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hi! i’m Ina. you can also call me axii. i’m 19 and go by she/her pronouns. I moved here from another account.
status: active
inbox: open for asks/thirsts
- RULES☆
be respectful to me and others
check my character list before sending asks.
if you're a minor you can only read the fluff and angst.
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DNI if you are: proshipper, LGBTQIA-phobic, anti-neopronounse, pedopile, racist, sexist, ableist, xenophobic
- WRITING & REQUESTS ☆
topics i WILL NOT write: pedophilia, sexual assault (non-con), necrophilia, ddlg, LGBTQIA-phobia, racism, ableism, incest, mpreg, heavy bdsm, piss play, fear play (gun, knife play)
SFW topics i will write: fluff, angst, character x oc, character x reader, neurodivergent character/reader, headcanons, hurt and comfort, unrequited love, AUs, character/reader death, mental illness, comfort fics, platonic, family etc
NSFW topics i WILL write: dom!reader, switch!reader, sub!reader, pegging, bondage, choking, size difference, character x oc, character x reader, gn!reader, fem!reader, afab!reader (i’m sorry but i can’t write amab!reader), sensory deprivation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, crossdressing, etc
if you’re unsure, just ask!
I WRITE FOR:
genshin impact
arcane
fnaf (mainly security breach)
eldarya
final fantasy VII
haikyuu
jujutsu kaisen
tears of themis
the arcana
the witcher (books, games, tv series)
hunger games (also the ballade of songbirds and snakes)
the umbrella academy
heartstopper
Call of Duty
stardew valley
Baldur's gate 3
house of the dragon
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my first language is not English, so there may be some mistakes. i apologize for all of them. if it bothers you, please leave this blog
My works are based on my interpretation of the characters and their personalities. They’re not always 100% consistent with canon
if you are against minority groups; this includes but is limited to: the LGBTQ+ community, poc, disabled persons. Leave.
For female/afab characters, I only write platonic and romantic (sfw only). I'm not comfortable with writing nsfw works with female characters, sorry
Each teenage character will be aged up.
on this blog will also be a shitpost about literally everything. if it bothers you, please leave
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🌚Hello! I am a 24 year old female in search of some new rp partners for mpreg plots! (18+ only please. No minors) I usually like longer stories with characters developing/changing/growing etc. I love to make plots with my partner, as well as share fandom memes, videos, and more. I always love getting to talk out of chat as well.
NSFW very very welcome but not entirely necessary
My preferred genres and ‘tags’ are, hurt comfort, whump, and always angst.
My triggers/ no-no’s are BDSM, incest, rape/non-con, self harm, harm toward children, infantilism, feet, or pedophilia. (this being said I do not mind rp’ing teenagers if the SO is also a teen)
I do prefer to be the carrier in mpreg storylines but if you would like to do multiple I am perfectly comfortable being the one not pregnant.
My fandoms
Voltron I rp: Keith~ ships: Keith/Lance
Rise of the Guardians/ HTTYD~ I rp: Jack Frost~ Ships: Jack Frost/ Hiccup, Jack/Bunny
Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus~ I rp: Leo Valdez~ Ships: Leo/Nico, Leo/Percy, Leo/Jason, Leo/Frank
Miraculous Ladybug~ I rp: Adrien~ Ships: Adrien/Luca, Adrien/Marinette
Marvel (Comics & MCU)~ I rp: Loki mostly~ Ships: er... all but siblings.
Avatar the last Airbender~I rp: Zuko~ Ships: Zuko/Sokka, Zuko/Jet
Blue Exorcist~ I rp: Rin~ Ships: Rin/ Shima, Rin/Sugaro
TMNT~ I rp: Raphael~ Ships: Raph/Casey
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss~ I rp: Angel Dust~ Ships: Angel/Alastor, Angel/Husk, Angel/Lucifer
Harry Potter~ I rp: Draco, Regulus~ Ships: Draco/Harry, Draco/Fred, Regulus/James
Arcane~ I rp: Viktor~ Ships: Viktor/Jayce
The Legend of Vox Machina~ I rp: Percy (Percival de Rolo)~ Ships: Percy/Vax, Percy/Vex
Encanto~ I rp: Camilo~ Ships: Anybody but family
Red White and Royal Blue~ I rp, Alex or Henry~ Ships: Alex/Henry
Carry On Series~ I rp: Baz~ Ships: Baz/Simon
The Magnus Archives~ I rp: Martin or Jon~ Ships: Martin/Jon
I am also willing to ship with any OC’s (other than the last three)
If none of the fandoms appeal I am also willing to make our own stories with OC’s. I love fantasy, modern fantasy, Sci-Fi, supernatural worlds or elements and some historical, though I will admit I’m not the best at those. I don’t much care for non fiction or modern. College AU’s are 50/50.
Time. I try to reply daily but I do work a few jobs and I will of course extend this courtesy to you.
I think that’s everything I can think of. I’m excited to begin. Please leave a like on the post and I’ll get to you asap! 🌚
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The Fae Prince (part 1)
(Implied noncon, medical, mpreg, man with vagina, fantasy)
The air was crisp and cool, the leaves crunching underfoot as the hunting party trekked through the dense forest. Their leader, a stern and battle-hardened woman with a mane of unruly hair, scanned the surroundings with a practiced eye. She was searching for any sign of the magical fae that had been wreaking havoc on their kingdom's borders. The stories of the fae prince were legendary amongst the hunters, and they all longed for the chance to capture him.
A scout had eyed him, saying he was just around this bend.
The guard sent a few men in with direction. They had him cornered.
"Show yourself, fae!" the leader shouted, her voice echoing through the trees. There was a rustle, and in a matter of seconds, the guards had tackled the creature, wrapping him in chains.
The faery prince struggled against his captors, but it was no use. He glared at them with eyes that glowed like emeralds, his wings thrashing wildly against the ground. His golden hair spilled across the damp leaves, and his delicate features were marred by anger and fear. "Let me go!" he demanded.
The leader of the hunting party approached him slowly, her sword sheathed but her hand resting on its hilt. "Your time as a free creature is over, fae," she said coldly. "You have caused too much destruction and pain." She gestured to the other guards, and they began to drag the prince away through the forest.
As they marched him back to the castle, the faery prince struggled against his captors, his strength seemingly inhuman despite his delicate appearance. The guards were impressed and wary, for they had heard tales of the fae's incredible powers.
Still, without incident, he was brought to the castle and into the throne room, before the king and queen.
"So, you are the infamous faery prince," the king said, his voice cold and unyielding. "You have caused so much chaos and heartache in our kingdom. Tell us, why?"
The prince glared at them, his emerald eyes flashing. "I sought only to protect my own," he said defiantly. "Our lands have been encroached upon, our people hunted and killed. I sought only to defend us."
“Likely story,” the king scolds. “Let the royal scholars and scientists study him, we have yet to see a faery so close.”
The faery prince is brought to a laboratory deep within the castle. The room is illuminated by flickering candles and lit by arcane light sources, casting strange shadows on the walls. A team of scientists and magicians, garbed in flowing white medical robes, await his arrival.
The prince is bound to a large stone table, his chains clinking softly as he struggles against them. The scientists begin to examine him, carefully measuring his height, weight, and wing span. They prod and poke at his delicate features, noting the iridescent quality of his dark brown and purple hair and the hue of his eyes. One of the magicians studies the intricate pattern of veins that weave through his wings, fascinated by their grace and strength.
“Let us begin a more.. thorough study,” one of the scholars suggests, gesturing to the princes robes.
Another scholar quickly removes the prince's tunic, revealing a firm, toned chest adorned with delicate, tiny gems. The prince arches his back, his muscles tensing as he struggles against the restraints. One of the scientists studies the gemstones, taking notes and swabs for further analysis.
The prince’s trousers are carefully cut from his body.
The scientists are now treated to a sight that few mortals have ever laid eyes upon: the faery prince is completely naked before them. His skin is pale and smooth, like the finest porcelain, with a faint, iridescent sheen that shifts with each movement. His muscles ripple and flex as he struggles against the restraints, and his wings spread wide to their full span, casting shadows across the room.
One scholar, an elderly woman with a sharp tongue and even sharper wit, studied the prince's genitalia with particular interest. "Hmm," she muttered, adjusting her spectacles. "Fascinating." She pointed at the prince's groin. "You see here? This is where we might find the source of your power. Your 'fae princess' as it were." She smiled slyly, enjoying the shocked expressions on the faces of the other scholars.
There, before them, was a prince… and yet, he had what seemed like a tiny penis and a beautiful vagina.
"How curious," another scholar mused.
The prince struggled against his bonds, his eyes burning with hatred. "You have no idea what you're dealing with," he spat.
The elderly woman leaned in closer, fingers tracing dangerously close to his groin. “I wonder…”
The other scientists and magicians gathered around, their curiosity piqued. The faery prince growled, struggling against his bonds. His strength was superhuman, but they had him well bound.
The elderly woman continued to study the prince's genitalia, her fingers tracing lightly over his skin. "This is most fascinating," she murmured. "Your penis is almost nonexistent. It might as well be a large female clitoris.”
One of the younger scholars, a man with a long beard and piercing blue eyes, leaned in closer. "Indeed. And your vagina is quite well-formed. It seems that you are not as male as we once believed."
The elderly woman nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's quite fascinating. It's almost as if you are a hermaphrodite, possessing both male and female reproductive organs." She glanced up at the prince, her eyes narrowing. "I wonder how this affects your mating habits."
“With a penis that small, surely he cannot inseminate a female faery,” one scholar scoffs.
The elderly woman raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps not," she hesitated. "But then, you are not a traditional male, are you?" She glanced at the other scholars, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perhaps it is the vagina that possesses the power. Perhaps you are the one who needs to be inseminated."
The prince's eyes widened in horror, his struggling becoming more frantic. "You don't understand," he gasped out between ragged breaths. "You are playing with fire!”
The elderly woman merely smiled, unmoved by his desperation. "Oh, but I think we do understand," she said calmly. "And we are not afraid of the fire.”
The prince's struggles grow more frantic as he realizes that they are not merely studying him, but discussing his fate as if he were a mere object..
The elderly woman smiled cruelly, enjoying the prince's desperation. "Very well," she said, her voice like ice. "If you insist. We shall need a volunteer, of course. Someone brave enough to face the consequences of touching you." She paused, her eyes flickering meaningfully around the room.
The younger scholar with the long beard stepped forward hesitantly. "I-I'll do it," he stammered. "I mean, for science." He swallowed nervously, trying to steady his trembling hands as he approached the prince. "I-I'll just... touch your vagina. To see if it's as... powerful as you say."
The elderly woman nodded approvingly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Very well, Doctor..." She gestured for him to continue.
The scholar tentatively placed his hand on the prince's hip, feeling the warmth radiating through the pale skin. His fingers trembled as he traced downward, brushing against the soft folds of the vagina. The prince's body tensed, his back arching away from the touch, but the bonds held fast. The scholar's heart raced, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was doing.
As he continued to explore, he noticed that the skin of the prince's vagina was smooth and unblemished, unlike any human female he had ever seen. It pulsed gently under his touch, responding to his every movement. The elderly woman leaned in closer, her eyes fixed on the scholar's every move, her expression a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.
The scholar's fingers traced delicately along the sensitive folds, feeling the warmth emanating from within. Slowly, carefully, he slid his finger deeper inside, feeling the soft, wet heat engulf him.
The prince's body convulsed, his back arching violently as he let out a guttural cry. "No! Stop it!" But the scholar was lost in the sensation, the forbidden pleasure washing over him.
The elderly woman's eyes widened with interest, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Fascinating," she breathed. "It seems that the vagina is indeed powerful. Perhaps it's more than just a receptacle for sperm." She glanced over at the younger scholars, their faces flushed with excitement and fear. "It appears we have much to learn about the nature of this creature."
The scholar's fingers continued to move within the prince, exploring every inch of the smooth, warm flesh. He felt a strange pulsing sensation, as if the prince's very being was responding to his touch. Something was embedded in the top side of his vagina.
The elderly woman leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the scholar's face. "What do you feel?" she asked, her voice hushed with anticipation.
The scholar swallowed hard, his fingers still buried within the prince's vagina. "I... I feel... something hard and round, inside," he managed to say. "Like a... like a pearl."
The elderly woman's eyes lit up with interest. "A pearl?" she mused. "Fascinating. Perhaps it's some sort of organ that aids in the production of this... power. Remove it, Doctor. Quickly and carefully."
“I can’t, it’s lodged in…”
The elderly scholar shoved him away, reaching into the vaginal canal herself.
The younger scholar stumbled back, shocked by the woman's sudden violence. He watched as her fingers probed deeper, searching for the elusive object. It was no use. No matter how much she poked and pulled, it wouldn’t free itself.
Finally, she withdrew her hands with a sigh of frustration. "It appears to be lodged in place," she said, her voice betraying her annoyance. "We shouldn’t just cut it out without knowing what it does.”
The younger scholar bit his lip, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment. He glanced at the prince, who was still struggling against his bonds, his face contorted in pain. The elderly woman, however, seemed undeterred. "We'll need to find another way to study this further," she mused. "Perhaps if we observe the prince's behavior more closely, we can discern some pattern or function of the pearl."
“Perhaps it’s time to simulate intercourse. Do we still have the machine we were experimenting with?”
The younger scholar nodded, recalling the device they had built as part of their research. It was a mechanical arm with a fake penis attached, designed to mimic the motions of copulation. They had used it on several other captives before, but never with such a delicate and mysterious subject as the prince.
The decision was unanimous. With help from the royal guards, they positioned the prince onto the seat of the machine, leaning back like a bride on her wedding night. “It’s funny how much he looks like a female like this,” muses the younger scholar.
The elderly woman chuckles darkly, her gaze fixed on the control panel. "Yes, well, let's see how he fares with a bit more... stimulation." She flips a switch, and the mechanical arm begins to move, the silicone cock moving up and into position, teasing the entrance of the Prince.
“I’m a virgin!” The Prince cries out raggedly, anxious to get free.
The elderly woman gives him a cool look. "I know. But I suspect that this pearl inside of you has been altered somehow. Perhaps it's designed to react differently in the presence of another male. We'll see." She leans forward, her fingers dancing across the control panel.
With a click, the machine begins to move slowly, mimicking the gentle first thrust of intercourse. The younger scholar watches with bated breath as the mechanical cock penetrates the Prince, its cold, silicone surface rubbing against the pearl lodged inside. The Prince cries out in pain and pleasure, his body arching against the restraints.
The elderly woman adjusts a dial, increasing the speed of the machine. The mechanical arm thrusts forward, driving the cock deeper into the Prince, the pearl rubbing against his inner walls with each thrust. The younger scholar can see the Prince's chest heaving as he struggles against his bonds, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The elderly woman watches the Prince intently, her eyes darting between the controls and the Prince's reactions. After several minutes of this, she slows the machine down once more, allowing it to rock gently back and forth. The Prince gasps and moans, his body arching with pleasure despite himself.
The elderly scholar makes the arm retract completely, slick with faery cum.
"Well, it certainly seems to have heightened his arousal," she says, stepping forward again with a gloved hand. She reaches inside, feeling the pearl. “It’s still lodged, but it seems closer to the vulva somehow.”
The younger scholar frowns, puzzled. "Do you think it's changing shape or something?"
"Perhaps," the elderly woman says with a nod. "Or maybe it's a way for the mate to control him,” she smiles wickedly as the prince struggles. “That’s it, isn’t it?”
The prince was whimpering in a way none of them ever heard before as she teased the pearl repeatedly, feeling it move down, down… closer and closer to where it was meant to be. His hips bucked, seeking release, but the restraints held fast. The younger scholar looked on in fascination, his breath caught in his throat.
Plop. It dropped into his tiny, clitoral-size penis.
The elderly scholar looked at the control panel, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Well, shall we see what happens now?"
With a click of the mouse, the machine began to move once more. The silicone rose to the prince’s entrance, thrusting in once more.
The fae responded, crying out as the pearl inside his clitoris glowed.
The younger scholar watched, fascinated, as the machine rocked back and forth. The prince's body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles tense as he fought against his bonds. The elderly woman leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the control panel, adjusting the speed and angle of the mechanical cock with practiced ease.
“What if we…” she plays with the pannel again, a new nub appearing at the side. She adds something that looks like a small silicone cup, placing it over the pearled clitoris.
The Prince cries out as the device envelops his member, the new nub teasing his perineum. The elderly scholar adjusts the controls again, making the cup vibrate. The Prince's hips buck wildly, his body arching off the table as he's wracked with pleasure. The younger scholar watches, fascinated, as the elderly woman expertly manipulates the machine, driving the Prince to heights of ecstasy he's never experienced before.
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