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[yallmightblog]

DUNSTAN X RUNA

the beginning of their relationship;

Runa had learned early that men like Dunstan were not the kind you sought out. The kind you noticed too late, when they were already looking at you.

The hall was loud with drink and laughter, the kind that dulled most people into comfort. It did not dull her. Her eyes moved, quiet and observant, taking in the room piece by piece until they landed on him.

He had not been there a moment ago. Or perhaps he had, she simply hadn’t realized.

Dunstan stood near the edge of the hall, speaking to no one, yet somehow not alone. There was a weight to him, something that made space where there was none. His gaze found hers like it had been waiting to. Runa did not look away. That, it seemed, was all the invitation he needed.

He crossed the hall without hurry, but without hesitation either. Each step was deliberate, as if the distance between them had already been decided. Conversations softened around them as he approached, though neither of them paid it any mind.

When he stopped in front of her, he said nothing at first. Just looked. Close now, she could see the details: weathered skin, a faint mark near his brow, the kind of presence that did not ask to be acknowledged. It simply was.

“You’ve been watching me,” he said at last, voice low. It wasn’t a question.

Runa tilted her head slightly, unbothered.

“And you crossed a hall to confirm it?”

Something almost like amusement flickered in his expression, gone as quickly as it came. His hand moved then, slow enough to be seen, quick enough that it felt inevitable. His fingers brushed her wrist, not quite a grip.

“Careful,” she murmured, though there was no fear in it. “You don’t know what you’re walking into.”

His thumb shifted, pressing just enough to still the space between them. Not forceful, just firm.

“I don’t walk into anything,” he replied.

The noise of the hall seemed distant now, like it belonged to another place entirely. For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, just slightly, he stepped closer. Not enough to startle. Enough to change the air. Runa felt it; measured, intentional, controlled.

And she didn’t step back.

~~~

The hall had thinned, laughter fading into quieter corners, the last of the firelight flickering against stone walls.

Runa had meant to leave alone.

She had made it as far as the corridor before she felt it—that same presence from earlier. Not a sound, not quite footsteps. Just the certainty of someone behind her.

She didn’t turn right away.

“You follow all your company like this?” she asked, voice calm, echoing softly down the hall.

A pause.

Then, closer now—

“Only the ones who don’t run.”

Runa turned then.

Dunstan stood a few paces behind her, shadows catching along his shoulders, his expression unreadable in the low light. He looked no different than he had before—steady, composed—but there was something quieter here. Less distraction. Less distance.

“You’re far from the hall,” she said. “If you’ve something to say, say it.”

His gaze lingered on her, slow, assessing. Then he stepped forward.

Once. Twice.

Enough that the space between them felt… intentional.

“I was making sure you arrived where you meant to go,” he said.

It almost sounded like courtesy. Almost.

Runa let out a small breath, something just shy of a laugh. “And if I hadn’t?”

His head tilted slightly, considering her like one might a question with more than one answer.

“I would have corrected it.”

There it was again—that certainty. Not loud, not forceful. Just there.

She should have stepped back.

She didn’t.

Instead, she turned, continuing down the corridor toward her chambers. She could hear him follow this time, unhidden, unhurried. The sound of it settled something strange in her chest—something she did not care to name.

When she reached her door, she stopped.

“So,” she said, glancing back at him, “you’ve seen me safely here.”

A beat.

“That was your intention, wasn’t it?”

Dunstan closed the last of the distance between them.

Not touching.

Close enough that it would take very little.

“That was part of it.”

The torchlight caught along his jaw as he looked down at her, steady, unwavering. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet stretched, thick with something unspoken.

Then his hand lifted.

Slow.

Deliberate.

His fingers brushed her wrist again, like before—but this time they didn’t hesitate. They settled, firm, grounding, as if anchoring her in place rather than asking.

Runa’s breath caught—not from fear, but from the weight of it.

“You’re bold,” she murmured.

His thumb shifted slightly against her skin.

“You didn’t stop me.”

A pause.

Her gaze flickered—just briefly—to his hand, then back to his eyes.

“No,” she admitted.

The air between them felt smaller now.

Tighter.

Dunstan’s other hand moved, not to cage, not to trap—but to rest just beside her against the wood of the door, close enough to change the shape of the space she stood in.

Not touching.

But there.

Runa held his gaze, steady, unmoving.

“If you’ve something more to do,” she said quietly, “you’d best decide it.”

For the first time, something shifted in his expression—not softness, not quite—but something sharper. Intent, honed.

His hand at her wrist loosened just slightly.

Not releasing.

Just enough to feel like a choice.

“Another time,” he said.

And then, just as deliberately as he had come close, he stepped back.

The space returned all at once.

But it didn’t feel the same.

[abbysbenchpr]

perv!dunk x reader • part 2

wc: 3.7k

content: smut, implied voyeurism, m masturbation, handjob, outdoors, cum eating :)

notes: hi all thank you for waiting and for all the comments and messages!! you guys are actually feral for dunk and shit, so am i! idk if i love this one, but i really hope it delivers and was worth the wait <3 i have a loose plan for part 3 but i'm about to get really busy again so idk when/if it'll be posted but we shall see!!

read part 1 here, drabble here

nsfw, 18+ minors dni

perv!dunk who starts getting bolder. the weight of your hand on his thigh has seared itself into the muscle, and if he concentrates hard enough he can smell the floral tinge of your hair from when you’d been in his lap.

he catches you staring sometimes. eyes caught over the fire, darkened by shadows and what he lets himself imagine is disguised desire.

still, he can’t be sure.

doesn’t want to get his hopes up, because what if it is so? he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself — doesn’t let himself consider what he’d do with you.

he tells himself there’s, objectively, nothing wrong with testing the waters. you haven’t shown yourself to be uncomfortable, haven’t told him to stop standing so close nor run off in the night to escape his near-constant ogling.

he reminds himself of the way you’d even pressed yourself against him that night in the tavern, leaning into his chest and letting him touch you.

so he lets his gaze linger. ever so slightly, a heartbeat longer than needed. and he’s not so shy about it anymore, either.

his blue eyes will drift in conversation, nodding along even though your voice sounds like it’s underwater. your lips are moving, and he’s drawn to the delicate curve of your cupid’s bow, the plush of your lips, that soft pink flash of your tongue when it darts out to wet your lips–

“ser?”

dunk is reluctant to draw his attention from your pretty mouth.

“hm?” he hums, tracing the outline of your lips once more before he forcibly drags his focus back to the rest of your face — your expression expectant, and a little bit flustered at how utterly unbothered he is to have been caught staring.

“is something the matter?” you ask him, eyes wide, because although this might be one of the many times he gets lost in thought, dunk actually looks rather peaked — cheeks ruddy and his breathing heavy.

dunk hums in question once more, utterly lost and fighting a losing battle against his imagination. your lips, those wide eyes staring up at him with fluttering lashes. an image pops into his mind before he can think to stop it — of your lips, stretched tight around his cock, suckling at his tip as he leaks for you, that wet tongue lapping up all he has to give.

dunk clears his throat, harsh and sudden. all the while, the back of your hand comes up to his forehead, lingering as your brows pull together in a frown.

“you’re warm, dunk,” you murmur. the man has the grace to feel a shred of guilt at the concern written plain over your face, and for his own depravity, thankfully still unbeknownst to you.

“think i’ll go lie down,” dunk’s voice cracks ever so slightly, nodding with his jaw set. his spine straightens from his slouch in his determination to not concern you any further.

your breath comes in a long exhale when you have to tilt your head further back, marvelling at the distance between your heights.

dunk touches your arm in a gentle bid goodbye, aiming to comfort, to reassure. in his turn to leave, he misses how your face shifts, nor can he see the flutters in your belly when you realise how easily his hand had completely encircled your wrist.

you find him later, all rested up and free of ailment, though as soon as you check his temperature, he’s reddening all over again.

—

dunk’s always strived to be good — a good knight, a good man. but he realises quickly after meeting you that he likes it especially when you’re the one calling him that.

you’re perched beside egg on a tree stump, both watching dunk slice through the air with his sword. he moves with brutal grace, and both of you are left in awe at how easily the metal moves in his grip. (you’d both attempted to lift it, once, when dunk had been asleep.)

you’re not technically supposed to be spectating, but you can’t help but clap for the man when he finally drives the sword into the earth by its point, leaning his weight upon the hilt.

“sevens above, dunk, you’re strong,” your comment carries over to where he’s panting, nostrils flaring as he tries to slow his breathing. wants you to think waving the massive sword around took nothing more than a modicum of effort.

your gaze dragging down his chest, his strong, clasped hands to his thick thighs, bulky even under those loose trousers. the way sweat makes his shirt cling to the contours of his chest, highlighting the softness of his stomach.

dunk’s cheeks flush from the praise. his head bows in a poor attempt to hide the pink in his face, running down his neck. he swears he sees a smug grin spreading across your lips, but ultimately turns away too quick to tell.

though there’s no hiding the way he stands taller after your compliment, puffing his chest as he goes back to his training.

he can see this becoming a problem, if the stirring in his trousers is anything to go by.

dunk wonders if there’s something wrong with him when he deliberately seeks out your praise — despite knowing of the very physical effects it has on him.

he’ll carry your pack for you, chop kindling in your direct view, even hoist egg upon his shoulders, all to hear you to call him strong again. (dunk pays egg with sweets in thanks.)

you praise him for his help — for always insisting on washing up after meals, packing up your bedroll before you can get to it and mending your skirts where they’ve ripped.

you’d called him brave once, and he’d really liked that. there had been a huge spider hiding amongst your things, and he’d volunteered to capture and release it. you’d thanked him — over, and over again. he’d been relieved when you hadn’t questioned why it took him so long to return.

at supper, you stare in awe as dunk goes for his third helping — whatever’s left of yours. a newfound tradition since that night at the tavern, he’ll look to you once you’ve set your plate down, brows high in question.

“go on,” you laugh, shuffling closer under the guise of handing him his food.

“sorry,” he says each time, without fail, yet doesn’t stop himself from digging into whatever you’ve got for him.

“don’t be,” you tell him, close enough your shoulders touch. dunk doesn’t falter, relaxing into the familiarity of you.

he wonders if you’re thinking of the last time you’d been in this position, if you’ve been agonising over that moment the way he has.

“you deserve it,” you tell him over the crackle of the fire, “for all you do for us.”

dunk stills as a shiver rolls down his spine. your voice is soft, intimate in a way he’s never considered himself worthy of.

you’re looking at him so sincerely that he feels completely wicked for picturing you saying those words in a different scenario.

one where you’re atop him once more, the way he so painfully desires, riding him, taking his length entirely. he thinks of how pretty you’d look with his cock buried deep, how wet you’d be as you murmur those sweet words into his waiting mouth for him to swallow down.

“you deserve it,” you’d break on a whimper as you let him take you the way he likes — burly hands wrapped around your waist, bouncing you on his cock easy as a ragdoll.

“thank you for protecting us,” you say, in the present, and it breaks dunk out of his reverie so suddenly he almost gasps.

his eyes flit to you, panicked. he can feel, even without looking, the tent growing between his legs, and gods help him, he doesn’t think he can manage to subtly drag his cloak over his lap when you’re looking right at him–

in his panic, he’s only half-aware that you’ve gone to bed with a “goodnight, dunk”.

it doesn’t register that you’ve left a kiss on his cheek either, until much later, when he rubs his face in frustration and his fingers come away tacky with the salve he’s seen you apply to your lips.

—

it’s getting unbearable. dunk feels it like an itch he isn’t able to scratch.

you’ve been on the road for days, trekking through fields of flat grass and meadows. as it were, dunk’s been unable to excuse himself into the woods and relieve some of the pressure constantly building between his legs.

open air, as far as the eye can see.

it sends a twitch to dunk’s eye, because he hadn’t always been this way. he’d been with ser arlan for years, and he’d simply never given much thought to satisfying himself. it was only ever something he did to let off steam — something quick, enough to tide him over.

it all changed with you. because now, he can’t pretend that side of him doesn’t exist. as soon as his eyes open in the morning, he’s faced with a walking reminder of how much he wants you.

and it makes him feel so much worse, because on top of it all, you’re lovely.

you happily care for him and egg, never once complaining of the various states of discomfort this life had to offer. he’d accepted your help because he’d needed it, and he thought egg would do well with something of a mother figure around. you’d made it an easy decision too, with how you’d been so kind, having taken egg under your wing the day you found him wandering a market, lost. dunk still thinks you’re getting the shit end of the stick, regardless of the way you vehemently deny it every time he tells you.

so it’s all the more insulting to your honour to think of you in such a way — he’d sworn to protect the innocent.

since you joined his travels, dunk’s been painting poor trees white as soon as he finds the chance to get away.

it starts a buzzing in his ears just to think about it, a weight settling firmly in his chest when he recalls how he’d tugged himself raw, shuddering through his highs with his hand braced against the bark.

biting his fist when he feels a whine bubbling in his throat, shoving the fabric of his shirt into his mouth just to stay quiet — gods forbid you come looking for the source of the odd sounds.

it’s been near a week since the last time, and dunk thinks he’s losing his mind. it irritates him more than he’d expected, falling victim to such base urges that he, a knight — hedge or not — should be in control of. instead he’s reduced to communicating through grunts and clipped sentences, and his acute awareness of that only serves to worsen his mood.

egg shares a frown with you when dunk shoots down yet another suggestion to make camp for the night, even with dusk rapidly approaching.

you murmur to egg to hold back, and to start unpacking. egg sends you a grateful, sheepish smile, watching as you bravely follow after dunk, still marching ahead, even as your footsteps approach.

“dunk,” you pull him to a stop with a hand on his bicep. you both know he could’ve easily kept walking. you’re rather surprised he’d stopped so readily, half-prepared to have that ire directed towards you for the first time.

“the poor boy’s exhausted,” you urge him, keeping your wary voice calm, but firm in that way that tells him there’s no point arguing. “and so are you.”

dunk exhales heavily, jaw set. he casts a glance over at egg’s sluggish movements as he struggles to set up the tent by himself. then at you, the hunch of your shoulders and the way you almost lean on him to keep you up.

dunk nods once, and lets you lead him back by the hand.

he makes easy work of the tent. dinner is a quiet affair — salt beef, to match the tension in the air. then everyone is off to bed.

except for dunk, who sets up his roll outside the tent, feet away from the opening.

“why are you staying out here?” you’re short with him, tired from overanalysing his sour mood. he’s never been this way before, according to egg, who had come to you with the worry he’s done something to upset ser duncan.

“need air,” dunk mutters, settling onto his bedroll and casting his gaze up at the night sky, seemingly intent on avoiding your eyes.

you can’t help but roll yours, lowering your voice at the sounds of egg clambering around the tent behind you. “if you’re upset about something, you ought to just say it.”

“‘m not upset.”

you snort at that, and dunk’s head lolls to the side to pin you with a glower.

“doesn’t seem like it,” your head tilts challengingly, arms crossed. dunk swears upon every god there is that he’s not going to look at your chest.

“egg is worried he’s done something wrong, and we both know he hasn’t,” your voice softens, and dunk’s chest heaves in a deep, heavy sigh because he knows you’re right.

“‘m not upset. i swear it.” he stares back at your disbelieving gaze, broken by a yawn pulling at your lips. dunk tries his very best to bite back a smile, knowing from the curve of your lips that you wouldn’t appreciate it. he turns his face back to the stars.

“go to bed,” he tells you with finality, and even though it irks you to listen, you do.

“you’d better be on your best behaviour tomorrow, ser duncan.”

—

the tent falls still quickly, and the only sounds for miles are the crickets and egg’s soft snores. you stare at the ceiling of the tent, wistfully wishing you were as dead-asleep as the boy next to you.

you’ve been tossing and turning for what feels like hours. replaying on a loop your conversation with dunk, wondering what on earth could’ve crawled up his pants and left him so snappy.

you come up empty, and decide to find out what’s been bothering him as soon as the sun rises.

you’ve just about fallen asleep, eyelids heavy, when a rustling from outside the tent catches your attention. you sit up, straining to hear it again, and it picks up in volume, that same rustling, again and again.

then a pained groan.

you’re shooting up out of bed quicker than you’d thought possible, grabbing your dagger just in case, because if dunk’s being attacked by a wild animal or a raider, you’d best not be unarmed.

you lift the flap to the tent slowly, peering out with your heart racing. bracing yourself for bloodshed and gore, dunk wounded or worse–

at that thought, you step out of the tent, perhaps foolishly. the nighttime chill is a slap to the face, and it takes a second for your eyes to adjust.

fortunately, there is no attacker, no wild animal come to harm your knight.

only ser duncan, fisting his cock. his head pressed back against the earth, neck bared in a long, thick line. the covers bunched at his waist, his arm pumping steady beneath the fabric.

with his eyes squeezed shut, he hasn’t noticed your presence. you watch how a muscle in his jaw ticks when he clenches his teeth, legs shaking at every upward pass. he pants with the effort of staying quiet, albeit not doing a very good job.

your own breath stalls in your lungs, watching with rapt attention every twitch in his expression. you don’t dare blink, completely frozen in place. you should leave, return him his privacy after trampling all over it.

but then it all clicks into place. his irritability of late, the tense line of his shoulders and how he barely could bring himself to look at you for longer than a minute — he’d just needed a little release.

dunk’s throat strains in a bitten-back groan, and you instinctively look over your shoulder, making sure egg remains asleep.

when you finally turn back, dunk’s eyes are open, directly trained on you.

his hand has stilled, and he doesn’t even seem to be breathing. he wonders if he’s dreaming. perhaps this was nothing more than one of those dreams again, the ones that would leave him with a pathetic mess in his pants come morning.

but no, not a dream. you’re within arms’ reach, wide eyes mirroring his own, lips parted on a silent gasp when you realise you’ve been spotted.

the air hangs heavy, charged with a silence punctuated by your thundering heartbeats.

you move first, silently closing the distance and kneeling in the dirt beside him.

he’s quick to open his mouth to apologise, still uncomprehending of the heat in your greedy gaze and his “i’m sorry” quickly dissolves into a confused groan when your hand suddenly comes up to cover his mouth.

“mmph-” is all he can manage. even in the night, you see the whites in his eyes when you tug the covers down with a ferocity he’s never seen in you before. you knock aside his sticky hand and admire the pearlescent streaks smeared over his palm.

“do you want me to stop?” you whisper, the cup of your palm loosening over his chin. but you get your answer when dunk grips your wrist in both of his hands, uncaring of the wetness as he brings your hand back to clamp tight over his mouth.

you, with barely-contained lust, hardly need to wait before he shakes his head emphatically, tousling his sandy blond hair more than it already is. his brows pull tight in a silent plea.

your lips quirk into a relieved smile, and you curl trembling fingers around his length. the skin is velvet soft, and oh, so hot.

he’d looked big in his own hand, the dripping head flushed the same rosy shade as his cheeks. in your grasp, he dwarfs your single palm, fingers unable to fully wrap around him.

dunk’s eyes roll back at the sight, the way you squeeze your fist tight, and drag slowly up. it feels like forever until you cover the full distance, thumb sweeping over his head to collect the sticky beads gathering there.

his dual grip around your wrist is sure to bruise with how intensely reliant he is on your mere palm to muffle his strained noises.

everything is ten times amplified when it’s your skin on his. he watches in lightheaded, dumbstruck bliss when your head dips, dribbling your own spit down his cock. it gets wetter, your hand sliding easier up and down, and dunk worries he might have to bite.

he wants to tell you everything, wax poetic about the heaven that is being jerked off by you, but he can’t seem to find the words. doubt he could, anyway, even without the beginnings of a life-altering orgasm tugging at him.

“y’know, i saw you,” you whisper, eyes twinkling in the dark. “you snuck off once and i followed. saw you touching yourself. never thought i’d be jealous of a tree.”

dunk’s heart stutters in his chest. good gods, which time had you followed? his stomach lurches at the revelation, and a ragged groan tears out of him at the picture of you hiding in the woods, watching him pleasure himself.

“dunk, you need to be quiet,” you remind him in a sharp whisper. he’s getting louder — babbling behind the shield of your palm, tongue flicking at the salt of your skin.

you squeeze him almost too-tight, and a whimper lodges itself in his throat. he finds your eyes in the dark, and hopes you can read what he’s trying to say. he could just tell you himself, but he doesn’t trust his voice, and he likes your hand where it is.

“are you close? is that it?” your voice is close to his ear, lowering your head down to his so you can watch yourself jerk his cock from his perspective.

dunk nods, a heavy, lazy nod of his head, hips bucking as if to show you — look, this is what you’ve done to me.

he tries to push up on his elbows, to twist away from the impending wave of pleasure, but you’re faster.

your hand over his wet mouth rips away before he can stop it, flying down the length of his body to cup his heavy balls. the feeling of you stroking a finger along his seam has him scrambling to clamp his own fat palms where yours had been.

your soft giggle at his reaction reaches his ears, and that’s really all it takes.

dunk huffs and puffs behind his hands, eyes rolled back as he cums in spurts over your fist, claiming your touch for himself.

his stomach caves with the strangled gasp he makes, the hard planes of his abdomen spasming with the intensity of his peak.

you stroke him through it, murmuring soft praises against his cheek that has him leaning into you.

he’ll, reluctantly, push your hand away from overstimulation and collapse into his back, sucking in deep mouthfuls of air, having nearly suffocated himself in his attempts to quell his debauched noises.

dunk pins you with an incredulous look, shaking his head as his chest rumbles with a chuckle.

“thank you,” he says, still breathless and prone as he watches you clean the mess of your hand — with your tongue.

“don’t need to thank me, silly,” you tell him, easy as, after licking his cum off the tip of your finger. dunk worries then, that this really is all just a dream, because surely, this reality where your lashes are fluttering at the taste of him is not one he’d be lucky enough to exist in.

“should’ve just told me why you were being a right grump. could’ve quit your pouting days ago.”

dunk laughs, low and breathless, a little embarrassed for you to have so easily deduced the source of his frustration.

“aye,” he hums, eyes swimming with affection. “i’ll let you know next time.”

you make a teasing, noncommittal sound at that, turning on your heel to retreat back into the tent. “does this mean you’ll come inside now?”

gods, he hopes it does.

[yingtan]

Veil of Shadows 月鳞绮纪│2026, Ep. 10

[yingtan]

Veil of Shadows 月鳞绮纪 (2026)

[naity-sama]

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

[littlestsecret]

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 

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