#top andrew

[bethsvrse]

what is with this new wave of short drabbles with porn and zero plot what happened to yearning?? what happened to build up?? what happened to the character being absolutely down bad for reader?? what happened to the 10k words fics?? screaming crying and throwing up i miss it

[pixiishi]

the dorm room beds aren’t made to fit two, but they make it work 🧡🔑

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[feelingthedisaster]

friendly reminder that according to the ec, aaron was already in wymack's radar before he found out about andrew. he had been watching aaron's stats (he was a top ten backliner. top. ten) for four years (four) before he was even aware of the other twin

[aftg-and-random-things]

Just what was Andrew doing the entire time during night practices?

[falafels]

pt.75!! <pt.74 pt.76>

i recommend shower mango to everyone ever. ESPECIALLY if drunk

tags for the homies ❤️ @andrewsleftarmband @blurryhour @you-know-i-get-itt @notexactlythatgirl @longspacerat @tessasilverswan @minyard-05 @carbon-dated-gal @bisexualchaosdemon @stormiiflies @watercoloureyes01 @vampire-overlord @iron-sides @azure-wing @buffalo-fox @ohgodnotagainplease @pink-hydrangea @jaywalkerss @ohmynoggin-blog @cosmic-marauder @min-getoutofmy-yard @plazybones @disastersappho @leestars13 @the-witch-forever-lives @minyardsss @post-historical-posts @andabuttonnose @hidinginmyhands @aftg4l @allfor-thegames @yaoishida @inafieldofstarflowers @snowcoming @mooniism @fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air @prometheusthedragon @graveyardviolence @bustedleftshoe @beatrix33 @aftg-bs @yes-i-exist-shutup @milktemproom @all-for-exy @moon-over-ruined-castle @meta-breakers @oneandonlystarshine @dragonslayer26806 @malepresentingleg @lesbiansforkevinday

[sexy-rakun-2000]

Some andreils from a while back. Theyre all i can think about, truly a hyperfixation for the ages!

[allfortheslay25]

Wip doodles I did for TSC and TGR 🐦‍⬛ ☀️

Concept art for Cody, Ananya, and Patrick

Semi spoilers(?) down below (for both TSC and TGR)

His peach 🍑

I wanted to do a full comic but I doodled this as soon as I read the scene and was too overwhelmed to make it legible

Original wip for the POP scene that I did before rereading TSC

Jean when Lucas talked about Kevin

[nomiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

professionally built blanket fort for the fam (sotw)

[lesbiansforkevinday]

more Justus and some hardlaunching in part 10

Idk I just headcanon that Neil treats his relationship like it’s no big deal and everyone knows anyways. I don’t think either him or Andrew would say “yes this is my boyfriend we are a couple” but they’d behave somewhat couple-y in public anyways because who cares (I don’t think they’d display affection constantly though, just small things here and there)

German translations:

Fuchs - fox

Ja bitte - yes please

Gib mir ein pfugs - give me a pfugs (pfugs is Fuchs spelled very wrong)

If you want to be tagged in these, let me know!!

Tag list: @minyard-05 @all-for-exy @andreilscat @tessasilverswan @carbon-dated-gal @anxiouslyandmessily @gansey-like @iwannascreameurekaa @qixjone @hawkeye08 @buffalo-fox @meta-breakers @williamluvr @you-know-i-get-itt @youdontknowhowtodiequietly @bumble-bean-boy @weralika @dead-welsh-king @jctko @mapbottakeamap @icangotwiceashigh @oddlylongtelephonecord @inafieldofstarflowers @m-n-d @ugly-punkling @jeanmoreausautismstickers @luluhtk @izzyhandsdeservedbetter @andrewsleftarmband

[toranesu]

⌗ sub bottom. andrew graves x dom top m. reader — silver sable; section A.

cw. established relationship, post-therapy andrew&ashley (yes, i know they're beyond redemption), body worship, foreplay.

; REN: accidentally posted a draft.. now you'll have to deal with a story split into two parts, lol.

He's done it, now. Andrew Graves has finally, finally found the courage to heal. And he's brought his sister along with him, too. It's been a rough year, attempting to heal in a secluded area where no one would leak their information or spread whispers of their deeds.

Andrew Graves and Ashley Graves are beyond redemption — that's what he's sure of. His sister had dragged him with her, and he had dragged her with him. No one is to blame, he tells himself. But deep down, he wishes he could put the blame on someone else so he wouldn't have to stand this soul rotting guilt. His sister doesn't feel it, he's sure.

He glances at you, the man he had met at a bar one and a half years ago. His source of repentance, his source of change, his source of love. "I don't think we should do this," he murmurs, hands clenching and unclenching on the sheets underneath his head.

Andrew doesn't understand why you're so willing to touch him like this. Sure, you've been dating for almost a year — only starting once his psychiatrist gave him the green flag for it, that is. But your relationship was going fine without having to have sex, he thinks.

Why now? He's asked before. "Don't you want to?" Was the question you responded with. It'd be a lie if he said he's never once thought of it. But he can't. He couldn't. Not after.. not after everything.

"Why not?" Your voice breezes in just barely a whisper, voice only loud enough for Andrew himself to hear. A hand reached out to cup his cheek, thumb grazing against the bone lining across his skin to his jaw. Andrew purses his lips, eyes averting to think of something to say.

Anything. It's fine, he tells himself. I don't deserve this, anyway, he repeats in his head. "I had sex with Ashley," he breathes out, voice cracking as he keeps his gaze away from yours.

"In the last one and a half year?" Your response came gentle and nurturing, eyes never once leaving his face. He bites his lip, turning back to you. "No," he denies, almost defensively. As if trying to convince you, or himself, that he would never do that to you.

"I know," you whispered, thumb reaching to rub against his lower lip in an attempt to get him to stop biting himself. He almost teared up from that simple gesture. "It's gross," Andrew said, referring to the sex he had with his sister; referring to incestual sex.

You raised an eyebrow, pursing your lips into a thin smile. "It is," he frowned at your response, legs folding up to his knees in perplexity. "I'm gross," he clarifies, staring directly into your eyes.

"No," your reply came almost immediate, eyebrows furrowing in negation as your palm gripped his jaw a little tighter. He winced, looking away once more. "Hey, no," you frowned, tilting his face to make him look straight at you. "I never said that."

Andrew bit his lip once more — a tendency whenever he seemed to get frustrated, you noticed. "But you think it," he rasps out, hands laying dumbly on the sides of his head. "And even if you don't, it's true," he mutters just slightly above his breath.

You leaned down to place a kiss to his almost swollen lips, only to receive a knock to the forehead because of Andrew abruptly turning his head to the side. "Dude," your reaction could almost be mistaken for a wail if it weren't for your profound nonchalance.

He stayed silent, which led to an escaped huff out of your lips. "You're not gross, 'Drew," you say in assurance, gaze softening the slightest bit to show your sincerity. "You've done gross things, including fucking your sister," you trailed off, earning eye contact avoidance from Andrew once more.

"But that doesn't mean I think you're gross," you grimace, patting his cheek before taking his hand in your own, intertwining your fingers together beside his laid down head. "It doesn't mean I don't see the effort you've put in and the progress you've made throughout this year," you whisper, trying to search for his gaze.

Andrew's lips quivered, hand almost instinctively squeezing your own, returning the lace of your fingers with his. "That goes for your sister, too," you continue. Damn it. A guy who cares about not only him, but the only family he has, too, despite how fucked up they both truly were. He's truly scored — without deserving it the slightest bit.

His eyebrows furrowed once more, every hint of joy seemingly discarded by his own thoughts the moment they shimmer. "Thanks," he manages to grate out in a hoarse voice, hand weakly squeezing your own.

Your gaze softened, leaning once more to place a kiss to his forehead; which he gracefully accepted, this time. "Of course," you mumble against his skin, free hand brushing the hair out of his face.

"So?" Your voice interrupted whatever thought he was about to have, palm running down towards his cheek and jaw as you lifted your head back up once more. "You up for it?" So caring, he wanted to tease. "Or we can just cuddle and do it another time."

Andrew instantly shook his head. Though he refused to admit, sex with you did seem to often cross his mind. "No," he mutters, free arm reaching out to drape around your shoulder. "I want to," he says.

"No pressure?" The hand still clasping his own squeezes his, and he gives an affirming nod. "Okay," you lean down to envelop his lips in a sultry kiss, palm tracing along the arm draping on your shoulder.

You encapsulated his lips in a senseless frenzy, hands a little clumsy as they undressed his dimly built body. He's been trying to exercise a bit more along with you, after all. All these little things remind you of just how deep your love for him goes.

"I love you," your voice comes out in a weary whisper, hands trailing down his body as your head dipped right onto his barely existent cleavage. He doesn't really understand the things you're into; but if touching him at all makes him happy, then he's got no reason not to be.

His now free arm joined the other, draping around your shoulders as you trailed kisses down his wretched chest. The intrusive thought springs him awake, glancing down at his marked up body of scars and whatnot, yet also decorated in the kisses and marks I've dwelled parts of my love into.

Maybe this was fine, he tells himself. Maybe it was fine to let me kiss him; embrace him like this, despite everything, despite all that he is. Andrew gazes down as you trace kisses down his abdomen, reaching lower as your hands work their way smoothly to pull his pants down.

"I love you, too," he covers his face with one arm, only now realizing he's yet to respond to my three words of affection as your lips just barely grazed too close to his cock.

He wants this, he tells himself. Seeing that small smile on your face as you trail more kisses down his thighs, reaching to his legs only furthering the will to serve himself vulnerable before you. He's never taken it from behind before — never even thought to.

Andrew could remember the awkwardness he had felt while preparing himself; cleaning his ass out, fingering himself to stretch himself even just a little. He had wondered if and how someone like you would even go through touching a body as dirty as his — defiled, dirty, and gross.

But now, having you trace loving kisses, licks, and nibbles all over his skin without leaving an inch of his skin as if you worshipped him.. he's rendered speechless.

He let out a guttural moan as soon as he felt your longest finger coated with a cold substance pressing against his already swollen hole from his careless fingering. "Maybe you should let me stretch you out next time," your chuckle of understanding only left him further embarrassed.

"Be gentle," he wanted to rasp out. But was someone like him truly in any position to make demands? He doesn't think so. Therefore, he bites himself silent.

"Relax," your airy whisper came as soft as comfort, two fingers slowly finding home within his squishy, unintruded walls. "I'm not hurting you, am I, baby?" You rustled beside his ear, placing a kiss to the shell.

He shook his head. "No," Andrew let out a sound akin to both a sigh and a moan. His hands scrambled to reach towards your back, fingers digging into your skin ever so loghtly at the sensitivity of the newly found sensation.

Your fingers grazed against his prostate, and he let out the most delirious moan you never thought could exist. His nails dug into your skin, back arching as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Despite what he says, Andrew is a sucker for physical contact.

( t.b.c. . . . )

[thinkorpray]

i am alw’s #1 hater and also simultaneously his #1 listener

[heckblade]

the one-two punch of “eat your young” and “damage gets done” is so fucking underrated btw. this really raunchy, visceral callout of war profiteering and the people in power who sold out future generations for the sake of capital, followed immediately by this soaring coming-of-age anthem about waking up into the harsh reality of the world we were handed, being expected to bear both the consequences AND the blame, the feeling of powerlessness and the deep, aching nostalgia for a time when we didn’t have to constantly reckon with such a bleak existence

[kevinsdsy]

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all for the game social media au — summer olympics edition (pt. 4): let the shenanigans and silliness consume me now before the olympics end and i will most likely stop doing these posts too 🫣🏃🏻‍♀️💨

[cryptidkreates]

andrew minyard transed his gender thinking he was becoming himself only to run into an exact clone of him on the other side of the country . and send post

[userarmand]

The choreography, developed with an intimacy coordinator, needed to be balanced with spontaneity: listening to each other, being present in the moment. Of shooting these sequences with Mescal, Scott admits, “It was a bit scary at the beginning. Then you get more used to it—and he’s great fun. The good thing about working with somebody that you love is that the process is really enjoyable.” The changing dynamic between their characters presented its own challenge. “How do you portray nervousness? How do you portray lust? That’s a really interesting one, and Paul and I’s chemistry in real life is actually kind of irrelevant,” Scott says. “I was playing a very, very lonely, quite repressed character, which I don’t feel in my own life—and that’s a great challenge. It’s wonderful because it speaks to me of empathy, and that’s what our jobs are.”

[hiddencloudboi]

🔞 18+ only MDNI 🔞

☆ pairing: nerdy!bsf!drew starkey x black!male!reader

☆ taglist: @starboye @gayaristocrat @b00tyliciousbabe @multireese @dqrkhold @ghostking4m

What's the male equivalent of a bad bitch? Because that's what you are, and your lifelong bestie Drew has secretly been in love with you for years – not that he'll confess that.

An utterly drop dead gorgeous guy like you – who exudes that mesmerizing it factor from every pore and has this swagger that's half rockstar, half model – can have anyone you want.

Face card? Lethal. Body? Tea. Ass? Phat as hell.

And while you're unaware how Drew feels, you two have the most homoerotic dynamic. He's your nearest and dearest friend who's nothing like the hordes of shallow admirers constantly throwing themselves at you. It honestly makes you pretty possessive of Drew cuz he is yours.

Drew doesn't want to risk ruining your relationship, tells himself that it's better to cherish being your one true friend whom you're so open and affectionate with unlike everyone else. He hides his arousal and jealousy when you give him the run down on your hookups. Pretends not to see you bringing them to your shared home from clubs and bars, pretends he doesn't hear your sweet moans and gasps.

Pretends he didn't lay in bed stroking his cock to the thought of you riding him instead.