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cavalierious-whim · 6 months

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Novelty (WrioLette)

Wriothesley stays over and ponders the novelty of their relationship. Part of 'just as you are'.

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Wriothesley’s gaze narrows in on the curve of Neuvillette’s neck, right where the slope of it meets the line of his shoulder.

Teeth marks, a round of them, red little pits surrounded by bruised skin. A savage-looking thing left in a moment of passion. Neuvillette submitted so quickly, so readily, his head tilted back, the column of his throat on display. Wriothesley couldn’t help but mark it up. He still feels the way his teeth sank into his flesh.

These feelings, the domesticity, the lazy way Wriothesley watches and feels warm at the sight—it shouldn’t be so easy. Why is it so easy?

Wriothesley finds himself aching to learn more, to push those boundaries. To give in himself and see just how far that trust goes. It is harder for him to give up control. Wriothesley doesn't expect Neuvillette to understand, but he always does. I’m different, he murmurs in his sheets before laying himself open and bare, ripe for the taking.

This morning Wriothesley wakes in warm comfort. The smell of ocean salt clings to the sheets, and he rolls over, burying his face into them. Neuvillette. Tension eases from him as he sinks into it, sighing as he slips into another doze, watching Neuvillette shuffle about the room sleepily.

But that mark. He can’t stop staring. Wriothesley’s teeth are blunt, unfit for tearing into skin. And yet, Neuvillette begged for it. And he left it there when he could heal it with the wave of his hand. Wriothesley tries not to think of the implications.

“If you wish to stay in my bed, I won’t stop you. However, I do have it on good authority that there is work to be done. Isn’t there a new set of inmates scheduled for intake to the Fortress today?”

Wriothesley groans, hiding in the sheets. “Don’t remind me.”

“Tired?”

“Exhausted.”

A soft laugh has Wriothesley peeking out from the sheets once more. Neuvillette tugs on his trousers, fastening them at the waist with clean, efficient movements. “I suppose that I ran you ragged.”

The understatement of the century. Wriothesley would’ve been fine with a one-and-done type of deal but then Neuvillette clung to him, mouth pressed against his ear, and begged for more. Wriothesley is a simple man and a pleaser, and so he gave and gave.

He did not mean to stay over. He never stays over, but his bones ached, the sheets smelled too good, and Neuvillette was soft and warm against him. It’s a relationship; they both realize it. They’ve acknowledged it, but these quieter parts still come awkwardly. Wriothesley is so woefully out of his depth when it comes to matters of the heart.

Finally, he sits up with a groan, his back muscles protesting. “Well, it’s been a while since I worked out,” he murmurs. “Too much damn paperwork.”

“Thus is the life of an administrator.”

Wriothesley snorts, pulling himself to his feet. “I’m not complaining.”

“You just were.” Neuvillette is teasing him, his words warm and affectionate. His lips are curved into a grin as he pulls on a shirt.

Wriothesley makes a last-minute decision. “Here, let me,” he says, reaching out to take hold of the plackets. Neuvillette blinks and stills, hands dropping to his side as Wriothesley buttons up his shirt. Wriothesley continues, saying, “You let me bite you.”

“Hardly the first time,” replies Neuvillette dryly.

“Yeah, but you didn’t heal this one.” Wriothesley’s fingers trip up as they slip a button through the last hole. He tucks the hem into Neuvillette’s trousers. Lingering fingers. Heat spreads where it shouldn’t so early in the day, but it’s a pleasant, lingering sort of thing. Lazy. Neither of them will act on it but it’s noticeable.

Neuvillette doesn’t stop him. Nor does he say anything in return, he just watches Wriothesley with a curious expression. Wriothesley lifts a hand and fiddles with the edge of the collar around his neck. “Leave it,” Neuvillette tells him, finally breaching the silence. “It’s a warm day and I don’t feel like wearing a collar pin.”

Wriothesley’s hand comes to a halt, his thumb hovering over the clasp. “This… I mean, you can see it.” The edges of the mark. Purpled skin peeks out from Neuvillette’s collar, prominently on display. There will be wild gossip. Words will fly because the Chief Justice does not take lovers, even if they aren’t a well-kept secret.

And maybe it’s because Wriothesley has pined for so long that it’s strange to think this is real, that this is something they finally share. No longer does he wallow in wishes and dreams. Wriothesley swallows thickly, fingers tracing the tender skin of Neuvillette’s throat.

Neuvillette’s eyes crinkle in amusement. He dips forward and kisses him. short and sweet, just a peck against his mouth. When he pulls away, he says, very simply, “I know. Let them look.”

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revelations-and-some · 2 months

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Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wriothesley/Neuvillette Characters: Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Fontaine characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Non-Graphic Violence, Mpreg, Anal Sex, Riding, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Marking, First Time, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, lovechild, Minor Character Death, wriothesley is the alpha, neuvillette is the omega, Communication Issues, Strangers to Lovers, Top Wriothesley/Bottom Neuvillette, an attempt at a mystery subplot Inspired by ritiris' brilliant omegaverse+arranged marriage AU. Thank you for blessing all of us with your wonderful art and AU Summary:

There exist as many desires as there are people in the world.

Neuvillette, Sovereign of Fontaine and son of the Royal House, knows only that he is to serve his duties as spouse to the man he’s supposed to marry, Duke Wriothesley of the Southern Mountain. In doing so, he comes to learn of light, darkness, and his sole desire.

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121231212i · 6 months

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Genshin Impact | Some Funny moments in Furina's Demo

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ikimaru · 1 month

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finally finishes one pic of them.. months later 🦦🐺

#wriothesley #neuvillette #wriolette #genshin impact #fanart #my art

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hannycho12 · 4 months

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Just another day for Clorinde

#wriolette #wriothesley #clorinde #neuvillette #genshin impact #my first art in 2024 and it's a meme #classic me

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sora2396 · 6 months

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Neuv's working 9-5 💙

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ichigomaniac · 6 months

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I don't think she left because she was bored

#genshin impact #furina #wriothesley #neuvillette #this is Wriothesley's voice line about Furina

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reikiwie-art · 7 months

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i made a promise to Neuvi. i'm bringing his husband home !! good luck to everyone !! ♡♡

#wriolette #neuvillette #wriothesley #neuvithesley #genshin impact #my art

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ilsanslut · 5 months

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MEN who cum so much that it damn near bloats your tummy by the time he’s emptied his balls inside of you. a majority of the reason he cums so much is that he doesn’t jack off often. after all, why should he when he has you around to fuck his stupidly thick cock into and pump you with rope after rope of his hot cum instead? it’s heavy, it’s thick, and it’s opaquely white with the consistency of liquid cream—like melted vanilla ice cream. you always feel so delightfully full by the time he’s emptied himself into you. every time he pulls out of you, your hole always clenches around nothing, trying desperately to keep what you can inside, but it’s near impossible. there's just so much of it that you can’t help but have it leak out of you—thick, milky, steaming globs rolling down the creases of your nethers in a disgustingly lewd fashion—one that he couldn’t get enough of. that’s fine by him, though; after all, it just gives him the excuse to go round after round, fucking his cum so deep into you that you wouldn’t even dream of it dribbling out of you.

sometimes, you just have to wrap your lips around his fat balls that are practically gurgling with his virile seed, twitching in your mouth as he makes you work for your 'reward'. don’t even get me started on when he fucks your throat. his cock is so big, so monstrously thick, that your jaw begins to ache within seconds of wrapping your lips around him. he has to ease you through it as his massive cock nearly suffocates you and stuffs your tiny throat full.

“yeah, that’s it, angel.” he drawls as he languidly thrusts into your mouth, feeding you inch after inch of his heavy mass. “that’s it, take it, sweetness. you can do it. you’re my good little cockslut, aren’t you? haah, shit. you hungry for my cum? wanna feel it pumping down your throat and into your pretty tummy? yeah? oh fuck, baby. you drive me insane.”

not to mention, he’s a head pusher. he doesn’t want you to spill a single drop when he finally comes undone, holding you by the back of your head against the fine hair of his pelvis and drowning you in his light, masculine scent. his taste isn’t bad either. it tastes nothing like strawberries or anything, but it is oddly enjoyable in that the saltiness is just right—not overbearing, but not so much that you want to spit it out. god forbid you waste a single drop.

“oh? looks like you’ve made a mess, baby.” he says as he thumbs the creamy substance at the corner of your swollen brims to push back into your panting maw.

“don’t worry, angel. there’s plenty more where that came from.”

kaiser michael. NAGI SEISHIRO. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. shoei barou. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. CHIGIRI HYOMA. MIKAGE REO. SHIDOU RYUSEI. NANAMI KENTO. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. sukuna. GOJO SATORU. mahito. WRIOTHESLEY. zhongli. neuvillette. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. RAGNVINDR DILUC. tighnari. scaramouche/wanderer. HEIZOU. xiao.

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rizsnt · 6 months

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so are we being normal about them or what

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #wriothesley #neuvillette #wriolette #neuvithesley #??? idk #i'm obsessed with their dynamic #need to draw clorinde as well that's mlm wlw solidarity #rizsart

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cavalierious-whim · 3 months

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Making Eyes and Pheromones (NeuWrioLette)

Part of 'by the strange pull'.

Neuvillette has a rare urge to mark up Wriothesley for the entire public to see.

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There is little that bothers him and yet, today, the sight of Wriothesley's open collar drives him mad.

Neuvillette stares, his gaze washing over Wriothesley's form. Handsome, he’s always so handsome with that damnable crooked grin, and the slight hunch of his shoulders as he leans down. But his collar—it’s open more than usual, an extra button undone.

Wriothesley scratches at the skin on display idly, looking over a stack of papers that a Garde just handed him. Neuvillette tracks the movement like a predator, like Wriothesley is his—

“If you take a picture it may last longer,” drawls Sigewinne from Neuvillette’s side.

He startles, and when he meets her face, Sigewinne shoots him a grin that just knows—knows that he doesn’t want her to know, knows things that shouldn’t even be thought of. Neuvillette pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Miss Sigewinne—”

“Oh don’t you Miss Sigewinne me, Monsieur. I know the look of an alpha in—”

“I beg of you to not finish whatever it is you’re about to say.”

Sigewinne does so anyway. “In desperate need,” she says, just a little too loudly.

So rarely does Neuvillette’s alpha flare in his chest but Miss Sigewinne comes close to coaxing it out. “Miss Sigewinne,” he begins, only for her to talk right over him.

“I get it, you know? One handsome guy pines for the other handsome guy—”

“Sigewinne.”

“—A little keyed up. Hot and bothered. And look at him, all that skin on display.” Sigewinne laughs and waggles her eyebrows. “You know if you wanna sneak off to his office I’m more than willing to cover for you.”

“I do not want to do that. I will not do that,” replies Neuvillette tersely.

“Oh boo,” sighs Sigewinne, visibly deflating. “You’re no fun.” Then she reaches up and punches at his bicep. “Still, you’re making eyes and pheromones. Get all of that under control, even if it’s some like necking or—”

Neuvillette turns away and leaves before he can hear the rest of what Sigewinne says. Absurd. Absurd. He doesn’t need Sigewinne’s unwarranted relationship advice and yet—

His eyes still linger, tracing the edge of Wriothesley's collar, sweeping over the swell of his pectorals and down the line of his collarbone. He sighs again, quietly reigning back the instincts that rage through his veins, and everything seems to fall back into place.

At least until a pretty little thing rests her hand against Wriothesley's arm.

Wriothesley falls against his desk with a thud, legs spreading the moment Neuvillette slips close. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t,” hisses Neuvillette, shoving his face into the crook of Wriothesley's neck. He inhales deeply, choking on his scent, drowning in the smell of leather, tea, and machine oil. This is what he’s addicted to, this is what he craves.

“Hey.” Wriothesley tilts immediately and without question, the line of his neck on display. His fingers curl into Neuvillette’s hair and he tugs. “Are you okay?”

“That woman,” murmurs Neuvillette, nuzzling sweaty skin, chasing with a forked tongue for a taste.

“Woman? Neuvillette, what woman?”

“The one who got a little too close.”

There is a pause as Wriothesley considers this. “Roselin? The Garde? My subordinate? Neuvillette, she isn’t—”

“I know that she isn’t. Wriothesley, I’m no fool, I know that you don’t—” Neuvillette groans softly. “I’m better than this. You know it, I know it. But I can’t help it, I can’t—” He’s so frustrated.

Wriothesley laughs, cradling Neuvillette’s cheeks in his palms. “Neuvillette.” He pulls back and tugs on Neuvillette's face to look at him. “What do you need?”

“You,” replies Neuvillette, turning to nip at one of Wriothesley's thumbs. “I can smell her on you—”

“A travesty.”

“You don’t smell like me—”

“Oh, that’s even worse.”

Neuvillette frowns. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” laughs Wriothesley, thumbing over the arch of Neuvillette’s cheekbone. “Tell me, baby, what do you need?”

There are a thousand things that Neuvillette needs, that his alpha needs. Arousal bleeds into his veins, coursing through his being like the high tide chasing the moon. Neuvillette rarely desires a claim—but oh, he needs to claim Wriothesley, to sink his teeth into his scarred flesh and taste it, to mark him up for everyone else to see and know.

“Sigewinne—”

“Are you seriously mentioning her right now?”

“—said that I should take a picture and that it would last longer. But Wriothesley, a picture isn’t enough. I need for you to bear my marks, to wear my claim if you’re going to be so openly… brazen.” He teases the edge of his collar with his claws.

“I lost a button,” explains Wriothesley.

“You could have changed into a fresh shirt, beloved. Your closet is right over there.”

“I could have,” he agrees.

Neuvillette’s gaze sharpens. “Oh,” he breathes, tilting his head. “This is on purpose then? All with the intent to tease me?”

“More like treat you.”

That makes Neuvillette’s chest rumble with pleasure. His mate has spent the entire day putting on a display for him. That—yes, that is satisfying. He leans close again, pressing his nose against Wriothesley’s nape and purrs. “What a good boy,” he says against his skin. “What a good mate.”

Wriothesley stiffens in surprise, and were Neuvillette in a better mind, he’d realize he’s never said that aloud, but at that moment he’s thinking of other things like sinking his fangs into Wriothesley’s scent gland, or sucking as many marks as he can into his scarred flesh.

“Go on, then.” Wriothesley presents himself so readily, so easily. His scent is placid and full of arousal. He wants this too, his fingers curling into Neuvillette’s hair to tug him close as he goads him on. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I’m all yours.”

Neuvillette has such a love-hate with the pet name, but he drinks it up here. Wriothesley's skin is hot underneath his mouth. He drags his fangs across scars and the thick leather cording of Wriothesley’s choker. Down to where his collar hangs open, trailing suckling marks the entire way.

Wriothesley moans. His legs spread eagerly and Neuvillette slips close, hands falling to Wriothesley's hips to yank at them. Wriothesley is hard. Neuvillette trills, smiling against him as he palms at his cock through the stiff fabric of his clothing. “You smell divine. You feel divine.”

“Needy,” says Wriothesley with a click of his tongue, hips rising to rub his erection against Neuvillette’s. “You must be a certain way to accost me here.”

“I already told you what I need.” Neuvillette’s teeth sink deep enough to sting, latching into the meat of Wriothesley's collarbone. “But for you to offer it up so easily? Mhmmn.”

Neuvillette’s alpha flares, drunk on the tangy scent of Wriothesley's arousal. The friction is to die for. He tugs Wriothesley's shirt from his trousers and settles the flat of his palm against the searing heat of Wriothesley's back. A moan gets caught in Neuvillette’s throat as he bites his way back up the column of Wriothesley's throat, delighting in how the muscle twitches under his mouth.

Wriothesley catches his free hand, causing Neuvillette to let loose a soft snarl. “Hey, easy there,” he says, tugging that hand down to his crotch. “I just want you to touch me.”

Just like that, all those terse instincts bleed away. “Yes,” says Neuvillette, nodding against Wriothesley's temple. “Yes, yes.”

Wriothesley undoes his trousers swiftly, lifting his ass to shove them down around his ankles. Neuvillette is quick too, wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking it from base to tip.

“Oh, fuck—”

“Beloved,” says Neuvillette, nipping at the line of his shoulder, right where his collar is pressed open. “All I want is for everyone to know that you’re mine.”

Wriothesley whines as he strokes his length again. “Yeah, yeah.”

Neuvillette squeezes the head and thumbs across the tip, spreading the precome, all the while sucking at his neck with a groan. “Wriothesley—”

“Mate,” says Wriothesley, “that’s what you said. You should—”

“I’m not biting you here.” Even if he wants to, even if Neuvillette is desperate to sink his teeth into that scent gland as Wriothesley writhes against him. Oh, the desire is there. He needs that—Sovereigns, he needs that. Another time and place. “I’ll sequester you,” he murmurs, the words dripping with heat. “I’ll mark you and you will not be allowed to leave my bed for days. We’d—”

Wriothesley covers the hand Neuvillette has on his dick with his own, squeezing it tighter. Fingers lock together and Wriothesley guides him to stroke his length harder, faster. “Like that,” he whispers. “Fuck, yeah—”

Neuvillette bites him, truly bites him, teeth sinking deeply into the juncture of Wriothesley's neck and shoulder. Right next to where his scent is the strongest. So, so close to that gland that begs to be taken. And then Neuvillette unlatches and sinks them down again, and again, and again.

Wriothesley goes taut against the desk and comes, spilling all over their hands. His other hand is curled around Neuvillette’s neck, holding him there against him, lax and so, so—

Neuvillette falls in love with him more with every subtle display of submission. For Wriothesley it isn’t submission, it’s trust, freely given. He craves this too, Neuvillette’s closeness and claim, and he sighs softly as Neuvillette strokes him through that blinding orgasm.

Blood wells from the bite marks, and Neuvillette laps at them, moaning as he tastes metal and brine. He could drink it up and thrive on it. His own blood pulses as he thinks, Wriothesley, Wriothesely, Wriothesley.

Wriothesley is gentle as he pets Neuvillete’s hair. “Better?”

No. Yes. Maybe. His alpha has calmed, at least, appeased for the moment as he leans back and looks at his work. Neuvillette thumbs over teeth marks and purpling skin. “I… apologize.” He should know better, behave better.

“For what?” Wriothesley laughs and pulls Neuvillette forward by his cravat. “I do think I begged for you to take what you wanted.”

Neuvillette’s anxiety creeps him when he remembers a very specific utterance thrown out in the heat of the moment. “Wriothesley, we should talk about—”

“It’s not like I don’t know.” Wriothesely cups Neuvillette’s cheeks and drags his lips towards his. “We’ll talk about it later, though, not here. Can I have a kiss, please?”

He makes it so easy. Neuvillette’s worry sloughs off him like old scales when Wriothesley's face tilts up to press their lips together. Sweet and lingering despite their natures. Wriothesley laughs against him, teasing Neuvillette’s skin with the pad of his thumb. When they part to breathe, Wriothesley asks, “How bad do I look?”

Neuvillette clears his throat and pulls at his collar, embarrassed.

“Oh.” Wriothesley's mouth curves into a smirk. “That bad, huh?”

“It will certainly… make a statement.”

Wriothesley hums. “Plus your scent all over me—”

“It’s not as though we are a secret.”

“Well, no, but—”

“I wanted it. I am not…” Neuvillette chuckles, tugging at Wriothesley's collar. “This damned collar. I’ll have nightmares about it for days.”

“Nightmares? Or nightmares?” Wriothesley waggles his eyebrows. “Speaking of, you didn’t—”

“Later. You owe me dinner anyhow after postponing the one earlier this week.”

Wriothesely gives him a fond look, something soft and crinkled that pulls at the edges of his eyes. He kisses Neuvillette’s knuckles. “Alright. Tonight. In the meantime—” Wriothese then winces, remembering something. “Sigewinne.”

“It’s her fault. Blame her for this when she demands to bandage you up.” Neuvillette strands properly, and steps away, leaving Wriothesley leaning against his desk, still half-naked and with his dick out.

“I won’t let her,” says Wriothesely as he tugs his trousers back up. “I want others to look. I want—” He swallows underneath Neuvillette’s heated stare. “Point is I want the same thing.”

Neuvillette’s old dragon instincts chur, pleased. He lets himself steal one last kiss before leaving.

Outside, Sigewinne shoots him an offensive smirk, to which Neuvillette allows himself the rare indulgence of giving her a rude gesture in return.

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