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AHHHHH, THEY DID SO GOOD. SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP.

Hey babe, I heard you had no ideas for a Professor Turner so here’s one:

You’re struggling with writing an essay, maybe a particularly important one it doesn’t really matter. And you asked Alex to come and help you in the library. He shows up, you’re doing your best to focus on writing. But his voice is so low and he’s practically whispering in your ear. His hands look so pretty writing and marking your essay. Maybe, y’all get a little close… ykyk

Now, you could leave it there, but… smut is so much fun.

So now you’re struggling to stay quiet as Alex fingers you beneath the table. Whispering dirty things into your ear and telling you to stay quiet.

TBH+C Alex is the one who I imagine I would do this, this gif specially:

Or like early Car:

AAAAAH i love this. thank you so much!😭 he looks so fineeee in those gifs 🤭

also trying out a different pov d:

essay help

female reader

“i’ll see you all on monday. have a good weekend.” professor turner said, causing everyone to begin packing their things up quickly. as you began packing your things, you glanced over at him seeing he was erasing the board. slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you waited till everyone was out, finally approaching him.

“hello professor.” you smirked leaning on his desk. he turned around placing the eraser down “y/n.” he smiled placed his hands on his hips, looking down at me. “boring lecture as always.” he laughed packing up his things “you love them.” you rolled your eyes playfully. you sighing dramatically as you watched him pack. “something wrong?” he asked.

“yeah um. i was having trouble on the essay and i was wondering if you can help me with it?” he looked up raising his eyebrow “you? asking me for help? that’s rare, your essays are always well done.” you sat down in the seat in front of the desk. “well the one you assigned is confusing! you should’ve explained it better.” you pouted. “maybe if you weren’t eye fucking me the whole time you would’ve understood it better.” you scoffed mumbling a whatever. “can you just help me please?” he nodded his head “of course.”

“great, i’ll meet you at the library. thank you.” you said placing a kiss on his cheek walking out.

you sat there in the quiet library, the sound of keyboards clacking and the sound of pages quietly turning. you tapped your pencil against the desk, anxious eyes scanning the room until you saw him. he looked around the room until he spotted you sending a small wave your way.

“hey.” you smiled moving your things aside. “hey. sorry im late.” he said taking a seat next to you, placing his things down beside. “it’s okay. i haven’t wrote much anyways.” you said handing him a pen from your pouch. “how about we look at that essay of yours hm?” he said leaning in to examine the work, placing it in front of him to read.

“yeah. right, the essay.” you mumbled. as he read through the pages, you couldn’t help but stare at his hands. the way his veins would pop out whe he wrote something down, to the way he lifted his hand up to his lip as he read. you bit your lip, playing the the hem of your skirt. after some time went by he was finally done reading. “okay so far it’s good, just some little things to change.” he said placing the paper in front of you. he placed his arm around your chair getting closer.

“see that sentence. i think it could use a little more detail.” he spoke placing his finger on the paper, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. you swallowed nodding your head, erasing what you had previously. you swallowed, reading over his comment scribbling down some things. “how does this sound?” you asked turning your head slightly to look up into his eyes. his eyes lingered onto yours for a while until he looked down to read what you had, the scent of his cologne wafting into your face making you dizzy. “mmh perfect. how about we continue with the rest?”

as you both continued to look over the essay you, couldn’t focus. your eyes would stay stuck onto his hands, imagining what those fingers could do. you gripped onto your pencil tightly stopping your writing making alex notice. “something wrong y/n?” he asked. you shook your head bringing the pencil up to your lips, eyes still lingering on his hands as you clenched your thighs. you action not going unnoticed by him causing a smirk to form on his face. “what’s on your mind, you look a little red.” you shook your head seeing his hand moving to rest on your thigh. “did you want a break?” he asked. “i think you deserve one. you’ve been working so hard on that essay of yours.”

you watched as his hand slipped under your skirt, inching closer, stopping him. “alex..we can’t.” you whispered looking up at him with pleading eyes. he chuckled “i guess you’ll have to stay quiet then hm?” you bit your lip opening your legs slightly. “naughty girl.” he smirked resuming his motions, slipping a finger into your underwear to rub circles onto my clit. slowly pushing two fingers into you me, thrusting his fingers at a slow pace.

you moan softly, biting your lip, your eyes shutting close as he fucked you. “shh.” he whispered, slowly increasing his pace. you moved your hand to grip the seat, letting out a shaky breath clenching your thighs around his hand. he quickened his pace, making me loud moan a slip out, his hand coming to my mouth to silence me quickly. you muffled a sorry, causing him to drop his hand. “im close al.” “naughty girl, what’d i tell you.” he whispered keeping his pace up, making me shift in my seat.

“cum on my fingers sweet girl.” he praises giving you that final push. you let out a shaky breath as your orgasm washed over you, feeling alex slip his fingers out of you painfully slow making you shudder. “let’s finish that essay, when we do you’ll get rewarded.

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Hi!! Could you write something angsty with Hozier? He seems like a very calm man so it would be v interesting to explore that side of him

Thank you :)🩷 have a lovely day

Hey babes, I know I was gone for a hot minute. But I’m back, with another hot and ready suggestion. It’s actually not hot at all rip.

Also with answering requests that I’m currently very behind on— sorry btw— I have a fic brewing for Andrew’s birthday tomorrow, yay!

Little fic under the cut (~400 words)

“Baby, I’m sorry. Next time-”

“Next time what, Andrew? I’m so tired of waiting for you, waiting and waiting. Half the time you never even show up. I can’t wait for you another time. I’m not even sure it’s worth giving you another chance.”

The words spill into the air faster than you can think of what you’re saying. Tone filled with an aching pain and loneliness. It strikes Andrew full in the face. A panicked sense of defensiveness fills him in response. A sickening fire that burns in his gut.

“I’m trying! But I’m busy, okay? I can’t always be there every time I’m wanted.”

His voice struggles to stay at a reasonable level. Becoming louder than he would’ve liked. He pushes his hair out of his face. Roughly pulling at the strands between his fingers.

“You’re always busy! And this wasn’t just wanted Andrew, I needed you.”

“You knew what you were getting into when we started dating, before that even!’

He retorts, turning away from you. Partly because he can’t bear to see the tears gathering in your eyes. He stares at the wall. Studying each crack in the paint to compose himself. He didn’t want this discussion to turn into an argument. Fuck, he didn’t want this to be an issue with you at all. Deep down he knows you’re right. It’s his fault. There’s too many promises he’s made and hasn’t kept. 

“Maybe we just— shouldn’t see each other for a while.”

Your voice cracks making the torturous suggestion that devastates him. Nothing good ever comes of such an idea. Terror tears at his heartstrings. Pulls at his throat. He knows he needs to make this right, right now. Else he’ll never see you again. You’ll break up with him over the phone. Because doing it in person hurts too much. He wouldn’t be able to say goodbye properly.

Finally swallowing that God awful thing called pride. Andrew turns back around. His devastation deepened at the tears that hang on the edge of your waterline. Glistening in the dim light of the room. 

“Please, no, baby. We– We can’t do that. I–”

Words struggle over his tongue, his throat hoarser than he realized. 

“I’m sorry, you’re right. You always are. But please, please don’t leave. I need you, more than anything. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

He doesn’t care if he’s begging, pleading for it. He’ll force all the pride he’s been clinging onto and fall at your feet. But after this, could you ever take him back?

-Thad💚

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Look babes, as much as I LOVE writing Hozier and will continue to do so. If you wanna shoot me some Alex Turner or Miles Kane requests, because I’m in love with them both. I have a problem. That would be very, very cool.

-Thad💚

Look at my babies😭😭

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angst angst angst with our man Hozier

Uhh I tried? First time writing angst lol. Just Andrew having commitment issues and running away rip. -Thad💚

Little fic under the cut💙 (Word Count: ~500)

Andrew laughed, loud and unrestrained. He only tended to laugh like that when he was drunk, or when he was around you. Speaking which, you were leaning against his shoulder. Your own awful tasting beer dangling between your fingers.

“You should laugh like that more often.”

The comment lips from your tipsy lips without even a thought to stop it. Andrew looks down at you. The warm light of the room reflected in his eyes. Bringing out the brown tones that were so often hidden by the more intense greens.

“What do you mean?”

He asks, thinking he always sounds quite the same when he laughs.

“You never laugh like that when you’re sober, always trying to be quiet. And it’s sad because it’s so sweet.”

His eyes widened a little at the compliment. He can’t recall a time his laugh has been described as sweet. And you’re looking up at him like you can see right into the nuances of Andrew’s behavior. Perhaps you can.

“You really think so?”

The question is a murmur. With an unconscious lean forwards so you can hear him. Your nod in response causes your noses to brush together. Andrew’s breath shutters, a hand coming up to clasp your jaw. The gentlest hold you’ve ever fallen victim to.

Those green eyes speak a thousand words and you lean forwards. Pressing your lips to Andrew’s, which he quickly returns with a tenderness to bring tears to your own eyes.

It’s sweet and slow. His beard gently scratching at your chin. His lips taste like beer and he smells like an earthy cologne. Eyelashes brushing on your cheek bones. You’re trying to take in every sensation when Andrew suddenly breaks the kiss with a gasp.

“I’m sorry.”

He apologizes, standing faster than you can register he’s pulled away.

“W-what? Andrew.”

“That was a mistake, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to— we should just stay away from each other for awhile.”

The sentence is broken up by his own panicked breathing. His keys are gathered from the table and you can swear his hands are trembling.

“No, Andrew. Stop, what happened? What’s the matter?”

You’re just as panicked as he is. Your mind can comprehend why he’s suddenly acting the way he is. You make an attempt to grab his arm.

Andrew pulls away. Nearly knocking into the table.

The house goes silent as you both pause. Andrew just pulled away from you. Out of all people.

The man takes a deep breath that makes his lungs quiver. He’s not looking at you, staring at the clock ticking above the wall.

“Just— let’s not talk for a few days.”

His voice is flat. The only way he can cope with this is to mentally check out.

He doesn’t even wait for your response. Before walking out, running away like the house is on fire. Leaving you stuck still. Struck with shock. The silence of the house swallows everything, except the ticking of the clock.

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Having a cute night in with Andrew and Elwood where you smoke get high and giggle and cute and maybe it gets smutty?

Okay, my intentions started good, alright? But then it sorta just fell into something more horny. I just took the smutty and ran with it. Hope this is still enjoyable though :). -Thad💚

Warnings: Nipple play, bit of praise, few stupid lines from Andrew and mention of drugs.

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Elwood hopped up next to you on the couch as you curled up to Andrew’s side. The man instinctively puts his arm around you to pull you even closer. His movements are heavy and slow, his body sinking further into the couch as it does the warmth of the high in his head. Making it feel all hazy and cloudy.

“You know what sounds really good right now?”

“What?”

“Tortellini.”

Andrew answers, sighing like he’s daydreaming of the noodles in his brain.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Yeah, stupid for you.”

He replies with a surprising sweet giggle. Leaning into you and pressing his face into your neck. Elwood barks, following Andrew’s example by pushing his snout between your faces to lick at your nose.

Both you and Andrew groan with a fond annoyance. He doesn’t even bother trying to take his face from your neck. Only making the weak attempt to push Elwood away with a lazy hand.

“Go— Go outside.”

He groans as you giggle in amusement. Eventually, Elwood gets the hint to hop off the couch. Going trotting down the hall with a very human grumble to let you know his displeasure.

“Okay, back to the show.”

A giggle at his own stupid jokes breaks up his words. But he quickly silences himself by kissing the skin over your neck. Following along the tendons that flex as you hum and tilt your head back. He makes his own hum of satisfaction in response. Taking the chance to drag his teeth over the thin, stretched skin causing you to shiver.

“Andy, what are you doing?”

“I’m hungry, and you taste good.”

His words are mumbled into your skin. Allowing you to feel the slight buzz of his lips against your neck.

“You’re so fucking cheesy when you’re high, you know that?”

His large hands run beneath your shirt and push it up as he only makes a noise of acknowledgment in response. Andrew presses lightly into your stomach, guiding you onto your back with his face level to the bare skin he’s exposed. The rush of cooler air causing goosebumps over your body and a shiver of your spine. Everything is quickly heightened by the brush of his hot breath. Your nerves tingle with the change of temperature.

Andrew pushes your shirt up past your chest. His eyes follow every curve of your form.

“So, so gorgeous.”

He murmurs, leaning forwards to tease a nipple with his tongue. He says he doesn’t have a thing for it, but he does. Tongue skillfully flicking at the quickly hardening bud. A shudder of satisfaction going through him as you squirm a little and moan.

“Such nice sounds and I’ve barely even started.”

He says in a particularly impressed whisper. Perhaps a bit proud of himself. His tongue teasingly circles your nipple a few more times before latching on. The warmth of his mouth sends a shocking amount of pleasure through you. Leaving you unable to stop the mewl from slipping from your lips.

A pop comes from the now slick connection of his mouth and your nipple. The idea of more pulls a whine from you.

“C’mon, Andy.”

You urge him on, lightly tugging on his hair.

“Not yet, baby, I said I was hungry. And I want to devour you. One piece at a time.”

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Hiii! I had an idea for a Hozier fic :) I am an absolute sucker for friends to lovers and I wanna read a friends to lovers of Andrew. (No angst, I'm too sensitive for that, and then smut if you want) I just love the idea of him panicking to his friends about how much he likes you and how worried he is that you can tell. I also think it'd be funny if they were totally over it, telling him to grow up and what not. Just having him act like he isn't a fully grown man with how nervous you make him :) sorry for this being so long!!

Have a lovely day/night 🧡🧡

You’re so real for being too sensitive for angst, me to babe. That’s why I write smut instead. I might add more to this one. But here’s what I’ve got for now, I hope you like it and a lovely day/night to you too.

Little fic under the cut🩷

Andrew stared off at the spot you disappeared, as if he was waiting for the moment you would appear back out of the hall. Counting each second you were gone. His mind is just as much somewhere else.

“Andy! Hey, knobhead!”

The man in question jolted as he felt a beer bottle tapped on his knee. The call of his name rips him nearly painfully out of his daydreams.

“What?”

It meant to come out more harshly than that. But Andrew found himself breathless and weak. If Alex could’ve rolled his eyes any harder, he would’ve. 

“Jesus Christ, Andy. We lose you every time they’re around and every time they’re not here. When are you gonna tell them?”

Alex said, sounding just about as fed up as all of Andrew’s friends, family, anyone he told or could see his very blatant affections were. Everyone except you. Andrew felt a blush come to his cheeks, warming them a pink color. Whether it was Alex’s words or the thought of you, he wasn’t sure.

“I— I don’t know, I’m not sure if they like me like that.”

He answered, the same excuse he’s used a thousand times over. Alex scoffs, rubbing his hands over his face. As much as he loves Andrew, his intense pinning can get a bit annoying at times.

“It’s obvious! You are a grown man, Andrew! Just go for it. Or are you that fearful of rejection?”

Andrew huffs, perhaps a bit embarrassed at his very school boy like attitude. Looking back once more into the hallway you disappeared into and shrugs.

“I don’t want to lose them. If I confess and they don’t feel the same, how can we be friends after that?”

He asks, gaze falling onto his feet. Luckily, Alex seems to take some pity on him.

“I’m telling you, they do. I promise. You know I’d never lie about that.”

“Never lie about what?”

Andrew’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice. His already present flush deepening at the vulnerable conversation being interrupted. 

“Erm-“

He stutters for a moment, his tongue stuck to the roof of his dried out mouth and looks back at Alex. Who merely gestures at him to leave. Get it over with already. 

Andrew nods and stands. He can hear his own heart beating in his ears, a tremble in his knees. But he manages to get his voice to work. It sounds distant, like he’s not saying it at all.

“Actually, can I talk to you?”

Your agreement and smile stave off his nervousness. He can’t help, but smile back.

-Thad💚

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Guys, send me all of your little fantasies about Andrew and I’ll try to write a little smth for all of them. Just bored and need to get out of some writer’s block rip. It can be smut, fluff, angst, whatever you’ve got up in that head of yours.

-Thad💚

Felt like this pic was too cute not to add.

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Request: 3 way with Andrew and alex, but your in a talking stage ish with Andrew and he gets super mad and jealous that Alex was looking at u a little too hard and that u may have enjoyed Alex a little too much so he takes u back to his room or wtv and gives u round 2 (overstim) basically jealous sex and he keeps saying things like tell me ur mine tell me I do it better blah blah

This request came to me awhile ago and I want you to know anon that I’m working on it, it’s just being difficult😭😭 But, here’s a taste in the mean time. Typed on my phone so the format might be stupid.

18+ under the cut.

Andrew slicks his fingers and thrusts them into your heat. Your swollen walls flutter around them as you cry out, a jolt of pain and pleasure going through your body. He’s rough and harsh pulling in and out. Dragging his fingers over your inner walls.

“Perhaps that’ll make sure you remember, yeah?”

He curls his fingers right into your sweet spot when you don’t answer him. His other hand grasps your chin to turn your head towards him.

“Yeah? I wanna hear it and make it good. You’ll remember that you belong to me.”

I’m trying my best.

-Thad💚

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Off The Path - Hozier Drabble

Author’s Nota: Ughhh look at my hottie husband go, the hands, THE HANDS LOOK AT THEM. Anyways, fun little drabble for a fun little idea. Honestly, sometimes I think of things and wonder if I’m actually sane or not.

Summary: You ride Andrew in da woods, not far off the path hehehe. (God I really just wrote that.) (Gender-neutral! Reader)(~300 words)

Warnings: Smut, of course. Andrew’s ashamed with how turned on he is, uhh almost Exhibitionism? But they don’t actually get caught. Public Sex. (Help me, I’m getting ideas for a voyeur fic because he’d defo be into that.)

This is a work of fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Inspired by:

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“She turns my back to the earth and shows me that’s where I’m meant to be

I hear a chirp from the birds as if they heard somebody coming.”

“You really have the worst ideas- Jesus Christ!”

Andrew hissed, his hands gripping tightly at your hips. Like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to push you away or bring you closer. 

“Shhh, you’ve got to be quiet.”

You replied, pressing a finger to his lips. Andrew glared up at you. Something that quickly faded as your hips rocked on top of him. Forcing the man beneath you to take a sharp breath and bite his lip. Sharp white teeth piercing the soft flesh. His eyes shifted up to the sky in an attempt to focus on anything, quite literally anything else then the pleasure coursing right into his bones. The great branches of trees blocked out the sun casting light down from above. The leaves tremble in the breeze like his fingers that grasp at your legs.

Andrew wishes they’d gone further off the path while he pretends like the risk of someone catching them doesn’t make his nerves tingle with excitement. Heightening his adrenaline and arousal, causing his body to be all the more sensitive and aware.

You clench around his cock. Forcing Andrew’s attention back onto you.

“For fuck’s s-”

He’s cut off by your hand clasping over his mouth. The rocking of your hips becomes achingly more gentle in an attempt to quiet your movements. 

Voices drift through the trees. Andrew holds his breath. Praying to all and every God they don’t get caught. There’s no way to salvage this prone position if they do. At the same time his cock twitches inside your warm walls. You smile down at him like you know exactly what he’s thinking.

Andrew glares hotly. As hot as he is turned on.

You begin to ride him more vigorously once more.

More voices drift through the tree causing you to stop again. The shift in speeds made Andrew’s cock throb in need. He’s in for one long fucking ride.

And he’s praying to all and every God to thank them. 

This was a good time. almost as good as Andrew's having lol.

-Thad💚

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Bye Bye Bedframe-Hozier Drabble

Author's Note: Sorry I've been dead rip, school SUCKS. Don't go to college. But I do have more fics planned for the upcoming week. Hoping to do something for the 5 year anniversary of Wasteland, Baby! yay!

Summary: Andrew breaks the bed frame, that's it, that's the entire fic. A little stupid tbh. (~400 words)(Genderneutral! Reader)

Warnings: interrupted smut, Dom! Andrew, Sub! Reader, uhh rough? Bad dirty talk, one spank at the end

This is a work of fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Fic Under the Cut🤎 18+ only, you've been warned.

The bed frame creaked with each sharp movement. Andrew had a grip on your hair the other on your hip as he fucked you into the mattress. Jolting the bed with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re taking it so well, so, so good.”

His panted out words brush hot air against your ear. Pressing his face into the back of your neck as he rocked his hips into you. 

“You can take more, darlin’, I know you can.”

He whispered, pushing down between your shoulder blades until your face hit the pillows. The new angle sends shudders through your body as the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot over and over again. 

Your sweet moans fuel him to go faster, deeper. His hips slapping against your ass.

“Gorgeous, utterly gorgeous like this.”

He groans, wrapping a hand around the bar of the headboard. The bed frame creaks and groans, but you’re moaning too loud to hear it. His brutal thrusts nearly pushing your knees off the bed together. 

His name slips from your lips and becomes muffled in the sheets. Andrew grunts, pressing your head down further into the mattress as he lifts your hips with a hand beneath your stomach. 

“Fuck- fuck!”

He repeats the curse twice as the mattress suddenly gives away beneath his knee with a cracking sound. You curse, grasping for the headboard. The shock jolts you out of the pleasure.

“What happened?”

“Are you okay?”

The questions are asked at the same time. But Andrew’s takes precedence. 

“Yeah.”

You answer a bit shakily, confused, your heart pounding against your sternum. He gently pats your hip, pulling out and setting you down carefully. It’s a bit funny, watching his naked form kneel down on the floor to check the bed frame. His cock still hard against his stomach. It makes you giggle a bit deliriously. Andrew chuckles as well, but not for the same reason.

“We broke the bed frame, snapped in half right here.”

He says, running his finger along the crack that caused half the bed to sink. 

“You mean you broke the bed frame, you’re the one doing all the thrusting.”

Andrew gives you a look at the correction. His eyes darkened.

“You were the one begging me to go harder, brat.”

A blush comes on your face at reminder and you shrug.

“You were the one who listened.”

Andrew’s smile fades and he grabs your arm. Quickly tugging you up off the bed and onto your feet.

“That’s enough from you, we’re moving to the couch.”

“Gonna break that too?”

A hand gives you a soft slap on the ass, making you yelp.

“Shut it."

Okay, well, that was fun. Hope you liked it.

-Thad💚

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Valentine’s Day Treat

Somebody arrest this man, because who gave him the right to be that hot?

Author’s Note: A little Valentine’s Day piece, if you’re celebrating have fun. If you’re single make sure to tell the people in your life how much you love them :). And of course, love yourself. And obviously, thank you to Lunarite who beta reads my fics so wonderfully, love you💚.

Summary: Playing with fire gets you excited. Most everything explained in the warnings. (Gender neutral! Reader, hopefully, I tried my best)(~2000 words)

Warnings: smut yay, Dom!Andrew, Sub!reader, wax play, Oral Sex (Andrew eating reader out.) Praise, poorly written dirty talk, Idk

This is a work of fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Fic under the cut 🩷 18+ only, you have been warned.

Andrew clasped a lit candle in both hands. His gaze not on the flame but on you. The room was dimly lit by candles, although not quite the same as the one in his hands. Firelight dancing over the walls of the room, drawing long shadows over the walls.

“Are you sure?”

The man asks gently, lifting a gentle hand to brush the hair back from your face. 

“Yes.”

A nearly whispered agreement from your lips. In a quiet voice as to not break the energy in the room. Andrew nods in response. Carefully tipping the candle to drip the melted wax into his open palm. The light of the flame moves hypnotically over his face. The reds in his hair and the sharpness of his cheekbones become more prominent in the warm highlights. 

The liquid wax hits his pale skin, pooling in his palm. He rubs it into his hand, the wax softening into oil and sinking in.

“It’s nice, not even that hot. Just a bit warm.”

He hums, looking into the slowly melting candle. You hold out an arm, wanting to test it yourself. Andrew’s lips curl into a soft smile. A hand grasping your held out arm. He ever so carefully pours some of the warm wax over your offered limb. Despite telling you it wasn’t that hot, it’s still a surprise when it hits you without burning.

The wax drips down the length of your arm and over your wrist before Andrew catches it with his thumb and rubs it into your arm with little circles of his finger. Slowly moving up the limb in such a simple act. Yet your stomach itches with arousal. Each movement is calm, almost languid and attentive. Paying attention to every detail. It’s especially attractive when his only focus is on your body and how it reacts.

Andrew drags his fingers further up. Until they reach the sleeve of your shirt. He softly tugs on it. You take the hint, sliding your shirt up and off with Andrew’s help. He’s quick to bring you into a kiss once the layer of clothing is tossed aside. The touch of his mouth is tender, caressing your bottom lip between both of his. He slowly lays you back against the bed. Knees moving to either side of your hips so he can straddle you comfortably.

“Let’s start here, yeah?”

He murmurs against your mouth. Trailing slender fingers down the curve of your neck and to the end of your shoulder. It nearly tickles, a mere brush against you. He waits for your agreement before lifting the candle a few inches above your bare skin. He tips it a little. The warm wax spills over the rim and drips down. It hits your neck in a few careful drops. Against the more sensitive skin, it’s a pinpoint of heat. Like a stray spark from a fire. A sensation that makes you gasp. Then it melts off into something much more subtle. Merely like metal warmed beneath a cool sun. Andrew straightens the candle again. Quick to soothe the wax into your skin with a gentle hand. Leaving it smooth and glistening.

“Was that alrigh? Should I keep going?”

He’s careful not to push you too far, asking questions and studying your every reaction to be sure everything is okay. 

“Yeah, it feels… interesting, keep going.”

Andrew nods at your answer. Tipping the candle once more. The drips of wax land at a faster pace. A gentle drizzle over your collarbone and shoulder. Andrew lets the liquid slide down onto your chest, over your sternum. The simmering heat pinkens your skin and makes the nerves so acutely aware of every feeling. You can almost feel the blood pumping through your veins.

His hands spread the melted wax over your skin. His gentle fingers tease the now acutely sensitive nerves that prickled beneath the heat. They dip into the valleys of your collarbones, the hollow of your neck. Exploring every curve and valley until your upper chest is glistening in the dim candlelight. His gaze on you like you’re an artpiece, yet far, far more precious. It burns and fuels your arousal. With your nod of assurance, he continues. Spilling the candle further downwards. A light sprinkle over your sternum.

The next touch is a surprise, as Andrew takes some of the melted wax onto his thumb and circles it around your hardening nipple. Sending a shock through your system. Setting your nerves on fire. Anticipating the pleasure. But Andrew is cautious, the almost dangerous glint in his eyes tells you he finds this fun. Entertaining even. To watch your reactions to everything he’s doing. 

“Does it feel good, darling?”

He asks, his voice lowered. Deeper. He’s into this. So very into this. You have to swallow hard to force your tongue to work again. 

“Y-yeah. Intense.”

You manage to choke out. Struggling to speak while feeling the tingle of heat around your nipple. Tripping over your own tongue and forcing Andrew to hold back what you’d know would be a wicked grin in response. 

Instead, he nods in acknowledgment and lowers the candle so it’s just hovering above your chest. Licks of heat coming off the flame. And drips the wax just an inch away from your nipple. It’s even hotter as it travels right from the candle onto your skin. Almost stinging. The anticipation of pleasure and pain causes your entire body to twitch and tingle. Andrew can’t hold back a surprised, satisfied laugh.

“So sensitive.”

He comments. His thumb rubs over the glistening oil. Back and forth. Back and forth. Your lungs heave beneath his hand. His eyes have nearly become black with arousal, hungry as they’re so intently focused on your shuddering form. His thumb drags slowly over the distance to your nipple. 

A moan escapes you as Andrew circles the hardened bud beneath his finger and pulls lightly.

“You like that?”

You respond with a nod to Andrew’s question. Not even attempting to form words. That urges him to keep going. Continuing to tease and tug at the sensitive bud until you’re arching your back up into his hand and he’s got you whimpering quietly. Only then does he continue. 

“Beautiful, you’re doing better than I could’ve imagined.”

He murmurs sweet words to you. Sliding the candle further down your shuddering form. He spills the wax over the rim of the candle, pouring a thin line of warm oil from your heart, all the way down to your navel. It nearly tickles. It soothes your body as it trickles down your skin and covers you with a strangely comforting blanket of heat, raising your nerves until Andrew presses it into your skin with a large hand. Fingers long and slender. Making you seem smaller than you are. Then he slides his hand lower. Past your navel and onto the round of your stomach.

Andrew paints the form of your figure with his fingers, mapping out the expanse of your skin. Adventurously his hand travels down the slope of your navel. His middle finger stretches out dipping down low to tease the sensitive skin around your entrance. He sucks in a breath when you twitch and whine with the shock of pleasure going up your spine. 

“God… you’re gorgeous, baby. Let me taste you. I need it, please?”

He asks, nearly panting with breathlessness. His warm breath moving over the swell of your stomach. You choke out an agreement. A hand eagerly tugging on his hair to drag him downwards.

He brushes those skilled lips against the surface of your skin. Cascading kisses further down your body, his hands find purchase on your hips and hold you down firmly. His beard brushing your thigh as he guides them over his shoulders. 

There’s hardly any build up. Andrew breathes in your arousal like a starving man. A lion about to devour a freshly caught kill. His nose pressing into your folds. A sly tongue flickers out to tease you, hot and slick, leaving a feeling even more searing than the melted wax that coats your skin. Every small reaction of yours excites him further. Makes him more eager for your taste. He submits to that longing. Circling his tongue around your opening. Stretching you open for his plunder before he begins taking it.

 He buries his tongue into your arousal. Lapping at your walls in slow, savouring strokes. Your hole opening little by little. As his tongue continues, wet and unyielding. Andrew has no hesitation to begin devouring you. Like a starving man sinking his teeth into the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. It’s even reflected in his pleasured moans and muffled praises.

“Taste so fucking good.”

Your trapped hips jerk as the tip of his nose bumps into that sweet, sensitive spot. Andrew’s hands holding the to do the bed. His grip grows even firmer as you writhe beneath his mouth. Your movements don’t stop him. As he pushes himself as deep as he can go. His beard gently scratching at your legs, making you all the more sensitive than the wax already had. 

Pleasure runs through your body, shaping your back into an arch in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. Despite his hands not allowing it. You can feel your legs tremble around his head. Both hands tangled into his long curls of hair that pull it back from getting into his face. You call out his name with a curse. Pressure building up and pushing against your stomach. Andrew can feel you clench around his tongue. Attempting to draw him closer, even when his mouth is already practically melted against you. Lost in the taste of your pleasure. But another call of his name has his attention.

“Are you gonna cum for me, darling?” 

He asks in a rough voice. Lifting his head to look up at you properly. His chin shines with saliva that he doesn’t care for. He never minded getting a bit messy. Andrew doesn’t leave your poor, devoured hole alone as he asks his questions. Teasing the puckered entrance with a finger that he slowly pushes in when you whimper. His actions are made easily by the salvia slickening you. At your affirmative answer he curls his finger. Rubbing your sweet spot just perfectly with skilled hands.

“That’s it. I want you to cum over my tongue, yeah? Bet that tastes even better.”

You can tell he means it by his tone, the way his voice barely trembles and he shows it. His head ducked back down between your thighs. His tongue joined side by side with his finger. Prodding at every pleasurable spot he can hit. Over and over and over again. Until the pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. When you warn him of this, he moans into your skin. Sending vibrations through you.

“C’mon, let it go. You’ve done so well. Just a little farther.”

Andrew encourages, both for his and your sake. The pleasure becomes overwhelming. The long strokes over your fluttering entrance shove you over the edge. Back arching off the mattress and toes curling into the sheets. You wail his name like a prayer. Like his gift of pleasure is heaven sent. Spilling over his mouth and chin as ecstasy washes over you. Andrew laps it up like it’s a sweet nectar. Moaning at the taste over his tongue. He cleans up the mess between your thighs like that. Ridding you of what would’ve become a sticky nunasince. Eventually, you’re squirming weakly with oversenstivity and Andrew finally lifts his head out of your legs. Still seeming dazed. 

“Could you go another round like that?”

Honestly, Idk how to feel about this one. Doesn't feel like my best writing, but I tried. Anyways, I'm hoping to post a fic for the 5th Anniversary of Wasteland, Baby! If I have any ideas for it. So if you have any ideas you'd might like to see feel free to send them to me.

-Thad 💚

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Insane, Baby - Hozier Drabble

Author’s Note: I have no words for this fic. Just, I can’t. It just a spew of horny nonsense.

Summary: Me making Andrew feral. That’s it. (Genderneutral!Reader) (~200 words)

Warnings: Smut, but like, not very explicit smut, possessive Andrew, one dialogue line of dirty talk, unbeta read and generally just a word vomit.

This is a work fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Fic Under the Cut❤️ 18+ only, you’ve been warned.

Andrew wasn’t insane, he wasn’t. But that was so hard to remember when he was on top of you. Struggling so hard to control himself. Grunting and practically growling in your ear. His hips meet yours in another, nearly brutal thrust. His fingers grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises. He’ll kiss over them later, apologizing as he showers you with his affection. He’ll shove down the beast that stirs inside of him. In the depths of his stomach. It purrs at the sight of you marked as his so tangably. 

He buries his face into the crook of your neck. The scent of your combined arousal filling his nose. Andrew can’t help himself. Lapping up the glistening sweat on your neck. Groaning at the taste of your skin before sinking his teeth into it. Using them to pull and turn your skin red. 

His panting brushes over your cheek as he whispers into your ear. His voice rough and thickened with his accent. A side of Andrew nobody else gets to see.

“Just want you to be all mine, all mine. I need you.”

The words are hot against your skin. Just like his front against you. Sweat slick between your bodies. 

Andrew isn’t insane. He isn’t. But he forgets who he is with you and that’s who’s insane.

I’m crazy, but I’m free.

Oh, expect the Valentine’s Fic to actually be on time. :)

-Thad💚

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Game of Distraction - Hozier Drabble

The way I’d give him the creamiest, soul sucking, heaven sent, sloppy, wet, back arching, begging for mercy, praying for God to take him, soul enlightening, spiritual experience head the earth has ever seen. THAT SLUTTY SWEATER TOO. GOD.

Anyways, Drabble more or less inspired by this pic. I can’t tell if this is making me more or less sane.

Summary: Andrew can’t play chess with you in his sweater. (Genderneutral! Reader) (~400 words)

Warnings: Surprisingly none, just a bit of making out towards the end and suggestive talk. No beta reading, I wrote this in 20 minutes.

This is a work of fiction and not a reflection of who Hozier is

Fic under the cut🤎

“Checkmate.”

You declared, dramatically knocking over Andrew’s castle in this very heated game of chess. The man groans in response, dropping his head on to the table.

“This isn’t fair!”

He calls into the wood of the tabletop. He pushes his long curls away from his face when he decides to lift his head back up. Meeting your eyes and seeing your amusement, he scowls.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why is it not fair, Andy?”

The man looks at you with exasperation.

“Like you don’t know.”

He replies, stiffly. You smile, learning forwards by placing your elbows on the table.

“No, I don’t. Tell me.”

Andrew sighs deeply. His eyes are getting distracted by your bare collarbones. Oh yes, he’s definitely thinking about why it’s not fair.

“Because, you’re cheating.”

His vagueness is purposeful. He doesn’t want to admit that the sight of you wearing his sweater has got him all hot beneath the collar. All oversized on you, dropping low on your shoulders. You’re gorgeous, of course. But since when is he the one to fold so easily?

“Cheating? How?”

It’s a goad. You know exactly why. Andrew stays quiet.

For one,

Two,

Three seconds.

And he’s up.

Out of his seat. Andrew is on you faster than you can replace the breath he knocks out of you. He’s practically biting rather than kissing you. Teeth scraping over your bottom lip.

You’re swift to return it. The tip of your tongue running over his bared teeth. One might call it violent. His beard gently scratches at your skin and his fingers gripping your legs. But if that’s true, It’s a crime of passion.

Andrew lifts you up onto the table. It rocks on its legs with your shared movements. The chess pieces scattering across the board and floor. The wooden pieces on the hard ground are loud, but not loud enough to make you even think about picking them up.

Bites trail down the length of your throat. Teeth pulling at your tendons, but careful not to break skin. Andrew’s only goal is to lift the blood to show a bright pink color against your skin.

Reaching the collar of the sweater. Andrew breathes out shakily. As if just recalling why this started in the first place. You tug lightly on his hair. Urging him to continue.

The man looks back up at you. A familiarly wild look in his eye.

“Let’s get this sweater off you, yeah?”

He asks, running his hands beneath it over your bare skin. Voice rough.

“What? Tired of me ‘cheating’?”

“Don’t push it.”

I revisited some old poems and that’s what inspired this lol. Just wanted to post something while I struggle with my Alex fic.

-Thad💚

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Expect the next Hozier fic to be posted on Valentine’s Day, as a little treat. Although, I am hoping I’ll finish an Alex Turner fic by Friday (2/9) so be on the look out for that. In the meantime, to keep myself sane I might be posting some drabbles and stuff. So if you have any ideas feel free to send them to me.

-Thad💚

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January Blues - Hozier

Author’s Note: Y’all I finally did it. We’re going to pretend it’s still January so this fits. But it’s finally here 🙏. Thanks to my bestie lunaritessane Who’s input made this fic a whole lot better. I love you💚. (Literally, like their beta reading was just delicious.)

Summary: Andrew is feeling down, you make him feel better. Gender neutral!reader. (3k words)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Smut! Smut turned weirdly poetic sometimes?. Kinda Switch!Andrew, sub vibes at the beginning, soft dom vibes later. Descriptive descriptions of Andrew’s long dick. (I have a problem)

This is a work fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Inspired by:

“Well you cured my January Blues, yeah, you made it all alright.”

Fic under the cut💙, 18+ only, you’ve been warned.

The further Ireland dipped into the depths of winter, the more Andrew’s mood dropped. Reflecting the rainy, washed-out climate outside the frosty windows of his house. It hardly even snowed this winter, just a cold rain that somehow made his mood worse. Logically, he knew it was likely that the lack of sun on his already pale skin was what had him wallowing. But alas, no amount of tea and books seemed to make him feel any better. So that’s why he’d given up by this point. Gaze zoned out past the pages of his novel and tea now cold on the coffee table. His mind clouded like the gathering storm outside.

“Andy?”

A gentle call of his name had Andrew startled. Usually he would’ve noticed your presence by the sound of your footsteps, but he’d been too far into his head to notice.

“Yes, darling?”

He asked, the tone of his voice reflecting yours in its quiet manner.

“I’m just wondering if you’re alright? I’ve called your name a few times and you haven’t answered.”

You replied. Despite keeping your voice light, he can tell by the slight frown and the furrow of your eyebrows you’re more concerned than you're letting on. Sighing deeply with resignation, he closes the book with a soft snap and sets it aside. 

“I’m just feeling… I’m not sure. Down, I suppose.”

He answers, voice tainted with melancholy. You look even more concerned. A part of him wishes he didn’t worry you over trivial things. But how could he ever resist your questioning of his well-being?

You walk over to him and sit down on the arm of the chair. Running a hand into the long curls of his hair to scratch at his scalp. He hums and closes his eyes, leaning back into your soothing touch.

“Anything I can do to help?’

You ask and he breathes out through his nose with a shake of his head.

“Not sure there’s much you can do, but… stay?”

Andrew replies, aware his tone sounds dangerously close to needy. But you only smile and nod. Sating any insecurities he has as you continue to massage his scalp. 

He hums contently once more, letting his head rest against your hand. The warm light of the room throws shadows over his face and the pale lines of his neck. Shrouding the valleys in darkness and the highlights with warmth. Turning the sharpness of his cheekbones all the more prominent if that's possible. 

Leaning down, you leave a few kisses over his cheekbones. The feeling of warm breath against his face forces a smile to his lips. He turns his head, capturing your lips against his. Your kiss is like a balm on his apathy, replacing it with passion. Your free hand cups the side of his face. Feeling the gentle scratch of facial hair against your palm that’s also felt on your chin. The feeling lures you closer. Pressing into the space between his and your bodies until you’re straddling one of his legs. Lost in the velvety sensation of lips and tongues against each other. You break it off first. Ignited with one simple idea. 

“Let me make you feel better, yeah?”

You prompt, in a lowered, raspier voice. He looks up at you with blown pupils, green irises dark. Shining hot in the orange light from the lamp. He breathes out. Like he can’t believe you’re real. And nods eagerly.

“Please… do what you’d like.”

His breathless agreement makes you smile and melt a bit, moving his head to get access to his throat. A soft sound leaves his mouth as you kiss over the thin skin. Breath hitching when your tongue follows along the groves of his veins. He’s so goddamn sensitive. He has to hold back a few noises, the heat of your breathing brushing over his neck. Goosebumps appear over his arms. He’s becoming more and more aware of your every move.

Andrew lets out a loud groan that he quickly cuts off in embarrassment. A response to the dragging of your teeth over the base of his neck where it meets his shoulder. The skin beneath your lips flushes a pink color. You snicker in response to the noise, and he huffs in irritation.

“It’s okay, I wanna hear you. I wanna know you’re enjoying it. You sound absolutely gorgeous, but that’s no surprise.”

You murmur to him, rubbing his side to subdue his unease. You know he’s listening because the muscles relax beneath your hand. He lets out another moan as you nibble, turning the skin a pale red.

It’s not long before you’ve scattered similar-looking bites over his neck. By the time you’re getting his sweater off Andrew is breathing a little heavier, sweat building on the back of his flushed neck. 

His chest stutters watching you sink to your knees in front of the armchair. Eyes hooded and darkened.

“Just lie back, baby, and I’ll cure all those blues.”

You direct, and he does as you say. His mouth is too dry to try and come up with a sassy reply to your somewhat cheesy line. Not like that would matter anyway. All thought disappears from his head when your mouth lands on his chest. Kissing, licking, sucking down his sternum. Your lips wrapping around one of his nipples has him debating whether or not to beg for mercy. Airless moans slip from his lips without time nor thought to stop them. 

“Fuckin’ Hell, darling. That’s so good.”

Andrew hisses, voice rough, Irish accent thickened, words a little slurred. His hands running into your hair. Using whatever is there to try and get a grip. Large palms grasping at the back of your skull. He can’t help but pull when you tug on his nipple, forcing a quiet moan from your lips.

“Shit, sorry.”

He apologizes in a way that would sound regretful if it wasn’t husky with arousal. You laugh in response to him jerking under your mouth when you suck softly. Your way of telling him it’s okay. 

After giving Andrew’s nipple a bit more attention, just to hear him whine a few more times. And then start slowly kissing down his stomach. Feeling every little twitch and breath beneath your mouth. 

“Darling, please, please, stop teasing.”

There it is, the pleads for mercy. He’s practically whimpering. His voice becomes tight. A struggle for control. You grant his wish, hands moving to his belt. There’s a large bulge beneath his jeans, straining against the fabric. God, that must be uncomfortable, you can feel the heat from here. 

Eventually, with a bit of moving around, you manage to pull his jeans and boxers off. Freeing his cock from the confines of his clothes. It arches up towards his stomach with a surprising stiffness, considering you haven’t even been touching him for that long. He’s decently above average in length. To the point it burns a little to take, but not ridiculously so. The tip is a deep red, swelled with a desperation to be touched. 

Andrew shoots a hand from your hair to the arm of the chair. Gripping it with a hiss when he feels the brush of your breath over the sensitive skin. His cock twitches, the two prominent veins along the bottom throbbing. You decide not to make him wait any longer. Wrapping a hand around the shaft. Andrew looks down at you with hungry eyes alight with reverence, studying your every move. 

“God- fucking, yes.”

Andrew gasps in pleasured relief, a moan quickly following when you start stroking the length of his shaft, giving every inch an equal amount of attention. Just barely touching the tip to tease him. To watch his cravings become unbearable. At first, he accepts the simple touch, relishing in finally having friction on his cock. However, it soon becomes too little and he starts rocking his hips into your hand, eager for more. Slender thighs flexing with the movement. Light shining over his jutting hip bones. He’s absolutely stunning from this angle, chest heaving as he squirms. A thin sheen of sweat glistening over the bridge of his nose and high cheekbones. A stark contrast to the darkness of his neatly trimmed beard. 

“Babe-”

Andrew starts, his words sounding more like a gasp of breath. 

“Fine, I’ll be nice.” 

You relent, not wanting to torture him too much. Dragging your hand over the weeping head, Andrew moans and sinks his fingernails into the arm of the chair. His other hand cupping the back of your neck, trying his best not to grip or pull. You circle your thumb around the very tip of his cock, over the most sensitive glands. Andrew practically whimpers because of it. Legs jerking, he throws his head back. Eyes squeezed shut. Showing off all those pink love bites you left over his throat.

“Yes, just like that. Keep going.”

Andrew manages in that sweet, unsteady voice. It’s like he can’t get enough air into his lungs, caught between moaning and whining. He thrusts his hips into your hand which moves up and down the entire length of his dick. A focused attention with a twist of your wrist over the head. Andrew isn’t the only one getting impatient. You’re interested in doing much more than just a handjob. 

So, when your impatience gets to be too much, you duck your head and take the tip of his cock into your mouth. Causing a high-pitched noise of surprise from the man above. There’s an even sharper noise as you press your tongue against the bottom and suck. Pulling precum from his eagerness. The tangy and sharp taste coating your tastebuds, sticking to your tongue. It fills your senses, nearly overwhelming the musky scent of Andrew’s arousal. 

“Let me see your eyes, please. Look at me.”

Andrew urges, his voice higher than normal. Looking up at him, his eyes meet yours. And he responds like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. His lips parted, looking down at you with warmth in his eyes. His entire dick throbbing with your gaze on his. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.”

He gasps out. His hand letting go of the armchair and brushing the hair away from your face. So he can see all of you properly. 

“So, so pretty down there.”

Andrew continues in a murmur, the pleasure of seeing you drives his ecstasy even higher. He gently moves slightly further into your mouth, hungry for more of the warm pleasure, more than what your hand is giving him. You welcome him, slowly working his cock deeper into your mouth. Jaw stretching to accommodate until it nearly aches. Your tongue cradles the underside. 

He moans lowly, running fingers over your scalp. The warm and wet feeling of your mouth wrapping around his cock causes his entire body to shiver. Pleasure bolting up his spine. He nearly becomes lightheaded with the rush of blood, cheeks flushing a bright red against the paleness of the rest of his skin. 

The more you take, the more difficult it is to breathe. Andrew stops you for a moment,  letting you take a breath. He caresses your jaw with the backs of his fingers, helping it relax out. 

“Just go slow, breathe through your nose.”

He speaks in a calmly commanding voice. Forcing you to stay in your moment of pause for a few seconds longer before letting you continue. You follow his introductions and breathe through your nose, taking measured breaths as you sink further. Until tears gather in your eyes when the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Pushing at your gag reflex. 

A pleasured rumble sounds in Andrew’s chest. Vibrating back through your bones. He continues stroking your jaw, making sure you can take every inch.  

“That’s good. You’re doing so well, baby. Start moving if you want.”

Andrew says, trying his best to keep his composure so his desire doesn’t get the better of him. It nearly does when you start moving achingly slow up and down the length of his dick. Your mouth is so consumingly tempting, hot and wet and just perfect. Both a gift and a curse. Luring Andrew to near madness with how good it feels. He’s speechless, wordless. Stuck in this version of heaven. You’ve got him absolutely hooked. Even more so when you start to move faster. Suck harder. Letting saliva drip down your chin and glisten on your skin the way it does on his cock.  

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this. Your so skilled, so absolutely, fucking wonderful.”

He groans behind his clenched teeth. Resisting the urge to bury himself even deeper into your mouth. You struggle to move faster. Gagging on his cock when it hits your reflex. Andrew looks down at you, noticing your struggle. He gently pulls on your hair. Guiding you off his cock.

“It’s alright, let me help you, okay?”

He asks, but it’s less of a suggestion and more of a command if you want to keep going. You nod in agreement. 

“Yeah, okay.”

Andrew takes a careful hold of your hair, holding your head in place as he brings his hips closer to your mouth. The tip of his cock brushes your lips, it’s so red it’s almost purple. Eager and more than ready to slip back into your mouth.

“Ready?”

He asks one more time and you answer affirmatively again. He accepts this and nudges his dick slowly past your parted lips. Guiding himself back into the heat of your mouth. It’s wet, soft and very, very hot. He waits a moment for you to get used to it once more. Before starting to move. Using your hair to move you up and down. His hips rocking forwards into your mouth. His breath hitching as he feels your teeth gaze him. His thighs clasp either side of your head, knees almost on top of your shoulders.

“That’s it, let me help you. Just like this.”

Andrew praises in a tone that does nothing to conceal how good it feels. Carefully thrusting his cock in and out of your already sore throat. You’re so sweet, letting him do this. Willing to take apart every piece of him and put it back together. It’s something only you can do for him. Yet he’s sure you could do it for anyone. 

“God, that’s just right. You’re doing such a good job. You’re an angel.”

He manages, voice trembling. He rocks his hips faster. Guiding you to suck harder. Feeling every ridge moving back and forth across your tongue. The head is just barely nudging the back of your throat. Andrew is gasping, moaning above you like he’s never experienced something quite so amazing in his life. Something beyond any man’s wildest dreams.

His cock twitches in your mouth. His ecstasy reaching higher and higher. To the point his thighs are trembling, skin highlighted pink with exertion (is that how you spell it? idk). You look up at him. Admiring the way his features are painted with pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut. His long hair is messy and falling into his flushed face. There’s strands sticking to the sides of his face and neck with the thin sheen of sweat on his skin. Droplets slide down his collarbones and disappear into his sweater. 

He jerks his cock a little deeper on accident. Coming closer and closer to his finish. Causing you to gag. He opens his eyes with an apology on his lip. But you grasp his hips, pulling him closer. You shove down your gag reflex so you can take him all the way. Tears gathering on your waterline. He takes the hint with widened eyes of surprise and adoration. Carefully thrusting his cock into the depths of your throat, he groans loudly with pleasure. Both hands sinking into and grabbing on your hair. 

Your nose brushes his pelvis. The smell of musk filling your nose. An almost sweet, earthy scent coming from him. You make eye contact through blurry eyes. Andrew’s breath stutters, his legs tensing by the sides of your head. 

“Fuck- darling, so good. I’m gonna- shit. I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Do you want that? Do you want me to cum into your mouth?”

He asks, his words broken and stuttering. Almost failing at forming a sentence entirely. You nod the best you can. Tears and spit running down your face. He moans at your agreement. Somehow feeling hotter and even more aroused by it. 

Andrew thrusts his hips into your mouth. Pushing how much you can take as he chases his high. It’s not more than a minute of nearly reckless movements before he’s cumming into your mouth just as he said he would. His back arching into it as his legs shudder. He moans loudly from the bottom of his chest. His mouth hanging open. Head thrown back with his eyes rolled back into his skull. Shooting warm, thick cum into your mouth. The salty and bitter taste overwhelming your senses, but one you could taste over and over again. You groan around his cock. Causing his legs to jump as he feels the vibrations. 

He pants, remaining motionless in his recovery. His brain needed a moment to recover before piecing itself back together and pulling out of your mouth. There’s a lopsided, still half-gone smile on his face as he looks down at you. Humming happily as you swallow his cum. 

“You’re so amazing, baby.”

Andrew compliments breathlessly. Moving his hands to cup your cheeks and brush the tears away.

“I’m so, so proud of you. Come on, get off your knees.”

The tenderness of his voice is so beautiful. His actions even more so, helping you up off the floor. And positioning you on one of his thighs. 

“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough with you?” 

He questions, his worries calming when you shake your head. Still recovering yourself.

“Good… can I return the favor?”

Thank you so much for reading my first fic 🫶, any constructive criticism is appreciated. I’m going to go do the school work I’ve been procrastinating over to do this instead now. Hopefully, the next fic won’t take over a month to write and I’ll be more active.

-Thad 💚

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Might fuck around and post Hozier fanfic. That fine specimen of a man doesn’t get enough love.

Edit: I did fuck around.