#spicy dabbles

[draconic-ichor]

Rut

Elden Ring fic

Smut dabble

Morgott/female tarnished

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, breeding, rut cycles, penetrative sex, cream pie, grinding, biting, blood, knotting,

Summary: Morgott goes into his first run since becoming the Lady’s consort

Feedback appreciated, 18+. This is pure filth

I’m not sorry

Part 2

Morgott blinked open his good eye, sitting up into the dawn light. He felt strange, something coiling around his gut. He recognized it almost instantly, the itch of need crawling up his spine. It only got worse as days passed. He was coming upon his rut…

He’d been through this countless times, knew it would happen sooner or later. He could handle it, he kept telling himself over and over. He wasn’t a youth anymore, not so easily a slave to his hormones.

Just to be safe, he asked the Lady to avoid sharing his bed. If he kept himself busy and away from her Ladyship he should be fine. He told himself, at least.

The morning his rut fully sat in he woke feeling terribly restless. His muscles trembled under his skin and his cock strained at an annoying half mast almost constantly.

He steeled himself, wanting to district with work. His body pulsed with a deep ache, his mind constantly going back to his pretty little wife. The curves of her body and warmth of her core…

Morgott swallowed thickly, finding a thick piece of leather to chew. His robes hid his shame, even though he’d instructed most staff to just stay out of his wing of the castle.

Most of the day went well, that is until he crossed paths with the one person he was actively avoiding. He hadn’t told her the reason for his reclusion. So when she passed him in the halls she gave him the same bright smile she always did.

Her smell him like a brick wall, Morgott stiffening and used every fiber of his being to quell his boiling blood. But then the Lady touched him, a light fleeting touch of the arm as she passed.

But that was it, the damn of his resolve burst open. All of his careful planning and composure went out the window.

Morgott all but scooped up the Lady Tarnished, dragging her off to his chambers.

He sat her down, turning to lock the heavy door with shaking hands. He instantly started to shuck his robes off his shoulders.

Very unused to seeing him initiate sex, but not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she followed his lead and began to strip off her dress.

Her back was too him, but the second she was bare he pounced on her, pushing her down onto the bed.

He squished her flat against the bed, rooting into her as he sniffed her. She didn’t fight him, ever mailable in his hands, a giggle at his antics even.

He buried his face into the nape of her neck, breathing deep her scent. It made that dull ache a throb.

Morgott growled into her skin, body tightening. Her playfulness faltered, fully realizing the difference in his demeanor.

His cock was ridged, red and dripping, as he ground it against her ass. She glanced back at him, seeing his pupil dilated. He pushed her back down, hips bucking a bit, smearing pre over her lower back.

He licked a stripe up her spine, making her back arch and drawing a shaking gasp from her throat.

He pulled back slightly, angled his hips downwards, then snapped forward. He speared into her, the tarnished crying out. She clawed at the sheets as he rolled his hips backwards. His cock was becoming soaked with her slick, making his intrusion easier. With every inch he worked into her he growled out under his breath, “Mine.”

The pain started to give way to pleasure as he fucked her in earnest.

The tarnished felt his hips slam into her ass. Where they usually would have thoughtful love making this was different entirely. This was desperate fucking. Something deep inside of her enjoyed it, being used and dominated. Feeling her husband finally give in to his primal desires.

He drew more mewls from her, bending down to cover her shoulders and neck with sloppy kisses.

“Ah…yes.” He moaned, low and gravely, into her skin. She felt him still, body as taught as a bowstring but only for a fleeting moment.

His grip brushing he bit into her shoulder, popping skin as he flooded her womb.

The tarnished cried out a mixture of pleasure and pain, walls milking his cock.

He huffed out around clamped teeth, giving a few more deliberate thrusts, spending himself fully.

He lay down, holding her close as they caught their breath. The Lady felt his large hands caress her distended stomach, feeling up her sides softly.

She was used to this routine: they would cuddle for a bit, his cock would slowly go soft, knot would be gently pulled free then they wound be done for the night.

That little dance of aftercare was normal, expected even.

So when his knot allowed freedom but his cock was still rigid it gave the Lady pause. She looked at Morgott curiously as he pulled free of her, only to pull her flush against his chest once more.

He lifted her leg over his hip, lining himself back up with her messy opening.

“W-Wait.” She mewled, clinging to him.

“I need thee.” His voice held a hint of desperation, eye blown out almost to blackness.

Everything suddenly became clear to her, pieces fitting together in her pleasure fogged mind. “A-Are you in rut?” She asked.

Morgott gave a shallow nod, mouth slightly open to take needed air. Before she could ask anymore his hips snapped forward, sinking most of his cock into her in one fluid motion.

Morgott pushed up into a sitting position, turning the tarnished on his lap to face him. She was completely flushed, reaching up to kiss him. He accepted eagerly, hungrily. Her fingers found his horns, blunt nails scratching about their base and rubbing circles along their ridges with her thumbs. It made a breathy moan escape him, pulsing against her walls.

He set a feral pace, churning his previous seed up inside of her and pushing it ever deeper. The lewdness of the act, coupled with the loud squelching, made her head spin. Morgott grabbed her ass, lifting her up to then let gravity spear her back down his cock. He set a fast pace, grunting every time their hips met.

The tarnished hung on, scrabbling for purchase about his broad shoulders. She’d never seen this side of him, the only mindless need. The manner he was absolutely using her in the most primal way made her cunt clench around his length.

He was relentless, chasing relief and released.

~

It took two good days for his rut to fully be sated, his mind mercifully clearing. He sobered off his lust filled high. The bedchamber was a mess: claw marks in the wooden bed frame, sheets completely ruined.

His poor little Lady tarnished was exhausted, body sore. He was flooded with a wave of guilt, worrying about her for days afterwards. She wasn’t cross with him, far from it.

The Lady went about her duties shining even brighten than normal that week, albeit with a limp.

#elden ring smut #spicy dabbles #smut fanfiction #morgott #morgott/tarnished #morgott the omen king/tarnished #tarnished oc

[ohhcinnybuns]

Today's SKK nighttime thought: Kinky

They make this so easy, but Chuuya's lines are just so... you know.

#bungou stray dogs #skk #bsd skk #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #out of context - these lines are hilarious #I think the VA's knew what they were doing though #they dabble in spicy #sure sounds like a lot of kink talk to me #soukoku #this ain't even roleplay #this is just THEM

[roguelov]

Guys … guys … I am unwell

#my first dabble in spicy art #let’s see how this goes #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #across the spider verse fanart #miguel o’hara fanart #smut #fanart #digital art #rogue doodles #sketch

[soulchronicity]

No worries if it’s too far back for your mood, but it would be cool to see what Springtime would look like with how much your art skills have leveled up since last we saw the murder bun.

i miss him every day

#doodle dabble #queries #fnaf oc #springtime #[spicy chicken nugget] #heres your fluffy murder rabbit propaganda #new and improved as well #this is his 'rebuilt' look #lore happened #hes a security bot now and is 7'6 #still gay as ever though

[harajuku-cookie]

It's late at night, I can't sleep, so I went onto IkeVamp. I was looking for a card to put on my homepage and I tapped on this Isaac card to listen to the line and this one made a spicy thought pop into my head.

18+ || Minors do not interact

Imagine Isaac holding you in a hug from behind. He's cuddled up close and rests his head on your shoulder when he catches the scent of your blood. The aroma of it is so tempting to Isaac and as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, he utters this line. You get flustered at first before a small teasing smirk appears on your face. Lifting a hand to run your fingers lightly through his hair, you gently push him closer to your neck, telling him, "Take a bite then."

Like the snake that tempted Eve to bite into the apple, Isaac gives in. He gives your neck a couple of light kisses before sinking his fangs in. The pain lasts a second before your body is overrun with ecstasy. Pleasure courses through you as Isaac drinks his fill, moans spilling out from your lips. Your body starts to writhe, your backside unintentionally bumping against Isaac's hips. Combined with the sounds you're making, a bulge starts to form in his pants. The arms wrapped around your waist start to wander, one hand going up to cup one of your breasts and giving it a squeeze, the other holding onto one side of your hip to keep your flush against him to keep grinding against one another.

The aphrodisiac effect of his bite combined with him all of you starts to become too much, pleading with Isaac to do something. Not wanting you to pass out from taking too much blood and his body craving something else, he pulls his fangs out of your neck. You're left panting for a couple of seconds before Isaac turns your face to the side to share a deep kiss, hands still feeling all around your body until he pulls your skirt up from behind. You know what's coming next as he maneuvers your body to brace against the nearest surface and pulls your panties down your legs. You hear the familiar sound of a belt coming undone and then feel the head of his cock running along your slick folds before sinking inside, both of your moaning loudly from the feeling. You didn't expect an innocent cuddle to lead to this, but you're not complaining as Isaac starts to move his hips, starting out slowly and eventually picking up the pace and pounding into you from behind.

…..

And that's all I got before I combust from how hard I'm blushing. I leave you with that late night horny thought, good night!

#IkeVamp Isaac #Pastel writes #smut #I'm still hella shy and new to writing spicy stuff but I wanna try dabbling in it so please go easy on me #also again it's late at night so expect some grammar and spelling mistakes

[koiryuu]

also add in the tags if you want how your tolerance has changed over time!

#i wanna see on this site full of autistics if i truly am as much of a minority as i think i am #my tolerance is super ultra high and i LOOOVEEEE spicy food <3333 #i believe i could eat a whole habanero with little issue #my spice tolerance used to be mid-level when i was younger but it skyrocketed since i reached adulthood #i need to eat spicy food like at least twice a week or ill die i think #poll

[anantaru]

can i have some sunday headcanons, if you are okey with that?

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. spicy sunday headcanons that live rent free in my head, cw. idk just horny, messy, pussy eating, all that stuff and i almost forgot: he has a fat cock, fem! reader // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡

sunday catches himself day dreaming a lot, and it's mostly poles apart from what he's usually preferring in the bedroom— by all means, it's nothing too out of the ordinary, but the man had developed a strong liking towards trying out new discovered kinks between you two.

to sunday, the most important entity of trying out new kinks was your comfort, he loves and respects you, and he wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable in any way. in fact, before you dabbled through those new twists, you both agreed on a safe word to keep you from crossing each others boundaries.

alas, exploring them along with how well he would fuck you only added to the arousing press inside your belly. sunday wants to taste you absolutely everywhere until his senses were occupied by nothing but your scent and flavor— to trace the flat of his tongue between your fat folds until your skin was hot and quivering, your hands clenching in his hair and you're begging, hoping he'd push you over the edge until you come and come and come against his wet muscle playing with your clit.

you should tug his hair more often too, or even better, stroke over his wings with your digits until sunday gets aroused by it.

to elaborate further, the moment you begin to subtly squeeze and tug on the feathers, he could never recover from the loss of your hands against them, it's as if the man had grown addicted to you battering your palms across his wings that he never wanted it to end.

he slurrs his words as he kisses your clit before silently licking across your belly, slow huffs and ragged groans along with the laps of his tongue crossing your entire body.

he assured you he's going to taste you everywhere, didn't he? after all, he'll give you anything you want— like the pleasure you deserve.

shortly after, he settles between your legs and slowly fills you to the brim, adding inch after inch until his erection was snugly compressed by your walls, the thickness of his shaft pressing down on your nerves and making you feel like you're flying rapidly without moving.

at last, sunday finds your lips and grinds himself into your warm core, your breasts crushed against his chest as he thrusts into you before bringing your knees up so he could press them against your chest.

the man was beginning to shift his weight to pin your hips with the weight of his body, before applying a brief kiss to the inside of your knee as you look at him in awe, head lolled to the side with your eyes glowing clear and wide.

you cannot stop yourself from admiring your boyfriend, and neither could your body get used to his erection crushing your insides— turning your skin hot, warm, cold, quivering, searing, until your bodies touch and stick together like burgeons of fire. your pussy lips swollen up and your eyes soused in a haze as sunday smiles at you lazily from above, lovingly patting your head;

"you're holding up great, my dearest,"

..."i'm so proud of you."

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #sunday x reader #sunday smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #sunday x you

[sprout-fics]

have you ever dabbled in Omegaverse CoD?? If you’re comfortable I’d love some spicy headcanons about Alpha 141 with their Omega reader 🤭

Oh don't even get me STARTED-

Omegaverse TF141 Headcanons

(Part One: How it Begins)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Emergency heat, Illegal suppressants

Masterlist

So first of all, I have a hard time imagining all four men are alphas

Primarily because I believe in the gospel that is Omega Soap

The idea of being underestimated because of his designation, of being rebellious of authority due to it and rising the ranks to prove his commanding officers wrong, of possibly even concealing himself because of the stereotypes involved is GOLD

Soap is also an attention whore, is very tactile and affectionate and outgoing, and I just feel like Omega suits him better than Alpha or Beta

We don't need to argue about Price. This man is an Alpha. No debate. Assured. Commanding. Feral. Protective. Yet gentle and indulgent when he can be.

Gaz I think can be pretty versatile, but for the sake of team dynamics and figuring out how they all blend together, Beta suits him best. He's calmer, keeps his cool under fire, and is in many ways more emotionally attuned than Soap. He's a steadying presence that's needed within the volatility of the other three, and they adore him endlessly for it

Ghost, for the sake of these headcanons, is an Alpha. However I think there's a whole realm of exploration in regards to him being a hidden omega. Details on that at a later time.

You, however, are an Omega

You, like Soap, concealed your designation in the military to avoid questions. You take a rigorous amount of suppressants, allow yourself to be perceived as a beta. Under the radar. Quiet. Reserved. Trying to not draw attention.

That changes when you're in the field with the 141 and things go very very badly.

It's an extended mission. You'd packed a month's worth of heat suppressants, can live off the lower quality ones given in supply drops along the way. You're there as an asset, a specialist, and there's a distance between you and the team that you don't mind. As long as you don't attract their attention and reveal yourself things will be fine

Except they aren't fine. In fact, they go to shit

Your camp is ambushed. You lose your kit in the scuffle, try to scramble for it under the hail of gunfire but Ghost grabs you by the scruff and snarls to leave it

You have no choice. You're hauled away, watching your kit vanish into the darkness, your heat suppressants alongside it

It takes a few days for the effects to settle in, and when they do it's hard

You haven't had a heat in years, and the withdrawal of the supplements you've been swallowing gives you a withdrawal whiplash that sends you into a delirious, feverish haze

You try and push them away, try and say you're fine, but you've been made

Soap is the first to figure it out. He knows that scent like he knows himself. He plays arbitrator alongside Gaz, tries to keep you hydrated and fed, keeps Ghost and Price well at bay. They're respectful, of course, sympathetic no doubt, but they're glad for Gaz and Soap running interference

Unfortunately it becomes clear pretty fast that things are quite dire

You've been taking illegal suppressants for far too long in an attempt to conceal your designation. They're illegal for a reason, because once your supply runs out, the heat you go through could be fatal

Price intervenes first

He's gentle, reassuring, firm in your feverish, wrecked state. You look at him with watery eyes, drink in his scent and beg him please-

He gives you what you need. Slow, firm thrusts, dragging wanting little cries from you as he ruts you with precise, rolling presses of his hips into yours

He has Gaz on standby, makes sure that his captain doesn't hurt you, doesn't lose himself. Your head is braced on his lap, your tears of pleasure wiped away by his thumbs as he hushes you "I know. I know doll. You're okay. Gonna take care of you."

It's not enough. You're consumed by sickening heat, and eventually Ghost is forced to step in too

He fills the ache in way Price is reluctant to, refuses to do as your superior officer. Ghost involves himself in the role, tells himself it's to save you, to keep you alive

But when you moan and whine under him so pretty like that, he has a hard time holding back

After, Soap holds you, shushes into your hair as you whimper and whine, as Ghost and Price debate about abandoning the mission so they can call for med-evac. It's Soap's hands on you that help quell the ache, provide a brief respite from the all consuming blaze inside you

It takes days for your heat to settle, and in those days you're lost in a buttery haze of flesh and wetness and moans as the men try and see to you, try and tell themselves it's only clinical, try to refuse the fact that they're falling for you

You wake up back at base, and in the days that follow you barely leave your room, waiting for you to be called down to someone's office and dismissed from your role, turned out of the military for hiding your designation

Instead you're summoned by Price, and in his office are the others

"No one will ever know." He promises you, low and sincere. "You have our protection as long as you want it."

You know years later that this was the moment you accepted your fate, took a single step towards them that would lead to the claims against your skin, each of them bearing your own mark in turn. Claimed.

In this moment you look up at them, again echo that singular desperate plea for them to stay.

"Please."

#poly 141 x reader #omegaverse #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #omegaverse dynamics #thursday night thots #I have many. Many thoughts about omegaverse 141 dynamics #I have invested far too much time into this please PLEASE don't get me started #gender nuetral reader

[draconic-ichor]

Rut Part 2

Elden Ring Smut fic

Part 2

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral female reviving, rut cycles, breeding kink, fingering, nipple play, light predator/prey dynamics, knotting, cream pie, dirty talk, use of aphrodisiacs, implied impregnation

Summary: Now that the Lady Tarnished knows her husband goes through ruts every few years she’s determined to enjoy it to its fullest this time around…

Feedback appreciated, strong 18+, this is even filthier than the first part >:3

Par t 1

“But Mama, I wanna come with you.” Maddox whined, gold eyes glassy.

“You must stay here and keep Petra safe.” The Lady Tarnished cooed, running her fingers through his silvery curls.

“How long will you be gone?” He asked, clinging onto her skirts.

“Only a week, the time will fly by.” She answered, straightening your look to Petra.

The misbegotten padded up, agreeing, “W-We will have so m-much fun.” She nodded again, “D-Do not w-worry.”

Maddox reluctantly let go of his mother, shuffling to Petra’s side. The Lady’s heart twisted with guilt, but this would be the first real trip with her husband since the prince was born.

Morgott entered the room to say his goodbyes to the boy, scooping him up. Maddox gave his father a sad little head bump to the forehead.

At dawn the couple entered an oversized wagon, beginning their journey.

“How are you?” She asked, hand coming to rest on Morgott’s thigh.

His muscles were tense under his robes. His breath hitched a little at her touch, “I am…acceptable.”

The tarnished’s mouth was a thin line, “Is it near?”

“Aye…” he nodded tightly, “A day off, perhaps less.”

Morgott’s rut was quickly approaching, an event that only plagued him every few years. The Lady Tarnished had the foresight to plan out a little vacation of sorts. This trip allowed a more controllable level of privacy, despite the armed guards. It was in part because the tarnished wanted Morgott to let loose, see what he was truly capable of; but also in part to avoid the embarrassing intrusion from their overly inquisitive son.

They had located a small cabin far off in the Altus Plateau’s wilderness. Knights had rode off ahead to clear the area of any dangers. Even though this was to be a private vacation, the capital couldn’t just risk both their GodLord and King on personal whims or wishes. The knights agreed to stay as far away as safely possible to give them their wanted solitude.

The wagon passed the line of defense, the stationed guards nodded to the Lady as they passed.

As they continued on, Morgott murmured, “They are about a thousand paces out from our cabin.”

“Think it will be enough?”

“By the Erdtree, I pray it so!” He scoffed, adding, “By what quarter art thou planning on brooking mineself?

The Lady Tarnished flashed a smile mischievous enough to put a fanged imp to shame. “None.” She purred.

Morgott rolled his eyes, turning to watch the scenery in an effort not give her flirting attention. He heard her giggle.

~

The cabin was quaint, sturdy and safe. It wasn’t opulent but would suffice for their needs well enough. The Lady Tarnished began to unpack as Morgott did a last look around the immediate area.

The tarnished had a special outfit made specifically for this occasion. Morgott had thought it would be some type of lingerie, but was surprised to see her adorning an armor of sorts.

She tightened leather thigh guards, arm guards to follow. She saw him watching her curiously. She flashed him a smile, “I thought some extra protection would be more practical.” She patted the leather, “Let you truly have your way with me.”

Morgott swallowed, wanting to take her now, seeing all her sensitive parts on display. The dark leather contrasted beautifully with her gold flecked skin.

Seeing his inner struggles she clicked her tongue, “Go get prepared, I’ll send up a flare when I’m ready.”

He nodded quickly, going for the door. Before he could leave however, she called after him, “Don’t hold back, once the chase starts.”

Morgott felt a shiver run up his spine, needing to leave her presence before ruining all their plans prematurely.

Now alone and dressed she pulled a secret parcel free from her bags. Opening it, she found a glass vial full of herbs. The tarnished smiled like a fanged imp.

The perfumer had guaranteed the concoction’s potency. As the tarnished crushed the herbs, rubbing them deep into her skin, their smell even made her head spin. A rush of heat wet her core, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin. She rushed to finish up, running out into the trees.

Sunlight dappled over her skin, dancing through the leaves of the trees. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment for a fleeting moment; realizing just how naked she truly was, not to mention everything else she hoped to transpire.

Lifting her hand to the air she sent off a fountain of golden sparks from her fingertips. She was careful to make sure they breached the tree line overhead. As soon as she signaled the start she was off; running through the trees, intent on making this interesting.

Bare feet hammered against the earth, Morgott moved deftly through the trees despite his larger size. His good eye was dilated, shifting back and forth in search of any flash of gold. The shrill call of a bird sounded ahead, making him change course.

The scent of his little tarnished caught his nose, nostrils flaring. Her smell was all over the trunk of a great oak. He bent forward, breathing it in deeply. His blood pulsed hungrily. She was heavy with arousal, sending his own into overdrive. Something more earthy and heady hidden in the layers of her scent, causing him to flash his fangs.

He was a predator, moving swiftly after his prey. This was primal, wild and untamed in the way that made his heart hammer within his rib cage. Senses heightened to the sharpness of a razor, the years seemed to melt from him in his high. Morgott stripped away his robes long ago, them feeling too hot and restrictive. The scent of the tarnished grew in intensity. Movements quickened, knowing his prize was close.

The tarnished pushed herself to keep moving, despite her instincts to hide away. The snapping of twigs made a shiver run up her spine, the only thing big enough to cause such a ruckus the precise creature she was avoiding. She felt like a doe, leaping over fallen logs and ducking free of low hanging branches.

She had to pause, catching her breath against a tree, leaning against the thick oak wood. He would brook her no quarter, however. The tarnished listening as her husband inched ever closer.

Darting away she began running once more. It seemed like only a few moments, breaking into a small grassy clearing. Large hands suddenly enveloped her, causing a squeak to escape her lips.

He trapped her, hands tangling into her form. She was pulled flush against him, feeling the heat beneath his fur instantly. Her breath caught in her throat as his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

Nostrils flaring, he breathed deep the herbs rubbed into her skin. The tarnished felt a shudder wrack through his body.

Cock pulsed hungrily, smearing pre over her lower back. Morgott’s cursed blood was set aflame, feeling his rut flare.

Whatever the herbs did to her they affected Morgott tenfold. He dragged his teeth over her skin, tongue lashing out to bathe over her pulse point.

A moan slipped past her lips, his palms smoothing over her curves.

“You caught me.” She smiled breathily.

He bit into her skin at that, growl vibrating into her flesh. He won, and could take his prize.

His hands trailed back up her form, stopping at her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them from behind, listening to the pleasured purr she made. It turned quickly into a sharp moan as each of his thumbs and forefingers caught a peaked nipple, pinching and rolling the pebbled flesh.

Although the sounds were as beautiful as the most composed music, their amusement was paled in the wake of the all consuming lust.

Morgott flipped her around, catching her lips before she could speak. They kissed feverishly as he wrestled her to the ground.

Back against grass, he loomed over her. Like a true beast, eyes blown out to hungry blackness.

The tarnished shivered with anticipation, feeling a thread of slick ooze from her aching hole.

He was quick to notice, hands grabbing her thighs and forcing her legs wide. She mewled, face flushing at being spread bare in the middle of the wilderness.

She didn’t have long to suffer those worries, whatever energy was allotted to modesty was quickly diverted as her hips were lifted from the earth.

Her lower half dangled in her lover’s hold, hot breath fanning over her cunt as he drew her closer to his face. He held tightly to her thigh and her ass, breathing in her scent. Unable to hold back anymore he dove in, licking a molten strip from ass to clit.

The tarnished tensed, feeling that telltale pressure already building in her core.

Her taste was intoxicating, tongue burying deep into her hole to lick up more slick. He held her hips off the ground higher, pushing into her more. The tarnished cried and mewled as that coil tightened behind her navel with ever stroke of his tongue. He growled into her flesh, the vibration rocking through her core.

“P-Please!” She begged.

Morgott withdrew, spit and slick trailing from her hole to his mouth, glancing up with heavy lidded eyes. Breath huffing out over her, labored as his rut thickened in his gut. His lips found her clit, sucking on it before diving back between her folds.

Her body finally snapped, ripping up grass as she came. Her release gushed into his mouth, Morgott quick to lap it away like the sweetest honey. His tongue drawing pleasure from her through her orgasm.

He kept devouring her until her body was overcome with overstimulation. She made a pained sound, Morgott breaking away mercifully. He sat her back down, the tarnished a mess. She focused on calming her heartbeat, core spasming around nothing.

She didn’t notice when he moved, reaching for her discarded belt. Pulling a flask of crimson tears free, Morgott used the last shreds of his control to gently take her chin in his free hand.

She looked up at him with dewy eyes, unfocused and dark. His face was wet with her release. He urged her lips open, tilting the flask over her mouth. A few drops found her tongue, enough to pull her back into alertness.

Morgott sat back on his haunches, eyes never leaving her. He tipped the remainder of the crimson liquid over his dripping cock. It tingled his skin, rubbing it down with his fist to ensure it was good and slicked down.

She was pliant under his palms as he pushed her back more into the grass, hooking his forearms under her knees and folding her damn near in half. The Lady gasped as her toes were pointed straight to the sky.

Not able to hold back any longer, he sunk his cock halfway into her cunt in one fluid motion. The crimson liquid coating his member soothed the discomfort that arose from the sudden intrusion. His hips began to move, stuffing more and more of himself into her with each push. It didn’t take long for the tarnished to writhe with wanton lust under him, spurring him on.

“I’m going to breed thee.” He promised breathlessly, hips never stopping. He was very swiftly losing himself, knot banging against her entrance with every thrust.

She was reduced to mindless babbling, cunt gripping tighter around him at his words.

His mind chanted his claim over her, knowing this first round wouldn’t last.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Neither could be brought to care, this only the first of many couplings they would share over the coming days. They had no plans, no responsibility for the next four days, besides enjoying his rut to the fullest. And oh, they were going to make good on that one plan.

Morgott’s hips bucked faster, pushing harder against her opening. The tarnished’s thighs trembled around his forearms, panting pleas as she felt his end approaching. She writhed wanton under him.

His knot entered her with a sinful pop, thrusts reduced to shallow movements. Fingers dug into the leather over her thighs tighter, bruises sure to bloom despite the armor.

“Release on my cock.” He huffed, fur fluffing up along his spine, “Make a mess of me.” He begged.

It was rare to hear him talk so lewdly, only doing so when truly losing himself. And he was quite gone currently.

It sent her crashing into a hard orgasm, vision going white as a scream was torn from her lungs. Morgott felt her squirt out over him, pushing him to rut into her harder.

Instinct drove his hips: to knot, to buck, to breed. The primal want to stuff what was his full had his balls drawing up, body tightening as that coil deep in his gut snapped.

The sound that ripped from his throat was almost pained, cock spurting out in thick ropes to paint her walls white. His sanity clinged on by frayed edges, muscles twitching in time with every milking ripple of her cunt.

His cries with his release were lost on her ears, too deep in her own pleasure. She absolutely writhed under him, overstimulated and swelling full with his seed.

He released her legs, hands palming the ground in an effort to hold himself up. Breathes were labored ragged huffs.

Morgott made a tiny sound, akin to a whimper, dipping his head down to nuzzle his little tarnished. She reeked of sweat and sex, they both did, but beneath that heavy layer the spiced floral scent that was her still remained. His nose was to the crown of her head, breathing in that scent. It was deeply calming.

The tarnished finally came down enough to slip back into reality. She reached for him, fingers soft as she raced the line of his jaw. He purred at her touch, cock pulsing a bit from its lock in her flesh.

“I’m alright.” She soothed, voice scratchy from overuse.

“I didn’t hurt thee?” He pressed, sinking to his elbows to cage her in protectively.

“Just a bit sore.” She admitted, pulling him even closer to press a kiss to his lips.

He accepted gently. For the moment, the fires in his blood were a soft hum. Once his knot allowed freedom his rut would crescendo once more. But for now he could enjoy the tenderness, and the Lady Tarnished could catch her breath.

~

In just a few months time the couple realized just how well Morgott made on his promises, as the Lady’s stomach began to swell.

#elden ring smut #spicy dabbles #spicy stuff #morgott smut #morgott/tarnished #dabbles #tarnished oc

[papus-clown-enclosure]

Not me having a dream about my parents finding the nsfw doodles i made on my tablet then having some guy on youtube i watch cover for me and take the fall

Told my folks it was a prank, and then the asshole changed the settings so the icons and the background look like all wonky and like some meme fever dream

#papuka rambles #i started doodling not that my laptop died #been dabbling into spicy doodles #no i will not show them bc theyre not good and im embarrassed #but its mostly my oc and some blorbo man #and maybe them together #anyways whay kind of twisted catholic guilt was that

[am-i-interrupting]

Hi, I was just wondering if you could do fem!reader x Vox, Alastor, Lucyfer (separately) when reader cooks/bakes something for them (since I'm in culinary school). I want so bad to see their reactions on their meal. It can be something sweet or salty - your choice :)

I really like your work, you just do it so well♡

Thank you in advace.

If you like what I’m doing consider tipping me for priority requests & access to characters I don’t usually write for.

Alastor

Alastor considers himself a rather good cook. He also has very specific tastes.

It takes a lot to impress him but it is manageable.

He’s never downright mean unless it’s downright awful (like you burnt milk somehow)

However, he is somewhat firm in his opinions.

He gives critiques when you make anything that’s not specifically creole which normally boils down to “not bloody enough” or “measure spice with your heart, not a recipe.”

If you do make him things that originate from creole culture, he is in the kitchen with you.

He’s looking over your shoulder, never saying anything but making small noises of impressed or disapproval.

Those are the dishes where his critique is actually helpful.

The day he actually closes his eyes with a sigh is the day you know you’ve done something right.

Lucifer

Lucifer dabbles in cooking just a bit. Not a lot. He can cook simple things but he can cook.

He will be easily impressed.

You made homemade brownies? You’re so amazing and great and talented!

You made rolls? On everything unholy, you are the most impressive thing on earth. (Hit me up if you want a copycat Texas Roadhouse roll recipe. I’ve been hit up for it.)

He is just constantly impressed and constantly singing your praises.

He would go to Bee and ask her if she would add any restaurants you may want to have to her BeeEats app options.

Of course Bee says yes.

You get all the funding you want if owning a restaurant or bakery is on your wish list.

You will soon be known as the best chef in Hell.

Vox

Vox’s good palette is very bland.

Yes, he can enjoy some Italian food or French food or fast food or really just white food.

This man can’t handle anything spicy.

He can’t.

At all.

Don’t make him spicy food. He will think he’s dying a second time.

He does know how to cook though. Knows more than Lucifer but less than Alastor.

Because of that, he’s not going to be giving you pointers on how to better cook but he will watch.

He likes to watch you cook. It’s soothing.

If you’re open to it, he might even get you a cooking show spot or at the very least a guest star spot.

He’s impressed by your cooking, certainly but he will try to act like he’s just mildly impressed when in fact he’s more impressed than that.

“Mmm, that’s good, doll.” Meanwhile he’s just vibrating on the inside.

If you like what I’m doing consider commissioning me for canon/canon stories AND personalized canon/reader stories.

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[soulchronicity]

I now realize I’ve let loose a non-native species (Johnny Ghostus) into your mental ecosystem in which they have no natural predators. I’m … still not sorry but I do sympathize 🧡. Enjoy your invasive species. :)

#queries #doodle dabble #my sona #[spicy chicken nugget] #i have been really enjoying the new hyperfixation though #thank you for telling me about it #i now live in constant fear of jimmy casket becoming real but it happens #ive also already decided i will be johnny ghost for halloween this year. i know its a bit early but i! dont care

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

Naughty Little Secret Pt.1

Reactions of Genshin men finding your spicy literature.

Ft. Diluc, Cyno and Thoma 

(PART 2) Ft. Childe, Albedo, and Alhaitham (PART 3) Ft. Scaramouche, Itto, and Xiao

Tags: PG-13, Sexual Themes, GN!Reader, Technically SFW, Crushes, Flustered boys 4 lyfe, Fluff? Notes: Dabbling my toesies into some saucier content. Part two will be out soon, possibly tomorrow. Will be linked above once done. THX! (Repost)

Diluc

You'd been lent the book by another maid. The buzz surrounding a new romance novel was overwhelmingly positive and you would be lying to say you weren’t curious too. It wouldn't hurt to just have a small peek at it during your break. After setting some tea to boil, you made yourself comfortable and began to immerse yourself into the reading. 

It begins with a forbidden love. A shining knight that only knew hardships, and a princess that was betrothed to a wicked king for diplomatic gain. You smiled a little, it was clear why the maids of manor had taken a liking to the story. The brooding knight reminded you immensely of the young master of Dawn Winery. When you read the kind but stoic interactions, you could only fondly picture Diluc. You were quite close to him, and often even found him charming. It amused you to imagine a knightly Diluc going out on little adventures. 

Inevitably, the knight could not hold back the weight of love any longer. He swept up the princess in his strong arms, and held her in a moment of passion. The knight left a trail of kisses up the princesses neck, his tongue grazing her sweetly soft enticing skin. The princess begged for more and, by duty, he was happy to oblige. Rough calloused hands roamed up her dress and hungry lips claimed hers as she was guided onto the bed. The princess shuttered when his body laid atop of hers and felt the prominent bulge of his- OH MY! 

You quickly set down the book and took a breath to calm your heart. Maybe imagining the protagonist as your boss wasn’t the best idea. A kettle screaming from the kitchen snapped you from your thoughts. "Oh no the tea!" You exclaimed while hurrying into the other room to stop it from boiling over.

-

“Is everything alright?” Diluc entered the small dining area, only to see no one was present. He'd been sure he had heard a high pitch noise just then. Ever diligent, the man spared a moment to take a look for himself. Nothing seem out of the ordinary... except an open book discarded on the table. He picked it up and briefly scanned the pages. Nothing suspicious, it was just a novel and- Oh. It seems he might have stumbled onto something more.... private.

You entered the room through the opposite door, tea in hand. When you met eyes with Diluc, who was still holding your smutty novel, you froze in place. You stared at one another with widened eyes, as if neither knowing what to do next. Diluc was the first to break the silence.

“Ah, Y/N I apologize. I never meant to disturb you on your break. I’ll leave you to your... uh, reading here.” Diluc tried to keep his composure but it was clear by the slight hue on his ears that he had read some of its contents.

“Master Diluc, It’s not what it looks like. I um... was holding this for a friend I swear!” You half lied, but your tone growing desperate to save face. “I mean, I didn’t- I don’t.... I- Uh- Oh archons.” You blabbered on, not able to keep any of your composure. Your face was in your hands and you could feel how much heat was coming off your flushing face. Diluc could see clearly how utterly embarrassed you were. He would never say so, but he was honestly quite endeared at how flustered a little book could get you. Your reactions were always pretty cute. As a result, it was near impossible to resist teasing you only just a little. 

“Y/N, you needn’t worry.” Diluc spoke softly, taking a couple steps toward you so that he could gently pull your hands away from your face. He bent slightly so he could face you at eye level, still holding both your hands gingerly in his. “I wouldn’t dream of telling a soul, it’ll be our secret.” His voice was low, speaking loud enough for only you to hear. Even while teasing you, his Crimson eyes held an unexpected amount of genuineness for his promise to you. 

Needless to say, your next reactions were the highlight of Diluc’s week.

Cyno

Cyno could tell you were hiding something from him. Since you were one of his main informants, he had to know the nature of the secrets you kept. There were few people, especially in the Akademiya, that the man could truly trust. After years of working along side you, he held an abundance of respect and trust in you. The General Mahamatra had seen countless good people be led astray by those who were already corrupt. If he found this to be the case for you, he would deliver justice by his own hands to prevent you from becoming its next victim. The more he thought about you, the sooner the matter became a priority. 

You spent more time in your office than ever before. As an informant of the Matra, this wouldn’t be a strange behavior for you. You had plenty of data and intel to process through on a daily basis. It was also pretty meticulous work, yet you always managed put together detailed and insightful reports. You really were an asset that Cyno couldn’t afford to loose, but it became suspicious how recluse you were now. Typically you would share tea, chat, or play a match of Genius Invokation TCG with the Mahamatra after closing out an investigation report. Even while awaiting feedback from other matra, you would welcome into your office and pretend to roll your eyes at Cyno's newest batch of jokes (even though he could clearly see you chuckling a little). Yet recently, you declined every interaction outside your obligated matra duties. Once you reported your findings to Cyno, you would swiftly shoo the man from your office and shut the door behind him. This simply could not go on. He had to get to the bottom of this shift in behavior. 

Cyno tried to peering in through a vantage point, but you deliberately shut your office curtains when alone. He began to monitor the coming and going from your office but, and to his surprise, every person was also sent away in a similar fashion. There had to be something going on. The first breakthrough appeared when you were observed leaving to lunch, clutching something close to your chest....a book. There were plenty of forbidden volumes in the Akademiya's archives, was it possible you had gotten a hold of something confidential? Or maybe, you were getting caught up in researching a restricted area of knowledge? If this was the case, he had to convince you stop before you crossed a point of no return.

You were to deliberate keep the book close by most of the time, but Cyno bided his time eventually found his opening. An underling knocked on your door, coming to inform you of a last-minute meeting that required your attendance. Professionalism overrode your needs of secrecy. You immediately followed the scholar without a second glance to the door you had forgotten to close. Cyno wasted no time entering your office, otherwise he might have hesitated to invade your privacy. As expected, the book in question was open on your desk as if you had just been reading from it. The general’s piercing eyes decisively scanned the texts that he assumed to be corrupting you.

-

That was a weird meeting. You thought while heading back to your office. They urgently required your attention for... a department pep talk? It was pretty irksome, but at least it was quick. You were able to head back and finish that juicy chapter. It was just getting to such a romantic scene! Out in the wilderness, huddling for warmth with a creature of the night, and the romantic tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. You were picturing how the protagonist would react to the inhuman ferocity of the other’s devotion when they.... Is that Cyno outside your office? 

“Y/N” Cyno addresses formally as he spotted you. His posture was notably pointed and stiff. “I wanted to personally offer you my apologies. I had been wrong in my assumptions of your involvement in misconduct.”

“Misconduct? Regarding what?” You questioned incredulously. How had you of all people end up on the General Mahamatra’s radar?

“I... had reason to believe that you were undergoing research into topics prohibited by Akademiya.” Your eyes widened, he couldn’t possibly mean- “Upon further investigation, I have concluded that your studies of human and supernatural being fornication are not formally forbidden by-” You shove Cyno into your office and shut the door quickly behind you. 

“Keep your voice down!” You hissed at him, face burning so hot you were sure your skin would melt off. “That book is private, I don’t want the whole Akademiya knowing!” 

“If that’s what you wish, I’ll be sure to exercise discretion.” Cyno stated, trying to recompose himself as well. Although his exterior remained cool and collected, the small dusting of pink detected on his cheeks indicated otherwise. Oh archons, how much did he read???

“I will not speak of the...confidential information. But If you’ll allow it, I request to still have access to your company as you are conducting your ongoing research.” Cyno asked far too formally to be able to hang out in your office, even while you read your dirty book. 

Thoma

The afternoon turned to sunset and Thoma was just finishing his housekeeping duties at the Kamisato estate. Last but not least on his list was a quick sweep of the front entrance. It was to be treated with upmost importance, just like everything he had done that day. It was important that anyone visiting the estate was received into a tidy space, to do otherwise might be seen as a sign of disrespect. He got right to work! It wasn’t hard by any means, just a few leaves here, a bit of sand there, and a book laying around. ...Wait a book? 

Thoma stopped and curiously eyed the book abandoned on the wooden slats. Did someone forget this here? Well it would be best if he took it inside for safe keeping, he could search for the owner later. The blond bent down to pick up the unassuming paperback. Turning it around in his hands, he couldn’t help but notice the beautiful art on its cover. A dragon wove around the title text and velvety looking roses were dotted across the front of the volume. Wow. He had never seen such a theatrical book cover before. 

Curiosity burned Thoma’s fingertips and he considered that perhaps in reading a passage or two, he may receive a clue as to who the owner might be. It didn’t take much more reasoning than that to get the excitable boy sitting down and opening up to the first page. 

A descendant of dragon linage took up the sword to protect her clan. She banded together with humans and youkai alike to fight against a being of higher power. Thoma was immediately enthralled by the intense plot, quickly forgetting the purpose of his snooping. He eagerly continued and consumed chapter after chapter in a matter of hours. The protagonist, narrowly escaping the clutches of their last battle, was approached by their closest attendant. A confrontation about their carelessness arose. A reserved warrior, that often came off cold and aloof, scolded the protag for throwing themselves into danger and almost sacrificing themselves. The debate was heated and lashing words morphed into fierce confessions. Thoma ate up every word of the romantic sub-plot. He continued reading as a passionate kiss quickly tumbled into a steamy affair. Desperate hands grabbed at one another, and hasted ‘I love you’s were exchanged over the battlefield. She yearned to feel the warmth of the other, aches with every rub of friction. A hand surges forward to unsheathe his- Thoma shut the book abruptly when he heard your footsteps approaching. He tucked the book behind him and turned to face you, his cheeks brightly flushed. 

“Hi Thoma! You haven’t seen a book laying around have you? I think I left it around here earlier.” You ask nonchalantly to the sweating housekeeper. 

“Your book?” Dots were being connected in the blond’s mind and he really couldn’t manage out any other words. Thoma gave up trying to mutter any kind of excuse and simply held the book out to you. His eyes were downcast in shame, refusing to meet yours. You silently looked down at your paperback in this hand and then back up at him. 

“You read it?” You asked carefully, a bit embarrassed. It was obvious by his reaction that he had already gotten to one of the more... intimate scenes. Wait... that doesn't happen until chapter ten of the novel. Just how much did he actually get through?

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry into your-” 

“Did you like it?” You cut him off, excitedly awaiting his opinion. The boy looked like he'd drop dead right there.

“Ah, I didn’t get to- I mean they were about to but I-” Thoma blabbered out, still trying to be a gentleman while discussing this kind of thing with you. It wasn’t that he had disliked reading THAT. But how was he supposed to convey that to you without...

“Pffft- I’m talking about the story, ya dork. Isn’t the world building amazing?” You chuckled a little at his expense. Thoma paused for a moment, and couldn't help but let out a small laugh himself. He calmed slightly from his flustered state and happily resumed discussing the plot with you. It was the start of a quite unexpected book club. 

<A/N: Don't look at me.>

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Someday

A/N: Happy Cody Day!

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 526

Warnings and tags: straight fluff; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with the man you are absolutely not supposed to be with.

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Shore leave mornings were your favorite. They were too rare, these golden, stolen moments with Cody when you didn’t need to sneak past security holocams or explain your presence outside the marshal commander’s quarters to overzealous troopers patrolling the hallways of the Negotiator. Mornings like these were to be savored, and you hoarded them like the precious treasure they were. No comlinks, no datapads. Just slow, lazy hours sipping caf that hadn’t come from an industrial machine and reveling in the quiet intimacy of time alone with your lover.

Cody was reading a volume of Venestrian poetry—an actual flimsi edition he’d found in some charity shop in the Mid-Levels. You lay on the sofa with your legs draped across his lap, dabbling lazily with a piece of charcoal in your sketchbook. At that precise moment, you were trying to capture the exact way the warm sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains caught on the planes of his cheekbones and cast deep shadows on the hollows of his face. It was a futile task if ever there was one, but still, it gave you an excuse to admire him openly.

The only sounds were the soft scratch of charcoal on paper, the occasional rustle of a turning page, and the music playing quietly from your favorite holoradio station. The song ended, and a new one began, its melody hauntingly familiar.

“I love this song,” you murmured absently.

He glanced at you, then set aside his book. “Dance with me.”

“Hmm?” you asked, startled.

“Dance with me,” he repeated in a low voice.

He tugged the sketchbook gently out of your hand, then trailed his fingers up your wrist. With a tiny smile, you shifted your legs off his lap, and he stood, offering his hand to help you up. He pulled you to your feet and seamlessly into his arms, swaying in time to the slow beat just as the singer’s lovely, wistful voice joined the instruments.

“Is that Ryl?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “She’s singing about…”

You trailed off, keenly self-conscious about your tendency to monologue. He smoothed his hand up your shoulder and stroked his thumb across your clavicle softly.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “What is she saying?”

“She’s singing about all the lovely, distant places she wishes to see—Naboo; the temple ruins at Jedha, Cantonica; Scarif; Rugosa. She wants to experience them all instead of just staying at home on Coruscant.”

“Does she ever go?” he asked.

“No. It’s a song about longing, not about doing.”

“That sounds sad.”

You considered for a moment. “I don’t think it’s sad or happy, either one.”

“No?”

“It’s more like daydreaming or wishing.”

He gazed pensively into your eyes, tracing his thumb up the side of your throat. “Is that what you wish for?”

You shrugged. “It's not like we haven't seen our share of the galaxy.”

“I wouldn't exactly call what we do sightseeing,” he observed drily.

“True,” you laughed. “Maybe when the war is over, we can see it together.”

“Mmm.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Sounds nice. No more fighting. No more hiding. No more pretending.”

“I know,” you sighed. “Someday.”

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[dystopia-incognito]

Male Werewolf x Female Reader

Warning: NSFW (minors DNI) contains sex/dubcon A short spicy story of 1,977 words about a young woman encountering a werewolf.

A little side note: I NEVER write, I'm a nervous wreck for just posting this. That being said.. I wrote this little dabble specifically for a very special person the night before their birthday as a surprise and I might never actually finish it. Do enjoy it for what it is, though! <3

Freedom. In a tranquil corner of the world, nestled by the edge of a serene lake, Y/N found her escape from the bustling village that had kept her busy for far too long. The cool, inviting water lapped gently at her feet as she sat on the grassy shore, her emotions swirling like a symphony. It was the first sensation that washed over her. As her toes touched the water's surface, she felt liberated. Here, away from the ceaseless demands of her family and the never-ending chores of the village, she could finally breathe. By this quiet lake, she could be herself, unburdened by obligations. She smiled and hiked up her modest dress a little higher to not get it wet, the lush grass beneath her bare legs seemed to embrace her like a lover. Overhead, the leaves rustled like ancient scrolls, and the rhythmic ripples of the lake provided a soothing lullaby. In this moment, she merged seamlessly with the natural world, an integral part of a harmonious landscape. The water's gentle caress on her ankles brought forth sheer delight. She wiggled her toes, savouring the exquisite sensation. With each movement, every ripple she created in the water, she found a wellspring of unadulterated joy. Her laughter echoed, blending harmoniously with the songs of the birds in the nearby trees. Her gaze was drawn to the horizon, where the sun's golden glow painted the sky with hues of orange and pink. Her thoughts wandered to the future, where dreams and aspirations converged. Her heart swelled with optimism and a sense of adventure, as if the world itself were an open book, waiting for her to write its next chapter. It was a future where her heart would find its truest desires, where every sunrise held the promise of new adventures, and where her spirit would soar unburdened.

As the sun descended lower, casting elongated shadows across the water's surface, she closed her eyes for a moment. The soft breeze gently played with her hair and gently kissed her cheeks, carrying the fragrant scent of the surrounding pines. It was a tranquil pause, a chance to gather her thoughts amidst the serenity of her secluded haven. But as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest clearing in a deepening twilight, she suddenly became aware of a presence. It was a sensation she couldn't ignore, a feeling that sent a shiver down her spine. Beyond the familiar forest clearing that had always felt like her refuge, something new and unsettling had emerged.

The tranquil harmony of nature seemed disrupted as if an intruder had entered this sacred space. She stood up slowly, brushing her out of her face, slipping hastily into her boots, her heart pounding with an inexplicable mixture of curiosity and trepidation. She scanned the tree line, her eyes straining to pierce the gathering darkness. And there, between the dense shrubbery and shadowy trees, she saw it— a pair of eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The intensity of their gaze sent a chill through her, and she felt a sense of foreboding. She considered the possibilities: perhaps it was a lone wolf, their eyes reflecting the fading light. Or, in the depths of her imagination, a more ominous thought took root— a creature of legend and terror.

As she slowly retreated from the water's edge, she couldn't tear her eyes away from those glowing orbs in the darkness. Her instincts told her to be cautious, to respect the untamed wildness of the forest, and to tread carefully as she made her way home. With each step, she couldn't shake the feeling that the presence she had sensed was something beyond the ordinary, something that had been drawn to the tranquil haven she had sought for solace and reflection. The mystery of those glowing eyes haunted her thoughts as she ventured back toward the village, journeying through the forest's depths. With a heart pounding in her chest, she hurriedly attempted to make her way back through the dark forest.

Fear of the possible threat had her senses on edge, and as she ventured deeper, an unsettling disorientation began to grip her. The once-familiar forest now felt foreign, as if the trees had rearranged themselves while her attention was drawn to the mysterious presence by the lake. Thick greenery pressed in from all sides, making it difficult to discern one path from another. The foliage seemed to conspire, creating an eerie sameness that made every turn look alike. Her footsteps, once confident, now faltered as uncertainty took hold. Panic threatened to consume her as she feared she had strayed from her familiar way home. The forest's natural beauty had transformed into an intimidating maze, where every tree and every shadow appeared as a deceptive mirror image of the last. As the encroaching darkness deepened, she battled her rising anxiety, pushing her body through the underbrush, trying to remember the landmarks she'd used countless times to navigate these woods.

It was a race against time and her fear, an urgent attempt to find her way back to the safety of the village before the night's secrets fully unfurled, and her fear of the unknown became a reality. As the unsettling sense of being stalked by what she could only assume to be a werewolf tightened its grip on her, she felt a growing unease that urged her to flee. Panic and adrenaline coursed through her veins, driving her to her feet as she started running through the dark forest. With each pounding step, her surroundings grew increasingly unfamiliar. Trees loomed like shadowy sentinels, and the underbrush seemed to tangle at her feet. She ran aimlessly, her heart thundering in her chest as she picked up speed, the urgency of escape driving her forward. In the oppressive darkness, the sound of her breath and the rush of her footsteps filled her ears. But then, she began to hear something else— a haunting, primal sound echoing through the trees. It was the unmistakable sound of pursuit, the creature she had feared drawing nearer with each passing moment.

The relentless rhythm of its power and grace echoed in her ears, a chilling reminder of the danger that chased her through the labyrinthine forest. She dared not glance back, for the terror had become all too real, her only thought was to find her way to safety in this perilous game of survival amidst the darkness. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her limbs failing her as she ran through the forest, her breath ragged and laboured, each step became a monumental effort. In her desperate flight, she suddenly tripped over a gnarled root, sprawling to the forest floor. Pain seared through her, but adrenaline surged through her veins. She scrambled to get up but hit the ground again, exhausted she realized, her escape had come to a heartbreaking halt.

Her body refused to obey her commands, with trembling limbs she lay there, chest heaving as she fought her burning lungs to breathe. She snapped her head up to look around, her nightmare had vanished into the shadows but she knew it was only a matter of time before it would catch up to her again. Willing herself to move, she managed to roll onto her back, peering into the direction she had come from as her eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding her. Long minutes passed, and then over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears, she heard it — rustling of leaves and twigs, the eerie whisper of fur against the night air. The werewolf, with one giant leap, emerged from the shadows and fixed its feral eyes upon her.

Frozen in fear, she felt unable to breathe, dwarfed by its imposing size, she could feel the creature's hot breath as it drew near on all fours, coming as close as to hover over her. The scent of the forest and the wildness of the beast enveloped her, and for a moment that stretched into eternity, they remained locked in a tense and inexplicable stillness. Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from the werewolf's gaze, and the creature's intelligent eyes seemed to calculate the situation, caught between predatory instincts and fascination with her presence. Then, with a hesitant and almost tender movement, the werewolf lowered its large head and sniffed her.

It was a surrealistically intimate moment, where the boundaries between fear and curiosity blurred into something she couldn't comprehend. Y/N, still frozen in place, allowed it to happen, her heart pounding in her chest. The forest rustled, the night held its breath and she and the this wild beast existed in a tense and enigmatic moment. She now was at the mercy of the unknown. Not knowing what the future held, in that fragile moment of shared vulnerability, something unexpected had passed between them.

…

And then the spell was abruptly broken as it leaned in, got a hold of her face, and licked it. Its tongue left long clammy strokes over her cheek and down the side of her neck. With its wet snout, it nudged the low neckline of her dress for access. She gasped and thrashed in sheer surprise, struggling to get away, but the werewolf muscled her back firmly to the lush forest floor. It withdrew slightly to look at her, growling a low, possessive warning which vibrated through her very being. In horror, she watched the beast's thick, viscous drool drip from its fangs and felt it land with a deliberate and heavy splat onto her chest. Shivers ran down her spine as the invasive syrupy substance tenaciously clung to the soft slopes of her rising and falling chest, lazily pooling down into her cleavage as it glistened in the dim moonlight.

She could only expect the worst, powerless, as it continued to sniff her. Its keen sense of smell and big paws explored her curvacious body, moving downwards to dip underneath the hem of her dress, sending her nerves on edge. Its snout then pushed upwards, moving her dress along with the motion, to nuzzle apart her thick trembling thighs. Her fingers dug into the fresh earth beneath her and her skin prickled as goosebumps appeared all over her body, But before she could even flinch it let her know once more, and quite vocally, she wasn't allowed to move. Taking two deep huffs of her, the werewolf's hot breath washed over her sex. A strangled noise escaped her, and then, without any warning, it hungrily began lapping at her. The sudden sheer sensation of it drew a high-pitched wail from her lips, like a wounded animal, her body curled in on itself, thighs clamping down weakly around its powerful head. Her hands shot down to grab white-knuckled fists full of the beast's thick mane as it continued, absolutely unbothered, to wetly slobber away at her. And it was too much at once. Her stomach tied in knots, and she shook with mixed emotions tumbling away inside her, even if pleasure slowly but surely bloomed in her core. Then the creature's head snapped up, licking its lips as sure goal-set glowing eyes met hers to stare her back down into submission, into the moss and dancing leaves beneath her. She was overwhelmed by it, the werewolf's sheer masculinity and assertive power made her feel more vulnerable than if she were completely exposed to him. It, on the other hand, wasted no time and grabbed at her, pulling her in and pushing her back against his hips eagerly. Her insides contracted involuntarily as it ripped at her dress for easier access to more of her body. She was met with throbbing heat on her newly exposed skin, carnal desire and the sheer size of Him against her tummy. Her mouth went dry with the realisation of what would happen next..

- FIN

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Spot dabbles because the simps need to be fed:

(art ain’t by me I’m so sorry I couldn’t find the og artist 😭)

-He is the single most awkward man alive, no doubt. Has no filter. Will compliment or critique you on the spot. Hehe. I just noticed the pun there lol. And if it’s not an annoyed critique, he usually gets all flustered after he realizes what he’s just said.

-Spot is real laid back if not an anxious wreck around you. Clearly a bottom. You’ll get him to be more assertive by telling him that when he does, it’s straight up H O T.

-He seems like a “work now, clean later” kind of guy. I mean, we saw how disorganized his house was. It reminds me of Dipper in this one Gravity Falls episode iykyk 😉. Once he moves in with you, he’ll push himself to pick up after himself more often. Until then, he would much rather come to you than you come to his apartment.

-The man can be a scientific perfectionist, but he does not like to clean :(

-Absolutely loves it when you lay your head on his stomach. He’s a lil chub, so he feels like a pillow :3

-Spot is very self conscious of his body, of course. So he will go ballistic when you caress his square like torso or his spindly limbs, like they’re the most perfect things in the world to you.

-He doesn’t understand how you could love someone like him :’(

-When you trace around his spots or sweet talk him about whatever, he can barely sit still underneath you. Any type of praise will send him through the roof.

-So when you’d say it was hot when Spot was assertive? Every now and then, he’ll take that advice. It’ll be easy to kinda just sneak up on ya from behind with his portals.

-He also likes to give you praise as much as you like to give him it. He knows that the assertion needs to go both ways.

-That’ll be its own blurb with more details for another day.

-But.

-I’ve always had a thing for hypnosis, I love it and I don’t see it used too often. But like, imagine Spot pins you onto the bed or the couch or somewhere comfortable. His portals are keeping your arms out of place and he forces you to look at him the way he makes Miles look to the side in the movie

Erm. 😳

-The spot on his face starts to swirl, or ripple, or whatever motion and you feel all groggy under his gaze, making way for Spot to take advantage of you while you’re under his trance.

AAA--

-I’m not the usual fan of yandere but for a lil wimp like Spot to be acting that way would be HOO--MAMA--especially if this were after his transformation and the end of the movie.

-You wouldn’t stand a chance.

-AND tbh his voice is just so 😩 especially when it’s distorted

-Like is it just me-? Idk.

-He doesn’t like doing the spicy all that much, he’s mostly into the fluff and domestic bits of your relationship. Don’t get me wrong, he appreciates what intimacy he’ll get, but not so much the SPICY stuff y’know

-And this is whether or not you’d say he has his part. For some reason this became a discussion with me and some friends and one of them literally went “maybe it’s in a hole somewhere”. So if that’s where you wanna go, go for it. Heck, I’ve still seen some art of stuff coming out of that face-spot of his. Y’know, the one spot on his head 😋

That’s all the dribbles FOR NOW, but I intend on getting a not spicy but mild blurb of Spot along with that hypnosis concept XD

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