#asexual Neil Josten

[wordvomit555]

Who is gonna draw Neil in a visibility jacket for the ace week?

Because this is all I got with my awful skills

[jean-meowreau]

Day 2 of Kinktober ft. Transdrew Minyard!

Polycule & Glory Hole: Andrew, Neil, Kevin, Jeremy, Jean, & Seth - Asexual Neil ♡

Future fic, all pro players! You can try Seth from my cold dead hands ♡ (full list of tags below cut)

Andrew was comfortable with his new team. He and Kevin and Neil took the time to handpick the best of the best. The cream of the crop– the 𝘤𝘳é𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘳é𝘮𝘦 as Jean would so annoyingly say. He grimaces at the comfortable feeling that blooms in his chest as he thinks of everyone on their starting line - everyone in his stupid, weird polycule that he would give his life for. He thought handling Neil was a lot - now he had five dumbasses to keep in line. Kevin, Jean, Jeremy, Seth, and Neil. He grimaces once more as that comfortable feeling in his chest blooms and shuts it out with a solid slam of the bathroom stall door. He turns around, assessing the space, making sure it was aptly clean. Kevin had a knack for it, and it met Andrew's standards.

It was currently 0300, their facilities were empty save the six of them, and Andrew really wanted to get out of his head for their game in two days. He tries to stop fixating on all of the plays Kevin made him memorise as he unfolds his support bench and sets it up, perfectly in line with the two holes on either stall wall. A small one and a large one. He keeps staring at them as he undresses, hanging his clothes on the hook on the door, and lays across the board. First his stomach, and then he changes his mind and switches to his back. He really wants to relax. He rests his feet against the wall and then grabs his phone and sends a text to their group chat before relaxing against the cushions and closing his eyes.

He's not sure how much later it is when the bathroom door creaks open, but five sets of footsteps come in and then come to a stop. Andrew can't help smiling to himself as he shifts around. His lower half is perfectly framed, and he knows it when he hears Jean mutter, “Merde!”

“Andrew,” Neil says quietly. “Terms?”

“Any hole, just give me some warning before coming in. If you want my ass, you're prepping me.”

“Orgasms?”

“I want out of my head, Neil. I don't care.”

“Thank you.”

It's the last thing Andrew hears before there are two knocks to the wall where his thighs are settled. It's all the warning he's provided before a warm mouth is wrapped around his dick and sucking, a tongue dipping down to lick over his already glistening cunt. Andrew hisses in pleasure, writhing against the cushion, before he tilts his head back as he hears two knocks on the wall closest to his head.

Jean's dick pushes through a second later and Andrew hums happily to himself as he lays his head back and drops his jaw, feeding his length in his mouth until it hits the back of his throat and he gags. There's more quiet cursing from Jean before he pulls back and then fucks back into Andrew's mouth. He sets a steady pace, gagging him only occasionally, and letting out a steady stream of curse-riddled praise as his dick twitches against Andrew's tongue. He gets so lost in it, in the relaxation of having his mouth used, that when two fingers dip into his cunt he moans happily and arches his back.

Movement at both ends freezes momentarily before Jean hisses out another stream of profanity and snaps his hips forward. His cock buries its way down Andrew's throat and he makes an appreciative sound as he pushes himself closer to try and get it just a bit deeper. Jean stays there, nothing but heavy breathing as he relishes in every gag his cock milks from Andrew's throat, before pulling back suddenly. All Andrew is afforded is a quick shout before cum is hitting his tongue and dripping onto the roof of his mouth. He pulls back and wraps his fingers around Jean's length, giving barely there squeezes as he fucks in and out of Andrew's fist and mouth and milks his orgasm.

Andrew tries not to feel too depressed when Jean pulls away, but his dick is quickly replaced. Jeremy is there to follow, short but oh so wonderfully thick. His mouth is watering, and he's about to swallow Jeremy whole, when he feels someone's rather fucking huge cock push its way inside his cunt. A thumb is rubbing against his dick as he arches his back. “Fucking Seth, you piece of shit–”

“God, you sound good whining my name like a pathetic little–”

“Finish that and I'll rip your dick off,” Andrew mutters. His threat doesn't live long, not after Seth laughs and thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt, and Andrew collapses against the cushion, seeing stars. He wants to scream when Seth pulls out almost as quick as he filled him up, but he's speaking before Andrew can fire off a threat.

“Roll over so I can prep you for Kevin, princess.”

“Seth–”

“Stop fighting, baby. Just do it, we know you secretly want to be good for us.”

Andrew sits up and reaches through the hole, taking hold of Seth's balls and giving them a less than pleasant squeeze. The fucking masochist doesn't do anything but moan high in the back of his throat and grab Andrew's wrist before taking a step closer.

“I should rip them off, right now.”

“But you won't,” Seth says, and Andrew hates that he can hear his smirk. “You're going to be a good boy and roll over so I can finger and fuck you while Jeremy gets your throat. Because you like it, don't you? And you want us to take care of you.”

Andrew scowls and gives Seth's balls another squeeze before he lets go and does switch to lay on his stomach. He tells himself he hates the appreciative wolf whistle he gets when Seth grabs his ass and gives it a squeeze, but any fight is fucked out of him with Seth's massive fucking dick filling him back up and rendering him mute. He hates how breathy his moans are, how each snap of Seth's hips earns him another, but damn if he isn't good at what he does. And Jeremy gently nudges the head of his cock against Andrew's lips. He parts them without a second thought, moans now muffled around the beautiful weight of a thick cock dragging across his tongue.

Back and forth, to and fro, slowly pushing towards the back of his throat. The first time he gags, Seth curses loudly and snaps his hips forward before grinding deep. “Jeremy, do that again. He's like a fucking vice.”

“Andrew?” Jeremy asks quietly.

Andrew huffs through his nose and hollows out his cheeks, encouraging Jeremy. A swish of his tongue against the underside is the surprise pleasure point the blond needs, because he moans in surprise and then snaps his hips forward. Andrew gags, and Seth makes a noise akin to something feral. His fingernails dig into the meat of Andrew's ass.

“Fucking perfect, you two. Good fucking boys.”

Andrew feels a little jealous at the feeling of Jeremy's dick twitching against his tongue from Seth's praise, but again, he isn't afforded the brain capacity to be upset. Seth is rubbing lubed fingers against his ass, then two plunge inside in tandem with his dick and Andrew is choking around Jeremy's cock as his eyes roll back in his head. His palms slam against the wall, desperate to latch onto someone.

“Fuck, Andrew. God, you feel so fucking good,” Seth mutters. He repeats the same movements a few times before he switches to fucking his fingers into Andrew's ass as he pulls out of his cunt. Never leaving him empty. Just how he likes it…

Jeremy is doing a fucking stellar job, too. The drag of his cock against Andrew's tongue, the stretch of his lips wrapped around his girth, is slowly replacing his brains with cotton. Every fuck in, whether his mouth, ass, or cunt, is driving him further down into a comfortable cloud of nothing.

He doesn't react as viscerally this time to Jeremy hitting the back of his throat, and this time it's the blond's turn to mutter, “Jesus Christ!” under his breath as he fucks down Andrew's throat again and again. Nothing but a barely there gag and perfect wet heat is wrapped around his dick, and it's pure fucking heaven. Andrew still doesn't pay much mind to Seth adding a third finger to his ass, but he does moan happily at the stretch and push his hips back. It earns him a harsh thrust from Seth before he pulls out and moans Andrew's name shakily. Cum splatters across the backs of his thighs and he lets his eyes fall shut. Everything is falling into place. Kevin is massaging his ass now, fucking between his cheeks and dragging the head of his cock against his hole and Andrew shudders, hips bucking into the touch.

“F-Fuck…” Jeremy whimpers, and Andrew moans happily at the knowledge he's pulled a curse from him. He hollows his cheeks out again, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around the base of Jeremy's cock and add that last layer of pleasure to send him hurtling over the edge. Cum hits the back of his throat as Jeremy's dick gives a few valiant twitches against his tongue before he's stepping back and gasping Andrew's name as the rest of his load lands on his tongue.

As Jeremy pulls out, Kevin fucks in and Andrew melts against the cushion, trying and failing to hold back a shaky whine as he's slowly filled up again. Neil's scarred fingers poke through the hole in the door and Andrew makes another truly pitiful sound as he sucks them into his mouth. Neil hums happily and pets over his tongue, the wall shifting as he rests his weight against it. “I don't think I've got an orgasm in me. Is that okay, Drew?”

Andrew whines low in the back of his throat, trying to chase after Neil's fingers when he removes them so he can reply. “ ‘s fine… gimme…”

“And if I can't get hard?” Neil asks, and though he's teasing, Andrew makes a truly pitiful sound at the thought.

“Careful,” Seth teases, his voice now on the same side as Neil's, “he might think you don't like him any more.”

Andrew whines quietly before reaching through the hole and aiming his middle finger where he thinks Seth is. He hears laughter and feels mildly proud of himself, but it doesn't last long because Kevin has decided he's had enough time to adjust.

“Wait,” Andrew gasps out. “Lemme– lemme get on my back.”

Neil is the only person who replies, but Kevin seems to be pouting through his movements as he slowly pulls out. Andrew takes a steadying breath before he slowly stands and turns around. His head is spinning, but in a comfortable way, and when he lays back down, every muscle that had been starting to cramp no longer hurt. Kevin, impatient as he was, didn't give Andrew much longer than that before he was spreading his ass, thumbs dipping down to massage his hole, and rubbing his cockhead at his entrance. “Andrew–”

“Fuck me, yeah,” he huffs out, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. Neil's cockhead brushes against his lips a few seconds later and Andrew makes a happy sound as he opens his mouth. He's half-hard, which is a treat for unplanned sex, and Andrew hums around his length, hoping to convey his gratitude.

Neil curses quietly from the other side of the wall, and the stall creaks as Andrew assumes he leans his entire weight against it to fuck as deep as he can at the moment. It's perfect for now, his somewhat soft cock slowly filling out as he fucks back and forth across Andrew’s tongue in short rolls of his hips. From there, as Kevin slowly fucks back into Andrew's replaces any higher brain function Andrew may have with his dick, he slips into a comfortable fog.

He doesn't pay much attention except to appreciate the feeling of being used, of being of service, of taking care of while being taken care of. Even when his body starts shaking, when the support beneath him is creaking from the force behind Kevin's thrusts, Andrew can only care to clench around the cock splitting him open. Between his legs feels like white-hot heat, fingers now fucking into his cunt, a thumb circling his dick. And then that heat is wet, he can only assume it's someone's mouth, and he's choking around Neil’s cock as he yells through his orgasm. Neil dips his fingers through the slight gap, pulling back so he isn't fucking down Andrew's throat and he can yell as Neil strokes his fingertips against his cheek and offers him quiet praise.

Kevin is silent, but he's fucking into Andrew at a break neck pace, his nails digging into his ass as he holds him open.

“A-Andrew–” Kevin finally gasps out, thighs shaking as he steps in closer and the fingers fucking into Andrew shift to shorter movements.

Jeremy's voice is quiet as he coos praise at Kevin, encouraging his orgasm. Andrew moans low in his throat, a tremor running down his own spine at some of the filth being spewed. “Kevin– fuck. C'mon, inside!” Andrew demands through gritted teeth. It seems to be the encouragement Kevin needs, because he manages a few more sloppy thrusts before burying in to the hilt.

The fingers buried in Andrew are removed before the unmistakable feeling of Kevin's trembling fingers are pressing inside. He strokes against Andrew's walls, hips grinding forward at the wrecked noise Andrew makes in response.

“Do you have another?” Kevin asks– pleads, his thumb even trembling as he trails it against the underside of Andrew's dick before rubbing against the sensitive tip. He doesn't expect a verbal response, thankfully, but Andrew answers in kind as he curls in on himself and hits his fist against the wall, trying desperately to gasp out Kevin's name, to praise him for his good behavior, but a third orgasm is rendering him mute and all he can do is fling his arms up to grab the top of the stall and hold on for dear life.

He's allowed a few seconds of mind-numbing bliss before the door clicks open and Neil steps inside, wrapping an arm around Andrew's waist to support him. “Relax, I've got you,” he says quietly, massaging the backs of Andrew's hands so he releases his grip and collapses into Neil. He laughs quietly at the absolutely pitiful sound Andrew can't help when Kevin pulls out of him. “Get the plug, Day. Give the princess what he wants.”

“You can't… not you, too,” Andrew huffs out, but there's the barest hint of a smile as he tucks his face in the curve of Neil’s neck.

“Mmm, I'd agree if you didn't turn redder just now, somehow,” Neil says, trying to whisper so Seth can't hear. It's futile, because the door creaks open and said asshole is on the other side looking smugger than he really deserves to be.

“Can I carry the princess to the showers?”

Neil grins at Andrews’s faux annoyed sound. But the blond still holds his arms out to Seth after Neil steps out of the way. “Jean already has the showers going so it's nice and steamy. Let's go.”

“Bossy,” Seth huffs as he scoops Andrew up bridal style, making sure to hold him close.

“Yeah, but, like…” Neil waves his hand dismissively. “Everyone likes it.”

[froggisarethebest]

wishing my demisexual king neil fucking josten a good asexual awareness week. i hope he continues to obsess over andrew’s capable shoulders and the way the sunlight reflects on his hair casting golden halos around him like something out of a fucking baroque painting. go shine king

[estavs]

My piece for the @aftgpridezine

Pre-orders are open so please check it out if you’re interested!

[artofalyksandr]

Happy Asexual Awareness Week to Neil Josten specifically

Also small gay disaster Andrew

[victor-v]

i don't think most people understand the importance of neil being openly and unapologetically demisexual. when he was written and the books were published the information about the ace spectrum was so scarce and no one talked about it. personally thanks to this character i got to understand a part of my identity that made no sense for my whole life, suddenly he was saying i don't swing and i mean it the only one im interested in is you and my brain exploded a little and opened the door to actually do some research on it and things made sense. which maybe i would have figured out eventually, but that level of understanding added to showing the importance of consent and boundaries truly rewired my brain (for the better)

this means so much to me

[agenderasshole]

Aftg headcanon: Renee is the first person to tell Neil she thinks he might be demisexual.

My initial thought was Allison or Andrew or maybe Nicky (Allison bc she’s Neil’s best girl friend so they talk about him and Andrew on occasion, Andrew bc he’s got a decent amount of knowledge on lgbt identities, and Nicky for similar reasons) but then I had a brain blast moment. No, of COURSE it’s Renee!

Maybe Neil mentioned in passing that he’s never been interested in anyone before Andrew and that pings in her brain. Or maybe Andrew tells her about it bc he feels safe telling her and knows it won’t get out to the other foxes.

In my head Renee is actually the fox who knows the most about lgbt identities (Andrew is close behind her) so she’s done a little bit of reading on asexuality. So when she hears about Neil’s thoughts towards his and Andrew’s relationship, she does some more in depth research and comes back with demisexual.

Maybe Neil doesn’t care for the label (nothing against it, I just don’t know if he would actually care, or see it as a convenience to stop people from generalizing that he’s just gay or a “late bloomer” (side note: I feel like Nicky has called him that at least once)) Or maybe he feels validated in his feelings bc he’s not the only one who feels this way.

Anyway, it’s asexual awareness week and I’m having thoughts about Neil (no one is shocked)

[s-exy-sapphillean]

I feel like the reason why so many people in this fandom are so fucking weird about neil's demisexuality is because they only view demisexual as like a tag-on to a "real" sexuality that's just tempered a bit by the demisexuality, instead of it's own legitimate label.

Neil Abram Josten is an aroace to whom attraction entirely was a foreign concept until the one person he has ever let in spelled out the possibility of it to him.

He is not demi-gay or demi-bi or demisexual and panromantic.

Neil Josten's attraction does not exist outside of the aroace spectrum and outside of Andrew Minyard. He is simply demisexual. At best you could argue he's reciprosexual/-romantic too. But he did not spend the entire series repeating that he does not swing any direction for this fandom to insist that "maybe he does swing some way anyway". Demisexual people don't need to justify their demisexuality by having a "direction" in which they're demisexual

[bisexualchaosdemon]

You know what I love about being in the aftg fandom? It has resulted in tumblr serving me (a raging allosexual) an abundance of aroace content

[wordvomit555]

....................….me projecting myself on them....................... Asexual Neil 🤝 Autistic Kevin

[jean-meowreau]

I'm ready to give. A hot take about asexual Neil.

Because as an ace-spec person who enjoys sex as an activity for my partner(s) involved, people trying to erase poly/multi-shipping Neil by saying "He's demi so he wouldn't fuck them" have me really on edge. Sex isn't always about deriving personal pleasure. Sex can be an act of intimacy between partners where one gets more out of it physically than the other. You are aware good, consensual sex can happen between partners where one(OR EVEN BOTH/ALL!) of them don't orgasm?

Outside of just a kink scenario with a scene that is meant to instill frustration/not end in orgasm, you can just make out for fun. You can give handjobs and touch and finger and stroke and fondle and pinch and bite and suck and lick and fuck and enjoy just one partner getting their fill. You can top or bottom and not orgasm and still enjoy the experience for what it brings the relationship. (Not to mention Stone Tops are a real thing.)

Sex comes in many forms. Sex doesn't have to end in an orgasm for all involved. And Sex isn't always a defining characteristic for a relationship.

All I'm saying is is stop your ace erasure because you have a preference to only ship Neil a certain way. Your preference is valid until you use a label and twist its meaning to get what you and only you want.

Enjoy your Neil time, but also beware that everyone has their own Neil doll and can play with him however they want. He can slut it up(so to speak) or he can never have sex or experience sexual attraction except once a decade on a night with a specific moon cycle when the conditions are perfect - fandom is meant to be a space to enjoy these characters as they are and/or however we want.

From an ace/demi queer person, please stop taking my sexuality and using it to hurt others who want to enjoy Neil differently than you. Thank you.

[the-one-who-died-at-the-end]

This here, Mf, THIS is the Real Asexual Experience

Neil Josten relatable king

[caiizawa]

"Nothing comes between an aroace and their otp"

But it's me with BakuDeku, Jegulus, and Andreil

[meatiors]

Once again wishing a happy ace day to ......neil josten?!?!

[ok555ficideas]

I asked you that once, too

Andrew and Neil were lying in their bed in Columbia late at night. Both on their backs, looking up at the ceiling, not ready to fall asleep quite yet, but too tired to talk. Neil was very conscious of the way he was positioned on the bed. They were used to sharing. Their beds in the Fox tower were pushed together and apart from extremely bad days that were still sometimes haunting both of them, they shared every night. 

Here the bed was bigger so Neil didn’t have to worry as much about disturbing Andrew by touching him, but tonight was different. Tonight Neil had voiced out his desires out loud back in Eden, and he didn’t want to push the matter. He wanted Andrew to mull it over on his own and not disturb that process. 

The thing was that for the longest time Neil didn’t even know that this was something he would crave so much. Before Andrew he didn’t know a lot of things about himself and he was happy to follow the blonde’s lead. He didn’t crave sex the same way his teammates did. At first he thought that it was because of the way he grew up; always on the run, never able to think about something other than survival. 

With Andrew it was easy, the goalie set the pace and Neil was more than happy to follow along. Because the thing about Neil was that what was doing it for him, was Andrew. He loved when he could see the tiny crack in Andrew’s so well kept composer. He loved knowing that Andrew was enjoying himself, and that was enough to make Neil enjoy himself too. 

Neil knew that there was a possibility of there coming a time when Andrew would suggest something that Neil wouldn’t be into, but he really believed that there wasn’t a lot he wouldn't be willing to do, if he was doing it with Andrew. 

But this wasn’t about sex. No, what he craved right now had nothing to do with getting off. He wanted to be completely enveloped by Andrew without it leading to something more. He wanted to feel the steady movement of up and down of Andrew's chest against his back or under his head. He wanted to bury his face in Andrew’s neck, not to kiss him there, even though he enjoyed how much the other liked it, but to breathe him in and drift off feeling safer than he has ever felt. 

He knew it was a long shot, Andrew sometimes held his hand before falling asleep, or let their legs get tangled together, but he always pulled away before he let himself close his eyes. Being in complete contact with Neil was probably something Andrew was not ready for, but Neil made Andrew a promise and he was determined to keep it. 

Few weeks ago Andrew told him that he is allowed to ask for things. Andrew told him that the answer would probably be no more than yes, but that he should ask, that he should not be afraid to voice what he wants out loud. 

“I'm scared that you’re just going along with this, I need to know that you want this.” Andrew had said to him and it was a show of vulnerability that Andrew so rarely portrayed. 

So Neil started asking. He asked for kisses, he asked to hold hands, sometimes he even asked for Andrew to get him off. ‘Yes’ was not always the answer, but Neil didn’t care. He would always respect a ‘no’ and he was enjoying the spark that lit up in Andrew’s eyes every time Neil asked for something. 

But this was new, this was the first time Neil asked for something that was a new territory. When he broached the topic Andrew didn’t say anything. He looked at Neil puzzled and announced that they were leaving. He collected everyone from the club, despite various protests, mostly from Nicky, and drove them to the house without another word. 

Now they were laying there, Neil desperately waiting for Andrew to say something.

“You can say no.” He whispered after not being able to take the silence for another second. 

“I know that.” Andrew replied immediately, like he was waiting for Neil to say something all along. “I’m not saying no.” He added, a little bit more quietly. 

Neil turned around to lay on his side and propped himself on his elbow. Andrew was still not looking at him and was focused on one tiny crack in the ceiling. 

“Are you saying yes?” Neil asked, his voice careful. 

He could see Andrew swallow by the way his Adam’s apple moved. The blonde looked nervous and despite him letting more and more emotions show around Neil, he was still surprised by this one. Andrew was always so stoic and not phased by anything. Neil was scared that he had crossed a line, but then again Andrew asked him to ask for things. 

“I won’t be able to fall asleep.” Andrew finally looked at Neil. “But I can wait for you to fall asleep like that and then move away.” 

Neil took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He didn't want to show his excitement just yet. He needed to know something first. 

“Do you want this too or are you doing this just for me?” 

A corner of Andrew’s mouth moved and it almost looked like he was about to smile. It took Neil off gourd, how quick various subtle emotions had crossed through Andrew today so visibly. 

“I asked you that once, too, remember?” 

Neil did remember. It was in the same conversation when Andrew asked him to ask for things. Neil had a hard time explaining his feelings about sex. Every time he tried to voice it out loud it sounded like he didn’t enjoy it. 

“You told me that you’re doing it for me, but that is why you want it.” Andrew continued after Neil didn’t reply to his previous question. “I didn’t get it then, but I chose to trust you. But I get it now, I didn’t feel the need to hold your hand until you started to ask me to. I agreed, because I wanted to make you happy and it wasn’t something that would trigger me. With time I started to enjoy it, because I knew that you did. I think this is like that too. I don’t know if it will trigger me or not, but I know that I want to try, because you want to.” 

Neil was suddenly overtaken with a wave of relief. Ever since that conversation he was trying to sort it out more in his head to help Andrew understand how he felt. Hearing that Andrew felt the same, just with other aspects of their relationship, filled him with so much joy and sense of being understood that it was almost too much for him to handle. 

“How do you want to do this?” 

Andrew scooted himself closer to Neil and motioned for him to turn around. When Neil did, Andrew outstretched one of his hands under Neil’s head and with the other, slightly shaking one, he reached around Neil and slowly put it on his chest. Neil tried to not move a muscle and let Andrew lead. For a moment they were awkwardly laying there with Andrew barely touching him, but after a minute Andrew’s hand relaxed and Neil was gently brought closer to Andrew’s chest. They both let out a deep breath and Neil melted into Andrew’s embrace. 

“I’m going to wait till you fall asleep or till it gets too much for me and then I’m going to pull away.” Andrew spoke right into his ear and it sent shivers down Neil’s spine. 

“Okay.” Neil whispered. “Can I put my hand on yours?” 

“No.” 

Neil only nodded at that and closed his eyes. His breath was slowly evening out and he felt himself drift off faster than usual. His body was in total bliss and he had never felt as safe as here in Andrew’s arms, with the blonde’s steady breath on his neck and the heartbeat that he could feel on his back. 

When Neil woke up the next day, Andrew was far away from him on the other side of the bed, with his back tightly put against the wall. Neil smiled at the sleeping form in front of him and couldn’t help but be proud of both of them for how far they had come.