Bloodgutsdevilcake - ~* Devil Cake *~

My version of summer always gotta have a creep factor. Felt like this casual but creepy in the autumnal spectrum really fits my soul like a casket. This picture specifically isn't very autumnal but it still has a very warm pallet. I jus wanna be unnerving in every sense of my everyday life while still remaining cute and alluring like a black cat with big orange eyes. My cat has big green eyes that turn orange at night and she is everything I amount to be.

I am this close 👌 to disappearing under mysterious circumstances only to avoid doing the 27 missing assignments I have. I know I can pull it off to because my family would simply think I am in my room as I always am and not halfway across the Atlantic on a mysteriously old ship with anyone so gay enough to have joined in hopes of avoiding their problems. We each know shit about sailing but we have our own plants and keep a small garden in where the captain's quarters should be. Our cats will of course come with as well.

*  𝕸𝖞  𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓  *

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖕𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕸𝖞 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖆𝖍 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝕮𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖇 𝕴 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖆 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕴 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖄𝖔𝖚, 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚, 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖞𝖒𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚, 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖄𝖔𝖚, 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑

I don't think people should make fun of others for saying they have no friends in front of people who consider them friends because yea obviously we're buds but we're not as close as you are with other people and my debilitating fear of intamacy and constant state of lonliness tell me we'll never be closer than what we are now and I'll never be able to express myself fully to you because you won't understand that when I say friends I mean someone who I know will take all of me and say its okay without feeling like a burden or rejecting specific parts of me that I've grown to accept. I know that's never going to happen unless I get better but I don't know how to get better enough to feel comfortable with myself and not the portraits painted specifically for each person I know. So please understand that when I say I have no friends I don't mean that our relationship means nothing I mean that I am nothing to this relationship which has been copied and pasted to other people for so long and while other people are able to get closer to people I will find myself still sitting here watching us remain stagnant.

I don't think I could be trusted with shapeshifting powers bc I would just turn into a bear and attack things with my claws at any minor inconvenience. it would be my go-to solution for everything

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.

‘The Vampires Kiss’

Vampire Mood Board: Part III