#acesamday

[asexual-supernatural]

Rating: G

Length: 1309

Pairing: Sabriel

Summary: Sam and Gabriel have been dating for months and when Gabe finally works up the courage to ask Sam to have sex with him, Sam turns ashen and has to find a way to tell Gabe he’s asexual.

[ghostgarrison-spn]

sex-repulsed Ace!Sam. Sastiel on their anniversary

ace!sastiel; non-sexual bathing; married AU; sfw; 261 words;

Sam slides into the bath first, settling against the curved back of the large tub. The water is just on the low range of ‘hot’ and is a swirling pink and blue sudsy galaxy. 

“It’s smells wonderful,” Castiel remarks when he strolls into their bathroom, only donning a fluffy white robe. “Which one did you use?”

“The pink one,” Sam replies. “It had some stars and stuff on it.”

“I like that one,” Castiel says, slipping the robe off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He climbs the edge of the tub, putting two feet in to test the water’s temperature before sliding slowly into the space between Sam’s legs.

Cas settles against Sam, back to chest, letting out a soft sigh as he savors the heat of the bath and his husband working together, warming him to the core. He cranes his neck to one side to stretch the day’s tension away and Sam takes the opportunity to place a line of kisses up the strong muscle there.

“Happy anniversary, Cas,” Sam says between kisses.

“Mmn,” Castiel hums, arching into them. He stills, twisting to give Sam a proper kiss. “Happy anniversary to you too, Sam. You did a good job with the bath.”

Sam chases his lips for another kiss, mumbling. “Thought the flower petals would be a nice touch.”

Realizing something was missing, Castiel pulls away slightly, looking around the bathroom. “Did you forget the wine?”

“Damnit! It’s still on the kitchen counter.” Castiel looks at him expectantly. Sam sighs. “Okay, I’ll go get it...”

[cheerfulsammy-blog]

Just something I made for ace Sam day

[asexual-supernatural]

Thank you so much for organizing Ace!Sam day! It really meant a lot to me.

It’s been really great, hasn’t it??? If anything, be thankful for all those who have been participating and reblogging! You all have been so wonderful, I am floored by your work.

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Ace Sam Day Prompt: Castiel notices that Sam always agrees to sex, but never initiates it himself (ace sam who is not sex repulsed, but doesn't get why it's a big deal).

Sorry for the delay; sastiel; canonverse bunkerfic; ace!sam; sfw; 500 words

It takes months after the sexual part of their relationship began for Castiel to notice. The thought comes to his mind one morning, sprawled naked in their bed Sam’s room in the bunker after a night of debauchery.

Of all the times they’ve had sex, Sam has not once initiated it himself.

Castiel frowns at the thought, carefully considering it and trying to come up with memories with Sam taking the initiative and comes up short. He rolls to his side to gaze at his love, who snores softly into his pillow a foot away. When Castiel reaches out to brush a stray strand of long chestnut hair out of Sam’s face, the man sighs in his slumber.

“Hmm?” Sam hums, stirring and stretching his body. His eyes flutter open revealing hazel eyes which dart around before settling on Castiel.

“Good morning.”

“’Morning,” he murmurs. Castiel must have a strange look about him because Sam’s lips turn down at the corners and the familiar age lines return to his usually youthful face. The man props himself up on an elbow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Castiel replies, trying to play it off. It should be none of his business.

Sam’s apparently not having any of it. 

“No,” he says. “It’s not nothing. I know that look. That’s the ‘thinking hard about something’ look, kind of combo’d with the ‘worried about me’ look. What’s up?”

Castiel sighs. There’s no avoiding it now. The topic in question is not an easy or pleasant one, but he won’t lie to Sam. “You never initiate sex,” he says plainly and without inflection.

“Oh,” Sam breathes quietly, frowning. “I guess so...”

So it’s true then, Castiel thinks to himself. “May I ask why?”

“I... I...” Sam rolls into his back, eyes flicking to the ceiling to avoid Cas’ gaze. “It’s just not on my mind that much. I never think about it.”

“About sex?”

“Yeah,” he nods, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows nervously. “I’m asexual. At least, I’m pretty sure I am...”

Castiel considers Sam’s admission. Judging by the greek roots of the word, that would certainly explain things. Which leaves him with an incredibly hard question to ask. “Have I been... forcing you?”

“What? No!” Sam exclaims, looking scandalized for a split second before a frown returns to his lips. “I like having sex with you. It makes me feel closer to you and the feeling is nice. It’s just not really on my mind all the time. Please don’t let it bother you, I just don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“I only want what you want,” Castiel says, tracing his fingers across Sam’s cheek and guiding the man to look at him again. “Just promise me one thing.”

Sam blinks, nodding.

“Never say yes when you don’t want to. Please exercise your right to say no.”

Sam’s hand trails down Castiel’s forearm, his fingers encircling the man’s wrist and pulling it away. He presses a kiss to Cas’ palm. “Of course. Thank you.”

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Some demisexual!Sam/Jess headcanons for AceSamDay:

Sam doesn’t feel sexual attraction for anyone, until Jess. He never got to know anyone long enough before that.

He doesn’t hear the word ‘asexual’ until college; it never even occurs to him to look. Afterward, he can’t believe he spent all those hours looking up obscure legends that nobody believed existed, and somehow missed the one that explained HIM.

Jess takes him to a Pride meeting, not for him, but for her, because she’s panromantic (and heterosexual). It’s after he hears a rundown of terms that he has a revelation, of sorts.

Really, Sam’s just so, so glad that he stopped driving around the states and went to college and learned THIS.

It’s another few months after that before he actually starts feeling sexual attraction toward Jess. They’ve already had sex by then, before the Pride meeting even, but it’s a whole new experience starting to want her.

He has to adjust from ‘asexual’ to ‘demisexual,’ and even though it’s just in his head, it still feels like he’s been lying somehow.

He tells Jess after that, because he lies to her about enough, already.

Jess is very cool with it (though she worries at first because they didn’t wait very long to have sex and did he actually want to, then?), and they sit down to have a talk about their sexual relationship. She tells him it’s fine, he wasn’t lying, he just wasn’t finished figuring it all out.

Sam is sex-indifferent, so even after he starts feeling attracted to Jess, the sex in and of itself is just okay, maybe pleasant, nothing fantastic. The fantastic part is doing it with Jess.

He likes the skin contact more than anything, and they end up taking a lot of showers together.

[halliewriteshockey]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In honor of ace!Sam Day, I thought I’d share this with y’all.  This was written awhile ago, but has seemed to resonate very strongly with a lot of my readers, so maybe this will help others out there as well.

Stay strong, you are not broken, you don’t need fixing, you are perfect and beautiful exactly as you are.

[shatterthefragments]

It All Ended Up Okay

Can also be found here on AO3

AceSamDay At twelve, Dean basically told him that masturbation was something that happened. Sam feels insecure. At Stanford, he discovers the term “asexual”. Writing this was personal, so I sincerely hope that I got it all out coherently. I hope you like it!

It wasn't as if he ever had role models or examples to explain what he was feeling.

John went out drinking, and sometimes never made it back until the morning sun rose. Dean told Sam all about his exploits with various women from each town they passed through... and some of the things he almost got up to. At each school he went to, all Sam ever seemed to hear about was who someone thought was hot and who got laid... who people wanted to lay with in the not-so-far future and what they did to get off.

Sam didn't understand. He felt alienated whenever he heard these conversations, and even if he wanted to make friends where they were, they never stayed in one place long enough to get past the posturing stage where everybody's just trying to impress each other.

Although, if Sam were honest, it seemed like everybody was trying to impress everybody.

He got sick of hearing the same things from so many different mouths in so many different towns... in so many different states... and never being able to relate to any of the people he gets first impressions of.

And that's all he ever had the time to get before moving on to the next hunt. First impressions.

Sure, Sam masturbated, but that was mostly because it was expected of him.

As soon as he turned twelve, and Dean noticed that he hadn't already started to spend some quality time alone in a locked bathroom, Dean had started to talk to him about “a man's needs” and how it wasn't shameful to need “alone time” and just to lock the door on the bathroom, and “hey, if you need some reading material...” until Sam gave in and locked himself in the bathroom.

Even years later, Sam still thought that there was something wrong with him. He'd never heard of anyone that didn't like sex or masturbating... even though he masturbated habitually, almost every other night when he wasn't busy.

Given, he hadn't actually engaged in sexual activities with another human being, but he didn't really enjoy like the things that he tried on his own, either.

He'd tried just about everything that he could reasonably get his hands on. Initially, everything he did to himself felt mildly pleasurable... nothing that brought an earth-shattering discovery of actually liking sex. But it was only in the beginning of every session where he'd sequester himself in the motel's bathroom that he felt this way. It was like scratching an itch that had been bothering you for a while. At first it feels nice, but if you kept going, it hurt or felt really uncomfortable.

It was only when he got to Stanford that he went to see a doctor about it. Before, doctors and professional medics were only for situations that were close to life and death... but at Stanford, Sam was free to be a normal citizen. So he saved up some money and went to the doctor's office on campus.

What actually instigated Sam's decision to go to the doctor was midterms.They were in full swing, and the stress of school was crushing. Sam knew that masturbating was supposed to be a stress reliever and, well, he had nothing to lose at this point. But when he lay down in his bed and actually got around to it, yeah, it felt pleasant at first, but, as usual, turned sour and uncomfortable after a short amount of time. Except this time, he continued on for a little longer, until it became slightly painful. Sam may have been hesitant to look up anything before, but he knew that it shouldn't be painful... not with plenty of lube and without the desire for it to hurt.

So he ended up going to the doctor, who asked him, after he'd explained what happened with a furious red flush over his face, if he'd ever felt sexual attraction and considered the possibility that he was asexual. After a physical examination, the doctor said that the slight pain he felt was likely just his mind telling him to stop because he wasn't enjoying it, especially since he seemed to be in extremely good health.

Sam blinked when the doctor asked him that. He'd never heard of the term asexual before, and he'd never really considered sexual attraction.

Sure Sam appreciated people that were beautiful, even thought them to be hot sometimes. He'd grown accustomed to going along with the flow and saying things like “Yeah, she's hot,” to keep people from getting on his case. But even though Sam would sometimes vocalize things that would suggest the desire for sexual contact with other people, when he thought about it, he didn't actually want to do anything sexual with anyone.

Sure, maybe it would be worth trying to find someone to try things with that would understand that he might harden a little at the beginning of their time together, but nothing more would come of it. That he'd never gotten off before, and wouldn't with them. But Sam then thinks that it would probably best not to try anything. Curiosity can be satiated with porn, but the amount of discomfort that would most likely be in that situation is tangible even just thinking about it.

So Sam and the doctor talked for a little while longer, and when Sam went back to his dorm and looked up asexuality.

Sam knew the basics from what the doctor had told him, but he was still surprised that there were other people like him and similar to him.

He started to hold his head up at events where people would mingle, no longer scared of having to say that he was broken and didn't know what was wrong with him, and could answer with a sense of pride that he was asexual.

Eventually he met a girl named Jess.

She was as close to perfection as Sam thought one human could be. She was beautiful, kind, smart... and she understood Sam's asexuality, even if she was allosexual herself. They dated for a while, and decided to move into an apartment together at the end of the semester.

They were happy together.

Sam was in love with her, and Jess was in love with him. They'd told each other often enough, not willing to let the other go without them knowing that they loved one another.

Sam took some of the money he'd saved up and bought a ring.

And then Dean found him.