#ace!reader

[duckymcdoorknob]

Just some tasty self indulgence bc I need it tonight

No cw below the cut, just tighnari reassuring his ace partner 😍

“I can hear you brooding from the study.” Your boyfriend’s teasing voice suddenly fills your ears. Glancing up at the open door, you see Tighnari leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “What are you not telling me?”

“S’nothing, Tighnari.” You murmur in reply, burying your head into your pillow.

“Hey…” he says gently, quickly moving over to sit down next to you on your shared bed. “Is it alright for me to touch you right now?”

You shrink in on yourself, indicating a tinge of hesitation. After a while, you blow out an exhale and nod.

Your boyfriend wordlessly lays down next to you, carefully placing a hand on the small of your back. “Rosebud, what’s going on?”

No words escape, leaving the two of you in a deadly-silent room. You stare ahead at the wall for a few minutes before finally speaking. You ask with a quiet hesitation: “Tighnari… are you sure you want to be with me?”

His face screws into a look of concern. “(Y/N)-“ he places another hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn over and look at him. “Oh sweetheart…” he pulls you in close, cradling your head. “Why would you ever doubt?”

“I was once told that I would never get a partner because of who I am…” you murmur, sniffling a bit as tears start to pool in your eyes. “I wouldn’t be able to ‘fulfill my duties as a partner’, and I’d never make a good betrothed.”

“Sweet pea, I don’t know what you mean.” your boyfriend replies honestly.

You lift your head and match his gaze. Your glossy eyes, with tears flowing down your cheeks, meet his aquamarine colored irises. “Tighnari, we will likely never have sex. Are you positive that you’re okay with that?”

Another wordless moment occurs as your boyfriend smiles at you, wiping your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m completely okay with you being asexual, if that’s what you’re asking, (Y/N).”

“But-“

“No buts.” he holds the sides of your face and plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead. “I don’t need sex in my life if it means I won’t have a partner as incredible as you. It is absolutely unimportant to me as to whether or not we have intercourse, and I certainly don’t feel like you’re neglecting me, or neglecting whatever these ‘partnerly duties’ are. Do you hear me?”

You nod as you let your head fall into his chest, sobbing softly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t expect anything from you. Sex is the furthest thing on my mind right now. And while I do think you’re absolutely, painstakingly gorgeous, you’ve expressed how you don’t have any sexual desires, and I’ve made it my goal to respect that.” Tighnari runs his fingers through your hair as he explains. “So no, I won’t ever dream of leaving you, nor do I ever want you to leave me. You fulfill any worldly desire I could ever have, so why would I make you suffer to fill one more?”

“But i-isn’t it my job as your p-partner? T-To fulfill your needs?” You whimper, unmoving.

“No, rosebud.” He replies, gently tracing his fingertips over your back. “Not if it makes you uncomfortable. So I don’t care who told you that you were weird and not normal, I don’t care who said that nobody would want you because you’re asexual, I just don’t care about them. I’m here to tell you that I care about you. We do not need to have sex to be close with each other.”

He hugs you closer to him once more, squeezing tightly as his tail wraps around your back. “What I’m trying to say is: I love you, and we don’t need to have sex to prove that.”

As you continue to sob, Tighnari holds you wordlessly, running his fingers through your hair. He carefully leans backwards on the bed, still holding you close to his chest. “I love you, (Y/N).” He whispers, kissing the crown of your head.

“I-I love you t-too, Tighnari,” you reply, mirroring his tone.

A commodity of shared silence is emitted between the two of you. As you slowly calm down, Tighnari never lets you go. Eventually, your stress leaves your body and you finally fall asleep.

Your boyfriend looks down at you and smiles.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#genshin #genshin impact #gi #Genshin tighnari #Genshin impact tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #tighnari comfort #Genshin x reader #genshin imagines #Genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #asexual!reader #ace!reader #a #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #tighnari Genshin x reader #gi x reader #gi imagine

[daydream-cement]

hii! i'm not sure if you'll be okay with this but may i ask for a larissa x ace! reader who loves physical intimacy with larissa? idk what setting it should be but there's cuddles, kisses, caresses. just reader basking in her girlfriend's presence. only if it's alright with you. thank you!

Puzzle Night

Larissa Weems x Ace!Reader

Authors Note: GAHH this was so cute! Thank you for requesting this anon!! It's just a short lil fic.

Larissa sat on the floor in front of you as you sat on the couch. She was hunched over the coffee table, eyes scanning puzzle pieces before her. Her body was settled between your legs, humming to herself every few moments when she fit two pieces together.

Sitting up, you admired Larissa in her relaxed state: hair down, make-up off, pajama clad. You smirk to yourself and scoot forward, leaning over her to look over the puzzle to find a match. Within a few seconds you find a piece with words that connected to another, you set the piece in place and lean back on the couch once more, "I've done my part."

"Oh, thank you so very much." Larissa's voice was dripping with sarcasm as she reclined back between your legs, head leaning back to look at you.

"I'm a helper. What can I say?" You return the joking sarcasm with a smirk and a kiss on Larissa's forehead. Larissa's hands move up into your hair, keeping you bent over near her face. She pulled you down a few inches so she could press a kiss to your lips. It was these little moments with her that had made falling in love with her so easy in the first place.

Once you part, Larissa keeps your face nearby as she whispers, "Sit down here with me?"

How could you say no to that?

You move away from Larissa and she pushes the coffee table away, gesturing to you to sit between her legs. You take your place between her legs and pull the coffee table closer, now able to take a closer look at the pieces. Larissa took this opportunity to take a break from the puzzle to pay a little more attention to you.

Her arms loop around your middle and she buries her face into the crook of your neck with a content sigh. Rocking back and forth ever so slightly, Larissa closes her eyes and enjoys the physical content as you place the pieces together.

Larissa remains snuggled up to you for 10 minutes before she presses a kiss to your neck and turns her attention back to the puzzle. One of her arms remains around your waist, holding you close to her as she tries to finish a small section of a red barn.

You grow tired of the puzzle after an hour and recline back into Larissa's arms to rest your eyes for a moment. Larissa maintains her focus on the puzzle, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting her cheek against your forehead.

From the point in which you started seeing Larissa to the point in which you came out as asexual, Larissa was always ready to provide you with the physical intimacy that you loved without ever crossing your boundaries. She was always your safe space.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #fanfic #larissa weems x reader #oneshot #larissa weems fluff #ace!reader #gwen christie #principal larissa weems #principal weems #principal weems x reader

[kentocidal]

im so tired. dazai and ace gn reader just kissing and being sappy asf. i trust u

users: qpp!osamu dazai x ace!gn!reader

internal warnings: this is written as a qpp relationship, but reader’s discretion. no warnings; fluff, brief alcohol usage, mention of smoking (barely), kissing n cuddling

internal notes: banging my fists on the table. I! LOVE! QPP! SMOOCHING!

you took in a deep breath as you shoved your way through the front door and pushed your shoes and jacket off.

no, it wasn’t your place. but you made yourself right at home, dropping your jacket on the floor and dragging your feet into some slippers that didn’t belong to you. you wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer as you heard chuckling from the living room.

“would’ve been nice of you to call, you know.”

“i live here. shut up.” you rolled your eyes, popping the beer can open and finally turning to look at the actual resident of the place you so rudely barged into.

dazai was smiling lazily at you, sipping his own beer, clearly lounging during a rare night in. you, however, did not have that luxury; kunikida kept you behind to clean up one of dazai’s messes.

“you’re a real jackass.”

“and yet, you’re here in my apartment. how interesting is that!” he laughed again, tilting his head as you moved to sit next to him on the couch and deflate like a punctured beach ball.

“your place was closer than mine. i didn’t want to walk home.”

“you had kunikida drop you off.”

“i had kunikida drop me off.” you took a swig of your beer and made a face. “couldn’t even get better beer? this is shit.”

“didn’t know you were coming, your highness. will you ever forgive me?”

“i’m mad at you,” you stated, but it came out more like you were remembering that you were supposed to be mad rather than actually being mad. you yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, and dazai sat up to reach toward the coffee table and use the remote to shut the television off.

“you look exhausted.”

“wow, thanks.” you shot dazai a look, and he just smiled a bit and shrugged with one shoulder.

“just making an observation.”

he kept his mouth shut for just a moment and let you sip your shitty beer, and then put it down. you sat back again in his couch, turning your head to look at him.

dazai pushed some of his hair back from his face as he shifted us position, resting his upper back against the armrest and bringing one of his legs up onto the couch cushions. he hummed as he opened his arms to you, “c’mon. you look like you need a little something.”

you let out a tiny breath, almost of relief, kicking your slippers off to move and crawl over him.

dazai understood you. you had no drive for romance, not wanting any form of relationship, really, but the need for human connection was always there. dazai had understood from the moment you said it.

you rested your weight on him, feeling his arms wrap around you with practiced ease. his one hand moved to your chin and guided your face towards his. you let your eyes flutter shut as your lips gently met his. he tasted like menthol and peppermint. maybe he did know you were coming over. he was always intuitive.

he kissed you so gently, almost sweetly, but it was more an expression of human connection. it made you feel warm, cared for, comfortable.

you pulled away and he didn’t chase. you settled your cheek against his collarbone and felt his lips graze over your hairline, his long fingers tracing over your back as he held you.

“seriously though, you look like shit. you should sleep.”

“i could absolutely wring your neck right now.”

“you would? really? oh, thank- ow! hey!” you pinched him in the side, huffing against his neck in annoyance.

“shut up. i’m trying to relax here.” you grumbled against his skin, and you heard his laugh rumble in his chest.

“fine, fine. since you did me a favor, i guess i’ll let you use me like a mattress.”

“you owe me a lot more than this.”

“can i pay you in kisses?”

“no. but you can pay me with lunch tomorrow.”

“hm, fair.” dazai mumbled into your hair as he fully went limp under you, and you know he shut his eyes, too. your annoyance faded into that deep feeling of care and gratefulness as you nuzzled more into the crook of his neck.

dazai was an ass, but he was your ass. you could keep him around.

#dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #osamu dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #ace!reader #qpp!dazai #mutuals.txt #woodrow.txt

[airbendertendou]

JUST TO KISS ME! ♥︎

synopsis : various asexual!characters w asexual!reader ; non-sexual intimacy characters include : sanzu, belphie, kokonoi, and solomon.

warnings : [name] used in place of y/n or mc ; laying on sanzu in his, if that makes you uncomf you can skip ; solomon puts his hand on your throat w no ill intentions ; sexual jokes ; asexuality does not always mean sex-repulsed

song inspo ; we’ll never have sex by leith ross

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— SANZU! ♥︎

the air is misty as you leave the shower, steam fogged up the mirrors around you, clinging to each and every surface it could. with a frown, you realize you’d left your favorite lotion in your bedroom. clad in only comfy shorts, you make your way there.

sanzu is dozing on your bed, his bare back greeting you as he lays on his stomach. a pile of bloodied clothes sit near the closet — the same suit he’d been wearing that morning. with a thought, you forgo the lotion and make your way to him.

settling down on top of him gently, you hum in delight as your skin touches his. sanzu lets out a grunt only to relax a second later, welcoming your added weight happily.

— BELPHEGOR! ♥︎

sleepy, dream-filled eyes look around until they see you. you’re sitting on the counter as satan cooks, muttering about a book you’d just read. beelzebub is peeking over the blonde’s shoulder, eyes hungry and ravenous as he watches his brother make dinner.

“mornin’, kid! sleep well?” it’s mammon who spots him first. belphie only hums, feet tapping his way to you. he wraps his arms around your hips, nose nuzzling into your sternum as he yawns. mammon lets out a snort, “like we’re not even here…”

“wanted somethin’ sweet,” he’s teetering on the cusp of sleeping again, ignoring the howls and jokes his brothers make. he hears something about you being the sweetest thing in the house — not that he disagrees on that part. with a kiss to your neck, belphie is snoring once more as you run your fingers through his hair.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

he was meant to be helping you pick out clothes. it was your date night — a weekly, mandatory thing he tried his best not to miss. but, kokonoi looked so pretty as he juggled between two shirts — two of his favorites that he loved to see on you. so, really, it wasn’t your fault.

“baby, how do you like—“ a yelp leaves his mouth the next second. you’d tugged him down gently by his shirt collar, a devilish grin on your lips that melts against his own. pants echo in your mouth ; his tongue sweeping against yours briefly before he pulls away. koko speaks through giggles, “wait… wait a minute. let me set these down.”

his cheeks are flushed as he puts your clothes back in the closet. you’re still eyeing him heavily, sweeping up every inch of him. kokonoi clears his throat before sitting beside you this time. that’s all you need before you’re diving in greedily once more.

— SOLOMON! ♥︎

asmodeous had a problem. many problems, really, but a certain one that irritated everyone else as well. he never knocked. true to his form, asmo welcomes himself into your room, a frown on glossed lips as he holds two sheet masks. “doll, do you think— didn’t know you guys were into that.”

solomon can’t help his grin, even as he rolls his eyes. a spell you’d been trying earlier almost backfired — could’ve backfired if he didn’t help in time. as a result, your vocal chords had been hit. his hand was around your throat, checking your lymph nodes and making sure everything was okay — that’s all.

you pull your chin down and away from solomon’s hand, your own cheshire grin forming at the comment. catching sight of the masks in asmo’s hands, you speak up. “we’ll invite you next time. go with the green one — it’s good for hydration.”

——♥︎——

made this a personal challenge to only have 3 paragraphs idk how to feel abt them hehe but <3 hope they’re okay

airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#asexual!reader #asexual!characters #ace!reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu haruchiyo imagines #sanzu haruchiyo headcanons #belphie obey me #belphie headcanons #belphie x reader #belphegor headcanons #belphegor x reader #kokonoi x y/n #kokonoi hajime x reader #bonten kokonoi #koko x reader #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x reader #solomon imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #bonten drabble #bonten x y/n #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being The WWDITS Gang’s Asexual Vampire Friend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): The What We Do in the Shadows Gang x asexual!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Canon-typical sexual humour. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: If you’re reading this during Asexual Awareness Week, Happy Asexual Awareness Week. If not, I’ll give you a regular hello. I found out it’s Ace Awareness Week mere moments before starting this, so I decided to write something in celebration of the occasion. Of course, I love to represent my fellow aces year-round. If you ever have an ace!reader request- no matter the week- feel free to sent it in! Also, there’s more of a focus on a sex-neutral or sex-averse reader. Apologies to the sex-positive aces!)

At least one of them (by that, I mean Nadja, Laszlo or Nandor) tried to seduce you before they found out that you’re asexual.

Take your pick.

Despite their wounded pride and mild disappointment of you not being sexually attracted to them, they’d still be happy to be friends with you.

I feel like Guillermo and Colin would be the most understanding of asexuality.

Nadja, Laszlo and Nandor at least somewhat get it too- in their centuries on the Earth, they’ve met all different kinds of people, asexuals included.

But, if you’re an ace who doesn’t have sex, they do express pity you for not experiencing sex, something they all thoroughly enjoy.

Also, Nandor has definitely made some sort of comment about aspiring to your ‘strength and willpower’ for managing to go for so long without sex.

The guy genuinely thinks you possess the strength of a thousand average sized men.

Also, I’m sure at one point or another Laszlo has offered to ‘relieve you, if you’d like’.

It’s supposed to be a generous gesture of friendship.

Of course, Guillermo rolls his eyes whenever any of them make a comment of this nature.

Nandor, Nadja and Laszlo don’t really understand how one can live without experiencing sexual attraction.

They’re all respectful of your sexuality, though; it’s not a matter of them looking down on you.

Basically, they’re not aphobic; just comically sex-obsessed to the point of them having a slightly myopic worldview.

I can imagine that it’s somewhat difficult to fit into the vampire community when you’re not particularly interested in sex.

See: the Bi-Annual Vampire Orgy.

That said, if it’s a well-known fact in the community that you’re asexual, then I feel like most vampires would be understanding and considerate of it, because I said so, and the whole thing about some vampires having existed for so long that they’ve met plenty of different kinds of people.

Of course, you’re always welcome to attend the orgies for the food and social aspect of it.

I imagine that, if anyone does disrespect you, your boundaries, your sexuality etc., Nadja will be the most protective of you.

You can probably stand up for yourself, but she always has your back if you need it.

Overall, your vampire friends are accepting of you.

They won’t try to change you or convince you that you’re not who you are.

But, if you ever do change your mind on that shag, Laszlo’s always there.

#wwdits x reader #wwdits #what we do in the shadows x reader #What We Do in the Shadows #nadja of antipaxos x reader #nadja x reader #nadja of antipaxos #nadja #laszlo cravensworth x reader #laszlo cravensworth #nandor the relentless x reader #nandor the relentless #x reader #x asexual!reader #x asexual reader #asexual!reader #ace!reader #asexual #ace #asexual pride #ace pride #asexual awareness week #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader

[why-what-no]

Desire Trying To Seduce An Ace Crush Would Include

Pairing: Desire x GN!Ace!Reader (sex repulsed/neutral)

Warnings: None

Notes: Wow, this got requested like forever ago. I am so sorry lol. I’m gonna try and do better

Requested by: @callmekohaii

A problem had been found in Desire’s plans of seducing the human that they had feelings for. A problem that they hadn’t anticipated

Your reaction was the problem. All the flirting and teasing glances led to… practically nothing. Of course you were polite, interesting and treated them very well, but you didn’t respond to the attempted seduction from Desire.

No matter how much they tried to use their tried and trusted method of letting you know how they felt about you, it didn’t work. In fact, it seemed like the more Desire flirted, the more you distanced yourself.

Finally, they had enough. Scared to lose you, they (rather inelegantly) blurted out their feelings towards you. Telling you about their love and nervously waiting for your reply.

And to their delight, you reciprocated. You loved them too, and Desire felt joy at hearing that.

When they asked you why you didn’t respond their flirting (and preening), you let them know that you’re ace. That type of courting just wasn’t one that you were interested it.

Desire didn’t mind, they were just happy to have you. And honestly… they were a little flattered. So used to being desired, but not used to being loved, this admittance that you loved Desire for their personality, not their looks and powers, sparked a feeling that the Endless wasn’t used to

A lovely feeling. A feeling of happiness that warmed their heart.

They didn’t have to worry about whether your feelings were just lust, they didn’t have to worry about constantly keeping your interest in their looks. Desire could finally relax with another person

Although sometimes Desire was a little frustrated that they couldn’t get out of trouble with you by trying to distract you with their attractiveness, they will admit that having someone that can call them out on their behaviour is good for them.

They wouldn’t trade away their relationship with you for anything.

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#the sandman #the sandman x reader #the sandman headcanons #desire of the endless x reader #desire of the endless headcanons #desire of the endless #desire x reader #desire #desire headcanons #the sandman desire #the sandman desire x reader #the sandman desire Headcanons #the sandman desire of the endless headcanons #the sandman desire of the endless #the sandman desire of the endless x reader #ace!reader #asexual!reader #ace #asexual

[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡ Sigma x asexual reader♡¸.•'

There just isn't enough shit with this beautiful man do I've decided to write something

Everyone experiences asexuality different so I'm just gonna do the sex repulsed, but not uncomfortable about the topic kinda ace

This is just gonna be some hc so have fun reading! And please request as always :)

(Also just a side note I kinda hc him as ace or on the spectrum so yeah, we ♡ Sigma)

TW: slight mentions of a-phobia

You were nervous telling him about your sexual orientation especially since so many people don't accept people who are ace and you were afraid Sigma would leave you

But after telling him you were pleasantly surprised when he said he accepted you no matter what and the fact that you were ace would never change that and he loves you no matter what

But you did have to explain to him what it meant to be ace to you (even if he knew what it meant he would still ask)

After explaining to him what it meant, he still wanted to be with you cuz he's amazing

He did educate himself on the topic aswell from the internet and saw other people's experiences

But he never questioned yours because everyone thinks, acts and just is different

He just respects the hell out of you is what I'm trying to say

And if you ever have doubts about not being able to satisfy him sexually then he will tell you that you don't have to and he'll be more happy for you to not have sex with him then you sleeping with him if you don't feel comfortable with it

Hopefully this all makes sense so far

He loves cuddling with you tho, he just loves lying there with you while hugging each other or while the two of you read a book

Even though you don't feel uncomfortable with the topic of sex he still avoids it

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I hope everyone enjoyed reading that! :)

Idk if you can tell but I love Sigma and he slays so much <3

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd sigma #sigma #sigma x reader #sigma x ace!reader #ace!reader #asexual #asexual!reader

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

A Year and a Day

My second piece for the Winter Solstice event!

Sandman fandom, Hob x fem!reader x Morpheus (implied future)

Warnings: language, brief violence, injury

*While you can enjoy this on its own - there's gonna be more. It's gonna be a drabble series in all likelihood.This is becoming my de-stress fic. Mostly fluff, and lots of shenanigans, so let me know what you think. <3

A Year and a Day (the first part of many)

The frigid evening wind cuts through the alley, and Morpheus feels it. He feels the cold, the broken asphalt scraping his palm, the blood cooling on his chin.

A year and a day of mortality.

He wonders if he’ll survive the first night.

As the curse had taken effect, and he’d hurtled into the waking world, he’d done all he could to aim for London. With his power bleeding away and his body closing tight around his severed awareness of the Dreaming, a single name flashed at the forefront of his thoughts: Hob Gadling. His friend. Although several mortals know enough of his nature as an Endless to be of some assistance, Hob is the only one he trusts to actually offer it.

If he does not escape this alley, however, he’ll never put that assumption to the test.

A kick lifts him away from the pavement for a moment, and he collapses on his side, coughing. The men above him loom like tall shadows, backlit by anemic streetlights. Two pounce, rifling through his pockets as he struggles to catch his breath, and he once again thanks John Dee for crushing the Dream Stone. It can never be stolen again. Never be abused. Though, apparently, he can still be parted from his power.

Once they determined he has nothing to give them, one of the searchers swears and kicks him again, this time in the back, and Morpheus arches, teeth gritted in a fresh wave of pain.

“Nothing. Man’s got nothing. No wallet. No cash. No phone.”

The third man, ostensibly the leader, stands closest to the street, pointing a knife to warn their victim against screaming in case Morpheus should recover the wind they’ve kicked from his lungs. He shakes his head. “Dressed like that? Whatever. Coat’s worth something at least. Looks nice. Check again. Rich assholes have hidden pockets – hollow shoes, you know, like on tv.”

The hands return. Rougher. Grabbing and pushing as they try to work his arms out of his coat without letting him up from the pavement. Still breathless, he bares his teeth, reaching for abilities stripped from his grasp. He can’t even sense them. His mind is mortal, too, at least as much as it can be, and he’s left to his assailants’ mercy as he fights to regain his equilibrium.

But he has a long memory, and he will remember their faces. They may not pay for their insult tonight, but they will in due course. He promises them silently. He promises himself.

A flash of light illuminates the alley. Two more. Three more bursts of sun. Like lightning without thunder, without rain or clouds.

All three men turn to look at the source just as a clear, feminine voice calls from the opposite end of the alleyway, “I just sent pictures with all your faces to my friend.”

The one with the knife manages three long strides before the voice stops him.

“If anything happens, my friend will show them to the police. Oh, and I just dialed 999, so I suggest you scarper.”

A suggestion. Through his pain, Morpheus smirks.

Highway robbery is an often romanticized but a less than rewarding career. It has always been thus, but desperation and idiocy lead men down familiar paths, from one eon to the next. These robbers freeze like deer when the woman flicks on her phone’s flashlight, giving the scene a more permanent illumination. More prey than predator. Aggressive when they had the upper hand, certainly, when it was three against one. But they hadn’t planned on an interruption, and now a third party they can’t threaten with their knives and knuckles has their faces. Their true colors leak through.

The quiet one who’s been searching him twists away from the light and runs.

“Fuck this.”

That’s the second.

The ringleader stands his ground long enough to make a weak pass at intimidation.

“Bitch.”

The woman behind the light shrugs, the tell-tale light lifting with her shoulders. “Twat.”

For a moment, Morpheus thinks the man will charge her. He angles his head down and spreads his feet, like he’ll take his chances and sprint over to stick his knife in her throat.

This time, Morpheus hears the phone’s camera app click, and the last attacker bolts after his friends. Too much evidence, not enough loot to justify the risk. An old tale often repeated.

The immediate danger has passed.

He has a destination in mind, but he finds himself struggling to rise. Every ache and burn lingers as he leverages his hands under his chest, pushing himself up to his knees and groaning from the effort.

Light steps approach. Not running. Not hesitant, either. Purposeful.

A hand with short, black nails appears before his eyes. He looks up, blinking away the runny watercolor blur from his eyes to find his savior of the hour, a small woman in a flower-print sundress – thick leggings below and a heavy sweater above to ward off the cool breath of autumn. A strange knight errant, but he is hardly in a position to choose.

Still, he does not take her hand.

Pulling himself upright inch by agonizing inch, he cradles his bruised ribs and offers a brief nod to express his gratitude. Though he is short on options, he is shorter on trust. Mortals are treacherous, often without meaning to be, and he is painfully aware of his vulnerability.

“I dialed but didn’t connect to 999,” she confesses, looking directly into his eyes, ignoring the wounds on his face or his ginger stance. “Do you need me to call an ambulance? Family? What do you need?”

He needs Hob Gadling. And possibly medical attention. In that order. How far can he depend on this little stranger to aid him?

“Thank you.” He scrutinizes her, frowning, and she bears it unflinchingly, waiting for him to choose his course. Her squared shoulders and tilted chin suggested she’ll help him down whichever path he chooses. His pride rages against the idea, but his very mortal body feels like it may collapse if the breeze pushes any harder.

He cannot call to mind everything he would know about this tiny hero if he were fully himself, but a whisper of an impression lingers. An extra sense. The three men jumped him before he could pick up anything from them, and all he’d gathered during the assault was the anxiety and anger fueling their rage. But now – now he has a moment, and she has a core of moonstone. A fixed, determined thing all but glowing with dreams and hope.

Decided, he speaks quietly, wary of the new hurts along his abdomen, careful not to aggravate them further. “I am trying to reach the New Inn. My friend, Robert Gadling still owns it, I believe.”

Her eyes light up, and she presses half a step closer. He nearly flinches away, startled by the spark of enthusiasm.

“Hob?” She lifts her phone.

She has Robert Gadling’s name in her phone as “Hob Goblin” and something sparks in his chest that isn’t jealousy.

As she waits for the call to go through, phone pressed to ear, she says, “I was actually on my way there. We’re just a couple blocks away. I’ll help you, but I should give Hob a head’s – Hey! Hob, I – No, I’m fine. There’s – Yes, I’m sure. I just ran into – Hon, I love you, but shut the fuck up. Sorry. Yeah. Bumped into a friend of yours, and he’s a little roughed up. Asked for you, so I thought I’d bring him to the New Inn. Wanted to give you advance warning… Okay. See you in a minute.”

The endearments course naturally through the dialogue, and he wonders what he has missed in Hob Gadling’s past year. But when she hangs up and stashes the phone away in her messenger bag, she gives Morpheus a brilliant smile, like all is well and they’re simply on their way to visit a mutual friend.

“Alright. Let’s get you to the Inn. Would you mind leaning on me?”

The nature of the question makes it easy to agree. He lets her pull his arm over her shoulders, and one little hand settles on his back, like she has the strength to support them both if he stumbles.

They work their way down the quiet street, and she doesn’t fight the silence. Their steps and breath mingle with the hoots of nightbirds, distant arguments, and the occasional passing car. She does not ask him why he is on his way to the New Inn, though she clearly had plans of her own with the owner. She does not demand he waste his breath assuring her he is well when he clearly is not. They walk together, and she makes sure he does not trip and fall on the way.

It is appreciated.

When they reach the New Inn, Hob meets them at the door, eyes wide but unsurprised when Morpheus manifests out of the gloom with his small, colorful crutch.

“It is you.” He rushes out to assume the savior’s burden and helps Morpheus into the empty bar. It’s well past closing, he assumes. “I thought it might be, but I wasn’t – what happened?”

Morpheus glances sidelong at the young woman lingering near the door, and she catches the look, quickly straightening with a fresh smile for Hob and excuse to disappear on her lips.

“I’ll head up now. You two must have… a lot… to – let me know if you need anything.”

She moves to the back of the establishment and slips through a door marked “Private.”

Morpheus turns his look on Hob as the man pulls a first aid kit from behind the counter. His son died in a pub brawl, he recalls. The kit is extensive, and while Morpheus is glad to know he does not need a defibrillator or some of the other supplies contained within, a newly-familiar warmth blooms as he considers his friend.

His injuries, though painful, are not serious enough for a hospital. Hob assures him no ribs are broken after a careful series of pressing touches over his chest, back, and sides. The former soldier finds no evidence of internal bleeding, either.

“I’d suggest we go anyway,” he says, apologetic as he sorts through his collection of salves and bandages, “but I don’t think you have an ID or, you know, the kinds of things they’d ask about. In a hospital. And I doubt you want the police involved.”

“No.”

“Right. Okay. Right.” He flounders, clearly unsure of himself as he tries to care for the entity he still knows so little about. “Well, this should be good enough. We can sort something out down the line if…”

The silence pulls taught over the rustle of Hob’s work, and the whole man’s face is bent in concentration. Morpheus can see the thoughts ticking over his open face. Wondering if he can ask. Wondering what to ask.

“What happened?”

What indeed. There is another story, a long one, one he will not share at this time. He does not feel he has earned this punishment, and he will not give another room to comment.

“A curse.”

“What?”

“I am mortal, Hob Gadling. For a year and a day.”

“That’s…” Hob has to stop and think before new words will grow on his tongue, and Morpheus takes the initiative to press ahead.

“I had thought I may ask for your assistance during this time,” he explains. His eyes turn towards the ceiling. “But…”

Hob snaps back to himself, shaking his head and overflowing with reassurances. “You’re more than welcome to stay! I have a guest room in my flat. She doesn’t live with me. Not really. She’s in the smaller flat, and – uh – yes, you are more than welcome to stay. Please.”

So Hob has not taken another wife. It would be a strange arrangement for a courting couple as well, and he fixes on the topic as a distraction from the way his heart beats in his bruises. “Who is she?”

Hob murmurs her name with a smile, flicks his eyes to meet Morpheus’s, and clears his throat. “Well, she’s a friend. We met online, playing games during the pandemic, and she was on the other side of the Atlantic, so I started staying up all hours just to make sure I caught her.”

Adjusting his position in his chair, he leans in, full of a story, and despite the terrible evening he’s had, Morpheus finds himself falling back into old habits. Here they sit in a tavern, the Endless listening to the immortal man’s continuing life story.

“It was just so easy with her. Talking. Playing. Just enjoying ourselves. And then, about three months ago, she told me she was coming to England for work. Asked if I’d like to meet. And I had the empty flat, and I thought… why not? So here she is. Here we are. And,” he chuckles to himself, a smile pulling his face into its sweetest shape, “I don’t really know what to do with myself.”

Morpheus doubts that very much as he holds the man in a steady gaze.

It is strange.

He cannot know her as he would usually know a mortal, but she treats him with the ease of a friend, and as soft creaking above reveals her as she goes about her business, he feels the lines of a story twisting into new forms, as they had many hundreds of years ago when a foolish mortal declared in the presence of Death herself that he wouldn’t die.

Well. He has a year and a day to understand.

#winter solstice writing event #longest night stories #morpheus x reader #hob gadling x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x hob gadling x reader #ace!reader

[aerynwrites]

Who You Are

Jayce x Ace!Reader

A/N: as I’ve stated before the ace spectrum is vast, and everyone is different. This piece was written and I never planned for it to see the light of day Bc I used it as a vent piece lol. But @wincestisasincest encouraged me to post and I’ve seen a lot of people asking to see this so here ya go! Hope you all enjoy.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: major fear of rejection, discussion of sex/sexual situations, jayce being a softie as usual, the best boyfriend 🥺, kissing, fluff.

You always knew you’d have to tell him. In truth, you shouldn’t have let it come this far without telling him. But every time you were going to, something conveniently prevented you from having to do so.

Every heated make out session is interrupted by either footsteps approaching the lab or the reminder of an early day or some dinner party he has to attend.

And every time you want to bring it up on your own, bright hazel eyes would make the words shrivel on your lips.

You’ve been with Jayce for a few months now and the happiness you feel when you’re with him is incomparable. You’ve never felt so loved by someone else before, and the fear of losing that, of making him not love you anymore stops you in your tracks each time.

This time, however, you don’t have a choice.

There’s no convenient interruption, no excuses to pull you away. Just the quiet of Jayce’s bedroom wrapped around you as his fingers toy with the buttons of your shirt.

His mouth is warm against your own, movements slow and tempered, both of you just enjoying being in each other's arms. You’re perched on his lap, legs straddling his waist where he sits on the edge of his bed, and you can feel the air shift.

One of your hands rests against his shoulder while the other slides up to card through the short dark brown strands at the base of his skull. But his hands keep wandering.

From your hips up your sides over your ribs. Across your back before coming back to the front, his fingers resting againt the button closures of your shirt.

Guilt and fear swell in your chest as he fiddles with them, slowly sliding them from their holes until you break away from him, dropping the hand at his neck to press firmly against his chest.

Your heart is racing as you avoid his questioning gaze, unable to bring yourself to see the disappointment no doubt swimming in pools of hazel.

“What’s wrong?” He breathes, chest heaving from the kiss.

His hands immediately fall to rest on your hips. “Was that too fast? Shit - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

You shake your head then, leaning forward to bury it in the crook of his neck. Both because you want his comfort and to hide the tears welling up behind your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“It’s not you.” You say, voice weak.

Here he is apologizing when all of this feels like your fault.

Solid arms slide around your waist, fingers tracing soothing patterns against your ribs.

“Then…what is it?” He asks, innocence and genuine concern lacing his words and finally forcing the tears from your eyes as your shoulders shake.

“Hey, hey.” He tugs at you, imploring you to sit back and look at him, but you refuse. Unable to look him in the eyes.

He relents, instead holding you that much closer. “Talk to me, please.”

“I can’t do this.” You cry, words muffled against his shoulder, causing his hands to still against you. Frozen in time.

Then you suddenly realize what you said and sit up abruptly, wiping furiously at your tears. “That’s not-“ tipping your head back, you sigh at the ceiling. “I don’t…I don’t want to have sex.” The words come out hesitant and gracelessly, not how you wanted to do this at all.

The worry on Jayce’s features melt away instantly as calloused hands cradle your cheeks. He urges you to look at him, thumbs wiping away stray tears as you comply.

“We don’t have too. Not right now. We never have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll wait for whenever you’re ready, always.” His voice is so sincere, eyes swimming with understanding, and you just wish he knew what he was promising you.

You shake your head, unable to handle being this close to him anymore. Because you know, when you tell him, he’s going to recoil like everyone else has in the past.

You tug his hands from your face gently and slide from his lap to sit on the bed beside him, a good amount of distance between you.

An action that further worries Jayce.

“It’s not…that simple Jayce.” You begin, arms crossing over yourself self consciously. “I don’t…I’ve never wanted to have sex. With anyone. Ever. And I don’t think that’s going to…change.”

The silence that follows your words is deafening, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as it seems to sink in.

This is it.

“Oh…” the word is simple, short. Breathed out in confusion and what you decipher as disappointment.

“Yeah.” You offer lamely, buttoning up your shirt and moving to stand. “I should probably go.”

Better to leave now than be kicked out later. That’s what you tell yourself.

But a familiar calloused hand wraps around your wrist. Strong enough to implore you to stay, but soft enough to let you pull away if you want.

You don’t.

“Wait.” Soft, whispered into the quiet air and begging. “Why are you leaving?”

Finally, you peer over at him, brows knit together.

“Because…I thought you’d want me to? Most people do when I…when I tell them that.” You swallow past the lump in your throat to force the words out.

Jayce tugs you closer, shaking his head firmly. “What? No. No!” Hesitantly he slips his hands back onto your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your pants.

“You think…you think I’d kick you out because you don’t want to have sex with me?”

He looks hurt, looks like you just physically slapped him across the face and told him to take a hike. Hazel eyes, the ones you love so much are filled with nothing but hurt and confusion, and you can’t help but explain this to him further.

He must not understand.

“Look, Jayce.” Your words are firmer now, leaving no room for miscommunication. “I don’t like sex. I’ve done it before because previous partners wanted me too but I don’t…get anything from it. I don’t enjoy it and I just…I don't want to have sex. Ever. With anyone.”

This time Jayce is quicker to respond, but he just seems more confused, thick brows stitched together.

“I heard you the first time.” He says, shaking his head. “That doesn’t change anything for me. I still love you. I don’t want you to leave.”

His words stun you. Like you jumped into a cold river in the middle of winter.

He still loves you.

He still loves you.

“That doesn’t…bother you?” You ask, still unable to accept the idea he wants to be with you after your revelation.

His lips twitch up into a small smile, a reassuring one.

“It’s a surprise,” he says honestly. “But no. I chose to be in a relationship with you because I love who you are. And this is part of that.”

You must look like you don’t believe him because he lets out a breathy chuckle before pulling you closer to him, bringing one hand up to cradle your face gently.

“I love you.” He says again, tilting his face to press soft lips against your own in a chaste kiss.

“I love you.” This time whispered against your cheek.

He whispers the words again and again and again until you’ve settled in his lap again, tucking your face into the crook of his neck, barely holding the tears at bay.

“Do I need to say it again?” He asks, voice playful.

You huff put a laugh. “I could stand to hear it one more time.”

He smiles and says it again.

This time, you believe him.

#jayce x reader #arcane jayce x reader #ace!reader #asexual!reader #arcane x reader #arcane jayce #arcane

[duckymcdoorknob]

As an ace request... maybe ace!reader having to nervously come out to to their boyfriend Mirio who ends up being super understanding about it??

WOOOO

YES IM SO DOWN FOR THIS REQUEST HAPPY PRIDE MONTH.

CW BELOW THE CUT: None! Enjoy!

𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑎

When you had gotten with your lovely boyfriend, Mirio, your first thought wasn’t happiness; it was fear.

You were worried how he would react upon hearing that you were asexual.

You pondered on the decision for a while, wondering if, and how, to tell him.

Finally, you came to the decision to tell him. You had to prepare yourself for weeks, but you managed to find the right time.

Mirio had just gotten back from a fantastic day at school, or so he expressed happily.

“It was amazing! First we got to train the first years, and then we did quirk studies! It was awesome!” He beamed, hugging you as you greeted him at the door.

“That does sound fun!” You chimed in response. “I do have to talk to you about something pretty important though, can we go to the couch?”

Suddenly your lover’s face dropped. “(Y/N) are you okay? Are you sick? Am I sick? What’s going on?” You could hear the frown in his voice as you led him to the couch.

‘I think I’m the only sick one around here…’ your inner thoughts screamed. You shook your head to brush the thoughts away. “No, no! I just need you to listen.”

Mirio sat attentively across from you on the couch. He watched as you breathed in and out to prepare yourself. As he did usually, he interwound your hands when you got nervous. Rubbing the base of his thumb along your own, Togata waited patiently.

“So… I’m…” you sighed in exasperation. “God why can’t I just-“

“It’s okay! I’m sure whatever you tell me won’t be the end of the world.” Your boyfriend replied with a squeeze to your hand, “Just rip it off like a bandage.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucked in a breath, and stated: “I’m asexual.”

As you breathed out and opened your eyes, you noticed your boyfriend was smiling at you, but with heavy confusion in his eyes.

“Cool!” He gushed, “What does that mean?” He asked in the same tone.

You giggled as you nervously stuttered out a definition. “I-it um… it means th-that I’m n-not interested in h-having sex…”

“Oh. That’s it?” He asked with a cocked head, “That doesn’t matter! If we we’re going to do anything, I would want to wait until we were married anyways. But, now that I know this, I feel more relieved.”

You furrowed your brows, why would he be relieved?

“I just didn’t want you to think I was a prude or anything. But, it’s important to me that I wait until I’m married for stuff like that, given that it’s such a special thing. But now I’m not worried about you feeling left out or anything.” Mirio said with an awkward smile.

You beamed at him and tackled him into a hug, “Thank you for being so understanding. I love you so much.”

Your boyfriend laughed, jumping to his feet and spinning you in a circle. When both of your giggles subsided, he gently connected your foreheads. “And thank you for trusting me enough to be yourself.”

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#mha #my hero academia #bnha #mha x reader #mha imagine #mha x reader imagine #mha comfort #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia comfort #my hero academia imagine #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha x reader imagine #Mirio #Mirio x reader #togata mirio #mirio togata #togata mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #ace!reader #anime #anime x reader #Mirio comfort #Mirio x reader comfort

[frostandflamesfanfic]

The Simple Things (Strange x Ace!Reader)

The Simple Things (Rated T)

Request?: YES (For Anon)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Asexual!Fem!Reader (Romantic)

Warnings: Quite a few here; anxiety, fear of coming out, self-deprecation, acephobia, slight homophobia (if you squint). ASEXUALITY IS A REAL ORIENTATION, FOLKS. Don't think you're less than beautiful people just because you don’t feel the same as others do, because you are amazing -- Happy Pride!

Summary: For you, relationships were about having a serious connection. After years of being with others fixated on "fixing" you, you had all but given up hope of finding happiness and love. Enter Stephen Strange. When Stephen convinces you to go to your high school class reunion, you happen to overhear a comment that makes you uncomfortable. Can you still have your happily ever after?

Baby blue green eyes. They were the first sight that greeted you in the morning and the last thing you saw before you allowed yourself to drift into the endless void of sleep. It was those same eyes that you were currently scanning for throughout the room. 

There were so many people around. It was almost like you were suffocating, which was odd. You’ve never been claustrophobic before in your life. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been around this many people, either – you lived in Greenwich Village, for God’s sake. Maybe there was just something about being around people who tormented you for four years and made your life a living hell.

Yeah, that would most definitely do the trick. 

It was the fifteen year reunion for your graduating class. You honestly weren’t even sure why you had made the decision to even go to the event. In high school, you never were the most popular. You were a bit of a wallflower, forced to go into hiding after endless teasing and harassment. While everyone else was out sneaking beer and hooking up in their parents’ pool- which was beyond unsanitary and would cause more problems down the line- you were content with coffee and a book in the library. 

Unlike your classmates, sex was never a priority for you. You understood its purpose and how it could be fulfilling for some. You weren’t afraid of it. It just didn’t appeal to you. There were far better things out there that could give your relationship purpose. It was the simple things; small acts of kindness to show you truly cared for the other person. None of your past relationships could grasp the concept. It turned out sex was an important part of a romantic connection. The minute you flinched from their advances, they would always try to “fix” you. 

“Baby girl,” they would say as they ran a hand against your side. You would grimace at the feeling of their invasive fingers under your shirt, tracing circles on the skin it found. To you, it was crossing a personal boundary. “You’re so beautiful. You just haven’t found the right person yet. Let me show you.”

As the years went on, you continued to go through the motions with lovers…if you’d even call them that. Every time you would establish a connection- a meaningful one- with someone, they would disappear the minute they found out you didn’t want to sleep with them. There were instances where you would curl up in your room wondering why you felt like this. Was there something wrong with you? Was what you wanted really so wrong? 

It was around that time you had decided you had enough. You were tired of constantly feeling there was something wrong with you, where people would belittle you for your comforts every chance they had. If there wasn’t a person that could accept how you felt, then maybe you would just be better off alone. Sure, it hurt knowing you wouldn’t be able to have a connection with someone in the way you would like. There was nothing you wanted more than someone to watch Netflix and eat pizza until midnight, hold you while you cried over bad days, place kisses against your forehead when your anxiety got the best of you. Yet, you could never find that. 

That all changed when you met Doctor Stephen Strange. 

The two of you had met at the deli across town from the Sanctum. You were struggling to place your order, social anxiety not pairing well with your overwhelming hunger. While you were waiting for your name to be called, your brain was already distracted by picking apart everything you said to the cashier. You internally cringed at the way you greeted them and how many times you stumbled over your words. By the time your order was ready, you didn’t even realize you grabbed the wrong sandwich bag.

Stephen had needed to catch up with you, gently reaching for your arm in order to garner your attention. There was a sparking sensation the second he touched you. From the moment the two of you locked eyes, there was no going back. Life with Stephen was easy. Not wanting to risk falling too hard too fast, you somehow found the courage to explain your hesitancy to be intimate. To your surprise, he actually understood. 

Stephen never pushed you into doing things you hated or made you uncomfortable. There would be nights the two of you would stay in the Sanctum’s library reading, just enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes you would cook together in the kitchen- easy meals, though, as neither of you were Michelin star chefs. It was beautiful and wonderful all at once. At the same time, you found yourself becoming afraid of messing it up. Surely there would come a time where Stephen would have enough of waiting for any intimacy. What if he changed his mind about your boundaries? Would he think he could fix you, too? 

You had tried to fight the fear, truly you did. Yet they persisted and you began to find it more difficult to not give in. You ultimately decided that in order to prevent any future heartbreak, you needed to distance yourself from the sorcerer bit by bit. It led you to becoming nervous and tongue-tied around him – more than usual, anyway. When he noticed your anxieties, he encouraged you to try and see a therapist. He helped you to find someone you’d feel comfortable speaking with and was always willing to talk to you about anything, granted you brought it up to him.  

That was the thing with Stephen: he never pressured you into doing something you didn’t want. It was because of him you discovered you were asexual. Even though it didn’t change anything, by having a title, a label, just something to explain how you felt. . .it was almost a relief. There wasn’t anything wrong with you. You were normal. You nearly broke down at the thought of knowing everything you had criticized yourself about was a lie. 

It had taken you a bit of time to feel comfortable enough to come out to Stephen, who was officially your boyfriend by then. Your therapist had suggested you set boundaries, being prepared to end the relationship if any new pressures were added. If he can’t appreciate what you are willing to give, Doctor Morrison’s words echoed in your mind, then he isn’t worth having. 

When you finished explaining what it meant for the two of you, you were surprised to see a smile on his face. “What’s wrong?” you had asked. 

“Nothing,” the tall dark-haired sorcerer spoke as he stood up. “I’m just really proud of you.” He held you at arms length, blue-green eyes locked onto yours. There was an emotion hidden behind them, one you couldn’t really place. Was this really what pride looked like? Stephen leaned down to hesitantly capture your lips with his own, touch gentle and slow. “You can always tell me no. Always.” 

You had never felt happier than you ever had that day. If it wasn’t for Stephen, it may have been years before you finally realized what you needed. You may have let your fear get the better of you and lost your chance at happiness with him in the process. 

In fact, Stephen was the reason you were here tonight. When he saw the invite in the mail pile, he immediately asked if you were planning on attending. You told him no; what was the point in going when you haven't done much in your life? Reunions were times to brag about how superficially perfect your life was. It was a place for people to fight for the spotlight – something you never were particularly fond of. You didn’t want to jinx any progress you were making at that point, nor go through the humiliating process of being ripped to shreds for the first time since high school.

“I think you should go,” Stephen countered. It was a bit of a shock to you, given how you’ve told him about your hellish high school experience. Why would he want you to go back to relive the trauma after you just started to break away from it? “Show them the person you’ve become.” He paused to give you a bit of a wink. “Besides, I can get a closer look at where my beautiful girlfriend grew up. If things go south, I think Wong would be able to overlook a few transformed humans in the basement.”

When you still hesitated, Stephen sighed. “Look,” he tried again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The sweet gesture sent a shiver down your spine and you felt your face begin to heat up with the promise of a blush. Only he had the ability to make you feel like this. “You’re making progress and you should be proud of yourself, just like I am of you. You don’t have to say anything about it – you just deserve a day where you get to get dressed up and kick some ass. Preferably not mine.”

You weaved your way through the crowd of people schmoozing over thin stemmed glass champagne flutes. Eyes tore through the room, pleading with the universe to allow them to find your boyfriend. Things hadn’t changed much since the days you were roaming the halls as a teenager. Drinks were plentiful and flirting was considered a social courtesy. 

Unfortunately for you, Marsha Collins, the former class president, had made it her mission to stop you in your tracks. She clearly wanted to be sure you knew how much she had forgotten you. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “I almost missed you! You look so good, so much different!” She tossed a handful of her platinum blonde hair behind her. “I heard you’re dating someone? I remember you were going through that whole celibacy thing in high school!! Everyone thought you were going to be a nun!”

You cleared your throat as she continued laughing. They used that joke they had in high school and they were still using it now. As you tried to defend yourself, you cringed at the fact that your voice cracked and stuttered. “I-I am dating someone. An Ave-avenger, actually.”

“Whoa, good for you.” You couldn’t help the microsmirk that tugged at your lips. “How good was the score?”

“...pardon?”

“You know, how good was he?”

You could feel your face burst into flames as your anxiety began to kick in. It was just like high school all over again. All you wanted to do was run into the bathroom to hide. In an attempt to get out of the conversation, you abruptly excused yourself from the conversation and raced into the school hallways. You pulled your phone out of your clutch and dialed Stephen’s number, only to reach voicemail on the fifth ring. 

You ran a hand down against your face as you sighed in frustration. No one understood it. They only wanted to make you feel insignificant. You had just started to welcome the idea of your newfound identity and here they were trying to tear it down. While you wandered through the hall, you heard a series of laughter and a familiar richly deep voice.

“Oh god,” the voice you recognized to be Patrick Marduso, “there goes Elizabeth and Maxine. I think I’d jump off a bridge if I were in a sexless marriage like theirs. I mean, it’s bad enough that they’re married, but could you imagine the bedroom between them…” He let out a low groan. “Hot.”

That’s when you heard a familiar laugh in the crowd. A sound you had grown to love within your home. Stephen was laughing at something as humiliating as that. Not only that, but you could barely contain yourself with the next question.

“I'm sure she keeps you satisfied," Patrick mentioned in what you assumed was regards to you. 

“Pardon?” the shuffling of feet came to a halt as Stephen contemplated the other male’s question.”

“I’m talking about your girlfriend, dude!” Patrick was smug now. “You know, I always thought she was hot. But then she went and did that whole celibacy thing and got us all screwed over. Nobody could get her to do anything. It became a bit of a bet to see who could get to her first.”

Stephen nodded. “Well, I can assure you I'm plenty satisfied.” What? 

There was a smack sound as Patrick clapped a palm against your boyfriend’s shoulder. “My guy!” he exclaimed, speech slightly slurred from too many trips to the champagne refill table. “Glad to see someone could get her to open up! You got it good, man. I mean, damn, did you see her in that dress tonight? You’re in for something tonight.”

When the next laugh escaped from your boyfriend, you felt your heart shatter into pieces. “I think it’s the other way around,” Stephen replied with a chuckle. “She’s going to have a night that she’ll never forget.”

That did it. The wolf whistle from Patrick, along with a shouting of, “my man!” was enough to send you over the edge. Without another thought, you sent a text to Stephen telling him you needed to leave. You also told him you needed to talk after he returned home from his new friends. 

You didn’t waste any time after returning to the Sanctum to peel the dress off of your form and snuggle into a baggy sweatsuit. Before you left, you were actually proud of your appearance. Everything had hugged the best curves of your body in the best way possible. You looked good and most importantly you felt good. Now you couldn’t get away from the mirror fast enough. 

The fears you had worked so hard to prevent came back like a phoenix from the ashes. You had been so proud of the progress you were making, not to mention the connection you had with Stephen. You knew you should have just laughed everything off. It wasn’t your previous classmates’ business to know what happened behind closed doors. Yet the minute they started to peel at your layers, you felt exposed and you hated that feeling. Suddenly, you were back in high school, hiding in the girl’s bathroom just waiting for everything to just stop.

“Darling?” Stephen’s voice called the minute you curled up on your side of your shared bed. You could hear his quick pace as he checked through the Sanctum. He swore loudly when he tripped over a rug and collided with an object in the hallway. “Damn it, where are you?”

You didn’t want to alert him of your presence in the bedroom, but a small part of you felt bad about letting him panic for your safety. “In here,” you called quietly. 

A sigh of relief sounded from the sorcerer and he shuffled his way through the door frame. Even though you were frustrated with him, you still couldn’t help but to admire how nice he looked in his suit. You rarely had an opportunity to see him in anything else than his robes and Cloak of Levitation. A small smile threatened to slip out when you noticed how the black jacket made his blue-green eyes just pop in the dim light of your bedroom. 

“Hey,” he spoke softly and moved to kneel next to the bed. “What’s going on? Are you feeling alright? Is that why you left?”

After a shaky intake of breath, you closed your eyes to prepare your question. You had never been a confrontational person, but this was Stephen. This was the love of your life. You wanted things to work out between the two of you – they just had to. In order to move past this, though, you just needed to know. “Why would you tell them that, Stephen?” 

“Tell who what?” The dark haired man in front of you frowned in confusion. 

“You told Patrick that you were satisfied!”

“So I can’t tell them that I’m comfortable with our relationship?!” he retorted, voice raised ever-so-slightly. “Because I am. What we have-”

“They probably thought you were talking about sex.”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “So what if they did? How is it their business?” he countered. “I wasn’t going to say anything about you that would make you uncomfortable-”

“Because, Stephen!! They’re going to think the worst of me!” You were fuming now as you tugged at the roots of your hair, beyond frustrated at this point. “God, did you even think about how this could have affected me?” You could feel your chest heaving as breathing became increasingly difficult to take air into your lungs. “Did you not hear the things they said to me?!” 

This flustered the tall man in front of you. He hadn’t seen you like this in a long time. “What did they say?” His voice was firm and his jaw set in a hard line. His shaking hands gathered into fists. “What did they say to you that got you so upset? Tell. Me.” 

“It wasn’t so much what they said,” you admitted. “More like how they…made me feel…” 

Stephen’s facial expression softened. His eyebrows lifted and he reached over to gently cradle the side of your face. “Sweetheart,” he tried again. “What happened?”

You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. “How can you put up with me?” your voice was barely a whisper between sobs that unexpectedly ripped from your throat. “Why haven’t you pushed me away yet? How could you want to stay with someone that was so broken for so long?”

“Why?” Stephen was surprised yet again. “Because I love you with all of my heart,” he started. “You should know that…that isn’t easy for me to admit. The last time I let myself fall in love, I lost her for so many reasons; most of those being because I was a huge jerk. I put myself and my job first in everything. It put so much pressure on me to compensate for the time I was away. When I met you, I made a vow I would never make the same mistake again.

“What we have, darling, is special. You…you’ve made me a better person. The time we share together is special to me. You’ve shown me how it’s the simplest of things that can make life worth living. Sitting down to a home cooked dinner with you every night, holding you in my arms while you sleep… That’s all that matters. And I want to hold onto that feeling for as long as I can,” Stephen shifted in his position to reach into his jacket pocket. “That’s why I wanted to ask you…if you’d be willing to marry me?”

A small gasp escaped your lips as he flipped open a red velvet box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. It was a simple gold band, but it held a teardrop diamond in the center that sparkled in the moonlight streaming in from the window. 

“Stephen,” his name hardly left your lips before you were nodding excessively. You realized in that moment there was nothing else you wanted more than to know he would be yours forever. He was the one person in the world you knew would always understand and support you. He made you feel like the most important person in his life, just like he was in yours. “Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

A wide grin stretched across your boyfriend’s, now fiance’s, face. While he slipped the ring onto your finger, you could hear a quiet chanting of three words you’ll remember for as long as you live. “I love you,” he whispered as he pressed a few kisses against your face and cheeks, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. “I love you so much.”

“So when you said, ‘she’s going to have a night that she’ll never forget’…” you realized with a small smile.

“I was going to bring us back home, make us hot chocolate, and give you this big speech about how proud I was of you and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, yes,” Stephen rambled with a short nod. 

You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you whispered and you genuinely meant it. With Stephen, you knew you could be yourself. The two of you could care less what you were doing. It could be the simplest of things, but it would still be perfect. 

All that mattered was that you were together. 

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Author's Note: Well, here we are. Happy June 1st, everyone! To say I was nervous about writing this fic is an understatement. I'm always a bit anxious when it comes to writing for LGBTQ+ characters mainly because I'm always concerned about getting the representation right. As someone who identifies as part of the community, it can always be frustrating to see something done halfway or just skimmed over for whatever reason. Either way, anon, I hope I did it justice!! <3

As usual, leave a like, a comment, and even a cheeky reblog to help me out with the algorithm here. I plan on opening requests up again sometime soon (hopefully before the summer ends, while I still have some time between uni work). Until next time, little sparks!

PS: Also as a side comment, when I looked up gifs for "asexual doctor strange," it came up with BBC Sherlock. I just about died laughing at how accurate that was. Hopefully there are a few people out there that actually get this joke lol

#frostandflamesfanfic #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #marvel mcu #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfiction #benedict cumberbatch #doctor strange fluff #doctor strange imagine #lgbtq #lgbtq community #ace!reader #romantic relationship #marvel pride #dr stephen strange

[mirclealignr]

pssst i have a secret blog where i solely reblog asexual!reader fics. lemme know if ur interested in following the blog <3

#asexual #asexual!reader #ace!reader

[birdgirl90]

Tangled Threads Updates

Alright folks on here, I have been awful at posting links to the updates.  We are three chapters in on updates since I shared last, so here are the links!

Chapter 15 is here, Chapter 16 is here, and I just posted Chapter 17 which is here! This story will have 25 chapters altogether, so stay tuned!

Tangled Threads is a knitlit Loki/Ace!Female Reader fic where the Reader owns a yarn store in the middle of a small town and ends up crossing paths with Loki. I mostly write fluff, so that’s what most of this is, and the Ace!Reader is based on my experiences as someone who is Asexual in a romantic relationship. (I also knit and fantasize about owning a yarn shop, so you can see the inspiration here.) 

The first chapter can be found here!  I used to try to post the actual story here, but got very little interaction for the effort it took, so I only post on AO3 now. 

~Birdie

#birdie writes #birdie speaks #loki #loki/reader #loki x reader #ace!reader #the reader knits and runs a yarn shop #Loki is in therapy as well #there is some Darcy friendship too

[tetriminas]

dating Miles Edgeworth headcanons (Miles Edgeworth x fem reader)

He leaves you for a man

#tetri.txt #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #miles edgeworth x reader #sorry. no im not actually. make more x readers for men or even just gender neutral #im actually genuinely baffled at thw amount of fem reader miles stuff when 90% of the fandom sees him as gay. its nuts #1k #10k #20k

[willowbelle]

"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, fem afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

a few drabbles for how the monster trio + ace & law respond to you asking them to fuck you harder! (>ᴗ•) !

cw: fem afab!reader, piv sex, spanking, praise, choking, rough sex, positions (in order): mating press, doggy style, cowgirl, wall sex, prone bone.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

Luffy:

Luffy seldom falters in his incessant pace; he revels in his ability to fuck you like an animal in heat; harder and faster than anything you’ve ever experienced. He's captivated by the sounds emanating from your throat, and the knowledge that he's the one eliciting such responses makes it even more enticing. He diligently strives to uncover a wide array of your vocalizations, collecting them, almost. 

On this occasion in particular, he’s got you on your back, legs dangling over his toned shoulders as he holds you down by your waist, pounding his length into your needy cunt while you scream and whine for him. 

A new noise erupts from your heaving chest, one that Luffy’s never heard before;  a plea,

“Please, Luffy, harder!”

The foreign sentence prompts his ears to perk up, momentarily causing his pace to falter. He looks down at you, his eyes widening as he carefully studies your face to confirm he heard you correctly.

Suddenly, a smile tugs at his lips, and he bursts into hearty laughter, 

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he giggles, but his tone is tinted with a bit of playful arrogance, “Sure! If you think you can handle it!” 

Seeing your desperation as a challenge, the captain accepts eagerly, aiming to prove himself. He grounds his knees harder into the mattress and pulls his hips back before thrusting in abruptly, making you cry out as the tip of his cock batters your sweet spot. 

"That's a new one!" he chuckles, the unfamiliar sound igniting a flame within him that courses through his veins and singes his blood, filling him with an exhilaration beyond compare.

Determined to hear the special noise again, he commences with his unruly pace, making your screams rise in pitch. 

The grip he has on your waist tightens as he continues pounding you, the sounds of your sloppy cunt accepting his cock over and over again causing elation to flood his skull, 

“This hard enough for ya, baby?"

Zoro:

Zoro is a relentless force, driven by an insatiable desire to prove himself; strength and sexual abilities alike. 

He refuses to settle for anything less than excellence, especially in the bedroom. He’s in constant pursuit of validation, hellbent on getting you to scream his name only seconds in. 

Zoro’s got you on your hands and knees, treating your insides with brutal thrusts as he kneels behind you; thick, strong fingers bruising the plush flesh of your hips as he grasps them tightly. 

His grip is like a vise, unyielding and firm, your screams falling on deaf ears as he rails you mercilessly. He always aims to assert his dominance, his presence, and when your needy request makes its way to him, to say he’s surprised is an understatement. 

“Please, Zoro, harder!”

He’s still holding you, with unwavering resolve, but his harsh pace as slowed, just barely, so he can hear you over the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together. 

“Say that again.” 

And you do, making the large man behind you let out an amused tsk. 

He promptly obliges, but not because you’re in charge; oh no, he’s fueled by a fierce resolve to make you rue the moment you questioned his abilities.

The swordsman’s grip tightens on your hips as he immediately begins thrusting harder, so intensely it makes stars erupt beneath your eyelids. 

He’s groaning behind you, planting harsh smacks to your ass as he proceeds, obsessed with the way your cunt sucks in his cock so greedily. 

Your mouth hangs slack and screams escape from it as he pounds you.

You’re a weak, trembling mess, causing the green-haired man to smirk as he leans down to rasp in your ear, 

“Careful what you ask for.”

Sanji:

Sanji would move mountains for you, sacrifice everything to grant you joy. He’s entrapped by you and your presence; and it transforms him into a devoted disciple, eager to fulfill your every waking need. He hangs onto every word you say, treasuring each syllable as though you’re a deity among mortals. 

He’s always been a gentle lover; petrified of hurting you, of damaging that precious body of yours that he worships so obsessively. 

His adoration transcends mere admiration; he’s a devotee, obsessed with pleasing you with his gifted hands and gentle, strategic hips. 

You’re on top tonight, grinding up and down on his length. You’re desperate for more, though, greedily moving your hips in a tight circle as you move up and down. 

He’s quick to notice; promptly reaching up to hold your waist and aid you in your efforts, lifting his hips to thrust up into you slowly, carefully. 

You whine at the pleasant sensation; it's welcomed, but it’s not enough. 

“Please, Sanji, harder!”

Although he’s a bit taken aback by your sudden request, he doesn’t stop to think, he just obeys. Sanji presses his heels into the mattress to use his strong, lean legs to aid him in pounding into you from below, groaning as he looks up at you longingly. 

“As you wish, beautiful.”

You’re panting, crying out for him as he fucks you harder than ever before; the pace is uncharacteristic but seemingly natural for the gentle cook.

The sight of your face contorted in pleasure makes the coil tighten in his lower stomach, his thrusts are becoming sloppy but remain brutal as he desperately leads you towards your orgasm, 

“Sure you can take it, my love?”

Ace:

Ace is an enigma; a determined, goal-oriented man, but a kind, compassionate one, nonetheless. 

He regularly tightropes the fine line between rearranging your guts and making sweet, gentle love to you. 

His ambition is unwavering, but his heart remains soft and tender as he strives you make you shake and whine beneath him. He wants to stuff your brain full of nothing but lustful visions of the two of you; the juxtaposition of him fucking you roughly while he caresses and kisses your cheek. 

He’ll usually start gently, kindly; moving his hips carefully, softly moving his lengthy cock in and out of you. 

However, any little whine, squirm, or plea from you can flip the switch inside Ace; ignite the flame within him that singes his skin and plunges him into the unruly parts of himself. In an instant, he’ll be pounding you relentlessly, pace remaining brutal and firm as he makes you scream and pick your brain to find the moment he shifted. 

Tonight is no different as Ace has you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he holds you up, gently thrusting in and out of your tight cunt. 

You’re digging your nails down his freckled back, prying at his skin, praying that your touches alone are enough to signal that you’re desperate for more. 

He persists like he has been, however, softly and gently, placing sweet kisses to your neck and chest. 

You’re a whining mess, desire pricking at your goosebump-riddled skin as you nip at his collarbone, silently begging him to fuck you harder.

He’s stubborn, clearly, his pace remaining steady as he groans into your ear. 

A plea tickles at your throat but you don’t attempt to stop it, instead, you allow the cry to bubble over and meet Ace’s ear,

“Please, Ace, harder!”

And there it was, the switch flipping; the very moment when kind, gentle Ace retreats, and rough, wild Ace emerges. 

His grip on your hips tightens and he presses you into the wall harder, reaching up to firmly grasp your throat,

“Oh, yeah?” he growls, bringing his hips back to pound into you harshly, earning a weak cry from your slack jaw. 

His pace is immediately overwhelming; you can feel his thick cock in your stomach as he stuffs you full, his blunt tip bullying your cervix with each pass, making you cry out rhythmically. 

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, pretty girl.” 

Law:

Law navigates the world with a keen eye and a steady hand; and these traits always remain true, even in the bedroom. 

He’s a meticulous, observant man; and although he may seem dull, he never misses a beat. 

He opts for studying your body; your noises, your movements, in order to please you in the ways you need, not just the ways you want.

Every action is calculated, every decision weighed with thoughtful consideration. He moves with purpose, deliberate and measured, leaving nothing to chance. 

Nothing goes unnoticed, or falls under the radar when you’re with Law; he may be tedious with his touches, but damn, it’s worth it, because he does it all perfectly.

Beneath his analytical exterior lies an insatiable curiosity; a deep, obsessive desire to understand every facet of your being, from the intricacies of your mind to the contours of your exquisite body. 

He wants nothing more than to please you beyond comprehension. 

You’re laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your pelvis to raise you a bit. Law is hovering above you as he thrusts steadily into your cunt, leaning down to groan in your ear and kiss along your nape. 

His pace is fixed but firm, and the position you’re in aids him in hitting your sweet-spot dead-on with each thrust. 

You’re whimpering needily, coming undone beneath the doctor as he stays true to his consistent pace. 

He’s precise and careful; making sure to hit your g-spot with each pass, but he can tell you’re desperate for something; aching for more. 

He can tell what you’re about to say before you can even get the courage to let it out,

“Please, Law, harder!”

A smug grin tugs at his lips, amused by your desperation for his cock, but he listens, immediately beginning to thrust harder into you.

His pelvis meets your ass with a loud smack with each harsh thrust; the noises are lewd and your weak screams only add to it, but his pace never falters as he obeys your plea. 

He’s determined to instill in you the fact that polite requests will always be granted, but he can’t help but tease you a bit, 

“You’re insatiable.” 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ace x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x you #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x you #luffy x you #sanji x you #law x you #trafalgar law x reader #one piece smut #one piece headcanons #ace x you #one piece scenario #mdni #x reader #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcannons #one piece headcannon

[portgasdwrld]

★ Hickeys

ೃ⁀➷do they suck (lol) at hickeys, giver or receiver?, how? all answered down below by your beloved Tomie✨

ೃ⁀➷Psss this is a head-canon, take it lightly~

ೃ⁀➷ Suggestive, implied f!reader, NSFW language

ೃ⁀➷ monster trio + Law+ Ace

: ̗̀➛ Luffy

He’s the type to receive them more than to give

When he realizes he has hickeys, he’s just gonna wonder how it’s even possible and if smth hit his neck during a fight💀

Probably gonna bug Chopper about it, until he brushes him off mentioning it’s nothing

Then when you’re making out and you linger on his neck, it clicks into his mind. He yells a « ooohh, It was you! » after realizing that, it surprises you and you almost bit his skin-

He’s down to try it when you explain that you want them on you too

« You want me to suck your skin a little until it bruises? A bit like when you bruise after a fight? »

« Ugh… not the same but you got the spirit? »

He’s dense, but he tried and he didn’t do as bad as you thought

: ̗̀➛ Law

LMAO?? Wouldn’t he be the type to lowkey hit you with a scientific facts that hickeys can kill you if done wrong🤓😭

Ik he would. Im so sorry😮‍💨

On another note, tbh I feel like he’s just sooo into it, when his mind is fogged by lust. He will be making out with you and damn, he’s now leaving wet kisses all over your neck. That itself, just awaken some type of possessive strike and you’re left with hickeys a bit everywhere.

Will quietly eye them when y’all are cuddling after sex. He won’t comment on it beside if you point them out.

“They look great.”

It would be the most reaction you will get out of him. He’s so hot though- intrusive thoughts but they are real 😔

He doesn’t mind at all if you leave some on him fr. Like if it’s done within the right vibe and y’all are just kicking it and you’re riding him or y’all in lotus position, he might even groan and moan a little louder and curse under his breath.

: ̗̀➛ Sanji

Oh his mouth is ALLL OVERR your body. He’s kissing, praising, leaving hickeys all over your body. On you chest, between your thighs, on you collarbone.

He’s almost in a trance while he loves your body and mark it. He’s gotta to enjoy his pretty lover and you bet he’s gonna make it known that you are his and he’s the lucky man who has you!!

He’s so sweet about it, with sweet compliments, but it’s a bit messy too. Wet patches, mumbles from his muffled lips.

He’s SOOOOO down if you wanna do it on him. He gets very excited and can’t stop smiling and touching your body.

“Yes of course I’m down! Wanna try it rn? We got time yk..”

Best boy 🤧

ೃ⁀➷ Zoro

His neck always has some hickeys from you. He thought he hated it, but he quickly got over it and finds it hot now.

He doesn’t care too much if someone stare at them, but he will throw a curse out with a deadpan expression, if someone made a snarky comment.

He also has this possessive strike, so you bet you’re gonna have some type of bruises-hickeys on your body after y’all are done. Because he doesn’t go easy on you, he will be thrusting deep into you, while silencing you with his fingers deep in your mouth. Along with that, his mouth is nibbling on you neck and all your sensitive spots.

It’s an overstimulating mess.

He smirks satisfied when he sees you marked up, moaning his name and completely lost into his touch.

ೃ⁀➷ Ace

Oh, this man here has the biggest possessive strike out of all the men here.

I touched on the subject a little on my NSFW head canon, but he definitely love giving them. He whines when you do, because he’s apparently allergic to shirts and get slightly annoyed when each of his friends on the ship makes some jokes.

He loves that everyone knows you’re his. Because he gets to have one person for him, that actually feels love toward him and someone he can trust??! That’s the life prize!

Every time he fucks you, he makes sure that hickeys are created everywhere on your body.

He will shower you with attention and cocky comments as he sucks on to your skin.

It’s his specialty😮‍💨

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