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g-xix · 3 months

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🔞Eating Out HC's | Chaos Crew

feat: ATV, Imallexx, G Clarkey, Arthur Hill, ChrisMD

ArthurTV: -Facesit this mf to suffocation -I don't think he's ever more hard than when he's got you sat on his face, squeezing his head with your thighs -Oh and the hair pulling and praise drives him fucking WILD -Sucking, lapping, flicking, his mouth is fucking GODLY too -Aaaand i may be writing a fic ab this because it's just SUCH a goddamn savoury thought

Imallexx -Why do I feel like he'd also be into face sitting -Eyes closed, just blissed out to be between your thighs -Sometimes just sticks his tongue out and lets you ride it yourself n use him for pleasure -Loves a thick girlie that'll squish him down and ride his tongue

Cam Kirkham ~no out of respect for Chloe~

Arthur Hill -Such a little kink for eating out but he's so needy for it that it happens everywhere but the bedroom -Like, you've been sat on the kitchen barstool before and he's been begging you to just open your thighs and let him have you there, or just been plain on the sofa watching a movie with him and his fingers and tracing up your thighs, non-verbally asking whether you'd wanna let him eat u out with the patterns he traces across your skin -Into all sorts of hair pulling and grinding down onto his tongue -And why do i feel like he'd have a m-mmy kink too

George Clarkey -Gets you lying on your back with your legs wrapped over his shoulders - his arms holding your hips up so that your pussy is against his mouth -leaves hickeys all over your thighs where only he's gonna see it -I think he's gonna try degrade and push you into doing multiple rounds too, just pushing and seeing how far you're gonna go for him -Legs are shaking all because of him, the next day, and this cocky bastard is absolutely thrilled about it

Chrismd -WHY ARE LITR ALL OF THESE FUCKS (atl imo) OBSESSED W FACE SITTING -Loves the thick girlies that are going to put all their weight on his tongue and let him eat em out goooood -So fucking pussy drunk, will absolutely lose his MIND giving wet, sloppy head -His biceps n forearms clamping you down so that your pussy is completely flush against his mouth and you cannot move for a moment of relief and he's still licking you up and driving you into overstim even after you've cum

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Beta Squad next monday girlies!! Hope that was good enough bc ik a LOOOT of youse have been waiting on the G Clarkey HC's especially, and I bring u more news that u j gotta keep waiting bc ontop of allat im working on an ATV face sitting smut 🤭🤭

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asmrrpaddict · 8 days

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Sam x Lovely headcanons

STRICTLY PLATONIC/CLOSE AS SIBLINGS

⚕️Ever since Sam healed them after Adam’s attack, he saw how distraught Vincent was and vowed then and there he would protect Lovely no matter what.

🍿Vincent and Lovely and Sam and Darlin’ have movie nights as unstated double dates.

📞If Vincent tells Lovely updates on Quinn, they call Sam to let him vent out things he doesn’t want to put on Darlin’s shoulders.

🍼Sam calls Lovely to babysit Vincent after asking him to babysit Fredrick and Bright Eyes.

🫂They hug every time they meet up.

🩸Sam held Lovely’s hand while Vincent turned them.

💬In the beginning of their relationship, Lovely would text Sam to ask Vincent’s favorite things so they could surprise him.

😠Lovely was pretty upset with Sam when he ambushed them with Porter, but after they got to hit him, they were better.

🧛🧛🧛During the Summit, when Porter started antagonizing Vincent into a fight, Lovely said Sam’s name quietly, knowing he would hear them, and he rushed over to break it up.

👩‍⚖️At the “trial” after Alexander’s murder, Sam stayed close to Lovely ready to jump in if he needed to. Especially when Christopher was explaining how it could have been one of the Solaires who did it and things were getting tense.

I really wish we could see if they have any sort of relationship.

#asmr roleplay #redacted asmr #redacted listener #headcanon #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #redacted darlin #redacted summit #inversion #redacted inversion #redacted frederick

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ithaquasbbg · 3 months

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I’m back :3

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Frederick Kreiburg | Composer general relationship headcanons

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Tw: Brief mentions of mental illness but that’s it.

Extra: I love this guy so much I wish he was a little more popular among the fandom :,))

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|🩷| Starting off generally- Frederick seems like the type to be hard to get to know. He doesn’t have large amounts of trust for the people around him, and seems to prefer to be on his own. You’d need to put in effort in order to be in a relationship with him.

|🩷| He’s somewhere between pretty and handsome, though probably leaning a little more towards the feminine side.

|🩷| Frederick is insecure when it comes to his looks, often worrying that you’d only be interested in his looks instead of him as a person. You can compliment his appearance, but he might start getting anxious if that’s the only thing you pull attention to.

|🩷| Sure, he’s been in relationships and flings with many people before, he does have a reputation for wooing people. However, he’s never truly been loved by another person. Because of this, he probably is inexperienced in terms of real romantic acts.

|🩷| On top of his, his childhood doesn’t seem like it was very loving, and he may close up when met with physical affection or kisses for a while. When it happens, he often stares dumbfounded for a while. (It’s cute, but a little sad at the same time)

|🩷| He’s very fond of gift giving, though that’s largely because it’s what he’s used to. At the beginning of a relationship he’d likely believe it to be transactional like his past ones and in turn treats it that way.

|🩷| Though as he gets more comfortable his gifts slowly become less monetary in terms of value, and he’d instead compose and play songs for you as his gifts.

|🩷| When it comes to receiving, he’d likely take time to understand why you’re doing things for him, but he’d be very happy with words of affirmation or acts of service. Remind him that he’s valuable to you because he’s himself, not because he gives you things.

|🩷| In all honesty he strikes me as being potentially on the autism spectrum (self projecting a little) and he may not handle touch well due to sensory problems, but occasionally even he’ll find himself longing to hold onto another person.

|🩷| Frederick is not a fan of PDA, and would rather not be touched in public. This is in part due to him being rather touch adverse, but also because he was raised to be very prim and proper, and likely didn’t receive public affection as a child.

|🩷| That being said, on days where he’s willing to touch you and you’re both in private he probably is quite reserved about it. Making excuses to make contact with you such as “you have a hair in your face”.

|🩷| Occasionally he’ll hug you from behind and bury his head into your shoulder or hair depending on the height difference between you two. Hes on the taller side (I’d guess around 5’11- 6’1) and would probably resort to the latter.

|🩷| In terms of big spoon and little spoon… he’s not a spoon. Frederick is a knife.

|🩷| In all seriousness he’s simply not the most cuddly person ever, but will cuddle occasionally. Because of how touch adverse he tends to be you usually let him initiate it, and he typically ends up as the big spoon.

|🩷| He can make a really good little spoon too, especially if he’s the more submissive PERSONALITY (not freaky… this is a holy x reader blog for now!!) in a relationship. Though even then you’d likely need to pull him into that position after he’s fallen asleep, he’d be too embarrassed to be awake in that position.

|🩷| He strikes me as a closeted bisexual, perhaps pansexual. I wouldn’t see him being entirely opposed to polyamorous relationships, but I think he’d likely feel much more secure in a monogamous relationship.

|🩷| He’s a good kisser when he’s open to kissing, probably one of the things he’s the most experienced with in terms of relationships.

|🩷| On top of that he can be quite charming, he knows how to use his words to woo a person through past experiences. Though even then, don’t expect anything too bold from him.

|🩷| Frederick is decisive and can be quite stubborn, he likes to be the one making choices and can come off a little bratty in these situations. But truth be told, he simply wants to know that you respect his thought process and opinions. Please let him make choices from time to time, it really makes him feel more appreciated.

|🩷| He’s an easy person to fluster if you know what buttons to press. Public intimacy is a good shortcut to flustering him some days (going back to this topic. Whoops.) Frederick is pale, and there’s no way to hide the blush on his cheeks.

|🩷| His favorite nicknames for you are probably quite tame if he even uses them. The only one I could really see him using is the occasional “dear”

|🩷| Though you may catch him calling you “his angel” from time to time.

|🩷| Frederick strikes me as somebody who you would call things like “darling” and he’d enjoy it. You could call him “sweetheart” but he’d likely just be confused on why anyone would consider him of all people sweet.

|🩷| Due to his mental health struggles he’s probably somebody who needs a partner willing to put in lots of energy, but he’d totally give 110% back in return.

|🩷| Frederick can function on his own especially after being disowned. This comes out when you’re sick the most, he’ll make you food or drinks and stay by your side as much as he’s able to.

|🩷| His hair would likely be quite nice to play with, and with enough convincing he would probably allow you to fidget with it while he does other things. It’s the least overstimulating type of touch for him, and he’d appreciate your contact even if it’s only through that. :)

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anexistingexistence · 5 months

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Imagine that as a thing to show off their wealth, vampire monarchs wear gems on their fangs because it keeps them from feeding on people (or at least makes the process more difficult) and therefore shows others that they have the money to just live off of blood bags (and that they have the money to get super expensive gems made into jewelry for their teeth but that's secondary right now-).

William specifically used to have a sapphire on each of his top canines (mainly because of his vow to never turn anyone and the added difficulty of even biting anyone through these accessories was supposed to have him rethink it if he ever so much as considered to turn anyone) but he had them removed after he turned Vincent and had them reshaped into earrings. He's never worn them and they slowly collect dust in a fancy little box.

Vincent has a heart-shaped ruby on his bottom left fang (he chose this placement because there the gem wouldn't get in the way while feeding) and after they got turned, he offered to get Lovely a matching one. They also go get it renewed together every one and a half years or so and make a cute date out of it.

Alexis, on the 50th anniversary of her turning, got herself a small diamond to put on her top right fang. Before that, she had an oval-shaped garnet on both her fangs instead. She says she wears them purely for the aesthetic, but if you bother her long enough she'll admit that she likes how people squirm as the jewelry digs into their skin.

Porter likes jewelry and nice things as much as the rest of his clan, but he was never fond of the inconvenience tooth gems pose so he never got any. However, William has offered to get him one or more custom-made on multiple occasions before he let Porter go off and do his thing away from the clan. If he ever were to get any jewelry for his teeth though, he'd get something done with amethyst.

Sam has a very subtle, diamond-shaped, white quartz on his top right fang. It was Vincent's suggestion (and he was the one to pay for the jewelry and the procedure of attaching it) to get Sam more comfortable with his new body.

Bright Eyes is not a fan of tooth gems, but they do have two silver fangs because ☆style☆ However, they do enjoy looking at different designs for them similarly to how they just browse tattoo designs without ever getting one done.

Frederick doesn't want any jewelry on his teeth either because he's worried about it somehow getting caught on his lip and injuring himself or something of the like. Sam told him that nothing like that had ever happened to anyone he knew to have tooth gems, but Fred still didn't want to get one.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted william #redacted vincent #redacted alexis #redacted porter #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick

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the-avengers-ate-my-tongue · 1 year

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Don't Blame Me (Smut)

Summary: if there's one thing that makes Hannibal Lecter lose control, is rudeness.

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, past Alana Bloom x reader (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut!

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know! It came out a little different than the ask cause I just don't see Hannibal losing his shit like that hahahahah I hope you like it anyway, anon!

Word Count: 2277

It's common knowledge that one must never miss a Lecter soiree.

Always one of the most expected events of the year, I was lucky and even grateful to be invited. I've known Hannibal since the years on Hopkins, he'd always been Alana's interesting acquaintance, one I never thought I'd catch the attention of.

Turns out we have more interests in common than I originally thought. He's a skilled artist, so am I. We both enjoy opera, and love to play instruments, mine being mostly flute and oboe. I could still hear the angelic sound of the harpsichord being played half an hour earlier. Impressive how his fingers glided through the keys, how effortlessly he recorded complex tunes to entertain his guests.

"I missed the days that sparkle in your eyes were directed to me" Alana's jest ringed in my ears, making me jump a little. She chuckled. "Look at you all jumpy. Relax, Y/n. He didn't catch you staring."

"Shut up, Lana" I shoved her playfully, sipping the red wine. "Do not get me started on Will Graham and those puppy eyes. He's staring right now, you know. You should give the poor man a chance."

"Okay, I got it. I won't meddle in your affairs anymore."

"There is no affair." I wish there was, I thought to myself, taking another sip of the wine while I eyed Hannibal from afar, talking to an older woman dressed like a peacock. "I…"

"I noticed your glass is nearly empty, so I fetched you another one" a familiar voice came from behind me, and the glass was abruptly removed from my hand and replaced with a fuller one. I contained my desire to roll my eyes once I saw who the intruder was.

"Frederick. Were you also invited or just crashed the party to feast on good things for once?" I teased, narrowing my eyes while looking at the director of the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

"My dear Y/n, I wouldn't dream of it. Of course I was invited. Moreover, I would avoid all this meat if I were you. You never know the provenance, if you know what I mean." He lowered his voice, coming closer and almost whispering in my ear. I could not help to actually roll my eyes this time, turning to face him. "I am, after all, restrained to low protein meat, that is."

"You still believe that silly theory that Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper? Please, Chilton. I never deemed you to be clever, but this is plain stupidity." I allowed the alcohol to make me more straightforward, chuckling on my words.

"Sticks and stones, little Y/n. Sticks and stones." Chilton teased, stepping away and going to bother someone else with his presence.

"For god's sake, the man is a burden" I whispered to Alana, who cracked at the comment.

"He has always been like this, you know that. I don't fathom why you always allow him to get under your skin."

"I've known Frederick for longer than you, Lana. Believe me, if you give that man a hand, he will most certainly grab your arm, shoulder and everything else you have to offer. Now, if you excuse me, I shall mingle a little bit more before the dinner actually begins. His interaction gave me a sour taste on my tongue."

I clicked my glass to Alana's, walking around the room and chatting to some people. Uninteresting conversations filled my ears and fake smiles made my lips start to tire out, but as soon as Hannibal's chocolate eyes were on me, I felt my entire demeanour change.

An idea occurred to me as I walked straight to the balcony, hoping he would join me. The night breeze engulfed me and I realized how trapped I was feeling inside that house, with those judgy stares and meaningless conversations. My wine glass remained untouched as I placed it on the strong wood porch, contemplating the cloudless sky.

"Tired of the good old socialization already?" I grunted when I realized that was not the voice I longed to hear, turning back to face Frederick.

"Careful, Chilton. One might say you are stalking me. As far as I remember, that's still a crime." I crossed my arms to show how much I unappreciated his presence, stepping away until my back was against the balcony.

"Come now, what have I done to deserve so much animosity? We used to be colleagues, friends if I dare to be so bold."

"An old dog with difficulty dropping the dry bone he was once given. Are you really that starved, Frederick? That's pitiful." I was aware of how indelicate I was getting, but he was starting to bother me immensely. "If there's one thing you are not, it's bold. Arrogant and extremely annoying, yes. Can't stand to hear a loud no? That checks, too. One must always let go of the past if we wish to evolve. God knows I have."

He dismissed everything I said with a slight wave of his hand, getting closer. I could smell the faint scent of whiskey, imagining that, after the loss of some of his organs, he probably would get drunk much easier. He tried to reach me with his free hand, but awkwardly dropped my glass, causing it to crash a few meters down.

We were alone and a little far from the other guests. The balcony's door was closed shut. I felt my hands start to tremble a bit, and realized I had to get out of there before things could get out of hand.

"Seriously, Frederick?" I snarled, rolling my eyes. "Playtime is over. Let me through, I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n, I…" he held my wrist with considerable strength, making me gasp. I tried to pull away but he was strong, and before I could snap and finally throw the punch he deserved, a low, deep voice echoed.

"I believe you heard the lady clearly, Dr. Chilton." There was a different gleam in Hannibal's eyes, and I wasn't the only one to notice. Frederick turned paler, letting go of my wrist with haste. "I think you should go. You've had too much wine, I see."

He hesitated, but agreed with a nod, leaving the balcony without looking back. Hannibal stared at him through his shoulder darkly and I released the breath I was holding, my knees would have given out if Hannibal had not held me discreetly, supporting my weight with an arm around my waist.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He inquired, one hand lifting my face so I could look at him. I was so embarrassed. "Do you need a place to rest?"

"Not at all, Hannibal. Do not worry about me, it was just a fright and the wine. I cannot steal the host of his guests."

"Nonsense. Come, I will take you to the guest bedroom. We can enter through the kitchen, so no one will see your state. Please" he pointed to the other door, showing that there was no space to argue, and I just surrendered, allowing him to guide me through the vast kitchen filled with employees working to the elegant guest bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

I sat on the comfortable mattress, appreciating the shades of cream and white, and the beautiful vintage-like furniture that seemed to complement the place perfectly. I realized then that Hannibal had fallen silent, and I stared at him with worry. He had turned his back to me, leaning on the dresser, breathing a little heavier.

"Hannibal?" I called, getting up and walking towards him, reaching out with my hand on his shoulder. His face was impassive, but he had that same look in his eyes again, something ancient and darker that wides his pupils and pierces his lips tightly. I allow myself to reach deeper, caressing his strong arm and feeling the muscles tense under his suit. "What is it?"

"He dared to touch you like that" he pointed in a cold tone. "Like you are someone else's property."

My eyes softened as I felt some butterflies in my stomach, and I took the liberty to grab his chin, kissing his cheek tenderly in appreciation.

"Forget about Frederick, he is immature and arrogant. I will call him tomorrow to address this matter."

He still had that predatorial look in his eyes that gave me shivers, though not the way it should. Something in being that much protected by him made me feel dear and precious like an exotic pearl.

He would not give in, and I felt bold enough to once more kiss his handsome face, this time on his jawline, near his left ear. That caught his attention, and he towered over me, cradling my face with his enormous hands, making my eyes tremble with the feeling of electricity that flowed through my veins. With no hesitation, his lips crashed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, the hunger for him making my loins combust.

"I have wanted this for so long…" I murmured against his neck, his fancy perfume invading my nostrils. He smelled so good.

"As did I, Y/n. You have been in my thoughts a great deal lately" he confessed, making me blush. Impostor syndrome trying to kick in, I avoid the self-degrading thoughts as I delight in his open mouthed kisses in my skin, gasping in pleasure when he lightly bites my shoulder, enjoying it more than I ever thought I would.

"Your guests…" I tried to be reasonable, a dirty smile playing on my lips.

"The dinner will take a little while longer, I'm afraid" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on the lobe with a mischievous deep chuckle. He lifted my dress to my waist, since we didn't really have that much time to spare, and I got rid of my panties, almost tripping on them with my heels and the rush.

His hand went to my core, testing how wet I was, and he smiled with how soaked I felt. A loud moan echoed through the room and he removed his hand at once, lifting one finger at me as he would chastise a child. I frowned with frustration, lifting my chin to face him.

"We are not supposed to be too loud, Y/n. You do not want the guests to hear us, do you? Imagine the scandal" that made me laugh with pure bliss, nodding in agreement. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Oh, fuck. Is this really happening?

"Yes. Yes, I will" I agreed in haste, and he effortlessly lifted me up, sitting me on the dresser and starting to unzip his pants. I tried to control my breathing and anticipation, pleasuring myself with the vision of his hard cock, precum glistening at the tip. He massaged it with his hand for a few seconds before he towered over me, holding my hips in place while he entered me so painfully slowly I nearly sobbed.

To avoid the loud moans, I bit my left fist, suppressing the sounds as my insides clenched to accommodate him. A joyful smile illustrated his lips, his hair falling over his eyes due to the sweat, and he looked like a Greek statue. I could not avoid the mesmerized stare, melting in admiration, as he leaned to cover my lips with his own one more time, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was famished. Still slowly, he started to move his hips, almost both torturing and indulging me at the same time. I entangled my legs around him, pulling him closer to the point one could swear we were one. He moaned my name, followed by an almost savage growl that sent vibrations through my entire body and, for a while, I regretted how little time we had. He seemed to sense that, rushing his movements until the dresser started to hit the wall and, for a moment, I was certain everyone outside could hear us.

So much for discretion, I thought, grabbing his broad shoulders while he inserted himself deeper and deeper inside of me. His thumb began to stimulate my clit and, sensing I would begin to cry out at any moment, Hannibal silenced me with his lips, allowing me to moan against his mouth as I felt the tension start to build up in my lower abdomen.

I felt him pull out his cock, replacing it with his skilled fingers, finishing on my thighs. I followed him right after, covering my mouth until my moans were unsteady breaths.

I hadn't even realized Hannibal had left until he came back from the suite with a hot towel, starting to clean me up. I thanked him with a sweet kiss, doing my best to fix his clothes and hair. We both knew it wouldn't do any good, but he enjoyed my caresses and how I took care of him as well. He took one of my hands — the one Chilton grabbed like a brute earlier — and kissed my wrist, right where small purple bruises began to form.

"We should go back. Who is going to serve dinner? We're being unforgivably selfish" I taunted, chuckling lightly.

"Perhaps you should be my dinner, then" he jested, and I openly laughed, shoving him playfully.

"Later. If you'll have me, that is." I lifted my eyebrows with expectation, staring at his brown irises.

"It would be my pleasure, Y/n" with a last kiss, he went to the bathroom suite to fix his appearance, leaving me with a silly smile and a warm feeling in my chest.

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empresskadia · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's day! I lowkey wanna write a drabble for today, but I have nothing planned out. But-

I think it would be cute to give the Spartans Valentine's Day chocolates.

John would be puzzled, like why? He doesn't understand the concept of celebrating love and affection to the world, it was just another day for him until you gave him the small box and told him "Happy Valentine's Day." John's seriously confused but accepts his partner's gift with a subtle nod, not wanting to dismiss your gesture. It wasn't until he noticed others at the base receiving similar tokens from their partners that his confusion deepened. Why were people exchanging gifts today? What made it so special?

It's Cortana who has to jump in and explain the origins and significance of Valentine's Day, how it's the idea of expressing love and appreciation, and how it's a tradition to exchange gifts on this special day with the one you love. This was so foreign to him but he tries to understand, at the very least for you.

John goes MIA for a solid hour, like you honestly can't find him and no one has seen him. So when he appears before you with a bouquet of wild roses and presents them to you, the first thing you notice are the thornless stems and John's dirty hands. It's clear he had gone out of his way to personally gather these flowers.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he says, presenting you with the wild roses. His typically stoic expression softened, John might not have fully understood the concept of Valentine's Day, but his actions spoke louder than words about his commitment to you.

Though Linda didn't fully grasp the significance of the day, she understood the origins, having overheard about it from Marines in passing. She'll blink when you offer her the chocolates, giving you a raised brow before taking them. Girl is 100% secretly excited about it, she's not going to boast or react over it but the rest of Blue team can see a bounce to her step.

This was a pleasant surprise and she honestly didn't expect her partner to go out of their way for her. Linda makes it a personal mission to find something to gift you, yes she could have Roland help her buy something, and get it to the UNSC infinity, but she also wants it to be special. Maybe she could make you something with a piece of her armor? Or find something you might like during a mission?

Poor Fred was stuck with paperwork when you happened to bound into his office with a box of chocolates. He's surprised and curious when you present him with the gift, giving you this adorable head tilt when he opens it. Did he miss something? Was today an anniversary he happened to forget? The confusion is pretty evident when he asks "What's this?"

When you explain it, it clicks that he's heard about the holiday from commanders before. Honestly, the day slips his mind, it had never really held much significance to him and he only remembers it exists every once in awhile. Despite his initial confusion, Fred's expression softens into a grateful smile as he thanks you for the chocolates.

However, his mind was already racing, searching for a way to reciprocate the gesture. While he couldn't immediately think of a suitable gift, he recalled Roland mentioning that the UNSC Infinity's Memorial Park atrium was holding a dance that evening and he could do a public event for you. The idea formed in his mind, that it was a thoughtful way to show his appreciation, and a shared experience at the dance might be a meaningful way to celebrate Valentine's Day together.

I will say when Kelly finds out about the dance being held in the Memorial Park atrium, she is on her way to find her partner. Like full-on sprinting through the ship [it took Fred a minute to realize who just blurred by his office in a rush, asking if he's seen her partner.] So before you even start searching for her to give her the chocolates, Kelly has already found you first.

She was so ready to ask about this dance thing and what was going on until you gave her that sweet smile and handed her the box. Her expression transformed from eager anticipation to surprise and then delight when she opened the chocolates. Her eyes held most of her emotion, they almost seemed like they were glittering and she smiled when you explained the reason behind the gift and the upcoming dance.

Of course, she accepted your invitation with a tease, that mischievous glint in her eyes. Unbeknownst to you, she had already set aside a gift for her partner when she learned about the holiday a week beforehand from Commander Palmer. It was a small token of her affection, carefully chosen with Roland's help to express her appreciation and love.

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adiluv · 8 months

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❥ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒. ˚⊹꒷

📜୧・꒰word count꒱ 1099.

🎐୧・꒰warnings꒱ takes place pre-manor.

🍦୧・꒰adi moment꒱ a commission for @mellisono! literally loved writing this, frederick has been ever steadily growing on me and this is such an adorable prompt! if you're interested in commissioning me, you can find more into through my intro post! hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི´｡•᎑•`꒱ྀི১

꒰🎹꒱・Having been raised as a member of the aristocracy, the idea of marrying a person for ‘love’ has always been unthinkable to Frederick. A common belief among people of his status, the only real motivation to wed a person was for the sake of bettering your social standing—more so a business transaction than anything even remotely romantic. His exile from the Kreiburg lineage would plague him with the idea that he’d be destined to remain a bachelor until death, losing both the money and status that his fellow nobles sought after. Those notions would be very quickly redefined once you’d entered his life, the thought of proposing to you becoming more and more alluring as your relationship progressed.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s got a minimum of twenty pieces dedicated solely to you, and it’d really only make sense for him to incorporate them into his proposal! Bits and pieces of melodies that you’d helped him refine, motifs from your favorite songs, cute jingles and chimes that you’ve heard whilst walking with him—it’s the composition he’s worked both the longest and hardest on, wanting to perfectly convey just how happy you make him; how much better his life is, thanks to you. His intentions are clear as crystal when he asks you to listen to a ‘special’ piece, his face matching the hue of his garnet coat as he slides the engagement ring onto your finger.

꒰🎹꒱・The two of you would live in an apartment somewhere in the heart of Paris. Small but cozy, sheet music in nearly every corner with a balcony that overlooks the rest of the city. Frederick is initially rather discontented by this living situation, a sense of shame for only being able to afford something so small. He’ll make a few off-handed comments, saying that it’d be better for you to “marry a man that can buy you a house instead of this shoddy apartment,” but he’s secretly relieved when you reassure him that he’s the one for you. There’s something so… comforting about knowing you love him regardless of financial status—even when he feels most others consider him to be a failure.

꒰🎹꒱・He becomes far more open and affectionate after the wedding. While not necessarily the best at singing your praises, there’s a very noticeable improvement in his abilities to express affection verbally. He’s far more straightforward with his compliments, gaining the confidence to directly comment on something you do well or something as simple as how gorgeous you look while going about your day. Frederick also opens up more about the issues he faces with his family, who ꒰unsurprisingly꒱ didn’t show up to your wedding. Your friends and family make quick work of saving the mood, but he writes his parents a very strongly worded letter once you both return from the honeymoon. Even more, he swears off all contact with them until they apologize, a decision that you never would’ve expected him to make.

꒰🎹꒱・Still, he continues to remain shy when it comes to more intimate forms of affection, like kissing. ꒰Something you get great joy in teasing him about.꒱ As such, the ones he gives you tend to be rather chaste in nature, like quick kisses on the cheek—or lips, if he’s feeling bold—before he rushes away to continue working on compositions. You’ll have to initiate anything more than that, something he’s eternally grateful for—even if he is too embarrassed to admit it. He’ll also always make sure to give you a quick smooch before heading on stage for any performances, regarding it as good luck. Although he appears straight-faced to the audience, you’re able to catch sight of the faint blush dusting his cheeks from your spot behind the curtains.

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick’s a bit of a hit or mess when it comes to housework. Having lived independent of his family for some time before meeting you, he does have the capability to take care of himself..! Though there are times where you’re reminded that he never grew up having to do any sorts of chores. He hates having to deal with anything dirty, meaning that there’s a fair amount of collaboration between the both of you. He’ll cook the food, and you’ll do the dishes afterwards. Whenever you wash the clothes, he’s the one that puts them up to dry. He’ll do some light dusting and cleaning, but larger messes scare him off.

꒰🎹꒱・At some point, he just comes to accept how much he adores cuddling with you. A workaholic since his youth, he’d never exactly been able to understand how people could content themselves to just… sit back and do absolutely nothing—finding the idea boring enough to drive him mad. But, wow. He absolutely understands it now. Lying in bed while the first rays of sunlight sneak through the blinds, casting an ethereal glow on your hair and face as he holds you in his arms… Normally, he’d already be out of bed by dawn—even on days when his psychasthenia decided to have mercy and allow him a good night’s rest. But seeing just how adorable you look… Well, the idea of leaving you so soon just seems outright cruel.

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick’s weak spot is his hair, a fact you’d discovered accidentally whilst drifting off to sleep with him. A particularly bad bout of writer’s block certainly didn’t mix well with his insomnia, forcing him to remain awake as the both of you idly chatted and hummed tunes in an attempt to restore his creative spark. At some point, you’d started to massage his scalp—the sensation initially causing him to stiffen beneath your touch. Your attempt to pull away and check in on him was quickly interrupted as he pressed your hand back into his hair, asking you to continue. The stresses of his day-to-day life just seem to melt away with your touch, it seems.

꒰BONUS꒱・Although he considered it cheesy, he often regards your wedding day as the best day of his life—and he keeps the wedding attire in pristine condition. They sit in the back of your shared closet, the thought of them becoming dirty or damaged utterly devastating him. While you’d lived long enough to know of canes marking members of the nobility, it’d been the very first time that you’d seen him using one of his own. Considering the other costs of the wedding, it hadn’t exactly been all that luxurious ꒰a fact that he quietly keeps to himself꒱—though you might just see him using it more often if you tell him you like it. Don’t mention it, really. He’ll get flustered.

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 3 months

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Scenario where (before manor) Frederick Kreiburg where he had a child (reader is the child) but basically just keeps them sheltered since he doesn't want anyone to know. He's also a bit distant from them too, but the child is very clingy towards him? And if it's okay, maybe some hcs of him just thinking about the child while he's in the manor? Thanks!

`•- Remembering

frederick kreiburg & gn child!reader (platonic)

summary: some headcanons of how frederick would act around a child whom he cares a lot for, and how he would remember the child during his days in the manor.

warnings: physical touch, kind of unhappy ending(??) idk

a/n: it was a bit hard for me to tell what kind of relationship you wanted frederick and the child to have (ex. if they were like siblings or if he was more of a father figure) so i kept it up to interpretation! i hope you like it!

with a child, frederick acts slightly distant, but protective at the same time. he doesn't want the child to get hurt, but he doesn't quite know how to care for them.

though he does spend some of his time with the child, oftentimes he simply just goes about business as usual by himself. when he does spend time with the child, though, he's often left puzzled by how much they try to cling to him.

he often asks himself why the child could possibly want to be this affectionate and clingy despite how little time he spends with them. he's almost always busy with something and hardly has any time to spend with the child, so how come they seem to be so attached to him?

when he received his invitation to the manor and was about to head out, the child clung to his leg just as he was about to exit the door. he looked down at them with a quizzical expression, but the child simply muttered, "don't go," and clung tighter onto his leg in an attempt to persuade him to stay.

this attempt was futile, though, for he simply leaned down and ruffled their hair, telling them that he'll be back soon and not to worry before he left. unfortunately for the child, those words were untrue. Frederick would soon become a participant in the manor game, and he would never return.

during his first few days at the manor, he thinks about the child's actions a lot. he still wonders why the child cares about him so much, considering how little time he gets to spend with them.

as the days go by, he often finds himself reminiscing about the short times he was able to spend with the child, and he begins to regret being so distant towards them as he finds himself missing them more and more. every day, he thinks about the child, and he hopes and prays that they're alright without him and haven't been hurt.

if only he knew.

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heartshapedbubble · 9 months

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frederick and andrew with an s/o that loves giving them words of affirmation and acts of service??

here you go anon!!💞

frederick kreiburg and andrew kreiss with a s/o whose love language is words of affirmation/acts of service hcs🎼🕸

frederick kreiburg🎼

he's not as anxious as andrew, absolutely, but the exact same question runs around in both of their minds...

"do i really deserve this? why me, out of all people?" he wonders, even asking you directly, but he shall accept your affection nonetheless, out of appreciation and good manners

always feels guilty as he doesn't know how to repay you for your kindness, so in response to your kind words and acts he never forgets to shower you in praise

i'd say that he, when giving out affection, is bigger on the act-of-service and quality time part, at least on the surface, so he finds taking you out for dinner or opera the best way to thank you, refusing your pleas to at least split the bill

the time and moment(s) when yours' and his words of affection hit the hardest are during the dead hours of the night, cloaked behind the wine red curtains of his bed, your bodies intertwined with each other and his brain numbed out to nothing but the vibrations of your voice whispering praise into his skin, him pressing his lips onto your temples and combing through your hair with his fingers

like any artist, he's starving for praise - although, obviously, he won't ever admit it as he's well-mannered - and will cherish every single compliment or affirmation you give to him, never forgetting to get back at you with one when you least expect it from him

andrew kreiss🕸

ashamed and his face completely pink the first time you insist on helping him with reading labels or you compliment his hairdo that day - not going to lie, he's going to become a bit selfish and start craving it even more, going to extreme lengths just to hear some more gentle praise seep out of your mouth or to feel the softness of your palm through his leather gloves as you lead the way

the sudden ego stroke is new yet so incredibly addictive to him to the point he might become clingy or way more affectionate than he usually is, not wanting to let go of this daydream he's living in

in response to your affection - he obviously has to shower you with twice as much love and care, no? it's the only reasonable thing to do in his eyes

as much as he's determined to get back at you he's still incredibly shy in delivery, muttering it out nervously and maybe even rushing whatever he wants to help you with in fear that stretching it out will increase the chances of him embarrasing himself and ruining the image of him you have in your eyes

it's scary, leaning his head closer to your face to kiss it, complimenting your appearance that day, tending to your injuries in fear that he might mess up the wound even more and cause even more harm, gifting you some fruit he picked from the garden - brand new opportunities, leading to hundreds of both good and bad outcomes yet if it's for you, then he shall combat his fear of failure

as much as andrew seems naive due to his upbringing he doesn't trust people that easily and now that you gained his trust he's going to become very protective of you especially if you two end up in a match together, not letting the hunter (or the other survivors) get a single hit on you

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