Warnings: mentions of sex, harassment (not by rin), a lot about Rins emotions and brother issues💀, reader called pretty# soccer referred to as football
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
• he isn't really one for PDA, and in general, it took him a long time to get used to being physical with you, so he likes to keep those moments private
• in public, he'll hold your hand and maybe give you a kiss on the forehead or cheek, but not more than that
• acts of service are his main love language, he's not good with words and is still discovering his boundaries and what he likes for physical touch, so he expresses his love by doing things for you
• cooks and cleans for you to express that you're important to him
• in private, he's more affectionate, but you'll often have to be the one to initiate a kiss or cuddling
• Rin may not be good with words, but he's a good listener, so when you've had a bad day or you're struggling, he'll have you complain about whatever you want while sitting in his lap
• he is incredibly good at giving massages, and will massage your shoulders, back, or feet after a long, exhausting day
• tries to give you lots of compliments throughout the day but will cringe at himself and turn beet red after telling you that you look pretty
• he likes when you wear his clothes, he's tall, so they are really big on you, and he thinks that's cute
• also likes to buy clothes for you and is happy to see you wearing them
• but what he also likes is buying clothes for you and seeing you wearing them (especially when you choose them when going out)
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
• Rin didn't have many friends in school because of uhhhmmm...his unsocial behavior, so getting close to him is hard
• he's so wary about people getting close to him because he can't believe that people would actually like him, for HIM
• you got paired up for a group project, which is great because Rin is quite smart, but also bad because he barely talks and just does everything by himself
• the other person in your group barely does anything (which Rin gets in a fight with him for) and that leads to the two of you having to meet up alone at your house to finish the presentation (he's was very adamant to not meet up at his)
• the two of you get to talking and somehow Rin opens up a bit, letting his rough facade drop just a smidge
• from that day on he's your friend, he sticks with you, invites you to his games, tells you about his emotions and let's you whine about your struggles
• the type of friend that reminds you to take care of yourself
• buys you lunch when he notices you haven't eaten yet because you're busy studying
• reminds you to rest
• helps you with his school work if it's getting too much and starts stressing you out
• the two of you often study together
• protective as a friend and not scared to stand up for you if you need it, he'll defend you with his life if he needs to
• knew that you were a real friend when you defended him infront of Sae the first time he invited you over to his house
"And who are you"
"I'm Rins friend."
"Rin doesn't have any friends."
"Well he has me!"
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
• after he's gotten used to being physical with you and learning what both he and you like, he would cuddle with you a lot
• prefers to be the big spoon
• he likes to hold you in his arms, tightly wrapped around you, having you pressed against his body
• also is quite a big fan of the honeymoon hug, he likes when you put your head on his chest
• threads his fingers through your hair or traces shapes into your skin, it relaxes him
• only when he let's himself be vulnerable around you after a hard day he'll want to be the little spoon and be cuddled by you
• likes when you comb your fingers through his hair while he's his resting his head on your stomach, chest or thighs
• when you fall asleep on him while cuddling he'll carry you to bed
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
• he's good at cooking and it's important to him that his food is healthy
• Rin is very tidy, he cleans up after himself, dirty clothes are directly put into the laundry and on the weekends he makes sure to vacuum and clean his whole apartment
• Rin hates chaos so he keeps his things organized
• the interior of his home is minimalistic, kept in dark hues of blue and grey paired with black
• Rin wants to settle down once both of you are in a stable position in your careers, or he earns enough for the two of you to live comfortably
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
• would do it quick and tries to make as little mean comments as possible, to not hurt your feeling further
• the relationship would probably end because the two of you had a big fight that you can't resolve
• would distract himself by working out even more than usual and playing football
• seems like it doesn't bother him, but on the inside he's deeply unhappy and wishes he had a good relationship with his brother so he could talk to him about his feelings
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
• he wants to get married someday but isn't in a rush
• before making you his fiance he wants to better himself, be more accepting towards himself and be sure that he's deserving of someone like you
• the wedding would be luxurious but small, he's not on very good terms with his family so he didn't invite many of them (but it would truly mean the world to him if Sae came)
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
• he's very gentle with you physically
• he knows he's strong from working out a lot so he's careful to never use all of his strength on you, (even if he's frustrated and pounding into you like a madman he'll be careful to not actually hurt you ;) )
• emotionally he's getting better at being more gentle, but he's still not good at it
• there's times when he's frustrated and just snaps or when he's just way too honest and ends up hurting your feelings
• he'll be quick to apologize tho, feeling bad about his actions, he doesn't want to hurt you, sometimes things just slip out and it's hard to control for him
• you'll need to be a bit understanding of that too, knowing that if he snaps at you it's not your fault, it's the situation that's making him agitated
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
• his hugs are warm and tight, you could literally melt into his touch
• he's so tall and muscular, when he hugs you it feels like his warm body completely engulfs you
• prefers to hug you from the front, your head on his shoulder so he can take a whiff of your hair while his hands rest on your waist
• sometimes his hands wander and give your ass a squeeze
• hugs you from behind while you're cooking or doing the dishes
• Rin likes hugs, but only from you (hates to be touched by others but got used to his teammates doing it)
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word? How often do they say it? How do they show their love?)
• it takes him centuries to say it (not literally, but he really takes his time with expressing his feelings) and first said it after more than half a year of being together
"I think I love you"
he randomly said while the two of you cuddled on the couch
"How come you're saying it now? Just realized it"
"No...it's just...I guess it only really sank in today when I realized I would steal the damn moon for you if you asked for it"
• he says it at least once a day, often when he's coming home or leaving or when the two of you are cuddling or being intimate
• also shows his love through physical touch, acts of service and gift giving
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
• he's quick to get jealous, mainly because of his inferior complex to his brother
• sometimes he just thinks you would be better off without him and his snappy ass, and then will question himself and your relationship when he sees you being friendly with someone else
• you'll just have to reassure him that he's the only one you want and he'll snap out of his jealousy
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
• most of his kisses are soft and passionate
• but there's also times when he leaves you breathless, lips moving sloppily across yours, gently tugging at your bottom lip, tongue always wining the fight for dominance
• Rin likes to kiss you on your forehead, your shoulders, the crown of your head and of course your lips
• He really enjoys being kissed on the nape, his neck and shoulders, his cheek and his lips
• Rin really likes French kissing, he's so skilled with his tongue
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
• he's pretty helpless with children, he can barely communicate with adults so talking to children is the end of him
• it's easier when they share his passion for soccer, but he still sucks at communicating
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
• goes on a run EVERY morning, doesn't care what weather, doesn't matter if it's freezing cold or pouring, he'll go jogging for an hour
• takes a cold, 5 minute shower after coming back and puts his sweaty clothes into the laundry right away
• if you're still sleeping when he comes back he'll wake you up softly after he's done showering
• if you're already awake, he'll say good morning with a sweet kiss
• eats breakfast with you and then leaves for football practice
• on the weekends mornings can be lazier, spent in bed cuddling, having you sleep in while he goes on his usual jog and comes back with breakfast and coffee
• slow morning sex after waking up :))
• morning texts when he's away to remind you to eat well and drink enough
Hey dove,
Don't forget to eat and drink (2 liters!!)
I hope you have nice day, love you.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
• four days a week he works out in the evening
• once he's back from the gym he'll either cook dinner or help you with cooking (the two of you take turns with dinner)
• after you've eaten he'll pack his bag for practice
• the rest of the night until bedtime is mostly spent on the couch watching TV and cuddling, maybe talking about your days
• Rin has a very strict nighttime routine, puts his dirty clothes in the laundry, goes to take a shower if he's really stinky (loves when you join him...shower sex ;) ) then brushes his teeth and does his skincare, puts on his soft cotton pjamas (when it's warm he also sleeps shirtless) and then he's ready for bed
• when he comes back heated and annoyed it's not rare for him to take it out on you in the form of sex
• good night text or calls when he's away for a game
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
• he's not very open, it took a very long time for him to open up to you when you were still friends and now that you're together he still prefers to deal with his struggles on his own
• he knows he can talk to you, and will if you ask him if something is wrong or something has been bothering him for days
• Rin is just a person that prefers to deal with his emotions, struggles and thoughts alone
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
• generally really calm and patient, especially when it comes to you
• there's some things that can quickly annoy him tho and cause him to snap, and when he's angry, you know it
• he gets loud, shouts insults (that can be really hurtful) and has that glare that looks like he wants to kill
• Rin does his best to control his temper around you because he doesn't want to snap at you
• around others he doesn't care as much tho
• things that can make him loose his temper are: football related things, people that behave against his principles and disrespect towards you or him
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
• he's really good at remembering things, wether it be dates or your favorite things, he knows everything from your favorite meal, to the day you first met
• also remembers things you just randomly mention on the side
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
• when he got into a fight with someone for you
• it was your third date, and he had taken you to see a movie
• while you were waiting for him outside the toilet, a man started harassing you, starting with catcalls and nasty compliments
• Rin watched the whole scene play out, how you were called horrible names because you didn't respond to the man
• he lost it, he couldn't stand someone calling you these things, so his hand 'slipped'
• in the end the two of you got home with you crying and Rin having a black eye and bruised hand
• he didn't view it as a big deal, but when he saw the tears in your ears and listened to you mumble about how he could've gotten seriously hurt, he realized that this might have been one of the first times someone got seriously worried about his well being
• he felt something he hasn't felt before while you patched him up and cried about how you weren't worth getting hurt for and how he should've just ignored the insults
" I can't just ignore someone calling you these things"
"Rin- he could've broken your nose, or- or something like this could ruin your career!!"
"It's fine, it's worth it, if it's for you"
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
• very protective, would put his honor and life on the line to defend you
• is the "they ordered no pickles partner" and WILL make sure the staff knows that they didn't get your order right and won't rest until you have the meal you ordered
• when someone's bothering you they'll get his death glare and if they still don't stop he's not scared to shout insults or even get physical if he has to
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
• puts a lot of effort into the relationship because he feels like he needs to compensate you for putting up with him
• buys you expensive gifts (is almost like your sugar daddy...)
• take you out to fancy restaurants and buys you designer clothes for the occasion
• you want something? You get it
• acts of service is his primary love language so even when he's doing mundane, everyday tasks for you he's putting effort into them
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
• he's so incredibly blunt
• Rin doesn't know when it's best to just keep his mouth shut and goes after the motto, honest is best
• sometimes things should be kept to himself tho, how honest he is sometimes can really hurt the feelings of people around him
• he's a perfectionist, and if he can't achieve what he wants he'll just work harder until he gets to his goal
• this is not only bad for him because he overworks himself but also others around him that have to fit his perfectionist standards
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
• at home not as much but when he leaves the house he makes sure he looks good
• wants his paparazzi photographs to look better than Saes, so he'll never leave the house with a hair out of place or lint on his clothes
• has quite a lot of designer clothes and expensive perfume
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
• no, you remind him to take breaks, keep him from overworking yourself and always show him that he's so much more than just his brothers shadow
• without you he would feel alone
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
• Rin not only likes to train his body but also his mind, so sometimes he'll do sudoku, a crossword puzzle or challenge you to a chess match (if you dont know how to play he'll teach you)
• has a really fancy sports car and he let's you drive it (although you're very hesitant to because you don't want to break it)
• never accepts gifts from fans because he views it as disloyal towards you (even tough you told him you don't mind)
• was known as the biggest heartbreaker of your highschool and even though he had a history of rejecting every girl that confessed to him, they still did it
• hugest nerd in school and still is one as an adult, has knowledge on almost everything, is multilingual and could literally win a quiz show with ease
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
• he hates people that don't take football seriously
• being compared to his brother will make him lose his shit
• people that don't care about their health because 'your body is your temple and should be treated as such'
• lazy people that don't put effort into things
• people that are late and don't follow up on their promises
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
• a good sleep is important to Rin, so he goes to bed at 9.30pm and then falls asleep quickly
• if you want to go to bed later than that you'll have to quietly crawl into bed, careful to not wake him
• his sleep is more on the deeper side, but he will wake up when he feels you leaving the bed or you're having a nightmare
• he's a back sleeper and his favorite sleeping position is with your either resting your head on his chest, leg over his waist or having you snuggled up by his side
• no screen time 30 min before bed (but he's busy doing his night routine anyways and you don't have to follow that rule, although he would appreciate it)
• really likes to cuddle before actually sleeping
• holding you in his arms gives him a sense of security that makes it easier to fall asleep, and sleep more peacefully
• hates having to share a room with his teammates (mainly because they don't match his sleep schedule)
• would never admit it, but if you got him a plushie he would take it with him when he's away for games, making it smell like you (Would hide it from his teammates tho because its embarrassing)
• wears a sleep mask and earplugs when he's not sleeping at home
A/N: Thank you for the request!!
Ahhh the Itoshi Brothers, controversial but I actually don't know which one I prefer, I like Sae too...
Ugh but Rin...bby, I just want to tell him that he doesn't always need to work hard, that's he's more than just Saes little brother, that his worth depends on more than just his skills
@turbulentscrawl triple dog dared me so heres tht thing i wasnt gonna write bvfbfvbihv im so sorry if this ooc lol
Photographer pls why u gotta call him "little gray mouse" pls im not normal now
Rated Explicit | Warnings: none
You never asked for more than what is willingly being given, you are content– Happy with what you have for easily you can have nothing at all. Being with Aesop means not always having the ‘standard’ relationship. Often you are doing most of the work, putting all that you have into this, supportive of this. You usually feel bad thinking you are pressuring the man to stay with you, maybe he thinks he has to out of pity.
Though he will reassure you he never felt pressed to stay, he is willing, and he loves you.
Intimacy, Ada says, is a key part of keeping a relationship stable. Sex is healthy and given the situation of this place and the high stresses, she says sex often can strengthen a bond. You… You like cuddling but sex? It never crossed your mind. It took a while for Aesop to get used to your physical affection, even laying on the same bed as you was awkward at first.
Maybe Dr. Ada is right. Maybe you bring it up… How do you bring this up!? She sympathizes with you before explaining to bring it up naturally.
That is why currently you stand beside the Embalmer as he restocks his embalming supplies.
“Would you have sex with me?” So you suck at naturally bringing up things.
Aesop dropped his bottle.
“Aesop!” You quickly pick up the bottle, luckily it was only one of the makeup bottles, “Are you okay?” Not too much spilled out.
“Are you?” Trying to gather his thoughts, “Why would you ask that?” He thinks something is wrong.
“Yeah, I mean… Dr. Ada said “To strengthen a relationship, sex helps”.”
He blinks a few times, you rely on his eyes to read his expressions as he always wears a mask, “Oh.” He had faced you but he turned back to his supplies, “No.”
“Oh, okay.” You go back to watching him work.
“It is not because of you,” Wording this as best as possible, “I don't like… That.”
“That?”
Aesop is quiet for a second then tries to explain, “It is… Dirty.”
“Dirty as a sin or the process.”
“Yes, no, the process.”
You make an ‘oh’ sound before a laugh, “Okay, nothing wrong with that! I know skin-on-skin contact is hard for you. Heh, I got scared it was because— Huh!?” His gloved hands hold your face, “Aesop.” His mask touches your lips as he kisses you, and you return the kiss.
His forehead is on yours as he speaks gently, “You are beautiful.” His eyes are on your face.
You hum softly, closing your eyes, “Sorry.” Your hands on his shoulders squeezing it as he kisses you again, “May I hold you like this.” Whispering the request. You might have unintentionally had negative thoughts, Dr. Ada warned you a rejection can bring up underlying feelings.
“Of course.”
You do not know what shifted after that day.
Aesop is a sweet lover, he has needs that are different from yours, but he often puts you first. When you need intimate affection like cuddles that require the bed, he gives you that time. But lately, he is trying the skin-on-skin contact in little ways. Kissing more often as his lips rather than the mask, he uses his bare hand to touch your face (one glove on though), and he is one asking for those cuddle times.
“No,” Blocking his kiss with your fan, “Aesop, you don't have to make up for anything.” The single glove on was a sign that something was off. Masklessly kissing you on the lip does happen just not always, he has sensory issues and you respect that. Plus, kissing his mask is cute especially when your rogue marks it.
“I– I am not,” You close the fan with one hand revealing your little frown, “I wanted to touch you… Properly.”
“You can at any time you want, love. But don't force it.”
He leans back nodding as he adjusts his mask back to his face, “May kiss you again?”
You smile before jumping on him a bit to kiss him a dozen times.
Naturally, you expected things to go back to normal, the subject was not brought about sex until much later.
When Joseph became involved.
There is a word for this Joesph said while speaking with you, ‘A ménage à trois’. The word sounds so sweet and smooth like silk from his mouth. Something he says with a hint of something you now realize is seduction.
Maybe the Photographer gave Embalmer this idea for there is no way he came up with this himself. Hell, you never knew they were friends—Ish, they seem to tolerate each other more than others.
As Aesop undresses you, you feel Joseph touch the newly revealed skin as soon the only thing you have on is your underwear.
“Cold?” His voice is low as his finger traces around your shifting nipple. You nod, unable to trust your voice, Aesop's hands hold your waist as Joseph’s lips take the nipple into his mouth, the Photographer's other hand teasing the other. You are grateful to lean against your lover, his mask pressed against your cheek as you quiver. “You will warm up in a moment.” You never realize how pretty the Frenchman looks, most of the time he terrifies you but right now he looks so pretty.
The foreplay is overwhelming, two pairs of hands, one with medical gloves on and the other bare but cold, makes you dizzy.
When you finally are on the bed, writhing as you grip Joseph’s unbound hair as feasts on you between your legs, Aesop removes his mask to kiss you. With every moan stolen by him, you were surprised he wanted to taste you. He tastes like mint, and you taste like that wine Joseph offered prior to this event. Calm the nerves barely.
Something in French is said and you whine as Joseph pulls away. Not for long as slips his cock into your well-prepared heat.
“Look at me.” You fight to keep your eyes open as Aesop holds you, “You are doing so well.” Caressing your cheek.
“They are tighter than I expected.” Joseph says after cursing under his breath, “Relax.” You try but you feel so full. Aesop looks at the way you squirm, his hand moving to your body but unsure where to touch first. “Here, rub lightly.” Joseph guiding Aesop's hand between your legs.
He can't directly feel the sticky substance of your essence but he can feel the warmth, the moan you let out has his cheeks burning brighter than it already is. It is very strange, the texture thick and the substance cloudy.
“Feeling brave enough to taste it, little gray mouse?”
Aesop shakes his head and rather sticks with kissing you.
“Aseop…” You moan out, “Ah.” This is so much yet not enough all at once. “Joseph!” Confused as he grazes something inside of you that has you seeing stars, “There! Please, please!” One hand on Joseph’s arm and the other holding Aesop's hand.
All night you had Joseph inside of you, touching you. All night, Aesop is there exploring you when he feels comfortable and always kissing you. The arrangement is, well, you would not mind doing it again.
ahh would you please please consider a nsfw alphabet for aesop carl? no worries if not! i really like your work, the luchino one was so good!
Ah, thank you for the compliment. I really didn’t think anyone would like the evil reptilian one. Sorry for taking a while, nsfw alphabets seem to be a pretty popular request, and they take a while.
Aesop NSFW Alphabet
Warnings: nsfw
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
He’s pretty tired, so aftercare is usually a few words of praise and toweling you down, before snuggling with you under the covers. If you want anything, such as a snack, he’ll begrudgingly get up and get you what you want.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
If he had to choose, it would be your lips - how you wet them with your tongue, how they curve up when you smile, how soft they are. Your mouth is what he always look at when you speak, since meeting your eyes is harder. On him? Exactly the opposite of you - there aren’t that many things he likes about himself he likes, but perhaps he doesn’t mind his legs. You like to kiss them so much, so perhaps they’re not so bad.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s a pretty inexperienced guy, so you’ll have to be the one taking the reins. If you don’t want him to cum somewhere, he won’t, although, it does look good dripping down your thighs or splattered over your back.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He'd kind of want to fuck you in your sleep. Of course, the two of you have to discuss this beforehand, set boundaries, etc., but the allure of using you as a cumhole while risking you waking up is like sex with a corpse and semi-public sex without the illegalities.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
He has absolutely no experience and doesn’t know what he’s doing. He has no time and no social skills to get any bitches. Although, he does know the basic anatomy, as he couldn’t function as an embalmer elsewise.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Classic missionary. It’s intimate, and feels like he’s in control of his life, for once. Although the initial embarrassment of being a virgin makes him want to hide his face, seeing yours is worth it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Aesop is nervous, when it comes to sex, so he’s not the one to be making jokes in the moment. If you do, he might think it’s ruining the mood a bit, or be thankful that you’re trying to calm him down. Either way, he’d crack a small smile and move on.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
He didn’t think that pubic hair would matter that much to people, so he doesn’t groom it at all. And about the carpet matching the drapes - his eyebrows are grey, so it would make sense for his pubes to be too.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)
He’ll whisper sweet things into your ear and constantly praise you, if he’s not too nervous to speak. He’s not romantic per se, since there won’t be candles or anything of the sort, but his heart will be swelling with love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)
He’s done it a few times, but it’s never felt as good as your hands touching his penis. After meeting you, he’s masturbated more often, when he’s uncomfortable in asking you to do him the favour.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He’d like to be topped and praised by you, to leave him hickey only the two of you would see. Being an insecure man, he’s unsure of whether or not he’s doing a good job in the moment. On a less vanilla note, he wouldn’t mind manhandling you (or being manhandled) on some of his rougher days. To use you as nothing but a toy to please him would calm him down if he’s ever angry.
L = Location (favourite places to have sex)
The bedroom’s always a safe place to have sex, and Aesop isn’t willing to risk his already suffering social life to fuck you in public. The couch is too uncomfortable, so the two of you would be sticking to the bed.
M = Motivation (what turns them on?)
Wear revealing clothes, touch him in all the right places, the works. Sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly horny, the right angle might even get his mind racing.
N = No (what turns them off?)
He’s quite a devoted man and would do almost anything for you, and that sometimes shows itself in sex. He’s not going to voice his turn offs, in fear of you leaving him, so you’ll have to encourage the communication. He doesn’t particularly like anything unsanitary or anything that would cause pain - he doesn’t get why, in these situations, the pain would become pleasurable.
O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)
With Aesop on the receiving end of oral sex, he’d be a whimpering, shaking mess, which is quite embarrassing to him. Once he gets used to the shame he feels, he’d prefer receiving the oral. While he’s got no experience, he’s a fast learner and would remember every act that makes you feel good.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
Aesop is slow and sensual in fear of hurting you - he can’t go that fast, either, since the autism man is quite weak. Although, bottoming, he wouldn’t really mind, and would let you set the pace.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)
To be in a situation for a quickie, one would have to be somewhere where having proper sex is not viable. That would mean being in a semi-public situation or close to some sort of commitment. Taking these risks would not be something Aesop is willing to do.
R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)
As long as it’s in private and the consequences aren’t too big, he’s fine with trying things out, even if it’s something he wouldn’t normally do. He won’t suggest anything, though, and isn’t very experimental at heart.
S = Stamina (how long do they last?)
One round, two if you’re going to stretch it. He hasn’t got a lot of exercise aside from matches. All that running doesn’t improve how exhausted he’d feel after cumming, though. Perhaps overstimulate him to see how he likes it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)
He doesn’t own any toys, and most likely didn’t realise sex toys existed. He’s a busy man, and never had he thought being so intimate with another human would feel this good.
U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
Don’t tease him, or he’d think he’s being punished. He doesn’t like to tease either - why do all this when the two of you could just have sex? To him, it wasted time.
V = Volume (how loud are they?)
Audible, but not too loud. You’d hear grunts, heavy breathing, and a few moans from him, but unless you’ve done something game changing, you won’t hear him scream. That doesn’t mean your name is exempt from his tongue, though; he’d be chanting it like a prayer.
W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)
Aesop has nice thighs, for no reason at all. They’re genetically curved and lean, and can squeeze your head with more strength than expected.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
He’s a grower, with a 5.5 inch (13.9cm) dick when flaccid, becoming 5.7 (14.5cm) when erect. It’s got a vein on the side and the tip flushes beautifully when hard. It’s on the slender side, but is an overall pretty dick.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His libido is a bit lower than average, and he usually shuns the thoughts that do come. Even now, he feels a bit disrespectful in thinking those thoughts about you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep pretty quickly, faster than he’d fall asleep normally. He’d wrap his arms around you and either spoon you, bring your head to his chest, or bury his face in you. Any hesitation he might’ve shown in touching you is gone in his sleep. Finally, his features have smoothed out to something peaceful, and he can rest.
Content: Smut (obvi), gender neutral reader, sex toys, soft dom Aesop, overstimulation
This was a rushed fic.. Bun has exams TwT
“Shh shh.. it’s okay darling.. one more time”
The man, Aesop Carl, that always kept a straight and dull face was so soft with you, his eyes full of pure love and lust
He started rubbing the vibrator slowly on your sex again, loving how beautiful you look overstimulated “A-Aesop..~” his lover kept squirming and whimpering under him, yet he didn’t stop and kept listening to their noises “It’s okay darling, it’s okay.. you’re doing so well, taking everything that I’m giving you” He continued to praise them and encouraging them to let him see every part of them, to let him hear their noises, to let him see their face while they’re feeling good
“Mmm..!~ A-Aes- ah~” They were a mess at this point, barely able to finish speaking without their own moans and whimpers interrupting them “Are you close, my love?” He knew they were, he took in every detail of them during intimacy “Cum on the vibrator again for me.. cmon” he rubbed it on their most sensitive spot, relishing their sounds of pleasure as they came once more
Aesop took the vibrator away from their sex
“Now then darling..” the sound of a zipper could be heard “Let us try something else enjoyable”
In the poly post you said that ithaqua is as close as it get to a yandere may I ask why you think that ? Or any headcanons related to that if that's okay with you (sorry if the English is bad )
As luck would have it, Ithaqua is one of the few Hunters I think I have a decent grasp on rn so I was also able to crank this out quickly! (To my other request-ees: I'm working on HC requests for several other characters rn! I should have them ready to spam-post sometime this weekend <3)
So here's some general and sfw relationship hcs for Ithaqua ;)
-A first small note, his exact age is not listed, but he’s described as a “young adult,” so I imagine him to be somewhere between 18-22.
-Ithaqua is a man who has entirely rejected society. He wants nothing more to do with it, with anyone, and any instance of breaching his territory is met with wind-swift punishment.
-It all fits when you consider the major events of his life. He was abandoned in a snowstorm, left for dead, because he was thought to be a devil. He was saved and raised by a “witch,” a kind woman who stood outside of society’s norms and was feared and hated for it. Their solitary home was trespassed on in the night, defiled, and his mother was kidnapped, tortured, and broken by a man with his exact face. Every small bit of comfort he ever had was destroyed by a mirror image of himself that was raised in “civilized” society. If that doesn’t cement the idea that people from that world can’t be given a chance, I don’t know what would.
-And I think on some level he questions the reality of it all. Did he do it? Did he destroy his own life? Was his so-called brother actually a copy of himself? Was Nathaniel supposed to be the better or the worse version? Was he himself evil before…or is he evil now? None of it matters in the long run, though. His only remaining goal in life is to defend his home and his mother’s resting place from interlopers. But he does get this distant, sour expression sometimes when he contemplates these things.
-I think he’s close to an as-is yandere because, if we assume he’s still capable of bonding with someone on a genuine level, that person would be a one true exception to his otherwise all-consuming distrust and hatred for society. He could not be “led to water”, so to speak, even by a partner who exemplified everything good left in the world. He’s just not capable of making that leap anymore.
-So again, he’s territorial, and that would 1000% extend to a partner. He’s not a master and you’re not his pet, but god would he try to keep you in his clutches. Use every sweet word and convincing anecdote in his arsenal to convince you to stay in the forest. The thing that keeps him from being all-out controlling is that his mother let him make his decisions for himself. She taught him how to survive in the wilderness, and she taught him about the rest of society, and she let him decide for himself if he ever wanted to get involved in it. He didn’t of course, because how could a place that shunned his mother be good for him? You deserve to make those choices too, even if he disagrees with what you pick.
-He will, however, watch you like a hawk. To not sugarcoat it, he’ll stalk you. Ithaqua wants to be prepared for the moment everything goes wrong. The moment he knows for certain will come, when you see he’s right about other people. When that happens, he’ll swoop in to save you. He refuses to be late again, like he was for his mother.
-He doesn’t leave the forest unattended often, but when you spend longer stints at your home in a village, you’ll notice the weather gradually becoming worse and worse. It seems to snow every day, and the wind is so harsh that walking outside is deafening and blinding. When you return to visit Ithaqua, the village mysteriously returns to its normal weather patterns.
-Ithaqua hates when other people interact with you. No one is no one is safe enough, trustworthy enough for him to not worry for your safety. They don’t deserve to even stand near you. But he won’t do anything until they do…or you say he can.
-Anyone he takes as a partner would have to remind him of his mother, at least a little. She’s the only example he has of a “good person” so he’s not likely to give people with divergent personality types much of a chance. He’s also more likely to trust a woman over a man, by a small margin.
-He won’t stand for being doted on or babied by anyone other than his mother or partner. he won't fall for other people's faux-gentleness! Don’t you know who he is? What he is? Call him cute or pitiful again and your blood will stain the snow red.
-His lips are always chapped to hell and back, sorry. Sharp kisses only for you.
Content warnings: Constant gaslighting, social manipulation, death/it’s all your fault thoughts abt reader, Norton fractures ur bones sometimes, and forced hair alteration
Important note: This is a two part commission that my client would like public! Y/n format, but they are upbeat and happy with friends and all. 5.5k words.
Yandere Joseph pt.2 (coming soon)
Norton
Didn’t trust you at first
He’s wary of everyone, but even after you had learned the horrifying truth of the manor, you had high spirits for everyone including yourself
Of course you were scared shitless just like every other newbie, but unlike him, you didn’t shield yourself away from people
How envious he was of that natural click of yours
Introverted or not, you were still friendly and approachable when the atmosphere was right
His stoic stare and large build intimidated people. Great attributes for scaring off unwanted trouble back in his part of town, not so great for making potential friends in a never ending death game.
Even the nicest ones hesitated to talk to him from time to time
It’s not like he wants everybody to be buddy buddy with him all the time. All Norton wants is something to ease his loneliness.
The only time where you could’ve interacted with him as a rookie was in matches
Sitting next to him, slightly panicking and asking him for tips, staying near him in the beginning of the game, etc.
“Don’t wait at every pallet, but don’t be scared to put one down if you need to. With some hunters, it’s better to keep a decent distance.”
𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 : reader finds herself wandering the woods alone and falls upon a wounded stag stuck in a bear trap.
𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨 : deer Alastor, human reader, marked, soulmate trope in a way
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.3k
It was a cool night in spring. Nice enough to take a walk outside. You had decided to chose a descent into the woods behind your house. It wasn't dangerous or anything, had a nice gravel path. A few miles into it became an attraction to some tourists. Those who were into the whole haunting thing.
The most you heard were some silly ghost stories. What nonsense, you thought. Some believed there was a portal straight to Hell sitting in the thicket somewhere. Some believed there have victims from past murders buried in there. You weren't exactly into paranormal shit, you've lived and roamed these woods for years now.
No, the closest you have seen were the crazy amounts of dead deer lying on the floor. Hunters perhaps? Maybe mountain lions? Nah. The state of the deer made you feel bad, queezy more like. The poaching of the animals was upsetting to say the least. Whenever you went on these walks, you made sure to break whatever traps you could find. More often than not, all being bear traps. It was illegal in this area after all. Nobody really enforces the law around here considering how scared everyone was with this place.
You had been walking for what felt like a few hours. Your cue being the red and pink sky to head home. Oh but it just feels so right to be there. It wasn't until you heard a loud animal like cry that you stopped in your tracks. You bet it was a deer caught in a trap. What were you thinking following a scary sound like this. This kinda thing should only happen in scary movies.
After a few minutes of wandering around for the source of the sound, the creature in question comes in to view. It was a stag. What a divine animal this was. It was a lot larger than most deer, the biggest set of antlers you had seen. And it's color was dazzling. It was as if it reflected the crimson sky above it. There was no way that it was it's natural color.
Inching closer to it, the reason of it's cry came to your attention. A hoof was caught in a bear trap like you originally thought. Blood dripped from it's ankle, in attempt to soothe it, he licked it. Blood staining around it's mouth. Looks like he'd been there for quite some time.
Bending down to the ground, you hold up your hands hoping the creature would realize you were going to try and release it. All he did was bellow in hopes to scare you away. But you just stared in amazement. Your hand just inches away from the trap, the stag notices and understands your actions. Staying still for a few seconds.
His hoof finally free, you put the bloodied old bear trap in your bag. The beautiful creature bows his head slightly, one of his front hooves folding beneath him, obviously showing a little gratitude. You bent down to meet his gaze, returning the unusual human-like gesture. You didn't really think about it too hard.
Your hand reached out to him, in hopes he'll accept your advances. The stags ears laid back against his head as he pressed his forehead into yours. He backed away slightly, giving the entirety of your forearm a well deserved lick before bounding back into the thicket of the woods.
What a strange interaction. Something you surely won't ever forget whether you liked it or not. Upon looking down, you notice a green glow surrounding the area the creature marked. Looked like it was making out a subtle A-like symbol. Well time to proceed home and wash off.
A few years had gone by and the mark still remained on your arm. After many specialist appointments and surgeries, the doctors were just as stumped as you were. It wasn't a tattoo of any kind, no ink was found in the skin. It wasn't skin cancer. And crazy as it is, after several biopsies the mark simply grew over the scar tissue. It was a complete mystery as to what that mark was. And if you told everyone where you truly got it, they would all think you were nuts.
If that wasn't enough, you often felt prying eyes around your secluded house. The paranormal stories were beginning to sound sane after all the experiences you had. There have been many nights where the stereo would turn on by itself or static would just be heard. Or nights when a dark yet comforting shadow would loom over you as you slept. You eventually became accustomed to these intrusions. Most would have moved out by now.
Whatever was here was like a dark guardian angel. You weren't thinking about the holy ones whom would just, look after you, wish you the best of luck and bring you to heaven when you died. No. This one was different. The type to personally interfere with human affairs to keep you safe. The idea wasn't too off-putting considering you had done been in two severe car accidents and a tornado; somehow leaving all situations unscathed.
More often than not, you would have dreams about the stag you had found in the woods all those years ago. Talking about how you belonged to him. How you live under his protection. He had a name too but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. His voice was really unique and drew you in like a magnet. The dreams you've received were so surreal. Like you've known him all your life.
If this was paranormal, you were going to do some digging. The term typically refers to the dead, right? The town library should have records of your property and the folks who lived there before you.
It thankfully didn't take much to get the information you were looking for. There were several newspaper articles from the 1930's that included details of a man named Alastor. Alastor.. that was the name you heard in your dream. It explained the mark on your arm.
He was a local serial killer who targeted those who were for the most part ill intentioned. Especially toward women. He was found dead in the woods behind your house, burying one of his victims. Mistakened for an animal. Which is why to this day hunting is illegal in those set of woods.
More newspaper articles opened up about his profession. Despite the mans.. er.. hobbies, he was quite the talent as a radio host back in the 20's. Youtube even had some of the old audio recordings. Your heart soared upon hearing his voice. This was him. The stag you saved, the shadows watching over you, and the voice that whispered to you in your dreams.
What didn't make sense was.. why was he a stag of all things? Why did it feel real? Well, as it turns out, the power of the human soul varies in the afterlife. Some could just interact with inanimate objects while others can only muster a sound whether it be naturally or through something called a spirit box. Then, what was Alastor?
Ultimately, you had fallen in love with Alastor. Over the course of your life, you had gotten to know him from your sweet dreams. He often thanked you for your kindness. Never had he met someone that put his faith back into humanity. Who would show such a lowly animal mercy and generosity? And the day that you arrive in Hell, he'll be there to catch you and say.
"The name is Alastor, the radio demon. A pleasure to be finally meeting you properly. Welcome home, ma chère."
a/n: i would just like to say that none of the pictures are mine, creds to the amazing artists 🎨
#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader.
#cw : 18+ content, mdni. no mention of specific anatomy. public/semi-public sex. unprotected sex. overstimulation. praise kink. toys usage. humiliation kink. no usage of y/n. val using his smoke? sub reader. clothed alastor because i feel like he prefers to keep clothes on himself early into the sessions.
#summary : their favorite places to ram into you mindlessly without a single care about the world.
#note : might take into consideration writing the same prompt for other shows, suggestions/requests are welcomed. oh, i got lazy on val's part too mb
ʚ LUCIFER .
lucifer loves to visit you often in your room, one that charlie has given you to stay at the hotel ever since you arrived. naturally, he loves to fuck you in that very same room with the risk of someone hearing the both of you while passing by. it's a thrilling game to play, but how could he resist when he gets to see you struggle to keep your pretty noises in while his cock fills you to the brim?
"not so loud, sweetheart." lucifer earns a muffled moan from you in return, a hand of his holding your head down into the sheets firmly. he's showing absolutely no mercy despite wanting you to keep your voice down, thrusting hard into you as the tip kisses that spot in you every time your skin comes in contact with his. he watches from above with a grin adorning his face, hair sticking to his flushed skin.
your room is dark as usual, considering how nobody really prefers to fuck in a bright, eye-stinging room. the only light source that makes it possible for you to see is the moonlight shining in through your windows and balcony door. your hands fist the bed sheet tightly, head cloudy from rounds after rounds of orgasm. lucifer leans down, his lips coming in contact with the skin of your shoulder, the contact as gentle as a feather's graze before harshly sinking his teeth into your skin.
you whine, body jolting from the sudden pain coursing through your body while the heat goes straight to the coil in your stomach that's threatening to break once more. he sucks on your flesh until dark red mark blooms on your skin, his forked tongue working its way to soothe that area. he pulls away, admiring the work he created all over your body. "you're a really pretty one, aren't ya?" he coos, his hips quickening its pace as all you can do is moan with drool dampening the sheet where your mouth is pressed against.
"s' too much, luci.." you cry weakly, the clenching of your walls around lucifer's length from the burning sensation in your stomach only made him hiss, cock throbbing inside of you. it's obvious he's close, too. the sight of his previous shots of release oozing and spilling out from your hole every time he thrusts into you isn't helping with holding his orgasm in as well.
he pulls your body up from the bed, arching your back to lean against his chest as this position allows his cock to bury deeper inside of you. you throw your head back in pleasure, your moans now clearer with nothing to muffle your voice. he mumbles sweet praisings into your ear while brutally ramming into you, his eyes screwed shut from how close he already is.
"cum f' me, y-yeah? last one then we're, fuck, then we're done." you nod, whimpers growing louder as you're too clouded by pleasure to remember that you have to keep your voice down. lucifer doesn't quiet you down; he doesn't give a fuck anymore, only prioritizing the release that both of you are chasing at the very moment.
ʚ ALASTOR .
the comfort of his very own radio station, where else would he be more than happy to fuck you? he has everything he needs there, especially the power to tell you how he'll broadcast everything to the radio if you don't do as he says. of course he wouldn't do it, but watching you submit to him so easily paints a sense of satisfaction in him.
"ah ah, keep it in your mouth, my dear." alastor hums, not allowing you to remove your mouth from his length with his hand. he stares down at you half-lidded, gaze lingering at your lips that are swollen after a good amount of time you've spent sucking him out. you're eager to get up and straddle yourself on his lap, to sink yourself down onto his cock inch by delicious inch. but of course, he just has to be a bitch and make you wait for it, as always.
having your mouth filled full makes it irritatingly hard to protest, which is exactly why alastor keeps you there despite noticing the creases on your forehead. he flashes you the most innocent smile possible, fingers scratching at your scalp as he speaks. "perhaps I shall present you with an award after this."
those words are more than enough for you to hollow your cheeks, allowing your tongue to drag across the base of his cock while bobbing your head. you do your best to take him as deep as possible, feeling the tip brush against the back of your throat. your fingers claw into his clothed thighs, pushing back the rising gag reflex to prevent any unwanted outcomes. alastor tilts his head back, groaning as his eyes twitch ever so slightly. it's hard to keep his composure with you working your mouth so well on his cock.
with teary eyes, you gaze up at him to take in every reaction he has to offer. getting genuine reactions from this cocky man is an absolute win, and you're here to earn each and every one of them. he returns your gaze, smirking as his hips involuntarily buckle up occasionally. "pretty eager for that reward I offered, a-aren't you?" he clicks his tongue at the stutter he was unable to hold back, another grunt spilling from his lips. "gonna cum," he adds, voice almost a whisper but loud enough for you to catch the words.
you hum, the vibration of your voice courses pleasure through his veins, making him shiver from it. with a rough thrust into your throat, alastor holds your head in place as he watches you take in every last drop of his release, his body slightly trembling from the absolute delight it receives. he allows himself some moments to calm down, chest heaving heavily as he pulls you away from his cock.
alastor chuckles, his fingers holding your chin up and lazily using his thumb to gather the white liquid rolling down your lips. he smiles, pushing it back into your mouth and allowing the warmth to engulf his finger.
"swallow, my dear, then you may help yourself onto my lap."
ʚ VOX .
he has a thing for.. fucking you in the office right before a meeting with the others. he likes the urgency and the risk of someone entering the office, and catching you two in the act. but even if that happens, having you bent over the office table crying his name makes it worth it, especially when he'll always be reminded of how breathtaking you looked every time he passes by the same office.
maybe it's just you hearing the pounding of your heart in your ears while being fucked in the familiar empty office, but you can't help and tighten your grip on vox's arm from time to time, telling him that maybe you both should just go somewhere more private to finish because you might've heard some footsteps. vox only chuckles in response, giving you a harsh thrust to silence you with a yelp.
"don't be silly, i didn't hear any footsteps." vox scoffs, keeping your hands pressed on your back, leaving you no choice but to only lean your body on the table. you open your mouth, attempting to protest again but only got cut off by two digits shoved into your mouth. "suck, then maybe you won't be loud enough for people to hear, yeah?" giving in, you lap your tongue around his fingers, teasingly allowing your teeth to graze against the pad of his fingers.
with his fingers plunged deep into your mouth, your moans and whimpers are slightly muffled as he continues thrusting into you. being the vocal man he is, several groans and soft whimpers would roll off his tongue, feeling your warm walls milking him oh so nicely. it wasn't until light chattering and footsteps could be heard approaching the office that the both of you immediately froze.
in the moment of panic, vox quickly smoothed out the creases on his shirt, pulling his pants back on and plopping down on his chair. "under the table love, quick," the urgency in his voice made you quick to react, climbing under the table as you sit in between vox's legs. he grunts in annoyance, the bump in his pants still obvious under the table. vox grabs a stack of documents sprawled in front of him and pretends to go through them.
a couple of his workers walk in, greeting their boss politely, and quickly slide into their seats. they knew better than to let any chance of angering vox slip during the meeting. you sat there calming yourself down before an idea popped into your head. with a grin growing on your lips, you pull him by the chair until he's close enough for you to have your face nestled between his thighs. his eyes widen, his gaze aggressively telling you to drop whatever plan you have in mind.
you only flashed him a quick, sweet smile before unzipping his pants once more, watching his erect spring free from its confinements. seems like he's thrilled about this too, judging from the amount of precum leaking from the tip of his cock. he slides a hand under the table to harshly snag on your chin, the slight flush on his face as he mouths the words.
"m' going to fuck some senses into you the moment this is over."
ʚ VALENTINO .
streets, i am not repeating myself. he seems to be one who loves to fuck in public places with no shame at all. it could be in a secluded corner when things got heated between the both of you on a short walk, or even toys as you both shop together. he loves seeing you squirm, and the idea of people knowing exactly what the both of you are doing makes him pleased with it.
the street is bustling with people as you walk side by side with valentino. you cling for dear life onto one of his many arms, having another wrapped around your waist for support as well. he occasionally glances down at your trembling figure, his thumb toying with the controller for the vibrators attached to you in his pocket. you have several toys on you currently; one vibrator on your crotch, two wrapped around your inner thighs, and two nipple clamps.
you hold on to both your coat and his arm tightly, face flushed red as your legs threaten to give out any minute. valentino gazes down once more, a chuckle leaving his lips this time. "you're making it obvious, cariño, don't want anyone finding out how dirty of a slut you are now do you?" he takes a puff from his cig, the smoke he blows out turns pink; he leans down slightly to blow onto your face. your head spins from it, in which you only manage to shake your head in response to his question.
"val, i'm- hnn, close.." you stop abruptly in your tracks, body now fully leaning against his with a soft whimper. you bite down hard on your bottom lip, suppressing the loud moans as you feel your body burn up. "s' close.." your surroundings start to blur out, and the sole focus your body projects on is the high that's approaching you dangerously. valentino holds you close to him, allowing your face to bury into his coat.
"won't you be obedient and cum for me right now, mm?" his voice smooth and worked like a command, the burning coil breaking almost immediately at his words as your knees buckle. your eyes roll to the back of your head, hands hard enough to almost tear off the fabric from his coat while moaning his name through gritted teeth. he lets you ride out of your orgasm; instead of turning the vibrators off, he continues to let it run on a high setting. you squirm, your clouded head making it harder to form a proper sentence.
of course he isn't done with you. all you can register in your head is him telling you something about getting the new cologne, and that he'll only be done after he has you limping from his cock abusing your pretty hole.
Disclaimer: this is my first time doing an NSFW alphabet but I thought it would be fun to do in between my other drafts. Feel like doing more of these so feel free to send in requests for other Hazbin characters!
Warnings : fem reader, mentioned somnophilia + breeding
A — Aftercare
(What they’re like after sex)
Insanely gentle. You swear half the time this isn’t even the same man, and he must be an imposter. The moment you’ve wrapped up your session, he’s delicately dressing you in your nightgown (red, of course), tucking you into bed and locking his arms around you, cradling you close to him and humming until you fall asleep, all while running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead, cheeks and lips.
B — Body Part
(Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)
His fingers, and your thighs. Nothing satisfies him more than seeing you a shaking, whimpering mess while he fingerfucks you into your bed, or seeing the bruises from his hands tightly gripping your thighs the next morning. A little reminder that you belong to him.
C — Cum
(Anything to do with cum, basically)
Nothing makes the crackle of static or his antlers grow as much as the thought of, let alone actually getting to, fucking you so full of cum that you have no choice but to clean the sheets the next morning. He won’t finish anywhere but inside your cunt, not even in your mouth.
D — Dirty Secret
(A dirty secret of theirs)
He’s stolen your panties before - and he is convinced that you have no idea, but you know. Will you tell him? Absolutely not.
E — Experience
(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He claims to have been a virgin until you, that he’s never touched another person intimately before, but the way he pounds you into the surface you’re against, making sure he hits every weak point with each thrust, how eagerly he eats you out while teasing you with his fingers, there’s no way it’s true. And if it is, he must have watched some insane videos.
F — Favorite Position
(This goes without saying)
He loves having you on your side, one leg draped over his shoulder, with his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. The height difference only makes it sweeter, the position giving him the ability to hit as deep inside of you as he can, and feel your legs tremble against him as he ruins you, loving the sight of tears and your makeup running down your face.
G — Goofy
(Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)
There isn’t much time for him to joke around in between his growling, and the praise he whispers to you. Occasionally, he’ll slow down and crack a joke, watching you giggle before resuming his standard pace, enjoying the startled noises that leave you every time.
H — Hair
(How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)
He shaves as often as he has to, which is fairly often, and opts to just shave his whole body, save for a patch of red and black fur along his collar and chest, and little tufts of fur on his elbows, wrists and ankles. He knows how much you enjoy running your fingers through his fur, so he tries to leave some areas just fluffy enough for you, and you alone.
I — Intimacy
(How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
It doesn’t matter if you’re having a gentle, passionate session or if he’s pounding into you with reckless abandon, he’ll always lean down just enough to kiss you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect and gorgeous you are, how he couldn’t dream of being with anyone other than you, how you’re his everything.
J — Jack Off
(Masturbation headcanon)
The only times he’ll ever get himself off are if he’s in his rut season, and you are nowhere to be found. That being said, if he sees you, and you aren’t in the middle of something important, you’re being whisked away to the bedroom and not being seen for a few hours at least.
K — Kink
(One or more of their kinks)
Breeding - he adores watching how overstimulated and loud you become as he fucks another load into your tight cunt, cupping your cheek and whispering in your ear about how good of a mother you’re going to be.
Somnophilia - initially, it was experimental - you’d given him permission to fuck you while you slept one night, just to see how it was, and now one of his favourite activities is watching your eyes widen and your cheeks go dark red when you wake up to his cock buried inside you. You’ve come up with a system — if he finds you asleep without panties, it’s fair game for him to do whatever he wants with you.
Biting - oh, how he loves biting you, leaving dark bruises all along your neck, chest and thighs from his sharp fangs, and seeing the aftermath the next day, dark bruises peeking up from the collar of your shirt.
L — Location
(Favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom, as basic as that is. He adores being able to fuck you silly, and then spoon with you until you both fall asleep.
M — Motivation
(What turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you bite your lip, especially when it’s directed to him. It’s become your subtle way of informing him just how needy you are when in a crowd full of people.
N — No
(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Threesomes / group sex. He doesn’t want to share you - you’re all his, no one else will get a chance to lay their hands on you the way he has. And anyone who does will be sorry.
O — Oral
(Preferences in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He isn’t on the receiving end often. He finds it far too difficult to pull his cock from your mouth before he cums, and he won’t let himself finish anywhere but inside of you.
When it’s the other way around, you have to physically force his head back from you before you pass out from overstimulation. He could eat you out with that long tongue of his for hours if you would let him (and you have! Once, but never again. You passed out towards the end and slept for the whole day afterwards.)
P — Pace
(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
It depends entirely on his mood - which most of the time, means you’re getting violently pounded into the bed - it’s a wonder you’re even able to walk afterwards.
Q — Quickie
(Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)
He pretends he isn’t a fan of quickies - but how quickly he fucks up into you before he begins a broadcast and how often, says otherwise.
R — Risk
(Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)
He’s probably the riskiest man you’ve met. He’ll have you firmly sat in his lap, buried inside you, occasionally rocking his hips to see you try and stifle a moan to not alert anybody - whether it be in the hotel parlor during an activity, or while he’s on air.
S — Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Technically, he could go for as long as he wanted, he enjoys seeing your tears of overstimulation and hearing your desperate moans far more than he should, but usually taps out after round three or four, maybe five if he really wants to see you a mess.
T — Toys
(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t bother with toys. Why would he, when you’re right there?
U — Unfair
(How much they like to tease)
He’ll tease you for hours if he feels like it, ghosting his fingers over your body, toying with your clit until you’re just about to cum, before pulling his hands away and going back to tracing little patterns against your skin.
V — Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s not exactly loud, but not exactly quiet either. He’ll lean down just to growl in your ear. Often times he’ll trap you in a kiss in order to quiet you down.
W — Wild Card
(A random headcanon for the character)
Scratching the base of his ears or tail is enough stimulation to have him whimpering and desperately grinding against you. Having the base of his knot teased while he’s inside you is an easy way to have his pace suddenly grow more aggressive, making you see stars.
X — X-Ray
(Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
His body is slightly fuzzy - he can’t get all the fur when he shaves, so there’s a slight fuzzy texture to his skin that you don’t mind at all. Various scars, across his chest, legs and arms, and a particularly nasty one over his chest from the fight with Adam. He enjoys you running your fingers along the edges of each scar.
Y — Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?)
The only time his sex drive would be considered high is during his mating season, which you are more than happy to help with. Otherwise, he’s got a relatively standard sex drive.
Z — Zzz
(How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He can fall asleep in minutes with you cuddled up against his chest, especially if you’re playing with his hair. Your presence and touch soothes him enough to sleep.
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brother i still have no idea how tumblr works and this is my first request and it might not even be in the right place but—
why does NO ONE talk about the fact that “Allie” would be such a silly nickname for Alastor? i would love to see some headcanons/a lil story about how he would react to the reader calling him that. maybe completely detests it at first but secretly likes it?
a/n: hello lovely, you've come to the right place 🫶 yes yes yes!!! i'm obsessed with this idea <3 i'm adding to this: he would think you're mad at him when you finally call him normally again ^ ^
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"What did you say?"
"Huh?" You hum, attention devoted to fixing Alastor's bowtie.
"That thing you just said. Repeat it."
You finally blink at him, using your palms to smooth out the front of his jacket before stepping out of his bubble. "I said your tie was undone."
"No, dear, before that."
The Radio Demon can feel his eye twitching in irritation. You look at him again dumbly, trying to retrace your steps.
"Oh!" You flash him a little smile and he thinks his brain is going to explode. "Allie?"
He just gawks at you, surprised by the sheer audacity you have. And it doesn't help that he's so fond of you that he doesn't even want to strike you down.
Had it been someone else calling him so endearingly, he might have done something violent. But how could he do that to you, his darling companion, when you look so sweet calling him such a ridiculous name?
"My apologies but... where did that come from?"
"Isn't it cute?" You grin, completely dodging his question.
No, he wants to say. Absolutely not. However, your smile is ever-growing and he can't very well deny you this pleasure. So he sucks it up, draws in a deep inhale to compose himself, and nods.
"Of course, cher."
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Weeks pass and the rest of your friends in the hotel begin to raise a brow at how casually you address such a powerful Overlord. And more than that, he doesn't seem to want to correct you.
It becomes his name reserved exclusively for you. Angel had tried, once, to purr out Allie in a seductive way that made Alastor's skin crawl. Never again.
He gets used to it. Even likes the idea that there is something shared between you that no one else can have. That is, until you're pushing around your breakfast on a plate one morning.
"Can you pass the salt, Alastor?"
He looks up from his mug of coffee in confusion, brain taking a moment to buffer before it catches up with his already moving mouth.
"Alastor?" He repeats his own name, staring at you intensely and most definitely not passing the salt over the table.
You look back up at him blankly. "That's your name, don't wear it out."
He scoffs at your lame joke before sliding the salt shaker over the table. There's something unsettling him and he can't quite place it.
Setting down his newspaper, he watches you as you eat. His gaze is so fiery that you look up from your food almost instantly.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you alright? Have I done something to upset you?"
Your brows scrunch. "No, why?"
"Why did you not call me Allie?"
Complete and utter silence settles over the dining table until he feels like he can't breathe. Your spoonful of food hovers just in front of your open mouth as you stare.
Then, laughter. Laughter fills the room and his ears so heartily that he feels it in his own chest. You double over the table in your fit, spoon clinking onto the plate as you drop it.
"What?" He grumbles.
"Of course I'm not mad at you!" You howl, using a finger to wipe up the tears gathering in your eyes. "'Sides, I thought you hated that name?"
His jaw grows taut. "Hate is a powerful word."
"So you like it?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Liar, you do!"
Alastor is never one to get flustered, but here he is for the first time in his afterlife, teetering on the edge of bursting out in flames. "You are terrible, you know that?"
You snicker, leg getting trapped between his under the table. "Yeah, Allie, I know."
Yet the way his smile softens says it all.
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I somehow always manage to write more than originally planned, so this is big. Also, this is my first time writing a gender neutral reader I'm still learning.
my original idea ~following part coming soon~
Alastor is the radio demon. You have no clue how he manages to behave like he's the epitome of etiquette and a true gentleman, while also having the reputation of one of the most dangerous citizens of Hell, an overlord, a sinister killer and a cannibal.
Alastor is your friend. You fell in Hell three decades after him, but the fact that you're also a deer demon seemed to get him interested in you. His smile is less a sign of dominance and more one of sympathy around you. What's more, the radio demon is a tad bit protective when it comes to you. You'll never know it, but Alastor has his way of keeping you safe, discreetly pulling the strings, luckily for your sake.
He had been missing for years and when he had come to your door, big grin, shiny hooves and polished cane and had told you about the "Hazbin Hotel" you hadn't questioned much. It was weird that someone like him would back up Lucifer's daughter on such an idealistic plan, but with the extermination being a constant bane in your life, you had agreed heartily. You had wrapped your arms around Alastor's lean frame in a never recorpirated hug and you'd been off to your new place of residence.
You like the hotel. You and Niffty are old friends, the barman is a familiar face and Charlie is thrilled to have you here. The other residents have been no trouble to you, so you've managed to adjust to your new lifestyle no problem.
Let's not forget one thing though, you're all sinners and Alastor is ten times the amount you are. This comes with consequences for him. Alastor is bound to face an eternal struggle against his animal side, a struggle that he's been destined to lose. According to Angel, the radio demon you call your friend would identify as asexual had he been born later on Earth. But even with that, the urges he has to experience during the rutting season can't be prevented. You're still unaware your friend has to go through this.
But that's Alastor's price for misbehaving.
It's another evening at the hotel.
Charlie and Vaggie are on a date and that means no planned activities for the rest of you. You like the peace and quiet. Your deer ears are lowered in concentration as you're sitting on the couch of the lounge area, reading a book which has turned out to be a sick and twisted edition of Pride & Prejudice.
Alastor's been very distant since the beginning of autumn. More than usual. It's almost October now... and it has peaked your interest why he has been spending whole days locked up in his quarters. Sometime during September, you two had been chatting merrily about jazz, when all of a sudden his pupils had shrank and he had let out an uncharacteristically shaky sigh. You remember how his breathing had sped up and he had smiled politely before vanishing into thin air.
You're about to stand up and go to your room, when your ears practically perk up at the sound of static. You know this sound... and even though it usually means bad news, you look up and give the source of it a little smile. "Oh, hi Al..."
Alastor's antlers begin to grow, but he can control himself for now. The rutting starts hitting him with a new wave of frustration and it's getting worse now that he's in your presence.
"My favorite y/n! What are you reading my dear?", his grin and confidence hide how vulnerable he feels in this state.
"Charlie gifted me some of her old books and-"
"Oh Charlie! She is a gem, isn't she?" Alastor suddenly leans to the side, as if trying to scratch something out of his hair. His face quickly returns back to its normal grin... but he also begins to scratch his arm.
You chuckle awkwardly. Why is he looking so irritable?
"Well, she's so nice, I can't disagree with you there... and I'm glad she finally decided to take some time off to spend with her girlfriend." He laughs, showing off his sharp teeth as you initiate in the small talk.
Alastor can feel a voice deep within calling him to give in and claim you, breed you 'till his hunger is satisfied. The radio demon's expression fades to an empty, dull stare, as his instincts fight against him. Now you're feeling uneasy and you shift in your seat.
"Ah- sorry dear. Got caught up there, I forgot myself." Alastor takes a quick breath, his eyes narrow as he struggles to stay in control. "Don't you worry y/n! I'm certainly quite harmless."
He's in full rutting mode, his voice starts becoming breathy, the animalistic urges taking over. It's only getting worse as he stands close to you, the hormones increasing his urge to be near you, to make you his and his alone-
His voice is hoarse now and his breathing is heavier. "Have you seen Niffty by chance?" His ears move as if they're itching him.
You clear your throat and try to keep your curiosity regarding his behavior at bay. "I'm afraid I haven't, she's probably killing bugs somewhere..."
Alastor's expression shifts to one of pure annoyance. To your oblivious so far mind, Al is probably just pissed off at something. "Well then, if you happen to see her, do tell her she better not disturb me at my room... and don't you dare forget it my dear!"
"I- I won't."
His pupils almost completely disappear as he stares at you and his mouth curls into a snarl with his yellowish teeth out. He has a hypnotic effect on you, you're beginning to feel lightheaded being near him. He takes a step back, moving a safe distance away from you, because he feels like he's gonna launch on you at any given moment. Alastor is getting tired of trying to maintain his composure around you.
He hates how shallow his breathing has become, how the urge to take you has become too much for him to bear. A low growling noise escapes him. Alastor watches you as you resume your previous activity of reading. Humiliated from his lack of control and frustrated from the stinging sensation in his loins he slips away from the lounge.
Alastor is alone now, his eyes wild with lust and desperation as he looks around his room in a frenzy. He grabs a pillow and starts rubbing his groin against it. He feels like his body is melting from all the heat... he can't help but imagine the pillow is your backside.
"Oh~", he breathes out raggedly, his inhales shallower and shallower as his imagination toys with him. You'd look so delicious in the place of the lifeless pillow... Alastor's heart is racing and his antlers have grown sharp and tall on his head. He is overwhelmed, being rather sexually unbothered the rest of the year has made his shaft extra sensitive .
...why him? Why does he have to go through this rutting thing? It makes him feel powerless and he hates it...
Alastor groans in desperation. He squeezes his eyes shut, imagining your soft skin sliding against his body... He thinks of your cute fluffy tail. You get all your clothes tailored so that there's space for it to protrude... he always tucks his in his suit pants...
In a fury, he takes off his coat and crawls on the bed, placing the pillow between his legs. He's in all fours as he humps it like a real deer.
He keeps growling, the sound mixing with static. He can't stop thinking of you- the perfect mate... another deer. Alastor's mind is playing out all these amazing things, your smile and your voice, your butt, your ears that match his own... and your neck that he'd definitely mark with his teeth if he was ever given the chance.
Alastor is in a trance. With shaky hands he curses himself for, he reaches down to his crotch and takes out his cock. His tip is flushed and swollen and he hisses as he continues to push his hips against the pillow. The deer demon grunts softly, his hips moving involuntarily with restless abandon as he pretends to be mating with a partner.
"Take that... oh~" Alastor's cock throbs painfully, desperate for release. The pillow has been providing him with some much needed friction the last few weeks, but he knows it soon won't be enough to satisfy him. His red hair is sticking to his forehead and he's panting so much, chasing his release with a desperation he'd consider pathetic, if he could focus on anything else than his tightening balls.
Alastor continues to rub against the pillow and the motion makes his deer tail slip out of his suit pants. He can feel his body heat up even more, sweat beading on his forehead as he approaches his climax.
Your curiosity has gotten the best of you. You can't concentrate on your book and all you can think of is Alastor. In any case, the other residents of the hotel are busy doing their own thing, so there's no one stopping you from walking all the way to Alastor's rooms. There's static coming from his bedroom, but what really intrigues you are the groans... they're rather guttural... You assume maybe he hunted down an animal and he's devouring it? This has to be it...
On the other side of the door, Alastor is shaking with desire and his heart is pounding. The smell of you that he assumes is part of his fantasy is driving him insane, as he is almost ready to release a torrent of hot cum on his pillow.
"Alastor?", you knock on the door.
This sudden surprise almost causes Alastor to fall over. He quickly covers his twitching member and throws the pillow away from him. One would expect him to feel embarrassed, but his first thought at being caught red handed is to kill you. Luckily for you, it's just a thought.
"Al? It's y/n. Can I come in?"
The radio demon's face contorts in desperation as he realizes how unsatisfied he feels. His hips are still rocking back and forth slightly, despite his attempts to control his body.
Why did you have to pay him a visit NOW? He was so close to finding relief...
Alastor has become desperate and not to mention agitated. What if you smell his arousal in the air? What if you look down and see the outline of his dick in his pants?!
He groans and shifts uncomfortably. The demon closes his eyes for a moment as he tries to even out his breathing.
Eventually, he shakes his head and walks to the door. He has fought against mighty overlords, he shouldn't hesitate to face his harmless friend just because he is in the rut.
Alastor doesn't want to admit it, but he most definitely is in breeding mode. Proof of that... the moment he opens the door for you, your smell becomes so strong to his heightened senses that he almost cums in his pants from it. Your friend swallows a groan.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit my dear?"
Taking in his appearance, something is definitely off to your inquisitive eyes. You notice how he's only in his shirt and vest, something truly rare for the Alastor you've come to know. His bow tie is crooked and the cherry on top... you can see his tail! It's red like his ears and... moving? You wonder why. Is he in musth or something? you joke in your head.
"I was just bored in all honesty... Everyone is occupied with something. Um... you look... sick?"
"Ha!Ha! Don't be absurd y/n! You can't get any sicker than you already are in Hell!" he can't hide the slight edge from his voice. He claims he is fine, but the look on his face screams otherwise.
Alastor's temperature keeps rising, his body is so sensitive and without realizing it, he neglects to filter his voice.
"Would you like to come in?"
Your eyes widen and you look at him with genuine surprise clear on your features. He quickly catches up that he screwed, but lets it go, the shivers he's starting to experience as his unattended cock is asking for some action having gained all his focus.
The air in the room is thick and you begin to have second thoughts about your decision to come here, but it's too late for that, so you just walk in Alastor's bedroom. His quarters are always clean and intimidating like their occupant. Still, you like coming here, he's never been hostile towards you and if anything, dancing with Alastor or spilling some tea with him has always been part of your routine here at the hotel.
"Wanna dance?"
"You know I always do." Alastor manages to keep his smile and composure despite the sweat running down his back.
The jookbox starts playing on its own and you casually walk closer to your years long friend. Since he's always been much taller, you place your hands on his chest, while he wraps his own around your waist.
Alastor's lips start tingling as he looks down at your exposed neck. He bites the insides of his mouth until he tastes blood, he can't allow himself to think about you like that.
You sway back and forth in the rhythm of the old timey tunes, inevitably rubbing against him. The new found friction has him biting down on his tongue and clenching his fists behind your back until his nails are piercing his palms, otherwise he'd be howling out in despair.
Immersed in the songs you love so much, you unconsciously shift even closer to your fellow deer demon, but he harshly jerks away from you, his expression growing panicked. "H- haha... I c- can't let you d- do that my friend!"
You frown. Why can't you dance with him like you always do? ...and did the radio demon just stutter? You sigh at his lack of cheerfulness and look down.
Your now downcast gaze gives you a nice view of his... crotch area... and the said area has a raging bulge. Your first thought is to touch it and indulge in the attraction you've always felt for Alastor, but the way his antlers are growing right now and the static that's peaking up again... makes you turn to leave.
Long fingers wrap around your wrist in an instant and when you turn back at him, his eyes have changed.
"The song's not over dear y/n.", he says in the same strained tone and you swallow.
"R- right... my bad."
He has you pressed tightly against him in no time and he's swaying with you almost like he's on autopilot. And you can now feel his unbelievably hard erection against your lower body. Alastor grunts softly, his smile faltering as his cock keeps throbbing painfully within his pants, desperate for release.
The demon's eyes wander over you, taking in your form. He knows he has to maintain some semblance of control, but his hormones are off the roof. Without realizing the inappropriateness of his actions, Alastor reaches out to touch you, his fingers grazing the skin of your cheek. The demon's cock throbs even harder at the contact, leaking pre-cum in his underwear.
"You're so beautiful..."
Heat pools in your belly and your face flushes at his simple comment. He's a charmer, but that's new. His monocle slips down slightly as he leans in close, his scent of musk and arousal surrounding you.
Alastor's hands move to your hips, pulling you impossibly close. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with lust and a primal need. He presses his hips against yours and you can feel his clothed cock twitching eagerly.
His monocle falls to the floor as he loses himself in the rutting.
"Al- what's happening?"
Before you can question his unusual behaviour any further, Al presses his hardened length against your stomach with intent. A mix of frustration and pleasure is clear on his features.
To say you're surprised would be an understatement, but you don't stop him. You watch in awe as your bricked up friend loses himself to lust and his need to mate.
Your innocent dancing moment has turned into him dry humping you. He releases a guttural groan, too far gone to care about composure.
Alastor begins to grind against you faster, mimicking the movements of a rutting deer. His grip tightens around you, his need growing stronger and overwhelming. The bulge in his pants keeps pushing insistently against you, but you're so stunned by this turn of events that you grab him by the arms and take a step back.
Alastor's eyes flatter open and for a moment... he snaps out of his blurry state of mind. He straightens and clears his throat. He then gives you a stern look, with his ears lowered.
"Get out."
"B- but we were-"
"You don't want to make me repeat myself."
The moment he's alone again, Alastor works the buttons of his dress pants in a daze, freeing his swollen cock. A low growl rumbles in his chest and the deer demon is convinced that if he doesn't cum in the following minute, he's going to die a second time. He keeps making soft sounds, his body aching with the need to mate.
He had you right here, but he can't bring himself to be so vulnerable in front of someone other than himself.
What would Vox say if he found out that Alastor is forced to go through a mating season like some fucking animal? Why does the price of his sins have to manifest into some primal need to breed?
"Fffffuck!"
His mind gets fixated on the ache between his legs.
With an animalistic sound of pure lust, Alastor reaches down and wraps his fingers around one of his heavy testacles. He squeezes it gently, feeling his warm seed oozing out his slit. He leaks copious amounts of pre-cum on his crimson bedsheets. The radio demon watches, transfixed by the sight of his own seed dripping down the length of his hard dick. It's a powerful aphrodisiac for him and he can't help but imagine it spilling into you instead.
His cock twitches in anticipation and he gives in. Every day since the rutting season began, he has been trying to suppress his instincts and today has been no different, if anything, your presence made his hormones go even more nuts... and you should be happy you're not carrying his fawns by now.
Alastor begins to stroke himself, legs spread and sweat making his clothes stick to his body. His breath catches in his throat as his hips involuntarily back into his hand. The tips of his claws grow slightly and he's jerking himself off at a punishing pace now. Alastor's groans turn into pleasured whimpers as he arches his back, driving his erection deeper in his hand.
What would it feel like to finish inside you? To make you come... To have your heat contracting around his rock-hard member as you milk him past the point of no return?
"Oh- ...agh- y/n..." He's murmuring things in unknown languages, but it all comes back to your name.
Alastor's hips begin to thrust forward in time with his strokes, seeking release from the torment of his lust. He snarls and growls in a throaty manner. He physically can't take it anymore, his balls feel like they're on fire...
The radio demon's eyes roll back in his head, the pleasure is intense, but it's only fueling his desire for a real partner more. His fingers are sliding up and down his sensitive shaft and he can feel himself getting closer, but he knows that's not enough. Al's breath has become ragged, his monocle forgotten along with his pride somewhere far away... his vision is blurring...
Feeling himself nearing the edge, Alastor grits his teeth and pushes through the pain. His muscles tense... and then, he finally comes in a powerful burst of pleasure, shooting thick ropes of cum across the room. He keeps coming, his hips bucking upward, pushing his cock even deeper into his fist as he empties himself.
Alastor's orgasm was intense, almost violent, but it was the sweet release he's been craving all day long. As his climax finally begins to subside, the demon collapses back onto his bed, panting heavily.
However, his cock has remained hard and throbbing between his legs, demanding more attention as he tries to catch his breath.
Slowly, a tired Alastor sits up and glances down at his still engorged member. A part of him is reveling in the feeling of power that comes with being so thoroughly aroused. He needs to fuck something, anything, his eyes are gleaming with lust.
But hasn't he been tormented enough? Why isn't he satisfied yet?
He reaches for the nearest object. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it can take his powerful cock and bear the brunt of his ferocious passion. With a sinister chuckle, Alastor picks up another unlucky cushion and holds it tightly against his hips. His cock jerks repeatedly as he positions himself with the head of his shaft pressing against the soft fabric.
The cushion offers little resistance but serves as an outlet for Alastor's raging desire. He pounds away at it, relentlessly, his body shaking. With the ever present sound of static, evidence of his frustration, he rhythmically pistons in and out of his makeshift partner with brutal force.
He's been doing this for weeks now, all the unsatisfied hunger making him lose his sanity bit by bit.
The radio demon's eyes are glazed over with passion. He continues fucking the cushion with savage intensity... still he wishes he could take it out on someone made of flesh and blood, someone who would react and offer him some reassurance that he's not going to pass out.
The pleasure is threatening to overwhelm Alastor once again and with labored breathing, he frantically moves his hips-
"N- no, n- no....agh-" He lets out a feral roar, spurting a sticky cumshot onto the cushion. This time, when he collapses on the mattress, he is exhausted.
He doesn't bother looking down at his angry cock, the discomfort isn't going away till the mating season ends...
...let's go back to you now.
After being so abruptly pushed away by Alastor, you went straight to your room. You have a lot to ponder over after tonight. Maybe you did have a small a crush on your friend that had allowed the situation to escalate. His behavior has been so off putting though.
You'd been proud of yourself, considering that you know Alastor better than anyone else in Hell, since he talks about everything with you over a cup of tea. He had been so excited to tell you he'll soon be back on air and he's always somewhere around you at all times. So, the fact that he just expressed sexual desire for you and then told you to leave him alone immediately after...
You would have never guessed that your fellow deer demon is interested in sex. He's been in the company of some of the most desired demons, but he's simply not into that kind of thing... Yet, he had dry humped you like some desperate animal.
His scent had been so blissful to your nostrils, that he had almost woken something primal in your own body. There's definitely a lot of tension between you two now and you hope that tomorrow he will approach you.
You sigh and get all cozy under your bed covers. How should you deal with the situation at hand? You know him. Not just the radio demon, or Alastor the cannibal, but him.
Maybe the whole redemption thing is working, but when did you start being so considerate and thoughtful of other sinners' hardships? And if your friend's hardship is a constant hard on, perhaps your services will be appreciated... or you've just been hanging out with Angel too much.
It's a new day in Hell.
You take your time getting ready before joining Niffty in the kitchen to make breakfast.
Alastor is sat on his bed, his face buried in his hands as he trembles with unwanted arousal. He's almost at the point of a nervous breakdown. The radio demon is getting angrier with himself, the urge to find you and claim you is getting worse and worse and he struggles to maintain his calm.
Alastor gets ready. His routine a bit different when in rutting mode. He first relieves some of the pressure in his balls, he then puts on a clean shirt, fixes his hair and places his red monocle back in place. And of course, his smile, because he's never fully dressed without one!
"Oh good morning my fellows! What a pleasant breakfast you seem to be having!" He prefers to eat alone, so him appearing late isn't something worth noticing... but the tenting in his trousers definitely is... and when Angel smirks mischievously at him, Alastor smiles in such an unnerving manner that the spider demon has to cower behind Husk.
"Al! Morning!", you say a bit too cheerfully. Your deer ears rise on your head to match your general attitude.
The radio demon grins at you, internally relieved you're not keeping last night against him. He rarely feels any remorse (part of why he's in Hell), but he's not proud of snapping at you last night just because he's irritable and frustrated 24/7. You're a deer demon like him, but you never get in heat like an animal, you weren't as sinister as he was when alive and therefore your punishment isn't as tormenting.
You stand up and start gathering the dishes. Charlie is eager to help you, but you manage to deny her excessive kindness for once.
Alastor swallows a guttural growl as you turn your back at him and start walking to the kitchen, your deer tail and your ass all too enticing for him. His legs begin to move against his will, following you like he's being driven purely by instinct. He is once again biting his tongue hard enough to taste the familiar to him metallic taste of blood. There is a certain strain the urge is causing him... and for once Alastor is feeling desperate for touch.
"Angel and I are going outside today, he said he wants me to meet a friend of his... um, I think her name's Cherri or something." You obviously felt his presence, his red eyes feasting on your form the whole time.
"How delightful, making new acquaintances! I am still decorating my humble station. Haha!"
"Oh, I can't wait to experience your radio show again Al! It's been so long!" His arrogant smirk is accompanied by a twitch of his stiff dick. The energy boost he feels when you acknowledge his power... it makes him dangerously lightheaded.
He walks closer to you, looming right behind you as you stretch to put something on a high self. Alastor has you trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. The demon's cock throbs painfully against the fabric of his pants. The said fabric growing damp as he grows harder.
With a frenzied urgency, Alastor gives in to his animal side and leans in, his hot breath in your ear is sending shivers down your spine, your pupils dilating.
"Do you even realize what you've been doing to me sweet y/n?"
He is getting impatient... and when you don't answer him immediately, he presses his tent against your ass. "Do you my little deer?"
The sound of static feels the air, his voice distorted and his breathing heavier than before. "You... have no idea how much I want- no... how much I need this, with you."
You swallow, your own breath has sped up and heat has pooled in your tummy again. But when you turn to look at him, you come face to face with a hideous creature with wild eyes. You flinch. Alastor's smile fails him and you swear you hear the most discreet of sniffles coming from him.
"Help me." That's proof enough for you that your friend is going through something he clearly didn't ask for, but it's taking over him anyway.
Angel Dust has described to you how he'd needed time to get used to having multiple arms and you have to file down your antlers daily, so that they don't overgrow and cause you headaches. Alastor on the other hand loses himself to primal urges once a year.
You lock your gaze on his and extend a steady hand, placing it on the side of his pale face. Not only does he allow it, but your small gesture seems to have an effect on Alastor, his demon form receding... and you can see how sweaty and shaky he really is, while trying so hard to hold back from bending you over the counter and taking you raw right now.
"Stay still..." It's now or never for you. You hesitantly cup the bulge on his pants.
Alastor gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as he leans into your touch. He's already so aroused that any contact is sending shivers down his spine. He buries his face in your neck and starts nibbling or better... biting around your collarbones. It’s a cannibalistic urge of his, but he would kill himself before causing you any real harm.
Alastor groans, his still clothed member twitching under the pressure of your hand. The demon can barely think straight, his rutting instincts taking over completely.
"I need... I need to be inside you." He can only whisper, reaching down to pull your shirt up, his fingers trembling as he does, revealing your upper body to him. "Yes... I need you."
This is all so sudden for you, but you finally know with certainty what's happening. "You're... mating or something?"
You stop rubbing his clothed crotch and Alastor moans, the sound carrying the old audio like effect. He nods slightly, his hips bucking against your hand. He's so close to losing control. The mating season has driven him mad with lust. A lust projected on you it seems.
"Y/n... I need you now."
"Al... they- they're gonna hear us... we're in the frickin' kitchen! ...we can't...can't-"
Alastor's eyes widen and he stumbles back a step, his erection painfully asking to be freed from his dress pants. He looks at you incredulously, angrily. "What?! But I... I said that I need you." He starts panting, there's a look of betrayal on his face that has you short circuiting.
"I'm already half naked here and you're... you're obviously hard- it's too risky!"
"I. Don't. Care."
"Well you should... but..." you sigh.
"I do have another idea. I've been rather inactive in the afterlife but... I can do it for you."
Your friend's heart is racing with anticipation. He tries to control his unsteady breathing without much success. "Another idea?" He asks with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "What is it?"
"I know it's not what you really crave... but I can... you know... jerk you off?"
Did you really just say that?
He begins to unbutton his pants hurriedly. "Very well..." As Alastor's pants fall to his knees, he scratches his fluffy ears, presenting his throbbing member to you. It's a sight to behold; long with a shimmering dew covering the tip. "Do it."
Your mouth is watering as your eyes take in Alastor's cock. The head of it is a deep reddish purple, almost glowing with arousal. His ballsack hangs heavy, clearly filled with seed, so that he can breed for as long as the rutting lasts. Something must've altered in your brain's chemistry, because you take his balls in your hand, gently playing with them. The deer demon lets out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward slightly. The sensation of your hand on his sensitive balls is almost too much for him to bear...
"More..." he manages to whisper between pants.
Encouraged by his reaction, you squeeze his balls softly and Al lets out a throaty groan, his dick twitching almost ready to explode. He's not used to other people touching him.
You're still unsure if that's the right thing to do in the kitchen, where anyone can walk in at any given moment. But he seems to be really into it and the look in his eyes makes it clear to you that you can't just stop now. So that's what he's been struggling with, what's been making him stay locked in his room, until dealing with it on his own wasn't enough.
Alastor's gaze is pleading you and his voice comes out shaky, unfiltered.
"Please... I need more..." He then reaches down and moves your hand on his eager cock. You wrap your fingers around his length, with your thumb resting on his head, tracing it slowly. The sounds he makes and the way his features contort with pleasure makes you start stroking him.
The overlord can't believe what's happening. He has never experienced anything like this and it feels incredible. The more you stroke him, the more he bucks his hips into your hand. "Y- yes... just like that..."
You feel so confident now that he seems to have let go completely, allowing you to do as you please with his body. You know teasing isn't fair, especially in his hormonal state, but you can't help slowing down your hand's movements, playing with the friction you're providing him with. He lets out a frustrated huff of air, his nostrils flaring. "Faster."
"Nope, I told you I don't want anyone finding us out."
"I didn't ask you darling. It was an order."
You stubbornly slow down your hand even more and you know that this is far from enough for him. Alastor needs more speed, more pressure.
"I... Don't... Give a single penny if they'll hear us... J- just... y/n, get me there." His body trembles with need as he speaks to you.
"You... you accepted to help me... and yet you- you refuse to give me what I want." He looks down at your lips with a mix of lust and anger in his bright eyes.
You suppress a mischievous giggle. It's empowering seeing such a strong demon being dependent on you. You can feel the heat radiating from his dick and he makes a desperate little sound when you begin moving your hand up and down his long member again.
You almost feel pitty for him, teasing is fun, but you don't want to disrespect him or humiliate him while he's so vulnerable and not in control. Though that decision has nothing to do with the fact that he could kill you, you actually feel strongly for him and the way both pairs of your ears move in sink as you peak up pace is so... natural for you, like you two belong together in a primal sense.
Alastor feels his muscles tensing up and his black heart is pounding like crazy. "I can't- can't-" He looks mesmerized at your hand jerking him off at a now delicious speed.
You are so turned on and you want to give him all the pleasure you can in the hotel's kitchen. You begin to sink on your knees and you see him gulp. Your friend freezes for a moment, his mind racing with images of pleasure and ecstasy.
"That's new."
"How so Al?"
"I've never had that... but I want to now."
You can't help but smile. He probably never wanted a blow job before and he won't be in the mood for one after the rutting ends.
You're now at the right height so you just go for it, leaning in. Your tongue swirls around his pulsating cockhead and you're surprised from the amount of pre cum he can produce. Alastor's eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a long, low moan. The sensation of your warm breath and wet tongue on him sends shivers down his spine. "Don't stop..."
You lick his slit and he groans deeply, his eyes squeezing shut. "Yeah... Keep doing this... agh~"
You're offering stimulation and he's gritting his teeth at the feeling, but something isn't quite right. You're once again toying with him, denying him the release he so desperately wants.
"I will have you... eventually."
Alastor then takes a big breath, his cock is still hard as steel. "You're a real temptation-" He glares at you, rather hungrily, his nostrils once again flaring.
"Don't try to make me beg."
"But would you now?" Under any other circumstances, you'd never be that bold with him.
Alastor laughs darkly in response to your challenge, causing a cold chill to run down your spine. "You wound me, my dear. I would never beg for anything... especially not when it comes to satisfying this... this unwanted but still unyeilding desire..."
You smile wickedly, your deer ears conveying your feelings as always when they move. In a swift motion, but still cautiously, you push back his foreskin. A low, agonizing moan escapes Alastor's lips as your action exposes his sensitive flesh to the air. Hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your hand...
"You're killing me mon cher~"
"Buckle up Al..." You start stroking him with consistency now.
The radio demon closes his eyes, ragged breaths leaving his open mouth as you're jerking him off. Every fiber of his being is focused on the pleasure. He groans... feeling his elusive climax approaching at last. His monocle almost falls from his nose. "Unh..."
You're now applying some serious pressure on his throbbing dick. With a primal scream, Alastor's entire body tenses up and he begins releasing his seed on your hand.
"Oh goodness..." He keeps groaning and you can see him shuddering as he does so. He continues spurting thick, white fluid onto your hand, seemingly unable to stop himself.
In his eyes there's a mix of lust and gratitude. He licks his lips unconsciously.
"What else can you do to me?"
"W- what? Me?"
The demon chuckles lightly at your question. His eyes trail down your body appreciatively when you stand up. "And why not you? You're here and I need some action these days!"
He grins and you sigh.
"Well, that means it could be anyone... anyone other than me." You don't like how this revelation makes you feel sad and disappointed.
A sly smirk plays at the corners of Alastor's mouth. "I suppose it could, but then again, why settle for anyone when I can have you?"
His voice is husky and you like this tone from him. You and I belong together, dear y/n." He's clearly considering you his mate now.
Your romantic side wins and you cup his face. That seems to sober him up if just for a few minutes. The overlord looks like he's savoring the sensation and a deep sigh escapes him. "I don't deserve this, not with you y/n."
"But I do want to be present through this... I get it."
The glimmer of hope returns to his eyes. "You have to mean it."
"I won't leave you suffering alone Alastor."
He nods as he thinks this over. "In that case... I'll accept your offer."
You smile sweetly. This isn't that bad. He didn't even ask for a deal. You stand on your hooves and give his cheek a little kiss. He beams at you as he takes hold of his signature cane.
"Oh I think I'm going to enjoy this!"
"Haha, so do I... B- but let's make you something to eat before you get all excited again..."
"That's a wonderful idea darling! And I might as well tell you about Susan's new act while you're at it."
Alastor feels a warmth he hadn't in a long time. As you work on preparing food for him, he seems content and somewhat at peace. But then, like clockwork, the desire is going to build up again. Through the week the rutting hits him anew and he becomes extremely short-tempered. He has to change rooms when Charlie starts singing and he's constantly arguing with Husk.
Alastor surprises himself.
During the times he does manage to control his primitive urges, he's actually avoiding you. He has this idea that he would end up hurting you if things ever escalated fully between you two. Could this mean that he actually cares for your wellbeing?
He is an overlord. He is the one and only radio demon, there's no way he has a soft spot for his fellow deer demon... who had relieved him of weeks of pent up tension just with their touch.
You, on the other hand, feel no shame nor guilt for your little encounter with Alastor in the kitchen. If anything, the fact that he's still in his mating season is making you wet, longing for more.
One fateful night, all of you sitting together, you across from Alastor's armchair... and it's impossible to not look down. He has a prominent bulge and you're not even surprised. However, when you look back up, you freeze like a... well, you do freeze like a deer caught in the headlights, because he is staring at you so very intensely.
The air feels thick all of a sudden and his gaze implies many things, to your delight. He excuses himself shortly after, but not before giving you a slight nod. He wants you now. He needs you now.
Experiencing a slight Deja vu, you find yourself knocking on his door the very same night. The Deja vu intensifies at the sound of static coming from the other side of the door. You decide to let yourself in when there's no answer. "Al?"
A pair of big and intricate antlers comes in your vision. The smell of him floods your senses. It's intoxitacing, addictive. You want him too.
Alastor wastes no time.
He pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing tightly against yours. His breath is coming in ragged gasps, his eyes full of lust and desire. The demon growls, baring his teeth in a feral grin.
In one swift motion, he tears your clothes from your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable before him. His eyes roam over your exposed flesh, his lips parted in a wicked grin. With an animalistic growl, he buries his face between your breasts, sucking on your nipples with rough abandon.
You moan and arch your back, the sensation sinfully satisfying. Noticing your response, Alastor's movements become even more frenzied. He reaches down to grip your hips, lifting you up onto the wall.
You then unzip his pants, lost in the haze of your increasing desire for him. Alasor groans when you do that, his hips bucking forward as you free his cock from its confines. It slaps against your lower stomach, rigid and angry.
With another feral growl, Alastor turns you around so that you're facing the wall, while he has a perfect view of your ass and tail.
You gasp as he parts your folds with his thumb, finding your dripping entrance. Maybe he's not that experienced, but right now he seems to be driven by some infallible instinct. His finger doesn't stay in your cunt for long though, since the man is getting desperate to claim you as his, in a much more effective fashion.
You turn you head to the side and lock eyes with him. You shiver, almost scared at the pure hunger on his face. He thrust into you with brutal force, driving his cock inside you deep and hard. His hips start pistoning against your ass, as he takes you without mercy. He's breeding, essentially. It's not meant to be slow or soft.
The gentleman you knew is gone for now, but you're digging your nails in his shoulders and letting out whines and moans nonetheless.
With each thrust, he growls like a beast, claiming his prize. Alastor's eyes are wild and feral, reflecting the primal lust that consumes him. His heavy balls are slapping against your skin. You're turning to jelly slowly but surely, surrendering to him in way that feels natural to you, not forced.
Your old friend grunts in both pain and pleasure, losing himself in the heat of the moment. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving marks on your hips that show his possessiveness of you.
You reach behind you, grabbing his thighs to somehow ground yourself from the onslaught of pleasure in your core. A guttural moan escapes him as you touch his sensitive flesh. His hips buck against yours, driving himself deeper inside you and your eyes roll back in your head.
Alastor continues to pound into you relentlessly, his cock throbbing with each powerful stroke. He's sweating and he starts taking off his clothes in a uncharacteristically clumsy manner.
He can't take it anymore, your tightening walls becoming overwhelming for him to bear. Feeling the pressure building within him, he growls low in his throat and picks up the pace even more.
The new speed he fucks you in has you seeing stars, the knot on your stomach snapping without warning. You cry out his name loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear, but you simply don't care.
He moans your name as well, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives himself deeper into you one last time. His body shudders violently as he reaches the height of his own orgasm. Hot, thick cum is filling you up and there's so much of... It's dripping out of you and onto the carpet.
He finally did it. He's mated. He's bred you.
Spent and panting heavily, Alastor collapses on you, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You can feel his breath and teeth on your skin as you try to catch your breath. His dick is softening inside you, but he doesn't pull out just yet. His primal instinct is still active and making sure you take every last drop of his seed.
After you both relax in the present silence for a bit, he casually lifts you up and places you on the bed, the manhandling having you blushing profusely, but he doesn't seem to notice. He lets out a sound close to purring as he lays down next to you, spooning you.
You sigh, feeling exhausted and content at the same time. You roll over so that you're facing him... and he looks like he's already asleep.
Your heartbeat has turned back to normal and you find shelter in his long and elegant neck as you start dozing off into a peaceful and dreamless slumber.
He's not cold or ignorant the next morning. That morning ends up in him grasping at the air, as if searching for something to hold on to, as your head bobs up and down under the sheets.
It becomes a fact that Alastor's mood improves significantly after having sex with you. Something that does occur a couple more times in the spam of a week or so.
You knew the rutting was coming to an end when his desperate and forceful claiming, usually from behind, became passionate love making.
There was this one night...
Like a true gentleman of his time, Alastor had made love to you with deep, sensual thrusts as your hands had gotten lost in his fluffy hair. You had been underneath him.
Your orgasm had been accompanied by a soundless moan as you'd thrown your head back and he'd nuzzled your neck, breath labored and a frown on his face as he'd come after you. You had let him fall asleep on you that night, both of you panting, sweat covering you.
The only time Alastor isn't smiling is when he is asleep you have come to realize. You can't help but notice how tired he looks as you lay motionless next him. So you gently start caressing his ears and he groans softly, nuzzling deeper into your touch, without even bothering to open his eyes. A small smile forms on his mouth, a real one.
Is this love? Maybe someday.
The End??
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It was a good day, so far. Waking up next Aphelios always made you happy, cuddling up next to him. His hooded eyes staring at you seductively, making your stomach clench as soon as you look at him. He always woke up first, and the private moments in the morning were usually the only times you would hear his voice.
He often sang little tunes to you, waking you up from your slumber. It was like the world's best alarm clock, soothing tones caressing your ears.
"Good morning, Phel," You smiled, stretching your neck to give him a kiss. He smiled back, then rubbed his nose against yours. You buried your face in his neck, peppering little kisses that made him release sweet little groans that you knew meant he was about to lose his mind.
His hands traveled around, exploring the curves of your body, tracing fingertips across sensitive skin. You shivered under his touch, silently begging him for more.
Unfortunately, even though your body yearned for him, the two of you had things to do today. Aphelios had a recording session at the studio with the guys, and as always you were his plus one.
The two of you got ready in tandem; brushing your teeth, showering and dressing. You helped Phel pick out an outfit, and he did the same for you. Along the way, you shared soft caresses and little pecks on the cheek or lips. It was both of your way of showing that you loved each other.
Eventually you made it to the recording studio. Phel opened the car door for you, and grabbed your hand as you walked toward the building.
"So, any new songs today or just the usual?" You pondered, looking at Aphelios for an answer. Him being mute meant a lot of the small talk between the two of you consisted of your voice and him nodding or shaking his head. In response to your question, he shook his head 'no', meaning no new song today.
"Gotcha. Are you still excited though?" He smiled and nodded, and you couldn't help but smile back at the way his dark pink eyes crinkled at the corners and his soft blue hair flitted about his face. Gods, he was perfect.
Once inside, the two of you separated. Aphelios, Yone and K'Sante went into a side office to discuss the lyrics to the song (that was already out??). According to Phel, he had a LOT of criticisms about it and wanted to in his words, "beg to change it".
You'd pay to see that.
None the less, you were stuck with Kayn because Sett and Ezreal weren't even there yet. Consistently late roommates, you liked to call them.
For a while the two of you sat in silence, looking at your phones. You couldn't help but feel Kayn's piercing gaze on you every now and again, and as time went on you got a little more and a little more agitated.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer Kayn," you snap, giving him a 'what do you want' look. He raises his brow and smirks.
"If you insist," Kayn reaches angles his phone upward, seemingly preparing to take a picture. You scoff in response.
"Stop, you weirdo!" Getting up you run over to him, trying to snatch his phone. While your arm is reaching toward it, he grips your wrist tight. "Let go of me, dude." You say, ceasing to reach for his phone and looking at him with disdain. It's not that you dislike Kayn, necessarily, but you could always tell there was some tension between him and Aphelios. You weren't sure what happened between the two of them, but you were sure there was something.
"I just can't help but stare at a person as attractive as you," he begins to pull you closer, and you struggle a bit before ripping your wrist out of his grasp.
"This, whatever this is, is never going to happen Kayn. Drop it," your voice quivers because even though you know none of them would harm you, you still feel a little nervous.
"I understand, but no harm in a little flirting, right?" He smiles, standing so that you are nearly chest to chest. You glare at him, standing your ground.
"I swear to the Gods, I'm about to-"
Suddenly you hear the door to the room open, and you're swiftly moved before you see Aphelios essentially fly at Kayn, throwing one swift punch to his face.
You gasp in shock- you had never seen Aphelios get violent much less get actually angry before. Sure, he has his sassy moments and his mood swings, but he's never been so... carnal about it. You were almost frightened by his aura itself, although you could never truly be afraid of Phel.
"Phel it's okay, don't worry about it," You try and reassure him, and he whips his head giving you a look that clearly reads 'let me handle this'. You step away, observing the conflict.
"What the fuck, man?" Kayn says, and Aphelios gestures toward you dramatically, shaking his head at his friend who is still getting up off of the floor. Before Yone can come break everything up, Aphelios turns around abruptly and grabs your bicep, dragging you out of the studio and back to the car.
The drive home is quiet, as per usual, but the tension is thick in the air.
"I think you may have overreacted a little bit," you said as soon as the two of you stepped out of your car and headed toward your apartment. "I had the situation under control, Phel."
He didn't respond, keeping his eyes forward and stomping inside. You rolled your eyes; he was clearly still upset. You followed him around the apartment for a few minutes trying to bait a response from him. As soon as you reached the living room, he turned around abruptly and stared at your face, anger still apparent in his eyes and his furrowed brows.
He pulled out his phone and wrote:
I don't want you coming if Kayn is going to be there anymore.
"What, why? Because of that?" You hardly had any patience left today, and his anger was rubbing off on you. You took a deep breath and sighed in resignation when he didn't break his stare. "Fine, fine. I like coming though... What if I just stuck with you?"
He cleared his previous message, typing fast and then showing it to you.
Fine, but if he pulls some shit next time, I am going to make sure he doesn't walk out of the gods damned studio.
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The next few days went quickly, and before you knew it another session came up. Everything was fine until Kayn showed up, and the tension in the air became thick like mud.
"Ok can we just not today guys? Come on," Sett crossed his big arms and leaned against the doorframe after following Kayn inside and seeing the reaction from Aphelios. Kayn stood ominously in the middle of the room, staring Phel down. Talk about a pissing contest.
You let out a dramatic sigh, which unfortunately snatched Kayn's attention from Phel to you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his lips spread into a cheshire grin.
"Oh, if it isn't the lovely Y/N," He murmurs, walking towards you. You can feel Aphelios tense up next to you, and before Kayn reaches even a foot forward Phel shoots off the couch, basically throws you over his shoulder (the mans jacked, what can I say) and drags you into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
He released you, letting your feet gently touch the ground before whipping you around so that you faced the wall. You didn't have a chance to speak before he was ripping your pants down your legs, reaching around you and caressing your front.
"Phel what are you- ah!" you whimpered at his movements, subconsciously thrusting your hips into his hand. You felt his breath on your neck as he leaned in and nibbled your ear. Letting out a little moan, you could hear his breathing become heavier as his own arousal came to the forefront.
You tried to turn around to face him, but he moved his hand that was already touching you to your stomach, pressing you flush against his torso. Leaning your head back, Aphelios snaked his other hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head slightly and slamming his lips onto yours. He groaned when you opened immediately, letting his tongue find yours as they danced within your kiss. His sounds made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you nudged your ass backward to rub against his clothed erection.
"Phel we shouldn't, they're right outside..." you managed to break away from his mouth for a moment, but seeing his hooded gaze and blown pupils you knew that wouldn't matter to him. In fact...
That's when it clicked- He wanted them to hear you. He wanted them, Kayn specifically, to know what was happening in here and know who was doing it.
Actually... the idea didn't really displease you. To be honest, it kind of added to the excitement.
Before you knew it, you were pushed back into the wall and could hear the signature zip of his fly opening. You bit your lip in anticipation, and when you felt the tip of his cock entering you, you couldn't help but release a little, "Fuuuuuck".
You titled your head to peak back at him, and watched his face, brows turned down in concentration- focusing on his teasing at your entrance. He pushed in and out, in and out, forever teasing with just the tip and you gasped as he threw his head back, putting his sexy neck and adams apple on display.
He thrusted fully into you then, and you moaned in ecstasy. You knew it was loud, and habitually placed a palm over your mouth. Phel reached up in front of you, grasping your hand and pulling it away from your mouth. When you looked at him, eyes watering from the feeling of his slow thrusting, he shook his head 'no', slowly- telling you exactly what you had assumed. He does want them to hear.
As he continued, you knew he was close. His movements becoming jerky, little grunts and moans slipping out of his slightly open mouth. The thrusts were nearly tipping you over as well, and when he reached around to play with your front again you lost it- moaning, "Fuck- Aphelios!," loudly as you came. He didn't stop, only speeding up and gripping your hips as he let out a whimper, slamming into you hard as he found his release.
For a moment, the two of you stayed there. His cock stuffed deep inside you, you could feel it pulse ever so slightly as he shuddered and let out a ragged breath with a few slow rolls of his hips.
After he pulled out, you looked at him. He was flush, a fleck of sweat dripping down his face. You reached up to wipe it away, then caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't help but smirk and give him a look. He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips in response as he zipped his pants back up.
You reached down and pulled up your own, looking up at him as you slowly stood back up. He was biting his lip and letting out deep breaths- surely, he couldn't want to do it again already right?
Even if he did, there was a room of people on the other side who- to your dismay- heard everything. You weren't opposed to it in the moment but Gods, you were in the damn moment! Now you had to face them all.
You decided to take the leap and led the way out of the bathroom, Aphelios close on your tail. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, but you noticed Kayn was gone.
"Kayn went into the recording room," Sett smirked looking up from his phone. He slapped Aphelios on the back as he approached. "Damn, Phel, didn't know ya had it in you!"
Ezreal nearly spit out his drink, K'Sante giggled and Yone looked at him like he was going to kill him.
Phel looked at you, your face pale, and shrugged with a small smile on his lips.
Well, shit. At least you- and Aphelios- knew that things were going to be a little different when you were around his bandmates.
