#andrew graves x reader smut

[julysn]

it’s too late to stop, won’t the heavens save me?

nsfw sfw

ship: (somewhat ooc) andrew graves x afab!reader

includes cursing + sexual content. no plot, just sex. yeah. (probably) inaccurate depictions of sex, i haven’t even had my first kiss so idk what u expect from me. somewhat ooc, whatever, it’s smut. just read it dawg 😣

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

a/n: what am i cooking here. possibly ooc, idk i’m really sleepy and i’m in class rn so yeah..

i’m wearing the shirt (cough. u guys know) while writing this lmfaoo

first tcoaal fic. everyone cheered.

You gaze into his emerald eyes, admiring the way the only emotion visible in those orbs being pure, unfiltered lust.

Andrew looks at you as his hands slowly crawl up to pull down his boxers. You watch with anticipation as the cloth falls down to the floor, leaving him completely nude for you and you only. His shaft stands tall and erect, as hard as ever as the ravenette slowly approached you.

Your breath hitched as he stood before you, his tousled black hair sitting on his head all prettily as those gorgeous eyes stared down into your soul. It was like his gaze was unwinding you piece by piece, limb by limb, until you were nothing but your mere consciousness, and it was one of the sexiest yet scariest things you had ever seen. It almost made you afraid about the future, and, more specifically, tomorrow. Would you even be able to walk properly? With the way his orbs were fixated on you and you only, it didn’t look like it.

Andrew slouched down to kiss you as you sat on his bed, tenderly yet domineeringly pressing his lips against yours as his tongue slipped through your teeth and into your mouth. You let out soft gasps as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, yearning to memorize each and every crevice he came across. You couldn’t get enough of his sweet lips as you leaned deeper into the make out session he had initiated.

Once the two of you finally broke apart, he gave you a few moments to catch your breath as he leaned in and began to leave gentle, wet kisses down from your temple to jawline. A soft blush crawled up your cheeks as you sat there, accepting his affection with open arms while the tip of his member pressed against your thigh.

“Andrew..” You moan out quietly, tilting your head to accept his jawline and neck kisses. Your voice was so smooth and velvety, Andrew felt himself melt into putty. He smiled faintly and gave you a haste kiss on the lips, before refocusing down on your collarbone and neck.

Your lips parted to let out soft groans, your hands and thighs trembling as he slowly began to pull your shirt off. His lustful eyes betrayed the sweet way he began to undress you, steadily taking each article of clothing off. Your cheeks reddened as more of your body began to get exposed, causing you to shiver slightly as the somewhat-chilly air hit your skin.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He breathes out, voice deep and husky as his fingers gently grazed the fabric of your panties, teasing you before he would inevitably tug them off. You swore that the way he spoke and how sensual his voice was had made you even wetter than you already were, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

You watched as he tugged off your panties, leaving your entrance completely exposed to his hungry eyes, the feeling of his gaze on your most intimate areas making you more aroused. You watched as he pushed you down onto the bed, your back hitting the comfortable sheets as his lips pressed against your hips, leaving hot kisses down to your thighs. He was getting more and more comfortable as the night progressed, his advances becoming more bold.

The atmosphere slowly began to feel hotter, while your vision followed the way Andrew’s kisses trailed up to your entrance. You let out soft gasps as he began to gently lick your folds, his tongue sliding across the wet flesh like butter sliding across a pan. Your head reeled back in ecstasy as you threw your hand over your mouth to stifle your breathless moans, but you knew he didn’t mind when you were loud. It was like his way of claiming you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, Andrew, oh god-” You babble mindlessly, lost in the sea of pleasure that he had enveloped you in. His tongue slicked back and forth, leaving a trail of saliva all over your kiss-bruised clit. You look down, hand successfully suppressing your whines of pleasure as his head averted upwards to watch your expressions of pleasure. He smirked and pressed another kiss against your skin, a shiver of lust sending chills down your spine as your hands made its way into his hair and you gripped those soft strands of his, throwing your head back.

“You look desperate.” He scoffs lightheartedly as he playfully pinched your hips and stood back up, the tip of his member rubbing against your wet cunt and causing your thighs to tremble in excitement. Your hands slid off of his hair and onto the bedsheets, gripping them for support as your back arched forward and your breathing began to get heavier, shakier, and more frequent.

“I am.” You admit, rolling your eyes as a lighthearted smile rested on your lips. A faint smile flashes across Andrew’s face, before he quickly glances around the room for any possible lubricants. His gaze swiftly landed on a bottle of lube on his dresser, and he pulled away to grab it before squeezing some on his hand.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He replies smugly, shrugging nonchalantly. He rubbed the substance all over his erect member, a smug smirk gracing his expression as you began to feel the tip of his cock slicking up and down your folds. Your lips parted to release a soft whimper, your hands tightening the grip around his sheets as he chuckled huskily and slowly laid his hands on top of your spread thighs.

His gaze explored your body as he looked down at you, stare unintentionally degrading but in a sexy way that most were unable to match. He slouches down yet again, to give you one last kiss, like a warning of what was to come next. Your breathing was as irregular as ever, heart thumping against your ribcage as your hands trembled due to the intense grip it held on the linen (and also because you were excited).

You watched with shaky breaths as Andrew’s tip gradually pushed past the rings of muscle that, to him, felt like the gateway of Heaven, or, more like Hell, if you were to consider all of the things he had done in his past with his sister.

Light, lecherous whimpers escaped your throat as your back arched forward, eager to invite more of him inside. You didn’t want him inside, no, that would be an understatement.

You needed him, deep inside, pounding away like his life depended on it.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” Andrew coos, voice sweet like honey yet smooth like butter, tone as dulcet as ever. It was a stark contrast from how he usually was in public; cynical, cold, apathetic. You shivered at his duality, the way he was so tender with his words making you feel chills as you were used to his sardonic demeanor. “it’s driving me crazy.”

It was as if his intense stares from previously had finally been able to unwind your limbs apart to reveal your soul, as the pleasure he was inducing was like he was fucking you deep into your consciousness. He was buried inside of your heat, his member enveloped in the sea that was your wet entrance. You let out faint whines as his thrusts slowly began to crescendo in speed and intensity.

Andrew’s hips rammed into yours, his member continuing to fill the void within your cunt and then slipping out of it, only to come back inside again. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, head reeled back as your grip on the linen sheets tightened even further. Your knuckles were practically ghostly white at this point, toes curled in arousal.

You let out intoxicated whimpers as he pumped deep inside, vision blurred with ecstasy. You were caught off-guard at the sudden sensations of his lips pressing against your neck. “Andrew, oh god..”

Your hips bucked forward instinctively, trying to angle yourself so he could get to the most pleasurable spots. His soft, black curls boucned around on his head prettily as his thrusts heightened in speed. You gasped as his member slicked in and out of your clenched pussy, cheeks flushed in both excitement and pleasure.

Your head tilted downward to meet his gaze, becoming absolutely mesmerized by the way he was staring at you with a pleasant mix of infatuation and lust. Pearls of sweat beaded his hairline, dripping onto your bare waist and thighs, beginning to soak into your skin and leaving his musky scent behind.

Slowly yet surely, you felt your climax creeping up through your veins. You were so close, so goddamn close, and each and every thrust of Andrew’s hips was helping push you off the edge.

“I-” You gasped out, body trembling and face contorted in ecstasy. “I’m gonna—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, it was interjected by your climax, your cum blanketing his veiny shaft as your inner walls clenched even tighter than they already had. You let out a loud, high-pitched whimper, breathless and exhausted as Andrew had also reached his own climax.

“Fuck, I’m cumming—!” He groaned loudly, his nails digging into your hips as his thrusting came to an abrupt stop. You let out a soft moan as the feeling of cum filling your pussy filled your senses, his dick beginning to soften as he was still deep inside you.

The two of you just laid there for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes and trying to catch your breath. You attempted to take deep, long breaths, Andrew’s cock now completely soft as he pulled away and out from you and grabbed a tissue. You smiled faintly as he gently wiped off his semen off of your folds and thighs, before grabbing another tissue to wipe off his own lower half.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” He breathed out, throwing the tissues away and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “… Love you.”

Your heart immediately melted at his affection, and you nodded and kissed him on the cheek in return. “I love you too.”

#HES SO #SSOOO FINEEE #i wont him so bad #julysn #julia’s fics .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ #x reader smut #smut #afab reader #afab reader smut #tcoaal smut #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #andrew graves x reader #andrew graves x reader smut #x reader #cherriepicked

[kryannoy]

what his kinks are . . .

genre: nsfw, smut

character: andrew graves

warnings: hair pulling, doggy style, biting, marking, choking, + no ashley involved

a/n: i am a bit too obsessed with him at the moment so let me relive my 13 year old self where i used to love psycho guys

HAIR PULLING

Definitely. It was shown in his flashback with Julia where he asked her to tie up her hair. In this case, he would love it if you tied your hair up in a ponytail. It makes it easier for him to grab all of your hair in one go. However, if you're not tying it up, he'd still bunch up your hair in one hand and fuck you from behind.

DOGGY STYLE

Speaking of, he likes doing it in this position. Not because he can admire your ass being pounded by his hips, but also your gorgeous back where he can easily have access to mark you all up.

BITING / MARKING

His body is always so close to you because he can't keep his mouth away from your skin. He loves to bite you, suck you, lick you—whatever to show you're his and his only. He loves to see the purple and red spots and bite marks all over your neck, shoulder, chest, tits, thighs, everywhere. It reminds him of the intense night he had with you.

He even loves it when you leave scratch marks on him. He likes to know he's fucking you good. It boosts his ego, making his oh so hot smirk appear on his face.

CHOKING

He doesn't actually want to hurt you but if you want to he's fine with it. Plus, if it's a rough day for him and he'd go feral, he will choke you in bed. It's like another side of him you get to see.

This includes him collaring you. Oh, he loves to see you wearing a pretty pink or red or black collar with a heart. He loves to pull on the heart which tightens the grip. He wouldn't mind putting on the leash, holding onto it tight and fucking you into the sheets. At times, he really wants you to keep it on even off bed but other times, he likes to see the mark it leaves on your neck along with the hickeys.

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

[senseichaos]

IMAGINE:

Andrew forcing your head down into the pillows as he takes you from behind, not caring for your breathless huffs and teary eyes.

He'll fuck you as nice and hard as he wants for as long as he wants and when he's done he'll pamper you like the good boyfriend he is.

Hell, he might even fuck you again in the bath afterwards.

"c'mon baby, my cocks hard for you.."

"don't make me ask twice, baby, you know I'm impatient,"

"good girl, letting me use you,"

And after all that he'll act like he didn't make you suck his cock within an inch of your life. Because you love him, right?

Right?

#proship #senseichaos #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #andrew graves x reader #tcoaal #tcoaal smut #andrew graves smut #unhealthy relationship #tcoaal fancic #senseichaosdrabbles

[myfavoritesstuff]

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

[ang3lofdivinity]

Can we have Andrew and Reader have a life after the events of the game (In the Bulletless Decay route)?

Reader would be an exchange student who would have gone to stay with the Graves family, but in the end she ended up being another 'victim' of the game's circumstances.

She would be a type of person who was indifferent to almost everything, cold-blooded, with somewhat sociopathic tendencies but with a kind heart.

Okay, let's do this, after Ashley's murder, Andrew and Reader finally got fake teeth and moved somewhere far away, but with all the recent traumas and along with the fear of being abandoned.

Andrew started to have possessive tendencies, a little clingy, toxic, manipulative towards our 'poor thing' Reader and that would result in them having children in the future, to keep her trapped in the coffin with him.

❝𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧❞

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Relationship(s): (somewhat)yan!andrew x fem!reader

Format: Headcannons + some stories

Genre: ANGST. A bit of fluff?? + Yandere(?)

Warnings: spoilers for tcoaal, yandere themes (toxic behavior, non consensual kisses and such, etc), marking, smoking, swearing, blood, death.

A/n: Ty so much for this first ever request!! Other warnings will be tagged in this post later on, ofc.

Also, fair warning to all of you, my dearest readers; if anyone or yourself is acting like this in real life, please get some professional assistance as this is not healthy. This is a work of fan-fiction. Thank you.

Andrew didn’t know all of this would happen, let alone know he’d meet someone new

He and his sister had planned to rob their parents after killing that murderer within the woods where Andrew used up all of Ashley’s bullets in her gun!

How (absolutely not) lovely.

For you? You were living somewhat in Elysian.

You were a college student, a pretty good one too, so much so because you got a scholarship to get into the college in the first place, that being a huge achievement since that was hard and not only free!

But then again, you didn’t really have anyone to stay with..

Before Mr and Mrs Graves offered, of course!

Your parents died at a young age, and you learned how to take care of yourself from that age as well

Yet.. you couldn’t feel anything for them, you felt lack of empathy, you didn’t even shed a real tear at their funeral when you truly wanted to

You felt crazy and something akin to depersonalization came over you, and it stayed there within you for months, or well you entire life

You were taken into an orphanage until you became 18, moving somewhere else to start fresh where you became an exchange student

During your time in the orphanage, you still had school.. and you did that well to the point where you colleges were almost begging you to join

But you first needed somewhere to stay while you finished your studies

And thankfully, the Graves gave you the offer to stay with them (which you took)

You’d cook, clean after your own messes, do chores, keep quiet unless it was a severely bad issue, wouldn’t be around during their.. ‘personal playful time’, and pay them for staying there

In return, they kept you fed, helped you with clothes (specifically Mrs Graves), and the most important of all; let you stay there and finish your studies

You worked some extra jobs outside of college to pay for the Graves and to continue your studies, etc

You usually slept on the couch or at the table from studying, not like you got much sleep at all since you practically overworked yourself

Speaking of college, you didn’t have many friends because of your “weird behavior”

I’m talking about the fact had a lack of empathy for others including yourself

You were impulsive

You lied a lot

You were a bit manipulative

You ignored most rights and feelings of others

And the cherry on top, you were aggressive with most people

All factors of your sociopathic tendencies and personality

You had started going to therapy to try and fix that, and it somewhat worked..

Keyword: somewhat

You found out that you had a much more.. softer side so to speak

There wasn’t much you could do about your sociopathic tendencies but to mask them

And you did just that

Cutting to the chase here though, you were out for the day getting some ingredients for some cookies for you along with Mr and Mrs Graves

And if you had any extras, you’d give some other people within the neighborhood.

You got all of your items, went to the register and payed for all of it before packing them all into bags and leaving

The store wasn’t too far from the Graves house, so you would just walk to and from the store

One your way though, an odd sense of apprehension took over you.

It.. was just super weird

You had to stop for a few seconds on your walk and just, shudder

And this wasn’t normal

You pressed on nonetheless, making it to the house

When you unlocked the door, taking out your key and opening the door all the way- you saw Mrs Graves on the couch in deep though

However, the atmosphere was palpable

Something wasn’t right.

“Good evening, Mrs Graves.”

She didn’t respond, only looking up at you in pure fear.

“Dad??” Someone called from kitchen

..Dad? What.

Mrs Graves slowly got up as a perplexed look came across your face, going into the kitchen

She said something you couldn’t hear before she approached you

“(___)..” she started

Before you knew it, two people walked out of the kitchen

One was a woman with cherry blossom pink eyes, the same as Mr Graves. She wears a black top together with a visible black brassière, light grey shorts, and a yellow pendant hanging from a black choker. Her hair is uncombed and tied at the back in a ponytail

Then the other was a man with emerald green eyes like that of Mrs Graves (just darker) who was pale-skinned with black uncombed hair, like the woman’s and a black, slightly over-sized jumper with light grey ripped pants.

“..meet my two children, Ashley and Andrew.”

Safe to say you were genuinely so shocked

“..Good evening. I’m (___), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You spoke solemnly, a blank look on your face.

“Nice to meet you too..” the male suddenly spoke as he looked somewhat.. stunned and mesmerized by who knows what.

“What he said.” The girl rolled her eyes inconspicuously (or at least tried to), but you saw it. You always managed to catch onto small things like that.

From then on, it was somewhat.. odd living with the two newcomers.

You crashed over at a close friend’s house for a while as Mrs Graves tried to figure everything out, but a little bit after that Andrew gave you.. small little gestures here and there, like he was asking for you to stay.

And sometimes you did.

On those times, he would try talking to you after a lot of awkward silence in between you both.

“..(___), right?” Andrew quietly asked you, looking over at you.

“..Mhm.” You managed to utter back as you refused to meet his eyes as eye contact wasn’t.. all that comfortable

“You.. go to college, what profession are you working on?”

“Law. I’m thinking about becoming a lawyer” you quickly replied back.

“Mm..”

“Let me guess, you were a psychology major?”

“How did you-“ He stuttered over his words, baffled by yours.



“You just seem like that kinda person to be interested in that major” you calmly stated.

You two had a long staring contest before Andrew spoke again for the both of you.

“I’m pretty fond of you..”

“Any particular reason why?..”



“You’re kinda like… somewhat the opposite of my sister” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Don’t like her all that much?” You raised an eyebrow.

“It’s- not that..”

“What is it then?”

“..We’ve only had each other for.. so long. As long as I can remember. My- our mom forced me to take care of Ashley when I was 7 because she had me when she was 15 and felt like I was able to take of a 5 year old Ashley. That,, didn’t go well. Shes attached to me at the hip and I can’t get rid of her now.”

“Maybe try. Point out every little thing shes doing that makes you uncomfortable, tell her how shes made it feel like what it is shes doing normal when it’s not.”

You returned to slowly eat your food while Andrew just, stared.

“..Thank you” he suddenly spoke as you gave a small nod.

Tapping your foot for a few seconds as you pondered about what to say next, you sighed softly and turned your head to him.

“Want some?..” you motioned to your food.

He, although astounded by the request, accepted.

He didn’t even bother grabbing another fork and just ate from yours..

Ew.

Moving on from this however, you two bonded over a lot of things you thought you probably never would.

Interests (mainly him liking things that you liked), personalities, dislikes, likes, etc.

And due to this, you started hanging out more with each other!

And his sister obviously showed that she didn’t like you because of that.

“Oops” she’d say as she spilled over your drink, ate your food even after when you caught her multiple times and told her to stop, dropping anything she had in her hands onto you, it was just.. sucky of her.

And whenever you tried anything even defending yourself, she went crying to Andrew!!

“I’m sorry.” He would mumble to you and give you a hug for his sisters acts while she stared daggers at you.

This went on for a while until one night—

“Get up” a harsh voice echoed quietly as you were violently shook from your slumber. You had passed out after studying for hours on end for your exam next afternoon.

The room was filled with a scent of blood, and the food you all had from earlier. The zephyr wafting

“H-huh?” You drowsily said, wiping the drool away from your mouth and looking around as a hand reached up to your head and slammed it down onto the wooden table, creating a loud thud as you winced.

You wanted to yell, scream, fight back. But, with the moonlight shining through the curtains of the windows and illuminating your surroundings, you saw Ashley holding a gun.

Your breath hitched as you chewed your bottom lip as you waited for Ashley said something else.

“I didn’t say to speak, dumbass. Keep fucking quiet.” The girl groaned as you heard footsteps approaching.

“Ashley!! I told you not to touch her! You have already taken our parents lives— but not hers. You can’t, Ashley.” Andrew’s familiar voice echoed throughout the kitchen, sounding demanding.

“Oh? So she matters more than me now? YOU CARE MORE ABOUT HER?” She started raising her voice, almost loud enough to alarm the neighbors as he slapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

“KEEP YOUR FUCKING VOICE DOWN.” He whispered yelled as he furrowed his brows together. She pried off his hand with a furious look, gritting her teeth together.

“Oh, don’t wanna admit it, huh? WELL FUCK YOU!” Ashley got closer to Andrew than anyone would be comfortable with as she pointed the gun at him.

“.. damn, crazy bitch.” You whispered to yourself and giggled, before you even knew it she had the gun pointed at you next.

And she got close to pulling the trigger before—

Blood.

Theres blood everywhere.

Andrew had killed his sister with the cleaver he had been clutching in his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white.

You didn’t even know what to say anymore..

Well.

“..what did you both do to Mr and Mrs Graves?” The question slipped past your lips even though it wasn’t the moment to be talking about any of this when someone in-front of you has been murdered.

“It’s.. nothing”

“Andrew- what did you do?” You asked, adamant on prying out an answer from him.

“…”

No answer.

Who knew that this little encounter would lead to both you and Andrew cleaning up the body of his dead sister.

But, nonetheless, he took a shower to clean up from the blood that splattered all over as you turned to washing both of your piles of clothes within the washer and dryer.

No sign of Mr or Mrs Graves at all.

You laid out some clothes from him from Mr Graves; A baggy sweater, some baggy light grey pants, some really old converse shoes you’d thought he’d fit in.

Surprisingly, they did!

Huh.

Like Father like Son. You guess

Being that those shoes are when Mr Graves was just a teen to young adult.

Nonetheless, you two decide to have a conversation about.. what to do now.

Which was… off putting

“I can pay for most of the house bills. I have a job after all… though- I would have to find out how to get the police to believe that the Graves gave the house to me.” You spoke. Hands resting one over the other in your lap.

Andrew was in front of you while you were seated on the couch, your head felt.. dizzy about everything that he and his now.. non-available sister did.

The Graves weren’t the best, but they weren’t the worse while you knew them. So why?..

He told you everything about them that happened in his childhood, and you just… felt a bit disgusted.

“We could just.. move into a less expensive place.”

“True. Until I graduate, of course. Then I could get us into a much bigger and nicer house.” You chimed in, a faint small on your face.

“I can also help you get a job, Andrew”

He seemed.. surprised.

“I can also see if I can get you back into college. I can truly believable story about why you dropped out.”

Andrew stayed silent before he slowly dipped his head down low.

“Why.. are you helping me so much?”

A quiet gasp left your mouth, your lips agape as you fidgeting with your fingers. You paused to take a moment to yourself.

“..I feel bad for you. You deserve much more than this world offers.”

Safe to say he cried a bit. Thanking you profusely.

He also told you a bit about having to dump the bones of Mr and Mrs Graves, along with Ashley.

So you went just as the sun was beginning to rise, and chucked the bags out into the lake, with the three skulls.

The two of you then just… sat in the car for a bit, processing what you two just did.

“Ready?..”

“..not really but just,, go ahead…”

The car then drove off, you hugging your knees as you stared out the window.

And that’s when the two of you started bonding more and moved in together!!

Of course, the police got into contact with you more than once about the deaths of Mr and Mrs Graves, and you told them you knew nothing as you tried to make yourself seem sadder than you were about the situation.

Nonetheless, living with Andrew in the apartment you bought wasn’t too bad.

You quickly graduated your college, now getting a job as a lawyer.

Andrew himself got a job somewhere, thankfully well paying.

You two managed to move shortly after you both were doing well enough on money as he expressed that he wanted to go back to college, to learn psychology!

You didn’t see any harm in that, and decided to help him pay for the expenses.

Maybe you shouldn’t have though.

Eventually, during your time together, he’d start commenting on some of the outfits you wore.

“..That looks a bit too short”

“The color doesn’t match you”

“It exposes.. maybe a bit too much”

You of course questioned further why he was acting like this when he wasn’t even dating you, making him reply; “I’m just.. worried about you”

So you shrugged it off.

Then the gifts started.

Romantic ones.

Flowers you loved, stuffed animals, jewelry you liked, etc.

You found it.. admiring.

Andrew started getting more touchy too.

Even if you didn’t want it.

He apologized for that of course, before going back to touch you more.

This was all before he proposed the idea that you two should start dating.

Of course, for mainly appearance looks.

But you didn’t know the truth, nor the mistake you’ve made.

It only took a little more time before Andrew started getting more and more possessive over you.

He would always have some form of physical contact with you, started saying you could only go out with him, until it changed you couldn’t go out at all besides for work.

Even then he would secretly have a tracker on you always to make sure you were always where you said you were.

You tried to object to his actions, before he started making excuses for his behavior.

“Do you know how many men would drool over you??”

“I’m just trying to protect you.”

He would then cajole you to place down the subject.

Now while you were at home, he was all handsy with you, even being bold enough to start giving you hickeys and markings in very noticeable places.

And he was far too good at manipulating you that you would start standing up for yourself.

The final straw was when he got you pregnant.

You sobbed for days, you never wanted children.

You eventually tried to get him out and break up with him.

But he threatened you all too well.

“If you do this, i’ll make sure to ruin everything you have, you wouldn’t want to raise that child all by yourself?” “You wouldn’t live without me”

So you sucked it up, and couldn’t even get rid of the child either since you were too afraid.

Genuinely afraid

So.. now you’re trapped with him forever in this rose covered coffin. One where the roses are wilting and have poisonous thorns so you may never leave again.

Woah, this took— much longer than I expected. But, i’m alive!! Ty all for reading and I’ll be sure to try and update more!

#andrew graves #andy graves x reader #x reader #the coffin of andy and leyley #yandere #yandere andy #yandere andy graves #andy graves #fluff #smut #angst #children #sociopath reader #female #female reader #ashely graves #leyley #leyley graves #mrs graves #mrs graves the coffin of andy and leyley #mr graves #mr graves the coffin of andy and leyley #🪽 — ang3lofdivinity #🕊️ — submissions

[ur-mousey]

Random Masterlist ~

This'll include the fanfic links of smaller fandoms or OC projects that might not get a separate masterlist. Any anime fics I do that are not JJK will end up here until further notice. Request rules and other masterlists are here.

The Folk of Air

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A Shot in the Dark ~ (possible part two in the works) 2.1k

Jude x Cardan

Jude is hunting on her father's private land to get her mind off of a steamy night shared between her and Cardan Greenbriar. Modern AU. No magic.

I'll Make you Miss Me ~

Imagine! Jude x Singer! Cardan

Imagine! Cardan misses his wife, whom he banished, to the point he made a song beckoning her home. The song link is included.

JUDE X CARDAN X VALERIEN *IN PROGRESS*

MULTIPLE PART SERIES *IN PROGRESS*

Class of 09'

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Benzo-Addict ~ prt 1, prt 2, prt 3 (in progress)

Jeffery x F! Reader

Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different. Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands. *Dark, heavy drug use and non-con elements*

Kiss up, Bitch ~

Nicole x Jecka

JECKA X NICOLE *IN PROGRESS*

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

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COMING SOON

#the folk of the air #jurdan smut #jurdan fic #jude x cardan #jude durate #cardan greenbriar #cardan is obessessed #class of 09 #toxic lesbians #male yandere x reader #jeffery class of 09 #jecka class of 09 #nicole class of 09 #jeckole #tentacles #monster fucker #original character #smut fic #smut #yandere #obsessive love #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #ashely graves #andrew graves x reader #ashely graves x reader

[teabreakpancakes]

Kinktober: Day Twenty-Six

Unholy (Dom Andrew Kreiss x GN Reader)

priest kink, spanking, semi-public sex, object insertion!

The rules were written in gold, you simply had to follow.

You were always so innocent, he always envied you for that. The more he thought about you, the more that envy grew, distorting into greed and lust—if he couldn't possess what you had, he'd corrupt you until you both were one in the same.

Oh, but too bad his little lamb is incapable of following orders—but he supposes that he doesn't have the right to berate you, not when he's sinned as much as you have; it was unbecoming for him, a priest, to give in to his desires, especially if he was to corrupt a pure individual like you.

How could he resist when you were always oh so pliant for him, eager to please him with every single one of your actions. "Father" "Father!" "Father~" with each call of that title, he could feel his restraint thinning; dulcet tones often clouded his mind until all his thoughts were muddled, your sweet voice often kept him up at night in more ways than one.

And now, that he's alone with you in a confessional, perhaps you both will finally be... cleansed.

Doe eyes stared up into his own, awaiting his next move. "F, Forgive me father, for I have sinned" they spoke quietly, unsure of themselves. Andrew hummed, thumbing his rosary, "Confess to me, my child" peering over them with interest.

"I, well, for the longest time, I've been conflicted regarding this matter" they began, shifting their weight to the balls of their feet as they fiddled with the sleeve of their coat. "I, have had some rather... odd emotions towards someone" they continued, no longer looking at him.

"And just what are these emotions my dear child?" he prodded, a glimmer of glee shining in his ruby eyes. They open their mouth, unable to reply before slowly closing it once more and swallowing. "W, Well, I feel all warm and fuzzy, a, and, I feel as if I need more of them in a particular way", and before the priest can ask anything more, the little lamb happens to mutter something, "I don't know what I need from you father, I'm with you right now but it's not enough", Oh he muses credulously, lips curling up slightly.

"Don't be so unsure of yourself, acceptance is the first step to forgiveness after all" and with those words, hope shines in your pretty eyes. "Father, what can I do to repent for my sin?" you asked, eager to hear his reply as you wrapped your smaller hands around his own.

"Come with me to the altar my child" he said, whisking you outside of the confessional, his large hands guiding you towards the extravagant altar.

The moonlight graces both of your figures, painting you both an ethereal portrait. His fingers ghost over your wrist, and with a soft smile, he asks,

"Will you tell me more about how you feel towards me?"

"Hnn..!" you cry out, ass stinging from the impact of his hand coming down. Andrew can't help but admire the way it reddens, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin under his hands. It's almost poetic, how you spoke his title with such passion, he wasn't sure of it beforehand but now he's certain, you truly did love and lust after him.

He engraved everything, etching the curves of your body into his memory, how you whined and writhed under his touch, how your cute body was bent over the altar, displayed so beautifully, yet so sinfully.

He soothes your behind with his hand, humming gently as he does so. Andrew's imagination runs wild, thumbing at your hole. He turns you over so you're facing him, wanting to see your facial expressions.

Soft whimpers breach past your lips, gripping onto the fabric of his amice. His fingers are gentle as they dig deeper into you, pressing kisses against your temple; it's forbidden for him to love you and hold you but he can't bring himself to stop, not when you're moaning out "Father!" so lovingly.

He smiles when you pull him down for a kiss, whispering a soft "I love you" against your lips, even if it's considered a sin, he'll continue loving you to the very bitter end.

He takes out his fingers, chuckling at the way you whimper so cutely at the absence of his assault on your insides. He plays with the rosary in his hands, gazing into your eyes.

"I would like to try something but, if you don't like it, don't hesitate to voice it out" he says softly, brushing a lock of your hair away from your face. You nod softly, smiling up at him, and in that moment, Andrew realises that he no longer cares if he's committing a sin, the God he serves be damned if he can't love you.

Andrew swallows nervously, slowly pushing the rosary into your warmth. Your hole swallows them all, tightening around his fingers as he prods at every single sensitive spot you have, making sure to burrow the beads into those spots—breathy high pitched whines got louder and louder as he played with your insides.

To be quite frank, your voice was something that sounded much better than the choir's pieces, he'd choose listening to your sweet voice over their boring church music any day.

"A, Andrew" you drew out, pulling him into your embrace—he was a bit shocked but as soon as it came, it went away just as quickly. He placed his other arm beside your head, propping himself up; his ruby red eyes took in your facial expression, it was one akin to what those harlots had when they came to the so called "Clergymen" to repent for their sins, but yours was different, it was only for him to take in.

The beads dragged against your sensitive insides, drawing you near your orgasm. "I, It feels weird, my stomach is getting tighter" you whimpered, clawing at his shoulders.

"It's alright, it means you're close little one" he cooed, adding another finger before thrusting his fingers inside you even faster, he urged you to cum, nibbling on your ear.

With a loud moan, you came, dirtying both your garments and his own, you can't quite recall anything after that. When you came to, you were in Andrew's arms, in his own carriage. "Finally awake? dear, you wouldn't let me take the rosary out, especially with how you practically strangled my fingers" he teased, caressing your cheek as you laid against his chest.

You could still feel the beads rubbing against your walls—flushing in embarrassment, you pout, not paying him any attention as the priest cradled you in his arms.

okay, I rewrote it @mirology

#lawless.writes #lawless'.kinktober #idv.writing #idv smut #idv x reader #idv andrew kreiss x reader #idv grave keeper #idv andrew #idv gravekeeper x reader #gn reader

[starshade360]

Who am I. Again.

So basically. I’m just a person who enjoys Indie animation and SOME other fandoms. I’ll be writing fanfiction. YES. You can do gay characters with a female reader. So much more people do it so leave me alone.

Fandoms I’ll Write For.

Hazbin Hotel

Murder Drones

Helluva Boss

Digital Circus

Lackadaisy

Yandere Simulator

Andy And The Coffin Of LeyLey

Life Is Strange

Walking dead games

Ramshackle

What I will and Won’t Write

Will:

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Pregnancy

Sensitive Subjects

Death

What I won’t write!

Big Age Gaps

Su!side

Rape

Incest

If there’s anything you think I should put just say so and I’ll think about it. For now just go ahead and suggest lol.

#headcanon #x reader #fluff #helluvaboss x reader #angst #helluva boss x reader #smut #andrew graves #ashley graves #hazbin hotel #murder drones #murder drones x reader #digital circus #digital circus x reader #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #suggestion #indie animation #life is strange #life is strange x reader

[asterias-record-shop]

Wedding night And #8 for Andrew Garfield?

—𓆩[we go down together]𓆪—

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𓆩[your wedding song ♡]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Husband! Andrew Garfield x Wife! Fem! Pregnant! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - pure fluff and smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.5K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Andrew promised you that he would make sure your wedding was perfect. He didn’t care how much it cost, where it would be, who was invited, as long as he was marrying you. Even then though, as much as he wanted to stick by the rules and not see you on the special day, he sneaks a peak and sees a small little surprise you had just for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || I gave you best friends with names inspired by Harry Potter cuz my sister was watching it- || Michaela Jaé Rodriguez and Florence Pugh are now your best friend cuz they’re amazing || I didn’t put the actual wedding ceremony cuz it would’ve taken too long sorry with love 🤍 || I chose a wedding song for you || public oral || public sex || fingering || unprotected sex || creampie || breeding kink || multiple orgasms || pregnant sex || daddy kink || lactation kink || pregnancy kink || this is pure filthy smut I’m so sorry I got carried away- ||

“So, are you going to kick me out now?” Andrew whispered to you, his hands teasing at your hips in an attempt to persuade you into letting him stay the whole night. He thought the superstition was stupid, and to you as well, but your best friends were insisting on it.

Besides, you had a little gift for Andrew you didn’t want him seeing, so it worked out.

You hummed, letting your fingers trail down his bare chest. It was tempting, him and his perfect accent, but no. This was being done for the right reason. “Not yet. You still have a few minutes.”

Andrew sends you his signature lopsided grin. “I can do a lot in a few minutes.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned forward, kissing you softly with a firm press of his lips. “I know you can baby… I know.”

He grins, raising a brow. “So I can-?”

“It’s 11:55, Andrew, get out!” Your best friend rushed in, grabbing him from the bed and basically dragging him out.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled, sitting up as they paused.

“He can’t see you on your wedding day!” They then proceeded to drag him out, a loud laugh escaping his lips.

“I love you, my sweet girl!”

“I love you too, Andrew!”

The next morning, Andrew knew he wasn’t supposed to see the gift you gave your best friend, a bright blue bag that he had seen around the house but never looked inside because you were yelling exclusively at him not to.

“Look! Isn’t it so cute, I got it custom made,” you pulled out a tiny piece of cloth that he couldn’t see, but it wasn’t like he was trying to whenever he was staring at the beautiful wedding dress you had on. “He’s going to love it, right?”

Maybe it was lingerie, oh he’d love any lingerie you’d put on. It didn’t make sense though, you’d have the lingerie on, underneath that beautiful wedding dress that would’ve had ancestors turning in their graves.

The white fabric was tight on your body, lace overlapping the skin toned fabric that matched yours perfectly to make it seem like the white lace and the intricate beadings and pearls and small white and clear crystals that made it seem like it was dancing on your skin. He inhaled deeply as you turned around, makeup perfect and that perfect white gold ring that had the large diamond created into it made a deep sigh leave his lips, his eyes already watering.

Oh, how could you look so beautiful? You were showing skin and your beautiful form that he had praised for years, mumbling words against your body about how perfect you were.

Fuck, he couldn’t stop staring.

“Andrew!” Your friend saw him still dressed in some sweatpants and a t-shirt, still designer of course, but he still wasn’t dressed in the suit he picked out. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m sorry!” He wiped his eyes quickly as you gasped when Hermione covered your body with her own.

“Get out!” Michaela yells, laughing when she almost trips. “Go!”

Andrew groans dramatically as he walks away, holding back a smile when the door slammed shut. He could hear your laugh, making Andrew look back until Jamie and Charlie walked out.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jaime was laughing, his tux tight in his body. “Sneaking into her room, naughty Andrew, aren’t you?”

“She has a present for me,” he grinned, looking over at Charlie. “And I’m going to enjoy it so much.”

After the official wedding, it was time for the grand entrance. For your something old, new, borrowed, and blue, there were a lot of things your bridesmaids gave you, but one of your families gave you the chance to get married where they did as their something ‘borrowed’.

The reception was adults only, especially with everyone else being adults and the fact you and Andrew were always pretty physical. For something new, Florence gave you diamond ear cuffs to accentuate your new diamond and sapphire earrings Michaela had given you for something blue. For something old, Andrew’s mother gave you a diamond and white gold tennis bracelet that had been in their family.

“You ready to go inside, baby? It’s our grand entrance,” Andrew pulled away from your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. His lips were swollen, thankfully un-smeared of lipstick because of the makeup artist Andrew got to make sure you looked absolutely perfect. “And they’ve been waiting for like half an hour because I couldn’t get this dress off for a quickie.”

You only giggle, humming softly with a shrug. “They’ve waited this long, they can wait a few more minutes. You just… your mouth is just perfect.”

He grinned. “Oh, is it? Let me see, show me,” he leaned back on the wall, pushing himself into a wall sit position to lean his head back so that you were taller than him. He opened his mouth wide, watching as you leaned down to lick against his tongue, his hands pulling you closer between his legs. You tilt your head, pulling him closer as you tug his head farther up, desperate to taste him more.

He tasted like mint, fresh and cold as you exhaled into his mouth and stroked his hair. You sucked even harder, groaning before a loud scream made you pull back.

“Y/N, Andrew, get your butts inside!” Florence yelled, her accent filling the room as you laughed.

“We’re coming!”

“I hope not!” Michaela yelled, peeking out from inside the main building. “Come on, let’s go!”

Andrew stood up straight, fixing his white suit as you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door. You both slowly walked in, cheers and laughter and music filling your ears as Andrew looked over at you while pulling you to the middle of the dance floor. Your song started playing, that perfect, perfect song. You had started listening to it randomly, and whenever Andrew heard it, you both agreed that it would be a perfect wedding song.

We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron fit the two of you. Sometimes you did fight and fall, there were nights filled with sobbing, but as soon as you both saw each other and were pulled into the other's arms; everything went quiet. It went still, soft, the only thing filling the night was each other.

“I’m always going to be here for you, Andrew,” you whisper, stroking the back of his head. “Always and forever. I will be with you forever.”

Andrew inhaled deeply, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you, Y/N. Forever and always. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Right at the end, there was one last thing that you both had to do. The taking off the garter, it was time.

You sat down in the large cushioned chair that made you feel like a queen, your dress that went out at the waist hiked up as everyone around you both cheered. It was hot, extremely hot temperature wise you were surprised your makeup wasn’t dripping down your face, but it was good.

Andrew must have been hot too, his blazer already off and the tie around his neck gone and the top few buttons already unbuttoned. His face was shiny, sheening with sweat as he kneeled down in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt even lower making everyone cheer. He goes under the poofy skirt of your dress, his tongue shamelessly dragging along your thigh as his hands hold your knees apart and a loud squeal leaves your mouth. Everyone cheers, but your mind was focused on his mouth as he licked against your bare cunt exposed by your lingerie, sucking and rubbing his fingers against your slit. Your hands rush to hold his head through your dress, an uncontrollable giggle leaving your lips as he slides a finger inside of your cunt, easily because he was definitely fingering you earlier in the hall.

It doesn’t change the feeling though, his middle finger thrusting into you knuckle deep and his thumb rubbing around your entrance. Teasing around your entrance with his thumb as his teeth graze down your thigh, teasing the lace and chiffon garter. You hold back a whimper and a moan as he slowly takes a hold of it, pulling out his sticky fingers as he gets down to your ankle, slipping the garter off around your heel before coming out from under your skirt with the garter between his teeth.

Oh you truly couldn’t wait for tonight.

When you and Andrew got home, he was carrying you bridal style like he always wanted to. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, laughing as he kicked the door shut and quickly set the alarm before moving to the stairs. “Andrew. Andrew, baby please, I need you, I need you so bad.”

You had been desperate ever since he finger fucked you while taking off your garter, sneaking away to finish it off while everyone was dancing to fuck you with his long digits in the hallway, effectively making you come undone around his fingers while you begged for more.

He laughed, pressing kisses to your neck as he finally made it up, going straight to your shared room’s closed door. “You need me, love? Yeah? I swear to fucking god I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for the rest of the year baby. I’ll fuck you so much you’ll never forget this night, fill you up with so much cum that you’ll be pregnant by the end of the night.”

You gasped, making him pause after he opened the door, raising a brow. “Y/N, baby, everything alright?”

You looked back inside the room, smiling when you saw the baby blue bag. “Take me inside!” He quickly does as you say, setting you down as you quickly run to the bag, your bare feet padding along the cold wood floor. “Open it!”

“Baby, is everything alright? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just open it!”

He sighs as he slowly sits down on the bed, your hands already undoing the back of your dress and slipping it off easily because Andrew had untied the main knot earlier. You kneeled in front of him, the only thing covering your body was the lingerie that you had underneath your wedding dress. The sight alone made him get distracted, your eyes wide and waiting for him to open the bag that he had seen earlier, face bare of makeup that you had taken off before you both left the venue.

“Andrew!” You whined, a pout on your swollen lips. “Open it!”

“R-Right,” he looks down at the bag, inhaling deeply as he takes out the tissue paper and you giggle. He slowly takes out the fabric, your face falling when he looks at you confused. “What is it?”

“It’s a onesie, Andrew!” You groaned. “Turn it around!”

He did, jaw falling slack when he saw the blue texts underneath the graphic of a swaddled baby, ‘YOU’RE GOING TO BE A DADDY!’

You start to worry when he doesn’t speak, quickly peeking over the onesie to see his eyes red and bloodshot, tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh, Andrew!”

“I’m going to be a dad?” His voice was broken, hoarse as you quickly jumped into his chest, hugging him. “Oh my fucking god, I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be a daddy, baby, you’re making me a daddy.”

You smiled widely, tears of relief filling your eyes as you slowly pulled the onesie from his grip and pulled him down to press a kiss to your lips. You groaned loudly as his hands quickly hold your hips, pulling you off of the ground as he stood and turned around, easily laying you on the bed before crawling over your body.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking and biting to leave hickies all over your perfect skin. He groaned loudly as your legs spread automatically for him, sitting back to quickly undo his belt and unbutton his pants, fumbling to slip them off making you giggle. He succeeds after a few minutes, ducking back down to kiss against your tits.

“To think these pretty tits are going to be filled with milk for me soon,” he murmured against your nipples, cupping and squeezing at them making your nipples quickly go hard and your back arch. You whined as he sucked on your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he stared up at you. “You’re going to be a perfect mommy for our babies, darling, but I think as soon as I taste your milk, I’m gonna keep wanting more.”

You whined as his other hand squeezed at your nipple, flicking with his thumb as he continued to suck and abuse the other, groaning. “Dr-Drew, you’re going to be a perfect daddy, you’re going to be the best daddy ever.”

He groans against your tit, lapping against your perky bud with a wink. “Do you think so, baby? I swear, I’m going to love seeing you round with my baby and tits full of milk. Swear, I’m going to be hard all the fucking time seeing you pregnant with my baby. Think I’m going to like seeing you pregnant.”

You whined loudly, hips bucking as your eyes rolled back when he moved to the other tit. “Andrew, Andrew please!”

“Ah ah baby, I’m a daddy now,” he grinned at you, teasing you. “Think you should call me that now.”

This wasn’t something that happened often, but how could you refuse when he looked so fucking proud of himself? “D-Daddy, daddy please. Please, need you to fuck me. Need to be full of your cum, need to feel your cock inside of me.”

He groaned loudly, leaning up to press his mouth to yours, his tongue swirling around your own. It wasn’t even a kiss, his tongue swirling and shoving down your throat as he guided his cock in between your legs, pushing inside of you and swallowing the loud moan that left your mouth.

“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good, I swear,” he basically growled against your lips, gasping as your nails dragged down his back. “Maybe it’s because you’re growing my child? Could that be it? You’re making me a daddy, gonna be the perfect fucking mother for our children?”

You nodded, mind blurry as you tried to focus on his voice, but the only thing you could think about was his dick. He was slow at first, his cock not foreign inside of you, but the faster his thrusts got, the more you couldn’t focus. “Yes!” You yelled out, the only thing you could even think about. Yes, I’ll be the perfect mother. Yes, I’ll raise your children, yes, yes, yes.

“Swear baby, if it’s going to make you like this, I’m going to keep you pregnant all the fucking time,” he groans, hips moving faster as your head tilted back, mouth lulled open and moans falling out, but your face was so fucked out it looked like you weren’t thinking of anything else but his cock, not even the words coming out of his mouth. “Look at you, baby. I love you darling, I do, but I fucking love when you get all cock obsessed for me. Are you cock obsessed, baby, dick drunk? Hm?”

Your head lulls, nodding as your nails dig into his shoulders, another orgasm close as you speak. “Yes. Yes, daddy, I’ll be pregnant all the time for you! I’ll stay here, ready to get fucked and bred, pumped full of cum to give you babies!”

It was words fully fueled of lust, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds of skin against skin slapping together echoing off the walls fueling both of your fucked out states. It was fully possible you didn’t even know what you were saying, only thinking about his cock, as you were successful all in your own, but there was the chance where you did know what you were talking about and you would sit here pumping babies out for him every nine months just for him to get you pregnant again and again as soon as you’re cleared.

The thought truly did sound fucking amazing. You both knew damn well he could provide for both of you and all of your children, no matter how many you both chose to have.

“Oh yeah, baby? You gonna be a good fucking cumslut, gonna be bred over and over again? Huh? Gonna keep you fucking pregnant, all while you be the perfect fucking mother for each and every one of our spoiled little brats that are going to fucking praise you like a goddess. Gonna fuck you over and over again, not gonna let any drop of cum spill out, keep all of my sperm inside of you so you can get pregnant over and over. You like that? Do you like the thought of having babies over and over again for me?”

His words easily tipped you over the edge, his cock ramming into you over and over again, fucking you like a fleshlight and using your abused hole to please you. The only thought in your mind was the unrealistic image of cum, his cum, spurting out of your cunt, tummy bulging like you were nine months pregnant just from his sperm and tits leaking breast milk that he would devour every minute of the day if he could.

Even if it was unrealistic, he would make it happen if you asked him to.

“Baby, you already came, you squirted all over my cock. What’s going on in that little fucked out brain of yours, hm? Tell me, it better not be the thought of anything other than my cock,” he grunted as he slammed his hips back into you, his hand pushing between the both of you to rub circles against your puffy clit. His other hand grabbed your chin, wiping the drool running down your chin as he forced you to look at him. “Hey baby, I’m right here. Look at me and tell me what you’re thinking about, tell your daddy what you’re thinking about as his cock fucks you so hard and his cum fills you up. Tell me!”

You screamed out, a broken noise leaving your lips as his thrusts get rougher, harder, his fists squeezing at your tits. “I want to stay pregnant for you, daddy! Want to be leaking with your cum every day, want milk to be inside my titles and for you to drink it every day, don’t care how many babies we have as long as you fuck me and fill me and get me pregnant! Want your babies, daddy, want all your cum!”

He lets out a loud, guttural groan into your neck, his hips faltering as he came inside of you, gasping for air as you pant above him. His hands shakily hold your hips, his lips turning soft against your skin as he rolled his hips gently, your hands stroking his back. You finally came down from your high, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“I think… two kids is good.”

“Just two? Thought you wanted more,” he teased at first making you giggle, but he smiled gently at you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “We can have as many as you want. I don’t care, as long as you’re their mother. You will be the best fucking momma, baby, the best mommy to those kids ever.”

You inhaled shakily, smiling up at him with tears running down your cheeks as you leaned up just enough to press a soft kiss to his lips. “And you’re going to be the best daddy. I promise.”

He smiled. “We’ll make amazing parents.”

“We will, Drew. Amazing fucking parents.”

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[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

#f1 #f1 imagine #angst #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 smut #formula1 #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #max verstappen angst #max verstappen imagine #charles leclerc #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris #lando norris x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes #chris evans #rodrick heffley #sam and colby

[stellar-constellations]

Fandom Masterlist

Characters and Fandoms I write for! Please be aware that I haven't fully watched or read all of these animes/mangas, so if there's any characters OOC, I'm sorry.

Please be patient as I write! Masterlist will be updated when needed.

All characters will be aged up in my stories unless specifically said!

I have all rights to deny a request. I only write for characters I enjoy.

NO SMUT/NSFW OR ANGST! (I'm a sensitive person).

REQUEST BOX IS CURRENTLY OPEN!

Demon Slayer

Tanjirou Kamado

Tokito Muichiro

Akaza

Aizetsu

Kokushibo

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Kyojuro Rengoku

Obanai Iguro

Muzan Kibutsuji

Gyutaro Shabana

Daki Shabana

Douma

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Chainsaw Man

Denji (Hayakawa)

Asa Mitaka

Yoru

Yoshida Hirofumi

Angel Devil

Beam

Makima

Power

My Hero Academia (in all honesty, I haven't watched any of the anime because I've lacked time watching One Piece, however I've read a lot about them and these guys personalities so I'm sure I can replicate them so no spoilers!)

Izuku Midoriya

Eijiro Kirishima

Hitoshi Shinso

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Kusuo Saiki

Toritsuka Reita

Kusuke Saiki

Shun Kaido

No Game No Life!

Sora

Danganronpa

Rantaro Amami

Kazuchi Soda

Bungou Stray Dogs (I haven't watched the series or read the manga yet, binging One Piece at the moment)

Ranpo Edogawa

Atsushi Nakajima

Dazai Osamu

Spy x Family

Yuri Briar (When requesting, please ask if you want my Alliance Series Yuri, or the canon-typical Spy x Family plot Yuri since both of them act differently to the reader)

Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach

Monty

Sundrop/Moondrop (together and separate)

Gregory

Glamrock Freddy

Roxy

Glamrock Chica

Assassination Classroom

Nagisa Shiota

Karma Akabane

Itona Horibe

Pretty Boy Detective Club

Michiru Fukuroi

Sousaku Yubiwa

Snow White with the Red Hair

Obi

Zen Wisteria

Shirayuki

Ryuu

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley:

Andrew "Andy" Graves

Fairy Tail: 

Natsu Dragneel

Loki/Leo

Sting Eucliffe

Juvia Lockster

Erza Scarlet

Lucy Heartfilla

Seven Deadly Sins

Meliodas

King

Diane

King Arthur

Requests are needed and appreciated as long as it's SFW and no angst!

Please check my rules before requesting!

REQUESTS WILL BE WORKED ON AND UPLOADED AT ANY TIME, INCLUDING FROM DAYS TO WEEKS (I have a life outside writing and I will not jeopardize my mental health for writing I don't get paid for).

#masterlist #fire force #demon slayer #chainsaw man #pretty boy detective club #fnaf security breach #jujutsu kaisen #my hero academia #bungou stray dogs #assassination classroom #naruto #no game no life #danganronpa #disastrous life of saiki k #haiykuu #one piece #snow white with the red hair #seven deadly sins #the outsiders #fairy tail #jujustu kaisen #stellar constellations #bongou stray dogs #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #the coffin of andy and leyley

[castielli]

How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader.

MASTERLISTS:

MOVIES/TV SHOWS

KDRAMA/KPOP

OCs PROFILE:

@nathan-ocs

Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock/Venom

Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

#x male reader #shadowhunters x male reader #Harry Potter x male reader #maze runner x male reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them x male reader #divergent x male reader #jumanji x male reader #white collar x male reader #Shazam x male reader #it x male reader #train to Busan x male reader #squid game x male reader #move to heaven x male reader #marvel x male reader #avengers x male reader #supernatural x male reader #shameless x male reader #criminal minds x male reader #NCIS x male reader #Wednesday x male reader #riverdale x male reader #Pedro pascal x male reader #patrick bateman x male reader #Brooklyn nine nine x male reader #Barbie x male reader #Detroit become human x male reader #male reader #la casa de papel x male reader #suits x male reader

[cevansbrat0007]

Sun-Soaked: A Growing Pains Drabble

Summary: After your boyfriend,Andy, tries and wins a particularly difficult case, he whisks you off on a tropical vacation. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Jealous Andy, Dripping Wet Andy, Bratty Reader, Smut (implied),Ass Slapping, Daddy Kink, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks for all the love and support everyone! I’m on the mend and might get to go home tomorrow. This was written on my phone. All mistakes are mine.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to get in the water with me, Baby?” Andy presses as he looms over you, rocking nothing but a pair of form fitting red and black swim trunks.

“I already told you, Andrew. Not right now.” You playfully growl as your eyes return to your book.

“But Y/N, we’re talking about the ocean here. Wild and unpredictable. What if I need saving?” He whines.

“Then I will remember you and your abs fondly.” You murmur as you turn the page. “I’ll join you eventually, okay? Right now I just want to read my book and bask in the sun.

All your man offers back is an unhappy grunt.

“I swear, I’ll come in when I get too hot.” You assure him. Andy takes a moment to admire your body, which was wrapped in a tiny, ice blue bikini.

“You get any hotter, honey, I’ll lose my shit. You’ll have me throwin’ hands everyday.” He grumbles as he turns to walk towards the water.

___

You read for a while, before the warmth of the sun begins to make you feel lazy. You rest it on a towel before flipping yourself over and undoing your bikini top.

No tan lines for this girl. Laying your head on your crossed arms and allowing yourself to doze.

You’re awoken when you feel a large hand rest itself on your shoulder.

Expecting to see your boyfriend, you turn only to come face to face with a handsome stranger. He had a strong jaw and midnight locks, with just a hint of stubble gracing his chin.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, beautiful.” His gravely voice purrs.

“Huh?”

“It’s just that I’ve been watching your for a while, and I couldn’t help but think about the fact that it was probably time for you to reapply your sunscreen.”

Was he right? You think to yourself. “Um, okay. Maybe.”

“And as a gentleman, I’d like to offer my services.” Says the handsome stranger.

Uh oh. That simply would not fly with your man. Not one bit.

“Hey, thanks but no thanks. I already have a man to take care of all of my sunscreen related needs.” You tell him before going to sit up, only to remember that you’d untied your top earlier.

“But he’s not here.” He returns, pretending to look around. “If had someone as gorgeous as you with me, I’d never let you leave my sight.”

*Sigh*

“Oh, believe me, I don’t.” Comes an angry snarl.

Aw, shit. You think to yourself.

“Now kindly take your hand off my girl before I decide to break it.”

“Andy…” You plead softly.

“Quiet, Y/N. I’ll deal with you and your swimwear habits in a moment.” Your dripping wet man growls.

“Look, dude. I see a sexy lady alone like this, it’d be stupid of me not to engage.” He backs away with his palms up. “Sweetheart, my name is Justin.”

Andy stalks towards him, his fist clenched.

“You decide you’re done with this fucker, I’ll be around.” Justin offers you wink just as Andy shoves him backwards so hard he lands in the sand with a solid thud.

“Andrew!”

Justin laughs before getting up and walking away. After he deems the man to be a satisfying distance from you both, he turns his glare on you.

He grabs a bottle of sunscreen and begins to quickly and angrily rub it onto your back. And then he moves to your ass, which he smacks. Hard.

Once. Twice. Three times.

“That’s for almost showing off what’s mine, little girl.” Andy then proceeds to retie your top.

“Sorry, Daddy.” You whimper. “But tan lines.”

He smacks your ass again. “That’s for thinking I give a shit about fucking tan lines.”

Another smack. “And that’s having the nerve to look so goddamned sexy.” He hisses.

Andy then picks you up and then carries you towards the deep blue waves. You wrap your arms around his neck, turning his face to kiss his soft, full lips.

“I love you, Daddy. And I promise not to talk to another man for the rest of the trip.” You giggle.

“You had better not, you fucking brat.” He grumbles. “And don’t let them touch you either.”

You shriek as the cold water caresses your warm skin.

“Andy, you’re ridiculous. But please don’t let me go. Because if I drown, I’m taking you with me, Big Man.

“Never, but I am gonna fuck the brat out of you tonight, sweetheart.” He licks your neck before nibbling your ear.

“Eh, I’ll believe it when I scream it, Daddy.”

END

#Chris evans #Andy barbe #andy barber black reader #chris evans black reader #chris evans woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #andy barber woc!reader

[senseichaos]

IMAGINE:

Andrew secretively groping your ass whenever you're around. No matter where you are or what you're doing. You could be at a restaurant and he'll hike his hand up to cup your ass as you sit. He'll poke at it and pinch it when you are teasing.

Casual sadism would fit him well, I think. Randomly planting a small smack to your thigh just to see you squirm.

"sorry baby, you know I love to see my princess squirm,"

He didn't mean it, and you knew that.

You'd let him pinch you whenever he felt. Sometimes he even did it as a reprimand. You say something out of line at dinner with Ashley? He pinches your thigh so hard you can see the outline of his nail imprinted on your thigh for weeks.

He isn't all bite, though. He'll cuddle you softly and ruffle your hair. He'll tell you how much he loves you every day, even if you're fast asleep. He'll fuck you slow, He'll fuck you fast. And most of all he'll fuck you good.

"What a good girl, letting me open up that tight hole of your again and again,"

"What'd I do to deserve such a naughty princess?"

Sometimes you wonder who the Andrew was before you met him, how he was when he was 'Andy'.

He was mean, you could see it. He didn't get angry at you often, no. But one day after shopping you'd walked in on a scene: Andrew was holding Ashley by the neck as he yelled at her, telling her to stop being stupid, and that he'd kill her.

"Andrew?"

After that day Andrew did seem more distant, and you couldn't deny that.

But perhaps he'd come rolling back.

He would, right?

#proship #senseichaos #senseichaosdrabbles #antishippers dni #proship fanfiction #andrew graves #tcoaal fancic #tcoaal smut #tcoaal x reader #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves smut #andrew graves x reader #tcoaal angst #tcoaal fluff

[corruptedroses]

As the Sinner's Bell Toils || Andrew Kreiss / AFAB!reader

summary — A man of the church surely was an innocent man, as no man could devote themselves to their god whilst committing sin, right?

No one could hate their god, right?

happy birthday, Andrew, we're gonna fuck you lmao

Content Warnings — Religion, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Public Sex, Public Masturbation, First Time, Crisis of Faith/Loss of Faith, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Discussion

Andrew Kriess was a man that rarely spoke, that rarely met the eyes of his teammates, that rarely even conversed at the dinner table around whom he should call his allies, but yet you felt like you knew him like a dream.

You had observed the way he would hold himself, the way he looked and spoke, the way he would seem to hold himself back amongst his peers as he would go about his daily life at the manor, you knew he preferred darker areas due to something about his eyes, you knew that he had a habit of recoiling from touch. All of those things were a part of him, a part of the man that came from the church with a shovel in hand, holding his tongue on the reason of his coming, or maybe he had none?

Some days you would find yourself staring across the table at the gravekeeper, watching as he would shovel spoon fulls of vegetables and meat into his mouth as if it were his last dinner before he would leave, his plate never having a single morsel of a bite left on it by the time he did — he never wasted a thing, not even a candle that would burn brightly on the mantle above the fireplace at night, a man who took not a single moment to let something rot and fade.

You had felt his hands on you before, almost unsure and uncertain on how to help you to your feet, rough and calloused through his gloves as he had manhandled you to the gate once you had a proper footing, almost seeming to blink against the sunset light that had bloomed across the Arms Factory that day as the two of you escaped one of many games that the two of you were forced to play for the sake of your damned souls.

There was something inside of you that wanted to open him up, make him vulnerable, see him cry, and every time the two of you crossed paths, his red eyes seeming to stare within your very soul, you wondered what they would be like, brimmed with tears and sobbing.

How wicked and cruel were you ?

A man of the church surely was an innocent man, as no man could devote themselves to their god whilst committing sin, right?

No one could hate their god, right?

~⚰~

You were the person the survivors sent to the Red Church when Andrew had not been found in his room, other survivors splitting off to search the other game areas with only a lamp to guide their footing, yours almost seeming to mock you as you walked through the dark night and making everything almost appear larger, shadows long and daunting in the flickering light of the lamp’s candle as you walked, illuminating more of the area then what the ever flickering pumpkins did as you stepped into the area dubbed ‘wedding reception’ by those that had run desperately down the tattered carpeted aisle, their hearts thundering and blazing with hope and despair.

You hated this place with your entire being.

A place of holiness turned into a place of torment that seemed to blur together no matter how many times you came to this place, and yet you always knew the best places to hide. Standing where you were now between the gate, you knew that by waking up in that spot it was wise to lay low and close to the ground, hopefully remaining out of the hunter’s sight for until you knew the danger had passed. And if you were unlucky, you knew that you would be able to at least use one of the broken chairs or the wall in order to buy your team enough time to decode as much and as fast as they could.

This area was like a death sentence for early kite and the number of times you had survived in this area was greatly outnumbered by the times it had been your doom.

Walking further down the aisle, you couldn’t help but look forwards, towards the church as it seemed to loom over you just as the hunters did, imposing, frightening, not much of an ally as much as a foe to you with the way it sat in the middle of the arena, waiting for the next match. You swore that it was about ready to topple over into dust with the way the roof had caved in.

Yet the little glimmer of lights that twinkled inside caught your attention; candlelight, the candles were never lit inside the church no matter what time of day it was, as, unlike the pumpkins, they didn’t constantly run on whatever demonic energy overtook the manor and its occupants.

Silently, your footfalls were the only thing that accompanied you as you walked towards and up the stairs of the church, the sight of the candlelit alter being strangely comforting to you at that moment, the familiar glow of something so human causing for your tense shoulders to relax slightly, the shawl that you had grabbed for on your way being gripped less tightly in a fist as you looked around.

Besides the alter, nothing else was lit up, not even the candles were able to reach the other side, but yet it illuminated the person standing at the alter in whom idly flipped through the pages of the bible that you had passed so many times whilst being chased by spiders and the dead. His almost-white blonde hair caught the light in such a way that it seemed to glitter and gleam, an orange hue being shone over his face, his eyes half shut as he read the passages of the book.

Your footsteps echoed through the church as you got closer, red snapping from the book and up towards your form, his body almost tense and ready to flee before relaxing seeing someone he should call his ally, his lips pressing together for a moment before he returned to his original posture, half haphazardly leaned over the bible as he muttered. “It’s not often someone comes out this late at night.”

“You were missing at dinner and we were worried.”

“How sweet.” Andrew flipped another page, his gloves discarded for once, pale pink fingertips soon drumming at the alter, “I’m assuming others have come with you?”

“I came alone.” It wasn’t technically a lie, as you were the only one that had come to scope out the Red Church, but Andrew didn’t need to know that the others were out in the blistering cold as well. “Do you come here to pray often?”

Andrew remained silent, his eyes skimming the pages, barely able to see them through his thick lashes as his shadow. cast over you from the candles, almost seemed to want to eat you alive.

Blowing out your lantern before placing it on one of the pews, you slowly ascended the staircase that lead to the alter, keeping your eyes on the man as you did so to gauge his reaction; he wasn’t running, he wasn’t telling you to go away, he just stood there, his eyes fixated on the thin pages of the book as he kept muttering.

The alter wasn’t big enough for the two of you to stand shoulder to shoulder, and even then Andrew already took up most of the space with how large he was; a gravekeeper could not dig without some muscle to his form, and yet as you watched his arms flex and move underneath his sleeves, observing his capeless form once you had noticed he had gone without, you found yourself standing behind him to his left, peering around his arm to look at the text he read.

“Would you say that Eve was in the wrong for eating the apple, or would you say that the snake was wrong for offering the forbidden fruit of knowledge to the innocent human?”

The question caught you off guard, looking up at Andrew who did not look at you, though his permanent frown was further deepened, the tired circles under his eyes more pronounced than ever. You never had seen yourself as a particularly religious person growing up, but roaming over the text that his finger grazed, you read the passage before answering.

“Eve was in the wrong.”

“Why?”

“She wanted the knowledge and then proceeded to tempt Adam to do the same so then she wouldn’t be alone.”

“I see we’re of the same understanding,” Andrew muttered lowly, his head and body turning towards you, red eyes glittering as the candlelight illuminated his form — He truly was a beautiful man. “And we as a whole were cast from the Garden of Eden, forever to try and redeem the misdeeds of our ancestors in hopes that we shall have everlasting life.”

A garden where nobody would grow old and die, it truly was a fantasy most strived for in their lives, but yet as Andrew’s eyes glittered down at you, you knew he wasn’t finished, “Do you believe it exists?”

“Before the game, no, but if we can die and revive as ourselves, then a Garden of Eden could probably exist.”

And yet you were here, Otleus manor.

Andrew’s eyes furrowed, his body weight shifting as he turned back to the altar, leaning his upper body against the smooth stone, his forearms propping him up and making his arm muscles seem more pronounced through the sleeves of his shirt. “Then why are we stuck here?” A tired sigh left from Andrew’s lips, “should a god even exist?”

The question laid thick in the air, your fist clutching once more at the shawl around your shoulders as you attempted to figure out how to answer his question, but seeing his hands run into his hair, gripping at the strands as if he was holding onto his own sanity, you brought a hand up, resting it gently on his hand and feeling him jump underneath your fingertips.

He didn’t move himself away nor tell you to not touch him, so with gentle movements, you began to rub circles into his back, softly, gently. He did not make a noise as you alternated your pressure, though as you moved closer to him, your hip barely grazing his, he turned his head to look at you once more. “We’re all sinners here, and yet we find solace in each other.”

“Misery loves company.” Your words left themselves thick on air as you let them escape from your mouth, but watching Andrew study your form, he stood up, causing for you to step back slightly as he turned himself to fully face you, feeling small in his presence as he touched your cheek.

“Yes, misery does indeed love company.”

You could feel how cold his hands were as his thumb stroked the flesh of your cheekbone, eyes entranced with you as he did so. This was new, and yet as you felt your face heat up with the contact underneath his touch Andrew began to chuckle. A soft, gentle chuckle, and yet it made your heart flutter.

“How strange, for someone who has been eyeing me like a harlot on the street corner, your face warms easily under my hand.”

What?

His other hand joined the other and cupped your other cheek and in that moment you were suddenly fully aware of how clammy your hands had become, shaking slightly was the hand that bunched upon your shawl was forced to let go, Andrew abandoning a hand on your cheek to force your hand to touch his and feeling how warm he was under your touch.

“I’d be a liar to say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Andrew, I—.”

“— you believe I am as innocent as a choir boy, correct?” you couldn’t do anything but nod your head, something in Andrew’s expression changing as you answered him, “how quaint, while the church may preach that of chastity and patience, the priests surely enjoyed their time with the women that came ‘begging for forgiveness'.” His remaining hand on your cheek slid down, cupping slightly at your throat as two of his fingers pressed against your pulse points, your breath hitching.

“I would watch them have their way with each other through the windows when they weren’t able to look, moaning and gasping such sinful words and wants while I would pleasure myself to their noises, enjoying watching the holiest of people fall to their greed.” You could feel the warmth from your face spread down, downwards at his words, one of which made you suddenly uncomfortable in such a pleasant way, watching as Andrew turned his head to nip lightly at your wrist with his teeth, sending shocks down your spine faster than what Luca’s electrical inventions could ever do.

“Oh god…”

“God isn’t the one doing this to you now, the god that has abandoned us to the devil is not wanting you as much as I do right now,” his fingers tightened around your neck as he forced you closer, seeing the pink flush across his cheeks, “and if the lord has damned my soul to eternity, I shall sin and lust for everything I thought I could not want — only if you want this monster just the same.”

Almost as if inviting you to step away, Andrew’s fingers loosened around both your arm and neck, enough to allow you to step away if you should so see fit, allowing you to step away from the man that craved you so desperately in what should be a place of the lord.

Yet, you didn’t step away.

Bringing a free hand upwards to wrap around his wrist, you brought the hand around your neck to your lips, kissing each and every calloused finger as if whispering to rosemary.

“ Use your words ,” he pleaded, your name coming from his lips in such a whisper, feeling his body tremor and shake with the need he had for you, red eyes pleading with you to answer him. “Please.”

“Andrew, take me.”

He didn’t waste another second, forcing you flush against his body as he met you in a clumsy kiss. Chapped lips, unsure but wanting, you could almost taste the desperation in his kisses as he placed your arms over his shoulders, his own finding themselves on your waist as your shawl was long forgotten on the ground, the alter becoming his support as you lean your weight into him.

A place of god, desecrated by want and desire, it almost felt like irony as you let this man take your breath as if it was his own, the rustling of fabric filling the church as the two of you struggled to tear off each other’s clothing and even hearing Andrew let out a curse about how he had chosen to wear so many layers.

You couldn’t help but laugh into his mouth on the other hand, feeling how Andrew’s fingers attempted to fiddle with the laces of your shirt, soon showing Andrew what he needed to do, red eyes staring hungerly as you unlaced the top of your shirt, pulling it off your head as you felt Andrew begin to nip at the newly exposed flesh, his hands wandering around your torso gently before finding themselves back on your waist, his face finding solace in the junction of your neck and shoulder as he nipped, bit and licked at the spot, allowing you enough time to finally get Andrew’s belt off, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy clunk as you undid his coat.

“You know, anyone could walk in at any time.”

“Then let them, let them watch.”

He didn’t wear much underneath his coat despite complaining about how he did, his shirt soon joining his coat laid out on the alter once you had convinced him to let it over his head, jumping slightly as you felt his teeth sink in a bit too deeply at one point on your shoulder.

Strangely, it didn’t hurt as bad as you would’ve expected it.

You could feel him rut slightly against you as if he were a bitch in heat, the hard warmth pressing against you as your hands splayed across his chest, running over his nipples before giving them a light twist, feeling Andrew shudder and moan into your skin. “Sinful flesh, sinful hands,” he muttered once he had pulled away to look at your face, your fingers still playing with his nipples before placing a chaste kiss to one that once more earned another shudder.

“These sinful hands are all yours, Andrew.” Seemed like Andrew wasn’t the underwear type of guy once you had been able to wrangle his pants down far enough, your eyes widening slightly as you saw his size as it almost seemed to spring up like a spring, your mouth agape slightly as you looked at him.

“I take it to say you’re chaste as well?” Nodding slightly, you felt his fingers wrap around yours, bringing them up to his face as he gently and softly kissed every one of your knuckles, “so am I, please do not be afraid.”

“I’m not, I’m just worried a bit.”

“Then we shall work through it together. Lean yourself against the alter, I believe I may know a way to prepare you.”

You did as he instructed, bracing your hands on either side of the book behind you once the two of you had swapped places, shuddering as you felt Andrew roll down your pants, helping you step out both of them and your shoes before he hoisted you upwards and onto the stone, your back firm against the smooth top as Andrew placed himself between your legs, his hair slicked to his skin from sweat. Was it from the heat of both of you or nerves? You couldn’t exactly tell, but yet as he looked up at you you could still see some hardness in his eyes, but yet they were softer than before as he hooked a leg up on his shoulder, giving your calf a tender kiss.

How sweet was it in comparison to the fingers that ghosted over your sex.

“can you tell me how you touch yourself, please?” It was odd to you hearing him ask the question given you had heard everyone around you say that it was a man’s place to receive all the pleasure, but yet as you guided his fingers, he was so attentive, so careful, his fingers calloused as they were giving you new sensations as you aided him in his task.

Grazing, rubbing, flicking, you guided him carefully as you told him what felt good to you

How cute was it when you had told to put his fingers inside, seeing his eyes widen slightly before asking if that was ok, and yet he did so without complaint once you had told him it was what you wanted. “Angle your fingers up th— Andrew, yes! Right there.” Head throwing backwards slightly, you could feel Andrew abuse that spot with his fingers, and did that church boy learn fast, using his free hand to rub at your clit as you withered in his hold.

“I can feel you squeezing around my fingers…” he muttered softly as you met your high sooner than what you had been expecting, his red gaze watching as your hole almost attempted to suck in his fingers as the walls pulsated around his fingers, “I like this, a lot.”

Breathless, you could only nod, though you were able to feel your body be adjusted to where it half hung off the alter, feeling his hands on your waist as he smiled down at you.

“I think I’ll like the next part more.”

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Relationship(s): Yan!Andy (Andrew) Graves x Fem!reader

Format: Headcanons + stories.

Genre: Smut + fluff + some angst(?)

Warnings: Dub-con, intimidation, SA from one of the wardens to the reader, a slight bit of voyeurism (with Andy), Non-con kissing, masturbation (reader and Andy), Leyley isn't super overprotective, Reader is very naïve and too kind (they consider all friends), kidnapping, stalking, Andy is kinda turned on by the readers constant praise and nicknames for him, smoking, swearing.

Andy is a very reserved person.

He's an introvert as per what his sister calls him.

And she's right.

He doesn't like being around others, he's pretty logical, he's also very calm.

But, what he doesn't know is how charming he is to others.

Hell, bunches of girls try and get with him, while Leyley obnoxiously tries to get rid of them all.

So, he's never really had a long term relationship with anyone aside his sister.

And over the years, he's managed to craft, a meticulously created one, a façade.

A mask he's worked on for years.

One that he knows will never crack.

But perhaps he got too confident.

Because when you came along, he was restraining himself practically from getting excited after the first time he saw you.

He saw you, being the new kid in class back when he was still in school at a young age before being trapped in that hellscape he called his home.

You were an extrovert it seemed, turning out to be the opposite. But, you still cared a lot about everything and everyone, you introduced yourself sweetly with something along the lines of..

"Good morning, I'm (____) (_____). If you need anything, I'll always be right here."

You were so calm, so pretty.. how could someone be so pretty?

You joined a bunch of after school activities, student council and such.

Although, you seemed a bit worried over something always every time he saw you.

He felt something within his stomach churn whenever he saw you though, not managing to gather enough courage to talk to you.

So, you had to initiate the contact.

You saw him, being all lonely..

That made you feel incredibly horrible, you were in that position yourself once too.

So, you approached him.

And his heart fluttered.

"Good evening.. you're Andrew Graves, right?" You inquired as you sat beside him at his lunch table as your friends immediately started whispering to each other.

"Oh- I- I'm Andrew Graves, yes.." he cringed at his own stuttering, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Why don't you come and sit at my table with my friends?" You invited him with a warm smile.

He felt butterflies in his stomach, a feeling he never had in a while..

"Are- you sure? They won't make fun of me?.." he asked, obviously worried.

"Of course not! If they do, we can have lunch together alone if you want!"

"..alright."

That was the day he became so clingy to you.

Usually, he's very cynical. But, for some reason with you.. he could feel that your actions were very genuine.

And that's what got him attached.

Along with your humor.

"I swear to fucking goddess if Miss Alta keeps telling me to not draw, I will—"

"Good morning, Miss Alta!" You exclaimed happily the moment your communications teacher stepped foot into the room.

He almost wheezed, letting out a giggle at his failed attempt to restrain himself. His expression turned into one filled with guilt and embarrassment, but before Miss Alta or any of the students spoke, you blurted out.

"Ah, Miss Alta, there's something wrong with the air conditioning. It keeps moving a bit and making that scraping noise." You semi-lied as you turned to Andrew and gave a more sincere smile before paying attention once more.

..you would just, lie for him like that..

Your smile could make him go crazy, it couldn't be compared to anything!! The way you cried, your tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran to him when you got hurt on the playground earlier- blue diamonds couldn't even compare to the richness of them, and the way you were very touchy..

You always held onto his hand, holding onto his shirt as you walked behind him anxiously, anytime when you got older and watched any horror movie and clang onto him.

That's when it all went to shit.

You had to leave the state.

THE STATE.

After you had just got settled after the last time where you moved here as a child!

He almost broke down, wanting to pour out all of his feelings as if it would change anything.

But it was official, and Leyley had him all to herself. It was like that for years.

He was all alone.

He felt empty.

He felt empty without you.

Like a part of his soul was torn from him.

And that stuck with him forever.

Some sort of dark, black tar over his heart made it feel disgusting and filthy.

But for the lonely part..

It wasn't like that for long.

When they grew older, he started dating someone after so long.

His (ex) girlfriend, Julia.

But eventually, that all ended when he got put into that quarantined building with Leyley.

She broke it off with him on one of those nights.

He sobbed about it, and Leyley didn't help.

But, that's when he got a strange phone call when Leyley was asleep and he was still up.

He was hesitant, but his gut told him to pick it up.

And that he did.

And that was one of the best decisions of his life.

"..Hello?" He spoke, his voice raspy. He was unsure of what telemarketer would be calling at this hour, and it couldn't possibly be someone he knew.

"Andrew?.. is this really you?!.."

That voice.. that voice instead changed his mind of this being some sort of telemarketer.. how? Because that’s your voice. After so many years, you had called him!

"..(____)?!" He yelped out, almost loud enough to wake LeyLey.

"Oh dear— I'm so glad I can hear your sweet voice again!!" You exclaimed, sounding like you were on the brink of tears.

All of those previous feelings he had for you back when you were still around, they all came back in a flurry, overwhelming him.

"(____), I'm.. how did you get this number?.." he wanted to ask you so much more, but that's all that came out at the moment.

"I heard about the quarantine you got into with your sister.. I'm so sorry. One of the wardens was kind enough to give me your number! I didn't have much time previously due to my work.. but, now I have and I'm so thankful!"

"..Good god it's so nice hearing your voice again, (____)" he mumbled, smiling as tears prickled at his eyes. There were so many words that wanted to spill out of his mouth, but nothing came out due to his own self restraint.

"I'm going to get you out of there! I promise! You and your sister!" You yelped out, happiness laced into your voice. You were zeal about this, you were going to get him and his sister out of here. Or at least try.

"Wait- aren't you worried about the wardens??? They've been keeping us here!" He responded back, biting on his thumb.

"Eh?? Nah! I'm sure! The warden seemed to like me, I'm sure I can persuade him somehow." For some reason, this didn't sit right with him..

"..." He went radio silent, this feeling akin to foreboding surging through him with the sense of anger as well. But, he swallowed down his frustration and took some deep breaths.

"Andy- Andrew?.. you there?" You tried to fix your mistake. You heard his sister call him by that nickname once- so you know it's at least somewhat gotta be sentimental for him.

"..you can call me Andy" he slowly spoke up.

"Are you sure?.."

"I'm.. sure. Call me Andy." It almost sounded like a demand..

"..Alright, Andy."

He doesn't even let his own sister call him that anymore, but he lets you do it with free reign.. strange.

"Now, would you like to talk for a bit?.. or should I get straight to work with the pla-"

"Talk!.. please. I just.. I missed you. I missed listening to your voice, I missed just being with you.." he blurted out, cutting you off. He put a hand over his mouth in response, his eyes wide and filled with shame.

"..."

"..."

"...."

"I'm sorry- that probably sounded weird.." he spoke up after a long moment of silence.

"Nono! Don't apologize, I missed hearing your voice too, hun." You spoke sweetly to him, a smile he couldn't see plastered on your face.

"..Hun?" Saying the word made him feel this warm, bubbling sensation within his chest. It made him want to indulge in it more..

"I'm not gonna use Andy all the time, darling!" You giggled happily, and that just made something within his stomach churn and twist.. something that has been dormant for years finally stir.

It made his knees go weak, his mouth go slightly agape as he failed to make any words come out of his mouth for a while until you spoke.

"..Andy? Honey?"

"Oh- sorry just.. deep in thought.”

"Ah, I get that.. well anyways, what would you like to talk about?"

You two talked until the sun finally rose and you got sleepy.

"Night Andy, Hun!" He could hear you yawn.

"Night, (____).."

He then placed the phone back down, hanging up shortly after you did as he found himself already yearning and missing your voice.

But, he knows.. better.

He just can’t help it though.

..No matter, he’ll hopefully be able to see you soon as you said.

That would be wrong though.

Because guess what? That warden that was so kind to you was only there for your looks. He wanted you to have some.. “personal time” with you if you get my gist.

“No fucking way you creep!!” You yelped out, this man was about twice your age and asking you to have some personal time with you.

“C’mon, sweetheart!.. I promise I’ll make it worth your while” The warden spoke, a sickening smile on his face.

“No means no, pervert!! Now, let me see my friends, let me get them out of here!” The warden groaned at your response.

“Alright, look here sweet-cheeks. You aren’t gonna be able to save your friends and I shouldn’t even be helping you. So, you either let me have you and you can take your friends, or I kill you right here and now” the man gave you an ultimatum, causing your eyes to widen.

“I..” You almost bursted out into tears when the man moved his hands to your shoulders, lowering your shirt.

“Lemme take care of ya.” he hummed, pushing you against the table within the break room, tears pooling down your cheeks.

You then tried focusing on something else, noticing the fact he had a ring of keys on his belt..

The warden had a hand glide up your thigh, massaging the bundle of nerves there. You tensed, straining back any noises that would come out of your mouth.

“No need to hold back, sweetheart..” he pressed himself closer to you, this was your time to strike!

You punched the man in the face, causing him to stumble back. You fixed your clothes, jumping off the table, you stared at the man who was waddling around like an idiot. A huff escaped past your lips as grabbed the nearest blunt object and flung it at the man. It was a simple lamp, but it hit him real good in the head. Honestly, you felt powerful in that moment, finding the courage to continuously punching the man, letting out every last string of anger that you felt. It was basically free therapy! And, when you were done, he was no longer moving. You grabbed the keys before you marched off, now off to find Andy and his sister, Ashley!

It took you a bit, but after knocking on a few doors, you heard nothing but some shuffling.

“Andy!! Its me! (____)!!” You yelped out, taking out the ring of keys as you fumbled with them in your hands.

“..(____)!? You actually came!?!” He spoke up after hearing your voice, immediately rushed over to the door as he heard you unlock it, opening it for you, taking you by surprise.

“Of course, hun! I never break a promise.” You spoke more dulcetly, a smile upon your face as you looked up at him.

He’s.. grown taller than you.

He spent no time dawdling as he hugged you, pressing you close to him as he twirled you around.

“I’m proud of you for waiting this long. So proud.” You praised, causing Andrew to become flustered as he desperately tried hiding it.

You paused for a moment before you started giggling a bit.

“What.. whats so funny??” He asked

“Nothing. Just reminiscing of the old times.”

“..you’re talking like a grandma.”

You bursted out laughing, patting his back.

“Oh— really now? ‘Just be a good boy and be quiet!’ Is that better??” You were giggling, since you knew your words made any sense for some Grandma to say, but he wasn’t taking this as a joke. The way you called him a good boy..

It.. turned something on for him, craving for more practically.

“Okay I think thats enough mushy reunion stuff, mm?” You smiled sweetly at the boy as he pulled away from the hug, his face still slightly flushed.

“Yeah..” he internally cursed himself for almost stuttering.

“Where’s Ashley?..” you quietly asked.

From that moment, everything happened like some sort of descending spiral of madness. The thing with the demon and Ashley… killing the second warden, all of that fancy stuff. (being horribly mortified in the end.)

You had the both of them stay in the motel for a while until you could bring them into your home as you got them necessities; paying for them to continue staying, getting them new clothes, food, entertainment and others (not even knowing about their little hobby together.)

You’d visit once a week, much to Andrews begging for you to come more often, constant thanks as well from him.

“..I don’t think we can repay you ever for this.”

You always said it was fine, and his sister did too. She seemed more laid backed about the entire situation.

And, when you rushed in the middle of the night to their motel in your car to tell them the news that you finished up your work for their rooms and such, only throwing on a long overcoat, keeping on your nightclothes and throwing one some slippers.

..but they weren’t in there.

“PSSSTTT” the sound almost made you scream, but you turned to the cause of the noise.

“Ashley!” You smiled, not speaking above a whisper.

“Get over here!!!” You immediately rushed over to her without another question, taking her into an embrace.

“Woah- calm down, goody-two-shoes!” She grumbled, trying to get you to let go or at least loosen your arms that were tightly wrapped around her.

“You and Andrew can finally come over!!” You practically cried out, a bright smile on your face.

“..Where is Andrew..?” You questioned after surveying around, letting go of the embrace you tightly held Ashley in.

“Went to go and check on something.. don’t worry about it.”

“..Alright. I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.” You quietly spoke, standing beside Ashley as your hand subconsciously grabbed hers, intertwining them.

And Ashley didn’t say anything about it. Just to see how her brother would react, of course.

That didn’t go well, let me tell you.

He came back, noticing you, he was so excited like a puppy seeing their owner once more, but noticing that you were holding Ashleys hand..

..For some reason it made him pissed off.

“..(____), why don’t you hold my hand instead?”

You were already starting in his direction to tackle him into a hug, but Ashley pulled you back.

“Nah.. I think she’ll stay right here, holding my hand.”

“Ashley.”

“Yes, dear Andyyyy?”

“Let her go. Right now.”

“Mm, nah.” She chuckled seeing him get so riled up.

He flat up walked on over to you two, grabbed you by the waist, swiftly pulling you away from Ashley.

“Oh you jackass!!!”

But he didn’t care.

And then, you all heard another car..

Thats when everything else unfolded.

They killed that man..

And you witnessed it.

Then again though, he was a murderer as well..

..but why??

You were shaking like a leaf, catching Andy’s attention.

“Shh shh.. its okay. Theres no need to cry or worry, alright? It was in self-defense. I promise this won’t happen again.” He consoled you, hugging you closely as you nodded.

Ashley looked baffled though, one of her eyes slightly twitching.

..guess they’ll just have to not kill in front of you from now on.

Well, moving on from this..

You had made some fake ID’s for them (made by another friend of yours, of course) along with some birth certificates, you just wanted to help them get on their feet again.

That would.. slightly backfire.

No matter what, he became so obsessed with you, he started stalking you, watching you do anything around the house. When you’d turn to see if anyone was watching, no-one was there..

You brushed it off multiple times, but even when you were in the shower, or changing, you felt the same feeling. It was all.. unnerving. You hated it. You wanted it to stop.

But, it continued and continued, and it got to the point where you started asking Andrew if you could sleep with him for the night, to which he immediately accepted; surprising you.

You got into his bed, him pulling the covers over you despite the fact you already had a blanket with you.. but that was fine. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pressing you closer to him.

And strangely, it seemed like all of the eyes that were previously watching you were gone. You could finally drift off to sleep, where Ashley would make fun of you both each time, but stopped suddenly after a bit..

But you shrugged it off as she was just bored of the joke now that you have cuddled with Andrew so many times now just for you to feel safer within your own home!

Little did you know that the person you were cuddling with was the one watching you all along..

His fingers threaded through your hair, humming ever so softly. He kissed the crown of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, and then eventually, your lips. You tasted sweet to him, sweet like nothing he’d ever tasted before in contrast to his usual taste of mint and cigarettes within his mouth.

He wanted more of it..

Him slightly jerking off whenever he could, seeing you undress.. you were so beautiful. He couldn’t help it. Why did god have to make a monster more powerful than a man.

He then continued kissing your lips, now making out with your unconscious body, taking breaks in between to undress you from your nightclothes, underwear, and so forth.

In your sleep, you felt something.. swishing within your mouth. It was warm, tasting everything within your mouth almost, like it was trying to claim it!

You slowly awoke very sadly since you couldn’t get your beauty rest, trying to find the cause, just to see it was Andy. The person you were so close with. You instinctively pushed him away, or tried.

As much as you wanted to- you couldn’t hurt him. What would be everything you went for then? What would Ashley do?? You’d have to live with the guilt of possibly hurting one of your friends.

..is he even your friend anymore?

He took notice of that, opening his eyes instantaneously as he felt your touch. He pulled away for a moment, examining your expression.

The room was silent, the atmosphere was palpable as he turned to an emotionless face. He moved you closer to him.

“Andy?… what.. what are you doing!?” You yelped out as your body became tense.

He didn’t respond, only forcing himself back onto you as he kissed you— slipping his tongue into your mouth as your tongue forcibly matched the pace much to your displeasure.

You squirmed, trying to get him to let go of you. But he didn’t, holding you tighter to the point it felt your spine might break.

You winced and whined, tears trickling down your cheeks.

He grinded a bit against your thigh as he pulled back, a long string of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Please.. let me show you my appreciation.. let me show you my love for you. Though… I want consent first.”

Your facial expression became confused, but he took no time fondling with your chest, causing you to cry out in pain a bit.

“Hold on-“ you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as he continued, his grinding becoming more closer to your clit.

You clung to him in desperation, trying to keep him still as if that’d help.

His hand left your chest as he cupped your cheek with it.

“Don’t be difficult.. alright? I’ll make sure this’ll feel good for you.”

You already predicted the outcome, regardless of your response. He hugged you close as he had you sit up against your pillows, letting one of his hands play with your hair as you tried so hard to not cry.

You let out a quiet whine as a thumb rubbed at your clit before it slid into you. You squirmed and involuntarily clenched around just his thumb.

He continued with another finger into you, now sucking on your nipple while you writhed and squeaked from the stimulation.

“Andy!!..” He groaned in response, adding a third finger. You had squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered, focusing far too much at the squelching sound.

“Look how much you're squeezing.” He had taken his mouth off of your nipple to speak. You were stuck in his grasp, there’s no escaping this..

“Please—“ Your hips rolled and bucked into his hand.

“I'm gonna..!” Andy smirked at your moans, he was surprised with how fast you could be driven over the edge..

“Beg then.”

 “…Wha?…” you almost stammered over your own words before you let out a gasp, tearing up when he rubbed harder than before.

“Andrew!-” 

“I don’t hear you begging.” Andrew murmured, sucking on your neck.

A weak cry left you as he pushed in a fourth finger, making you pant and finally start bawling your eyes out.

“T-too much! Too much! At least give some foreplay-” You yelped out as you tried to push his hand away along with him, only for him to overpower you and bite your shoulder. His fingers curled as you let out a moaning cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Andrew- dammit— it hurts! Stop for a goddamn moment!!”

“You can handle it. You’re capable, I know it” He assured you, now kissing and sucking where he had bit you as his other hand traced circles on your back soothingly.

“I’m not kidding!— please, just a moment!!” Sniffling a bit as more whimpers came out of your mouth, trying to move Andrew’s arm away with your knee. He huffed, pulling away as you took heavy breaths, relieved he finally obliged to your request.

“Thank you..” You huffed, closing your eyes as you laid on your back, trying to relax yourself from the.. confusing events that just unfolded. You could hear his own hasty breaths. He simply stared at you, caring less about himself as he was infatuated. Though, what drew his attention away from staring at your face was the fact you slipped your hand down to your drenched cunt, slipping a finger inside and curling it almost perfectly. He could actually feel his face growing warmer by the minute.

The way you moaned at your own actions was so.. odd. If he wasn’t hard before, he certainly was now.

It stayed like that for a few moments, the squelching sounds from your clit permeating as you desperately bit your bottom lip while you fastened your pace, slotting in more fingers. Andrew saw your eyes basically rolling to the back of your head, while your free hand clutched at your bedsheets.

Even though it felt an eternity for you to finally cum, it only took a few more minutes for your fingers to be covered in your slick.

“Alright— god- you can.. go ahead.”

Andrew instantly grabbed you by the hips and harshly pulled you into his lap so you were facing him, straddling his hips.

The odd feeling of his erect sex was right there for you, taunting you.

Andrew groaned, pushing your legs apart. One thrust in and you tensed around him, a pained cry leaving your lips. Well, this certainly isn’t something you’ve ever had something to you. It was far too easy for Andrew to pin you down too.

“You’ve had your time to be alone and be all coy, but now? You're not leaving me now. Not ever.” You clung to him, one of your hands tugging at his hair and the other pulling at his shirt.

You felt him just move more roughly, causing you to dig your nails into his shirt that almost reached to the skin of his back. His mouth opened once more before his jaw locked down on your neck. Little sobs left your mouth as you finally just succumbed to him.

“You're mine. I’m sorry you had to learn out this way though..” he whispered, kissing the bite apologetically.

“I need you by my side, I love you more than I love myself..” Your whimpers didn't stop though you succumbed to his antics, even as he pulled out. You started blindly pulling at Andrew’s hair due to the fact you had squeezed your eyes shut, not harshly pulling though of course.

“You’re taking me so well. Look at that, baby.” He rolled his hips, now lifting up one of your legs to your chest and pining it down there. Despite the immense amounts of pressure washing over you, you still were far too tense.

“Relax…” He cooed, kissing your shoulders after every-time he bit you.

Your body untensed as you tried to do as he said, now allowing him to bite and leave marks everywhere he could reach. You calmed down despite the fact you were in a.. horrible predicament, starting to become more full of pleasure in contrast to what you were feeling earlier.

“Andy…” you moaned out his name, rolling your eyes back whenever he hit a particularly good spot.

“Good… feels so full… So deep…”

“Full… yes…” you spoke in a daze, locking your legs around his hips.

“Good girl, such a good girl. My little dummy is such a good girl..” He moaned, snapping both of your hips together once last time before he suddenly stopped..

“Stay still for a moment..” You whimpered in response, trying to rock back up into him only to be pushed back into the mattress.

“Please… I’m close…” you implored, arching your back a bit. He appreciated your eagerness as he chuckled a bit under his breath before he went straight back to action, thrusting into you one final time before you finally reached your climax.

The feeling of ecstasy was unmatched.

Despite this wonderfully horrible night— you don’t think you can see Andrew the same again.

But it felt wonderful— so much so that you’d probably just relax and let him do all the work again.

What are you saying??

What the hell had he done to you?

You need to get out. Leave.

“Good. You did so well. So good.” Andrew gently kissed you, wiping the sweat from your brow before kissing you once again. He pulled away much to your dismay and cleaned you with ease, making sure everything would be comfortable for you once more.

You couldn’t fall asleep after everything that happened, so he ran a bath for you and him, washing you both.

After that though, he dressed you in some more comfortable clothes for the afternoon it seemed despite being early morning now.

He had you sit in his lap, smoking (trying to get you to smoke as well), tending to your wounds.

And that’s when Ashley came to you both later within the morning, groaning.

“Why was there so much noise in the night?.. could barely sleep..”

Safe to say, you gave a.. believable excuse

Wow- theres a lot here! But, I hope you all enjoyed!!

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