#wriothesley series

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A Shot in The Dark (Chapter 1) Wriothesley x fem!reader

Summary: As the upcoming Weapons Master of the town, you've started to take more responsibilities in your father's shop. Little did you know that taking up this job would cause you to get thrown into the messy world of criminals and the messy world of confusing feelings for the Duke of Meropide.

Warnings: Slow burn, this is gunna be long. Like Ruthless Prince long, maybe. Nothing much happens. This is the first chapter after all. Excuse any mistakes, I am a busy mother.

Author's Notes: Tell me what you think?

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In the shop, a quiet tick-tock rang around as you stood behind the counter, drumming your fingers against the table, watching as the short hand of the wooden clock slowly inches towards the number 7.

You take a deep breath through your nose, squaring your shoulders up, holding the air in your chest for a second before puffing everything out in one go.

It was your first time alone in the shop, and while your father didn’t have a lot of customers these days, you heard that he was quite the sought-after weapons master back in the old times.

A small chime takes you out of your reverie. That was your cue that the day had to start, going around the counter with a slight hum, opening the door to the outside and flipping the store sign “Open”.

You took a moment to look around the small street of Vasari Passage. From where you stood at the shop’s entrance, you had a good view of the swirling fountain in the middle of the Court of Fontaine. There are a few other shops lining the street: the snack shop, the fruit stand, up a set of stairs was the House of Hearth and further down the street was Café Lutece.

It was a nice location, close to the entrance to the city and walking distance to food if you were too busy or too lazy to cook for yourself that day. The shop was on the ground floor, but your father and you resided above the shop, one floor up.

The apartment was rather modest. A two bedroom with wooden floors that now sort of groaned when you stepped on certain places. A dining room that also served as a living room, a 4-seater table in the middle with a fireplace off to the side. A kitchen, where your mother used to spend all her time, cooking up something wonderful for the family. And lastly, one bathroom that was strangely quite spacious with a bath and built in shower.

You pull the shop door open once again, a small ring from the tiny bell hanging above reverberating in your ears. You had only taken a few steps forward, barely even reaching the counter when the tiny bell rang again, followed by the closing sound of the door.

“Welcome to Hammer and Hand, how can I—” you twist around just as you reach the counter and there stood a very, very familiar face. “Oh, Ms. Clorinde,”

No, you had never spoken to her before. Nor were you in any way acquainted. But she was someone that everyone knew and as soon as her name left your lips you felt nervousness crash into you, as if a wave of Primordial Sea water was trying to pull you under its depths.

Clorinde regarded the shop briefly. Looking up at the shelves on the left and right. Surveying the carpet on the floor. Eyes glancing at the several chairs littered around for waiting customers. Then, she looked at you. “…I heard that there might be someone who could take a look at my pistol,” she wasn’t asking a question and she sounded as if she might be in a hurry.

“That would be me,” you sighed out with a forced smile, hands fumbling under the counter to take out a sleek, velvet-lined, black box for the Champion Duelist to rest her weapon in.

A quick click-clack of her heels, Clorinde placing the pistolet into the box and you, hovering your hands above it. “May I?”

Clorinde made a quick sound of approval, and your hands gently took the weapon, now examining it for what might be wrong.

Clorinde peered at you through her hat, just a quick look.

Truth be told, she wasn’t the kind to judge others by appearance…but you looked very, very young to be a weapons master. After a moment of silence, just the little clinks and ticks of your hands tapping on the pistol, Clorinde decided to speak up. “…I was told the shop owner was a man,” She kept her eyes on you to gauge for a reaction, perhaps wary that she might have offended you.

On the contrary, you were unphased, and didn’t take your eyes off her pistol. “My father,” you curtly answered, eyes narrowing at the frame of the gun. “He’s off on vacation at the moment…He hasn’t been on one in a while so I’m stepping in for him for a bit,”

Clorinde made a sound of understanding. That made more sense. “…Everyone needs a vacation,” she said in a different tone to what she used earlier, almost as if she was striking up a casual conversation.

This caught your attention the slightest bit, eyes involuntarily dragging up, meeting hers, then awkwardly breaking the gaze in a split second, going back to the weapon.

“There seems to be a problem with the firing pin, Ms. Clorinde,” you lay the pistol back on the velvet box, then take out a number of small trinkets and tools that would help you open the weapon.

You didn’t talk as you worked, Clorinde was mostly impressed by how much you knew of a weapon you just met, and how your hands were almost as steady as hers when she took aim.

“…You use this often?” She hears you ask and she takes a moment to reply.

“…You could say that,” again, she replies in a short manner.

You let out a little hum in thought. In the next 5 minutes you spend some time taking out different types of firing pins. You explain what each one does. One valued speed. One was a chunkier, sturdier type. One was absorbent of elemental energy, so on so forth. Clorinde explained what she usually used the pistol for, and what attribute she valued over others.

With that, the firing pin was easily replaced and the pistol felt as good as new in her hands.

“My sincere thanks,” Clorinde nods her head, and for the first time that morning sent a small yet satisfied smile your way.

“My pleasure, Ms. Clorinde, do come back if there’s anything else wrong with it, or if it doesn’t feel right in your hands,” you keep your back straight and tense until the Champion Duelist walks out and the door creaks closed. You puff out another sigh of relief, shoulders slumping and yourself crumpling on the counter.

“Of course my first customer has to be a celebrity!” You freak out on your own, cheek pressed against the table and trying to replay the whole interaction in your mind. If you had said anything weird or awkward, if you had stumbled over your words at all—a little CLINK had you scrambling straight up and smiling at the door yet again. “Welcome to—”

“I just came back to warn you,” Clorinde was only halfway into your shop. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should have said anything at all. “You might get a few more…odd customers in the next few days,”

She didn’t explain herself, and you were thoroughly confused. What exactly was her definition of “odd”? The Duelist had already left before you could say anything, not that you could think of anything to say anyway.

The rest of the day had actually been quite slow, despite Clorinde’s warning. A few gardes came by, an aspiring duelist, a collector…Nothing as surprising as your very first customer of the day.

From 7 in the morning it had turned into 7 in the evening. The short hand of the clock started yet again inching closer to the number 7…it was then, yet again, that the door rattled open and in came a rather grand looking young man, different from all the other customers of the day.

Wriothesley had a greeting at the tip of his tongue. “Hey old man,” or something of the sort. Except, he didn’t see an old man at the counter. “Uhh…” he started, looking around the place as if he was lost.

Something about this man seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

“If you’re looking for my father, he’s on vacation at the moment,” You help him out, knowing that he probably wasn’t expecting to see you manning the shop. Your eyes dropped to the gauntlets tucked under his arm. “Were you wanting to get those looked at?” Head jerking forward to signal towards his gauntlets.

Wriothesley stood like a deer in headlights in the middle of your shop, now looking more surprised than ever. His eyes narrowed and his hand came up halfway to point at you shyly “You’re Y/N?”

You were taken aback, eyes evidently widening. “…Yes…? Do I…know you?” It was your turn to squint your eyes at him. His black hair was a little unruly, his build was of a seasoned fighter’s. The coat draped on his back gave him a sense of importance, and the way he carried himself screamed of confidence.

No. No lightbulbs came up to give you a clue.

You could only smile sheepishly when he didn’t offer an answer and you had to speak up in the silence. “I’m sorry, I don’t really recall where we met,”

It was only then did he chuckle and finally stepped forward to meet you at the counter, placing his gauntlets atop it. “I don’t blame you. Anyway,” he brushed away the subject quickly and proceeded to tell you that his gauntlets had been feeling a little “clunky”.

You, in all your consciousness, felt horrible that you didn’t recognize someone who seemingly knew who you were. The man, however, seemed like he didn’t want to breach the subject anymore.

“Hmm…?” You bring your hand up to your chin as he finishes complaining about his gauntlets. You scour over them with your eyes and notice a few marks on the glossy finish of it. “This looks like…it’s been damaged,” you rub a finger over the area you’re talking about. “…by…a pistol…” An image of Clorinde passes through your head. "...Are you…a criminal?” You look up to your current customer, a mix of worry and intrigue etched on your face.

Wriothesley blinks, and suddenly bursts into short laughter. “Me? Not recently no,” he answers with a chuckle on his lips.

Then why would Ms. Clorinde shoot at you? Was your first thought. He cuts through your thinking quite fast.

“You can tell this is a pistol mark?” Wriothesley didn’t hide that he was impressed.

“Specifically Ms. Clorinde’s…” You take your hand away from his gauntlet, now wary of your visitor. “Why would she shoot at you?”

“You can even tell it’s Clorinde’s?” He barked out another set of laughter, running his hand through his hair in the process.

“Well…She came by this morning and I had a good look at her pistol, so…” You didn’t elaborate that Clorinde’s pistol was a special kind, it was easy to tell that the marks left on his gauntlets was definitely from her pistol.

“Oh did she?” He seemed to be a very chipper guy. Everything you said, he was somewhat amused by it. It was then that he dismissively waved a hand. “It’s alright, we were just…sparring. I’m the one who told her to come ‘round to your old man’s shop. We went at it too hard and…well, more customers for you,”

“Uh huh…” you start, still unsure. “Well, in any case, I’d like to have your name, please? It’s just good manners to know your customer’s name,” You smile a bit, and quickly add under a whisper “or in this case, my potential killer's,”

Wriothesley hears you, another chuckle emanating from his chest. “It’s Wriothesley,”

Something clicks in your mind. A very, very far off memory.

“…Oh!” One of your hand involuntarily shoots up to your mouth, at the same time your eyes widen, you stare at him “Wriothesley!?” You look him over, up and down, then back to his face. “You…You grew up a lot!”

“So did you!” He has a sincere smile on his face, arms crossing and looking rather proud.

“Oh, oh my Archons,” your hands fumble to find each other and you gather yourself once again, straightening up “I didn’t realize it was you, I’m so sorry. Oh and you’re the Duke now, right? I’m SO sorry, I didn’t mean to call you a criminal—or a killer!” Your words start to skim over each other in your embarrassment and desperation to explain yourself.

Wriothesley gives somewhat of an awkward and guarded smile, if only you knew, “It’s not a problem, just…call me Wriothesley,”

“Right... Right! Erm…” You focus your attention back to his gauntlets. “So these are, uh…just needs a bit of polishing and erm…” You’re still trying to gather your racing thoughts. There were bits and pieces of memories coming back to you that were connected to him. Most of them were from your father, and you quickly recalled that you’d met the Duke as a teenager, just a few odd times, really not a lot. “I have a suspicion as to why you think it’s getting clunky…”

You reach under the table again to look for a tape measure, “Do you mind if I measure your hands?” somehow getting most of your brain and thinking back, you ask him to extend one of his arms out and he complies rather easily.

As usual, you quietly work. Taking various measurements of his wrist, fingers, arm length and the sort.

“…You’ve gotten really good at this,” he remarks, just to fill in the silence. You maintain your concentration and mumble back absentmindedly.

“Mmhmm…Well, I did study this in school…and my father has taught me a lot,”

Wriothesley had wanted to comment that yours was still an extraordinary skill. He didn’t think that you’d be so good at assessing weapons and finding solutions for it, he dare thought that you were getting even better than your old man, but he kept quiet, seeing your concentration.

“As I thought,” you breathe out, rolling the tape measure back into a circle. “Your gauntlets are a tad bit small on you now…you’ve probably gained a bit of muscle, or something,”

“Oh,” was all he could let out, not expecting the answer to be so simple.

“I can resize it…but…” you glance at the clock. 7:32 pm. Way past closing time. “…You can leave it with me and pick it up tomorrow or…come back with it tomorrow? I imagine you might not want to part with it, even just for a night,” You don’t know what the duties of a Duke are, but if he was in charge of Meropide… you guessed that the one thing he really needed with him was his weapon. “I mean, it still fits you, it’s just… not in optimal shape.”

“I understand,” he moves to take the gauntlets back with him, but gives you an appreciative nod. “I’ll come back tomorrow morning then,”

“Okay,” you whisper, holding his gaze, the edges of your mouth turning up the slightest bit. “See you tomorrow then,”

Wriothesley keeps your gaze for only a few moments longer before he gathered his weapon and tucked it under his arm again. He then returns your smile, briefly. He steps away to turn, his coat swaying with him. “See ya,” he throws a hand back as a goodbye and as he exits the store, it is suddenly quiet.

You stand there for a moment to replay the interaction. The quiet helps you organize your thoughts. You can’t help but think that he had grown up to be a good man, and there was no denying that he was good looking—anyone with eyes could see that—you hum a bit, and keep the thoughts to yourself.

You close the shop up, feeling rather good of how the unexpected events of the day unfolded, and went to sleep easily.

Chapter 1: End

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 prev. OG 5 GUYS INTRO!

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INTRODUCING THE ISLANDERS ...

"i'm ayato, i'm 25 and from inazuma. i work as an accountant (wink). no no just joking don't keep that in-"

"(cough) i work as an accountant, i really love my life to be honest. the thing i love most on this earth is my car- it's a porsche, and the longest i've ever had a girlfriend for is about.... 2 weeks? so good luck to the next one haw haw haw-"

"my type? i like pretty women. let's hope there are some on the show haw haw haw"

"hello!! my name's tighnari, nari for short, i'm 22, and i'm currently studying biochemistry at the akademiya in sumeru"

"i really love being outdoors and nature, so my perfect first date would be a long hike in the woods, or just any physical activity. i think you can really tell a lot about a person when you're out in nature with them"

"so.... i guess that makes my ideal type someone who also loves the outdoors? i have a thing for more nerdy girls, too- it's something i've noticed. i just find it so cute when a girl has glasses"

".... an ick? if she litters, it's an instant no from me"

"i'm alhaitham, i'm 25, i'm from sumeru and i'm a court stenographer"

"to be completely honest, i'm here because i lost a bet with my friend. he thinks i need to try harder to find a girlfriend so i'll see how it goes on this show. it would be funny to see the look on his face if i do end up meeting a girl i like, i guess."

"a fun fact about myself? i can type 120 words per minute"

"i don't think i've really struggled with romance. there's been many girls who have tried to get with me, i'm just not really the type to get with someone for the sake of it. does that sound like i'm bragging? oh well."

"i don't think i have a type, either. i like who i like, simple as that."

"how's my hair looking? ok, good."

"i'm kaeya but you can call me handsome, im 24, and i live in mondstadt. i work in sales, so that definitely helps when i'm chatting up girls, heh."

"my go to pick up line? do you believe in love at first sight or do i have to walk past you again? (chuckle) nah, nah, i'm joking. i don't really use pickup lines, i'll just buy a girl a drink and we get talking and then... you know. it's a pretty good tactic. or maybe it's just me, heh."

"i like women who are confident in themselves. i don't want to have to spend all my time reassuring her, you know? and a girl who can keep me on my toes, someone who can beat me at my own game, you get me?"

"i have yet to meet a girl like that, i guess that's the reason why i've never had a proper girlfriend."

"my name's xiao, i'm 26, and i'm a tattoo artist from liyue"

"i get told that i look young for my age quite a lot- i guess it's to do with the height? it'll pay off when i'm 40 and still looking 20, at least"

"my type? ... to be really honest, i love girls with thick thighs and pretty smiles. there's nothing better than that"

"an ick? girls who go around saying if he's under 6 foot i don't want him- they're missing out on some good dick because they can't pull their heads out of their asses, that's for sure... oh shit, am i allowed to say that?"

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Scandalous (pt. 1)

Summary:

You have sex with your beloved in scandalous places.

Featuring:

Wriothesley, Alhaitham (separate), fem!Reader

Tags:

Filthy smut because why the fuck not :3 Semi-public sex, sex toy, double penetration, wall sex (Wriothesley), office sex, bookshelf sex (Alhaitham)

Note:

I'm celebrating my getting Wrio by winning 50/50 with... another smut. Hahaha. /bonked Alhaitham's part has been sitting in my drafts for so long hjksdfksl Also yes, I finally made character banners! Yay!!

This will be a multi-character series! Planned: Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Baizhu, Neuvillette

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For all his cunning and scheming ways, Wriothesley is ultimately a man of action. And the best part? He’s open even to the most outrageous ideas.

So when you shyly asked him if he wanted to try having sex outside of the bedroom, he pounced at the thought and planned everything the next morning—even going as far as telling the guards patrolling the room with the big window into the ocean that he will cover that area himself that night.

When you arrive at your rendezvous spot at midnight, he’s already waiting for you with a naughty smirk plastered across his lips. Humming, he closes the distance between your bodies. The way he’s kissing your lips with unbridled lust is somehow so much more sensual this time.

While his hands are busy slipping under your shirt and playing with your breasts, you unbuckle his belt and yank down his underwear to find his fat cock already hard and leaking from the thought of whatever dirty plans he has for you. After you wriggle out of your work pants, he lifts you up so easily, eliciting a delighted yelp from you as you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, his shaft rubbing against your slick entrance whenever he takes a step.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, giggling.

Your husband only chuckles in response as he walks into the moonlight. You feel your walls clench around nothing as you realize what he’s doing.

A soft thud accompanies the cold feeling of your back being pressed against the thick one-way window, the mix of pleasure and pain of his tip bullying its way into your deepest parts following shortly afterwards.

A muffled half-moan, half-protest escapes your throat as he finally enters you completely, his lips angled oh so perfectly against yours to shut you up. He moans against your mouth as he begins thrusting into your wet cunt, the dirty sounds—oh archons, all the dirty sounds—bounce against the metal walls and form echoes of his heated rutting.

“W-Wrio!” you complain, but you can feel your spongy walls clamping down on his thick length. “N-not so loud– ah– too loud–”

He laughs and smacks your butt while pinning you even harder against the window with his muscular body.

“My, my,” he tuts beside your face. The way his lips graze across the skin of your neck makes you shiver. “It’s like music to your ears, huh.”

More loud slaps of skin fills your ear as you come nearer and nearer to your climax. Alas, after a few thrusts, he stops moving.

”I almost forgot. I bought this for you,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen as he takes out a vibrator from his coat’s inner pocket.

“Aha, I see you like your present,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry… it’s nothing you can’t take. I’ve trained you so well, after all.”

“B-but–”

“Ah, ah, ah. No buts. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

You whine as he spreads your ass and slides the toy in. You bury your face in his shoulders, embarrassed from the fact that it goes in so easily due to your leaking juices.

“Ready, darling?” he says—but not giving you a chance to answer before he flicks the switch.

Incoherent mewls of pleasure echo through the air as your climax comes crashing like a tsunami. Wriothesley laughs as he moves his free hand to spread your thighs apart, practically pinning your right knee against the window to give him even more access to your deepest parts. You shudder from the feeling of his bushy pubes rubbing against your exposed clit.

“Don’t– I’ll cum–” you protest, but his sloppy kiss shuts you up.

“And what’s wrong with that?” he growls with a playful tone against your mouth. “You can scream however you want. Nobody’s going to head this way tonight, not when I’m… ‘patrolling’ this area.”

He starts grinding while fucking your ass with the vibrator. Your pleas for him to stop—it feels too good, you’re losing control—he answers with shushes and sadistic chuckles.

“Good,” he purrs. “Let go. Let it all out for me like the good girl you are, yeah?”

His moans grows louder with each thrust, and finally, he lets the vibrator go in favor of spreading both of your thighs apart so he can fuck you in earnest. The toy slides out of you and falls with a loud clang next to your husband’s feet, and you can hear a soft hum coming from it if you try to listen hard enough. Not that you can, of course—not when your beloved is making you cum nonstop.

“Ah– ah– Fuck, you’re so tight…” he groans. “So good… taking both my cock and the toy so well…”

His pace is punishingly fast now, but his stamina, built upon years and years of boxing, keeps his knees from giving way.

“Time for your present, darling,” he breathes. ”I’m gonna breed you nice and good, mark you inside with my cum– ghh!”

With a final kiss from his blunt tip to your cervix, he shoots his hot load into your womb, his whole body shuddering from ecstasy. Your fingertips dig into the fur of his coat as you try to muffle your scream of pleasure into his shoulder. He pants while peppering kisses onto your face, making you giggle. You whimper when his length slides out of you as he sets your legs down.

“Can you stand?” he asks. You nod weakly, pushing against his chest to try to stand on your own. Your eyes land on his still-hard cock as he takes off his clothes, abandoning them on the metal floor.

“You’re still hard,” you comment.

“So I am,” he chuckles. He takes your hand into his and leads you onto the aquabus.

“The seats should be comfortable enough for you to lay down,” he says as he pushes your thighs apart once more, pressing your back against the padded seats. His cock twitches against your folds as he plants a full kiss on your lips and whispers,

“Ready for round two?”

You hate skirts.

Even so, you have to wear one today for an Akademiya event’s dress code. Your social battery has drained completely by the time lunch break comes, and you decide to hide in Alhaitham’s office. The face of the usually-stoic husband of yours visibly tenses when he looks up from his book and lays his eyes on you.

He gets up without saying a word, locks the door, and turns to you, a sigh escaping his lips.

“You look so cute wearing a skirt, you know that?” he says, a smile on his lips but a burning, carnal desire in his eyes. A predatory growl escapes his throat as he says in a low voice, “Makes me want to fuck you senseless until you’re nothing but a sweet, hot mess.”

He presses his mouth against yours, effectively pinning you against the office’s bookshelves. His fingers deftly unbutton your shirt, his left arm circling around your waist to keep your hips pressed against his. A muffled gasp and a muffled complaint escapes your throat when his hand slips under your bra and squeezes your breast.

You feel his fingers trail down under your skirt and tug on your underwear. His lips part with yours for a while as he takes the thin fabric off and throws it away, landing right on top of the stack of papers on his desk. As his lips crash onto yours again, you reach down to his belt, unbuckle it, and pull down the straining fabric of his pants, freeing his erect cock from its restraints. His hands find their way to your bare buttocks, and eventually trail downward to the back of your thighs. A yelp escapes your throat and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck when he lifts your legs and keeps them apart, exposing your folds to his hard shaft. He lets out a groan of approval as he grinds his hip against your slick-coated pussy.

“Dear me,” he chuckles, “how long have you been this wet?”

You moan as he moves his hips forward, his hot length pressing against your entrance. “Answer me,” he orders.

“I–” you gulp, “I’ve been imagining this ever since I’ve put on this skirt.” He moves his hips again, his throbbing cock now pressing against your clit.

“Mmm… such a naughty wife,” he purrs. “That doesn’t answer my question, though.”

You whimper as you feel him grind against you. “I don’t know,” you breathe, your fingers digging into his skin. “P-please…”

“Perhaps… you need some help,” he hums. “Knowing you, you must have been wet ever since that pretty mind of yours conjured an image of me fucking you against the bookshelves like this,” he thinks out loud, his voice almost a whisper in your ears. You moan as he grinds his hips again. “Bookshelves… that means House of Daena. You’ve been wet ever since you entered the library, yes?” he chuckles.

“Y-yes,” you say, voice trembling from arousal.

You whine when you feel his cock pressing against your slit more insistently. “Tsk, tsk, darling. You’re nothing but a dirty—”

He grinds, and you whimper.

“—little—”

Another grind, and his tip is now at your entrance.

“—slut!”

With a thrust, he buries his length deep into you, his hips slapping against yours. A scream involuntarily escapes your throat as you shudder in pleasure.

“Shh… people will hear if you keep that up,” he warns, a chuckle underlying his tone.

“Yes… I– I’m sorry–”

Someone knocks at the door, cutting off your words. Alhaitham groans.

“What is it?” he says to whoever is outside.

You hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. “I heard a scream. Is everything okay?”

“See?” he whispers, planting a kiss on your neck. “Everything’s fine,” he says with a louder voice. “Falling books, that’s all.”

“... If you’re sure, sir,” the voice says with hesitation, then walks away in fading footsteps.

Alhaitham turns back to you, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“Now… where were we? Oh, right,” he mutters. “You, my dear wife, are a slut—but you are my slut, so I’ll be light on the punishment,” he hums, planting teasing kisses all over the side of your neck and collarbone.

“Or–” he pulls back, his half-lidded verdant-vermillion eyes looking right into yours with barely-contained lust, “—would you rather I go rough on you instead, hmm?”

You feel a shiver rippling through your skin as you feel your walls clench around his cock. A smile grows on his lips at your wordless response.

“I already know your answer,” he says while gently kissing your lips. “But I’d like to hear you put it into words.”

“I– ah–“ you stammer, suddenly very aware of the feeling of your husband’s thickness filling you up. You struggle a bit, prompting him to tighten his grip on your thighs.  “I… I want–”

Your words disappear into thin air with a gasp when he starts grinding against you, the squelching wet sounds filling the air.

“Come on, love. You can say what you want from me,” he teases, his lips grazing your jugular. “Say it,” he whispers.

“P-please fuck me,” you breathe. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight,” you finally say, your voice trembling and pleading.

He presses his lips against yours while humming. “My sweet, sweet heart… I love it when you’re so honest,” he says. The lust seeping through the low undertones of his voice sends shivers all over your body.

Hmm… maybe wearing a skirt more often wouldn’t hurt, after all.

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Wolf Hall + Art Thomas Wriothesley, 1st Earl of Southampton by Hans Holbein the Younger ca. 1535 (x)

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Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader)

A group under Dottore was doing a series of human experimentation in a facility in Fontaine. Being the Duke's finacée, (y/n) was captured by one of Wriothesley's many enemies, and sent to the facility to be an experiment subject. After her rescue, (y/n) was not the same. Battling PTSD while having no idea of what happened to her, she has a long journey of recovery ahead of her, and Wriothesley is there with her every step of the way.

Contains dark and mature themes, please DO NOT read if you're not certain you can handle the story, warnings listed below. Minors DNI.

Genre: f!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, a bit of mystery, action, more angst

TW/CW (will add as I go): first draft (will probably stay that way), very dark themes, angst, torture, blood, cpr, wishing for death, panic attacks, ptsd, human experimentation, implied s3xual abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, hyperventilation, hospitals, rehabilitation, vomitting, back and forth timeline, mentions of r@pe, pregnancy, ab0rtion, emotional and physical trauma

Updates: Completed!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters aside from (y/n). This story is 100000% fictional, any similarities to real life people or incidents are purely coincidental. After reading the TW/CW, please DO NOT read if you think you can't handle the story.

Minors DNI

Masterlist:

01 - Make It Out Alive

02 - What's Real?

03 - More Questions than Answers

04 - Investigation Continues

05 - Divulgence

06 - Embrace

07 - Decrescendo

08 - Epilogue

09 - Originally Planned Plot (Bonus)

[jar-of-maise]

incorrect quotes with my new fav trio

starring wriothesley, clorinde and neuvillette bc i said so

Wriothesley: What do you think Neuvillette will do for a distraction? Clorinde: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Clorinde: ... or he could do that.

...

Wriothesley: How's the sexiest person here~? Neuvillette: I don't know, how are they~? Wriothesley: I- Clorinde, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

...

Clorinde: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Wriothesley? Wriothesley: … No. Neuvillette: I do! Clorinde: I know, Neuvillette. Neuvillette: I’m sad! Wriothesley: We know, Neuvillette

...

Neuvillette, to Wriothesley and Clorinde: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Wriothesley: ... Clorinde: ... Wriothesley: That is such an open-ended question. Clorinde: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

...

Wriothesley: We need a diversion. I say Neuvillette gets naked. Neuvillette: No. Clorinde: Who are we trying to distract again?

...

Clorinde, at Neuvillette: Would you like to stay for dinner? Wriothesley, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

...

Clorinde: Ooh, somebody has a crush Wriothesley: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Neuvillette I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Wriothesley, very much awake: Uh oh.

...

Neuvillette: There's no way they like me back. Clorinde: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for you. Neuvillette: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

...

Neuvillette: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Clorinde: Clorinde: I'm gonna tell them. Wriothesley: Don't you dare.

...

Wriothesley: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Clorinde: What’s up your ass this morning! Neuvillette: *walks in* ...Hey. Clorinde: Hmm… nevermind. Wriothesley: WAIT NO!

...

Wriothesley: Do you cook? Neuvillette: I made a cake once. Clorinde: Yeah, it was good. Neuvillette: Really? Clorinde: Don’t make me lie twice, Neuvillette.

...

Neuvillette: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? Clorinde: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? Wriothesley: Ya know... it might be.

...

Clorinde: Did Wriothesley just tell me he loved me for the first time? Neuvillette: Yeah, he did. Clorinde: And did I just do finger guns back? Neuvillette: Yeah, you did.

...

Wriothesley: Where are my fucking keys? Clorinde: Wriothesley, Neuvillette is around, can you say it a little nicer? Wriothesley: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

...

*Neuvillette dies in a game with ships* Wriothesley: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Wriothesley: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Clorinde: Legend has it that Neuvillette still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Neuvillette: Of course I do.

...

Wriothesley: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way? Neuvillette: Excuse me [insert name]. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you? Clorinde: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

...

Clorinde: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Wriothesley! Neuvillette: So Wriothesley knows about this? Clorinde, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

...

Neuvillette: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look? Wriothesley: Like its slips on and off really easily. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: No, I didn't mean it like that- Clorinde: We know what you meant.

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Clorinde: What have you done with Neuvillette? Wriothesley: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

...

Neuvillette, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Wriothesley: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Wriothesley: Here you go. Neuvillette: Wriothesley: Clorinde: Why am I here?

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Wriothesley: I’m this close to falling in love with Neuvillette. Clorinde: Your fingertips are touching. Wriothesley: Exactly.

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Neuvillette: Would you take a bullet for me? Wriothesley: ...yes? *Clorinde angrily burst into the room* Neuvillette: *running away* Great, thanks!

guys i love them a healthy amount i swear. NOW DIE ON THIS HILL WITH ME

PART II is now up!

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing With Visions - Keep Up - Wriothesley - Mambo

Author Notes: So this chapter is a bit different than others. I didn't actually have a specific dance or song I based this one on and instead used past experience from writing a Mambo chapter for my Twisted Wonderland dance series. Nonetheless, I think it turned out pretty good and I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoy.

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist

Type: Female reader/ fluff/ sfw/ vague flirtation/

Word count: 1265

I leaned back on the couch in Wriothesley’s office, teacup abandoned as I tilted my head to look over at the prison warden. 

Despite being in his office, he wasn’t doing paperwork or anything of the sort. Rather, he was just blatantly relaxing in his chair with his eyes closed, and I’d joined him for reasons I wasn't even entirely clear on.

He opened one eye lazily to look at me, almost like he could feel my stare, “What?”

His tone was beyond relaxed, and I found myself smiling at him before gesturing to the large phonograph on his desk that currently played gentle music that only added to the relaxed atmosphere despite our location in a high-security prison.

“Do you only listen to slower, waltz-esque music?” At my teasing, his other eye opened, and he sat up. No longer reclining in his chair as he sat forward.

“You don’t like slower music?” A smile played about his lips even as he laced his fingers together and propped them on the desk in front of him. Almost as if he wanted to hide his amusement behind them.

I shook my head, letting my head rest against the back of the couch as I continued to look his way, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I’ve only ever heard you play slower, waltz-time music, so I was wondering if you were partial to waltzes.”

He let out a hum before standing and walking around his desk towards where his phonograph sat, and I found myself sitting forwards hurriedly, “You don’t have to change the music! I was just curious.”

A grin stretched across his face, unconcealed this time, as he stopped the record and went about shifting the needle of the player to a different song, “Actually, I prefer faster dances.”

He twisted, the grin on his face still present as he held out his hand, his fingers curling slightly in an open invitation, “Shall we?”

I laughed slightly even as I stood, “You want to dance? With me?” Despite my words, I walked over to him, letting my hand rest lightly in his.

He tilted his head slightly, his hand wrapping fully around mine as he spoke, “Is there anyone else present?”

He’d barely even finished when trumpets sounded throughout the room, startling me slightly as he swung me to the side and I immediately spun. More on instinct than anything, as I laughed in surprise.

But it wasn’t hard to figure out what style of dance he was aiming for, though he was lucky that I knew it considering he’d given me absolutely no warning.

“Mambo? You like the mambo?” I could hardly keep the surprised glee out of my voice as I looked back at him, barely able to keep up with his quick footwork.

He chuckled slightly, shaking his head at my words, “I am a man full of surprises.” He grinned at me before continuing, “I think everyone in Fontaine knows at least a few dances, and I just happen to like this one.”

I fell silent as he spun me at an almost dizzying pace to match the pounding beat. In some ways the mambo fit Wriothesley very well, though. It was lively and unique in a way that was often unexpected.

It didn’t seem like anyone was ever quite prepared for everything a mambo had to offer, just like how I hadn’t been. And, similarly, no one ever seemed entirely prepared for the man who was Wriothesley.

Most people heard his name and learned of his status as the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide and immediately made assumptions. Lots assumed he was generally unpleasant, stuffy, or even hard-hearted, among other things. 

In reality, though, Wriothesley was far from any of those things. He was young, quite charming, and went out of his way to make life better for those exiled from Fontaine.

While he might not take any nonsense and certainly ensured nothing wrong happened down here, he was hardly the cruel, harsh, or terrible person people might assume he was.

I spun back to face him and started the sashaying steps that the mambo was well-known to use as both of us leaned our heads forward. Pressing our foreheads together as we grinned at each other. No words slipping between us even as I silently laughed at our shared antics.

After just a few moments we’d parted, though, our motions continued to rotate us across the floor at high speeds as our positions changed rapidly.

One moment we would only be connected by our hands, the next his arms would be totally entangled around me before we parted once more. Somehow not getting tangled up despite the complex motions we performed.

I found myself laughing slightly at the oddness of it all, to be dancing such a complex dance where no one could see us.

Wriothesley, for his part, was grinning widely. Looking my way rather than concentrating on his motions as we danced side by side.

Were this performance, we would be having to worry about perfectly matching one another, step for step, so that we mirrored the other. But this wasn’t a performance.

This was totally impromptu, and I didn’t entirely know why we were dancing. Only that I was glad to be dancing with him. And in the end, I suppose neither of us really needed a reason. 

We both spun, me stopping just before him so that he could reach where I stood, hands already outstretched as I grinned at him.

Our motions resumed that speedy rotating through the room, and I practically held my breath as he spun me rapidly. 

He let me stop as I giggled to myself, caught up in the energy of our dance as we continued to dance around the room.

He was slightly out of breath as he spoke, “You must be pretty in practice with the mambo yourself.”

“Hardly,” I was breathing heavily now, pushing myself to keep matching his speeds, “I’m having to fight to keep up with you.”

He grinned slightly at my breathless laughter as he practically slung me into a dip in which I arched back over his leg while he leaned down over me as the song at last ended.

“Looks like you made it though,” His eyes were bright despite their frosty color, and he pulled me up as I grinned back at him.

I stumbled slightly, still holding onto his shoulders as I laughed and tried to catch my breath at the same time, “Yeah, just barely.”

His hands stayed on my arms, gripping them lightly and supporting me as he smiled at me. Shaking his head slightly, though whether it was at himself, me, or the two of us together, I didn’t know, “Looks like another tea break is in order.”

I rolled my eyes before stepping back, still smiling despite myself, “So that was all an excuse to ensure you had to take another break?”

He lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant half-shrug, “Well, now if Sigewinne comes in, we’ll look properly worn out and like we really do need the break.”

I shook my head as I drifted back towards the couch, “I certainly do. Warn me next time before we have an impromptu dance.”

Despite my words, I was still smiling at him as he leaned against his desk relaxedly. Apparently in no rush to make his beloved tea as he crossed his arms and grinned at me with even the slightest shred of guilt, “Well I did ask you if you wanted to.”

My hand found the teacup on the table in front of me and I looked into the empty cup, nodding and smiling all the while, “And I did accept. I guess I know what to expect next time.”

I glanced up at him amusedly and he bobbed his head, looking perfectly relaxed. Like we hadn’t just been dancing speedily across the room, “I guess you do.”

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[norigohan]

neuvithesley ft. sigewinne as spy x family

[hannahlovesluca]

Morning Dew

| warnings: spoilers, archon quest theme

| genre: even i dont flippin know

| summary: …

| part: 1

| extra: credit to @brisquad-unit-4402 for the title

Your fists clench hardly at your sides. The anger burning inside of you is hot and intense, as it always is before a battle.

But tonight, the rage is deeper, fiercer than before. It is an all-consuming fire that has driven you to this place, at this time, before a crowd of thousands.

The roar of the audience is deafening, even over the heavy beating of the music. Their voices chant your name in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. The beat of the music, the stomping of the feet, the clapping and shouting—all combine to drown out almost every other sound.

Furina sits on her throne, watching the duel from her throne, the hydro archon watching intently. Her face is hard, and unreadable. 

The crowd's attention is divided, as the two combatants take their places at the far ends of the arena, their eyes locked, their stances ready for battle.

As the clock ticks down, you take a deep breath, and let the tension and fear melt away. There is nothing left but the fight, and the will to win.

And the will to live.

With that thought in mind, you begin your final approach, stalking towards the arena like a predator closing in on its prey.

You know this feeling well, this calm before the storm. It is the calmness that comes with the knowledge that you are going to survive this battle. That you are going to live to fight another day.

You are a champion duelist, you and Chlorinde being the most well known in all of Fontaine. The hydro archon knows this, as do the other archons (even if they’re not from Fontaine) and they would never dream of interfering in a match between two champions,  even if they are archons, their life could still be at stake.

Chlorinde approaches you slowly, a grin on her lips, her sword at the ready.

"It seems you are a lot smarter than I thought," she says, her voice dripping with mockery.

"I'm not one for words, so how about we make this quick?" you reply.

She raises her sword in a salute.

"As you wish," she replies, her voice dripping with disdain.

The two of you meet in the middle of the arena, and the crowd erupts into cheers.

A moment passes. 

You are staring into the eyes of the woman who has killed so many, and who now stands before you, ready to kill you as well.

Furina stands up from her throne and leans against the railing separating her from the arena.

“Wait!”

She shouts above the roar of the crowd. The whole arena quiets instantly, their attention now focused on the hydro archon.

"This duel was brought about because of a personal disagreement," she continues.  "And as much as it may pain me to see it end, I must ask for a truce."

The crowd begins to murmur in confusion.

"There is no need for bloodshed here tonight," she says, her voice carrying across the arena.

“I, Furina, Focalors, your God, demand that you two end this duel!”

The two of you stand there in silence, as the crowd waits to see what will happen.

Finally, Chlorinde breaks the silence, her voice dripping with venom.

"Very well," she spits. "If that is what the Hydro Archon wishes."

She sheaths her sword, and walks away, leaving you standing alone in the center of the arena.

The crowd erupts into cheers, and you are carried out on the shoulders of the masses, your heart heavy.

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Your dreams are filled with a strange voice calling out to you, as if asking you to come home.

[Ŗ̛̖̳̭̍̓̂͆̈́_̶̑ͤĘ̶̢̧̛̦͖̯͇̗̝̩ͨ̆̈ͮ̎̀͐̈́ͯ̇̀͊͠D̬̣̖̱͙̩̠̳͆̇ͣ̀͊̑́ͦ͛̌̆͑̋͘͝Ả̜̪̙̒̚_̹͎̯̾̔͋́ͦ͆ͭ̓͗́͘͢͟Ç̴͈̹͓̺̮̜͎̺͋͑̓͊͆̒́ͨͧ͂̕͢͟͢͟͟͝_̶̳̼̣̱͊̇ͩͩͭ͊͊̚͟͡T̸̻̳̭͍̳͍̭͚ͦ͛̊ͨ̌ͦ͂ͧͭ̉ͯͯ͢͡E̷̵̢̛̛͕̝̝̰̪͇̼̳̬̊̓̀̐̊ͦ̒̄̑ͦ͋͗̄̊̽̀ͮ̌̆̇̿̀̎̍̚̚͢͢͞͡͡ͅD̸̢̢̡̬̣̗̟̥̪̙͉͕͓͉͓͉͐͐̐ͥ̎͒͆̇̀̏ͨ̋̏̿͊ͥ̉̽͗̋̀̐̄͟͞͞ͅ]

1. A Familiar Face

You awake with a gasp, sweat running down your face. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to clear the fog of dreams from your mind.

A nightmare.

It was just a nightmare.

You take a deep breath, and try to remember the details of the dream, but all you can recall is the voice, and the feeling of dread it filled you with.

What the hell was that?

You suddenly remember the duel that ended too early with Chlorinde yesterday. It must have been the stress of it that triggered the dream.

You look out the window of your small room, and see that the sun has not yet risen. You sigh, and lie back down, trying to get back to sleep.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

You roll out of bed and slip on a robe before opening the door.

"Hello?"

A familiar voice answers you.

"Sorry to bother you so early," the person says.

You open the door wider, and the person steps into the room.

"Good morning, Chlorinde," you say.

"I couldn't sleep last night," she says. "Too much adrenaline. So I came to visit. I hope that's alright."

"Of course," you reply.

She walks over to the window and looks out, her hands clasped behind her back.

"I can't believe how fast the world moves now," she says. "we have so many options, and yet, it feels like there is always something missing."

You walk over to the window and lean against the wall, looking out at the city of Fontaine.

“The water levels are rising again,” Chlorinde starts, “you know what that means.”

You nod.

"The prophecy," you reply.

"Exactly. This is it," she says, her voice trembling with emotion.

"The beginning of the end."

You stare out the window at the water.

“I heard rumour that the legendary blonde Traveler and her mascot, Paimon, are making their way to Fontaine,” Chlorinde mentions.

You look over to her.

"I haven't met them yet," you say.

"I've heard of the Traveler," she replies. "She is very powerful."

"And her companion, Paimon?"

"She is a fairy, a being made of pure light and energy. They say she is as powerful as the stars themselves."

"They sound like quite the team."

"Indeed. If they can end the prophecy, perhaps there is hope."

You look at her and smile.

"Perhaps."

Chlorinde sighs and runs a hand through her hair.

"Well, I should let you get back to sleep. I just wanted to talk."

"Thanks for coming by," you reply.

"My pleasure."

She turns and walks to the door.

"Sleep well," she says, before stepping out of the room.

You close the door and sigh.

Maybe things will work out after all.

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A few weeks pass, and you are still unable to shake the feeling of dread that haunts you.

You find yourself thinking about the prophecy more and more, wondering if there is anything you can do to stop it.

[giamee]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍'

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 :: a month away from your regular responsibilities and surrounded by hot singles sounds like heaven right now. you've been selected to join the hit reality show love island, and you better pack your bags quick because it's going to be a long, hot summer

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 :: (love island!au) alhaitham, thoma, wriothesley, kaveh, childe & many many more!

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 :: announced! will commence from june 2024 -> ???

QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this series is literally a ripoff of love island. a love island!au if you will. yes there will be multiple endings depending on who you choose to couple up with in the end. no it is not every male genshin character ever because i am not cracked enough to do that. also if you are familiar with the trashiness of love island, then please keep that in mind with the way i write the characters. sorry if i make your fave sound like a shit person this series is gonna be so unserious ok bye

o. og five girls intro

oo. og five guys intro

episode one. a new summer of love starts tonight as lady furina welcomes this year's lineup of young singles to the love island villa.

episode two. the arrival of albedo and childe has ruffled a few feathers, and tighnari is jealous as childe takes a fancy to hu tao. later, the group take on their first challenge.

episode three. albedo, ganyu, hu tao, and childe go on their date, and while childe really likes hu tao, ganyu is torn between albedo and ayato. elsewhere, y/n and alhaitham get on well, while jean makes her lack of feelings for xiao clear.

𖤓 tba.

𝜗𝜚 genshin impact masterlist

[seri-tonin]

It's like. This is navia and navia's girlfriend clorinde and clorinde's boyfriend wriothesley and wriothesley's boyfriend neuvillette. Do you see my vision

[rexonalapis]

what if i work on this. what then.

[risustravelogue]

*pinch* *chomp*

Aha! You got close enough to the Duke of Meropide to pinch his cheek! Well... now... how are you going to escape his clutches?

Not me sirree I don't wanna escape /smacked

I've updated the list of characters I want to draw! You can find this series in my masterlist as well. :3

Tagging: down bad for Wrio squad @dustofthedailylife @meimeimeirin, and @watatsumiis too for suggesting the growl :>

List of characters in the series:

Alhaitham

Ayato

Childe

Kaveh

Neuvillette

Tighnari

Wriothesley

Xiao

Zhongli

Can you tell I wanted to save the best for the last but got sidetracked by this duke skdflasdjhgl

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