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minors/ageless/blank do not interact, this blog has some heavy stuff every now and then.
please be nice in the asks, all hate or actually rude comments will be delete.
all readers are switches, gender neutrals for any writing unless specified or asked different !
types of content i write fo/greenr: SFW, Suggestive, NSFW/Dark Content, AU content, monsters, weed usage
favorite aus/tropes i like writing for: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, forced proximitiy, sunshine/moody, royal au, a/b/o, SMAUS ( social media aus ) age differences ( the max age gap is 10 years) ( there’s more! you may ask which ones i can write for! )
kinks i will write for:: aphrodisiacs, drug/alcohol use ( specifically weed usage ), foreplay, multiple orgasms, sex toys, smoking, stomach bulging, stuckage, anything related to monsters, size differences, tentacles,, anal things, vaginal things, face fucking, cum play, double penetration, gang bangs, knotting, consensual somnophilia, vanilla sex, crossdressing, humiliation, hypnoism, master/pet
if you have any other kinks you’d like me to explore that isn’t under red or yellow then lmk!
things i’m iffy to write/yellow: dubcon/cnc, yandere characters, piss play, adultery/cheating, cuckolding, photography/recording,
things i will NOT write for: noncon, cheating, physica/mental abuse, minor characters, animal/canonical nonhuman characters ( this includes example of: brook, chopper, the exceeds, etc this does exclude monster!character. ), age play, excessive gore, incest/stepcest
suicidal intentions/selfharm ( please call the national hotline if you are having feelings of suicide and thoughts of harming yourself. please know you’re also loved and cared about so much <3 )
dysphoria ( I don’t know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you’re facing dysphoria )
if you’re unsure about a topic, feel free to ask before sending a request, don’t forget to use CW
fandoms i write for:
VIDEO GAMES
assassin’s creed [ syndicate & unity ]
devil may cry [ all games ]
detroit: become human
final fantasy vii
final fantasy xiii
final fantasy xv
final fantasy xvi
genshin impact
kingdom hearts [ all the way up to kingdom hearts iii ]
ace helps you warm up :^) inspired by the prince song
18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.8k masterlist
cw: afab!fem!reader, cowgirl, temperature play kinda, ace is a lil tease, semi-public-ish sex, creampie, spit as lube
tagging: @discodreaming @eelnoise
The unforgiving chill of the desert night was seeping into your bones, leaving you shaking and clenching your teeth so hard you couldn’t bear the pain any longer. Nami had greedily yanked away your blanket in her sleep, and you didn’t want to bother or wake Vivi, leaving you no choice but to wander outside of your tent and see if the campfire was enough to warm your nearly numb body—if it was even still lit.
Peeking out of your tent, you see the flames are smaller than before, but still capable of giving you some heat and comfort. Gingerly, you step towards the fire, keeping your steps light to avoid waking any of the boys up, who had fallen asleep in a pile on top of each other; before you reach your destination, a husky voice cuts through the air and makes you jump.
“Can’t sleep?” Ace asks you, sitting on the ground leaning against the tent; as you turn to face him, you admire his tired and playful smirk, soaking in as much of him as you can without making your fascination with him too glaringly obvious.
You shake your head, returning his grin with a sleepy smile of your own. “Too cold, ‘m trying to warm up.” you explain, motioning towards the slowly dying fire. He nods, and eyes you up and down for a moment before opening his robe, exposing his deliciously sculpted chest and abs, and motioning for you to come closer.
“Are you serious?” you whisper, flustered and blushing at his invitation. His smirk turns into a wolfish grin, and he nods. The remnants of the fire’s warm orange light dance across his face, illuminating the wild and free-spirited nature radiating from his presence.
“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” he insists, gently tugging your wrist. Yielding to his touch, you allow him to pull you down and into his arms; closing his robe around you, your back is flush against his chest. A blush creeps into your cheeks as the abnormal heat of his skin leaves burning tingles through your fingers and toes, his embrace allowing you to finally relax your spine.
“That feel alright for you?” he asks softly, carefully warming his body with his devil fruit to make sure you were comfortable enough—he wanted you heated up and snug in his arms, but not sweating too much yet.
“Mhmmm…feels good.” you whisper contently, allowing yourself to nuzzle closer into his touch; the cozy, enticing feeling of drowning in Ace’s warmth makes any possible reservations about the embrace dissipate into the chilly desert wind.
“You like it hot, don’t ya’?” he teases, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear. Tresses of long, slick, black hair ghost over the sides of your neck, tickling the sensitive skin and sending your mind abuzz at the sensation of being so close to him. “My kind of girl.”
His words leave you a flustered, blushing mess, unable to form a coherent response besides a content giggle—the way his charms are leaving you smitten is cute, and he makes sure you know it.
“It’s a shame I can’t stick around longer, I’d like to get to know ya’ better, you’re a real sweetheart.” he says, words hushed and rumbling through your ears, bringing a bright flush to your cheeks. “My little brother is lucky to have you around to look after him and keep him out of trouble.” His neck cranes around the side of your head and slightly chapped lips gently press against your temple, roughened and weathered from the harsh desert sun.
“Don’t let me fool you, we get into a bunch of trouble together too—we’re too silly for our own good.” you say softly, trying to control the way your body is reacting to his intimate gestures; you’re failing, breathing turning shaky as you feel the nearly phantom touch of his lips ghosting alone the apple of your cheek. Hesitant to read too deeply into a bit of cheeky flirting, you tell yourself that he’s just being sweet—nothing more; however, the way his head is nestled into the crook of your neck, gentle smile radiating into your skin, overwhelms your senses and makes your heart flutter.
“I like that about ya’ too. You’re a fun little ball of sunshine.” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses into your collarbone as he squeezes you tighter. Nuzzling into his touch, he chuckles quietly as his warm, heated fingers start to roam, tracing lines up and down your arms first, before moving to grip your waist. “Plus, you’re filthy cute—but you know that, don’t you?” he whispers, teasingly; the husky timbre of his voice leaves you craving more. His tattooed arm loops around your waist, while the other dips downward along your lower torso; his motions are slow but intentional as he squeezes a handful of your plush thigh and drags his fingers upward, grinning at the way you sigh in frustration when he pulls his hand away.
“Better move this to my tent before I can’t help myself and give it to you out here.” he whispers, hooking an arm around your legs, lifting you effortlessly, and pulling you into his small tent nearby, slightly further away from the others. Two harsh pulls of a zipper cut through the crisp air—the first is the closure of the tent that wraps the two of you in a blanket of privacy; the second is him fiddling with the fly of his pants as he hastily tries to get them off with one hand. The other is threaded through your hair, dying to feel as much of you as he could at once. Tongues twirling together and breathy moans reverberating against each other’s mouths, you’re both starving—for touch, for intimacy, and for the heated, tantalizing way your lips slide against each other.
A lewd smack echoes on the canvas walls of the tent as your lips reluctantly pull apart, a string of saliva keeping you tethered together. “Get on top for me, baby.” he murmurs, shimmying out of his long cargo shorts that were already halfway off and sitting down beside you. Eyes glimmering with lust, you pounce at the opportunity and shed your own layers of clothing; Ace watches you, mesmerized, and spits in his hand as he strokes himself to your naked form.
His free hand reaches out to gently grip your waist and pulls you towards him. Breath hitching as you straddle him and drag the head of his cock along your folds, he resists the urge to succumb to his impatience and push himself into you all at once—imagining the sharp cry you’d let out as he fills you up makes his cock twitch against you. Instead, he holds out as you sink onto him, pupils blown out as he watches your walls envelop him; you’re gorgeous as you take him in, back arching, head thrown back and eyes closed as you try to control your breathing as you adjust to his length.
Palms hot as they grip your hips, he grinds your hips against his, guiding you towards finding the right way to drag your clit against him as you ride. Smoothly settling into a rhythm, you find the right set of movements that makes your head dizzy and leaves you breathless; Ace’s hands start to roam upward, splaying across your breasts and drowning you in tantalizing warmth as his thumbs softly circle your nipples.
“Right there…” he says, voice husky and dripping with lust as he watches you dip into a state of hazy pleasure and delirium, “Get yourself off for me.” Sloppy, wet sounds intensify with each rock of your hips, swiftly building towards your climax. Tingles and pins and needles spread through your body as you get close, flush rushing towards your cheeks as your hips snap desperately against him. Face buried in his neck, you whimper and gasp, choking back more the intense and incriminating sounds that are clawing at your throat. Locks of his hair find themselves sticking to the side of your face—slightly greasy, damp with sweat, and scented with ash and soot, you can’t help but inhale sharply to take more of him into your lungs.
“Ace, ‘m so close…” you sigh, heat pooling in your cheeks as your words trail off into a strangled gasp. One of his hands trails down your side and rocks your hips closer into him, giving you the friction you need to make the tightly wound coil snap; mind buzzing and blank, your walls clamp around him as a chorus of lewd sounds fall off your lips. Ace gives you no mercy, continuing to grind your hips against his through your orgasm, intent on stretching it out as long as possible.
“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock…” he whispers in your ear before biting down on your neck and sucking softly, earning him a moan from you in response.
Relentless as he gives it to you, his grip on you is firm as he takes control, grasping your hips and bouncing you along his cock. Still limp and twitching from your high, you’re like a ragdoll in his hands as he fills you up with a punishing pace, unable to do anything but whine and beg for him to give you even more.
“Such a good girl, you take me so well…” he growls, his previous smirks and grins replaced with unwavering and intense focus as he drags your soaked pussy along his length. Tight and warmer than he could ever dream of, he hopes you’re feeling just a fraction of the flames coursing through his veins as he pounds you so hard that you start grabbing and scratching at his back, babbling nonsense into his collarbone.
And perhaps you feel it even more; your whole body is on fire as his thrusts grow even faster still, and you feel his thighs tense. As he spills into you, his cum is hot, creamy, and leaves you sighing with pleasure as you feel it mix with the sticky pool of arousal that had completely coated both of your thighs. Panting and out of breath, he stares at you, eyes half-lidded as he catches his breath; as he regains his senses and his beating heart begins to slow, he pulls you in for a deep kiss as he pulls out of you.
“That warm you up enough?” he asks cheekily as he reaches for a towel out of his bag to clean you up with.
“Might still need to be held a bit, ‘m not ready to brave the cold alone just yet.” you reply with a hopeful grin as you watch him slip into his sleeping bag and pull a blanket on top.
“Good—‘m not ready to let you go yet either.” he says with a smirk, pulling you close against him underneath the covers.
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i came here to soft post with ace x me thoughts but i got too flustered so now I'm facwe in hands giggling thinking about him at least slow dancing or how he'd grin and laugh at me for being flustered whenever he does something or the way his kisses are warm on my cheek or even how he likes his hair being played with so he lays his head on my lap so i can play with his hairwhile mindlessly talking and he's passed the heck out
like oh my god or even he starts petting my head and i just freak out bc I'm so stupidly touch starved that when he holds my cheek or at any partof my body i lean into him and soak his affection up
mayhaps even him sinking into my touch and getting shy when he kisses my palm bc he's leaning so far into my touch as he holds the back of my hand against his cheek as he murmurs quietly
telling him he deserves the world even when he doesn't believe me at all, he just has this sad and tired look but i keep telling him how much he deserves everything in the world
the cute dates where we just have a casual date either last home or a small cafe bc I'm not fancy fancy just spending time with my loved one is so nice and oh myg od
giving him gifts when he doesn't expect it and he's just wide eyed bc i got him something???
and god him just wanting to spend time with me or listening to me ramble about space??
god or his love languages maybe he's shocked when i do something for him bc i woldn't mind just doing something for him if he needs it done and he would do the same
this entire relationship ends up being somewhat angsty at some points bc both of have had them Times where we don't think we deserve nice things so it turns into somewhat of a fight of eys YOU DO, but- NO BUTS
and oh my god the way i would wanna lay on his shoulder and listen to him speak about his day, his friends, everything just hearing updates about his life would make me so damn happy bc he sounds so excited and if he opens up his problems i would wanna listen to them all and make sure he knows they're valid and that he's valid in everything he's feeling
man i don't like being touched suddenly but for him?? i know I'm repeating but his warm hands around on my skin, the softest slight touch has me melting in his grip as i press my face into his shoulder and hug him back and we just hold each other there
CUDDLING WITH EACH OTHER DURING THE WINTER TIME AND IN A NEST OF BLANKETS AND SWEATERS
stealing his shirts bc he doesn't wear them anyways to only go to sleep in his arms
god everything would be so new with him???
i sometimes wonder in my head would he stay bc I'm very much afraid of like good things ending and wondering if he's like no hey
general warnings: none, it's fluff and kind of nsfw some parts. headcanon based mostly
You’d always known Gladio was a hopeless but passionate romantic; he always showered you with his seemingly limitless love. It was new for you; your other boyfriends couldn’t live up to Gladio’s level. He’d always go beyond the bare minimum, not by a little but by a lot. And every little thing he did sent a flutter of butterflies to roam through your chest and stomach, causing you to giggle and kick your feet happily.
Gladio loved you and wasn’t afraid to show it, whether you be in public or even in private. His hands were on your waist, on your hips or even holding your hand as you walked through the streets of Lucis. He’d always be touching some part of you, especially if you weren’t comfortable with PDA.
If you were having a bad day, he’d be there in an instant - even if he was supposed to be dealing with Noctis. But he has been warned he was only to watch over Noctis, not fully babysit him. Besides, it was his day off when he came to your apartment, using the spare key he had to come right in. He’d have everything for you too, from the snacks, favorite drinks, blankets and even getting your favorite movie ready. His arm rubbing your back as he listens to you cry and vent out your problems. And if you didn’t feel like talking? Don’t worry he’s still gonna c uddle you and wait for you to talk as you two simply sit there together.
Even if Gladio is having a bad day, he does have somewhat of a habit of not wanting to talk about things. Especially since he was the one to take up the family mantle of the shield for the crown. But with gentle hands on his arm, his face and a little kiss he can find himself fully relaxing into your arms as he tells you what’s happened, his body falling lax as he lays his head on your stomach.
Noctis and Prompto are most def jealous of Gladio being able to pick someone like you up so easily. Gladio having to listen to the way they rant. “One day you two will find someone.” he would always say as he sends a text to you, asking how you would like to go on a date that night.
I wanna tell you how much he worships the ground you walk on, calling you his little prince(ss) sometimes. Or even his flower. My god this man if you were to marry him he’d go way above and beyond, even more so for you.
Some angst: He’s always worried over you, protective over you especially when the fall happened. To which he does end up double texting you or he’ll go radio silent due to the issues happening. He always makes sure to reassure you everything will be okay, everything is alright, that you guys will get through this together.
And Gladio is a family man, he’s very protective of those he does consider family. So he would be all for marriage, and having kids with you. And i’m not talking about just one or two, he would want a lot of them. But he’d be fine with one or two if that’s what you want.
GIRL DAD CODED HE IS T H E GIRLDAD
He is WHIPPED FOR YOU. absolutely whipped, he has you as his background, especially with a cute picture of you two together.
NSFW DOWN BELOW
Breeding kink. Even if the two of you aren’t trying for a child, he’s very much still wanting to try and breed you, fill you up with everything that is him. So this could also count as a possessive kink too.
He rarely ever fucks, he’s more of a passionate and love-making type of man. But if you do ask him nicely he is willing to be rough though.
He gets off to you being smaller than him ( which isn’t hard, man is 6’6. ) but only because he can see the bulge in your stomach and he likes pressing down onto it because of all your little reactions to it.
Now for the rougher kinks? He likes to overstimulate you, likes to make sure you’re feeling good and that does mean he is giving you the upmost pleasure and won’t stop until he thinks you have had enough or you say a safe word.
He’ll fuck you in the truck but as a treat and if you two are just too needy to help yourselves, but that’s mostly reserved for the special date nights in the back of his truck, especially picnics.
Although he prefers slow love making, if you two need it he will go for a quickie and sometimes if you’re begging hard enough for it he will pound you and make sure you can feel it for days.
Ace’s smile lights a fire within your chest, the way your breath escapes you as he laughs loudly.
He makes you a promise right there, promising that of course, he’d come back to see you.
You believed him.
You watch as the paper in your hands catches on fire, burning away into nothing but ash within your hands.
Flashes of images go through your mind, every single one of Ace and you under the stars. Ace and you speaking within soft whispers on the beach. The way Ace had made you feel the entire time he was here with you.
You crumble onto the ground, the remnants of the burned paper coddled against your chest as you scream in despair. Your sobs echoed into the night sky as you begged for anyone to bring back Ace… To bring back the boy with the sun for a smile.
Begging to let you say the thing you were holding back the entire time he was here, thinking you could tell him when he returned.
sanji savors every kiss he has with you, leaning into everyone not wanting any of them to end. each kiss for him is a reminder of how much you love him and he loves you.
