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The Chain Game

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Brainrot into one-shot fanfiction

Rating = 18+

Word Count: 2,253 Words

There, in the cool of the darkness Alastor was on his knees. Tight chains binding his legs and his wrists; solidly to his back.  His long ears worked separately back and forth; side to side as he tried to orient himself. These shadows surrounding him were not his own and they were not his friends.

“Now,” A voice came from the dark. “Are we ready to begin?”

A flare of red; bright wide eyes appearing from the black as the shadows were cast aside; slithering outward. Lucifer stepping into their midst; red eyes aglow, tall, twisting horns rising high above his head, all six wings outstretched wide behind him.  

Alastor’s grin widened, eyes sharp, and narrowed on the King.

“How about a game?” Lucifer asked him. “The prize is your release. The rules: I ask you a question. If you answer honestly, I take a chain away. If you refuse to answer or if you dare to lie to me, I’ll add another.”

Alastor’s smile tightened; he tested his restraints but there was no give.

“So,” Lucifer began, “Why are you here, Alastor? What is keeping you at the hotel?”

“Heh,” Alastor gave a breathy laugh. “The entertainment. Truly.”

“A lie.” Lucifer said coldly. There was a hissing as a long black chain uncoiled and slid from the surrounding darkness; it slithered loudly across the cool, smooth floor and wound its way around Alastor like a snake, tightening across his chest. Heat burned from its links. These were no heavenly bonds; these chains were cast from brimstone.

“We’ll try again. You made a deal with Charlie.” Lucifer told him. “What do you intend to ask of her?”

Alastor said nothing: his eyes never leaving the King’s, ever smiling.

“Hm.” Lucifer watched him as another chain came slinking from the dark. “You’re doing quite poorly. You might have found your freedom already had you played your cards right.” The second chain coiled around Alastor, sliding into place just opposite of the last. Alastor suppressed a sharp hiss as the links tightened, burning skin despite his suit.

“You were gone from Hell for quite some time…were you not?” Lucifer gave him a cold smile.

Lucifer was offering him an easy one now; a simple ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ would suffice.  Alastor refused to take the bait laid out for him. The answer was an obvious enough one; he’d lose more answering it than he would gain.

“What, is it your Majesty? Afraid I might disappear again? Afraid you might miss me-?” Alastor hadn’t quite finished the question when a large, heavy black shackle shot from the darkness and closed around his throat. This time, he couldn’t help the air leaving his lungs as he gasped; the brimstone collar searing his throat.

“That wasn’t an answer.” Lucifer told him, holding the long and winding end of chain attached to the burning shackle.

“Now, tell me,” Lucifer wound the chain in his hands; tightening it so that the brimstone pressed tighter to Alastor’s neck, burning him more.

“Who owns you?”

Laughter bubbled up from deep in Alastor’s chest, cackles erupting from his insane smile.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Lucifer asked him, placing more pressure on the chain and stretching Alastor’s neck painfully.

“I-“ Alastor was still laughing, “I can’t!” His body was shaking, jerking from the hysterical fit he was having.

A black chain had begun its way to him, slithering quickly to stop and pause just before touching his legs. The chain slowly slid back; being pulled straight back into the darkness. One of the chains wrapped tightly around Alastor’s chest loosened and then followed it. The relief from just one chain removing itself from him was incredible.

“That at least was an honest answer.” Lucifer told him. “But even with that, I’m afraid you’ve lost our game.”

The chain remaining across Alastor’s chest pulled back sharply, yanking him onto his back. Bringing up the slack to the chain that shackled his throat; Lucifer pulled it tight. The chain encircling Alastor’s legs let go, slithering upward along his back to wind itself so that it formed a tight connection from the chain that still held his wrists to the brimstone wrapped about his neck. Before Alastor could get his legs beneath him and gain some ground; Lucifer pushed him back down with a boot; pressing it firmly into the radio demon’s chest.

Gasping again, Alastor bared his teeth; ears curling and laying flat as he glared up the tight links of chain and into Lucifer’s red, glowing eyes.

“Well, this is becoming quite problematic for you.” Lucifer told him; “You seem to be actually enjoying this.”

Lucifer’s boot left his chest, moving now so that he was stepping into the inside of Alastor’s left leg; angling it so that a noticeable bulge was fully exposed at the seam of his pants. Shifting the boot, he slid it so that it rested just against the tent in the fabric.  

A growl was building in Alastor’s throat when the chains were noisily moving again; this time they dragged him upward so that he was standing before Lucifer; he could comfortably set and stand with his feet down but the chains were fully supporting his weight.

“What were the words you used earlier?” Lucifer asked him; not looking at him now but looking at the growing bulge at his crotch. “Your Majesty…?” He looked up at Alastor; a wickedly suggestive smile spreading across his face.

Growling, Alastor twisted against and tested his chains. There was a sudden release of his wrists, the chain falling away briefly. He pulled his arms apart and brought his hands forward before the chain had regained its hold, this time tightening around his wrists and yanking his arms upwards.

“Fuck.” He twisted and yanked; finding no release this time.

 “Oh, but it looks like you are quite happy to see me, Alastor, standing before you like this…” Lucifer told him, eyes at his crotch again. He had released the chain from Alastor’s collar, letting it hang freely now. “I suppose you could just be hiding something from me just there, but I have my doubts.”

He placed a hand at Alastor’s waist, the other lightly touching where the fabric was being pressed outward, a clawed finger slowly circling the spot.

 Alastor had stopped struggling against the burning chains; focusing instead on trying to control what his body was doing; trying to control his breathing.

“I better check…just to be sure.” Lucifer spoke quietly, the hand at Alastor’s waist sliding along the waistband of his pants, a claw hooking the edge and pulling. His other hand slid between the fabric and Alastor’s skin, fingers closing around his still-growing member.

At his touch, Alastor’s breathing was slowly turning into sharp pants. He wasn’t just burning from the brimstone now. “Ah…” He gasped. “Your majesty…”

“Well, that didn’t take long.” Lucifer told him. Pulling Alastor’s enlarged cock out, he held it firm in his hand; rubbing his thumb along the slit, spreading pre-cum all along the tip.

Alastor’s body shuddered and he started panting even more heavily now.

“Fuck, Alastor.” Lucifer continued to move his thumb along the tightening skin, softly pressing into stiffening muscle. “This thing is huge and throbbing. When is the last time someone actually touched you?”

Alastor’s hips jerked; his face had reddened and his skin had taken on a soft sheen. He was absolutely quivering now. “Please…your majesty…”

“Well, I suppose I should reward you for finding some manners.” Lucifer said, closing his hand fully around Alastor’s shaft now. “Offer you at least some release.” Placing his free hand on Alastor’s shoulder he began pumping his penis.

Alastor’s head went back; his heavy panting racking his body as his hips began thrusting. His dick quickly stiffened in the King’s hand; spraying cum. He felt his knees give out beneath him but the chains holding him were tightening and moving him again.

He was pulled back; chains fully releasing his hands now and sliding into the dark. But, the chains wound around his chest and shackled to his neck remained; holding him fast, and away from the King.

Lucifer stood where Alastor had been; licking the cum from off of his fingers. Alastor’s body shuddered briefly before his eyes burst into green; his antlers growing and reaching wide.

“I thought that might send you into a rut.”  Lucifer told him.

Alastor was snarling now; ears pulled flat against his head. His eyes were wide with a ravenous and feral hunger.

“You are quite powerful, aren’t you.” Lucifer casually noted. “I have you in the strongest chains in Hell and you are still a bit of a problem. I bet you have power that even you haven’t tapped into yet.” He laughed. “It was very lucky for Adam that you made your little mishap when he faced you; I believe you actually could give me some grief even…under the right circumstances.”    

Alastor’s snarl deepened.

“You’re going to have to get more of a grip on yourself before I let you touch me.” Lucifer told him, smoothly shifting his form so that his horns and wings were no longer present. 

Alastor’s ears lifted slightly, one twitching briefly. His snarl was dying in his throat; some of the craziness leaving his eyes now.

Lucifer was slipping out of his suit jacket; unbuttoning his shirt.  

Alastor watched him with bright green eyes, quiet now. His ears were perked; twisted forward. His hair rising in his excitement, antlers still branching out, long and tall. 

The chain to Alastor’s collar slid across the floor and into Lucifer’s hand. He pulled it taut; matching eyes with Alastor now.

“If you bite the absolute shit out of me, I’ll put a muzzle on that pretty face of yours.” Lucifer told him.

Alastor smiled widely, exposing his teeth, salivating.

“You’re much too excited for this.” Lucifer told him. He loosened the waistband to his pants. Reaching inside, he pulled himself out, holding the large penis in his hand.

Alastor’s eyes widened; his smile growing.

“What, you didn’t think I wasn’t going to give you anything to work with?” Lucifer asked him.

Not saying anything, Alastor knelt to the floor; his eyes never leaving Lucifer.

Lucifer, the chain still in-hand, pulled him forward. Alastor, his eyes ever on the King, slowly crawled to him and then raised himself up onto his knees so that he was level with Lucifer’s waist.

Lucifer met his conduct in kind with the inside of one wrist, offering it to him openly.

“You won’t hear this when I tell you…” Lucifer was saying, as Alastor bit sharply into the skin; hot golden blood dripping from around his lips. “But, you will want to take it easy with that it’s….” Alastor started to sway drunkenly. “Potent.”

He grabbed Alastor by the base of an antler; steadying him. Gold seeped from the corners of the radio demon’s mouth. The chain encircling Alastor’s chest came loose, letting go and pulling itself into the dark.

“Even at that,” Lucifer was saying, removing Alastor’s suit jacket from his torso. “You’re more of a lightweight than I expected.” He tossed the jacket, shirt, bowtie – all to the side. His smokey skin was painted in scars; red hot chain-links branded into the canvas.

Alastor’s swaying had stopped. His clawed hands finding either side of the King’s hips. Tilting his head so that he was watching Lucifer watch him, he brought his face close to the erect penis. Using his tongue, he licked the shaft; beginning at the root and working toward the tip. Lucifer’s grip left Alastor’s antler; fingers burying and twisting into the long, soft fur between both pedicles.

Lengthening his tongue; Alastor followed the shaft back down, then allowing it to elongate even more he slithered it along the base of the engorged tissue, wrapping and coiling it firmly around the quivering cock. Small, soft barbs from his tongue pressed into the sensitive skin; sending a barrage of sensation down the stalk.

“Fuck!” Lucifer gasped at the stimulation; nearly doubling over.

Eyes still watching the King, Alastor worked his tongue so that with it wrapped firmly in place; it was pushing and pulling Lucifer into coming undone. Pre-cum flooded his taste buds and with one final pull he had Lucifer’s cock fully in his mouth.

“Ah…” Lucifer groaned, hips thrusting; his hand a tight fist in Alastor’s hair.

Alastor met his thrusts, taking the penis deep into his throat; his tongue coiling and uncoiling all throughout. He was burning again; a dull, throbbing heat aching in his own groin again. He felt the King stiffening in his mouth; felt the sharp jerking of muscle just before the release -

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Alastor jerked awake.

“Everything ok?” Followed by a sleepy yawn. “Fuck, what time is it?”

The room was pitch black; then a bedside light came on.

“Uh…I might have a small problem.” Alastor said, shifting awkwardly in the bed.

“WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL IS THAT!?” Lucifer exclaimed loudly.

“Said problem.” Alastor replied. “You, uh…want to help me with the solution or shall I work this one out myself?”

“I’ve never seen it get that big.” Lucifer was saying. “It won’t bite me will it?”

“Oh, for fuck-“

“I thought you didn’t get so…excited…about stuff with this…kind of stuff.”

“I didn’t say it NEVER happened!” Alastor snapped.

“Are you going to tell me what you were dreaming about?” Lucifer asked.

“No.” Alastor told him. “I think you have enough ideas. But, you can do that thing with my tail again. ”

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Brainrot credit:

@De Bergerac

The Masochism Tango

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SO MUCH FUN

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ৎ⸝⸝⠀EATING YOU OUT ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x fem reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. face sitting. edging. overstimulation. oral sex. toys usage. sub/power sub reader. praise kink. fingering. squirting. vox pleasuring himself while desperately eating you out. calling vox a 'good boy'. pretend that val has a nose here. #summary : just them enjoying their time with their face stuck up in between your legs. #note : feels like i have nobody else to write for but, oh well.

ʚ LUCIFER .

your fingers grip lucifer's blonde locks tightly, legs shaking on either side of his head. his forked tongue moves skillfully thrusting into you, hungrily gathering every drop of your juice onto his tastebuds. he groans at the taste, the vibration sending straight to your core which earns another moan that spills from your lips. the eyes of his glow in the weakly dim room, peering at your face from between your legs.

"my, aren't you a delicious one." he coos against your puffy lips before pressing his lips against them. he exaggeratedly sucked on them before releasing, his ears blessed by your high-pitched moans while his hands hold your legs apart by your thighs. lucifer draws his tongue out and licks a long stripe down your clit, teasing for a short moment before thrusting his tongue into your entrance once again.

your hold on his hair only grew stronger, face growing more flushed as you threw your head back in pleasure. your vision starts blurring up from the tears that gather around your eyes, feeling your body burn from how close you are.

of course lucifer knows you're close; he knew the moment your inner walls clenched around his slithery tongue tighter than they did before. your hips involuntarily rock against his tongue, pushing yourself further onto his face with trembling muscles. watching this made him chuckle as he allowed you to push yourself closer to him.

"pretty girl, gonna cum for me?" you nod the moment he says those words, triggering the coil to break faster than before. he groans lowly at how soaked you're getting, doing his best to not let a single drop escape from his hungry tongue. with a loud breath sucked into your throat, orgasm hits you like a strong wave that flows throughout your body.

you moan to the point where your voice cracks ever so slightly. lucifers lap your juices clean, patiently helping you to calm down from your intense high with lazy draw of lines of his tongue. once you're done, he presses a light kiss onto your clit before climbing up from your legs. his mouth and chin glisten from your release as a grin sits on his face, the sight alone making your face burn further.

ʚ ALASTOR .

how many times have you been denied release now? you've lost count. your head is clouded with desperation to finally break, yet this demon here is stopping you from doing so over and over again. with a frustrated cry, you open your eyes to gaze at alastor all teary, only to find him taking his sweet time with his lips pressed against your clit. "please, alastor.. w-wanna cum.." you barely managed to hold back a hiccup, a soft mewl rolling off your tongue.

you can feel his grin growing against you, his face pulling away which made you whine. his tongue draws out to lick around his lips, finger sneakily moving to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves of yours. "is that so?" you nod desperately, moaning at his touch in hopes of being able to convince him. he doesn't reply with any words but a smile, slowly lowering his face back to where it was.

"be careful what you wish for, my dear." he whispered before ramming to digits into your hole, your warm, gummy walls instantly tightening around them. your back arches off the bed as your eyes roll, a hand instinctively moving to his hair to tug on it. the burn on his scalp made him groan against your clit as well as his cock throbbing in the confinements of his pants.

alastor's tongue moves sloppily against your soaked clit; it was more than enough to make your body tremble especially with his fingers carelessly abusing your pretty hole. his fingers always work like magic, never once missing that sweet spot buried deep inside of you once they figure out where exactly it is.

you came without getting the chance to tell him, the back of your head pressing hard onto the bed sheets. you choke on your moans while struggling to breathe properly; alastor isn't giving you a break just yet. his maintains the speed of his tongue and fingers as you try to push his head away weakly. "too much- mnh-!"

"too much?" alastor chuckles, almost mocking your words. he withdraws his face but not his fingers, slowly sinking his teeth into the skin of your thigh while sucking on it. "we're not done just yet, darling."

ʚ VOX .

"yeah? you enjoy me sitting on your face?" you grip the headboard tightly, doing your best to maintain upwards as vox works his tongue on your clit. he moans against you at your words, his hand moving to stroke his leaking cock with a slight squeeze. despite your attitude, you can't deny how good his tongue is at targeting exactly where your weak spots are.

moans slip from your lips, your noises only causing vox's hips to thrust up into his hand. you chuckle weakly which soon gets cut off by another moan, your grip on the headboard gradually growing weak. you keep your gaze on his face, occasionally turning your head to glance over your shoulder, to see him pleasure himself and those pathetic whines of his. you breathe out a small 'good boy' at the sight.

vox groans loudly at the praise, his tongue now matching the pace of the hand on his member. his breath is hot against your soaked crotch, the increased speed only causing your legs to stumble. "fuck, vox," you whine with a sweet tone, resting your head against the headboard; the sole item that supports your body to stay upright.

he hums in return, the heavy breath signaling that he's close to his own release. you're no different, feeling the coil in your stomach crumbling with every thrust of his tongue. you huff as you gaze down at him, meeting his silent desperate plea for release. you keep your eyes fixated on his while grinding against his face, dangling the sweet release right in front of him.

you only grant him permission once you're close enough, feeling your whole body shudder as release consumes you. you screw your eyes shut, listening to vox's low groans. he lifts his hips up from the bed sheet, white strings of hot seed decorating his stomach. while you're trying to catch your breath, you notice vox's gaze on you as he slowly speaks with a shaky, muffled voice.

"please.. can i put it in you now?"

ʚ VALENTINO .

valentino's workplace is practically filled with nothing but the smell of your sweat, your sweet noises, and the buzzing sound of a vibrator. the lower half of your body is raised high from the couch, high enough to reach his face as he stands by the edge, a leg of his folded up on the plush couch. his pairs of arms hold your body firmly.

the vibrator is pressed against your sensitive bud, his long tongue twisting and turning inside of you. you squirm under his hold, hands still struggling to find a suitable place for you to hold onto because of the position you're put in. your mind is clouded, drool slowly rolling down from your lips while struggling to keep yourself from turning into more of a mess than you already are.

"looking so pretty like this, amorcito." his nose is pressed up against your clit, the liquid coating his skin as he moans at the feeling. your body shivers, feeling heat crawl up onto your face partially from how embarrassing this position is. you're fully exposed in the air as he enjoys your taste right there, not paying any mind the both of you are in his workplace with the potential of being seen and heard.

"val.. put me- down.." your voice is nearly quiet from the continuous pleasure you're receiving. valentino scoffs, ignoring your pleas without stopping his tongue. his teeth graze against your skin, the small worry of him biting into you causes you to whimper while digging your nails into one of the arms that's holding your body.

perhaps it's because you're overly clouded by pleasure, you didn't notice him reaching for the small controller that's attached to the vibrator and swiping it all the way up. the sudden strong vibration made you cry out loud, the heel of your foot digging into his shoulder, toes curled. you shake your head, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. "no, w-wait, hngh! i'm gonna-"

you didn't even manage to finish your sentence before being fully consumed by a strong orgasm. you squirt as your legs shake violently against his hold, vision turning white while valentino watches with a grin. he slightly removes the vibrator from your now extra-sensitive bud, allowing you to calm down from your high. with a sense of pride and satisfaction sitting in his chest, he licks around your spasming pussy for a taste.

"didn't know my baby could put up such a show. do it once more for me, will ya?"

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this is for my dear mootie @dragon-spaghetti 's dtiys MAY THE HUSKERDUST GODS FOREVER BLESS YOU

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How do you handle your radio demon? 📻👹

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The #cursedcatalastor is all over Twitter so Alastor is making good use of his new army 😌

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Dads 🤭🤭🍎📻💜

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Lo and behold!! im back 😭

had work and then other life shit but we poppin now!

this was my girlfriends request,,, aka @berdteeth :)) love you bb ❤️💜❤️

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Hi there, what kind of kisser do you think Wriothesley is? (this is absolutely not an excuse to request a scenario about making out with him nope nope nope <:3)

Although he looks pretty rough and bad boy-ish, I feel like he is actually a lot softer than one would expect (from the calming music in his office and the way he was so so gentle with the kid hhhhh)

OOOUGHIASD OKAY OKAY HOLDONNN 👀👀

A bit suggestive???? Like;;; I mean dude they make out lmao but there's no indication or even a suggestion of it going any further than kissing, so afaik i don't think i need to put an age restriction

When Wriothesley kisses you, he kisses like he wants to savor you. A tender hand on your cheek, another on your waist. He holds you steady and presses you close to his chest, but makes sure that his grip isn't one that leaves you bruised later. He's gentle as he guides your head to face him. Pale blue eyes barely ever leave your own— only in quick, short bursts to glance at your lips, before he looks back at you.

"This okay?" He always murmurs gently. Stills his hand, so that his breath only brushes your lips. He's sweet to you, waits for your answer patiently with the blush high on his cheeks. Be it a nod, or a soft yes, he always always always waits for your permission. And when you give it? His lips are meeting yours, pulling a sweet sound from your throat.

Wriothesley is never hurried— he kisses you leisurely, sweetly. Not to say he's not eager, though. His lips mesh and press against yours and pulls you until your chest is crushed against his. He takes his time with you. His arm curls around your waist, and your hands find their place in his hair, carding through dark spikey strands. He sighs whenever you scratch his scalp, and you swallow his breath greedily.

The hand that cups your face tilts you when he's had enough of small, sweet kisses. Tilts you just so, so that when Wriothesley detaches from your lips for just a quick second to press a kiss to your nose then dives right back in, the kiss feels deeper. Languid still, yes, but he's more intense now. There's a newfound hunger in his kisses, as he devours your lips, as if he's been starving and you're the only thing that can sate him.

When his arm squeezes just enough to pull a gasp from your lips, it is Wriothesley's turn to swallow it greedily, returning it with what sounds like a whine of his own. He's gentle in how he handles you, even in his growing hast to crush his lips against yours and pull the breath from your lungs.

"This has to be a dream," He murmurs when he parts from you, panting as he tries to gulp down air. You're no better, leaning against his chest, boneless in the aftermath of his affection. Wriothesley cradles you against him, runs a hand over your back soothingly as he holds you. "You're too perfect to be real," he says, half-joking, and you weakly smack his chest. You doubt he even feels it.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me again," you demand. With a breathless chuckle, the Duke happily obliges, all too happy to take up your attention once more.

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Wriothesley x Reader x Neuvillette 

Thinking what Neuvillette and Wriothesley would be like if they were married to you (and it's just amazing) 

(No warnings, fluff, Wriothesley x Neuvillette x Reader)

I hope you like it~ good reading~

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They would be super loving, both with each other and with you, they would do their best to always have you close by, they would take care of you when you were sick and even in your sleep they are very sweet…

Someday Wriothesley and Neuvillette arrive home together, they met on the way and came together looking forward to seeing your face shining when they got home.

The sky that was previously raining dissipated as soon as Neuvillette took Neuvillette's hand, but the sky was still very cloudy... He needed something else.

The two tall men unlocked the door and entered, they found you lying on the sofa reading a book - it was your week off, so nothing better than indulging in some hobbies - Neuvillette's gaze stayed on you and he came walking towards you very quickly - almost running - and grabbed you in a tight hug after a really bad day.

Wriothesley let out a laugh and I walked over to you and Neuvillette, gave you both a kiss and leaned over to see the window. The sky was clearer than ever.

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𐙚 prison princess. wriothesley

𐙚 smut ; afab!reader , degradation (use of bitch, slut, pretty girl) , feral wriothesley , choking .

water droplets and clanking chains reverberated throughout the room. masking as much as possible the collision of yours and the inmates' skins.

wriothesley was harsh in his pounding thrusts on your pretty puffed out pussy, never missing a single beat to maul over your sweet spot. his rough hand had a tight grip on your hair while the other was placed over your mouth. thick fingers inside for you to taste your own juices from his previous teasing as well as a means to keep your voice at bay.

drool seeped out from wriothesley's muzzle, setting on your half-naked back. he was a troubled prisoner for sure, one that you as a prison guard had to punish due to his reckless behavior. though he charmed you enough to let yourself be at his mercy.

you reached out to take your keys and throw them at the criminal for him to take off the muzzle. you wanted to hear more, what his voice sounded like, what his thoughts formed into words were like.

"such a whiney little bitch..." he huffed, throwing that god forsaken speech impediment tool out of his mouth once the keys unlocked it. "this cute little cunt feels like home, milking me to the fullest."

"tell me pretty girl," the hand on your mouth moved to hold its place around your neck, squeezing its sides. the vision holder ecstasies himself on how your pussy walls welcomed him in deeper once he begins to apply pressure. "do you tease your pretty clit think'n bout me throughout your breaks?"

your own drool crept at the corners of your mouth as you tried your best to relay a cohesive answer. though you only projected mewls and moans to the best of your capabilities. "bet the other fuckers locked here will be jealous, should i show them who you belong to now?"

such possessive words made you reach your all-time high, while marveling on wriothesley's thick, veiny cock twitch, tease, pound and stretch you out to his delight on the cold table.

"i know now," he mused, icy blue eyes staring down at your fucked out figure, "i'll mark you as my cute slut." his thrusts became erratic from there on out. rutting himself while in your high, stringing along words to encourage you to keep him satisfied.

it was not his sole mission to cum inside you. no, not yet at least. with a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled out from you and made you face him as milky white strings began to paint along your pelvis and stomach. some droplets landing on your chest as well.

"don't even think of cleaning yourself up." he whispered, setting you on his lap before putting your clothes back on.

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“How many times should I tell you to be careful, your grace?”

Wriothesley hissed as you tightened the bandage wrapping around his arm. He chuckles “What? Worried about me?” You rolled your eyes “No. I just need you to stop coming to my office so much” 

“Awh, but don’t you like having me in your office?” 

You clicked your tongue, applying some ointment on his forehead “Your presence is quite a nuisance, your grace” Seriously, you were indeed the only one in the fortress of Meropide who could insult the duke without getting any trouble. 

Meanwhile, Sigewinne and an inmate couldn’t help but sweatdrop by the growing tension between you two.

“T-Thank you nurse Sigewinne, I-I’ll get going now!”

“Doctor, I’ll be going too, there are some things I need to do” Sigewinne waved her goodbyes as she rushed outside (to give you two some privacy) leaving you two alone in the room.

As you were about to get more bandages, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

“Still mad at me?” You huffed and turned to look at him, ruffling his hair “Not really…But can you please stop coming into my office with injuries? I know that you’re so much more capable than that!” 

He laughs “This is not a laughing matter, Wriothesley! I mean it”

Wriothesley took your hand and placed it on his cheek “I know, just wanted to see that’s all” Now you get where he is going with this. He doesn’t want anyone knowing why he goes to your office so often if it means he’ll get injuries just to see you, then he’s fine with it.

"I hate seeing you injured like this.."

"Didn't I already say sorry, sweetheart?"

Geez, now he's just trying to get on your nerves.

You sighed and took his knuckles on your lips, placing a small kiss “Still hurts?” You rubbed his knuckles.

You chuckled seeing his cheeks with a dust of pink. That was until Wriothesley pulled up one of his infamous smirks.

“Ah yeah…my lips also hurt”

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wriothesley’s reaction when you yank his tie?

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"Daring today, are we?" Wriothesley asks, sharp smile and narrowed eyes —daring you to do something further— so very close to your face. His red tie is in your hand, wrapped around your fist, and the reason why he's close enough that you can see the flecks of green and grey in his eyes.

"Maybe you're just not daring enough," you goad. You give another sharp tug, and it surprises him enough that he jolts an inch forward. When he rights himself, the glint in his eye promises that if you keep this up, you'll be in for it later.

His hands move to your waist, wrapped palms warm where they hold you in his grip. Wriothesley retaliates by dragging you forward (you do not yelp in surprise. You don't) until you feel the beat of his heart in his chest. He smells so good— something masculine, like some cologne, paired with his own natural smell of sweat and whatever tea he had that morning. It's addicting.

"You still want to keep the attitude, honey?" He asks, voice a low rumble. You feel the vibrations travel from his chest through yours, spreading through your entire body and making you fucking tremble. Your teeth clench, and you pointedly look away from him, hoping he can't tell the way blood rushes to your face. His red tie falls from your hands, fluttering limply in the air before settling once more.

Wriothesley leans forward, lips brushing your ear, hands clutching at you and holding you close. He's so warm. "Good choice," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. If he wasn't holding you up, you think your knees would have turned to jelly.

As if he knows it, the bastard smirks —you can't even see it, the way his cheek is pressed against yours, but you can feel it. Feel the smugness and triumph that oozes from him— and blows where his lips had just been. Makes you fucking shake like a leaf in his hold.

"Now," he says, more to himself than you. "Just what should I do with you, sweetheart?"

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nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader.

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wriothesley binding your wrists with his tie is all well and good...

but what about when he ties it around your ankles before lifting them in the air? his leaking cock bounces when he catches sight of your swollen pussy lips sticking out between the fat of your trembling thighs. he's got a firm grip on the makeshift restraint, keeping your legs up when they want to give out. with his free hand he guides his cock to your slit, spreading your wet lips open around his fat tip as he slowly pushes inside you. you cry out at the fullness of the stretch, your legs shaking on his shoulder as he wraps his hands over your hips to steady you.

"fuck, so warm and tight, baby..." wrio groans, working his cock in deeper with slow thrusts until his heavy balls are pressing against your taint. "gonna fuck my shape into you..."

he fucks you long and hard, making you twist and white-knuckle the fabric beneath you, your eyes rolling back as his strong thighs slap into you. holding his shirt up with his teeth and your ankles together with his tie, the duke watches while your wet, puffy lips suck and give on his creamy, thick length.

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A most delightful first day.

Wherein you, a new nurse for the Fortress of Meropide, have quite the interesting meeting with the flirtatious Duke and Prison Warden, Wriothesley, only you find ouf much later he's the duke, and the interesting meeting unravels quickly into much more.

cws : fastburn? like the opposite of slowburn basically bc im impatient. violence, not described in detail but wriothesley gets injured pretty bad so like. also suggestive at the end. if you find i should add more warnings please tell me

a/n : not beta read im sorry i abandoned this in the middle of writing then had the urge to come back. please tell me if theres any mistakes

wc : 3.2k

Now that all the trivial paperwork was out of the way and you were finally recognized as a nurse affiliated with the Fortress of Meropide, it was just the meeting with the Duke that was left. roaming around searching for him wasn't the best option— hell, it was probably the worst out of all of them. but what else were you supposed to do? ask someone? ...surely the Duke would send for you if you lingered here long enough no? but then again, you don't know what the duke was like, maybe he'd reprimand you for arriving late instead, so you thought to not take any risks, and simply ask the next person you see. it's your first day of work anyway, so it wouldn't be too bad to engage with people you'll be seeing on the daily now either.

Not soon after spotting a young man who seemed to have quite the height, a somewhat tan skin tone and seemed to be in possession of woah? a vision? in a place like this, was kind of a surprise to you. Nevertheless, you approached that man to ask of the duke's office, only for him to be the one to start conversation.

"Hey, you must be the new nurse, right? It's a pleasure to have you, I'm Wriothesley, D-"

"Could you please take me to the Duke 's office, wriothesley?" you didn't realise until it was too late that he was going to say something after,but since he didn't seem to mention it either, how about just move on?

A little chuckle managed to escape his lips, followed by a "Sure I can." to your question. On the way there to his office, he asked you an array of questions, like why you were here, what made you work here, yada yada, but most importantly, he said, "The Duke's honestly a menace. I wouldn't get too close to him if I were you." now, you won't lie to yourself, that did make you much more interested in that duke than you previously were.

And in no time did you reach the Duke's office. Wriothesley lead the way up the stairs of what seemed to be the most grand part of the fortress, asking if you want to have tea with him later after you're done talking to the duke, which you politely declined, not because you didn't like the man—he was quite fun, yes, but tea? that awfully bitter liquid isn't entering your body anytime soon. not with wriothesley, not even with the duke.

now here we are, up the stairs and finally near the, what you assumed to be, the Duke's desk. But the duke isn't there. on the desk nor anywhere near. up until Wriothesley sits down on his chair and speaks,

"Here is the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide,Wriothesley. Though i prefer if you called me 'Your Grace' instead, people here usually refer to me as such. Please, feel free to ask any questions you have, I have already asked mine."

Oh, OH—

"Oh sir i- Your Grace i am so very sorry!! Really i- That time.. I shouldn't have cut you off.. Again, im really sorry!"

While you're worried sick, Mister Wriothesley here, or rather His Grace, is laughing his ass off. Does he find joy seeing you like this? well, whatever. When his laughing fit finally ends, and he sighs "Oh dear", and hes now looking at you, waiting earnestly for you to speak and break the silence. Unfortunately for him.. you're far too indulged staring at that pretty face of his, not remembering you were just asked if you had any inquiries by him. and so his voice beams once more,

"So....? Any questions?"

"Oh. Sorry, I got distracted, wri- Your grace, I don't." you knew it was best to call him by what everyone else calls him by, but 'Wriothesley', though you spoke for very little time, just came out easier.

"Really? well, okay" his answer was quite non chalant, because obviously, why would he want to be asked questions anyway, but it didn't seem like him— "I'm honestly surprised you have nothing to ask about." and there it is.

"No really, I don't want to bother you anymore. I shall take my leave, Please, Have a good day your grace." you excused yourself out that awkward situation somehow, and soon after heard a faint "You're not a bother y'know!~" from his side.

Cut to 2 a.m. in the morning next day, and you're in the infirmary cleaning glass jars, while the Head Nurse is probably sleeping her time away in the overworld. Not that you were jealous, but really, no soul here gets injured that seriously *ever*,yet this one garde told you you still need to stay awake the whole night. However odd that was, it was definitely not odder than— you stopped thinking the instant you felt a pair of hands creeping up to your waist, scaring you into dropping that poor glass jar and shrieking for your life, only for the owner of those hands to shut you up with one of the very hands that was on your waist just a moment ago.

"Oh c'mon.. You're in a prison of all places. Should you not be the least bit aware of your surroundings? who knows what might happen any moment... I wouldn't like to lose my new nurse so quick." and detaching his hand from your mouth, not that that could garner a response from you... what did he mean by "his nurse" anyway ? was this an attempt at flirting ? whatever it was, it was not much of your concern right now, it was the fact his voice wasn't like the one you heard before on your way to the Duke's office, or even in there, instead now it had a fatigued intonation to it, a voice that practically screamed "i want to sleep.", almost... sultry in a way.

And so he sat down on one of the beds, taking you by the waist to sit down as well on the same while he made himself more comfortable and laid almost completely down, and spoke, "First day on the job and you're already breaking things and screaming in the middle of the night.. are you really fit for a prison?"

Obviously, you were not fully capable, definitely not as capable as Sigewinne, but still,having someone say something like that directly is quite discouraging. and so you retorted, "Your Grace, it is actually my 2nd day on the job. And also, i feel anyone, prison premise or not, would be scared to be suddenly caressed by cold hands at 2 in the night. Though mayhaps that's just my opinion."

"Ahh dear, you're so smart .. it's a shame i was merely joking, I know the fortress is not such a prison-ly place anyway, and most if not everyone is just trying to get by and make it to the end of their sentence peacefully. I was merely testing you." to which you only nodded, and spoke "Sure. Well.. why are you in here at such a late time anyway? From the looks of it you're not sick, and i dont see any injuries..."

"You want me sick and injured? aw c'mooon, dear, im not even that bad of a duke, am i?"

"Your grace, please don't be silly. Are you here because you feel sick or just to bother me?"

"Ha! after i said you weren't a bother! how disheartening... I was just curious why you were awake this time of the night, though. What's keeping you up so late? or should i say Who?"

"Am i not supposed to be?"

"Of course not dear, did someone tell you you do?"

"Ah.. uhm. Not really, just a mistake on my part.."

"Hm? One of the gardes didn't tell you your duty requires you to stay up all night?"

How he came to know about that was none of your concern right now, what he'd do about it mattered more. You didn't want some helpless garde to be scolded off by The Duke because you were stupid enough to believe him. Surely that's not going to make the people of meropide have a good impression of you? Amidst your train of thought, his voice interrupted—

"What? Don't want a garde scolded off because you believe it'll harm that reputation of yours? awh dear, how cute. just like your face." this nuisance of a man and his attempt at flirting was somehow worse than his constant teasing, and the fact he accurately guessed what you were thinking was completely overshadowed by that "dear" and "cute" he threw in in his sentence.

"Too flattered?" was his response to your speechlessness. Being honest, you were too flattered. I doubt even archons know why this man was so coyly talking to you, did he do this to everyone?

"I... am not sure how to respond to that." was all you could manage to put together in your flustered, confused, but flustered state.

"I can stop it, y'know. If you're not feeling comfortable, just tell me. Whether that be with my way of talking, or someone else's."

"No it's fine.. really- I don't have any problems."

"Oh? So you're enjoying this? Haha, didn't know i had such charm." saying this, he rose up he was laying on, to come face to face with you, still sitting on the bed, but now, his face a bit too close to yours.

"I'll stop bothering you now. Go to sleep, you're gonna need to stay awake tomorrow."

You didn't make much of that statement, and you simply bid him sweet dreams as he went off to, what you presume, to be his office. That is, until, tomorrow actually came by, and near evening, you were greeted by none other than The Duke himself leaning on the doorframe of the infirmary, who, instead of his usual state, was now in a much more... uh, ragged? state. His vest not even present, and half his shirt ripped away, with his fresh wounds on display along with his old scars. Ah.... and you thought the Pankration Ring didn't allow such incidents to take place. So that's why he told you you need to stay awake.

"Dear, I'm here again to bother you." came in his voice from the door, and you stood up in concern. As far as you were aware of, Pankration ring fights were not supposed to get this serious. So it was either outside of the ring, or maybe the duke was allowed to get more serious in the Pankration ring? That became less of your concern as you saw a drop of blood drip down his cheek from a fresh wound. Gods, he was in such a pathetic state, blood everywhere, vest barely intact.. "Hey, its not appropriate to stare at someone in this state, is it?" he said, making you suddenly aware to what you should be doing. You're a nurse here, you should be patching him up, not staring into his soul while he's standing there in pain. "Your grace- I- Please, come with me to the bed. Do you want help walking? Oh lord why am i asking- Forgive me, I'm so sorry-" and a chain of sorries followed as you wrapped your arm around his waist in your best attempt to provide support to his frame, as you walked over to the nearest bed in the infirmary with Wriothesley's arm on your shoulder, grabbing it for support, though maybe a bit too hard, you were sure, this would at the least leave a bruise.

Arriving to the bed, you sat him down and knelt down to take a few things out from a nearby drawer, bandage, antiseptic disinfectant and a pair of scissors. And Wriothesley had his eyes set on your figure the entire time, not that you had noticed.

When you came back to him, you had to get him to undress in order for you to wash away his wounds, and before you could think to form an appropriate sentence regarding that- your tongue had already mumbled out "Please undress." to that poor duke. Oh lord, this was going to be a long, looong day.

A smirk crept up Wriothesley's face as he looked up at you, "Dear, I'm not sure I can... 'tleast not in this state. Would you help me?" and so his sly little smile shifted to a more puppy eyed face, glancing at you oh so sweetly. "Yes, Your grace." and you started by first taking his tie off, "I'm being honest here, I'm not sure why i said that earlier. I apologise. It was definitely very.. stupid of me." were the words you spoke as you were unbuttoning his shirt— the last piece of clothing left. His vest was mostly torn apart, so you didn't need to unbutton it or even put much effort in taking it off. Wriothesley didn't respond to that. You knew, it was because you were right, he didn't say anything because it would make you feel worse, but silently, surely, he agreed. Or atleast that's what you thought. Now here he sat, his upper body completely rid of any clothing, the cold air hitting his wounds.

"I'll wash your wounds now." as you went back and forth between the infirmary's bathroom to get water, the process was a bit slower than should be.

"Shouldn't you take me to the bathroom? Would be faster, no?"

"It would, yes. But it would mean you would have to go there, you wouldn't like sitting on that tiny ass- I mean, very small stool in the bathroom, trust me. Would just be uncomfortable."

"Awh. Didn't know my nurse was so, so nice. Thank you dear."

You finally washed what seemed to be the last wound, and god was it big. On your way back to him from the bathroom, you thought you would finally ask, "By the way, Your grace... I've been meaning to ask— What's with the 'my nurse' ? I'm not only your nurse, you know. I am to tend to any person in this fortress." was the best you could express your curiosity as you applied antiseptic on his wounds, recieving a little wince from him along with the answer to your question, "Well- I said that only because you were taking care of me at that moment, so you'd be my nurse then, no?"

"That is true, yes, but then what about before that? Last night? And also, the use of 'dear', to my knowledge, you don't seem to use that language or rather i should say- that word for anyone around here. Unless of course I'd be wrong and would stand corrected."

"Oh you... I'll stop, if you wish. You could have told me before‐"

"No, no. I don't mind it at all. Just want to know. Do those words hold any weight to you or are you simply throwing them around?" you said as you took the bandage out it's paper packaging, rolling it around his wound, making him wince once more, this time squeezing your right thigh out of the urge to hold on to something.

"Fuck, Sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" was all he could manage to put together, and when you took his hand in yours to put it back on your right thigh, Lord, his expression was something to see. The way he looked at you so surprised yet so... lovingly? surely, not loving. But whatever it was, it was nice, to see him so in awe. You continued dressing his wounds as he stared at your face the whole time, and, from time to time, squeezed your thigh a bit. Not sure if it was from the pain, or just because he wanted to and could.

Done with dressing the last wound on his cheek, you got up and headed to a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. "That's all. I'll get you some pain relief medication for the internal bruising, just wait a bit. it's.. it's in here somewhere.." as you searched around the cabinet. "Ah! Here!"

You took the medication to Wriothesley, who was currently sitting upright on the bed, carrying along a glass of water. As you had poured the water in the glass, you heard him say something along the lines of "Don't break it again." with a light chuckle.

As you gave him his medicine and he swallowed it down, that was the last of your duties for now. "Anything else you want me to do?"

"Sit. Here" he said, patting on the space near him as he laid down on the bed. And so you sat, who were you to deny such a simple request?

It was pin drop silence for a while after that. Just you and him looking at each other. Well, up until he averted his gaze to your thigh, where you noticed his hand hovering over it. "May i .....?" and so you took his hand in yours, and it rested on your thigh.

Then you realized, he was on his side to face you, though he shouldn't be, one of his injuries was there, quite the big one at that, and it probably hurt like hell. "I don't think you should lie on your side. Your wound.. is it not paining?" He got up then, sitting upright, though now, your faces were a bit too close, and your noses touching slightly."Then, dear, do you want me to sit like this?" You were too flustered to manage a response for that. Both of your faces were so close– too close, actually that you could feel his warm breath, that, by the way, smelled of Earl Grey Tea, and that scent seemed to mix with the antiseptic's.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" You somehow couldn't reply to that either, and only stared into his eyes, and occasionally catch a glance at his lips.

"Can't speak already huh? I haven't even kissed you yet."

"K-kiss me??"

"Sure." and so he leans in, planting in a peck on your lips and caressing your chin with, what was currently, his good hand, as in it had way less injuries than the other.

"Satisfactory?" was all he asked, that smirk back on his face, and "Not.. really" in a low voice was all you could manage after that.

"Then show me what would be more satisfactory."

"This." and what followed was by far the boldest you had ever been in your life, and good lord, it was infront of- not even infront of, to your new, and well, the only boss you've had.

But damn did his lips on yours feel so good, and his slight biting, his hand tugging at your nape made you feel like you were dreaming. Unfortunately though, even dreams come to end.

When your lips separated, he was a exhilarated but exhausted mess, his chest heaving as his fought to breathe, and so were you, and all you both could do was stare at each other, until he leaned in once again to kiss you. This time, in a satisfactory way.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, for you two, this was about to escalate much further than just that satisfaction.