BEGGING, PLEADING, REQUESTING for julia x fem!reader who's the sweetest girlfriend ever and treats her a bazillion times better than andrew? I'd love if y/n truly prioritized her and heavily plans out dats and gives/makes her heartfelt gifts! maybe even have y/n be a black cat! personality type that only gets shy and gushy with julia? I love your writing so so much, it's so peak!!
YES WRITING FOR JULIA
i talk about how much i love julia, but i've never written for her. shame on me.
i shall fix that now. also i got a little bit carried away, my apologies.
ladies, never let your shitty fuckwad of a boyfriend stop you from finding your wife.
julia's sister is so concerned for her, she's been nothing but depressed since she took the plunge and dumped her loser ex. it took months of convincing and slowly breaking her out of his trance, but the asshole was still taking the life out of julia.
out of pure desperation, jane takes her out to a bar. she doesn't expect her sister to jump into bed with anyone, but julia interacting with anyone would be a step up from where she is.
that's where you come in. you manage to catch julia's attention, and she finds herself falling into a genuine conversation and enjoying it for the first time in quite a while.
she could spend all night talking to you, surprised at how easily she finds herself falling into your company, but the time passes and you have to get home before your roommate kicks up a fuss.
you exchange numbers and depart for the night. but by the time the next morning comes, julia's found a way to convince herself that it was all in her head. you were probably weirded out by how much she kept talking to you. she plans on tucking your number away, unable to bring herself to toss it, but then you make the first move. you call her. you take the first step to seek her out.
that's when julia first starts to fall in love with you. you keep up with her, building a steady connection until you're always chatting on the phone or making plans to do something together. jane couldn't be more happy to see her sister glow just like she did before she ever got involved with the graves.
you're there with her as she slowly unravels all of the mental torment her so-called friend and boyfriend put her through due to their entangled mess of a family. you're a steady shoulder to cry on and if julia feels bad for even a second, feels like she's using you in some way, you firmly tell her that she isn't a burden of any sort to you.
you tell her just how much she and her health mean to you, how you'll be by her side through all of this, how much you look forward to seeing her when you wake up in the morning...
that sounds an awful lot like a confession, julia nearly can't believe it herself, but your silence is more telling than anything to ever come out of andrew's mouth. and it becomes the start of something new.
you go slow, easing her into the relationship, slowly opening up to her family about the honest truth of her new partner. and julia feels so horrible. she can't even bring herself to kiss you, always chickening out at the last second. what a sorry excuse for a girlfriend. you have to break these old expectations of a relationship, this is all so new, she can take as much time as she needs.
it makes your first kiss all the more special. coming home from a simple dinner date, you're saying good night to her on the porch when she turns to you and presses a soft kiss to your lips. her lips are chapped and chewed against yours, she tastes like milkshakes and reclaimed innocence.
it's perfect and the memory can never be tainted, it's hers forever.
going into a relationship with you changes everything, it buries old aching memories, it breaks expectations, it rewires the very way that she views her relationships. she never feels fluttery anxious when she's with you.
and you never stop going the extra mile. birthdays, anniversaries, little moments of "it made me think of you". her room is alive with artifacts of your presence and how she's grown.
while julia definitely doesn't take a backseat in doing things for your relationship, you always beat her to the chase by asking her to come out with you. it doesn't matter where it is or what you're doing, there's always an open invitation for her to join. you don't keep her a secret from the people in your life.
she isn't a something to hide to you. you aren't the most sociable person, preferring the company of select people, but you're excitement never dwindles when you get the chance to introduce julia as your girlfriend. she's never felt so cherished.
we don't see how julia's meeting effects her in the aftermath, we only see it from andrew's point of view, but i imagine it would be very different if she had moved onto someone sooooooooooo much better by the time she met up with him.
she already knew walking in that there was no hope of getting back together with andrew, she wouldn't take herself back into that dark place she worked so hard to escape. and now, she knows that not only does she deserve better, she has better with you.
the meeting gives her closure that she understands the imbalance in her and andrew's relationship and that she's making the right choice in never taking him back.
you're waiting for her when she gets back, prepared for andrew to have set her back a hundred steps all over again, but she finds herself to be wholly unaffected. she's glad she talked to him, but she feels nothing more than the knowledge that andrew's chapter in her life is closed.
she kisses you with the same gentle reverence she did on your first date. she would have made it even if she had never met you, but you are the what keeps her stable when she wavers, you give her something to look forward to.
JULIA MY BELOVED
NEMLEI GIVE US A DLC ON JULIA GETTING OVER ANDREW AND HER DEVELOPMENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
Hi! So, I'm the anonymous person who sent that text with all the questions about being Ashley and Andrew's daughter, and after reading your answers I feel sorry for her, haha. Well, it's kind of impossible for her to be normal because she'll be isolated since childhood and raised by the two of them, and that makes me think she wouldn't have friends and would have difficulties making them too!! And something I thought about, since you said they see her as an extension of themselves, I believe she would be the kind of child who pleases her parents and only does what they want (I don't know if that makes sense, but I saw somewhere that borderline personality disorder can be formed that way). And my God, imagine Andrew's pride in introducing his little girl to others and saying how good she is and how well-behaved she is, especially in public, that Andrew gets emotional! And I can easily imagine Ashley with her daughter in a public place like a park, judging everyone, especially women, and talking to her daughter about their appearance
MY GOD, imagine that she's physically normal and not only that, she's extremely beautiful simply because she's Andrew and Ashley's daughter and the perfect mix of the two of them (which, in short, means having Ashley's body but the rest being just like both of them because Andrew and Ashley look VERY alike, the only difference being their eye color). But because she's beautiful, she attracts attention. Oh my God, I have the impression that this would increase Ashley's obsession with her daughter's appearance and Andrew's jealousy of the boys as well 😭😭
I love your way of thinking!! And I apologize for any mistakes. English isn't my first language, and I had to use a translator for many words
oh yeah, it absolutely sucks being their kid no matter how kind they can be to you. and don't worry your english is pretty good and if it's easier for you, you can always send asks in your native tongue. whatever is more comfortable and easy for you.
their baby would definitely be isolated. you're just social enough that teachers never give you a second glance, but you don't have any friends to really speak of. but you're not concerned with that.
you just want to make your parents proud. your mother's a high school dropout and your father never finished college due to something he won't talk about quarantine, but they both adore you so much, you can't bear to think about letting them down in any way.
you are definitely andrew's pride and joy. his beautiful, smart little girl. he can only sing your praises when his family gets up. you take after him, being so resourceful and intelligent, he's sure you'll follow in his footsteps and go to college.
and yeah, ashley can't find friends that stick so when she takes out out to the part, it's half to play on the playground and play with you and half to gossip about the other women and children there.
they both see themself in you and think you should become like them as you grow hence why they go about how they present you to the world in different ways. andrew's creating a overachiever that will always be chasing your next achievement while ashley's implementing some sort of a madonna-whore complex in you.
and i love that, the idea that the incest actually makes you overly beautiful. ashley and andrew are both canonically very attractive, so yeah that times by two would be a beautiful little baby. andrew's always complimenting you, you're his perfect little girl and you know it, and once again with the madonna-whore complex, ashley instills it in you that other women are vain and shallow, but you are nothing short of gorgeous.
with ashley, it's a little bit of weird hypocrisy. she shits so much on other women, but then she turns around and encourages you to recognize how pretty you are and claims that you're more special than any other woman on the planet.
but yeah, then the cons of that is everyone else. if andrew could afford to do it, he'd tail you just to make sure that any boys are keeping a respectful distance from you at all times and that their eyes are staying where they should. he genuinely loathes thinking about boys thinking about you or showing interest in you. you are his baby and he will not share!
and with ashley, when people start to take notice to how beautiful you are and women start approaching you to compliment you, she hates it. because who are you to talk about her daughter's appearance and try to suggest things like if she's wearing makeup. she doesn't need that crap to make herself beautiful unlike you, you old hag. get the fuck away from my baby with that fucking bullshit.
i wanna thank you for answering my asks and for writing tcoaal reader fics. i'm happy to see that there are others out there who are like-minded. i hope that you recover from your sickness soon and that school goes well for you! :]
4:56am idea: i think touchy younger sister should be touching of ashley's titties. even when they're both asleep, she cant't help but to grope her tits and hump her from behind, or grind on her leg as they're tangled in bed together. and andrew should be made to watch. he's such a meanie head and an asshole, so as punishment he gets to watch them touch each other while he's tied up in the cuck chair. hashtag yuri incest night
honestly, i'm very happy to answer asks and write without shame. being into taboo stuff is not for the weak, but everyone has been nothing but kind to me and my writing.
as for my sickness, i feel a lot better now. school is actually going really well, it's just one professor that's ruining the semester, but i have one more class with him and then i just won't take another class with him. live and learn.
anyways, onto your ask. #yuriincestnight if tumblr allowed tags like this, this would become a actual tag on my blog
ashley prefers to be the little spoon when you cuddle against her in bed, she loves how you wrap yourself around her, encasing her in the safety of your arms. it makes you so happy to cuddle with her, but she's still a bit bony from quarantine and you unconsciously seek out the warmest, plushest parts of her: her tits.
she finds it funny at first, waking up with your hands over her breasts, squeezing and massaging the fat in your sleep. it gets you some teasing, but the longer it goes on, the more it piques her interest.
more and more she wakes up with a sore chest, the ache of arousal tingling through her cunt. the slick between her thighs is hard to ignore, but your incessant groping is harder.
so she flips around to sleep facing you, it's easier to ignore her budding sexual desires if you aren't edging her all night. but you're so squirmy now that you don't have something to play with, wriggling until your leg slips between hers.
raising it up to meet her swollen cunt, there's just enough pressure to wake her desires, hips slowly stuttering against your thigh until her clit catches against the fabric of her panties. breath fanning over your lips as she sighs, pent up pleasure finally finding an outlet, her hips keep gliding back and forth over your thigh, reaching higher and higher until her pelvis is bumping yours.
triggering your own pleasure, you shift, opening your legs just enough that ashley locks into place, leg sliding between yours, unconsciously mirroring your own actions.
your sleepy gasps and sighs echo each other, filling the silence until your waking up mid orgasm. eyes flying open as pleasure surges, disoriented and tired, you barely have enough brain cells to grab onto each other for comfort as cum gushes, soaking both of you.
panting and confused, you slowly withdraw your leg, feeling your sisters slick smeared over your skin. too tired to properly address it, you both fall back asleep, even more tangled together than you were before.
in the morning, ashley's embarrassed and frustrated by what happened because she either has to believe she is a whore or, shockingly, sexual desires aren't something to agonize over the way that she does.
she wants to avoid you, but she can't deny herself the warmth of your hold. it has to happen a few more times, waking up to your hands under her shirt, tweaking a stiff nipple, getting up in the morning with cum soaked panties before she can confront herself and you about it.
andrew, poor light sleeper andrew, has been awake and aware of all of this happening, but you both fall asleep before he can open his mouth. he's fucking pissed. you've both been spending the nights grinding and humping each other, squeaking out the softest, most teasing sounds of pleasure, and then giving him fucking blue balls once you fall back asleep.
he wants to be in on your nightly escapades, but ashley's barely ready to acknowledge her orgasms with you, let alone introducing andrew to the dynamic. it's a girl thing, he just wouldn't get it, andrew trying to butt in before ashley's ready gets on your nerves.
enter in the cuck chair. he will not go willingly. andrew will never willingly do that to himself. you do kinda have to trick him into sitting down and then tie him into place while you have the chance. and once he's secure and you tell him this is his punishment for butting into your sisterly bonding, you have to coax ashley in.
leading her to the bed, your hands are already mapping out the rises and falls of her body, mapping out every curve while you whisper in her ear. it's different if he's only watching, it's still just you and her.
your big sister's bravado falters and fades as you touch her. for once you're the one teaching her something. you lead her through slow kisses while andrew bitches and whines over how unfair this is and how hard he is.
you just have to ignore him and focus on ashley, focus on stripping her down to her very soul as you settle between her legs, touching, humping, mouthing until she's crying. it's a lot of work breaking through your sister's silly beliefs, but you have all night to spread her across the bed and run your tongue over every inch of her.
hi! I'm the anonymous of the first question about the incest daughter (The one in which the girl had depression) And I must say that everything you wrote about it was so AMAZING!! So, I've been thinking, what would the punishments Andrew give to his daughter be like? Running away from home without permission, responding to parents aggressively and so on? would the punishments change according to the severity of the act? how to go out with boys and so on? And do you think Andrew (being the aggressive husband he became) would use physical pain as punishment against his daughter? Especially if he sees that she's acting like Ashley?… And it would be chaos if Andrew found out that his daughter lost her virginity?! THANK YOU
i'm so happy that you enjoyed it, you are a legend for waking this fantasy up and giving me a chance to think of all these beautiful, nasty things.
andrew punishing his daughter for breaking the rules... ooooh, i need to be put in a cage. let me gnaw on the bars of my enclosure be AHHHHHHH
when you first start acting out against them, they try to be lenient. they had already killed someone long before you ever started rebelling, so it's mostly light punishments. some harsh words and then you get sent to your room.
we can gleam from their childhood that when living with their grandparents, they endured some physical abuse at the hands of their grandfather and then when living with their parents renee would give punishments like restricting food. they don't see the need for that, but the longer these rebellious acts go on, the meaner the punishments become. it's when you truly realize the kind of people your parents can be if you push them.
hmm, backchattin' the parents doesn't get much of a punishment, honestly. it's a family trait to fight like wolves, they'd be shocked if you eventually didn't start snapping at them with the way they fight with each other. it may catch them off guard at first, but they're both so immature that they just argue back until you both storm off. the only punishment there is them being mean.
but running away from home, oooh that's very different. whatever the reason is, sneaking out to see friends, to go to a party, or genuinely trying to get away from them and disappear, the punishment quickly jumps.
when andrew tracks you down, he's very quiet as he grabs you by the arm and drags you to the car. but you know better than to expect the silent treatment, he's shaking with anger and his grip on you is bruising. he forces you to stew in anxiety as he drives, waiting for you to make the first move before he snaps at you. every guilt trip in the book: you scared the crap out of them, they know better than you, what if some happened? he keeps going until you feel horrible, on the brink of tears as you beg to be forgiven for upsetting them.
once you get home, you're sent up to your room with the knowledge that you're grounded for two months. you'll go nowhere except for school and come the next morning there will be a lock on your window. the last thing andrew says before you go to bed is that if it happens again, it'll be bars on your window and a lock on the outside of your door.
you're his daughter. you'll stay where he wants you to stay. it's scary to hear him talk like that, but still struggling under the weight of guilt, you think it's for the best and agree.
and as i've previously touched on, boys? fat chance. andrew refuses to see it. and if you dare to sneak out to see a boy or sneak one in? not only does he personally hunt down that boy and underhandedly threaten him to keep away from his daughter, it's the first time andrew turns on you. the argument builds until you're backed into the wall and he's holding you there, hand shaking against your throat.
ashley's insane and loud about it, which can be startling and intimidating, but andrew's commitment and ability to appear normal while being quietly abusive and unstable is terrifying.
and if this is after he's already put a lock on you're window, you'll learn very fast how serious he takes his promises. there are prisons less locked up than your room.
if you've already been pushing his patience, that is the first time andrew ever technically raises a hand to you, but it won't end there. because you are acting like ashley, his obedient little girl has been replaced by frustrating little monster and he will not stand for it. andrew doesn't want to hurt you, but you'll listen to him where you like it or not.
and dear god... andrew finding out that his baby, his little girl has been having sex???? if you think ashley's a slut shaming misogynist, wait until you hear the absolute avalanche of nasty insults that come spewing out of andrew.
if andrew has any desires toward you, this is when they finally spill over. i don't write straight up rape due to my personal boundaries, but there is definitely an idea of if you're going to be fucking anyone it's going to be him. he'll get you speared on his cock and sobbing before the day is over, breaking you in and fucking so roughly you'll never be satisfied with anyone else, never be satisfied with sex unless they're fucking you like your daddy does.
and then after he's done with you, you can lay broken and stuffed with cum while he goes and finds that boy and took what didn't belong to him...
i’m dying, Andrew accidentally gets his girlfriend pregnant, what would happen?? (He's already 22 years old to make it clear🫶🏻
Do you think he would force her to abort or would he like it because of the feeling of keeping her attached to him? (he kind of doesn't even keep the facade of a perfect boyfriend anymore, being a kind of toxic and complicit relationship)
ooooooh, this is that one moment from the chapter three decay
god i need this man in the worst possible way.
but yeah, he fully expects you to keep it and any plans of chucking it is met with open hostility and anger. andrew is no stranger to chucking a baby in the garbage, but you can be damn sure he put that baby in you on purpose. how dare you try to undo all his work!
it will keep you tied to him forever because that baby isn't going anywhere and no matter where you go, there will always be living proof that you are his. although, don't be silly, you're pregnant. it's time for a shotgun wedding and then you're trapped forever.
anytime that you threaten to go, he's right there, one hand on your shoulder and the other smoothing over you bump. where would you go? why would you deprive him of this gift and why would you deprive your baby of having a family?
it's the whole nine yard of toxic baby daddy. he's a little bit nicer to you than normal when you're pregnant just to make sure that you won't change your mind and swallow a whole bottle of plan b. there's some pampering with backhanded words and so many reminders that you can't leave him.
andrew doesn't believe in this shit, but he'd spew something about how you have to marry the man whose baby you're having so you don't damn yourself and the baby. considering the loosely religious upbringing, i'm sure he has something to pull out of his that will keep you with him out of guilt if lovebombing you fails.
the baby is loved, and so are you, but you know that there's no turning back. he'll chase to to the ends of the earth just to ensure that you're his, even in death.
that last ask was legendary I love angsty themes🙂↕️ sssiighhh reader tries so hard but its just never enough, they can never gain any genuine trust or love from ashley or andrew, doomed since the very beginning, fated to be locked out of ashley and andrew’s own private bubble forever, but at least they get to stick around somewhat. Invest in their needs, get used for their own pleasures..👀 there’s some weird, strange arousal coiling in their gut, they can’t quite reach their preferred person so they’ll settle for reader who’s always eager and happy to please, begging for some kind of recognition, a response free of coldness and all those condescending words and tones.
yes, you get it.
literally, renee has damned poor reader to always be alone. you haven't been freed from anything, you've just gone from one prison to another and you've back yourself into a corner you can't escape from.
andrew and ashley entertain reader's obsession with them just enough to keep you content and complicit, but there's still a separation between you and them. to some extent they subconsciously still don't even consider you to truly be their sibling.
that makes it a little easier in their minds to use you for their desires. to get what from you they can't get from each other, because you're not really part of them so there's nothing wrong with it. poor reader gets a similar treatment to julia when andrew turns his desires to you, both from andrew and from ashley because there's a lack of true satisfaction and a rush of jealousy that andrew can adapt to anyone.
and you're just happy to be there. you ignore and bury the dull ache of rejection and isolation, convince yourself that to be a graves, to be their sibling is to live in pain.
it's a angsty scenario all around. maybe if you were to do something truly insane, you could be let in a little but the gap is never bridged all the way and god it's so painful to think about but so good.
DRUNK DAD MAKEOUTS THAT LEAD TO SEX!!! Andrew comes in one night, super drunk and surprisingly emotional. He can’t find solace in Ashley, and he doesn’t really want to when he could realistically go to you and vent out all his frustrations and feelings. he’s yapping about how terrible him and Ashley have been to each other these past few months, then that slowly turns into praising reader; you’re the prettiest, you’re my favorite, my little girl. and then his drunken mind somehow convinces him that he should totally lean in and give her a kiss, but he’s so drunk that he completely misses her cheek and lands on her mouth..🙂↔️
drunk sex with dadrew you say
reader was sent to bed hours ago by ashley, mumbling and grumbling to herself about your father dropping off the face of the earth the second that dinner concluded without washing so much as a single dish. you tried to ask where he ran off to, but your mother is too irritated to sugarcoat her words, and she shoos you away.
giving you your nightly kiss and wish of sweet dreams, your mother leaves to finish tidying up for the night. but you can't get any sleep knowing your father is wandering around somewhere. you shouldn't worry, your parents always tell you not to fuss over them so much, but you can't help it. you've had so many nightmares about them being stolen away from you that there's a seed of paranoia planted in your head. you couldn't bare to lose your parents before you're ready.
so you stubbornly stay awake, staring up at your ceiling, listening to your mother flit around the house before she gives up on waiting for your father and goes to bed herself. the lock slides into place behind her. looks like daddy's sleeping on the couch tonight.
you wait until you hear the engine of your father's car pulling into the driveway. he slips inside and stumbles around the house in the dark, revealing the source of your mother's annoyance to you: he's drunk. your mother can't stand it when he drinks, swears that he does it to piss her off after a fight.
satisfied knowing he's safe inside the house, you roll over to finally give into sleep's sweet call just as his footfalls come to a stop in front of your door. you peek an eye open as your door creaks open. your father's eyes are glassy and unfocused as he peers into the dark, squinting as he tries to make out your figure.
"hi, daddy." you whisper, raising your head. andrew blinks and pushes the door open the rest of the way, swaying back and forth in the doorway.
"you should be asleep, baby. why're you up?" slurring, andrew walks over to your bedside, smelling so strongly it makes your eyes water. sitting by your side, he gently pushes your head back into the pillow to brush his fingers of your hair.
you shrug, knowing that if you tell him the truth it will only make him tease you. your mother says he can be a real prick when drunk, so it's probably best not to provoke anything out of him. "you weren't here to say good night to me." picking at your sheets you mumble, "and mama's mad at you. i didn't know where you were and she didn't want to tell me."
"your mother's always mad at me." your father shakes his head before smiling down at you, grin lopsided. he runs another hand over your head, ending the gesture with a firm tug on your hair. you whine as he croons, "aww, poor baby can't live without daddy, can you? still need mommy and daddy to put you to bed."
pouting, you squirm away from his hand with a huff. so much to not being teased. thankfully, andrew lets it go and pets you with a gentle hand again. "i'm sorry i made you worry, princess. i'll make it up to you."
you shake your head. your mother doesn't really have any friends, so she spends a lot of time with you. sometimes you wish she had more things to do, but you worry she'll be lonely, so you go along with what she wants more often than not. as a result, she's told you all to well about some of the things she argues about with your father. you don't need it to be made up, you just want to fix what they're fighting about, you don't want your family to break apart.
"you don't have to... just, tell me why you left. what are you and mama fighting about?" you shouldn't ask. you know well enough that your family life isn't normal, the few friends you have agree that it's not healthy for you to worry about fixing your parents. but you love them too much to let it go.
your father's grin turns rueful. "you see right through me, don't you? my little girl's the window to my soul." he sighs and you sit up and scoot closer, preparing for a long conversation.
"you know your mom, sometimes she just... picks at things. it's even worse when she's making shit up in her head to get mad about." scoffing and shaking his head, andrew's brow furrows as he thinks about all of the arguments lately.
as time passed they had both matured and grown up a bit, especially once they realized you had no intentions of going anywhere and were set on joining this screwed up family, but that didn't mean that everything was fixed.
they mostly fought over normal things now: bills, work, whose turns it was to change the sheets, how to raise you. but every once in a while, some old bullshit would come crawling out of the gutter. and these past few weeks it seemed to be every old argument coming back to haunt andrew.
were you looking at our neighbor? you know, i'm your wife now, you turned me into a hussy without even asking what i wanted, the least you can do is keep your eyes to yourself! that's it, isn't it? you want to leave us? to leave me?! it wasn't bad enough that you used to beat the shit out of your child's mother, now you have to leave us behind for some mindless slut too? you really are just a cliche, a spoiled fuckwad of a man!
andrew knew he couldn't tell you all of that, especially when his mind wandered to ashley's newest obsession... there hadn't been an assassin after them in over a decade, why would one pop up now? ashley was just being restless and getting too much into her head.
spilling the filtered version, you took in your father's complaints and grumbles, leaning into his side as he talked. you knew better than to assume that was all of it, your mother could be neurotic, but so could your father. but your mother always told you that talking to you made everything better.
andrew sighed as his tirade came to an end. it wasn't fair to dump all of this on you, but he had no one else. even if he could stand to be around his coworkers for longer than five seconds, none of them would be able to understand his troubles, or ashley, or you. the biggest cut tearing through his heart.
that was the real argument that he couldn't tell you. that was the biggest issue ripping through the weak foundation he and ashley had built this home on. while you only saw the better parts of him, ashley saw every rotten thing instead.
and she had seen the way his touch lingered on you, just a little too teasing to be fatherly. how his eyes wandered just a little too low. that was why he left to drink. his perfect little girl was too perfect for him, and he felt like a monster all over again looking at you the way he did.
"i'm sorry you're fighting so much, daddy." you murmur softly, you felt like you were failing him in some way, that you couldn't make it all better for him.
andrew quickly shook his head. "don't be. none of this is your fault, baby." it really wasn't. you didn't ask for any of this and out of everyone, andrew couldn't bear to hear you apologize for this.
"i know that, but i still wish i could fix everything. you and mama wouldn't fight..." you left out the bit that weighed on your mind. and you wouldn't drink. your mother never said anything about your father being drunk, but she got tense regardless and that put you on edge.
pushing down a heavy sigh, andrew swallowed the first insult that came to mind. you loved ashley so much, you would always jump to her defense no matter what and andrew didn't want to stress you more than he already had.
"hmm, you just focus on being my pretty little girl, okay?" andrew had made sure to shower you with praise all your life, but you still got so bashful over nice words. it was his pleasure to hear you scoff and turn your face away, cheeks probably glowing.
"what? aren't you?" he laughed, teasing you as you made a hmph sound. you had no idea how precious you are to him, do you? "aren't you my little girl? the prettiest, smartest, most perfect thing in my life."
you clicked your tongue and timidly ducked your head. "daddy." you whined. forcing down a shudder at such a delightful sound, andrew leaned forward, trying to catch your eye.
"hmm, my shy little girl too." chuckling softly, andrew gently pulled at the ends of your hair until you raised your head. the faint moonlight shining through the cracked curtains of your bedroom gave him the barest glance of the hot blush staining your cheeks. "you're so cute."
"you're drunk." you huffed with a pout, trying to ignore the wild butterflies his compliments spawned. "are you supposed to go and pass out in a gutter or something?"
andrew laughed. oh, that's how you wanted to play? "why would i do that when there's a perfectly good bed with my babygirl right here?" chuckling to himself, andrew trapped you in a hug and dropped his weight onto you, feeling the immediate struggle to stay upright. you felt so small agaisnt him.
after a few moments of struggle, you collapsed back onto the bed with a thump. you wheezed softly, swatting against your father's chest, he was so heavy.
"dadddddy, get off! you're heavy!" you whined, ignoring the all too pleased glint in your father's eyes. it made you feel so shy when he looked at you like that.
"nope. i'm drunk, remember?" andrew teased. he knew he had to let you get some sleep, but he couldn't leave you without a good night kiss. andrew leaned in, searching for the burning hot skin of your round cheeks. instead he found the soft, pliant skin of your lips.
you twitched, body pulling tense under him. andrew should jerk away, he should peel himself off of you and apologize, damn near beg for your forgiveness.
he pressed his lips harder to yours, he could feel your breath ghosting over his lips. you tasted like toothpaste and sweet, young innocence. you tasted like his ticket to heaven.
you remained still under him, tension slowly melting away until you had the sense to gently push at his chest. by the time andrew managed to pull himself away from from memorizing the shape of your lips, your brow was furrowed in something andrew couldn't decipher.
"daddy... oh, daddy, you're drunk. you should go lie down." you whisper softly. andrew can feel your heart thumping in your chest, it's hypnotizing. "you don't want this, go to bed."
he could never ignore this feeling. he was doomed the second that you were born, his little girl, wrapped around her finger.
"it's okay, baby. we'll forget it in the morning." he mumbled, then he was going back for more. your hesitance was evident as you stammered around his wet kisses, eagerly deepening the kiss the second he could manage.
breaking the kiss, andrew regretfully pulled himself away from you. you were so cute, still dressing in frilly nightgowns and andrew knew from a few lucky glances that you had recently decided panties weren't a necessary item come bedtime.
"i love you so much, baby. you know that, right?" andrew asked softly, caressing your round cheeks, still plump with baby fat. "let daddy show you how much he loves you."
"mama's gonna be mad." is your weak defense. "and i don't know what to do, i've never..."
your cheeks flush again, this time with harsh embarrassment instead of shy flattery. you don't have to say it, andrew's kept a close enough eye on you to make sure that no boy has ever stuck around long enough to take that from you.
"it's okay, just let me make you feel good, princess." andrew croons. you still look hesitant, but you nod like a good girl and that's all that andrew needs.
andrew makes quick work stripping your sheets off of your body and slides between your legs. he can feel the heat of your cunt burning against him. "i got you, baby."
another kiss yields a better response than the first. your lips are hesitant, trembling against his. he easily leads you through the kiss, teaching you to follow the suck of his lips until you're chasing after him.
andrew hums, feeling arousal tingle through his throbbing cock. hands wandering, andrew finds the swell of your breasts, nipples pert and hard under the thin layer of your nightgown. so sweet.
pinching a nipple, andrew delights in your squeak, ducking his head to seal his mouth over your free breast. he could taste your plush skin even through your pajamas. squirming around under him, you arched into his touch, inching up the ruffled end of your nightgown.
"hmm, you gotta stay quiet, baby. don't wake up mommy." andrew mumbles, releasing your breast, damp with saliva.
pressing another sweet, fatherly kiss to your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth, andrew trails his hands down your sides, over your hips, and under your skirt.
your skin is warm and dewy under his hands. andrew wants to eat you for dinner, take a bite out of your tender meat and taste you on his tongue until the day he dies.
"hmm, daddy needs you, baby." murmuring softly, andrew pulls up your nightgown, taking in the sight of your flushed, slick cunt. the sight of heaven itself wouldn't even begin to compare to seeing his baby spread open and ready to take his cock.
andrew slips a hand between you, peppering a few more kisses to your lips. your cunt squeezes around andrew's fingers, gently working your open as slick gushes around his knuckles. diligently swallowing down your moans and squeaks, andrew grinds his fingers into the spongy tunnel of your pussy.
andrew ruts his fingers deeper and deeper into your cunt, pushing the limits of what you could take. you needed it if you could take him tonight.
your father takes you over the edge on his fingers, quickly smothering your squeal with his hand as you cum around his fingers. then, andrew's pulling his fingers free. he wants to suck the slick clean off his fingers, but he can't bare a single second more not being inside of you.
making quick work of his pants, your father's cock bounces free, slapping against his stomach. the sight make your pussy clench so hard your stomach swoops. wriggling impatiently, andrew grabs hold of your hips to keep your still enough to tip his hips forward.
sliding over the slick hole of your cunt, andrew shifts his hips forward, the head of his cock making it past the ring of muscle before your body clenches down on him. groaning, andrew settles between your legs, laying his weight over you to keep you still.
it takes more time than he's happy with, rocking back and forth until he's finally bottoms out, hips pressed snuggly to the curve of your ass. you're moaning against his hand, encouraging andrew to hump into your cunt, chasing his overdue orgasm.
he did such a good job raising you, such a good job raising you to be the perfect little girl, his perfect little girl. it should only be fair that he gets to ruin you, to perfect his masterpiece.
andrew keeps his hand over your mouth, smothering your every sound, your every sin. you're his baby, the last shreds of your innocence is his to steal.
i feel like the writing for this is a bit stilted, but i talk a lot so hopefully that makes up for it a little. i'm slowly getting back into the swing of things.
- andrew graves nsfw alphabet -
a = aftercare (what they're like after sex)
there's not a lot of aftercare with him. he'll cuddle with you until the sweat dries on the sheets, then he'll pull away to get a cigarette and a rag clean you up. and once he's done cleaning you up, he's dropping back into bed beside you to enjoy his cigarette and another cuddle. that's about the extent of it.
b = body part (their favorite part of you and themselves)
he's got such a ego about his dick, but his favorite part of himself is probably his arms. he's on the weaker side, starvation and all, but he loves that he's still strong enough to manhandle you around. on you, he's a hips/ass guy. he can enjoy tits if you have them, but he prefers to slide his hand over your ass to your hips, squeezing and pulling you into him.
c = cum (anything to do with cum)
he prefers to cum in you, danger of consequences be damned. he gets a kick out of watching it ooze from your abused hole after he's done with you. if he can't cum inside you, he'd prefer to not cum on you, there's something about the way it cakes on your skin when dry that grosses him out so your shirt may have to be sacrificed instead.
d = dirty secret (what's a dirty secret of theirs)
he's absolutely gotten off on you way before you ever knew he desired you. oh, it's so sweet that he crawls into bed with you, seeking refuge from his nightmares? sometimes he just couldn't help him and slipped his pajama pants down just enough for his cock to bounce free. then he's slowly fucking your thighs, rubbing against your clothed sex until he's spilling cum right over where your hole is, imagining he was breeding you full of his seed.
e = experience (how experienced are they)
yeah, he's pretty experienced. he literally used julia as a sex doll to exert his desires for ashley. i imagine that whether julia was super into it or not, there was a lot of experimenting with various positions, kinks, fetishes, etc.
f = favorite position (what is their go to position)
he really likes to bend you over face down, ass up or into prone bone. but the classic missionary or cowgirl is fun. i wish i could give something crazy, but i think he'd prefer more common sex positions.
g = goofy (are they serious in the moment? humorous?)
he acts a bit humorous, but it's just to tease you. there's no really jokes being cracked, any comments he makes whether it be positive or negative are lined with truth.
h = hair (how well groomed are they)
i don't think he's super well groomed. he just doesn't really care so it's a bit of a jungle.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment)
i think he can be really intimate when he wants to be. he'll go slower, keeping his body pressed close to you, wanting to eliminate as much space as he can, bumping his nose against yours whenever he feels like your attention is wandering.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
oooh, he's a fucking panty thief. if he sees it hanging over the edge of your hamper, he'll just snatch them for a little while. not long enough for you to notice, just long enough to spill a few loads into the fabric, knowing your sex was pressed right there a couple of hours ago.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
canonically, biting, hair pulling, probably choking. i could also see him being into brat taming, he loves breaking you down to a weeping mess when you've been throwing attitude at him. maybe even dabbling into some bondage, putting handcuffs on you and making you be his free use time for a while.
l = location (favorite places to do it)
anywhere that can support your weight. he's not picky.
m = motivation (what gets them going)
you. your smell, seeing your clothes strewn around the apartment, having you cuddle into him, anything if it makes him think of you.
n = no (something they wouldn't do/turn offs)
there's not much that turns him off honestly. i know in certain routes he makes comments like refusing to fuck ashley on her period, but then in other routes he seems down for whatever so i think his preferences depend on which route you're playing. however, i don't think he'd be very interested in things like genuine roleplay. a light form of roleplay is whatever, but i don't think he'd be into dressing up for a full on roleplay.
o = oral (preference in giving and receiving)
i'm being indulgent, but he loves going down on you. he likes to toy with your sex, using his fingers to spread you open so he can lick you until his drool is dripping down your legs before he shoves his tongue into you as much as he can manage. and he loves seeing you get down on your knees for him. he encourages you to go deeper and deeper until he's all the way down your throat. sometimes he's lazy and wants to watch your head bob, but i imagine that he prefers to fuck your throat.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
he's a temperamental bastard, but also a hopleless romantic. he manages both. it's really just depends on if you're relationship is like his with ashley or if you lean into something a bit more gentle and calm that is the deciding factor. that or if he's just in a mood.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies)
he's down for them. he ideally likes to take you apart until you're shaking to appease his ego, but there are times where he just wants an orgasm. Or there's not enough time to properly work you open but he feels like he's truly burning for you, he'll settle for a quickie wherever you can manage.
r = risk (are they game for risky situations)
similar to the above, he is. let's not forget he did things like repeatedly call julia even after he was supposed to be dead or talking to ashley through julia. and all of the times they kept sticking their nose into the cultists stuff after escaping the apartment building. i could see this twisted jerk literally making a call to someone while fucking you, whispering that you have to keep quiet even as he grinds the heel of his palm against your sex.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for)
realistically, that chain smoker can't go for long because he can't catch his breath. spends five minutes wheezing afterwards, but fuck realism. he can go for a good amount of rounds, usually four is his sweet spot before he starts to get worn out and tired.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner? themself)
even though this game takes place roughly in the 2010s and sex toys were relatively easy to access, i can't imagine that he owns any. he's wandered into a sex shop once to twice out of curiosity, but never actually bought anything. any toys there are in the apartment either come from you, or he buys them at your insistence. and considering the themes of traditional gender roles than run through the game, i don't think he'd use them on himself. he'd stupidly see it as a chick thing and you'd have to coax him into using it on himself, but he's more than eager to use them on you.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
he is canoncially someone who teases bullies ashley and seemingly julia too when he wants to get something from her. he'll probably enjoy making you beg for him, making you squirm and plead with him until he's satisfied, but he'll continue to make teasing remarks about your sounds, your desperation, anything he can pick at for the majority of the time.
v = volume (how loud are they)
hmm, i often bounce here, but more true to his characters, andrew doesn't make a lot of sounds. if he's close to you, biting marks into your neck and shoulders you can hear his labored breathing or his low, choppy groans of pleasure through gritted teeth. but i do think that he talks more than normal. he'll make crude observations on your body or how you act in the moment.
w = wild card (random headcanon)
he's a fucking dick that honestly doesn't seem to care much about boundaries and a person's autonomy because he's a abusive bastard. he likes to poke fun at you by pushing sexual limits. don't like anal? he'll purposely slide his cock over your asshole, pushing just enough to make you feel a bit of panic. you hate the taste of his cum in your mouth? when he's getting close, he'll force you to the base and hold you there until the last second before letting you pull off.
x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
canonically big. he's never bothered to actually measure his size and he probably won't let you, but it's thicky and veiny regardless. sometimes for my own amusement i like to imagine a ridiculously big horse cock, the type of shit people like on the rule 34 websites.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive)
the yearning is high with this man. he's been waiting years to have you, but it feels like centuries. once he has you, it never ends. he is ready to take you and bend you over at a moment's notice.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
depends. if it's the first time he's ever had with you, he's wide awake and wired for hours until he's able to wind down for the night. or if you're pissed at each other while having sex, don't expect to get sleep anytime soon. but, if it's more spur of the moment, a rare calm day together, maybe some sort of anniversary, as long as he's got a hand on you in some way, he's out before his cigarette is done smoking.
what are your thoughts on Andrew genderbent? I really really really really want to suck on her titties but thats just me 🌞 I’ve always imagined how she’d be with a little bro!reader
MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i love me some genderbend chaarcters. and fem!andrew just gets me right in the gut.
my biggest question: what do you guys think her name would be? i've seen some people say audrey, andrea, adrian, etc. i personally love audrey and then douglas calls her andrea as a throwback to the andre thing.
henceforth! fem!andrew is audrey on this blog.
anyways, i love her. considering how this game likes to run with the themes of implicit misogyny and traditional gender roles, she would probably be a bit more of a soft spoken, comforting person. not because she wants to be or because she is like that, but that's what she is expected to be.
it's her personal brand of manipulation separate from andrew. she's continuously the victim, always the tortured eldest daughter just trying to do everything her family expects of her. she would definitely the the type to repost those "i'm so fluttershy" posts like being a major bitch and god i love her for it.
and honestly? i think she'd get a kick out of having someone suck on her tits. she'd again play the flustered, troubled sister. acting coy and shy before she eventually relents, taking you to her bed. she'd refuse to look at you as she takes off her shirt, hiding behind her hair as she takes off her bra, breasts spilling out.
she would lay back and gently give you the go ahead, but the second you're latched on, the act is gone. her fingers are snaring through your hair to keep your anchored to her chest. her gentle words slowly turn mean as she comments on how much you need her, how pathetic you are to still need your surrogate mommy after all these years.
don't get me wrong, she's enjoying it. when your teeth scrape over the bud, she's gasping as tugging at your hair, head falling back into her pillows. but just remember that she's doing this for you. the least you could do is repay her by spreading her legs and eat her cunt until she's seeing stars. she's just been so stressed lately.
hi! so, about Andrew and Ashley having a daughter, I have so many questions about what it would be like. like, do you think they would both love her? would Ashley be able to be less awful than her mother? Would they both teach her that incest is wrong or treat it as something normal? would Andrew love his daughter? and would his sexual feelings be because he loves her or would it be different? who would their daughter likely like and be more attached to? would they be very jealous of her? would Ashley forbid her from having friends? would Andrew not want her talking to boys? would Ashley be able to take care of her properly when she was little? like taking care of her health, hygiene, getting her ready? or would it be Andrew? and would he do that? would Ashley help her with her schoolwork? and if she were the most normal of the three, would they notice? and lastly, wouldn't Ashley feel jealous of her with Andrew when she realized Andrew was developing feelings for her?
there are so many questions, I'm sorry but I can't think of anything else besides their dynamic with a daughter 😭😭😭
i love thinking about how their dynamic would form with their daughter 💞 i have genuinely been thinking about the questions all day and i left these answers thinking about the range of their daughters life from baby to teenager roughly.
yes, i do think that they would love her, but it's not a healthy form of love. they do adore her, but they also view their daughter as an extension of themselves and little more. we can see in the game that andrew almost acts like he doesn't see ashley as her own person and i imagine that would extend heavily to any child he had.
ashley would definitely be less horrible than renee, but she'd be pretty bad in her own way. she would never neglect you or talk down to you like renee did, she's always attentive to her daughter, but she expects the same amount of attention back. it becomes toxic because she refuses to let you set any boundaries, any attempt leads to her reminding you that you ruined her body and she adores you, unlike her own mother so you shouldn't shut her out.
oooooh, this one is interesting. i can see them both teaching their daughter that incest is wrong, but for different reasons. assuming andrew and ashley have managed to get back into normal life, andrew deeply fears you or anyone finding out the truth of your birth. ashley on the other hand, she sets it deep in your brain that incest is horrible because she's scared for you. because ashley sees you as a extension of herself, she doesn't want to see her past repeating in you. realistically, if andrew were to show interest, ashley would kill him to protect you, and then turn it around and force you to stay with her because she killed for you.
technically, in game, i think if anyone ever handed andrew another kid and told him it was his responsibility he would crawl out of his skin. so he doesn't care for you when you're a baby, but as you grow he comes around to you. it's not a easy thing, but andrew does love you. in game, andrew's sexual desires toward ashley because of their severe codependency and misanthropy, andrew feels like ashley is the only one who sees and understands him and was never able to grow beyond this belief. i could see andrew developing feelings for his daugher if his feelings shift and he feels closer connected to his daughter than ashley which could be a result of raising her. but i doubt he'd act on it, one because he would recognize ashley's fierce protectiveness as a threat to himself and the knowledge that you're already a product of incest would be a strong way to lock up his desires.
for this next one, i think you meant who would their daughter be more like. and honestly, because ashley takes on a more friendly role than a motherly one, the child might be more likely to model andrew's behavior as a child, but transition to ashley's behavior as they grow into adolescence. and while ashley is likely to be around more, she can be overbearing because you're the only friend that she has and ashley would have a fixation of you being young due to her resistance to growing up. there's a lot of comments about how lucky you are to be young that come off as backhanded so any child they have would probably be more attached to andrew. i wasn't kidding when i said he has manipulating women down to an art, he would have his kid charmed in a day. and he would probably be gone for most of the day working so their kid would be super excited and eager for when he gets home.
i could see them getting jealous if one of them is becoming the preferred parent, but it's not something they really take out on the kid. it just becomes a fight that they have and then make passive aggressive remarks at each other for a few days.
oh ho ho ho hoooooooo, andrew and ashley forbidding friends and boys. isolating their little girl to keep her in their bubble. i love it. ashley wouldn't forbid friends, but there's a lot of dismissing. they probably want something for you. friends don't last forever, look at me, i'm all alone. you don't like your friends more than you like mommy, right? and andrew, oh my dear andrew, he absolutely would forbid boys. he's the type to say that you can date when he's dead and even then you have to wait five years to make sure he's really dead. sharing at dinner you like a boy, he doesn't say anything, but there's murder in his eyes. any boy that tries to come see you at the house gets chased off with a few harsh words. sneaking a boy into the house or sneaking out to see a boy?! oh, you're grounded.
now, circling back to my general belief that ashley would not make a good mom. unlike traditional roles, most of the responsibilities taking care of you when you're really young fall onto andrew. this is probably when you endear yourself to him because ashley doesn't like doing most of it. she hated breastfeeding and pumping, so you got formula and she hates waking up in the middle of the night but andrew is a naturally light sleeper so that goes to him. changing your diapers makes her gag so that's andrew's too. when you start eating solids, she hates the mess so that's andrew too, both getting you to eat and cleaning up the mess. if you're crying too much, too loud then you get passed off to andrew so ashley can take a minute to unwind. other things that get passed off to andrew is getting you up in the mornings, brushing your hair and brushing your teeth. the duties ashley takes on firmly is bathing you and dressing you. she has a sense of paranoia about andrew's desires bubbling up with you, so she eliminates most opportunities to see you naked. diaper changes don't count because that's disgusting, but ashley enjoys taking baths with you for as long as it's appropriate and she adores getting to dress you up, poking and squeezing at your pockets of baby fat.
and don't get me wrong, he's not happy at first, but he does it. it's a sort of conditioning, he can't just leave you to live in your own filth because ashley's picky about how she wants to mother. once he comes around to you, ashley can hear him talking to you in a slight baby voice throughout his tasks with you. it's a little cute.
oof, ashley and schoolwork. she'd help you with what she can, but you'd have to ask andrew to help you with anything she couldn't figure out and check over the rest of your work. not so fun little fact, while physical deformities can show up in one generation of incest, mental disabilities and learning disorders are more common to appear. so, their daughter probably would need help in school.
if their daughter somehow managed to be normal, that is where they feel jealous of her and that's where the true toxic behavior bleeds into their relationships with their child. while at different levels, andrew and ashley both seemed at one point to genuinely want a normal life and they would envy their daughter for reaching what they never could, and the real sting is that for her it isn't a act. they would start to dismiss her accomplishments, talking down to her, pushing down her self esteem just enough to ensure that she stays, they need her to stay with them.
and lastly, as previously touched on i don't think ashley would feel jealously. even as their relationship is now, ashley views andrew's desire for her as nothing more than a means to an end and a curse on her existence. she feels like she has to indulge him no matter her disgust because otherwise he won't stay with her. to see that form with her daughter, to see his eyes turn from her to their daughter, ashley would be terrified. on one side, it brings up old insecurities about her place in andrew's life and on the other, she can't stand to see the curse pass on to you. her first reaction is genuine, gut-punching fear and then it's blinding rage and anger, for andrew's unfaithful betrayal and for his audacity to hurt their baby, her baby. like i said, i think it could bring her to killing andrew and taking off with you.
please come to me with any other questions these are so fun to write
3:11am idea: andrew and ashley have a younger sibling but they're obviously renee's favorite child. ik its really indulgent and ooc but i know it must be so frustrating trying to bond with their siblings when they resent them for being her fav. they don't want to be treated so differently but renee refuses to acknowledge the trouble they cause and always turns it into andrew and ashley's fault. she's so desperate to have just ONE normal child that she just ignores any issues that reader might have or cause and kinda,,, like deludes herself that reader is the blessing chuld she has always asked for. this is ultimately a forbidden love incest enemies to lovers (prob not my best idea)
oh, no this idea rocks and honestly, i could absolutely see renee doing some bullshit like this.
renee had high hopes for andrew, but he grew to be a disappointment in her eyes, falling short of her expectations. and them ashley has always been nothing more than an embarrassment in her eyes, staining the family image that she wants to project to others. if she could finally get that child that would get her the status she wanted, she'd jump at the chance.
she still wouldn't be a good mother, she's still be benignly neglectful, encouraging reader to take on the same hyper independence that andrew showed as a child. and in order to preserve this seemingly perfect child, renee would isolate reader from andrew and ashley, discouraging any attempts to play or spend time with them. and god, that starts the resentment for their baby sibling, to see how much renee prefers you and how she openly condemns them and their behavior just reminds them that no matter how much they chase her, they'll never get her love. not when she has you.
andrew's just cold to you, anytime he has to interact with you it's curt and short. he talks to you like you're a stranger and it stings so much, but ashley's worse. renee's blatant favoritism makes her act out mor, crying and throwing tantrums. she breaks you things and insults you like she does to the other kids on the playground. the first time she broke a toy, you made the mistake of telling renee. she punished ashley and you saw your sister cry real tears of despair while andrew just stared at you. seeing the look in his narrowed eyes taught you a lesson: ashley was loud and mean, but andrew was scary.
after that, you just... you were just being careless. you weren't paying attention. you left it at the park. any toy that turns up broken or goes missing is your fault. you don't want to see ashley like that again, and to have andrew stare at you like that again, feeling the weight of his disdain for you like a sunburn scorching through your skin would make you fall apart.
and you can't even truly act out. like you said, renee's desperation would have her dismissing any and all issues with you. and anything that can be turned in andrew or ashley's fault is dropped onto them. acting out to try breaking free of the prison renee has trapped you in only manages to separate you more and more from your siblings, and those are the ones you want the most.
it's a lonely existence. renee isn't really there for you. you're a prop in her life, she often shoos you off to play by yourself or tries to turn you into some prodigy, nothing about who you really are matters to her so long as she can convince herself that you're her little blessing. and andrew and ashley want nothing to do with you, there's them and then there's you. toys broken, insulted, and despised, you have very little that is truly yours. and you know that you exist solely to be a part of renee's show, you're no different than fine china, pretty and perfect, but rarely thought of.
you don't acclimate well to school, you can't make friends. you're smart and quick to learn, but you fail to bond to anyone, watching ashley play with nina from across the playground.
you try to get crafty, if ashley grows to like you, andrew will follow suit. your birthdays are open invitation, so ashley can invite her friends much to renee's distate. whatever cake ashley like is what you think is best. you start doing chores around the house, asking your mom for pocket change in return so when ashley and andrew's birthdays come around you can buy them something they want. you stay up all night, creeping out of bed so you can try to wrap their presents, cutting your clumsy hands on the scissors in the dark.
ashley throws it right in your face. she doesn't want your fucking pity. she throws it onto the floor, breaking it and then tosses it into the dumpster, she doesn't even want it in the house. andrew opens his presents, politely thanks you, and then it collects just on the bookshelf, never touched.
you feel helpless, watching as the gap between your siblings grows into a neverending abyss you can't hope to cross. your mother has turned your life into an island and you find yourself resenting her for it. you didn't ask to be her blessing, it's worthless when you see how your siblings rely on each other. the warmth of their love for each other is so much kinder than the cold touch of your mother's sugared words.
things change when quarantine happens. once everyone thinks you're filled with some nasty parasite, any of the prospects renee had for you crumble like sand. if she's managed to turn you into any kind of talent, it's all flushed down the drain, no one wants to work with a diseased bastard like you.
but she's so persistent, but you can separate now and appeal to your siblings. her calls are either ignored and hung up on, you refuse to talk to her, hovering awkwardly at the edges of your siblings interactions. you give into a submissive sort of lifestyle, listening to whatever they say, eagerly offering over your bit of food to them once resources start to dwindle.
it's a double edged sword, it hurts you to see your siblings suffer, but they're also so tired. any sharp words lose either harshness when ashley gets woozy and is forced to lean on you for a few moments until she's sure that she won't pass out on the floor. and andrew's willing to ignore your presence with him on the balcony, finding something to clean so long as you don't make too much noise.
in quarantine where there's so little space, you quickly find ways to busy yourself so your siblings can't claim you're bothering them. their resentment runs deep, but they take notice to your desperation.
they see how you're actively turning away renee in exchange for them, someone that has a choice is actively picking them, actively chasing their attention and love. it's a bit of a thrill. but they want to test you, how far will you go for them.
instead of them investigating the neighbor making so much noise, they send you over. you see the cultist die and take the opportunity steal the trinket and wander around his apartment for anything you can get. your mother taught you to think resourcefully and you refuse to die here.
you steal some clothes and money. he doesn't have a car, but you search around for anything you can use to escape. you hide it away in his apartment and return to tell them what you saw. they don't believe it until you sacrifice the guard to the demon. you don't tell them about the trinket, knowing better than to give them blind trust.
escaping the apartment building goes about the same, but once you're out of the apartment you dive headfirst into making yourself resourceful. they don't like you, but you have a way of charming people that they don't. you can't get a job with no id, but you can get little side hustles that make some money.
going to see renee and douglas, they plan on dumping you like a dog after dealing with their parents. you were useful enough that they'll repay you by not killing you. but oh, everything changes once they get there.
you avoid and ignore renee avoiding her gaze and sticking as close as ashley will allow. once renee propses the deal to andrew, he just plans to dump you with them and take ashley, but then everything goes sideways.
they know they'll have to get rid of their parents and you're renee's little lapdog so they'll probably have to kill you too. but they're surprised when you're more than happy to tie them up and separate yourself from them, once again actively choosing to give your love to your siblings.
and they're surprised once again when you take the first cut. they see it that you're making so you have no one else but them, ensuring that there's no escape for you to run away when things get hard. to you, it's a release. you're free of your mother and her expectations, always just out of reach. you feel it the second the betrayal fadess from her eyes, your island is gone, the abyss is closed and your siblings are finally standing by your side just like you always wanted.
ashley's hands are warm and soft as they trail down your arms, guiding your hands to spill renee's blood over and over again until it's staining the floor. it's sugary sweet when she grins and murmurs in your ear how sweet you are. you can almost pretend it's kind.
this turned out a bit more yandere than i anticipated lol
I love your stories! Imagine after the Shots and Such route the abortion goes wrong and Andrew and Ashley end up having a daughter? This happens after Ashley tries to abort a few times and it dsn't work. And the girl(reader) is born with many psychological disorders, such as depression. Maybe Andrew has incestuous desires for his daughter. u could do some normal day of this family and how was the childhood of this poor thing💗
fun little fact: parent/child fauxcest was actually my first dip into fauxcest as a genre so this hits hard. that and i often daydream about being andrew's poor doomed baby.
but in all seriousness, that poor child. i have two things that popped to mind: the realistic version and the idealized version.
realistically, andrew becomes douglas and renee and ashley never changes for the worst. i can imagine that andrew throws himself into work, he's never around, actively avoiding his life and when he is around, he's a prop. he barely reacts to your mother's outbursts or your desperate attempts for attention. he's douglas to you and renee to ashley. even worse if his incestuous desires do extend to you, that probably adds to the reason of why he's never around. he's already seen what can happen if he lets himself give into his desires, so it's best to stay as far away from you as possible. and ashley as your mother... yeah. i see a lot of people draw cute fanart of their incest family, but ashley would be a horrible mother. emotionally immature, she would use you as a therapist and overshare about her and andrew's relationship only to snap at you five minutes later.
you're used as a emotional punching bag, because even in shots and such i don't really see ashley ever turning physically abusive to her child, but the emotional and verbal abuse is at a all time high. honestly, in a realistic version, i can see the cycle repeating. in the end, reader kills them both and possibly assumes the role of servant for lord unknown.
idealized, however, is not as angsty and more fun. andrew has manipulating women down to an art, it's impossible not to be a daddy's girl when existing in the gravitational pull of andrew's charisma. andrew does his best in actively taking part of your life, encouraging you to try new things. showing up to dance recitals and soccer games with your mother in tow to cheer you on.
also in my idealized version, yes, ashley is still a very immature woman and not the best mother, but it's more like a cool mom thing. she may not let you smoke, but she will let you do basically whatever you want so long as you don't get arrested. anyways, once andrew realizes what happening with you, he does pull back, goes back into his avoidant shell.
it hurts and you wonder why your daddy who you've always been so close with hates you now. you ask your mom, but she just says that your dad is being stupid and to give him time to get over himself. you don't understand the pitying look in her eyes she loves you so much more than she ever knew that she could. her poor baby is going to suffer the same fate as her.
but you don't want to leave it alone, you want your daddy back more than anything. he's been drinking more, your mom says he just gets like that sometimes, but she hates it and it starts fights. you have to wait for the slam of their bedroom door, your mother retreating for the night, and then make your move.
your daddy is slouched on the couch, a bottle of hard liquor on the coffee table, opened and already half empty. daddy startles when she sees you before forcing himself to relax. you look so cute in your pajamas, but surely this is the true line that he can never cross. how could he ever think of his babygirl like that. he accepts you climbing onto the couch with him, maybe you just can't sleep. you haven't slept in their bed since you were seven, but he misses it.
you start to ask questions, prodding at his sudden withdrawl from you. you miss your daddy. just hearing you call him that, something that was once so pure and sweet, burns him from the inside out. andrew tries to hold back, but liquor has made him loose and given him poor judgement. the truth is out of his mouth before he can think to take it back and he wants to die.
he can't do this to his baby. but you want daddy back, and let's face it, even in an idealized version, you're still so fucked up in the head. you're uncertain and scared, mama told you that having sex was not something to look forward to, but if it gives your daddy back to you, you'll give him whatever he wants.
and that's on the assumption that these two nutcases were able to acclimate back to normal life and kept the secret of your birth from you. there's always the all time fucked up never got back into normal life, living on the run from assassins, life that the reader could have to live. although, that's another reader ends up killing them and taking their places as servant for lord unknown type of ending.
but to end on a better note, dear god daddy kink where the person your fucking is actually your dad.... ooooooohhhhhhh it goes so hard.
I think Andrew calling reader a brat in the drunk sex fic woke something in me, so imagine touchy little sister reader and Andrew getting into some big argument and readers acting like a brat so they have angry sex👀👀👀 that would be terrible..👀👀 maybe a little spanking.. #brattamerandrew
for real. something about being called a brat, even in a friendly joking manner gets me going.
anyways
ironically, if they're going to have some big argument, it's probably going to be about reader being so touchy. most of the time, andrew loves it and he's more than happy to indulge himself you, but then there's the off day where he's just not feeling you fucking clinging to him every second of the damn day-- ouch.
whether it be that he's just a mood, pouting over a life that he would have hated, or that he fought with ashley, or who knows what ultimately when he does snap at you it hurts. and you snap back, mood turning on a dime, and it just all spirals from there.
you get into each others faces, spitting insult after insult. it's a dangerous game to play, you've seen how rough andrew and ashley can get with each other, but you're too upset to worry about yourself.
the argument just builds and builds, going from a legitimate argument about your shared codependent behavior to petty insults, picking at each other insecurities and weaknesses with the only goal to make each other as mad as possible.
andrew's the one to break first, always so weak for his little girls, grabbing you by the front of your shirt and roughly pulls into a kiss, growling about how much of a fucking bitch you are, taking every bit of his soul, shrieking your head off over nothing, you're fucking lucky you're so adorable.
the bratty part of you wants to bite him until he bleeds, split his lip for the nightmare he's put you in, but you're just as weak for him as he is for you. a few kisses and you're melting, argument forgotten in your mind. sex makes everything all better.
andrew easily deposits you onto the nearest surface, bossing you around in between kisses to strip and spread your legs, make his life easier for once.
that does earn him a hard bite. flinching away in surprise, andrew moves before he can really think about, swatting you right on the rear. the crack startles both of you for a second before you're whining and complaining about him being mean.
and he'll never admit it, but seeing how red you get as you pout and shift your weight to the side to rub your sore rump makes his cock throb so hard he worries he'll pop a blood vessel. you're so cute when you look like you're going to cry.
andrew takes you by the hips, using your smaller figure to his advantage and flips you around. bent over to bare your slick cunt to him, andrew grind his cock over your hole.
coating himself in your slick, fingers already rubbing over your clit, andrew hilts his cock inside of you. tight and slippery around him, all andrew wants is to see you squeal.
he hasn't forgotten about your argument and while it feels far away, he's obviously been too lenient with you. you should know better than to argue with your big brother, he knows best how to keep you safe and happy.
placing a firm hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place, andrew lands another swat on your ass. your indignant squealing is lost to andrew as your hole clamps down on his cock. fuck he's seeing stars as your cunt strangles his cock.
grinning, andrew's spanks you again, both of your cheeks turning red from his abuse. each hit prompts the most beautiful choked noise, squirming against his hand as your cunt spasming, trying to milk every last drop of cum from him.
andrew forces you to cum again and again, filling to with his hot seed until your belly bulges with the effort of keeping it all in. shuddering and whining nonsense to yourself, your ass feels like it's been lit on fire. andrew's hand gently rubbing over the tender flesh feels like a punishment rather than kind comfort.
you can't sit right for the next few days and andrew loves it. he'll intentionally come up behind you just to force you into your seat, wanting to see that mixture of a pain filled wince and sex filled haze that covers your eyes.
he's just found his favorite thing to punish you with, slowly turning pain to pleasure until you're actively acting up just so he can bend you over his lap.
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