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The last rays of sunlight filled the sky.

Walking along the sandy path, you were watching the sun set slowly over the endless ocean. Colors burst through the sky, bright explosions of pinks and blues and golden light falling over everything in its path.

It was beautiful.

Without any of the people crowding the beaches, you were able to really see the beauty it all. The sea was sweet and calm, waves lapping at the sandy shore. Shells and sea glass littered the sand, the forgotten remains of sandcastles scattered here and there. As you walked through the summer heat, you were able to enjoy an almost rare beauty.

Silence.

Nothing but the sky and the sea, sunlight melting over the ocean like molten gold. It felt as though the secrets of the sea were all yours. Of course you knew better, the sea kept its secrets close to the darkly depths…but there was one secret that belonged to you and you alone.

Your own sweet little secret.

Smiling to yourself, a quick glance of the beach reassured you that you were truly alone. Kicking off your sandals, you ran barefoot through the sand and into the warm sea.

The blue waves swallowed you whole. Diving deep into the cerulean waves, the slat stung your eyes as you looked for something in the deep blue. Fish rushed by, sleek and brightly colored, and seaweed grasped at your legs, clinging to you. But through the mess of life that was the ocean, you saw something swimming closer…

A shadow.

It was sleek and quick, a creature that moved too fast for you to really see. It slipped through the waves like a black ribbon, slender and quick, leaving only a glimpse or two of it in your vision. But with every glimpse it came closer and closer until…

Gotcha!

A muffled scream escaped your throat, bubbles bursting from your lips as this creature dragged you up, up, up to the surface.

Popping out of the water, you shook the sea water out of your hair, laughing as you did. Two strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you tight as you bobbed in the water, and before your eyes, a creature rose from the waves.

A twisted mix of man and shark grinned at you, rows of sharp teeth gleaming bright. His skin was a sleek silver, droplets of water dripping down a slim, muscular body.

“Hello, angel fish.”

“Hello yourself.”

Dag leaned back in the water, grinning sweetly…well, as sweet as a wereshark could smile at all.

Careful not to be caught, the two of you swam to a private little cove, a circle of tall gray rocks protecting you for prying eyes. Dragging himself onto the sea soaked sand, Dag lay beneath the sky as you took your place next to him. He played with your hair, clawed fingers tangling in your wet curls.

“I missed you.”

Sighing, you leaned back on his chest and looked up at the sky.

“Me too.”

The both of you knew the rules.

Werecreatures of the sea lived in secrecy, hidden far away from the threat that was humanity. By day, they lived as humans on a little island in the ocean and by night, they enjoyed a world that entirely belonged to them. Storms protected their home and it was those very storms that had brought the both of you together.

At the time, you had called it bad luck and a near death experience.

But Dag had called it fate.

He swore that the seas had brought you to him, an idea that made him cast away the rules he had always followed for something so much sweeter.

Love.

These clandestine meetings became your little secret, each of you sneaking away from your own lands and finding a place to call your own. The little cove, quiet and hidden, had become a place of your own making. Dag had dragged up treasures from the deep and scattered them among the sand. Hunks of colorful coral and glimmering seashells, gold coins from forgotten wrecks at the bottom of the deep, and plenty of more forgotten objects.

Dag looked about his cove proudly, like a dragon overlooking a golden hoard.

“I want to show you something!”

From his bag, the wereshark dumped out a pile of things. Coins spilled out, along with rusted pieces of metal and a scattering of pearls and sea glass. But hidden among it all was a single necklace, a dirty golden locket.

Though it had been tarnished by the sea, the heart shaped locket was still a pretty little thing and Dag held it proudly out to you.

“I found it half-buried not to far from a shipwreck. Look!”

The locket popped open, revealing its long forgotten faces, half marred by time and the sea. A man and woman looked up at you both, pictured in black and white. He was serious looking with a thick mustache and neat dark hair, she was pretty with a half smile on her face, as though she was struggling to remain serious for the portrait.

“Who do you think they are?” You whispered.

Dag grinned sharply, always eager to tell another one of his ever dramatic stories. It seemed as though he could twist the simplest of things into a wild love story, fraught with murder, secret love children, mysteries, and drama.

“I think,” he replied, “that they were forbidden lovers!”

“Oh?”

“Yes, yes. His family was wealthy man, with old money and old fashioned values, and she was a poor woman just managing to get by. He loved old books and nature, she loved to sing and garden. They met in a park on a sunny day and they…fell in love.”

“Then what?”

“Then!” Dag said. “Then they started secretly seeing one another! Love letters and poems slipped into waiting palms, flowers left on doorsteps. He would come to the club she worked at and watched her sing. And she would look into his eyes and sing a love song.”

“And them?”

“They decided to run away together! Plans were made in secret, tickets were bought. They would leave everything behind and go to America. He’d bought a house in the forest, where he could hike and hunt. She would have her flower garden. And their home would be full of song and books and love. There was always love. But then…tragedy struck!”

“Oh, no!”

“A mighty storm swept through the ocean, destroying everything in its path! There was no escape…no hope. Taking each other in their arms, they faced the storm together…and became one with the sea.”

“Dag!” You scolded, “Why does just about everyone die in your stories?”

“I like the drama.” He said with a shrug. “Now you tell me a story.”

“Well…”

Together you sat on the beach and told stories all through the night. Dag’s tales were always tragic and dramatic while yours were more like fairy tales, with magical spells and cursed princes.

But it wasn’t long before the last beams of moonlight slowly slipped away.

The world would be waking up soon. Humans would pour into the beach to play and swim while the werecreature of the sea hurried home, hiding until the night came once more. Sighing sadly, you both knew what had to happen.

“I miss you already.”

“I know.” Dag whispered. “I know.”

Time was precious and the night was fading fast. Kissing him one last time, you dove into the ocean together.

One swam to the shore.

The other remained in the sea.

Dag swam lazily through the sea, his silver fins slipping in and out of the cold waters. Stars began to blink away one by one. It was going to be a while before he would see you again and though he hated it…

He’d wait.

He’d see you again.

Alrighty, Day 16 is here; finally! I know it’s a little bit late but hey, at least I got it to you all. I hope you all enjoy what I’ve written for you all. This one is for our boys today, it be there day. A big happy birthday to Eijiro and Tetsutetsu, let’s celebrate their day!

@ikinabi I finished it finally, I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for the boys.

~Lesbian Peanut

Word Count: 3279

You were as quiet as you could be while pushing open the front door to your house, cursing to yourself when the hinge of the door creaked under the strain. It was odd to you that there was no sound coming from the depth of your house, the peace was something that made you uncomfortable and had shivers running along your spine. The only time your house ever fell silent was when the other occupants were asleep or hunting, and you would always be their prey whenever they were hunting. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy their little games, being hunted gave you quite the thrill but at the same time it scared the living shit out of you too.

Today was different though, you wanted to be able to get into the house without being jumped by the two horny Dragons you knew were waiting for you inside. You slipped off your shoes quietly, pushing them to the side of the hallway before padding off into the house further. The sound of your heart beating wildly against your ribcage was painful in your ears, growing louder with each step you took into the house. You chewed on your lip nervously, holding your thick coat closed as you made your way towards the bedroom; hoping to be able to surprise your boyfriends. Sounds reached your ears as you neared the bedroom and you stopped just shy of the door, listening to the two inside.

“Fuck Ei, that feels so good.” Tetsutetsu’s voice reached your ears first, the tone low and full of lust.

There was a low groan which echoed out into the hallway, followed by a snarl and the sound of something tearing. “It’s not enough Tetsu…”

You smiled as you peeked your head around the door, peering in at the two men perched atop your bed. There was no need for you to disturb them while they were having their fun, but from the sounds of things they weren’t quite satisfied with how it was going. You pushed the door open, stepping into the room and walking over to the bed quietly. The two Dragons were sitting in the middle of your bed, their bodies practically entwined with one another’s as their dicks were pressed together between them. A Red tail was moving at a steady pace, stroking the four protruding dicks and Eijiro’s eyes snapped over to where you were standing at the end of the bed.

Here it is, my (for me, lol) long-awaited priest kink fic. I hope y’all enjoy it, and to the anon asking for more male x male stuff - I will make a version of this where the reader is male c: I can’t say when it’s ready, but I’ll try to make it quck!

As the beads snare around your hands, you wonder how you got yourself into this situation; it had all started out so innocently.

The priest on one side of the cabinet, you on the other, separated only by a thin wall with a little window, the glass riddled with diagonal lines. The entire thing is made of thick, polished mahogany wood, and despite being cumbersome, it can be moved if need be.

On your side is a seat and a little step on which to kneel. The ‘door’ is nothing more than a heavy, purple curtain, whereas the priest’s door is an actual, wooden door, naturally matching the rest of the structure.

“Father,” you speak, leaned back against the back of the cabinet, and look down at your feet, “Father, how may I be granted salvation for my sins?” Your voice trembles just the faintest bit, and you keep your hands locked tightly together in prayer.

“Speak, my child, and speak freely of that which burdens you. God in Heaven is listening.” His voice is smooth and soft, warm and kind, and you can almost hear the gentle smile on his lips.

Nervously rolling your lower lip between your teeth, you heave a heavy sigh and open your eyes, turning your gaze towards the little window. The priest is nowhere to be seen.

“Father, I… I have lain with a man.” You take a long break, not sure how much or how little you should say – you have no idea how confessions work, this is your first one ever! And given that you have now reached twenty summers, that’s a pretty good streak.

Good times ❤️

CW: Lmao yeah this one’s dark and dub-con, don’t look if it’s not your thing

Alrighty my Little Rogues, Day 2 here we go!! I’m running just a little bit late with this one and I’ve had a busy day but I finally got my butt in gear. This is my first ever time writing for Rappa and I honestly was so nervous writing for him… I hope you all enjoy what I have written for this wonderful man and let me know how I went if you can.

~Lesbian Peanut

Word Count: 2182

“Rappa, not right now!” You squeaked in surprise, flustered from what you were seeing and the thoughts running through your head.

“Yes now, I want you so bad.” He growled back as he stepped towards you hurriedly.

You whipped your head around in place, searching for somewhere you would be able to take your husband to avoid utter embarrassment. You loved your husband to pieces, there was nothing in this world that would change that and that included his outrageously high libido. You couldn’t really complain though, he had warned you before you had married him that he wasn’t like other men. See, marrying a Dragon was a lot different than marrying a human. For starters there was the high libido, add to that an overly protective stance and a crazed fever to be with you; things could get hectic.

This is incredibly late for me, but I finally got there!! YAY! Ok, so this was something completely different for me. Day 8 of Kinktober brought me face to face with Enji Todoroki (Endeavor). Now, most of you probably know that in the past I would refuse to write for him, but I recently had a change of heart. This is the first piece I have ever written for him. Again, please don’t get angry with me if this is something you don’t like. Just don’t read it if you don’t want to, please don’t pick on me for my choices,

~Lesbian peanut

Word Count:4929

Enji Todoroki, a man who rose through the ranks of the Police force and was appointed as the Captain of a specialised team whose job it was to undertake covert operations. His rough exterior and gruff attitude had earned him a rather harsh, crippling reputation over the course of the years he’d been active on the force. Many officers outside of his own department had taken to calling him the cold hearted, hot headed Captain, who ran a squad of delinquent cops who should never have been on the force to begin with. You on the other hand had been a teenager when you had first met the man, though it definitely wasn’t under the most flattering of circumstances. Enji had saved you from dying when you had launched yourself out of a third story window of a burning building, your last-ditch attempt to escape the raging flames behind you. He had been the one to catch you in his arms and stayed with you until the paramedics were able to see you, but you’d never forgotten the way he had carried himself with such pride. Back then he had only been starting out, making a name for himself only came later in his career with hard work and a hell of a lot of determination.

The experience of facing death that night had made you re-evaluate your life choices and you lost a lot of friends due to the changes you made. You straightened out your life, bunkering down in college with your studies and took every step necessary for following in his shoes. You had entered the Police force after graduating from the academy and quickly moved up from being a rookie, wanting nothing more than to be able to meet the man who you owed your life to. It took a few years but eventually the opportunity arose for you to transfer out of your old department and straight into a covert squad, you took it; knowing better than to scoff at an opportunity like that. It had come as a complete surprise to you though when you had walked in on the first day in the new department and had smacked straight into Enji, it had shocked you further to learn he was now your Captain. You couldn’t understand the stigma that hung over the members of your new squad, they were all here for the same reason and sure they had an unconventional way of getting justice for the families of the victims; you were no exception on that front.

Enji was without fail the first person to walk through those doors in the mornings and was almost always the last person who would leave sometime late in the night. The hours in this department were completely different from those of which you were used to, they were ridiculous and from time to time when a case called for it, the whole team would stay the night to keep the Captain company while solving the case. There were nights where you would be the last person to leave the department, taking as much time as you could spare to comb through any and all evidence in order to find something that may have been overlooked by others on your team. Tonight, had happened to be one of those nights, the late hour of the night finally catching up to you when your head smacked against your desk with a sickening thud.

Alrighty, Day 16 is here; finally! I know it’s a little bit late but hey, at least I got it to you all. I hope you all enjoy what I’ve written for you all. This one is for our boys today, it be there day. A big happy birthday to Eijiro and Tetsutetsu, let’s celebrate their day!

@ikinabi I finished it finally, I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for the boys.

~Lesbian Peanut

Word Count: 3279

You were as quiet as you could be while pushing open the front door to your house, cursing to yourself when the hinge of the door creaked under the strain. It was odd to you that there was no sound coming from the depth of your house, the peace was something that made you uncomfortable and had shivers running along your spine. The only time your house ever fell silent was when the other occupants were asleep or hunting, and you would always be their prey whenever they were hunting. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy their little games, being hunted gave you quite the thrill but at the same time it scared the living shit out of you too.

Today was different though, you wanted to be able to get into the house without being jumped by the two horny Dragons you knew were waiting for you inside. You slipped off your shoes quietly, pushing them to the side of the hallway before padding off into the house further. The sound of your heart beating wildly against your ribcage was painful in your ears, growing louder with each step you took into the house. You chewed on your lip nervously, holding your thick coat closed as you made your way towards the bedroom; hoping to be able to surprise your boyfriends. Sounds reached your ears as you neared the bedroom and you stopped just shy of the door, listening to the two inside.

“Fuck Ei, that feels so good.” Tetsutetsu’s voice reached your ears first, the tone low and full of lust.

There was a low groan which echoed out into the hallway, followed by a snarl and the sound of something tearing. “It’s not enough Tetsu…”

You smiled as you peeked your head around the door, peering in at the two men perched atop your bed. There was no need for you to disturb them while they were having their fun, but from the sounds of things they weren’t quite satisfied with how it was going. You pushed the door open, stepping into the room and walking over to the bed quietly. The two Dragons were sitting in the middle of your bed, their bodies practically entwined with one another’s as their dicks were pressed together between them. A Red tail was moving at a steady pace, stroking the four protruding dicks and Eijiro’s eyes snapped over to where you were standing at the end of the bed.

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Chapter Summary: It’s finally time for the Xenomorph to mate. 

Warnings: Definitely non-con/rape, oviposition, pregnancy, a little gore but it’s not detailed, definitely some manipulation but it’s also not really detailed. 

Author’s Note: Here’s the chapter we’ve all been waiting for. Things get real fucked up here. 

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It’s been nearly a week since she’d visited the barn, and she can hardly keep her mind off what had happened. The alien had been touching her, and she had liked it. Then she had run from it and it had let her go. Maybe it wasn’t quite as determined to have her to mate with and she had shown it she wasn’t quite as willing a partner as it wanted her to be and had moved on to someone else. Despite this, Kira can’t help but watch the barn, waiting for any sign of movement, but she hasn’t seen anything. 

She still waited for him to randomly appear somewhere, get inside her house somehow, and deliver some revenge for how she’d run out of the barn so quickly. How she’d run from him. But he’d let her run. He’d let her go. So maybe things would be alright. 

Two days later Kira is making her way to the barn. It was nearly dusk, and she had to know. Had he left? Was he waiting for her to venture in and then he’d strike? Kill her out of anger for denying him what he was there for? Kira grips the flashlight in her hand tighter, making her way to the sliding door of the barn.