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silentglassbreak · 4 months ago

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I usually don't so this, but since you posted it not so long ago, are the requests still open? And if so, can I ask for meeting Noah after a show, talking about fantasies and maybe some vampire role-playing? But also lots of fluff after because he's a good top. My name's Maggie and my most prominent features are that I am short, I wear glasses and I have dark curly hair.

Alrighty, let's just get right into this one, because there is truly no time to waste.

After Writing Notes: Baby, I am so sorry. I have no clue how we got here...but here we are? Once again, we went a lil off prompt, so I apologize if it wasn't exactly what you were looking for? I hope you enjoy regardless! Just a heads up, this is -BY FAR- the darkest one I've written so far.

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut, kink, blood play, roleplay, blood...blood...blood, horror themes, light BDSM (choking and biting)

Die For You

February 14th, 2024.

Valentine’s Day is the bane of my existence. I was so tired of the patrons, the demanding orders, and - mostly - the couples. It was vomit-inducing. Did my recent breakup contribute to the way I was feeling?

Sure. Probably.

Did it change the fact that I was in the foulest mood imaginable?

Not in the slightest.

I leaned my head against the brick wall of the building, my break slowly waning, signaling I was due to go back in and finish the last two hours of this God forsaken shift. Being a waitress had no perks. None.

Instead, it came with cons that I had to endure in order to pay my bills.

“Hanging in there, Maggie?”

I sighed and turned to the door, hearing Alexa’s breathless voice. She was certainly struggling in there without me.

“Yeah, just getting some air. I’ll be in there in less than five.”

She nodded and stepped out into the cool evening air. She pulled a cigarette from her pack, lighting it between her lips.

“Have you seen the announcement on Insta?”

I rolled my head to the side to glance at her. “What announcement?”

She smirked, pulling her phone from her back pocket and opening the app, handing it to me.

The poster was on the Black Veil Brides page. It was blood red, with bright white font.

BLOOD BATH

October 31st, 2024

Kia Forum

BRING ME THE HORIZON

FALLING IN REVERSE

BLACK VEIL BRIDES

BAD OMENS

ICE NINE KILLS

THE FIVE BIGGEST BANDS OF METAL

ONE NIGHT ONLY

TICKETS SELLING FAST

My brain almost didn’t register what I was seeing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” My eyes were blown out as I looked up at Alex.

“Nope. Tickets are $850 a piece, I checked.”

I groaned, tossing my head back. “I could never afford that, let alone before it sells out.”

Alexa scoffed, sucking in the smoke of her cigarette. “You’re hilarious. I just wanted to make sure you’d want to go.” She snatched her phone back from me.

“What?” I quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I have two tickets.”

My heart fell into my stomach. “E-fucking-xcuse me?”

She cackled. “Who else would I take? I’ve got a savings for a reason, right?”

My jaw was hanging open. “Alex, that’s insane. That’s $1,700!”

“$1,896, actually. Including taxes and fees.”

“That’s insane!” I repeated.

“When are we ever going to get to see all of those bands at once? It’s obviously some kind of crazy event. Can you imagine the crossovers we’re going to see? The theatrics!” I couldn’t speak, I was too stunned. “Plus,” She dropped her spent smoke and stomped on it. “I figured you needed some cheering up today. I know Bad Omens is your favorite.”

I could not physically restrain myself any longer, throwing myself at her and wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

“You’re the best fucking human being alive, you know that?!” I peppered kisses on her cheeks, making her squirm.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware.” She wiped my smeared lip gloss off her face.

She stalked back to the door, pulling the handle. “Now let’s finish this bullshit, so we can go celebrate. You’re buying.”

October 31st, 2024

The line to get in was impossibly long, so Alex and I were sat on the ground, chatting about the songs we were excited to hear, and who we were most excited to see.

“Spencer is the actual love of my life, and I cannot wait to see his fucking face.” She gushed.

I smiled. “Oh, don’t I know. But Andy? Ugh, how fucking mouthwatering.”

The doors would open shortly, so we stood, and promptly filed our way in. The venue was huge. We both agreed we would not be drinking, figuring we had a long time to stand and would end up exhausted.

We opted to grab two water bottles from the bar and head to the GA floor. We were early, luckily, and managed to grab a spot up at the rails.

Waiting nearly an hour, the lights finally came down, and the crowd erupted. Alexa was absolutely feral, listening to the opening of Rainy Day playing. When Spencer bounded onstage, full suit attire, and blade in his hand, she nearly jumped the rails.

As he passed us near the stage, I noticed something. I tapped Alex’s arm and she leaned her head down to hear me.

“He’s wearing fangs!” I shouted. She glanced up and looked, seeing the same.

Her eyes rolled as she licked her bottom lip. “Fucking bite me, Daddy.” She groaned, and I bursted with laughter.

She was so unhinged.

Ice Nine Kills finished their set with Welcome to Horrorwood, sending blood red confetti into the air, before gracefully stepping off the stage. During the set I had noticed a few things that almost seemed…off?

First of all, it wasn’t just Spencer with fangs. It was the entire band. Being as close as we were, I could see the shiny white fangs exposed every so often when they’d open their mouths to sing. These weren’t cheap, Amazon pop-ins either. They were convincing. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn that they were their actual teeth, filed down to sharp points. It was interesting.

As well, everyone in the band seemed to have a looming presence tonight. It was so difficult to explain, but it just as if they weren’t just looking at the crowd, but like they were searching it. Looking for something specific, with pointed stares and glaring smiles. It ran a chill up my spine when Spencer made direct eye contact with Alexa for a full minute while singing Hip To Be Scared. It was as if he was looking at a meal.

She ate it up, as expected.

The next set, however, was Bad Omens, and I could not have been more excited.

I had seen them twice before, and their Setlist didn’t stray much, so I was actually shocked when the usual Loading Screen didn’t show, and the opening to Artificial Suicide didn’t begin.

Instead, the opening song was Blood. That was so odd. I didn’t think they even performed this song. The crowd loved it, however.

They still started in all ski masks, and removed them for the next track - Like A Villain.

During the chorus, I was singing and swaying, giving my full attention, but stopped as soon as Noah moved close enough that I could see it.

He was also wearing fangs. My eyes darted to Jolly, who was easiest to see from where I stood. He licked his lips and, as I suspected, there they were - sharp and white.

Alexa seemed to also notice this, tapping me to lean in. “It’s called Blood Bath, so it must be a vampire themed show for Halloween.”

I nodded, because that seemed legitimate.

But still…

I expected that out of Ice Nine or Black Veil Brides. Hell, Oli Sykes actually had fangs.

But Bad Omens?

They weren’t as theatrical. I was surprised they had agreed.

However, I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt eyes on me, and my attention was pulled back to the stage. A pair of deep, nearly black eyes were staring at me.

The song had changed, and we were on Nowhere To Go. And he was staring at me.

No, not at me. INTO me. Something in my soul felt exposed, as if I had shown up to this show nude.

I couldn’t break eye contact. I was caught between being starstruck, and immensely terrified. His lips were turned up in the slightest of smiles.

“Are you ready?”

I swallowed hard.

“I’m in the driver’s seat now.”

He finally broke his gaze, headbanging between screams.

Once I was released, I inhaled a sharp breath, turning my back to the stage. Alexa noticed as I crouched down, breathing hard.

“Babe?!” She bent down next to me. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “It’s too hot in this crowd, I’ve got to go.”

She got down to my eye level. “Maggie, you want to leave during Bad Omens?!”

I nodded feverishly, my dark curls sticking to my neck. Despite being sweaty, I had a cold chill climbing up my spine.

“I’m going to have a panic attack. I need a break.”

Maggie nodded, looking solemn. “Okay, let’s go.”

I stopped her, grabbing her arm. “No, you stay here. Save our spot. I’m going to go get some air, and I’ll be back.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re sure?”

I stood up, adjusting my shirt that had bunched up at my waist, and pulled my glasses on top of my head.

“Yeah, I’ll be back after their set.”

She sighed, but hugged me and told me to be careful.

I pressed my way through the crowd, not chancing another glance at the stage, despite feeling the eyes on my back.

The evening air was cool, in the fifty-degree range. I worried my sweatshirt with my fingers, feeling the air pull in and out of my lungs.

I had slipped out of the side entrance to the smoking area. I ducked under the ropes and to the back of the building to be alone. The tour buses were back in this area, but I paid it no attention, working hard at calming my nerves.

I had been out here for at least forty-five minutes. I could hear the music inside, and knew Bad Omens’ set had been over now for about five minutes. Figuring it was now a good time to make my way back to Alex, I pushed back into the building, seeing the crowd had not moved much.

I had tried to enter at several different points, but the bodies were condensed so tight, and unwilling to give up their spots. After fifteen minutes of trying, I growled and pulled my phone out, tapping Alexa’s name.

When she answered the phone, she shouted. “Hey! Where are you?”

“I can’t get back up there! No one is letting me through!”

She groaned. “Fuck! Okay, I’ll come out.”

“No! Don’t do that! Black Veil Brides is next! You cannot miss that!”

She went quiet for a second. “Maggie, I don’t want you to be alone.”

I stepped back outside so I could hear better. “I’ll be fine. I’ll watch the crowd to see if I can make it back in later.”

“You’re sure? Cause I will leave right fucking now. You know you’re more important.”

“Babe, you spent almost all of your savings on this. I’m not ruining it for you. I can see from back here.”

“Promise?”

I smiled. “I promise.”

Electing to stay outside a while, I sat on the curb behind the building, going through the photos and video I captured of Ice Nine Kills’ set. I managed to catch Spencer staring at Alex on camera, which I promptly sent her.

She responded quickly.

Alexa: OMFG HE’S IN LOVE WITH ME

I giggled, shaking my head at her response. Going back to my photo album, I sat watching the videos when I heard Black Veil Brides start.

Bleeders was the first song. Fitting.

Alexa: Dude…Andy’s wearing fangs too. It’s definitely a theme.

Me: Love it.

The music was so loud that I hadn’t heard the footsteps behind me.

“Excuse me?” Startled, I jumped up, turning around.

An impossibly tall, hooded man stood, hands in front of him, eyebrows raised.

It took me about three seconds to register who it was, and my mouth fell open.

“Are you okay?”

Noah fucking Sebastian.

I was caught between stunned, ecstatic, and horrified. He had such a soft look on his face. He looked immensely different than he did on stage. He wore black joggers with his own logo on them, a plain black hoodie, and a black baseball cap.

“Wh-“ My voice shorted, so I cleared my throat. “What?”

He smirked slightly. “Are you okay? I remember you from the crowd, and I saw you leave. I almost stopped the set when I saw you crouch down.”

I was floored. He noticed that? I knew he saw me, but Jesus Christ, I didn’t think he saw me?!

“Yeah, I, uh…” I stammered. “I just got really hot. The pyrotechnics and all.”

He nodded, chancing a step toward me. “You sure? You look pretty pale.”

Fantastic. Not only did I leave early during his performance - which he fucking saw - but I also looked fucking peaked at the same time.

I forced a calm smile. “Yeah, I’m good, promise.”

He seemed satisfied with that, putting his hands in his pockets. “Did I freak you out? When I stared at you?”

That was on purpose?!

I didn’t get a chance to answer. “I just perform better sometimes when I have something to focus on.”

I was bewildered, my eyebrows knitting together. “And that something was me?”

He smiled, a warm expression. “I guess so.”

“Why?” I couldn’t stop it from falling out of my mouth. Did it matter?

He shrugged his shoulders. “I liked your face.”

That’s a really strange answer.

“Okay?” I shifted one foot to another, not sure what to say or how to act.

“Why aren’t you watching the show?”

I sighed, moving back to the curb, deciding to sit back down. He made quick work of doing the same, sitting about a foot to my right.

“My best friend is up there. I couldn’t get back in to where she is. I tried.”

He nodded. “Ah.” His hands still in his pockets and knees bouncing rhythmically, he glanced around.

“Well, I’m going to watch from the balcony. Want to join?”

My heart rate sped up, screeching in my chest. His lip twitched at the same time, which was ironic.

“I,” My brain was misfiring, but I knew better. “I can’t.”

His eyes almost fell, his expression turning nearly…sad? “Oh?”

“I can’t leave Alex. I promised I’d make it back to her at some point.”

“You can bring her if you want.”

My mind was short circuiting. This couldn’t be fucking happening.

“I, uh, don’t know.” Something was too weird. This didn’t just happen. “I really shouldn’t.”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “No worries.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “If you change your mind, I’m going up before Oli’s set. I’ll be around.”

With that, he turned around, and took a few steps. He spun back around and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Maggie.”

He smiled. “See you later, Maggie.”

Me: I NEED TO FUCKING SPEAK TO YOU IMMEDIATELY.

Alexa: What level urgency? They’re playing In The End.

Me: B L A C K.

Alexa: OH FUCK IM ON MY WAY.

Alexa and I were regular show goers, so we had code we used.

Urgent situations were assigned a color.

Green: Good to go. Nothing to worry about.

Yellow: Shit’s getting weird. We need to keep eyes open.

Red: Urgent. Get to me ASAP. Serious situation.

Black: Get here now. Highest level priority.

Alexa came barreling out of the door and ran toward me, out of breath. “Are you okay? I got a knife in my boot that they didn’t take. I can stab someone!”

I grabbed her shoulders. “I’m fine!”

She stopped abruptly, narrowing her eyes. “What? Then why the urgency? I missed the end of the set!”

“I met Noah Sebastian.”

Her face deadpanned. “I beg your finest pardon?!”

I just nodded. “Out here. He remembered me from the crowd.”

“Are you fucking with me? Cause Maggie, I love you, but I’ll punch you right here, right now if you’re lying.”

“There’s no need for violence. She isn’t lying.”

Both of us snapped our necks to our left, the hooded figure stepping out from behind one of the buses. Noah came into view, hands still in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you, Alex.”

She visibly reeled, a shrill screech leaving her mouth.

“Holy fuck! It’s actually him!”

I giggled, glancing back at Noah, whose eyes were on me again. I straightened my spine, feeling that same fear sinking in from before.

“I was telling Maggie earlier that I planned to watch the rest of the show from the balcony with the guys. Wanted to invite you to join.”

Her mouth hung open, hand reaching for my arm and pulling me close. “We’d love to.” She answered for us.

I shot her a look. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to do this. I still had the unnerved feeling that something wasn’t right.

She ignored my stare, smiling brightly at Noah.

He returned her grin with his own, which was oddly menacing. I noticed at that moment that he still had the fangs in.

“Awesome. Follow me.”

We did as we were told, following him into the back of the building, passing people who obviously were working on the show. We were far enough behind Noah that I pulled Alex in close, whispering to her.

“I feel weird about this, babe.”

She stared at me incredulously. “Why? Isn’t this your biggest fantasy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course it is, but it feels strange. Why us?”

She shrugged. “We manifested it? I don’t know. Shit like this happens all the time.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it does.”

The balcony he lead us to was private. It was between sets, so the other members of the band were sat, relaxing, beers in hand. It was set up as a lounge, three couches lined up.

Noah graciously introduced us to the other band members, and we shook their hands feverishly, awestruck. It wasn’t lost on me that all of them still had the fangs in.

Alex had struck a conversation with Nick Folio, explaining how she played drums in high school. I sat slowly on the end couch, seeing the view of the stage that was incredible. The couch sunk next to me, and I glanced over to Noah, who was tapping a message into his phone.

“Aren’t those uncomfortable?”

He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

I pointed to my canines, and he snorted.

“Oh, right. Yeah, you get used to them.” He locked his phone and slipped it in his pocket.

I nodded. “You guys are dedicated to the theme, huh?”

He smiled, showing off the sharp points, and ran his tongue over one. “They’re not easy to take off.”

“Mm.” Must be glued on.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, leaned back on the seat with his arm over the back.

“Do you do this all the time? Pick up random fans?”

He narrowed his eyes, grinning at me.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because it seems abnormal. What makes us so special?”

He sat up, leaning forward on his elbows so he was inches from my face, his breath cool. “What makes you think you’re just some random fan?”

I scoffed. “Because I am?” I leaned away from him, needing air. “I’m just a girl. Short. Glasses. Mop of hair. I didn’t even wear makeup tonight.”

He leaned back as well, keeping a distance between us. “So? Why does that mean you aren’t special?”

I rolled my eyes. “I think I’m not the first fan to be in a balcony with you.”

He nodded. “You’d be correct.” My heart sunk just slightly. “But you’re the first one I went looking for.”

My eyes popped open.

The fuck did that mean?

“Looking?”

He snickered, sighing loudly. “You got me. I thought you were attractive. Really attractive, okay? I figured I’d see if I could catch you.”

This caught me so far off guard, I nearly fell off of the couch.

“You think I’m attractive?”

This made him belly laugh, my disbelief.

“Maggie, can I let you in on a secret?” I just nodded. He leaned his head over, whispering. “I think you’re mouthwatering.”

A sharp tingle shot up my spine, and I wriggled next to him.

The lights went down, and the crowd cheered as Falling In Reverse began their set.

Popular Monster. This show was a trip.

We watched the show, Alex and I singing along to the lyrics of nearly every song. Every so often, Noah would lean over and tell me something about the song playing, complimenting Ronnie’s artistic ability or the instrumentals. The guys all seemed to be enjoying it as well, air-guitar and drumming.

It was just far enough away that I couldn’t tell, so I leaned into Noah. “Is Ronnie wearing fangs too?”

He nodded, lips nearly touching my ear when he spoke. “It was Oli’s idea. We all have them.”

Made sense. I smiled at him, catching his eyes wandering my face. His arm was tucked neatly behind my back now, resting on my hip. Something about the encounter changed. I didn’t feel fear anymore, rather, Noah’s presence felt safe. It felt comfortable and I felt myself craving it. The air almost lightened, my shoulders relaxing as I exhaled a breath I had been holding.

“Can I tell you something?” I nodded, leaning back in to hear him. “I’d kiss you right now, if you’d let me.”

My eyebrows shot up. He pulled his face away, running his tongue over his bottom lip. A pit opened in my stomach, causing me to swallow harshly.

“And what if I don’t?”

He smirked, his tattooed finger coming up to swipe across my bottom lip. “That, darling, would be a tragedy.”

It was involuntary, the way my body pressed closer to him, the soft skin of his lips brushing against mine. It wasn’t quite what we wanted, but it was so close.

My self control was fading, and he knew it, his hand tightening on my hip.

“If you’d let me?”

That was it. My lips were pressed against his, molding to his mouth, and breathing into his soul. I felt the sharp tooth scrape over my skin, which elicited a hard groan from me. His other hand came up to the side of my neck, and his fingers tangled in my curls.

We lasted this way for several minutes, finally pulling away with a sharp hiss from his mouth. His eyes were feral, wild. His grip on my hair was tight. He bored into my eyes, speaking something that I couldn’t read.

We were pulled from our moment when a hand tapped my shoulder. I whipped around quickly, and his hands released me.

Alex stood, eyes wide, and smiling. “I hate to interrupt, but I’m going to run to the restroom. Just wanted you to know.”

I wiped my lips with my thumb, feeling a sharp pain. I nodded at Alex, who furrowed her brows, bending down to speak directly at me.

“Watch the fangs, babe. You’re bleeding.”

I looked down at my thumb, the deep red filling the ridges of my print.

A hand came up to wrap around my wrist, staring at my finger. He swiftly and smoothly lifted it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth. When he released me, my finger was clean.

He smiled a sheepish grin at me in response to my shocked expression. “Too weird?”

I wanted to say yes, because that was the normal person thing to say. However, given the heat that had pooled in my stomach and the way my thighs clenched together, I just shook my head.

The music was loud, booming into my chest, and I leaned back onto the couch, staring at Noah.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked me.

“That there’s no way this is real.”

He smirked. “Sometimes, it’s better to believe it’s not.”

This confused me, but he was wrapping his arm around me again, pulling me into his side, and looking down at the stage. We tried to watch the performance, we really did. But within minutes, I was in his lap, straddling his hips, and our tongues were fighting for dominance while his hands roamed up and down my legs.

I sighed, closing my eyes as his lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, nipping gently at my pulse point. He licked a stripe up my windpipe, causing me to rut against him.

“Fucking hell, Maggie.” He leaned back, and I pulled back, hands on his shoulders. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

I blushed, leaning back down to nibble on his ear. In my peripheral vision, I caught my phone on the couch lighting up. I had four missed texts from Alex.

“Shit!” I grabbed my phone and sat back on his legs.

“Everything okay?”

I shrugged. “Alexa isn’t back, and I haven’t checked my messages. I got distracted.” I said, eyeing him mischievously.

He responded by scratching his nails down the front of my leggings.

Alexa: BABE Spencer is out here talking to Andy!!!!

Alexa: OMFG he’s looking at me. I’m going to talk to him.

Alexa: HE REMEMBERS ME FROM THE CROWD.

Alexa: He asked me to go to his balcony. I have to. It’s the one next to Noah’s. I’ll be there if you need me.

I smiled at my phone. “Such a weird night.”

“Is she okay?”

I nodded, setting my phone back down. “Yeah, uh,” I shook my head, trying to understand how this had happened. “She met Spencer Charnas, and she’s in his balcony.”

He nodded, looking apprehensive. “She’s a fan of his?”

“The biggest. She’d die for that man.”

His eye twitched at that, almost a wince. “Mm. Maybe she should stick with you?”

My face fell, confused. “Why?”

He bit his lip, glancing over to where Folio sat, who was staring directly at him. “I don’t know. Just seemed like the kind of thing you guys do.”

I nodded, falling off of his lap. “Usually, but this is kind of once in a lifetime.”

He sighed hard, his eyes glancing back up to Folio. “I wish it wasn’t.”

This was confusing, his entire demeanor had shifted.

“Are you okay?”

He worried his bottom lip with the fangs, and nodded. “You, uh,” He looked at his bandmates, who were all giving him a look. “want to see the bus? I need to get something, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

There was something under his tone that made me almost flinch. It was as if he wasn’t giving me a choice…

“Okay? I mean, or I could wait with Alex in the next balcony?”

“No!” Noah’s voice was harsh, causing me to wince. “I mean, let her have her time. Once in a lifetime, right?”

I nodded, unsure.

“You trust me?”

I sighed, suddenly wildly unsure. “Should I?”

He nodded fervently. “Yes. You should.”

The tour bus was enormous. It was also a total mess. It was as if it was more lived in than an actual home. I try not to judge, but there was stuff everywhere. Drink containers, beer bottles, random garbage, clothes. The shades were drawn, and you couldn’t see outside.

Noah turned around with a look of embarrassment on his face, a hard contrast to the persona he had on all night. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Sorry, the guys said they’d clean up…I guess they forgot.”

I shook my head, giving him a warm smile. “No worries. You guys have to live here, I get it.”

He sighed. “Can I be honest?”

“I’d hope so.” I giggled, hands in my sweater pockets.

“I didn’t need to grab anything, I was just hoping for some privacy.”

My eyes widened, and I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Oh…” Suddenly uncomfortable, I began scanning the bus for all of the exits, the closest being the door behind me.

“You don’t have to stay, it was just stuffy in there and the guys are kind of really fucking nosey.”

This made me smile. “I caught that.” I pursed my lips, looking around, trying to soothe the hammering in my chest. “I could stay.”

“You sure? Oli is going to go on soon.”

I nodded. “Once in a lifetime?”

This almost made his face fall, and he leaned against the counter of the kitchenette sink. “I wish it wasn’t.”

This gave me pause, and I moved to stand next to him.

“What do you mean?”

He pulled his hat off, revealing his mop of long dark hair that was overgrown. “I just…” He trailed off. “I don’t get to have normal relationships, yaknow? Date? See people more than once? It doesn’t really happen.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”

He smirked at this, looking down at his shoes. “My lifestyle doesn’t really allow it.”

I nodded. Rockstar life had to be tough.

“Well, just because you can’t date someone, doesn’t mean you can’t be friends, right?” I won’t lie, I was slightly hopeful.

“It’s kind of more complicated than that.”

I nodded, not wanting to press further, and an uneasy silence fell over us. After about three minutes, he finally spoke.

“I liked kissing you.”

I couldn’t prevent the grin that cracked on my lips. “I liked kissing you too.”

“I didn’t bring you back here for that. I just thought I’d mention it.”

This was one of the pivotal moments in life where you decide how it goes. Walk away? See what this is, and make the smart choice to end it?

Or consider this the Gods giving you a gift? A one-time chance to fulfill a fantasy you would otherwise never get again?

I decided quickly that life was too fucking short, and moved to stand in front of him.

“Can we…just do what we want? Because this will never happen for me again, and I find it painfully difficult not to jump on you right now.”

He peered up at me through his lashes, his eyes pitch black. “Yeah? You’re sure? I don’t want to be a dick, but you know I can’t continue anything after tonight.”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a second, and opened them with no hesitation left, staring directly at him.

This gave him the answer he was looking for, as it took less than a fraction of a second for him to have me pinned against the wall behind me, hand on my throat, lips attacking my mouth feverishly. A smooth growl rumbled from his throat, and something inside of me clenched.

With the grip in my neck, he guided me to spin, lifting me up onto the countertop. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, and I breathed into him, feeling his hands smooth up my legs, and push them apart so he could press himself between them.

His mouth pulled at the skin of my jaw, surely leaving bruises I’d have to explain to Alex later. When I felt the sharp point of the fans against my skin, I placed a hand on his chest.

“Noah?” He didn’t pull back, but only hummed in response as he licked and sucked on my collarbone. “Maybe you should take the fangs out?”

He stilled, frozen. This caused me to do the same, waiting for his next move.

“I can’t.”

My brain didn’t register that. “Can’t?”

“They aren’t coming out.” He breathed again on my skin, making me shiver. “Is that a problem? If it is, tell me now.”

The idea of not going further made my body physically scream, so I just shook my head, signaling for him not to stop.

His arms, strong and solid, lifted me clean off of the counter and pulled me into the hallway, our lips reconnecting. In the back of the bus held a large bedroom area, and with one hand, he slid a door shut behind us.

He lowered me onto the mattress and became so gentle, I almost couldn’t handle it. His hands reached to unzip my sweatshirt, pulling it open to reveal my crop top. I chose to go without a bra tonight, knowing I’d be keeping my sweater on. His eyes roamed to my hardened nipples pressing against the fabric, and he bit his lip in response.

“If at any point you want to stop, tell me, okay?”

I nodded.

“Say it. Say you understand.” His voice was callous, no playfulness left.

“I understand.”

This brought a wicked smile to his face, fangs pressing out and his tongue gliding over them. “Good girl.”

He was ruthless, his hands pulling my shirt up, exposing my bare breasts, hands grasping them with force, pinching each nipple between his fingers. I yelped at the sudden painful sensation, but pressed into his touch. His knee balanced him on the bed, pressing against my core. I writhed under him, begging for friction.

“So fucking needy, darling. All in good time.”

I sucked in a breath, nearly whining at his teasing. His right hand snaked up my chest, grasping at my throat. The pressure was so much, but I couldn’t ask him to stop because it was so good, I was okay with dying right here like this.

His other hand slid down my stomach, nails scratching into my flesh, before he gripped the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down.

“Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” His fingers loosened just enough for me to speak.

“So bad. Need it. Need you.”

His eyes were roaming my body, eyes settling on the jet black panties I wore. His hand pressed flat against the fabric, making me hiss at the sensation.

“You want me to eat you? Devour you?”

I nodded frantically.

“If I do, I’m going to bite you. You alright with that?”

I froze, staring up at him, tears running down the side of my face.

“You can say no.” His voice was smooth as honey, dripping down his lips and right into my soul.

“Please.” It came out as a breath, just the ghost of a word.

A harsh snarl left his lips, and he dropped onto the floor with lightening speed, pulling my leggings off and gripping the waistband of my underwear, ripping them apart to show my already soaked pussy.

His fingers slid through my lips before coming up to his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the taste. “Fucking stunning.” He groaned.

His mouth attacked me, licking long, flat stripes up my core, causing my hips to buck. I whimpered, trying not to make too much noise.

His hands gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, bringing me right to his face.

“No one can hear us here, baby. Fucking scream for me.”

I let go, letting all of the harsh, vile sounds leave my throat with no restraint. His mouth sucked hard on my clit, making my vision go stark white behind my eyelids.

“Oh my God, Noah, I’m going to come, please don’t stop.”

He latched harder, a finger penetrating into me, pressing against my sweet spot and smoothing circles into it, bringing me crashing over the edge of bliss. My back lifted off of the mattress, my entire body tingling.

At the exact second my orgasm slammed into me, I felt a stinging, slicing pain on the inside of my thigh, causing me to scream out and look down. Noah’s face was still buried between my legs, but his eyes were staring directly at me. His fingers continued to massage me through my euphoria while his lips pulled at the sore spot on my thigh. When he lifted his face, my body finally calming, a deep crimson fluid sat on his lip before his tongue came up and swiped it away.

He rested a palm flat on my stomach as my breathing slowed. “Are you okay?”

I blinked back the tears and gasped in a breath. “More, please. I need more.”

It wasn’t even me speaking anymore. My body had transcended to another plane and I was watching from a different dimension at that point.

He smiled, his teeth tinged with blood - my blood. “What’s the magic word?”

“Jesus, fuck, Noah! Please!”

His hand snatched me by my waist, flipping me over and pulling me back up so my feet were on the floor. His arm held me up, as standing wasn’t an option with the way my legs felt like gelatin. I felt the warm fluid from the wound on my thigh dripping down my leg.

He paused, reaching for a drawer and grabbing, what I assumed to be, a condom. I heard the foil open and be discarded. He let go of me for ten seconds to put it on, and before I could think about anything else, he was pushing inside of me. The feeling was achingly delicious, the stretch and burn of it. Noah was exceptional. My body fell forward, hands reaching out balance. He thrusted mercilessly, pounding me harder into the mattress, his breathing loud and deep, guttural moans escaping him.

After a few moments, and my vision slowly blurring as I began climbing the hill once again, his hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me backward to stand straight up. I whined, leaning my head back on his chest.

It was without cause, but I still asked. “Bite me again? Please?”

I didn’t want it, I needed it. I was ravenous for the pain and the feeling of him being so connected with me.

“Don’t say that.” His words were breathless, but I was persistent.

“Please, Noah. Please.”

“God damn it.” He tightened his grip on my neck and I felt his lips touch my skin before the fangs sung in deep, piercing the thin skin just above my clavicle.

A scream pierced through me as the pain sent white hot shock waves through my body, my vision cutting out and my orgasm tearing through me. I vibrated at the stimulation of it all, and began to feel by body going slack, my skin tingling with a numbing sensation. My eyelids began to feel heavy, Noah's lips still latched to my skin. I could swear I felt a sucking feeling. That would be one hell of a hickey later.

Noah's thrusts suddenly stilled, his throat growling against me, his fingers gripping my hip violently, surely leaving bruises.

I was still riding the high of my climax when I felt everything starting to go sideways as the room began to spin. His arm wrapped around me quickly as I felt my consciousness slipping.

"Easy, baby. Easy." I hadn't even noticed him slip out of me, or unlatch from my throat.

Suddenly, his hands were gentle, laying me down on the bed on my back. Through my hooded lids, I could see him standing, tall and muscular. I could see all of him, and as badly as I wanted to savor it, I was so sleepy.

His hands pulled a soft, red blanket over me, and he put a finger up. "One second, stay here."

He disappeared out of the door, and I felt my eyes threatening to close. My brain was shutting off quickly, and it wasn't going to be optional anymore.

He came back within a minute, now wearing shorts, with a large blue Powerade, and a pack of Reese's in his hands. He set them down on the mattress next to me and slid his arms under me, lifting me up onto the pillows of the bed.

"Maggie, you still with me?"

I could only mumble in response, the pull of sleep tugging me down.

"Don't fall asleep. You need to drink this." He opened the Powerade. My hand came up to take the drink, but my fingers had very little sensation. "Here." Noah used one arm to lift me partway, and held the bottle to my lips. "Just take sips."

Once I had sufficiently drank a quarter of the bottle, suddenly feeling parched, he recapped it and began tearing open the Reese's. "Eat this, you need to increase your blood sugar and carbohydrates."

Feeling slightly more coherent, I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why? Did that orgasm almost kill me?" I snickered, taking a peanut butter cup and peeling the wrap off the bottom.

"No, the orgasm didn't." He said pointedly, but made work of getting up and heading for the door again. I laid, slowly munching the chocolate, eyes trailing after him. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, feeling strikingly cold suddenly. I felt a numbness in my toes and fingertips. Something about it bothered me, but also didn't?

He walked back in, a damp rag in his hand. What did he need that for? He used a condom, I thought?

Noah sat next to me on the bed, and ran a hand over my cheek gently, giving me a small, comforting smile. "You feel better?"

I nodded, still chewing the second peanut butter cup. "Much."

His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Good, I'm glad."

Smoothing his hand over to my hair, he pulled it away from my neck, and pressed the damp rag to it. I winced, pain shooting up into my face.

"Christ!" He pulled his hand back, and I noticed the rag was a deep red. "Am I bleeding?"

He shushed me, moving my face back over. "Not much anymore, it's mostly stopped. This is just a little alcohol to sterilize it." He sighed as he pressed the rag to my skin. "Next, I'll clean up your leg."

My mind, suddenly clear as day, began running through all of the most ridiculous scenarios possible. Regardless of how stupid it sounded, I still had to ask...

"Noah?"

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, pulling out a large bandage and unpeeling it from the paper.

"Are you an actual vampire?"

His hands stopped, and his neck snapped up at me. His eyes were deadly serious, but his lips twisted in a sick smile. "Now, why would you say something silly like that? Of course not."

"But-"

He chuckled, his body shaking, and continued applying the bandage to my neck, hand lingering on my cheek as he looked in my eyes.

"No, I'm just a guy with kinks, that's all."

Did I want to press this further?

I looked back up at him, and he smiled brightly. That's when I noticed.

"You took the fangs off."

He peered up at me, running his tongue over his teeth. "Yeah, something like that."

Noah began pulling the blanket from my leg when he stopped abruptly, his eyes shifting to the door of the room. His hand gripped my leg, and he spoke under his breath.

"Fuck." His eyes looked back at me, a panic now rising. "You have to go. Now."

He grabbed my arm, and began pulling me off of the bed gently. "Can you stand?" I heard the door of the bus open, and people speaking at the front.

The urgency in his voice was frightening, so I swung my legs over and attempted to stand. The room swayed slightly, but I managed to stay upright. I nodded at him.

"Good, okay," He stood off the bed, and ran to the other side, picking my clothes up and tossing them at me, sans my torn panties. "get dressed. I'm going to open the window, there's a ladder just outside. Climb down it and go. Fast. Go to your car, and leave."

I was stepping into my leggings and looked up at him. "I have to find Alex, first."

He huffed, frustrated, and helped me put my shirt over my head. "Don't. Just go."

Noah pulled the window open silently, and pulled me over to him once I had zipped up my sweatshirt and slipped my shoes on. "Noah, what-"

He pressed a hand to my mouth. "Please, just listen to me. Leave. Don't look for her. Just go. Fast, okay?"

My eyes welled up. The terror was back. Why was he hiding me? Was he embarrassed? Did he not want anyone to know I was here? Why didn't he want me to look for Alex?

He hands hoisted me up effortlessly, he didn't even groan when he lifted me to the window. I slipped a leg out, and turned my head to him. "Noah?"

He looked at me, eyes sparkling bright, brighter than I had seen. "Yes?"

"I hope to see you again."

The smallest smile turned his lips up. "If you're lucky, you won't."

Alex's phone wasn't picking up and she hadn't responded to any of my messages. Bring Me The Horizon's set was about over, and she was nowhere. Ice Nine's balcony was empty - they all were. She wasn't in the venue. She wasn't outside. She was gone.

Her last text to me had me walking behind the building, looking through the busses.

Alexa: Spencer invited me back to his bus with him and Ronnie...I can't believe this is real life!! I will text you when I'm done! ;)

I only knew which bus was Noah's, but I felt like an absolute creep looking through the others, trying to see into the windows. I was standing next to one, on my tip-toes, trying to see through the tint, when my ears picked up on something...

It sounded suspiciously like screaming...but not the kind I would expect from someone having a good time. Not the kind I just made.

I rounded the corner, finding one last bus, and noticed it appeared to be moving. This had to be it. As I approached, figuring I would just wait until she was done, it stilled, and the night went eerily silent. Something about it made my stomach drop. I considered going back and getting Noah, asking him to check it out, but I had already come to terms with the fact that whatever that was, was over.

Instead, I made a soft wrap on the door, hoping someone would answer. Nothing came, no sound or motion. I sighed. Someone was definitely in there. Maybe they fell asleep? I almost did.

I knocked harder with the same result. Eventually, I pounded, hollering. "Hello?"

My fingers reached for the handle, and I noticed the door was unlocked, the door opening easily. I looked in, and noticed it was dark, only a neon blue light emanating from the back somewhere. I stepped up the staircase, peering my head around the corner.

"Alex?"

What my eyes saw, I was nowhere near prepared for. My eyes met hers, only hers were upside down, head hanging off of the edge of the bed, tears running down the sides of her face. They were also lifeless, and so was she. She was laid on the bed, fully dressed, and blood poured from her throat and pooled on the floor. There were two men on top of her, mouths latched to her chest and throat.

I couldn't help the gasp that came out, my eyes watering at the scene. I brought my hand up over my mouth and both men looked up at me. I couldn't register what I was seeing...

Spencer Charnas and Ronnie Radke were on top of my best friend, and their faces were absolutely covered in her blood.

Their fangs shined, covered in the red viscous liquid, and harsh growling hisses came out of their mouths.

Before I could scream, a hand had grabbed the back of my sweatshirt and pulled me down the stairs, and was dragging me away from the bus. I thrashed, screaming and fighting against the person pulling me away.

"No! No! Please! Stop, please!!" A hand came up over my mouth.

"Shut up!" My eyes looked down, and through my bleary tears, I saw the tattoos. The familiar tattoos.

Noah pulled me over to another bus and pressed me against the side. He loomed over me, his eyes dark again, all of the light gone.

"I told you to fucking leave!"

I couldn't speak. I was stunned. "I...they...Alex..."

"Alex is gone." He was so matter of fact. Stern, even. A choked sob broke out of my chest.

"No, no please, you have to help me."

"I am helping you! You have to leave! Before anyone realizes you did." His hands were against the bus on either side of me. "Please Maggie, please just leave."

"Noah..." I stared at the sharp fangs. "Your teeth..."

He hung his head. "Maggie, listen to me. You were never here. You lost Alex at the concert, and she went missing. They already reported her missing to security." My eyes went wide, tears streaming. "Now, go home. Stay there. And never speak about this again. Understood?"

I didn't respond, I just glared at him. He was one of them. A monster. He drank my blood. He tried to kill me. Him and his friends...they killed Alex.

When I didn't answer, he grew impatient, slamming his hands against the bus, making me flinch.

"God damn it Maggie, do you understand?!"

I just nodded, and he let one of his arms fall. I slipped by him, but his hand caught my arm. I stopped, staring up at him.

"I'm so sorry." His eyes were soft again, but I ripped my arm from him. He looked taken back by my sudden brazenness.

"No you're not..." I took several steps forward, but I took a deep breath and stopped, turning to see him still staring at me.

"But you fucking will be."

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descentintobandom · 5 years ago

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Ashamed

Title: Ashamed Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Andy/OC Rating: M Fic Summary: Liv is reluctant to have sex with Andy for the first time. Author’s Notes: Requested by anon. I didn’t mean for this to get as steamy as it did, but it kinda just happened.

Olivia “Liv” Sharp had been dating Andy for about six months now and every time they made out, she avoided taking her shirt off. She always made the excuse that she wasn’t ready, but she could tell that Andy knew she was stalling for some reason. She loved feeling his hands on her skin, but she wasn’t ready for him to see her body.

How much longer would it be before he completely gave up on her and broke up with her?

Tonight was Andy’s birthday so Andy had made reservations at a fancy restaurant and bought her a beautiful dress. It was sleeveless and hard a large cutout in the back.

It made Liv nervous because it meant she couldn’t wear a bra with it. She didn’t have huge breasts, but they weren’t small and perky either. Every bra she owned had underwire in it.

Andy had left for the studio in the early morning hours, but he promised that he’d make it home in time for them to leave for dinner.

So Liv reluctantly went about her routine, getting ready. Liv stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself up in her silky bathrobe after drying off. As she was tying it closed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered what Andy saw in her. Her breasts, without a bra, sagged down to her stomach. Her stomach wasn’t flat and had stretch marks along the bottom. Her thighs had no gap and jiggled when she walked. Liv felt like Andy deserved someone who looked like a supermodel, not someone with a less than average body.

“Liv!” Andy called.

Liv quickly closed her bath robe and tied the sash around her waist. She came out of the bathroom as Andy was entering the bedroom.

“What are you doing up here? Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked.

“I don’t really feel like going out,” Liv said, holding the robe closed up top.

Andy sighed. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” she said quickly.

Andy stood there and stared at her until she cracked.

“I can’t wear the dress,” she told him.

“Why not?”

Liv’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Because I can’t wear a bra with it. I need to be able to wear one.”

Andy sighed. “Is this why you’ve been so withdrawn lately? Because you don’t like the way you look?”

“No! I’m fine with the way I look…when I have clothes on. Naked…not so much. I…I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Baby, why would I ever be disappointed with the way you look? You’re like a Venus come to life.”

Liv had never been compared to a Venus. Ever.

Andy approached her and took her hands in his. He led her over to the edge of bed and had her sit down. He knelt in front of her, his bright blue gaze holding hers as he ran a hand up her leg. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. In fact, you’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever met in my life.” He gently spread her legs and trailed kisses up her inner thigh.

Liv’s head fell back as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Andy smirked against her skin. He grabbed the sash around her waist and untied it.

Liv’s breathing picked up as he parted the robe.

“Shhh. You’re okay, baby,” he cooed. He placed kisses on the stretch marks on her stomach as one of his hands moved to her chest to cup her breast.

Liv gasped at the feeling of his calloused hands on her sensitive skin. She whimpered when Andy wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. She grabbed his head and threaded her fingers in his dark locks. Her entire body felt like it had been dipped into a lake of fire.

Andy’s other hand was gently stroking her side, keeping her calm. He switched to her other nipple and Liv’s back hit the bed. Andy crawled on top of her and finally kissed her.

Liv enthusiastically kissed him back as she wrapped a leg around his waist.

He pulled away from her and Liv tried to pull him back down. “Baby, we need to stop,” he told her.

“What? Why?” Liv asked, panting.

“Because we have reservations.”

Liv pouted. “But…but I want you.”

Andy laughed and pecked her on the lips. “Trust me. I want you too, but I made these reservations months ago.”

Liv sighed. “Fine.”

“Besides, the sooner we eat, the sooner we can get back to what we were doing.” A wicked smirk crossed Andy’s face as he leaned down to kiss her again.

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la-undercover-latina · 2 years ago

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Daddy’s Kitten- Amber/Andy Biersack

Summary: After the Hit List Reveal goes south, Andy needs to make it up to his wife. But what happens when Amber decides to be a brat to her already jealous husband?

Read part 1 here

Warnings: Smut ahead, mature language, Dom/Sub, and orgasm denial

Walking back into the room, she could see that her husband wanted to apologize but she wasn’t hearing any of it.

Not when he’d been an ass.

Climbing into bed and turning off the side table lamp, she rolled onto her side facing the wall. Andy followed his wife’s lead and traced his fingers gently over her White Rabbit tattoo on her shoulder.

“Kitten…” no answer.

“Baby…” no answer.

“Mommy…” Without warning, Amber flipped over onto her back.

There we go. He thought

“What?” She hissed. There was a part of her, the one affected by the booze, that wanted her body to be ravished by the gorgeous man lying next to her.

But the sober part contemplated sleeping on her Aunt Taylor’s super comfy and plush couch in the living room.

It was one of those where if you weren’t careful, it would envelop you into an embrace.

“Daddy’s been bad, let me make it up to you,” Andy’s deep voice was even deeper, huskier, and dripping with sex.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” She asked and Andy smirked before straddling her, pressing ghosts of kisses across his wife’s tanned skin.

“Let me show you,” he whispered in her ear, his bottom lip running along the outer shell of her ear. At the sensation, Amber’s drunk brain won the battle. A soft moan left her lips.

“There we go... That’s more like it. I love hearing your sexy little moans for me,” he took her earlobe between his teeth and Amber felt heat travel through her body, pooling at her center.

Andy crawled down the bed, pressing kisses to his wife’s finally flat stomach.

“I really miss you being pregnant. Knowing that I filled you to the brim and you’re carrying my baby. Sexy as fuck,” he growled and ripped her sleep shorts down her long legs, only to reveal a sneaky little secret.

“Oh mommy, you’ve been naughty,” a smirk fell over Andy’s full lips.

“You’re not wearing any panties for Daddy,” his smirk deepened.

“Perfect,” he began his trek towards his wife’s dripping heat and Amber pulled Andy’s pillow over her face as her back arched off the bed.

The pillow being over her face made it worse though.

The smell of her husband’s cologne mixed with his scent and now the smell of sex made the Greek woman heady.

A moan left her lips as Andy began the assault on her core that begged for him.

“Take that pillow off your face,” Andy demanded, his dominant nature coming through.

“Andy. Aunt Taylor, Brit, and I just got the kids back to bed,” Amber argued. Andy lifted himself off his wife with an audible pop. Her juices already coating his pink lips.

“Did I ask you? Take. It. Off.” He demanded and Amber noticed the change in her husband. She didn’t argue, just removed the pillow from her face. Her head moved to the side to make sure the door was locked.

The last thing they needed was one of their kids walking in on them. Because with Andy’s demeanor, there was no telling how long he was planning on fucking his wife’s brains out.

“Are you jealous Andrew?” Amber asked, testing her husband, an eyebrow hitched.

“What did you just call me?” He asked her, his hand ghosting over her core.

“Are you jealous. Andrew.” She made sure to punctuate her husband’s full name.

“That’s what I thought you said, Kitten. Give me those hands,” he demanded.

“And what if I don’t?” Amber tested further.

“You’re going to disobey me?” He lifted himself so he towered over her, all of his weight on his forearms.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Amber’s voice took on a sultry tone of its own.

“Alright kitten,” he grasped her hands that she was running down his chest into one of his palms and pulling it up to the headboard, holding them there while he rummaged through the side table for something.

“Here they are,” He smirked and lifted up the hand restraints that they used last night.

“You planning on using them on yourself Andrew?” Amber asked. Once her hands were restrained, he grabbed her chin with one of his hands and pulled her lips to his. The taste of her on his lips made her moan in his mouth.

“Keep using my full name, and that’s one more punishment. Understand?” he threatened, knowing what game his wife was playing.

The two had been together long enough for Andy to know her tricks.

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Andrew,” Amber smirked and Andy grabbed her chin again.

“One more kitten,” he told her before climbing down his wife’s body, pressing biting kisses down her body as he went.

“F-Fuck,” Amber stammered as her husband continued to abuse her heat with his mouth. As he could feel her approach release, he’d stop without warning.

“Daddy,” Amber moaned.

“That’s one,” he told her, letting her body come down from the beginning of her high before beginning his pace again.

“Daddy,” Amber moaned out, her hands grasping the bedsheets as Andy’s long fingers curled inside her, hitting her g-spot. Enough for stars to dance across her vision.

“I’m gonna- HEY!” Amber whispered, wanting to keep her voice down as much as possible as her husband stopped abruptly.

“That’s two,” he remarked with a smirk.

“What’s my name?” He asked her, letting her cool down.

“Daddy,” she moaned and her body arched up as if she was held on her torso by a string.

“That’s better baby girl,” he smirked and pressed his lips to hers.

The taste of herself on his lips made her gasp again, bringing one of her legs to hook around his waist as he played with her clit.

“Daddy,” she moaned and his smirk grew.

“A little louder for me kitten,” he breathed against her ear.

“Daddy,” she whimpered and Andy smiled.

“That’s my girl. Now since you’ve been good with the restraints, daddy’s gonna take them off,” he told her unlocking the cuffs and the second the cuffs gave way, Amber grasped his jet black locks between her fingers and tugged, pulling his lips to hers.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, Kitten. You just have to answer one question for me,”

“Anything,” she breathed, feeling her body inch closer to her orgasm.

“Whose pussy is this?” He growled.

“D-Daddy’s,” she moaned loudly as her orgasm hit her like a bullet train.

Hard and Fast.

“Oh I’m not done with you yet baby girl,” he smirked, pressing kisses to her neck and biting. She was about to have a NASTY hickey there in the morning. But that’s future Amber and Andy’s problem

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settlingdownwithandybiersack · 3 years ago

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Lifeline

(A/N)- BIG warning! Attempted suicide, Abuse, And language

This is another story from my old account. This was a requested story, The request was for “A suicidal (Y/N) to be saved by Andy” I hope you enjoy!

“You’re worthless.” My boyfriend scoffed. In this moment I wasn’t sure where my life went so wrong. Xavier and I used to be high school sweethearts, In fact our four year anniversary was right around the corner.

I will admit that this behavior wasn’t anything new, He would scream in my face and then the next day we would be fine. It was a vicious cycle I felt like I couldn’t escape. He would apologize profusely afterwards and I stupidly would forgive him. I didn’t leave because I loved him and because I loved him I was blind to the abuse.

He revealed his true self about a year into our relationship, I had a best friend named Grayson. I had known him since first grade, But Xavier didn’t trust him he was convinced that Grayson liked me more then just as a friend. He believed that Grayson would act on his emotions and ruin everyone's relationship, So the safest thing to do was to break things off with Gray.

Slowly I listened and began to distance myself, It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do but I valued my relationship with Xavier to much to let being friends with Grayson break us up. I figured once I earned Xavier’s trust I could hangout with Gray again. Things continued to go this way until Xavier was the only person I had left. My family and friends were chased out of my life...

Currently I am sitting in the corner of our kitchen with tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry.” I sobbed “I just looked down at my phone for a moment… I’ll start over, I’ll remake your dinner. I promise.” I pleaded with him. He wasn’t having it, He stormed over to me grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and slammed me into the wall while getting eerily close to my face. “NO! You fucked up for the last time, I’m done with you. Besides I'm seeing someone else. I’m done with your pathetic useless self.” He spat. I stared at him in shock, I heard the words coming out of his mouth but I didn’t believe a word. He let me go and began to walk away.

“I can’t leave… Where would I go? Xavier I love you, This has to be a joke…” I was panicking, It felt like elephant was sitting on my chest. I began to hyperventilate. “No (Y/N) I’m fucking serious, I’ve been planning on leaving you for awhile now. I just never did because I didn’t want you to over react or do something stupid but now I just don’t care. So get the fuck out of my house so I can invite her over.” He spoke abruptly, Every word hissed from his mocking lips. I froze, Unable to think or move. “Where will I go…” I cried out. “I told you, I don’t care! Just get out!” He howled. Xavier grabbed me by my throat and dragged me outside. Once we were a distance from the door he threw me to the ground as if I was a bag of garbage.

I sat there crying for what felt like hours, In reality it had only been a few minutes. I heard the front door open and heavy footsteps quickly approaching me. “He must be here to take me back in” I thought. I quickly stood up and turned in the direction of the steps, Instead I was welcomed by a kick to the stomach. “I told you to leave!” He growled. “Do NOT make me take you back inside to do worse.” He added. I gasped for breath, He managed to knock the wind out of me. “I… I don’t even have my phone. Can I please get some of my clothes and grab my phone.” I pleaded with him. He laughed menacingly. “What, So you can call the cops on me? Fuck that shit, No.” He grabbed my face. “Don’t even think about calling the cops or things will get a lot worse for you.” He threatened. I nodded out of fear. He pushed my face away, So I would leave and I finally obliged.

Every step I took I began to lose my will to live. I moved far away from my friends and family for Xavier. I had nothing left going for me. The air increasingly grew colder and my faith was draining. I was scared, Confused, And alone. I had no more will to live. As I walked I came across a bridge that stood above a busy highway. I had to be miles away from “home” by this point. I looked over the barrier for a few minutes to see if I would become scared or gain my will to live back. I didn’t, I was numb. I took a few deep breath’s and began to climb.

I heard someone clear their throat to my right, I quickly glanced over but ignored them as I was sure they would ignore me. I took a few more deep breath’s and closed my eyes.

“Pardon me, I’m lost.” The guy stated calmly. “Is he serious right now?” I thought. I looked over at him dumbfounded. “My name’s Andy, Do you think you could help me?” He questioned. “I mean… I’m a little busy… But sure I guess?” I shrugged. “Here allow me help you down, Is that okay?” He questioned as he arched one brow up at me. I nodded. Andy walked the rest of the way to me, Scooped me up and sat me down at the streets curb.

“So, What’s your name?” Andy asked while he rested his hand onto mine. I flinched by his touch. “I won’t hurt you I promise.” Andy seemed to know what all happened to me tonight so he backed away giving me more personal space. “Where are you trying to go?” I requested. He looked at me lost. “What do you mean?” He pondered. “You said you were lost… What street or place are you trying to find, I’m kind of busy remember?” I snapped. “Oh, Right. Uh…” He paused. “Whatever.” I snarled, I quickly jumped up and rushed back to the barrier. Before I could climb up to jump I found myself being carried away… Again. “Put me down!” I screamed. Andy remained silent. “I just want to die!” Those few words put everything in perspective, I broke down… My body went into full trembles whether it of been from being cold or emotional or a mix of the two I’ll never know. “Please let me die...” I whimpered.

Once Andy was far away from the bridge he set me down on a random bench we came across. “I’m going to ask you again, What’s your name?” Andy looked me into the eyes, Whenever I would look away he would gently move my face back to look at him. “My names (Y/N)” I sighed. “Okay, (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you, Now clearly I’m not about to let you die. I tried to be less obvious before but we see how that turned out.” He gave me a small smirk allowing me to feel less judged about the whole ordeal. “Can I please get you something to eat? Or bring you somewhere warm?” He offered. I nodded. “I’ll take that as a yes to both” Andy chuckled while he took off his jacket and put it on me. I forced a half smirk. “Progress, I will take that as progress.” He joked. This time I gave him a more sincere smile. “Now, Can I trust you to walk?” I let out a real laugh and nodded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

After about a half hour of walking in almost complete silence we came across a 24 hour breakfast joint. We might not of talked but I did spot him glancing at me in the corner of my eye. I excused myself to the restroom and he apologetically explained to me that he was worried I’d try to run off so he would wait nearby, I understood and agreed. I walked in and went straight to the mirror.” Oh my god, I look homeless…” Reality hit me within seconds. “I am homeless…” I washed the smeared makeup from my face, Attempted to fix my hair and walked back out greeting Andy. He gave me a kind smile, I’m assuming because he knows I now know what a crazy person I look like. We took our seats, I ordered my favorite drink as did Andy. “Order whatever you’d like to eat, It’s on me.” He offered. “Thank you, I’m not really hungry though.” I admitted. “Please eat something, It’s been a long night and I promised I would feed you.” I couldn’t say no while looking into his beautiful storm colored eyes, That somehow shifted colors in the light. I studied his feature’s rather quickly but noticed how perfect his skin appeared to be, How white his teeth are. “Why did he save me.” I wondered.

We finished eating, Andy paid, walked back to the table left the waitress a tip and off we went. “Are you full?” He asked. “Stuffed!” I laughed. Andy chuckled “Good, A job well done by me.” I couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he smiled or laughed, Honestly whenever he paid me any attention I felt a overwhelming sensation of happiness and safety. “I can drive you home or your friends house if you’re willing to walk to my house.” He offered. “Oh thank you but, I… I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m sorry you can just leave me here. I’ll be fine, I promise.” I looked down at my feet, Realizing again that I didn’t have anywhere to go . “That’s out of the question, You could crash at my house. I live alone, And don’t worry I’ll sleep on the couch.. I mean only if you’re comfortable… Or I mean I could buy you a hotel room for a few nights.” He suggested .”No, No. You’ve done so much for me already… Plus I honestly don’t wanna be in a hotel room alone.” I admitted. “Then it’s settled, You’ll crash at my place for as long as you need.” Andy spoke enthusiastically. "I really sincerely appreciate all you’ve done but you really don’t have to.” Andy smiled. "I know, But I want to.” I couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you.” Andy nodded.

On our walk to his house I explained what happened tonight and all the other nonsense Xavier put me through. Andy stayed open minded and nonjudgmental the entire time. He profusely apologized for Xavier’s behavior and explained to me that not all guys are like that, That I never deserved to be treated in such horrendous ways. There was always a part of me that knew I didn’t deserve it but I felt trapped. Xavier controlled every aspect of my life, But tonight he set me free. I only wish I left on my own sooner.

“Mi casa es su casa“ Andy said enthusiastically, Which translates to - make yourself at home, Or My house is your house. I gave Andy a sweet yet skittish smile. “It’s okay, You’re free to leave whenever you wish or stay as long as you please.” He reassured me. I walked into his large home, Taking it all in for a moment. “Wow, The old place I lived at could fit inside your living room.” I joked, Halfway serious. “Will your girlfriend mind me staying?” I curiously asked. “No need to worry about that, I’m single.” Andy smirked at my concerned demeanor . “Allow me to show you to your room.” He offered, I followed close behind.

Once inside the room Andy went over to his closet grabbed himself clothes and handed me a shirt with shorts. “You can change in there.” He pointed to the open bathroom door. “I’ll change in here really fast.” I walked into the bathroom, Locked the door behind me and changed. Routinely I folded my clothes and waited beside the door. “Okay, It’s safe.” Andy stated. I walked out to see him standing next to the bed shirtless in a pair of his sweatpants, He was holding what looked like blankets and maybe a pillow. “Feel free to take a shower in the morning, I’ll be right downstairs if you need anything else. Tomorrow if you’re feeling up to it I was thinking we could go to your old house and get your stuff back.” I smiled nervously in return. “We don’t have to, I just figured you’d feel better with your own items, Plus I’d like to give that punk a piece of my mind.” Andy smirked. “Yeah, I would like that very much. I just, I’ve never been great at sleeping alone… Sleepovers were never much fun for me.” I confided. “Oh, I see. I’ll just make a bed on the floor and I’ll sleep there.” He reasoned. “No, I’ve already taken to much from you. Please sleep in your bed. Plus I’d feel safer with you closer to me.” I shrugged. Andy froze for a moment, I assume he was deciding what to do with what I said. Thankfully he ended up agreeing, Carefully he climbed into the bed with me. Within seconds I was sound asleep with Andy next to me. He made sure to be a perfect gentleman by keeping space between us. He was above the covers as I was below them.

“You’re worthless.” Echoed throughout my head. “Pathetic bitch.” This time I could see Xavier as he spat those cursed words. He found me, But how? He picked up speed, He was now at the foot of the bed. “Did you actually think you’d be safe with this guy?” He taunted. “Andy please, Andy please wake up!” I cried out. When I looked over to where Andy was sleeping he was gone. “You actually thought someone could care about you!? You’re even more pathetic than I originally thought.” He laughed. It was just me and Xavier now. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream. I was trapped and panicked.

“Andy!” I finally screamed as I sat up in the bed. “Whoa, What? What’s wrong?” Andy jumped up confused and startled. “Oh my god Andy, I’m so sorry. I- I guess I had a nightmare… It felt so real.” I held back tears. “Hey... (Y/N) it’s okay. I promise you’re safe, I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” He spoke softly as he traced circles on my back. “I just feel vulnerable...” I admitted with much embarrassment. “I can hold you while you sleep...” Andy offered, I instantly nodded causing Andy to climb back into the bed, He carefully lowered himself under the sheet’s with me and softly wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer. Andy then began softly playing with my hair and whispered “I’m here.” Over and over until I fell back asleep.

I woke up to the feeling of my hair being played while I could feel the sensation of the warm sun on my face. “Did you stay up all night?” I inquired. Andy shook his head with a shrug. “No, Well I mean kind of. I slept for a few hours but I was honestly worried about you.” He confessed causing a small smile to spread across my face.

Andy headed downstairs to his kitchen where he made us a delicious breakfast while I showered. I watched as dried blood slipped down the drain. I allowed myself a moment of weakness, I sat down as the warm water washed my back. I sat there for roughly five minutes as I sobbed. Once my five minutes were over I picked myself back up, I finished cleaning, Changed my clothes and headed downstairs with a towel on my head. “Good morning.” I chimed causing Andy to turn around towards me, His smile grew as he looked at me. “You look great.” He admitted. Instantly caused me to become speechless. Andy passed me a plate as he spoke. “Eat up, We have a busy day today.”

(I’m down to do a part two of Andy and Xavier meeting)

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burningbridgesblacknblue · 2 years ago

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---->The link to part one! <----

I will not be posting it to tumblr any longer it will be on Inkitt (above) Ao3 or Mibba. Ao3 is behind on my posts

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Our Dirty Little Secret (Part One)

(Warning~ Of age drinking/Language)

It wasn’t like me to behave this way but there was something about this man that I found utterly irresistible. I had always been the girl who refused to use a public restroom unless it was an absolute emergency... I was the girl who didn’t care to have a meaningful conversation with someone unless I knew their name, Yet here I was, In a public bathroom making out with this husky voiced man whose name I didn’t know... And for some strange reason that felt completely right.

How did I get here?

My best friend Claire wanted to meet up since we had both had rough and interesting days at work. We agreed on meeting up at our favorite hole in the wall bar. I was the first to show up so I settled down at the bar counter, Without hesitation I ordered both Claire and I a shot. As time began to pass I ended up taking both shots, To be honest, I took a lot more shots.

I began to grab my belonging until my eyes were met with a man whose skin appeared to be flawless, His stride exuded confidence. Anyone would of thought I was crazy for falling for this man who wore a simple tee and skinny jeans.

He found himself a comfortable seat that sat diagonally from me, I gave him a kind smile then quickly ordered another round of shots, I grew hopeful that Claire would arrive at any moment. One of our favorite things to do was to talk about attractive men since Claire was a bit boy crazy, No judgment though.

I couldn’t help myself but watch as this handsome stranger ordered a glass of water, My eyes quickly scanned all of his tattoos that scattered his arms . “Do you want a picture?” He asked with a smirk. “What? No?” I gave him a weird look and downed the next two shots, I could feel my cheeks grow warm. “Sorry, I just asked because I noticed you looking at me and I know some people are afraid to ask.” He replied. “That’s so weird... Do people ask you for photos a lot?” I questioned. The man shrugged his shoulders. “Sometimes.” He had a smirk on his face as he sipped his water. “I’ve never seen you around here.” I informed. “Yeah, No, You wouldn’t I’m not from here. I’m just here for work.” He answered quickly. “I’m sorry for staring by the way... It’s just, Your tattoos caught my eye.” I informed trying to save myself from further embarrassment. He chuckled. “No worries. Do you want a closer look?” He offered, I nodded.

Before I knew it I had taken roughly 6 shots and I was practically sitting in his lap. My right leg sat on top of his left leg as my body inched closer to his, I couldn’t even remember when he moved seats to be closer to me. I gulped down another shot when I asked. “You’re single right?” Our faces inches from one another, I would of been embarrassed that he could smell the alcohol on my breath but nothing seemed to matter at the moment. The man nodded and let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, I have been for sometime now.” He stated still smiling. “How!? I mean... Good. Me too.” I exclaimed, Feeling embarrassed I attempted to distract myself by softly tracing the tattoos that decorated his arm. I could tell he was trying to hold back laughter by the way his body moved.

“You said you’re here for work right?” I wondered out loud. He nodded remaining silent, Quickly turning his attention to his water. “How’d you find this bar then? Most locals don’t even know about this place.” I inquired. He smirked. “Ahh, Yes, See that’s one of my many secret talents, I’m exceptionally good at finding hidden gems in any city.” He admitted. I couldn’t help myself but let out a giggle. “Fair enough, So is today your day off? Or?” I asked shortly after ordering myself a glass of water. The man made a not so sure face which caused me to smile. “Not really to be honest, I’m actually supposed to be working right now... But I took it upon myself to get some fresh air. It was getting a bit intense.” He seemed to pick and choose his words wisely. I nodded acting like I understood when in reality I was lost. “Won’t you get fired?” I commented back. He chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, They need me.” He stated.

I focused in on how the strangers hand left the small of my back, His fingers strategically made it’s way to the side of my face where he fixed a few stray hairs that attempted to hide my eyes. He ever so carefully placed them back behind my ear, He even took a moment to admire me, Causing me to grow shy. “Do you want to play some pool?” I offered noticing the empty table to the far left of us, I could feel myself growing nervous and I needed a distraction. He smirked and nodded, Like a perfect gentleman he took my hand helping me off the stool.

We each grabbed our own pool cue and began setting the balls up. “Let’s make things interesting.” I offered, He looked back at me intrigued. “Let’s make a bet...” I suggested feeling less nervous. “Alright, If I win, You have to dance with me.” He stated. “Okay, And if I win you have to serenade me.” I replied. His eyes lit up. “I’m not much of a singer...” He confessed. “Then I guess you’d better win.” I joked, He smirked nervously but ultimately nodded in agreement.

I should of known that a man who agreed to a bet would be good at whatever the bet was about. One after the other the balls dropped into the pockets making him closer and closer to winning.

“So, Will this be a solo dance or do I have the honor of dancing with you?” He asked, His face lit up feeling pleased with his successful game. I considered telling him he cheated, Since he did distract me from the game. I could still feel his finger tips glide against my waist, Or the way his fingers seemed to dance across my back. But I decided to let it go and accept my dance with this devilishly handsome stranger.

I grabbed his hand and headed straight to the jukebox. “Hmmm, Let’s see.” I mumbled checking the songs that the old machine carried. I was surprised to find some fairly recent options. I decided ‘Walk Me Home’ By P!nk was my best pick.

I led the man onto the dance floor keeping him close to me. I wrapped his arms around my waist as we swayed to the music. I could feel his chest rise and fall with every move. My heart raced from the realization that this was actually happening. He was an amazing man who I wanted to make out with right here, Right now. I turned around as I looked up into his storm colored eyes...

My moment of bravery left as quickly as it came, I had every intention of taking his face in my hands and kissing him passionately but all that happened was I looked into his beautiful eyes, Slowly moved in to kiss him and abruptly ran off to the bathroom.

As I turned to lock the door I realized he had followed me.

“I swear I’m not trying to be a creep, I just wanted to make sure you were okay... But now that I’m standing here I’m realizing this is weird... So I’m going to go... Somewhere.” He began to turn to walk away when I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, I’m still not sure what took over me but thankfully he grabbed my waist, after that I quickly locked the door behind us.

Our lips touched as my hands felt up his chest to the back of his neck, Our height difference caused my body to morph into his as I stood on my toes. “Wait...” He breathed out as he reluctantly pulled back. “You’re drunk... And I really don’t want you to regret this later.” I pulled him back towards me. “I promise you I have honestly never felt more sober than I do right now.” I admitted, Craving his touch.

Without hesitation he pulled me up by my thighs causing me to wrap my legs around him. My fingers ran through his jet black hair as he kissed my neck. He sat me onto the counter allowing his hands to wander. I let out a gasp as he found each and every single sensitive spot.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“If you two come out right now I won’t kick you out...”

I buried my head into the mans chest feeling embarrassed for being caught. He just smiled. “We’ll be right out!” He called back unable to hold in his chuckle.

Thankfully for us we walked out hand in hand with no one around. I “I totally just realized that I don’t even know your name.” I informed with a smile. “Oh, Yeah... You’re right... Uh, My name is... A- Dennis.” He stated sounding unsure. I looked at him curiously but decided to let it go.

“There you are!” A man shouted as he stormed into the bar. I quickly learned he was talking to Dennis since he turned his head seemingly recognizing the man’s voice. “Hey, You found me.” He joked. “Where have you been!?” The man questioned back loudly. “Relax, I’ve been here. I needed some fresh air.” Dennis admitted. “Well say goodbye to your friend, We need to go.” The man gestured my way before grabbing the blue eyed stranger from me. “What’s your name?” He asked back towards me as his friend pulled him out of the bar. “(Y/N)!” I yelled hoping he would hear me.

I couldn’t shake this overwhelming feeling that he really didn’t look like his name would be Dennis, But who was I to judge, Plus I assumed I would never see this man ever again anyway so why allow it to bother me. I checked my watch seeing that I had been here for way to long, And began my walk to my car to finally go home.

My phone began to ring as I pulled into my driveway. It was Claire. “Hey, Claire? Is everything okay? Where were you? I waited hours for you...” I could tell she was excited about something. “You would not believe whose tickets I got.” She shrieked. “Whose?” I pondered back. “Andy Black’s I spent the whole day listening to his music and looking him up!” She rejoiced. “Whose that?” I questioned. “Okay so, My friend Maya bought tickets to see him but now she can’t go, She asked if I knew who he was and when I looked him up I noticed how hot he and his entire band is!!” Claire was practically shouting through the phone at this point. “Wait, So do you know this band or are you just going because you think he’s hot?” I wondered out loud. “ WE are going! But to answer your question a good mix of both, But I did buy two VIP tickets because he’s so hot.” She admitted. That was just like Claire, She was the type to drop everything for a guy. “That sound’s great Claire... But I have some news for you too!” I exclaimed remembering my encounter with Dennis. “It’ll have to wait, I’m busy at the moment, But I’ll pick you up tomorrow around noon. Talk to you later!” She cooed.

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sleekervae · 4 years ago

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Young God ♏︎ Andy Biersack

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In which the stubborn yet spontaneous Taylor Wray meets the cheeky yet bewildering Andy Biersack in the summer of 2011. The two embark on a journey where they find themselves sabotaging their personal and professional lives constantly... and perhaps falling into that trapping feeling called love?

♏︎♏︎♏︎

Full Name: Agnes Taylor Wray

Gender: Female

Hair Colour: Miscellaneous

Eye Colour: Brown

Height: 5'7

Occupation(s): Singer, guitarist, songwriter, poet

Nicknames: Tay, TayTay

Friends: Danny Worship, Ben Bruce, Maxeen Walters

Home Town: Newcastle upon Tyne, UK

Interests: writing, poetry, cooking, dying her hair different colours

Attributes: sweet, bubbly, and silly with a lot of energy, though her favourite afternoon activity is napping. Swears like a sailor even though she's tiny. Won't hold back a verbal lashing and tends to be unpredictable in confrontations.

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axelsagewrites · 5 years ago

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elysiumnymph · 6 years ago

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descentintobandom · 6 years ago

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Good Girl

Title: Good Girl Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Andy/OC Rating: M Fic Summary: Andy comes home with a present for his princess. Author’s Notes: You guys better like this, because I feel like I need to go bathe in Holy Water or something. Also, this is kinda a continuation of my Daddy Dom!Andy one-shot.

I heard the front door open, then close. I sat up in bed confused. Then I heard Andy’s voice. “Oh where, oh where could my princess be?” I heard him say. I giggled then quickly covered my mouth.

He entered the bedroom and smiled. He knelt down in front of me on the floor and said, “There’s my princess”.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

“You look very cute”, he told me, fingering the baby pink negligee I had on, “Do you want to see what daddy brought you?”

I nodded excitedly.

He pulled a box out of a black bag and handed it to me. I opened the box and frowned.

“What is it?” I asked him.

“Well, princess, it’s called a bullet vibrator”, he said.

I blushed and looked at him.

“Will you be daddy’s good girl and try it with me?” he asked me. Andy and I had done some pretty kinky things, but he’d never brought a toy into the picture.

I think he could tell by my wide eyes that I was little apprehensive.

“It’ll be okay, princess”, he said pressing his lips to my temple. He stood up to his full height and pulled me to my knees.

I squeaked as he connected our lips.

He pulled away with devilish smirk on his face and I whined as I watched him go into the bathroom. He came out wearing nothing but his boxers, but what my eye was drawn to was the silver in his lip glinting in the early evening sun. “Lay down”, he told me.

I did as he said and he crawled on top of me, pressing his lips to mine again.

He soon pulled away again and his lips started traveling down my neck.

I moaned at the feeling of his cold lip ring against my flushed skin.

Andy’s hands slip up my negligee caressing my sides.

I whined, wanting his hands on my aching breasts.

“Ah, look at those pretty pink nipples standing at attention just for me”, Andy said, before taking one in his mouth.

I whimpered feeling him suck through my nightgown.

“This has to go”, he growled, ripping it off of me. “God, you are so beautiful baby girl”, he said, kissing my bellybutton.

I giggled, but quickly stopped when I saw Andy take the vibrator out of the box. I let out a shaky breath as he slipped my underwear off.

“Shhh”, he cooed. He gently rubbed my thighs to try and get me to calm down. He pulled me to the end of bed and propped my head up with several pillows so I could see him. He kissed my thighs softly and said, “Don’t move and whatever you do, don’t touch yourself”.

I watched him get up and grab a bottle of KY. I looked at him confused.

“It’s not for you, baby girl. I know you’re already soaking. It’s to warm up the toy so it feels more like the real thing”, he said giving me a saucy wink.

I blushed and leaned back onto the pillows, trying to calm myself.

“Are you ready, princess?” Andy asked me.

I looked down at him and nodded.

He placed the toy at my entrance and slowly slid it in. Andy left it there for a few seconds, letting me get used to it. “I’m gonna turn it on now”, he said, picking up the controller. He pressed a button and it started vibrating.

I gasped, but it quickly turned into a moan.

“Okay, so far baby girl?” he asked me.

I could only nod.

“This is a one. Let’s try a two”, he said. He pressed another button and the vibrations got more intense.

I whimpered, heat rushing to my belly. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t make words happen.

“What is it, baby girl? What do you need?” Andy asked.

“T-t-touch”, I breathed.

“Where?” he asked.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. I held it there as I took deep breaths. Being with Andy, I had learned how to hold off an orgasm.

“God, you look so amazing”, Andy groaned, his hand squeezing my breast lightly. Andy got up and laid on the bed next to me, taking my nipple in his mouth again. He sucked gently this time and I ran my fingers through his hair. He pulled away and looked at me. “Okay baby?” he asked.

I nodded and he pressed his lips to my forehead.

“You’re doing so well princess”, he told me, pushing some hair behind my ear. After a few minutes, he picked up the controller. “Last level”, he said pressing the last button.

The heat in my abdomen intensified with the vibrations.

I loud whine left my mouth as my back arched. I rolled over into Andy, my nails digging into his back and my head buried in his neck. I felt Andy’s lips on my head as he rubbed my back.

“That’s it. My good girl”, he cooed as I felt my belly start to tighten.

I grabbed Andy’s hand and placed it where I needed it the most. My head slammed into Andy’s collarbone as I loud cry left my lips. Everything in body tensed and then I felt a wave of euphoria. My body went limp as I tried to calm my breathing.

Andy slowly pressed buttons, slowing the vibrations until they finally stopped. Andy reached down to pull the toy out, but I stopped him, shaking my head. “Okay”, he said. He smoothed my hair back from my face and kissed my forehead. Andy was always so tender after our sexual experiments.

We laid there for a few minutes before I was able to move. I rolled back onto my back and allowed Andy to take the toy out.

He got up and took care of the toy while I laid limply on the bed. When he was finished, he knelt down between my legs and gently kissed my still twitching thighs. When his kisses strayed closer to my core, I placed my hand on his head.

“Not tonight”, I breathed.

Andy nodded at me, but not before placing a soft kiss on my clit. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up”, he said. Before he picked me up, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Such a good girl”, he said, making me smile.

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la-undercover-latina · 2 years ago

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Dirty at Download

Requested by @youlightmeupfinn. More specifically Tipsy!Taylor

Summary: After Black Veil Brides’ set at Download 2022, Andy decides he’s got some pent up energy that he needs to get out. Luckily, the kids’ godfather is now free since the set is over.

Photos taken from Andy’s insta

TW: Smut, slight degradation, cursing, bondage (Very slight, but I still wanna throw that warning out there)

A/N: I haven’t written smut in so fucking long. So some constructive criticism is definitely welcome 😊

Andy had just finished Black Veil’s set at Download, and he had energy he needed to get out.

His jeans had tightened halfway through his set when he ran off stage for a second to get some water and give his wife and kids kisses.

There was one bit of Amber left from her hoe days. And that was the ability to make men want her with only a kiss.

“Hey Jake, CC, you mind keeping an eye on the kids for a bit?” Andy asked and CC chuckled and Jake shook his head. They both knew damn well why they needed to babysit.

“Yeap. Bring me my godchildren,” Jake laughed and Andy walked to where he saw his beautiful wife and 2 of his 3 kids standing side stage throughout the set.

They had left Rose with Tommy and Brittany while the couple was in England for Download. Especially with her only being a few months old, it would be best if she was left home for this year’s and next year’s festivals.

When he finally got to his wife, she was smiling as their kids were air playing music as the stagehands were getting ready for the next act and rock music played over the speakers.

“Hey guys, Uncle Jake and Uncle CC want to play with you guys,” Andy told them and then he noticed his drummer coming up to them.

“I’ve been sent to collect some rugrats,” he told them and scooped Tommy in his arms and held his hand out for Addy to take. With the amount of people here, Andy wouldn’t be able to have alone time with his missus if either of their kids got lost.

“UNCLE CC!” Addy yelled and instead of taking his hand, she attached herself to his long legs.

“So we’re gonna take Uncle CC for a ride instead?” He laughed, earning a nod from Addison. Tommy rested his head on the drummer’s chest, too content and a little tired to ride uncle CC’s legs like his big sister.

“Well I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t want to immediately babysit after your guys’ amazing set. Am I sensing you had something to do with this?” Amber asked, a smirk on her lips and batting her long eyelashes once the kids were out of earshot.

“Yeah, I want you now,” he spoke lowly in her ear before placing either hand on her sides, blocking her in with his arms and body. His teeth taking her earlobe between them.

A gasp left Amber’s lips before she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning in public.

“C’mon kitten,” he stood eye to eye with her and Amber’s smirk deepened.

“Lead the way rockstar,” she told him, taking his large hand in hers. The same hands that would delicately hold their children could make her scream in pleasure.

Andy led them to his dressing room. Once Amber made it through the door, he turned around, pressing her body against the door, and roughly grasping her chin in his hands and bringing his lips down to her and bringing her into a kiss that screamed that he meant business.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. Amber pressed her body on the door, using the door to support her weight as she brought her legs up to wrap around her husband’s waist.

“Learn that in dance class?” He asked her when he broke the kiss. His oceanic eyes were barely discernible from his pupil as it consumed the blue with lust.

Amber smirked.

“Maybe,” she told him and he walked backwards towards one of the couches in the dressing room, flipping them so Amber’s back laid on the couch, and bringing his lips down to her neck that she bared as soon as she saw his eyes lock on it. Andy’s skillful lips pressed into his wife’s sweet spot and a moan left her mouth and she tightened her grip on his waist.

“Did I say you could tighten your legs? Nah fuck that, open your gorgeous legs for me kitten,” he demanded and Amber closed her eyes in delight as she felt heat travel down her body and looking at her core.

“Yes daddy,” she purred and spread her legs as wide as she could with skinny jeans on. Before she could completely open them, Andy’s hands stopped her.

“Let’s see what you have on for me,” Andy unbuttoned the jeans to reveal a lacy black and red thong. Andy’s cock tightened even more, if that was even possible, behind his skinny jeans.

“You’re wearing daddy’s favorite panties and then kissed me like the slut you are for me,” he growled in her ear before his hands reached down and cupped her sex in his large palm.

“And you’re all nice and wet for daddy and I haven’t even started to touch you,”

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me all day daddy,” Amber purred, her back arching off the couch at her husband’s touch.

Andy lifted off of Amber to take his skinny jeans off, the imprint of his cock defined as the jeans fell to the floor and Amber’s mouth salivated at the thought of her husband wrecking her.

“Do your worst Biersack,” she told him, reaching for her own shirt, but he grasped her wrists in his large hands and lifted them above her head.

“These hands do not move from this spot. Do you understand me?” He asked, his breath fanning over her face. The mix of the honey lozenge and his cologne made Amber heady.

“Yes,”

“Yes what?” He asked, needing to hear the words from her lips.

“Yes daddy,” she bit her lip.

“What have I told you about biting those slutty lips of yours?”

“That you want to hear me moan your name,” Amber answered, bending her knee.

“Please daddy, touch me,” she begged and then her hands moved defiantly to try and remove her shirt.

“Well it seems like my kitten doesn’t want to listen today. So I guess I’m gonna have to make you listen,” he grasped the end of her burgundy tank top and lifted it over her head. Andy then grabbed the belt from her jeans and leaned over his wife, bringing her wrists together again and tying them to the arm of the couch.

“There you go, kitten. Now those hands won’t be where they’re not supposed to be,” he told her and began to work her weeping core with one hand and take off her matching bra with the other.

Without her hands to tangle in Andy’s hair, her back arched and legs reached back up to tighten around his waist.

“Keep disobeying me kitten and I’ll make sure you don’t cum at all,” he threatened and Amber’s eyes flew open and nodded.

“Yes daddy,” she let out as Andy took his hand from her core, making a whine come from Amber’s throat at the loss of contact. Andy gave her a wicked grin and kneeled in front of her, nipping at her thighs before attaching his lips to her clit, making her cry out.

“Daddy!” Andy grinned wide, not letting up on his wife at all, meeting her eyes as his tongue took over where his fingers left off. His hands reached up and rolled her exposed nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.

“Please don’t stop,” Amber cried out. She was starting to see stars before Andy came off of her with an audible pop and brought his lips to hers in a kiss. The taste of her on Andy’s lips made Amber breathless, and she tested the restraints on her wrists.

“Ah Ah Ah Kitten,” Andy chuckled.

“If I let you go, you’ve gotta promise to listen to daddy and not misbehave. Can you do that kitten?” He asked, pressing his lips to her sweet spot.

“Yes Daddy,” she breathlessly let out and Andy released the belt.

“Lay down daddy. Your kitten has a present for you,” Amber purred in his ear, and Andy smirked.

“Is it those pretty red slutty lips around my cock?” He asked, and she nodded.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“It’s my slutty red lips around your nice hard cock,” she purred in his ear as they switched places.

Amber’s hands reached for Andy’s boxers, her lips pressing desperate kisses to his thighs as her fingers worked the fabric down his long legs. Finally free from the boxers, his erection is released and is dripping with precum, making Amber salivate even more.

“Do you want my slutty lips all over your rock hard cock daddy?” Amber asked, batting her eyelashes.

“Yes baby, wrap those slutty lips around my cock,” he told her, leaning back on his forearms.

Amber looked up at him, keeping eye contact while she kissed around his upper thighs, before wrapping her lips around him.

A low growl left Andy’s lips as his wife began to suck him dry. As if she was a woman stuck in a desert and his cock was the only thing that would provide her water.

He moved his weight from his forearms to his palms as he wrapped one of his hands through his wife’s deep brown hair and made a makeshift ponytail, making the woman at his feet moan out, the vibration making Andy’s head spin.

“Fuck kitten, you feel so good around my cock,” he ground out as she continued to suck, her hazel eyes never leaving his face as his head leaned back in pleasure.

“Switch with me kitten. I need your pussy around my cock, now,” he growled and Amber obeyed, laying on the couch. Andy grasped her hips in his hands and placed her where he wanted. Without warning, he aligned himself with her wet core and entered her, a cry leaving Amber’s lips and a hiss to leave Andy’s.

“Fuck kitten. Even after giving birth to three of our kids, this pussy is tight for daddy,”

“All for you daddy,” she moaned as he started to pick up the pace, her tits bouncing as Andy pounded into her. The only sounds in the room being the slapping of flesh and the sounds of pleasure coming from Andy and Amber’s lips.

“A-Andy, I’m gonna c-cum,” Amber slipped up, her toes starting to curl.

“What’s my name,” Andy asked her, noticing the slip and slowing down.

“Daddy,” she answered and Andy slowed down even more.

“I couldn’t hear you. I want you to scream my name,”

“DADDY!” Amber yelled and that spurred Andy on, resuming the pace that had his wife about to fall over the edge and about to make him bust.

“I’M GONNA CUM!” Amber yelled, and Andy smirked.

“Cum for me kitten,” Andy brought her earlobe between his teeth as he felt his wife fall apart, gripping his cock in a vice before he felt his own release, filling Amber to the brim. Andy rode out their highs before laying next to his wife and grabbing the soft blanket that was hanging over the couch and wrapping them both up in it.

Once Amber was able to catch her breath, she rolled over to lay her head on Andy’s chest.

“I love you Kitten,” he told her before kissing her forehead. She looked up to meet his eyes.

“I love you too liontári,” Amber listened as Andy’s heartbeat went back to normal, and Andy tightened his grip on Amber. Meanwhile, she was tracing the tattoos on his chest, her tattoo of the Greek translation of Lion in his own handwriting meeting her eyes.

“Remember when we got these?” Amber asked, grasping her husband’s hand that had the word Kitten written in her handwriting on his hand between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, I think this was one of the first matching ones we got,” he told her, rubbing her back and checking his phone, being met with a message in a group chat with Jake and CC.

‘We had to put ear pro on the kids, you loud fuckers’ CC texted them.

‘At least we’re at a rock festival and not their house. We were able to pass off the ear pro to the band on the main stage,’ Jake responded.

“I didn’t think we were that loud,” A blush danced over Amber’s tanned cheeks.

“We? That was all you kitten,” he told her with a smile before pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

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settlingdownwithandybiersack · 3 years ago

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Like a Virgin (Part One)

(This story is from my old account, But I made some HUGE changes lol. The request for this story was originally the reader loses their virginity to Andy and that Ashley was her brother, I did trade Ashley in the story for Lonny.)

(A/N) SPOILER ALERT - Reader does in fact lose their virginity (If you aren’t into smut I did put a warning right before)

My name is (Y/N) I am (Y/O) years old... And I am a virgin.

Those words were never a problem for me to say, In fact, I've always been proud of myself for waiting. Ever since the day I learned what sex was I knew I wanted to wait until I was with the man I loved. I suppose it did also help that my brother would kill any man who tried to take it away from me... let alone touch me.

But I can admit I have grown increasingly more curious about the act. Ever since Andy and I have gotten together... The only issue is Andy and my brother are band mates... And things are becoming problematic... Fast.

Knock knock knock

The loud thuds of Lonny’s fist hitting the door at first caused me to jump. “Andy’s not in there is he?” Lonny questioned. To be honest I was surprised he didn’t just barge in. “No Lon, The coast is clear...” I groaned audibly. “Good!” He chimed as he threw the door open. “For the record, If Andy ever is in your room, Please leave the door open okay?” Lon let out a laugh but I knew he was serious.

“Okay, Dad.” I remarked. Lonny’s joking demeanor turned into a look of defeat . “(Y/N)... I’m sorry okay? I’m just looking out for you…” I couldn't help but stare at him in shock. “What? You don’t trust us? ME!?” I snapped harshly. “No! God no… You aren’t the issue! I- Of course I trust the both of you. Hell Andy’s practically my brother.” My face morphed into a look of disgust. “Please don’t ever call Andy your brother...” I let out a loud laugh. Lonny rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean though... I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for... Plus you're my sister and I really don’t wanna know or think about that kind of stuff happening.” Lonny reasoned. “Then let’s stop talking about this. Okay?” I concluded. Lonny hugged me before planting a kiss at the top of my head. He proceeded to get up to leave my room when I stopped him. “Wait, So why did you even come in here?” Lonny continued to walk away but I could still clearly hear him say. “I just wanted to interrupt you if Andy was in here, And to let you know I’m leaving for practice.” I rolled my eyes as I flopped back down onto my bed.

Lonny pulled up into the parking lot instantly spotting Andy who greeted him at his door. “It’s about time you showed up.” Andy joked. “Yeah, yeah. I was having a little talk with your girlfriend, About not doing shit you don’t wanna do.” Lonny gave Andy a teasing but still stern look while Andy let out a noticeable sigh. “Dude, You really have got to stop this. You know I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt her. I also don’t want the fact of me dating (Y/N) to get in the way of us or this band.” Lonny nodded in reply knowing Andy was being genuine. “I know, I know… It’s just she’s my little sister.” Andy couldn’t help but cut him off. “Yeah, Your sister who also just so happens to be capable of making her own decisions, The same sister whose told me multiple times that I'm being a fucking idiot. The sister whose not afraid to speak her mind or stand up for what she believe in. That sister?” Lonny nodded in confirmation “Yeah, Yeah I know. But to me, she will always be my little sister.” Andy rested his hand on top of Lon’s shoulder. “That’s completely fine, Just please keep in mind I won’t ever do anything to hurt her or do anything she isn’t okay with. Now come on let’s get started, We don't have this space all day.” Lonny knowingly agreed so he began unpacking his car and moving his bass guitar inside.

Closer to the end of practice, Andy sent out a text letting me know they were almost done. The text read “Hey baby girl, It looks like we will be packing up in roughly less than an hour. Do you wanna catch a late movie? Maybe get some dinner?” I replied with a quick. “Absolutely.” Without hesitation I decided to show up for the last few minutes of practice. I decided to sit in one of the empty chairs and patiently wait, I was just in time to see them clean up as they joked around with one another.

After a few short minutes Andy looked over in my direction instantly locking eyes with me. His smile gleamed as he rushed my direction. I stood up just in time to get swept off my feet. “My Love.” He stated before kissing me playfully.

The sound of someone clearing their voice caused Andy to place me back on my feet. We both glanced over to where the sound came from revealing Lonny. “Yes?” I asked. “ I just wanted to say that Jinx wanted me to come over to talk about some ideas he had... He offered his guest bedroom so I won’t be home tonight.” He replied. “Okay?” I answered back. “No fucking around though alright?” He ordered back. “Lonny!” I exclaimed feeling attacked. “I just mean don’t set the place on fire while I'm gone.” He claimed. I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I linked my arm around Andy and pulled him out of the building. Lonny replied with some nonsense that I couldn’t be bothered to hear.

“Would you wanna spend the night at my house? Since Lonny won’t be there...” I questioned as we got closer to my car. Andy chuckled before nodding. “Yeah absolutely, It’ll be nice sleeping at your house for once.”

We stopped by Andy’s to collect a few items for tonight so he wouldn’t have to leave super early tomorrow. The thing is Lonny would never have prevented Andy from sleeping over before, In fact, Lonny would have preferred us to sleep there more often so he would know nothing would happen. We just never slept at my house in fear that Lon would give Andy more speeches. If I’m being honest it was more of a me issue rather then a them issue. It had always just been easier to sleep over at Andy’s since he was alone.

(Sexual Scene’s Up Ahead)

Even though Andy and I have never actually had sex, We were still extremely intimate with each other. With that being said our night started off by taking a hot shower together, Only this time things felt different. I found myself craving him.

Andy had always been a fan of having his hands on me, But he was much more cautious when we were both naked. I decided while he was washing his hair to grasp his noticeable length, This was something I’ve done before however this time I decided tonight was the night things would escalate.

“I want you.” I whispered, As I began moving my hand slowly up and down his shaft. “(Y/N)... Baby… This might not be the best place for that.” Andy moaned softly, While he held onto the wall of the shower trying to remain stable. I began to kiss his collarbone making my way up to his neck, I continued all the way up until I was at his ear. “This is the perfect place.” I paused before adding. “I want to experience everything.”

Andy’s eye’s locked onto mine before he spoke. “Wait are you serious? (Y/N) you know I’ll wait as long as you want.” Andy leaned his forehead onto mine as he softly spoke. “I love you, I’m ready. Andy, I want you… I want all of you. If you aren’t planning on leaving me, I don’t see a reason to wait any longer.”

I watched as Andy bit his lower lip, I could tell he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He softly placed his hand on the nape of my neck. “I’m never going anywhere without you. I promise.” Andy pulled me into his kiss as I smiled against his lips. My tongue danced with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist causing his member to become more excited. I teased him as I nipped at his bottom lip which in return caused Andy to smile against my kiss. His head moved down towards my neck where he left a trail of kisses.

Within no time I found myself sitting on the showers floor feeling the sensation of Andy’s fingers tracing my thighs as his lips kissed my hips. My toes curled in anticipation, My back arched craving more. I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was because when we would lock eyes he would smile and make his way back up towards my lips, On his way he would kiss my ribs, In between my breasts and my collar bone. I could feel his considerable length on my thigh and I would beg him to take me, and all he would say is. “Relax and be a good girl, Okay? Just enjoy yourself.” My body would squirm not knowing how much longer I could take it.

Andy wrapped his arms around me pulling me up back to my feet, Our lips locked the whole time as I ran my fingers threw his hair.

Breathlessly I asked. “What’s the best position for my first time?” Andy returned to my lips where he brushed his against mine leaving soft kisses. “I want you to be in control, But for now follow my lead.” He explained. I nodded. Andy rested his pointer finger onto my lips in return I welcomed it into my mouth, After a few seconds he removed it and began kissing along my neck as his hand traced my body until he reached my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support as my body took full control, My legs spread apart slightly giving him enough access. His pointer finger effortlessly slid inside while he used his thumb to create little circles on my clit. Before I knew it his middle finger had found it’s way inside of me filling me up. Every single movement his fingers would make sent a wave of sensations throughout my body. I couldn’t understand why I had waited this long.

Andy laid down in the walk in shower as he directed me to crouch over top of him. “This is where you’ll have full control. Take me at your own speed.” He instructed. “Shouldn’t I pleasure you first?” I inquired. Andy shook his head. “No, This is about you.” He added. “Won’t it hurt without saliva?” I pondered out loud. “The water should be enough Love, If not I'll help you.” He concluded.

Andy held his member upright as I hovered above it. I slowly lowered myself onto him. Once I could feel his tip enter me I paused. Andy moved his hands to my hips where he helped hold me up. After a moment of hesitation I continued until his head was fully inside of me.

I could tell Andy was attempting to contain his excitement but his breathing gave his secret away. I shifted my position from balancing on my feet to being on my knees the deeper Andy explored me. Before I knew it I had taken all of him and was sitting on him. I couldn’t help but smile as I realized how huge of a step we had just taken. I arched over to kiss Andy and that’s when he took my face into his hands and arched his back causing me to rock forward. Our lips locked as I instinctively rocked my body back and forth allowing the pleasure to move me. Every sound that escaped his lips caused me to move faster and faster in hopes I would hear more and I did. Andy’s hands explored my body all while I focused on exploring what I enjoyed. I found that I liked it best when he would put slight pressure on my belly while I experienced the sensation of having him fully and deeply inside of me. Every time I came close to finishing Andy would take control allowing me to have unexplainable orgasms, Sometimes one directly after the other. This went on until I felt like my body couldn’t handle anything else.

“Where do you want me to finish?” He questioned within pants. I was feeling euphoric at this point so I kept our bodies in motion while I called out. “Inside of me.” Andy obeyed. Neither of us caring about the consequences. I laid on top of him as I felt the water turn from hot to iced cold, The sudden change caused me to leap up. Andy joined me as he panickily turned the knobs off.

I looked over at Andy and began laughing. “Of course that would happen to us.” I confirmed. Andy joined me with a towel and a chuckle. He wrapped us both in the singular oversized towel, Since my legs forgot how to work Andy was a perfect gentleman he wrapped my legs around his body and carried me out into the hallway where we met the shock of our lives.

(Smut scene is over)

“Lonny!” Andy shouted. “What, What are you doing here?” He asked while placing me down attempting to keep us both as covered up as possible. “I should ask you the same thing, What the fuck!? (Y/N) I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck anyone!? And you! Fucking my sister in my home!?” Lonny completely lost it. “Our home Lon, This is my home too!” I scolded. “(Y/N) stay the fuck out of this! Dude, If you weren’t fucking naked I would kick your fucking ass.” Lon threatened. “Fine, Stay right there, Give me five minutes and you’ll get your way.” Andy spoke calmly. I grabbed his arm tightly “What are you doing?” I questioned with fear filled eyes. “I’m going to go get dressed and if he really wants to fight me then so be it.” Andy walked with me back to the bathroom where we redressed.

Just as he promised within five minutes we were back out into the hallway where Lon waited. “Just get the fuck out of here.” Lonny replied as soon as he heard us. Andy grasped my hand. “No, I can’t do that. I promised your sister that if she really wanted to… Well you know, That I wouldn’t leave her. I’m not about to break that promise, Not today… Not ever. I didn’t just fuck her dude, She means the world to me to just fuck… I love her, I’m in love with her. So if you wanna kick my ass then fine, But I’m sorry I’m not leaving... At least I'm not leaving without her.” He stated confidently.

I watched as Lonny tried to find the correct words to fight back, But he couldn’t he was speechless. “(Y/N) do you wanna spend the night at my place tonight?” Andy asked but before I could reply Lonny interrupted. “No, Stay here… Both of you. I just, I came here to apologize to (Y/N) for early and anyway Jinx is waiting for me in the driveway. I swear on everything dude if you do end up hurting her I'm kicking your ass...” Lonny reasoned. Andy nodded understandingly. “That’s fair, But I know I'm never going to hurt her.”

Knowing that everything was going to be alright I hugged Lonny. He headed back towards the front door and before leaving made the remark of. “Oh, By the way guys... No having sex while I'm home alright?” I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at the door after him. We waited a few minutes after Lonny left to triple lock the doors leaving me time to ask “Ready for round two?”

(There is a part two and I can edit/post it if you all seem to enjoy this)

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burningbridgesblacknblue · 4 years ago

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Chase

Summary: Evangelina had to run away from Andy to protect her son from the man his father was becoming.

Pairing: OC X Biersack

Genre: Angst, romance, smut later, fantasy. FallenAngel!AU

December 5th, Two Years later, 5:30 PM “We found her sir,” a werewolf named James informed his superior, “She’s changed their names she also dyed her hair black.” Andy sat on his throne his hand beneath his chin as if he were trying to stay awake from such a boring conversation. However it was just the opposite he was actually thrilled that someone had located his missing family. Although he was disappointed to learn that his wife had actually abandoned him while stealing their child as well. “Just out of curiosity what names do they go by?” “Evangelina goes by Amy,” James told his superior who only smirked at this information. “And my son?” Andy asked this time amused and a little curious to know what name she had changed their kid’s name to. “Andrew Junior goes by the name Elijah now.” Andrew frowned he hated that name and he wondered now if Evan had changed AJ’s name to spite him even though he was still unsure why. He loved his wife and son so he was still confused as to why his wife and child had left. He hid his devastation well from his friends and minions but every day that passed by he thought of Evangelina and Andrew Junior. He was very unhappy knowing that when he found his wife he was going to have to have to punish her harshly for her leaving. No one made a fool of the Prophet. No one. That was the whole reason why he fell, he couldn’t be bossed around any longer but someone who was way too forgiving to those who did something that went against the supreme being. “And where are they now James?” Andrew asked finally sitting up fully. “New York City in the borough of Manhattan sir.” “I want my men in the city.” “Yes sir we should be able to surround her building easily—” “No I just want them to watch her for a week or two,” he replied, “I want to make her nervous enough to realize that we actually have found her.” “Yes your highness,” James replied, “We’ll take care of it right away.” “Notify me three days after your arrival,” Andrew ordered, “I will join you in the city after my meeting with the guardians.” “Of course.” The werewolf then bowed his head and exited the room; a norc opening the door for him. Once the creature had left the throne room Andrew turned to his man Jeremy, a fallen angel like himself but with the ability to heal any creature. “Elijah?” he snorted, “Can you believe that?” His friend chuckled, “She had wanted to name AJ that since her first trimester.” “I’m aware.” He mumbled lowly, “Not only did she leave by choice but she had to spite me while doing it.” “Don’t be so sensitive,” Jeremy chided, “She has been located and a few days you will have your family back.” “You’re right,” Andrew sighed before standing to his full 6’4 height, “We better begin with the preparations, we only have a week and my wife is very…particular.” Jeremy laughed and nodded his head, “Always has been.” “Always will be….” Andrew mumbled as he followed his friend from the throne room. *** December 9th 2:30 PM Four days later “Hayden…” I mumbled in to the phone while I played with my cup of tea, “I think he’s found us.” “How do you know?” “I’ve seen two werewolves, a warlock, and I’m entirely sure that I have seen Ashley down on my sidewalk.” “Well that’s a sheer sign if there ever was one,” he told me with a humorless chuckle, “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know if I pick up and leave now he’ll be sure to follow us,” I sighed running a hand through my hair, “I have to face him.” “Do you really think that’s going to work?” “What choice do I have?” I asked in return , “Eli keeps asking me about him and why he isn’t like the other kids anyway it’s time to grow up and do what I know I have to.” “Well put Evan I was about to play the inspirational music for you,” he teased me and I rolled my eyes. “Shut up,” I looked over my shoulder when my heightened senses picked up on the tiny pitter patter of my son’s footsteps. “I’ve gotta got Eli’s awake.” “Alright call me before you do anything.” I told him I would before I hung up the phone to turn around before my son came barreling down the hallway seeking me out in our tiny two bedroom apartment. I spread my arms for the fast paced child and swooped him up once he landed. “Oh my darling little cherub,” I chuckled as he snuggled in to my embrace letting a small yawn past his lips, “Are you still tired?” “Nuh uh,” he told me, “I awake now Mommy.” “Are you sure?” “Uh huh!” “Alright then,” I kissed his head, “It’s snack time for my little dude.” “Can I have a cookie?” he asked me sweetly playing with the ends of my hair. “Not right now,” I told him softly, “After dinner.” “Alwight,” he mumbled disappointedly. I smiled as I sat him down in his booster seat once again kissing his blonde head of hair. Why couldn’t my boy look more like me and less like his father? He had his eyes, his hair, his beautiful smile. Absolutely every physical trait that my husband has is reiterated in my son. I loved my son to death, but I despised that every time I looked in to Eli’s eyes I saw Andy. We had so many unresolved issues that I had such terrible resentment towards him. Even now as I contemplated the move I had to make after he actually closed in on us. I wondered if I should cooperate or make it hard on Andrew so it didn’t look like I was up to something? I didn’t know, I was more concerned with how Elijah would react to Andrew and vice versa. It was clear to me that he didn’t remember his father one bit since he always asked me about him and I knew that was bound to piss off his father. I’d cross that bridge when I got there, so I shook the troublesome thoughts away and served my son some sliced apples with a little peanut butter. As soon as I sat down there was a knock on my front door, I hated that our landlord hadn’t got around to fixing the main lock on the building’s door. Those Jehovah’s witnesses are a real pain in the asshole. I pushed my chair away from the table. “Remember the drill my cherub?” I asked my son as I ruffled his blonde curls. He nodded his head as I pulled him out of his booster seat and tucked him under the table to keep him safe, “I hide until you say da magic word.” “That’s right,” I squeezed his small hand, “Mommy will be right back.” He gave me a thumbs up as I continued on to our foyer, I got on my toes to peek out the peephole. I couldn’t see anyone so I poked my head just enough outside the door to see if there was anyone out there. But it came up clean so I closed the door until there was a booted foot caught between my sanctuary and the danger I knew my kid and I were in. I didn’t fight as hard as I should have but I didn’t want to frighten my kid, so slowly I backed away from the door as the booted foot pushed it open wide enough to reveal to me the seraphim I had left behind. He wore a leather jacket with a muscle shirt beneath it, tight black jeans and a devious smile that made all the old feelings come rushing back right where it hurt. I backed up slightly and nervously as I tried to gain as much distance as I could. I would do anything to keep him from touching me. I knew the moment he did it would be all over even with all the repressed anger I had for the seraphim standing in my doorway. “My darling…” his deep voice drawled, “Still as beautiful as ever even with pitch black hair.” “Thanks,” I held down the blush and covered my true feelings with sarcasm, “How’s Juliet?” He chuckled at me, “She’s well the black eye that you gave her healed rather badly.” “That’s nice to hear,” I replied getting a little kick out of the damage I inflicted, “Would you like a matching one?” “Is that anyway to talk to your husband?” “Is that what you are?” I asked sarcastically, “I thought you were a bad decision my parents made.” I saw his jaw twitch in anger and a long time ago I would have swallowed in fear but since I had Elijah my demeanor had changed I had become a protective mamma bear. I would brave fires and hell for my son’s safety. His father was close enough to being hell on earth. I had to learn how to swallow my fears in order to protect my child from his own father. “I like to think I enhanced your life for the better,” he replied after a moment stepping further in to my hallway, closing the door behind him. He looked around my apartment his eyes shifting around to the toddler toys I had placed around my small home. I snorted, “We’ve always been complete opposites even when we were kids.” “That’s obvious considering the downgrade you’ve made,” he openly mocked my two bedroom apartment with a laugh and a look of disgust, “You went from our palace to this little hole in the wall?” “That palace was never my home Andrew and you know it,” I growled at him feeling my wings shift angrily from where they hid in my back. “And I’ve never understood why since I did everything in my power to change everything so that it was to your liking…” “Aesthetically maybe Andy but you never made me feel welcome after you—” “After I what Evangelina?” he questioned him, his eyes turning in to blue fire. “…After you fell.” “Whose fault was that huh?” Andy barked at me losing his temper slightly, “It wasn’t mine that’s for certain.” “Are you serious?” I snapped at him, “I never asked you to follow me down here you did that on your own, the hierarchy sent me with a special request I would have returned to you. You knew that, don’t even try to make me feel like an idiot. You fell because of your lust for power, not because of your love for me, if you even have any.” “If I have any for you?” he snapped at me, “Would I have searched every end of this pathetic realm for you if I had no love for you?” I nodded my head, “I’m a possession that you don’t want to share with anyone.” “No you’ve seen my possessions,” he replied surprisingly calm, “I do not have children with my possessions.” “You have other children?” I asked bitterly, getting ready to throw a marble statue at his head at his admission. “Of course not Evan,” he shook his head, “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” I gave him a dirty look but he continued to back me up in to my own home. “However now that we’re on the subject where is my son?” he asked as he picked up one of Eli’s favorite stuffed animals; his elephant Toby, “If I remember correctly I gave him this toy right after he was born…Toby right?” I nodded my head stiffly. “Hey!” my son cried as he came barreling around my side of the double entry kitchen, I pulled him in to me immediately. He struggled with me but I refused to let him go for his own good. “I told you to hide,” I mumbled in disapproval. “I heard dat man say Toby,” he told me, “I thought you telled him da special word.” “Dat’s my toy Mr.!” Eli told him unhappily, something was brewing inside of Andrew as he looked at our boy. I guess it would be a bit of a shock, he hasn’t seen him two years he has gotten much bigger. “You haven’t taught him to share I see,” Andrew chuckled before approaching my son and I, I tried to put my baby behind me but the strong seraphim wouldn’t allow me to. “Andy—” He shot me a menacing look as he knelt down to my son’s level, “What would you say if I told you I gave you that elephant when you were a tiny baby?” “You gived me Toby?” Andrew smiled a genuine smile, “I did.” “How come?” “Because I’m your Daddy,” the seraphim admitted to our kid who looked unbelievably confused, he looked back to me for confirmation all while I glared at Andrew. “He’s my Daddy?” I nodded, “Yes Eli he’s your Daddy.” “How odd,” Andy said, “I could’ve sworn his name was Andrew Dennis Biersack Junior.” “Be quiet Andrew,” I snapped, “Don’t confuse him anymore you already dropped a bomb on him.” “I’m confusing him?” he snapped, “I didn’t take him away from you…he doesn’t even remember me!” “How can he?” I bit back in return, “You were too busy entertaining Juliet to even care about him!” “How dare you!” he roared and I honestly thought he was going to raise his hand at me, but my son’s frightful cry made him still in his place. “I apologize…Eli,” Andy told Elijah softly, “Your mother just frustrates me sometimes.” Eli only snuggled in to my side further refusing to acknowledge the older angel’s apology, once Andy realized that he adjusted his jacket and then pulled out an iPhone to check the time I assumed. “Come along Evangelina we have to get back to the palace in a few days,” He gestured for me to move forward, “We don’t want to be late for your homecoming party.”

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