#asexual reader

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I Keep Thinking About Astarion Being Ace!Tav's Guard Dog

Based on some of my conversations with @any59 and @leighsartworks216. The brainrot is so real you guys.

Astarion x Ace!Tav Masterlist

Astarion spent 200 years just trying to keep himself alive, but in truth having no say in the matter, one way or another

He gains his freedom and he does whatever he can do with his limited power to keep himself safe

And then he starts to fall for Tav, and all of that desperate need to survive gets transferred onto them

Just six months of happy memories with them is able to counter weight 200 years of torture and despair, how can he be expected to let that light be snuffed out

So, he keeps a protective arm around their waist, all but growling when an unwanted party gets to close

Tav goes down in battle and Astarion stands over their body daggers and thoughts bloody

Somebody insults his love and he bares his teeth daring them to say another word

Tav has made it more than clear they're not interested in using him for his body as so many others have done, but how else is he supposed to show his devotion

Maybe he can do this instead, use his body to protect them, to be that safe place for Tav the way they are for him

What's a little more blood on his hands if it keeps theirs clean

Some part of Tav knows he's going a little too far sometimes, holding just a little too tightly to the point he leaves marks, but they're not about to stop him

They spent so long feeling like they needed to justify their existence that to have somebody be willing to love and protect them just for being is everything and because they know they leave claw marks of their own

[yoiisa]

Hello! This is my first time ever requesting something on tumblr ^o^

I was wondering if you could do any BLLK characters would react to reader coming out as asexual? (Someone who feels little to no sexual attraction). And how they are with it?

Take ur time! ( ´ ▽ ` )

ofc my love!! the first time anyone ever came out to me was my middle school bff and she was ace, so y'all hold a special place in my heart <3 for this fic I'll do Chigiri, Ness, Sae, and Kunigami!!

➜ in my mind chigiri hyoma also falls somewhere on the ace spectrum (probably demisexual) but he just didn't have a name for it ➜ you coming out to him helped him a lot with discovering a new part of his own identity ➜ whereas there are def some boys in blue lock who i think no sex would be a deal breaker for, chigiri isn't one of them ➜ i think chigiri would've already known you're ace long before the two of you get even a little romantically involved, so he already knows what he's getting into with you when it comes to be your boyfriend ➜ but he wouldn't have it any other way

"Hyoma~" you sing as you open the door to the hallway outside the locker rooms, "look what I have~" Chigiri looks up, pushing some of his hair from his face. You're holding out a roll of something that looks like athletic tape but it's patterned in a way he can't discern from all the way over here. "What is it?" he asks, reaching out and taking it from you. You plop down onto the bench beside him and he turns the tape over in his hands. Black, grey, white, and purple stripes. "What is this design?" "It's the ace flag!" you say excitedly. "Another friend of man who does basketball-" Chigiri grimaces, but you brush it off "-showed me this Etsy store that makes athletic gear in pride theming." He nods and looks back down at the roll of tape. "Is it for me?" "Umm . . . I mean, if you don't want it, I can always take it back," you say sheepishly after a second. "No, no, it's cool," he says. "I just already have a lot of tape so." "Sorry." He frowns and looks over at you. Your smile is waning and he sighs. Chigiri lifts a hand and pats your head, kissing your forehead softly. "I like it, I'm happy. Don't worry," he says softly. "Don't look so sad." You laugh quietly and nod, before resting your head on his shoulder and sighing. "I'm glad," you whisper. The next time you see him during practice, his knee is all bandaged up with the tape, and you can't help the way your heart flutters. He really did like it.

➜ alexis ness asks a lot of questions about your sexuality ➜ after all, the aroace community is definitely not as well known or talked about in the grander LGBTQ+ space, so he's not super well versed on it ➜ at first he takes it as you saying you want to break up with him and gets super worried and anxious, but once you explain how being ace actually works, he calms down ➜ you're one of the most important people in his life, so he really doesn't want to lose you

"My love, please, it's okay-" you try to say through Ness' shallow breathing. "You promise we're not over?" Ness asks- no, practically begs you to say. His sweet eyes are so wet from tears and he's hiccuping as snot leaks from his nose. You're not sure how this reaction is making you feel. Certainly not good though. "No, Ness, we're not over," you insist. "I promise. I'm . . . I just don't want to have sex. Ever." "Who cares about that? As long as you're not leaving me!" He's so earnest with it, and you just can't handle how sweet and sad he's being all at once. "I mean, this is a deal breaker for a lot of people, I get it if you want to-" "Do you want to?" he asks incredulously. "No! Of course not!" "Well God gave me a hand for a reason!" Ness says cupping your face. "And besides, I'm not only with you for sex! I- I don't care if you're . . . what was it?" "Asexual." "Asexual, yes, that! I just," he sighs, finally seeming to have gained the ability to calm down a little. "I just don't want you to go anywhere. I like having you with me." You sigh and lean into his touch. "You mean it?" "Yes! Absolutely!" he kisses your forehead and then presses his against yours. "Tell me if I accidentally mess something up, okay?" You shake your head. "You won't." "Just in case, yeah?" You giggle and nod. "Got it."

➜ sae itoshi genuinely could not care either way ➜ honestly, not having to have sex probably makes the relationship a little easier on his half ➜ he's a busy man, and he's always bouncing around between spain and japan ➜ and while yes, phone sex is a thing, it doesn't come close to the actual act, which you very much need both people present for ➜ it makes your reunions while you're doing long distance a bit easier on him, since he doesn't have to worry about going straight to the bed with you, but instead can just chill

When Sae sees you at the airport, he practically collapses onto you. He smells like the airplane and is all musty from his traveling, but you couldn't care less. You wrap your arms around his middle tight and do your best to lift his body weight a little so he's not crushing you. "Missed you too sleepy," you tease, scruffing the hair that peeks out from under his beanie. "C'mon, let's get your suitcase and go home." He nods against your neck, before sighing and straightening up into a standing position again. The time between getting his luggage and getting back to the apartment is a blur you could not pay him to recall. He collapses onto the couch after taking his shoes off and just lays there like a log until you come up to him and sit next to him. "Sae," you whisper, poking his cheek. He opens his eyes and stares up at you, before holding your hand and kissing your fingers. "Hmm?" he groans. "I missed you," you say, rubbing underneath his eyes. "Have you been getting enough sleep?" "I'm trying to sleep right now," he grumbles. A pang fills your chest and you nod. "Okay, I'll leave you. Sorry." Before you can move too far though, Sae yanks you down onto the couch and practically drags you into his chest. "Don't go," he whispers and you smile. You kiss the tip of his nose and as sleep yanks his eyes shut once more you whisper, "Welcome home."

➜ kunigami rensuke is definitely the kind of man who cares more about who you are as a person than what you can offer him sexually ➜ when you tell him that you're ace, he kinda just stares at you blankly, and then is like okay?? ➜ he's genuinely confused as to if he's supposed to care or not ➜ like, he strikes me as the type to never be the first to make a sexual advance. he's the type to sit patiently and quietly until you make the first move ➜ honestly, you could've not said anything at all, gone your entire relationship with him having zero sexual intercourse and this man wouldn't have bat an eye

When you asked your mother if you could sleepover at Kunigami house, she had no worries. His mom on the other hand did. "No closing doors please," his mom begged before you got there. "Mom, would you just listen to me," Kunigami groaned, putting his head in his hands. "Rensuke, please, I was a teenager too once! I know what happens with these-" "Mom, gross," he cries. "I don't want to think about that." "I'm just saying-" "And I've already told you that she doesn't want to have sex with me. Or anyone. She's not like that!" "But how do you know?!" "Because she told me. She's asexual, she's not going to want to have sex with me, even if I beg her to!" His mom falls silent, her posture still stiff as ever though. His little sisters watch from the stairs, intrigued as to who Kungiami's invited over for the night. Finally his mom slumps and leans against a wall. She gives a dramatic sigh before finally smiling at her son. "Okay fine," she says gently. "Maybe just leave the door halfway open?" Kunigami rolls his eyes, but before he can say anything, the doorbell rings. He perks up and heads to the door. "Rensuke!" his mother calls after him, and he comes to a stop. He looks over at his mom, noticing how tight her expression still is. Kunigami sighs and smiles. He pats her shoulder and says, "Okay mom. Okay."

[impval]

my love mine all mine

Yelena Belova x fem!reader

It wasn't the first time you found yourself in the empty kitchen. The remains of movie night still adorned the kitchen table — a half-eaten bowl of popcorn, empty beer bottles.

Soft footfalls padded behind you, light with silent familiarity. Yelena made a effort to announce herself, not wanting to scare you. Not when you looked so lost in thought.

"Солнце мое?"

The sound of her voice, still thick and rough with sleep, came from right behind you. It was quiet. Warm. Her chin rested atop the slope of your shoulder, arm loosely winding around your waist.

Yelena could never stay asleep when she knew you weren't by her side. It was a quirk of hers, a protective instinct that couldn't be suppressed. Despite your attempts to convince her otherwise, she was too stubborn to stay put.

You smile at her with that soft smile that never fails to melt Yelena's heart.

"Just..too many thoughts."

This, Yelena could understand. You weren't the only one with a brain that had a habit of running a mile a minute. There were nights when Yelena couldn't find peace. Nightmares. Memories. Unpleasant thoughts that clung to her and wouldn't go away even when you held her in your arms at night.

You make her feel...normal. Not a killer, not a spy, just a woman in love. But even love is not enough to forget all the horrors.

"Hm. Do you want me to tire you out?"

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. By now, you've grown familiar with Yelena's methods of 'tiring you out' — and they never involve sex. One time she took you to the water slides in the dead of night. The two of you splashed around like children until security inevitably showed up in the morning.

Yelena was a hopeless romantic at heart, who loved recreating scenes straight out a movies. It was her way of expressing affection, through acts both big and small.

An unforgettable night at an amusement park, just the two of you? Check. Dance classes together? Check. Breakfast in bed? Done. Serenades? Definitely. Although your neighbors had a different opinion about your late-night karaoke sessions.

Flowers? Well, that's how you ended up learning the hard way that you're allergic to lilies.

Sometimes you felt like you were in some fucking romantic comedy. Not that you're complaining.

Despite your exhaustion, a small smile teases at your lips. You reach out, hands gently coming to rest on Yelena's cheeks. The scent of caramel popcorn lingers on her skin.

She looks weary too, and you can't help but feel a tinge of guilt that she's with you now rather than getting the rest she needs in bed. Her skin is soft under your fingertips as you trace the contour of her cheekbones.

“What's on your mind?” you ask with genuine curiosity.

She beams back at you, unable to conceal the happiness that floods her expression. In the soft light of the kitchen, Yelena doesn't look ike a dangerous assassin. In this space and time, she's simply your Yelena.

She then takes a step back, heading towards the speaker, an old model that's just barely compatible with modern technology. You specifically looked for one to give Yelena, knowing she'd love it. For whatever reason, Yelena had a special fondness for old things.

You can already guess what's coming. Soft music begins to fill the room.

“My lady, may I ask you to dance?”

Yelena bows theatrically, extending her hand to you with a grin. The sight of her in the duck pajamas, hair a disheveled mess, makes you struggle to contain your laughter, but you play along.

"How could I resist such a charming invitation?

Taking her hand, you allow Yelena to lead you into a playful dance, your eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You're a vision in those pajamas, you know?"

Yelena grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she effortlessly twirls you around the room. She's clearly enjoying herself, the playful energy filling the air.

"Ah, you flatter me," she replies, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "These pajamas are the latest fashion trend, of course."

She spins you around again, her hand firm on your waist.

The two of you move effortlessly, shifting between fast and slow movements with practiced ease. You're grateful for the dance lessons you've taken together, as trying to keep pace with Yelena's energetic footwork would be a challenge otherwise.

Yelena used to hate dancing because it brought back memories her former life, memories of relentless training and pain. A Red Room. She thought her softness had been stripped away, but being with you has proven her wrong. She craves a life — family dinners, carefree days, all the silly little things she's been denied for so long.

The dance continues, even as the music fades into silence, both of you lost in the moment. You twirl and sway, moving to an invisible rhythm only the two of you can hear. Yelena's hand tightens in yours as her other arm settles around your waist, drawing you closer. She rests her chin on your shoulder, her breath gently dancing against your neck.

“Thank you.” you whisper to her.

You're grateful, you really are. Not just that Yelena is sacrificing her sleep right now, but that she's in your life at all.

Yelena's grip on you tightens at the words, her heart swelling with a mixture of affection and vulnerability. She smiles against your shoulder, the simple expression holding layers of gratitude and tenderness.

"Thank you," she replies, her voice soft and genuine. "For everything."

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi first time requesting here!

Is it alright if I ask for Mark variants with Asexual reader? The reader is completely disinterested/sex-repulsed in anything sexual (but they're very affectionate).

I love your writing and I'm interested to see what you think their reactions would be (negative positive, doesn't matter) and how they'll handle it. Take as much time as you need!

Life is simple for Mark. He loves you, he wants to be with you, and he wants you to be happy. If abstaining can contribute to your happiness then there is nothing left to discuss, he is officially celibate.��

flaxan, maskless, omni-mark, PRISONER

It doesn't bother him as much as he thought it would. You two have so much fun just by waking to each other's drooling faces that he doesn't even think he's missing out on anything. 

full mask, no goggles, shiesty, sinister

It does weigh on him a bit. Dirty fantasies aside, sex is an important act of intimacy. It's one of the few times he is allowed to be vulnerable, and not sharing that experience with the person he adores? That's a bummer. But then you hug him like he's the most important person in the world, and he gets over it pretty easily. Your warm hugs, your cute hands in his, the kisses you give him everyday–those are worth more than an entire harem. 

head cap, mohawk, target

He does not understand. He isn't purposefully mean, but naturally ignorant. To him, the main goal for any species is to propagate, and for many organisms such as Viltrumites and humans, sex is an integral part of this. You're going to have to be patient with him. Be kind, but also firm, don't let him push your boundaries. His heart is all yours, but his education is lacking. 

VILTRUMITE

Author's Note: Generally, as a hopeless romantic and possible demisexual, I like to think that once the Marks (or any of the men I write) fall for you, they will love you. Your soul is what matters to them the most, everything else is a bonus. Devotion over passion. Love, in its purest form, transcends even the physical. That's the kind of love I like to write, and the kind I hope everyone who seeks it will eventually find. 😁

Dear Readers, if you have any questions or further requests, feel free to send them now because i will be closing my ask box this upcoming Sunday. MASTERLIST | request rules | ask box

image lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/

[spidey-bie]

Guess who unwillingly read a smut work again? Yay 😑. (It was the first thing I saw when I first woke up. I started this at 7 am yesterday morning.) I will admit that it was kinda on me this time for not having the Miguel smut tag blocked but there was nothing that could've led me to believe that it'd be smut in the first place so my point still stands. Label your smut works.

TW: More pet names and nicknames. (I am a romantic aromantic I'm so sorry 😔) This is a loose continuation of the previous one.

You were awaken, unfortunately, by the jarring sounds of your morning alarm. You groggily look over to surprised to see your beloved s/o Hobie Brown still dozing away. Usually he'd sleep in his own room but you both had decided to have a sleepover the night before. At least this meant that you didn't have to make a trip to go and wake him.

"Bie." You shake him lightly. You only get a groan. "C'mon Bie you gotta get up."

"Just five more minutes." You thought about taking him up on his offer but, history has shown that this only led to you both sleeping in till noon. You had plans for the day and they required the both of you to be up at 8. Unfortunately Hobie had no plans on budging. Usually you'd gently ease him awake but time was ticking away. You had to take a more direct approach.

Begrudgingly you leave the comforts of your warm bed and head towards a window. If you weren't awake before the cold air had woken you up now. You open the curtains to let the sunlight pour in and wrestle the covers from his arms. (At least you knew that if a criminal attacked in the early morning Hobie would be fine. Unfortunately your blanket was not.)

"UGGGGGGH." He groaned as he tried to shield his eyes with his hand.

"Nope. I can't leave you here. You'd never get up before one if not for me."

Hobie grumbled something about time being a concept and moved his hand away.

"Bug must you torture me like this?"

You give him a tired giggle.

"I'm sorry Bie but it was the only way."

He sits up and yawns. This was a good sign. Hopefully he'd soon make his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hopefully.

"I'm gonna get started on breakfast. Please at least be out of bed before I get back." You wait for his reply.

He wipes the sleep from his eyes and nods. You head to the kitchen.

You pop a couple frozen beignets in the oven and throw the rice that you prewashed into a pot. By the time the rice had finished Hobie had emerged from the bathroom much more chipper than before.

"The bathroom's all yours." He gives you a wink.

"I leave the rest to you sir." You give him a mock salute and he rolls his eyes. Quickly you make your way to the bathroom.

****************************************************

You turn the water on and throw on a clear shower cap over your neon purple bonnet. You take note of Hobie's matching neon pink one laying on the vanity. He hated it when you first bought it for him. Yet, without fail he wire it every night. Whenever you offered to buy him another he refused absolutely offended that you even offered in the first place.

"Pink is punk. You think I'm getting rid of it now?Come off it." You chuckled at the memory.

After your shower you finish getting ready for the day. The final task that you had left was your hair. You applied a light oil to your hands and got to work. You had to unravel all of the twists that Hobie had done only a couple days before. After you finished you look yourself over in the mirror, make some final adjustments, pop on your black ring, and head out.

Immediately you are met with the smells of onion, chilis, and various spices. Hobie must've made that one dish again. When you arrived in the dining room you had found that you were right. Alongside the rice and beignets you made you find a mock ackee and saltfish that he makes with eggs, as well as bacon on your plate. You mentally cheer and sit down. Hobie smiles.

"I've been waiting ages for you to get out. Almost checked to see if you were alright."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Bie, hush."

Grabbing your fork you dig into your plate. The first bite in and a whirlwind of delicious flavors hit your taste buds. You set your fork down and stare at him. A few years ago you couldn't ever imagine something like this. A familiar warmth and a shared meal with someone who cared for you.

"Bug, is something wrong?" He looked at you worriedly. "The food's good init?"

You nodded and smiled.

"Yeah." You pick back up your fork. "It's absolutely delicious."

A/N: Was this rushed? Most definitely. Do I have any regrets? No. I love this sm and if you don't go kick rocks (this is a joke).

I debated on whether I'd do shared rooms or separate but it is what it is. I stole the bonnet hc from @/murdrdocs.

Fun fact a black ring on your middle finger is supposed to be a subtle sign for asexuality if you didn't know. (I have a black and a white one.) Also i'm Creole not Jamaican so forgive me if I got something wrong here. Finally, beignets are heavenly and I'd eat them all day if not for my gluten intolerance.

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | Three Small Squeezes

AO3

Leaning on John is one of your favorite positions to chill on the couch. All the guys were muscly, a side effect of their jobs, but something about John brought a layer of softness the others were lacking. Tucked up under one arm with his hand resting on your bent knee, you relaxed for probably an hour.

John watched something on his phone, one headphone in. You scrolled through shorter videos volume low, but loud enough to still hear.

“Today we are making –“

Swipe.

“You may have heard about the newest gadget –“

Swipe.

Ad.

Swipe.

Thirst trap. Ooh, you might watch, you feel John turn his head to look down at your screen. You pause before anything too sexy gets on screen, send it to a friend so you can find it later, like the video, and swipe on.

Your favorite, healthy, couple appears on your screen.

“What’s one thing we do to help keep everything from going off the rails even with four kids?” The husband asks.

“We say I love you. A lot. Sometimes when we can’t speak, we give three quick squeezes.” His wife picks up the telling. “Sometimes in the middle of a kid screaming a hand on yours with three quick squeezes saying I love you helps.”

Before you can scroll John pulls your phone from your hand.

“What the fuck John?” You tip your head back and glare up at him.

He smirks down at you and drops a kiss on your forehead. After messing with your phone for a second, from what you can see he sent the video link in a text, he hands it back.

When his hand settles back on your knee he gives you three quick squeezes. Curious about who he sent the video to, you leave the video app and open your messages. There at the top of the chats is your group chat with all the guys.

Firing off a follow-up text you tell them John sent the link from your phone.

>Sorry about the random video. John stole my phone and sent it.

A chorus of hearts appeared on your message.

Every one of them started doing it though. Simon would give your side three small squeezes with his hand when he pulled you into a side hug. Gary would drop three kisses on your hair or the back of your hand before he left the room. Kyle would tap you three times with a finger to get your attention. Johnny would grab your hand for the sole purpose of giving you three squeezes before pulling you into a hug or onto the couch for a cuddle.

You worried they might want more than you could provide but soaked in the love nonetheless. These men had a hard enough time telling you much about their jobs or lives beyond your observation. Each of them told you ‘I love you’ with three touches at least once each time you saw them.

@backseatsoldier sending loves and kisses your way.

Fallen Angel Masterlist | Masterlist

[ladycupcakes]

hiii same anon who requested patrick bateman x neurodivergent s/o!! do u think u can try sum headcanons for patrick (yet again) with an asexual (specifically sex repulsed) s/o?? u dont have to if you want this totally isnt self indulgent wdym /j

thank you sm for this request, i had way too much fun with it honestly 🫣 the dynamic got a bit dark, a bit tender, a bit confusing (just like patrick's brain) — but it was such an interesting angle to explore. hope you enjoy these!! 🖤 also — self-indulgent?? babe that’s the point. keep them coming /pos

Summary: Patrick starts dating you for the aesthetic — beautiful, composed, easy to show off. But your quiet defiance of his expectations, your disinterest in sex, and the way you actually listen to him begin to unravel something deeper (and much more dangerous) in him. It's not just about control anymore.

Tags: Patrick Bateman x Reader, Fem!Reader, Asexual!Reader, Patrick Bateman headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of sex (non-explicit), Sexual frustration, Asexuality (sex-repulsed reader), Internalized anger, Emotional repression, Mentions of masturbation, Mentions of murder, Psychological manipulation, Romanticization of obsessive behavior (fictional only)

This is fictional. Don't romanticize this stuff in real life. Viewer discretion advised.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: btw, i wrote this as patrick x fem!reader since it felt more fitting considering the movie + how he behaves in canon — but feel free to read it however you want, the dynamic stays the same 💅

Requests here

“Perfect girlfriend” material — but something he can’t pin down:

Patrick starts dating you because you’re ideal: Clean. Attractive. Polished enough to walk into any restaurant on his arm without making him look ridiculous.

You’re quiet. Composed. Predictable. You fit. You’re safe.

But it doesn’t take long for something to feel... off.

You don’t smile at the right moments. You don’t try to charm his friends. You ask strange questions — precise, thoughtful, out of place at rooftop cocktail parties. You listen more than you speak.

It fucks with him.

Most women perform. You observe. And worse — you observe him. Sometimes you tilt your head when he talks, like you're dissecting his sentences. Like you’re cataloguing something. Testing him.

He tells himself he doesn't care. But he finds himself replaying conversations with you. Watching you more closely than he should.

You were supposed to be an accessory. Now you’re starting to feel like a variable. And Patrick Bateman hates variables.

The “perfect” night — with a goal in mind:

Patrick doesn’t believe in romance. But he knows how to perform it.

Dinner at an exclusive place. Wine he barely tastes. A perfectly calculated smile across the table. Everything choreographed.

He holds the door open. Pays the bill. Laughs at your jokes. The whole “boyfriend of the year” act — all just steps toward the bedroom.

You look incredible. You’re quiet. Composed. Beautiful. Why wouldn’t he want to fuck you?

He gets you back to the penthouse. Lighting set low. Music playing at the right volume. He hands you a drink and kisses your neck, already imagining what you’ll look like stripped down.

And then: “I’m really tired. Can we not?” You say it softly. Calmly. Like you’re asking to skip dessert. Like this wasn’t the moment.

It fucks with him again.

You don’t flinch. You don’t explain. You just set a boundary — clean, quiet, absolute.

He freezes. Only for a second.

Then the smile returns. Soft. Charming. Mechanical.

“Of course.”

He kisses your temple like it doesn’t bother him. Like he’s fine. Like he’s not raging underneath.

He doesn’t show it. But inside? Something cracks.

Trying to convince himself — and failing:

After that night, Patrick tells himself it wasn’t his fault. He’s flawless. If anything, she is the one who’s off.

So he brushes it aside. Blames her mood, the timing, something outside of himself.

He tries again. And again. Each time, the answer stays the same — a quiet, unyielding no. No anger. No explanations. Just a firm boundary.

It unsettles him. Gnaws at his confidence. Breaks the neat image he’s built around himself.

He becomes colder. More distant. His once effortless charm turns hollow, his smiles sharper, colder.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he wonders silently. He masks the frustration, but it simmers beneath the surface.

Some nights, he contemplates escape. Flashy parties. Women who want him without questions. Prostitutes to fill the void.

But he never goes. Instead, he locks himself in the bathroom, shuts the door tight, and relieves the tension alone. The act is mechanical. Empty. Frustrating.

He hates that. But it’s the only way he can handle the growing disconnect.

The breaking point — and the question he can’t avoid:

A month in, Patrick’s patience is gone. He wonders — every day — why he hasn’t just gone to a prostitute already. It would be easier. Cleaner. No questions. No boundaries.

But something keeps him tethered. The tension — the silent rejection — it’s not just in their relationship. It’s bleeding into everything.

His murders become more frequent. More violent. Bloodier. It’s like he’s trying to vent the frustration he can’t put into words.

He barely sleeps. He barely thinks straight. And then, one night — after weeks of silent suffering — it all collapses.

He sits across from you, eyes dark and unguarded. The mask slips. “What’s wrong with you?”

But inside, he’s asking himself, too. Am I the problem? Is it me? Why won’t she want me?

The question haunts him. The doubt eats at him. He’s lost control. And he hates it.

The explanation — and his cold compromise:

You finally tell him. You don’t want to, but you have to.

You explain it gently. Slowly. Your voice is calm, but your chest feels tight.

You tell him you’re asexual. Not just disinterested — repulsed by sex. It’s not a phase. It’s not about him.

You care about him. Deeply. You love him, even. But you’ll never want that. Not with anyone. Not even him.

He stares at you. Blank. Too quiet. Too still. So you keep going —

You say you understand if that’s not something he can live with. You say you won’t hold it against him if he decides to leave. You even say you’d get it. Your voice cracks just a little when you say that.

For a long moment, he says nothing. Just that empty, unreadable face.

Then: “I’m not leaving.” His tone is flat. Icy. Final.

You want to believe it means something. You try to. But what you don’t hear — what he doesn’t say — is louder.

Inside, Patrick’s already weighing the optics. Ditching his girlfriend after six weeks? Bad look. People talk. Paul Allen would talk. So he says, “We’ll talk more later.”

And as he reaches for his coat: “I have to return some videotapes.”

No more performance — just the raw version of him:

Something shifts after your conversation.It clicks in his head: You’re not going to sleep with him. Ever.

So why bother with the charade? No more fancy restaurants. No more flowers. No more effort.

The “boyfriend” mask peels back, piece by piece. He stops trying to impress you. He doesn’t have to.

At first, it means long silences. A lot of mutual ignoring. He works out. You read. He listens to music. You scroll through weird forums.

But somehow, you start finding little overlaps. Horror movies. Old records. The finer points of murder weaponry (in fiction — mostly). You don’t flinch when Leatherface shows up on screen. You don’t ask him to tone down his rants about business cards or Huey Lewis. You just let him be.

And that… unnerves him. He doesn’t feel the need to seduce or manipulate you. You’re just there. Quiet. Calm. Odd.

He tells himself you’re just a background noise. A hobby. A strange little companion. But something about that starts to feel dangerous. Because for once, he’s not pretending. And he’s not sure what that means.

Real connection — and the night it gets too quiet in his head:

You listen to him. Not just nod and smile — you actually listen. You ask about his job, and mean it. You let him ramble about mergers, the market, the lies he tells people. You don’t interrupt. You don’t perform interest. You just are interested.

It’s… unsettling. No one does that. Not did Evelyn. Not Paul. Not even Courtney when she’s drugged into a fake smile.

At first, he files you under: hot friend. Weirdly perceptive. Good taste in movies. Doesn’t care about labels or image.

You’re not like the others. But not in a cliché way — you’re just there, and you see him. Worse: you understand parts of him no one else even notices.

Some nights, he doesn’t bother going back to his own apartment. He sleeps in your bed. Fully clothed. Facing the ceiling.

You both talk until 2 a.m. Sometimes about music. Sometimes about death. Sometimes about nothing.

And then — one night — something happens. He wakes up next to you. No dreams. No urges. He didn’t spend the night picturing your blood on his hands. Or your mouth on him. Or your breath choking out under his grip.

Just… quiet. It startles him. It bothers him. He lays there in the dark, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Trying to figure out when you stopped being something to consume and became something else entirely.

And he hates not knowing what that “something else” is.

The shift: when outside stops mattering

He used to thrive on events. Dinners. Openings. Award nights. Not for the experience — for the audience.

His girlfriends were props. Well-dressed trophies to prove he was better. Hotter girlfriend = higher status.

But with you? The shine wears off faster. He still brings you around at first. Watches people stare, listens to them whisper. It should be satisfying. But all he feels is boredom.

He cuts nights short. Starts skipping events altogether. No big declarations — he just doesn’t want to go. He tells himself it’s the venue. The crowd. The food.

But the truth? He’s started to like being inside more. At home. With you.

In sweats. With bad lighting. Watching disturbing films and dissecting them like weirdos. With no pressure to impress or be "Patrick Bateman".

For once, he doesn’t feel like a mask. And that should scare him — but instead, it calms him.

The thought he can’t get rid of:

It comes to him in the middle of a completely ordinary night. You’re both on the couch. You’ve got your legs draped over his lap, you’re eating some awful snack food and talking about dreams.

And then it hits him.

He doesn’t want to fuck you right now. He doesn’t want to kill you. He doesn’t want to leave.

He just wants to be here.

It doesn’t feel normal. He’s not used to stillness. No goal, no endgame. Just... this strange, clean hunger to stay close.

So his brain — his sick, rotting, calculating brain — tries to label it. Tries to dissect it.

Is this dependency? Is it obsession? Is it emotional rot?

Or — God forbid — Is this love?

He doesn’t say it. He can’t. The word alone feels filthy.

But something in him clicks, uncomfortably. Like a machine realigning.

And that night, when he goes to sleep next to you — he doesn’t fantasize about your blood. He doesn’t get hard. He doesn’t want anything from you.

He just wants you to still be there when he wakes up.

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers attempting to seduce an asexual reader. (Written for my asexual viewers).

Notes: This is meant to be purely humorous and fun. I wrote it for my asexual viewers in the hopes that I can put a smile on their faces. All the love in the world to you, my dears! 💜🤍🖤

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Albert Wesker

After killing two survivors in the trial, Wesker took his time unbuttoning his shirt. Then he slid off his glasses and ruffled his hair- something he never did unless it was for someone very special.

Ever since he had arrived here, countless people had tried getting into his pants. He was used to it, honestly. And while the attention felt good, he wasn't interested in anyone else. No.

He was interested in 'you'.

Anticipating your arrival at a generator, Wesker casually leaned against the hill and posed, showing off his smooth, veiny muscles and glistening abs. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the divine luxury of his biceps.

Oh yes, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Stare at the wondrous array of his beauty, his irresistible essence. There was no way you could resist him, no one could. Any second and you would either come running, or he would catch you staring at him like a red faced fish.

Grinning big in confidence, Wesker was midway through running his hand through his hair when he turned to see what your reaction was. He expected you to be excited, flustered and breathless, but instead...

You were rummaging through a chest, your side to him and your attention completely focused on the task at hand.

Ok, umm... What!?

Wesker pushed himself away from the hill. You were searching a chest? What? Why? What was so bloody important about 'that'? You should be paying attention to him.

Unable to believe it, Wesker watched as you proudly lifted up a flashlight that you clicked multiple times before standing up and tossing your old toolbox at the poor chest. Then you turned around and skipped away without a care in the world.

In the abyss, Wesker was left frustrated, humiliated and determined. Don't think that this was over with, (y/n), because it's not. Wesker isn't a man who likes to give up.

He'd have your attention eventually.

Herman Carter

He unlatches his mouth and head restraints and sheds his torn lab coat. His eyes glow a light pink as he unfastens his belt, untucks his shirt and purposely rips certain areas of his clothes thus leaving more lush, gorgeous skin to shine through.

They say that you were hard to get, But Herman liked to believe otherwise. Being one of the most popular people in the realm, his fame made him confident and certain of himself. If he wanted someone's attention, then he would get it.

Casually swinging his weapon around while guarding his perimeter, Herman kept an eye out for you. Any second and you should be returning to finish the generator.

When he finally saw you approach, he stretched, one arm moving behind his head to show off the gorgeous curve of his back and his strong muscles. His bare arms crackled with teasing electricity as he stroked his body, his fingers tugging at holes in his clothes and exposing the exciting view from within.

That's it, (y/n), look at him. Don't be shy. Bask in his charm and handsome, good looks. Stare at the way his muscles moved. Watch his strong thighs flex and let your imagination run wild. Yes.

Chancing a look in your direction, Herman expected to see you flustered, intimidated or frozen in awe, but instead...

You were talking to a crow.

Herman nearly dropped his weapon.

Are you joking him right now?

You were talking to a crow. Literally. You were kneeling down with a stick in your hand in which you tried to use to serenade the crow. Your back was to him and you were completely submerged in your essential conversation.

What on earth? Herman sighed in disbelief and frustration. Why were you talking to a crow? Were you mad? Look at him! He was practically famous- not to mention extraordinarily good looking. You shouldn't be paying attention to no crow.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to get your attention today, Herman sighed and walked away. You were certainly unique, but that only made him want you more.

Soon, (y/n). Very, very soon.

Frank Morrison

He was almost shaking with excitement as he took off his jacket and shirt. Today was the day. Today was the day that he finally got a rise out of you, and he would be the first. Everyone says you're unresponsive to this kind of act, but he begged to differ.

You just haven't got to see him in action yet is all.

Going so far as to unzip his pants, Frank then took his mask off and leaned against the rumbling generator. His plan was in motion. All he needed was to wait for you and everything would fall into place exactly how he wanted it to.

When he saw you come into view, Frank leaned back against the generator, stretching his arms and legs and glancing in your direction.

Go on, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Witness his exposed body and come undone. If you're good, he might even help you with all those flustered emotions. All you had to do was ask nicely.

Glancing in your direction, Frank catches you looking at him and he grins maliciously. Yes. That's it. He looks at you further, his body turning towards you as he gets ready to gesture you forward. Be good now, (y/n).

After a few seconds of staring at him though, something else caught your attention, and suddenly you were jogging off to a set of pillars nearby.

"Hey," Frank immediately protested as he pushed himself away from the generator. Where were you going?

Following you a bit, Frank's hands flew up in complete and utter disbelief.

A totem? You were cleansing a dull totem? Are you serious right now? What the heck!

Frank was utterly baffled. All of his hard work, and you barely even noticed him. Did you even have any kind of reaction at all? And what the hell was so great about a totem???

For a minute, Frank watched as you cleansed the totem and began searching the area for more, not a second glance given to him or the generator. Growling in frustration, Frank kicked the ground and wandered back to his stripped clothes.

They really weren't joking when they said you were unresponsive. Well, Frank wasn't joking either. He would get your attention one day, and he can guarantee that.

Evan MacMillan

He had worn his apron and jeans specifically for you. After he killed off at least two survivors, he shedded his apron thus leaving his upper body bare. Taking off his mask came next, and then he sat on a crate, patiently waiting for you to come around.

Most people love seeing him show off his strength, which is what he planned to do with you. If he could lure you in enough, then he would intimidate you, steal the words right out of your stuttering mouth and tell you what he knew you wanted deep, deep down.

Feeling himself burn with excitement, Evan nearly stood up too fast when he saw you come into view. Turning around, he kicked the generator, putting his muscles and strength on display. Then he grabbed a trap and kneeled down to set it, the air tickling his exposed crack.

Evan knew that he had a good body, and he wanted you to look at it. Look at it and imagine all the things it could do to you. Think about his strong thighs and thick waist. Think about his rough, calloused hands and fingers. Take it all in and imagine the possibilities.

Planning on playing the victim to your staring, Evan turned his head back, fully prepared to see you gawking at him. But instead...

You were looting David's belongings in which he had left after dying on a hook.

What in God's name?

Evan stood up, confused and somewhat irritated. Had you not noticed him? He growled, watching as you tossed out unimportant tools from a toolbox, completely focused on your own tasks.

You gotta be kidding him. This is what you were interested in instead of him? A toolbox? Really?

Crossing his arms, Evan sighed. He wasn't mad. He knew they had said that you were hard to get. Sure, he hadn't imagined you being quite this clueless, but still. It was strange.

Evan watched as you got your tools collected and skittered off in a different direction, and he shook his head in amusement. One of these days he was going to get a reaction from you. Just you wait.

Ji-woon Hak

They say you can't be seduced? Well, Ji-woon would like to prove otherwise. After all, who can resist the practical God of good looks? No one!

Wearing none other than his fancy swim shorts, Ji-woon was pumped with confidence and optimism. Getting your attention was going to be a piece of cake.

Waiting on top of a hill, Ji-woon waits until you come into view and then shouts to get your attention. You stop in your tracks and look at him. He smirks and takes out his throwing knives.

Facing a nearby fence, Ji-woon throws and throws his knives until he creates a heart shape in the old wood. Huffing in pride, he skillfully twirls a knife around while waiting your reaction.

You were staring at the fence, seeming to be in awe.

Ji-woon grins and strokes his hair, mumbling arrogant phrases in Korean as he begins to walk down the hill. On his way, he pushes his shorts down a bit, exposing the fine ridges of his pelvic bones. Then he trails his fingers down his sides and over his abs.

By the time he looks up to give you a wink, he sees you staring at him with a somewhat emotionless face. He smiled, ready to throw out the grand finale.

But suddenly...

Something passed by your face. It was a butterfly. A butterfly that had you gasping in delight and grinning big. Not but a few seconds after it flew by, you began chasing it.

"Eh?" Ji-woon was dumbfounded.

You. Were. Chasing. A. Butterfly?!

How could you be chasing a butterfly instead of paying attention to him? Come on. He just put on a big show for you. You should be falling to pieces in admiration and lust.

And yet you were chasing a freakin butterfly!!!

Cursing, Ji-woon covered his face and shook his head. You really were a difficult person to please. But, no matter. The more challenging the person, the more fun the possibilities.

Chuckling fondly, Ji-woon fought against chasing the butterfly with you. Instead he watched, adoring your childish nature.

Don't worry, (y/n), he wasn't giving up. One day he would steal your heart. One day...

[th3cadav3r]

Hello! I think a nice sfw fluff scenario for the Tulpar crew would be headcanons of how each character would react when the reader hesitantly tells them they don’t like sex or are asexual. Reader can be gn. Thank you, I really like your headcanon writings!

SFW Mouthwashing Headcanons—Asexual Reader

content: fluff, kissing, cuddling, mentions of sex, very very very slight acephobia from Jimmy(but with a happy ending)

author’s note: Keep in mind that I am not asexual therefore I cannot understand or fully grasp the asexual experience. I just tried my best based on what I’ve seen and heard online. Hope you enjoy!

Daisuke

You and him had been dating for about three weeks

You always held hands and made out a lot, but nothing more than that

His libido is pretty high because of his age, so naturally he wanted more

You were making out on the couch when suddenly you felt his hands start to wander

It was fine at first until his hand started reaching a little too low for comfort

“Wait—”you blurt out

He stops immediately, retracting his hand

“Sorry, did I do something wrong?” His voice is full of genuine concern

“No, it’s not your fault. I just uh…don’t want that”

He was a little confused. “We can move to my bed if you want” He suggests, thinking that you just wanted more privacy than the living room provided

“No, I…I mean I don’t want to have sex. It’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t like it”

He didn’t expect that but he understood. He smiled reassuringly

“That’s alright. I get it”

You breathed a sigh of relief and your body relaxed. You felt like you truly didn’t deserve such a sweet boyfriend

“Here—we can just cuddle instead” He offers with his arms open. You gladly accept

You spent the rest of the afternoon napping together and playing video games when you woke up

This was definitely different for him compared to his previous relationships, but he didn’t care. He loves you for you

Anya

You started dating towards the end of the trip

She’s more of a words of affection girl than a physical touch girl, which is perfect for you

At one point when things started to get a bit steamy, you finally told her

“Before this gets too far…you should know something about me”

You tell her how you feel no desire for sex but that you still love her the same. Of course she’s understanding once you explain it to her

“I appreciate that you told me”

You both have a long discussion about what is and isn’t okay in regards to your and her comfort. And you both come out of the conversation with a much better and deeper understanding of each other

Now whenever you and her get touchy, she knows exactly what to do to make you feel good without crossing the line

Curly

There was no doubt about it: You were the captain’s favourite

You spent a lot of time alone with him in the cockpit just chatting about the most random things

He definitely grew a liking to you and you to him. One day he asked you what exactly he was to you

You confessed your feelings to him and he does the same. While the moment feels amazing, you can’t help but feel worried about his reaction to your sexuality

“Hey, I should let you know–” You decide to just tell him now. “–I don’t really want this to be a sexual thing, okay?”

He’s a bit taken aback, you can clearly see that in his face. But he is by no means offended or upset

“No worries, then,” he reassures. “Thanks for telling me”

For the next few days, he was very overly cautious. He asked if you were comfortable before he gave you any kind of physical affection. It was a bit exhausting at first, but you appreciated that he cared so much

Swansea

Let’s be real: This man is old

His sex drive is almost all long gone

And he let you know this when you told him about your lack of sexual desire

“Yeah, so what?” he says gruffly and bluntly. “I’m fifty-fuckin’-six years old, sweetheart. Just thinking about sex makes my back hurt”

You were totally expecting that response. It still made you smile from ear to ear though

He wasn’t really a lovey-dovey type of guy when the others were around, but when you two were alone in his bedroom he was a lot more affectionate. Cuddles, kisses, caresses…everything he did was so gentle and comfortable

Jimmy

You’re definitely a lot closer to him than anyone else on board, even Curly

Neither of you really knew where you stood in terms of a relationship, but your “hangouts” included a lot of making out and touching

This was fine initially, but at a certain point it became too much for you

“Hold on—”You grab his wandering hand and move it off of your body

“What?” He was genuinely surprised that you stopped him

“This is going a bit too far for me”Your body tenses up, anticipating a very awkward and uncomfortable conversation

“What do you mean?” He sounded a little hurt and a bit annoyed

“I don’t…have a drive like that. I don’t want to do sexual stuff”You laid it all out for him

He was quiet for a bit. You couldn’t exactly read his face so you were starting to get a little nervous

“It’s not because of me, right?”

“No, of course not,” you reassure. “That’s just how I am”

He sighs. Whether it was out of relief or frustration you couldn’t tell

“Alright”

The atmosphere between you and him was a little awkward for the next few days. You couldn’t help but worry

“Sorry if I was being distant,” he finally told you one afternoon. “Just thinking things through”

“That’s alright” You were lying; you were a little upset that he basically ghosted you after you were so vulnerable with him, but you were willing to just let it go, at least for now

“I know you have your…thing. But I still like you”

Well that was a surprise. But a good one. Definitely a good one. You told him that you liked him back

He was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t do everything he hoped to do with you, but he still liked you a lot. Besides, he could always just “take care” of himself in private

[hjnguvyfytdd]

an expression is worth 1001 words

[yearningaces]

Thinking and thoughts here

Could you just imagine the impossible with me? Being in a loving marriage with your beloved husband -who you believe is human because why wouldn't you? He looks and acts like every other human and monsters aren't real. And he just adored you so very much, he communicates when he doesn't understand something or when a miscommunication is had. He never fights with you but you both work together to fix any problems, and focus on showing how much you care for each other. Truthfully he's the model husband. Almost to a scripted degree, but you've never felt so adored. Especially when he mirrors your affection and never seems to expect anything explicit, nor want it either. It feels safe, and comfortable... So why do you feel the sense of dread in your gut as you're looking at him right now?

Well, it might be how he's standing in the doorway, bag of takeout in hand, smile on his face. Mirroring how he always stands. But it's a brief moment, a flash of dark lines almost like thread wrapping around his joints, moving him like a giant flesh puppet.

And just as quickly as they were seen- they're gone again. Just your loving husband, Dorrin. Standing tall and gazing down, as though the mountain was watching the river below. Absolutely enamored and unyielding to everyone except you who he'd mold himself to better love as time goes on.

At your expression, his smile fades into a look of concern. His gaze follows yours, to his hand. And the brief flash of threading is gone but he knows exactly what you've seen.

His gaze returns to you, hollow. Slowly setting down the bag he was carrying and slowly crosses the room to get to you.

He seems... Empty. As if any signals for how he should be acting have been cut off. His looming figure almost listless as he gazes down at you with a dull gaze, no life behind his eyes. After a moment, his voice finally rings out. "Has this one displeased you, little love?"

You feel an inherent wrongness about how your beloved husband is speaking presumably of himself as if he isn't even here, with a slight stumble back it answers his question well enough.

Dorrin slumps, like a wind up toy who's finished it's final dance. The voice that drifts through the air is so familiar yet leaves your brain trembling at the sheer magnitude of the being behind it even if unseen. "I apologize, this puppet has proven defective for its sole purpose. Rest assured, such an oversight will be rectified promptly. Only the best shall be allowed closest to you."

With a horrified expression you can only watch as Dorrin- what you know to be Dorrin is... Folded away. Limbs snapping together into a ball not unlike when a child is ready to toss away their doll. And it's... Not there anymore. No blink of an eye, no noise or sight, it was there and it wasn't. And now you stand in the empty living room of a home you've shared with someone you thought you knew so very well.

What do you do?

What can you do?

You can feel gazes on you still, the same when that thing would watch you while you rested together. You can try to move towards a door or even a window and find them consumed in darkness. There is no threat here, but you are not allowed to leave at the moment.

You don't know it yet, but Dorrin just wants to keep you safe in the home he's so carefully crafted for you alone. Tonight he'll leave a new puppet at your door, identical to the last hundred that had done something leading to any inconvenience on you. You've never noticed before, and he doesn't know how to condense himself into a small enough form to be loved by such a miniscule creature he's so deeply fallen for. But that puppets strings weren't good enough to remain hidden. The new one will be better.

Only the best for you.

He will ensure it.

(Basically what happens when an endless creature of Eldritch being falls for a little bitty human? Why not craft a puppet to express his love for them on a scale they can comprehend! But those fickle puppets- never perfect enough for his little love)

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

the entire party is staying at an inn. they hear rhythmic creaking from Acetarion and Ace!Tav's room. what not-sex activity is going on in there?

Here’s a random list in no particular order

Ace!Tav is trying to teach Astarion how to dance

Astarion is reading them something and Tav is trying not to laugh but they’re still shaking the bed

They’re giving each other massages

Astarion wants to keep up his reputation as a rakish scoundrel with the group and doesn’t think they need to know the truth about he and Tav’s nonexistent sex lives so makes noises on purpose because it’s funny and provides a great excuse for he and Ace!Tav to have some alone time

They’re not having sex but that doesn’t stop them from having the occasional make out session

They can’t decide on who’s going to be the big or little spoon and just keep switching off all night

Ace!Tav has never been in a bed this big before and is just crawling around because what does anyone even do with this much space?!

Ace!Tav brought crackers into bed and now Astsrion is annoyed because street urchin or not, don’t leave crumbs in the bed, some of us have to sleep here leading to tackling, wrestling crackers out of Tav’s hand and some attempt at cleaning the mess

Astsrion is showing them some cool slight of hand tricks and Tav keeps bouncing in excitement

They’re trying to reorganize the room, but both of them have a -1 to strength checks so it’s taking a while

If anyone comes up with anything else, let me know! I’d love to hear it.

Astarion x Ace!Tav Masterlist

[shigarosie]

You waited until the end of your fifth date before you opened yourself up to what scared you the most about dating. You let yourself enjoy your time Kuroo- with Tetsuro- but things were going well, and you knew this conversation, this admission was inevitable. That things could all come to a screeching halt and you might not get to see him again after this. You let him walk you to your door, let him come in for some dessert you'd made, before your nerves started creeping up on you. And he noticed- of course he noticed. Tetsuro was getting good at noticing things about you since your first date a few weeks ago.

“What's bugging you, doll?” He asks, leaning onto his elbows from across the kitchen island, trying to get closer to you.

“There's… I have something that I…” the words didn't come easily, despite how many times you'd practiced them in your head since… well, since he'd first shown signs of interest in you, honestly.

“Hey,” he says, dipping his head to catch your lowered gaze. He's got that stupidly charming smile on his face, the one that somehow convinced you to let him take you out despite your fears, and somehow it does the trick.

“I don't want to have sex,” you practically blurt out.

He blinks. Once, twice, three times, clearly caught off guard.

He chuckles a little, reaching for your hand to rub a reassuring thumb across your palm. “That's fine,” he tells you, “I'm cool with that. Not expecting anything- we can wait as long as you need.”

You can tell he was expecting your fallen expression to lift back up, for some relief to settle in, but it doesn't.

“Even if… even if as long as I need is… forever?”

He's quiet again, his thumb pausing its comforting movements as your words sink in.

“You mean, like…”

“I mean,” you sigh, “I don't just not want to have sex now. I'm uh- I'm on the asexual spectrum. So I'm not really interested in having sex… ever.”

“Ever?” He repeats, and you hate that you can't read him as well as he can read you.

“Well-” you sigh. “I don't like to say never ever because- well it is a spectrum after all and who knows how my feelings might change in the future but- but I don't see myself wanting to have sex and I don't want you to think that if you just wait around long enough I'll change my mind or give in because most likely I won't and-”

He holds a hand up, effectively stopping your word vomit of an explanation.

“Woah,” Tetsuro says, “hey, I wouldn't wait for you to give in.” He picks your hand up again, squeezing it. “If you're saying right now that you're not interested in having sex ever, I'm taking your word. I'm not gonna expect you to change your mind or put any pressure on you to give me something you don't want to give.”

You feel silly for the tears that prick at your eyes, but you silently wipe them away and continue listening.

“I said we can wait as long as you need. I meant that. There's no expiration date on it. It's okay.”

“So you… you're okay with that? That if you continued to date me, you'd most likely never have sex again?”

He takes a deep breath, really considering your words. You tried not to spiral, knowing that it's only realistic for him to have to think about it. Sex was important for a lot of people and Tetsuro had a bit of a reputation. It's why you were so hesitant to accept his offer to take you out in the first place.

“I mean, I like sex, don't get me wrong,” he says. “And I guess I'd miss it but… I'd rather miss sex than miss what we have.”

You can't bring yourself to respond- any words are caught beneath the lump in your throat that's preventing you from bursting into tears.

“Hey, no, don't cry, doll,” he says, seeing your lip quiver. He comes around the counter to pull you into his arms. “I'm sorry- this is new for me, I don't know what the right thing to say is-”

No,” you interrupt, voice wobbly, “no, you said the right thing. You said- what you said was perfect. Too perfect, I didn't think-” a hiccup of a sob forces its way out and Tetsuro sways you back and forth.

“I don't know who made you think otherwise,” he says softly, placing his lips on top of your head for a lingering moment. “But you- getting to know you, getting to have you, getting to connect with you- way more valuable than having sex.”

You sniffle, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Yeah?”

“Definitely. I mean, think about it. I can replace sex pretty easily. Use my hand, maybe a toy or two-”

You snort, giggling like the immature adult you were.

“But you?” He pulls back to look you in the eye, wiping a tear from your cheek in the process. “Irreplaceable.”

“You're sure you're okay with it?” You question. “I wouldn't blame you if you weren't.”

“I'm positive,” he assures you. “I want you. And if that doesn't include a sexual relationship, then I'm glad to give that up. Promise.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling him close again for a tight hug. “Thank you. For accepting me.”

He squeezes you back. “Thank you for trusting me- I know it probably wasn't easy for you.”

You hold each other for a while, silently swaying together, before Tetsuro speaks again.

“Does this mean I can't check you out anymore or…?”

“No, please do. I still like knowing you're attracted to me.”

“Okay good, because I've got a good view of your ass here and these jeans you got on-”

You laugh, nuzzling into his neck. And despite your fears, you knew everything was okay. With Tetsuro, you wouldn't have to worry or feel guilty. With him, you were enough the way you were.

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Ring

Rhysand x Ace!Reader

A/N: Happy Pride to everyone but especially to my ace community! I see you and I love you!

“Darling?” Rhys said, rousing you from your near dozing. The two of you were curled up on the massive bed, snuggling together in a pre-sleep state. He’d been rubbing soothing circles along your arm, slowly working down to your right hand, which he now held aloft, inspecting.

“Hm?” you drowsily responded.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about this,” he held up your hand so you could see and pointed to the simple black ring on your middle finger. It was the only ring he’d ever seen you wear.

You had been dating for a long while, but had never engaged in any… you know. You were beyond thankful for that, seeing as you were a particular brand of asexual.

Asexuality, and many other queer identities were not new or strange in Velaris. Rita’s was a haven of community for you all, as was the various arts districts that made the city shine.

That didn’t mean you and others of various identities did not face adversity here and there. You’d been screamed at and mocked for your orientation before, when you’d been brave enough to share.

Your lack of sexual attraction extended to a general distaste for sex in general. Nothing beyond the connection appealed to you, something you could easily get from romance alone.

You hadn’t told Rhys yet. You were scared. You’d been burned before and Cauldron help you, you didn’t think you’d be able to weather losing him.

But, honesty was important, so you sighed shakily.

“Darling?” Rhys asked, concerned.

“No, I need to get this out, just let me okay, love?”

He nodded once. You exhaled, breathing a little easier now.

You let your hand remain in Rhys’s, twisting it to give him a better look at the ring.

“This is my ace ring. It’s a symbol of my asexuality. Our community has about a million different signals for each other and this is one of them. A black ring on the right middle finger. Aromantics have a similar thing, a white ring on the left. People of both orientations sometimes wear both.”

Rhys took your following silence to be room for him to search for clarification. “But you only wear the black one.”

“Right. Because I’m asexual, not aromantic.”

“And sometimes it’s assumed they’re the same thing?” Rhys guessed.

You exhaled a sharp, emotionally laden breath, one that spoke of past pain, “yes.”

Rhys sighed, pulling your hand closer, kissing the back of your middle finger specifically.

“I love you, nothing could ever change that. You know that, right?”

You raised silver lined eyes to his, “even if I never want to-“

Rhys cut you off with a soft, loving kiss. When you parted, foreheads resting together, he said, “Darling, I fell in love with you. Anything you grant me is more than enough for me. I love you more than a single act.”

With his other hand he brushed your tears away with a thumb. “What’s wrong, love?”

“No, these are good,” you sniffed, “it’s just… I’ve never been with someone who understood.”

“Oh darling,” he said softly, kissing you once more. It was a kiss that spoke of a bone deep love, of unwavering support, and profound understanding and acceptance.

You had a feeling you’d never have to worry about your what-if statements ever again.

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Asexual Reader x TWST Characters: Part One! Rewritten

This is a rewrite of earlier posts I once wrote on a different blog. I am revisiting this and trying to improve on what I wrote and once again doing this for myself and other asexuals who lack the content and kindness others get. Writing this for every fanfic I've read where the character breaks up with the reader for being asexual and doing better. 

That said, Everything will be entirely my headcanons and you aren’t required to agree with my interpretations of the characters and story.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil will give you a fond smile, because honestly he’s just happy you are willing to tell him, and that you feel safe enough to do so. He’ll treat you no differently than he has, still being a caring and considerate boyfriend. Since boundaries are the most important thing in any relationship he’s probably going to make sure that he understands your boundaries and make sure that none have changed for you. Or if some boundaries have changed to make sure he understands them and to make mental notes. After all, he knows very well what it’s like to have someone cross boundaries, he absolutely would not want to cross his significant others boundaries and be the source of their discomfort.

Vil has always been one to find different ways to show affection, some more traditional than others. Gifting flowers, brushing your hair, doing each other's nails, greeting you with a kiss to the back of your hand, Taps on the shoulder or wrist to say I love you, holding pinkies, or even pinkie promises. He absolutely cherishes forehead kisses above all else, he’d even lean down for one if requested. He’d find any way to bring a smile to your face because that’s all he really wants, is for you to be happy.

Honestly, I think the longer the relationship goes on, and more specifically as his understanding of asexuality develops. I think Vil slowly comes to the conclusion that all too well describes himself. He comes to enjoy quality time, and other gestures of intimacy that he finds more enriching and cherish worthy. In fact he learns the value of words of affirmation and learns to appreciate them in a new light with his significant other. Because giving sincere compliments and affirmations to someone he cares about deeply feels beautiful and receiving them from the same person ? even more so.

At the end of the day, He’ll always make sure you're comfortable with what he is doing. If you ask him to stop, he’ll listen and stop and make sure you're okay. He mostly just wants someone he can trust and spend his spare time relaxing with. Considering the rest of his time is spent being busy and stressed. So being able to make each other comfortable and spend time resting and relaxing, making each other smile is more than enough for him.

Jamil Viper

Jamil at first might not completely understand, however he is a fantastic listener, so he will let you explain and ask questions to make sure he understands completely. He is very calm and understanding throughout the whole thing. He’ll make sure to ask what is acceptable and what is completely off the table. Regardless of whatever those boundaries may look like he is bothered because at the end of the day he just wants you to be comfortable and happy. To him it's rather simple like that. Because he values your boundaries and your comfort. Much like he wants his significant other to understand and respect his own.

He most certainly shows love in less physical ways, touch isn’t something he is particularly good at. However, he is quite fond of gifting his significant other two things, flowers and food. The flowers are specifically chosen with care, they always have a hidden meaning of their own, and he often doesn’t enjoy cooking for others, for his significant other it is different. He wants to make sure they are well fed and taken care of.

More importantly he is just a sucker for quality time, especially since he is also a busy person. So if you guys are just in the same room spending time together he is very appreciative of that time together. Sometimes that may look like cuddling together and not doing anything for about 30 or 40 minutes. Sometimes that looks like him doing whatever chores he has to get done while talking to you while you do something completely different. Whatever works for the two of you that day or that moment.

Jamil values communication significantly, so i’ll always be communicating what he is doing or what he plans to do, and if you voice your discomfort or disinterest he will absolutely understand and respect that. Especially if you do the same in kind for him when he isn’t comfortable with something. Needless to say he’ll always make sure that the two of you are on the same page.

Floyd Leech

As I once stated before, This to Floyd, Has changed absolutely nothing about your relationship with him. He still gets cuddles? Perfect. He still gets hugs? Even better. He does apologize whenever he does cross a boundary and learns to make up for it and not do it again. He does enjoy physical contact but that doesn’t mean he’s going to cross your boundaries, besides there are different ways to do so. He quite enjoys even the most subtle of touch.

Though, there might be some questions farther down the line that he might have, however that is something he will talk about with his significant other and the two will decide on how you both will handle things moving forward. Because he is considerate about his significant others' wants and thoughts on important and trivial matters. Especially considering how much damage he would create in the hypothetical of someone just being disrespectful towards his significant other, for any reason.

That said, Floyd is more than happy to just spend time with you. That may be pulling you along to pull some prank, go on an adventure of some kind, scare the daylights out of younger students, or maybe just being a cuddle puddle on the floor, either watching something together or talking endlessly about anything and everything. You’d be surprised how philosophical and down to earth Floyd can get sometimes. Oftentimes talks can go for hours and feel very cathartic.

Honestly as long as you enjoy supporting him in whatever he is doing whether that's on the sports team or whatever antics he gets up to he doesn’t mind or care. As long as you are both happy and enjoying life to the fullest. He, far more cares about being able to dance with you under the moonlight and having thought provoking conversation at late hours that ends with you telling him to shut up and go to bed because it's 3 am.

Azul Ashengrotto

The first thing that comes to mind while rewriting this for Azul is that I think he would honestly be relieved. Clears the air for him and removes a lot of self placed expectations from himself. Honestly makes him feel better and helps him relax a little bit in the relationship. Big heart to heart conversation about wants, needs, expectations and boundaries that should leave you both feeling better and more confident with each other.

He will do his best to set aside time to spend time with you, and when he has to cancel plans he often will get you something to make up for it. Not that it’ll solve the problem but he usually does it so he can give it to you in person and spend time with you anyway. Its usually something that you had mentioned needing or wanting or needing a replacement of something. He wants his gifts to be thoughtful, practical and helpful.

Even when it comes to simply cuddling on the couch he’ll make sure you're comfortable and make sure you're okay with where his hands are resting. He enjoys quiet peaceful relaxing time with his significant other. Nothing has to be happening, maybe the radio is on, or the tv. Maybe you're both doing your own things, but just getting to be in each other's presence with no expectation of the other is nice.

Post it note messages. He won't admit how soft he gets when he sees a note you left him. Not to mention he’ll find ways to slip you notes in return. They will always be unapologetically sweet and sappy. Not to mention he’ll find ways to just let you know that he was thinking of you and that he loves and cares about you. Even if it is just a short message saying I love you.

Lilila Vanrouge

Previously I had said Lilia was Asexual, today I say he is still Asexual and very much so polyamorous, No I won’t elaborate on how or why. He is a hopeless romantic by nature and that manifests in many different ways. He will be the most understanding and accommodating and will continue to fall head over heels for you. He’d do many things for those he cares and loves oh so dearly, and you will be able to feel his affections on an emotional level.

Poetry, Love letters, cheesy pickup lines, flowers, cute or thoughtful gifts, he’d even serenade you outside your bedroom window if you let the man. Most of the ways he shows love aren’t very physical to the touch, they are actions of love. Doing laundry for you, or getting you coffee while you're busy. Bringing you something to help you fall asleep on a sleepless night. Telling a story to make you laugh or maybe feel better. He’ll literally sweep you off your feet if you let him.

Consider him inviting you over for afternoon tea on a day off, a harp and piano playing a soft melody as the two of you dance in the gardens peacefully. Honestly he’d probably pull this off at any time of day for as long as it felt magical and enchanting for you. Because at the end of the day he just wants his significant other to feel loved. Ideally the goal for him is for you both to continue to fall in love over and over again.

Cold winter nights will be spent drinking your favorite warm or winter drink of choice, cuddled up together by the fireplace. Lilia softly humming a melody of unknown or forgotten origin. Curled up in more handmade blankets than you can count. This could also apply to cold rainy days.

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Part One | Part Two

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

logan howlett x asexual!reader

notes: fluff, mentions of sex, kissing, nuanced take on asexuality.

It took you a long time to say yes to going out with Logan.

And it wasn’t simply a case of you ‘playing hard to get’. You have no desire to be a fling. Sure, you recognize that objectively, he is hot! And you think to yourself, maybe you’d give him a shot if he didn’t just want to sleep with you.

So, for months, he pines. And it’s a rather new experience, he’s used to people just throwing themselves at him after a few flirty conversations, but it takes almost four months for you to even agree to go out with him.

When you do, he makes sure to put in his best effort—You two go out to a really nice dinner, and then you go on this long drive to a cliff side, and you lean against his motorcycle, holding hands as you look to the stars.

His heart thumps as your thumb gently rubs against his knuckles.

So the two of you date—

You kiss, you eat lunch together, you spend long nights with your hands running through his hair, reading to him.

But you don’t sleep with him.

He thinks maybe it’s a religious thing or maybe some weird fetish, like you think waiting will make it even better. But he doesn’t ask you about it, because he remembers how long it took you to go out with him, so he keeps it to himself.

Until one day, about seven months into your relationship.

The snow whirls outside the X-Mansion, the wind rattling your windows, as you curl up in bed, wrapped in his flannel, a couple of blankets and his arms.

“Can I ask you a question, Spitfire?” He wonders.

“Anything.” You answer, meaning it whole heartedly.

The Wolverine feels himself get nervous before he asks,

“Why haven’t we had sex yet?” He asks, and you take a minute. You knew the conversation would happen eventually. Logan isn’t your first boyfriend, so you know that the people you’re with are owed an explanation. And you brace yourself—If he isn’t willing to listen to you on this, you’re ready to walk away.

You sit up so you can be looking at him—It’s rather intimate.

“I’m Asexual.” You answer.

A beat.

“A sexual what?”

You laugh a little, mostly because you think it’s silly, especially considering Logan isn’t straight (you see how he’s looked at Scott).

“No, Asexual—It means I experience little to no sexual attraction,” You answer, and he tilts his head.

He’s committed a lot of time to you already. The explanation sort of scares him, and he’s ready to run away but he stays put, not wanting you to think he can’t handle whatever it is you’ve just thrown at him—But he was born in the early 1800’s. Have a bit of grace for the man.

“Okay, What does that mean, though?” He asks, and you’re grateful he hasn’t broken up with you yet.

“So, I.. I really like you. I mean—I love you, Logan.” You confess, “But sex just.. isn’t something I need, especially not often. I get horny, It’s just.. Sex is different for me. I like making out with you, kissing you, touching you—and there might be times where I do want to have sex with you, probably to show my affection and grow closer to you—Sex isn’t procreation or pure pleasure to me, it’s something that I only like to do every once in a while and I do it as a way to get closer to whoever I love. Does that make sense?”

Logan nods. It does make sense—Sex isn’t your thing. And he knows historically, he’s been passed around by the other x-men like a blunt, but in dating you for a while, since you two haven’t slept together, he’s much more okay with that being more rare.

Sure, you’re both attracted to each other, and like you said, making out is really nice, but..

“Yeah.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Well, I just..” he takes your hands in his, trying to convey what it is he wants to communicate. “We’re more than just dating. At least to me. No one’s ever been in my corner like you, and.. I don’t just look at you in a physical manner, I.. I look over my shoulder for you when I see something stupid or fun, because I want to share everything with you. I know it’s been rocky at times, but..” He clears his throat. You see tears well in his eyes and you just smile, your hand detaching from his to wipe a tear that runs down his face.

“I know.” You say softly, and he smiles.

“I don’t need sex to love you.” He tells you. He kisses you gently and asks, “Don’t feel like that’s ever something I need, okay, spitfire?”

“Okay, Claws.”

//i don't know what else to say about this other than i know i write smut often and graphically but i am in fact asexual, so i wanted to throw my hat in the ring for writing not only a queer reader but a reader who is asexual. you deserve a place in fanfiction too. also, readers description of asexuality is based off my own, so please remember that asexuality isn't a one size fits all thing.