#drew please stay far away from this blog i’m begging you

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Heyy! I love your blog I was wondering if I could request an enhypen imagine! Could you please do the reader is playfully teasing them and they pick the reader and throw them over their shoulder and tickle them? It’s completely okay if you’re too busy to do this!! Just wanted to let you know that your anon submissions aren’t on :)

Thank you!! 😭 I had no idea that I had to go on desktop to turn on anon submissions and name my asks. I actually don't know if you want an imagine for each member or a reaction+imagine so I just did an imagine for each. I'm new to having a blog so please be patient with me! I didn't know what to title this so I went with no title. :)

Word Count: 1703

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None! But if you have any triggers then be careful!

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction please don’t become a delulu.

Heeseung:

You two were eating ramen in the living room, watching a movie. Heeseung, too caught up with the movie, had ramen noodles hanging out of his mouth as he blankly stared at the TV. You looked over at him, almost spitting out noodles. He looked like he was spaced out or crazy, mouth hanging open, noodles almost falling out his mouth.

You slowly got out your phone, taking a pic.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" Heeseung asked, snapping out of space. He quickly swallowed the noodles and regained his composure. "No." You held back a laugh "You're lying let me see." He argued, trying to reach for your phone.

You held your phone back, just out of his reach, "No, you're going to make me delete it."

You were trying your hardest to hold back laughter, but failed.

"You should've seen yourself, you looked hilarious!" You laughed, holding your stomach from laughing too hard "Give me your phone!!" He yelled, trying to snatch your phone from you. "Noo~ I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." You replied with a cheeky grin.

Heeseung ended up tackling you, tickling your sides until you dropped your phone.

"HeEseUng nO!"

Jay:

Laying on the couch, Jay was too busy on his phone to pay attention to you, who was now bored. Tired of scrolling through your phone, you decided to mess with him for a bit.

You snatched his phone and ran into the hallway.

"Pay attention to me!" You whined, sticking out your tongue to aggravate him "Y/N, give me back my phone!" He shouted, getting up from the couch.

He went to the hallway and tried to snatch his phone back from your hands. After a few tries, he got tired of playing around. He picked you up and threw you over the shoulder.

"Jay! Let me down!!" You shouted, hitting his back "Not until you give me back my phone!" He replied.

He carried you to the bedroom and placed you on the bed, tickling you.

"This is what you get for stealing my phone, you're going to die from tickles." He said "nO. StoP iT." You laughed, still holding onto his phone "Do you really want the gravestone to read, 'Here lies Y/N L/N, died from tickles'?" He questioned "Okay, okay!" You gave up, handing him back his phone "Thank you." He said, giving you a kiss on the temple, "The next time you want attention, just tell me, alright?" "Okay." You smiled.

Jake:

You were playing with Layla while Jake watched.

“Who’s a good girl?? You are.” You said, as you gave Layla belly rubs, “Jakey, doesn’t it seem like she likes me more?” “No way, she loves me the most.” He replied “You sure about that Jakey??” You teased as you hugged Layla.

Layla licked your face before going back to smiling with her tongue out.

“See? She loves me now,” You said, “Layla, do you wanna stay at my house??” “No way, I’m not allowing that.” He replied, “Let’s see who Layla goes to.” “Alright.” You agreed.

You and Jakestand in opposite sides, urging Layla to come closer. Layla was a bit confused on who to go to but after a few seconds, she went to you.

You bursted out laughing, “She loves me the most now!”

Jake practically fell to the ground, eyes closed. He was quiet for a few seconds before screaming, “LAYLA!!”

He stood up back up and tackled you, sweeping you off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder.

“JAKE LET ME DOWN.” You screamed “TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID FIRST, LAYLA LOVES ME THE MOST!” He replied “NEVER!” You shouted.

He started to spin around, making you both dizzy.

“JAKE STOP I’M GETTING DIZZY!” You shouted “NOT UNTIL YOU SAY THAT LAYLA LOVES ME THE MOST!” He replied “OKAY, LAYLA LOVES ME THE MOST!” You teased “AAAHHHHH!” He screamed in frustration.

He puts you down on the couch and when you thought it was over, he started to tickle you.

“AGH JAKE!” You screamed “Repeat after me, Layla loves Jake the most and I will always be second place.” He said “NO!” You replied “I’m not going to stop until you say it.” He said “OkAy, LaylA lOves jAke tHe mOst aNd I wiLl alWays bE seCond PlaCe.” You gave in.

Jake stopped tickling you and smiled in victory.

“But we both know that’s a lie.” You commented, holding back a laugh.

Here comes the tickling.

Sunghoon:

“Rock, paper, scissors on who does the dishes?” You asked “Sure.” Sunghoon agreed.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You shouted.

You, rock. Sunghoon, scissors.

“YEAHH!” You shouted “WAit waiT, best out of three!” He argued “Too late, you’re doing the dishes.” You replied, sticking out your tongue “You were just lucky, best out of three, you won’t win that’s why you won’t do it.” He complained “Alright you big cry baby, just to prove that fate has chosen you, Park Sunghoon, to do the dishes.” You replied, smirking.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Sunghoon shouted.

You, rock. Sunghoon, scissors.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” He shouted, “YOU THREW ROCK TWICE THAT’S CHEATING!!” “NO IT’S NOT YOU’RE JUST SALTY!!” You replied.

Sunghoon gave up and threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the living room. “Let me down!” You shouted, hitting his back “Not until you admit you cheated!!” He replied, laying you down on the couch “And what are you gonna do if I don’t?” You questioned “Tickle you.” He replied.

Hands at your sides, aggressively tickling you.

“AGHH SUNGHOON YOU’RE GOING TOO FAR!” You screamed, laughing “NO YOU DID IN ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!” He argued “WHAT ABOUT THIS, WE DO THEM TOGETHER!” You compromised “NO YOU DO THEM!” He argued “SUNGHOON PLEASE!” You begged, trying to swat his hands away from your sides “Fine! But you owe me ice cream afterward!” He said.

Sunoo:

You and Sunoo were doing each other’s makeup. You wanted to prank Sunoo, so you decided to ‘accidentally’ put a bit too much blush and drew hearts all over his face, saying “It’s a Valentine’s Day theme makeup look, relax Sunoo.” “Alright, but you better not do anything funny.” He replied “I won’t.” You lied.

After you were finished, you quickly took a picture and told him to open his eyes.

“Y/N WHAT IS THIS?!” Sunoo screamed, “You said you wouldn’t do anything funny” “I’m sorry! You still look cute though!” You replied, laughing “No I don’t! I look crazy!” He replied, pouting “I’m getting revenge for this!”

Sunoo tackled you, tickling your sides.

“AHH KIM SUNOO!!” You screamed “You brought this upon yourself Y/N L/N!” He said, laughing as well “Sunoo, I’m sorry!! It won’t happen again!” You apologized “That’s not good enough, try again!” He replied “Kim Sunoo, the visual of Enhypen, the most handsome guy I know, the boy with the most duality, my sunshine, I’m sorry for doing that to your precious pretty face!” You shouted.

Sunoo stopped and smiled, “You flatter me, Y/N L/N, but don’t do that again!”

He laid on top of you, head on your chest and arms wrapped around you. “I can’t promise that, but you have a free pass to do that to me.” You said, “Deal?” “Deal, I guess..” He agreed with a pout “I can tell that you’re pouting.” You said, kissing the top of his head, “I love you Kim Sunoo. Don’t ever forget that.” “I know,” He replied, smiling, “I love you too Y/N L/N.”

Jungwon:

You and Jungwon were playing a game on the Nintendo Switch. You kept on winning which made Jungwon a bit frustrated.

“Are you cheating?” He asked “How am I cheating? You just suck.” You teased “No I don’t. Watch, in this match, I’ll win.” He replied.

While playing the game, an idea popped into Jungwon’s head. When you were close to winning, Jungwon suddenly started to tickle you. “YAH YANG JUNGWON YOU CHEATER!” You shouted, trying to finish the match “You’re winning too much!” He replied, “It’s not fair!”

In the end, you won that match.

“A cheater for sure.” He said “You cheated during that match!” You argued, “I was lucky to win.” “Ah, whatever, I shouldn’t be making a big deal out of it.” He said, pouting.

You looked at him, feeling a bit bad that you made him pout.

“It’s alright Jungwon, you can always improve.” You said, “Do you wanna watch a movie and cuddle?” “Can I pick the movie?” He asked “Of course.” You replied, “Want me to go get some ice cream to eat as well?” “Yes please.” He answered.

You went to get some ice cream from the kitchen and went back to the living room with two spoons.

“Cheer up, Jungwon, next time I’ll go easy and let you practice with me.” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Ni-ki:

You two were laying in bed, Ni-ki refusing to get up.

“I guess it can’t be helped.” You sighed, getting up.

Before you walked out of the room, you looked back at Ni-ki, his eyes still shut.

“Looks like I’ll have to eat Bungeoppang by myself.” You said loudly, speed walking down the hallway before Ni-ki can tackle you.

You thought you were safe until you were swept off your feet. Ni-ki had you over his shoulder.

“Well that was quick.” You commented “Don’t eat Bungeoppang without me, you can only eat it with me.” He said, his voice hoarse “Yeah, yeah,” You replied, “So you won’t get up when I tell you to but you will when I go to eat Bungeoppang?” “Bungeoppang is for life.” Ni-ki replied.

Ni-ki carried you to the kitchen, placing you down next to a chair.

“I’ll get the Bungeoppang, you sit tight.” He said “Alright.” You replied, holding back a laugh, “We still haven’t brushed our teeth.” “Bungeoppang first, we’ll brush our teeth after.” He said “You mean, you’ll brush your teeth after,” You replied, “Come and brush your teeth when the Bungeoppang is in the microwave, it’ll taste better if you do.” You gave Ni-ki a peck on the cheek before heading to your shared bathroom.

A/N: It took forever to write for all of the members but I’m glad I did but Sunoo’s ending is just 😩😩 I wasn’t able to put in the entire request for all of the members but it still had parts of it. I hope you enjoyed it!

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The Lady of The House

Pairing: Boba Fett x fem reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings and Tags: swearing, not a lot of Boba reader interaction, mostly reader just asserting her position as queen

Summary: Two guards, my original characters Tems and Rhys, have been tasked with informing crime boss Boba of an intrusion... but there’s one problem. It’s the middle of the night and he’s currently with his wife sleeping.

AN: Happy Monday! This blog is getting a bouns fic today!

“I don’t wanna go in there Rhys...” Tems said shakily. 

“The boss said he had to be informed immediately if someone was caught trying to break in to the palace, if the alarm on his ship ever tripped, or if the Mand’alor hailed him.... and all three happened over the course of 20 minutes. We have to tell him Tems!” Rhys waved off his patrol partners fretting and made for the handle on the large ornate door leading to Boba Fett’s private chambers “he will feed us to the rankor if we don’t go in there” 

“Look, you’ve only worked here for three lunar cycles. You ever wonder why there was a job open?” Tems grabbed his arm, yanking him back. The Rhys narrowed his eyes, and gave a shake of his head. “You’re all happy to point out the rules the boss has about being informed. But what is the other, number one fucking rule he has?” 

The realization struck him and his eyes went wide, he gave a silent “ohhh” 

Boba Fett’s number one rule, mostly for his business partners, but also his staff: Do not disturb the lady of the house. Boba Fett’s wife.

An unassuming woman, she was kind and gentle, slightly out of place among dangerous and somewhat violent bounty hunters and crime families that frequented the upper halls. She spent most of her days working on fixing the lower levels of the run down palace. She kept to herself, with the notable exceptions of her husband and his loyal bodyguard, Fennec Shand. The rule seemed to be, if she spoke to you, answer respectfully and do as she asks. But if you bother her, get in her way, or insult her... there would be hell to pay. 

“W-what happened to the last guy?” Rhys shifted nervously on his feet. He honestly hadn’t considered why there was a position available when he accepted the job. 

“He barred the lady from entering the throne room when the boss had guests. He didn’t know the guests were there by her request, but that doesn’t make him any less dead right now” Tems told him, looking uncomfortable at the memory. 

“Well we just won’t wake up the lady then” Rhys said “we’ll be really quiet. We’ll only wake up the boss, alright?” 

Tems still wasn’t convinced “Do we both have to go in there?” 

“You’re a fuckin’ coward,” Rhys threw up his hands in exasperation “every second we wait to go in there, the more angry he’ll be that we waited. I’m going in there, you can stand out here like a little bitch if you want to,”

Tems was tempted to throw a punch, this guy had no idea just how dangerous Boba Fett really is, or how scary he could be right after waking up. Nonetheless, he followed as his partner made for the door again. 

The heavy door swung open silently, surprising given how massive it was. The room was dark, lit dimly by the silvery light of the moon coming through the small window high up on the wall. Against the far wall, was an enormous bed where both guards could see their employer sleeping soundly with his wife tucked securely to his bare chest. 

Tems wanted to die. Every step he took deeper into these chambers felt like a step closer to a painful demise. While Rhys was excited, he had never seen any of the residential chambers of the palace. And this one was huge. 

Rhys creeped up to Boba’s side of the bed, while Tems stood awkwardly by the entrance to the chambers. As Rhys approached, reaching out to shake the bosses shoulder, Tems seriously considered making a run for it. Rhys made contact, giving the large scarred shoulder a few good shakes. 

“Sir?” Rhys attempted to whisper. Boba made no movement towards wakefulness, he just continued softly snoring. 

Your eyes flew open and a fearful gasp left your body. You backed up, trying to put distance between yourself and the supposed intruder. 

“Oh my god. No no no no. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry ma’am,” Rhys backed away, hands raised. Tems practically blacked out but stayed frozen in place. 

I’m gonna fuckin die, and it’s all that idiots fault  he thought 

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and you recognized the young guard. You drew the covers up to cover yourself, you felt exposed in your thin nightgown. 

“What are you doing here? These are private rooms” you whispered harshly 

“I-I- I have orders,” Rhys stammered, knees knocking together in fear “To-to get the boss if” Rhys lost his voice. He could not seem to get the words to come out of his mouth 

“Get out,” you whisper “Go back out there and do not move. I will be there shortly,” 

Your tone was authoritative and stern, leaving no room for questioning. Rhys practically sprinted out of the room, dragging a paralyzed Tems with him. The door slammed shut behind them, making them both cringe. 

Tems doubled over, placing his hands on his knees and heaving with labored breath. “Oh by the maker... we’re gonna die. We’re gonna fucking die. I’m gonna be sick. We’re gonna die” 

Rhys was pacing back and forth, hands gripping and pulling his own hair. “Shit shit shit shit shit.... you were right. We’re gonna die,” 

The large door swung open once more, and shut again firmly. Both men snapped their heads towards the direction of the sound of the door closing, awaiting the blaster blot that would surely end their lives. But it didn’t not come. Instead, there you stood, in a long robe tired securely about your waist, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Alright, what’s all this about then?” You asked tiredly. Neither man spoke a word, staring blankly at you. You grew annoyed, and tapped your foot impatiently. 

“Oh for heavens sake!” You exclaimed “He sleeps like the dead when he’s had a glass of wine before bed. He won’t be coming out here to throw you in the rankor pit anytime soon, but if one of you doesn’t speak up I most certainly will,” 

“The Mand’alor hailed for the boss,” Tems said quickly. 

“And the alarm on the bosses ship tripped,” Rhys choked out 

“And a scavenger was caught at the southern entrance trying to get in,” Tems added. You blinked at them in surprise. 

“That’s a lot of information to take in,” you said “Okay gentleman, first things first, has the scavenger been dealt with?”  

“Yes,” Rhys piped up

“Yes ma’am,” Tems avoided your gaze, staring meekly at his own two feet. 

“Lovely, and the ship. What tripped the alarm?” You asked, feeling slightly less angry by being awoken. If anything you felt a little bad for these two. 

“We’re not sure ma’am. The guards in the landing bay couldn’t find anything wrong with the ship, and couldn’t find any intruders,” Rhys said, taking Tems’ cue to use a respectful title when speaking to you 

“So then it can wait until morning for a follow up,” you noted “and the Mand’alor? Did he give a particular reason why he was hailing my husband?” 

“No ma’am, but he said it was important,” Tems supplied 

“Hmm, Djarin is a bit of a drama queen. But if he isn’t hailing repeatedly, or flying here himself, then I’m sure it can also wait until morning,” you mused. Rhys and Tems were visibly shaking with anxiety. 

“Well, if that’s all settled then I would love to back to bed. Goodnight gentleman,” you said turning to go. 

“My lady, I’m sorry” Rhys blurted out. You turned back to look at him. 

“For doing your job?” You asked 

“For disturbing you. For breaking the bosses cardinal rule,” he said “I should have listened to my partner. I shouldn’t have gone into your private chambers,” 

“Your job is to follow the orders you have been given. Protect this palace. And report when circumstances deem it necessary, no matter the time of day,” you stated evenly “you’ve done well. And your loyalty will not go unnoticed by my husband,” 

“Please don’t tell him,” Tems said “please don’t tell him it was us,” 

You cocked an eyebrow at him “I won’t if you truly do not want me to, but tell me why,” 

“My lady if the boss knew we came into your chambers, disrupted your sleep...” Tems shook his head “please don’t tell him my lady, I beg you” 

You heart softened, you forget sometimes how truly frightening your husband could be. And these men were genuinely afraid of his wrath. You nod gently. “You have my word,” 

“Gentleman,” you nodded quietly, slipping back through the door. 

The with door now shut, a heavy silence settled over the palace. Tems still felt violently ill, and Rhys was quite sure the boss would kick down the door any second despite the reassurances of his wife. 

“Rhys?” Tems said 

“Yeah?”

“I fucking hate you,”

[thewheezingwyvern]

OOO OOO PICK ME PICK ME!

I would like Bakugou or Kirishima please 🥺

Imma pick number 13 for inspo unless that's been done already. SFW or NSFW whatever you want I'm just excited to read 👀 can you take my Katsukikitten blog when/if you answer this?

🖤 Katsukikitten

Ooooh @katsukikitten you gave me some good wiggle room to work with. I ended up going SFW because I had an idea! Hopefully this helps fill your Bakugou needs!

𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰'𝘴 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦

Oracle!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mention of blood and death

It was midday by the time you and Bakugou reached your destination. Rather, you reached where your partner had intended to take you and until that moment you had no idea what place it was he had in mind. Turns out, it was an old canyon that speared through the vast expanse of the Aural Desert. Sweat was pouring from your skin and Katsuki was no better, having shed his shirt during the travel some time ago. The horse you two had taken, a northern dunn that was bred to travel in the desert, nickered softly in approval once shade eclipsed over you. It was still blazingly hot but the further you strayed into the craggy paths tucked away from the sun’s glare, the cooler it grew. The change in temperature was a blessing, small on paper but large in practice.

“Keep up.” He snapped back at you over his shoulder.

A frown twisted across your lips, brows furrowing. Katsuki was not known for his calm nature but he had been far more irritable and snappish in the past few weeks. And not once had he even given you a hint of answers until today. It was slow work picking through the canyon, razor ferns creeping through cracks in the rocky walls that threatened to slice your flesh if either of you brushed against their leaves. Your mouth was incredibly dry and you wished you had the proper gloves so you could pluck those leaves off their stems and cut them open. When carefully handled, razor fern leaves stored a lot of water and could help slake your thirst.

“Where are we going Katsuki?” you asked for the fifth time that day.

“If you ask me one more time, I’m going to leave you behind, brat.” He snapped back at you, “Now shut up and follow me.”

Crestfallen at another question unanswered, you followed with a scowl. Katsuki had come and found you just before you joined your father in his tent with his retainers. Your absence would surely be noticed so you felt that you were owed at least something of an explanation. But your friend, crush and body guard was impossibly stubborn and you knew you would sooner have luck asking a mountain to move for you than get him to change his mind. Bakugou, however, was going out of his mind himself. As your bodyguard , appointed by the chief himself, he knew it was risky to bring you into the desert. A calloused hand touched the hilt of his curved scimitar sheathed at his hip. If anyone or anything tried to touch you, he’d make them regret it.

“We’re here.” He finally said.

‘Here’ was a rocky alcove, the wall of the canyon stretching up to blot out the light of the sun. Buried in the wall were long bands of vibrant color, smoky purples, vivacious reds, shimmering golds and streaks of laughing teals that were like the captured spirit of the seas so far away. It was a stunning alcove. And the cliff was clearly formed of the rocks and clay that your people used to craft their paints and makeups for use. But it was still just a wall and you couldn’t figure out why Katsuki would want to bring you to it. You folded your arms beneath your breasts, looking around once before turning back to your protector.

“It’s a wall.”

“Heh, shows what you know.” He sneered.

The blonde advanced forward to a large stone slab that was settled up against the wall. It didn’t look any different than the other rocks in the area. That is until he started sliding the rock to the side, fine granules of sand on the ground helping fill the air with a crunching sound. When he was finished, he revealed a tunnel that was worn into the side of the canyon. Katsuki smirked smugly at you before gesturing towards the opening of the hidden cave.

“After you, princess.”

When you glared at him as you walked by, he closed in behind you snickering. The light from outside streamed in enough to illuminate your first several steps into the cave. But just around the bend there was a distant light as well, it pooled on the walls and beckoned you forward. You’d never seen a glow like that and it was entrancing, urging you forward without being nudged by your companion. The passage snaked deeper into the rock, bands of the same color following you along until the both of you emerged into a chamber. Above in the ceiling, a small hole allowed a beam of sunlight to stream through until it gathered on a large pool of water that was nestled in the center of the chamber. At first you thought the water was glowing because of the single ray of sunshine that struck the calm surface of the pool but closer inspection revealed that wasn’t the case. Mesmerized, you feet carried you forward without your permission to see that this was more than a simple pool. There was a sharp drop cut into earth, almost like a sink hole that led deep into the ground. The water glowed in a myriad of icy blue, deepened violet and fractals of starlight.

“What is this place?” you whispered softly, your voice echoing off the walls.

“This is a sacred pool.” Katsuki supplied, falling beside you, “This is where oracles like me used to go to magnify their foresight. They used to be everywhere but they’ve been drying up more and more as the years pass.”

“I thought those were a myth.”

“They’re real…”

A far off, haunted expression flickered over his face, leading you to touch his arm, “Katsuki…what did you see?”

His foresight had proven invaluable for your clan and he was almost never wrong. But never before had you seen him look so tortured. Silence fell over you both for several moments before he started to walk forward. Even with his back to you, the pool bathed him in an ethereal light, shadows gathering along the contours of his back. Bakugou turned his head and looked over his shoulder at you.

“It’ll be easier to just show you. Come here.”

Tentatively you drew closer to him until you both were standing at the edge of the sacred pool. It swirled before you, begging for you to enter it’s depths and see the it’s wonders. But it was really, really deep and it was hard not to feel nervous. Bakugou seemed to notice your hesitation and snorted with disdain.

“You really think I would have you do something dangerous, brat? I’m supposed to protect you.”

“Well there was that one time-”

“That was your idea, dumbass, not mine.”

You giggled, “It worked out didn’t it?”

Katsuki let the corner of his mouth twitch before he turned to face you. Suddenly you were aware of how close he was to you and how he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. The tanned plains of his chest begged for your hands to touch and wander but the serious expression in face made that thought evaporate. A rough hand came up and clapped you on the top of your head gently, shaking you a bit in a display of affection.

“Trust me, princess…”

“…Ok.”

Bakugou pulled you to him and the both of you leapt into the pool. The initial contact was like normal water, refreshingly cool and it chased away the heat that had built up in you from the desert sun. But soon the feeling evaporated and it was like the two of you were floating in the night sky. With surprise you found yourself able to breathe and you drifted with Katsuki, sinking deeper down into the embrace of the sacred waters. Flecks of fiery red flaked off of your companion, swirling around the two of you until they shattered into fractals to form intricate images. Images of fire and blood. Thick plumes of smoke were rising from the the caravan of tents that your clan made their homes in, blotting out the sky in inky clouds. A flash and you saw your father with a sword hilted into his chest and the culprit was one of his own retainers.

The pool shifted colors then to golden yellow, showing Bakugou trying to warn your father. It showed him being ignored, dismissed that his vision was incorrect and that he just didn’t know what he was seeing. Your body guard hauled you against him, your back pressed up against his chest as he cradled you close. His arms squeezed you tightly, as if he were afraid you would drift away from him if he let go. The fractals of light continued to swirl, shifting to paint out your future, each more grim than the last if you stayed to fight. A thousand and one ways you could try to save your clan and a thousand and one ways you would fail.

“There is no hope for them…” he whispered out hoarsely, “But there is for you…runaway with me.”

“But…but maybe with me there my father will-”

“I’ve already tried to warn him. And I’ve already tried to see that way too. He won’t listen.” Katsuki buried his face into your shoulder, his arms squeezing you even tighter to him, “If you don’t leave…your death is the nicest fate out of all of them.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“No…No there isn’t.” Was he crying? “I’m supposed to protect you but even I can’t stand against an entire fucking army. Princes…please. Runaway with me.”

“But-”

“I can’t save them,” he interrupted, “but dammit I can save you. Don’t be stupid.”

Tears were flowing from your eyes as you felt reality crash down around your ears. Live with your clan wandering the sands was over no matter what choice you made. But the thought of leaving behind your family without even trying left a bitter taste in your mouth. But there was really no way out. And that was how you decided to leave your life and clan behind: bathed in starlight and sinking into a never ending pit.

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How was I not following you before now?! You are so talented!!! I’m in an angst mood lately. If you would be so inclined I’d love some hurt Leo and worried/scared Finlo with a happy ending. #50, 51 & 52. Thank you for sharing your incredible writing talent with all of us!! Have a good day!! 🙂

Hello anon! I only started this blog a week ago, so I’m not surprised you haven’t seen me much. You sent in another clarifying ask with 50, 51, and 54, so I added 54 to this just in case. This is the second part to Now, Tomorrow, Forever! Hope you enjoy!

TW for injury and bruising

Prompt 50: “Please, make it stop”

Prompt 51: “I know it hurts. I’m sorry.”

Prompt 52: “You have to stay calm, alright? Your body can’t handle panic right now.”

Prompt 54: “Don’t move”

The game was going great. The Lions were up 5-0 with three minutes left in the third period and Remus had been on fire the whole time, shooting again and again as he made the Knights look like a kiddie league. Leo was proud of him; he knew what this game meant to Remus and he had been worried about him in the locker room, where he taped up in total silence. The Lions were relentless in their offense and Leo made sure their defense was a wall of stone. It wasn’t as satisfying as taking Greyback outside and giving him a few solid kicks for what he did to Remus, but it would have to do.

Greyback took their success as a personal challenge, it seemed. He grew progressively more frustrated as the game drew on, his eyes simmering with fury each time Leo blocked a shot. Fucking try me, Leo thought as Greyback shot him a dirty look. I’ve been waiting for an excuse all day.

Two minutes. Two more blocked shots.

One minute. Greyback came up the ice again, shoving past Pots and Cap as he made a break for the Lions goal. Leo prepared for a stretch and a split—the puck clicked to the inside of his stick and Leo reached—

Crunch. In a flurry of motion, Greyback hit him at full speed, sending the puck spinning away as the goalpost slammed into Leo’s torso and knocked the air from his lungs. He heard the stadium explode into roaring over the ringing in his ears and saw a blur of red and black haul Greyback away before taking him right back down to the ice.

Too many voices surrounded him, too many hands dragged him away from the goalpost he was still bent around. He would scream if he wasn’t still in shock. “Please, make it stop,” he begged breathlessly. “Please.”

“Shh, shh, I know it hurts.” That person sounded familiar. “I’m sorry, love, just hold on. Medic!”

“Finn. Finn.” Leo was wheezing; anything resembling a deep breath made his head spin with pain.

“I’m here. Leo, keep your eyes on me.” An ashen face swam into view. “There you are, hey.”

“God, fuck, it hurts.”

“Leo!” A second voice, louder and more frantic, split his concentration. Logan dropped to his knees next to Finn.

“What happened to your face?” he managed. One of Logan’s cheekbones was lightly bruised and his lip was bleeding.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Remus had it under control.” His vision wobbled and Logan blurred. The adrenaline was crashing hard and pain flooded into every single one of Leo’s nerves. “Leo, honey, focus on us. Focus on us, you’re okay.”

He made some sort of strangled noise and tried to curl in around his ribs, but the movement just made the tears flow faster. “Oh my god.”

“Tremblay, O’Hara, out of the way.” A shadow fell over the goal.

“No, please—” Leo tried to reach for them, but even moving his arm three inches was too much.

“Easy, Knut, don’t move.” One of the medics grabbed his hand and tucked it back against his side. Her voice was stern but surprisingly gentle. “You have to stay calm, alright? Your body can’t handle panic right now. My name’s Emmeline Vance and I’m going to take care of you now.” Leo gritted his teeth as they lifted him onto a stretcher and began rolling him off the ice; he saw Finn and Logan holding tight to each other as he disappeared down the tunnel. “Leo, can you breathe?”

“Yeah, but it hurts.”

“What kind? Sharp pain, throbbing, or dull ache?”

“Throbbing, nothing sharp. It’s getting a little easier now.”

“Good, that means the shock is wearing off. Keep talking to me.”

“Where’s Greyback?”

“He’s out of the game. Probably the league, too,” Emmeline said, glancing down at him. “He’s lucky Black stepped in.”

“Huh?” Sirius Black had helped Greyback after what he did?

“Dragged Lupin off before any serious damage was done, thankfully.” A vengeful gleam entered Emmeline’s eye. “Can you keep a secret?”

Leo almost laughed. Lady, you have no idea. “Sure.”

“I almost wanted to stop Black from helping. I’ve patched up too many players from Greyback’s dirty hits in the past three years.”

“Is Remus okay?”

Emmeline laughed sharply as they entered the exam room. “I’d be surprised if Greyback got a single hit in. Alright, Knut, we’re going to lift you again.”

The transition to the paper-covered table was painful but blessedly short. Emmeline and the other medic began removing his jersey and pads, sending a wave of cool air over his sweaty skin. He could feel the swelling already starting in his torso—nothing felt broken, but it hurt like a bitch. “I’m going to do some poking and prodding,” the other medic warned. “Tell me what hurts and don’t try to be macho about it.”

“I don’t think I could be macho right now if I—fuck,” Leo hissed as steady fingers pressed against his ribcage. “Ow. Ow. Ow.”

“Nothing’s shifting,” the medic said to Emmeline, who had procured a clipboard from somewhere in the room. “No fractures, as far as I can tell. I’d say we’ve got some bone bruising on the ribs and soft tissue.”

“Got it.”

“What actually happened?” Leo asked as they shone a small flashlight in his eyes and checked his blood pressure. “It kind of blurred out after the initial impact.”

“Greyback hit you head-on and you got wrapped around your goalpost. Somehow you didn’t break any bones, but the bruising’s going to hurt for at least three weeks. We’ll talk to your coach after the game, but do you have a way to get home?”

“I live with Finn O’Hara and Logan Tremblay. They were going to drive me back.” Leo mentally thanked any and all higher powers. Three weeks off the ice would be difficult, but not impossible—he’d be back before he knew it. “Can they come in and see me?”

“Sure, I’ll go call them in,” Emmeline ruffled his hair and headed for the door with the other medic on her heels. “You’re tough, Leo Knut, and you’ve got a good team around you. Be grateful for that.”

“I am, Ms. Vance,” Leo said with a light laugh. “Every day.”

[whump-it]

The Bad Thing:  Rory’s Tape Gag

Ok.  Here it is!  The Bad Thing is happeneing and Rory is starting to get whumped!  CW here for victim blaming, self blame, self hatred, whumper playing whumpees off against one another, threatening to whump a woman and a tape gag of course!

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He was laughing.  It was muted by a hand to his mouth.  Knuckles against his teeth.  But he was laughing.  She didn't dare look at him.  Didn't dare make eye contact for fear that somewhere through the terror and dread, that somewhere in the horror of her emotions, the hated of him might be showing on her face.  Taking that kind of liberty would only lead to trouble. 

Beyond the basement door and blissfully, briefly unaware of the ridicule and hurt coming their way, Rory and Callum carried on talking.

***

"I miss Haz,"  Callum muttered, a slight slur to the words.  A slip at the edge.  He had shuffled over to Rory with an ease born of history despite the fact that his hands were bound behind his back.

"I know," Rory whispered.  He nearly always whispered.  Callum spoke out loud with an uninhibited volume that made Rory cringe away and want to yell at him to shut up.   To be quiet.  To tell him that their situation was precarious enough without him talking at a volume that might attract unwanted attention. 

"The last time I was in a basement I had him," Callum said, matter-of-fact.

"Alyaa had to take him back to her apartment," Rory winced as Callum tipped his head to rest his right temple against Rory's shoulder, which was still bruised from his most recent beating.  "We had to let him go so we wouldn't get hurt."

"Wouldn't get hurt," Callum muttered back, breathing in then exhaling a shaking sigh.  "I miss him.  He's soft."

"I wish I could bring him to you," Rory murmured the words with a tip of his head.  A tilt of his lips into Callum's hair right above where his brain was fighting against him.  "Cal.  We'll get back to him.  You're going to have him again I promise you.  I promise.  I know how important he is to you but if you can just hold on just... just..."  Rory breathed in shaky and unsteady and closed his eyes against the tears that always seemed to be there.  Always just on the edge of falling.  He pushed his face into Callum's curls and let them tickle at his skin.  Let them sweep across his forehead and cheek where he would feel their phantom touch long after they'd moved apart.  His bound hands unable to move the sensation. 

Next to him, Callum shifted.  He moved and tipped his head and carried on until their foreheads met. 

"Cal," Rory said, louder than he meant to, the volume unmodulated by the constriction of his throat against the fall of his tears.  "Cal I love you.  Haz is waiting for you.  He's safe.  He's safe and he's waiting for you." 

***

Ethan snorted and bent forward then breathed in and composed himself.

"Oh that's just precious," he said, his words sneered out over a laugh.  "They're going on about that stupid teddy aren't they?"  He looked at Alyaa, her head bowed and eyes fixed on the ground.  Her hair falling down past her cheek.  "I asked you a question."  The laughter had gone.  Dried up.  It hadn't been funny to begin with.

"Yes," she said quietly.  So very quietly.  "Haz is... Callum's... he's not well."

Ethan looked at her.  Looked and looked until she began to bend under the weight of his stare.  She jumped and flinched when he raised his hand, spinning a roll of heavy duty tape around his index finger.

"Hmm,"  Ethan spun the roll around and around.

"He's not..." Alyaa stopped speaking as soon as she had started.  Her throat cut off her words without her permission, the muscles tightening around the threat of tears.  Callum was ill and Rory was scared and Haz was too far away.

And Ethan had a roll of tape.

She flinched again at the sound of the bolt on the door slamming back, looking up just in time to catch the swift movement as Ethan reached out and gripped at her forearm hard enough to bruise. 

"Time to pay your favourite pair a little visit," Ethan said, pulling her arm to drag her closer.  "Well come on then.  Anyone would think you didn't want to see them."  Ethan smiled at her, cruel and cold, the twist of his lips utterly unmatched by the hatred in his eyes.

Ethan pulled her through the door and into the basement, and she was utterly unable to stop herself from looking straight at Rory.  Straight at Callum.  Glancing back and for between their faces until the weight of her guilt for not keeping them safe forced her shoulders to hunch.  Her gaze to lower. 

Callum looked shattered.  Completely and entirely worn out.  Yet despite that, when he saw her, when he saw Ethan, he had mouthed the word "master".  He had bowed his head.  Across his face, she saw the flash of emotions and memories that had taken only seconds but that she had enough knowledge of to recognise.  He wanted atonement.  He wanted perfection.  He was too ill to know if he was ashamed or not anymore.

Rory looked furious.  And scared.  And he looked at her and Ethan equally before tipping his head back down to touch temples with Callum.  The utter horror that he was protecting Callum from her felt like a shard of ice settling through her core.

"Sounds like someone's missing his little teddy bear," Ethan said, smiling that smile again.  The one that never reached his eyes.  Alyaa could hear Rory's breathing pick up, his teeth clenched as he breathed heavily and just a little too fast through his nose.  She could see his jaw working and she had no idea whether she wanted him to speak or to stay silent.  Each option had the potential to harm all of them.  It was just a question of which of them would pay the highest price.

"Wow," Ethan said, cold sarcasm threading through the word.   "You look really cross.   Really cross."   He drew the words out, stretching them out on a rack of scorn and humiliation, deliberately designed to make Rory more and more furious.

Alyaa could see Rory's breathing speed up in the rise and fall of his chest.  In the flare of his nostrils.  Her mind overlapped on itself on two words.  Speak.  Hush. 

"Damn right I'm cross," Rory said.  Alyaa closed her eyes.  “Where do you get off thinking that any of what you’re doing here is ok?  What the fuck is the matter with you, you sick freak!?  Callum is not well.  He should’ve been in the hospital days ago.  He needs an operation.  You’re hurting him.  You’re going to hurt him.”

"I'm not going to hurt him," Ethan said with a cruel laugh.  "Have you seen him!?  I mean come on.  Look at him.  Why would I hurt that?"  Rory glared back.  "Oh I'm sorry.  Did I speak in a foreign language?  Are you too stupid to understand?"  Alyaa saw Callum's flinch at the word stupid.  He mouthed it silently, eyes downcast.

"I said "look at him"."

"I'm looking," Rory said slowly and quietly.  "At you.  And I don't like what I'm seeing."

Alyaa dared to open her eyes but kept her head down.  Her shoulders up.  She jumped when Ethan ripped a long strip of tape off the roll, biting it off with his teeth and holding it up in front of her face while he pointed at Rory with his free hand.

“That one needs to stop talking don’t you think?”

She held her breath.  The room seemed to buzz with the oppressive silence that followed the statement and the tearing of tape.  She couldn’t move.  She couldn’t make herself touch the tape.  She braved a quick look at Rory beyond the tape dangling in front of her and he looked terrified.  He didn’t have his hands to use, tied up behind him.  He was trapped in a basement and he was about to have his voice taken from him.  He looked like he was fighting to stay upright, fighting against his body that wanted to curl up, and fighting against crying. 

“Well my sweet little nightbird,” Ethan said.  “You have a choice.  Either you take this piece of tape and shut him up,” he jerked the piece of tape a couple of times in front of her. “Or I can shut you up.  You choose.”

“Me,” Alyaa said, quickly.  The need to protect pushed forward in her mind.  Rory and Callum should bein the hospital right now while Callum recovered from surgery.  They shouldn’t be tied up in a basement and she was all too aware that if they had stayed away from her then this would never have happened.  She should have kept them at arms length instead of pulling them down to be damaged along with her. “You...if you want...want...to shut someone up then shut me...shut me up Ethan.”

On the floor in front of her, a sob broke free from Rory, quickly followed by Callum looking over at him, horrified and shushing him in the presence of the person that he believed to be his Master.

“Don’t even, for one moment, think that you can tell me what I want,” Ethan spat the words at her, and she cowered under their weight, shaking.  Trembling.  “Tape his mouth and then, as you’re so keen, I’ll shut you up too.”

“No!  Please Ethan, please.”  Alyaa forced the words out even as they shook with the forced of her body’s shaking.  “Please just me...just...just me.  They didn’t...they...they’ll be quiet,  I promise.  Please Ethan.  Please!”

“Hmm...you see, as much as I enjoy listening to all of this?  It’s boring me now.  Taope his mouth shut.  Don’t argue with me.  Do.  It.”

Alyaa gasped out on the air that she didn’t realise she had been holding.  As she reached with a shaking hand to take the piece of tape she heard Rory starting to plead with her.  Small, whispered out, begging little no’s and pleases.  He was shaking his head.  Saying her name, interspersing it with his begging.  It felt like a physical attack upon her.  It hurt to hear it.  It made her want hinm to stop and she had the means to do that in her hand.  It made Ethan into the winner.  It made her into the villain. 

She wanted to be sick.

“I’m sorry Rory,” she whispered as she knelt in front of him.  “S...sorry.  I’ll be gentle  I’m so sorry.”  As she took the tape in both hands and raised it, she almost choked on the feeling in her gut when Rory mouthed “please don’t” at her, the words silent, the terror stripping him of his voice as much as the tape did when she pressed it to his lips.

His tears fell as she stood back up. 

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Kinktober; Day Ten

SUMMARY; Consensual Non- Con with Drew

WARNINGS; sexual content, non-con situation

REQUESTED BY; @youcantreignonmyparade

BETA’D BY; @sithstatlander

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She smiled as he climbed to the third turnbuckle, the title held high over his head. She could feel the power radiating off of him and it was all she could do to stay standing. This was her favorite and most hated part.

Really, being around him at all was. Every time she saw him images of him taking her filled her mind. It didn’t even matter where. He could bend her over in the ring as far as she was concerned and she’d thank him. Yet, she loved his energy, it was infectious and she found herself always wanting to be near him. Like a moth to a flame.

“Lass?”

He stood in front of her now, title thrown over his shoulder with his kilt in his hand.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm.. mhm!” She smiled up at him, hoping he wouldn’t push and ask about the dazed look in her eyes. “Just enjoying the moment, champ How ya feeling?”

Drew just chuckled and winked as they made their way out of the ring.

“Just a scratch, lass. Nothing a hot shower won’t fix.”

Boy, was he right. Y/N couldn’t wait to get back to their rooms, she could almost feel the water already and her mind began to drift.

“Well, let’s just grab our bags? We can shower back at the hotel. Meet in my room after and I’ll order room service?”

Her hope filled eyes were met with his nod as they reached the locker room. She opened the door, letting him step inside.

“I’m going to get my bag from Mandy’s locker room. Meet at the car? Or are you riding with Sheamus?”

Drew smiled and shook his head as he turned to her.

“I’ll ride with Sheamus, you go ahead. I know you girls take longer than us, anyway.” He chuckled and winked as she gasped.

“I’ve seen you in the morings, McIntyre. Remember that.” She laughed as she turned, walking away from his locker room and towards Mandy’s.

Two hours later and Drew had not arrived. She figured he had gone out for a drink or two with Sheamus, they were quite close. Furthermore, if she was being honest with herself, she needed some time to herself before being in his presence again.

Y/N laid back against the pillows and bit her lip. Her mind began to wonder back to Drew’s intro only a few hours ago. The way he looks in the kilt, sword held proudly over his head had done things to her. Had made her wish he was doing things to her.

She slid her hand down her freshly washed body, eyes screwed shut as she imagined them as his. A small moan fell from her lips as her fingertips ghosted over her nipples. She pinched the tender buds gently before sliding her hand lower, towards the real prize.

Her back arched as she reached her clit. Her fingers danced over her spin, down between her folds as she thought about Drew. She couldn’t help but think about the way his body would cover hers. Or the way her nails would big into his biceps. She plunged a finger into herself and cried out. Her fingers didn’t quite reach her g-spot, but if she focused enough she could pretend they were his fingers.

His name fell softly from her lips as he entered the room. He stopped in his tracks as the door closed gently behind him. He had the intention to leave a quick ‘I’m sorry’ beside her bed; he had assumed she’d get tired of waiting and be asleep. It Seemed he was very wrong.

Drew growled as he walked further into the room. His eyes found her easily in the dimly lit room, spread out like an offering to him. He shook his head slowly as he stood at the foot of the bed, towering over her.

“I was going to apologize for getting carried away with Sheamus, but I’ve changed my mind.”

He licked his lips before dragging his hand over his beard. Y/N swallowed as she watched him, hands now at her sides. Drew slid the black leather from his shoulders and tossed it to the side. All the while, his eyes stayed locked with hers.

Lips stretching into a smirk, he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Should have told me, lass.” He growled out as he fell to his knees. His large hands moved to wrap around her thighs. “We could have done this so much sooner.”

Y/N squealed as Drew snarled, pulling her to him. He meant her half way, palms now digging into the globes of her ass as his tongue slid through her folds.

Her hands found the sheets as she tried to break his hold.

“D-Drew, we can’t! We shouldn’t!”

Drew growled, his hold on her tightening as his eyes darted up to meet hers.

“We can, and we will.”

His tongue lapped at her again, fresh moisture pooling between her thighs. Drew lapped it up. One hand slipped from her thigh; one of his long, thick fingers thrusting into her.

“Drew!” Y/N screamed as her fingers tangled into his hair. Her eyes rolled back as she wrapped her legs around him.

Drew used his mass, his arm and shoulder, to hold her legs down. He sucked on each of her folds before gently nibbling at her clit. His finger curled inside her, coaxing soft mews from her lips.

“Give yourself over, nighean leanabh. ” His lips once again moved over her clit as he continued to curl his finger. “Tha mi a ‘dol sgrios thu.”

Drew moved quickly as he stood and unbuckled his jeans. Y/N looked up at him with a cocked head.

“W-what did you just say?”

He chuckled, his jeans and boxers joining the rest of his clothes. He crawled onto the bed with her, body hovering over hers. He paused a moment, letting the heat from his body warm her. He leaned down, his beard tickling over her skin before he kissed her neck. He nuzzled his massive body between her thighs. His cock pressed against her entrance, giving a solid jerk as precum dripped from the tip onto her skin.

“A ‘dol gad chomhdach anns a’ cum agam.”

Drew thrust forwards, cock filling her completely. She cried out, nails grabbing at his shoulders as she pulsed around him.

“D-Drew! Please!”

She wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop or for more. He was like a man entranced, desperate to own her, and she welcomed it. Her body arched off the bed as he gathered her to him. Their chests pressed together as Drew continued to piston into her. Each thrust seemed to reach some unknown part of her as she screwed her eyes shut, the pleasure building rapidly.

Drew growled against her ear, his breath coming out in harsh pants. “Tha fios aig a h-uile duine co leis a tha thu.”

Y/N nodded, nails leaving angry red welts down his back.

“Yes. Y-es, Drew!” Tears filled her eyes as she clung to him. She wasn’t sure what he was saying but it didn’t matter.

She bucked her hips, desperate, as he gripped her thighs, no doubt bruising the skin. His hips stuttered as his head flew back. He withdrew, almost completely, before thrusting back into her. He stilled as ropes of cum filled her. Y/N cried out, biting into his shoulder as her own orgasm overtook her.

Regaining his composure, Drew slowly rolled his hips. He smirked as their foreheads pressed together, his stormy eyes locked with hers, once again.

“You should have told me, lass. Going to have to punish you for hiding it.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest but didn’t get a chance as Drew pressed his lips to hers. Whatever she had wanted to say disappeared with the fight in her he continued to fill her.

Scottish Gaelic Translations;

nighean leanabh - baby girl.

Tha mi a ‘dol sgrios thu. - I’m going to destroy you.

A ‘dol gad chomhdach anns a’ cum agam. - Going to cover you in my cum.

Tha fios aig a h-uile duine co leis a tha thu. -Everyone is going to know who you belong to.

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Survival & Sacrifice

Hunger Games 

Enobaria x F!Reader

Request from @thankyoualexkingston-blog

Summary: In the wake of the 75th annual Hunger Games and announcement of the terms, you beg your lover to let you take her place. 

Warning: Angst, Vomit, Violence

The two of you sat by side in Enobaria’s lavish house in District 2′s victor village. You were both awaiting President Snow and the announcement of the 75th Hunger Games, or more importantly, the 3rd Quarter Quell. Since winning your games, the two of you had watched the Games closely, wanting to support your future tributes as much as possible. But with the upcoming announcement you were both sat at the edge of your seats in anticipation. The past quarterly games had been cruel, punishing the districts and you were both prepared to train the tributes as fiercely as possible. 

But the both of you sat in stunned silence as President Snow read out the sick twist for this year’s game, and your heart dropped into your stomach. 

You couldn’t hear anything. 

It was as if you’re body had shut down. But before you knew it your legs had carried you to the nearest bathroom, leaving your cane far behind. Your knees gave way sloppily in front of the toilet, and your hearing returned. But you wish it had not, because now all you could hear was food making its way back up. You were there for so long that you didn’t notice Enobaria come behind you rubbing your back. Once you were finished, Enobaria moved you into the corner of the room before leaving. 

You sat there in silence, staring at the floor, tears starting to pool in your eyes. You could feel the dull pain in your leg, and as you looked down realised you’d let adrenaline take control and had left your crutch in the sitting room. Throwing your head back against the wall, you let out a loud sob. 

Thump. Thump. Your heartbeat rapidly in your chest, threatening to burst out if you exerted it further. But you had to. You could hear the footsteps behind you, and they were getting louder. Getting closer. You made a quick turn to the left which threw off your pursuer, but it only seemed to fuel his anger. He growled. You couldn’t fail. Not here. Not now. Not when you were so close to victory and getting out of this vile place. But it seemed the odds were not in your favour.

The speed of your sobs increased and not even the return of your lover could pull you from your dark memories. 

You fell face-first into the ground and before you could comprehend what had happened you were on your back. The final tribute had caught up to you. All it took was a single mistake. You remembered his face from training. Although you spent most of your training with the other Careers, you still made an effort to learn about the other tributes. The District 6 boy hadn’t seemed much of a threat but now as you stared into his cold eyes you knew it was a façade. He was just as dangerous as the Careers. 

Enobaria wrapped you in a blanket, with a softness no one would ever know she possessed. The fanged woman didn’t attempt to move you. She had spent too many late nights awake to know that you would talk when ready. Not everyone came out of the arena, stronger than before.

He broke the staring contest first. His hand moved towards his waist and he drew a sharp dagger. Your eyes widened as your gazes met again, but the alarm was due to the wide smile on his face rather than the weapon. It was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Most of the Careers were over-eager but this was something new. Sadistic. Malicious. He again dropped his gaze first and instead followed the blade he was running down your body. He eventually stopped at your thigh and made eye contact yet again. And without hesitation plunged the blade into your thigh, pushing it deeper and deeper with every scream and cry you let out. You tried to shake him out but his weight and the added agony made it difficult. He only seemed to enjoy your attempt to escape. 

After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only minutes, he removed the knife for the last time. You closed your eyes and anticipated pain in your chest. But it didn’t come. Instead, your breathing was cut short. The boy had discarded his weapon on the floor next to you, in favour of using his bare hands. His blood-stained hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed. His smile seemed to grow even more as you clawed at his hands. 

Black. That’s all you saw. Until you heard a boom, and then a maniacal laugh. You wanted to close your eyes and fall into the slumber that was calling out to you. But something else was also yelling your name. You forced yourself to open your eyes and lifted your head. You watched the boy walk away from you, his arms held out in exaltation to the heavens or more likely the aircraft coming to collect him. But at that moment, you decided that his journey was over. Fumbling you grabbed the discarded knife, glad that his senses seemed to be overwhelmed by his victory and the sound of the whirring above. You found yourself standing, adrenaline rushing through your veins and masking all the pain. And before you knew it, you were behind him. Knife poised. Arm back. And in it went. Straight through his ribs. 

You pushed the reminder of your injury and victory out of your mind and steadied your breathing. You had won. Barely. Turning your head you looked at the woman sat next to you. Before you would have been selfish and quietly allowed someone else to volunteer but you couldn’t allow yourself to let Enobaria sacrifice herself. 

“I’ll volunteer” 

Enobaria seemed to either not hear your deceleration or ignore it entirely. 

“Ria. I’m volunteering.” 

Again, Enobaria didn’t reply.

“Enobaria, are you listening?” you sighed but before you could continue you were cut off.

“No. No, you are not” Your lover all but scoffed. 

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I?” You protested. 

“You can’t. You’d die straight away.” She murmured, avoiding your gaze. This time you planned to talk back in anger, but you caught yourself before you could. She was right. Your games were held 6 years ago. You still hadn’t recovered from your leg injury and it was unlikely that you would ever. Too much damage had been made. Unless you teamed up with the other Careers you’ wouldn’t have a chance. And it was unlikely they would even bother. With your disability, you’d be a burden rather than an asset. You two sat in silence, while you mulled over her words. 

“All the more reason to!” You exclaimed. “It’s better to go in knowing I’ll die than watching you constantly fight for your life.” 

For once, Enobaria had no words to say. Usually, when the two of you would have a domestic she’d be the one to raise her voice and you’d be the one to come up with the solution. But today the roles were reversed and you were the one being difficult. 

“Please. I could fight every day and never get tired, because in the end I know I could come back to you. You need to stay here. I can’t watch you die.” And for the first time in the four years you’d been together, you saw your lover cry. Your heart sunk and without thinking you flung yourself upon her, ignoring the sharp pain in your leg. 

The two of you stayed like this for hours. Unmoving. You both knew what would happen when the Reaping came, but neither of you wanted to voice it out loud. Instead, you lay in each other's arms on the cold tile floor.

This would be the last bit of peace you would share for a long time.  

“I’ll love you forever.” 

[whumpqin]

Clean-Up Duty

Finally, a new chapter for Elisha! I originally intended this to be a lighter chapter for poor Elisha but honestly it didn’t go that way. Whoops.

Taglist:  @faewhump @galaxywhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes @burtlederp @whumpasaurus101 (if you would like to be added let me know!)

CW: Whumper POV, creepy/intimate whumper, pet whump, major dehumanization, dehumanizing thoughts/language, monster whumpee, painful horn filing, passing out from pain, pinned to the floor, collars, noncon touching, mentions of self harm (via the horns), being mean to someone with a stutter, conditioning, brainwashing, manipulation, begging, crying, reference to eye whump, blood, muzzling, brief torture mention, humiliation. If there’s anything I left out just let me know!

Word count: 2,458

“Fucking… stay still, mutt!” Jeremiah spat.

He drew the file along Caleb’s horn roughly, feeling how he jerked and whined. His tail thrummed against the floor in a panicked tune, hitting the wall, the chain link that kept him tied to the wall, and Jeremiah’s back. Even his legs, broken as they were, shifted and moved in the struggle.

It was with a sigh that Jeremiah adjusted how he was straddling Caleb’s back, feeling the Cambion’s arms as he pinned them more efficiently. How did he get stuck grinding his horns down?

Partly, it had something to do with the bad habits that Caleb had picked up over the past few months since his escape attempt. He started to grind his horns against the stone of the basement, and while Jeremiah didn’t understand what sort of sick pleasure that he got from doing it, Caleb’s horns had been flattened on each side into a point from doing it too much. Considering how it could have been used as a weapon, they simply couldn’t have that. Now it was his job to make sure that they were dulled down and ‘made pretty’, as Aridai put it.

Jeremiah pinned Caleb’s head to the floor, grinding bits of his horn into it. Caleb’s fangs parted in a shrill whine when the file was drug along his horns, chest heaving as he sobbed freely. He’d started crying the moment Jeremiah announced what he was doing, and it didn’t seem like the Cambion had any intention of stopping. Not that he really cared whether or not Caleb was nervous about being caught - he rather liked the noises his pet was making. It wasn’t like he could get the stupid devil to actually understand why he was doing this right now anyways.

His hands rounded and dulled the tip of the keratin growth, listening to the sound of Caleb’s teeth as he snapped at Jeremiah, despite not really being near any skin to latch onto. Biting was another bad habit of his now, snapping at his Masters when they tried to do something to him. Aridai alone had been subject to multiple nips here and there, though they assured Jeremiah that Caleb immediately regretted it, and they had muzzled him until he learned better. Jeremiah however, unlike his partner, was well aware you had to treat Cambion much like snakes; grab them by the back of the head and don’t let go until you were good and ready to. Such tactics worked rather well in this sort of setting.

Again, it wasn’t like Caleb actually knew what was going on beyond his instincts. Jeremiah could tell from the panicked, unfocused look in his eye that he was only doing what came natural. Not that the idea that his pet would try to hurt him made him any less upset.

God he hated doing this. He just wanted to read his book.

“It’s your fault this is even happening, Caleb,” Jeremiah hissed above his stupid whining and the sound of the file against his horns. “I don’t even fucking get why this is such a fucking problem. Just sit the fuck still and stop wasting my time.”

Caleb’s breath hitched, squirming the arms that Jeremiah had pinned underneath his legs. He let out a low whine, terrified and seemingly in pain. Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. The Cambion hadn’t done anything too contrary to his rules, and he liked it when Caleb was scared of him. It gave him more control.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jeremiah paused a moment to allow him to speak, but it was obvious that Caleb was too stupid to realize he’d been prompted. Instead he sobbed, chest bobbing up and down, jerking every time the file was drawn across his horn. Jeremiah gritted his teeth, pressing the Cambion’s head against the cement of the basement. “I asked you a question, Caleb. If you’re going to act like a whining puppy you better beg like one.”

“I’m-I’m s-so-sorry, sorry! Pl-plea-please, Sir, please, nnk, it-it hurts! It hurts,” he cried, spitting and sputtering his words like he always did. Jeremiah’s lip curled in annoyance.

“I’m sure a dog can speak better than you. Can’t you fucking calm down for a moment? I’m not even doing anything to you.” He watched as Caleb panted, fangs bared in a warning for what would happen if he drew too close. Then they gritted, snapping together without any words, wanting to say something. He sighed. “Speak.”

“My, my, my horns, it hurts-” he cut himself off in a cry of pain, tears flowing freely from his eyes. “It hurts s-s-so-so bad, Sir, I c-can-can’t, I can’t- help, help me, pl-please…”

Jeremiah felt Caleb’s tail flick, hit his ankle, and coil tightly around it. It worried at his skin as it moved, gripping tightly to mitigate the pain he was feeling. Which was, in Jeremiah’s opinion, a bit strange. Cambion didn't feel their horns, they were like goats, or something - it was all just dead skin and didn’t have any nerves.

Out of curiosity, Jeremiah paused.

The relief was instant. Caleb still cried, but he seemed to finally take in a deep breath, his chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon.  Jeremiah felt his tail relax and slip off of his ankle. It was almost ridiculous; had that been the problem the whole time? He just thought Caleb was scared because he got hurt. Had he known he might have tied Caleb up so this wouldn’t have been an issue.

“Th-thank, thank you, Sir,” Caleb breathed, practically going limp in Jeremiah’s hands.

Huh.

It became rather apparent he was going to have to switch tactics. Jeremiah slid his hand from Caleb’s hair into his hair, gently petting him to get him to calm down.

“I need you to be still for me. Can you be good and do what I ask?” He tried his best to keep his voice soft, like how Aridai spoke to make him more pliable from time to time, but Jeremiah couldn’t stop the weariness from seeping out of him.

Caleb swallowed thickly, oblivious, and nodded. “Y-yes, yes, Sir, but, but it-it hu-hurts-”

“Shh. I know. But if you stay still for me it’ll be over much more quickly.” Jeremiah was light in how he touched Caleb’s horns, relishing in how the Cambion shuddered in anticipation from the feeling. Caleb nodded again, but remained quiet. “Don’t fight it,” Jeremiah murmured.

As the file pressed against Caleb’s horn, he could feel him try to resist writhing, wanting to be good for him. Even so, he couldn’t stop the whines and whimpers that fell from his mouth, the incessant snapping of his sharp teeth meant as a warning, as the pressure increased on his horns. 

However it only took a few moments of filing before Caleb jerked again, eye rolling in sheer agony. Jeremiah couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of it, even if it was more bothersome. Eventually, he did drag his eyes away long enough to focus on filing, but he couldn’t help it when his grip became rougher and dragged across the surface of the horn.

Meanwhile, Caleb’s whines eventually broke to screams and sobs.

Screaming, and screaming-

Until finally he went limp, passed out from the pain. 

Jeremiah finished up dulling Caleb’s horns. They’d gotten much longer since he’d last done this, jutting forward and then nearly halfway curled around his head, but the last time wasn’t nearly as excruciating as this.

When he was done, he huffed out another sigh. “You’re such a fucking hassle,” Jeremiah muttered, ruffling the Cambion’s hair to get out the bits of horn that had fallen into it. He tilted Caleb’s head to the side to get another look at his bandaged eye while he was thinking about it, noting the blood seeping out from behind it and mixing with the pet’s tears. Damn it.

He drew the box of items he had brought down with him, placing the file back into it. He took out the extra bandages and clippers he had left in there, setting them in the space between Caleb’s shoulder blades to hold them still for a moment. 

Jeremiah drew off the bandage covering Caleb’s missing eye. He tried hard not to peer into the empty socket, nor remember the bloody sight of when it was removed, or even what Aridai planned to do with it despite his protests.

Right now, it’s sitting in a jar in the kitchen while they figure out how to preserve it properly. It made it difficult to eat there. 

He placed the bandages over Caleb’s eye quickly and tied it towards the back. Jeremiah was less careful about keeping the knot away from his hair this time; if Caleb wasn’t going to keep himself from bleeding then he wasn’t going to waste his time trying to be nice. Instead, he just focused on washing off the blood that had stained on Caleb’s face and simply left it at that. 

Jeremiah had to move a bit to get to Caleb’s claws - which he still had no idea how they kept getting sharp, considering he’d dulled them down far too many times to count - in order to clip them down again. It only took a bit of extra effort since Cambion claws were stronger than a human nail, but he managed. After that, he dropped the clippers back into the box and got the muzzle.

Caleb wasn’t allowed to be around either of them without his muzzle on. He liked to bite a little too much, and Aridai wanted it on at all times, for the most part. Jeremiah wanted to keep it off despite the risks. He liked hearing Caleb’s voice sometimes, even if he continuously stuttered. When he was able to speak straight his voice was soft and gentle, never rising above a distant call.

Jeremiah shook his head out of that thought. He was getting distracted.

He straightened the leather of the muzzle before curling fingers around one of Caleb’s horns, drawing him up from his resting position. Caleb unconsciously tensed at the feeling, tail once again finding and curling around Jeremiah’s ankle a little tighter as he stirred. His eye fluttered open, and the faded pupil of his black colored eye darted around to understand what was happening.

“Shh, stay still, boy,” he murmured gently, as if he were talking to a spooked dog. Jeremiah heard him swallow audibly, but remained still. “Good, that’s it…”

He slipped the muzzle over Caleb’s head and buckled it quickly, firmly locking those fangs of his behind the leather where it wouldn’t hurt anyone. Jeremiah finally let go of him, pulling away to sit against the wall and relax for a moment. He watched Caleb like he was one of those freshly released animals in a new zoo enclosure, confusedly looking around to see what was different or what was done to them.

The Cambion shifted, moving his arms to inspect the damage done to his hands. He felt his nails against his face as his hands moved up to gently touch his horns, feeling how dull they now were. He must have been satisfied with it, somehow, considering that after the careful inspection he huffed a sigh and rested his head on the floor, angling his gaze to look back at Jeremiah. Waiting patiently.

At the moment he seemed so… gentle. A lot like how he was when they’d first met each other, though with a bit more obedience and reverence. Awkward, maybe embarrassed, like when he had gently corrected the amount of cash he was supposed to be paying when Jeremiah hadn’t really cared whether a few cents were tallied correctly or not. Though, Jeremiah much preferred having Caleb here, with him, when he had all those nice bruises and cuts on him and a leather collar that wrapped around his throat and chained him to the wall. He preferred having things that couldn’t get away from him, and Caleb was no different.

It made him much prettier, he supposed. If that’s the proper word he could use to describe Caleb.

He reached into the box and recovered the book he had put in it, then patted his lap. “Come over here, Caleb.”

A simple offer, though not so simply followed. Caleb struggled to lift himself up off of the ground, and his animal-like legs offered no assistance. But he did as he was told, even if he had to crawl, until he was somewhat draped across Jeremiah’s lap. 

“Good boy,” Jeremiah praised, running his hands through his hair. He let his fingers graze against Caleb’s horns, drifting over them with featherlight touches that made his pet’s breathing quicken. His pet stayed perfectly still, allowing him to touch what he pleased, only twitching when his hand encompassed one of the dull tips of his horns. “Shh, you’re being a very good boy right now. We wouldn’t want to ruin that.” He felt the tips much like Caleb did. “This wasn’t so bad once you stayed still, was it?

Caleb’s eye fell downwards, searching for the answer. It always took him a little bit of time to think now, and Jeremiah was quite alright with that. He didn’t want a pet that thought, he just wanted one that would listen to him perfectly.

He hummed, pleased, when Caleb shook his head to agree with him. “No, I didn’t think so.” Jeremiah’s fingers drifted downwards, tracing the Cambion’s jawline, down to his neck, and thumbed across the leather collar around it. “You really are handsome like this, despite the eye.”

A faint blush worked itself over Caleb’s cheeks, or from what little he could see, anyway. Embarrassment, humiliation, a bit of grief, then acceptance, all flashed in his expression. His head lowered, resting on Jeremiah’s thigh and hiding his face in the fabric of his pants. His hands curled up with him, tangling their fingers into the lower hem of Jeremiah’s shirt. Jeremiah couldn’t help a chuckle as he ruffled Caleb’s hair.

“You blush too easily,” he stated, voice lowered to be soft. “Get some rest while you can, pet. I doubt Aridai will be nice after how deeply you bit their arm yesterday.”

Caleb heaved a sigh, knowing. He leaned into the hand that brushed against his head, making adjustments so that he could rest more comfortably, draping himself over Jeremiah like he was a pleased cat.

He watched Caleb breath for a moment, in, then out, then back in, relaxed in the momentary peace that he had allowed him. 

Perfectly obedient like how he was supposed to be, now that he knew there was no escape.

[sserpente]

24 little kinks | Doors 18, 19 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this door a lot more than I thought I would. I’m gonna go take a shower now, okay?

NSFW warnings: medical play

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“I’m actually surprised you didn’t figure it out yourself.” You giggled, examining the toy in your hands. “You couldn’t have used it on me, it’s for you.” Loki frowned.

“For me?”

“It’s a masturbator.”

“Yes, that’s what it said on the package.”

“It’s some kind of… vagina… simulator. You stick your hard penis inside and… masturbate.” Loki’s frown deepened. “I sincerely doubt this toy would feel nearly as good as your warm quim, my sweet.”

You giggled once again. “I’m flattered you think so, Trickster.”

-

Christmas drew nearer and nearer. On Thursday, you turned your living room into a gift wrapping factory. While drinking coffee on the sofa, Loki watched you in an interested manner, observing how you tied the bows on every package with skilled fingers and decorated them with chocolate, candy canes and tiny little baubles and at the very same time, desperately tried to find out what you had gotten him to put under the tree but you had told him that you wouldn’t be so stupid as to wrap his Christmas present right before his eyes.

He had even offered to help you but realised quickly he did not have the patience to wrap gifts that were not for you, even though he had quite the talent to make all those packages look rather pretty and presentable.

“Perhaps I should use that feather on you again…” He mused, crossing his arms before his chest.

You suddenly laughed.

“What?”

“I am for some reason imagining you wearing nothing but a red bow… neatly tied around your crown jewels.”

Loki smirked at you, shaking his head in the process.

“I’m almost done, Trickster. Why don’t you go ahead and open our advent calendar in the meantime?” Yesterday’s door revealed a penis sheath with knobs to enhance the female pleasure during sex. You hadn’t gotten around to using it yet though—Loki had buried himself inside you before you could even bring it up again yesterday and you intended to change that tonight.

He returned to you with a medium-sized box moments later, its content rattling when he opened the lid. Your eyes widened. You recognised the metal device immediately. It was vaginal speculum.

An arousing image of Loki, in a white coat, examining your pussy while you spread your legs for him on the sofa flashed before your eyes…

But at first, you’d have to explain to Loki what a gynaecologist was.

“That’s a vaginal speculum.” You stated, both terrified and excited.

“I beg your pardon, a what?”

“My gynaecologist uses it on me to examine my cervix. It’s an annual routine examination, along with a general pelvic exam.”

Loki looked up immediately, seemingly shocked by your explanation. “You let a strange man examine your quim every year?!”

“No, no, no, no, that’s not at all what this is. I mean… technically, yes. But she’s a woman. That examination is important, Loki, it’s to prevent any serious illnesses from developing. Things like cervical bleeding, cystitis or breast cancer…”

“She examines your breasts too?”

“Loki.” You smiled at him. “Are you aware what that toy is for?”

“Very well aware…” He replied, fingering the speculum in his hands. A faint smirk tugged on his thin lips.

-

Loki had done his research and when you came home from doing some groceries for the upcoming Christmas week (including loads of sweets and food he had asked for), your living room had transformed into… into a… it looked like a surgery. Everything was white, your windows covered with white curtains, the carpet to your feet white and cold tiles and the sofa… your sofa had turned into a gyno-chair.

It must have been an illusion—and a realistic one at that. You swallowed thickly. Suspiciously, you took off your shoes and leaned the shopping bags against the threshold. It was then Loki appeared in the living room, his arms crossed before his chest.

But that was not all. He was wearing a white coat.

“You are late for your appointment, Miss (Y/L/N).” Loki said, staring you down in a reproachful manner. “I do expect my patients to be punctual. My time is very limited.”

“How… how did you… and what…”

“I… what did you call it, ‘googled’ it?”

“You used my computer? You used Google?”

“Yes. The picture search, along with some very explicit pornography.” Which must have given him this idea, you concluded.

“Now… are you ready for your annual pelvic exam, Miss (Y/L/N).”

You opened your mouth but no more words would come out. You were paralysed, frozen to the spot—but most importantly, you were growing hornier with every passing second.

“Now, would you mind removing your clothes for me so we can get this examination started…” He pointed to the chair. Damn… Loki was a good actor. Nodding obediently, you still said nothing when you undressed until you were fully naked and then hesitantly approached the chair.

“There is no need to be afraid, Miss (Y/L/N). This is a routine examination.” Loki had meddled with the chair, perhaps even taken some inspiration from the porn he had found. As soon as you sat down on the gyno-chair and put your calves on the leg rests, his seidr took care of restraining you.

Exposed, you looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Now, let us see what we have here.” Loki had coated the speculum with the lube from the calendar even though you were sure you didn’t need any. Carefully, he pushed it inside to spread you and moved between your legs to take a proper look at your already swollen pussy.

His fingers probed your lips while you were getting used to the feeling of the speculum inside you. It felt so much different from when your actual gynaecologist did it. Well—now, you were aroused and it was Loki who was performing an… exam on you.

He hummed. He was tremendously good at hiding his own arousal, or his heavy breathing which would have given him away immediately. Oh no, he wanted this experience to be as real as possible for you. That was the point of this toy, was it not?

“Everything looks good so far… however, I do detect a little dryness around the cervical area. Does this feel uncomfortable?” Well, he had made this up. Loki sank two fingers inside you, curling them right at your g-spot. A moan escaped your lips.

“N-no…” You whimpered. “It… it feels good.”

Loki smirked. “Does it now? Does this feel good too?” His thumb found your clit, toying with it teasingly. You squirmed in your restraints.

“I-it does…”

Loki hummed once more as if he were a scientist examining a particularly interesting discovery. “I would recommend at least three orgasms per day, Miss (Y/LN). Consider it a prescription. We have to keep that lovely quim nice and wet so you can keep enjoying sex, no?”

“Of course…” You squeaked out. Doctor’s orders…

“Now I would like to screen your heart rate during arousal. Try to stay relaxed. You will have to experience an orgasm for me for an accurate reading.”

Fuck… you moaned again, eyes widening when he produced a stethoscope, bringing the cold metal to your chest and then began to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves for his purposes. He had you on the verge of orgasm within mere minutes.

Soon, you were gushing all over that speculum, if anything not only because of the bliss he made you feel but also because of his scrutinising blue gaze which never seemed to leave your clenching pussy. You were sure he could see it contract when you came, your whole body spasming with pleasure.

Loki took a deep, almost shaky breath. For the first time, he fought for his composure and indifference as your ‘doctor’. He hummed in approval.

“Yes, that looks good…” He said it as if he had just tried a delicious meal. “But I would prefer to run one last test on you to make sure your vaginal muscles are strong and healthy. To do this, I will have to penetrate you, yes?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Yes. Fuck me, doctor, please. If he could hear your thoughts, he did not show.

Your eyes widened. Only now did you notice that Loki was wearing the penis sheath. “Surely, you understand that, Miss (Y/L/N).” A shiver ran down your spine. You nodded again, moaning when he removed the speculum which was now slick with your juices and instead pushed his cock inside you. The knobs felt wonderful. Loki slid right in, sheathing himself to the hilt and started to thrust into you repeatedly, hard and fast.

You threw your head back as you felt another orgasm building, forming that tight knot right below your stomach to let you experience that pleasurable explosion only Loki could make you feel this intensely. His thumb kept playing your clit like an instrument, every stroke, due to the penis sheath, even more breath-taking than the last and when you screamed his name, coming undone before his eyes, Loki grunted, your once again contracting muscles triggering his own release. He emptied himself into the sheath, making you whimper quietly.

“I expect you to return to my surgery next week, Miss (Y/L/N).” He panted. “You might need a few more treatments before I can be sure your body is well-trained for future sexual activities…”

Your heart skipped a beat. Who were you to object if that was what the doctor ordered?

-

A/N: Doors 20 and 21 will be opened on December 21st!

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