Honestly how do you think the sexually active characters like Angel Dust, Verosika, Valentino, Stolas would react to their lover not really caring about the sex they have but rather their relationship as lovers (Also I love your work and im not saying that to be nice your work speaks for itself, good job you earned those thousand followers)
Their reaction to an S/O that cares more about romance then Sex
He was... kind of unnerved.
The idea of you wanting to be with him just for him, was kinda terrifying.
What If you got past all the glitz and glamour, All the manicured furr and fluff, and sex appeal and found... someone you didn't love.
And took a long, long time to get through that insecurity. Angel taking a lot of comforting and assurance that you, in fact, loved him for him. Not just for what he could do in the bedroom.
Honestly, when he realised as much. That you truly loved him for him and not his sexual prowess. He'd Probably break down crying.
I imagine the spider clinging to you, just bawling his eyes out. The spider clinging to you, desperately not wanting you to leave him.
He would become very protective of you, the spider finally finding someone who genuinely loved him, and was determined to keep you.
So if another bitch so much as looked at you, hed be in there face. Making sure everyone in a three block radius knows you belong to him.
Angel would tell he could be honest with you. The spider exposing his more sensitive side, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you.
The spider confided in you, able to trust you with his secrets and traumas, and there were many.
And while your relationship was not based around sex, something that made Angel smile every time he thought about it. Angel still very much enjoyed Sex.
He was a very physical person, and knowing that you didn't just love his physicality, well, that only made him more physical, specifically with you.
And every time you asked if he really wanted to do it, or if he was enjoying it, it only made him live you more, the spider feeling safe when with you.
Verosika was, well, she is, A sex demon.
The woman was a Succubus. The most lustful, lewd and perverted beings in hell, only rivalled by Incubus and Asmodeus, obviously.
So being in a relationship with someone who wasn't really interested in sex, it was strange.
Alien really. At least for her.
She'd never met anyone who wasn't interested in her for her body. I mean, sure she'd met a lot of gay dudes and straight women, although women were a lot like spaghetti around her.
She loved that joke, and initially, when you'd asked her out, taking her to a fairly nice restaurant, she was expecting more of the same.
But out on the date and well, you spoke.
Not chit-chat, or make small talk, you actually spoke to one and other.
You told stories, spoke about your week and had a genuine conversation. It was odd for her, as the most sophisticated conversation she'd usually have was with her entourage, either about her latest escapade, or her next performance.
But she found herself actually speaking to you, telling you about things shed never really told anyone about, mostly because no one had ever asked.
Youd have a lovely meal, still chatting, before you'd walk her home. And well, you just give her a kiss, promising to do it again some time.
That had left a weird feeling in her gut, as on one hand she had really wanted to sleep with you. But on the other, she really loved that you didn't just fuck on the first date.
And you would go on another date, the two of you seeing a movie.
It was a simple rom-com, the theatre practically empty, the two of you quickly getting bored, and when Verosika asked if maybe, you'd like to "have a little fun" *Wink Wink*
Youd just politely refused, instead asking about her week. The girl once again, was taken off guard, but happily ranted about her week, the two of you having another lovely conversation.
Youd again walked her home, but this time she'd invite you in for coffee.
She had intended on seducing you, but ended up just spending your time talking again, it getting so late, she offered for you to stay over.
And while she had slunk into bed, intent on doing dirty things, she would end up dozing off curled into your side.
Youd continue on a very romantic relationship, the woman pleasantly surprised by your rather seamless relationship, the woman feeling like what you had was real.
It wasn't just a sex filled fling. It was a tender, loving and intimate romance something she admittedly took some time to get used to, but it wasn't long until she loved you as much as she knew you loved her, the woman surprisingly happy not having to have sex to keep your relationship alive.
Thats not to say you didn't have sex, because you absolutely did.
Youd meet in a club, the two of you striking up a conversation.
He was honestly caught up by your rather charming conversational skills. You were quite the conversationalist, the Overlord quite intrigued by you, finding himself wanting to speak to you further.
Eventually he'd invite you up to his place, you happily joining him.
Youd go up to his penthouse, the Overlord proudly giving you a tour of his fancy penthouse.
You'd end up in the kitchen, the Overlord genuinely stumped at how he ended up with a cup of coffee in his hand, the two of you talking at his table.
He was surprised at how comfortable he was with you. The Overlord telling you about his day to day, ranting about all the shit he has to deal with on a daily bases with surprising ease, the man finding himself very comfortable with you.
He'd eventually ask you out, you happily accepting.
He'd take you out to a fine meal at only the finest of restaurants, the two of you having a wonderful night out.
You would talk, eat delicious food and drink even finer spirits. Afterwards you would go back to his place, and well, you'd make sweet, sweet love.
You continue seeing each other for the next few months, going out on several more dates, your relationship getting closer and closer, the man amazed at how little sex you had.
It wasn't so much the absence of sex, hed dated flinty of fridget bitched, but his reaction. He didn't mind it. Not one bit.
The man found himself loving your relationship, even though he usually despised serious relationship, instead preferring it loose and fast, bit with you, he loved your relationship.
The man felt as though your relationship actually meant something, you never all to Interested in his glamorous lifestyle.
In fact, you spent almost all time together... he dare say, being traditionally romantic and shit.
Youd go on simple, but romantic dates, and you spent great lengths just speaking, the man shocked to find how much he just needed to say shit, venting about his day.
And of course, he'd spoil you, treating you to every luxury at his disposal.
But he didn't need to. And that's what he loved about you. You enjoyed your time together just... by being together.
Stolas was the apology of a lovable owl.
Your first meeting was very fumbly. You'd be at a royal gathering, you managing to stumble your way in, ending up at a table enjoying the free wine.
That's when you'd see the owl, the man just sitting there, staring at his drink.
Seeing him like that, you'd strike up a conversation. And while initially taken aback, the man would quickly engage in conversation, the man happily chatting with you, especially when you seemed to genuinely engage with him.
Youd talk, laugh, exchange stories and just generally enjoyed the conversation. The owl finding himself genuinely caught up in your conversation, greatly enjoying your company.
But, as they tend to do, all good things come to an end. The two of you prepared to go your separate ways as the party began to disperse.
But on an impulse decision, Stolas would ask if he could see you again. You, a little caught off guard, agreed, telling him a time and place, the owl eagerly agreeing.
It'd be a few days later when you had your first 'date', the two of you meeting up at a coffee shop, the two of you finding a booth and before chatting.
Youd had a very genuine back and forth, you asking about life as an Goetia. And of course he put up a brave face, you could tell he was putting up a brave face, it not taking a lot of pushing before he broke down a little, telling you how difficult and stressful his life was.
All the petty BS he went through every day before lunch. It could get so bad, he felt like tearing his hair out.
Hearing this, and wanting to help the poor man, you'd decide he needed to unwind.
And you would unwind by taking him out clubbing. Now your first step was a change of clothes, you getting a mismatch of what he so humbly called "peasant garb", the owl almost unrecognisable in a mismatch outfit.
Youd go to a club. You'd drink, you'd dance, Stolas being absolutely free to be himself. And he would go ape.
By the end of the night, the Owl would be totally exhausted, and loved it. The owl grabbing you and giving you a big kiss, the man thanking you.
Youd welcome the man, before kissing him back, the two of you spending the night together.
That would mark the beginning of your relationship. And a romantic relationship it was.
Your relationship was very much based on romance, you and your owl absolutely loving each other.
Youd meet up a few times a week, usually at a bar or Cafe, the two of you spending hours upon hours just speaking.
Youd listen as he ranted about his day, or lamented on an aspect of his life. You happy to listen or give advice, explaining it from your perspective.
And while these conversations were all good, your bonding time really came when you went out.
Now granted, you had to be subtle about it, but you'd often go out together, usually with Stolas in more "peasant garb". Not wanting to get attention in his royal garb.
You went to parks, to movies, Stolas especially like bargain shopping. Going through used and obviously stolen goods, you'd often have contests on who could find the weirdest things, Stolas somehow winning most of the time. The man usually keeping the strange item as a memento.
You had such a romantic relationship, the two of you opening up on a very intimate level.
The man found a confidant in you, the man venting, opening up to you about his deepest darkest secrets.
The man confiding in you about his forced marriage, or his abysmal relationship with his father, big shocker from a noble I know. Or how Octavia was the only truly good thing in his life.
If Stolas prayed to anyone, you'd be the answer to those prays.
Youd be exactly what the man needed, allowing him some much needed intimacy, the man absolutely adoring his time with you.
And of course, you'd have sex. But your sex was always tender, loving and deeply intimate.
