#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

[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.

[shinne55]

**Call an Exorcist! **

Aesop Carl Exorcit x neutral reader

Summary: Our embalmer is mistaken for an exorcist, much to his misfortune, and he never expected what was about to happen.

As Aesop crossed the building’s door, his mind was in a completely different, peaceful, and calm place, judging by his breathing. After the storm had stopped a few minutes earlier, he was dry from head to toe. With one hand holding his casket and the other holding the specific beats of his heart.

It wasn’t until late at night that they mistook him for an exorcist. They were confused by his connection to death due to his job as an embalmer, and their desperation for help, since no church was open during the week.

Considering the state of his appearance and attire—clothes he wouldn’t wear in his work uniform—he’d donned them because of the Halloween season and to seem more "confident" to clients. It seemed a complete lack of respect to him, so he didn’t wear it for that purpose, but he wouldn’t let the wasted fabric and effort go to waste.

A black and red leather suit with sharp spikes and studs. He repeated to himself that it was a token of gratitude for the gift, but even so, he didn’t find it comfortable to wear. By nighttime, after finishing a task that took longer than usual, he gathered his things and left for home. Apparently, with that appearance, he didn’t get annoying greetings or daily questions. Instead, he received a couple of stares and flirtatious glances from some young women.

Around the halfway point of his normal route, they caught him, told him their situation, and knelt, begging for help. The situation was difficult, so he tried to explain and leave, only to find himself in front of this exclusive apartment building, with a vague idea of what to do and search for.

Once inside, a sweet voice echoed down the hotel hall, known for being one of the most expensive in the city, as if the echo came from a place much larger than this new building.

What if they took it as a silly joke? He started to eye the door, planning to leave, until:

"Let me guess. First time with an undead?"

His heartbeats suddenly raced toward the ceiling, and his casket fell to the ground, stirring up a bunch of objects, including:

"Makeup? A Bible?" His slender figure caught his attention, especially because he wasn’t anywhere on the floor but rather in the darkest corner of the ceiling.

Quickly, the pale young man picked up the most important items: a crucifix and the old black Bible with brown pages.

"You look too young to be an exorcist..." He made an effort to provoke a reaction from him. "Don’t speak my language? Hi, hello, Buongiorno, hallo, Bonjour." Without any desire to talk, he just continued, unenthusiastically. "If you want, you can speak?"

As the creature—you—approached comfortably from afar, the young man raised a crucifix high, hidden in his pocket. Apparently, the small metal tool was what had originally given him peace of mind.

"I command you! Leave this place!"

"...Clear and loud. What a nice voice." In a blink, your silhouette, surrounded by darkness, stood face to face with the exorcist. "I’m surprised you're still standing. For someone who looks more dead than alive."

Aesop’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t fall backward, but his posture wavered forward, and then he regained his balance with one leg moving backward.

"But you’re no use. Your blood stinks. It’s a waste of food. Instead..." Your long, thin hands touched his temple. "That man you're after has the purest, most vibrant blood I’ve smelled in years."

"I... I command you, if you don’t leave soon, I’ll have no choice but to exorcize you, succubus!"

Three ellipses hung in the air.

"How persistent. Wait, did you just call me a succubus?"

At the new sight, the exorcist almost stifled a growl from your overwhelming gaze. And no wonder, you didn’t have horns or a demon’s tail. You weren’t naked or had an inhuman skin color. Instead, your skin was as pale as transparent, with long canine teeth and an androgynous appearance that captivated the eyes, like those clients he had just embalmed and made up.

"Ahhh, no one’s ever confused me for one before~ You find me that attractive?" And without letting him speak, you answered yourself. "No, no. Don’t answer. I already know the answer."

Neither man nor woman, he couldn’t tell what you were. He looked at you, then at the tool.

"...Why didn’t it work?"

"Ah, those things don’t work on me," you revealed.

"What are you!? You mistook the demon, didn’t you? Isn’t it obvious? I’m a vampire."

"Mr. Alonso showed signs of being manipulated in his dreams by a demon. Insomnia. Pallor and lack of strength. Everything pointed to a succubus-type demon."

"Not far off, congratulations. But I’m a vampire, not a succubus."

"Still, I can’t let you go. That man’s family entrusted me with this task," the exorcist clarified. "He’s far away, under care, receiving the help he needs."

"He won’t get far without me. He’s just a man. Look, confusing me with that is another level. Hm? Now that I see you better, why haven’t you run? Aren’t you afraid of me?"

His fist turned white from the pressure of his own hand.

"I’m facing death. I’ve never been so scared."

"You’re not scared of me?"

"Of course, I feel my pulse turning into a torrent and my heartbeats becoming a ticking clock. But I have another way out. I can’t flee from here."

"You’re a different human. How troublesome."

Aesop swallowed, as if several needles were going down his throat. Your body revealed itself closer to him, and he could even feel that your presence emitted no scent, no heartbeat, no sweat. You were, to his surprise, like a living corpse.

"So, is this where my life ends?"

"I suppose so."

"Who will embalm my body?"

"...Do you really accept your own death?"

He frowned, an odd calm overtook him, and beneath the mask, his nervous tone seemed more... calm and sad.

"I never had certainty of how my end would come," he said, "that bothered me. If I had the option, it was clear I would prefer a quick death, one with little effort."

"Have you been waiting for this?"

"Always."

He seemed lost in his thoughts.

You reached his shoulder, caressing his chin and bringing your hand down to his neck.

"Your blood is very sour," you said. "I really don’t like having to do this."

"I’m sorry."

He was serious. The boy stood very stiffly, but with those words, his spine relaxed.

"Before I kill you, let me ask you something," you said, pulling your mouth away from his neck. "Why would a young man like you have waited for death? Doesn’t your father concern you?"

"My parents are dead."

You felt a little guilty. His words sounded laden with pain and suffering. Maybe it happened years ago, but the pain hadn’t disappeared.

"How sad. And your friends?" you asked. The exorcist denied everything. "The rest?"

"The living people... they... are annoying," he replied. "The dead aren’t, they can’t speak, they can’t hear, they can’t respond."

"True, still, it remains unpleasant."

"Death is comforting."

His lackluster and depressed attitude exhausted you. You were giving him too much empathy.

"What’s your problem?" you asked. "No one accepts their death and waits for it so eagerly."

You should’ve ended this from the beginning. You didn’t know why you prolonged the conversation. The man wasn’t particularly attractive, 80% of his face was covered by a mask, and his graying hair. His voice was pleasant, but it wasn’t enough to let him talk this much.

"My name is Aesop Carl, and I’m not an exorcist," he said, bowing his head. Hands together, eyes closed, he seemed to be praying. "I’m an embalmer. I don’t know what deep emotions are, because when I feel them intensely, I can’t feel anything else... But please, I want to ask you to make my body recognizable." In a whisper, the embalmer added in a tone so low that no human should be able to hear, and which was actually just for himself: "I would like to see."

An embalmer. In that outfit, he didn’t look like an exorcist; it seemed like a costume, not even an embalmer. And he was quite young. From what you assumed, those jobs required years of preparation and experience. It was... a situation that encompassed quite a few strange things.

"You don’t have to worry about that," you said, tapping your temples. "There’s a way you can serve me."

"How is that possible?"

As much as you were at ease, you pulled away from his neck and the refreshing scent beneath. You made a small incision across your chest. A small hole.

"By taking my blood, you’ll die," you said. "It will be a clean death, but it will take longer. You’ll have a new life."

"Take longer?" Aesop repeated.

"To be reborn," you said. "You’ll be able to attend your own embalming and funeral. Then I’ll find you, and I’ll free you."

"What do you want in exchange?"

You were expecting that question.

"Your full trust and will " you said. "You’ll sustain your life from my blood. If I die, you die. If my life continues, you’ll stay until the end of time, you’ll be my companion. Simple. So tell me, do you accept, embalmer, no, sorry, Aesop Carl?"

He seemed reluctant.

"Will I be completely alone?"

"As long as I’m here, you won’t feel me, but I will be here, and when you wish, you’ll have whatever you want."

He furrowed his brows.

"Don’t say it like that."

"Like what?" you asked. "I thought you didn’t have a dirty mind."

He made a dismissive gesture to your overly confident implications... At the same time, the crimson began to stain your shirt. The hole in your chest leaked darker blood.

"You’re taking too long."

"Alright," he said. "I’ll do it."

You couldn’t resist widening your smile, and he crossed into a sort of embrace or attempt at union. You signaled that he should drink the blood.

"That sounds very unhygienic."

"For a careful embalmer, it is." you said. "For a creature that lives off it, it’s normal. It even depends on the subject, age, sex, or part of the body. It tastes different. Before you shared, you remember tastes of food and flavors. Some taste like cake, others spicy or sweet."

"This is what you must do if you want to die."

A cold shiver passed as you felt his tongue move along your skin, with a delicacy that wasn’t typical when they delayed... He was still inconsistent and broken in how he tried to seem relaxed.

"You know, it’s not necessary for it to be a particular part of my body." you said.

Aesop lifted his head, surprised, with his eyes wide open like a hungry puppy who didn’t understand what he was doing.

"You’re sick." he said, barely managing to maintain his composure.

"Thanksss♡." you said, your smile widening with satisfaction and irony.

Soon enough, after layer upon layer of hesitation, his heart stopped beating. His breathing ceased.

"You can stop if you want." you said softly, as if giving him an out.

He didn’t respond. Instead, his only answer was a deep bite into your flesh. He looked at his hands, stained with your blood, his clothes soaked, and his cheeks flushed with more color than he had ever shown. It was a mix of a real blush and the crimson of your blood. He no longer looked gloomy and pale. Now, for the first time, he looked alive.

"Don’t cover your mouth." you said, wiping the corner of his lips with your knuckles, removing the trace of blood left there.

He didn’t seem worried about stopping breathing; it wasn’t necessary. You didn’t need it either.

His eyes fixed on your smile, almost captivated. Then he looked at his own bare, trembling hands, covered in your blood. He watched the wounds on your skin healing quickly, as if nothing had happened.

His hands, once timid and trembling, became bitter, twisted over time. Yet, they slowly drowned in a sweetness unknown to him that he now felt coming from you. Maybe it was addiction, or perhaps simply resignation.

"I’m sorry." Aesop murmured, his voice full of regret.

"It’s fine." you replied. "You were just hungry."

You didn’t take long to pull away slightly, giving him space. You knew from reputation what it felt like to be displaced from your life. You had to be gentle with his death.

"We’ll meet on the other side," you said finally, letting the silence envelop the room.

As you moved away into the shadows, your figure now holding a corpse, you carefully placed it outside the building, in the darkness, as if you had never been there, and you disappeared.

You had a task to finish.

[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.

[crylbun]

I dont need to say more

[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

[sleepy-fiction]

Aesop Carl x Victor Grantz NSFW

A series of letters between Aesop and Victor detailing their desire for each other.

tgs: NSFW, ejaculations, dirty talk, oneshot, sexting

an: This is incredibly freaky, too freaky. it's a little gross bc both Aesop and Victor cream on one of the letters, but I'm sure none of you would really mind that (yes there are visuals). Enjoy the fic!

>>>>

Dear, Mr. Grantz,

Can you not feel it? My desire for you burns off the pages and beckons you near. Your lovely blond hair, those sweet eyes of yours. Verily, I say, fall for me swiftly. And verily, I profess, my bed will be warm and awaiting you.

Yours truly,

Aesop Carl

the penmanship is pristine, the typical manner Aesop Carl writes; only except a couple 'i's and 't's are not crossed (an unusual manner for Aesop Carl).

Dear, Sir Carl

What has come upon you tonight? Is this about dinner? Surely, I thought you despised me. Your eyes burned me under your ferocious stare, even Miss Lester noticed. But here instead you profess... Strange things. You had too much to drink at dinner tonight...

Tell me. Just tell me.

What do you wish--##//

######// to do##m//

What would you like to do to me?

Eagerly Awaiting,

Victor Grantz

The penmanship trembles. The letter is messy with sentences scratched out and run over. It was as if Victor rewrote his sentence over and over, too embarrassed to send it at first, but eventually overcoming his fear.

Dear, Mr. Grantz

Mr. Grantz, my loins beg for your company. I will lay you beneath me, running those gloved hands that you adore down your body. I will undress you and smother you bare with my hasty lips. My tongue will become your servant, and my lips will only know your praises.

You do not hate this, do you?

Yours Truly,

Aesop Carl

>>>

Dear, Sir Carl

My. ##/. I was not aware you thought of me like this. Neither was I aware of this side of you.

Dear me. // Sir Carl, you. What else. What else will you do to me.

Eagerly Awaiting,

Victor Grantz

The letter is crinkled, and the handwriting is rushed.

Dearest, Victor Grantz

I will touch you; ignite you erect under the moonlight. I will taste you from your beginnings to your peak. I will introduce myself to your perky bosom and nip them until they stand alert and sore. I will familiarize myself with your walls, and create a map of your insides with my fingers. Sin itself will become my name, and evil are my intentions with you. Even now, I am stiff from writing these things alone. This is utter blasphemy, but you were never religious, were you?

Eternally yours,

Aesop Carl

The words are closer together, written with quick, rough lines. He's passionate, and Victor's aware of this shift.

Dear, Sir Carl

Sir Carl. Sir Carl.

No words can describe what I am feeling. I'm sorry. I.Aesop, I cannot create a good enough response for you.

######///-/##_

###=//me.

I am sorry for these subpar letters. I have an inquiry to make, and I pray that you spare me of your judgment. Mr. Carl, will you put your .

penis inside of me?

Eagerly Awaiting,

Victor Grantz.

>>>

Dear, Victor Grantz

You amuse me so.

Yes, my dear duckling, I will. I will thrust so deep inside of you until you become undone until your throat has no choice but to voice your squeaks. My filthy penis alone could cure you from your eternal silence; and now knowing this, would you like a taste?

Not a lot of men are aware that they, too, can be pleasured like women. How does my dearest duckling know? Do tell me, Victor, do you play with yourself down there? Tell me how you do it. Tell me how you like to be pleasured.

Eagerly Awaiting,

Aesop Carl

>>>

Dear, Mr. Carl

Aesop, it would be no use to detail my self-pleasurerituals. We cannot see each other. yet. You know the rules. Don't torture me, I have always been faint of heart. I have awoken now, and it's uncomfortable to sit still. My feet long to run to you, and I pray you to do unto me all the manner of things you have written here. Even more than that.

I want to be exasperated beneath you. I cannot restrain myself any longer.

Let me get a taste, cure me of my eternal silence. Take pride that my first words will be your name.

Mr. Carl, I am touching myself.

Victor's penmanship is rushed now, the words are closed together and the strokes are intense. Much like Aesop, he's succumb to his passion. [note: Victor is still mute, they're just talking freaky]

Dear, Victor

You poor little duckling. It's foul manners to not sign off on a letter. Have I riled you too intensely? That you have forgotten your virtue, that you have defiled your very calling as a postman?

You amuse me. Touch yourself slowly, no matter how much you squeal. As you ride your high, speed it up. This is the manner I have been pleasuring myself as I write. I will spill my semen on these pages. Do not think for a moment that I will not.

Dearest Victor. Though this manner confines us, it will not. for long. IWillDevour you.

My d \\\---

uckling.

Eternally Yours,

Aesop Carl

The letter has a single shot of cum laying in the middle of the page. Without even reading it, it's the first thing that's noticeable in Aesop's letter. It was smeared while it was folded soaking up the page around it and leaving an interestingly sticky sensation as it was opened. Aesop's pen seems to swerve off the page, the handwriting jagged and dangerous. But his next word is written back pristine, such as his closing. Victor knew, Aesop reached his climax while writing the last word.

Oddly, Aesop found his letter was returned to him corrected with a red pen. And even more strangely, more unexplainable spots were returned with the letter.

[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!

[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.)

[dtmacgxstorys]

Aesop Carl X Reader!

This is an Aesop Carl/Embalmer X Gender Neutral Fluff! Probably some cursing. (I never have a solid plan, I just write whatever comes to mind!)

Note: Aesop doesn't love easily and probably wouldn't show it in normal ways. I do NOT see him as a yandere, though!

Sign note: I Am An Aesop Mine! I love him SO Much!

You have lived in The Oletus Manor for almost 4 years. You're a friend group consists of Eli Clark, Andrew Kreiss, Victor Grantz, Tracy Reznik, Luca Balsa & surprisingly Aesop Carl. Aesop It's a very reserved man. He would much rather spend this time tending to the dead than talk to others. One day, 2 years ago, you were trying to get away from everybody and accidentally find his secret Oasis. Behind a painting, there is a little hallway that leads to the little room. Aesop has in the room at the time.

"What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" Aesop asked you. "I'm so sorry, I just wanted to have some peace and quiet & this painting moved & so I went behind in an-" He cut you off by saying: "You may stay as long as you stay quiet." "... t-thank you." Is all you said before sitting across from Aesop. A few months ago, while sitting in silence in that room, Aesop surprise you by saying: "... you know, I actually don't mind your company." "T-thanks, Aesop." You said, hoping he can't see your blushing face or hear your pounding heart. You are the type of person who falls in love hard & fast. You didn't need to know anything about him to fall for Aesop, but him saying that maybe you almost to lose your mind.

Shortly after that incident, your friends found out about your crush. "You have a crush on Aesop!?" Both Luca & Tracy said at the same time in disbelief. "... really!? HIM!?" Victor said with a little bit of venom in his voice. "... are you sure, Y/N?" Eli asked. "You guys are acting like I said that I'm in love with a demon! Have any of you even truly talked with him?" Your friends all looked at each other when you asked a question. "... he's an Embalmer who much rather talk w-with corpses than the living." Andrew finally spoke up. "So!? That doesn't mean, No, I KNOW that doesn't make him a bad person!" You spate out. "Y/N, that's not what we are trying to say!" "He doesn't have human emotions." Victor said, hugging Wick close to him.

A few months after Aesop told me he didn't mind your company, you heard a knock at your door, but when you opened it, nobody was there. You look down to see a letter and a golden rose. The front of the letter said, "Open in three days." "Pritty handwriting, I wonder who it's from." You think to yourself. Two days after reserving the letter, Aesop approached you at breakfast & timidly asked, "... c-can I join you?" "Of course!" You said. Luca & Tracy almost never wake up for breakfast, Andrew & Victor were sitting elsewhere, so for today at least, it was just you & Eli. "...are you good, Aesop?" Eli asked. "I'm fine." Aesop told him.

Aesop also asked to join you for dinner, but, unfortunately, for both of you, Luca, Victor & Eli were already setting with you. "Why do You want to sit with them anyway?" Victor asked with that same venomous tone as before. "Yeah, get lost(under his breath) you necrophaliac." "What The Fuck Luca!" You Yell at him. "Guys, please, calm down." Eli said. "...I'll just sit elsewhere." Aesop said. "Aesop..." You say, glaring at your friends. "He's a monster, Y/N." Victor said. "You deserve SO much better." Luca chimes in. "Luca, calling him that was completely uncalled for." You spate at Luca.

You couldn't even finish dinner. You just stormed off to your room after yelling at Luca. You flop face first on to your bed. Some time passed by, and you're starting to regret not eating. You heard a knock at the door, and you expected to see Eli with some kind of health snack. He did have food, but it was Aesop. He couldn't make eye contact with you, though. "... I noticed that you didn't eat dinner, so, I brought you snacks." He said. "Thank you Aesop! Would you like to come in for a while?" You ask him. He just stands there for a moment, even though you can't see his face that well, you can tell that he's a little shocked. Without saying anything, he comes into your room.

He sits at the foot of your bed and hands you your favorite fruit bar. "Thank you Aesop." You said sitting next to him, but not too close. You didn't want to scare him off. "So,... do you want to talk or sit in comfortable silence?" You ask him. "Silence, please, but, please est." He said. "Oh, ok!" Is the last thing you said before opening your fruit bar & eating it. Sometime after you finished, he asked, "you still don't mind being near me despite all the rumors around me?" "Yes, I don't believe any of them!" You replied. "And you don't mind that I work on the dead?" "No." You said looking at him with a small smile. His quickly looks away after making eyes contact you.

"You ok Aesop?" "... h-have you read my letter yet?" "Oh, it's from you!? No! You wrote on it on it to open it in three days. That's tomorrow." You replied, a little bit surprised to learn it from him like this. "So I can trust you!" He said, looking at you. He pulls down his mask, you can only see his beautiful unmacked face for a moment before he kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly close him and kiss him back. You are pleasantly surprised to feel him scoot closer to you & place his hand on the back of your head & run his gloved fingers through your hair.

After a little while of passionately kissing, you both pull away for air. "... I never thought I would feel this way for anyone again." "Again!?" You ask him. "... I don't want to talk about it right now." "Ok, so what do you want to do?" "... to tell you the truth, I want to spend tonight cuddle you and holding you close." "Sound good to me!"

End!

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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!

[sleepingcup]

Happy Valentine's Day - Idv x Reader Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/Platonic (Be aware of the friendzone)

Source Image: Identity V owns that picture, it is used at the event.

Summary: You are the store assistant from the owner Emma Woods, tending to the store especially in the middle of the night. But one night you were not expecting something from your client...

Note: I added Emma to this headcanon since she is the owner of the shop. So you can consider that she is an additional route.

Jack the Ripper

Although you know how sinister he is, that won't stop him from greeting you "Happy Valentine's Day."

He gave you the product he purchased but you were not expecting that he also gave you a rose he bought for himself the other day.

He did had a polite chat with you and know that you are the reason why he was in a good mood. As a reward he offered you to go on a hang out with him to a cafe that serves delicious chocolate there.

Norton Campbell

Sure he is sassy, sure he is greedy and a bit of an angsty. You might find yourself catching you off guard when he ask you to go on a date with him for food.

Of course, he will be asking you to pay him money since he liked to be a rich person.

However there are times where he does want to get closer to you. You may not see it but he was making sure that you are safe and not harmed, just be aware that you might want to pay him in return...

Emil

Unfortunately, he has a lover and he doesn't want to cheat on his lover Ada once you found out about his relationship. However Emil gave you a friendly card so the thought counts.

There might be a day that you would talk to Ada and Emil but something tells you to give them their space.

Tip of the day: Don't steal their lover.

Annie Lester

A shy timid girl she is, but was honestly flattered when you wanted to have a nice time with her over a cup of hot chocolate.

You would often find her staring at you from the distance and yet she just wanted to show you her wares about what she wanted to show. Yet again you two did talk about that with interesting ideas.

At the end of the night she had a good time and gave you a nice hug before exiting the store. She was once shy but she was actually happy to have fun with you.

Victor Grantz

He is shy but his buddy Wick was there to keep you company. It was a nice hang out with him that you might catch him blushing when he is having too much fun.

Plus Victor gave you a letter that indicates his appreciation towards you, it was a very sweet letter that you gave him your gift for free.

Be prepared for a long letter chat from him from time to time.

Aesop Carl

He arrived to your store just to have a conversation with you over a cup of hot tea about deep dark conversations. Knowing him, he knows that you talk too much but it really caught his attention to hear a different opinion.

The hang-out was actually enjoyable for the both of you while watching the snow falling slowly.

But once it was time for him to go home, he gave you his rose from his breast pocket telling you that he was fond of talking about deep conversations with you before leaving.

Emma Woods

Your owner aka boss decided to hang out with you just for a simple hang out. Talking about businesses but also about what type of flowers that she wanted to bring to the store.

She was enjoying herself talking about various new types of flowers that she started talking about having a greenhouse at the side of the store for sight seeing or a mini garden.

Seeing her that happy makes you want to work hard for her, and yet Emma actually appreciates you for the chat and hot chocolates for the night.

[vip-komilk]

🎶Masterpost of Spotify character playlists🎶

This isn't all of them, just what I consider to be the better ones LOL. Full list of playlists can be found on my spotify profile. Listed from oldest to newest fandom.

Identity V

d r o w n || Jose Baden || 11 tracks, 37 mins

tell my mother i'm sorry || Aesop Carl || 9 tracks, 36 mins

why the constant hesitation? || Aesop x Naib || 8 tracks, 33 mins

make pure love work in a dirty way || Aesop x Andrew || 9 tracks. 36 mins

Emptiness is safe || Joseph Desaulniers || 12 tracks, 46 mins

Fear & Hunger

follow your voice || D'arce || 13 tracks, 44 mins

believe, if it turns you on || Cahara || 16 tracks, 53 mins

never be the same || D'arce x Ragnvaldr || 13 tracks, 43 mins

home is where your teeth sink || Modern AU! Enki x Cahara || 18 tracks, 56 mins

MONSTER || Pav || 18 tracks, 49 mins

it is inherited, predispositional || Daan || 18 tracks, 1 hr

i have all the time in the world || Pocketcat x Daan || 16 tracks, 1 hr

8:11

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene || Vittorino || 14 tracks, 42 mins

bound together forever || Leon x Francis || 12 tracks, 45 mins

HOW'S THAT FOR A COMEBACK? || Dante (+Leon) || 12 tracks, 46 mins

you mean nothing to me || Vittorino x Leon || 10 tracks, 29 mins

caught between your teeth || Vittorino x Ryker || 11 tracks, 32 mins

i feel you most when i'm alone || Ryker x Leon || 17 tracks, 1 hr