#Ghost x asexual!reader

[islayhawkin]

Coming home

Simon "Ghost" riley x f!asexual!reader

Request: Hello! I saw you're cool with writing fics for ace readers and I was wondering if you'd like to write something for either Ghost from COD or V from Devil May Cry? Something like they're reassuring the reader that they're okay with them being ace? If it's not possible, that's completely fine! I'm just so happy to see someone including us in fanfiction 🖤💜🤍Thank you, and have a good day/night! :) Warnings!: mention of sexual themes, making out, human body reaction, swearing ooc simon ( bc it's kinda unrealistic that he'd even be in a relationship but we can do in fanfiction what we want so we're gonna ignore that. In my head he's just a lost puppy ) Hurt/comfort, fluff A/N: I did my reasearch in form of fanfiction too and literally almost every fic on tumblr under ghost x reader is smut so I'm starting the counter-revolution for aces. Hope anon will find this again. Bc I've been on hiatus for some time.

The 141 had gone to a bar at friday night after a long mission. They had the weekend off for the first time in a while. They all had a hard time adjusting to the civilian life again but most of them did have a life to return to outside of work. For ghost, well rather simon, this life contained you. His civilian life was practically you. It was all he cared about outside of work really.

The group sat around the table with glasses in their hands conversing about nonsense really but for them it was pretious to be this careless for a moment. Simon sometimes contributed dry comments which earned some laughter from soap beside him.

Simon had invited you. Though he was at first hesitant to bring you together with the 141 however that changed quickly when he heard that you'd be walking home alone in the darkness than. And as if you didn't do that every day he seemed adamant to not let you do that when he was around.

The bar they were at was relatively quiet as you entered and spotted the team on the other side of the room. A small smile formed on your lips when you saw the back of his head.

Unfortunately for you the men had settled on the topic of sex when you joined them.

"Can't wait to get that stress of the last months sorted out." Gaz chuckled. The others laughed while adding comments of their own. "I bet riley's gonna have a blast tonight when he gets home." Soap laughed with a teasing look to his commrade.

There was a small grin on Simon's lips at the teasing but he quickly shut them down. "Shut up johnny."

You made intentionally loud noices when walking the last few steps to make yourself known to the group and also not to startle simon. He turned around in his chair and immediately stood up to greet you. When he stood up his figure towered over you.

"Hey."

"Hey. I'm glad you're back." You smiled and gave his arm a small squeeze. You were still quite distant from eachother due to your knowlege about him, were you aware what he was comfortable with. You were sure he didn't even feel your soft touch through all that cloth and muscles though.

He made a quick introduction to the team before everyone rearranged themselves so you were able to get a seat beside simon.

The evening was great. You got along really well with everyone especially with soap. There were laughs here and there sometimes teasing comments towards you and ghost, which he quickly shut down. But they still lingered in the back of your mind when you came home to your shared apartment.

It's not like you minded their comments. You all were adults and it was their way to chill after weeks of just living in life-death situations. Some jokes were actually quite funny you had to admit. These men who normally went around threatening people were actually really hilarious.

You clicked the lights on in your apartment and threw your shoes off. Ghost stood for a while at the entrance hall watching your every move as you moved around the apartment, changing your clothes into something comfortable.

When you realised he didn't follow you inside you took a cautious step back into the entrance hall and tried to read his emotions through his mask and gear. "Are you okay?" You asked softly as you approached him. Your hands slowly moving around his waist.

"Hm." He nodded.

"Your home." You whispered with a smile and moved your hand up to remove his mask. He didn't stop you from doing so.

His hair sprang out from under it and you were able to fully take in his state. He looked incredibly tired and worn out.

"Home..." he repeated lowly. The sound vibrating through his body.

You traced a scar on his face tenderly. "Let's get you to bed hm? You look exhausted."

"I'm fine."

"I'm sure you're fine. Just let me take care of you. I'll give you a massage or something..."

The side of his mouth quirked up at that thought. "Alright."

You stood on your toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving for the bedroom again. This time ghost followed you.

His sweatpants and a pair of handmade socks were already neatly folded on his side of the bed. He made quick work of removing his vest and shirt at the sight, leaving his muscled upper body exposed. You had already moved to his side to help him unclasped his belt for him with quick fingers.

"You want to take a shower?"

You unsipped his trousers and he stepped out of them.

"Not now. Tommorow."

You threw the pyjamas pants to him and handed the socks over after he had his pants on.

"You made these for me?" He asked quietly. His eyebrows rose with surprise.

"Yep." You smiled shyly. "We got a matching set now." You showed the socks on your feet. A proud look showing on your face.

One of his rare genuine smiles took over his face. "You're adorable." He chuckled and fastly took his big arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

"I missed you." The words only a low rumble vibrating through his throat. His eyes switched from your eyes to your lips before he cupped your cheek and leaned into a kiss. His touch was always surprisingly tender with you, almost cautious. As if afraid he'd crush you under his strenght.

The first few times you slept in the same bed with him you even needed to reassure him that he wouldn't crush you beneath him while he slept with you in his arms.

His kiss on the other hand now showed a bit of force behind it as he pushed you slowly against the wall behind you. You both gasped for air when he finally pulled his lips from yours.

A smile tucked at your lips and you stroked your hand through his tousled hair. "I missed you too love."

He didn't give you a long time before pushing his lips to yours again. His free arm resting besides you against the wall. You felt his body react to you as he pulled himself as close to you as he possible could. One of your leg was positioned between his thick thights making it impossible for you not to notice.

The next time simon pulled away he muttered a breathy "sorry. I didn't mean to-" before leaning his forehead against yours. "I'm just- it was much the last few weeks. I've felt bloody alone without you."

"I know." You caressed the side of his head. "Let's go to bed okay? You can cuddle with me all night."

He nodded and cautiously disconnected his body from yours. "I didn't make you uncomfortable did I?" There was a dark shadow over his eyes, which gave you a glimpse of the eyes his enemies saw.

"No. It's alright..." you faltered for a moment. "Are you content this way?"

He looked almost betrayed. "What do you mean? Of course I'm content. I couldn't think of anything better to come home to. You're the bloody best thing that happened in my shit life."

You smiled sadly at his words and took his big hands in your smaller ones. "I mean with me being asexual. I know you said it was okay but I can't help but think I'm depriving you of it when you actually want it. The others made these comments and it got me thinking that you can't have these experiences and advantages of having a partner."

You could see how he was taken aback by your words. As if he never even considered it this way. "I'm not coming home every time again just so I can fuck you. When I'm all alone out there, with the possibility of dying everyday I'm always thinking about you. You're the one that keeps me alive. And you give me so much more that I could ever have asked for. I don't care if I want to have sex. I can't stop wanting it but I can live without it, I can't live without you."

There was silence in the room except for the small breathes.

You smiled tearfully. "Who would've known you could be such a poet." You chuckled.

He grinned. "I'm just stating the truth."

You kissed his crooked nose. "God I love you."

...

You snuggled up against his bare chest. His arms engulfing you in them. It was a comfortable silence between the two of you. But simon was still in his head. You thought he was trying to process the events of the past weeks.

"I don't want you to think of us like this ever again." He muttered.

"What?" You raised your head.

"I don't want you to think that I'm unhappy with you. That you are depriving me of something. I'm sorry for not showing it more often what you mean to me."

"That's alright. I know how you struggle..." you caressed his side with your palm.

"No it's not alright. You always do this. You're so sweet and understandable of me but I never give you enough back. So please don't think that I think any less of you because of your asexuality. For me you are the best person."

You smiled softly against his chest. "Thank you. I'll try not to."

"good." He squeezed you against him.

It was some time before you spoke up again. "You think about me when you're out there?"

"All the time. You're the reason I'm still alive and come back to you every damn time."

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | New Glasses

 John finds you reclining on the couch. Bowl of popcorn chips resting on your stomach and mask, cool and slimy, on your face.

“So, we not going on a date tonight?”

The casual way he drops the statement belies the gravity of it.

The moment it takes to process through your exhausted brain is the only moment of peace for the rest of the night.

Jumping to your feet the chips go flying as your mask slides off your face and into the now empty bowl.

“It’s Monday!” You shout as you stare at him in horror. “Fuck, I will be ready in ten minutes.”

Before you can sink to your knees to clean up your mess John takes you by the hand and deposits you at your room. With a smiling kiss to your cheek he promises to clean up the mess and turn off the TV.

You wipe your face with a makeup wipe and panic spin before shouting down the hall.

“John! What should I wear?”

“Closed toed shoes and layers dove,” he shouted back.

“Layers and clothes toed shoes,” you mutter to yourself on repeat as you start digging around for a clean pair of jeans and a set of matching socks.

“Oh, and no makeup if you feel comfortable. It will melt off.”

His loud voice and words make you pause.

“What the hell are we doing that would cause my make up to melt off?” You ask the empty room.

Eleven minutes later you are knotting the laces of your shoes and pushing off the couch to follow John to his car. It’s practical, how like him. He catches sight of your small smirk at his vehicle.

“What? Not as fancy as Johnny’s?”

Busting out laughing you drop a hand onto his shoulder for support. Johnny had the oldest, ugliest truck you had ever seen.

He smiles down at you, cheeks pulling up to cause crinkles around his eyes. You loved when he smiled that big, with his whole face. It made your heart so happy.

John walked you to the passanger door, opening it for you with a bow and a wink.

“My lady.”

You give a curtsey with your imaginary skirt before rolling your eyes and climbing in and buckling your seat belt.

“So, John, what is the silliest situation you have ever ended up in because of your job?”

“Let me think,” he focuses on driving as he does. “Had to be the time I told the president of US a crass joke.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” You gape at him from the opposite seat.

“Was playing bodyguard at a conference, there was only one man in the room while we were waiting for the VIP and I made a joke to break the tension.”

“What did he do?” You prompt, there has to be more to this conversation.

“He looked at me odd before busting out in laughter. I didn’t realize my mistake until the meeting started and he got introduced to the room. We made eye contact and I have never felt my face go that red before,” John offers you a hand to hold between the seats.

You take it, enjoying the roughness of his palms and the width of his fingers between yours.

“What about you?” John asks.

“What about me what?”

“Tell me the silliest interaction you have had working as a barista.”

“Whew, that might take all night. Top of mind though, was the guy who showed up at the wrong coffee shop for a first date.”

“How long did it take him to figure it out?”

“An hour,” you emphasize the last word. “He thought he had been stood up.”

John laughed at the man’s misfortune. The drive went on like that, trading stories back and forth until John pulled up outside of a pretty nondescript building with a large overhead door that cars typically went through. No cars would fit through this one though, the opening showed tables and decorative glass pieces.

“You know I didn’t ask before but what are we doing on this date?” You ask as you stare at the beautiful and intricate works of blown glass.

“We are making some blown glass pieces. You can do an ornament for Christmas or a cup,” John steps from the car with a finger up to ask for your patience.

Appreciating the way he moves you watch him round the car. Smiling up at him as he opens the door you take the offered hand, sliding the fingers of your left hand into his. Entering the spacious building you look around at the orbs hanging artfully along one wall.

“Hi guys, welcome in. Do you have an appointment?” A young woman with blonde beach waves greats you, eyes jumping straight to John.

You can’t blame her, he is an attractive man, despite the funny facial hair decisions he makes sometimes.

“We do, the couples hour under the last name Price?”

You almost didn’t catch it but he tilted your hand to so she couldn’t see your lack of ring. Smiling up at him he winks at you when he glances from the receptionist. Two small taps to your nose confirm your understanding.

“Okay, are you wanting to do an ornament or a cup?” The blonde asks in a slightly more subdued tone.

“Cup for me, love?”

John turns to you.

“Cup for me as well please.”

“Okay, you can pick up to two colors and whether or not you want a band on your cup. Al will be with you shortly.”

You pull John to look over your options. The date doesn’t leave a lot of room for talking, but warm glances while standing at the furnace, slowly working with Al to keep the slug of molten glass spinning. Whoever decided on when to have newbies help with this process understood the lack of skill the average John would have.

Glad you avoided putting on make-up on John’s recommendation, you wipe at the back of your neck where sweat has started to collect. Once the cups were settled into the annealing oven, you did find stepping from the studio a startling refreshing experience.

“I had fun John. Thank you,” you infuse as much warmth and honesty into your words as you can manage.

He pulls your interlocked hands to his lips, dropping a kiss on the back of your hand.

“Bonus is that I get to take you out again when they are ready for pickup,” he lifts both brows at you from under his hat.

“All that means is I get to spend more time with you. What a hardship,” you roll your eyes as your sarcasm lands.

John scoops you close with a spin.

“Come on brat, let’s get you some food. I know you didn’t eat enough today.” He nuzzles his beard into the space between your shoulder and chin.

You squeal and pull away, “Hey, I resemble that remark!”

He smiles again, wide and full at you.

“Get in the car love.”

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

~Yanderes For Everyone~

Here's some yandere prompts and imagines, both romantic and platonic, for those who want some non sexual yandere adoration ❤️ Happy Pride!

Romantic/Asexual Scenarios:

M!Yandere x M!Reader

Yandere!Best Friend who couldn't figure out at first why it hurt so badly when you had friends other than him until a classmate attempted to ask you out

Yandere!Best Friend really just wants the two of you to continue playing games together, and live together, and adopt a couple of dogs together, and grow old together.. y'know, like how best friends do

Yandere!Best Friend becomes a complete menace when he learns what asexuality is, and that one can be both gay and ace

Yandere!Best Friend who is determined to prove that you don't need anyone else but him, even if it means cutting you off from the outside world

Yandere!Best Friend's method of "seduction" is stealthily turning off your phone's notifications while you're hanging out and tricking you into staying over longer than you intended

"You can't leave yet! I forgot to show you this new game I bought; it has couch co-op, and I just put pizza bites in the oven!"

Fem!Yandere x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Nun who enjoys her days at the convent, tending to flowers and taking care of those in need. She doesn't care so much about her vows to God, but enjoys a life free from the societal expectations she was gifted from birth as a woman.

Yandere!Nun is stunned when she sees you for the very first time. It was like witnessing an angel descend upon the earth, or experiencing a divine prophetic dream

Yandere!Nun loves being near her own personal angel, who's voice brings a joy she's never known before

Yandere!Nun is crushed when she learns that this isn't a final home for you like it is for her, and is instead merely a way for you to receive an education before your inevitable debut into society

Yandere!Nun who becomes determined to keep you with her, forever tending to the garden and feeding the poor, and decides that she will do whatever it takes to keep you by her side...

"Really, aren't you safer here? I mean, under God's protection, we can be happy! ..together.."

Yandere!Succubus x GN!Reader

Yandere!Succubus who's never enjoyed sex, not even once in the past thousand years she's been alive

Yandere!Succubus feels she must "grin and bear it", putting on a fake smile and bracing herself for the worse when she is once again summoned to the human world

Only to be floored by you, who summoned her from a spell in an ominous old book you found in the attic, not knowing that she was a succubus

Yandere!Succubus can feel herself falling for you every time she is summoned for some mundane task that doesn't involve her body, whether it be helping you finish a work assignment last minute or assisting with household chores

Yandere!Succubus refuses to answer the summoning rituals of lonely humans, instead spending all her time with you, even when you don't call for her

Yandere!Succubus knows that when it's your time, you will inevitably be punished, and has already made plans for your "departure" from this world

It'll be like you never died, you'll blink and be 25 again, baking cookies with her in your kitchen while she tells you about her day, laughing as she flirts with you and never questioning why Monday never seems to arrive

Yandere!Merman x GN!Reader

Yandere!Merman who meets you in a very silly and cliche way: being rescued after getting tangled up in garbage

Yandere!Merman acts distraught when you refuse to accept any gifts from him, trying to convince him that you don't need to be rewarded for doing the right thing

Yandere!Merman finds himself enamored with you, wanting to extend your visit longer, going as far as to grab your ankle when you try to leave

He begins running out of reasons to keep you, but you promise you'll be back again in the morning, and boy does he feel like crying when you stay true to your word and return to him

Yandere!Merman feels a little guilty about deceiving you, but when he learns that you're only there on "vacation" and that you'll be going "back to work" soon, he had to do something!

Yandere!Merman who finally gets you to accept a gift, a little glass vial that he claims is a traditional drink his people enjoy

He apologizes over and over again when the "drink" causes you to transform, robbing you of your legs. Wiping your tears away and crying himself, claiming that he had no idea it would have that affect on a human! But that he's ready to take responsibility, and take care of you for the rest of your new life under the water..

Yandere!Spirit x GN!Reader

Yandere!Spirit who's been dead for so long that they've forgotten what it was like to be human

Their body has warped as they lost memories of their previous life, elongating and discoloring, their skin a hollow grey and their body thin and stretched

Yandere!Spirit is approached one day by you, a human who not only can see them, but isn't afraid of them

Yandere!Spirit had forgotten what warmth was, but being in your presence was almost like having a heartbeat again

Yandere!Spirit becomes addicted to you, begging to stay by your side and continue basking in the sunlight of your smile, feeling that this is what it must have felt like to be alive

"Don't ask me to stay home.. does it really bother you that people think you're talking to yourself? I just.. please don't leave me again.."

Aroace/Platonic Scenarios:

Yandere!Catboy x GN!Reader

Yandere!Catboy who breaks into your house one day, and decides that your home is now his home as well

Yandere!Catboy demands attention and affection when he wants it.. and it usually just happens to be when you're busy

Yandere!Catboy has no sense of personal space, and didn't care if you're on the phone with your mother, he needs to use your lap as a pillow right. now.

Yandere!Catboy is a pain in the ass, treating you like a prince's servant, but he adores you in his own, possessive way

"Why do you smell like another cat?! I don't care if that skank was an aCtUaL cAt, those hands should only be rubbing these ears! Now get to it!"

Yandere!Big Sister x GN!Reader

Yandere!Big Sister who isn't actually related to you, but took pity on you and offered you a ride one night when you were walking home in the rain

Yandere!Big Sister sees herself in you, despite the gender difference, believing you to be as lonely as she is

Yandere!Big Sister begins keeping an eye out for you on her trips around town, doing her best to gain your trust slowly enough where she wouldn't scare you off

Yandere!Big Sister invites herself over to your apartment the moment she thinks you might not hate her, bringing gifts of junk food and beer

Yandere!Big Sister is so convinced that you are like her, that she "protects" you from your "obviously shitty" family, blocking their numbers on your phone while you're passed out, isolating you from the people that would hurt you

"That ass forgot your birthday?! I'm so sorry, kiddo.. If it makes you feel any better.. I already picked up a cake on my way over here~"

Yandere!Cult x Deity!Reader

Yandere!Cult Members who passionately worship you with a fervor that makes you worried for their mental stability

Resurrected from obsoletion, you were obviously overwhelmed with joy, being a small, nearly forgotten deity.. but when you witnessed your congregation, you realized they weren't regular worshippers

Yandere!Cult Members exist in a state of ecstasy for you, giving up their lives to join the cult they made in your name

Yandere!Cult Members who take what little text survived from your past followers, and turned it into a doctrine so absolute, that any deviation has them on their knees begging for forgiveness

And when you make yourself known, trying to calm the pitiful humans, share some comfort with them that you are not a god that enjoys this kind of devotion, the Yandere!Cult is in a state of euphoria, unable to comprehend your words..

"You appear! For us! We are not worthy of your presence, and yet you are such a kind and loving god that you appear.. for us!! No sacrifice is too great for one such as yourself!!"

Yandere!Toy Maker x GN!Reader

Yandere!Toy Maker who never liked humans; they talk too much, they smell funny, they grow old, and worse of all, they die

Yandere!Toy Maker changes his tune when he first meets you

Yandere!Toy Maker is fascinated by you, because unlike most humans, you don't annoy him; you're like a wind up dolly, only saying what he wants to hear

Yandere!Toy Maker uses you as his inspiration, making toys and dolls of all types that look like you, often gifting you adult sized clothes that are replicas of the outfits he makes for the little yous

Yandere!Toy Maker seriously considers stuffing your body, turning you into a toy that will never grow old; never leave him

But he could never.. even if he put a drawstring on your back, it wouldn't be the same.. he still doesn't have enough recordings of you talking to replace your presence..

✨Bonus✨

Yandere!Bed x GN!Reader

The mattress was on sale at the cheap little store you were visiting for the first time. And honestly, the deal was too good to pass up. When was the last time you got a new bed? Didn't you deserve to wake up not in pain?

So you brought it home.

It was a pain in the ass, but you got it into your apartment by yourself and set it up.

It. Was. Heaven.

You couldn't remember the last time you fell asleep so quickly, but it felt like you blacked out the second you laid down. In fact, it was so comfortable, you slept through all three of your alarms.

Shit.

But even being late to work and getting yelled at by your boss didn't faze you. The entire day it was like you were walking on clouds; you were so well rested that all you could think about was going home to your new bed: excited to sleep again.

And for the first couple of weeks, your coworkers didn't say anything. But they began worrying about you, suspecting that you might be depressed or something. All you talked about was your bed; how you never slept so well in your life, how laying down was like falling straight into the dream world... But you never looked worse.

Despite your claims that you were sleeping like a corpse, you were beginning to look like the dead. The bags under your eyes were hollow and heavy, your skin was paling, and your movements were slow and weak.

However, it didn't matter what they said.

That mattress was the single best purchase you've ever made in your whole entire life.

Lying down was like being enveloped in the embrace of a parent.

It didn't bother you when your boss fired you in front of your concerned fellow employees..

It just meant that you would have more time to sleep.

[rosemaryblossoms]

Monster Call of Duty Men with a dread ducky demon reader

Author’s Note: characters may be out of character, Dread Ducky is one of my favorite characters in dark deception and I’m also getting into call of duty so I made this, cod monster types are based off of the designs of @bluegiragi , I hope you enjoy it. I also might make a gold watcher and doom ducky one, hell I might make a murder monkey one. I apologize if I get some stuff wrong about call of duty. Let me know if you want more.

You were a Dread Ducky, a demon who was made of flesh and robotics, wearing your traffic cone hat and doing the dance of your people with pride, not afraid to bust some ass either if they say otherwise. Just like your mama who was a Doom Ducky demon, you wanted to join the military and wallop those asses in battle and have justice served. When you first got there, you already felt eyes on you by others soldiers. Some were curious stares and some were “what the hell is that” stares but you pushed them away because there was no way you were going to let them ruin your day. Price had read your files and he was both impressed in your skills and is interested in you, he was the first one to welcome you to the team when you got there. Price always gives a listening ear even if you can’t really speak and you mostly communicate through quacks and movement. Your silly duck dance manages to make him crack a smile. In battle, the dragon hybrid man is impressed by your strength and moves, especially when you open your mouth real wide only to reveal another head coming out with a swift movement to bite and drag your opponent back to your mouth like a cuckoo clock. In the background of the battle field fighting and watching you kick ass like “that’s my boy/girl/Ducky”.

Ghost was suspicious of you when he first met you, he observes you from a far, when he finally opens up to you more he will tell the most cheesy dad jokes. “Hey what do you call a bear that has no teeth?”. . . . . “A gummy bear” (sorry I had too, my bad 😂💀) “what did the duck say to the bar tender?”. . . . . “Put it on my bill.” (Ok fine I’ll stop)

He enjoys just sitting down with you, there’s a smile behind his mask when you do your ducky dance, he doesn’t know why but he manages to crack a smile and let out a snort when you do it. He also can’t help but to crack a smile behind his mask when you make quacks to say “hey ghost how are you doing?” And “what up Lt.” as for Soap, he loves you, Johnny loves you, from your traffic cone hat to your ducky dance and to your cute little waddles when you walk or run. He was always curious about your monster type and he finds you both cool and adorable. He hypes you up when you ducky dance, he will also make an attempt to try to do your ducky dance as well with a funky beat in the background. It always blows a circuit in his mind when you sit down because it looks like your legs completely disappeared without a trace. He also asks if he can ride you (Ayo? Not like that, he means like a piggy or more like ducky back ride) Gaz like soap, loves you, he also hypes up your sweet dance moves. he might attempt on trying to do your ducky dance. He runs around with you on free time. He in enjoys roof top talks with you and goofing off with you.

You and Alejandro get along, you two are dance buddies, you two joke around and laugh a lot. You love helping Rudy, Soap, and Gaz play pranks then act a fool when you are questioned by it.

In the end they love you, you are their chaotic ball of sunshine.

[sadsimp]

With an Asexual Reader!

We need some representation in this fandom. So aces babes this is for you 😌

Includes: Keegan, Alejandro, Ghost, Price.

Warnings: Bad grammar, If any let me know :3 This is my first time writing so I’m sorry if it’s bad

Ghost-     

He might not know what the word means so, he looks at you like  “Asexual? What’s that? Is this your sad attempt at a joke? 🤨” 

After some explaining and he understands he’s totally fine with it. “There’s a word for that? Oh.. cool.” 

I believe he might be ace honestly, he just didn’t know that there was a word for it

Happy that you trust him with that knowledge and never judges you for it. Will fight anyone who says shit

I think after a while of thinking he might come out as well

“Ace Buddies :D” You laugh and open your arms for a hug. He raises an eyebrow and slowly lets himself be hugged and holds you tight. “Whatever you say love.”

10/10

Price-      

You would need to explain because he doesn’t know what it means, but after you tell him, he’s chill. It might take some time for him to understand that you still love him even though you don’t want to have sex. 

Since he’s a bit older(not by that much he’s only 37) he’s used to having sex being apart of relationships but he’s willing to let it go for you

He asks your boundaries, and if he’s being to much with small things like holding your hand or kissing. He’s perfectly fine with going at your pace and wants you to be comfortable and happy. 

“Did you really think that would change anything?” He asks you softly. He takes your hand and gives it a small pec. “Of course not, I love you and nothing will ever change that darling.” You chuckle and wipe some tears that have dropped on your cheeks and give him a hug.  9/10

Alejandro-    

He’s so chill. Like for real

He admires you for telling him and being able to bring up something as personal as that. “ Gracias por decirmelo, encantadora/ encantador.” ( thank you for telling me, lovely.”

Asks what your boundaries are and what you don’t want after you tell him 

Will fight anyone who says shit in a 50 mile radius of you. Will not let you feel ashamed either

“Mi vida, you know not to listen to them. Don’t pay them any mind.” He kisses your cheek and holds out his hand for you to take. You shake your head, and grab his hand. “You’re right, let’s get out of here.” 

Buys you Pride stuff anytime he comes across it. Brings it home with the biggest smile. Will wear the Pride stuff too.

Goes with you to pride parades if you want <3

100/10

Keegan-  

 Would be totally fine with you being asexual. Whether it’s during the events of the game or after, he doesn’t care

I personally see him as being greysexual, meaning he experiences very little sexual attraction 

When you told him that you were asexual he just nodded and came out with you

“Hey Kee?” You asked walking up to him. It’s not often you have free time, and you’ve been meaning to get this off your chest for a while.�� He looked up for a brief moment and then went back to cleaning his gun. “Yeah?” You stood there for a moment and took a deep breath. “Can I tell you something?” 

You were nervous, he could tell. You were bouncing on your heels and playing with your hands. “You can tell me anything you know that.” He patted the spot next to him. You took a deep breath and sat down. You thought for a while on how you wanted to say it. “I’m asexual… I don’t really like or care for sex.” 

You did it. You said it. The room was quiet besides your breathing, and the outside chatter. He didn’t say anything for a second, he stopped cleaning and looked at you. You were scared he was gonna break up with you right then and there. Call you picky, or weird, say he wanted nothing to do with you. 

“We’re in the same boat then, I’m greysexual. Thanks for telling me.” He spoke, and went back to cleaning his gun. You were dumbfounded, he was alright with this? He nudged you with his arm, and you made eye contact, “We’re gonna be fine, Hun. Don’t you worry.” 

10/10

[circusinthewalls]

Mornin' fellow aroace folk I hope you know that I love you and that my writing will always be for you someway somehow

[syd-vixious]

PSA for those who write König x reader and Ghost x reader stories. Can one of y’all PLEASE write one with an AFAB!reader who’s asexual please? I have yet to see any if at all. I need this in my life and some representation please… Like they don’t have to be any of the more specific categories like demi and aromantic but just like basic asexual. Please 🥺

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Nero, where you're there, could I get some fluffy HCs with Abigor from ghost rider with an asexual goth reader plz? Just had an argument about how "asexuality isn't a thing, and you won't find anyone if you keep believing it is. Which is fine, lots of people want to be alone." But I DON'T want to be alone! And it just got me a little, and now I feel like shit. Sorry if I'm being selfish. Don't feel you have to write anything for this.

Right. For a start, anon, you are NOT being selfish. Secondly, you are valid, and whoever said that to you had no right to say that. Just because they can't understand it doesn't give them licence to go saying hurtful things. They don't have to understand to accept. Unfortunately, I know this struggle all too well myself. My family just doesn't seem to be able to get their heads around it either. It's a tough one, but at the end of the day, we are who we are! If they can't accept that, that's a them issue, not an us issue!

Now, onto business! One fluffy demon with his ace s/o coming right up! Gotta say, I don't think I've seen anyone write for him before, so this is gonna be interesting, I have quite a few headcanons for him tbh! He was one of my comfort characters for the longest times when I was going through a rough spot over a decade ago, so yeah... a lot of this will probably be me projecting a little, too. Sorry! I hope these are up to expectations!

🎃

Above all, he is so supportive of you. He loves you and will stand by you no matter what. You're asexual? And? He loves you, and that's not going to change anything. He's a demon. There's nothing 'conventional' about him, so why should his s/o or their relationship be any different?

I'd say he'd protect you with his life, but being a demonic entity (and this is where one of my headcanons comes in a little*¹), he can't really die, so that sentiment is irrelevant really.

If someone dares talk down to you, belittles you, or otherwise disrespect you, he will ensure they regret it one way or another. If you are really adverse to him killing the perpetrator, he will find other ways to make their life a misery: ensuring that they can't go anywhere, and I mean anywhere, without a gust of wind messing up their hair +/ outfit. Or blowing a neatly swept pile of dust/leaves etc at the moment they were about to clear it up. If that doesn't work, he'll use his elemental power to sneak into their house and start wreaking havoc with their possessions. If that still fails to affect them, then he'd start appearing and threatening them personally until they ceased their torment.

He will give you lots of surprise hugs; materialising out of thin air and wrapping himself around you, his body only partly formed, allowing him to engulf you almost completely.

He has, on more than one occasion, lent you his coat, either when it's cold out and you've forgotten your own or if he's going to be unavailable for a while, he'll leave it with you both so you have a part of him there with you and as a promise that he'll come back.

He loves your aesthetic. I can see him being easily persuaded to become [more] goth*² (me and Scorpio were just having a debate as to whether he was already goth... I said not really but has potential, Scorp said he 100% is... so...)

Will often bring you gifts that he thinks you'd like, be it trinkets, ornaments and little things for your home or accessories and clothes. He loves seeing your reactions when he gifts you something.

He loves doing "human" things with you as he puts it, such as listening to music*³, watching movies/TV shows*⁴, cooking (with help from you). He tried reading but couldn't get into it, though Abigor wearing reading glasses is definitely a Look™️!

When the two of you are spending any length of time at your place, he's taken to wearing more loose-fitting clothing, namely band t-shirts and joggers/lounge pants.

Probably projecting here again, but cemetery dates. You're goth, he's a goth(?) Demon, where better?! It's quiet, it's spooky to most but comforting to the two of you, you can admire the architecture of the gravestones... the list goes on.

He likes being close to you in some way, be that just sitting next to you, or holding hands, or having an arm around you to, if you are comfortable with it, practically clinging to you, snuggling into you, lying on you or pulling you ontop of himself.

If you two are sharing a bed, expect to wake up completely engulfed in air demon: in his sleep, he has a habit of becoming not-quite-solid, and as a result, you will likely find yourself surrounded.

Oh, and expect him to come up with some really good ghost stories too! Though whether they are fictitious or actual things he's witnessed +/ experienced is open for debate. He is a demon, after all.

¹ when the respective demons were "killed", I believe that really what happened was more an inconvenience. They sort of get sent back to hell to pull themselves back together (both figuratively and literally) and are 100% able to return after a while.

² while writing this, I was imagining Air boi in some pretty awesome outfits tbh. And you can't tell me that he hasn't tried a steampunk look at least once(this might be me projecting a little, though)! And eyeliner. Kinda went full on corpse paint at one point, but as awesome as that looked in my head, it just reverted back to regular eyeliner.

³I have a feeling he'd be into rock and metal from the 70s/80s mostly, some bands I think he'd be into are: Aerosmith, Mötley Crüe, Motörhead, Twisted Sister and Megadeth.

⁴I think he would like watching true crime shows a lot. Idk why, just think he would. And paranormal stuff, though mostly to laugh at the insanity of it all when most things shown on them are clearly hoaxes.

[lennadanvers]

Bringing this back for Pride because it was written with alterous attraction in mind (also, in my head these two end up in a qpr) (poor baby feels so much he isn't even sure what he's feeling so much of) (but I do know) (he wants warm hugs and someone who will take care of him)

I wrote this because everything I found in the fandom was full of sex/romance, and even though I enjoy reading that sometimes, I also need something else. I wanted something that most people could relate to, so it's really up to you what Simon's feelings are here. For me, he has a priority (you), he's full of love, but he's scared to act on it because it is not easy to explain (as in society doesn't have a known name + definion for what he feels and wants, so he's kinda lost, because how would you understand it?)

For my ace, aro, and aroace people, this was made for you🫶🏼

Three times Simon wanted to hug you (and the one time he did)

I wrote this for ao3 originally. I'm working on the final part, so I thought I'd start reposting here in the meantime. I hope someone likes it. I feed on comments btw. Just leaving that there.

Ghost’d had missions go badly before… No, scratch that. He had been part of missions that had gone terribly. Some he had barely survived. A lot had failed. That just happens.

Still, he felt like shit.

He was familiar with the feeling. He didn’t understand it, though. Everyone in his team had made it out alive. Even more than that, there had been only a couple minor injuries. That was a luxury he had learned to appreciate. Yes, the target they were supposed to find and bring back to base was laying, dead, on the floor of the helicopter. It wasn’t an especially gruesome sight, either. One shot at the back, most of the blood was still wet on the floor of the enemy base. Ghost had seen people practically turned inside out; this was almost as pleasant at it could get.

He had been dragging the target. The target, because they didn’t have a name. They never did. It had been a person. A very well informed person, if he had to guess, based on the urgency to get them back. Now they were a corpse. They had made the transition in his arms. He hadn’t even realized the target had bled out until they were already flying back.

Price wasn’t going to be happy, but he knew how the job was. Casualties were expected. At least the target wasn’t in anybody else’s hands.

Ghost looked down at his own. His gloves were dirty. If he flexed his fingers, he’d feel the stickiness of the blood. He knew the feeling well enough to be certain that the burning of the cold water of the sink wouldn’t erase it.

The movement of the helicopter landing made him look up. He jumped over the body of the target and stepped out. The sun didn’t touch his skin, completely covered in military grade fabric. But he felt it nonetheless.

His eyes, used to scanning his surroundings, had found you standing at the edge of the helipad. You were right next to the medics, ready to help save the corpse he had dragged here. Suddenly, Ghost became aware of every little sore and tense spot in his body. He had always thought you were capable. Your hands were smaller than his, more delicate- everyone’s were- but still ruthless and unwavering. He took a deep breath and wondered how long it would take you to get rid of all the knots in his back.

Your neck looked pretty, too. No, not pretty. He almost shook his head. Inviting. Warm. Your blood was close to the surface there, but still hidden. Where it belonged. He tore his gloves off, struggling with the stickiness.

Ghost didn’t cry. It wasn’t a matter of pride, or toughness. He had simply forgotten how to. But he started to walk towards you and felt the heat flooding his throat. The closer he got, the smaller you looked and the more pathetic he felt. His boots dragged him across the cement; yours were steady, still. Clean. He was covered in dirt. Another step and he was almost at arms reach. His uniform was itchy. He hadn’t noticed that since he was a rookie. And his holsters were tight, Ghost made sure of that.

Would you hold him tighter?

Would you be warm? Warmer than the target? You’d feel alive.

You’d smell of your shampoo- he had grown used to its fragrance in the showers: it lingered and overpowered his unscented one, even if you had left hours ago. It reminded him of warm, cleansing water. Of the feeling of being bare.

He shook his head. The mask was getting uncomfortable. Your skin looked so soft, though. He blinked. Your collarbone against his lashes. The idea made him inhale deeply.

Another step and he was next to you. You smiled at him; not a big smile, rather a small, confused one. Ghost stared at you for a second, the tears stabbing his throat. All he could do, head ducking as if aiming to hide in your neck, was to shake his head.

Then another step and he kept walking to his barracks: back still tense, nose still burning with the smell of gunpowder, hands itching with dry blood.

Part 2

[islayhawkin]

Simon "ghost" riley with ED (erectile dysfunction) and PE (premature ejaculation) due to his past.

Is extremely frustrated and embarrassed every time he fails to perfom. Can't stand the feeling of not having something, his own body, under control. Will tell you how you deserve better and won't be able to meet your eye afterwards.

Sometimes you find him in your shared room aggresivly jerking off as if force would fix him. You need to cautiously make him stop with soft words of reassurance so he doesn't hurt himself.

Will act as if it doesn't bother him and hold his stoic face on everytime you see him struggle with it. If you try to speak to him about it he will get defensive and slightly angry that you would even suggest such a thing. But you can see right through him and small parts of those feelings crack throught his wall once you hold him after a nightmare at the break of dawn.

Talked once with johnny about it when they were a bit tipsy and it was never brought up again. Simon kept the most straight face as if they were talking about the weather.

Simon riley, who wants you to touch him with your soft hands all over. Making him feel strong and grounded. But tries to cover up his private area afraid that you'll be dissapointed and will love him less. Even though he wants you to touch him there so badly. It's the most comforting touch to him.

Simon riley, who apologieses nonchalantly when he ejaculates too fast. And tries to please you in any way he can which made you stop him on multiple occasians.

He can't go throught with any treatment because he is to often away and can't continue it consistently.

It wouldn't work much anyways since he doesn't allow himself to heal from his ptsd even though he gets better at letting you help him throught time and trust.

Simon riley with a ace partner, making him feel comfortable when he can't perform. Touching him dispite his inconsistency on his wish and not needing anything else from him in return.

At the beginning he thought you only said that you didn't want sex to make him feel better and was adamant on finding out what you wanted/liked without talking about it. Because let's face it: he's not good at talking about his feelings at all.

When you react badly to his suggestions/advances he has the biggest shock and will literally not dare to put a finger on you again in case he makes you uncomfortable. Will deny it when you want to talk to him about it.

Once you did tell him everything, when you figured out how it burdned him, he would ALWAYS ask before doing literally anything. "Is this okay?" "Can I touch you?" "Are you uncomfortable?" Are constant murmurs throught his deep throat around you.

Was afraid a long time every time he did the first step at touching you that he is doing something wrong. And battled with those thoughts at night when he wanted, no, needed to touch you so he felt grounded and sure that you were safe.

When you two figure it out together after a long time you are literally the perfect sexual match.

Simon riley not being the sex beast he is often described as.

[syoddeye]

cozy fic recs 🍁🎃

it's been 84 years since i've compiled a rec list, but with cooler weather incoming, here are some fics/drabbles/concepts to settle in and cozy up with. want something scarier? check the spooky list.

no longer updating

as usual:

beyond the cut, you are responsible for reading tags, warnings, and summaries. some fics are in progress, so keep in mind that warnings and tags may change.

organized by pairing if applicable.

i've checked all the links, but if they're broken, i blame tumblr. i've included enough info to find the fic if need be.

do not harass authors. i will find you.

price x reader

Invisible Red Line by @mikichko | transmasc!Reader

I Wonder How Many Days I'll Bled by thethingsthatimake | f!Reader

Already Spoken For by @stellewriites | trans!Price x f!Reader

Price Dressing You Up by @tojisun | f!Reader

The Prowl by @cordeliawhohung | f!Price

Ursa Major by @the-californicationist | f!Reader

Price and Your Terrible Family by @391780 | f!Reader

Hygiene Care with Price by @secretsynthetic | Reader

Fall from Grace by @tropes-and-tales | f!Reader

Not What Was Sought by @dozeydaisy

ghost x reader

Transferrable Skills by @dragonnarrative-writes | f!Reader

Autistic Burnout by @dutiful-wildcraft | m!OC Darren "Thumper" Martin

Mail Order Bride by @bi-writes | f!Reader

Through Me (The Flood) by @peachesofteal | f!Reader

Snowblind by @sprout-fics | f!OC Fix

Star of the Show by @inkbybambi | f!Reader

Synthetic by @pricegouge | transmasc!Reader

A Reminder by @waiting-so-long | f!Reader

Landslide by @knightjpg | f!Reader

gaz x reader

The Five Year Plan by @wraithdance | f!Reader

Blackbird, Fly by @eowynstwin | f!Reader

Piccadilly Circus by @/391780 | f!Reader

Attentive by @/391780 | f!Reader

Picture Day by @kyletogaz | f!Reader

The Uni Verse by @/kyletogaz | f!Reader

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by @sentientcave | f!OC Rory

Spoiling Kyle @/buttdumplin | transmasc!Reader

A Ride Home @/buttdumplin | Reader

No Hard Feelings by @groguspicklejar | f!Reader

Boyfriend Material by @/groguspicklejar | f!Reader

You're an Angel, I'm a Dog by @cordeliawhohung | f!Reader

Suck it and See by @pfhwrittes | transmasc!Reader

Delete Tinder by @/pricegouge | f!Reader

soap x reader

cowboy!Soap by @ghouljams | f!Reader

Personal Training by @spurbleu | f!Reader

(hunka hunka) burnin' love by @/pfhwrittes | f!Reader

paciencia y fe by @/mikichko | gn!Reader

141 x reader

Cherry Bomb by @swordsandholly | f!Reader

Pierced Ears by @buttdumplin | gn!Reader

The 141 Oiling Your Hair by @femalefemur | Reader

No Binder by @/pfhwrittes | transmasc!Reader

After The End by @waves-against-a-cliff | Reader

other pairings

Across the Way by @/swordsandholly | Ghoap x f!Reader

Chao Mi Niño by @/mikichko | Ghoap x Reader

Laird MacTavish by @auspicioustidings | Poly 141

Call of the Jurassic by @stuffireadandenjoy. | Ghoap, but also the 141 vs. dinosaurs!

The Wellyboot Incident Follow-Up by @pricegouge | PriceGaz x Reader

Get Her a Dog (She'll be Happier for It) by @/pricegouge | PriceSoap x f!Reader

Laswell's Little Assistant by @waves-against-a-cliff | Laswell x f!Reader

Aro!Ghost/Price/Reader by @secretsynthetic | Ghost/Price/Reader

Service Dog Johnny by @void-my-warranty | Ghoap x f!Reader

Asexual Reader by @sigh-tofm | 141 HCs

Branding (Kinktober) by @dragonnarrative-writes | Price x Ghost

general

Righteous Fury by @gemmahale

Citations Needed by @/pfhwrittes

The Daemon AU by @/pfhwrittes

Simon and That Mean Cat by @/stuffireadandenjoy

Driving Headcanons by @kaadaaan

Sunday Dinner Headcanons by @/kaadaaan

beautifall, feeling pretty gourd about this list 🍂 banner by @/cafekitsune

[withlove-xixi]

— NEW LIKE MORNING DEW: sanji x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TWO: MASTURBATION ᥫ cw: nsfw, masturbation, praise, afab reader, dom/sub ᥫ wc: 1371 ★ this is a bit self-indulgent for me (i think a lot of the kinktober fics are) and ... this is ... probably the only fic that's somewhat based off my personal experience (embarrassed.) (im a virgin and also an asexual lesbian.) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— A CHEF’S HANDS WERE HIS NUMBER ONE WEAPON.

[♡]: it was a principle sanji was taught as a kid working at the baratie, one that later grew to the meticulous habit of keeping his hands free of blemishes and injury. as a result of his care, he's quite skilled with his hands, able to switch from crushing pressure to just barely the ghost of a touch. so of course there were a few tricks sanji wanted to teach you.

"THAT'S IT, EASY NOW."

You whimper in response, cheeks flushing a bit brighter, embarrassed from the position you were in. You lay by the edge of the bed, your legs draped over it, spread wide and held in place by Sanji’s hands. He kneels in front of you, his lips pressing encouraging kisses on your inner thighs, his breath fanning against your skin. Blue eyes watch intently at your core, occasionally flicking upwards to meet yours in a loving and reassuring gaze.

“S-sanji…” You call, voice slightly shaky.

He quickly shushes you, pressing another kiss on your thigh, his thumbs smoothing over your skin. “You can do it. You can be good for me right, darling?” He coos, voice so sweet and patient, you couldn’t help but melt.

You nod with a pout, brows furrowed. Sanji only chuckles in response, kissing a bit higher, a bit closer to where you ache the most. You whimper when his lips don’t meet your cunt and he tuts you.

“Thought you said you wanted to learn these things, darling,” Sanji asks, his fingers drumming against you.

You lift your head up to look at him, frowning. “But… Can’t you do it?” You plead.

Sanji chuckles again. “You can’t learn if I keep doing things for me. And you said you can be good for me, yeah?” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. “Now, push your fingers all the way down, near your ass hole.”

Flustered by his curtness, you do as he says, gently pushing your fingers down as he instructed. You shiver at the feel of your own fingers against your slit and Sanji smiles at your reaction. His thumbs go back to rubbing circles on your thighs, soothing you.

“That’s it, good job, darling. That was so good.” He punctuates the praise with kisses, eyes trained on the slick pooling at your entrance. Sanji licks his lips in anticipation. “Now—” his voice is a bit shaky “—bring ‘em back up to your clit. Ah, ah! No. darling.”

You whine, but your fingers instinctively freeze anyway. “Slowly, slowly, dear. That’s it. So good, darling. You’re doing so good.”

You whimper at the sensation, the featherlight touch barely pressing against your cunt, and at the way praise just seemed to casually roll off Sanji’s tongue. You gingerly repeat the process, letting your digits glide down your slit then slide back up, trying your hardest to keep as little pressure on yourself as possible since Sanji had instructed it.

His lips continue to kiss your thighs as he watches you work, eyes practically glued on the delicate movement of your fingers, studying the way your cunt twitches at each touch, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest.

He hums and leans a bit closer, enough that you feel his warm breath against your core. “Put your fingers on your clit for me, darling.” Sanji instructs, his voice slow, tender.

Almost trance-like, you nod drowsily, fingers shyly lifting off and pressing gentle on your clit. You hips buck at the sudden feeling, a soft whimper follows.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” Sanji coos as his hands move further upward, thumbs spreading your folds apart. “Could you circle around it for me, love? Slowly, just like earlier.”

You bite your lip, partly bracing yourself as you begin to very slowly and lightly trace circles on your clit. The sensation instantly has you moaning, a soft, shy moan you can’t help but let out as electric shocks shoot up your spine, setting your stomach aflutter.

Sanji watches a bit more intently now, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth from the mere sight of you touching yourself, that combined with how obedient you were being for him, the reactions you’d have from the slightest bit of stimulation, and the strong smell of your pussy. It caught him a bit off guard at first, not expecting his proximity to even let him get a whiff but, God, he was so close now, he could practically taste you off your smell alone. And hearing the luring squelching sounds of your cunt combined with your labored breaths and meak moans? It was driving him crazy. Sending the blood straight down to his dick.

“Keep going, darling… Doing so good— you’re so good for me.” Sanji praises, and if you focus on it enough, you can tell there’s some form of strain in his voice, some tension that’s about to snap and make him lose his mind.

Your fingers keep swirling around your clit, encouraged by Sanji’s sweet praise and enticed by the sparks of pleasure it gave you. There’s a languid moan that leaves Sanji’s lips as his nose brushes against your slit, the tip of it wetting from your juices, followed by a soft rustling of fabric from somewhere below Sanji.

With his free hand, he undoes his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his rock hard cock. It takes all his restraint not to press his face any further into your cunt, not to stick his tongue out to lap up your sweetness and taste you on his lips. Another moan leaves his lips, it’s sticky heat fanning against your wetness, as he begins to slowly stroke himself.

“Love… stick your fingers in your cunt.” He instructs, his voice heavy, ridden with lust. “Two fingers inside you, please.”

There’s a meek noise that comes from your throat as you very carefully tread your fingers lower, the tips of them meeting your pulsing hole. You draw in a shaky breath, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. You hear Sanji groan at the sight, the noise followed by some sort of plea he slurs too softly for you to comprehend. His hand on your cunt reaches up for yours, slowly guiding your digits to push past your entrance and dip deeper and deeper inside yourself. Your breath stutters when you go past your second knuckle, the feeling of your walls clamping around your fingers so very foreign to you.

Sanji’s face lifts slightly, lips pressing against the back of your hand. “Does it feel good, darling? You feel how warm you are?” He asks as he rests his cheek against your tight, eyes now looking up at you.

Hesitantly, you nod. “Yes…” You reply breathlessly, teeth catching your bottom lip. “S-sanji…”

“Shhh… I know, dear, I know.” He coos as his eyes follow the shape of your body back down to where your fingers disappear into your cunt. “Push ‘em a bit deeper for me? Can you do that?”

You nod again. Slowly, you move your fingers again, pressing them further and further inside yourself until you can’t see them anymore. Sanji straight up moans at the sight, the noise unabashed and deep-sounding, causing you to whimper in response. There’s the faintest sound of skin slapping against skin, and when you realize it’s the sound of his hand pumping his dick, your walls clench around your fingers, the sudden tightness catching you off guard, causing you to arch your back in surprise.

Sanji’s head jolts up at your sudden movement, worried you had hurt yourself. But he watches your eyebrows twitch and your lips curl into a pout. Then, it amazes him more than it surprises him, he notices your fingers twitch, the slightest movement of your hand telling him that deep inside you, your fingers are curling themselves, pressing against the gummy walls of your cunt. He stills, almost upright as he watches you carefully as your flushed cheeks slowly relax when you let out a deep exhale. He studies your body language, the tensing of your shoulders, the heaving of your chest, the wet parting of your lips. Sanji’s just about to ask you if you’re alright, if you want him to take over and just relax, when he hears it. First was the sharp, shaky breath you draw in, next is the distinct squelch of your fingers drawing out and pushing back inside of you.

He looks down, eyes meeting the shy, experimental way you thrust your fingers in and out of you, and he licks his lips hungrily. You were a fast learner.

[lostintransist]

Relationships Masterlist

If you are looking for a specific vibes check that masterlist here. Masterlist here.

Choose Your Own Adventure Poll

Please know any time you like or reblog something noted with a 🩶 I worry if you are doing okay.

Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

🩶Tears of Dreams and Memories

🩶It Was Almost Love | AO3

This Bunny Bites Masterlist

In and Of Itself

Captain John Price X Reader

Seamstress Masterlist

Secrets Are For Grown Ups

Ghoap X Reader

🩶Sacrifice Doesn’t Hurt Less if They Don’t Love You

Tomorrows From Before Masterlist

*This is the backstory that will absorb Sacrifice Doesn’t Hurt Less if They Don’t Love You. So I guess don't read that if you don't want spoilers?

Secrets Are For Grown Ups

Ghoap

Falling Into Step, While Falling Out Of Line

König X Reader

Chiseled Heart- No estimated release date

Gary "Roach" Sanderson X Reader

Fallen Angel Masterlist

Polyam, Relationships noted below links

Liaison 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 Complete story on AO3 (38/38)

Price X Reader, König X Reader, Simon X Reader

Fallen Angel Masterlist

Asexual reader, polyam with team, but mostly romantic with Gary "Roach"

[schrodinger-swriter]

Helluva Hotel Masterlist

Here you will find my writings for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. I more so go off of what we are shown within the episodes, as I do not follow Vivzie and the crew on social media. Any headcanons that may go against what has been said outside of that is purely do to this fact. I stress that you be patient.

The characters listed below do not determine what characters I will and wont write for. I will not be writing for Valentino, though. For reasons I feel I do not need to explain.

CHARLIE:

F J O C for Charlie

B L T Z for Charlie

D G K U V for Charlie

Prompts 1 and 3 with Charlie

Prompts 2 8 and 11 with Charlie

VAGGIE:

B C J L T Z for Vaggie

ALASTOR:

Alastor x Deaf!Reader

Alastor x Short!Hotheaded!Reader

Alastor and the Reader pining for one another

H I P W for Alastor

S for Alastor

Alastor x Short!Plushie!Reader

A B C E G J K for Alastor

L Q R for Alastor

D N Y Z for Alastor

Prompts 3 and 4 with Alastor

Alastor and the Reader battling together

T X for Alastor

Prompts 8 11 12 with Alastor

Platonic Alastor x Reader who loves old music

Alastor x Cat Demon!Reader

SIR PENTIOUS:

Sir Pentious x Warm bodied!Reader

Sir Pentious and the Reader pining for one another

A D J Z for Sir Pentious

I K O P Q U for Sir Pentious

C H S X Y for Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious x Winged!Reader

Reader becoming jealous of Cherri Bomb

Sir Pentious x Bat!Reader

Sir Pentious x Intelligent!Inventor!Reader

Romantic Sir Pentious headcanons

Sir Pentious x Reader w/ a goat skull for a head

Prompts 3, 4, 11 with Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious with a partner who is maternal to the egg boiz

Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz with a Sick!Motherly!Reader

Marriage with Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious x Reader who is on their period

Sir Pentious saving the Reader

Sir Pentious x Reader who has self image issues

Sir Pentious x Girly!Reader

HUSK:

A C I J K N P Z for Husk

E H L R X for Husk

Platonic Father!Husker x Teen!Reader

ANGEL DUST:

A D F K L P Q T X for Angel Dust

C I Z for Angel Dust

Angel Dust x Asexual!Reader

Platonic Angel Dust x Reader who ghost writes erotica

NIFFTY:

B Y N for Niffty

C G I P for Niffty

LUCIFER:

A B E H for Lucifer

J K L Z for Lucifer

D I O X Y for Lucifer

R T for Lucifer

P U for Lucifer

Lucifer x Sinner!Reader

C for Lucifer

Lucifer x Fallen Angel!Reader

Lucifer x Reader who did something terrible for a good cause

Lucifer x Writer!Reader

Prompt 13 with Lucifer

Prompt 12 with Lucifer

Prompts 8 10 and 11 with Lucifer

Prompt 3 with Lucifer

Prompt 1 with Lucifer

Lucifer x Artist!Reader

Lucifer x Baker!Reader

Flying with Lucifer

Lucifer x Gardener!Reader

VOX:

C E I J M F for Vox

B D K for Vox

Vox x Cat Demon!Reader who bites him

Vox x Reader who gives him things

Prompts 8 9 10 with Vox

Prompts 5 and 12 with Vox

LUTE:

C K Z J for Lute

A B G H U for Lute

D E L V W for Lute

Prompts 1 3 12 with Lute

Prompt 10 with Lute

Prompt 5 with Lute

Prompts 8 and 13 with Lute

Prompts 7 and 15 with Lute

M R for Lute

ADAM:

B C K L P for Adam

Q U R X Z for Adam

CARMILLA:

Carmilla x Injured!Reader

Prompt 13 with Carmilla

A B C F J for Carmilla

ROSIE:

T V for Rosie

Prompts 2 and 13 with Rosie

C K Z for Rosie

J I for Rosie

Prompts 3 and 9 with Rosie

Rosie x Non Cannibal!Reader

FIZZ:

Platonic Fizz x Clown!Reader

STRIKER:

Striker x Reader who got cheated on by Blitz

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS:

Asmodeus and Fizz being friends with the reader

The main cast of Hazbin on Valentine's day

FLUFF ALPHABET

TROPES LIST

[cherryredstars]

could you write something for simon with an asexual partner please :)

luv ya have a nice day<3

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Asexual!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Indirect Mentions of Simon's SA

A/N: I hope your day is amazing, lovely anon! Haven't written for Si in AGES!

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It's a whole conversation. You have to really take time to sit him down and talk about it and what it means/how it will play a part in the relationship. The discussion is like two hours long. He truly just doesn't understand. Not in a 'wtf are you on, humans are made to want to have sex' way, but in a 'I'm literally an old man and I've been too busy trying to not die in foreign territories' way. (Let's be real, this man does not know any LGBTQ identities besides gay and lesbian and has no idea the f slur refers to anything other than a smoke).

He honestly thought you were telling him you were 'a sexual' when you said it to him. He just blinked at you slowly in confusion because he had genuinely no idea if this was your way of demanding sexual intimacy or like some weird foreplay. Like are you demanding him to treat you like an animal in heat or is this some weird test? And his way of asking for clarification?: "...like Johnny?" (A man who has no-filtered talked about wanting to pound into the first person he got his hands on at the nearby bar over lunch at your dining table).

Please be patient as you're explaining it to him, I beg you. He's repeatedly asking the same questions over and over again and repeating everything you say back because he's actually trying to understand and he doesn't want to mess anything up. Every other sentence he's nodding his head slowly and then just going, "so...basically-?" insert thing you just said but reworded. Please just explain it to him like he's a five year old, he really does feel like one right now.

Totally respects your choice and feelings around sex. He doesn't really go jumping for joy or is in the constant need for a release with everything he experienced in the past, so sex isn't a deal breaker for him in a relationship. You want zero sex because you just don't feel the need for it or simply don't like it? That's a-okay with him, he wasn't having sex before he met you and he doesn't see a reason why that needs to change now that you're together. You're okay with having sex but only under certain conditions and with a few boundaries in place? Can you wait just a moment while he goes to get something to write it all down on so he can make sure he doesn't accidentally overlook something in the future? You wouldn't mind him adding a few boundaries too, right? He doesn't object to anything you say, just asks for clarification from time to time and writes down notes on the side.

He's your number one defender when friends or family or nosy strangers ask about the intimacy aspects of your relationship. Shuts them up real fast when they start to show a hint of judgement towards the choices the two of you made or tries to insinuate you're 'depriving him' of something. Gives them the nastiest glare and bluntly asks them why they care so much about people's sex lives or asks them really uncomfortable questions about their sex life with a straight face until they awkwardly excuse themselves.

This man just loves you for you and reminds you everyday that you're his luvie and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[syoish-aot]

Been thinking about a Ten Seconds sequel lately, and I feel like the fic would open up with something a little like this....

[established Eren x asexual!Reader, modern verse, they're in their mid 20s]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Eren,” you say, “look at me.”

“Don’t look at her Eren!”

“Eren,” you repeat as you gently hold his face in your hands, forcing his gaze towards you. His eyes are the last thing to move. They stay locked on Armin before slowly, because he can’t stop himself from doing it, they move over to meet yours. “Eren you-...” you start, “you’re the love of my life.”

“OH MY GOD!!” Jean groans. “This seriously has to be against the rules! She can’t just-”

You flip Jean off, still staring intently at Eren from your place in his lap.

“Eren,” you start over, “you’re the love of my life and I would never ever lie to you.”

“She’s totally lying to you!!”

You ignore Jean as Eren squirms uncomfortably underneath you, currently caught between a rock and a hard place, especially with the way you’re looking at him.

His heart is thundering in his chest at the feeling of your soft hands on his cheeks. Your thighs against his. The way your breath ghosts softly over his face as you look at him, your boyfriend of three years, with nothing but pure love and adoration. He feels like he might melt.

“I’m not the werewolf,” you say, “it’s Jean.”

“I TOLD YOU IT IS NOT ME!!!”

“You’re the last villager left, right?” Eren nods along with your words. “So if you do the right thing and say that Jean is the werewolf, then you and I can be the last two survivors. We can win together.”

“Holy shit seriously!?” Jean turns to Armin, who’s holding back laughter at his boyfriend’s competitive outburst. “Armin, c’mon you have to tell her to stop! This is so unfair!”

“Sorry Jean,” Armin giggles, “I’m dead already, I can’t do anything about this.”

Jean groans and turns to Connie. “Back me up here, dude!”

“Nah this is hilarious.” Connie laughs as he leans back against the couch, taking another sip from his drink as he watches the end of their game of Ultimate Werewolf unfold.

Jean just groans again as he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Eren don’t be a fucking idiot! She’s obviously the werewolf!! She took Sasha out last round because she was onto her!”

“Eren, he's jumping to conclusions,” you defend. “I’m your girlfriend, I love you so much and I wouldn’t lie to you like that.”

“You promise?” Eren asks, finally speaking for the first time since you crawled into his lap after Jean started throwing accusations at you.

“Of course I promise.” You lean forwards to give him a chaste kiss. “Besides,” you say as you pull away from his lips, “are you really going to pick Jean over me?”

And perhaps that’s what finally does it.

“Jean’s the werewolf,” Eren proclaims, “she’s a villager.”

“Is that your final vote?” Armin asks, mildly muffled by Jean’s yells of protest.

Eren locks eyes with yours and he nods.

“Alright,” Armin says, “what were you guys?”

Jean pulls up his card to show the group, loudly shouting: “I’M THE FUCKING DOCTOR YOU IDIOT!!!”

The card he was showing was, in fact, the doctor. Which meant….

“I won!!!” You proudly announce as you hop off Eren’s lap and flash everyone your own card:

werewolf

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU SHE WAS LYING!!!” Jean throws his card onto the table as you leap across the room to add a green tally behind your name on the whiteboard, marking another satisfying victory.

“You…. You lied to me?” Eren asks, still getting over the shock of your betrayal.

“Sorry babe,” you tell him as you turn around, snapping the lid onto the whiteboard marker as you do, “that’s just how the game’s played, I’m afraid.”

“You play this game the way I imagine a war criminal would play this game.” Mikasa says.

“Aww…” You place your hand on your heart. “Thank you.”