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My favorite banned terms on this site are "suicide prevention" and "safe sex"
YOU hates terfs
THE LOST BOYS:
Poly Lost Boys x Reader
David x Reader
Dwayne x Reader
Marko x Reader
Paul x Reader
Lost Boys + Laddie
Marko and Paul x Reader
Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic
holy trinity of "LGBT+ Characters From Spooky Stop Motion Movies For Children"
Haters be like “he’d kill you in a second why would you even like him?” Stfu he’s my baby girl.
Get a guy who makes it a personal goal to make you cum as many times as possible.
Dr Octavius x GN Reader SMUT
Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Dr Octavius x GN Reader SMUT
Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
The skies were crying, each drop of water splattering itself against the large windows of the decrepit building you carefully walked into. The paint on the brick walls were rotting off, white decayed into a tan and lightning booming in the sky highlighted every crevice the brick exposed. Lights from passing cars below you shined in the window. You were in the most comfortable clothes you owned but that left you exposed to the chill hanging in the air. Between the rain and the empty building around you, you couldn’t help but wander over to the laboratory, through the dark and arching hallways, under the torn curtains that separated the lab from the rest of your makeshift home.
“Otto, I’m coming in.” you announced, making sure that you were clear just in case any of his experiments were unstable and dangerous for you to be around. There was no response so you walked in to find him sitting in a chair by his desk, his shirt was taken off to make it easier for him to examine the tendril connected to his being. He was so focused, you didn’t want to interrupt whatever was happening in his head.
Instead, you made yourself a cup of coffee from the pot near his desk, and walked over to the pile of pillows in the corner to sit near him. You grabbed a blanket and sat leaning against the large window occupying the entire wall. It was hard not to steal glances towards Octavius. Him just sitting could turn heads, but it’s a different kind of attention than what he gets when he walks the streets. Not one of secrecy or alarm, but of adoration for his brilliance and beauty.
You snickered to yourself quietly, if Otto ever heard you call him beautiful you think he would scowl so hard he’d look like a pug. He often sports a glare but in this moment, where he feels alone with his thoughts, his face is calm and neutral, the antithesis of his thoughts, surely. He was always thinking, always working towards his next course of action. In the dim room, you admired the robotic arm in his hands.
Your eyes trailed up to his back, where scars litter his expanse of skin and lead to the other three robotic arms that fused into his spine. How painful was it to have been fused with metal, both physically and mentally? He never really talked about it. You couldn’t do anything but accept that, having your fair share of sore spots.
You looked back out of the window for a second only to look at the rain falling. Then you looked at Otto’s face, admiring the way the only lamp in the room reflected off his glasses. His short hair barely covered his forehead. Just behind his glasses, you could see his crows feet that got accentuated anytime he smiled and anytime he sneered. The downward curve of his sharp nose only accentuated his puppy dog eyes. Anytime you looked in his eyes, in his sweet, sad brown eyes, he could ask for anything and you’d give it to him undoubtedly.
“How long are you planning on staring at me?” Otto rasped out.
“However long you’ll let me,” you purred, “I can’t help it. You’re just so interesting.” You smiled at him, placing your elbow on your knee to get a better look at him. He scoffed at your comment causing your smile to widen. You loved to tease and he knew this well enough to be used to it.
“What? You don’t want me to?” you pouted, playfully of course but you pulled a convincing act because as soon as Otto looked at you his face softened. A sly grin replaced your pout and he scowled at you.
“You are trouble. What do you want? Attention?” Otto turned to you, sporting a smirk of his own.
“I’ll take it if you’re willing to give it. ” At that he stood, stretching out his arms giving you a perfect view of his chest and stomach. He walked over to you, and you didn’t miss the slight bounce in his chest. Your breath hitched when he squatted in front of you resting his hand on his knee and the other on your chin forcing you to look up at him from your lounging position.
“You’ll take it? Are you so sure you can handle what I’m about to do to you?” Otto smirked when he felt you gulp. You were too nervous to look anywhere but his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed covering them in a shadow of danger as they pierced into your vision.
“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, please.” Your eyebrow quipped hoping it’d be enough to ask nicely. From the way his grip on your chin shifted to your jaw, you figured he was satisfied with your answer. He lifted you from your cozy spot. As soon as you got to your feet, your back was forcefully pressed against the glass drawing a gasp from you. It was so cold and a little damp with condensation.
He lifted your thighs with his metal tendril to wrap your legs around his waist. His skin was the only warmth you could feel besides the heat growing in your groin. He rubbed against you, melting away any chill you felt.
“You’re already begging?” Otto chuckled, gripping your jaw enough to pucker your lips. “Why don’t we put that mouth to good use? They've been wanting to fill you since you walked in.” His tentacles curl up your back, dragging their way under your sweatshirt. You could feel the chilling ridges that allow their sophisticated movement. In a blink, your clothes were ripped off. Their torn shreds falling off of you exposing yourself to Otto. Shivers spread from your spine into your ribs at the feeling of the window against your bare skin.
The tentacles, now entangled in your limbs forcing you open for Otto’s piercing gaze, gently caress the side of your cheek, almost pleading to feel you. Slowly you opened your mouth, your tongue felt dry in the open air. Slinking towards your mouth, the tendril slowly rubbed against your lips only to enter your mouth suddenly.
You gasped in surprise, choking slightly on the limb now encompassed in your mouth. Otto released a cruel chuckle at your slight asphyxiation. He allowed you a breath of air before entering your mouth once again. The thick metal tendrils slithered down your throat making you gag over the textured hinges.
“You look so beautiful like this. So pathetic. So perfect. ” he smirked down at you. His hand caressed your sides gently, totally opposing the power behind the tentacle’s thrusts. You whimpered, swallowing spit and air any chance you could get. Saliva still dripped down your chin at his movement, it fell against your chest and grazed Otto’s erect cock that was already weeping precum. You couldn't tell when he took his cock out. All you could focus on was trying to breathe, and he took full advantage of that.
He had made himself busy with sucking at your neck. He sucked hickies down your chest and started groping at your asscheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them with his sturdy, large hands. He moved from your ass to your sex, playing with it harshly, matching the thrusts in your throat. He stroked you, forcing you to moan against his metal appendage.
Your moans didn't escape him, though they were muffled. Your teeth were lightly scratching against his tentacle making him shiver. Otto could feel the way your throat tightened when you tried to breath and how ragged your breaths were. He could practically feel the way your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation of him filling your hole being too much for you. He slowed down significantly, wanting your attention on him.
"What do you want?" he groaned in your ear nipping at the shell. "You want me to fuck you? Come on Darling, use your words." You couldn't speak even if you wanted to so you did the next best thing, you sobbed around him. Any semblance of words were muffled and tears were falling down your cheeks. Your face felt hot, your tongue was numb, and all you wanted was Otto to stroke you faster or to just start fucking you.
It wasn't enough for him. He needed to hear you. He wanted to feel your puffy lips on his skin, not the vague tingling feeling of metal warming. He finally pulled his tendril out of your mouth allowing you to take your first full breath of air in a while. You gasped, your lungs burning and face hot. Your throat was scratchy and dry but your face was a harsh contrast, being soaked with snot and tears and drool. Yet when Otto looked down at you, you didn't feel judged, you felt wanted. He wanted you, needed you.
When you could finally breathe without wheezing you gasped out, "Please, Otto. Please, I need you. Need you inside me." You wanted to hold him, to be released from his tendrils that ached against your joints and rubbed your skin raw. The hinges must have made a red, angry imprint on your arms already. He chuckled at your desperation, knowing full and well he felt the same.
His thick cock rubbed against your hole, precum lubing your already dripping entrance. You could feel the curve of his tip split you open. He was so warm, his slick cock entered you slowly, almost painfully so. After being mouth fucked so hard your jaw grew numb, you almost came from him entering you all the way. You felt so stretched out, not full but contently stuffed. You whined at him to start moving, to start fucking you as hard as he had been before, you wanted him to be rough with you. You wanted him to manhandle you, to grab you and throw you around like a doll. He was already holding you in place, he might as well use this to his advantage.
But no. Otto wanted to take his time with you. He would wait until you were begging for him, not that you weren’t already. He wanted you to need him so badly you cried, just so that he can wipe away those tears and fuck you until you bruise. He would of course take care of you after, and watch your pathetic form shake and shatter.
He started a grinding pace, accentuating how much you constricted around him. You sobbed, wanting to hold onto him, hold onto anything, but he was so far away and you were no match for the strength of his tendrils. The only warmth you could feel from him was his dick grinding against your gummy walls practically teasing you. That was all you could focus on besides the cold pinching grip on your arms and thighs, curling around your legs and up your neck.
Your throat was still burning and with every slow thrust you could feel the tentacle pressure on the column of your neck, pulsing on it over and over again. It wanted back inside you, it wanted to feel your warmth again and you could tell that Otto was holding back. His hands were shaking as they gripped your jaw gently.
He kissed you, feverishly, and though his touch never harshened, his grip pressed into you. His chest pressed against your chest, his pace increased and he pulled his hips back and thrusted into you. You cried into the kiss. Sobs wracked your chest. You felt electrified to finally get the closeness you wanted, needed, craved. His taste was addicting, though you mainly tasted leftover metal from the titanium-steel tentacles, there was a hint of spearmint and myrrh. You tried to claw your way closer to him, digging into your own hands and pressing your chest impossibly closer. He groaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Patience,” he chided, “tell me what you want.” You whimpered and writhed in his grasp, fighting to touch him. He tsked at you, clicking his tongue while looking down his nose at you. His thrusting stopped all together, making you cry harder.
“I won’t move until you tell me what you want.” Otto scolded.
“Please, I need you. Go faster, please!” Your voice was still hoarse but didn’t hurt as much as before. He chuckled at you, his wolfish grin sending shivers down your spine.
“I know you can do better than that. Go on, Precious.” he was almost whispering in your ear, his breath hitting your ear, cascading warmth down your neck. Your brows furrowed into a pout, this was frustrating. You could barely talk right now, you just wanted him to make you feel good.
“Please, Otto. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I bruise, please fuck me! ” Your voice got higher in desperation as you wiggled in his grasp. Otto nodded, satisfied by your submission.
“That’s more like it.” He growled, lifting you up with the tentacles and adjusting you so that your face and chest was pressed against the glass. Your breath fogged up the chilling glass near your face. You could only see the blurring city lights as he started fucking your ass at an unrelenting pace. You whined and gasped when your cheek pressed against the glass.
His tendril tightened against your throat, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The glass around your mouth fogged rhythmically. Your lungs burned. Your face was so soaked you almost slid every time you were pressed against the window.
A haze glossed over your eyes. As much as you would like to, you couldn't focus your vision on anything. Were people able to see you, able to see your chest pressed against the glass and the way your arms contorted behind your back. Or was your form hidden behind the fog of your lustful torture.
The burn of Otto's dick entering you over and over was cooked down by the frosted window and the freezing metal around you. Your body shook. Your voice was raspy. You couldn't think. You couldn't speak. All you knew was the feeling of Otto Octavius and his passion for you and how much he can stretch you out.
You're sex was coated in release from him playing with and fucking you. If he kept up you were sure to black out from pleasure. You only barely registered the tendril moving from your throat to your cheek.
With your face pressed open against the glass, then tendril snaked its way into your mouth again releasing a hiss of pleasure from Otto. With your ass and mouth filled to the brim with Otto, it was natural that your sex leaked more, practically dripping onto the floor. He speared through you like a skewer through a hunk of meat.
At some point there was little rhythm to his thrusts but from how numb your limbs were getting in the tendrils grasp that was all you could feel. You came again, constricting around Otto and his tentacle. His groans got closer together, his thrusts became sloppy and the tendril in your mouth thrusted itself so deep you were sure it could touch his dick.
You couldn't breathe but you could feel Otto's dick twitch in you and the spread of warmth through your ass. The tendril stopped moving causing you to gag over the girth of it. He didn't pull out and didn't move his tendril. You were stuck praying for air but not being able to pull together a coherent thought if you wanted to.
As soon as you started seeing black spots in your vision he finally pulled out of you. He looked down at you, adjusting you to face him gently. His smirk was cruel but you gained however much you could of strength to reach out for him. His hand brushed away your sweat damp hair and he kissed your forehead. His tendrils set you back down on the pile of pillows you were sitting on before.
"You were so good." he laid next to you, holding you to his chest. "Took everything I gave you." He felt so warm as his tendril laid a blanket over the both of you. While you felt sticky and soaked, washing was the last thing on your mind and Otto's as well. When you started to feel the rumble of snores in Otto's chest you finally passed out with his scent surrounding you.
Sexualizing that old man is a full time job
Really dumb English rule that even autocorrects still get wrong: “its” is the possessive form and “it’s” is the conjunction
Its power knows no equal
It’s the most powerful
Its vibrant red glows in the warm sunset light
It’s a red that glows in the warm sunset light
I marveled at its beauty
It’s so beautiful
when girls on here say how their crushes wouldnt let them skin them alive devour their flesh break open their ribcage and let them crawl inside... girl im so sorry. you deserve better
This blog is only for fuckups, burnouts, losers, criminals and the mentally ill btw
new favorite emojis are 👁️👁️ and 😔 bc I am a menace but pitiful like dr doofenschmirtz
reblog to save bc I spam like >:)
&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( more angst to devastate your writing partners. metaphorically. )
❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜
❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜
❛ it should have been you. ❜
❛ did i do good? ❜
❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜
❛ wait for me, will you? ❜
❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜
❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜
❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜
❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜
❛ you already know how this will end. ❜
❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜
❛ i don’t want to go. ❜
❛ can you remember how you died? ❜
❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜
❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜
❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜
❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜
❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜
❛ is it really you? ❜
❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜
❛ it would have been better to die. ❜
❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜
❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜
❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜
❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜
❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜
❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜
❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜
❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜
❛ they’re not coming back. ❜
❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜
❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜
❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜
❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜
❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜
❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜
❛ we’re on our own now. ❜
❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜
❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜
❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜
❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜
❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜
❛ we did it. we won. ❜
❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜
❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜
❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜
<* M a s t e r L i s t *>
Original Poetry
My Religion
Murder!
Original Excerpts
Dirt and Grime (SMUT)
Obey Me!
Lucifer
Mammon
Levi
Satan
Asmo
Beel
Beel x GN Reader SMUT
Belphie
Marvel
Eddie and Venom
Eddie/Venom x AFAB GN Reader SMUT
Doc Oc
Doctor Octavius X GN Reader SMUT
Resident Evil
Heisenberg
Heisenberg x GN Reader SMUT
Slashers
Michael Myers
Brahms Heelshire
Danny Johnson
Disney
Encanto
Luisa x GN Reader SMUT
Castlevania
Adrian Tepes
Y'ALL I jus went to a fucking hardcore show in my local area for the first time and it was so much fun!! I had a blast and I plan on going to more bc there's a band that played first that night and I actually got to talk to one of the guitarists. They were so cool :D I look forward to seein them at their next show
casual wear (splattered with blood) vs. evening wear (drenched in blood)
i need to be here always ITS IMPORTANT
Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel
Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world
reblog to fucking bite the person you reblog from
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
✧
➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can ask be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations, dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
I see you unfollowing. Good. Don’t fucking stop. This blog is pro choice, pro gay, pro black, pro trans, pro sex work, pro go fuck yourself
reblogging to keep in my pocket <3
words to use when writing
Appetite:
craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse:
agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault:
attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound
Beautiful:
admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting
Brutal:
atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild
Burly:
able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed
Carnal:
animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean
Dangerous:
alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous
Dark:
atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched
Delicious:
enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty
Ecstasy:
delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled
Ecstatic:
delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild
Erotic:
amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing
Gasp:
catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded
Heated:
ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous
Hunger:
appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst
Hungry:
avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting
Intense:
forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous
Liquid:
damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping
Lithe:
agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry
Moan:
beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl
Moving:
(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling
Need:
compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen
Pain:
ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart
Painful:
aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded
Perverted:
aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile
Pleasurable:
charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent
Pleasure:
bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven
Rapacious:
avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering
Rapture:
bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy
Rigid:
adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering
Sudden:
abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning
Thrust:
(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel
(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick
Thunder-struck:
amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback
Torment:
agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe
Touch:
(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap
(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize
Wet:
bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water
Wicked:
abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched
Writhe:
agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank
LUISA x GN READER smut
In her Room on her day off, Luisa struggles with letting herself relax so you try to help her but she ends up helping you instead.
SECOND PERSPECTIVE, Use of the nickname “cutie”, Praise kink, Soft dom loisa, Body worship, Fingering, Hickies on the thighs, Eating out, 69ing, overstimulation
1991 words
!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
SMUT UNDER THE CUT
After the miracle got restored, Luisa has been trying to get better about taking breaks, “trying” being emphasized here. She schedules herself to take a day off at least once a week so as not to overwhelm herself and to give her time to get used to doing nothing. Luisa had never been good at doing nothing. Even now as she sits with you eating lunch her hands are twitching to do something.
"Can someone help me-" you hear Peppa start but as she enters and sees Luisa stand abruptly from the table, disturbing both of your glasses, she turns back around to find someone else, cautiously. Luisa huffs, her shoulders slump and she has a pout that makes your gut twist. Taking Luisa's thick, strong arm gently in your hand, you guide her to sit back down next to you. Your hand glides down from her arm to her hand and you hold it gently, like it’ll break.
"How about we go back to your room? That way no one can interrupt your day off." You suggest, knowing full and well that it'll take a little more convincing to get her to follow you. She’s stubborn at the best of times, but that’s one of the reasons you loved her so much. Her strong resolve always made you feel secure. You could not waver on this, she needed a break, she deserved a break and deserved to be able to relax just like anyone else in the village.
“C’mon, love. Wouldn’t it be easier to relax in your room?” You got up and guided her out of her seat, she let you lead her all the way to her room with the smallest smile as you held her hands so softly.
“You’re right. I need to take a break.” She reluctantly agreed. You lead her over to her bed and let her sit on her own. You took off your shoes, deciding comfort is the most important thing right now, and stepped over to the record player. You selected a light guitar vinyl to set the mood. When you returned to Luisa, you sat behind her on her bed and started to rub her shoulders. She hummed in appreciation as you rubbed the knots out of her muscles.
“Thank you, cutie.” Luisa blushes, her hands covering your own on her shoulders. “I really appreciate you being patient with me.”
“Of course, I just want you to feel comfortable. You deserve it, after everything you do for everyone.” you hum smiling back at her. She reaches behind to scoop you up and places you on her lap. She kissed you, her lips firm but her hands on your hips were so soft and comforting. She moved away from your lips and placed little pecks on your cheeks. Her arms wrapped around you and pulled you into her sturdy form, she was so warm which contrasted the stone detailing in her room. Her chin sat atop your head as you cuddled, your hands reaching around to rub and lightly scratch her back.
“You know,” Luisa hums “I think I just thought of the perfect way to relax.” You looked up at her curious. Of course you want to help her in any way you could with whatever idea she came up with. When she met your eyes, she leaned down, startling you with a kiss. She was slow, even with the abrupt start, but forceful. It contrasted how gently she held you, how softly her big hands trailed up the middle of your back to cradle your head, her fingers slowly entangling in your hair. Her hands didn’t move an inch when you both parted slowly.
Breath only returned to you when you held her honeyed gaze. Her brows were furrowed but her smile held such a contentment to them, like holding you was all she ever needed. Her breathing slowed from the kiss and you relaxed enough to let your hands wander over her. You traced along her spine branching out to her shoulder blades. Her breath hitching at how slow and gentle you were, barely tickling the skin down her biceps. Your hands held her shoulders firmly, asking her to fall back onto the bed.
“Today’s supposed to be about you.” you pout, your form barely shadowing her as she laid before you, blushing beautifully. Slowly you reach to untuck her shirt from her skirt, your other hand cradling her cheek. You straddle her waist keeping closer to her torso. You want to see her, see all the faces she makes, you want her, everything she is, is a treasured moment you refuse to forget.
“Is this okay?” You rasp your hand under her shirt to rub soothing circles against her waist. When Luisa nods, her voice failing her as she tries to catch her breath, you trail kisses up her neck smiling. As soon as you trail your hand any higher, she rolls the two of you so she’s on top, careful not to put too much weight on you, just enough to hold you down. You gasp, out of surprise and the sudden weight against your pelvis.
“Hey, hey I’m supposed to be on top this time. I wanna make you feel good.” you stuttered, looking up at her hunched frame cradling you on the bed. She nuzzled her face into your neck, the wisps in her hair tickling against your skin.
“But,” she breathes in, inhaling your scent, “You’re just so-” Luisa sighs, hugging you closer. “My cutie, I just can’t help it.” You wrapped your legs against her waist giggling slightly. She untucks your shirt, throwing it off you as fast as she could without ripping it, not that you minded. Her head went straight to your chest, trailing kisses around your nipples and up your throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” she hums taking her own shirt off, exposing her chest, but before you could reach out she dived back down to play with you more. Your arms wrapped around her as you moan out praise. She left red and purple marks down your neck and chest all the way down your hips, just before your pants.
“Let’s get rid of these,” she nearly ripped them off as she pulled off your pants and replaced them with kisses and nibbles starting from your ankle down the inside of your leg. “Look at you,” Luisa purred, “so good, you’re doing so well, cutie.” Her hands reached you before her mouth could, gently prodding and rubbing your hole. You couldn’t stop twitching, each callus on her fingers, each bump and wrinkle, each kiss she gave you only added to your burning core. Your fingers found purchase in the waistband of her skirt.
She took the hint immediately, only parting from you enough to pull her skirt and bloomers off. Now, with you both naked, you laid in the bed together. You played with her boobs, kissing and sucking on them from under her as her hand went back to your hole. Finally, she entered you, the tip of her finger pushing through you, stretching you out so prettily for her. It barely burned after she started pumping into you.
“So pretty, so good for me. You’re doing so good.” She hums looking at you through her eyelashes and soaking in your moans. When she added another finger, you whimpered. She was going so fast, you could barely keep up, but it felt so good. Her thumb rubbed at your sensitivity. Her lips attached themselves back to your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Her other hand held firm on your hip, stopping it from bucking or even twitching. There’s going to be a bruise on it later, you knew, a bruise of her hand left by an ongoing orgasm, the perfect sign that you belong to her.
She added more fingers up until you trembled around her but even then she didn’t stop. She relentlessly rubbed you, attacking that specific spot in you that had you sobbing out, for more, for a break, it didn’t matter to you at that point. You needed something and you trusted her to give it to you. Give it to you she did, at your third orgasm she finally pulled her fingers away from you, leaving you empty and shaking.
When you thought she was finally done, you tried to get yourself on your elbows, before she pushed you back down. Her face aligned with your quivering hole, watching it contract around nothing, before she leaned down to your thighs. Slowly she took the skin in between her teeth, sucking and nipping blue and red marks into them. Claiming you, keeping you close, and overstimulating you to the brink of stupidity. You feel so warm with her. She’s so soft with you, keeping you close without ever crushing you. She would never hurt you, but she could. She could lift you over her head, throw you, crush you, but she never would. She wants you safe and happy, and you always are with her.
Your thoughts are drawn back to the soreness between your legs when you feel hot breath tickling it. You gasp out when you feel her wet tongue lap at you. You were still wet from your previous orgasms and your slick started covering her chin as she continued her assault against your most sensitive parts. You looked down at her, your hand grasping at her hair while your other holds her hand, fingers intertwined. Through all of this debauchery, the stimulation sending your nerves on fire and keeping your head fuzzy, all you could think about was how beautiful Luisa looked. Her eyes were so focused on your sex and her mouth was glistening as she mumbled how good you tasted. Her hand holding you down flexed against your twitching hips, the veins protruding and fingers digging into you. The one holding your hand was softer and relaxed but desperate to keep you there. You needed her. You needed to feel her twitch around you, just as you had around her.
“Please, Luisa, my love, let me pleasure you too,” you gasped, causing her to look up and meet your eyes with a lifted brow.
“Of course, cutie, ” she smirks at you, shifting so that her pussy is over your face while she has easy access to your hole. You lean up to lick at her clit. You swipe your tongue around it, earning a groan out of her which vibrated through you. You felt the need to bring more out of her like an itch in your veins needing to be scratched. She was addicting, her scent, her taste, you needed everything.
Luisa shook above you as you licked through her folds. Her thighs clenched and she dripped onto your face just as you released. She faltered onto her elbows, taking deep breaths. You rubbed her ass, soothing her from her high before she sat up. She moved to spoon you from behind, holding onto your waist keeping you near her chest.
“You did so good for me,” she rasped, her voice scratchy but calming. You huddled in her chest turning so you could hug her back.
“How are you feeling?” you asked, voice small and cracking. She pulled you closer to her. You were so tired, you didn’t think you could keep your eyes open anymore.
“I feel great! I could use a nap, though.” her giggle rumbled through her chest, making you feel lighter than before. You can’t help but smile, not only had you finally gotten Luisa to enjoy her day off but her happiness has always been contagious.
“I could too. C’mere.” You held her impossible close as you both nodded off in your messes, not even bothering to cover up from the cool air. You didn’t need to, Luisa gave you plenty of warmth as you wrapped one leg over her waist. You finally dozed off when you heard Luisa’s light snoring.
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I’m making a luisa x gn reader smut and holy shit it is so hard. I hardly know her, I’m making it for my friend, but I am trying to think about how she would act, how she would feel and its haard. I’ve been high and drunk and high again for the past two days how am I supposed to think about anything today? I already had an important meeting today and got that figured out. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa