#re: wriothesley

[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! wriothesley from genshin impact !! ( request from @boypaci )

⛓ exaggerates stories about himself to you ... he wants to seem cool

🐺 lets you wear his gauntlets on your little hands sometimes, he has to help you hold your arms up

⚖️ very lenient caregiver, he just likes to make you happy

⛓ bounces you against him and holds your head to his chest when you get fussy

🐺 lets you draw over his scars

⚖️ leaves you with neuvillette usually when he can't take care of you

⛓ likes to be called daddy, dad, pops, bubba, big bro, and dada

🐺 takes baths with you to encourage you to behave for bath time, always has the best bath toys on hand for you, also gives you bath paints to make art in the tub with

⚖️ gives you so much praise

⛓ likes giving you fun hairstyles, learns the best styles for your hair texture so he can do it all cool

🐺 likes to call you pup/puppy, good boy/girl/pup, doll/dolly, teddy, baby, darling, songbird and tot

⚖️ likes wearing matching friendship bracelets with you

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Genshin Agere Headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

can you please write headcanons for Little! Neuvillette and father CG! Wriothsley? hydro otter baby and papa wolf my beloved 🦦🍼🩵❤️🖤 🐺

Neuvillette

•Neuvi enjoys simple and calming activities like coloring, playing with stuffed animals, and building with blocks

•He has a particular stuffed dragon that he adores, seeing it as a comforting companion. It’s his go-to item when he’s feeling particularly small or vulnerable

•Outfits : When regressed, Neuvillette prefers soft, cozy clothing like oversized sweaters and pajamas. Anything that feels snug and safe is his favorite

•In his little state, he tends to communicate through soft sounds, gestures, and occasionally very simple words. He’s more expressive with his emotions, relying heavily on non-verbal cues

•Besides his stuffed dragon, he loves soft blankets and a particular lullaby that Wriothesley hums to him. These items and songs instantly calm him down when he’s feeling overwhelmed

•He enjoys exploring his environment in a curious, childlike manner. Neuvillette finds joy in the little things, such as discovering new flowers or watching the rain

Wriothesley

•Wriothesley is incredibly patient and understanding with Neuvillette. He intuitively knows when Neuvillette needs space or when he needs a comforting hug

•Routine : Dada Wriothesley establishes a gentle but consistent routine to help Neuvillette feel secure. This includes regular mealtimes, nap times, and playtimes

•He has a calming presence that reassures his little one. Wriothesley’s deep voice and steady demeanor act as a grounding force for Neuvillette during his regressive states

•Wriothesley engages in activities that Neuvillette enjoys, like reading picture books aloud, playing simple games, or taking nature walks. He ensures these activities are low-stress and comforting

•He’s not shy about showing affection, often ruffling Neuvillette’s hair, giving gentle hugs, or holding his hand

•Bedtime : Wriothesley has a special bedtime routine for Neuvillette, which includes a warm bath, a bedtime story, and tucking him in with his favorite stuffed dragon. He’ll often stay until Neuvillette falls asleep, humming softly to ensure he feels safe

•He is fiercely protective of Neuvillette, especially when he’s regressed. Wriothesley ensures that Neuvillette is in a safe, peaceful environment and is quick to comfort him if he senses any distress

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[culxiaa-fn]

Everyday i thank Shimono Hiro for doing justice voicing Lyney THE WAY HIS VOICE CRACK WHEN HE IS WORRY ABOUT FREMINET AND LYNETTE ON ARCHON QUEST IS JUST 😭😭😭💔 like omg i can feel and hear his anxiousness

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — capitano, wriothesley, zhongli, childe

— warnings. — fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dom/sub dynamics, childe is a lil mean and written like a casual fwb relationship, experienced zhongli

⚝ — CAPITANO

capitano's teeth catch your lip as his hips inject a chilling coldness into every rut of his cock pressing into you— in other words, they were calculated and controlled rolls of his length basically breaking your body into two pieces.

rolling your eyes back, you catch a glimpse of the heavy armor that has long since been discarded, practically ripped off his body, revealing the full extent of his massive form and muscles shining of sweat.

yet for some reason, there was no warmth in his gaze, never, even now, you see, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his grip on your waist, his look was devoid of any softness.

"i told you to endure it, take it," he commands sternly, his voice a low growl as he pushes into you again, this time making sure he could get an extra inch buried in you.

you flinch and moan at the same time, you're so fucked out of your mind you just want to cum already, but the size of him alone made you gasp and clench— it burned, yes, it felt stimulating, it felt like you're about to encounter an orgasm that could simply make you unable to walk for days.

but the way he handles you— no hesitation, no gentleness, every thrust sharp and vigorous, bursting like the freezing winter cold, as if the first harbinger was testing your limits without truly caring about them.

although somehow, despite his ruthlessness, he knows when to stop.

capitano knows exactly how far to push your body, as if he's memorized every inch of you, every reaction.

"take a big breath for me, yeah? you can take some more," perhaps he could become relentless when pleasuring you, merciless, but never cruel.

he fills you over and over, watching keenly how your pussy drenches him, and fuck, you can feel his eyes watching you, making you nervous— whether it was your hole gripping him, red and puffy begging for your break or your eyes admiring his stomach, he sees it all.

⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY

without haste, wriothesley wraps his arms around you, indulging in a strong and unyielding love as he presses you against him. right there, you feel it, you notice his breath against your neck— one exhale, the second one coming in shortly— he's hot, shaking, lips curved up in a smile as the gentle praises already began to spill from his lips.

"you"re so amazing, sweetheart, you know that," he groans, his voice a little shaky as you squeeze him into you, deep and gripping him into your cunt, "look at you… taking all of me aah— so easily."

his size was clearly overwhelming you, crushing you in ways you hadn’t thought were even remotely possible— although personally his words make it bearable, pleasurable as he smothers his length against your walls, the swollen flesh squeezing him so tightly— and fuck, the more you took of him the better it felt, the more, the better.

shit, you actually believe you've never been this horny for the duke before.

"you're perfect, so perfect, fuck—" he continues walking you through his clouded praises before one of his hands began tracing the slopes of your trembling body, "so tight, yeah… but handling me like it’s nothing."

he pushes deeper, filling you completely, the creaking of the mattress beneath you both only fueling the desire erupting from your very core as his hands easily guide you, ensure you to take him slowly, little by little.

you can take him, right? that's out of the question, but you find yourself wanting more, wanting to prove yourself to him.

⚝ — ZHONGLI

zhongli moves with the grace of experience fitting his intimidating size as your walls instantly pulsate around him, the torture of it being so full and burning between your legs, yet at the same time utterly fulfilling and euphoric.

truly, his amber eyes flicker with a quiet intensity, his body towering over you like a domineering shadow that you couldn't possibly get away from— and at this time, your mind turns blurry, entirely clouded by him and his pretty face.

"it'll be fine, you don't have to worry," he murmurs, his voice soft, "i know what you can take, always." no rush, no urgency— just the both of you.

well, his experience surely was obvious in everything he did, every slow thrust and your hole gradually getting used to him again.

how come he's so big but his massive form just fits so perfectly in you, every square of his cock filling you? zhongli wonders if you're actually made for him, however in this moment, he was preparing you for just how roughly he was about to ruin every fucking space of your walls.

his hips shift, fast snaps of his hips bouncing off your flesh, then pushing a little deeper— and the man was groaning into your ear because you see, zhongli loves how you squeeze him, how your legs shake against him and how your pussy made the wet, little sounds with every rock of hips.

⚝ — CHILDE

"what’s wrong?" even now, as desperate and fucked out as childe made you sound like, he teases you, his voice low as he inches in deeper, making you swallow another ruthless shove of his cock, "hey now, can’t handle it? want me to play with you a lil' more?" his tone was surprisingly light despite him ignoring his own need to cum and cum all over you.

yet the challenge he saw right before him was unmistakably delicious.

the man knew exactly how big he was, how much it affected you, how you always needed him to properly nudge and rub your clit or lap at your tits, suck and pull at your nipples to make the growing stimulation explode— or well, multiply.

yes, it's evident, his teasing antics were making him all the more attractive and you hated it, despised how ajax knew you got off on him being this way.

he gives another fast snap, the sheer stretch of him feeling like it was about to shut down your body as his hands greedily explored your skin. the torture of being so close to your climax, yet not knowing if childe would take it was driving you into madness.

ultimately, his palm settles above your stomach as he digs into it to not only, keep you right where he needed you to be, but also to make it even more pleasurable, until you're practically begging him to fuck the broad daylight out of your skull.

your legs quake, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging low, "you can take more,” he says, pushing deeper, "more, huh," he grinds faster, fucking you harder— you can, right? you've been suck a good fuck for him tonight, always actually, never failing to gasp into his chest so sweetly and stick to his core, your pussy red and swollen but so so full.

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[sandra0810]

I feel so heartbroken… I farmed so hard for Wriothesley in the past 4 days and he didn’t come home 💔😭 I know there’s still more than one day from his banner but at this point there’s no way i can farm out 1600 primogem (yes im a f2p player ik) while I’m starting my 12 hours workshift 😭

[narastories]

everyone: *losing their shit about Wrio's VA because of Jotaro* me, who hasn't put two and two together yet: "Whatever" *someone pulls up the VA's page in a video* me: "Sebastian????"

[plaguechyld]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[houndofhades]

Der Schock saß dem Administrator noch ziemlich in den Knochen, selbst jetzt als die Darbietung des Magierpärchens schon seit einigen Minuten vorüber war, konnte er immer noch sehr deutlich das Adrenalin in seinen Adern spüren. Sehr gelungene Vorstellung und Wriothesley sollte sich wohl vorsehen, würde der junge Houdini jemals nach Meropide kommen. Doch leider würde ihn Fortuna in dieser Hinsicht noch belehren ob er wollte oder nicht. Die Standing Ovations hielten noch viele Minuten an, man hörte lautes Pfeifen und Rufe des Publikums nach einer Zugabe, doch die Zwillinge ließen sich nicht erweichen und der schwere rote Samtvorhang blieb geschlossen. Besser so, denn wenn er an heute Nachmittag dachte, wusste er das Lynette die Ruhe brauchen würde.

Er hielt inne und drehte sich vor dem Verlassen seines Platzes in der VIP Loge noch einmal um und sah in Richtung der großen Bühne. Die Katzendame hatte so erschöpft gewirkt in diesem einen, kleinen Moment. Einen Augenblick der ihm aus welchen Gründen auch immer Sorgen bereitete. Der Schwarzhaarige wollte zumindest sicherstellen das es ihr einigermaßen gut ging. Sein Gefühl sagte ihm nämlich das sie wohl keinen Arzt aufgesucht hatte, so wie er es ihr ans Herz gelegt hatte. Warum denn diese Sturheit?

Kurz schüttelte er den Kopf und scheltete sich selbst. Fräulein Lynette war alt und vor allem vernünftig genug um selbst entscheiden zu können ab wann es ratsam war, gesundheitliche Maßnahmen zu ergreifen und wann nicht. Dennoch wurde er das Bedürfnis nicht los nach der jungen Fau zu sehen und sei es wenigstens um sich für die VIP Karten zu bedanken. Zwar war es schade das er sich das Spektakel ganz alleine hatte ansehen müssen aber was anderes hätte ihn überracht. Solche Aktivitäten machte der Schwarzhaarige zumeist allein. So wie die meisten anderen Veranstalungen, seien es Banquets, vorführungen oder sonstiges. Die Einsamkeit war sein stetiger Begleiter…eine Strafe welche er sich selbst auferlegt hatte um für seine Sünde zu büßen. Niemand sollte mit ihm zu lange zu tun haben.

`Bewegung, die Arbeit macht sich nicht von alleine.´

Mit diesen Worten animierte er sich die Loge zu verlassen und die Treppe nach unten zu gehen. Wriothesley überlegte immer noch wie er am Besten noch einmal nach Lynette sehen konnte, ohne seine Identität preis zu geben oder als absoluter Stalker zu wirken. Er war gewiss nicht der aufdringliche Typ Mensch, aber seine Intuition schrie ihm förmlich entgegen das er nach der jungen Frau sehen sollte. Und wenn er als Duke eines gelernt hatte, dann das er verdammt nochmal auf seine Eingebung hören sollte.

"Euer Gnaden! Huhu! Hier drüben!"

Für einen kurzen Moment zuckte Wriothesley zusammen und blickte sich sofort um. Wer zum Teufel hatte ihn erkannt? Doch nur wenige Augenblicke später entdeckte er die kleine Melusine namens….Aeife? Ja, doch. Sie war hier im Opernhaus diejenige die in der hier stationierten Garde das Sagen hatte und Iudex Neuvilette`s ganzes Vertrauen genoss. Schnellen Schrittes ging er auf das kleine Wesen zu, deren Körpergröße eher an ein kleines Kind erinnerte. Seinen schlanken Zeigefinger legte er dabei an seine Lippen um ihr zu verdeutlichen nicht viel mehr zu sagen. Der Blick des kleinen Wesens, war fragend und hätte sie den Kopf verformen können wäre er nun wohl ein einziges, großes Fragezeichen.

"Ich bin privat hier. Ohne geschäftlichen Hintergrund."

Sein Lächeln dabei war warm und die Melusine versuchte ihn bei dieser Gelegenheit in einen kleinen Smalltalk zu verwickeln. Allen Anschein nach wollte sie wissen wie es Sigewinne ging, der obersten Krankenschwester im Meropide, welche ebenfalls zum Volk der Melusinen zählte. Auch wenn sie in ihrer Erscheinung doch eher einem Menschen glich. Zumindest FAST. Sich mit dem Rücken zum Ausgang stellend, behielt er somit alle Gänge und Flure im Blick um sicherzugehen das er Lynette auf keinen Fall verpasste. Dem Geschöpf vor sich hörte er solange zu bis er eine ihm bekannte Silhouette am obersten Treppenabsatz erkannte: Lynette. Sie war fahlblass und umklammerte das Geländer der großen Treppe welche nach unten in das Foyer führte. Sie wankte bedrohlich und noch bevor er überhaupt weiter denken konnte, war sie dabei zu stürzen…

Wriothesley reagierte in Sekunden. Er drehte der Melusine den Rücken zu und hechtete noch während seiner Umdrehung in Richtung der Treppen. Noch bevor die kleine Gardistin verstand was überhaupt vor sich ging, sprintete der Schwarzhaarige bereits die Stufen der breiten Treppe nach oben, wobei ihm seine langen Beine ein großer Vorteil waren. Drei Stufen auf einmal nehmend, stieß er sich kraftvoll vom marmorierten Boden ab und streckte seine Arme nach der blonden Katzendame aus, welche er keine Sekunde zu früh und nur um Haaresbreite von einem harten Aufprall bewahrte. Anstatt mit der steinernen Treppenkante, kollidierte ihr hübscher Kopf mit seiner Brust, während seine Arme sich um ihren zierlichen Körper schlangen und sein Körper ihren Sturz abfing

Ihr Gesicht war weiß wie die Wand und ihre Lippen hatten sämtliche Farbe verloren. Schlaff hing Lynette in seinen Armen und Wriothesley musste sich für einen kurzen Moment sortieren, fühlte sich nicht gerade weniger überfahren wie wenige Stunden zuvor als genau dieselbige Dame drohte zu ertrinken. Es schien wirklich nicht ihr Tag zu sein.

"Schon das zweite Mal. Wird langsam zur Gewohnheit…."

Seine Stimme ihr gegenüber war eher gedämpft, fast als würde er mit sich selbst sprechen. Kurzerhand hob er den zierlichen Körper in seinen Armen hoch, begab sich in den aufrechten Stand und streckte seinen Rücken durch. Die junge Frau wog kaum etwas in seinen Armen, aber dürr war sie keinesfalls. Hn…es könnte hunderte an verschiedenen Ursachen haben warum sie zusammengeklappt war. Andererseits konnte er es sich auch denken, wenn er an die Ereignisse des Nachmittags dachte.

Seine Augen huschten umher und er erblickte sogleich eine gepolsterte Couch zu welcher er die Illusionistin tragen wollte um sie darauf abzulegen. Doch bevor es dazu kam hörte er Getrappel und blickte in die erschrockenen Augen der Melusine, als auch zwei anderer Gardisten, welche er anwies nach einem Arzt schicken zu lassen. Wenn sie schon nicht vernünftig war, musste er eben den Part übernehmen. Kurz hielt er inne bevor er die junge Dame niederließ. War es eine gute Idee, hier mitten im Foyer? Das Gemurmel wäre groß wenn es sich unter den verbliebenen Fans herum spricht und der Andrang um ihre Person…er hatte immerhin selbst gesehen wie sehr die Zwillinge von ihrem Publikum gefeiert wurden.

Er wandte sich an eine Gardistin welche gemeinsam mit der Melusine zu ihm geeilt war, ob es einen Raum gab in welchen er die junge Magierassistentin bringen konnte. Abgeschirmt von der Menge welche immer noch draußen vor dem Opernhaus wartete, um nicht doch noch einen Händedruck oder ein Autogramm zu erhaschen. Sofort wurde ihm nickend Auskunft gegeben und ihm gezeigt wo er lang musste um Lynette die Ruhe zu schenken die sie in diesem Augenblick brauchte. Der Weg dafür führte ihn zwar durch das gesamte Opernhaus allerdings war das für ihn nicht wirklich ein Problem. Mit Leichtigkeit trug er sie durch die Sitzreihen, direkt vor die große Bühne und durch eine Seitentür.

In dem dahinter liegendem Raum befanden sich Tische und gepolsterte Sitzbänke derselben Machart wie er sie schon im Foyer gesehen hatte. Vorsichtig legte er sie auf eine dieser Sitzgelegenheiten ab und positionierte ihre Beine auf der Armlehne um ihre Durchblutung zu fördern und ihren Kreislauf wieder anzukurbeln.

"Viele Leben hast du jetzt wirklich nicht mehr übrig."

Ein besserer Spruch viel ihm in dem Moment wirklich nicht ein.

Que Le Spectacle Commence !

First Chapter : Meeting the ONE;

Die Performance war vorüber, der Vorhang gefallen & Bühnenlichter hatten sich des wohlverdienten Schlafes mit einem zufriedenen Surren gebettet. Was jedoch blieb, war jenes Adrenalin in Lynette's Körper, welches ihr, von Beginn an bis hin zum Ende der Show, ein steter Begleiter war, welchen sie durchweg mit sich herumtrug. Oder, war es nicht viel eher andersherum ? Wäre eben jener Überschuss an Energie & Tatendrang nicht, diese R e i z ü b e r f l u t u n g an Empfindungen, dann hätte sie diese ganze Show lang vermutlich gar nicht durchhalten können. Ja, vielmehr wurde SIE getragen, denn würde dieses Gefühl nicht noch immer wie ein Geist in ihren Adern, in ihrem Blute, umhertreiben, so würde sie instant auf die Knie fallen & sich ihrer unendlich erscheinenden Erschöpfung geschlagen geben. So knapp nach dem Auftritt konnte sie sich eine solche Blamage jedoch wahrlich nicht leisten. Lyney dürfe davon nichts mitbekommen —— niemals. Er würde sie sonst schelten, sie für unfähig erklären & vielleicht sogar daran zweifeln, dass sie den Standards zukünftiger Shows & dem Druck mancher Performances noch gewachsen sei.

Er würde sie aber vielleicht auch nicht n u r aufgrund ihrer mutmaßlichen Unfähigkeit & Schwäche schelten —— ja vielleicht . . . würde auch der alte Lyney wieder zum Vorschein kommen, ihre zweite, BESSERE Zwillingshälfte, welche stets nur das Wohl des Geschwisterchens im Sinne hatte & alles dafür nur erdenkliche tun würde, um es vor Gefahren, Schmerz & Kummer zu schützen. Gedimmt war ihre Hoffnung jedoch . . . & getrübt von diversen Erfahrungen der letzten Tage, Wochen & Monate. Er war nicht wiederzuerkennen, nicht der verständnisvolle & liebenswerte Bruder mehr, den sie einst kannte & mit welchem sie die schlimmste Zeit ihres bisherig mickrigen Lebens durchgemacht hatte. Er würde sie nicht schelten, weil er sich Sorgen macht, dass sie sich eventuell überarbeiten könnte & öfter PAUSEN einlegen sollte. Er würde sie auch nicht ermahnen, weniger die Show im Kopf zu haben, sondern wieder mehr auf sich selbst zu achten, regelmäßiger zu essen & einen gesunden Schlafrhythmus beizubehalten.

Er würde sie schelten . . . jedoch nicht aus Wohlwollen, nicht als Lyney, & erst recht nicht als der sorgenvolle, große Bruder, der er e i g e n t l i c h sein müsste.

Der Gedanke schmerzte, ließ sie die bitteren TRÄNEN zurückbeißen, welche drohten sie plötzlich & schlagartig zu übermannen, doch wie immer war Lynette die Beharrlichkeit in Person, eine unbemalte, kühle Leinwand die keinerlei Farben aufwies sondern sich eines tristen, langweiligen Weißes ' erfreute '. Ihre MASKE saß wie immer wie angegossen —— wahre Gefühle hatten im Showbiz keinen Platz, kein Fundament. Hier zählte nur eines : Die perfekte Scharade, um das Publikum in den Bann zu ziehen & die ILLUSION zu einer Wahrheit werden lassen.

Die Überanstrengungen & Strapazen der letzten Tage zeigten sich nun mehr & mehr, das Adrenalin immer weiter abflauend, je leiser der Applaus von draußen vor der Bühne nach hinten erschallte, bis er vollkommen verstummte. Sie würden nun alle die Plätze räumen & sich mit ihren Familien & Freunden in ein warmes zu Hause begeben, dort seelenruhig den Abend ausklingen lassen & sich mit süßen Träumen zu Bette begeben. Sehr beneidenswert . . . besonders, wenn Lynette darüber nachdachte, welche Arbeit nun eigentlich für die nächsten drei Stunden noch auf sie warten würde. Trotz der bereits sehr späten Stunde, würde dieser Abend wohl doch noch EINIGES für sie bereithalten. Vielleicht aber nicht genau das, was sie glaubte zu erwarten . . . sondern eine vollkommen andere Situation, & herbeigeführt durch eine u n e r w a r t e t e Begegnung.

Lyney unterhielt sich noch ein wenig länger mit diversen Assistenten & vermutlich auch mit dem ein oder anderen Fan, der ihn irgendwie abfangen konnte, wohingegen seine Schwester sich nun eher dem umkleiden & frisch machen widmete. Die Spuren ihrer kleinen ' Tour ' durch die Untergründe des Operas waren ordnungsgemäß beseitigt worden. Dafür hatte sie selbst höchstpersönlich gesorgt, nämlich zu jenem Zeitpunkt, als Lyney sie hatte angeblich im Wasserkasten ' verschwinden ' lassen. Alles reine Ablenkung, eine genial spielerische I l l u s i o n, die das Publikum staunend, als auch erschrocken zurückgelassen hatte, & eigentlich nur als sehr praktischer Blender für diesen einen MOMENT diente. Somit dürfte also niemand Verdacht geschöpft haben. Was Lyney nun aber eigentlich da unten herausfinden & sehen konnte, blieb weiterhin ein Geheimnis. Sie vermutete, dass dies später noch im ' House of the Hearth ' zum Thema werden würde. Dort könnten sie ohnehin viel ausgelassener & vor allem in R u h e alles weitere diskutieren, ohne fürchten zu müssen, dass die Wände Ohren besitzen könnten & sie schlussendlich doch noch aufflogen.

Die letzten Reste ihrer Requisiten & sonstiken Artikel beiseite räumend, erhob sich die junge Katzendame dann seufzend von ihrem Platz, schenkte ihrem abgeschlagenen, wie überarbeitetem Spiegelbild einen letzten, wohl sehr bemitleidenswerten Blick & machte sich dann auf den Weg nach draußen. Lyney erblickte sie oberhalb der Bühne, auf den Balkonen, wo sich die Sitzplätze fächerhaft zu beiden Seiten ausspreizten. Dort hatte man wahrlich die PERFEKTE Sicht auf alles, was das Showprogramm unterhalb darbot. Nicht umsonst wurden sie nun einmal als ' VIP ' Plätze gekennzeichnet.

Da kam es ihr dann plötzlich in den Sinn . . . ob dieser ganz gewisse, spezielle Gast heute Abend wohl auch zugeschaut hatte ? Sie erinnerte sich an dieses unvergleichlich vertraute Gefühl, welches sie kurz während der Solo Performance empfunden hatte. Etwas, das einer Art V e r b u n d e n h e i t glich. Einer Wärme, so angenehm & verwirrend zugleich. Das passende Gesicht dazu hatte sie jedoch nicht erkennen können —— dazu war sie viel zu sehr in ihrem Element gewesen & die Lichter rund um die Sitzplätze herum ZU gedimmt. Wenn er wirklich anwesend gewesen war & zugeschaut hatte, dann konnte sie jetzt nur hoffen, dass solcherlei Shows seinem Gefälle entsproch & sie vielleicht einen kleinen Teil ihres Dankes somit unmissverständlich vermitteln konnte. Immerhin . . . war sie nur dank IHM überhaupt noch in der Lage, ihre Emotionen durch die Kunst auf der Bühne nach außen hin zu tragen —— zu L E B E N.

Es dauerte nicht lange & Lyney erblickte seine Schwester ein Stockwerk tiefer, rief ihren Namen in einer für ihn üblich hellklingenden Tonlage & winkte sie enthusiastisch, ja fast schon euphorisch, zu sich nach oben. Unterhielt er sich da mit jemandem ? Ihr Blick war zu verschwommen, zu undeutlich, ihre Glieder zittrig & wie aus Pudding. Eigentlich wollte sie einfach nur noch hier raus, nach Hause, & sich vielleicht wenigstens ein paar Minuten hinlegen, um die Augen ruhen zu lassen. Jedoch wäre es nicht angebracht, ihn nun einfach zu ignorieren. Möglicherweise war es auch ein sehr wichtiges oder gar ERNSTES Anliegen, welches ihr Bruder mit ihr besprechen wollte. Somit seufzte sie also geschlagen & ergiebig & marschierte den ganzen Weg durch den Opernsaal bis hin zum Foyer, wo sie die Treppen eher schleppend & zaghaft nach oben nahm, um von dort aus auf die Balkone zu kommen.

Gänzlich gegen ihre Erwartung jedoch ging es um vollkommen belanglosen Kram & Lyney wollte einfach nur wieder jemanden bei sich haben, der allem, dass er vor sich hintönte, zustimmt & ja, so wie Amen sagt. Wäre es ihr möglich gewesen, dann wäre sie wohl auf der Stelle & im Stehen neben ihm eingeschlafen. Ein paar Minuten später entschuldigte sie sich dann aber doch, sagte Lyney, sie könnten später weiterreden & entfernte sich dann von der kleinen Diskussionsrunde wieder nach draußen, ins Foyer schreitend. Als Lynette sich den Treppen jedoch näherte, überkam sie urplötzlich eine Welle aus vermischten, äußerst u n b e h a g l i c h e n Gefühlen ; einerseits war ihr bitterlich kalt & andererseits jedoch fürchterlich warm. Sie zitterte wie Espenlaub, am ganzen Leib, ihr jeder weitere Schritt unbeständig, wankelmütig & fast schon so, als würde sie ihren eigenen Körper gar nicht mehr unter Kontrolle haben. Sie verlor das Gefühl von Anwesenheit, ein Empfinden des temporären VERLUSTS des eigenen Verstandes ähnelnd & später vielleicht wieder vorbeikommens, ihre Sicht verschwommener, als zuvor schon. Statt zwei Vasen sah sie plötzlich vier, dann acht, & dann wieder nur vier. Alles um sie herum drehte sich, Stimmen vermischten sich zu einem großen Misch - Masch aus tiefen Gemurmel & Gesäusel, als wären sie gar nicht von dieser Welt & würden eine andere, für sie nicht mehr länger identifizierbare Sprache sprechen.

❝ U - ugh . . . was passiert . . . hier nur ? ❞

Ein klägliches Murmeln, gefolgt von ebenso kläglichen Schritten nach vorne. Zu ihrem Entsetzen musste sie jedoch feststellen, dass die Treppenstufen gar nicht mehr so weit von ihr entfernt waren, als es zunächst den Anschein machte. Lynette kam somit ins STOLPERN, krallte sich irgendwie noch Hilfe suchend an dem Geländer fest, doch ihre Kraft versagte ihr, nach Stunden der Tortur, nun allerdings endgültig den Dienst. Sie knickte ein, verlor das Gleichgewicht & war drauf & dran, die unzähligen Treppen hinunter zu fallen, nur um dann auf dem Glanzpolierten Linoleum des Foyers aufzuschlagen. Wie weit das Blut wohl spritzen würde ? Würde sie überhaupt bluten ? & müsste SIE die Kosten für eine Reinigung dann zahlen ? { Nun, sofern sie den Sturz denn überhaupt überlebte, ansonsten müsste wohl Lyney oder gar ' Vater ' dafür aufkommen }.

Unter jenen eher m a k a b r e n Gedanken verlor Lynette dann kurzzeitig das Bewusstsein & überließ alles weitere ihrem Schicksal. Was sollte sie auch sonst tun ? Ihr Körper war ausgelaugt, vollkommen am ENDE, & sie hatte weder Kraft, noch die Kontrolle, etwas an der Situation zu ändern.

Welch spektakulärer Ausklang eines ruhmreichen Abends dies doch ergeben würde . . . nicht ?

[is-nini]

They're Good Girl

A Neuvillette x reader x Wriothesley

You'd always have a fun time between the oh-so-sweet ludex and the rough Duke.

Minor DNI!

Tw: pussy slapping, filthy words, slut calling, size kink, overstimulation, dumbification, pussy slapping, spanks(near the end), double penetration, breeding, manhandle. (Aftercare at the end) Word Count: 2k

The Duke and the Iudex rarely meets eachother. It makes sense. The both of them are in a different line of world. One is underwater and the other one is up above the water.. but, if anyone wanted to meet them both at the same time, they know who to look for. You.

No one know specifically what you're relationship between you and the two powerful man are but.. one thing for sure is they don't want to know.

The last time someone tries to make a story about your relationship and the two man, they ended up retired and never wanted to talk about the duke or the ludex. No one knew why but seeing that, the Fontaine people has a unspoken rule to not talk about you and your relationship.

Both Wriothesley and Neuvillette are a very private and mysterious characters to other people, but you.. you get a special treatment.

Of course you'd be special. Always listening to they're beck and call. Always ready to accept they're rambles and gossips about tea or about the new case that has been going around. Such as now.

"This case has not end yet though. After much consideration there are things that seems to be in the fog's" Neuvillette ended his observation regarding the newest case. He has never been afraid talking to you because he trusts you with his secrets. How could he not? You'll forgot about whatever he said an hour ago. Such a dumb cute girl of his is the only person he can trust.

"Are you listening darling?" He asked as he looks at your trembling and embarrassed form Infront him. "N-neuvie! Pl-please th-this is embarrassing" you whine as your legs are wide open for your dear ludex to see.

Your cute pussy clenching around nothing as you try your best to keep your legs wide open. Afterall you wanted to help Neuvillette to focus on his work.. you wanted to make sure that he is satisfied so that he can focus properly.

"Embarrassing? My dear y/n, I have already seen everything. There's no such need to be embarrassed" he said as he stands up and walk around the table to stand Infront your your small figure.

Such a beautiful sight. Your cute skirt bunch up around your waist as the both of your feet placed on top of the seat that you sat on currently. "Ne-Neuvi" you whimper out as his hand started to leaves ghost touches around your inner thighs.

Your body shiver as his gloved hand grazed your little bundle of nerves. Your body immediately jolts up, making the chair shake with your reaction. Neuvillette looks at your reaction with his sharp eyes as he slowly puts down your leg back to the ground.

"come here love" he gently picks you up princess style and laid your down on his desk. You hold yourself up with the both of your hand behind you as your feet dangle. His hand softly pushes your skirt upward, letting your very wet pussy be seen again.

Neuvillette sat down on his work chair amd goes back to focusing his attention on your parts. "No matter how much I look at it.. it's always so enticing" his finger picks up some of your essence from your wet parts and let's out a chuckle. "So wet" he whispers as he took of the gloves that he uses to touch your pussy.

You can feel your pussy throb again looking at his act which of course didn't go unnoticed as you gain a laugh from him. His deep laugh gave you goosebumps all over your body, making your nipple harden as it pokes out of your white shirt.

"do you enjoy my voice that much my dear?" He asked all the while he bend down and gives a little huff to your pussy. You squirm and squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed and shy about the situation.

Being the gentle dom he is, Neuvillette pulls away and kisses your forehead with love. Kiss that is reassuring but gentle as he make a circle motion around the outer layer of your pussy.

Although he is definitely much more lenient to you, his patient is so so much higher, meaning that as long as his cock is not buried deep inside you, he won't stop the tease until he is satisfied.

"My, what an adorable sight" he sigh out, looking at the overflowing juice that your pussy made. Your body tremble and twitches, aching for something - anything to just insert your pussy. "N-neuvi! Pl-please please!" You beg as you slowly open your eyes to look at him with teary eye.

"Please what, love?" Neuvillette asked in a gentle tone with underlying darkness behind his voice. How could he not? He is slowly being hypnotized by you because you and him both know, after you answer his question, he would do anything for you to make your wishes come true.

Your lips tremble as you try to make a coherent sentence "N-need your c-cock-!" your sentence was cut off when another voice decided to join the fun.

"Oh? Starting the play without me?" A very familiar voice speaks out with a fake sadness underlying his voice. Your body jumps a little with surprise hearing wriothesley's voice suddenly joining in. "I assure you we have not started...yet. I was merely preparing her for us" Neuvillete speaks out first after you move your head to face the duke who is walking ever so calmly towards you.

"Then I owe you my thanks, Neuvillette" Wriothesley smirked and looked at you with a dangerous glint in his eye. He looks at your sensitive parts that are still being played with Neuvillete's fingers. You thought that he would also play with your pussy but your body shakes a little when he pinches both your perky nipple from behind.

"Ngh! Ha-" your chest puff up as if you're asking for more. One of Wriothesley's palm stroke your sensitive nipple while the other holds your waist down. Neuvillette is making himself busy as he slowly insert two of his long finger inside your pussy with much ease.

Neuvillette looks at the way your pussy eat his finger. He can feel your walls clenching around his finger. Wriothesley saw more and more of your wet part let's out more and more juice. "So wet. Such a slut" Wriothesley comment. "Wriothesley.." Neuvillette warns him almost with a growl. "Come on Neuvillette, you can feel her pussy clench on your finger can you? She likes it" Neuvillette will be lying if he said he didn't notice your pussy clench when Wriothesley degrade you like that.

"I feel no need to degrade when she can also clench the same way if you praise her." Neuvillette finger you faster and harder as he smile, looking at your trembling leg "Sweet girl, are you going to cum? yes?" oh the way you melt with his sweet words that brings you to the edge. "Would you like to cum sweet girl? go ahead, princess." One command is all it takes for you to just unknot the tie on your stomach. " Ngh! A-ahn! Neuvi- ha-" fat tears are pouring out like water.

Your juice splashes everywhere, wetting the table and the porcelain tile floor. "Ng-ngah! Neuvi-Neuvi!" You squeal out. Your pussy spasm and your chest heaves up and down. Wriothesley feeling a little bit left out so he stuck his mouth to the nape of your neck and suck on it. Your brain has slowly turning in to mush.

Neuvillette pulls his finger out slowly as the squelching noise filled the room. He looks at Wriothesley and step away from your pussy to give Wriothesley a sign that he is done prepping you, although you will never be used to they're size.

Wriothesley walked and changes place with Neuvillette. He looked at your cute pussy throbbing on nothing. He groaned and cup your pussy, smirking at you. "Such a slut. Look at your pussy begging for something to enter it" he then gave is a slap. Your body jolt's up as he slap your pussy as then he proceeded to give a couple of little slaps. Laughing at how your body react.

His open his pants, freeing the suffocating cock inside it. "Okay then princess. It's time for your reward" you almost perked up when you hear the word "reward" but before you can say anything, Wriothesley slowly insert his girthy cock inside of you slowly.

Your back arch and a sultry moan came out of you. You make grabby hand at the table, trying to catch a breath as Wriothesley fully insert it in. Neuvillette grabs your hand and kisses the back side of it. "Doing a great job baby. Doing a great job for us" he whisper while caressing your hair lovingly, contrast to Wriothesley who started to thrust hard and precise into your sloppy cunt.

"Good. Slut. Our. Little. Slutty. Girl" every word he makes sure to thrust deep into you. Your legs are wrapped as your eyes roll back.

Neuvillette pulled down his pants and slowly rub his already leaky cock. His cock is similar with Wriothesley in some ways but it is longer and just a little less girthy than Wriothesley. Doesn't mean his cock feels less better.

Wriothesley looks at Neuvillete while thrusting in to you. "Just stuffed her mouth Monsieur Neuvillette" Wriothesley said teasingly. Neuvillette grunt and slowly shook his head "I want to hear her". Wriothesley immediately took your waist with ease, pick you up in his arm while his cock is still deep inside you and bring you over towards Neuvillette.

"I'm sure she can take another cock inside her ass" you widen your eye and whine as you claw on Wriothesley's shoulder. "Hng-! Neuvi!!" You whine out. "She can be a good girl and take Neuvillette right?" Wriothesley whisper as he kisses your cheek. "N-Neuvii pplease!" You moaned out Neuvillette's name, desprate to try and be a good girl for the both of them.

Neuvillette rubs his cock on the entrance of your pussy and slowly pushes in. "F-fuck.." one of the rare times Neuvillette moan as you scream "ha-hng! Big-big-ah! Please! Oh-!" You babble out and scratching Wriothesley shoulder. Neuvillette looks at you with concern "A-Are you okay princess-fuck so tight.." Wriothesley laugh and shake his head "She's fine Neuvillette. No worries. She can take is like a good. Fucking. Girl" Wriothesley started to thrust again although it's not fast, you can feel absolutely everything.

Your ass is full, your pussy is full and your brain is full of the word 'Neuvi' 'Wrio' and 'cock'. They have fucked you dumb at this point.

Once Neuvillette started to move, oh gosh the pleasure is overwhelming. Fat tears came out, your tongue is hanging from your lips, and your eyes are rolled backwards. Beautiful sight for Wriothesley, making him thrusts harder. Neuvillette rubs your stomach and pushes it once in a while. He can feel Wriothesley cock deep inside your stomach and it bulges everytime he thrust.

"So beautiful princess.. keep going. Ngh-so so good baby..such a good baby" Neuvillette moans to your ear as he also pick up the pace.

They're tempo are similar but everytime Wriothesley pulls out, Neuvillette would make sure he fills you so that both of your holes would never be empty at the same time.

The tempo picked up fast. You can tell they're on the edge because you can feel they're cock getting bigger inside of you, ready to shoot. You whine as your leg tighten around Wriothesley. Your pussy are also clenching around them so sweetly. Wriothesley too your mouth and kisses you sloppily in the midst of the kiss.

Neuvillette rubs and pinch on your right nipple while still holding on to your stomach with his other hand. The pleasure is overwhelming as you spew out words between you kiss. "Cum! Wan-wan' cum! Ah! Pleaseplease" you babble out.

Neuvillette grunt and bite on your shoulder, leaving a mark. Wriothesley pulled away from the kiss, he wanted to ask Neuvillete if he's willing to let you cum now but looking at Neuvillette's flushed face and seemingly too deep in pleasure to talk he decided to take control. "Cum like a good slut come one" he rubs your clit, bringing you closer to release.

Your stomach tightened and you squirted out clear liquid as you scream hard. Your pussy and ass hole tightened a little, getting Neuvillette and Wriothesley closer to the edge. "F-fuk! C-comming" Neuvillette grunt as he thrust faster.

Wriothesley's pace also fastened as the both of them cum together inside your body. You squeal as you legs shakes because of the pleasure. "Ng-Ah!!! So ghood! Pleasepleaseplease! Fill me! S'good!". You scream out. You can feel both of them feeling you up so deliciously.

"F-Fuck- such a good girl- like being filled up by two cocks huh?" Wriothesley growled as his cum slowly drips down your pussy. "H-ah.. g-good girl. Sweet princess" Neuvillette moan out, he slowly rubs your stomach that has been filled to the brim with Wriothesley's cum. Neuvillette's cum also filled your asshole the heavily filled to the brim.

"Ngh-ha!" You let out little hiccup as you cry out of overstimulation. Neuvillette breath and huff up and down as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear while Wriothesley is admiring the way your cunt flutters when he pulls out. His cum flowing out of you like waterfall.

Neuvillette rubs your belly and pushes it slowly, his cum inside you ass also flowing out but it is so mesmerising. Wriothesley's kisses your cheek softly and gave your ass a one good slap, making your body jolt as your sensitive body take the hit. Neuvillette looks at him questioningly.

Wriothesley smirked "hold our cum in princess" he teasingly said, making you whine weakly. Although you're fucked out of your mind, he can see you try to tighten your pussy. Wriothesley laugh happily but Neuvillette just sigh and readjust your position as he carry you princess style to the sofa in his office.

"Wriothesley, please stop being such a tease" Wriothesley just shrug and smile at Neuvillette. "Ah, but you also enjoys it Monsieur" he teasingly said as he took a couple of tissue and walked towards you, he took care of your face, slowly wiping your tears and saliva so your face would feel better.

Neuvillette sigh as he knew what Wriothesley say is right. He took a cloth and wet it with his hydro power and proceed to clean the lower part of your body. He softly touches and wipes your over flowing pussy making your body twitch.

After the both of them makes sure you're clean, they clean up after themselves. All evidence pointing to sex has been taken care of. Wriothesley draped his coat on top of your body while Neuvillette also drape one of his many layer of clothing on top of you to make you warmer.

"Such a sweet girl. You have trained her good Monsieur Neuvillette" Wriothesley teasingly said to Neuvillette. Neuvillette smile softly as he proceeds to comfort your must be aching body. "I too, admit that you have given her a proper... Punishments".

They're eyes looks fondly at your sleeping figure. So peaceful and relaxed after such a rough session. While waiting for you to rest up, both of the man decided to have a nice and relaxed tea and water while talking about some cases. They kept they're voice low but even so, they're voice is calm and soothing as you fell deeper into slumber hearing them talk while Neuvillette stokes your hair and Wriothesley softly hold and message your thigh.

[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! wriothesley & little ! reader ; stealing

words: 575 notes: the last idea from the poll i did !!!! i think this one is really soft and cute :((( i really liked writing this one... it made me feel all warm and cozy!!! basically papa walks in on you stealing some clothes !!!

dada was away. and you had simply slipped. that was all. you just felt so overwhelmed by being alone, you felt so small. and the apartment felt so big. and empty. especially without dada. but while crying your poor heart out, you remembered something. you lived with dada. his closet was simply in the other room. everything of him was so close. you wiped your eyes and made your way to his bedroom. you breathed in the smell of him and felt your heart ease a bit.

you looked around and drank in the sight of the messy space. dada had never been strict about you cleaning your room and it was clear to see why. he didn’t exactly keep a neat space himself. but it was his. you walked around, touching things with your little fingers. admiring photos, glancing over books with words too big to read, and then it catches your attention. his closet. its cracked open and it calls you. you just have to look through it. you rush over and carefully open the doors, looking in with big eyes.

it’s obviously filled with his clothes. but they all just smell so much like him. you step forward and press your face into the clothes hanging there, taking a deep breath and letting out a happy giggle. the fabrics tickled your face and brushed against your hair. it almost felt like hugging him. you opened your arms and wrapped them around the clothes you were nuzzling, squeezing them tight to you. you let go only to step back and begin looking through them. you find a black button up, dada’s hairs sticking to the fabric around the shoulders. it smells the most like him. and its big. you bit your lip before finally pulling the shirt down off the hanger and holding it before you.

you let out another giggle and look around as if someone was there watching you. you were alone. you unbuttoned the shirt and slid into it, the sleeves hanging over your hands, the bottom of the shirt swinging well past your waist. you twirl around in it and squeal. you dance around for a bit in the shirt, humming and giggling to yourself over wearing dada’s shirt. it’s so soft. and it’s like he’s here again and he’s dancing with you. 

you’re so distracted with your dancing that you don’t notice the front door open. or the footsteps down the hall. or dada when he’s suddenly standing in the bedroom door. you but do notice his laugh. you jump and nearly fall over at the sudden noise. wriothesley gasps and rushes forward, scooping you up. ��� oh sorry , pup , didn’t mean to scare you. “ he chuckles and kisses your cheek. “ what are you doing in my room anyways? getting upt to no good. “ you scrunch up your noise and raise you arms up in the air. 

“ shirt! “ you squeal and dada chuckles. “ yup, you sure do have my shirt. but that’s alright. i don’t need it that bad anyways. “ he nuzzles you and sits down on the edge of his bed. “ you miss me? “ you nod quickly, curling up in his lap and cuddling into him. you definitely prefer the real dad over his shirt. he’s so warm and big and cozy. it feels like curling up in front of a fireplace. his arms hold you close and he rubs your back. “ well i’m happy to be home. “

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Genshin Impact Agere ໒ ˚⁎

odd question, but could you please possibly do little freminet (0-1 months) and Caregiver Neuvillette/ Wriothesley/ Lynette?

Neuvillette as Caregiver

•Neuvillette, being the Chief Justice of Fontaine, is a person of great wisdom and compassion. As a caregiver to little Freminet, he would approach the role with a calm, gentle demeanor. His deep understanding of the law and justice extends to a profound sense of fairness and kindness in caregiving

•Neuvillette’s presence would be incredibly soothing for Freminet. His calm voice and patient nature would make Freminet feel safe and secure, especially during moments of distress or confusion

•Storytelling and Music.: Neuvillette would tell calming stories or hum gentle tunes to help Freminet sleep. His voice would carry the weight of ancient tales, yet would be softened to suit the needs of a child. He might even recite old Fontainean lullabies, full of history and grace

•As someone who understands the importance of meticulousness, Neuvillette would ensure that Freminet's medical needs, such as his padding, are taken care of with the utmost care and attention to detail. He would be diligent about keeping Freminet comfortable, always checking to ensure that he’s dry and content

•Neuvillette would make sure Freminet's environment is serene and secure, perhaps taking him to quiet, peaceful places within Fontaine, away from the hustle and bustle. His chambers or the quieter parts of the courthouse could become safe havens for the regressed Freminet

Wriothesley as Caregiver

•Wriothesley, known for his strength and sense of justice, would take on a very protective role with Freminet. He would be the one ensuring that Freminet is always safe, using his physical strength to shield him from any perceived danger

•While Wriothesley may seem tough on the outside, with Freminet, he would reveal a softer side. He would be gentle in handling the baby, showing a side of him that is rarely seen by others, driven by a deep sense of responsibility and care

•Wriothesley would be excellent at providing physical comfort, such as holding Freminet close to his chest to provide warmth and a sense of security. His strong arms would feel like the safest place in the world for Freminet, who would instinctively relax in his presence

•Medical Care : Wriothesley, being practical and hands-on, would be diligent about Freminet's medical care. He would handle the task of changing Freminet's padding with surprising skill, ensuring that Freminet is always comfortable and clean, showing that he’s much more than just a fighter !

•When Freminet is awake and alert, Wriothesley would engage him in playful activities, like gently rocking him or making silly faces. His deep laugh would be comforting to the baby, filling the room with warmth

Lynette as Caregiver

•Care Giver Lynette, with her quiet and observant nature, would be extremely attuned to Freminet's needs. She would notice the smallest cues from him, such as a change in his breathing or a slight frown, and respond immediately to provide comfort

•Lynette understands the power of quiet moments. She would often hold Freminet close, providing comfort through her presence rather than words. Her ability to communicate without speaking would resonate with the very young Freminet, who would find peace in her silent companionship

•Routine and Stability : Lynette would be very good at maintaining a consistent routine for Freminet, understanding the importance of stability for a young child. She would ensure that feeding times, naps, and playtimes happen like clockwork, providing a sense of security through predictability

•Lynette would handle Freminet with the gentlest of touches, whether she’s feeding him, changing his padding, or simply holding him close. Her careful and deliberate actions would make Freminet feel loved and cared

•Much like Neuvillette, Lynette’s presence is inherently calming. She would often sit with Freminet in quiet places, perhaps in a garden or by a calm water feature, allowing him to take in the peaceful environment around him

Freminet as an age regressor

•Medical Needs : In this regressed state, Freminet would be medically padded, which his caregivers would handle with great care and attention. This would not only keep him comfortable but also ensure that his delicate skin is well taken care of

•Freminet, in this very young and vulnerable state, would be deeply trusting of his caregivers. He would instinctively seek their comfort, whether by reaching out to be held or by simply relaxing in their presence

•As a very young infant, Freminet would constantly seek warmth and comfort, which his caregivers would readily provide. He would be drawn to soft, warm places, such as being held close or wrapped in a blanket

•Each of his caregivers would develop a deep bond with him through their care, with Freminet responding to their voices, touch, and presence. This bond would provide him with a sense of security that he may not have had in the House of the Hearth

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[i23kazu]

wriothesley, who sees you struggling and jumping to get a book from the library. it teeters on the top shelf – you almost get it – but with a slip of your fingers, you push it back in. a sigh of defeat and a looming sense of maybe-i'll-come-back-another-time surrounds you. it's not worth it...

a sturdy, gloved hand grabs your waist and you hear a grunt, followed by the soft thud of boots.

"was this the book you were looking for?" he smiles, pressing the book into your hands. oh, beautiful stranger. you swore that he smiled and you felt your heart drop.

"thank you," you whisper, dusting off the cover. "how did you know this was the one?"

he lets out a light laugh.

"i saw you trying to catch it, but it just got pushed in further," you feel your heart stop. "i would have gotten it for you earlier, but i didn't want to look stupid in front of you."

"..." him, stupid?

"oh archons, did i already make a fool of myself?" he chuckles.

"no, no- ah, what's your name?"

"wriothesley. i study criminology." he extends a polite hand.

"well, mr wriothesley," you begin, overcome by a rare moment of shameless bravery – maybe foolishness, even.

"if you're that concerned about not wanting to look like a member of this place's comedy club, i'd be more than happy to have a re-do our first meeting." you finish, beaming and clutching your chosen read close to your chest. he barks out a soft laugh, then extends his hand again, which you firmly shake.

"deal."

[funficwriter]

Fontaine Characters with Violinist Reader!

A/N: This disappearing thing of mine is annoying, I'm trying to stop it. However, I finally got a bit of spare time to play Genshin and I am so, so in love with Fontaine. I think it's gonna be a wonderful arc. I haven't felt this much jubilation since Liyue or Inazuma!

Warnings; None, really.

Lyney, Lynette, Neuvillette, Navia, Furina, Wriothesley (no particular order)

Lyney

First off, this boy is no stranger to performing, an activity he loves. Naturally, he's going to be most interested in fellow performers, including you!

If you're the type to get anxious before, or even during a performance, say goodbye to that with him. He'll guide you through plenty of destressing rituals to help you relax beforehand.

(This included, but wasn't limited to; Taking deep breaths, doing tongue twisters, asking you to play meme songs on your violin, or tickling your sides because 'laughing is a great way to be loose'.)

Even during, should you freeze up and he's in the audience, he'll do a quick but loud magic trick to get everyone's eyes off you. Even one that makes him look like a fool, so long as you have time to put yourself together.

He'd LOVE to have you on stage with him! He adores your music and would ask you to sync it up with dramatic moments in his magic.

If you compose you own stuff, he's pretty much your biggest fan. The guy who never misses a concert. The loudest clapper. The biggest braggart.

"That gorgeous, graceful violinist we had the pleasure of watching? What if I told you that they're coupled up with an equally electric performer? That is, me~."

Lynette

It's easy to think that her brother outdoes her in terms of being your fan, but quietness hides a lot. If you think she doesn't care as much, you're so, so wrong.

She learned several music skills just to be closer to you, including sight-reading. BTW, she's got a killer voice and loves to sing out your compositions. Sometimes it helps you come up with alternative movements within them.

She can also play piano, to a good level of accompaniment. With time, one would think she is also a music assistant; It's not uncommon for her to be on your stage.

Lynette is VERY attentive to your instrument. Does it need rosin? A new bow, perhaps a re-hair? You just say the word, and she'll happily take it to the repair workshop if you have no time.

"By the way, Y/N prefers real horse hair, the thinnest you have. Don't worry. They're talented enough to thrive on it.".

She makes it a point to let you know how much she loves what you do: "All other music in Fontaine pales in its beauty next to yours. Please, keep playing.".

Neuvillette

You play the violin? (he crosses his legs and assumes his royal position). So when are you going to get married? Will you be okay playing a few pieces, even while being the spouse? /Half-joking, tbh.

For him to say that he is the lover of a music pioneer as important as you... Will never not be a moment of joy for him.

First off, what a sugar daddy. I hope you made a list of the expensive violins you wanted but couldn't afford. Because now, it's yours, never mind the Mora. Your very case may as well be coated with gold.

He won't die on this hill, but he would love it if you could play a bit during the parties he hosts. He loves live music to begin with, but after hearing you, it feels like no other pro could hope to sound as good as you.

(And side note, he likes how mesmerized everyone is with you lol)

If you're the type to remember your patron's personal preferences, and compose/play in accordance to that, just for him? Put hearts in his eyes. He's no longer joking about the wedding thing.

While he loves showing you off, he'll never force you if you're shy/nervous. If anything, he would also feel very special if he got to heard songs not out yet, compositions just for him...

"Perhaps this is Lady Furina's way of rewarding me for my years of service. Bless our Archon for giving me such a talented, show and heart-stopping partner.".

Navia

She likes that the Spina del Rosula is represented by passionate, talented people!

If you like sweets, I say just join her team. It's guaranteed pastries after each request lol.

Her detective work is cool, but can get a bit drab after a while. She likes asking you to play some violin ambiance, partly because it makes her feel cool, and partly because your music changes the atmosphere for much better.

Navia is a woman of decorum, but she'll often have trouble staying still during your concerts. It doesn't matter if there are rules to how loud a woman can cheer, she's happy for you and will make sure you know that.

She becomes even more proactive than usual. If a concert of yours falls on the same time as her work, she'll scour the ends of Teyvat for its solution, so she can see you.

With time, she might request you to play pieces that her father loved. Once they're brought back to life, through your own strings, she can't help but be a little emotional. She must have done something wonderful to have you.

"How beautiful, how poignant as you, my dear Y/N! This calls for macaroons! Which flavor would you like today?".

Furina

"Yes, Neuvillette, I know they perform and all, but why can't I keep them to myself! They're so darn great, I want that everyday!"

Of course, she's not gonna stop you, but beware; I feel like Furina would almost turn you into her own personal violinist lol.

She'd keep requesting your presence over her other personal entertainment and somewhat bombard you with song requests. Buuut if you're looking for a varied repertoire, she's your gal!

One reason she requests so much is because she so impressed with how you not only fulfill them all, you do it so creatively and beautifully. You don't just follow the note as it is... Once you're acquainted with what she likes, you modify the tune a bit to be more her taste.

She's so cute when she claps; The way her hands go so fast and she's about to get up from the seat, the huge eye and smile... Why, you might start reconsidering her offer.

"Bravooooo, Y/N!! Bravo! That was everything, I can't go on without an encore!"

If the tune is more happy-go-lucky, she will get up and dance along. Will also do it in circles around you because she's your little orb :3

Wriothesley

"Forgive me for intruding... But I was overhearing, and your playing is terrific. Electrifying. Do you happen to perform on Saturday nights? That's when I can leave the Fortress for a bit.".

Of all your fans, Wrio is one of the quieter ones, but not so much that no one knows it. For one, he's a Duke, he's bound to enjoy good music. And heavens knows he needs some fun in his life.

Here's a fun thing (ngl this is what I was excited to write): At first, it doesn't sound like he can make it to your recital. You see him on his desk, surrounded by paper mountains that only ever seem to grow. He doesn't want to make you sad, but his remark lets you know that he's not coming: "Would it kill some of these people to tone it down for a bit so I can go see my partner perform?".

So imagine your shock when you step on stage, and see him on the first row, sitting tall and handsome, shit-eating grin on his face and waving. You really bought it for a moment.

"Hehe... Did you really think I can't even make a bit of time to see Fontaine's best violinist in action? You actually bought that?".

I HC that he has insomnia, and has tried any things to cure it, but to no avail. It's rumored in Fontaine that his is incurable, but little do they know about how he lays down next to your sitting form. Little do they know of the soft lullabies you composed just for him, or how peacefully he dreams afterwards 💜

[varesai]

same bitch who requested the last wrio pregnancy stuffs but I need more and I'm like kinda in love with your writing so I want to request MOREEEEEEE anyways how he deals with reader third trimester (WRIO DOTING ON U CUS UR SO ROUND AND CUTE AWEEHFUREILFRUEIWHFCIR) anyeyss thanks for listening ily nova

-> third trimester

synopsis -> wriothesley during ur third trimester of pregnancy. self explanatory

a/n -> anon ur my spirit animal i love ur energy (and u 😉) but anyways i could write so much more lmk if anyone wants a part 2

warnings -> pregnancy, lactation and vomiting mentions, besides that pure fluff

w/c -> 1.6k

he doesn’t know how to feel the moment you tell him you’re officially in the third trimester of your pregnancy. it all went by so fast, he thinks it was just yesterday you called him into the bathroom to look at the small test that changed your lives in the greatest way possible.

and now, you were almost finished growing your daughter. anyone who even took a glance your way could certainly tell that you were having a child, and it’s certainly the dukes. 

the women of the fortress have been keeping tabs on you and your pregnancy, awaiting the day you walk with your baby in your arms instead of in your stomach. they’re so nice to you, so wriothesley allows you to wander sometimes because of it. they’re always willing to make you comfortable and give you some of the nicest labor-inducing teas they can find.

now, this is around the time he’s likely going to take a work leave, or just not work as often. his job requires his undivided attention, and he has to be flexible and able to be there in case a tragedy, like the seal breaking, were to occur. (hopefully not, because he still thinks about how he’d get you out of the fortress in time. you’re unable to run and you can barely walk at a quick pace, leaving him nervous and clueless a lot, considering your living quarters were connected to a door in his office). 

besides that, your life is pretty good, despite how uncomfortable you feel all the time. you ache everywhere, and sleep is simply not a thing that comes by often anymore. so, these are the moments wriothesley is able to step in and make sure that you’re content and as comfortable as you possibly can be. 

the main thing he needs to do for you is help you stand, considering that it’s incredibly hard for you now. you can do it of course, but it’s too much effort and you always either stand and immediately sit back down due to how winded you feel, or you just don’t try at all. wriothesleys strength comes into hand in these moments, almost making you fall forward due to how quick he pulls you up (the first time he did it, it actually happened. he caught you in time, but it left you laughing and him just there like “i almost just killed you sweetheart” and worried). 

he’s so the type of husband to barely wake up when you scoot yourself out of bed to use the restroom, and him behind you giving you a little boost to get up before going right back to sleep. he’ll try to keep consciousness while you’re out of bed, in case you fall or something happens, but as soon as he sees you re-enter the room he’s out once more. 

the only times he genuinely wakes up at night is when you frantically shake/tap him or you’re crying. if you’re crying, he’ll sit up and turn on a light (if you want) and try to ask you what the problem is. if it’s just a cramp or if you’re just achy/not in the right position, he’ll massage you or help you reposition the pillows to ensure your comfort. 

and when it comes to you walking up his offices’ stairs? he’s incredibly paranoid about it, but he’ll try to not make it known. you had to tell him multiple times to settle, that the railing was enough to keep you on your balance, and that you were just pregnant, not paralyzed. he’ll still try to meet you down at the door to help you up the stairs, especially when you’re at your biggest point. he’d be anything but calm and composed if you were to take a tumble down them (he would have a heart attack on the spot). 

and oh, would that man dote on your belly. you’re just so adorable, how could he not? especially when you’re curled up on the couch in his office with a luxurious sherpa blanket and the roundness of your tummy under the cover is very evident. usually, he won’t be able to help himself and would lay down next to you, his head lightly propped up on your stomach or on the side of your body. on the occasions he falls asleep, you stroke his hair, reading whatever book in his office that has piqued your interest this time. 

he’s also a tease. sometimes. he’ll walk past you and gently brush a part of his body against your belly, usually his hip or his hand. but back to the point, he’ll rub it, massage it, hold it up to take off pressure from your back and pelvis, and cuddle it! you’re not gonna be pregnant forever, so he sees this as a chance he can’t waste. only if you’re comfortable with it, of course. if not, then he wont proceed. 

this man loves tea, so there's no surprise when he brings in a tea that he’d read induces labor, or at least makes for a smoother one. he honestly probably has so many of those types, presenting you the box and allowing you to choose which one you’d like this time. seeing your eyes sparkle and your fingers wiggle as you choose your tea of choice always makes his heart soar in adoration. 

and back on the tea thing, he’s on all of the times said book told you to have it. he’s always giving it to you right on the dot of the hour unless something else more important has taken his attention (which isn’t much, unless he’s in a meeting or something really bad has happened in fontaine/the fortress). 

he’s also one of those husbands who secretly makes an important note in his brain whenever you have an ultrasound or any sort of baby appointment coming up. he wouldn’t miss one for the world- even though it's one of the little things, it means a lot to the both of you when he shows up alongside you, and shows the world how devoted of a husband he is to you. cue clorinde in the corner taking care of his work for him during the hour that he’s away. 

like i said in my last post, his massages are incredible! usually, he’ll get the memo, and right when he gets home, he’ll set you in between his legs before rubbing the soreness out of your back, hips, shoulders, neck, foot, and calf. 

he likes to make those moments last longer, and makes him feel good if you feel good. sometimes he’ll add a little kiss to the top of your foot or along your shoulders when he’s done, making you giggle a little before going on about how he has no need to be so formal (in which he counteracts by saying something cheesy about his love for you to make you laugh once more). 

he hates seeing you in pain, and especially hates it when he hears you cry about how exhausted you are. no, not that he hates when you cry, he just hates that you have to do this all alone. obviously, he is there to give all of his support and more, and would carry the baby for you if he could, but he can't. and he knows you’re exhausted, but his issue is that there is nothing for him to do to help you feel at least a little better. he understands that it’ll come when the baby is born, and he’s already told you how for the first few weeks he’ll do anything and everything to care for the baby while you catch up on your hard-earned rest. 

another great thing about him is that he pays no mind to things such as lactation, vomiting, etc (i have genuinely seen men who make fun of their wives for things such as that out of their control). he recognizes that its just something that happens, and its normal in pregnancy, and he won't get mad at you if any of these things happen while you’re wearing his clothing, either. considering you dislike maternity clothes, you’ve been wearing his shirts lately, resulting in milk stains in some of them. you’re over here apologizing profusely while he gives you a soft lecture on how he understands that it's not your fault, that it's out of your control. because he also knows for certain that if this was something you could control, you’d choose to not have it happen. 

this guy is clingy at night, so when he realizes that cuddling you is kind of out of the options, either due to your absolutely obnoxious, in his words pregnancy pillow, or your belly is in the way, he’s certainly not thrilled. but he finds a way, which is usually just spooning you from behind or bringing your head to his chest. the first time you two did the second method, you felt embarrassed, due to your tummy barely even being able to fit the gap between you and his hip, but as time went on, you just didn’t care anymore, literally laying like half on top of him. not like he cares either. thats what he wanted you to do in the first place. 

and in the times your so so clingy, wanting to just lay flat on top of him and forget about everything and just be in the warm, strong embrace of your husband, he’s even more crafty! usually uses the side method once again unless you quite literally find a position that’ll make you as close as you possibly could be to him. sometimes it’s incredibly uncomfortable, but if it makes you happy and safe and content, he won’t fight it. just know that this might be the only time you get to do that very position with him. 

overall, mans is a great fucking husband during your pregnancy, always super patient with you and would never shame you for things out of your control. you know he’s so so soft for you and you love him so so so so much.

[wriothesleybear]

imagine the tufts of wriothesley's hair that look like animal ears were an erogenous zone for him... like a sensitive spot omg

even if they aren't real ears, they are a sensitive spot for him like actual real wolf ears. it's his favorite place for you to scratch. when you scratch him there, he melts. if he had a tail, he would wag it, showing how much he likes it. he gets a bit frustrated when you miss the spot when you're scratching his scalp while he lays his head on your lap. sometimes he waits patiently until you finally find the spot. but the other times when he can't wait, he grabs your hand and puts it directly on the spot so you can spoil him. little does he know, you miss on purpose just to tease him.

~drabble below~ warnings: nothing but fluff, fem!reader, needy bf!wriothesley.

Ticking of a clock fills the Duke's office as he rapidly taps the pen in his hand, indicating his impatience for something. It's been a long day for him, filled with loads of paperwork to finish. He dreads boring paperwork, but it's unavoidable with his job. Although, there is one thing that gets him through his loads of paperwork and that's his scheduled afternoon tea break with you. Every day at 3 pm, you join your boyfriend on his office couch and enjoy a cup of tea with pastries. If it's been a stressful or boring day full of paper work, he usually spends your guys' tea break laying his head on your lap as you comb your fingers through his hair. He really needed it today.

While trying to focus on reading a page, he hears a door close downstairs and light footsteps coming up the stairs leading to his office. He looks towards the stairs, anticipating your arrival. Once he sees you, he gets up from his chair to greet you. Grabbing your hand, he leaves a faint kiss on the back of it and smiles fondly at you. "Welcome back my dear~."

"Well, someone's excited to see me. Has work been that bad today?" You tease. Instead of replying, he pulls you into a tight hug, snuggling his face into your neck. "I'll take that as a yes." You wrap your arms around him and pet his head. After a few moments of enjoying each others' embrace, you finally break the silence. "As much as I enjoy this, how about I make us some tea and we can continue this on the couch?" He grumbles in your neck but reluctantly lets you go. You intertwine your fingers with his and lead him to the couch. "Sit." Listening, he sits on the couch, getting comfortable.

You go over to the tea cabinet and begin making the tea. While waiting for the water to boil in the kettle, you look though the many tea flavors, trying to decide which to chose for you and your boyfriend. "Wrio, which tea flavor do you want today?"

"Anything's fine. Whatever you pick, I'll be good with." You ultimately decide on a flavor that will help your hardworking boyfriend relax. The kettle hisses loudly, indicating that it's ready. You remove it from the small burner and add the tea herbs. While waiting for the tea to steep, you prepare the tray with tea cups and pastries. Suddenly, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind. The fragrance of your boyfriend's cologne fills your nostrils. "Couldn't wait for me to finish the tea first."

"You were taking too long." Wriothesley puts his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "My apologies, my Duke. The tea's almost ready." You finish preparing the tea. Unwrapping your boyfriend's arms from your body, you carry the tray over to the couch. Wriothesley follows close behind you, almost like a puppy. Setting the tray down on the table, you find a comfortable spot on the couch. Before you're able to touch the tea, your boyfriend lays down on the couch and places his head on your lap. You smile to yourself. "I feel like you want me to do something, but I'm not sure what that could be."

"You know what I want." Laughing, you give in to your boyfriend. Laying a hand on his chest, you use the other to play with his hair. Combing your fingers through his strands, removing the tangles. He closes his eyes, enjoying the attention you're giving him. But it's not enough. He wants you to scratch his more sensitive areas, but you keep missing it. He quietly whines every time you skip over the area where his wolf ear-like pieces of hair are. You're able to hear his whines of disappointment, trying to hold in your laughter. You know he wants you to scratch his sensitive area, but you want to tease him a little bit. His patience is thin already, so it doesn't take long for him to grab your hand and place it on the area he wants you to scratch the most. "Someone's impatient today."

"Can you blame me for wanting my lovely girlfriend to pamper me after a long day filled with endless amounts of boring paperwork. It doesn't help that she keeps teasing me, making my patience run thinner than it is already." You finally let out the laughter you've been holding in. He enjoys hearing the melody of your voice and seeing the happiness on your face. A smile graces his features, happy that he could make you laugh.

Your laughter ceases, giggling every now and then as you fulfill your boyfriend's wishes. Once you start scratching, he melts in bliss. He feels like he's in heaven. He makes a noise that sounds like the pur of a cat but it's deeper like a groan. You enjoy the view of your cute boyfriend, swearing that you can see his invisible tail wagging. The office clock shows your tea break is almost over, but you don't want this special moment together to end. You know your boyfriend wouldn't want it to end either, so you don't say anything and just continue spoiling him. No one will say anything anyways out of fear of pissing off the Duke.

[primofate]

A few of you might know that I'm working on my first Angst Anthology. It's a collection of angst stories and shorts with Genshin Impact Characters.

Here's an update: It's nowhere near done (Check the page and word count in the image). hahaha! but I'm okay with that. I'm just trying to enjoy the process. For those of you who are still interested and curious though, I'll explain a bit of each story without trying to spoil it. (Blurred image is the book cover, btw)

Death and Regrets (Extended)

This is quite simply what it is. The Death and Regrets series. Some are re-written. More characters are added. Alhaitham has been written, and I am in the middle of writing Ayato's. All the old Death and Regrets are also included.

2. Smile for Me (Extended) and Dear Diary (Extended)

I quite simply re-wrote some parts, added a few (maybe a lot) of things.

3. No Boundaries (Alhaitham)

A series. Without trying to spoil the story, this fic is mostly about Alhaitham unwilling to accept and turning a blind eye towards the simplest, and most obvious forms of love. How much can you push someone away? Perhaps till they finally give up on you.

4. Conviction (Diluc)

This explores a lot of the Jean-Diluc-Kaeya childhood and relationship, with the reader inserted. Reader always feels like they're mostly in the background, and makes decisions for themselves (and inevitably, for others) based on that.

5. To Past Promises (Wriothesley)

Reader is part of Wriothesley's past in the orphanage. Your life was drastically changed by Wriothesley's actions. Years later when the two of you meet again there's a lot of emotions and regrets to unpack. This one is a bit more difficult to explain without spoiling, so you'll just have to find out later I guess. haha.

Thank you for reading up until this point!

Do look forward to it :)