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icycoldninja · 1 month

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Headcanons for the Sparda lads and V getting massages from their s/o? Assuming they'd want one/would be comfortable with it, I mean.

Absolutely, here you go! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Reader massage headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Is very, very stiff after years of fighting demons, doing crazy aerial acrobatics, getting stabbed in the chest, and falling asleep almost every night in his wooden office chair.

-Was a little shocked when you offered to give him a massage because no one had ever suggested something like that. Ever.

-His muscles were kinda sore though, so he agreed and hopped onto his bed, stomach down.

-The moment you started kneading his back, he heard so many cracks. It was like years of stress, trauma, both physical and mental, tension and pain was being popped and squeezed right out of him. It was such a good, relieving sensation.

-He soon melted into it, enjoying every second of your masterful mashing of his muscles with delighted little "Oh"s and "Ah"s.

-When you were finished, he found himself to be twice as flexible as before; the discomfort of a million battles finally gone. He'll definitely be coming back for a round two in the near future.

■ Vergil ■

-Does not like being touched by most people for whatever reason. He is constantly paranoid and afraid that he will be attacked if he lets someone touch him.

-However, you're a different story. He knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him and that he could trust you, so he agrees to your offer of a massage, with some half-hearted grumbling.

-He wasn't sure what to expect from this "massage", but it certainly wasn't what he got. The moment you set to work on his taut, tense, rock-hard muscles, he felt himself instantly relax. He even let out a soft little moan.

-Vergil enjoyed the massage a lot more than he ever expected to. The sensation of having someone press down on your tense areas without murderous intentions was pure bliss.

-When you announced that you were finished with the massage, he whined. Yes, he genuinely, actually, unmistakbly whined. You thought he would request a continuation, but no. He simply stood up, stretched, and slipped his jacket back on.

-Massages are now a nightly tradition between the two of you. He even goes out and gets different lotions and oils for you to experiment with.

□ Nero □

-Nero has never had a massage in his life, nor has he ever wanted one. He didn't dislike the notion of you giving him a massage, nor did he like it. He simply accepted it to make you happy.

-Turns out massages are way better than he could have ever imagined! He just can't get over how it seems to make all his stiffness melt away.

-Now he wants you to massage his legs, arms, shoulders, and neck too--oh, and also the rest of his body.

-At one point he fell asleep while you were massaging him, proving one of two things: Either A, he's very, very, tired, or B, he's just that relaxed.

-Getting massages from you is now the number one thing Nero looks forward to when he comes home from missions.

-Sometimes he has Nico put together a new, vibrating attachment for his arm--which he will then give to you so you can have a helping hand.

● V ●

-V has never heard of a massage and therefore has no idea what it is.

-After Googling it, he deduces that such an activity would benefit him, and that he would be wise to take up your offer.

-And so he does; while the sensations are an entirely new experience for him, he finds them very enjoyable. In fact, they're so helpful in mitigating his stress, he should write a poem about them.

-V loves to have you massage his legs because they're so weary from traveling and supporting his lanky frame all day long.

-Also, he can read while you massage his legs, which makes it all the more comforting.

-Massages are now one of his top stress-relievers, other than cuddling with Shadow, that is.

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fishermanshook · 2 months

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ASK: sooo you mentioned that you wanted someone to ask for ganji or orpheus smut so here i am 😆😆 so, general ganji smut hcs? or maybe just sfw nsfw hcs of taking a bath with him? or perhaps first time hcs? Soooo many ideas

requester: @ch6douin

HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON'T LET GO

(batter , novelist x gn!reader) separate [N]SFW hc’s

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is gn , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

What’s more intimate than bathing together under the moonlight? Holding each other in your arms, as the other shakes and cries from the overstimulation you’ve caused to their body. Seeing you, their darling, twitch, and moan from the pleasure they give you is something they need engraved in their mind and memory.

How can they help themselves when you look so stunning right now?

꒰wc꒱ 1.3k

The Batter

SFW

Getting close to the Batter is an accomplishment in itself, but establishing a relationship with him earns you some bragging rights. Ganji’s emotional (and physical?) walls are literal fortresses in themself, so to have a relationship with him takes time, patience, and communication. The more the two of you talk, the fewer bumps there will be.

Once the two of you start dating it will be a lot smoother from there on out.

In the early stages of your relationship, if you were trying to bathe alongside him, Ganji is automatically shutting it down. He’s not comfortable doing something that he finds so intimate already and he’d rather do it later in the relationship.

When he does find your relationship solidified, he asks you if you would like to join him in the bath. Where the sun pours in from the windows and gleams across your skin. It feels nice to be this close to his, with your chest against his. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.

Ganji might ask you to wash his hair, or, as long as your hands aren't wet, run your fingers through his hair. It's such a soothing thing for the man that he could fall asleep if he weren’t in the bath.

But on certain and rare occasions, the Batter may or may not find it harder than usual to keep focus. Especially when your ass is pressed right against his— oh god. He might explode if he doesn’t have his way with you right now.

[N]SFW

“Fuck, Ganji! Yes right there!” the words spilled out of your mouth as the Batter pumped his dick in and out of you. You should’ve become numb to any feeling down there, but it’s your 5th round and you swear the twitching of his cock becomes even more prominent with every thrust.

The Batter seems to have an unwavering stamina, but you sense his tiredness growing in every thrust. Yet he keeps it up. He can’t get the image of you bouncing up and down on him out of his brain, and he wishes to soak up the memory and feeling before your touch eventually wilts away.

“Tell me I feel good, love,” Ganji whispers in your ear with that deep, raspy voice that you love. It never fails to send chills down your spine as you moan out his name and praise him like it’s going out of style.

“You so amazing darling,! Fill me up so good, ugh please keep going,” you groan out as his name continues to spill from your mouth like a mantra. You take him so well, your eyes filled with lust and love.

Ganji senses that you're about to reach your climax, and he’s not far behind you. It seems only now you realize that his hips have started to meet yours in a lustful rhythm neither of you want to end. With a final kiss, you moan out his name one last time before coming.

“Yes darling— come for me,” Ganji says as you come undone on his cock, coating his in your essence once more. The Batter eventually thrusts into you sucking in a breath of air as he follows suit.

The aftermath leaves both of you tired and drowsy. Using the last bit of your energy, you help clean up Ganji and yourself before making the trek back to your shared bed.

“I love you,” Ganji states as he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hummed back in response, closing your eyes to get some well-deserved rest.

Aftercare is an obvious must. It doesn’t matter how tired he is Ganji will help clean you up. So while it doesn’t explicitly state that here, he did make sure to help wipe you down.

Ganji just wants to make you feel good, but also won’t deny pleasure as a response. As long as you feel like you're going to burst, he’ll feel good too.

The Novelist

SWF

The Novelist isn’t one to trust easily, let alone fall in love as quickly as he did. He’s quick to judge others on their behavior and who they surround themselves with. You must’ve made an amazing first impression on him, as it’s become a lasting one even months later.

Orpheus finds himself confessing to you using a heartfelt letter that took him weeks to write. Don’t believe him? Then maybe the crumbled drafts decorating his bedroom floor will convince you otherwise.

Regarding bathing together, he’s not entirely against the idea. Orpheus thinks just that preferably, he’d want to do it later on in the relationship when trust has further been built. He’s not rushing to have you with him in the bath, and it doesn’t seem like you are either.

Although, he can’t deny the pleasant thought of holding you oh so close to him. A glass of red wine is held in your hands as he massages out any areas of tension across your back and other areas. To have you wash his hair and try (miserably) to keep the soap out of his eyes.

It’s all adorable to think of, which leaves him to inviting you into the tub more often than not. As you lay on his chest, hands intertwined, he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

This time though, the rose petals and candles that decorate the bathroom floor tell a different story. Leaving you to wonder if Orpheus had ever written something like this before.

[N]SFW

Orpheus wants the both of you to feel good, which is why he refuses to stop when you're begging him to. He works away at your neck first, covering it in hickeys as his fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

“Orpheus please— need you so badly,” you whine into his ear as he pulls away from your hickey-covered neck to face you.

“But darling I thought you wanted this,” Orpheus states as he presses kisses along your jawline before finally moving inside you. Drawing a low moan from you as he pushes himself inside. “Shit, always so tight for me no matter how many times I do this huh?”

It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this, he always makes you feel too good for words to describe. He touches all the sensitive parts, kisses all the right spots, and always hits the right spot. His accuracy is precise and has you coming in no time.

Your wet hands glide through his hair and pull his head towards yours. In other situations, he’d pull your hand away and sulk because “now my hair is soaking”. Now though, he wouldn’t want anything else but to have his face against yours. To listen to the melodies that fall from your mouth. To hear his name fall from your lips.

“Come on daring, lemme hear more of you.” Orpheus managed to grunt out as he pounds into you, the water and soap around you creating waves around you.

“Feel so good—Orpheus I want all of you!” You shout out as you scratch and claw at his back. Your neck and collarbone are littered with hickeys and warm spots from where his soft lips were earlier.

Sooner or later, you're gushing from his cock. Your back arched in a way that has him drooling from his mouth and shooting loads into you that feel like they'll never stop.

Once the situation has calmed down, he'll help clean up and tuck the two of you into bed. With a final kiss to the lips and a shared "I love you" goodnight, you two drift far off into sleep.

Orpheus is a gentleman at heart, but despite that, he'll tease you a bit before giving you what you want. It's always worth it in the end and always makes the experience just 10 times more pleasurable for both of you.

note: hi poookieeee,,,, apology’s for how long this was left in my drafts 🌝 hope your happy with this sjsjajakqllemsc

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adiluv · 9 months

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❥ PHOTOGRAPHER + GENERAL HCS. ˚⊹꒷

⚜️୧・꒰word count꒱ 1129.

📕୧・꒰warnings꒱ none!

👑୧・꒰adi moment꒱ unfortunately i am writing for french 'people' now… how sad… /j lol—to be real, though, i’ve actually started playing identity v again and ended up sparking some interest for joseph ꒰netass gave me tranquility, as a treat꒱, so here we are! feel free to send in requests, whether it be for him or other characters! hope you enjoy! ꒰ㅅ´ ˘ `꒱

꒰⚔️꒱・A closed-off aristocrat with a slight tendency for egotism, Joseph is certainly one of the more tedious residents to woo. Congratulations for ꒰somehow꒱ managing to do so! Beneath his haughty and withdrawn persona, he’s an incredibly observant, caring, and loyal individual—and he does his best to make sure that you feel loved whenever he’s by your side.

꒰⚔️꒱・Although I consider him to be far from optimistic, considering everything that’s happened within his pre-manor days, I do still imagine him to be a sort of hopeless romantic. This is a sentiment you’ll become well aware of through the many dates that he plans for the both of you—whether they be candlelit dinners, strolls in the garden, or something else. These dates do occasionally go astray due to the ever growing amount of inhabitants sharing the space, though he does his best to keep/get things back on track. Please reassure him if things get a bit too hectic—he’s very much prone to panicking.

꒰⚔️꒱・As a man of the arts, you’re quick to become his new muse. He loves taking photos of you at any and every moment he can, regardless of how mundane it is. Depending on your own sentiments of the matter, this could potentially be a root of disagreements—especially considering that the camera seems to follow him every time you’re together. Similarly, he’s a big fan of painting you, originally using the photos he took of you as references, though he quickly abandons them once he gets the hang of things—he’s a fast learner when it comes to you.

꒰⚔️꒱・Of course, though, he values your happiness far more than his desire to preserve you, and he’ll try to stop taking so many photos of you if you ever express discomfort. ꒰Of course, the keyword here is ‘try’.꒱ He slips up on occasion, so please try to be patient with him—it’s his way of showing love, and he tends to get a little over dramatic at times.

꒰⚔️꒱・Joseph is also a rather clingy type of lover, and jealousy is ever quick to sink its fangs into him. The fear of losing you, whether it be physically or emotionally, is relentless in haunting him once you start dating. Even so, it isn’t something he vocalizes often, due to his fears of being considered as weak. Whether it be him hovering close to you whenever you’re too close to another survivor, or the way that he subtly begs you not to leave his side, it is something that you come to notice.

꒰⚔️꒱・Ignore his signs of jealousy, and you might just find that other survivor being targeted during matches—but he’ll ꒰reluctantly꒱ catch himself if you call him out on it. Afterwards, he’ll just resort to being a pouty mess around you, though some extra affection is quick to restore his good mood. You might even catch the Joseph Desaulniers apologizing to the other survivor afterwards—though you’d best bet that he’s swearing them to secrecy. It’s embarrassing, truly! You know nobles like him are meant to be composed at all times..!

꒰⚔️꒱・When it comes to facing you in matches, well… It really does depend. His most common strategies include going friendly for your entire team ꒰and spending the time by your side꒱ or simply avoiding you until everybody else has been chaired and he can give you dungeon. However, there are times that he’ll have to go full swing on you—he fears that the baron might punish the both of you, otherwise. He tries to be gentle on you when this happens, grazing you ever so lightly with his rapier, but he’ll always come running to Emily’s infirmary once the match is over… just to make sure.

꒰⚔️꒱・Assuming that you haven’t been hurt by him in a match, though, it does take some time for him to catch back up with you. Joseph is a massive cleanfreak, and absolutely despises the idea of being dirty—something caused both by his social status and the illness that took Claude away from him. He tends to make a beeline to his shower whenever he returns from matches, a habit that you’ve gradually come to pick up due to his hesitancy to cuddle with you when you haven’t. All things considered, it is a good habit, so you don’t mind it all that much.

꒰⚔️꒱・When it comes to things like PDA, I do imagine Joseph falling more on the conservative side ꒰once again due to his upbringing꒱. He’d really only engage in it when he’s feeling jealous, and for the most part prefers to keep all amorous gestures private… though he won’t complain nor attempt to stop you if you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, or something similar. He does, however, use a lot of French nicknames and terms of endearment for you—both in private and public. Mary enjoys teasing him for it, and offers to translate them for you if you don’t know French.

꒰⚔️꒱・Circling back to his fixation on cleanliness, the worst thing for him is falling sick. He’s quick to become upset if he notices himself falling under the weather, and he’ll quickly try to find something to blame for it. While this can grate on the nerves of whoever’s caring for him, being angry distracts him from his fear—though he’ll try to tone things down if he notices that he’s riling you up. Regardless, he’s grateful that you’re putting in the effort to care for him, even if he initially tries to shoo you off for the fear of getting you sick, too.

꒰⚔️꒱・If you’re the one sick, however, things tend to go much differently. He’s a mix of worried and distant whenever it happens, constantly obsessing over your condition and endlessly pestering Emily—begging her to make sure that you’re alright. At the same time, however, you won’t catch a single sight of him while you’re still ill—the thought of seeing you in such a state causing his stomach to churn. He’s quick to apologize once you’re better, pressing kisses on every part of skin that he can reach… Though expect a slight scolding to accompany his tenderness.

꒰⚔️꒱・Ending this with a cuddling headcanon..! Joseph absolutely adores having you close to him. Whether it be you sitting in his lap while he reads a book or him having an arm wrapped around you as he rants about bad matches and annoying survivors, cuddling is a necessity for him. He’s not against the idea of falling asleep while holding you, either, but be warned that his grip gets shockingly tight once he drifts off. While attempts at escape don’t fully wake him, he’ll try to convince you to stay with half-asleep murmurs of ‘don’t leave, mon ange…’ or ‘stay a little, mon amour…’. Unfortunately for you, they’re rather effective.

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virescent-v · 10 months

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Phone Tag

Summary: Emily's been gone for a few days and you're just *really* missing her. Warnings: it's smut, ya'll. Pure smut. Word Count: 3k. (I don't know how...)

A/N: It goes without saying, but minors DNI. This ain't for you. Also, I'm 90% sure this will have a part 2 ;)

Emily had been gone on the current case for over a week and a half. While that wasn’t too out of the ordinary, you were really missing her, mostly because you were off of work for a bit. You didn’t think you had become so dependent on your girlfriend, but apparently you were wrong.

The days have slipped by in never ending boringness. You spent the first days off cleaning your messy apartment, restocking your empty fridge, and running the errands you’ve been putting off. But now, on day six, you just want your girlfriend.

At first, you had just wanted to hang out with her. Take her on cute little dates, make her grocery shop with you (even though she couldn’t cook for shit), catch up on all of your missed tv shows with her.

But now?

Now, you were just super needy.

But now?

Now, you were just super needy.

While she hadn’t said you couldn’t touch yourself in her absence, you didn’t want to. You wanted Emily here, between your legs, touching you, making you cum. It wasn’t the same if you did it yourself.

Just the thought of her on her knees for you, tasting you, fucking you, was enough to have you dripping.

You knew it was late, but hopefully she was still awake.

You: baby?

Almost immediately, you got your response. She must be having a hard time sleeping.

Emily: Hi baby. What’re you doing up so late?

You: Can’t sleep. Missing you too much.

You weren’t sure how Emily was feeling. You haven’t had too much contact with her during this case. It was apparently a really bad one, leaving your only communication to a few quick ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ texts.

Emily: I miss you too, princess. I’m hoping to be home within the next couple of days. If I can swing it, I want to take a couple of days off and spend them with you. How’s that sound?

You: Amazing! There’s so much I’ve been wanting to do with you baby.

Emily: Oh yeah? Like what?

You started to feel the blush rising on your cheeks. You weren’t sure if Emily would be down for where your head was at, but you had to try.

Y/n: Right now all I want is for your tongue or fingers on me ma’am. I’ve been so needy for you the past few days.

You watched your text go from delivered to read. Immediately after, your phone started ringing.

You were almost hesitant to answer it. Wanting to talk to your love won out, and you hit the green button.

“Hi, Em,” you said. You almost felt like you needed to whisper, even though you were alone in your apartment.

“Baby, I-” she started. You could almost hear the moan in her voice. “I can’t wait to come home and fuck you until you can’t walk properly.”

“Jesus, Em,” you breathed heavily. You didn’t think she’d go so quickly into this, but you were ready for it. Ready for her. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about since you left. It’s almost unbearable how much I want you right now.”

“Yeah? You wet for me right now, angel? I haven’t even said much.”

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been thinking of all of the different ways I want you to make me cum for days, Emily. I’ve been wet the whole time. I’ve had to change my panties so many times,” you whispered the last part, almost embarrassed at how turned on just the thought of your girlfriend makes you.

You’re pretty sure you hear Emily curse under her breath. “And you haven’t touched yourself since I’ve been gone?” She asked, genuinely sounding curious.

“No, ma’am. It’s not the same. I only want to cum if you’re the one making it happen.”

At that, Emily moaned. As if she just realized how much of an effect she actually has on you, as if she just realized how addicted you were to her touch.

You’ve never explored phone sex before, nothing past a few flirty text messages. That, and the fact that she’s never been gone so long before, this was new to both of you.

“Then you’re not allowed to touch yourself while I’m gone unless I tell you to, understood?”

You whimpered. While you hadn’t been thinking about touching yourself because you really only wanted Emily’s hands, now the thought of not touching yourself was going to drive you crazy. “But, baby, ple-,” you started.

“No. Absolutely not, angel. Your body is mine, your orgasms are mine. Do not disobey me. Or I will edge you for a month and ruin your orgasms.”

You gasped, “That’s so unfair, Em! Don’t leave me like this, baby, please.” You could feel how wet you were already - again - without removing one piece of clothing.

“No, and I won’t say it again. Understood?”

You sighed. “Yes, Em. I understand.”

“Good,” she said. You could almost hear the smirk in her voice. You realized in that moment that she was going to make the next few days a living hell for you, just because she could. “Now, it’s late, and I’m exhausted, so I’m going to get some sleep.” Emily paused for a fraction of a second. “And you’re going to be my good girl and go to bed, too.”

You groaned. If you couldn’t touch yourself, you at least wanted to talk to Emily. You’ve missed her voice. But, you know how grueling the case was and you respected her work. “Fine, Em, but I’m not happy about it.”

Emily laughed, her deep chuckle echoing over the phone. “I know, angel. But hopefully I’ll be home within the next couple of days,” she paused. “And, if you behave for me, I’ll make it worth your while, okay?”

Your mind ran through all of the different scenarios that could play out when Emily got home. Her pinning you to the wall when you greeted her at the door, her bending you over every available surface in your apartment and licking you until your legs gave out, you riding her cock until you were dripping down your legs. Hopefully she’d make it all happen.

“Baby?” You heard, Emily’s voice sounding a little worried. “Are you still there?”

You swallowed heavily. “I am. Sorry, Em. My thoughts, uh, started drifting a little.” You could feel the embarrassed blush rising on your cheeks at being caught daydreaming.

You could hear the smirk Emily was sporting on the other end of the phone. “Oh?”

You rolled your eyes. You shouldn’t have expected anything else. Emily was rightfully arrogant in her ability to turn you into a whimpering mess in person. It shouldn’t have been a shock that just a few words over the phone have done the same to your libido. You snorted, “I’ll see you when you get home, ma’am.”

Emily’s laugh rumbled through the speaker. “Yes you will. I can’t wait to see you, pretty girl.”

You smiled. Emily’s affection for you has only grown steadily throughout the course of your relationship. It took awhile for her - for both of you - to let down the vast walls around her emotions and her heart. But once she did, Emily was an amazing girlfriend. She was attentive, even with being gone constantly. Having a relationship that sometimes went purely telephonic for a few days, it was crucial to have great communication. Emily always made sure to text you where she was going, what she was doing for the day, and checked in often after chasing unsubs. Her job was rough, you were always worried about her safety, so she made sure to check in as often as possible.

While she was away, you were always relieved, and usually ecstatic, to receive messages or calls from her. You wished she was around more, but you understood her job meant a lot to her and you would never stand in the way of that. She definitely more than made up for it when she was home.

“I can’t wait to see you, too, Em. I love you. Sweet dreams,” you whispered, a little sullen at having to hang up, but you both needed to sleep. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Definitely. I’ll call or text as soon as I can. I love you, too, baby. Sleep well.”

The beeping signaling the end of the call was your only warning that she’d hung up. You locked your phone before getting up and heading to bed. Plugging your phone in to charge, you watched it light up to your lock screen of you and Emily on your last vacation smiling at the camera. Smirking to yourself, a plan started to form in your mind.

***

You woke up late the next morning, groaning at the late morning sunlight streaming through your bedroom window. Having off of work for a while meant you were enjoying the opportunity to sleep in as much as possible. As you were rubbing your eyes, your phone vibrated with the notification of a new text message.

Emily: Good morning, sweet girl. I hope you slept well. We’re going to be working with the local police today, so I won’t be on my phone much, but I’ll try and check in as much as I can. Love you!

You smiled, gazing at your phone. Today was going to be such a good day. You had your plan in mind, the sun was shining, and you were going to tease your girlfriend. Which, thinking about it, probably wouldn’t end up good for you when she got home. But, until then, you were going to have fun.

You got out of bed, deciding the first course of action would be to take a shower. You turned the water on, the temperature slightly hotter than you preferred. The bathroom quickly filled up with steam, the shower door fogging up, little droplets running down. You quickly shed your clothes, set up your phone on the sink, pointing it directly at the shower door. You set the timer for 10 seconds, and quickly got in the shower. Hearing the snap of the photo, you sped through your shower routine, drying yourself, and throwing on the nearest robe, which just so happened to be Emily’s.

Looking at your camera roll, you smiled to yourself. The photo was exactly what you wanted. The door to the shower was fogged up by the steam, but the droplets of water had caused some areas of visibility. You could just make out the fact that you were in the shower, some slivers of your wet skin visible. It was enticing and provoking, while still being tasteful and teasing.

You opened your message thread to Emily, attaching the photo and sending a quick text.

You: Good morning, Em! Wish you were here to wash my back ;) Have a good day today, stay safe, and check in when you can. Love you! <3

You made sure the photo was delivered before walking out into the living room, settling yourself on the couch. The satin and lace of Emily’s robe felt amazing on your freshly showered and lotioned body. The confidence and giddiness you were feeling was making you almost vibrate in excitement from how Emily would react to your photo.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you looked down at yourself and the phone in your hand. Deciding hastily, you snapped a picture of yourself on the couch, the robe just covering the swells of your breasts, leaving a decent amount of cleavage in view of the camera. You made sure you could see from your nose down, your lower lip pulled between your teeth, the smooth skin of your thighs noticeable towards the bottom of the picture.

You opened your messages, again, noticing the last one still said delivered. You attached the photo you just took, thinking of what to text with it. You knew the picture was the most important part, so you weren’t worried about the actual text.

You: Thanks for letting me borrow your robe, babe. It feels so nice. ;)

At this point, you were sure Emily was going to get you back in some way or another, but you couldn’t help it. It was just too much fun to tease your girlfriend. Smirking, you turned on the tv, getting lost in whatever trashy reality tv show was on at the time. You couldn’t wait for Emily to check her phone.

***

Halfway through your third episode of Real Housewives of Orange County, your phone rang. Looking over at it, Emily’s smiling face greeted you. Your grin widened, anticipation sending goosebumps down your arms.

“Hi baby!” You exclaimed.

“Angel…,” Emily almost growled. “Want to explain those pictures?”

Emily’s voice was low. Dangerous. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was pissed at you. But, you could tell she just wasn't expecting them.

“What do you mean, Em? I just thought you’d like to see what I was up to this morning.” You were playing with fire and you were kind of excited to get burned.

Emily took a deep breath. “Babygirl. You know exactly what you were doing when you sent me those incredibly sexy pictures of you.” You could hear Emily walking around and the background noise getting a little quieter. “All I can think about now is how much I wish I was there to taste you, how I want to fuck you hard and deep while you wear my robe. How much I want to hear you moan and whimper and beg for me to let you cum. Over and over and over again until you’re a panting, sated mess.”

Hearing Emily describe the exact thoughts you’ve been having set you on fire. The moan you let out was almost pornographic. “Please, ma’am. Please. I’ve been so needy for you for days. I’m so wet.”

Emily grunted. “Oh yeah? Is that tight, pretty, little cunt of yours soaked angel? I bet it’s so swollen, just throbbing with the thought of me licking it, fucking it. You haven’t touched yourself have you?”

“No, Em. But it’s getting really hard not to.”

Emily let out a little chuckle at hearing your neediness over the phone. “Go ahead, love. One finger, lightly circle your clit. Do as I say, or I stop, understand?”

You didn’t expect Emily to let you touch yourself, but you weren’t going to question it. Not when you were this worked up. “Yes, ma’am, I understand.” You moved the robe to the side a little, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the apartment. The difference in temperatures sent a brief chill down your spine. You trailed one hand down your torso, wanting to touch your breasts on the way, but wanting to follow Emily’s orders even more.

One hand trailed down between your legs, one finger making contact with your swollen nub. You were drenched already, had been for days, and the fact that Emily was doing this was turning you on even more. “Shit, Em. I don’t think I’m going to last long,” you panted.

Emily let out a low moan and tried to stifle it before it could really get out. “Go ahead, baby. Make yourself cum. Rub your clit a little faster for me.” Emily waited until she could hear you follow her directions. “Good girl, baby. God, you sound so fucking delicious moaning for me.” Emily licked her lips, her breath coming faster, heavier. “I wish I was there to feel you writhe against me, push your hips into mine to beg for more.”

“Ungh, Christ, Emily.”

“Fuck. I wish I had my cock buried so deep inside you. Wish you were on your hands and knees for me, fucking back into me to take me harder. I wanna feel your tight little pussy squeeze around me, watch you throw your head back as you cum hard on my cock.”

You could hear Emily’s voice starting to quiver as if it was taking everything in her not to touch herself right now.

You let out the loudest moan yet. “Emily, please.”

“You gonna be a good little slut for me? You gonna cum hard? Soak your fingers for me, pretty girl. Let go.”

Just as you could feel your orgasm start to hit its peak, you heard in the background of the phone rushed footsteps and a slightly out of breath Derek say, “Prentiss, we found the unsub! Get off the phone with your woman and let’s go!” As he rushed past Emily.

Emily cursed under her breath. You could only imagine how flustered she looked. Emily was a confident woman, sometimes pushing the boundary of arrogance, but she was also very private. It took her months of dating before she even mentioned you to her team, almost a year before she introduced you. You heard her clear her throat, could imagine how flushed her face was.

She took a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry, baby. You can finish what we started if you want. But, please, no more pictures while I’m at work. If Derek had caught me saying those things in the precinct…,” she trailed off.

You had lost your orgasm as soon as you’d heard Derek’s voice, worried about getting Emily caught. “No, Em, I’m sorry. I was trying to rile you up because I’ve just missed you the past few days. I didn’t mean to almost get you caught.” You bit your lip. You did kind of feel bad. Just a little.

Emily laughed lightly. “It’s okay. I did really enjoy the pictures. I can’t wait to come home to you, love.”

“I can’t wait either, Em. And I can’t wait for you to fuck me silly as a punishment,” you cheekily said.

Emily laughed loudly. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

You smirked. “I know exactly what I want you to do to me, ma’am.”

You could imagine Emily shaking her head in bemused adoration. You knew just how to push all of her right buttons and tease her and she loved you for it.

“I love you, you know,” she said. You could hear her walking back towards more sound, probably getting ready to head out.

“I know you do. I love you, too. Be safe, okay?”

“I will. For you. Always. I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Bye, Em.”

“Bye, baby.”

A/N: Part two: Emily comes home :P

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #NO use of y/n #virescent v fanfic #its my headcannon that emily fucking loves pet names okay

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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after an argument: hc

(part 2: part 1 here!) this ended up taking way longer than i imagined woops

STEVEN:

the silent treatment he had been giving you eventually turns into reflection time.

the outcome? he feels like a complete dick.

so he when he sees your sitting on the sofa, he would come and sit next to you, his hands placed awkwardly on his knees

he would sneak peaks at you as if to get your attention because our love can’t directly make the first move after confrontation

finally, you would sigh and face him

to which he would pretend to be really interested in whatever was on the tv.

“Steven?”

then he would spill.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse and for the stupid argument. I was acting immature and you don’t deserve that and if there’s anyway I can make it up to you-”

You would interrupt him with a much calmer, “Steven.” and add, “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I was stupid to do anything to risk what we have.”

You could see the hidden fear in his eyes and shook your head.

“You won’t lose me. besides, people in relationships argue!” He isn’t convinced, muttering a string of apologies again.

“I’m not mad anymore, okay? It’s done.”

Steven is relieved. Like super relieved. he physically breathes a sigh of relief.

And he hesitantly reaches out to take your hand

to which you offer a smile and snuggle into his side.

“Wow.” Steven suddenly whispers

“Hmm?”

“I just love you. And am so lucky to have you, my love.”

to which you smile, because your equally lucky to have him- even when he is sassy.

MARC:

okay so i feel like he would want to avoid direct confrontation

but would still obviously want to apologise.

so say your asleep and he sneaks into the flat

has gotten a bunch of flowers or something cliché that he debated on getting but decided he needs something romantic to add to his apology.

he doesn’t want to wake you, plans to just leave the flowers in a vase and cook you breakfast.

but he stubs his toe on the side as he walks in and cusses loudly.

of course, you wake up instantly, slightly delirious from your sleep.

“Steven?”

he cringed at himself, inhaling deeply before muttering a small ‘nope’.

“Oh.”

Marc knows he’s fucked up by the sadness in your tone.

your sit up, noticing the flowers and he follows your gaze and sighs.

“Look, Y/N, I fucked up. And I’m sorry.”

he paces forward and places the flowers on the bedside table

It’s kinda funny to see big, scary Marc Spector be so shy

and you don’t really know what to do

cause your still pissed at him.

“You upset me, marc. I just care about you, is all. when you get hurt, it hurts me. And I’m powerless to it, you know?”

“I know, baby. I know. I got, defensive and it was wrong of me.”

he feels emotional and turns away from you for a moment.

“Just not really used to people caring about me. I just don’t want to scare you off, or risk losing you. It doesn’t give me an excuse, I know. I’m sorry.”

He sniffles, would desperately try to stop any tears.

But you saw him. Saw all his insecurity, all his pain, all his worry.

and you instantly would get up from the bed, wrap your arms round his waist.

“I know, darling. We can work on it, okay? But we don’t have to right now.”

to which you would gently urge him to turn around.

“C'mere.”

and he accepts your embrace, softly sniffles into your shoulder as you stroke his back.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

and he agrees.

and you both lie down, you guiding him to rest his head on your chest as you gently play with his hair

both slowly realising you can work on your problems together.

JAKE

“I’m worried, mate. She could be anywhere.”

“She isn’t answering our texts.”

“Fuck sake, Jake.”

after you left, of course all 3 of them would be freaking out.

Jake would eventually take control- or lose it.

going back to his bottle but slowly

truth was, he was more worried than anyone.

this was his fault

so if anything happened to you, that would be on him.

and he would never forgive himself

he was pacing the room, calling your phone yet again, practically screaming in frustration when he heard your voicemail.

that was until the door opened.

you half expected one of the others to be fronting, or for Jake not to be there at all.

but to your slight dismay, there he was, instantly turning to face you and throwing his phone on the sofa.

you would take off your jacket, not even bothering to face him.

then walk straight to the bathroom for a shower, avoiding contact at all.

“You need to sort this out, Jake. Just say sorry.”

he knew he had too. just didn’t know how to communicate it

and all you wanted, no, needed, was for him to communicate.

you come out the shower and to his dismay, your wearing one of your own night tops and not one of his

and you get a glass of water before going to bed.

but before you can, Jake clears his throat.

“Y/N.”

to which you would stop in your tracks, slightly turning to him so he knows he has some of your attention.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

“You were gone for so long, I thought you might’ve got-”

“Are you kidding? I was ‘gone for so long’ because you told me to leave, remember?”

okay, tensions were still high

and i have a feeling Jake is stubborn

Jake would stop talking for a moment as he watches you shake your head slightly

“I was angry.”

“well I’m still angry.”

and the atmosphere would be so tense.

one wrong word, and it could all snap.

“What do you want me to do?”

and you scoff.

“Honestly? I want you to be honest. Jake, do you want me?”

“What?”

“You hardly say it.”

“What?”

“You hardly say you love me! and maybe I’m selfish but you don’t act like you love me sometimes. I want, I want you to talk to me and be open to me and want me in the way I want you! Because I can’t keep doing this.”

Oh.

That- he feels his stomach turn in dread, feels his head fill with fire. But mostly, he feels the way his heart breaks slightly.

of course he loves you.

but it was fucking terrifying to admit

you mistake his silence for agreeance and you feel tears well in your eyes

because this is your biggest fear; that one of them could fall out of love with you.

“I’m going to bed.”

the sentence sends chills down his spine in the worst way

and he shakes out of his thoughts, rushing forward.

“No no no, wait. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t find the words for you, Y/N, but it’s not because I don’t want to or because I don’t care but it’s because for you, I feel so deeply. I can cope with pain, lord knows I can, but this... loving you means the possibility of losing you and I can’t live with that.”

none of them can

and you pause again, putting down the water and turning to him with watery eyes.

“It doesn’t make up for what happened. I mean it, Jake. We can’t keep doing this thing where we fight and then fuck, and then forget about it.”

“I won’t. I will try and make it up to you, Cariño, every single day. And I might not be able to open up like the others do, but I will try. I will try for you.”

and you finally nod slightly, tears falling freely now.

“okay.”

and he sighs in utter relief and it’s overwhelming what he feels for you

he walks over and kisses you fiercely and you pause for a moment before returning the gesture

but the dominance dies down, leaving a gentle, loving kiss, making your head dizzy

and finally, Jake says with as much certainty as you have ever heard, “Te quiero. I love you, mi amor.”

and whilst you know it’ll take a while, your willing to wait.

for them, you would wait an eternity

because they are your eternity.

cliché little ending to make up for the angst of p1 hehe. hope you enjoyed :)

#Moon Knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #Steven Grant #marc spector x reader #jake lockely #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #steven with a v #angst #fluff #ff #headcannons

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orphiceonian · 8 months

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thinking about how Johnny would have known V’s real name from the start and still chose to use V because he knew that Valarie was only for people she was close to and even though they share the same body they are a million miles away from one another

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #v cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #headcannons #silverv #WIP: acid rain

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absinthefog · 2 years

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some cheebs

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singleloverr · 3 months

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Taehyung x reader

Masterlist

Boyfriend headcannons

Warnings: none :3

• sweetest boyfriend everrrrr

• loves to gift you flowers and whenever you're shopping together, it's his card that you're going to use

• nope. no complaints.

"Baby, let me spoil you"

• however, whenever you gift him something, whether it be small or big, he would be eternally grateful

• get ready for him to smother you in kisses and cuddle you to no end as a thanks

• you love it though

• speaking of kisses, he loves to cradle your face gently and smooch you

• his kisses are warm and slow

• he loves spending time with you

• your vibes and his just match so well together

• we all know how he loves his jazz, so don't be surprised when he holds your hand and guides you to the living room to dance to the soft beats of the music

• you could even be doing absolutely nothing together, but Taehyung would still be content

• he loves cuddling with you

• on days where it's rainy and the clouds block the sunlight he would love to spend the day in each other's arms in your warm bed

• snuggles with him is definitely a 10/10

• dates with him are so romantic!!

• whenever he looks at you he eyes are filled with hearts 💕

• loves to kiss your hand a lottt

• makes eye contact while kissing it >_<

• Taehyung craves skinship whenever he's around you

• loves to feel you in his arms and vice versa

• he feels so warm and happy around you

• you make him feel safe and so content

• he also makes sure to care for you and check up on you all the time

• he just wants you to be feeling good all the time <3

• whenever you're feeling bad about whether it is a current situation or yourself, he'll be there to comfort you

• have in his hold and sweetly caress you

• whatever you need/want him to do he'll, without hesitation, do it

• whenever he's in a negative situation, make sure to care for him just as he cares for you

• love him and give him your untainted attention

• listen to his words while he lays on your chest and scratch at his help to help him be at ease

• you don't even have to speak, just your presence being with his fulfills him and makes him feel loved

• whenever you guys have disagreements, he'll make sure to give both of you guys some space as time to think clearly about the situation and not get too frustrated with eachother

• when you guys get back with eachother and talk it out, he feels relief

• usually, after the argument, you lay with each other in silence and listen to each other's breaths, basking in eachother comfort

• sweet pecks are exchanged during this

• he loves you so much it hurts

• after the relationship gets serious or maybe before his feelings turn serious for you he thinks about marrying you

• daydreams about it sometimes

• your relationship is healthy, and you both make it work very well with the aid of your undying love for one another

#taehyung x reader #bts x reader #bts headcannons #bts taehyung #female reader #v x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #fluff

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haarrrys · 3 months

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❝ FIC REC’S ⌗KIM TAEHYUNG !

❛ — ⌗ fluff ★彡

- free love

- husband-y

-cold showers

-harmless

-beautiful dreamer

-accidental announcement

-meeting yeontan

-plain sight

-melting into my touch

❛ — ⌗ smut ♪ (´ε｀ )彡

-that one night

-rough

-secret idol

-a little while

❛ — ⌗ dad!taehyung ★彡

- there’s two

-them pregnant with their s/o

-soft hours

-one + one = three

-one + one = four

-baby, oh baby

-maybe baby retreat

-do you hear what i hear?

-paris

-his daughter wants to marry jungkook

-looks good on you

-nesting

❛ — ⌗ angst彡

-jealous

-feel you

-leaked

❛ — ⌗ headcannons / reactions / masterlist✿ 彡

-tae masterlist

-bf taehyung

-recommendations

-tae dating an idol pt2 & pt 1

-dating taehyung

-taehyung masterlist & ii

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fandomobbsessedb · 2 months

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Who should I write a one-shot for?

I’ll do more of these if it’s popular but I just can’t decide :p

#hazbin hotel x reader #the three v's #headcannons #hazbin hotel smut #valentino x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel velvette #valentino #hazbin hotel vox #carmilla #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel fluff #oneshot #poll time

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dapperenby13 · 8 months

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Headcannon time

One time Yosano brought some nail polish to work cause she was bored, and Kenji saw and asked if she could do his,and then he showed Kyouka and she also thought it was cool. So now they paint their nails together whenever they all have a little free time during work. (Kenji really likes the sparkly nail polish that Yosano got for him, Kyouka likes hers to have little flower designs.)

#a silly little thought #big sister yosano #bsd #v says things #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #headcannons #yosano akiko #kenji miyazawa #kyouka izumi

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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Can I request V, Vergil, Nero, and Damte with a s/o that likes cuddling/physical affection?

Yes! Here ya go!

Sparda boys + V x Reader who likes physical affection headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Congratulations, you've found yourself a fellow cuddlebug! Dante loves to lie around snuggling whenever he has time and will enjoy doing so with you. You two can often be found curled up with pillows and blankets on the couch, watching movies or boring TV dramas that put you to sleep.

-If he can't cuddle you to sleep, he'll be sure to hug you whenever he gets the chance, and kiss whatever part of you he has access to.

-Always greets you with a huge hug and kiss when he gets back from missions, sometimes even picking you up and spinning you around for a few seconds afterwards.

-Hand holding isn't all that common between the two of you because he needs his hands at the ready in case there's an attack. Sitting on his lap, however, is an entirely different story.

-He will always let you do it, regardless of who's watching. If he's sitting down, flipping through magazines and you're present, he will pat his leg, signaling it's time to take a seat. Once you do, he will kiss you and hold you close to him, refusing to let you go unless it's an emergency. Dante does this for 2 reasons:

It annoys the fuck out of Vergil, and

It allows him to indirectly brag to everyone about how you're his.

-Bedtime cuddles are a must! Neither of you can sleep without laying in each other's arms. If either of you ever have nightmares, (which happens a lot in Dante's case) the other is there to care for and comfort.

-Needless to say, when you're snuggling with Dante, you're in good hands--literally.

-"Hey, babe, didja miss me? Course ya did, c'mere, lemme give you a big kiss."

□ Vergil □

☝️that right there is the face Vergil makes when Y/N leaves his side for whatever reason.

-Living definition of a tsundere; says he doesn't need to be touched but secretly craves it.

-Doesn't like to be sat on like Dante does, no do not take this the wrong way but doesn't mind having you sit next to him and lean on his shoulder. Bonus points if you fall asleep like that.

-Will 100% let you read over his shoulder if you like, and straight up whines when you get up to get something, regardless of how quick your trips are.

-Speaking of shoulders, he loves it if you massage his for him--we all know how stiff demon hunter's muscles can get.

-He does not partake in PDA, but he most certainly will smother you with kisses behind closed doors, squeezing you, pressing you against him, and essentially trapping you in his hold like a shoe in a clingy dog's jaws.

-Bedtime snuggles are appreciated, but are not a requirement. He won't mind holding you for a bit, but prefers to be on his side of the bed when he falls asleep--he feels less vulnerable that way. However, when the nightmares inevitably come, he will slide into your arms and lay there, just feeling your warmth and listening to your heartbeat.

-"Don't be foolish, I do not require such trivial things such as cuddles. I-oh...alright. Fine. Just for a few moments."

● Nero ●

I am once again apologizing for the big-ass images. On the bright side, there's more for you to look at.

-Nero is not exactly a touchy-feely guy; he doesn't mind a quick peck on the cheek or a gentle, one-armed squeeze, but he won't engage in anything too extravagant.

-He will hold your hand whenever you go out together, and occasionally wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders.

-Does not engage in PDA; he's afraid of the teasing doing so will likely elicit.

-He won't mind it at all if you decide to climb into his arms or surprise him with back hugs. It's not that he doesn't like physical touch himself, it's that he has no idea how to initiate it.

-He doesn't initiate cuddles either, he'll just lie sprawled out on the bed, waiting for you to join him. In his sleep, he'll subconsciously roll over and hook an arm around your waist, drawing you close. When he wakes up like this, he'll be a little confused, then just shrug it off and go back to sleep.

-He will never outright admit he likes to hold and be kissed by you, but will melt into your touch and never actually resists anything you try to do to him, despite his grumbling.

-"Argh, get off 'a me, I got shit to do and ass to kick, don't got time for laying around. Well...I mean, it is early. Yeah, alright, you win. I'll stay."

■ V ■

Jesus Christ, he looks like a Yunnan snub nosed monkey

-V will take whatever you give, do not take that the wrong way horndogs! And will graciously accept any kisses, hugs, or snuggles you offer, regardless of how long they last.

-Kisses you every time he sees you, even if the last time he saw you was 5 minutes ago when you went to get a snack.

-Likes having you sitting in his lap so he can read to you, and also likes laying in your lap, listening to you talk about your day or anything else. He just loves listening to you.

-He feels weak almost all the time and would greatly appreciate it if you could carry him. He also likes being held by you because it makes him feel safe, so, so safe.

-He says he doesn't like to cuddle you at bedtime because he moves around a lot in his sleep and is afraid he'll hit you by accident, but despite these claims, he always sneaks into your room and night and lies down next to you.

-Thinks it's so adorable when you walk up to him and completely cover him with kisses.

-"Ah, there you are, my dear. Come, sit with me, and I'll read to you...if you like."

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je5hko · 10 months

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MICHAEL DE SANTA HEADCANONS‼️‼️

hcs because he’s a baby girl and i love him very much

TW: angst, suicide, smut

He absolutely loves showering and skin/hair care, this dude is fucking obsessed with it.

He rarely gets hard, like ever. You could kiss all of his soft spots, rub his dick for 30 minutes. Nothing.

As i said in my other post, he CANNOT STAND the fur from animals. I believe he has an allergy, so whenever he’s around Chop, he yells at Franklin to go home with him, while sneezing very fucking loud in the middle of sentence.

He’s in denial of being depressed, even though he’s probably diagnosed. Also, he will not be taking any sorts of meds. Pain killers, anti-depressants, antibiotics. He hates them.

He had lots of suicide attempts while being drunk, he won’t admit it though. And most of the time he won’t even remember if he had any attempt, one time he just woke up with a gun pointed to his head, and a broken whiskey glass.

Amanda knows that Michael had those “attempts”, and that he has suicidal tendencies. But she doesn’t do anything about it, she thinks he’s doing this to piss her off.

Mikey has a thing for having things stuffed up his ass. Again. He wont admit it, but he does love it. He probably owns a massive pink dildo, that he hides somewhere in the house.

Absolutely adores physical touch from his loved ones. He might seem like he doesn’t like it at first, but inside he melts under a warm touch. Hes a pookie isnt he?

He misses being Michael Townley, he absolutely hates the way he is now. He feels old, miserable and lonely. Even though he has some “friends” he can hang out with, he never seems fully understood by them. Sure he can talk to them about his problems, but he needs them to understand what he’s feeling, give him comfort. Michael Townley didnt feel sad because of his appearance and live situation, sure there was up and downs but he rarely regretted things. He misses being him.

Loves chocolate. Will eat anything that is covered in it. Starting with bananas and strawberries, ending with a fucking tomato.

He also tried to talk to amanda about his suicidal thoughts, that he might be not good enough and he understands her why shes cheating on him. It turned into an argument about their marriage, and that it would be better if they’d have a divorce since he’s not able to treat her right. After that they slept in a separate rooms, and not talked to each other for days.

THATS ALL FOR NOW!!! I LOVE YALL

#grand theft auto v #gta 5 #gta fanart #gta v headcannon #michael de santa #t/m #trevor phillips #trikey #gta san andreas #headcanon

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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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