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beskarandblasters · 1 month

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Punish Me, Officer Djarin

Prison Guard!Din Djarin x Inmate!Reader

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Author’s note: Thank you to @fhatbhabie for the plot bunny and thank you to @pedgito for beta reading! 🤍🤍

Summary: You've been thrown into an imperial prison for anti-empire speech. During your sentence, a new prison guard is hired, Officer Djarin, and you take a liking to him.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: f!reader, reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, uneven power dynamic, brat taming, degradation (scumbag), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, his glove in your mouth lol, no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

Bleak, white cell walls. Staring at the same thing for hours on end. Eating the same shitty rations day after day. Frankly, death would’ve been a better punishment than this. This was to be expected, though, when they gave you your sentence at your hearing. Part of you was sort of hoping to be put to death. It didn’t match your crime anyway. Anti-Empire speech… what a thing to be thrown in kriffing prison for.

Your sentence is five standard cycles on this Imperial prison ship. You tried to keep track of the rotations here but it was no use. It’s hard to do that when there’s no rising and setting of the sun, no change of scenery, and no one to tell you when the rotations change. It’s a miracle you haven’t lost your mind here, staring up at the fluorescent white lighting or peering out into the liminal space that is the hallway. It looks like it goes on for miles, a never-ending corridor; sterile and mind-numbing.

If there’s a Maker, you’re praying to him or her for something different, something to break the routine, something other than staring at ugly Imperial Officers who always look like they just smelled a fart.

The Maker answered your prayers.

“Listen up, inmates!” one of the Imperial Officers says, banging his blaster on the metal bars of one of the cells.

You and the other inmates in this cell block peer out into the hallway, looking for where his voice is coming from. But soon enough the Imperial Officer, Officer Baize, is pacing up and down the cell block.

“We have a new officer joining us,” he says, stopping in front of your cell and glancing down the hallway. He motions for someone to come towards him. You’re just expecting another typical Imperial Officer type but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

Sauntering down the cell block is a Mandalorian, wearing full silver beskar and cape billowing as he walks. Your mouth falls open at this threatening presence; donned in various weapons head to toe.

“This is…?” Officer Baize trails off, looking over at the Mandalorian.

“Mando?”

“No, you gotta go by Officer something. Got a last name?”

“…Djarin.”

“Officer Djarin. He may look different from us but you will all treat him like one of us. Got it?”

Everyone murmurs their acknowledgments and retreats to the back of their cells. Except for you. You watch as Officer Djarin paces up and down the cell block with Officer Baize. You catch bits and pieces of the conversation. He’s just giving Officer Djarin some of the basics about working here. But soon enough the red lights to signify nighttime turn on and they disappear between the two sets of doors. The entertainment is over.

Ever since you stepped foot in the prison, it’s been the same. You do everything in your cell; eating, using the refresher, exercising, sleeping— you name it, you’re doing it in your cell. But now that Officer Djarin has arrived, the prison has decided to switch things up.

“Listen up, inmates! The warden has decided to make you useful to the Empire. You’re going to be put to work, assembling droid parts,” Officer Baize says, banging his blaster against the bars of the cells as usual.

“We’re going to release you from your cells one by one and you’re going to stand in a single file line with your hands on your head. Do I make myself clear?”

The inmates utter their unenthusiastic words of acknowledgment, prompting Officer Baize to bang his blaster on the bars again, with even more force than the last time.

“I said do I make myself clear?” he shouts louder.

“Yes, sir,” everyone shouts in unison, standing up straighter.

One by one Officer Djarin lets the inmates out of their cells. But his body language suggests that he’s still unsure of his new role. He’s almost hesitant to grab each inmate by the arm and force them into a neat line. And that gets you thinking…

It would be kind of fun to mess with him.

You move to the back corner of your cell, waiting for him to arrive at yours. Once he does he unlocks the bars and slides them across, he motions for you to come forward but you don’t comply, remaining in the corner with a smug grin on your face.

“Get in line,” he commands sternly.

You cock your head to the side, your smirk never fading.

“Is there a problem, Officer Djarin?” Officer Baize calls out.

Kriff, you didn’t want him involved.

“No, not at all-”

“Don’t be afraid to use some force,” Officer Baize says. A smug smirk is evident in his voice even though you can’t see his face. Officer Djarin walks towards you and the saunter in his steps makes you feel powerless compared to him, adorned in all sorts of weapons and cloaked in armor.

“Get in line,” he commands.

“And what are you gonna do if I don’t? Punish me?” you counter.

“Maybe I won't…” he says, taking another step towards you, “But I can get someone who will,” he continues, bringing his helmet beside your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine. His voice is velvety smooth. And although he’s telling you he’d unfortunately get someone else to come in and reprimand you, you can’t help but melt.

“Well, that’s no fun.”

“Get in line, inmate,” he says, pressing his hand against the wall, right beside your head. He pulls back and his visor meets your gaze, lingering on you for a moment before turning and walking out of your cell. With your knees feeling like jelly you walk to the hallway, taking your place at the end of the line. Officer Djarin is standing behind you and you feel his gaze burning a hole into you.

“Hands on your head,” he says beside your ear again. He’s right up against you, in a motion so quiet that it startles you. You do as you’re old and put your hands on your head, waiting for what he’s going to do next. But he doesn’t do anything. He just takes a step back, leaving you there to follow the inmate ahead of you.

What a tease.

The entire time you’re listening to Officer Baize drone on and on about assembling droid parts you’re thinking about Officer Djarin and his melodic voice.

Maker, his voice.

It’s velvety smooth, modulated in such a pleasing tone that it makes you wonder what he sounds like without the helmet. It also makes you wonder what his voice sounds like when he’s telling you to get on his knees and suck his cock like a good inmate.

A girl can dream.

You glance over your shoulder and find him, standing at the back of the room with his visor fixed on you.

Maybe just maybe he wants you, too.

That starts a never-ending cycle between you two. You get under his skin and he puts you in your place… just not in the way you’d like.

You’d like for him to drag you into a supply closet and bend you over, spanking you while calling you a bad girl. But you’ve been letting go of that fantasy. He cares about his job too much to cross the line. So instead he teeters on the edge of what is professional and what is… inappropriate to say the least.

After another long shift of assembling droid parts and irritating Officer Djarin, you’re in your bed, wishing you were doing anything else besides staring up at the ceiling.

Until you hear your cell door being unlocked.

You shoot up out of bed, ready to attack whoever’s coming in. But then you see a reflection glimmering under the red lights of the cell block.

It’s Officer Djarin, of course.

“Come with me,” he orders.

You don’t need to be told twice. You’ve only been hoping for this moment for Maker knows how long.

You step into the hallway, waiting with your hands on your head. After he shuts the cell door he grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back before dragging you down the hallway under the dim red light… to a supply closet. It’s like he read your mind.

He opens the door and shoves you inside, leaving you to stumble upright as you regain your balance. This should scare you, being locked in a closet with a tall man made of metal who holds some form of power over you. But it doesn’t. It only excites you. It makes the excitement pool between your legs.

He closes the door behind him and takes a step closer to you, pinning you against the wall. The same red light that’s in the hallway hangs from the ceiling of the closet, illuminating his armor.

“Are you gonna punish me, Officer Djarin?” you ask sweetly, cocking your head to the side.

“Not in the way you want,” he says, bringing his helmet beside your ear like he always does. Your legs buckle underneath you as you press yourself harder against the wall, praying it’ll keep you upright. Officer Djarin places his gloved hands by either side of your head, palms flat against the wall as he continues to taunt you.

“You’re pathetic. You know that, right? Throwing yourself at me like that,” he says, pulling his helmet back to face you.

You’re pathetic.

Those words should hurt but they don’t. They turn you on even more, making your whole body shiver with desire, craving for him to degrade you more. Your mouth falls agape, and he picks up on it, asking, “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I tell you what a desperate slut you are?”

“...Yes,” you admit.

“Say it,” he commands.

“I like it when you tell me what a desperate slut I am.”

“That’s right.”

He removes his hands from the wall and grabs you by the waist, dragging you over to a cleaning cart in the corner of the closet with a forceful grip.

“Bend over,” he growls.

Doing as you’re told, you bend over, standing on your tip-toes and sticking your ass up, hoping that it looks good for him. As good as it’ll get in the unflattering prison garb.

He hands palm your ass, rubbing it over the thick fabric before grabbing the waistband and pulling them down entirely. He takes off one of his gloves, setting it on the cleaning cart before rubbing two fingers along the entrance of your cunt. He collects some of the wetness that’s already built up there, bringing his hand in front of your face to show you the evidence of your arousal. Under the dim red light, you watch as his thumb rubs against his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness around. He spreads his fingers apart and your wetness stretches with the movement, all while he taunts you.

“So wet for me. And I’ve barely even touched you.”

All you can do is whimper in response, desperate for more of his touch.

“Do you want me?”

Another whimper from you.

“Say it.”

“I want you,” you whine.

“Address me when you talk to me.”

“I want you so bad, Officer Djarin. Please,” you beg.

“Much better,” he says, bringing his hand back to your cunt and sliding one finger inside you.

A small moan escapes your lips, prompting him to tease you further.

“From just one finger?” he mocks, curling it painstakingly slowly against your walls.

“I… I need more,” you whine.

“You know what to do.”

“Please can I have more, Officer Djarin?”

Without warning he slides a second finger in and you feel yourself stretch to accommodate the thickness of both fingers. You moan involuntarily again and he leans forward, helmet beside your ear again.

“Be quiet, inmate,” he commands, doing a “come here” motion with his fingers.

“I’m trying,” you softly whine.

“Try harder,” he says, picking up the pace.

You grip the cleaning cart for dear life, thankful it’s there to hold you upright as he fingers you relentlessly. You bite your lip to prevent any more noises from slipping out. But it’s hard when your orgasm is threatening to spill over. He can feel you’re close, purring in your ear, “Give it to me. Cum on my fingers.”

And then the floodgates burst open, walls clenching and releasing his fingers in rhythmic waves. You bite down on your lip harder, doing your best to stifle any whimpers and moans on the tip of your tongue. It’s not easy. All you want to do is moan, whine, whimper, scream, letting the whole cell block know that Officer Djarin is having his way with you in this supply closet.

He pulls his fingers from you once you’re done coming, only to swipe his fingers again along your entrance to collect your spend. He slathers his cock with it and you can hear the wet squelching sounds he makes as he strokes himself behind you, getting ready to fuck you.

With one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder he thrusts his cock inside you, burying himself down to the hilt. You were doing your best to stifle your moans before but this is too much, not with his large cock gracing your insides. As he draws his hips back and slams into you, a moan from deep in your throat forces its way out, causing him to go still.

He’s going to punish you for that.

Officer Djarin reaches forward and grabs his glove from the cleaning carts, shoving it in your open mouth.

“That’ll teach you,” he says, returning to fucking you again.

You moan and cry despite the balled-up glove in your mouth, feeling your pleasure build up as he thrusts in and out of you. His grips on your hip and shoulder are tight, fucking you forcefully while making sure you stay upright.

He leans forward, purring into your ear again with a mixture of degradation and praise.

“Such a good scumbag, letting me use her pussy like this.”

His pace never falters, thrusting in and out of you unforgivingly. Tears roll down your cheeks and stars dance in your vision. Your second orgasm is imminent, you can tell by the way your core muscles tense up in anticipation of a big release. It isn’t long until you cum all over his cock, waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

The sensation of your cunt squeezing his cock draws his orgasm from him and soon enough you’re filled with his cum. He lets out a deep and guttural moan, holding you still as he releases all of his spend inside you.

But once the adrenaline settles you’re left with the realization of what just happened. You weren’t imagining it. He did want you and he just proved it to you. But how is he handling this?

He pulls out of you and puts his cock away, leaving you to stand up straight and pull your pants back up. You look at each other under the dim red light, staring at him with a blank expression until a smirk creeps onto your face.

Before he can say anything or put you in your place, a voice startles the both of you.

“Officer Djarin? Are you in there? The warden wants to know why you abandoned your post.”

Kriff.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x f!reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian x f!reader #prison guard!din djarin #dark!din djarin #din djarin au #din djarin #the mandalorian

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 9 months

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imagine being fyodor’s and dazai’s prison guard🫠 like bringing them food or smth like that. the tension!! the banter😩

😌💪💀💀Ahh yes it would be classic family drama show. BUT LIKE

Fyodor: ASHJDF2443221DDSF

Dazai: DSFHSDJI2343

Y/N: What the fuc-

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Fyodor: pass me the salt *Dazai throws salt*

Dazai: Pass me the egg *Fyodor throws egg*

Y/N: What the fuc-

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Dazai: Y/NNNN AM BOREDDDD

Fyodor: So am I

Y/N: I am not

Dazai: SDJF 32 AJ23K

Fyodor: YOU LIL SHI-

Y/N: 😃

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Fyodor:😃👉🚪🙌✍️ 💅🐁 🐀

Dazai: 👉🙄👈 😡✌️ 🤞🕵️🐈

Y/N: How do you even talk in emojis?

Dazai and Fyodor: 🤷💁

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For all I know is that the talks wouldn't be pg.

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Dazai: Y/N you look great in those clothes

Fyodor: Agreed but you would look better in

Y/N: 🤨

Dazai and Fyodor: Prision clothes *dazai fingerguns*

Y/N: I dont get paid enough for this

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But if you find these mf attractive oh lord

imagination THAT IS YOUR CREATION🖐️😔💪💀

All i know is that all three of you need therapy🏃🚶👹

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd dazai #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #dazai #imagine being fyodor’s and dazai’s prison guard #sbd's asks #sbd's cool anon duo #sbd on crack #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader x fyodor #reader as prison gaurd

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yandere-sins · 5 months

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have you ever thought of the scenario where the reader is eventually released in some of your prison projects? Mostly pertaining to the guards since they wouldn’t be able to get to the reader much. As an aside of sorts, I’m glad you’re doing better.

I thought about this more than I want to admit if I'm honest lol!

♡ It probably comes down to the personality of the yan! There are always those imprisoned yandere that would go absolutely crazy and mad with heartbreak now that the darling is gone. They are irritable and moody, and the other prisoners learn to avoid them for their own health. The yandere are restless, searching, trying to replace the missing piece of their heart with violence and superficial pleasures, counting down the days until their release with the image of you always at the forefront of their mind. They'll be bursting through the prison doors once they open, hunting you down like rabid dogs high on adrenaline and their need for you. They'd do anything to hug you again, and it's the only thing keeping them alive while they anxiously await their time. But once you are back in their sight, they'll make sure to never let go of you again.

♡ On the other hand, are the imprisoned yans that won't let you be taken from them. They will try to prolong your sentence for as long as possible, pulling the strings in the back while you cry to them about how awful the judicial system is, happy to comfort you. If you do manage to slip from their grasp, they have the freedom to decide to finally play nice. They'll be a paragon of a model prisoner, so helpful and well-adjusted to society that they can quickly be released sooner. And until then, they'll have someone they know outside of prison follow your every step and report back, salivating over the pictures of you doing mundane tasks. They imagine the picture-perfect life you two will have after their release, and the anticipation is such delicious torture for their mad minds that the line between their sweet imagination and the horrific reality grows blurrier by the second.

♡ It's somewhat the same with the guard!yandere. Some of them might resort to more crude tactics like becoming your stalker whenever they are off work, breaking into your home for souvenirs to fawn over while they are at work, and watching you dance around your kitchen from across the street, imagining themselves being by your side. They have the means and skills to work undercover, so you will barely perceive the changes their presence brings to your life. Or, if available or by pretending, they'll take up the job of being the officer assigned to ensure you're following your requirements for your release and that you won't relapse into your crime. Hence, they still have a chance to be around you with no one suspecting anything. You will know, they will know, but their track record is better than yours. Who will believe you if you complain about an upstanding officer? How about, instead, you just try to enjoy the alone time the two of you finally have, just like your yan does?

♡ Others will do anything in their power to make you stay right where they can watch you—in prison. It's easy to prolong a sentence when they can connect you to a crime, like paying some thugs to instigate a fight to ruin your good reputation that would allow you to leave early. Or maybe they'll leave a door open that you and some others can find and try to 'escape' from so your record will have an attempted breakout in it. How about they just kill your cellmate and smear the blood on your hands? It's so easy for a corrupted guard who knows what they want to make sure you'll never get out as long as they are there. Most of them are not shy to let you know why your sentence was prolonged and why your life has become an even bigger hell; more prisoners now angry with you since they have all been punished as well. You'll need to stick close to your guard if you don't want to get hurt! Not that they'd let anyone hurt you; they are your guard in shining armor, after all. But they'll wait eagerly until you search for their protection and comfort, even if their patience is wearing thin.

#yandere #yandere prisoner #yandere guard #yandere!prisoner #yandere!guard #yandere talk #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

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loversj0y · 1 year

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"oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart." "fuck you." / "i'm flattered, really, but no thanks."

aghswjahejekshdkekeb this w prison guard wilbur omgg ...

ive never written faster before in my life

find the rest of the prompts here

Parole Hearing

prison guard! wilbur soot x reader

warnings: some intimidation, mentions of arson, and a few other (technically) non violent crimes, definitely several mentions of burning things

It was your parole hearing, and to your disdain, who else would be your officer but the new Warden. A new guy, but not to the role. He’d said he was an outside transfer, coming from a different prison, apparently. And ever since laying eyes on you, he’d been particularly aggressive. The first thing he did upon inspecting your cell was to get rid of all your personal things that you’d worked hard to get, with some claims about how it could potentially be dangerous to let you have unregulated items behind these walls. Honestly, the worst part was just how attractive he was while ruining your last few weeks inside these cells. If he was a bit nicer, you’d be having a much grander time, but instead, it seemed like he was consistently testing you. For what, you couldn’t be sure. You just knew it pissed you off. Almost as much as his gorgeous face.

“So, remind me of what you did again?” He’d asked you. Unlike normal parole hearings, he was in the room with you. It didn’t seem to bode well for you. You didn’t imagine he’d let you out.

“Stealing a car.”

“And?”

You rolled your eyes, “Stealing a car, breaking and entering, and arson.”

He made a hiss sound, playing with the baton in his hand, “Quite the track record.” He slammed the baton down next to your hand before setting it down. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. And keep them. On me.” He whispered out the last part, his face just inches from yours. In a moment that was probably a lapse in judgment, you spit at him. He backed up a bit, scoffing and wiping his face. Anger flared in his face, and he grabbed you by your jaw.

“Do you have a fucking deathwish?”

Through his grip, you spoke, “Fuck you.”

He tutted, shoving your face back, “I’m flattered, really, but no thanks.”

You glared at him, “You know that’s not what I fucking meant, you twat.”

He chuckled, slamming his hands down on the table in front of you, just to watch you flinch. “Are you sure, darling? The flush on your cheeks seems to say otherwise.” He laughed at you it seemed, tapping your nose before turning away from you.

“Tell me, you’ve been in here for a while. You’re up to potentially make your way out of here.” He turned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and staring you down. “So why should I? Why should I let you go? You’ve clearly been bad. Why should I let you back out there?”

You stared at the ground while you thought of what to say.

“Eyes up,” he harshly ordered, “I shouldn’t have to remind you like this.”

You glared up at him as you began to speak. “I’ve learned a lot. I’ve- I’ve grown, as a person. And I know what I did was wrong.”

He stared at you for a moment before snorting, and starting to laugh, “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart.” He started walking back over to you, his shoes making a sharp tapping sound.

You stumbled over a response as he reached in front of you, grabbing your chin once again.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“I want you to beg.”

Your breath picked up. You weren’t going to beg. However, there was something far more appealing right now, his face centimeters from yours. You reached a hand out, grabbing his collar. After a moment, he smirked. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, and within seconds, his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he easily pulled you up, wrapping both arms around you.

He pulled away to speak in hushed tones. “I’m going to get you out of here, darling,” he kissed you again, stronger this time, before pulling away once more. “I just had to make sure you were right. That you were who I needed. Together, darling,” another powerful kiss, “there’s not a place that could stand in our way.” He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket, flicking it open and on. “We’ll make the world burn behind us, darling.”

You reached a hand down, holding the lighter with him. “Okay, but, I- aren’t you a warden? I don’t- I’m not sure I understand.”

He chuckled softly, “Darling, the people here are fools. They let me out a while back. It was easy to fake a job role, I just showed up! It’s me, darling, it’s Wilbur.”

Your face split into a grin, holding him tighter by his collar. “Wilbur, my god, how I missed you. Why didn’t you say anything before?”

He looked at the door and back at you, “I needed to make sure the other guards wouldn’t suspect me at all. I needed to make them fear me, so that I could be in charge of your parole hearing. I’ve got you, darling, and we’ve got this.” He pulled you in for another heated kiss, which you readily returned.

“C’mon, darling. We’ve got number forty-four waiting for us out there.”

i wrote it very fast so i apologize for any mistakes, the brainrot is simply STRONG

#wilbur x reader #the sorry boys #prison guard wilbur soot #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot #mar writes #wilbur soot x reader

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otakusparkle · 9 months

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Identity V x Danganronpa V3 Collaboration Begin

Identity V x Danganronpa Collaboration will begin in 3 days, all of Danganronpa Essences will also reprinted again in limited time

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no-i-will-not-shut-up · 7 months

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childe x wriothesley has potential

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #ajax #wriothesley #prisoner x guard is a classic #but also i cant stop laughing at wriothesley trying to deal with childe #with characters like zhongli or neuvilette you know they can handle childe on the virtue theyre also weirdos #but wrio.....hes just a serious guy #just some dude #i cant wait to meet him #i hope hes not boring #his design is so cool and i love the gameplay from what ive seen #his personality is lacking so far but im holding hope

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linagram · 5 months

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[ 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛

and with this, we're finally done with all the second trial's mvs and vds! woooo! this trial surely was. something.

after reina's vd, there's gonna be two post-t2 vds (similar to this trial having two pre-t2 vds), the first one will be jackalope explaining some stuff (and miki finally getting to meet him) and the third guard's full name reveal and the second one will be about everyone's second trial verdicts.

Warnings for Reina's VD: None

Warnings for Reina's MV: None

(sounds of footsteps)

Miki: "It's Himura-san's turn already.."

Miki: "This trial has been so stressful and we also have to judge everyone later.."

Miki: "Wait-"

(footsteps stop)

Miki: ".. Will Eiji-san even be able to judge someone this time?"

Miki: ".. I don't think he will. No, actually, it would be better for his health if he didn't participate in the trial this time."

Miki: "But if he can't vote, then-"

Miki: ...

Miki: .. Hehe..

Miki: W-wait, why am I-

Miki: Why am I.. laughing?

Miki: I should feel sorry for him. I should hope that he gets better.

Miki: .. What has this place done to me?

Miki: Wait, is that-

(sounds of other person's footsteps)

Miki: Huh?..

Miki: W-who's there?!

Miki: "Is it one of the prisoners?.."

???: Calm down, calm down!

???: Here, do you recognize me now?

Miki: .. Are you..

Miki: Hiyuu-san?

Hiyuu: Yeah, that's me.

Hiyuu: Sorry for scaring you like that, haha.

Hiyuu: Well, at least now we finally get to meet each other in person!

Hiyuu: Ah, right, I should probably take this off..

Miki: What-

(sounds of Hiyuu taking his mask off)

Hiyuu: Here we go.

Hiyuu: Wow, breathing sure feels easier now.

Miki: ...

Hiyuu: Hm? Is there something wrong with my face?

Hiyuu: Hold on, let me-

Hiyuu: .. Ahaha, I still have some ice cream left on my face..

Hiyuu: I should wipe it off..

Hiyuu: Wait, do I even have anything to wipe it off with-

(sounds of Hiyuu talking to himself in the background)

Miki: "CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE-"

Hiyuu: Is everything okay, Miki-san?

Miki: I'M FINE!

Miki: .. Oh my god, sorry, that was so loud, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-

Hiyuu: Don't worry, I just wanted to make sure you're alright, haha.

Hiyuu: I want to help you with interrogating the tenth prisoner, is that okay with you?

Miki: Y-yes, sure! Interrogations can be.. very tiring..

Miki: Ah, but only if you're okay with that-

Miki: H-huh?

(a sound of Hiyuu putting his hand on Miki's head)

Hiyuu: I left my room exactly because I wanted to help you. So of course I'm okay with that.

Miki: O-oh..

Miki: Wait, didn't you say that you can't leave your room?

Hiyuu: Ah, about that..

Hiyuu: That rabbit thing told me I can't leave my room, so I assumed that the door was locked, but when I tried to open it, I didn't have any trouble with it.

Hiyuu: So, uh, I guess he was just messing with me, haha..

Hiyuu: Or maybe I was supposed to interpret his words differently..

Miki: .. Rabbit thing?

Hiyuu: Y-you didn't meet him yet?..

Miki: N-no??

Hiyuu: .. Now I feel awkward.

Hiyuu: Okay, let's go interrogate the tenth prisoner now, haha!~..

Miki: "Oh no, is he going to turn out to be a weird guy too.."

Miki: "But he's still cute.."

Miki: .. You remind me of someone, to be honest.

Hiyuu: Hm? What did you say?

Miki: N-nothing!

Miki: "I'm probably just ovethinking it.. It must be a coincidence.."

Miki: "But they look and act so.. similar.."

Miki: Wait, Hiyuu-san, do you even know how to interrogate prisoners?

Hiyuu: I have watched recordings of your interrogations, so yeah, I know some stuff.

Miki: W-we were being recorded?..

Hiyuu: Of course you were.

Hiyuu: Now, are you ready for the final interrogation? We're already here.

Miki: ...

Miki: *nods*

Hiyuu: Great. Excited to work with you, partner~

(the door opens)

Reina: Ah, there you are-

Reina: Wait, what?

Miki: U-um, Himura-san, Eiji-san had to be replaced, I mean, not exactly replaced, but-

Hiyuu: Hello there. You're Reina-san, right?

Reina: .. (to Miki) I'm assuming you know what's going on here.

Miki: .. I know that better than anyone.

Reina: So, it's my turn now, huh?

Reina: Let's go then, yay..

Miki: *sits down* You don't really sound that enthusiastic, you know?

Reina: Really? Sorry. I got tired of waiting for you, haha..

Miki: .. What happened to you, Himura-san?

Reina: You have to be more specific here, Guard 002-san.

Miki: .. You used to call me "Miki-chan" before.

Reina: Well, I thought we were friends, Guard 002-san. I thought we were gonna get along.

Reina: But I was wrong.

Hiyuu: .. Did something happen between you two?

Miki: I-I don't think so?

Miki: Himura-san, did I do something wrong? If so, please tell me-

Reina: Oh, I'm gonna tell you.

Reina: Innocent verdict, baby! Woooo!

Reina: *laughs*

Reina: *takes a breath*

Reina: What the hell, Miki-chan. What, do you want me to sing a whole villain song for you or something-

Reina: Oh, wait, you have my video for that.

Reina: Then why was I still forgiven, huh?

Miki: Because..

Miki: Um..

Hiyuu: Because the guards had their own reasons for that. And who exactly are you to question their judgement?

Miki: H-huh?

Reina: Wow, you're a smart guy, aren't you?

Reina: Well, I'm going to start sounding real smart right now too.

Reina: ...

Reina: (her voice sounds more emotionless now) Guard 002-san, what did I tell you last time?

Miki: Y-you mean the serial killer part?

Reina: Exactly. The "serial killer part".

Reina: Now, what are you supposed to do with serial killers?

Miki: .. P-punish-

Reina: That's right. Punish them.

Reina: But I still wasn't punished.

Reina: Would you say that it was a good decision? A wise one? A morally correct one?

Reina: And I have a lot of questions about the guilty prisoners too.

(sounds of Reina standing up and walking around)

Reina: Shun, who is now this close to just breaking Kei and turning him into a mindless puppet.. was voted innocent.

Reina: Akio, who always said that his crime wasn't his fault, obviously trying to shift the blame, but who still mostly was just a nerdy 16 year old obsessed with attention, was voted guilty and now he looks like he can die at any second.

Miki: W-we had our-

Reina: Eiko, who feels no remorse for her crime at all and can easily tell anyone all the details if they just ask, was voted innocent.

Miki: But we-

Reina: And just a reminder, you don't know ANYTHING about Kei's murder, but you still voted him guilty-

Miki: WE HAD OUR REASONS, NOW SIT DOWN!

Reina: ...

Reina: *sits down*

Hiyuu: I don't think you understand how this whole system works, Reina-san.

Reina: Well, do you understand it then?

Hiyuu: Kind of.

Hiyuu: I was told that we are allowed to judge prisoners based on.. literally anything.

Hiyuu: So if you thought that our decisions have to be nothing but morally correct.. Sorry to disappoint you.

Reina: .. "Literally anything"?

Hiyuu: Yeah. It's possible that someone was forgiven just because one or both guards find them cute or attractive.

Reina: ...

Reina: Haha..

Reina: .. I don't have any energy left for all of this.

Reina: ...

Miki: .. A-are you okay, Himura-san-

Reina: So, I don't sound that enthusiastic anymore, Guard 002-san?

Reina: Well, as you can see, I'm not exactly satisfied with my verdict.

Reina: And I'm gonna be honest, I'm getting tired of the whole "most dangerous prisoner" act myself and I can see that it's not convincing enough.

Reina: So yeah, the show's over.

Hiyuu: Reina-san, do you want to be punished that badly?

Reina: Oh, I wanted it more than anything.

Reina: If I could, I would've just asked you to execute me even before the second trial starts.

Reina: But now..

Reina: It's a bit more complicated than that.

Reina: *laughs* But wow, I can't believe this. We're really letting someone like you judge us.

Reina: What, are you gonna vote me guilty now? Are you gonna vote me guilty because I'm not a "I'm the cutest serial killer ever!" type of girl anymore?

Reina: And I really thought you're going to still like me even after I show you my real self! You're breaking my heart, Miki-chan.

Hiyuu: When you say "It's more complicated than that"..

Hiyuu: What do you mean by that?

Reina: Oh, right. What I mean by that is..

Reina: I can't let you two..

Reina: Or three?

Reina: Anyway, I can't let you all judge me and the other prisoners.

Reina: I already know what I deserve and what my verdict should be like. Who are you to tell me what to do and who I am?

Miki: W-well, um, we're the guards-

Hiyuu: Hold on, Miki-san.

Hiyuu: Okay, but what will you even do to stop us?

Reina: You know what's really bothering me about this whole situation?

Reina: .. You all aren't even trying to figure out what's going on.

Reina: How can you accept your new reality so easily?

Reina: Or is it because you hated your old reality so much that you were okay with anything?

Miki: ...

Miki: .. A-and what if we did?

Miki: I had my worries about this place. Of course I was afraid at first.

Miki: But now.. It feels like home.

Hiyuu: I don't really hate this place either.

Reina: .. I feel sorry for both of you.

Reina: But fine, whatever, I'm not going to share anything with you then.

Miki: What do you mean by "anything"?

Reina: .. I have some theories about this place.

Reina: And, um..

Reina: How it works.

Miki: !

Reina: But I doubt that you two are interested, so-

Hiyuu: No, no, I'm curious. Come on, share with us.

Miki: But we don't have much time-

Reina: Well, let's see..

Miki: "Wait, didn't she just say she's not gonna tell us anything?"

Reina: .. So, we have.. what, three guards now?

Reina: (to Hiyuu) Hey, can you tell me where have you been all this time? Why didn't we get to meet you sooner?

Hiyuu: .. I was asleep.

Reina: And when did you wake up?

Hiyuu: I think it was shortly after the first trial's verdicts were announced? But why?

Reina: .. Three guilty prisoners.

Miki: Huh?

Reina: There was only three guilty prisoners. Guard 001-san was the one who wanted to vote everyone guilty.

Reina: (to Hiyuu) And you woke up after Guard 001-san had lost that round.

Reina: .. They're just going to keep switching you all until they get bored.

Miki: Who? Who are you talking about??

Reina: No idea.

Reina: I don't even know how many guards they actually have.

Reina: .. I don't even know how many prisoners we actually have.

Miki: .. W-what does that mean, Himura-san?

Reina: Oh, I don't know.

Reina: Maybe something like..

Reina: .. One of us isn't actually a prisoner?

Miki: Wh-

Reina: Anyway, the clock is ticking, right?

Reina: So, wanna talk about my crime?

Hiyuu: That was a sudden change of topic..

Miki: But Himura-san-

Hiyuu: Miki-san, please, let's talk about Reina-san's crime now.

Hiyuu: .. If we don't, I'm afraid I will end up wasting all my energy soon and I don't want that. I want to be useful to you.

Miki: .. Himura-san, do you have anything to say about your murder?

Reina: I guess I do.

Reina: But I wanna ask, what did you learn about it from my video?

Miki: .. I guess you really were a criminal in a way, but..

Miki: .. We never saw you actually kill anyone.

Reina: .. Haha.

Hiyuu: What's so funny, Reina-san?

Reina: So you haven't seen that part either.. Interesting.

Reina: Hey, but you saw, like, my victim or something?

Miki: .. I guess we did.

Miki: But we didn't see all the details, so we don't know what your victim actually looked like.

Reina: I see..

Reina: He was completely covered in blood, of course, you wouldn't be able to see it, haha..

Miki: .. You were laughing in your video too, Himura-san.

Reina: Really?

Miki: And crying. Both at the same time.

Reina: ...

Reina: Well, how else was I supposed to react after I saw my little brother's corpse?

Reina: H-he came there because of me too, haha.. He always was such an idiot..

Miki: !

Miki: LITTLE BROTHER?!

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Miki: Himura-san, I'm begging you, please, tell us more!

Hiyuu: Miki-san, time's up. Let's calm down and extract the video-

Miki: BE A GOOD PARTNER, HIYUU-SAN, AND SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!

Miki: .. Your victim was your little brother, Himura-san?

Reina: Haha, what, now you're going to vote me guilty this time?

Reina: You don't want to save me anymore?

Miki: ...

Miki: *starts crying*

Hiyuu: Miki-san, please, can you take a deep breath for me? Here, again, let's calm down..

Hiyuu: You're shaking.. Let's talk about it later, when we're done with this.

Hiyuu: I already have all the information we need. It was me who interrogated everyone yesterday, remember?

Hiyuu: Also, we're going to watch the video together, so we'll see everything that we have to know-

Miki: .. Himura-san, what are you doing?

Miki: HIMURA-SAN?!

(sounds of Reina throwing something and that thing falling on the floor)

Reina: Ugh, didn't work..

Reina: Should've seen this coming.

Hiyuu: .. Reina-san, did you just try to break the video extracting machine?

Reina: Yeah, kinda. More like wanted to see if that thing can even be broken.

Miki: .. You tried to break it with your shoe.

Reina: Yeah. I'm an idiot, just like my brother, haha.

Miki: ...

(sounds of Miki's slow footsteps)

Hiyuu: Miki-san, are you sure you can do this? If you need any help-

Miki: I can. Thank you.

Reina: Well, what's it gonna be this time, everyone's savior?

Miki: .. Prisoner 010, Reina, please, sing your sins.

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The video starts with little Reina (most likely ten years old), sitting in her room and talking to her toys. Everything is black and white and it looks like an old silent movie. We can't hear Reina's voice, we can only hear the music and how it's slowly becoming more and more repetitive. Reina looks happy at first, but then she starts getting tired and when the music becomes almost unbearable to listen to, she throws all the toys off her bed.

It turns out that it really was a scene from a movie and now someone is interviewing little Reina and she's still smiling and overall looks like a very happy child.

"Look at me, the little star of the show

Aren't you proud of me? Look at me! I'm such a good girl!

Except I don't feel anything at all

I'm not even proud of myself"

The scene changes and now she's older, she's still being interviewed, but now she looks and acts more like a "problem child": she doesn't want to be there and she makes sure everyone knows it and her parents find her embarrassing.

"Oh no, it looks like your little star has gone wild

She's rude, she's violent, she's going crazy

Except she doesn't feel anything at all

She's not even proud of herself"

Now we can see Reina and her parents going to see her new movie together and when it starts, it has even darker colors than the first one.

"I keep achieving goals, I keep making accomplishments

But this story isn't going anywhere

Will my character ever change for the better?

No motivation, no backstory, no reason for me to grow"

Reina just sits there with her parents and watches her character kill so many people on screen without showing any signs of regret, but even though Reina looks bored at first, when you look closer, you can see that she's actually.. uncomfortable with that kind of role.

"Is this who I am? Is this who I'm supposed to be?

The villain of this story was me all along

At least that's what I thought

But it looks like you see me in a different way"

Her parents eventually leave without even watching the full movie, meanwhile Reina stays and sees her character finding a dead body that we can't see clearly, but this is the first time when her character actually looks scared. Reina stands up from her chair, looks like she doesn't remember making that face in that scene. Actually, she's not sure if this movie even had a scene like that, she doesn't remember filming it.

Reina continues watching the movie and she can see how her character keeps getting more and more emotional and how she yells at one of her "partners in crime" and throws her weapon on the ground. Reina turns around to see all people in the cinema enjoying the movie a lot more now. It looks like they really like the development this character is getting.

"Ah, so that's how it is

Am I a hero in your eyes now?

Have you forgiven me already?

You don't even know anything about me, how can you say those words so easily?"

Reina decides to leave, but before she does that, her character looks right at her and nods. Reina nods back with anger and hatred in her eyes and right when she leaves and closes the door behind her, everything starts to burn.

The whole cinema is on fire now. Her character sees everyone running and screaming and smiles while trying to hide the dead body from earlier, meanwhile Reina sits on a nearby bench and watches the cinema burn to the ground.

"So, who will tell this story: me or you?

Will you rewrite everything, will you decide how it ends?

I'm not against that, I just want you to know

You won't be able to forgive me until I forgive myself"

She looks relieved and she sighs while looking at the night sky.

#a note about the honorifics: since reina isn't putting on an act anymore she just calls everyone by their first names without -kun or -chan #minus miki and eiji (and hiyuu in the future) but she uses them in kind of.. mocking way maybe?#listen i didn't even try to make this vd so miki x reina (mikirei?? reimiki??) but here we are #no but they have potential. i can see it i can see it #something something both of us don't know how to cope with our guilt and we blame ourselves for what happened to our little brothers #and both of us have different coping mechanisms and one of us is trying to take all the blame and portray herself as the villain #while the other one is trying to save everyone but uses questionable methods and tries to distract herself from her own feelings of guilt #and also one of us is very >:3 (at least on the outside) while the other one is very >///< (again at least on the outside)#yeah reina's mv is kinda short but i also think it fits? i imagine her video actually being the shortest one (like double)#and after all she DID try to break the machine :)#🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#🎭prisoner 010: himura reina🎭#milgram #milgram oc #ocgram #milgram project #(also a note: one of the reasons why there's also a fire in reina's mv is because i had this idea in my head that if all mvs were watched-#in order akio's mv also starts with a fire so it's like. you get it. it'd be like a loop. it'd be fun)

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meredithbeckham · 9 months

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#the100edit #t100edit #bellamy x octavia #the 100 #bellamyblakeedit #octaviablakeedit #*#r: always yours #i'm not sure if this will. come across. as intended #but hear me out..#the complexity. the violent nature of this relationship - bellamy stripped of personhood of autonomy as he is made octavia's parent #brother nurturer protector prison guard. bellamy forced to contribute to the circumstances robbing octavia of power of autonomy of life in #the name of protecting her as he himself is allowed no life. bellamy made to repeat over and over what will happen octavia if she is expose #silence her cries hold space for her devastation #the capacity bellamy and octavia have to hurt each other more than anyone else and how to some degree it's neither of their faults because #the imbalance in their relationship was structured since before octavia was born - bellamy's life being for octavia and him being charged #with protecting octavia even against her will even by obstructing her autonomy #the resentment and the damage #how they are the only person who understands how the other grew up and how a part of them will always be in that room on the ark and #they will be forever trying to transcend the roles they were given #how they lash out at each other #they are the same and they are not the same. they are the same and they hate each other for it #how they each have moments of blind ferocity and violence lashing out and intentional strikes #octavia saying bellamy wouldn't be alive if he wasn't her brother and how on some level she knows he's never been allowed anything else #and how deeply it will cut because if he is not that is he worth anything #bellamy had no choice but to exile octavia but how ferocious this seems to her - how much of a betrayal his actions in s5 read to her #when octavia asks if bellamy wants her dead and he says yes #and it's both the most painful and cathartic moment in the world #and how octavia thinks a part of him has always felt this way #and how she can't blame him because she stole his life

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brotherconstant · 2 years

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GERRI KELLMAN & SHIV ROY Succession | 3.05: Retired Janitors of Idaho

#succession #successionedit #gerri kellman #shiv roy #logan roy #shiv x gerri #rjoi is brutal on shiv and i'm glad we got gerri's reaction to shiv being belittled and disparaged by logan #i'm so hungry for any insight into the old guard's feelings and knowledge about the siblings' relationship with their father #and j did a stellar job here. her micro expressions are lethal #and this was shortly after the 'you don't mind me relaying the news right. he's MY dad SO...'.#not to mention the 'i've got like...six more ovulation windowsuntil all sex is prison sex' scene and the #'i'm not gonna hump you it's just a hug' scene right after this one #beegifs

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kaiwewi · 2 years

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Hey!

Can I please get a little prisoner x guard with a little abuse warning for the action? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A Deal With the Devil

Synopsis: Villain's agreement with the warden of the local prison grants them any number of get-out-of-jail cards. But those don't come free, and the price continues to rise.

tw: nsfw, sex, abuse, non-con, implied self-harm

It had been a good arrangement, in the beginning.

Villain had been impressed when the warden had been thoughtful enough to bring lube and protection. The warden had been so very gentle with them too, that first time. Safer sex. Good sex even. Much better than they’d expected when they’d offered their body to the warden in return for assistance with a prison break.

Fucking for freedom.

A mutually beneficial arrangement.

Not much of a sacrifice, then.

Little had Villain known prison breaks were going to become a regular occurrence in their life.

“41 days on the run this time, that’s a new record,” the warden mused, grabbing a fistful of Villain’s hair. “You sure took your sweet time out there. A bit rude if you ask me.

“I missed you, Villain, and we both know I’m not the patient sort.”

That was an understatement.

Even though they had gathered enough experience in reading the warden’s tone by now to know what was coming, they still gasped audibly when the warden yanked their head back.

“Now listen, you little whore. If you want my help again, you’d better satisfy me.”

To think Villain used to like the touch of those hands, the sound of that voice. But not anymore. The gentle look that used to be in those eyes had long since been replaced by a leer that made their throat close up as if they’d swallowed something sticky and awful.

Bile burned the back of their mouth with every kiss the warden forced on them.

It was their own fault, really. They’d asked for it. They’d wanted this deal. The warden was probably justified in asking for more than just a simple fuck in return. After all, the warden was taking a risk breaking them out, a bigger one each time. Demanding a higher payment only made sense under such circumstances, didn’t it?

Villain winced, grimacing at the dark splotches and teeth marks the warden had left on their upper arm and shoulder, the scratches running across their chest in angry red lines. The abused skin stung and throbbed with every careless movement.

The warden tsked. “Displeased, are you? I have every right to mark you. As long as you need me more than I need you, I practically own you.”

Villain was grabbed by the throat and slammed down into the mattress. They opened their mouth to protest, then closed it again without uttering a word.

No, it wasn’t that big a deal. It was fine. They were only doing this as payment. A service for a service. Whatever it took to get them out of here, they’d endure it somehow. Freedom was invaluable after all. What were a few bruises anyway? It would be worth it.

Besides, this wasn’t the worst the warden had done.

As Villain had discovered over the last few months, the warden had a lot of dark dirty fantasies. But when the warden had brought up the first ideas, those hadn’t sounded so bad. Handcuffs and a blindfold to enhance the experience? Sure, why not. Some variety was good, right? Novelty was exciting, wasn’t it?

Merely a bit of harmless fun.

If only it had stopped there.

Ropes, gags, whips, chains, toys, role-play…

Somewhere along the line, Villain had stopped being comfortable with the suggestions. And yet, a deal was a deal. They needed the warden’s compliance or they’d be stuck in this shithole forever. What were a few hours of discomfort?

For a lack of better alternatives, they'd simply kept their head down and their mouth shut. Even as suggestions had turned into demands, they couldn’t really afford to fight back; the prize for disobedience was too high.

One of the warden’s hands slipped down to Villain’s crotch, fingers drawing patterns on sensitive skin.

The suddenly affectionate touch – a stark contrast to the rough ferocity with which they’d been handled just a moment ago – made Villain’s insides twist and revolt. The overwhelming sense of wrongness weighed on their stomach like a burning junk of lead.

“Wait,” they tried, “you don’t have to do this. It’s unnecessary.”

“Oh, I know.” The warden’s smile was all teeth. “But I want to see your face when I make you come.”

Villain glared, even as their body twitched and jerked under this mockery of pleasure.

The warden chuckled. “Don’t think I haven’t realised how much you hate me. I bet you’d love to tear me apart right now, wouldn’t you? If only you didn’t so desperately need me, huh?”

When Villain tried to turn their head, the warden grabbed their chin and forced eye contact. The warden’s other hand kept stroking them rhythmically. Infuriating. Disgusting.

Hungry eyes burned into theirs, a predator watching its prey.

Their heart pounded in their chest like it wanted them to flee or fight, to do something. Anything but this! But there was no point in fighting back, nothing to be gained by complaining, and they had too much to lose.

All of this was their own damn fault.

Their throat constricted painfully. Memories flashed before their eyes, of that one time when the warden had strangled them until they’d passed out.

There was no room and not enough air. Just touch. Too warm. Too much. Pain. Pleasure. Panic. Stop. Just stop. Please.

A moan slipped past Villain’s lips. Gross. So gross.

Their eyes stung and the image of the warden’s nasty smirk mere inches from their face began to blur. The air that barely reached their lungs was ripe with the warden’s foul breath. Nauseating. It seared their insides, burned their throat.

No. No, no, no. Stop. Please. Don’t.

Their hands clawed at the fabric of the bedsheet, until their nails felt close to being torn off. And even that wasn’t enough to drown out that hated sensation. Their body writhed under the unbidden touches. Moans. Whimpers. Tears.

But it would be worth it. It would be worth it. It would. It had to be.

All their muscles tensed, then quivered as they climaxed to the sound of the warden cackling above them.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” the warden growled into their ear. “You hating it this much makes it a million times hotter.”

The warden let go of their chin then, grabbed their hips instead, and started moving again. They went harder and faster this time, grunting and groaning with the effort. Like some disgusting beast.

While the warden fucked them, Villain lay there unmoving, limp and unresponsive beside the occasional sob or shudder shaking their body. Their eyes searched for that spot on the wall that vaguely resembled a cat, but their vision was too blurry to distinguish it from all the other holes and dents in the surface of the cold grey concrete.

As the warden finally finished and pulled back, Villain heaved a small sigh of relief.

Maybe it would all be over now. Come tomorrow, they’d be free again. They’d just have to stay out of trouble this time – be even more careful, smarter about their schemes, avoid confrontations with that hero who’d caught them the other ten times.

They’d escape. They could do it. This time would be different.

Eleven did sound like a lucky number, didn’t it?

And then all of this would have been worth it. They’d never have to see the warden again, nor that disgusting smirk that crept onto the warden’s face as they turned around in the door frame and winked at Villain.

“Pleasure doing business with you, love. I hope you’ll enjoy your little excursion. But don’t forget that I’m expecting you back by the end of next month. You’d better not keep me waiting this time.”

The door slammed shut between them, leaving Villain alone with their racing thoughts and another one of the warden’s loosely-veiled threats.

The end of next month... barely five weeks from now.

They barely managed to get up and stumble the few metres to the bathroom before they threw up.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

No. This was unbearable after all. Whatever else happened – whatever they’d have to do – they just couldn’t end up in this cell again!

Each time it only got worse.

Last time, they’d spent hours sitting curled-up and sobbing in the corner of the running shower and all the water in the world couldn’t have cleansed them of the warden’s presence.

What good was freedom when the warden’s touch lingered in each and every centimetre of their skin like a tattoo done with toxic ink, imbedded too deep to let itself be removed no matter how much one scraped and scratched and scrubbed at the surface?

At the end of the day, it wasn’t worth it.

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joonie-beanie · 7 months

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Doctor's Orders | [Wriothesley x Reader]

Summary: “Simply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.” In which a simple tea time turns heated, and you get caught up in the consequence of Wriothesley not listening to his doctor. Content: Smut, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Aphrodisiacs, fem!reader Word Count: 7.9k

Sigewinne is evil.

You would have never suspected that such a tiny, cute body could contain so much malevolence. (Although, Sigewinne would personally argue that you’re confused, and that the word you’re looking for is actually benevolence. But, you digress.)

It all starts a few weeks into your employment at the Fortress of Meropide.

You’d spotted a job listing for a “personal assistant” in passing one day, and had immediately become interested thanks to the very generous salary listed on the paper. Seeing the job was located in Fontaine’s unofficial prison had, of course, caused you to have some second thoughts about applying, but at the end of the day, money is money.

Which is how you’d found yourself down on the ocean floor, waiting with a few other candidates outside the Duke’s office.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous—waiting there to meet the head honcho of the prison. That when he stepped out to call you inside for your interview—all tall and beefy and scarred—your heart didn’t nervously flutter inside your chest.

…but to your surprise, he’s actually much softer than he appears.

“So,” he says, sitting down across from you at his desk. He folds his arms and smiles at you. “Why should I hire you? ”

Having been through this process before, you had immediately rattled off your qualifications and experiences. A few of which Wriothesley had proceeded to comment on and inquire about further. But it wasn’t until he asked—

“What benefit will I receive from picking you specifically?”

And you’d responded with—

“Errand girl.”

“What?”

“I can run errands for you. I’m sure the guards can be slow, going back and forth. But if you’re my direct employer, I can do whatever you want. Drop documents off, check in on things…pick up more tea.”

—that Wriothesley finally makes up his mind.

“Hmm. Very convincing.”

The next day, you receive a letter with the terms of your employment, and your official start date.

So, since then, you’ve been working for Wriothesley. Which is actually kind of…nice.

Your job mostly consists of going back and forth between the prison and the surface, so that Wriothesley can stay in the Fortress and better monitor his domain. The autonomy the job grants you is very rewarding, and in the same breath, Wriothesley also feels rewarded by how you take care of things without him needing to ask more than once.

Safe to say, the two of you get along.

…which Sigewinne notices.

You, of course, meet Sigewinne on your first day. Wriothesley makes a point of introducing you and showing you where the nurse’s office is located, in case you get hurt, or need to drop something off.

The human-like melusine enthusiastically welcomes you, and, at first, you see her as…someone sweet, and caring. A treasure of the prison.

However, over time, your opinion of her slowly starts to change.

Because she keeps looking at you. Specifically, whenever you’re standing next to Wriothesley.

“Why is she doing that?” you ask him one day, nudging him gently with your elbow. He immediately looks up from his meal, over to where Sigewinne is waiting in the lunch line, her pink eyes boring into you.

“She’s probably just double checking that you’re healthy,” Wriothesley responds, paying her no mind. “I often catch her staring at me, too. You must be growing on her.”

Despite his reassuring words, you can’t help but feel a little…put off…by the look in her eyes. Like she’s plotting something.

The second weird thing you notice is when you walk into the infirmary to drop off some herbs she’d asked for, and find her drawing. At first, you assume she’s doodling, since she seems kid-like a lot of the time.

But instead, when you lean over her shoulder and look, you see that she’s writing words. A big, black “DO NOT DISTURB”...with pink hearts and a few flowers drawn around it.

“What’s that for?” you ask her, forcing a smile.

“Oh! It’s just for a project I’m working on,” she responds, swiveling in her chair to face you. She happily kicks her feet, her eyes darting to the herbs you’re carrying with you.

“Ah, are those what I asked for? Thank you!”

You hand her the small bundle of dried flowers and grasses, watching as she immediately turns and places them on her desk next to some string, and cheesecloth.

“You’re welcome,” you respond, taking a small step backwards. “If that’s all, I’ll keep working on the rest of the tasks on my list—”

“Wait,” she says, grabbing your wrist. You instantly freeze, your eyes going wide as you turn back to face her. There’s a serious look on her face.

“How do you feel about Wriothesley?”

Her question makes your heart skip—heat rising on your skin.

“What?”

She doesn’t bother elaborating or giving you context, just waits for you to respond. You cough a little, feeling awkward, and wondering what kind of answer she’s looking for.

“Well…I mean. I think he’s a good boss. He’s friendly, and devoted to his job. He runs the prison well.”

Sigewinne nods, but doesn’t comment. Just keeps…staring.

Feeling pressured, you force yourself to think of more to say.

“Um…he’s deserving of his title and the respect he garners. I…enjoy speaking with him? Like when he invites me to partake in tea breaks. I dunno…he just kinda reminds me of a big, fluffy puppy. He looks scary but he’s actually pretty…cute, y’know?”

Finally, Sigewinne smiles. She takes your hand in her tiny ones, giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you for answering my question. You can go now.”

You blink at her dumbly, but nonetheless excuse yourself from the room.

Two days later, Wriothesley invites you to his office for tea. And to your surprise, when you walk in, you find Sigewinne waiting there as well.

“Thank you for coming!” she says as you enter the room. You flash her a smile, taking a seat in one of the open chairs around the table.

“Of course!”

“Sigewinne has a tea she wants us both to try,” Wriothesley explains, a fond look in his eyes as he watches the resident nurse flit around—pouring hot water into the teacups that have been set out.

You nod.

“I see.”

“Although, I don’t know why you won’t just steep the tea in the pot,” Wriothesley complains to her, just as Sigewinne places individual tea bags in each cup. “Are we not all being served the same tea?”

She cutely huffs.

“For your information, no we are not. Your and Y/N’s tea is unique.”

“Oh?” Wriothesley leans forward to look into the teacups as the colors from the herbs begin to bleed into the water. “What’s so unique about it?”

“You’ll see,” she responds with a playful look, one that causes Wriothesley to amusedly raise his eyebrows. However, he doesn’t say anything more—simply waiting for the tea to appropriately steep.

“...are you using the herbs I brought you?”

You can’t help but notice the smell wafting from the cup in front of you is a little familiar. Sigewinne nods.

“Wow! I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Ah, so this must be the reason you wanted me to lend you Y/N for a task the other day,” Wriothesley chimes in, his icy blue eyes once again shifting to Sigewinne.

“Do I get to know what herbs you requested Y/N to bring you, exactly?”

The resident nurse shakes her head, quietly laughing when Wriothesley sighs and deflates back into his chair.

“It’s meant to be a surprise! I want to see what you think about the taste without knowing the ingredients.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

Folding your hands on your lap, the office descends into silence for a brief moment, the three of you intently watching the teacups in front of you. Then, Sigewinne finally claps her hands and declares—

“Okay, they’ve steeped long enough. Go ahead!”

“Finally,” Wriothesley happily mumbles, reaching forward to pick up the pristine little plate on which his cup of tea resides. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling deeply, and then takes a tentative sip.

“Hmm…”

He frowns, his brows pinching as he tries to discern the flavors he’s tasting.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you take a sip from your own cup—wincing as the hot liquid accidentally burns your tongue.

“So?” Sigewinne prompts, staring excitedly between the two of you.

“It’s…pleasant,” you respond, clearly not as big of a tea connoisseur as the Duke. “It has a hint of sweetness.”

“It tastes like a Rainbow Rose smells,” Wriothesley adds, taking another sip. His gaze slides to you. “Did you pick some for her?”

You shake your head.

“No, I didn’t. Or…at least I didn’t pick any fresh ones. I did go to a vendor and purchase something in a bottle that looked like crushed, pink dust.”

Sigewinne cutely laughs.

“As expected of you, Your Grace. Yes, one of the ingredients is dried Rainbow Rose petals. Do you like it?”

Wriothesley makes a pleased sound.

“I do. The taste is light, but pleasant—like Y/N said.”

“Good! I want both of you to drink up.”

Sigewinne finally picks up her own tea, and you can’t help but notice the difference in color when compared to yours and Wriothesley’s. She really is drinking something different…but why?

“Aye aye, captain,” Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne laugh. You smile at the cute interaction between them, and have some more of your tea as well.

Together, the three of you engage in friendly conversation—catching up about recent topics while indulging in tea and a few different snacks that Wriothesley had pulled out for the occasion. As you drink, you can’t help but notice you feel…warm. A heat that spreads out from your stomach, and slowly creeps into your limbs.

You’ve never felt this way before but…maybe the tea is just extra hot today?

You glance up to Wriothesley and notice that he’s a little flushed as well. Which is…reassuring? You think. Since you’re obviously not the only one affected.

“Oh! Y/N!”

Sigewinne’s sudden call of your name draws you from your thoughts, and you look over at her. She smiles.

“I forgot to ask, but are you dating anyone?”

“Sigewinne,” Wriothesley gently scolds. He leans forward and sets his teacup on the table, the cup now empty.

His tone practically says “It’s not appropriate to ask questions like that” without actually saying it. Sigewinne pouts.

“Aww, c’mon. We’re all friends here! I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”

Hearing that the melusine considers you to be a friend, you decide to grace her with an answer—ignoring the tingling of the taste buds on your tongue.

“No, I am not seeing anyone,” you inform her with a polite smile. Sigewinne nods happily at your answer, which makes your smile waver.

Is she happy you’re single?? Ouch.

“Okay, good,” she says. “I’d feel a little bad, otherwise.”

You blink in confusion at her words, watching her as she pops off her chair and heads towards the door. Wriothesley raises an eyebrow at her.

There’s sweat beading on his brow.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” she responds. “To give you two some privacy.”

You and Wriothesley glance at each other, mirroring each other’s confusion.

Your tummy starts to ache.

“Why are you leaving us alone, exactly?”

Stopping just in front of the office doors, Sigewinne turns on her heel to face the two of you. There’s a smug grin on her face.

“This is what happens when you don’t follow doctor’s orders.”

You frown, raising a hand to your chest, wondering why your heart is suddenly racing.

What’s this about doctor’s orders?

You glance over at Wriothesley…only to see that he’s frozen in shock—his eyes wide with realization.

His pants feel too tight.

“Sigewinne, you did not—”

There’s an edge to his voice when he speaks, his eyes narrowing. He plants his feet on the floor and prepares to stand and confront her, but before he can blink, Sigewinne has drawn her pistol—a tranquilizing bullet hitting him square in the chest, where a little patch of skin is showing.

He makes a noise of surprise, and quickly flops back into his chair to avoid falling on the floor—his limbs immediately going numb.

“Sigewinne!” you gasp. You’re not sure what’s going on, but the fact that she’d just shot Wriothesley is…

“It’s okay,” she says with a little sigh. “The effect will wear off in a few minutes. And…I’m sorry I scared you. Let me explain…”

She holsters her gun and smiles at you, trying to calm you down.

“As the nurse of the Fortress of Meropide, it is my duty to look after all residents, including Your Grace. And over the last few months, I’ve noticed him becoming more… irritable.”

“Sigewinne…,” Wriothesley mumbles, but the girl waves him off.

“After observing him for a while, I realized that his stress levels were getting high. And as his doctor, I recommended him a way to manage his stress, but he refused. He insisted tea was enough to soothe his nerves, but that’s simply not true. So…when you started working here, and I saw how well the two of you were getting along, I…got an idea.”

Sigewinne glances over at Wriothesley, noticing how he’s begun to shift his boots against the floor.

Her tranquilizers won’t be in effect much longer. They never work as well on people Wriothesley’s size…

So, she decides to cut to the chase.

Reaching into her pocket, Sigewinne pulls out the DO NOT DISTURB sign you’d seen her making the other day. She holds it in front of her, and beams at you.

“Simply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.”

“You…you drugged us?” you gape, completely thrown by everything she’s just told you. She immediately gets defensive, her cheeks puffing.

“I medicated you,” she corrects. “And in the end, I’m only acting as a doctor. This all could have been avoided if Your Grace had just taken care of his own needs, as I’d insisted. Since he didn’t, I could only logically assume it's because it’s his preference to have a partner, rather than going at it solo. So, if you want to blame anyone for this, please blame him.”

“Sigewinne—”

Gripping the arms of his chair, Wriothesley breathes out a heavy sigh and begins to push himself up. You can’t help but notice his face is much redder now, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment, the effects of the drugs, or both.

Seeing that Wriothesley has nearly regained his strength, Sigewinne hurries to exit his office.

“Anyway! The effects of the tea should wear off in a few hours, but only if you relieve yourselves. Otherwise, it will last much longer. So I suggest you let loose and indulge yourselves. You like each other! Enjoy this time!”

Wriothesley opens his mouth to say something, but his words catch in his throat the second Sigewinne opens his office door. He doesn’t want anyone outside of his office walls to hear him or know what’s going on.

“I’ll hang this sign on the door,” Sigewinne continues, her voice hushing. “So no one comes in while you two are…busy. Just remove it once you’re done, okay? Have fun!”

With a supportive little fist pump, Sigewinne then closes the door, leaving you and Wriothesley alone.

A few long beats of silence pass, then Wriothesley finally sighs.

"I…apologize for this. I never meant for you to get roped in."

You turn to look at him, only to find that he's standing with his back to you, his hand raising to rub at the back of his head.

You can see his muscles flexing as he does so, and you hate to admit that it causes the heat inside you to grow.

"It's…not your fault," you respond, laughing a little awkwardly. "I doubt it's easy to follow directions when your doctor tells you to jack off to rectify your hardass-ness."

Wriothesley glances at you over his shoulder.

"Have I been acting like a hardass?"

"You've been a little snippy at times," you tell him, smoothing your sweaty palms down your legs. Seriously, your clothes are starting to make you feel claustrophobic…

"Not to me, specifically. But I've noticed it towards some of the prison residents."

"Shit," he sighs, rubbing his temples. You continue to watch him, your eyes wandering the expanse of his back. For a second, you don't understand why he won't face you. Then it clicks.

"...are you…hard? Is that why you're not turning around?"

"It's…pretty bad," Wriothesley admits, his shoulder sagging in defeat. "I don't know what all was in that tea but…as an aphrodisiac, it's doing its job."

"Yeah…," you agree, swallowing heavily. You can feel wet arousal pooling on the fabric of your panties. His office has also started to feel like a sauna, but you're not sure if it's the air that's hot, or your body.

However, you're still not willing to breach the topic of "relief" with him. You haven't reached that level of desperation…yet .

So, you think of something else to carry the conversation in the meantime.

"So…Sigewinne said you like me?"

"Ah, you caught that."

He laughs a little, and begins pacing around the room, still careful to keep his back to you. You can't help but notice his stride is a little…impeded.

"If I'm being frank—yes, I do. You've been…a pleasure to have around, since I hired you. Actually, one of the reasons I picked you in the first place was because of how you acted during your interview. Most people are scared of me and therefore talk cautiously. You're certainly respectful, of course, but…you're a bit playful, as well. And I found that quality to be attractive."

"Ah, so I charmed you," you respond playfully. "Remind me to add that point to my resume later. "Managed to woo the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide". That sounds pretty good—"

"And there you go again," Wriothesley laughs. He steps behind the chair he'd been sitting in previously, and then finally turns to face you—the back of the chair tall enough that his lower half is out of sight.

"Although, if I recall her words correctly, Sigewinne stated that we "like each other". So, is there something you'd like to say as well?"

Your eyes go wide, and you feel more blood rush into your head. Wriothesley smiles, wide enough to show teeth.

"C’mon now. It's not fair that I praise you and get nothing in return."

You pout.

"To be fair, I didn't know why Sigewinne suddenly asked me what I thought of you…"

"That’s understandable, but still. I'd like to know what you told her."

Wriothesley maintains his playful demeanor, despite the way his knuckles begin to turn white at his sides—a deep-seated need slowly sinking its claws into him.

You sigh.

"I just…told her that you're a good boss, and are deserving of your titles and the respect you garner…"

You trail off, suddenly remembering the last thing you'd told Sigewinne during that conversation. Wriothesley clearly notices there's something you're leaving out, one of his eyebrows raising.

"And?"

You take a deep breath.

"That you're a cute puppy."

He blinks in shock.

"...excuse me?"

Oh god, you wanna phase through the floor.

"I said that even though you look scary, you're really just like a big…cute…puppy."

For a moment, Wriothesley can only stare at you. Then, he throws his head back and laughs.

Embarrassed, you plant your palms on your thighs and push to your feet, instinctively wanting to run away…only to realize that your legs have gone weak.

With a distraught noise, you flop back into your chair.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wriothesley notices.

He coughs, pulling himself back together.

"Well, I've certainly never heard myself described in such a way before. I can't say I totally hate it, but I'm not sure if I agree with the term "puppy"."

You force an awkward laugh, finally losing steam as the arousal inside you begins to cloud your thoughts. Sigewinne obviously wasn't messing around when making her aphrodisiac…you've never felt so horny before that it has literally hindered your mental and physical faculties.

The office is silent for a few tense moments, but finally, Wriothesley heaves a heavy sigh. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his shoulders slumping as he hangs his head.

"You may revoke your good opinion of me, considering how inappropriate it is for a boss to even consider such a thing, but…I think my dick is gonna explode soon, so I'll just come out and ask."

You swallow, anticipating his next words.

"Would you be…interested in having sex?"

Your body shivers in excitement at the idea, the lustful part of your brain screaming at you to jump him already.

"I…would," you admit, managing to keep it together. Wriothesley's entire body jolts impatiently at your words, but he’s able to keep himself grounded.

"I don't think I'll be able to survive…this without some relief. And…I trust you. So…"

"So we're in agreement," Wrioslethely supplies, waiting for your confirmation. You nod your head.

"We are."

In the next beat, he's is crossing the space between you, a "thank god" barely making it past his lips before he crashes them into yours.

Immediately, you’re groaning into him—your arms wrapping around his neck and his hands finding the backs of your thighs. He lifts you from your chair easily—your chests pressing together as he holds you close.

You’ve always been acutely aware of how large Wriothesley is, but you don’t think it fully sinks in until now—as he manhandles you with ease, quite literally carrying you with one arm as the other sneaks beneath your shirt and tugs it over your head.

You’re forced to break the kiss as he does so, but the second the fabric has been discarded, you’re tangling your fingers in his hair and dragging him in for another.

Your action evokes a pleased little rumble inside his chest.

“You taste sweet,” he mumbles, his palm roaming over the exposed skin of your back. The warmth of his skin against yours makes you ache.

“It’s probably the aphrodisiac,” you reply breathlessly, a shiver raking your spine when you feel his fingers toy at the waistband of your pants.

“Hmm, shall we posit your theory?”

Before you can even think to ask what he means, the room is spinning—too many things happening at once. However, it’s nearly impossible to miss the feel of your pants being shucked down your legs.

When everything settles, you find that you’re no longer chest to chest with Wriothesley, but rather, face to dick.

“Wh—”

Your cheeks heat up as you finally digest the position he’s put you in—your ass in his face, and his crotch in yours—his body now firmly planted in a chair as he spreads his thighs and makes himself comfortable.

“Wriothesley!” you say in shock, your palms gripping his legs for support as you attempt to turn and face him. However, you quickly realize with the position he has chosen, you’re fairly helpless to do anything—completely at his mercy as he locks his arms around your legs and grips your ass in his hands.

“Hm?” he responds nonchalantly, one of his fingers slipping under the edge of your panties. You shift a little, trying to glare at him, but only succeed in having his clothed dick poke you in the cheek. He tenses at the sensation, and you feel his cock strain helplessly against the fabric of his pants—begging for more friction.

“I’m just testing your theory, like I said,” he continues, a surprised mewl tearing from your throat as he leans his head forward and nuzzles his nose in the damp fabric of your panties.

“If you think it’s the aphrodisiac making you sweet, let’s see if it’s also having that effect elsewhere—”

Before you can protest, Wriothesley is tugging the crotch of your underwear aside—his tongue licking a hot, languid strip between your folds. You gasp at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs through the layer of clothes that he wears.

Above you, the Duke makes a pleased sound, repeating his previous action—noting the way your body writhes against his hold. His fingers grip your ass tighter, his brows furrowing as he presses his tongue inside your entrance—your arousal quickly coating his taste buds.

“Yep,” he mutters after a moment, his voice tight and his throat bobbing as he harshly swallows. “You taste…addicting.”

His words have your cunt squeezing around nothing, although he quickly dives back in and rectifies that problem—stretching your walls out around his tongue.

“Fuck…,” you pant, your head dropping as your strength wanes. Your muscles progressively start to feel like jelly, thanks to his ministrations. Especially, when he moves his mouth to your clit and begins rolling his tongue around it—a whine escaping you as the desire inside of you sears white hot.

And yet, despite the way Wriothesley presses on—groaning into your pussy as he eats you out—you’d be remiss to forget about the fact that he’s currently affected by the aphrodisiac as well, and has his own needs that need to be taken care of.

So, gathering what strength you have, you manage to push yourself up onto your forearms—your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. You frantically work open the button and zipper of his slacks, and then hook your fingers under the elastic of his underwear, tugging the band down.

…only to have his freed cock immediately spring up and smack you in the face.

Your eyes go wide, and in normal circumstances, you’d expect Wriothesley to laugh at the comedy of what has just occurred. However, too immersed in the way your cunt tastes and feels, and the way your body continues to twitch in his hold, he doesn’t even notice. And, too amazed by the sheer size of Wriothesley’s dick as you finally lean your head back and get a good look at him, you don’t bother saying anything.

No, instead you simply part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouth—sucking lightly, your tongue teasing at his slit. The groan that’s immediately torn from his throat is involuntary—the sound becoming muffled by your pussy as he momentarily stops to savor the feeling of your mouth on his dick—your tongue flattening on the underside of his shaft as you slowly take more of him into your mouth.

Then, he goes back to eating you out with renewed fervor—your eyes nearly rolling back into your skull when he sucks at your clit.

The room quickly fills with the sound of sloppy and messy oral, your head bobbing up and down Wriothesley’s cock. Saliva drips down his length, his pre-cum smearing against your tongue, and you can’t help but moan.

Everything feels so good—from Wriothesley’s tongue on your cunt, to the way his cock fills up your mouth…

“Fuck,” Wriothesley growls. His fingers move to pull at the folds of your pussy, spreading you open wider. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he moves his mouth back to your clit, where he then stays—his tongue flicking rhythmically against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pace and motion he settles on is one that you know will very quickly damn you, and he figures this out as well based on the way your thighs begin to shake in his grasp. Your body attempts to jolt away from him—trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure he intends to give—but he leaves no wiggle room. He holds you tighter, enjoying the feeling of your mouth on his cock, and how your efforts slowly start to crumble along with your sanity.

“I…,” you mumble the word around dick, trying to warn him of the orgasm you can feel quickly approaching. Your entire body swims with arousal, your head feeling light.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he pants. “Let’s cum together.”

You feel his cock throb against your tongue, and, dutifully, you do your best to continue sucking him off—your lips once again suctioning around his shaft. Your actions immediately evoke a pleased groan from the Duke, and you feel his thighs tense in your grasp—his own orgasm quickly approaching.

However, despite your best efforts to continue, everything falls apart the second your climax finally crests.

With a cry, you come undone—your body writhing in his hold. You go brainless almost immediately, the strength in your arms wavering, and Wriothesley’s cock stuffing into your cheek—your hot breath fanning over his length.

Luckily, the vulgarity of the entire situation is enough to push Wriothesley over the finish line—his dick painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. And to his surprise, once he’s spent, you actually pull your head back, close your lips, and swallow.

Shit, he thinks.

His dick is just starting to soften, and yet somehow, it’s also already getting hard again.

There’s a few beats of quiet that are filled only with the sound of you and Wriothesley panting. Then, once he’s caught his breath, he says—

“Let’s get you right side up.”

—and the world spins again.

Honestly, the fact that he can manhandle you this easily is criminal.

“You okay?” he asks, sitting you on one of his thighs. He brushes a few stray hairs from your face, staring at you with a hint of concern.

You nod your head, grateful that the carnal desire you’ve been afflicted with is clearly less, now that you and Wriothesley have both gotten off. But…even despite that, you still feel hot and tingly. Like you want more.

You glance down at his lap.

“Mmm. Seems like you’re in the same predicament as me.”

“Think you can handle another round?” he asks. You meet his eyes, playfully raising your eyebrows.

“I’m almost tempted to say no, and see what you do.”

Wriothesley rolls his eyes, his hands grabbing your waist, and in the next moment, you find yourself slung over his shoulder.

“Hey—!” you protest, attempting to look at him, but he only caresses your ass with his free hand.

“If you have that much spunk left in you, you can handle another round,” he says, carrying you down the nearby staircase, to the floor below his office. “But, I’ll be kind this time and make you more comfortable.”

His boots echo against the metal floor as he walks, and for a second, you wonder where exactly he’s taking you. But, soon after, Wriothesley pushes through a nearby door, and you find yourself in a moderately sized bedroom.

It must be his, you realize, feeling a little silly that you’d never pondered before now where the Master of the prison actually sleeps.

“Here we are.”

Wriothesley gently deposits you onto his bed, and then immediately reaches for his tie. You watch him with bated breath, your heart doing a tiny flip as you realize that he’s finally stripping out of his clothes. He opts to leave on the leather belts encircling his arms and neck, instead focusing the bulk of his time on shedding his suit, and undoing the many buckles on his boots.

By the time he’s finished—his erect cock once again sitting heavy between his legs—you’re practically drooling at the sight of him.

His lips twitch into a little smile.

“I’m happy to know that you like what you see. However, in the time I spent undressing myself, you couldn’t be bothered to remove what little clothing you have left? C’mon now, are you waiting for me to wrestle you out of them?”

Still feeling cheeky, you flash him a grin.

“Hm, I’d like to see you try.”

Wriothesley immediately cocks an eyebrow, his eyes glinting at the challenge you’ve just issued, and your attitude wavers, realizing what it is you’ve done. You open your mouth to say you’re only teasing—your hands already raising behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra—but it’s too late.

In one swift motion, Wriothesley grabs your ankle and twists you onto your stomach—his weight settling above you as he kneels onto the bed. You shiver when his knuckles brush against your skin—his fingers swiftly undoing your bra.

“You’re just a little brat, aren’t you…”

He speaks the words fondly, with a hint of amusement, and yet, they still go straight to your cunt.

“Don’t say things like that,” you respond, instinctively raising your hips when Wriothesley hooks his fingers on your underwear and begins tugging them down your thighs. He stares intently at your backside as he does so, an idea popping into his mind.

“Why? Because you like it too much?”

He discards your panties on the floor along with the rest of the clothes you’d both shed, and then grabs your knees, forcing you to spread your legs, so he can properly settle between them.

Another blush rises on your face at his words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. At your lack of response, Wriothesely continues.

“In my understanding, brats tend to like it a little rougher, so…”

His hands ghost up your thighs, to your hips, and he grips you tightly—forcing your lower half off the bed until you’re propped up on your knees—his cock sitting heavy against your ass.

“...what say we continue like this, hm?”

Bracing yourself on your forearms, you turn your head back to look at him—your body tensing as you watch him fist his cock and drag it downward, between the lips of your pussy.

His icy eyes catch yours.

“Any objection?”

“...no,” you mumble, your fingers anticipatedly fisting in the sheets.

Wriothesley nods—

“Good.”

—and then presses the head of his cock inside you.

Immediately, you drop your forehead against the mattress—willing your body to relax for him as he slowly inches inside of you.

His tongue had certainly been enjoyable, but this? Fuck. Nothing compares to the sensation of him slowly stuffing you inch by inch—the girth of his cock positively delicious as he forces your cunt to stretch to accommodate him.

It’s so much that by the time he’s fully seated inside of you, your body is shaking—your breath coming out in quick, desperately little pants.

Seeing your reaction, Wriothesely soothes a hand up your spine, his warm palm settling between your shoulder blades. He decides to start slow—to give you a little more time to adjust to him.

And honestly, he’d love to take his time in general—to really savor the sight of you beneath him, your cunt swallowing his cock so perfectly, but alas. The effects of the aphrodisiac make him impatient with need, and it’s not long before he’s moving faster—little gasps and whines finding their way past your lips as he begins fucking you back onto his cock.

“Ahh…seriously you’re…so fucking tight,” he curses. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip—his jaw clenching, and his racing heart pumping lust through his veins.

Your cunt clamping on his dick seriously might be his personal slice of heaven.

“Wrio, I—,” you can’t even get the words out, your brain short-circuiting. You can’t think straight anymore—not with his cock rubbing you in all the right spots, making a mess of your insides, and quickly rocketing you towards another—

Wait, no, it’s only been a minute—!

“Fuck! ”

You choke the word out, your spine curving and your knuckles turning white as your second orgasm of the night is unexpectedly forced out of you—your pussy spasming around Wriothesley’s dick.

The last of your strength officially drained, you collapse forward onto the mattress, your cheek smushing into the covers.

…however, Wriothesley doesn’t allow your lower half to fall along with the rest of you—his hold on your hips keeping your twitching pussy firmly planted on his still-hard dick.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he reminds you, his cock continuing to languidly drag between your walls, drawing out the tail end of your pleasure.

You can’t help but whimper at his words, already feeling a bit oversensitive thanks to two consecutive orgasms. Wriothesley does his best to soothe your frayed nerves.

Leaning over you, he gently tangles his fist in your hair—coaxing your head off the mattress so he can kiss you.

The kiss is messy, but sweet—the angle of your bodies forcing his cock deeper inside of you, his hips completely flush against your ass.

“You’re doing so good,” he tells you, peppering a trail of kisses against your cheek, and across your jaw. His praise causes you to whimper, a shiver raking up your spine when his tongue drags across your skin—his teeth nipping at the nape of your neck.

His actions successfully get you to relax—your body becoming more pliable in his grasp as he once again begins to move. And soon enough, the wet sound of sex fills his bedroom once more.

Wanting to help him cum (and to feel his seed fill you), you do your best to help Wriothesley along—purposefully flexing the walls of your pussy as he fucks you. However, in doing so, you accidentally start yourself down the path of yet another orgasm…

Feeling the familiar, aching pleasure beginning to build inside of you once again, you quickly stop what you’re doing. You think that a third orgasm honestly might kill you, but…it’s too late.

Wriothesley has already noticed your growing arousal, and decides that he likes it better when the two of you cum together.

So, he sneaks one of his hands between the apex of your legs, and begins rubbing at your clit.

The garbled, desperate cry that leaves your mouth immediately becomes seared in his mind for a long time to come.

“No, Wrio, I…I can’t. I—”

Your words come out jumbled, tears beading on your lash line.

Momentarily removing his hand from your clit, he once again reaches forward and grips your hair—pulling your head back so he can kiss you. His lips swallow up your worries.

“You can,” he insists, his voice whispering in your ear, and his hot breath fanning over your skin.

“I want you to cum with me, pretty girl. You can do it.”

You give no protest aside from a cute little whine, and that's good enough for Wriothesley.

Releasing your hair, his hand finds your clit once more.

He then proceeds to fuck you into the mattress—pursuing his orgasm with abandon. A groan leaves his mouth at the way your pussy starts clamping on his dick once again—tightening up with each pass of his fingers across your clit—your pussy slick and messy with your own arousal.

Unable to think straight, you can only hold on for dear life—clinging to his sheets like a lifeline. You can’t even process the sounds that are coming out of your own mouth—a damned, desperate symphony moans.

To Wriothesley, it all sounds like a siren's cry—beckoning him closer to the edge.

“Shit,” he pants, feeling his cock throb, and his balls tighten. The motion of his fingers on your clit quickens—your toes curling as the coil of pleasure in your tummy continues to wind—so close to snapping.

Sweat beading on his brow, Wriothesley leans forward, curling his body against yours. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, his husky voice sending goosebumps across your skin.

“So good for me…,” he breathes, his hips smacking into your ass. His broad strokes deteriorate into needy rutting, and the sensation has you quite literally sobbing—his cock now incessantly grinding into your g-spot.

You can’t take it anymore.

Shoving your face into the mattress, you bite the sheets and scream—your entire body shaking as you cum for a third time, your cunt milking around Wriothesley’s cock.

He curses at the feeling, his face burying in your neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he hugs you to his body—fucking inside of you a few more times before finally joining you in ecstasy.

His teeth sink into you as his orgasms peaks, a heady groan muffled against your skin as his balls empty—pumping you full of his cum.

It’s not until the intensity of his pleasure has died down that Wriothesley ultimately releases you from his hold—your lower half immediately flopping down onto the bed, and his softening cock slipping out of you.

The Duke takes a moment to simply look at you, and how fucked out you are. Your eyes bleary, skin flushed, and the imprint of his teeth engraved in your flesh.

He grunts at the sight, and settles in beside you—his arm curling around your waist as he tugs you back against him. His tongue immediately begins lapping at the bite mark he’d inflicted, attempting to soothe the sting.

After a few seconds, you begin shaking, and Wriothesley immediately pauses, scared that he’s hurt you in some way.

…only to realize that you’re laughing.

“...puppy…”

He props himself up, glancing at you.

“What?”

“You really are like a puppy,” you giggle, your finger lifting to brush a stray tear from your eye. “The way you bit me, and then immediately started licking at it in apology. So cute…”

You break into another tiny fit of laughter, and Wriothesley rolls his eyes, yet can’t help cracking a smile.

“Well, I’m glad to know I didn’t break you, at the very least.”

His hand rubs against your waist.

“...right?”

Finally getting ahold of yourself, you roll onto your back and smile at him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He immediately leans into your touch, and it makes your heart flutter.

“I’m not broken, no. Just…sore. And gross. And sweaty.”

Wriothesley chuckles.

“Well, I think I can rectify some of those issues. I do have a bathroom, with a tub.”

“Wow,” you respond, watching him as he scoots to the edge of the mattress and gets to his feet. He waits a second for you to join him, but you don’t move.

“My…limbs feel like jello,” you admit, raising your arm and flopping it back down bonelessly for emphasis. Wriothesley rolls his eyes, but nonetheless leans over the bed and scoops you into his arms.

You rest your cheek against his chest, admiring for the first time how soft it really is.

“Whatever shall I do with you,” he playfully sighs, carrying you into the adjacent bathroom. He sets you on the vanity, moving over to the tub and turning on the tap for the hot water. You hum.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things you can do. The first of which is helping me into the bath once it’s ready.”

Wriothesley quietly chuckles. Returning to your side, he takes your hand, and brings it to his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once the tub has filled, the Duke keeps true to his word—once again carefully cradling you in his arms as he seats himself in the tub basin, before positioning you in the space between his legs.

The steaming water immediately soothes the ache of your body, and you sigh in relief—sinking back against Wriothesley’s body. He lightly wraps one arm around your waist, the other resting on the edge of the tub.

For a few long minutes, the two of you bask in silence, simply enjoying the refreshing feel of the bath.

…then, you start to notice something beginning to grow—pressing at your back.

“...really? Is the aphrodisiac still getting to you that much?”

“No,” he admits after a beat, leaning forward to kiss your neck. “I think this one is actually all me.”

You roll your eyes, but nonetheless crane your head to the side—allowing him access to more of your skin as his mouth begins to wander.

“I thought I made it clear that my limbs are jello right now.”

“I can work with that,” he responds, and you feel him grin. His hand slowly trails down your stomach, and between your legs.

“I’ll do all the work. You just get to make pretty sounds and feel good.”

His fingers slide between the folds of your pussy, and you jolt as he passes over your overly-sensitive clit. But seriously…how are you going to say no to him?

“What am I going to do with you?” you sigh, echoing his earlier words. His chest rumbles with laughter, and he grabs your chin with his free hand—turning your head so he can kiss you.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things.”

The next morning, you find yourself in a back in your clothes, standing beside Wriothesley just inside his office door.

“I’ll go first,” you say, to which he nods. “I have some errands to run anyway. You can wait a minute and then come out after me.”

“Sounds good.”

The two of you stare at each other for a second, before you finally square your shoulders, and reach for the door handle.

Before you can twist it, Wriothesley catches your wrist. When you look back at him, you find that there’s a blush on his cheeks.

“So, I’ll…see you later?”

His suddenly bashful demeanor causes you to smile. Pressing onto your toes, you cup his cheeks and softly kiss him. He immediately grabs your waist—deepening the kiss.

“You’ll see me later,” you promise.

With that, the two of you finally separate, and you disappear through his office door.

Wriothesley takes a deep breath at your departure, combing a hand through his hair as he waits for the right moment to make his own exit.

To be safe, he decides to wait a good few minutes. But finally, he opens his door—preparing to venture into the main area of the fortress, and make his normal rounds.

…however, he only makes it a step before remembering the sign Sigewinne had made.

With a sigh, he immediately backtracks and tears the DO NOT DISTURB sign off of his door, crumpling it between his palms.

When he turns back around, he nearly jumps—Sigewinne standing right in front of him.

“So,” she says, a pleased grin on her face. “How’d it go?”

Narrowing his eyes, Wriothesley only stares ahead, and walks past her. She easily follows after him.

“The fact that you’re out and about this early in the day means something likely happened between you and Y/N.”

“No comment,” Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne giggle. They pass by a few prisoners as Wriothesley makes a B-line for the elevator to the production zone. Once there, Sigewinne squeezes herself in along with him.

As the elevator begins to descend, only a few seconds pass in silence, before Sigewinne asks one last question.

“As your doctor, it’s my recommendation that you continue to regularly relieve your stress. So, are you going to be dutifully carrying out my orders from now on?”

Wriothesley makes a little face, glancing away from her.

“...maybe.”

Sigewinne smiles.

That’s good enough for her.

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