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suguru-getos · 6 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 25﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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wriothesley x f!reader -> degradation

a/n: kekeke this is the first time ive written wrio 🙇🏻‍♀️ his grace sama, i had fun playing around this and i promise this is the last prompt for the day :3 it’s just not everytime i get the time & the writing juice 🧃 yanno?? to finish works left n’ right!! i also don’t wanna queue them bc they were supposed to be finished w kinktober but i picked up the future prompts bc inspo. ❤️‍🔥🥹💋 wrio fuckers get ya mans

warnings: cockwarmie, degradation!!ofc ofc, wrio is a meanie but we’ve begged him for it ‼️👀

“please, your grace.” you squealed out when wriothesley spanked your needy clit for clenching around him too tight. sipping at his tea languidly and humming in ignorance. “can’t do anything but act like the little slut you are, huh? can’t live without cock?”

it hurts your heart but spasms your cunt when wrio uses words like these, uses you— for his own pleasure. like right now, using you as his personal little cock warmer. “my pathetic little cocksleeve.” he chants and hums, reading through entrance papers of the new criminals who are to be admitted in fortress of meropide. you know you wanted this in the first place, you’ve practically begged for wriothesley to treat you with the stature of ‘his grace’ and not your boyfriend. and here you are, now slumping against his desk, defeated.

wrio loves how you’re being put in your place right now, it’s adorable really. you’re nothing but his little princess after all. someone who gets away with everything she wants, someone who always gets what she wants. the whole fortress of meropide is at your service including wriothesley. you’re the definition of ‘spoiled’. maybe this is why, he’s ecstatic at your request and wants to show you just how much power he holds on you. how much control he can have on you and the most carnal need of your body, your pleasure.

his hands languidly reached your clit, finally letting your ignored bundle of nerves get some pleasure. rubbing circles on it and smirking when you squealed. “aw? go on, squeal like an animal. maybe i should put the announcement mic up your face so the whole fortress knows how much of a slut their grace’s little girl is.” with the way wriothesley said something so sinful, you whimpered at the sentence alone. the dirty talk shooting right at your core almost painfully turning you on.

“no, your grace. just want you to hear them.” you smirked and answered back, making wriothesley feel special in your own kind of way. “oh, we’re being too good are we? why? scared you’re gonna be punished?” wrio’s hands wrapped around a fistful of your hair, tugging them and making your back arched as he started railing you. cock pistoning against your nastily wet cunt, squelching noises filling up the room which were like music to his ears.

“just- wan- oh god.” you squeaked like a stuffed toy being used and abused oh so right. you waited to feel him moving, you’ve been so good for him. now that he’s rewarding you it’s so hard to keep a check on your aggressively building orgasm. “sir, please- gonna cum so bad.” you cry out, sniffling & sobbing at just how intense it felt. no you weren’t hurt, no you weren’t in pain or feeling bad. it was just the way wriothesley shoved you into feeling small, feeling like your purpose was to be his & only his, that the grateful tears of pleasing your dom & earning a reward erupted from your half-lidded eyes.

“don’t cry,” wriothesley softened a tenfold, hey— you are someone wrio’s whole world revolves around after all. his thrusts continued as he leaned in, rewarding you with your first gentle kiss, shoving his tongue in softly and humming as he ate away at your moans.

oh you’re definitely gonna want this so many times more. and you’ll definitely have to ask him to go a little further ;)

“feels- so good.” you hummed, humping back against his thick cock, pushing both you & your lover off the peak of the orgasm, shattering down below him & convulsing around his girth with a low scream. “that’s it, take it all in, my breedable little bitch in heat.” wriothesley commented, though with the way he rubbed your back and kissed your nape throughout the whole sentence makes you think otherwise. <3

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sashiavi · 4 months

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Modern! Wriothesley with his large hand around your throat, teasing a soft squeeze. He'll raise his brow, pulling a long drag out of his cigarette, collecting the spicy smoke in his lungs before shotgunning you. He breathes into your lips dragging you into a sloppy, tongue and teeth filled kiss.

Modern! Wriothesley fingering you so, so sweetly. He's in awe at your pretty slick pooling around the rings on his fingers. He's rough and fast until he's pulling away, slapping your clit meanly, bringing his sticky digits to your lips.

"Clean em' up, Sweetheart.."

You wrap your lips around his fingers, licking up your own creamy mess, tasting the tangy metallic brine around his expensive rings. Your teeth clip into the curved metal, tongue lapping and sliding between the webs of his fingers.

Modern! Wriothesley post sex. Loose sweatpants barely clinging to his hips, the man leaning his forearm over the balcony railing of his expensive apartment. He flicks the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, watching the dusted red flecks fall, head lulled on his shoulder. His bare back stings with scratches in the crisp night air, flaring red and striped for you to see from his plush, cushy bed.

#risa's rambles #thinking of all the modern wrio posibilities </3 #cigarettes are bad 😔 and so unsexy 😔#(im lying)#cant stop wont stop thinking about it #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley x reader smut #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #pulling this from my dms with mads cause we be delusional </3 #sashiavi drabbles #sashiavi thirsts #ʚ•*°SashiAvi Writes°*•ɞ

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zodiac-senpai · 8 months

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For God's cake, that's a glorious butt… Wriothesley? More like Wrio-ASS-ley ❄️🍑🥮

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hwaitham · 5 months

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i have a thought Coco i can’t get it out of my head >.< i hope it’s okay to share

and thats being set in a lap while having a dildo used on you by one of the daddies in Genshin, namely Alhaitham and Zhongli and maybe Wriothesley too! i keep thinking abt it and it’s making me jshdhdhd

the way they’re shushing your soft cries with their chin hooked over your shoulder, watching your body writhe and shake, teasing you with the tip of the toy before pushing in a little bit….kissing your wrist while you grasp at their shirt behind you :c AAAAAAAH 🩷

graygray . . (∩ˊ ᵔ ˋ∩ ྀི) u rllie sent dis 2 mi n' expected me to be OK ? ! omii i cn so imagine this for our genshin daddies :c

al haitham would use a dildo on you as a form of discipline for sure . . . punishment for teasing him under the table at lambad's earlier when you went out for dinner with kaveh . is especially teasing with his ministrations — fucking you fast n' hard , drawing hearts over your clit with his free hand until you're about to cum — only to pull the toy out of you and leave you feeling so empty . . he just won't let you cum until he's satisfied with your apology for earlier ! ! however , you may be able to tempt him if you pout at him with those wide, sweet, glazed eyes of yours n' tug on his sleeve n' whimper out the most woeful , broken little " d-daddyyy . . . " just as it is easy for you to test his patience , it is also easy for him to accept your apologies hehe

i think both zhongli n' wriwri though would do this to pacify you when they're occupied with something work-related — i just can't see them punishing you for any sort of reason , at least using a dildo :3 they'd have you straddling one of their thighs , fucking you softly with the dildo and bouncing their leg for you , sweetly shushing your tiny sobs with occasional kisses to your cheek as they read over their paperwork — " oh dear oh dear , i know sweetheart . . . just a little while longer , and then daddy's all yours , alright ? " they fuck you with the dildo only to keep you satisfied , they would never allow you to cum on it . after all , that's what their cocks are for , yes ? ♡

#graybwun u alwys kno how to make mi go (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ⌑ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝) w ur thirsts . . omgieeeee ><#haitham ❤︎#< zhongli 3 #wrio ૮ ⸝⸝≖⃙⃚᷅ ≖⃙⃚᷄⸝⸝ ྀིྀིა #<- i need to change wriwri's tag . . he rllie isn't all dat stinky mm . . . . i suppose he's okai .

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garoujo · 6 months

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wrapped up in my blankets time to play genshin

#ʚ・◞📎 — em entry.#i bought so much stuff guys #i even got a jjk 0 key animation book #like so much clothes too but it’s just on my bed #i also have 2 lil thirsts u guys sent in i wanna write today there’s a gojo and a wrio one :3

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allxgene · 7 months

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Wondering why there is a sudden influx of...fanmail on his desk.

#ic ;;#//listen if people are writing about their thirst for neuvi #to send them to jail wrio got some thirst mail to

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maopll · 4 months

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Could I request Neuvillette, Kaeya, Al-Haitham and Wriothesley with an s/o who makes plushies of them to cuddle?

It's not You, but it's still You

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: mini them is gonna be so cute ! you guys are so creative with these asks like what

⌗:, pairings: otter, cryo abyss mage, smarty pants, & ex-convict w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, warning: I changed their names in pairings because why not. + a lil but suggestive in wrio's part cause I've been in the mood to write smth like that 😳

— ୨୧ NEUVILETTE

The hands of the clocks seemed to ceaselessly turn. Pages after pages and files after files were being checked and approved by the Iudex. As soon as the clock struck to 6pm, the papers got closed with a thud and he made a beeline towards the office door. Not forgetting to bid farewell to Sedene, he walks, practically hopping towards your shared abode. Ah, he can't wait! to feel your warmth as you throw yourself at him once he enters the house.

After a short walk since your house is located quite close to the Court of Fontaine, he calls you, "Mon amour, I'm home" but is met with silence. He's not worried, yet not being able to hear your voice makes him rather confused since the house is never this silent. Rather than being inside your bedroom, you were snuggled up in his office chair in his work room. His large jacket covered most of you and it seems that you were cuddling....a plushie him?

You were awaken by the rather abrupt yet ferocious rain against the window sill. "why is it raining so?..." Oh, there he was, your gloomy boyfriend who just stared at the plushie in your hand with eyes that were filled with envy. Unknowingly, he was pouting, with his cheeks all puffed up and creases near his eyebrows. You looked once and twice at Neuvillette and at the mini Neuvillette in your hand. You burst out laughing since you couldn't control the laughter "oh my archons neuvi! what am I going to do with you if you act *wheeze* like this—" "dearest I don't see the reason why you must hold that close to you when you've very much got yourself an even bigger and a better and far more warmer than the one that you have..."

"alright alright fine" you indicated with your open arms that he was much welcome between them since the...former intruder has now been removed from its position. He kneeled down to your chest height and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. He snuggled into your chest all while purring as you scratched the top of his head in just the right positions. With a pleased sigh he whispers, "I'd argue that this is much better"

— ୨୧ KAEYA

Between your arms, by your bedside table and sometimes even between you two while you sleep! What! how long do you plan to torment him, the Calvarly Captain that everyone oh so sought! this is utterly unfair! No, it's not that he hates the plushie that you have made but he believes that access to parts like between your arms and on your lap, should be reserved for him and only him.

"Love, why is that with you?" he stared at the mini kaeya plushie beside you across the tavern table, eyes clearly showing his distate for it being able to be so so close to you. "Gosh Kaeya, don't you think you're being a little hostile so something which is quite harmless? What's gotten into you?". Kaeya would like to refute whatever you said. That has been the very reason why he hasn't been able to smell the scent of you on his cloak since you are always busy holding and travelling with that around.

So be it, he's going to go for the 'tit-for-tat' kind of way! He will also see how much you crave for his love and attention after he momentarily stops giving them to you. And just like that many nights pass by yet your spirit is as undying as ever while Kaeya is now as dry as a twig which desperately thirsts for water, which in his case is love. He barges quite rudely into the courtyard where you busy watering your plants looking dishelved. He strides over to you, picks you up on his arms ignoring your protests, flops you on the bed and cages you between his arms. "W-what's up with this sudd—" "Just stay quiet for a moment...please" with that you zip your mouth shut. His request wasn't rude and it did seem like he had lost all of his energy. You heaved a sigh at his childish behaviour but brushed it off since he really looked as if he was on the verge of breaking. "Don't do things like these again alright? I'll do whatever you want just...don't get jealous over a plushie". "Mhm.." that was the only thing kaeya said before he drifted off to comfortable slumber as he laid in your chest.

— ୨୧ ALHAITHAM

The way he stared daggers through the object supported by the lamp was so intense that it reached you who was rummaging through the book shelves in his office. Never in your time of serving as Alhaitham's secretary did you get to see or feel the way he was so enraged with something or someone. Look, it was alright if he was irritated by someone, but its a different story if he is irritated by an inanimate object.

"...I can feel your eyes seething with rage from this distance albi...". "What is the reason for it being here with us?" Arms crossed and cold, as if he was talking to a colleague regarding a problem in the Akademiya that needed the utmost attention. Well, to him that plushie of 'himself' was also equivalent to those agonizing problems. "Oh come on! it's so cute look at his tiny hands...wait are you actually trying to tell me that's its ugly and doesn't look like you that's why you hate it?" Sure the buttons looked crooked and the hair not quite similar to what he has but in no situation would he undermine your works that you have poured your heart to. "No habibi that's not what I meant..." Bullseye. You hit him right in the spot. He can't really keep his composure when you are sad or gloomy.

"Fine I apologise. I don't hate what you made but...I just wanted to spend some time alone with you...and have your...attention to me" the last sentence was barely above a whisper but it seems that he forgot the face that both you and him were alone in this big space where even the smallest of whispers become the ice-breaking sounds. "Aww was my baby jealous? oh you big child". It's not often that he gets jealous but when he does he looks really adorable. You can't really keep your lips from smooching all over his face and ruffling his hair.

— ୨୧ WRIOTHESLEY

He loves tea. Thus he loves tea parties as well. Whenever he has tea with you he keeps a spare cup, for a very special guest. A mini him in the form of a plushie. He adore this craftwork of yours since you made it with love for him with him in your mind. He loves you to the moon and back so anything that you make automatically gets his utmost love.

"Mhm...what tea is this? Looks like it's a new one" you asked him in a soft voice so as not to disturb the peaceful silence that lingers in his office. "You're correct, it's hibiscus tea. Siegwinne got it from Sedene when she was visiting Neuvillette for his daily checkup". "Ah, no wonder. It still tastes really delicious. Probably because you made it" you smirked attempting to tease him. "Heh I'm sure Wrio here also like it" indeed it is the name of the plushie you made. You were in the mood for being a little naughty today.

"Since he likes it, I'm sure he's busy relishing the taste of the tea so...I can have you all to myself now right?" you inched closer to him in an alluring yet amorous way. "Oh it looks like my dear here is in the mood for something that's a little more hot and steamy than the tea" "You know me well don't you your grace?". You lifted his face with your fingers in a gently hypnotizing way. "You make me weak yknow that? his slurred voice was an open invitation to continue your ministrations.

"Be careful. The tea might grow cold we can't keep this for too long now..."

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anantaru · 9 months

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Wriothesley being rough with his s/o (thank you for your masterpieces miss yoru😋😘)

cw. rough n needy, fem! reader

a/n. wrio is cumming and so am i

you could feel how wriothesley was affirmatively humming and pondering against your warm skin, an aimless, tinkering tune playing over your neck and collarbones as rapid tremors travelled down your entire back, taking your breath away, goosebumps emerging on your frame right after.

effortlessly, he keeps your hips down with his bare hands, pinning you to the bed while rushing himself into your cunt, no hesitation, not doing it soft nor sluggish, for some specific reason it almost gave the impression away as if wriothesley was somewhat selfish and indulgent with your body tonight, taking you so fucking well that your shaking legs were about to turn numb and harvest a deep rooted burn of fatigue, yet he was the one splitting them apart, because— he required enough space in order to fit in between you.

you take him deeper and moan into his mouth when he bites your lip, gracefully milking his throbbing cock, your eyes glossed over with boundless crystalline pebbles as you scratch a long, deep line on wrio's defined back, your nails sauntering up and down his flexed muscles while he's pistoling his cock into you— not hard enough to break his skin but edging pretty fucking close to it.

the blistering, fiery heat of his body against your own figure was way more than enough to make any little complaint die inside of you— it's easier to see that wriothesley underestimates his own strength at times but you do not push him away and welcome it, sighing into his messy kisses, noticing his grunting— his sounds edged within sharp, low rumbles that rattle into your flesh.

it's intimate and adds greatly to the stimulation on your cunt. wrio breaks the kiss, and you thirst the look on his handsome face, the husky exhales whenever you ran your fingers over the frazzled, large muscles on his back;

"you're making me lose my mind."

he grins without shame, covering his face in your neck, the thought of having the oh so distinguished lord of meropide blatantly admit this to you, no, simplified— filthily moan it into your ear without any shame while he hides the pink, pretty blush on his face was intoxicating, your hips jerking forward at the obscene sounds, twisting your insides around his girth as you feel hot and sticky all around him, liquids dripping down your thighs, drying up, making a mess, and most importantly, fueling the arising lust in the air.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #genshin impact wriothesley x reader

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catcze · 5 months

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oh btw i know that a werewolf is a pretty obvious pick for your newest man but he does look like he'd make for a great vampire who has to actively resist the urge to feed on you because "your blood is... so sweet... and you're so... enticing... just a taste, please..."

or not! who knows ehe <3

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 CWS : 」 A little suggestive due to the intimate nature of blood drinking, but nothing sexual or even leading up to any sexual activity happens. That being said, if ur bothered by Wrio finding the reader tasting delicious + Reader enjoying being drank from a lot, maybe dont read;;; this is 2k words of non-sexual intimacy and love and trust !!

I have a confession;;;; I really really really love the vampire x human trope,,,,,, even just a teeny tiny bit more than I do the werewolf x human trope,,,, so,,,,, SO,,,,,,,,,, vamp! Wrio is setting all kinds of good signals off in my brain rn;;;;;;; i have;;;;;; many;;;;; many thoughts;;;; ON MY HANDS AND KNEES DONT LET THIS FLOP PLS 💔💔💔

You're on his lap. Wriothesley's on his chair, hands practically clawing into the armrests. You wouldn't be surprised if he'd rip it. His eyes don't know where to look— they flit around every inch of his office, avoiding your own. But they always end up glancing back at your neck no matter how much he tries to pry them away.

He gulps.

"You're hungry."

"I'm not," he immediately denies, ignoring the way his fangs ache at just being able to smell your blood so close.

You frown. "You haven't eaten in a week, Wrio."

"I have—"

"Animal blood doesn't count. That shit can only work for so long, and you know it."

He swallows, hands clenching even tighter, nails digging into leather armrests. He looks away from you, rendered silent.

You watch him as how he tries to ignore you. Delicately, you place a hand on his cheek, urging his eyes back to meet yours.

"Why don't you just ask me?" You murmur. "You know I'd say yes. You know I'd do anything for you."

His face twists. "That's the problem," Wriothesley says bitterly, teeth clenched. Even from here, from the limited view you have past the curl of his lip, you see how his sharp fangs gleam. "I— if I drink from you, I won't want anything else. Ever. I already have a hard enough time just being around you, but if i get even just a taste..." he trails off, swallowing. "You're all I'm going to crave, sweetheart."

Wriothesley expects you to pause or hesitate. Maybe even extract yourself from him. He wouldn't blame you. Ever since the first time his thoughts betrayed him and he wondered what you'd taste like on his tongue (honey and nectar and heaven and ambrosia, all in one) he's been so careful to hide how he hungers for you, lest you think he's a monster who'd hurt you for his own gain.

In an ideal world, you never would have had to see him like this— starving, thirsting. Every single cell in his body urging him to get on his knees and beg you for just a taste. He'd get the fear and the apprehension, even though it'd crack a little piece of his cold, unbeating heart.

But you just roll your eyes and unbutton the collar of your shirt. leaning down so the side of your neck is right within his sight. His mouth dries as the thump of your pulse comes ever closer, freezing him in place.

"You're not going to hurt me," you say, conviction in your voice. You inch closer.

Wriothesley feels another part of his self restraint collapse.

Against his better judgement, he's actually thinking about it now. He crumbled so fast that it might be a little pathetic, he knows. Maybe his mind is addled from the hunger, maybe he's addled by his hunger for you, but he knows that he's fraying with every millisecond that you spend so close.

"No, not— not there," He protests quietly, even though he's itching to reach out and sink his teeth into your pulse. Fuck, you smell delicious up close. He's damn near losing his mind here, the object of his love and the greatest temptation to his gluttony practically sitting on his lap, offering up something that he's craved for so long. Still, he gathers what bits and pieces of his restraint that he can and manages to gently nudge you back, just enough that he can think without being driven mad by the idea of his mouth on your neck.

The protest is already ready on your tongue, but he takes a gentle hold of your wrist instead, pressing a kiss to the tips of each finger. His thumb rubs gentle circles into the skin, and the pulse under his fingers makes the emptiness in his stomach increases tenfold.

"Here," he tells you. "It'll be easier to push me away if you need to."

You say nod, pushing your wrist closer to his mouth. "Drink up," you tell him. He pushes away his hesitation, and with one last lingering kiss, he presses his mouth to your wrist and bites.

And fuck, he was right.

Heaven and sunlight and euphoria bursts on his tongue, making his brain practically short circuit. Wriothesley concludes then and there that compared to you, anything and everything else he's ever tasted was bland in comparison. He can barely even attempt to describe it— with each drop you willingly give, his hunger is both sated and amplified. A sound escapes him, a mix between a groan and a whimper muffled into your skin.

When you hum, warm fingers carding through his hair and urging him to take more, he feels like he ascends. Acting on instinct, his arm snakes around your middle to hold you in place— to keep you close. His grip on you is firm, but he's careful not to dig his fingers too hard into your skin.

And as much as this is affecting him, it's affecting you too. Your head grows light in the best way possible, like you're experiencing a euphoric high. You scratch a bit harder at his scalp, pulling a desperate noise from his lips that makes you tremble in his hold. You'll sit here for as long as he needs to feel better, for as long as he needs you.

Quicker than you would have wanted, Wriothesley reluctantly pulls away. By then the color's only just started to come back to his face and he's panting like he's been on a brisk jog. He looks much less sickly, yes, but you observe with a frown that he's still not quite yet at tip-top shape.

Hesitantly, almost reverently, he presses a kiss to the wound on your wrist, then gives the smallest of licks. it tingles, but after a moment the sting of it fades to a dull throb, and then nothing. But before he can push you off, you're leaning down again, same position as before, with your neck in his line of view. An open invitation.

"You need to drink more," you murmur. You try to ignore the rush of blood in your face, the tingle in your core. For as much as he was scared of getting addicted to you, you fear now you're getting addicted to him, too.

"I shouldn't," Wriothesley says, barely above a whisper.

He should push you off— should let you rest. Should wrap you in his coat and get you some water and a snack after you've already let him drink so much of you.

It had been hard enough to resist earlier, but now? Your blood is pumping so hard he can practically hear it. And you taste so sweet. You had made the slightest of noises when he fed on you— he doubts you even realized it, what with the haze you were in. Just the smallest of whines when he drank from your wrist, but each breathy sigh and whisper of his name was enough to make him crave more.

A small, traitorous corner of his mind wonders if you'd be even more vocal with his teeth on your neck.

He swallows, knowing he's already fighting a losing battle. He's so, so weak for you. His one arm doesn't budge from around your waist, but his hand moves up to cup your cheek. He drags your eyes to meet his, and you can see the seriousness amidst the hunger.

"You tell me if anything hurts." Wriothesley's arm around you tightens almost imperceptibly. "Anything. Please."

You hum, happy, nuzzling closer into the cradle of his grip. "Okay. I know you'll stop if I ask." And oh the faith you have in him has heat pooling in his gut and a foreign pressure grow behind his eyes.

His voice is hoarse he says, "Yeah sweetheart. Of course I will."

He comes close and you shift your head, giving him more space to work. First thing he does isn't even bite— he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, decorating your skin with kisses and licks and nips, delighting in the small protest of 'that tickles!' that he elicits from you.

You let him shower you in affection a little bit more, but eventually your hand works into his hair, tugging. "Okay, no more stalling," you say, breathless. "C'mon, time to eat."

And he's still nervous of taking too much— can feel his stomach roil at just the thought of hurting you, but he trusts you. Trusts you as much as you trust him, too. So he takes another deep breath, presses one last tender kiss to your skin, and sinks his teeth into your neck.

A small whisper of him name escapes our throat just as a groan leaves him because fuck— you taste even better. Flavor multiplied times what feels like a hundred, making his cold cold heart do flips and tricks in his chest. The hand you bury in his hair tugs, pulls, but brings him closer instead of away. You push him further into you, begging him to take more, and he happily obliges.

Wriothesley presses kisses and licks to your neck between drinking down mouthfuls, making sure not to waste a single drop. He's pulling you against his chest so tightly— hand bunched in the back of your top that you fear he might rip the fabric, but you decide that you don't really care if he does.

With each drink he takes, each satisfied, muffled noise that leaves him, you feel yourself melt more and more against him until you're boneless in his hold. Despite how he drinks as if it's his last, he still has the good mind to shift you a bit higher in his lap, to make sure he's holding you comfortably. His hand rubs soothing circles into your hip, and he tries to recline back into his seat as much as he can so you can lean into him.

Your heart pounds even harder, the blood rushing to your ears, and you think he feels it with the way his hunger seems to double.

Your eyes are half-lidded, gaze hazy and growing sleepy with each progressive second. But it doesn't hurt in the slightest. You feel warm, if anything— warm and happy that you were able to help him, and make sure he's well.

He's slowing a little. His hunger finally abating and making way for something more tender and soft. You scratch his scalp lovingly and lean your head against his. A sweet, sleepy kiss pressed to his temple makes his pace falter.

Wriothesley soon separates himself from your neck, pressing a kiss and a kitten lick to your newest wound. Like the one on your wrist, it tingles for just a bit before any stinging or pain vanishes entirely.

"Hey baby," he murmurs, pulling away slightly to look at your face, but making sure his arm is still wrapped around you. To keep you steady, to remind you that he's here. He smiles a little at your happy, dazed expression, but even now you can see the lingering worry. "You with me?"

You respond with a hum, nodding as best as you can. "Yeah. 'm okay."

Wriothesley laughs a little, watching you stumble over your words. He lets you fall flat against his chest with you head hanging on his shoulder and cradles you against him. One hand goes to twine your fingers with his, desperate to hold you as much as he can, and the other snugly tucks your head under his chin. In his embrace, you feel the beat of your heart gradually slow back to a calm. It leaves you boneless and tired, the crash of it all finally hitting you and making your eyelids flutter.

"That's good." You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Did anything hurt at all, honey?"

You shake your head. Too tired to look up at him, so you squeeze his hand instead. A kiss is pressed to the apple of his throat. "Nothing. I'm just tired, 's all. I'm fine."

He holds you closer, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "Yeah. Yeah, that's good. Thank you, my love. Let's get you something to eat and drink, then we sleep— how does that sound?"

You just hum your agreement, limbs feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. Wriothesley places a kiss to the crown of your head. With utmost gentleness, he cradles you in his arms as he stands, trying not to jostle you as he makes his way out of the room.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmurs, heart growing three sizes in his chest, arms full of the most precious thing in his world.

You bury yourself further into him. "Love you more, Wrio."

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kunikuma · 6 months

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boo.

relationship | ghostface!scaramouche x gn!reader (modern au)

synopsis | listen, the thirsty tiktoks of masked men – specifically ghostface – during Halloween were too interesting. you had to check it out for yourself! one of the actors is oddly... good at his job. maybe too good... content | mdni to be safe! suggestive tension with a murderer. that's it. kinda like...early stage yandere. no smut. cw | swearing, light knifeplay, y/n needs post nut clarity bc y/n is giving ‘foolish horror movie protag’, usage of "darling" a/n | this was supposed to be for both wrio and scara, but ive been neglecting the og boy. this is... unrealistic and self-indugent. please do not harass haunted house actors. super quick fic.

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it’s halloween night and the internet was rampant with videos and images full of the various actors who were a little too fine on this spooky evening.

due to the rising thirst for masked actors darting around and failing to startle some folks, your friends had decided it was time to check out the local one in town for the cheap thrill.

terribly enough, with the rising thirst, there were rising murders in town too. but halloween happened one night of the year! surely it would be fine if you enjoyed one late evening, right? besides, strength in numbers.

horny wins over sensibility. perhaps with the halloween spirit at its peak, the actors would truly send a chill down your spine and less of a… flustered reaction.

down the street, a fog machine pumped a haze across the damp concrete. candy wrappers and fake blood were splattered across the floor, with laughter and shrieks filling the midnight air as various actors impressed the crowd with their theatrics. some of them wielded prop weapons and slashed at the crowd, while some of them crawled around and swiped at people to scare them.

the road led to a busy haunted house at the end of it, where a majority of the more elaborate frights occurred. to reel customers in, a few actors were out and about, spooking potential customers and shoving flyers in their faces afterwards. your friends were chatting away, looking for a place to attract the attention of a few actors to see.

after a few moments, a group of actors seemed to have set sight on your posse loitering around and were heading in your general direction. bingo.

within seconds, a lithe performer from the back of the group donning a dark outfit approached you. on his slender body, the simple, nondescript black hoodie and pants allowed all of your attention to focus on his mask. a white, ghost-like plastic sat on his face. fake(?) blood caught the light from the halloween decorations nearby, glistening like the actor had just finished off a fresh kill.

from the exaggerated mouth of the mask, rhythmic puffs of the actor’s breath slipped through the fine mesh, only visible thanks to the evening chill.

steady breathing.

as the full group of actors approached, whispers erupted from your group before you could give your friends a knowing look. before you could snicker out a ‘ooh, ghostface!’, the entertainer darted forward.

a prop knife glimmers before it firmly pressed against your side as his free hand lands on your shoulder to pull you into the prop. his fellow actors all pounced on your friends as they laughed with fright, some of them recording the whole interaction to post it later online.

pressing close against your warm body, he mutters almost breathlessly into your ear.

“boo.”

oh, shit.

he sounded hot.

his voice was muffled by the mask on his face; it sounded a little raspy, maybe hoarse from the various voices he had to make this month. at your gasp, borderline shameless whimper, the oddly sharp plastic knife retracts a millimeter, its owner probably taken aback by your response.

if only you had noticed the distinct smell of metallic iron wafting near you.

the knife is hastily snuck away and he steps back, his grasp on your shoulder releasing. you could only assume he was staring at you through the soulless eyes of the mask, giving you an exaggerated once-over. over the course of a few seconds, his head travels from your face, down your body, stopping at your feet before the mask raises again to rest its gaze on your face.

he walks off.

the ghostface actor brushes past your body, waving the prop at your friends as if egging them to try something. his ominous theatrics were quite fun, to be honest.

once he was a few steps away, probably to look for the next loitering group of potential customers, you work the nerve to open your mouth.

“oh, boo, y-you could do better than that.” you laughed wryly as you turn to face his departing form, folding your arms and hoping the flush on your face could be blamed on the temperature outside.

something about that prop knife pressing into your side was… exhilarating. the too-sharp point that dug into your skin felt good.

the masked man pauses in his spot. the rest of his troupe had noisily darted towards a group of teens, hoping to get fetch easy business. their rowdy volume seemed to fade away.

your friends had stepped to the side to rest on a bench, rewatching the whole recorded ordeal from someone’s phone.

less eyes were on you both now.

he stands there before turning in his spot. he cocks his head, the overemphasized motion was so accurately recreated. the masked man just stares at you, waiting for you to continue. the sharp blade in his hand hangs limply as he bounces it up and down in his hold. above, the lamp post illuminated him from behind, his shadow stretching his proportions on the stone road below. notably, his bouncing blade looked even longer.

he seemingly turns his head to your distracted friends, and after a beat, his grasp on the blade seem to grow confident, twirling it within his hand and sticking it straight out at you, playfully drawing x’s in the air with it. after a moment, you realize he was doodling that shape at your head.

after each completed ‘x’, he would take one methodical step forward and the shadow on the floor grew more distorted, inching closer to your own.

with the blade fully out, you could truly appreciate how well crafted it was. for a prop, it reflected the one cold light from the lamp post above.

faintly, you hear him hum, but you strained to hear him through the plastic. the halloween wind blows and it catches on the hood of his attire, but it was not strong enough to tug the hood down. dried leaves blow past your shoes, flowing to wherever the wind intended on heading.

his voice breaks through the hushed night.

“is that so? i was only trying to scare you a little.”

his voice sounded gruff as he questions your goad; your knees felt weak at the low timbre of his words. his voice lowers further, settling into a drawl.

“you want a real scare, darling?”

sarcastic affection dripped from his words. from the bench, your friends had quieted down, their eyes wide as a few of them took their phones out to record your interaction. it wasn't everyday an alluring ghostface stranger puts on a show.

you swallowed down your nerves, blood rushing through your ears. you knew you weren’t going to die, he was an actor for fucks sake, but the air felt so different right now, especially with the way he was slowly waltzing over. gracefully, he manahes to make the quietest steps on the gravel. amazing, considering how his heavy boots failed to make much sound.

as he inched closer, his low humming grew louder behind that bloodied mask as he continued to lazily slice x’s in the air with his knife.

two slices.

step.

two more slices.

step.

slice. slice.

step.

once he was less than a meter away, a burst of confidence shot through you and your hand shot out to grip him by the collar of his shirt.

you yanked him forward and a stuttered huff of his breath collides with your face.

maybe you had seen one too many thirsty tiktoks of girlfriends frothing at the mouth at the sight of their boyfriends.

from a distance, one of your friends squealed before the rest of them shushed her before they all scurried away, deciding that they needed to let you have your main character moment.

with his head once again curiously and dramatically cocked to the side, he trails the tip of the sharp, plastic knife against your side. it catches on the fabric of your clothes and he laughs cooly, steadying the surprise in his voice.

“you’re quite fun,” he says simply, the silky tone of his voice lulling and neutralizing you. his hand jerks to the side and a ripping sound reverberates through the… oh.

it cut through your… shirt.

oh, fuck. the knife is real.

you jump back, your heart beating out of your chest.

“weird way to convince people to go to the haunted house,” you huff nervously, covering the cut with your hand to prevent the cold air from nipping at your skin. you grimace at the man in front of you who continued to just stand there.

the knife bounces faster in his hand.

“ugh, i liked this shirt! just give me the pamphlet to the fucking house; i’m convinced, especially if all the actors are as intriguing as you.” you joke with a roll of your eye. you stick your unoccupied hand out to the costumed man in front of you, waiting for him to slide the glossy folds of paper into your hand.

maybe you’d demand for recompense as well.

once again, his head silently tilts to the side, the exaggerated angle almost made you snort. the mask looked barely human with the way it seemed to droop so low and how the eyes and mouth did not replicate typical human features.

the eyes drooped sadly, yet you could almost feel… amusement? mirth? oozing from the depths of the inky mouth and eyes. the steady puffs of his breath from earlier seemed to have crumbled into shakily, uneven, excited breaths. the night air truly illuminated his rising exhilaration.

his nimble fingers began to thumb the hilt of his blade.

eerily, you note that the area was... empty.

where had everyone gone? it wasn’t like that ten minutes ago.

“darling, i'm honored you think so highly of me, but...” he croons, his voice taking on a singsongy tone. he takes a step forward, pressing his other hand against his chest, grandly gesturing to himself as he holds the knife out to his side.

“im not an actor.”

#wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x y/n #kunikuma's fics

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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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come kneel before your god

kel ◊ an adult ◊ she/her ◊ infj

about ◊ m.list ◊ rules/byf/byi ◊ what i write

current AR / WL: 58 / 8 ◊ C5 kaeya main ◊ UID 661035939 (NA server) - come find me ingame!

multi-fandom anime blog: @kingdaddydaichi

₪ this blog contains nsfw content ◊ dni: minors/ageless or blank blogs/haters

₪ requests: closed atm (trying to get caught up)

₪ thirsts: always open (cum thirst with me)

₪ writing for: geo daddy, zhongli/morax ◊ kaeya alberich ◊ diluc ragnvindr ◊ arataki itto ◊ thoma ◊ tighnari ◊ wriothesley

₪ hard limits: i do not/will not write choking/breath play ◊ noncon (dubcon/cnc okay) ◊ minors/underage characters ◊ incest ◊ scat

₪ recent works ↴

genshin men & how they’re groomed ✧ multi x f!reader (nsfw hcs)

spoiled ✧ dom!sugarbaby!zhongli x sub!f!reader (nsfw fic)

making him whimper in his office chair ✧ multi (separate) x f!reader (nsfw drabble)

dad bod!wrio ✧ wriothesley x f!reader (nsfw drabble)

pegging ✧ multiple x f!reader (nsfw drabble)

tail ✧ tighnari x reader (sfw drabble)

studying w. senpai ✧ tighnari x f!reader (nsfw drabble)

bad day ✧ kaeya x reader (sfw drabble)

teasing ✧ kaeya x reader (nsfw drabble)

ask: piano ◊ thoma, zhongli x gn!reader (sfw drabbles)

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yuki-world · 6 months

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Since thirsts are open 👀 I have a short one (I hope that’s alright!)

Imagine wriothesley/neuvi right

Big shot people

Now imagine then crumbling under your touch and being so whipped 😵‍💫😵‍💫 (I’m all for sub wrio/neuv alsjdjskdjsjncjdh)

okay I SEE YOU! powerful men submitting to you is chef’s kiss

imagine neuvillette drowning in paper work; he’s got plenty to do, none of it can wait. yet the moment you come in, clinging onto him, being so needy, his resolve falters.

“please neuvillette, i want itー want you,”

“not the time, love.”

…

“y/n, wait, pleaseー ah,” he whines, watching you continue to pump his cock. he just can’t say no to that pretty face of yours. he’ll let you do whatever you want to him, as long as you’re happy. sure, you’ll have to plead a couple of times before he gives in, but its so worth it when he throws his head back and cums into your hand. technically his paper work can’t wait, but the consequences are for later. he trembles from the after effects of his climax, but you don’t stop.

“that’s, thats enoughー oh,” he groans as you keep going, bobbing your head up and down his cock. its so wet, he can’t get enough of it no matter how sensitive he is. enough? no, he doesn’t mean it. his legs are spread wide apart, allowing you to take all of him. he’ll let you overstimulate him to point where he’s all fucked out and can barely form a coherent thoughtー he just loves you that much.

#雪| 问 ask/thirsts #雪| 那维莱特 neuvillette

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rikyos · 4 months

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honestly i don't doubt i'll get shit for this but as i'm noting down thoughts for my aventurine portrayal i just can't help feeling disappointed that i know he's going to be another super interesting character watered down to a mlm ship lmao. it's such a recurring trend in hyv fans, looking at wrio and neuvi who were immediately thrown together in thirst when they were just leaked aesthetic concepts who we knew! nothing! about! bc lyney got the twink treatment (another thing altogether but i'm not getting into that right now kjfhg) and they were the only two attractive men left. finally showed up in the game and barely interacted for more than a minute and you absolutely cannot go through either tag on any platform without drowning in largely nsfw content lmao. idm the ship personally but they don't exactly have the substance many people act like they do. it just sucks that it's the main point of interest you tend to see for a lot of really complex and interesting characters, and knowing that aventurine / d ratio are probably going to be treated in the same way is sooo annoying to me

#like yeah I GET IT there's smth wild going on in that light cone or whatever got leaked but please #at least lets get to know him in the game first 😭#anyway i'm working all weekend so i won't be around much but i'm working on multi things in the background .#you should defo come talk to me about those muses too hehe #⋆˚ ─── ⋆⋅🍁⋅⋆ ── （ out of character . )

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tflaw · 8 months

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heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i. ᰔ ava. kafka’s forever girl. neuvillette’s fairy angel. sheher. 2wnties. the angel writes explicit and dark content. interacts from @antirin. thirst/req is open!

౨ৎ :･ﾟ🦢 step into the fairy circle. rules + masterlist + commissions + kofi.

💌 — recents:

untamed, wrio & neuvillette.

papa!neuvilette. 02.

pride and prejudice, neuvillette.

#navi.#bad bitches will read rules 💋#best in light mode.#mdni.

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ickadori · 7 months

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thirsting over your hybrid fic rn..owner furina and that insanitable little mutt omg now you’ve got me thinking about wrio, navia and neuv but especially Clorinde. She CAN control that mutt, unlike furina and it’s makin me go wild.

++ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄

[cws] hybrid/fem reader -> ownership. edging. orgasm denial. overstimulation (reader). a teeny bit of somno (reader to neuvillette). masturbation (clorinde). spanking/marking (wriothesley). oh, neuvillette has two cocks, hehe!! unedited.

[an] based off of this fic -> link.

neuvillette saw how furina struggled with you and felt the tiniest ounce of sympathy for the woman. she had gotten herself into the predicament, always biting off more than she could chew and putting on a brave face.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it all to be a bit amusing—furina trying and failing to tighten her reigns on you, your bull-headedness and rambunctious nature too much for the little archon to handle.

seemingly growing tired of being pinned down whenever you got the urge to rut your needy cunt against something, furina had “temporarily” relinquished her ownership of you and left you in the care of the dragon, the rushed command of “do something with her! i refuse to take her back until she’s properly trained!” spit out from between kiss-swollen lips.

neuvillette was far too busy to dedicate much, if any, time to training you, so your behavior went unchecked for the most part. you were given free reign (of his office and the surrounding rooms only, of course, you were a convicted criminal after all) and were allowed to do as you please, as long as your actions stayed within the confines of the law.

they did not, of course, and perhaps that’s his fault. he hadn’t bothered to satiate your needs, and he was no furina, and you knew as much. you had never once tried to pounce on him as you did her, instead resigning yourself to shooting him your signature puppy dog eyes as you fruitlessly rutted against whatever you could bunch between your thighs.

sometimes, if his work allowed it, he’d offer a few words of encouragement and a few praises, giving you a few seconds of eye contact before his work once again took priority. he had thought this would be enough for the time being, a foolish mistake on his part.

you reached your boiling point one late night, and neuvillette had awoken to a heavy weight in his lap, along with the sound of whimpering moans and stuttered breaths. you had been attempting to fit his cock into you, one of the two, the other uselessly sliding between your cheeks and oozing a surmountable amount of pre-cum against your flushed skin.

“mon-monsieur,” you had the decency to look ashamed when you saw him wake, but that didn’t stop you from attempting to sink your hips down, pussy fluttering around the head of his cock, the thick tip struggling to fit inside.

any ordinary man would have given in at the sight —a desperate hybrid in the throes of their heat, cunt drooling as she practically begged and pleaded to be fucked— but neuvillette wasn’t any ordinary man, was he?

that night had marked the beginning of your ‘punishments’. he had kept you on the edge of your climax until sunrise, cruelly working you up until your edge, nearly letting you topple over the cliff into the ecstasy you had been so desperately chasing, only to yank you back at the last minute, every single time.

he swiped at your clit, plunged his cock deep inside you and gave you slow, purposeful strokes, palmed at your breasts and pinched the hard nipples there. when you were on the verge of coming, he’d still his hips and remove his hands, and you’d cry and beg and plead, but neuvillette was firm on his convictions.

he toyed with you the entire night, leaving your pussy sore and throbbing in want—need. the following days had been no better for you; hours spent seated in his lap as he went over paperwork, cock nestled between your walls and his other pressed between your lower back and his firm stomach (he’d eventually work you up to taking them both, but that was a task for another time). he forbid you from moving, and you didn’t, because you knew what would happen if you did and what would happen if you didn’t.

sometimes he’d sit you between his legs underneath his desk, your mouth stretched wide around his length as he had you warm him in your mouth. at the slightest flick of your tongue against his slit, he’d give you treatment similar to that first night, and soon enough you’d learned to just take what he gave you, and nothing more.

he had trained you into a mildly mannered pup, but again, neuvillette was a busy man, and he couldn’t always discipline your every action, so he elected to pass you onto a duo he deemed fit enough for the task:

wriothesley and clorinde.

wriothesley didn’t have any soft spots for prisoners (is what he says) and especially not prisoners who had been given special treatment by the hydro archon herself, focalors, and even the chief of justice neuvillette.

you had been granted far too much kindness, and wriothesley made sure you knew that no more would be awarded to you down in the cold, dark depths of meropide. he had beaten that into your skin on the very first day of your arrival, quite literally — he had held nothing back as he took you over his knee, lowered your pants and garments, and smacked his hand against your backside until you were a sniffling, twitching little thing in his lap.

wriothesley wasn’t all bad though, he let you come at least, something that neuvillette didn’t. you had to work for it, of course, he certainly wouldn’t be doing all the work, but he figured it was a fair trade.

you got to come, and he got to enjoy the sight of you desperately bouncing in his lap, or your hips moving back and forth as he took you from behind, tongue lolled and ears floppy as you milked his cock for all it was worth, cunt creaming and gushing around him.

sometimes, if his tea didn’t quench his thirst how it usually did, he’d even let you have a seat on his desk as he pushed his head between your thighs, messily licking and slurping at your folds and clit until you were coming in his mouth and getting rid of that dryness in his throat.

whenever she made time to visit, clorinde said he was too hard on you, too rough and too mean, the evidence being the dark bruises that sometimes decorated your skin after one of your spells of disobedience and mischief.

clorinde would always patch you up, feed you the sweets that lady furina herself demanded you have, massage your sore muscles and scrub at your skin in a warm, bubbly bath.

she was sweetening you up, getting you relaxed and loose, lowering that mask that you always had up around wrio, setting you up for failure so she exact her own punishments on you.

did you really think she was any better?

she yearns for your slip-ups, and she punishes you for each and every one of them, no matter how big or small.

the punishments vary, from being forced to sit at the foot of the bed on the floor (a dog’s proper place) as you watch her dip long, lithe fingers into her dripping hole before spreading her wetness up to her pink, swollen clit, forbidden from touching her, to being tied up in her bed chambers as she fucks you with a dildo that’s entirely too small to bring you to climax and only keeps you in painful limbo, all the way to inviting wrio to a night of using you until you’re utterly spent; stretched holes oozing with cum, jaw sore and lips swollen, and body littered with their marks.

you stood no chance against the reserved militant and the convict turned warden.

#neuvillete x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #wriothesley x reader #clorinde x reader

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