Gay band one shots

Andley- Tangled sheets

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I really wanted to do an Andley..... SO here we go. As always, prompts are open. Please send them in. Love you guys, enjoy!!!

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**Ashley's P.O.V**

   Andy sniffled sadly, rubbing his sore, well beaten bottom. Yes, I'd spanked him. Why? He gave me permission. He was trying to stop smoking, and every time he smoked, he came to me and asked to be spanked. I pull him into my lap, and I shush him, trying to calm him down. I hated doing this to him, but I had to.

   "Sorry Ashy...." He sniffles softly. I smile, kissing his head and his lips. 

   "It's alright, baby. But you've gotten spanked almost every other day. If you don't start improving, I'll have to use my belt." I warn. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. He looks so sad, and I hug and shush him quietly. 

   "I wanted to ask you something....." He says softly. I smiles, stroking his back.

   "Yeah baby boy?"

   "Can we do age play?" He asks softly. I coo.

   "Like Jinxx and CC?" I ask. CC was Jinxx age play little, and I found the relationship adorable and nice. Andy nods, and smiles happily. I chuckle and lull him to sleep before going and calling Jinxx for some supplies and where I can get them.

**Time skip**

   Andy lies down on the ground, his feet in the air, holding onto his feet like he was a baby panda. He giggles happily, and sits up, his diaper crinkling under his bottom. 

   "Dada...." He babbles behind his pacifier. I smile and pick him up, setting him on my lap. He'd been into age play for two days, and he was already so much happier. He was going through the 'I need a smoke' thing, and when that happened, I swaddled him in a blanket and played tons of movies, feeding him bottles, and making him feel batter so he would get his mind off taking a smoke break and risking a sore bottom.

   "Whose my cute baby boy?" I ask, lifting him over my head and he squeals. I pull him back to my hip and kiss his cheek. He starts giggling again and playing with my shirt. 

   "Dada.... Wanna smoke...." He says suddenly, his eyes filling up with tears. I feel horrible and I knew I had to take care of this. I take him to our bed room, and get his favorite knee high socks. I dress him in knee socks, a pastel tank top and leave him without pants. I tickle his sides and kiss his neck. He shrieks loudly, giggling like mad. I carry him downstairs, and sit him on the kitchen counter.

   "Why don't I make some Mac and cheese, and after that, we'll make cookies?" I ask. His eyes light up like a Christmas tree. I chuckle, and start cooking hims Mac and cheese. After that done, I give him a bowl, while gathering ingredients to bake him some cookies. Andy was so good. I loved him. I loved him so much, and I would do anything to stop from spanking or punishing him, because I hated that.

   "Dada? How come uncle Jake never comes over?" He asks. I smile and pat his knee.

   "Well, remember that your uncle Jake wen to go see his family far away on an island. He's coming to visit in a few weeks." I promise. He giggles and smiles brightly. I tried my very best to distract him when he wanted a smoke, and I will admit, my baby was spoiled...

   After I make the batter I put little balls on the cooking sheet, and put them in the oven, before splitting the cookie dough between me and Andy. He was so adorable sometimes.... He ate another spoonful I offered him, but started suckling on the spoon instead. I smile fondly. He loved his pacifier as much as he liked food, so eating was a battle, since he would suckle on his spoon or fork instead of eating. Of course I tried not to be harsh with him when it happened. He was 'just a baby' after all.

   "Andy sweetie..." I say, wiggling the spoon softly. He blinks, then realizes what he was doing and lets me take the spoon out of his mouth. I take the cookies out, and Andy reaches for them, but I quickly grab his wrist. "No no no, sweetie!! That's hot, you could burn yourself." I say, kissing his hand since I obviously startled him. He whimpers, his bottom lip wobbling slightly, since he's not used to being yelled at.

   "Sowwy Dada.." He says. I give him his paci, and hug him tight.

   "Shush, baby. No tears." I coo. He smiles at me and nods, waiting for the cookies to cool.

   Andy didn't smoke that day. Or any day after that.

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