#asexual!reader

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I Want It All: Part 1

Part 2, Part 3; AO3 Link

Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Asexual!Reader, Astarion x Bard!Reader

Flirting, Light Angst, Longing

Summary: You and Astarion had been playing this little game of yours for a while; he pretends to care, you pretend not to fall for it. It's easy, even fun at times. The trouble is, what happens the moment you can't pretend anymore?

A/N: This turned into a monstrosity. For my own sanity I need to break it up into three parts. I also apologize in advanced, the stuff in the preview won’t pop up until part 2. And please, REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! I NEED VALIDATION TO LIVE!!!

Word Count: 4.8K

The day really couldn’t decide whether it was going to be terrible or tolerable. 

On the one hand, it had been pouring rain for hours, leaving you and your party drenched as you searched for some place dry to sleep. On the other hand, you were able to find an inn with more than enough rooms to accommodate all of you. On the other, other hand, rooms cost money, something that was in short supply. 

“How much does that make?” Karlach asked, placing her share into the pile. 

Gale counted out the coins. “Enough for our own rooms, but not much in the way of food.” His brow furrowed slightly. “Hold on, this can’t be right. Who forgot to pitch in?”

All eyes turned suspiciously to Astarion. 

He raised his hands in surrender. “I put down enough for the room. Food is something…you all have to deal with.”

Lae’zel gave him a hard look, the threat obvious on her features. 

“We could always share a room or two,” Shadowheart cut in. “That will at least hold us over until we can find a way to make more coin.”

A devilish smirk formed on the vampire’s lips as his eyes turned to you. “I’m not opposed to the idea. Certainly would make it easier for me to get a little midnight snack.” 

You gave a theatrical sigh. “Not tonight dear. I have a headache.” 

“Teasing minx.” 

“Can the pair of you not for ten seconds?” Wyll complained. 

You bit back a laugh, turning your gaze to the dining area of the tavern. Gods you could smell something delicious cooking over the fireplace. When was the last time you had a proper hot meal? 

It was then you turned your eyes to one of the empty corners. The solution to the issue of food suddenly became obvious. 

“Not to worry everyone,” you announced, swiping the coins from Gale’s hand. “Dinner is on me.” 

Before anyone could speak, you stepped towards the bar, making a point to put on your best smile. 

A elderly halfling woman regarded you as you approached. “What can I get you deary?”

“Actually it’s a matter of what I can do for you,” you said. “I see you have some instruments sitting much too idly.”

The old lady shrugged. “Not really. Night like this you don’t need music to bring people in.”

Your smile faltered a moment, but you pushed on. “That may be, but nothing keeps people drinking longer and deeper than a good song.”

She gave you a disparaging look. “Don’t tell me, bard right?”

“Guilty.”

“If you don’t have money for the rooms, we don’t comp that.”

You waved the comment away. “The rooms aren’t the issue. However, if you’re willing to part with a cauldron of stew, I’ll consider it payment enough.” 

Her eyes remained wary, but you knew you had her as a twitch came to her lips. “That’ll do.  Thirty minute set. You eat after.” 

She held out a hand which you took, striking the bargain. 

It didn’t take long after to secure the rooms. They were nothing fancy, but a mattress was a mattress and with the guarantee of true privacy for the first time in weeks, none of you were complaining. 

“How’s this about food then?” Karlach asked, taking a seat at one of the few tables large enough to accommodate all seven of you. 

“All taken care of,” you assured. “Just need to pluck out a quick set and we can eat.” 

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Astarion said. “I don’t mind it myself, but your songs have a tendency to be a bit, well…destructive. Frankly I’m surprised you didn’t use that cutting mouth of yours to simply insult the woman into feeding you.” 

“As it turns out, I have a little thing called restraint. Unlike some people,” you countered. 

“Oh trust me my dear, I’m well aware of that.” 

You rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore the slight twist of guilt in your stomach. 

He couldn’t seem to help making those kinds of jabs ever since you had declined his offer for a midnight tryst; always alluding to the theme of “untapped passions” or “delayed gratification”. It was starting to wear on you. 

Gods knew you liked him. He had so many qualities you admired; insight, intelligence, charm, the way he could make you laugh. The more you learned, the more you wanted to know and the more you were willing to give for answers. The trouble was his idea of a night of passion and yours were so very, very different.

A part of you knew the honest thing to do would be to spell it out for him.  You understood him well enough to know he’d respect those boundaries. At the same time, you didn’t want to lose this, whatever this was, between you. If suddenly that night of passion was off the table, all those moments, all his attentions would be lost. He’d be a friend, certainly, but nothing more. 

It was selfish. You knew it was. You couldn’t imagine finding the words to explain it to him. It would leave you too exposed, too vulnerable to that insistent burning want that had a way of tearing you apart from the inside out. It was better to leave him to his assumptions of suppression and prudishness. You’d keep your dignity at least. 

Pushing those thoughts away, you took your place in the unobtrusive corner and the spare violin waiting for you. 

A smile spread across your face as you tucked the familiar instrument under your chin. Since this whole adventure of yours began, you had little opportunity to apply your skills. Music had always been a source of comfort to you. It felt right to indulge in it now, some place safe and filled with warm firelight. 

With a flick of your wrist you began, the resonating tone of the strings filling the room. 

You allowed your eyes to close as you slipped into the melody. The sounds of conversation and laughter fell to an idle murmur. It was a simple tune, something easy to match the atmosphere, but one you loved all the same. You always found it best to start with something familiar. If the patrons could see you get lost in the music, they inevitably followed. 

As the first song came to an end, you chanced a quick glance at your audience. 

Most of the patrons still prattled on, but enough turned your direction to encourage you to try something a little more daring. 

Your fingers flew, igniting a livelier rhythm. More eyes found their way to you. A pleasant bubbling sensation filled you. They were falling right into your hands.  

Rising to your feet, you glided across the floor, moving with the music towards the center of the room. 

Patrons shuffled out of the way, transfixed by your performance. Even your companions had stopped their chatter. 

Karlach and Shadowheart’s faces lit up in delight. A smile touched the corner of Gale’s mouth. Even Lae’zel and Wyll looked on with admiration at your skills. As for Astarion…Astarion just stared. 

You couldn’t quite read what was going on behind those scarlet eyes. It was a look you had caught him wearing more than once, always blinked away before you could fully comprehend its meaning. All you knew was how it made that dangerous hope spark in your chest. 

He caught you looking and quickly morphed his expression to its familiar smirk. The bastard even had the audacity to wink. 

You rolled your eyes pretending not to have seen. It was all part of the game after all. He pretended to care, you pretended not to fall for it. 

A lute suddenly joined you from one of the corners, strumming its way into a new song. 

You turned as a cheer rose, encouraging the intrusive lutist forward. He was human by the look of him and certainly skilled in his own right. He took a moment to embellish your solo before taking over with one of his own. Soon enough you joined the conversation again with a counter melody. It wasn’t as clean as you would have liked it. The lad clearly had meant to upstage you, but you made sure to put him in line, allowing the impromptu duet to end in some kind of harmony. 

You transitioned easily to a new song as he took a seat, bowing to you as he did.

Remembering your showmanship, you made a point to bow in return, schooling your expression into a flirtatious grin before pulling away. That earned the man a round of cheers from his friends and a few obvious oohs from the crowd; exactly as you intended. 

You continued on with the remainder of your set. Requests were shouted from the audience, all the pieces of music moving to and from your fingers with practiced grace.  By the end of it, your arms were exhausted, but your face hurt from smiling. Gods you had missed this. 

As you took your bow, applause followed you back to your table as well as a handful of extra coin. 

“That was amazing!” Karlach said, beaming at you. “How’d you learn to play like that?”

“Years of practice,” you said, with pride. “Had to find an honest living somehow.”

“Well, it was beautifully done,” Gale added. “Maybe next time we make camp you could grace us with another performance. Provided we’re not all about to die of course.”

You shot him a grin. “I could be persuaded.” 

The wizard turned his gaze away, his lips turning into a knowing smirk. “You’ve been unnaturally quiet Astarion. Been bewitched have you?”

The vampire blinked as if coming out of deep thought. It was only in those last moments did you realize just how intently he had been looking in your direction.

“Yes,” he said, a little stiffly, “you were quite…good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Be careful there. You wouldn’t want to overwhelm me with praise.”

He regarded you a moment before a sly smile turned at his lips. 

You were almost relieved. That look you understood at least. 

“If it’s praise you crave, you need only ask,” he purred. “You, my dear, are an unparalleled talent. Your beauty and grace alone should have brought you into the presence of kings. A true diamond in the rough.”

You snorted out a laugh.

“No good?” he continued. “How about this one; if I die tomorrow and the gods grant me mercy it will be your song that brings me into the beyond.”

You gave him a slow clap. “Brava.” 

He inclined his head in a little bow. “But seriously, you were good and you didn’t even destroy the furniture. Admittedly though, I wouldn’t have minded if he had met with a little accident.” 

You followed Astarion’s eye line to the lute player chatting with his friends. He perked up as he felt eyes on him. Without the distraction of playing, you could easily tell he was handsome in that sun kissed farmer’s son kind of way. Probably had most of the girls in the village swooning. 

He raised a tankard to you in toast.

You met the gesture in acknowledgment. 

“He wasn’t that bad,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“He was the worst part of your performance,” Astarion insisted. 

You knew he wasn’t wrong, but you couldn’t help but have your fun. 

“Oh my darling, don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you said, placing a hand over your heart.

“Certainly I am,” he said, clutching his own chest in turn. “He’s the only person I’ve seen you willing to make sweet music with. And judging from his looks, he would have much preferred it to be a private performance.” 

You didn’t bother looking over to the other table to see if he was telling the truth. It didn’t matter either way. It never did. Your answer was always the same. 

“He’ll have to keep waiting.” You shrugged. “Not my type.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed slightly, leaning in closer. “And what exactly is?”

You didn’t answer, deciding instead to take a long sip of your ale.

He continued to eye you, his lips pursed as if trying to solve a puzzle. After a few moments he let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Fine, keep your secrets, but I will figure it out eventually.”

Your lip twitched up into a half smile. “You may certainly try.” 

It was then one of the staff brought out a truly enormous cauldron of the most delicious smelling stew you had smelled in your life. 

You didn’t think to wait as you greedily poured a ladle full into your empty bowl. Two full days on the road with nothing but a handful of nuts and berries to sustain you had taken its toll. The rest of the group soon followed, each taking their share. You ate yours so quickly that by the time the ladle had made the circle, you were grabbing for seconds.  

“Hungry are we?” Astarion observed. 

You paused mid bite, heat rising in your cheeks. You took a quick look at everyone else. Nobody seemed to have noticed how you inhaled your food. They were content enough in their own bowls and conversation. Carefully you swallowed before self consciously setting down the spoon in your hand.  

           “I am the one who worked for this,” you said, more defensively than you intended. 

Astarion regarded you with a raised eyebrow. “Even so, it’s not going to disappear the second you look away.” 

“Says you.” 

“Clever,” he said, dryly. “Devastating really. What’s next? Are you going to hit me with an “oh yeah” or Gods forbid a “your mother”?”

“I was actually leaning towards, “leave me to eat in peace you pompous jackass”.”

“Oh yes, that’s much better.”

You breathed out a frustrated sigh. Hopefully it would distract from your obvious embarrassment. You had thought you’d tucked those bad habits away. 

Years of living on your own had left you going to bed hungry more times than you cared to remember. There was a time food had disappeared from your plate if you didn’t eat it fast enough. Of course, things got better. You found music and people willing to listen. It gave you fire and shelter and a contented stomach on good nights. Still, there were the bad ones and old instincts took over. It took practice not to be as ravenous as you knew your nature to be. 

“Do I need to worry about your hunger?” you asked, deciding to change the subject. 

“Oh you of all people should know by now. I’m insatiable,” he crooned. 

Your eyes narrowed, unamused. “I’m being serious, when’s the last time you ate?”

He shrugged. “Few days. Last time I fed on you I imagine.” 

Your stomach gave a sudden guilt ridden twist. If that were the case, it had to have been at least three days ago. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because as much as the image of you swooning in my arms is appealing, I’d rather it be over my charms rather than blood loss.” He nodded his head towards the bowl. “From my own experience hunger and restraint don’t mix.” 

You tried to fight it. You really did. Years of instinct and reason told you not to fall for the softness in his eyes and voice. He simply didn’t want to explain a dead body to the rest of the party. It wasn’t out of some concern for your well being. And you absolutely could not allow yourself to believe he recognized the desperation in your actions and not pass judgment. If you believed that, you’d be in much more danger than you already were. 

“Excuse me deary,” an elderly voice asked. “I was wondering if I could have another moment of your time.”

You turned to see the barkeeper at your shoulder. 

“Oh,” you said, surprised. “Of course.” 

You moved to stand, but she gestured you down. It was then you noticed she was carrying a case. It was worn with age, but clearly lovingly maintained as the edges shone with intricate gold inlay. 

“I know you already paid for your meal,” she said. “But I was hoping I could ask for one more performance tonight.”

She opened the case to reveal the most beautiful violin you’d ever laid eyes on. The wood was a carefully polished chestnut interrupted with carvings which matched those on the case. The strings shone like gold and the pegs carved marble. You may not be a trained wizard, but could feel the magic pulsing from every square inch of it. 

“What is this?”

“It was my father’s,” the woman explained. “He was a bard you see, best in these parts from what people told. He had so many stories and songs. Built it himself to help tell them. Try as I might though, I could never get it to play as sweetly. I was hoping you might.”

You looked to your companions. The obvious curiosity played on all their faces. 

With a cautious hand, you plucked one of the strings. 

It was perfectly in tune. The sound echoed, rich and vibrant even with so light a touch. The instrument itself seemed to glow as if happy to be played once again.

Slowly, you lifted it from the case, taking the bow in hand. You placed it on the strings and with an exhale drew the first notes. 

It was the loveliest sound you’d ever heard.  

The vibrations resinated in your fingers, moving through your arm and into your chest. 

You decided to start simple, a handful of scales to get the intonations just right. 

Color danced across the strings, rippling from your fingers like raindrops in a pond. 

“Woah,” Karlach said, her eyes widening in awe. “Are you doing that?”

“No,” you said, pausing your motions, as you let it fall slack in your hands. 

The elderly halfing smiled. “My father always said an artist puts their truth into every stroke of the bow. This here helps one’s heart shine. I saw the way you performed earlier, you’re not afraid to play what’s true.”

Color rose in your cheeks, unsure how to take such praise. “Thank you.”

She just smiled, nodding towards the instrument. “Keep playing. See what happens.”

You were suddenly aware of the rest of the party’s eyes turning expectantly towards you. Some with caution, some with anticipation, and one pair of red eyes with unreadable intentions. 

Knowing there was no way you were getting out of this now, you rose from your seat, placing the violin securely beneath your chin. 

You started slow, picking a tune every beginner memorized in their first lessons. 

The music sparkled in front of your eyes, twirling outward in melodic waves.

The hum of conversation began to die down as you spotted the barkeeper beckon for silence. 

You continued on, moving to something a little more complex, allowing yourself to let the rest of the room blur in the peripheries. 

The sound of boots on cobblestones met your ears. Glancing down you saw stone where hardwood floors had been. 

You took another step. 

The stones followed. 

Around you the room fluctuated between firelight and the brightness of morning. Looking up you could see a clear sky had replaced the hatched ceiling. 

A smile spread across your face as you stepped away from your bench. 

As if waiting for your queue the rest of the bar quickly moved tables and chairs out of the way, clearing the center floor. 

The sun followed as the cobblestones spread out in front of you like a stream. With every flourish, finer details were added. You changed the direction allowing a building to form beside you, then another and another. Images of people faded in and out like memories, coming and going with the flow of the music. 

You never felt anything like this before. The strings sang inside you, drawing out a melody you knew was there, but had always managed to slip from your grasp. 

You surrendered to its current, following it deeper and deeper until all you could see, all you could touch was the music. 

Behind your eyes the streets began to turn and change. Buildings loomed large overhead. You could hardly see the stars. A cold swept through your clothes, the chords of the melody vibrating with the shivers in your hands. The world was so much bigger and you were so much smaller. 

No instrument laid in your hands, but still the music played on as if you had slipped into a dream. 

You continued to walk unsure of where your feet were carrying you until something warm pressed against your back. Light reflected behind you, casting long shadows on the ground. A melody played, soft and soothing against your own. You turned towards it as the voices of long forgotten conversation and laughter accompanied the strings of a quartet.

Your chords and theirs brushed up against each other, a new light shining in the darkness, but just as soon as it began, it moved away, leaving you on your own once again. 

You continued on, brushing against others. Sparks would fly, fire would ignite only for them it fade in front of your eyes. 

Your own melody grew more desperate, moving and shaping itself to match whoever you found next only just able to cling onto the barest sense of itself. 

An ache grew in your chest as you wandered, always searching, never finding. Something warm trailed down your cheeks. You let it flow, unable to stop. You wouldn’t end the story here, even as swirls of blues and blacks surrounded you. They wrapped around your body, filling your vision and squeezing tight around you until you felt the air being pushed out of your lungs. There was nothing else.  Even the music had gone dead. 

For what felt like a moment and eternity you sat there, alone in the dark. 

A voice came to you then, but it didn’t come from the instrument tucked somewhere under your chin.  No melody accompanied it. It was so far away. Something about it was so familiar. It spoke your name like a desperate prayer. You reached out for it.

The air itself moved around you as if you had plucked the very strings of the universe. 

A low hum came next bringing with it two pin pricks of light. A red fire glowed in the darkened space, growing until they sat as two eyes burning in the air. 

You cocked your head to the side. Your own song started again, cautious as it curled around the eyes, examining them from different angles. 

The eyes crinkled at the edges, amused by your persistence. 

With a blur of motion, it turned to the side allowing a profile to form and beginning an enticing melody of its own. 

You and the face took turns, calling and answering in playful antagonism. 

The lines of light continued downward as its counter melody grew in strength against your own, forming the outline of a man.

He stepped towards you, his own head turning to the side as yours had done before, examining you from every angle. 

After a moment, he bowed. You curtseyed. And then you did what only felt natural. You danced.

The heat of his touch burned your skin, but you didn’t dare pull away. You had been cold for so long you hadn’t even known you were cold. Even when it became too much, the fear of the darkness kept you in his light. 

The man in turn held you close, his song teasing against your own. So unlike the duet from before, this was a true conversation, the pair of you giving and taking in equal measure. You didn’t want it to stop, holding the feeling tighter and tighter until you felt the pulse of his fire inside you. 

You looked up to find the embers of his eyes pouring into you.  He moved your hand to his chest. A heart pumped beneath and you knew then it wasn’t his own. Just as you had taken from him, he had taken from you in equal measure. 

His face came into focus, forming a familiar knowing smirk and playful scarlet eyes.

He stepped back from you, his hand holding yours as he bowed, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. 

The song faded away and you were once again in your own body, a violin tucked carefully beneath your chin. 

You blinked your eyes open to find the tavern standing as it had been moments ago.  Patrons surrounded you, their eyes wide and mouths open. You glanced around the room, quickly finding your companions. Horror struck you as you read their expression. 

They’d seen it. All of it. 

Before you could register what was happening a wave of applause erupted from the crowd. People began to cheer. You heard awed whoops and hollers. The adoration was overwhelming and completely miss timed. You needed to lie down. You needed to think. 

Numbly you bowed before making your way to the side of the room where the barkeeper stood. 

You held the instrument out to her, unable to look her directly in the eye. 

“Thank you for letting me play this,” you said. 

To your surprise she didn’t take it, instead pushing your hands away with a shake of her head. 

“Keep it love,” she said. “After seeing all that, feels wrong to take it away from you. You’ve more than earned the right to it.”

You wanted to argue. You wanted to scream. You wanted to curse her for ever asking you to touch the damned thing. Somehow you managed to swallow all of that down, mumbling another thank you before slowly turning towards your party. 

There was still a chance to salvage this. Astarion hadn’t seen his own reflection in centuries. He didn’t know what he looked like. You could play this whole thing up to artistic license. You just carried a general feeling of desperate longing. No need for you to clarify its direction. 

Making a point to keep your head down, you put the violin away and slid it over to Gale. 

“Feel free to eat this one if you want,” you said. It was meant to be a joke, but even you could feel it fall flat. 

“I don’t think I can do that,” Gale said, his tone holding nothing but sympathy. 

“It really was lovely,” Wyll said, gently. 

“Beautiful really,” Shadowheart added. 

Your jaw tightened, caught between the urge to scream or weep. Why couldn’t everybody do you the favor of the lifetime and forget they saw anything. 

“Personally I don’t understand your choice in the spawn, but–” Lae’zel started only to be hit hard in the arm by Karlach.

“What?” she snapped. 

Your whole body cringed, knowing exactly what was coming next. 

“That was…me?” 

You were in hell. This was hell. You didn’t have to look up to see Astarion’s self satisfied expression. His tone made it clear enough.

In a flash you stepped back from the table, putting as much distance between you and the party as possible. 

“I need to go,” you managed. “Goodnight.” 

You sprinted out of the tavern, taking two steps of the time to the upper rooms. You didn’t stop until your door was firmly slapped behind you. 

Your breaths came hard as your heart pounded in your chest. Honestly you didn’t know how you locked the door. Your hands were shaking so badly as tears blurred your vision. All the emotions the violin had pulled from you returned, overwhelming you in their intensity. 

The instrument had done as advertised. It had shown the truth of your heart, putting it on display for the whole world to see. Gods you were an idiot. Why did you even pick up that damned thing? 

You kept your ears open, listening as everyone made their way to their rooms. Their murmurs never made it past the walls, but the way they paused as they passed your door made it clear enough they were discussing you. Thankfully they were kind enough to leave you be. 

Counting, you waited until all six doors shut before rising to your feet. 

As you did, you felt a small pull at the back of your mind. A vision of a door number and the feeling of anticipation sat on your tongue. The invitation was clear enough; Astarion was waiting for you. 

You wanted to ignore it, but you knew you couldn’t. There was no use in pretending any longer. The game was over and you would have to face the consequences.

With a steeling breath, you walked out the door. You could only hope Astarion wouldn’t hate you when it was all over.

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[islayhawkin]

Could that be enough?

Jack dawkins x f!asexual!reader

summery: you're asexual and decide it's time to have the talk with jack

Warnings!: suggestive/sexual topics but only talked about, human body reaction

Hurt/comfort

A/N: this is for the ace representation I myself need in media/fanfiction so I'm doing it myself. If you want this or similar stories with other characters in my list I'm happy to take in every asexual reader request :)

You were both cuddled up on the small bed in jacks room. It was dark except for the candle flickering on the bedside table. Your head lay on his chest and you could hear his constant heartbeat. Your head moved slightly up and down throught his slow breaths. Your arm lazily draped across his waist. He held you softly against him by the hip. Your legs were tangled together.

He kissed your temple and you looked up at him with love in your eyes. "Can I stay for the night?" You whispered.

" 'course. I'm not gonna let you wander home alone in the dark now. I need to stand up early though." He replied softly with a grin.

"Hm. That's alright." You hummed contently and absenently let your hand caress his bare waist. His shirt and waistcoat already taken off for the sake of sleeping.

"You comfy?" He chuckled, which made his chest vibrate.

"Very." You grinned as you snuggled your head demonstratively into his chest.

He smiled at the adorable sight and pulled your head up to his so he could give you a peck on the lips. He caressed your cheek with his thumb. His hair fell messily across his forehead as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. You stroke his hair back gently. He grinned at that action and leaned in to kiss you again. "You're adorable."

"You too jack. You have puppy dog eyes." You giggled.

He chuckled. His eyes switching from your eye to eye and down to your mouth as if to take in every little detail. "I love you" he whispered. His expression now serious. He was suddenly overcome with emotion. You looked so precious in his arms and he felt the strong need to squeeze you thigher to him.

He pulled you subconciously a bit closer and pressed his lips to yours again. It was sweet and slow but jack put a little bit more force into it after a moment. Wanting to be as close to you as possible.

When you both pulled away to breath you had the chance to respond. "I love you too." You breathed out.

He didn't miss a beat to kiss you again. You were partly laying on top of him now and he held you by the waist. The other hand on your cheek.

As his kisses got more passionate you felt something against your leg. You didn't know much about those matters but you knew the basics. And you knew what that meant.

It was poking into your thigh slightly as your leg lay between his. You tried not to let it bother you but you couldn't help but worry.

"We can't be too loud. The hospital will hear." He heaved breaths but there was a smirk on his face.

Contrary to you as your expression fell completely. You froze up and almost unnoticably moved a bit away from him. When he tried to pull you down for a kiss again but you were unresponding he realised something was wrong.

A frown appeared on his face. "Love? W-what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He turned your face to him so he could inspect you and look for any sign what could be wrong. A confused but concerned look on his face.

You didn't know how to respond but you moved your leg away from his. "Jack I..."

His attention was brought down to your leg and his frown eased in realisation. He looked up to your eyes again.

"Oh does that make you uncomfortable...? I didn't think about how it could bother you." He supressed the urge to pull you closer again and gave you a bit space on your side of the bed. He pulled himself up against the headboard to have a good look at you.

"Because the women you had before me were there for that?" You said softly. A smile twitched at the corner of your mouth through the serious facade.

He grinned and lowered his head in shame. "Yeah I guess." Usually he didn't feel any regret whatsoever for his sexual life but to tell you this, while you were sitting next to him so innocently, filled him with shame. As if he betrayed you by doing this even thought he didn't even know you back then. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asked again hesitantely.

"Yeah. I mean- your body doesn't bother me but you said you...uh" you tried to explain.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. We don't have to right now. That's fine." He said calmly.

You sighed. "Jack I- I need to tell you something." There was a small pause. "I don't want to have...intercourse with you."

He blinked. "Oh that's alright love. We can take it easy. I can show you slowly. Or wait til marriage if that's what you wish. I do not intend to pressure you in any way."

You shook your head and let it fall back against the wall in frustration. "No that's not what I meant. I don't want it ever. At all." You pressed the words out painfully.

Jack blinked and swallowed nervously. You could see that it hurt him. It stung him in the heart.

"But- is it because I cannot give you the life you deserve? Don't you love me in that way?" He asked almost defensively.

You couldn't watch this. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly. "No. No. Jack this has nothing to do with you. I don't want it with anyone."

"Then why? I don't understand. Is this something medical? Shall I take a look?" His doctor mode turned on as he was now concerned for your health.

"This is not medical jack. I don't feel the same way you do. I don't have the urge to want it. I think it would feel horrible."

He came closer again. Holding your cheek in his palm. "Horrible? It's not horrible. You have a completely false picture of it. I'll show you. Just trust me. I don't know what you've been throught to think that sex would be horrible but I'll prove you wrong."

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head slightly in the palm of his hand. "No jack. I don't want it ever. I really don't. You can't change that. I'm sorry."

Slowly he seemed to realise that you really meant what you were saying. "Okay. It's alright you have nothing to be sorry about. Just- why would it feel horrible to you?"

"A foreign...thing would be inside of my body. I'd want to push it out."

"But it's not foreign. It's just me." Jack tried to understand you. But it was hard. It felt like you had just rejected him. You would push him away. You wouldn't want him.

Your eyes moisted and as he noticed he was desperate to stop making you sad but he needed answers.

"It's alright darlin'. I'm just trying to understand." He caressed your cheek with his thumb. "So we'll never have sex?" He whispered eventually.

You nodded.

"Do you even like me then? Do you like to touch?" His eyes scanned your eyes. His face so close to yours.

"Of course I do. I love you. I love you so much I think I can't live without you anymore. Everytime I see you I think my heart might burst. I like touching you. I like to feel you near me. I feel so much for you. I can touch you in any way you'd want. We just don't feel the same way about it. I don't feel anything...sexual. I'm not even sure how that feels for you." You blinked as you tried to hold the tears in.

He smiled and nodded, a little bit relieved. Maybe you didn't feel the same thing, but it made you happy to touch each other regardless.

“That’s okay. I enjoy it a lot too… we can continue with that… and I won’t press the subject. I’ll respect your wishes and I won’t push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You were so relieved by his response you immediately grapped his face and gave his cheek a kiss. "Thank you. I was so worried." A tear now escaped your eye.

He wiped the tear away with his thumb. A sad smile on his face. "Oh love I'm sorry. I should've reacted better. It's really difficult for me to understand but that's alright."

"Won't you miss out?"

“How can I miss out on somethin' that would hurt you? If it causes you pain, or any discomfort, then how could that be somethin' I enjoy? I would never be able to enjoy anythin' sexual if I knew it was causing you pain or sadness. And that is somethin' that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for. I would always know that you’re in pain… that you’re doing something to make me happy… and that would make me sad. I will miss it… I won’t lie to you, and I won’t try to hide that. Yes, I will miss it because that’s what I am used to. But I want you above that. We’ll manage.”

"We'll manage" you sniffled and he pulled you into his chest. "Promise you'll talk to me if it bothers you. That you can't have it?"

"I will." He whispered. There was a calming moment of silence. Only small sniffles were heard. "Does it bother you when my body reacts to you?" Jack asked quietly.

You hesitated. "Does it mean you want to have intercourse...?"

"Did you think that all this time?" Jack asked incredilous.

"Yes? Don't you get, you know, ready for it when you do that..."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle. "I uh- well yes. But it doesn't always mean that I want to have sex with you. It can. But it happens a lot too without me wanting to. Sometimes it just shows how much you mean to me that my body is reacting that way."

You smiled into his chest. "Oh...okay I didn't realise that."

"So it doesn't bother you?" He grinned.

"No. Then I suppose it is rather nice to know you appriciate me."

"That I do. Very much. This won't change anything between us. You don't need to worry. I can't believe you had to hide this the whole time." He pushed his messy hair back.

"Thank you."

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Just some tasty self indulgence bc I need it tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your boyfriend looks down at you and smiles.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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[pokegalla]

Ah now this one I gotta add a mix of AUs you probably don’t know and others you love. (Ay they deserve some love too!) Also slight warning for naked naked naked! (It’s nothing bad just bathing really-)

Requested by @theneurodivergentdummy

First Bath/Shower Together with their asexual!S/o

Cross:

* Look at this boi. His skull went from pearly white to plum in merely seconds. How is he so flustered? Well he had come home all covered in sweat from training and you was JUST heading into the shower. You thought it was a perfect suggestion to just shower together!

* His blushing is even brighter once in the shower with you. He keeps his distance and doesn’t look your way. Now don’t get disheartened! He actually does this to respect your wishes and because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable since you’re asexual.

* Just reassure him and help him understand that he doesn’t have to act like this and you don’t mind. After all, you BOTH should be comfortable. He’ll be happy to hear it and even offer to help wash your hair.

* He’ll get more comfortable later on!

Asterisk:

* (How did you manage to get THIS stubborn skellie to date you???)

* But more importantly how did you convince him to take a bath together? Turns out you just straight up asked him. He spat out his coffee and blushed HEAVILY. A rare sight but you had to admit it was adorable how flustered he was. Obviously he rejected the idea but with persistence (and your annoyingly cute face) he ends up reluctantly agreeing.

* At first he avoids looking at you completely, making sure his Gaster stays outside the door. He grumbles how stupid this was and how he didn’t understand why you wanted to do it. He at least knew he didn’t have to worry about you touching him inappropriately….but he was still embarrassed. Though when you started to rub his shoulders and gave him headrubs, he winded down pretty fast.

* He got so comfortable he actually fell asleep. You felt honored that he did. Gaster peeped in (he was checking on them, nothing inappropriate) and he ‘aw’ed at the sleeping skeleton in your arms. So you both took an opportunity to prank him!

* Till he woke up midway-

* Luckily you guys are still in the bath….

Comet:

* Ah yes a wonderful gentleman.

* You asked to join him since you wanted to spend some quality time with your skellie. He was pretty excited and scooped you up to proudly say he’ll arrange an extravagant bubble bath!!!

* Will make a sparkly bubble bath (no really it SPARKLES. Like the night sky!) for just the two of you. Will help wash your back and hair for you.

* Y’all have a really fun time and Comet makes sure of that! Bubbles, bath bombs, fun music, you even turned off the lights to put on the multicolored galaxy themed LED lights. (His bro walks by thinking it’s a whole dance party in there-)

* You guys stay in there for quite awhile. Seriously his bro had to tell you guys to get out-

Poplar:

* This was probably a by mistake kinda thing.

* Like one of you just needed a quick shower and hopped in. Completely unaware that the other was in there. So when they see each other they panic.

* Don’t worry! You both calm down realizing it’s just your bone-friend and your his S/o. He’s actually quite happy to see you and you guys laugh at the situation.

* You guys just enjoy the shower with each other’s company. It was rather peaceful and enjoyable to say the least.

Nightmare:

* You wanted to try washing off the goop. Or die trying! But you knew he probably wouldn’t let you….unless?

* Yeah you suggested taking a bath together. He was really suspicious on why since it was so sudden. But he eventually agreed.

* He was amused as he quickly figured out your intentions as you scrubbed at his bones furiously. But you also noticed that he was being oddly careful of his tentacles. He did mention they have a mind of their own….you then realize he was making sure they never touched you (*cough* inappropriately *cough*). You call him out for it and he blushes a bit before grumbling to himself.

* And you swore you saw a bit of the goop reveal some pearly white bone….maybe it’s just your imagination.

Error:

* NO NO NO NO-

* His immediate reaction when you ask him for a bath together. Which is pretty understandable. But you wanted to help him with his hapephobia! He’s been doing an amazing job already and wanted him to take it to the next level.

* Just reassure him that you won’t move or touch him and that you will be there to help him. Now he does trust you….he’s just afraid of messing up. But he will eventually agree on the condition that he receives many chocolates.

* He is so careful on where to touch you….so oddly gentle. It melts your heart honestly. He looks down lovingly at you and plays with your hair. Even holds your hand when he gets more comfortable.

* Tell him you’re proud of him. Praise him! He’ll be very happy to hear it!

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[nyrandrea]

Hello! So sorry if I’m bothering you, but do you still accept Astarion x Tav requests? If so. I have a prompt for you if you care to read about it.

Basically, you know that moment in Astarion and Tav’s relationship where Astarion fully opens up to Tav about his trauma and his feelings regarding intimacy? Let’s say in this scenario, this Tav realizes that they feel the exact same way about intimacy after Astarion describes his revelations about it. Tav and Astarion have similar trauma and handled it in similar, but also vastly different ways: Astarion used intimacy as a survival tool and a manipulation tactic, and Tav used intimacy as a means of keeping those they love interested, as they feel they have no other redeeming qualities that would make people stay.

I think it’d be funny for two clowns to realize that neither ever wanted to bang each other yet and both just wanted a hug. It’s also touching, two abused souls finding comfort in each other and coming to terms with their boundaries.

Of course if such a scenerio is not one you are comfortable writing for, I completely understand! I couldn’t find your guidelines so I’m taking the risk and asking.

Your writing is spectacular by the way. I hope you have a nice day!

Yes, hi, hello, I LOVE the scene you're talking about so I decided to expand on it slightly for this prompt! We stan consent and boundaries in this house 😔✊

TW for vague mentions of past sexual abuse

Word Count: 1.3k

Enjoy!

xxx

In the quiet recesses of your memory, you held the echoes of a time when you had walked down the path that society prescribed, where passion was deemed a necessity and love an excuse for physical intimacy. But as you gazed into your past, you realized that the fire within you had been a mere illusion, a flicker of conformity. 

Your heart longed for emotional intimacy, in the gentle touch of a hand or soft-spoken words was where you found the depth of affection you so desperately sought. It was in these moments that you felt most yourself, when your inner conflicts melted away and you embraced love in the way that you wanted to. 

So, you succumbed to the pressures of a world that insisted on desire in exchange for such affections. You danced in the moonlight, your body a vessel for another’s longing, and yet, each touch had felt like a borrowed emotion. Your past was a stage where you had performed, but the script was never truly your own. 

The turning point arrived like the soft whisper of truth in the night. In a moment of self-reflection that you thought might never come, and from the person that you least expected. 

“Do you have a moment?” Astarion asked, softly adding, “I... I think we need to talk.” 

You knew that tone all too well: apprehension from one that you hadn’t had sex with for a while. You braced yourself, swallowing a dry lump down your throat and turned to him with a smile. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, already knowing full well what the answer was. 

“Oh yes, I’m fine,” he quickly said with a grin that fell just as fast. “I just... feel awful.” 

You sighed through your nose and crossed your arms, expecting the honeyed words, the seduction tactics, and then the demands. 

“Look, I had a plan,” Astarion started. “A nice, simple plan – seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.” 

You raise an eyebrow as he chuckles nervously while fiddling with his hands. You weren’t quite used to seeing him so... tense. Astarion was usually the suave, calm and entrancing type that swept you off your feet with his charms and dramatic flair.

But right now he looked like some scorned child that got caught with his hand in the sweet jar. 

“It was easy-” 

You frowned.

“Instinctive,” he swiftly corrected. “Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do... was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you.” 

Ripples of anxiety pulsed through you as you observed his subtle shifts in body language – how his eyes darted away from you, the way his lips twitched up into a forced smile. You dissected every word, convinced that this was his way of an impending farewell. 

“...Which is where my nice, simple plan... fell apart.” 

You blinked in surprise while he gestured at you as if he was at a loss for words. 

“You... you’re incredible,” he breathed. “And... you deserve something real. I want us... to be something real.” 

You struggled to find your voice, to address the storm brewing in your heart. You longed to confront the unknown, to seek the truth, to bridge the gap between your turbulent emotions and quiet expectation. More than anything, you were just confused. The presumption of sex loomed like a thunderhead in your mind. Did he... truly see you for more than that?

Nobody else had. Why should he be any different?

You had to find the strength to confront the tempest before it engulfed you for good. 

“So, the... the nights we s-spent together,” you grimaced as you stuttered, hating how pathetic you sounded. “They didn’t mean anything to you?” 

“Of course they did!” Astarion moved to lay a comforting hand on you, but his arm stayed motionless in the air for a moment before dropping to his side, almost in defeat. “That’s the problem, or... part of it.” 

Your mouth soured with the taste of bile. “Were you even... attracted to me? Or was it all a lie?” 

“Of course I was attracted to you, I mean, just look at you!”  

Try as you might, you couldn’t help the heat that crept along your cheeks. 

“You’re a vision. And you’re so much more than that.” 

Your heart raced; your surprise palpable. You never imagined anyone seeing you as more than a lover, to be more than just a physical desire, but as someone to be cherished. 

He bit his lip as he glanced down briefly, his fangs nearly piercing the skin. “Being... close to someone – any kind of intimacy – was something I performed to lure people back for him.” 

Astarion’s voice was laced with venom at the mere mention of his old master, and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but you restrained yourself, allowing him to continue. 

“Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels... tainted,” he said. “Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing.” 

His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see how afraid he was. How scared that his confession will shatter the delicate equilibrium of your relationship, transforming it into something unfamiliar. 

“I don’t know how else to be with someone,” he admitted. “No matter how much I’d like to.” 

The stars seemed to align for you as he looked at you, through you, with his eyes glazed over. You wanted him to understand that love was not confined to lust and desire, but rather it was an intricate mosaic of trust, companionship and unwavering support.  

You wanted to cradle his hopes and dreams, nurture his ambitions and rejoice in his happiness. You were the keeper of his secrets, and the safe haven of his vulnerabilities.  

“Astarion,” you said. “I care about you. Deeply.” 

“Really?” he muttered, his eyes crinkling into disbelief. 

“Yes,” you felt a shiver down your spine, a chill that had nothing to do with the cooling temperature. “This might sound strange but... may I hold you?” 

Astarion’s surprise was evident, but his eyes soften as he observes the mixture of anxiety and hope on your face.  

“I... I would like that,” he quietly responds, his voice nearly a mere whisper. 

With a tender yet unexpected smile, you wrap your arms around him, embracing him tightly. 

Astarion’s body tenses up and for a moment, he just stands there, uncertainty etched across his face. It was as though the world had momentarily paused, leaving him in a state of sweet confusion. He hesitates, as though he’s unsure of how to respond. Then, with a reluctant but genuine warmth, he slowly brings his arms around you. His embrace is cautious at first, like a hesitant deer testing the waters of a lake. 

As you hold each other, a gentle breeze rustles through the leaves of the surrounding trees and his grip gradually begins to tighten as though he’s afraid of letting you go, his head burying further into your shoulder as if to get lost within you. 

It was in this simple act, in the unspoken acceptance of your affection, that Astarion realised the beauty of your ability to break down barriers, and it was in this moment that the evolution of your understanding came with a newfound freedom. No longer did either of you need to force yourself into moulds that didn’t fit.  

Your relationship transformed into a profound connection built upon trust, and the conversations that lasted long into the night. Your love was no longer tangled in the constraints of physicality; it soared in the uncharted skies of emotional intimacy. 

xxx

Links to my other Astarion works

Everything's Fine

Restless

Request - Astarion kills everyone in his path to get to you

Request - Astarion tries to save you from kidnappers

Request - Astarion helps you to see that you're beautiful

Request - Astarion gets kidnapped

Request - You and Astarion share an intimate moment (light smut)

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[soleilceirinen]

Please don't say you love me | young!Cillian Murphy x asexual!fem!Reader

Summary: on your graduation night, your best friend Cillian tells you that he likes you, but he doesn’t know that you are asexual.  A/N: this fic is kind of personal, maybe not the typical Cillian x Reader that I usually write but I’m really proud of it. I hope someone likes it!  As always, this story is set in an alternate universe in which Cillian is single and not an actor. I respect his private life and his lovely family. English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes, sorry! CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

When you were a little girl, you used to play moms and dads with your classmates. That was it, a game. It meant nothing to any of you. You were just a bunch of little kids innocently imitating adults while playing with baby dolls. 

As a teenager, everyone around you started dating and exploring their sexuality. Everyone except you. Whenever they asked you if you liked someone, you forced yourself to lie, saying that you were madly in love with the most popular boy in your class.

During that time you began to doubt your own sexual orientation. Maybe you didn't like any boy because you didn't like boys, as simple as that. But when you looked at the girls your reaction was the same, most of the time you felt nothing and other times you just appreciated their beauty. As with most paintings displayed in museums and art galleries, it was enough for you to admire them from the distance, never wanting to get closer and touch them.

It wasn't until you started university that reality hit you. Everywhere you looked, your friends had a boyfriend or girlfriend, if they didn't, they were looking for one. You hadn't thought much about it until your family started asking when you were going to introduce them to a boyfriend. Over time, the question was expanded to boyfriend or girlfriend, it didn't matter anymore.

You were almost nineteen years old when you had your first kiss. It made you feel nothing. Nothing at all except repulsion. When does this end? Is he enjoying it? We've been kissing for a long time... Should I close my eyes? These were some of the thoughts that flooded your head as you continued with the kiss. When it finally ended, you only felt relief.

At least you had made something clear: you liked to be liked. Flirting too. In general, you enjoyed the previous moment, when you were getting to know someone and you knew for sure that they were attracted to you. With the difference that you stopped there, not wanting to take things further. There was no need to do that.

Nevertheless, as you entered your twenties, more than once you had found yourself doing things which you would have liked to avoid. When you kissed someone, you tried to keep your mind away from the act that was being carried out, almost disassociating yourself from reality. You tried not to think about the amount of germs and bacteria that were passing from their mouth to yours. After that, you never spoke to them again because they always wanted more from you, and you weren't up for it. You didn't want to give it to them. 

The simple act of being touched with the evident intention of taking you to bed made your stomach turn. You felt like grabbing a cheese grater and running it all over your skin until it was red and raw. Maybe that way the disgusting sensation you had would disappear. 

One day you were assigned to a work group to carry out a uni project, that's where you met CIllian. He had always been in your class since you started your degree but you had never spoken before. He turned out to be a nice guy and you had a lot of things in common with him so before you knew it, you two had become best friends. 

Cillian was funny and handsome, one could even say he was beautiful. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen in your entire life and his voice made your insides melt. If someone asked you what Cillian meant to you, you would have described him as your soulmate. You could talk for hours without getting bored of each other, listen to him ramble about his favorite music or get philosophical theorizing about the meaning of life while looking at the stars.

Sometimes you thought that if things were different, maybe you could be together. Deep inside, you knew that Cillian was the one but just thinking about it made you want to cry.

The day you graduated was a turning point in your relationship. After the boring delivery of diplomas to each of the graduates and the even more boring speeches by some of your classmates, you were finally free. Your class had organised a party for all the students, the last one that all of you would attend, so that's where you went.

With your head about to burst and your feet bleeding where the strap of your heels rubbed them, you grabbed Cillian's arm and leaned into his ear. "I want to leave, I can't stand another second, my feet are killing me."

He looked down and frowned. "Take the shoes off."

"I'm not doing that, Cillian!" you complained, punching his shoulder. "I'm leaving".

"All right, whatever you say. Let's go!"

There was no need to talk to make the decision to go to your apartment. Your roommates had left already and you only had a couple of days left. All your belongings were packed, ready to move. Halfway there you gave up, sitting on a curb in the middle of an empty street and stretching your legs out in front of you. Cillian watched you from above.

He pouted, pointing at your heels. "It's a shame that they hurt you, as pretty as they are. Just like you."

His comment made your heart skip a beat. Please no. "To show off you have to suffer, or so they say, I think" you muttered, ignoring the last part.

"You shouldn't suffer, Y/N. Here, get on," he indicated, turning around until he was facing away from you and leaned over so you could get on his back.

With a sigh, you stood up and limped towards him, grabbing his shoulders. Then, you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands held your thighs but unlike other times when different people had done the same thing, his touch didn't make you feel sick. Cillian was looking out for you, not trying to take advantage of the situation. 

You weren't aware of how close your faces were before he turned his head and spoke. "Are you okay? You've gone really quiet all of a sudden."

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm just tired," you said softly, resting your chin on his shoulder and breathing in his scent.

Cillian carried you the rest of the way to your apartment, only setting you down so you could open the door. Once inside, you took off your heels and threw them into a corner of the room.

"Better?" Cillian asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, you have no idea. Are you hungry?"

-

You got to work and in a few minutes both of you were lying on the sofa eating a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. You saw Cillian staring at you, so you lightly kicked him on the leg. "What are you looking at, silly?"

He looked down and shook his head slowly. "Earlier, when I said you were pretty, I meant it."

“Okay,” you said, swallowing another bite of your sandwich as you brought your legs closer to your body. 

Cillian finished his sandwich and turned to you. His eyes shone with the reflection of the moonlight filtering through the open windows. His beauty was breathtaking. After a few seconds in silence, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against yours in a slow kiss full of tenderness. It was as if his soft lips were able to caress your soul.

He pulled away, leaning back on the sofa and stared at the sandwich you were holding. You stretched your arm offering it to him and watched in silence as he ate. 

“Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your eyes filled with tears. "Of course I would like to, but I don't think it's a good idea," you said, holding back a sob. "It wouldn't be fair, Cillian. To you, because I can't give you more..., I don't want you to get your hopes up and then break your heart."

He frowned, almost as if he was trying to read between lines. "We can try".

You shook your head, hesitating between telling him the truth or keeping it to yourself. The last time a guy proposed to you and you told him you were asexual, he disappeared. But before doing so, he suggested that if you ever changed your mind you should let him know, as if it were that simple. 

"I'm not interested in sex," you finally whispered. "I think you should go on a date with someone different, not me." 

Cillian ran a hand over his face, understanding your hesitation, and held your chin gently before wiping away your tears. "Do you know that not everything in life revolves around sex, right? We can go to the movies, to a concert, out to dinner... we can do whatever we want. Even if we just talk, that's enough for me."

"But I..."

He cut you off, pulling you into his chest and hugging you tightly. You clung to his shirt, resting your head against him so you could hear the rapid beat of his heart.

"What I like most about you is your intelligence," he stated, his voice soft, not louder than a whisper, "you don't know how lucky I am to be able to have such a lovely person with a mind like yours by my side. You're also kind and beautiful, don't think that you're not, but honestly I don't really care about that. Now, Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

You were torn between saying yes and accepting the consequences or saying no and spending the rest of your life wondering what could have happened if you had said yes. The kiss you had shared minutes before felt different from others, it was a kiss just for the sake of it, as simple as it was, without any ulterior motives. You knew for a fact that even if you said no to Cillian, he would always come back to you as if nothing had happened and listen to you talk for hours about anything and everything.

He poked your sides, tickling you and making you laugh between sobs. "Stop, Cillian!"

He stopped, observing your face just centimeters away from his own. Now that you paid more attention, you noticed that his eyes were red and filled with tears too. With a sigh, you rested your hand on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the soft hair at his nape, and pulled him towards you. Cillian put no resistance, letting himself be dragged into the crook of your neck, where you held him as you stroked his hair.

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you. But please, I'm begging you, don't ever say you love me." 

Cillian chuckled and you you felt the vibration of his vocal cords against your collarbone. "Don't worry about that."

"I'm serious. If you say it, be aware that I'm not going to say it back, like… never. So don't mess up, silly Cilli."

“You’re silly,” he murmured, closing his eyes.  

“Not as much as you.”

Cillian hummed in agreement. "I suppose I'm a silly boy who loves you."

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x fem!reader #alternate universe #asexual!reader

[p-taryn-dactyl]

What about Tony Stark x daughter! reader who's dating someone (Could be Peter, but doesn't have to be) and Tony makes some sort of sex joke when talking to the both of them, but doesn't realize his daughter is asexual (the joke made her a tad bit uncomfortable) and it ends in her coming out to Tony? If not that's totally okay, ty either way! <3

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing asexual!reader, it makes me all nice and warm inside :) i headcanon tony as being the most accepting father ever so yes i am projecting during this fic lol. The joke in this fic is more of an off handed thing, like an innuendo maybe, because i don’t think tony would openly joke about the devils tango with his child word count: 1.1k

The loud conversations of the other patrons of the restaurants did little to hide the sound of your beating heart. Nerves on edge, you folded your napkin over and over, almost ripping it until you felt a warm hand covering your own. Looking up, you saw the concerned yet comforting expression of your boyfriend. Peter smiled at you and you felt a small part of your fear melt away. Taking a deep breath, you entwined your fingers with his, squeezing slightly. Everything would be okay, nothing could go wrong tonight. Your dad loved Peter, he saw him as a son long before you started dating him. 

“I think I hear him,” Peter whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand, “Let’s do this before all my bravado melts away like the ice cream we’ll have for dessert.” 

You laughed slightly, your eyes going to the front of the restaurant, watching as your dad joked with the hostess before walking arm-in-arm with Pepper towards your table. Peter stood up as they approached, pulling out a chair for Pepper. He stared at Tony awkwardly before slowly pulling out your dad’s chair for him. Pepper hid her smile behind her hand as Tony sat down with a false sense of haughtiness. You stifled your own giggle at Peter’s expression as he sat down, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to address your parents. 

“Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony held a hand up, pausing Peter’s train of thought. Your dad leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him as he looked at Peter over the tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

“Kid, I’ve trusted you in my lab, with my bots, I’ve trusted you with a suit to help the world. All I need to know is if I can trust you with my daughter?” 

Peter nodded rapidly, seemingly stunned, a flush rising up his neck and cheeks. You covered his hand with yours, once more holding hands. Tony followed the movement with his eyes and after a minute, nodded and took off his sunglasses. 

“Well, my part is over. Pep?” 

Peter now looked genuinely terrified. You smirked slightly as you took a sip of your water, you knew your mother was an intimidating woman, you’ve seen politicians lose their poise just from one raise of her eyebrow. Peter’s eyes were wide as Pepper adjusted her silverware, waving out her napkin before laying it on her lap and bringing her eyes to meet Peter’s. Your boyfriend audibly gulped. You and Tony made eye contact before returning your attention to your respective partners. 

“Let me be very clear. You make my daughter happy. If, and I mean every word, there is a day you let that happiness be broken because of your actions, you will regret it. I have friends in high and low places and if they can’t deal with you, I will do it myself.” Pepper finished her speech with a sip of the red wine you had ordered for her. Peter looked like he was about to pee his pants. He stuttered out a reply. 

“If I ever break her heart, I’ll gladly accept your wrath, Ms. Potts.” 

Your mom seemed to like that answer, as a wide smile grew on her face. 

“Wonderful! Now, let’s look over the menu, I’m starving.” 

As you looked over the menu, zoning out as you scanned over the options, you heard Peter and Pepper fall into a conversation over his schooling at MIT. A nudge against your calf made you look up at your dad, who was looking at you with a question in his eyes. You read it perfectly. 

You okay? 

You nodded, smiling softly before returning back to the menu. After a few moments, you decided on a sushi roll with lobster and mango as well as a side of gyoza. A waitress came over and took everyones order with ease before walking away, leaving your family to comfortable conversation. Mostly talking about school and secret hero business, you felt your dad’s social battery start to die out, the same slowly starting to happen to you. In an attempt to liven up the conversation, your dad looked at the two of you with a mischievous expression. 

“So, I heard you two are sharing a hotel room tonight? Is this a ‘there’s only one bed’ situation?” 

Something in the tone of his voice made you fidget, Peter looking over at you before answering. 

“There’s only one bed as far as I’m aware, it was the cheapest option.”

Tony started to wiggle his eyebrows and a stream of thoughts ran rapidly in your mind. 

Crap, he’s getting the wrong idea. You need to tell him, Y/N! Come on, he’s your dad, you can do this, tell him!

“Nothings going to happen, Dad!” You tried to match his joking tone but it came out as more of a squeal. Tony looked at you with concern, something in his eyes that you couldn’t interpret. 

“Y/N, you and Peter are two consenting adults, I have no control over what you do as long as it’s safe and consensual-”

“I’m ace!” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you slapped a hand over your mouth. The table went silent, your parents looking at you with equally surprised expressions, Peter watching them with a protective glint in his eyes. You removed your hand from your mouth, lowering your eyes to the condensation that your drink had left on the table, drawing pictures in the water as you spoke. 

“I’m-I’m asexual. I don’t like or want, uh, sex. I just don’t experience sexual attraction…” You trailed off, your voice already quiet as you waited for responses. What felt like years passed before you heard your dad whisper your name, raising your eyes to meet his. He had a sheen of tears in his eyes as he smiled at you. 

“Thank you for telling me, I’m so proud. And I’m sorry if what I was insinuating made you uncomfortable.” The mature tone of your father’s voice threw you off and you smiled worriedly at your parents, Pepper returning your smile. 

“So you don’t think I’m broken or I just don’t know what I’m talking about?” 

Pepper was quick to answer. 

“Oh honey, no. Being asexual isn’t being broken and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re idiots who never developed advanced thinking.” 

Peter sent your mom a grateful smile, not lost on you. Tony fidgeted a bit before saying something that shocked you. 

“I’m demisexual. Your mother is the only person I’ve ever felt genuine sexual attraction to. Well, except maybe Steve Rogers.” 

Pepper slapped Tony with her napkin as she laughed. You and Peter groaned at the mention of your dad’s not-so-fake crush on the Capsicle. The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, each of you ordering ice cream for dessert. That night, as you and Peter were cuddled up in the small hotel bed watching Doctor Who reruns, you wondered how you were so lucky for the people in your life.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #pepper potts #pepper potts x reader #pepper potts x daughter!reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #asexual!reader #peter parker x asexual!reader #asexuality

[airbendertendou]

JUST TO KISS ME! ♥︎

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

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

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

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— SANZU! ♥︎

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

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

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

— BELPHEGOR! ♥︎

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

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

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

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

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

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

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

— SOLOMON! ♥︎

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

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

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

——♥︎——

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

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

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being The WWDITS Gang’s Asexual Vampire Friend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

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

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

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

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

Take your pick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See: the Bi-Annual Vampire Orgy.

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

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

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

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

Overall, your vampire friends are accepting of you.

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

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

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

[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

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x ace!tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #asexual!tav #bard!tav #asexual!reader #astarion x evie

[starstruckwillows]

it takes a village — regulus black ♡

requested by anon<3

regulus black x reader, they/he!reader, asexual!reader, hurt/comfort, swearing, implied discrimination, mentions of alcohol, non-descriptive harassment/assault

as usual when i’m writing about minority groups i am not affiliated with, i am completely open to any criticism as this is not based on personal experience

the exposing of your secret relationship leads to the exposing of something else

one may expect a grand castle in scotland that appeared derelict, and contained a truckload of magic wielding people aged eleven to eighteen, to be... open minded.

that wasn’t always the case.

sirius, who broke gender boundaries every day with no thought at all and kissed whoever he felt like at the time. marlene, a quidditch player, and lesbian with a tendency to not take any bullshit. you, known for presenting both masculine and feminine, as well as a few other rumours circling the mill.

between this trio, you managed to ward off most bigots, with both the friends, popularity, and pranks to do so effectively. a queer squad of queer protectors.

and by those who weren’t insistent on treating you for being ‘sick’, you were generally considered a rather attractive group.

it meant a lot of people would be hitting on you at parties. which was alright, you tolerated it, because few knew you were taken. that was regulus’ wish, due to his family, and you respected that. it wasn’t your potential suitors to blame for not being aware of that.

but there were lines, always, and some people loved to toe them. some loved to throw themselves directly over.

the two gryffindors flirting with you at james’ birthday party were of the latter sort. their hands where stranger’s hands shouldn’t be, prying and laughing and invading your senses. they reeked of alcohol - which was fair enough considering they were at a party, but it didn’t mean you wanted it right up your nose.

you repeatedly attempted to evade them all night, but they pretty much had you pinned now. they were acting nice enough that you would feel bad to get angry.

“everything okay here?” lily showed up suddenly, glaring at the pair and folding her arms. you were never more relieved to see the girl.

“we’re fine, actually.” one smiled, despite you trying to squirm away as they spoke.

the redhead rolled her eyes, and beckoned regulus over impatiently as soon as a hand slipped up your top and you leapt back as if scalded.

lily mumbled, “you’re in merlin’s hands now.”

just as your boyfriend appeared to physically pull the culprits from you, scoff decisively, make a comment on their mismatch choice of attire, and wrap an arm around you. he didn’t take you anywhere, why should he? until then, you’d been enjoying yourself, they were the ones who crossed boundaries, so they were the ones who needed to go.

to their credit, they knew what was best for them and scattered.

“is everything okay?” regulus muttered beneath his breath, straightening your band shirt with a sigh.

you shrugged, “yeah. yeah, i guess so.”

in all honesty, their thinly veiled innuendos had caused a spike in what you’d been feeling recently. it was something you knew you should share with your partner, but you were at a loss to work out how.

“i know something’s bothering you. tell me, please.” regulus murmured, arm still secured around your waist.

flopping back onto the sofa with what was, in your opinion, an appropriate level of theatrics, you groaned. regulus leant back with you, surveying the distress on your face with a curious stare.

he poked you after a silent moment, “c’mon, it can’t be that bad.”

in a moment of insecurity, you turned with something resembling a hardly concealed and totally involuntary pout, “it might be. what if it’s too much for you?”

regulus shook his head, “i’ve seen you watch that muggle game with the black and white balls. nothing could be too much for me after that.”

you laughed despite yourself, blowing air from your mouth as you averted your eyes to the ceiling, “yeah. well... how’d you feel about sex?”

regulus didn’t choke on air, or sputter, or sprint away. all reactions you’d been expecting, on some level. what you hadn’t anticipated was his calm consideration of your very upfront question, “honestly? dunno. haven’t given it that much thought. it’s... a thing, i guess. it’s okay.”

the apathy in his voice was apparent enough to put you at ease, “okay. cos, i was thinking, i’m not all that sure i’m into that.”

“is that what’s been bugging you? that would not be too much for me, my love.”

you picked your nails, which he silently reprimanded you for by taking your hand, “i know. now, anyway. erm... thanks.”

he smiled softly at your slight discomfort, “you’re... welcome. have you told anyone else about how you feel? sirius or marlene.”

you nodded, “just them. they were supportive. why?”

“well, you know what they say. it takes a village.”

you frowned at the logistics of that, “it being coming to terms with asexuality?”

regulus merely shrugged, seemingly unbothered by his nonsensical saying, “i don’t know, they say it not me.”

you laughed at that, a pressure lifted from your chest. everything was the same, but with a spoon of stress subtracted.

🏷️ — @river13254

#starstruckwillows #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #hurt/comfort #regulus black hurt/comfort #asexual!reader #they/he!reader #they/he #regulus black x reader #queer!reader #regulus black x asexual!reader #regulus black x trans!reader #regulus black x queer!reader #regulus black x reader hurt/comfort #platonic!sirius black #platonic!marlene mckinnon #aspec!reader

[curseofaphrodite]

exception

STEPHEN STRANGE X FEM!ASEXUAL!READER

summary: just a small blurb because I couldn't resist! :) also, using my own gifs for fics feel surreal haha [tw; slight acephobia, death threats (not to you), fake ass friends (except yelana <3)

"You're dating Stephen fucking Strange?" Elena (one of your co-workers) asked, her yell barely visible over the loud Stark party. You grimaced anyway.

"Can you lower your voice? I don't want anyone to know," you said sharply, but one of your other friends had already arrived on the scene.

"Know what?" she asked, handing the drink over to you.

"She's dating Doctor Strange."

"Elena!" you exclaimed in shock.

"An avenger, and does she tell us? No!! Here I'm thinking we are platonic soulmates—"

"We've known each other for 2 weeks," you interrupted, reminding them that you were indeed the newest addition to Stark enterprises.

"Doctor Strange is hot," the other friend (Lisa) said, sighing dreamily. "Does he use the magic rope thingy in bed? I bet he does."

You blinked. "Uhm, actually we didn't-"

You let the statement hang in the air, hoping they'd take the hint and drop it. Hoping that they'll assume your relationship with Strange to be super new. You weren't ready to tell them you were on the asexual spectrum, not anytime soon.

"Why the hell haven't you fucked him yet?" Elena asked blankly. "He's an avenger. Suck his dick so he stays around longer."

"There you are!" Yelena walked into the conversation, almost making you yell out in happiness. She was your best friend, and you knew you could just make a random excuse and get out of there.

"Yelena!" you smiled easily, hooking your hands around hers, steadily preparing to walk off.

Of course, Lisa didn't let you.

"Are you scared he'll dump you if your skills are poor or something?" Lisa asked instinctively, making you halt all moments.

"Wait, what's going on?" Yelena asked, frowning.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied, mostly to Lisa.

"Then what?" Elena asked. "Does he have anything weird down there? Ohmygod you have to tell us!!!"

Yelena connected the dots and didn't look happy about it. "She said she didn't want to talk about it. Now move."

"This is fine," you said, trying your best to be bold. "It's okay. El, the reason why I didn't have sex with him yet is 'cause I'm asexual. Now that you guilted me into sharing something that I didn't really trust you to share with — can you please stop being a dick and move?"

"Asexual? Like the ones who are afraid of sex?" Lisa asked, seeming genuinely curious.

(It was like you were back in high school again, backed up in a corner with questions you didn't want to hear. You gulped, feeling the first wave of vulnerability wash over you.)

"I always thought it was a fancy name for virgins," Elena said without thinking.

"I always thought you were little pieces of shit glued together but we keep some thoughts to ourselves," Yelena snapped, her eyes screaming murder.

(You shut your eyes. Breath. One.. two..)

"Y/N?" a comfortingly familiar voice called, and you turned to see Stephen in what appeared to be the most "casual" outfit he could be in. He had a suit over his t-shirt and his hair was slicked back, with just that one strand of hair falling across his eyes.

You had a terrible feeling that he could see how helpless you felt.

"Holy shit," Elena said, her mouth open in surprise. "The doctor strange, right in front of my eyes. Someone please pinch me, preferably Stephen himself. Haha, can I call you Stephen? Or Steve?"

"No," he cut short. "Y/N, are you okay?"

No. No.

"I-" your eyes went from Elena to Lisa to Yelena to Stephen, knowing anytime you'd start having a panic attack. You could already feel the tears building up. You took a deep breath in.

"I'm fine," you whispered at last.

"No, she's not!" Yelena protested. "Look at her! These dummies think they can be on top of the world just because they are horny all the time."

"Oh." Stephen stared at Elena with clear anger on his face. "And here I thought you wouldn't be as stupid as you are clearly annoying."

"Hey!" Lisa gasped.

"You're both stupid," he corrected himself. "I love Y/N with all my life and you already know I'm a sorcerer. Think twice about what you're going to say from now or you'll magically end up in another universe with no money."

"Stephen—" you began, but Elena cut you to it.

"Are you threatening me?" she asked dramatically.

"Yes." Both him and Yelena said in unison.

"You can't do that-"

"Why? Because we're supposed to be the good guys?" Yelena snorted. "Believe me, plenty of people go missing every day. No one would suspect us."

"They got the hint," you interrupted firmly. "Can we please stop this before all of us get kicked out?"

Stephen took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with their bullshit."

"We're right here," Lisa said, mortified.

"Their bullshit," Stephen repeated, not taking his eyes off yours. "I love you and if you're up for it, maybe we can go dance?"

"Even though you hate dancing?"

"You know you're always my exception."

You smiled. "Let's go, then."

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #strange x reader #stephen x reader #fluff #asexual!reader #asexual reader #astoria writes #imagines #blurb

[a-wandering-fangirl]

Moving In

Kirishima x GN Black Aroace Reader

WC: 836

Warnings: Reader has braids. Reader feels alterous attraction

Genre: Idek. Angst to fluff ig. It's sad but not really.

A/N: This one is for me. It's incredibly self indulgent and probably very ooc. Kirishima is ace IDC what anyone else says. Argue with the wall.

"It truly is love that makes us human." You scoff after hearing the sentence play from the TV.

"I swear to God if I hear that line one more time I'm gonna kill someone." The sounds of Kirishima's laughter filled the room. You had both been sitting in the living room. Kiri on the couch and you on the floor. You were both working on taking down your braids while watching a cheesy romcom.

"He stole your car to see another woman. Girl, why you even like this man? I promise you this ain't it." You were speaking desperately to a person who couldn't hear you, and even if she could you doubted that she'd even listen to your advice. The girl in question was absolutely enamored with the man on the screen for reasons unbeknownst to you. You always wondered why people fell in love like this. It was completely irrational and idiotic. Two people who just didn't work together trying to force love and yet somehow they both end up happily ever after. After all this time you were finally at peace with your identity. Nothing was wrong with you because you didn't want romantic love or sex. But there were days you wished that you could be in love. Nothing like the love stories that you saw on TV but something similar. You reach around for the scissors while mentally cursing yourself for missing the braid.

"Here." Kirishima says handing them to you. You thank him and he goes back to working on a braid.

"I'm glad you were able to come help me." You examine the braid in your hand ensuring that you wouldn't be cutting it too high. You almost never do but it never hurts to be careful. "It would've taken me all day to get done but with you here we're already halfway through."

Kirishima chuckles.

"Y'know if you keep calling me over like this I might as well just move in." You snip at your hair much harder than you originally intended, completely startled by his words. He had said it in a joking manner but you knew that there was some anticipation in his words. He wasn't entirely wrong either. You had both relied on one another more times than you could count. It would certainly make life easier if you both lived together. You sigh and set the scissors down next to you. His words made you anxious. Thoughts began to ramble on in your mind. Were you happy that he offered? Did you both even want the same things? Would he be able to understand? You couldn't lose him as a friend. But, there were days where you wished that you were both something more. Nothing too drastic. Just…

"What would that make us?" You ask, fearing his reply.

"Um." He paused while slowly untwisting a braid. "Well, what do you want us to be?" The uncertainty in his voice was obvious. Were the same thoughts going through his head? Did he wish that you were both something more? Would he be disappointed because you couldn't give him what he wanted? You turned down the volume on the TV. If only life were as simple as a movie. If only the love you wanted could be put into words.

"I don't know exactly." You sigh and turn to look at him. He let's go of the braid in his hand. "I don't think there's an exact word for what I want. But I know that I don't want a romantic relationship." Kiri looked down at his hands.

"Oh." The flamed hair boy looked distraught. You could always tell what he felt since he carried his heart on his sleeve. It made deep discussions like this easier because he could never hide what he felt. It was one of the things that you loved about him.

"But," You reached for his hands. "I do know that I love you." You smile. "And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Not as best friends or as partners but just…" You stopped and looked down. You were used to rejection when it came to relationships. Especially after you came out. But when it came to Kiri everything felt right. You knew that he didn't feel sexual attraction either but you were still scared to

add a label on your relationship. Would he be satisfied with this? He grabbed your hands and intertwined them with his.

"I kinda get what you're saying." He flashed you his signature sharky smile. "I'd love to be your person. I can't see a future without you in my life." Just like that all the weight, anxiety, and fear that you felt went away. After all this time how could you think that Kirishima out of all people would reject you. You smile. If it's with him you knew that the two of you would be able to figure out what this love was together.

"Will you move in with me?"

#jay's attempt's at writing #kirishima x black!reader #kirishima x black reader #mha x black!reader #mha x ace reader #mha x black reader #mha x gender neutral reader #kirishima x reader #asexual!reader #aromantic!reader #kirishima #kirishima x y/n #{🖤🩶🤍💜} #{what is love}

[why-what-no]

Desire Trying To Seduce An Ace Crush Would Include

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

Warnings: None

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

Requested by: @callmekohaii

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[syd-vixious]

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

#konig x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #könig x reader x simon #asexual!reader #afab!reader #please

[yn-ymn-yln]

Black, Gray, White and Purple.

Eddie Munson x Asexual!reader 

Word count: 1511

Summary: You come out to Eddie. 

*I haven’t come across any asexual reader inserts for Eddie, so I went ahead and filled a void. IF THERE ARE ANY OTHERS FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW I WOULD LOVE TO READ THEM!!!!!*

It’s midnight when you finally reach the trailer park. Peace surrounds the space that Hawkins had deemed a disgrace, the only sounds being the mellow chirping of crickets and tree branches dancing in the wind undisturbed. Your calves ache as you encroach on the last fifty feet to his front door, burning with the effort to be in the gaze of the person that would never judge you, no matter what.

Deep down you knew there would be an I-told-you-so waiting on the other side of the rusted screen door, you could see it now. A flash of white breaking past his lips as he takes in your state, though it wouldn’t be mocking, it wouldn’t be gentle either. He had told you that Scott was an asshole. Told you he only wanted to get into your pants, but as always you had been naïve, wanted to trust that there was more to the human experience than sex.

You were wrong.

You played your part as long as you could, sighing when Scott had shifted his hips over yours, lacing your fingers behind his neck when he had deepened the kiss, but eventually you stopped things. Specifically, when his hands migrated further south. He hadn’t taken that lightly, took it more like a personal vendetta than a need to stay true to yourself.  

How could you not want it?

What was wrong with you?

Why were you being such a prude?

You tip toe up the steps to the Munson’s trailer, far past caring about the inevitable scolding you would receive and lift your knuckles to the door.

One tap, then two.

It takes a few minutes before you hear footsteps rounding towards you, though you may have been separated by a barrier, the thinness of the Munson’s walls left little to the imagination. You busy yourself looking at your shoes. The gust of wind that follows when the door is thrown open a clear sign that Eddie hadn’t been expecting company.

“Sweetheart?” You shiver as you push past him, adopting a fake pleasant attitude to try and nullify how filthy and broken you felt.

“Movie night?” You flop onto the worn brown couch before shifting through the movies on the coffee table, your feigned nonchalance causing concern to etch its way onto Eddie’s face. “Unless your busy?” You pause, your desperate search for the overused copy of Carrie halting at his silence.

“No, yeah, movie nights fine.” He doesn’t mention the elephant in the room, far too familiar with your delicate mental state to disturb the offset balance, not yet at least. He scurries off to his room as you resume your movements, presumably to cover his bare chest. He returns, chest covered and Carrie in hand. “Had to keep this someplace safe. Didn’t wanna lose it.” A simple explanation that has your heart splintering in your chest.

Why was he so perfect?

You deflect the gentle warmth wreaking havoc on your sternum immediately, good natured humor coating your words as you say them.

“Indeed, that would break the best friend pack. Make it null and void.” He chuckles, a soft thing full of untapped potential to be his true laugh.

“Couldn’t have that now, could we?” his brilliant, warm smile plays on his features, the teasing lit to his tone sharpening it to a wolfish grin. You roll your eyes to distract from the sappy fondness that seeps into your connected gaze.

“Course not, who else would entertain you at-” You glance at the clock hung on the wall opposite you. “12:15am?”

“Touché.” He busies himself in the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets in search of movies snacks. You knew it was coming, knew you would have to tell him what happened eventually, so when his voice sounds again, a few minutes later, you do your best to fight off a wince.

“We gonna talk about why you’re here?” Reluctantly you begin your retelling of the night’s events.

“Date went fine, he took me home, I said no, he didn’t like that. End of story.” You give him the rushed version, not wanting to relive the gory details of your apparent “broken body”.

“Want me to kick his ass?” He places a bowl of popcorn in your lap, his words causing a weary smile to grace your lips.

“No. Just want to forget tonight happened if I’m honest.” He nods, taking his corner of the couch. Pressing play on the remote, he shifts his hips to sink lower into the cushions, dutifully ignoring as you inch closer. Your body craves nothing more than an innocent connection that you know won’t lead to anything you don’t want. You feel the need to ask if it’s okay, to give him the out no one seems willing to grant you, but the words die on your tongue when you glance at him. There’s something syrupy and sweet in his eyes, an acceptance for things he doesn’t know about yet, things you haven’t been brave enough to tell him. So, you give in, crawl into his embrace and surround yourself with his never-ending loyalty and patience. The things left unspoken seeping into the cracks in your mind

You’re my best friend, I love you.

You’re safe with me.

I won’t hurt you.

He didn’t need to say the words for you to feel it. His love bled into everything he did.

In terms of distractions, movie nights usually worked better than most. Sitting wrapped up in Eddie, as the same sequence of events you knew by heart played out on the screen. Yet you couldn’t force your mind to focus, or rather, let go.

You make it halfway through before your breaking the silence and with-it Eddie’s unwavering gaze from the T.V.

“Eddie?” your whispered words caress the stillness of the room, yet still some how find their way to his ears.

“Hmm?” The familiar path his fingers trace on your arm has you balancing on the edge of admission, teetering over the brink of a terrifying free fall. It’s this moment that seals your fate. Sends you crashing into the inky blackness below the thinly veiled curtain of your denial.

“I’m asexual.” His movements never cease. A grounding kind of comfort.

“Yeah?” It’s casual, not dismissive but not over exaggerated either. The perfect response for the frightened animal resting in his lap. You nod, he feels it more than sees it. “There’s nothing wrong with that sweet thing.”

“No?” His curls brush his shoulders as he shakes his head.

“No. I’ve met plenty of people who weren’t into sex, whatever the reason, doesn’t really matter. Doesn’t change the way I see you.” Your free fall comes to and end as you crash through the surface of your ever-looming self-doubt. Waiting on the other side of your inner turmoil is Eddie, clad in a leather jacket and metal chains.

Your very own knight in shining armor.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I should have.” Tears well at your words, flooding your lash line and slipping down the slopes of your cheeks. You know he’s not mad, wouldn’t care if you never told him. But part of you aches with the notion that you had been scared, terrified of what he would say, how he would view you.

He reads you like his favorite book, easily divulging what’s going through your spiraling mind.

“Nothing could ever make me love you any less Y/n. I promise.” His thumbs brush the moisture from your face, eyes flittering over your features as he does so.

“Not even murder?” He shrugs, shifting his head from side to side, as if weighing his options.

“That’s kinda hot actually.” Your mind is sticky with fondness, admiration seeping through every pore.

“That’s gross Munson. Have you no dignity?”

“Oh, sweetheart… where I’m going, you don’t need dignity.” He taps your cheek lightly before planting an overdramatic kiss to your forehead. Your nose scrunches at his theatricality, giggles alight with humor.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” There’s no hesitation in his easy smile, no resistance in letting you see it either.

“I love you.” You cackle as he rolls his eyes, his hand flying to his jaw to soothe an imaginary ache.

“Keep being this sweet to me and you’ll give me cavities.”

“You love it.”

“Hmm… debatable.” You scoff in mock offense before chucking a withering, flat pillow in his direction. “I’m kidding! Jesus H. Christ!” His tone is laced with a very apparent exasperation, but you know him better than anyone, can see the giddy kind of glee that encases his movements as he retreats to the outskirts of your reach.

“That’s what I thought.” The ease between the two of you was always simple, even in the face of life altering admissions, Eddie forced you to see the light. Made you realize that it didn’t matter what other people thought, because he would always be there to fist fight your demons.

Would he win? Debatable. But knowing he would try was a comfort in itself.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #asexual!reader