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thesandwichdaddy · 10 months ago

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Whiplash

{Alice/Andrew-Whiplash}

(TW: smut, light oral (fem receiving), fingering, questionable scenario?, light mentions of blood, Teacher x student (CONSENSUAL AND OF AGE), sub! Andrew)

I would love feedback on all of my work ! I try to make the original characters non descriptive as possible. Alice is replacing Fletcher in this. Hopefully you like it LOVE YOU ❤

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Pure hell was the only thing Andrew could think of to describe Alice’s class. She was a cruel, sadistic music teacher who no one ever dared to challenge. Only pure insanity and masochism could drive a man to take her class.

And that was Andrew, always craving the thrill of a challenge—something to make him feel alive. Maybe it was the pure boredom and constant pity he was raised with, or maybe it was his curiosity that made him make the decision.

Although this wasn’t the idea in the beginning, A music college far, far away from his family—that's all he wanted. And sure enough, in the usual college setting, boring bullshit came in the mail, and while looking through it mindlessly, something caught his eye. A request to Schaffer was hand-picked by Alice Lambert herself.

Maybe that’s when his ego grew. There was definitely a change in him at that moment. He obsessed over it, googling anything he could about the school and Alice, trying desperately to find a reason for them to pick him to join. Was it his gpa? Something that they were specifically looking for other than just his skill? There wasn’t any way that someone like him could actually be brought to Schaffer.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t find a single other reason than Alice simply liking his performance. Andrew laughed like a madman, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Now, though he didn’t really care too much about college, he wasn’t clueless to know that Schaffer was a big deal—maybe not to his parents, but who cared about them anymore? Andrew is an adult now; all that matters now are his thoughts about himself. Or at least that’s what he thought.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a skinny, awkward boy’s first day of college and his first day in Alice‘s class. Sure, he had heard horror stories about her, some classmates whispering to him about the outrageous things she’s done. He could even find pictures of her previous classes winning awards. It was hard to imagine that someone like her could do the things he'd heard, but he could see the intimidation radiating off of her through his computer screen.

Her eyes were sharp and analytical. She was an independent, well-dressed woman. She looked neat and professional in her photos, with the charming smile she gave as she looked at the camera and wore that casual blouse and suit. There wasn’t ever a bad angle with her; she’d probably kill the photographers if there were.

Something caught Andrew's attention about her, and it wasn’t just her looks. She hadn’t been teaching long, from what he’s seen, only around two years. And she didn’t look much older at all. It almost infuriated him that someone this close to his age had already mastered and earned a job he had dreamed of having.

When he saw her in person, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He closely watched her face, every small reaction to indicate any sign of emotion other than the cold that she gave usually. Though her face didn’t budge when he walked in, she was just introducing him and telling him where to sit. Something about her voice sent a chill down Andrew's spine. Maybe it was him just needing to get used to hearing such a woman every day, or maybe it was how she said his name, which he hadn’t heard from someone in quite a long time.

Andrew kept it as cool, distant, and professional as he could. Hell, he even bought new clothes just for her class; that black blouse she had on today put his white dress shirt to shame. But he tried not to get insecure; it was much too early for that.

Despite his ego, which he was very aware of, he thought he did very well. Until Alice gave him a certain unimpressed look and just moved on after his performance. He could feel the blood rushing to his face in response as he tried to hold it together. I mean, nothing? Even a nod would be appreciated from her.

He tried harder, of course, and waited and waited. One thing Alice did tell him was that he was off-tempo—not so great, but something—an interaction with him at least. But that repeated in his head over and over and over as he stayed up late at night to practice until his hands bled. The next day, it was his tempo that was wrong again. He swore it was fine, but he quickly adjusted his tempo. Alice walked over closer and asked him to try it again.

Andrew was starting to sweat a bit now, getting nervous as she came closer, but he tried again, looking up at her after he was done to watch her expression.

He envied how she could hide her emotions so well. She gestured for him to go again, a blank look on her face, and he went again. It turned into again and again and again. He thought he was going to go insane. Alice’s patience looked like it was thinning with every passing moment. Andrews hands started to hurt, crimson red smearing on his drumstick as he played. But she didn’t care, so he didn’t care, just listening to her tell him what to do, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong.

Three hours he spent at his drum set, endlessly repeating the same beat, trying to find the goddamn tempo. It was remarkable that Alice stood in the same spot the entire time, watching him. He didn’t stop, not until the blood caused his drumstick to slip out of his bleeding, agonizing hands, forcing him to quit. And with that, Alice stared at him and gave a simple

“Needs work.”

Andrew couldn’t believe it; he didn’t want to believe it. Needs work?! Before he could say anything that might cause him to lose his hands, he picked up his drumsticks and left along with the other class in a hurry to conceal the anger and tears starting to form in his eyes. That was just one of the many things he had to endure from Alice.

He tried reminding himself that he was here for a reason. He stared at the letter Alice had sent to him, which he kept on his dresser. The one thing that felt right. The only thing he cared about. He thought of all the possibilities of her being proud of him as he bandaged and wrapped his sore, bleeding hands. He let out a harsh noise of frustration as he felt the sting of his wounds and the thought of what happened today.

He hated her; he couldn’t stand her. He hated how she had so much power over him that he would do anything, as she made him rethink his view of his own abilities. He knew himself. He reminded himself again that the only thing that matters is what he thinks about himself.

Days turned into weeks, and then into months. He did feel like he was improving on his drumming, just nothing else. He couldn’t eat or sleep; his mind was always occupied with her class. Every fiber of him was filled with hate towards her, but that was drowned by a whole other feeling, a desperate urge that he craved more than anything in his life. He realized he needed Alice’s praise. Her validation. It didn’t matter what he thought of himself; it just mattered what Alice thought of him.

Andrew felt like he was going crazy. Maybe it was because he didn’t get it from his parents enough, but he couldn’t explain it; he had never felt this way before about someone. He spent more and more of his night’s crying into his pillow, desperate to get rid of his undying ache for her. How could he hate someone so much and need her at the same time?

He couldn’t take it anymore. He got up, tired of crying, and put on his dress shirt, jacket, and shoes quickly. He didn’t care if it was Saturday; he didn’t care if it was 11 p.m.; he needed to see her.

He knew that woman didn’t sleep; she would be there. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but it didn’t matter. He closed the door to his dorm and strode over to her class, wiping his eyes with his sleeve quickly. He ignored the cold and dark outside hitting him; the only thought was his aching.

After a short trip to her class, he threw open the heavy door, marching over to her side office, and just as expected, Alice was there at her desk, paperwork on the table, and a coffee next to her. Her eyes shot up at him in a questioning manner at his sudden burst into her office at this hour. Before she could argue, she stopped herself and looked at him. He looked like a mess, his clothes messy and his eyes red and pricked with tears, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, staring down at her with a desperate expression.

“Miss…”

He said, between breaths, and tears were threatening to fall down his face. Alice stood up, her expression turning into utter confusion as she came around her desk and stood in front of him.

"What's wrong with you, boy?”

She asked, searching his face for any indication of an answer and having to look up a bit at him due to the height difference. Before Andrew could even think about it, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and stuffing his face in her chest like a child. A choked sob was heard muffled from him in her chest. He wasn’t going to let go. Alice was utterly bewildered at this. How had she been able to push someone to this point? Especially Andrew, for that matter. With hesitation, Alice sighed and slowly brought one of her hands to his hair and her other to his back, making a desperate noise escape Andrew as he held tighter. He didn’t care about his dignity anymore; he just wanted Alice. His protector.

Nothing was said for a moment before Andrew slipped down to his knees, his grip on her still tight as he pressed his face into her waist, looking up at her with his red and wet eyes, making small hums and whimpers under his breath at his ache finally starting to soothe.

Though it was stern, Alice's face even gave away a slight blush as she held his hair in her hand and her breath hitched slightly at his closeness to her waist.

He took in her expensive scent, his cheek slightly feeling her cold belt buckle as he pressed against her on his knees. Never in this life had he felt so desperate or so excited from the moment. He started to breathe her in deeply, calming himself down as his hands started to travel from her back to her thighs, making Alice jump slightly. She gripped his hair, making him look up at her sternly, trying to regain any control over the situation she could.

"Speak, Neiman, what is the meaning of this?”

She said it in an authoritative voice. Andrew groaned as she gripped his hair tightly, his eyes lidded as he looked up at her. He didn’t care if she acted upset at him; if she actually was, she would’ve already gotten him off of her. But she didn't; he was still right here, and she was with him.

“Miss, praise me, please. Anything. Just tell me how to please you, and I will."

He babbled almost incoherently to her, her hands on her thighs gripping harder. Alice’s eyes widened for a moment at this revelation, and she couldn’t help but feel something inside of her fill with that feeling she had craved for a long time. A small breath escaped her, her stern expression starting to crumble. Andrew noticed this and immediately became excited, pulling back to press his face against her waist and his hands coming up to grab and massage her, his hands slowly kneading and groping her just like he always had dreamed of doing to her.

Alice was turning into a mess by the second, desperately trying to keep that professionalism, but she wasn’t used to this, not at all; no one had needed her this badly. And she didn’t hate it—not at all; it felt quite good, actually. She wasn’t sure what to do besides just let him, making eye contact with him, his desperate hooded and red eyes looking up at her, his tears stopping a while ago.

He saw her pleasure and immediately used it as a way to earn his praise. He wanted to please her so much—much more than just as his music teacher. His face trailed down, him kissing her over the fabric of her thin pants, making Alice gasp and take a step back, but unsuccessfully getting away because of Andrew pulling at her harder. Alice gave a grunt at him, Andrew continuing to kiss her desperately like a starved dog, and bit back any further noises at her sensitivity.

“Andrew”

She said it sternly, trying to keep her authority and control over the situation, but her warning fell on deaf ears. Andrew's hands are now coming to her belt, pulling at it as he kisses her. On one hand, Alice knew she should stop him, but on the other, she’s never felt this aroused before in her life. And Andrew knew this, a slight grin on his face as he started to see her giving in to her desires. Her firm grip on his hair started to slightly loosen, and Andrew took this as a chance to quickly pull down her pants, kissing over her underwear and the inner corners of her bare thighs.

Alice’s legs were starting to twitch at this point, threatening to give out on her as she sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Andrew couldn’t wait; he seized his actions, standing and grabbing her hips, easily moving her onto the desk and towering over her. He pulled off her pants and held her legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders, giving her an almost predatory look. She realized in this moment how much power she actually didn’t have, and that thought excited her a bit more. He bent down to kiss her legs more, his hands running up and down the smoothness of them as he took his time, Alice leaning back on the desk with her hands gripping the edge for support. Andrew looked down at her for a moment, taking the sight of her in. The papers and coffee slipped their minds for now; it was unimportant right now; the only thing on their minds was each other.

He kept slightly tasting her, taking her time to lick, kiss, and nibble on her thighs, tightly holding them so she wouldn’t move. Soft groans and moans of satisfaction left his lips mixed with the sounds of Alice’s sharp breaths, her giving up on holding them back. He wanted more of her—so much more. His fingers slipped to the straps of her underwear, and he began to slip them off, his breath catching in his throat. The thought of him being the only one to see her was enough to drive him crazy alone. But this wasn’t about him; it was about her.

All Alice could do was lean back and watch him, her body almost overwhelmingly hot to the touch. Andrew wanted to tease her first, taking his sweet time to taste the soft flesh of her thighs, which earned a growl from Alice.

"God, Andrew, you really know how to get on my nerves."

She said it lowly to him, which caused him to give a chuckle against her skin.

“Not the right tempo?”

Andrew asked with a grin, and before she could answer, he brought his face down between her legs, firmly holding them open, shutting her up. Alice couldn’t feel mad, not when Andrew was pleasuring her like this. The sensation was almost overwhelming as a sharp moan tore from her, making Andrew moan himself in response to her wet flesh. She tasted better than he imagined, and he imagined more than she could ever believe. He just wished she would’ve let him do it sooner; whenever she yelled at him, it seemed to fix everything.

Alice held on to the desk like her life depended on it, each loud moan she made making her wonder about the possibilities of being caught, but every time she would try to think about it, she was brought right back to Andrew, pleasuring her.

Andrew knew what he was doing; hell, he had even studied before he came over, watching different techniques in porn and even going as far as to research the woman’s anatomy. He wanted it to be perfect for her; she wouldn’t have it any other way. And to Andrew, it was perfect. Every moan and gasp that she has made everything in his life all worth it for this moment right here with Alice

She was making an absolute mess on her desk, which he would happily clean afterwards. But for now, he wanted more—so much more of her. He brought two fingers up to her, pressing and entering her with ease, his greedy mouth working as well. This made Alice loose herself almost completely, her back arching and her squirming at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. Andrew was more than prepared, one hand busy fucking her and the other pushing down on her lower stomach, both to hold her in place and to add to the pleasure. He was used to multitasking. Drumming was so much more useful than he ever thought.

Andrew looked up at her almost the entire time, wanting to remember every expression and noise that she made from him. His tongue relentlessly flicked back and forth, tasting her as he fucked her with his fingers rhythmically at a fast pace, trying to send her over the edge. He could tell she was getting close because her moans turned into desperate whines.

“Andrew…please…don’t…I’m-“

She pleaded, only making Andrew push harder into her. He wasn’t about to take any of her pleasure from her; Andrew himself needed this. He wanted her to stop yelling at him and start yelling for him. She created the most beautiful music for him, something he would never forget.

Her orgasm hit her like whiplash. Waves of pleasure flowed through her arched and sweaty body as Andrew guided her through it, making sure she got every ounce of pleasure she could from it. His hand moved gently out of her, making Alice groan in the absence of him, which he made up for by massaging her body softly and bringing his face up to kiss her stomach.

After her climax ended, she relaxed, leaning her head back on her desk, closing her eyes, and breathing deeply, recovering. For a moment, they didn’t speak; they just enjoyed it. Alice leaned up to look at him, thinking about what they had just done.

“Andre-“

He cut her off, gently pushing her back down and moving to open her drawer, pulling out something to clean her with. He softly smiled, handling her with care. Alice didn’t speak; her face was a bit flushed, and she secretly thought that it was very cute and sweet of him. But she wasn’t about to admit that—not right now, at least. Instead, she cleared her throat and spoke softly, her voice a bit raspy, which delighted Andrew.

“Have you gone through my drawers before?”

She said it lightheartedly, which earned him a chuckle.

“Maybe once or twice.”

He responded, finishing cleaning her and her desk before grabbing her underwear and pants and delicately putting them on her like she was a doll. She nodded, grinned at the answer, and let out a breath at the sensation of her clothes coming back. Andrew gave her a kiss on the cheek before picking and standing her up. The realization of her work and coffee came to him as his face turned into worry and pleading.

"Oh, Miss, I am so sorry."

He said before she placed a hand on his cheek, looking at him with her usual sharp expression which prevented him from saying more.

“They weren’t important.”

She said as she felt his smooth cheek with her thumb. Andrew was completely smitten by this, closing his eyes and sighing in relaxation. She kissed his cheek, making him snap open his eyes in disbelief, blood rushing to his cheeks. That’s all it took. After all of that, her kissing his cheek made him blush. God, he was crazy for her. She backed away from him, giving him a last pat on the cheek, her eyes looking into his almost intimately.

“Get some sleep, Andrew; you need it.”

She said this before leaving, leaving Andrew with a lovesick smile on his face. He knew she cared.

Things would be very different between them now, and for once in his life, he knew what he wanted.

#andrew neiman #whiplash x reader #whiplash #smut #andrew neiman x reader #andrew neiman x reader smut

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bredforloyalty · 10 months ago

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Hii would you like to share your favourite fics?? In any fandoms tbh i just trust your taste a lot 🫣

oh i am an animal i don't think i have good taste i have the taste of someone who's always horny and a teeeeny tiny bit fucked in the head jcsgbhy but i'm honored you asked and i'll share<33 you said you don't care if it's more smut or more plot so i didn't worry too much about that 👍

first off, a warning: most of these are explicit, involve incest, rape, child sexual abuse, and more!!! also most of them are on the shorter side + all are male slash! you'll be able to tell based on the pairing and the concept (i'll describe them a little) so just go by common sense and, idk. beware ahaha i'll go from some pairings to assorted and then the rick and morty ones will be under the read more (i feel like i can't leave them out because some of them genuinely made me insane and changed me as a person or allowed me catharsis like very very few fics before and even though it's repulsive to most others i can't deny that. there are big favorites in there. favorites of all time if i'm being fully honest). let's go..

gcest:

ghost dancer - by the lovely and talented rye @ supersonic1994!!!! noel overdoses on coke. i looove the image of kissing your brother when you think you're about to lose him forever,, does that make sense? love is love is love when one is desperate and if it's deep then it can transcend taboos and boundaries of self and all that shit. you know

things we never see - told through jill furmanovsky, their photographer, noel comes back (after they had almost broken up and he went to san fran without telling anyone). when it comes to them i do love an outsider pov. speaking of outsider pov,

you never notice you are blind - five times alan mcgee thinks he catches something between them and one time he definitely does. it is what it is

i don't really want to know - Nawt consensual, made me a bit sad hehe liam is not sick like him

some that are like, unhealthy jealousy possessiveness dubcon angst and so on: sins like scarlet, fishhook, what am i gonna dream now

samdean:

hungry til well fed - by the wonderful bug @ deanjohn (and mandymovie)!!! iconic cannibalism fic, just so them

brighter wound - wound blood pain codependency babeyyy

take the things you love - hathfrozen is iconic also.. i loved the heaven fic (you'll find it. if you want) but i want to share this because i like how conflicted sam is about their relationship and about the way dean treats him. smutty though

manhattan for beads - what i wrote down is this is the one where they try and it doesn't work and it's heartbreaking. so yeah candle_beck can be trusted w spn, iconic too

serpent round your heart - one of the first ones i read haha ^^

deanjohn:

where the evening splits in half - bug fic also!! all of bug's fics are great do check them out if you're interested in this pairing or dadson at all, seriously.. "Sam says, "I know how you felt about the man." No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know that Dad was a pig. He has no idea how far down Dean was in the mud with him. How dirty they both were, how much Dad ruined him."

midnight midnight - first time, dean hooks up with men so john can take blackmail pics and he gets jealous and yeah, hooray

and you learn how to settle for what you get - sex again but they're fucked up so it's always fucked up. dean never asked for it

waltjesse:

like i'm underwater - by the amazing @ kuleaxoxo!! yayyy power imbalance!! "Mister White's showing him off, isn't he?"

monaco - jesse gifts walt the watch. dubcon

i'm asking you to - rape roleplay, ignored safeword

others:

countercontrol - terence fletcher/andrew neiman, "Andrew leaves; but he always comes back. He likes to think that it’s of his own accord. But then he thinks of those paintings of staircases with the optical illusion of the stairs going nowhere except winding into each other, going the same place again and again, and ultimately going nowhere."

beach fag - roman roy/jeryd mencken, "Roman wishes he was a kid with an adult boyfriend."

the serpent under it - aaron stampler/martin vail, look i fucking love primal fear this is post-canon they get together etc. important to me

simple pleasures - edward nygma/bruce wayne, this is a big favorite i can't leave it out because when this was um coming out i was fucking obsessed. it's long i don't even read long fics

there's a head in the refrigerator - michael afton/william afton, this one's sort of self-explanatory..... i felt we needed necrophilia representation here

rick and morty:

bitter and begging - FAVE.. after the jealousy and possessiveness in vindicators 3 (the episode with the avengers copies that morty is enamoured with. who rick slaughters when he's off his shit and then covertly confesses how much he loves morty basically). this one really got me i think i cried because it's all so sad but um. full of love

that's my boy - this is the first of a series, i like that it's the start of.. the sexual abuse and they're still uncertain like i enjoy the in-betweens and when lines are crossed

love is a solitary thing - this one i love so much, it's about morty's fantasies and unrequited feelings for rick

safe - gen, morty starts talking with another morty whose rick rescues mortys from abusive ricks. i always really liked how the multiverse is like a prism? you can explore the different facets of their relationship and the possibilities and the extremes through it, you can have your characters meet their worst and their best versions, i just think selves from different dimensions are a great tool. in storytelling. and eliciting emotions. anyway rovingotter is fucking solid here

hands - a favorite.. the atmosphere... "He wonders if he'll still be sitting here in ten years, handing Rick his screwdrivers, feeling that hot instinctive rush of pleasure at knowing what Rick is going to ask from him before he even asks: bred for it."

the shape you made me - morty's stream of consciousness. i usually don't give stuff like this a chance but when i tell you that this affected me. because fuck it did affect me

the damage has been done - um..... internal cardiac massage fic 🥴

repurposed - "Is it ethical to leave the horrors of the universe at a boy's fingertips?"

and last but NOT least there's this series that i haven't read in full, just a little bit broken, that fucking killed me. tbh! i sobbed at some parts legitimately. maybe that's just on me i don't know maybe it isn't. the first 5 are crazy. admittedly alcoholism runs in my family too (lol!) and their relationship is so tragic.... this fic is about when rick quite literally stole the kid's dreams, concocted an entire plan to erode morty's love of heists and make him stop writing his heist movie script (and having any aspirations or plans outside of rick). when i watched that episode these are exactly the emotions i wanted more of.. it's madness......

#thanks for the ask 💞 sorry it took me ages haha #i haven't reread some of these in a while (or at all..) so if i find out they're bad i'll apologize later HXDGCY #ask

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girl-in-new-york · 9 months ago

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Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

• Scott McCall

• Stiles Stilinski

• Derek Hale

• Allison Argent

• Lydia Martin

• Liam Dunbar

• Malia Tate

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Newt (only mlm)

• Gally

• Minho

• Frypan

• Brenda

• Teresa

Bridgerton

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Eloise Bridgerton

• Daphne Bridgerton

• Simon Basset

• Colin Bridgerton

• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

• Saya Kuroki

• Marcus Lopez

• Willie Lewis

• Maria Salazar

• Billy Bennet

• Petra

Marvel

• Pietro Maximoff

• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

• Natasha Romanoff

Scream

• Billy Loomis

• Tatum Riley

• Stu Macher

• Sidney Prescott

• Ethan Landry

• Amber Freeman

• Wes Hicks

• Sam Carpenter

• Mindy Meeks

• Chad Meeks

• Tara Carpenter

Extra

• Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

• Mason Freeland (Thirteen— 2003)

• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

#rhydian morris x reader #rhydian morris #outerbanks rafe #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #tmr thomas #wolfblood #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle #the maze runner #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #new writers on tumblr #deadly class #marcus lopez #dead poets society x reader #jason todd x reader

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stillstuckin2000spunkrock · 2 years ago

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Masterlist Of Characters I’ll Write For (All male characters) Requests Open! 18+ MINORS DNI ~2024 Update~

~By now I’ve realized I’ve said I was coming back again like 12 times now, and there was no updates. Sorry guys💀😭. I just feel like I’m not as into anime anymore and my past imagines were just super cringey. I will be deleting my least popular posts and the ones I’m personally not proud of, so I apologize if any of my followers saved those😬. I will however be trying to get into creative writing once more, as I feel like I am able to write about more mature topics now and other things. My Masterlist of characters has changed, as some I don’t feel comfortable writing for and again I apologize. I won’t do heavy smut, nor certain topics of self harm as I don’t want to write for something I’m not entirely familiar with personally (nor do I want to compare my personal experiences with it to someone else’s as it’s different for everyone). I will however cover certain mental illnesses, but they will not be romanticized but rather comfort fics. As far as writing occasionally fics relating to a slight burp fetish (I hate that word🤧 it just sounds weird lmao) I probably won’t do too many of those requests as I’m trying to move away from that type of content. I also will be changing my accounts lay out, so if you see some changes dw it’s still me😅 Thank you, and I hope you guys will send me some great requests!💕~

HAIKYUU:

Iwaizumi Hajime

Kuroo Tetsuro

Tsukkishima Kei

ACE ATTORNEY:

Phoenix Wright (During the time period of the Justice For All saga)

Miles Edgeworth (During the time period of the Justice For All saga)

AVATAR (James Cameron’s)

Ao’nung

Jake Sully

FREE! IWATOBI SWIM CLUB:

Rin

Sousuke

AKIRA:

Kaneda

Yamagata

MARVEL:

Druig

LOTR & THE HOBBIT:

Legolas

Thranduil

KAIJU NO. 8:

Kafka Hibino

Iharu Furuhashi

Aoi Kaguragi

POKÉMON:

Raihan

Guzma

Gladion

Drayton

Kieran

TOKYO REVENGERS:

Ken Ryuguji

Takashi Mitsuya

Naoto Tachibana

Keisuke Baji

Atsushi Sendo

Takuya Yamamoto

RANDOM:

Felix (Once Upon A Time)

Riff (Westside Story)

Draco Malfoy (Hogwarts Timeline up until the Battle of Hogwarts)

Rooster/ Bradley Bradshaw (Top Gun Maverick)

Jake Seresin (Top Gun Maverick)

David Shreiner (Gross Anatomy)

Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

Coriolanus Snow (The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

Peter Hayes (Divergent Films)

Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

MAYBE SOME UPCOMING TWISTED WONDERLAND

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years ago

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andrew neiman smut with him and another drummer threatening to take his spot ?

Come and Take Them

Andrew Nieman x female reader

Word Count: 3407

Reader and Andrew are competing with one another to become the main core drummer for Fletcher's jazz band. One day they have an argument when no one else is in the room, and hate sex ensues.

Warning: 18+ Literal smut. dom/sub dynamics, Sir kink, over stem, squirting. degradation, hate sex, use of the word whore.

A/N: I think I got a little carried away...

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A month, that’s how long it had been since I joined Terence Fletcher’s jazz band at school. A month of subjection myself to unwarranted ridicule and harsh beratings all because I needed to prove I was the better drummer.

I have no conceivable idea as to how this competition started but it has been going on since I came to Shaffer Conservatory to learn. Andrew Nieman, whom I thought was a sweet, puppy-esk boy, turned out to be my arch nemesis.

We had both started off in a regular, first-year jazz band before Fletcher found each of us practicing one day by ourselves. I can still remember the look on Neiman’s face when he found me sitting at those drums when he walked into class. “This can’t be fucking happening.” He had muttered as he took the alternate seat beside me. From then on out our friendly competition turned into full out war and only one of us could win.

Setting at the drums as everyone packed and left the music room, I watched as they all filed out, going over the song in my head. So lost in thought, I had not realized that Andrew was still sitting beside me on his own stool.

Once everyone was out and the door was fully closed, he said, “You aren’t getting my spot you know.”

I swiveled around on the chair. “Your spot? I think you mean my spot. I am far better than you when it comes to drumming. It took you what? Two extra days to actually get the timing right on Caravan? Just admit it Nieman, you will never have the core spot, ever.”

“Fuck off, it’s mine.” I watched as he fisted his hands atop his legs, knuckles turning white.

“Wow, real mature,” I scoffed, turning back to the drum set to practice some more before going home.

You could feel the tension in the room, like a thick fog swirling around. The sound of my hitting the drums didn’t help either. Andrew stayed behind me, I could feel his unblinking angry stare. I stopped my playing to turn to him.

“Do you fucking mind?”

“Yeah, I do you’re on my drum set.”

“The hell it is, go find some practice room to play in, I'm sure you still need help on your time signatures.”

“Give me the sticks.” He demanded, holding out his hand.

“No.” I snatched them away.

“Give them to me, now.”

“Come and take them.” I challenged, ready to pop up from my stool in a heartbeat. We sat staring one another down, the build-up akin to one of those old western standoffs. Then, Andrew did something I wasn’t expecting, he raced forward, causing me to shift back, and kissed me.

His lips were soft in contrast to the harsh, wanting way he was kissing me. I was stunned for only a second before beginning to kiss him back. It was all tongue and teeth, hate and loathing, there was no romance or love in anything we were doing.

I swatted at his hands as he pulled me up from my seat. He paid me no mind as he planted one hand on my waist, fiddling with the band of my skirt, and the other up on my neck, his long fingers trailing into my hair. To my displeasure, a moan flew through my open mouth when he pulled away to start kissing and sucking down my neck.

“I fucking hate you.” I gasped when he gave my neck a hard bite. I hated myself more for liking it though, I could feel the heat pooling between my legs.

He moved away from my neck only slightly to say, “Hate you more.” Then we went straight back to littering my neck with marks.

As the room became hotter, I moved my hands from slightly hovering over his sides to desperately pulling at his pale blue button-up. He understood what I meant as he pulled away from me to throw it off, as well as his undershirt. I followed him, quickly pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere about the room.

We met back together, skin touching skin, teeth clacking with teeth. He was rough as he pulled me with him on the back wall, practically slamming me against it. I was caged there between his arms. It was then, that I got a brilliant idea. Although I did want to get off, I was not going to be the first to lose myself. I had to win in all things and hate sex was no exception.

I pulled away from him, smiling devilishly and we watched me slowly sink to my knees between him and the wall.

“What are you-”

“Shut up Nieman.” I interrupted, pulling the zipper of his pants down, exposing his hard cock hidden beneath his plaid boxer shorts. Reaching my hands up, I rubbed along the hardness, grasping it firmly when I came along the base.

“Fu-uck.” I heard him gasp above me. I smiled knowing I could for sure make him cum in no time at all.

Taking a deep breath in, I finally pulled his boxers down, shimming them to his ankles along with his pants. His cock stood at full attention, slapping against his bare stomach. The tip was a harsh red in comparison to his overall pale skin. Just a little below average in size but he made up for it in what I could only describe as a god-like girth and a slight curve to the right.

My hand came up to give him a few experimental tugs and as I did so, his hips immediately started to buck. “Someones needy.” I laughed, only to have him yank up on my hair, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“You have to be so fucking annoying all the time don’t you?”

“Only to you.” I rolled my eyes and smiled sweetly before going back to pumping his cock. I watched as a tiny bead of pre-cum started to show itself on the tip, my thumb swiped over it, dispersing the substance around his head, causing him to shudder.

Slowly, I brought my tongue to his base, the trimmed hair around his cock tickling my chin. I swiped up, following along one of the veins which protruded under his skin. I could feel him shudder above me.

I licked and licked like he were a sucker or a popsicle until I felt I had had enough. Then, without warning, I took him into my waiting mouth. Saliva pooled around him at his taste, musk, and salt. The weight of him on my tongue felt nice, especially as he twitched against it in reaction to my pressing it into that certain vein along the bottom

My hands rested on his thighs as I started to suck on him, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. I could tell he was trying to keep his noises to himself, not wanting me to hear how I made him feel, but I could hear every muffled moan and deep intake of breath, especially as I brought him deeper into my mouth.

When I started to hum in satisfaction as I brought him in and out, I felt him lean forward, bracing the hand that wasn’t holding my hair in a death grip, on the wall.

“Ahh, shit.” He breathed out through clenched teeth as I pulled him almost all the way out and started to just suckle on his head as I teased his balls with my fingers. “Fuck, stop, stop, stop.”

I didn’t listen, I just kept suckling, throwing in my other hand to pump his cock fast. He was close to cuming as I determined to make him. My plan was ruined though when he used his vice grip on my hair to pull me completely off of him.

“I told you to fucking stop.” He spits down at me, I just smiled innocently up at him.

“What? Were you about to cum?” I asked in a pouty tone, as though I were talking to a toddler.

My teasing didn’t last long as I was yanked up to my feet and turned around to face the wall. I felt one of his hands on the top of my back and the other griping at my hip as he pushed me over into the wall and pulled my hips closer to him. I tried to brace myself on the wall, but his two large hands took hold of them and placed them behind my back. The only thing now touching the wall was the side of my face.

“You are so fucking annoying. Coming in here, thinking you can take my place.” He was seething as he pulled my skirt up and over my ass, fingers splaying on the smooth skin of my hips.

“Me? Annoying? Hardly, you’re just upset that a girl can do your job better than you.” I pushed myself back into him hard, feeling his cock against my leg.

He didn’t reply, he only took hold of my panties and pushed them slowly down my legs. When they hit around my ankles, he leaned in close to my ear, “Kick them off and spread your legs like a good fucking whore.” He ended his demand with a sharp spank on my bare ass.

If it didn’t turn me on so much to hear him call me that, I would have protested, but some sick part of me deep within went absolutely feral. I couldn’t follow his demands fast enough, he was huffing impatiently by the time my panties were over my shoes and flicked somewhere behind me. In his aggravation, he kicked my legs apart, causing me to gasp at the sudden feel of cold air hitting my moistened folds.

His grip tightened on my forearms as he started to slide his cock through my folds, movie around my arousal. “You’re so wet. Desperate for my cock aren’t you?” When I didn’t answer and only bucked my hips back into his, he gave my ass another sharp spank. “Good whore’s answer when spoken to.”

I moaned at the degrading name and bit my lip. “Fuck,” I thought, “I can’t just give into him like this.” So instead of speaking, I just nodded, hoping that would be enough to please him.

“Answer with your words or are you so eager for my cock that you’ve gone dumb?” I felt as his free hand trailed lightly up my back, over my restrained arms, and into my hair. His grip was tight when he pulled me up and back into his chest. His soft lips were pressed to the shell of my ear, “Fucking answer me, whore.”

“Yes,” I cried, feeling defeated on the inside. It was okay though, he won this battle, but I would still win the war. “So desperate for your cock. Please give it to me, please.”

I felt him smirk against my ear, “Well since you asked so nicely, I guess I can.” He pushed me back into position against the wall and held me steady with his hand on my arms. I shuddered when he swiped his cock through my folds again, this time smoothing over my throbbing clit.

“Ahh-” I bucked forward, not expecting the feeling of him against my most sensitive place to be so toe-curling. He hadn’t even really touched me yet and I was already coming apart.

He paid me no mind as he slowly moved his hips back and then placed the head of his cock at my entrance. Taking his time, he circled my hole, chuckling a little as he saw me clenching around nothing, wanting, needing to be filled.

Only after pulling back and giving my pussy a slap with his hand did he decide to enter me. His girth stretched me out completely. As he pushed in, the most wonton noises were erupting from my throat. Never in my life had I taken someone so thick.

“Won’t fit,” I whined when it felt like I was starting to be split in half. I tried to move my hands, but his grip held firm.

“Yes,” He grunted. “It. Will.” He was determined to push his way inside and as I panted under him, I wondered when this would turn back into pleasure.

I let out a cry of pain and relief when he finally bottomed out, hips coming to rest against the skin of my ass. My legs shook as I tried to keep myself from falling. Andrew felt my legs faltering and wrapped his arm around my hips, helping to keep me up.

“Don’t move.” I moaned out, “Not yet.”

We stood there, connected, for a minute before I would let him slowly start to pump his hips back and forth. The sting from the stretch had dissipated substantially and the pleasure of feeling his cock rub against me, in and out, in and out, was almost like heaven.

“That's it, just like that,” I relaxed my arms in his hold and tried to find a comfortable position to lean my head against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Lust was oozing from his voice. “The way you clench down on me feels so good.” He had started to gain speed, steadily picking it up when I showed no signs of protest.

Tears prickled in my eyes as our movements began to push me into the wall more. I couldn’t complain, it felt really good.

“More,” I command, voice airy.

Andrew’s hips started to go faster and harder into me. He used his hand around my waist to pull me back into him, burying himself deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He felt so good, especially as he kept hitting a spot inside me that had my toes curling in my shoes. "Feels so good Andrew." My moans were deep and almost guttural as my body was overflowing with pleasure.

"Oh, so we're on a first name basis now?" He asked, not slowing his blistering pace. "I don't think whores are allowed to call their masters by their first name."

How he was speaking so casually as he fucked into my cunt, I had no clue. I couldn't think straight with how he was talking to me. Slowly but surely, the resolve I had at the beginning of the encounter, began to flow away, leaving me wanting more of him, needing more of him.

“I’m sorry,” I pleaded as I moved my hips back into his.

He took his hand away from my arms, freeing them at last, and moved his hand down to where he slapped my ass. “That didn’t feel genuine.”

My hands braced themselves on the wall, trying to grip onto anything, hoping it would give me relief. “Please, I’m sorry. Forgive me, Sir, please.” My body warmed at the humiliation of begging, calling him Sir, letting him see this unfamiliar subservient side of myself.

“That’s better.” The praise was quick and almost not loud enough for me to hear over the rushing sound in my ears.

It was what he did next that really thrust me into the white-hot fires of my own orgasm. The hand Andrew has placed securely around my waist, moved closer and closer down my stomach and to the apex of my thighs until finally, he was flicking his fingers roughly against my swollen clit.

The room we were in was not well soundproofed and if anyone was walking past, or hell, even several feet down the hall, they would be able to hear every pleasured scream I let out as I unwillingly came apart on his cock.

At the moment, all I could think about was how good it felt to finally let go of the building pressure in my abdomen, but in the back of my mind, I was scolding myself for being the first to cum, after I had promised myself I wouldn’t.

“That’s it, that's a good whore. Cumming on my cock like that, fuck.” He growled out. His hips were still moving as well as his hand against my clit. “Let’s see if you can give me another, hum?”

“No, no, please,” I gasped as I felt myself clenching around him harder this time. I was worn out already, another orgasm right now felt like it would kill me. Andrew paid no attention, he just kept pumping himself in and out. His hand on my clit alternated between fast circles and stinging slaps.

When he would hit the sensitive skin, my right leg would involuntarily lift up off the floor, trying to stop him from stimulating me further, but it didn’t work. I was exhausted and he was stronger than me.

“Sir, please.” I cried, the building pressure becoming too much.

“Cum you whore, cum for me.”

With no shame, I did as he said. I let go, let the warmth flow from me. One hand quickly moved from its place to try and stop his movements, but all I could do was barely touch him with my fingertips.

I cried out in relief when I felt his speed falter before he finally stopped moving, pumping load after load into me.

“Thank you, Sir.” I babbled out as he slowly pulled out, leaving me to clamp down around nothing and whimper at the loss. If it weren’t for his hands helping to lower me to the floor, I would have ended up on the ground face first.

He gently turned me to lay on my back as he sat on his knees between my legs. “You can’t really think we’re done here.” He chuckled, looking at my worn-out form.

I was breathing heavily and my body felt like it weighed more than three tons. I was completely gone, totally having been devoured by Andrew and my own dark desires to have him fuck me until I was dumb. His large hands smoothed over my thighs and spread them out wide before he leaned down and placed his hot mouth over my clit.

The feeling was too much, I was too sensitive, I tried to squirm away from him, but he was holdfast. His fingers dug into the plush skin of my thighs, keeping them from enclosing him. I was sure I would have two hand-sized bruises there for the next few days.

His tongue flicked and swirled over my clit, making me feel hazier and hazier. I was too tired to keep my eyes open, to watch him, so I closed them and as I did, I swear his ministrations became ten times what they had been. With every harsh suck or nip to clit, I could feel a rush of pleasurable pain rushing through my nerves.

My back began to arch off the floor as I felt a third orgasm quickly build. I gripped my hands into his hair as I cried out to him. “I’m gonna cum, shit, I-I-I’m gonna,”

This orgasm was the strongest of the three, my head flew back against the hardwood floor and I swear my life flashed before my eyes. I could feel my arousal shoot into Andrews's mouth and begin to trickle down my thighs and ass and onto the floor.

When I came back to reality, Andrew has scooted back and was wiping his face off with his undershirt. “Fuck, that was hot.”

Dazed, I just laid there, tired and completely wrecked. Thankfully, Andrew helped clean me up with his already ruined shirt before helping to pull my bra and shirt back on.

“Come on, you need to stand up.” He helped me to my feet, but when as soon as all my weighed settled onto my two very shaky legs, I almost immediately fell. “Shit, okay, I'll carry you out.”

“You can’t do that, I have no underwear on.” I swatted at his hands weakly when he tried to pick me up.

“You caught that?” He asked.

“You seriously think I wouldn’t notice you stuffed my panties in your back pocket?”

He sighed. “Well, they're mine now, just like how the place in the concert is mine.”

“You fucking wish, Nieman.” I yawned, leaning against his shoulder. Slowly but surely, he held me as we walked outside to the busy mid-day New York street.

“Next time,” I thought to myself, “Next time, I’ll make him cum three times. See how he likes it."

Miles Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @babyhoneystvles @xelizabethvalentinex @xxhejsanxx @luckyladycreator2 @milestomaverick @ellabellabus07

#Andrew Neiman #Andrew Nemin x reader #Andrew Neiman smut #smut #whiplash 2014 #miles teller x reader #miles teller #Miles teller smut

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thesandwichdaddy · 9 months ago

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Thinking of Andrew rn. NSFW Twitter Link!!

#andrew neiman #whiplash #andrew neiman x reader smut #andrew neiman x reader #twitter links

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thesandwichdaddy · 9 months ago

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Greeting/Masterlist

These are important and helpful I think.

My name is SandwichDaddy, but you can call me Nina for short (w rizz) You can really call me whatever, as long as I'm yours 🫦(i'll stop)

I always love feedback and maybe even writing ideas would be greatly appreciated. I'm always looking for more things to get into and I keep an open mind, so shoot! I promise I will do my best. I'd also be interested to make and recommend playlists 4 u!! I listen to music an unhealthy amount so you don't have to!

MASTERLIST:

Whiplash-

Whiplash-Alice/Andrew (smut.)

Drumsticks-Rebecca/Andrew (part one, part two.)

Meet the Williams-Rebecca/Andrew

Playlist- Andrew Neiman

Twitter link NSFW

PLAYLISTS

Rock/Dad Rock/Pop Rocks

#andrew neiman #whiplash #masterlist #playlist link #playlist

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oncasette · 3 years ago

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KELLERMAN’S—send me a trope and a character and i’ll write you a blurb

Sappy sex with Andrew Neiman 💕

nsfw!

“come on, honey. i know you can cum for me. want it so bad,” he hisses before his mouth is back on yours, licking into your mouth with the flat of his tongue as he interlaces your hands beside your head.

“i love you,” you say. he thrusts are slow, deliberate. continuously pressing so deep in you he’s stroking your g-spot at a pace you previously thought incapable for him. dragging his cock out of you until he was only inside by the head before punching his hips forward again to meet yours.

“love you so much,” his voice cracks as he says it and the sound almost brings you to tears. and orgasm, if you’re being honest.

he’s so close to you. so close, you’re breathing in his air, his scent, his everything. so close he’s all you can think about, all you can see.

“andrew,” you moan, sending his head falling into the crook of your neck.

“cum, please, sweetheart. know you want it, i can feel it,” he grunts into your skin, teeth grazing the thin skin of your pulse point.

he’s right, too. you’re so close. you can feel all the nerve endings in your body condensing as your head gets all fuzzy with the idea of cumming.

his cock twitches inside of you, forcing your hips to buck up and meet his thrust halfway. he’s got to be close, too, with the way he’s breathing. the soft grunts he’s letting slip out of his mouth.

“oh, fuck, i love you so much, baby,” he groans as his hips stall for a second, the heat of him spilling into the condom being just enough to send you spiraling down after him.

“more than your drums?” you ask softly. his confusion bubbles a giggle or two out of you that has you clamping down on his softening length.

“mmm, don’t say that, she can hear you,” he whispers after a while. “but, yes, baby. more than my drums.”

#andrew neiman x reader #andrew neiman #whiplash #miles teller #miles teller x reader #miles teller drabble #andrew neiman smut #miles teller smut #r’s 500!!

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oncasette · 3 years ago

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hi roma !! congrats on 500 <33! could i ask for a [THE DANCE STUDIO—send me two numbers (1-100) and a character and i’ll write you a song blurb based off my spotify ] for andrew neiman - numbers 16 and 24 pls! tysm:))

TRAINING WHEELS melanie martinez

nsfw!

you knew fucking your best friend was a mistake. probably the biggest one you could’ve made with the feelings you’d been harboring for him since you were seven.

knew it was an even bigger mistake when you kept letting it happen.

you could blame it on the heat of the moment the first time. blame it on the shots you’d taken and the history you’d had together. but by the seventh, you couldn’t blame it on your sobriety. no, you were in too deep, at this point. his fuck buddy that was disastrously and hopelessly in love with him.

“you’re fucking stupid, you know that,” he chuckles softly against the skin of your knee, pressing a barely there kiss against the freshly applied bandaid. “who falls up the stairs? concrete ones, too.”

“a lot of people, actually- oh-“ your tirade is cut short as his kisses trail higher beneath the skirt of your dress, as his tongue licks a stripe up the inside of your thigh.

“you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hot breath fanning across your cloth panties.

“thought you were done playing doctor, neiman. told me so yourself when we were five,” you said, though you didn’t fight him when his palms nudged your knees further apart.

“always gotta carry bandaids with me, anyway. might as well be your doctor.” his nose nudges your clit through the fabric.

god your brain is so empty, so fuzzy with need and want and how much you like him. and how much it’s killing you to only have him like this.

“want you, drew,” you gasp as he licks a stripe up your still clothed cunt.

“i know, baby,” he hums.

it’s better to have him like this than not have him at all.

#andrew neiman x reader #andrew neiman smut #andrew neiman #whiplash #miles teller #miles teller x reader #miles teller smut #r’s 500!!

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years ago

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Andrew nNeiman smut after a amazing performance high

(x reader )

Performance of a Lifetime

Andrew Neiman x female reader

Word Count: 1599

After an exciting performance, the reader knows just the way to tire her boyfriend out.

Warning: Literally smut. Minors DNI.

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I loved watching Andrew perform. It was one of the things that drew me to him, the dedication and skill he had. As he played, it was like he would become a totally different person. That was no different now as I watched him go song after song almost without stopping for the whole two hours of the show.

Sitting in the front row, I could see the exhaustion on his face and the sweat pouring off of him, dampening his hair and dress shirt. He always looked so enticing like that. All around me, the audience stood to their feet in applause, I followed, clapping my hands excitedly.

The curtains closed and I was immediately grabbing my purse and pushing my way through the crowd. Thankfully, being in the front row made it easier to get to the exit closest to stage right. In the hallway, musicians were standing around chatting about the concert they had just finished and what they may do afterward. I paid them no mind as I tried to find my boyfriend in the tiny hall.

Eventually, after looking into some of the empty back rooms, found him sitting alone in one of the practice rooms. It was so quiet, thanks to the sound-absorbing foam covering the walls.

“Hey baby,” I greeted as I let the door close softly behind me.

“Oh hey.” He turned around, giving me a lopsided smile.

“That was some pretty awesome drumming you did out there.” I walked further into the room. My hands reached out for his. He grabbed onto them and let me pull him up.

“Yeah? I can still feel that buzz, I’ve got some energy I need to play off.”

I could tell he was a little wound up as he tapped his fingers on my hands.

“Well,” I lowered my voice seductively, “You’re lucky I know a way to get you to come down from a performance high.”

“Oh yeah? And what's that?” He grinned.

I didn’t answer as I walked over to the door I had entered through and locked it. “Why don’t you come here and find out.”

He was on top of me in an instant, hands roaming from my upper arms to my sides and finally my ass, squeezing it firmly. My own hands clasped around his neck, pulling his face down to mine. The look in his eyes was more primal than anything.

“I want you, right here, right now.” I breathed, lips carefully bruising over his.

“God, I want you, too.” He groped at my thighs, pulling on them, letting me know I needed to jump. When I did, he helped wrap my legs around his waist before carrying me over to the small wooden desk in the corner of the room.

When he sat me down on the desk, I pulled him down to my level, finally attaching our lips together. He tasted like sweat and Carmex, two flavors that always tasted so good when kissing him. I moaned greedily into his open mouth when our tongues connected.

We were nothing short of a tornado of hands and clothes when we began to desperately undress each other. His jacket, shirt, and tie all landed somewhere behind us in the room, and the dress I was wearing was slipped from my shoulders and rolled down to my waist, leaving my breasts bare to him.

Andrew’s hands came up to roughly fondle my chest as I hastily unfastened his trousers and pushed them down his legs. With one last squeeze and a chaste kiss on my lips, He was pushing me to lay back on the desk. I went without opposition.

I hummed in anticipation as he ran his hands over the bottom of my dress and began to pull it up, exposing what lay beneath. He lifted my hips up gently so that he could remove my panties and then slowly put them back down, dropping the undergarment to the floor.

“You look so pretty like this.” He said in awe. “Always so pretty and pink.” His fingers brushed against my folds but never delved into them. My hips moved of their own accord, following his long fingers in hopes he would graze past my clit.

“Baby, I need you to hurry.” I pleaded, not one for patience.

I watched as he shook his head, before letting his fingers slip past my folds in into the warm wetness between them. My back arched as he inserted one long digit into my soaking cunt. He pumped his finger in and out slowly, taking his time, letting my body become used to the feeling of him, then a second finger was added.

A high-pitched whine flew past my lips when he pumped his fingers in and curled them up. He did this again and again until it was almost too much to bear. I was a mess, putty in his expert hands. Then, out of nowhere, his other hand landed itself upon my mound and his thumb started to circle my clit, all the while, his fingers inside of me started to pump faster and faster. These were the hands of a drummer, the hands of someone experienced with going different speeds and rhythms with his two hands.

The way his thumb circled my clit lazily and the juxtaposition of his other hands moving like his life depended on it had me cumming in a matter of seconds. The wet squelching sounds of my release filled the practice room.

“That's it, baby, let go.” he slowed his movements down a tiny bit, helping carry me through the orgasm.

Once I had calmed down, Andrew removed his fingers from within me and carefully sucked them clean, groaning as he did so.

“You know,” I started, pushing myself up on my elbows, “This was supposed for tiring you out, not the other way around.”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be exhausted here in a minute.” He chuckled, moving so that his hips rested between my legs.

I could feel his cock resting heavily against my skin. My arms became weak, no longer able to hold myself up, I laid back down against the cool wood of the desk. Shifting a bit, I made myself comfortable as he held onto his length, dragging it up and down through my soaking folds.

“You ready?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

“So ready.”

At my words, he pushed his way inside of me, filling me to the brim. The dull sting of Andrew’s cock stretching me out felt absolutely amazing. He started to rock his hips back and forth slowly, holding onto my thighs for leverage. My hands rose from my sides and moved along my body sensually before coming to rest on top of his hands.

“Faster,” I begged him. He obliged, pounding into me with a fervor he only possessed after a performance.

He left me gasping and gaping for more, on the edge of ecstasy. The fingers of my right hand moved from my thigh to massage my clit. Andrew’s grip on my thighs kept me from bucking my hips up in pleasure as he went faster, hitting a spot deep within me.

My toes curled and my fingers stopped swirling around my clit. A heat that had started in my stomach was now spreading throughout my body making my skin clammy to the touch. My cunt clenched around Andrew and I cried out in pleasurable pain when he gave a small slap to my clit.

“Keep going, god, keep going.” I could barely get the words out as he continued to fuck into me. I could feel myself titering over the edge, a few more thrusts, and I was a goner.

Andrew’s pace didn’t let up, his persistence and endurance from all those hours of drumming allowing him to keep a quick pace even in the wake of an emerging orgasm.

“I’m there, I’m there. Ahh, I’m gonna cum.” I practically scream into my hands. Back arching off the desk in pleasure and legs desperately trying to close to stop the feeling of overstimulation.

“Hold on baby, I’m almost- almost there,” Andrew grunted out, still pounding away like he wasn’t even close to being finished, although the harsh way he gripped onto my thighs told a different story.

My moans turned into grunts as I tried to keep up with him, whimpers leaving my lips every time my cunt spasmed around him involuntarily. Then, finally, with two hard thrusts, he came, exploding inside of me. His body collapsed on top of mine, and his breathing was heavy as were his eyelids when I looked at his face.

“See, I told you I’d be exhausted.” He said between breaths.

I said nothing, only placed my hands on his head, brushing his damp hair from his face. I placed several tender kisses on his temple, eyelids, and nose.

“We need to go home.” He yawned out but made no effort to actually move.

“Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”

“Okay.” he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, breathing finally returning to normal.

We held each other in the practice room for what felt like forever, definitely longer than we should have. When we were finally dressed and somewhat presentable, we exited the room, both sluggish in our movements. The halls were empty and music from another band was flowing through the air.

“Come on babe, let's head out.” I pulled on his hand, leading him to the back door and out into the cool, fall New York street.

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