#identity v andrew x reader

[acosmicblizzard]

Can you write a fluffy relationship hc for Andrew Kreiss (grave keeper)? (Andrew Kreiss x reader btw!) have a good day!

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you have a good day as well. Some content for the loveable gravekeeper coming right up!

Warnings: Mentions of death

Fluffy relationship hcs with Andrew Kriess

Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Andrew Kreiss x Gender neutral Reader

Andrew at first is very iffy with PDA and physical contact with his lover, due to his extreme low self-esteem and natural anti-social nature it's harder to get in a relationship with him then most other survivors or hunters.

Eventually though after a bit of slowly coaxing him into it he begins to love PDA, he's extremely touch starved due to being socially and physically shunned his entire life other then from his mother.

Though gardening isn't his specialty he's picked up on a lot of it over the years and will often gift you his favorite flowers, purple irises. He'll shyly present the flowers to you, the blush of his face growing obvious.

He won't admit it but he's a extreme cuddle bug and specifically loves being the little spoon. Sometimes however he enjoys being the big spoon as he feels it's only fair to you and it feels like he's protecting you from the rest of the harsh world in some way. Being in someone who loves you arm's can work wonders.

After having to be self sufficient for years Andrew has learned to cook and is actually really good at it! This man is the definition of husband material. He'll pay attention to which foods you like and dislike and will make you breakfast sometimes. He'll basically become the designated chef of the house if you like his cooking and prefer not too cook.

If we're gonna talk about the manor games then he'd prioritize your safety over everyone elses, including himself. As soon as you get downed he'll be rushing over getting ready to go underground to get over too you quicker. He'll double body block, even triple body block with his tide turner. He really just wants to see you okay.

Gives you sweet nicknames such as: My light, My iris, and more. My iris is definitely his favorite due to it being his and his mothers favorite flowers.

Whenever someone insults him he usually ignores them being mildly annoyed, but whenever someone insults you those feelings do a 180. Though he's never really had the courage to stand up for himself he'll definitely do it for you, he loves you and never wants you to feel the same way he does about himself. Though he's slightly healing from that mindset due to more positive interactions through you and some of the other survivors and even hunters of the manor he's still struggling with his low self esteem and will never ever want you to feel the same. You have him and he has you, and that's all you two will need.

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[callimaria]

YOOOO r interactions open> if so here is one<3

*Andrew as boyfriend DLKJDFK*

Y'know, your hair is really pretty..and your skin and eyes too...You're just a really pretty person Andrew

he flushes, quite horribly, as his skin loses its paleness and transforms into a salmon-pink. he glares at you for a second, but can’t seem to hold eye contact with you for much longer and looks away.

“well, i… i—i don’t know if it’s up for you to.. decide..”

he manages to pull his eyes away from a wall and stares at you, softening just a tad.

“but i think i can.. accept these compliments. from you.

“you also.. look really nice. pr—pretty,” he finishes.

💗💗💗

reading his jp twt replies sure was fun HAHA

especially after having to go thru hastur’s!! also YES ty for the interaction req! feel free to ask for more (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)b

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[chuuyasfanboy]

I am brainrotting SO HARD FOR MURDER ON NORD EXPRESS ANDREW!!!

I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE GAME YET. BUT IF HE IS SOOOOOO EVIL, WHY IS HE SOOOOOO HOT?

look at me and TELL ME you wouldn't let him do anything even if that includes his less than savory fantasies of murder. Guys I know i havent finished the game but the shit he says to Victor is WIIIILD

But its okay, he gets to be crazy, he has pretty privilege.

I should write like a full Nord Express x reader fic because I adore basically everybody in that game-

#x reader #requests open #idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity x reader #andrew kreiss #grave keeper #victor grantz #postman #murder on the nord express #grave keeper x reader #andrew kriess x reader #postman x reader #victor grantz x reader

[turbulentscrawl]

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

[a018233]

--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

[funkynumaki]

Identity V fingering headcanon (PT.1 (?))

Characters included; Luca Balsa, Andrew Kreiss, Mike Morton, Victor Grantz

A/N: this is my first post + my first time writing smut so I apologize if it's not the best!

Warning: fingering (g), praise (r, g), dacryphilia on Andrew and Victor's!, dom!reader x sub!characters

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|| Luca Balsa

- when you first brought it up he'd be surprise, but he's thrilled to try it out.

- the first time, he'd fidget a lot trying to get used to the feeling of your fingers inside him but when he's comfortable enough he's really into it.

- he wouldn't even hide his noises, it really shows how much he enjoys it.

- "are you sure you're okay with this?" You ask, still a bit uncertain. Giving him a chance to back down if he's uncomfortable with it. But, instead Luca nod looking at your lube covered fingers as it line itself on his hole. ".. Yeah.. Go on" He said, already out of breath. You nod at his approval, your finger find themselves sliding inside his hole. You could almost immediately feel him clench around you as his grip tightened. "F-fuck-..." He let out a small moan at the feeling trying to get used to it. He leaned his head to the crook of your neck, his dick throb at the sensation of being filled by your fingers. "Did it hurt?" You ask, willingly to stop if the pain is unbearable for him. Your fingers stopping their movement inside him. "Yeah.. A bit.. Don't stop. Please.." He whine when he feel your movement stopping inside him which followed by your smile of relief that you didn't hurt him. Your fingers pick up its pace again with each passing second he grow more and more comfortable with having your fingers inside of him. Starting to let out louder breathy moan as he lean in to get more contact with you.

"O-ohh fuck-! Please.. S'fuckin-good-..!"

|| Andrew Kreiss

- would be very hesitant, so getting him comfortable enough to agree will need a trustful relationship.

- he's so sensitive, he has no experience with any intimate moment so it's best if you start slow with him.

- the first time he feel your finger inside him, he's already shaking from pleasure. Moaning and whimpering your name while at the same time trying to covered his mouth to prevent himself from making noise.

- "a-ahh... Ple-ase-.." He whine as your finger continues to thrust in and out of his hole. Your movement is still slow and gentle, as he hide his face on the crook of your neck. Trying to mask the noises that's about to fall from his lips. "Please what, love? I want to hear you say it.." You cooe in his ear, your tone can be heard as a need for him to just tell you his desire that he's been trying to mask. Andrew's dick twitch as he feel your finger slowly starting to thrust a bit faster. "I- need y-you.. Please... Ne-need you s'bad..!" He begged feeling you fasting up your movement. His head fall back as he let out a soft cry. "Does it make you feel good, love?" You smirk feeling him clench around your fingers not wanting to lose contact to it. "Use your words" You whisper in his ear, reminding him.

"Y-yes... Love it-love it s'much--! Please... I-i need it-"

|| Mike Morton

- he was actually the one who brought it up, mostly because he had been edging in his seat to ask you to try it with him since forever. Which of course, you agree.

- feeling your finger inside him, he'd let out a choked moan. He was expecting it to feel good, but not this good.

- would buck his hips to get more sensation of your finger inside him.

- "oh shit..-" Mike let out a choked moan as he throw his head back, your finger sliding in and out of his hole in a faster pace than before. "You enjoy this way more than I expect you to" You whisper in his ear, loving his reaction. Mike mosn loud as he lean in closer to you, his teeth sinking on your skin. His body shake from the pleasure. "S'good-! Fu.. Ck-! Please-please-!m-more-nh" He whine out, bucking his hips lower to get more friction from your finger, watching his desperate plead you chuckle. Mike lean in closer to you wrapping his hand around your shoulder as he nip your neck. His mind too clouded to form an actual sentence. You smile fasting up your pace, your finger brushing against his prostate "Beg more then, love" You cooe softly.

"Please-pl-ngh-ease.. -! Want you s'bad--! S'good-..!a-ahh--"

|| Victor Grantz

- he was surprised when you ask him to try it, but there's almost nothing Victor wouldn't do for you.

- he's eager to please you, so when you decide to change up a notch and please him he was taken a back, but he'll do it as long as it makes you happy.

- he wasn't expecting what he just feel being fingered by you, the way his mind starts to get numb. And how it felt so good he can't even registered it for a moment.

- "aww.. Look at how adorable you are like that, f'me?" You cooe, trailing kisses on Victor's neck to his collarbone. If it was possible, there would be small hearts flying on top of his head, he was at pure bliss. "S'good... I-ilove-yo-mu.. Ahh--! Ch!" He cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your finger thrust deeper. "Be a good boy for me and tell me how much I'm pleasing you, right now, why don't'cha?" You grin, nipping on his neck, leaving some love marks on his neck. His head thrown back, as he arch his back when your finger brush against his prostate. "S'good.. Please-- L-love.. You-so mu-angh--!" You chuckle at his attempt at forming a sentence. Teasing him even more you lean in closer to his ear. "What's that? I don't bear you the first time, love"

"Ple-ahh-! It's s'good.. -you're s'good--! I-loveyou.. so-mahh-uch...--!"

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request are open!

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[lostarchivesoforpheus]

`•- Their Love Languages

antonio paganini, andrew kreiss, kevin ayuso, luchino diruse, matthias czernin, naib subedar, william ellis x gn reader (all seperate)

prompt: love languages

warnings: physical touch (obvs cuz it's one of the love languages lmao)

a/n: wasn't able to get this out on time cuz i was busy but day 6 of the valentines event yippee!! also i have now spent 161 pulls for matthias and i still haven't gotten him yet. im now entering my villain arc

Starting off, Antonio loves giving you words of affirmation and physical touch. Every single day, whenever he's around you, he'll be holding your hand or hugging you affectionately as he whispers compliments and sweet words into your ears. He'll back off a bit if you dislike PDA, though. As much as he just wants to pick you up and smother you with his affection, he'll happily wait until the two of you are in private if that's what makes you comfortable. When it comes to receiving love, Antonio likes words of affirmation and quality time. He's often busy with matches or practicing a new song, so any time spent with you is time he treasures. It also makes him giddy whenever you compliment him. Whether it be you praising him after playing a song or doing well in a match, he always loves receiving your compliments.

Andrew is a bit awkward with his affection, but he loves to give you quality time whenever he can. It's not really something he can explain, but something about you just being there with him seems to wash all his worries away and make him feel truly at peace. Also, he likes to receive words of affirmation from you. Again, your presence is soothing to him, and whenever you give him kind words and reassurances, it always makes him feel calm and happy.

Kevin is extremely affectionate, and he loves giving just about everything. Oftentimes, when he's near you, he'll come up behind you and gently wrap his arms around your waist, giving you a surprise hug as well as a quick kiss on the cheek. He also likes giving you little compliments accompanied by affectionate petnames as he hugs you. Also, he'll be happy to take care of just about anything for you if he sees that you're feeling tired or unwell, and he'll give you a little gift in hopes that he can cheer you up, even if just a little bit. When it comes to receiving your affection, Kevin adores whenever you spend quality time with him or do little acts of service to help him. It never fails to make him feel warm inside when you offer to do some little mundane tasks for him before sitting down on the couch and cuddling with him.

Luchino is very busy, so he tries to apologize for it by spending quality time with you. He doesn't have very much time between matches and continuing his research on whatever new topic has caught his interest, but he always tries to make time for you at least once or twice a day. Oftentimes, he'll spend lunch with you, engaging in a pleasant conversation with you before he returns to his work. Sometimes, though, his work keeps him busy during your usual noon meeting times, so he tries to apologize by finding you sometime later in the day and spending a few moments with you. When he's receiving affection, Luchino loves whenever you give him words of affirmation and physical touch. It always warms his heart whenever you pay him a visit while he's working himself to the bone in his office. When you walk over to his chair and gently massage his shoulders while you whisper kind words in his ears, he just absolutely melts. He has a soft spot for you, and whenever you're sweet and kind to him, he always feels warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Matthias doesn't really know how to show affection, but he always tries to give you some quality time and gifts in order to show his love to you. Mostly, he just likes to be around you, as your presence tends to make him feel less worried and more peaceful. Oftentimes, the two of you aren't really doing anything specific together, he just likes to tag along with you wherever you go. Also, he'll often try to give you some small things that remind him of you. Typically, he either picks a few flowers from the manor's garden and gives them to you in a small bouquet, or he'll give you small little trinkets like a locket or something of the sort for you to keep in your pockets for good luck. When he receives affection from you, he values words of affirmation the most. Your kind reassurances always help him whenever he's feeling worried or doubtful of himself, and he feels honoured that you think of him so highly. He also likes receiving physical touch, though he prefers if you'd ask first before you touch him; It makes him more comfortable.

Naib isn't the best with affection, but he tries his best for you, and he often shows his love through acts of service and quality time. Most often, he tries to take care of miscellaneous tasks for you so that you're not too exhausted by the end of the day, and he loves to sit down and relax with you on the couch in the evenings. He's not used to receiving affection, so any kind actions from you tend to make him feel warm and jittery inside, really. Though, he especially loves whenever you give him words of affirmation or physical touch. After a long day, Naib loves nothing more than when you cuddle up to him and make him swoon with sweet compliments. He practically melts in your embrace every time, and all of his worry and stress that built up our the course of the day seems to dissipate immediately, leaving a happy and content Naib leaning comfortably into your touch.

Lastly, William is also very affectionate, and he likes to show you love through physical touch and gift giving the most. Several times throughout the day, he'll just casually walk up to you and proceed to give you the tightest spine-crushing hug ever before letting go, ruffling your hair, and walking off to go participate in another match with a goofy smile. He also gives you a bunch of random things, usually for no reason besides that he thought you'd like it. He gives you just about anything, whether it be flowers, chocolate, necklaces, or other things. He just likes to shower you in love and affection constantly. When he's on the receiving end, William is a sucker for words of affirmation and quality time. He just loves it whenever you tell him how great he did in a match or how well he did when practicing rugby, it just seems to always make him feel all giddy inside, and he can't help but grin like a lovestruck fool. He also adores the moments whenever you two are hanging around together. It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing, he just loves being able to spend time with you.

a/n: was gonna add some of the girls and also a few more guys in here too but i ran out of time rip

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!

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[otakusparkle]

Today is the 6th anniversary day of Identity V, and it is also the 6th year that visitors have met and accompanied us. Thank you old friends and new partners for your tolerance and support.

The 6 years have left us with many precious memories. I hope that in the future, we can continue to share our hearts and create more beautiful memories that belong to you and me. Next, the anniversary concert brought by the manor partners is about to start - enjoy the wonderful anniversary time~

Happy 6th birthday, Identity V.

Happy 6th anniversary of meeting, manor visitors.

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[oletus-writer]

Heyyyyyy

Can I request Andrew, Naib and Norton with a cinnamon roll s/o?

Like they are too nice for the world and it makes you get diabetes just by being with them Hnghsnhzvsjaj

Ah, there’s been a lot of requests lately and I took some time to write my own ideas, so apologies for the wait.

Andrew, Naib, Norton, Keigan x cinnamon roll s/o

Warnings: none

Andrew Kriess

Why were you in the manor in the first place? Such a nice person could not be nice forever if they had witnessed atrocities or suffered beyond comprehension. Then again, people came into Oletus Manor for various reasons, so Andrew wasn’t one to question why you were here.

Your personality was refreshing, and, although you sometimes overwhelmed him, he looked forward to seeing you in the matches. Unlike the other residents, you never got mad at him if he failed a rescue or kited badly.

‘Um… I’m very sorry about that… I didn’t manage to rescue you in time. I’ll do b-better next time…’

Sometimes, he enjoys sitting with you and watching you do something you’re passionate about - he loves to see how you are so cutely focused on something.

‘S-sure I’ll listen to you talk about… whatever you want. I’m happy to accompany you…’

Naib Subedar

He hasn’t seen someone so sweet for a while now, with the war, and being a mercenary. So, meeting you in such a dire situation, he was surprised how optimistic you were and that you tried to cheer him up.

He would want to spend more time with you, outside the matches, since you’re the only one who lights up his world.

‘Hey, wanna hang sometime? If that’s alright with you, of course.’

He’d be the ‘they asked for no pickles’ person with you. Where you are soft, he’s more unforgiving. Hopefully, the two of you hav etchings to learn from each other.

‘Babe, that kite was horrible. I know it’s my job to rescue everyone, and I shouldn’t be saying this, but you shouldn’t have rescued them.’

Norton Campbell

Seeing someone so cheerful sends a pang in Norton’s heart. He couldn’t recall the last time he was so carefree, so sweet. How different of a person would he be if his upbringing was any better?

Sometimes, he’d wonder about your past - what brought you here? Why were you here? But, standing in front of you, it’s suddenly didn’t matter.

‘You’re quite an odd one to be here in the manor… no, nevermind. Want me to show you ‘round?’

Norton knows how horrible people can be, so he’ll be watching out for you, and will do anything to keep you safe.

‘Sometimes, you trust the wrong people, amor. I’ll protect you, though.’

Keigan

When she first saw you, Keigan thought you were just naive and foolish, but she knew the difference. You were not foolish, nor naive - you were kind, willing to give everyone a second chance.

One of the thoughts that crossed her mind was whether or not you would forgive her - give her a second chance. No, she must not think that; she did what she had to do.

‘You’re quite cheery for a hunter. Judging from your personality, you’d feel some pity for the survivors, no? You have a kind heart. Don’t stress it too much, alright?’

She’s confident that you can take care of yourself and won’t interfere unless she must. Since she could take care of herself, then other people in better situations would be able to take care of themselves just fine.

‘Good morning. I see that you dreamt well? Oh? No dreams? Then you are just happy to be awake? How nice.’

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[heartshapedbubble]

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.

this req made me shit bricks when i first received it in august LMFAOOOO this was so fun to write anon thank you so much for this/gen

andrew, luca, william, wu chang and antonio reacting to their s/o crushing a watermelon between their thighs🕸⚡🏈☂️🎻

andrew kreiss🕸

he is... confused to say the least

when you first did it he jumped out of fear thinking you hurt yourself by doing so

this man would probably burst into flames after one pretzel stick he has NO idea how to react

....he'd be lying if he said it doesn't interest him though

like. he is INCREDIBLY lost and maybe even disturbed but like. do it again

"is this something they do to sinners in hell? can you use it as self defense? does it hurt your thighs?" a bit gulity of asking these questions ngl but he can't help it

might start avoiding you after that... simply out of fear that it was a bad omen and that you might try crushing his skull instead when he messes up in the games LMAO

william ellis🏈

not shocked at all

he didnt even fucking flinch when it burst he just stood there with his usual 😃 face

"hehe. nice. now watch me" (proceeds to crush a watermelon with his own thighs)

tbh william can be competitive as hell and he would somehow make a competition out of this too

after that whenever y'all ate watermelon in the manor he always shouted "DID YOU GUYS KNOW ___ CAN CRUSH WATERMELONS WITH THEIR THIGHS¿¿¿¿¿ GO ON ___ SHOW THEM!!!!"

might ask you details on how you train/build your thighs just in case...there's always room for self-improvement

next time he sees you he's going to whip out two watermelons and ask you if you can crush both at the same time (cheeky bastard)

luca balsa⚡

mans is just losing his shit at it

"how do you do it??????? how long did you have to build your legs for this??? at what angle does it crush the fastest/easiest???? what technique did you use???" like andrew but with zero self control or fear

so intrigued he'll whip out the nerd glasses and the notepad to study it. bring a few extra watermelons cause once he begins you'll realize it's gonna be a looooong day

i kinda think that he'd be more interested in the physics aspect of it than the crushing itself tbh

after enough research he would try to crush one with his own thighs

...which didn't really go well🥲he's got chopstick legs but we still love him

that absolutely did not discourage him though. he'll find a way to do it himself. somehow. one day.

wu chang☂️

their reactions are quite different

at first they just kinda... side eye each other. not condescendigly tho they just have to clarify they're both seeing the same thing since they didn't expect this when you told them you have a suprise for them

xie is like ☺ "thats... very cute honey!! i'm very proud of you!!!! you've been working very hard!!!!"

no idea how to properly react or process it really but since you seem really happy about it he simply has to share your enthusiasm okay!!! xie the world

fan just smirks. "now crush a pumpkin."

this motherfucker is going to tease you and give you more and more impossible physical challenges just to make you all red in your face and see you angrily give up just crush his head instead at this point

would rather drown himself in that goddamn river again than admit out loud that it's absolutely badass but it becomes obvious after some time. he's not an emotional mastermind after all

antonio paganini🎻

not overwhelmed by it either! hes just chill like dat

he finds it so funny actually - he's grown tired of all the elegant plays and balls that he experienced while playing for royalty so this little peculiar performance of yours put a wide smile on his face

it gave him a good laugh too, not in a mocking way it's just so bizarre and unexpected that he couldn't help but laugh

would joke about it like "i love a partner that can just beat the shit out of me" after seeing it lmao

"you can kill people with that, but personally i wouldn't have an issue with it if it was your thighs in question~" what a fucking flirt GET HIM OUT

if you'd challenge him to do the same he'd just give up after the first two tries... his legs aren't his best asset

he CAN crush a watermelon with his hair though. maybe you should be more careful the next time you try to wriggle out from its grip...

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[acosmicblizzard]

Hello! (It’s the anon again lol) Can I request something with Andrew in a flower field setting with reader? I absolutely melted at the idea of making flower crowns to each each! I was super inspired by this idea in the fluff hc part talking about flower hehe

(Oh btw this timeline could be before confession (basically crush phase) or established relationship either is cool!) please take ur time!!!

Flower crowns ahhhhhhh 👑

Hello anon, thank you for requesting again and i'm sorry for the time it took to get this out! Hope you enjoy it!

The World In Bloom - Andrew Kriess x Reader

Warnings: None

Story type: Fluff

Characters/Pairings: Andrew Kriess x Gender Neutral Reader

The sounds of birds chirping filled your ears as you took a breath, taking in the scenery around you. It wasn't often you got moments out of the manor these horrid murder games were hosted but every now and then the "baron" of the manor let the survivors out of a bit for a change of scenery. Anyone who tried to use this opportunity to escape never came back, so the most you could to was enjoy the small things you were given. After all, you willfully came into this game.

Walking around the area you soon came across a large open field of flowers, multiple beautiful colors of varying flowers making a beautiful display both from afar and up close. You smiled as you walked into the field sitting down in the middle of it examining some of the flowers closer until you saw a familiar figure dressed in black in the distance. The metal hook attaching the hourglass to his belt making noises as he shifted around examining each flowers, paying specific attention to the bed of irises growing. This man was Andrew Kriess, your close friend after awhile of being in this accursed manor. You stood up and walked towards him, saying hello from a distance as to not scare him. While he slightly flinched at the new presence as soon as he knew it was you he mostly calmed down. "Ah- Hello Y/n..." Andrew said as he slightly smiled about you before shifting his attention back to the flowers. "Whatcha doing?" You asked, sitting down next to him. "Just checking out the flower field, this place always calms me.. Whenever i have the chance i always go here. I like taking care of the flowers sometimes, especially the irises." Andrew said as he continued examining the flowers, making sure they had enough water and were thriving in the environment they were in. You chuckled slightly, "I understand, just being in environments like these are relaxing. Especially to be away from that manor and away from a ton of people." Andrew nodded in agreement and you two continued relaxing in the flower field as time passed. The gravekeeper making his rounds around the flower field to check on each flower bed, humming as he did so. Eventually he returned to where you were relaxing and just soaking in the scenery, slowly reaching his hand out to tap you on the shoulder, attempting to grab your attention. You turned your gaze over to him and your vision was soon filled with the view of purple irises. Andrew slightly looked away as he held the purple colored flower crown out to you, "I made this for you, the flowers reminded me of you so..." You couldn't help but smile at Andrews gesture of kindness and took the flower crown from his hand, it seemed slightly flimsy so you grabbed it with extra caution and slowly put it on your head. Andrew who was expecting you not to accept the flower crown seemed somewhat shocked seeing it on your head, causing you to giggle. "Thank you for the flower crown Andrew, it looks very pretty. When did you learn to make them." A small blush overcome the grave keepers face as he sat down next to you. "My mother taught me how to make them when i was young, it's been a long time since i've made them though.. so it's a bit flimsy because of that." You quickly responded to the man, "It's alright, i still love it. Perfectly put together or not." This caused Andrew to lightly smile at you as he took a deep breath. Though for a very long time he'd have to deal with the horrors of the manor maybe things weren't so bad with you by his side. He thought as more blush came to his face, until you two were called back to the manor you two stayed like that for hours. Soaking up the peaceful atmosphere at one anothers side.

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Please And Thank You

based on this ask for thirst friday and shout out to @turbulentscrawl who deals with my feral brain lol (bless the headcanons too omg lifesavers)

Rated Explicit | Warning: cock warming (andrew receiving), religious themes (oops)

Tagging: @luopenis

The sounds that come out of the Grave Keeper are adorable, girlish even, one would not expect to sound like this given his demeanor. Grumpy, standoffish, self-isolating; this Andrew laying on your bed, his front, very different person.

“Does it feel good?” Your hand carefully worked out the knots in his back, “Use your words, love.” He only lets out a whining sound, a needy one.

“Good.” That is all he can barely let out. This torture to him, you straddling him while also inside of him, his cock weeping and staining the sheets with his precum. He grips the sheets as if repenting for wanting more, for being greedy and lustful— But this is your fault! You came up with this idea of being inside of him while offering to soothe his pain.

It is working but he needs you to move! This is madness and groans when he feels you move only feel your lips on his back kissing and leaving your mark upon his pale skin.

“Such a good boy, Andrew,” He blushes more than he already is, his eyes closed as you pet his hair.

“(Name).” Oh, that pitch in his voice makes you bite your lip as you might not be able to hold out any longer.

“Okay, you did so well, Andrew. You deserve a reward.”

Finally, finally, the cry of bliss from the man is perfect as you earnestly start fucking him.

The way he squirms under you, raising his bottom half so your hand can comfortably stroke his cock, you wish you could see how pretty he looks as he sobs. He doesn't always cry during sex but today the cock warming made him sensitive.

“That's it, go on, you can cum. You are doing so well, Andrew.”

God, forgive him, he prays silently though you said you rather him pray out loud. You want him to moan his words out, heaven save him from your devious mind! He shakes under you, crying out your name like a choir boy singing to the heavens. His cum spills all over the bed and your hand, sticky and warm. Andrew twitches before collapsing, his body moving because you have not cum yet.

“Please, please,” You groan as you bite into his shoulder as you find your release, “Thank you.” So polite as you kiss his shoulder and the back of his neck. “Thank you.” He is in a daze and needs a minute before he will fall asleep.

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[dr4k0ns]

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[turbulentscrawl]

Kinda going off of your whole process behind matchups, but what do you think the ideal personality would be for some of the survivors (Alice, Norton, Eli, Naib, or whoever else you choose!) Like, what would they want/need in a partner? I feel like some of them could work well with a variety of personality types tbh…

Anyways, keep up the good work!

I don't want to give EVERYTHING way 🤭so these are a bit short. I'm also not super familiar with Alice yet, so her's are a bit more superficial. Added Andrew!

Norton

-HAS to be with someone who respects his alone-time. He does better with someone who’s overall not that clingy, but at the very least you need to be able to let him go when he says he needs space. When he asks for that, it’s largely because he’s nervous about hurting you when he’s not fully in control of his emotions.

-He can’t be with someone rich. If he was, there’s a very good chance he doesn’t have genuine feelings for them. There is a small exception to this in the manor, because it’s something of an equalizer and money doesn’t help anyone here. But outside? Norton (Aus excluded) is always going to be a frugal thrift-er, and he’d be easily annoyed by someone who blows their money like it grows on trees.

-He does better with fellow introverts too. He can do group stuff sometimes, but he prefers intimate, not-noisy environments. He’s spent most of his life alone so big events, public activities, and big social groups just feel foreign to him.

Naib

-The main thing for Naib is you not being a nosey nancy. Especially outside of the manor, he needs a partner who isn’t going to ask questions about what he does for work. He brings home the bacon and that’s got to be enough for you.

-It’s also better for him to be with someone who doesn’t mind his paranoid protectiveness. As much as he wants you to stay out of his business, he wants to be IN yours. Not to be controlling, but so he’s always prepared to come running if something happens. He can live without this trait in a partner, but it will be a constant point of tension if you don’t like it.

-Otherwise, Naib can get along with just about anyone who treats him decently. He sees the appeal in several personality types.

Eli

-Eli also works with many different types of people! He’s a very patient and calm man who makes and effort to understand everyone’s actions and opinions. The only people I straight-up can’t see him being with are those who intentionally try to bring out negative emotions as tests or pranks. He enjoys some light teasing, but if you try to rile him up or make him jealous, he’s just going to disengage from you because that’s blatantly unkind. He wants to foster good-vibes only with his partner.

-He does very much like skinship, though, so it’s best if his partner likes both giving and receiving Physical Touch as a love language.

-He’s a lot more likely to be sweet on someone who’s kind and generous. And he’s very intuitive, so he knows when this is genuine…if you’re faking it to manipulate/get in his good graces.

Alice

-As a journalist, she needs a partner who can keep their mouth shut. Like, you’re more than welcome to gossip TO HER. But she literally pays her bills by being nosey, and exclusivity of information is part of that. So don’t share things you learn from her…but DO share things you learn from others with her.

-She’s brave to a fault. Like Alice sometimes genuinely does not sense danger sometimes, so she would appreciate a partner who looks out for her when she can’t do it herself.

Andrew

-You have to be open-minded and nonjudgemental. He’s been treated poorly most of his life because of how he looks, and if he sees you treating other people with similar backstories well, his opinion of you skyrockets. (even though he won’t make it known for some time.) If you gossip to him about other people’s superficial stuff, kiss your relationship goodbye.

-Does best with someone patient and intuitive. He’s defensive and has an attitude, sometimes even without meaning to. He requires a lot of grace as far as overlooking the shit he says. His verbal communication will improve with time, and he will apologize for any slipups as his trust in you grows, but you have to be able to wait out the road bumps first.

-He also does better with a fellow introvert than an extrovert. For friendships, it doesn’t matter, but for a romantic partner he has more insecurities and concerns about you leaving him for someone else. If you like to spend a lot of time with other people, like being the center of attention, or feed on other’s approval, Andrew will have a harder time reigning in those thoughts that he’s not important to you.

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[lemon-idol]

✰ 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.

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— I SMILE A LOT WHEN I'M IN FRONT OF YOU ; I FEEL LOVE, AFFECTION

⋄ Surprising each other on Valentine's Day

Characters: Andrew Kreiss, Demi Bourbon, Norton Campbell

▭ self indulg. ▭ genderneutral ▭ fluff ▭ not proofread ▭

— ANDREW

Being with you feels like a dream. Andrew hadn't realized that it's almost Valentine's day.

Just kidding, he's actually been thinking about it since December. What? You're so special to him. It's only right he does something special for you too.

He noted every small detail that gives a clue about what you're fond of. And despite his dislike for social situations, he approached Emma to help him set up a gift for you.

Actually, he tried to approach her. It was the gardener that confronted him after she noticed that he's been following her while staring at her as if wanting to ask her something. Much to the grave keeper's relief, Emma was happy to help.

But he can't help but get worried. The gardener kept giggling and snickering whenever he was with you. She might give away the surprise! But for some reason, you were also fidgety. Do you already know? Maybe you don't like it? Oh god, he's even more uneasy now.

He thought of dropping the surprise but then that means he won't have anything for you at valentine's day. No, he loves you. And he trusts you.

The day of the much awaited Valentine's day finally arrived. After lunchtime, he planned to ask you to meet him in the garden while trying not to be obvious as possible.

"Can you meet me at the garden later, dear? I-it's nothing serious. I just...have something to show you."

"What? That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing." You said to him.

What a coincidence, he merely thought.

Meanwhile, you were feeling antsy. Andrew did say that it's nothing serious. But you hoped it wouldn't ruin what you want to do for him today.

After you both parted, Andrew immediately went to his room to quickly get his presents and arrive first at the garden. It'd be ugly if he arrived last, he thought.

The albino waits at the garden with trepidation, as he stands there holding your presents—a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a present wrapped in a wrapper of your favorite color.

"Ah! Andrew, you're already here..."

He hears your voice and footsteps approach him. But why do you sound slightly disappointed? Oh no. No, it's too late to back out!

He feels your figure behind him and he preps himself. His hands slightly trembling from nervousness. He inhales, gathering up courage before turning around to face you, almost losing his balance.

"Y/N, Happy Valentine's Day!" Andrew shouts. Oh Lord, he didn't mean to be that loud. The grave keeper flushes in embarrassment while hanging his head low, and his eyes closed.

"Oh...I..."

He knew it. You're embarrassed for him, aren't you? He trembles in his stance, scared of what you'll say next.

But only your laughter was heard.

Andrew gulped. Were you making fun of him now? He looked up at you, confused and mortified.

But there you were in front of him, bathed in the sunlight peeking from the clouds. You were holding a bouquet of his favorite purple irises wrapped in a light pink wrapper and a gift wrapped Ina wrapper with heart patterns. You were laughing heartily.

To him, you looked breathtaking. It doesn't matter if you say you look like a mess or you're only wearing casual clothes. You looked beautiful.

"Ahaha! I was planning to surprise you first."

His mouth falls agape in shock and his blush deepens. What? "I–...those are for me?"

"Of course! Did you think I wasn't going to do anything for you today?" You asked, walking closer to him.

"I didn't think...well..." The grave keeper fumbles over his words.

You take the present you were carrying to your other arm so you could caress his cheek.

"Andrew, you mean the world to me. And I'd do anything to prove to you just how special you are." You say before pulling him down/tilting his head up to meet your lips–taking him in a sweet kiss.

The two of you part, breathless.

"I love you."

— DEMI

February 14th isn't just about Valentine's Day, it's also Demi's birthday! It's twice the celebration!

That is why you've been wracking up your brain trying to think of something to do for the lovely barmaid of the manor.

Perhaps you've been too stressed trying to come up with something since Demi kept trying to ask you what was wrong despite telling her that you're fine.

"You sure? Don't work yourself up too much, okay?" Demi says, combing her fingers through your hair.

If you didn't stop yourself, you might've fallen asleep from the gesture with the help of her voice that sounded like a lullaby to you after going through a frustration.

Really, what can you do for this beautiful woman?

What can you do?

That question never left you. Even as you wrote a newfound idea. The reason why your mind stays awake even though your eyes wanted to close that night.

The day after that, you started planning and preparing furiously. It almost intimidated the others around you. It was like you had grown another pair of arms as they witnessed you feverishly prepare something in the kitchen.

Demi had taught you how to mix drinks before. She was so passionate about teaching it to you that she even expressed that she anticipates your progress. In fact, in the future, once the both of you find Demi's brother, you plan to set up a bar run by Demi and you.

So you thought, why not mix a drink to show her how much you've improved? Paired up with a romantic dinner or lunch (whatever you prefer) date, prepared by your own hands.

That is what you've been trying to achieve in the kitchen. A mix that you could impress her with.

You felt giddy and nervous while making it. And those feelings never leave you even as you look at your own work on the special day.

A white table embroidered with floral patterns, two seats–that you made sure was comfortable to sit on, in front of it are the meals you've prepared, and in the middle of the table was a vase containing a few roses. The drink you've especially made was lying in your hands. You were still unsure, even after the million taste tests you did. It tasted fine but will it be good enough?

Demi was going to arrive here sooner or later. There's no time to panic or to alter things. You'll just have to make sure it goes well, and if it doesn't–you leave it up to date and hope for the best.

"Well, my. Is this all for me?"

You almost jumped out of your skin. The bottle in your hands almost shattered from your grip. But the presence behind you merely laughed.

"Yes–! Demi! Happy Birthday! …And Happy Valentine's day too!" You greeted, facing her sheepishly.

The barmaid chuckled once again. How precious you are, she thinks.

"And what's that?"She points at the porcelain bottle in your hands.

"Ah, well...I made it for you. It's a mix I made on my own. I hope you like it."

Demi grins wider. She rushed up to hug you and kissed your cheek. "Aw, geez. You've certainly outdone yourself. How can my present be as amazing as yours?"

What? You break away from her embrace. "What do you mean?"

Demi pulls a small red box adorned with a white ribbon from her pockets. You could smell the faint scent of chocolates and roses from it.

"I have something for you too." She says while handing it to you.

You shook your head, "But Demi, it's your special day today! You shouldn't have…"

"Ha! That's right. It's my birthday and I get to do what I want. And I chose to give you a gift." She declared, urging you to take the gift.

Her eyes narrowed and she gave you a sly grin, "You'll do anything for the birthday girl, right?"

You could only sigh as you gave up attempting to argue with her. Cradling the bottle on one of your arms carefully while you use your vacant hand to take her gift.

"Now let's dine in! I can't wait to try what you've made!" Demi grabbed your arm and pulled you with her as she rushed to the table.

"Ah–hold on!" You exclaim.

The rest of the time was filled with smiles and laughter as the two of you enjoyed your time together.

— NORTON

Look, he's broke. That is no secret. He would have never thought that a holiday, something he hardly think about, turns into a day he'll stress himself out on.

Everyone could see that the prospector is working harder to earn money than usual. That says a lot, because Norton has always been a hardworking individual. Others regarded this change as just desperation to conquer poverty quick.

Perhaps the said motive still stays true. It's what the prospector claims to the few people that asked him to atleast take a break. But what he's not telling is that it's always you that appears in his head as he works. How badly he wants to use his money to get you the riches you deserve to be pampered with. But dear, he needs that money to eat, that's why he's trying to earn more.

Actually, You and Norton aren't a thing yet. He's planning to confess to you this valentine's day—as cheesy as that may sound.

He wish he could give you more, really. But he hopes that these three red roses and chocolates in a heart shaped box is enough. It was the most popular gifts—and the cheapest.

Beneath the moody exterior that shouts "I don't care!" Is a heart that is nervous and wishing to love. He does in fact care, he does in fact love you.

Norton may not be able to afford certain things, but he could prove to you that he can give you all the love in the world. He just hopes that you'd give this poor man a chance.

Please? The plead repeats on his head as the pen writes an invitation for you to meet him at the garden on the day of valentine's.

Please? The word repeats on his head, his heart starts to beat faster as he approaches you with the gifts at hand.

"...I love you. I mean it." Please. Let me love you.

In front of him, you stand surprised. But what you did next shocked him even more.

You pulled your very own gifts and a love letter addressed to him from behind you.

You smiled warmly at him, something that felt like a comforting blanket after being in the cold for too long.

"I wanted to tell you the same thing! I–...I love you too." You confess, face flushing.

Norton stands, face blank but cheeks turning noticeably red. His eyes softened, and he let out an eased sigh.

"I have one more thing to give to you, actually." He says, moving closer to you.

"Wha���really? Norton that's–" You couldn't finish your sentence. Taken aback when he took your hands in his and put it in his chest. Where you could feel his heart racing despite his unbothered expression.

"My heart. It's yours." He says and captured your lips in his.

[ Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ ]

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