#aesop carl x you

[rosemaze-reveries]

*peeks* M-May I ask for Exorcist relationship headcannons?

this one was fun 😳 since his essence storyline was never expanded on, im making everything up ⭐️ i also sprinkled in some general exorcist hcs to build off of

⚜ Exorcist was born a human and raised by demonkind. He's constantly wandering the border between both worlds, not exactly fitting in either

⚜ He was given gifts that ordinary people don't have — for example, he can traverse/manipulate dreams and see the innermost fears of others

⚜ He visits you in your dreams sometimes ^^ You only get a hazy idea of what happened after waking up, but you always remember sitting in a garden of yellow roses

⚜ You've never experienced another nightmare since you met him. It's like all of your worries have melted away 💤

⚜ His work involves eating nightmares and lulling people into a peaceful, eternal dreamland. A dreamland can be anything you'd like it to be, so he doesn't see a problem if they never wake up

⚜ Ironically, he often gets nightmares himself. He tries to hide the fact that he wakes up constantly during the night from you

⚜ But on some impossible nights, he appreciates just staying up with you ... or he'll escape to your dreams instead

⚜ Dates with him are pretty unconventional. He dislikes the intricacies of romance, so having meals together is probably the most you'll get out of him

⚜ In your opinion he's more romantic in dreams ! But how can you tell if that's actually him or just your own fantasy?

⚜ Don't expect him to be too affectionate if you stop by while he's working, especially without prior notice. He's very meticulous about his work environment

⚜ He's very curious about odd things like your pain tolerance levels or how frail your health can be. He doesn't mean any harm, he just grew up around demons-- and you're the one he's most comfortable asking these things

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

CopyCat

This was written after a match of copycat w my boyfriend. If i had a nickel for every time i lived becuz someone i knew was the killer, i would have two nickels which isnt a lot

Rated Mature | Warning: Aesop just Aesop

The game supposedly is simple, they said that about Tarot and Blackjack which is not easy! You have the role of Detective, you… Honestly, you do not understand how you are supposed to find clues as everyone is running around doing something to their assigned goals. You find the tasks are easy but finding them is not, as you partially know your way around this creepy unsettling map… Not that you get many matches here.

“What are you doing?” Aesop says from behind you as you are refolding the towels after obtaining a rag… You have no idea why the task wants you to find a rag. You look up from your crouch form and smile.

“My tasks.” Thinking nothing of it, “You?”

“Checking on you. I saw you run in here. You shouldn't be alone.”

“I wasn't at first. Norton was here until Luca passed by then he said he was gonna go check on him.” Standing up after putting everything back in place, “You want to see the piano with me?” Offering to stick close with the Embalmer.

“Yes.” He takes your hand, a first for you, and guides you to the church room with the piano.

Here he watches you attempt the task of playing a few piano notes. His eyes are not on you but on Norton who is hiding a body in another room as quietly as possible. You mess up and retry giving the perfect opportunity for the copycat to hide crime (after quickly killing Luca between the music playing).

“I swear Frederick makes this look easy. Fucking three times…” Finally done, “Aesop?” Turned to get up only to be greeted by his face up close filling your field of view.

He is closer in your personal space with his hand on top of the piano to hold himself in place above you, “(Name),” His eyes on your face then your lips, “A kiss.”

You stare at him completely flustered as Aesop is not the type to always ask for physical affection, you seek it more so from him while respecting his boundaries. You grip the edge of the seat, his finger hooked over the top of his medical mask. To anyone else this is nothing but to you it has you open your mouth ready to question but Aesop is quick to silence any words. His lips on yours without the mask are rare, his tongue in your mouth only happened once but the sensation was too much.

You grab his shoulders as one hand is on your thigh and the other behind your neck keeping you in place as he kisses you. You crumble easily, of course you do, you love Aesop, and anything he gives you is treasured— As he does with you. Your eyes close as you return the kiss the best way you can give the only other person is Joseph who honestly plays with you like a cat to a mouse.

Aesop is demanding your focus on his kiss, stealing your air before you can get it back between kisses. You do not see his eye is on Norton who hid the body and now is leaving to distance himself from the crime scene.

When Aesop pulls his lips away, he realizes he can taste the flower cake you were sharing with Emma before the match. Licking his lips noticing kissing you this way was not bad.

“A-Aesop…” You are completely a mess while he looks completely fine. “Uh… Wow.”

“Sorry,” Pulling back up his mask, “Thought it would make you feel better.”

“Huh… Oh! Yeah, heh, it made me honestly forget what I was upset about haha.” You wish he did not stop and take you on the piano like some scene in a periodic TV show, which reminds you he does have that one outfit…

“Emergency meeting called by the Fire Investigator!”

The announcement is loud from the old speakers.

Everyone is going over clues as the spotlights shift between each player. Aesop is quiet. You are antsy and keep playing the kiss over and over in your head, going a little past kissing.

“(Name)?” Emily's voice makes you snap back to reality, “What were you doing during the time of the murder?”

Without thinking, “Kissing Aesop.” You say than panic, “Doing a task in the piano room then kissing Aesop!”

Silence… “So that clears them…” Says Edgar who sighs.

You mouth sorry to Aesop who sits across you but he looks rather pleased with himself.

When the meeting ends, no one is voted out, you go back to doing your task. No piano but you need to go paint? More like tracing what is painted there already.

Aesop walks by you while following Victor, he glares at Norton who is going to strike you but raises his hands as if he is joking.

Next emergency meeting, Edgar is voted out after trying to blame Florian for the death of Victor. Poor Charles found the body.

You really hate this game is literally Among Us from your time, or that other game Town of Salem. It feels rather fucked up given how after this each person has to depend on each other in matches.

“Are you okay?” Aesop asks after the second meeting.

“Yeah, just… This game would be better for the hunters. At least they don't have to rely on each other.”

“Why?”

“This is a game of lies. Lying to one another, the accuser and the accused. I can't tell who to trust or who to be alone with I—” His hands on your face as to center you with the cold texture on your heating face.

“Do you trust me?”

In your frazzled state, “Yes.”

“Good. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Aesop would rather kill you himself but you are going to be last. The others are a problem, especially Charles, “Stay in plain sight.” And you do.

The Detectives win because you love doing tasks… You are definitely a bit scared of Aesop as he lied to you yet kept his word. You weren't harmed even though it cost the copycats the match.

The kiss is not letting you stay mad at him.

[heartshapedbubble]

omg i was answering this req and when i saved it to my drafts I COULDN'T EDIT IT??? so i deleted it in hopes to remake it BUT THE ASK WAS GONE fuck you tumblr :(( im so sorry anon you know who you are

aesop carl, qi shiyi and frederick kreiburg w/ a singer s/o hcs⚰️🪈🎼

aesop carl⚰️

...you'd have to do most of the initiation with him. aesop carl is not impolite, not at all, but the crippling anxiety overcoming him makes it hard to go beyond a "hello" or any other introduction. he has a lot of nice things to say to you, romantic even, but during the first couple of months you'll have to basically yank them out of him

aesop is horrible with words, and would rather just hide away and hope you notice how he feels about you. in his eyes, the simple things he does with you - small talk, exchanges of handkerchiefs and drinks by the table, midnight walks when everyone's asleep - are acts of confessing his love. to him, trust equals love, and love equals assistance and communication.

something that he's even more afraid, though, is singing. talking can be quiet, unnoticeable, blending in with everyday noises, but singing is always noticeable. the change of pitch can be caught even by an untrained ear, and the ensuing confrontation, to him, is terrifying.

you fascinate him, a lot. unlike him, you're not afraid to set your voice free, letting it echo through the room and spin around you like a ribbon. kind of like an aura, it attracts passerbys and always leaves them standing in awe, even if it's just for a minute. that kind of confidence is impressive, and he himself finds it rather enchanting.

as you train your voice on the podium, enjoying yourself and twirling around in your flowy robes as if there's nobody around, the last thing that's on your mind right now is a potential secret admirer somewhere nearby. the secret admirer being aesop, of course. he's crouching in one of the loges, partly sick to the stomach because someone might walk in on - or even worse, you may notice - him, partly enjoying your outstanding performance.

qi shiyi🪈

she thinks you two make for a pretty nice duet ;)

you two clash at moments, as she enjoys and is used to the more "formal" arts such as opera and your field of interest is musicals, but overall she's enarmored by your talent and your charisma. jazz, rock, ballad or aria, a strong voice does not go unnoticed.

once she softens up to you, you'll notice just how much she enjoys your voice. as you comb her hair, she asks you to sing something for her. when you two are fast asleep, her head is on your chest, listening to your soft hums as she's lulled to sleep. calls you her songbird as she wraps her arm around your waist and spins you around in your brand new costume.

here and there she'll dust off her old flute and play a nostalgic melody or two. it's even better when enrichened with your singing, and it motivates her to jump back on her feet and do a little three-step as she plays

frederick kreiburg🎼

he's not a wunderkind, but being surrounded by music from a young age he has quite the trained ear. he can quickly differentiate between a powerful mezzosoprano and a rich, dark alto. a lot of insinuations and jokes have been made behind your back about how you two are perfect for each other, but he just rolls his eyes, not bothering with empty gossip.

thanks to the unisolated manor walls, at one point he'll hear some vocal exercises coming from your room

am i losing my mind again? he thinks to himself, looking around in wonder. he stays in the hallway for a little longer, trying to find the source of this haunting voice - and it will take time, oh, indeed, but eventually he'll knock on your door and unintentionally kick off your relationship

as expected, he enjoys playing alongside you. motivating him to crack his knuckles and sit in front of the piano again is hard, but the both of you know your irresistible smile will not leave him any other choice....

mostly picks out german lieder from his collection of sheet music, but of course, adapts to your wishes - something more energetic works great as a warm up

he's the happiest when he performs alongside you on the podium. nothing makes his face light up like when he watches you sing from behind the piano, gesturing towards the audience and slowly dancing to the composition unraveled by his fingers, basking under the golden spotlight.

[nrmcil]

Silk Ribbons Come Undone

Aesop Carl x Reader. Please be warned that there are mentions of death.

There is stillness in the air, a sort of peace that could make one uncomfortable. Yet, you were there, making such an opposing statement.

You were sleeping in a place that many would not willingly choose to rest in.

Aesop walked in, his makeup box in the grip of both hands. He made a beeline towards you, but you were too relaxed to notice. He doesn’t mind that you didn’t pay him any attention.

He pulled down his mask and gave you a small peck on your forehead before pulling up his mask again, a routine that you both would follow whenever you see each other. At least, when he sees you.

His heart palpitated for a moment, it always happens when he’s with you. He admired you for your silence, you truly had a face made for a peaceful slumber.

If Jerry were still here, he would have been proud of you, Aesop.

He opened up his makeup kit and went to work.

Every stroke he made was delicate, much like you. A natural tint of color on your lips, darkening your eyebrows to prevent their fading color, some blush to make you appear livelier.

When he stepped back to admire his work, he made some notable observations.

White flowers suit you, but the ones he used are now wilting and drying out. He will fetch you some more soon.

The pillow you slept on appeared soft, but it made you look too stiff. He will find one that would compliment your pretty face.

But most importantly, you lost your smile. He wondered, when did you lose it?

Was he too occupied in his work to see your dissatisfaction? He always found pleasure in seeing you in a good mood.

But he doesn’t dare to even attempt to fix it, he doesn’t like the idea of forcing you to do something that you wouldn’t want to do. He prefers to be natural rather than use artificial methods to get what he wants.

So is there any way to see your gentle smile again? Please? For Aesop?

He would have to meet you in the afterlife if he wanted to ask such a request.

You lied there lifelessly, despite his attempts to make you appear alive. You should be sleeping, he thought.

But he can already tell that your body is becoming more difficult to work with.

Your imperfections are showing, your skin is graying ever so slowly and your tissue is thinning out. He’s kept your face together for so long that he forgot to maintain the rest of you. How unprofessional of you, Aesop.

He’s slowly losing you, even though he was the one who was supposed to send you off with dignity.

Is there any regret in putting you to sleep?

Your silence was profound.

Even if you had such a lovely face when you slept, your grace was even lovelier when you were awake.

Why am I doubting myself? I am the embalmer after all, I should know that this would eventually happen.

Aesop could only lower his eyelids as he gazed at you endearingly. He placed his gloved hand on yours, imitating intimate gestures.

Thoughts like these conflict with each other in the embalmer's mind.

He found himself reminiscing the nights where he found you, the perfect person.

You were supposed to be his “silent friend”, so why does he find the silence discomforting all of a sudden?

[sandwichfordinner]

Since requests are open can I have a one shot of Aesop with a fem reader getting a bride and groom skin please ?

Aesop with a female!reader getting a bride and groom skin

Of course! It didn’t really turn like an oneshot which I am terribly sorry 😭

Artist: _void_void_0

Emil and Ada weren’t the only couple in the manor, of course it was you and Aesop. He was always so gentle with you, he is not that loud type of partner , in fact he is the quiet and calm one. You are that person that always talks and Aesop always listens, and his only responses are nods or hums.

He never leaves your sight even in rough times , he is that type of guy that tries his best to calm you down even most of the times he fails. He doesn’t really like being touched, but when there are times like those he tries to hold your hand or tries to hug you not awkwardly. But he is so sweet!

Emil and Ada’s white day skins were announced for their anniversary, which was very sweet , but surprisingly you and Aesop got one too. It was a bride and a groom skin which maybe have made Emil and Ada jealous. They sure got one too but not a bride or groom!

Both of you and Aesop were shocked. You didn’t expect for the both of you to have this kind of skins??

You looked back at Aesop and he was froze in place, you could see a little bit of red on his cheeks.

You laughed at his reaction , snapping him from his thoughts. He looked at you confused and red at the same time.

,,Oh I love these, I can’t wait to match with my partner!’’

You said to make him blush even more, which of course did and looked down from shyness.

He even had an accessory that has a carry animation - bridal style.

Most of the times he couldn’t take his eyes off you.. You were just so stunning!

A thing that happened in a match. Both of you were running to the exit gate, and the hunter chasing behind you two and Aesop does this. He picks you up quickly and runs towards the exit gate a little faster, making you blush really deeply. He indeed is strong , of course because he is an embalmer.

After the match he was a panting mess. He put you down se he can catch his breath. This made you worry for him , and sat him down on one of the old wooden chairs, quickly going to the kitchen for water.

As you returned you saw him getting more and more calmer but he looked like he needed to drink some water. You gave him the glass of water which he accepted, removed his mask and drank.

After that he looked really tired. Man he ran so fast just so you don’t get hurt , what a gentleman. He is indeed the one and only man you will marry in the future. He thought the same too.

[blvb]

Makeup

I am right now doing my makeup, and I have an idea. The embalmer doing your makeup, like practicing, for fun or just you're not doing it correctly. 

(like me it's just a mess and don't let me start with nail polish, it's everywhere.)

so I might do some writing later about this idea and might also with the brain freeze.

[teaabun]

I dont need to say more

[bimboothefool]

Say ♭◎◎!

Content Warning!! WEE WOO WEE WOO!! This contains pre-established relationship, one mention of a reanimated corpse and overall Aesop having special interests!

Having a ghost boyfriend was definitely interesting to say the least, Aesop was always fascinated by modern technology and such. Considering he pretty much kicked the bucket before they were invented. And the way you two met was equally bizarre.

You can vividly remember the first time you met him, he was haunting the house you're now living in which was pretty old. The house was located in a small neighborhood where neighbors warned you and told you not to buy it. For Aesop's Ghost will haunt you or something along those lines. Undeterred by this, you decided to snap a photo of him and he looked a bit terrifying to put it frankly. He looked decayed and almost like a reanimated corpse as he reached out to you.

Though that photo only served as fuel for your ever growing curiosity, all Aesop really did was be near you whenever you weren't looking or paying attention. However when you did make eye contact with him, he'd disappear. Whenever the room was cold, you knew he was there. Sometimes you pretend he wasn't there given you didn't want to scare him.

After a while of staying and learning who Aesop was. Aesop was slowly getting used to your presence. Sometimes he started to stay once you looked at him, even following and observing you. It was a bit nerve wracking the first couple times it happened, though his presence became more comforting overtime.

For a bit he never says much but, he'd point at stuff and ask. “What's that?” And you'd give him a straightforward answer. He'd ask for explanations from time to time, but only if it ever piqued his interest. He decided to ask about the camera, over time he'd start borrowing your camera to take pictures around the house. Even in areas that weren't accessible to you yet.

He'd always take such beautiful photos, it got to a point where you bought him his own camera. You even decorated it with stickers he liked, he never stopped gently touching the stickers on his camera with his gloved hands. Though the room felt warm, which was probably a good sign telling you Aesop was happy.

“...thank you (y/n)...” Aesop softly in a hushed tone, averting his eyes away from you. “Oh no problem! I just wanted to give you something nice as a thank you gift for letting me stay here.” You replied with a smile, Aesop holds the camera close.

He deeply treasured the camera and would often ask questions on how to properly take care of it, along with how to keep it clean. Letting you know when it was running out of film, overall was pretty responsible with his camera. Aesop would sometimes ask you to pose more and more over time. He'd even take pictures of you doing mundane stuff, like doing chores or watering the plants.

Then one day Aesop gave you his photo album, with a smile you both took a trip through the photos he'd taken. He shyly confessed his love for you, which you happily accepted.

~~

Which brings you to now, you got a text from Luca saying he wanted to pay a visit with Andrew and the others. You looked up from your phone to see Aesop looking out the window. It was raining outside today, he'd always watch the rain pour. “Hey Aesop, my friends wanna pay us a visit.” His grey eyes looked over to you and soon he looked down nervously. You suddenly remembered he's not used to multiple people especially if they're new.

“How about this, you don't have to show up when they come over. You can observe them, get a feel for them. Luca's a bit wild, but everyone is very sweet. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.” You got up and sat next to him, holding his hand. It didn't phase through you since Aesop is letting you touch him.

“... just don't make too much noise… …okay?” He asked, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I promise, Aesop!” You happily said, agreeing to uphold his wishes. “If you ever feel comfortable I'll introduce you to them. Remember my room is always available to you, I don't wanna overstimulate you.” Aesop felt his heart flutter, you've always been so kind and considerate of his needs.

To finally have someone finally give him the patience and kindness he never got, filled him with absolute joy. It may be the bare minimum, but to him it meant the whole world to him.

“...thank you (y/n)... …it means a lot to me..” He mumbled as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Heheh you're welcome!” You said, gently patting his head and running your fingers through his hair.

~~

You texted the chat saying you wanna do a spooky movie marathon, they agreed and got snacks and drinks. Soon they all got here and you greeted them, giving them a small house tour, except for your room. When they asked why, you replied. “Oh it's still getting some renovations.”

Andrew was always looking behind you and felt a presence near him. He'd always look back, but saw nothing. “(Y/n)..?” You hummed and asked. “Yeah what's up Andrew?” Andrew twiddled his fingers and decided to outright ask. “Is your house usually this cold?” Luca, Victor and Edgar stopped walking. “Yeah now that you mentioned it. Usually I'd chalk it up to this house being really old, but you would've fixed the heating by now.” Luca pointed out, Victor nodded in agreement. “Honestly yeah I gotta agree. Like something's watching us.” Said your blonde haired friend.

'I wanna say oh that's my boyfriend Aesop who's also a ghost, but that would sound pretty crazy.' You sweated internally, trying to think up a logical excuse. Soon you felt his hand on your shoulder, Edgar was the first to notice his hand. He looked utterly petrified, which was a rare look.

“...(y/n). I'm not sure if this house is making me crazy, bu–but there's a hand on your shoulder…” Edgar points at your shoulder, soon Andrew, Victor and Luca's eyes widen as well. “St–Stay calm (Y/n), we'll save you..!” Luca says, losing his mind.

'They can see him..? Though I'm guessing he's teasing them.’ You sighed and said aloud. “Alright Aesop stop teasing them, they're not gonna hurt me.” Aesop reluctantly makes the rest of his form appear. Your group of misfit friends soon go quiet, Aesop is really feeling the deafening silence. “Holy shit the rumors were true. That's Aesop Carl, the Embalmer who haunts this house…” Luca says with astonishment in his voice. “Yep and he's my boyfriend… Surprise!” You said nervously with jazz hands.

“How?!” They asked, you dreaded this, but knew that an explanation was a must right now.

~~

“I can't believe you got a ghost boyfriend!” Luca was utterly excited by this, Aesop sits in his chair stimming with a sensory toy you got him. “Turns out he's nothing, but a big sweetheart! He just needs patience and space if needed.” You said, happy to finally be able to tell them that you and Aesop are dating.

“He's also been using me as his model to practice his makeup skills on and taking pictures of it.” Luca asks for photos immediately and Aesop goes to get the album.

Aesop swiftly returns and shows the album, all of your friends are in awe of his skills. “You know what we should do?” Luca gave a look to everyone, they know he's got an idea. “A Halloween photoshoot?” Edgar asks and Luca happily nods.

“Only if Aesop's comfortable, he can get overwhelmed when there's too much noise and people.” Victor hums and his eyes light up. “Let's do it here! That'll leave us to get our costumes ready!” Andrew and Edgar agreed, I looked at Aesop. “Are you comfortable doing that Aesop?”

He nods silently. “I'll do your looks too if you'd like. We'll just need to prepare ahead of time.”

We all agreed and our Halloween photoshoot plan was ready to be planned.

~~

After weeks of planning, Halloween had arrived and Aesop was doing my makeup first, while the others waited their turn. “Thanks Aesop, I gotta hand it to you. You're doing great and I'm happy you got along with everyone, even Andrew!” Aesop waves his hand shyly, clearly flustered by your praises. “...you're welcome! ..it's the least I can do for you as your lover.”

“Yeah, but know I owe you one! Say the words and if it's within my power I'll do it!” Aesop smiles underneath his mask.

After doing everyone's makeup, everyone got into their positions. We started to take photos in the house. “...ready?” Aesop asked, everyone replied with a hearty yes. “Alright, say Boo!” He said and soon he took the first of many photos.

~~

On the first day of November, you made yourself some food. Aesop gently tapped your shoulder, you looked back and smiled at him. “I think I know what I want.” Aesop says in a tone that was definitely not his usual hushed tone. “Fire away Aesop!” You said and he responded. “If you can, could we plant yellow roses? That way the garden feels more lively. That's all I want!” Aesop said not wanting to be selfish.

“Of course, let's grow them together! If there's any other plant you want in the garden let me know. This is our house, let's take care of it together!”

“Yes, this is our home.” Aesop said warmly, taking off and revealing his bright smile.

[scenesniper]

You are my hero 😭 as a nonbinary afab person, I feel like almost all fanfics are meant for cis women. If it’s alright, could I request sfw &/or nsfw headcanons for Aesop please? It’s totally okay if not, thank you for your posts regardless 💜

☆ aesop carl ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / aesop carl x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / possession, jealous themes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, mutual & guided masturbation, clothed fingering, mentions of being sex obsessed

word count / 1,346 words

author's note / thank you anon, i'm honored to know that you seen with my works! i went a bit far while writing this and i'm honestly shocked as i thought i didn't write as much.

SFW

☆ aesop carl is a quiet, reserved man. he keeps to himself, something that everyone knows all too well. he’s neat and tidy, nothing is ever misplaced as long as it’s aesop carl’s belongings. visitors would visit the mortuary and the sight of aesop being in charge was considered to be a blessing in that little town, a good sign as yours or your loved one’s will would be properly passed on by his respectable hands.

☆ meeting you and getting to know you, he’s unsure on what to think of you as. you’re just an inexplicable mystery to him. in fact, there’ll probably be times where he would believe what he feels for you is loathing.

☆ if you’re quiet, he’ll still think of you as annoying albeit he’s fond to those silent. if you’re loud and chatty, he’ll want to just shut up and imagine you still and dead but then felt uncomfortable with the idea of you dead, a thought he’s unfamiliar with.

☆ he will find your presence more bearable over time but would keep to himself, only truly looking at you in the distance. he wouldn’t pursue you per se, it would start off slow, aesop believing he’s involving himself in your life with the occasional nod and a greeting regarding the time of day (which only happens little often as aesop doesn’t want to admit, he yearns for an emotional connection with you).

☆ if by a miracle, he shows a bit of himself to you, take that opportunity as fast as you can as he’s fast to hide back in his shell. aesop is a listener. if you have a lot to say, he’ll listen despite not being very interested in what people tend to say, he’ll hyperfocus on you. if you’re not much of a talker, he enjoys your silent company. he’s not very fond of small talk, he prefers long and detailed conversations with depth.

☆ aesop randomly thinking about you during his day, whether it’s when he’s doing his job or he’s out late at night with little to no energy but a mere little lunch, that’s when he knows that there is something about you that his subconscious just desires. aesop is a possessive and easily jealous man but even he, himself does not acknowledge that. he feels entitled over you.

☆ getting to date aesop carl, you will have to be very patient as he prefers having it at his pace. it’ll start off with his shoulders brushing against yours, a quick glance at your direction, discreetly holding your wrist. you seriously questioned if he even liked you.

☆ aesop is a private man and is not a big fan of intimacy or public displays of affection. he hasn’t touched many people in his life, minus the dead bodies that he has to attend to. so for that very reason, he’s highly sensitive to the touch of another.

☆ once he does get a bit more comfortable (which will still take quite some more time), he’s prone to being easily flustered by you and your actions. if you got too impatient by his advances and started to lead the relationship, he gets very flustered by avoiding your gaze and covering his mouth, inadvertently unaware that he’s wearing a face covering.

☆ kissing with aesop is like a quick dream. not that it’s heavenly, but it goes by so far you can barely register anything of it and question what it even was. at first, he’ll give you quick pecks on the lips and call it a day. as you grow closer with him, those quick pecks would turn into needy kisses for you.

☆ he needs to feel you, skin to skin. your warmth and your little quiver, memorize the shape of your lips and mold his mouth with yours. he’s an absolute messy kisser (and not that very good with it). he’ll try to reciprocate your actions if you try your best to amend his awkward kissing but it’s all for naught. aesop is a fast learner and will learn but when he wants you, no, needs you, and you’re looking at him with that beautiful look that he so loves. he’s just going to go in with no thoughts attached behind it.

NSFW

☆ aesop isn’t the kind to touch himself, really, he’s never paid attention to his physical needs. never having anything to really think about while touching himself, he found it completely dull and tiring. until you, his muse. he’ll pleasurably touch himself to thought of you inside the confines of his bedroom with only a singular candle, its’ light dying away deep in the night. the guilt questionable as he got off more to how disrespectful he felt.

☆ having sex with aesop, he sees sex as something so intimate that it should only be kept in the bedroom and the bedroom only. he will be viewing your body more of like an examination as he does with corpses, his gaze not timid. he’ll touch the areas he’s expecting reactions from you and drag his gloved finger on your body, just for you to squirm over his cold touch.

☆ he’s average in size, it’s skinny but he does know how to use it. he loves doing all sorts of positions with you, each night a new position. he wants to feel all sorts of intimacy with you in every way possible. he loves to pin your hands above your head, your wrists would over time begin to strain from the pressure he’s giving your wrists.

☆ if you wear lipstick, he loves it plastered all over his collar. he finds it so appealing. he absolutely loves tears in the bedroom and god does he have an orgasm fixation. cry for him, whine for him, beg for him. gasp his name and hold him tight by his shoulders or grip his thighs. he loves to wipe your tears. “shh darling.. you’re so good so far.”

☆ mutual and guided masturbation. he loves being enchanted by the sight of you, staring at him in such a vulnerable state. he can’t contain himself, he has to touch himself as well. he loves guided masturbation for both ways, especially you directing him where he can and where he can’t touch to those areas that needs the most attention. he loves to be in control of your autonomy in this way, hearing you beg him. it’s serene.

☆ he doesn’t like the being all sweaty and your heated bodies touching one another so most of the overstimulating is from him fingering you. he does it with his gloves, in a trance every time he sees your essence staining his clothed fingers by the end of it every night. he loves to admire your cum seeping out but quickly tries to clean it up with his fingers as he’s not a big fan of the mess.

☆ once aesop has felt and got sex on his mind, he’s going to be completely sex obsessed. he’s always thinking about you with little to no clothing, in a cute little lace lingerie. those are the thoughts that’s been keeping him going after a tiring day at work. all he can think about is him being inside you, his fingers on your body and inside that perfect spot that he knows will have your back arching every time.

☆ aftercare with aesop is him always cleaning up. there will always be a bath followed immediately after he finishes changing the sheets and wiping your body off, preferably bathing together as he feels after a physically charged act with one another, this simple act of familiarity makes it feel more like he’s living.

☆ after the bath, he will rest in bed with you either being up for a few more minutes thinking about the littlest of things and salvage the importance of this memory. he’ll lean in with a forehead kiss, for the first few moments in his life, he’s finally content with his life. “rest well, doll.”

[kohabielnin]

Helo,hello , I really really enjoy your Truth and inference series, and I'm so happy that your request box is open.

/*excited noises

Can I request the whole truth and inference cast reacting to a modern reader?(I really think there should be more idv x modernreader fictions),thank you, thank you.😘

Of course, I love exploring more of the T&I universe so it always excites me to be asked something about

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• When he discovered it, it was as if a million new possibilities had appeared to him,

• If with the knowledge of the time, it was already dangerous, with modern knowledge then...

• Everyone realized that he was treating you better than he treated others, just so he wouldn't lose you to Mr. Inference,

• Tuberose got a little jealous when he realized that D.M was treating you well and Gatto was deeply afraid of that,

• Passing on the knowledge you have to D.M can be one of the most dangerous things to do, you can't predict what this man will do,

• In general, even though he has ulterior motives for you, he seems to treat you well because he wants to, not to get information out of you, he is a real mystery

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• He found this extremely interesting when he learned,

• Just as he found it interesting, the concern came in threefold,

• He doesn't want D.M to find out for fear of what his brother might do to you,

• Crimson also helps you hide your secret, since according to herself, nothing will stop her from treating you like a little sister,

• Sometimes, out of curiosity, Noir asks what things are like in the modern world and never ceases to be surprised by his answers,

• According to him, he would love to see how everything will turn out, but he knows he won't live long enough for that, so he is content just listening to their stories

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• First he was shocked, then excited, and finally confused,

• What would a person from the future be doing in the past, he thought, but the excitement of learning new things about chemistry was greater,

• He asked, even in a shy way, for you to teach everything you knew about medicine and modern chemistry,

• I can say that I have never seen a Gatto as excited as he was while you explained and demonstrated everything you knew to him,

• Even Cat was fascinated by his knowledge after making a delicious salmon dish that she had never even dreamed of trying before,

• You and Gatto made a promise that this would be your secret and no one else would know

Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar

• He was very excited for several reasons and one of them was that with his knowledge of his time, he would get evidence to put D.M behind bars,

• Lady Truth scolded him for thinking about using you to get rid of D.M, then he apologized to you,

• To make up for what he wanted to do, he bought you a basket of sweets which he shared with White and Lady Truth,

• You taught Mr. Inference everything you knew out of your own free will and he learned much faster than you imagined,

• For him, meeting you was like a blessing from the gods, after all, even if you weren't someone from modern times, you were still a great companion for him and his friends, so he felt grateful for that

White/Saphir Mélodis

• When you felt comfortable telling him, it was his happiest day, even though he already knew,

• Every fraction of a second, this boy asked a different question,

• Even though it was tiring answering so many questions, seeing his surprised and interested look, it was worth all the tiredness,

• Whenever you finish answering his questions, q he will say that I would love to be able to see with my own eyes what you are talking about,

• Even if it feels sad in your chest to hear him say that and know it's a lie, you still smile and say, who knows...

• Of course he notices that you are sad and showers you with affection, after all, for him, seeing your sad face is worse than death

[rockstvrdotcom]

can you write idv aesop x reader please nsfw please

☦︎☬☤// "pretty lil' doll"

AESOP CARL X FEM! READER NSFW

WTF APRIL 13 I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER SAW THIS WTF IM SO SORRYYY </3

tw/cw: bondage, overstimulation, pet names, praise, hickeys, oral sex

guys rhis is gonna be a lil sweet a lil cute ykwim

"fuck.. you taste so good, doll" aesop mumbled before resuming to eating you out. he's been sucking and licking at your soaked pussy for hours now, your legs hoisted up on his shoulders.

tears of overstimulation prickled at the corner of your eyes, mouth open and dry. your gaze shifted to aesop who was happily enjoying his meal and palming himself through his pants.

you wanted to grip the sheets— but your hands were tied to the headboard above you. you panted as you watched him finally pull away from your sopping cunt.

you sighed in relief, thinking it was over until he began to leave butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs; kisses turned into nibbles— nibbles turned into hickeys.

aesop then got up, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough so that his cock can spring out. "aesop- please, it's too much-" before you could finish he shushed you.

"it's ok, my love. surely you can take more right? be a good girl for me." he cooed, smiling a sickly sweet smile. you nodded, his sweet words going straight down to your pussy.

he lined up his tip with your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit. after a while, he finally pushed his dick in you. a moan escaped your throat, your back arching. you were still sensitive from before. "fuck, (y/n)... you're so warm.." he whispered. he began to thrust in and out, his thumb drawing circles with your clit that was still soaked in his saliva.

sounds of skin against skin and the bed creaking filled the room. you whimpered with each time his tip made contact with your cervix.

you clenched and tightened around him. you moaned, able to feel the veins etched into his dick. he leaned down, slowing down his pace a little and kissing you all over your neck.

you tugged at the leather belt that held your hands together, wanting to tug at aesops hair. he undid the belt then flipped you over— quickly thrusting back inside of you; this time more rougher and faster than before. you cried out in pleasure, gripping the sheets.

you could feel him throbbing inside you; a sign he was close, and so were you— but you were closer. and he could tell. he picked up his pace, going deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust even when you thought it wasn't possible anymore.

your vision went blank, a loud moan came out of you. aesop groaned when he felt you spasm around him, bringing him closer to his own release. you buried your face in the pillows, your hips thrusting back into aesops; riding out your high.

shortly after, you felt him cum inside of you. you whimpered, bathing in the feeling of being full. he laid down next to you, cock still inside of you.

he stroked your hair and played with it, leaving gentle kisses on your shoulders and up, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

feedback is appreciated!

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Aesop's Birthday Gift Is You

I love you grey little mouse!

Rated: Mature | Warnings: none is horny and sweet

Embalmer's room fits his job description and personality, or preference is a better word for it. Everything here is for his craft with a basic small bed by a dark corner to the side wall. Aesop is content, so long as he can work and keep to himself in peace, he is content.

“Happy Valentine's Day, (Name).” He gifted the flowers to you after your impactful words, words he did not expect any living person to care about his work. Your outlook and input are something he did not find many from his time who cares about his profession…

Then you came along like the sunrise upon a grave, another morning shining on all even those who passed. Aesop found you are the sun, blinding and inescapable, warm, and something he did not realize how much he wanted. The Embalmer knows he is… Not the typical partner, the ones he has read in books or seen like Ada and Emil— He is grateful you love him so much, adjusting for his comfort.

You are the sun and he is the earth.

Aesop is limited in how intimate he can be with you (you refuse to say he is limited, you tell him this often and happily take what he gives). He wants to give more, give those things lovers give each other. Aesop appreciates it, appreciates you, it however does not stop him from wanting you to experience his touch without crossing his limits.

Then he found a way! Something you can appreciate and something that satisfies his desire for you.

“Aesop Carl.” You say out loud, “Aesop Carl.” You sound adored right now to him. He puts back the syringe that he used to inject the anesthesia, a slow-acting one to give him time with you.

With glossy eyes currently looking up at the ceiling, “Aesop,” This time saying his first name quickly. “Carl.” Now slowly saying his last name.

Affectionately he adjusts his position to fix the blanket over your body, “Is something the matter?” Checking on you as he stands above the coffin you are lying in.

It is going to be very hard to explain why you are in an open coffin and not dead.

First, this coffin is not the usual coffins Aesop uses for those to be buried, this coffin glows!— Well, it supposedly does more than that from what Hippocampus told you.

Two, part of what one was getting into is that you were asked by Aesop— Hippocampus, an alternate reality version of Aesop (the logistics of that statement is not something you are going to try to understand or explain. Just accept it with this wacky manor)— To sleep in the dream coffin.

“I want your last name.” You saw as waves sooth you, “So pretty.” Blunt, you are very blunt about love, “Aesop…”

“Shh,” You are talking nonsense, “Don't fight it,” The Embalmer's gloved hand touching your cheek, “Go on, I will watch over you.” He means that too.

Anytime he used drugs or toys on you, he made sure to always be mindful of what you could or could not take.

You see him then the world fades away to darkness.

Hippocampus

When you wake up— No, you still are dreaming! You know you are because everything is different! There you stand in the coffin, the coffin disappearing into the water you are standing on. The realm, like some dungeons and dragons scene with the warlock's patron, is dreamlike! The crescent moon high in the sky is surrounded by nebulae and stars! The water ripples making a soothing sound like in those ASMR sleeping meditation videos.

Beautiful and peaceful.

Then you see him.

He looks like the costume you have seen Aesop wear a few times, Hippocampus is what it is called. The figure is—

“Aesop, you're huge!” Shouting in this dream void getting his attention from his drowsy state. He is lying down as eyes lock on you.

“My dreamer,” He yawns, “I am glad to see you.” A sleepy smile on his handsome face, “So he dreams about you in this way.”

“Huh?” You did not look at yourself and when you did look down at your reflection in the water, “AH!” Pulling down his shirt as you are only in your underlings and the Embalmer top he always wears.

Hippocampus chuckles, “Cute.” Though he wears a mask, you know he is smiling gently at you. “No need to be ashamed, I am him and this dream is created for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, his gift is to express his love for you.” His hand moved towards you and a finger used to rub your cheek, “Our joy, like a shooting star.”

You are bashful, smiling wide and looking away, “Aesop…”

“There are many ways he wishes to give you our gift. You need only to accept.”

“Just accept… But it's his birthday!”

“We are aware. You are the greatest gift in our lives, my dreamer. To give you this, will give us joy.”

It is sweet to know Aesop loves you, he does not always say it but he tries. You are happy with him, in love with him, and glad to know his other selves like you too.

“Dreamer, we offer you a piece of us each.” Speaking once more, “For the love you show Aesop, we only ask this of you to share it with us.”

“Can you tell me who us is?”

“You shall see.” The world becomes hazy and you stumble backward into a coffin before falling asleep again.

Trickster

This one is called Trickster, he is from a world being taken over by something called the Abyss. Apparently, in that world, you were corrupted by the Abyss. Isolating yourself as you created creatures made from the Abyss. You, the one who is only trapped in a manor, is the closest he has seen to the one he loves.

Trickster is a bit emotional, needing to touch your hand or kiss you— A lot of kissing as you are you but not you from this world, not that matters as you give back the affection he needs badly. You hold him, keeping him in your arms as his mouth wanders from your lips to your neck.

Aesop, this Aesop is not like yours, lives up to his codename. Loving you as he does for the other you while also teasing you too. Keeping you breathless from giggling as he tickles you.

He wants your smile, your laugh, your gasps, and your moans fresh in his mind. He will keep this memory of you, the Abyss will not take that away from him.

The naked lover in his arms who says his name in the sweetest way he recalls before that thing took you, this is you, the one he needs to separate from the horror he saw.

“I love you.” Saying to you as if he has to let you go, “I'm sure he does too.” He does have to let you go, the other you is not the same as you… They are tainted, the one he loved died a long time ago.

“It is nice to know in another world you and I still find one another.”

His smile is sad as you fall asleep.

Watchman

When you wake up to this Aesop, you are pretty sure of two things: there are people around the covered bed (one of those fancy beds with curtains around it types) and you are naked. Naked with markings on you. You should ask what the hell is going on, you should not just be letting him worship you, again you are very weak for Aesop.

One with dragon scales is really hot to you.

You moan, and your body feels like more hands are touching you as he whispers strange words on your skin. This is like some Dungeons and Dragons sex tape thing that is doing wonders for you as the moment his mouth is on your intimate part, you are gone! Not to say you are certainly going to be confused about this experience, but you will say the cult dragon thing vibes are having you cum faster than you expected too. Also, you realize the marks and seed left on and in you are gone! It is like Trickster never touched you which hurts but you know why.

All of this is a dream, each Aesop is dreaming of their time with you or a version of you.

You are glad when you feel him inside of you, glad when speaks to you though you understand nothing he is saying. He is not much of a kisser, he kisses like he going to eat you but stops as if realizing he cannot do that. Rough until you show him how to move, his nails are sharp like claws and threaten to cut skin, you biting the scales on his neck gets him going. Oh, and you bite and scratch his back as he moves inside of you, on his lap riding him as he speaks more to you but then you recognize the few words he says.

“I love you.” It is by chance that you cum with him as he tells you those words, you are grateful to cum at those words and with him. His cock buried deep within you marking you as much as he has marked your body.

“Aesop,” You feel tired, “Aesop.”

He shushed you and you realize he is purring and he is warm, you hate how comforting as he rubs your sore thigh while kissing your shoulder apologetically for his bites break skin several times.

The damn you pass out again and with no way to ask what the hell happened outside of semi-dragon sex.

Exorcist

“Welcome, (Name).”

You rub your eyes, blink a few times, then yawn, “Huh? Oh.” Waking up a bit to the smell of warm tea and the sound of wind passing through trees and grass, “This isn’t a bed.” Surprised to see yourself sitting at the tea table at… Night? The crescent moon is high in the sky and the garden is illuminated by lanterns.

“No, my apologies if you were expecting another Aesop to take you.” He is currently pouring himself a cup of tea, “I have not had the pleasure of meeting you yet in my world.”

“Then how do you know me?” Examining the teacup he must have made you while you were phasing in? You are not going to think of the logic of that question/statement.

“I have met you but not in the others have,” Looking at you, studying you, “We have crossed paths in the form of combat.”

Right, because Exorcist is a vampire meaning… “Am I a vampire hunter!?” Excited.

“You are. One working with the church currently trying to find the Embrace.”

“Embrace… That must be like your vampire god, right?”

“In a form yes. Very observant.”

“I guess, I used to play a game where the Embrace was how vampires described their turning and their ‘father’ was Cain or something.” Shrugging, “I don’t understand why you would want to meet someone you do not know uh intimately.”

“Because you, the hunter, have plagued my thoughts night and day.”

You drink your tea has you make a ‘hm’ sound with a bit of a giggle coming from your throat. Those red eyes, his grey eyes with a red tint to them in the center, are studying you. Following how you swallow your tea carefully, then your hands.

“Aesop, please, either kiss me or wake me up this activating a lot of feelings.”

He places his elbows on the table as his hands make a bridge for him to rest his chin on, “Oh?” As if he fucking knows! “Does my other self often stare?”

“Yes, mostly at my face though.” He is an Emblamer so it makes sense he wants to memorize your face within his mind.

“Understandably, you are a sight to see.”

Oh, you definitely giggled which made him laugh at the sweetness of it. You both talked more, mostly him listening to you talking about random things.

When you started to yawn, he took your hand, your left hand, rubbing the place where a ring would be on your ring finger. “Such a lovely creature you are, (Name). Like the sun.”

You close your eyes with a smile on your face.

You open your eyes to Aesop, your grey mouse, checking your vital then falling forward when you snatch him into your arms pulling him into the coffin as you kiss his face a million times.

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HELLO EVERFYNYAN

can i request ganji and aesop with a modern s/o hcs who listens to lofi and/or rnb to help them unwind after a match? just like helps their mind and body slow down after such a high-stress and high-tension situation..

HARROOOO ^_^ of course!!!!!

ganji gupta and aesop carl with an s/o who listens to rnb/lofi hcs🏏⚰️

ganji gupta🏏

ganji is not someone who's ultra picky about music tbh

like, if something is new to him he might be confused or intrigued at first, but he comes to terms with it quite quickly

when it's you who's relaxing after a match, then he always tags along😭 just spawns in your room and plops down on the bed by your side, inching closer to you and fulfilling his duty of The Big Spoon™

he doesn't even notice when you turn on the music tbh??? like he's so accustomed to the already relaxing atmosphere of your room that the noise just blends in

the fact that he's half asleep from the second he lays near you really doesn't help it

you'll have to point it out to him.... he's a bit eepy but he will comment on the music, saying it's quite good

he likes old rnb the most! he really, really likes the gospel/soul roots it has. something leaning towards jazz, like sade, might really suit him

not a music nerd as expected so if you go on and show him some streams/playlist he won't say much other than "mhm/nice/yeah?/that's neat" etc. but he still enjoys the quality time

+ and the fact that you're showing him something you're passionate about :)))))))) he's always willing to learn even if he doesn't have much knowledge on music in the first place

for him, as long as it sounds pleasant to his ears, it's good music

aesop carl⚰️

aesop, on the other hand, is VERY picky

he doesn't listen to music much but when he does, everything has to be perfect. noise cancelling headphones? on. equalizer? adjusted to a T. volume? not too loud, but not too quiet either.

in conclusion he's not a fan of anything loud lol. i do think that, out of music, he would really like classical music (i'd say like...romanticism or classicism? maybe add a few modern composers into the mix) and goth music (bauhaus enjoyer aesop real don't @ me) .... you can't really miss with good old dvořak and goth music, on the other hand, is quite calming to him, he really enjoys the vocals and the lyricism

so he'll come into your room, finally finding enough strength to tag along with you after a match, and actually be pleasantly suprised!

might not fit his style or his usual repertoire, but he has to admit it's quite calming

and it does put him at ease of some kind... i mean, it can't be bad if it's not extremely loud, right?

i think he might like reading with lo-fi in the background cccc:

when he's not using his trusty headphones he prefers analog music... poor aesop will go and ask you if there's any purchaseable lo-fi vinyls out there lol

he'd be very interested in exchanging music recommendations w/ you!!! link him some of your favourite songs and he'll hand you some of his favourite vinyls/lps c:

[snootysnoots]

-Flowers For My One & Only (IDV x Reader)-

-Luca Balsa-

Giving Luca flowers would make him flustered. He never really received flowers before and getting them from you made him so happy. He had such a silly smile on his face.

He made sure to put them in a vase with water. And each time he stared at the flowers, he couldn’t help but smile. 

He made sure to get you something too, whether it was a batch of flowers or some jewelry.

-Aesop Carl-

Giving Aesop flowers left him confused. To him, flowers were given to those who were deceased or their family. So he was very confused when given the flowers. Aesop knew he hadn't lost anyone recently and knew he wasn't dead, so what were these for?

After you told him why you gave him the flowers, he kind of just paused and stared. He was grateful but unsure of what to do, he never really received a gift before, or flowers for that matter.

But that didn't stop him from taking care of the flowers until death made them depart. He assembled a funeral for them when they fully died.

-Mike Morton-

He was jumping up and down when you gave them to him, he just couldn't stop smiling. He kissed you all over your face and said thank you after each kiss.

He made sure to give you flowers as well, he wanted his significant other to feel appreciated too. He probably made you a flower crown.

If he had the skin "Cunning" on, he probably took his top hat off and reached inside to give you a batch of colorful flowers. He has been waiting for this moment, the flowers were starting to wither so you knew he has been waiting to give you them.

-”Nightmare”-

He low-key would try to eat them. You had to pull the flowers away from him and explain to him that they are a gift. 

He was grateful, but he probably still tried to eat them. It took a few more tries before he stopped trying to eat them. You had to wrestle the big bitch to make him stop.

He did put them in a vase...but he probably didn't put water in it so the flowers died pretty fast.

He did write you a poem though as a form of thank you, he even nuzzled with you.

It has been so long since I’ve posted and I’ve been meaning to write for my boys. Originally I wasn’t gonna add “Nightmare” or Mike, but I thought it would be funny and I had ideas so I went for it. Have a nice day/night/afternoon!

[vinnsley]

can you write idv aesop x reader nsfw please

ofc! no problem!

~Aesop Carl x Reader NSFT HC's~

First, Consent. You both need to have a talk about consent and what you both feel comfortable doing with him, he is traumatized and has a lot of things he wouldn't allow anyone to touch, including you, his S/O.

When you two have your first time, i think he would give every single bodypart of your's attention, the same amount aswell knowing how on-spot he likes to be.

Following this ^ headcanon, he would keep a close eye on your reactions whenever he does a certain thing. For example, hitting a spot inside you and trying to see if you like it or you dont like it.

He would treat you like a porcelain doll, touching you with such care he didn't know he could touch something(/one) than the corpses he puts makeup on.

He won't go harsh/hard/fast even if scream for him to do, he thinks that sex is a very intimate thing in a relationship, a very serious thing that conveys how passionate you both are about eachother, you two are showing how much you both love eachother during sex.

He won't be too experimental in my opinion. He would (with hard explaining and talking to actually get him to) try bondage, like tying your hands back while sex. But i think, he wouldn't be comfortable and wouldn't like to have sex in public/semi-public areas. The intimate times are only for the bedroom and the bedroom only.

Threesome's and sex where there's another participant is off the table. He does not want to share you. You are for his and his eyes only.

He's possesive, even if he denies it, he is. Jealousy sex is on the table. He maybe even pick up his normal pace at times like those.

He very rarely jerks off. He never did and he only does when he's in a very close situation, for example you aren't there and he randomly gets hit with the hormones.

Aftercare is absolute HEAVEN. He is a clean freak so he will clean you, and even your bed if it get's messy (He prefers cumming inside you if you allow it, he despises if something get's stained but he wouldn't blame anyone for it.)