#identity v andrew x reader

[entomologistt]

Reacting to you in a revealing outfit!

Featuring: Ganji Gupta, Demi Bourbon, Andrew Kreiss, Naib Subedar (separate)

Contains: slight suggestiveness (but nothing actually happens), fluff, kisses, pet names, match-like setting, Fem! reader

Ento note: Requested by Anon! Ty for this idea… I’m not over Ganji’s summer skin he’s so fine I need him NOW iwannabesaaaved

Ganji Gupta “Batter”

When the summer lineup was announced, it was to be himself, Norton, and Fiona as the S-tiers. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to walk up to the table in such a revealing summer swimsuit, complemented with other accessories.

You can’t see his eyes due to the sunglasses, but his jaw tightens as he turns away from you, tapping William awake. He leaned into him to whisper something, nudging the forward in the rib when he showed clear annoyance.

When the match starts, it’s you who takes the first kite. You do well enough until there are 2 ciphers left, finally knocked down and lifted off your knees. But before the hunter could place you into the chair, a water ball hits them square in the stomach, making them stumble back and you back on your feet.

A light of gold flashes behind you, and you recognize it as a late use of the excitement trait. Fully expecting to be knocked back down, a bell dings, but you’re still up. You’re shoved past a pallet, making you look back to see Ganji throwing it down. He limps after you, clutching his toned abdomen��� that could only mean he took the hit for you.

William was nowhere to be seen. Ganji is determined to show off to you, harassing the hunter to keep you alive, and boy, does he come in for the clutch every time you think you’re done for. God, did he look fine doing it too; he even took the final hit for you for the last cipher to pop!

The hunter ends up surrendering, and you all return back. The first thing you’re met with when you open your eyes is Ganji’s chest, your eyes moving up to meet his hidden ones. “Thank you, Ganji, you really saved me…! You were amazing!” you say in appreciation, smiling sweetly as you lift your hand to take a hibiscus flower that was tucked in your hair, offering it to him.

“For you, Ganji!” ... He wanted to ask you about the costume—but the sweet gesture of offering him a flower and your praise was the thing that made his face heat up.

 

Demi Bourbon “Barmaid”

You walk up to the table, taking your seat. You tug at the straps of the top, adjusting whatever was necessary. Demi looks over your rather revealing outfit, her green eyes meeting yours, and her next action will depend on you.

If you’re self-conscious about it, she offers a gentle smile, affirming that you look good, that she’ll have your back. But if you’re staring at her, thanking her for her compliments bashfully, she gives you one of her famous winks, showering you with a more sweet compliments and playful teasing before the match begins.

During the match, Demi takes the first kite and does pretty well; it is her strong suit after all. But insolence and blink have it out for her, two bells dinging at once. She drinks the mysterious Dovlin, and the hunter loses sight of her—she immediately runs around the map to find you!

Since she’s a bit tipsy, she stumbles towards you, giggling as her arms snake around your shoulders, rubbing her cheek against yours. “Y/nnnnnn! My pretty girl!” she coos and giggles, swaying with you while you decode. “Are you proud of me, hun? This is the last cipher… Focus, darling.” “Demi…! Very proud! Now help me push the cipher!”

When the cipher pops, you were expecting to have to drag her to the gate, but she takes your hand, pulling you to it. While you’re decoding the gate door, she twirls one of her white strands of hair with her finger, leaning into you as she playfully bats her lashes at you. “Can I get a kiss from my beautiful girl?”

Please kiss her; you look so hot she wants to eat you up… When the gate opens, you gently cup her face with your latex gloves, and she practically melts in your hold. Her lashes flutter shut when your lips meet, a short but sweet kiss. When you two pull away, she shoots you a wink as you lick your lips, the taste of dovlin lingering on your glossy lips. “You’re very pretty too, Demi.”

 

Andrew Kreiss “Grave keeper”

A gasp leaves his lips when you take your spot beside him, but instead of sitting, you stay standing, leaning on the chair. Your outfit is filled with black lace, a gothic costume with pretty red roses. You were a part of a gothic vampire essence! Despite how much it showed, he genuinely thought you looked pretty in it.

“Hi Andrew!” The pale skin of his face immediately heats up, not realizing that he was staring at you. He immediately shrinks a bit and rips his gaze from you, whispering an apology.

Neither of you are first kite, nor do you get a heartbeat. You got a friendly hunter! Not only that, but it’s Red Church night! And you know how Andrew likes this setting as the night sky graces the environment, illuminated by candle lights and jack-o'-lanterns.

Finally, you found him in a corner, decoding a cipher, decoding away. You join him, a small smile on your face. You for him to talk to you first, to get comfortable, allowing him to simply enjoy your close presence. When the cipher was popped, there was silence between you both.

“You… Y-You look… Divine tonight, y/n,” he said softly, his red eyes meeting yours. Even if a lot was exposed, he saw past that, appreciating you... for you! Though, he did struggle a bit to keep his eyes on you, wanting to be respectful. “Thank you, my sweet Andrew.”

Since there’s not much to worry about, you two stay close together, enjoying each other’s presence while the other three were in the basement for some reason. Andrew followed you around in his shovel state, popping out halfway once you stopped, looking up at you curiously.

You crouched down, gently cupping his face in your lace gloves with a smile on your face. You brush some dirt from him, something you’ve grown used to. Leaning down, you press a soft kiss onto his forehead, making his breath hitch in his throat, his pale face becoming red once again, matching the blood red lipstick stain you left on his skin.

Naib Subedar “Mercenary”

When you take your seat beside him, you hum and tap the table in front of him, trying to get his attention. But he scoffs, keeping his arms crossed as he keeps his head lowered, hood over his eyes. “What?? No costume? I think you’ll like mine!” you cheer, but it doesn’t deter him from acting like… himself. You hum and push your plate of food to him, to which he accepts, giving you a nod of gratitude.

You take the first kite, but it doesn’t go so well. Whether you got terrorshocked on purpose or not, it doesn’t matter because the motherfuckin’ mercenary is on your team.

While you’re squirming on the chair, Naib suddenly slams into it from the power of his elbow pads, his arm over your head. The hunter had left, not needing to camp… Or they just got greedy after getting a terrorshock so early into the game.

His eyes lock onto yours, his brow furrowed as he took a sharp breath of air. “We gotta go; they’re sure to be back. Getting cocky 'cause you got terrorshocked,” he said in a low, hushed tone.

His strong hand takes the handle of the chair, ready to lift it off you until he pauses, looking down at your revealing costume, added with the angle he had of you as he loomed over your form.

Naib lifted the handle off of you, ripping the cuffs off before taking your wrist. He says nothing, dragging you along with him to safety as another survivor calls out that the hunter was on them. He takes you to a cipher, and when you decode with him, you realize he had missed many calibrations. He was actually on edge, worried about you. He definitely noticed your costume and stayed close to you for the rest of the game, practically your shadow, glaring daggers around the others.

[imperfectrotting]

Being stuck under the bed - NSFW

Characters: Mike, Norton, Naib, Luca, Victor and Andrew.

Contains: Suggestive Themes

Mike Morton

He knocks on your door at a rapid pace before barging in, calling out your name in a singing voice. He's confused when he doesn't immediately find you sitting on your bed. Rather, he finds your legs and behind sticking out underneath the bed. He approaches you with a twirl, and you don't even need to see his face to know that he's smirking. "Oh my, oh my! This is quite a surprising sight to stumble upon! Though i don't know if i do want to help you.." his voice wanders off as he stares at your wiggling ass, trying to get out.

He kneels down and grabs one cheek of your ass with one hand, while placing his other on your back, tracing the tips of his fingers to the rim of your pants, taking them off teasingly slow. "I'll take this as a reward for all the hard work that i've put into my shows, darling~" As his voice drops, with a husky tone in your ear, you know just what kind of trouble awaits you.

Norton Campbell

He knocks two times before entering your room. His eyes scan around the room for you, to have no luck. He's about to turn around and close the door when he hears some odd shuffling sound. His eyes turn towards your bed, where he finds you stuck. "Norton, is that you? Can you please help me out?" He walks towards you and looms over your figure, debating on what he should do.

He thinks back to the previous matches, where you absolutely teased the hell out of him, and led the hunter to him so he couldn't do anything to you during the match. But now it seems that luck isn't on your side anymore.

"Norton, why did you unzip your pants!? Norton!!?"

Naib Subedar

Naib quietly entered your room, expecting for you to be asleep, but instead he saw your ass sticking out from underneath the bed. He first let out a confused sigh before kneeling down, the slight blush on his face luckily not being visible in the dark.

"You.. how did you even.." he said quietly, his voice barely audible as a whisper. "Well.. what if i said i was stuck like this on purpose, just for you?" Something switched in his brain when he heard the flirty tone in your voice. You could hear his breathing get slightly heavier as he continued to stare at your behind.

He spread both of your legs slightly, kissing your inner thigh. You muffled your moan, not wanting to possibly wake the other survivors up.

Victor Grantz

After not hearing your usual response when he knocked, he got worried. He put his ear to the door, hoping to at least hear that you were alright. He heard some shuffling inside, so that reassured him that you at least were okay. Though maybe you did not hear him knock?

He twisted the door knob and quietly shut the door behind him. He instantly spotted half of your body sticking out from under your bed. He let out audible worried noises, as he kneeled down and looked around how to safely get you out from your bed.

"Victor, love.. could you please get my out of here?" The blonde boy wrapped his hands around your waist carefully, deciding that he must have imagined the flirty tone in your voice. With his body now behind yours, pressed against your ass he blushed. His mind was not helping him at all at the moment. But the moment you audibly moaned when he tried to pull you out of the bed, with his crotch against your ass, he suddenly got the hint that this was intentional.

His blush worsened, but this time he changed his grip to instead hold your hips. After all, didn't you want this boldness from the mute postman?

Luca Balsa

"Hey love, check this out!" He barged into your room with a box full of mechanical parts he had gathered. He ranted about what his next invention was going to be, when you interrupted him. "That does sound nice and all, but could you help me out first?" The wiggle you did when you finished the question made Luca's face red. He always admired your body, being very handsy when you allowed him to be. "A.. ah.. don't worry! I'll get you.. out.. of there, yeah.. ye .. yeah.. !" You smirked, knowing that the compromising position you made yourself stuck in, made Luca's mind rattle full with lustful thoughts.

The prisoner coudn't decide what to do next, he really did want to help you, but on the other hand it didn't sound like you truly did need help, plus you got into that position just for him, he was sure if it. He approached you with a grin, his hands quickly resting on your ass. You could feel him tremble from excitement, as he groped your as eagerly, pressing his body against it.

"Did you read my mind? Because i could use some stress relief"

Andrew Kreiss

You two were hanging out in your room, reading books. With him attempting to read your books. He was very thankful that you went out of your way to teach him how to read. His mind was always full of you, and thinking how he could ever succesfully express the love he held for you.

You put your book aside, a new idea popping inside of your head. You kneeled down and shuffled under your bed, pushing your body as far as you could, with your ass still sticking out. "Oh Andrew dear, could you help me out? It seems i'm stuck!"

He looked up from the book to look at you wiggling your ass at him in a seductive manner. Though he didn't understand your true intentions, and panicked when he saw that you were stuck. "O.. oh heavens! How did this happen? I.. i'm so sorry! I'll find help..!"

You had to stop him from panicking, not wanting another survivor to get you out of this predicement you got yourself into. "Andrew, i did this on purpose, you know? Because i know you sneak glances at me when you think i'm not looking" The way you taunted him made his entire face turn red, as he stood still like he got caught in the middle of a crime. He stuttered, trying to come up with a possible explanation, but he couldn't.

He loved you so much, and he felt embarrassed. You even knew about him sneaking glances at you like a pervert. Is that why you got into such a position, just for him..?

[sleepy-fiction]

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Table of Contents

•Marvel Rivals

•Date Everything

•Arcane

•Identity V

•Pressure (Roblox)

•Miscellaneous

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Marvel Rivals

Lin Lie:

Fists In The BlackLine: pt.1 Lin Lie [Iron Fist] x f!reader NSFW

pt.2 Lin Lie [Iron Fist] x f!reader NSFW

Don't Tell Your BF: Iron Fist [Lin Lie] x f!reader

Taming the Giantess: Iron Fist [Lin Lie] x f!giant!reader

Fires of Shao Lao: Lin Lie x f!reader x Shao Lao

misc:

Adam Warlock x Reader

Galacta x F!Reader

Date Everything

betty x timmy x gn!reader SMUT

timothy x gn!reader

shadow lord/ skips x gn!reader SMUT

the hanks x f!reader SMUT

Arcane

Bad for the both of us: MelVik NSFW

Hands off Gabriela: MelVik Nsfw

gotta crush: Jinx x F!Reader NSFW

liberation: jinx x f!reader

Friend of Noxus: Ambessa x Silco SFW

Drabble/Hc: Ambessa x Silco NSFW

Identity V

Andrew Kreiss x gn!reader NSFW

Ganji Gupta x gn!reader NSFW

AesVic NSFW

Edpatty NSFW

Efron weisz x reader

Richard Sterling x f!reader

Weeping Clown:

Please Madam!: Weeping Clown x f!reader NSFW

Relationship Exploration Drabble: Joker x Reader NSFW(?)

Pain & Glory: JokerMike NSFW

_P&G part 2: jokermike angst

__P&G part 3

___P&G part 4

JokerMike Drabble

Quickie: JokerMike One-shot NSFW

Pressure (Roblox)

Gold Ring: Sebastian Solace x gn!reader SFW

Eleven Weeks: pt.1 Sebastian Solace x gn!reader SFW

pt.2 Sebastian Solace x gn!reader NSFW

Miscellaneous

Alucard Tepes x reader NSFW

Johan Liebert x f!reader NSFW

Sal Fisher x reader NSFW

Bill Cipher Analysis

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[a018233]

hello! I know you have alot on your plate and I am willing to wait I love andrew and luca fighting over us (by us I mean th reader) that leads to a threesome (if you're comfy) if not then maybe what they'd do to win the reader over? (Ps this is my first time requesting anything! So this is new and cool to me)

✮⋆˙. Synopsis: Andrew and Luca don't bode well on many things, the only thing they can agree on is you. 1/2(?)

✮⋆˙. Content warning: yandere content, gn!reader, sex, threesome, spit, saliva. They're both kinda nasty.

✮⋆˙. A/N: originally I was gonna cuck Andrew LOOL, this is way too long than I expected it to be. This is just sorta a warmup before I go to my other rqs. Maybe I'll make a p2.

They don't get along. They're absolutely sick of each other, just knowing the other is breathing the same air as you and him is enough to irritate them both. Constantly glaring at each other and starting pity arguments that lead to nowhere but to your frustration.

But they love you, they adore you. They tell you in hushed whispers that you are their salvation, that you were in their lives as proof as forgiveness from the gods itself.

Your head is tilted as Andrew smothered his lips into a sloppy uncoordinated kiss, he's swallowing your moans that it almost makes him want to groan into your mouth. No matter how many times you've kissed, whether hot and heavy, or soft and chaste, he kisses with inexperience.

"Don't keep em all to yourself, they're mine too." Luca sighs, watching Andrew pull his lips away from yours. A string of saliva keeping you and the gravekeeper connected.

"Acknowledge me, I'm here too, love me too." The dark-haired male said with a slight frown, turning your cheek to face him. Only a breath away as he wiped the saliva away from your chin with his thumb. Andrew's brow knit together in dismay, watching the Prisoner break the string of saliva that bonded you two together. Silently giving the prisoner a not so pleased look.

You felt short-winded, the kiss so lightheaded inducing that your vision doubled for seconds as you caught your breath. Next thing you knew, your lips were captured into another kiss that wasn't sloppy and uncoordinated as before. Instead, it was eager and enthusiastic that it was almost forceful.

Andrew's lips turned into a thin line, watching Luca use a little more intensity he would've liked for you. Instead, he sighed and kept his eyes on your body. Watching your thighs rub together. Making Andrew's own lower region boil uncomfortably with heat. Seeing you completely nude while he and Luca were fully clothed was.. certainly making him feel some sort of way.

Andrew pealed his coat, dropping it onto the floor. The sound of his coat hitting the floor was comparable to sand falling to the soft noises you made and shared with Luca. As Luca was hunched over you, he was kissing you breathlessly. Almost forgetting to let you breathe as his tongue swirled against yours, his tongue sucking on yours relentlessly. Right before pulling away entirely, he spat in your mouth. "Mm, there we go." He exhaled, patting your cheek as he sat up.

"Don't be uncouth." Andrew said with disdain, looking over at Luca. Only to be met with a half effortless shrug. Andrew shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. Only this time much more gentle, giving you a little nudge to open your jaw. His tongue pressed against the bottom of your mouth. Sucking the prisoners saliva out of your mouth and swallowing it as he pulled away.

"Uncouth? Then that's just raunchy and obscene." The brunette recoiled, his eyebrows raising. Seeing Andrew steal his 'parting gift' to you.

"Never mind that, now what?" Andrew asked, begrudgingly looking back and forth between you and the prisoner. It wasn't that Andrew was naive to sex, but he's inexperienced and threes a crowd when it came to this sort of thing. It's a little too much when someone is grabbing what he's reaching for, especially if they aren't as keen on sharing just like him.

"We let them choose who goes first." Luca responded, grinning down at you as the two towered over you. Looking at you expectedly.

[mercillery]

ANDREW KREISS RELATIONSHIP OVERVIEW

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + MENTION OF ABLEISM + OOC? + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Andrew mains let me put you in my pocket and take care of you. And quit your jobs too, I will provide for you all.

Being in a relationship with Andrew is an adventure in patience, understanding, and love. Sure, love is a given in any relationship, but with Andrew, it's essential to navigate his unique quirks and preferences with a touch of extra care.

For instance, Andrew dislikes sunlight, so when it comes to planning dates, be prepared for moonlit strolls and stargazing rather than sunny picnics and beach outings. If you’re a sun worshipper, it’s time to stock up on moonblock instead.

Crowds? Forget about it. Andrew thrives in the quiet corners of the world, where the population density is low and the ambiance is serene. He’s the quintessential introvert, the kind who’d rather have a cozy evening at home than a bustling night out. If you’re the life-of-the-party type, this might require some adjustment.

When you first start dating, don't be surprised if he stumbles over his words or gets flustered over the simplest things. A casual brush of your hand against his might send him into a blushing frenzy. He might awkwardly laugh at things that aren’t jokes or offer you a flower he picked up without realizing it's a bit wilted. It's all part of his charm, though.

Andrew’s awkwardness comes from a place of inexperience rather than indifference. He genuinely wants to give you all his love and affection, but he’s not quite sure how to go about it. He’s learning, slowly but surely, how to open up and let someone into his world. Please be patient with him.

The early days of your relationship might be filled with small, tentative steps. Once he’s actually comfortable around you enough, maybe he’ll invite you to the cemetery, showing you his world in a way that’s meaningful to him. Don’t be surprised if he seems more at ease there, where he’s surrounded by the familiar. It might seem unconventional, but for Andrew, it's a big step toward letting you into his life.

His awkwardness is part of what makes him so endearing. Every hesitant smile and gesture is a sign of his growing affection for you. He's new to all of this, and it feels weird to him, but in the best way possible. As he becomes more comfortable, you'll see glimpses of his true self—a kind, thoughtful person who’s just been waiting for someone to understand him.

I think it should be flat-out obvious that Andrew is not one for grand displays of affection. Don't expect sweeping romantic gestures or elaborate declarations of love. He shows his feelings through small, meaningful actions that speak volumes about his deep affection for you. You might find a single flower left on your pillow, a delicate token of his feelings. Or, during difficult moments, he'll be there, quietly holding your hand, offering comfort and support without saying much.

Andrew has a way with words, but he prefers to write them down rather than speak them. You might receive handwritten notes from him, filled with poetic descriptions of his emotions and how much you mean to him. These notes are treasures, capturing his heartfelt sentiments in a way spoken words often can't.

His love language is all about acts of service and giving thoughtful gifts. He'll go out of his way to do little things that make your life easier, whether it's fixing something around the house, cooking a meal, or simply being there when you need him. These acts, though seemingly simple, are his way of showing how much he cares.

As for gift giving, receiving gifts from Andrew is always special because they're never random. Each gift is chosen with care and has a personal significance. It could be a book he knows you'll love or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

Having been the victim of ableism and cruelly labeled the “white-haired monster” because of his albinism, Andrew struggles with the painful memories of his past. These experiences have left deep scars, making it difficult for him to trust and open up to others. However, he trusts you and is comfortable enough to lean on you for emotional support, finding solace in your presence.

Andrew’s past is a heavy burden he carries, and it’s not easy for him to talk about it. The wounds from being ostracized and misunderstood run deep, really deep. That being said, he’ll seem distant or reluctant to share his feelings. But with your gentle encouragement and unwavering support, he slowly begins to open up. It’s a gradual process, marked by small breakthroughs and quiet conversations where he reveals his inner turmoil. Your compassion acts as a balm for his wounded soul, helping him to heal bit by bit.

And if you reveal your own issues to him, Andrew gives you his full attention. He wants to be there for you just as you have been there for him. He may not always have the right words to say, but his presence and understanding are more than enough.

He might not be an expert in comforting others, but he genuinely tries his absolute best to make you feel better. His attempts might be awkward or clumsy, but they are always heartfelt. Whether it's sitting quietly by your side, offering a reassuring touch, or simply listening without interrupting, Andrew’s efforts show how much he cares.

He understands how much it means to have someone there during difficult times because he's been on the receiving end of your support. He wants to reciprocate that same level of care and understanding. His empathy runs deep, and even if he struggles to find the right words, his actions speak volumes. He might bring you a small token of comfort, like a warm cup of tea or a favorite book, as a way to show he's thinking of you.

In those moments when you need a shoulder to lean on, Andrew's there, providing a quiet, steady presence that offers a sense of calm and security. He knows the value of having someone who listens and understands, and he strives to be that person for you. His dedication to your well-being is evident in the way he prioritizes your needs and makes an effort to be there for you, just as you have been there for him. He wants to make you feel the same way you make him feel when he opens up about his own issues: understood, valued, and better.

If you ever want to surprise Andrew and watch him melt, gift him iris flowers. He has a special fondness for irises because someone once told him that iris will turn into a rainbow and carry kind souls to heaven.

So when you give him iris flowers, it’s not just a gift; it’s a gesture that genuinely touches his heart. The fact that these flowers come from you, the person he loves, makes the gesture even more meaningful. You’ll see his eyes light up and a smile spread across his face as he gently takes the flowers.

Andrew might hold the irises with a reverence that speaks volumes about how much this gesture means to him. He might even get a bit emotional from the simple yet profound act of receiving these flowers from you, evoking a deep sense of love and gratitude. In his quiet, heartfelt way, he’ll thank you, stumbling over his words as he tries to express just how much this means to him.

Your relationship is built on these little moments, these quiet acts of love that speak louder than any grand proclamation. It’s a partnership where both of you bring out the best in each other, healing wounds and creating a bond that’s deeply personal and profoundly touching. And if anyone asks, you can always joke that your love story started in a cemetery with a guy who’s more comfortable with the dead than the living—but who learned to cherish the living soul who loves him.

[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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Ask taken off of my old side blog I never posted on lol. I wanted to take it here since I wanted to hit my main audience!!

Andrew isn't an extreme religious stickler, but it has its ways of pulling him to the back of his mind, questioning his faith for even the smallest things. He has deep ties with Christanity and suffers moral conflictions due to his past actions, but because he has such a complex for reverence, he also believes that if it is done by you, good or bad, he may be able to put aside his own beliefs in favor of you. Andrew already feels as if he ought to repent for his sinful ways, so if an Angel like you are too corrupted in your own right, perhaps he isn't the monster of a sinner he believes he is to be in his core.

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How about reader and some idv characters got a matching costumes?

Outfit Sync

Tag: Naib x gn!reader, Andrew x f!reader Warning: grammar & spelling

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Sometimes, you find yourself genuinely baffled by how the manor manages to come up with so many costumes. The variety is overwhelming, some outfits look like they’ve been pulled straight out of another century, completely out of touch with the present. Others are so frilly or cutesy that you feel more like a child playing dress-up than someone preparing for a serious match.

Today is no exception. You eye the latest outfit handed to you by Nightingale with a mix of caution and curiosity. But to your surprise, it’s… actually quite nice. Elegant, even. It fits well, the fabric feels comfortable, and the design is far more flattering than the tattered clothes you’re usually stuck with.

You turn it over in your hands, running your fingers along the details, trying to guess what sort of theme it’s meant to represent. There's a quiet sophistication to it, almost like it was made with a story in mind. Whatever the inspiration, you find yourself liking it more than you'd care to admit.

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Mercenary - Naib Subedar

Tch. Another day, another match, another godforsaken dump of a map to crawl through.

He sits with the same stony expression etched into his face, body angled slightly away from the group. His arms fold across his chest in that closed-off way he’s known for. Cold. Distant. Intentionally intimidating. That’s fine with him.

What’s not fine is watching the one person he actually relies on in matches, the one person who understands his hand signals and doesn't waste time emoting in corners, suddenly get up and leave the table. Without a word.

Great. Just great. Minus one competent teammate.

He scowls, trying to convince himself it’s fine. Maybe you just needed a break. Maybe you were tweaking your persona build. Game sense. Sure. That’s it.

Still… there’s a nagging unease in his gut. What if the manor replaces you again? It’s done that before, last-second switchouts that ruined all his tactical prep. He clicks his tongue in irritation, loud enough to startle a few of the chatting survivors nearby. He closes his eyes, trying to push it out of his mind.

Minutes pass.

The scrape of a chair being pulled across the floor breaks his focus. Finally, took it long enough.

He opens one eye, almost expecting to see a stranger.

But no, it’s still you. And…

What the hell?

You're wearing a new outfit. Not just any outfit, either, it matches his. The same palette, similar fabric, enough variation to stand on its own, but side-by-side? There’s no denying it. The manor paired you up.

Of course it did.

He stiffens slightly, but his expression stays neutral. No one needs to see his reaction. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as you settle into your seat, fidgeting, clearly nervous.

Did you… go back there just to change?

A strange feeling coils in his chest, equal parts confusion, flattery, and… something else he doesn’t want to name. You look… Striking

He forces his gaze back to the front, jaw tightening.

Damn it. Stupid manor.

He watches the way you fidget in your seat, clearly nervous. Did you really just run back there just to change into that? Part of him wants to laugh. Part of him feels… something else.

The outfit suits you.

It suits you too well.

His gaze drops against his will, taking in every little detail. The fit, the boots, the subtle matching details. His head betrays him with one intrusive thought after another.

He groans quietly, trying to shake the images out.

But his eyes wander again, just in time to meet yours.

You're watching him, not directly, but from the corner of your eye. Subtle. Hesitant. Like you're waiting for something. Approval? Feedback?

He should be annoyed. He wants to be. But instead, his mouth moves before his brain can stop it.

"You look good."

The words hang in the air. He blinks. Regret sets in. Naib nearly slaps himself.

What the hell was that?

Before he can backpedal, your response comes out in a flustered blur.

"Thank you, you look really handsome– I mean… you're not bad either…"

You shrink back in your chair, clearly dying inside.

Why must you act so damn cute?

Naib stares at you for a second longer than he means to, expression unreadable but thoughts absolutely screaming. Then he turns his head away with a quiet huff, slouching just slightly to hide the strange warmth crawling up his neck.

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Grave Keeper - Andrew Kreiss

Same day. Same waiting room. Same quiet hum of voices he doesn’t belong to.

Andrew sits in his usual corner, fingers laced around his shovel’s handle. The weight is familiar. Comforting. He doesn’t make eye contact with anyone. No one bothers him, and he prefers it that way. Keeps things simple. Keeps the thoughts quiet.

The door opens.

You step in, light-footed, the manor’s dim lighting catching just enough on your hair, your skin, the soft fabric of the outfit that looks… like his.

Matching.

His grip on the shovel tightens. Breath caught. His hair shields half his face, but not enough to hide how his eyes follow you, drawn, helpless, like a moth to a flame.

The same worn leather. Same dark accents. Same hint of mystery. But where it hangs on him like armor, on you it settles like divinity.

For a moment, he can’t look away.

You look like something beyond human. Ethereal. Like you just stepped out of a dream… or a prayer.

Angelic.

He feels a tightness in his chest, like something’s been lodged there, lodged there by you.

You glance around the table. Your eyes scan past the others and land on him.

Of course, you sit next to him.

He panics silently. Shoulders stiff. Head low. What is he supposed to do with this information? With the warmth creeping up his neck?

You shift in your seat beside him, tugging lightly at the edge of your glove. Fidgeting. Waiting.

His mouth moves before his brain catches up.

"…My goddess."

The words are no louder than a breath. A whisper. A reverent confession not meant for ears beyond his own.

But you hear it.

He feels it in how your movements still. The air shifts. Realization hits him like a shovel to the face.

Blood rushes to his ears. He shoves his face lower, burying his face into his hands. Maybe if he sinks low enough, you’ll forget he exists. Maybe the ground will swallow him whole.

You tilt your head, a slight questioning look crossing your face.

"…What was that?"

He freezes. His heart pounds. Please don’t make me explain.

"I-I mean my goodness…" He stammers, voice suddenly higher than usual, as he scrambles to fix it. "…The clothes suits you" He bites his lip, hands trembling, and wishes he could just disappear.

The words hang in the air, awkward and hopeless.

You just stare at him. No teasing. No mocking. Just a calm understanding. It’s like you can see the mess of thoughts he’s trying desperately to hide.

And then, finally, you smile. Just a small, quiet one.

Your voice is gentle as you offer. "Thank you… You look stunning too."

His stomach does a strange flip at your words. His breath hitches for a moment. He doesn’t know why, but those words hit harder than he expected.

You ... actually complimented him.

It feels like an angel just offered him a blessing, and he’s not sure his heart can handle it.

He blinks rapidly, trying to process what you just said. His heart races, and his hands tighten around the shovel’s handle again. His face is burning, and despite his best efforts, he can’t seem to look anywhere but at you.

Andrew doesn’t think he’ll ever recover from this.

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Sorry that it took this so long. I have lots of exams the previous week.

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By the word " ; { general headcanons }

🪻🪦 ~ > andrew kreiss & gn! [lover] reader (you ♡)

a/n: everyone, i learned how to do the 'keep reading' thing!! i'm so sorry i didn't do this for my previous posts TT

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andrew who would, during matches, not hesitate to throw himself in harm's way to cover a hit for you. he generally wouldn't do this for anyone else --- as he grew up on his own, he's learned to fend for himself --- but oh how things changed with you.

andrew would also not think twice before carrying you during the dangerous tricks you pull in matches. he may be on the frail side, but he would exert what strength he could to get you safely out of there. regardless of how he does it.

andrew would want to be close to you at all times. he's never had anyone close to him growing up, having lost his mother at an age so young, and so he is so, so attached to his lover. whether it'd be just holding your elbow, or even being around you --- anything is fine. he is largely dependent on your comfort.

andrew does not have a lot of energy to socialize. however, with you, it seems as if it regenerates so quickly. residents of the manor report that, suddenly, he's no longer frowning and sulking whenever you are around.

andrew loves physical affection. as long as you are both away from prying eyes and potentially dangerous individuals (and the sun), he is willing to cuddle up for hours.

andrew adores the praise that you rain upon him. while he might say nothing and only bashfully nod, his heart pounds so quickly he might just explode if he doesn't embrace you on the spot--- that is how grateful he is. growing up, he has been nothing but insecure and self-conscious. hearing you say it would be enough for him to melt.

speaking of which, andrew has issues managing his self-esteem. he often questions his worth and his behaviors are very obvious despite his attempts to hide his struggles. he may deny your help, but he wants it. he wants reassurance, and he wants it from you.

andrew is cautious especially if it's about protecting you. andrew may be timid and shy, but he isn't a baby. he will do whatever it may take so long as he is assured that you are safe even if it means making a few enemies around the manor.

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BONUS: developing feelings

andrew kept pushing these feelings down, deep down. he tried to get rid of them before they could grow --- he became stern, avoidant, and even a little 'rude' towards you for a while in hopes of erasing these feelings.

between the both of you, it might be that you were the one who confessed first

during your confession, andrew attempted to flee out of embarrassment and the fear of vulnerability. once. twice. mayybeee thrice --- you couldn't count anymore, you had to drag him back to you

it was definitely a difficult day trying to convince him, but with a word here and a few touches there, he finally calmed down.

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CALL OF THE SEA — ANDREW KREISS

pairing: gloomy octopus!andrew kreiss x gn!reader synopsis: How does one capture the heart of a sea creature? There is only one way to find out, and that is by asking you. How were you able to catch the attention of this not-so-sweet octopus? content: 2.5k words, fluff, light angst, mentions of violence/scars and injuries, fuck it no beta read, can be seen as platonic or romantic, heavily based on a real species of octopus (and yes their name is indeed ''gloomy octopus'') idk what more....hey yall

In a sea of pearls, corals and everlasting salt lies hundreds of possibilities. Days go on with the lingering fear of never coming back at all, but never enough to not make you run to the shore and hop on your humble boat for another day full of fishing. Willingly or unwillingly but always because you need that extra cash and your luck seems to never run out on board, the scales and slippery texture becoming all too frequent with the more creatures you whisk away. Plenty of fish come and go in your hands, and so does money as soon as the weekly fair opens, residents with their sun-kissed skin piling up at your stall to get their hands on your biggest catch. 

Sincerely, you could quit your day job for this. The sea deserves your time more than any irritating deadline or customer; the sparkling water matches your twinkling eyes as you witness the waves and the sea foam forming at the edges.

But sometimes, there is a gap in your busy routine that offers you the time to just enjoy the simple act of sailing, and your usual peaceful meetings with the sea animals can turn into a bit more.

The gloomy octopus is only bound by the rules of nature, otherwise, it's fully decided to live a lonely routine — or rather, forced by his origin. Despite being lucky enough to be born as a species that defied the solitary stereotypes among other octopuses, his rejection was premature, and he found himself alone before even learning how to defend himself. Still, he accepted it as mercy long ago, it was the only way to face the painful truth that no one was willing to protect him, to die and kill for him.

But he could kill for himself. If anything, living for himself was the only way to survive in hostile waters; there were no options for a comfortable and laid-back life, not when he looked like this—pale, completely devoid of color, alone without his primary defense mechanism: camouflage. 

Yes, being a white, obvious big “dot” in the sea didn't help in his tortuous pursuit of living. Animals are led by their instincts, and so is he, said instincts screaming at him to keep swimming, to keep trying to find coral reefs tall enough to hide his lanky members, to try and fit under rocks that were clearly not made for a monster of his size. It's humiliating; it elicits a frustration that creeps up his body, wraps and burns like the sting of a stubborn jellyfish, venomous, near deadly, just as he learned to be eventually.

So he doesn't know why the moment he's got just another pesky nuisance to get rid of, lanky fingers wrapped around their throat, their rapid pulse under his commanding hold—his body freezes as if, for a moment, hesitating for a prey. Hesitating for a human.

You had been lurking in his territory, you see. Too close for comfort, and it's an unspoken rule across the ocean depths that trusting humans was foolish, better be safe than sorry, better to kill before they wander too much. He had been silently stalking for a while, letting you catch his prey, offering that fake sense of security until he could make his one and only move.

Sailors know better than being ordered by fear; they learn to make use of it—which makes them smarter, methodical, and infinitely more stressful. But you? In his eyes, a personification of naivety; he almost couldn't believe in something more stupid, so easy to take down, yet so insufferably startled and fearful like he was once. Frightened eyes that stared right through his; amidst a tangle of tentacles, each breath taken like it was the last, and you still gathered enough air in your lungs to plead for a second chance. He should have turned you into a pile of broken bones by now; he was good at it; it wouldn't take much more than a few seconds to see you turn limp. 

But he didn't, and that marked the end of his perpetual cycle of violence.

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Octopus!Andrew who, without a doubt, left an unforgettable imprint in your usually peaceful sea adventures. Your throat, too, will never forget; it took a few weeks and lots of turtlenecks to hide the stubborn marks. Your customers were worried when seeing your absence during weekly fairs, the elders though? They had their doubts about your numerous excuses involving being too sick to sail.

Octopus!Andrew that has you wondering all day, all night. All those dull weeks spent thinking why he spared your life, and most importantly, what was he? 

Octopus!Andrew that couldn't believe his senses when detecting the loud rumbling of your engine boat coming closer, groaning inwardly that you decided to disturb his rest like many times before. And if you think he's going to give you a hard time? He absolutely will. As soon as you approach his location, his first thought is to grab the nearest rock and swing his arm towards your boat, which does get you to squeak and scramble to dodge, the potency of his throw making a weak pebble deadly. You give up for today.

Octopus!Andrew that for the next few days has to deal with the same rumbling of your engine, and you have to deal with the same load of rocks with the strength of cannon balls. Your humble locomotive had so many parts replaced that you might as well call it your own version of the ship of Theseus. Andrew has yet to know why you have such nonexistent survival instincts, but so much patience.

Octopus!Andrew that couldn't bother to shoo you away after two weeks of constant visitations, and just decided to hide and ignore you until you gave up. He stares through his blurry vision at the bottom of your boat and your silhouette now and then. You're looking for trouble, him, and he is not gonna give you that satisfaction.

Octopus!Andrew that at this point we all understand is a fierce protector of his territory, keeping any other sea beasts at bay, except you who is not much of a threat at this point. You just have to be the most annoyingly curious being he's ever met, and that's all you seem to have to push you forward.

Octopus!Andrew who refuses petulantly all of your attempts to bribe him with food; you can't see much aside from his tentacles dragging on the soil as he disappears into another dark hole when you toss him a fresh piece of tuna. He does take that as you trying to mock him and belittle his hunting skills.

Octopus!Andrew that one day is ambushed by a group of orcas, his life flashing through his eyes as he swims as fast as he can. The ocean is cruel, unforgiving, and any living sea creature knows how deadly an encounter with these cetaceans can be. He barely makes it out alive, adding more wounds to his wide collection. He slips in and out of consciousness when he is finally tucked into a safe cavity, the severity of his injuries causing him to wail in pain. He watches as the water mixes up with his blood, helplessly clutching at the deep cut on his stomach before everything goes black, and suddenly, the ocean feels welcoming for the first time, an undefeated force that hugs his body and lets it sink.

Octopus!Andrew that realizes his tragic death went off script, as he opens his eyes and doesn't see his own idealized version of heaven, but the vast blue sky. It hurts to breathe, but the air fills his lungs forcefully either way, and the side-to-side motion of a familiar boat makes his head spin. 

He is trapped with the same human he learned to tolerate and yearned to loathe again.

Octopus!Andrew who, unlike all of your abstract merfolk stories filled with romance and a spoonful of drama, feelings hidden beneath a thin layer of scales and family issues, is completely raw and blunt with what he is feeling at first sight; tipping over animalistic as he fights and struggles against a non-existent danger—you're anything but able to hurt a creature of that size, never were those your wishes when you witnessed him bleeding and hurting. 

Octopus!Andrew that owns a lot of scars, tainting the pale skin like splotches of ink. You were only able to catch a glimpse of his collection when he was limp and damn heavy to drag into your boat, and as you stopped his bleeding, a sight you wish never to see again. The good thing is that you did a great job with limited resources. The bad thing is how Andrew ruins your work as soon as he wakes up and tries to scramble back into the open sea with all his effort, just to swallow down his pride and slump back against your boat when he twists his body and the pain that flared on the area was so much he nearly passed out again.

Octopus!Andrew is from the outside, a problematic creature with violence as his natural way of comprehending the world. He doesn’t bend to your will, is not familiar with human concepts, and is assuredly not willing to assimilate your words. The shock makes him feel more trapped in this boat, injured, than he has ever felt in his own skin. He’d die before divulging his fear of the unfamiliar, he’d kill to keep this secret sealed shut, but that was before his near-death experience.

Octopus!Andrew is not docile, but at best, he doesn’t try to flee anymore. You brought him to what you call a ‘’safe place’’, a grotto with no signs of civilization; just you and him, him and you. It’s all you can offer so he keeps you under his scrutiny at all times. Your hands were his personal enemy whenever you tended to his injuries, now, they are a constant itch on his skin because you’re always so warm, no matter what you do. The human skin is still a recent discovery for him, but you never appear to judge when he yet again shies away from your touch.

Octopus!Andrew who swears that you lost your mind when you take all your chances to be near. He is everything but an animal that a sailor wants to approach, he wouldn't need to use an ounce of his brutal strength to reach out with his tentacles and break your arms and legs, one by one. It doesn't matter, though, because he didn't glare at you for the first time in weeks when you got a few centimeters close; it's clear that it makes your entire day, even if you might want to hide your excitement. 

Octopus!Andrew noticed that you always strive for communication, every visit accompanying a new attempt: mimicry, paper, exaggerating the movements of your mouth until he bristles with embarrassment and you two finally settle for simple yes or no questions, nothing more than basic vocabulary that he could grasp easily. He thinks it’s best that way, you already look too curious about his nature, and your stares full of worry make him burn. It’s different from the scalding sun, but they are there until such time comes when he locks eyes with you, and now it’s his turn to make you burn with unease.

Octopus!Andrew who once hissed in dissatisfaction at the sound of your voice, found himself unconsciously preferring it over the cold silence of the grotto he was now constantly lounging around. Even if he can only understand a few easy words, the phonemes sound nice when they reach his ears. He is ignorant of the fact you took notice of that and began to bring books to your visits, reading them out loud, even if, at first glance, you were only supposed to stay until he healed completely and then part ways. Neither of you says anything about it, you just hope he won’t suddenly register the fact and swim away.

Octopus!Andrew that one day finally reached out to you, not to kill, not to hurt—but to feel. You didn't realize when the octopus far from you let one of his elongated limbs slither its way across the gravel to slowly attach itself to one of your ankles. You expected to be yanked into the ocean and learn your last lesson for being so trusting and ignorant, but there was no pull, just the awkward silence from an animal who is feigning disinterest while lounging on the edge of the water, resting his chin on his hand and looking away with the usual grumpy expression.

It becomes a habit, almost a silent message that you don't have permission to go. There is no such thing as leaving, not when his tentacle is so stubbornly glued to exposed parts of your flesh: a sliver of skin that appears when you bend your knees while wearing pants, maybe your calf if you decide to go with shorts, your wrist if you prop your hand on the floor. The texture is slimy and cold; you're getting a taste of your own medicine, and he can't say that he doesn't enjoy that.

Octopus!Andrew, who was once used to his centuries of loneliness, now can barely stand the thought of what his life once was like before his fateful encounter with you. You pulled him out of his comfort zone, out of his miserable lifestyle and quiet sorrow. He can't say that sometimes his routine of killing or being killed didn't feel like an easier method to release his frustrations, like turning back to his old ways was almost comforting, familiar. It's all he knows and it's what he's done best, so relapsing comes effortlessly. Like an addict, he chases for what he's known to be—a monster.

Octopus!Andrew expects disappointment when he disappears for days, he couldn't blame you if you decided to let go of him when he comes back with bruises on his body that tell more than the few words he could muster. It was shameful to turn away from your care because of a gut feeling that screams he is undeserving. But you always had a way to surprise him, always so insistent on putting his well-being first, with that flicker of obstinate determination that battled his own.

So when realization dawned upon him that you had no plans to leave, that's when things changed for good.

Octopus!Andrew knows that he's changed, his heart once filled with lingering suspicion now residing in quiet acceptance. You noticed it too, how he surrendered to your resilience, how his limbs molded to your touch, flinching less and communicating more. Who would have thought that his troubled mind would be soothed by the hands of a human? 

Octopus!Andrew who perceived you in a different light now, maybe you noticed that too from how his eyes trailed over your features with pure intensity? Or how he learned to share his own food with you, offering the freshest catch still struggling in his hands with a look that dared you to deny? How he left his usual spot, the safe haven you showed him, to protectively stalk you on your way back home? 

Andrew has a feeling you only came to truly realize his loyalty when you were allowed to hold his hand without thinking twice.

notes: this draft was catching dust for a whole ass year its actually embarrassing...💀consider this my apology to yall bc NO my lazy ass did not finish the next chapter of the self-aware!au even if its been a year and a half since my last update!!!!!!👏👏👏 yeah this is the type of sloth they talk about in the bible. shoutout to my probably only two readers who are still after i basically abandoned everything to reblog arcane and tlou content like the cronically online slut i am😇😇, i respect your determination. anyway tomorrow (june 4th) is my birthday yayyyy

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`•- 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!

[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!”

[thiolliers-consort]

IDV x GN! reader who experiences minor hallucinations

Characters: Andrew Kreiss, Richard Sterling Ithaqua

Warnings: toxic relationship (Richard), mentally unwell characters, manipulative behavior (Richard), mentions of breaking down (Ithaqua), no beta reader

Written specifically for people with BPD but it’s vague enough for anyone with hallucinations caused by something else

Andrew Kreiss

🪦 He gets its, he really does

🪦 Whenever his mother passed he wouldn’t stop hearing her voice everywhere he went.

🪦 He saw her face in everyone to the point where a triple check wasn’t enough

🪦 When you see something out of the corner of your eye or you hear a voice that wasn’t truly there, he’s quick to reassure you

🪦 Andrew isn’t the best at comforting and might start praying if you’re feeling upset over your hallucinations

🪦 Whether that makes it better or worse for you is up to you and you can decide how to deal with it

🪦 If you’re uncomfortable with his praying or attempted comfort, he will visibly stop, but he can’t help himself from praying when you’re not around. He just wants you safe

🪦 He’ll try to relate to you

🪦 He wants you to know that you’re not alone and that he faces similar challenges

🪦 If you’re experiencing specific types of hallucinations based on trauma you experienced in the past, he’ll try his hardest to be there for you and to listen to your experiences

🪦 He tries not to pry, but he’s not an extremely patient person. He tries though

Richard Sterling

⚔️ “Oh hell yeah” - Richard probably

⚔️ He starts thinking of how he can use hallucinations to his advantage

⚔️ Of course he will help you and he will be kind and loving, but only so he can build you up before breaking you down

⚔️ As soon as you start hallucinating, he will do small things to make you feel worse or make the hallucinating stronger so that he seems like a greater hero when he helps you

⚔️ While your relationship develops, he starts developing some empathy for you and decides to truly help but for the wrong reasons

⚔️ He finds it disturbing once everything reaches a certain point. Were it anyone else, he’d find it humorous, but you are his lover and he can’t help but feel a little upset after your episodes

⚔️ Of course he doesn’t completely stop, but he tries to tone his manipulation down so that he can stop feeling so damn bad about himself

Ithaqua

🌪️ he doesn’t really care

🌪️ Not in a “I don’t care deal with it yourself” kind of way, but in a “I don’t care I still love you and it doesn’t change anything” kind of way

🌪️ He has his own problems that he prefers to deal with himself and expects the same out of you

🌪️ If you express your want for his support, then he’ll try, but don’t expect him to be very comfortable

🌪️ He wants you to be happy, but he’s been so mentally removed from everything that he finds it difficult to put any more effort into you than he puts into himself

🌪️ He’ll reassure you, but forget about any type of physical contact

🌪️ He’s had his fair share of hallucinations after his mother passed, but he never had someone to lean on so he assumes that it’ll be the same for you

🌪️ The only way he would realistically put more effort in is if he decides to work on himself or if he sees you breakdown.

🌪️ If you breakdown in front of him one of two things will happen. He will either leave out of fear that he’ll make things worse for you, or he’ll take it as a sign to step up

🌪️ It will be small at first, but he really is trying

[sleepy-fiction]

Please, God

○ andrew kriess x gn!reader

○ 5.8K WORDS

syn: you're a wicked temptation he should be running from, but you make him so hard. Please, God, let him cum.

tgs: NSFW reader bottom, undisclosed sex and gn sex terms for reader, andrew overcomes fear of sex (religious oppression), loaded religious terms, masturbation, unprotected penetration, silly virus, andrew busts 7 million nuts cause hes sensitive as hell, cutesy fluff, comedic, comfort

a/n: I had so much fun writing this. It was entirely self-serving. but for those who are scared that this will be mostly angst, lit dw I try to balance comedy and a whole lot of romantic sex within it!! It's not meant to be a deep dive but more so a sexy comfort fic looll. pls give it a read it's super funny and cutesy and ofc, sexy as hell

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Andrew knows he shouldn't. He's always set so behind others - he was born a monster - a sinner. He had to work harder to relieve the favor of his community, of his God. He can't stop now. He has to continue. But a wicked, beastly desire within him was stirring in his belly. Tormenting his soul. It raged like a fire within his heart, that sparked down brilliant flares to his loins.

He swallows thickly.

It all started when you came into town.

You were a foreigner, different in how you talked, spoke, and carried yourself. He could taste the sunny vibe you glittered as you talked to everyone, including him. He had learned from gossip that you were a traveling merchant, coming here to rest from your travels before you head to the capital. And though he tried to protect them from the contagious sin that was him- you never stopped talking to him.

You didn't stop either when you cornered him against the cemetery gate, demanding he homes to see you in your inn. Saying how cruel he was for running from you and assuming you didn't like his company for "forcing him away" as you call it.

You were so close, so angry, and so zealous about him visiting you. You demanded him to see you and even went as far as to confess that you loved his company- alone. He swallowed thickly. You said it all in innocence, but the way you made him feel wasn't. Your arm pinned him against the gate by his collar. All the while your face had such a serious expression he had never seen you wear before.

He said yes quickly because he wanted you away from him, so the glittering feelings would disappear. But you persisted, scolding him until you got your fill. You only stopped when you noticed his trembling breath and shaking hands.

Before you left, you told him one last thing, "Tomorrow evening. Dress nicely." He already knew what that invitation meant.

You were taking him to dinner.

If only you knew he was shaking, not because he was afraid of you but because of the wickedness in his body. He was afraid of how excited he was. Afraid of how his body seemed to tingle in a way, he thought he shut down when he was a preteen.

If only you saw the way he squirmed.

If only you could see him now.

Andrew stood naked from the waist down in his home's small bathroom, his hands tugging and pulling at his amazingly wet cock. His clothes bunched at his ankles. His dick dribbled and spat up like a hungry animal, creating erotically slick sounds for every tug.

He just had to make it go away.

His cock was boiling in his hands, his face burning a brilliant red as his free hand held up his shirt. His eyes slapped lidded, moans barreling out at the most sensitive touches.

It normally only took a few pumps, but God was this taking long.

He leaned back against the wall of his bathroom, sinking his back into it and lazily drooping his head down to look at his weeping cock.

He dropped his shirt, and his free hand greedily met his other in massaging his cock, the two-handed squeezing and rubbing causing his back to arch off the wall as his moans filled the bathroom.

Please, he hopes God--

"Just touching there?"

He hears the phantoms of your voice egging him on from the depths of his wicked mind. He gasped at the idea, the sound so clear in his mind that he even looked for you and found nothing. But it continued, "Play with your tip, while you stroke yourself." He groaned painfully at the thought.

He leaned down to watch himself. Obeying as his fingers fluttered, light circles into his tip, while his other hand stroked himself viciously. The friction had him cry out, his legs buckling and shivering under the pressure.

He was going to come.

His moans peaked, his mind betraying him. As he imagined you, staring at him with that intense glare. He bursts, shooting hot, thick streams that splatter against the toilet.

With a dry moan, he leans back against the wall panting viciously.

"What? You're finished just like that," you egg him in his thoughts.

He looks down frantically, staring at his still achingly hard cock.

A whimper flees from his lips, "Oh no..." He tries to shut his eyes, praying it all will go away.

"No what?"

"No... I can't keep..."

"Touch it, Andrew." You command.

He bucks his hips forward in delight. "No." He rushes out of his bathroom, haphazardly pulling up his clothes safely around his waist, rushing to his bed. He barrels into it face first, groaning at the minuscule friction it gives him. Uncontrollably his hips rock into the bed, his poor cock mewling for pleasure.

"Andrew," you tease, he moans in delight, "I want you-"

"No!" He yells. Andrew barrels up to his feet, running out of his home deep into the dead of night. "That house's cursed," he yells into the late air for none to hear. His feet clamored against the pavement, eyes following the streetlights, as he ran to the only place he knew.

Andrew ran into the local Inn before he even knew where he was headed. He burst through the large oak doors and was greeted by the blinding lights of the warm building. He hissed and covered his eyes with his hand. Yet, his bursting into the doors was not a pleasant sight for the innkeeper.

"Oh. It's Kriess," she grumbled. Amid his panic, he was delighted to note that she at least used his name.

But the delight quickly warped to horror.

Why did he come here?

What sort of wicked spirit is possessing him right now?

"I-I shouldn't be here," He squeaks, but it falls on deaf ears.

"Room Nine, third floor," the lady grumbles.

"W-What!" He barked.

"Are you raising your damn tone at me?"

"No, I would never--"

"Get out of here! Get you, white devil!" She barrels as she points to the staircase.

With a terrified gasp, Andrew ran up the stairs, not stopping until he hit the third floor. By now, he was shivering, his teeth clamoring together, his heart beating so fast it could burst. Paranoia ensues him, as his eyes flicker down the hall, left to right with no real substance.

White devil, white monster. He's here acting on his demonic instincts, trying to satisfy the needs of his flesh. What sort of prayer would get him out of this? He needs to know. Please, God he--

"Oh? If my eyes are correct, that's Andrew Kriess!"

You spoke.

He heard your chipper voice mumble. His whole body takes a much-needed deep breath. A mewl of delight escapes him, as his mind floods with serenity.

It was the real you this time.

His head turned to see you at your doorstep, with a cozy robe on. You were preparing for bed, even now you looked so radiant. Your eyes were filled with fondness that fondness that made his heart squeeze. "I was just going out to get - wait. What's wrong?" Your face droops instantly.

You move so quickly to get so dear to him, laying a hand on his shoulder and staring deep into his eyes with that intense look on your face. That's when his grateful tranquility flutters into pure embarrassment.

With a growl, he stammers, eyes trying not to look into yours. His hands fly up as he tries to speak, "I- I thought... It- was," yet nothing of substance comes out.

"Hey? Andrew? What the hell--"

"D-Dont curse," He squeaks as his face grows impossibly red.

"Well, I'm going to need you to calm down," you say, reaching and grabbing his hand. A disgusting squelch bubbles out from where your hands meet as a stocky substance smeared into your palm. "What the hell!" You shriek as you pull your hand away.

Andrew's heart fails him as he screams out horrifically, grabbing your forearms before you can look at your palms. He pins your hands down to your side as he leans forward, his head bows to the floor, but you're painfully aware of how sticky your palms are, and how sticky your forearms now are too. How hot red his ears are.

"Oh mercy! M-Mercy! You must believe me- and do not hate me!" He blabbers.

"What are you smearing on me, Andrew?" It's your squeak now, your face flushing with confusion and embarrassment. You try to pull away and successfully slip from his grasp, but that cold slick makes a disgusting sound and smears worse down your arms. "Ew! God Andrew, what is that!" You howl as you rush back to your room.

"N-No! Let me wash your hands, close your eyes!" He nearly screams, and that's when panic truly settles in for you.

"No!" You rush into your bathroom as you hear Andrew enter and shut the door behind him. You flicker on the lights to your bathroom, as whatever it is begins to rapidly crust and dry on your arms. "What the hell!" You cursed. Your mind raced.

"Oh please! Please," you hear Andrew cry as he fits up a beat red hand to cover your eyes.

You screech and dodge it. "No more touching people, Andrew!" You cry and notice how his hands are crusting now, too.

"I'm s-sorry! A spirit overcame me and I lost to it," he whimpers impossibly broken. His face is impossibly red, as humiliated tears prick the corners of his eyes. As you look at him, it all slowly begins to click.

"Andrew. Please do not tell me this is y--"

Before the words could fly out, he squeaks and grabs your crusty arms, turning on the faucet to the sink and burying your hands into it. He mingles soap and water into his hands, building suds and before laying them onto your arms. He had a hand slung around you, trapping you between him and the faucet so you wouldn't run anywhere. "Just let me wash you," he whispers so lowly.

You swallow thickly, as arousal and curiosity blooms in your body. "Alright, but after this you'll have to tell me what happened. And without any of the fancy mumbo-jumbo spiritual bollocks," You hissed.

He squeaks, his voice budding soft, "D-Don't curse..." His head leans and rests its weight on yours.

You've never had Andrew this close to you before. The water was perfectly warm, his touch was gentle as he stroked your skin, not leaving any side of you sticky with his... Juices. His hands were much larger and gritty than yours, rugged with the callouses of a working man. Yet they turned pink under the warm water, reminiscent of how pale he was. And you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his nervous, humiliated breath against the side of your face, too focused on touching and massaging you than actually washing you off.

He cupped warm water and splashed away the suds, but still, he held you there, softly running his hands along your arm again.

You're so warm and soft.

"That's enough, Andrew," you scolded, aware of how intimate it all was.

"Ah," He squeaked as he turned the water off. And you took the liberty to free yourself. "Don't look at me," he whimpers.

You sigh deeply, staring at his shoes. "You walked your shoes into my Inn. And you smell like the cemetery. Take them off and go shower, there's a robe there that you could borrow," You grumble, watching as he instantly fumbles out of his boots. "I'm going to clean the floors."

"A-Alright!"

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The hot steam blew up from the shower head as he stood meekly in the porcelain bathtub. He raked his hands through his blond locks, feeling the hot water run down from his scalp to dribble at his feet. The bathroom at the Inn was much more modern than his smile water basin and shower pipe. He really could sit down in the bathtub if he wanted. Was he deserving to use your bathroom like this?

Oh God, he's in your bathroom, showering- naked.

The heat rushed to his senses as the reality of it all started to settle in. His face blew a stark red as he leaned against the tiled walls, shuffling a shaken breath. His forehead messed into the wall, as he leaned his palms against it.

He was touching himself to you.

That forgotten heat was still there, slowly creaking. His mind raced with it all, the idea, the sounds, the sights. He sucked in a breath one of his hands sneaking down to touch his half-sleeping cock again. It ruptured awake at the minuscule touch, aching into his palm. He swallowed thickly.

Were you naked under that robe?

He hissed at the thought, his eyes rolling back in delight, a subtle chuckle airing from his lips.

Your skin was so soft when he was touching you earlier. You were between him. He could smell you. You smelled of exotic fruits, the time the rich only seemed to know. His hand began to pump his length.

This was so evil of him.

He was letting his flesh win, but it felt so good. His hips bucked into his hand as your name moaned out from his lips. He was so hard he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his palm. His cock weeping slick in a constant stream mingling in with the hot water and dribbling down the drain.

He wants to touch you like that, in different places too. It's so wrong but God, please, if you're watching him, just look away for tonight. He grips his base in a tough squeeze.

You're so amazing, so beautiful. Just let him touch you a bit. He swallows. "Please," he whimpers out into the air, his thrusting grew animalistic, the pleasure tingling in his back as his grunts grew loud.

He needs you, he doesn't care anymore, he needs you.

He's been needing you for so long.

When you first came here, he spotted you on his grocery trip. You were so stunning that the light seemed to cast a lovely halo on your sweet features. You were so stunning when you rushed to him, to compliment his looks, he moans out at the memory.

He's going to cum. Oh God-

A loud knock split his thoughts into two as he yelped, slapping his water-mixed slick-filled hand over his mouth. You call, "Andrew?"

He yelps again at the fluids on his chin, and at the alarming sound of your voice, "What's going on in there? You're taking a long time," you speak.

He frantically swipes his face and hand again, crying out, "I'll be out!" He immediately shuts the water off, hopping out and to the towels to wipe himself off.

"Andrew... I'm worried about you," you call, and his heart bursts.

He longs for you.

He stares at himself in the mirror, feeling his hard-on twitch.

"You know... It's quite terrifying for you to suddenly appear at my door. And frankly, you looked terrified, I thought... I thought someone had done something to you again..." You whisper, he can bearly hear you over his heart. His eyes flicker between the reflection of his eyes back to him, searching within himself.

He lays his palm against his heart.

"I don't like it when you censor yourself either. I hate it when you act like a holy fraud," You said. His hand clenches to a fist. Him, a fraud? "There's nothing in the world you could say that'd I hate. If there was, that's for me to decide. Not for you to decide for me... So tell me what's going on with you," you whisper into the wood of the door.

"I don't want you hurting. You're so sweet and kind. You're not a devil at all! And it pisses me the hell off whenever -" Your words get cut short, and the door opens, revealing Andrew, eyes lidded, wrapped up in a white rope.

He looks good in the color.

It's a shame he never wears it.

"Don't curse," he whispers, water dripping from his head to his shoulders. His chest heaving with every breath, desire flooding his gaze, lips cracked open breathlessly.

You're taken aback, your blinks are furious. "Sit," you murmur as you bring him to your bed. You both sit facing each other, your arms crossed.

You watch as his face heats up, as his eyes flicker up to see yours in a daze. You suck in an enamored breath, "Tell me."

"Y-You... You provoke my flesh," he whispers it earthly, leaning forward to you, placing a hand by your hip on the bed. Your eyes flicker between his, your blinks slow. "I... want you carnally. I desire you. I pray... N-No. I want you deeply." He's inching closer and closer with a sweet gentle voice, his other hand cupping your arm dear to him. Your hand finds his chest, glimpses of his pale skin underneath his robe. "I couldn't control myself tonight... I'm not sure I want to..."

"Andrew," you hush you between lidded eyes.

"I beg you, let me touch you, please," he's so close to you now, letting his nose brush against the tip of your ear, lips brushing against it for every word, breath mingling and fueling your desire.

You swallow so harshly, grabbing onto his shoulder for stability. He continues, "I can't help but think, isn't it so wrong for a man like me to want this? It's a wicked desire," you hear his confidence falter, and for some reason, it hurts more.

"Don't give up on yourself like that... Succumb to your desires, Andrew. Succumb," you whisper scantily, gripping chunks of his robe and slipping a leg on the bed to fully face him.

He groans viciously, the primal sound sending waves of pleasure through your body. You make the first move, licking a stripe up his neck, dragging the sharpness of your canines gently against his sensitive skin. He moans deeply, the beautifully breathy sound forces you to clench around nothing. It's been a while for you, traveling so much, you haven't had time to take care of yourself.

You lean up to suck briefly on his chin, fluttering your lips closer and closer to his own. But you stop just before to gaze into his eyes. He leans in for you, pressing your sweet lips together. His lips are deliciously delicate, the friction like a much-needed quench. It's barely long before the kiss deepens, as you feed him your tongue. Your soft muscle rushes in to meet his, as you swallow up his yelps and mewls.

His tongue gains its confidence, the shiveringly pleasing feeling of his foreign tastebuds sculpting up your hot mouth. You slurp on his sweet tongue. He grunts and bucks into nothing. Your lips pull away sloppily as he places a hand on you, pushing back onto the bed. "Mmh, wait let's get comfortable," you whisper.

He feels himself ache in his robe

He pulls away from you to follow you as the two of you shuffle to the heart of the smaller bed. "Lay down, I'm going to show you a few things," you tease.

"But I wanna' touch you," he begs into the air.

You shiver intensely at the sound.

"You will," you press him back into the bed, his head resting on his pillows.

He stares at you in disbelief and wonder, the cutest expression dotting his face. You brush his hair out of his face, smiling at his surprise. He's hiding a strong jaw beneath that meek bang, hid beautiful sculpted nose leading to two budding, pink tulips. You shuffle in between his legs, pulling the cord to his rope. His breath hitches, his chest rising and falling with a vigor to run a marathon.

The question pops into your mind as you pull back part of his robe to reveal his lovely chest. "When's the last time you've ever touched yourself, Kriess," you mumble.

"Uh... I suppose... I might have been fourteen," he blinks.

You giggle in disbelief, "Ten years? What a good boy you are. So holy," you hush.

He grunts viciously, "P-Please stop. Just touch me, touch me... Touch me..." He begs, shutting his eyes weakly.

You pull back his robe fully, flashing his wonderfully tone body to you. He was so muscular, so big in stature - the true power of a grave keeper. Your hands tail down his body to his hip, your eyes immediately shifting to toggle the incredibly pink cock of his. His tip was a bullied red as he pulled and twitched into the air. Dribbles of pre-cum touched his belly, and the wet scene was erotically sloppy. He was leaking like a faucet, and it sent your organs aflame.

You groaned at the sight, "So wet for me, Andrew. I'm scared I'll get you pregnant," you tease.

A humiliated squeak flies from his lips, "I-I- I'm sorry. I'm not so s-sure as to how you'd be able to--" but you wouldn't let him continue his lowly apologies as you bent over and pressed a deep kiss into the base of his needy cock.

He moans out into the open, his hands instantly flying to entangle themselves in your hair. You lick up a stripe to his tip, never breaking your stare at his gorgeous face. You pull back, slipping your robe off tantalizingly slow, watching as he whimpers. He gasped at your sweet body, his cock twitching to be touched more.

You gave him something to look at. You smirked.

You leaned down back to his pretty dick, grabbing it at the base and taking the tip into your hot mouth. He was average in length but thick as it filled your mouth. You greedily slurped up his runny juices, closing your eyes with a content sigh as you guided him deeper and deeper into your mouth. His hands clenched chunks of your hair.

The feeling of him entering your mouth was euphoric, as his sweet gasps and moans filtered the air. The sounds were on the quieter side but were sharp and filled with bliss. He chuckled out a delighted sound, his chest heaving as you began to suck.

You twirled your tongue at his piping-hot muscle, hollowing your cheeks and drinking him up. He moaned sweetly into the air, as his legs flew up on each side of you. You bobbed on him, carefully massaging all that you couldn't reach with your hand, lapping him up as if you were thirsty.

"Oh God!" He wailed. His grip grew blood-hot on your hair, the feeling enough for you hiss. You bobbed him viciously in retaliation, the overstimulation forcing his head to lean back. "C-Can't. Can't..." He groaned, he bucked deep into your mouth, gagging you as he held you there with his large fists.

He trusted deep into you, his back arching off the bed, his sounds vulgar and pleading. "F-Fuck, fuck. Please, please, please," he cried out a mantra of fucked out whimpers, riding his high at your expense. His voice picked up strongly, swear dipping down his forehead.

With one final buck into the back of your throat, Andrew pulled out, releasing into the hot crevice of your mouth, his hands releasing you, as they flopped to the side. His rugged fulfilled groans filled the air.

You slipped off him, coughing as you gagged on the intense mixture of your saliva and his slick. "I'm so sorry," you heard him cry as you wiped your lips.

You giggled tiredly, your voice hoarsely adjusting back to the feeling of a dick-free throat. "You're so lovely, 'drew," you leaned up to kiss his lips. The lingering taste of himself meeting him.

You redirected his hands to your chest, and greedily, he squeezed and tugged at anything he could, breaking the kiss so his eyes could oggle you with the passion of a starved man.

His fingers prodded at your nipples until they were hard, then they slipped down your body, feeling the curve of your belly. He instantly shot up as his hand reached down to cup your sex. You giggled out an estranged moan, reaching up to embrace him over his shoulders. "You're so needy," you tried to deflect, pulling your sex away from him.

"Please, jus- please lemme' touch you." He cries out like it pains him.

He the two of you up, not even needing an answer as he pulls you into his lap.

You whimper, leaning into his shoulder as his fingers massage your sex, his tongue frantically passionate. You're deliciously warm to him, and you feel your sex begin to slick his hand. He laughs blissfully at the feeling. The sound of it is soft and filled with childish delight as you rock into him. He speeds up his barrage of you, the friction causing you to rock into his hands, lapping at his neck with your tongue like a dog. Your sex feels painfully hot and messy as you buck into him like a wild animal.

You feel your hole begin to ache, as you push all the way into him, redirecting his hands to touch the puckering hole. "In there," he squeaks suddenly, but you leave no room as you grind down into him.

"Andrew, I was suppose to be devouring you," you whined.

"Haha, it's alright. We can try again later," he twists to see your face, pressing a loving peck against your lips. You blink in shock, his gaze filled with gentleness.

"I haven't had anything up there in a very long while," you whisper into his lips.

"Oh golly..."

⏳️⚰️🖐💦

You arch into his fingers, gripping chunks of the bedsheets. Andrew has you laid out beneath him, his thick, burly fingers playing in your thick walls. You huff into him, his fingers themselves coated in a dangerous mixture of your slick, his cum, and his spit. He's knuckle deep within you, his middle and ring finger plunging into you passionately.

His gaze never left your figure, not even for a second, as he drank up the sight of your trembling form. He leans down between your legs, planting a kiss on your sex the way he's seen you done his mere moments prior. "Andrew," you cry with all your might.

"You're so aroused... Am I that tempting to you?" He purrs, his eyes lidded, hair tucked behind his ear. He's gotten too confident.

You couldn't deny him for a second, "Mmhm, yes, Andrew."

He shudders, his name sounds so good from your lips.

He can't take it anymore.

He slips his finger out of your hole, grabbing himself as he lines up to fit inside. His tip bulged against your entrance, and you puckered kisses against the weeping muscle. He pressed against you, his head breaching into your body.

"Aah! Oh," you hissed. Peeking out from closed eyes, Andrew's face was tensed tight. His lips were glued, his eyes lidded, eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks were filled with air. His strong hands reached and grabbed your hips, squeezing so hard it stung deliciously. The familiar subtle burn of stretching as he pushed himself halfway in.

It was finally then did he released his first moans, the sound was strained and needy, his mind held by the single thread that he should hold himself back.

But by the time you sink into his base, your hot, warm, slicked-up insides are screaming at his senses. He lost all sorts of sensitivity. "Fuck," He cried, his voice burly, as he began to pump at a decent pace.

His head grew heavy as he plummeted onto his hands on top of you, his expression erotic. His toned pale body, his strong arms on each side of your head, his eyes that briefly rolled to the back of his head. "Oh, god," he groaned out. The sound fighting against the shameful sounds of your sexes bumping.

His moans abruptly peak again, his eyes rolling back with stuttering hips. Suddenly an abruption of cum spills into you, making you shudder an arch. "S-Sorry, tryna' hold back... Jus' hold on a bit more," he moans, speech slurred, drunk off your goodness. He was still hard after cumming inside you.

He pulls out slowly, all the way down to the head before plunging right in, causing you to cry and wrap your legs around his waist. You were extra slick now, with how his cock fed you more of his juices. His grip on your hips was intense as he buried his head into your shoulder, thrusting quicker as the heaving sensation of you eating up his cock overtook him.

Every sight, every smell, every taste and touch from you, sent him teetering over the edge. This was so dirty, so vulgar, so shameful, that it made his hips stutter in spiteful bliss. Like an animal, he pumped into you at the pace he liked the most, fueled by your irregular, overstimulated moans that rewarded him. You wrapped your arms around him in the tango, burying your nails into his skin as he hit your sweet spot, your jaw falling slack in disbelief.

He was so thick, so filling. Your belly was swarming in satisfaction, feeling all of your inside move and squirm to his every wild buck. He pulled out of your shoulder and pinned your head between him again. His reddish, blueish eyes found you like a greedy hawk. He was completely fucked out, staring down deep into your eyes, not looking away for a second, daring you to keep the gaze.

You whimpered and cried, holding onto his forearms, squeezing and jerking around his cock. He grunted deeply, etches of a delighted smile ghosting his fucked out expression. He was glistening with sweat, a non-stop pent-up sex-machine.

You growled in fear, feeling your orgasm overtake you. You arched down deep into his body, as you spilled out, crying out a useless, "An-Andreew," that fell on deaf ears.

"Please, p-please, please, G-God... Just a little more," he whispers to you. He presses his kisses on your cheek. But truly, he's unsure of who he's calling out to anymore.

He slows for your orgasm, grinding on you wildly, riding out your high as your head collapses back on the pillow.

He pulls out and turns you on your side, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder. "Just a little more, please," he cries, he's still hard, still twitching. He peppers sweet kisses on your eyelids, nuzzling his nose into your warmth.

"F-Fine, Andrew. Don't make me say it," you stutter, your face heating in this embarrassing position.

He leans to suckle on your collarbone, distracting you almost until you feel his abrasive length slip into your body again. You mewl out, listening to his shaky breath deep in your ears. He rests his head against the side of yours, your knee hitting your shoulder. "Y-You're very flexible," he praises with a giggle, it almost soothes the anger you feel at his wildness.

You can't even retaliate when he begins to thrust slower, as his wandering lips slip around to pepper kisses on your earlobe, your jawline, your neck, and even on the back of your leg. Your eyes roll at the tantalizingly slow thrusts, all paired with the sweet kisses. He gently cups your chin, turning you to face him as he leaves an earnest peck on your lips. "I love you," he whines childishly.

You giggle in surprise, "I know. I love you e-even more, Kriess," you manage between your pants.

"Oh, God," he whispers, bucking into you with a stutter. You gasp in shock, overstimulation brimming through your body.

"Don't cur- urse," you somehow manage out, grabbing chunks of the bedsheets.

He laughs lazily and begins to pump up the pace, leaning up and fucking into you fervently. You squeeze down on him at the sudden abrasiveness, arching and crying out with all of your body.

The wooden bed creaks, a sound that causes Kreiss' breath to hitch. A sound so dangerous you could see the thought process behind it. He pulls almost out and slams deeply into you again, your toes curling painfully- and yet to your dismay, the bed creeks again.

He laughs blissfully again, stuttering out between moans, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he grunts, pistoning into you roughly, desperate to hear the animalistic creaking of the beneath you too. You cry out in overstimulation, your own orgasm building up, ready to spike.

"Please, pleugh... God- gonna... Oh!" A shiver overtakes him as his thrusts get sloppy and stuttering, as you squeeze and milk him of everything he has, your own high reaches its peak at the same time you're bursting with cum deep inside you, as Andrew thrusts into his base and grinds deeply against you, forcing you into an intense orgasm. "C-Cummin' cah..." You watch as sporadic twitch trails from his back, down his arms, and sparks into his fingertips.

His face is completely fucked out, his jaw relaxed, eyes rolled up to the heavens still in prayer. He finally, sweaty, heaving, pulls out of you, his penis going completely soft.

You've never been a religious person, but seeing him finally soft almost turned you into one. You were saved!

You dropped your head back onto the pillow your leg slipping off him as falls back onto his ass. You stare at the wall as you catch your breath, the room suddenly aware of how it smells like sweat and fluids. His cumming so much within you is going to be a problem, but a problem for later you.

Andrew weakly reaches and pats your ankle, and you turn to gaze at him. He's smiling panting out, pure joy bursting on his sweet face. You knew you were going to be so sore, and so tired in the morning but. It was hard to stay mad at a face like that.

He crawls over to you, sitting next to you as he rolls you onto your back. His fingers subconsciously rub circles into your belly as he mutters, "That was heavenly..." He hushes into your lips as he kisses them sweetly.

"Mmh... Andrew," you mutter.

He giggles ecstatically, leaning down and placing a hand on each side of you. He kisses up and down your neck dearly.

"I want to do this with you more," he mutters shyly in that familiar, raspy, airy tone.

And just like that, you were no longer religious.

"Please God save me," You cry playfully.

"Don't curse," he giggles into your neck.

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Could you maybe write some nsfw headcannons for Andrew my beloved

andrew is a curious character in terms of sex and fuckability, on ao3 he ranks in 5th place out of idv characters with E rated x reader fics, granted, idv x reader is not a huge race to win in, it's a very very sparse category but making the list anyways is still curious, people want to fuck that churchboy bad

my thoughts on him are a little less risqué I fear. he has the set up viability for all sorts of inappropriate religious tags, (incorrect use of a confessional would be a great one in this field, it couples well with the catholic guilt and body worship) as well as a fair contender for much more morbid tags in the field of necro. frankly though, for as much as I am a pervert and a great enjoyer of white boys who kill, andrew reads to me as a man much too preoccupied for the notion of sex

he's got his self worth to ponder and bodies to exhume, he seems like he dedicates more time to brewing animosity towards the world that hates him and trying to plot how to get his corpse quota filled than he would ever dedicate time to jacking off, so when I say this guy is an ultra virgin, I MEAN this guy is an ultra virgin. this is not to say he's naive, no no I will not allow this man to get tossed into the tar pit of innocent baby, he's certainly aware of things but would rather not make eye contact with said things that could potentially sully his soul with sin--or worse--distract him from his purpose. but let's give this universe a spin and see if we can make him fuck, what does it take to get there?

he's pretty null and void when it comes to social skills too as he is incredibly stiff and offputting and holds at least a grain of suspicion and paranoia towards everyone,, so trying to make the claim that he even has passable flirting skills is generous, if not an outright lie

what I'm saying is, you're going to have to make all the moves, because he's doing #noneofthem 🎉 additionally, expect to be turned down a lot too, because once again this churchboy is not engaging in sin and he must stay focused! so you will end up flustering him a lot, maybe even to the point of him getting a little irritated and angry (though he tries to bite it back), after all, the audacity to think someone could sway a man like him into temptation?! scandalous truly

your two options from here are either to slowly (and I MEAN slowly) but surely form an emotional bond with him over several years until he allows you to get saucy with him (because ooooh closeness and intimacy tastes so good when you're deeply in love) OR, you keep harloting towards him until this running bit isn't a bit anymore and he starts becoming haunted by the prospect of getting laid. like shaking in bed awake at night because his brain is haunting him. he finally gets the time and nerve to jack off and feels gross for weeks after because of all that damn sin. both routes ultimately require dedication though cause he's not exactly an easy man to seduce and besides the obvious religious aspect, I think he's a bit scared to fuck and also thinks he's undeserving of the fuck too (after all, why on earth are you attracted to him?? he thinks he's but a meager man of dirt value and unattractive to boot, someone wanting to hit sounds as absurd and impossible to him as him being crowned god. bro's self esteem is in the TRENCHES)

I digress, all this preamble, but the real meat of how this man fucks? he's doing it scared style, he's doing it anxious cornered animal style, he's doing it "oh jesus take the wheel I'm going to hell" style. this man's shame, discomfort with his own body, and lack of experience make him nigh deer in headlights during sex, again, you will in fact have to be making all the moves because he's #doingnoneofthem 🙌 I wouldn't quite classify him as a sub because I don't think he truly yearns to submit to someone, rather I think you have to sort of dom him by default because he doesn't know what he's doing and he might go catatonic if you make him try, I don't think even HE knows how he made it this far. regardless if it's you taking the wheel though or him attempting to lightly take charge after getting some experience in, two things will remain for him: the tendency to hyperventilate because the experience is a rush and he's feeling All Too Much All At Once, and being kind of needy. this man has never had an ounce of loving human touch so once he's over the ridge of panic it kind of devolves into not wanting to let you go, he's STARVED of that closeness

all that said, I don't think he lasts very long and he certainly doesn't fuck hard either, very tentative and shaky and slow. I think giving or receiving head is a bit much for him so I'd imagine he'd object to such things, hand stuff is okay though 👍 he's not really kinky or super into powerplay, I don't imagine he has any outlandish fetishes either. best case scenario in terms of squeezing a little freaky out of him is some light worship stuff, but that really depends heavily on whether you pass his judgement as someone to worship, for an example I think if you took the harlot route this would not apply, BUT harlot route does give you exclusive access to defiling the holy by attempting seduction in the church or graveyard (unlikely to come to fruition though he really has a hard limit on wanting to at least fuck in his own bed)

he's really one of those guys that if you want to fuck him you have to appreciate him for his stiff demeanor and aghast cross clutching at the notion of being diverted from his purpose for the sake of sin, and you must want him without expecting something greater and kinkier. this man is ultimately pretty vanilla I think, more than anything he probably just wants more domestic stuff as an expression of love and his libido isn't really in his life as a pressing thing he craves to the point of needing required satiation, but one can always dream of greener blasphemous pastures 🤌

[blackmoonowl]

idk if you still do idv but gravekeer with sfw alphabet

Grave keeper (Andrew Kreiss) SFW Alphabet

Pairing: Andrew Kreiss (Grave keeper) x reader

Authors note: Haven't written IDV in ages so I'm pretty rusty. Live, laugh, love Andrew.

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

‪‪❤︎‬ Andrew isn't the best when it comes to initiating or even accepting affection. Being told you're a monster all your life, makes feeling comfortable enough to get close rather nerve-racking. You need to give him some time to break down the emotional walls.

‪‪❤︎‬ Keeps the affection lowkey, if you want to get more up close and personal then you'll have to initiate it yourself. Andrew enjoys holding your hand and lacing your fingers, or giving you a kiss on the cheek when he's feeling a bit more brave.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

‪‪❤︎‬ The quiet type of best friend. He prefers taking a more passive role in the friendship, letting you do most of the talking. He preferably interacts people through you, fearing their judgement, and constantly suspecting they might be going behind his back.

‪‪❤︎‬ Andrew isn't the easiest of the group of survivors to befriend. It would take quite a bit of effort on your side to get him to open up. He's suspicious, a bit awkward and not exactly the best at communication. But after testing the waters and getting a positive reaction, he loosens up a bit.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

‪‪❤︎‬ Not too fond of it in the beginning, mostly because he isn't used to it. He can't quite relax and he feels tense. Though as time goes on he begins to enjoy it more. Eventually his true touch starved self comes out

‪‪❤︎‬ Doesn't say it, but he loves being the little spoon. Having your arms around him and your chest against his back makes him feel safe and warm. that being said, he won't complain if you want to reverse roles and be held by him instead. If you're close to him, he'll be alright.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

‪‪❤︎‬ He secretly loves the idea of it. If he ever escapes the manor, he wants do it with you, and then settle down somewhere together. Andrew craves an ounce of normalcy in his life, being loved and waking up with you every day.

‪‪❤︎‬ Not the best at cooking or cleaning, not the worst either. He knows how to take care of it, but his cooking is kind of bland and depressing. He most definitely prefers your cooking over his own. Can be trusted with the laundry, though.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

❤︎ You'd have to mess up pretty badly for Andrew to cut things off completely. But one great way for this man to break things off is to betray his trust. If he comes to greatly trust and rely on you, only to find out you are exactly like the people who hurt him for so long, he'd cut things off.

❤︎ He'd make it as quick as possible. He doesn't like long and drawn out confrontations, it makes him deeply uncomfortable. The man will simply say what he needs to say before leaving.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞(𝐞) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

❤︎ Kind of scared when it comes to fully opening up and committing to you, but he wants it nonetheless. Andrew is very attached to you, so commitment isn't really even a suggestion. If you're not serious about him, he doesn't think he could settle into a relationship with you.

❤︎ Takes some time to muster up the courage to propose to you, and very likely will be after you expressed interest in tying the knot. He holds onto the hope he can one day escape the manor so the two of you can live in peace, together.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

❤︎ Physically gentle. Andrew doesn't want to hurt you, obviously. You're his comfort and escape, and he holds great affection for you. And to add to that, he is a pretty reserved and gentle person by nature, so roughhousing isn't on the table.

❤︎ A little bit less emotionally gentle in the beginning. Like I said before he is a bit protective of himself in the beginning, and wary of your intentions. But as you break down his wall he becomes pretty soft for you.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬 (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

❤︎ Yes. He won't specifically ask for them, but he loves it when you embrace him. He'll practically melt in your arms, his face buried against your shoulder and his hands on your waist. He could spend hours like that, completely content.

❤︎ Whenever he does initiate hugs, they're warm and gentle. He'll place his hand against the back of your head, the other one wrapping around to be placed on the small of your back. Sometimes he'll even play with your hair.

𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

❤︎ It takes him a while to say it, taking time to find his place in the relationship, as well as yours. You're more likely to say the words first. And when you do, it finally comes spilling out of him. It feels freeing, being able to express himself after all these years.

❤︎ Says it more often after that, only in private. It slips out of him while he lays with his head in your lap, in the comfort of your room, with the lights dimmed for the sake of his eyes.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

❤︎ Andrew gets jealous fairly often. He hates it when the other survivors get too close for comfort. It feels like he isn't constantly at risk of losing you to men that have normal eyes, and color to their faces and hair.

❤︎ He recognizes how he feels, and just opts to stick closer to you. He's already cosplaying as your shadow at this rate, but you'll know when he's jealous when he gets clingier. He's going to need some assurance and affirmation from you before he feels a little bit better.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

❤︎ His kisses begin soft and subtle. Experimentative pecks on the lips, cheeks and forehead, fleeting. As time passes he feels comfortable enough to let them linger slightly longer. Your face remains his favorite place to smooch, though.

❤︎ Mostly anywhere is fair game to Andrew. He feels loved whenever your lips touch him, no matter the place. Whether that be his shoulders, neck, jaw, cheeks, forehead, scalp or lips. His heart does a little somersault whenever it happens.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (How are they around children?)

❤︎ Really awkward. Children used to be scared of him, or laugh at him. That didn't really change as he got older, and he found children unpleasant to be around. At best they would ask why he looked so weird, at worst they could start crying and run away, or make fun of him. Preferably he'd like to avoid them altogether.

❤︎ The idea of having a family with you has crossed his mind, but he's hesitant about it. What if his child turns out like him? He couldn't imagine bringing someone into the world just to have them suffer like he had. Still, the thoughts remain.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (How are mornings spent with them?)

❤︎ If you're in the manor with him, he seeks you out first thing in the morning. Every morning you hear a knock on the door, and the pale man walks in. Sometimes he'll simply lay down next to you, other times the two of you will head to the dining hall together, hand in hand.

❤︎ If not in the manor, he sleeps in late to compensate for the long nightly hours. The bedroom is dim, allowing him to wake up in peace without the sun causing him any pain in distress. Usually when he awakens, you're up already, so he gets up to join you for brunch, his hair a mess.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (How are nights spent with them?)

❤︎ If you're in the manor, he loves spending evenings with you. After dinner you both disappear into either his or your room. He doesn't mind how the night is spent. Reading, cuddling, talking, it matters not. He does have to remember to be back in his room by curfew, lest he wants to risk punishment.

❤︎ If not in the manor, he spends evenings dining with you before he goes off to his grave keeping duties. Once he comes back, you're likely dead to the world asleep. He quietly gets ready before slipping into bed next to you, quickly dozing off as he holds you.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

❤︎ As I said over a thousand times now, it takes a while. Andrew wants to know you're not using him. He doesn't trust that someone like you would want someone who is constantly compared to a monster.

❤︎ It likely comes spilling out one evening while he holds you close. All his pain, frustration and fears are spoken through a shaky tone. He's angry, sad, traumatized and afraid. And after you ground him and listen to him, talking about his feelings becomes more common.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How easily angered are they?)

❤︎ Andrew is more timid, and doesn't get angered fast. He is used to being a pushover, and to be quiet in the shadows. Becoming angry at you is even more unlikely, and once again you'd have to push really hard to get him to that point.

❤︎ If he is well and truly pissed, leave him alone. Tell him you're ready once he wants to talk, and back off. He prefers handling hard feelings by himself, after all he's used to it.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

❤︎ Remembers a surprising amount. You occupy like 50% of his mind at any given moment. He knows what you like, what you don't like, what flowers are your favorites and what makes you smile. It's something that warms his heart, even if he doesn't remember every single detail.

❤︎ Is definitely surprised when you remember things about him. Part of him is wary, but an even bigger part is relieved. You remember what he wants, what he needs and what he hates. It confirms to him that you see him as a person.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

❤︎ It's so hard for him to pick a favorite. One of his favorite moments was one evening when you retreated from the dining hall together. When he entered your room, he saw all the lights had been dimmed for him already. It was such a small thing but it meant the world to him.

❤︎ It meant you were expecting, maybe even wanted him there with you. It took him a lot of effort not to get slightly emotional at that. that night definitely remains one of his favorites.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

❤︎ Andrew is definitely protective, though not overbearing. Obviously he wants to keep his only loved one safe. He's more of a 'sacrifice the world to save their partner' type of person. If you are in games together, he sticks by your side.... not that he's not already doing that in the manor.

❤︎ If you want to make him love you, stand up for him against the other survivors. Yell at someone for insulting him, and he's yours until the end of time. Other than that he feels guilty if you get hurt for his sake.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐫𝐲 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

❤︎ In the manor it's kind of difficult to do anything with anniversaries or dates. It's not at the forefront of anyone's mind when they're constantly risking harm, death, or even the threat of being turned into the monsters hunting them.

❤︎ But once he's out, he likes romantic gestures He takes pleasure in candle lit dinners, strolls and other calm activities. He even gets you flowers, best not to ask where he got them.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

❤︎ Not very fond of other people, and doesn't like it if you spend too much time with them instead of him. It causes him to start doubting things, which happens easily.

❤︎ to add onto the last point he's possessive, very possessive. Doesn't like sharing you with anyone whatsoever. It's you, him and nobody else, and that's how he likes it.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

❤︎ Andrew is sickly looking, and doesn't really change up his appearance. He is much more focused on not being seen than he is about dolling up. He feels that no matter what he tries, he'll always be a monster.

❤︎ Does make an effort for you wherever possible, though. He'll finally brush some hair out of his face or wear something else if there's a possibility to do so. Other than that, don't expect too much.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

❤︎ Pretty much, yeah. If he's allowed to become attached to you, he can't really let go. He becomes somewhat emotionally dependent on you, and prefers spending time with you above everything else.

❤︎ If he ever lost you, it would lead to a deep scar he can never even hope to heal. If it's during the games, he might lose the motivation to escape the manor, hoping to see you on the other side of matches as a hunter. Or he'd obsessively take care of your grave every single night.

𝐗 = 𝐗𝐭𝐫𝐚 (A random headcanon for them.)

❤︎ Does not escape the manor without you. He hates the idea of escaping the manor, only to leave the only other person who ever loved behind. He doesn't know what he's going to do with you. He came to the manor wishing to be understood, and in a twisted way that came true. Not above letting himself get caught if that means he can guarantee you stay close to him.

❤︎ He'll only attempt to escape if you swear up and down you'll follow close behind. In that case, he'll wait for you to find him, digging graves back at the cemetery, glancing at the gates as if expecting you to step through at any second.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐮𝐜𝐤 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

❤︎ Spreading rumors is one great way to kill his interest and love. If you badmouth other people to him, he'll think you're badmouthing him to other people as well. Whatever you say about others better have some evidence for it.

❤︎ Really obvious but don't insult him, especially not his appearance. Also don't look down on him, he'll absolutely loathe it if you do. He wants to be seen as someone you view as an equal.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

❤︎ Lays pretty still while sleeping. He doesn't toss or turn. My guy will lay down and just fall asleep in that position more often than not. Snoring is also non existent for this man, most you'll get is deep breathing

❤︎ Tends to sleep more during the day if he gets the chance to. It feels more natural to him, the night being more inviting. It allows him to dodge people and sunlight.