#planned FOUR CHAPTERS of the tag wrangling au. yeehaw

[polzkadotz]

wip wednesday — fem andreil Pining™ for keira (kevin) day au

do I have many, many wips at the moment? yes. But I literally spent a whole day thinking about boobs (a great day) and I wrote, on a whim, 4.6k of smut. The following day, I found plot for the smut, so now I have 5 wips instead of 4, yay? lmao

Enjoy!

PS: I have not decided on a name for fem andreil, hence the brackets. I'm just waiting for some childhood crush to blindside me like Keira (Knightley) did. It will happen at some point, I'm sure.

[Andrew] couldn't say that she expected to see [Neil] in lacy fucking orange lingerie lounging on her bed when she opened the door to their room, but that was what she got on the following day. 

Apparently, [Neil] had clearly decided that an open sudden attack (possibly? heart attack???) was the best offence move when dealing with your own lusting for Keira Day. 

Who was right behind [Andrew]. And who looked mildly baffled when [Andrew] froze at the open door.

[Neil] only smirked at her while [Andrew] closed the door again and put a hand up to stop Keira when she opened her mouth. 

“Scram,” [Andrew] told her. 

“What?” 

“Go away, find somewhere else to be, get lost, skedaddle, get out of my presence,” [Andrew] fired rapidly, and Keira still only blinked back, baffled. “Scram.”

“Why?!” Keira demanded, slightly whiny. [Andrew] wanted to pinch her to make her move quicker, that knee-jerk reaction to be fucking mean, as mean as Keira was every fucking day she didn't make a move of them and only watched, hungry eyes glued on [Andrew] and [Neil] like the pervert she was, but she controlled herself. 

She was about to twist in and poke pretty deeply at one of Keira's hidden desires. Physical punishment wouldn't be necessary. 

[Andrew] stepped aside. “Go in and see what she looks like. Then tell me if you're gonna stay.”

[Andrew] saw the moment Keira understood she was being sexiled, caught the brief challenge that flashed in her eyes and was half-convinced Keira would actually do it, would open the door and join them (Finally, [Andrew] could hear [Neil] say in the back of her mind), but then.

Keira's slack hands turned into fists.

Her jaw tightened, sharper than knives, all that violent potential turned inwards. A flash of pain in her eyes that spoke of how an ocean of blood was currently inundating Keira, suffocating her. 

“Send me a message when…” she trailed off, avoiding [Andrew]'s gaze. 

Left.

I'm planning on posting it in time for kinktober because there will be Kink (so much kink aaaa), and currently I'm predicting it will be around 20k, but You Know Me, it will probably be 30k lmao

(reblogs fuel me to write faster btw ❤️)