#utterly in control of both to the delight of both

[rosy-bless]

obsessed with the nuance between a cocky “you can’t make me sneeze” and a desperate “please don’t let me sneeze”

[harmonysanreads]

When you hug them for the first time.

characters : al haitham, neuvillette, scaramouche, furina

cw(s) : very gentle yandere themes, everyone is surprised pikachu in different styles

──⚝ al haitham

For the first time in his life, while being at least two consistent steps ahead of everyone — Al Haitham finds himself at a loss.

Perhaps that had been your intention as well, a part of him suspects. You were certainly not the first in this endeavor, seeing a usually composed person behave contradictorily to their nature is, unfortunately, the source of amusement for a specific group of people and, bewilderment for unsuspecting onlookers. Albeit, the Scribe doubts the former to be your main objective because, the last wicks of rebellion were snuffed out by his persistent hands. The mesolimbic pathway of the brain is known to regulate incentive salience and many reward related behaviors, Alhaitham knows this much because of continued perusal. Indeed, science can explain many things, logic can place things on a concrete scale.

The Scribe may also try to rationalize the feelings you create within him in ways that fit his comfort zone, but, more often than not, they fail to prove satisfactory. You alone have the supreme power of luring him out of his shell by simply existing beside him, and he, the foolish scholar parched in search of enlightenment, follows the mirage's call each time. Many have tried to tear his ataraxia to shreds and only one has succeeded. Which is why, he remains still, unmoving, muscles terse from the pull of his pride. Maybe giving a last chance to his ego, seeing, if ignoring this gnawing addiction would shoo it away for good, and of course, he is a foolish man.

He hadn't done anything in that precise moment but, later that night, he had held you tighter than he ever had.

──⚝ neuvillette

It is universally acknowledged that justice bends to no one, but, what verdict should be declared upon the person, who drives the very symbol of justice insane?

It is both Neuvillette's delight and agony the control you have over him. You keep him dangling by your finger and the odd thrill that spreads across his soul from it, entices him to further entangle himself in this intoxicating chase. Sometimes, he's yanked to awareness by his conscience, it should be insulting for a man of his stature to be so helplessly smitten. The thought that he, the mighty Sovereign of Hydro, is just as susceptible to temptation as an ordinary man is, should appall him. Perhaps, they did concern him initially. Would it not have been wise to uproot the source of this burgeoning obsession from his heart when he still had the chance? Before this exact scenario which he knows will plummet him to a trench he won't be able to—will not want to—return from?

Yes, that would have been a reasonable decision. But, it'd not be so exhilarating. A drowning man from whose fingertips the surface has already escaped, finds peace in the feeling of sinking to the unknown depths. Neuvillette embraces his fall and, you'd think such desperation was impossible from one single man if you didn't feel it pressed to every inch of your skin. The Iudex's sigh will blow over your hair and in your arms will he rediscover his breath. How utterly foolish of him, why did he deny himself this sanctuary for so long?

Neuvillette is so dazed from the peace that, he wouldn't mind dying in that moment, if only he could remain in your embrace.

──⚝ scaramouche

It really is a mistake to give a man an inch who unashamedly steals a mile, but, it's too late for you to reconsider now, isn't it?

Innocent Kabukimono likes the feeling of being in your arms, it reminds him of a distant night where his mother brushed his tears aside. But, a part of him knows the way your gesture translates to him isn't quite what he had felt from his creator. Your embrace makes him secure, just like hers — but, it makes tiny sparks bloom in his vacant ribcage as well. He doesn't know what it is, or, if he wants to know. All he's certain about is that, he wants to remain in your arms forever, tucked away from the merciless eyes of fate.

Kunikuzushi's wary eyes dart across you in anticipation of a dagger at his back or, a triumphant smile for having discovered his weakness. It's not that he doesn't like this, but, more so that he can't bring himself to not complicate the gesture. Why do you give him something that no one has bothered with? He thinks it's better he remains careful—though he doesn't pull away—because, it'd break him beyond repair if you betrayed him, too.

The Balladeer is startled, out of every one of your tricks to render him speechless, this one has been the most effective yet. You should probably stick to this from now on (not that he'll say it out loud). The Harbinger would rather swallow those tooth-rotting dango than admit that there is some genuine kindness left on this cursed planet. As much as he suspects you of fostering ulterior motives, he isn't as caught up in it as Kunikuzushi that every other detail eludes his judgement. He makes a show out of how annoying he finds it, how much inconvenience you're causing him by the grip of your arms. You'd believe his words and ‘irritated’ body language as well, had his fight with the curve of his lips wasn't so blatant. Perhaps, you should apologize for hugging him without permission with a kiss, hm?

The Wanderer wonders what beget this expression of kindness. In his lone vagrancy, he's encountered the sight of these gestures periodically. His curiousity yearned to know what significance was contained in an embrace, how it felt and why he was never at the receiving end of one. These questions were pushed at the depths of his soul—or whatever it is that lets him ‘live’—where they festered into want and then hunger. This slumbering appetite was emboldened on the day he willingly bore the memories of his past. But, the weight of a lifetime rendered him tired. For once, he did not want to think, suspect or tease ; he only wished to be held without restraint.

Which is why, Wanderer is the only version of this puppet who returns your embrace.

──⚝ furina

Not even acute mastery over the art of improvisation could've prepared Furina for this out-of-script situation.

It should've come as no surprise to her, she's been the center of a nation's adoration for five centuries, people of Fontaine flock in line for the chance of catching a glimpse of their Regina. You must've been unable to contain the immense affection you have for her, just like everyone else! But, for some reason, that thought feels bitter on her tongue when applied to you. She realizes that comparing your affection to the one her people shower her with leaves her with a howling dissatisfaction. The warmth of your being and the tentative tightening of your arms make her legs wobbly, send her heart prancing and her stomach twisting in the most pleasant way.

Of course... the citizens of Fontaine love her for her performance, for the role she plays ; not and never for herself. But, the percipience that you may love the cowardly, lonely and pathetic girl she truly is — tumble upon her like a plethora of bricks and almost make her faint. When she lifts her arms next, the notion of her returning the hug is tossed promptly in the flurry of tickles. You're forced to succumb to the enticement of hearty chuckles and, she joins you — hoping that, the raucous sound of laughter will conceal the tears streaming down her face.

And she prays that, just for this one moment, she wouldn't be judged guilty.

happiest new year to whoever is reading this, you are lovely and you'll continue to shine in the next year(s) as well<3

[andersonlore]

eighteen+, mdni.

jock!abby who plays soccer is so head-over heels in love with you, but she promises to keep what you have going just between the two of you. ellie’s your best friend and the two of them can’t stand each other but two months ago at some stupid frat party, too many beers and three joints later abby was eating you out like her life depended on it. you were too high, and she was too drunk but god was she fucking you so damn good. strong arms pinning you to the edge of the bed, as her mouth sucked on your bundle of nerves, before she would let go, letting her tongue soothe over your clit and you moaning her name like a prayer in the process.

jock!abby talks you through it the entire time, and she’s so stupidly pretty with her blonde locks falling over her face like a golden waterfall. her blue eyes are so dark, they’re almost gray and then she has two fingers inside you. they’re thick and long and she’s reaching places you can’t. still, her words making you whine over and over, your hips moving uncontrollably but she pins them down with her brute force.

“Yeah, baby, I know how good this feels. I’m so fucking wet right now from this pretty pussy. You taste so good, baby. I could just eat you up forever. Want me to stay here, crushed by these pretty thighs of yours?”

jock!abby nearly crumbles when she rubs her cunt on top of yours, clits nudging against each other as you practically scream. you know this won’t be the only time you stumble into her bed, you know the next time you’ll be completely sober because god, does abby know how to fuck. she finds a rhythm that’s good for the both of you and she takes control on top. abby can’t help but think about how perfect the two of you fit together, her thighs against yours but she needs a better angle. so, she lifts your leg and places it on her shoulder and you want to come right there.

jock!abby can hear your sweet slick against her, her thighs, god it’s everywhere. she wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve dripped to her sheets, not that she minds. she’s fucking you so hard and you can feel a shiver run down your spine. you want to stay like this forever. her pussy feels so good against yours. you know this shouldn’t be happening. you shouldn’t be fucking ellie’s nemesis but god, the devil has never felt better.

“Be a good girl, baby. Come for me. I’m so close just need to feel your cum on me, need to feel it on my cunt. Please baby, show me how much you want this. Fuck, baby, right there. Yeah? Such a good fucking girl. Fuuucckkkkk.”

jock!abby comes with you, and your body jolts as you feel her slick stick to your swollen lips, it’s so messy and utterly fucking divine, sending both of you into pure euphoria. her biceps are so big, and she holds her weight as she devours your mouth with hers. her skilled tongue staking claim on you. fuck she feels exquisite and her wet pussy is still against yours and you never want her to move. all you want is her sweet, freckled face and the nectar you’re sure tastes delightful as honey, tucked between her thighs.

“You did so well, baby. Now, let’s see how good this pretty cunt takes my cock, huh? What do you think about that, gorgeous?”

[anantaru]

DAY 3 — BIMBOFICATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. bimbofication — the process of transforming into an airheaded slut, perfectly happy to be used and degraded

𖧡 — including — ayato, childe

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, bimbofication, degrading, rough & messy, slight possessive reader but only a little + they're possessive of you too lmao, name calling (fucktoy, bitch in heat, cocksleeve), petnames (angel, baby), both parties are consenting

𖧡 — AYATO

"angel.. my precious angel."

ayato slips a finger inside you, the dark outline of his silhouette mountainous on top of you, holding you captive, and he doesn't do anything besides gnashing on your jawline, until listlessly working his way down to your neck, taking your breath away when he glides the digit in and out effortlessly, then adding the second, gently working himself on your hole, imprinting his touch and trails on your walls, watching eagerly how you're engulfing him in with your cunt.

without any resistance making itself visible from your side, you appear to be enjoying this, a little too much— at the same time, you're such an adorable, precious toy to him, always clinging yourself around his arm whenever he was in near sight of you, your smirking lips puckered up into a dirty smile with a glossy film of sparkly lipgloss sleeving the flesh, day-dreaming about having the yashiro commissioner's heavy, piercing cock jamming your insides.

in any case, with how quick things were proceeding now, you love how the heel of his palm repeatedly humps your clit, the blows of it stinging at the puffy flesh before you arch your back into his hand, giggling within a clouded sigh, you're so excited to have his attention, grinning from ear to ear.

the drive ayato had on you, controlling, delightful trembles inching over the length of your spine when he calls you his precious, perfect fucktoy— the only one, you made sure of that.

when he tells you how utterly proud he was of you taking him so very well, especially when he can witness your eyes rolling back at the second of your cunt becoming so warm and constricting, it brings you to tears when listening to such loving words, being praised in such, "unique" way, where one might say it's not praise in any way, but for you, it's nothing but the most sugary, most tasteful expressing of approval to you.

it's easy once you gave yourself over to him, meaning his status and his power and made yourself his property, to that of someone being responsible to satiate the mans needs, conquer the aching pain in his groin whenever he was too busy or clocked up to do so himself. and the pleasure he made you experience, fuck, it reached the pit of a forming bubble, when he reaches into your walls with his slender fingers, your cunt clamping at the contract with the whistling in your head placing black dots on your vision.

yes, certainly— you realize then, you wanted to be treated like that.

forgetting about what others may whisper and gossip behind your back, why would you care, they might be just jealous for all you know— and for whatever reason ayato keeps you close to him, if there was a somewhat, deeper, connection or emotion he began to develop for you— baring in mind that he was the exact opposite of an outgoing player that pursued any women, only having you to touch and trace, fuck and kiss, it could possibly happen that somewhere in between his puzzling, swishing lines of thinking, kamisato ayato can work up the courage to feel something serious in regards to you, something contrasting to viewing you as this convenient toy, his darling cocksleeve, always there for his immediate use.

𖧡 — CHILDE

childe shushes your helpless mewls softly when he laps his tongue around the warm insides of your mouth, his cock taking advantage of your soft, weeping pussy, and how you're proudly presenting it all to him— just for him, you're his, in all respects, and he has trained you well, looking at how your toes curl when you greet him with a hazy, beclouded grin as you vibrate at his shaft moving along your soaked walls before pressing his tip against your g-spot.

"ohh- my, baby." childe groans, lecherous eyes gazing at your erotic body, "you're so good to me, when you let me fuck you like a bitch in heat." and he dominantly holds you up by your trembling knees, parting your pussy to accommodate the thudding stir of his length splitting you without a single care in this world, and every time he pulls himself balls deep into your hole, you gush and slick him up, making a mess of his girth and upper thighs, whimpering all wetly and perceiving how your cheeks are not only stained by your tears, but also flustered by his unique, scandalous choice of words.

but you wanted it that way, truly, being a harbingers personal belong, his little plaything you may say, as he liked to address you as well, it was intoxicating to be as slutty as possible to get his attention.

you can't help yourself but giggle out bubbly whenever he buys you something special too, an expensive gift— handled with delicate, tactful care, opening the package to find a silken lingerie-set that childe had personally picked out for you, barely awaiting the day where he can rip it off your perfect body, assuring you he'll purchase a new one in no time.

how come, you aren't even more riled up by now? your pretty pussy was so reactive to his length, easily affected by the largeness of his girth parting you for good, you're wet all day from the constant day dreams, drooling about childe's cock all day long, or about his hands grabbing and massaging your soft skin, how you knew how much he liked whenever you presented your exposed tits to him, vigorously massaging the nipples before pressing them against his chest.

"you feel good, hm?" ajax whispers into your ear, on the teetering edge of filling your womb with his seed, rolling his strong hips in and out of you before curving one palm around your cheek to force you to meet his gaze— yet your eyes were barely open, but that smile, it made him both shiver and admire your beauty, an expression so radiant on your lips that it startled even a harbinger.

"fuck, you're a mess." he licks his lips, and you foggily nod your head when he voices it out loud, helplessly hiccuping his name whilst grabbing on his chest to make him cling onto you and never let you go, well, not until he made you cum— your pussy being pillowed over by his cock bulging into you, indulging in the sensation of your soft, doused cunt slapping back against his groin, all wanting and desperate.

in spite of appearance, childe was aware that you were precisely into this manner of being treating, but in a sense, so was he, deep down believing that he’d never feel any satisfaction that could even scratch on the one you placed on him.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[alatusprinz]

cute things they do + how they show their love

featuring : aether , albedo , itto , diluc , gorou , kazuha , kaeya , heizou , tighnari , xiao

Aether unconsciously stares at you with heart in his eyes. He never knows he's staring, and even he did it's not like he can control it. After all, how could he not when you're this... mesmerizing? His gaze would make you feel so loved, treasured and god, he adores you more than anything. He's never felt this way before, not when he experienced the birth and demise of countless stars, not when he first happened to fall upon this curious world full of adventures he never explicitly asked for. But good heavens, was it all damn worth it since amongst all the frenzy, he met you. His honey eyes glistened with a swirling sense of comfort, delight and appreciation every time you graced his sight with your beauty.

Albedo becomes clueless, for once. He's been called genius, brilliant and all that meaningless adjectives before, sure. But Albedo has never felt this clueless about anything until the met you. The oh-so-wise alchemist has no idea what to do when he starts unconsciously searching for your figure every corner he turns, chasing your shadows in the corners of his dreams. Every whim, every thought is suddenly laced with your scent- hypnotizing, pulling him deeper into your sweet allure. He notices small things about you, how you prefer your tea/coffee in the daytime, how you stare up to the ceiling when you're trying to remember something, even have a guess on what mood you're in from how you walk into his alchemy camp, looking even more divine than the last time he saw you. He swears he feels like he's losing control over his composure, yet he didn't know what to do for once. Except falling in love hopelessly with you, of course. Little did he know, you were aware of his feelings. How could you not be when his normally stoic face softens and quite majestically glows with fondness and adore whenever he saw you?

Itto wishes to include you in everything he does. Now, basic things like Onikabuto-picking or Arataki gang "conferences" aside, Itto wants to make you feel welcomed, included, most importantly wanted in everything his life has to offer. Your presence is enough to make this man happy, he would happily agree + confidently declare that bring the moon to you if that's what you desire. Even in mundane things in life like walking with you to your workplace in the morning or helping you pick out what clothes to wear today, Itto wants both himself and you to get used to being in each other's life. After all no matter what anyone says, he'll stay forever with you if you'd like. Forever and even longer, his "buddy, comrade, partner" and ... "only-his-dude"- as he called you.

Diluc's love is... surprisingly cute and respectful. Devotion, loyalty and commitment is to be expected to the highest spectrum and beyond, of course. But you may have underestimated how utterly lovably this man would behave when he's in love. He may struggle with verbal expression in romance, but he made his love crystal clear with how he prepares the tea just like how you like it ( to perfection ) every morning with utmost concentration and effort. His love is evident in the way he never lets go of your hand even when the crowd isn't that large because "you may get separated", thumb tenderly caressing the back of your hand. His love is heartwarming when he listens to everything you have to say and hold you in higher regard against anyone and everything. His uttermost respect, admiration and love directed to you would make you feel on the top of the world.

Gorou may act all tough and mighty around his troops for the sake of his heavy title "general", but when you tickle his heartstrings so playfully and lovingly, he turns into the cutest doggy you may ever see. Not to mention he has absolutely no control over how his ears perk up and tail wagging uncontrollably, and he wants attention so much to the point he's embarrassed about his neediness. His pride is high, but his need for you is much higher and it's evident from the way he can't help but cling onto you from the moment you come home, slightly whining if you don't give him headpats and kisses on his cheek as you always do. He wraps his tail around you protectively, leaning into your neck and tickling you with his fluffy ears. He may not say directly but every time you cuddle, you couldn't help but adore the needy look in his eyes, pushing his tail closer to you to make you cuddle his tail as well.

Kazuha ever the poet, just can't stay for one minute without complimenting or admiring you. For better or for worse you couldn't tell, he meant every single word no matter how exaggerated his compliments were. He meant them to the core. You could simply be enjoying the fragrant aroma of the afternoon tea he brought for you in peaceful silence, until he breaks it with his honey-laced voice full of admiration- "You look more beautiful than any goddess that have walked this world, my dove." It never fails to catch you off guard with his extravagant and frankly a-bit-too-cheesy compliments, and he is unfortunately very-acutely-aware from how his pretty scarlet eyes flash with mischievous satisfaction when he sees the slightest bit embarrassment show on your features no matter how you try to hide it. "I cannot imagine ever being happier than this moment with you, my beloved." "Your beauty puts the sun and stars to shame, love." P.s: If you decide one day to fire back with another equally-cheesy compliment about him, you may discover the wandering samurai a lot quieter, stumbling over his words with a lot-rosier cheeks than you remembered him having.

Kaeya is vulnerable around you. Scratch that, he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. This speaks so much volumes from who he truly is inside in comparison to his oh-so-mighty facade he keeps in his daily life. Kaeya prides himself on his sharp intuition and this fated encounter with you confirmed his accuracy further. You may suspect him for charming you like he always did when he mentioned how he "just knew you were the one immediately when he laid his eyes on your heavenly figure."- his words not yours. But in the end, you knew he was speaking the truth from how his gaze found yours with the mellow look you were familiar with, holding onto your hands with a featherlight grip like the one he held on your heart. He never lied to you, didn't hide his identity nor his purpose to you. He trusted you more than himself or anything else. Kaeya was no fool, he knew the dangers of sharing his truth. But he trusted his intuition and insight on this one- to trust you. Plus, you would stand against the world with him if need be, what more would Kaeya desire? The confident cavalry captain that everyone knows- he melts away in your presence, instead turning into a simple guy hopelessly in love, willing to spend every moment possible with you as long as heavens allow it. Nevermind, as long as you allowed him to. He wouldn't let even the heavens stand between the two of you for as long as you desired him the way he did for you.

Heizou's cheerfulness skyrockets from the moment you accepted his confession, if it was even possible. He was already happy-go-lucky to the point it was problematic to his surroundings- you might feel a bit remorse for others in his presence thanks to you fueling his fire. He sings at the top of his lungs whenever he hears love songs with absolutely no regards to where you two were, he would randomly hug and shower you with kisses on your cheek, forehead and nose even in front of that Tengu general from his workplace. He shows you off to everyone, and on top of that he can't keep his hands to himself even if it would cost him his life. He can't help it, he wants to be close to you! He loves holding you against him, hugging you tightly until both of you are almost out of breath and giggling uncontrollably. He pulls the adorably annoying "password?" when you're in bed cuddling and want to go somewhere, not letting you out of his embrace if you don't magically guess whatever password he's thinking of. On top of that he makes you guess the password by making it to a riddle on spot, so good luck with that. Whenever he happens to pass by a flower market, he'd pick one flower to "represent your beauty" for the day, making you scoff and accept his cute gift with a smile on your face. Despite his aloof behavior, it doesn't take much to notice that he's thinking of you every moment of the day and shows it to you through his various ways including but not exclusive to: physical touch and cute gifts.

Tighnari is well... a fox. That is to say, his sneakiness grows each moment he spends with you. He'd fill your daily life with traces of him so you are reminded of him and as reminder that he missed you dearly when he's away. He giggled to himself in endearment when he imagined you pouting slightly at his absence of presence, then a warm smile blooming on your face when you find that plate of berries he picked for you with a "good morning, dear. have a nice day, love you. -tg." note next to it. He "accidentally" leaves his sweater in your room when he's away for a particularly long time due to forest research so you'd have it to cuddle when you get lonely. You'd hug that sweater when you miss his again the next day, looking at that small pot of flower he brought for you on your birthday. And finally on the day he was to return home, you'd greet him wearing that sweater. It was an "accident", all of it- he told you with a sneaky smirk (even though he imagined you greeting him like this the entire trip but you didn't need to know that.). Alas, both of you knew that it was just one of his sneaky tricks to keep him in your mind as much as possible while soothing your sadness in the too-quiet serene nights he unfortunately made you spend alone. His plan ends by making you forget your lonely nights completely when you finally find home in between his arms. What sneaky tricks would he try tomorrow? I guess you'll find out soon enough.

Xiao makes promises to you. He knew some mortals may break promises but to Alatus, he makes promises he knows he will keep. He lives to honor his oath, whatever he may have vowed to you he will be sure to keep. It brought so much comfort to you when he made his first ever promise to you under the subtle glimmer of the night sky- "I'll stay by your side." Before Xiao has ever said he loved you, he's promised... himself to you, that he'd remain by you. For someone like him who holds the weight of verbal momentous oaths in respect beyond imagination, it was often what you needed when he gazed into your eyes with certainty and provided solace to your state of mind with his words. You laced your fingers with his, slightly tilting your head and smiled at him comfortingly when he seemed like he wanted to say something- your way of showing him that you're listening to whatever he had to say. With your accepting gesture, he relaxed and to your surprise, made another promise. One you'd never forget- "I love you." Your eyes slightly widened at his declaration. He tightened his grip on your hands and pulled you closer to him, faces barely an inch away from one another. Slowly, he placed your one hand on his shoulder and wrapped his free hand around your waist, still embracing your body in his warmth. "...Please stay with me." Xiao's expression was complex, millions of emotions flooding his senses. He'd never been like this before, and he was certain he never would with anyone else. Slight frustration also clouded his mind, he had so, so much more he wanted to say to you but failed to properly convey in words. Fondly beaming at your vigilant yaksha, you glanced into his eyes, glowing with nothing but devotion and faithfulness for you. You weren't sure if he was aware, but his gaze silently promised you one more- eternal love- lovers' oath. You smiled and nodded your head, caressing his neck gently. "You know, after such lovers' oath, us mortals seal the vow with a physical-." Xiao wasted no time and pressed his lips onto yours, making you sigh into the passionate kiss. With how he held your body close, lips moving in perfect sync, you two were reminded once again that your love was written in the stars, simply meant to be.

[melodic-haze]

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino (GI) x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Pet play, using a hidden vibrator in public, reader with a cock/strap referred to as the former, ROUGH sex, spanking, a lot of painplay actually, blood cuz have you?? Seen her nails????? What the hell, overstimulation, dumbification 🫶

☆ — NOTES: I haven't actually played Genshin since the eternal Ayaka timer lol but anyway I got carried away I think LMAOOO I just have a huge thing for authority figures who are all subby for me 😞 I might do an aftercare continuation post idk

☆ — PARTS: Part 1 (you are here), Part 2

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I really need to put a collar on this woman and call her my personal attack dog

This tall, scary woman who wields a SCYTHE, this Harbinger slash one winged fallen angel with crosses for eyes, this person who people call 'Father'???? Imposing as hell, very much the type that you can't look at in the eyes or else you're probably marked for death next.......but who could EVER expect that all that would go off and crumble down at the mere sight of you with a collar on your hand, a smile on your face and the intent to reduce her into nothing but your personal little pet?

Intimidating? Oh, please. Maybe she'd cut everyone else, but she wouldn't dare do that to you! Not even when she has a vibrator stuffed in her pussy. What's she gonna do realistically, hurt you? Oh no no no she wouldn't dare do that, you've done nothing wrong, could NEVER do anything wrong so whyever would she do that to you?

You've always wondered how Arlecchino could ever balance on those shoes of hers, with the way her heels narrow down into practically nothing by the time its length reaches the ground.

It's an impressive feat, being able to balance on such technically impractical footwear.. especially when the wearer has a small vibrator stuffed in her cunt, controlled by none other than you and the equally small device resting in your pocket, ready for you to use when you felt like it.

And you did exactly that—as the Harbinger went to talk to some person about whatever it is (you never really cared about the current semantics), you dug into your pocket idly, innocently, even, but the both of you know full well that it was anything but.

Despite Arlecchino keeping a straight face, you know the effect was immediate; you could tell from the slight stumble and the quite-literal split-second glitch that you miss when you blink. Unfortunately for her, though, the third-party hadn't blinked so she's left to scramble for an excuse as you watch on nearby, utterly delighted.

Eventually you see her excuse herself early, making it appear as if whatever they were discussing didn't seem to work. And who would ever question Arlecchino, of all people?

You.

"Well, now," you begin with a raised eyebrow as you watched your approaching lover approach you with a surprising amount of grace, wondering how she's kept herself steady with those heels of hers, "I thought you were going to take longer. What happened?"

You see her eyes stare at you, the red crosses within them practically burning so bright it's as if you were so close that you could touch the sun and burn... Though instead of looking away like a normal person with a sense of self-preservation, you dared to flash her an innocent smile as if you were utterly clueless, but both of you knew VERY well that that was, simply put, pure and utter bullshit.

She licks her lips before answering, "I have.. rescheduled for the discussion to continue when his pr-- ..proposal has been polished to the standard I require. We can return to-- ..!"

Her breath hitches, and she moves on to sit down swiftly and cross her legs in a futile effort to keep the toy still within her, though that turns out to be a mistake as you increase the intensity even further. Her mouth practically drops open before she looks down and covers her mouth as she grabs onto your wrist, nails digging and causing you to wince, though it doesn't keep the smug look on your face from increasing.

You narrow your eyes, as if utterly unimpressed by her antics, as you speak only for your lover to hear, "Flaking on your responsibilities just for you to get some relief sooner rather than later? Okay, then." And she hears, sees you laugh, and you both know that she knows she's crossed you, "Let's go home."

The only thing your pet Harbinger could really do was nod.

She need need NEEDS to be treated roughly for her to feel things bc tbh she probably has a high FEELING threshold in general. And like she's insane but that's another thing

Pull on her collar, her leash. Actually no pull on her HAIR there's a reason why she has it in a low tail 🤨🤨 pull it use it to direct her where you want her and she'll do whatever it is you require for her to do

Please do absolutely spank her, put her in her place, urge her on. Pain is a great stimulant, and is a great teacher 🫶

Needs she NEEDS you to hold her up as you pound at her without stopping, vibrator still in her cunt and being pushed deeper into her over and over by your cock and she doesn't tell you to stop either bc she's telling you to give her more, please!!

This deadly woman is asking you, pleading you, begging you for you to absolutely ruin her!!! But nonono you can't let her have what she wants when she's been uncharacteristically not doing her job like she's meant to so you pull out of her and immediately turn off the toy inside her and she looks at you with such shock that it's so strange to see on this ever-so-composed-and-strict member of the Fatui. But at the end you don't really care as you start up the whole process again after waiting for long enough, even switching your positions and paces and everything

Once you deem it enough and that she's basically at her limit, you decide to grant her.. mercy. Fuck her until she cums and she cums HARD, her nails reducing the sheets into damaged tatters of fabric and leaving bloody claw marks and bites on your skin as she writhes and twitches and glitches violently (you'll take care of it later, you reckon, but right now do you really care?) before she settles down.......

But you don't stop. Nononono you don't stop not at all!! This IS what she wanted, right??? Being fucked so hard until she's all dumb and forgets everything she has to keep track of in that brain of hers, make her forget that she's supposed to be this scaryyy Harbinger who could kill you in the blink of an eye, reduce her into nothing but your obedient little puppy desperate for a powerless mortal, of all things. That has to be humiliating, it SHOULD be humiliating when she has all that power, but she doesn't care. Not now, not ever.

Not when it's you :33

[dark-and-kawaii]

Maybe this is self-indulgent, but what about beating Haarlep in the game of seduction? Like, making the incubus long for Tav instead of the other way around. I want to see Haarlep being utterly desperate for someone, see him yearning so fiercely it makes him burn, see him so swept up by the passion of another that he is being lavished with that thoughts of him trying to use/command the situation in some way don't even occur to him until after he has come down from the high of pleasure. What do you think would be going through his mind?

Starved

Haarlep x Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I really enjoyed receiving this request, I’m sorry it took a hot minute to post, but I did enjoy it greatly. Scenarios like this for Haarlep make my knees crumble. I wrote a small story and answered your question after it!! Please let me know what you thought <3 And please enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ Submissive Haarlep | Starved Haarlep | Comfort | Slight NSFW

Haarlep's eyes, usually filled with a predatory gleam, now held a hint of vulnerability. Something about your aura has ignited a fire within them, a craving they cannot ignore.

As the Incubus circles you, your lashes flutter with lust. The desire to be mounted by them, to feel the creature's cock sliding into you, is undeniable. You had wanted them since you met, yet all you could do was tease them with a subtle kiss here and there.

Each time you visited before Raphael’s demise, Haarlep’s tail would twitch with delight, in hopes it would be the day they’d command your body, yet you’d always deny them. And with a gentle caress to their cheek, you’d whisper, "Soon, my Incubus. Soon." Before walking away, your clothes hugging tightly to your frame, leaving nothing to the imagination.

And each time you left from their sight, Haarlep would groan, the feeling of being starved too much to bare, and the need to sink into your heat becoming unbearable. No one has ever denied them, but you had, and that only made the Incubus crave you even more.

Haarlep recalls those nights where they would have no choice but to stroke their own length. A visual of you naked and begging for them to fill you was always enough to help them finish. But it wasn't the same.

This is the first time you've been able to truly be alone, to be able to indulge in all the fantasies that have been building. Haarlep's voice, usually smooth and commanding, trembles ever so slightly as they move closer towards you. Their words filled with a desperate longing. Haarlep yearns to taste the forbidden fruit that is your body, to cherish the intoxicating symphony of pleasure that awaits you both.

Every touch, every caress of yours, sends electric currents coursing through Haarlep's veins. Their body, usually so confident and self-assured, now quivers with need. The way your gaze lingers over their shape causes them to dissolve into a malleable state. It's an unfamiliar sensation... And in that moment, the fact that they are an incubus slips from their consciousness.

Haarlep has seen, been with thousands, but never once has anything, or anyone made their heart quickened it’s beat quite like you. Hells, Haarlep never even knew such a thing possible for their kind. The Incubus, who has known no other feeling than that of sexual desire, is experiencing something entirely new, and it scares them.

And when your lips meet their chest, their skin aches with every flick of your tongue, they can't stop the moan from escaping. Their hand tangling in your hair, as their other holds you in place, and for the first time, Haarlpes mind becomes clouded.

The once dominant incubus now becomes the submissive, lost in the rapture of their union. They are consumed by the sheer euphoria of the moment, their thoughts of control and manipulation vanishing into thin air.

You, empowered by your ability to awaken such submission in Haarlep, take the lead, guiding them through a dance of passion and fulfillment. With a single kiss, you claim the incubus as your own, Haarlep’s very own soul now bound to your will.

Your hands explore their body, tracing their abs, moving lower, and lower still. As your fingertips reach the base of their cock, Haarlep’s breath hitches. You feel their pulse quicken, and your core clenches.

Without hesitation, you wrap your fingers around the thick shaft, and with a tight grip, you guide it into your folds. The incubus shudders, their head leaning back, mouth agape, eyes closed, while you slowly sink onto their thick member.

As you take in more and more of their length, Haarlep is completely overwhelmed. They are utterly stripped of control, a willing slave to your whims and desires. Their hunger for you, their need to be thoroughly and relentlessly ravished, becomes all consuming. Every bounce on their cock, every kiss, sends waves of pleasure crashing over them, shattering any remnants of resistance they once possessed.

As the climax approaches, Haarlep's body tenses, their groans and moans reaching a crescendo of ecstasy. In the throes of pleasure, they reach the pinnacle of their desire, trembling and quaking beneath your loving touch. It is in this moment of ultimate surrender that the realization of their vulnerability dawns upon them, leaving the incubus breathless, impressed, and completely sated.

As your lips part, you stare into the eyes of a creature you never once thought you’d fall for, their will now completely submissive, their soul forever bound to yours.

"I am yours, and you are mine.” Is all you say, before resting your forehead against theirs.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Haarlep is used to being the one who stirs sexual relations, not the one overwhelmed by it. As Tav begins to turn the tides, Haarlep might initially be confused. They are not accustomed to the roles being reversed, and it would take them time to understand what's happening.

Eventually realization would dawn on Haarlep that Tav is not just resisting but actively seducing them, Haarlep would likely feel surprised, proud/impressed of Tav even.

I think because Haarlep is so accustomed to being in command, they would find the loss of control a bit frightening but eventually once they come down from the high they’d find it thrilling since it was you/tav. If it was anyone or anything else the fear might linger a bit longer…

There might be a grudging respect or even admiration for Tav's prowess. Haarlep would recognize the skill involved in turning the tables on an incubus, and part of them might appreciate the challenge Tav presents. Leaving them wanting to be at your side.

[anantxru]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘‘𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 !

𖣠 they‘re needy feat. mysta : vox : ike : shu : luca (luxiem) x fem! reader

𖣠 warnings: [ex]plicit

𖣠 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀

mysta felt so warm and firm inside of you, his cock splitting you open as he pulled you closer into his embrace, grinding his hips painfully slow against your needy cunt. He‘s so lost, can barely comprehend a single thing as he felt you clench around his girth, sucking him dry with everything you got.

he was so sensitive too, desperately wanting to cum inside of you already! he has been fantasizing about it all day :( your slit pooling down your hole and staining the disheveled bedsheets underneath the both of you. "Fuck." he‘s panting through gritted teeth now, mouth agape as he let out the probably most beautiful moan you ever heard against the shell of your ear. You‘re looping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss, sweat covered bodies sticking together when he playfully sucked on your underlip, biting down before letting go with a grin. He‘s such a tease— which you of course loved! mustering yourself to at least respond with anything other than incoherent pleas of reassurance, yet all you did in the end was moan his name out screamingly, begging him to make you cum already.

𖣠 𝐕𝐎𝐗

the pace vox was always going for was harsh, drawing out mewls and whines from your sweet lips. He‘s so addicted to your cunt, utterly adoring how you‘re clenching around his fat girth— which was very much splitting you open without much effort. Vox knew he was big, how would he not, you‘d always complain about him being too fucking huge for your tight cunt.

his responses were adorable in a way, 'you‘re made for me.' is all he‘d say in response, that you shouldn‘t be scared of anything, he has got you! you were his after all. Vox would always start slow, his tip prodding against your pussy before sliding himself in until he was fully sheathed in you. Fuck, his eyes roll back at the pleasure you inflicted on him now, how are you so fucking perfect. His large hands traced over the soft curves of your body, playfully squeezing your skin before dropping his weight against you, faces meeting each other before he engulfed your lips in his own. It was more teeth and tongue than anything else, spit pooling out of the corners of your lips but vox adored it that way— you knew after all. It‘s so messy, so fucking sinful, he can‘t get enough, even if he tried.

𖣠 𝐈𝐊𝐄

ike only managed to gasp out half a sentence while his cock was pressed against the plush of your ass, hard. He‘s so fucking horny right now, moaning breathlessly against your heat before slamming his hips vigorously. "darling." he‘s stammering, ike was so sensitive, if it wasn‘t for his immense self control he would‘ve released right about now.

he retorted back in the steady rhythm from before, ike‘s grip on your hips tightening and actively pulling you closer to his chest. He wants to put it inside of you already! yet something about grinding himself so fucking desperately against you was downright pornographically on its own. You whined out softly, helplessly pressing back and aching for more pleasure, his grinding increasing as he hummed in encouragement. Ike adored it whenever you showed him how you liked it, more importantly on what you craved— which was his cock. You could feel your orgasm build up deep inside your gut, his member remotely thrusting quickly, girth fitting in between your cheeks and growing in delight. He‘s circling his arms around your waist now, gradually bringing you to your release.

𖣠 𝐒𝐇𝐔

shu‘s hands are grazing over your stomach while he was nestled in between your thighs, legs lazily thrown over his shoulder while he ate you out as if it was the last thing he did. You‘re daring to look down on him, cheeks heated as you dreamed about what he‘d do to you later. Your lower lip felt plump in between your teeth, biting down deeply when you felt shu pick up on pace again.

your hands found refuge on his head, grasping onto the strands of his hair before pulling him closer against your sweet cunt, letting him taste you properly and fuck, shu adored the way you melted against his tongue. You were so fucking sweet with the perfect amount of bitterness to it, your inner thighs sticky with your fluids just like his chin that was stained with your juices as well. Your breasts perked up naturally at the way he was pleasuring you, shu tilted his head up to lock gazes with you, fascinsted by your beauty and on how much you enjoyed yourself right now. "You‘re so pretty." he‘s saying that with a grin, lips coated with your slick as he added the first finger, prodding it on your hole. You smiled shyly at him before rolling your eyes back as he pushed the first finger against your cunt, arousal wrapping around his digit as he pranced over your sensitive walls with his fingernails. He‘s so fucking addicted to your taste, beginning to hump his ever growing bulge against the mattress, hoping he won‘t cum before you do.

𖣠 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀

he‘s slow with it, luca is carefully guiding you up and down his length— which was very much a struggle for you to keep in. He‘s so big and warm inside you, his tip grazing over your delicate walls and hitting that one sweet spot of yours that needed his attention more than anything else. "i could do this." he‘s breaking his own sentence off to pant out hard before speaking again, "i could do this all day." and luca could, if you'd only let him, his stamina was out of this world if you were being honest.

your hands were now laid flat on his chest for additional support before you grinded your hips against his throbbing member. The infamous vein- which was encircled over his girth was throbbing inside of you, warm and angry grazing and coaxing out yet another moan from deep inside your throat. You‘re arching your spine at the feeling, eyes half lidded while you watched him through your lashes, mind threatening to turn blank in the process. Luca had that big grin on his face now— he was enjoying this so fucking much, fingers digging into the soft skin of your body and leaving crescent formed buds on top of them, decorating your figure and marking it as his. He could practically taste his climax approach him now, eyes scrunching shut in delight.

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[atinycafe]

Yunho wrapping his hands around your neck ><

HANDS

pairing: yunho x gn!reader warnings: nsfw under the cut, fingering, breath play wrd cnt: 480 author's note: idk why but i took so long to write this my bad, anyway here's a small blurb ^^ thank u 4 the request bb taglist: @hyukssunflower @cqndiedcherries @ad0rechuu lmk if you want 2 be in my permanent taglist masterlist

in the delightful months since you and yunho began your relationship, it's evident that you both have fallen head over heels for each other. the affectionate connection between you is undeniable, and yunho finds himself utterly captivated by your presence. your smile, like a magnet, pulls his gaze irresistibly towards you. with every passing moment, he becomes more attuned to your every small gesture and endearing antics, noticing each special detail.

detail that doesn't go unnoticed like your admiration for yunho's hands. he's well aware of the allure they possess, drawing attention from the opposite sex. yet, it brings a gratifying sense of validation when he catches your lingering gaze on his hands. you know what else is super cute? when you grab his big hands with your own and trace those delicate veins while he's busy playing video games or talking with friends.

naturally, yunho's first instinct is to playfully tease you. he enjoys placing deliberate, gentle touches on your face, letting his fingers trail softly on your cheeks or play with your hands, twirling the rings you wear. he adores how your breath hitches every time he does this. he's not shy about tracing the shell of your ear when he tucks your hair back or using his rough thumb to outline your bottom lip when he wants to draw your attention to his big brown eyes. this time though, he lets his hand play with the hair at your nape and you accidentally let out a whimper when his hand cradles your neck. both of you are taken aback, staring at each other in surprise. you feel a bit embarrassed by the sound that escaped your lips.

in one instant, his hand skillfully finds itself your panties, drawing weak whimpers from you as he plunges two fingers deep in your walls. pupils blown wide as he stares at the way your neck instinctively arches, exposing it to him to do as he pleases, granting him full control. with a firm grip on your neck, he presses his digits a little more into the skin, cooing at you when he feels you try to swallow. you just feel so small and so fragile underneath, and he berates himself internally for not trying this sooner.

"so pretty," he lets out, his thoughts slipping from his lips, "such a pretty sight for me, you like it when i choke you mmh?"

you don't have to answer him, the clenching he feels around his fingers is enough to let him know that, yes you love his hand around your neck. your body betraying you, you only nod against his warm hand as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. but yunho slows down, his fingers around your neck loosening their grip, now gently caressing your skin instead of pressing.

"do you want to breathe or do you want to cum"

[renlyslittlerose]

Can we just talk about the subtle height difference between Obi-Wan and Anakin?

How Obi-Wan has to tilt his chin just a little when he kisses Anakin?

How Anakin has to duck his head and round his shoulders when they hug so he can press his face against Obi-Wan's neck?

How Anakin loves to be held, and insists on sitting on Obi-Wan's lap. How he has to wrangle his ridiculously long limbs into some semblance of control, curling his legs up and wrapping his arms around himself, all so that he can settle with his head on Obi-Wan's chest to hear his heartbeat? And how this is both uncomfortable for them but also the most comforting thing that they can do?

How Obi-Wan likes when he's swallowed up in Anakin's embrace - how his nose pressed against the corner of Anakin's jaw, Anakin's arms draped over his shoulders, Anakin's heat and Anakin's scent and Anakin's comforts and joys and grief and sorrow swallowing him up entirely - completely and utterly so that Obi-Wan is disconnected from the whole world save for the quiet of Anakin's breathing?

How when Anakin wears a pair of Obi-Wan's trousers, his ankles peeked out along the hem - just enough for him to be embarrassed until Obi-Wan's warm laughter sweeps it all away in an instant?

Or how it's just enough to annoy Obi-Wan when he's in a bad mood, and delight Anakin when he's in a good one?

[astriel-nya]

"That's what you want, isn't it? To be mine? Forever?"

This is my favourite Ascended Astarion line, it was like he read my Tav's mind or something. No matter how their relationship could change within eternity, my Tav wanted to be bound to Astarion forever.

Personally my Durge Warlock Tav had already made a pact with a devil, and was born Bhaalspawn so what's another bloodpact with the person they love no less? Pretty much vampire marriage, and Astarion will extend Mepistopheles blessing onto you and let you consume his blood for this so you will get none of the downsides of being a spawn.

People keep saying Ascended Astarion is Cazador 2.0 however, I haven't seen any sort of behaviour that is like that? People bring up not being able to break up with him at the end of the game, but you only get to that point after agreeing to "Forever". If they didn't want that they should have rejected being turned into his spawn.

Astarion VS Cazador

Cazador made turning into a spawn incredibly painful for Astarion. However, you awake with full HP and it didn't seem to match Astarion's experience at all:

"I remember how it hurt when I turned to a vampire. My body writhed and warped while I was utterly helpless, the grip of death owned my heart as it beat its last."

Astarion listens to your Tav depending on what they ask for, Cazador wouldn't bother with this:

"Let it hurt"/"Be gentle"

Astarion will make being a spawn different from the relationship he had with Cazador as he will bless you so you have none of the downsides he was forced to ensure. Cazador literally tortured his spawn and whored them out, he would never extend the blessing as that would make their lives happier/more equal.

"Things will be a touch different for you than they were for me when I was a spawn." "I can extend Mepistopheles' blessing unto you"

Asks what you want at end of game, puts his plans of world domination on hold just wants to be with you. If he was like Cazador the tadpole has gone, he has full control of you why would he even bother asking you what you wanted let alone doing what you wanted:

Tav - “I want to see the world with you at my side” and he will say “Then you shall. We’ll travel the lands together, tasting everything Faerun has to offer. Perhaps we’ll find somewhere we’d like to stay for a century or two – perhaps not. We have a beautiful, bloody future to look forward to, my love. I can’t be sure what it holds for us, but I know one thing. This is going to be fun.” He genuinely looks so happy here, and excited for the future in front of him, he’s free of anything Cazador cursed upon him and can actually begin living.

In the datamined epilogues there is no indication that anything bad has happened in the relationship, like he suddenly became Cazador 2.0 or something they sound happy together:

“The Vampire Ascendent he chose to leave Baldur’s Gate with his consort and travel the world indulging in every delight it offered. Rumours of their debauchery abound, but all agree a night revelling with them will be the greatest or most horrifying night of your life.”

Astarion Ascends into a creature different from Cazador so just like with the Unascended route he has a chance to break the cycle of abuse. In both routes he's going to be traumatized, go back to old coping mechanisms and have loads to work through to get to a healthy place and both routes are great. He essentially gains more humanity by being able to enjoy the luxuries of the living, so I don't believe he just turns into some mindless, power hungry Cazador 2.0 incapable of love or feelings.

"If he completes the rite, he will become a new kind of being - the Vampire Ascendant. All the strengths of his vampiric form will be amplified, and alongside them he will enjoy the luxuries of the living."

One thing I wanted to add with people saying after Ascending he treats you like a "pet" because of him calling you that petname after. Is that he literally calls you "pet" when you go into Sharesses Carrass when he's still a spawn. So that argument makes no sense. I even call my boyfriend pet as a petname irl, like it's not a big deal.

Both routes are awesome and both have grey areas and both could turn out to be healthy relationships just as much as turning into abusive ones :)) just because we dealt with Cazador doesn't mean anything is fixed instantly, it's going to take a long time and probably a lot of therapy in both cases for Astarion to start recovering.

[insomniumstella]

drunken nights

bucky x reader

summary: this story genuinely does not have anything that could remotely resemble a plot.

warnings: smut, 18&up only

word count: 1,369

author’s note: foreplay? never heard of it. i should stop writing when i’m drunk because this is the filthiest of filth i have ever written, but also it could somehow be filthier? idk atp, so i might write a more in-depth follow up once i’m sober. anyways, obsessed by zandros & limi would be the perfect song if you like reading with music in the background!

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he hissed, the sound low and almost delicate, “my girl.” The statement stood true, she thought — she was Bucky’s as much as he was hers, and y/n couldn’t imagine being someone else’s. Not after the events they’ve been through. She had been the woman who stood by his side for years, even when the whole world tried convincing the man he couldn’t ever live as anyone, but the Winter Soldier.

“Thank you.” She felt her cheeks heat up, her words coming out mumbled as she wrapped her lips around his cock once more.

James Buchanan Barnes was as perfect as boyfriends could get, and after the painstakingly hard mission he had just gotten home from, y/n believed he deserved to come undone, whether it was by her mouth or her entire body. James was the kind of man she was willing to provide special treatment for, always; the first and the only for he had ruined her. No one fucked better than James Barnes.

She licked his red tip, tasting the salty pre-cum with delight. Bucky’s abs clenched, involuntary, letting the woman know he was close, and y/n licked a prominent vein on the base of his shaft before continuing her assault on his impressive length when he allowed a strained whimper to pass through his lips.

“Don’t you dare stop, doll.” He clenched the sheets with his flesh hand, the metal appendage coming to grip the base of her neck, guiding his cock deeper down her throat, so deep, she choked, with spit running down both the skin of James’s upper thighs and her chin.

This must be what heaven feels like, he wondered as she took him to the top, forcing his body to crash in the sweetest of waves, his orgasm overtaking the entirety of his body, stretching from Bucky’s tiptoes to his head, short moans falling out of his mouth like a prayer. Her mouth was perfect, she was perfect, and as she licked his slit clean of the salty substance, James decided, that, yes, y/n must be a part of heaven, for I couldn’t imagine such a place without her. 

He allowed himself a moment of uninterrupted peace, the aftershock of his orgasm still settling in his bones. It was only when he opened his eyes did he notice y/n, eyes wide and curious, staring at him. Though she was just on top of him, taking control, she had gone back to seeming utterly submissive, the expression on her face permitting James the knowledge that he had already known for years — she wanted to, and she would, do anything and everything he’d ask of her. She’d let him mold her like clay in any shape or form he craved for the night. And, no, James would never take advantage of the woman, but, yes, he would grant her the most satisfying of pleasure, and, maybe, only if she agreed, which she always did anyways, he’d ruin her further, driving his cock into her pussy from the most outrageous of positions he could think of until the only coherent word she could muster was a weak sound of his name. 

“Princess,” he purred, “would you please get down on all fours for me?” He smiled innocently, and y/n could not disobey the charming expression. 

“Yes, Sir.” 

James came to kneel behind her, his dick hard once again, almost throbbing for friction, and when the back of her thighs touched his own, he swore he could probably come again just from the sight of y/n on her knees and forearms, back arched at a perfect angle. 

He palmed himself a few times before teasing her entrance. She was dripping from anticipation and the previous orgasm James ripped from her. It was so fresh in her mind it didn’t register as a memory — his lips sucking her clit, his long fingers diving between her aching walls. He had pinned her thighs to their shared bed, forcing the woman to keep them open no matter how much she wanted to close her legs from the intensity of it all. He had been simultaneously soft and rough, edging her until all she could do was beg, broken please falling from her mouth, accompanied by let me come, sir. 

“You’re taking my cock so well, doll.” James praised his girlfriend once he finally bottomed out, heavy balls slapping against the skin of her inner thighs, and she let out a high-pitched moan. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath after a couple of strokes, each more desperate than the last, “have you always been this tight?”

She didn’t answer, too lost in the pleasure of James thrusting in and out, each stroke hitting the most sensitive spot inside her. 

“I asked you a question,” the man swiftly removed himself from y/n’s heat, gripping the base of his dick to drag it along her slit. She whined from the gruesome sensation of clenching around emptiness and having the one thing she craved above all be so close yet so far.

James chuckled, grabbing her waist, and sneaked his other hand to rub y/n’s clit in achingly slow and too soft of circles.

“Mmmh.” She hummed, too lost in the regained pleasure, and though it wasn’t nearly enough, it was something to please her needy body. It was as the physical vessel y/n called her body needed James to survive, for she’d be dead without his touch, a shell of a person if James Barnes didn’t wreck her insides there and then.

His hand left her waist as he thrust into y/n, coming to rest on her stomach. James massaged the area, loving the way he could feel the bulge of his cock. “Feel this?” James asked, and she nodded without missing a beat. He chuckled, clasping her neck with his metal hand and pulling the woman up so her back would rest against his muscular chest. “I'm the only man who has ever made you feel this good," he thrusted up, fingers digging into her skin, "aren't I?"

"Yes, daddy," she moaned without thinking, her own hands searching to grab anything she could reach, whether it was the sheets or Bucky's forearm from when his right arm circled her waist.

He paused all movement for a second, too turned on by a single word than he cared to admit before speeding up, each stroke becoming speedier, rougher. James needed y/n to orgasm as much as he needed to breathe, his own release chasing after him. "That's right," he trailed sloppy kisses from the base of y/n's neck to her jawline, "daddy will take care of you, doll," he placed one final kiss and shoved her body into the bed again, hands caressing her lower back before he pushed it down for a deeper arch, "real good care."

She could only mumble and whine with her face stuffed into the pillow and ass arched high up in the air, Bucky's calloused hand landing deliciously painful smacks on her tender skin. One, she moaned from the contact, silently counting in her head, two, three. The woman was expecting a fourth smack to land on the skin of her butt, perhaps the side of her thighs, as she could feel James throbbing inside her and knew his concentration was somewhere between lost and forgotten, but it never came. Instead, his fingers, both flesh, and metal dug into her hips as he covered her walls with thick, hot ropes of cum, and she clenched around him, finding herself coming for the second time that night. 

She moaned, loud and unapologetic, allowing the orgasm to seep into her bones until it was nothing but a whisper of the pleasure Bucky had given her. His movements had stilled, but James didn't care to pull out, letting his cock soften inside her.

He smiled, even though she couldn't see it, and leaned down to place comfortingly soft kisses on y/n's shoulders. "I love you." He whispered into her skin. "My good girl," James pulled out, watching the mesmerizing sight of his cum leaking out of his girl before he pushed it back inside her with two of his fingers, "mine only."

[doumadono]

For sinful Sunday 🙇‍♀️

Imagine Hawks with a reader who just absolutely loves and really gets off by wrapping their pretty little mouth around his cock. <3

Him just keeping you there for a long time, controlling your moments and teasing you about how much you are enjoying this and moaning around him~

Dear Nonnie, it's difficult to disagree with your thoughts!

SINFUL SUNDAY

You find immense pleasure in aiding Keigo to unwind after demanding days at the work. Keeping up with patrol and hero duty can be utterly draining, and you're acutely aware of how that pent-up tension slowly simmers within your boyfriend.

So now, you're kneeling on the wooden floor of your living room, eagerly anticipating Keigo's arrival.

He enters the room, commanding your attention with every step, the aura of his dominance palpable. He's clad in his hero costume. He gazes down at you, a sly grin spreading across his handsome face. "My, my, songbird, you seem quite eager for me."

Hawks removes his jacket, revealing his perfectly tailored shirt beneath. It comes next, sliding sensually from his sculpted physique, leaving his perfectly shaped abdomen and muscles of his arm on display. Hawks leisurely begins to peel his pants off, taunting you as his cock is gradually unveiled, already standing proudly against his stomach and his blonde happy trail.

Your breath quickens with anticipation and desire, and you squirm as your arousal takes hold, the warmness spills down your thighs.

As his jeans drop to the floor with a soft thud, and you lean towards him, proudly showcasing your perky breasts. Your nipples stand erect, aching for his touch.

"Now, my songbird," Keigo murmurs with a seductive, desirous tone, "show me just how much you love my dick."

You require no further prompting - your eagerness is unmistakable. Your eyes brim with greed and desire as you reach for him, your anticipation palpable.

With tender care, you grasp his dick in both hands, planting a kiss on the sensitive head of his cock. Keigo shivers with pleasure as you begin to stimulate him. Starting at the base of his shaft, you initiate long, unhurried licks, using wide, flat strokes. Keigo's cock grows harder with every passing moment, enraptured by the sight of your head bobbing beneath him.

You alternate your attention, tracing intricate patterns along his thick length and around his swollen balls, heavy with cum. Your tongue presses firmly as it glides up a bulging vein underneath his shaft. Shifting your approach, you tease and tantalize the tip of his cock, creating circles and quick, flickering movements with your tongue around his tight foreskin, never keeping the same motion for too long.

You tease the tip of your tongue over his length once more, and you look up at Keigo with a playful glint in your eye. Slowly and with intent, you take his entire length into your mouth, your hands gripping his hips to steady yourself. You manage to suppress a small twitch as you guide him beyond your gag reflex, allowing him to slide into the depths of your warm, velvety throat, moaning slightly.

With one hand firmly gripping the base of his shaft, you shield your teeth behind your lips as you begin to bob your head. You adapt your pace and pressure, instinctively responding to Keigo's moans.

Keigo groans deeply and bucks his hips into you. "Just like that, songbird, you're so fucking sexy on your knees and with my dick in your pretty mouth."

You relish the taste and scent of Keigo, savoring the mingling of his sweat and the subtle saltiness of his arousal on your tastebuds. A soft hum of appreciation escapes your lips, sending delightful vibrations down his throbbing shaft. He's unyielding, an embodiment of firmness, yet impossibly soft at the same time as your tongue twirls and gracefully dances, toying with his most delicate spots on his cock. Your lips encircle his impressive length, squeezing and pulsating in tandem with your tongue's sensuous play.

Keigo is gasping and breathing heavily, his passionate response fueling your desire to take him to new heights of pleasure, to serve his deepest desires with unwavering devotion. "Fuck yeah, babybird," Hawks' wings spread wide as the overwhelming pleasure takes hold of him. "Oh fuck, just like that," he starts bucking his hips in your mouth.

A mixture of saliva and precum gathers at your lips, trickling down your chin. It acts as a slick lubricant for his firm cock as you skillfully take him into your throat repeatedly, with each descent going a bit deeper and more effortlessly, moaning around his shaft.

Keigo's hand gently guides your movements now, applying subtle pressure each time you lean forward to embrace him once more.

Your lips brush against his fist that skillfully caresses his base. You gradually increase your speed, knowing he's getting close.

Keigo forces your head into his pelvis and thrusting his hips hard and fast. "Take it, suck my fucking cock, worship it, little bitch, just like that! Fuck yeah!"

The abrupt shift in control catches you by surprise, but it ignites a thrilling sensation of submission. Keigo dominates your throat and mouth as his hips thrust into you relentlessly. The only sounds that escape your lips are muffled moans, drowned in the cacophony of wet, slapping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, mixing with your attempts to not gag on the brutal and brutal intrusion.

"Fuuuuck!" Keigo lets out primal, guttural groans as he reaches his climax, driving his rock-hard dick deep into your mouth and holding it there as he reaches the peak of ecstasy. His release surges, his cum spurting down your eager throat and seeping from your parted lips, cascading over your exposed breasts. His cock throbs and twitches within your mouth, discharging wave after wave as you begin to squirm against his powerful grip. Panicked moans and whimpers escape you as you desperately struggle for air.

Keigo waits until the very last moment before releasing you, and you crumple to your knees, eyes wide and breath labored. You sputter as strings of cum and saliva drip down your chin and onto your chest. With an intense, unrestrained moan and tears glistening in your eyes, your thighs quiver as an overwhelming rush of wetness cascades down your legs as the tight knot that had previously formed in your tummy snaps, releasing the slickness of your arousal.

It takes Keigo a few moments to regain his composure after his powerful climax. His cock twitches slightly as the final drops of his cum trickle to the floor. He moves down to you while you remain in a crumpled, gasping heap at his feet, drawing you close to his embrace. You snuggle together as your breathing gradually steadies.

Keigo reaches for a nearby flannel and tenderly wipes your face and chest, tending to your needs with gentle care. Exhausted from your shared efforts, you nestle back into his comforting presence.

"Did I do well?" you ask him, your voice quivering.

Keigo wears a sly grin as he kisses your temple. "You did, my songbird."

[wolfsetfree-if]

I have some questions about omegas when they go feral so please bear with me.

-how much control over it does the omega have? Both in triggering it and during it.

-is it only triggered when pups are endangered? Can it be triggered if a pack in general or the wolf themselves are in danger no matter the presence of pups?

-can it be triggered by perceived danger like a panic attack or ptsd?

-how dangerous exactly is a feral omega? Like obviously it makes them more aggressive but does it make them stronger or tougher in any way? Is it comparable to adrenaline, allowing the omega to push their body to their true limits?

-with the adrenaline comparison does it suppress pain in the same way? When it ends does it have the same sort of crash, leaving the omega tired, sore, and in pain, etc?

-when does it end? Is it a matter of time? So even if a battle is quickly won you still have a pissed-off omega that needs to run through the woods for a while? Or does it end when the omega feels the danger has passed?

-can anything calm down an omega early?

-are there any other instincts that are triggered by it? Like feeling extra protective or clingy of any pups soon after or other behavioral changes?

-and more of a general question about omegas. Besides being generally more submissive but able to fight and protect if need be, what else about omegas makes them particularly well-suited to pup care? Like obviously they have a particular draw to them but are they especially tuned on to the needs of pups? Perhaps they have some herding instinct for rounding up excited pups? Maybe their larger size allows them to carry multiple pups on their back?

Thank you for taking a look at my questions! I hope it's not to much but the worldbuilding in this game is utterly fascinating to me!

Hello, thank you so much for this ask! It is very interesting and it was a delight to answer.

So, Omegas basically go into rage mode only to defend pack members, weaker/injured ones or pups. It may be triggered by life or death situation for the omega, too. (Omega MC did go into rage when they were captured and decimated the djinns that eventually managed to capture them. But MC at that time was malnourished and suffering from loneliness and overall sick).

It may, theoretically, be triggered by a very vivid and intense panic attack, though it is a rare occurance- mainly because not many werewolves end up as traumatised as MC is.

The situation must be incredibly stressful for it to be triggered, and it isn't something that happens at will. The wolf might feel their ears ring, their body heat up or tingle, and they might shake, and then their minds kind of go blank as they rage.

The rage makes them stronger, faster, overall a killing machine. Like adrenaline but tenfold in effect. And yes, most of the time the rage doesn't end until the Omega is absolutely exhausted and cannot even stand. It does help with pain, but as you theorised the pain later comes back (though mostly the omega is barely coherent after a rage). Just if the omega was injured - which is difficult to do with a feral one.

The rage ends when the threat ends, but since those are triggered by very severe threats, oftentimes as I said the wolf is injured or barely able to stand after the rage. If they are not, they experience a 'crash' that leaves them dizzy, confused, aggressive but very weak.

(More in part 2!)

[anantaru]

𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗫𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ oral fixation feat. heizou : zhongli : itto : kazuha : childe : diluc : kaeya from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou is so painfully slow with it, carefully unclasping his belt, unzipping his pants right after while you’re eagerly waiting on your knees, hands running up and down his thighs to somehow tease him when it was heizou who was in control right now. He never shamed you for your obvious desire to have him in your mouth at all times, always so desperate to taste him, not to mention when he would bury his digits into you while he’s fucking you silly into the mattress. 

"open up, open up." he’s cooeing at you now, gaze meeting your lewd ones when you carefully teased your tongue out to feel his flushed tip on your wet muscle. The warmth of you made him bite back a sinful moan, his teeth digging against his underlip while your tongue pressed flat on the underside of his throbbing cock where a fat vein was visible around. "fuck." heizou needs to be careful now, it almost felt like he could come undone right about now when you decided to bury him deep inside your mouth in one harsh snap, hiccuping around his girth had your vision threatened to turn white. You’re so gone now, fuck, his salty pre-cum was running down your throat, you needed, no, you deserved more of its taste. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

you’re humming against zhongli’s fingers while you’re swirling your tongue around them gingerly, saliva running down from the corners of your lips while your eyes meet his own. At some point whenever he’s fucking you hard, zhongli would always pry your mouth open to bury his long fingers deep inside your wet warmth. He absolutely knew you were dying for that sort of pleasure, it always made your release stronger than any other in comparison. 

"stay like this." he was saying that with a big hazy grin on his face, features painted with something akin to utterly desire. Zhongli growled at the way you were grazing around his fingers with your teeth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on them like you didn‘t know any better. Now he was fucking you particularly hard while pushing his digits deeper into your lewd mouth. You’re moaning around the combination of both the intrusion in your throat but also the sudden hard pace he went on your needy cunt. Your back arched against his hold, crying out screaming once you felt your climax approach you. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto‘s cock was so big, it was almost funny in a way you weren’t able to decipher. You just got to have it buried deep inside your mouth! fuck, you couldn’t wait until his tip would prod against your throat for access. Your mouth watering at the lewd thoughts that were crossing your mind right now. He’s laying on the bed right now while you were hovering over his length, your fingers skillfully reaching around the waistband of his pants to pull them down until they hit his knees, you just weren’t able to wait anymore.

the sudden attention of his hard cock make you clench your thighs together to feel some sort of pleasure yourself. Itto hissed through clenched teeth when you put him in your mouth, fully, until it hit the back of your throat. Finally, —your eyes rolling back at the feeling of him sheathed so wonderfully in your wet warmth—, moaning around his ever so hard cock while you made a mess on his pants, saliva pooling from your lips to over his shaft and hitting his disheveled clothes in the process. Not that itto minded of course, he was a big fan of when you became a messy moaning baby for him. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

kazuha was open to anything, really. When you one day told him about your unusual fixation, he was more than delighted to help you out with it in many ways. Couldn’t count anymore on how many times you sucked him off by now. It happened whenever the both of you were alone, doesn’t have to be only inside a secured area though, sometimes you’d even suck him off in the wild with no one around you other than plants and trees that covered the ever so sinful situation in a heart beat.

 "careful now." he‘s grinning at you, his pair of bright eyes looking down at you while your fucked out state bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He’s panting, laying back against the hard surface behind him as his legs shivered from your sudden touches around his thighs. You were working your hands up at him, carefully stroking his flesh before finding your way to his balls, eagerly cupping and gently massaging them with your warm hands. Your eyes shutting down close as you could feel him throb inside your mouth, spurts of white covering and running down your throat but you didn’t stop there, only working harder to make the overstimulation visible, maybe you can coax out yet another climax from him. Looking up with those sinful eyes of yours, —kazuha smiled down at you—, before helping you bob your head up and down again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

ajax noticed it almost immediately, —of course he did—, he was so observed, how did you ever think you could hide it from him. He was currently sitting on his leather chair, leaning back while you were nestled in between his thighs to suck him off all obediently. Your mouth was so small in his eyes, smaller than his fat girth that was prying it open just like that. In a way he found it adorable how you always insisted to suck him off before he could fuck you, how you needed it to get yourself off even more. 

You’re practically drooling over his hard cock, —that was twitching violently in your mouth—, your puffy lips spread open and around his girth was a sinful sight to behold. Not to mention that you’d always hollow your cheeks whenever you’d have him completely in you, pulling up again harshly to coax yet another broken moan off from childe. The next few deep groans from ajax had your vision threatened to turn blank, they were so deep and guttural, so fucking lewd, you needed to hear more. "just like that." he‘s cooeing at you with a big grin of his face, helping you up and down his cock while nestling his fingers in between your hair, grabbing onto your strands to massage your scalp lightly. You were so close, the way you could probably cum from only his dick in your mouth was in a way embarrassing but you didn’t care, far too gone in the feeling of this sort of pleasure. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

diluc always needs to put your pleasure first! he‘s so madly in love with you and wants to show you exactly that in every way imaginable. So when he got a hold of your little fixation he was more than pleased to indulge in it to make you happy. Before fucking you he’d always let you suck on his digits, coating them with countless amounts of saliva which will not only get you but him off. It was so arousing, he never really noticed, but the way you were circling your warm tongue around his fingers was honestly to die for. 

diluc is watching your every expression closely, letting out a deep moan when you playfully bit down on his digits to shoot yet another playful hazy grin at him. For a moment he’s pulling out his fingers from your warm mouth to replace it with his heavy cock, that was eagerly waiting for some sort of release as well. It was swollen and twitching, tip red and leaking with mounds of pre-cum, ready to get sheathed into your mouth as he pried open your lips with it, sliding himself in until he hit the back of your throat. You hiccuped at his girth, saliva pooling down and staining your chin while you carefully placed your hands at his thighs to stroke them up and down. You were watching diluc eagerly through your lashes, puppy eyes blinking at him and babbling incoherent words of gratitude to him which he obviously wasn’t able to understand, but its the thought that counts. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

kaeya accepts you as you are, but also, he couldn’t deny the fact that it was so unbelievably hot whenever you’d beg for his dick deep in your mouth. Archons, the mere thought of him thrusting into your wet mouth, lips around his girth and using you just how he saw fit. Your figure on your knees while he was hovering over you, pants unbuckled and hanging loosely around his knees while you trailed your fingers down your body to play with yourself. Kaeya’s biting back a moan at the sinful sight in front of him now. 

"you dirty little minx." he‘s saying that with a teasing voice of some sort, grin big and lewd painted over his facial features as he watched your fingers work with yourself while you sucked him off all desperately. The lewd sounds of both those scenarios bouncing off the walls was music to his ears. You were getting all messy too! kaeya adored it whenever you’d roll your eyes back while dozen amounts of saliva would run down your chin, mixed with his salty pre-cum that stained the floor underneath the both of you. "i’m so close baby, open up more." kaeya‘s saying that in between harsh breathing, practically tasting his climax approach as the deep knot in his stomach broke, warm spurts of white ribbons coating the back of your throat as you moaned around his fat girth, swallowing everything he gave you in a mere heartbeat and taking in his musky scent mixed with the salty substance on your tongue. 

5.5k event special

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[mortiskiller]

Story: Man to Hog

Text version of my latest audio of the same name. Trigger Warning: Extreme weight gain, immobility, weight gain regret, manipulation and non-consent.

The tears and panic washed over my face. "Fuck, I cant move, fuck fuck!" You Watched me try to move unaided.When we started this journey, I did not really think this would happen, you would have stopped this. But pound after pound, milestone after milestone, I gained. Slow, then faster and faster, at one point it was 50 pounds a month. You would feed me and call me your handsome hog, lull me into being feed past any point of human fullness. I would moan the whole time watching my body swell around me and loving it. I put every negative thought buried under pounds of food and liters of ice cream, you made it so easy. Its what you wanted to see me like this. This morning you helped me up and placed the scale under my feet, as you lifted me up, I wheezed and groaned, it had been weeks since I was on my feet, feeling all my weight. After a few seconds you brought the live stock display to my bloated, puffing, sweating face, the number blurred a little as my eyes were pushed slightly closed since last month. With your other hand you grab my fat face and push the fat back so I can see. Slowly the red blurs become numbers, numbers I cant believe. 987 lbs. 

I let out a whimper, my mind racing with fear and disbelief. This couldn't be happening. I was nearly a thousand pounds. How had I let this happen? How had you let this happen?

But then, a small part of me felt a sense of terror, utter terror and realization. No, my mouth manages to eek out. 

You watched as conflicting emotions played out on my face. You could see the terror and the realization warring within me. You knew that I was yours, completely and utterly. You had molded me into this, had fed me and cared for me, and now I was your masterpiece.

You reached out and ran a hand over my fat rolls, relishing in the warmth and softness of my body. You leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "You did it, my handsome hog. You're the biggest, the best. 

You cackled with glee, your hand still gripping my cheeks as if they were made of putty. Your eyes danced with delight as you looked over your handiwork, the product of months of feeding and pampering. I could barely breathe, my chest heaving with each intake of air. The weight of my own body pressed down on me, making me feel like I was being crushed under a mountain of flesh.

But even as I struggled to come to terms with my new reality, you were already making plans for me. Plans that involved growing me even larger, pushing me to new heights of gluttony and indulgence.

"You look positively delicious," you murmured, tracing a finger down my flabby arm. "We're going to have so much fun with you."

I shuddered, both in delight and fear. Part of me reveled in the idea of being your plaything, your oversized pet to be fed and pampered at your whim. 

My knees burned, hips ached, my back was on fire, my body was no longer able to stand unaided. As my fear flooded my body, I felt your hand leave my thick upper side roll, where my beanbag tits meat my 125 inch belly.

You moved your hand to my lower belly, where you could feel the movement of my organs struggling to keep up with the sheer mass that was pressing down on them. I could feel your breath on my neck as you leaned in closer, your voice low and husky in my ear.

"You ready, my handsome hog?" you asked, turning the food balloon that was my body."Its time for your final steps." you cruelly yelled as your hand stung my couch filling ass. Ahead was a single slice of chocolate cake, my favorite. Even with 30K calories for dinner in my sagging gut, it rumbled, it needed food. Drool escaped my lips as I started oinking.  

My mind willed me to move but my body refused. Too fucking fat, too greedy, too lazy, to easy to control, too dumb to see what was coming. I shuffled one foot forward, my mind was focused on the cake, the food, i needed it. The slight movement of my foot made my body slump, and collapse. Books fall off the shelf and your jump as nearly half ton falls down, wet watery fat slapping the ground. A breathy fuck screams from my lips. My vision settles on your cute manicured toes and slim ankle. Your foot taps as you say, I am waiting hog. I cant even move my head, you see the ocean of fat pooling on the ground. I watch your feet glide over the floor and grab the cake. You place it on the ground, and push it toward me with your foot. It gets closer and closer, and it seconds the plate is smashed into my face. My new life as man was over, I was a hog now.