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stellar-constellations · 2 months ago

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Andrew Graves Kinkmas

I'm sorry this is late, I literally didn't even think of doing a Kinkmas until Christmas Day! This served as great practice for my writing, although it's very amateurish since I've never wrote any smut/sex before. Hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 13,000 words

WARNINGS (or what this includes): Sex, sex, sex. Amateurish sex scenes. Threats of voyeurism. Overstimulation (male and female). Mirror sex. Pussy eating + blowjobs. Unprotected sex. Sex toys. Praise. Poorly disguised author fetishes (wish of marriage). Bondage. Small dirty talk. Food play. Cum eating.

Kinkmas one: Pussy Eating!

Andrew had you lying on the kitchen counter, making you lay on your back so he could easily keep your legs spread open.

“Andrew!” you mewled, squirming as he forced his arms under your thighs, locking them in place around his head. “Please!”

You weren’t sure exactly what you were pleading for; if it was for him to go faster for you to that sweet release, or for him to slow down so you could savor the moment.

“I know, baby.” Andrew hummed, his face messy and shiny under the kitchen’s lighting. “Gimme another minute.”

“You already said that!” you whined, your eyes darting to the oven clock, breathing heavily to the point you were panting, feeling rushed for your orgasm. “I need to leave for work soon!”

“Y’know I love me a woman in uniform...” Andrew teasingly smirked, glancing up from your thighs. "But I'm busy."

You looked down at him, frowning before your eyes looked back at the clock, another whine leaving your throat, more desperate than the last. “C’mon, Andrew! Please!”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Andrew hummed, kissing your thighs, before biting down. “I won’t make you late to work. Promise. I’ll drive you.”

That promise was a little better, but it didn’t exactly help your worries with the limited time you had before needing to clock in for work; and just thinking about trying to orgasm made you feel farther from it.

“Keep talking about work and I’ll get the muzzle for you…” Andrew muttered, removing his teeth from your thigh to lick at it, before moving his head and licking a straight line on your clit.

“Ah!” you gasped, surprised at the feeling of his hot tongue on you, a whimper leaving your lips.

“It’s that clock, eh?” Andrew questioned, speaking casually as if his tongue wasn’t swirling around your clit, causing your thighs to try and clamp up at the sensitivity—but he wouldn’t allow that. “C’mon, turn over.”

He put your legs off his shoulders, letting you get up off the counter. He took off his sweater, leaving himself shirtless as he bent you over the counter, covering your head with the sweater so you couldn’t see.

“Be good and spread ‘em.” He hummed, getting down on his knees and tapping your legs a few times.

He sat so that you were facing him and the wall, while his head resting on the cabinet, facing your body.

Your legs were on one side of Andrew, before you opened them and placed your other foot to his other hip, standing over him.

A squeal left your lips, surprised at the feeling of his tongue invading your pussy, circling around as he was nose-deep. His tongue scooped out your juices, greedily slurping it down before coming back for seconds, and thirds, and more that you couldn’t count.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your cheek against the cold counter as Andrew’s tongue rotated between scooping your pussy and sucking on your clit.

Andrew grabbed your ankle and threw one of your legs over his shoulder, his lips parting from your clit as he spit on his fingers. He allowed two fingers into your pussy at once, softly pumping them in and out for you to adjust.

“Ngh… Andrew…” You moaned, keening at the slow pumping, before it started speeding up, his long and slender fingers going knuckle-deep, before he started to curl them up to hit that precious spongy spot in you. “Andrew!”

His mouth went back to your clit, licking and sucking on it as his fingers curled and uncurled at a faster rate, causing you to whine and squirm.

His free hand that was resting on your hip went to your ass, before he gave it a warning slap, not too hard but still enough to make you jump.

“Grind.” He commanded, lolling out his tongue for you to use.

You didn’t hesitate to allow your hips to take over, grinding your pussy into his mouth and onto his nose, your legs close to buckling at the pleasure, both of your erotic zones being stimulated at once.

“Gonna cum!” you whined, your hips bucking as Andrew’s head gently hit the back of the cabinet; although he didn’t care as he continue to finger and lick you.

A cry left your lips as your legs shook, your hips stuttering as your stomach uncoiled, closing your eyes as scratching the counter as you came, orgasming on his tongue.

Andrew smiled, pleased as he removed his fingers from your pussy, licking them clean.

“Always so sweet…” he muttered happily before he hit your thigh, “C’mon. Again…”

Kinkmas two: Toys

Andrew’s cock had a nice curve that hit your G-spot every time you slammed your hips down onto it, before pulling yourself up, only to drop yourself back down.

“Fuuuck… Just like that, pretty…” Andrew groaned, his hands resting on your hips as he helped you bounce onto his cock.

Little pants and gasps came out from your mouth, out of breath as you worked your thighs overtime to please him.

Honestly, riding wasn’t your favorite. The stinging in your legs distracted you from the pleasure of his cock hitting your G-spot, but you didn’t want to disappoint him. So you kept bouncing.

Andrew knew something was wrong as he looked at the way your eyebrows furrowed together, closing your eyes as you tried to channel all your energy into this intense exercise. You were panting more than you were moaning,

“Hey.” Andrew spoke up, slapping your thigh. “Stop.”

You slowed your pace before stopping altogether, looking at him confused. You took the break to breathe, feeling your legs tremble as you saddled Andrew’s lap.

“S-something wrong? Am I not… d-doing it right?” you questioned, worried as you tried to catch your breath.

Andrew sat up from the mattress, before quickly pinning you down underneath him, giving you a stern glare.

“So this is what we’re gonna be resorting to, huh?” he sighed. “If you’re not enjoying it, tell me.”

“But I was!” you stammered, you felt your face burn up, embarrassed at being caught.

Andrew sighed, rolling his eyes before he leaned over the bed, opening a drawer from the nightstand.

“It doesn’t feel good if you don’t feel good. Making me feel like an asshole over here…” Andrew huffed, grabbing a rose vibrator, turning it on and holding it to your clit.

“Ah-ha! ‘M sorry!” you cried out, squirming at the sensation.

“Don’t apologize. Obviously you can’t use your words.” Andrew scoffed, grabbing his hard cock with his free hand and lining it up to your pussy. “I need to feel you cum around my cock. Then I’ll know if you’re sorry.”

Andrew smiled, gently pushing his cock into you, starting off with a few soft thrusts to get you warmed up before speeding his hips up.

“Sorry! ‘M sorry!” you mewled, your hands coming to his shoulders and holding them for dear life.

Andrew grabbed one of your legs and held it to his hip, causing you to hook it around him and sinking himself balls deep into you, a nasty plap! plap! echoing throughout the room as he sunk himself deeper into you, pulling out before thrusting his cock back into your pussy.

“I- Fuck!” you cried out, closing your eyes and moaning, your hands digging into his skin and raking down his arms, leaving fire trails in its wake.

Moans escaped your mouth and you were worried the neighbors would hear, but your thoughts immediately melted as Andrew raised the setting of the vibrator, a loud cry escaping your lips as your hips bucked up to chase the pleasure.

Andrew leaned down and peppered your neck with kisses, leaving small bites as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down and moaning into his ear.

Another minute of Andrew’s deep thrusts into your pussy and the vibrator toying with your clit, you came with a cry, your hips rocking against the vibrator to milk out your orgasm as you squeezed his cock.

A few moans escaped his mouth before he groaned, shoving his face into your neck to hide it, his hips slowing down to enjoy his orgasm.

You squirmed and whined as the vibrator still played with your bundle of nerves, overstimulating you before Andrew turned the vibe off, pulling it away from you.

“You feel good now?” Andrew muttered, catching his breath in the crook of your neck.

“Mm-hm.” You nodded, panting as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the afterglow, your brain feeling mush and no longer worrying about the ache in your legs.

“Good,” He muttered, kissing your neck’s pulse before removing his head from there. He smiled, his stilled hips starting to thrust again. “Let’s keep it that way.”

Kinkmas three: Grinding + French kisses

You walked through the door and noticed Andrew sitting on the couch, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, playing video games on the living room TV.

It was annoying to see him after your shift at work. He hadn’t bothered cleaning up, getting dinner started, or even getting up off the couch to greet you!

“Welcome home.” Andrew muttered, not sparing a glance to you as he button-smashed the controller in his hands.

You huffed, walking towards him and pushing his chest, knocking him back against the couch.

“Hey?” Andrew huffed, confused before his girlfriend sat down in his lap.

“Some men really got the audacity. Chivalry is dead.” You scoffed, pouting at him.

“Wait,” Andrew spoke through gritted teeth, desperate to win his match as he leaned his head to the side to look past you. “I just gotta—damn it!” Andrew hissed, a "game over" text on the living room screen, before he glared at his girlfriend. “Happy?”

“Very.” You smirked, glad to see you have his attention now. “You can pay attention to me now.”

“Only until the next match starts or a teammate revives me.” Andrew sighed, before a small smile came to his face.

He could never be mad with you if all you wanted was a little bit of affection. He reached his hand up and ruffled your hair teasingly, watching as a smile made way onto your face.

You leaned in, your plush lips connecting with Andrew’s. He reciprocated the act, his hand combing through your hair, brushing away all of your work-stress and drama.

You let out a protesting whine when he separated from you, mumbling something about his game starting, before you reached out and placed your hands on his cheeks.

A surprised sound escaped Andrew’s lips as your quickly crashed your lips right back onto his, tilting your head and attempting to deepen the kiss.

Andrew almost pulled away to complain about you getting in the way of his game, but a slow drag of your hips meeting his own quickly made him swallow his complaint; completely forgetting about his game when he had better things to worry about.

He felt your hips slowly working slow grinds onto his cock, and suddenly that game didn’t seem so important.

He opened his mouth for your tongue to glide through his lips. Your tongue pressed up against his, causing a delightful shiver to run down his spine.

You squirmed into a position more comfortable, scooting closer as you pressed your chest up against Andrew’s, your clothed pussy directly against his covered cock as your legs wrapped around his waist. Andrew’s hands went to your hips to help grind them into him more firmly.

A moan forced its way out of his throat, but it only got sucked up in yours as you started sucking on his tongue like it was your favorite hard candy.

“Mm… just like that…” Andrew groaned.

He took one of his hands off your hip and moved it to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you deeper into the kiss. His free hand resting on your hip, before it went to your pants.

His fingers traced your thigh, before moving up and latching onto the waistband, tugging down—before his hand was suddenly slapped away.

“Don’t.” You grumbled into his mouth.

“Mm… why?” he muttered, trying to pull his lips away from yours, but you wouldn’t have that as your hands went to his collar and kept your lips against his.

You kept kissing him, sucking on his tongue before finally parting. You bit his bottom lip teasingly, before pulling away.

“Because you haven’t done anything to earn it…” you answered. “Today was your day to cook, and you didn’t. Your day to clean too. It was your responsibility to get stuff done while I was at work.”

“I’m sorry. I forgot. I got too distracted playing video games…” Andrew muttered, feeling a slight sting in his lips from where you bit him, the spit-glossed area swelling up.

“So you don’t get to fuck me.” You spoke.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Andrew spoke, furrowing his eyebrows and gritting his teeth, desperate to feel you.

“If you’re sorry you’ll listen to me.” You muttered, your pussy grinding onto his cock. “You need to cum first before I even think of letting you fuck me.”

“God… you’re evil.” Andrew gasped, feeling your hips speed up.

He threw his head back against the couch cushioning and let out a throaty groan, both hands going to your hips and gripping them tighter.

You leaned down and kissed his neck, biting down on some areas and sucking to leave love bites. His hands helped grind your pussy onto his cock, his cock head leaking with pre-cum that stained his boxers.

His own hips stuttered, before he started to thrust up into you, his hard cock grinding against your clit in a way that made you gasp and disconnect your teeth from his neck.

Andrew pulled you in for a kiss, pinching your hip and causing you to yelp, allowing him to finally dominate your mouth now with his tongue.

As his tongue played with yours, Andrew could feel your pussy toying with his cock. He could taste his release, and it was like he could feel your empty pussy squeezing your walls, desperate for him to be inside you.

“Fuck…” Andrew muttered, his thrusts quickening, albeit becoming sloppy. “G-gonna…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as he groaned, his head hitting the couch as his hips shook, thrusting against his will as he chased his orgasm. His eyes closed tightly, as if trying to escape the intensity of his orgasm. His cum spoiled his boxers, a wet stain appearing on his pants as he panted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Andrew groaned, coming down from his high, his hips letting out a weak thrust up every now and then on reflex. “G-give me a second… then I’ll fuck ya, baby.”

“Oh?” you grinned, tilting your head to the side. “When did I say I was gonna let you fuck me? I’m still not convinced you’re sorry yet.” You purred, your hips speeding back up to a painful pace.

“A-aha! Fuck!” Andrew hissed, his eyes shooting open and grabbing your hips to try and stop them. “(Y/N)!”

It felt like a spiking pain in his now-empty balls, but it was mixed with the pleasure of his cock being stimulated again, a sensation that made his head spin and mouth drool.

“Cum again, Andrew. Make me convinced you’re sorry.” You hummed, kissing the pulse on his neck.

Kinkmas four: Phone masturbation + small dirty talk

Andrew had been visiting his parents’ house after not seeing them since his early college years. He decided to go alone this year since he was only going to be staying there for a weekend, but it was a weekend too long as you tossed and turned in your shared bed.

You finally accepted that you couldn’t sleep. With a groan, you reached over and turned on the lamp by your bed, illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow.

You stared at the ceiling, frustrated before eventually just grabbing your phone, unlocking it and searching through your gallery for a picture of Andrew.

You had an album dedicated to him. Pictures of just mundane things like grocery shopping, running errands, eating food; you liked seeing how handsome he was just by simply existing.

You were head over heels for that man.

You clicked on a picture you took of him finally getting his hair cut. It was just a slight trim, and right after they left the salon he immediately ran his fingers through his hair and messed up all the stylist’s work at trying to keep it out of his face.

You liked the photo because of his sly smile from ruining the look, but also because it was him being comfortable with how he normally looked, just being himself.

You thought about all the hugs and kisses you’d demand from Andrew when he finally returns home. Contemplating just how many hours of cuddles he owes you for abandoning you (for 2 days).

You thought about how many hours he owes you in bed, making it up to you and your pussy.

Damn it, now you were thinking of something else.

You groaned, brightening the image despite how it hurt your eyes in the low lighting of the room, wanting to see as much of him as you could.

Your hands trailed to your panties, toying with your clit over the thin material before going to your slit. You nudged the cloth away and stuck two fingers into your pussy, not bothering in trying to re-enact Andrew’s cock thrusting into you, simply just trying to get a quick quickie in as you curled your fingers up.

It didn’t do anything. Your fingers were barely even long enough to graze your G-spot, let alone even fill you up as well as Andrew’s fingers did.

You resorted to plan B.

You reached into the bottom of your nightstand and pulled out a dildo. It was a silicone replica of Andrew’s cock that you and him made together on their three-year anniversary.

You grabbed some strawberry lube and lathered it on your palm, rubbing it up and down the cold silicone replica. You wished it was Andrew’s cock, longing for the warmth in your palm, the feeling of his pulse throbbing between your fingers as you'd jerk him closer and closer to release, his tip turning a pretty red before shooting white blanks.

Once you were satisfied with the lube dripping down the purple silicone, you had the tip play with your hole, imagining it was Andrew rubbing his cock up and down your slit, putting his tip in before chuckling and removing it, leaving you wanting more.

Luckily, you could decide your own pace as you inserted the full length into your pussy, shuddering at the cold silicone. It was nowhere near warm as Andrew’s was, but you couldn’t be picky with him gone.

You closed your eyes, imagining Andrew’s voice ringing through your ears as you moved the dildo in and out, trying to match that same pace Andrew would go.

Your phone rang, ruining the fantasy as you opened your eyes with a frustrated groan. You looked over at the small device resting on your nightstand, before realizing it was Andrew’s contact.

You immediately stopped what you were doing, before getting an idea. You answered the phone, moving the dildo slowly in and out of yourself, almost moaning at just the sound of his voice.

“Hey, baby.” Andrew hummed, a hint of sleep on his voice as he spoke. “What are you doing still up? You know it’s like midnight where you are right now?”

“I can’t sleep without you.” You muttered, breathless as you held yourself back from speeding up the dildo’s pace so you wouldn’t get caught.

“I know… I miss you.” Andrew sighed, his deep raspy voice playing out in your ears.

You put the phone on speaker so you could place it down on your pillow, leaning back and closing your eyes as the dildo bottomed out, before your wrist pulled it back only to slowly have it fill you up again.

“I miss you too…” You whimpered on accident.

“You okay?” Andrew questioned—you could practically just see the smile on his face.

“I just want you to come home soon…” you spoke, your body shivering as you felt a slight pang of guilt for using his voice to get yourself off.

“Yeah?” he hummed. “I can’t wait to come back home. It’s real boring over here, talking about mundane stuff like ‘how’s work?’ or ‘when are you gonna get married?’” Andrew spoke, chuckling. “But you’d like that? Wouldn’t you?”

You quickly nodded, a low giggle escaping your lips as you smiled. “O-of course I’d like that…” you breathed out. “B-been waiting… for that.” You muttered.

“Yeah? A nice ring for you? I can watch as that ring sparkles while you’re shoving your fingers in your pussy.”

You quickly stopped the dildo’s movements, shocked.

“Or maybe see your hand wrapped around my cock pumping it. But I always do like holding your hands while I fuck you.” Andrew purred.

You sat up, confused. You looked around the room for a second, wondering if Andrew was here or if you were just hearing things.

“W-what?” you questioned, your voice a bit unsteady.

“I could hear your pussy crying for me. Sounds like you’re using that dildo; your fingers are always sloppy and out of rhythm…” Andrew smiled.

“I-I…” you stammered, your face flush as you were embarrassed from being caught. “I’m sorry.”

“You can make it up to me by continuing.” Andrew hummed.

“But—“

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby. It’s not like I can see you.” Andrew chuckled, surely a smug smirk on his face. “C’mon, now. All you gotta do is fuck yourself for me… Surely you can at least do that?”

It sounded like he was mocking or even possibly degrading you, but knowing he wanted you too—wanted to hear your cries and moans—really made you excited.

“Mmm…” you breathed out, re-inserting the dildo back into your hole. “O-okay…”

“Put her on the phone.” Andrew demanded, her being your pussy.

You listened, leaning back on your pillow and placing the phone right next to your hip, slowly pushing the dildo in and out.

“Fuck yourself faster; I wanna hear her.” Andrew spoke.

You whined, closing your eyes to focus on his voice, listening to Andrew’s voice.

There was a spitting sound on the other line, before a plap! sound, a low moan from Andrew. You didn’t even know when Andrew had begun pleasing himself, but all you could hear were the wet squelches of lotion he used as he fucked his own fist to the rhythm of your pussy crying out around the dildo.

“Doesn’t feel as good as your cock, Andrew…” You whimpered, panting, feeling an orgasm building up the more you were exposed to Andrew’s low moans and deep groans.

“Oh. I know, baby.” Andrew chuckled, almost cockily as he talked you through it. “Just keep going, baby. You’ll have my cock tomorrow when I come home…” Andrew mumbled, moving his hand up and down his shaft. “Keep fucking yourself for me.”

You let out a shaky breath, a twitch in your thigh as you bit your lip, desperate to keep quiet so the neighbors couldn’t hear.

“Let me hear your pretty moans, baby. I need to at least hear you to get off…” Andrew spoke, his voice airy. “I need a part of you to come, baby.”

“Andrew…” you whimpered, shivering as you started taking shorter breaths, your chest feeling heavier and heavier.

“Good girl… Fuck yourself faster for me.” Andrew purred, wanting to give you some positive reinforcement for the noise.

“Fuck… Andrew. I-I think I’m gonna come…” you panted, your other hand coming to your clit and rubbing quick circles as you sloppily moved the dildo in and out of you.

“Y-you just do what you need to do to make you come, baby.” Andrew spoke, letting out a breathless sigh, his stutter giving away that he was close too.

“I-I'm coming!” you gasped.

Your thighs twitching as your fingers grew sloppy on your clit. Your pussy clenched around the dildo, weeping as it didn’t have Andrew’s cum to milk.

Your thighs and back were drenched in sweat, the feeling uncomfortable as you spread your legs, feeling them unstick from the bedsheets. Some strands of hair covered your face—some even in your mouth as you just realized, your slick-covered hand moving the hair away.

“Andrew…” you whimpered, listening to Andrew’s voice, pressing your ear against the phone just to better hear any little noise he made.

“F-fuck! Fuck! (Y/N)!” Andrew hissed, his voice sounding muffled on the other line.

The hem of his shirt was being held in his mouth to silence his moans. He groaned as his cock spurted white globs, dirtying his hand and stomach.

You could almost cry at the loss, wishing you were there to lap up his cum with your mouth—even better, if you were there, it would’ve never left your pussy.

“Hah… ah…” Andrew panted, catching his breath as he closed his eyes, working his way through the aftershocks of his release.

Andrew opened his eyes and looked at his hand, letting out a sigh at the mess before getting an idea.

“(Y/N), baby. You still with me?” he hummed.

“Mm… yeah?” You nodded, listening intently to whatever he had to say.

“Turn on FaceTime for me.”

Kinkmas five: Sex in the Snow

You didn't know that challenging Andrew to an innocent snowball fight would end up with him balls deep into your pussy outside.

All you wanted was to go outside and play with your dear boyfriend after seeing on the news it would snow. You even set an alarm to wake up early so all the snow wouldn't melt! You begged and begged your boyfriend to get up out of your shared bed—which was a pretty hefty feat considering he usually woke up at 2 PM.

All dressed up in your shirt, jacket, and pants (very underdressed for 10 degrees outside, but you knew that), you were able to drag your boyfriend out into the snow. All it took was a few snowballs to the face to wake him up and get him irritated enough to start chasing you with a mega snowball he composed, large enough to be the head of a snowman.

You let out a thrilled shriek, running away from him; but you should know by now that you can never outrun your boyfriend, he is bigger and stronger than you after all!

He managed to catch up with you, knocking you to the ground by throwing the colossal snowball at your back. Tumbling down in the snow, it cushioned your fall as you laughed.

"Andrew!" you giggled, your cheeks hurting from the cold air nipping at your exposed skin. "It's cold!"

Andrew looked down at you with a smile. He crouched down to roll you over on your back, his long legs in between yours. He couldn't help but admire that bright smile on your face, rivaling the early sun reflecting off the snow. Your now messy and wet hair stuck to your face, mini icicles forming on your eyelashes, but you looked nothing short from an ice goddess.

He couldn't help but pressed his gloved hands onto your cold cheeks, leaning in and kissing your frozen lips with his.

Your eyes widened, surprised at the sudden affection, but you were always a sucker for him as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his kiss. You enjoyed his warm breath mingling with yours to fight the cold air surrounding you both. You enjoyed his lips pressed against yours in a delightful bliss. You enjoyed his tongue sliding into your mouth with a murmured excuse of "Let me warm ya up."

His tongue diligently and effortlessly explored your mouth, your face heating up at the close proximity of his as his tongue just went deeper down your throat. You let out a small whine, remembering you were both still in public as you tried to pull away. Your lips only part for a second before Andrew's gloved hand went to the back of your head, his lips reattached to yours, pushing you back in the snow but with Andrew's hand protecting your scalp from the cold. His tongue re-entered your mouth, swirling around your own hot muscle before sucking on it.

His mouth parted from yours, kissing down your jaw before going to your exposed neck. He left hot kisses as his hands unzipped your jacket, grabbing the hem of your shirt.

"Andrew!" you gasped, feeling the cold invade your skin as he lifted the shirt above your stomach. "We're in public!"

"So? Nobody's around..." he muttered.

It's not like your boyfriend would ever allow anyone else to sneak a peek at you. Whenever you wore a skirt in public and dropped your lipgloss tube, he always made sure to stand behind you to block any perv from looking up your skirt (and steal the view for himself). Besides, Andrew would go to the point of murder to keep you safe, no doubt about it.

"You didn't give me my morning quickie today so you could run outside and play. Let me have this." He muttered.

He pressed a quick peck to your lips before your shirt went over your chest. In your haste to come outside, you didn't bother wearing a bra, a factor Andrew took to his advantage as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking on it as if he was expecting milk to dribble out. His hand kneaded and tweaked at your other nipple, feeling it harden due to the harsh winter breeze.

Your breath came out in icy smoke as you moaned, squirming underneath your lover as you were pinned to the ground.

You figured he wanted to be quick so nobody in the park could walk by and see. As his mouth switched to your other nipple, his free hand that wasn't playing with your nipple was buckling his pants and pulling down his boxers enough to reveal his swollen cock.

"Fuck, that's cold!" Andrew shivered, a violent spike of ice rushing up his back as he visibly shook.

You let out a giggle, deciding it would be the perfect opportunity to tease him.

"The cold won't bother you and little Andy's performance, right?" you smirked, remembering reading online that male genitalia shrunk in the cold.

"Little?" Andrew questioned, visibly annoyed at your smartass comment.

His hands went to pull down your pants and panties, not bothering to unbutton them as he opted to simply tug them down like an animal in his haste.

"I'll show you little..." he muttered, whether to you or himself, you don't know. "I just need to get warmed up is all; and what better way is there other than your warm cunt?"

He ripped his glove off his hand with his grabbed some snow and pressed it onto your pussy, causing you to violently squirm under him and yelp.

"Andrew! What was that for?" you whined as the snow melted into cold water on your throbbing clit.

"Positive punishment." Andrew smirked.

"Water does not work like lube!" you whimpered, feeling his warm hands rub the cold water up and down your slit.

"Cry about it." Andrew shrugged, a smirk on his face as he grabbed a glob of fresh snow, before sticking it and two of his fingers into your pussy.

Another surprised cry left your lips, squirming at the weird sensation. The feeling of Andrew's warm hands mixed with the snow melting in your hot cunt almost made you cry, giving you a mental whiplash with your thermoreceptor trying to decipher if it was hot or cold... but it felt oddly good as his fingers kept fucking in and out of your pussy quickly.

He had enough of teasing you, wanting to make this quick as you both were still out in the open. His slick-covered hand went to his cock, giving it a few pumps and shivering at the cold around him, before sticking it into your cunt.

"Ohhh..." he let out a relaxed groan, closing his eyes. "Fuck, your pussy feels so warm."

You couldn't respond back as he started to thrust in and out of you, already starting at a faster than normal pace. Quick ah, ah, ah's left your lips along with moans as your eyes squirmed shut, your head falling back on the gloved hand Andrew was still using to help protect your scalp from the cold.

His balls slapped against your clit, eliciting sharp gasps and whines from you, his dick rubbing your tight inner walls and hitting that sweet spot just right to have you seeing a color whiter than snow.

Every now and then, his lips would sloppy kiss yours, before his head retreated into the crook of your neck, his warm breath heating the skin there as your back continuously rubbed against the snow. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders and brought him in close, hugging him to protect you from the cold (and have his cock bury deeper into your wet pussy).

You're surprised that there isn't a hole in the snow from how heated he was roughly fucking you into the snow. It felt like utter bliss having his hips thrust into yours as deep as he could go, not being able to separate from you for more than a second as he quickly sought back out for your warmth.

Andrew's free hand kissed your clit, his fingers now cold after their prolonged exposure out in the snow as he rubbed quick circles around your clit to make you come. You couldn't help but come quickly after a few more thrusts, feeling Andrew rotating between kissing and groaning into your neck before his hips stuttered, pouring out all of his cum into your warm and awaiting pussy.

You both stopped to take some breaths, calming down after your climax. Now that you were done passionately dirtily making love, the freezing cold truly set in.

"Shit... Let's go inside now." Andrew groaned.

You had no complaints, not after being fucked so good. Your legs felt too wobbly to try running around in the snow again, so you let him pull out of you, watching his cum fall into the snow and camouflage with it.

Andrew pulled back up your pants and re-buttoned his. He helped you off the ground and picked you up like the gentleman he is.

"Hey, look." Andrew spoke. "We made a snow angel." He snickered dirtily, bringing your attention to the holes in the snow your bodies made while Andrew was warming your insides with his cock.

Maybe not so much of a gentleman...

Kinkmas six: Sex in a fitting room

Christmas was coming up, and that meant shopping for presents. It’s hard to try and come up with gifts as you get older.

Usually you’d buy a nice smelling candle for someone and call it a day, but you’re old enough to where candles don’t work as presents anymore. Your extended family has little ones now, and you can’t trust those kids with not eating cookie scented wax.

At least Andrew was there to keep you company, but he wasn’t no better when it came to Christmas presents, usually buying mugs that said things such as “best mom, best dad, best sister, best brother in law,” those cliche 15 buck mugs.

You two weren’t really the best shoppers, huh?

It’s how you found yourself at the mall, trying to find gifts for the kids that were actually worth it. A kid won’t care about a damn mug, and they especially cannot play with fire while trying to light a candle. The best option is clothes; helps with the parents bank account and doesn’t drive them insane with the noise.

Sure, the kid might not care too much, but they’re three, there’s not too much they like other than cartoons and sweets.

“Hm. Andrew, what do you think?” you questioned, holding up a black and red flanneled dress.

It was pretty cute for the kid. It’s nice colors, soft quality (you made sure, thanks to your sensitive skin and fabric tastes), and it doesn’t have cringy words like "Daddy’s girl" or a weird hole in the back showing the kids skin.

Seriously, what’s with these stores and their adult choices for kids? Mini bikinis for a three year old? Either the clothing companies are ran by pedophiles or “independent moms who want their kids to express their interests.” They’re three Susan, they’re in their dinosaur phase and will secretly never grow out of it. Get real.

“Better than what most of these are…” Andrew sighed. “I mean, seriously. I get the stereotype that girls wear pink, but this is too much. It feels like I’m in a Barbie store.” Andrew grimaced.

“And now you see why I steal your clothes.” You hummed, ignoring the small (yet playful) glare Andrew sent your way.

“I should steal your clothes.” Andrew huffed.

“You can’t fit in a bra.” You smirked. “But feel free to try the panties.”

“You’re gross.” Andrew grimaced, annoyed. “Don’t say that when we’re in a kids clothes section shopping for Ashley’s kids…”

“Good point.” You hummed, realizing how it sounded.

You grabbed a pair of black leggings and threw it into the small basket you were holding. It’s always good to have a kid wear leggings under their dress, especially because they’re in the phase to pull it up any chance they get (kids just do that cause they’re bored or they’re playing with the fabric).

“Alright… we got the clothes.” You spoke. “Should we get a toy too? The clothes can be a gift for the parents, and the toy can be a gift for the kid?”

You turned to look back at Andrew, but he wasn’t there.

“Andrew?” you questioned, confused as you looked around.

Damn it, did you wander too far again? You had a bad habit of getting distracted and wandering away from Andrew. It always makes him worried when he doesn’t know where you are.

Wait, you’ve still been in the same damn aisle this whole time. Andrew was the one that ran off this time.

“This is his blood niece, not mine.” You grumbled, annoyed.

You walked around the store, before finding Andrew at the woman’s lingerie.

If you didn’t know who he was, you’d assume the dude was checking out the girls in the panty photos, but you recognize that dark and moody man as your boyfriend.

“Did you take me seriously on wearing panties?” you smirked, reuniting with him.

Andrew sent a quick glare at you, muttering for you to “shut up.”

He had some things bunched up in his hands, immediately hiding them behind his back when you tried to peek.

“Hey…” You frowned, trying to peek behind him. “What’s yours is mine. Let me see!”

“It’s not mine yet, I haven’t bought it!” Andrew retorted, guarding the fabrics with his life.

“Show me your fetish!” you spoke stubbornly.

“I told you I’m not interested in your perverse male crossdressing of me!” Andrew hissed, quickly drawing his boundaries on the matter.

“I’m gonna marry you one day; let me see your secrets!” you started to whine, your curiosity eating you alive now.

You’ve never tried lingerie with Andrew before. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures, he doesn’t need lewd clothing to be enticed by you; your Sunday morning clothes are enough to get him going.

“Just wait. I could be shopping for your Christmas presents.” Andrew huffed.

“More like your Christmas presents.” You frowned.

“Just c’mere.” Andrew sighed, giving in as he grabbed your hip.

He guided you to the back where the dressing rooms were, not bothering to wait for an employee to give them a room as he dragged you into a fitting room.

“Strip.” He spoke.

“Right now?” you sighed, annoyed.

“Yes. Let me see how you look in this one.” Andrew pulled one of the pieces of attire from behind his back, revealing a pretty maroon brown shade, a hint of purple in the mix.

“Okay…” you muttered, hesitantly looking at him before giving into his request and removing your clothes.

Andrew smirked, sitting down on the fitting room’s bench and enjoying the show of your bare skin, a perverse glint in his eyes as he held no shame in eyeing you up like meat. It would make you feel self-conscious if you weren’t aware of how bad he wanted you (which, judging by the small twitch in his cock, he definitely did).

You put on the set of lingerie. It was a teddy bodysuit lingerie, the G-string tight (and let’s be honest, annoying) between your buttocks. You sent a glare to Andrew, pouting.

“Are you mocking me with this?” you frowned.

“No, baby.” He chuckled, grabbing your hips and sitting you down onto his thigh. “Just admiring you and your body.” He smirked.

He grabbed the small G-string and pulling it, before letting it go and hitting you. You’re lucky it’s satin fabric, otherwise it probably would’ve hurt.

At least it’s not lace, that’s really uncomfortable.

“Eh, it’s okay. But definitely not what I was expecting.” Andrew hummed.

“Are you saying I look bad in it?” you questioned.

“I’m saying it looks bad on you. It doesn’t flatter you. A disgrace the designer made.” Andrew spoke, grabbing the small string sleeve on your shoulder and sliding it off. “Now, take it off. I think I have something better for you.”

What a smooth talker… blaming the lingerie for making you look bad, not you looking bad in the lingerie. Obviously, he has experience with not accidentally upsetting you with his wrongly phrased words.

You allowed him to strip the clothing off you, your buttocks thankful as it didn’t have something wedged between its cheeks—well, until Andrew’s hard on instead took its place, his pants straining against you.

“I can feel you.” You spoke, looking back at him.

“Thanks.” Andrew smiled, proud of his size.

You rolled your eyes, a poorly hidden smile breaking out on your lips just as he grabbed another piece.

This one was an emerald green, an obvious comparison to his eyes; predictable and cheesy, he was.

The lingerie was another teddy, lace exterior with soft cotton on the inside. It hugged your hips and torso, pushing up your breasts. The sleeves were once again string, but at least it wasn’t giving you a wedgie as it was cheeky panties instead.

There were garter belts that hugged your thighs tightly, your muffin tops pouring out of the tight fabric like risen dough fresh from the oven.

Andrew sat you back onto his thigh, your legs straddling his lean yet toned thigh. One of his hands went to your thigh, unapologetically squeezing the soft flesh like a stimming toy, while his other hand came up to your hair.

“I wish you wore your hair bow today…” he sighed. “It’d match this so well…” he muttered, resting his chin on your shoulder.

His head dipped down to your neck, pressing soft kisses, before he started to bounce his leg.

A soft gasp escaped your mouth, zipping your lips as you felt your clit vibrate against his thigh. His foot tapped the ground, your breasts bouncing up and down from the movement as his hands moved to your chest, squeezing what he can hold. His hands kept you from falling off his leg as he started to speed up, small whines and moans pouring out of your lips.

“A-Andrew, we shouldn’t. I’m dirtying the lingerie…” you whimpered, but you couldn’t help looking down at his leg between your thighs, watching as your clothed crotch rubbed against his grey pants.

“I like it on you. I’m buying it.” He spoke.

“How much is it?” you questioned, tilting your head back to look at his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it.” He hummed, one of his hands moving from your chest to grab your chin, forcing your head to look back at the wall.

His hand moved from your chin down to your neck, a gentle squeeze that caused a whine to escape your lips. A grin painted its way onto his face as he tightened his grip just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, his mouth coming down to your collarbone to bite on it.

“So pretty…” he muttered, smiling as his canines dug into your soft skin.

“Ow…” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes closed.

He combated your pain by bouncing his leg harder, pressed his heel on the ground and rotating his ankle so his whole leg would move in circles, creating circles onto your clit that caused an “Ah!” to leave your lips.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, your eyes dizzy as his leg toyed with your little bundle of nerves, your clit throbbing as it wiggled under the friction. You could feel his hips thrusting up, his cock pressing against your ass, low pants tumbling out of his lips as he huffed and puffed against your neck.

The hands on your breasts moved to your nipples, gently pinching and squeezing at them, causing you to squeeze and arch your back into his cock, whining at the added stimulation.

Your moans started to raise in volume, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation as a coil in your stomach was about to snap.

Only for Andrew’s hands to go to your hips, lifting you up off him.

“W-wha? An…Andrew?” you panted, breathing heavily as you turned your head back to him, confused.

Your nipples felt sore from his teasing and your legs were shaking, your clit throbbing with pain from your denied orgasm.

“Well? There’s still one more piece.” Andrew spoke, an airy tone in his voice signaling he was enjoying earlier just as much, having your ass grind down into his dick. “Come on. Try it.”

He pulled a white lingerie hiding behind him, cheekily smiling as he showed you it.

It was white babydoll lingerie, lace on the exterior and (once more) cotton on the interior. At least Andrew wanted you comfortable, you noted as you shivered at the feeling of removing the soaked emerald lingerie off you, exposing yourself to the cold.

The new lingerie had a translucent, babydoll skirt that hung over the cheeky, crotchless panties, leaving your arousal exposed and dripping down your legs as your put it on. It had over-the-shoulder translucent sleeves, and a classic push up bra built in, along with white garter belts to match.

It felt like lingerie you would wear on your wedding night, the white symbolizing your purity you were going to get rid of to your husband.

“I take it back. You should’ve definitely wore your hair bow with this one.” Andrew smiled, admiring you like you were his newly wedded bride.

Andrew stood up from the bench, picking it up and moving it to the door, that was he was sitting right in front of the fitting room’s mirror. He grabbed your waist and he guided you to the position he wanted. You were sitting down between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

Andrew’s legs wrapped around yours, his ankles holding yours hostage as he spread your legs open and forced them to stay open using his own. One of his hands grabbed your chin again and tilted your head to the side, the other hand moving down to the hole in your lingerie.

His index finger slid up and down your slit with ease thanks to your arousal lubricating the area. His middle and ring finger nudged at your entrance, before sliding right in.

A slow moan escaped your lips, before it grew in volume as his fingers wasted no time getting to the good part, curling up to hit that patchy spot in your pussy that made your clit scream.

His fingers mercilessly abused your G-spot, all while he gently kissed up and down your neck, mumbling praises about “how good you take him” and “how pretty you were trying to keep quiet.”

His fingers pounded that spot inside you, your head falling back to his chest as your shoulders shook and heaved, taking every ounce of your body to keep quiet, begging that nobody nearby could hear your loud pants or the soft, dirty squelching coming from your pussy as it gripped onto Andrew’s fingers desperately.

Andrew removed his fingers from your pussy, taking them to his mouth to have a taste. He plopped them onto his tongue, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on your taste like it was a lollipop.

“I can never get over how good you taste…” he muttered, popping his fingers out his mouth, licking his lips to savor the taste. “When we get home I want you riding my face.”

He slapped your thigh, prompting you to jump up from your seat. Andrew stood up with you, the sound of his belt being undone as he took his cock out from his boxers.

His hand grabbed yours, eloping behind you and pressing your hand against the wall, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. It was embarrassing, seeing your messy hair and the hickeys and bite marks Andrew left on your neck and collarbone; but it was arousing seeing Andrew’s eyes focused on yours through the mirror, not bothering to watch as he slid his leaking mushroom tip—purple and drooling with pre-cum—into your prepped pussy.

A relieved sigh escaped his lips as you groaned at the familiar intrusion, feeling his pelvis meet your skin, bottoming out to his balls inside you.

“Focus on your pretty face, baby. I want you to love what I love.” Andrew whispered in your ear, smiling as his head burrowed into the crook of your neck, both of his hands grabbing your hips and forcing them back into his.

He started at a nice pace, a relaxing rhythm that caused low sighs and hums to escape your mouth, your eyes drooping as your mind descended into pleasurable bliss—that was until his arm wrapped around your abdomen, bending you over as his pace became rougher.

You had to hold your arms on the walls so you can stabilize yourself from Andrew’s harsh thrusts, loud plap! plap! plap!'s echoing throughout the fitting room.

It was like he was trying to get caught. Like the idea of someone seeing him balls deep inside you—making your eyes roll back to your skull—turned him on.

His cock throbbed as his hips slapped the back of your thighs and ass, leaving mean strawberry marks as his other arm joined his against your abdomen.

He hunched over more, forcing you to bend and take his weight above you as he used your pussy to pound into as he pleased. The angle of his thrusts like this, and his arms tightly squeezing your abdomen, made you cry out in pleasure, your hands scratching down the walls as you watched you lose yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes glazed over as you made eye contact with Andrew—who was still looking at you. His eyes had a dark cloud over them, small huffs and groans tumbling out of his mouth as he viciously thrusted into you like you were being punished. You cried out, wondering what you did that set him off.

Was this punishment for teasing him earlier?

There was a loud knock on the dressing room, the person’s words unintelligible. You could practically feel yourself die inside, utterly embarrassed as you forgot you were still in public.

“Occupied!” Andrew gruffed, speaking up through the wet slaps of his balls against your pussy.

Your knees felt like collapsing, buckling under you as your height dropped. Andrew quickly picked you back up, grabbing the bench from behind and moving it in front of you. He bent you over it, your stomach pressed against the cold wood as his hand found its way to your hair, forcing your head up to look at your reflection as you could only accept watching you come undone around his cock.

His free hand made home on your clit, circling it mercilessly. Another loud moan tumbling out of your lips, before you whined.

“Andrew! Andrew! Andrew! Coming! I’m coming!”

Your body shook as your nervous system was overtaken with ecstasy, feeling as Andrew drained his balls into your awaiting pussy that milked him of everything he’s worth.

“Good girl.” Andrew muttered, panting as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your neck.

Andrew licked his lips, getting down on his knees behind you, preparing for his well-deserved meal before another loud knock echoed.

“Get out of there!” a female spoke.

“Oh my god.” Andrew muttered, rolling his eyes, annoyed. “Terrible customer service around here. Who rushes their customers?”

You felt humiliated as you took off your lingerie and quickly changed into your normal clothes. Andrew unlocked the door, irritated he as held your basket of items.

“Can we buy these before you kick us out?”

Kinkmas seven: Food Play

You had cookies cooling on the counter, the smell of gingerbread wafting in the air as you pumped the icing for the cookies.

Andrew sat in a chair, withering and squirming as you had him tied by some Christmas lights, your hands milking his cock over and over again.

“Ah! Fuck! Ah! Baby, please!” Andrew sobbed, some tears in his eyes as his thighs shook profusely.

“Still not enough icing…” You muttered, looking at the bowl of icing, it was only about 4 tablespoons, not enough for a whole batch of gingerbread cookies.

“Please. I need a break.” Andrew begged.

Even though he was asking for a break, his hips still bucked up, chasing the pleasure coming from your hands squeezing his cock.

You sat on the ground in front of him, on your knees are your hands moved up and down his dick quickly, your hands squeezing his shaft.

“Please. Please.” He pleaded, his head thrown back on the chair, panting as a string of drool dripped down his chin and jaw, landing on his shirt that was raised up to his chest.

His abdomen shrunk and expanded, his abs shaking and cramped from how many times they clenched to come. His hands tied behind his back, restrained by Christmas lights that dug into his skin every time he tried to move, no doubt leaving dull bruises for later.

“Keeping making the icing.” You spoke, unfazed by his begging as one of your fingers played with the slit on his big mushroom tip.

The head of his cock oozed with pre-cum, practically covering his whole length. His tip was purple, sore and overstimulated, but that didn’t stop you from milking him of all he’s worth, ignoring his begging for a break as you squeezed the head.

It felt like hell and heaven for Andrew, closing his eyes to focus the sensation even more. The pain of his over-milked cock filled with the thick pleasure in his stomach left his head dizzy and vision spinning, wondering what he did to deserve this treatment and how the hell he can get it again in the future.

You stood up from the ground, confusing Andrew as he opened his eyes. You pulled down your panties, sitting on Andrew’s lap and grabbing his dick, lining it up to your pussy before sinking down on him.

“Ah!” Andrew gasped, his voice whiny as his hips unconsciously bucked up to meet your welcoming warmth.

Andrew would’ve grabbed your hips to stop you if he wasn’t tied up, but he couldn’t, so he was just forced to sit back and let you bounce on his cock.

“Oh my f-fucking god…” Andrew moaned, his eyes threatening to roll back in his skull. “Y-you’re so fucking perfect. S-so fucking perfect.”

His hips desperately thrusted up into you, heavy pants and whiny moans escaping his lips. It was hot seeing a moody, broody man like Andrew reduced to a puddle of mush, his face bright red from his usually pale white, watching your pussy take him in and push him out, only before pulling back in.

“I-I’m gonna come.” Andrew rasped out, only after a few bounces from you.

“You’re already gonna come, pretty boy?” you smiled, giggling.

Usually that nickname would make him annoyed at you, but there was truly no other words to describe him as other than a pretty boy. With his flushed, pale skin. The heavy bags under his eyes paired with the piercing green in his crying eyes. The slimness of his collar bone marked with your bites and lipgloss marks. The red—almost desperate purple—color of his flushed, throbbing cock in your pussy.

You continued riding him despite his whiny cries of it being “too much” and how he “can’t come anymore.”

His jaw dropped as his thrusting stuttered, a loud cry escaping his mouth as his whole body violently convulsed, his shoulders shivering as his feet repeatedly hit the ground like a rabbit trying to run from the hungry wolf.

His cock twitched inside of you as his already-empty balls worked overtime to try and produce more cum for you to take.

His glazed-over eyes looked at the ceiling, more tears falling down his face as his body finally stopping jerking, although he still shook. You wiped a bead of sweat off his face, pressing a soft and almost apologetic kiss on his lips, before sitting up off his cock.

A strained whimper left his lips as your warm heat left him. You looked at the small amount of cum between your legs, letting out a disappointed sigh.

“Andrew. This isn’t enough for the whole batch.” You frowned.

“I-I’m —hic— sorry. So fucking s-sorry…” He whimpered, teary eyes desperately trying to open his eyes and keep them on your face.

You clicked your tongue, disappointed as you wiped the cum off your pussy and added it to the bowl of cum. You mixed it in with a scoop of icing, watching it all combine.

You grabbed a spoon and spread the mixture out on one of the now-cooled cookies, spreading the icing evenly onto the gingerbread. You grabbed the cookie and took a bite, enjoying the salty, sweet, gingery taste of the sweet.

“Andrew.” You spoke, holding the cookie up to his shivering lips. “Come on, eat up. You need energy for more. There’s still more cookies to ice…”

Kinkmas eight: Female Overstimulation

It had been your fault for those cookies, tying him down to that chair and torturing (pleasing) him like that.

You should’ve known he would’ve sought out vengeance; it wasn’t like Andrew to just let your bratty behavior go unpunished. It was your fault for dropping your guard after a tiring shift, opening your front door only to be dragged to the bedroom by your boyfriend.

Andrew had your hands bound with a silk ribbon you’ve used in the past for BDSM. Of course he’d tie you up, he couldn’t have your hands trying to fight and push him away when the pleasure became too much.

The worst part was it wasn’t even his hands touching you. His hands were too busy playing some YouTube video you couldn’t give a damn to identity as you laid next to him, a vibrator stick to your clit, leaving you defenseless as you sobbed into his chest.

One hand held his phone while the other gently brushed his fingers through you hair, the affectionate act almost mocking you as he neglected you of his cock.

Another violent surge of pleasure shot through you, burying your head deeper into his chest as you cried, feeling your poor, used clit throb again.

His fingers didn’t stop brushing through your hair, as if reassuring you despite being the one to put yourself in this situation.

You sobbed as another wave of pleasurable pain wrecked your clit, the stimulation almost unbearable as you were forced to be overstimulated once more.

“Please. Sorry. Sorry.” You cried, looking up to meet his eyes, big fat tears in your own as you pleaded at him.

He ignored you, his hands still in your hair as he continued watching his video. You would assume he’d be immune to your pleads and tired moans if you weren’t aware of his hard cock straining through his jeans.

The YouTube video finally ended and Andrew turned off his phone. You looked up at him, hopeful to finally have his cock buried inside you, even if you were sensitive.

“You ready to behave?” Andrew inquired.

“Y-yes! I am!” you rasped, your voice sore from crying and moaning.

“Do you want my cock now?” Andrew questioned, smiling.

“Please, yes!” you nodded your head, your heart racing as it felt like a dream come true to finally have him inside you again.

He grinned, a grin too big to let you know he was planning something. He leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer, grabbing a dildo—the replica of Andrew’s dick.

Your smile fell, all your hope shattered instantly upon seeing that dildo.

“W-what? But y-you said…” Your voice sounded weak, like a child seeing their ice cream fall, the vibrator against your clit already making your voice sound pathetic as it is.

“Yeah. My cock. My cock replica.” Andrew smiled, a evil smirk on his face. “It’s still my dick, after all. Are you being picky?”

“W-well, I m-mean—“

“Do you not want it?” Andrew questioned.

The threat of losing the closest thing to Andrew’s cock actually terrified you. You quickly shook your head, afraid.

“N-o! Please, no! I’ll t-take it!” you responded quickly, desperate to not take away what was closes for what you could get.

You’d just have to suck it up—for now.

Andrew slapped the dildo against your already abused clit, pulling a whine from you. He rubbed the dildo up and down your entrance, lubing it up with your arousal before he pressed it into your pussy.

You let out a moan, closing your eyes. The dildo helped settle an ache that burned in your stomach—but it didn’t extinguish that fire in you.

No matter how many times you came from the vibrator sucking on your clit, or the dildo Andrew manually pounded into your cunt himself, it wasn’t enough to satisfy your need for him.

You were in no position to beg. Even if you were tired from coming and just wanted to be done with, it was like you couldn’t be satisfied until you at least had Andrew inside of you.

It was like you were conditioned to associate Andrew with pleasure and safety, mediocre vibrator and flimsy silicone dildos just didn’t do the trick. It didn’t take care of you and scratch that itch only Andrew could reach.

“P-please.” You pleaded, ready to beg and do whatever it takes to have Andrew take care of you himself. “I n-need your cock. Your real, t-throbbing cock attached to you. I need y-you to come inside me.” You begged, your voice dry from all your loud moans earlier.

Pride, ego, dignity, self-respect be damned; you’d probably go insane within the next ten minutes if you didn’t have Andrew’s cum dripping down your thighs.

“What a dirty mouth, pretty.” Andrew chuckled, smirking as his hand controlled the dildo going in and out of you. “It’s been awhile now… 40 minutes about…?” he hummed, looking at the clock. “Come one more time and maybe I’ll think about it.”

A frustrated whine escaped you, before Andrew’s free hand quickly tweaked at your nipple, gently pinching it.

“Ah. Watch your attitude. It’s what got you here in the first place.” He scolded.

You felt like you could cry, fed up and desperate while being full just at the same time. It was a frustrating edge teetering between “too much” and “too little.”

But Andrew just loved pushing you off that edge.

The dildo hit your sweet spot with scary accuracy; a spot Andrew had dedicated to memory. He felt like he’d be an incompetent loser if he couldn’t even please his woman—and by damn was Andrew anything other than incompetent.

A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars you didn’t want to see. Your pussy gripped tightly on a fake dick you didn’t want instead you. Your clit screamed and throbbed from a vibrator you really wanted off now as it shot painful, overstimulated shockwaves to your little bundle of nerves.

Andrew turned off the suctioning vibrator, placing it on the nightstand. He pulled out the dildo your pussy unconsciously kept clenching around, lifting it up to your mouth for a taste.

You knew what would please him, peeking your tongue out just slightly and sucking on the tip of Andrew’s fake cock, tasting the overly sweet arousal of yourself mixed with the dildo’s silicone taste.

It was always surprising how sweet you tasted, like sugary lemonade on a hot day, ready to quench your thirst and leave your tongue salivating for more and more.

Speaking of tongue salivating, Andrew was feeling pretty thirsty himself after seeing you squeeze the life out of the dildo, a loud moan escaping you as you came.

You could even formulate words, or even try to put up a fight as Andrew removed the dildo, tossing it somewhere on the bed as he grabbed your waist. He laid down on the bed, dragging your hips to his face and forcing you to face the wall.

His tongue licked a long stripe on your slit, a loud cry escaping you. If you weren’t tied up with ribbon, you would be gripping onto the headboard for dear life—but you weren’t, so you settled for resting your forehead on the cold wall and crying out for your neighbors to hear just on the other side of the wall.

You couldn’t beg Andrew to stop or keep going, to give you a break so you could regain your composure. You would’ve at least appreciated being gagged so you wouldn’t have an awkward conversation with the neighbors later at the mailbox about your private life (even if it wasn’t really private anymore).

Andrew’s tongue couldn’t help but explore your wet warmth, refusing to part as he licked and poked at every ridge, squish, and layer there was. He couldn’t help but flex his jaw and open wider, his hands grabbing onto your thighs tightly and pulling you down into his mouth.

A loud sob escaped your lips, your head softly hitting the wall. It felt like you were going mad. His tongue was driving you mad. You wanted to squirm and scream but you couldn’t control your vocals, and Andrew’s strong grip onto your thighs refused to even let them flex.

Curse him and his sleeper build. It wasn’t fair to be tall, broodingly hot, and strong; it might as well be a wet dream for girls like you.

Wet indeed, just like how Andrew’s hot muscle ventured your hot cave without any insecurity or concern, unwavering confidence as he explored your ocean like he hasn’t wadded in it before.

“Fucking hell… such a pretty pussy…” Andrew groaned, his mouth leaving your pussy, one of his hands coming to your clit to rub the swollen nub.

You let out an unintelligible sob, your hips forcing themselves to rock and chase that pleasure despite knowing it’ll hurt again from the overstimulation—but the promise of your sweet orgasm outweighed that concern as your clit rubbing his fingers.

“Taste so fucking good. I don’t need anything else in my life…” He groaned, his eyes drooped, dazed as he watched your overflowing arousal from your hands coat his fingers.

He slapped your clit, causing a yelp to leave you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, savoring your taste, before working his lips back onto your lower ones.

He stuck his tongue back in your pussy, drool escaping his mouth as he unhinged his jaw to reach as deep as his tongue can go. He was a man with a mission as his hands grabbed your hips and forced you to grind on his face.

Your mouth fell open, your eyes practically rolling to your skull as you saw white? Or was it black? Whatever damn color of the rainbow it was, you couldn’t tell. You couldn’t bother to worry about the color when there was a flood of juices escaping your pussy with the force of a tsunami, squirting all over Andrew’s face and dripping down his neck.

You wanted to apologize, even though you knew it’d be fine with Andrew. You would’ve at least gave a warning if you could speak.

Andrew didn’t care about the mess, he just cared about cleaning it up at he lapped at your pussy and thighs like a dehydrated man.

“Fuck! Yeah! That’s more like it!” Andrew laughed, breathless and a new found rigor as he slapped your clit again, making sure there was no more juices you were trying to hold back from him as he grinned.

He sat you right up off his face without any struggle, having you straddle his lap while he untied the ribbon around your arms; a reward for squirting.

Once he got the ribbon off, he pushed you down on the bed, landing you on your back as he grabbed your legs. His hands wrapped around your thighs, holding them up to his hips since you had no strength to wrap them around his waist. You couldn’t do anything but moan and grip the bedsheets.

He thrusted his cock into you, causing you to see stars and wonder what you did to reach Heaven’s gates.

“Such a good girl coming that hard around my tongue. ‘Could feel the circulation practically stop.” Andrew chuckled darkly. “You can give me another one, right? Squirt on my cock, baby.”

A loud cry you didn’t know you could even make escaped, your ears ringing as your head rattled with the wet, sticky sounds of plap! plap! plap!'s bouncing around your eardrums.

Andrew’s arms wrapped around your knees and raised your legs to your shoulders, folding you into a mating press.

You couldn’t even last five minutes, especially not with how Andrew’s fingers started circling your clit, desperate to have you coming on his cock faster.

Andrew’s cock hit a spot that made you drool, something you shouldn’t even be surprised of by now as your back arched, creating a perfect angle for Andrew to reach said spot easier.

“Oh, fuck. Merry Christmas to me…” Andrew groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he bit his bottom lip, holding his composure.

Andrew’s rested his sweaty forehead against yours, panting and smiling as you struggled to make eye contact with him without the possibly of your eyes rolling back.

He kissed you just as you came around his cock, his hot lips and the taste of you and him invading your mouth as he sucked on your tongue for being a good girl and squirting around his cock.

But even when you reached his orgasm, he hasn’t reached his yet, so he just kept plowing and plowing until he was satisfied with your mess—but that wouldn’t be until awhile…

Bonus! New Years Eve

“Andrew, where’s your girlfriend?” one of the elder neighbors asked.

It was New Years Eve. The whole apartment complex decided to get together to celebrate, all partying with chips and hotdogs and some poorly woman’s green bean casserole that was too soggy.

But the neighbor was right, you were nowhere to be seen. That is, if they don’t look until the table.

The table had a red protective cover that reached the floor, absolutely perfect for you to hide under.

Some would go under the table to eat twelve red grapes, but you had two red balls in your mouth instead to match the red sopping panties you had underneath your skirt.

“Bathroom.” Andrew spoke with great haste, his hand on resting on your head as your mouth slid up and down his length.

A small line of drool escaped his lips, one quickly disguised as he picked up his glass of juice (you insisted it’d be sparkling juice, but he couldn’t give a damn about alcohol while your mouth was insistent on milking his cock for a beverage instead).

His fingers were tangled snuggly in your hair, guiding your bobbing head up and down, up and down.

Sometimes you would lick a teasing circle around his cock’s slit and he’d have to cough so he could explain why his mouth kept suddenly opening and closing.

The clock was two minutes left, as a countdown on the TV in the living room played right next to the dining room.

Andrew could feel your hands taking ahold of his cock, taking the bottom of his shaft as your focused your mouth on his red, mushroom tip.

He could feel his eyes roll back, a pleased sigh escaping his mouth as he rested his head back on the chair.

“Are you okay, Andrew? Your face is pretty red.” One of the partygoers commented.

“H-hot as hell in here with all the food.” Andrew grumbled, a dazed expression on his face as he resisted the urge to moan as you sucked on his tip.

“You seem out of breath.” Someone commented.

“Asthma.” Andrew quickly shrugged, his hand in your hair going to the back of your head so he can shove you more down his length, a smirk on his face as he felt you silently gag around his cock before continuing, almost rolling his eyes back as the vibration almost caused him to come.

There was a minute left on the countdown before the New York ball drop in Times Square would drop, all while you started to lick and kiss his own balls, adoring and worshiping his cock with the same passion a faithful follower would to their god.

In your eyes, Andrew was your everything. Nothing mattered so long as you had your boyfriend with you, who you hoped would be your husband one day.

And Andrew wished that day was sooner, hearing wedding bells already as you fondled and massaged his balls like it was dough.

One of your hands went to your red panties, moving aside the cotton so you could rub at your clit the same way Andrew would, quick and teasing all with the accuracy and pressure to get you off quick so you’d be wet enough for him to slide into.

“Seriously, where is she? She’s gonna be the fireworks?” your elderly neighbor grumbled.

“Touching up her makeup.” Andrew groaned while you touched up his balls.

He probably sounded annoyed to his neighbors, but really he was just trying not to come from your mouth around his cock, bobbing your head again.

All the neighbors gathered around the TV, leaving you and Andrew alone in the dining room. The ball on the TV dropped as everyone cheered, giving him the perfect chance to speak.

“Good fucking girl. Take it, baby.” Andrew groaned, his eyes rolling back, a smile on his face.

Your throat swallowed around his cock. Your tongue lapping at his tip. You hummed around his length, enjoying the pleasure of tasting his cock. One of your hands toying with your clit while the other gently squeezed his balls. All of it at once was enough for him to have his hips ramming and stuttering up into your throat, no doubt leaving a bruise in the back of your throat as his cum painted your red walls white.

You kept sucking his member clean, refusing to stop until you felt him stop throbbing in your mouth. You finally pulled off him, tucking his cock back into his pants and giving him the chance to regain his composure as you got up from out the dining table.

You sat down onto his lap, giggling as you saw the dazed expression on his face. His eyes were all bright and droopy, a dumb smile on his face as some drool dripped down his chin.

You licked up the drool, before reaching his lips and kissing him. Andrew’s hand reached up to hold your cheek, kissing you as he tasted his taste in your mouth.

“I’ll return the favor later, baby…” he muttered, playfully tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

You smiled, listening to the fireworks go off in the sky above you as your neighbors started filing back into the dining room.

“Oh. You’re back! You missed the fireworks.” The elder neighbor spoke, but you had your own white fireworks going off in your mouth so you weren't upset. “I thought you were fixing your makeup?”

Andrew looked at you, not even noticing your red face, your messy hair, your smudged red lipstick and weeping mascara. To him, you always looked beautiful, even with crying makeup.

“Sorry. I got carried away with kissing.” Andrew shrugged, indifferent as he lied.

“Happy New Years, hon.” You smiled, pecking Andrew’s cheek.

“Happy New Years.” Andrew hummed, before whispering into your year for only you to hear. “Hey… You had my dick in your mouth since last year…”

I have some major respect for smut writers. It can be hard trying to find all these different descriptions and poetic words to piece together just plain sex. Hopefully you guys enjoyed my amateurish writing. There will be more smut in the future as I work on my stories!

Happy very late holidays everyone!

Want more Andrew Graves content? Check out the Andrew Graves masterlist!

Inbox is OPEN for questions about the story and new plotlines/ideas, not for requests!

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senseichaos · 1 year ago

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IMAGINE:

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

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

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

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

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

"good girl, letting me use you,"

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

Right?

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

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julysn · 10 months ago

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i was thinking andddd (nsfw content.)

andrew graves shotgunning during sex 🤷‍♂️

(if you don’t know what shotgun kissing is, basically someone will smoke something and exhale into the recipients mouth)

quick notes: hi this is like a quick thingy i wanted to post before i write that andrew graves smut that i've been ignoring since march. also this is the first time i've written something formatted like this so....

ALSO IS THE SMOKING ACCURATE?? i've never smoked

you're sitting on andrew's lap, similar to that one devlog art of andrew and ashley. his cock is inside of you, except this time, he isn't thrusting into you, you're riding him.

one of his hands is on your thigh, the other holding a cigarette clasped in-between is fingers. as you ride him, letting out soft whines, he just gazes at you with lustful eyes.

“baby, is that all you're gonna do?" you complain, lips slightly pouty, just the way he likes it.

".. what?"

“no kisses or nothing?" you complain again, batting your eyelashes and doing your best to give him a sweet, puppy dog look. you even start rocking your hips a bit harder, faster, anything for his attention. a smirk crawls up your face as you listen to his groans getting more frequent

"fine." andrew surrenders, sighing lightly but smiling as he takes a drag from his cigarette. the two of you lean in, meeting in the middle, yet instead of the two of you making out, his lips ghost over yours, almost brushing against yet not enough to be a real kiss.

you let out a soft whine as he exhales the smoke through his mouth and into yours, coughing lightly. "babe, i thought we were gonna make out or something."

he just smirks in return, taking another drag from his cigarette.

#julia’s fics .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚#fanfiction #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley fanfic #tcoaal smut #tcoaal fanfic #andrew graves #andrew graves x reader #andrew graves fanfic #fanfic #fanfics #julia's headcanons ✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ #cherriepicked #[🎀] 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 #[💝] 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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myfavoritesstuff · 1 year ago

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Hi, How are you doin?

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

“Yes, We Really Do”

Pairing: Andrew Graves x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know something that would help us sleep”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too… me too.”

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

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

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

“Yes we really do.”

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

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ur-mousey · 1 year ago

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Random Masterlist ~

Request rules and other master lists can be found here.

The Folk of Air

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A Shot in the Dark ~ 2.1k

Jude Durate x Cardan Greenbriar

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

I'll Make you Miss Me ~

Imagine! Jude Durate x Singer! Cardan Greenbriar

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

Class of '09

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Benzo-Addict ~ prt 1, prt 2, prt 3

Yan! Jeffery x F! Reader

*Dark, heavy drug use and non-con elements* Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different.

Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands.

Kiss up, Bitch ~

Imagine! Nicole x Jecka

Imagine! Nicole gets pissed over Ari singing a song and decides to take her frustrations on 'straight-girl' Jecka.

Behind Pom Poms and Bongs ~

Nicole x Yan! F! Reader

Imagine! Yourself are the obsessive cheerleader of Westerburg High. And Nicole is at the root of your desires. You'll show her what's up.

Dear Diary, Pary Percs are a Thing ~

Imagine! Yan!Kylar x GN! Reader

College Au, where Reader and Kylar end their night of partying with Percs. Ensue the next morning, left alone, where the Reader finds it hard to recall those past few hours. So let's start this; Dear Diary.

Drop the Status Quo ~

Awk-Romantic! Crispin x Scene Queen! F!Reader

Emily and the others held you to the standard of THE Avril Lavigne. You were basically slit-your-own-throat cool as shit. But then there were the rumors that you were dating Crispin.

#InstantStreetCredRuiner (if true?)

Bubble Pop Love ~

Nicole x Loving! F!Reader

Love is a transaction between two people. There's no such thing as unconditional. However, no matter how bad Nicole treats you, there is love to greet her.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

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Cross My Heart and Hope to Die ~ (in progress)

Part 1, 2

Yan!Graves Siblings x Childhood Friend! F!Reader!

summary Your parents didn’t give two shits where you were. But they made sure to leave you somewhere with someone. And, you found yourself in the care of Mrs. Graves -she was no better. Upon arrival Ashley despised you and Andrew kept his distance for your sake.

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sunshine-jesse · 1 year ago

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It wasn't okay.

Someone gave me the idea to write an analysis in the form of a fanfiction, so this is what I coughed up.

I haven't written a fanfiction in 10 years, so bear with me. There is also no smut here; sorry to disappoint. Maybe once I become more confident in my fanfic writing lmao

Ashley almost thought it'd be okay.

"Yeah, I'm dating Julia now."

Ashley thought she'd be able to handle it. But she knew better. She's always known better. And Andrew did, too. It's why he took so long to tell her. She's never been able to keep her fucking mouth shut, but why should she? He's the one who lets her down. He's the one who tries to distance himself from her! He tries and he tries and he tries but he fails, every time.

But now, she's not so sure.

"WE HAD AN AGREEMENT, ANDREW!"

Her words seem to fall on deaf ears, but his gaze never diverts from her eyes. She can see it plainly in his face- his anger, his exasperation, his frustration. She's always been so good at reading him, and now is no different.

"So why? Why do you keep doing this?! Why do you keep trying to distance yourself from me?! Am I not good enough?"

"Ashley…"

"I've always been the only one you can rely on, Andrew! The only one you can talk to! So why?! Why do you keep trying to find other people?! And why Julia, of all people?! Why her?!"

"Ashley."

"What is she giving you that I can't?! Why can't you just be happy with me?!"

"Ashley!"

"No, Andrew! Your excuses aren't good enough! Nothing I do is ever enough! You always want MORE!"

Ah, how close she was to being right, yet how distant she was from the reason.

He has to be dating her out of pity, right? Ever since __ died, Julia hasn't been able to keep that knife away from her arm. She wears arm-warmers now to hide them, but Ashley knows better. Everyone does. And maybe now, Andrew is trying to make it right.

"It's out of pity, isn't it? You feel guilty over what happened to that bitch, and-"

Andrew closes the gap between the two of them, his gaze growing significantly more dire. A lump appears in Ashley's throat. She doesn't know what it's from, and can't process just how much danger she's really in. She could read Andy just fine, but the Andrew that was starting to surface was a different story entirely. But Andrew stays his hand and walks away, never once breaking eye contact with her until he walks out of the door.

Ashley is left alone, confused and afraid. She thinks the fear is from the thought of Andrew leaving her for good, but it's not. All she knows is that she is afraid of getting hurt again, no matter what kind of hurt it is. It's all the same to her. But this fear doesn't get any better over time; it gets worse. As Andrew is out, the sinking feeling in Ashley's gut and the cold grasp she feels over her heart grows more and more profound. Her breathing grows labored. He's going to leave her for good, isn't he? No matter how much she breathes, she never feels satisfied. Every thought spurs her to gasp for more air:

Why is he doing this? Why is he dating her? Why can't she calm down? Why did he still seek comfort from Ashley in the dead of night this past week, despite having been dating Julia for that long? Why can't she calm down? Is there something Julia can do that Ashley can't? Why can't she calm down? Is it the fact that Julia can fuck him but Ashley can't? Why can't she calm down? Is it him trying to distance himself? Why can't she calm down? Is it him trying to be normal is it him trying to forget is it him trying to make up for Nina or is it him-

"WHY CAN'T I FUCKING BREATHE???"

The icy cold grip on her heart turns into a sharp pain in her chest, a stake being driven right through it. What little breath she had left was stolen from Ashley, her hands growing numb.

Her course of action becomes clear:

She has to break them apart. She HAS to.

Ashley runs towards the phone and goes to dial the number. If Julia knew the truth about Nina, if she knew what they did, there's no way she'd still like Andrew. There's no way they'd still be together. She'd have to break up with him, and then Andrew and Ashley would be stuck together forever. She goes to dial the number.

But she freezes.

She feels her throat close up, words unable to escape her mouth. She agreed to never speak of it to anyone else ever again, and that oath was being enforced. But by whom? Why did she feel like she was being watched? Her parents were gone, and so was Andrew. So who was watching her? Why were they watching her?

With every number she dialed, she feels weaker and weaker. She feels like she's going to pass out. And when she finally calls…

"J-Julia! I need to tell…-"

…luckily, they were still home. Every word Ashley spoke was punctuated by a desperate gasp of air. And at the last moment, rather than revealing the truth, she changes her mind. She needs her Andy back. But she needs to get him back without breaking her end of the agreement. After all, that's the least she could do, isn't it?

The least Ashley could do was stay committed. That's all she has going for her. Her love, her dedication, her commitment. If she couldn't at least offer that, does she even deserve Andrew, no matter how much she feels she needs him?

She wouldn't, because that's all she thought she could offer him: Herself. But now, she was starting to wonder whether even that was enough.

"Andy. I think-… I'm having…"

She forces out her last few words…

"…a heart attack."

Before collapsing on the ground, a loud THUMP echoing on the other side of the phone.

It doesn't take long for her beloved Andy to come home after that. He looks terrified, but Ashley smiles, and grabs the bump on her head.

"Took you long enough, asshole."

Andy was less than pleased, but at least she knows that he still cared for her. It calms her down so quickly and abruptly that it looks like she was faking it. She even thought she might've been. But as long as her Andy was back, everything was okay. As long as she knew she could do something for him, everything was fine.

Andrew still slept in Ashley's bed that night, despite what happened. He still sought her comfort, no matter what. Julia wasn't good enough for him. She'd never be good enough. And yet as long as she still existed, Ashley would forever feel herself growing distant from Andy. Andy was lying to himself. He had to have been. There's no way he could want to be away from Ashley while still seeking so much from her, right? Julia had to be dealt with, she had to be taken out of the picture. It didn't much matter how. And so, the next morning, when Andy is away, she picks up the phone, dials Julia's number, and-…

… …

It feels like it's been so long since then.

So distant from the way things are now, that you feel like an entirely different person; like you're watching a performance.

When the dream ends, you shoot up in panic. You look down to your side, and see Andrew, sleeping. You look upon his back, and see your scratch marks still there, and you can't help but smirk. Ah, you really got into it, didn't you? You never saw yourself as that kind of person, but it makes sense, now that you're so much less afraid of losing him.

You know you're awake now, and in a time and place where things are much better, and yet, some of your past still lingers. You can't help but still feel afraid that he'll leave, just like everyone else has. And worse, you fear it'll be your fault. But now everyone is finally honest with themselves and what they want. Now things can finally heal. Now things can finally get better.

Now you can finally dream. Now you can finally hate what you see.

Now you are finally the one who needs to be held at night.

#andrew graves #ashley graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #gravecest #tcoaal #gaming #this is a smut free zone #tcoaal essay #fanfic

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incorrect-gravescest · 2 months ago

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Boo, tumblr, boo, I wanted to read very explicitly every bit of incestuous sex between them ❤️

Well, aren't you in luck! I wrote some very smutty Valentine's Day Gravecest last night about Ashley wanting to add a bottle of WildCherry ToxiCola flavored sex lube to their bedroom romps.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #ashley graves #gravescest #andrew graves #andrew x ashley #coffincest #tocaal smut #smut

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needypuppygirl · 5 months ago

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Hi everyone! These past few days I started writing a smut about The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, so I wanted to share it :3

Please read the tags on AO3 before delving in

The main characters are Andrew, Ashley, Julia and Renee

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bipanicoverthegravessiblings · 1 year ago

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Would Gabriel convince Ashley to let Julia hook up with them both? Because weird flex, I kinda ship Ashley x Julia.

We support toxic yuri in this household <3

I can see him being hesitant at first, he definitely would have to meet Julia a few times before he gives a concrete yes.

May be subject to change depending on if we see Julia in Episode 3, but I can see her and Gabriel being friends- even moreso with their mutual attraction to Ashley. They conspire to pamper the shit out of her during those hookups <3

#do not tempt me to write this I’m shit at writing smut/lh #the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #julia tcoaal #tcoaal oc #gabriel emmanuel #oc x canon #ashley graves x julia

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iskinpeople · 4 months ago

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PART 2

tender meat.

cw: NSFW!! DARK KINKS!! heavy cnc/nc vibes, read at your own risk! female reader, home burglary/break in, noncon/cnc-ish, bondage, knife play, cutting off clothes, degradation (use of term "slut"), breast fondling, panty sniffing, pussy spanking, fingerfucking, penetration (penis in vagina), multiple sex positions, spanking, biting/marking, creampie, threats of violence, mention of cannibalism, cigarette smoking, reader is alive at the end

a/n: i do not condone real life burglary, crime, sexual violence, cannibalism, or rape. this work is pure fantasy. expect tcoaal canon-typical violence and dark content.

“...There. That’s much better, isn’t it?”

The boy steps back to admire his handiwork and looks at you with a victorious, subdued smile. His green eyes follow your twisting form as you squirm in your bonds, watching with amusement at your futile attempts to escape. Black bangs frame his handsome face, one that reflects a sick, sadistic glee at the sight of your struggling. He stands at the edge of your bed as you struggle against the ropes binding your arms and wrists behind your back. You start to panic as the realization of how immobile you truly are kicks in, and your heart pounds in your chest when he holds the dull end of his butcher knife under your chin.

“You look scared,” he comments in a nonchalant tone, as if he’s not holding up a fucking knife to your throat. “What’s the matter? Think I’m gonna do something to you?”

You were such an idiot. Why did you have to go and answer the door at such a late hour? When you saw that pretty young woman at the door begging for help, the good Samaritan in you gave her the benefit of the doubt and invited her in. You had no idea you’d be bum rushed by her and her brother, both working in tandem to rob you of every valuable possession you owned. The girl was currently rummaging through your belongings in the other room while the boy was tasked with keeping an eye on you. His jade-colored eyes studied you carefully, his gaze never once leaving yours.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you as long as you behave.”

You try to say something back, but all that comes out are muffled sounds thanks to the thick tape over your mouth. He scoffs, getting some kind of sick pleasure out of your hopeless attempts to speak. Despite your efforts, you haven’t been able to wiggle out of the ropes or even loosen them no matter how much you struggle. The boy doesn’t seem too concerned about you escaping. He’s probably a seasoned rigger, with how secure his knots are. You wonder how many times he’s done this before.

“My idiot sister is taking her time,” he grumbles. “Maybe I should have some fun with you while we wait.”

Panic strikes through you like lightning. In your desperation, you start begging and pleading for him not to hurt you, knowing that your words won’t get through, but he simply shushes you with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh… no screaming or crying. Remember what I told you would happen if you made a huge fuss?”

He drags the back of the blade across your skin, trailing a path down your jaw to your throat. You gulp and freeze up. One little move, and he could slice you up like tender meat.

“...Good girl. You just sit there and look pretty while I decide what I’m gonna do to you.”

The knife continues its path down your body, stopping only to cut the thin spaghetti straps of your tank top off your shoulders.

"Maybe I should chop you up and cook you in some stew," he mentions casually, his dark humor failing to reach you. "I bet you'd taste amazing marinated overnight."

He cuts down the middle of your shirt, rendering you topless as your breasts spill out. You hear a quiet moan fall from his lips, followed by a sharp breath.

“Damn… you have nice tits. I wonder if they feel as good as they look.”

For a moment, he puts the knife down and slowly approaches you with lust in his eyes, a stark contrast to the cold, steely gaze from before. He pushes you onto your back and climbs on top, then gropes your tits in both hands and fondles them gently. His touch elicits pathetic little mewls out of you, which seem to bring him some amusement.

“You like this, huh? You little slut.”

He traces his fingers under your breasts, circles your nipples with his nails, grips them harder to hear you cry out. It’s violating, but what disturbs you more than his unwanted touch is how much it’s starting to turn you on…

His hands slide down your body, caressing your waist and stomach with an unexpected softness you wouldn’t expect from a home intruder. He gropes your hips, admiring your soft curves and the way your body seems to be pushing itself further into his grasp. You’re not trying to, damn it, but it feels so good… and the hardness in his pants makes it obvious that he’s into it, too.

As you’re trying to suppress your own vocalizations, you hear loud rummaging coming from outside your room followed by the sound of something large and heavy falling over. That “sister” of his must’ve knocked something over. You can hear her swearing loudly to herself. The noise startles the boy, his attention divesting from you momentarily. You sense an opportunity to escape and slowly start inching away, hoping he’ll leave you be to go investigate. But instead, he drags you back towards him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes are different now. Those pretty emerald irises glare at you with indignation. His once gentle hands were now pressing into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. You wince at the pain and lie perfectly still, fearful of what he’ll do now that you’ve pissed him off.

“I’ve been a nice guy, haven’t I?” he speaks in a low, threatening tone. “I think it’s time you stopped holding out on me.”

Your eyes widen when you realize what he means. You shake your head and appeal to his better nature through muffled pleading while he spreads your legs apart and sits between them. With your ankles tied and your thighs pinned beneath his legs, all you can do is squirm weakly beneath him.

This was it.

He was going to take you.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

He slices off your underwear from the hips and rips off the tattered cloth. He lifts it to his nose and inhales deeply, eyes rolling back as he savors the scent of you. After tossing it aside, he puts a cold hand on your aching pussy and runs his fingers across your lips. He notices the wetness already dripping from your hole and grins wickedly.

“You’re already this wet?” he teases. “You’re just as fucked up as me. Slut.”

He spanks your pussy as he says that last word, making you shriek despite your efforts to keep silent. He circles your swollen clit, teasing it lightly just to get you to moan. Then, he slips a finger in your hole and starts pumping. Slowly at first, then steadily picking up speed. His eyes fixate onto your face, studying your expression and the way they roll back in your head from his touch. His face remains neutral, although there is something sinister behind his gaze. A hunger for something more, something he was going to get one way or another.

He hits a sweet spot inside you and massages it until you cum, placing a hand over your mouth to further quiet the airy moans escaping from your throat. A smirk creeps across his face while he relishes in the sight of you. A few seconds pass, and you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to notice that he’s pulled down his pants. Your eyes shoot open when you feel him shove his cock inside you. It’s so thick and girthy, it feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside out. When you cry out, he shushes you again by holding the knife to your throat.

“Be quiet,” he growls in your ear. “Or I’ll slice you up.”

You force back guttoral moans as he pounds into you, fucking you at a rapid, desperate pace. As if he’s starving, as if your pussy is the last he’ll ever get. He holds apart your legs as he pumps in and out, slamming himself into you so hard you begin to see stars. He leans forward and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting down so hard you’re sure it’ll leave teeth marks behind. It hurts. It stings. You thrash around, trying to shake him off, but that only serves to spur him on. He groans in pleasure as your walls clench around his dick.

“Fuck… keep struggling… yeah, just like that…”

He squeezes your upper thighs and knees, making you shriek again. Your squirming almost becomes violent; the way he’s pressing his fingers into your sensitive areas is sensory overload. He pinches your ribs, drags his nails down your sides, bites your neck and ears until you’re practically screaming. You hear him chuckling as he works, a sadistic sound that fills you with abject fear.

You’re not sure how long it goes on. He fucks you like an animal, manhandling you in different positions according to his desires. You start off on your back before he flips you over, railing you from behind with your legs pressed together. After a while he lifts your hips into the air, giving your ass a few firm smacks before shoving himself inside your hole once more. He grabs your hair at the base of your skull and pulls hard, forcing you to throw your head back. Then finally, finally, he cums, filling you with his warm seed that drips out of your hole when he pulls out. But right when you think he’s done, he pushes his dick back inside and fucks you again. It happens so fast and his strokes are so quick that it makes you panic, fearing he’ll actually break you if he keeps going.

Once he’s done fucking his cum back into you, he pulls out one last time with a heavy sigh. You lay there motionless listening to the sound of him zipping up his pants. You’re having trouble breathing now, with the tape still covering your mouth and your face pressed into the bed sheets. Fortunately, he turns you back over, forcing you to face him. His expression is cold and distant as he looks down upon you like you’re nothing. Like a rag he’s used and discarded. The focused look he had before has been replaced with one of ennui. He takes a cigarette out of a pack in his pocket and lights it up, filling your bedroom with smoke and the smell of tobacco. The sudden change is so jarring that all you can do is stare at him in horror.

He smokes for a couple minutes, blowing little puffs at you every now and then and smirking when you cough. The smell is overbearing, filling your nostrils and lungs with filth. When he finishes, he ashes the blunt on your windowsill and starts to say something. But right when he opens his mouth, the girl bursts into the room.

“Okay, we can go now,” she whines. “This stupid bitch is broke. She-”

When she looks at you, lying on the bed covered in cum, sweat, and tears, her face contorts into pure rage. She curses at you furiously, her anger directed at both you and the boy with the knife.

“What the fuck, Andrew?!” she hisses. “I leave for two seconds and you fuck this ugly floozie? I can’t trust you for shit! I can’t believe you’d-”

There’s a loud smack, followed by a thump as she hits the ground. “Andrew” crouches down and picks up his unconscious sister, throwing her over his shoulder as he stands up. You watch in confusion as he approaches you once more, cutting the ropes on your wrists and arms. You’re free, but sore as fuck from being bound in that position for so long, so you can barely move.

As you’re ripping off the tape, he stops at your doorway and turns around one last time.

“Don’t you dare call the cops,” he threatens, and his expression shows that it’s not a bluff. “If you're a good girl, I'll give you something nice the next time I come back."

You nod meekly, too terrified to move even though you’re now unbound. You stay completely still until he walks out the front door, leaving you behind to clean up the mess he’s made.

#mdni #tcoaal smut #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #dark content tw

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kryannoy · 9 months ago

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can i request a andrew x reader thing where reader is his lover, his girlfriend, and they are like head over heels in love with eachother, and reader is a female, but for some "traumas" shes a bit nervous to lose her virginity to him. shes also kind of insecure, because of the fact she isnt very feminine, and bcuz of her looks.

(if youre not comfortable with writing this its completely fine!!)

genre: nsfw, smut

character: andrew graves x reader

warnings: praise kink, body dysmorphophobia (?), trauma, virginity loss, cum

a/n: thank you for requesting! i can relate to this as i always make my ocs like this. also, sorry it took long, i'm busy with life

It started with the two of you hanging out and enjoying each other's company. Then, a kiss. And that leads to a make out session.

For Andrew, it was hard for both his self-control and his dick. He couldn't help that you got him turned on and horny now. Of course he doesn't blame you, no. Andrew is mature. He knows himself that he is too in love with you. He loves you so dearly that he couldn't bear to think of you with any other guy. He loves so dearly that he gets hard every time you're close to him and he can smell your sweet perfume. And those times, he always excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

But somehow he's always nonchalant about it and you find it attractive. Obviously, you know the reasons he went to the bathroom but you don't really understand why.

Why did he get turned on seeing your body? It wasn't curvy. You don't have big boobs or squishable ass.

His hands always run down your hip and up to your waist, playing with the fat there while kissing. Sometimes even fiddling the hem of your shirt, pulling and twirling, asking for your permission to go further.

You don't say anything nor give a sign. You were nervous. How do you do this stuff? How do you initiate? What do you have to do? So, you let him do his thing.

That's when he pulls away, leaving traces of saliva connecting from your lips. His green eyes looked at yours, pleading. You know what he wants but again, how do you initiate? Are you even able to go all the way with him?

He senses your unsure feeling and lifts himself up. The warmth radiating from his body is no longer there. "We don't have to do it, y'know. I'm not forcing—"

You grab his sleeves, even more worried about him than yourself. "It's fine. It's just . . ." You were embarrassed to say that you have no idea what to do yet you know he knows that you're a virgin, but he doesn't know that you were somewhat scared of losing it. It's just the thought of putting something foreign inside you is . . . weird and sounds uncomfortable.

"I'll guide you. I promise I'll be gentle," he says so softly it's soothing. His lips pull into a smile, an endearing one that doesn't show any mischievous hint. He pecks your forehead with thumb strokes on your temple. Despite the soft touches, his dick was undeniably rock hard you can feel it brushing on your thigh.

His hand slips inside your shirt and moves upward, riding up your shirt but stopping at the edges of your bra. If you weren't wearing any, he would've reached your nipples for not even feeling the mounds of breasts from how flat it becomes when you lie down. He stares down at you pleadingly before sliding behind you to unclip your underwear.

You were getting nervous once he sees them. What if he's disappointed? What if it turns him off—?

You hear a moan coming from Andrew once he touches one of your nipples. You also let out a sigh from the touch. He pulls off your shirt and bra together and gazes at your naked body.

"Fuck," he moans again under his breath. Oh shit, does he hate it?

He dives into your nipples and gives a hard suck, proving your point wrong. You whimper and that really seems to motivate him. He licks it, suckles on it, even bites it. Your idle nipple has already been paid attention with his fingers, pinching and pulling and flicking. All of it made your head swirl that you can only think of Andrew and the amazing sensations. You've been moaning for him your pussy is getting wet.

When you whimper, he would look up at you but his mouth is still occupied with your nipples. Sometimes you can even feel him smirk.

Once he's satisfied, he switches to the other one. You find the saliva connecting from his lips to your nipple hot. His empty hand starts to inch its way down to your pants. He slips inside and circles on your clothed clit. You gasp, your body reacting to the attention. Your legs automatically close around his hand it made him open it up again and pinned one of your legs down. You whine when he continues to rub on your clit. Your legs keep thrashing but his smile gets wider and his breathings are labour. Somehow, your reaction excites him.

He fully pulls off your pants, leaving your panties on just to purposely pull it aside. He rubs a few on your clit before diving a finger into your hole. When you feel it prodding at your entrance, your eyes widen and you quickly push his hand away without thinking before realizing what you did. You look at him apologetically, but he was fast to reassure too. He kisses your lips and all over your face to distract you. Andrew tries again, touching your hole and slowly pushing it in. Gladly, this time you didn't squirm away.

"Good girl, that's it. You're doing great," he talks you through it before moving his finger. You gasp again but he keeps whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear.

"Everything's okay. Just relax, alright?" Another kiss on your forehead and you're melting into him.

He picks up his speed, still focusing on your expressions for any signs of discomfort. He adds another finger in and you moan. Your mouth is shaped into an 'O' and he just has the urge to bite your bottom lip so he just does it, even sticking his tongue into your opened mouth. It was an opportunity, he took it.

He feels you tighten around his finger and it makes him grind down on you, accidentally pushing himself deeper. You whine from it.

Andrew takes out his fingers to pull off his pants, flinging his dick out. Your eyebrows furrow upwards at the sight. It made you drool but the realization that that thing is going inside you snaps you.

He notices your worried expression and kisses your nose. "Don't worry. We don't have to go all the way if you're not ready."

You look down at his cock again, hard and red. Very red on the tip. "What about you?"

"I'll do this—" his cock glides on your wet pussy. "Ngh, if you don't mind?"

Your moan and a nod testifies to your consent and his hips got to work. The rubbing of his dick on your pussy and clit was a whole new level of pleasure for you. You thought that that was enough to make you crazy, he pushes in more of his cock into you with his thumb to get more friction and that makes your eyes roll behind and your back arching for more. Your small tits were displayed for him he had to grab onto it and squeeze. Adding a few pinches to your nipple before letting go.

The cute noises coming from your mouth motivates him to go faster and a teensy bit rougher. "Fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Andrew!"

"Yeah? You're gonna cum? Go ahead, doll. Let go for me. Mmh, fuck! You feel so good."

Your pussy is soaking wet it makes his grinding much easier. And the sight, oh he loves seeing it sloppy. He can't wait to cum on your pussy. The thought makes him close to his climax. "Babe, I can't! I can't— I'm gonna cum!" He whimpers but he didn't know that you've already cummed a few seconds ago.

"I'm cumming! Haa!" He gasps and white shoots out, painting your stomach and your pussy, just like he wanted. He groans as he slowly grinds on you to ride out his orgasm. It took you a moment to notice his cheeks are red and his ears too.

His cum spreads all over pussy and inner thighs now from his slow grinds. Once he pulls away, he can't help but to stare at your messy pussy. Some of the white cum still running down you and it got into your hole. His intrusive thoughts win and he gathers some more cum and pushes them into your hole.

"Andrew!" You gasped from the sudden intrusion.

He chuckles, "Sorry." But his green eyes are still glued to your pussy. "I wanna lick it so bad but I don't want to taste my own cum, haha. Maybe next time."

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

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stellar-constellations · 1 month ago

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Heart on the Market (ONGOING SERIES) Chapter 2

WARNING: This series will include; NSFW, dead dove, reader is a serial killer, black market possible inaccurate historical slang and fashion, gore, alcohol, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), perversive thoughts, nonconsensual drugging, gaslighting, possibly more to add.

Inaccurate canon-timeline and setting (Ashley doesn't exist). Modern AU.

Incest is not Wincest.

Andrew Graves x Old school! Serial killer! Fem! Reader

Wordcount: 6,600+ words

Chapters: Chapter 1, current chapter, chapter 3, chapter 4 (in the works)

You grabbed rags from your closet and wet them, using soap and water as you scrubbed the apartment’s carpeted floors stained with blood.

You occasionally kept an eye on Andrew’s apartment door, finding that he hasn’t stepped out of his apartment yet.

He must’ve decided on not working tonight. You thought.

Good. It’ll make it easier to supervise him. He won’t blabber to an unsuspecting customer or call the police on the gas station’s phone and have a SWAT team break into your home.

You couldn’t kill Andrew. The Manson Murderer has never directly targeted someone, so a murder inside of a random apartment complex would be extremely suspicious considering all of the murders were unsuspecting night folk outside.

Having a crime scene inside of your home would be too suspicious, and it would prevent you from sneaking back into the apartments at 3 AM if there’s police stationed outside. If the murders noticeably decrease, the police will know that they’re hot on the murderer’s trail inside of the apartment complex, putting you at serious risk.

So your best chance was seduction, but even you're not sure how long you can keep that up. It was absolutely nauseating kissing a guy you've barely known. Revolting having to shove your tongue down his throat knowing you're not his wife or even courting him.

You shivered and shook your head, getting goosebumps just as the thought of premarital intimacy, focusing your attention to dumping the rag in your bucket of water, wringing it out and scrubbing more of the blood off the carpet.

Of course the bag rips… You thought, groaning. This new age cutting corners in production to save a few bucks.

You got up from the floor, looking at your handiwork.

It’s not the worst, but it’ll save you for now. Besides, it’s not like you’ll just have some random dude with a UV light wandering the halls spraying luminal on the ground to cause a chemiluminescence reaction once it detects hemoglobin found in a person’s DNA… Yeah, that would never happen.

Even still, hydrogen peroxide wouldn’t work on the carpet; not only would it stain the carpet and cause suspicion, but it’s really not guaranteed to 100% remove the DNA, only damage it a little. It’s not like that matters anyways, crime scene investigators don’t need blood to understand where exactly a crime scene happened or how it played out; it’s just a piece of evidence after all.

Besides, with this new technology they’re developing, they’ll eventually be able to detect old DNA particles using eDNA machines that will extract the DNA from the air itself. Pretty spooky to know how far technology will come.

Damn scientists and their new machines… You grimaced, annoyed as you walked back into your apartment with your bucket.

But for now, that technology doesn’t exist, and your apartment has no cameras, so you'll simply just keep on killing.

You entered your apartment and rummaged through your bathroom cabinets, finding old containers of floss you got from the dentist. You stole the floss from the containers, tying them together to make a large string and grabbed a bell from your arts and crafts box inside your room.

You tied the bell on one end of the floss string, adding multiple knots to make sure it was secured, then walked out of your apartment, tying the other end of the floss string onto Andrew’s door knob. You walked back into your room and closed the door, placing the bell onto the floor.

If Andrew opens his door, the bell will move with the door and ring, signaling to you Andrew has left his apartment. That way, he can’t escape.

So far, you’ll just have to trust he hasn’t called the police.

You walked into your kitchen, grabbing ingredients out of your fridge.

It’ll be a quick meal, you don't want to leave Andrew alone for too long. You have plans after all.

You grabbed butter and chicken breasts from your fridge. You placed the butter in a large saucepan and heated it, cutting up the chicken breasts into bite-sized pieces with a knife and cutting board. You cooked the chicken in the butter, adding a generous helping of Cajun seasoning.

You grabbed a pot and filled it with water, adding a tablespoon of salt and letting it boil, before dumping some Alfredo noodles into the boiling water.

You put the cooked chicken on a plate and set it to the side, grabbing heavy cream and an aged Parmesan from your fridge. You poured the bottle of heavy cream into the saucepan to start cooking, then you grated the cheese. You threw the cheese into the sauce a handful at time, waiting for it to melt before doing another handful.

Once the sauce was ready, you placed the chicken back into the pan, adding a bit more Cajun seasoning. You grabbed the cooked noodles and strained them, adding them into the sauce. You grabbed two bowls and scooped some of the Chicken Alfredo into the bowls, and finished it with grated Parmesan on both.

You grabbed a fork and put it on the right side of the bowl. Then you grabbed Rohypnol (a tasteless, odorless sleeping drug commonly used for date-rapes) from your medicine cabinet, grabbing a plastic bag and chopping it up into fine powder.

You grabbed a handful and dashed it on the bowl without a fork, letting the medicine blend in as cheese, then washed your hands good to get rid of any residue. You grabbed a fork and placed it on the left side of the bowl, grabbing your bowl in your right hand, and Andrew’s drugged bowl in your left hand.

You carefully opened your front door, closing it behind you. You set the bowls down on the ground for a moment, grabbing a bobby pin from your hair.

Your father taught you how to open just about any lock using a bobby pin, so you're rather good with it. It’s a nice skill to have to keep the family tradition alive.

You peeked into the room carefully, seeing all the lights were out, although there was a dim white light illuminating the living room.

Silly boy. He thought he could turn off the lights and act like he wasn’t home! You smiled, stifling a giggle.

You crept into the apartment and closed the door behind you, locking it.

Not even a bullock on his door, or even a sliding lock at that. Shows how much he cares about security… You thought, mentally rolling your eyes as you placed the bowls of food on the nearby counter.

The only useful technology that exists, and he doesn't even use it!

You walked into the living room, appearing behind him and reaching for the lamp on his side table, flicking it on.

“Ah!” Andrew yelped, startled.

He whirled his head around to look at you, his eyes widened as he gulped, caught in the act.

There was a computer on his living room table, open with an article of the Manson Murderer. There was a notepad next to him, black ink messily scribbled writing notes to try and string the Manson Murderer to you.

Is he leaving notes for when he’s dead?

“Oh! Now, now!” You smiled, snatching the notebook from him. “Good boys don’t snitch. I have a few friends that’ll stitch that big ol’ trap of yours if you don’t keep it shut.”

“H-hey!” Andrew gasped, a blush spreading across his face, ignoring the pet name as he tried to reach for his notebook.

“Hands to yourself, darling.” You hummed, taking a few steps away, grabbing a lighter from your purse and lighting the paper on fire.

You placed the paper on the ground, ignoring Andrew's surprised face and watching as he stood up and ran into the kitchen for a cup of water.

You smiled, shaking your head and giggling as he left. The notebook was small and already reduced into a pile of black burning ashes, a flame licking the top. You pressed your heel onto the small flame, denying the fire of oxygen as you smushed your foot left and right.

“See? Small fires like these can easily just be stomped out, as long as you’re not wearing anything flammable that is.” You smiled, as if teaching a dog. “By the time you would’ve grabbed water, the unsupervised fire could’ve grown and the whole room would be set aflame!”

“W-what… What are you doing here again?” Andrew questioned. “Have you come back to finish the job?”

“Finish? Oh, I don’t look to finish you! Not in the way you’re thinking, at least.” You purred playfully, stepping over the pile of ashes and walking closer to Andrew.

Andrew leaned back as you got into his space, your body leaning towards his. You smirked as he looked down at you, nervous before you glided past him.

You picked up his laptop from his coffee table, going to his search history and deleting all the information he was trying to look up of you and the Manson Murderer.

Your eyes paused at a few links an hour ago moments after your first visit, before you looked up at him and smirked.

“Huh… ‘(Hair color) (eye color) porn actresses with soft lips?’ Rings a bell…” You teased, before placing the laptop back down onto the coffee table.

“T-that’s not what you’re thinking of! That’s just coincidence!” Andrew blurted out, nervous as he snatched the laptop up, cradling it to his chest defensively.

“I just meant that one famous actress.” You hummed. “Ya know, in every new movie now.”

“Right…” Andrew muttered.

“Of course, only in the movies cause they’re hot though.” You hummed. “Although, movies are so evil, don’t you think? I prefer seeing plays and reading books; there’s just no passion in money.”

“Uh, yeah…” Andrew nodded.

The last play he went to was his own kindergarten musical; his role was a tree.

“It’s only looks that put you at the top. Like Rachel Welch.” You hummed. “Only in movies for sex appeal, but that’s every woman in Hollywood now.” You tutted, crossing your arms.

Andrew looked away from you, feeling a bit called out.

Sure, it’s nice to engage in some eye candy when it’s on the screen, but it’s pretty annoying if you’re not watching a romance or a slapstick/chickflick.

Modern examples of sex appeal would be Megan Fox or Jennifer Lopez; they’re pretty but man do they not bring anything else to the table.

But hey, Hollywood is Hollywood. Everyone’s holly jolly with some money in their pockets.

“It must suck though, practically signing away their rights. Surrounded by paparazzi and the societal standards of what a good actor and celebrity is.” Andrew spoke thoughtfully.

“Well, I suppose everything has consequences. It’s a matter of outweighing the pros and cons. Most enter that career wanting that attention and fame until they realize what it actually means; crazed fans with parasocial relationships and all...” You hummed. “But I didn’t come here to talk with you about that.”

You smiled, walking back to the counter. You grabbed the bowls you left, holding your bowl with the fork on the right side. You held it and gave Andrew his drugged bowl.

“Here. Dinner.” You spoke, not much of an offer as you shoved the bowl into his chest for him to take.

“And how do I know this isn’t—“

“Poisoned?” You questioned, cutting Andrew off. “Oh golly no! Are you really that afraid of me?”

“Yes.” Andrew grumbled, looking at you unamused. “Considering you drug a dead man through the hallways and into my home.”

“Hm? Oh, I don’t recall.” You hummed, grabbing your fork and a piece of pasta.

“Like Hell you don’t—“ You shoved your food into Andrew’s mouth, almost choking him as he shut up and chewed.

“That’s not a nice word, you know. Can’t you show manners? Swallow down that attitude of yours.” You spoke, removing the fork from his mouth.

He was going to argue, but the food wasn’t bad, so he shut up and kept chewing until he swallowed.

“It’s… not bad…” Andrew muttered.

“It better not! It’s rude to say so after I spent the time cooking it for you!” You huffed.

“For me?” Andrew questioned, surprised as he looked at you with suspicion.

“Consider it a truce.” You smiled, putting the same fork that was in Andrew’s mouth into your mouth.

Andrew stared at you as you ate, watching before he sighed, picking up his fork and eating.

“So, you have a girlfriend?” You questioned.

“Excuse me?” Andrew questioned, looking up at you.

“I assume not considering you watch a lot of X-rated videos.” You hummed.

“Could you not while I’m eating?” Andrew groaned, embarrassed as his face turned pink.

“So?” You questioned.

“Why’s it matter to you?” Andrew grumbled.

“To see if you’re available.” You smiled.

Andrew gulped, swallowing his meal nervously as he looked at you with hesitancy.

“If it helps, I’m celibate.” You added. “Not for religion, but morals.”

“J-Jesus! I didn’t need to know that!” Andrew exclaimed, his blush worsening at your words, just thinking about it.

A virgin? Possibly every man’s wet dream if he’s got a corruption kink.

Something Andrew does indeed have.

“Now? Do you?” you questioned, scooting closer to him, their legs now touching.

“Yeah, okay? I’m single…” Andrew grumbled, avoiding your eyes.

It’s not like he hasn’t been pursued before, but he just never saw the interest in dating; at least not until after college. Middle and high school relationships end fast over stupid reasons, besides, it’s just fake dating. How can you date and not go out together outside of school?

Besides, it’s all just hormones and horniness… a feeling Andrew often struggles with by himself.

Andrew tried to scoot away, but you quickly followed and pressed yourself back against his side, repeating the process until he was flushed against the armrest and couldn’t move any further.

“Come on, eat more! I made it for you after all. Don't be mean!” you spoke.

“I can’t eat if you don’t give me space to raise my arm.” Andrew huffed, annoyed at you rushing him before he took another bite.

“So, what do you feel about moving in with me?” you questioned.

“No.” Andrew responded quickly.

“Why not?” you frowned.

“I’m not getting arrested for being an accessory to murder or a murder accomplice.” Andrew spoke.

“But it’s not technically a murder accomplice if you don’t help me kill.” You pointed out.

“However, I know that you’re a murderer and I didn’t tell the police therefore they’ll arrest me.” Andrew huffed.

“I can stop whenever I want.” You hummed. “I can stop if you move in.”

“Yeah, right.” Andrew scoffed, annoyed as he shoveled more food into his mouth.

“Come on, I can be good!” you pleaded, placing your hand on his arm.

“Stop that!” Andrew huffed.

You wanted to try and convince him more with a kiss, but you were a bit worried if the Rohypnol would affect you if it’s in his mouth, so you didn’t risk it.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Andrew questioned, irritated.

“Let’s watch a movie instead!” you spoke, trying to distract him.

“No!” Andrew hissed, watching as you grabbed his TV remote and turned the TV on. “Leave my apartment!”

“No!” you huffed, using your arms to wrap around his arm, and wrapped your legs around his torso, clinging onto his side like a koala.

“What’s with you? You’re like a damn koala!” Andrew hissed, trying to pry you off.

“Just let me stay with you!” you whined, starting to get whiny and desperate to stay.

All you have to do is buy enough time for that Rohypnol to kick in.

Andrew heard your whines, his face feeling flushed as a pit of heat formed in his stomach.

“Jesus. Are you touch-starved? Lonely or something?” Andrew commented, annoyed.

“If I say yes will you let me stay?” you questioned, looking up at him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Andrew looked down your pleading face, the expression too much as he felt himself getting worked up.

“Only a movie…” he grumbled, adverting his gaze to the TV so he wouldn’t feel worse.

He can't believe you're actually convincing him. He must be stupid or desperate for a good lay.

You smiled, proud as you placed your bowl on the coffee table, wrapping your arms around Andrew’s torso, forcing him to stay with you as you nuzzled your head against his chest.

Andrew grimaced, before sighing, draping his arm around your shoulder half-heartedly. He watched as you put on some stupid movie of a boy who wants to be an artist. “A Dog of Flanders” or something like that… Some old movie.

The movie was boring and he could feel himself falling asleep, but he didn’t want to sleep in case you tried to steal his kidney or whatever weird shit you're into.

But he couldn’t help it as he slipped unconscious, his head falling to rest on his shoulder awkwardly. You felt his heartbeat soften as you rested on his chest, waiting until the sad part of the movie came.

You turned the movie off before something bad could happen to Patrasche (the boy’s dog in the movie).

You got up from the couch, looking at Andrew to make sure he was still asleep before you opened up his front door. You looked down the hallway to make sure nobody was coming, then opened your front door. You walked back and grabbed Andrew’s collar, dragging him off the couch and into your apartment.

You left Andrew inside your living room, then shut the door. You let out a sigh, checking the time.

2 AM.

Good. Nobody should be walking down the apartments at anytime, so it should be fine for you to spend the next hour packing Andrew’s stuff and moving him in.

You grabbed some rope from your secret drawer in your room, tying Andrew up in case he wakes up (though, you doubt it considering he was drugged, not passed out).

Andrew may be lonely, but you doubt he’s lonely enough to just live with a killer. Manipulation is best, but you just have to try and think of a good way to keep him under control.

You could always use an accomplice…

Nonetheless, you brainstormed ideas as you moved Andrew’s clothes and small belongings into your home, starting to create your perfect scene.

A few tries of reorganizing furniture and stuffing his clothes into your closet and drawers to make it look like he’s always lived here and you succeeded. You added his bath products into your bathroom, along with his hairbrush and toothbrush. You snatched some foods from his pantry and added it to yours, hoping the sight of familiar foods would make it look more like home.

Last, but not least, you fed your cat Georgia.

What? It’s a cute name, and Georgia reminds you of peaches since it’s the state fruit, which is oddly cute…

Georgia was a cat you adopted from the pet shelter you volunteer at. Originally, you only volunteered so you can maintain a good reputation in case of any suspicion against you (like that would ever happen though, you’re a professional).

A few months of volunteering at the shelter, you eventually grew an attachment to the brown ragamuffin cat. She had the sass of a gossipy Southern aunt, hence the name of the Southern state Georgia.

Georgia was an outside cat though, preferring to roam the streets and go on adventures rather than be cramped in a small room. You can’t blame her—it’s probably boring as a cat napping and shitting in litter all the time.

You kept your window open for Georgia to crawl in and get her food. Now onto more pressing matters…

You grabbed some pajamas you took from Andrew’s wardrobe, a simple white T-shirt and grey sweatpants.

You stripped him of his clothing, glancing over and making a mental note of his large, well-endowed package.

It’s a fact you’ll need to know later. You justified to yourself as you clothed him with his pajamas.

After dressing him to looking like he had been taking a planned slumber, you dragged him into your room and plopped him down on your king-sized bed (ah, the perks of being a middle-class citizen).

You tucked him in before smiling, satisfied with the perfect scene you’d set up for Andrew.

Step one: completed.

Now with that out of the way, you needed to focus on the dead body. You opened the body bag that still rested in your apartment, placing the man in the kitchen where the tile was. You picked him up (with a struggle) and got him onto your kitchen counter. Luckily, he didn’t bleed much thanks to the dried blood on his slit neck, but there were still blood splatters on your counter nonetheless.

First, you checked for any belongings. A phone to make sure there wasn’t a tracker, a wallet for identification (and money), and any valuable items such as a ring to not only see if he was married and someone would be looking for him, but to also sell.

What? Money is money.

After grabbing what you wanted, you maneuvered his body so that his head was hanging over the kitchen sink. You carefully, with delicacy and grace, proceeded to make incisions into the crow feet of the male’s skin, using a scalpel to unfold the layers of thin skin and muscle with ease.

Once reaching the bone, you used a handheld bone saw and proceeded to carefully cut small triangles into the bone, making holes. You grabbed some forceps and your scalpel, cutting off the optic nerves and severing them from the eyeballs.

You tilted the dead man’s head forward, catching the squishy eyeballs and delicately placing them in a jar of UW solution so they could be preserved.

Now with claiming your trophy, you had to get to business. You spent hours in the dead of night making careful incisions and cuts, grabbing organs, bone marrow, certain body parts; all valuable in the black market as you plucked them out like a bird would to a worm in the ground.

Preserving all the organs inside different jars of UW liquid, you finally finished dissecting your little money-making machine. You grave your laptop and emailed some colleagues of yours, telling them of your new stock. You emailed your cleaner, setting up a time tomorrow to rid the body before it’ll start to decompose and smell.

You placed the rest of the dead male’s body in a bag, and another bag, and another bag; triple-bagging him like goods at a grocery store, making sure no leaks or spills would happen to the body.

You left him there in the living room, cleaning up your mess in the kitchen and storing the jars in boxes to package up later. You didn’t pack the jar of eyes though, oh no, that was your trophy.

You went to your bedroom and placed the jar to join your collection. The door leading to a small closet in your room was filled with shelves of peering, preserved optic orbs instead of your favorite shirt. It was a collection of your kills, trophies you rightfully earned whilst purifying the world.

You shut the closet door and looked over at Andrew sleeping on your bed. You turned your eyes to look at the clock, letting out a sigh.

6 A.M.

You haven’t even had any sleep yet. Being a serial killer is hard work, but you have bills to pay and dresses to buy.

You grabbed Andrew’s laptop you stole, exiting out of the many porn tabs where the female actress looked like you. You opened his emails and wrote an email to your landlord, impersonating as Andrew and explaining that "he" will be moving in (Y/N)’s apartment and dropping the keys off at the lobby for them to pick up in the morning, so to put his apartment on sale and take his name off it.

You finished with the living situation and now it was time to shower for bed (finally). You grabbed one of Andrew’s sweatshirts and a pair of panties and pajama shorts, walking to the bathroom to shower.

You rid yourself of all the blood from that dead man. The dirt from dragging him through it. Sweat from running around the diner and carrying limp bodies around. And tears from laughing at just how smart you were.

Yet again, you got away with it. It’s to be expected, murdering people runs in your family after all.

You got dressed in your new sleepwear from now on. Usually you’ll wear a silk nightgown, but with Andrew here, it’s best to wear his clothes every now and then to establish a sense of familiarity between the two of you.

You put your hair in stay-in hair rollers to sleep in. You applied lotion on your face and body, brushing your teeth before calling it a night.

You walked into your bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind you. Turning off the lights, you climbed into bed with Andrew, burying your head into his chest and wrapping your arms around his unconscious body.

You snatched his phone, scooting closer to him and propping his head onto your chest. You unlocked his phone with his thumb, taking a picture of the two of you and saving it as his phone screen.

You put his phone on the charger, pushing him away from you before settling down to sleep.

You sat in a bathtub, the water pure red as you relaxed. You washed your skin and your hair, letting the crimson water soak into your body.

Today was your special day. It was your wedding day.

You were getting married to your high school sweetheart, Judah Mot. He was a dashing transfer student from Europe, with gorgeous tan skin, piercing blue eyes, and golden hair gifted from angels. His voice might as well been its own sacred hymn, and his body was one the Greeks used to carve into marble.

The epitome of the perfect man.

Or so you thought.

You sang a soft hum, enjoying the vinyl's soft static of your phonograph's needle softly scrapping against the disc's grooves, creating that peaceful static you could honestly listen to just by itself. You listened to Doris Shore's song "A Guy is a Guy,” humming as you rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.

”Little one?” your mother knocks on the door, “Will you be out soon? Your dress is ready, and all the bridesmaids are so excited to see you.”

”Yes, mama.” You hummed.

“Make haste now, child. The groom is waiting.” Your mother spoke, before her heels clicked away.

You got up from your red bath, smelling of roses from your bath bomb. You rinsed with the shower head to rid any debris of the bath bomb on you, then proceeded to dry off.

You grabbed a white bra and panties, putting them on before exiting the bathroom. Your mother and soon-to-be mother-in-law helped you put on the dress that your mother-in-law chose.

It was beautiful. While it wasn’t completely your style, having an itchy top with no barrier to protect the lace from rubbing against your skin, it was tradition for the mother-in-law to choose the dress. You didn’t mind much, at least the tulle skirt was pretty and comfy, enough so you can walk without tripping.

You put on your dress, letting your five sisters put your hair into a braided bun. You put on the white high heels your mother-in-law provided, smiling as she gave you a necklace.

”I wore this necklace on my wedding day. I was going to give this to my daughter, but I was never blessed with one.” She explained. “Until now, that is.” She spoke, putting a lovely silver necklace onto your neck.

“Thank you, mother.” You smiled.

Your sister tried to put blush on your face, but you stopped her.

“Oh, please. No makeup except the red lipstick. I know that it’ll get ruined later.” You spoke politely.

“From crying of joy?” your sister giggled.

”Precisely.” You smiled.

Your sister put on the lipstick you request, and then you were escorted with your family and mother-in-law to a white limousine. The limousine had red leather seats, black carpet, and some white grape juice (non-alcoholic, per your request).

You engaged in small conversation until the limousine stopped at your destination. Your sisters opened the door for you, your mother-in-law stepping out to help you out of the car.

You were faced with a walkway, wedding music playing as you looked around. There were folding chairs in aisles, leaving space for the walkway, the chairs filled with your family and groom’s family. There was a table with deserts that you will certainly be exploring later. And your father was here, smiling at you as he stood by the limousine door.

He held out his arm, waiting for you to hook your arm, to which you did. You smiled, watching as your niece walked down the aisle with a basket of white petals, dropping them on the ground. They got seated, and it was your time to shine.

You walked down the aisle with your father, feeling all the eyes on you, as all should on your special day. You locked eyes with Judah, happy as you walked to the groom.

Your father took his seat next to your mother as you stood in front of Judah, smiling. Your brother, a priest, was the officiator for the wedding, holding the (L/N)’s family vows in his hand. He smiled at you, watching as you joined with the groom.

You gave vows, just short and sweet ones. Sickness and health, blah, blah, blah. Get on with it so you can get to the fun part.

You exchanged vows and watched one of your little nephews come up with the rings, being the ring bearer as he held up his hands with the rings.

You took the ring and put it on Judah’s right hand. He looked at you, confused. Why didn’t you put the ring on his left hand, closest to his heart? You gave a reassuring smile, saying to trust you. You held right hand up for him to put your ring on.

“Do you, Judah Mot, take (Y/N) (L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?” your brother questioned.

“I do.” Judah answered.

”And do you, (Y/N) (L/N), take Judah Mot to be your lawfully wedded husband?” your brother questioned.

“I do not.” You smiled.

Judah’s smile dropped, surprised. “W-what?”

“When you all came in today, you received a quiz of the bride and groom. It came with questions. 'What’s the bride’s favorite color?’ ‘What is the groom’s favorite TV show’ and one question: Who does the groom love?” you spoke.

”(Y/N), now is not the time to be talking about the wedding activities! You just rejected—“

“It’s Delilah.” You answered. “Judah loves Delilah, my best friend.”

Some gasps played out in the audience, but your family members didn’t look surprised. It was if they knew, because you told them. You told them when you saw his eyes stop showing that love and compassion you fell in love with back in high school.

His eyes held nothing now; but when they looked at her, they lit up. You could deal with a broken heart, you can deal with a breakup; but there’s no broken heart in infidelity. In fact, you felt glad.

Glad to see Judah for what he really is, just another piece of meat that fell victim to you. Glad to see your best friend, one who had been with you since middle school and supporting your relationship since the beginning, was nothing more than a home-wrecking skank.

Stay away from what doesn’t belong to you.

“For our first activity tonight, I’d like to begin the hunt.” You smiled.

This island was yours—your family’s. You had private jets to escort all of Judah’s family members for the trip out here. There was no cell service out here, not on a literal island. You told the private jets to accept no passengers in or out for 48 hours. Thanks to the private jets escorting Judah’s family out here, they have no idea where they are, so they were never able to tell anyone a location for where they’re heading; meaning they’ll just drop off the radar. Everyone was isolated, including you and your own family.

Perfect.

“Every family member of the groom has one hour to find a place to hide, or try to run, before you die. The hunt will last for 48 hours.” You explained.

He was the groom, but he was never your groom.

You walked to the desert table, picking up a delicious red raspberry macaroon, taking a bite.

“May the odds and your Gods ever be in your favor.” You smiled.

Your father pulled out a chainsaw from under the dessert table, revving it to start the game. You lifted a silver lid to reveal a 9mm, shooting your husband in the head.

Everyone panicked, getting down on the ground, rushing for cover, pushing each other to the ground, anything to hide from the stray bullets, the chainsaws, the machetes.

You smashed someone’s face in with your heel, watching as blood stained your dress. And you laughed. You laughed till you cried tears of joy, and thank God you didn’t wear a heavy amount of makeup to ruin your beaming face.

You smiled, making eye contact with Delilah as she hid behind a tree. She saw you and ran, but you smiled, holding up your gun and aiming, before shooting for the kill.

Oh, what a romantic day it was.

You had woken up first, you always wake up early, even if you go to bed late. It’s important to keep a routine, even if you’re a killer.

You woke up at 10 AM, but stayed in bed till 12 PM, when Andrew finally woke up. You pretended to be sleeping, still buried in his chest.

When Andrew stirred, groggy and a bit woozy, still seeming to be affected by those drugs you gave him. He finally opened his eyes, confused on where he was and why he was here.

“The fuck…?” was the first thing he muttered, followed by him jumping, “(Y/N)?!”

You pretended to wake up upon hearing him, letting out a tired moan before opening your eyes.

“Mhm?” you hummed, your eyes glancing to Andrew before smiling. “Good morning, my love.”

“What am… why am I—(Y/N)!” Andrew huffed, pissed off, confused, scared. “What the hell?”

“Language.” You frowned. “What are you talking about, dear? Did you have another nightmare?”

“I don’t have nightmares. I’m a man.” Andrew quickly retorted with a frown, before shaking his head, pushing you off his chest. “N-no! You’re distracting me! You killed that man!”

”We killed him.” You hummed, speaking as if it was natural.

”You did.” Andrew rebutted, frowning.

“Dear, get up.” You sighed, sitting up.

Andrew reluctantly got up, cautious as he stood near the door. You got up, Andrew taking notice of your attire.

“Take off my shirt.” He huffed.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” You quickly spoke. “Besides, I always wear it. What’s with you?”

“You don’t always wear it! It’s mine.” Andrew huffed, before looking around the room.

His poster of his favorite game was hung up. His pants and belt were on the floor, left lazily scattered on the ground like he owned the place. His shoes were by the bed. His wallet and phone were on his bed stand, unlocking it to reveal a photo of Andrew sleeping on your chest.

“What?” Andrew questioned, confused. “What’d you do to my screen saver.”

“Jeez, hon…” you sighed, pretending to be tired with the conversation and “accusations” already. “Is this about your nightmares again?”

“I already told you, I don’t have nightmares!” Andrew huffed.

“I mean the dreams, or memories, you get of when you were living alone. Without me.” You spoke, resting your head on your palm, watching his meltdown as he tried to decide if this was real or not.

“You’re tricking me! You’re—“

You shut him up with a kiss, pressing your lips onto his lips as you placed your hands onto his cheeks.

It was annoying having to kiss a man so damn much, and you almost felt repulsed having to kiss this damn-near stranger again and again; but you had to keep the act up. You couldn’t just let him run off.

You have to drag him down with you.

“W-what was that for?” Andrew inquired, confusion and a small tint of red visible on his face.

“I can’t kiss my fiancé?” you tilted your head, smiling.

“F-fiancé?” Andrew questioned, surprised.

“Duh.” You smiled, rolling your eyes. “You’re the one that proposed, dummy. We’re saving up for engagement rings though.”

Andrew frowned, looking at his finger. He didn’t have a ring, but it checks out considering you said they were saving money for rings.

“Now, come on.” You smiled. “Get up. We have work to do today!”

Andrew got up from the bed, hesitant as he looked at you. He sighed, getting up from the bed. You watched with a smile as he moved his way to the closet, opening it and letting out a short scream.

“What the fuck?!” he shouted, his eyes meeting dozens of others entrapped in jars.

“Love?” you questioned, feigning ignorance as you ‘wondered’ why he was frightened.

“What is this shit?!” Andrew questioned, holding a jar up to show you, before quickly grimacing and putting it back down on the shelf when the eyes rolled to him.

“Um, my trophy collection?” you scoffed, offended, before quickly correcting yourself. “It’s our collection, duh?”

“No, no. It’s not mine. I didn’t do any of it!”

“Andrew!” you huffed, standing up from the bed. “You know, I’m really not liking your attitude. I understand you have dreams and sometimes mix them with reality, but Andrew you need to stop acting crazy.”

“Crazy?!” Andrew exclaimed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Me?! Crazy? Woman, there are eyeballs in your closet!”

“And?” you retorted, crossing your arms.

“It’s gross! And immoral!” Andrew groaned.

“Please, you’re not a saint yourself.” You rolled your eyes. “Andrew, you promised when you proposed that you’d join my family’s business. If you’re proposing to leaving me, or telling about the business, you’ll be another body bag in the morgue.”

“B-but—“ Andrew stammered, utterly confused and possibly even starting to doubt it.

Did he really ask her for her hand? Did he really kill someone? Kill more than one?

“You better be dressed when you get into the kitchen. I’m going to get dressed and cook breakfast.” You chirped, a smile on your face before you walked to the bathroom to get your clothes inside of your walk-in closet.

You wore a cute black and white polka dot dress, wearing some shorts underneath and pairing it with black Mary Jane flats.

You undid your hair curls, brushing out your hair to show your perfect curls. You applied hair spray to keep it in place, and put on your signature red lipstick.

You exited your bathroom to see Andrew sitting down on the bed, staring at you with a blank expression. He met your eyes and smiled, standing up.

“So...dear?” he spoke, almost as if he was questioning it as he walked over to you. “Take off your clothes and prove it." He smirked, pinning you down to the mattress.

...What?

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senseichaos · 1 year ago

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IMAGINE:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Andrew?"

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

But perhaps he'd come rolling back.

He would, right?

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julysn · 2 months ago

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you're such a crazy love, you tear me in two

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc (i forgot everything i knew about the game), no incest, ashley mentioned yet she isn’t there, oral, penetration, risky + quiet sex, usage of y/n, couch sex, ashley is sleeping nearby, he rubs your clit, kind-of dominant?

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ Ashley’s a heavy sleeper. She can sleep through anything. But can she sleep through her beloved brother having sex with his girlfriend? [ao3]

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈ 1800

𝓢hip ⋆ Andrew Graves x Fem!Reader

𝓝otes ⋆ title from i was made for dancin - leif garrett.

i havent written smut in a while so apologies if this is absolutely horrendous </3 i tried…

going back to my roots! a lot of my followers are here from my tcoaal work so surprise :3 here ya go

“You sure she’ll stay asleep?” You asked tentatively, one finger lazily swirling around the slight bulge in Andrew’s jeans as you sat beside him on the couch, the thought of Ashley catching the both of you in the act as arousing as ever. It wasn't that he wanted her to join or anything, no, never, but doing something as intimate as this in such a risky situation caused blood to rush down to his groin.

You glanced over at the closed bedroom, the sound of her soft snores audible through the wooden door as Andrew let out a husky chuckle, voice as husky as ever, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “She won’t. You’ll be quiet, right?”

“... Right.” You reassured him, slipping off the couch and positioning yourself in between his spread legs. You kneeled before him, head tilted upwards just to make eye contact, head tilted upwards to watch the satisfaction grow in his eyes.

You nervously unzipped his pants, hands gently tugging them down to his knees. His oh-so-piercing gaze continued to follow your movements at all times, causing you yourself to get weak in your own knees as his boxers were finally pulled down.

Andrew’s cock stood tall and erect, hard as a brick as the moonlight shining through the blinds helped illuminate the veins that graced his shaft. His member looked as irresistible as ever, tip glistening with precum.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, beginning to stroke him up and down as he threw his head back in ecstasy and pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle any moans that your ministrations would cause. You watched almost teasingly as the look in his eyes shifted to pure pleasure and pure pleasure alone.

You cocked your head to the side, pressing teasing kisses to his tip, watching as pre-cum dribbled out and down, acting as a natural lubricant as it began to stain itself onto your fingers.

“Fuck-!” Andrew gasped out, panting as pearls of sweat began to bead together on his hairline and forehead. He watched, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you tormented him with your painfully slow movements. He wanted, no, he needed to see his dick in your mouth.

“Goddammit, just, let me-” He completely caught you off guard as he suddenly placed a hand in your hair, fingers wrapping around the strands and gripping it gently as he pulled your face closer to his cock. You gasp, your soft lips parted, the perfect distance for him to slide it in..

So you nodded.

Slowly, yet not as slow as you had stroked him just seconds before, he slid his member into your mouth, watching as you took it all in, watching as your lips wrapped around his shaft, watching as you stared up at him with a sultry gaze, seeking approval.

"Good, baby.” The pet name slips from his lips like butter, his smooth voice sending shivers down your spine. He shifts a little, making himself even more comfortable on the couch, shooting a glance at the closed door that separated the two of you from Ashley. God knows what would happen if she figured out what was happening, hell, she'd freak out if she even saw the two of you cuddling earlier.

You begin to bop your head back and forth, a speed slow yet quick enough to continue his arousal, using your tongue to mark him with your saliva, using your tongue to lead him to his climax, being the steps he needed to reach the peak of satisfaction. Your hand comes up to gently massage his thigh, your tender touch a huge contrast from the pleasure you were currently giving him.

Andrew's head reels back against the soft cushion of the couch, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he shakily presses the palm of his hand to his mouth. His soft, deep groans muffled against his skin, his free hand finding its way into your hair and gently gripping its silky strands, nothing but lechery in his eyes.

“I'm getting close..”

His warning only serves as motivation, giving you the encouragement that you honestly didn't need to continue with your ministrations. His hand tugs away at your hair, pulling you back and forth, cold hands helping you in your act of indecency.

Your tongue laps up each and every inch of his penis, the flavor of him becoming engraved into your mind. You can feel him begin to tense up, doing his best to muffle his groans, that task becoming exponentially harder with each and every second that passed.

“Fuck! Y/N, I'm gonna-”

Before Andrew can even finish his sentence, his warmth fills your mouth, pumps of semen flowing down your throat as you eagerly swallow every drop. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the glory of being able to bring him to his climax, pulling off of his cock with a soft pop.

He's still as erect as ever, his shaft standing tall and mighty against his pale waist. His hands let go of your head, grabbing ahold of your hips and tugging your panties down to the floor. Your clit glistened under the moonlight, and even in the dim lighting, you were still as gorgeous as could be.

With one look, you share a mutual understanding, no words needed to convey the desire that the both of you felt in that very moment. You climb onto the couch and slide onto his lap, sitting gracefully as his cock pressed up against your skin.

Andrew leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, tilting his head to the side to let his tongue enter your mouth. You moan, eyes fluttering shut as your lips part to allow his invasion. You feel him exploring, trying to feel and memorize every crevice within, the two of you battling in a war for dominance and control.

One hand slides away from your waist and onto your clit, fingers rubbing against the wetness that began to pool down there. You quiver, shaking a little, head falling back as the sensation becomes so otherworldly, so good, so good you couldn't put it into words.

You pull back from the kiss and bury your head into his shoulder to muffle your gasps and moans, your eyes squeezed shut as he rubs his fingers against you.

"Close, baby?” He asks, voice husky and tone full of sensuality. His voice is so quiet, so very quiet, so quiet you almost couldn't catch his words.

"S-so close..” You mumble, desperate to muffle your moans, afraid Ashley would wake up from her slumber and go batshit crazy on the two of you. You become so desperate, so, so desperate that your teeth sink into the fabric of his shirt while you begin to press into him.

Just as you were crawling closer to the edge of heaven, just as you almost hiked up to the peak of your climax, just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he pulls his fingers back, effectively edging you as he brings them up to his lips. You sit back up and watch as he sucks your wetness off of his fingers, disappointment evident in your expression.

Andrew notices your face and laughs, placing his hands on your waist and guiding you onto his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels you wrapped around him. He begins to help you move back and forth, your hips rocking back and forth and making him hit all of the best spots.

Pleasure courses through your veins, the only thing you can truly feel in times like this, the comfortablilty of his lap and his tender touches only serving to make you feel even better.

You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, palm concealing your moans of pleasure as his hands guided your movements to be faster, quickler, stronger, better.

Andrew's filling you to the brim, slowly beginning to thrust upward to match your movement, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out again. His movements are precise, not too fast to hurt yet not too slow to annoy you, focused completely on leading the two of you to orgasm.

He begins to lean in, his movements slow and precise, almost as if he was tormenting you,, teasing you with a possible kiss.

You impatiently smash your lips against his, tilting your head to give him better access to your mouth, your tongue swirling around and finally exploring the crevices within.

He pants, pleasure pumping throughout his veins, ecstasy asserting dominance over all of his other emotions, his hips bucking into yours fiercely. Beads of sweat jewel on his forehead, dripping down his skin. He slides in and out with increasing speed, the edge of heaven just over the horizon.

Andrew plunges deeper and deeper into you with every thrust, his fingers digging into your skin. You break away from the messy kiss and bury your face back into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him to keep yourself stable. One wrong sound, one wrong move, one accidental moan and Ashley was sure to find you. You couldn't let that happen.

He's tensing up, his back beginning to arch, the task of being quiet almost impossible. He was so close to climax, so close to finally releasing.

"God.. Y/N, I'm about to…” He gets interrupted yet again, his orgasm cutting his sentence off as he lets himself go, biting his lip and tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His cum shoots inside of you, a few weak thrusts pushing it deeper in. After a few seconds, you pull yourself off of his lap and lay down on the couch, too exhausted to put your panties back on, his voice snapping you out of your haze. "Did you.. did you cum?"

You're embarrassed to admit this, but you do so anyway. It was good to be honest with your boyfriend. “No.."

Though exhausted, he leans over and presses a kiss to your neck as you laid on the couch, his cold hand sliding down your waist, fingers beginning to rub against your clit once more.

You whimper and throw your hand over your mouth again. His fingers slid in-between your folds, using his cum dripping out of you as a lubricant, his pace extremely fast. You cum within seconds, eyes shut as you let out an almost embarrassing high-pitched moan into the palm of your hands.

The two of you sit there, basking in the silence of the moment, letting the sex replay in your head. You and Andrew hadn't had sex in a while, especially since Ashley had begin to crack down on your presence, so this was nice.

Then, a door creaks, footsteps slowly approaching.

Fuck.

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❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧❞

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

Format: Headcanons + stories.

Genre: IMPLIED Smut + fluff + some angst(?)

Warnings: Consent mf, intimidation, SA from one of the wardens to the reader, masturbation (reader and Andy), Leyley isn't super overprotective, Reader is very naïve and too kind (they consider all friends), kidnapping, stalking, Andy is kinda turned on by the readers constant praise and nicknames for him, smoking, swearing, smut has been removed because.. the more I realize it I want this account to be decently fluff.

Andy is a very reserved person.

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

And she's right.

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

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

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

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

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

A mask he's worked on for years.

One that he knows will never crack.

But perhaps he got too confident.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, you had to initiate the contact.

You saw him, being all lonely..

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

So, you approached him.

And his heart fluttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"..alright."

That was the day he became so clingy to you.

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

And that's what got him attached.

Along with your humor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's when it all went to shit.

You had to leave the state.

THE STATE.

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

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

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

He was all alone.

He felt empty.

He felt empty without you.

Like a part of his soul was torn from him.

And that stuck with him forever.

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

But for the lonely part..

It wasn't like that for long.

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

His (ex) girlfriend, Julia.

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

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

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

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

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

And that he did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?.."

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

"..Alright, Andy."

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

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

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

"..."

"...."

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

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

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

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

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

"..Andy? Honey?"

"Oh- sorry just.. deep in thought.”

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

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

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

"Night, (____).."

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

But, he knows.. better.

He just can’t help it though.

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

That would be wrong though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s.. grown taller than you.

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

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

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

“What.. whats so funny??” He asked

“Nothing. Just reminiscing of the old times.”

“..you’re talking like a grandma.”

You bursted out laughing, patting his back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

..but they weren’t in there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That didn’t go well, let me tell you.

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

..For some reason it made him pissed off.

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

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

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

“Ashley.”

“Yes, dear Andyyyy?”

“Let her go. Right now.”

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

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

“Oh you jackass!!!”

But he didn’t care.

And then, you all heard another car..

Thats when everything else unfolded.

They killed that man..

And you witnessed it.

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

..but why??

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

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

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

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

Well, moving on from this..

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

That would.. slightly backfire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted more of it..

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

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

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

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

..is he even your friend anymore?

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

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

“Andy!?” You yelped out as your body became tense.

“..Shit— shit, no, fuck, i’m so sorry. This is wrong-“ Andrew pushed himself away, getting up and threading his hands through his hair. His eyes were wide as he realized what he’d done.

“..Andrew, why??..”

“I’m sorry- that was disgusting- I’m sorry!..”

Your facial expression was bewildered, but you eventually just frowned and grabbed his arm (which was shaking.)

“Andrew, you should’ve asked me first so I could’ve consented. Especially if you have some sort of som—“

“Wait!.. how are you so calm?!” You really aren’t.

“..I’m not. But I would’ve just want some more information- some sort of talk about this entire situation before we could do anything.” Caressing his hand, you smiled softly, and he simply just stared at you for at least 5 seconds straight.

Consent talk?

Consent talk!!

He gave a long ass apology for his actions, immediately about to just get up and leave.

But you stopped him to talk further talked about the situation. You talked about what you really wanted.

And if you both were ready.

Even though all of this didn’t happen throughout one entire night, you planned everything out. What you two were going to do.

If you wanted a relationship.

Or just a situationship.

You both decided to test the waters first before deciding that.

You need to get out. Leave.

What are you doing?

Please, go.

He’ll kill you too.

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

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

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

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

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

Safe to say, you gave a.. believable excuse

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

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