hello, i think we really need a fic for alan in bloodhounds season 2. oh my god, he’s so hot. we’d love it if you could write a headcanon for him, both sfw and nsfw styles 🤍🪽
Alan | Dating headcanons + drabbles
Summary: What's it like being Alan's long-distance girlfriend?
Warnings: +18, smut, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, lovebombing, stalking, verbal abuse (slurs), non-con surveillance, gaslighting, rough sex, breeding kink (mentions), creampie (mentions). English is not my first language.
Note: I saw there were several headcanons about Alan as a boyfriend, so I changed it to a long-distance relationship. Hope you like it, anon.
SFW:
❥ Let’s assume you and Alan have a long-distance relationship, you only get to see each other during the days he’s actually in Korea.
❥ You met back in college, you were a med student and he was studying engineering. It started as a casual thing, but it became official when he asked you out. Back then, it was a pretty normal relationship with a guy who was just a bit nerd. Months later, he told you he landed a job as a programmer for a boxing league and was thrilled because it paid well, but he warned you it would involve a lot of travel.
❥ Even so, you decided to stay.
❥ At first, you used to text every day, at any hour. you kept each other updated on everything and he’d even send you photos of what he was doing. At night, you’d have video calls to talk, though many times they ended up turning into something else.
❥ One week, came the first "blackout". No more messages, no photos, no calls. You had no news from Alan and started to worry, especially since you had no real way to contact him or anyone in his new circle.
❥ Then, you got a text from an unknown number: it was Alan, saying he was fine and would be back in Korea in a few days.
❥ When he arrived at your house, he came with a bag full of expensive gifts for you. Those were the sweetest days of the relationship because he couldn't tear himself away from you. You went on dates every night, he’d steal kisses while you were cooking, lay on top of you on the sofa and even ask to shower together.
❥ For the first time, he opened up and told you the details of his job. You were terrified and begged him to quit, to stay with you... but Alan refused. The money was good and he had witnessed the impunity Baek-jeong enjoyed thanks to his connections.
“There’s no way we’ll get caught” he said.
“But what if they hurt you?” you asked, on the verge of tears.
“I don’t step into the ring, honey” he replied with a quick kiss and a hug. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just the computer nerd.”
❥ Weeks later, he left again with his team to the United States.
❥ And yeah... he’s definitely the type of boyfriend who lovebombs you without even realizing it. When he checks out emotionally, he justifies it by saying his work consumes him which is partly true, but that doesnt stop him from making you feel like absolute shit.
❥ He doesn't say it in words, but you know you have to be available at all times, as he is extremely careful with his time and attention.
“Let’s make the most of these days, babe” he says. “We dont know when we’ll see each other again.”
❥ If you don’t reply to his messages quickly, he’ll start calling you nonstop. He’s capable of hacking cameras in the places you told him you were, just to see if you’re lying to him.
❥ God help you if he can’t find you… at the very least, he’ll accuse you of being unfaithful and at worst, he’ll threaten to leak your nudes.
Alan: [Screenshot 2026-04-14 115728]
Alan: You aren't at the cafe...
Alan: Where the fuck are you?
Alan: WHO ARE YOU WITH?!
Alan: [Missed call]
Alan: You better pick up the phone, you fucking bitch.
❥ The first time something like that happened, you broke up with him. A few days later, he showed up at your door with another bag full of gifts to beg for forgiveness. You wanted to kick him out, but he told you he had nowhere else to stay and you knew it was true. So, you let him stay and ended up back with him.
You finished chopping the vegetables and poured them into the pot while the rain drummed heavily against the small kitchen window. It had been three days since you broke up with Alan. Three days since you saw those messages on your phone: screenshots from a street security camera, followed by insults that still made your blood boil. You had blocked his number, but you knew that for someone like him, that meant nothing.
The doorbell rang once, snapping you out of your thoughts. You wiped your hands on some napkins and walked toward the door, but the sound of someone rapping their knuckles against the wood stopped you.
"Y/N? Please, open up. I know you're home..." you heard him say and your heart sank.
When had he come back to Korea? Had he come back for you?
When you opened the door, you found him standing in the hallway with his suitcases. Alan looked pathetic... his soaked hair was plastered to his forehead, his dark circles were deeper than usual and he was carrying yet another brand-name bag stuffed to the brim.
"I brought you this" he said, holding out the gift bag. "It's the bag you wanted... and clothes... and the Stitch scrubs you saw in the magazine. Please, just let me in. It’s so cold."
"Alan, I told you it’s over. You threatened to leak my photos. You called me a whore because I didn't answer the phone for ten minutes. I can't keep going with a relationship like this."
He took a step forward and his eyes immediately filled with tears. He dropped to his knees right there on the threshold, clinging to your legs with suffocating strength.
"I'm sorry! I was out of my mind, I swear!" he sobbed against your pants, soaking them with his tears and rainwater. "I went crazy because I couldn't find you. I thought you’d left me for someone else, that you’d cheated on me. You know I have no one else... if you aren't with me, I can't even think. I have nowhere to go, babe. If you kick me out, I’ll have to sleep on the street or in the warehouse... please..."
"It's not my problem, Alan. Find a hotel, you have plenty of money."
"It's not about the money!" he shouted, looking up with a distraught, wet face. "Its that I can't be without you. I'm a mess, I know. I am the worst boyfriend in the world, is that what you want to hear? I'm the problem! Hit me or scream at me, but don't leave me!"
You froze, watching him start to tremble… a mix of the actual cold and pure emotional manipulation. You knew it was true that he had no real home outside of the dark places where he worked for his bosses. You knew that in his twisted mind, control was his only form of affection.
"Just for today," you whispered, defeated by the guilt he knew how to weaponize so well. "Just because it's raining."
Alan stood up immediately, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his soaked hoodie. A small smile crossed his face as he entered the apartment, leaving a trail of water behind him. Before you could even go look for a towel, he grabbed the back of your neck and planted a desperate kiss on your lips.
"Thank you, my love," he whispered against your mouth, already reclaiming that possessive tone. "Help me with this bag, it's yours... and unblock me, please."
As you watched him walk toward your bedroom as if he had never left, you knew you had fallen into the trap once again.
❥ He continued hacking the security cameras of the places you frequent (cafes, gym, work) just to "make sure you're safe" and he sends you screenshots of yourself to tell you you're cute or that his clothes look good on you.
❥ He is a professional crier and uses victimhood to win arguments. If you try to confront him about his behavior, he will start crying or saying that he is the problem and that nobody understands him, making it so you end up apologizing to him.
❥ He loves it when you wear his oversized jackets, especially when he’s not in Korea.
❥ He is extremely messy and lazy at your house. He leaves dirty clothes and food scraps everywhere. He expects you to be the one to clean and only moves his ass if you ask him to, but then he expects a "reward" for having cleaned.
❥ He helps you out a lot with money… basically, you can pay for all your bills and food just with what he transfers to you. This saves you, as you're paid a pittance for your residency at the hospitals.
❥ Whenever he is in Korea, he wants you close while he works. He forces you to sit on his lap, using your shoulder as a rest for his head or just distractedly stroking your thigh while you tell him about your day at the hospital.
Alan hadn't moved from his chair in six hours. His fingers flew over the keyboard with precision, but his attention shifted the moment he felt the familiar weight on his shoulders.
"You're cold" you murmured, wrapping him in a wool blanket and leaving a steaming cup of coffee next to his mousepad.
Alan let out a low hum and leaned back, letting his head rest against your abdomen while you began to gently massage his scalp. His tired eyes drifted shut at the contact.
"You shouldn't be up waiting for me" he admitted in a raspy voice, reaching for your hand to kiss your knuckles.
"Someone has to make sure you don't die of hypothermia in front of a computer, Alan."
He let out a small laugh and took you by the waist to sit you on his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and, for a moment, the cynical hacker disappeared.
"I love you, you know?" he whispered against your skin, pulling you into a tight embrace and you nodded, giving him a kiss.
NSFW:
❥ Devout fan of your nudes.
❥ He loves watching you masturbate during his video calls, he also likes seeing you use the expensive sex toys he sends you from wherever he is. He takes mental notes to use them on you when he returns.
❥ When he’s in Korea, he’s very intense. If it were up to him, you’d be in bed all day.
❥ I don't see him being strictly dominant or submissive, I think he shifts depending on the situation and his mood.
❥ His favorite position is having you ride him, so he can see your entire body and your expressions. He’s a bit of a "pillow princess", I must say.
❥ Make your tits bounce in his face and you’ll drive him crazy.
❥ He loves giving you oral sex and grazing his piercing against your most sensitive areas to enjoy the spasms that the change in temperature triggers in your body.
❥ He loves to talk dirty during sex. He says degrading things to you, but he loses all composure when he’s close to the climax, turning into a whimpering and crying mess.
Alan was in the middle of one of his productivity crises. Three screens displayed waterfalls of glitched code and his patience was wearing thin. He was stressed, with his shoulders tense and his jaw clamped tight.
"I need a break" he growled, spinning the chair toward where you were reading. "And a distraction."
Before you could protest, he yanked you by the wrist, forcing you to straddle his lap. His hands immediately went to your hips, squeezing firmly. Alan slid his hand under your shirt and smirked, noticing you only had panties on. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked them to the side without a second thought.
"Alan, you have to finish that work..." you whispered, though your body was already responding to the friction of his hard erection against your heat.
"Let them wait" he hissed, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it.
He penetrated you suddenly with two fingers, making you arch your back and let out a stifled groan against his neck. Alan wasn't gentle, he never was when he was this anxious. His fingers moved with an erratic rhythm, searching for your most sensitive spot while his other hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"Tell me how many you want" he murmured, his hot breath against your lips. "Or do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck you right now?"
"Yes... please" you begged, completely surrendered to his control.
He fumbled with his pants, freeing his hard erection and guided you to lower yourself onto him. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Alan threw his head back, his hands squeezing your ass. You began to move, setting a slow pace that he soon sabotaged by starting to thrust upward with brute force.
"You're mine" he gasped, his eyes unfocused with pleasure. "You're always going to be mine."
The orgasm hit him fast, his body shook beneath yours while he stammered pleas into your ear, whimpering almost like a child as he came deep inside you.
❥ He isn't a fan of condoms and usually insists on not using them, but ironically, he goes into a total panic at the mere mention of a possible pregnancy, creating a dynamic of constant anxiety around protection.
❥ He has a fixation with leaving visible marks. He makes sure to leave bites and hickeys in places you cant easily hide, enjoying the idea of other men seeing that you already have a boyfriend.
