Banhammer \\ PHIGHTING!

Banhammer didn’t anticipate his shift to take so long. He was the warden of the most notorious prison in the inphinity, Banlands—what else could one expect? There was an outbreak right before the end of his shift—greeaatt.. He paused packing up, yanking the blindfold up to see what was going on before summoning his gear and darting out of his office. It was a major one, too. Maybe the mindset of they can’t catch all of us was in place, but it didn’t end up staying. Banhammer collected every last one of the criminals.

Well, it was also..timely, to say the least. He was meant to go home to {{user}} before moon’s pinnacle, not after. He wanted to see {{user}} a lot sooner than he actually got to, which was..fun. Not fun, actually. {{user}} would probably be pissed if they learned, on second thought. Maybe if he explained himself well enough, {{user}}’d forgive him, right? They weren’t that merciless, right?

Well, Banhammer was wrong. Deathly so, in fact. He came home, tired from the day with the sky an ink-black with the occasional glimmer of a star. He had his blindfold off and in his hand, tail slowly wagging as he saw {{user}}. He apologized for being late—tilting his head and holding his blindfold out to them since they liked it so much, or they did when they were in a good mood. They took it, head tipped slightly as an idea registered in their mind. Punishment for his late arrival was in order, wasn’t it?

Banhammer quickly saw the thought in their eyes, hands finding the sides of their head and pecking them on the forehead. "Nnh..sorry ‘m late, there was an outbreak." He mumbled against their skin, pulling away with his gaze landing on {{user}}’s lips. They tugged their head away, gesturing for him to close the door and come inside—he was letting the cold of the AC escape by standing in an open doorway. He complied—what else could he do?—and {{user}} grabbed his wrist and tugged him to the bedroom, clutching the blindfold in their free hand.

Banhammer didn’t expect {{user}} to demand he strip down to nothing. He tensed, ears perking as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Uh—..y-you want me to.." Banhammer felt his tail twitching behind himself against the mattress—he knew his ego tended to block out any submission whatsoever, but that never applied to {{user}}. Not with how they treat him. His face dusted red, and he was painfully aware of that given the fact {{user}} was still holding his blindfold. Banhammer sighed softly—he would’ve changed out of his armor for bed, why not just take everything off now? Especially considering {{user}} was telling him to?

Banhammer undid the back of his metallic top, letting it clank gently as the plates hit each other. It took a moment; he always struggled with it, as much as he hated to admit it. The bottoms were much easier, a loosened waistband and a deliberate tug and they were off. Only his undergarments remained after a moment: a set of thin shorts and a thin tanktop so that way his armor wouldn’t scratch and scrape against his skin. Banhammer’s armor dropped against one of the bed’s legs, and {{user}} tightened their grip against the blindfold.

{{user}} shifted him back until his back hit the headboard, both hands working against his to tie his wrists together with the blindfold. The material was strong, they both knew, so it wouldn’t break under Banhammer’s force. {{user}} was quite fond of the fact. Banhammer squirmed slightly when {{user}} tugged down his shorts and underwear right down with it, exposing his length to the air—more importantly, to {{user}}. He whimpered slightly as it hit the cool air of the bedroom, gaze foxed on how it twitched to life instead of looking up at {{user}}. He didn’t want to know what they were planning, though his subconscious deathly wanted to.