– Usually. Michael is in full control of his feelings and reactions, so it is very rare for him to show any blatant signs of anger, sadness or distress. However, once in a while his emotions get the best of him, and he finds himself in need of comfort and reassurance.
– Since you are his partner and his equal, and the only person he loves and trusts with his whole heart, it is only natural that Michael would seek out your soothing company in such moments.
– The two of you are in a very well-balanced, healthy and supportive relationship, so the moment one of you is down, the other will immediately drop whatever it is that they were doing in order to offer their comfort and assistance.
– Which is exactly what you do every time Michael comes to you with a vulnerable look in his baby blue eyes. Especially since it only happens very rarely, so you know that, when it does happen, it’s something serious.
– Usually you start by asking him whatever is the matter, which is basically the only encouragement he needs to start pouring his heart out to you.
– In the meantime, you would listen to his ramblings patiently, one arm draped comfortingly over his shoulders. You don’t interrupt, unless it is evident that he is looking for verbal reassurance, nor do you ask any questions, for you know Michael will tell you everything that is bothering him in his own time.
– Once he is finished recounting to you whatever it was that upset him, you would welcome him into your reassuring embrace, his nose buried in the crook of your neck while you pet his golden hair with feather-light caresses.
– You would most definitely offer words of comfort or even praises, depending on what seems to be the problem. (Namely whether Michael is just upset about something/with someone or whether if he is feeling insecure.)
– Lots and lots of cuddles, because this softboy™ needs them, especially when in distress.
– Because you know that good food can help one feel better even in their darkest hour, you cook french toast for Michael whenever he is feeling down: It always manages to bring a smile on his face.
– Aaaaannndddd….naturally, sex is also an option. Especially the soft and slow kind, with lots of kisses and gentle caresses, as it helps him relax and de-stress.
anonymous asked if I had any michael nsfw headcanons and they didn’t say older or younger, so I decided to do both!
Older!Michael:
He loves to worship your body. His hands traveling along every inch of your body. His mouth following suit leaving gentle kisses against your skin, soft murmurs of praise coming from him.
When it comes to the two of your doing rituals it’s mesmerizing for him. The way yours and his blood mixes and paints your body. Your breasts covered and dripping red. The crimson color clashing with your complexion, your soft skin. It’s almost appetizing to him.
Sometimes he would just want to jump right into it. And other times he wants to go slow, watch you ride him. One of his hands on your hip, the other tangled in your hair. Watching you in awe as you take all of him, loving the way you body moves perfectly against his.
He definitely knows how to be rough and loves it. So rough it leaves bruises and marks on your skin. But he also likes to be soft too. Loves doing simple missionary. It gives him the perfect view of you, watching your pleasure as he slowly rolls his hips up into you. Leaving chaste kisses to your neck and chest.
He likes watching you. Even in non-sexual ways doing the simplest things. But he loves watching you touch yourself for him. Sitting in a leather chair placed perfectly at the end of the bed, his eyes intently on you as he watches your fingers skillfully explore your body inside and out. Loving all the needy moans coming from your mouth. The want and crave you have for him turning him on so much it makes him grip the sides of the leather chair to hold himself back from touching you, wanting to watch the beautiful show before him.
He also really loves watching you look up at him while you’re on your knees in front of him. Begging for him to let you touch him, for him to touch you, to feel him within your mouth.
He REALLY loves begging ok!
And praise. He loves hearing you praise him but he also loves praising you, ‘good girl’ ‘you’re taking so much of me love, you’re doing so good’ coming from him.
He loves dirty talk. Obviously. Sometimes it’s sweet nothings in your ear and other times it’s so dirty it makes you blush.
He would love trying new positions for sure. But his favorite ones are the ones where he can see your face, your reactions, see how much you love taking him, wanting to see every moan leave your lips.
Young!Michael:
Virgin!Michael is not very experienced but skillful at the same time. The first time you two are intimate he takes his time to study your body. Touching every crevice, every crook of your body. Taking his time to study your body. He goes slow and takes his time with his touches, his lips, his tongue.
And when it comes to finally doing the deed he’s constantly asking you if you’re okay, if he’s hurting you. His hand coming to rest on your cheek as he slowly thrusts into you. Watching your face contour with pleasure from all the ways he moves his hips. Mesmerized by the way your face looks with each thrust, wanting to see it over and over again.
And when he eats you out for the first time he’s not as shy as you’d expect. He’s excited and ready to go. Ready to make you feel good. His eyes locked on you as his mouth explores your core, his tongue more skillful than you could of imagined. Experimenting with licks, sucks, and nips. His tongue worshiping you.
“Remember dear, you belong to me. You were born to be mine.” Michael reminded. His eyes peered into yours daring you to disobey. Your body shook as if taking his words into consideration. There was no denying just how your physical form craved his, wanting nothing more than to press up against him.
Flesh to flesh.
“(Y/N)’s blood goes back to the witches of Salem. She is born a witch, and the only thing she belongs to is the coven!” Cordelia intervened, stepping in front of you. “You so much as touch her and I’ll end you.”
The coldness that filled you from Michael vanished suddenly. A familiar feeling of love and safety swam through your veins warming you body. Your bones and flesh might’ve craved Michael, but Cordelia owned something more…
Heart to heart.
The only thing left to give was your soul, and you had a feeling neither would give it up without a fight.
y o u are an absolute gem! thank you so much wuahwuwh hnnnn i love this blonde vampire so much and writing this actually made me cry just a lil(read a whole lot) bless your heart and soul (・з・)ﾉﾞ❤
By the time she got to the training session, her cheeks were flushed and her breath escaped in shallow exhales; her lover had allowed her to sleep-in, knowing she must’ve been tired from last night and by the time she woke up, she just knew Trevor would not be pleased and she rushed to get there as quickly as she could.
“This is like the third time you’re late,” the brown haired man groaned, sitting slumped forward on a tree stump “What happened to the bright-eyed morning damsel?”
The girl merely shrugged, a swift apology passing her lips as she attempted to regain some sort of composure while taking her weapons out. But her ‘tutor’ wasn’t going to let her off that easily.
The man pursed his lips, slowly standing up, stroking his chin while looking her up and down “Come on,” he urged, getting closer, intrigued at the way she instinctively stepped back “Spit it out.”
“Give it a rest,” she pushed his question away with a nervous laugh, eyes shifting to and from the ground and him despite her best attempts to keep them stable. Alucard hadn’t told her to keep their relationship a secret, but she wasn’t one to make things public, especially to the one person she knew was never going to shut up about it.
Trevor sighed, rolling his eyes before pointing to his neck “Latin lessons been a bit rough, recently?” he inquired with a smirk, watching the red colour move up onto her face “Didn’t know Latin was this…bite-y”
The girl winced ever so slightly, before eventually hanging her head forward “Okay, you got me, master detective.” She groaned, holding her hands up in a defeated gesture “Me and Alucard are fucking. Happy now? Or do you want a cookie as well?”
The man was obviously oh-so-pleased with himself, laughing out loud “I knew it! Sypha so owes me 5 golds.”
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