Wriothesley X Reader Eye Of The Beholder

⛓️ Wriothesley x Reader ⛓️ Eye of the Beholder

In Fontaine’s rugged, unforgiving depths, there is no beauty to be seen by the sane traveler, unless one finds themselves with a curious fascination for filth. The ambience was dark and dreary, with only the most rusted of browns and aged of grays visible to the naked eye. Disgusting, it was, compared to the well-developed aquatic and surface regions of Fontaine and even the rest of Teyvat.

As a warden of Fontaine’s unforgiving dungeons, Wriothesley had no reason to see any sort of beauty in his surroundings. It mattered not if the convict was dressed in the finest reds or the most lowly of rags; if he caught them acting out of line or they somehow managed to slip under the noses of the wardens, he would not hesitate to hunt down the prisoners and bare his fangs. Little bark, all bite, he was known for.

On the rare chances that he did have an opportunity to rise to the surface, his poor eyesight did become somewhat of a hinderance. Under the cover of darkness, everything was in at least twenty different shades of gray. The real world as he knew it was merely blue, golden, and gray.

Through his eyes, the world was merely comprised of shades of those three colors. The rainbow of corals filling the sea and the colorful fish swimming alongside aquatic travelers were sights that Wriothesley was cursed to never behold himself. He had grown used to it, walking along the dungeons and all, but a deep part of him yearned to see the world in its full vibrance.

As you looked down from the water’s edge and found yourself engrossed in the diversity of Fontaine’s nature, Wriothesley would not share that same enthusiasm as you did. Perhaps it was due to his lack of occupancies outside of wrangling prisoners that he found no value in frivolous nature watching. You had faith, however, that if he could actually see what you were experiencing for himself, then he too, would be engrossed by the beauty of Fontaine’s upper-class regions.

He stood by a post out of habit, scanning the area around him while trying to keep his focus on your whereabouts. It was a warden’s habit to remain wary, as it was something that cannot be helped. He wasn’t too eager to hit every sightseeing location in the vicinity, but the fresh air at the very least would do his health some good. Wriothesley rarely had a chance for personal recreation, but when given the chance, he did not hesitate to accompany you on the surface for the time that he was allotted.  

Raising an eyebrow, Wriothesley asked you, “What could you possibly find so intriguing about Fontaine’s waters?”

“You just need to take a moment to have a close look for yourself. From floor to surface, its bursting with colorful life,” you said.

Wriothesley shook his head, disinterested in your frivolous observations. The world above Fontaine’s dungeons was just as dull and colorless as the one below him, and so he showed minimal interest in observing the varieties of gold and gray, something he was far too used to seeing in the underground. Silently, he rejected your invitation to observe the waters, and continued resting his body by the post where his gaze remained sharp.

How do you get someone who cannot see the full rainbow to experience life’s vividness through your eyes? Red was but a concept to him, as he was even blind to the intimidating aura of his maroon clothing. Luscious flora was not an attention grabber, with nature’s blessing of the color green being nothing more than a shade of gold to Wriothesley’s wolf-like eyes. The violet corals accenting the forests of pink and orange…to him, they all felt merely the same.

If the physical appearance of color mattered not, then you would have to resort to other methods of conveying the beauty of the world that you saw. You grabbed his arm and tugged him away from the post, dragging him to overlook the waters below. A tall, dancing bush of seagrass waved happily in the gentle current, which you had pointed out to Wriothesley.

“Look at that. What color do you see that as, exactly?”

“…Golden, diluted by a crisp ocean blue. Why do you ask?”

You shook your head, though you knew that he was answering with complete honesty and precisely what he saw from his view.

“Feels like it blends in with the rest of the world, if I’m not mistaken?” you asked.

Wriothesley nodded his head.

“Now…define it not as the golden brown you perceive it as, but more of like…as if the seagrass was brimming with the energy of mother nature herself. It radiates serenity…tranquility…an ornament to emphasize the liveliness that is Fontaine’s ecosystem. This seagrass is but a small example of what the force of life in Teyvat’s has to offer…what we are blessed to call ‘being alive.’ Serenity…peace…the sea itself, all hidden beneath the human nature of envy and illness that is part of this inevitable cycle.

He tilted his head curiously.

“Through my eyes, I simply see it as the color green. To you, however, it exists not as a sight to behold, but as a concept with meaning that the average eye could simply not do justice with sight alone.  

You pointed to a batch of branching corals not too far from the seagrass that you had observed.

“These corals,” you said. “how do they appear to you?”

“Darker than the seagrass, though still a shade golden yellow,” he stated.

“Hmmm…these corals are, in fact, quite energetic compared to their seagrass companions. They are bursting with vibrance, capturing your attention and filling you with joy as you gaze upon their tree-like structure. It’s a sense of happiness that cannot be put into words, yet it brightens you day like a warm sun during early autumn…”

Wriothesley focused on these corals as you explained how they felt, though he could feel his attention drifting from the meaning of the words to the mere sound of your voice.

“That is what I call orange. To you, it is the idea of happiness, bustling with joy and energy. Take pride in being able to embrace its luxury, for we do not appreciate its brightness until it has departed our lives.

Wriothesley seemed more attentive than before, as perhaps you had opened his eyes to the feeling of color, rather than thinking of it as something to merely see. He was scanning the water itself, both surface and floor, attempting to visualize the shades of gold that he sees as the feelings that you had described. After a few moments of observation, he pointed to a rounded coral, distinct from the branches you have described prior.

“Those?” you asked.

He nodded gently. “The rounded, lighter blue ones amongst the branched varieties…”

“The rounded corals serve as a metaphor for our imaginations. Their curious existence invokes a sense of mystery and discovery in the ones who have the honor of spotting these rarities. Nobles of both past and present would adorn themselves with these gems, limited only by their imagination; something that the lower class may not have the honor of witnessing in their lifetime. The diamonds in the rough you see here, are what I know as the color purple.”

Wriothesley had become so invested in your beautiful words, that he had lost his concentration on the truly vibrant world that his eyes were blind to. He looked down at himself, perhaps out of shame for his self-perceived dullness, then gazed out at the sea full of energetic corals and peaceful seagrass that stretched as far as the waters would allow. Nothing more than shades of gray and burnt yellow, he was doomed to see himself as.

But Wriothesley was far from what he viewed himself as. His own unique vibrance told a story in itself. It told how he had experienced years of bloodshed from such a rough occupation, how he showed passion to what was important to him, and how he had the strength to carry on despite the injuries that threatened to take his life on numerous occasions.

The dark red suit told a story in its own. Wriothesley was a tough man, but he was also full of care and compassion. By showing no mercy to those who broke the nation’s laws, he assured that the citizens of Fontaine could roam the streets freely and safely.

Wriothesley’s suit was the color of the feelings that you two had for each other.

Not to mention, the color of his face when you explained the meaning behind the red he was adorned with.

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.

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I apologize in advance for the person I'll become once we get more Wriothesley content...

Listen, Joe Zieja (his eng va) said he is a charming man and I am running with that 💀. Idk if you watch spy x family but Sigewinne is basically the Anya to his Loid 🥺

Someone said he is husky coded and honstly I see it

Some Wriothesley headcanons

~ contents: pre-fontaine wriothesley headcanons, fluff, a tiny bit suggestive

~ a/n: ever since this man was shown in the trailer, i am falling hard for him and there isn't that much written about him so I decided to make some myself even though there is not much information about him. plus this is my first time writing headcanons so i'm new to this so hopefully this isn't too rough :)

i think his animal theme is suppose to be a wolf so I see him as being the big, bad, scary wolf but really he's just a big teddy bear

a true gentleman

i can see him preferring physical affection, more than verbal affection

loves giving forehead kisses and hugs, especially hugs from behind

enjoys snuggling, especially when tired (which is often due to his work)

prefers being big spoon

tea dates

likes to tease

has fangs

likes playful biting/nipping especially on the neck

would be a caring, protective boyfriend

would ask you about your day, listen to you vent, or help you with any other troubles you may have

Sigwinne is literally his child. he spoils her, would do anything for her

probably practices boxing in his free time

My face was like this the whole time I read this 😳😩👌✨️

Thanks for the food, bestie 😩🤌✨️

Pussy eating with Wriothesley

~ content: smut, pussy eating, penetration, x female reader, pre-fontaine Wriothesley, possibly ooc?

~ a/n: wriothesley would be a master at eating pussy. he is one hungry wolf gentleman. I hope he's not too ooc from how I imagine him to be.

In the chief of police's office, all that can be heard is slurping and a woman's moans.

You're sat on his desk while he's bent down in his seat, with his face between your legs. You watch him as he goes from slurping and licking your clit to fingering your hole with his middle and ring finger. The combination causing your legs to shake and sends electricity up your spine.

You comb your fingers through your boyfriend's hair while trying to find something to hang on too as the pleasure begins to become too much.

He continues to suckle your clit while groaning from your tight grip in his hair. He stares up at you with dark, lust filled eyes. The deep, intimate eye contact making you a bit embarrassed especially considering his position of what he's doing to you at the moment. But that is soon forgotten as the pumping of his fingers gets faster and the sucking on your clit gets harsher.

Your legs try to tighten around his head, but his free hand grabs one of your legs to keep them open as the pace of his ministrations doesn't stop.

"Wr-wriothesl-sley" you whine. He smirks into your pussy as he enjoys the melody of whines that leave your mouth. His pride growing, knowing the effect he has on you.

Your head falls back, screaming as waves of pleasure finally crash over you as you squirt into your lover's mouth. He helps you ride out your mind-breaking orgasm. You come down from your high but not for long until you begin to shake and whine from the overstimulation as Wriothesley continues to clean up all your juices.

He finally removes his mouth from your pussy, gasping and breathing heavily, but not without leaving a faint bite on the inside of your thigh.

You gaze at him through cloudy eyes as he rises to his feet. You notice the lust in his eyes and look down at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his constricting pants.

You find the strength to push your upper body off of his desk and move your hands to the belt of his pants. You begin unbuckling until hands gently grab your hands to halt your movements. You look up at Wriothesley.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he scans your eyes.

You lovingly gaze back as you go to grab his tie instead. Pulling slightly to bring him close to your face.

"I'm sure. I want more. I want your cock inside me."

You close the distant between the two of you by pulling further on his tie causing your lips to meet for a passionate kiss.

You two pull away as he stands up straight, letting go of your hand, giving you permission to continue.

You smile and go back to unbuckling his belt while he watches you.

Pulling down his pants a bit, his hot cock frees from its confines. He slightly inhales as the cool air hits his cock. You admire his cock, always loving how pretty his cock is. It was about 8 inches, thick girth, pink tip with a couple of veins lining around it. There was also a patch of black and grayish hair above it.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the warmth of your hand comforting to him.

You give his cock a few pumps until he grabs your hand again, stopping your ministrations. He gently pushed you down onto his desk. With one hand holding both of your wrist down, his other hand grabbed his shaft to aline it to your hole. He pauses, silently asking you for permission to enter.

You nod your head. He slowly pushes inside, enjoying the your tightness. You tense up a bit. No matter how many times you two have done this, your pussy struggled taking his thick cock.

He stops half way, letting go of your wrists. Instead, he wraps your arms around his neck and kisses your cheek. He whispers in your ear, "Relax, my love." He then kisses and suckles on your neck. The acts of affection and comfort helping the pain ease.

After a few more moments of waiting, you wrap your legs around his hips, mumbling "more".

He moves to your face and kisses you. He proceeds to bottom out into you, causing you to moan into the kiss.

He begins to move at a steady pace. You break the kiss as you moan and gasps.

He watches your expressions as his pace begins to speed up. His name falling from your lips like a melody, unleashing something deep within him.

He growls. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you and begins to pound into you. Surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor, your head falls back and your moans get louder, turning into screams of pleasure. He growls with each harsh thrust.

He could feel you tighten more around him, indicating your oncoming orgasm. He leans down, sinking his canines into your neck. Not hard enough to pierce the skin but enough to send signals of slight pain down your spine. The pain from his bite turning into added pleasure as your eyes glaze over and you shake, your orgasm finally overtaking you.

His rough pounding doesn't cease one bit as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You have no time to recover from your orgasm until another wave of pleasure begins to crawl over you.

"You're gonna come again. Go ahead and come for me," he chuckles with his charming voice.

You barely hear him while your second orgasm overcomes your senses. You moan loudly.

"Give me one more. You can do that right?" he asks.

Unable to get any words out, you slightly nod your head. He smirks. "My good little mouse."

He grabs the back of you thighs, pushing them to your chest. He continues his relentless pounding, grunting as he watches his cock move in and out of you.

Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, head becoming dizzy with pleasure.

"Gonna breed my cute little mouse with my cum. You want that, right?" One of his hands goes to your button, putting pressure, adding too much stimulation, causing you to tighten more around him.

"To-too much wrio," you mewl, a few tears escaping your eyes.

His thrusts start to become sloppy, until you feel him filling you up. This causes you to fall over the edge for the final time, squirting onto his cock. His cum becoming too much that it begins to overflow and leak out. He growls as his hips still, eyes closed in pleasure.

He lets go of your thighs, gently picking you up off of his desk. He takes a few steps back, softly landing on his chair with you on his lap. With one arm around your back, his other hand is gently stroking your hair.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away there."

You've calmed down by now, being able to finally speak clear words. You giggle. "Yeah, sorta like a beast was released."

"I can't help the effect you have on me. You drive me crazy sometimes with lust and love. It's hard to control it seeing you look as beautiful as you do."

You blush and pull away a bit so you're able to see his face. His cheeks are slightly tinted, unsure whether its from the passionate session you just had, the words he just said, or both.

After a moment of silence, he cups your cheek and opens his mouth to speak the three words that always make your heart race.

"I love you."

Your eyes widen a bit, blush deepening. He wasn't really one to say those words so openly often. But you knew when he did say them, he truly meant them. You smile.

"I love you too."

A small smile graces his handsome features. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

"Wriothesley, always a charming gentleman."