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Upon Your Birthday, I Shall Name A Nebula After You
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-loud crying in the background- MY FELLOW GEMINI AAAAAA
Rated: Mature: Warning: it feelsy soft with spoilers of his birthday letter
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For all the times you have been intimate with Frederick Kreiburg, he never took his clothes off. You noticed this after the fifth time, alone in his room, you had tried to reach for his clothes thinking the privacy of the bedroom was what he needed, but he stopped you. You never saw him look so scared, an expression he had tried to make an excuse for… Apologizing for ruining the mood, offering to satisfy you, but you were worried. Worried you crossed a line by mistake.
A worry that grew as he had not spoken to you in weeks.
You had hoped giving him space would help, yet, you fear he misunderstood your intentions and believe you are upset with him. He has not been free long enough for you to speak with him as his schedule has been back-to-back matches with every spare moment to rest. You are still determining how to approach him, nervous the more time passes the more likely he will believe you are upset with him.
Then a letter is slipped under your door, a small envelope, a request to see you from Frederick. The penmanship is elegant but you can tell by the line strokes and ink spots from pressing the quill on the paper for too long, the man was nervous writing this-- Seems detective novels are not all full of bullshit!
Later that evening, when the manor has a moment of peace, you enter the room after a single knock and enter as the door is left unlocked for you to slip inside.
“Lock the door then please stand here.” Pointing at a spot in front of him. The light source in the room is a few candles and the waning moon's light. Following his instruction, you can see he looks both tired and with a lot on his mind.
Frederick stands still he does not look at you as he apologizes for his absence… And for what happened prior.
He has not shown anyone this, the only ones who know are his family.
You are confused before shifting to a bit of shock; your eyes widen as he removes his gloves, and politely places them on the bed.
Is there something on his hands?
Each article of clothing is removed with great care, stalling as he folds his coattail jacket and his ascot tie cravat. The hesitation as he touches the buttons of his dress shirt, you fear he is pushing himself.
He starts after taking in a breath of air.
Then the shirt falls on the bed, turning his back to you, a slight tremble of his fragile form. The shadows of the candle highlight the marks on his flesh, the swirls of what you know already could be deemed as cursed marks on Frederick's body. Though the path of logic and science is right there, doctors and scientists proving not everything in the world is magical and mysterious… There are still fools out there. People and their fears make false evidence appear real.
"Frederick?" He is silent as if waiting for something, something you can piece together to be some form of insult at him. You go quiet trying to think of what to ask, yet you blurt out the first words to come to mind. “You look beautiful.” Speaking to break the silence. Frederick turned partially around ready to explain himself. Those warm grey eyes look in awe at how you say those words. Your next words are, “Can I touch you?”
Frederick slowly nods before taking your hands into his hands and then placing them on his chest, blushing from the sensation of a lover's touch directly on his skin. Your hands wander, then you take his hand, bringing it to your lips.
Kissing his fingers, knuckles, and palm, showing the gentle love he needs.
“(Name).” You smile against his wrist as you leave the first of many hickeys on his wrist.
“Frederick,” Holding his face, “May I touch you further?”
“... Yes.”
“May I see you naked?”
He has plenty of sex, and has his cock used to gain favors and money, but never was he naked for it. You are the first to see this much of his skin, “I want to worship you.” Make it clear what you are going to do.
“Don’t,” Letting out a breath of anxiety, “I don’t need worship, your love is enough.” His eyes looking in yours which never fails to gaze upon him with love and happiness, “I can… Only undress this far.”
“I understand,” Kissing his nose, “We can do as much as you are comfortable with.”
You had him lay on his stomach as you climbed on top of him, lips kissing the discolored pigmented skin. Your hand rubbed his sides as he trembled, you know he must be trying not to cry as you tell him how much you love him. How beautiful he is. How thankful you are for his trust.
The Composer does break into a voice-cracked laugh when you tell him these are like nebulae, you explain with your fingers tracing the skin and naming the nebulae you know from the top of your head. Of course, you explained what a nebula is to him with all the wonder in your voice.
“Only you would say something like that.” Turning his head to look at you, “Now can I turn around?” You move off of him as he turns around and sits up, “(Name),” Opening his leg for you to sit between, “Come here.” And you do. Frederick cups your face in the palm of his hands, angling your face as he kisses you.
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oletus-manors-log · 2 years ago
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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... ���
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Insomniac Troubles - Frederick Kreiburg
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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.
...
...
...
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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lumenwoodd · 3 months ago
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Some Fredericks bc I luv him
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orpheusluvr · 1 month ago
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They catch a glimpse of you
NSFW WARNING
This is basically just some scenarios with various idv male characters reacting to seeing you either undressed or seeing a slight part of you (female reader btw)
But the reader (you) actually has a huge crush on these characters and you realise that this is a perfect way to get closer to them (totally not writing this in my perspective 😃)
Anyways, enjoy!!!
Characters included: Luca, Norton, Orpheus and Frederick
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Luca:
You stared at the large red wine stain on your favourite dress and sighed. Even though poor Demi continuously apologised for being clumsy and accidentally spilling it on you, it made you slightly annoyed considering that you decided to wear this dress especially for today.
You carefully took it off and placed it in the laundry basket to be washed later. As you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw that the wine had stained your skin too. The material must’ve been too thin and the wine went through it.
Time for a bath then, it seems.
Just as you were about to remove your bra, you heard a knock on your door.
“Y/N? Are you in there?”
It was Luca.
You nervously bit your lip, feeling his presence outside behind the door. What would happen if you let him in while you were in this state?
“Y/N?! Say something if you’re there!” Luca called out.
“I’m here!” You said.
You felt a blush form on your face.
“You can come in.”
You immediately heard the sound of the door opening.
“Phew, you had me wor-”
Luca was immediately cut off after looking at you. His eyes scanned your body, admiring every part of it.
“Need help with getting rid of that stain?” He said, pointing to your chest.
You heart was pounding.
“That would be really helpful.” You smiled.
Luca smirked.
“Alright, I’ll take care of it. But I’m expecting a reward afterwards.” He said, carrying you into the bathroom.
Norton:
“Hey Norton, what are you up to?” You said, entering the lounge.
“Hey Y/N! I was just relaxing.” He said.
You sat next to him, opening the book that you were carrying.
“What’s that?” Norton asked.
“It’s a really interesting book that I found hidden in the library. It has a lot of weird symbols and things in it.” You said.
Norton gave a laugh.
“You really do amuse me a lot.” He said.
“I’m being serious! Just look at how interesting it is!” You said, turning yourself to face him and showing him the page that you were on.
But Norton wasn’t paying attention to the book at all. Because his eyes suddenly drifted off somewhere else.
Your shirt was hanging loosely from your chest, showing a large amount of cleavage. As you moved in the seat, your breasts would follow your movements, practically almost about to pop out from the shirt at any second.
Norton felt his dick twitch and gulped nervously.
“Norton? Are you alright?” You said, worryingly. You saw how his face had suddenly gone red and he was sweating. You placed the book down onto the table, then turned around to touch his forehead. He immediately let out a groan.
You were confused and shocked at how he suddenly became “unwell”.
“Hold on, I’ll get you a glass of water.” You said, getting up. But Norton immediately grabbed your hand, making you sit on his lap.
“There’s no need…just stay like this…” he panted.
You then immediately realised why he was acting like this when you felt something between your legs.
Orpheus:
You knocked on the door to Orpheus’ bedroom.
“Come in.” You heard him say.
You slowly opened the door, then gently closed it behind you.
Orpheus was sitting on his desk, completing some paperwork. He looked up and gave you a smile, his face illuminated by the candle next to him.
“Ah, nice to see you Y/N. Why are you here at this hour?” He said.
“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d give you some company since I know that you stay up late.” You said.
You just needed a random excuse to see him, since you and Orpheus barely had time to talk to each other.
Orpheus nodded.
“I see. Well, I guess you could help me with some of my work. I won’t force you though.” He said.
“I’d be happy to.” You said.
Orpheus nodded.
“Alright, sit here.” He said, motioning to the chair in front of him. His arm accidentally hit one of the papers on his desk and it flew all the way underneath his bed.
“I’ll get it.” You said.
You went on all fours and crawled underneath the bed.
What you didn’t realise was that Orpheus was checking you out, smiling to himself as he saw the shape of your ass from behind. However, as a gentleman, he managed to control his urges to do anything with you.
You got back up and walked over to him, placing the paper on the desk.
“Thank you, but I think I shall resume my work later on. I have something else to take care of.” He said, getting up.
“Do you need help with that too?” You said.
Orpheus looked at you with confusion.
“So, you knew I was looking at you?” He said.
You also looked at him in confusion.
“You were?”
You knew damn well that Orpheus did look at you from behind but you were just playing along that you had no idea. You had purposely arched your back for him when you were under his bed, and it seems like it worked like a charm. Because the next few hours were spent in his bedroom, behind closed doors.
Frederick:
“Absolutely magnificent piano skills. You seem to be getting much better.” Frederick said.
“Thank you. I have been practicing a lot.” You said, getting up from the seat.
“I could tell. Anyways, would you like to take a stroll in the garden with me? You do need a break, after all.” He said.
“Sure.” You nodded.
Shortly after, you and Frederick slowly walked around the garden, taking in the fresh breeze. But all of a sudden, the wind became extremely strong. Strong enough to blow the hem of your dress upwards, exposing your thighs.
Frederick immediately pushed the dress down for you. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t catch a glimpse of what was under it.
“Maybe we should go inside now.” He said.
He immediately realised that what he said sounded extremely wrong.
“Ahem, I mean. We should enter the manor and resume our duties.” He said, slightly embarrassed.
You gave a laugh.
“Frederick, you didn’t need to correct yourself from the first time.” You said.
He immediately felt himself tense up after hearing that.
“Pardon?” He said, his eyes glistening with slight lust.
“I’m saying…you should go inside…me.” You said, your voice filled with desire.
Frederick was almost weak in the knees after hearing you say that, especially with that tone.
He gently took your hand.
“Then let’s go. I’d like to hear you make some melodious sounds.”
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sea-of-dust · 6 months ago
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Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader
Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom
N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references
Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc
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Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"
As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.
Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.
A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did
He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over
He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.
He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice
He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva
The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while
He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"
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Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying
He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though
That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that
He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.
It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"
He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.
He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.
So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed
You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination
Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"
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Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is
He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter
He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer
He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often
You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in
You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece
He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"
Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"
He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!
He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"
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Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!
You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero
Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"
She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days
She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"
Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"
She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry
She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.
If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"
You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"
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fishermanshook · 4 months ago
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ASK: hi! i couldn't find if requests are open, sorry if they're closed rn. can i request some composer, orpheus and painter x fem/gn reader fluff?
DATE NITE!
( composer , novelist & painter ) + gn!reader
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˙✧˖°🍓 ༘ ⋆。˚ modern/celeb. au ?? , chars. are considered pretty big in the fine arts department + the world pretty much , silly little dates w/ them , ooc a bit , lower case intended , grammar and spelling warning
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mundane dates for people with too much on their plate.
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THE COMPOSER ; FREDRICK KRIEGBURG
♫ | when it comes to going on dates with the musician, he much rather prefers something more secluded. something personal between the two of you. that’s why he [politely] turns down any offers on going out to things that are known for having big crowds, like festivals or loud concerts.
♫ | it’s the little things that count to fredrick, truly. the homemade dinner has been platted and served along with dimly lit candles and rose petals scattered across the floor. it’s so romantic and fredrick can’t help but feel so loved by you.
♫ | you’ve got music playing in the background as well. and, once you finish your meal, the two of you sway and dance to the song. the composer kisses your lips and for once, it feels like it’s just you and him, and he wishes he could do this with you every night.
the composer looks at you with playful contempt. “is this my song you're playing?”
you throw your head back in laughter. “of course it is silly, I’d be mad if I didn’t play at least one of your songs tonight.”
♫ | eventually, your dancing leads you to freddrick’s piano in the living room. you sit next to him as he plays you his newest creation. it’s a masterpiece, you tell him, followed by the question of what he’ll name it. fredrick chuckles to himself before revealing to you that it’ll be named after you.
“[name]’s symphony, doesn’t that sound delightful?”
THE NOVELIST ; “ORPHEUS” DEROSS
♪ | orpheus, similar to fredrick, likes to keep things personal. not the biggest fan of crowds, but he’s been in the middle of a few big ones due to book signing. he’s not too picky about what dates you guys go on and enjoys most if not all of the outings you plan together.
♪ | so what’s better than a coffee date followed by book shopping? well, lots of things in reality. orpheus definitely participated in extravagant and expensive activities thanks to his earned riches. but a coffee date makes everything feel normal again, a simpler time when he wasn’t flooded with the need to release the next great book. it’s a great way to spend time with you, he thinks.
♪ | the date is filled with hushed whispers and silent giggles as the two of you browse the library, steaming hot coffees in hand. or maybe it’s hot chocolate in your hand. you're too distracted with reading the back of another book to let him have a better look at your drink.
↳ going to a bookstore as a date was more of a “kill two birds with one stone” kind of deal. you knew that it would be a nice way to spend time together without doing anything too grand, and orpheus gets to look for new inspiration. plus, you get to see if any best sellers catch your eye.
“ooooo I like the sound of this book! I think I’m gonna snag it for myself.”
“lemme see, I can probably get it for you.” [he’s going to steal in and read it himself when you’re not looking]
♪ | you expect him to be engulfed in the books around him, flipping through the pages and seeing what other authors have put on display. instead, he looks at you with a type of fondness only you are graced with. he brings a thumb to your lip to wipe off the excess hot chocolate around your mouth. you smile and lean into his warm embrace.
“sorry, I'm too busy looking at you to notice any of the other books. let’s pick out some more together, ‘k?”
THE PAINTER ; EDGAR VALDEN
♩ | edgar valden is widely known for his skills when it comes to painting. he’s perfected everything, he’s mastered every medium, and his inspiration is seemingly endless. that’s what everyone thinks.
↳ edgar lets you in on probably one of his darkest secrets one night, lying in bed: he hasn’t mastered every single medium there is. his inspiration runs out quicker than most would think. and yes, he hasn’t truly perfected everything when it comes to the arts [mostly saying painting]. the reality of it all rains down on him with the pressure to fulfill such beliefs, but you let him know that it’s okay not to. no one should be expected to accomplish such a feat.
♩ | that’s why little dates like these are the ones he probably cherishes the most, despite how embarrassed and anxious he is walking into the art studio.
“they were 5 dollars a person! I thought it could be nice because we could both work on our art skills.”
“[NAME] WHAT IF SOMEONE NOTICES ME?!?!?”
♩ | that’s why he’s so nervous. the edgar valden, in a beginner's art class, learning how to make pottery? don’t the people expect more of him? you tell him no and that, they shouldn’t because he’s human.
↳ legit started hiding his face at the start of the session ‘cause he was so afraid someone would comment about him being here. you had to pry his hands away from his face.
♩ | it isn’t until maybe halfway through the class he starts to get the hang of things, and you're not far behind either. his beautiful, hand-crafted bowl looks stunning, you tell him. Well, not really. it looks more like a pinch pot, but you think it’s best to keep that to yourself.
↳ neither of you is good at pottery, and it just makes learning it that much more fun for the both of you. [edgar refuses to admit smh] he’s secretly dedicated to making a vase to replace the broken one in your apartment. he’ll paint it your favorite color and doodle your favorite flowers all across it. although, he can’t say that this is looking that much like a vase…
♩ | the two of you are complete messes at the end of it. colorful paint splattered across your face along with dried clay stuck and chipped off underneath your fingernails. you walk out having done your first of many pottery classes that day.
“thank you for planning this out. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would, really.” edgar states before leaving a fleeting kiss on your cheek.
note: his my fishies…🤭🤭🤭 hope you all are having an amazing day / night. enjoy this short little request i got <3
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ladii02 · 7 months 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! ☆
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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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heartshapedbubble · 1 year ago
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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🎼🕸
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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
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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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sunflower1experiment · 1 year ago
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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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ithaquasbbg · 10 months ago
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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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teabreakpancakes · 2 years ago
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Temptation Frederick Kreiburg x GN Reader
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Genre: Smut
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power bottom reader, overstim
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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.
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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.
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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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NSFT Alphabet: Frederick Kreiburg
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I didn't realize I had a lot of feelings about him until writing this
Warnings: trauma
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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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ultrastellara · 5 months ago
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TASTE ~ FREDERICK KREIBURG
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frederick kreiburg x female reader | NSFW
authors note: been yrs since i written my last fanfic, im happy to write for identity v characters.
his tongue was licking the soft bud of your right nipple, the two of you in an empty room of the manor. he placed you on top of a desk, making himself be in between your legs. allowing him to have full access and power to play with you.
your expression full of lust, looking down upon seeing your boyfriend, frederick, having the time of his life.
you were sitting on the desk as his tongue was licking every bit of your ripple, your legs widening for his long fingers playing with your clit. you hadn't cum yet but seeing the way he was eating you up right now, sooner or later you were going to cum. your eyes so focused on his facial expression, not noticing that two of his fingers were entering you. you gasped, gripping onto his jacket a bit tighter.
"you taste so sweet, my love" frederick stated, gently biting your nipple. his fingers were inserting in and out of you, gentle for right now.
"frederick...please.." you begged, wanting him to go a bit faster. your clit was throbbing, wanting his pace to go faster.
yet he shook his head, "not yet my love" he replied before looking down at your chest and started biting your left nipple. his gloves were taken off, allowing every bit of his fingers fitting right into your clit so well.
"frederick-" you whined, you felt your hips buck against his fingers. he smirked happily and proceeded to speed up his fingering.
your eyes slowly started to watered, the feeling of his fingers in you were so good. you couldn't help but enjoy it so much, knowing he's a composer. his fingers were always well taken care of.
your hips continued to hump his fingers, soft moans coming out of your filthy mouth. he stopped sucking onto your nipple, with his free hand, he cups your cheek allowing you to be kissed by him.
his fingers in your clit, the more you kept humping his fingers he went faster and faster.
"such a pretty girl, aren't you?" he stated, while still kissing you. you couldn't reply besides leave a soft moan for him. he smirked even more, seeing you being filthy for him and just for him. it had him going nuts for you.
as his fingers still were in you, you felt your climax coming. the way he was going faster, kissing your face as he was fingering you. the way too, he was panting from how hot the kissing was. his fingers moving at such a gast speed, then finally.
your cum was splattered all over him, especially his fingers, drenched in all of your cum. you panted such as your climax was finishing down. you felt his fingers finally leaving your clit. he looked at you before sucking up all the leftover cum on his fingers. you felt your cheeks become heated from seeing him sucking his fingers all because you came on him.
the tears that were coming out of your eyes from the pleasure was flooding your face. he gently wiped your tears, not wanting you to cry too much over his fingering.
"such a good girl" he praised before unbuckling his belt. your clit began to throb a bit, knowing what was coming next.
"now be ready for me, once again my love" he whispered in your ear. his pants were finally unzipped, you saw how hard he had gotten from you cumming onto him.
"you can cum again for me right, my love?" He lastly whispered, you felt his hard cock into you finally. you nodded before holding onto his shoulder, gripping onto his jacket even more. his hips rocking against you at such a fast pace too.
his head was buried in your shoulder as he was fucking you.
you so were already close to cumming again, on spot.
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lumenwoodd · 3 months ago
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I’d nearly forgotten about this Frederick doodle haha
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orpheusluvr · 1 month ago
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Aggressive (Frederick Kreiburg x Female Reader)
NSFW WARNING
After constantly teasing him, Frederick has tolerated enough and decides to take matters into his own hands…in the brutalist way possible.
Idk how many of y’all simp for this man but I’m not lying when I’d say that I’d absolutely let him DESTROY me (and he would tbh)
Just imagining him and Orpheus makes me go hhhgrdghffggh
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Your husband was a charming and well mannered man. Always making you feel special and loved. But there was one thing about him that distinguished the differences between you both.
Intimacy. The one word that Frederick despised.
You and him had sex only once ever since you married each other last year. He didn’t really like the experience at all, and said that it made him feel slightly uncomfortable and he wished to not do it again until he was ready. You respected his wish, however he felt guilty knowing that it wasn’t your fault at all, it was just how he felt about the whole thing.
The only form of “intimacy” that you received from him were hugs and kisses on the cheek. On rare occasions, you’d kiss on the lips and it would turn into make-out sessions but nothing more than that.
It was becoming more and more unbearable for you, but in the mean time you tried to find ways to cope.
Even Orpheus himself offered to give you a hand.
“I’m much better than him. I’ll give you a spectacular experience.” He said, with a slight grin.
You politely refused, turning away from him.
“Orpheus, I’m married to him. That would just be extremely messed up. As much as I crave the feeling, I must not let my self respect come undone.” You said.
Orpheus nodded.
“Very well. Though, I’m always here if you ever change your mind.” He said, before turning away and silently walking off.
For the past few days, you had been doing something risky to get Frederick’s attention in some way. And so far, he had managed to compose himself each time. Until now.
You were currently seated in the dining room, along with Orpheus and Melly Plinius. Frederick was sat next to you. You all ate dinner in silence.
A smile appeared on your face as you slowly moved your hand under the table, placing it over Frederick’s crotch.
“Ngh…!” Frederick groaned.
Your smile increased. It was working.
Orpheus looked at Frederick suspiciously.
“My apologies, the steak is quite warm.” Frederick said, clearing his throat. He then picked up his cutlery again and began cutting up the steak in a desperate manner to try and look normal.
You on the other hand, began stroking his crotch. He closed his eyes, his breath increasing. He tried clearing his thoughts, pretending your hand wasn’t in his sensitive spot at all.
“Mr Kreiburg, perhaps we should open a window?” Orpheus said.
Frederick shook his head.
“I’m…good.” He said, struggling to speak.
“You don’t seem like it.” Orpheus said. He then looked at you, his facial expression making it seem like he knew what was going on. He then returned to eating.
You decided to take an even larger risk.
You slid your hands into Frederick’s pants, but just as you were about to feel his cock, he immediately dropped his cutlery. It gave you a shock and you immediately moved back.
“Mr Kreiburg? Is everything alright?” Melly asked.
Frederick slowly turned towards you, anger and lust filling up his eyes as he stared at you. His cheeks were red.
“Pardon me, Mrs Plinius. There is something I must deal with.” He said, not breaking his eye contact with you.
He immediately grabbed your hand and got up, dragging you along with him.
As you were in the hallway, you tried to ask him what was going on.
“Fre-”
“I don’t want to hear another word from you.” He snapped.
After reaching your bedroom, he threw you onto the bed, removing his coat. You smiled to yourself, knowing that your plan had finally worked.
“What on earth are you smiling about?” He said, immediately pinning you to the bed. His face was extremely close to yours as a few strands of his light grey hair fell onto his face.
He was slightly annoyed that you didn’t respond to him.
“Well then. I guess I’ll just be hearing sounds from you tonight instead.” He said, moving forward and kissing you. His grip around your arms increased while you both moaned and grunted. He pulled away and began removing the belt to his pants, pulling them down. He revealed his cock that you hadn’t seen in so long, making you even more wet from below as you saw how hard he was, how the veins were running through it and how precum was already dripping from the tip.
He removed your pants and panties, and saw how wet you were from him. He gave a small laugh.
“Naughty girl.” He said, lifting both of your legs and placing them on his shoulders.
He immediately inserted into your entrance, thrusting into you without warning while tightly grabbing your legs.
“F-Frederick! Ngh…hah…” your moans filled the entire room.
“Slow…down…”
Frederick looked at you bitterly.
“I’m giving you what you want, and you’re telling me to slow down?” He said.
He increased his speed even more, hitting your sweet spot each time and sending you to the absolute climax.
“Frederick…I’m gonna c-”
“Don’t.” He said, coldly.
He slowly stopped thrusting and lowered his head towards your ear.
“I’m not letting you cum after how you’ve been treating me lately. Let’s see how long you can keep it in.” He whispered, his voice thick and deep with desire.
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dtmacgxstorys · 5 months ago
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Frederick Kreiburg X Reader!
This is a Frederick Kreiburg/Conposer x Gender Neutral Reader! (I never have a solid plan, I just write whatever comes to mind!)
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You haven't been at the Oletus Manor long, not even a week as passed yet. It took almost 3 days just to introduce them ether because they were shy or you were getting tired. From the moment Eli Clark, Victor Grantz & Luca Balsa introduced themselves, you knew that they would be good friends, but one guy caught your attention, Frederick Kreiburg! You have never interacted with the upper class before coming to the Oletus Manor, but you heard nothing good about them, but then again, you didn't look like you're in a low class. You couldn't help the blush on your face he took your hand & kissed your knuckles as he introduced himself.
The next day, you decided to explore some of the rooms you haven't seen yet. After some time walking, you find a room with a piano in it. You never had lessons on how to play, but every time you see a piano, you always sit down & start playing. You almost always play something huntingly beautiful. You play the piano for a while, you don't even notice that shortly after you started playing, some walked into the room & was slowly approaching. When you stop playing, he says: "...So how long have you been practicing." You nearly fall off the bench as you spin around. "So sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." "P-pract, I haven't eaten had any lessons. A-also don't sneak up on people like that." "... sorry." Is all he said, looking at you with an undeternal look. "Breakfast should be starting soon, do you mind if I sit with you?"
At breakfast, he ask: "have any other talents?" "I like to draw, but i don't like painting, what about you?" You ask. "...piano is all I know!" Is all he said. You both stay quiet for some time before he brakes it & ask: "Do you mind spending today with me?" "No, I don't mind." After breakfast, you walk with him & ask: "So, what are we doing?" "I want you to listen to me pract." "Oh,Ok." Is the last thing you say while heading back to the room. Back in the room, he ask: "can you please sit next to me?" "Ok." You say, doing as he asked as he sits down. He plays a somber but aggressive melody, he also plays much faster than you. He stopped mind key. "You ok?" You ask. "... you really never had lessons?" "Frederick, don't get hung up on that. You play so much better than me." ".... you don't even know how well you actually played?" He ask, looking at you. You can't fully see if he's angry or upset. "I know I play good enough to touch or move some people, but I can't compare to you." He looks away from you & starts to play something similar to what you played earlier. When he stops, you can't help but look at him in awe. He turned away from the piano & says: "You do." With that, he gets up & leaves.
As he leaves, you shoot up & cell out to he. "F-Frederick, Wait!" You exit the room & you see him looking back at you. "Frederick, I'm so sorry if I upset you, I didn't even think anyone was awake to hear me, I just started playing because it was there and-" "I don't know what I feeling, but I'm not upset because you can play as well as I do even though you never had lessons." "Oh" is all you can say. It's been 6 & a half months after that incident, but he did start taking with you shortly afterward, but your friends couldn't help but how much of your time Frederick is taking. One day at lunch, there is an open seat across from you, & Luca jumped at the opportunity. "Luca, No!" Victor & Eli tried to grab him, but he's too fast. Luca sits across from you & ask: "Sooo~ what are you two doing?" "Oh, hi Luca, just taking." You replie. "Luca, don't do this." Eli said. "You know Frederick, I didn't think you were the type to want to be friends just anyone?" Frederick just glares at Luca.
"Luca, enough! Let them eat in place." Victor said. "Why are you spending so much time with Y/N, Frederick?" "Luca, it's ok, Frederick isn't-" Luca cuts you off saying: "I Want To Hear Frederick Speak." Luca words made you jumb a little. "We both can play piano." Frederick replies. "Do you think I'm stupid, Frederick? That can't be all!" Victor & Eli on stand by if Luca becomes too violent. "... sorry Y/N, I think I should go." Frederick says as he gets up. "Frederick, please say & eat. Luca, what the fuck is your problem?" You ask. "I don't believe that this rich asshole gives a shit about you." Luca said, glaring as Frederick. Frederick finally spoke up: "even if I tell you the truth, you wouldn't believe me, Luca." With that, Frederick left. "Frederick!" You cell out but he continued out of the dining room. "Why do you even want to spen time with Him anyway Y/N?" You quickly replie: "Because I like him!" Luca looks at you, surprised. "Really?" All three of them say at the same time.
"Yes." Is all you said before leaving to find Frederick. You finally catch up to him. "Frederick, wait, are you ok?" He just stands there, not turning to face you. "... I'm fine." "Frederick please, please don't lie to me." He turns to face you, placing his hand on your cheek. "... Y/N,... i.... i can't right now." "Please Frederick, don't leave me in the dark." You said, putting your hands on his face. He looked surprised. "...Y/N..." He leans a little closer to you. "....I'm good now. Thank you, Y/N." He removes his hand & backs up. ".... I'm going to my room to relax." "Can I come?" You ask. "...ok." He held out his hand toward you. You take it & follow him.
He opens the door & lets you in first, closing the door behind him. He walks over to his bed & lies down. "You can lie next to me." You do exactly that & ask: "Do you want to talk or no?" "Not really." He replies. The two of you lie in silence for a long time before he suddenly sits up. "You ok Frederick?" He just sits there, quiet for a moment. "...why do you want to be here, with me right now?" You pause, unsure how to answer. You decide to confess. "Because... because I love you Frederick." He turns to you, surprised from the words. "...Me, you like me?" "Yes Frederick, You, I love you so much!" He turns away from you & looks at the floor.
"... you're not trying to just get sex out of me, you mean it?" "No, absolutely not. I love you, I love being here with you." He turns back to you. "Then come here." You crawl over to him and sit on your knees. He pulls a hand on your cheek & leans closer to you, kissing you on the lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. After a long, passionate kiss , he finally pulled away, looking at you with a loving look. "Do you wanna cuddle for a while, I'm big spon if so?" "Sounds good to me!"
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