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a018233 · 8 days

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--౨ৎ. Rent-A-Gf/Bf x Yandere Andrew

𐙚. Summary : Andrew is feeling more lonesome than usual until he downloads a rent-a-partner app .

𐙚. CW: yandere content, gn reader, Andrew has a wet dream about you. nsfw content, delusional Andrew. Modern au.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew is already 24, and he has never been on a date. He hasn't even kissed anyone, nor has he been kissed by someone.

ᡣ𐭩 He can't be bothered to make friends when he struggles to keep the ones he already has.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew can't help his brooding nature that scares people off. Even if they managed to look past that, the way he speaks makes them skadaddle off.

ᡣ𐭩 He's always been that way, it's a miracle he managed to keep the current friend group he has now.

ᡣ𐭩 He's tired of the dating talk, he doesn't bother trying anymore. It's not like he had interest in the first place.

ᡣ𐭩 That is until he came across a Rent-A-Partner ad. It spikes his curiosity a little. The next thing he knows, he downloaded it and already made an account.

ᡣ𐭩 It's not like he's *actually* going to do it. He's just scrolling through profiles out of curiosity.

ᡣ𐭩 Until he comes across your profile, oh. You're so cute.. maybe a one-time rental date shouldn't hurt. It's not like he has other things planned..

ᡣ𐭩 The progress is not complicated at all, pay the rental fee, meet up and go on the date, and that's it. He's nervous leading up to the date, what the fuck was he thinking? Was he that lonely that he succumbed to this?

ᡣ𐭩 He feels embarrassed that he made sure to shower and dress nice prior to showing up. He debated leaving and canceling until he felt a gentle tug on his arm.

ᡣ𐭩 "Excuse me? Are you Andrew?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew can't help but swallow thickly, nodding. He could feel himself tensing up. He tries not to stare, but the way you dressed was.. adorable.

ᡣ𐭩 He prays you don't notice how sweaty his hands are. Who is he kidding? Of course you noticed.

ᡣ𐭩 Yet not a complaint. If anything, you hold his hand a little tighter, like a kite on a string you didn't wanna let go of.

ᡣ𐭩 God, you're such an angel. The way you hold his hand without disgust. The way you wait with a soft smile when he keeps stuttering over his words.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew wasn't sure where to take you. So he ended up taking you on a simple date such as the movies.

ᡣ𐭩 He was originally going to take you out on a cafe date and then walk around through a park. But he could barely mumble a word out before awkwardly guiding you to the movies.

ᡣ𐭩 He doesn't remember what movie you two had seen. All he could think about was how your hands intertwined. He hopes you don't mind how rough, calloused, and sweaty his hands were.

ᡣ𐭩 The way you were making him feel, he might as well go in cardiac arrest.

ᡣ𐭩 When the movie ends, you have about 30 minutes left to the date. So he settles for taking you out to a nearby cafe to talk about the movie and whatnot.

ᡣ𐭩 He finally manages to choke out a few sentences. He knows he looks stupid. He feels as if his face is on fire when he talks to you.

ᡣ𐭩 Normally, people would've found a way to end a conversation quickly when they talk to him. He wouldn't have blamed you if you decided to end the date early. But you didn't.

ᡣ𐭩 You're such a doll, listening to everything he has to say while you sip on your sweet tea. You even ask follow-up questions.

ᡣ𐭩 So when the date does end, he feels his heart tighten. You bid your goodbye, giving him a cheek kiss. A little something to end the date.

ᡣ𐭩 The night he goes home, he has a little pep in his step. Randomly giggling to himself as he's reminded of the date. The way you leaned against him, or how you held his hand tightly. Even his roommates are put off by him, more so than usual.

ᡣ𐭩 He's still giddy when he turns down for the night. His mind is filled with you. The way your hands felt like against his is something that will play on repeat for him, so soft.

4:47 am, and it's not that surprising when Andrew wakes up in a hot sweat. He was dreaming about you and your hands. He groans, feeling his briefs get tighter.

He grimaces once he realized he had a wet dream about you, he feels ashamed and gross. He tries to sleep it off only to no avail.

He finds himself yanking his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. Watching his angry tip throbbing for release.

Instead of using his dominate hand, he uses his left. It's a little sloppy and uncoordinated but that way he can pretend it's your hand instead of his.

He pumps himself slowly, whimpering and cursing softly under his breath. He shouldn't be doing this, he's aware of that. But he's so helpless. His mind is filled with lewd thoughts and 'what ifs' of you.

He tries not to make any noises to wake his poor roommates, imagining it's your hand that's jerking him off.

Would you be disgusted with him if you found out he was acting so degenerate? Or would you guide him? Maybe even praise him. You would, right? Since you're so nice and pretty..

His breath quickens and so does his pumping, it doesn't take long before Andrew ends up cumming all over his sheets.

Andrew sighs, shaking his head. He knows he should change his sheets and take a shower, but he feels so worn out. He settles for laying back down. Trying to fall asleep once more while he thinks of other places he can take you next time.. maybe something like an anaquarium or an indoor ice-skating ring.

ᡣ𐭩 You don't have regulars often, but lately, you've been getting them a lot more. Andrew also happens to be one of them.

ᡣ𐭩 Andrew books you at least once a week. He can't help but sulk knowing you go on a date with others.

ᡣ𐭩 You felt it too, didn't you? So why are you going on a date with others?

ᡣ𐭩 At this point, he actively believes you two are dating. He also believes you're cheating on him.

ᡣ𐭩 It makes him want to pull his hair out when he stalks you out on your little affairs. He's grinding his teeth when he sees you kisses their cheek like you do his.

ᡣ𐭩 Oh, but he's not mad at you. He could never be upset with you for too long. You simply don't know any better.

ᡣ𐭩 Don't worry, he forgives you. And as a good boyfriend, he'll make sure you don't have other distractions. You are just misguided after all.

ᡣ𐭩 Even if it means showing up to your little date with bloodied and bruised knuckles. No more regulars means more time slots for him to book you, and more time to spoil you. And maybe this time, you won't lead astray.

A/n: I wanna do more rent-a-partner but idk who haha, I already have Joseph down... mhfhg..

#idv x reader #idv smut #yandere identity v #yandere idv #Gravekeeper x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #yandere andrew kreiss #ᯓᡣ𐭩 Rent-A-Partner #౨ৎ. gravekeeper

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lemon-idol · 11 months

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✰ booth seat | andrew kreiss

NSFW, afab! reader, you/your pronouns, wc: 4.7K, fast paced (i just wanna fuck him bro) In which the stoic and gruff Train Conductor and the Agent (you) use their time alone wisely. third POV (them/themself) on ao3 !! Train Conductor is described to be smug and cocky ehe get it

BTW I’M FIXING THE FORMAT I KNOW IT LOOKS WEIRD 😭😭

The rattling of the infinite train brings Andrew out of his thoughts.

There was a new addition to the train that had been plaguing his mind as of late.

He knew that you knew that he has been suspecting you. Which is probably why he finds himself always lingering near you throughout the endless night. He could feel your burning gaze everytime he strolled past the quarters you were staying in- not that he minded the attention. Which leads us to his current position. With the yearn for your gaze again, Andrew finds himself walking down the familiar hallway where your room was stationed.

Though on the side eyeing the designated window, he doesn’t find you in your compartment this time, which causes him to lift an eyebrow. As if his mind were an open book, it’s slammed closed after he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning, his eyes land on the lanky figure of the Sheriff before him. The blonde’s permanent smile didn’t waver nor did it grow as he raised three fingers and motioned with his other hand to the door behind Andrew. Grateful, yet slightly embarrassed at being found out, the gruff man huffs through his nose and leads the way towards the following car.

He nods to you, the Agent, as he passes by and sits at the dining table behind them.

How the Sheriff was suspicious of you, but not Andrew yet leaves him a little puzzled. He knew Grantz would attempt to ask about the Agent’s mission and the lead up on how they appeared on the train, so he knew his interest as Conductor would not seem odd.

Although before he can lean back comfortably, he notices the fidgeting before Victor could even begin to pry out any information. This causes Andrew to clear his throat before standing up. The booth cushions squeak as they rise again for his company. “If you are too uncomfortable with talking to them, I’ll do it for you. Don’t rush your work, Mr. Grantz,” he clarifies, taking his coat off to place it on the back of the booth.

The blonde bows his head in return, mumbling out “Thank you, sorry”. Despite being a Conductor, Victor is aware of the albino’s experience. He is a quiet man but he can keep conversation when it comes to interrogations. Knowing that he has all the time in the world on the train, Grantz easily surrenders to sharing his work.

The blonde’s head snaps back up as if he had a lightbulb spark above his head, “That reminds me, a child was accompanying them too, right? Is it alright if I go speak with him while you interrogate (L-Name)?”. The broad man nods, “I do not mind- in fact, I prefer working alone in these situations.” Victor nods in return, relieved for his senior’s understanding of his well-being.

He bends down near the table in the narrow row to gather his dark leather case and give Wick a small rub on the nose.

Patting the back of his uniform as he heads to the door, he stops to bid farewell at the Conductor. The albino interrupts before he can speak, however, “Oh, I would like to mention, you do not need to come back here. I am sure that I will wrap this all up in a bit so you can head back to the first car after speaking to the child”.

The Sheriff's smile seems to widen in admiration at his confidence, “Alright, good luck and goodnight”. He nods to you and you respond back with a polite smile as he inserts his fingers into the opening once again and descends into the lit hallway after sliding the door shut.

Andrew waits a moment before walking towards the door. His uniform crinkles as he reaches up to the clips holding the curtains and releases them. Now, there will be no onlookers peering into the dining car as it was reserved for the very few staff anyway. Setting the clips aside, he walks back to where you are sitting, crossing his arms and leans against the clothed table.

Moments pass and you two are still gazing at each other, waiting for the other to speak up.

You sigh and rest your head on your hands, “So, what is it that you need out of me?”

Removing his gloves slowly, Andrew’s expression stayed the same, although the bottom of his eyes seemed to curl up just a bit to indicate the ghost of a smile. You raise an eyebrow as the Conductor strides to the booth seat, abandoning the silk white gloves onto the table before you and places a single hand on your jaw. He places a knee onto the booth seat before leaning down so there was only a bit of room left between your faces. Andrew runs his thumb back and forth on your cheek and you suppress a shiver at the feel of the gentle and cold cradle.

“Depends on how much I can get out of you.”

At that statement, you tilt your head up further to respond, “However much you need.”

Well, it seemed like he needed your cum out of you by the way you found yourself on top of him not long after.

You straddle the man’s lap, your plush thighs resting on either side of his.

It didn’t take long for you to give into his charm, but the other way goes around too. Hell, he even turned away their best (and only) officer just for the opportunity to get you two alone.

“Is this alright?”

“Kind of too late to ask now.” he scoffed, though the grip he had on your hips opposed the tone of his statement, relieved that you took the step forward.

“Hm,” your lips quirk up a bit before leaning in closer, your noses right by each other as you whispered, “Don’t act like you didn’t start this.” Preferring to get his dick wet rather than talking, Andrew closes the last bit of space and indulges in the tightened grip that was at the base of his neck. Your lips move against each other in a desperate cling, tongues slightly brushing the other’s lips but never fully entering. His lips leeching onto your bottom lip almost fooled you into thinking it was that of a lover’s embrace.

You felt the vibration of his groan on your lips when you ground your hips against his in search of slight friction, though it was hard to seek due to his uniform. His chapped lips collided with yours wonderfully, your tongue providing the nourishment he needed. With each move of his lips, his goal was seemingly to rid of the air in your lungs as you felt them begin to burn a bit. Hearing you inhale sharply through your nose had him pushing his head further into you, tongue sneaking out to pry your mouth open

You move back and smile a bit as he chases your lips, slightly annoyed that you ended the session so early. You tug at both of your guys’ collars to indicate that you want the hindrances gone. He rolls his crimson eyes but complies with your request seeing at how hard you were panting; seriously, you’re an Agent but your lungs couldn’t last that long? He begins to wonder if you were a behind the scenes agent rather than on the field. Yet he can’t help but bring his lips to yours again, purposely creating a small smack and letting his lips linger after separating.

Andrew took his time before his hands reached for your collar. Andrew did not indulge in the idea of him and his partner being fully unclothed; it felt too vulnerable, too exposed. Though he does have an exception if they’re in bed where they’re both covered with a blanket. He believed that clothes are what makes beauty stand out more, that they are simply displayed to frame people’s bodies. Similar to a red curtain unveiling the wonders, joy, and surprises of a play.

He leans forward to capture your lips again, occupying his hands by unbuttoning the mahogany shirt you were wearing. You jolted here and there whenever his bare, cold hands would caress your stomach as he moved down. He removes a hand to gently lay it onto your burning back and leans you over the edge of the table.

With you spread out and disposed to him, he can finally indulge into his fantasies. He grips the sides of your covered chest and presses them together as if he were a cat making metaphorical biscuits. He lays small pecks on your neck and trails down to the skin that your undergarment failed to cover; as much as he wanted to feed on you, it was far too cold to let them out. He opens his mouth and closes it all around the top of the chest as your skin sunk into his mouth, he is mimicking making out with the soft bosom. His thumbs make lazy circles around the nipples through the garment and you let out small sighs to encourage his ministrations. His teeth graze the skin each time, always on the verge of leaving a mark. But Andrew knew how dangerous it was to claim something on this train, something he has dreaded ever since his gaze landed on the ethereal being before him.

You let him play around a bit more before tapping and letting out an airy giggle at the furrow of his eyebrow. He gives himself a few more love bites and licks before he lifts his head from in between your breasts. He lets his chin rest in the valley of them, looking at you quizzically through one half lidded eye. You smile a little as you pet his head before speaking, “It’s a little unfair that I’m the only one semi-uncovered, don’t you think?”

The Conductor pretends to ponder for a moment before sighing, clicking his teeth three times to mimic a “tsk” sound. “It’s not unfair, I am simply doing my duty of revealing your secrets as part of the interrogation,” he replies, before continuing his doting on your chest. You let out a huff of amusement before you lift yourself up from the table and cradle his head as he refuses to move from your chest and slide onto his lap again, “You know, maybe they should interrogate you too.”

You glide your hand along his jawline before dipping under his chin to peck his neck. You move your face back up to his where his defined milky face waits and lightly grip his hollow cheeks together. “You’re not exactly truthful to your staff either,” you whisper as his uncovered eye narrows at the implication.

Placing his hands under your thighs, he made a motion to move you up to strip you of the dress pants and undergarments you were wearing. However, the liminal space only allows the clothing to get to their knees.

You’re not as bothered about this as Andrew is but he lets it slide as he indulges in your addictive lips once again. He moves one of his hands from your hips to in between your legs and runs two of his fingers up and down your slick to gather some up. You shudder at the ghost of his touch before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his head a small squeeze to get him to stop teasing. He slowly departs from the kiss and instead moves to smooth lingering kisses around your mouth. He does it as an attempt to comfort you as he finally inserts the two fingers into you.

He’s patient with it, though he’s having a hard time controlling himself as it practically sucks him in with little resistance.

“I don’t even have to do much, hm?”

“Yeah...hah. I put in a bit of effort and made it easier for you,” you retaliated as he continued to softly press kisses on your jaw before snapping down to your collarbone and digging his teeth into your skin, his tongue then leaving a streak to soothe the sudden attack. Andrew proceeded to curl the fingers that were inside of you. He repeated the process at an agonizing pace, but the sudden force when he reached deep was enough to make you sigh in pleasure into the crown of his head. The arm that was wrapped around you tightened in an attempt to bring you even closer.

With his large hand practically cupping your crotch at this point, he uses his thumb to move one of the folds to reveal your clit. He moved the hand that was on your waist down to your lower back to push your hips forward. He pressed the heel of his other hand onto your crotch, followed by circular motions as his fingers paused inside of them. The addition of his callous hands on where you truly wanted it made you gasp and grasp his shoulders as your forehead fell onto his. Andrew stared at your flushed expression; the slight twitch of your flaming cheekbones, the open mouth where your tongue almost came out, and the disorientation of your eyes had him gaping. He almost stopped altogether to just simply cherish a view he didn’t think he’d get tonight.

You slightly grit your teeth and let out a whimper to signal the lack of coordination in his movements. He heard your dejected whine and he attempted to move, however he found it hard to do so in the cramped booth. He clicks his teeth as he settles to focusing on stimulating your clit; it had you jolting your hips and your breath quickened at the same time as he sped up. The contact of the burning moans on his ear had shivers travel down his spine and he found himself squirming a bit as well. His pants couldn’t hold much longer either, it was getting painful for him.

As you kept letting out broken moans above him, he felt your thighs enclosing around him which gave him the hint that you were about to cum. Andrew let the two fingers go in till the knuckle where he moved them in opposite directions, attempting to open you for him. He felt you open your mouth once again as if to speak, to warn him of what was coming, but he paused his motions. He tossed you an apologetic gaze the moment you slumped against him in disappointment of not receiving your climax when you were so close to it.

“As much as I’d love to see your expression, it might be easier and less tiring for you to move the other way,” he grumbles into your cheek. His arm lets go of its steel grip and he removes his hand from where it belonged, leaning back to give you space to turn around. You give him an unimpressed look as you try to catch your breath and lift yourself with shaky legs. Without shame, Andrew watched the display of your ass before you settled down into his lap again after turning around. Andrew notices the imprints on your skin where his touch was, his gaping mouth twitching upwards at the corner before placing his hands onto your sides once more.

With your loosened button down, he takes the opportunity to move it down to your forearms, kissing the skin that the shirt slowly revealed. He moves his mouth back up to your nape to nibble here and there, causing you to chuckle and cup the side of his head. He tightens his arms around you in a hug, his broad build encasing you from the biting cold that lingers in the car.

“You ready?” he mumbles into your flaming ear; you hum and eagerly nod. He pinches your thigh and moves his other hand up to cup your jaw, “Nuh-uh, I need a verbal confirmation.” You roll your eyes despite your heart fluttering at his demand for assurance and turn your head to the side to make eye contact with that gleaming ruby of his, “Yes, sir, I am ready to have my insides annihilated by you.”

Andrew holds back from barking a laugh, “You’re lucky you’re cute, that phrase was a little cringy.” You turn your head back to face forward, to avoid having a sore neck (though those “soft bites” were starting to make themselves known), and replied with “I know you’d love to, and maybe even more.”

“Hm, you got me there”, and wasting no more time, Andrew grips your hips once again and pushes them up so they hover just above his tip so he can use his other hand to grip his dick. The hand on the grip smooths over the hipbone when he feels your legs wobble a little. Knowing he was on the bigger side, Andrew attempted his best at inserting slowly but your anticipation rattled throughout your entire body. Your mouth began to open little by little from the pressure of being spread, your expression twitching in frustration of his size. Yet in the brief moment of numbness, you are still able to register the guttural groan that escapes Andrew.

Suddenly, you can feel Andrew further stiffen due to realizing too late that there were footsteps outside. Both of you were too caught up in the moment and it causes you to move in shock as you hear the farthest door on the other end of the car slide open.

“Shit-”

“Ah!”

In a frantic and panicked motion, you slam down onto him, both of your guys’ hips slotting into each other which creates an unwanted “slap!”. Andrew shoves his face into your upper back in an attempt to not let out a noise. Your thighs trembled at the uncomfortable stretch, wanting to have gone slowly, but the Sheriff’s entrance made you both lose whatever composure you were clinging to. Andrew let out a low groan into your neck before scrambling to get both his coat and a notepad out onto the table to set up a scene. He draped his navy coat over your laps and struggled to keep the pen still.

Victor waddled up to the booth you were both sitting at, holding his own trusty notepad. Andrew straightened up the closer the Sheriff got, pulling back the coat enough that it wrapped around his own hips. Despite your strange position, the Sheriff gave a light smile nonetheless before flipping over the notepad in his hands- maybe the temperature in this car was lower than in the others?

The Conductor eyed the writing and the notepad, ignoring the burning side eye you were giving him at his lackluster response in driving the Sheriff away. You hate how composed he seems, while you were here holding your breath, anticipating for any friction. In your frustration, you subconsciously tightened your insides which caused Andrew to stutter as he began to respond to the Sheriff’s writing.

Feeling the throb of his dick in you had you smirking behind your hand before it was your turn to stiffen up again when you feel a slight graze on your clit- a silent threat to get you to stay still.

Despite being able to respond to all of Victor’s written questions, the Conductor’s mind was elsewhere; he thought about how warm the person on top of him was, how soft they were on top yet rough below, the stretch marks on the insides of their thighs worth memorizing. Ah, thank whatever God was out there that he had experience on how to keep his composure due to his job, but it was hanging on by a thread at this point.

Most of what Victor was saying came in one ear and left the other, his mind too preoccupied with his current sensitivity.

He shows Andrew the notepad again with what was conversed with the child. But upon noticing the half-hearted nods and “Got it”s from Andrew, the Sheriff grows quiet. Victor concludes what he needed to say and bows his head as a silent farewell. Relieved about the possibility of getting into action again, Andrew tries to give him an apologetic smile, knowing he is not the best with words (but neither with expressions…).

Andrew shuffles forward to hand the blonde the notepad, the friction having your thighs close and meet each other. The moment Victor turns away, you shuffle your hips in a seesaw motion, similar to a runway walk, unable to resist the irritation growing inside of you. Andrew’s lips pull back, revealing slight fangs as his hand traveled up your front, fingers spread out as he used his palm to push against your abdomen, driving you further back into him. You stifle the groan that threatened to come out from your throat. Victor’s honey but sharp eyes glance over at you, finally noting your low but consistent sounds.

Your eyes crinkle while trying to maintain a wobbly smile in order to mask the turmoil your body was in to just be railed properly. About to write his concern, Grantz finally caught a glimpse of your attempt to hide the cleavage that was revealed from the open shirt. His body perks up as straight as an exclamation point before he scrambles out of the car faster than before, blood draining from his face but rushing to his ears.

Andrew’s attentive ears focused on Victor’s retreating footsteps; the car was silent aside from the rattling of the windows as the train blasted through the snowstorm. Confirming that there was no other noise besides that, he leans back, his hands reclaiming their throne on your hips as he lifts you and pulls back his hips as far as the seat allows him, observing his dick leaving your pussy halfway. Ha, it seems that staying in the still position is best to mold you into his shape now that your body begs for what he has to give.

He stays still for a moment and your coming protest is replaced by a low “ah” as he pushes himself back in. He repeats the motion, causing you to move your hips to begin bouncing each time your hips collide. Gripping the table to use as a stabilizer, you can’t help but crumble over the edge of it, that growing itch inside of you finally starting to relinquish. Being so full while hearing the low grunts of the man behind you has your insides twisting. You would be lying if you were to say that that itch didn’t begin growing once you saw more and more of him the past week you arrived. Though there was another catalyst to your neediness.

Having no one else to relieve the growing tension might also be the cause of why Andrew couldn’t help but grip tighter around your body. He wraps his arm below your breasts, his muscles flexing under his button up. The regret of not completely taking off your clothes seeps in for a second before it leaves again when a low moan leaves you. A burst of feeling broke in him, but it was soon muffled by the intensity of lust. His lips attached themselves to your skin in an attempt to memorize your taste, to maybe become one. The overwhelming crave for intimacy was what brought you two together in the first place and honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way. Which is why he cared a little less about potentially being caught and let the dam break.

Such paced and shallow movements left all proper sentences to dissolve into the frigid air.

Drowning in your own bliss, you’re a little surprised at the sudden noises that emerged from Andrew’s throat. His rapid breathing and the drum of his heart could be felt throughout your entire body. You respond to his passion with your own airy groans and whines, rolling your hips to meet him the more you became lost in each other’s heat. Despite being so talkative earlier, the Conductor lost the ability to say anything, only mumbling out small praises and sighs.

“Almost…”

Was all you needed to know as Andrew’s gaping mouth made its home where your ear meets your jaw. You couldn’t help the ego boost that ran through your body knowing you reduced such a rigorous man to a grunting mess. Yet it passed when you felt the crawling sensation that went through your lower parts and braced for the impact of that euphoria.

Your body processed the climax before your brain could; your body jolted and tightened in an attempt to be replenished and the man behind you slammed his hips two more times before going stiff as well. Your eyes fluttered as you felt his cum spurt along your insides, the odd sensation made your hips move a bit as if to rub it properly in you. Your legs twitch in sync with his own small thrusts as he accidentally stimulates both of you even further.

Then you two stay still, your bodies adjusting and remembering the pulse and sensation of one another. Chests move up and down, minds recovering from the epitome of bliss.

With your mind still a bit frazzled, you mumbled, “Next time I should be quieter…”. Upon hearing this, Andrew leaned forward to peck your ear; you shiver as his hot breath travels down your neck, “Oh? So there will be a next time. We can go for a proper round right now if you’re that desperate for more.”

You ponder for a moment before your mind flashes back to the quiet officer that stumbled on you two earlier. “This might not be the best place to continue, even if I wouldn’t mind having an audience,” you sighed as you leaned forward to remove the soft member inside of you, despite wanting it to stay there. Andrew raises an eyebrow at the end of your statement before moving up as well and reaching over to the middle of the table where there’s a canister of napkins. He grabs a couple in between each finger before settling back into the seat and gripping the ass of you who is still bent over. “Stay still,” he whispers out before dragging one of the napkins up your crotch to soak up your slick. You jump at the caress as you feel your pussy still tingling. He continues to wipe your folds and clean any evidence of his cum, much to his displeasure.

Forgetting that he didn’t reply to your sentence earlier, the Conductor says in a sultry tone, “But you know…that is a good idea”. You didn’t even need to turn to see the faint mischievous smile on his face.

Once he finishes with wiping you clean, he graciously pulls up your underwear and dressing pants before giving your ass a smack and reveling in the recoil. Your brow twitches before you step sideways to get out of the booth, putting most of your weight on the table. The Conductor follows you and gathers his items before placing them back into the slightly damp coat that had fallen victim to his sweat. Placing it in his shoulders again, he places a hand on your lower back and turns to you to stare down at your flustered state.

Not being able to resist the man’s quiet antics any further, you reach out your hand to cup his hollow cheek. He gets the message and leans down, your lips meeting once more in a soft press. No rush, no tongue running past their teeth, just a simple lock that lasts a few seconds before you both gradually pull away.

With the final kiss of the night, you step back away from each other, still feeling the lingering warmth Andrew had on your skin. You both walk forward and past each other; him towards the front car and you to your sleeping quarters. Neither of you needed to look back because you knew that you would see each other again; it is the inevitable fate on this forever running train.

#✰ divider by cafekitsune #andrew kreiss x reader #idv x reader #identity v x reader #andrew x reader #idv smut #gravekeeper x reader #gravekeeper idv #andrew kreiss

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the-manors-writer · 2 years

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Headcanons for Naib, Andrew, and Norton ( or just Naib and Andrew ) and a child reader in the manor? They don't have parents and have been surviving on their own all their life. They don't trust adults and have alot of scars on their body.

Request: Naib, Andrew and Norton with gn!child!reader headcanons

Pairing: Naib, Andrew, and Norton with gn!child!reader

Warnings: None

Andrew Kreiss

Andrew tried his best to stay away from you and funnily, you did the same to him because you think that all adults couldn't be trusted.

Whilst he thinks you can't be trusted, not because you're a child, he just thinks no one can ever be trusted unless he was absolutely sure.

Both Andrew and you have many similarities, the most noticeable being scars – Despite how much Andrew is being covered by his clothes, you can only guess just how much scars he has under there as well.

Andrew isn't good around anyone but seeing just how lonely you are, he tries to make an effort to strike up some sort of conversation with you.

It's usually just quiet greetings or comments on the time of day and weather.

You never responded and it did admittedly made him upset, he thought you were avoiding him because he was a monster.

Nevertheless, the pale man kept going. It went from several words to a decent amount of speaking from the timid adult.

Andrew starts rambling about his matches, how well or bad they went, what he felt or thought. Stories of his life before coming to the manor.

He too starts leaving those irises behind whenever he left you alone, thinking you might need space away from him.

You took each one of them and kept them in your small pockets. You listened to every story he told with the tiniest of smiles forming.

Andrew might never know but you did enjoy his company, you do trust him.

Norton Campbell

Norton is a scary, very scary and odd man – Whose skin was mostly covered in patches of burnt marks.

The way the shadow from his miner hat casted down onto his face, shrouding his eyes in darkness didn't make things any better for you.

Overall, he gave a mysterious and intimidating aura to the point you daren't get even an inch close to his supposed personal space nor do you ever look at his direction.

However whenever you two do coincidentally make eye-contact, he gives you a look that sends immediate shivers down your spine.

Norton has a habit of making the tsk sound whenever something isn't to his favour.

Whenever he does that, you're quick to assume it's directed at you.

Norton doesn't converse much, he only does small quick talks, usually right before the matches start – Strategising with the others on what to do and expect.

The longer you are in the manor, the more you start actually paying attention to this prospector.

He didn't seem as scary as you've once thought, you still do not know why he constantly stares at you but.. It's not like he plans on doing something bad right?

After one fine match with Norton as one of your teammates, he silently approaches you. Dark eyes staring down at your smaller form

A small smile stretches across his half-burnt face as he gives a light pat on your shoulder. "You did great kid. See you in the next match."

The closer you got to the prospector, the more open he became towards you.

He loves cracking jokes, they're dumb at times but have never once failed to make you laugh at it anyways.

He treats you both like a friend and sibling.

Naib Subedar

Norton might be scary and intimidating at first glance but you're sure this man was much worse. He was a total complete mystery.

The thin green hood he wore always covered his entire face, you could only see his eyes but was never able to make out his expressions.

Out of all three, Naib would definitely be the one you'll avoid at all costs, he looked like he was out to get you. Even if he wasn't.

He mostly kept to himself but the times he didn't, he was a loud and perhaps cheerful man..

Or maybe not. He was always screaming and shouting at others in anger and annoyance, you could never tell if he was joking or not.

It was like Naib had anger issues which he perhaps did, you can't be too sure about that.

One thing you do know which doesn't include screaming and shouting was that he has a sweet tooth.

Naib especially loves stuffing his face full of sweet stuff, he eats almost anything but sweets? He couldn't resist.

He occasionally shares his food with you too and maybe other stuff.

Naib sees you as his little sibling, even if you find him scary. He doesn't mind.

He will always be there for you in matches, tanking a hit, rescuing you and distracting the hunter so you could escape.

You still don't fully trust him but he does feel like a big brother.

[ art credits - @yeetoldy, kakureoni1983, @mirshroom ]

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turbulentscrawl · 3 months

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Steamy Rescues

Sorry, I'm just thinking about hot men saving my life today. Let me drool in peace

Warnings: suggestive stuff, delicious men

Naib

Your time in the chair was nearly up when Naib suddenly slammed into it at full speed. One second you were struggling against your restraints, cursing and consumed with desperate thoughts of freedom, and the next his hands were next to your head. Initially you fell silent because you were startled, but that quickly melted into a perverted sort of awe as you looked over the mercenary.

He was looming over you, muscles tense, toiled taut like a spring. His tight shirt was torn open like he’d been caught by the collar and wrenched himself free, leaving a teasing view of his sweaty, scarred, heaving chest. Some of his hair had slipped free of his hair band and clung to his damp face and neck. He was out of breath too, each exhale fanning down on you, panting less like a rescuer and more like a predator who’s cornered his prey. There was a certain musk wafting off of him…it was a bit maddening.

“I know, I know,” Naib said quickly. “You can tell me I look like shit later. We’ve got to GO.” He grabbed the bar pinning your torso to the chair and, with a flex of his biceps and feral grunt, ripped it off you.

“I’ll tell you something alright,” you gasp quietly, briefly wondering if your nose was bleeding.

Naib seemed to pay no mind to your mutterings. The last cipher popped, and the siren blaring in the distance gave you both a rush of adrenaline that overrode any lingering pain. Taking that que, Naib grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you sprinting to the gate.

When you were home free, though, he held your gaze daringly and asked, “So what did you want to tell me?”

Andrew

You had heard the disturbance of dirt nearby, but were too preoccupied with struggling to notice the source. The next second, Andrew’s dirty blonde hair (literally) popped out of the ground between your legs. He was already cursing under his breath, and shaking, just a bit. You vaguely remember hearing about Andrew being claustrophobic…. But those thoughts are washed away when he roughly grabs your thighs for support and you realize the exact position you’re in.

He had emerged a little too close to the chair and was having trouble getting out without sliding his body up against yours. The chair wobbled forward a little, hanging you over him, as one of the feet dangled into the hole he’d left in the dirt. He grabbed your caged forearms next, managing to haul himself out enough to be level with your chest.

“Can’t you help me?” he hissed, face flush with embarrassment at his predicament.

“I’m a little preoccupied,” you snap back, thankfully still having sense enough for it. Andrew clicks his tongue, hangs his head in what’s probably supposed to be shame…but his mop of hair hides his face and most of your lap from view, bringing even mor lewd thoughts to mind. “Y-you know, I’m kind of on a time crunch here!”

“Shut up, I know!” Andrew shouts. As soon as it’s out he clenches his teeth and looks over his shoulder for the Hunter, and without bothering to climb out of his hole starts fumbling with your restraints. When you pop free, the angle and weight of him clinging to you throws you both to the ground, your chest right on his face.

He screeched like a schoolgirl, but his tomato-red face was endearing enough to override most of the fear you felt for the remainder of the match.

Luchino

Though no one called him such, Luchino was a healer in his own right.

His skilled hands had patched you up twice already this match, and though the pain from Michiko’s cuts lingered, you could hardly complain when you thought about how Luchino had loomed over you. He was a polite man, but no-nonsense. Whenever you appeared at his cipher, alone and bleeding, he shoved you to your knees beneath him and got right to work. You couldn’t say if it was the adrenalin, but you were acutely aware of the heat radiating off his body the whole time. Of the gentle ghosting of his claws on your back, making you shiver. When he tied the bandages tight—too tight, almost, but he said that’s how they’re supposed to be—he grunted and huffed in your ear.

“All done,” he said, smirking. “Take these, too.” Luchino straightened up, but instead of returning to his cipher he applied some of that mystery serum to his forearm—his sleeves rolled up deliciously—and peeled away a hard patch of scales. You were too entranced by the oil-slick glisten it left on his skin to question why he was handing them to you.

Before you could stand, a butterfly alighted on your shoulder. Luchino reacted incredibly quickly; you blinked and he was hunched over you again, arms caging you fully to his chest. A sound like cracking glass met your ears the same time as his displeased hiss. Before you could ask, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you into a forward sprint, ordering “Go!”

#idv x reader #identity v #luchino diruse x reader #naib subedar x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #idv professor #idv mercenary #turbulentscrawl

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abandonedbun · 1 year

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Maybe Andrew and Norton with g/n (if possible) Reader who feels very little pain? (Example: They get struck by a hunter, but they keep running until at the end of the match they are like "bro you are bleeding")

Of course! ^w^

Also just a little note:Gender neutral is always possible! Bun will default the reader’s gender to neutral if the gender isn’t specified! So everyone of any gender can read it! :3

Andrew Kreiss

Oh lord

He was worried before but knowing you have a high pain tolerance…

At first he was alright with it, you don’t feel much pain so he was happy you didn’t feel much of it

BUT WHEN YOU ARE BLEEDING DURING A MATCH-

He gets so so worried because those injuries are not slight bruises

You are literally bleeding please patch yourself up so he doesn’t faint from shock

Yeah you’re a good kiter due to your higher pain tolerance BUT CMON

One time Andrew was waiting for you at the gate, he was relieved to see the hunter wasn’t near (they changed targets due to being pissed off)

Then he saw you bleeding

It sorta went like this

“S/O, you’re back. Let’s get back to the manor- OH DEAR LORD-”

S/O who’s literally bleeding out from their head: “Andrew? What’s wrong?”

Andrew: “DEAR YOU ARE BLEEDING OH GOD”

S/O: “Oh don’t worry it’s fine, doesn’t even hurt!”

Andrew: “YOU’RE STILL BLEEDING”-

Now he makes sure you’re always 100% patched up

Please let him take care of you, he’s gonna cry soon if he sees you bleeding too much

He really cares okay?? :(

After matches he always rests with you and makes sure you aren’t hurt

He doesn’t care if you aren’t feeling the pain, he’s taking care of all your injuries

Norton Campbell

He is emotionally attached to you

He really cares for you! He absolutely loves you

At first he was proud you had a high pain tolerance, he thinks you’re so strong!

But he gets worried when it comes to hunters because they don’t take mercy on survivors unless they’re going friendly (which is rarely)

Sure you can kite for longer, which is great but you’re still getting hurt

The hunter usually changes targets because they aren’t wasting their time chasing you because you don’t go down easily

Now for Norton’s scenario

S/O: “Norton!! I’m back!”

Norton saw you while he was waiting at the gate, he calmed down seeing you safe

Norton: “Good, you’re here, now let’s get going- wait. S/O.”

S/O: “Yeah? :)”

Norton: “Are you bleeding right now? Ō-Ō”

S/O: “Oh yeah but it’s fine! I can barely feel a thing!”

Norton: “… Nope”

S/O: “What do you mea- Norton put me down!”

Norton: “Nope. Too injured, you’re getting carried now”

S/O: “But I can walk on my own!”

Norton: “Nahh you’re getting carried”

He’ll literally just pick you up if he sees you as too injured

He’s like 184 cm tall so goodluck struggling free from him unless you’re close to his height, as tall as him, or somehow taller

He just carries you to Emily and says “Please patch them up, they don’t know how to do it”

S/O: “Yes I do!”

Norton: “Didn’t see you do it, so you don’t”

He seems chill but he’s panicking inside

Please just get patched up. Just do it

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv #andrew kreiss x reader #Norton Campbell x reader #idv prospector x reader #idv gravekeeper x reader

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heartshapedbubble · 9 months

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

here you go anon!!💞

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

frederick kreiburg🎼

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

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

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

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

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

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

andrew kreiss🕸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ch6douin · 4 months

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I like to imagine either andrew is like naib in trying very hard to not like player, mainly cause of his religion and his thoughts on “omg what if its the devil?? I also am not allowed to have another god so stop” Or he’s like “god hasnt been answering my prayers so I think he’s abandoned me what is your deal?”

Andrew wants to trust you so badly. He wants to believe that you could turn out to be their(his) savior. But being born in a religious village influenced him deeply when it comes to faith. His prayers are empty and lack passion, he's holding onto a god that never spared a glance at him because that's what he was taught to think as the right thing.

But you always stay with him, good results or not, impure or not. And even if he didn't like you, you will stay nonetheless. And knowing that brings him another kind of warmth ice-cold statues never did.

#idvselfaware #idv x reader #self aware au #identity v x reader #asks #andrew kreiss x reader #andrew kreiss #idv gravekeeper

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softheartedtyrant · 1 year

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Yandere!Grave Keeper x Reader || Identity V ♡

tw: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, implied violence, mention of injuries

Andrew is very used to scrutiny, disgust and contempt from other people. He was never accepted by others and always felt out of place, so it is no surprise to him that his life in the manor is exactly the same. But Andrew doesn't exactly blame the other survivors, after all, he dislikes himself all the same, a white-haired monster, as they call him.

Due to this, it would be enough for you to show genuine kindness and respect towards him for Andrew to become enamored with you. He is absolutely overwhelmed by something as small as you holding open a door for him, or inviting him to sit next to you at a table while eating. Not to mention, if you were to smile at him while greeting him in the morning, he would melt away completely.

To him, you're an angel. A gift. His chance at redemption. You're so kind-hearted, so empathetic, so pure and perfect. If he can protect you and make sure you stay safe, then all of his prior sins can be forgiven.

He doesn't even try to hide his newfound conviction. Andrew stalks you without even trying to blend into the environment, from now on you can be sure that there's always a watchful pair of eyes looking your way. It's almost like he is your shadow. Even if you tell him to stop, he won't. Should you hate him from now on, so be it, your safety is more important than anything else.

He doesn't see himself worthy of your presence anyways, infact, he thinks of himself as below you. In comparison to you, he's disgusting and vile, like vermin.

Andrew fights tooth and nail to keep you from being hurt in matches. He can take broken rips, bruises, cuts and even more grievous injuries if it means you're unharmed. This man would quite literally die for you if it was needed. Adding to this, he won't ever leave a match without you, and if he sees another survivor being extremely selfish or letting you down, they're sure to receive the full extent of his anger. You would never let anyone down. How could they?

If you allow him near you, despite how unusual he seems to act, he is overjoyed. He can't believe how lucky he is. He carefully listens to everything you say and if you ask him about his life and show genuine interest in him, you'll bring him close to crying tears of joy.

Andrew isn't the type to get violent out of jealousy. He gets extremely jealous, yes, but he condemns himself for it and tries to hide the feeling. It is definitely noticeable, though. The sour stares full of malice that he gives other survivors when they take up your time, how his eyes darken when you leave to spend time with someone else. Truth be told, Andrew looks very intimidating when he is jealous. That alone will probably make other survivors weary of occupying your attention for too long. Andrew would never admit this, but secretly, he is happy about it.

If you ever get seriously hurt during a match, it will unsettle him deeply, even if Emily does her best at patching you up and you end up recovering. It's not unlikely that this will cause Andrew to kidnap you and keep you somewhere safe. Somewhere you won't get hurt ever again. You can try to fight back, but Andrew won't budge. There's a good chance he will overpower you, too. After all, before he came to the manor, he made a living by lifting caskets and digging holes.

Andrew would be a gentle captor. Aside from not letting you leave, he wouldn't ever do anything you're uncomfortable with, and he'll even leave you alone if you want that. He hates to see you angry or sad, especially if you're crying. He will be especially distressed if you try to get him to let you go by hitting, scratching or biting him. Not because it hurts him, no, he can barely feel it, he is used to this kind of treatment by others after all. Andrew just hates to see you unhappy.

You're probably stuck with him for a long time, no matter what you do. Andrew doesn't care whether you hate or love him, because he loves you deeply, so so deeply. If you're upset, he'll hush you with soft words and brush through your hair with his fingers until you've calmed down. If you accept him, he'll be the happiest man on earth, and even if you don't, Andrew will protect you for as long as he can, in his own, special way.

#yandere #tw yandere #Identity V #idv #yandere Identity V #yandere gravekeeper #yandere Andrew Kreiss #yandere x reader #yandere idv x reader #yandere Andrew Kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #identity v gravekeeper #idv grave keeper #identity v grave keeper #grave keeper x reader #yandere grave keeper x reader

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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Can You do a reaction where Luca, Victor, Andrew, Edgar and Kevin (separately) s/o’s get a new skin that’s sexy where they have things like spandex, chains, corset, high heels and a whip accessory as well. Maybe the skin also makes them more dominant.

Luca, Andrew, Victor, Edgar, Kevin, and Naib's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

Warning: suggestive asf

Exiting Miss Nightingale's sewing room, (Name) couldn't help but get an ominous feel from the woman's smile as she bid them goodbye, telling them that she had a surprise for them once their match started.

'Oh well, it couldn't be that bad' they thought, taking a seat in the waiting room.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐀

Luca was decoding like normal, that is, until you arrived. A red blush decorated your cheeks. Now, why were you so embarrassed, he wondered, his eyes trailing down.

Red rapidly crept up his cheeks, his eyes wide, ignoring the sensation of the cipher machine shocking him—though, failing a calibration didn't stop him from staring at you.

You hit him lightly with the handle of the whip, "H, hey! snap out of it will you?! Ganji is still kiting so you best get to decoding the last cipher while I rescue Anne" they say in a strict manner, one hand on their hip as they walk away in their stilettos.

Luca nods, face still red as he forces himself to think of something other than you in that damned outfit—he wondered about how it would feel to caress your thighs in those fishnets.

he's very much a pervert but a gentlemanly one—he's your pervert tho

will squeeze your thighs in those fishnets—it's very tempting okay

thanks miss nightingale for it, he even sends a fucking letter

although he hates being treated roughly, he lowkey wants you to hit him with that whip please do it once, lightly though since you don't want him to remember being in prison

needless to say, whenever he accidentally whistles, he tells you it's one of his tics but either way, you can't actually tell slick bastard

he begs you to wear the costume again but just for him and no one else

he actually shocked norton because he stared at you for too long

but, how the hell are you walking in those things?!?!

and how are you even able to participate in matches comfortably? isn't that corset suffocating you?

He trails his hands up your thighs, letting out small groans as you tug on his hair. Your thighs wrap around his head, squeezing slightly as his tongue prods at your hole. "R, Right there" they moan out, caressing the back of his head as he works his tongue faster.

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒

Andrew may be a religious man but he swears he almost drooled when he saw you in such indecent clothing. He wanted to reprimand you but it seemed that he found himself to be rather unwilling.

He snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your waist. "Are you begging for punishment by wearing such revealing clothing dear?" he whispered, the albino's voice an octave deeper than usual.

Andrew places a soft kiss on your nape, admiring the red hue dancing across your face as he cups your face. He smiles, a sadistic teasing look in his eyes as he turns to leave.

Halfway across the church, he turns to them, eyeing the whip on the back of their shorts. "I suggest hiding that from me later lest you want that to replace my hands later on" his voice echoing and leaving (Name) simmering in their anticipation.

this guy... a huge tease, a sadistic one at that

no, he will not let you dominate him, behave yourself or else he'll punish you

as much as he dislikes such scandalous clothing, he finds himself enjoying seeing it on you

if he has to rescue you, i can guarantee that he'll just lift you up instead of watching you run in those high heels, he's stronger than he looks

he will actually use that whip on you, tread carefully dear

he pokes at your butt whenever he passes by you in a match and you're wearing that costume

if anyone dares to lay a hand on you he will hit them with his shovel

he's very very possessive, he doesn't care if it's a sin, if it's you it does not matter

A loud smack echoes within the confines of Andrew's room. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as he caresses your ass, admiring the red markings his hand left. A dark chuckle leaves his mouth as they squirm, his hand steadying them on his lap. "Be good, or else I won't let you cum" he whispers, nibbling on their ear.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙

Victor's blush crawled up his neck, reaching the very tips of his ears when his eyes landed on your figure. He obeyed your orders so well, smiling softly at you.

His eyes were filled with adoration, one would've thought he was so innocent—yeah no. (Name) knew from the get go that they'd be in for a lot after the match ended. Victor may be a sweetheart but he enjoys being a tease right after.

They could feel his eyes trailing up and down their figure as they moved, a soft smile being sent their way whenever their eyes met.

Victor's warm hand wrapped around their ankle, a worried look in his eyes as he removed the high heel. He set them on a bench, removing their other shoe before lifting them into his arms. "Let's get to the exit gate while the Dream Witch is occupied" (Name) orders, Victor nodding before running to the open gate.

you'd expect him to be the type that gets dominated right? well, yes and no

he'll let you dominate him but don't be fooled, he'll be much worse later one

he's a sweetheart, an absolute softie... it applies in bed as well but his teasing makes it so fucking unbearable

will massage your legs because he knows they hurt, will offer to carry you if your feet hurt

he isn't really bothered by the clothing, he's mature and in control of his libido

he thinks you look stunning in everything

don't take it too far with dominating him though, he'll be more than happy to switch your positions

will send letters to you singing praises about how good you look using wick—please pet wick when he does

he'll try to cover you up if anyone stares at you

Victor smiles lovingly, gently holding onto your waist as you hold onto his shoulders. He sat on the ground, his back propped up against the wall of his bedroom with you on top of him on his lap. (Name) pulls him close using his collar, "Victor, just take me already" they whine, impatient as they rub against the postman's thigh. Victor hums, "Alright then" he whispered against their lips, reaching into their underwear.

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍

"Why are you trying to order me around?" Edgar hisses out, arms folded over his chest as he arches his eyebrow. (Name) shakes their head, "It's this stupid skin, I can't control it :(" they reply, a tired and annoyed look on their face as they shake their head.

Edgar sighs, "I'll tell the hunter that we're surrendering so we can fix this problem, we can't have you running around the map in that" he points to your clothing, a scoff leaving his lips. He takes off his capelet, wrapping it around your shoulders before walking in the direction he saw the hunter at previously.

(Name) gushes at their lover, a look of euphoria painting their face as they squeal over Edgar's actions. "Eddy I wuv you so muchhhh" they bang on the worn-down hospital's walls, a vibrant blush on their face.

Orpheus peers at them from above, shaking his head. "Valden, your S/O is just as Liam says, a simp" he deadpans, walking away from the building to decode.

he's a tsundere istg

he's not one to mind such clothing, he's painted people naked after all

he thinks you look attractive in the clothing but that's because his lovely S/O is always beautiful

if anyone even dares to stare at you and make you uncomfortable he'll throw his easel at them, he'll even threaten to poke their eyes out, what's his is his alone, alright?

he prefers seeing you in your usual clothing, his clothing even or be naked, just as long as he's the only one able to see you of course

he tried out your high heels, he hates them, he now looks up to people that wear such things

he's a grumpy cat and you're his loyal simp, quite a lovely pair

he loves you a lot, doesn't really care about anything sexual so if you want him to do something, you're gonna have to make him jealous or even better, just ask him.

"To think that you wanted me to do such things to you, how indecent of you doll" he whispered into your ear, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear as he rubs your sensitive chest. He smiles down at you, "Don't worry, i'll take very good care of you", relishing your soft mewls of pleasure.

𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎

As much as the cowboy thinks you're hot in that outfit, he does not like the stares that come with it. He uses his lasso to smack both survivors and hunters that stare—it doesn't matter if you're a woman, he believes in equality.

He follows you around the entire game, letting you order him around and whatnot. You even stole his hat—did you not know what it meant to steal a cowboy's hat?

"Kevin, carry me to the exit gate, I'm tired" (Name) demands, leaning against the cowboy's chest. Kevin looks away, trying to hide the faint blush on his cheeks—who knew he'd like being ordered around.

He runs to the gate, ignoring the other two that were still in the map. A lopsided smile on his face as he turns to look down on you. You were so mean to him during the match, hitting him with the whip and leaving such painful marks on him, he was not going to let that slide.

will be a flirt the entire match, all while being extremely overprotective

will shower you in compliments because he knows damn well that you have bad thoughts of yourself

he's always thought of how you'd look in such clothing so he thinks it's a blessing that miss nightingale made it

he's a fucking simp, man is so hooked on you

he gives "you'd look good even in a trash bag" type of simp

if you ever decide to steal his hat and wear it, he'll tell you why at night and see if you consent

he kinda wants to see if he can stab someone with those high heels

"Sweetheart, did you know that when you wear the hat of a cowboy," he leaned down, pressing you against his chest as he slammed the door of his room shut, "you ride the cowboy it belongs to" his voice husky and his breath tickling your neck.

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

The mercenary whistles at the sight of his S/O decoding. He walks up to them silently, eyes trained on the plumpness of their ass. His hand meets with their bottom, a satisfying smack resounding through the air.

A squeak leaves (Name)'s mouth, they turn to him and smack him with their whip. Naib winks at them, ignoring the stinging sensation on his wrist as he smiles cockily at them.

"NAIB! GO DECODE YOU LITTLE," "What? continue, go on, what were you gonna call me?" Naib teases, watching them stumble over their words.

"Let's talk later... in private" Naib says, not letting them continue as he races off to rescue William. They stand there defeated, their ass still stinging.

he has that stupid shit-eating grin on his face—HE DOESN'T EVEN HIDE THE FACT THAT HE'S STARING

when he rescues you, he makes sure he's right behind you so he can watch your ass jiggle in those fishnets as you vault over walls and pallets

he thinks your clothes are too thin—he wonders if you’d be able to stand the cold in leo’s memory

a pervert but he's your pervert

he can't help but want his hands all over your body

gets hard during the match, you're his first lover after all, he's never had someone to love and adore beforehand

he likes it when you're a brat, much more fun to break you

admires the fact that you can run and vault walls with those heels

he likes the whip, it's a very good weapon against the hunters, now if only he could use it

Naib's blue eyes stare into your own, a soft smirk on his lips as he rubs your hips. "Do you want me to continue?" he whispers against your neck, his knee rubbing against your clothed sex as you're pushed up against his room’s door.

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nevermoreternity · 6 months

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Hello ! How do you do ?

May I ask for an headcanon for Andrew Kreiss with a reader that is very head in the cloud and has verh creative ideas ? Like, they enjoy writing poetry, they get lost when they speak about topics they love and they constantly stumble because theh can't help looking at the sky

I thought it might be cute !

Thank you !

"That does indeed sound cute."

𝗪𝗛𝗬.

You were an individual rather devoid of thoughts.

Or perhaps, the right term would be that you were too deep into your own mind.

Or, is it that you're just... that simple-minded.

The gravekeeper had pondered over these theories for a while ever since he met you. An airhead, is what he would refer to you by.

He could count the amount of times you'd space out during a conversation, whether with him or someone else. The way you slowed your words until eventually falling quiet, eyes fixated on a certain area before your focus snaps back to the present. At first, Andrew thought you were a bit rude, especially when you were the one who came up to him first before giving him such a blank stare. Twinges of concern and suspicion flickered in his expression when you chatted about your interests before trailing off and staring distantly at the sky. Andrew couldn't understand what could have gathered your attention at that point, unable to spot anything apart from the spots of clouds.

“What's so interesting about the sky?”

Andrew noticed it was a pattern for you to stare at the vast sea of blue and white. Whether he found you like that already, or if you trailed off as usual to think, your eyes would always end up sliding up to gaze at the sky. So, when he felt confident enough to do so, he asked you about it. About what gravitated you to look up in pondering quiet, letting silence mix in with the wind. In a vague corner of his mind, another concern popped up about the sun burning your eyes with how long you would space out at times.

When you finally turned to him, or whether you just kept your eyes serenely trained up above, he wouldn't inquire any further. Regardless of your answer, Andrew drops the topic. Unable to get a fulfilling answer, he instead tilts his own head upward. The sky was simply the sky in his perspective — was it the cloud shapes that intrigued you? Was it the color? He didn't understand the appeal. Or maybe the albino just lacked the abstract view you had. He wouldn't know. At the time, he doesn't think he really wants to know either.

Andrew could feel himself regretting opening the door to his room, your familiar figure now stood inside of his small abode. You were rather persistent in your own way or maybe you found yourself waltzing in, maybe he even invited you in himself. Either way, it didn't matter because here he sat on his bed watching and listening to you with reluctance. It wasn't that he felt rude, he just couldn't figure out how to keep up with you. You spoke with a certain cadence in your voice, a spark in your eyes as you rambled to him about some creative expressive piece you've been keeping in the works. A canvas painting of some sort, or a new sentence jotted down in your journal, or a new picture you took of something others would find mundane.

How could someone have so much energy yet none at the same time?

How could someone wander life in such a daze yet have such a sharp spark when speaking of their passions?

Andrew pursed his lips, unable to find a conclusion for either question.

You continued talking, but it was inconsistent. A sudden pause in your step, a stumble in your words as you tried to find the right terms to describe yourself, even a lack of a reaction from him goes unnoticed as your focus drifts from his dusty shelves to his window. His window had its curtains blocking the light, you pointed out.

Andrew didn't know how to reply to your small observations, leaving the room in awkward silence when you cut your rambling off with a questioning stare. He stared back, not knowing where else to look, and so you stared at each other, until you began to look uncomfortable. Or wait- no, you had that distant look in your eyes that signaled you were deep into your own mind once again. He calls your name out hesitantly, waiting to see your eyes regain focus back onto him, realizing you had lost yourself in mental clouds yet again. The pinch of annoyance was familiar by this point, but he kept such a thought to himself, clutching the crucifix around his neck with a sigh instead.

He rubbed the necklace between his thumb and index finger before quietly asking you to resume speaking, recalling your last sentence to pick up where you left off.

You were simply confusing,

Andrew would conclude.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“What are you doing?”

Andrew asks with furrowed brows and a small frown. There you were being a mess of thoughts again, your response making him question your current actions. You were staring at him again much to his discomfort. Were you dense toward his obvious wary attitude around you? Or were you ignoring the weak glares being sent your way?

He didn't realize he was staring right back at you.

He'd watch you, his own eyes fixated on you before he ends up embarrassed with your focused stare pinning him down. He would always be the first to look away. Andrew had so many contemplating questions about that mind of yours. No matter how many times he got an answer a new one would pop up. It was odd, the way you would sometimes fidget with your hands, blow a strand of hair away from your face, a spacey smile ‐ or a face close enough to be considered a smile, always settled on your lips.

The fact you were doing it around him made him grow even more puzzled. Those thoughts came after his questions, with the sudden realization that you were still so persistently hanging around him.

“Are you going to... leave?” Andrew asks with his hands clasped together on top of the table you share in the commons room. He would have sat farther from you, possibly even settled for the other side of the room. But even then, he would probably find himself stealing glances in your direction without knowing why. If you attempted to shuffle closer he wouldn't stop you, only grumbling about the fact there's much more space to pick from. Why did you choose the seat next to him? Why did you have to notice all the little things at this moment? Why were you commenting on the way he stiffened up when you got too close? Weren't you too busy in your own head to pay so much attention on him?

“I'm fine.”

Whether or not you called out his bluff didn't matter because the gravekeeper got up from his seat and left shortly after, hands still clasped in front of his chest as he feels himself speed walking down the hallway and away from you. He's not sure why he's even leaving in such a hurry. He just doesn't want your prying eyes on him anymore.

Andrew frowns to himself, a conflicted feeling bubbling in his stomach as he murmurs to himself.

Andrew could say you're too in the moment at times,

and other times, you aren't in the moment at all.

He got used to it after a while, a long while. He'd notice your change in pacing before they even occurred, recognizing the long pauses you would take when you drifted off, so that he'd snap his fingers in front of your face to pull you out of your trances. Andrew found those moments shifting from irritating and confusing to something much more standard. His feelings became more indifferent, albeit now tainted with a bit of worry. You made him question your whereabouts several times, notably whenever you turned up late to a meeting with him because you got distracted somewhere along the way.

Andrew found himself staring at you for longer periods of time whenever he spotted your eyes on him. He still always ended the prolonged eye contact first though, stammering complaints about your unnerving gaze, his face giving way to faint reddening when you parted your lips to question him.

He found himself changing and he didn't know if he liked it.

But... it also may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Andrew questions you again.

This time you two were under a tree, your time spent together being a regular occurrence by now. He couldn't exactly go under the sunlight as the fear and inconvenience of being sunburnt stopped him from doing so. He preferred the shade anyway, the heat was always too much. Even then, when he refuses to move from his sheltered spot, his eyes find themselves lingering over to you.

His head tilts to the side, his back pressed against the tree. Andrew noticed you were staring out into the scenery in front of you, that same absent look in your eyes. He didn't find any need to disturb you or break you away from your thoughts, since you two weren't having any previous conversation this time to begin with.

However, when you suddenly turned your head back at him to meet his gaze he found himself breaking out of his own trance, growing abruptly flustered at your glazed over yet distinct stare. “It's nothing.” Andrew answers when you curiously pry over his strange behavior, him placing a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide away.

He was so conflicted with himself.

Why? Why was he so conflicted in the first place?

Andrew turned his head back toward you after regaining his composure, but seeing that you were still staring made him want to turn away even faster than before. With a subconscious grumble escaping his throat he hid his head into his own arms, his knees pressed against his chest. Still, you kept your eyes trained on him. Except now, you had that certain distant fog in your eyes. Clearly spaced out again, most likely unaware that you were even staring at all. So, without thinking, already used to bringing you back to reality, Andrew moves a hand up to touch your nose, flicking the tip of it. Your reaction to the sudden action amused him silently for a few moments, until he realizes the physical touch he just initiated. Just like that, he's back to how he was seconds before, retracting his hand and letting the embarrassment of brief contact swallow him whole while you tilted your head in confusion.

There were still so many questions Andrew didn't have answers for. He didn't know if he ever would have the answers to some of them. However, he had made at least one certain conclusion after spending so much time with you. You may have endlessly confused him, but, somewhere along the way, your behavior had grown endearing rather than puzzling. Now, when he looked at you, he found that you were actually quite...

cute.

— end.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #'Orpheus writes'#with the help of 'Alice'#requests are open #“It's almost 2 am but I have other planned posts in my mind .. thank you for your patience” – 'Orpheus'

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smittenroses · 1 year

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⌞ask box open⌝ | ⌞commissions open⌝ | ⌞ko-fi?⌝ | ⌞Patreon coming soon⌝

— Pass the Peas

Fandom — Identity V Summary — it's dinner time and you two are back in your staring contest. Pairing — Grave Keeper | Andrew Kreiss/Reader Request — Andrew with a shy and nervous reader? (Gender neutral please!) Content Warnings — none Author's note — I will be honest, I was not inspired by this one but I did my best

He stared at you.

You stared back.

The clinking of utensils on plates and the sound of chattering around the two of you as you engaged in an endless battle, one only broken as one would look away to grab something from the middle of the table but always resuming.

The Gravekeeper found you odd.

You found the Gravekeeper odd.

Yet the two of you never seemed to say anything more than what you needed. Everyone else was aware of the odd attraction the two of you had towards each other, the Gravekeeper being a cold and soft spoken loner and you... you were just shy. A good teammate, a good comrade, the two of you had only ever said 'hello' to each other and yet you were as thick as thieves.

"Pass the gravy boat." Kevin said in the background, Fiona reaching between the two of you to pass the gravy boat to the cowboy, Andrew tilting his head to stare at you underneath Fiona's arm.

"Can you pass the peas?" Reaching out to grab the bowl of peas that sat between the two of you, your finger tips brushed against Andrew's before you pulled the bowl away, passing it to Patricia who sat to your right.

"Oh will they just talk to each other already?"

"No thanks."

"And now they're even copying each other."

#Identity v #idv fic #idv #identity v fic #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv gravekeeper #idv andrew kreiss #idv andrew kreiss x reader

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yanderefantasies · 2 years

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May I ask for some yandere Headcanon with Andrew and an SO that has been kidnapped ?

Hope you're doing good 👍

Yeah I’m doin sorta okay- allergies are kicking my ass rn. Considering adding some new fandoms to the masterlist, dunno tho. Anyway- hope you’re all well:)

-Despite appearances, Andrew isn’t as aggressive n shit as people stereotype him to be, but he also isn’t some boy who needs to be babied. He’s a grown man with issues, but has a damn heart for fucks sake.

-Andrew wouldn’t treat his abducted darling harshly, if anything, he’d feel guilty for what he’d done. But he knows it’s already too late to turn back at that point either way.

-Because of this, don’t expect much talking for him for awhile. It’s mostly just mumbled apologies and avoiding eye contact when he brings some food to your room or something, but that’s about it. Eventually, once he tries getting over the guilt of taking you away, he’ll start thinking about delusional possibilities for the future.

-He’ll warm up eventually. Greet you, try to smile a little and touch your hand when giving you something. Things like that. Thought, as stated before, he isn’t a man to be babied. Don’t think he’s some soft fool that’ll roll over for you with a snap of your fingers. He knows what he wants, and that’s a relationship with you. He plans to get that one way or another.

-He wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, but he’s definitely had to leave the room a few times in fits of anger because of your insults and behavior. But, he quickly turns around and comes back soon enough with a hesitant smile on his face, writing it off as you being in a mood that day.

-I don’t think Andrew would ever turn to violence. He’s not that type of man. But, he isn’t against manipulation, making you think you want and need him, just as he does with you. It may start with simple things, like guilt tripping you about his childhood, for one. But also taking advantage of your isolation, saying that you need him with you.

-He’s a strong man, I wouldn’t suggest trying to fight and flee. If anything, you’ll just worry him. This man dug up and carried coffins for a living, he’s clearly not weak. But as stated before- he wouldn’t hurt you. Just a little restraining you until you tire out should do the trick.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere prompts #headcanons #Andrew kreiss #yandere Andrew kreiss #yandere Gravekeeper #yandere identity v #yandere identity v x reader #identity v x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #male reader #gay #mlm blog #yandere mlm #yandere idv

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the-manors-writer · 2 years

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im a bit goofy :D

can i req andrew n aesop with a s/o (gn) who knew them in the past and when they meet again its just kind of like. cute bc they missed eachother greatly. perhaps a confession even giggle

I may have gotten a little ham with this request so enjoy I suppose :). - Mod Aesop

Request: Andrew and Aesop with s/o who they've met in the past

Pairing: [Andrew Kreiss] Gravekeeper and [Aesop Carl] Embalmer x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Andrew Kreiss and Aesop Carl

Was everything truly a mere coincidence? To think they'd meet you at a place like this.. Forever trapped within it's walls, forced to play it's games.

Aesop and Andrew didn't think they would see the other in the manor as well, it came as a shock when they laid eyes upon each other for the first time again in a long time.

There were two then. Now there were three. When you made yourself known to everyone, those two stared at you with a look one normally wouldn't see on their faces.

Aesop approached you first when everyone finally left, followed by Andrew soon after. Both men pulled you into their arms for a tight embrace as their warmth and scent filled your senses.

You missed them dearly and so have they. To think you'd end up here as they have since a long time now.

They looked so much different and yet the same. Andrew was much taller now, Aesop? Well Aesop looks like how he was back then, though a bit older and mature one could say.

With you around, Andrew was much talkative and active - A smile is always on his pale face now, cheeks occasionally flushing a light rosy tint.

Aesop on the other hand, preferred to sit by and listen to the conversation. Occasionally joining in with his quiet laughters or knowledge of certain topics.

Everything felt livelier now between the three of you, with you around. The two most soft-spoken and timid survivors of the manor were now seen almost everywhere.

Of course, everywhere and anywhere with you, literally clinging next to you and caging you between both of their slightly taller frames.

The down side to this for them, was having to experience the pain of not being able to protect you.

You would always return fine, without scratches but it hurts them each time anyways.

Same could be said for you to them during matches, but you know they'll be fine so you aren't as worried as they are.

Though of course the up side to this is being the trio that you guys have always been in the past. Everything was happy and sunshines for the most part.

You are literally the light to their darkness and it was more than clear to anyone else.

Both men loves dumping their flower collection at you, mostly consisting of yellow roses and irises of course!

You're not sure why they do it but you love collecting them anyways so it's a win-win for both sides.

Andrew and Aesop knows that the other has a crush on you - One would think they'd have an argument and the trio would then break.

However the two survivors have came to an agreement to perhaps.. Share you. It's really not too bad of an idea after all.

And so, they've been acting a little.. More touchy and affectionate at times. You questioned it to yourself but never verbally to them.

You'd like to think it's their way of telling you just oh how much they've missed you.

That went on for a long while, a very long time.

Fancily wax sealed letters then appeared at your doorstep one day, there were no name of the sender.

They were filled with poetic words, usually short and just enough to make you smile.

Then came the long one, the paper was filled with tons of words, only then have you finished the confession of a letter - There at the bottom was the sender's initials.

Or well two of them. Realisation hits you and you hurry off to find them.

Andrew loves cuddling you in bed at night, sometimes he's the little spoon, other times he's the big spoon.

Aesop on the other hand would rather not initiate in a cuddle session just yet, perhaps some time in the future when he has gotten more use to this romantic polyamorous relationship.

Though, he is alright with holding hands with you, without his gloves. It took him a while as well but it was worth the wait!

Aesop is always the first one to awake from his slumber, followed by Andrew and then you.

Andrew at times would continue staying in bed with you though, mostly to continue cuddling you and keep you warm.

And if you're lucky enough, he'll even pepper soft kisses all over your face. A great feeling to awake from, no?

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Reminders of the Horror

Being exposed to bad things all the time makes one a bit blind to them. Sometimes, they need a more severe reminder of the truth.

Warnings: descriptions of gore, reader death, hurt (and only a little comfort)

Emil (& Ada)

You said you’d get him. Rescue him from the chair. Ada trusted you, and look what you’ve done with that trust.

That’s what you think as you lay bleeding on the ground at Emil’s kicking feet. Your ears are ringing for some reason, and the soil is pulsing beneath you, but somewhere beyond the tinnitus you can hear Emil crying. Screaming, shouting. You can’t see yourself, but you can feel the wounds. Between that and Emil’s reactions, you know it’s bad. Robbie’s axe, you think, had just about split you in half. Your stomach feels light, like it’s gone hollow, and it hurts more than you can fathom.

“Get up, get up, get up,” Emil is chanting in the most terrible, agonized voice. “You’re okay, you’re okay, please get up!”

You try to heed his begging. One of your hands twitches, shakes, finds his ankle. Somehow your fingers crawl your palm up the length of Emil’s leg, to his knee. You push there weakly, trying to haul yourself up. A hopeful-sounding laugh breaks through his sobs when you nearly get propped to your elbow. He raises the leg you’re braced against, trying to get you closer, but his foot kicks into your wound and you collapse onto your side with a pitiful cry. Spayed across the grass there are your blood and guts. If there was anything left in your cleaved stomach, you might have thrown up at the sight.

“No no no no, I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too,” Emil cries, screams. “Ada! Ada help them!!” You didn’t even hear her approaching. Everything is fading in and out, you’re yo-yoed in and out of a dark tunnel. There’s a humming sound, a whine in the dirt, after a few seconds you realize it’s yourself moaning in dying pain.

“I’m sorry, It’s too late, Emil. We need to go,” you barely make out what she says.

“No, Ada—” Emil is sobbing, barely able to step over you for his hyperventilating.

“We’ll see them back at the manor, I promise. All will be well,” she coos. Her hand pats you twice before everything seeps into black, with a gentleness you hope means your mistakes are forgiven.

Andrew Kreiss

The window lingers above you, the sky beyond it, all of it an abstract frenzy of shaking movement. Alva’s electric-charged face emerges from the window frame, looking down at you with a pitying frown for a few long moments. Andrew’s face appears then, cutting off him and everything bright above, and dragging you very suddenly down into warm darkness.

“H…hey. Hey, do you hear me?” he asks, voice strained with held-back tears. It’s too dark to make out anything but the tunnel’s exit, but you feel Andrew’s gloved hands carefully touching your throbbing skull, getting caught in your blood-soaked hair. “God, that’s…it’s bad. That…fucking bastard.”

You recover from your stun enough to piece together what had just happened. Alva was chasing you up the Hullabaloo tent stairs, and landed a shock of polarity right as you vaulted the upstairs window. It had stunned you, and instead of dropping back to the floor, you fell uncontrolled to the cobblestone below. And you’d landed right on your head.

“It was…accident,” you slur, trying to give some comfort. Alva leaving you two be now was testament to that, you muse.

“I don’t care if it was an accident!” Andrew shouts. “Your…your head is wide open. I think…I think this is….” Andrew drifts off, tracing his fingers around one aching spot on the back of your head. You lose his sense of touch in a particular area, but don’t understand what that means, exactly. Your face feels a little stiff where the blood is beginning to dry. “I can’t fix this.” The pain grows more and more unbearable as he talks.

“Don’t go,” you whimper, before you can stop yourself. You try to lift your arms at all, to grab onto him, but they’re dead and twitchy at your sides.

“I’m not! I’m not going anywhere, you idiot,” Andrew says. His words are followed by a snotty-sounding sniffle, and a bone-crushing hug as he spoons you in the dark, claustrophobic tunnel. The match continues above, producing a myriad of fading sounds. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry….”

Andrew speaks right into your ear, but his voice slips into the far-off distance.

Luchino Diruse

Luchino’s hand is gripping your throat, but neither of you are having any fun with it this time.

Hot blood—your blood—seeps between his clawed fingers no matter how much he tries to stifle it. He’s trying his best, he really is, but crushing your windpipe in the process would hardly help, would it?

“I’m going to patch you up, just hang on,” he says while hanging over you. His voice wavers. Beads of sweat roll down his face. Grimness lines his sharp features, not due just to the mangled state of your jugulars, but to the fact that his alternate-self’s teeth had been the ones to rip them out.

Even in your bloodless haze you can guess what’s going through his mind. Luchino is proud of his research, mostly proud of his physical changes, and quite friendly with the “evil reptilian.” So why did this happen to you? Everyone knew a predator drive came with his evolution. No one knew that meant so little self-control that he’d ravage his own lover…and then, worse, leave you there.

“Lu—!” You try to call his name, but the shredded muscles of your throat spasm and cramp. Blood chokes and bubbles behind your lips, runs from the corner of your mouth.

“Stop—stop talking,” he snaps in a whisper. “Conserve your oxygen.” But that’s already long-gone, you think. The sky overhead is a whirlpool, the ground beneath you swimming.

You reach up with a shaking hand and cup his scaled cheekbone, drawing his eyes away from some gauze he’d produced. (You both knew they wouldn’t help, but Luchino never did dismiss the impossible.)

“Sss…’kay,” you manage to croak out. He didn’t do this. He couldn’t have stopped this. You need him to know that before you vanish for a while. His face crumples up with displeasure…and then starts to slacken. His hands loosen too and the blood flows freely. The corners of your vision grow fuzzy as Luchino leans down and gives you a soft kiss.

“We’ll talk about this more later. I’ll see you tomorrow, dear,” he says, voice ushering you to sleep.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #luchino diruse x reader #emil x reader #reader x emil x ada #idv patient #idv gravekeeper #idv professor

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abandonedbun · 2 years

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Hi can I request Andrew, Luca, William, Wu Chang and Antonio reacting to having an s/o that can crush a watermelon between her thighs.

Bun’s super sorry she took so long! Your request has been done!!

Bun assumes you meant a s/o with big thighs! But if Bun got it wrong they’re super duper sorry! (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

Andrew Kreiss

He wouldn’t be so focused on your body

He loves you for your personality, and your kind heart!

But… thighs.. he’s a thighs man, he can’t help but look at them!

And if you ever showed him that you can literally crush a watermelon between your thighs he’s gonna start being even more in love with them

Sees you as someone with the thighs of a goddess

In his eyes you have the thighs of a goddess because he loves you <33

Please let him rest his head on them

He usually has to keep up a serious act, being hesitant to take compliments and interact with people

But when he’s resting his head on your thighs he can relax and be himself! He loves how soft and warm they are!

He’d actually love to have his head squished in between your thighs but he’s too shy to say anything and respects you too much, he’s in denial about wanting to be squished between them

Loves when you wear anything like shorts, skirts and thigh high stockings

But mainly in private

Will not hesitate to intimidate anybody who tries to touch or even gaze at your thighs

He loves your thighs and refuses to let anyone else have them <3

Luca Balsa

Luca’s also a gentlemen, he loves you for you

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love your thighs though! He thinks they’re lovely

So soft, and warm.. perfect pillow \(//∇//)\

He also really likes resting his head on them! Whenever he’s taking a break from his genius inventions stuff or having a headache he can calm down with them!

If he’s having a headache please gently pet his head when he’s resting on your thighs, it helps a lot

Gently squishes your thighs.. soft and squishy <33

Probably bit your thigh atleast one time

He apologized so much because he thought it would be seen as inappropriate + he doesn’t wanna hurt your thigh with his fang

But like if you’re okay with it Luca would definitely like to kiss them a lot! And bite them sometimes (the biting is outside the lovey dovey times as well, he loves biting them because big squish)

William Ellis

Can probably crush a watermelon between his thighs as well

He’s a big strong athlete! A watermelon could easily be crushed

So having a s/o that can also do it? Yeah he’s gonna have a competition with you to see who can crush a melon faster, loser has to do whatever the winner says!

Lowkey wants you to crush his head in your thighs

Will offer you rides on his shoulders mainly to feel your thighs on the sides of his head

William’s enjoying the warmth so much ♪( ´▽｀)

He’ll tell whoever’s staring for too long or being mean about your thighs to leave you alone! Nobody’s mean to his lover >:(

But.. if talking won’t work…

Will not hesitate to charge at anybody staring or being mean about your thighs :)

Makes funny little comments about your thighs, not teasing! Never!! He’s super sweet and friendly!

The comments are about how big and lovely they are, how they make him feel at paradise, etc

Carries you on his shoulders during friendly matches or takes you to a calming area where he can rest his head on them

Also very much loves when you’re wearing shorts, skirts and thigh high stockings because.. v-very nice ♥︎(//∇//)

Wu Chang

They’re both very respectful, no unholy comments from them!

Xie will compliment your thighs and tell you how warm and soft they are, and how they’re beautiful, insecure or not

Fan tends to stare at them a bit more often, but he does his best to look away and hide the slight blush on his cheeks before you notice, he’s much more hesitant and awkward when it comes to complimenting your thighs (and you in general)

Both are protective, they don’t like anybody else looking directly at your thighs

Fan will be aggressive, he’ll give a death glare and if that doesn’t scare them off they’ll be in Emily’s office in five minutes and then will stay in their room for weeks

Xie is the kind of guy to smile when he’s mad, we have ( ◠‿◠ ) and （╹◡╹）

That will always scare people off for the first time, he’s much scarier then Fan when he’s mad

Both love your thighs so much and wants to keep the thighs to themselves <33

Antonio

He’s loving them

He’d love you no matter what kind of thighs you had tbh! Thighs are thighs!

Loves wrapping his hair around them, he just does ( ^ω^ )

His hands work as well! He likes being able to feel em!

Absolutely loves when your wear something like skirts, shorts, over the knee dresses, thigh high stockings, etc

Actually encourages it! He wants to see your beauty!!

If anybody compliments how you look in the outfit he’ll let it slide, you’re his lovely lady after all so he knows you won’t leave him

But if somebody tries touching, stares for too long or makes a comment that’s a bit too mean he maaay or may not ‘accidentally’ hit them with a music note… ♪

“Oh, sorry about that dear, it was an accident :)” it wasn’t

Least possessive! He’s more loving and praising you and making sure you love yourself just as much!

Bun! Has! Finished!! WOOOOO!!

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