Asking Him For Nudes [nsfw]

somethin' new (miya twinsxF!reader) <NSFW>

a/n i'm working on like 3 other fics rn but i found this in my drafts and thought it was good enough to publish (with a LOT of polishing ofc). I'm new to smut writing so I'm very insecure abt this but i hope u enjoy

summary::: your older brother atsumu likes watching porn. and the twins like trying shit out on you. aka porn w plot osamu focus bc he's best boy word count::: 2.9k warnings/triggers!!!::: non-con, step-cest, stockholm syndrome-ish, the miya twins are really fucking mean and possessive, double penetration (my fave! <33)

People think the Miyas are scariest when they lose, when they're arguing with each other, or when they're distracted during a serve. 

But you know them better–actually, you know them best.

They're scariest when they're fucking you.

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"I was watchin' porn yesterday and I wanna try somethin' new," Atsumu announces as he walks through into the living room, tossing his volleyball bag onto the couch. 

Osamu rolls his eyes, continuing to flip through his textbook at the kitchen table. 

"Why the hell would you watch porn when you got ‘er right here?" Osamu snaps back, hardly glancing up. Atsumu’s eyes shift to you as you squirm on Osamu’s lap uncomfortably. 

Osamu continues casually stroking your pussy with one hand as the other holds you down. 

You’re shaking– he’s been at this for twenty minutes now, reading his lecture notes as he continuously edges you. You haven’t given in yet, though. 

You know he’s just waiting for you to beg him for it.  

It's still hard to believe that you’re dripping on his lap and he won’t stop memorizing vocabulary for his upcoming exam.

As a final year university student, Osamu’s been under a lot of pressure. What better way to alleviate it than to play with his favorite toy?

Atsumu takes in the scene in front of him, smirking when he makes eye contact with you. You quickly turn away.

Although the twins share you, it still feels wrong when one of them catches you in the act with the other.

“Ya sure you don’t even wanna hear? I know you’ll like it, ya freak,” Atsumu says, now glancing at his brother.

You shiver at Atsumu’s words and Osamu frowns as he moves his hand away from your lap.

"Fine. Out with it, asshole," he murmurs, finally distracted from his studies. He shoves his papers aside, full attention on you now. From the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu light up. 

It’s almost comical to see the twins this way.

Always fighting, always competing— but when it comes to you they're a single organism.

"I was watchin' my favorite porn star-- ah, don't be jealous, y/n! I only watch her for inspiration because she's freaky-- and I saw her take two in one hole." 

Your eyes widen.

You wouldn't be able to take it.

"No, please," you whisper, holding your breath. Osamu’s body flexes under you reflexively.

When have you become such a pussy?

You were always the outspoken, little step-sister who fought her brothers tooth and nail for the last slice of cake. 

Nobody could have excepted them to fuck the brat out of you within a month of moving in together.

Osamu surprisingly agrees with you.

"Nah. I'm not into rubbin' dicks with you," he says, both hands on your chest now. The thought of being that close to a naked Atsumu makes him grimace.

Atsumu rolls his eyes.

"I'm not into that shit either, but I wanna see her take it." You wince as Osamu pinches your nipples, hard. He's gone completely silent, which isn't a good sign. 

“It’ll be a little painful, but I know she’ll be able to pull through,” Atsumu continues, carefully watching Osamu’s expression.

The Miya fans would be shocked to discover that Osamu's a sadist, more so than Atsumu. 

While Atsumu wipes away your tears, Osamu enjoys watching them stream down your face.

When Osamu doesn't respond, Atsumu sighs and rubs his head, frustrated. He’d been looking forward to this since last evening, when he had to jerk off to the sounds of you and Osamu going at it.

"Fine then. I'll try it myself with a toy. I bought a new dildo for her, ya know. And it's bigger than you."

No further words are needed—Osamu pulls his hands out of your shirt, and you feel him physically fuming behind you.

He's possessive, stupidly so, and hates when Atsumu buys you disgusting silicon toys and shit. 

He really doesn't understand his twin sometimes. 

Why buy toys, why watch porn, when you, his adorable, precious little bitch, exists? 

Osamu would rather lose a game at nationals before you cum off a piece of vibrating plastic. 

And he won't admit it, but deep down he's scared. Scared that it'll satisfy you better than he can. 

The less competition, the better. He's already competing with Atsumu on a daily basis.

Atsumu, who can make you squirt faster than he can. Atsumu, who makes you laugh. Atsumu, who, Osamu knows, you favor.

Maybe it's because the little shit handles you just a little better in bed. 

Osamu picks you up from classes, purchases expensive jewelry and takes you out to get sweets every week, you still shy away from his touches.

So Osamu has given up-- if you're gonna hate him anyways, he'll do whatever he wants. 

And that’s why you’re always left a humiliatingly wet mess whenever he uses you. 

"Fine. Ya better take a shower first, you fuckin' freak," Osamu says, pushing you off his lap. 

Atsumu smirks, cracking his fingers and wrists.

"You be preppin' her, 'Samu."

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It feels good, but you don't want to admit it.

You’re lying on your shared king-sized bed, trying to hold back tears and moans as Osamu eats you out, pumping three of his long fingers into you quickly. 

Between the two of them, Atsumu can get you to cum faster. But Osamu gets you to cum harder. His every move is calculated–from every lick to every moment of rest he gives you.

Osamu's on a mission to get you to beg.

"Samu, please," you breathe, gripping the bed sheets. You feel him smiling, and you grip at the bedsheets. All the teasing he’d been doing before Atsumu got home is quickly catching up to you. 

“What was that?” He asks, his dark eyes taking in the conflicting emotions washing over your face. When you don’t respond, he leans back and slaps your pussy, hard. Your eyes widen in pain, and you can’t help the squeak that you release, to his satisfaction.

You’re wet, and he knows it’s not a fluke. You want him. He hasn’t trained you over this past year for nothing.

“‘You aren’t bein’ too mean, are ya?” Atsumu asks, stepping out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. He’s shamelessly naked, hard from hearing your cries from the shower. 

Atsumu surveys your body, admiring the marks his twin has placed on you. 

A small part of him is thankful his brother is willing to play the role of mean cop. Atsumu gets to reap the rewards of consoling you—although he too enjoys seeing you covered in bruises and left in tears.

He’d never hurt you himself though. He likes cuddling with you and loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes too much. 

Osamu snaps him back to reality, standing up as he wipes his shiny lips with the back of his hand.

“She’s ready.”

Atsumu grins. His brother is strangely meek today---probably from you refusing to go to his practice game the other day. You had enjoyed a nice picnic date with Atsumu instead (although that ended with you shaking and moaning in Samu’s arms that night).

“I guess I’m first?”

“Ladies first.”

“You’re a bitch, ya know that?” Atsumu spits, rubbing his dick with his left hand and soaking his right in your wetness. Osamu laughs, pulling off his shirt in a smooth motion.

You, on the other hand, can’t stop shaking. The thought of having two of them in a single hole is almost too much to wrap your head around. With Osamu’s length and Atsumu’s girth, you’re sure you won’t be able to take it. 

What if you tear? Surely they’d stop if you beg hard enough.

For now, you can’t do anything but accept this. 

From what you’ve observed, when the twins are playful in bed, you shouldn’t resist.

Lost in your thoughts, you gasp as Atsumu yanks you towards him—he’s sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. You gulp as you find yourself hovering above his dick, facing Osamu, who’s busy tossing Atsumu's towel onto the ground.

“Aw, baby. Calm down, won’t ya? You know it hurts more when you’re nervous.” 

Atsumu brings your face towards him, grip so tight you couldn’t turn away if you wanted to. 

His rough hands, thick from years of volleyball training, gently smoothes out your hair, and he begins to press kisses on your jawline. The motion is so welcoming that you momentarily forget he’s the one to propose this in the first place.

Osamu sighs, frustrated.  

“Get on with it, won’t ya?”

Atsumu frowns at him, pulling away from you. 

“And that, ‘Samu, is exactly why she likes me better than ya,” he says, slamming you onto him in a single motion.

It hurts!

You groan, fingers twitching. It hurts already, he’s especially hard today. What’re you going to do when it gets to the meaner twin?

Atsumu pets your clit, grinning as he feels you begin to melt into his chest. He knows exactly how you like it. That spongy spot, right… there. Your groan turns into a moan as he shifts his hips, aiming to reach deep inside of you. 

Osamu doesn’t break eye contact with you as he slowly gets onto the bed. He’s in no hurry, unfortunately. 

If he wasn't such an asshole, you'd find him hot.

You really do love his gorgeous eyes and gray hair. 

"Stop bein' a dick and get on with it," Atsumu says. He scowls at his brother, who continues to simply stare at you. 

Both of them know Osamu doesn't want to actually hurt you. He'd never break you.

You're too precious.

"W-what?" Your shaky voice intrudes into his thoughts. 

You've gone red and stopped clawing at Atsumu's unrelenting hand.

Did he say that out loud? He must have, because Atsumu is laughing now.

Fuck. 

This isn't the time to be embarrassed, though.

Osamu reaches forward, lining his dick next to his brother's. 

To be honest, he was never opposed to the idea.

Yeah, Atsumu's a disgusting pig, but he's his twin. 

There's an unbreakable bond between them and knowing they share so much DNA sometimes makes Osamu feel as though they're just one person in two bodies. He’s honestly willing to try anything that Atsumu proposes (except get him off, of course, he’ll leave that to you).

Taking a deep breath, he begins to push, using his precum as lube.

Fuckkkkkk.

Osamu's pretty sure everyone had the same thought at that exact moment.

It's so tight. It's so warm. It’s hurting you, for sure. But it feels too good to stop. 

For you, it’s suffocating, being stuck between two muscular twins. And, once again showcasing their unspoken connection, they begin to carefully move in and out of you at the same pace. 

It hurts now, and tears are burning behind your eyes, but there’s that little voice in your head telling you to just relax and enjoy it—it’ll feel good.

Why? Why does it have to feel so good when this is all wrong?

Fundamentally, twins shouldn't be sharing the same girl, at the same time.

That same girl should especially not be their little sister whom they've been older brothers to for a decade.

But what does it matter now?

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Atsumu's in heaven. This is better than he imagined, actually. He’s decided that he’ll take the easy route, playing with your soft breasts and sucking hickies into your neck. His dick has gone still as he simply enjoys the fast pace Osamu fucks you at. 

While there’s a slight burn against his cock every time Osamu moves, the pain only intensifies the pleasure. 

Osamu’s eyebrows are furrowed as he focuses on watching his dick pump into you. He wants to curse out Atsumu for being so lazy, but at the same time— he’s always liked to be in charge. 

That voice was right, because it’s feeling good now. Your brain buzzes pleasantly and you’re losing control of your legs. 

Atsumu's moaning into your ear, Osamu's grunting with every push, and you feel hyper aware of every motion as you're slipping away. 

The dull lights of the room begin to blur.

You're crying now. Your toes are curling and drool slips out of the corner of your mouth. How stupid you must look right now.

How long has it been? 5 minutes? 5 hours?

It has to be at least that long or else the numbness that you’re beginning to experience down there doesn’t make any sense.

Atsumu has resumed his efforts in making you feel good, overstimulating every fiber of your being as he wipes away your tears and nuzzles your neck. It’d be an innocent gesture if he wasn’t rubbing circles onto your clit.

Osamu has been working like a well-oiled machine, admiring your broken face and how good his lower half feels, circulating adrenaline throughout his body. 

Just looking at you, choked up and crying, is enough. 

"I'm cumming..." he whispers. No, he’s not. He can’t. 

Not before his stupid twin does. And certainly not before you do. 

"Come on, baby, beg for it," Atsumu whispers into your ear, as if he can read his brother’s thoughts. 

Maybe they do have some sort of telepathy. Atsumu reaches forward and gently pushes down on your lower belly. You groan immediately. The slight pressure has your walls rubbing against their dicks even tighter now, and Osamu’s now grinding against that spot you love.

You’re gonna cum. Or pass out. Maybe both. 

"Please!" You shout. Fuck pride. "Please, please, please, ‘Samu, please cum."

Annnd he’s coming. Osamu reaches out, grasps your neck, and squeezes. 

Your cries are the only thing he can hear, loud enough to drown out Asumu’s words, and he’s losing sensation in his hips—

“Fuck, I love you, y/n…” Osamu says, admiring the way your eyes roll to the back of your skull. 

Even as your eyesight flickers, you make out this confession, lips automatically parting to moan. 

You tighten as Osamu releases in you, Atsumu following suit shortly after (something he’ll bully Osamu about later, no doubt).

There’s a certain stillness in the room as Osamu immediately slips out of you and turns away. Post-nut clarity’s setting in, and he realizes he’s not as fond of dick rubbing with Atsumu as he was a few minutes ago. 

Atsumu’s still panting in your ear, and, after a few moments of rest, gently eases himself out of you. Unlike his usual self (who insists on cuddling with you after the deed, no matter how much bodily fluid you’re covered in) he allows you to roll away from him, still recoiling from the strong orgasm.

Surprisingly, the lazy asshole leaps off the bed first today. 

“I’ll be taking a shower first. Alone.”

You muster enough energy to glance at him, then at Osamu. It’s so awkward you’d run out of the apartment if you could. 

Osamu knows his brother is being especially kind today, letting him speak to you in private.

As Atsumu strides towards the bathroom, he catches Osamu’s eye and winks, smirking at Osamu’s middle finger.

Osamu can basically hear his twin’s inner voice— this is just payment for the fuck.

You shut your eyes, registering the closing bathroom door. Now that the pleasure has subsided, you realize that you’re just in pain. Your chest and hips, especially, from Atsumu’s relentless teasing and Osamu’s rough handling. 

Damn it. You’re meeting with your friends tomorrow, how’re you going to hide these marks on your neck from them? 

From the way Osamu had choked you, you’re almost certain there’s going to be a bruise. You do have that leftover, crusty concealer that Atsumu got you a few months back—

“y/n, do you hate me?”

Osamu’s deep voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Your mouth instinctively opens, but you hesitate.

No. 

“No.”

Because you really don’t. Despite everything they put you through, you can’t bring yourself to hate them. 

Osamu lets out a silent sigh of relief, turning back to look at you. 

“Do you love me?”

You can’t answer him as quickly this time. 

Osamu and Atsumu were your brothers. They had been by your side for all of your childhood.

 They were the first ones to teach you how to ride a bike, how to multiply and divide, how to cook rice. 

They had been your first love. And even now… you’re relieved they’re with you, not in the bedrooms of other girls.

“I… do,” you admit. Fuck. You’re crazy. You know that. But you do. 

Even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re just as twisted as your brothers. You bury your head under the covers as the heat rushes to your face. 

“I wanna marry you.” Osamu suddenly announces, ripping back the blanket you’re holding to your face. He examines your blushing cheeks, and reaches down to grab your hand. 

Yeah, it’d look much fucking better with a shiny ring. He should look into a jewelry maker first thing tomorrow morning.

“Nope. I already called dibs, ‘Samu,” the blonde haired setter interjects, throwing open the door as if awaiting his cue. 

“Like months ago. Actually, years ago.”

Osamu frowns, prepared to retort back that actually, remember that you didn’t even like her when we first met her? You told dad you didn’t want him to marry mom because you didn’t want a sister, you little–

“We’re all Miyas here,” you say, predicting another fight. Despite your tiredness, you can't help but smile. 

Yeah, you do love them.

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a/n fun fact: i wrote this while meeting with my business class project group two semesters ago >.< depraved shit FR.. also no final read-through as usual bc i'm literally cringed out by my own writing LOL

The Variant

Written By: LokisLittleMisfit

Characters: Loki x Reader

Contains: smut, praise, bondage, fingering, m/f sex, public sex and more…

Plot: So this was a reader request they asked for “Smut with a sprinkle of plot” and they got just that. Basically y/n is a TVA agent training under Mobius and comes face to face with President Loki, smut ensues. Enjoy!

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             I didn't exactly love my job at the TVA but I didn't hate it either, I was bored and I longed for more adventure but Mobius would never allow that he was far too protective of me. I reminded him of someone though he couldn't quite pin point who since he still didn't know much about his life before he was determined to be a variant and sentenced to a lifetime of servitude to the TVA. I was what you'd call a pencil pusher, a desk jockey and I wasn't built for it in my opinion I felt like I would have been better as a hunter but Mobius disagreed as he felt I had the heart and mind of am agent which was funny considering I was a detective before the TVA came for me and I wanted so badly to go back to my life there but I was meant to die so it couldn't happen.

        On rare occasion I would get to go out into the field to pick up another variant and vet them to see what was the right course of action, I often wondered how many lives Mobius and I saved that way since we had almost completely rid the TVA of pruning. Today more boring files came across my desk to examine, a soccer mom, a bored housewife, an old fat CEO the same old thing again and again but as I sat hunched over my desk disgruntled and frustrated a group of hunters rushed by surrounding someone who was obviously trouble.

"I am a god you idiots!" he shouts.

A god? I think "This is absurd!" I hear as a hunter runs up to Mobius.

"Sir, we found one, we found a Loki" she informs him.

"A Loki?!" I repeat excitedly.

"Oh no, you're staying right there kiddo" Mobius commands.

"What?! No! I'm your partner, and in training! You have to take me" I insist.

Mobius sighs and rolls his eyes at me "Fine, but don't talk to him" he demands. 

"Not a word" I nod jumping up to follow him to the time theater they've placed the variant in.

"You are way too excited about this" Mobius comments .

"Well its exciting" I reply.

"No its not, Loki's are a pain in the ass, nothing but mischief and trouble with a smart mouth" Mobius argues.

"You sure I can't talk to him?" I tease.

"Not a word, I mean it" Mobius says sternly.

"Fine" I huff following him through the large doors into the theater.

     The variant sat in a small white chair near the table in the center of the room or maybe the chair was regular sized compared to how tall and lanky he was, he wore a dark green 3 piece suit and a horned crown rested on the front of his head as well as a button on his lapel that read 'Loki for President' then there was his hair, dark and curly and his deep emerald eyes seemed to pierce right through me.

“Ah, hello" his voice was husky almost like a growl "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" he purrs.

"No, you don't talk to her, you talk to me, capiche?" Mobius snaps.

"What does the lady think?" Loki asks as he stares me down making an ache grow between my thighs.

"Hey!" Mobius shouts smacking the table "Me. Not her!" he demands.

With my heart pounding I exit the room to try and collect myself, my hands shake and the persistent ache between my thighs continues, while I tried to get a grasp on things Mobius stayed inside talking to Loki until finally the doors open and Mobius exits

“Done already?” I ask.

"He's not talking" Mobius answers.

"Oh tough luck" I reply.

"Oh I'm just gonna leave him in there to stew a bit while I grab lunch, care to join me?" Mobius asks.

"I'm not very hungry but thanks. I'll probably head back to my desk" I answer.

"Sounds good, stay away from him!" Mobius shouts back at me.

"Yes sir!" I reply.

    I of course disobey and dip into the room as soon as the coast is clear "Welcome back little one" Loki teases.

"What's with this?" I ask pointing to his button.

"This? Well I'm President in my universe" Loki answers.

"Oh really?" I mock.

"Yes, not quite as good as king, but it'll do for now" he replies leaning back in his chair "So what brings you back in? Curiosity killed the cat you know?" Loki comments.

"Yes but satisfaction brought it back again" I reply.

"Ooh, I like your wit darling" Loki smiles "I could bring you such satisfaction" he offers.

"Don't get any ideas" I warn.

"Far too late for that" Loki chuckles "I've already had so many, and they're all so delicious" he smiles.

"Is that so?" I ask.

"Oh yes, for example I've imagined throwing you on this table and fucking you until you scream for me" Loki answers "Or using my tie to gag you and my belt to bind you while I bend you over it and fuck you mercilessly" Loki's vulgarity would usually disgust me but right now it was turning me on and I wanted him to say more.

"Is that all?" I press him.

"Of course not" Loki replies rising and moving toward me "You have a smart mouth, I'd need to quiet it" he answers getting closer as I bump into a stone wall with nowhere to go.

"And how would you do that?" I ask him trying to mask my fear.

"Fill it with my cock of course" Loki replies hooking his finger under my chin and rubbing my lips with his thumb before pressing his own against mine and flooding my mouth with his tongue pulling a moan from me as his hands cup my ass making me want more, but I wouldn't get any as Mobius returned and Loki pulls his lips from mine just as Mobius swings the door open and enters, Loki walks away adjusting his tie and hair before taking his seat again.

"I told you not come in here" Mobius snaps at me.

"You're not my boss Mobius!" I huff.

"Yes actually.....that...that is exactly what I am" he replies confused and instead of replying I storm out.

        Waiting just outside I can hear them in the theater "Ready to talk?" Mobius asks.

"Not to you" Loki replies.

"Well you're not talking to her" Mobius informs him "You like her don't you? She's very pretty" Mobius teases. "

I hadn't noticed" Loki replies flatly.

"You definitely have, you like her" Mobius goads him on.

"No I don't" Loki insists.

"I'll tell you what, you cooperate and I'll let you see her some more" Mobius offers.

"Well.....what do you need to know?" Loki asks hesitantly and it's at that time that I storm off upset that I was being used as a bargaining chip like that.

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   Later that evening I sit in the archives adding my final notes to files assigned to me when Mobius approaches me "You disappeared earlier kid" he says.

"Yeah because I don't want to be used as bait without my consent" I huff.

"Oh come on, I thought you wanted things to be more exciting?" Mobius teases.

"He terrifies me Mobius" I admit looking up at him.

"He can't terrify you that much, you went in to see him alone with no one around" Mobius points out.

"It was a mistake, he's dangerous" I reply.

"More dangerous than your Loki? He destroyed a city" Mobius asks.

"I never met mine, there's a difference" I argue.

"He had a chance to hurt you 100 times over and he didn't" Mobius notes.

"Well maybe he likes to play with his food" I snap.

"He doesn't eat people" Mobius laughs.

"That's not what I meant.....nevermind" I sigh.

"Well it's late, I gotta get some rest to deal with him tomorrow, don't stay down here all night" Mobius says.

"Goodnight Mobius" I reply.

"Goodnight agent" Mobius answers before disappearing around the corner.

      After finishing my reports I head towards the elevator and what I should have done was press the button for 33 but I didn't press that one, instead I pressed the button for 44 where the holding cells were and waited for the doors to open revealing a hunter standing guard outside the wing.

"I need to speak to Variant 11037" I tell them.

"Variant 11037 is in maximum security, cell M-42" they reply.

"Thank you" I nod heading through the large iron doors toward maximum security located in a separated section in the back it consisted of only 4 cells that were larger and made with extra layers of iron and stone to avoid breakouts but it also made them virtually soundproof meaning if I needed help, no one would hear me.

        I stand in front of the doors to maximum where I could turn back but instead I lift my badge to the reader and wait while the light turns green, then again at door M-42 and my heart pounds as I hold my breath waiting for the door to slide open before stepping in and letting it close behind me.

    Loki sits up on the bed in the corner and smiles at me "Well hello there" he growls "Come to finish what we started darling?" Loki asks walking towards me "You're trembling pet" he comments waiting for me to answer but I can't "You needn't be afraid, I would never hurt you" Loki tells me lightly grabbing my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to mine again "Unless you wanted me to that is" he adds. 

"W-What?" I stutter.

"Oh come on, don't act so innocent" Loki chuckles "Just the usual...biting, scratching, spanking and choking" he explains "Maybe a bit of hair pulling" Loki purrs snaking his hand up the back of my neck into my hair and tugging on it to pull my head back and expose my neck biting down on my pulse eliciting a moan from me while his soft lips travel up to my cheek "Can you be a good girl?" Loki purrs.

"Yes" I whisper.

      My pupils dilate as I watch him remove his jacket and toss it over the chair followed by his vest and tie before rolling up his sleeves and walking back to me reaching out with his large hands and ripping my shirt open to reveal a black lace bra then after removing my shirt Loki tugs on my belt taking it off and pulling my pants down for me to step out of and revealing matching lace panties "Fucking gorgeous" he growls.

"Thank you sir" I reply quietly throwing Loki off for a moment.

"Oh. Well you're welcome sweet girl" he purrs smiling at me "Now kneel" Loki commands, I make sure to kiss him and nip at his neck as I do and then watch as he unfastens his belt and pants and removes his cock stroking it, long and hard, the tip red and ready for release "Go on, take it" Loki purrs but I'm distracted with the realization of how large he is and wonder what he'll feel like when he inevitably ends up inside me "What are you thinking about pet, focus on me" Loki instructs grabbing my chin.

"Sorry sir" I mumble reaching out and wrapping my hand around him to stroke his shaft slowly before leaning forward to lick the tip where a bead of cum had started to form and then swirling my tongue around the tip I take him into my mouth.

  "Fuuuck" Loki groans gripping my hair in his fist while I bob my head moving my mouth along his length occasionally scraping my teeth on his shaft and flattening my tongue against it before returning to the tip and pumping my hand along him faster and faster. 

      Loki bucks his hips and tosses his head back in ecstasy "Yes....fuck....don't stop...." he moans as his cock twitches signaling me to stroke him faster until he slams his hand into the stone wall behind me and throws his head forward "Shit....I'm cuming" he growls releasing his load into my mouth in long ropes and loosening his grip on my hair "You're such a good girl" Loki groans as I slide my mouth slowly off him and then looks down at me with a smile as he tucks his spent cock away "Come here" Loki instructs pulling me up and pressing his forehead to mine before kissing my lips again, only this time his kiss is different, almost desperate and thankful as he backs me against the table lifting me up to sit on it "Your turn princess" Loki purrs taking his shirt off to reveal a toned chest which I immediately begin to cover in kisses earning a chuckle from Loki "I said your turn" he repeats laying me back and yanking my underwear off, then spreading my legs he begins to nip at my thighs, his horned crown fading away as he does so, giving me a hint that he was powerful enough to do slight magic here.

        With his hands hooked on my thighs Loki reaches my aching cunt "You're so wet" he purrs against me before dragging his tongue between my folds.

"I've been wet for you all day sir" I admit with a whine.

"Oh I know beautiful, I know" Loki replies lifting his head up "And now the curious kitty can finally get her satisfaction" he growls inserting two fingers inside me.

"Please...." I moan.

"You'll have it princess, I promise" Loki purrs pumping and curling his digits slowly while his tongue flicks my clit.

"Lo-okiii" I moan arching my back as he slides in a third digit.

"That's right beautiful, use my name" Loki growls.

"Loki please.....oh god" I moan gripping the table tightly while Loki fucks me faster with his fingers, pressure building in my abdomen leading towards my orgasm.

"Go ahead, cum for me gorgeous, be a good girl" Loki purrs using his thumb to circle my clit and sending me over the edge.

  "I'm gonna cum...." I whine as my walls clench around Loki's fingers and I cum gushing on them and the table beneath me, Loki removes his fingers and dips his head down to lap me up as I lay there shaking and panting.

      I feel Loki's strong hands on me has he sits me up and pulls me against him "Shhh, I know" he whispers, his skin against mine an odd comfort for me "You did so well darling" he praises me, overcome by my own urges I begin to nip at Loki's neck and kiss his lips, I'd been so lonely and I hadn't realized it until now "You need to go princess" Loki mutters against my lips but I ignore him and continue with my desperate kisses "Hey...." Loki says sternly pushing me back "You need to go, come on" he says helping me down and handing me my clothing piece by piece to put back on.

"Loki..." I protest "You can't be here pet, now go" Loki argues and I know he's right so I dress to leave "My pet..." he calls after me and I turn to look at him "I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did" Loki winks as the door closes.

• • •

   The next day I notice that Mobius is at his desk most of the day which I find odd "Not questioning Loki today?" I ask. "

"No I left him in there with the welcome video on repeat" Mobius chuckles.

"That's worse than the time cell Mobius!" I snap getting up to find what theater he put Loki in.

    Mobius chases me down the hallways "Wait! Come on why do you care?" Mobius asks.

"You want to piss off someone that powerful?! Because I don't!" I exclaim.

"He's in 25" Mobius reveals.

     Upon our arrival we find that Loki has broken the projector and is now arguing with Miss Minutes, our resident hologram "Come here you incessant little beast!" Loki growls trying to swat her.

"You have no manners!" Miss Minutes shouts back and at this point I can't contain my laughter any longer gaining their attention.

"We'll take it from here Miss, thank you" Mobius says politely and Miss Minutes vanishes.

"Wretched little thing" Loki hisses straightening his jacket "If you hadn't broken that" Mobius points at the projector "She wouldn't have showed up" he explains.

"If you hadn't left that horrible after school special on I wouldn't have broken it!" Loki bellows.

   "Boys! Cut it out" I yell.

"Agent..." Loki mutters, apparently he hadn't noticed me when we came in.

"Yes hello" I say curtly to keep Mobius from catching on.

"Listen, I want to offer you a chance to work with us, help us" Mobius says.

"I've got my own universe to get back to" Loki huffs.

"Eh, not so much" Mobius shrugs.

"What?!" Loki and I both ask shocked.

"You were never supposed to win Loki" Mobius answers "What's one less universe in the grand scheme of things huh?" he adds.

"Why you half witted...." Loki starts as he lurches toward Mobius.

"No! Stop!" I shout knowing that Mobius has a pruning device on him.

"Don't Loki please" I beg.

"Why?! What are my options?! Stay trapped here or..." he looks at me.

"Be pruned and damned to the void for however long you survive" I explain.

     Loki scoffs and walks off while Mobius grabs me taking me out of the room "That was really stupid" he scolds when we get outside.

"I do that sometimes" I shrug.

"Thank you" Mobius replies.

"I didn't do it for you, I did it to protect him" I confess.

"I know that" Mobius winks "Now see if you can't convince him to work with us huh?" Mobius asks "I'll give you an hour" he adds.

"I won't need it" I reply confidently as I walk back in the room.

     Loki still stands with his back to me "I know what you're feeling" I say.

"I'll bet" Loki laughs "Why did you choose to stay" he asks.

"I didn't want to die" I answer honestly.

"What have I got to lose? I'd rather take my chances in the void, whatever it is, there's nothing for me here" Loki sighs.

"I'm here" I say softly.

     Time seems to drag as I stand there waiting for Loki to respond until finally he turns to look at me "That's cute little one" Loki chuckles "Come here" he beckons opening his arms to me and pulling me into a kiss "Very cute" he purrs.

"Please just try Loki?" I ask him.

"I just met you, why would I do anything for you?" Loki asks.

"Because the sex we had last night was fantastic and you want more" I answer coyly.

"It was good" Loki agrees "And I'm not finished with you yet" he adds "Go tell your master I'll stay" Loki sighs.

"He's not my master" I whisper kissing Loki deeply "You are" I wink walking out.

    Outside the theater I find Mobius "He'll do it" I tell him.

"Great, I'll get him briefed" Mobius answers.

"You're not going to wipe his memory so he'll be more complaint are you?" I ask.

"No, I need his memories" Mobius answers.

"Good" I say smiling softly before walking away but not before hearing Loki as Mobius enters "Where is she? Did you send her away?" he sounded stressed and it made me stop.

"Don't worry lover boy, you'll see her soon" Mobius teases him "I'm not in love, I just prefer her to you is all" Loki huffs.

• • •

   Back in the archives Mobius approaches me "Why are you always in here?" he asks me.

"Because I hate my desk" I answer.

"Ok then, did you know he could access his magic here?" Mobius asks.

"A little yeah" I nod "I figured it had something to do with everything going to shit" I add.

"Loki and his magic aren't something I want to deal with" Mobius sighs.

"Then don't piss him off" I smirk.

"Thank you for your invaluable advice agent" Mobius laughs "I'm calling it a night and you should too" he adds rounding the corner.

Not long after that, I clean up the table clearing all the files I was working on and head back to my quarters.

   After I've showered and changed into my pjs I pour myself a glass of wine and plop down on my sofa with a heavy sigh when there's a knock at my door "I thought you were calling it a night" I grumble heading to it and swinging it open "What do you ....Loki" I gasp when I discover it's him at my door.

"Can I come in?" he asks.

"Umm....yeah" I stutter moving out of his way and closing the door which he immediately pins me to and begins to kiss me "Loki.." I mumble against his lips.

"Shhh" he mutters.

"No....Loki..." I try again "Loki...stop" I say again finally getting him to pull away "I need to lock the door" I explain turning the deadbolt and latching the chain "Ok, now why aren't you in your cell?" I ask.

"I slipped away" Loki smirks.

"Alright fine" I huff grabbing my temp pad and calling up Mobius.

"What's up kiddo?" he answers "Please stop calling me kiddo" I sigh.

"Ok, what can do for you agent?" he teases.

"What's this doing here?" I ask turning the pad to face Loki.

"I told it that it could go there if you allowed" Mobius answers.

"I am not an it" Loki grumbles.

"So he didn't sneak away?" I ask prompting a roaring laugh to leave Mobius.

"Is that what he told you?!" he asks amused.

"No, I just wanted to make sure" I lie "Talk later" I add closing the pad.

    Loki stares at me for a moment "Why did you lie?" he asks.

"I don't know actually" I answer.

"Well that's a huge red flag that I'm going to elect to ignore" Loki says with a smirk.

"Oh that's rich coming from you, silver tongued god of lies" I retort as he approaches me and pulls me into a kiss.

"Im going to have a lot of fun tonight" he growls picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

    Once he gets me there Loki is immediately on me kissing me as his hands roam my body "I can't wait to fuck you" he growls "To hear you scream my name as you writhe with pleasure" he continues with his lips moving down my neck.

"What makes you think that you get to fuck me?" I ask.

"Your dilated pupils and your trembling lip to name a few" Loki answers, running his thumb over my bottom lip "I can practically smell the arousal on you" he purrs. Before I know it he's removing my clothes and his own until I stand before him in just my panties "Fuck you're beautiful" he growls.

"Thank you sir" I purr.

"Can you be a good girl for me" Loki asks.

"Yes" I answer.

"Good, I'm going to tie you up tonight" Loki tells me, I nod as he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed straddling me and binding my wrists with his belt to my headboard.

    I lay there trembling waiting for his next move when I feel a cold sensation against my skin and look to see Loki dragging the blade of his dagger lightly along my abdomen and using it to cut my underwear off before holding the blade to my cheek as he hovers over me "Are you frightened pet?" he growls.

"No" I shake my head.

"Why not?" Loki asks.

"You said you'd never hurt me" I answer.

"Such a good listener" Loki smiles "I won't hurt you pretty girl" he purrs dragging the blade along my collar bone before making it disappear.

    Loki grabs my chin and kisses me hard forcing his tongue inside my mouth "Oh the things I want to do to you, but where to start?" Loki hums "Here?" he growls cupping my wet core and earning a groan from me "No" he says leaving an open handed slap against my pussy causing me to groan "Maybe here?" Loki asks cupping my breasts in his hands and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

"Ungh.....fuck" I moan.

"Do you like the way I touch you?" Loki purrs.

"Yes sir" I whine.

"Do you want this?" Loki asks stroking his cock.

"God yes, please Loki" I beg opening my legs for him.

       Loki teases my entrance before starting to push into me, his cock stretching me to accommodate it while I wince and pull on my restraints whining "Shh, I know pretty girl, I know. It's okay" Loki whispers caressing my thighs. The pain is almost unbearable as Loki sinks further inside me finally reaching his base "You're such a good girl" he moans kissing me as he starts to move inside me, then lifting my legs up places them over his shoulders and wraps his hand around my throat fucking me hard "You're my perfect little slut" Loki growls through a clenched jaw.

        Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd actually enjoy being degraded the way Loki was doing so now but I reveled in it and even played into it "Fuck me Loki" I whine at him.

"Yes, beg for it" Loki groans dropping my legs from his shoulders then hooking his hands behind my knees and lifting my butt off the bed to fuck me harder, the motion lightly pulling on my restraints and arms.

"Lo-oki....yes" I cry out, then suddenly Loki unlatches my hands from the bed flipping us over to enter me from behind and I feel a sting on my rear and it registers Loki had slapped it with his open hand "Again" I beg biting my lower lip and he obliges spanking me again "Again Loki" I moan, my bound hands gripping the sheets, his lips pressed to my back as he slaps me again and again until he throws me on my back thrusting back inside of me with one hand wrapped around my throat and the other thumbing my clit.

"Shit I'm gonna cum" Loki growls.

       Caught up in the moment I cry out "Fill me with your cum Loki, please I want it" I beg.

"Gods yes...." Loki moans loudly burying his face in my neck and releasing ropes of his seed inside me.

"Oh yes. Thank you Loki" I moan as I cum bucking hard against him.

"That's a good girl" Loki purrs fucking me through it until I finally still.

      A satisfied groan emits from Loki as he slides out of me and drops down beside me "Come here, give me your wrists" he says softly, unbinding them and tossing the binding to the side.

"Thank you" I say quietly while rubbing my wrists.

I feel Loki's large hands on them and look up at him "Are you hurt?" he asks, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"No, I'm ok" I tell him.

"Good" Loki smiles looking relieved "Because there is more where that came from and I need to know you can handle it" he adds.

"More? Like what?" I ask.

"Darling I have so much to teach you" Loki purrs "There are so many ways to satisfy you, to play with you" he says in a soft voice leaning down to kiss me "To love you" he whispers making me sit up quickly.

"Say that again" I insist.

"No" Loki declines.

"Say it" I press.

"No....that's not even what I meant" Loki insists.

   Kneeling in front of him I grab his cock and stroke it "Say it again" I purr.

"No" Loki growls through clenched teeth.

"You will" I reply.

"Not likely" Loki groans not able to control his cock hardening in my hand.

       Straddling him I grab his chin forcing him to look at me as I slide down onto him "Say it" I insist again.

"There's nothing to say" Loki replies. My hands are planted firmly on his shoulders as I begin to rock on top of him "You bitch" Loki growls.

"Just say it" I groan.

"You seem to have me confused with someone who cares for you" Loki grunts "Fuck.... woman please!" he hisses but I continue my torture until Loki tosses his head back and cries out "Alright! I do care about you dammit!" he confesses.

      Rewarding him for his honesty I ride him crashing my lips against his "Oh gods..... thank you" Loki says between moans, then without notice flips me around to lay me on my back and hovers over me "Although, it was unwise to tease me" Loki growls teasing my folds with his tip, pushing between them to tease my entrance and then pulling away.

"Lokiiii" I whine.

"Not so fun from the other side is it?" Loki teases dragging his tip between my folds and over my clit.

"Fuck! I'm sorry Loki! Please!" I beg him.

"Do you want your masters cock?" Loki purrs.

A "Yes! Please I need your cock master, I need you to fuck me" I beg more.

"You don't deserve to be rewarded, you were so naughty" Loki answers.

"Please master, please I'll do anything" I beg.

"Anything?" Loki asks.

"Yes, anything" I confirm.

"Tell me you love me" Loki demands.

"What?!" I ask shocked.

"Tell me you love me and I'll give you the release you crave" Loki replies.

"I don't love you" I argue.

"I'm not going to lie" I tell him trying to slide out from under him.

"I don't believe you" Loki tells me stopping me.

"How could I be in love with someone I just met?" I ask him.

"You tell me" Loki smirks.

"I can't because I don't love you" I insist.

"Yet you were willing to risk your life for mine today" Loki points out.

"I don't love you, but I do care for you and I don't want to lose you" I admit.

"Good enough" Loki smirks thrusting into me and fucking me hard slamming his hips against mine until he cums spilling his seed inside me and sends me toppling over the edge myself.

• • •

     Mobius leans back in his chair with a smirk "How was your night?" he asks.

"Don't" I warn him.

"What? I'm genuinely curious how your night was?" Mobius chuckles.

"I will make you regret it" I warn him again.

"Did you have a nice time?" he teases some more obviously not taking my warning seriously.

In an effort to teach him a lesson I slide my chair closer and lean in speaking in a low voice "It was fantastic, Loki kept me in pure orgasmic bliss for most of it of course, oh the things he can do.." I gush.

"Yep ok I'm sorry!" Mobius chirps getting up quickly as I throw my head back in laughter and slide back to my desk.

"What's so funny?" Loki asks, I hadn't seen him walk in.

"Nothing" we both reply.

"Right, ok" Loki replies unconvinced.

"We weren't talking about you mischief" I assure him.

"Don't call me that" Loki huffs.

"Aww, he's mad" I tease looking at Mobius.

"The void seems like a better option with every moment that passes" Loki grumbles walking away.

"Wait! Loki!" I holler after him.

      Finally catching up with him at the elevator I try to talk to him "Loki I'm sorry" I offer.

"I don't care, my feelings aren't so easily hurt pet" Loki says to me in a snarky tone.

"Oh ok, good" I reply turning to walk off.

"Wait,..." Loki calls after me.

"Yeah?" I answer turning back.

"Can you um, can you show me around the archives maybe?" Loki asks.

"Oh, yeah of course" I follow him into the elevator and take him to the archives stepping out quickly when the doors open "I hate elevators" I mutter.

"Really?" Loki asks amused.

"Yes, little glass boxes of death" I shudder.

"That's being a bit dramatic" Loki laughs.

"Whatever" I sigh walking away.

      As we walk through the archives I do my best to explain them to Loki "So it's a lot like a library, alphabetical order and what not, but still different" I say "In a library you have your genres, those don't exist here obviously but there are classifications and such" I continue.

"And the dark spooky corner?" Loki asks.

"Corrupted timelines....or universes I guess, where they converged and destroyed one another" I explain bringing him over to it.

"Fascinating" Loki mumbles pulling me into the dark corner for a passionate kiss "Seems like a perfect place to hide too" he purrs kissing my neck.

"Loki no" I protest but it goes unheard as Loki pulls my skirt up and moves my underwear to the side slipping his fingers inside me "Loki....not here..." I gasp quietly against his shoulder.

"You don't like a little danger?" Loki growls biting my neck.

     When I'm around Loki he ignites something in me that makes me act like a completely reckless fool and it was happening now "If you're going to fuck me then do it properly and use your cock" I hiss eliciting a laugh from Loki. He crashes his lips into mine while I hear the metallic of his belt buckle and swish of his zipper before feeling him push into me and bottom out.

"Oh...." Loki moans against my neck.

"Don't cum too quickly now" I tease him.

"Darling I'd never finish before I'm expected to" Loki smirks as he thrusts hard up into me.

"Oh....fuck...." I moan quietly prompting Loki to cover my mouth with one of his large hands.

"Shh, quiet little one" he purrs moving his hand away to cover my mouth with his own and swallow my moans while he continues to fuck me, his cock massaging my velvet walls as it twitches inside me, every thrust building the pressure inside my abdomen until my orgasm looms moments away.

"Master may I cum?" I moan in his ear.

"Yes you may beautiful girl" Loki purrs in response and I let go gushing on him and bucking against him.

"Oh gods....you're such a good girl.....you're my good girl...." Loki moans cuming with me and fucking me through it.

       I pant and whimper against Loki as quietly as I can while he drops my legs so I can stand up "I know....Shh I know" Loki soothes "Let's get you cleaned up" he whispers, after tucking himself away Loki waves his hand to dry my thighs and pulls my skirt down.

"You know before this whole mess you wouldn't have been able to use that magic" I comment.

"What mess?" Loki asks.

"The sacred timeline being broken" I answer "Magic didnt work here" I explain.

"Glad that's fixed" Loki winks placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I have to get back now" I tell him.

"It's lovely having you around pet" he purrs "Thank you" I tell him.

"Run along then" Loki smiles patting me on the butt as I walk by.

• • •

        Later that night I sit hunched over a table full of files in the archives making notes when Loki sneaks up behind me wrapping his arms around me and kisses me on the cheek "What are you still doing down here pet?" He purrs.

"Working" I answer.

"Rubbish, its late, come up with me and have some fun" Loki insists.

"I do need a bit of recovery time you know" I say raising an eyebrow.

"But do you need it tonight?" Loki asks.

"Ummm, no, I don't think so" I reply.

"Then lets go" Loki growls pulling on me.

"Hold on! I have to tidy these files up first" I squeal as Loki pinches my sides.

"I don't like to be kept waiting" Loki groans.

"I just need to drop these on my desk and we can go" I explain.

     After visiting my desk we board the elevator and wait as it rises to my floor, Loki looks at me leaning in close "Cameras" I warn him and he pulls away quickly. We both rush down the hall to my door and I let us in quickly slamming it behind me only to be pressed against it by Loki as he kisses me flooding my mouth with his tongue then pulling away.

"Undress" he commands.

"Yes master" I answer removing my clothing piece by piece until I'm naked in front of him.

"Very good, now bend over" Loki instructs pointing at the sofa. My hands grip the back tightly as I bend over behind it exposing my wet cunt to Loki.

     He's silent for a moment before I hear the metallic of his belt and he kicks my legs wider apart cupping me in his hand and massaging my throbbing pussy "Oh god...." I whimper quietly.

"That's exactly what I am pet" Loki purrs teasing me with his tip before pushing into me down to his base, then pulling out and doing it again "Fuck, you're so nice and tight" he growls.

        Loki grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls as he starts to pound into me "Yes......fuck me daddy please" I beg feeling Loki pull out of me and spin me around.

"Be a good girl then and suck daddy's cock" Loki growls.

"Yes sir" I reply sinking to my knees, taking him in my mouth and swirling my tongue around him as I suck.

"Gods yes...." Loki moans, his fist gripping my hair in a tight bun as I suck on him bobbing my head quickly and stroking his shaft. I drag my teeth along his length and swirl my tongue sucking on him as he twitches in my mouth  "Shit... gods I'm gonna cum..." Loki groans pulling out of my mouth, ropes of his warm cum spill onto my face as he strokes himself "Fuck" Loki mutters while he stands there panting, cum dripping from his tip.

     I decide to lean forward and lick it for him cleaning it off "Oh....good girl" Loki moans looking down at me "Look at you, covered in my cum like a good pet" he purrs grabbing my chin "Stand up and go clean yourself off" he commands "Yes master" I nod walking to the kitchen for a hand towel and cleaning my face off as I was told to and then head back towards Loki who's removed his clothing now.

"Sit" he instructs motioning to the sofa and I do immediately. Loki drops to his knees and grabs my legs pushing them open and pulling me to the front of the cushion before dipping his head down and licking a stripe between my folds.

"Loki!" I cry out throwing my head back and gripping his hair in my hand while bucking my hips as him "Oh.....Loki.....don't stop" I moan and beg while Loki laps at me and sucks on my clit slipping two fingers inside me, pumping and curling them faster and harder  "Loki.....master....please.....I'm gonna...." I manage between moans.

"Cum for me, cum for your master" Loki growls at me fucking me even harder and faster with his fingers.

"Loki.....oh god Loki yes...." I cry out lifting my hips off the cushion and arching my back as I cum soaking Loki and my own thighs.

"That's it, good girl" Loki purrs sliding his fingers from me and putting them in his mouth "Delicious" he smirks and I throw myself forward wrapping my arms around him.

"Wh-What are you doing?" he asks confused.

"Please hold me" I beg as Loki sighs "Just for a minute" I plead and soon I feel Loki's arms slowly wrap around me as my lips brush his ear gently "Can I keep you Loki?" I whisper.

"Of course you can" Loki replies kissing my cheek "I think it's time for bed pet" Loki suggests.

"Ok" I agree allowing him to scoop me up and carry me off to bed.

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Underverse 0.7 came out

My demons took hold yet again

Redraws >:D

Picture this: Hawks and his birbbrain vs. The FunHouse of Mirrors. So many men coming for his girl at once, his poor little brain might break

The stranger is back, and he brought friends.

So many friends.

Hawks thinks you’re calling out to him. He can’t be sure; your voice is so distant, buried beneath the terror and his drumming heart as he shrinks under the eyes of so many birds. So many young, strong, and healthy males capable of stealing you away.

“Hawks, breathe! Remember, they’re just reflections! It’s just you!”

Who’s saying that? Is that you? It was so hard to take in anything you’re saying when he’s pinned by so many stares.

He needs to get out. He needs to hurry and get both of you out of here. But as he motioned to grab you to make a mad dash for the exit, he noticed the winged man behind you making the same move, arms outstretched and ready to take you away forever.

The feathers practically moved on their own, sinking themselves into the glass and the man’s face. He wasted no time in taking care of the others. None of the bastards showed any interest in backing down, so he’s going to protect you with force.

You’re screaming and shielding yourself from the terrifying swarm of red razor-sharp projectiles. They whizz loudly past your ears like bullets as they destroy every single mirror. He doesn’t mean to scare you, but don’t you understand? He’s doing this for you. You don’t know how dangerous these men are, what they could do if they get their filthy hands on you.

Only when his shrunken wings become numb and he somehow loses his mental link with every single feather in the air...only when he’s suddenly constricted by a mysterious fabric and unable to move, does Hawks’s protective rampage finally end.

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“So no funhouse?”

“I’m afraid not, Eri. There was an accident in there.” Aizawa took the girl’s hand back in his after handling the “attack” in the mirror funhouse. When he went to investigate the ruckus that everyone was panicking about, he didn’t expect to find a top hero and his date surrounded by a deadly spiral of feathers. A hell of a sight, honestly. The damn place was destroyed, not a single mirror left intact.

He came to the city fair to relax and have fun with Eri, not wrangle a mad bird. At least Hawks’s girl managed to calm him, and security soon arrived claiming that they can handle things from there.

Aizawa gave Eri a small pat on the head when he saw her disappointment. “I promise we’ll go in next time. Now, who wants the dango with cute kitten heads?”

Eri blinded him with her smile. “I do!”

Ying and yang as characters

They've literally swapped places, I think that shows how much they compete eachother honestly.

a mockery at family

Title: Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Title: Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Synopsis: You tried to run–no, fly–away. And Hawks is going to make sure you never try that again.

For request: Anonymous said:  had a thought and I’d love to hear your input! So like keigo or chisaki with like a darling with a winged quirk and then having to pluck and clip your wings so their little bird doesn’t try flying away on them. Btw can I I just say your writing is super super good and characterization is just *chefs kiss* like every piece of your writing I’m like

Word count: 1000ish

Notes: Yandere, violence

It’s that time again. Which is exactly why you’ve placed yourself in between the couch and Keigo. A very unassuming Keigo. A Keigo who is standing, hands splayed, looking all shrugs and smiles. 

You know, and Keigo knows, that he could easily reach you. He could push the couch aside. He could leap over it, fly over it, and reach you in an instant. But that doesn’t stop you from taking refuge behind it, face set in a petulant frown, wings curled protectively around you.

“Sweetie,” Keigo says, and it’s charming, or would be charming, if you weren’t his captive. “I don’t know why you’re throwing a fit about this. You know what day it is. I put it on our calendar." 

He gestures vaguely towards the kitchen, where you know there’s a large calendar tacked up on the wall, edged by taped-up photos of you and Keigo before everything went to shit. Before he kept you locked up, caged, figuratively–well, figuratively most of the time.

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I've been a sucker for Poly Dabihawks/hotwings, so can I request poly dabihawks NSFW with a female darling who escaped and almost told the cops what happened but hawks just tells the cops she's drunk, they'd believe the number 2 hero more than some civilian, right? Can you make it 🍥 with collar and leash kink, hair pulling, and sadisim with burns and stuff?

AAA, I love the burnt chicken pair. And of course you can request that!

Shouldn’t have done that 🍥 🎂 🍮

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Word count: 5k

Contents: Yan!Poly!DabiHawks punishing fem!darling who escapes.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NON CON, PUNISHMENTS, MANIPULATION, HEAVY SADISM, BURNING, LEASH AND COLLARING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, FEM!DARLING, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, ORAL (GIVING), BRANDING.

You don’t know how much time you’ve been trapped here, considering that you had no contact with the outside world. The television doesn’t have a news channel for some reason, so you can’t figure out if the world knows you’re still alive, if the world still cares about getting you back to safety.

Tears pool at your eyes, you know Dabi will be angry if he sees you crying again. You don’t want to piss him off, he scares you. And you know that if Keigo sees you crying he’ll force cuddle you, he’ll force you to talk to him about why you are crying, and if you tell him that its because you miss the outside he’ll be the one that's pissed off.

You hiccup heavily, but something inside you sparks when you feel a current of cold air hit your back. Your breath hitches, and you run outside of your room towards the kitchen, where the backdoor is.

Its open.

Its open.

Its a trap.

Or is it?

You step outside for a second, barefooted and feeling the warm sun hit your face. You giggle at it, you’ve missed this so much, tears quickly find their way in your eyes again. 

You take another step, and another, and another, and yet another one. You start walking, getting away from the house of nightmares. You walk faster, trying to find somewhere safe, somewhere you can run to, a friends house, a family members house, something, anything. You start running, the smallest of sounds feeding your paranoia of both men running to catch you. 

You run, not caring about the curious looks of people around you. You don’t care, you need to run, you need to hide, you need to find someone who helps you. You look around, you look at the sky for the menacing silhouette of one of your captors, circling around you like a vulture at a dead animal.

You run again, your feet are burning but there’s nothing you care about except running away. There’s no compassion, nobody offers to help you, nobody offers to lend you a hand, to ask if you’re okay, this feels you with rage, but also with fear.

You keep running away, trying to find a familiar face, maybe an old teacher that you had on high school, maybe a pro-hero that wasn’t completely insane, maybe a friend you hadn’t talked to before your disappearance, that aunt you didn’t see often, the old man that sold you vegetables on the weekends, your boss, a co-worker, anything, anyone, please.

And then you saw it, a police officer. A person who could empathize with you, a person who was also quirk less and could see how to help you.

Hawks enters the house, chirping happily. He brought you your favorite food since he has seen you a bit down this last couple of days and he wants to chirp you up.

“Hey, duckling! I have a surprise for you” he places the takeout bags on the kitchen counter, curious about the fact that there’s not a single sound on the house.

‘Maybe she’s asleep’ he thinks, stepping towards the room. He doesn’t find you there ‘maybe Dabi took her somewhere, I’ll call him’ he thinks again, trying not to panic. He dials the number, the scarred man picking up quickly “ ‘sup, birdbrain?” he asks “everything alright?” 

“Is y/n with you?”

“Why would I take her with me? its not ´bring your baby to work’ day” he says sarcastically, picking up what was wrong in the situation “she’s hiding, Hawks. Don’t worry, she’s hiding on the cabinets again, I’m sure. I’ll come back there, c’mon wait for me” 

“Fine, hurry up” he sighs, hanging up, maybe he’s right, you must be hiding. He’ll let you stay there for a moment, if you come out before Dabi gets here he’ll negotiate something so you don’t get punished. 

And he gets there quick, entering the house panting. “Did she come out?” he asks trying to catch his breath, Keigo shakes his head. Dabi sighs heavily “c’mon y/n, its not funny” he yells towards nowhere “we won’t punish you, doll. Its alright” he’s telling the truth, he can understand why you’re afraid, maybe you broke a plate, maybe you spilled some water, maybe you did something stupid and you’re scared “baby, we’re gonna find you anyways, so come ou-” he can’t finish the sentence, the backdoor of the kitchen opening.

He had to fix the lock, Hawks told him.

Well shit.

Hawks doesn’t even tell him, flying out the door towards the city. You ran away, its alright, maybe you were going to tell them, maybe you were gonna buy something, maybe someone broke in and you were trying to run to safety. 

But he’s boiling in anger when he finds you, you’re trying to reach a police officer. But not so fast, he scoots you in his arms in the blink of an eye, not even giving you a chance to get anywhere near safety.

“What the hell are you doing?” his eyes are sharper than usual, and his voice is stern “better have a good explanation for this” he hisses, lifting you up high “you’re in big trouble, y/n” he keeps talking “this is probably the single most stupidest thing you could have done in your life time” he rushes towards the house “what I’m saying is...” he opens the door and uses one of his feathers to push you inside “you shouldn’t have done that”.

Dabi receives you, is usual mischievous grin is gone, it makes you shiver. He sits you down on the couch, you try to run towards your room, to hide from them, a burning hand stops you. You yell and cover your face in a reflex, Dabi can almost pity you, but that won’t stop him from doing to what he has planned.

“Well, explain yourself” he stands there with his arms closed, cocking a brow while Keigo locks all of the doors. He forces you to sit down on the couch, you’re sobbing and shaking. He has to control the urge to comfort you, to let you cry in his big strong arms while birdbrain scolds you. But he can’t do that, you fucked up big time, and you don’t deserve the treatment he wishes to give you.

You can’t explain anything you did, and you don’t even regret doing it. If only you had told the cops you would be safe by now, that's the only thing you regret about this whole situation. You sob heavily, hyperventilating and trying to find a way to demand them to let you go, tell them how much you despise them, how much you hate that stupidly kind and warm smile Keigo gives you every morning, how much you want to puke every time Dabi calls you a sweet pet name.

“I hate you!” you bark at them, red eyed and completely contrary to your docile and meek attitude. Hawks’ wings puff up, making him look more menacing than before, his eyes sharpen. And one his feathers places at your throat, sharp and ready to slice it open. Your breath hitches, you still bend and break as easily as before. He removes it from there, not a single wound on your body.

Yet.

Dabi can feel sadness and anger accumulate inside him, he grabs a handful of your hair. You yell, you scream, you plead for him to let you go, that you didn’t mean it, that you are sorry.

“You dirty fucking liar” he hisses, his grip on your hair is hard and unescapable, he throws you to the ground, your scalp hurts  and tears pool at your eyes. You hear something unbuckle, and your previously closed eyes open wide at the sound, is he going to hit you with his belt?

He sits down, still holding you in place with his hand. If you try to struggle he will hurt you badly, so you only await for what's prepared for you. He pushes his pants down, not all the way, just enough to let his semi-hard cock peek. You start crying now. Your knees are bruised from falling down forcefully, you would expect the blonde to stop him, to tell him that what he is doing is wrong and that they are the ones that should apologize.

But that moment never comes.

Dabi uses the already hard grip on your hair to pull you closer to the head of his cock, your nose and lips touch the thick length and you have to contain the urge to puke at the sight of that pierced dick in front of you. Its bigger than average and you know it, you can see little white hairs growing at his lower abdomen. Its seems hygienic enough, but you just can’t help but be so disgusted about it, maybe its because of the person carrying it.

Keigo smirks, already knowing what Dabi has in mind just by the sight of you being forced on his cock, you open your mouth reluctantly, but he shoves his length inside you quickly, making your eyes crystalize as you gag down on that piece of meat. He gets closer to you, not saying a word, just slowly unbuckling his belt as well. Dabi looks at his golden eyes, sharing a mutual pleasure of finally getting a taste of you.

They had contained themselves, wanting your first time with them to be consensual and loving, but it seems like plans have changed. Dabi pulls your hair as he pulls your mouth away from his cock, instead forcing you closer to Keigo’s. “C’mon, please him” he orders, you don’t say anything. Your eyes reflect the most anger they had ever seen someone had “be a good pet” your eyes open wide and your brows furrow “I don’t want to” you say in a thread of voice, Dabi chuckles gravely “that was an order, not a request” he says, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You open your mouth again, Dabi lets go for a second, letting birdbrain take control of the pace he is going to fuck your mouth with, you try to escape, instead earning a slap on your face, its feels as if you’ve been hit with a hot iron, you cry harder, but none of them comfort you, instead a soft hand pulls harshly at your hair. He inserts his length all the way into your mouth, neatly trimmed blonde pubic hairs tickle at your nose, but the fast pace he fucks your mouth at doesn’t allow you to focus enough on that. You’re tempted to bite down at his length, to chop it and make a bloody mess, would he kill you if you did? Was it worth it to taste your luck like that?

You decide its not, only sucking and pleasing that winged psychopath. “Gonna fill your throat so good” he groans, you internally plead that he doesn’t cum on your mouth, you just hope that he will have the mercy to not stain your insides with his filthy cum. “Watcha’ say? I wanna se her pretty little face covered in cum” he invites Dabi to join on his malicious plan, you want to scream. But when the scarred man joins him stoking his cock, and you feel him pull out, your face gets covered in cum as you gasp for the air that your lungs where craving. Sticky, hot ropes of thick white liquid stain your lashes, nose, lips, temples and every part they can reach. Those monsters on top of you have the audacity to laugh at your teary eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry birdie” Keigo pets your hair, you tense “you owed us this for what you just did, and I think you owe us even more” he whispers the last sentence, this time you tremble.

“Go clean yourself up, whore” Dabi instructs, pulling his pants up and searching for a cigarrette to smoke. You can’t move, instead hugging yourself while tears run down your cheeks. He pulls your hair again, forcing you to stand up. You cry and scream for him to let go “don’t piss me off more, go do what I told you” his eyes narrow “Or are you that dumb of a mutt that you need us to do it? Is that it? Are you just a stupid useless bitch that needs their masters to help them behave?” he asks, you kick and scream trying to free of his grip. Its a pitiful scene, your face is covered in cum and your hair is messy, your eyes and lips are puffy. He smiles at how much power he has over you “well then you should have told us” his smirk grows “we’re always happy to discipline a bad little doggy”.

You only cry and beg him to let go, you’re abruptly thrown to the ground, you curl upon yourself. Trying to catch your breath. You lift up your dress and use the skirt to clean the things that cover your face. You look at the remains attached to your skirt, and you almost gag at how disgusted you feel. Its horrible, you regret every part of this god awful day.

You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t run away, if you compliantly waited for Hawks to get home and told him in a soft voice “I think Dabi left the door open by accident, Keigo”. He would frown and ruffle your hair, and kiss your cheek “its okay, birdie. I’ll fix it in no time”. He would use his feathers to do the job, he would fix it in no time and would feed you with whatever those take out boxes had inside. It would be a nice day, he would let you watch television while cuddling with him. When Dabi came home Keigo would scold him, you would giggle at their fight without them noticing.

“Stupid burnt piece of shit! You left the door open, what if something happened to y/n?? What if someone entered and took her away? You’re lucky they waited for me to get here and fix it”

“Well, you could have closed the door yourself, not my fucking fault” he would smirk as he exhales smoke purposefully on Keigo’s face.

You would kindly ask them to stop fighting, Dabi would sigh and kiss your forehead “don’t worry doll, I won’t kill this stupid bird man” he would smile “yet” he would whisper high enough for Keigo to hear, you would giggle again, this time he notices. His blush and anger disappearing and being replaced with a soft smile.

Maybe if things had been different this situation wouldn’t be happening. They would lovingly caress your body, Keigo would place some soft kisses on your shoulders while hugging you from behind, you would feel his pretty cock rubbing at your back and ass. Dabi would place his thick warm fingers inside you, spreading you open as he coos how pretty you look all flustered.

Keigo would help Dabi force his cock in while he is inside, taking you both at the same time. Your glistening pussy stretched out so lovingly that all of the pain of the double penetration would be forgotten. A sweet night of love making.

But that day would never come, not since you did this.

That’s the worse part, you could have avoided this and you knew, but still chose to obey that primal and irrational part of your brain, Did you even stand a chance of getting away? Would the number two hero leave you alone? Would he even be arrested? As you analyze the situation further you realize how much of a mistake you have made, how wrong it was to do this, how bad you had fucked up.

“I’m sorry” you mumble, hoping it would make things right “you should be” Dabi answers. Hawks seems to have disappeared, you can’t feel his presence nor hear his voice. Quickly there’s a sound at the door, Hawks drops a bag on the ground. Dabi stands up, inspecting what he bought with a smile.

The blonde uses one of his feathers to lift you up and bring you close to both of them. He uses both of his hands to hold you in place, not that you would have tried to run anyways, the burning feeling on your cheek reminds you that you should stay still. “Since you wanted to be a disobedient mutt so bad we bought you this” Dabi smiles, placing something on your neck. You know what it its, and you can’t believe this is happening to you. A collar, pastel pink, with little hearts to make the illusion of spikes, the shackle is also heart shaped, its bigger and it seems it has been designed for a matching leash.

Hawks lets go of you, a feather on your throat reminding you yet again to not do anything stupid. He places the matching leash on the shackle, he lets you hold the leather piece on your hands, its pastel pink as well, it has your name branded on it. You look at it with pure horror, not knowing what to do or say, your eyes tear up again as Dabi snatches the leash away from your hands, he pulls at it without a warning making you trip, he catches you in his arms before you fall “careful” he teases, and you contain the urge to fall on his arms completely, to let go and just give them the opportunity to take all of you for themselves just like they wanted, to own your body, mind and soul in exchange of a gentle treatment, of a warm bath and a nice meal. But you don’t, you tremble in his arms as he chuckles again “such a little cry baby” he says, he makes you fall to your knees. And both of them are standing tall in front of you, menacing and completely over powering yourself.

“C’mon, mutt” a deep voice gets you out of your mind, startled you look at them “give us a show, you still owe us something for doing that” Keigo smiles, he tugs at the leash, making you remain on all fours. You don’t really know what to do, there’s nothing you can say, only breathing heavily as you start to panic. But they don’t give you time for that, he tugs at the leash again, and your brain engines start to slowly function “you want me to be your dog?” you ask with a shaky voice “yeah, and for starters: bitches don’t talk” Keigo responds, eloquently as always “so better start acting like one and bark” he says. You start crying “I don’t want to! You can’t make me!” you protests, but earn another wave of laughter at you “Aw, we can’t? Pretty sure there’s a million ways we can break you” Dabi hisses with a smile “so... are you gonna cooperate? Or do we have to give you a little incentive?” that last word makes you feel a fear you have never felt. You don’t want to find out what kind of incentive they’re referring to. It could be violence, it could be drugs.

It could be the death of you.

You gather all of your strength, you gather all of your will ‘I won’t break, I won’t break, I won’t break!!!!’ your mind tells you to run, to fight, to find a weapon, but it also yells, it yells ‘be compliant, be nice, be obedient and maybe you won’t get hurt, and maybe things will go back to normal’ and you decide to listen to that part of your brain, its rational, its something that could work. And so you crawl on all fours closer to them, you’re blushing, you’re crying.

And you’re barking.

You bark, you wiggle your ass in lack of a tail, your tongue is lolling out of your mouth as you pant, hoping its good enough. And it pleases them, watching you loose all of your dignity to make them feel happy, to keep your integrity. Are you enjoying yourself while doing it? Probably not, and that awakes something dark in the back of their heads. 

Still, they just watch you put up that pathetic show in front of them, its not even arousing to them, just funny to watch. And they wonder, should they have resorted to breaking you like this a long time ago? Probably not, you weren’t actively disobeying or disrespecting them. But in the back of their heads there’s something that tells them that they should have. Is it curiosity? Or that morbid feeling that accompanies it? There’s just something that they were craving from you and maybe this was what they wanted. 

You stop, sobbing heavily and covering your face with your hands. They already saw you cry, but there’s something in here that makes you feel more vulnerable, is it the fact that your skirt is covered in their semen? That your face has the hand print of one of them? Or is it the fear that Keigo will actually slice your throat open this time? You don’t really want to find out, you don’t really want to know what is it that you fear so much this time.

It just feels so different, you were already afraid, you were already scared, terrified even, of what they could do to you. You were prepared for anything because of this, to get robbed, sold, raped, anything remotely bad that could happen to you. You were already mentalized for it, just not this, anything but this.

It wasn’t the sexual aspect of it that disgusted you so much, it was how vulnerable it made you feel, how naked you feel, how exposed, how deprived of any free will you have been ever since this whole thing started. And it was the guilt, you were feeling guilty about doing this, not only because of the punishment you were receiving, because of what you did. Was this the start of Stockholm syndrome? Maybe it was, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because you could see the sadness in Keigo’s eyes whenever you assumed the bitter memory of you escaping and almost telling someone came back to his head. Because you could see how Dabi wanted to stop this and comfort you, you could see it in his body language, how he bit his lip harshly at the sight of you on the floor, with a slap mark that he caused.

You were guilty because you caused them pain, you caused them harm. Were you the one to blame for this? You didn’t really know, it was all so confusing. 

And you heard them sigh, one of them at least. There wasn’t a tug at the leash, just a pet to your head. You looked upwards, facing the black haired man giving you a warm smile, you cried again, your  lip wobbling as you hugged his legs. “I’m sorry!” you screamed, because you were. 

Hawks was crying to, he hated to cause you pain, and he knew Dabi did as well. It left a bitter taste on their mouth, considering how much they were harmed as children and even as adults, they hated to cause you any sort of pain. They were the ones feeling guilty, they just wanted to stop this.

Dabi helped you get out of your dress, tossing it away as Hawks searched for something more comfortable to put you on. You were naked, but you felt less vulnerable and exposed than before. Keigo entered with an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, it looked comfortable enough. But just when he was about to help you get dressed Dabi stopped him. Keigo arched a brow, silently asking him what the fuck was he doing. 

Dabi stared at you with his ice cold eyes, wondering if what he was about to do was right. Your punishment had ended, but he still felt that he had to do it.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled, loud enough for both of you to hear it. Hawks blinked twice in confusion, what was he apologizing for. But when he felt the heat emanating from his body he knew exactly what he was about to to.

And the idea didn’t sound as bad as he thought. It would only hurt for a bit, and it was worthy it. The bitter flavor on his tongue returned, and he frowned as he used his arms to bend you over and hold you in place, ass up and face down. You panicked, your breath hitching once again, you didn’t put up a fight, instead wondering when would you hear the belt unbuckling once again, and when would you feel your cunt being forced open by Dabi’s cock.

But that moment never came “please, stay still” his low baritone voice resounded in every single part of your mind. You felt heat close to your ass cheeks, and you wondered what you were about to feel, and as a hot finger started tracing something you could feel the worst pain you have ever felt. It traced a letter, you screamed, ear piercing and throat soaring scream. Hawks grip tightened, as he sent some of his feathers to hold you further in place. You tried to move your hips but it was useless, you were firmly held in the spot. You kept screaming, as he slowly traced his burning hot fingers on your soft flesh, it was as if time had stopped, painfully slow as he branded your ass. You wondered what it said, if it was something derogatory, your mind went away and then came back. Was it the sudden cold that hit the burning mark on your skin? It stinged, it burned so hard you wondered if this is what cattle felt like whenever they were marked. 

Tears rolled down your eyes, sobbing heavily as you wondered why were they doing this. Did they find joy in the enormous amount of pain you were being put through? There were so many thoughts and so many questions. Hawks’ grip softened, as he hushed your cries. They switched places, Hawks’ feathers never left the spot that they kept you trapped in, you felt something sharp now, opposed to cold in the unmarked place of your other ass cheek, you gasped when the tip of said sharp object started to dig into your skin, making you cry again, you didn’t beg them to stop, only letting him finish his already started job. You could hear him sob as he continued moving the sharp blade on your doughy skin. You cried harder, as you felt blood dripping down your thighs and exposed sex. And when he finally removed the blade after tracing a set of patterns that you couldn’t figure out entirely, but assumed were letters. You fainted, your mind left your body and you fell limp on the now stained silk linen bed sheets.

You felt so exhausted, you didn’t have any dreams on that state you were suspended in of pure nothingness. You just couldn’t feel anything, any emotions or any kind of pain were simply devoided from your already broken mind.

You woke up alone, when you tried sitting down on the bed you yelped in pain, when you tried to massage the sore region you found it to be even more painful, you curled upon yourself, breathing slow and deep in an attempt to stand up with the little strength you had. Memories from yesterday flooded your mind. Little bit of sunlight entered through the closed window, you looked outside, you weren’t were you used to be. You focused your eyes, only finding a dim sky, cloudy and dull. You sighed, there wasn’t the small patio in the back of the house as before. Instead a plain of grass and a couple of trees standing in the way of your eyesight.

You stood up, staring at the outside trying to figure out where the hell were you. You jumped in surprise when you heard someone open the door of the room.

“Hey, dove” the blonde smiled “I see you like the view” he says with a soft voice, he brings you a glass of water, your throat feels raw as you thank him. 

“Where are we?” you ask.

“Far away” he responds

Dabi enters the room shortly after, his eyes reflect pain and guilt but you don’t comment on it. 

“I want- I want to take a shower please” you say, expecting them to lead you to the bathroom “No can do, doll” Dabi answers “it will hurt badly, in about a week or so you’ll be able to, but for now you should wait” he kisses your hand, making you blush.

“Is it because-”

“Yes” he seems to not want to talk about it, you don’t insist “you’re gonna be here from now on” he states “just can’t risk you running away again” his voice lowers by the moment.

You don’t know what to say, its not like you would try to run away again, after that “I understand” you respond. Hawks smiles at this, at least you understand the situation and won’t do anything stupid.

Like yesterday.

He doesn’t even want to remember it, he feels cruel, he feels like a bad person. It must hurt, your skin was branded and carved with both of their names. But it was worth it, now you’ll never be able to escape, not without a mark of who you belong to.

Them.

Forever.

I hope you enjoy this, darling

Have a great day/night