#exophilia kinktober

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Kinktober Day 2: Rut/Marking

Male Werewolf x Male Reader

Leon

Notes/Warnings: Rut, medication for said rut mentions, biting, rough, bottom reader, not sure what else to warn about

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The quiet sounds from the TV filled the quiet living room as you enjoyed your usual morning drink, trying to wake up so you could enjoy your weekend. Your boyfriend had gone out to do early morning shopping, right when all the stores opened. You knew it was getting close to his rut but you didn't expect him to come home early, nearly scaring the soul out of you. "Leon, are you ok?" You asked, watching as he rushed to the bedroom. Things could be heard falling as he frantically looked for something. "Babe, what's wrong?" You asked, growing ever more concerned. "Its here." He growled, still rummaging around for something. You tried the door handle only to feel it was locked. Using a coin, you unlocked the door and peaked in. Leon whipped his head towards you, his pupils dialated as he tried to keep his breathing steady.

"Please, where are they?" He asked, referring to the meds he took to keep his rut at bay. "I thought you were out? Didn't you have a prescription to pick up today?" You asked, still partially using the door as a shield, having never had to really go through a rut with him before. "Ugh fuck!" He growled, smacking his face in his hands as he hunched over. You hadn't seen him in rut but from what he told you, he gets very, very rough. "Fuck..." He panted out, doing his best to keep himself in check for the sake of both of you. He didn't want to do something to put you off but little did he know, you liked it rough.

You stepped into the room, revealing yourself to him, making his eyes widen. "Don't, please just, I'll take care of this myself." He said, trying to keep himself away from you. You approached him regardless and pulled him in for a hug. He was shaking. His quick breaths calmed down as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. "You sure you can handle this?" He asked, making you nod. Leon walked the two of you over to the bed, pushing you back against the plush sheets. You could feel him shifting, letting his instincts take over as his body grew and changed into his werewolf form. His clothes ripped and fhe tattered pieces fell from his limbs. He was one of the few who's face more so resembled his human form.

The sharp claws he had gripped at your hips, tempting to rip the pants right off your legs. You quickly stripped of your shirt but Leon's hips pinning your own kept you locked in place. "You smell so good..." He growled, pulling your pants off, having some form of restraint. You could feel his cock rubbing up against yours. It made you breathless, squirming for his touch. He loved it, seeing you desperately grab at his shoulders, begging for more. "You want me fuck you baby?" He teased, hands moving up to grab at your chest, claws barely digging into your skin as he pinched and pulled at your sensitive buds. "Yeah... Please..." You whined, making him grin. He leaned down and pulled you into a kiss. Leon grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand up to his mouth. He suckdd on your fingers, getting them wet before guiding your hand to your own hole. "Stretch for me..." He said, not wanting to risk injury by opening you himself.

You blushed more if possible and nodded, slipping one finger in, then two. You wanted him so badly. Even though he hadn't even don't much foreplay, you just wanted him to fuck you. Something about his rut turned you on so much. "Fuck Leon please..." You begged quickly, back arching up, hole aching for his cock. Leon chuckled and pulled your hand away. "Be patient..." He said, moving down so that your hips were in line with his face. "I wanna taste you first." He growled out, going in and eating you out without hesitation. Your back arched again, cock twitching at the sensation. "Oh fuck!" You moaned out, hands moving down to grip at his hair. Leon practically made out with your hole, slipping his tongue in as far as he could when he could.

"Leon please!" You begged him again, his eyes flicking up to you, hearing the desperation in your tone. Without saying anything, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees, but continued to eat you out. His hands gripped at your ass, claws, again, digging in a bit. After another couple minutes of him making you whimper and moan, he pressed himself against you again. "You ready baby?" He asked, knowing all too well how much you craved it. "Y-yes... Please Leon..." That was all it took for him to push in, gliding in easily at first. His cock was much bigger in his werewolf form, something that you were partially expecting. Your hands gripped at the sheets as Leon pushed in, stopping when you needed it. "Please keep going." You whispered out, causing his ears to perk as he slowly thrust in and out, making sure you were really ready for what was about to come.

As his pace picked up, his thrusts got harder, and harder, until he was slamming into you. His claws dug into your skin as he gripped your hips. "You're so soft inside..." He said, leaning down next to your ear. Leon leaned into your neck and started to kiss at it, leaving gentle nips along the way. All you could do was writhe and moan, completely at his mercy. At some point, your concept of time had faded and you solely focused on the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. The fur on his chest and stomach tickling your back as you felt his strong thighs smacking against you with each thrust. His own pants and moans were growing desperate, a sign he was reaching his climax.

"Cum inside! Please!

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could you write something about Scout with a breeding kink please?? i don't usually see a lot of fics like that when involving him, also maybe some angst too and slight yandere aspects?? only if you're comfortable ofc!! my friend recommended your blog to me :3 ((if they're reading this, i want them to know that i think they're smelly.))

it's spooky season so i'm answering this for werewolf!scout from the monster mash au. (this is a little drabble i wrote about werewolf scout's backstory, you don't really need to read all of it, but for context- scout and reader were childhood friends, but after reader moved away scout seizes the opportunity to get back with "the one that got away") now he's forced reader to live as his mate. not much difference from human scout tbh, it's just spiced with a bit of tetro and full-moon-intensified-horniness, the emotional core/angst of the story is more about his issues regarding family/loyalty/responsibility. i hope that's all good with you, thank you so much for the request!

Title: Puppy Eyes

Character: Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!)

Content Warnings: dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?

Word Count: 3.5k

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TIP JAR

"I never wanted to kill. I am not naturally evil.

Such things I do, just to make myself attractive to you.

Have I failed?" Morrisey, The Last of the Famous International Playboys

(post 2/31 of my version of kinktober where i write whatever i want for every day of october <3)

"I-I know it's a lot- but fuck! C'mon, stay with me, just a lil more!" How many times had you heard that line tonight? You already lost count. It was so late out, the summer night sky crystal-clear as the full moon and starlight pooled through the open windows bright enough to illuminate the entire room. But you didn't want to see; all you wanted to do was bury your head under the pillows and sleep, despite knowing there was a significant chance you wouldn't get more than a wink of sleep tonight. 

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I-I'm almost there! Keep goin'!" Scout continued to try and push you on. His voice had gone hoarse and sounded winded, but he was close. You could feel his knot building, a sensation even now after so many rounds you couldn't determine to be sickening or erotic. Even if you tried to tell yourself it was gross, you'd already come twice feeling Scout grinding it against you, forcing you to lay on your belly under him with your knees bent while he humped you with his briefs still on. He was excited and wanted nothing more than to get right to pounding you into the floor, but even he couldn't entirely ignore his anxiety. It was your first night with him as a wolf, and if he messed up tonight, he knew it would take ages to make it up to you.

It was the first full moon the two of you spent under the same roof, and you knew it would be a rough night, but you had no idea Scout could be so insatiable. Scout was a braggart and a liar. When he told you about all the dirty things he fantasized about doing to you under the full moon, you thought he was trying to get a rise out of you. Needless to say, the countless hickies spotting your neck, shoulders, and tits, the bruises on your thighs and hips, and the ungodly overstimulation going on between your legs were more than enough to convince you Scout was being dead serious. Even before that, usually, Scout liked to dirty talk while he undressed you, liked to watch you get embarrassed and turned on, completely unable to hide it. But not tonight. As soon as Scout locked the door behind himself coming home, he practically jumped you, dragging you to the heaping pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the bedroom floor you called a bed.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't more than a little erotic to see someone so animalistic and primally lustful towards you. And though you weren't about to admit it, Scout didn't look half-bad in his wolf form. Even as a wolf, he was pretty lean, with a shaggy, deceptively soft blonde pelt and, of course, his big blue puppy eyes. Bright, excited eyes that lit up when you praised him, gave him attention, wound your fingers through his hair, anything- he couldn't get enough!

On the other hand, you were starting to fade fast and needed a break. Not only to replenish your energy, but you desperately needed to grab a towel and clean up a little. It was the full moon, and there was nothing on Scout's mind other than coming inside you, but given how many loads he was shooting off, you were physically incapable of keeping all of them inside. Resulting in sticky smears coating your back, thighs, and arms.

"Hang on, just- Jesus, Scout, will you let me get up? I just wanna wipe off a little sweat."You turned your back on Scout, about to head from the "bed" to the bathroom to grab a towel, when two clawed hands grabbed your arms from behind, keeping you in place, "I can help!" 

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, you felt the long flat of his tongue dragged over the back of your neck, collecting the wetness in his mouth before lapping his tongue out again to catch more. The feeling was terrible, but accompanied by the sound of "dog slorping" directly by your ear, made you cower forward to avoid another lick. "Scout, that's disgusting!"

"What? You taste amazing!" Completely uninhibited by your visible repulsion, he tried to lean forward for more while you struggled. 

You shouted, "Stop it!" Louder than you intended, and with a heavy sigh, he loosened his grip on your arms, allowing you to slip away, pulling away from the bed in the process, trying to ignore the light scent of dog breath clinging to your back. Scout sat back on the bed, pouting and fidgeting restlessly, visibly unhappy to see you resisting his advances. "Not tryna gross ya out-, y'know I can't help it!"

He was right, and it was tough to stay mad at him when he gave you puppy eyes, but you were too physically exhausted to let him pull you back right back into bed. 

A voice in the back of your head scolded you for having any kind of sympathy for the monster who held you captive and insisted the two of you were meant to be mates. This wasn't close to a healthy relationship, but Scout wasn't human. How could you expect him to know how to treat you like one? 

Hugging your arms around your naked body, you stepped back, "Let's just take 10, alright? Just let me get some fresh air, maybe something to drink?" 

And in the blink of an eye, Scout's ears perked up again, his tail swishing against the blankets on the floor, "You wanna snack break?" 

Nodding, you smiled a little, "Yeah, I'm just gonna take a step outside, alright? I'll meet up with you right after." 

He nodded, standing until he was towing over you. As he passed by to leave the bedroom, he put a paw-like hand on your shoulder, "Don't make me come getcha, alight?"

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you made a noise of affirmation, watching him head over to the kitchen while you pulled a loose blanket around your naked body before stepping outside to the fire escape and sitting to look up at the sky.

It felt nice to step away from the dank and musky-scented apartment, even if it was just for a few minutes. Everything leading up to tonight felt so overwhelming and confusing. You knew the first full moon you spent with Scout would be rough. And by God was it ever. You could already tell your poor, overstimulated body would be incredibly sore by morning, assuming you could get any sleep tonight, that was.

For about a month now, you were living like this, but counting the days as they passed while in captivity was difficult. The only measure of time you had at your disposal was the phases of the moon and its effect on Scout. Though it wasn't all awful, there were always those rare evenings he would offer to spend out with you. Sitting outside alone, you thought back to one specific evening out with Scout. The night he took you out to meet his mother.

Honestly, you never thought you'd hold much sympathy for the mother of the man who was planning on keeping you as his "mate." Forcing you into captivity with the final intention to make you into a monster like himself. You only agreed to meet up with him at his Ma's place for dinner because you wanted any excuse to get out of Scout's apartment. You'd bargained with him, agreeing to meet him at his mother's place for a few hours of freedom before dinner.

You never thought he'd grant you independence like this, but something about promising to willingly go with him to meet his Ma made his entire face light up with excitement. 

During those few precious moments away from Scout, you didn't even think to try and run away. It was impossible to try and escape a master predator who could track you down in a matter of minutes, and even if you could get away, what was to stop him from hurting your loved ones to get back at you for the betrayal? Instead, you simply enjoyed some fresh air, went for a long walk, and mentally psyched yourself for dinner. 

The walk to Ma's house felt nostalgic in a melancholic way. You could remember racing over to Scout's house as kids, how his Ma said the door was always open for you. She was beautiful, always kind, and made you feel at home. You couldn't understand why you never saw her husband around. But you knew better than to bring something like that up, especially whenever Scout was around.

When you showed up, you expected to see Scout open the door to greet you. But when you knocked on the front door, you heard someone from inside calling out, "It's open!" 

Timidly, you creaked the door open, still unable to shake the feeling you were dreaming of childhood and would wake up any moment. Tiptoeing your way inside, you heard an old black and white television set playing some old British thriller, the sound just as muffled by static as you remembered. The flat was less cluttered than you remembered but maintained the warmth and coziness you never forgot. 

When your eyes met Scout's Ma, you momentarily forgot the resentment you expected to feel for her, overcome by the joy of seeing an old family friend after so long. She smiled at you, her face and figure softened by years, but she was just as stunning and distinguished as you remembered, nothing less than radiant. You watched her walk from the kitchen to greet you with a warm hug, welcoming you with parental affection as though you were one of her own. For just a moment, you held onto her, suddenly choked up, realizing you could now meet her at eye level.

She pulled away gently, "Good to see ya again."

Taking a slight step back, you cleared your throat, "I apologize; I must be a bit early. I thought Scout would be here by now." You felt a touch awkward, trying to figure out what to do in the absence of Scout.

She turned to walk back to the kitchen, talking to you from over her shoulder. "He was. I sent him out for an errand run. I didn't want the boy smothering ya as soon as I walked in. Can ya come help me set the table?" 

You followed her through the kitchen, "You sent him out?" 

Scout's Ma chuckled, making you freeze up a little, taken aback by how eerily similar Scout sounded when he laughed, "He's been talkin' my ear off all damn day. I just wanted a lil peace and quiet. Can ya blame me?" 

Walking into the kitchen, you could see the small but delicious-smelling meal she prepared for the three of you to share already laid out on the table. You tried to force yourself not to stare and focus on helping her finish setting up. Still, Ma could notice you were distracted, staring off into space, caught up in your own memories. She grinned, "My boy cleaned up the place before you got in. Bless his heart, I ain't ever seen him so determined to clean all his life."

You bit down on your lower lip, unsure how to respond, keeping your gaze fixed on your hands as you laid the silverware down. Did she know about Scout keeping you like a prisoner for nearly a month now? Did she have any idea how dangerous her son really was? You had no idea. "I never thought he'd bother with that sort of thing."

You could see Scout's Ma looking up at you from your peripheral vision, but you didn't have the resolve to meet her eye. "He cares about ya. He's always cared more than he wanted anyone to know."

"So she does know?" You wondered, somewhat confident she knew much more than she was letting on. Looking at her cautiously, you took a seat. "I'm not sure I believe that. Scout's never been the "caring" type… No offense."

She had an odd, far-off look on her face as she nodded, taking a seat by you. "I understand why you'd think that. But he's been through so much; it's not easy for him to love. Not without fear."

Your brow creased, "I don't think I understand." 

She sighed through her nose, looking past you, out the window to the street beyond. "When Scout was a little boy- Every day I told him I loved him. Every day, I patched up that boy's scrapes and made sure he made it home safe every night. And he'll always be my little boy... But I can only do so much for him, y'know?"

Trying your best not to sound nosy, you responded, "What do you mean by that?"

Ma's jaw tightened slightly, her piercing eyes finally meeting yours, "I couldn't make his father stay, for one thing… And I sure as hell couldn't stop him from getting into trouble." 

"So she does know…" You thought, though, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her as you thought you would. Scout's Ma couldn't control the guy any more than you could. You tried to lighten the mood a little, offering a weak smile, "Scout's a grown man now. He can handle himself just fine."

She folded her hands across her lap, sitting back in her seat a little, as though deep in thought, and trying to choose her words as carefully as possible. "Scout's a man now, but when his father left- I don't think he ever came back from that."

Leaning forward a little, you rest your hands on the table, "I thought he never knew his father?"

She nodded, "That's what he always said. I think it was the easiest way for him to cope with the disappearance." 

You were about to express your condolences, feeling quite overwhelmed with the new information, but she continued, "I can still remember how he would pretend to go to sleep, waiting to see his father again… I never had the heart to tell Scout his father was never coming back… And to be honest, without you, I think he would still be waiting."

Stiffening slightly, you asked, "What do you mean?"

Finally, she was able to look you in the eye again, appearing much less lost in her own thoughts, "I don't know how to put this, but I think the day he stopped waiting, that was when he made up his mind to become the father he never had." 

You seriously hated how much sense that made. 

Scout's Ma reached across the table, squeezing your hand with hers in a gesture of sympathy. "And there was something about the look on his face when he told me you were back in town… I think he always wanted it to be you."

You nodded. As much as you were terrified by Scout's obsession with you, the idea he'd felt this way since childhood never even occurred to you. She continued, "Believe me, I've seen him chase plenty of girls- but it was nothin' more than foolin' around, you know? Like he was waitin' for you to come back. It's like he always believed you two were meant to be."

Ever since that night, you could not get that one phrase out of your head, "As though it were meant to be…" Even now, the mere thought of it pulled at your heartstrings, doubting you had any chance to escape your destiny. Slipping back inside, you let the blanket fall from your shoulders as you sat back on the little blanket pile by Scout while he shotgunned Bonk with one hand, holding a protein bar in the other. 

Scout allowed you to settle by his side before wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. Eating seemed to mellow him somewhat, and he wasn't nearly as grabby with you as you nestled into his soft pelt. 

The wholesomeness of the moment didn't last long. As soon as Scout finished his drink, he tossed the can aside, nuzzling closer, looking at you with expectant eyes, "So you wanna…"

You met his eye, "I think I can do one more round…"

That incentive was all he needed before he was back on top, smearing your neck and chest with messy, open-mouthed kisses while he fumbled for a moment, trying to re-find his position against your body. With a bit more force than he intended, Scout pushed you back down on your back, lifting your legs with his arms. Scout got properly situated between your legs, practically shivering with excitement. "Alrighty then! One more round- gotta make it count!"

Feeling that all too familiar swelling at the base of his cock, you winced as he sunk his claws into where he was holding you up by your thighs.

For a moment, he was distracted, groping the soft skin of your thighs with his fingers, making you moan, trying to recapture his attention, "Scout- c'mon please-" A little breathy plea and sleepy bedroom eyes were all it took before Scout could feel his blood rushing straight to his cock, making it throb while his mouth began to salivate.

"God, you look hot as fuck like that!" He was already aligned to penetrate, and you felt your oversensitive nerves forced against his overheated body. "I will never get sick of seein' ya like this- Ya drive me fuckin crazy, y'know that?"

"Scout, just a little more; I can take it!" You tried to keep urging him on, but as soon as he began pushing inside, you felt your head rolling back as you forced yourself to stay nice and pliable for him. A task easier said than done. But even horny out of his mind, Scout could see you were trying your best to hang on for him and make the last round count. 

You were so good to him like that. Scout was so proud to finally call you his girl that he could hardly take it. "I'm gonna make you real proud, I promise! I'm gonna give ya a baby, a-and more! Fuck, we'll have our own pack goin' in no time!"

It was harder to follow along with what he was saying as he picked up speed, his words getting muffled by his growling and wild panting. While you felt your body being used like a toy in his crushing grip. His feral lust and size made your head spin, and as he continued to grind himself against your clit you felt another intense pressure building at the base of your spine. A pleasure which you tried desperately to ride out but hardly could on account of being unable to move against the monster above, but even without being able to stimulate yourself, once you felt his knot building up deep inside, making you come just a few intense thrusts before Scout. Forcing the two of you to remain connected until the swelling went down entirely, Scout took this opportunity to lap apologetically at some of the more intense bitemarks and bruising left on your neck.

You thought you could finally relax when you felt him finally pull out, only to be caught off guard by the feeling of his clumsy fingers trying to force the comeback inside of you without accidentally tearing you apart with his claws. Though, given the night you just endured, you doubted a few more lacerations would mean anything at this point. 

By now, your mind and body felt like two entirely different entities. You could feel a kind of queasiness of being overly filled by Scout, feeling so full you felt paralyzed from the navel down. You wouldn't be surprised if your body was rubbed bright red after hours of overstimulation, though you took immense comfort knowing the long night of passion was coming to a close. Now that Scout agreed to concede for the night, you weren't too scared to snuggle up closer to share body heat for fear of getting roped into "just one more round." 

Scout was too tuckered out to think of asking for any more, and he felt more spent than ever before, the sensation as exhausting as it was euphoric. He watched your limp body latch onto his chest, grinning like an idiot, feeling your fingers getting lost in the dense fur of his pelt. Better than making love under a full moon after dreaming of this his entire life, being able to hold you close made his heart swell. Scout felt so protective to keep you close like this. Cradling you, his baby, while you held a baby of your own, or so he liked to think.

Even though he knew you were probably already asleep by this point, Scout pressed his forehead to the top of your head, whispering, "Ma loves ya, and she's been on my back asking' about grandkids… I'm not tryna pressure you or nothin', but- I mean, I just wanna say- you're gonna fit in perfect with the rest of the family. I know it."

Even if you couldn't hear him say it, to say all that out loud while holding you close felt like a dream come true, and he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do to protect this dream.

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Day 30: Ichigo Kurosaki ~ Feral

Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.3k Date Published: October 30, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Hollow!Ichigo, Dom!Switch!Ichigo, Size Difference, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Vaginal Sex, Light Blood/Injury, Hair Pulling, Creampie, Dub-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Ichigo has lost control to his Hollow side, but even in his feral state, there's one thing he knows he wants more than destruction.

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  I'd gone down into the training area Kisuke had under his shop to try and find him since he hadn't been upstairs. I was here to pick up a package and wanted to be on my way before he tried dumping defective products on me that he'd gotten at a discount. Looking over the barren landscape of sandy soil and rocks, I tried to spot his hat over the boulders.

  Walking further in, I cupped my hands around my mouth.

  "Kisuke!" I yelled, my voice carrying through the air to the far corners of the training area. I heard some rocks shifting to my right and turned to look. "Kisuke! I'm here to pick up my package." Walking in the direction I'd heard the noise in, I rounded a large boulder only to see nothing there.

  My brows furrowed as I glanced around. There were no wind currents down here, and I was certain I heard the rocks moving. Had a rat gotten down here?

  "Kisuke!" I hollered again. There was a sound like a rattling hiss, animalistic and reptilian. Quickly turning on my heel, I didn't see anything there. "Shit." I clenched my jaw while becoming more alert.

  Kisuke must've stored some beast down here. I hadn't sensed a Hollow, but it certainly sounded like one. I hoped he hadn't tried putting a Gikon in a Hollow training dummy again since the last time had gone so terribly wrong.

  Cautiously stepping toward the exit, I kept my eyes on my surroundings. If a real Hollow had been down here, it would've already attacked me by now. So what the fuck was hiding among the rocks and stalking closer?

  I glanced over my shoulder toward the exit only to freeze. Standing there while hunched over and head tilted down was Ichigo. However, he was fully Hollowfied and topless with his hakama in tatters. And, to make things stranger, he had a tail despite being in his Vasto Lorde form.

  Had something gone wrong during his transformation? If so, it might be easier to get around him. If it was from Kisuke tampering....then there was no telling.

  His tail swayed as he crouched lower and growled. I didn't see his sword with him either as his claws flexed. This wasn't how he usually acted when in this form either. He was more animalistic and feral whereas any other time he was silent, intimidating, and precise while a Vasto Lorde.

  What the fuck had happened to him?

  Slowly grabbing the long, thin bag hanging over my shoulder, I opened it to pull out my sword. Ichigo growled again while placing his hands on the ground. He was on all fours now with his tail swaying as he seemed to size me up.

  Pulling the handle of the sword to unsheathe it, Ichigo only saw the glint of metal before attacking. He was faster than me in reacting and tore my sword from my hands before throwing it. His head swung around like a bull, and I narrowly missed getting gored by his horns.

  "Ichigo! C'mon, man!" I jumped back, and he lunged. I caught his horns this time as my feet slid across the ground. "Ichigo! I know you're in there somewhere, so please don't fucking eat me!" I twisted to avoid his sharp claws while not letting go of his horns.

  I didn't have much time to think and shoved his horns down, forcing his head to hit the ground. I thankfully had leverage like this and didn't let up. Ichigo's tail then whipped around and hit me, sending me flying into some rocks.

  He pounced and buried his teeth into my hoodie, thankfully only getting a mouthful of fabric. Ichigo violently shook his head like a dog, and I slipped out of the garment before rolling away. When he realized I was no longer under him, he tossed the hoodie to the side and faced his black sockets in my direction. It was hard to tell where exactly he was looking with his skull-like face and invisible eyes, but I just knew he was looking at me.

  I remained light on my feet with my hands raised. The fact that I was even still standing could be attributed to the state Ichigo was in with the messed up transformation and primal behavior. Even if the Ichigo I knew was deep in there somewhere, I wasn't entirely sure he could hear me or at least couldn't comprehend what was going on.

  Chances were high talking wouldn't work.

  The beast was still between me and the exit, and I was unarmed. With no one around, I also didn't have any help. Heavily sighing, I braced myself for Ichigo's next attack.

  He came at me with claws bared and ready to tear into me. However, I managed to grab his furry wrists and redirect them even if I couldn't stop him. His claws narrowly missed my shoulders, and I leaned my head back to avoid his horns.

  I could feel his breath on my throat as he pushed me down with his immense strength. I tried pushing him back by his shoulders, but he barely budged. Although....he stopped moving entirely.

  His face was still close to my neck as he was breathing heavily like an animal, and a low rumble came from his chest. His head slightly tilted as he leaned in closer, and I realized he was smelling me.

  I began to hope he'd recognize my scent and calm down. He had to on some level for it to give him pause. But would that be enough?

  Swallowing, I stayed still to not set him off. His flat nose bumped against the edge of my jaw while his horns were dangerously close to my face. His teeth parted, and I tensed from the fear that he was about to bite me.

  Ichigo instead licked under my chin as another low rumble came from his chest. Did that mean he recognized me and wouldn't tear me apart? Or was he simply tasting before ripping a chunk out?

  His head went lower as he was sniffing. My hands were still on his shoulders, and when I gently tried to push him away, he growled. Okay, so he wasn't attacking, but he was still on edge.

  He was sniffing over my torso now and lingered at the spot where I'd spilled some coffee that morning. He huffed through his nose like a bull and moved on. Was he looking for something specific? Why was he still smelling me?

  Was it another weapon he was looking for? Perhaps he wanted to be sure the sword had been all I brought with me.

  Hopefully, he wouldn't mistake the metal of my keys as a knife as he was sniffing at my pocket. But then he moved away, and I felt relieved.

  Until his face hovered over my crotch. Instead of checking my other pocket, he got closer, and I could feel the embarrassment creeping up.

  "Could you not-" I spoke up just before he shoved his face between my thighs. I jolted and grabbed his horns to yank his head away. "Woah! No!" My voice came out louder from surprise as my cheeks warmed.

  Ichigo's tail thumped against the ground as he growled. My reaction clearly pissed him off, and he shook his head to get my hands off his horns. When he reared back, I used that as my chance to scramble back.

  Getting to my feet to run, Ichigo grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the ground. I landed on my stomach with a grunt, and he pinned my thigh to the ground when I went to kick him. I heard his growl go lower before feeling his face between my thighs again.

  "Ichigo!" I nearly screeched while trying to shove his head back. "Ichi-!" My voice cut off as I froze and my brain came to a squealing halt. His long, broad tongue had licked over my jeans, and I could feel his hot breath. When I snapped out of my shock, I was yelling at him again. "Ichigo, I fucking swear! Get off me! Stop it, you massive fucking pervert!"

  He ignored me and licked again even as I was pushing against his forehead. Since I was on my stomach with my legs pinned, I didn't have the leverage or range to get his head away from me. I was floundering on what to do since Ichigo had never displayed such behavior before when he lost control any other time.

  Ichigo huffed, then bit the back of my jeans and jerked his head up. I figured he'd intended to try and get them out of his way but only succeeded in lifting me onto my hands and knees. He let go of my ankle to claw my jeans off.

  "Hey! Hey, listen to me!" I tried talking to him again in a last-ditch effort. "Remember that nice lady, Orihime? Yeah? She'll be pretty upset about this!" Not even mentioning Orihime got him to snap out of it. "Fuck! Zangetsu! Old man! Any of you fuckers in there- Stop him!" I grabbed Ichigo's wrist to try and keep him from tearing through my underwear.

  This was already so embarrassing as it was. I didn't want to lose my last few shreds of dignity I had to a horny Hollowfied Ichigo.

  My grip on Ichigo's wrist wasn't strong enough at this angle, and he dug his claws into my underwear. I yelled as the pitiful fabric fell to the ground. To make matters worse, the cool air hitting my skin made me realize just how turned on I was.

  I didn't think it was possible in such a situation, but I was wet, and Ichigo could smell it. The feral bastard pressed his face against me with his nose sliding between my lips. He made a sound like a purr before licking, and I took in a sharp breath. Lapping a few more times, he then pulled away and hooked his hands around my hips.

  His pelvis smacked against my ass, and my eyes widened at feeling his erection. Ichigo was grinding against me but sounded frustrated as he growled. He let go of one of my hips and ripped through his hakama.

  Ichigo tried again, and I felt his cock go between my thighs as he missed his target. He was thrusting and still sounding frustrated, but I shivered from his shaft rubbing against my clit. I could also feel how it wasn't....normal.

  Swallowing, I told myself it was only curiosity that made me lower my head to look between my thighs. Sure enough, his swollen cock didn't look human. It had a blunt, tapered head while the shaft had bumps and black markings like on his face and chest.

  My arousal was leaking onto his dick and allowing him to move against my clit with more ease. His hips bucked, and I heavily sighed.

  "Oh, fuck it." I reached down and grabbed his cock. He jolted when he felt my touch only to start purring as he rocked his hips. Ichigo was trying to fuck my hand until I managed to push him back and slide the tip of his dick into place.

  Feeling the tapered head against my entrance, Ichigo seemed to realize the change and pushed forward. He trilled as he successfully got the tip in. His grip on my hips tightened, and he eagerly thrust the rest of the way in. He made a sound like a groan that was distorted from Hollowfication when his pelvis was flush against my ass.

  I felt so full, and now that the beast was mounted and balls deep, he pulled out a few inches to thrust back in. Ichigo had a near-bruising grip on me while rutting. I bit my lip to keep my moans quiet, but one heavy thrust, and my mouth fell open.

  Ichigo gained enthusiasm after hearing me moan and went faster. My hair fell over my shoulders and swayed from each thrust as my fingers dug into the ground. Even if Ichigo was out of it and running on instinct, it felt good.

  His claws pricked at my sides as he began pulling me back in time with his thrusts. Ichigo leaned forward while still fucking me, and I felt his horns tap against the top of my head from him shoving his face into my hair. He deeply inhaled and groaned with his hot breath hitting the back of my head and neck.

  At the back of my mind, I began to wonder why this had even happened. Even if Ichigo had recognized my scent in his feral state, why had it led to him fucking me instead of just calming down? ....Was there some conscious part of him that wanted this?

  My head hung from my shoulders as I moaned, and Ichigo's long hair cascaded down from his shoulders. His teeth brushed against the back of my neck before nipping. He softly purred while nuzzling and rammed his cock into me.

  "Ow!" I jolted when some of his claws cut my thigh from how hard he was gripping. It seemed to startle Ichigo just as much, and he could smell the blood. I was on my back in a second before he spread my legs and brought his face toward the scratches.

  I worried the blood might be what finally got him to take a bite out of me. However, that fear seemed unwarranted when he instead licked the wound clean. His skull-like face brushed against the scratches before licking again.

  That seemed to be good enough for him, and he was thrusting back into my pussy. Now that I was facing him again, I saw that he was drooling with his mouth hanging open as he panted. His abs flexed and rolled with each thrust while his hands were on the ground to hold himself up. Ichigo's tail thumped against the ground when he groaned.

  Ichigo was looking down at me as a drop of drool dripped from his chin. To keep him from drooling on my shirt more, I pulled it up to my collarbone. Seeing more of my naked body seemed to make him go wilder as he pumped his cock harder and faster while growling. He even started drooling more, and it was beginning to pool on my stomach.

  And with how he panted with his mouth wide open, I could actually see his human mouth behind his Hollow teeth. He was lost in the pleasure, and I reached up to grab some of his hair and pulled him down. Ichigo groaned with that distorted Hollow voice, and my back arched since the angle he was at now finally got friction against my neglected clit.

  Moaning with my head lolled back, Ichigo licked my throat. Biting my bottom lip, I rocked my hips in time with his to get more friction against my clit. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I made sure he stayed at that angle. His tail was whipping from side to side as his claws dug into the ground.

  Ichigo sounded like an animal with his heavy breathing so close to my ear. His thrusting became frantic, and I had a feeling he was getting close to cumming. I was getting there myself but not quite yet.

  When he did finally cum, his head reared back with a loud groan that turned into a roar. I could feel his cock twitching with each spurt. Sliding my hand between us, I circled my clit with my fingers to get me the rest of the way. Ichigo noticed as he came down from his high and watched my hand while still drooling.

  I moaned as my thighs clenched. Ichigo was still balls deep as his cum was slowly leaking out of my pussy. And I finally got to orgasm with my back arching. He tensed and grunted while feeling me cumming around his sensitive cock.

  Panting, I rubbed a hand over my face and felt the thin layer of sweat on my skin. Ichigo finally pulled out now that my orgasm had passed, and I rolled over to get to my feet. My legs were unsteady as cum trailed down my thighs. Pulling my shirt down, I pushed it further to cover myself more.

  "Oh, did I really just do that?" I muttered to myself as the post-orgasm clarity hit me. "I can't believe I just fucked a Hollow. I can't believe I just fucked Ichigo. Oh, Hell, so many people are gonna be pissed at me." I groaned while covering my face with one hand. "Fuck! Did I just take his virginity?!" I was rambling to myself while thinking of all the possible repercussions of this.

  I heard Ichigo purr behind me, and I looked over my shoulder.

  "What is your deal, man? Don't you see I'm having a crisis here?" I waved my hand, and Ichigo crawled toward me before sticking out his tongue. He licked the cum off my inner thigh near my knee and went higher. "Haven't you had enough already, you perverted Hollow?" I grabbed his horns to shove his head away.

  Ichigo didn't care and pulled my legs apart before picking me up to drop me on the ground. He grabbed my ass to lift my hips, and I felt his cock prodding at my entrance. When he finally managed to get it in, he huffed like a bull and rested his chin on my chest.

  His hands squeezed my ass as he groaned and started fucking me again. The mix of bodily fluids acted as a lubricant as he pushed as deep as he could go. Ichigo licked his top row of teeth like a beast would its maw, and his horns were right over my face.

  It seemed he had learned something from the last time since he held my hips at an angle to get friction against my clit. I was moaning and still sensitive from the first orgasm, but he didn't give a shit. He just wanted to experience that feeling again.

  He was mid-stroke when cracks began to form across his skeletal face. Pieces broke off as his tail thrashed, and I saw the expression on his human face underneath. Ichigo's eyes were only half-open with his lips parted as he panted, and he was starting to drool again.

  However, some clarity entered his glazed eyes, and his hips began to slow down.

  "W....Wynter?" His voice was still Hollowfied, and I couldn't believe he was coming back to his senses now after everything. Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he froze. "Wynter?!" He reared back while looking down at me, and his white cheeks turned bright red. His tail wiggled when his gaze was locked on his cock buried deep in my pussy and the mess on my thighs.

  I felt him twitch inside me as his grip on my ass tightened. Ichigo was catching on quickly to what had happened while he was out of control.

  "I....I'm so sorry." His voice was weak, but he still couldn't look away from where our bodies were joined.

  "Keep growling, and you can finish."

  "What?" He finally tore his gaze away to look at me.

  "I said," Pushing myself up, I locked my legs around his hips as he held me up by my ass and I was holding one of his horns to tilt his face to the side. "keep growling, and you can finish." I licked his warm cheek, and his breath faltered.

  A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I smirked.

[heebiebeebies]

A goddess being adored by her loyal companion 🐂🌧️

Closeup of this thing I made for days 9 & 10 of Dead Dove Kinktober.

Plus: the tweet.

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 5th: Alien

Yautja x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of killing Xenomorphs

You were a fascinating creature for the young Yautja warrior, being such a smaller human and being able to kill multiple Xenomorphs with very little damage towards yourself. When you were suddenly taken away by a even larger alien, you didn't even realize what you had in store.

Although the history between Yautjas and humans has been a rather long one, the Yautja male knows that there's been humans who are deemed worthy of their respect and you are one of them.

You've been living with the alien for what seemed to be a while, time doesn't really matter in the new planet that he dropped you in. Even though he intimidated you at first with his height and the shock of the situation at the time, he was rather nice to you. Giving you gifts from his hunts, making sure you're safe, even helping you learned to defend yourself.

You feel his dreads softly hit your bare skin as his head was in the crook of your neck, his manbites gently brush against the delicate flesh as his thrusts spead up- his rough hands firmly pressed to your hips as you kept riding him.

Your hands ran down his toned skin, feeling the muscles and scars that littered his body as moans leaked from your lips like a sweet lullaby to the yautja. He guides your body more, letting him be deeper inside you.

[axtrr]

Blood, Sweat, & Tears

surprise! it’s october! i know myself well enough to know that there’s no way in hell i’ll post daily ever but WEEKLY i can do! so each friday in october i’ll post a lil drabble for y’all :]

apologies in advance for the slutty mess that is this post.

Sadist!Demon/Masochist!Reader | 18+, minors do not interact

warnings/general elements: sadism, masochism (obviously), blood, claws, a hint of hair-pulling, biting, mild dacryphilia, manhandling (Seth tosses you around like a ragdoll, RIP), degradation, couch sex, rough sex, begging

Seth’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back towards his as razor-sharp claws dragged over your thigh. The demon had never been a fan of gentle sex, but tonight he was being particularly cruel— not that you minded.

“You whine like a bitch in heat,” he snarled into the skin of your neck before biting hard enough to draw blood. He shoved you down on his lap, digging his nails deeper into your soft skin, ripping a mixture of a moan and a pained cry from your throat as you rode him. You couldn’t stop shaking, especially not when his teeth finally tore away from your flesh with a soft rip.

He licked your blood off his lips and kissed you, his right hand still tangled in your hair, making you painfully aware of how little control you had in this.

It was all Seth could do to hold onto your hips and keep himself inside of you without cumming just yet— it was so hard to hold back, though; you were so cute when you were in pain, when your pretty tears were running down those soft cheeks.

“M-More,” you pleaded, eyes hazy with need, “please…lemme move…”

He paused, and just as you opened your mouth to beg again, he shoved you under him on the couch.

“Fine,” he sneered, “impatient little whore.”

With his lips pressed to your neck, tongue flitting over the wound he made, Seth positioned himself between your legs again and slammed back inside you with no warning. A twitch jolted through you in response and the demon only took a moment to chuckle at your reaction before continuing to pound into you at a steady pace, getting deeper and earning a new moan from you with each rock of his hips.

His breath came out harsh and ragged against your jawline as you began to squirm beneath him out of pure instinct, a part of you feeling like a scared animal trapped under the body of a much larger predator.

Your struggle was ended swiftly, though, because Seth didn't even need to try holding you down. All he needed was to give another rough thrust, satisfied when your breath hitched.

“Filthy slut. Look at you, so needy…so easy to break. I’ll bet if I just touch here,” he pressed his thumb against a bruise on your thigh, drawing a pained moan from you, and smirked at your response. “That’s what I wanna hear, baby. That’s it, keep making those noises for me.”

[demigoddessqueens]

It’s officially October and the spooky season!! And the kicker for Kinktober!! Here is my official list for this season’s sexy and sensual season.

This series will also be posted and updated regularly (as best I can) here on the blog and on my ao3

I also have this posted on the main post too with the other masterlists.

OCTOBER 1: BODY WORSHIP/SOMNOPHILIA

OCTOBER 2: PUBLIC SEX

OCTOBER 3: DIRTY TALK/NIPPLE PLAY

OCTOBER 4: BREATHPLAY

OCTOBER 5: COCKWARMING

OCTOBER 6: COLLARING

OCTOBER 7: FEMDOM

OCTOBER 8: BONDAGE AND LINGERIE

OCTOBER 9: MIRROR SEX

OCTOBER 10: BITING/OVERSTIMULATION

OCTOBER 11: PRAISE KINK

OCTOBER 12: THIGH RIDING

OCTOBER 13: DRY HUMPING

OCTOBER 14: DENIAL/EDGING

OCTOBER 15: MUTUAL MAS

OCTOBER 16: QUICKIES

OCTOBER 17: HANDJOB

OCTOBER 18: RECIPROCATED ORAL

OCTOBER 19: BATH SEX

OCTOBER 20: AFTERCARE

OCTOBER 21: MASSAGE

OCTOBER 22: SIZE KINK

OCTOBER 23: COCK WORSHIP

OCTOBER 24: TEMPERATURE PLAY

OCTOBER 25: PEGGING

OCTOBER 26: ALIEN/BREEDING KINK

OCTOBER 27: FOOD PLAY

OCTOBER 28: FACE SITTING

OCTOBER 29: THREESOME

OCTOBER 30: CAR SEX

OCTOBER 31: EXOPHILIA

[loousir]

[Orc] More than meets the eye

Kinktober Day 1: Muscles/Body Mods

Larek

Male Orc x Male Reader

Notes/Warnings: Piercings all over (🍌 included), lemon, smut, muscle touching, chest sucking, top for bottom, bottom reader, Larek is bigger than you regardless of your size for plot purposes, did I mention piercings?

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Sorry I'm late to kinktober, will work on catching up! All of these will be probably be short, please forgive 🙏

Every day, you would see him outside working. Larek was one of few Orcs who lived in your village. His primary job was working as a guard. In his free time, he would chop wood and help build housing for newcomers or those who needed it. He was quiet and his face may have that typical scary Orc look, he was sweet to everyone he met. And especially sweet to you. You weren't sure why but you didn't mind the attention even though there were others who you felt would be better suited for him. Today you did your usual 'gawk at the towns hottie' but you didn't realize he had been noticing you and intentionally flexed his muscles a little more than usual.

It made you blush every time he did, much to his delight. After watching him for a little while, longer, you decided you should probably go do your shopping for the day. At least before it starts to get busy. Dressing in comfortable but casual clothes, you slipped your shoes on, grabbed your basket and keys, and made your way out into the market. Your eyes scanned over all the fresh fruits and veg the vendors had to offer, picking the best of the best. Little had you realized, Larek had decided he would join you on your early morning pick up. You were thanking a young vendor when you turned around without looking, bumping into his chest. "Oh, I'm sorry-" You said quickly, looking up to the man. "Ah L-Larek, good morning!" You said, stepping back as a blush crossed your cheeks. He chuckled.

"Good morning to you too. How are you?" He asked, leaning down just a bit to look at you. You couldn't help but smile and shrug. "Same as always." You said with a small chuckle, finally looking back up to him. Larek smiled and held his hand out. "I'd like to join you, let me carry that." He said, bluntness being his specialty. "Are you sure?" You asked softly, grabbing the basket like you were about to give it to him. He insisted and nodded. "It'd be my pleasure." You were convinced by his smile and telling gaze, handing him the basket that had grown quite heavy. Of course, he carried it like it was nothing. "I still have a few more things to pick up if that's ok." You said, glancing away again as Larek placed himself besides you. "That's alright. I'll help you finish up."

You couldn't help but smile more at his kindness, wanting to find a way to repay him. You were never one to take without giving back. While you picked up the last few things you needed, you spotted a pumpkin cart that had just came in. "Could I grab a couple of those? I wanna make a pie." You asked, making Larek chuckle. "Its your gold, why ask me?" He questioned, making you blush softly as he lead the two of you over to the cart. "Well you're already carrying so much..." Larek just chuckled again. "What's a couple pumpkins to the mix? Worried I can't carry it?" He teased, making you flustered and him just smile at your response. "Get the ones you want. I'll be ok." He reassured, making you nod. He was very smooth with his words and you couldn't help but do as he told you. You picked the best pie pumpkins to which he easily carried with the arm that didn't have the basket.

With a small thank you and payment to the vendor, the two of you made the trip back to your home. You unlocked the door and let Larek in first. He walked straight to the kitchen and you stopped to slip your shoes off and lock the front door again. "Could you set them on the counter-!" Larek had already set them down and was disturbingly quiet for his size. He cut you off by sweeping you off your feet, holding you up with ease. "You're lighter than the groceries." He said, slipping his shoes off as well while you just blushed and held on tight. "Why did you do that..?" You asked, making Larek chuckle as he just carried you around. "You must not have noticed my advances towards you?" He questioned more than stated.

"Your what?" You asked, pulling back to look at him. The look in his eyes was a bit sad but his face otherwise. "No... I, I didnt." You said softly, admiring his strong features. Larek smiled, "Well... I'm, very, interested in you." He said, hands moving to hold you up by your thighs. You inhaled sharply and blushed more, unable to hide it from him. His hands were large and well worn, yet delicate as if he squeesed too hard, you would shatter. "I know you watch me in the mornings." He said, locking eyes with you, keeping your attention on him. "Do you like men with bug muscles?" He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded, making him tilt his head a bit. "Where's your room?" You pointed to the slightly ajar door that led to your bedroom. "Wait are we-?" Larek didn't let you finish when he set you on the bed.

"Stay there." He said lowly, making you shiver at the tone. Larek slowly unbuttoned his shirt, making sure you were watching him the whole time. The lower he got, the more that was exposed. Even though you could appreciate a gut, he didn't have any signs of one. His abs and chest were solid, pure muscle. Lareks hands carefully slipped the fabric off his shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor. His orcish tattoos stood out against his olive green skin. You had never seen him without a shirt and the tattoos made him way more attractive to you. It was obvious when it came to his ears and nose piercing but what really got you going was seeing that he had nipple piercings too. "Good gods..." You panted out, a tent already starting to form in your pants.

Larek grinned and untied his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the floor with his shirt. He beckoned you over and you followed, slipping off the bed to stand in front of him. He looked down at you, the same grin still lining his lips. He took your hands and placed them on his abs. "Go on. You're getting a first hand look at the things you've been watching for so long." He said lowly as you looked up to him with wide eyes. Since you were invited to, you ran your hands all over. Starting from his abs, trailing up to his ribs, then just under his chest. Your breath caught when you looked back up to him again to see him biting his bottom lip. "Keep going..." He purred, voice rubbing through his chest. You reached up and grabbed his chest. It was softer than you anticipated but you loved how big and muscular it was. He moaned when you squeezed them before moving to pinch and pull at his pierced nipples.

"Yeah... Just like that..." He said, licking his lips as he watched you feel him up. You couldn't help yourself, almost as if you were getting pulled in. You found your mouth connecting to his chest, sucking on the perky bud, rolling the piercing over your tongue. Larek moaned again and grabbed the back of your neck, holding on to keep you close, forcing you to suck at his chest. His other hand pulled you in, pressing your body against his. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against you. 'Fuck he's big' you thought, Larek pulling you away only to switch you to the other side. Your eyes rolled closed as his other hand slipped itself in your pants to grope at your ass.

Once Larek seemed satisfied, he pulled you away and made you face him. "Take them off." He was referring to his own pants and briefs, which were growing ever tighter as he continued to get hard. You nodded and looked up to him as you slowly unbuttoned his pants, delicate fingers slipping under the wristband, pulling them down to his ankles. Larek stepped out of them and kicked them to the pile of clothes he had made. "Almost there." He whispered, watching as you slowly slipped his brief down as well, his hard cock bouncing to display. "Holy fuck..." You whispered, seeing that he also had piercings lining the underneath of his shaft. Larek tilted his head at your reaction. "Think you'll be ok?" You eagerly nodded and he grinned again, picking you up and throwing you on the bed. "Good..." He growled, ripping your shirt off. You gasped at the sudden exposure. Thankfully, you didn't like these clothes much anyway as he also ripped your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

Having this muscle hunk hover over you made your cock drip with pre, already soaking through the fabric that hid your sensitive area. Larek looked up to you to see if this was ok to continue with and you nodded. He leaned down and bit the waistband, pulling them down with his teeth, making you wonder if he's done this before. That thought quickly dissipated when he spread your legs, seating himself between them. He didn't even asked and reached over to your side dresser, instantly finding the lube you stored inside of it. "I knew you were a little perv..." He teased, making you cover your face. Larek chuckled and poured the cool liquid over your entrance, rubbing it in gently.

You were worried you wouldn't be able to take his fingers let alone his cock. "L-Larek... Just, slow please..." You panted out, cock twitching when he flashed a toothy grin. "I'll be gentle." He said, slowly pushing a finger in, making your gasp and close your eyes tight. Larek used his other hand to move your arms away from your face. "Look here." He said, wanting you to look at him again. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up to him, lingering for a moment before trading down to his body and, also, dripping cock. "You turn me on so much..." He spoke in a deep tone, leaning down as he slowly slipped another finger in, making your toes curl. "Larek..!" You moaned out, feeling him stretch your hole. "Almost there..." He said working you open for potentially a third. Larek pulled you in for a kiss, instantly slipping his tongue in to reveal he also has multiple tongue piercings right down the middle. You could never see them but were surprised there was more than one.

"Larek please-" He cut you off with a moan as he slipped a third in, throughly stretching you to make sure you were ready for him. "Please just fuck me already..." You said, cock twitching and dripping, begging to cum. Larek kissed you again as he pulled his fingers out, lubing himself up as he watched you squirm under him. "I'm pushing in now." He said, only taking a second to himself up before he pushed the tip in. He moaned out, hands holding on to your waist as the first of five piercings slipped in. You panted as you tried to relax, wanting to let him push in more. The piercing rubbed against your walls, not enough to hurt but not enough to feel good either. "Keep going..." You begged, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

Larek leaned down and let you cling on to him. He slowly pushed in again, one more popping in followed by another not far behind. Two more left and he'll be all the way. You already felt so full but wanted to take all of him. With a nod, Larek pushed himself all the way in. You moaned and throw your head back, having him all the way really filled you out. "Fuck..." You whimpered as he kissed at your collarbone. "I'm gonna start slow." He said, slowly pulling himself out before pushing back in. The feeling of the piercings turned it up to a twelve as he started to fuck you. "Oh gods... Oh fuck please..." You moaned out, begging him to go faster and harder. Larek picked up his pace, pressing your face into his chest again, squeezing it between his pecks.

"Fuck... We barely started and I'm already getting close..." He admitted. You felt a wave of pleasure knowing that your turned him on that much. "Me too." You mumbled out, voice muffled slightly as he fucked into you. Larek moaned lowly as he edged closer and closer. As soon as he got close, he started to stroke you as well, wanting to cum together. You moaned out as he finally touched your aching dick. "Fuck!" He groaned out, pulling out and stroking himself, finishing by shooting his load all over your thighs and ass. His other hand tensing and stroking your to your own orgasm. Your eyes rolled closed again as your climaxed, cumming all over both your stomachs. Larek fell to the side of you, panting softly as he pulled you close. "That was fucking good..." He said, a pleasure look plastered on his face. You smiled and nodded, biting your lip as you kissed at his chest and collarbone.

"Think you have enough energy for a few more rounds? I'm still hard as a rock..."

[late-to-the-party-81]

To sleep, perchance to dream

AN: And here we are - 30th October, the penultimate day of Kinktober. And it wouldn't be me if I didn't go slightly off piste and go with niche character, or in this case, characters. I hope you enjoy!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

CW: Somnophilia, Tentacle (well tendril) sex, CNC, kink negotiations, exophilia, throuple, banter, explicit sexual content 

Word count: 2k

You knew when you broached the subject how they’d react; Eddie with concern and some trepidation, and Venom with outright glee and enthusiasm.

“Are you going to sleep now, Bean? How long until I…we can start?”

He coiled around your body, squeezing you gently, his eyes large, his mouth wide. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover your giggle. The symbiote really was adorable sometimes, reminding you of a large puppy, or a toddler, in how he latched onto a fun idea and wouldn’t let go.

“Slow down V. We have to all be in on this idea - comfortable with it.”  As you turned your attention to Eddie you were aware of Venom’s head resting on top of yours, no doubt his gaze aimed heavily at his host.

“So, what do you say,baby? Up for something a bit…risque? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Poor Eddie looked a little flustered, although he often did anyway, and you worried for a moment that this idea of yours went a bit too far for him. However, there was a flush creeping up his neck, and if you weren’t mistaken, his sweatpants looked a little…tented. You tried not to smile. He was definitely in, he just wanted to take some time to think it through before saying yes.

“I…well, I just want to make sure that you’ve thought it through, cos we… I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gave you a wan smile and you felt your heart trip. 

Venom swung around, his head hovering between you, his annoyance palpable.

“I do not want to hurt our little Cocoa Bean either. I am not stupid, Eddie…”

You cupped Venom’s face, turning him back towards you.

“No-one is calling to you stupid, V. Are they, Eddie!”

You shot a pointed look at you human boyfriend who shook his head and waved his hands.

“No, nope. No stupid people… aliens… here.”

With that little speed bump smoothed over, you continued your conversation with Eddie.

“I trust you. I trust both of you. I wouldn’t be here at all if I didn’t. And…” You smiled at them both in turn. “It could be really fun. You in Eddie?”

He smiled back, drawing you closer to sit in his lap and Venom coiled himself around the pair of you.

“I’m in, sweetheart. If you want it, I’ll do it. And you’re right, it could be fun.

“Hooray! Eddie doesn’t suck!”

“V, be nice.”

You’d organised your plan for a few days later; a Friday night so you’d have the whole weekend to recover and decompress.

Eddie and you had had a few more discussions about what was to come, V getting very grumbly when you had to calm down his exuberance. But you were excited, and you knew Eddie was as well.

Coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a lacey negligée, that barely concealed any of your body, you smiled coyly at your partners, who were hovering in the doorway. Sashaying across the room, you perched on the side of the bed, swallowing down the two tablets you’d placed on the bedside table earlier.

“Come lay with me, you two.”

You opened your arms, welcoming them to you. Eddie had on a pair of black briefs, that snuggly hugged his hips. You lay down, Eddie’s head against your breast and Venom’s disembodied head resting on your stomach.

“It’ll take about 30 mins. And you don’t have to start straight away.”

“But we want to!”

You chuckled, Venom’s head bouncing as you did.

“I will wake up eventually, you know, if it gets to a certain level of, umm, roughness.”

Venom just grinned at you, saliva dripping from his fangs, in a look that would have been terrifying if you didn’t know him, didn’t understand his intent.

You yawned, the tablets starting to take effect, and you snuggled down into the mattress. Eddie’s voice rumbled deeply across your chest.

“And you’re still happy to go ahead, sweetheart?”

“Totally green, baby. Totally green.”

Forty mins later and you were fast asleep, your entire body relaxed in a chemically assisted slumber. Eddie looked down at you, his excitement warring with his trepidation. You wanted this. You were happy for him and V to do this to you. And the idea, well he (and V, obviously) had already jacked off in the shower more than a handful of times in the last few days just thinking about it.

“Stop being a pussy, Eddie. Our Bean is asleep now, look!”

A tendril erupted from Eddie’s body and shoved at you. You just rocked from the momentum, snuffled a bit and went back to your quiet snores.

“V! Don’t do that!”

“But I was showing you. We can start!”

Eddie rolled his eyes as Venom licked his lips.

“I know you want to Eddie….your cock is awake!”

“Fuck’s sake.” He blew out a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Just like normal. She’s just asleep.”

He reached out, and placed his hand on your calf. He marvelled at the softness of your skin. You’d gone all out for this fantasy, and realising that made his cock chub up more. When he slid his hand up, over your knee to your thigh, and you didn’t stir, his touch became bolder. His other hand found your other leg, and he rubbed up and down, massaging your lush flesh.

One of Venom’s tendrils appeared next to Eddie’s hand, wrapping around your thigh, snake like, creeping up towards the small lace panties you had on under the negligée. A second tendril travelled up your body, over the sheer fabric to curl over and around your breast, the tip of it over your nipple. The tendril rippled, rhythmically, and a small breathy sigh left your mouth.

Venom sniffed the air and grinned at Eddie.

“Bean likes it. She is leaking. It smells good. When do I get to taste?”

“Take it slow, you parasite. Jeez.”

“Do not call me that, Eddie. If Bean were not here I would…”

“Yeah, yeah, you big baby. It’s just that we’ve got all night. Don’t be so impatient.”

Eddie’s hands moved higher and he leant forward, pressing his lips to the skin just above the swell of your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he was used to talking to you in bed; it would have felt weirder not to.

“Can’t believe you’re letting us do this. I wonder when you’ll wake up. What will be the thing that pulls you from your slumber?”

He sealed his mouth over the breast that Venom wasn’t massaging, sucking at it, gauzy lace and all, flicking his tongue over your nipple. You sighed again, and your legs shifted, moving further apart.

“I am going to remove Bean’s underthings. I want to taste her.”

From the corner of his eye, Eddie saw Venom’s tendrils grip the waistband of your panties, and with a tug, rip them from your body.

“Careful! She paid good money for this outfit.”

“I will buy her another one”

“You don’t have any money, idiot. How are you going to do that?”

“I am not an idiot. I will just eat someone who does have money, and use theirs.”

“Eating people is not the solution to every problem, you know.”

“It might be.”

Shaking his head, Eddie decided to return to worshipping your body. He moved to your other breast, now released by Venom, and the symbiote wrapped himself around your prone legs, lifting them and holding them wide so he had full access to your pussy. 

Eddie heard Venom growl and glanced down to see his long tongue worming its way between your legs. Even in a deep sleep you reacted to the slick intrusion, your hips jerking and your mouth letting out a deep moan. Venom pulled back with a grin.

“She’s so sweet, Eddie. Come, taste.”

Eddie moved down your body, slipping between your thighs and burying his head in between them, his tongue tracing a similar, if not so deep, path. He groaned as he tasted you. He wasn’t surprised when he felt Venom’s tongue sliding in beside his own, felt Venom’s touch caressing his skin. They worked in tandem, gently coaxing the pleasure from your body. Your breathing increased, letting out small gasps in your sleep, until your body trembled and the pair felt you gush onto them.

Venom withdrew his tongue, and, manifesting more tendrils, worked to pull Eddie’s brief’s from his body.

“Fuck her, Eddie. She wants it. Want’s us!”

Eddie repositioned himself, leaning over your body, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on your skin. With Venom holding your lower body aloft, it was easy for him to sink into the warm clutch of your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your body was relaxed and welcomed him easily. He started off with slow, firm strokes, wanting to enjoy this as much as he could before you inevitably woke. He watched Venom’s tendrils cover you more; coiling around your stomach, and your breasts. Sliding down under your ass. 

Even if Eddie hadn’t heard the small whimper leave your lips, signalling that Venom had wormed his way into your tight hole, he’d have known it by the way he could feel the roiling tendrils press up against his cock through the thin wall separating them.

“V! Shit! Jesus!”

Your moans were becoming louder, your movements more pronounced and both Eddie and Venom knew you’d wake soon. Eddie’s thrusting lost rhythm momentarily when he felt Venom wrapping around his hips, trailing lower and he looked down to see inky blackness cockscrewing around his cock as it moved in and out of you. Venom squeezed, but before Eddie could utter a sound, his long tongue curled into his host’s mouth.

This was the image you woke to, a delirious Eddie rutting into you, Venom invading his mouth and a writhing fullness in your ass. A guttural moan had barely left your lips before a tendril pushed between them, gagging you, overstimulating you.

Your orgasm wracked your body, the muscles in your pussy and ass spasming, squeezing down hard on the intrusions. You squirted, covering your lovers in your spend. Venom pulled himself for your and Eddie’s mouths, allowing the latter to lean over you, and press his lips to yours. As your tongues tangled and your hands grabbed Eddie’s short hair, you felt Venom slipping his tongue into your mouth, a sloppy three-way kiss - he didn’t like being left out.

You could also feel Venom rippling around Eddie’s cock inside you, and you weren’t surprised when a few moments later Eddie let out a deep growl, filling you with his cum.

He dropped to the bed next to you, looking fucked out and sweaty. Slowly and gently, Venom retracted his tendrils from their hold on and in your body. He licked them, making appreciative noises, before they retreated back into Eddie’s body.

Your head was fuzzy, the sleeping tablets still trying to coax your body into their embrace.

“Woah!” Next to you, Eddie snorted. 

“Woah, indeed. You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

Not sure you could string a coherent sentence together, you nodded and then turned your body into Eddie’s, nuzzling in close. Feeling a butting at you hand, you lifted your arm to let Venom slip under it, joining the group hug.

“Was great. Sleep now.”

“You are going back to sleep, Bean? Does that mean you want to do it again?”

“No, you idiot. She means actual, real sleep. All of us.”

“I… am… not… an idiot!”

“Well stop acting like one.”

As Eddie and Venom continued to bicker, you allowed a soft smile to spread across your face and let yourself fall back to sleep; part of the strangest throuple ever.

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Day 5: Byakuya Kuchiki ~ Heavy Petting

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.7k Date Published: October 5, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Tengu!Byakuya, Sub!Byakuya, Small Dom/Big Sub, Exophilia, Cuddling for Warmth, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob, Heavy Petting, Praise, Teasing, Hair Pulling Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses the term 'birdie' to refer to Byakuya. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter encounters a tengu after getting lost while hunting an oni....

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  Sitting at the low table as the scent of tea drifted toward my nose, I watched the man pour the freshly brewed tea into two cups. But....did he really count as a man? He had a set of multi-colored wings resting on his back and a red mask over the top half of his face indicative of a tengu.

  He'd found me wandering in the woods and brought me back here since I was incredibly lost. I'd been following a blue oni that had been terrorizing a village and somehow ended up on some mountain with the trees colored by autumn.

  "What is your name, human?" His voice was low and smooth.

  "Wynter." I answered as he passed me a cup. He clearly had been trained in etiquette and was graceful in his movements. "What's yours?" I asked out of curiosity and to try and continue the conversation. He seemed to hesitate and think about it before answering.

  "Byakuya."

  "And where am I?" I carefully picked up the teacup and paused to watch him take a drink first. Once he did, I tasted the tea. It was warm and mellow with an herbal scent.

  "You're in the Spirit World. I advise you to stay here until I can return you to your world. It is not safe in this world for a mortal to wander." His eyes dropped to my sword. "Even if you are carrying a weapon."

  "You'd really let an armed stranger stay in your home?"

  "If you were aware of who I am, you would know you stand no chance of harming me."

  "Because you're a tengu?"

  "Because I'm a noble with more power than a mortal such as yourself could muster." His voice was steady as he looked at me. He was so matter-of-fact.

  "How long will it take for me to get back home?"

  "A few days. I'll have to fill out paperwork and go through the proper channels of opening a portal back to your world."

  "I'm assuming just opening portals is frowned upon."

  "It is for humans."

  "Great." I sighed.

  "How did you get here?"

  "I was following an oni."

  "You're a hunter?"

  "Sort of. I get some extra money getting rid of yokai attacking villages." I replied before taking another drink.

  "And only those that attack villages?"

  "I'm here now, aren't I?"

  "You did try attacking me in the forest."

  "In my defense, I thought you were going to eat me then." I waved my hand, and Byakuya scoffed. His pale lips curled in a smile, and I could already tell he was pretty under his mask. "Think that's funny, do you?"

  "I don't eat mortals that reek of sweat and grime." His voice didn't falter at all while he was smirking. Grabbing the front of my yukata, I pulled it up to sniff it.

  "Oh." Was all I could say as my eyebrows rose. I really did stink. "I have been hunting that oni for quite some time."

  "I'll have a bath run for you." Byakuya stated before taking a drink from his cup.

  The hot water was soothing my aching muscles as I scrubbed away the dirt from my skin. I washed from head to toe and made sure to get under my nails as well. It felt so good to bathe in a big tub and with such fine soaps.

  I had definitely lucked out having Byakuya being the one to find me. A tengu, and nobility no less, that was willing to help.

  Sighing when I finally got out of the water with pruned fingers, I grabbed the plush towel hanging from a rack to dry off. I'd been given a clean yukata as well that was a few sizes too big but would work for now. Pulling on the plain black fabric, I got dressed before exiting the room.

  Byakuya was already waiting in the hallway with his hands in his sleeves. He glanced down at me before turning away.

  "This way. And stay close. Others here may not take kindly to your presence."

  "Would they kick me out?"

  "They would eat you." His response was blunt, but I appreciated it. "In here." He slid open a door, and I saw that it was a bedroom. I walked in, and Byakuya watched me closely. "You know nothing of nobility, do you?"

  "Not really. Why?"

  "Your behavior. You've even turned your back on me several times now."

  "Oh. Well, I'll be gone in a few days. Try not to take it personally, I'm just a street rat commoner after all." I chuckled before pausing when I saw all the things in the room. From the desk to the wardrobe and other small items and furniture decorating the room told me this was not a guest room. "....Whose room is this?"

  "Mine." Byakuya said while shutting the door.

  "I thought-"

  "I told you, some here will try to eat you, Wynter. So long as you're near me, that won't happen." He then seemed to get irritated when he saw the futons set up next to each other. "I told them to put it in the corner." Byakuya muttered before softly sighing.

  "Hey, I don't stink anymore. It should be fine."

  "You're still a mortal."

  "So?"

  "What makes you think I want you that close to me?"

  "You don't have a lot of friends, do you?" I questioned, and he seemed surprised. "C'mon, they were nice enough to do all this for you. Just think of it as a sleepover." I then set my sword down next to the smaller futon.

  "I can smell how nervous you are, Wynter. There's no need to pretend you're not."

  "Yeah, well....it's more for me. Maybe if I pretend I'm more relaxed, I might actually relax." I muttered while pulling back the blanket. "I'm in the fucking Spirit World. That's wild enough."

  "I see." Byakuya looked at me for a second before reaching up to take off his mask. It clicked as it came off from the red piece that had the mask's horns and circled around his head. And, sure enough, he was a beautiful man underneath with red markings over his eyebrows and at the outer corners of his eyes.

  He set the mask down and began to take out his hair ornaments. I simply watched out of curiosity as I sat on the futon. His wings loosely hung from his back as he took off several layers and went around the feathered appendages.

  Byakuya finally came toward his bed when he was stripped down to the base layer of his clothes. He didn't say a word as he laid down under his blanket and tucked in his wings close to his back. He laid on his side facing away from me, and I scoffed.

  "Thanks, by the way."

  "You're welcome." Byakuya responded with a quiet voice, and I laid down while rolling onto my side with my back facing him. It was silent in the dark room, and I curled up under my blanket from the chill that settled in.

  I could only assume Byakuya didn't notice because of him being a tengu, but the cold mountain air filled the room. I thought the blanket would be enough to keep me warm, but it wasn't. I couldn't get to sleep and started shivering with my hands tucked under my arms and my legs pulled up closer to my chest.

  I was tired from traveling and the hectic day I had, but it was impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep. The temptation to snoop around for another blanket crossed my mind. However, I didn't think Byakuya would appreciate waking up to me rifling around in his things.

  A heavy sigh came from behind me before my blanket was moved and an arm snaked around my waist. I was pulled back until I was near another body and a blanket dropped over me. Before I could say anything, Byakuya was talking.

  "I can't sleep with your teeth chattering."

  "It's autumn in the mountains. It's freezing in here." I retorted and could feel the warmth from his body seeping through my clothes.

  "Are you still cold?"

  "....Not really." I cleared my throat while looking at the wall straight ahead. Byakuya sighed and pulled me closer. With my back against his chest, I could feel his body heat even more. I could also feel his breath hitting the back of my head as his wings shifted to get more comfortable.

  Byakuya left his arm around my waist, and his breathing slowed as if he was drifting off to sleep. And now that I was warm, my eyelids were becoming heavy. So what if a tengu was cuddling me? I was exhausted.

  Falling asleep had been much easier once I was no longer cold. However, I woke up sometime after and didn't feel as if I'd gotten much sleep. It was still dark in the room as well, so it was still nighttime.

  As clarity came to my tired mind, I could feel panting against the back of my neck since Byakuya had his face pressed into my hair. I groggily wondered if he was having a nightmare from how he breathed and shook. His hand was even gripping tightly to the front of my yukata.

  Slowly blinking, it was perhaps from how I was still half asleep that I decided to roll over and offer Byakuya some comfort. I just closed my eyes and slid my arm over his side while laying close to still be warm. I was going to go back to sleep, but something felt off.

  It was too quiet now.

  Byakuya's panting had immediately ceased and he was tense. Gradually opening my eyes to check on him, I saw that his eyes were wide open and his cheeks were dark. His pale eyes looked nearly black from how wide his pupils were, and he seemed shocked.

  Even if I was half asleep, I wasn't an idiot. Looking down, I saw one of his hands pressed against his pelvis with a bump sticking out between his fingers. Byakuya seemed to snap out of his shock and quickly rolled over while wrapping his wings around himself out of shame.

  "You picked me up in the woods 'cause you're a pervert, huh?" I popped off.

  "I-I am not!"

  "You were masturbating behind me while I was sleeping."

  "That's not-"

  "Do I look like an idiot? Don't answer that- You'll probably say yes." I quickly added while propping myself up on my elbow. "What happened to not even wanting me near you?"

  "Go back to sleep."

  "Do you have a human fetish?"

  "No!" He snapped at me as he tensed even more. I felt a smirk pull at my lips. "Just go back to sleep."

  "Why? So you can finish masturbating?"

  "No."

  "Fine." I laid down close to Byakuya's back and dropped my arm over his side.

  "What are you doing?"

  "It's even colder than earlier." I replied while having my chest flush against his back. He was still so tense and no doubt embarrassed. His feathers lying against my arm were also incredibly soft almost like silk.

  I couldn't think of any other time a situation like this would happen, so I decided to take advantage of it.

  There was a patch of skin on the back of his neck visible from his hair parting, and I brushed my lips against it. Byakuya's wings shivered, and I licked.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Giving you what you want."

  "I didn't say I wanted this." He muttered as my hand drifted down his torso without him stopping me.

  "So, what? You clinging to me while touching yourself is just a coincidence?" I questioned as my fingers slowly drifted over his erection. His breath faltered, but he still didn't push my hand away. "You're so warm." My voice was low as I pushed even closer to his body and trailed my fingers closer to the tip of his cock.

  Byakuya's hips bucked into my touch, and it was then that he grabbed my wrist. He took in a shaky breath and took a second to gather himself.

  "I am nobility, human."

  "So?"

  "I can't do this."

  "Why not?" I asked, and he sighed with frustration.

  "As the head of my clan, I cannot risk a bastard tarnishing my name." His words made my eyebrows raise. "I know what you are, human. I can smell it."

  "There are other things we can do, then." I licked the back of his neck again, and his breath faltered. "I can still help you with this." My finger traced along the shaft of his cock, making his wings shiver. Sliding one of my knees between his legs, I felt his grip on my wrist tighten.

  "What....What do you propose?"

  "Just touching. You won't have to worry about any bastard then."

  "Why would you want to do such a thing?"

  "Because you're helping me, and I'd like to show my gratitude. You're also a very beautiful man, Byakuya." My tone was close to a purr, and when I said his name, he pressed my hand against himself.

  I stroked his dick through his clothes, and he slowly started to relax. His hips began to gently rock into my hand as I kissed his neck after sweeping his long hair out of the way. Byakuya grunted when my fingers went over the tip of his cock.

  He then rolled over with his wings out of the way to hold me as he ground his hips into my hand. His hand was in a tight fist as he held the back of my yukata, and I kissed just beneath his jaw. He swallowed before leaning his head back to give me better access to his throat.

  Byakuya had been so blunt and cold earlier, I never would've expected this to happen. Kissing down the side of his neck, I slipped my hand inside his yukata and found that he didn't have any underwear on. Byakuya's breath wavered as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

  "You smell so good...." He spoke barely above a whisper, and I smiled against his neck.

  "Is that why you couldn't keep from touching yourself?"

  "Yes." Byakuya's throat bobbed from him swallowing. His hips bucked as he grunted.

  "You can touch me." I muttered, and he gently grabbed the front of my yukata to pull it off my shoulder. His lips brushed down the side of my neck as his warm breath fanned over my skin. Byakuya trailed his hand down my side while kissing my shoulder delicately.

  He found the knot of my belt and untied it before sliding the fabric back to expose more of my chest and torso. His warm palm was against my bare skin and pushed lower to grab my hip. I stopped stroking to undo his belt as well, and Byakuya pulled away from my neck to look down at my body.

  He said nothing while running his hand down my hip and thigh. Byakuya grabbed the back of my knee to pull my leg over his before his fingers trailed up my inner thigh with a feather-light touch.

  "How do you have so few scars?"

  "I'm good at my job." I replied while opening the front of his yukata to see that he was toned and lean. "I thought nobles lazed about all day having others do things for them." My hand went down his abs, and his wings twitched.

  "Don't compare me to mortal nobles. I'm a warrior still." Byakuya's hand hesitated at the apex of my thighs before touching me. His fingers slid against me from the wetness that had accumulated, and he closed his eyes for a second while letting out a slow breath.

  My hand reached the base of his cock as his fingers pushed between my lips. Byakuya's fingertips gathered up slick as they stroked back and forth. When he finally pressed against my clit, I softly moaned.

  "You sound sweeter than I imagined." Byakuya muttered into my skin as his lips brushed up the side of my neck. He kissed just beneath my jaw while rubbing circles over my clit, and my hips bucked when he added pressure.

  Stroking his cock made him grunt near my ear. He was so hot and hard against my palm, and my thumb swiped over the tip, smearing precum across the head. Byakuya groaned before nipping my ear with his surprisingly sharp teeth.

  His fingers slid back and pushed inside. I moaned since he had already started curling his two fingers. There was something about Byakuya as if he craved to touch and to be touched. His hesitations were gone as his face was now right in front of mine.

  Our noses touched before his lips ghosted across mine. Byakuya slightly tilted his head and kissed me. His soft lips only intensified the pleasure as sparks danced across my skin. As he kissed me, his other hand slid into my hair to cradle the back of my head.

  He leaned forward, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid into my mouth and the butt of his palm pressed against my clit. I moaned, and Byakuya devoured the sound. I nearly forgot to keep stroking his cock had it not been for the buck of his hips.

  Wet sounds mixed with moans and panting filled the room with the occasional rustle of Byakuya's wings. His tongue caressed mine with a gentle hunger that made me feel weak. My hips rocked with his hand, and he pulled away from the kiss with a bridge of saliva stretching between our mouths.

  "More." Byakuya muttered.

  "What?"

  "More." He pushed me back while moving on top of me with his wings spread and stretching across the room. Byakuya was panting as his long hair spilled over his shoulders. He had a predatory gaze, and his cock was leaking more precum.

  His hips lowered toward mine, trapping his cock between his pelvis and my pussy. He faltered from feeling the heat and wetness against him. Byakuya ground his hips into mine, rubbing his shaft against my clit.

  Draping my legs over his hips provided a better angle, and he moaned as his wings twitched. It took what little self-control I had left to not flip him onto his back and start fucking him. He was just so gorgeous, and I was throbbing as each sound he made went straight to my core.

  Reaching up to cup his face in my hands, I guided him down into a kiss. He pressed his body against mine while still rutting and grunting from the wet friction against his cock. Byakuya found a steady rhythm that felt good for both of us, and my fingers slid into his soft hair.

  "Go a little harder." I panted, and he obliged, making me moan.

  "You're a hunter yet allow me to do this?" Byakuya muttered while looking at me through half-opened eyes.

  "I told you, I only go after the ones terrorizing villages."

  "Would you come for me even if I didn't accost villagers?"

  "Why? Would you like to see me again?" I smirked, and he groaned.

  "Yes."

  "I think that's just your dick talking."

  "I don't care." Byakuya panted while shaking his head. "You don't know how long it's been since I've been touched." He grunted and kept grinding his cock between my wet lips. "Nobility bullshit." His cursing took me by surprise, and I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip.

  "We're breaking rules, aren't we?"

  "Many."

  "Oh? Mr. Proper really is a bad little birdie." I smirked as his wings flapped when he groaned.

  "I....am a noble."

  "And look at what you're doing with a human." I had a teasing tone while playing with his top lip with my thumb. Seeing his sharp teeth, I heard a sound akin to a growl coming from his chest. Byakuya licked the pad of my thumb before gently nipping. "I wouldn't mind helping you relieve stress, Byakuya." I purred his name, and he shuddered.

  "You're more dangerous than I had expected."

  "You know....if you can find contraceptive tomorrow- Ngh~!- you can actually fuck me." I said, and Byakuya's hips bucked.

  "I'll let the house now I'll be educating you in our etiquette in the morning."

  "That eager?"

  "I can feel how hot....and wet you are. It's so hard to not just push inside." Byakuya groaned as his wings shivered. "I want to listen to you really moan."

  "I can't wait." My response made him smirk, and I was melting beneath him. The way his lips curled upward and his eyes were so full of lust as his cock rubbed against my clit made my heart flutter.

  I could get used to being Byakuya's secret fuck.

  There would definitely be perks that came with it too. A hot bath, a warm bed, and good sex.

  "Pull my hair, birdie." Byakuya did as told, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling to make my head tilt back. I moaned, and his mouth latched onto my neck. We were chest to chest as he kissed and licked my throat.

  My toes curled as my back arched with my thighs squeezing his sides. Byakuya was clinging to me as he rutted and groaned. Even his wings couldn't stay still as they began to twitch and shudder more.

  He was finally getting close and pulled away as his wings were slightly flapping. His hands gripped the futon beneath me, and he was groaning with his mouth wide open. Byakuya looked divine as he came, cock twitching and spurting cum all over my stomach. He kept thrusting until the last drop dribbled down the head of his dick.

  Byakuya barely moved as he was panting just to shove his fingers into my pussy. I jolted and moaned, and he was pumping and curling his fingers with the sole purpose of making me cum. When his thumb pressed against my clit and rubbed in circles, I shuddered and came around his fingers.

  He had me ride out the waves of my orgasm while prolonging it as long as possible. As I was trying to catch my breath and feeling utter bliss, Byakuya was looking down at me.

  "Dangerous, indeed." He muttered before leaning down to lick some of the cum off my stomach while making eye contact. I smirked and brushed my fingers through his hair to get it out of the way as I watched him clean his mess.

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Roan - M Kitsune x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

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Content: NSFW/Grapefruit - 18+: repeated mentions of consent throughout, slight dual POV, immediate mentions of penetrative sex (involving a heat/season), reader uses an aphrodisiac (naga venom), kissing, knotting, light biting, receiving fingering, oral and penetrative sex while asleep (+ mentions of previously giving), orgasms by both (+ no protection), allusions to more when reader wakes, slight cum play, reader uses endearment “sweetheart”

Somnophilia: in which an individual becomes sexually aroused by someone who is unconscious

Notes: this is the first of my kinktober stories! Make sure to read the content warnings above.

Word Count: 2255

Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Heat changed for Roan after three years of sharing his seasons with you. 

The first passed with soft kisses, palms warm and cradling your cheeks. Hours of memorising every freckle and dimple were lost in the bed no longer needing blankets. Heat brought you closer than you had been through whispered pillow talk, tracing blemishes marking the path he’d kissed from your collarbones to hips. By far the sweetest of his seasons, you missed it now.

His second came sooner than anticipated, waking you not long after it came to Roan; in the thick of his sleep, an arm curled under your nightgown to hold you still as his hips dragged against yours. Gone were the gentle touches from the year prior, replaced by aching joints from new positions. If Roan needed you, he took you, and you were too eager to stretch and present yourself to him, if only for the stuttered growls and swearing before your underwear tangled at your spreading ankles. 

This heat came early. However sweet it was to know that the love he had for you brought it on too soon, there wasn’t a winter to combat the burn of the season. Trapped now in the height of summer, nothing sated him. 

Much like the first hours together when your love was still blossoming, Roan laid you down with light touches and whispered praises before the pressure of his knot began to swell, until it was all you felt: the pleasure from his hips rolling forward, barely making it past the bedroom doorway before he was kissing your knuckles with a tenderness inherent in every lingering touch and leading you back to the sheets. The urges came sooner and lasted longer. 

You were tired. 

Heat was a struggle for you, too. Naga venom tainted your lips darker until your supply of vials was near depleted. Even with such a potent aphrodisiac soothing the sensitivity from overstimulation, nothing matched Roan’s libido. 

The sweet relief of your last orgasm would only have began to fade when Roan kissed the remnants of venom from your tongue. He stroked himself until you were coherent once more, never fully from the throes of pleasure before he spread your weak legs wider and guided himself back to you. “Need you again,” he’d whisper. “Need you, please. Can I?” 

And with eyelids already low, your hands ran up through the hair of his nape to hold him close. "You know you can." 

Auburn strands tickled your fingertips when you tucked his face to your throat, content to let him feel you flutter around him while you rested, comforted by the run of his hands over your ribs. He always heard your heart as much as felt it when you whined and tried to match the rhythm of his hips; how it sped when he breathed your name and how it raced when your body arched, caught in his never-ending heat. 

Disturbed sleep nearly destroyed you not even seven months ago, and you couldn't spend another season the same way. The plea lingering on your lips was the same from the last season, the thought of it almost sweeter than the faint aphrodisiac.

"Roan?" 

Butterfly kisses tickled in the hollow of your neck. Disrupting peace threatened to incite the urges back, but the ache behind your temples promised to overcome you soon. 

"I'm tired." 

With the same fear of summoning his season, Roan remained tucked against your throat, but the breath pushing his chest closer to yours felt too much like the sting of guilt. His apologies came as often as you took him, the impossible promises of making the next heat easier uttered over and over. Smoothing back the hair curled from your fingers, he pressed his teeth lightly into your shoulder, his remorse quieted by an embrace thick with your scent. 

"Do what you want to me, sweetheart. Just don't wake me." 

Soft ears hidden beneath unruly hair twitched. "Don't - don't wake you?" 

"I trust you. I'm right here, okay? Use me how you want to." While you softened into the depression after days in bed, Roan lifted to his elbow over you and for the first time since his season began, there wasn't a wrinkle to your face from ecstasy nor fatigue. "Let me sleep." 

With how he frowned - the sigh concealed as a kiss to the corner of your lips the last you felt, it was as though the times you had pleasured him while asleep were forgotten. Not during the first heat - not while you were desperate to learn the other’s turn-ons, but deep into the second, he’d begged you. The ruts became so bad you woke, lips soft on his swollen cock until you smoothed the furrow of his thick eyebrows with a hand rubbing what you couldn’t take. 

Until now, he hadn’t needed you so fervently, and heat could only be fought for so long. 

You looked so restful; flushed and tucked beneath a thin sheet, burrowed into a pillow carrying the scent of your arousal. The bedroom was a trap and one he fought to hide from - one breath of your lust beckoned him close, but the grip of his fist was nothing like the clenching of your body around him. Letting you sleep was the least he could do. 

It began with a warmth deep in his stomach, a stirring buckling his knees at the end of your bed. There was still time for him to savour what little freedom he had losing himself, and Roan fell nearly to his stomach and kissed your ankle. He hadn’t ever touched you like this before - without your lifting smile encouraging him closer, and the absence of your blunt nails against his scalp twisted his stomach. Only with your voice still hoarse from pleasure echoing in his head did he press his fingers into your thighs and push your legs wider on the bed, the thin covers thrown behind him. 

His lips dragged from the hollow of your knee over your still glistening legs, a softer kiss laid on the swell of your stomach. Just the light pressure of his knuckles against your slick folds coaxed a muffled sigh from you, still undisturbed, and he hoped to let you rest. The impulse to conceal your bliss behind bitten lips and a pillow never came, so he circled the pad of his thumb over your clit with pressure enough that your eyelids scrunched. With gentle movements, none so sudden the bed would shake, not yet, he splayed his palm over your stomach to keep you from bucking against him when you tightened around his two fingers. 

Feeling you flutter around him tempted him to take you now, but he wanted to watch you come undone first. 

Do what you want to me, sweetheart. 

He had to hold your leg close as he lifted your knee over his shoulder, else it would fall heavy when he flattened his tongue and tasted your lust and the remnants of him. The crease of your forehead soon became a whimper when he swept over your sensitive clit and he was torn from tasting you by the lifting of your hips closer to his face. Until you settled, he waited, only pumping his fingers so your pulse still leapt, but it didn’t stop him from moving his hips against the bedsheets, fighting back while he tended to you. 

Your arousal stuck to his knuckles, every twist of his wrist and parting of his lips filling the quiet with growing noises. Roan felt the rise of pressure creeping along his spine and hastened, needing to have you come on his lips before he used you. He knew well how to tease you and where to angle his fingertips when he wanted you to fall, and imagined your eyes watering as they would have had you been watching him taste you. The nestling of his dark nose up and his lips closing over your nerves wasn’t enough, until he sucked and slanted his hand where your walls fluttered. 

Your leg slid from his shoulder to the bed when you cried out into the pillow. Roan couldn’t smother his growl anywhere but against your slit, fingers spreading you for his curling tongue as you came. You were warm, but nothing like the heat your thighs brought when they locked at his temples and held him close, but like this he could lap at your sensitive body as long as he wished - so long as he didn’t wake you. 

Do what you want. 

Waiting was a newer torture. 

Anything more wasn’t possible until your chest no longer rose so sharply and your heels eased from digging into the bed. Roan pumped over his leaking cock with fingers still shining from your orgasm, but it wasn’t enough anymore. He needed to feel you tight around him, to fill you as his knot grew. 

Just don't wake me. 

He couldn't stop touching you, though, not even while giving you peace. Small teases were all he took, finding marks left from when you begged him to fuck you, imprints of his sharp teeth faded on your thigh. His knuckles traced over your stomach when he laid forward, pleasuring himself slowly until you finally settled.

Maybe you were dreaming; of him, he hoped. Your lips pursed when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, never stirring from what seemed a pleasant sleep. Even his breath hot on your throat and his lips slanting on yours - the taste of an aphrodisiac never as sweet as you - did little to wake you, but the rub of his swollen cock lifting through your folds made your fingers bunch at the sheets by your hips. 

Use me.

Hot air from the sway of his tail flushed over your legs where it would usually tickle you, but he couldn’t control how he groaned when you clenched around him. Wanting to savour your heat did little to slow him, the headboard meeting the wall and adding to the little cracks when he filled you. 

The right pace eluded him. Too slow, and he couldn’t satisfy what now gripped him by the throat and consumed him, but too fast and another cry tumbled from your lips, the sheets tangling around your hands as your hips lifted with the drag of his length. He wanted you to wake now, however cruel it was. You needed sleep but he needed your cries against the fluff of his ear and your nails running over his trembling back. 

His kisses no longer helped silence his grunts, following the sloping of your neck down to where he pressed his teeth into your collarbones. Several languorous strokes in, your pulse flitted and you keened into his chest. Tucking an arm beneath your back dragged you, regretfully, from the pillows, but lower beneath him, and he needed to feel you close, even stiff in his arms as you trembled with his every thrust. With your hips raised, he felt his knot stiffening, his sac heavy. 

You cared for him so well, always attentive and kind when you woke to his hips slotting against yours. Remembering how you sucked him from your lips and the high of waking to an orgasm still warm in his navel moved his hand down to your nerves, wanting to treat you the same, toying with you so well that your throat tightened and incoherent whines sweetened the air. 

Every stroke pressed his knot deeper. The stretch burned in your stomach and you would soon wake if he didn’t slow, but the way you spasmed around him as he finally thickened inside you was his undoing. He rested his palm on your stomach and pressed gently when he twitched and filled you, never easing the pressure on your clit until your chest arched and your body flexed around him. 

The more he teased you, the heavier his body became; his knot swollen and binding you together couldn’t stop his release leaking from your slit, sticky on your thighs. He ran his fingers over the base of his cock and softened his lips where imprints of his teeth marked your neck. Until he could separate from you, he would keep stroking his hips and rutting, relishing in the intermittent clenching around his knot. 

He stilled when your arms came loosely around his neck. 

"I had the best dream." 

Roan relaxed at the gentle pull of your embrace and rested his larger body onto yours. Your yawn turned into his chest beneath his thundering heart, and he was helpless when you coaxed his fingers to your lips, sucking your releases from his hand. With your legs still weak, you didn’t embrace him like you wanted, like he’d longed for; pleasure still curled your toes as the sense of fullness from his knot made you shiver, but you leaned into him with a smile and whispered a curse in euphoria that he’d so missed, and he wanted to fuck you into waking all over again, especially when you smiled up at him.

“Was that two?” 

"I’m sorry for waking you." It was still dark - still cold somewhere beyond your bedroom. "I wanted you to be comfortable." 

It wasn't so late you couldn't catch up on sleep. Roan's body still burned, searching for a friction he couldn't find while his knot still bound you, so you lifted your chin to nip at his ear and he shivered. 

"Make it three, sweetheart."

[axtrr]

Home is Where the Heart is

so fun fact I was already writing this for kinktober and then I got an ask requesting almost the exact story so i merged em!

Delan Strangeweiss x GN!Reader (minors dni)

warnings/summary: semi-nsfw, sub/dom dynamics, delan is a teasing bastard but y'all know that already, leashes and collars, implied animal death

Delan always had trouble when it came to you.

When he was alone, it was easy to let himself drift from his humanity, to take what he wanted without guilt, to leave trails of ghostly-pale corpses in his wake, and he was fine with that. He fed on unfortunate wanderers to live and lived only to feed, but that’s how it had always been. It wasn’t until he found you that he learned there was such a thing as a joyless existence— one lived in solitude. Maybe before, he wouldn’t have thought twice about collaring you, but now, he couldn’t risk giving you a reason to want to leave— not that you’d be able to if you tried, but it was best for both of you if you didn’t know that. 

In any case, he didn’t want to scare you off, so he posed the question carefully, even taking physical appearance into account by asking while you were up blowing off a candle and he was sitting on the couch rather than towering behind you.

“Angel,” he said, “I’d like to try something with you, and if you aren’t comfortable, you don’t need to do it, okay?”

With the candle’s flame now snuffed, no longer dangerous but no longer melting the sweet-smelling wax, you turned your head back to look at him. 

“Okay,” you said, meekly, your eyes full of life and of trust, everything that Delan had once been deprived of. If he could blush, his face would be bright red right now. 

“Alright, then,” he let out a shaky breath, and you couldn’t tell if he was trembling with anxiety or excitement, “stay here, I’ll go get something that’ll fit you.” He got up slowly, the same way one would move in the presence of a doe and her fawn, then quickly disappeared into the bedroom you two shared. A minute or so passed, your heart pounding at the simple fact that you didn’t know what your lover wanted to do to you. Your imagination had run so wild that the sight of a leash and collar made you breathe a sigh of relief. The vampire sat back down, gesturing for you to sit on the floor in front of him. You did as you were told, kneeling between his legs and presenting your neck to him. Ignoring your attempts to seduce him into a bite or two, Delan placed the collar around your neck and tightened it— almost too much, just enough to hug your throat without choking you— and clasped the leash to a ring in the middle, accompanied by a heart-shaped metal tag. You took a deep breath and immediately were hit with the unmistakable scent of wet dog fur and blood. Before you had the chance to question it, to ask where the leather around your neck came from, he tugged on the leash, pulling you up on your knees and leaning in, his lips so close to yours that you could almost taste the familiar slightly sweet blood that lingered on his tongue. Gently, he used his free hand to tilt your face up towards his.

“Your pulse is racing, songbird,” he remarked with a shuddering laugh that sent a cold, teasing breath over your skin. You parted your lips as he pulled you in and kissed you softly. Leaving another kiss just under your jaw, he guided your hand between his thighs, leaving your palm to feel his arousal. “You’re lucky I can control myself,” he muttered, “because all I want to do right now is tear you apart.”