That night in the club damn near haunted your thoughts. Plaguing your mind until one day, as you’re shopping for groceries you past the condiment isle and stare at the rows and rows of pickles.
“Put a jar of pickles in your window”
Well..it couldn’t hurt right? You pick out a few small jars and put them in your cart.
Venturing closer to the serene scenery of the lake and the small forested park beyond you wave. “Hi.”
The centaur jumps, all four hooves leaving the ground for a moment. “Don’t mind him. He might look like a proud and noble steed but I assure you he’s a big scary cat.” The lake monster laughs.
“That’s not funny Gabe.” The centaur snaps, glaring at him. “My name is Albion by the way. I-it’s nice to finally meet you. Less scary up close. Stories made it seem like you were like the orcs. But you’re small and cute.” He extends a hand and you take it, offering him a smile that makes a dark blush rise to those Carmel colored cheeks.
A hissing sound comes from the skull faced figure behind him and they come around behind him, small wildflowers sprouting from their steps. They’re cloaked in a moss-colored jacket, baggy muddy brown clothing obscuring their figure. “I’m Rose. I live over in the forest. I came with the property.”
“As did I!” Gabe cheerfully adds, one webbed hand in the air. “Not like they could get rid of me. I keep the lake clean.” He jokes.
The four of you chat for hours and before you know it the sun is setting.
“I should get going… “Rose says with a sigh. "I don’t want to spook the Minotaur again.” With a grumble she looks to you. “You should come visit sometime. I don’t get to meet many humans. Well.. humans who don’t run of screaming.” Patting your shoulder she tucks a small daisy behind your ear and ventures off. Seemingly melting into the shadows.
“I don’t like to stay out after dark.” Albion spits out, shuffling slightly. “But uh.. You’re very nice. We should do this again, You said you wanted to get in shape right? You could run with me in the mornings if you wanted? I get up around 7am…if you want…you can meet me here by the lake?” The centaur blushes, his back hoof kicking the ground.
“You two are such buzz kills. I swear.” Gabe laughs, shoving an uneaten boiled egg in the centaur’s mouth when he goes to protest. “Go get your beauty rest.” Gabe waves him off and after a long glance behind him Albion nearly runs into a table.
Stiffing a laugh you watch him frantically run off down the sidewalk. His hooves echoing off the cement.
“And then there were two.” Gabe sighs, glancing over to you.
thanks for the request! hopefully i can get more done tonight ☆(･ω･*)ゞ
Honey and Trois w/ an Asexual S/O Headcanons
Honey
Okay, this man has likely never heard of asexuality and will likely need you to explain to him what it means to be asexual. Honey is a very attentive listener and will ask a lot of questions about his this pertains to you specifically. He wants to make sure that understands you as completely as possible. Who knows, Honey may even start to question his own sexual identity more!
If you are sex repulsed he completely understands and will respect you completely. Honey hates people who pressure others into situations and he’ll be damned if he becomes that type of person. If you aren’t, well, it doesn’t really make that much of a difference to Honey either way!
Honey from that point on likes to make sure that you are always comfortable. He may actually slow down on his expression of physical expression. It’s not because he views you differently, it’s just an attempt to get a feel for what you’re comfortable with. I suggest just telling him outright what your boundaries are!
Low key ready to throw down with anyone who has anything negative to say about you or your sexuality! Honey is 100% down to defend your honor whether you ask him to or not. Any attack on you is an attack on him!
Trois
Completely understanding! It’s kind of shocking just how understanding he is. It’s partially due to the fact that Trois is actually really knowledgeable of information regarding the LGBT+ community. He understands and makes sure to ask about your sexual identity. He’s not even shocked?
Unlike Honey, you don’t even notice any change in his behavior. Trois assumes that in the event that if he ever oversteps any boundaries that you won’t hesitate to tell him. Trois is usually really good about reading body language though so the likelihood of him overstepping is highly unlikely!
He also makes sure to keep some of the more perverted members of Nanba inmates and guards away from you. Unless they wanna catch these pretty boy hands they better make sure to give you complete respect. Any rude comments about sexuality or unwanted advances will result in a very, very angry Trois.
Really, really wants to go to a Pride event with you someday!
My Pixies and Goblins over on Patreon have had access to this for a while on exclusive early release, but it’s time to share Arzeran with you folks now! I hope you like him!! It’s a modern setting, with the reader’s gender not mentioned, despite it being explicitly nsfw! Always a challenge, but I enjoy that…
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You’d met him through a dating app that was specifically set
up for human/non-human relationships, and your first impression of him had been
from the picture and the bio on his page.
You’d not had much luck in the love department recently,
having been screwed over by some idiot who seemed to think you wouldn’t mind if
you ‘weren’t exclusive anymore’, to put it politely. Well, now that you were
newly-single once again, you had taken your best friend’s advice and signed
yourself up for this dating app after he’d found the apparent love of his life,
a minotaur named Felicity. You were dubious, to say the least, about putting
your face and profile up, but with some help from Felicity and Mike, you
managed to scrape together something that reflected the very best of you
without exaggerating, and you began the laborious task of trawling through all
the matches.
Arzeran was a half demon, and his sparsely-detailed profile
stated that, “unfortunately”, he’d inherited his mother’s looks, and not his father’s. Something about his somewhat defeatist biography had drawn you
to him, and you’d tapped to enlarge his picture out of curiosity, expecting to
be repulsed. Initially when you’d joined up, you’d thought you’d be drawn to
the more ‘humanoid’ profiles of beings like tieflings or even orcs. However,
while he certainly was monstrous, and there was no mistaking his demonic
heritage, you found you rather liked the six eyes, all blazing red, the two
sets of horns, and the bizarre maw that was just beginning to open across his
muzzle to reveal a multitude of deadly-looking teeth.
“why won’t you kiss meee?” michael would whine at his boyfriend, getting nasally from the cogestion.
“because you’re sick. if you get me sick and we’re both sick, who is going to take care of us?” his boyfriend would reply, petting michaels messy bedhead.
“pleaseeee?” michael would try to pull his boyfriend in for a kiss but he would plant one of michael’s forehead instead, making him pout.
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