to be filled with warmth

alice || 19 || any pronouns

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- intro -

alice - nineteen, any pronouns, mixed, asexual

free time writer with too much time on their hands

posting writing blurbs, x reader bits, rants and rambles, 18+ content/blog

please do not steal/repost my work and claim it as your own

- beware -

i do have dark interests and will occasionally post about these interests such as yandere content (both original and fandoms), fauxcest, kidnapping, etc.

masterlist || interests

divider credits to @/strangergraphics-archive

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ooooo this hit me right in the gut 💞 in reference to this post. also i am so sorry this took so long i had it written in my notes and then it disappeared and i had to rewrite i hope you like it

you feel bad, but not bad enough to stop.

since the day you were born, everything you've ever had is shared. not that you mind it, there was nothing in the world that could make you resentful of your sister. you had been created together, born together, raised together, and you hoped that you would die together.

but there is a unfamiliar sense of possessiveness to have one thing that is your own. for now, andrew is your own. he's never been your own, he's never been yours, but he is now.

on the rare times that ashley leaves the apartment and andrew herds you to the bed, crawling over you to smother your skin in kisses, pressing his lips lower and lower until he's dragging your bottoms down your hips, kisses morphing into nibbles, he is yours.

andrew is choosing to give himself over to you, slotting himself between your legs, leading kisses back up to your lips before he fills you with his cock. maybe you're too much of a romantic like your brother, but it doesn't feel like fucking. it doesn't feel anything like what ashley describes when they do this together. it feels like making love.

he slides a gentle hand up your thigh, encouraging your legs higher, tighter around his waist, he always shudders just a bit when you cum and your thighs lock around him so tightly all he can do is grind against your spasming hole.

he always waits with patience for you to adjust to his size, never fully used to the stretch. you can never help the quiet noises that escape you as he pushes in, no matter how embarrassment rushes through your head.

you try to hide away, try to smother your face into a pillow and ignore how silly you feel, but andrew never lets you hide for long. he says that he wants to see you, it's why he holds you so close. you blush every time he says it and you think that's why the mumbles the words against the shell of your ear so often.

it feels so good to have your brother so close and dear, legs locked around his waist, feeling the bones of his hips, his hands splayed over your back. you've never felt so adored compared to how andrew holds you to his chest, even if it gets a little sticky.

you've come to appreciate being a little sticky as the sweat dries on the sheets. andrew always drapes the sheets over you, unneeded but kind, before he gets up to find his cigarettes. he doesn't leave you alone for long and the evidence of your time together is gone before ashley comes back home.

andrew hasn't left you yet, lying beside you as you catch your breath, trailing his rough fingertips up and down your thigh. it's a comforting touch, one you would usually take luxury in, but guilt eats at you.

you hate lying to ashley, and even if you aren't technically lying beside your twin never technically asked you about it, you feel like you're lying. and it makes you feel like shit, it's ruining your glow.

andrew sighs softly beside you, his gentle touch turning into a not so gentle pinch. hissing in pain, you jerk your leg out of reach and roll onto your back to glare at him. andrew smiles slightly, looking a bit dopey.

"what're you being so fucking gloomy about?" he mumbles, voice pleasantly rough to your ears, hand falling to your hair. he scratches his nails over your scalp as you grumble nonsense to yourself.

you don't want to reveal your unwarranted sense of possessiveness to your brother. would he even like that? would he ever actually want to be with you, or did he just like the way you moaned?

guilt hit you again. for thinking of andrew like this, for keeping secrets, for betraying your sister. you wiggle closer and let andrew sweep you into his arm again. you don't feel bad enough to stop falling into andrew's arms, but you've never felt so terrible.

you convince ashley to cuddle with you on the couch when she gets back. she grumbles and bitches that it's too hot out for you to being clinging to her, but she winds a tight arm around you anyway.

andrew has to leave for work. he doesn't get stuck with the night shift often, but he has to draw the short stick every now and then. you and ashley sarcastically wish him a quick night of cutting up animal carcasses, knowing full well the night will drag on.

the guilt lingers, but for a bit you feel better. you feel like you aren't holding back a big secret. ashley cooks dinner much to your displeasure, you love her but she can make anything taste tough and dry. and after she pleasantly curses you out for not enjoying her hard work with a peachy grin, she drapes a blanket over you to watch a movie.

it's very domestic, makes this cheap shoebox of an apartment feel like a home. you feel comfortable and that's all that ashley wants. she can't stand the tension that seems to sit in your shoulders whenever she's around. you should be tense, she hates it when you keep secrets from her, but she hates the stress regardless.

so your dearest sister goes out of her way to draw you a bath, prompting a few raised brows as she adds way too many bubbles to the water until it's nearly overtaken the tub. but you're so trusting you just take her kindness in stride and slide into the warms waters.

ashley's mad, she's fucking pissed that you would ever keep a secret from her. that you would ever fucking stare her in the eye and tell her the truth. she wouldn't have been half as mad as she is now.

andrew's a guy, guys are fucking shitheads more often than not. he's always been a fucking whore, letting his eyes wander to every girl that walks past, but you are different. you are her only sister, the only thing that completes her soul, you are connected in a way no one will ever understand.

and you fucking betrayed that.

and now, you need to make it up to her, you need to remember that above all else you are hers.

massaging conditioner into the ends of your hair, ashley twists the strands together and piles the clump on the top of your head, allowing the conditioner time to set in as she wets the nape of your neck. the water and her hands are blessedly warm against your skin.

it's a delightful comfort to have. so delightful, you don't mind ashley weaving her free hand into your wet hair, fingering tangling and twisting into the strands straight to your scalp. it's so delightful the pain from the knife ashley had hidden doesn't start to burn until the first cut is done.

"ashley! what--!" her grip is tighter than steel cuffs, forcing you to stay put as she raises the knife again and with one quick swipe, slices your skin open.

hissing, you reach around to grab ashley's wrist, trying in vain to arch the nape of your neck away from her blade. ashley easily stays out of reach, keeping your head bowed as water sloshes over the rim of the tub and onto the floor.

"you're a fucking liar." ashley snaps, voice wobbling. you don't have to be in ashley's head to know that the hurt is real. when it came to you, ashley's heart was your own, worn on your sleeves.

"you're my sister and--and you're lying. you're lying to me." she continues, another flick, another cut. guilt and fear of ever physically hurting your sister keep you from fighting too much.

"i came home early and i could hear you two. you're both gonna get us kicked out, you're too fucking loud." she mumbles, inflicting another quick cut. you can feel hot blood trickling down your back. it's a lot for just a few little cuts, you don't want it to ruin the bathwater.

"leyely, i'm sorry, i-i just--" you feel a few strands of hair rip out of your scalp as your sister's grip tightens. her knuckles must be turning white from how hard her grip is.

"you can't love him. not anymore than you love me." ashley cuts in sharply, stomping over your apology. "we're gonna be together forever. you're fucking mine! you're always gonna be mine! mine damnit!"

"i-i-i, fuck, i know that!" a harsher cut has you squealing, legs kicking instinctively against the wall of the tub, spilling more water. "i'm yours."

"then fucking act like it!" ashley almost sounds like she's crying now. you certainly have tears in your eyes from how your skin blazes. "don't keep secrets from me!"

"don't lie, don't give him more than you give me, don't you dare love him more than you ever love me!" each demand is followed by a quick cut, close, crisscrossing over each other. she's writing something into your skin.

"i won't!" the promise comes easily. you've never denied your sister anything, and you're smart enough to know that now is a horrible time to start. ashley stays quiet for the next few cuts, you're too busy staring into the water slowly changing color to start pleading for mercy.

ashley will be done when she's done, and you can put it all behind you. the final cut is slow and the knife clatters to the floor. your sister's warm breath blows over the cuts and then she kisses the cuts as a promise.

she whispers softly, smearing blood over her lips. "you're mine."

you've always been. "i'm yours."

andrew sees the cut in the afternoon, long after he returned from work and blindly stumbled into bed for some well needed rest. sitting at your weak excuse for a dining table with ashley, eating something that resembles a ham sandwich. his hand, brushing over your shoulders in lieu of a good morning twitches and disappears after a moment.

ashley had done your hair in the morning, a simple little updo to let your tattooed skin breath. ashley giggles, holding andrew's gaze from where she sits across from you, daring him to think that he'll ever own you.

sitting upon red, inflamed skin a heart is clumsily cut into your skin with the word mine scrawled proudly within.

for @that-cavedweller-cat (let me know if you prefer i'd remove the tag)

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Oh, my goodness, that was so hot with Renee and her eldest spiraling down in tabboo and passion.

Can you write more? :3

The older brother reader gets WAY into it, and eventually gets addicted to his mom.

He's overtaken her when it comes to being dominant. Experiments a lot with her. Toys, bondage, squirting, and then fisting. How would Renee do in all this?

goddamn 😭 i unfortunately have to cut the fisting bit for my own comfort, i'm sorry. it's just a line for me, i'm sorry.

anyways

renee's still trying to be normal, she's still trying to act like that upstanding citizen that doesn't allow her son to fuck her brains out so your trysts together are far and few.

but you're not dumb, you can feel more than see her eyes wandering your body throughout the day, fighting against the arousal stirring in her gut.

and the time between each fuck gives you time to think about and fantasize about all the things you want to do to her. any local sex shop quickly finds you to be a regular once you've nudged open the door to fill renee with as many toys as her body can manage.

and she's so reluctant and first, her face pinching with every new toy or position or kink you want to try out, but she won't say no. she'll never say no so long as you keep giving her the best orgasms she's ever had.

you have quite the collection of dildos, all shapes, sizes, colors. renee can be so sensitive when you're buried inside her cunt and slowly work a knotted dildo into her ass, grinding the silicone veins against her walls.

maybe you even buy a dildo gag (real thing btw) to hear her choke as you ram her cock into her cervix, muffled squeals gurgling around the gag.

i don't think renee would be the biggest fan of bondage solely due to the fact that it leaves marks. on one hand, there's something that really makes her wet about seeing her skin bruised and sore after you've spent the night lacing her body in rope, immobilizing her before sliding inside of her.

but on the other hand, there's the threat of other people seeing the marks. she doesn't doubt that no one would make the connection between the marks and you, but she'd rather no one see them at all.

but if you were to fuck renee so good she squirted, that's when she gives up on trying to hold herself back or being normal. relentlessly rubbing her until she can't breathe, until she's spilling all over you will make her yours forever

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for my own mental health fauxcest is the only thing I can consume but I love your writing! anyway what about step mom! ashley? #🦋 anon

i, somewhat surprisingly, don't have any stepmom ashley bits tucked away in my unfinished writings so this is just some general headcanons and thought about stepmom ashley.

firstly, unlike andrew, ashley would be a total stepmonster at first. andrew's just kinda passively horrible, a jerk that generally ignores you unless he finds you interesting for as some kind of ulterior motive.

ashley on the other hand, almost feels like she has to secure a place with your father. she feels like she has to make sure that your father pays more attention to her so he won't leave and she doesn't end up on the streets.

this makes things very tense between you two at the start of the marriage. ashley eventually settles once she realizes just how apathetic you are to your father, and her, and the marriage in general.

your relationship settles into being generally distasteful of each other and, for the most part unless one of you is in a mood, staying away from each other.

but that also where the trouble starts, isn't it. your father can't always be around to separate you two, in fact due to his work, he's gone more often than not.

ashley feels lonely, she knew she would never be entirely fulfilled no matter who she was with, but she had hoped to feel more loved than this. and if he's not around to give her attention, there's really no point in ashley stirring up trouble.

so, after a while she gets so lonely she has no choice but to seek out some form of companionship in you. quietly sitting on opposite ends of the couch, not interacting, just existing side by side.

it's not much, but for a moment, ashley doesn't feel so alone anymore.

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if you like tcoaal you might also like an old comic by SwainArt called “The Secret”, it’s super messed up but super good!!

i just read through it right now and??? holy fucking shit??? it was great, amazingly drawn and written, but what the fuck.

no spoilers, in case someone hasn't read this, but the fucking double twist at the end??? i kinda figured there was something deeper to the whole arrangement with the brother, but i was not expecting that.

and then that final page??? it made the switch up make sense but my jaw was on the floor anyways. it's a whole fucked up mess and none of them will ever truly be able to get over it.

10/10 it fucking left me with a rock in my stomach, would recommend.

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Okay, but imagine that Andrew has a younger sister, and unlike Ashley, she has always been much calmer and never seemed to show the same possessive jealousy as Ashley. However, she is very jealous but never showed it; she felt so jealous just thinking about Andrew with another girl that she would get sick. She's not explosive like Ashley, but she would get genuinely ill and feel bad. When she saw Andrew kissing a girl in front of her, she vomited and was sick for several days. When she was a child, she used to ask Andrew if he would leave her when he got married, and God forbid she ever thought about Andrew marrying another girl.

But imagine that Ashley never needed to make up an excuse because she really always got sick when he was with another girl, even though she often tried to hide it. Oh, imagine her as a teenager, and maybe even Andrew dating Julia, and he finds her crying a lot, and when he asks her what happened, she can't speak because she's crying so much. Then he goes to ask Ashley, and she just says, "She likes a boy who doesn't like her and is dating someone else." Andrew gets incredibly jealous when he hears this, thinking she wants another guy. When he goes to talk to her, she says it's complicated and that nobody will ever understand her, and she just says, "He's everything I can't have, but he seems to have been made for me." And she's like this because she finally admitted that she's in love with Andrew.

I find this rather sad because Andrew always noticed that she cried a lot since she was a child, whenever he paid attention to other children, and even if he ignored her and gave more attention to Ashley. He always noticed that she felt unwell and got sicker when he was dating a girl, but he never managed to imagine that she was in love with him until that moment when she says it, and at that moment he realizes how much she spent years suffering and repressing her feelings, just like him

that sinking nausea feeling that you get when your upset is bad enough, but to actually get sick? out of pure desperation, pain, and jealousy? oh, i would be praying for death 😭

your calmer nature compared to your sister does help you a lot in holding andrew's attention. when he and ashley fight, you're the soothing oasis to remind him why he loves you both so much despite all of the heartache you both cause him.

it makes you happy to know that andrew is able to trust you so much, more than he does ashley, although you know it's dangerous to enter a one-sided competition with ashley. not to mention how much it would hurt your sister to even think you were keeping score of andrew's attention.

but then there's the other side of it. andrew never flaunts his relationship or the few girls he ever flirted with before he started dating julia, but he doesn't feel the need to hide it from you like he does with ashley. he knows you'll never snap at him about it, or shout, or scream, you'll just see it and leave.

andrew doesn't quite understand that you want to scream and shout and throw a tantrum like ashley if it meant you would stop seeing it. you really can't take seeing your brother get all cuddly with another girl. it turns your stomach, makes your head pound, it makes your fucking bones feel hollow and fragile.

you were always such a fragile thing growing up, andrew always just assumed that your mother had done something during her pregnancy to give you such a weak immune system. otherwise he couldn't understand how you got so sick so often.

it doesn't even register to him that your sudden bouts of illness follow a pattern, they follow the cycle of how often you see with a girl, julia more specifically once you get older.

it's why andrew doesn't think too much about when he finds you in tears. he would have been surprised if you didn't at the rate your body is falling apart. you look sick and he feels like shit for a reason he doesn't want to think about when you cry harder if he comforts you. a hug brings a little more color to your cheeks, but that could also be the salt.

ashley only makes things worse. it's one thing to be born screwed over, it's quite another to being making yourself sick over some guy, letting some bastard drain you like this. it pisses andrew off so much, thinking about you wanting someone else.

with ashley he never had to worry about her running off with some guy and he thought the same for you too, but now he's worried about more than the pallid, clammy flush of your skin. andrew wants to find this guy and cut his eyes out for daring to take away your attention, for making you so sick.

the possessive part of andrew also feels angry with you for doing this to yourself. he feels wrongfully angry that you don't demand to be the sole center of his lie like ashley does. if you wanted him back, he would make sure you never got sick again.

and he tells you as much, more or less. he tells you that there are already people that love you and are more than willing to give you everything you want. you just have to ask.

but you don't want to ask, you just want to have him. you were made for each other, he's the one running around. you love your brother to death, but sometimes he's entirely blind to the things right in front of him.

[twinsfall]

✨🌸Leyley Icons!🌸✨

(these are free to use, go nuts idgaf)

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got to work early and found a untouched box of the warrior cats mystery figures series two. i may have missed out on spottedleaf but i got dibs here. and i still managed to get fucking duplicates 😐

two cloudtails, two ravenpaws, a tawnypelt, and a tigerstar

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stepdadrew anon here !! (For this one in particular: https://www.tumblr.com/inn0cently/821691499499683840/stepdad-andrew-who-married-more-for-security-than?source=share ) the last line of ‘if only you were a bit older’ gave me an idea

same ‘storyline’ as above, but the stepkid starts asking him to do more ‘dad’ stuff. “Hey, me and my friends are gonna go drinking later, can you pick me up after?”, “can you buy me lunch? I’m hungry.”, “help me pick my outfit for tonight”, awkwardly tries cuddling while watching shows or movies after a year or two. Comfortable enough to want that kind of a relationship with him but still wondering if they’re close enough to actually have it. How do you think he’d feel about all this, and the reader? :0 would he still be like ‘damn if only you were older’, or would he awkwardly settle into a dad role??

i think my favorite part of stepcest is when they're genuinely acting like your parent. it's legal dadcest and i wholeheartedly support it. so if you have a step-parent, fuck your them, you too can legally fuck your family (slight reference)

and i think it's a mixture of both. andrew does best when his relationships are fucked up. he's more than willing to indulge you and gain a closer relationship with you even if you can get a bit bratty about it once he starts acting as a surrogate dad.

he'll buy you what you want within reason and he'll take you out to eat and let you get away with dressing up and acting however you want when your mother isn't around to tell you off. this mean plenty of short skirts, cropped shirts, and expensive shoes for andrew.

it makes andrew feel like a sugar daddy, but it's nice to cuddle with you on the couch, legs thrown over his lap as he watches whatever you put on. he'll complain the whole time about you being all over him, but if you move away he'll made an offhanded comment about buying you something new so you'll curl up with him again.

he enjoys it when you coo just a little too sweetly for it to be genuine, thank you, daddy after he buys you a new dress and all he can think about is that if you were just a bit older he would have fucked you in the dressing room.

he thinks about that a lot, if you were older, what he would do to you. how many times he would have broken the vows of his marriage just to feel you clench around his cock as he stuffs you.

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VIOLAAAAA, HERE I AMMM, may i please request julia being paired with a fem!bimbo!reader fic? i think the dynamic would be really fun!!

the reader is a classic, ultra-feminine, bubbly, bimbo personality! she's obsessed with fashion/beauty, partying, makeup shopping, and, while not the sharpest tool in the shed,, is incredibly kind-hearted and fiercely loyal! ^^

being a total extrovert, she somehow completely adopts the introverted julia, i have no clue how their peronalities would meet! but when there's yuri, there's a way 🥹

the reader has been in a lot of different relationships and hookups that are less than ideal to put it lightly...so when julia tells her about all the toxic things involving those DAMN TWINS, the reader doesn't even bat an eye. she assumes it's totally normal relationship behavior and brushes it off with a "boys will be boys, right?" attitude because of her own past TRASH experiences

i'd love to see how julia reacts to the reader's aesthetic,, does julia ever react negatively to the sheer amount of pink things the reader dresses up in, especially since it might remind her of ashley?

maybe it's becausr i just watched a wlw but WHATEVER, i imagine the reader casually saying stuff like, "if you were a boy, I'd definitely date you!" i think it would be so sweet and messy if the reader fell first and had to work through her own internalized homophobia to realize how much she genuinely likes julia. i just think their whole dynamic has potential and i'm so curious for your thoughts!

thank you smmmm for reading this and for delivering your amazing writing time and time again 😛😛

god poor reader and julia are just vibing together, sharing horrible experiences from boys, having not a single clue in the world that it is in fact not normal and super shitty.

everyone looks at you and genuinely cannot grasp how you two became friends, you two are polar opposites in personality, style, everything. you don't really give an answer when people ask anyways, you just giggle and say julia's the cutest, and julia is quiet as is can be, especially when you bring her along to parties and large social gatherings so no one can get an answer out of her either.

it doesn't really matter to you though, as long as julia's still happy to be your friend. you've chosen to live your life to the happiest, ignoring what anyone thought negatively of you, and whatever you don't catch just goes flying over your head and you encourage julia to live the same way.

even if no one else gets you two, it's not their friendship so it's not their problem. you're just happy to have a friend as genuine as julia.

i don't think that julia would be super put off or see ashley in all of the pink you have. she's a bit surprised by how many different shades of pink there are, from blush to watermelon to ruby. she feels out of place in your room, but you reassure her that she fits right in, and your closet is always open to her if she wants. and that's what separates you from ashley.

you're generous and kind, a splash of bubblegum, sweet and soft. you're warm in a way that ashley never was even when they were friends. she was never generous or kind like you, you never looked at her with barely disguised disdain like ashley did. your words are never sharp, although sometimes julia wonders if there's any space in your head to be mean.

your aesthetic may remind her of ashley for a single moment, but then you smile at her with all the love in the world and it melts away. julia's most definitely not interested in matching with you though, she's much more comfortable in her own clothes, even if they appear a little shapeless next to your short skirts and tight shirts.

the bit of reader working through her internalized homophobia made me think of a mix between the 1999 film but i'm a cheerleader and also made me think of that nana quote "if nana was a guy, she would be the love of my life."

you realize that you like your best friend a little more than girls typically do, and you slowly notice that you've stopped going out with guys, barely even bothering to flirt back when they're looking for a hookup at parties, you just wanna talk with julia while drinking from the same cup.

it's definitely a little shocking to you, you had never felt this way about another girl, but there's just something about julia that you've never found in anyone else. but you quickly shut the thought down, julia was just the bestest friend you've ever had and you're mixing up platonic love for romantic. you write it off as a little ditz moment and move on.

but it lingers in the back of your mind when you meet up with julia to go see a movie. julia's really pretty, like really pretty. she's probably one of the prettiest girls you've ever seen. and she's shy too, but she refuses to be a doormat for anyone anymore and you think you love that she's doing better for herself.

you think when watching the movie, as the lights dim and you wiggle into julia's seat to share because you love cuddling with julia more than you did any boy, that julia feels a lot more comfortable too. she's like the stuffies that rule your bed, sweet smells and plush parts, she's not hard and musky like boys are, she isn't sweaty either.

you really hate sweat, it doesn't mix well with your aesthetic, it makes you feel dirty and so you hate sweat, but boys are always covered in it. julia isn't sweaty, there's no damp armpits or clammy palms for brisk whiffs of body odor. julia smells like the popcorn she's eating and you think again that you love julia, more than a girl loves her best friend, you think you love her more than anyone.

you shut the thought down again and push it away, choosing to think of simpler things than the confusing, tangled mess that is your inappropriate feelings toward your best friend. but you start to indulge yourself, just a little because you don't want to pull away from her, but every touch makes you think you love her more and more.

you ask to paint her nails, marveling over holding her hand and admiring her nails as you paint them in pretty colors. you ask for sleepovers to cuddle on the couch and watch movies, sharing food before you brush your teeth side by side in your bedroom. then you curl up together on the couch, wrapped up in blankets together like swaddled babies and you sleep an inch away from her.

she lets you brush her hair in the morning so long as you don't pull and it feels like the relationship you always wished for, but boys were never willing to give. you think you could live like this with julia forever and forget entirely about boys and that thought is so sweetly scary.

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Hot, slightly wholesome, and naughty pls!

Imagine single good mom Renee au. She's secretly fucking her eldest son passionately. But they think Ashley and Andrew don't know.

And one day they're like, "Mom. We know. We've known for YEARS. IT'S SO OBVIOUS AND GROSS."

oh my god first renee ask. i'm weirdly excited

andrew and ashley have actually found the ninth layer of hell and it lives in their mother's bedroom.

for whatever reason renee's marriage didn't work out with douglas, it sucks and she wanted them to be forever, but he's gone and now she has to wrangle three kids on her own. true to in game, she parentifies you and insists that you have some responsibility over your siblings as the eldest and the "man of the house" now.

you're young, but you understand that your mother is struggling despite her best efforts to hide it and do your best to help. and renee does her best to show you that she's proud of you and appreciates all you're doing to help her.

i think that ironically, if renee had been abandoned by someone she loved dearly, she would have understood to some level that how she was raising andrew and ashley was hurting them. douglas leaving her gave her the swift kick in the ass to take a more active part in andrew and ashley's lives when she isn't at work.

soon enough andrew and ashley forget about the empty space douglas left behind with you filling the fatherly role in their lives. and renee notices just how much you've stepped up for your baby siblings and for her. she has so much appreciation for you, appreciation that keeps growing the more you step up to take care of them all, but she has no clue how to express it to you.

it's your birthday when she decides to show you just how much she appreciates you. she surprises you with a night drinking after andrew and ashley go to bed, sure you're a little young for it, definitely not legal age for the amount she keeps passing to you, but it's fun so you enjoy yourself.

you both get so drunk, you barely even realize that she's slotted her lips over yours, hand grazing over your twitching cock until you're halfway buried inside her cunt. her nails scratch your skin open as she clings to you, moaning for you to go faster, harder, bury your cock in her stomach and fill her up until she's leaking seed.

in the morning, your hangover is almost as bad as the mortification you both feel, waking up tangled together in renee's bed, mindlessly grinding against each other before you fully wake up. you agree to stay quiet about it and forget the entire thing, even as you keep eyeing each others bodies.

you and renee don't mention the illicit drinking and your pounding heads while andrew and ashley don't mention how they were up half the night listening to renee yowl like a cat in heat. they'd prefer not to think about their mom having sex for their own good and sanity.

as for forgetting about it... you last three days before you find yourself in renee's bed again, staggeringly sober this time around as you truly fuck her to the best of your abilities.

being the man of the house comes easy to you.

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would andrew ever force sister!reader to fit into a more daughter role if they expressed he sometimes felt more like a dad than a brother

like he takes care of them all the time, knows how to handle stress and anger, and just feels…safer??? than what she thought brothers should feel like and what she imagines a dad is like—or would he hate this? Would he try and force them to see him as literally anything BUT that??

mid-thrust they’re like “okay this is gonna sound bad but can i call you daddy and see if it feels right or wrong” aaaand pack it up boner’s gone 😭

for everything that this man loves, he also simultaneously resents and hates it and he would feel the same way about this, but ultimately, you're damn fucking right he would. especially if it makes his life easier.

i actually have thought about this a lot since the makeup video came out with these two screenshots in mind:

he's such a prick, but he's so hot.

anyway

andrew feels resentment for being forced to take a parental role in your life, but if it's makes you more agreeable to him, more pliant and willing to do what he wants, andrew can certainly be convinced to indulge your daddy daydreams.

to an extent he's complimented you feel the way you do about him, even if he also thinks you're not very smart for thinking like that. safe? with him? you don't have the best instincts do you?

andrew just kinda shrugs off what you say with a dismissive comment about that you wouldn't know what a father is supposed to be like, ultimately shutting down the idea that he was any kind of father to you, but just keep at it and you'll wear him down.

and if he realizes that the more he takes charge of your decisions, either guiding you to what he wants or just plainly telling you to do this because he says so, the more relaxed you seem to become. you thrive best when he's acting like daddy and despite his reservations he'll go along with it.

and he'll never admit it, but he starts to enjoy the amount of power you'll give him over your life if he brushes his fingers through your hair, kiss you on the forehead, and call you his little girl. and he'll slowly start to realize that he likes to think of you as his daughter rather than his sister.

however if he'd be cool with being called daddy during sex is where i'm caught because we have this scene:

so i feel like canonically, yeah the boner is gone, you get the horrific feeling of his cock actually deflating inside of you as his face pinches. but indulgently, i so desperately want to say that he'll fuck you harder if you call him daddy.

god, or if it just slips. you've been thinking about it for a while and it just slips out on the tailend of a moan and andrew just kinda stops and asks you what you just called him. and he won't start fucking you again until you give in ad admit that you called him daddy as he was fucking you into the bed.

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ashley with a mommas girl reader?? like anytime reader has a problem she runs straight to mommy, knowing she can handle it all for her. This doesn’t stop once she grows up btw, grown ass woman still calling her mom to fix everything when life gets to be too hard to handle all alone

ashley would fucking adore that shit. you're the one person that ashley's never had to worry about, she knows you'll never leave her.

ashley's never necessarily been anyone's first choice in her eyes, she's always come second or third or fourth, or sometimes she's never even been in the running for having someone's love. but you, you look at your mama like she hung the stars in the sky and it makes her feel good. it makes her feel loved and valued and as long as you lean on her, she'll never turn you away.

she loves when you're a baby, all she had to do was walk into the room and you'd start squealing and reaching out for her. if you had your way, she'd never put you down.

you beg and sob not to go to school because you wanna stay with your mommy and then when you come home, you run straight into her arms so you can catch up on cuddling. you tell her every little bit of your day, listening with rapt attention to any comments she has.

when you get your first period, you cry and crawl into your parents bed to get some comfort from your mom, telling her everything once she wakes up.

the teenage years are rough on you, your growing feelings for your peers conflicting with most of the things your mom insists are true about the other kids your age, about what the other girls are like and how boys think and all that.

andrew thinks it a little silly when you become a full fledged adult, but neither you or ashley even consider you leaving the nest. he thinks it's even more silly that any conflict in your life and you'd rather listen to your mother's warped version of advice than making your own decisions, but to each their own.

you're gonna be old and gray and ashley's gonna be on her deathbed while you're insisting that you can't live without her, that she's always been your best friend and the best mother you ever could have wished for.

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stepdad! andrew x reader i lobe them i need more 🤤 #anon 🦋

offhanded but i love that on my phone the butterfly is blue, but on my computer it's pink. this is another abandoned bit that was actually inspired by another tumblr post, but i can't find where it is. this one is also very, very short

the ugly decorative pillows that your mother insisted go with her new couch aren't worth the money she spent on them. they're flat as a board and feels a stiff as one too. the pattern is ugly, the fabric is scratchy, and it does fucking nothing to muffle your moans.

andrew swiftly reminds you as he shoves your face further into the pillow, harshly muttering, "fucking hush. your mom's gonna wake up."

you wanna shoot back something smart mouthed about how he's the one who decided to get frisky while your mother was still in the house, but your step-father curls his fingers, grinding his fingertips against the tight, gummy walls of your wet cunt. your smart words are lost as another moan bubbles out of your throat and into the flimsy pillow.

you hated that he could degrade you to this. you had been dating since the second your mother allowed it, you had a number of fingers and cocks stretching out your hole, but andrew knew how to pet his fingers against your walls just right and you were always cumming on his fingers long before he could stuff you full of his cock.

your pussy squelches as andrew tests his luck by pushing a third fingers to your clenching entrance. you're wet enough that it slides in easily despite the dull ache.

just the simple act of another finger filling your cunt, slotting perfectly alongside the others to press that sweet spot, milking the bundle of sensitive nerves that sing under your skin.

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Imagine one where Andy, Leyley and the reader are all sat on the sofa, just talking when the reader suddenly let's it slip out about how she lost her V card.

I can imagine their faces are shocked, cuz what? Their baby sibling.. lost her virginity..? And it wasn't them.. Then they get all upset/pouty or distant so reader has to make it up to them.. Iykyk..😛

andrew and ashley, albeit for very different reasons:

they're both stuck between why wouldn't you tell us sooner and why would you ever tell us that and you're stuck in the middle. whatever conversation you were having that led to such a shocking confession just kinda goes quiet, and things feel awkward. you maybe think that you shared too much and made them uncomfortable before ashley explodes about why you would do that? who was it? you could have been with them instead of wasting you time with some jerk that doesn't mean shit to you.

you assume it's just bad wording on ashley's part rather than her actually suggesting that you should have lost your virginity at the hands of your siblings. they're both quiet for the rest of the day, your mother almost looks relieved at the silence between you all, but you feel so embarrassed and nervous.

you'd prefer that they would yell rather than letting this distance grow between you. it makes you feel alone and you hate that, you hate it even more when the following few days are very similar. andrew and ashley act just fine with each other, but once you walk into the room they just stand around awkwardly.

you can't take their sulking for every long, you can't stand feeling lonely and you decide to follow what ashley said. be with them rather than anyone else. they'd love and appreciate it more than anyone.

you all spend most of your time in your bedroom rather than the main part of the apartment, so it's easy to ambush them. you quickly stick ashley's desk chair under the doorknob to block them in and lock anyone else out.

it's still tense as they stare at you, but you're just praying that this will make them loosen up. or it'll make things a thousand times more worse and it'll embarrass you to death, but it's worth a shot.

you keep your eyes to the floor as you stare to lift your shirt, staying slow just in case they decide to shut you down, but they're still completely silent as you pull your shirt off, leaving you in your bra.

you feel foolish, but you continue to strip despite their suffocating silence until you're down to nothing but bare skin. if they want you, they can have all of you. you just don't want to be alone anymore.

they can punish you all they want, but they can't keep up their pouting when you've put yourself on a silver platter for them. ashley insists you come to them so they can see you.

their hands are tentative and slow as they explore, running their fingers over the soft skin bared to them. andrew drags you down onto the bed while ashley whispers that you'll never need anyone now that you have them.

they'll best the bastard that stole from them in every way until he's nothing more than a bad memory, a tranger whose face you can't remember completely eclipsed by your siblings vigor in making you scream for more.

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wholesome thought! big sib comforting wren after a bad day or after andrew or ashley scolds him, or when he’s sick😞 or just in general I wonder how you think wren would be with an older sibling taking care of him? I feel so maternal towards him like aawww why do you exist even awww

I could imagine Andrew and Ashley being terrible parents in their own way and almost being precisely like Renee and Douglas were (although I don’t think Andrew would quite grow as submissive or completely detached as Douglas so i imagine it’s much scarier in the house, having a mother that blows up easily and a father that doesn’t shy away from conflict), I’ve been thinking of the possibly of karma coming back in full circle and now Ashley and Andrew are sitting where Renee and Douglas once were. I almost hope that’s how the alternate universe(?) goes or maybe even that somehow wren actually ends up in the more in canon universes like burial and that’s one of the endings😹 #gravesputingravesbytheirowngravesbaby

#gravesputingravesbytheirowngravesbaby is nuts. but i honestly think that this dream/vision/alternate timeline with wren is going to end exactly like that. i genuinely think that it's going to morph into a nightmare that ultimately ends with andrew and ashley repeating the cycle and meeting their parents fate at the hands of wren who just can't take it anymore. because yeah, i know we play with the graves child!reader and it's chill, but the reality is that house would be a fucking horrible place to be.

anyways

contrasting to andrew and ashley, i think wren with any type of sibling, older or younger, wouldn't be very close at all. you guys honestly hate each other, but that makes the rare moments where you two do lean on each other all the more important to him.

wren's a negative person by nature, so having bad days or getting into tiffs with your parents aren't uncommon, but you're the eldest and you should be looking out for him. so when his door slams shut, you give in a five minutes to throw his stuff around before collapsing into bed to pout and hide his face away in pillows.

he doesn't look up when you come into the room, but you know that he heard you. he likes to keep his room dark and messy, so you have to navigate around the the dark for a bit, walking over his clothes strewn about the floor before you sit beside him on the bed. he still doesn't look up, but he does ask what you want with all the attitude in the world.

pulling on a longer bit of his hair, you murmur softly that you wanted to check up on him and see what's up. what happened at school? what were you and mom arguing about? he just raises his head to scowl and tells you to find your own business, but you're just as stubborn as he is.

you'll be in his room all night if you have to. he continues to scowl and glare and scoff as he pointedly turns away from you. then it's a waiting game until he sighs softly, finally giving in.

you two whisper in the dark as he tells you what made him so upset, you offer to do something to help, he tells you to forget it. at some point, your hand finds its way into his hair, combing through the strands.

you don't really get along or have anything in common besides blood or even like to talk very much, but you stay until he falls asleep and quietly wish him a better day tomorrow.

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Something I'm thinking about is how Ashley or Andrew would react to seeing their daughter wearing a shirt that Andrew used to cling to when he was younger. Like, imagine she went looking for one of Ashley's sweaters to wear (Ashley is definitely the kind of mom who shares her wardrobe with her daughter, where Ashley's things are hers and vice-versa), and she found this sweater and thought it was pretty, deciding to wear it. Imagine Ashley's face seeing her wearing it, or Andrew's too! Would Andrew give her the sweater? And my God, imagine her clinging to it while wearing it, just like Andrew used to!

One thing I've always wanted to ask is, what would Ashley and Andrew's teachings about incest be like for her? Imagine someone seeing the two of them with her and thinking the three of them are siblings, but then discovering she's their daughter? Another thing I think about is what if their daughter finds out at some point that the two of them are siblings and that she's the product of incest? Imagine her confronting them? What would they say? Would they tell the truth or lie?

sharing clothes is actually so cute for them.

andrew would definitely let you keep the sweater if you ask nicely, in his opinion it looks a hundred times better hanging off of you than it did on him. ashley just thinks you look cute, you're practically drowning in that sweater, the sleeves fall far past your hands and the loose collars keeps falling off of your shoulders.

you can understand why your dad loved it so much, it may be too big, but it's so comfy on you and it just makes you feel warm and sleepy. it quickly becomes a favorite and you refuse to part from it, andrew and ashley always find you wearing it around the house, looking cozy and sleepy as you wander around the house and doze on the couch.

it also kinda reminds them of how quickly you're growing, you look like their little girl again when you're walking around in andrew's old sweater.

as for the second part of your ask, i know i've talked about this a little bit before, but i've never considered someone else pointing out how much they all look alike.

anyone that mistakes you for their sibling gets a death glare as they sharply correct them and say that you're their kid. as for how reader would react, i really do imagine that most people would react similar to how reader reacted in my wax punishment fic i posted a few days ago. there's no good way to react to that info and i imagine the graves family temper quickly rises to the surface and starts a screaming match between you all.

they'd probably lie at first until you present them with evidence that they can't argue against and in an instant they turn it on you and demand to know why you're snooping in things that are none of your business.

similar to this, i imagine that they would generally teach their kid that incest is wrong so that way you don't accidentally say something to the wrong person who will call the cops.