#Pheromones

[straows]

Pheromone Spray; G.S

-In which you listen to Nanami's wife and order a pheromone spray that was supposed to make your husband go feral. Only, things didn't go exactly to plan.

A/n: This will be rewritten soon.

Pulling you hair up in a bun and sliding on your reading glasses, you sat on the floor in your guest bedroom closet as you scrolled on your laptop.

You’d gone out for coffee with Nanami’s wife yesterday. And she’d been going on and on about this perfume that had her husband, yes even the saint that was Nanami, acting like a man starved.

So of course, you were intrigued. Because for as long as you knew Nanami, he was a gentleman. So if that perfume worked that well, what would happen if she tried it on Gojo?

You’d tried a few different websites to find that specific perfume that Nanami’s wife used, but it was proving more and more difficult.

Finally, however, you’d seen it on a website buried amongst the others. And all they sold was this perfume, special lube and horny edibles. So of course you bought them all, using your own card that is. The total ended up being $263.35. Which, in hindsight, was way expensive and just about drained your account of all the money you had on there, but that was fine as long as Gojo didn’t look.

Sighing, you finally closed your laptop and took off your reading glasses before pulling yourself out of the closet.

Finally stepping out of the guest bedroom, Gojo, bless his heart, had been trying to find you for near about an hour. You’d convinced him to play hide and seek with you, and this was the perfect excuse.

“Found you!” Gojo tried to be slick as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Not too good at this game are you?” Acting as if he wasn’t stress sweating from how hard he was looking.

Rolling your eyes, you just smiled. “Of course, yeah. I’m terrible at it.” Your smile turned to a shit eating grin as you looked away.

“Hey, I checked your bank funds and it says you spent about $100 on The Sims?” Gojo had a teasing grin on his lips as you immediately pulled away, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you groaned, “I needed to get some more outfits but the patreon cost money and then I went down this rabbit hole.”

“Oh baby. Poor sweet baby. Of course you’d fall for shit like that.” Gojo sighed and pet your head, only for you to bite him. “Ow! If you wanted to fuck just say that!” He whined.

A month, a whole fucking month later, the package finally came in. And the packaging was pleasantly discrete.

You’d never yanked a package from the front porch so fast, immediately racing into your secret hideout, the guest bedroom, you locked the door, then ripped open the packaging. Smiling as you sniffed the perfume, it didn’t smell bad at all, it really smelled like your usual body mist you used.

Quickly, you spritzed it on, using probably way too much but you really wanted to see it work.

Grabbing the box, you hid it under the bed but paused when you heard the front door open and close. Shit. You’d forgotten Gojo had to go into the office.

But wait. This was perfect. You could try it out on him there. And if it did work, well, you could just giggle while Gojo struggled.

Immediately, you grabbed your keys and hopped into your car. Breaking a few traffic laws on the way there. You were just so excited. You loved watching the infamous Gojo Satoru, your finance, struggle. It just made you laugh every time. For example, you’d worn the Mean Girl’s Christmas outfit for Halloween last year, and refused to let Gojo touch you. So he was forced to rock a boner the entire way to the party, the whole party, and the way home. Of course when you got home he fucked you as hard as he possibly fucking could.

Walking into the office, you made a bee line for Gojo’s office. You didn’t notice other men at the office watching you. You had tunnel vision.

On the way there you had grabbed one of those bagels Gojo adored as an excuse to be there. Walking into his office, you smiled innocently. “Hey baby, you forgot to eat breakfast.” Setting down the little bag on his desk, you stood behind it, leaning back on it as you faced him.

Gojo smiled brightly, “Oh my god I’ll combust I love you so fucking much.” He near about moaned when he smelt the bagel. “I love you, I love you, I love you— is that a new perfume?” His eyes immediately locked onto your neck before glancing back up at you.

“Ummm, yes! Nanami’s wife gave it to me.” You laughed a little nervously, before tilting your head, “you like it?”

“Yeah you smell really good.” Gojo stood up from his chair, his hands leaning on the wood of the desk on either side of you as he pressed his face into your neck. “Really good.”

“Yeah? That good huh?” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling his nose press against your neck like he was getting his fix or some shit.

“Fuck. Too good.” Gojo groaned, his pants growing tighter as a boner formed in his pants. His heart racing and his mouth growing dry.

One hand moved from the desk to grip your hip, bringing you flush against his body. “Shit,” he groaned into your neck, before pulling his face away and staring down at you.

About to say something, the door swung open to his office, and Nanami’s wife appeared. She paused, before smelling perfume and giggled. “You got it! Oh my god!”

Nanami appeared behind her, an amused look in his eye as he watched Gojo be in the same predicament as he was not even a week prior.

“I believe the ladies would like to go out for lunch. You have some paper work to fill out.” Nanami gave Gojo a stern look.

Gojo didn’t take his eyes off you before forcibly prying them away and looking at Nanami, “oh come on, my finance is here to see me.”

You grinned before pressing a kiss to his jaw sweetly, all while your hand teasingly trailing over his bulge.

Gojo had to muffle a groan, “y-you—“

“I love you baby, I’ll see you at home okay?” You winked at him before walking out with Nanami’s wife, giggling like school girls.

“What the fuck.” Gojo sat down with a grunt, his brows furrowed in frustration as he started down at the bulge in his pants.

“I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea to tell your fiancé.” Nanami sighed, about to turn around to head back to his own office before Gojo stopped him.

“Wait what do you mean? Tell her what?” Gojo eyed Nanami suspiciously.

“The pheromone perfume? My wife pulled that ridiculous prank on me last week. While I’ll admit, she did it at home so it wasn’t really a problem.” He pulled at his collar slightly as he remembered the hours he spent ‘reminding’ his wife about what he thought of her pranks. He fucked her all night and took off work the next day to use the perfume again.

“You’re joking.” Gojo stared at him, his jaw clenched. “And she’s just gonna leave me like this?”

Immediately, he pulled out his phone to look at her bank account, noticing that she only had $1.22 left and that she’d spent $263.35 on that fucking perfume. “Well shit.” Pulling out his phone, he immediately sent the text that he’d be waiting for her at home, and that’d he’d needed to come early due to ‘being sick’.

“He loved it! Loveddddd it!!!” You smiled widely as you spoke with Nanami’s wife, all giggles and smiles when you got that text. “Wait, shit. He said he’s not feeling good, do you think he’s sick from it?”

Immediately your face dropped, “can that happen?” Looking over at your friend, concern written all over it.

“It didn’t happen with me and Ken, but I don’t know. Gojo may be allergic to it?” She frowned.

“Here, I need to head home. Can I pay you back for the lunch tomorrow?”

“Nonsense. I got you into this mess. Go make sure he’s okay, I know you’re worried.” Nanami’s wife shooed you off and you were thankful as you rushed home.

Walking inside, you looked around and noticed all the lights were off. “Baby? I’m home. You said you weren’t feeling well, what’s wrong?” Turning on the light, you walk into the kitchen not noticing Gojo, who was in nothing but a pair of grey sweats. The outline of his painful looking boner showing through the fabric.

“Welcome home.” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, glaring down at you, “your little perfume prank today was not very funny.” He huffed.

“Wha-“ You paused, “wait. How did you find out about it?”

“Nanami.” Gojo pressed a kiss to your shoulder, all the way up your neck before biting down hard on your shoulder making you gasp. “Fuck you still smell so good.”

“You can’t blame me, the way she said it drive Nanami crazy… I just wanted to try it on you.” You tried to be all cute and sweet, but he was not having it.

“I can blame you. Because you left me there to deal with it all on my own.” His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, before roughly palming at your breast. “You’re so mean to me.”

A soft whine slipped past your lips as you let your weight lean against him. The feeling of his large hands roughly grabbing all over your body had your thighs squeezing shut.

“But this is what you wanted right? Hm baby? Wanted me to be rough and manhandle you, that it?” His voice was mocking and his tone condescending. Teeth nipping at your neck and jaw as he ground against your ass. Stuttered and breathless moans were muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Y-yeah, wanted you to be rough with- fuck, with me.” Placing your hands against the cold granite of the counter, you leaned forward so you could your ass against him completely, moaning softly when he’d grip your hips roughly before pressing into you.

“You definitely need to be punished.” Gojo nodded to himself, pupils huge and dark, his hair sticking to his forehead as a light layer of sweat coated his skin, “and you’re not getting out of it anytime soon.”

In a way, your plan worked. You got to see him squirm at work. And in the end you got what you wanted, just for a lot, lot longer than you’d imagined. Seeing as Gojo didn’t even show up to work the next day as he was far too busy fucking you in every room and on every piece of furniture in the house.

I mean from the bed, to the dress, to the floor and closet. To the shower, to the hallway and to the kitchen. And all throughout the house.

By the time Gojo was finally shooting blanks and his cock was so sensitive that he’d hiss if you were to touch it, he finally began to calm down.

And instead of punishing you more by making you sit on his face while your overstimulated, he just wraps his arms around your naked and exhausted body and refuses to let go.

Lololol I love the idea of some shitty perfume making your bf go batshit crazy for some puss.

[achromatophoric]

After Enid comes clean about how distressed she’s been over the possibility that Wednesday might only love her due to her pheromones.

Wednesday: Enid, listen to me. I have no sense of smell. I haven’t since last semester.

Enid: *sniffles* Wh-What?

Wednesday: I lost it in an incident involving aerosolized formaldehyde. I’ve been relying on Thing to identify scents until my olfactory receptors regenerate.

Enid:

Enid: S-So my pheromones…?

Wednesday: Your pheromones have had absolutely no effect on me.

Enid: Then that means…

Wednesday: That my feelings for you are entirely unadulterated. It is a cruel and perplexing fact that even without the influence of pheromones, alchemy, or black magic—

Wednesday: —I’ve somehow fallen in love with a pansexual disaster who insist that the revolting marshmallows in her breakfast cereal are a priceless delicacy—

Wednesday: —and is capable of transforming into a nine-foot-tall arachnophobic security blanket with the unfortunate habit of licking her own paws until they smell of corn chips.

Enid: 🥺

Wednesday: 😒

Enid: 👉🥺👈

Wednesday: 🙄

Wednesday: TL;DR, I blew up my nose so I love you “for realsies”.

Enid: 🥰💕

[sfde8871]

🏚️0712

[jadedwoman]

Hypnotic pheromones have got to be a top tier method of entrancing, I mean think about how versatile it is? For starters, I could have you squeezed between my legs, feeling my soft thighs squish up against you as you breath in the scent of sex and sweat, your head starting to spin from the intensity as you can't help but crave a taste. Or maybe you're buried in my soft heavy boobs, feeling every jiggle and wobble around your face as every breath in and out further melts your mind into nothingness, just a good boobybrained cutie all brainless for your new owner~

🖤 or, I could pin you to the ground as you huffed at my crotch, taking deep breaths of my heady musk as my cock throbs and twitches by your face, overwhelming your senses with endorphins as you seem to practically enter heat. Eventually the arousal gets to be too much, you need release, you need my cock, you need me, so of course I make you beg, and when you finally are mindbroken enough to beg, then, I will give you a taste, little toy~

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Breaking the Formula - Han Jisung

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: scientist! Han Jisung x fem! reader

summary: Dr. Han Jisung takes his experiments very seriously. He's close to understanding the science behind human pheromones until one of the beakers breaks all over him and he soon finds himself consumed with an insatiable need...

warnings: pheromones! primal behavior, rough sex, breeding, toxic male

a/n: this is different from the usual stuff I write but now y'all get a glimpse into what a sci-fi nerd boy I am ^.^ I hope you enjoy!!

Dr. Jisung pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was exhausted. His entire body ached. He pushed his glasses up into his hair and sighed deeply.

“What am I missing?” He groaned into the palms of his hands.

He glanced over the papers scattered across his desk. His lips moved as he whispered the different formulas aloud. His finger trailed across each line of data.

Simultaneously, his phone lit up and showed your name. He squinted at the screen and positioned his glasses back onto his nose. You asked if you had left your notes in his lab. He sighed heavily and stood up to have a look around.

You had been assisting him in this pheromone experiment for months now. And while he would never admit it, you were a pretty decent assistant. He was never good at interacting with people, especially with people as physically attractive as you were, but conversing with you came easily to him. He genuinely enjoyed your company. You had invited him out for drinks one evening a few weeks ago. He remembered the night clearly in his mind. You had asked so casually. He knew he couldn't do it. Couldn't speak to you in a familial way. So he declined.

Dr. Jisung continued to search his lab until he finally came across your notebook, laying there next to his most recent test subject. An unassuming plant. The Orchidaceae. Or a common orchid plant. This plant was the perfect test subject for what he wanted to accomplish. The orchid had an uncanny ability, their flowers resemble female wasps, and they emit a potent chemical that mimics the sex pheromone of the female wasp. This draws in the male wasp and makes it almost powerless to the desire to procreate.

He wanted to test this pheromone’s power and ability on other creatures and see how the brain neurons respond. But so far, the pheromone hasn't worked on anything besides other plants. Dr. Jisung grabbed your notebook and made his way back to his phone to tell you the discovered news. But something caught his eye. A number in the formula he had designed. But the number was misplaced, or miswritten… he stared at the formula for a long while.

“It couldn't be…could it?” His mind felt like it was being supercharged.

He quickly ran over to the concentrated liquids that he had isolated earlier from the orchid. He followed the formula exactly like before but with one differential factor. And all of a sudden, the normal blue solution he had come to expect was suddenly purple now. His eyes widened as he stared long and hard at the beaker in his hand.

“...is this it?” He mumbled softly, almost entranced with the liquid inside. He couldn't take his eyes off of it…

Bzz! Bzzt!

His cellphone. The vibrator broke his concentration and in turn broke the beaker he was holding. He cursed as the beaker broke onto the table, causing the liquid inside to pour out into his lap. The thick, purple ooze dripped over the edge of the table and onto his stomach and groin area.

“Shit!” Dr. Jisung shouted. He was so busy mourning the loss of his possible discovery, he didn't think about the effect this purple ooze was having on his body, not until it was already too late.

Dr. Jisung stood up from his desk and attempted to wipe the liquid from his lap. He looked down and the floor began to twist and turn a bit beneath his feet. He blinked a few times to attempt to regain his composure. He glanced down at his lap to see the purple solution completely absorbed into his clothes, not a trace to be seen.

His head suddenly began to pound and pulsate at an alarming rate, causing him to yell out in pain. A strange heat was pooling in the core of his stomach. He felt extremely… euphoric. Even though he was dizzy and wobbling while he walked, Dr. Jisung knew he had done it. Well, he knew you had done it and he had to call you and tell you the good news. He clumsily dialed your number and waited for you to answer.

“Hello…?”

“W-we did it! You have…have to get here…now. Test. Brain…” Dr. Jisung tried with all his might to communicate what he needed to say. Thankfully you understood, or somewhat understood, and told him you'd be there as soon as you could.

Dr. Jisung sighed in relief. He held himself steady against his desk, waiting for you to arrive.

However, when you did arrive, an intoxicating aroma traveled with you. You opened the door to the lab swiftly and stood there for a moment. Dr. Jisung's eyes hastily glued to your body as you entered the room. His brain, still somewhat in charge, pleaded with him to stay in control. Pleaded and begged not to let these urges get the best of him.

But that voice was speaking softer and softer the closer you got to him. So close now that he could practically feel the heat coming off of your body now.

“Stay…stay back…” he moaned as you continued to step closer. His moral fiber was clearly breaking and fraying with each new step you took towards him.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the pained look on Dr. Jisung's face.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Dr. Jisung backed away from you slowly, even though all he wanted to do was throw you onto his desk and taste you. God, how he wanted to taste you. He always imagined you tasted sweet, with just a hint of salt. He could smell your shampoo when you two would work together. He would close his eyes and take a deep breath and hold you there in his lungs.

You watched as Dr. Jisung backed away from you. You looked his body up and down to try to assess if he was hurt or not. Your eyes roamed over his waist and the growing appendage that was laying underneath. Dr. Jisung followed your eyesight and quickly saw what you were looking at. His face immediately turned a dark shade of red from embarrassment and arousal.

“I think you figured it out…the formula.” Dr. Jisung spoke in a husky, low tone.

The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine. You slowly started to step towards him again. Not only were the pheromones working on him, but they were starting to do something to you as well. You continued your movement towards him, slowly but surely.

Dr. Jisung tensed for a moment, worried you didn't quite understand what was happening to him, until you started to get closer. He could see the fire burning in your eyes that reflected his own. You looked so goddamn incredible. And that small shred of moral fiber he had left had finally broken apart the moment your hand reached out to touch his.

You leaned in first, pressing your lips softly against his. He lets out a soft gasp, his lips tingling at the slight touch of your own against them. He's impatient though, so he can't help but lean his head forward, trying to kiss you deeper, trying to feel more of your lips against his. He just wants to feel you however he can, and as much as he can.

He grabs your waist and easily picks you up on top of his desk. He presses his body into yours aggressively as he begins to climb on top of you. Never breaking the kiss, you buck your hips into his as he completely envelops you with his body. He whines into your mouth, his mind completely fuzzy with pleasure. He just wants as much of you as he can get, wants to feel the heat of your skin, the weight of his body as he continues to press into you.

Jisung grips your thigh and pulls it up around his waist, his other hand already undoing his belt as his eyes stay fixated on you. All he can think about is mating. Mating. Mating. Mating. He needs it. He needs to make you his. His eyes are dark and primal as he finally, slowly, slides his cock out of his pants and lines it up with your entrance. The rips your panties away as if they were tissue paper, a primal growl escaping his lips as he does.

He holds the base of his cock and slowly slides it inside of your wet hole. The instinctually whimpers that pour from his lips are almost animalistic as he hastily begins pumping his hips into you.

You gasp sharply at the initial speed, gripping the edge of the desk for stability. Jisung grabs your shirt and uses it to pull himself further and deeper inside of you. His mind completely consumed with thoughts of filling your womb until his seed pools out of you onto the desk.

Grunts and groans are the only thing that comes from his mouth as he concentrates on fulfilling his need as the fertile male. You continue to moan and writhe on ecstasy beneath him, your mind and body overwhelmed with the pheromones you both share now.

Jisung's pumping rhythm hits a climactic high and ultimately ends with an explosive finish. He holds you by your waist until he has pushed everything out of him and into you. His body, now empty, feels weak and pliant. He falls down onto the desk next to you, the two of you still trying to catch your breath. He turns his head toward you and you do the same, the two of you look at each other for a long while until Jisung finally speaks.

“Go again?”

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[bpbomegaverse]

Omegaverse Master Scent List

Scent description can be a big part of omegaverse. This is a master list of Alpha, Beta and Omega scents I've compiled. I will add to them when new things pop up for me.

Note: Just because I've put a scent in a certain category, doesn't mean you can't use it for one of the other second genders. 🫶 I kind of like that alpha a little more savoury, musky and deep. And omega are more sweet, fresh and light. But that's just my interpretation.

I'm starting with Alpha. I'll update the other two a little later.

Alpha - α

Gardenia

Orange Blossom

Lavender

Black orchid

Violet

Bluebell

Rosewood

Elderflower

Ink

Sparklers

Black Tea

Green tea

Resin

Saffron

Leather

Bark

Pine tree

Burnt wood

Coal/charcoal

Oak Barrel Whiskey

Cedar

Agar wood

Tobacco

Oudh

Driftwood

Oakmoss

Amber (labdanum)

White wood

Rosewood

Musk

Sherry oak

Match (blown out)

Rye Whiskey

Mahogany

Cegar

Wood sage

Almond

Walnut

Tar

Rubber

Moss

Iron

Bronze

Gold

Rust

Ash

Graphite

Vinyl

Smoked meats 

Coriander

Basil

Cinnamon

Nutmeg

Paprika (smoked)

Aniseed

Black cherry

Clove

Allspice

Fenugreek

Ginger

Black pepper

Roasted Garlic

Blood orange

Grapefruit

Blackberry

Bergamont

Lemon

Blood Plum

New car smell

Hay

Pesto

Balsamic Vinegar

Sauteed brown onions

Fruit cake

Eucalyptus

Teatree

Wet Dog

Blood

Soap

Fish oil

Marijuana

Lemongrass

Thunderstorms/Petrichor

Smoke

Mud

Wet forest floor

Limestone

Cobolt

Ore

Cactus

Molten rock

Shampoo

Wet cement

Cork

Bush fire

Egyptian dukkah

Jamaican Jerk

Recado rojo

Cajun spice

Chinese five spice

Baharat

Brown sugar

Toffee

Molasses

Apple pie

Tequila 

Dark chocolate

Bacon

Dark roast coffee

Petrol

Gunpowder

Gravy

Cola

Burnt caramel

Bone marrow

Syrah/Shiraz

Cabernet Sauvignon

Port 

Toasted bread

Buttered Popcorn

Dry dog food

Sulphur 

Mustard

Ginger Beer

Meatballs

Olives

Chipotle

Teriyaki

Peri-Peri

Sesame

Jalapeño

[daddiesdrarryy]

I told my colleague they smell good and asked what perfume they used and they looked at me dead in the eyes and said “I don’t use any” i can’t possibly imagine a more embarrassing experience than this

[kylecrusoe-captions]

TALES FROM THE LEAKY COCK #2

"Possessed by Lust"

The Leaky Cock thrummed with life—tankards banging, voices slurring, and the occasional groan slipping from darkened corners. Kaelric, a cleric of the Lords of Light, entered with purpose, his white robes a stark contrast to the inn’s grit. His blue eyes narrowed, hunting the source of whispered tales: a void-touched orc, a lustful blight haunting the crossroads. A shiver ran through him—not entirely holy—as he adjusted the silver sigil of the Lord of Purity at his throat. Something in the air felt wrong, like a thread of rot beneath the ale and sweat.

A halfling at the bar, bleary-eyed, jabbed a thumb toward the road. “Aye, you must seek Gorzod. Orc’s holed up in that old homestead, mile out. Stinks like a beast and drags men off like a siren. Watch yourself—feels like death’s been sniffing ‘round there too.” Kaelric’s jaw tightened. Death? The word lingered as he stepped into the night, the homestead’s jagged outline rising against the moonlit sky. A faint hum prickled his senses, a whisper of magic not quite orcish, not quite natural.

Gorzod stood in the yard, a mountain of green muscle, shirtless and glistening. His scent hit Kaelric like a fist—raw, unwashed, a week’s worth of musky sweat amplifying his pheromones into a weapon. The cleric’s knees weakened, his cock stirring beneath his robes despite his prayers. Gorzod’s grin bared tusks, but his eyes glinted with a human cunning, a spark too dark for an orc of honor. “Here to save me, light-bringer? Or to taste me?” His voice carried a dual tone—Gorzod’s growl, undercut by a man’s smug drawl.

Kaelric raised a hand, golden light flaring. “I sense you, spirit. Release this orc, or I’ll cast you out.” His words rang firm, but his pulse hammered. The air thickened, and a shadow flickered at the yard’s edge—gone when he blinked. Gorzod laughed, a sound too polished, too gleeful. “Cast me out? You're welcome to pray, you’ll be on your knees anyway.” He stepped closer, and the pheromones drowned Kaelric’s senses, a tide of musk pulling at his will.

He chanted a theurgic ward, gold shimmering around him, but Gorzod lunged, seizing his wrist. A cold jolt surged through the touch—void magic, sharp and deliberate, like a puppeteer’s string. Kaelric’s ward shattered, and a mind-control spell sank into him, slick and invasive. His robes fell away, his lean body bared, and he dropped to his knees before Gorzod’s hulking frame. The orc’s loincloth hit the dirt, revealing a cock thick and dripping, a beastly thing Kaelric couldn’t look away from. The scent made his mouth water, his resistance crumbling.

“You’re mine, holy boy,” Gorzod rumbled, but the human lilt purred beneath it—a ghost, a man who’d craved flesh in life and found perfection in Gorzod’s form. This spirit had chosen the orc for his rugged jaw, his slabs of muscle, his pheromones that bent men like reeds. Kaelric’s hands moved, unbidden, caressing Gorzod’s thighs, tracing scars. His lips parted for the massive member, and the orc thrust deeply, filling his throat with heat and salty sweet precum. He gagged, then groaned, the spell twisting disgust into need.

The ghost drove Gorzod harder, hips pistoning, reveling in the cleric’s submission. Kaelric clawed the earth as the orc hoisted him, bending him over an old fence. The pheromones drowned him, and when Gorzod’s cock pressed inside, he didn’t fight—couldn’t, and wasn't sure he wanted to. The first thrust ripped a cry from his lips, pain melding with pleasure as the orc pounded him, relentless. “Scream for me,” Gorzod snarled, but the ghost whispered, “Scream for us.” Kaelric obeyed, voice cracking as Gorzod’s grip bruised his hips. A faint chill brushed his neck mid-thrust—not the wind, but something watching.

Time blurred—sweat, musk, the wet slap of flesh. Kaelric’s theurgy sputtered, golden flickers scorching the grass, but the void spell's grip tightened. Gorzod pinned him to the ground, rutting with abandon, until a shuddering release coated Kaelric’s hole in thick orcish cum. The orc slumped, panting, and for a heartbeat, his eyes cleared—Gorzod’s own soul pleading, “Help… me.” Then the human gleam returned, laughing low.

Kaelric staggered up, cum slick on his thighs, and summoned his strength. A radiant burst erupted from his hands, slamming into Gorzod. The orc roared, clutching his skull, and a shadow tore free—a human shape, leering, its edges fraying like smoke. It didn’t dissolve; it slithered, darting into the darkness with a hiss of amusement. Kaelric’s gut twisted—it wasn’t gone, only displaced, waiting. Gorzod collapsed, freed but dazed. Kaelric dressed, trembling, a dark stain blooming in his soul—lustful echoes he couldn’t silence.

Kaelric’s breath still came in ragged gasps as he adjusted his robes, the fabric sticking to his sweat-slick skin. The homestead yard lay quiet now, save for the rustle of wind through the overgrown weeds and that faint, persistent hum tickling the edge of his senses—something watching, waiting. Gorzod stirred on the ground, groaning as he pushed himself to his knees. The orc’s massive frame glistened under the moonlight, his green skin streaked with dirt and exertion. His eyes, clear of the ghost’s gleam, met Kaelric’s with a raw, unguarded intensity.

“You… freed me,” Gorzod rumbled, his voice thick but steady, carrying the weight of an orcish awe. He hauled himself to his feet, towering over the cleric, and took a step closer. The air shifted, heavy with that familiar musk—not as overpowering as before, but enough to make Kaelric’s pulse quicken and his cock twitch traitorously beneath his robes. Gorzod’s nostrils flared, catching the cleric’s scent, and a knowing smirk tugged at his tusked mouth. “Still feel me, don’t you, light-bringer?”

Kaelric’s cheeks burned, shame warring with the heat pooling in his gut. He opened his mouth to deny it, to cling to his vows, but the words caught as Gorzod’s pheromones coiled around him—subtle now, a tease rather than a command. The orc’s gaze dropped, lingering on the bulge straining Kaelric’s robes, and his smirk widened. “I owe you, cleric. Honor demands it. You’ve had me rough. Now take me as you please. Till you’re sated.”

The offer hung between them, raw and bold. Kaelric’s mind reeled—duty screamed retreat, but his body ached, still thrumming from the ghost’s violation and the orc’s relentless rutting. Gorzod stood there, unashamed, his thick cock half-hard again, glistening with the aftermath. The cleric swallowed, his theurgic sigil cold against his chest, a silent rebuke he ignored. “I shouldn’t,” he muttered, but his feet didn’t move.

Gorzod chuckled, low and rough, stepping closer until the heat of his body pressed against Kaelric’s. “Shouldn’t’s got no place here. Want me or not, human?” His hand grazed Kaelric’s arm, calloused fingers sparking a jolt through the cleric’s nerves. The pheromones thickened, a warm invitation, and Kaelric’s resolve snapped like dry twigs. He grabbed Gorzod’s wrist, pulling him toward the homestead’s sagging porch. “Inside,” he rasped. “Now.”

The orc followed, his bulk filling the doorway as they stumbled into the shadowed ruin. Dust motes danced in the faint moonlight spilling through cracked boards, and Kaelric shoved Gorzod against a wall, the wood creaking under the orc’s weight. His hands roamed, greedy, tracing the hard planes of Gorzod’s chest, the ridges of scars, the coarse hair trailing down his abdomen. Gorzod grunted, letting the cleric take the lead, his own hands resting lightly on Kaelric’s hips—a warrior yielding, for once.

Kaelric sank to his knees, driven by a hunger he couldn’t name. He gripped Gorzod’s thighs, thick as tree trunks, and took the orc’s cock into his mouth, tasting salt and musk. Gorzod groaned, head tipping back, his fingers threading into Kaelric’s hair but not forcing—just guiding. The cleric worked him with a fervor, lips stretching, tongue swirling, until Gorzod’s hips bucked and a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, human—eager now, aren’t you?”

He wasn’t sated—not yet. Kaelric rose, shedding his robes fully this time, and pushed Gorzod onto a rickety table that groaned under the orc’s mass. The cleric climbed atop him, straddling his hips, and guided Gorzod’s cock to his entrance. The stretch burned, deliciously so, and he sank down with a moan, taking the orc inch by inch. Gorzod’s hands clamped onto his waist, steadying him, and their eyes locked—gratitude, lust, and something unspoken passing between them.

Kaelric rode him hard, chasing release, the table rocking beneath them. Gorzod thrust up to meet him, each movement a jolt of pleasure that drowned out the whispers of guilt. The orc’s pheromones wrapped them both, amplifying every touch, every gasp. Gorzod snarled, his own climax building. “Give it to me, cleric,” he growled, and Kaelric did—shuddering as he spilled across Gorzod’s chest, the orc following with a roar, filling him with heat.

They collapsed together, panting, the table miraculously intact. Gorzod’s hand rested on Kaelric’s back, a rough comfort, as the cleric’s heartbeat slowed. “Sated?” the orc asked, voice gruff but warm. Kaelric nodded, breathless, but the air still hummed faintly—not just lust, but that same cold thread from before. He glanced toward the broken window, half-expecting a shadow to move, but saw nothing. The ghost was out there, unbound, and something—someone—still pulled its strings.

As Kaelric dressed, Gorzod watched, his pheromones a lingering tease. “You’re welcome in my bed any time, light-bringer. Debt’s paid, but I wouldn’t mind settling it again.” Kaelric managed a shaky smile with a blush, stepping into the night as Gorzod followed. The road to the Leaky Cock stretched ahead, but the darkness felt alive, whispering promises—or threats. Whatever had loosed the ghost wasn’t finished, and neither, he feared, was he.

[horny-mushroom]

Men, don’t forget to put on a cologne before fucking. I swear she’ll be fucking horny every time she smells that fragrance. Do it especially on occasions where she has to behave, but reward her for her pathetic efforts by a good fuck later 🖤

[myraniellejkelly]

Wearing pheromone perfume on AIB Boys and see their reaction Part 2

【Ｐａｒｔ　１, ３, ４】

Author’s note: Me having difficulties maintaining unfinished draft for post.

This work includes/warning: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, contains sfw and a bit nsfw.

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A reminder to never put pheromone during in fan interactions, or even his interviews; mostly, people would create a scandals and spread fame rumours about you and Kyuma.

In private, you would likely be doing that when he is writing a song or practice his guitar, or even when in this case of him playing the piano.

You would be coming around just sitting down on his lap, while he was practicing but now he’s too focused on you more than his work. He would be hugging you and hums, while laying his chin on your shoulder as Kyuma, a little kiss on the neck.

While you would be caressing his hair and that he stays for so long, that he really loves you and that scent is too strong for him to handle.

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First of all, he would immediately suspected the smell of your scent, while you’re on meetings with him; Kuzuryu would try to maintain professionalism, rather not get distracted by the scent of you.

After the meeting, he would pull you into his office and locks the door, you were against the wall as well as he put his own hands in the wall, blocking your way to get out of this. “Why are you wearing it?”

“Nothing, I was just… testing out a new perfume, I didn’t expected you to get so strict,” you said.

“Well, you better not go around with other men in this building,” he said coldly. “Except for me… it’s your fault you’re ruining my meeting…”

Better yet, you’ll be apologizing him after his late shift session with you.

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God, this man is a big ass cat who would be hugging you in bed or he’ll lay his head on your lap; Chishiya would go on purring and constantly nuzzle you, very clingy like a cat.

He immediately knows what you’re putting on yourself, and if you tried to get out. Yeah, you can’t even, you can’t escape and that his hands wrapped around you tightly.

You would feel defeated and become lazy from his grasp. This motherfucker would fucking kissed your hands and even to your neck all day, you just can’t escape from him.

Clearly pheromone perfumes felt like a catnip to him if you were his partner, which he would feel so drawn out to you. He would laughed in your attempts to escape him as far as you can.

Chishiya would totally sleep with his hands secured around you. Mostly, you would’ve take for a while for the pheromone to word off in the meantime. But for now, you’re taking a picture of your boyfriend anyways, which you find it quite cute adorable and cute.

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Tatta would just cover his mouth and nose while he was driving in the car, after he sense something off about you; he would be blushing uncontrollably as he tried to focus the road, while you were laughing.

Tatta would try to avoid and right when he parked the car, he would unbuckle his seatbelt and take your hand for a kiss. Then he hugged you right away and smell it, “Just please don’t put that type of perfume like that again, you know I hate it that.”

You would be laughing and ruffled his hair, “I’m only doing it once, don’t worry about it.”

He would look at you afterwards and kissed you as you smile at him.

[jadedwoman]

God I just want to bury someone in my breast for like a whole day. Like, I'll put on a thick hoodie and you'll slide under, face fully pushed in my boobs and legs wrapped around my hips, just getting to be helplessly entraced by every wobble and jiggle and shake throughout the day. Maybe I'll even be nice and workout so my sweat and pheromones all mix together to keep you even more intoxicated, how does that sound cutie?~

(100% inspired by beloved @skimmer-vode )

[sfde8871]

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[yingdu-lover]

I know what they wanted to mean but that unfertilised eggs remind me of PCOD 😭 lu guang, my babygirl, let's schedule an appointment to a gynaecologist pls, timeline messes with our hormones and pheromones

[kylecrusoe-captions]

TALES FROM THE LEAKY COCK INN #1

The human Mage seduces the Orc Paladin.

(This one's a bit different than my usual stuff, hope you all like it! Inspired by a story I read on GSS but couldn't find again)

The Leaky Cock Inn was a riot of noise and bodies that night, its warped timbers groaning under the strain of a packed house. Tankards slammed together, voices overlapped in a drunken din, and the air hung thick with the stench of ale and travelers packed tight. Torin, a young human mage with a tousled mane of chestnut curls and a wiry frame built for spellbooks rather than swords, shouldered his way to the bar. His robes bore scorch marks from a botched fireball earlier, and fatigue dragged at his limbs. He tossed a scant handful of coppers onto the counter, meeting the innkeeper’s stare. “A room. Whatever’s left.”

The innkeeper, a barrel-chested man with a nose like a squashed root, grunted and fished out a key. “Last spot’s the only one open, boy. You’re bunking with an orc—big holy type from the looks of him. No whining about it.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial rasp. “Watch yourself, though. Orcs what ain’t washed in a while? They’ve got a musk—pheromones, they say. Hits humans hard. Turns proud lads into drooling fools, begging for a taste. You sure you can handle that?”

Torin’s mouth quirked into a sly grin. He’d spotted the orc when he entered, the paladin heading upstairs—massive, green-skinned, radiating a mix of piety and raw power—and felt a tug of attraction even then. “I’ve sniffed worse than an orc in my time,” he said, voice light despite the quickening of his pulse. “I’ll risk it.” The innkeeper shrugged, sliding the key across. “Suit yourself, mage. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Up the creaking stairs, Torin pushed into a cramped room, barely wide enough for its straw mattress and splintered table. Sir Vrothgar, an orc paladin, knelt in the corner, his deep voice rolling through a prayer like thunder over plains. His armor, etched with sacred runes, glinted faintly, and his forest-green skin shimmered with sweat. Standing nearly seven feet, he loomed over Torin, his black mane tied back, tusks catching the flicker of the room's lone lantern. He rose as the mage entered, offering a polite nod.

“Greetings, human mage,” Vrothgar said, his tone warm but edged with formality. He scratched at his neck, where sweat had soaked his undershirt’s collar. “I am Sir Vrothgar. The inn’s packed, so we’re stuck together. A warning, though—I’ve been on the march for weeks. No bath. My kind… we’ve got a scent. Potent stuff. Might trouble you. I’ll try to keep clear.” His yellow eyes darted aside, a rare unease softening his stern features.

Torin dropped his satchel, his gaze lingering on Vrothgar’s broad frame—the way his armor clung to muscle, the quiet strength in his stance. He’d felt a spark downstairs, and the warning only stoked it. “I'm Torin. Not too concerned,” he said, leaning against the table with feigned nonchalance. “I’m a mage—I’ve smelled fouler than any sweat in an alchemy lab. I’ll manage.” He flashed a teasing smile, though his heart thudded at the possibilities.

Night draped the inn, the clamor below dulling to a low buzz. Vrothgar began shedding his armor, his movements slow and deliberate, a ritual. The pauldrons were gently placed on the floor, then the breastplate, and lastly the under layer, revealing a chest thick with dark hair and corded muscle. He stretched, rolling his shoulders, and the air thickened—a raw, earthy musk unfurled, unfiltered from his exposed and hairy armpits. As he peeled off his greaves, the full brunt of his pheromones struck: a heady wave from his damp, matted armpits and a deeper, richer scent seeping from his groin, still encased in tight breeches. Torin’s breath snagged, his knees trembling as the aroma sank into him, primal and intoxicating.

His mind swam, desire flaring like a wildfire. He’d found Vrothgar striking before, but now his lust was urgent—his skin prickled, his fingers twitched, and a heat surged through him. “Gods below,” he muttered, stepping closer, robes swishing. “That’s… quite a presence.” His voice dipped, playful but laced with hunger. He edged nearer, testing the waters. “You’re a walking spellbook, Sir Vrothgar.”

The orc stiffened, gauntlets clutched in his hands, his brow creasing. “I warned you,” he said, guilt roughening his tone. “It’s not fair, my pheromones clouding you like this. My order demands control, demands I not take advantage. I shouldn’t let this happen.” He stepped back, pressing himself against the wall, as if distance could shield them both.

Torin wasn’t deterred. He sidled closer, his slim frame dwarfed by Vrothgar’s bulk, and let his voice drop to a coaxing murmur. "Control’s dull,” he said, brushing a finger along the orc’s arm, stopping just shy of that musky pit. “As a mage I've studied compulsion—I’d know if this was all you. It’s just… an invitation.” He tilted his head, locks falling into his eyes, and gave a sly wink. “I was eyeing you downstairs anyway.”

Vrothgar’s jaw tightened, his honor a fortress under siege. “You don’t understand,” he rumbled. “My vows—I swore to my god. This… this is a test I can’t fail.” His fists clenched, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering over Torin’s form.

The mage pressed his advantage, stepping so close his chest grazed Vrothgar’s thigh. “A test?” he purred, voice honeyed. “Then let me be the examiner.” He reached up, bold now, and traced the edge of Vrothgar’s breeches, tugging it slightly to expose more of that sweat-slick skin. “You’re not forcing me. I’m choosing this.” He leaned in, nose brushing the orc’s armpit, and inhaled deeply, shuddering as the pheromones hit harder. “Let me choose you.”

Vrothgar groaned, a low, tortured sound, his resolve cracking. “You’re mad, little mage,” he said, but he didn’t pull away. Torin seized the moment, slipping his hands over the orc’s torso, fingers dancing over hard muscle. “Mad’s my specialty,” he teased. The scent was potent this close to the orc's groin, and Torin’s knees nearly buckled, but he pushed forward, pressing his lips to the orc’s chest, tasting salt and musk.

“Please,” Torin whispered, voice raw now, shedding his robe to stand bare, his pale skin aglow in the lantern’s flicker. His arousal was plain, his body trembling with want. “Take me. Your god won’t mind a willing offering.” He sank to his knees, hands sliding up Vrothgar’s thighs, tugging at the breeche's laces.

That broke the dam. Vrothgar’s growl was feral, his honor drowned by need. He hauled Torin up—one massive hand under the mage’s tight ass, the other gripping his waist—and slammed him against the wall. Torin gasped, legs wrapping around Vrothgar’s hips, as the orc’s trousers fell. The full force of his groin’s musk crashed over them, and Torin’s hands clawed at green shoulders, pulling him in. Their mouths collided, fierce and sloppy, Vrothgar’s tusks scraping Torin’s face as his tongue claimed him. Torin moaned, grinding against him, the pheromones turning every touch molten.

The bed creaked as Vrothgar hurled Torin onto it, the mage sprawling eagerly. The orc loomed, stripping bare—his thick, veined length jutting free, dripping with sweat and heady scent. Torin reached for it, stroking, tasting, then dragged Vrothgar down with desperate pleas and a whispered incantation of a modified Grease spell to lubricate himself. The paladin sank onto him, slow at first, clinging to some shred of restraint, but Torin’s writhing—his slim body arching, his cries sharp—shattered it. Vrothgar thrust hard, the room shaking, Torin’s nails raking green flesh as pheromones consumed them.

Sweat and gasps filled the air. Vrothgar pinned Torin, taking him again, then flipped him to let the mage ride, hands gripping pale thighs. Torin bucked, orgasming without touching his rock hard cock. Vrothgar roared and released his potent seed into the human mage, its volume overflowing from Torin's ass. They collapsed, breathless and entwined. Dawn bled through the shutters, gilding their tangled forms. Torin traced lazy lines on Vrothgar’s chest, still buzzing from the scent. “You know, I'm looking to join a party,” he murmured, eyeing the massive orc hopefully. Vrothgar rumbled a laugh. “Aye, mage. But you’re bathing me first.” Torin grinned, plotting his escape from that task already.

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Hey all! Hope this was enjoyable. It was definitely a really self indulgent project. I know I usually focus on TF stuff but I hope the pheromones were close enough to mind control to still fit my niche. I hope to do more fantasy themed stories with this Tales from the Leaky Cock series, and with abundant magic in this generic-dnd-but-erotic fantasy setting there's sure to be some good transformations in the future. (Also, if anyone wants to write their own Tale from the Leaky Cock, I'd love that!)

[myraniellejkelly]

Wearing pheromone perfume on AIB Boys and see their reaction Part 1

【Ｐａｒｔ　２, ３, ４】

Author’s note: I’m changing up my plan here, and yes got this idea from tiktok.

This work includes: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, contains sfw and a light nsfw.

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When you showed up at his door while he was playing his video game, you were sitting down on his lap as he put his hand in, then continue playing his video game.

Until Arisu realized what’s that scent from your shoulder, “Why do you smell so good?”

He stopped playing his games, long forgotten as Arisu keeps smelling you as if your clueless boyfriend, looks at you cutely in the eyes. “Babe? Why do you smell so good?”

But when you stand up, he just grabbed you back and even wrapped his hands around your waist; Arisu nuzzle his head towards your neck, he becomes more clingy to you. So, pretty sure you might have to stay there for a while now.

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Chota smells you while you’re folding laundries, he keeps asking you, “What’s that smell keeps coming from you?”

He’s never gonna leave by your side, he’s gonna sit there in silence. Which it might distract you just because of that scent you’re having on him, suddenly you were dragged and getting laid down on the couch as well as him laying on your chest.

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Mostly, this man would start kissing your neck every 24/7, if you come by then he would keep kissing you.

Somehow, you were stuck beside him and even when he has hands gripping on the table, while he was behind you and getting captured. Usually, Karube can’t control himself because of the scent you have as he start giving you hickeys across your neck. Mostly, you would told him to stop but he would keep on telling you, “Come on, just more five minutes.”

Oh, he’s not gonna stop.

He would be throwing you on the bed and instantly keeps on kissing your neck, until you would be undone during the night. So, good luck with that.

[blooms-in-sleep]

Me (enslaved by pheromones from a mutant pussy but also a wiseguy): I've heard of "serving cunt" but this is ridiculous! 🥁🔔🤪