stuffing your cunt, and Wriothesley fisting himself. Wriothesley couldn't help but reach out and suck on your breasts, forgetting that you were in his office and that there were people out there.

“Feels comfortable, mm?” Wriothesley kisses the space underneath your ear, making you shiver, “or do you want to sit elsewhere?”

“No, don't wanna,” you cried out now feeling his fingers play with your nipples, that you experimentally rolled your hips in his thigh, “I wanna sit here all this time...”

The sound of slick as you both touch each other fills the room, little moans and whimpers eagerly in your ears. You wanted to sink yourself into your beloved's dick, but you nearly forget that it's a game that the both of you agreed to play.

Seeing him, looking at you as he fists his cock, red with pre-cum pooling at the slit, you imagine it was you sucking it wholly in your mouth. Or that his cock is the one slipping in and out of your folds instead of your short, little fingers. But his mouth found your breasts, eagerly sucking your sensitive bud. It drives you insane— your orgasm teetering so, so close.

“Fuck, that's a pretty little pussy,” Wriothesley groans, watching as you rub your pussy faster, making you whine, “she's opening for me, fuck.”

“Wrio,” you whimpered, drawing your hips closer to him, “wanna cum, I wanna cum with you, please...”

“Fuck, since you asked so nicely, princess,” Wriothesley's cock aligns closer to your pussy, cockhead aiding to rub your clit, “I'm going to cum with you, then. C'mon, princess,”

The intensity and pressure as you look at him makes the dam break, a broken moan from your lips as your pussy convulses and liquid comes out— squirting just as Wriothesley shoots his cum to you. Your high made you lose your vision, both of you breathing hard from your climaxes, but you feel it, felt Wriothesley's cockhead rubbing your overstimulated pussy with a mixture of your fluids.

You feel yourself being lowered onto something hard, before feeling Wriothesley's kisses all over your face. When your vision returns, you are met with a smiling lover.

“Welcome back to Earth, princess,” he purred, making you mirror his smile. However, you feel something slip in easily onto your quivering pussy, making you moan lowly, before realizing what it was.

“As amazing as it felt, I don't think it's enough, mm. Can you...can you do that to me again? This time, with my cock inside of you.”

! — Lyney: Spectacle of Phantasmagoria [ marking ]

Having a magician as a lover wasn't an easy task.

It comes with endless patience (deciphering whether he is lying or not, either about your missing toothbrush or the paycheck this week), random misplaced items (you swore you kept your bag there, how did it end up in the laundry basket?!), and whether you were talking to someone real or just your imagination.

Not to mention he's a fan of doing the most absurd things just to rile you up.

“Lyney!” you gasped as you felt his leaking cockhead teasing your awaiting pussy, “what are you doing?”

Outside, people were now coming in to see their spectacular show. They were eagerly awaiting Lyney and Lynette's magic to entice them, but look who's currently fucking you from the black box of the theatre, your mind reeling from possibilities of being caught.

“Sorry, love,” you felt him press you onto the railing, his cock easily inside of you, “I really wanted to see you...”

Lies. He must have seen you talking to one of your old classmates, who also came to see the show. You know your lover— simple interactions with another spelled jealousy, unless you've spoken about it first.

“B-but your show is starting s-soon,” you hold back your moans, feeling his lips latch onto your neck, “h-hey! Don't leave hickies!”

But he doesn't listen. If he could tear apart your clothes, leave marks and bites all over your skin, he would. But right now, hickies on your neck is sufficient.

One particular mark on your neck made him lick it up, “Sorry, I really can't help but mark what is mine.”

The tell tale sign of him nearing the climax: his dick pulsates deep inside of you, while he starts to grunt in your ear. You're close as well, with the tip of his cock caresses you so great.

Without a warning, he props one of your legs on his own, stretching you more as he now rubs your neglected nub. You tried not to moan any louder, unless you catch the attention of the passerby down there.

“Let me hear you, mmph,” he groans your name, one of his hands sneaking just below your navel, “I want to hear you while I paint your walls white.”

He wants you to cum, your orgasm teetering so close to comfort. Gripping onto the railings of the black box, you writhe and crumble in Lyney's arms, cumming as soon as he hoisted you closer to his hips, the angle fucking into you without a warning.

With one last cry of your name, Lyney follows, warm and hot cum filling your empty womb. You are a little lucid when you feel something warm where his hand is, senses tingling as he kisses his bite marks.

“Lyney,” you called out, whining as he slowly pulled out, “what...what did you do?”

Lyney watches as his cum overflows, finger now fucking it back inside of you, but you could only cry out. Your lover only laughs, watching the low glow of the card-like tattoo etched on your stomach, something that he was proud to mark you with.

“Oh, it's nothing, just something to remind me that you're mine.”

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