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“oh god yeah, keep doing that…” he breathes, “you know just what your master likes, don’t you? fuck, i’m so hard...just look at what you do to me, little dove.” He flexes his cock to emphasize, jolting you a bit with it as it jumps. “now, be good for me and start pushing your hand inside...i want to feel you inside and out.”
Axe puts his cute little human to work.
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- Part 2 of Axe x Reader series
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Sans gets a strange late night visitor, and invites them inside his home totally out of the kindness of his soul and certainly not to have them for dinner. Only a man-eating monster would do that.
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- Part 2 of Sans the Dragon
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POV self indulgence. Horrortale AU. Reader is female because I wrote this for myself. Reader is small and gives in easily because of reasons. Could be they are small, or monsters are just huge, it doesn’t matter. It just is, so don’t think too hard about it!
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- Part 1 of Axe x Reader series
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Dragon AU of some kind. Purely self indulgent crap. Sans is a (lazy) dragon that spends most of his time guarding his treasure hoard (sleeping). I mean, why go out when free food is so willing to come to you?
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- Part 1 of Sans the Dragon
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Stan meets a stranger. Or does he?
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“Don’t jerk off too hard thinkin’ about yourself, Sixer. You might break a hip.”
Low-hanging fruit, sure, but a guaranteed reaction. Normally, Ford would’ve fired back with something sharp about Stan being immature, or at least rolled his eyes.
Instead, Ford froze mid-step, his face twitching with something that wasn’t quite embarrassment but wasn’t anger either. He stammered, eyes flicking everywhere but at Stan. Then, without a word, he disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Stan stood there, scratching his head. “Huh,” he muttered to himself. “That’s new.”
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Eryngium maritimum. Ford’s voice was a ghost in his mind, the phantom weight of a lecture pressing on his thoughts. Precision matters, Stanley. That gentle correction, always softened by a hint of affection, was a hallmark of their relationship. But precision didn’t matter now.
He was only interested in why the hell he was coughing up flowers.
Again.
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“It was timed. Practiced. Sunset. Dessert. I had a line, Stanley.”
Stan snorted, trying to keep his own voice casual, though something low and coiled was shifting in his gut. “What, like a toast? Confessing you’re a spy? A vampire? What?”
“I was going to tell you I love you.”
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“The longing in your heart, buried under bravado. Mortals have always spun tales of forbidden lust, you know. Princes who loved their knights, clerics who loved their gods… Even men who loved a brother more fiercely than they should.” She tilted her head, considering him. “You’re hardly the first.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree.”
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Stealing divine artifacts has consequences. So does wanting your brother more than you should.