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// 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 & 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒 //

This account will engage with both SFW and NSFW themes .
All interactions are strictly fictional and between consenting adults .

Do not interact if you are either under the age of 18 or a taboo account ( ... )
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This portrayal explores the entity behind the cult, the embodiment of its rituals , and the primordial fear it represents within the context of the series .

Thematically , this leans into the aspects of supernatural dread and manipulation .
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This account is a personal portrayal of Moloch , from the Spooky Month universe .

This is an independent, headcanon-heavy interpretation .
The character is depicted based on my own analysis and creative liberties .
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Get over here, lynx .
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☆ !

Finally , a bone worth fetching and nibblin ' on .

Give it to me , baby .
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𝐸𝑋 !

Is the yeen really as confident in her prowess as her stance exhibits ?

Only a single way to find out .
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𝐸𝑋 + !

It would take an extended period of time for the scout to fully take his eyes off the professor ...
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𐔌 . ⋮ xn--NavyleCapitaine-0c6kc.xn--6ii.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ↓

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" ... You like it rough, man―don't ya' ? "

Seated position of the scout carried on for a little longer before the man leisurely slid up onto his knees―palming his own erection through the fabric of his jeans without breaking eye contact with the jock.

" Shy? "

He asked before leaning forward, getting a whiff of Taylor's bulge.

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Palming Taylor's jaw before bringing the jock's to a halt with a forceful grip of his hand, tilting his head up like he owns him, making the other look into his eyes―allowing their gazes to meet before finally pulling the man as close as possible, connecting their lips together.

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Fingers of the soldier already tracing the edge of the lynx's jaw, cocking his head mischievously as that one vein visible down his length throbs and pulses right in front of his partner's face―making Eliott wait.

Slow.

Torturous.

" Look at you―already fucking drooling. "

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" Then show me how badly you crave it. "

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Following the pulling away motion, the German shepherd releases the jock―remaining seated on top of him.

" Desperate much? "

He grins.

Fucking grins.

" Make me. "

Taylor's skin vibrates due to the chuckle escaping the scout's lips―licking a teasing stripe up the man's throat.

" You're not the only one. "

Cock deliciously throbbing beneath the fabric of his jeans, progressively getting more and more tight with every passing second and every single grind.

He does not reply, instead―the canine moves his head to trail some teasing kisses down the column of the jock's neck.