#wriothesley x reader smut

[the-massive-simp]

Question! Of! The! Day! 🍑🍓

Which Genshin Men have the biggest dicks 👀

Ohhhh~ I like the way you think 👀 I left out hybrid/dragon/non human characters because it would have been unfair🤭 (and too obvius)

♡ Childe

He might be rather skinny and lean, but it doesn't match his dick at all. And I'd bet on the fact he wears those grey trousers just to make you stare at his dickprint all the time. And just like he gets you everything you look at in shops, he also gives it to you every time he catches you staring. Get ready to be sore. Big dick + the highest sex drive on this list is a dangerous combo.

♡ Diluc

The headcanon that he's beefy (leaning toward dad bod in the years to come😋) lives rent free in my head so of course his dick is going to be as thick as him. And it comes paired with the nicest breeder balls, so heavy and aching to fill you with his seed <3 It doesn't really matter to him if you can have his kids or not, he is going to stuff you full of his dick and cum. And his cock is just so big that it can reach so far inside of you, making sure none of his seed goes wasted, pumping it deep inside.

♡ Wriothesley

Biggest dick in this post. I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it. He knows it, and always makes sure to tease you when you start whining about how he's "Too big" and "Won't fit". He'll make it fit<3 Could spend literal hours fingering you or eating you out, but usually he tries to get you nice and ready as quickly as possible because he can't wait to feel you around his cock. It's physically impossible to look at this man and don't associate him with one of the thickest dicks ever. Every single inch of his body gives off that vibe.

[silkjade]

CLASSICAL CONDITIONING !

⤀ synopsis: careful how you tease the duke ⤀ cw: fem!reader, 'good girl', established relationship, unprotected + rough sex, overstimulation, use of handcuffs, lil bit of dom!wrio — ꒰ MDNI ꒱ ⤀ notes: i blacked out and when i came to, this was written && sitting pretty in my drafts

For the duration of your relationship, you’ve made it a habit to bring wriothesley tea every afternoon. It’s something that’s become so ingrained in his routine, that when the noon bell chimes two, he’s compelled to sit a little straighter, exchanging unrequited glances with the large double doors of his office.

As the minutes tick by, he finds himself a little more irritable, finds it admittedly more difficult to focus on the paperwork at hand. You're late and it's not until a quarter past, that he finally hears the familiar tap tap on the door, that indicates your much anticipated arrival.

By the time you make it to the top of the stairwell, the fragrance of freshly brewed tea has long filled the room, yet your boyfriend's eyes remain trained on the documents before him. Unbeknownst to you however, he's been reading through the same line for the umpteenth time, clearly distracted without your little midday pick-me-up.

“For your hard work,” you hum, setting the teacup to his side before stepping away and just missing—though in his opinion, dodging—his expectant lips.

Wriothesley blinks. It’s neither the tea nor the pastries that he looks forward to everyday, but the kisses that always follow — until today, apparently, where you’ve left him with the terrible notion that his lips are to remain grievously untouched.

He clears his throat. “aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hmm,” pouting, you tilt your head, brows loosely knitted with cluelessness. “I don’t think so.”

Tour duke leans back in his chair, arms crossed, before he huffs in amusement. “Single handedly halting the productivity of the warden,” he lets out a low whistle, “Could be a pretty hefty crime you know.”

“S’that so…” you seat yourself on the edge of his desk; it’s the playful little grin twitching at the corners of your lips that give you away. “Well what’re you gonna do about it, Your Grace?”

It's quite cute how you giggle at the way he’s wrapped around your finger, and given the lovestruck look in his eyes, he truly does not mind at all. however, that's not to say he finds it fair.

Because although they say it’s unwise to bite the hand that feeds you, this is not the nation of wisdom; here in Fontaine, justice demands an equitable arrangement, and as the formidable duke of meropide, it's in his right to enact his own... So it really should be of no surprise when Wriothesley shows no remorse as he drills into your gushing cunt, hellbent on conditioning you to cum on his cock and his cock only.

He makes sure to imprint the very shape of him into your walls: from the fat mushroom tip that first slips through your sticky folds, to the large bump of each vein dragging across your velvet insides — your little hole greedily swallows every thick inch of him. over and over, every thrust sheathes him to the hilt, and the heavy sounds of skin against skin echo through the room.

The sudden cold of his fingers on your clit sends a shudder through your core, jolting as he begins to press and toy with the nub, legs twitching while his heavy balls continue to slap against your puffy pussy lips. You squirm in his hold — far too sensitive to cum again, but you're so close.

Your hips bounce back and forth, alternating between the hard edge of the desk that presses sharply into your skin, and the merciless ruts that penetrate so deep inside. But like the doting lover he is, Wriothesley takes note of your woes and makes a decision for you. He presses his weight into you, grazing his teeth lightly down the nape of your neck.

"Ah ah," he coos, "C'mon you can take it. Be a good girl for me, yeah?"

It’s a shaky, dreamy imitation of your voice, that nods along to the thin facade of agency; with your wrists cuffed behind your back, and body bent over, imprisoned between the warden and his desk, the only thing you can do is to take it.

Still, your walls tighten around him nonetheless, prompting him to angle his hips, hitting that spot with a precision that only comes with experience. You keen beneath him, spiraling into yet another dose of exhilarating bliss as you cum again, creaming all over the girthy shaft still buried in your wet mess of a cunt.

And as you're still shuddering from the intensity, consumed completely in the pleasure, wriothesley continues to grind your insides. He's far from finished and intends to carry on until you’re blissed beyond any semblance of sane, drunk on the memory of being molded to his fat cock.

notes2: reblogs and feedback appreciated, as always ^^ ty for reading !

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[osachiyo]

୨⍣୧ MEN WHO ! are big, buff and strong, being able to pick you up with ease. He could carry you around for hours, not breaking a sweat, flashing you a grin when you ask him if he's tired from carrying you all day. You were tiny in comparison to him, honestly any normal human being would be, and he fucking loved that.

He'd love the way he could tower over you, his shadow engulfing your whole frame. Loved the way he could manhandle you into any position he desired, be it pushing you up against the wall or folding you to a mating press. But if he had to choose his absolute favourite position, it would be putting you in a full nelson. His big arms hooked under your knees to hold them up as he destroyed your cunt. His cock barely even fit, stuffed in you like an overpacked sausage and you could see the slight bulge that appeared everytime he thrusted up, making him go fucking feral. He'd growl lowly next to your ear, "you enjoying this, fuckin' whore?" Your nails were digging into his forearms, leaving small red crescent marks behind as you tried your best to answer him. "yeah? did I fuck you dumb already? fuck— you're so pretty like this. such a pretty girl, hm? my pretty girl." Your eyes rolled back from his words, pussy clenching around him like a vice, making him let out a guttural noise. "shit, baby— ease up f'me," he groaned, rolling your clit between his fingers, trying to get you to loosen up. You could see your juices dripping down his cock, creating a puddle on the floor beneath you. If he'd feeling a bit mean, he'd stop thrusting midway and sit down on the couch behind him, still impaling you on his cock as he demands that you ride him. You would whine at his order, cheeks puffing and bottom lip jutted out into a pout as you try to give him your best puppy eyes. He'd only sigh and give your ass a nice slap before telling you to get to work. You'd huff out complaints before reluctantly lifting your hips before plopping back down on his cock, high pitched moans leaving your glossy lips as you tried your best. You could only do so much of of the work before the fat drops of tears slide down your cheek, "my thighs hurt, you're too big and 's too hard," you sniffled. He'd chuckle softly at that, patting your head and shushing you. He'd lift you up before slamming you down on his shaft, relishing in the way you squeal and kick your feet. "ah, my poor little baby, is fucking yourself on this cock too difficult for you? shh, don't cry. I've got you, sweet girl."

AL-HAITHAM, ITTO, zhongli, diluc, wriothesley, JING YUAN, SAMPO, TOJIIIIIIIIII, suguru, SUKUNA, lucifer, DIAVOLO, NIKOLAIIIIIIII & any of your faves ☆

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[bunicate]

Wrio with a cute bunny girl who goes into heat that actually makes him go at it like bunnies! >.< so much so that he couldn’t even get hard anymore and reader just whines and pokes it telling his cock to get hard again for more breeding!

i luv this idea eeeek. big domineering man + docile horny bunny girl will always be delish .

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི bunny fem reader ᕱ⑅ᕱ daddy kink. minor breeding ﾉ wc ꒱ 0.5k ﾉ 18+

wriothesley knows that for others they believe rules are made to be broken.

he didn’t necessarily follow that same philosophy. he preferred to run on the straight lines, rarely ever straying, but he knows that many wouldn’t do the same. 

luckily he’s more than capable of adapting and making sure that those who sought to play out of bounds would be dragged back in by his bare hands.

rules are there for a reason, and he couldn’t understand how they slipped from him this time.

he regrets giving in to your every request. he admits it’s because his heart softened at the sight of a creature so precious.

wriothesley is wasting away on the bed with his clothes disheveled and stained while the bunny he loves so dearly, ravaged him.

“you’re so handsome daddy . . .”

there it is again.

the dulcet sound of your soft voice feathered by a petulant whine.

your finger poked his spent cock. it laid wet and heavy on his taut stomach, with some of his cum damp on his chest. he can’t remember how many times he’s fucked you. he was warned about your heat, and nothing could prepare him for this.

he’s fought tough battles, taking on men thrice his size, skirting on the edge of death. they were brutal fights that nearly cost him his life, and somehow that seemed like a much easier hill to climb.

he’s exhausted and drained of every drop of cum he could pump out, and you still weren’t done. you continued to kiss his cock, lapping at it with long and rough strokes. the skin of his leaking shaft was raw from your sucks and the heat from your inner walls.

he could barely muster the strength to speak. his voice is hoarse from commands that fell on your deaf ears and all the groans escaping his lips.

“baby . . . daddy is tired . g-give-give me a second.”

he pulls at your floppy ears to halt your movement, but you only nose at his balls in response. your tongue darts out to taste his sweaty skin and he curses at himself when his body betrays him.

his dick twitches to life from your incessant nipping, and hearts take shape in your eyes.

you drag your soft body on top of his once more to straddle him yet again. your fat bunny cunt gaping and dripping cum hovers over his pudgy tip before swallowing his entire member.

“fuckkkkkk . . bunny, you’re gonna kill me. . .how much fuckin’ nut does that little pussy need ?”

you make a sound, halfway from a moan and a giggle. like a good bunny, you hop up and down until his head kisses your womb filling it with hot seed.

your tits bounce with every jerk of your hips and his hand on your plump ass encourages more of your of passion.

“daddy daddy daddy , I need all of it ♡ love y’r cum so much, hnn~”

there was never a battle wriothesley couldn’t win, not yet at least, but this time, wriothesley forfeits.

he’s accepted that he’s finally lost, and that his sweet bunny girl was the cause of his demise.

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [YOU ASK THEM IF YOU CAN SIT ON THEIR FACE] ¡! ❞ - MDNI

↳ Chat: Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3

characters: Pierro, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley, Xiao and Zhongli x F!Reader

[doumadono]

[Sinful Sunday] I loved how you write Wriothesley, so I was wondering if you could write something with him and the reader spending time together after hours?

Warnings: smut with plot, rough smut, pussy fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public, creampie, fem!reader, established relationship, possessive Wrio, Neuvilette being Neuvilette ^^

A/N: this request got the most votes during the second Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY GENSHIN IMPACT

You had met Wriothesley on a day like any other. The fortress was bustling with activity, guards patrolling, prisoners shuffling through their routines, and you, an administrator tasked with managing the endless paperwork that came with overseeing such a complex institution. Wriothesley, the Duke of Meropide, had always been a figure of authority and mystery, his presence commanding respect and admiration. His icy demeanor was formidable, yet there was a warmth that lurked beneath the surface, a warmth you had been fortunate enough to uncover.

It had started innocently enough. 

The fortress was not a place for personal connections, after all. But there was something about the way his eyes lingered on you, the way your breath caught whenever he was near.

Late nights in the office, poring over documents and case files, had led to shared cups of tea and quiet conversations. Wriothesley’s wit and intelligence had drawn you in, and before long, the lines between professional and personal had begun to blur. Tall, imposing, with piercing blue eyes and a demeanor as cold as the Cryo Vision he wielded, Wriothesley was a figure of both admiration and intimidation. Many women in the fortress — and beyond — would have given anything for a chance to be close to him, to break through the icy exterior and find the man beneath. 

It was during one such evening, months ago, that the tension had finally snapped. 

You had been in the middle of reviewing a particularly convoluted case file when Wriothesley appeared in your office doorway. 

He stood there, his presence commanding even in the subdued light, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "Working late again?" he asked, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from him. "There's just so much to do. These new cases —"

"Can wait," he interrupted, stepping into the room. "You've been pushing yourself too hard lately."

He moved closer, his gaze never wavering, and you felt a flutter of nervous anticipation. Wriothesley had always been distant, maintaining a strict professionalism that left little room for personal interaction. Yet tonight, there was something different in his eyes, something that hinted at a deeper, more complex emotion. "You should take a break," he repeated, his voice softer now, almost gentle.

You managed a small smile, though your pulse quickened at his proximity. "Easier said than done."

He was close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his cologne wrapping around you. The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Wriothesley," you began, unsure of what you were about to say, but he silenced you with a look.

"Do you ever stop to think about yourself?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "You're always taking care of everyone else, always working. When was the last time you did something for you?"

His words struck a chord, and you realized how little you had allowed yourself to relax, to simply be. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words died in your throat as he reached out, his rough hand cupping your cheek. "You deserve more," he whispered, his thumb brushing gently over your skin.

The touch was electric.

Without thinking, you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. 

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your lips met in a kiss that was both unexpected and utterly consuming. It was a kiss filled with months of pent-up desire, a kiss that spoke of all the things you had left unsaid.

He lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the edge of your desk, his body pressing against yours. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate. His hands roamed over your body, exploring, claiming, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

"Wriothesley," you gasped when he finally broke the kiss, his lips trailing down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and teasing. "Tell me you don't want this."

But you couldn't. You didn't want him to stop. You wanted more — needed more. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, your body arching against his in a silent plea.

"Don't stop," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Please, don’t stop."

And this is how the affair began.

The moon hung high over the vast expanse of Fontaine, casting its silvery light over the pristine streets and ancient structures of the city. 

The dim, ethereal glow of the moonlight filtered through the frost-laden windows of the Fortress of Meropide, casting long shadows that danced and shifted across the cold stone floors. The fortress, cold and imposing by day, seemed almost intimate under the moon’s silver glow. 

The evening was quiet, save for the occasional distant clanking of chains or the muffled murmurs of guards on patrol. Deep within the labyrinthine corridors of the Meropide Fortress, the air was thick with an intensity that was palpable, even in the dead of night. This fortress, both a prison and a sanctuary, hummed with the quiet activities of its inhabitants. Among them, two souls found solace in the shadows, bound by a secret that thrummed like a heartbeat.

It wasn’t an unusual hour for some people to be working, but then again, the fortress itself was an unusual place.

Wriothesley sat at his desk, the flickering light of the lantern illuminating his rugged features. His eyes, sharp and intense, scanned over the documents spread out before him. The Duke of Meropide was a man of duty and resolve, his dedication to maintaining order within the prison unyielding. Yet tonight, his thoughts were not solely on the responsibilities that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

You sat across the room, engrossed in your own work. 

The reason for the extended hours was legitimate enough — a particularly troublesome inmate required constant monitoring, and both of you had taken it upon yourselves to ensure the situation remained under control. No one questioned why you, an administrator with a keen eye for detail, would stay late into the night. And no one questioned why Wriothesley himself would remain long after most had retired to their quarters.  

It had been months since the two of you first met.

As the clock ticked past midnight, you pushed back from your desk and stretched, the movement drawing Wriothesley's attention. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze dark and smoldering as it roamed over you. "Tired?" he asked, his voice oh so low.

"A little," you admitted, getting up from your desk, and crossing the room to stand before him. "But I don't mind. It's nice to have some quiet time to get things done." 

“Need a break?” Wriothesley asked, his voice nothing but a soft rumble.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “I think we both do.”

With a swift movement, his hand reached out, capturing your wrist and pulling you gently towards him, and onto his lap, his arms encircling your waist. The heat of his body against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver of anticipation that ran through you. Wriothesley’s hands roamed over your back, his touch firm and possessive. He tilted your chin up, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"We shouldn't..." you began, but your words trailed off as his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, pressing a kiss that made you melt against him.

"We should," he countered, his voice a husky whisper against your skin. “I can’t help it. I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

His hands roamed over your body, deftly unfastening the buttons of your crisp white shirt. With a practiced touch, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, revealing your soft skin to his hungry eyes. You could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way his eyes filled with desire as he cupped your breasts, still cradled in your lacy white bra, fondling them with his rough, impatient hands.

"I missed you too," you chuckled softly, your fingers weaving through his dark locks as you drew him nearer. "But we've spent the whole day together already," you pointed out.

A wry grin crept across his lips. "True, but I couldn't touch you the way I wanted."

The kiss that followed was anything but gentle. It was a desperate, hungry clash of lips and tongues, a collision of need and longing that had been building for hours. 

You rose from his lap, hoisting the hems of your skirt up to provide yourself with more comfortable movements. Then, slowly, deliberately, you straddled his lap, your movements purposeful as you seated yourself comfortably. You ground your clothed pussy against the growing bulge in his pants.

"Fuuuuck," he growled, his voice low and guttural. His hands slid further under your skirt, finding the bare skin of your thighs and gripping them possessively.

With a deft movement, he lifted you onto the desk, the documents scattering to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. His mouth never left yours as he positioned himself between your legs, dry humping against your pussy, his hands pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as his mouth trailed open mouthed kisses up your exposed neck.

You could feel his dick hardening within his dark gray pants, hard and insistent against you.  "Wrio," you gasped, your head falling back as his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. 

He silenced you with another kiss, his mouth trailing down your neck soon after, leaving a trail of burning kisses in its wake. His hands found the clasp of your bra, deftly undoing it and slipping the stripes down your shoulders, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

"Someone might hear..."

"Let them," he growled, his voice a mixture of command and need. "I don't fucking care."

His hands were everywhere, caressing, teasing, igniting fires wherever they touched. You arched against him, your body aching for more, for everything. 

Wriothesley leaned in, his eager mouth enveloping one of your hardened nipples, drawing it into the heat of his mouth. 

The sensation made you instinctively arch your back, a loud moan escaping your lips. “Oh, for the glory of Hydro Archon! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged.

His tongue flicked around your hardened bud, sending jolts of pleasure through your body as he sucked on it hungrily. Meanwhile, his free hand fondled your other breast, teasing and caressing it with skilled precision. At the same time, his other hand, unoccupied but not idle, pushed against your left knee, urging you to part your legs wider for him. 

You complied eagerly, granting him the access he craved.

As you spread your legs wider, he pressed the heel of his rough hand against your clothed pussy, rubbing you through your panties. The Duke pressed the heel of his rough hand against your clothed pussy, rubbing you through your panties. To his delight, he discovered a damp spot forming in the middle of the fabric, a clear indication of your heightened arousal. “Look at you, little one,” he mused, "You're already so wet for me. Mmmm, I can already smell your sweet scent. Look at what you're doing to me, Y/N," he exclaimed, gesturing toward his tented pants as he released your nipple from his mouth with a loud pop sound.

Finally, Wriothesley took a step back, lowering himself to kneel on the cool marble floor between your legs.  His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled himself between them, his broad shoulders keeping your legs firmly in place, preventing them from closing. He pushed the material of your panties aside, exposing your pretty pussy to his hungry eyes, your folds glistening with arousal. Leaning in, he inhaled your scent deeply, like a predator savoring its prey, and let out a low growl. "Mmmmm, fuuuuck, that's what I've been craving all day long."

With a slow, deliberate motion, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against your glistening folds. His tongue darted out, and Wriothesley began with a teasing flick of his tongue, running it lightly along your folds, just enough to make you shiver with anticipation. He lingered at your entrance, tracing slow, deliberate circles around it with the tip of his tongue, savoring the way your body responded to his touch. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he delved deeper, his tongue pressing against your clit in a firm, tantalizing stroke.

He alternated between long, languid licks and quick, teasing flicks, his mouth exploring every inch of your cunny with a hunger that left you breathless. He sucked gently on your clit, rolling it between his lips, then released it with a soft pop, only to dive back in, his tongue moving with an expert precision that had you writhing beneath him.

As his mouth worked its magic, his fingers joined in the fray, sliding one, then two digits inside you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made stars burst behind your closed eyelids. He pumped his fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue, his movements growing more urgent as he felt you tightening around him.

"You taste so good," he murmured between licks, his voice thick with desire. "I could do this all night."

He sucked harder on your clit, his tongue lapping at you with increasing fervor. He nipped at your folds, the slight edge of pain only heightening your pleasure, making you gasp and arch your back as you lay your upper body flat on his desk. His growls of satisfaction sent vibrations through your core, adding to the mounting pleasure building inside you.

Your hands clung to him, fingers tangling in his hair as you rode the waves of sensation. He seemed to know exactly what you needed, adjusting his pace and pressure, his tongue darting and swirling with a skill that left you trembling.

Wriothesley reveled in the power he had over you, the way your body responded so eagerly to his touch.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he applied just the right amount of pressure. 

You moaned loudly, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to continue as you slowly ground your pussy against his face, even though your legs were shaking at the moment as pleasure became unbearable. 

His hands roamed up your body, one of them moving up your body to knead your breast while the other stayed firm on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. He moved his tongue lower, dipping it into your entrance, tasting you deeply before returning to your clit. “My mother taught me to always finish my goddamn food, so forgive me, doll, but respectfully I don’t give a shit if your legs are shaking. And don’t try to crawl away.”

You could feel the tension building within you, the coil tightening with every flick of his tongue, every suck, every nip, every thrust of his fingers. 

Wriothesley's fingers moved with relentless intensity, plunging in and out of your drenched pussy, each thrust creating wet, lewd sounds that echoed throughout the room. His mouth was equally fervent, his tongue lapping at your folds, his hums of satisfaction blending with the obscene noises. The combination of his skilled fingers and eager tongue drove you wild.

When you finally came, it was with a cry of his name, your body trembling as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. 

He didn't stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault, drawing out your orgasm until you were left breathless and spent. Only then he looked up at you after, his lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's my good, good girl," he praised.

Finally, after he had drunk in every last drop of your cum, Wriothesley moved up, his mouth leaving your throbbing core. 

He stood and began unbuttoning his dark shirt, revealing the hard lines of his muscular chest and well-defined abs. His fingers moved deftly to his leather belt, unbuckling it and then opening his fly with deliberate slowness. He pushed his uniform pants low enough to free his rock-hard cock, which twitched at the sight of your messy, disheveled state laid out before him.

Taking hold of his cock, he stroked it slowly a few times, making sure to coat it with your wetness that was previously coating his fingers, spreading the slickness from the tip to the base of his throbbing member. 

The sight of it only made you more desperate for him. 

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper filled with desire. "So ready for me." He positioned himself between your legs, his eyes dark with desire.

He pulled you by your legs, positioning you at the edge of the desk, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hands gripped your hips, his touch firm and possessive as he lined himself with you. 

You could feel the hard head of his cock, sticky with precum, pressing against your entrance, a promise of what was to come.

With one swift, powerful motion, he entered you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left you gasping for breath. He set a steady, intense rhythm, his hips driving into you with a force that made your whole body shudder.

Wriothesley's grip on your hips was firm, his eyes locked onto yours as he fucked you, the connection between you deep and primal. The wet sounds, the slap of skin against skin, and his low, guttural moans filled the room, a symphony of raw, unrestrained passion. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his, the pleasure building until it was almost too much to bear.

"You're mine," he growled, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Only mine."

"Yes," you moaned, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. "Only yours, Wrio!"

He moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding, driving you to the brink of madness. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each of his thrusts.

You cried out his name, your body trembling with the force of your pleasure, your mind lost in a haze of sensation.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his lips pressing against your ear. “So perfect for me.”

“Wrio,” you gasped, your voice a plea and a promise. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. 

The world outside ceased to exist; it was just you and him, lost in a moment of pure ecstasy.

He thrust harder, his movements becoming frantic, his need for you overwhelming. “My little cockslut. My personal fucking whore,” he snarled through clenched teeth. A bead of sweat formed on his temple and rolled down his perfectly shaped cheek.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you matched his thrusts, lifting and lowering your hips, moaning like a bitch in heat.

Wriothesley was the first to reach his peak, his thrusts growing more urgent and sloppy as he neared his release. With a deep, guttural growl, he spilled his thick seed deep inside you, the hot flood filling you completely. His body shuddered with the force of his climax, his grip on your hips tightening as he emptied himself into you. “Oh, fuuuuuuck yeah, fuck yeah,” the dark-haired man growled, gently spanking your clit with his hand a few times.

The sensation of his cum filling you and his continuous assault on your pussy pushed you over the edge. You came moments later, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around his dick, massaging his shaft as if trying to milk it dry of every last drop of his precious cum. The intensity of your orgasm made you cry out, your body trembling and your nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over you. The rhythmic contractions of your pussy around his cock sent aftershocks through both of you, prolonging the ecstasy of the moment. 

He held you close, his breath ragged, his body covered in sweat. 

For a moment, you stayed like that, his cock still buried in your hot, drenched pussy. 

Then, slowly, he pulled away, a grin spreading across his lips as he marveled at how his cum dripped out of you, forming a small puddle on the floor right under his desk. "Perfect," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You’re absolutely fucking perfect. Fuck. I'll never get enough of this," he murmured, running a hand through his messy bangs in an attempt to make himself presentable again. 

He wiped his cock with a paper towel he pulled from his desk drawer, then adjusted his trousers and buttoned his shirt, leaving the last three buttons open to cool down himself faster.

Suddenly, you both heard footsteps approaching, growing louder with each step. 

Panic set in as you jumped off the desk, hastily helping Wriothesley gather the scattered documents. You quickly began buttoning your shirt, realizing too late that your bra was missing. Glancing at Wriothesley, you saw it in his hands. He gave you a mischievous look and tucked your bra into his pants pocket, flashing you a devilish grin. “You need to work for it.”

"You're unbelievable, you bastard," you whispered, shaking your head as you hurriedly pulled your skirt back into place and adjusted your panties.

Just as you managed to sit back at your desk, there was a brief knock to the door. 

Before Wriothesley could respond, the door opened to reveal none other than Neuvillette, the Iudex of Fontaine himself. He gave you a polite nod, which you returned with a slight bow, struggling to maintain a composed expression. Your thoughts were consumed by the cold, damp sensation of your panties, soaked with both your juices and Wriothesley's cum.

"Good evening," Neuvillette said, his voice formal and detached.

Wriothesley, ever the picture of composed authority, straightened up and addressed Neuvillette, his demeanor cool and collected. "What brings you here at this hour?"

Neuvillette's eyes scanned the room before settling on Wriothesley. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," he said, his tone as formal as ever.

"Not at all," Wriothesley replied smoothly, straightening up as he slowly improved his shirt, giving you a look. "We were just wrapping up some paperwork."

Neuvillette's gaze lingered on Wriothesley for a moment longer than necessary, a hint of suspicion flickering in his eyes. "I see," he replied, his tone still formal but with a subtle edge to it.

You felt a flush creeping up your neck as you tried to compose yourself, your heart hammering in your chest. You were certain Neuvillette could sense something was off, but to your relief, he didn't comment on your flushed cheeks or the way your breaths came out in uneven puffs.

"Very well," Neuvillette said finally, breaking the tension with a polite smile. "I won't keep you any longer. I brought some documents for you to go through. I trust everything is under control here?"

Wriothesley nodded, his own smile strained. "Of course, everything is in order."

With a final nod, Neuvillette took his leave, the door closing behind him with a soft click. 

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding, the tension draining from your body as you exchanged a relieved glance with Wriothesley. "That was close," you murmured, grateful for the near-miss.

Wriothesley chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Too close for comfort. We'll have to be more careful in the future. Even though I wouldn’t mind having an audience.”

You shook your head in disbelief. This man had some nerves! Then, you returned to your work, knowing that come morning, you would return to your roles, to the pretense of professionalism. But for now, in the quiet sanctuary of his office, you were his, and he was yours, if only for a fleeting, precious moment, away from prying eyes and probing questions.

tags: @crystalwolfblog @shonen-brainrot @mun-in-rain

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He came across her in a little forest clearing, lit up by the dazzling afternoon sun peeking through the leafy canopy. He licks his lips, eyes craning over her soft, bouncy ears, her fluffy puffy little tail, her stature, clearly smaller than his own. She dressed in a pretty, dainty frock, the hem pooling around her knees and weaving into the lush green grass below. She was a darling little bunny, plucking away at patches of flowers, roping them into a silly little crown.

The sweet kiss of the golden hour showered over her skin. She was almost too pretty to taste. Almost.

Wriothesley carefully stalks the clearing, maneuvering around the crunchy leaves and sticks that decorate the forest floor. His bushy tail swished, barely containing the excitement of the hunt. The poor, unassuming bunny hums away, pressing her nose into a soft, petalled flower, effectively sneezing from the pollen. Something in his chest swells, something other than hunger. He narrows his eyes, sitting in the deep dark that the woods provided, hiding in plain sight, watching the little bunny unashamed. He ought to pounce. Catch her off guard and devour the poor bunny before she even realizes he was there. But what was the fun in that?

He stalks forward, slowly revealing himself from the thick dark brush of the forest. The soft rustle of his movements makes the bunny stall, suddenly halting her actions. Her ears stuck up, turning with the noise of the woods in an attempt to pinpoint him. He watches her eyes, darting into every corner of the clearing, her breath elevated - He could practically see her heart bursting out of her chest. Wriothesley nearly chuckles, amused at the silly bunny, how unaware she was of his location, practically in front of her. He relished in the feeling, the anticipation, the second-hand stress from the scared little prey.

“Now, what's a sweet, little thing like you doing out here all alone?” He quips, finally stalking his way out of the woods. The little bunny was frozen in place, unmoving apart from her rapidly heaving chest. Perhaps she thought he couldn't see her so long as she stayed still. Silly little thing. Wriothesley stalks towards the little bunny, his stature nearly three times as large as she was, his shadow almost engulfs the light of the setting sun. He paints her in near darkness with his tall, dark features.

“I… I-” The silly bunny could barely get her words out, throat stuttering around her vocal cords, wobbling her voice in fear. Something within Wriothesley trembles, a sick elation, he could practically smell it; The scent of absolute terror oozing from this little bunny girl. He places his hands on his hips, feigning innocence.

“You know there’s wolves out here, little bunny.” Wriothesley cocks his head and grins sideways, revealing his thick, sharp canines. The girl barely nods, eyes glazing over with a soft sheen of teary wetness.

“I.. I need to go-” She makes a move, an attempt to dash into the safety of the wooded forest. The silly bunny's efforts are futile, Wriothesley quickly snatches the poor girl right up. He pins her by her arms, his heavy thighs pressing into her hips. She attempts to kick, to struggle and worm her way out. Her efforts proved useless, she was stuck, trapped under his heavy body.

"Ah-Ah.. Settle, little one.. Don't make this harder for me.. Behave for Wriothesley~." He comes close to her face, breath warm on her skin. The little bunny squeaks, fat salty tears roll down the apples of her cheeks, staining them in a soft trail. Wriothesley tuts in mock sympathy, licking his thick tongue over her cheek, tasting the salty residue of her little tears. The bunny girl cries in exhaustion, tired from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, leaning over the poor helpless bunny, fangs out ready to take a bite into her soft, fleshy shoulder, trembling from her soft tears and beating heart.

Wriothesley pauses. His nose catches something, a soft, sweet scent, unlike the blossoming flowers that surrounded the clearing. He can't help but investigate, pressing his nose into the little bunny's skin, sniffing over her trembling body. He holds her down, digging his nose into her hair, her neck, into her chest and below. He catches her wincing every time his nose pokes at her, the scent becomes frustratingly stronger with every graze. His sniffing comes to an abrupt stop near the little bunny's core. Wriothesley exhales sharply, the soft, sweet scent nearly attacks his nose, forcing the cogs in his brain to start turning.

"Am I exciting you, little Bunny?" Wriothesley finds himself above the girl once again. His palm rests on her cheek, thumb caressing over her trembling lips. Her soft, rapid breath huffs against his thumb, running a sharp spike right to his groin.

"Please.. M-Mister Wolf… Let me go.." The little bunny manages a full sentence. Wriothesley ponders her request, hunger fully dissipated and replaced with a new craving. Something.. Sweet.

"Let you go..? I'll just catch you again.. Little one.." His head shakes, voice light and airy, drenched in a false sense of comfort. Gods, her expressions got him going. The cute owlish look she gives him, brows pitched up, eyes wide and confused.

"Please.. m'sorry… mean no fuss.." She shakes her head, rabbit ears wobbling with her actions. He feels her thighs squeeze against his waist in a cute little attempt to hold herself. He hears her little whimpers, her sweet attempt to mute her chippering warbles. She hiccups and sniffles, steadily working herself further into a panic. Ah, bunnies. Such silly little creatures. Their instincts run wild, Wriothesley was surprised she hadn’t bumped her pretty self against his groin.

“Hmm..” Wriothesley purposely drawls the noise out, faking a pondering look.

"I'll give you a head start" He gives her the sweetest expression he could muster, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He watches the silly bunny's face contort in confusion, eyebrows raising, eyes blinking away.

“..What…?” Her small voice squeaks. There's a soft breeze that passes by, pulling Wriothesley’s fluffy ears with it. Then, dead silence. Wriothesley’s eyes darken, his lips twist in a rotten grin.

“Run.”

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The chase was on.

The poor little bunny sprinted off, stumbling through the thick, dark shrubbery of the woods. The forest floor was uneven, scattered with thick crunchy leaves and spiky twigs, surely leaving scratches against her poor legs. The forest was silent - apart from her heaving breaths and the hard crush of leaves beneath her feet. Not even a bird dared to call. The bunny girl makes twists and turns, doing everything in her power to break the nasty wolf off of her trail. His sickening grin flashes in her mind. His big, thick teeth. Enormous statue. How effortlessly he was able to pin her body to the ground. Something nearly stirs in her stomach again, a sick pull of arousal for a man that was clearly her natural predator.

The sun was almost set for the day, its light barely trickling through the tick awning of tree leaves. It was getting dark, and the poor girl was absolutely lost. At this rate, she’d be running all night. The little bunny dives into a thick bush, adorned with ouchy, spiky thorns. She cuts off her whimper, staying as quiet as a mouse. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, raging hard as she strains to hear her surroundings.

Something pulses against the forest floor, heavy, steadfull. The little bunny was nearly sure it rattled the leaves of the trees above. The big, dark wolf emerges, skidding hard into the marshy ground of the woodsy floor. He comes to a stop in the middle of the makeshift path, boots scuffing up thick mud and leaves, staining the toes of them. The wolf - Wriothesley - She manages to remember, huffs and puffs. His large chest engorges with every heavy intake of his breath.

“Where are you~... Little bunny.. I know you’re here.” His growling voice sings, echoing through the deep space of the woods, bouncing off of the trees and landing right in her sensitive ears. His eyes were wild, twitching, wide and darting from bush to shrub in search of his pretty prey.

“I can smell you.. Smell that sweet little scent of yours…” The wolf makes a show of sniffing the air. He exhales with a growl, low and deep and primal. The poor bunny clenches her thighs together, stifling a moan with a bite of her bottom lip. Wriothesley’s big, fluffy ears twitch, he heard something. A meek little sound echoing through the trees. He stalks, prowling around the small area, sniffing and squinting in all directions. With a thrust of his fist he punches through a bush, rattling the thick leaves with his arm. He barks out a laugh, eyes wild as he spins around, facing the thick shrubbery the little bunny hid in.

“Come out, come out…” Wriothesley cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin was set like plaster on his face. His dragging steps stop just by the thorny bush the bunny girl took shelter in.

“Oh~ I know.. You’re riiiiight… Here!” He pushes a hand into the bush, straining his forearm against the prickly, spiky thorns. The little bunny squeaks, narrowly missing his large palm, skittering out of the dense brush of leaves. She stumbles, nearly toppling herself into the mud before taking off once again, in a feeble attempt to outrun the burly, hungry wolf. She ran and ran, and ran. Running through the woods as far as her feet could carry her.

The footsteps were closer now, heavy through the mud, trailing right behind her. The poor little bunny hiccups a sob, stumbling over a twirly root sticking out of the duff. The bunny lands on her palms and knees, scuffing them into the wet, leafy ground. She drags herself up, kicking up sticks and debris as she scrambles to keep going. The poor bunny girl’s attempts are futile.

A heavy hand presses the silly girl into the floor by her shoulder blades, forcing her down, nearly pressing her face into the dirt. The bunny cries into her hands, shielding her face from muck and leaves. The dark wolf whistles low, trailing his thick fingers up behind the bunny’s neck, squeezing into her sensitive, achey pulse points.

“Well, well.. What a catch I’ve made..” Wriothesley’s voice is gravely, rocky with fatigue and excitement. His large body presses into the feeble little bunny’s, warm against the nipping chill of the forest’s night. The girl makes an attempt to wriggle, to fight back, to push her way out of his bruising weighty grip. It only works her up more. She cries into the mud, tears hot and sticky on her cheeks, delirious from the scary chase and the pressing subject of her fate pressing into her body.

“I… I’m.. Please-” The bunny helplessly begs. For what she doesn't even know. The big wolf chuckles right into her neck, warm and shivery and sharp. His thick canines threaten to press into her soft skin, scraping dangerously against her flesh as he talks.

“Please what? Little bun..” His fingers squeeze, forcing a little chipper out of the silly little bunny below him. He feels a little wiggle, a sweet little bunny tail wagging furiously against his lap. There it is again.. That smell. Sweet, fruity, floral.. Heat and arousal. Bunnies were so silly. Their survival instincts were next to none, carried by their fear and libido - Wriothesley wondered just how this little one lasted so long.

The bunny girl below him strains against his hand, wriggling in an all-new way. The soft cheeks of her ass bump and grind into the front of his pants, pressing into his hard cock. Wriothesley’s eyes blow wide, absolutely marvelled at the audacity of the little kit. More of her sickly sweet scent enters the air, light, airy and addicting, it makes his tongue wet with saliva. He bumps his groin forward, grinding himself into the little bunny’s form.

“Look at you..thought you were scared of me.. Huh..? Silly bunnies are always thinking with their pussies..” Wriothesley presses the girl harder into the dirt, shamelessly humping into her soft, plushy ass. The little bunny girl chitters and squirms, her little fluffy tail wagging in excitement over the dark wolf.

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease~” The bunny whines, pathetically pushing back into the huge wolf, desperately in search of friction.

“Gods.. Could just eat you up… You’d let me have a taste.. Right little Kit?” His breath is hot on her neck, body heavy on hers. Since she was asking for him so nicely, who was he to refuse her?

The pretty bunny cries out with a hiccup as Wriothesley laps at her sweet juicy pussy, wet and slick from the hunt. He throws her thighs over his shoulders, locking them in place with his massive palms, squeezing tight, threatening to dig his claws into her flesh. Her body sits half in the air, elevated by the large wolf’s size. His large mouth effortlessly engulfs her little cunny, all warm and sloppy, burning hot from his mouth. The mean wolf suckles and licks at her achey pussy, he groans airily, eyes shut tight as he devours the poor little bunny. Her sweet scent burns his nose and leaks down his throat, pooling right into his pants. His lips purse over her dripping pussy, kissing sloppily, loudly, with vigour and lust. The wolf’s sharp eyes lock with the meek bunny’s, peering down at her little form through his brow.

The sweet bunny audibly keens, bringing her shaky hands to his scruffy hair. She pets his big, fluffy ears, caressing over the messy tufts with her soft touch. Her little fingers thread through his hair with care, carefully tugging him further into her core. Wriothesely groans out, rumbling hard against the sweet cunny below his lips. Her taste was near addicting, her gentle touch even more so - A dangerous thought flickers past his eyes as he laps at the silly bunny’s clit.

“Careful little one… Might just have to keep ya’ for myself..” He kisses hard on her core. The silly bunny nods her head, wobbling her soft bunny ears, whispering the softest ‘yes pleases’ while raking her fingers through his bangs. Wriothesley nearly bites down into her cunny, brain fogged on the idea of keeping this dumb little bunny all for himself. He flattens his mouth on her, licking hard into her sopping little hole. His thick tongue presses past her core, pushing into her pretty pussy, tongue fucking her with fast, easy strokes. The silly bunny nearly pulls his ears, keening her hips up into his hot mouth, bunny tail wagging against her back. His grip on her thighs tightens, claws pin pricking into her soft, unscarred skin - Unlike his own, perhaps he ought to mark her up, show the woods who she really belonged to.

He groans into the sweet girl’s pussy, bumping his nose into her puffy clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He pulls her core into his mouth by the grip on her thighs, wrapping his lips around her poor clit, maintaining the achey press of his tongue. The little bunny hiccups and whines, soft breaths hyperventilate from her chest. Wriothesley’s darkened eyes meet her own, soft and doe-like, unfocused, barely even registering the big wolf devouring her cunny. Wriothesely nearly rolls his eyes back, drunk on her pretty face and prettier pussy.

The sweet bunny squeals, clenching her thighs into his cheeks, squishing his head into her core. Wriothesley feels her cunt clench on his tongue, sucking him in and gushing a sweet spit of slick on his lips. The little bunny humps against his mouth, cumming with a squeeze of her thighs and a hot squirt of arousal. Wriothesley growls, stuffing his face impossibly further into her soft, plushy pussy, lapping up her sweet release as it sprays and messes all down his chin. He laps at her like a dog, allowing her to ride his face through her achey orgasm. He groans, teeth nearly biting into her core as he kisses and spits all over the little bunny’s clit. Wriothesely pulls away, his long tongue licks at his chin, cleaning up the residue of the sweet bunny below him.

The silly bunny whines as he lowers her legs off of his shoulders, clawing the air and making grabby hands towards him. Cute. When the sweet bunny finally finds the ground she gets on her knees, pawing up at the collar of his shirt. Her eyes sparkle with fresh tears, lips wobbling alongside them.

“Want you.. Want more Mister Wolf!” The silly bunny cries, already making a move to straddle his thick leg. Wriothesley almost feels his chest flutter, something tickles at his heart - the need to be needed.

“Want me..? But you’re so small, little Kit.. I’d break you in half.” He teases, eyeing her down, holding the squirmy girl in his lap.

“D-Don't care! Don't care don't care! Need you~” She chitters and whines, attempting to kiss at him, hump on him - Anything.

“Can't stop me once I start, little one..” His palm slides down her smaller frame, hooking into her waist, fingers squeezing at her hip bone. The dumb bunny nods her head, nearly drooling at the idea of the big wolf giving her exactly what her achey cunny wanted. Wriothesley man handles the little bunny, placing her right back into the dirt, pretty ass up, pussy on display just for him. Her knees skid into the mud, caked in sticky spiky leaves, stinging hard from the pokey ground. She didn't seem to care at all. Not with her eager little bunny tail, wriggling in excitement, or her drooling pussy bumping back into his clothed pants, staining the front of them with her sticky arousal. Gods, she smelt sweet, he nearly latches his mouth on her cunt again.

Wriothesley is quick to distract himself, hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of his pants, pulling them down his hips, revealing his thick, dripping cock. The bunny below him squeals, knocking her pussy back into him with a cry, nose sniffing and huffing at the air. He was sure she could smell him, his hot pheromones mingling together with the scent of her bunny heat. He rubs the fat tip of his cock through her puffy folds, coating it in her sweet, creamy arousal. His tip dribbles thick rivulets of sticky pre, staining her poor cunny with his musky hot scent.

“Please~ pleaseplease.. Need it please! Hurts without it.. ‘Gonna die without it~” The poor bunny girl begs into the dirt. Gods, weren't they always dramatic, he was right again, bunnies are always thinking with their stupid little pussies. Wordlessly, Wriothesley pushes his thick, oozing tip into the sopping little bunny. He has to grip at her hips, prevent her from eagerly fucking back into his cock. He ignores her whines and the droop of her pretty ears, the tickle of her tail on his tummy, the cute chitters she cries when he holds her down. His own fluffy ears pin back, his bushy tail wags slowly as he inches his long cock into her little cunny. Eventually, he bottoms out, pressing his heavy balls into her ass, sticky and warm from her dribbling arousal. He places two hands down into the mud, right by the little bunny girl’s head, leaning his massive body over her smaller form. He shivers making contact with the sweet little thing, stomach aching as she shamelessly humps her hips back into his cock, surely bulging out of her little tummy. Gods, he could stay like this for eternity, have a long, warm nap nestled nice and deep inside of his sweet plaything.

“What happened to being scared, huh little one? Could eat you up right now and you'd let me, I'm sure.” Wriothesley teases, rocking his hips against her ass. The girl hiccups and moans, keening back into him, crying out wantonly without an inch of shame. The wolf growls, leaning harder into the little bunny, rocking his hips faster against the soft plush of her ass. His cock is squeezed so nicely, nestled in the bunny’s sweet, gushy pussy. Her sweet cunt wraps around his length, sucking him in eagerly as he slowly humps against her.

“C-Can’t be scared.. Never sca- scared~ Not scared of Wrio… N-Not scared of m-mate!” The bunny babbles dumbly. A sharp ache rests itself in Wriothesley’s body. He snaps his hips, suddenly bouncing the stupid little bunny back and forth on his cock. Mate.. The word strikes something within his brain - the line between prey and playmate blurs, coagulating into something absolutely forbidden. Something hot and sickening. If only he could fuck a litter into her pussy. If only he could fill her with cutie little Pups for her to take care of. He’d provide for her, hunt and gather and breed her over and over and over. Her cries spur him on, the tears on the back of his hands force him to dig his nails into the dirt. His hips snap over and over, practically fucking right into the little bunny’s womb. Perhaps he was. Filling her with something she'd never experienced before. Something she’ll never have again. She’d be forced to him, stuck by his side as his cute plaything. He was sure she’d do it too.

Wriothesley stuffs his face into the keening bunny’s neck, his breath is wet and hot on her skin, humid with lust. The stupid bunny babbles on and on. Silly little ‘I love you’s’ desperate begs of ‘more, more more’. She keeps up with him, grinding back into his pelvis, keening when his teeth graze her neck.

“Gonna- Gonna! F-Feels good… Too g-good!” The bunny girl manages to spit out. He feels her sweet pussy tighten on him, clenching on his bruising cock in anticipation. His own length pulses, spurting a hot string of arousal right into her messy cunny. His little bunny squeals, nearly falling face-first into the leafy marsh below. Her pretty pussy squirts around his fat cock, spurting out over her thighs with every hard fuck of his hips. She squirms and whines, riding back on his cock as she creams and squirts over him. Wriothesley has to bite into his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding the soft, pliant skin of the bunny girl. He swears he draws blood, mixing with his drooling saliva, threatening to drop on her untouched skin. He groans deeply, loudly, hips stuttering their pace. Her cunny squeezes his length, begging for his sticky release. He gives it to her, clutching her little body close to his own while he drenches her puffy pussy with his seed. He spurts hot, thick ropes right into her little bunny cunt, messing up her insides, painting them white with his cum. He isn't quick to pull out, relishing in the tight, gooey squeeze of her gummy walls on his softening length. He nearly hisses when the silly girl tries to grind back on him, forcing his thick cum to dribble out of her spent pussy.

He finally pulls out, marvelling at the soft squeeze of her cunt on his tip and the hot dribbling mess that pools out of her. The little bunny is quick, already using her might to press the big wolf on the floor, perching herself in his lap with a hop in her step. She wraps her arms around his neck, nice and snug pulling him into a selfish kiss. Wriothesley rolls his eyes. Of course. Bunny stamina was no joke. This was a known fact within the forest. No matter, he’ll play along, surely he could best a bunny’s stamina.

It's a difficult feat, but Wriothesley keeps up with the insatiable little bunny girl. He lays back as she works his cock, fucking herself on his length over and over, release after release. Taking him again and again until the dumb bunny was satisfied. Gods the night was near endless - It had been a while since he’d had a fuck as good as this one. Finally, the silly little bunny settles down, snuggling into his larger form, napping away as the sun finally comes to a set.

Now he couldn't just leave her out here - There were wolves after all, big, scary nasty wolves that could eat her right up. It wouldn't hurt to take her home. Back to his cozy den with a nice fire and some food. Perhaps he’ll keep her around.. Fill her tummy with yummy foods and something else.. Wriothesley scoops the little bunny girl up in his arms, studying her soft sleeping face in the new moonbeam. Cute.

AUIIRRRGGHHHHHHH

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written omg- it took like 3 days man

I really hope you enjoyed ;; I actually really love this- gahwhhshsh

Imma be posting into November I think 😔 I've failed lmaoo

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LUSTFUL TENDENCIES— WRIOTHESLEY X READER

bro…i just finished the 4.1 archon quest and omfg i’m going mad over wrio- fucking hell

characters: wriothesley, afab! reader

summary: you almost get caught giving wriothesley a blowjob so he punishes you in his office (not proof-read)

warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, semi-public smut, blowjob, handcuffs, spanking, established relationship, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, squirting, breeding, slight 4.1 spoilers

it wasn’t supposed to end up this way. hell, you had only made your way into the fortress of meropide to deliver an urgent message from neuvillete to none other than the duke himself, your boyfriend.

so how oh how did you end up with a mouth stuffed full of dick?

“fuck…that’s it beautiful, doing so— so well for me” wriothesley groaned, pushing his bangs back from his face.

you moaned around his dick in appreciation and gratitude at his praise, your cunt pulsing at the sheer sinfulness of the situation. you knew damn well that anyone could see what was going on should they venture even one step too far up the staircase leading to the open plan of his office. truth be told they wouldn’t even have to set foot on the stairs, for they would hear the sloppy sounds of your mouth long beforehand.

your eyes gazed into his, enjoying how he fell apart at the sight of your mouth engulfing every inch of him. the way his eyes clenched shut, scar just below his right eye compressing as it followed the movements of his eyes squeezing from the overwhelming pleasure.

he could feel the coil in his stomach tightening, his resolve unravelling as he tried to regain his composure and control, albeit failing to find any reason to given how you were taking care of him so fucking well.

alas, before his end could occur, the sound of his heavy door opening downstairs and footsteps audible caused both parties to freeze, the risk of your filthy secret threatening to be discovered.

proving his ability to act instantaneously under pressure he lifted you off his soaked cock, pushing you under his desk and reeling in his chair so his state of undress would not be identified should whoever was quickly approaching wander too close to his grand desk.

after a continuous rhythm of steps, a head poked through, the figure confirmed to be chef wolsey.

wriothesley briefly glanced down at you, his eyes sharp in a silent warning;

stay. silent.

you spared him a single smirk just before he lifted his head to look at the man who was now standing before him.

“how can i help you today wolsey? if it’s for time off you already know the drill, you need to give in credit coupons.”

above your head you could hear the chef speak.

“ah, your grace, it’s not about that. if you are lenient enough i would need your authorisation on a slight change to the ingredients of the welfare meals. i have discovered a correlation of stomach bugs occurring with numerous inmates possibly due to the type of milk used.”

really and truly, you couldn’t give a shit on the status of the inmates, as cruel as it sounded. you just wanted to be filled by wriothesley, and wolsey was currently cockblocking you. so you did the one thing that was advised against.

“i suppose that can be done, given that it’ll lessen my work load should i allow this matter to be resolved. just give me the required paperwork and i can give you clearan—”

he immediately tensed up, seizing in the middle of his sentence. why? because he felt your hand slowly stroking his girth. although taken by surprise, he did his best to not show it, opting to clear his throat in an attempt to save himself.

“umm, sir, are you alright?”

your hand tightened on wriothesley’s dick, twisting as you stroked, your smirk widening with your wicked intentions. you could see his thighs taut and fists clenched, trying so hard to not react. he couldn’t talk, he knew if he opened his mouth to speak he would either let out a groan or moan. whatever the outcome, both were highly unsavoury and would no doubt get you caught. after a few moments of silence wolsey pressed further.

“erm…your grace?”

you slightly loosened your grip and slowed down your movements to allow the man in front of you to save his dignity, if he even had any left.

he lifted a bandaged hand, waving it around in a dismissive motion. “yes yes, i’m quite alright. don’t you have ingredients to be chopping or something? best get to it.”

wolsey immediately nodded, turning towards the stairs and swiftly making his way down. only when wriothesley was certain he was gone did he push you off him and pushed his chair back, pulling you upwards and slamming you on his desk.

“oh you are so fucked baby. did you enjoy us almost getting caught?”

he leaned over you, caging you in while he started rubbing your clit through your panties, eliciting a moan from you.

“yeah i know you enjoyed that, you’re fucking soaked you dirty girl. want me to fuck you?”

he pressed harder on your clit, rendering you unable to speak. you arched your back and rolled your hips in time with wriothesley’s hand, maximising the pleasure. when he didn’t hear an answer however he took it upon himself to bring a hand down against your left cheek, the stinging sensation leaving you crying out at the pain mixed with pleasure.

“answer me y/n, do you want me to fuck you?”

“yes wrio please! it feels so good!” the strokes of his fingers increased in rapidness, the friction of the fabric against your clit quickly bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

“you gonna cum pretty girl?”

“shit— yes wrio!”

“well that’s too damn bad.” and he pulled away altogether, standing at full height and looking down at you.

you turned your head to look at him, eyes wide with the fear he would leave you like this, unsatisfied.

“wrio please! make me cum, i need you so bad baby!”

he stood, arms crossed and expression unwavering.

“oh you do now? maybe you should’ve thought about that before you pulled that little stunt of yours.”

you wiggled your ass at him hoping to break down his resolve.

“wrio i’m sorry, i’ll be good for you i swear.”

he said nothing, instead opting to move closer to stand right behind you, dick now pressing against your clit, making your breath hitch. you heard movements of metal behind you, wondering what he was doing until he leant closer over you, chest to your back which pressed his dick even further into you. you moaned out, too distracted to realise just what he was doing until he grabbed both your wrists, bringing them together and cuffing them with his handcuffs.

he stepped back to look at his handiwork, smirking as your arms flailed to the best of your ability, struggling to get free. he then bent down, kneeling while he pulled down your panties, looking at your cunt shining with arousal.

“wrio! what are you doing?!”

“you want to get fucked right? i’m just fulfilling your wish, with the exception of one thing of course: you can’t cum.”

you whined out, jolting when you felt extremely cold fingers against your entrance, tracing the seeping hole. it was apparent that he used the power from his cryo vision to lower the temperature of his palm.

“wrio! c’mon i said i was sorr-”

you cut yourself off when you felt two of his fingers breach your entrance, stuffing you to the hilt. his fingers were thick as it is, so you already felt extremely full. even worse when he curled them against that spongey spot in your cunt and started attacking it.

your thighs immediately tried to close, proving to be quite the useless action once his iron grip prevented you from doing so.

“aht, aht, if you know what’s good for you y/n you’ll comply like a good girl, you’re already in deep shit as it is.”

and so, you succumbed to the pleasure of the sensation you were feeling, moaning at wriothesley’s ministrations on your pussy. he leaned over you once more, this time feeling his bare dick directly on your bare clit. he licked the shell of your ear, whispering into it seconds later.

“yeah does that feel good y/n? go on, tell me how good i’m making you feel.”

“so fucking good wrio! i want more— want you to fuck me. don’t hold back, i can take it.”

he complied, removing his fingers and moving his dick down to your entrance, using your previous lubrication and current arousal to fully coat his angry red tip, before slowly pushing in.

your back arched hard into a ‘c’, your hands doing what they could to grip onto his desk despite being cuffed.

he laughed at your actions, continuing to sheath himself inside you until you were completely filled, resting for a moment before slowly pulling out again. he repeated this action multiple times, teasing you to see just how long it would be until you completely snapped.

“wrio! can you stop fucking around and jus— oh fuck!”

his change in pace was instantaneous, his thrusts pounding against your ass, having you moan out in ecstasy. he quickly pulled his tie from around his neck, putting it around yours and pulling so your head fell back, being able to see him above you and therefore his next words to you.

“be quiet baby, or i’ll stop.”

although his door downstairs was big and heavy, it wasn’t soundproof. and if you didn’t shut the fuck up someone was bound to hear.

you nodded your head, opting to let out whimpers of approval instead. he doubled his pace, something you didn’t even know was possible, almost as if he was challenging you to disobey him once more.

it was becoming increasingly difficult to not cum. his thrusts drove so deep inside you it felt like you couldn’t breathe in the short burst of intervals between thrusts. each push of his hips against yours had the veins on the underside of his dick rubbing up against your g-spot, something that quickly had you tumbling towards the edge. you knew wriothesley knew that, how could he not when all he could feel was your cunt gripping him so tightly?

it’s not like he was well off either, he was quickly losing himself inside you too. although you had been dating for a little over 7 months, he still could not find himself getting used to the way you clenched around him. it had him quickly unraveling the exact same way you did, and delving deep into the pits of no return.

“you gonna cum?” his voice was strained, composure tethering on a thin thread, threatening to collapse.

“n- no.” a lie. you both knew that. he decided to play along though.

“good. cause you can’t cum.”

“wrio!” you had no choice but to beg, for you were quite literally about to cum. his earlier actions had already brought you to the edge, but now you were delirious with pleasure, and had no way to stop yourself from cumming. you already did what you could. “please! let me cum, let me cum! i’m sorry baby i really am, i need you to make me cum! i’m begging you, just do something, anything!”

wriothesley had no other option but to allow you to, given that he was about to cum himself.

“go ahead y/n, make a mess for me.”

with his approval, you immediately felt the coil inside your stomach snap, causing you to gush around his cock. you moaned out his name as quiet as you could, which wasn’t very quiet at all. he never stopped thrusting, allowing your essence to go everywhere. on your thighs, on his, and dripping on the floor. your cunt was gripping wriothesley like a vice, and he fell victim to his own orgasm, hands on your hips tightening, groaning deeply while spilling every drop into your spent pussy. his thighs shook from the sheer intensity as he slowly came to a stop.

all was silent for a moment, as you both breathed heavily, hot and exhausted from what had just taken place. after a while, wriothesley was the first to move, slipping out of you and grabbing some tissues from the side of his desk, wiping delicately at your cunt before pulling up your panties and releasing your wrists from his cuffs with a key from his draw. he gave your temple a kiss before pulling away.

he then fixed himself up, tucking himself away back into his pants and taking his tie back from your neck, wiping the sweat from his forehead and sitting back in his chair, pulling you down with him and engulfing you in a hug.

“now then, would you like some tea before you go?”

[nanamiluvs]

oh your grace !

pairing : wriothesley x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 1k

tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, use of “good girl” and "smart girl", wriothesley and reader are married, oh wriothesley loves to call himself the duke, sir kink, dirty talk, power play, begging, fucking in wriothesley’s office what a surprise, handcuffs, oh my god more dirty talk than i planned there to be, 

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thinking about wriothesley who likes it when you address him as the authority he is.

wriothesley who likes the way the words “your grace” fall off your lips when you’re joking. that’s what people call him, he’s quite used to it - being the one that is respected. after all, if the duke wants something, he needs no justification. everyone knows that much.

such a man is your husband. he’s the duke, scariest person most have ever witnessed, yet he is just your sweet wriothesley when he rubs his slight stubble in the crook of your neck. he may be a big bad wolf, but he’s a little puppy in your hands.

that’s why you tend to forget just how intimidating of a man he is. i mean, how could you remember how people bow to him in respect when he’s the one kneeling before you?

wriothesley has no problem with this. he feels safe around you and trusts you enough to the extent he’s willing to be vulnerable, he wouldn’t prefer it any other way. that’s why he’s surprised to feel his cock stiffen when you cling onto his arm as he’s working, whining, “please, your grace∿ i’ll do anything.” 

you feel the shift in his mood, too. your husband is an easy man to read. his eyes snap at yours, a sign of success on your part, finally getting him to pay attention to you. “is that so?” 

wriothesley who leans back in his chair, giving you the access you need to crawl onto his lap. and crawl, you did. his large hands immediately found their place on your hips, holding you. you wanted to kiss that stupid smirk of hiss away.

“i can’t say no to you, can i? not when you’re so polite, so respectful with your grace. what a terrible duke that’d make me.”

wriothesley who makes you take him in your mouth as he continues his work since you’re so eager to please his grace. paying no mind to how your spit runs all over his cock nor the way you struggle and whine, mumbling something about how he’s too big to fit.

“shh. you don’t want to be a hindrance for the duke, do you? keep quiet and take it like a good girl.”

wriothesley who rushes to finish his work as soon as possible because he wants nothing more than to bend you over his desk and slam his hips into yours, fucking you into oblivion. yet he wants to see you beg for him, eyes filled with tears as you need him inside. how shameful of you, he would say, ordering the duke around like that.

wriothesley who finally pets your head after he signs the last of the papers, your eyes lighting up as he looks down at you. “get up,” he says and you do so. he stands up after you, his frame taller and wider and towering over you as he traps you between his desk and himself. “now, how could he ever get his work done if little criminals like you kept bothering the duke?” his dick pressed against you from behind, one hand creeping up to grab your jaw while the other traveled downwards.

you blink as you hear the clinking of metal and feel the cold material around your wrists, accompanied by a click. “w-wriothesley?” you call out, unable to turn your face back to him with the way he holds you.

you can practically feel the shit-eating grin on his lips when he pushed you down on his desk, hands tied behind your back. “that’s not what you’re gonna be calling me tonight.”

“your grace,” you correct.

“smart girl.”

wriothesley who yanks your clothes enough just to have enough space to slide inside you, yet stays still when you expect him to do it. you can feel his heat throb against your ass, accompanied by his palms groping the flesh. “is this what you were trying to get?” he teased, “preventing the duke from doing his job, just to get his dick inside this pretty pussy?” you heard him chuckle when he probed your lips with his fingers, finding it already dripping and ready for him. “so wet, too. is this all for him?”

“yes.” you pant.

“i couldn’t catch that.”

“yes, your grace.”

wriothesley who makes you beg before his fingers find your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bud and laughing as you clench around nothing. he can’t just give you what you want, can he? how could that be fair, treating a cute, pretty criminal like you with kindness? he’s insufferable, mocking your neediness, his hands roaming all over your body. he’s already done as much as to make you cum on his hands twice, and now people are going to call him unjust. b

wriothesley who finally slams inside you, the oversensitivity making you whine and moan as he set a harsh pace thrusting in and out. wriothesley was your sweet husband but oh god was he not a ruthless man.

wriothesley who keeps shaming you and praising you at the same time, telling you how good of a slut you are for your grace. his dick slides in easier with your mixed fluids inside your cunt, a creamy ring formed around his member.

wriothesley who slams inside you one last time before he stills, grunting as he shoots ropes of white cum inside your walls, the way you clench around his cock when you orgasm enough to drive him over the edge.

“but fortunately,” he whispers against your ear, bending down to press his chest against your back, one hand skillfully undoing the locks of the handcuffs and dick still semi-hard. “you are the duke’s favorite.”

[silkjade]

OF GOSSAMER THREADS

wriothesley x reader ⤀ synopsis: all this for a new set of clothes, wriothesley never imagined he’d be this sensitive while having his measurements taken… and so you offer a way to help him relax ⤀ cw: fem!reader, pet names (princess + girl), blowjob / oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, little bit of dacryphilia + corruption — mdni || ꒰ 2.5k wc ꒱ ⤀ notes: finally the fic version of this little thing i posted, that has actually been in my drafts for months

“Don’t tell me the duke’s never had his measurements taken before.” Your eyes flicker up from beneath thick lashes, a brow raised at the peculiarity of the situation: Wriothesley, the infamous warden who just about radiates confidence, stiff at the prospect of a simple fitting.

“Unfortunately, there aren't many special occasions that call for your services here at Palais Meropide.”

You hum in agreement, nonchalantly giving him a sharp tap tap to his toned bicep, as you circle around him, ducking out of his line of sight. he's right of course; the fortress doesn't often call for the services of a seamstress such as yourself, but it seems even its great duke must adhere to the rules of society events, whenever his nation so demands.

“Arms up,” you instruct, when he fails to respond to your simple gesture.

From behind, he feels the bite of cold air run through his self for the first time in a long while, as he flinches from the way your fingers dance like ice at the bared nape of his neck. Your tape measure stretches down the length of his spine until a perfectly manicured nail marks a hatch into the fabric ruler, pressing just the slightest bit into the dip at his back. He arches away from your touch, all but jolting in response.

It isn't you, per say, nor is it the process itself, but rather that dangerous combination of both. How you're so casually intimate with your ministrations, walking the line between close and closer, with nowhere else to stray. Touching him in places he had never imagined would be sensitive, and doing so without ever batting an eye.

Of course, as an employee of Chioriya Boutique, it's nothing new to you — nor is it anything out of the ordinary to the men and women you dress over at the court of Fontaine. But you cannot help but find amusement in how this rugged wolf of a man squirms beneath the lightest of touches.

Wriothesley stretches, rolling his shoulders to alleviate the unfamiliar soreness in his arms. Boxing, fighting—all of that he can do, easily and proficiently—yet his arms have never felt heavier than they do now, as he holds them out, so as not to obstruct your path. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, but you refocus onto the matter at hand, trading your tape for a pen as you quickly jot down the length of his back. Cute, you think.

He almost breathes a sigh of relief when you finally allow him to rest his arms, that is, until he sees you down on your knees, near-hugging his frame in order to grasp the measure of his hips.

“I've always heard the duke was a skilled boxer — didn't think this little session would be enough to do you in,” you say, in an attempt to lighten the mood, because it'd be near impossible to get accurate measurements the way he's tensing up all his muscles.

You glance up to check his reaction when he doesn't respond. Not that he isn't listening, but it's difficult to focus, difficult to breathe, when the sweet scent of your perfume—marcotte, he notes—sends him into overdrive, his brain directing all his senses to congregate at his crotch.

“Hey, relax,” you remind him, but his mind as already decided to wander astray. How can it not when you look up at him with those eyes, large and wide, and how he'd like to see them brimming with tears, perhaps with his cock in your—

He forcibly drags the thought out of his head, setting an iron foot down as he shakes away the apnea, exhaling with a low puff to his breath, and a light tint to his cheeks. “It's a bit easier said than done.”

He laughs it off, yet despite his smart remarks, Wriothesley clears his throat as if his voice hadn't near cracked at how your knuckles had brushed against the inside of his thigh while you were garnering its circumference; your phantom touch sending shivers to his skin, even through the fibers of his clothes. You hear him swallow down a grunt, and from the corner of your eye, you see the real issue now.

“Would it be easier if I helped with... this?” Manicured nails graze across the fabric covering his crotch, cheekily avoiding the obvious outline of his cock.

Wriothesley lets out a small chuckle, wondering if he's perhaps hallucinating at this stroke of luck? Fate? Whatever it is, who was he to deny what's come knocking at his door, especially as you're already taking steps to smooth back any loose hair from your face. He backs into his own desk and sits at the edge before gesturing with a wave of his hand and a lilt to his voice.

“By all means... ” so you undo the buckles at his belt — his pants and briefs quickly following suit, as you tug both remaining garments down, one after the other, before greeting his bulbous tip with a quick kiss hello.

Your thumb glosses over his slit, collecting beads of pre, as you run long strokes up and down his shaft. Strained, Wriothesley exhales through gritted teeth; you can feel him pulsing in your hands, throbbing with need. Your touch is searing — it burns like ice, crawling up his veins until his scattered thoughts are frozen in place, stuck on the ever persisting need to buck forward.

“Easy there, Your Grace,” you tease, heat accompanying your tongue with every lave around the underside of his cock. From his thick base to his leaking tip, the flat of your tongue traverses a wet path along the upward curve, before finally, you take him in the warm engulf of your mouth.

Wriothesley stifles a breath, tossing his head back as he leans into his desk, exhaling a soft grunt at the way you suckle on just his tip, tongue swirling as you wrap the head in a sweet caress, and take him just a little deeper. From your peripherals, you easily catch on to how his grip tightens around the edge of his desk — a reluctant companion to the slight, yet ever present tremble in his hips, daring him to break at the growing pleasure between his legs.

Sucking in your cheeks, you hollow them in until there’s nothing left to feel except the angry pulse of his cock in the wet maw of your mouth. You drag your lips slowy—tantalizingly so—off his cock, as if imprinting the feel of his veins onto your tongue, savoring the taste of his arousal before suctioning off with a nasty pop.

The air is immediately striking, an onslaught of sudden cold that sends his wet cock twitching in impatience. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were toying with him, but a single glance down only confirms the duke’s suspicions in that you absolutely are. Because oh how you so sweetly bat your doe eyes, looking up at him with anything but innocence, as delicate strands of saliva still connect your lips to his leaking cockhead, snapping as you force yourself to hold back the haughty little smile threatening to appear at how you’ve left the man equally flushed in face and cock.

Carefully, you rub along his slit until your fingers are curled around his girth, pumping his fat cock in a mix of spit and pre, kissing down his length while your free hand presses against his sensitive hipbone, your breath tickling his skin, as you take one of his balls in your mouth, suckling as if it were the sweetest of confections.

He grunts, bucking into your fist. Duke Wriothesley who has never had his measurements taken. Duke Wriothesley who perhaps has never been teased as so. Duke Wriothesley whose hand snakes its way to your chin, and with a slight jerk, tilts your gaze to the ice in his half-hearted glare.

“Hey,” he chides, “enough of that.” But his air of authority is tainted by the rasp in his voice, undermined by his own traitorous eyes that drift to the residue surrounding your lips. Oh, how terribly he'd like to see such a pretty, pristine thing tainted and stained by his touch... and so he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, dipping into the wet heat of your mouth, and subconsciously guiding you back onto his cock.

Any resolve left in the duke crumbles as you part those sinful lips, throat opening as you attempt to swallow him whole, and he sucks in a sharp breath, head thrown back as his fist races to smother his groans, teeth clinging to the skin of his knuckles.

You nurse his cock just a little bit deeper with every bob of your head, your palms—still slick with spit—pumping the length of all you cannot fit. His impressive size no doubt adds to the weight, your jaw falling slack just to fit his girth, but you persist, tongue swirling and painting and lapping up sloppy strokes all around. He rocks his hips, irregular and shallow, but it nonetheless has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you quickly blink them away, opting to refocus on holding down your gag reflex, rubbing your thighs together as a distraction and nurturing your own wetness that accumulates in between.

A moan rises from the back of your throat, the vibrations pulsing and weaving around him like silk threads, cocooning him in a pleasure that you can so clearly feel from the way he throbs on your tongue, which so desperately tries to maneuver around his shaft until he caves to the tightness — too warm, too welcoming, for him to resist any further.

And so by no will of his own, his hips jerk.

The impact makes you choke, convulsing around him as the force of his thrust sneaks him a little further down your throat. Spittle leaks from the corners of your mouth while you do your best to swallow all you can, but the sting of tears immediately returns to haunt your visage, this time successfully leaving a number of streaky trails in its wake.

You send him a weak half-glare, but Wriothesley only stutters out a weak apology before his sharp eyes are drawn to the subtle movement of your hips and thighs, and of how your knees readjust in search of any friction that might serve as an alleviant to the cock knocking at the back of your throat. Even so, the whine vibrating around his cock begs for attention back to your pretty face.

Beneath gossamer lashes, your eyes glisten with the promise of more tears; playful embers now vaporized by the saturated lull of lust, that he hates to admit thrills him. You, who had arrived at the fortress like an overworld princess; so prim and pretty, with the heels of your shoes click-clacking throughout his metal abode. Your fashionable attire, so perfectly ironed and flouncing along with every step…

But where is your composure now, as you kneel before him, with his dick in your mouth?

He smoothes a hand along the top of your head before stopping at the crown. You can feel the tangible twitch of his cockhead, and you whimper in nervous anticipation, because you already know what's to come.

“You can take more than that,” he rasps, challenging you, all the while tilting your head down just a little further. “Almost there, princess... relax. Just a little more...”

His sweet words loosen your nerves, opening your throat to the realization that somehow, you must have relinquished control over to the duke, handing him the reigns as you let him pull you down, down over that last stretch of his length, bit by bit until the tip of your nose finally presses into the thatch of dark curls at his hilt. You flutter and squeeze around him, drool trickling down your chin as you splutter and gag.

And gracious as he is, Wriothesley grants you a moment to breathe, through your nose, of course, if the large hand still weighing atop your head was any indication. He stretches a thumb over, gently brushing away a piece of hair fallen loose onto your face.

You really are so pretty — resting parallel to his balls, looking up at him with dew on your lashes and water in your eyes, lips pooling with spit at where you’re stretched around his base. he pulls out a little, throbbing with the desire to fuck and ruin… but slowly, he grinds himself back in, tapping the back of your sputtering throat every time he runs a pass along the palate of your tongue.

Wriothesley throws his head back, groaning loud and raw through his teeth. You feel so good; so hot it makes his blood run cold, so tight it has him coming undone. and he’s so close. You can both feel it.

You moan again, despite the struggle to do so while his tip remains busy fucking your throat. Behind his thighs, you dig your fingers into his bare flesh, bobbing along, hugging him even closer because after all, it was you who had offered to help with his problem, and it’ll be you who sees him through to the end.

“Dirty girl,” he breathes, wholly impressed at how you take him like a sleeve, rolling along with his movements, and leaving him to shudder so close to completion. His face twists with pleasure, fingers tightening in your hair when he feels that pleasantly familiar barrage of tremors bubbling from your throat.

The wet sound of skin and spit rings in your ears. Dirty. Yes, that’s exactly what this was. To think you’ve never felt so sloppy and messy, gagging on cock, much less one like his… and yet… you think you love this. That, or you must be dizzy off delirium because his words have heat rushing to your cheeks and your cunt, stifling another choked moan that reverberates through the entirety of his shaft.

When he cums, he cums in your mouth, spilling in spurts with no restraint — and you swallow as best you can, as much as you can, really. Still, he continues to rock his softening cock 'til the end of this high, savoring the last remnants of your sweet lips before you slowly pull off.

That first breath of real air is sweet, even amidst the iron-tainted walls of Meropide, though you're apt to remember that even too harsh a breath would send your battered throat into a fit of coughs. You slump down to your heels, panting softly, entirely too aware of your current predicament, as you run a thumb across the tip of your chin, slimy with your combined fluids. It's sloppy, dirty, and oh how you're forced to swallow your own spit, when your clit pulses in rebellion.

Above you, Wriothesley chuckles, kneeling down to your level, yet still broad enough for his back to cover the dim light of his office, tall enough that he must tilt your head to catch those lovely eyes in his wolfish gaze again. He pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wipes the mess from your lips until you're prim and pretty and perfect, ready to be unravelled once again.

“Shall I return the favor?”

notes2: my first (and probably last) time writing a blowjob so i hope it was ok lolz this is so embarrassing so i’m posting n fleeing anywayz tysm for reading as always, and reblogs+feedback are very much appreciated ♡

© silkjade — do not steal, plagiarize, translate or repost any content onto any other platform

[osachiyo]

EXTRA CREDIT *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | wriothesley

You knocked on the office door once, twice, a third time before you heard a brief 'come in!' You entered the room, trying your best to keep a straight face. Wriothesley was your history professor. He definitely wasn't bad bad, but not the most friendly man you've encountered. Though you had to admit, he was quite handsome− "ah, yes. I've been expecting you. have a seat," Wriothesley's deep voice pulled you out of the trance you were in. "a-ah! yes..sorry, I got a little..distracted," you chuckle awkwardly before taking a seat across the sleek black table. "so, um..I just wanted to talk about the C I got in the last history test?" He nods, urging you to speak further. "I know you said I won't be able to pass this class if I didn't at least get an A on my last test..so I wanted to ask if I could somehow earn some extra credits?" He sighed, cheek resting on his palm as he eyed you like a hawk. "extra credits, you say?" You nod, nervous to what he was going to say, you could not afford to fail this− "sure, I think you could do something for those extra credits."

Fat tears were dripping down your pretty face, mouth and throat stuffed with your professors unbelievably thick cock. Your makeup was running down in streaks down your face, that cute shade of pink lipgloss your wore this morning now staining his cock. He had your hair up in a makeshift ponytail− gripping the roots tight enough to leave a slight sting that makes you dizzy. "suuch a good fuckin' girl, yeah? you like havin' your professor's dick ruining that pretty little throat of yours?" he groaned, forcibly pulling your mouth off his dick before slapping it against your cheek, snickering at the way you hump against his shoe for some kind of relief on that poor, aching pussy.

He barely gave you time to catch a breath before slamming himself down your throat once again, making you gag around the thick shaft, your prettily done nails digging and scratching his muscular thighs but to no avail. He merely ground his shoe further onto your cunt, making your eyes go unfocused. "didn't even touch you and you're already so fuckin' wet?" he spits, hissing when you swallow around him, holy shit you were good at this. "ya sure you want the credits or just wanted to get dicked down by your professor?" he laughs before growling, thrusting into your mouth wildly. You tried your best not to use teeth or pass out from the lack of oxygen, but it felt so fucking good. "pretty pussy's droolin' all over my shoes...should I make you lick it clean after?" he scoffs, but you know he loved it.

It wasn't long before he came down your little throat with a guttural noise, head thrown back on his chair as his hips twitched. He looked down at you, cock still in your mouth as his release dripped down your chin. He clicked his tongue, panting as he pulled out of your mouth, "don't swallow. not yet, show me," his voice was strict, like time times he'd give lectures in class. You gathered most of his cum on your tongue before opening your mouth, showing off the white on your tongue proudly. He could feel his cock twitch back to life. Smiling, he patted your hair down, "good girl, swallow." You happily obliged, it was slightly bitter but not bad.

You were about to leave after fixing yourself when− "I'll be expecting you in my office much more often."

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated ♡

[kyometeru]

© uvuyai [MINORS DNI]

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Husband!Wriothesley x FEM!reader

–genre. smut, nsfw , starts off fluffy, suggestive before getting gud

–tw. sex by the fireplace, bondage(as in ribbons), gift exchange, reader has winter blush, aftercare, reader is implied to be smaller than wrio, big dick!wrio, creampie, missionary, mating press, breeding, belly bulge, creepy themes but no yan, maybe yan themes idk, yandere Neuvillette??, pet names, blow job, not proof read and small plot, ooc wrio, slow to rough,

–synopsis. You and your husband decide to have a gift exchange(just you and him) to see whose gift is the best. Since he hasn't been inside his wife in a while, he might as well get something that she won't regret.

Mari/yai's message – uhh reader can be viewed as busty if you want or chubby. This was supposed to come out yesterday 😒

December 3rd, ????

It was a miracle sight to see Fontaine covered in a thick white snow blanket. You've lived here for quite a while with your husband.

Since he has been busy at the fortress, he wants to spend time with you, Neuvillette was fine with it. Since he wanted you to be happy.

His boots were making the snow crunch beneath him, he was snuggled in a gray and red fluffy scarf that was wrapped around his neck that was made by you. Your scent was all over it as if you used your own smooth skin to make it.

You were busy decorating the tree with Sigwinne. She purposely put stickers on some of the ornaments and maybe glitter. The Melusine's came to help but they left since you told them that it was all fine and they can go back to what they were doing. You were finally done with the tree. Now you just had to place the star on top. You tried to place it but due to your height and the stools height it was still not enough.

You held Sigwinne by her waist and hoisted her up to the top of the tree(not on the tree like she isnt stuck up there). She was able to slide the star on top but it was leaning far off left.

You heard the knob to your home rattle and then a bundle of keys jiggled. You knew it was your husband and let out a relaxed sigh.

The door opened, snow slowly creeping in. He quickly shut the door and kicked his boots off and placed them next to the door. He shrugged off his coat and scarf and hung them up on the rack. His eyes quickly landed on you. Your small body glowed in the golden light that was cascaded on the tree.

“Hey baby, I see you and Sigwinne put up the tree together.” he slid his hand around your waist and pressed kisses onto your chubby cheeks, occasionally nibbling on them.

“Eww! Get a room!” Sigwinne gagged slightly. You giggled at her child antics.

You placed a hand on his face to stop him but he pressed himself into you more, as if he wanted to merge himself into you(which he has already). “Mmm.. Wrio let go..” you whined but that only made him squeeze harder. Sigwinne already left so you have one less thing to worry about.

You wheezed as he squeezed harder than ever. You tapped on his bicep, desperate for a few breaths. You love the way he is cuddling you right now as you are enjoying his warmth. He noticed your struggle and released you. Already missing the warmth that was coming from your body.

You were left panting. If only you could see the look on his face. “I appreciate it wrio, but next time, not so hard.” he nodded. “I'm sorry bunny, I just miss you that's all.” he scratched the black and grey tuffs on his head. he placed his scar filled hands on your chubby cheeks which sent a jolt down your spine from how cold they were.

“C'mon Wrio, let's get you warmed up.” you dragged him to the living room and made him sit on the couch. You placed more logs to create a strong fire(but not too strong or else,) enough to make the room warm. You were oblivious to the lovesick eyes he was giving you. There was a hint of worry in his eyes since he was the one usually putting longs in the fire.

You brought yourself to the kitchen to warm up some hot chocolate (or his favorite tea) for you and him. These were given to you by Sigwinne since you mentioned that you wanted to get some but Wriothesley refused to let you out in this freezing cold weather. You had winter close but he would blame you if you got sick and he'd have to take care of you. You put water into the kettle and placed it on the stove, turning the heat on for it to warm the water.

You put enough water to make two hot chocolates and tea for Wriothesley. Just in case he wanted hot chocolate.

As you let it boil, you ran to your shared bedroom and grabbed a big fluffy blanket for both of you to cuddle up and stay warm.

You ran back to the living room to see Wriothesley with his head leaning back on the couch. He looked as if he was in pain. Or maybe he was cold and getting a fever. “Wrio, are you alright?” you carefully and slowly step towards him. He jumped out of his skin when he heard you. “I'm fine, bunny. Just getting cold is all.” he avoided eye contact with you for as long as he could. You walked towards him and placed the blanket between both of you.

You snuggled more into him, heat emitting off his body. He wrapped his large hand around your waist, nearly engulfing it whole.

You heard the teapot yelling which was your cue to get up. But your movement was restricted by his hands

“Please stay.” he nuzzled himself into your hair. “I promise we'll get back to this when I get back.” you said as you pressed a kiss on his lips. You got up and traveled to the kitchen.

After a few which was not long, you went back to the living room placing the tray on the coffee table. “You must let it cool before you can drink it.” you said as you caught him staring intently at the beverage. “I—I don't want that right now.” he said nonchalantly. “I want you.” he said. You looked down at the blanket to see a tent forming. You guessed it was him.

“Do you want me to help with that?” he nodded as you began to kneel down in front of him. You move the blanket out of the way, revealing his hard-on. His face was flushed red and low pants coming from his mouth. You looked back up at him with your doe eyes.

“Go ahead bunny, do what you want.” you removed his belt slightly pulling down his pants. You tugged the hem of his boxers down. his cock sprang out, nearly hitting you dead in the face.

You gave cat licks down his shaft which was twitching too much to the point you had to grab it. Precum was drooling from the tip. Finally, you bobbed your head down on his cock, already webbed in the wetness of your drool. Your tongue licking the base of his cock as you bob your head up and down, granting him the pleasure he wanted.

“S-shit baby, you take it so well.” he started to tug at your hair softly not trying to discomfort you.

His cock began to twitch in your mouth and his breathing got harsher signaling his release more. Thick ropes of cum splurged at the back of your throat, some leaking from your mouth. He panted, leaning his head on the sofa trying to catch his breath. You gathered yourself on the sofa beside him. He looked over at you as you were clearing the cum from your mouth and chin.

“Swallow.” he grabbed your chin as you swallowed, sticking your tongue out as proof. He chuckled, wiping left over come that was on your chubby cheeks.

“Now bunny, it's my turn for me to help you.” he picked you up bridal style as he brought you to the bedroom.

I guess you could say you hoped for this.

December 24th, ????

You and your husband were currently out and about, roaming the streets of Fontaine. You look so cute with that scarf covering half of your face and blush sprouting from behind it. Since you had the idea of a gift exchange, you got him and Sigwinne a gift as you'd give her hers tomorrow.

You got Wriothesley something special, as you saw him gazing a few times at things at stores that fit his style. You had no idea what Wriothesley got, which was more exciting.

You both arrived home, taking off your coat, sweaters, scarves, and boots and placed them in an organized place and order.

You placed yourself on the reclining chair that was by a window and opened up a book you started to read(as well as recommending it to Wriothesley) and going back to where you book marked it. You didn't realize where Wriothesley went so you figured he went in the bedroom to rest.

Wrio came back with a lace ribbon(?) In his hand. He quickly placed it behind his back as you glanced over at him. “Is something wrong?” you tilted your head as he shook his head no. “Can't I just admire my beautiful wife?” you stayed quiet as blush began to creep up on your face. He chuckled which made you roll your eyes.

“C'mere bunny.” he signaled his hand towards you. You got up and walked to him. “Do you mind if I blindfold you?” he said with a hint of worry. “Yeah you can, but why?” you asked. “It's a surprise.” you signaled him to put the blindfold on. He stepped behind you, placing the black lace ribbon blindfold over your eyes. He chuckled as he led you to the living room, sitting you down on the carpet on the floor. He grabbed a pillow from the sofa, placing it beneath your head.

You felt him tug at the hem of your shirt, the hot pooling gathering at your pussy. He lifted your shirt up taking it off and throwing it somewhere. His hands trailed around your skirt trying to find the zipper. He placed your skirt on the side not wanting to dirty it up.

You were only in your black lace bra(the your husband gifted you) and black stockings with black lace panties underneath. He used the middle and index finger with both hands to rip open your stockings, revealing your wetness soaking through your panties. “Ah, you're already wet. I bet it was just from me touching you.” he said with a seductive voice.

He moved your panties to the side revealing your drooling cunt.

You gasped and shivered as the slightly cold air brushed up against your cunt. Wriothesley felt this and went to the fireplace and threw a few logs inside, the flames gathering up on the newly put fire. He looked back at you to see you stop shivering.

He went back to you and pulled off the rest of your stockings and panties and bra. He placed your legs over his shoulders, leaning down so his nose was touching your cunt. You jolted as he licked at your clit. You whimpered and started clawing at the pillow beneath your head. He thrusted his tongue in and out of you, the clawing at the pillow became apparent.

He chuckled which sent a vibration up your core. “Your reactions are so cute. It makes me mad.” he made circles on your thigh as he continued to swirl his tongue inside you and played with your clit. Your hands latched onto his hair as tears soaked the black lace fabric covering your eyes. Your breathing became harsher, as the knot in your stomach started to tighten.

Before you can climax, Wriothesley removed his tongue. You were a little disappointed and started to pout even though you couldn't see him. “Sorry bunny, but the only thing you'll be coming on is my cock.” he pulled down his burgundy/red(I might be color blind) tie and removed his shirt and accessories along with it. You heard his belt rattle as the embarrassment filled you up more which is why you're red in the face.

Wriothesley grabbed the black and red box off the sofa that you didn't see since you passed by the sofa(or he just placed it there). Although you couldn't see he made a grabby motion with his hand. “Give me your hands bunny,” you moved your hands from your sides and lifted them towards him. You felt something clamp onto your wrist. It was Wriothesley's signature handcuffs.

He placed his hands on your waist, turning you over to your side. You feel some type of silk fabric wrap around your body; up and around your breast, your thighs, shoulders, and arms(that were bound by handcuffs already). You heard his belt jingle and shuffling of his pants. His large hardened cock sprang out from his boxers. It was slightly twitching and a white bead of precum at the slit. He leaned down, pinning his hands on both sides of your head and your legs on his shoulders.

He rubbed his cock on your pussy, coating it in your juices. You flinched at the sudden contact but got used to it and let out a few whimpers and moans. He pushed the tip into your entrance your pussy nearly engulfing the tip whole. He started to sink his cock inside you, wanting you to feel every inch possible. Your moans get more high pitched every time Wriothesley jolts his hips into you. It's like fuel to fire as your moan sends blood down his cock, making it grow bigger every second.

His entire length is sunk deep into your core. The tip almost forces its way into your cervix. Wriothesley starts to rock his hips back and forth. Getting faster as your moans and whimpers become more apparent to him.

The yellow glow from the fireplace cascaded your body, leaving both of you in a sheen of sweat. His cock repeatedly bumped against your cervix, it was big enough to hit your sweet spot and leaving a bulge in your stomach. Wriothesley let out a strangled chuckle and rubbed the bump on your stomach, occasionally pushing down on it. You let out yelp as your cuffed hands tried to cover your mouth. Drool was leaking onto the pillow as you turned your head to the side, your hair sticking onto you and the rest on the pillow.

His thrusts got harsher, he leaned down more, getting deeper into you as you were nearly folded over since your legs were on his shoulders.

His breathing got caught up in his throat as his cock began to twitch, both of those signs signaling his release. You came for the nth time as you arched your back. You didn't realize you came on his cock. Wriothesley leaned down giving cat licks to your chubby cheeks.

He soon came inside you, spurting ropes and globes of pure white cum filling your insides instantly.

You whimpered as Wriothesley pulled out. The sudden emptiness was gone. Your legs went limp and revealed your cunt that was spurting out his cum since you were over filled.

You felt the blindfold being lifted and revealed your bleary eyes to Wriothesley. “How do you like your gift bunny?” you looked up at him still panting. “I-I love it..” you said.

He chuckled. “Glad you do bunny, because we're not done.” your eyes went wide as Your husband flipped you onto your back, grabbing your hips and lifting them up. His hand reached in front of you to grab your chin and tilt it back, it was uncomfortable for your neck, he pushed his tongue inside your drooling mouth. He released your chin as your cuffed hands grasped at the pillow. He pushed himself back inside you with ease, to which earned him a yelp that went to a moan.

He bucked his hips more intently, you arched your back as he pressed his hand on your back, arching you further. Your breast jiggled with each harsh thrust he sends inside you. You were already stimulated due to the previous round you both went through. “A-Ah! Wriooo~ i-it's too much—f-fuckk!” your face was muzzled into the pillow, you felt the knot coil tightening in your stomach. Your juices webbed his cock, his legs were drenched in your cum. He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Are you gonna cum? Come for me bunny, come for me!” you came on command as he came inside you with a grunt.

You collapsed onto the carpet and laid your head on the pillow with Wriothesley still inside you. He released you from the cuffs and ribbons. He pulled out and brought your limp body to the sofa, now you were cuddling with him. He pushed his cock back inside not wanting any to spill out.

“You did well bunny, I love you so much.”

Im finally done with this bull

Made [ December 14th ]

Finished [ December 25th 9:53 ]

[bunicate]

hii hehe <3

could you write more incests/ddlg smut? with lots of praise and maybe lactation? 🥺💗

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ SWEET TOOTH . wriothesley x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི daddy kink. lactation. tit sucking. male masturbation. cum swallowing / 18+

this can kinda be interpreted as incest but it’s more so just a regular daddy kink drabble if anything! but I saw dis an opportunity to talkie more abt wrio since he’s been heavy on the brain ! also today happens 2 be his birthday ☆ tiddy milkies is his gift ! !

wriothesley rarely seeks out certain affections, but after the tumultuous build-up of fatigue, frustration, and annoyance he begins to find himself making his way into the very arms that rid him of those burdens. you’re already on your back when he enters the shared room— and while what he wants lies under your shirt, you make no effort to remove your top.

he likes your hardened nipples, puffed and erotically pressing against the tightness of your tank.

already accustomed to the routine, you slowly spread your thighs to welcome his larger body. you’re smaller than him, so he’s careful to avoid laying on you with his full weight.

he flicks and circles your nipples before sucking onthem over the fabric until it darkens with his spit. it’s only when your patterned camisole becomes too damp is when he exposes your sore tits swollen with milk.

his stare doesn’t falter from your lewd body, instead choosing to get more comfortable. he peels off his coat and undoes a couple of buttons of his shirt. he leans against you again to latch onto your chest. your breast in his mouth jiggles from his gentle suck that steadily increases in vigor.

he relaxes when you run your fingers through his hair tugging his soft strands. the man above you almost melts— he's temporarily free of all stress and worries, only able to focus on the sweetness that coats his throat. each nipple gets increasingly sloppy from his ministrations. he nips and licks at your areola, slurping any milk that dripped until he finds himself becoming insatiable.

wriothesley parts from your flesh only to capture both hardened buds between his lips. the shock makes you obediently arch your back and the pleasure is nearly maddening. thick cream from both of your nipples warms his mouth and he swallows diligently.

“ . . . I think I m-might cum like this.”

you drag out the syllables sounding close to something resembling a frustrated whine.

it was never really your intention to become aroused. you only ever want to satisfy him to his heart's content, but he treats you so fondly. he sucks your milk like it’s as sweet as honey, laced with sugar as though he had a sweet tooth. it wasn’t within your realm of control to muffle out the mewls that would inevitably tumble out being that didn’t seem like he wanted to stop.

light air brazed over your folds from his shifting. your pussy quivered and leaked from the lack of attention. your cunt was only awarded the faint touch of clothes as wriothesley sank his body closer to yours. you weren't sure how much longer you could be left hanging.

it was a game — the urge to cum shuffling between push and pull. it nears when you concentrate on the sensation of your tender nipples but stilts when your slick hole thumped with a jarring emptiness. so close and still far away.

wriothesley wants to smile at your admittance. he puckers around your breasts briefly before pulling away, crooning into your chest.

“cummin’ from your tits alone ?”

he raises his head in awe to get a better look at your unraveling. he jerks his thumb towards your nipple rubbing it in small circles to soothe the sensitive area.

“I haven’t even touched that little pussy yet .”

he teases you though he’s aware of his own limits. his cock strained against his jeans scuffing against the sturdy material. it slowly pulses, beckoning for release. he moves to kneel on the bed, knees on the sides of your relaxed frame. you remain still as his hands fumble with his zipper.

he pulls the metal down and it almost hurts to touch his bulge. It’s hot when his thick fingers enclose around the base, steadily getting tighter.

“daddy can’t blame you though,” he grunts, slowly pumping his length in languid motions.

“just look at my fuckin’ cock, princess. I’m hard just at the sight of you.” the swollen head creams pre-cum and it splats against your sternum. he jerks off over your chest at the view of your plump tits coated with saliva and milk.

“so cute,” he mumbles.

heat coats the apples of your cheeks and with each breath you take, your chest only begins to trickle out more of your sweetness. he positions his cock head against your sloppy nipples to catch the fluid.

he nastily wipes his tip around your achy bud— the feeling of the hardened flesh probing the middle of his flushed member was enough to make his balls twitch and threat to expel his load. wriothesley takes his other hand to pull the taut button hoping to hear more of your girlish noises.

“daddy ! y-you’re gonna ruin me. . you’re twisting my nipples -! ” you squeal.

your hips move on their own accord without guidance, slowly grinding on the bed in senseless want.

“yeah, and daddy’s gonna cum on them,” he replies in a breathless grunt. his cock is audibly wet, and he squeezes your breast, using your milk and his semen to enhance the slipperiness of his grip.

“you’re so pretty. . pretty face and fuckin’ tits, angel.”

he lifts up his shirt and bites it with his teeth, he’s growing warm, sweat glistens on his abdomen, his stomach flexing with each jerk of his fist. you watch him unabashedly as he pleasures himself.

“like what you see, doll face? since you’ve been so good, how about I give you some daddy’s milk in return?” he laughs. he feels filthy tainting his sweet girl like this, but his desire tossed any rationality he had left out the window.

“mhm . . I wan’ it daddy. ahh~”

you open your mouth and let you tongue loll out. you struggle to keep your eyes open in case his cum jets out unexpectedly but you still want to your daddy fuck himself to completion . his hand speeds up faster, and his breathing becomes ragged at your expression.

he never thought he’d find himself pathetically fucking his fist at the sight of his pretty girl with milky tits but he’s never been more eager.

“here it is baby,” he drawls.

“fuuuuuck.”

roughly, slotting his cock between your breasts, his tip messily bumps your bottom lip. both hands grab your nipples to pull your tits together and his girth gets swallowed by your fat mounds.

it’s a fucking sight.

he sloppily fucks those tits he spent hours decorating with his drool, and it becomes even more decorative as his cum spurts out in ribbons.

wriothesley goes faster, riding out his high, and his heavy balls pulse after his release.

cum stains your face and mouth, and you lick your lips, tasting the salty fluid covering your tastebuds.

 he grumbles, “good girl, suck it up just like that.”

your mouth suckles on his member and presses light kisses on the length of his shaft.

savor it he wants to say, he wants to see your mouth do other things, but he couldn’t possibly be so greedy after already getting his fill.

he reeled back to the edge of the bed and removes the remaining layers of his clothes. his chains, jewelry, his shirt, and pants. the look on his face left you feeling excited, maybe even a little scared at what awaited you. especially when the duke gives you a sly smile with lids low and heavy.

he beckons to you with his fingers.

“ass up for daddy, princess.”

and you don’t need to be told twice.

[quimichi]

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characters: Pierro, Scaramouche, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley, Xiao and Zhongli x F!Reader (separately)

[doumadono]

sinful sunday - can i ask for wrio and reader who rides him after a training she had with him (sry for my english)

Warnings: smut w/o plot, smut, cunnilingus, cowgirl, creampie, fem!reader

A/N: this request got the second number of votes during the third Sinful Sunday poll. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY GENSHIN IMPACT

The training sessions with Wriothesley were never easy, but today had been particularly grueling. 

The sweat trickled down your spine as you leaned against the cool stone wall of the training room, trying to catch your breath. Wriothesley, the stern and unwavering Duke of Meropide, had pushed you to your limits, and beyond.

"You're improving," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your exhausted body. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the muscles in his arms flexing under his damp shirt. His intense gaze met yours.

"Thanks to you," you replied, managing a smile despite your weariness.

He stepped closer, the proximity making your heart race faster than the intense sparring session had. "It's not just me," he said, his eyes darkening as they raked over your form. "You have strength within you. You just need to unleash it."

His words hung heavy in the air, laden with a meaning that transcended the physical training you had just endured. You had always admired his determination and unyielding spirit, but lately, those feelings had morphed into something deeper, something more primal.

"Wriothesley," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. The intensity of his gaze made it difficult to find the right words, so you opted for action instead. Stepping closer, you placed a tentative hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm.

Without another word, you climbed your tippy toes, and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. 

For a moment, he didn't respond, and you feared you had crossed a line. But then his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that left you breathless.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, the dark haired man smirked. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he growled, his grip on your waist tightening.

"I know," you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. "But it's a risk I'm willing to take."

With a low growl, he captured your lips again, his kiss demanding and possessive. 

You melted against him, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and something uniquely Wriothesley.

He broke the kiss abruptly, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Are you sure you want this?"

"More than anything," you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

That was all the confirmation he needed. In a swift motion, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the nearby cot where you often rested after training. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the chiseled perfection of his body.

You couldn't tear your gaze away, your breath hitching as he crawled over you, his weight pressing you into the cot. His hands were everywhere, exploring every curve of your body with a reverence that made you ache for more. When his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips.

"Wrio," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his dark hair.

He growled in response, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver with anticipation. "Say my name again," he commanded, his voice rough with desire as his calloused hands slipped under your tank top, squeezing your breasts harshly.

"Wriothesley," you breathed, the sound of his name on your lips sending a thrill through you.

His hands moved lower, tugging at the hem of your top. 

You helped him remove it, the cool air of the training room a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your bodies. When his hands cupped your breasts again, his thumbs teasing your nipples, you arched into his touch, your moans growing louder.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone. "So strong, so fierce."

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone respond as his mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. 

When the Duke reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, his eyes meeting yours in a silent question.

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with pure need.

With a smirk, he obliged, removing your shorts and panties in one swift motion. The cool air against your heated skin made you shiver, but the sight of Wriothesley between your legs quickly erased any discomfort. 

His lips and tongue explored your stomach, gliding over the taut muscles and down to your mound. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered his mouth to your pretty pussy.

The first touch of his tongue was electric, a jolt of pleasure that had you crying out his name. 

He was relentless, his mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive you wild. 

He traced his tongue into you, flicking along your needy clit, sending waves of pleasure through your tensed body. 

You moaned, trying to wiggle closer to get his tongue pressed harder against your moist folds. 

Slowly, he licked you, watching you writhe and moan in pleasure, taking satisfaction in the effect he had on your body. Soon, Wriothesley began to lick faster, working you into a frenzy. Just as you teetered on the edge of orgasm, he plunged two fingers deep inside you, thrusting them hard as he suckled your bud. 

Your hands clutched at the edges of the cot, your body writhing under his touch. "Wriothesley," you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure built within you. "I can't… I'm going to —"

He didn't let up, his eyes locking onto yours as he pushed you over the edge. 

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the force of it. Your release came swiftly, your juices spilling onto his tongue and chin. 

He eagerly lapped at you, savoring the sweet taste as you climaxed. “That’s my girl.” He held you through it, his hands soothing and grounding as you slowly came back to yourself. Before you could fully recover, he was on you again, his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss. 

You could taste your juices on his lips. "Wrio," you panted, your hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants. "I need you. Now."

He groaned, the sound vibrating through you as he quickly discarded his remaining clothes. When he finally pressed against you, the feel of his hard length against your slick folds had you moaning in anticipation.

But you decided you wouldn't let him reclaim his dominance this time, as he had so many times before, whether at work, during training, or anywhere else. Wrapping your legs tightly around his hips and your arms around his neck, you summoned all your strength and rolled with him, pinning him to the mattress. You mounted him like he was a stallion, determined to take control.

Wriothesley's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he seemed taken aback, not used to having his control usurped so suddenly. But before he could protest, you silenced him with a passionate kiss, your lips melding with his in a fierce dance of desire.

You could feel his initial surprise melting away, replaced by a burning need. As you kissed him deeply, you ground your slick pussy gently against his erect member, the friction sending electric jolts of pleasure through both of you. 

His calloused hands found their way to your hips, gripping them with a mix of desperation and delight as he surrendered to the sensation.

The feel of him, hard and ready against your pussy, made you moan softly.

You lifted one leg, positioning yourself over him, and grabbed his thick cock to guide it into your needy hole. Slowly, you worked your way down, inch by inch, until your pussy lips reached the base of his cock. The sensation of Wriothesley filling you, stretching you, was overwhelming. You paused, savoring the feeling, before beginning to move. Leaning forward, you placed your hands on either side of his muscular shoulders for support. Your breasts hung down over him, and his hands found them like magnets, kneading the flesh gently.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, babe,” Wriothesley murmured before lifting his head slightly to wrap his lips around one of your nipples.

You started to move your pelvis up and down, gasping. “Yes, yes, yes, oh dear Archon!”

Wriothesley began to lift his pelvis in sync with yours, hitting all of the sweet, spongy spots deep within your drenched pussy.

You raised your hips together, his massive cock deep inside you, then he lowered his hips, pulling part way out of your cunny. You then lowered yourself back onto him, pushing him back in your tight hole. “Just like that, Wrio!”

He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust up to meet you. "You're incredible," he growled, his eyes locked onto yours. 

The sound of your breathless moans, and the slap of skin against skin filled the room, echoing off the stone walls. There was just you and him, and no one else existed.

As his movements grew more urgent, you sensed from the way his hands tightened on your breast and hip, and from the rhythm of his thrusts that he was close to cuming. You sped up your movements, riding him harder until he gasped and stilled beneath you. You lowered your pelvis onto him, taking him as deep as you could, and watched as he surrendered to his release.

Your body trembled, your nails digging into his chest as you rode out your own waves of pleasure. 

"Fuck!" Wriothesley cursed as he spilled his seed deep within you. He could feel your velvety walls spasming around his throbbing length as if trying to milk every drop of his cum.

For a long moment, you stayed there, entwined, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of your passion. 

Wriothesley pulled you down into his arms, his grip firm and reassuring as you nestled against his chest, his cock still buried deep within you. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"More than okay," you replied, a satisfied smile spreading across your face as you pecked his cheek.

"Good," he said, his hands caressing your back, and moving down to playfully squeeze the meat of your ass. "Because I want to do this again. And again."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

[sashiavi]

question of the day: which men would spell their name with their tongue while eating some pussy?

I'll start: CHILDE.

(mwah love u)

WRIOTHESLEY ❗️❗️

That man will dive into your pussy sloppy style. Hot, wet and messy- greedy suckles and rough laps of his flat tongue. That man makes sure you feel the bumps of his tastebuds on your clit.

He is a fiend. Big palms all warm on your skin while they wrap around your thighs to pull you in. Lips pursed and smushed, scratchy stubble leaving a sweet sting, sharp eyes looking up at you all while his tongue writes out his long ass name.

Huffy moans, all muffled in your folds, constantly trying to catch his breath because he can't stop loving on you.

Ughnnn.. Wriooooo <//3