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RIDE OR DIE pt.1 | Aemond Targaryen x fem!oc

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Summary: Aemond Targaryen is the owner of a famous strip club, the Blue Pearl. One night he visits the club and asks for the best girl, unaware of the consequences of his choice…

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, the fem!oc is named Maddy with long brown hair and blue-green eyes, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, SMUT, sexual tension, sex, sex, sex, Modern Aemond in Modern AU.

English is not my first language, be kind <3

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The Blue Pearl is buzzing with its usual electricity, the low hum of conversation mixing with the sensual rhythm of the music. Tonight, though, there's a different kind of tension in the air. Word has spread quickly among the dancers that Aemond Targaryen —the elusive, powerful owner of the club—has made an unexpected appearance.

The dancers steal glances toward the VIP section, where Aemond Targaryen sits, his presence commanding the room without a word. He's dressed in an immaculate black suit, his silver-blond hair slicked back, the eye patch covering his left eye only adding to his enigmatic allure. He surveys the club with a cool, detached air, but there's a sharpness in his gaze, a sense of control that radiates from him.

Madame Sylvie, the woman who runs the girls, is quick to act. She approaches Aemond with the confidence of someone who’s been in this business for years, yet with the respect that his position demands. "Mr. Targaryen," she greets him, her voice smooth. "What can we offer you tonight?"

Aemond’s gaze doesn’t waver as he responds, his voice low and authoritative. "The best girl you have."

Madame Sylvie nods, not missing a beat. "Of course, her name is Maddy"

She knows exactly who he wants, who the best is. Without another word, she gestures for Maddy.

Maddy is the club’s jewel. With long, flowing brown hair and mesmerizing green-blue eyes, she’s the sexiest, most sought-after girl at The Blue Pearl. Her beauty is unmatched, but it’s her confidence, the way she moves, that truly sets her apart. Men pay top dollar for just a few minutes of her time, and tonight, she’s about to perform for the boss himself.

As the song "Ride or Die Pt. 2" begins to pulse through the speakers, Maddy steps into the private room where Aemond is waiting. The space is dimly lit, the flicker of red led casting a warm glow over the luxurious surroundings. She’s dressed in a stunning set of lingerie—an expensive bra and thong adorned with Swarovski crystals, loose hair, high heels amd each movement sending a shimmer of light dancing across her skin.

Maddy knows the stakes are high tonight. Aemond Targaryen isn’t just any client; he’s the owner, the man behind the empire that is The Blue Pearl. But she doesn’t let it show. With a sultry smile, she begins to move, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music. Her dance is a seductive blend of grace and raw sensuality, every step calculated to entice, to captivate.

Aemond watches her with an intensity that makes her skin tingle. He’s silent, his expression unreadable, but his eye never leaves her. There’s a predatory edge to the way he looks at her, as if he’s assessing every detail, every movement. Maddy can feel the weight of his gaze, the way it seems to strip her bare, even more than the delicate lingerie she wears.

She twirls and arches her body, the crystals on her outfit catching the light, reflecting the opulence of the room. As she drops down low, her hands sliding up her thighs, she locks eyes with Aemond. For a moment, the world outside the room ceases to exist. It’s just the two of them—the dancer and the boss—caught in a dance that’s as much about power as it is about pleasure.

Aemond’s expression remains stoic, but there’s a subtle shift in his posture, a slight leaning forward as if he’s drawn closer by an invisible force. Maddy notices, and it fuels her confidence. She knows she has his attention, knows she’s living up to the reputation that Madame Sylvie has built around her.

The song reaches its peak, and Maddy’s movements become more fluid, more intense. She’s a vision of temptation, her body moving in ways that are both hypnotic and provocative. She ends the dance by crawling slowly toward him, her eyes locked on his, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

As the last notes of the song fade into silence, Maddy rises to her feet, standing before Aemond with a poise that belies the heat of the moment. She doesn’t say a word—she doesn’t need to. Her performance has said everything.

Aemond finally speaks, his voice as cool and composed as ever. "Well done, Maddy" he says, his tone carrying a note of approval that’s rare from him.

Maddy smiles, a small, triumphant curve of her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Targaryen."

Aemond stands, his tall frame towering over her as he reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a thick envelope, placing it on the table beside her with a finality that suggests their encounter is over. But as he turns to leave, he pauses, looking back at her with that same intense gaze.

"I’ll be seeing you again."

With that, he’s gone, leaving Maddy standing alone in the private room, the soft glow of the red lights still flickering around her. She exhales slowly, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Aemond Targaryen might be the boss, but tonight, she had been the one in control.

As the door to the private room closes behind Aemond, Maddy takes a moment to compose herself, the adrenaline from the dance still buzzing in her veins. The thick envelope filled with money he left behind is a reminder of the power she holds, but it’s the lingering tension in the air that captivates her thoughts. There was something in the way he looked at her, a flicker of something more than mere approval.

Just as she’s about to leave the room, her phone buzzes in her clutch. She pulls it out, surprised to see a number she doesn’t recognize. Instinctively, she knows who it is.

"Maddy," comes Aemond’s low, controlled voice when she answers. His tone sends a shiver down her spine.

"Mr. Targaryen," she replies, letting her voice drop to a husky purr. "Did I leave you wanting more?"

There’s a pause on the other end, a silence heavy with intent. "Come to my office" he commands, but there’s a softness in his voice that wasn’t there before. A hint of something more personal, more vulnerable.

Maddy smiles, a slow, knowing smile. "Are you asking, or are you telling me?"

Another pause, longer this time. "I’m asking," he finally says, the admission sounding like it costs him something.

She feels a rush of satisfaction. "I’ll be there in five minutes."

The walk to Aemond’s office feels longer than usual, each step echoing with the unspoken tension between them. When she reaches the heavy, oak door, she hesitates for just a second before pushing it open. Inside, the room is dimly lit, much like the private room, but there’s a different energy here—something more intimate, more charged.

Aemond is standing by the large window that overlooks the city, his back to her. The moonlight casts a silver glow over his form, highlighting the sharp angles of his shoulders and the precise lines of his suit. He doesn’t turn around when she enters, but she knows he’s aware of every move she makes.

Closing the door behind her, Maddy saunters across the room, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She knows how to use her body, how to command attention, and right now, she intends to use every ounce of that power.

"You wanted to see me?" she asks, her voice silky smooth as she stops just a few feet behind him.

Aemond finally turns to face her, his expression unreadable, but there’s a tension in his posture, a tightness in his jaw that betrays him. "I wanted to talk" he says, but his voice lacks its usual firmness.

Maddy tilts her head, letting her hair cascade over one shoulder. "Is that really all you wanted, Aemond?" she teases, deliberately using his first name, stripping away the formalities.

He doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on hers, as if searching for something he can’t quite find. The intensity in his eyes makes her heart skip a beat, but she doesn’t let it show. Instead, she takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to lightly brush against his chest.

"You were watching me so closely during the dance," she whispers, her fingers tracing the edge of his lapel. "I could feel your eyes on me, like you were trying to memorize every move I made. Did you like what you saw?"

Aemond’s breath hitches, and for the first time, she sees a crack in his composed exterior. "Yes," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I did."

Maddy smiles, a seductive curve of her lips as she closes the distance between them. She can feel the tension radiating off him, the way his body is taut with restraint. Her hand slides up to his neck, fingers lightly grazing the skin just above his collar. "Then why don’t you show me?"

He looks at her with a mix of longing and hesitation, the usual confidence in his gaze replaced by something more raw, more exposed. "Maddy," he begins, but his voice falters. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Please."

She raises an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Please, what?"

There’s a vulnerability in his expression now, a need that he can’t hide, no matter how hard he tries. "Please... kiss me."

The request is soft, almost desperate, and it catches her off guard. She hadn’t expected him to surrender so easily, but there’s something disarming about it, something that tugs at a part of her she didn’t know existed.

But Maddy doesn’t let the moment slip away. Instead, she leans in slowly, letting the anticipation build as her lips hover just inches from his. She can feel his breath on her skin, warm and unsteady, and she knows she has him completely under her control.

When she finally closes the gap, her lips brushing against his, it’s soft at first—tentative, almost tender. But then Aemond responds, his hands coming up to grip her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepens. There’s a hunger in the way he kisses her, a desperation that surprises her, but she matches it, letting herself get lost in the heat of the moment.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, and she feels him shudder beneath her touch. The power shift between them is palpable, the dynamic from earlier now reversed. He might be the boss, the man who runs The Blue Pearl, but right now, he’s the one begging for more.

When they finally pull apart, both of them breathless, Maddy looks up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Aemond’s eye is dark with desire, his usually controlled demeanor completely shattered.

"Is that what you wanted?" she whispers, her voice laced with both seduction and something softer, something she hadn’t intended to show.

Aemond nods, his grip on her waist tightening slightly as if he’s afraid to let her go. "Yes," he breathes. "But it’s not enough."

Maddy’s smile returns, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "Then I guess we’ll just have to see where this goes" she murmurs, leaning in to kiss him again, this time with all the intensity she had held back before.

Because in this game of power and seduction, she knows she’s already won.

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The next evening arrives with an unexpected twist. The Blue Pearl is closed for the night, its usual lively energy replaced by an eerie stillness. No patrons, no music, just the empty halls of the club shrouded in darkness. But for Maddy, the night is far from over.

Madame Sylvie calls her earlier in the day with a specific request. "Maddy, Mr. Targaryen wants you tonight," she says, her voice leaving no room for negotiation. "He’s willing to pay handsomely for your time. It’s just one more private dance."

Maddy hesitates, glancing around the cramped apartment she shares with her older sister and their sick mother. The bills are piling up, and the money Aemond Targaryen offers could make a difference. With a deep breath, she agrees, knowing this isn’t just about the money—it’s about something deeper, something that has been building between them.

As the evening comes, Maddy prepares herself, slipping into a simple, yet provocative outfit—nothing but black heels and a delicate thong. Her long brown hair cascades freely down her back, a sharp contrast against her bare skin. Tonight, the stakes feel higher, the tension thicker.

When she arrives at The Blue Pearl, the silence inside is almost deafening. The club’s usual pulse is replaced by an intimate, almost surreal atmosphere. The only light comes from the dim glow of the overhead fixtures, casting shadows that dance across the empty floor.

Aemond is waiting in the center of the main room, seated in a leather chair with an air of calm that belies the tension simmering just beneath the surface. He’s dressed in a dark suit, his sharp features highlighted by the faint light. His presence fills the room, commanding attention even in the silence.

Maddy approaches him with deliberate slowness, the click of her heels the only sound echoing through the space. When she stops in front of him, she sees the way his gaze rakes over her body, the hunger in his eye unmistakable.

Without a word, the music begins—a slow, sensual beat that fills the room, creating a private world for just the two of them. Maddy starts to move, her body swaying to the rhythm, every motion deliberate and controlled. She knows what he wants, knows the power she holds over him, and she uses it to her advantage.

Her dance is a blend of elegance and raw seduction, every movement designed to entice. She can feel Aemond’s gaze on her, the way it follows her every curve, every turn. There’s a tension in the air, a charged energy that makes her heart race. But she doesn’t falter. Instead, she loses herself in the dance, her body a perfect instrument of temptation.

As the song reaches its midway point, Aemond shifts in his seat, his hand subtly gesturing for her to come closer. There’s a command in his motion, but also a plea—an unspoken request that she can’t ignore.

Without hesitation, Maddy steps forward, her eyes locked on his as she climbs into his lap. She straddles him, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his suit. Her hands rest lightly on his shoulders, her face just inches from his. The tension between them is almost unbearable now, a taut string ready to snap.

Aemond’s hands find her waist, holding her as if she might disappear at any moment. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but the desperation in it is unmistakable. "Please, Maddy… kiss me."

There’s something in his plea, something vulnerable and raw that cuts through the air. For a moment, Maddy just looks at him, seeing not the powerful owner of The Blue Pearl, but a man stripped bare by his own desires. She hesitates, feeling the gravity of the moment.

Then, without another word, she leans in and presses her lips to his. The kiss is soft at first, almost tentative, but it quickly deepens, fueled by the pent-up emotions between them. Aemond responds eagerly, his grip on her tightening as if afraid to let her go.

The world around them fades away, the music, the empty club—all of it disappears, leaving just the two of them lost in the moment. Maddy can feel the intensity of his need, the way it mirrors her own, and she gives in completely, letting the kiss consume them both.

When they finally pull apart, both are breathless, their faces flushed with the heat of the moment. Aemond’s eye is dark with desire, his control shattered, replaced by something far more primal.

Maddy smiles, a slow, sultry curve of her lips as she leans into whisper in his ear, her voice barely more than a breath. "Is this what you wanted, Aemond?"

He nods, his voice hoarse as he replies, "Yes, but I want more."

Her smile widens, and she kisses him again, this time with all the intensity she’s held back. Because tonight, there are no rules, no boundaries—only the raw, unfiltered connection between them. And in this moment, they both know there’s no going back.

Maddy is excited, on top of him she feels the center of her legs moist, the wet thong and Aemond's fingers, exploring her naked body. Aemond moves her hair behind her back, she on top of him is a divine vision. Maddy moves her hips over those of her boss, she feels the hard erection in his pants. She starts to unbutton his shirt, she kisses him on the neck, Aemond's chest is hard and with defined muscles, his toned arms. Between her thighs she is soaked, it almost hurts her, she continues to kiss him while Aemond with both hands squeezes her breasts and stimulates her already sensitive nipples. Maddy moans under his touch, she whispers his name and he encourages her to do so by increasing his movements.

Aemond sighs, he is so excited that his masculinity hurts. Maddy looks at him with hungry eyes, moves her hands to his belt who nods and ends up taking off his boxers and pants. His erection is big, hard, veiny and his balls are sore and full. Maddy wraps her hand around his length and moves it gently, slowly she gets up from him kneeling in front of him.

"Look at me, Mr. Targaryen" she whispers persuasively, then she licks him, takes him between her lips, all the way to her throat. She sucks him all the way down, between her legs she feels so wet it's hard to bear. She wants to put a hand between her thighs and pleasure herself, the man under him is simply extraordinary, beautiful, dangerous. Maddy squeezes her thighs together, rubbing them. Aemond notices this and even though he is lost in pleasure, he signals her to get back into his arms. Maddy nods, Aemond brings his hands to her hips and slides her thong off. "You're so wet" he whispers, but then he gets up. "Sit on the chair" he orders, she does as he orders. Aemond kneels in front of her and then he bury his face into her wet thighs.

She can’t stop it, it feels too good.

She can’t help but sob under him, watching him desperately as his hips begin to grind against her face, his nose hitting your bundle of nerves each time. Without warning, his long index finger slides inside her, eliciting a small cry of pleasure, mixed with a little pain from the sudden stretch. His finger begins to pump in and out of her gently, his lips trying to ease her pain and apparently it works.

“Aemond, Aemond, oh, Aemond!”

Aemond makes her come on his lips and fingers, Maddy's legs tremble with pleasure. "Sorry" she whispers embarrassed, but Aemond retorts. "You have nothing to apologize for, pretty girl" he stands up, Maddy stands up and looks at him: naked, with his hair loose, the body of a God.

Aemond offers her his hand, Maddy stands up, his hair covering her body in such a sensual way. Aemond sits on the chair, invites Maddy to climb astride him. "Ride or die, remember pretty girl?" he teases her, takes his erection covered by a condom in his hand and Maddy slowly climbs into his arms, lets herself go down on him. He is big, invasive, fills her up to her ass. She rides him, places her hands on his chest, Aemond tightens his hands on her thighs. She is wonderful, heavenly, she is simply his.

The way her pussy grips his cock and tightens around him makes him lose his mind, hitting deeper and deeper inside her until, finally, he hits that spot that makes her scream his name and moan loudly. Maddy begins to see stars with him hitting that spot over and over again, making her completely drunk on him. She feels an incredible knot in her belly as she moans under him louder with every thrust he gives her.

"So fucking good, so fucking tight for me" he praises her.

"Oh god, Aemond" Maddy whispers against his neck holding him tight before her pussy tightens around him. "From today, you will perform only for me" Her own words and the feeling of her nails scratching his back send him over the edge itself, burying his face in her neck, biting her as he comes and fills the condom, releasing his hold on her.

The once-empty club now feels like the most intimate place in the world, their connection deeper than either of them expected.

The soft light from the overhead fixtures casts a warm glow over them as they lie together on the plush seating in the center of the main room. Aemond holds her close, his arm draped around her, his breath still ragged from their lovemaking. Maddy, nestled against his chest, feels a strange mix of contentment and curiosity.

For a while, they just lie there in comfortable silence, but eventually, Maddy’s gaze drifts to the patch over Aemond’s left eye. She hesitates for a moment, then softly asks, "Aemond… will you take off the patch?"

Aemond tenses slightly, his body going still beneath her. It’s a vulnerable request, one he’s not used to. He’s quiet for a moment, and she can feel the conflict within him. But then, with a slow exhale, he nods and reaches up to remove the patch.

As the patch comes away, Maddy’s breath catches in her throat. Where his left eye should be, there’s a brilliant sapphire, glowing faintly in the dim light. The gemstone is beautiful, mesmerizing, yet also a stark reminder of something painful.

She reaches up to touch his face gently, her fingers tracing the edge of the sapphire. "What happened?" she asks softly, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Aemond looks at her, his expression more open than she’s ever seen it. "My nephew… when we were younger, he assaulted me. It was a cruel game, a show of power. This…" He gestures to the sapphire. "This is what was left."

Maddy’s heart aches for him, for the pain he must have endured. But more than that, she sees the strength it took to survive, to wear that sapphire as both a reminder and a shield. "Aemond," she whispers, "you’re wonderful. You don’t need to hide this from me."

Aemond’s eye searches hers, looking for any hint of pity or disgust, but all he finds is acceptance. It’s a rare thing for him—someone seeing beyond the scars, beyond the wealth and power, to the man underneath.

In that moment, something shifts between them. Aemond, who is always so controlled, so guarded, lets down his defenses completely. "Maddy," he begins, his voice softer than before, "would you go out with me? A real date, just you and me."

Maddy blinks in surprise, taken aback by the simplicity and sincerity of the request. "Aemond, I… I’m not rich. I don’t have anything to offer you."

Aemond silences her with a gentle kiss on her lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "I don’t care about that, Maddy. I care about you."

Her heart flutters at his words, and she feels a warmth spread through her chest. She’s spent so long believing that her worth was tied to what she could offer, what she could earn, but here is Aemond, the man who could have anything he wants, choosing her for who she is.

Maddy searches his face, looking for any sign that this is just a game, but all she sees is sincerity. Slowly, she nods. "Okay," she whispers, "I’ll go out with you."

Aemond’s face breaks into a rare, genuine smile, one that lights up his entire expression. He leans in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, this time filled with a softness and affection that’s different from the hunger they shared earlier. It’s a kiss that speaks of promises, of possibilities, of something real and lasting.

As they pull away, Aemond rests his forehead against hers, his hand gently cupping her face. "You are so dangerous and beautiful" he murmurs.

Maddy smiles, her own hand reaching up to cover his. "You're so sweet."

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the remnants of their passion and the stillness of the club, they both realize that something new has begun—something neither of them expected, but both are willing to explore.

And as Aemond kisses her again, this time with all the love and tenderness he’s kept hidden for so long, Maddy knows that this is only the beginning of their story.

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wolf-tail · 2 months

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Since I'm far more comfortable being weird on 40k tumblr than I used to be, I'm gonna say some unhinged things.

Now that you've all been thoroughly warned, I'm thinking about which Primarchs would be the best or worst to deal with if they got pregnant:

Lion-You do not know he is pregnant. He would preffer it that way. He seems crankier, meaner, more reclusive, amd just a bit rounder, but you don't know about it until he winces and slinks off during a meeting, then returns a few hours later with babby in tow. No one is allowed to touch or even look at babby for at least a week.

Guilliman-He's doing pretty ok, but very anxious. Lots of body aches, but you have a hell of a time trying to convince him to ease off the work and rest. You often find him fast asleep on top of his desk. Constantly craving olives. Overall not too bad.

Horus-VERY proud papa-to-be. Constantly showing off his big ol belly and bragging about how knocked up he is. He has a canonical breeding kink, he's wearing every embarrassing maternity t-shirt he can find. Mortifying ordeal, but could be way worse.

Konrad-OH GOD, whoever impregnated this man, answer for your fucking crimes. Anyone who so much as breathes too loud in his vicinity is a skinless splatter on the pavement. Mercifully, he doesn't seem to want to leave his room. Just avoid him as much as possible and you might survive.

Sanguinius-Glowing, positively GLOWING! He's vibrant, elegant, happy, the type of thing people tell you being pregnant is like to try and convince you to have kids. Happy to let anyone rub his tummy. (Would he even give live birth or just lay an egg?) He's eepy, so very sleeby eepy. He just wants to nap. That just serves to make it cuter. The only issue is that in the later weeks he starts going broody. That will not be a fun time.

Fulgrim- Also an idealistic glowing beauty, but probably is a struggling a lot more than he lets on. You just know he's nauseous as hell and his feet hurt like a bitch. Give him a foot rub , he deserves it. Has a bunch of super long baby names picked out, Definitely rearranged the nursery seventeen times at least because it's "not good enough". And the second fact that thing comes out the womb it's dripped tf out. Little fuck is leaving the hospital in a Dior onesie. Fulgrim insists on doing his makeup before leaving the maternity ward, because he refuses to look as worn out as he is. Let this poor man REST.

Ferrus-Oof. I don't know much about him, but he strikes me as the type to have body image issues. Baby has a normal ass name like "John" or smth. When it's born he's scared to hold it with his metal hands, but bub doesn't care, falls right asleep in them.

Perturabo-ABORTION. He has no time for kids. But in the chance he does keep it, he's even more cranky and insufferable than ever. Yells at his own belly bc MiniPerty is kicking him while he's trying to work. Sending u prayers🙏

Dorn-Hmmm, idkkkk. I have not read enough about him. Dorn fans answer this one for me. But from what I do know he'd have a hard time describing as his complicated emotions about it. Would swaddle the Dornling in his grandpa's blanket.

Angron-OH FUCCKKKKKKK. You thought Konrad was bad!? The sad part is, all of the parts of him that want and love the baby are being punished for it by the nails. But can you fucking imagine a pregnant hormonal Angron!? The galaxy shakes in fear. The second sperm met egg, Khorne shifted uncomforably upon the Skull Throne.

Magnus-He's having a great time! Studying every parenting book he can find (TAKE NOTES EMPS!), getting cool belly tattoos, doing mysterious pregnancy rituals, psychically communicating with MiniMagnus once they're developed enough. Has a BIG belly, sometimes hard to maneuver. Probably twins. Sons always happy to give it a lil rub when he walks last. Often found lounging in his tower, lazily talking to bubby while reading, go ahead and give him a back massage.

Mortarion- As much as I think he'd look cute with a baby, I don't think he was ever at any point in his life healthy enough to carry one to term. Isha, fix his uterus, he needs to be a daddy immediately. If he was miraculously to get preggers, he'd definitely be cranky, but not overwhelmingly so. He'd love the kid, but occasionally pat his tummy and gently admonish it for being such a little nuisance.

Corax- Drawing a total blank here. Raven guardies tell me plz. But he might go broody too, goes with the bird theming.

The Khan- Continues riding his bike until he's physically too big to do so. You can't even try to stop him. Little Jag is travelling at Mach Fuck You every day. Labor is 5 seconds long, and as soon as the kid's delivered he's strapping it to his chest and getting right back in the saddle.

Vulkan-Biggest cuddlebug EVER!!! Joyous and glowing, always up for a belly rub. You just know his ass is 8 months pregnant and still in the forge, working on little practice weapons for his lil Salamander. His water will probaby break and he'll beg you to let him quench a sword in his own amniotic fluid (don't, that's gross) Prone to hot flashes, get him a nice cold drink plz.

Lorgar-A baby is joyous blessing! He's insanely happy about it, going on about how his body was "chosen to bring forth a wondrous being". Touching the tum is a religious experience. Gets a new tattoo to celebrate, if he can find the room.

Alpharius/Omegon: You either have no idea which one's pregnant, or they all somehow get pregnant at once. Twins are a guarantee either way.

#wh40k #mpreg #primarchs

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jboy44 · 9 days

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Team rwby , Pyrrha ren amd nora are shaking. A week ago Jsune arc vanished now they were in a dark spooky go this castle.

Thats when torches lit put of nowhere showing a ball of mirrors. In black suit and cape someone walked in ,Simone with no reflection.

Nora held her face in horror "VAMPIRE😱😱😱😱

Jaune smirks fangs out eyes glowing red " why yes I am." He holds Ruby's chin " and you ruby , what lovely haunting ghostly eyes , arent you a pretty little snack."

Jaune pulls ruby close his cape wraps around her. He smirks as ruby freaks out. " I could just eat you up" he bites into her neck

Ruby struggles at first but us soon trying yo get closer to him " 😱😱😱😭😭😭😢😢😥😰😃🤤🤭😘😘😘😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰💌💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❣️❤️🧡🤍🖤🤎💜💙💚💛💣💣💣💣🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵" she passes out sleeping soundly and happily on his shoulders

Pyrrha "... RUBY YOU MAN STEALING BITCH

Blake " the sounds she made. I was flirting with wrong sister

Weiss shaking " did he just punch her vcard ?

Yang now knows he sisters oh fave " 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬😰😰😰😰😰😫😫😫😫😫😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬😤😤😤😤😤😡😡😡😡👿👿👿ARC!!!!!"

#jaune arc #rwby #yang xiao long #ruby rose #blake belladonna #weiss schnee

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Small idea/headcanon time!

• Moth cryptid adults (The Professor, Magneto, Storm, Mystique, Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Beast) carry their moth kids (and human-turning-into-moth-beast) in strong silk pouches/holders around their chest and stomach. It is warm, it's strong, and the kids can sink into it like a beanbag or a little hidey-hole to nap in. Plus they have fluffy moth chest + belly to sleep on too~!

• Adult moth cryptids/beasts have long, sharp needle-like hairs/barbs that they can extend from their nails, knuckles, or wrists, that contain a venom or nectar that makes their kids very, very tired and very, very compliant and needy. It's injected at the base of their skull amd into their nervous system and brain, so it hurts, a LOT. Expect lots of moth kisses amd cuddles and grooming and cooing after they do it, to comfort their crying kid, clean them up, amd soothe their own tears too...

• Moth cryptids are not necessarily based on real moths, but are inspired by death's head moths, Mothman, fuzzy and venomous caterpillars, and the generic moths that flutter about. They can have designs on their wings, they're fluffy all over, but especially around their necks, chest, wings, and shoulders. Adore lights, will chirp at the moon and stars, love how their human kids have skin that very, very barely glows in the dark (if you know, good for you!).

• They usually lay really soft, jelly-like eggs, but this colony had all of their's, except for one, smashed and dissected... They were all very, very sad, and very, very angry... They weren't safe for humans to be around after that...

• Build nests and tunnels, made of and stuffed full of twigs, pine needles, rabbit pelts, random blankets and pillows from hunter cabins, moss, shiny and smooth rocks, bear furs, deer pelts, shed fluff, and old jackets and sweaters they raided from the cabins nearby... They love their nests, they are very proud of their nests, don't mess with their nests, or they will attack the perpetrator and unalive them...

• Are very crazy and protective over their human-turned-moth bbyies. They keep them very clean, feed them any berries or nuts that are sweet and safe to eat, keep them sedated and sleepy during the winter months, make them silk blankets and cocoons for the other months, and overall love on them and purr and chirp and hunt anything that comes near them.

• Can produce milk, all of them. It tastes like chocolate milk. Their venom tastes like mountain dew.

• Hole up in their nests and colony that's in a cliffside facing the woods, keep everything dark and warm and quiet save for their glow crystals and their happy croons and chirps. Will actually nurse their mothlings during this time, so they don't go hungry amd so they're wrapped up in their mothling pouch without worry. Lots of sleeping, crooning, soft snores, distant blizzard noises, amd the warm, sweet smell of pine needles and fluff...

(I love this au. It's sweet and dark and fluffy and I love it. Enjoy it. Bask in its fuzzy feels!)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #🐛moths in the woods🦋 au

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gamerbearmira · 6 days

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Au would be the Encanto is set on Friday The 13th. Mirabel or Bruno "dies" by drowning because of them having a bad gift/not having a gift and they basically become Jason Voorhees.

K so I drew this yesterday amd literally had it drafted but fell asleep before I could post it 💀💀

ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! Jason Voorhees in DBD when. Seriously. BUT. I digress, I really do like this ideas. I think Bruno would fit better than Mirabel tbh. More people have beef with him, for no apparent reason other than their own doing but. You know, they need to blame it on someone so why Bruno.

They probably throw him into lake after beating on to cause somebody got a bad vision and pulled up with the crew 😭😭 uhhh??? Likely it was ruled an accident,but it was weird how no one could fish out his body. For some reason I think he would have died a little before Isabela and Dolores’ birth.

I think like Jason he doesn’t talk much(whether he can and chooses not to or can’t idk), so the family doesn’t really know much of what happened. Or how he lived. I keep imagining him getting out the water in the middle of the night and going to bed (Casita let him in with little to no qualms). Idk if his door would start glowing again?? Anyway bro shows up to breakfast like it’s just a normal day 🧌 then chaos ig idk

Bros perpetually wet and no matter who gives him a pair he’s always missing one shoe 💀💀

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto bruno #jason voorhees #friday the 13th

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teyamsgrl · 1 year

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surrounded in smoke ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

YES I AMDE TSU'TEY ALIVE I MISS HIM BUT ENJOT THIS I WOULD LEGIT DIE FOR JAKE AND IM DO DRUNK YPING THIS

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, age gap (jake 30, reader 20), angst to smut, slow burn??, sorta cheesy lovey jake, l-bombs, oral f receiving, softdom!jake, dirty talk, size kink, tsaheylu, missionary 😮‍💨 - muntxatan: male spouse/mate

the multilayered tension between you and jake was obvious. the way you yearned for him was reciprocated completely, yet it was so difficult to address. jake being olo’eyktan gave him the highest status in the clan, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to compete with that. you were just another woman in the clan, a younger one at that. but to jake you were more than just ‘another woman’; you were the woman he needed, the one he would choose over anyone else. he admired your initiative, your skill in almost every possible task, your genuine kindness and generosity. you two loved each other, spent hours together yet never spoke about the one thing that was painfully evident, the one thing that kept drawing you both to each other day after day.

the war party had returned after a long day, sky dark and everyone's freckles glowing bright. all the injured men were travelling to the tsahik tent, several visibly bleeding and limping. you greeted them as they returned, searching the crowd for one specific individual. when you didn't spot jake, you began to notice the anguish on some of the faces of your fellow omatikaya. you tap tsu'tey's shoulder, urging him to look to you, "tsu'tey, where is jake?" your heart begins racing at the million possibilities swirling in your mind. "we don't know. one minute he was with us and then he was gone. we looked around the area but there was a lot of smoke and it was dark, it was hard to see if he was anywhere", your breath catches in your throat at his words, head dizzy with the thought of jake possibly being dead. "thank you.." you whisper, rushing to call for your ikran. when she arrives you hop on her back, connecting your queue with her and guiding her to the war zone. jake had warned you to never enter this area, even if it seemed necessary yet you weren't even worrying about your own safety at this point, chest heaving with every anxious breath you breathed. you finally land in the war zone amongst several destroyed rda gunships, smoke surrounding you just as tsu'tey had said.

you pulled your knife out and held it in front of you, just in case someone was to pop out of nowhere and attempt an attack. "jake!" you yell, looking through the mess of debris to see if he was anywhere to be seen. nothing. you move east of the zone first, smoke clearing as you get deeper into the forest. "jake!" you yell again, eyes scouring the area frantically. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you get even deeper into the trees, hope slowly exiting your mind. as if perfectly timed out, you heard a low grunt in the close distance. "jake?" you yell again, running towards where the sound appeared to be coming from. you see a muscular arm peeking out from behind a tree, someone obviously slumped against it. you move around the tree to spot jake there, several bruises littering his torso. "jake, oh great mother, thank you" you breathe out, kneeling beside him. "y/n? sweetheart why are you out here? it's so dangerous" he says, hand reaching for yours. "i came looking for you, what happened?" you asked, squeezing his hand as a tear rolls down your cheek. "shit i don't even know, i ended up ducking into the trees at some point and got knocked out for a bit, guess i was farther out than i thought" he explains, his eyes following the tear's trail down your freckled cheek. "i thought-" you whine softly as more tears fall, "i thought you were dead, i got so scared when you didn't come home with everyone else" he brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, swiping your tears away gently. "oh sweetheart... i'm right here, i'm alright, don't cry..." he smiles softly as you nod, nuzzling into his large and warm hand.

"god y/n..." he sighs, heart swelling at the mere thought of you being worried for him. "what is it?" you place your much smaller hand on top of his, "it must be obvious now, but i just- i need to tell you, or ask you, i guess" he rambles, biting his lip from the slight nerves emerging inside of him. "i have chosen you, y/n... i love you. if you would let me, i would be honoured to be your mate..." he trails off, thumb tracing small circles on your cheek. your heart is racing again, so fast that it feels like it could just jump out of your chest at any second. "jake... i feel the same way, ever since we first met. i would do anything to be your mate.. but jake, you are olo'eyktan, the most important person in our clan. are you sure you want me to be your mate? i'm just another woman, a younger one who is really nothing special-" he cuts you off, "hey, do not say that about yourself. i have never met someone like you, and in any life, any world i would choose you. i am positive, i want you to be my mate" he states, moving closer to lean his forehead against yours. your breath quivers at the proximity, tickling his lips. "can i kiss you, princess?" you nod frantically, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss. you hum into it and reach for his shoulders, coaxing him to draw you onto his lap.

he groans softly at the feeling of your warmth and weight against him, hands travelling all over your torso, groping and grazing every inch of you. when his lips part slightly you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, tail swishing rapidly at the new sensation. his hands find a home on your hips, grasp strong as he pulls your hips down to meet his crotch in a gentle grind. you whimper slightly into the kiss as your clothed yet wet pussy rubbed against the tent forming in his loincloth. "jake.." you breathe as you retreat from his lips, hips moving at a rougher speed, his cock straining and begging to be released. "i know, babygirl... you look so fucking gorgeous" he whines out before ushering you to stand up, "off" he tugs at your loincloth in a hurried manner. you nod and quickly untie it from yourself, allowing it to fall as you step out of it. he grabs your thighs and pulls you so your pussy is now hovering in front of his mouth, slick visible and making him dizzy. "come here" he grumbles hungrily before attaching his tongue to your slit, gliding the muscle over your hole and finishing with a flick to your clit.

the whine that escapes your mouth is greedy, hole clenching around nothing. he chuckles at your noise before diving back in, tongue plunging into your hole and circling it, fingers leaving marks into your thighs. "jake" you moan, stabilizing yourself against the tree as your hips sporadically buck into him. he hums into your pussy, sending a vibration and shiver up your spine then coming back to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. your jaw slacks while your clit pulses between jake's lips, knot inside of you beginning to tighten. "jake jake- i'm gonna-" you gasp out, roughly bucking your hips in anticipation. he hums and nods between your legs, urging you to let go for him. "oh fuck!" you squeal, back arching while you cum then slouching after your high passes. he smiles and kisses along your thighs, pushing himself to stand up, "good, princess?" "sooo good" you smirk, moving to be flush against him. he moves so his mouth is situated beside your ear, breath leaving goosebumps along your neck, "do you want more of me?" he questions, guiding your hands to his bulge. you whimper and nod, tracing his shaft over the cloth. a sensual sigh leaves his lips before he guides you to lie on a patch of moss nearby, the plush plant surrounding your body delicately.

your chest heaves as you watch jake remove his loincloth, cock finally being released. jake was huge, and your eyes widened at the sight. he buzzed at your reaction, coming to kneel between your legs. "ready?" he hoists your legs up and around his waist while he aligns himself with your dripping entrance. "y-yes, please.." you gasp at the feeling of his tip pushing in, this small section of his cock seemingly stretching you out so much already. "big..." you whisper as he continues pushing in, your back arching slightly at the further stretch. "i know princess, just a bit more... you're just such a small girl, huh?" he finally bottoms out, his eyes fluttering shut from the vice grip your pussy has on him. your back arches from the kiss his tip gives your cervix, his length making you stretch. "tell me when i'm good to move, sweet girl, i know it's a lot for your little pussy.." he expresses with care yet underlying hints of taunting. "now.. fuck me jake" you say earnestly, aching for him to begin.

he smirks and pulls his hips back just to push in again, gaining a deep and consistent rhythm. he groans as your skin slaps together, cock being sucked in each time he pulls away slightly. his hands have a nice grasp on your waist, your nails digging into his biceps. "taking it so good, look at you, so pretty down there" he moans alongside you, your mind foggy as you stare at jake above you, your pussy squelching at each thrust. "this- this is so good, so good at this, jake" you whine and move one hand to yank your queue from underneath you, holding it up towards him, "let us seal it.." he nods breathlessly, swinging his from behind his back and letting it connect with yours. his thrusts never falter as you both observe the tendrils working their magic, intertwining and connecting you both even further. both of your grips on each other tighten at the feeling of the tsaheylu; bodies, spirits and minds fully united. "i love you, muntxatan" you breathe, now dilated pupils boring into his as your bodies lurch back and forth in unison. "i love you too, so much" he groans in a whispery tone, thrusts slower and rough now, slamming into you like there's no better feeling than this. "again- cum again-" you whine, legs flexing around his slim waist. "i'm with you, babygirl, gonna give you all my cum, all of it" he leans down to kiss you, sloppily yet sweetly. you kiss back as best you can as your orgasm rips through you, your pussy clenching and pulling his orgasm out of him in an instant. "holy fuckkkk..." he moans into your mouth as he releases into you, painting your walls as you gasp loudly at the feeling.

he pecks your lips again as he comes down from the high alongside you, your hands rubbing along his heaving chest. "i'm kinda glad i got left behind today" he chuckles and brushes his nose against yours. "hey! why?! i got so scared!" you smack his chest lightly, trying to hold back the smile creeping onto your face. "i see that smile coming.. show me" he smiles down at you and strokes your cheek with one hand, the smile now full on your face. "there we go, beautiful... now look, i'm glad because you came to find me and then all this happened, otherwise it could've been more months just pining over each other" you nod in agreement, giggle escaping, "well i guess i'm glad too, and i'm glad you're only bruised up and nothing more.." he hums in response and touches his lips to your forehead, letting them linger as you breathe in time with each other, now mated for life.

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fieldofdaisiies · 7 months

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azriel x eris | 2,4k words | warnings: none | masterlist

“Did you miss me? Is that why you are here again?” Eris drawls. Moonlight dances on the small lake behind him, and it also falls upon the heir to the Autumn Court, illuminating half of his handsome face, his long lashes drawing shadows upon his defined cheeks. His pale skin almost glows beneath the night sky, and a small smirk plays on his lips.

Azriel bristles at the sheer arrogance and takes a step toward the Autumn Court prince. But when he opens his mouth no words leave – he has nothing to say. He has no answer. Because he himself doesn’t know what he is actually doing here. Why he is here.

But he doesn’t need to talk, Eris does the job for him. “Or, are you on one of your little spying missions, spymaster?” Eris raises a taunting brow, nothing but haughtiness on his face.

Fog accompanies the moonlight on the lake, shadowy tendrils floating over the still water like dancing to a silent melody.

“I‘m only doing my job,” Azriel seethes and for a split second his gaze drops to Eris‘ lips.

Eris‘ eyes are hooded, following Azriel’s and a smirk appears on his lips. “You are thinking about it? This time at least give me a warning before you k—”

Azriel shoves at his chest, pushing Eris an inch backward. “Don‘t talk about it!” he snarls and since the heir to the Autumn Court annoys him greatly and makes his blood boil, he adds, “I’m here because we can’t trust you.”

That hurts. It really does. The pang of pain shooting into his heart makes Eris stagger another step backward. He has thought he has earned their trust, that he could rely on the Night Court and vice versa. But he was wrong. They are not allies yet, if they don’t trust. But will they ever trust him?

“And what do I have to do to earn your trust?” Eris moves closer again. So close the warmth of his body brushes Azriel’s and the spymaster involuntarily shudders.

“No longer be loyal to Beron.” Azriel has no better answer. This is all twisted and idiotic. He had come up with the idea of distrust. A false pretence. It isn’t the reason he is here, but he doesn’t know what is and he didn’t know what to tell Eris.

“Do you truly think I still support Beron?” Eris spits, voice dripping with disappointment and disdain. “You know what my plan is?”

“You haven’t followed through on it yet.” Azriel swallows thickly, the last few raindrops that land upon his skin feeling much heavier, the air despite being fresh much thicker. Tension is so thick, one could cut it with a knife.

“That doesn’t mean I‘m still loyal to him.”

Azriel says nothing, face veiled in cool indifference, not even his eyes give anything about the way he feels away. A mask he has perfected – that of casual nonchalance. One that Eris knows all too well.

“After everything he has done to my family, to me, do you really think—”

“What did he do to you?” Honest curiosity and also a hint of concern fills the shadowsinger‘s voice, his question coming so fast it interrupts Eris. All of a sudden, the spymaster’s chest feels so hollow.

Eris holds Azriel’s gaze, neither of them daring to look away. Or is it impossible for them to tear their gaze away from the other?

Whatever it is, their gazes stay locked, amd something blooms within their chests, making their hearts beat faster and their souls come—

But Eris doesn’t answer. He ignores the question. He can’t answer this right now. He can’t talk about it. Not with Azriel. Not with anyone. No one should ever know the details of how Beron treats him.

“I see you found my brothers‘ graves.” Not a question, but an observation. And a statement that should lead their conversation into a new direction.

Eris extends his hand, pointing at the weathered grave stones.

It almost seems as if Azriel’s shadows stretch out when the Autumn Court heir moves past him. Almost like they want to reach for him. Brush over his skin, bring Eris to Azriel. But Azriel keeps them close to him, his demand crystal clear: stay with me!

Azriel says nothing, he only watches how Eris opens his coat and then reaches inside. Azriel braces himself for everything, but he does not expect what is revealed to him.

Flowers. He doesn’t know the name of them. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Eris, who is believed to be cold and cruel, brings flowers to his late brothers‘ grave. And that even after centuries.

The spymaster steps aside, allowing Eris the necessary space, both physically and mentally.

Gently, the heir lays the flowers down on the damp soil and grass and then gets up and for a moment folds his hand over his heart.

“It is strange,” he murmurs. Slowly, he turns to look at the shadowsinger over his shoulder only to find Azriel already looking at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“How you can loathe and miss someone at the same time.”

Azriel can’t say the same about his own brothers – there is only resentment and pain when he thinks about them.

But there is someone else this description fits perfectly for, Azriel realises. He runs his gaze over Eris, watches the shallow rise and fall of the heir’s chest, how his lips are a little parted, his red hair glowing in the soft moonlight. But Eris turns away and Azriel is left with looking at the heir’s back. A powerful back, he has to admit – broad shoulders, a strong neck, and nothing but corded muscles that are even visible through his coat and the layers of clothes beneath.

“Do you have brothers, Shadowsinger?”

Azriel coughs once, hand held in front of his face. Then he clears his throat, taking a few steps forward, his shoulders the exact same height as Eris’, their bodies nearly touching.

“I do,” he eventually says. “I did.”

Eris‘ brows bunch and he turns to look at Azriel, silently regarding the male next to him for a moment. “Dead?”

“Mhm.” There is nothing nostalgic, not a single note of sadness in Azriel’s tone and it makes Eris wonder what could have happened to Azriel that makes him so nonchalant about his brothers‘ passing.

Azriel wants to provide more information. What they did to him. That he only feels hate in regard to them. But he can’t. Something hinders him from doing so. It would be strange to share your deepest, most haunting memories with your enemy, wouldn’t it?

“They weren’t…good brothers.” Azriel’s gaze moves over the gravestone once again and he wonders where Brack and Sconz are buried.

A cold huff leaves Eris and his gaze drops.

He looks at his polished boots, covered in grass and mud. The flowers atop the grave look beautiful, but everything else around it, lifeless. Sad. Dead.

“Azriel, I need to ask you something.”

A breeze brushes their skin, cooling the already chilly air and their cold bodies.

The tone in Eris‘ voice tells Azriel that his request is sincere, that there is now no room for banter.

“Go ahead.” Azriel keeps his voice low, and now for the first time regret truly fills him, seeping into his heart like poison. He told Eris they don’t trust him, lied about it, while Eris trusts him. Enough to not have called for sentries or warriors to come for him. The heir even arrived unarmed – that is how much trust he has in him. In the Night Court…

“Lucien.” Eris‘ voice is hoarse, breaks a little when he continues. “Do you know if he is…alright?”

“He is,” Azriel answers matter-of-factly. He actually doesn’t know, or rather doesn’t care about the fox‘s wellbeing, but he assumes he is alright.

“Is he happy? Does she make him happy? Could he find a family in her?” The questions pour out of Eris almost like a waterfall. “The High Lady’s sister I mean.”

Azriel once again has no answer. So, he stays calm for a moment. He blows out a breath, its tendrils curling in front of his face before fading into nothingness.

“Do you really care about him?” Azriel asks instead of answering.

He isn’t prepared for what happens next. Eris grips Azriel’s biceps tightly, turning to him, staring into his eyes. “There hasn’t been a single damn day where I haven’t cared about my little brother.”

Azriel holds his gaze. “Did you ever try to—?”

“Find him? Look for him? Find out if he is alright?” Eris tightens his hold on Azriel’s arm. “Many times. For years. Until I figured out it was too dangerous to continue.”

“Because of Tamlin?”

“Because of my damn father!” Eris’ voice drips with resentment, and is so much louder than intended.

His chest squeezes, icy cold breaking out under his skin, spreading like frost through his veins. His stomach dips. And all he can see is how his brothers held Lucien when his father cut off her head. Jesminda. Beautiful. Kind, and adventurous Jesminda. His brother‘s sole joy and happiness.

“Because he would have killed him if he found him again.”

A haze, bitter and thick, forms in Azriel’s mind, the picture of his own father’s face as clear as the water of a mountain stream in his mind. He feels angry, furious, cold and sad. And when all these emotions mingle inside of him, brewing beneath his skin, beneath the scars, he lets it out on Eris.

“And yet still you haven’t managed to kill him. You still sit here and pretend to be the wonderful, diligent son.” The spymaster’s voice is cold, tinged with an emotion Eris can’t quite place.

“What can I do?” Eris shoves forward as well, their foreheads now truly touching. Azriel notices how warm Eris‘ skin is despite the cold outside, but doesn’t allow himself to think further about.

“No longer be his puppet and finally grow some balls. Because it still makes me think that you maybe don’t want to put an end to this. That you like being his puppet – that you enjoy it and the reputation and glory it has earned you.”

Azriel’s breath tingles Eris‘ face. The heir can scent the light hue of spearmint, but he tamps down on all emotions – safe for the anger –, trying to ignore what Azriel’s sudden closeness does to him. To his body.

And Eris isn’t the only one feeling it. Something –some emotion– surges through Azriel, making his skin feel taut, hot. His lips are so close to Eris’. Only mere inches–

“You have no idea what it is like to have a father like Beron.” Eris is fuming, and burning with pain.

“I know more than you think,” Azriel seethes.

“Oh?” Eris raises a taunting brow. “Did your father see you for the bastard and asshole you are and got rid of you when you were still in your diapers?”

Eris is furious. Both at the confusing emotions inside of him and Azriel‘s rash accusation. He hasn’t meant for his words to come out like this or at least phrase them differently. But what is said is said and he can’t take back the words that cut deep into Azriel’s already wounded heart.

Azriel shoves against Eris‘ solid chest, pushing him away. “My father is none of your fucking business.”

Eris staggers backward, but there is a smug look on his face, eyes trailing over Azriel’s irate expression.

“Oh, so I was right?” he drawls, “seems like you have some issues with your own father, so don’t tell me how I should handle the situation with mine.”

There is nothing but arrogance is his swagger as he nears Azriel again and through gritted teeth he says, “Don‘t you fucking dare interfere with my life and how I do things. I know what I am doing. And I need the Night Court as an ally but what I don’t need is a fucking shadowsinger smartass to tell me how to manage my things.”

Azriel’s nostrils flare, Eris words hurting him more than they have ever done before…before…the incident with Briallyn. Before Eris’ time at the Night Court.

“I hate you so much!” Azriel‘s throat bobs as he swallows, eyes burning.

Eris chuckles coolly. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do,” Azriel seethes, teeth barred. “I fucking hate you, Eris Vanserra.”

Eris raises a brow, almost in a reproachful way.

“Why did you kiss me then?”

He sees the hand coming for him, but it is too late – Azriel‘s fist connects with his jaw and a loud crack sounds. Icy heat breaks out on the left side of his face, a metallic taste filling his mouth.

Somehow, Eris thinks, he deserves it. What he said…it reminds him…of the words his father uses. The words weren’t his own, they were borne from anger, from irritation (Azriel is extremely irritating to him) and from his own desperation.

Azriel voiced exactly what he has been thinking so often - what if he fails? What if he in the end can’t do it. What if he forever stays his father’s puppet.

Eris spits onto the in leaves and pebbles covered ground, saliva and blood now coating the surface. “Leave!” he snarls and it startles Azriel.

The shadowsinger has thought something would follow his punch. That Eris would hit him too. Would want to hurt him too.

He would deserve it. For what he said. But it is Eris‘ fault. Or isn’t it?

Both have said cruel things this evening, both have made mistakes.

And still Eris does nothing. He doesn’t punch back. He remains calm, unmoving.

“Leave, Azriel! Get out of my sight.”

The shadowsinger flares his wings, taking one step backward after the other. His wings start to flap, feet slowly leaving the ground.

A chill runs over the landscape, Eris‘ eyes burning holes into Azriel’s body and for a split second the spymaster thinks he can spot tears in them.

When he is almost gone, when he is almost a whisper between the stars, nothing more than a shadow on the horizon, Azriel opens his mouth and says, “I don’t know why I kissed you, Eris, but I know it was the biggest mistake in my life.”

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xyoonx · 7 months

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*shakes you* yandere Cael… yandere… Cael… Cael yandere… (combusts)

Knight in Shining Armour

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 ! 𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Whilst traversing across Godheim, the Little Painter befell upon many problems. Many disputes left her poor mind tainted, and she was on the brink of collapsing – then, the person she opposed held out a helping hand.

Little painter opened her eyes and greeted a new, peaceful day as the soft streams of light seeping through the curtains hit her face. Letting out a soft grumble, she rubbed her eyes and sat upon the soft mattress of the bed, sliding the quilt off her side. Yet another day rolled by in her life – a continous and mundane circle she could barely escape from.

Her mornings usually proceeded with getting ready, going downstairs to have breakfast, greeting her guardian Cael’s familiar face– wait, speaking of Cael: she vaguely recalled seeing him in her dreams the previous night

Cael, and his magnificent commander-like attire glowing under the moonlight. He was taking her away from a group of powerful mages, who were trying to hunt her down, and Cael saved her – or so she thought. “Don't trust them,” Cael said. “I'll protect you.”

The painter girl snapped back to reality upon realising that it was only a dream. Cael was simply her guardian, appointed to take care of her and help her grow into a successful individual.

Not to mention, he was appointed by the little painter’s mother herself – therefore, Cael was someone trustable and suitable for the given role. She shouldn't be having such frivolous fantasies regarding him; they sound ridiculous, amd Cael wouldn't perhaps approve of them either.

Little painter only proceeded to brush it off with a shrug and went downstairs. Surprisingly enough, she only noticed Beanie on the couch – curled up and sleeping without a worry in the world with no Cael in sight. Little painter let out a sigh, walking towards the couch to at least find some company from her cat. If Cael was there, he would've greeted little painter followed with a slight scolding of how she woke up without even taking proper care of her hair and appearance – but that remained undone, at least, without his presence.

“Where could he be?” Little painter mumbled, slumping down near Beanie and running her hand through its soft fur. She did remember Cael saying he had important “business” to handle, but surely whatever task he had related to the academy wouldn't take this long.

“Oh, well…” A gentle smile came upon the painter’s lips when Beanie began to purr gently in its sleep. “I hope he's safe.”

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The endless winter prevailed across the continent of Godheim, haunting each and every part like a cruel disaster – looting the land of its heartfelt vitality and vigor. Reports from the Magi Tower read that the numbers of Glacial Butterflies had increased, and so had the casualties as well. Numerous mages defected; the statistics of loyal soldiers plummeted in a night – and it was all because of the otherwordly Goddess. The Silver Knight had won; he took her away – rightfully snatched the Emperor’s bride away from right under their watch. Thus, the people knew they were doomed – Godheim would be no more than a blizzard, covered in cold, bone-shivering snow.

And Cael watched as the final futile attempt of a Daphnephoria ritual happened – where the people, who urged to live a life, struggled against their inevitable fate of doom; quite a sight to behold, honestly.

Cael watched them with a smirk; knowing that he was the one with an upper-hand. The land of Godheim would fall into despair – the inhabitants’ emotions eradicated and the land cleared off all sorts of threat against his mission. Their emotions harvested without mercy.

He also managed to protect his beloved little painter. Cael felt the edges of his mouth twitch upwards at the thought of her – for some reason, it seemed to him that, it didn't matter whether or not he lost or won his mission; he was happy, only because he took her away from their dirty hands.

Was that the right thing to do?

Of course, it was. They only wanted the painter dead; subdued for their own selfish desires, and Cael couldn't allow that. He only watched as the little painter befell upon many traps and burdens. She was either sacrificed, left to bleed on the bleak fields of snow, even brutally murdered, or even worse – and Cael could only watch, inspect the scene as his beloved one suffered, a pitiful scene to behold.

And, he finally was able to protect her, he managed to stir her away from giving away her precious life. Cael only smiled to himself as he witnessed the world around him slowly turn into a blur, and soon enough, static covered his surroundings – time and space manages to block his path; standing between him and the outcome he wished; perhaps fate didn't want that. Fate never worked in favour, it never did. The continent of Godheim would survive to see a happy ending, but not Cael. Perhaps he should try harder, or maybe in another parallel journey – where he'd continue to live on as the protector; the knight in shining armour for his beloved his little painter.

A/N: here you go, cressie, enjoy!! Sorry if it's a bit short and not to your liking. I kind of went on braindumping mode and just... Sadistic Cael ✨ /hj. Anyway, thank you for the request, love ya 🫶

#this feels like a brain dump honestly...#no beta read we die like those mages #lovebrush chronicles x reader #yandere lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles #cael anselm #cael x reader #yandere cael #‎ ‎ ‎ ✎‎ ‎ ‎ | yoon's projects ♡ ₊ ⊹

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weebsinstash · 9 months

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Ok! OK! Back to normal posts! Or at least normal for over here!

So I've been getting a lot of Hazbin and Helluva content in my YouTube feed recently and, as an interesting but also kind of disappointing fact, the way a Sinner dies directly influences how they appear in Hell. If you drown on a sinking ship like Baxter (scrapped side character who still has an enamel pin for some reason?), you might have an aquatic fishy look. Angel Dust died of a drug overdose, and he now has a prominent heart on his chest symbolizing the heart attack he died from

So, like. Obviously there are cool ideas on how maybe you could catch attention or appear down there, but, could you imagine how fucked you would be with like literally any yandere HH/HB character if you go down there very obviously dead from suicide. Platonic, romantic, sexual, it doesn't matter. You can't keep that shit secret

Charlie meets you and you're like a zebra with horizontal stripes and she thinks you just look so neat and interesting, and wow you're so sweet amd fun actually, what are you doing down here? And then she sees you have stripes going vertically down one or both of your forearms and she suddenly feels a little hope die inside of her because, what does it MEAN for someone like you to be in HELL for... suicide? That's not your fault! That's so sad! She would vow to be your new best friend and do her best to give you an amazing afterlife to make up for all the time you didn't get to have "up top"

Angel accidentally walks in on you changing and sees you have a heart on your chest and is in instant sibling mode because he knows the second Val sees that he'll go crazy for it since he loves that aesthetic (Also extra bad luck if you're chesty and the heart is like in between your boobs or like you know nestled in your cleavage or whatever because then you're getting forced into constant push-up bras) but, also, if you were an addict, that means you're vulnerable. For Val, that makes you a target, and for Angel that means you're probably miserable and spiraling like him and he doesn't want to see you go down the same roads he has

Alastor who meets a version of you that has a certain old timey kinda twang or is kinda theatrical and showtuney in your voice/mannerisms and maybe you glow a little and it's because you put your radio in the bathtub 💀 definitely don't let your extra special "platonic friend" find out you killed yourself from crippling loneliness, partially caused by not having a partner!

Valentino who sees you're literally blue-faced with a certain pattern around your neck and instantly knowing that this interesting little cutie he's curious about is an emotionally vulnerable mark. It won't be TOO hard to pour drinks down your throat and maybe lend you some of this joint until you're spilling all your intimate secrets, he figures

Blitz already has multiple instances of family trauma and feeling rejected and isolated, so how do you think he's gonna empathize if you're some.... yellow skinned aquatic demon who literally drank like a fish and died of liver failure/alcohol poisoning. The imp watching you get piss drunk all over again and bawling how you're a failure and no one will love you? You're crashing on his couch tonight cuz he doesn't wanna leave you alone. And also the next night. And the next. And the next.

Stolas certainly would be awfully sympathetic to a teen or adult child abused by their family and ending their life because of it, coming down to Hell with spots like a dalmatian or leopard from where you were beaten, and bright red on one specific patch of your hair from where you hit the ground after jumping from a great height

Annnnnnnd as a bonus, Asmodeus and a Darling with visible handprints on their neck who was choked to death during sex, so not only is he horribly protective of you as someone killed by a lover, the act of even being lovers something he considers pretty intimate and important, but also because you've now got these horrible sex related traumas and.... honey baby cutiepie, he's gotta fix all that if the two of you are gonna bone down something nasty. You're at least gonna let him cuddle, right 🥺

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere helluva boss #sinprompts

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azzys-secret-kink-blog · 2 years

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Abduction

CW: tmpreg, impregnation, alien pregnancy, birth

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Jesse awoke in a strange, unfamiliar room. There were bright white lights in the ceiling that had an ever so slight greenish hue to them. Glowing green markings covered the black tile walls and the floor appeared to be made out of the same black tile. He looked down and saw that he was on a sort of hospital-bed-like apparatus in the middle of the room. His wrists, ankles, and chest all had straps anchoring him to the bed. They were tight, but no so much that it was uncomfortable. The room was fairly warm, a relief, as Jesse was completely naked save for his boxers.

He sat there for a few minutes before he heard a whirring and a portion of the wall slid open and a person walked in. Well, not a person exactly. They were about six feet tall and vaguely humanoid, but that's where the similarities ended.

The being had bluish-green skin, five eyes on its head, and a large v-shaped mouth. Tentacle-like strands hung from their head like hair. They had a wide chest and muscular frame, but instead of hands they appeared to have a myriad of tentacles branching off from their forearms. They wore black clothing with green accents, a uniform maybe, and held a glowing tablet in one of their tentacle-hands.

A similarly tentacled tail reached around from behind them and tucked the tablet into a pocket in the back of their shirt. They walked up to Jesse and stared into their face with an almost curious look. Their eyes were a bright yellow with green slit pupils. Their lips parted ever so slightly to reveal gleaming sharp teeth, at which point Jesse began to panic. He had been fascinated at first, thought that maybe he was dreaming even, but now having seen this thing's teeth, he was afraid they were going to eat him. The being shut their mouth after seeing his reaction, and said something that sounded soft and reassuring, thought Jesse couldn't have been entirely sure, as the language was as unfamiliar as the room. The being walked around to the foot of the bed and undid the straps on Jesse's ankles and wrists, but left the one on his chest. He wondered what they would do to him. Would they eat him? Experiment on him? . . .

. . . Breed him?

The being worked off Jesse's boxers, much to his surprise, but he didn't want to resist. Once they had them off, they spread his legs and used one tentacle to gently stroke his inner thigh, working their way up to his dripping pussy. Once he was nice and wet, they gently pushed in a tentacle, exploring his hole thoroughly, Jesse moaning softly all the while, until it reached his cervix. It pushed in a few more tentacles and a thin one forced itself into his womb. It hurt for a second, but the pain subsided quickly and Jesse felt nothing but pleasure as the being probed deeper into his womb.

After a few minutes of them feeling around gently, they pulled their tentacles out of him, amd he looked up whimpering, begging the creature for more of their gentle touch. They stood and began to work their pants, opening a flap to reveal a long, prehensile tentacle below their waist that Jesse figured must have been a penis. The being climbed onto the table over him and gently put their dick into his pussy. They thrust slowly into him as he moaned in pleasure. A long yellow tongue slithered out of their mouth and into Jesse's, kissing him as they tenderly fucked him. Jesse came again and again as the being sped up, and for over an hour they fucked him silly, until finally the being came, releasing gushes of warm fluid into Jesse's aching womb. It spilled out of him, and the creature looked pleased with their work, until another look came over their face. Jesse couldn't quite figure out what this look was until he felt their dick shift as something pushed his hole a little wider. A round object plopped into his womb, but the bliss he felt took up more space than the concern for his growing belly.

The creature pumped egg after egg into him, until he couldn't hold any more in his distended belly. The creature dismounted him, a jet of fluid escaping Jesse's pussy. The being tucked away their dick and pulled out the tablet once again. Jesse was a big as someone six months pregnant, though his belly was somewhat lumpy and shifted with every move as the dozens of eggs inside slid against his walls and each other. He rubbed his belly, feeling the eggs inside, each about the size of a chicken egg.

The being rubbed his pregnant belly along with him, a soft smile on their face, as they tapped away at their tablet. From their back pocket they pulled a syringe full of orange liquid and poked it into Jesse's belly. He winced slightly, but he was used to needles, so he didn't really mind. As soon as the liquid was injected, he felt the eggs shift inside him again. The being disposed of the needle somewhere under the bed and put away the tablet again, using both hands to stroke Jesse's swollen belly. The feeling of the plethora of tentacles rubbing him so gently was soothing to him, and he almost fell asleep right there, if only something hadn't started in his womb.

He felt the eggs begin to expand inside him, his belly inching outward slowly. The being seemed excited, their eyes wide and focused on the growing belly before them. The eggs stretched Jesse's belly even further than he thought possible, until he looked well overdue, possibly with twins. He groaned as his belly surged forward and he felt the eggs inside shake. They were now about the size of baseballs.

Finally the eggs seemed to stop growing and Jesse breathed a sigh of relief. The expansion had felt absolutely amazing, but he wasn't sure how much more his poor belly could take. The eggs kept shifting and shaking, until he heard a crack inside of him. The creature, tentacled hands still on his belly, looked about ready to jump for joy at hearing the crack inside Jesse's belly. They looked on in awe as more cracks began, and the eggs inside of him hatched one by one.

Once all the eggs had hatched, the babies inside him began to squirm and writhe violently, and the creature let out a little squeal. The movement made Jesse dripping wet once again as he imagined all the babies inside him, and the alien creature that had put them there. He moaned as they kicked inside him, making his skin jump as it struggled to stretch over the squirming spawn in his womb. The being pulled a bin out from under the bed and placed it near Jesse's feet.

Suddenly, Jesse felt a tightness flash through his massive belly. But he wasn't ready to give birth yet, he was still enjoying the babies moving inside him!

Unfortunately the babies weren't having as much fun as he was, and they began kicking even harder as another contraction hit him. He had no water to break, but if he did, it would have broken by now. He felt his cervix widen as the being positioned themselves between his legs, ready to catch the babies once they emerged from his birth canal.

The first baby exited his womb, and Jesse cried out in pleasure as it spread him. Another quickly followed as the first one plopped out of his gaping pussy and into the tentacles of the creature. The baby had a body similar to that of a human baby, pudgy and round, but much smaller, and had tentacles and a tail just like its alien parent. They placed it gingerly into the bin as Jesse pushed out the next wriggling baby, and the next, and the next.

He labored and pushed for hours, cumming over and over as he gave birth to the alien spawn. It would slow down at times and give him a break from pushing, at which point he would whimper and rub his loosened pussy, begging for more.

Eventually, after giving birth to nearly fifty alien babies, the last one was placed into the bin as the creature that had sired them beamed. Jesse laid there in bliss for a moment before the being tapped him on the shoulder and held up the bin. All of the babies were inside, crawling around and climbing over each other as they wriggled and cooed. A tear fell from Jesse's eye. He had made those babies inside of him, and enjoyed every minute of it.

The being then took them out of the room, much to Jesse's disappointment, and returned a moment later with a robe, and undid the chest strap that held Jesse to the table. They handed him his boxers and helped him get into the robe. His body appeared to have completely recovered from the alien pregnancy, not even a stretch mark on his previously massive belly.

The being took him to another room, passing by a glass wall where the babies were being taken care of by machines, being washed and dressed in similar black clothes to the being that they came from, albeit much smaller. They guided him past the room after a few minutes of gazing at their babies and into another room with a disk in the middle of the floor. There was what looked to be a control panel in front of it, and the being motioned for Jesse to step onto the disk. He did, and a glow surrounded him, and the creature waved as he felt a rush of air and a strange sensation all over his body.

He blacked out, and woke up in his bed once again, with only the memory of his alien children and the being that had put them inside him.

He hoped that one day, they would take him again. And maybe this time they would keep him.

#rapid pregnancy #tmpreg #belly movement #mpreg #rapid preg #alien pregnancy #eggpreg #birth kink #preg kink #mpreg birth

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bingusbongu · 10 months

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Ok ok so hear me out-- romantic or platonic tadc jax x fem! reader-where the reader is kinda a meanie like him but more so in an oblivious feral way-like they just love pulling pranks & dont rlly think of the consequences of there actions ( idk if youve seen the show but just ignore this if not ggbgghfvgv but theyd remind me of max & nikki from camp camp-) cant wait to c what you do with this !! 🐇💜

Authors note: omg, this was an intresting request! This one ended out shorter than the other one, but i wanted to squeeze out another one for today! Sorry if its abit wonky! I hope this works!!! Thank you so much for requesting!

Jax × Fem! Prankster reader

○ when you first showed up in the circus, Jax could really care less about you. He really only thought of you as another didgital meatbag that he could try to push around, figuring that you wpuld either end up shy like gangle, or a mom friend like ragatha

○ what he didnt expect was you being the one pranking him first

○ it hadnt even been a day since youve been in the digital world, and you already stole and hid all his keys for him to find himself, which was tough mind him, the circus was a huge place, and you managed to hide them in places he never even thought of

○ at first, he would be annoyed with you, when you sometimes made snarky comments to him, like his appearance, calling him the 'bun boy' which got on his nerves

○ though, once he sees you pranking the others, almost out doing his own pranks. Like putting more than one centipede in Ragathas room, writing a fake document for Pomni, like an old record of the circus and make her go on this wild goose chase, etc.

○ he got a good laugh out of it

○ one time, you attempted to prank Caine, and nearly sucessed at it, befoe you were caught ad trapped in time out, and no one liks time out

○ and befoe you knew it, Jax wooshed in and found a way to release you from your prison

○ "i didn't do it because i like you, i did it because i need a good laugh"

Platonic

○ Jax got intrigued by you, and eventually started up a prank war, going againts eachother and seeing who can pull off the funnist prank, either on someone else or on the other competitor

○ you always found a way to out do him, which annoyed Jax, but in the end youd both get a punishment and it was worth it. You two just laughed a storm right after

○ after that, Jax and you became close friends. Hardly seen around without one hanging around the other. It was annoying to everyone else, because wherever you two went, chaos followed

○ you were a frightening duo lemme say that

○ he unironically finds you funny, especially when your making comments to one of the othed characters

○ you and Jax would do pranks together, though you were the one who took it farther sometimes, abd usually faced the harder punishments, but Jax always would come aroubd and free you so you werent waiting to long

○ def uses his keys to get into your room when he is bored just so you two can plan your next prank plan

○ no one likes you two but you guys could hardly care

○ once he realized how oblivous you were to when someone asked why you were so mean, amd you were like, "huh????" he made it his duety to keep you that way so he could actually have a friend (he needs one)

Romantic

○ it would still be the same, with the pranking, but instead it would be more like dates. You two would hold hands if he allowed, and watch tge entire circus glow ablaze with smiles on your faces

○ would call you 'doll' as your nickname, he really just does it to tease you

○ definitely takes you outside the tent to plan a trap for whoever walks outside next, and you two would just sit outside and watch and wait

○ jax likes seeing how your face lights up when one of your guys's plans go off, especially if it was one he planned. It makes him all proud.

○ Jax isnt the type to really care about what happens to others, but he cant help but admire how unafraid you are to take your pranks to anothsr step. He likes that about you, but he would be dead before he ever admitted that

○ when im private, will let you sit in his lap as you two plan. He would complain about it at first, but he really dosnt mind

○ i think he would be touch-starved, after being in the circus for who knows how long.

○ All you need to do is put your hand around his cheek and speak softly to him for Jax to immediately agree with you

○ watches you closely, just to make sure you donf get into trouble with caine while he is doing something else (will save you regardless)

○ now that you are together, Jax always has plans on how to get you out of caines punishments. Almost exactly when it happens, he is freeing you and running away with you close behind

○ jokes about you being a damsel in distress

○ he lets you use his keys, to get into other people rooms, he likes to snoop, and if you like to snoop, it makes ut even better to have a snooping partner

○ you two share all the gossip in the tent istg

○ youre one of the first people he actually likes in this place, so expect him to go wherever you go, youre not getting him off of you

○ points out flaws in your plans and helps you with making a better, fullproof one

○ never admits it, but he admires and loves your personality. Just like him! But not the same gender, and with a few more extra steps

○ again, everyone hates your duo, but you two are inseparable

#jax x reader #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #reader insert #x reader #Chatic duo #tadc jax

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