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Mating
Dragon Hunter!Composer x Dragoon!reader
Rated M | Warning: you both have dragon blood you can guess how that goes
The dragon blood within him sings when around you. At first, it sang the song of adversity. The first time you met him it was when he was hunting beasts. You were hired to save a child, nothing more nor were you aiming to kill the dragon within the area.
But he complicated the situation by making his battle some grand spectacle, the audience being you and the dragon blood-tainted child. The dragon only took what was offered as a payment for protecting the village, the child was theirs to raise as kin. Its blood binds it to the child and the child to it.
“Begone sellsword! You will only get in the way.” The Dragon Hunter is known for his might and bloodthirsty nature.
“You will stand down.” You are not a slave to your blood nor are you its master, you are equal to it. Human and dragon coexisting within body and soul, blood singing with power. “This dragon is innocent. Trickery has been done by mortal words.”
“You lie.” Not that he cared. The dragon is his prey and he will smite it! “Stay aside or fall with the beast!”
“So be it.” You pull the lance from behind your back and go into a battle stance. “Take your child and flee as far as you can.” Ordering the wounded dragon, the child clinging to its adopted parent. “Go no!” As you block the rush attack from the Dragon Hunter.
Each strike is blocked, and each attempt to go after the original prey is met with your lance snatching and throwing him into the ground.
“Fine, then I shall deal with you first!”
As a Dragoon, your dragon blood roars to life, the aura imbued into the lance and your armor. Those who have fallen crafted into the bone armor and redden by their rage. When the Dragon Hunter stabs his blade into your shoulder, you roar as you bring him into the air.
He is no match for a Dragoon in the air, this he learns when has he to attempt to ground you.
The fight is spectacular, the Dragon Hunter has never felt this rush, this thrill before! To meet one who battles like a dragon, to witness the might one can tap into when it draws upon the blood of such magnificent beasts!
“Marry me.”
You were on the ground holding yourself up by your lance and a knee on the ground. The veteran has met your match and now he towers above you equally a mess from the fight.
“Be mine and I will not hunt the dragon and its kin.” It is rather cruel to have you choose to forfeit your life for the lives of others—
“Then I shall wed you.” Standing up to keep your pride. You do not hesitate to save anyone at any cost.
Frederick has never heard of a Dragoon much less seen one, nor has anyone captured his attention the way you have. Your armor is different, with spikes and scales like a dragon. When he touched it he felt the wrath of its spirit, the mighty fury of a dragon in rage. The lance you call Gae Bolg is crafted to represent a dragon in flight and strike like the dive of one. Had the Dragon Hunter been a wizard or human, you surely would have killed him.
“This is unnecessary.”
“It is quite necessary!” He finally can see you and you can see him without the armor. “Though I intend to marry you, we should probably get to know each other.”
“Was the trip here not enough time to know my body well enough for you, Frederick the Dragon Hunter.” You say with no emotion.
The man nearly chokes on his wine. The dining table is decorated with all types of food, drinks, and treats. His wealth befits a dragon, greedily hoarding wealth but you must admit his kingdom seems prosperous despite his greed.
“Frederick, my dear. We do not need titles when alone.”
“We do. It keeps us from mating once again.” You are very bluntly stating the events as it is true. After the battle, a new fight started. Dragon mating can be… Rather frightening to see for humans, it is about domination, proof of worthiness, and in the end compatibility. As human dragon hybrids, this follows.
Several days of fighting before the actual mating happened. The wedding will only be symbolic for humans, and it seems the Dragon Hunter wants to fully entertain courting you in a human fashion.
You, being raised more as a dragon than a human, do not see the point given you marked him as your mate.
“Humor me. I think you will enjoy the human mating ritual.” Drinking his goblet of wine while you take a seat beside him, your hands on the table. He hums pleased but then stops drinking when you do not grab the utensils on the table. “Is something wrong?”
“I do not know how to use these.” Because you only eat food with your hands given you are wandering time.
There is a silence before he starts snickering.
“Careful Frederick, I will not be mocked.” You grab the fork awkwardly before he reaches over and gently corrects your hand and finger placement. “... Thank you.” Quietly saying those words. He does not mock you when you try using the fork by aggressively stabbing your plate. It is strange and you prefer using your hands, easier to pick up things.
After dinner, Frederick takes you to the armory. Here is displayed all of the various armors throughout the ages. His victories and paintings depicting them.
“Seems you truly are a worthy mate,” Examining one of his oldest armor, “A safe home for our children, you have means of protecting them, and a legacy for them to uphold.”
“Children, dragons move fast.”
“Dragons have no true concept of time. For humans, it will appear slow but for us, it will be a blink of an eye. We are eternal. Nothing has to be immediate.” True. Your father took many human centuries before deciding to mate and have a child. When time and death have no meeting, waiting an eternity is nothing.
“Would it be a topic to come again?”
“If you so wish.”
Frederick grew up with human parents, the church called upon him to consume dragon blood, and the people who needed a savior. You grew up with your father who consumed your mother so their souls are joined as one, you became a dragoon as traditions of old call upon all hybrid children of dragons, and you wander to see the world.
Two very different people bound by the instincts of the dragons.
There are a lot of things you learned from each other. A give and take, the wedding was strange and very elaborate. It pleases your mate so you go along with it. Your father had given the Dragon Hunter his blessings and attended the wedding. The great Siegfried, the first and last Dragon Slayer of his kind. You never knew the human remembered as a hero once more, last your father recalls the human deemed him a monster. He was a human who became a dragon to save his home.
Interesting how times have changed.
The celebration after was much louder and Father took a human form for the occasion.
Dancing, eating, drinking, the weird sentimental speeches. More drinking and dancing. The celebration lasted until the evening when it was announced the newlyweds were leaving. The unspoken time for mating.
“Now they all know we are having sex.” Humans are strange.
“It is not exactly a secret when we slip away to our chambers what is going to happen.”
“Still, humans love to claim they are so reserved yet are easily enthralled by desires. Next, they are going to ask to witness our mating to ensure we have consummated our marriage.” You are naked now and Frederick barely has his ceremonial armor off. “Get on the bed.”
“I am still— Oh.” Pinned down on the bed with you on top of him straddling them without shame as you are naked for only him to see. The scales of your dragon heritage shine in the light of the candles in the room. His eyes dare not wander as your gaze locks his with yours.
“You can still perform with the armor on. In fact, you may need the extra protection for our mating.”
That certainly makes his dragon stir, “I can handle you.”
“Show me, dragon hunter.” Grinning at him.
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OBSERVER'S NOTE :
“ How interesting! I never manage to dig deep into Frederick myself, but he seems like an interesting fellow. His mannerisms do tend to contradict each other, although I won't lie, the music he composes is very nice to listen to.
Anyway, before I start rambling again, here it is, @tartalimispapas ! I hope that I didn't took too long writing this— believe me, people watching and observing him in matches and out of it can be conflicting, not to mention the chaos in the manor. It gives me a headache sometimes... ”
Insomniac Troubles - Frederick Kreiburg
There are certain things that you have trouble with, even after living in the manor for as long as you've remembered.
One being that you have trouble with matches.
And the other being insomnia.
You were one of the few survivors in the manor that has trouble sleeping. It's almost like a curse for you, considering that it costs you during matches when you're being chased by the hunters. The amount of times Emily had to talk to you about your sleep schedule was also another thing, but you weren't going to tell her about your problem.
There were others that do share your pain in staying up late, like Naib, for instance. Aesop was also another survivor you've seen staying up due to this issue, but it seems that the two have managed to resolve it. How? You don't know.
You weren't exactly close to them, anyhow.
As you woke up once again, you found yourself lying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You've pondered if you could even ask anyone for help on this matter. Although you aren't close with the others, you at least know that some wouldn't mind helping you, like Emily or even Ada.
...
They must surely be asleep, though. I should find a way to tire myself out without disturbing them.
With that thought in mind, you pushed yourself out of the bed, perhaps so to get your body moving. It could be a double-edged sword for you and you could end up feeling more active finding ways to tire yourself out, but in your mind, it'll be worth the effort.
All you have to do is find a way to get tired and lull yourself to sleep. That's it.
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...
...
It has been 20 minutes when you got out of the room to walk around the area, your body still in that sluggish state. It was a bit difficult for you to really do much, and the rooms you've visited were empty.
A sure sign that no one is awake.
It was making you feel more and more tired, which may sound good... But no, it wasn't in the sense that you want to head back and sleep in your room. It was more to the fact you're getting more and more annoyed at seeing no one around to help you sleep.
People often talked about how they feel cranky when they wake up, and now, you can understand why they would say that.
The more you walked around, the more the frustration seem to build up. At this point, if you can't find somewhere to keep your mind occupied, you'd—
...
A song seem to echo on the hall as you stepped in, making you stop in your tracks.
It sounded... Faint, yes, but nice. Almost enchanting.
For a moment, you debated investigating what was up. There were certain things you aren't so certain, and especially with thinking who is playing music in such an hour. Maybe it was someone haunting the halls at this time with how enchanting it is, or maybe it is something else and you aren't aware of?
Well, it could be those things, or it can be a musician- Antonio was unable to play the piano, that you knew, but... Who else, then?
...
Ahh, this will keep you up at night. Maybe it's best you investigate what is going on, then.
With a new task in mind, you went off to see what it was. The music was still playing, so in that sense, maybe you will be able to figure out who it is and even ask if they can tell you what song it is.
Although, while the song was playing, the creaks of the floorboards sounded like it wasn't there as you went to investigate. Alongside that, it also helped you feel more and more at ease— the song was played beautifully, each note sounding like they belong in its rightful place, and even down to its various pauses and dips of its tone.
Safe to say, it was enchanting.
You stumbled a few times when you reached the room where it was being played, the melody growing louder and louder. It feels like it was pulling you in its embrace, and it didn't help but amplify it's effects when you stepped in the room.
It seems you have ended up in the ballroom, the instruments laid aside on the side of the stage. Although the place was devoid of life, you could tell someone was playing the piano from their place.
As you turned your gaze into the sight of the piano, you couldn't help but see the man that was playing.
The light from the lantern showed you his features: his platinum blonde hair was styled in a low ponytail, strands framing his face evenly while his eyes were focused onto the sheet. He didn't even have his pink coat with him, opting to wear a white dress shirt as he played the song on the piano.
The melody simply continued on as you felt your body sway, your footsteps growing lighter as you listlessly went over to listen. Although, you didn't expect him to stop playing to turn and see you.
...
Ah.
This is awkward.
You both stared in place as the music came to a sudden stop, the silence enveloping you both in a rather... Tense grip. You felt like the previous drowsiness you had vanish, only to be replaced with the chill and embarrassment of being found out.
Uh oh.
You hesitated for a moment before you turned around to leave, mumbling a "sorry", but you paused when the musician coughed.
"... Sorry, did you hear me play?"
His voice sounded soft and melodic, much like his song, you noted. Though, you did turned back to face him before nodding.
"Yes. It sounds... Nice, though," you answered, giving him a smile in return. "Can you play it again?" you asked, taking one step forward as you watched his reaction.
He paused, perhaps... Debating on whether to continue. After a while, he nodded and gestured for you to sit down, raising his hands to continue playing.
As he began to play the song, the room began to fill with the melody you heard when you were looking for something to tire yourself out. As he continued to play, you observed his reaction.
The way his eyes seem to flutter close as he continued to play, the smile stretching to his lips as he seem lost in his world, and even down to his fingers glide through the keys of the instrument.
It was mesmerizing. Captivating, even.
And it roped you in.
It didn't took long until you felt your body sway, your eyes fluttering close as the song reached it's peak bit by bit. Letting out a soft yawn, you relaxed and leaned onto the instrument, a smile stretching your lips.
No word can describe the feeling you had listening to his song, and for once, you didn't have to.
The moment the song's conclusion came, Frederick's fingers lifted itself from the keys, his eyes opening to turn towards where you've been seated. He could've said something, but he stopped upon seeing the relaxed look on your face.
Ah...
The fact that you fell asleep while listening to him play was... Surprising. Was the song so good, or were you that tired when you got to the ballroom?
He didn't knew. But maybe he can ask you tomorrow, when you both meet again.
The composer moved to stand up from his spot in the piano, and with a swift turn, he leaned down to grab one of your arms to wrap around him. The other free hand reached over for the lantern, just so that he wouldn't trip over anything in the dark.
With that, he trudged on to the survivor's wing, sealing a sleepless night such as this on a positive note.
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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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I’m sorry that I’m French
What an abrupt way to depart from a conversation, the journalist looks over to the other lady who’s been silent.
“You’re apologizing for no reason, sometimes people like to jeer and jab, even when they have no reason or manners.” As if to jab at the novelist she gets up.
“I digress you all may continue this little experiment, the composer and I have other manners to attend to.” Looking their way when they walk out she’d join in the bidding of farewells while the composer looks down at the seamstress.
“You sewed up my coat. Thank you.”
“It was no problem, I’m just happy to make others happy. So, thank you for entertaining my work.” They stare at each other for a moment until he walks away, as she speaks up.
“I’m |Name|, |Name| Baroness. Quite a strange name but my parents said it’s to protect me.”
Why was that the case, maybe because they’re trying to avoid liking each other.
Fredrick could tell she was lying, so did she. But he didn’t mind, their small steps to the racecourse and every time he’s looking at |Name| her gaze would aim towards the sky. “Fredrick, if we were to. Not see each other again, could you keep your coat sewed up? I gave instructions in my room.”
He was quiet when she asks that question, yet didn’t say no. Rather he nods his head while hugging her close to his chest, “I don’t think we’ll separate from one another. I’m sorry…|Name|.”
Alice looks at the hurt in |Name|’s eyes when Fredrick didn’t return. “He, didn’t run away. I’m not sure what happened: but he wouldn’t have left my gift behind.”
How sad…
She never got to tell him thank you all those years ago.
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Hii ! I'd really appreciate it if you could make Frederick Kreiburg headcanonns, in which the reader is also a renowed musician-related survivor (e.g. cellist, double bassist, flautist, clarinetist, etc). It's up to you if you want it to make it platonic or romantic, but there should be some kind of interest coming from Frederick towards the reader. Thank you! ☆
𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒦𝓇𝑒𝒾𝒷𝓊𝓇𝑔 𝐻𝒸'𝓈 w/ Musician Reader
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A/N: OMGGG IT'S MY 1ST REQUEST ╰(*°▽°*)╯Anywayyy gender was not specified so it's Gn, I tried my best so I do hope you find according to your liking ^^ I also decided to make it both platonic and romantic based on the way you look at it! Yes yes:) <3
Frederick + Musician!Gn!Reader
TW: None
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To start it off, he didn't pay attention to you when he heard that another survivor was joining the manor, but he didn't expect to run across you one day, it was just him walking down the hall until he heard a tune echoing through the halls leading him to you, sitting on a stool playing your cello.
Your second encounter happened at a match, you greeted him with an anxious face, you were the one conversing with him at first, with him politely replying whatever he could, joining him on ciphers and such asking him questions about the manor and games.
It wasn't until you told him that you were a renowned musician, a cellist, which of course intrigued him, yes there were still some people who used instruments such as the Antiquarian and the Violinist, but never had he actually had a conversation with them about music and such. After all, Antiquarian didn't really count as a musician to him and the Violinist was a nono.
You then started inviting him to join you in simple things such as tea, or showcasing your instruments, in which he noticed you focused on him as he played with his piano, sometimes even asking you to play which you declined multiple times saying you aren't experienced with it.
There are also times in which you asked him to play you a song which you complimented! He must say he enjoys those praises.
Of course, he was the same with you, you always see him focusing on how you played your instrument, especially when he has no experience in playing it, letting out small compliments here and there ending it with a small clap.
I can say that he enjoys collaborating with you for fun, composing short songs and music here and there.
As time passed by, I can say that he became more open to you, and visits became more recent as well! Mostly it consists of you two having tea, picnics, playing with your instruments, or him showing you a new piece he just recently composed and needs your opinion on it! (He says to spare no criticism and be honest), he'd also love to hear you play too and will most definitely give his opinions on it.
Adding on, he'd also share with you his life pre-manor, and would appreciate it if you share yours too! Despite being in the manor, he still continues to compose music of course, though, those would often be left as drafts forgotten. Sometimes, he wishes that maybe he had met you earlier.
Yeah, life is pretty good
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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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Temptation Frederick Kreiburg x GN Reader
Genre: Smut
power bottom reader, overstim
Doe-eyes trailed down the composer's body, face heating up at the sight of his tiny waist. Just before they could get caught, they turned away, going back to the cipher machine they were decoding. Please don't come here please don't come here please don't they pleaded internally, on the brink of having a cognitive malfunction.
Of course, the gods decided to be cruel to the survivor, delivering to them the cause of their impending "doom"—or perhaps their blessing in disguise. Granted, each conversation they've had beforehand was pleasant, consisting of them exchanging answers and questions regarding each other's lives, however, there was little chance that the composer saw them as more than a friend; Sir Kreiburg often invited you over for tea and such but that was it really.
As the vague scent of ceylon tea approached, you wiped the nervous expression off your face, facing the cipher machine's keyboard. "Hello there" he greeted with a small smile, joining you in decoding the last cipher. You had every intention of remaining silent, but out of courtesy, you decided to greet the older man with a curt, "Hello Frederick".
Considering the fact that you were being a coward by avoiding looking the man in the eye, you had missed the confusion draping over his pale face. Have I done something to displease them? the composer debated internally, eyebrows furrowing in contemplation. Grunting slightly, he stabs his tuning fork into the machine ungraciously, displaying his irritation. You flinched slightly at his rough treatment of the cipher and his tool, What was that about? is he mad? you wondered, worry creeping up your features.
The silence between you two was thick enough to be sliced through by the time the machine was primed. A soft squeak was drawn from your lips when Frederick placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. Doe e/c eyes clash against his warm grey ones; he leans down, leaving miniscule distance between your lips. "You are to meet me in my room after this match, I simply won't tolerate letting you off without a conversation about what I could have possibly done to displease you" he said with a low voice, brushing his hand against your arm as he took off towards the nearest exit gate.
Crimson slowly crawled up your neck, reaching the tips of your ears. You lift a slender hand to cover your mouth, leaning against the cipher machine with shaky irises. What was that about you trembled, unsure of whether or not you should go along with what the composer told you.
As the Cowboy took a hit, you popped the cipher, instantly activating Borrowed Time for the survivor. With that, loud cheers of approval echoed through the peculiar formless intercom that delivered messages between the survivors.
The pit of nervousness building within you only grew in size, so much so that you opted for the other exit gate, the one across the map—facing Frederick so soon would've resulted in an ineffable outcome that you wouldn't wish upon yourself, avoiding your early "doom" sounded like a much much more pleasant route.
In front of the handsome man's door is a survivor metaphorically rooted to the ground.
Your hand hovered over the brass door handle, hesitance lacing your very being. A part of you felt like bolting towards your room, or even better, jumping out the damned window. You felt deeply unwilling to have the conversation you've visualised over and over again on repeat while making your way towards the exit gate.
Groaning, you tug at your soft locks in frustration, turning on your heel before attempting to leave—only for the door to swing open. Frederick arches an eyebrow at you, "You weren't planning on leaving were you?" he inquired, leaning against his door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Animated sweat beads form on your temple as he stared you down. You shook your head, gulping nervously as he gestures for you to enter his room.
"Make yourself at home, would you like some tea?" he hums, gazing at you curiously. Slowly, albeit awkwardly, you take a seat on the couch in his chambers, slowly relaxing into the soft material; facing him, you nod, smiling. He nods, smiling as if to reassure you before preparing the tea cups and the teapot.
Mindlessly, you began to fumble around with the fabric and accessories attached to your clothing. After a few minutes, Frederick returns with a tray of sweet treats, along with the tea. He sets down the contents of the tray before placing the tray beside the coffee table. Pouring you and himself a cup of tea, he turns to face you, to which, you do the same, just without the grace in his movements.
"Please, do try the cookies, I baked them earlier" he raises the plate towards you, looking at you expectantly. You reach for one, and before you're even able to take a bite, he shoots a question towards you. "Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked, the upset tone in his voice making you feel guilty.
He faces you with that gaze, that gaze that made him look so much more fucking attractive. You sigh and close your eyes, taking a bite of the cookie before downing it with a gulp of the aromatic tea.
"You see, darling, I..." you trail off, opening one eye. "I have feelings and thoughts of you, lascivious thoughts and passionate feelings I can't bear to voice out". You eye his expression: his dumbfounded stare and the way his mouth gapes.
You let out a small amused chuckle, attempting to stand up from the couch. "Wait, I never said you were allowed to leave" Frederick seized hold of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. The older man's eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at you, his mouth opening and closing in rapid succession as he tried formulating words.
"I don't.. I don't see how that's a valid reason to be cold to me!" he frowned, lips pursing in a thin line. Your shoulders shake slightly, muted giggles gradually turning into full blown laughter. "But it is?, I'd hardly imagine that a man of your etiquette would like for someone to stare at you with only the most indecent and lewd thoughts filling their head" you grinned, tilting your head to the side as a teasing glint filled those shining orbs. "Unless, you'd actually want for that to happen, is that the case Sir Kreiburg?~" you purred, placing your hand on his chest—closing the distance between your faces until your breath fanned his lips.
His cheeks heated up, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed due to nervousness. "A, And what if I do?" he responded, gorgeous warm greys beginning to cloud whilst his hands melded into your hips. A soft giggle left your mouth, your eyes becoming half-lidded, "Really now? then.. you wouldn't mind then if I did this then?" placing one hand on his shoulder, you push him down to sit on the couch, climbing on top of his lap.
Frederick has practically turned into a tomato at this point, staring up at you with wide eyes—those pretty eyes that stare up at you with so much anticipation, pleading you for something. "You're much naughtier than I assumed.." you muttered under your breath, playing with a strand of his soft ashy locks with a dazed look, lifting it to your lips—"I happen to like that" you leaned down, hovering a centimeter away from his lips. Frederick grew impatient, pulling you down by your neck, locking your lips together heatedly. He pulled you into him, simultaneously pressing himself up against you.
Frederick moans into your mouth as you ground down on his hardening member. He lets out a sound akin to a whine as you pull away, chasing after you lips—your kisses are wet and sloppy, regrettably, you have to forcefully pull away to take in oxygen. "Calm down darling, I'm not going anywhere" you chuckled breathlessly, a tad bit lightheaded. Frederick is breathless, whining as he rutted up against your ass.
"Needy aren't you? has it been a while since you've been presented the chance to get off?" you question with a sultry voice, bordering the lines of jealousy. As if aware of everything you're feeling, he leans against your chest, "Yes, but it's also because you're the only one I want" he smiled innocently, akin to how a puppy would act cute for more treats, except, his goal is to quell your jealousy.
Leaning down, you press your lips against his ear, "I'll make sure I'm the only one you want and need by the end of the night". He shivers, anticipation bubbling at your promise.
Off comes his jabot and his coat as you search for every sensitive spot on his neck; you thoroughly enjoyed each sound he'd produce as you slowly stripped him of all his clothing. He tugs at your own garments, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt; his fingers glide over the expanse of your exposed skin as he strips you.
Soft lips latch onto every bit of your skin they can access, leaving marks in their wake—you sigh in pleasure, carding your fingers through his soft locks. He suckles on your rosy bud, lavishing it with licks and kisses.
His cock presses against your clothed nether regions, it's sensitive head flushed and dripping pre-cum. The sensation of his length rubbing against your sensitive sex made you terribly impatient.
"Honey," you called out, the natural lilt of your voice drawing his attention. Frederick blinked, staring up at you with eager eyes, still sucking on your nipple like an infant. "P, Pardon me for my language but, will you please fuck me already? I don't think I can handle not feeling you inside me anymore" you pulled him down with you fell atop the fluffy pillows on the bed, him landing on top of you.
Gasps of pleasure, guttural groans, and occasional whines bounce against the walls of Frederick's room. He supports his upper body weight with his forearms, gazing down at you as he thrusted into you. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the lewd squelch of the lube made it all the much lewder, and yet Frederick believed that the mixture of all those noises, your noises, was the best piece his ears have ever been blessed with; no other sound could top the ones you made.
Your hands crawl up his back to the base of his hickey-covered neck, before finally cupping his face. One of your thumbs swiped at the sweat beading on his forehead, before gently beckoning him to lower himself for a soft kiss. He obliges eagerly, and despite how distracted he is by your soft lips, the pace of his hips never stagger, not even once.
"I, I'm close" Frederick gasps out, speeding up, lifting your hips up to make it easier for him to reach the deepest parts of your insides. The way you wrap around him so deliciously nearly made him delirious with pleasure, he was sure that his eyes nearly looked like they were about to roll into the back of his head with each thrust really.
"Me t, too..!" you moan out, resting your forehead against his shoulder, not even attempting to muffle your high-pitched cries of pleasure. Your nails dug into his back but it simply did nothing to deter the man from making you reach your climax; he reaches down to your sex, touching your sensitive areas, hips still hammering into you. "Cum for me, please" he pleads, kissing the soft lobe of ear. As if bewitched, you do exactly as he pleaded, orgasming messily around his throbbing cock. Frederick continues to pound into you, reaching his own climax but he doesn't stop there, he grinds into you gently, easing you both from your climaxes.
He lays down beside you, pulling you into his embrace, basking in the afterglow of an intense session. He strokes the back of your head, "I love you.." he whispers, kissing the crown of your head. You smile tiredly against his chest, "I love you too Frederick" you respond, resting your head on his pectoral.
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🐇 Identity V Masterlist 🐇
Key: 🌶️ns/fw, 💧angst
Last Updated: 01/26/24
General/Multiple
The Default Setting for Requests
Survivor's Health HCs
Survivors, Hunters, and Promiscuity
Hunter Heights
How Ruthless are the Hunters?
Male Characters Appearance Chart
Which Men can You Peg 🌶️
Poly Potential
M2L Protective Survivor Guys
M2L How Often They Say "I Love You"
M2L Compatible with a Clingy Reader
Top 5 "Who did this to you" Survivors
Misc: S/O is pulling on some tight new jeans
Reactions to A Survivor with Rainbow Colored Eyes
Aesop Carl
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Hot as Sin pt. 2 🌶️
S/O Turns into a Hunter 💧
Andrew Kreiss
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Hot as Sin 🌶️
Jealous Andrew Scene 🌶️
Modern S/O HCs
Reminders of the Horror 💧
S/O Goes Missing
Steamy Rescues
Modern S/O pt. 2 💧
Best Traits for a Compatible S/O
Antonio
General HCs
Accidentally Kills S/O...for Good 💧
Hot as Sin🌶️
Demi Bourbon
Hot as Sin🌶️
Eli
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Laying on S/O's chest
Narcoleptic S/O HCs
Best Traits for a Compatible S/O
Emil
Reminders of the Horror 💧
General HCs
Fool's Gold
Hot as Sin pt. 2 🌶️
Accidentally Kills S/O...for Good 💧
Frederick Kreiburg
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Ganji Gupta
General HCs
Hot as Sin🌶️
Ithaqua
General/Relationship HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Hot as Sin pt. 2 🌶️
Accidentally Kills S/O...for Good 💧
Modern S/O
Joker
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Joseph Desaulniers
Accidentally Kills S/O...for Good 💧
Joseph gets his Sanrio Skin
Kevin Ayuso
S/O Turns into a Hunter 💧
Luca Balsa
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
A Little Support
Shy s/o HCs 🌶️
Modern S/O
Hot as Sin 🌶️
Falling for his FWB
Luchino
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Hot as Sin pt. 2 🌶️
Reminders of the Horror 💧
Modern S/O
Steamy Rescues
Margaretha Zelle
General HCs
Naib Subedar
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Laying on S/O's chest
Hot as Sin 🌶️
Norton x Reader x Naib Relationship HCs 🌶️
S/O Goes Missing
Naib gets an Unusual Petname
Steamy Rescues
Best Traits for a Compatible S/O
Norton Campbell
General HCs
Relationship HCs 🌶️
Shy s/o HCs 🌶️
A Little Support
Hot as Sin 🌶️
Modern S/O HCs
Norton x Reader x Naib Relationship HCs 🌶️
Reckless, Noble S/O
S/O Turns into a Hunter 💧
Best Traits for a Compatible S/O
Orpheus
Hot as Sin🌶️
Victor Grantz
Relationship HCs 🌶️
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Frederick Kreiburg x reader HC's
|| I played as Frederick for the first time not too long ago and I have fallen in love with his playstyle, I kinda want to main him now ||
Starting with his love language, Frederick is a private person. He never really feels safe and comfortable around others, and it takes a lot for him to open up. For this, I see him feeling loved when one spends quality time with him. It would take a lot, in the beginning, just to be able to spend any time with him. He frequently practices piano, so that would be a good start. All it takes is time and effort to get really close to him, but the return is worth it.
-He doesn’t really know how to show his love in any other way but if you ask to spend time with him, he’ll always accept
-He’s never touchy, in fact, you will explicitly have to ask him to hold your hand or hug you because he just won’t
-It’s not that he’s particularly uncomfortable with it, he just isn’t used to physical affection of any kind
-so it’s best to take your time
-He’ll always be glad to play the piano for you; he’s passionate about his craft
-That will probably be how most of your time is spent with him for a long while after you first meet
-In a place where he is comfortable, and you, with patience, will help him eventually open up
-He’s had a rough life, and in some ways, he’s happy with his life now, even in the dire situation you all are in
-Just because he’s not ridiculed here, his psychasthenia isn’t as horrible as it has been, he believes things are looking up for him
-He’ll find himself thinking about you more often when you’re away
-He can recognize his feelings and what they mean, and what it means when he thinks of you
-He just never thought he’d be able to experience it
-So, excuse him if he goes about it the wrong way
-He’s the type to blush and stumble over his words, fidgeting and unable to completely stand still when he’s talking about a certain subject matter
-the subject: he would like to court you
-That being, the long and formal process of getting to know someone, spending time together, doing thoughtful things for each other
-Like the gentleman he is
-It would be a long process though, but you’ll spend a lot of time with him
-getting to know each other so wholly and intimately
-And eventually things would evolve from there
-It would be no secret to anyone that you were seeing each other
-Most of your days are spent in close proximity to him
-He claims that being around you is calming, just like how music clears his head
-Your voice has it’s own special melody that makes the world feel still and bearable
-Even if you’re the most chaotic person in existence, he thinks you can do no wrong and being around you changes his world for the better
-Aside from music, Frederick really likes nature.
-He will often ask to accompany you through strolls through the greenhouse
-Anything that has a distinct, flowery scent, he will stop to smell
-His favorite is Wisteria
-He loves the smell and how it spills over and grows so sporadically, yet is still so beautiful
-If he ever goes to the greenhouse alone to clear his head, he will always bring you back a clipping, usually Wisteria, but if there is something else that happens to catch his eye, he’ll show it off to you
-When in matches, he prefers to stay far from anyone else and decode
-But if you hint at all that you need help, he’ll be right there
-Most of the time, he’s targeted first though
-So he’s very appreciative when you help him out
-When you decode together, he’ll hum what he hears out loud so you don’t have to put up with only the sounds of the cipher machines
-If you lean against him or get close to him, he’ll freeze up and probably miss a few ‘calibrations’ but will not complain
-After a short while, he’ll close whatever distance is between you and maybe hold your hand
-that's really inefficient though, but he doesn’t care
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hey i saw that your orders are open, and i want to order Frederick with a conductor reader
“I Just Wanna Be Part Of Your Symphony”
A/N: i unfortunately don’t know much about the profession, but i hope this is good enough! I kinda lost myself in a ramble writing this so skbdnsbdnnd ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌
Genre: Fluff
Frederick Kreiburg X Conductor Reader
Finally! Someone as passionate about music as he is!
He greatly admires your fervour for the art of music, the way you put your soul into your movements that seemed so fluid—he could watch you for hours, especially when you try and direct Antonio, Luca, Freddy, and Ganji for the next upcoming performance.
You always did seem to be excited for those, rambling on and on about ideas you had with the other survivors
It intrigued him greatly, so much so, that he wanted to join the quaint band.
But he was nervous.
He didn’t know why he was, in all his years of playing the piano, not once had he ever felt nervous about playing in front of so many people—and even if he had, he was strong enough to push past it
But this? It was different. You were different. He couldn’t quite place it—was it your seemingly bursting passion? Was it because of the fact you had a hunter in the group? Was it because he was afraid to disappoint everyone should he ever play in front of them? To disappoint you? You, who seems to view music as something more than what it is—to see it as something so ethereal?
Despite his reluctance to join your band, the moment you heard of what he used to do before the manor, the moment you found out that he played the piano, that he was a composer—you went off to find him.
And now, here he was, sitting in the practice room, with you telling him more and more about your group.
“I’m honestly finding it hard to believe that such a place would even be allowing such entertainment,” you laughed at his words, it was such a beautiful and charming sound, like a song he could never get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.
“Oh, it took a while for us to convince Mr DeRoss to grant permission, but it worked!” Your words were filled with pure joy as you retold the story of the arduous challenges you and the others faced as you desperately tried to tell him how much entertainment was absolutely necessary for the sanity of both hunters and survivors, “Music, I believe, is a vital part of our lives. At least, for me it is. It’s a way for us to express emotions that we could never have done with just words, and for us to connect with people we never thought we would—I mean, I was terrified of Antonio when I first met him, he is a hunter, after all.” A nervous giggle escaped your lips, “and it was hard to look past the kind of—eerie grin he had or all the times he chased after me in matches…“ a shiver ran down your spine as you tried to suppress the memories of Antonio practically dragging you to the chair, or the times you couldn’t escape the notes he flung towards you.
“But the moment I heard him humming such a lovely tune—the moment I had the opportunity to actually listen to the music he played outside the matches—beneath such a terrifying exterior, was an artist—“ you whispered at the last word, stars glimmering in your eyes as you looked towards the small group of musicians before you. “We all are—and I want people to be able to express that parts of themselves instead of living in fear constantly, sure, we may have willingly come here and maybe knew what we were getting into—but we’re human. We need to express ourselves. This is just one of those ways. I mean—Look how happy they are.”
Frederick slowly followed your gaze, his eyes taking in every inch of the view before him; Luca’s eyes were furrowed as he focused on the melody that was being played from Freddy’s trombone, his fingers twitching above the keys as he tried to figure out a euphony that fitted it. Ganji playing his bansuri, the typically irate and vigorous batter was calm as he played the instrument from his culture, his shoulders sagged as he leaned against the cushions of the couch, his eyes half-lidded, and he swore he could see the corner of his lips tilted up in a smile. And there stood Antonio, a much gentler smile on his face as he—or well, his hair, played the violin, a low hum accompanying the tunes that echoed through the room.
“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”
He turned to you, his heart nearly stopping at the way you smiled, “Music unifies us all, one way, or another, it’s one of the most beautiful creations man has ever made. It flourished far beyond our expectations, with different genres, subgenres, with using instruments from all around the world—even using things that weren’t meant to be instruments!” You laughed once again, and he couldn’t help but lean closer as if wanting to hear more of it. “It’s such a powerful thing that can bring us emotions that even we couldn’t hope to understand, it can bring memories of the past—or perhaps even an image of the future. This is what I told Mr DeRoss, and he seemed convinced enough after that since he permitted us to perform at least once a month. We’ve come a long way since then.”
He pursed his lips, holding onto his tuning fork tightly as he looked back at the small group of people—people he never thought could play such melodies. “And you dragged me here because…?”
“Because I figured that you wanted a chance to play your music. I thought offering you a space to express yourself would make you feel more at ease here.” You explained, placing your hand on his and giving him a reassuring smile. “So, what do you say? Do you want to join us?”
Frederick’s mouth gaped slightly, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue as he questioned himself for a moment. A soft sigh left his lips, “As much as I would love to,” he began “I’m afraid I am not as good as I was before, I do not want to dampen any of your performances-“
He heard a light scoff, pulling your hand away—he was sure you were going to leave the moment he rejected your offer. But instead, you gently nudged your elbow against his arm, “Nonsense, I’m sure you’re great—and besides, that’s why we practice, right?” You grinned “You don’t have to be the best of the best, that’s not what this is about. It’s about expressing yourself, playing to your heart's content, playing your music the way you want to.” You seemed so sure of your words, it contrasted so greatly with the people in his life who slowly abandoned him over time as his skills declined. His knuckles began to grow a bright red as he gripped the tuning fork tightly, “So?”
“I—“ His voice fell slightly, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment before looking into your eyes. Those eyes seemed to radiate with a fire that burned for your love for music and the arts, and the certainty that he was good enough. “I’d be honoured to join this group of yours—“
“That‘s great!” You clasped their hands together, excitement bubbling in your voice as you slipped off your seat, the weight next to him lightening as you offered a hand for him to take, “Now, come! We must introduce you before we practice!—“
“Wait—we’re practising now?!”
“Of course! What better time than now?”
It was like he had strapped himself to a rollercoaster, with no idea where it was going, when it was going to stop, and how long it was going to go for. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.
He adored the way your group bickered at times, the way they all seemed to have such different ways to play and yet played so beautifully the moment you came in to try and organise everything.
He cherished the way you and the others applauded him and smiled when he helped with composing the music you would play, and how he would practice with Luca in playing the piano, even creating what he would consider was one of the best pieces he has played. He never knew how amazing it would feel to play with someone else.
There were some mistakes here and there, and you always seemed to be able to calm yourself and make a light joke of it as you encouraged the others it was alright.
It was he, who made most of the mistakes the moment he joined the group, but he wasn’t entirely to blame. You should take some of it—he was constantly distracted by the fluidity of your movements, the way you swayed with each note that played, the smile that graced your face when you conducted with your baton.
Even in matches, when you two would decode together, he would find himself so mesmerised with the way you still spoke about music.
Oh, when you spoke of music. You were so passionate, it was like a fire he couldn’t control, the moment the topic was mentioned, you would go on a ramble about it. The history of it all, the beauty of it all.
And how you quelled his fears the moment he first stepped on that stage with the others, you stood before him with that encouraging smile and began to conduct—and maybe it was simply because you faced away from the crowd and was in front of him, but it felt like it was just you and him in the stage. Like it was another one of those practice sessions you all would have.
By the heavens above, did he love those moments.
The times you two would laugh at the small mistakes you both would make, how you playfully sang as he played, how he would teasingly mock you by swinging your baton around whilst you scolded him and tried to snatch it back as Luca and Antonio laughed from afar.
For the first time, in a long time, he felt excited to play the piano. And not just for the validation of those who came to watch him play—but because he truly enjoyed it.
#gn reader#identity v x reader#idv x reader#identity v#Frederick Kreiburg x reader#idv x gn reader#the composer#idv the composer#idv frederick
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Intro Post Woohoo
Hello! I’m Hanerg, and this is my silly writing blog. Right now (February 2024) I’m really into Frankenstein and Identity V so most of my writing will probably be about that. I don’t know how often I’ll write but I’ll try!!! If you have a cool request, send me an ask either here or on my main (@organeater12) and I’ll check it out.
Characters I’m cool with writing for (will be updated once i feel confident with more people):
Identity V: Melly Plinius, Alice DeRoss, Orpheus, Frederick Kreiburg
Frankenstein: Adam (the creature,) Henry Clerval, Elizabeth Lavenza
I’ve never really done x reader before so I’ll try my hardest with anything you give me!! I can do ships too (with any of the characters listed above, fandom separated though I’m not big on crossovers)
Have a yes day!!
#intro post#identity v#idv#identity v x reader#idv x reader#Frankenstein#Frankenstein x reader#like the book#Oaka#it’s 3am right now
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can i request “let me stay like this in you for a little bit.” line for frederick :3 i need him being soft during sexy time
He deserves soft times!
Rated: Mature | Warning: none
This something you brought up some time ago when Frederick was seeking sex with you but at one point lost the motivation to go on. No, not the motivation, rather he did not know how to ask if could simply be inside of you. This is still new for him, this relationship where there are no expectations of him and pace is not sped up by families trying to marry you both off.
“Allow me to remain inside of you… Like this.” His face exposing how much he only wishes to be one with you for however long he can, you nod as you pull him into your arms for him to lay on top of you. The blankets pulled over both as cold slips into his bedroom.
“Is this comfortable for you?” Worried about you. For him it feels very different given he is the one penetrating you.
“Full." Breathing in then out, "Later, I may need you to fuck me.” The crude wording still makes him blush much to your delight. You giggle as he hides his face on your chest, “Make love to me later.” Petting his brushed white hair.
"Gladly, as many times as you can give me."
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NSFT Alphabet: Frederick Kreiburg
I didn't realize I had a lot of feelings about him until writing this
Warnings: trauma
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Frederick is touch starved without actually knowing it. He knows he appreciates your affection and how you often give him attention with it, but to give it back is different. He does wipe you down, cleaning the mess between your legs and his after takes a second to gather himself.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his hands, it is sad but probably the only thing of value he sees of himself physically. I know it overused “hands” but as a musician, it is all he has next to his ears. He likes your eyes, your eyes that watch him when he plays. Your eyes stare in wonder as he explains his pieces to you. Your eyes reflect himself and how they see him as him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He is not one for the mess, rather cum on you than in you to wipe it off but there are moments when he gets jealous that he will cum inside of you. He will make sure you feel it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Foot fetish and no it is not sucking toes. It is devotion, slipping your shoes off, massaging them, kissing the top of your foot up to your knee. It is a worship, his complete attention on you, to have you at ease. It is also a big submissive act for him.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Not a lot. Frederick only slept with barely a handful and was not enjoyable for him. It was done because of his position as a wealthy musically talented man, he did what was expected of him— Nothing more.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Frederick is not creative so missionary usually or doggy style when he gets possessive-ish. Not creative.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Frederick is at first serious, too serious. It kinda is intimidating. You make him laugh, help him enjoy the moment and show it this doesn't have to be taken so seriously.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Not much hair, and a little happy trail. He usually shaves it off, it is uncomfortable for him.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Frederick can be romantic. But again he is intense and focus; you gotta help him get out of that “automatic” mode.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't, just doesn't see the point or care for it. He has however enjoyed watching you masturbated
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Frederick is not a kinky person, he is vanilla (outside if foot festish). Maybe you can introduce him to some things, but you gotta respect that he might not do those things too. It could overwhelm him
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His bedroom, very private man.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your scent, meaningful conversation, and the debates you have with him about anything.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Voyeurism, Exhibitionist, he really can't do those
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Receiving, can give back but he likes sees you service him
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Average slow then building up to fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
No. He refuses, do this properly or not at all.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
No risk, but will experiment with minor cross dressing. Nothing big, just little things that make him look sexy (lingerie or light makeup).
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
One or two rounds. Foreplay helps.
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No and yes. It makes him have mix feelings until you both try it on each other then he will okay it for special occasions.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
25% unfair. Teases but gives in easily. It depends on his mood though too.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Frederick hates that he is loud, he used to silence himself with others because his moans are loud and not “masculine groaning” enough. With you, he learned you enjoy it and became something he no longer had to hide with you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Frederick, to me, seems like he was objectified. Being both talented, a man of status, and a Kreiburg; he had to do whatever was expected of man of that time. He has issues with his masculinity because he was both a man with power but yet used like a man with no power. He was heavily sought after by women and often pushed into having sex. It left him with body image issues and a level of disdain towards sex. He only offered it to you as a form of using it over you until you tell him your feelings for him are genuine. He stops having sex with you for a while, learning self love with you. Frederick needs it, he needs someone gentle but strong for him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Average, sorry lol
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not high, it low actually
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Depends on if you tire him out lol tbh he sleeps easily and very well because he is safe with you
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Hello! May I make another request?
Can I request a Frederick x fem reader. Ya know the scene where he pulled out the gun and pushed orphy with it and pointed it on the ground when he told Alice to place the box on the ground? (Him with a gun is so hot) can it be like a similar situation, for example reader and Alice are close friends and they went to the manor together. nsfw
I was just talking to @turbulentscrawl about the THAT scene, buddy only had one round and if he shot it then his glass jaw was done for lolol also based it off this post
Rated Mature | Warnings: Reader has a past (tm)
Alice deserves to be called 'good girl' (listen!)
“A single barrel pistol,” Cold, “Meaning you have exactly one bullet.” The Composer's eyes narrow at your words, “Once that bullet is gone, you will have only maybe that cane of yours as a weapon or you better start running.” Laying out his choices.
Alice stands behind you, rather you place yourself in front of Alice who looks at you surprised. Back at the orphanage, you always were the defender the children flocked to; Alice too back then looked up to you.
Still does as she knew for this investigation she will need an ally. Someone to watch her back.
“Better make that shot count, Frederick.” This is not your first time being held at gunpoint, sadly as a kid, you were the fighter. It was your only way to survive, none of the adults helped— Whether they cared or not, it didn't matter, you had to fight. As you got older, you got involved with the wrong side of the law. A driver, the type that helps with getaway driving and deliveries– No questions asked, no identification shared on your side.
Frederick looks at you, you know desperation when you see it.
The roar of thunder echoes, blood spills, and Frederick stands there in shock.
You grunt in pain but strike him with a right hook, he stumbled backward holding his face, hand dropping the cane in his hand.
“(False Name)!” Alice catches you before you fall to your knee, blood slipping out of your shoulder from the bullet wound. “Are you crazy!?”
You laugh as Frederick doesn't get up as Orpheus, who so happens to show up after the showdown, restrains him with a rope he found at the stables.
“Is the bullet out?” Alice nods at your question and points to the ground where it landed, “Good. Remember what I showed you?”
Alice does first aid, not her first time patching you up after a firefight.
“Good girl.” A low voice to have only for her to hear you as she makes a sling using your jacket.
“Gonna dump him in the same spot as his great-grandmother's favorite horse?” You ask Orpheus who gives you an inquisitive look.
“She is not my great-grandmother.” Frederick corrects you.
“Whatever, we can just say he went missing.” Shrugging then hissing at the pain.
All of them look at you like you said something horrible.
“He almost killed me, remember!”
You once told Alice, as a joke, that you would stay with her like the Cheshire cat as she makes her way down this rabbit hole. You are loyal to her, always have been since the orphanage. And even as the world turned to a new nightmare, as the truth about the manor became murky yet clear, you remained steadfast to your word.
Driver, this is the title given to you upon the first match.
The game is akin to a story you have read once during your late shifts of being the getaway driver. Something about man being the greatest beast to hunt. This game is just like that.
A single hunter versus five survivors. Only, the twist is that everyone has strange abilities that can make or break a game.
Ciphers. Exit gates. Dungeons to escape. Chairs, the fucked roller-coaster ride seats with loads of fireworks under it with a timer attached.
It's a sick game you are forced to play with others.
You try to put science to all this but none of it makes sense. Maybe… You hate having to accept this is outside the realm of science you know or logic that is well, logic.
Alice is not safe, and you aren't either, but she is your priority.
Two ciphers down, fuck this game, the hunter is tailing you like a wolf hungry for meat. You stumble as you climb through a window after using a pair of gloves that boost your speed.
The hunter loses you thanks to a person titled Batter.
You limp over to a toolbox looking for hopefully some form of first aid— That miracle syringe Doctor has.
The people in your group are Journalist, Batter, and Composer.
Yeah, strange seeing— much less being in a group with a guy who nearly killed you run over, after priming the cipher, to you and patching you up the best he can. His hands are steady, nibble, and quick as they all had to learn how to patch each other up. This isn’t a game one can win by playing lone wolf, in order to survive everyone has to work as a team. Even if that means working with someone who tried to kill you.
Now, to say you hang that over his head is not true. In the line of work you had been in, you sometimes had to work under pressure with people who may have threatened you with any form of physical violence. You rolled with the punches, often literally, but you lived. Life hardened you, and you moved on (though moving on does not mean you forgive them). Guilt bites at the Composer in a way that you had not expected.
Relationships are not unheard of but rare. One-night stands are not rare but not as common because most do not want to deal with drama while trying to get through a match.
You were open to having sex, it is a destresser and you can do it with no strings attached. Luca was one you had bedded a few times, fun guy. Norton too but he is a messy one, the mood swings had ended the arrangement fast (though you did let him have it when you both got into a fight in the duo match).
Past adventures, the present adventure is the man now kiting with you against Naiad.
The gate currently opened (thanks to Alice), is blocked by the mer-bitch (you… dislike her or rather going against her).
Composer takes a hit to distract as he hasn’t taken any damage during the match. You follow up by shooting the hunter with the flare gun then dashing to follow out.
The match ends in a victory for the survivors.
“See you tonight.” Upon entering the manor you pat his shoulder before leaving off to check on Alice.
Frederick Kreiburg could be considered boring.
There are not always nights with that raw passion that would make the Gods blush sort of thing. Nothing like romance novels with the life-altering sex the protagonists have.
It is… Well, it is like making love honestly.
With Luca, you had fun. Playful and a lot of teasing. With Norton, it was like a fight, rough and hard that left you swore for days. Even the time you slept with Demi after a long of partying, it was fun and sweet.
With Frederick, this love. He is the composer and you are the orchestra. Each symphony played with care, practice, and with love.
You never made love before. Sex is one thing, fucking around is another, but love is different. It is just as consuming as lust but lingers longer than lust. It has you biting your lip as Frederick removes your slippers from when you bathed, his lips kissing the top of your foot, his hand massaging the soreness under your foot.
It is like being worshiped and adored in a way lust cannot give you.
He travels upward slowly, his gloves tossed to the floor, your leg brought up to rest on his shoulder and the other leg guided to open you up to him.
Like a flower, or something poetic.
“Frederick.” You don't realize how pent-up you are until he kisses the inside of your exposed thigh. The bathrobe opened and slumped around your waist. “Fuck.” Moaned out.
He enjoys making you sing, enjoys seeing that hardened exterior crumble to expose that you are just as starved just as him. He takes his time preparing you. Every action is blessed by a tune he knows you ask later what song he is singing. You enjoy hearing him talk about his music.
When he finally lets you cum, you nearly jump him in your eagerness to get him naked. The Composer is different from you, you like that.
“I love you.”
To think he pulled out a gun and had shot you during the struggle.
“Say it again.” Between his legs.
“I ah l-love you.”
The hum of an old song, Clair de Lune, sounds pretty, as you blow him is fun. He has to guess the song before he cums.
The fun part is after when you let him gather himself before the union. The crescendo (you told him and found it amusing that you tried learning musical terms to flirt with him), the part that you both have to fight to not be so loud. Even if his room is free of neighbors (a few less than other sections), you more than once had to tell Naib to shut up with the teasing about Frederick moaning.
Yes, you possess those moans and the Mercenary does not need to be an ass.
The low, yet comforting part, is the post-orgasm part.
Lying there basking in the glow. You are clingy and praising him endlessly, it is something you enjoy doing with your partners. He falls asleep fast when you ‘overwork’ him, the man needs the sleep and you need to let out some post-match steam.
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Identity V
Love Languages Mini-Series
IDV Ladies Part 1 - Includes: Alice, Anne, Demi, Emily, Emma, Fiona, Helena, Margaretha
IDV Ladies Part 2 - Includes: Martha, Melly, Patricia, Tracy, Qi Shiyi
IDV Men Part 1 - Includes: Lucky, Servais, Kurt, Naib, William
IDV Men Part 2 - Includes: Kevin, Eli, Aesop, Norton, Mike, José
IDV Men Part 3 - Includes: Victor, Andrew, Luca, Edgar, Ganji
Multi-character hcs/one-shots
When They Sing to You - Includes: Demi, Melly, Naib, Norton
Snowball Fights - Includes: Emma, Naib, Victor
A Run of Bad Luck - Includes: Tracy
When You're Sleepy - Includes: Andrew, Kevin, Eli, Ganji
Glimmers of Gratitude - Includes: Norton
Teatime Revelations - Includes: Michiko
Mending Hearts - Includes: Aesop, Luca
Short one-shot - Insert male character x reader
Headcannons!
Mike Morton Relationship HCs
Joseph with a Mute Reader
Ithaqua general and relationship Headcannons
Ganji Gupta Highschool AU
Frederick Kreiburg
Genshin Impact
One-shots
Dark Nights and Warm Mornings - Diluc x reader
Headcannons
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IDV REQUESTS FORM AND MASTERLIST (LU: 21st Jan’24)
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Hi, I’m Mae! My requests are always open unless noted otherwise. That out of the way, here’s my form! (Master list under the cut)
Rules
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REQUEST FORM
Type : One shots, scenarios, and matchups allowed
Pairing : CharacterxCharacter and CharacterxReader allowed
Additional info : things like model!reader or any AUs you want covered.
Current character limit : 5 for Headcanons, and 1 for one shots for times sake, but if I have motivation I’ll do more :)
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MASTERLIST
OLETUS MANOR GENERAL HEADCANONS
Naib Subedar (mercenary)
- Naib x Siren!S/o (Headcannon + Oneshot)
- Ganji, Naib, and Norton when sabotaged by s/o
- Andrew, Naib & Lucky guy w/ an injured s/o
- Ganji, Norton and Naib when their s/o gets into a fight
Luca Balsa (Prisoner)
- Luca & Andrew x Shy! Affectionate! S/o (Headcannons)
Andrew Kreiss (Grave keeper)
- Luca & Andrew x Shy! Affectionate! S/o (Headcannons)
- Andrew, Naib & Lucky guy w/ an injured s/o
Aesop Carl (Embalmer)
- Aesop x Amnesiac! Reader
- Aesop x Amnesiac! Reader pt. 2
- Aesop x Amnesiac! Reader pt. 3
- Aesop and Eli when their S/O gets into a fight
- Selfish | Aesop x ballerina! Reader
Ithaqua (Night watch)
-Snowy - Ithaqua x reader
- (PLATONIC) Joseph and Ithaqua found family Hcs
- (PLATONIC) Father’s Day - Ithaqua & Child! Reader
- ITHAUGUST 2023 MASTERLIST
- Pretty boy - Ithaqua x gender neutral reader.
- Ithaqua with a short Hunter s/o Headcanons
- Don’t worry - Ithaqua x reader
- Ithaqua | Night watch cuddling Headcanons
- Ithaqua | Night Watch w/ a clingy s/o headcanons
- Ithaqua | Night Watch kissing headcanons
Luchino (Evil reptilian/Professor)
- Luchino x Pyromaniac! S/O
- Luchino and Jack with an exhausted S/O
Joseph (Photographer)
- (PLATONIC) Joseph and Ithaqua found family hcs
- Mon Cher - Jose x reader x Joseph
- Reflection - Joseph x reader
- Joseph with a reader who dislikes the photo world Headcanons
- Joseph Desaulnier | Photographer general relationship Headcanons
Jack (The ripper)
- Jack the Ripper x reader Headcanons
- Luchino and Jack with an exhausted S/O
Ganji Gupta (Batter)
- Ganji, Naib and Norton when sabotaged by s/o
- Ganji, Norton and Naib when their s/o gets in a fight
Norton Campbell (Prospector/Fools Gold)
- Ganji, Naib and Nortion when sabotaged by s/o
- Ganji, Norton and Naib when their s/o gets into a fight
- Norton Campbell | Prospector / “Fools gold” general relationship Headcanons
Jose Baden (first officer)
- Mon Cher - Jose x reader x Joseph
- Jose Baden | First officer w/ an adoring S/o Headcanons
Lucky guy
- Andrew, Naib & Lucky guy w/ an injured s/o
Nathaniel Norwell (Guest appearance?!?!)
- Regain control - Nathaniel Norwell/ Nebu x reader
- Nathaniel Norwell with a fiancé S/O
- Nathaniel Norwell with a manipulative reader Headcanons
Victor Grantz | Postman
- Victor Grantz | postman with a fem pen pal reader Headcanons
Eli Clark | Seer
- Aesop and Eli when their s/o gets into a fight
Frederick Kreiburg | Composer
- Frederick Kreiburg | Composer general relationship Headcanons
MATCHUPS (can be read as Headcanons)
-Matchup 01 - Antonio & Frederick
-Matchup 02 - Orpheus & Ithaqua
-Matchup 03 - Joseph
-Matchup 04 - Frederick
-Matchup 05 - Aesop, Demi & Sangria
-Matchup 06 - Wu Chang (Xie Bi’an & Fan Wujiu)
-Matchup 07 - Luchino & Alva
- Matchup 08 - Grace | Naiad
More to be added :)
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