Hi! Can we get mire age gap Hozier? Bit of guilty pleasure and maybe a bit of a corruption kink? Or something like that? Pretty please with a cherry on top? 💜
A/n: Maybe age gap is actually my favorite thing to write. I love you sadistic andrew but ill always have a soft spot for age gaps.
Also, guys, im getting through my asks very slowly. If you sent one in and it hasnt been answered just know that i HAVE seen it, and its coming!!! And also please send me more!!! Send me fifty in a row if you want!!! The more ideas i have the more i get to write
Andrew had always tried his absolute best to keep you a secret. It’s not that he felt guilty, exactly, he just knew that people would talk. Or maybe he did feel a little guilty, but it didn’t change how he felt about you. No amount of guilt or shame could keep him away from what he wanted.
Part of him did feel bad. He knew you wanted to be with him, he knew you loved him and chose him, but he also knew that he had pursued you. He had approached you knowing the gap between you both, and he still asked you out. He still coaxed you home after dinner. He still told you to just let him take care of you as he stripped your clothes off.
His face was warm at the thought. He often thought back on that night. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but he’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Besides, you didn’t seem to mind.
His arms wrapped around you late in the afternoon, hands skimming up the front of your body. He was glad at least that with you still being young you didn’t mind sleeping in until three with him. He kissed your shoulder, his beard scratching against your skin. The familiar roughness stirred you awake, leaning back into him. His bare chest was pressed against your back, holding you close to him. He loved how much smaller you were, how easy it was for him to hold you like this, how easy it was to hold you down and take what he wanted from you…
You turned over in his arms to press your face against his chest, breathing him in. He smelled so nice, the lingering scent of his cologne combined with the familiar smell of the sheets.
“Good morning,” he murmured, kissing the too of your head. “How’s my little lamb?”
You always got so embarrassed when he called you that. It was a little patronizing, but you didn’t mind it too much. If he wanted to see you as some innocent sheep you’d let him. You kissed his sternum, nuzzling into him, too tired to muster up a response.
“Yeah?” He shifted slowly, laying you down on your back so he could slip his knee in between your thighs. His hands held your waist, and he looked down at you with this focused expression, like he was taking you in in your entirety. He leaned down to press himself against your neck, mouthing kisses into your throat as he worked your shorts off.
You let him. Of course you did. You had never been pliant like this with anyone else, but you just couldn’t help the urge to obey him, to do whatever he wanted, to let him take everything. He bit down on your shoulder, groaning into you as he finally got your bottoms off, his fingers immediately dragging against your arousal.
“Always so wet for me,” he practically growled into your throat. “You want it so bad? You’re so filthy, aren’t you. God. My perfect little girl.”
Andrew slid two fingers into you, pulling back to look at you as you tried to hide your face in the pillows in embarrassment. He let you. He loved seeing you get so flustered when he touched you like this.
He sped up not soon after he’d began. He usually worked up slowly, wanting to draw it out, but he was eager this morning. He needed you immediately. He felt how wet you felt around him, how warm, how you accommodated his fingers so easily as he added a third. He kissed you cheek, smiling against you.
“You’re such a good girl. You’re just so eager to take me, hm? You want it that bad?”
His fingers slid out of you, and you could feel the warm release of fluids dripping onto the sheets. The mattress dipped slightly as Andrew shuffled himself out of his sweatpants and boxers. You hadn’t expected it as he pushed into you, so quickly and without time for you to adjust. He was big, bigger than average you were sure. He was usually so gentle.
“Shhh,” he soothed as he heard you whine. “You can take it, can’t you? Because you’re my good girl. My perfect little girl. You can take whatever I give you. Fuck.”
Your nails dug into his back as his thrusts grew rougher, pushing you down into the mattress with every movement. It hurt so good to feel so full of him. He was moaning and huffing into your ear, and your eyes fell shut as you took in all the noises he made. You loved knowing that you did this to him. That he wanted you this badly.
“Come on love,” he said softly. “Open that pretty mouth. Let me hear you, yeah?”
The ease in which he could command you into doing whatever he wanted was almost terrifying. You’d do whatever he wanted you to. You always had. Every filthy fantasy, every intimidating suggestion—it was all easy when he asked you to do it. In your mind, there was no other option but to do what would make him happy.
You whined and moaned into his shoulder, scratching down his back, not caring anymore if you would break skin. You knew he liked the pain anyway. His arms wrapped around you completely, holding you against him as he fucked into you.
“Fuck- you’re such a good girl,” he panted, “such a good fucking girl. Love breaking you like this.”
He pressed fevered kisses into the side of your face as his thrusts began to grow shaky, and only a moment later, he was burying himself inside you. You came around him at the feeling of him filling you, of knowing that you were his in every way.
As you both came down, he settled on top of you, letting out a deep breath.
“Are you ready to get up for the day, then?” He questioned. You could feel him smiling as he kissed your cheek once more. “So good for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
I love this request oh my god… ive been looking for an excuse to write this thank you
You had been seeing the same dentist basically since you were a kid, so when you walked into the clinic to check in for a routine cleaning and were told that he had retired without notice, you felt yourself grow anxious. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Right? You could trust another licensed professional to clean your teeth for God’s sake.
After only a few minutes of waiting, you were called back by one of the techs. They asked a few routine questions about any pain, any new changes that needed to be looked at, and after concluding that nothing of concern had come up you were left to wait. You always hated the waiting part. Sitting in the uncomfortable chair, staring at the wall, semi paranoid that they’d find a new cavity you hadn’t anticipated. You had always taken fairly good care of your teeth, so you had no real reason so worry, but the fear of embarrassment was enough to have you fidgeting.
Someone knocked on the doorframe, and you sat up, still tapping against the plastic cover on the chair. He seemed…. Friendly.
He sat down on the chair beside the monitor, clicking through a few things. “I see that you were a patient of Dr. Smith’s? We were all sad to see him go, you know, great man.” He typed a note, his leg bouncing against the chair. “I’m Dr. Byrne. I’ll be taking care of you today.”
You just nodded. His voice was calming, which you supposed was probably useful when dealing with screaming children who were certain they had been taken here to be strapped down and sacrificed.
“Just a check up today then?” He squinted at the screen for a moment before turning his chair to face you.
“Uh… yeah.”
He smiled, nodding. “Alright then. I’ll have you lie back then.”
You tried not to feel too awkward as he adjusted the chair to let you lie down. It always felt a little awkward, though. You had concluded a long time ago that there was really no way to avoid it while you had someone poling around in your mouth. The light above you was bright, but he adjusted it slightly so it wouldn’t be shining directly in your eyes. You stared up at the ceiling as he adjusted things, rolling his chair up beside you.
“Comfortable?” He asked gently. You nodded. “Alright, I’ll have you open wide for me then.”
You were used to the passive, one-sided conversation that seemed to be impossible to avoid during these appointments. It was nice, though. Better than the silence.
“You really keep up with your appointments, don’t you?”
You weren’t sure why the simple statement made your stomach twist. You couldn’t really respond, but he kept talking anyway. You felt the cool, iron taste of the mirror against your tongue.
“It really shows, too. Usually I have to interrogate people to get the truth of how often they really floss—they always say twice a day but we all know that isn’t true. You seem to be the exception though.” He was focused as he spoke, his voice a little quieter and less present. “Beautiful, truly.”
You felt your face get hot. You tried your best not to move.
“Open a little wider for me, love.”
You shut your eyes. He was just being friendly. He was chatty, most dentists were. You didn’t want to think about the heat building between your thighs.
Luckily, the noise of his tools made it impossible for him to fluster you any more for a while. You lost yourself in the familiar feeling of the water, the harsh mint. If you kept your eyes closed, it was all just routine.
One of his hands cupped the side of your jaw, his thumb pressing against your molars to coax your mouth open a little wider. You hadn’t noticed it closing slightly as you relaxed. You knew your face must be red, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t move, you kept your eyes shut.
The noise stopped. He was done, quick and easy as usual, but you could sense the tension, his hesitance to move away.
His hand eventually pulled away from you, and you let out a tense breath, finally opening your eyes. You kept your gaze trained on the ceiling.
“You really are a model patient. I’m impressed, truly. It’s not often everything goes so smoothly.” He adjusted his gloves. You heard the squeaking of latex rubbing together. “Well, no issues. We should be done then.”
He rolled his chair across the floor, and you heard the door click shut. Your brow furrowed. He didn’t acknowledge the action as he went back to the computer, typing in a few notes.
“I was wondering,” he murmured, his eyes on the screen for a moment before he looked back at you. You finally met his eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind, could i just look a little more?”
The question shocked you, and you didn’t understand the excitement flooding your chest.
“Uhm… okay.”
You could see his hands shaking as he moved back to sit next to you. You looked up at him instead of the ceiling this time, taking in his face. He was nice to look at, his eyes reflecting the clinical light in just the right way.
One hand came up to the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your lips, and you opened your mouth for him. His thumb traced over your teeth, his brow furrowed. He really was studying you so closely, with so much care and attention. It made you shift in your seat.
“Hm?” He pressed down on your thumb, pulling your mouth open wider. The feeling of being so open for him, letting him do whatever he liked… it wasn’t like anything you’d ever felt before. He held your mouth open with one hand, his other tracing over the line of your teeth. They weren’t straight, by any means, but you had never felt the need to straighten them. His eyes didn’t hold any scrutiny, only fascination.
“Beautiful,” he said again. Your thighs pressed together. He pulled back slightly, his mouth twitching.
“What? Are you enjoying this?”
You looked away, unable to respond with his fingers holding you open. Two fingers made their way against your tongue and down your throat. You tried not to gag, you tried not to made it obvious the way you were desperately searching for friction.
And then he pulled away, all at once. He typed a few more notes before fixing your chair and standing. The quickness in which the energy changed was jarring. It left you feeling fuzzy and disoriented.
“You’re all set, then.” He smiled, opening the office door for you. “Have a lovely day. I look forward to your next visit.”
The promise in his tone had you looking forward to it just as much.
Being soooo tired and sleepy, and dozing off while telling sweet Andy to just take you and have fun while you rest :)))
I might write a longer version of this at some point <3
It wasn’t very late. You had just slid into bed with Andrew, cozying up next to him, the sun just barely setting through the curtains. Andrew was curled up behind you, his ling legs tucked under yours. You could feel how hard he was, you had known he was pent up before you got in bed, you just hadn’t mentioned it.
He kissed the back of your neck, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. His fingertips brushed against your stomach, and you squirmed.
“I’m tired,” you mumble, eyes shut. He huffed, but he didn’t press, relaxing back and retreating his teasing touches. You pressed yourself back against his hips, and he tensed.
“Love, I-“
“You don’t have to stop.” You lay your head back against his chest. “Just be gentle. Don’t wake me.”
You could feel his hands gently tugging your shorts off as you fell asleep, and the next morning you’d wake with new marks sucked into your neck and shoulder. How could you ever say no to him?
A/N: i’m back… again! For good this time i hope. Requests are open but i do have a few more to get through, so be patient please!
One large hand was clasped over your mouth, your moans muffled against his palm that still smelled like the pine scented hand soap in the bathroom. The other held your hip, keeping you steady as he thrust into you. It had been almost an hour at this point. An hour of him using you, forcing you to watch as he fucked your knees into the mattress.
His hand left your mouth, moving to your back to press you further into the sheets. His blunt nails dug into your skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake. His hand drifted again as his front pressed against you, both arms wrapping around you. His thrusts slowed, but didn’t stop.
“You’re so good,” he whispered into your ear, his voice hoarse from the endless praise he’d been giving you. “So good for me.” He kissed your jaw, the back of your neck, your spine. Both hands grabbed your hands as he straightened up and began to pound into you again, slick sounds echoing throughout the room.
You had gotten used to the stretch by now, but the fullness never ceased to made you choke on your own pleasure. A sob forced its way past your lips, your face already stained with tears—tears that always seemed to come with the comfort of being so close to him, so entwined. It was so warm. You were both slick with sweat, but you didn’t want it to stop.
One hand wrapped itself into your hair, forcing your face up towards the full length mirror that was leaning against the wall across the room. You could barely make yourself out through the tears clouding your vision, but you could see the faint silhouette of Andrew above you. He was so much taller than you were. You watched with bleary eyes as he thrust into you, again, and again, and again.
He let your head fall back against the sheets and leaned down again, his thrusts becoming more frantic. His teeth met your shoulder, biting into you hard enough to bruise as he buried himself inside you, as deep as he could go. Your body relaxed as you felt him come undone, his arms wrapped around you, holding you as close as possible.
“Mine,” he murmured into your skin as he finally came down from his high. “You’re mine.”
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It was starting to get colder outside. Every night, your room grew freezing, the blankets he’d provided you with no longer enough to keep you from shivering. He didn’t notice at first. He usually visited during the day, while it was still warm enough to tolerate. You’d lost quite a bit of weight, your body burning fat to keep yourself from freezing. That’s what he noticed first.
The door was pushed open, letting in a little bit of light. You were too exhausted to move. Andrew lit the candles, which always meant he planned on staying for a while. He reached up over your mattress ok the floor to push the curtains away from the small window near the ceiling, letting in the light of the foggy twilight outside. He looked down at your shivering form, his brow furrowed. Crouching down in front of you, he unlocked the thick metal bands that kept you chained to the wall, pulling you against him.
“You’re freezing. Christ. And look you thin you are.” There wasn’t any concern in his voice—not even worry, really. Just… confusion. “I thought i’d been feeding you enough. Keeping you warm. I’m sorry, love.”
He set you down on the mattress, leaving the room for a moment. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought about getting up and running. You couldn’t move though. You were too cold and exhausted. He returned a few minutes later with more blankets and an extra pillow, as well as what looked like a set of sheets. He set them down on the foot of the mattress.
“I went out shopping. I know it’s been getting a little colder lately, so i figured you’d want more blankets. I meant to set it up the other day but it slipped my mind.” He spoke under his breath, almost to himself, as he moved you to lean against the concrete wall. Your thighs pressed against the cold floor, the freezing temperature of the outside world seeping into your skin. You watched him as he fitted the sheets over the mattress, layering thick blankets on top of each other. When he was finished, you had a bed that looked infinitely comfier than what you’d had before. You were thankful, but you knew that it meant, at least partially, that he didn’t plan on letting you go any time soon.
He tucked you in, only chaining one of your wrists to the wall. The chain on your left arm was quite a bit longer, meaning you could comfortably lay down as he left the room again. You had been close to falling asleep when he returned.
His warm hand pressed against your back, tugging the blankets off you slightly. “I brought you some food,” he said softly, handing you a hot thermos. “I made it a few days ago, but it should still be good. I’ll have something better soon, I swear to you.” He set a small box on the floor beside the mattress, sitting beside you and pulling you close. “And theres some snacks in there if you get hungry while im gone. And water. I’m sorry you didn’t have any of that before, I- I had been visiting more, but i’ve been busy lately.”
You knew what he’d been busy with. You had heard him on the nights he’d come back but neglect to visit your room. You had heard the screaming, the violent words leaving his mouth. And whenever he did come to see you after—though it happened rarely—his clothes would be stained in blood, and all compassion in his eyes would be missing. Those were the nights he truly scared you.
Now, though, with the way he was holding you and doting on you, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence.
id love some headcannons (mostly smut but whatever youd like to do)!!!! ;)))))
Yayy i love headcanon requests :3
Thank you for the ask! I would definitely like more headcanon asks this post turned out kind of vague but its easier for me to write if i get a specific theme
He uses sex as a kind of like outlet a lot of the time, sometimes when he’s just upset or when he’s have trouble with himself mentally. It helps him decompress and process and stuff
Aftercare is his favorite though. He likes taking care of people, it makes him feel important and like he has a purpose or something
He’s always very gentle. With others more than himself. It’s easy for him to push himself too far, but with someone else he’s very careful with boundaries
It would take him a while to open up about his own interests. He would be willing to try anything, but it’s hard for him to suggest what he wants to do until he really trusts someone, especially with his more abnormal fantasies
He definitely has a more violent side, though he rarely likes to show it. It makes him feel gross, or like there’s something wrong with him. But when he does feel comfortable with it, he really shows it
He has a lot of more abstract sexual interests. He can be vanilla when he wants to be, but sex is just so personal to him that it’s hard for him to do it just because
His favorites are probably anything that has to do with a control dynamic, no matter what side he’s on. He likes dipping into darker themes without the guilt of feeling like he’s actually hurting someone
He’s a soft dom for sure. He can be mean, but you can always tell that he doesn’t mean it. He can sound the part, but he can never force his face to look hard the way he wants it to
He would never intentionally try to push you past your boundaries, but he does like to test the limit. Just going little bits further and seeing how you react
Part of him likes feeling like he’s in control of something helpless. Tying you up and being in complete control, getting to do whatever he wants to you
He likes the dynamic the other way too, though. Getting to give up control of a situation and not have to make any decisions is cathartic in a way
He would be hesitant to go into doing anything n that involved actual pain (impact play, blood play, basically anything that could actually cause damage) but once you get him over that initial fear he’s all for it
A/n: Thank you for the ask! I love any opportunity i get to write something weird and gross ;3
I def want to write more medplay if anyone has any specific scenarios in mind pleaseee let me know. Also dentist sequels are coming i promise
It was an adverse interest. Something he only did in private, that he kept to himself, that he would never let anyone find out about.
Anyone but you, of course. His perfect little patient.
It had been a long and stressful day. Andrew had been itching to go home as soon as the meetings had started. It seemed like his whole life had been work lately, and there was only once thing he knew for sure would calm him down.
You were lying down on the bed, the pristine white sheets crumpled beneath you. Your arms and legs were strapped down. You could hardly move at all, but you didn’t mind.
The blade in his hand was sharp. Dangerously so. It was one of his favorites, though. Something he would only use on you. He kept it put up with the rest of his supplies, hidden away in the closet in a spot only he could find.
You tried to stay still as his hand brushed against your arm. As his fingers traced down your wrist, examining your skin.
“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He asked softly. He was still in his work clothes, the dark fabric of his jacket stark against his pale skin. You nodded, looking away from the spot where his skin met yours.
The knife dug into your arm. He dragged it through your flesh slow, and watched as the blood began to pour steadily onto the bed, staining the white sheets. He quickly grabbed a cloth to dab up the blood, trying to keep it manageable while he cleaned the wound. He laid a thick layer of gauze over the cut before wrapping it in tape. Only then did he move on.
He wasn’t sure why he enjoyed this so much. Why he enjoyed cutting into you just to patch you up and tend to your wounds. Maybe it was the fact that he had control over the scars that covered your body. Maybe he just liked feeling like he could fix something, like he could heal you, even if he hurt you.
He stopped when you began to grow restless. When the restraints became more anxiety inducing than comforting. He was gentle as he unbound you, holding you close to him and keeping a steady hand on your back. Your blood stained the cuffs of his jacket, barely noticeable against the dark fabric. Still there, though. It would be a pain to get the stains out.
“You did so well,” he whispered. “I learn so much from you, you know? Every time i get better at knowing where to cut. How to help you heal.”
He kissed the too of your head. You felt dizzy. It was normal, though. Your body wasn’t used to being subjected to so much pain at once.
He held you there on your bed, letting you relax into him as the sting of your injuries dulled to a soft ache under your bandages.
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Your legs shifted slightly in your sleep, sweat making the blankets stick to your skin. There was shifting behind you. Andrew’s arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his nose buried against your neck. He shifted again, and you stirred, groaning.
“Andrew?” You murmured. He did’t respond. His hips bucked against you, and you noticed that he was almost… panting?
You reached back behind yourself, your fingertips brushing against his boxers. Your hand drifted lower, and you could feel his bulge against the fabric, as well as something wet and sticky dampening your fingers. At the touch of your hand, he whined, hips twitching again.
Your eyes were still heavy with sleep, and you didn’t have the energy to wake him. You turned back around, shuffling a bit and pressing your face into your pillow. Andrew was still humping you like a horny dog, but you were eventually able to drift back off, even with his whimpers filling your ears.
