#andy biersack imagine

[itsmealaiah]

js watched american satan and holy fuckk

me seeing THAT scene 😩

[black--cherryy]

Pov: You're sucking him off

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Okay so i hope im doing this right!

I saw your post about you wanting to write something about Andy Biersack, so i was thinking about make-up artist x singer. Like we/the reader(?) are his new make-up artist and since andy used to wear a lot of bodypaint i think that would make some interesting scenarios.

So if possible i would love to request something like that! If its to vague i will think of a more detailed scenario!

~C

An: Omg YASS!!! I hope you don't mind I just did head cannons. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! I will probably make more out of this idea because I love it so much so if you want more just send in more requests!! 😊💚

Warnings: none idk maybe like one swear word lol

• Andy would probably make a sexual joke when your doing the body paint on his stomach

• you would have to redo the paint on his face like a billion times before a show because he'll go to move some of the hair out of his face then accidently touch his face

- he would also fuck up the paint on his arms and hands by running into other BVB members or like a wall lol

• if y'all are dating you will have to redo his lip stick because he will leave kiss marks on like your cheeks and forehead

• He would be doing a interview and if they brought up his makeup he would pull you in the veil of the camera and rant about how amazing of a makeup artist you are like:

• "This is the wonderful person that dose all of this..." He gestures to his face ect. "They are so amazing making me beautiful for the BVB army! This is the real talent!" (I would literally blush so much )

• I imagine that you both would be really close (because it's not like you like all up in his face or anything lol)

A bonus Andy because I also love this era of Andy 💚

[fangirl94stuff]

Andy Biersack (Black Veil Brides)

Requested on Wattpad

You're awakened by the baby monitor on the bedside table, your little girl hadn't been sleeping well since Andy had gone on tour with the band. But the two of you had fallen into a routine so this morning would be like any other.

Getting out of bed, you put on your dressing gown and head out of the bedroom. Andy was due back today so he could take over baby duty for a while. Your daughter's bedroom was two doors down situated at the top of the stairs. You are taken aback to see a bag and suitcase at the top of the stairs and the bedroom door was open.

Leaning against the open doorway the sight in front of you shocks and melts your heart. Andy had come home early and was bouncing his daughter on his hip, causing her to giggle and in the low light Andy's face lit up at the cute sound. When you had become parents Andy was paranoid about touring and his daughter forgetting him, but she'd never forget her father because she was a daddy's girl.

'How's my little princess?' Andy coos, poking your daughter's belly.

'Ah' she replies, the sound cute enough to warm anyone's heart.

'Have you been good to mummy?' he asks, aware she couldn't answer with words but with sounds. He loved to have full conversations with her.

She nods and cuddles against his chest. Andy leans down and kisses the top of her head, 'good girl, god I've missed you.'

'I'll leave the two of you alone,' you whisper, just loud enough for Andy to look over at you.

'Thank you y/n, I love you,' he answers back, wearing a warm smile.

You turn around and leave heading back to bed.

MORNING

Waking up, the space next to you in bed was slept in but Andy must have already been awake because it was empty. You get up and leave the bedroom, taking note that your daughter wasn't in her room either, but you could hear Andy's voice downstairs.

In the kitchen, Andy is cooking something, while chatting to your daughter who was in her high chair gurgling and laughing.

'Here's some more fruit for my princess,' he says proudly, putting a bowl of grapes in front of her.

You chuckle, 'she has you wrapped around her little finger Andy.'

Andy winks in your direction, 'just like her mother then.'

You shake your head, unable to keep the smile off your face, and of course, your daughter has to reply with a firm nod of her head. Andy picks her up and starts to spin around gleefully, 'I'm going to spoil you rotten now I'm back.'

You shuffle around Andy and continue making breakfast where he'd left off while he plays with your daughter. He was a massive softie, and you didn't want to interrupt his bonding time. In the background, you hear the two of them laughing and the smile still hasn't left your face. Never in a million years did you think you'd start a family with Andy and hear him coo and talk in baby talk, while on stage he had an aura and a presence that enthralled and intimidated a little. But this was your family dynamic and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[la-undercover-latina]

Nightmare (Biersack Family)

Summary: Young Tommy Biersack wakes up from a nightmare on Amber’s last night of her current tour.

Emma & Ella Sixx-Gaskarth created by the oh so lovely @youlightmeupfinn

It started off as soft whimpers in the pitch blackness. Soft whimpers leaving trembling lips before the sound of feet padding on carpet added to it.

Tommy gripped his stuffed bear that his grandma Amy gave him on her last visit to LA as he made his way to his parents’ room.

Andy was laid on the bed, sweatpants hanging off his hips as he was flipping through Netflix to find something to watch. It was then that the door creaked open, and Andy’s eyes moved to meet his son’s hazel ones, the same ones as his wife.

“Tommy, buddy, what are you doing up?” Andy asked softly, sitting up and opening his arms for his son to run into.

“Where’s mommy?” The three year old asked, tightening his grip on his bear and blankie in the doorframe.

“Buddy, we’re picking up mommy from the airport tomorrow,” Andy reminded him before standing up and picking his toddler up into his arms.

This was the first tour that White Rabbit had gone on since Amber gave birth to Rose, and the first tour that Tommy was aware enough to realize that his mommy wasn’t home. Addison had done the same thing when this happened with her, and Andy assumed that it would happen with Rose.

“Did you have a bad dream buddy?” Andy asked softly, gently moving strands of sweaty brown curls from his face. Tommy nodded and Andy tightened his hug, knowing the little boy needed comfort more than anything.

“Do you want to tell Daddy about your bad dream?” Tommy shook his head, soft sniffles coming from him.

“Okay buddy. It might help, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. Do you want to sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed tonight?” He asked, transitioning from moving curls from his face to rubbing circles into his back. Tommy nodded and snuggled his face into his father’s chest while Andy walked back over to the bed and placed the toddler on his wife’s side of the bed.

“I promise buddy, mommy and auntie Ella are fine. They are getting on a plane tomorrow and we’re gonna go pick them up from the airport and then we’ll come back home and you guys can all get as much snuggles from Mommy as you want,”

“I miss mommy,” Tommy said, his bottom lip quivering.

“I know buddy. But she’s coming home tomorrow. Do you want Daddy to try and see if she’s still awake?” Andy asked, hating to see his little boy in pain from whatever nightmare startled him out of sleep, but he could guess. Tommy nodded and moved to cuddle up into Andy’s side while Andy grabbed his phone and sent a text to his wife.

‘Goddess, you awake? Our little man woke up from a nightmare and wants to FaceTime if you’re awake,’ Before he even had a chance to tell Tommy about the text, he was getting a FaceTime request from Amber. It didn’t look like she was asleep, regardless of the fact that she was supposed to be on a plane in a matter of a few hours.

“Hey baby,” Tommy’s head snapped up at the sound of his mom’s voice. He was definitely a mama’s boy.

“Mommy,” his bottom lip quivered and Andy passed the phone to the toddler.

“Daddy said you had a bad dream. Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked softly, hating that she couldn’t comfort her baby, but she knew Andy had it covered back home.

“Y-y-you d-d-didn’t c-c-come home,” Fat tears welled up in Tommy’s eyes before cascading his chubby cheeks. Andy tightened his grip on his son and kissed the top of his curls. It was just like he thought.

“Oh baby. That would never happen baby. Mommy and your aunties are coming home tomorrow,” Amber promised.

“Do you p-promise?” Tommy hiccuped, and Amber nodded.

“I promise baby boy. How about I call you right when we get on the plane and I’ll send you messages while I’m on the plane. Would you feel better if mommy did that?” Amber suggested with a comforting smile and Tommy nodded.

“Do you need a tissue from daddy?” Amber asked and Tommy nodded.

“Please daddy,” he asked and Andy nodded.

“Of course baby boy,” he smiled and handed Tommy a tissue from the box on the nightstand.

After a few hours of watching White Rabbit and Black Veil Brides videos, Tommy finally fell asleep on Andy’s bare chest. While sunlight peeked through the curtains, Andy could see their oldest at the door.

“Is Tommy okay?” Addison asked softly. Andy nodded his head and pulled the covers higher up and kissed his forehead before grabbing the baby monitor and getting up and walking with Addison downstairs to go make breakfast and get everything ready for when Rose woke up or they needed to go to the airport.

‘Morning baby. I love you. How did our little man sleep? I love you guys and I’ll FaceTime when we get to the airport,’

‘I love you too goddess. It took a while. I had to play our videos for him to relax. He and Rosie are still asleep, but Addy is awake,’

‘I’m glad he got some sleep last night. I’ll give him more snuggles. Hopefully he’ll sleep better tonight,’

“Daddy?”

“Sorry honey. What did you say?” Andy asked, placing his phone on the counter and giving his undivided attention to the seven year old in front of him.

“I asked when mommy’s plane lands,”

“In about four hours. She and your aunts are going to the airport now,” Andy told her and she gave him a smile.

“I missed her. Do you think she got us anything?” Addy seemed to be bouncing in place.

“Knowing your mom, she’s got a whole suitcase just for souvenirs,” Andy laughed.

The last big tour White Rabbit had, there was a suitcase that he was sure was right at the limit of being considered an oversized bag exclusively for souvenirs. Also, a bag that he’d never seen before.

A cry pierced the air from the baby monitor.

“Figure out what you want for breakfast and I’ll make it after I grab your sister,” Andy told Addison before turning on the tv to cartoons and taking the steps two at a time to Rosie’s nursery.

“Hi my littlest princess, are you excited? Mommy’s coming home today,” The year old infant just cried, the smell of a dirty diaper accosting the lead singer’s nose.

While Andy got the youngest Biersack child ready, Tommy had woken up and grabbed his teddy bear and blankie tightly and made his way down the carpeted stairs to where he could hear the tv in the living room playing cartoons. Addy’s head snapped back at the sound of feet hitting the bottom step.

“Morning Tommy! Watch cartoons with me?” Addison smiled at her little brother.

“Alright, attention to all Biersacks! Please proceed to the car! Mommy just texted and said that her plane is going to be landing in less than an hour,” Andy told his two older kids while getting Rose ready for the slight chill that settled over Los Angeles on this January afternoon.

“Yeah, mommy just sent me the message,” Tommy smiled. Amber had kept to her word to text Andy’s phone periodically throughout the plane ride to let Tommy know where they were and how much longer until he could get snuggles from her and his aunts.

“How was Tommy?” Ella asked when the drummer explained why she was so tired.

While the rest of the band was getting some shut eye before their early flight, Amber had to make sure her baby was okay. So now she was slamming energy drinks. Katie had found a few that tasted just like candy.

“Andy said that he was able to get him back to bed by showing him White Rabbit and Black Veil videos,”

“That’s because he loves his auntie Lizzy’s voice,” Lizzy piped up from the seat right behind the cousins.

“More like he likes his godmother’s lyrics and bass,” Ella teased, earning Lizzy sticking her tongue out.

“I just forgot how much I miss being there for those tough nights until I’m not. Addy was the same way. Still is sometimes,”

“Yeah we both know it sucks for them. But you and Andy do a good job about making sure one of you is always home with the kids while the other is on tour,” Ella tried to sooth the other mother, who nodded.

“Yeah I think that’s why you and Jude were mostly good when Uncle Nikki went on tour. You always at least had your mom at home with you,” Amber conceded before they all noticed the seatbelt sign on and prepared for landing at LAX.

“Addy, do you have the banner?” Andy asked, and the oldest child nodded with a big smile.

“Can I help?” Tommy asked with his puppy eyes.

“You can help me hold it,” Addison told him and Andy smiled when he saw his wife’s dark curls descend the escalator at LAX.

“Alright guys, here she comes,” Andy told them and Tommy held the banner as high as his little arms would let him, Addison next to him. Ella spotted the banner first since Amber was looking back to talk to her.

A smile split across on Ella’s face before her green eyes searched for her own husband and toddler as they came rushing through the door.

“Amber, look,” Ella told her and the drummer turned around, happy tears pricking her eyes as she ran towards her family.

“Welcome home Mommy” Addy spoke as her arms tightened around Amber’s neck.

“My babies,” Amber smiled widely and nuzzled her face into their cheeks before pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks.

“I like the banner. Did you guys make it yourself?” Amber asked with a bright smile.

“Yeah and Gamma helped!”

“Oh you guys hung out with Gamma? I’m so jealous!” Amber smiled and kissed their cheeks again. The handmade sign read

“Welcome Home Mommy,” and underneath, it said “White Rabbit is #1” with a picture taped on of the newest promo picture for the band’s sixth album.

“Rosie, baby! You got so big!” Amber cooed as she rose to her feet before walking towards Andy who held Rosie in his arms while the kids flocked to Ella and gave their godmother a huge hug. Because yes, while both older Biersack kids missed their mom, they missed their godmother just as much.

“How are my two favorite gremlins? I missed you guys so much on tour,” Ella smiled and kneeled down to pull them into a hug.

“I lost my wife to my niece and nephew,” Alex laughed and Emma joined her cousins in their hug.

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[settlingdownwithandybiersack]

Touch Me (A list of things that make me go AHHHH)

This is most literally just a list of actions etc involving Andy that make me feel things. Let's begin! (If you'd like any of these to become a story/Short I am down!) Also, No doubt I will be adding to this list frequently.

*Language*

Pleasing Andy in such a way that you can hear his breath catch. (Gasps) This also includes breathless "fuck"s

His fingers gliding across your body effortlessly/Mindlessly.

Andy grinning while kissing

Hip kisses.

Lightly strokes your bottom lip with his thumb while his other fingers caress your bottom jaw, So softly it almost tickles.

Collarbone kisses

Pulling you closer while he's sound asleep.

"You feel so fucking good."

Looking back at photos and videos of you two together and easily seeing how in love he is with you.

Hearing him say "I love you" and knowing he means it with every ounce of his being.

[emo-musicvideo-imagines]

Waking up with the Prophet

Pairing: The Prophet Andy Biersack x Reader,

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff,

Summary: Waking up in the arms of your boyfriend, the Prophet, for the first time in forever.

Music Video/Album: Wretched and Divine,

I stirred lightly to the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair. As my eyes fluttered they fell upon a pair of blue ones staring back at me. It was rare that I could wake up and he would be here, it felt like months since the last time it happened.

"Good morning, Beautiful," his deep voice only lowered by the lack of use. It pulled me in as I curled back up into his chest, feeling it vibrate when he chuckled. I looked back up at him, his fingers still playing with the ends of my hair.

"Good morning," I offered with a kiss, which he accepted gladly with a smile. I continued to relish in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me so protectively.

"Proph!" the Destroyer knocked on the door, "we're gonna start playing a game in here while we have time!"

"Give me a bit," he called back, covering my ears slightly to muffle the early morning noises, "I'm gonna lay in here for a bit!"

"You don't have too," I protested quietly.

"I spent way too much time with them," he chuckled, "they get on my nerves sometimes, but you, I could never get sick of you."

He punctuated his last sentence with a kiss, soft and sweet, and passionate. Everything we had been missing in the past months.

[burningbridgesblacknblue]

---->The link to part one! <----

I will not be posting it to tumblr any longer it will be on Inkitt (above) Ao3 or Mibba. Ao3 is behind on my posts 

[itsmealaiah]

Still interested?

tags/ warnings: reader and andy being friends when they were younger, andy leaving reader and leaving her alone when the band gets bigger, them reuniting years later, p in v, head (m receiving), cursing, mentions of loneliness/ depression.

pairing: andy black x fem

also i got inspo from @buckyalpine so go check their stories out their amazing ❤️

MDNI ⚠️

a/n: finding myself more, trying to get better at writing, expanding my horizons ❤️

your POV:

1998

"Andy!" I called out, rushing over to his house, elated to see him after the very-seemingly long day of school I had endured, knocking rapidly on his front door, waiting for him to answer. A smile was permanently etched onto the features of my small face, impatiently getting bored as I heard footsteps reach the screen-door, signaling he was here. I nearly squealed in pure excitement. "Hi!" I giggled when he stepped out, engulfing him in a tight hug. He coughed, and I backed off. "Sorry, just so happy to see you" I was very hyper, practically bouncing up and down with joy.

"wanna go play on the playground?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. He nodded, and we ran off, laughing at stupid things he said. When we got to the park, I called "dibs!" on the swingset, and he groaned, dashing after me. "come on y/n! that's not fair!" He whined, moving to the side so he wouldn't get hit by my swinging. I stuck my tongue out teasingly, and he grabbed the chains of the swing. "Off" he demanded.

"No" I replied, still mildly swinging back and forth. He halted it to a complete stop, hands grasping the rough metal. "hey!" I complained, trying to start a rhythm once again, but he shut it down. "my turn" he pushed me off, and started to swing, leaving me on the woodchips covering the ground. I grumbled, stomping my feet as I trudged away slowly, anger coursing through my veins.

I went up and down the slides a few times, getting bored by the fifth time. I glanced over at andy, who was still laughing, enjoying the sweet swingset he had forced me off of. "rude" I whispered under my breath, going onto the monkey bars, and slipping when I tried to leap for the other. I winced as my hands now felt sore, trying to soothe the skin as my chest heaved up and down, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. "y/n!" I heard someone yell, and saw andy sprinting towards me, his face deeply worried for me, as I sat helplessly on the spiky chips of the small wood. "are you okay?" he breathed as he reached me, checking me for any injuries or bruises, to which he found one, not too big.

I felt a hot tear make its way down my cheek, and he picked his head up, glancing at the watery mark, wiping it quickly. "hey hey hey, you're fine, don't cry" he pleaded, bringing my sorrowful frame up with him, still a little wobbly. He pulled my left arm over his right, and began to lead me back to his house. I felt more tears glide down my face, sniffling each time as he sent me more worried glances at each little noise that escaped my pink lips. It took a while to reach his home, me being quite heavy for him to drag me along, while I was currently tearing up.

He opened the door, setting me down on his couch, and went to get an ice pack, his mom calling around the house for him. "andy? that you?" she yelled. "yeah mom! y/n slipped on the playground so I brought her back" he responded, and I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. I shrunk into the couch, feeling incredibly small as his mom made her way towards my small body, seeing my tears and how I felt about the whole situation.

Andy walked into the living room, seeing his mom next to me, whispering small words of reassurance as he handed her the pack of ice, and she placed it on my bruise. "Hey, you're going to be okay, everything's fine" they told me, and I believed them, a smile forming on my wet face.

2007

"hey, you're going to be okay, you know that right?" Andy asked, and I nodded, tears coursing down my face and neck, soaking my shirt as I couldn't stop them. He hugged me, attempting to comfort me in some way, but it didn't work, as I continued sobbing into his arms, my heart breaking at the thought of him leaving for God knows how long to go on tour, produce new records, make new albums and music. I had been quite a supporter of the band since its inception nearly a year ago, but I never knew they could go on tour so soon.

I didn't let go, knowing if I did, I would never be able to do anything ever again. Who knew how long they would be on tour? Would he ever return, to be with me? I had almost convinced myself that he would never dare to show his face in this small, desolate town ever again, afraid he wanted to get away, to never come back, that I would have to start a family without him, the man i'd loved since forever.

However, I had to let go, and when I did, my heart shattered, watching him get onto the tour bus, the final waves from him doing little to calm my aching heart, seeming like it was going to burst out. I didn't come out of my room for months on end, interests? lost. Passions? didn't matter. I knew I had fallen into depression, with not being able to cope with whatever the hell I was feeling.

I had to move on, somehow, I couldn't keep thinking about him when he had made his choice to desert his family, his closest friends, and needed to get over myself, no matter what it took.

2012

Andy's POV:

it had been years of no contact from y/n. I had no single clue how she was doing, or how she was holding up. From what I had seen the day I left to go on the road, I knew it was already taking its toll on her, the heavy streams of sobs on my shirt and neck making it abundantly clear she was broken, and was going to be broken until I came home.

I needed her, and she needed me just as much. It broke me, seeing her sad face as we drove off, leaving her on the driveway of my childhood home. I didn't know whether or not she still cared, or if she even thought about me anymore. I know I did, everyday, all day, into the depths of the night, the break of the day when the sun streamed through the curtains of my bunk, it was excruciatingly painful, not seeing my girl, the one I had loved for a lifetime.

I had cried that night too. the first night was the hardest, my body sore from the no sleep I had received that night, my head pounding from the constant ache of my sobbing. I had gotten into drinking not too long ago, and everytime something would come up about her, a memory, or a mention, I drank it away, repeating that cycle everytime it happened. I didn't care much anymore. I sang, I did what the managers of the record labels asked, be present and sober-looking enough on stage so no one could really tell what I was putting me and my body through.

Going out to a bar tonight was what I had convinced myself would be best, get her out of my mind once and for all, make her evaporate, leave no memory of her behind, but when I entered, I saw her. My beautiful girl, and my heart nearly stopped. I gasped, my head spinning when my eyes laid on her dancing frame. She didn't seem sober.. at all? That was out of character for her, I couldn't believe what I was seeing at all. She never drank, even when she was peer-pressured, sometimes by me.

Her curves were shown perfectly by the dress, swinging around just as she did on that swingset all those years ago. it barely covered shit, the back as non-existent as our contact these past months. My eyes were heavy with tears, tears I didn't know what from. I melted at the sight, she looked so happy, dancing like her life depended on it.

I began to make my way over to her, giddy with the feeling of seeing her again. I reached for her arm, gently sliding my fingers against it, hoping she'd notice. She didn't, so I tapped her shoulder a little bit harder, and she turned around. Her face went from happy and carefree to angry in a millisecond. She slapped me on the arm, pushing me back as I gasped. "Y/n?" I rasped out, trying to calm her down. "Don't you even think about it" she growled, a hand now placed on her hip as she fumed.

"It's me" I tried to hold my tears back, my heart breaking once again. "I know it's you dipshit, i'm not that drunk" she sighed. "Why are you here?" she questioned, and I noticed she was barely able to stand up straight, leaning on her leg for support. "Y/n, how many drinks did you down tonight?" I said warily, grabbing her arm so she was able to stand up better. "Not too many, like..fourteen?" she asked, tilting her head up so she could think. "Fourteen?!" I yelled, and she nodded. "Yeah fourteen sounds about right" she shrugged, and now I was angry, angry at myself, angry at her for letting herself get like this.

I pulled her out of the booming place, dragging her to my car. We had been able to book a hotel for the night, an amazing comparison to the hard bunks on the bus. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" she slurred, trying to release herself from my grip, but to avail, she failed and sighed. I placed her in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt and began to drive. she looked like she was going to pass out, her eyes fluttering open and closed within each second. "no, no, y/n, stay the fuck awake, okay? just a few more minutes" i breathed, beginning to speed up and push the accelerator.

When I finally got back to the place, I dragged her in under my arm, just like when we were kids. I lugged her up the elevator, her drunken body heavy as hell, ready to fall down at any given moment. I pressed the button for my room, and waited. y/n was making small whimpers, whines, and groans as she swayed back and forth, and I was getting more anxious. The doors flew open and I immediately took her out with me, stringing her along to my suite. I slid the card, and opened the door, placing her on the bed, grabbing pain relievers and water.

I forced her to take them, and seeing she was beginning to sober up, which made me sigh in relief. "Hey princess, you doing okay?" i sat down next to her, rubbing her back as i pulled her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around her. I heard her sigh, and I tried to get a better angle of her, to try and see her. she looked like she was crying, and my heart shattered once again that night. "I missed you so much" she sobbed, burying herself into my chest.

"I felt like I couldn't live without you andy, it was hell for me" she whined, and i ran my fingers through her knotted hair, and she leaned into my touch, sighing while the tears ran down her face, ruining her makeup. "I missed you too princess" i caressed her face, rolling her over so she could see me. "really?" she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "yup, all day, sometimes i couldn't even get out of bed because all i thought about was you"

"and now you're here, with me, and i couldn't be any fucking happier, i'm never letting you and me slip apart ever again" I assured her, kissing her lips gently as she gasped into my mouth. I backed away, my head mere inches from her soft lips as I awaited for a response a nod some-

"do that again, please" she begged, she fucking begged, and I smiled, kissing her lips softly, tracing the edges with the tip of my tongue, hands on either side of her beautiful face. It seemed like a miracle to have her back in my arms, holding her, kissing her. She moaned into the kiss, cinching her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I ran my hands up and down her body, rubbing the sides, anything I could get my greedy hands on. She whined, lifting her hips up subconsciously, and I chuckled darkly. "need me that bad, huh?" I teased, and she nodded frantically. "gonna let me undress you?" i questioned, hands sliding to her dress, grazing over the thin, barely existent straps holding it up.

She let out a small 'mhm' and i seized it, baring her body to me as I sucked in a breath, seeing how her nipples poked through the fabric of her bra, desperately seeking friction as I pulled the lace down, and I latched my tongue onto one, sucking the bud fiercely and harshly as she writhed beneath me, kneading the other roughly, as she moaned and whimpered, beginning to yell my name. "patience baby, you're doing s'good, don't wanna have to stop" she only let out a small noise in response, seemingly begging for more.

I stopped my actions, and she grumbled. "be a good girl and don't test me, got it?" I smacked her side and flipped us over so I was lying down on the pillows, still fully clothed. "take em off baby, ev'rything" I demanded, and she obliged, unzipping my low rise jeans, and relieving me of my boxers, the tent painful as fuck before she took them off, throwing them across the room.

"what should I do now?" she asked, her eyes weary and innocent. Had she not fucked anyone all those years I was gone? "suck" I commanded, placing her head onto my dick, her lips wrapping around it as she quickly deepthroated me, swallowing me whole as moan after moan escaped my throat. "ngh, doin' so well baby, keep going" i urged her on, my hips bucking up in her face as she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue sometimes slipping against the underside of my cock, to which I cried out each time, her tongue now abusing the swollen tip that leaked pre-cum, all while looking up at me, trying to get the knowledge she was doing it right, she was making me feel good.

"oh god baby" i groaned as my orgasm approached quickly, the tightening sensation becoming more unbearable by the second, each lick, each suck of her dirty little mouth driving me insane, fueling me enough to release my cum down her throat, some spraying on her face as she looked to me again for instruction. "swallow" i stuttered, trying to hold myself steady, my thighs shaking and my head a little woozy.

She fell limp against the bed, and I took the chance to get on top of her again, flipping us over once more, and didn't even give her time to get used to me, I just thrust in, and she whimpered, her face etching in pain. "ow" she complained, and I realized from earlier she wasn't quite used to sex, particularly any type of sexual act. I sighed, pulling out so she could get used to the feeling, that it wouldn't hurt so much the second or even third time, hopefully all with me.

I slowly slid in, holding her hand the entire time, making sure she was okay, that she was holding up well, and when she gave me the okay to began, I still held her hand, my other pushing her legs up to her chest so I could thrust harder, deeper, to make her feel what I felt only seconds earlier.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you" I growl, and she shivers, scared. "You gonna let me ruin this good little pussy? gonna let me cum in it?" I tease once again, and she nods, a shriek escaping her lips. "yes! oh god yes!" she screams. "andy! so good-mmph!" I nearly collapse at the sound of my name leaving her pretty, parted lips as she wails from the pleasure, making me thrust harder and harder, and I dig my rough fingers into the sides of her hips, not caring if they'll leave marks.

she gropes my hair, trying to hold onto any and everything she can so she doesn't fall flat against the bed, and I let out a small groan, hips snapping up against hers in a fiery manner. She lets out multiple sounds of praise, begging for more, for me, but I feel another orgasm coming, and the tightening sensation also coming back as I repeatedly hit her cervix, bruising it, and I know she's close too. I moan loudly as I release myself in her warmth, her cum spreading across my lower abdomen as she releases, falling limp on the bedsheets, eyes shutting and opening back up within spurts.

"did s'good baby for your first time, promise there'll be more" I reassured, kissing her forehead, tucking her into the covers with me as we both fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's embraces.

[black--cherryy]

You with bvb as couple:

[la-undercover-latina]

Daddy’s Kitten- Amber/Andy Biersack

Summary: After the Hit List Reveal goes south, Andy needs to make it up to his wife. But what happens when Amber decides to be a brat to her already jealous husband?

Read part 1 here

Warnings: Smut ahead, mature language, Dom/Sub, and orgasm denial

Walking back into the room, she could see that her husband wanted to apologize but she wasn’t hearing any of it.

Not when he’d been an ass.

Climbing into bed and turning off the side table lamp, she rolled onto her side facing the wall. Andy followed his wife’s lead and traced his fingers gently over her White Rabbit tattoo on her shoulder.

“Kitten…” no answer.

“Baby…” no answer.

“Mommy…” Without warning, Amber flipped over onto her back.

There we go. He thought

“What?” She hissed. There was a part of her, the one affected by the booze, that wanted her body to be ravished by the gorgeous man lying next to her.

But the sober part contemplated sleeping on her Aunt Taylor’s super comfy and plush couch in the living room.

It was one of those where if you weren’t careful, it would envelop you into an embrace.

“Daddy’s been bad, let me make it up to you,” Andy’s deep voice was even deeper, huskier, and dripping with sex.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” She asked and Andy smirked before straddling her, pressing ghosts of kisses across his wife’s tanned skin.

“Let me show you,” he whispered in her ear, his bottom lip running along the outer shell of her ear. At the sensation, Amber’s drunk brain won the battle. A soft moan left her lips.

“There we go... That’s more like it. I love hearing your sexy little moans for me,” he took her earlobe between his teeth and Amber felt heat travel through her body, pooling at her center.

Andy crawled down the bed, pressing kisses to his wife’s finally flat stomach.

“I really miss you being pregnant. Knowing that I filled you to the brim and you’re carrying my baby. Sexy as fuck,” he growled and ripped her sleep shorts down her long legs, only to reveal a sneaky little secret.

“Oh mommy, you’ve been naughty,” a smirk fell over Andy’s full lips.

“You’re not wearing any panties for Daddy,” his smirk deepened.

“Perfect,” he began his trek towards his wife’s dripping heat and Amber pulled Andy’s pillow over her face as her back arched off the bed.

The pillow being over her face made it worse though.

The smell of her husband’s cologne mixed with his scent and now the smell of sex made the Greek woman heady.

A moan left her lips as Andy began the assault on her core that begged for him.

“Take that pillow off your face,” Andy demanded, his dominant nature coming through.

“Andy. Aunt Taylor, Brit, and I just got the kids back to bed,” Amber argued. Andy lifted himself off his wife with an audible pop. Her juices already coating his pink lips.

“Did I ask you? Take. It. Off.” He demanded and Amber noticed the change in her husband. She didn’t argue, just removed the pillow from her face. Her head moved to the side to make sure the door was locked.

The last thing they needed was one of their kids walking in on them. Because with Andy’s demeanor, there was no telling how long he was planning on fucking his wife’s brains out.

“Are you jealous Andrew?” Amber asked, testing her husband, an eyebrow hitched.

“What did you just call me?” He asked her, his hand ghosting over her core.

“Are you jealous. Andrew.” She made sure to punctuate her husband’s full name.

“That’s what I thought you said, Kitten. Give me those hands,” he demanded.

“And what if I don’t?” Amber tested further.

“You’re going to disobey me?” He lifted himself so he towered over her, all of his weight on his forearms.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Amber’s voice took on a sultry tone of its own.

“Alright kitten,” he grasped her hands that she was running down his chest into one of his palms and pulling it up to the headboard, holding them there while he rummaged through the side table for something.

“Here they are,” He smirked and lifted up the hand restraints that they used last night.

“You planning on using them on yourself Andrew?” Amber asked. Once her hands were restrained, he grabbed her chin with one of his hands and pulled her lips to his. The taste of her on his lips made her moan in his mouth.

“Keep using my full name, and that’s one more punishment. Understand?” he threatened, knowing what game his wife was playing.

The two had been together long enough for Andy to know her tricks.

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Andrew,” Amber smirked and Andy grabbed her chin again.

“One more kitten,” he told her before climbing down his wife’s body, pressing biting kisses down her body as he went.

“F-Fuck,” Amber stammered as her husband continued to abuse her heat with his mouth. As he could feel her approach release, he’d stop without warning.

“Daddy,” Amber moaned.

“That’s one,” he told her, letting her body come down from the beginning of her high before beginning his pace again.

“Daddy,” Amber moaned out, her hands grasping the bedsheets as Andy’s long fingers curled inside her, hitting her g-spot. Enough for stars to dance across her vision.

“I’m gonna- HEY!” Amber whispered, wanting to keep her voice down as much as possible as her husband stopped abruptly.

“That’s two,” he remarked with a smirk.

“What’s my name?” He asked her, letting her cool down.

“Daddy,” she moaned and her body arched up as if she was held on her torso by a string.

“That’s better baby girl,” he smirked and pressed his lips to hers.

The taste of herself on his lips made her gasp again, bringing one of her legs to hook around his waist as he played with her clit.

“Daddy,” she moaned and his smirk grew.

“A little louder for me kitten,” he breathed against her ear.

“Daddy,” she whimpered and Andy smiled.

“That’s my girl. Now since you’ve been good with the restraints, daddy’s gonna take them off,” he told her unlocking the cuffs and the second the cuffs gave way, Amber grasped his jet black locks between her fingers and tugged, pulling his lips to hers.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, Kitten. You just have to answer one question for me,”

“Anything,” she breathed, feeling her body inch closer to her orgasm.

“Whose pussy is this?” He growled.

“D-Daddy’s,” she moaned loudly as her orgasm hit her like a bullet train.

Hard and Fast.

“Oh I’m not done with you yet baby girl,” he smirked, pressing kisses to her neck and biting. She was about to have a NASTY hickey there in the morning. But that’s future Amber and Andy’s problem

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