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Oliver Fox | Registered: December 10, 2022 02:11:12 PM
Kai Oliver Fox 
Trans Man [] He/Him [] 33
✍️ Writer of kink, cuteness, emotional filth, and story-driven smut
Hey there — I’m Oli / Kai / Fox (Yes, I answer to them all)!
I am a published writer with Queer Romance books out on amazon HERE.
I'm also creating a 5e based TTRPG atm where you can actually play as animals alongside the humanoids!
I write NSFW fiction that blends dark kink with deeper emotion.
Expect monsters, power dynamics, complex queerness, and sweet bois getting absolutely wrecked (lovingly, brutally, or both).
What I specialise in: 
🐾 Monster/omega kink, omegaverse, and feral dynamics
🔥 Breeding, D/S, dubcon/noncon, heatplay, and submission
💔 Dark romance, emotional scars, and kink as survival
📖 High-detail smut woven with character depth and worldbuilding
Writing Commissions: Open
💌 DMs welcome for questions
Commissions are kept private unless for FA events!
Watch me if you're into:
Boys being both broken and fixed in heart aching ways
Sweet boys are desperate for what they are given
Monsters/Beasts who take what they want
Smut that leaves marks (emotional and otherwise)
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Featured Journal
Excerpt from Love Beyond Instinct Book (G)
2 weeks ago
Then, behind him, the snow shifted.
A faint sound. A whisper. A small thump and shuffle, too close to be the wind.
The panther paused mid-step, golden eyes narrowing. He turned his head slightly, scanning the untouched white. Nothing moved. Only the snow drifting lazily from overburdened pine branches.
He waited a beat longer. Then he huffed, low and dismissive, and continued on.
A few strides later, it happened again. Shuffle. Scrape. Muffled movement under the snow.
He froze, tail lowering, head tilting to one side. His ears twitched, pinpointing the faint disturbance. Still nothing visible. The world remained pure and silent — save for that small, persistent sound, like something trying very hard not to be heard.
His whiskers twitched. He inhaled.
Snow. Cold air. And beneath it— Cub.
He exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound almost a sigh. Of course.
He took another step forward. Then another. Pretending he hadn’t noticed.
The next sound was larger: a sudden scrabble, snow flinging upward, and a muffled yowl. A pale shape burst from the drift like a snow spirit exploding from the earth — all rosetted fur and flailing paws. The cub half-leapt, half-slid forward, and collided squarely with the panther’s hindquarters before scrambling up his back with surprising speed.
The panther stopped mid-stride, eyes widening a fraction as small claws dug into his shoulders for balance. A wet nose pressed against the back of his neck, and a loud huff followed — indignant, breathy, and filled with snow.
The cub sneezed. Twice. Then wriggled, trying to shake the clumps from his whiskers.
The panther’s chest rumbled, not in anger this time, but in something that could only be described as laughter. A deep, amused sound that rolled out of him like thunder softened by warmth.
He angled his head slightly, golden eyes sliding back toward the ridiculous snow-covered creature perched atop him. The cub’s ears were flattened, his nose pink and dripping, his fur dusted white and sticking out in every direction.
The panther made a low, teasing grumble. A sound that meant: The snow is too deep for you, little fool.
The cub met that look with the full force of blue-eyed indignation. He chirped, sharp, bossy, and huffed, curling his tail around his own feet as though claiming the panther’s broad back as his rightful throne.
The panther blinked slowly. Then huffed again, the faintest ghost of a smile in his rumble.
The cub, however, was done arguing. He gave one final shake, scattering melting flakes down the panther’s shoulder, then settled with determined pride. His front paws tucked neatly, his chin lifted, eyes bright with mischief and satisfaction.
I’m coming too, his whole posture said.
The link to it is here: Love Beyond Instinct ~ Book 1: Winter and it's Pay What You Want, so it can be totally free!!
A faint sound. A whisper. A small thump and shuffle, too close to be the wind.
The panther paused mid-step, golden eyes narrowing. He turned his head slightly, scanning the untouched white. Nothing moved. Only the snow drifting lazily from overburdened pine branches.
He waited a beat longer. Then he huffed, low and dismissive, and continued on.
A few strides later, it happened again. Shuffle. Scrape. Muffled movement under the snow.
He froze, tail lowering, head tilting to one side. His ears twitched, pinpointing the faint disturbance. Still nothing visible. The world remained pure and silent — save for that small, persistent sound, like something trying very hard not to be heard.
His whiskers twitched. He inhaled.
Snow. Cold air. And beneath it— Cub.
He exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound almost a sigh. Of course.
He took another step forward. Then another. Pretending he hadn’t noticed.
The next sound was larger: a sudden scrabble, snow flinging upward, and a muffled yowl. A pale shape burst from the drift like a snow spirit exploding from the earth — all rosetted fur and flailing paws. The cub half-leapt, half-slid forward, and collided squarely with the panther’s hindquarters before scrambling up his back with surprising speed.
The panther stopped mid-stride, eyes widening a fraction as small claws dug into his shoulders for balance. A wet nose pressed against the back of his neck, and a loud huff followed — indignant, breathy, and filled with snow.
The cub sneezed. Twice. Then wriggled, trying to shake the clumps from his whiskers.
The panther’s chest rumbled, not in anger this time, but in something that could only be described as laughter. A deep, amused sound that rolled out of him like thunder softened by warmth.
He angled his head slightly, golden eyes sliding back toward the ridiculous snow-covered creature perched atop him. The cub’s ears were flattened, his nose pink and dripping, his fur dusted white and sticking out in every direction.
The panther made a low, teasing grumble. A sound that meant: The snow is too deep for you, little fool.
The cub met that look with the full force of blue-eyed indignation. He chirped, sharp, bossy, and huffed, curling his tail around his own feet as though claiming the panther’s broad back as his rightful throne.
The panther blinked slowly. Then huffed again, the faintest ghost of a smile in his rumble.
The cub, however, was done arguing. He gave one final shake, scattering melting flakes down the panther’s shoulder, then settled with determined pride. His front paws tucked neatly, his chin lifted, eyes bright with mischief and satisfaction.
I’m coming too, his whole posture said.
The link to it is here: Love Beyond Instinct ~ Book 1: Winter and it's Pay What You Want, so it can be totally free!!
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