#wrio fluff

[scaraobsession]

Worst Excuse Ever!

Albedo, Layla, Wanderer, Cyno, Wriothesley x Reader

in which they come up with an excuse to spend time with you

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[saetoru]

underground fighter wriothesley who absolutely melts whenever you patch him up n place the softest kisses over his bruises n stuff :((

- 🦋 anon

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ WE, NOT I — WRIOTHESLEY.

contents. underground fighter! wriothesley, gn! reader (he gifts you flowers, perfume and a necklace though, so if that is fem! coded to you, there’s your warning), mentions of foster care and being orphaned (wriothesley), mentions of blood, bruises, and injuries (wriothesley), slight angst but overall fluff ending

money’s tight—has been for a while, actually. wriothesley doesn’t like to talk about it, doesn’t like to open up even though he knows you won’t think any less of him. but you notice the small things, always do.

it’s the way you buy groceries for two, the way he’s always over for dinner one way or another, the way he seems to spend more and more time at your place than his. money’s tight, even if he doesn’t like to admit it—and you could never force it out of him, but you think letting him stay with you while he can could help ease the burden of living even if a little.

he’s grateful—a little roundabout in the ways he shows it, but grateful all the same.

and then the presents start to come.

it’s small at first: those expensive macarons you like from that bakery, the bouquet of roses that couldn’t be cheap, a nice dinner he insists he can pay for every once in a while. and then it starts to get bigger: fancy tea from the side of town neither of you even think about shopping at, perfume from a brand you can’t even pronounce, a necklace that’s more than what you can afford yourself.

it starts out slow, and then all at once, wriothesley has what you imagine to be more money than he knows what to do with. because why else spoil you like this? why else blow money on things for you when he could be putting it towards himself?

not everyone gets to have a head start at life—wriothesley is proof of that. it’s hard, more than most people realize, to be orphaned so young and move through foster home after foster home. he’d gone to jail once too—he doesn’t talk about that either, and you never ask. it’s hard, more than anyone gives him credit for, to be knocked down by life so many times and make a living for yourself.

you can’t understand where the sudden change comes from, can’t pinpoint where along the line he started getting so comfortable. it’s not unwelcome, you would never want to watch him just barely scrap by, but it concerns you how he seems to have so much all at once.

and then you get your answer.

“what—what happened to you?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing the blood caked by his nose and around his knuckles. that’s the best of it, unfortunately—the gashes on his chest and the bruises somehow look even worse.

you’d consider him lucky that his ribs don’t seem cracked.

“just a fight,” he shrugs, not meeting your eyes. wriothesley is a lot of things: resourceful, conniving at times, and braver than most. good at lying is not one of them, however—at least not with you. “just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“where were you, then?” you challenge, staring at him hard enough that he doesn’t have to meet your eyes to shuffle uncomfortably in his spot. he doesn’t answer. you’re almost fed up. “wriothesley,” you say in a warning tone.

there’s a sense of finality he doesn’t like.

“what happened to wrio, sweetheart? you’re killin’ me here, i come home to you all bruised up and you’re here beating me down harder—”

“wriothesley, i’m worried about you,” you whisper tiredly. it’s defeated—it’s almost helpless. he frowns, finally looking up at you from his place between your legs as you sit on the bathroom counter.

“you don’t have to be,” he mumbles, “i can take care on my own. i always have.”

“there’s no being on your own when we’re together,” you shake your head. your hands fall to either side of your body, shoulders slumping in exhaustion. “don’t you understand? neither of us is supposed to be on our own anymore—not when the other is here.”

“yeah,” he crosses his arms—you try to ignore the wince he lets out as he moves, “and now you’re not handling things on your own anymore. i’m carrying my weight. just need to fight a guy or two.”

“you’re carrying your weight by fighting?” you blink at the realization. he doesn’t look you in your eyes, keeping them trained on the floor again. “oh my god—is that what these are from? because….because you’re fighting some punks in the middle of the night? that’s illegal—and you could get in trouble again—”

he doesn’t seem to like being reminded of his past. that’s clear when he clicks his teeth and glares at you. “and what am i supposed to do, stay cooped up in your place and eat your food?” he asks bitterly, making your brows furrow.

“not necessarily, but you can—”

“what, so i just live paycheck to paycheck and shower at your place and sleep in your bed so my water and electricity bills aren’t too high for the month?”

“wrio—”

“i’m earning, aren’t i? what’s the big deal?”

“the big deal is this,” you wave your hand exasperatedly, tears welling up by the lash line of your eyes as you stare at his bruises with trembling lips, “look at you. it’s not worth it if you come back to me like this.”

“but i come back,” he mumbles, taking your hand—he kisses the knuckles, rubs a rough thumb over the smooth skin before laying your palm against his cheek and sighing. “i always come back.”

you love wriothesley—have since the day you met him, you think. he’s easy to fall for like that, to feel your stomach go in twists and knots every time he makes a sarcastic joke and throws you a charming smile. life has been tough on the man you love, unfairly so. it’s hit him harder and harder and pushed him back to his knees before he ever got a chance to fully stand up.

he’s hitting back, now. maybe in a more literal sense than you’d hoped, but….but maybe you can help him if you can’t change him. maybe you can keep the pieces together until the plaster holds and they’re not so fragile anymore.

“i don’t like seeing you hurt,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss the broken skin on his cheekbone, “you don’t have to do all this. we were doing okay before that.”

we. he shudders at that. it’s always we and never i—even when you did all the heavy lifting. even when he was barely getting by and you were giving more than you should’ve had to, more than he should’ve needed. it’s always we. never i.

you and him.

“i know,” he melts, humming as your fingers thread into his tousled hair, scratching his scalp as he buries his face into your neck, “just let me save a bit more. and then i’ll do something real with myself. i promise.”

you pull away after a bit, taking in every bruise and every cut, every dry patch of blood and swollen patch of skin. it’s shaky at first, your voice when you finally speak.

“‘s all bruised,” you say quietly, running a finger over the marks littering his chest. he’s painfully still—doesn’t move a muscle as you lean in slowly and press a kiss to the purplish stain on his skin, gently trailing them to the next one, and the next one, and the next one. “you don’t deserve all this.”

“yeah?” he chuckles—its breathy, a little strained. your arms loop around his waist and bring him closer, “what a sweet thing,” he coos, “nobody ever treats me so gentle.”

you frown at that. the world is not gentle with wriothesley—you’ll have to be extra gentle to make up for it.

“you’ll be safe? you’ll pull out when it’s too much, right? and you’ll come back? without being too hurt, right? wrio, you can’t—”

“yeah, yeah, i got it,” he huffs, pressing his forehead to yours, letting your hands cup his cheeks. he leans closer to your touch, shudders as you slowly trace his cheek with your thumb, “just wait at home all pretty for me, yeah? i’ll bring you back something nice.”

“bring me back yourself in once piece,” you huff.

“done,” he smiles, “i’m strong, if you haven’t noticed.”

“yeah? explain this,” you challenge, pressing down on a bruise and making him wince.

“you should see the other guy,” he whines, burying his face back into your neck. you roll your eyes, there’s a scoff in your throat but a smile on your lips.

wriothesley is safe—for now, that’s all you can ask for.

“i love you,” you mumble, “so much. no matter what, okay?”

“no need to get so emotional on me, baby,” he chuckles—and then there’s a tightening of strong arms around your body, a kiss pressed delicately to your neck before a soft, “but i love you too” is murmured into your skin.

“i hope you’re ready to clean those cuts. they’ll sting for sure,” you grumble as you pull away. he grins—handsome, charming, yours.

“will you kiss them better?” he bats his lashes, making you snort.

“no.”

i might make this a reoccurring drabble series too idk yet. anyway you know what else he can beat up ?? this pussy ;)

[moraxsthrone]

everyone talking about going hard with wrio - tying him up, him tying you up, punishing him, him punishing you, feral!wrio, etc. etc. and while that’s all well and good (i love that shit PLEASE) why aren’t we also talking about soft!wrio???

what about when you come to see him at work and he’s been having a bad day?

you arrive to find him sitting with his elbows on his desk, massaging his temples and he tells the guard that escorted you in not to let anyone in for the next hour. even the guards snicker outside his door, assuming the two of you are getting down to sexy business. to be fair, they're not wrong.

you’ve led wrio to the sofa before pouring him some freshly brewed tea.

“i’ll be fine, love. just need some time to clear my head,” he says, leaning back with his eyes closed.

“let me help, baby,” you say, giving him a soft, loving kiss on his cheek before sliding down onto your knees between his thick, muscular legs.

you massage his thighs, kneading some of the tension away as you work your way up. you look up at Wrio when a quiet groan forms in his throat to find him with his head laid back and forearm draped over his (probably) closed eyes and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. one of your hands ventures underneath his vested shirt to feel the heat of his hard abs and the coarseness of his thick, black happy trail. before long, his shape is apparent through his pants, semi already straining against the gray fabric. he looks down at you with those pretty blue eyes, so soft for you. watching as you unbuckle his belt and free his half-hard cock.

“damn, babe…this isn’t what i had in mind, but i’m not complaining…”

you smile up at him with a brief, cheeky laugh. “let me take care of you, wriothesley. just relax…”

and relax he does as you suck the stress right out of him. slow, long pulls on his engorged cock that’s almost too big to fit more than the tip in your mouth. your hand makes up the difference around his shaft, however, and it’s not long before he’s panting your name.

“fuck, babe…that’s it,” he whispers, his un-gloved fingers carding through your hair, gently petting you, admiring you as you take your time with him.

there’s still the occasional gag and near-constant wet sucking sounds but they’re unhurried, deliberate until his hips start to buck and his cock twitches in your mouth. wrio’s fingers tighten just a little in your hair as he spills himself inside your mouth, biting the back of his fist to keep from moaning too loudly.

once you’ve properly cleaned him up with your tongue, he tucks himself away and pulls you up into his strong arms. you straddle him and just…hug him.

“thank you, love,” he whispers next to your ear before pulling you down with him on the couch to join him for a nap.

or what about when he comes upstairs late at night to find you already asleep in bed?

wrio undresses himself before sliding in behind you, a gentle arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you closer to him. you stir and he quietly apologizes for waking you up and urges you to go back to sleep, but you need him.

gods, you need him.

so you roll over and kiss him deeply, bidding him welcome as he rolls between your naked thighs. his thick cock reaches its full erection quickly with the way it glides over your slick folds. you remain locked in a long, tender kiss with him, breathing each other's air, warm tongues swirling. your arms wrap around his neck as he cradles your back, a mess of languid hips and quivering thighs when he enters you. you both moan in unison at the pressure, the stretch, the feeling of finally, finally being as close as you can possibly be at the end of a long day apart.

wrio stroking his thumb over your cheek, light as a feather, as you stare into those baby blues, so full of love and adoration for you, only you. your bodies moving together, slow and strong, as you profess your endless love for one another between quiet gasps and clipped moans. cupping wriothesley’s cheeks when he dips his forehead to your collarbone, his pace picking up slightly, but still fucking you with long, deep thrusts. his hot breath against your moist skin when you tell him to cum inside you, when you tell him you need him. moments later, his hips jerk erratically before stilling completely and you feel him throb against your walls, spending his thick, warm cum inside you. 

what about when he wakes up in the morning with you?

…holding you fast to him when you try to get up. and when you giggle and make a feeble attempt to struggle - “but wriothesley, i have to get ready for work~” - he holds you there, tighter, right where you belong, safe and warm with your head tucked perfectly against his chest. a small, mischievous smile plays at the corners of his lips but his eyes remain closed. “just a little while longer, love…” he slurs, his voice still heavy with sleep, “let me keep you all to myself just a little while longer…”

[ccalxx]

Dating Wriothesley Headcanons

What is it like dating the duke of the Meropide Fortress?

Wriothesley is very sharp and observant, even the faintest difference in your actions, he will know if something is wrong. He may be busy but he won't waste any time in asking you what's wrong or he would be comforting you if you need comfort.

Given that he is the Duke of the Meropide Fortress, a similar title to the Iudex of the Court of Fontaine, do expect that he'd really be busy. But not busy enough to prevent him from visiting or contacting you.

If you're the type of person that would make him cute bento boxes hoping to embarrass him (prank), well think again, because he actually doesn't care! He might chuckle a second or so, but he really thinks that your bento boxes are cute and something (despite being consumable) to cherish. He appreciates the thought and designs you put into.

He likes eating meat because of protein, just how he likes eating yo-, so you mostly make meat dishes in your bento. Tonkatsu that looks like a shark? Cute! Teriyaki chicken that resembles a wolf? Looks good! Pasta with shark shaped sausages? Thats nice!

On the outward appearance, you'd think he's scary or someone who has anger issues but he's not. He's really soft, caring, and cheeky too!

Do expect that he'd melt into your touch once he gets home from work. He may also fall asleep on times you didn't expect him to.

"[Nameeeeee] I'm home!" Wrio said as he wrapped his hands behind you and kisses your cheeks. You both went and sat on the couch, Wrio still clinging to you, as you ask him about his day, you noticed he isn't responding. He fell asleep while clinging to you, looks like you're not gonna feel your arm later.

He may have prevented you in going to Fortress of Meropide many times.

"Y/N, No. You might be in danger." "But Wrioooo" "No.".

But that didn't stop you from going and having lunch/snacks/dinner (he sometimes stay in the office even at night to finish paperworks). Instead he taught you some self defense moves in case you needed. "Okay Y/N if someone grabs your arm what should you do?" "Break their neck?" "Ye- what no!"

He likes tea, but you know what he likes more? You brewing him tea. You somehow learned different brew mixes just for him and he appreciates, no, he loves it so much! Because he doesn't really have the time to mix tea with lemon or whatever, because he's busy.

He isn't really a fan of PDA since he respects your personal space but in certain occasions he will assert that he's your man.

For example, someone in the overworld was harassing with you while you were selecting meat for his next meal. "*Whistles* Looking good pretty/handsome, just like that piece of meat you're holding" You were contemplating to slap the slab of meat on his face but you suddenly felt familiar hands around your waist. "My, my, that's not how to talk to a lady/gentleman is it not? It looks like you need to learn some manners, don't you think so Madamoiselle/Monseiur?" He looks at you with a warm smile and he looks straight up to the eyes of the guy. "Scram if you don't want me to report you to Monseiur Neuvillette for harassment". "Why are you here sweetie?" "Please don't tease me but... I kind of missed you... So I was looking for you at home but you weren't there..." "Aw, Wrio!" He looks around then he buries his head on the crook of your neck.

When there are times that you needed comfort, he will try his best to be there (ex. documents finished early) . If not, as a promise or a substitute he will leave his fur coat draped on you. He'll make up to you by bringing you food though (or flowers/things if you don't like food as much).

If you feel sick, he'd take a leave to work, he'd care for you until you are healthy.

Wriothesley is really sweet and caring, despite of how sharp or scary he looks. He'd do everything to make you happy and comfortable, and it's not an exaggeration that he'd risk himself for you. He loves so much and he never felt so drunk in love before, but now he's drunk in love with you.

[anananass]

Wriothesley reacting to you telling him you’re pregnant

warning: a little suggestive but otherwise extremely sweet because he is a silly man with a big heart in my eyes

note: I will keep this one part with him only but AHHH I’m planning on doing some of the other boys in the near future because hughshhsh

Wriothesley

You decide to bring the fortunate news at the most random moment ever.

There you are, enjoying some tea in silence during his afternoon break whilst both your favorite artist plays in the background making the best atmosphere for a regular afternoon.

Truthfully, you figured the news not too long ago but right when you found out, you thought of how you should inform him. Wrio loves children from the bottom of his heart and does anything in his power to assure their safety and well being and that alone causes you to melt at the simplest thought of telling him that he himself is going to be a father. But how should you tell him???

He deserves to fibf out in a big way but at the same time, can you really resist keeping your lips shut???

To sum up, you can’t, not with the tensed look he is flashing you. Is he able to read the air and notice you are pondering really hard?

“Something on your mind, darling?” He asks, genuinely curious, but when you take longer than usual to respond his expression turns into one of worry. Still, he is so sweet and just assumes you might have a little difficulty with telling him what’s bothering you so he gives you the time.

But his icy eyes and the awkward silence consume you so much that you sigh and just stare at him for a little longer. You need to figure how you’re gonna word all that and it’s okay, he doesn’t mind it although it’s eating at him.

“There is something I should tell you.” You finally utter whilst holding back your breath for the big announcement you’re about to make. However, he mistakes your enthusiasm and excitement for worry and anxiety.

“Come on, tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it. Anything it is, just say it and it’s done. ” He insists and lifts himself from the chair just to cut the corner of the desk so he can kneel before you to bring a sense of comfort within you. He even holds your hand and stares deeply into your eyes and dear god, the tint of wonder mixed with concern in his eyes is killing you.

You gulp and take a big breath before unleashing the news. “You know… remember when I told you back then that you’d make a great father? When you took care of that lost child?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He doesn’t catch the hint but only because his priority is your current mental wellbeing that he has to ensure is fine.

“What if I told you that you WILL be a great father?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you give him the brightest, the most radiant smile that he has ever laid his eyes on, and even with that he can’t figure what you’re referencing.

He remains unresponsive for a second and soon enough, the digits begin to add up. He is going to be… a father?? Is that what you meant??? He has to make sure he’s not getting the wrong idea.

“y/n.” He murmurs, sounding all soft and quiet while his eyebrows raise. His eyes begin traversing your whole face and it’s looking a bit more intense than he probably intended.

“Wrio.” You repeat after him, just waiting for him to say it himself.

“Am I going to be one?” Those words barely slip his throat, they sound almost stuttered, as if he was holding back tears perhaps? His heart races the more he processes this possible information.

you don’t give him a straight answer but lower your head to your belly and place gentle rubs against the lower of your stomach, occasionally flashing him glimpses of your eyes.

His eyes follow your motions and he is utterly unable to take his eyes off you. He allows for the silence to settle once more and instead firmly places his wide hand against yours so he could feel your touch, and where the baby will be. You notice a gentle smile paint his face, and with each second it seems to be widening more and more.

That’s your favorite side of him to see and it’s fine, he doesn’t need to say anything more, his gesture is just enough to show you how content he is right now.

However, as soon as both your eyes lock back onto each other, he leans in to melt a kiss against your partly open lips. Now that he’s much closer, you can hear his heavy breathing growing steadied. Then, you feel his hand slowly creep closer to your lower back and within a few seconds, he begins pushing you closer toward him. His other hand finds your thighs as a resting spot. His fingers tug at your skin but different than usual, it’s rather a gentle grip that still pushes you to make some noises that are music to his ears.

Shortly after, he parts away from you. “God, the way you’ll look so stunning.” He mouths softly and immediately eyes your belly again.

He can’t lie to himself but feel a little worried about how he’ll handle a child. Not that it’ll be a hard thing to do, but… will he be a good one? Will he be up to his own standards and be the father he never had but yearned so deeply for? Will he take good care of you? Is he worthy of such a blessing in his life? And most importantly, will you still consider him worthy of being a father afterwards? You know, definitely not because he wants more than one child.

[luminique]

Marks from the past

☆ wriothesley x gn!reader

☆ soft, fluff, mentions of him having scars (mainly had the one of his neck in mind) wc: 382, not proofread !

☆ wanted to write something more casual because i am sick for wriothesley. i think about kissing his scars so much. everyday, i wake up and do not see him in bed with me and i cry ╯︿╰ here is the long awaited fluff hehe (^人^)

Wriothesley and his scars that he would adamantly refuse to tell you about. Even if you persistently asked him about it, after months of being together, he wouldn’t tell you more than a silly story like he always does. Not wanting you to be worried, why should you be worried over memories that happened years ago that seemed to never fade?

“My love, you know the cause for this scar. I told you already.” He’d tell you as you both lay in bed together. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, as your finger traced down the scar.

“Mmh… perhaps a reminder is much needed.” Hearing your quiet response, he immediately let out a soft sigh. A gentle smile on his lips as he looks at you, so persistent in wanting to know.

A lightbulb clicked in his head. A tilt of your head upwards with his fingers on your chin and that handsome smirk of his. “A kiss for it. Sounds like a fair trade, don’t you think?”

It was so easy for him to exploit your love for him. Who could blame him? He’s just as in love with you as you were for him. As it goes below, so should it above. A payment for information, albeit a childish and silly one.

A sweet kiss on his lips then on his scar and he instantly loosened up. How could he resist your sweet kisses?

“Alright alright. This one was from serving my time in the Fortress. It was just from a fight to protect my vision, y’know how people can be when they see one. Power hungry, wanting control, I had to fight ‘em.” He said in a quiet tone, almost as if he was embarrassed and regretted it. Or perhaps he was reminded of that difficult time in his life. Either way, he believed you deserved to hear the truth. You were his beloved after all.

A sympathetic smile paired with another kiss on the lips from you. He deserves love after all those years. Even if he doesn’t want to remember, his body does. But he knows you’ll love him even if he was covered in scars and bruises and he’ll love you for always caring for him, even if the scar was as small as a paper cut.

©luminique do not repost or copy ! thank you so much for reading <3

[anananass]

Wriothesley x Fem!Reader ~ Desk Job

warning: NSFW

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

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

wc: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[anananass]

Wriothesley x Fem! Reader ~ Weakness

warning: none, maybe a little suggestive at the end of it

Tags: Wrio being a mess, so much love, feelings of being undeserving, slightly angsty?? But just really affectionate, him being showered with love, seeing a different side of the Duke, weaknesses

note: i love how he is such a mess, a bold mess of a man (i kinda wanna write a spicy continuation, dear god) also this stayed in my drafts for far too long

wc: 2,2k

“You look tired. It’s getting late, maybe you should call it a night.” you pointed out in a soft whisper that seemed to snatch his attention almost immediately.

Wriothesley lifted his eyes from the stack of papers he had been buried in for the past few hours. Just how much did he stay like that? He swore his preparations began not too long ago, but given the circumstances of your interruption and the dripping saliva running down his jaw, things seemed far clearer.

Curious but unresponsive, he checked the time only to see that it had been 7 hours since he started working. 7 hours? World record, he told himself as heavy eyes followed each scattered page until finally deciding to lift back onto yours.

“Awh, fuck.” the scoff vibrated from within his throat, coming out sounding more guttural than anything else. You watched him lean back against his chair, and couldn't help but wonder how tense his muscles must feel after sitting in that position for so long.

Truth be told, he almost fell asleep on the desk right before you came. If it weren’t for you, god knows how much time he would have wasted dozing off instead of finishing his tasks. But would he be able to finish everything without another sleep accident? For some reason, he felt more exhausted than usual, yet he couldn’t just leave everything piled up into a mess, although it wasn’t.

Despite all these cues, his train of thought persisted, as if he wasn’t allowing himself to catch a breath even for a second. That didn’t mean you had to follow in his steps. Your own need mattered more than his, thus he had to ensure you'd fulfill this necessity of getting rested.

Oh, how he wished to be able to stay by your side though. How much he wished to be able to embrace you from behind and feel your warmth surge through his nerves until his boiling blood would match yours. Nothing but a desire.

“If you need to go to bed, it’s fine. Go ahead.” Wrio replied with an equally soft voice to yours, but as soon as he finished, a wide grin rose on his face. Icy eyes watched you longingly. “Unless you can’t fall asleep without me by your side.” The yearning in his voice sent bits of shivers down your spine, but the whiff his words gave off was something different. You couldn't read his motions, but no matter what, you just wanted to push him to come with you even more.

His tentative comment amused you a little, he wasn’t wrong, but the exhaustion he held in his gaze only drove you to pursue him into resting. You approached him at a steady pace, sitting right beside him. Wriothesley eyed you intently, a little excited to see just what you were about to do but as soon as you placed your hand on his chin and held him tightly, his eyes weakened with pleasant surprise. He could barely process the emotions flowing down his throbbing heart. Just… Why does he feel this way?

“Maybe I do, but also maybe you’re in too deep and need a break.” your mouthed words seemed to have mesmerized him momentarily. Maybe it was also the fact that your loving embrace placed his heart in such a tough spot that at this point he couldn’t just say no. It was an odd feeling not even he could understand. “Do you really think you can finish this whole thing without a few hours of sleep?”

You were right, of course you were. If he were to push himself any further, he would only end up putting in more work later on, so maybe a little pause wouldn’t be that bad. But, things couldn't be left like that. He had to carry his job just for a little longer.

In response to you, you had to watch his grace slowly reach for your hand to hold it firmly. Heavy eyes looked up at you, weighing a mass of desire to give up and just follow your lead. Wriothesley slowly narrowed the distancing gap between his partly open lips and your hand. Yet, as soon as there was nothing to divide them, you felt his lips run down against your skin, dragging soft kisses behind each touch. This action made you wonder just how much his heart fluttered, but it was so obvious with the way he just wouldn't stop.

What a romantic he is, nothing but a sweet man who enjoys the sensation of being loved and cared for. One so desperate for something but the only obstacle in front of him is he himself.

“Whatever shall I do with you, Y/N?” the Duke spoke at last, sounding like he was dying to just give up on it and come follow your sweet scent. You saw his eyes thin in discontent and his throat shake upon letting out a displeased sigh, signaling that he wanted it so badly but just wouldn't crack. And you meant to say something more, to convince him, but he seemingly continued his idea. “I feel like it’d be better to finish these now, I don’t know. But I promise I’ll come lay next to you as soon as possible.”

What could you possibly do to break his composure? You still held an ace under your sleeve but… no, it was the case for it.

You allowed him to watch you let out a muffled hum, after which you spared no time to lean down and kiss him on his lips. You made sure to apply enough pressure to get out a hoarse gasp outta that pretty mouth of his, and as soon as you deemed your action to suffice, you parted away and gazed deeply into his cold eyes.

“Why can’t you just be a good boy and listen? It’ll do you and your work so much good, I promise.” your voice slipped barely above a whisper, filling the air with an odd fragrance that drew him in closer.

You… what did you just do? The question repeated over and over again inside his head.

Why did those two words, that pair of words, make his heart skip a beat? Why does he feel his chest tightening the more he thinks about the way you pronounced them? And more importantly, why is there a glimmer in his eyes?

Why does he feel this way, like his blood is boiling and his chest could be exploding at any time? The complexity of figuring out this behavior you brought up was too much to withstand for him. So much so that he just kept silent for a little while, doing nothing but watching that gentle smile of yours appear to grow larger.

‘Good boy’ he repeated it again… and again… until he felt nothing but a need for submission. His body melted against the rigid chair that once served to bring him even more discomfort, but at this point, he just didn't feel a thing, not an ounce of physical pain.

He couldn’t allow himself to keep you in the shadows for any longer. As such, in an attempt to collect all his shattered pieces, he frowned and smiled at you. You even heard him chuckle faintly, which he often did when you hit a weak spot of his.

“Alright, but I’ll have to tend to it in the morning.” He finally agreed and, with a nod, lifted his rigid body, which felt far heavier than usual. It felt terrible, far worse than he imagined, but he chose to ignore it and instead found comfort in kissing you once more, not that you made him long for more.

“No worries, I’ll make sure you wake up.” in some way, your reassurance melted his icy heart.

What did he even do to deserve someone so caring for his needs? He wasn’t special in any way, and his duties didn’t make him as incredible as everyone considered him to be. Nonetheless, he simply couldn’t grasp why he was given so much credit for fulfilling his job. He was nothing but a man who lived every day like it would be the last, yet with you… he felt like he gained so much more meaning than that. It was inexplicable. But now was not the time to surrender himself to his own battles, not when you were there by his side.

You took his hand into yours and patiently led him to his dorm, and the moment you both made your way, you took off your jacket fast enough to tend to him. Wriothesley on the other hand, took off his boots, followed by bits of his clothes after which you came along to help him. It took him off guard just how fast you reached and he meant to assure you that he got it, but the tentative smile you held on your face persuaded him to let you spoil him a little longer.

He didn’t feel deserving of something so little, but if you wanted to help him prepare himself for a comforting night, he had no chance of making you change your mind. Instead, it filled him with a feeling of odd security, something he hardly ever felt before. It was infatuating.

Feeling your hands wrap around his frame with a swift touch, one that hardly pressed against his sensitive bundles of nerves, caused him to flinch. It felt lightweight really, but in some way, the heaviness of your means caused your embrace to inflict a sense of deeper love within his walls and the more you ran your hands down his sides, the more these feelings intensified to the point where he froze in place.

Of course, you were quick to take notice of how much such a miniature gesture caused such a big fuss for him, but instead of considering dropping it down, you just felt even more courageous to do it.

Yet when you finally unbuttoned his vest, took it off, and got to his shirt, you felt the sensation of his eyes following every single motion you exerted. Instead of being overwhelmed by it, it enforced your desire to pamper him, so you nonchalantly began taking off the textile bound around his toned muscles.

Each inch of exposed skin made you wonder how much effort he put in all his life to get this chiseled, but now was not the time to froth after how good-looking he was. He did observe your vast interest in his body though, and chuckled mischievously. It was adorable to see you squirm so cutely at the sight of his beefy build, so much that it distracted him momentarily from all the tension you put into him.

“You really like what you’re seeing, ehh?” The duke chuckled in amusement mixed with slight confidence. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You got me all for you, don’t worry. Take your time.” You could feel the boldness in his boisterous words, and had to get back at him.

“Funny how moments ago you were but a puddle of weakness.” You responded equally, if not more amused, so much that he stared at you for a few seconds to take in what you just said. To make things worse, you lifted your eyes to look intently into his as smugness slowly grew all over your face.

“Of course I was.” Wriothesley paused for a second just to come closer to you. His towering figure accompanied by the enlargement of his curling lips had you feeling a little on the edge. It made you feel as if you wanted to jump on him. “You always make me weak, it’s a common thing at this point.” Upon finishing, he leaned lower to press a kiss against your forehead, to which you replied with a surprised gasp.

The Duke chuckled once more and allowed you to finish your business, holding an innocent smile to show off. He sure was feeling almighty after everything you did to him.

In the meantime, you quickly finished taking off his shirt so all that was left for him was to take off his garments. You on the other hand? You just needed to put on your nightgown, something that’d be done in a matter of seconds. But honestly, you kind of just wanted to finish getting prepared so you could keep watching him finish.

After a little more time, you were finally able to direct your attention his way once more, but when you peeked at him… you were greeted by the view of him unbuttoning his trousers. His digits were so delicate and paid so much focus to taking the texture off, was he doing this intentionally, or was he so exhausted that his motions got slower? You couldn't figure it out, but it was enjoyable.

Upon seeing him be finished, his grace flashed you a gentle glimpse and reached for your hand. He stood behind, waiting for you to lead him toward the bed frame so you two could rest together.

His eyes frayed a tint of intrigue mixed with suggestions. Regardless, you brushed it off since you didn't want him to remain awake any longer, although this temptation surging down your spine kind of made you feel some way for sure. It frustrated you a little, but his health was more of a priority than anything else.