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Kinktober 2025 Day 11 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Somnophilia - Xavier | Shen Xinghui

i had suchhhh a fun time writing xavier. i hope yall enjoy this one as much as i do!

Xavier is a man who prioritizes his rest. The man heard the phrase “beauty sleep” and took it SERIOUSLY. It’s not uncommon for him to take a long nap after missions, after dates, after meals, even. You, on the other hand, sit awake while Xavier sleeps. For the most part it’s fine; you’ll take the time to do chores or work on your hobbies. However, there are some times where he’s fallen asleep and left you needy for him. It’s not like Xavier does this on purpose. He just genuinely cannot help how sleepy he gets. Because of this, he consented to you touching him, fucking him, whatever you wanted to do while he was asleep. Even with his consent, you didn’t make a habit of it. There’s been a couple times where you’ve given him a handjob while he was asleep, or even grinded on him, but nothing farther than that. Even with his consent it just felt a little odd to get used to.

Today is the first time you’ve ever really thought about riding him while he’s sleeping. You try touching yourself with your fingers, your toys… You even try the boyfriend asmr/toy combo. Nothing is working, and nothing feels nearly as good as Xavier does.

You walk into your shared room and take a moment to just stare at Xavier. He’s lying on his back, one hand up and behind his head, the other at his side. His shirt lifted just enough to see a peek of his abs. He looks so fucking hot right now, it’s unfair. You climb onto the bed and crawl next to him. Your hand reaches out to trace the area that is exposed by the lifted tee shirt. Xavier’s abs tense up as he shivers. Your fingers continue to trace his waist, a finger slipping under the waistband of his sweats every so often. You see his dick twitch through the fabric. Feeling emboldened, you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his dick. It’s half-hard, but holy fuck he is still huge.

Sliding off your own underwear, you swing one leg over Xavier to straddle him. Your hips start to move, grinding against his hardening cock. You bite your lip to keep from moaning – wouldn’t want to wake him up, now. Once you’ve decided you can’t take the self-inflicted teasing anymore, you lift your hips, reaching a hand under you to line him up at your entrance. The feeling of his thick tip at your hole has you clenching around nothing, eager to take him fully. You slowly sink down onto him, not stopping until you are fully seated. He’s fully hard now, stretching you open. You take a few deep breaths to relax before you slowly raise your hips.

A moan escapes Xavier’s mouth, making you freeze. You’re fully prepared to jump off of him if he wakes up and objects to your advances, but he stays asleep. After confirming that he is, in fact, still asleep, you sink your hips down onto him. He’s filling you completely, and it feels fucking divine. Your hips pick up speed as you throw your head back, overcome with pleasure. You nearly have a heart attack when you feel a hand grip your hip.

“What the FUCK, Xavier?!” You yell, ceasing your movements.

“Fuck, Y/N, please don’t stop. This is the best thing I’ve ever woken up to.” Xavier groans. His hand nudges you, trying to get you to move again.

You nod, now moving your hips in a grinding motion. The new feeling has you moaning and planting your hands on Xavier’s chest. His hands are glued to your waist as he showers you with praise.

“You just couldn’t wait, huh? Needed to have me right now? Such a sweet, dirty thing, using me to get off.”

Every word he says causes your walls to tighten around him, bringing your orgasm closer and closer. He’s definitely close, the way he’s twitching inside you a telltale sign.

“I’m- fuck, I’m coming.” Xavier grunts, body stilling as he releases inside you.

You keep moving, determined to finish with him. Xavier’s hands reach up to your chest, rubbing and pinching your nipples. The added stimulation is exactly what you need to finish with him. Your entire body shakes.

Xavier pulls you down to him, laying you on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair; he’s the self-proclaimed king of aftercare. Your eyes drift shut, and before you succumb to sleep, you swear you heard Xavier speak.

“Now it’s my turn, my sleepy thing.”

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 29 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Body Worship - Sylus | Qin Che

to my LADS readers- how are we feeling about the Polar Night event?

Sylus has always thought you were pretty–no, scratch that–gorgeous. Every single part of you is a work of art sculpted specifically for him to adore.

Your hair, so soft and silky. Every single night Sylus sits you down just so he can take his time brushing your hair. He loves running his hands through it; he especially loves wrapping it around his fist, giving him leverage while he fucks you.

Your face. The way your eyes sparkle when you see him. How you blush whenever he says something suggestive. The image of your face contorted in pleasure as you cum is permanently burned into his brain.

Your chest… Other than the obvious reason. Sylus loves laying with his head against your chest, partly because it makes a really comfy pillow, but also because the steady sound of your heartbeat can easily lull him to sleep.

Your hands. So small compared to his, and so soft. He loves watching you do your nails, loves the way you thoroughly rub lotion into your skin. The way your hands flex while gripping onto the sheets, headboard, counter, or wherever you two just so happen to get naked. The real work of art, though, is admiring your hand adorned with the giant diamond ring Sylus bought for you. Your hand holds something symbolizing that you’re his, and will always be his.

Your waist. While this may be a cause of insecurities for you, Sylus cannot get enough of it. The way your body curves is so incredibly sexy to him. He also loves how soft your belly is; he can’t help but imagine how you’ll look pregnant, growing a life that you and him created.

Your legs. Whenever Sylus gets asked whether he’s an ass man or boobs man, he always responds with “thigh man.” He cannot get enough of them, loves to rest a hand on them or squeeze them whenever he gets the chance. He specifically asks you to wear short skirts and dresses just so he can openly stare at your beautiful, long legs.

And don’t get him started on your hips, and what lays between your thighs. Yes, Sylus may favor your thighs, but your ass is next on the list. He loves being able to smack or grab it whenever he wants, loves to watch it jiggle on impact. Sylus is obsessed with eating you out from the back, so that way he gets your perfect pussy and an eyeful of your perfect ass at the same time.

To Sylus, you are blessed by the goddesses. Not only are you smart, passionate, and good at what you do, you also possess beauty unlike any other. He looks at you like you hung up the moon, and he hopes and prays every single day that you see yourself the same way.

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 17 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Messy Sex - Eren Yeager

this panel 😮‍💨😮‍💨

enjoy!! <3

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. Eren has you on your hands and knees on your shared bed, and you swear he’s trying to fuck the soul out of you. Your face is buried in the mattress while he holds you there, pistoning his hips against yours as if there’s no tomorrow. To Eren, there might as well not be a tomorrow; this moment is the only thing on his mind, the only thing that matters right now.

The sheets are wet from previous orgasms he’s given you. You don’t even know if you’re physically capable of having another one. But that doesn’t stop Eren. The man is restless, constantly switching positions to see which you react to most. First you’re lying flat on the mattress, then your ass is in the air, then you’re on your side with one leg on his shoulder. They all feel amazing, but Eren is intent to find the spot that has you begging for his cock. He smacks your ass if you get too loud, which ultimately makes you yelp louder. Lewd squelching sounds fill your ears, riling Eren up even more. You can’t stop the mindless babbles that escape your mouth as you get fucked into the next dimension.

Eren’s thrusts get sloppy, and with a final stutter of his hips, Eren cums deep inside you. You take a breath, thinking you’re finally able to relax as he pulls out and lays next to you. All hope of a break is lost when Eren sits up and starts kissing down your body. You whine in protest, but he continues his descent. He stops once he’s reached your center, eyeing you hungrily. You look so beautiful like this, his cum leaking out of your abused hole. You notice this look and try reasoning with Eren, try telling him that you’re overstimulated, you can’t take anymore, but he doesn’t listen to a single word of it. You can take it, just one more time, be a good girl for him. His words make you melt and you give in.

With renewed vigor, Eren slurps at your pussy like a man starved. He doesn’t even care that he’s lapping up his own cum; the taste of both of your cum makes Eren feel drunk, insatiable. You’re a sobbing mess, hair in tangles and black streaks of mascara melting down your cheeks. Your hand is gripping Eren’s hair, trying to pull him off of you. It feels so good, you don’t know if you’ll be able to survive another orgasm. Eren grips your hips, holding you against the mattress to stop you from writhing. He knows by the way your body is tensing up that you’re about to orgasm. Eren inserts two long fingers while his lips clasp around your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud until you snap. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, soaking Eren’s face in the process.

Eren climbs back on top of you, mouth and chin wet with your release. He uses the back of his hand to wipe it off, then leans down to kiss you.

“My messy girl. Always so good for me.”

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 9 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Exhibitionism: Rafayel | Qi Yu

art professor rafayel :)

i'd be an absolute fiend if raf was my professor ngl

There are times you think you should have just gone to community college instead of the university you’re currently attending. Not only are the cost of classes insanely high, you also have to worry about your rent, groceries, things that allow you to carry on as a living human being. And it’s not like there’s plenty of jobs willing to hire at all, let alone a full-time student who prioritizes their studies and classes over everything else. It’s gotten to a point where you feel like your only options to make money are working on campus or selling feet pictures. As much as you wanted to go through with the latter option, you knew you couldn’t. Scrolling through your school’s job listings, you come across one that crosses your eye:

Help Wanted: Nude Model

Drawing 500 course in need of an individual willing to pose nude in front of the class.

Payment: $12 per hour

The first thing that comes to your mind is that it’s insane for a university to pay only $12 to get naked in front of so many people. Unfortunately, a job is a job. Maybe you’ll be able to pose for multiple classes, or multiple days a week. Deciding that posing nude is better than a diabolical digital footprint, you click “apply.”

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You step inside the art building, your heart suddenly racing. It seems as though you’re more nervous than you thought you’d be. Granted, you’ve never dabbled in stripping, let alone in front of hundreds of people. You take a breath as you stand in front of the classroom door. There’s no windows looking into the classroom, which makes you feel slightly better. At least you know there won’t be any weirdos looking in. You open the door to the classroom and are immediately met with a familiar face.

“Welcome, you must be Y/N. I’m Professor Qi.”

Holy shit, it’s Rafayel Qi. You’ve been in one of his classes before. You’re not an art student but you were forced to take an art history class for the core curriculum. At the time you thought you lucked out, having such a hottie as a professor. Now you can’t help but think the world is trying to send you a message.

You look up at Rafayel, a blush rapidly spreading over your face. “Yeah, hi. Nice to meet you.” You don’t think it’s possible that he could recognize you from the art history class. Better to act like you’ve never interacted in any way ever.

Rafayel steps aside, letting you walk further in the room. The only windows are on the ceiling, allowing natural light to flow inside and spread over the entire room. In the middle of the classroom is a tall pedestal that you assume is where you’ll be posing. Surrounding the pedestal are rows and rows of easels.

He gestures towards the pedestal. “This is where you’ll be standing for the duration of class. Near the back of the classroom there’s a small office where you can discard your clothes and change into your robe. Just stand on the pedestal when you’re done, I’ll tell you when to disrobe. Class will start soon, so let’s get moving!”

You hurry towards the office Rafayel mentioned and quickly change into your robe. You already feel vulnerable, walking out into the open classroom. There’s a few students already setting up their notepads and canvases, but it’s still empty for the most part. Rafayel is nowhere to be seen, so you step onto the pedestal and try to keep your head down, ignoring the incoming voices. Roughly ten minutes pass before you hear Rafayel’s voice echo around the room.

“Good afternoon, everyone! As we discussed in our last class, we’ll be starting life drawing today. Thankfully we have a lovely volunteer who is willing to help us. I expect you all to be respectful and professional.” With that, Rafayel gives you a nod, signaling for you to drop your robe.

The entire room stays quiet as the robe hits the floor. It eases your nerves knowing everybody here is acting as if this is completely normal. Well, basically everybody. Standing in the back of the room you spot Rafayel, eyes dark. All traces of his cheery demeanor are gone, replaced by one that feels… dangerous, almost. You start to feel your arousal pool between your thighs. The room feels hotter and heat floods your body. You don’t know if it’s because of the sun shining through the overhead windows or the way Rafayel is staring at you, hungrily. With him practically eye fucking you, you have no idea how you’re going to last an entire hour just standing there.

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“Alright, class, I’ll see you all on Wednesday.” Rafayel stays put while the students file out of the classroom.

Once the room is empty, aside from you and him, Rafayel strides towards you with newfound purpose. He steps on the pedestal, standing mere inches away from you. His voice is low and gravelly as he speaks.

“I knew it was a good fucking idea to hire you. Ever since I laid eyes on you in my class I knew you’d look divine. A real masterpiece.” Rafayel’s hands find and squeeze your waist, causing you to yelp.

“You… You saw me?” You say, frozen.

“Of course I saw you. Pretty little thing like you is hard to ignore.”

Rafayel leans in, his breath tickling your neck. “Say this is okay, say you want this too.”

You could only nod.

His lips crash into yours in a bruising kiss before moving down to your jaw, then your neck. One of your hands grip the hair at the base of his neck while the other one remains frozen on his chest. You feel euphoric. The way his hands move across your body feels like electricity. You can’t help but want more, though. More of him, more of his touch.

“Professor, please..!” You moan.

He groans at the use of his title and removes his lips from your neck just long enough to respond. “Please what, Cutie?”

“Please touch me!”

He wraps one arm around your waist. His unoccupied hand trails lightly down your body, causing you to shiver. Rafayel slides his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it up to his face, making a scissoring motion with his fingers. Slick connects his two fingers as he pulls them apart.

“So wet. I bet you were like this the entire class, huh?” Rafayel says mockingly, eyebrows arched with fake concern.

You try to respond, to form words, but the only thing that leaves your mouth is a whimper. Rafayel moves his hand back to your aching center, this time inserting two fingers. You gasp at the intrusion. This feels so wrong, knowing that students can walk in at any time. Yet you can’t help but want more, more of him. His fingers pump in and out of you, a lewd squelching sound echoing off the walls. The only reason you’re even standing right now is because of Rafayel’s strong arm holding you up. His pace is relentless, fingers curling to expertly hit your g-spot. Your nails dig into his arms, leaving red crescent moons indented into his skin. Your body tenses, and both you and Rafayel know you’re getting close.

“Gonna cum for me, Cutie? Cum all over your professor’s fingers.” Rafayel teases, nipping at your neck and chest.

The combined feeling of his fingers moving inside you and his teeth pinching your skin sends you over the edge, voice hitching and gasping at the release of pressure. Rafayel’s grip on you tightens, ensuring you don’t lose your footing. His fingers slow, easing you through your orgasm. After taking a moment to come down from the high caused by your orgasm, you look up at Rafayel, eyes glazed. He only chuckles, a look of amazement in his eyes.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you at Wednesday’s class too, then?”

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 22 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Quiet Sex - Xavier | Shen Xinghui

enjoy <3

You and Xavier are at a gala for the Hunters Association. Xavier is presented with an award for “Most Wanderers Killed.” You didn’t even know that award was a real thing. It was heartwarming seeing Xavier walk up on stage and accept his award. You made a show of standing up and cheering for him the loudest; it doesn’t matter if you embarrass yourself, he deserves every single ounce of recognition and praise that he gets.

There’s something different in the way Xavier behaves when he sits back down at the table with you and all of your friends. You don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of you once, and his hand is basically glued to your thigh. You try to overlook it, try to watch as others from the Association go up to accept awards, but Xavier’s presence is impossible to ignore. You look up to meet his eyes at the same moment he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Follow me.”

Xavier stands from his chair, holding his hand out to you. The second your hand makes contact with his, he pulls you from your chair and out the door into the hallway. You practically have to jog in your ridiculously tall high heels to keep up with him.

At the end of the hall, Xavier opens a door and pulls you inside, shutting it behind you. It’s dark, you can’t make out anything in whatever room you’re in. The only thing you do notice is the feeling of Xavier’s solid body against yours, holding you to him. You feel him shift, and all of a sudden an overhead light turns on. Xavier dragged you into a closet.

“What are we-” You’re cut off by Xavier shushing you with his fingers.

“Shhh. Wouldn’t want to get caught.” He whispers.

Xavier’s hands fall to your waist where he starts bunching up the material of your dress. For just a split second you want to protest, want to tell him he’s crazy, but damn is he hot like this. Your hands work at his belt fervently, undoing it before doing the same to his slacks. In one swift movement you free his cock, tip already an angry red and leaking. The sight of him makes your mouth water. Before you make a move to drop to your knees, Xavier spins you around so your chest is pressed against the door. One hand holds you in place while the other pulls your panties to the side and lines himself up at your entrance. He pushes his cock inside of you slowly, forcing you to bite your lip to stop your moans from escaping. Once his hips are flush with your ass he drops his head forward, resting it on top of yours.

“So fucking wet for me. Feels like you’re trying to milk my cock.” Xavier whispers in your ear, things so filthy you actually have to take a split second to process what he says. You open your mouth to respond, but he covers the entire bottom half of your face with his hand, silencing you. 

“You gotta stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” He asks in an almost condescending tone.

You nod. Xavier doesn’t remove his hand from your face as he starts to move inside you, pulling out until just the tip remains inside you before slamming back in. His pace is slow, yet insanely hard. It’s as if he still wants to take his time with this despite the setting and the potential of getting caught.

Your eyes squeeze shut, just wanting to enjoy the pleasure you’re receiving. You can feel every single detail of his cock; from the swollen head to the veins that run up the shaft. Xavier’s hips start to speed up, signaling that he’s getting close. His free hand drags down the front of your body to your clit, where he rubs tiny circles with the perfect amount of pressure.

“You’re doing so well for me, Darling. Being so good and quiet while I fuck you in this closet, near hundreds of people. Make a mess of my cock, now. Cum all over me.” Xavier praises.

Your entire body shakes as you cum, a wanton moan leaking through the gaps in Xavier’s hand on your mouth. Shortly after does he cum inside you, pulling your panties back in place as soon as he pulls out to ensure none of him gets wasted.

“Such a good girl.” Xavier smooths out your hair and plants a sweet kiss on your lips before opening the closet door. He looks around to ensure that the coast is clear, then pulls you out. Taking your hand once more, Xavier pulls you towards the front door.

“We’re not watching the rest of the ceremony?” You ask.

“Nope.” Xavier responds matter-of-factly.

“We’re going to walk home?”

“Of course not. Jeremiah’s been waiting for us outside for the past twenty minutes.”

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 8 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Webcam: Caleb | Xia Yizhou

kinda short, but still one of my favs so far! yandere caleb <3

like my other LADS fics, reader is not mc! caleb does call reader pipsqueak, though. i love it too much.

Webcams are an integral part of your relationship with Caleb. With him being the colonel of the Farspace Fleet, video calls were not abnormal while he’s deployed. Caleb would normally call you in the evening so you two could eat dinner together and chat about your days. You love these calls, they make you feel like he’s still at home with you. What you don’t realize is Caleb has been able to see you much more often than you see him. Thanks to his rank and some acquaintances who promised to keep their mouths shut, Caleb has access to your phone and laptop cameras 24/7 with no way for you to find out that he does. When Caleb isn’t flying, commanding his fleet, or in meetings, he likes to open the app on his phone that allows him to… check in on you.

He only does this to keep you safe. How will he know if you’re talking to any other guys while he’s away? What if you’re secretly trying to leave him? What if something happens to you? All are thoughts that constantly plague his mind. Hacking into your camera is the obvious solution. He feels much better being away from you now that he can check in on you whenever his heart desires.

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“Alright, Caleb, I’ll let you go. Goodnight, sweet dreams!” You blow a kiss to your laptop screen.

Caleb reaches his hand out as if to grab the kiss through the screen. “Goodnight, Pipsqueak. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

You click the end call button, minimizing the video call tab. You feel content after your call with your boyfriend. You get up to change into your pajama set and complete your nighttime routine before laying on your stomach in bed, elbows keeping you propped up. After sending Caleb another goodnight text, you move the cursor of your laptop to the Netflix tab, excited to watch an episode or two of your favorite show before going to bed.

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Caleb’s phone pinged with two notifications: one goodnight text from Y/N, and one alert that they’re using their laptop. After sending a quick reply to the text, Caleb opens the surveillance app. The sight of you – bare-faced, hair up, pajamas on – makes his heart swell. You look so pretty, Caleb has no clue how he managed to convince you to date him. His eyes move lower. His breath hitches once he notices that he can see down your shirt. God, he just wants to taste you so badly. He misses your soft skin, how you feel beneath him. The pretty sounds you make when he gives you orgasm after orgasm flood his mind.

While keeping his eyes on you, Caleb tugs at the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his now hard, throbbing cock. It’s crazy how just watching you lay in bed has him painfully hard, his tip red and leaking precum. Caleb wraps his large, calloused hand around his cock. It feels so different from your small, soft hands, but beggars can’t be choosers right now. His hand twists from the base to his tip as he moves it up and down. You’re so fucking pretty, he wishes he was with you so he can watch your face twist while he devours your pussy.

Caleb almost cums on the spot when you switch positions, now laying on your side. His eyes follow the curve of your body to your hips. He’d do anything to be gripping onto your hips while he fucks you from behind. His hand moves faster as he reaches his climax, chest heaving as if he can’t get enough oxygen. Caleb groans your name as he comes, white spurts covering his hand. He leans his head back and closes his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. After a few minutes, a ping sounds from his phone.

Text Message

Pipsqueak ❤️: are you still up? ;)

Well, shit.

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 23 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Praise Kink - Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado

idk about yall, but i folded for hector SO QUICKLY

You’re falling in love with your AC unit. Yes, it sounds insane, but it’s true. Ever since Hector introduced himself to you, there’s just been something about him that keeps you wanting more. Is it his hands, the only part of him you can clearly see? Or his eyes, albeit faint given the darkness of the vent? Or maybe even the way he’s already been consistently taking care of you by noticing your needs and adjusting the temperature as needed? Or is it his voice?

It’s definitely his voice. Deep, raspy, full of emotion, Hector speaks with purpose. Sometimes it seems like he isn’t truly happy unless he’s speaking to you or adjusting the temperature; whatever keeps you satisfied.

Despite the mutual attraction, Hector isn’t yet comfortable with showing you his face. The poor guy thinks that because he is not the most attractive in terms of beauty standards, he’s not attractive at all. This insecurity is the main reason you’ve not been able to see more than his hands sticking through the vent grate. You have no issue with that, you want him to be comfortable with you, but sometimes you wish you can have more. You want to be intimate, want to further your relationship with him.

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Lying on your bed, you settle in the middle of the mattress. You reach in your side table drawer and grab one of your toys from Ben-hwa. It’s okay if Hector is too shy to let you see him, but you’re definitely not too shy to let him see you. The toy buzzes as you turn it on, the sound much louder than it is due to the quietness of the room. You trail the toy across your chest, grazing your nipples before going lower, towards your naval. A sharp intake of breath comes from the vent. Got him. The toy inches lower, sending vibrations straight to your pussy and causing you to clench around the air.

“Oh, my love. You look as radiant as ever.” Hector’s voice comes from the vent.

Luckily, his vent has a perfect view of your bed, meaning he’s getting a show watching you use the toy to get off. You hear him shuffle around inside the vent, and the thought of him potentially touching himself to you lights a fire within you. You press the toy to your clit, the buzz sending shockwaves through your body. The moan you release is loud, uncaring of who else can hear.

“You’re so beautiful, keep going. Add more pressure.” Hector groans.

You nod and do as he says, pressing the toy to your clit harder. Your legs shake from the immense pleasure you’re feeling, both from the toy and Hector’s presence. You love knowing that he’s there, watching you, instructing you. It makes you feel closer to him.

“Hector, please!” You cry. Everything feels so good, you don’t know how to function.

“What, love? Is it too much?” Hector coos.

“Yes, yes, too much.”

“But you’re doing so well for me. Keep going, my love. Be good and keep going.”

Now you’re definitely not stopping. If Hector is going to keep talking to you like that, you’ll last as long as you need him too. You readjust yourself on the bed, angling yourself so you can better use your toy. The sound of Hector’s fist hitting the side of the vent as he jerks off is unmistakable. The two of you lay like that, getting off to the sight and sound of each other. This feels like a different level of intimacy to you. Like you finally discovered a way to advance your relationship without crossing any boundaries.

The pounding of Hector’s fist against the vent becomes louder and faster. You do your best to match his pace, causing you to keen loudly. The room is quickly being filled with low grunts, high-pitched moans, and the sound of skin hitting skin.

“My love, I’m about to cum. Please, cum with me!” Hector whimpers, pounding sounds ceasing.

There’s just something about hot men whimpering that really gets you going. Your orgasm hits you relentlessly. You only turn off the toy when you’re done convulsing and are finally able to take a breath.

From the vent, you hear panting. “Good girl. Such a good girl. So beautiful. Please, come to the attic now. I need to see that again, face-to-face.”

[m0thy-y]

Kinktober 2025 Day 14 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Omegaverse - Kyojuro Rengoku

MY MANNNNN I LOVE MY MANNNNNN ❤️🔥

this is one i definitely want to add on to/redo in the future. i just love him so much.

set your heart ablaze ❤️

You feel like you are genuinely dying. Logically, you know you aren’t, but it sure as hell feels like death. Your heat started, and while you memorized your heat cycle, that doesn’t mean it sucks any less. If anything, you get even more stressed out knowing that it’s approaching. On one hand, you do get the time to prepare. Your nest is made, and you have plenty of snacks and drinks nearby. On the other hand, it feels like a timer counting down your last days. Yes, it’s dramatic, but it's the truth.

You're laying in your nest, abdomen cramping and thighs slick, when you hear your door open.

A voice calls out from the foyer. “Hey Y/N, I brought you dinner!”

Shit, it’s Kyojuro. The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Even throughout school and differing career paths you two managed to stay close. So close that you two would alternate movie nights at each other's houses every week… Turns out this week was your turn to host. You could’ve sworn that you told him your heat was starting, but there he is. You’re usually better at telling him, with you being an omega and him being an alpha.

The sound of the front door closing echoes through your house. “Y/N, where are you-” He abruptly goes quiet.

“Juro, don’t come in!” You plead.

You know it’s too late. He already smells you. Footsteps come closer and closer to your room, beating on the floor in tandem with your heart against your chest. You’re frantic, pulling the comforter up to your chin in a futile attempt to block your scent. Kyojuro slams your bedroom door open. With the bedroom lights off and the hallway lights on, he’s just a large shadow in your doorway. He stalks towards you, stopping when he reaches the foot of your bed-turned-nest.

“Kyojuro…” You say warily.

“You're in heat.” Kyojuro speaks matter-of-factly. His voice is deep, no longer the playful tone you're so used to hearing. He reaches out his hand, unsure if he should touch you in your vulnerable state. “Let me help you.”

Slick pools between your thighs. That was the hottest thing anybody has ever said to you. You want to give in so badly, want to let him fuck you, scent you, mark you, whatever he wants, but you hold back. What if this ruins your friendship? Over twenty years you two have been friends. If you let him help you through your heat, who knows how he'll react afterwards. You’re worried he’ll decide that it’s too much and not want to see you again. But a tiny voice in your head tells you to just let go and everything will be fine.

Fuck it.

“Please, Alpha…” You whine.

Kyojuro growls, practically tackling you back in your nest. His lips are on your neck while his hands work quickly to rid you, then him, of all clothes. You thread your fingers in his hair and pull him towards you, capturing him in a searing kiss. His hips rut against your center and you swear you see stars. If Kyojuro’s not even inside you yet and he already feels this good, how will his dick feel?

As if he can read your mind, Kyojuro reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance. Besides that, he doesn't move; he just looks at you, pupils blown.

“I need to have you, Omega.”

“Kyojuro, please… Please fuck me.” You beg.

The amount of slick you’ve produced makes it easy for Kyojuro to slide his dick in all the way to the hilt in one thrust. The feeling of him inside you is heavenly; you feel so full, so complete. This is exactly what you need. Kyojuro’s hips slowly start to move, as if he’s showing restraint. You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer in encouragement.

“I need you, Alpha!”

Kyojuro groans at your words, hips gradually starting to speed up. The force of his thrusts causes you to repeatedly bump your head against the back of your nest. Leaning in, he rubs his cheek against your neck, scenting you.

“Want everyone to know that you’re mine, Y/N. Gonna knot you and cum inside you so deep that all anybody else will smell is your Alpha. Do you want that, sweet Omega? You want me to knot you?” Kyojuro rasps.

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Kyojuro speak so… dirty. But holy shit does it sound lovely. You can’t get enough of it. You honestly want to record it and set it as your ringtone.

“Please, I need your knot.” You moan.

“Cum for me first, my love. Now.”

The demanding tone in Kyojuro’s voice is beyond sexy, you can’t help but obey him. You let out a wanton cry, back arching and body trembling as you cum around him. Kyojuro continues to pound into you, his rhythm becoming erratic. He suddenly stops thrusting, hips still flush with yours. Warm ropes of cum cover your walls, and you feel the base of his cock start to swell inside you. The stretch is painful, but still feels so fucking good.

Only once his knot is completely inside you does Kyojuro calm down and collapse onto your chest. After you both have a moment to catch your breath he carefully shifts your bodies so you’re laying on his heavy body instead of him on yours. You feel satiated, at least for the moment. Kyojuro fucked the life out of you. What feels like hours of silence pass before you drift to sleep, Kyojuro stroking your hair and grinning at the ceiling as if he just won the greatest prize in the world.