#avi ming

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Kinktober Day 20 - Avi Ming / ABO

cws: female!deer hybrid!darling, male!wolf hybrid!yandere, a/b/o dynamics, feral knotting, predator/prey, knot-locking/stuck, taking turns, mention of pups, headlock, light breathplay, excessive cum, manhandling, multiple positions, multiple partners, chasing, fingering, size kink, primal kink

plot: something's got avi more riled up than usual. (1.7k)

In the wake of the absolute rampage that had just taken place in the center lounge of Rubyvale's local h-club, one voice rose above the chorus of heaving chests and feverish, desperate panting.

“Sound off if you're still breathing.” Mel coughed out shakily, his arms trembling as he dragged himself up on his elbows to sit against the arm of the sofa he'd been left on. Leo, laying face down and splayed out on the floor next to him, just groaned in reply.

“Me,” Vivi called out from across the room, and waved Noel's hand for him, who was laid up underneath her being smothered by her tits. Both of them laid in puddles reminiscent of the carnage their coworker and friend had just unleashed. “Noellie's here too.”

“What the fuck has gotten into him?” The kitsune shrugged her shoulders at the pup's query, who still couldn't quite lift his head enough out of the little pool of drool under his chin.

“Full moon?”

“He's never this bad.” The cat hybrid added, hoping to elevate himself further only to hiss at the sting of his pulled hamstrings and slump back down.

“Blood moon,” Noel choked out from under his partner. “He's going feral.”

“Going? Gone is more apt.” Mel huffed as his head flopped back down on the cushion. His tail hadn't stopped twitching since Avi yanked it back into his thrusts. “Pray he stays that way.”

“I don't think so,” Vivi piped up, her head raising as she sniffed the air. “I smell the deer.”

“Oh, she's fucked if he caught her scent already.” Just then, you managed to burst through the doors and sprint by, shrieking in a panic as Avi came tearing through the room after you, naked and on all fours. Despite the wolf being a friend and a guy you'd count as pretty reliable, the threatening aura he gave off and your own prey instincts sent you sprinting in the opposite direction the second he lunged at you with his fangs bared. You zipped into the hallway on the other side of the lounge and screeched to a halt at a dead end, just to dash into the nearest room when you spotted the wolf's shadow growing larger from around the corner.

The evening had been a typical one at the club; you'd spent the last few hours entertaining your regulars and a couple fresh faces that wanted to get a glimpse of the local sights. You hadn't even done any full-service appointments today, just had drinks, chatted, and cuddled with your clients until each and every one of them was satisfied. It was a night of easy money and certainly your preferred type of shift in your side career as a hybrid entertainer.

Having to escape from your feral coworker wasn't on your agenda at all, however, so as you dove for cover inside of a closet, you could only imagine how easy it would be for him to find you when the stink of fear radiated off your trembling body. You held your hands over your mouth, tensed up, and waited as you watched the door slam open through the slits of the closet. Avi's head swung towards you in an instant–the frenzy of lust he was in was so obvious, particularly in the wagging of his tail as he jumped towards the wardrobe and ripped the doors open.

“A-Avi, wait-!” Your words fell on deaf ears, he just grabbed you by the arm and threw you towards the nearest sofa. The moment you landed he was shoving his face into your chest and sucked in a deep breath, all while humping his sticky, bare cock against your inner thigh, growling.

“Smell s'good..” He muttered, his voice raspy and deep. Sure, he was overly friendly at times and could be known to pop one at inopportune times, but he was never…like this. Feral and…hungry. “Mmh..”

Dressed in little more than a cute bell collar and a pair of see-through panties, you had practically no defense against the salivating wolf hybrid and his claws. One shear of them over your hip and the lace was tattered, torn off your body with a snap of the band ripping, and Avi dragged you back all the way to lift your hips into his lap and bump your entrance with a warm, ruddy knob of flesh that you knew the sight of well. Never had it in you though, so that was about to change.

Thump. No luck. Too tight. Thwack. You jolted, gasped out something unintelligible, but he just slid out and up between your thighs. Shluck. On the third try he just barely managed to fit the tip in, only to pop out again and growl like he was about to teach your pussy a harsh lesson for rejecting him. By the looks of the knot he was already sporting around the base, he might not be fitting any of it inside you anytime soon, which you knew would only make whatever he was going through worse if he was denied the pleasure he needed to survive. Desperately, you tried to recall the advice Noel had once given you about easing in customers who were just a touch too big, but your mind went blank as Avi shoved two huge fingers inside you and started stirring them around recklessly. You squirmed, thrashed, kicked yourself away in a panic and tumbled off the couch on to the ground, landing flat on your belly with a thud.

Oh, shit. That was what Noel had said; laying on your stomach would make it a bit easier, and would help the ‘natural progression’ of things. Though there was nothing natural about the sinking weight of Avi's heavy body as he dropped down on top of you, cock pulsing and twitching every half-second as he tried the wrong hole first, heard you yelp, and finally managed to angle himself to slide right into you from above. Your folds parted almost effortlessly for him in this position, forcing out a sigh of relief from him that you felt in your bones. And when you thought it might go smoother from there, the wolf hooked his arm around your neck and squeezed you back against his chest as he started to rut.

“Ah! Ah-!” Each thrust tore a pleased grunt from his lungs as he battered your poor prey walls mercilessly, ignorant to the aching stretch that was slowly easing off as he parted the path to your womb with every rough stroke. The headlock he had you in was already making you dizzy, but the tight vice around your throat was only second to the feeling of your body readily submitting to the predator hybrid you called your friend. It was unnerving how easy it was for you to relent to him, no matter how strong and powerful he was to overwhelm you, but it was hard to care as much when your pussy was gladly welcoming in a knot your mind wasn't sure if you could really take.

“Aviii-!” Pop. You didn't even have a chance–you stiffened, he thrust in once he had you pinned, and forced it past your last line of defense before your nerves could even register the pain. They wouldn't really until the next morning when you woke up, particularly not when the wolf bit down into the nape of your neck with a muffled howl that loosened all your muscles and left you limp like a ragdoll. The searing heat of his cum sloshing into you would ensure your mind was taken off of the sting of being split open, and what would he care? It would just make it easier for you to carry his pups–the moment that thought entered your mind you shook it away, realizing then that your signals were getting mixed up by your instincts overriding rational thought. It also might've had something to do with the choking cinch of his thick bicep around your neck as he clamped down the hardest while riding out his much-needed orgasm.

Before he'd even finished spitting jets of wolf seed into his prey, Avi slowly ambled up on his hands and knees, and then–to your horror–started to stand up completely on his own two feet. You felt your body lift off the ground with no help from your hands, and gasped at the distinct shift of his knot inside you without it actually sliding out. Your fellow hybrid tried, to his credit, to pull you off, but when the first attempt failed he just shrugged and started walking back with you still impaled on his knotted shaft. Each step was a new jolt to your system of both pleasure and pain, a trail of pearly-white cum dripping behind you as he made his way to gods-knew-where, until you finally started to ease off with gravity and collapsed into something soft on the ground. Patting around, you found it to be the body of your other friends, Vivi and Noel, who with one glance knew exactly what you'd been through and just sighed.

“I guess he's gathering a harem.” Vivi cracked her crude joke to lighten things up, though it seemed more true than not when Leo and Mel suddenly appeared as they were carried and laid next to you, still exhausted from being hunted down themselves. As far as you could, you lifted your head to see what Avi was doing now, and got an idea when you spotted him closing the main doors and clicking the lock shut before testing the handle. And something told you that this was definitely not over, especially when you spotted him scurrying around the lounge, plucking pillows off the sofas and rummaging around for blankets. First a near unbearable period of rutting, now exhibiting nesting behavior…you swallowed around the lump in your throat and tried to calm the racing of your heart. In the back of your mind you knew this was going to be a much longer night than you anticipated.

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i wanna be hunted by avi and be his lil housewife lol we can have 5 kids

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congrats, you've unlocked the feral avi route! the moment you express even the slightest interest in breeding, he will go mad with power. he'll chase you happily and throw you on your back, shove your legs apart, and slobber all over you, most likely forcing an orgasm upon you incidentally. and when you're about as ready to take his wolf cock as you can be, he'll get to his feet and pick you up before settling you on his dick and holding you off the ground as he fucks you. he likes to show off his strength after all, and you want his babies, right? so he has to fuck you in the prime position so you'll get the strongest, healthiest offspring he can produce. he'll even lower you so you're almost upside-down and keep fucking you after he cums the first time, so you'll get every drop of it soaked into your womb and none will go to waste. and he's so excited for when you birth your first little pup or pups, not only for the babies themselves, but for the fact that your body will adjust and it'll be even easier to breed you and for you to birth all your other ones. trust him, if you want five, he's going to make them the best five pups with the softest red hair and the cutest little wolf tails.

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now i want 10 kids thanks… jokes aside, i need to know his dirtiest fantasy.. and does he love tail plugs?? i can wear one lol

oh, easy!

his dirtiest fantasy is a pretty easy one to fulfill, at least if you’re already his--he wants to sweep your body up in his arms, exhausted from caring for all of his rowdy little pups, take you deep into the forest where you live together, and fuck you absolutely stupid. obviously the babymaking part isn’t a necessary requirement, it just adds to the fun for him--but the most important part of his fantasy is where he bends your body to his will and knots you time and time again, until you come to the point where you just start forgetting that you’re human. eventually, he wants to see you do things like shake yourself off when you get wet or roll around in the grass for fun, to rub your face against his so you can try and scent him, to start chasing a little woodland creature to catch it for his dinner and then maybe get a little shy and bashful when you realize what you’re doing. he knows you’re human, it’s not like he wants to change that, but he wants you to expect the duties that he does for you as your mate, just as if you were a hybrid by birth. and he’s a firm believer that conditioning you via sex is not only the best and most natural way to do that, but the most beautiful when he teaches you how to properly beg for his knot with those adorable teary eyes of yours. 

and as for tail plugs? they fit right into this fantasy, so they’re a big yes for him. ears are even better, he’d love to pretend to groom them for you to make you feel at home--but just don’t be surprised that if he’s fucking you with the tail plug in, he might tug on it and push it deeper just to watch you squirm and cry out in that filthy tone for more. 

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pHEW imagine both Sohma and Avi pinning over the same darling 😮‍💨 what a dangerous triangle… I love it 👹

Sohma waxes poetry about how you're meant to be with him and how the earth has put you in his path to receive all the gifts he has for you, and Avi proudly states that he eats spiders for protein

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hmm, question; which ocs are most likely to kidnap darling? and which ocs are most likely to noncon/dubcon darling when they’re in a relationship with them?

(tw: non/con + upsetting themes below!)

To be honest, most if not all are more than likely to kidnap you if the circumstances are right. I would say most likely would be Isabelle, Ebbi, Harley, Ingrid, Yuri, Jiyu, Ken, Makoi, Yuya, Avi, Ilya, and Conrad, simply for the fact that they have about an 80-90% chance of kidnapping you at some point depending on what happens over the course of you knowing each other.

As for the second part of your question, I would say the more likely ones are Ebbi, Isabelle, Ilya, and Avi. The first three simply have less concern for your wants and needs, so to take what they want is pretty easy for them to do in the grand scheme of things. Add the fact that Ebbi, and to a lesser extent Isabelle, could pretty much not care less if you cum or not when they're irritated or just want it from you no matter what, and you've got a recipe for a few yanderes to be completely selfish and terrorize you as they wish. In Avi's case, he's more likely to either not realize that you haven't said yes in his excitement, or he thinks that pushing you into it is what you need because you're just "shy", which only makes it worse.

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Sohma: we are meant to be together!! as star-crossed lovers, can’t you see?! my soul is yours and yours is mi-

Avi: lol bug. imagine.

Sohma: >:( mutt

Avi: yOU TAKE THAT BACK-

LMAOO the sworn enemy trope, i love it 💕💕 Sohma has the natural charm and seduction and all Avi has to do is chase him around the forest a bit to put him in place. Definitely wouldn't want to be in between them in a fight, which just makes the horny part of my brain think about them begrudgingly sharing a darling hehe 🥵

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i feel like it in my gut that leo and/or avi have sprained their tails from wagging it too much... i wouldn't let them live it down lol

If it does happen, they're such whiny babies about it--Avi tries to mask the pain with a smile and some jokes but he whimpers whenever it starts wagging again out of instinct, and Leo wants nothing but to cuddle and for you to put your arms around him while he hopes the aches and soreness goes away sooner rather than later. Both of them would want you to rub their tails too, because they swear it's the only thing that will make them feel better!

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Hi! I’ve been reading a bunch about your new batch of oc’s (it’s really cool how they’re all super distinct from each other—that’s pretty hard to pull off, but you do it so well!) I was wondering (only if it’s ok!) to ask/req about how your new batch would react to a mouthy/sassy s/o who’s really not interested in a relationship? Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!

merci!! ;w;

Leo

"I love you too much to let you push me around."

he may be domesticated, but there's no way he'll let your mouth run him away. he hates how much your laughter pisses him off in this moment, how it reminds him that you don't take him seriously enough to even consider his confession. nobody else makes him so crazy, so angry, so needy like the dog he's accepted that he is. you can barely collect yourself, and it's humiliating. it's all he can do to keep himself from baring his teeth and sink them into your neck to take you down and show you your place.

"are you serious, Leo?"

your voice cuts so deep into his chest, deeper than any knife of the most dire sharpness.

"this has to be a prank. you're not my type, puppy, and you know that."

you reach out to ruffle his ears, you think it's all just a joke at his own expense. you won't even look him in the eyes long enough to see how dark and cold they've become. if you don't see that he loves you now...

well, he'll just have to make it clear to everyone, so you'll never doubt him again.

Mel

"Mh? Is that an attitude I sense?"

it is. undoubtedly. but it's of little importance to him--he knows how to play this game, and he'll play it better than you ever will. you mouth off like you've never been shut up before, that much is very clear, and he didn't mind so much at first. thought it was just a little teasing back and forth, which isn't unnatural considering his personality.

but you don't wanna be his, and that's not allowed! haven't you realized by now that you're special? what the two of you have is rare, impossible even--he loves you so much he would give up his own life, and he knows you would do the same if you just admit it to yourself.

but you're so closed off. you serve back every flirtation with sass, get mouthy with him when he tries to be real and honest with you about anything, much less those times that you've been alone together and he tries to tell you how he feels.

this isn't how things are supposed to be. he won't let you shy away from the most passionate love he'll ever let you experience.

Noel

"Please, just listen to me....I love you."

how could you do this to him? just stop, pause, and stare right into his soul....and give him attitude? you're gonna make jokes like he didn't just pour his whole heart out to you?

what else can he do, now? he feels so lost, and for once your smile can't comfort him when you're holding back saying something rude to him. he doesn't want to cry, he wants to be strong, but the tears spill down his cheeks whether he wants them to or not.

"c'mon Noel, you know I don't want to be with you. is it really such a surprise?"

oh, now you've done it. his tears will abide soon, but only because he's realized what you're doing now.

you're just trying to string him along. test him to see if he's worthy enough to deserve being yours. and with that in the back of his head, he can find the strength to smile through the pain in his heart--because nobody has more patience than he does, and you'll understand just how much of your abuse he'll endure for the sake of your love.

Vivi

"So feisty, so cute! That's all I need to hear. You're mine."

it's adorable how you think a little brattiness will get you off the hook. don't you realize she's the master of this little game you've got going on? a few little scathing remarks aren't gonna make her run with her tail between her legs--in fact, quite the opposite. she loves the chase, after all.

"yeah right, Vivi. I don't think so, but thanks anyway."

aww, are you getting a little scared? she can see the twitch of your fingers against your arm, that look in your eye that befits an animal of prey. you couldn't get rid of her if you tried, and even if you did it would just end up pissing her off. so you keep hiding behind that wall of words you always put up to protect yourself, but she's gonna tear it down in seconds and take you for herself if you're not careful.

oh, dear. she didn't just say all that out loud, did she? your eyes are really struck with terror now...but it's such a cute look, isn't it? it really suits you more than all that attitude you like to give.

"just be still, darling." it'll hurt a lot more than your words ever could, otherwise.

Avi

"Settle down, little red. Don't make me bite you."

he's always liked playing with his food, but you bring a whole new meaning to that. you distract him with your little remarks and snarky comments, sometimes so much so that he forgets how perfect you would look with his teeth against your throat. he could choke you down and spit you up, churn you up from the inside out and leave you wanting more, absolutely ruin you so nobody else would even think of picking up such a filthy little pet.

and you still give him the best view of that pretty little mouth of yours. just that one comment alone has you giving him lip like your life depends on it, but all he can see is your energy wearing down bit by bit, your breaths getting slower with every passing word you spit back at him with more sass than you should be allowed. maybe he'll suit you up with a muzzle if you get this mouthy on your way back to his place.

just wear yourself out, he thinks to himself. you can't keep up the chase forever, little red.

Leigh

"I think you need to wash your mouth out."

does it not sound as serious when it comes from him? you laugh like you think he's joking, but he couldn't be more sincere. you like to tease him but this is different, this stings right in his heart and you know exactly how to twist the knife so it'll hurt the most. he can already imagine the expression you'll make when he grabs you by the jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks so you'll open up and he can squirt a bit of soapy foam on to your little pink tongue. just so you know he's really serious...but he can't stop thinking of sticking something else in there too, something that will really show you how serious he is.

he doesn't remember every little comment or ill-spirited jab, but the pang in his chest when you brush off his compliments and flirtations is enough for him to know it happens more often than it needs to. you're just being difficult for attention, and that's okay. you just need more of it, that's all, and who better to give it to you than him?

who better, darling? he'll wait for your answer, as long as it'll take to hear his name on the tip of your tongue.

Thorn

"Are you sure you wanna play this game with me?"

it's less of a question, more of a test. Thorn likes to drop these little riddles into your lap, and stand back to see how you'll react when he does. it's field research.

"you're gonna lose anyways, so what does it matter?"

oh, how cheeky. you always surprise him no matter what he throws at you, and this is no different--but this time he's just sick and tired of the answer. it's always the same no matter which way you phrase it, like unwrapping a candy and finding each one to be your least favourite flavour. there's always a part inside of him that thinks you're gonna change your mind one day, as if by a magical transformation--but no, you refuse, and to be honest it's really starting to irritate him.

you really don't know how good you could have it, do you? you don't understand how much he's been doing out of sight, and for you out of mind, just to ensure your happiness. you're royalty, and you don't even know it even when your prince is staring you right in the eyes, begging for the smallest scrap of your attention.

but you'll be the one begging soon. he knows it for sure.

Ilya

"That's enough out of you."

you may find it funny, but he doesn't think the same about you mocking him. sometimes he dreams about slapping that stupid little smirk off your face, but he's swiftly reminded that that may garner him the opposite reaction that he wants. people don't often take kindly to violence, that's right....but oh, you make it look so tempting. perhaps one day he'll get the chance to feel your throat bend beneath his palms, and listen to those sweet cries sputtering off your lips as you gasp for air....but you have to accept his love first, and you've promised him that it's never going to happen.

don't you realize how it breaks his heart? that your rejection time and time again is enough to make him feel like he may just die without you? why do you always do this to him?

he just has to collect himself. breathe. remember that your constitution is much weaker than his--you can't keep up this fight forever, and once you realize that he has no intention of letting you be loved by another soul on this earth, that's when he'll swoop in and claim you all for himself.