All for the game
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“It was bad sex.” Kevin shrugged. “I’d assume any sex I’d have wouldn’t feel very–”
“Did you want him to touch you.” Andrew’s voice was soft and damning.
“It’s complicated.”
“It shouldn’t be,” Andrew said. “Sex can be complicated, but wanting someone to touch you isn’t.”
“That didn’t matter to Riko.”
“I’m asking if it mattered to you.”
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Andrew and Neil learn a new piece of Kevin's past in the Nest. -
myself to enjoy, myself to destroy by 0ur_lady_0f_s0rr0ws
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
05 Jan 2026
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self indulgent kandreil porn (write the porn you want to see in the world).
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i'll ask for a kiss (or two) by purple_foxglove
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
10 Mar 2026
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Kevin and Neil are idiots who want each other so bad, and Andrew has had enough of them running away from each other. What he doesn't realize though is that Kevin wants him just as much.
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i'm seeing visions, am i bad? (or mad? or wise?) by odysseus_day
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
01 Mar 2026
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It’s a concept so foreign, to be loved by someone, body and soul. To be cherished with all they are, displayed proudly like the most coveted trophy in the entire game, worn around each other’s chests in hickeys like medals. Beautiful creatures, a puzzle to analyze; he’s never been fond of the word love, but recently it’s been all he’s witnessed, passed around the court, held tightly between each of their calloused hands.
They pass it his way, too — shreds of connection, of pinky promises and brushes of lips — but deep down, he’s never not been afraid of this stretching beyond a risk he can still desperately protect, reaching out to grasp it like his own self-control might slip away any second. Gentle kisses peppered across sore muscles after particularly rough practices, thumbs grazing lovingly across his scarred hand. Touches are few and far between, cherished and feared all the same, purposely kept at arm's length, locked behind a cellar vault like an undeniable Pandora’s box.
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Or, in which Kevin is vocal and Andreil are whipped.
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He walks into the apartment, seeing Andrew standing in the kitchen, his hands leaned on the counter, his back to Kevin. Kevin didn’t think anything of it at first, he set his stuff down by the door, and Andrew clearly heard him, but he didn’t turn around. “What’s the plan for dinner?” Kevin asks, making Andrew take in a long breath, his hand reaching down, out of sight. Kevin took a minute to realize what he had walked into, but he heard Neil’s voice instead of Andrew’s next.
Neil’s voice was shot, his breath coming out quickly, and Kevin realizes way too late what he walked into. “Answer him,” Neil says simply, to Andrew.
“Don’t care.” Andrew replies, his voice sounding wrecked.
Kevin freezes, Neil is out of sight, but it’s not hard to imagine what is happening. He can imagine Neil on his knees, taking Andrew as far as he could, maybe even a hand wrapped around what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Andrew was silent, but Kevin’s sure his face was twisted in pleasure, especially as he reached his hand down to likely press into Neil’s hair.