Aughhh i loved your yamdere aleph writing, can you do nsfw hcs next? You can ofc delete this ask
Your writing is so amazing btw!
Bro- did you even have to ask? Because I am always happy to write about Aleph!
(Just for you, NSFW headcannons for all his alters, and a little surprise for you, Enjoy ✌︎˶╹ꇴ╹˶✌︎)
Yandere Aleph NSFW Headcannons
TW: Yandere themes, Noncon, toxic relationship, Dissociative Identity Disorder, manipulation, bit of gangbang
A/n: I may do a bit of Afab, a bit gender neutral, maybe a bit of male reader but I’m not good at writing Male readers (sorry ᵕ᷄≀ ̠ᵕ᷅ ), note, when I’m referring to all of Aleph and his alter egos it will be ‘them’, when referring to one of the alters ‘him’.
Enjoy the Headcannons
A Yandere Aleph with their S/O, finally together, with them, oh how utterly bad for you, depending on your situation. But either way, you’re fucked. But I’ll go in order from the most tame of the Alters to the more less than ideal of them in terms of intimacy.
The Answering Machine
Let’s start off with the Answering Machine! He is the most tame one, the more observant than actually touching his Darling. But that doesn’t mean he is above touching his Darling in a more intimate setting.
As he is more observant and more keen on seeing every detail of you, his obsession, his trapped paramour, his hands never leave you, not when you and him are behind closed doors, at least he has the decency to consider not humiliating you. Gloved hands groping and holding every curve, every roll of skin, feeling the imperfections of your body to memorize them, his wild red hair tickling your skin as his masked face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, feeling your warmth.
Probably due to his immortality, Aleph never really had much intimacy, more focused on finding answers or advising people who asked questions. But now with you, his reluctant beloved, his attention is on you, his perfect memory logging everything, the way your body tense before you cum, the unwillingness to show your face to him when you reached your ecstasy. How submissive you can be once you start to unravel after the umpteenth time his fingers gently teased you to your orgasm.
His patience can be infuriating to you if you hate being teased to the edge if you rather want it over quick. He just rather wants to see every detail about you. Infuriating as it is, The Answering Machine is probably the most flexible yandere in terms of being submissive, letting you grab and pull his hair, being underneath you, letting you pull at his restraints that made up his white uniform, mostly curious to see you, how you would do it, how you might touch him, would it be gentle? Would it be rough? In terms of him being a yandere, seeing you being on top of him would turn him on in some degree, oh like the concept of transcendentality never failed to elude him, there you are, making him feel like a fool, like he still had so much to learn again, how you made him feel so confused, his feelings twisting to accommodate only you as his “partner”.
He’s probably the only one who doesn’t really do much aftercare and only the basic cleaning since being in a prison cell he would be desensitized to the unclean stuff, only at your behest, just after the deed he would curl up around you, head on your chest as you are heaving, tuckered out while he just takes everything in, soaking up every detail, your sweat clinging to your skin, the mess of cum in your thighs and a bit on your lower abdomen, the body shivering in the afterglow.
I think he would just lay there for a time, not doing anything other than observe you, maybe let you have some privacy if you turn your back to him, but he’s still touching you, his hands pressing against your back to lightly massage your tense muscles or to feel more of your body in this new position.
Yeah don’t expect the Answering Machine to NOT be handsy, while he may be an observant yandere, once he has you in private, his hands are groping all over you.
The Idealist
Definitely a romantic, a very delusional romantic, very eager as well, maybe a semi-public one, he is unabashedly intimate, you have to wrestle him off of you if you are in the presence of others, because he is very possessive. He does not care for shame, have you seen him? He does not take his medicine, he is stubborn about his beliefs until he gets shot by a bullet and he died.
He’s definitely the type to whisper “romantic” murmurs into your ears, even at the cusp of intimacy, praising you while you’re pinned down and he is teasing you with a sloppy yet impulsive arrogance. I sorta see him as an impatient prick if you and him are in a semi-public area, his fingers lowered in a sort of impulsive and reckless behavior, he has no shame in it, his lips near your ear as he murmurs about his complaints, complaining about how prudish you are and just being dramatic about how you refuse to let him ravish you like you so much deserve.
Bro is a freak and he carries that pride, PDA? More like public displays of freakiness with how much he can’t keep his hands off of you and how much he talks about very intimate subjects, about how beautiful your eyes are when you’re about to cry out during your orgasm, how your legs wobble like a newborn fawn in the spring in the afterglow of his “affections”, how he breaks into a poetic display when he sees that your mind is like a sponge as he fucks you passionately through your orgasm, whispering praises and obsessive loving murmurs as his lower waist becomes all eager again seeing you so mindlessly excited for his cock and his fingers’ ministrations.
Most definitely your mind will be embarrassingly triggered into a state of horniness when you hear certain words, you can thank the Idealist for ruining a certain few words or more.
Not to mention the fact that he acts so whimsical and romantic, as if he didn’t fuck you like you were going to disappear the moment he lets you go. The soft coos as he gently rubs his hands against your thighs, his face buried into your chest, the dramatic poetry he would be ranting to your vulnerable state as he press you against a soft plush mattress, he wants it to be as “romantic” as possible. He’s probably the type to drag his darling into a bubble bath with flowers just so he could touch them more and feel their wet body all pliant and malleable in his hands like putty after an exhausting round of intimacy.
Bro run away, run away from this freaky guy, most definitely may use his “poetry” as a way so he can show you off in public as he fucks you, he wants everyone to know that you are his beloved, he is applying hickeys, love bites, anything that may have a beautiful purple on your soft skin, his lips always sure to press a soft kiss, the kinds of kisses that could make a soft velvety blanket be ashamed.
He may also “mark” you, just to piss off Dr. Merlin, bro’s rivalry with Dr. Merlin does not stop at you. And the Idealist is pretty greedy, the kind to hug your body close to him, your curves are being groped at least THRICE, he’s paying attention to every ounce of you, lavishing you with attention until you are just overstimulated putty in his hands, he is just giggling with joy to see your beautiful face, his chest puffed up with pride as he is nuzzling his face into your neck to press kisses against your neck.
He is not the type to use any sex toys or any form of restraints, as he believes in the sort of soft, romantic, and intimate nature of it, just his hands, wrapped around you as he sweetly ravished and adore you noises and little squirms. He outright adores the domesticity of a natural beauty that is coupling. He probably horny as a high school couple, and like one, he doesn’t know or care how public it is, if he wants you, he will, and he is the kind of asshole that will only do it sneaky when he feels smug.
Just be glad that the Idealist knows when to stop, because at least when you are genuinely tired, he is very gentle with handling you.
Dr. Merlin
If you thought the Idealist was the worst, just wait. Dr. Merlin is fucking sadistic. Insane piece of work, when he wants you, he wants you.
Dr. Merlin is not picky about where he has his fix of intimacy with you, you are perfection in his eyes, and he is stubbornly dominant, he likes being in control, you think it doesn’t extend to the bedroom? Nope.
Speaking of bedroom, Dr. Merlin can and will take you on his desk, try and resist moaning but he will not care if anyone comes in to investigate the noise, arcanists are too afraid of this man to even dare enter his office. Dr. Merlin wants people to see you, he wants them to see you pinned underneath him, to see you be such a perfect willing patient, his assistant. Try and keep your noises to yourself, you greedy greedy tease, because Dr. Merlin is not above rutting into you as he squeezes your thighs and pinning you harshly against the finely carved wood of his desk.
I see him as the type to restrain his darling against the operating table, the sick fuck probably gets off to you strapped down, all ready for him as his red gloved hands grope at your body while you whimper and whine so pathetically. He will probably be so degrading to you as he is lazily thrusting his fingers, stroking your sensitive skin, mapping out every vein, every muscle, maybe even point out your scars or imperfections as correctly guess how you receive them.
He probably pop quiz you as a punishment, like imagine him edging you, just being so full of himself, questioning you on your knowledge on a procedure or a medical instrument while his fingers start to press more, purposefully clouding your mind about how his fingers are jammed into you, stretching you out as the cold air prickled you skin, his porcelain masked face getting closer as if mockingly leaning to hear your voice try to blubber out the answer before he thrusts faster just as you were about to say the correct answer, this jerk probably wants you to get the wrong answer so he can prolong the game.
Oh but when you have that correct answer, you finally get it now, straps released and you are pressed against the table, wrists pinned above your head while Merlin’s dick is rutting into you, belts applied to your more curvaceous parts of your body like thighs, hips, chest, your back turned to his while he takes the time to slightly lifts his mask up to reveal his chapped lips, lowering his face to whisper in your ear, mocking you, degrading you as you try to squirm out of his grasp.
Unfortunately for you, Dr. Merlin is not so lenient with you, he may use you as a cockwarmer as he furiously scribbles down notes or letters, his free hand grabbing your jaw and holds it high so he could press his face against your neck, feel the purr of your heartbeat for a little respite as he grinds his hips against you just to feel the satisfaction of your thighs squeezing his dick, making him horny, oh now look what you’ve done, you minx, getting him all riled up for his attention, you know you should have just asked….
He probably lets you go on purpose, just so he can trap you in the ever shifting reality that was created by the Tear of Comala just so he can find you and giving you a brutal fucking experience, using the die to make your mind go into a migraine of the reality that you are in shift in on you, like you were stuck in the confines of your own mind while Dr. Merlin whispers about how this was your doing, how disappointed he was in your attempt to leave him, after all he had done to court you.
Though I must say, I think Dr. Merlin at rare occasions is soft, only very private, because he doesn’t want people to see his more “pathetic” self, which to give him credit for, he is still controlling in the bedroom, yet his touch is more gentle, as if fascinated by your body, his body relaxing into yours in the aftermath, his messy red hair envelopes you, he most likely be the type to pull you close and let you rest against his chest while his head is on top of yours, to let you be lulled to sleep by his neck.
Ok time for the gangbang part-
Remember back in my General Yandere Headcannons for Aleph? Remember how I mentioned that in canon, Aleph can use the Tear of Comala to will his other alters into existence, making it more fucked for you if you tried to escape?…
Yeah, it’s a mess, literally. The Idealist and Dr. Merlin will take you, probably make it a competition or like a game of intimate tug of war, while the Answering Machine watches, he will watch as you are in between the Idealist and Dr. Merlin, both with big egos that clashed so often, it is a miracle that they haven’t fought.
The Idealist kissing you while Dr. Merlin’s gloved hands groped your chest, not out of his own pleasure, but to prevent the Idealist from touching you their, his thumb pressing against your nipples while the Idealist’s hands tried to find another place to grope at you, but Dr. Merlin is quicker, grabbing your waist and forcing you against his body while the Idealist complained to the Answering Machine about Dr. Merlin being greedy with you.
They forgot about your escape attempt, well probably not forget about it, but they were distracted by you. It is halfway until your orgasm that the Answering Machine joins in, only by Dr. Merlin’s orders, keeping your arms restrained while Dr. Merlin’s hands grabbed your hips, forcing your thighs open just for his lower waist to meet with yours taking off the white apron that was full of surgical tools to not ruin that skin of yours while his dick is thrusting into you. The Idealist complaining and whining, which pissed off Dr. Merlin more and made him more rough on you.
Despite your protests that were cut short from Dr. Merlin’s quick sharp scolding that you didn’t have permission to speak for running away, the Answering Machine’s hand patted your head, as though rewarding you for not trying to struggle.
The smell of sex was getting more intense as you started to shiver and shake, feeling your impending release, the Answering Machine’s fingers slowly moving down your lower abdomen while you felt Dr. Merlin’s dick fully inside of you, the Answering Machine silently presses his forehead against your neck, as if giving a forehead kiss to the back of your neck for being “obedient” while his fingers dipped inside, stroking and with a slight press, your release came crashing down, your eyes rolling back as the Answering Machine only recoiled his fingers while Dr. Merlin came inside of you, still keeping his cock in so that not an ounce escaped.
As soon as he slipped out, the Answering Machine caught you, lifting you up while Dr. Merlin diligently cleaned and made himself proper while the Idealist picked an argument with Dr. Merlin. But that didn’t last for long as suddenly, like you regained consciousness, Dr. Merlin and the Idealist were gone, and so was the long winding corridors that were covered in pages and walls that were made out of confusing materials.
Only the Tear of Comala in the Answering Machine’s hand, floating wistfully before his hand clenched around it before his lanky slightly slouched frame started to carry you away, back to your now shared quarters so he can let you have some rest.
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A/n: Alr, I think this is accurate as I could, idk, but see yall next time ⸜(*˙꒳˙*)⸝
