#sub!andrea marowski x reader

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𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 || sub!Andrea Marowski x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 || he loves being your puppy, and he's quite well-trained if a little rambunctious. and you love being his mommy, though you've absolutely spoiled him rotten.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 || 3.5k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 || smut (oral f and m receiving, penetrative sex, handjobs, frottage/dry humping) dom/sub dynamics, md/lb dynamics (kinda), pet play (but it's pretty light, like no collars or food bowls or anything), 'puppy' and 'good boy' petnames, mommy kink, public sex/exhibitionism (nobody actually sees tho!)

In a lot of ways, Andrea was already very much like a puppy: whenever you came home, he jumped up and ran to the door to hug you tightly and kiss your face all over; he loved to walk along the beach or through the woods, but was easily distracted by animals or flowers or a pretty shell or pinecone to hand you; he enjoyed scratches behind the ear, head pets and belly rubs, and biscuits as a reward for good behavior; and, perhaps most of all, he had a tendency to whine, beg, and pout when he wanted something.

Slipping into his puppy space was less about entering a secondary state of being for him, and more like acknowledging the parts of himself he’d been taught to hide until he met you.

You knew by now how to tell when he was in that state of mind, you could sense it sometimes before he even knew; like tonight, when you woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of his body pressed right up to yours, his breaths coming hot and fast against your neck— and most notably, his cock rubbing up on your thigh.

The poor thing was humping your leg, literally. "Mommy," he whispered weakly into the dark.

"Oh, puppy, are you being bad?"

He shook his head quickly as he pouted a bit, but didn't stop rocking his hips. "I-I didn't wanna wake you up…"

"But you know only bad puppies act so naughty," you reminded him, "and good puppies ask their mommy for help when they're feeling needy."

He hesitated for a second, conflicted on what he should do. It was somewhat out of character for him; he was normally quite well-behaved, unendingly eager to please. “Will you… will you please help me, mommy?” he finally asked quietly, and you smiled as you turned on your side to face him, reaching down between your bodies to grasp his cock through his pyjama trousers. He choked a little but began to rub himself against your hand before you could even slip your hand inside and touch him without any barriers.

“What got you so excited, puppy?” you asked gently.

“Had a dream,” he explained. “Y-your mouth was on me…”

“And that made your cock all hard and leaky, huh?” you pressed, chuckling when he nodded and whimpered as you twisted your hand at the end of each long, slow stroke.

“M-more, please,” he breathed. “I need more, just a li’l bit more, please?”

“Yeah? What do you need?”

“Need to be inside you,” he sighed.

“That’s a lot more!” you laughed, and he whined as he leaned forward to bury his face against your neck.

“Mommy, please!” he cried. “I-I’ll be really good, I’ll make you feel good. Can I please fuck you, Mommy?”

You were always a sucker for him talking like that, and he knew it; you nodded and he was already on top of you in an instant, kissing your face as he started to reach beneath himself to push up your nightgown and spread your legs.

“Thank you,” he breathed, “I’m gonna be so good for you, Mommy.”

“I know, puppy,” you smiled, “you always are.”

He didn’t waste much time slipping himself inside you, in fact he didn’t waste any time at all, so it was a good thing you were already plenty wet from seeing him beg and whine so well.

You let your head fall back against the down pillow, lips spilling out his name in a sigh as he filled you to the brim. He wasn’t particularly experienced, and a little too submissive to be particularly skilled, but he was so enthusiastic and he had a great cock— just thick enough to stretch you the way you craved, just long enough to press so deep into you that you could feel it a little the next day. And you loved that feeling, it reminded you of how good your puppy had been for you which kept you in the mood to spoil him.

He whimpered and moaned weakly as he thrusted into you, making you smile in bemusement at his neediness. “How does it feel, puppy?” you asked, mocking him slightly since the answer was obvious.

“F-feels really good, Mommy,” he stammered.

He always rushed in times like this, impatiently chasing the pleasure that your body gave him so effortlessly. Already he was picking up the pace, moaning louder and gripping your hips to keep himself stable. Luckily, you found it cute, otherwise you would probably have to punish him for it.

Suddenly, he reached under your nightgown and grabbed handfuls of your chest, gasping as he pinched your hardened nipples. Andrea absolutely had a fixation on your breasts, always begging you for just a glimpse or a touch or a taste— but it was never enough, he always wanted more. You were happy to give it to him, though, and even now the way he groped them desperately made your walls bear down on him suddenly.

You heard him choke on his own throat at the feeling, squeezing your tits harder to make you do it again. “Ah, ah,” he panted weakly, and his sweet little noises only turned you on more.

“You’re doing so good,” you cooed softly, struggling to keep your voice from wavering due to your own moans. “You’re such a good little puppy, fuck, my sweet boy…”

“Mommy,” he sobbed, “can I come? Please?”

You wanted to laugh at his poor stamina, but you held it back. “Not yet, puppy, you know Mommy always comes first,” you reminded him, though that was only partly true; you weren’t counting all those times you randomly stroked him and let him come for you just because he was clearly a little needy and you felt like helping him. The rule was more of a guideline, and mainly applied when mutual pleasure was involved— like now.

And Andrea, forced to follow this rule, whined a bit as he dug his fingers deeper into your hips. “Please, I— I’m so close, I can’t last very long, Mommy, not when you’re s-so warm…”

“Then you need to work harder to make me come— c’mon puppy, you know how,” you instructed.

That he did; he reached down between your bodies to begin circling two fingers over your bud, not particularly precise but still effective enough. At the same time he licked desperately at your neck, finding the spot that made your back arch and focusing on it hardest.

It was working, and pretty damn fast, but apparently still not fast enough.

“Please, please come, Mommy,” he whimpered, “please, I wanna make you come, oh fuck, please? Am I being good? Am I a good puppy?”

“Yes, yes,” you chanted, holding onto his arms like you feared you’d somehow lose your balance while lying down. “Yes, just a little more— I’m gonna come, puppy.”

He whined through his teeth and fucked you faster; you could feel his cock flexing against your walls, you knew it was taking every ounce of his willpower to hold himself back, and just imagining him so close to the edge from fucking you for just a few minutes helped propel you to your own bliss.

The absolute second that you started to come (he could tell by the way your channel began to grip him and you choked out a gasp), he spilled over the edge with you— and inside you. You only let the both of you catch your breath for a second before you got on him for that: "Oh, puppy, did you make a mess?” you tutted in faux disapproval. "You know you have to clean that up."

He swallowed for a moment before pulling out with a little wince and sliding down under the covers— and suddenly licking right over your opening, making you gasp before you could stop yourself. "Like this, Mommy?"

"Yeah, puppy, like that," you agreed, moaning as he licked you again. "Don't stop until you've cleaned up every drop of the mess you made."

Right away he slipped his tongue inside you, lapping up his own seed and humming excitedly. "You like the way we taste together, don't you?" you realised with a smirk, and he nodded against you.

"Yes, mommy, tastes really really good," he agreed eagerly.

“Come back up here and let me taste it, too, then,” you purred, and he popped right back out to hover above you and give you a sloppy, hungry kiss. You opened your mouth to kiss him back, letting your tongue slide over his as he moaned softly into your mouth.

The kiss deepened and yet slowed down at the same time, both of you relaxing and wrapping your arms around each other. He let out the quietest little yelp when you gently bit his lip, making you smile against him.

“You’re a very good boy, Andrea,” you approved quietly as he turned you both to lay on your sides, still lazily kissing while his hands clenched at your back. “You like being a good puppy for me?”

He nodded slightly, though you could tell he was completely exhausted and already starting to fall back asleep.

“C’mon, just cuddle up to me and go back to sleep, baby,” you cooed, smiling as he obeyed right away, pulling you closer and finding that way his head fit perfectly in the crook of your neck.

“I love you so much, Mommy,” he mumbled sleepily as he nuzzled against you, holding you tight.

“I love you even more, puppy,” you whispered back with a kiss to his head, drifting off to sleep almost as quickly as he did.

~

He stumbled into the kitchen, his hair all a mess and his hands still rubbing his eyes— but apparently the smell of breakfast had been enough to tempt him out of bed. “Good morning,” you greeted with a chuckle. “You slept pretty late.”

“Well, there was a little interruption in the middle of my sleep,” he remembered with a tilted smile as he sat down at the table.

“A little interruption indeed… you didn’t even last five minutes,” you reminded him, hoping to see him get all embarrassed the way you loved so much.

“Yeah, well, neither did you,” he smirked in return; you forgot sometimes that he wasn’t always as naïve and helpless as he got when he was completely in puppy mode.

“Is sunny side up alright?” you asked, turning your attention back to the eggs in the skillet and changing the subject before he caught you flustered by his comment.

“Yes, sounds great,” he agreed, “need any help?”

“No, you just get yourself something to drink and it’ll be ready in just a minute,” you decided, and he just filled a glass with water from the sink before returning to his seat at the table.

Truth be told, you enjoyed serving him like this. It wasn’t a submissive thing; just a caring thing, just knowing that he needed you. Plus, he was so adorable when he smiled up at you as you placed a plate in front of him. “Thank you, Mommy,” he hummed happily before grabbing his fork and knife, and you wondered if he even noticed that he’d called you by the title… you could remember when he was so ashamed of it that he would only do it in the throes of passion right as he came. Then he’d warmed up to it a little and used it more liberally in the bedroom, but only recently had he started using it outside of those times. In fact, he was using it more and more— and you loved it so much, it still made your heart swell every time.

When your own food was ready not too much later, you took a seat across from him and ate with him in a silence that was anything but awkward. Nothing needed to be said; you just liked to watch him look at you or look out the window at the scenery. “Looks nice out,” he noticed.

“Yeah, the weather should be really nice today,” you agreed. "Do you wanna go out for a walk today, Andrea?"

"Yes please," he beamed at you again. "Can we walk in the park?"

"Sure, baby, wherever you want," you cooed. "You've been very good, you deserve it."

So, he clutched your hand in his, swinging your arm a bit, as the two of you strolled along the pavement in the park that afternoon, admiring the fall foliage in every direction. His desire to jump into a pile of crunchy leaves was dampened when you reminded him there might be spiders in it… Andrea was quite afraid of spiders.

And thunderstorms. And doctor’s visits. Like any puppy would be. Sometimes you thought maybe he had really been one in a past life, or one who made a wish to be a real boy or something like that…

“Do you ever think about trees?” he asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“I mean, do you think about what trees must be thinking?”

“I’m not sure trees… do much thinking,” you replied, narrowing your eyes a bit.

“But what if they do!” he chirped. “What do they think about? Are they jealous of us walking around, or do they just think it’s strange?”

You let out a snort, squeezing his hand a little tighter. “You’re such a silly boy,” you teased lovingly.

You spared a glance down at the pavement; “Oh, Andrea, your shoe’s untied,” you noticed with a sigh, both of you stopping in your tracks, “here, let me fix it for you…”

Before he could really say anything, you knelt at his feet and retied his laces. It only took a moment, during which a biker whizzed by and gave you both a quick wave, and you patted his foot through the shoe quickly before you stood up. When you met his gaze again, that was when you knew something had gone slightly wrong (or, perhaps, exactly right).

Maybe it was because you had been kneeling in front of him, maybe it was just that you’d shown a little bit of your caregiver side out in public like this, or maybe it was just one of those random things that happened to him just because he was young… but Andrea was obviously getting hard.

You noticed not from looking at his trousers but just by seeing the look on his face, hearing him clear his throat nervously, and most unambiguously, the way he suddenly requested that you two sit on a nearby bench rather than keep walking.

He sort of crossed his legs, clearly hoping to keep it from being visible, but you didn’t need to see his growing bulge to know it was there. You licked your lips a little as you watched him look around, apparently attempting to seem nonchalant but only managing to look more anxious than ever.

You thought he looked so unstoppably cute trying to hide his erection, tugging at his slacks and biting his lip ever so slightly. "Are you ready to get up from the bench?" you asked, pretending not to know why he shook his head so fervently. "Do you wanna go home?"

"N-no," he answered quickly, "not… not right now…"

You leaned in a little closer, hearing him breathe a little heavier. "Are you feeling needy, puppy?" you whispered in his ear, grinning when he nodded awkwardly. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"We're in public," he whispered back.

"That doesn't matter," you explained, "it's my job to take care of you. If you need help, I'll help you."

"B-but someone might see," he whined, jumping slightly as you ran your hand up his thigh.

"Take your cock out and show me what you need help with, puppy," you instructed; he was clearly stressed by the idea, hands shaking and cheeks turning that perfect pink shade as he unbuttoned his fly, reaching into his boxers and pulling his hard, swollen cock out into the open air. He hissed in a breath through his teeth as you wrapped one hand around it, and the other started to unbutton the front of your dress.

Slowly you began to stroke him, watching his face twist in restrained pleasure; precum had already gathered at his tip, and when you smeared it around to smooth out some of the friction, he bucked his hips up slightly into your palm.

"See how worked up you are, puppy?" you sighed. "You shouldn't have waited so long to tell me you needed me to touch you."

He gasped as you opened your dress enough to show your bra, which you pulled aside as well to give him a full view of your chest. "Oh, mommy," he whispered.

"You can touch me while I help you," you offered, and you'd hardly even finished saying it before his hands jumped right up to your breasts and massaged them, his lip catching between his teeth as you tightened your grip on his cock. “Is that better?”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, “oh god…”

“What’s wrong?” you cooed pityingly.

“Somebody might walk by,” he replied in a nervous whisper.

“So you’d better finish quickly before anybody does,” you returned quickly. “Can you do that, puppy? Can you come for me?”

“Kiss me,” he whispered. “Please? I’ll come faster if you kiss me…”

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, feeling his grip on your chest squeeze just a bit harder as he opened his mouth and let you slip your tongue between his teeth.

You kissed him for a while as you felt his cock start to flex against your hand a bit. You could tell all his energy was building up, you could feel it in the way he kissed you more fervently and groped your tits when even more reckless neediness. Hoping to push him even further, you stroked him faster and egged on every little weak moan from him with an encouraging nod.

He pulled back first, staring down at you through his lashes. “Y-you’re so pretty, mommy,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you grinned, watching him swallow as he nodded. “Thank you, baby— I think you’re pretty, too. The most beautiful puppy in the whole wide world.”

“O-oh,” he croaked, “m’close… I’m— I’m gonna come, Mommy, can I come?”

“Yeah, puppy, go ahead,” you nodded, “I’m just gonna make sure we don’t leave a mess in the park, okay?”

He nodded, not seeming to understand what that meant: that is, until you leaned down and suckled on the head of his cock while you kept stroking the rest. “Oh!” he gasped, a bit too loud, his hand finding a tight grip on your hair in surprise. “Ohhhh, M-Mommy,” he groaned, obviously trying to be quieter but struggling a bit, “I-I… I’m coming…”

You sucked a little harder as he started to shoot ropes of come to the back of your throat, coating your tongue almost faster than you could swallow it down. You squeezed your fingers and suckled at his tip, trying to get out every last drop. You kept going until his come was drained and his moans shifted from pleasure to pain (a subtle change that you could tell pretty well by now), and you decided to give him a break. As much as you loved overstimulating him and hearing him struggle between begging for mercy and begging for more, now was not the time and here was not the place.

Instead, you just swallowed what was left and sat up with a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as he awkwardly stuffed his cock back into his pants.

“Feeling a little better, honey?” you prompted with a smirk, watching him nod quickly while he caught his breath.

“I was so afraid somebody would see,” he admitted nervously.

"You were so so good, puppy, letting mommy help you," you praised, seeing him smile bashfully as you booped him on the nose with your fingertip. You quickly stood up off the bench and pulled him up with you, wrapping your arms around his waist. "How about we go to the soda fountain and have a little treat? Since you've been so good?"

That certainly got his attention. "Can I get ice cream, mommy? With sprinkles?"

"Yes, but don't eat it too fast or you'll get a tummy ache like last time," you warned as you started to guide him to walk alongside you, towards the way to the soda fountain..

"But I kinda like when you rub my tummy 'cause it's hurting," he admitted with a shy grin, starting to swing your arm again as he held your hand.

“Well, I’ll give you a belly rub when we get home, whether or not it’s hurting, so there’s no reason to stuff your face,” you decided.

Even though he paced himself with his dessert this time, he ended up telling you that his tummy hurt when you got home anyways— just so you’d let him lay his head on your lap while you played with hair, rubbing his stomach and back when he asked for it, forgoing ‘I told you so’s for soft little coos of ‘poor puppy’ instead. He decided then to fake being sick a little more often, just because he loved how tenderly and thoroughly you cared for him.

And maybe you knew he was faking it, but neither of you minded him being spoiled so much.

[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #20 - Lactation - Andrea

Ever since you had announced to Andrea your pregnancy, he never left you alone.

Andrea was over the moon to know you two were having a child and instantly he was trying to babyproof the house, though you told him there was plenty of time to do so later. The next day, he had come home with many different books on how to look after babies and how to be a good father. He was so focused on doing well for them that it had been days since he last played the violin.

He was so careful around you as well, trying to make sure you weren’t doing anything that could put stress on you and doing everything he could to make your every day more comfortable, though some days it could become overbearing.

What you were more concerned about, though, was Andrea feeling like he would be replaced in your affections. Though he never would admit it, he loved to be your baby, being so needy for you and now that he was becoming a dad, he felt like he had to be responsible and not needy like he used to be. Though in the mornings you always awoke to him curled up in your arms, his face resting by your chest, wanting to suck on your breasts.

You suppose no matter what, something’s could never change in a guy.

It was in the evening when it happened. You and Andrea had just snuggled into bed, your arm wrapped around him as he lent into your shoulder. His eyes wouldn’t leave your breasts. His hand slowly reached out and palmed them, then looked up at you for permission.

“You know you can suck on them if you want Andrea,”

“Thank you mamusiu,” he murmurs, giving you a shy smile before pulling your top down to expose your breasts, which had swelled in the recent weeks. His delicate hands came to cover them briefly, squeezing the tissues in his palms to feel their warmness.

After a few minutes of fondling them, Andrea moved forward and took one nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, and then sucked.

Then you both let out a cry of surprise as Andrea pulled back. Just as he sucked, you felt something come out of you, something you had never felt before. While as Andrea had started to suck, he suddenly felt some liquid in his mouth and pulled back in shock.

Both of you stared as a drop of white breast milk formed on the top of your nipple, gleaming in the light.

“I must have started lactation early,” you murmur to yourself, moving to cradle that sensitive breast. You expected Andrea to say something in return, but he remained silent and eventually, you turned your head to look at him and realised his eyes were focused on the drop intently as he licked his lip absentmindedly.

Though he had only tasted it for a split second before pulling back, it had tasted wonderful on his tongue and he instantly was hit with a craving to taste more.

“Andrea?”

He was pulled from his thoughts and instantly looked away from you, blushing. “Sorry, y/n…”

“D-do you want to taste it?”

His face glanced back to yours, eyes wide at your statement. “Y-You sure?”

You smirk at him and nod, “Go ahead, Andrea,”

Hesitantly, he dipped his head down again and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He started sucking, and your hand instantly grasped his hair to hold him close to you as you felt him beginning to suck the milk out of your breast. Andrea’s eyes immediately fluttered closed as he drank the milk, delighting in the sweet taste of it as it warmed his throat.

He started to suck intently, letting out little moans as his lips moved over your nipples, trying to drink everything he could from it, determined not to miss a spot.

His tongue flicked your nipple as well to make you shudder, but mostly he sucked until no more milk flowed out of your nipple. Slowly you pulled away, and you chuckled, seeing a drop of milk on his lower lip. You moved your hand to hold his chin as you wiped the droplet of milk with your thumb and stuck it into his mouth so he would suck your thumb while he started in your eyes.

After you pulled your thumb away from him, your hand returned to his hair, stroking him.

“Did you enjoy that, Andrea?”

“More than anything,”

“Well, there is still one more for you to drink from love,”

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Favorite Fics - f1yogurt

A compilation of my favorite fics, I needed a place to keep them all and I will slowly be adding more as I find them. Not in any particular order. Feel free to browse and give some love to these amazing authors!

(I'm not keeping track of which are explicit so Minors DNI 18+)

Daniel Characters

Laszlo Kreizler (imma be honest, all of these are my favorite)

Abandonment Requires Expectation - sub!Laszlo x Reader

go together like horse and carriage - Laszlo x John x Sara (drunk Laszlo is best Laszlo)

The Ripping Case of Ms. Delia Rodwick - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Good Boy - puppy play, sub!Laszlo x Reader

Laszlo Kreizler Headcanons - NSFW

Manuals of Love's Devotion - sub!Laszlo x Reader

Helmut Zemo

Baron Zemo Imagine - sub!Zemo x reader

Niki Lauda

Born to be Wild - Niki x fem!F1 Driver Reader

The Heist - spy!AU, Niki x Reader

Fluff Prompt - on the beach, Niki x Reader

eine ratte und eine maus - Niki x fem!Reader

Andrea Marowski

Throw Me a Bone - sub!Andrea x Reader

Sebastian Zöllner

The Artist and His Muse - mild sub!Sebastian x Reader

Born to Beg - sub!Sebastian x Reader

Best Boy - sub!Sebastian x Reader

WinterBaron

Drossel - trains, Bucky/Zemo on the run, malewife!Zemo vibes

WinterBaron Push! Verse - literally my favorite thing, kind of an AU, omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

The White Wolf is my Alpha - omega!Zemo x Alpha!Bucky

Masterlists

cazzyimagines - Bruhl babe's dream

sub-danny - sub!Danny wowow

scuttle-buttle - so much goodness

rumblelibrary - lots of Niki and Laszlo!

mypoisonedvine - lots of characters beyond Danny too

dreaminrubies - assorted gems

kadeuuijib -sub!Danny

[cazzyvintage]

A broken melody

Synopsis: You and Andrea were the perfect couple. After he washed up on the shores of Cornwall it felt like you two were destined to be together. But when he starts disappearing early hours in the morning and staying away for the whole day, you can't help but start to doubt everything you believed.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's note: It's been like a month since I last put out a proper one-shot so hear you are! I am just about to move away to Uni so activity/writing on this account and my side account @sub-danny will decrease but I will still try to write when I can! Also as a note for the fic, I do not condone the reader's actions, nor do I think any of you lovely beings would behave that way, the reader is written to do certain things because this is intended as a angst fic.

Warnings: f!reader, ANGST, Sad Andrea hours, almost cried while writing this, reader is kinda a dick

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Grains of warm seashore sunk between your toes. Your hand clutched the soft hand of Andrea’s with an iron grip as your feet flicked up the sand from where you were running along the beach, leaving a trail of your existence in the ground. A chuckle escaped your lips as you felt Andrea’s grip on your hand slip as he slid in the sand and almost tumbled into the ground. He managed to correct himself, however, with a swift glance to you, he joined in your giggles with a light tinge to his cheeks.

When the two of you tried running and rolling about on the beach, you found yourself sitting on one of the rocks in the shallow part of the sea, listening to the gentle laps of the waves upon the stone. Your arm wrapped around Andrea’s arm as you rested your head upon his shoulder, occasionally placing a few gentle kisses on his shirt, making him humm in happiness as he looked out to the sea. Though the smell of the sea was powerful and delightful, you could still smell the distinct scent of lavender and honey that came from Andrea and soothed your being.

Though the sight of the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizon was beautiful, that wasn’t what occupied Andrea’s mind. Instead, it was ablaze with thoughts about how he had almost drowned in these very sea’s, about how if he hadn’t, he would have been in America currently and how thankful he was that the boat did crash.

You two were happy sitting in your silence, listening to the sound of the sea and feeling the breeze on your face and through your hair. When Andrea didn’t know English, you two had to grow used to enjoying each others company in silence. Now even though his English had improved, you two found comfort in the silence. Still, he had so many things he wanted to say but didn’t know the complexity of the English language to express such profound words and feelings.

“I’m happy”, he murmurs, pulling his eyes away from the horizon to give you an enchanting smile.

w“Because of your new violin?”

After Andrea had decided to stay in England with you, he needed a job, so you weren’t paying for all his expenses, and so he borrowed one of the violins from a fellow villager and performed around the area until he had earned enough money to buy his own violin. He was so excited when the two of you took the train up to London to buy it that he couldn’t sit still. He ran to the shop when he saw it. Then finally, he selected the violin he wanted and could afford, and he carried it around so carefully on the way home, staring at it in amazement, even stroking it. At the end of the day, he serenaded you, playing song after song to show his excitement at having his own violin and the love he held for you.

Andrea chuckled at your comment and then pressed a prompt kiss to your forehead before looking out to the sea again, his eyes glossing over.

“Yes, but that’s not all. I am happy to be here with you. I’m happy I no go to America.”

You squeeze Andrea’s arm tighter, hearing his words, pushing your face into the side of his arm. “This might sound bad, but I am glad you crashed that night and got washed up on this beach.”

Andrea leaned down to place the side of his head on top of yours as you two watched the sun finally dip under the horizon, showering the sky in an abundance of colours.

“I’m glad too.”

The two of you felt so content with each other at this moment, warmth enrapturing the two of you in a honeymoon bliss, but the bliss would turn sour over the next few months as the once gentle sea turned into a raging storm.

It was only a week later when you awoke in your bed and found out Andrea had already left, leaving his side cold and empty in the early hours of the morning. He had been spending more time away from your house where he had moved in to live with you. You knew this was normal. He had friends in the village; he had a social life. He couldn’t be with you all the time. Yet worry grasped you like an envious snake as you feared his absence was down to that German painter who had arrived recently in the village.

She and Andrea could speak the same language fluently, able to communicate with ease which you and Andrea couldn’t. It was only natural you would feel some jealousy prickle at your heart because of it. She could communicate in a way with Andrea that you might never be able to.

It still caused you pain that he was choosing to spend time with her rather than you. You were his girlfriend; you were supposed to matter most to him; you were supposed to be the one he wanted to spend all his time with. Not her.

After a month of this happening on a daily occurrence, you decided you had had enough. In the morning, you stuck to your usual routine, and for once, Andrea had stayed for the morning. You made him breakfast and had it out on the table when he finally made his way down the staircase. He was whistling one of the songs he had started learning on his violin, and as he saw the food you had put out on the table, he beamed at you and quickly sat down to eat it all up. When he was finished, he made a catlike stretch then stood up. With a bounce in his step, he made his way over to where you stood by the sink and placed a delicate kiss on your cheek.

The smell of lavender and honey swarmed you again at his presence, but it didn’t fill you with the same amount of elevation like it once did before.

His eyes sparkled as he walked over to his new violin, which he had been polishing only last night, so it gleamed in the morning sun filtering through the window. Delicately he picked up the priceless violin and gingerly held it as he walked over to the front door. He turned on his heels to nod at you and wave goodbye as he gave you one last gentle smile, and then he was through the door and disappearing down your front garden. It wasn’t a long-distance he was to walk, and he didn’t think anything of the journey. The sun was shining, the air was cool, and he felt satisfied with his breakfast. What he didn’t know, however, was merely five minutes after he left the house; you too had left the house and started on your journey of following him. You kept just enough distance so he wouldn’t hear your footsteps or get any feeling of being followed, but you kept close enough to watch where he went and to ensure he didn’t leave your eyesight.

As predicted, you saw him turn the corner and open the gate to Olga’s cottage. He merry strolls up the dirt path and politely knocks on the green wooden door. You watched between the shield’s of the bushes as a lump came to your throat as the door was opened, and without a moment’s hesitation, Andrea strolled in.

From there, you had no clue what he was doing, but you could feel your blood boil at the thought of it. Not only was it improper for a guy to meet with a woman when he was dating someone else but to go into her house? It is scandalous.

Trying to be as discrete as possible, you tiptoed over to one of the main windows at the front of the house. Part of it was opened, so you had to be careful they didn’t hear you getting near, and you had to position yourself to lean against the wall so they couldn’t see you, but you could see them. Your back pressed against the burning bricks, but soon you were able to get a good angle to look inside.

Andrea was stood in the middle of his room, his suit jacket discarded on one of the chairs, leaving him in just his white shirt, waistcoat and slacks. He held up his pristine violin in a pose, making it look like he was playing it while Olga stood by her canvas, starting to outline the shape of Andrea on it. He looked so intently at her; his eyes were unmoving. You could feel your muscles tense and your jaw clenching as you watched the two of them.

With the window opened, you could hear every little noise inside, the sound of the brush on the canvas, the sound of Andrea occasionally playing a few notes and eventually the sound of them talking.

“Have you thought any more about my offer?” Olga said gently, her eyes leaving the canvas to look at Andrea with an eyebrow raised and an inquisitive smile on her lips.

Andrea breaths in and then let out a little sigh as his eyes finally leave Olga to look down at the ground as his eyebrows furrow.

“I’m not sure; it’s a big decision.”

“I know Andrea,” Olga says warmly as he leaves the canvas to walk other to Andrea, standing too close. “But my brother really can help you. This is your chance for a big break. He’s in London next week, go there, and I am sure he will give you a place, and then you will travel the world.”

With a shudder down your spine, you knew you had heard enough. Your feet moved on their own as you quickly ran back down the front garden and out of the gate, onto the same road you had walked only a few minutes ago. Your hand came to your chest and pressed against it as if trying to cradle your broken heart. You could barely lift your head from looking down at the ground, not that that would serve you any help, for your eyes were so swarmed with tears that the path before you was blurry. You stumbled down the road as you reached your house again, particularly flinging yourself through the door as you slammed it shut behind you. Your back hit the hard wood, and slowly you sunk to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and finally let out the sobs that had been threatening to fall from you the moment you saw Andrea and Olga together.

You stayed on the floor, just crying your heart out for a good half an hour when really it felt like an eternity had passed of your suffering, drawn out to the ends of time. Your pain had transformed to no longer grieving all that had been lost, all of the wasted time and all of the kindness you had poured out of your soul, but instead to a burning fire of hatred, hotter than hell itself and directed towards the devil with his oh so sweet disguise.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a pile of clothing, his clothing. You had washed it only just this morning for him and piled it on the chair, ready to take up to the bedroom. But now, you stomped forward, roughly grabbing the clothes and shoving them into a bag you had lying around, not caring for how neatly they were packed. If he was so eager to leave, then you shall save him the hassle and have his bags packed for when he comes back.

Andrea was with her for hours, which now gave you plenty of time to remove all of his dark presence from the house. You took everything and hurled them down the stairs, not caring how damaged they might become. You even had the decency to put everything into a bag; how kind of that is you? Clothes, music sheets, little toys he found cute and had brought, all the shells he found on the beach and had given to you. Even the promise rings he had saved up his money to buy for the two of you were carelessly tossed into the pile of rubbish. As the sun started to sink, you finished packing and had everything by the door, ready to go, when you heard the unmistakable sound of light footsteps on gravel and the noise of the doorknob rattling.

Andrea opened the door, looking forward to seeing your beautiful face again, but as he attempted to push the door open fully, it hit one of the many bags. The sudden jolt of the door on the unexpecting Andrea made him trip and almost fall over, quickly making him panic due to his precious violin still within his hand, but he managed to catch himself. He blinked rapidly as his eyebrows furrowed, looking at all the bags of his belonging before him. His mouth opened slightly, but then he caught sight of you staring at him in the corner of his eyes, and he looked up to you, tilting his head.

“Y/n… what is this?”

Your eyes narrowed at his fain for ignorance, how those big round eyes looked at you with his portrayal of confusion, it made the heat inside of you burn like a dying star, the last remains of the light and love for him slowly diminishing.

“How dare you try and act surprised”, you seethed through your teeth as you crossed your arms and straightened your back, your gaze never leaving Andrea’s.

Andrea’s lips moved wordlessly, his eyelids squinting as he desperately tried to figure out what was going on, “I no understand.”

Your lips curled back in a snarl as you stepped forward to Andrea, your whole body tensed and your fists curling. Andrea could easily see from your body language how angry you were, and he paled, seeing how this anger was directed towards him.

“I know what you were planning to do, run away and leave me alone while you join that orchestra with the whore”

Andrea’s skin was almost paperwhite as the realisation came to him; his eyes grew round in their shock as his mouth opened slightly and his hand clenched his violin tightly. It took him a second to even form any words in his mind as he felt frozen to the spot.

“Y/n, no! It’s not like that; let me explain,” he began, finally raising his foot to take a step towards you, but you cut through his actions with your following sentence.

“There’s no need to try and come up with excuses; I want you gone.”

“Y/n, please! I was going to ask you to come with me. I wouldn’t leave without you!”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I knew you were going to run away with her, with Olga,” you cry, feeling tears daring to spill out of your eyes again, but you were trying to hold them back. You didn’t want Andrea to see how hurt he had made you.

=Andrea’s bottom lip was wobbling, the sides of his lips turned downwards as his eyebrows raised, desperation in those big brown eyes of his as he shakes his head, a few tears of his own spilling out.

“I wasn’t because I don’t love her; I love you, please believe me.”

“Stop lying”, you screamed as he once against tried to step closer to you, his unoccupied hand reaching out to try and grasp yours in comfort and reassurance. You had never been so angry in your life before, but at that moment, seeing Andrea have the audacity to try and get close to you made your heart burn in pain. It was like your vision went red, and all you could think about was hurting him, hurting him just as he had hurt you. Hardly even thinking about it, you lunged forward and grasped the end of the violin in Andrea’s hand. Andrea stumbled in surprise but maintained his grip on it, desperately trying to stop you from taking it without hurting you. You kept tugging at it through, and slowly he could feel his grip loosen in his hand. He cried out in shock and surprise as the violin was finally yanked from his hands, and then everything seemed to go into slow motion.

Violin in hand, you held up the instrument and then slammed it down with all the force you possessed, watching how it fell to the hard floor. As it hit the floor, cracks ran up the side till it finally exploded into a shower of wood chips, the strings getting out a violent twang as they snapped, and then everything settled as it became a pile of wood and sting on the floor.

Andrea froze, his eyes unable to move from where the broken violin rested. Neither of you said a word as fresh tears swarmed his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Slowly he sank to the floor. He picked up the broken pieces in his hands and gently brought them to his chest to cradle them as the first few sounds of sobbing echoed from him. His whole body heaved, and his head was cast down as the tears spilt onto the wooden floor.

“My violin”, he sniffed, his body visibly shaking. You might have felt sorry for him at any other time, but at this moment, you were so swarmed with anger that the sound of him crying just made you all the madder. He was acting like you were the villain of this story when he was the one who was going to run off; he was the one who hurt you. Well, now he couldn’t go and play in that orchestra with no violin.

“Why,” was all he was eventually able to say, his voice breaking as he whispered the single word. He dared to look up at you, the tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed, wishing for you to talk to him, to answer him, not to leave him in silence.

“I want you gone in ten minutes” was the only reply you offered him.

He couldn’t take the broken violin with him, and so with so much tenderness, he placed it down by the side of the door and slowly stood up again. With shaking hands, he gathered all the bags, dropping them a few times in his rush as he could hardly hold them or see them through his clouded eyes.

He turned back to the door, which now showed the sun setting and let in the bitterly cold wind. It hit his face, making his eyes burn and cloud with even more tears. He took like last forlorn look at you, his red shot eyes on yours.

“Y/n… please”, he whispered in a broken voice.

“Get out”

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Kinkmas #15 - Dry humping - Andrea

When you finally got the door opened into your home, both you and Andrea felt like collapsing on the ground. What had started off as a simple walk around the seashore turned into you two running errands for nearly the entire village, as the two of you just couldn’t say no. As soon as you had finished one task, like picking up some fish from the trading dock, you were then given another task such as going down to the shops to get the newspaper as they felt too ill to leave the house. All you could say was that you were lucky Andrea was with you, for he made good company.

Holding onto his arm, you dragged him into the living room and both of you climbed onto the sofa, lying down next to each other to just embrace one and other and cuddle for a bit as you slowly collected your energy again.

Honestly, you likely dozed off during your break, feeling at peace in Andrea’s arms. All you knew was that you were lying on your side, with Andrea’s chest pressed against your back, when you felt something poking into your side.

You groaned slightly and moved in Andrea’s arms, and that was when you heard him whimper behind you.

“Y/n…”

“Andrea, are you… are you turned on right now?”

“I can’t help it!” he whined, pushing his hips forward slightly to rub it against the material of your trousers.

“Andrea, I’m too… I’m too tired right now,”

“I know, it’s okay, maybe, maybe it might go down in a bit,”

You both knew it would take a while, and it wouldn’t exactly be pleasant for Andrea. But knowing he will do that for you because he knew you were too tired to do anything else warmed your heart.

“Look just, just hump into my leg, okay love, get yourself off that way,”

Though you couldn’t see it, Andrea moved his head up to glance down at you.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, Andrea, just be a good boy and do that for me so you can settle again,”

“Yes y/n,,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your face as he snuggles back down, pressing his body against yours tightly as his hand wraps around your waist.

He’s slow at first, slowly pushing his hips forward and back into you, rocking his erection against your ass, but he was young. He needed more sensations. Soon his breathing quickened as he rutted his hips harsher into your back, his hand clasping your skin tightly so you wouldn’t move too much from his thrusts. He whimpered, burying his face in your neck as he let a few moans leave his lips.

“There we go, that’s good, that’s good love,” you tell him, adding what little you could from your exhausted body. You felt the bulge grow bigger and twitch within Andrea’s slacks as he grew closer and closer to finishing, his hips now rutting into you as fast as he could. He let out a few ragged breaths, a final whine escaping him as he came in his pants, his hips staggering as he did so.

He rocked his hips gently a few more times, and then eventually, he stopped, panting from everything. Once he had recovered, he placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck and whispered a thank you. He snuggled into you again, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.

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Kinkmas #2 - Overstimulation - Andrea

Andrea’s head flung back. The jugular of his neck moved as he swallowed around the moan threatening to fall from his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip as he whimpered. His body tensed as he came again from your hand. It squirted out of him, hitting his abdomen, joining the pile that had already spilt onto him. He could barely breathe as he tried to recover from the orgasm. All he could do was lie there and pant as he floated within that orgasmic haze.

He suddenly flinched when he felt wetness upon his abdomen. He finally opened his eyes and glanced down to see you running your tongue up his stomach. Your eyes remained on him, though, not looking away as you licked a stripe up his abdomen. You licked up all of his spilt cum and slowly sat up again, staring down at him as he looked at you like a helpless puppy. “How many times is that now? Three? I think you can handle one more,”

“I’m-I’m not sure y/n,” he whispered, his voice sore from how much he had been moaning.

“You are a strong boy; I know you can,”

You paused for a minute, waiting for Andrea to nod his head with consent, and then you climbed onto his body, straddling his waist. His hands instantly grasped your waist to help stabilise you as you lift yourself up and slowly place yourself down onto his sensitive cock. As he felt himself pushing into your warmth, his jaw went slack, unable to make any noise to express the pleasure that filled him as he felt himself slip into your warm body and the sensitivity of his tip as it brushed up against your walls.

Tears swarmed in his eyes from the overstimulation, though he tried to blink them away. “Awh, love, it’s okay,” you say, raising your hand to cup Andrea’s face, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“Just one more, my love, you’ll love it,” you tell him and Andrea nods, his hips twitching to create some friction between the two of you. Taking that as your cue, you start to lift yourself up and down on Andrea’s cock, pushing yourself down harshly enough on Andrea to make his body move on the bed. With the speed you were going, Andrea hardly had any time to let out quiet moans, not that they remained quiet. As he lost himself more and more into the feeling of you, he shut his eyes again, the tears falling down his cheeks as he let out staggered breaths.

“Y/n I’m-I’m c-clo,” was all he could make out to you.

He felt utterly drained from how many times he had come already, but the fingers dug into your hips harshly as he let out another cry coming within you, only being able to squeeze out a few desperate squirts of cum. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine, wholly drained and dozed out by the time you finally stopped moving on him, letting his drained cock rest.

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Kinkmas #14 - Puppy Play - Andrea

You awoke to the sound of whining. It was close to your ear. You could feel another body pressed up against yours as well, and some warm hands tugging at your top. Slowly you cracked open your eyes, and you were welcomed with the sight of Andrea looking directly back at you, his warm cocoa eyes desperate as he let out another whine.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand and then sat up in bed to look over at Andrea. He had moved to the end of the bed and sat on his knees, his arms out before him. He didn't wear a top, but he wore striped pyjama bottoms, and it was clear as day to see the tent and wet patch appearing in the material.

"Are you excited, puppy?" You ask, raising an eyebrow and Andrea nods eagerly. You glanced at the window, which still had the curtains drawn and saw no light coming through.

"How early is it?" You mutter, turning to your cabinet to pick up your watch. Your eyes widen at sight.

"3 o'clock? Christ Andrea, could you not have waited?"

Andrea whined again, shaking his head and bapping at his bludge with his hand, trying to get across to you how turned on he was.

"I could make you hump a pillow, you know, like the bad puppy you are,"

His entire face dropped, his chest falling as well, disheartened. Though you wanted to remain mad at Andrea for waking you up early, seeing his sad puppy dog face struck a chord with you, and soon enough, you were pulling Andrea over to you, running your fingers through his hair to pet him as he buried his face in your neck.

"There there, it's okay, Puppy, I won't make you do that," you tell him as he whimpers against your shoulder. Slowly you trailed your hand down his chest, feeling his warm skin beneath your hand, and then you pushed your hand into his pyjama bottoms, grasping his hardened cock and giving it a few pumps. He moaned into your shoulder, even biting down on the skin lightly.

You pulled away from him to help Andrea slip off his bottoms, freeing his leaking cock, and Andrea helped you take off your clothes. Eventually, you laid down on the bed, and Andrea crawled over you, his face nudging back into your shoulder as he licks your skin a few times.

"That's it, that's a good boy," you tell him, stroking his hair again as Andrea settles between your legs and pushes his cock around till it finally finds your opening and then slowly pushes into you. He lets out a gasp as he feels himself slip into you, and at first, is careful to thrust into you a few times. His pace slowly picks up as he desperately chases his pleasure.

If only you had the time to grab his collar and leash from your play draw, you could have steadied Andrea, but without that, you could only pull on his hair as he thrust his hips faster and faster into you. Seeing his face swarmed with pleasure, though, was all that you needed, seeing how it scrunched up so cutely, the little whimpers he let out as he finally looked at you, waiting for your permission to let him cum.

You nodded your head, stroking your hand down his back as you felt your own climax come through.

"Such a good puppy, such a good boy," you tell him as he buries himself as deep into you as he could, coming inside of you and then collapsing on top of your body, completely spent. You stroked his hair as the two of you slowly drifted off into a heavy sleep again.

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Just think of Andrea going all horny bitch on you as he wants to get pegged so bad but you have to be mature and watch his health (but he is also annoying the hell out of you so you’d keep his bratty ass starving forever).

And he is all grinding against you and tell you he is so ready and you know he is a sick liar starving to get bottomed

A/n: This is a little short thing I wrote as I am going to be busy for the next few days/week but I needed to get some horny Andrea down. Honestly, I have been reading so much a/b/o stuff recently that even though this isn't that, it can be read like that with Andrea being an omega. Also, this isn't beta read as I have only just finished it and wanted to get it out quickly.

Word Count: 595

Warnings: Andrea being a horny guy, gender-neutral reader, mention of pegging, implied sex

“I need you”, he whined desperately into your ear. You could feel the way he pressed against you, how his hot breath rolled over the side of your face. The way he nibbled on your ear lobe and then panted, the sounds becoming more and more erotic as he continued.

“Please y/n, I’ll be good, I swear!”

When you couldn’t think it would get worse, you felt the way his crotch presses up to your side, and his evident bulge pressed into you, frantically seeking your attention. A pitiful whine left his lips again as he started to slowly hump onto you while his hands dug into your flesh, seeking stability.

“No, Andrea! We have been over this before.”

Doctors orders: Andrea needed rest and not to overexert himself.

You had rushed Andrea to the doctors when he had fainted one afternoon, seemingly without any cause, and they had determined that Andrea had been pushing past his energy limits and he needed rest. They summed it up that it was likely any work he was doing that would have caused it, but you two exchanged a meaningful glance, both knowing the real reason behind it. Nevertheless, the message was clear, Andrea needed to rest for the week. He didn’t seem to take the Doctor’s orders seriously, however. He became desperate for you. Horny for you.

This lead you two to the third day of his sex ban, where you were attempting to read a book, and Andrea had climbed onto you like some horny dog and started to hump at your side.

“I’m ready! I feel so much better than I did before y/n,” he whined, pushing his hips up into you again, but with a harsh jerk of your hand, you managed to unlodge Andrea and have him fall back onto the ground. Typical Andrea, though, he wasn’t one to give up.

Getting onto his knees and collecting himself, he brushed the dust off himself and sent you a pouty look. However, he recovered from his sulk rather quickly when his need for you to peg him became too strong again. Pulling himself off his knees, instead, he pushed the book out of your hand to be able to sit down on your lap.

He faced away from you, but you knew plastered on his face was that cheeky smirk of his, knowing he was getting under your skin. He wasn’t doing any favours with the way he started to grind his ass into your crotch, letting out little mewls of pleasure from just the friction alone.

Your hands grasped ahold of Andrea’s arms, determined to push him off you again, but then you caught a glimpse of his face. His cheeks were rosy red, seeming to emanate a natural glow. His jaw was slack, his chest heaving as he let out little pants of pleasure. His eyelids fluttered in that dazed out lust expression, and you swore to yourself you had never seen something so erotic.

Against your better judgement, against the doctor’s judgement, you picked up the quivering form of Andrea off your lap and instead dragged him over to the kitchen table just opposite you. Andrea let out an erotic moan as he was roughly pushed against the wooden surface, having his ass hanging off the edge. His hands instantly found their grip on the surface, and as he felt your hands start to run over his clothed ass and then to the waistline of his trousers in determination to pull them down, Andrea smiled gleefully from his victory.

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My birthday is soon and all I want is andrea waking me up by playing the violin naked so I can look at his cute butt and then we spend all day in bed and live our cottage core dream life 🥰

Au naturel morning

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Andrea in the nude, f!reader, slight bratty Andrea

A/N: Happy birthday for when it is! After seeing this request I was like, oh this is so cute and cool I have to write this as a drabble. So I hope you don't mind, it's like a birthday gift 😊I hope you have an amazing birthday! I also totally love it because I call Andrea my cottagecore husband. He's like my perfect guy because I wanna live my cottagecore dream life as well and he makes it perfect 🥰

In the early hours of the morning, you were curled over the weight of your duvet. Covers and blankets wrapped around your form, designed to keep you warm during the cold, harsh English weather. Your face was buried in the starch pillows. As the beginning beams of sunlight shining through the curtains start to dance on your face, the soft melody of a violin breaks the crisp silence.

The melody pulls you from the lull of your sleep, causing you to open your eyes up to the fresh new day slowly. Instantaneously a warmth floods your body hearing the music, knowing behind the violin Andrea was playing.

Stretching out your curled up body, you rolled over on your front and propped yourself up on your elbows to be greeted by a pleasant surprise.

At the end of the bed, Andrea stood up, naked like the day he was born. His cock was half-hard, raised against his thighs. There was a trace of abs covering his stomach while his chest was more defined and covered in a few wisps of blonde hair and little freckles, which you just adored and loved to kiss. His arms held the violin to his shoulder where he still gently played it though his calm eyes were focused on you.

As he watched you prop yourself up, his mouth curved into a smile. Giving you a show, Andrea moved his feet, turning his body around for your gaze, and his excitement grew when he heard your hum off approval.

You were now exposed to his defined back, the way his shoulder blades stuck out as he played the violin, his spine trailed down and dipped in his back, how his lovely butt was plump and round, bare before you and just begging for you to give it a little squeeze.

You admired his butt as he swayed to the music. He continued to play the melody till slowly came to an end, transitioning into the well known ‘happy birthday theme’, which made you giggle. You brought your hand up to your face, half to cover it from embarrassment as Andrea turned back around and half to stop being noisy so you could hear the final notes of his performance.

Gently he bent over, earning another hum of approval from you, as he placed his violin on the chair in the corner of your room, ensuring it wouldn’t fall and get damaged in any way.

He turned back around to the end of the bed and slowly climbed on top of the covers. On his hands and knees, he crawled on top of the bed, over your body as you laid back down on the pillows. He came to rest, his face just under yours, his lips ghosting over your jawline as your hand rose to curl your fingers through his soft, dirty blonde locks.

He started to mouth kisses on your jaw, leaving a little trail of saliva as he mumbled, “Happy Birthday, Moja miłość.”

“You always know just how to make my birthday perfect”, you whisper, closing your eyes as you let the feeling of Andrea’s lips upon your flush skin work his wonders.

“Anything for you.”

As captivating as his lips were on your skin, you couldn’t resist taking your hand out of his hair to grasp his chin, raising his face away from your collarbone and instead, pushing your lips onto his delicate ones.

You could feel Andrea melt into the kiss. How his whole body relaxed, the tension quickly leaving as he parted his lips for you. His lips tasted of sweet honey, soothing your burning soul, which yearned for more of Andrea.

With one hand holding his jaw tightly to you, your other hand snaked down his back, rubbing the smooth skin, and as you reached his butt, you gave it a light squeeze, delighting in the surprised speak that rose from Andrea’s throat.

Holding Andrea tightly in your grasp, you were able to wriggle your body out from underneath the duvet and, using all your force and taking Andrea by surprise, you manage to roll your body over and push Andrea now onto the bed. The back of his head fell on top of the plump pillows as he looked up wide-eyed at you.

He blinked a few times as his face and neck flushed a lovely rose colour. When he spoke next, his voice was raised a few votives higher, which just sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“Today is your birthday, y/n; I want to please you.”

Your eyes trailed down to his bare chest, which was rising in quick succession with his breaths, the freckles upon it irresistible.

“You are already pleasing me, Andrea, just by lying down and letting me make you feel good.”

You pressed your lips upon a few of his freckles on his chest, just inches away from one of his nipples. Goosebumps raised up his arms, feeling you upon him, and without resistance, he let out a little moan but then quickly snapped his jaw shut as his blush grew darker.

“I want you to feel pleasure, though! I want to be the one in charge.”

“Do you really want to be in charge when I can make you feel like this?” you murmur as you then lick a strip up Andrea’s sensitive nipple. Instantly his back arched in your grip, his chin rising as he swallowed. His eyes fluttered as you continued to rub your tongue upon his nipple, playing him with precision.

“I-I, well… I-, God, Y/n, please… please don’t, s-stop,” Andrea’s eventually was able to cry out between his little gasps and moans.

“See, Andrea, hearing your little moans, seeing how you react to my touch, that is what brings me pleasure.”

You start to trail your lips further down his stomach, kissing every inch of his skin to hear and feel how he reacts to you. Frankly, you didn’t mind that Andrea had tried to take control, later you might even let him, but for now, you wanted to hear Andrea come undone before you, making your birthday be fulfilled. Everyone else could wait for tomorrow; for today, you and Andrea weren’t leaving the bed.

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[sub-danny]

Imagine to find Andrea masturbating while wearing your night dress trying to get through a day without you and then you find him like that.

Maybe in the act or as he fell asleep after it and just nuzzled down wearing that nightgown

The nightdress

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Handjob, self handjob, voyeurism.

A/n: Sorry it's been a little while, first week at Uni is very busy but I managed to write this for you guys! 😊 I'm getting around to all the other headcanon and drabble requests, just bear in mind both will take me a while, especially drabble requests!

The day had dragged on, slowly draining all your energy till you felt like a zombie on the walk back to your house. You worked at the bookshop which you loved as not only were you surrounded by your favourite things, but in your small village, you would only get a few customers a day. Yet today, it seemed everyone in your village was determined to pick up the skill of reading and naturally, your simple bookshops was the prime location to start. You weren’t sure how many Jane Austin and Oscar Wilde books you had sold today, but you knew you would have to restock soon.

You knew you shouldn’t complain; after all, it was good for business at the end of the day, but you wished you didn’t feel so exhausted from dealing with everybody this afternoon. You were looking forward to getting as the sun set and being greeted by Andrea to cuddle with for the rest of the evening.

When you entered the door to your home, however, Andrea wasn’t there to greet you like he usually was. You frown as you cast your eyes over the living room, trying to see if for some reason Andrea was hiding or didn’t hear you come in, But you saw no such sign of him. You knew Andrea should be in, he didn’t say he was going out today, and usually, he was there to welcome you and hug you tightly, so his absence was concerning. Yes, you were late from work, but indeed you weren’t that late?

After checking each room to no success, you grasped the railing and started to walk up to the top floor of your house, pursuing you were there. It was when you reached around the halfway point of walking up the stairs did you hear the sounds of little gasps mixed in with some light whimpers emulated from your room.

You stepped lightly, inching towards the door to peek in and catch a glimpse of what Andrea was clearly doing, but inside was a sight to behold.

Andrea was spread out on top of your shared bed, his legs wide open as his back laid against the propped up pillows. He had put your rose pink nightie on, which was made out of silk and had lace around the v line and the end, rubbing up and down his chest and creamy thighs. The ending was pulled up to the top of his thighs so you could see how his arm had reached down to grasp his cock, which was swelling from hardness and dripping pre-cum from the tip. His hand was rubbing it quickly, tugging at the foreskin in rapid succession to his deep breaths. His other hand was running over the silk nightie, pinching his nipples underneath it making him arch his back. His head hung loosely on his shoulder, occasionally rolling it when he let out an extra loud moan. As you watched how his legs twitched as his hips thrust forward, he let out a stuttered moan with his jaw slack from all the stimulation he was feeling.

You watched Andrea pleasure himself through the doorway for a few more minutes, delight in seeing how good he was making himself feel. You could have watched Andrea touch himself for an eternity, but when you saw how his cock twitched in his palm and another spirt of cum leak out onto the bed, you could tell he was getting close.

“Were you really going to finish without me?”

Andrea froze all of his movements, even his hand stilling on his cock as his eyes blew wide. He glanced over to the door, finally seeing you through the crack he left watching him. If his cheeks weren’t red before from how good he was feeling, they certainly were bright red now.

“Y/n-I, I-”

“I have to say, Andrea; you look gorgeous in my nightgown,” you tell him, slowly taking steps into the room and strutting towards the bed.

Andrea couldn’t think of anything to say so he smiled bashfully as he watched you climb over the bed and crawl towards him. He sunk down on the bed, believing you were to crawl up him, but instead, you stopped by his legs, giving him a devilish smirk.

“Here, let me help you love”, you whisper, and he watches wide-eyed as you grasp his cock in your hand and slowly started to pump it.

You started slowly at first, applying a light pressure so you could watch how his body quivers and how he slowly begins to thrust his hips in time with your moment, trying to seek faster friction. You could feel the veins on his cock pule in need against your palm as you stroked his soft skin. Already he was hard from how he had been touching himself before, but you could still feel him swell in your hand.

“Y/n- please,” he whimpered, clenching his face to try and ease the tension of needing a release as you played with him so well. When you swiped your thumb over his sensitive tip, he missed, groaning inwards as his eyelids fluttered.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, touching yourself without me,” you purr as your eyes linger down to your nightgown, raising your other hand to stroke the material, feeling his flush skin underneath.

“And wearing my nightgown without my permission,”

“You looked so pretty in it, I wanted to look pretty as well!” Andrea finally exclaimed, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the feeling of your hand moving on him. Hearing Andrea’s confession made your heart skink, realising that maybe you hadn’t been making him feel as pretty as he was to you.

“Oh Andrea, you are pretty,”

You picked up your speed, squeezing his cock every once in a while as well. You moved your other hand down to grasp his ball sack, fondling the soft skin there and feeling how they tighten in your palms as he let out a staggered breath. Andrea mewled a few more times, his whole chest heaving as he thrusted his hips into your palm one last time as he came. His come squirted out all over his body and your hand as he cried out from his release. You carried on with slow moments, letting him ride out his climax till he had no more come left, and he collapsed onto the bed, barely able to keep his eyes open as he breathed heavily. Seeing how exhausted he was, you went to grab a towel and clean him up.

“I suppose you want this back,” Andrea muttered reaching up to grasp the material to pull it over him, but you stopped him.

“You keep it, Andrea; it suits you,”

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[f1yogurt]

Fic Masterlist - f1yogurt

AO3 Link - much more organized than this list (and includes tags)

Taglist - please fill this out if you would like to be tagged in my fics

** indicates smut and Minors DNI 18+ fics

Daniel Brühl Characters

(It's my goal to eventually have at least one fic written for each of his characters so stay tuned.)

The Danny Bunch Headcanons

kinks** - sub! hc's about the boys and their kinks

facial hair - danny bunch and facial hair

Helmut Zemo

A Long Day - sleepy cuddles, Zemo x gn!Reader

Baron of Mine - spy!AU, Zemo x fem!Reader

Flirting with Royalty - Baron Zemo x servant!Reader

Pretty in Purple** - sub!Zemo x Dora Milaje

Hold Me Tight - huddling for warmth, Bucky x Zemo

Laszlo Kreizler

smut prompt drabble** - Laszlo x gn!Reader

Niki Lauda (find more in Classic F1 RPF)

Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader

That Ferrari Jacket** - technically RPF but it's smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader

drunk!Niki headcanons

Andrea Marowski

Subby thoughts for Andrea** - sub!Andrea

Sebastian Zöllner

What a Brat Gets** - you teach Seb a lesson in patience, sub!Sebastian x Reader

Lieutenant Horstmayer

You're My Lifeline** - an A/B/O Joyeux Noel fic with omega!Horstmayer x alpha!Audebert x beta!Gordon (on temporary hiatus)

Cross My Fingers - part of the Joyeux Noel Halloween fic challenge! Horstmayer whump.

Dirk (All Together)

For Old Times' Sake** - sub!Dirk x fem!Reader (on temporary hiatus)

Classic F1 RPF

Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader

Pit Stop - the first meeting (based on true events) between Niki & James

Love Will Keep Us Together - Niki, James, and many other classic F1 boys partying it up

That Ferrari Jacket** - smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader

In My Blood - a Niki Lauda drabble

Breakfast In Bed - a sleepy morning with Niki x James x John

drunk!Niki headcanons

[cazzyvintage]

Sub!Daniel Characters Masterlist

Zemo:

One-shots:

Wine Red - You prepare a fun evening for Zemo after he gets back from his work (This is more switch but I thought I would include it)

Scheiße - Zemo wanted to try something new, a concept he had heard of, pegging, and you were certainly happy to give it a try. (Essentially a Zemo pegging fic guys)

Drabble:

Sub!Zemo getting restrained and blindfolded

Laszlo Kreizler:

One-shots:

Ride me all the way - You and Laszlo were spending after hours at the institute trying to figure out why Libby and Goo Goo indulged in their interests. Laszlo seems to believe the answers lay within his books whereas you decide what he needs is a more practical lesson.

I see you shiver with antic...pation - After snapping at you one evening, for punishment, you decide to put Laszlo through edging hell

Headcanons:

Laszlo dealing with a mummy kink

Sub Laszlo with dom f!reader

Sub Laszlo with dom m!reader

Laszlo x Karen explore his mummy kink

Taking Laszlo's virginity (+Mummy Kink)

Edging Laszlo for an entire week

Andrea Marowski:

One-shot:

A Deserving Punishment - After an incident in the morning Andrea can’t relieve himself, needing you to help him but you were both out on a trip to London. After he embarrassed you, you take him back onto the train and in your compartment, you give him a punishment he won’t forget.

His sweet melody - Andrea had been away from home, touring with an orchestra around England so after this last performance when the two of you were finally able to be together again, you were determined to make up for all the time you two missed.

Drabble:

Andrea and male boyfriend, overstimulation smut

Headcanons:

Sub Andrea and everyday couple things

Alex Kerner

Drabble:

Alex Kerner and his boyfriend try to hide the fact they are hooking up

Niki Lauda:

One-shot:

Changing gears - After Niki snaps at you, trying him up and telling him you should use James instead would certainly teach him a lesson, coming soon

[cazzyvintage]

Series:

One-shots:

As warm as the sun - One day you bump into a handsome young man and he makes your life so much brighter 💛

A deserving punishment - After embarrassing you in public you take Andrea back on the train to give him punishment and teach him a lesson 💛

Dance with me? - Andrea Marowski x shy plus size reader. Reader is Ursula and Janet’s neighbour and has a crush on Andrea, but she is nervous to talk to him (fluff)

Soft boy picnic - You and Andrea decide to have a picnic out in the field and enjoy each others company

His sweet melody - Andrea had been away from home, touring with an orchestra around England so after this last performance when the two of you were finally able to be together again, you were determined to make up for all the time you two missed.

A broken melody - You and Andrea were the perfect couple. After he washed up on the shores of Cornwall it felt like you two were destined to be together. But when he starts disappearing early hours in the morning and staying away for the whole day, you can't help but start to doubt everything you believed.

Drabble:

Love letters with Andrea and his grumpy doctor boyfriend

Andrea and male boyfriend, overstimulation smut

Andrea angst with fluff ending

Headcanons:

What it's like to date Andrea Marowski 💛

Jealous Andrea 💛

Andrea and grumpy m!reader doctor fall for each other (before dating)

Andrea and grumpy m!reader doctor (dating)

Andrea x famous pianist reader

Treating Andrea and slowly falling in love with him 💛

Sub Andrea and everyday couple things 💛

[mypoisonedvine]

Since you finished Professor!Zemo I was wondering if you would say what you’re writing next. You don’t have to.

oh honey I fucking wish I finished it but I had to add a third part last minute to resolve everything

coming soon:

sub!bucky series (7 fucking parts planned so far YIKES)

misogyny kink w 60s bucky

threeway with niki lauda and james hunt

part 3 for prof zemo and I promise this time it's the end for good

coming later:

a/b/o laszlo thing

bucky x reader enchanted au

dark howling commandos (jfc this thing has taken me FOREVER but it's so fucking hard to write)

coming eventually:

jake jensen fwb series

dark!zemo and bucky's girlfriend

several *ncest wips

something with andrea marowski???

something based on 'synchronic' (anthony mackie)

[mypoisonedvine]

hi!! where can i find ur wip list :O

hi I’m gonna repost it anyways with some updates!

coming soon:

sub!bucky series (current word count: 14k)

misogyny kink w 60s bucky [coming tuesday]

threeway with niki lauda and james hunt [coming thursday]

twice III (finale, for real this time)

coming later:

a/b/o laszlo thing (current word count: 4k and not even halfway done)

bucky x reader enchanted au (outlined)

dark howling commandos (current word count: 5k and maybe 60% done)

enemies to lovers with johnny storm (current word count: 5k)

coming eventually:

jake jensen fwb series

dark!zemo and bucky’s girlfriend

several *ncest wips

pure 100% fluff with andrea marowski

something based on ‘synchronic’ (anthony mackie)

[rumblelibrary]

THIS IS SO GOOD

I loved the description, both of Andrea’s body and the feelings they both had.

I am flying over the moon ✨✨✨✨

My birthday is soon and all I want is andrea waking me up by playing the violin naked so I can look at his cute butt and then we spend all day in bed and live our cottage core dream life 🥰

Au naturel morning

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Andrea in the nude, f!reader, slight bratty Andrea

A/N: Happy birthday for when it is! After seeing this request I was like, oh this is so cute and cool I have to write this as a drabble. So I hope you don't mind, it's like a birthday gift 😊I hope you have an amazing birthday! I also totally love it because I call Andrea my cottagecore husband. He's like my perfect guy because I wanna live my cottagecore dream life as well and he makes it perfect 🥰

In the early hours of the morning, you were curled over the weight of your duvet. Covers and blankets wrapped around your form, designed to keep you warm during the cold, harsh English weather. Your face was buried in the starch pillows. As the beginning beams of sunlight shining through the curtains start to dance on your face, the soft melody of a violin breaks the crisp silence.

The melody pulls you from the lull of your sleep, causing you to open your eyes up to the fresh new day slowly. Instantaneously a warmth floods your body hearing the music, knowing behind the violin Andrea was playing.

Stretching out your curled up body, you rolled over on your front and propped yourself up on your elbows to be greeted by a pleasant surprise.

At the end of the bed, Andrea stood up, naked like the day he was born. His cock was half-hard, raised against his thighs. There was a trace of abs covering his stomach while his chest was more defined and covered in a few wisps of blonde hair and little freckles, which you just adored and loved to kiss. His arms held the violin to his shoulder where he still gently played it though his calm eyes were focused on you.

As he watched you prop yourself up, his mouth curved into a smile. Giving you a show, Andrea moved his feet, turning his body around for your gaze, and his excitement grew when he heard your hum off approval.

You were now exposed to his defined back, the way his shoulder blades stuck out as he played the violin, his spine trailed down and dipped in his back, how his lovely butt was plump and round, bare before you and just begging for you to give it a little squeeze.

You admired his butt as he swayed to the music. He continued to play the melody till slowly came to an end, transitioning into the well known ‘happy birthday theme’, which made you giggle. You brought your hand up to your face, half to cover it from embarrassment as Andrea turned back around and half to stop being noisy so you could hear the final notes of his performance.

Gently he bent over, earning another hum of approval from you, as he placed his violin on the chair in the corner of your room, ensuring it wouldn’t fall and get damaged in any way.

He turned back around to the end of the bed and slowly climbed on top of the covers. On his hands and knees, he crawled on top of the bed, over your body as you laid back down on the pillows. He came to rest, his face just under yours, his lips ghosting over your jawline as your hand rose to curl your fingers through his soft, dirty blonde locks.

He started to mouth kisses on your jaw, leaving a little trail of saliva as he mumbled, “Happy Birthday, Moja miłość.”

“You always know just how to make my birthday perfect”, you whisper, closing your eyes as you let the feeling of Andrea’s lips upon your flush skin work his wonders.

“Anything for you.”

As captivating as his lips were on your skin, you couldn’t resist taking your hand out of his hair to grasp his chin, raising his face away from your collarbone and instead, pushing your lips onto his delicate ones.

You could feel Andrea melt into the kiss. How his whole body relaxed, the tension quickly leaving as he parted his lips for you. His lips tasted of sweet honey, soothing your burning soul, which yearned for more of Andrea.

With one hand holding his jaw tightly to you, your other hand snaked down his back, rubbing the smooth skin, and as you reached his butt, you gave it a light squeeze, delighting in the surprised speak that rose from Andrea’s throat.

Holding Andrea tightly in your grasp, you were able to wriggle your body out from underneath the duvet and, using all your force and taking Andrea by surprise, you manage to roll your body over and push Andrea now onto the bed. The back of his head fell on top of the plump pillows as he looked up wide-eyed at you.

He blinked a few times as his face and neck flushed a lovely rose colour. When he spoke next, his voice was raised a few votives higher, which just sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“Today is your birthday, y/n; I want to please you.”

Your eyes trailed down to his bare chest, which was rising in quick succession with his breaths, the freckles upon it irresistible.

“You are already pleasing me, Andrea, just by lying down and letting me make you feel good.”

You pressed your lips upon a few of his freckles on his chest, just inches away from one of his nipples. Goosebumps raised up his arms, feeling you upon him, and without resistance, he let out a little moan but then quickly snapped his jaw shut as his blush grew darker.

“I want you to feel pleasure, though! I want to be the one in charge.”

“Do you really want to be in charge when I can make you feel like this?” you murmur as you then lick a strip up Andrea’s sensitive nipple. Instantly his back arched in your grip, his chin rising as he swallowed. His eyes fluttered as you continued to rub your tongue upon his nipple, playing him with precision.

“I-I, well… I-, God, Y/n, please… please don’t, s-stop,” Andrea’s eventually was able to cry out between his little gasps and moans.

“See, Andrea, hearing your little moans, seeing how you react to my touch, that is what brings me pleasure.”

You start to trail your lips further down his stomach, kissing every inch of his skin to hear and feel how he reacts to you. Frankly, you didn’t mind that Andrea had tried to take control, later you might even let him, but for now, you wanted to hear Andrea come undone before you, making your birthday be fulfilled. Everyone else could wait for tomorrow; for today, you and Andrea weren’t leaving the bed.

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