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Hey, can we have a Yan!Andrew Graves with Reader?

“Your Andy”

Pairing: Yan!Andrew Graves x Reader

Prompt: They weren’t supposed to find you. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. So how could this all happen?

Note: You met the sibling when you were younger and now you lived in the same apartment building as them. I decided to change some of the setting up a bit too. I honestly didn’t know which direction I wanted this story to go in, so I apologize if this is bad. NOT PROOFREAD

TW: There is death and kidnapping in this!

“She’s yours, you know. Your precious secret.” His sister’s words echoed through his mind like a tsunami. His eyebrows furrowed while his heart skipped a beat. The idea of having you to himself made him happy. His sister seemed to notice, her eyes gleaming.

“But you know, she’ll never love you unless you take drastic measures. Love is a battlefield, Andrew. And you’re a soldier.” Ashley continued, “You’ve become friends with her, but now will you become more? You’ve won the battle, but can you win the war?”

Her words struck, a violent war now waging within him. He obviously didn’t want to lose you, but he also didn’t want to just stay friends. He wanted more.

Honestly it surprised him when his sister approved of his feelings for you. In the past, Ashley always wanted things to just be between the two of them. Yet, something about you was different from the others. You were accepting towards his sister and definitely more kind about the strange relationship they had as brother and sister. Maybe that’s why she let you live.

Either way, she would have to. For you were his everything. Even the thought of you has his insides burning.

Deep inside, his sister’s voice echoed: “She’s yours.”

A part of him definitely knew something was wrong. But the other side of him overlooked this and simply ignored this feeling. He wouldn't let you slip away from him.

One rainy night, you were in the kitchen of your apartment, the same apartment as Andrew and Ashley. Suddenly, you heard a loud bang next to you. It was coming from your door. You turned just as the door came flying open. Standing there was Andrew with Ashley behind him. He stretched his arm out, reaching for you.

“Come on, let’s get out of this hellhole together. We are leaving this place, and I would love it if you came with us.” You seemed to stare at him for what seemed to be too long for Ashley to intervene.

“Come on! We don’t have all night. We need to leave this place right now before we get caught!” Ashley, seeming to make the decision for you, moved her brother aside and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and dragging you out of your room. Andrew turned around and quickly followed behind.

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Once making out of the apartment Ashley volunteered to go out first, seeming to give her brother a look. It was then when Andrew pulled you aside. He had his head down, and when you were about to ask what’s wrong, he lifted it. His eyes now seemed to have a darker gleam to them. As you were about to speak, he put his finger to your lips, silencing you.

“Y/n, don’t you worry, I’m alright. Leyley is going to find us a place where we can all live and be happy together.”

Just as he finished, Ashley came back. “Guys, I know the perfect place where we can go.”

Turning, Andrew met his sister’s eyes. “And that is?”

“Our parent’s house! They are old and they don’t need to be living in such a nice place. I think we could live there instead.” Nodding along to his sister, Andrew gently grabs you by the hand and pulls you along.

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Once they arrive at what they claimed to be their parents house, you all head in, Andrew still holding onto your hand. They are met with their mother who seemed to be very surprised to see them. The mother seemed to notice your hand intertwined with her son’s, and gave you a disapproving look. Nevertheless, she introduces herself as Mrs. Graves and that her husband, Mr. Graves should be up shortly. However her eyes never seem to stray from your intertwined hands.

A frown appears on her face as she asks her son if she can speak with him alone downstairs explaining how Mr. Graves is already down there., in the basement. While not wanting to leave your side, he agrees and tells you to stay here. Ashley, not seeming to like this, decides to follow them.

After waiting for a bit, you get bored and decide to find them. Heading down the stairs you are immediately met with the smell of blood. You cover your mouth and nose with your hand, as you keep venturing further into the basement.

“Andy! What’s taking you so long? Just hurry up and clean up this mess before Y/n comes down here herself. We are taking forever!”

Andrew just groans and retorts back, “Well I’m trying my best. You know it could go faster if you just helped me–” His words stop as he seems to make eye contact with you. “Y/n!” You shouldn’t be down here. Go back upstairs and–”

“Andy just let it go. She already saw and heard everything.” Ashely comments. Rolling his eyes at her, his face softens as he makes his way over to you.

“Look, I’m sorry that you had to see this. But this is what needed to be done,” A crazed, dark look now plastered on his face. “You see, my mom wasn’t too thrilled about seeing us together and told me that I shouldn’t be with someone like you. She even had the guts to say that if I didn’t break it off with you, then she would herself. And I couldn’t let that happen.”

“But Andy…” your voice barely above a whisper, “we were never together in the first place.”

Andrew became silent. You looked over at his sister and she had a disapproving look on her face. Just as you turned to look back at Andrew, you felt something hit against your head.

—

Groaning, you woke up, touching the side of your head. When your vision clears you notice that you were on a bed, not anyone you ever seen before. Looking around you, got up and noticed a picture on a desk that was directly in front of you. It was a picture of a younger Andrew and Ashley along with their parents. They seemed happy. Turning your head you saw a note and what seemed to be a remote with one button on it.

It read: “Y/n, I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I feel bad, I truly do. But don’t worry, I won’t hurt you ever again. I just couldn't stand you saying something like that. Not when I’ve devoted myself to you, memorizing everything I could about you. You belong to me, and I’ll do anything to keep you close. If anyone dares to come between us, they’ll regret it.

The bedroom door is locked from the outside, there are no windows, and you are on the second floor of this house. If you're willing to give me a chance just press the button on the remote and I’ll let you out.

Love is a beautiful madness, and I am its most devoted disciple. So my dear Y/n, choose to stay with me and I promise to make you happy.” - Your Andy.

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lemon-idol · 11 months

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✰ booth seat | andrew kreiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t even have to do much, hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit-”

“Ah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Almost…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yourimagines · 4 months

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Hi can you do one for andrew garfield where he is friends with one of his ex girlfriend. And yn is super uncomfortable with that

I hope this is good enough for you

Uncomfortable

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Angst, Angst, Angst and some fluff

Y/N POV

“Love, the guys asked if I wanted to go out with them, can I go?” Andrew walked in, wearing a black shirt and some dark blue pants. Looking like a god. “Yeah sure.” He smiles and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, I made some dinner for you, it’s in the fridge.” He opened his closet and grabbed his dark blue jacket. “I’ll go then, call me if you need something.” He walks over, planting a kiss on my head. “I will, have fun.” “Thank you love, have a lovely evening yourself.” I smiled at him as he walks back downstairs. I heard him grabbing his keys and left. ‘Let’s watch that Christmas movie.’ I hopped of the bed and grabbed a cosy blanket and dragged it downstairs. I throw the blanket on the sofa and warmed my dinner in the microwave. ‘He always thinks about me.’

I was enjoying my alone time when my best friend texted me. ‘What does she needs now?’ I groaned and opened our chat.

Bestie❤️💋: hey, I’m sorry but you need to see this

Bestie❤️💋: sent a video

I clicked on the video *the gif where he is hugging Emma* My heart scattered as I saw them hugging each other. ‘Why does he hangs out so much with his ex.’

Bestie❤️💋: It’s all over the internet, I thought you should know, I’m sorry

Me: is this from today?

Bestie❤️💋: yes a fan saw him today…

Me: thanks for telling me

Bestie❤️💋: always, call me if you want to talk okay?

Me: yeah I will.

I lay my phone down and rubbed my face. ‘I don’t like this…’ I sighed and stopped the movie that was still playing in the background on the tv. ‘Maybe I’m overreacting, Emma moved on and so is Andrew they are just friends. It’s totally normal…right?’

I was in our pool, swimming my thoughts away when Andrew came home but he wasn’t alone… Emma was with him. “Love?” I heard him calling me as I saw him through the window walking in our house with Emma. “Love are you home?” I ducked away, hiding myself in the pool while watching them. “Maybe she’s out?” “No… she would have called me.” She smiles. “Maybe she’s to the store quickly..” he shook his head. “No she still would have texted me if I needed something from the store.” Andrew rubbed his face. “I’m going to check upstairs, I’ll be right back.” She nods and he walks away. She looks around our kitchen, smiling at some pictures. ‘I understand why he spends time with her, I mean look at her.’ “She not upstairs…” Andrew looked a bit stressed. “Maybe she’s at the indoor pool.” ‘Shit.’ I silently crawled out of the pool and run into our sauna. “Love? Are you here?” I heard him pushing the door further open, entering the pool area. “Love?” I peeked out of the sauna, a fake smile on my face. “Hi, you’re back.” He smiles and walks over. “I was worried about you my love, I couldn’t find you.” “Sorry I guess.” He kissed the top of my head. “No it’s okay my love.” He turns around and smiles brightly at Emma. “I found her.” She smiles and waves at me, I returned a friendly wave back. “Emma needs a place to stay for tonight, she had a fight with her boyfriend. I hope you don’t mind she can stay here in our guest bedroom.” ‘Yes I do mind! She’s your ex Andrew!’ “No of course she can stay.” He smiles and quickly kissed me. “Thank you darling.” I smiled but felt a bit uncomfortable with it. “I’m going to prepare the guest bedroom for her.” He said and walked over to her. “Let me show you your room for the night, miss Stone.” She giggles and nods. “Show me the way mr Garfield.” They both walked upstairs as my face fell. ‘His ex is in our house…’

I went to bed as they stayed downstairs. ‘Can’t believe this, he would be angry if my ex was here.’ I scoffed and got in bed, wrapping the blanket up high to my chin. ‘They are perfect for each other, maybe they finally realised they are meant to be.’ I heard them laughing together and I covered my ears, trying to cancel out the noises. ‘I don’t wanna hear it…’ as tears slowly fell down my cheeks.

Andrew POV

“Okay that’s enough for me tonight, if you don’t mind I’m going to join my girlfriend.” “Of course Andrew.” She smiles at me as I stood up. “If you need something just knock on the door.” “I will, thank you and Y/N for letting me stay tonight.” “No problem, we have the space.” “I’m still thankful for it. She so lovely, I understand why you adore her so much.” I shyly smiled “you do?” She nods as she stood up as well. “Yes of course, I adore her to be honest, she’s always so kind to me.” I smiled at her. “She is kind.” She nods and smiles at me. “But I’m also heading to bed, it was a dreadful day today for me.” “Yes of course, it was a rough day for you.” I locked all the doors and together we walked upstairs. “Well good night Emma.” “Good night Andrew.” I entered my bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. I saw her laying completely under the covers, hiding herself. I smiled and pulled off my shirt and pants. I carefully slipped next to her in bed and moved under the covers. Something wasn’t right as she lay so still with her back turned to me. “Love?” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her waist, as I did that I moved closer to her, seeing her wet cheeks. “My love, what happened.” I immediately wiped away her tears as she ducks into my chest, breaking down. “Darling…” I kissed her head and rubbed her back as she sobbed into my chest. “I’m here, darling it’s okay.” Her fingers pressed into my bare skin as she held me close, afraid I would leave her. “It’s okay.” I kissed multiple times the crown of her head as she wet my chest.

She calmed down a bit but tears where still falling now and then down her cheeks, I immediately wiped them away if I saw them running down her face. “Love… what made you so sad.” “Do you love me?” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken as she asked me an question that hurt me. ‘Do you love me…’ “of course I love you my love.” ‘ I neglected her, she doesn’t feel loved, she probably doesn’t want me anymore…’ she sniffs and nuzzled her head to my collarbone. “Y-You don’t feel loved? You feel like I don’t love you?” I went with my fingers through her hair, scraping her scalp. She carefully looks up, she’s cried a lot as her beautiful eyes where bloodshot and swollen, Her cheeks were glossy and the tip of her noise was red. “I don’t know.” My heart broke in million pieces. I carefully cupped one side of her face, wiping the new tears away. “My love, I’m so sorry you feel like I don’t love you enough…but believe me I’m deeply in love with you.” She looks away and a single tear fell down my cheek. “Please tell me, why you feel like this…it pains me to see you like this…darling.” My voice cracked as my eyes became watery. Her lip trembles and started to fidget with my other hand. “I-I… I think you’re still in love with Emma.” “Emma?” She nods and hides her face in my neck, feeling ashamed of herself. “Darling, don’t hide yourself please, don’t be ashamed.” I slowly pulled her away from my neck. “Look at me..” my lip trembled as tears run down her cheeks again. “I’m in love with you, I want you. You’re the one I want… I’m sorry if I made you feel like this..” tears were falling down on my face. “I’m only trying to be a good friend and I didn’t realise that I hurt you… I’m sorry” she wraps her arms around me, hugging me and I cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

She went with her hand through my hair, trying to calm me down. “Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry.” “I’m not leaving you.” Her voice was muffled as she kissed my head. I pulled her closer to me, holding her a bit firmer. “I’m sorry love.” I looked up at her, her beautiful eyes looked at me and smiled sadly at me. “I’m sorry as well, I just… I just felt so uncomfortable with you being so close with her and she’s so perfect for you and…” I kissed her softly, shutting her up. Her hands moved to my shoulders, softly squeezing them as I deepened the kiss. “Baby your perfect, I promise I only want you.” She shyly smiles. “Really?” I nodded and wiped some hair out of her face. “Really, you’re so beautiful, even when you are covered in tears.” She cracked a smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about it, that it could make you uncomfortable.” “I’m sorry as well for making you sad.” I shook my head. “No don’t apologise for this, never apologise for sharing you feelings with me.” She grabbed my hand that lay on her cheek. “I love you Andrew.” As she softly squeezed in my hand. I smiled at her and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love you darling.” She wrapped her legs and arms around me, cuddling me. “I make sure you’re more happy, I’ll hang out a bit lesser with her, even tho she totally adores you.” Her head peeked up. “She does.” “Yeah she’s bugging me for awhile now when I’m going to ask you to be my wife.” I said with a awkward chuckle. “She needs to bug you more then, I’m waiting for awhile now.” I laughed and hugged her close. “You have to wait a little bit longer my love but I promise I will ask you but not now, you deserve way more better than this, here laying in this bed after we cried.” She giggles against my chest. “I can’t wait then mr Garfield.” “Me neither soon to be mrs Garfield.”

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Little Things of Love - Melly, Aesop, Luca, Antonio, and Andrew

Hi! I’m just doing this do indulge in my love of idv so, if anything is OOC, you can tell me but please don’t be rude haha. :)

Melly

Melly loves someone who loves her for who she is, not her beauty. Someone who loves her interest in entomology, even if they don’t understand.

Outside in the manor’s garden laid two lovers on a picnic blanket. A checkered blanket laying beneath them with small finger-sized sandwiches laying on small plates. A picnic basket laid beside the girl, whom was gushing about bees. The girl hadn’t been looking at her spouse during her ramble, just aimlessly looking ahead.

After a moment, the woman paused and focused on her spouse. Her spouse had already been staring at her, smiling, with a look of pure adoration and focus on their face. Melly herself knew that they didn’t know all that much about entomology yet they still listened to her ramble. Although you could not see her eyes, you could see Melly’s mouth curl into a small, warm, smile. Melly lightly grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek, “Thank you,” Melly whispered.

Confused, your eyebrows crinkled, “hm?”

“For listening.” Melly smiled while covering you in kisses. Her red lipstick left imprints all along your face while you sat there, stunned.

Aesop

Someone who’s a talker, who can carry the conversation. Someone who is fine with his aloof attitude and accepts him for who he is (and, his weird obsession with death).

Aesop’s room who in the past was quiet. You could hear a pen drop and could here the footsteps of whomever walking the corridor. Yet, that silence is now rare. Usually, a voice could be heard from the door. It’s be gushing and rambling about whatever came to mind.

You’d think that the owner, Aesop Carl, would be annoying at the newfound loudness in his room. Yet, that was not the case. He’d listen adamantly about whatever topic was on your mind. His eyes would soften, looking at your happy face. Aesop wouldn’t just stare out in space while talking to you, how could he! Aesop, to show you how much he’s listening, sometimes makes an occasional comment or question on whatever topic being discussed.

“So,” the grey haired man said looking at you, “it started all because some guy found.. a notebook that could kill whomever he wanted?”

“Well, yeah.” When he said it like that, it makes your 20 min explanation utterly useless. But, whatever. He listens and, truly, that’s all that matters. You smile at the man, lightly grasping his hand, “I love you, Aesop.”

Luca

Your mere presence means a lot to Luca. Whether you’re drawing, writing, sleeping, or watching something, as long as your with him, he’s satisfied.

As an inventor at heart, Luca spent many days working on numerous inventions. Unfortunately, due to his fixation on them, he’ll spend hours just working. Which causes his health to deteriorate over time. Of course, there’s someone who always makes sure he’s healthy. Though, Luca would never let you stay up with him while working on his inventions. No matter how much you persist, he’ll never approve of your health deteriorating over time because of him. After all, he can’t loose you too.

Luca leaned back in his chair, it was late at night, he finally finished his latest invention. It was a gadget for, his beloved, you. Something that’d help you throughout the hellish matches survivors were forced to endure. A smile was fastened on Luca’s face and was ready to present the gadget to you. But, when he got up and turned around, you were asleep. A small chuckle escaped Luca’s mouth. Silently, Luca put the gadget on the beside table closer to you and layed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling, and pulled you closer to him. His arms tightened around you, as if he were afraid that you’d disappear in the night. Yet, he knew you would never go. Luca kissed the top of your forehead, before drifting off to sleep himself.

Antonio:

A free spirit is what he thinks of you. Untainted of the world of aristocrats and untainted of their obsession. A joy to be around, whether you see our or not, is what he thinks whenever with you.

Perhaps, he did not deserve you. He watched you with other survivors, during his friendly match with Michiko (As, it was much easier to convince her to be friendly compared to the other hunters). You laugh while joking alongside Emma and Norton, Norton had likely said something funny. He watched as Michiko joyously danced with all the survivors. A silent tint of jealousy was evident. To be looked upon fondly without obsession and to be liked for who you are. It’s something that Antonio knew you thought of him as, but not the vast majority.

Yet, as he watched you run over to him and clasp his hand, he’s filled with everlasting joy. Antonio silently played the piano, with you beside him, but occasionally you could the man chuckle over his violin. If he knew you all those years ago, before he made the contract with that demon, Antonio one and only desire would be that you both would never part. Yet, he knew it would happen eventually. He’d watch as you’d age and he’d watch you die. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter in the moment. In the moment, he was happy. And, truly, that’s all that mattered to him.

Andrew:

A place of solace and happiness is how he feels, whenever with you.

Used to the solace of being alone, it was a surprise that he now found solace in you. At first, he was worried. After the death of his mother, he wasn’t used to human interaction. However, over time, it became better.

It was silent in your room. Andrew was laying on your bed, waiting for you to come back from your match. Little trinkets were sprinkled around your room some sat their intended places, some of the floor, and some scattered all around your room. Andrew picked up one of them, holding it in his fingers. A smile reached the man’s face as he remembered you. It was a trinket you use a lot but, for some reason, you didn’t wear it today.

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Andrew’s story is lowkey ass but sorry haha. Thanks for reading :)

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Andrew | Beautiful You | Romantic

Requested: Yes

In spite of your low self-esteem, Andrew reassures you that you are just as beautiful as those you compare yourself to, and to him, even more so.

Thomas is not exactly subtle. Whereas he has been staring at Ramah for the past twenty minutes across camp, you have found him out the second he set eyes on her, and are now observing the strange scene by looking up from your sewing every so often.

Matthew tries to be more discreet, but your keen eye has spotted him as well. His gaze is fixated upon Mary, watching her carefully, eagerly drinking in every detail of her.

The two women do not seem to mind it. At least, they don’t seem to be sensing a pair of eyes scrutinising them.

You don’t feel a pair of eyes on you, either.

But why would you? It’s not like you’d ever be half as beautiful as Mary or Ramah. Their hair shines, their faces brighten up under any circumstances. Even when tired, they are rays of sunshine, vessels of pure beauty, and you… You are just you.

Plain, simple, unassuming. With (h/c) hair you wished to be more healthy. And you are certain your (e/c) eyes don’t sparkle as vividly as Tamar’s dark ones. Of course the bachelors around camp will not even consider you a potential marriage candidate. Not when the other three women around your own age here are way more attractive than you are.

You are sunken away in thought as you are suddenly roughly disturbed from your focused state when you accidentally poke your finger with the needle you are holding. Yelping, you immediately bring it to your lips to take up the small droplet of blood that immediately appears.

Footsteps approach you from behind, and before you can even withdraw your index finger from your mouth, Thomas’ voice rings inside your ears.

“Hey, (Y/n), could you maybe help me with… Are you okay?”

You slowly take your hand away from your face and hum, eyeing him expectantly as he gives you a strange look.

“Well then. Okay, could you maybe help me with trying to ask for Ramah’s hand? I-I mean not like that! I am just… I am trying to… Do you know… Does she… Ever mention me?”

One of your eyebrows rises higher on your face. Thomas awkwardly grins as he gives you a hopeful look, anxiously awaiting your answer.

“She does, but… What would you need my help for? I do not know the kind of man her father is, so I’m not sure of what use I’d be and–”

“Kafni is fully aware that I intend to marry his daughter one day.” Thomas interrupts you, “It’s just… I want to do something special for her, you know? Ah… Let me rephrase. Imagine being a bachelorette waiting for a potential love interest to ask for her hand…” – Not that difficult to imagine, you bitterly think to yourself – “What would you like him to do? What would make you more interested in marrying a man?”

You put down your sewing work and purse your lips, humming in thought. “Let’s see,” you muse, “Ah… I never really considered anyone being interested in me that way, but… I think I would be interested in being with a man who is Godly, respectful, kind and caring, and most of all he’d have to accept me as I am. I wouldn’t want him to do anything specific, but…”

Pausing, you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling emotional as your throat feels tighter.

“But the only thing I’d ask for is for him to accept me for who I am, flaws and all.”

Thomas thinks for a moment, gazes over at Ramah, and then shrugs. “Not exactly the kind of answer I was looking for, but thank you anyways, (Y/n).”

You give him a grimace of a smile as he stalks off before even giving you the chance to react. You’re certain he didn’t mean anything negative with it, but it leaves you feeling even more lonely than you are, a pit growing in your stomach.

Suddenly, you are yearning for some time alone.

Putting down your work, you stand and stretch your sore limbs before heading for the women’s tent, grabbing your shoulder bag containing a few belongings.

“Where are you going?” Tamar asks as she looks up from her chores, “Is something going on?”

With a small shake of your head, you smile at her. “No, nothing is going on. I just need some time to myself.”

“Where will you be heading?”

You sigh, but there is no hint of annoyance in the sound. “Just to the nearby lake, I think. I need to sort out my thoughts.”

“I know that look. You seem troubled.”

You halt in your step and momentarily consider opening up to her. Tamar seems concerned enough to inquire about it, so why not? She is your friend after all, but you’re not sure if she would understand completely.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure her, “Thank you. I’ll see you later.” Tamar remains unconvinced as you leave the shade of the tent, stepping out into the scorching sun.

Holding onto the strap of your bag, you head for the body of water you know to be nearby.

You had seen Andrew and John head out for it yesterday evening in the hopes of catching a few fish for dinner tonight in the shallow parts of the water, although the latter of the two had returned to camp with no catch and an upset stomach about an hour ago, complaining about feeling under the weather.

The lake seems deserted for as far as you can look and is only a few minutes away. Part of it is around a bend, but there grows little to no foliage there, leaving you to take a seat with your back to camp, finding some coverage underneath a small tree.

You sigh and look out over the water, drinking in the feeling of serenity and solemnity. You’re just far enough away from the encampment to not hear any sounds from it, leaving you to your thoughts alone.

They soon drift to the future. Where would the ministry take you? Where would life after the ministry take you?

Thomas and Ramah would likely be married. Perhaps something would blossom between Mary and Matthew. Tamar would not have any trouble finding a spouse, either.

You’d be the only bachelorette left without a husband. Not that you needed one, but it hurt regardless.

You’d have to become more pretty, like they were.

The sun reflects on the water and makes it so that trying to use it as a mirror is futile. From your bag, you take a polished shard of glass you usually use to see your reflection and hold it in front of your face, inspecting your own features in the harsh light of the nearing noon.

Your (s/c) skin lacks radiance, you establish. With your index finger, you point at a few blemishes here and there. It’s dry and flaky from the damage long walks in bright sunlight has brought along. Your lips are chapped in spite of you usually rubbing them with some oil every night before bed. The (h/c) hair that frames your face doesn’t shine like Mary’s luscious locks do, nor do you have the sweet freckles Ramah has, nor the beautiful allure that Tamar possesses.

A tear rolls down your cheek and you don’t even bother wiping it away. How will you ever be enough? All the bachelors around camp must have crushes on these three women. There is no way that you can compare, even though it is not meant as a competition.

You sniffle, tucking some hair behind your ear in the hopes of making it look better, but the insecurities take the better of you. With a blurring vision, you wrap your free hand over your mouth and stifle the small sob that threatens to escape.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Andrew, carrying the net he has just cleaned over his arm, startles you greatly. Your eyes widen as you instinctively shy away from the sound of his voice, your heart skipping a beat.

“Are you okay?” he repeats his question when you do not answer. It takes you a second to gather yourself, wiping dry your cheeks with the back of your hand. Andrew, however, has seen more than enough to know that you are crying. His brow is furrowed in worry, although this goes unnoticed by you.

Your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as Andrew drops the net onto the ground and takes a seat next to you, the concern not leaving his face. “Hey now, (Y/n). You’re clearly upset about something. Did something happen?”

Sniffling, you shake your head. “It’s nothing, Andrew,” you hiccup, “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’ll just need some time by myself.”

The younger son of Jonah does not seem to move to get up again, instead leaning closer to you. “If anyone hurt you, just let me know so I can go and–”

“It’s okay.” you cut him off, “Really.”

Andrew doubtfully sighs. “I will not force you to answer, but know that you can go to Jesus with everything, too. I am sure He will know a way to help you.”

You scoff involuntarily and close your eyes in immediate shame. “I don’t think that He can help me. Plus, I don’t want to trouble Him with my insignificant issues.”

“If they are so insignificant, why are you here all by yourself, crying your heart out?”

Swallowing away the lump in your throat, you exhale. “Because it is significant to me, and me alone. I don’t want to inconvenience other people with my nonsense.”

“You can always inconvenience me with anything, (Y/n),” Andrew emphasises, causing your heart to pleasantly jump inside your chest. “If you need anyone to speak to, you know where to find me–”

“Do you think I’m ugly?”

The question leaves your lips before you can realise it has formed there and your neck and throat immediately turn crimson in humiliation. New tears well up inside your eyes, and they soon roll down your face.

Andrew stares at you dumbfoundedly. “What? I-I mean, what are you talking about? Where does that come from?!”

“You aren’t denying it.” you whimper.

He shakes his head frantically, and if you hadn’t been so dismayed in this moment, you’d have found the movement of his curls humorous.

“What? No! Not at all, (Y/n)! I-I think you’re gorgeous!” Andrew's cheeks turn pink and he clears his throat. “But– Where are you getting the idea that you aren’t?”

Your face pales. Did you just hear him correctly, or is he just saying what he’d think would comfort you?

“W-Well, Tamar is always stunning in her gowns and alluring beauty. Ramah is bubbly and beautiful and has caught the eye of Thomas. Mary is so sweet and caring, so it is no surprise that Matthew is totally infatuated with her, but… No one is looking at me! There is no way that I can ever be as appealing as they are, and it is making me feel… Like I’m not worth it.”

Andrew’s jaw drops.

“(Y/n), you are worth it!”

You inhale sharply. “Thank you, Andrew, it’s kind of you to try and make me feel better, but I know that you’re just saying it because you think it is what I want to hear, but I know that I am not half as beautiful as–”

“I mean it, (Y/n)!” Andrew counters with a tone to his voice that is almost pleading. You finally dare to look back up at him, his dark eyes filled with genuinity. “I think you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.”

You gulp.

“Any man would be so lucky to marry you. You’re a wonderful woman who pursues Adonai so eagerly. You’re friendly, generous, selfless, admirable. You are beautiful on the inside and on the outside.”

Processing what he is truly saying, you chew the inside of your cheek, your heart hammering inside your chest. “That is one of the nicest things someone has ever said to me.”

Andrew smiles at you - delightfully so - and your stomach swirls with sudden butterflies.

Could he be…

His eyes sparkle as he looks at you. You think back on the brief conversation you had with Thomas, about what you’d look for in a potential partner.

Godly. Kind. And the way he is making sure that you are alright is more than enough evidence to prove that he is sweet and caring.

And he accepts you just the way you are.

“Andrew,” you croak, voice heavy with emotion. “I… Thank you.”

The former fisherman hums, smiling a bit, but his face twists as if he is thinking about something.

“I would… I would be very stupid if I were to pass up on this opportunity to ask you if you would be interested in arranging a marriage between you and I… I-If you’d have me, that is.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Are you… Are you serious right now?!”

How could a handsome man like Andrew ever fall for someone like you? Sudden uncertainty tugs at your heartstrings. What if this was some kind of twisted joke he was pulling on you?

No, Andrew would not do that.

“Of course I am serious.” he whispers. “It would be such an honour to have a woman like you at my side for the rest of my life.”

A large grin breaks out over your face. “Then yes! Yes, please!”

Relief floods Andrew’s features. “Oh, that is wonderful! Thank you for trusting me with this, (Y/n)! I must… I must admit that I’ve been in love with you for a while now.” He averts his gaze, shyly looking away. “For quite some time, actually.” The words make your heart soar and you put your hand on his, smiling broadly.

“Thank you, too,” you respond, “For seeing in me what I didn’t see in me.”

Andrew smiles softly, brushing some hair out of your face. “I’ll repeat it from now until our final days, (Y/n), that you are the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met.”

Blushing, you lean into his touch as he gently cups your cheek, remaining like that for a few long seconds.

“Shall we sit here for a while longer?” you suggest after a minute or so. Andrew smiles, scooting closer to you so that his leg brushes against yours.

“Yes,” he says, looking out over the lake. “You and I, let us sit for a while longer.”

He takes your hand into his and squeezes.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #angel studios #chosen x reader #andrew x reader #the chosen andrew x reader #the chosen andrew

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In love with your sister | Andrew, Big James, John

A/N: requested by @jo-renee I apologize for the delay and I appreciate your patience. I hope these are close to what you wanted.

Warnings: possible angst depending on your definition of the word. Also, my GIfs aren’t probably as good as they could be.

~*~

Being the daughter of Zebedee meant that any man that took an interest in you, had to go through not only your father but your two brothers as well. And Andrew, even though he’d known your brothers James and John for awhile, was no exception. He’d never planned on falling for you, it had just happened, so gradual had the descent into love been that he’d not even really realized it had happened until you were constantly on his mind.

The gentle curve of your smile and the gleam that came to your eyes when amused was all he could see when his eyes shut for the night. The sweetness of the thought bringing a smile to his own lips, you were so soft spoken compared to your brothers, not to mention beautiful, it was no wonder you captured Andrew’s heart.

Andrew, had also captured your heart much to your surprise. A fact that delighted your Father and Mother, but left your older brothers feeling somewhat dismayed.

They watched with crossed arms as the two of you interacted, a welcoming smile on your face as you laughed at something Andrew had told you. All the while he smiled even wider at the chipper sound that left your lips that he’d caused, a blush rising to tint his cheeks a lovely pink as you lightly touched his arm.

At this James rolled his eyes, hitting John with his knuckles before motioning over to the two of you.

“Let’s head over, huh? Have a little talk with our future brother-in-law.” The suggestion of the elder making the younger one’s brown furrow before nodding, “sure.”

Both sets of eyes remained locked on you and Andrew, as the two approached you, eyes narrowed and arms crossed when they stopped in front of the two of you.

“James, John, it’s nice of you to join us.” You beamed, the brightness of your smile causing your oldest brothers lips to quirk up into a grin, “Andrew was just telling me about the time that -“

“Y/N!” Mary’s voice rung out across the camp as she waved you to come over, “it’s time for our Torah lesson.”

Nodding at her, you smiled gently at Andrew before leaving him with the promise of getting together with him later, a promise he told you he’d look forward to. Turning to take your leave, your gaze fell on your brothers, narrowing your eyes at them you mouthed a hurried, “play nice” before heading toward Mary.

The three of them watched your retreating figure before turning to face each other. James and John recrossed their arms as they refocused on Andrew, who countered the action with a nervous gulp of air.

Their attempt to intimidate him obviously working judging from his expression much to their delight as they moved closer yet. The proximity causing Andrew to stumble backward in an attempt to distance himself slightly.

James reached out a hand to latch on to his shoulder to steady him, “why do you look so nervous?” John questioned, a half sneer covering his lips at Andrew’s wide eyed expression as his eyes were glued to James’ much larger hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, do we scare you or something?” James’ added, still gripping onto Andrew’s shoulder.

“N-no.” His voice not as steady as he would’ve liked it to be, his whole body covered in sweat and his heart thumped wildly in his chest.

“Good.” John replied, reaching out to roughly pat his other shoulder, the action causing Andrew to flinch.

“We’d hate for our future brother-in-law to be scared of us.” James added, his brow somewhat furrowed as he looked down at the quivering mass that was currently Andrew.

“We’d also hate what we’d have to do if you did something to hurt Y/N.”

The two brothers sharing a smile as Andrew blushed, nodding as he wrung his hands, “I’d never do anything to hurt Y/N.”

“That’s good, let’s try to keep it that way, hm?” The elder of the two suggested, squeezing Andrew’s shoulder before the two of them took their leave. Their departure making Andrew sigh in relief, dabbing his forehead lightly in an effort to make himself appear less frazzled. The only thing soothing his nerves, being the sight of you huddled around the fire with Mary as you studied.

~*~

You’d known the sons of Zebedee for awhile, not quite as long as your brothers Simon and Andrew. But, you’d known them long enough to know that Big James had taken a liking to you.

A fact that delighted you and discontented your brothers, Simon especially. While Andrew wasn’t exactly crazy about the idea of you and James together, he at least trusted the idea that with James you’d be safe and well cared for. Simon on the other hand, didn’t like it at all and was not the least bit scared to let his opinions be known.

It all kicked off one day when you were at Simon’s house with Eden, she had asked you to help her repair the fishing nets, and you of course obliged. The two of you had worked together all day, laughing together at many different things until you both decided to stop for the day when your brothers came back, the Sons of Thunder directly behind them.

Upon spotting you at the table, James eyes immediately lit up, a smile replacing the slight frown he’d been sporting after a rough day on the water. All of which, Simon had not failed to pick up, causing his brow to grow heavy with frustration.

“Y/N, what a pleasant surprise to find you here.” James exclaimed, moving over to take a seat next to you.

“A pleasant surprise considering Simon told us Y/N and Eden were mending nets today.” John snickered before shooting you a good natured wink, only to be glared at by James. The scene making you laugh lightly as Eden nudged you with raised eyebrows before making her way over to Simon.

“How was your day, James?”

His smile only widened at your inquiry before leaning forward towards you a bit, the sight making Simon want to lunge forward, and he would have, had it not been for Eden grabbing his arm.

“Oh it was ok, we didn’t catch much though, it was pretty rough out there, nothing I couldn’t handle though.” He reassured, your eyes drawn to the muscles that flexed in his arm that he’d drawn up to himself so he could rest his chin on his hand. A slight blush crossed your cheeks at the sight of the veins that were laced around the muscle, this only gave James all the more confidence.

“I’m sure it was nothing if not easy for you.” Your reply and smile along with your batting eyelashes prompting Simon forward, out of the clutches of Eden.

“Y/N, you need to head home before it gets dark.” He moved to help you up, pushing you away from the table and positioning himself between you and James.

“It’s an hour before it gets dark though.” Focusing now on your brother, before looking back out the window at the sky, “the sun is still out.”

“Which is exactly why you need to start making your way.” He pushed, ushering you towards the door, you locked eyes with Andrew who just shrugged at you before turning back to his conversation with John.

“Simon.” Eden spoke, her tone sharp as her eyes narrowed at him, but your brother paid her no mind in his effort to shuttle you out the door, his main objective to get you away from James.

“I can walk her home if it gets dark.” James offered, smiling gently at you before fixing your brother with a perplexed look. At this you nodded, welcoming any time you could get with James, his offer tuning the corners of your lips upward and causing your stomach to flood with butterflies.

“That would be lovely, James.” You blurted, watching as Simon opened his mouth in exasperation, his arms crossed as you went back over to sit with James, the two of you talking and laughing until the sun went down, much to Simon’s annoyance and Andrew’s dismay as Simon had made him stay there waiting.

His plan obviously being to have Andrew take you home instead of James. When you finally decided it was time to go it was almost pitch black outside aside from the flickering light that came from the torches on the buildings. Saying your goodbyes to everyone you gathered your items and walked over to the front door with James behind you.

“Andrew is going to go with you, Y/N, that way James doesn’t have to go all the way through town and back.” Simon informed walking over and dragging Andrew with him, in an effort to push Andrew out the door first.

At this you and James exchanged looks, the slightly deflated look in your eyes making his heart melt, before his dark brown eyes turned toward Simon, “I don’t mind taking her, I’m sure Andrew is tired after being out on the water all day.”

“Andrew is right here though, it only makes more sense that he takes her, brothers are more protective after all.” Simon’s eyebrow raised as he glowered slightly at the bigger man.

“I’d protect Y/N, you need not worry.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about!” Simon yelled, the volume of his voice causing you and Andrew to exchange nervous looks.

“I’m trying to protect her from you!” He continued, finger pointing at James in an accusatory manner, both you and Andrew moved closer to the door before looking over at James, who stood with a clenched jaw and crossed arms. His mouth opened to reply before he looked back over at you, your anxious expression calming him a bit, he nodded closing his mouth as he did so.

If he was going to argue with Simon, he wouldn’t do it in front of you, “ok.”

“I’m serious, James, leave her alone.” Simon warned as you all headed out the door, not before you shot a glare at the back of Simon’s head. Andrew nudged you towards the road, eager to get away from the hostile environment. You ignored him however and waited for James to appear, shooting him an apologetic look, “James, I -“

“Come on, Y/N.” Andrew spoke quietly, loitering awkwardly as he waited, “It’s ok, I look forward to seeing you again, soon maybe?” James spoke, eyes gleaming at you with hope.

“I’d like that.”

“I would too.”

Watching him smile at you one last time, you allowed Andrew to pull you away, calling out over your shoulder, “Goodnight, James!”

“Goodnight, Y/N!” His large hand waving at you as you parted ways, he wouldn’t leave you alone, he’d see you again. Besides that, it was only a matter of time before he’d ask for your hand with no fear of either of your brothers.

~*~

Being the sister of Philip, you’d not started to follow Jesus until later, when Philip had invited you to join them. When you’d come in, the group was already well established and bonds had been formed making it a bit more difficult to feel like you really fit in. Except of course, for John who always made sure you were included.

After a while though, your feelings as well as John’s had blossomed into something more than just friendship. And while the two of you hadn’t told anyone but each other about your feelings, your brother Philip had taken a notice of it. The looks that the two of you would share with glimmering eyes, and the smiles that would light up both your faces at the sight of the other doing little to hide your affections for the other.

The fact that the two of you talked about the other nonstop, was also a dead giveaway to Philip. One day, when John had talked to you and asked you about asking Philip for your hand you were both nervous and excited. The two of you having no idea that Philip was already onto you.

“What if he says no?”

“What if he says yes?” The two of you beaming at each other as you made you way towards your brother. Elbows brushing slightly in your close proximity, causing the both of you to blush madly, before John cleared his throat and moved over a step.

Upon spotting Philip the two of you exchanged nervous smiles before heading directly for him, John whispering a hushed prayer as he approached your brother and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Turning, he smiled at you happily, giving you a hug in greeting and an affectionate kiss on the cheek before releasing you, “You two look excited today.”

You nodded as John cleared his throat nervously, hands on hips as he puffed his chest out slightly. The three of you all looking quietly at each other for a second before Philip’s smile disappeared and his brow furrowed with concern.

“Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

“Everything is fine.” You reassured, looking from your Brother to John whose brow was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard before looking Philip directly in the eye.

“I’m in love with your sister!” He blurted, the words so rushed you barely comprehended them. His confession making your eyes widen at him as this wasn’t the way you’d planned for this to go.

“You think I don’t know that already?” Philip laughed, patting John on the shoulder lightly, “you had me worried for a second.”

“Philip…” you whispered, shaking your head at him in an effort to quiet him, your gaze finding John’s again, who smiled now, your brother’s cheerful demeanor obviously relaxing John a bit.

“I was wondering if I might um…” his voice wavering at the end as he looked over at your expectant face. Your excitement making him swoon internally and a blush rise on his cheeks. Philip smiled at him patiently as he worked up the courage to ask his question.

“I was wondering if I might ask for your sister’s hand in marriage?”

Philip’s smile dropped for a second as he looked over at you, your face still as you looked between John and your brother.

“Well, Y/N, is this something you’d want?” Your brother questioned, now turning to give his complete attention to you. Your cheeks hot as you wrung your hands together anxiously before shooting John a hopeful smile.

“Yes.” You responded quietly, just daring to glance up at Philip who was now smiling widely.

“Then I guess welcome to the family!” His tone elated as he hugged John, thumping him on the back as he did so. Your stomach flipped joyfully at the words of approval, smiling so widely your cheeks hurt you let out a gleeful chuckle.

“Praise Adonai! I was so nervous!” John exclaimed hugging your brother back, before beaming over at you. Moving closer to you, he looked over at Philip who nodded at him, as John’s fingers linked with yours.

“Now, comes all the plans and preparations.”

“And you thought asking me was the hardest part, wait until you start planning with Y/N.” Philip teased playfully, earning him a slight shove from you and a laugh from John, smiling at the two of you he departed, knowing that you couldn’t have chosen a better man for a husband.

#the chosen #the chosen fanfiction #the chosen x reader #big james x reader #john x reader #andrew x reader

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thedivinevera · 10 months

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Professor Marston

Professor Marston x reader, Andrew Marston x reader, Andrew Marston x FEM! AFAB!reader, professor x student, young professor x student, Zsakuva character x reader

Professor x adult!! student, forbidden love, smut, breeding, sex, p and v sex, mention of marriage and pregnancy, obsessive tendency, yandere tendency

Tw : Smut, p and v sex, yandere tendency, obsessive tendency, bad writing, bad grammar, please help!!, OCc Andrew

Sweet ramble for our professor

A/n : sorry for the OCc character

:( it's just very hard to wrote horny things when his literally a beige flag :)

Professor Marston is so mean :( so different from Andrew Marston, your boyfriend who cares you softly. Professor Marston manhandle you to his Shaft, not even letting you have a break, forcing you to jump on his hard cock with his hands on your waist, your poor pussy numbing and completely red from skin slapping and continue Cumming

When he's busy he will make you sit on his cock while he has doing his professor work :| so bored and itching for his dick to move but you don't want to be a bad girl so you completely stay still not wanting to disappoint your professor, after all you're a good girl, you love your professor Marston right? So stay still and wait until he fuck your slutty cunt and let him do his job so he can ruin you straight until the sun rise

He gets jealous when you talk to the other Young professor... A lot :,( asking you if his extra credit are not enough and you need another professor's cock to suck and pass your grade, sweetie you don't need them you only need him, make him feel good and he will pass you and even convince your other professor to do the same after all who wouldn't believe to the strict, young genius Professor Marston when he talk about a potential student so just worry your pretty head of yours on how to write your essay with his hard hot cock mushing your inside after all once you graduated you can be his pretty wife, he's already successful than does old hag so why don't he take a leap and marry his pretty girl 😍😍😍 you don't need to do anything other than to become his little pretty slutty wife ready to take his cock after he come back home, stress because of the stupid children that can't figure out how to live their Life.

He sometimes fantasize about you when you're at his class, imagining how pretty you would be once you are filled with his cum, his sperm try to fertilize your egg and making you pregnant with his pretty children. He promised to himself that once you're both married he would definitely breed you making sure that you will give him children boy and girl, he wants children of each gender and wouldn't stop until he completely have a girl and boy calling him papa. He want to have a big family full of happy children raising them not like how his parent does loving them equally not looking what achievement they can give for the family and that would only work once he breed you successfully. Once the bell ring his fantasy stop.

Asking you to stop by for a moment, bending you to the desk after he lock the door when he said he just want to speak to you :) realizing that he want to talk about your future with him with his dick all the way to your deep inside just waiting to paint your inside white and letting his spermy run for the egg :(

You after your fav professor ask for you to stay: ☺️

Realizing that he just want to breed you: ☹️

But of course you would like it right? After all you love him right? He can ask you to spread your leg wide and jump on his dick and you would do that right???? The only problem you have is how you will hide the dripping cum until you finish your class and finally going home to his place and letting him continue, after all you're to noisy to be breed multiple times in his office and also Luca or others might see you and he wouldn't let anyone to see how pretty your pussy is that's only for him ☺️☺️☺️ after that you can receive an aftercare from your sweet boyfriend Andrew Marston, can't wait for Andrew to be the one who breed you too, after all h professor or not he just want to have you

#fem reader #zsakuva #vera'swork #andrew marston #andrew x reader #smut #professor Marston #strict professor

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he-ate-with-the-wrong-people · 11 months

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Forgive, and You Will Be Forgiven (PROLOGUE)

Andrew x Reader; Atticus x Daughter!Reader

Series Masterlist

You hurry through the streets, veil half-covering your face and fully covering your hair. After everything your mother faced, it fell to you to be double the devout Jewess to atone for your tainted blood. It is not your fault that your mother chose to marry a Roman, and yet you are treated as a leper for her choice. An outcast. Rejected by Gentiles for your Jewishness and labeled unclean and immoral by Jewish society despite having committed no crime to earn such a reputation.

Your mother swore, even to her deathbed, that the two loved each other. You bit back a scathing response each time. After all, the second he had been promoted to the rank of Cohortes Urbanae, he had abandoned your disgraced pregnant mother in Jerusalem to move back to Rome. She was sent to live with a widowed aunt in Capernaum, where you were born and raised, distinctly lacking contact with your grandparents. Even the other neighborhood children were made to shun you growing up, leaving you lonely and resentful toward the man who ruined your life by giving you life.

Now, it is just you. No man would marry you and no home accept you. After your great aunt's death, her son kicked you out onto the streets. You manage to make a respectable living running a booth of traded fabrics and by sewing dresses and tunics, scraping by in a small room you rent out on the meager sum you get by on earning.

You are so intent on your journey home, bundle of what little you could by for Shabbat in your arms, that you almost don't notice the woman in front of you. You skid to a stop at the last second, some of the herbs you carry falling into the dirt. “Oh, no,” you mutter, bending down to pick them up and accidentally splashing water on her in the process. “Oh, goodness, I am so, so sorry-”

“It is fine.” She gives you a gentle smile, kneeling in the dust beside you to assist. “Are you all right?”

“Why are you asking me? I just spilled water on you-”

“And it is merely water on my hem. It will dry. Are you alright?”

You glance down, discouraged, at the now-filthy herbs in your hand. You had saved up to get them, and now…

“Come to my house for dinner,” the woman offers.

You meet her eyes, confused. “I’m… sorry?”

She maintains that warm smile. “I am Mary of Magdala. Please, I would be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight. We have too much food for the number of mouths.”

“Are you… sure?” You ask, wary, but never quite having grown out of your deep desire for acceptance.

“Of course. If you would give me your name?”

You blush, embarrassed, but comply as you accept her help standing up. She leads you down the road—ostensibly in the direction of her house—as you thank her. “Why invite me, though?” You add after.

An expression you don’t quite understand comes into her eyes. “Let’s just say I had a feeling about you.”

#the chosen fanfiction #the chosen x reader #the chosen #the chosen tv series #atticus x daughter!reader #andrew x reader #the chosen andrew #andrew x you #the chosen atticus

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aceymazy · 1 year

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I’m lowkey curious about Dom Andrew… he’s sorta fine 🫣

IF THIS IS IDV ANDREW YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE SHAWTY. DOM ANDREW SUPREMACY🙏🙏🙏🙏

~~IDV Andrew dom HC's~~

okay okay SOO hear me out.

Andrew before sex would be shy like why would you want to be that intimate with him??

after you actually convince him and ARE at the part where you guys start hes nervous and excited to say the least

hes either a service dom, or a rough dom like theres no inbetween

hes only rough with you when hes a little bit too jealous (hes overthinking too much and gets jealous often rip your legs🙏 +he gets easily jealous of the other guys in the manor be careful...)

when hes a service dom hes super duper sweet, he will always make sure youre okay and stop whenever you say so

aftercare with him is a bath he cleans you both and snacks n drinks whatever you need!

ik this is a rollercoaster im at dom then soft and then aftercare but bear with me okay.

hes not the kinkiest person, hair pulling and maybe bondage? (only giving w bondage, and recieveing and giving w hair pulling)

when hes rough he might say somethings like

"does it feel good whore?"

and stuff like that (i cant believe i actually wrote that bro im cringing, i need to get better at this😭😭)

i know other people think he wouldnt swear... well fuck that shit im throwing that out the window. HE SWEARS DURING SEX.

as i said, the aftercare is IMMACULATE✨

he takes the BEST care of you fr

in conclusion hes the best at aftercare and may be rough w you, but isnt the rough part the FUN part?

THIS IS SO SHITTY IM SO SORRY I WROTE THIS AT MY SCHOOLS BREAK. anyways, hope you enjoyed even though its shitty. (likes n reblogs appreciated)

#hcs #scenarios #ameirl #andrew idv x reader #idv andrew x reader #andrew idv #idv andrew #andrew x reader #andrew idv scenarios #idv scenarios #idv smut???#idv smut #I CANT WRITE SMUT HEADCANONS PROPERLY SOMEONE TEACH ME.

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kryannoy · 2 months

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Can we see Andrew with Reader raising their own children?

genre: fluff, sfw

character: husband!andrew graves x reader

a/n: sorry for taking a bit too long, i didn't notice the ask TT i'm sorry!

First of all, I can totally see he'd be a girl dad.

The first time he ever held his firstborn, he fell in love. Her skin was so soft and smooth, she weighs like a feather yet heavy enough to know she's a healthy baby. Her eyes still shut from the world but her mouth was open slightly, snoring peacefully. He was so scared to hold her yet so excited.

Sometimes he thinks he's not worthy of holding such a pure soul in his filthy and dirty hands, but you were there to reassure him that she was his child too.

He didn't know how to hold a baby properly so he had to sit next to you on the bed as you show him the ropes. He was tense and stiff when he had his daughter in his arms.

But those eyes . . . his eyes showed pure and spiritual love. His eyes never left the baby. And the smile, oh, how happy he was to finally have a proper family with you. To start anew.

Andrew loves to take over for you when you need a nice shower, or when you're cooking meals. He'll be willing to make sure the toddler doesn't cry nor upset when mommy isn't around.

Bedtime with daddy is somehow the best time. Why? Because he'll read her to sleep or even make up a story. Sometimes, he'll make an immersive storytelling by acting it out. And those times, you hear laughter in the kid's room rather than silence.

On a tiring day of work for Andrew, your daughter wants to surprise him by wearing a cute sparkly dress, crown, cape, wand and makeup. Of course you did just that and brought her downstairs to meet with daddy slouching in the living room.

His green eyes light up and his face brightens once again. He'll compliment the little one, take her hand and twirl her around. He wants nothing more than his precious daughter to be treated this way by a man when she grows up, to let her know this is how she should be treated.

The sight of your beloved man holding your daughter's hand makes you wonder a little, what happens when he sees his daughter in a prom dress? Or a wedding gown? Would he tear up? What kind of expression would he make?

But all he knows is he wants to be the kind of father who would be there for his kids.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #andrew graves x reader #andrew graves #andy #andy graves #andy graves x reader #andrew x reader #andy x reader #tcoaal fluff #andrew graves fluff #andy graves fluff

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chol1na · 3 months

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there’s no knowing how others are feeling unless you ask them. and your feelings can’t get through to others unless you tell them directly

CHARACTERS ˖⁺‧₊

luca:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

jonah:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

kayson:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

andrew marston:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

isaac rhoades:

✮ kitty? kitty.

✮ pickle vs nihongo. [idea cr: @yoosungs-cheeks]

elias:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

xanthus (lawrence) claiborne:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

zaros kymen atha'lin:

nothing (╥﹏╥)

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myfavoritesstuff · 20 days

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Hi, How are you doin?

May I request a fluffy cuddle scenario/oneshot with Andrew where they're talking before drifting off cause both of them have a bit trouble sleeping? Hmm.. and maybe a little nsfw at the end? Thank you!

“Yes, We Really Do”

Pairing: Andrew Graves x Reader

Prompt: Falling asleep isn’t always easy, but don’t worry, Andrew is there to help.

Note: This does have smut! Ooc Andrew (a bit). This is kind of short but I probably will rewrite it later and make it longer. NOT PROOFREAD

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm light over the figures nestled under the covers. Andrew Graves, with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes, lay on his side facing you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Can't sleep?" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet of the night.

You shook your head, the day's worries still buzzing like distant bees in your mind. "It's one of those nights," you admitted, feeling the weight of exhaustion without the sweet release of sleep.

Andrew reached out, his hand finding yours under the sheets, fingers intertwining with a comforting familiarity. "Let's talk about something nice then," he suggested, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

You thought for a moment, the presence of Andrew beside you already easing the tension in your shoulders. "Remember the day we spent at the beach last summer?" you started, a fond memory surfacing amidst the sea of thoughts.

A soft chuckle escaped Andrew's lips. "How could I forget? You were determined to build the biggest sandcastle the shore had ever seen."

"And you were determined to help, even though it kept collapsing," you added, the memory bringing a smile to your face.

The conversation flowed easily, each word a stitch in the fabric of your shared comfort. As the conversation fades into comfortable silence, you lean your head against Andrew’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. His fingers start to trace gentle patterns along your back, sending shivers down your spine. You snuggle closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his embrace.

After a few seconds of listening to his heartbeat, you look up. Andrew’s eyes sparkle with love and adoration as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. And another. You giggled a bit as he kept lightly kissing you, moving from your lips to all over your face.

The more he kissed you, the more intense the kisses became. Each one lasted longer than the previous one, and each one had a bit more passion to them. His breathing soon became strained, as he whispered to you.

“I know something that would help us sleep”

You immediately knew what he was referring to and became flushed but you didn’t pull away.

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Your walls clenched, as you felt him grinding against you. Slick coaxed your entrance and you felt yourself start to lose focus on what was happening. He seemed to notice and called out to you.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” You nodded just as he slipped into you. His thrusts had your breath hitching while he groaned in pleasure. You tried raising your hips, only to have one of his hands push your hips back down. “Let me do all the work tonight. You deserve it.”

He then leaned down and placed wet kisses against your chest and collarbone causing you to shiver. His kisses soon traveled upward, and he ended up placing a few along your jawline.

His thrusts soon became more frequent, each one having both of you grow closer to the end. Exhaling in short breaths, you wrapped your legs around Andrew’s waist pulling him even closer to you.

Your vision then became blurred as you felt yourself release, crying out when Andrew’s thrusts didn’t stop. “You feel so good” Andrew’s voice cut through the air, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

“Andrew” you called out his name, looking directly into his eyes, “make me yours.”

With that he let out his own sound, one that was as sinful as it was beautiful. He then pulled out leaving you to flinch at the feeling.

Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a pleasant sigh as he pulled you in.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked, voice gentle.

“I’m good, I’m happy that I got to spend tonight with you like this.”

“Me too… me too.”

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“Ugh! Andy! Y/n! Why did you guys have to next to my room?!” Ashley called out in frustration. You were standing next to Andrew as he tried to explain.

“Y/n had trouble falling asleep and besides where did you expect us to do it? Out in the living room?” As the two bickered back and forth, you giggled at them, causing them to look your way. Andrew’s eyes softened and he smiled as he turned to give you a hug and kiss on the cheek. Ashley just groaned and looked away in disgust.

“You really love each other, don't you?” The two of you looked at each other and smiled.

“Yes we really do.”

#andrew graves x reader #andrew x reader #andy and leyley #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew and ashley #ashley graves #tcoaal #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #fanfic smut #request #andy graves #leyley graves

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