#Andy Dolan x reader

[galaxybabes99]

You're so cute Thomas browne x reader

Warnings : Fluff

Ever since Thomas browne married y/n y/l/n the three, gotten well even Edward had love. Her company while the three prayers and had dinner, as Thomas couldn't stopping. Looking at y/n he thought she's too cute and adorable, Edward thanked his mom and dad. Afterwards as the two were alone Thomas couldn't hold in, his affection hugging and. Also kissing all over y/n's face my darling wife you're, just too cute my goodness I'm very. Lucky to have you all to myself said Thomas immediately, he'd kissed all over face and. Had even kissed her lips several times oh my goodness, Thomas you're making my face. Blush please not here I know you couldn't hold in how, adorable I looked but needed to. Do this another time said y/n darling don't be so shy, I know y/n you don't think you're a. Cutie but do think you are my precious wife oh how, I would just cuddle you every time if. I had the opportunity to do so don't be shy or even embarrassed, it's only going make you. So cuter than you've already are no matter what, others say just you and I even our own. Son Edward thinks as well he said then his own son, shown up and hugged y/n too. You're cute mommy I love you very much and very, thank you that daddy loves you as well. Afterwards the two couldn't stop telling her how cute and, pretty y/n was which made. Her cheeks turn bright red and also the two were, making y/n the happiest she ever was.

The End

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[wroteclassicaly]

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When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Listen to That - (Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

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[king-with-no-crovvn]

I miss writing so, so much, and I still have so many ideas all these years later! Is anyone out there still reading for Michael Langdon these days??

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[austinstyles]

Holiday

Cody Fern x OC

( I use this gif because I wanted to. Just putting that out there.)

Summary : Cody and the OC are friends that started to date and this is taken place during Christmas time and they are madly in love. And the OC is named Sapphire. And this is mostly during the time they are dating. (Short fanfic)

( I decided to make a female character because that is what I want to do. I hope everyone can respect that. I also know that Cody himself is in a relationship with a man. And I respect that there are people how love who they love. So just letting everyone know. )

Warning: Kissing, making out and spelling mistakes.Also let me know if I missed anything.

Sapphire pov

It is Christmas time all around, everyone is decorating and hanging lights. Is the most wonderful time, and I get to spend time with my amazing boyfriend Cody. And today we’re decorating a Christmas tree, we’re smiling and laughing. It feels amazing to just enjoying some alone time with Cody.

Christmas songs are playing in the background, the tree is looking amazing. I love the holidays, and I love spending time with Cody. We actually met back when we were kids in Australia, and it was the hole friend to lovers. Can’t imagine not having Cody be in my life, and getting to be in a relationship with him is just so amazing. He is caring and so sweet. You can say were some what of a lovey-dovey couple at times.

But you can also see the passion we have for each other. I am just so thankful for having him in my life.

This holiday season is going to be a nice one. And I get to spend Christmas with Cody. If it wasn’t very clear you can tell that my love for my boyfriend is very passionate. Every time we kiss sparks fly all over, and it can get very hot and steamy. More in the case of we start making out at any time when we’re kissing.

As we’re decorating I turn my head to Cody, and look into his gorgeous eyes. His eyes are looking into my eyes, and soon we’re kissing with so much passion. Then the kissing is turned into a make out session. Sparks are flying. And I can’t get enough of him.

While we’re making out, in the background the song ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts to play.

My mind goes over to the fact that all I wanted this Christmas was Cody. And also that I am lucky to have him in my life. I couldn’t have imagined a life without Cody as a part of it.

This holiday season is going to be magical. And I have so much I am thankful for this year. Also can’t wait to see what next year brings in store for my life. But at this moment in time all I am focused on is Christmas. Cody is still going to be by my side and I will be by his side.

After we have made out we’re back to finishing the decorations, and at the moment we’re done decorating. And decided to watch a Christmas movie. My head is on his shoulder, his arm is around my right arm.

And it is moments we spend together that makes me feel like I am so lucky to have a guy that treats me the way he treats me.

If you had told me at 7 when I first met Cody we would’ve been dating in our early adult years I wouldn’t have believed it. But had you said we would be great friends I would believe you.

And we have our journey with ups and downs, but we are here for each other and that is what matters.

As the first movie I had gifts that need rapping so I decided to go do that.

After the gift are rapped both me and Cody put them under the tree. This Christmas me and Cody are coworkers my family at my place. So it made sense to put the gift for each other under the tree we have decorated. And also I put the gifts for my parents and my sister under the tree.

Today is December 12th, and it seems early to put gifts under the tree, but I don’t care. And yes were decorating a bit late the some people do, but today we both had a free day so it was a perfect day to decorate my place with Christmas decorations.

I love Christmas, and love that I get to spend the holidays with my family and my boyfriend.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for all the support I get on my fanfics. I appreciate every like and comments and reblog. Let me know what you think of this fanfic. And my next fanfic with be coming in 2024. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. Take care everyone. And stay safe.

😃🩷👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace

Tag list (Cody Fern related) : @morby





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[zodiyack]

DID Y'ALL SEE CODY FERN'S STORY????

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[little-lily-w]

Breaking Purity II: ch. 2/?

Here’s Breaking Purity I book complete

Summary: Michael wants to know what happened on that afternoon. He is determined to look for answers and, judging by how affected he is, the travesy has only started. 

Words: 1.6 k

Warnings: graphic depic of violence, slight mention of daddy kink. 

A/N: I’m still laughing at the daddy mention. 

You can read the chapter here: “I cannot afford to lose you”

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[sykokittyy]

Okay so guys I just wrote my first fanfic, and I have another anonymous fanfic to write. But all I have to say is that thank you for the people that are interacting with my fanfic and KEEP interacting with it/them because it helps me feel like I did a good job. KEEP SENDING ASKS. Like I said don’t be shy y’all 🤍!

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[baeklination]

WS: The Light of Night pt.2

Date: 220728

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, sucking, fucking, eating out, anal, voyeurism, exhib., bit of dirty talk, gen. expl. lang.

Pairing: Byun (Baekhyun) x F. Reader

WC: 7,4k

NOTE: Like the other two (The Light of Night pt.1 and the deleted scenes for pt.1) he's a bit heavy on the dom. Heads Up: last scene is a bit rough.

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Even though the sapphire earrings are your favourites, you still can’t look at them without getting an uneasy feeling in your gut, remembering the day you last wore them. Much like now you were getting ready for a party…

…It doesn’t matter that it’s been months since you parted ways with Dr. Byun - so often when you open any drawer in your dressing room you think about his gift, hidden furthest back in one of them. The chance encounter during your holiday had opened up a window that wouldn’t close once back to daily life so every time Andilet announced he was going on an overnight trip your heart would jump, longing to do what Byun had said: use the replica and think about him. You could hear his voice in your head, feel his touch and see him pleasing you in front of the mirror exactly like the first time. With so much craving and arousal you’d lay on the bed, touch every part of your naked body and roll your hips up to meet the pumping, imagining it was his cock. But without Byun to reassure you that indulging in your carnal desires was not only normal but good, a whisper of shame would always creep in after you made yourself come and you’d hide the replica, almost pretending nothing had happened.

But little by little a thought had begun to stew in your mind: “What if Andilet is like this too? That he wants things but he’s afraid to talk about them, what then?” Because he isn’t cruel or unlikeable - maybe a tad boring - but if he opened up… It would be your world where no one would judge you.

So, encouraged by the glass of champagne you had while dressing, you put your favourite earrings on for good luck and go to his rooms.

“Darling…”, he says when he sees you in the doorway, putting down his comb on the dresser table. “Absolutely ravishing..!”

It’s not a lie that he makes you smile; his compliments are always kind and true, the type you never got before meeting him, but you haven’t come to act coy. When you kneel in front of him he looks surprised, raising his brows; when you slide your hands up his thighs he grabs them.

“Darling..?”

“It’s okay, Andi. Let me”, you nod and reach for the trouser buttons. “You’ll-”

“What’s gotten into you?”, he gasps, rushing to his feet. “It’s bestial!”

Suddenly you’re so small where you sit on the floor against his tall figure, having your sexual advances and preferences thrown in your face.

“I thought you would like it if I tried…”

“What kind of a man would I be if I wanted you to degrade yourself like that?”

You can’t look him in the eye when he props you up, it’s unbearable. What for him is caring and gentlemanlike behaviour shames you - he’s glinted your true colours and found them disgusting.

“I don’t want you to behave so lecherously again, do you hear me?” Seeing the headlights from the car he clears his throat and pulls at his jacket. “The car’s here. Let’s… You must’ve had that champagne on an empty stomach, it’s alright darling. Let’s not talk about this again.”...

…So diamonds it is. 

“Darling..?”, you hear him calling from outside.

Slipping your gloves on, gulping down the last bubbles in one go, you jokingly pose in the doorway. Andilet sighs in amusement, shaking his head.

“A mirage…”

¤

“Have you seen Ms. Lowell?”

“Just look in the direction of the swarm”, Mrs. Dolan smirks, lazily gesturing up the staircase.

As soon as you turn away from her you grit your teeth.

“Sow…”

“Oh, don’t be crass”, Mr. Andilet implores.

“You know I’m right. Had she still been unmarried I would’ve been able to feel the sweat from her hands through my glove with all these bachelors around…”

“What would mother and father say if they heard you talking like this?”, he sighs and holds his arm out as you come to the stairs.

Linking your arm with his you shake your head, but the look in his eyes says this is one of the times he enjoys that “fiery nature” of yours so you give him a smile. When the grand hall comes into view you’re even less sympathetic to Mrs. Dolan’s words since there seems to be swarms everywhere - and why wouldn’t there be at an event like this - but scanning the room you see one particular spot where an impressive amount of ladies seems to have gathered and true enough recognize Laura’s bobbing head amongst them.

The closer you get the more intrigued you are by the source of the women’s constant giggles and gasping, wondering if they’ve invited one of those card magicians again. 

“Laur-”

Your hand falls on her shoulder, but your eyes are fixed beyond her face, on the sofa - Dr. Byun. He turns towards you just as Laura embraces you, but makes no indication of you being a familiar face other than from previous travels. In fact, when he gets up his bright expression is aimed at Andilet, who seems equally surprised as you.

“Oh, fancy meeting you here, doctor..!”, he exclaims and takes his hand. “Have you taken up residence in town? Darling, you remember Doctor Byun?”

Laura can’t hide her curiosity when he takes you by the hand and places a kiss on it like a true gentleman, softly saying your name.

“Doctor. So, is it true what Mr. Andilet thinks?”

“Unfortunately not, Miss. I’m merely accompanying Mr. and Mrs. Wilson on their travels. I’m sure you know them?”

As custom dictates his attention shifts to Andilet and good thing it is, because the way your heart is beating you’re not focusing on anyone’s words. Swapping his ever beige wardrobe with the white tie tailcoat and classic side part, Byun looks decisively debonair - if his lips hadn’t seared through the silk of your glove you’d hardly know it was him.

¤

“They seem to like you…”, you muse a tad sourly as Byun joins you at the grazing table.

“You already knew that. Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be?”

“Have you missed me?”

“Why would I?”

Cocking his head he rolls his tongue in his mouth:

“So you two are having fun these days..?”

The fork clinks against the plate when you lose your grip.

“You might not care about your standing here in town, but I care about mine, so please act accordingly.”

“Accordingly? You’re the one throwing cutlery about, Miss…”

His cheeky, taunting tone is utterly vexing - if the fork was still in your hand you might’ve jabbed it through his.

“You’re not here as our physician so it’s highly irregular for you to approach me so carelessly.”

Your words and tone are overly curt, but protecting yourself is a knee jerk reaction. Either way he doesn’t seem fazed as he takes a sip of his brandy.

“You know you turn me on when you talk like that… But sure, I’ll go.”

¤

You know exactly what he’s doing, making sure to be facing your direction during his conversation, excusing himself when you catch his eye, making sure you see him walking up the stairs to the living quarters. 

His eyes are fixed on the door - he knew you’d follow him. You’ve been alone with him so many times, yet your heart seems to beat out of your chest with nerves when you quietly close the door.

“I’m not doing it here.”

“You haven’t changed… Defiant. And afraid.”

Neither has he; irksome, but correct. When you come within reach he doesn’t kiss you first, but slides his hands down your backside and pushes you against his crotch, tipping his head to look you in the eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I wasn’t going to. Nah-ah, it’s gonna be you and me, clocks facing the wall… So, has your relationship…evolved?”

“We’re not married, if that’s-”

“You know what I mean.”

His directness catches you off-guard the same as always but this time it’s different; he went on to have anyone he wanted while you…

“I… No.”

“He’s a fool”, Byun snorts. “Look…” 

Opening the buttons on his trousers and pulling on the elastic of his underwear he straightens up his cock. Seeing him so proud of his voracity is a turn on and relief - someone who speaks the same language as you. 

“You haven’t looked at my cock like that since the first night you saw it”, he whispers, touching your mouth. “You’re quivering. Do you want a taste..?”

You nod without a thought of playing hard to get and go to your knees when he shoves his clothes lower. Opening your mouth as he steers himself down you first feel the smooth, rounded head slide past your lips, then the hardened length of him stretching across your tongue. Catharsis. He puts one hand against the wall, the other on the side of your head and slowly thrusts.

“Mh, you’re so hungry…”, he whispers stickily, elated about being back.

He’s right. You’d let him fuck you until you choked, let him press his cock so deep you wouldn’t have to swallow when his cum sprayed down your throat - but he doesn’t. It’s too short, but long enough to leave no doubt about whether you’ll see him again or not and you’re not alone in regretting the end; after putting his trousers back on he presses his cock.

“When can you get away?” 

¤

Even though things were much more convenient with Doctor Byun living across the lawn, the risk of being caught in a compromising situation is greatly reduced by him having his living quarters some ways away and better yet; completely detached from the Wilson’s main residence. 

Not even four breaths pass between your knocking and the turning of the locks to show Byun in a woven robe; pushing the door open, he lifts his arm for you to walk underneath.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a footman..?”, you say, taking off your coat.

He takes it, almost brusquely, and throws it on the settee behind you.

“Get your tail up to my bedroom and undress.”

He leaves no room for protest - this is what you’ve longed for.

There seems to be two personalities occupying the room; the owner's neat, up-to-date style and Doctor Byun’s messy, clothes-strewn-about one, but with his footsteps creaking on the stairs behind it’s not the time to get a closer look. Shimmying your clothes off you throw them to the side, matching the concept, and lie down on your side. When he comes into view his face isn’t what you notice. On the way up he’s opened the belt of his robe letting his naked skin show through the parting and with it, his cock. He nonchalantly shrugs it off his shoulders and gets on by the foot of the bed. Much like the first time he doesn’t say anything; crawling his way up, he raises your leg and bends down between them. His mouth is supple against your clit, but as he keeps sucking he, little by little, nudges the sensation closer to pain - you hold your breath, touch your breast - then he releases it. Watching you, he gives it a few soothing licks before burying his face.

“Mmm…shh, ah…” He groans wetly, savouring every centimeter of your pussy. “My candy store…”

Scarcely breathing, hand softly gripping the inside of your thigh, you watch him between your legs and allow yourself to be aroused by your own body.

Before you know it you’ve gone from barely moving to decisively keeping his head in place while bucking - fucking his mouth. He takes it with as much gluttony as the first time he was there, mumbling with a voice thick with lust.

“Fuck me…”, he encourages you. “Fuck me.”

His mouth is a godsend bringing you to seventh heaven even when he hardly has time to make the choice between licking, sucking and kissing; it’s all a glorious, bestial, mess. Putting his palm on your thigh he stays your movement and moves back, breathing darkly. He only stops for a moment then moves back in, flicking his pointed tongue across your entrance then dips it in and wiggles, ending with two lapping kisses.

Swiping the back of his hand across his mouth he does a semi job of wiping it dry as he climbs up, pulling you on top of him. Holding your head between his hands he goes straight in for the wet kiss, stating dominance as well as greed with his feral breathing. You’re not as sensitive as to move away anymore but instead find pleasure in the grime of everything mixing. Well aware, Byun lets go and slides his hands down your back to your butt, slightly spreading them; his length nudges just next to your entrance two-three times but then dips in.

“Oh…”, you stutter at the feel of his full cock squeezing in, making room for itself.

“You haven't been fucked good in a while…"

Smoothly as a pendulum he rounds his pelvis upwards, faintly sucking air through his teeth, exhaling with a breathy moan.

When his suspended, muted expression of lust becomes overwhelming you look above his head, but he moves his hands up to your waist and side of the neck, silently demanding you hold his gaze because - like he once said - “giving in isn’t about loud and hard, it’s about daring to enjoy”. Each slow thrust goes deeper than the previous giving away his heightening arousal and dispersing of his patience until he groans and starts clapclap-ing his cock into you; tightens his grip, juting his jaw, he fucks harder, forcing you to push back your body.

“Your pussy’s back where it belongs…”

As if now fully geared up he slides out and positions you to the side; slipping one arm around your neck, the other yanks you tightly against his crotch where he finds your entrance again. You moan and automatically lift your leg which he takes, holding as he energetically slides his cock in and out. 

“You really like this big cock, don’t you?”, he drips into your neck and snaps his hips with a grunt. When you yelp he hushes you and thrusts again.“Take it…. Mh.”

Intentional or not, his punishing rams steadily lose force but gain speed - chasing. When he pulls your neck even closer his voice is low, strict:

“Do you want my cum?”

“...Yes…”

He digs into your thigh and groans, panting:

“Here…ah, chh……ahh…”, roughly thrusting to the beat of his grunts.

¤

“Did you go with any of them from party?”

“Will you leave if I say yes?”

“No. I was just curious.”

“Oh, I know you can be a curious little cat”, he says, swatting your butt.

“I assume you mean-”

“Of course I mean your window peeping.”

“I remember you asking me to look.”

“And I remember you looking without me asking…”

“I was just getting something in my room and there you were.”

“Did you always like to watch?”

“No. I’ve never seen anyone before.”

“No..? Do you think you’d like it if you did, other than me, I mean?”

“I haven’t thought about it… It’s not as if I’d walk up to some strangers window and-”

“If they knew?” Seeing your state of confusion, he continues “Do you know The Aurora?”

“Green lights in the sky…”

He laughs and shifts his body, making room for his growing cock.

“No, the. It’s a club. People like me - like you - go there to, um…show off.”

“You’re playing with me…”

“We could be lying like this and no one would think twice about it. Over there”, he says, pointing to his desk “...a woman could be bent over, taking it from her man… Someone over there, touching herself.”

You don’t know if you can believe what he’s saying, but considering other things he knows it’s most likely true - and exhilarating in a way that goes beyond bedchamber fellatio; this, as he describes it, is truly debauched. When he puts his hand under your belly button you expect him to slide it down, but he instead puts you on the spot:

“Have you ever masturbated in front of a man?”

The word alone makes your skin prickle, how could you?

Rolling you over with his weight he pushes his mouth onto yours, licking your tongue as he puts his hand between your legs. He doesn’t rub or press, merely lets it rest there.

“Do it for me.” 

When you fail to answer he lifts his head and faintly nods then goes to one of his closets and comes back with a handkerchief dangling between his fingers.

“Have you done it?”

“If you worked up the courage to ask, I'd do it…You do it when you’re alone, don’t you?” He smirks and gently ties it around your head. “So pretend I’m not here.”

How many times haven’t you fantasized about this; touching yourself in front of him, making his cock twitch with yearning when he sees how wet you’ve made yourself? “Pretend you’re back home”, you tell yourself. “...that you’re doing what you always do”, so you scoot back and lay down on the propped up pillows, hoping it’s only with a hair's breadth he can see between your folded legs. 

Your nipples are already stiff when you run your hands over your breasts. It’s both scary and exciting knowing he’s not doing anything except watching, but the blindfold helps in relaxing you. Putting some saliva on your fingertip you then use it as you stroke your nipple - a low groan vibrates in Byun’s throat.

His approval encourages you; in slow-motion you spread your legs wide. Pressing your breast together, massaging them, you roll your pelvis, imagining what it would feel like if he pressed himself in. You slide both hands down and caress your thigh and the edge of your pussy, biting your lip while teasing yourself - teasing him - then move a finger to your entrance. You’re wet.

Knowing your indulgence turns him on, you promised yourself you’d be brave and say something dirty, so you moan stickily, lightly dipping two fingertips inside.

“I need a cock…”

Byun puts his hand on your ankle, stroking with his thumb.

“Mm, you need a good cock like mine…Push them in…”

You do what he asks, letting your fingers slowly sink in to be covered before you pump. Just like at home you press your head back and fall into the moment but this time you dare speak out loud.

“Oh…Byun…”, you whisper airily, revelling in the pleasure inside. “...Byun…”

The grip around your leg tightens when you say his name.

You spread your fingers, making sure he sees the strands of fluid on them before putting them to your clit; slowly sliding up and down, the indescribable stir makes your chest rise high. If you’d been alone you wouldn’t have stopped yourself from coming right now, but you pump in, gathering more juice, before continuing. Flicking back and forth just above your entrance creates a tacky sound - one Byun thrives on; sucking in air, groaning. You imagine him holding himself in a firm grip, unhurriedly pumping - coaxing more blood into his already stiff cock.

“Mmm, rub that pussy for me…”

His words control your fingers - moving to flick your soft clit you feel the tension in your body in an instant. Your mouth falls open with a whine.

The bed shifts, Byun’s fingers press into you.

“Ah!”

As his knuckles beat on your entrance you feel yourself drenching him inside. Frenziedly rubbing, letting the lustfully obscene dominate, you dig your heels in the mattress as your orgasm overflows-

“Good girl”, he breathes, pumping into your jerking body. “Good girl.”

When you relax back down he slides his wet fingers past your clit to cup your face.

“Perfect”, he says, then you feel his juicy lips over yours. “Mm, if you could see how hard I am.”

He takes your hand when you reach to pull the blindfold down and by the touch of his arm you can tell he’s sat down beside you. Playing with the hair in your neck he lets you - somewhat - catch your breath, then guides you head downwards. Not being able to see isn’t much of a hindrance since you have an inkling about where he’s leading you, and when you feel his cock against your lips you’re proven right.

Without hesitation you open up and let your mouth glide down. Whether it’s from his orgasm or new you don’t know but he has a distinct taste and smell of sweet semen.

“Ah… Here’s the cock you wanted…”, he says huskily, stroking your back. “Oh, that’s it…”

And it is the cock you wanted. Apart from the fleeting moment at the party the other night this is the first time you’ve had him - anyone - in your mouth in months so you’re ready to have your fill. He likes it when you take him as deep as you can, likes it when you with thirst focus on the head, but most of all he likes it when you drive your hand up and down, matching how you work your mouth. Drawing air through his teeth, he exhales, drooling:

“Mm, suck me good like that…”

He’s tight and so hard in your mouth from egging himself on and it shows in his unwillingness to pace neither you or himself - he lets you play at your own leisure, his breathing growing heavier every second until he puts his hand on your neck:

“There….uh….uh….agh-”

Your mouth fills with his warm cum, your ear with his grunt.

“Ahg…chh…swallow my cum, mh…”

¤

“I knew you’d do something like this…”, Byun huffs when you get in the car.

His tone immediately makes you insecure. You throw a glance at the driver; he shows no interest in the conversation taking place behind him - but you know the staff always delivers the latest gossip down at the pub.

“Have a cigarette before we go, Mr. Finley.”

“Certainly, Doctor. I was just craving one”, he replies and steps out of the vehicle.

“This…”, Byun says, gesturing towards your body. “You put on such airs when you’re insecure.”

For once he’s managed to hurt your feelings. True, the fur-lined coat is armour and a bit excessive, but you did take pains deciding what to wear so he’d feel good walking in with you.

“What do you think my wardrobe contains; was I to show up in my undergarments?”

“Why not? We’re not going to the theatre. Are these…”, he grabs the pendant of your necklace in his hand. “Are these diamonds?...Take it off.”

“The neck-”

“Everything.”

“Everything?” 

“Mm.” Sliding his hand behind your neck, he sucks stickily on your lips, pushing your dress up. “You’re gonna show everyone who’s got the finest pussy in town…”

Piece by piece you undress until it really is everything except your coat, and like Byun said: in passing, no one will be able to tell the difference.

“Much better. You know I prefer the unpolished doxy underneath.”, he says, slipping his hand between the buttons and circles his thumb over your nipple. Then he takes your hand and firmly caresses up and down his bulge.

“See, you already got me there…”

¤

Not only did you cross the bridge, but went further still, so not in a million years is this a place you would ever stumble across during a night on the town.

“Don’t worry about him”, Byun says as he sends the driver away, assuring you he won’t be carjacked or assaulted waiting for you. “He knows folks up the road.”

The alley doesn’t have any light except the traces from the nearby street, but he finds his way perfectly in spite of it. If it weren’t for him stopping you would’ve walked right past it; the black steel door where he knocks, a tiny slit opens and after that the whole door. At first glance it seems like any half successful dive, but…with ambiance. There’s a swinging door in black leather separating the hallway from the main area and when you reach it Byun stops, turning to you:

“It’s okay to be nervous, but don’t get scared and pretend you don’t like it. Remember, everyone here is like you and me.”

The instant he pushes the door open you’re greeted by a woman’s loud moans intermingled with an unmistakable clapping. Your eyes first land on the couple a few metres away where a man is immersed in cunnilingus, then on the source of the sound - on a dining table she lays, legs swung over his shoulders, rocking back and forth from his hard thrusting. There’s no point trying to hide the slight shock when you look at Byun but taking a breath, you nod, so he lets go of the door. 

“Drink first?”, he asks, escorting you to the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of Grand Cru, please.”

“Any white with fizz will do”, Byun interjects when the barman frowns in question “...and a whiskey, neat.”

He downs his drink in one go then reaches for the buttons of your coat. One by one he opens them and caresses your stomach with the back of his hand and an expression on his face that says he can’t wait to get started. “If he leads, you follow”, you think to yourself and swallow the remaining half of your wine in one mouthful. As you’d expect there aren’t any glaring beams - it’s all subdued, melting into the earthy browns and reds of the interior, save for a few spots with focused lights. Whether by accident or planning the space has a variety of seating options: sofas, armchairs, stools.

“Where do you wanna sit?”, he asks quietly, shoving the suspenders from his shoulders. “The dayb-”

“-aaah, ahh…”

Byun’s interrupted by the woman orgasming into the man's mouth; her tense body is something you recognize in yourself and though not pretty it stirs up your want for Byun even more. Deciding for you that the daybed is a good spot he takes you there and - barely paying the pair any mind - pulls his shirt over his head and trousers down.

All this novel hedonism leaves you at a loss about what to do, but when he sits down next to you and brushes your coat off you’re glad it’s being done. 

“I’m gonna fuck you silly”, he whispers through his kiss, pulling your thigh open. He stays stroking it, but moves his head. “Don’t be shy to watch, they like it.”

He’s right. Even though she just climaxed, the woman is clearly enjoying being taken from behind, breathing in sync with her man clapping his crotch against her ass. 

“Mmm… Look at that wet playground”, Byun says, spreading your folds.

He says it loudly enough for the couple just sitting down to hear - and indeed the man in the armchair looks on, petting the neck of the woman in front sucking his cock.

“I’m gonna show you off”, he whispers and pushes you to lay on your side and lifts your leg as he straddles the other.

Holding himself by the root he presses in. His engorged cock glides easily through your slippery juice; your longing pussy gratefully opens up for it. A soft moan - surprise at your own sensitivity towards him - slips out and leaves your mouth open as you look down. He barely goes halfway in before pulling out, then in - and out. He likes to see the moment you swallow him, likes to see the strands of juice sticking to the head of his cock when he comes back out. Today he’s being extra indecent guiding it to your swollen clit, rubbing before entirely pushing back into you.

Only his pelvis moves as he bucks back-and-forth, keeping your hip steady with his hand.

“Yeah, look at you…”, he drips, watching how his balls press up against you.

There’s a groan from the man in the chair; lavishing sweet words through hitching breaths he pumps the last bit, spurting out his cum around her open mouth. Although hearing it, Byun only sees you while his gaze becomes more fiery and his thrusting more uninhibited.

“Uh…Uh… Uh…Agh-” Gripping tightly under your knee, he stops, exhaling with a trembling bottom lip. “Not yet…ah…”

Brushing the hair from his face he takes a deep breath and glides out with a grimace, slides his hand tightly around his cock, then with a groan pushes it back in and lets it stay while the urgency subsides.

¤

“I told you no one would think twice, didn’t I?”, Byun coos, languidly kissing behind your ear.

Something catches his eye and he looks up, seemingly following someone’s movement, and raises his brows in the faintest recognition of something.

“Come with me, I want you to see something.”

When you’ve almost passed through a narrow corridor Byun stops, leaning against the wall. When the corner of the room comes into view you understand why; on a mattress lies a man with a woman riding him - over his face another one, moaning while he strokes her cheeks (and presumably something else).

Not far from you another couple watches them as well, but soon nod and smile at Byun and go further into the room.  

“Do you know them?”, you mumble as you start following.

“So, so… I see them around.”

They sit down in a lounge chair; her on top - and you lie down a few metres away; him behind. When the man spreads saliva around her anal you realise where they’re going.

“Isn’t it too dirty?”, you whisper to Byun.

“It’s not dirty. It’s filthy”, he whispers back, pushing his cock against your butt. “It’s tight and filthy. Like you.”

The holes are so close together that there’s barely any difference in positioning but worlds apart in decency - or rather indecency. The head of his cock disappears so easily and with a few slow rolls of his pelvis his entire length is squeezed in and goes in and out with familiarity as he watches her moaning, touching her breasts.

“See how she takes it..?”, Byun whispers, caressing your neck with his lips.

Undoubtedly, your interest is piqued, but you’re nowhere near interested enough to try it in front of all these people. Sensing your skepticism he lowers his voice even further:

“Even though I’d love to break you in in front of these people I don’t mean now. We’re just enjoying their show.”

“Good. But I’m not a horse, don’t talk about me like that.”

“I won’t talk at all…”, he says and starts feeling for your entrance.

Finding it, he pushes in but only rolls twice before stopping, content with being lodged inside, stroking your breast.

“Let’s just tease it…”, he whispers, pressing just a bit deeper.

But as the show picks up pace - when he spanks her, spreads her cheeks and she drips with desire at being fucked like that - Byun moves to. It’s still teasing, but he can’t help slowly sliding his cock in and out, breathing soft moans into your neck. Feeling his thigh under your hand, skin against your back, his hand delicately cupping your breast as you languidly roll in sync, his thrusting is the torturing opposite - what you crave from him is the same ferocity as the couple in front.

“You want it there? Right there?”, the man asks so lewdly as he pounds hard and she repeatedly whines “yes”.

The tremble in his voice hints at what’s in store - you grip Byun’s leg tighter and watch the man wail in sweet agony as he frantically snaps into her as he comes. His semen immediately runs when he slides out but he stops it an inch down. At first you think it’s to avoid a mess, but then he guides his fingers upwards and presses it back in - using it as lubrication he fucks her hole with his fingers, mumbling something, maybe “come for me”.

It’s enough for Byun, who rolls you over on your stomach and hugs your arms to your chest, pushing your legs apart with his own. Finally, he puts his back into it and forcefully smacks his hips against you, moaning over the sounds of colliding sweat.

“Let me fuck you like that next time”, he pants behind your ear.

“Ah…yes…”

He’s so stiff you feel every bit of him poking, stroking, stretching as he pushes his forehead into the back of your head.

“On your knees”, he pants, scarcely giving you time to move; pulling you up by the hips, he shoves his cock back in and continues - faster. “Uh!”

His groan is so loud everyone must’ve taken notice. It doesn’t matter that his savage ramming is bruising or that it makes you jerk back-and-forth in an undomesticated manner - being the center of his boundless carnal desire and big cock is all you care about. 

“I’m gonna fill you up good…mh…”

His fingers dig deeper.

The thrusts get shorter.

And shorter.

“Ahh...U-hh..U-hh……mm, yeah that’s it…”, he grunts foully, rolling his crotch against your pussy. “Take my cum…” 

Humming with contentment he strokes your cheeks as he sways back and forth. When he pulls out he asks you to lay on your back - displayed for anyone who wants a look.

Putting his hands lower on your cheeks than you’re used to he slides his thumbs inward and pulls ever so slightly before covering your anal with his kiss. He purrs with delight when you gasp, letting his tongue glide with his lips then points it and swipes. It's different, but so good - his cum pushes out when your muscles clench.

“You got all of that but need more”, he says, putting his arm around your thigh to spread your folds. His gaze is piercing and full of eros when he puts his wet mouth around your clit. Barely using any pressure he lets them slide off the slippery surface, then gently caresses with his tongue. “You’re so swollen…Insatiable…”

His words and actions embarrass you just enough to make you feel ‘indecent but too intoxicated by pleasure to stop’. Hidden away in this dungeon you like how the others watch as they pump themselves or fuck, being turned on by your performance. 

“Mmm, how’d you get like this…”, he teases as he runs his fingers alongside your clit, placing sucking kisses just underneath. 

Bringing your hand to your breasts, letting the nipples peek out through your fingers you stroke and moan to him:

“Lick me, Byun…”

It makes him groan with satisfaction and move his tongue to your entrance where he licks, unafraid to taste his own cum, before pushing two fingers in - not pumping - just making small circles with them. It stirs up a deeper dimension of pleasure, one enhanced by the soft press of his hand just underneath and is crowned when he flicks his tongue over your clit again - this time accompanied by his fingers brushing up top. His sensitivity to your oncoming orgasm is extraordinary; the choppier you breathe - the hotter he breathes out; the more tense you get - the wilder he becomes. Pumping his hand, flicking his fingers, his dripping, rubbing tongue tells you to come for him. 

You look him straight in the eye when he pushes you over the edge - it’s an ugly thing, how you whine inside your closed mouth, how you push his head closer to your jerking body when he sucks on your aching clit. 

Even when you relax - exhausted - you still want him. Spreading your folds you roll your hips so he licks along your clit.

“Ah…”

He comes up with a satisfied smile and envelops your lips with his, sucking softly but passionately. His scalp is damp under your fingertips and his body warm. You feel for his arm and guide it back between your legs.

“Mm…insatiable…”, he mumbles, leisurely moving in and out.

¤

It’d been on your mind - bordering on monomania - ever since you and Andilet had a chance meeting with Byun at the department store last week. Letting one another have a peek in the other’s bags, as one does, Andilet had remarked on Byun’s bottle of oil who gave the explanation that it’s for the homemade ointments and balms he makes for his patrons - plausible. But as you were leaving he brushed your elbow.

“It’s for you.”

¤

“Hm? You want me to fuck this filthy little hole?” , he asks, massaging oil around it. 

You have true nerves, but a stronger will to get over it, to be able to enjoy the way you saw the woman at The Aurora do and Byun’s reassurances and caresses on your thighs help in getting you to relax. He drizzles a generous amount of oil on his length and spreads it out with a firm grip. The oil makes him glossy and juicy so when he steers it down and puts the head of his cock against your anal you’re eager to get started. 

When he begins pressing in you wonder if it’ll be possible, but when you feel your muscles opening up to his rich lubrication and painstaking nudges back and forth you know it will. When his balls at last press against you he brings his hands to your thighs with a low moan - the way he intently focuses on watching his cock go in and out somehow makes you feel bashful.  

“Don’t be ashamed…”, he says and slides his hands to your waist ”Ah…I’m dirty too.”

When you touch his wrist he lays down on his arms, teasing his lips over yours:

“You like being taken in the ass…” His abdomen presses down with the rolling of his body “...sucking me in so good.”

His glutes are taut and firm when your fingers dig in to show him he’s right; an act that makes him hungrily push his hot mouth against yours and thrust faster.

His continuous sticky groans are what some would call unseemly; the way he loosely holds your hair and presses out long, deep “uuuuh”-s into your ear while energetically bucking.

“Mm, this tight hole has been waiting for a big cock…”,  he whispers lewdly. “chh…I’m gonna shower it well…ah…ah…”

Sliding one hand under your cheek he slightly raises it and buries his head in your neck. He only speaks in grunts and breaths, pressing his forehead harder the harder he exhales - then gasps, digging into your cheek.

“Aagh…agh, agh…uh, that’s it, that’s it…ah….”, he groans and stutters, smacking his groin against your ass, then pushes your shoulders down and his cock even deeper. He gathers your hair in his hand, forcing you to look at him; covered in sweat and dark tresses dangling around his face, the dim light makes him a true - panting - Adonis. Even though the stimulation makes his stomach twitch he prolongs the come down, breathing into your mouth; he thrusts, and slides back as he relaxes, thrusts, and slides back…

¤

“Let me guess. Your heart’s racing?”, Byun asks cheekily when you put his stethoscope to your chest.

“Actually, Doctor… I can’t hear a thing. Guess I really am heartless.”

“Oh, you’re not that bad, darling.”

His jape puts you off in an instant. 

“You shouldn’t make jokes, he’s a far better man than you.”

“Then why aren’t you in his bed?” 

Without thinking you hurl the stethoscope at him. He’s quick enough to catch, but you can tell it hurts when the bell hits his elbow - there’s tremendous anger in his eyes when he flings it to the side. Your throat closes, your hands tremble.

“Oh, you’ve got me figured wrong if you think your pretty looks gets you off the hook…”, he warns cooly. 

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get over here.”

Like a bolt from the sky his instruction makes it beat between your legs and seeing how his cock wakes up you’re not frightened any longer, only drenched in nerves. He briskly gets up and guides you by a firm grip around your arm and when you sit down on the bed he gets back as well; not saying anything he kneels in front of you. At eye-level and saturated in dominance his cock makes too a compellingly lustful case to deny - placing one hand on his hip, the other around the root, you take him in your mouth. Understanding the play you look up at him with eyes full of atonement, making sure to take him as deep as you can, feeling him grow harder as you do. His eyes stay dark as slate but his jaw is tense with enjoyment, and when you start sucking harder and pumping he lets out a husky breath. As if you can’t get enough - you can’t get enough - you unintentionally moan all throughout; pressing your lips tight, letting them slide off the head over and over, pumping, then sliding deep down again… 

 “Yeah, you get it. That mouth of yours isn’t meant for talking - it’s there to suck my cock”, he says and gathers your hair loosely behind your head, away from your face. “Keep sucking that cock good…”

How can his words make you squirm and flutter at the same time? You want to prove that you’re not putty in his hands - you want to do what he tells you to in whatever way he tells it. His breathing becomes so hard you can hear the saliva on his tongue when he inhales and it doesn’t take long before he pulls away with a husky sigh.

“Open up.”

When you do, he presses his balls against your mouth, so you close around it, softly dragging your lips across the one, then the other while he grunts from the delicate pleasure, not taking his eyes off of you while he pumps the top of his length.

“Now lean back.”

When you do, supported by his propped up pillows, he takes your hands and folds them around the metal bar of the headboard and spreads your thighs wide, admiring the state of your pussy. Sucking him has made you so wet he doesn’t have to nudge, but directly presses his entire length in without any resistance; closing his hands around the bar just next to yours, he starts thrusting:

“I’m gonna have to pound that unruly attitude out of you…”

And how he means it. Not sacrificing either speed or power he ferociously bounces in and out. His forceful energy makes his rough handling feel like you’re stripped of all control and releases a wantonness unlike previous times. If you had the courage you’d say those nasty things he does, tell him “fuck me” until you ran out of breath. But it’s not only that - the impact of his shaft sends vibrations from your entrance downwards, like a secret pleasure amidst his lesson. 

“Yeah, you like being punished…”, he growls above your face. “...like being fucked hard…. mmm, like this…” 

Saliva from his laboured breathing lands on your neck.

His hands clamp down hard over yours.

His body goes tense, trembling…then:

“Agh!…Agh…Agh…”, a roaring groan as he comes, rolling so ferally he almost lifts your hips while releasing his cum. Letting go of your hands, he hugs you tightly and slams his pelvis deep, making sure to empty himself of every last drop.

His heart is beating so hard against your chest it could be your own. You know exactly how he feels; burning up but too exhausted to move, so he stays hugging you, grunting while your stomachs press close trying to breathe. You swallow hard.

“Don’t you have a fan?...And water?”

He groans into your shoulder meaning “yes”, then lazily points.

“But you did me so good the room might flood if I pull out…”

¤

“Oh, shoot..!”

“Hey, hey, hey..! Where are you off to?”, Byun asks when you start getting dressed.

“Andi-... I have to get back.”

When he gets off the bed you already have a script to stop him from convincing you to stay, but he doesn’t; grabbing his robe, he leaves the room - leaving you to wonder if your sudden departure has set him off.

When he comes back he waits by the doorway, obviously not upset.

“Mr. Finley will take you. He’s discreet.”

“So all I have to do is make sure no one sees my hair or makeup…or body…”

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit sore.”

“If you're still sore in a few days you ought to see a doctor”, he smiles, closing your dress at the back.

“Is that so..?”

“M-hm...” His kiss is wet and slow, like inhaling. “I hear there’s an excellent one in the area…”

¤¤

#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #BBH-NET

[littledemondani]

girl I would love if you could contin that Duncan x reader x Andy stuff 😭✨❤️ Ir looks promising!! Like maybe fluffy stuff???

forgive me if this sucks, i’m a lil rusty 😭😩 BUT i’m so glad you asked for this. i had been meaning to write something else for this pairing!

for those who are a confused, here’s the full fic where i introduced the concept of duncan x reader x andy.

i really hope y’all enjoy this 🫶🏻

//

Six weeks had gone by since the sex party where you and Andy met Duncan. You hadn't expected anything more to come after that night, figuring what happens at a sex party stays at a sex party, so it came as a complete shock to you (and to Andy) when Duncan reached out the next day and asked you both out to dinner. Since that night, the three of you had become inseparable. Duncan would often times fly out to L.A. to stay with you all for a couple of days, or you all would fly to Washington, D.C.

Almost every single one of those encounters ended up with the three of you fucking until you were all overstimulated and completely exhausted. Not that any of you minded. You wouldn't have it any other way.

And this particular trip was no different.

Duncan sat on the chair next to his bed, stroking his cock as he watched Andy eat your pussy. Your head tilted back against the pillows at the feel of him pressing his tongue inside of you, moaning a soft 'fuck.' You tug on Andy's brunette curls, signaling to him that you were close to your release.

The difference between the way the two men ate you out was like night and day. Andy takes his time kissing, licking, and sucking on your cunt, wanting to draw out your pleasure for as long as he can - whereas Duncan gets straight to the point. He almost never goes slowly and always seems like he's on a mission to make you cum as many times as possible. It took some time getting used to Duncan's style, but eventually you found yourself craving him just as much as you do Andy.

Before you can even let out a warning, your orgasm rolls through you in waves, clit pulsing in Andy's mouth while he sucks you through your high. A string of expletives leaves your kiss bitten lips as you come down from your third orgasm of the night. Off to the side of you, you can hear the wet sounds of Duncan pumping his cock until he also cums, and you turn your head to the side to catch a glimpse.

His face is contorted in pleasure; cock and balls seizing as ropes of his cum paint his stomach. He fucks into his hand to prolong his own pleasure, only stopping once it's subsided. He pants heavily as he peers at you and Andy through hooded lids, a slight smirk on his features.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Andy says, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated clit before reluctantly pulling away from you. He comes back with a small, wet towel and gently wipes off the mess from your pussy. Duncan gets up from the chair and heads over to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he returns, he has one of his old college T-shirts in hand, and helps you into it once Andy is done wiping you down.

After the three of you are ready for bed, you lay between the two men, and Duncan immediately pulls you into his left side. Andy comes up behind you, resting his head on the pillow while his arm snakes around your waist. You lay in silence for who knows how long before Duncan finally breaks it.

"How do you both feel about making this...permanent?"

It takes a minute for you to process his question. You had been wondering how long it would take for that to happen, and contemplated if it even would. Duncan is high-profile, one of D.C.'s elite, and if anyone found out about his private life, then it wouldn't look good for him politically…considering he eventually wants to run for senator.

Andy is the first to speak, his Australian accent piercing through the thick, heavy air.

“We have no problems with that,” he says, gently squeezing your hand that has somehow managed to find its way into his. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you say with a soft smile on your features. “We’ve both been wanting this for a while now..just didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

Duncan turns his head to face you and Andy, a wide grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t fly across the country to see you if I didn’t feel the same,” he says, brushing his thumb over your cheek before running his hand down Andy’s arm. “I want this. Truly.”

//

tagging: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @lovelylangdonx @rainylana @michaelsoutpost @7-wonders

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd fanfic #andy dolan #andy dolan x reader #andy dolan imagine #andy dolan fanfic #duncan shepherd x reader x andy dolan #michael langdon #xavier plympton #jim mason #stan vogel #valiant thor

[langdxn]

How do you think the Cody’s would react to you getting pregnant when your relationship was still pretty new?

awh surely the boys are good fathers no matter what, right? sneaking this under a cut because i got carried away

Every aspect of Outpost!Michael’s life is so heavily planned and orchestrated that, by the time he’s brought about the end of the world and established the apocalyptic outposts, the thought of starting a family is well beyond his mind. Nevertheless, his arrival at Outpost 3 led him to you: the enchanting gray he didn’t remember from the occupant lists. Your gradual back-and-forth flirting over the common room over two weeks led you falling head over heels into the most romantic, steamy and intense relationship of your lives — but was that all down to the isolation, living in close proximity underground every hour of the day?

It seems your nerves as you stuttered out your secret at the end of Michael’s stressful interview day were completely justified, judging by the blank expression on his face. “Pregnant?” He repeated sternly as he rubbed his temple. “You’re aware we’re facing the end of humanity as we know it, and you’re bringing another life into this barren husk of a world?” His brows knitted tightly together as he computed the situation before him, gaze darting around his bronzed office before falling back to your eyes.

“But the baby is mine?” A grin curled the corner of his lips ever so slightly as realisation sunk in, lunging forward to grasp your hand over his desk. “Then we have nine months to get to know each other properly before we have another life to get to know too.”

---

The spontaneity of Xavier Plympton’s life up until this moment has taken him to some extraordinary places: experimenting with drugs, shooting gay porn, even counseling at Camp Redwood for a summer he thought would be safe and peaceful. He invited you along for the sole purpose of showing off his new girl to his closest friends, introducing you by way of shoving you all together in a deserted summer camp to get to know one another.

As Xavier thoughtfully plates up breakfast around the campfire for everyone, there’s no hiding the excitement glowing across his countenance, brightening his cheeks and planting that special glisten in his eyes. However, catching sight of the greasy fried egg on your plate sends you racing back to the girls’ cabin — your first sign of morning sickness has arrived. Blissfully unaware of your condition and assuming you’d simply forgotten something in your bunk, Xavier begins his announcement while idly bouncing on the balls of his feet: “I’m sure you’ll all get a chance to speak to Y/N while we’re here, but I wanted you to be the first to know we’re officially together as of today!”

“And she’s pregnant already, doofus,” Montana jibes with a roll of her eyes, jabbing a finger in the direction you darted and couldn’t be seen for dust. “I’ve seen this happen a thousand times over, you knocked her up on the first time, Plympton!”

Xavier pauses, staring into the middle distance for a moment. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb moment struck him, he grins even wider and chuckles to himself. “I’m gonna be a dad and a Hollywood actor? This summer is so fucking rad!”

---

There’s no way of skirting around it — family is a very sensitive subject around Duncan Shepherd. Not that you could consider your impending motherhood much of a family when the father of your unborn child is your soon-to-be-divorced boss at the Shepherd Freedom Foundation. The nights you spent rolling around atop his desk when the office was empty couldn’t ever be the starting line for a genuine family unit, could it? As far as you were aware, your pussy was merely a gateway drug to letting out his frustrations of his messy divorce. He’d been married for 7 years and they had no children to show for it, was he even the fatherly type?

Duncan’s gaze caught yours as you grabbed your bag from beneath your desk, heading to the doctors for your first checkup of yours and your baby’s health, but you forced his image out of your mind. You promised yourself you’d tell the expectant father closer to your 12-week scan in hopes you could gather further information on his promise as a dad in the meantime. Once you headed for the door, Duncan grasped your arm and pulled you in to kiss you in front of the entire office, faces behind desks frozen in shock, a deep red flushing your own cheeks while he leaned in to deepen your connection.

“I know,” he muttered indicatively into your mouth as you parted lips and he guided you to the exit, an arm tightly wrapped around your waist. “Penny saw your pregnancy test in the office restroom when you left. Be honest with me, is the baby mine?” You meekly nodded as he ushered you around a corner and through the front doors. “Then consider this your last day in the office, you won’t have to work a day while you’re carrying my child.” He drew to a halt as you reached the busy sidewalk, his free hand gently planting into the plane of your abdomen, as flat as it would be for the next nine months. “Don’t worry, I’ll be paying to keep you both safe and happy. You’re a Shepherd now, and Shepherds look after each other.”

----

The most paternal surfer boy this side of Bali, Jim Mason warms to the idea of becoming a father immediately. Who cares that you’d only been seeing each other for two months before the condom broke in the midst of an intense session up against the rocks on the beach bathed in the glow of a particularly beautiful sunset? On reflection, it was quite possibly the most romantic setting in which to make a baby, stealing chaste kisses and panting breathless declarations of love in between. Those same hushed affections spilled from his lips when you told him you were pregnant, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around like an ecstatic carousel. The blissful happiness lasted a month and a half, until one evening the deafening silence around the house suggested your boyfriend was still at the beach.

Wandering down to the shore, you spotted a familiar form hunched over at the water’s edge, head between his legs and his arched back pulsing as if he was sobbing. As you approached, his gentle weeping nearly drowned out by the crashing surf, it became clear that this breakdown was a side of Jim you’d never seen before, a change that exposed a weakness in him. He noticed your approaching footfalls as the sand squished beneath you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered under ragged breaths. “I can’t, I… I’m never going to be a good father!” He sobbed weakly as you perched beside him, draping a sympathetic arm over his shoulder. “I’ll fuck it all up, just like my dad fucked it all up with me and Medina.” His head instinctively dipped into you, leaning over and pressing his weight against you. “I’m scared, I’m scared I won’t be good enough.”

Of course, what he doesn’t understand in this moment is that the simple fact he’s concerned about how good a father he’ll be already proves he’ll be a better father than his own. Suddenly, his sniffing ceased, raising his head to gaze into your eyes through a tear-blurred haze. “We… we can do this together, right? As long as I’ve got you, we can do anything.”

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When he first found out you were expecting his baby, Richard fell silent again. His bad dreams intensified, leaving him a quivering, frantic shell of his former self squirming in bed beside you. What could be so terrifying to him, the thought of becoming a father at such a young age? Or of being tied to the girl he only met a month ago over a heated exchange in the clinic lounge concerning the TV channel of choice on a Friday night?

As he writhed among the sheets, you reached out a hand to rest on his chest and reassured him between weak whimpers escaping his lips. “They’re… they’re coming,” he stuttered in a panic, “baby… they’re coming for our baby!” His knees flailed about, scuffing up the sheets and shaking with fear. “Don’t… don’t touch her,” he exclaimed defiantly, balling his fists at his side and drawing his bottom lip between clenched teeth. “Leave my daughter alone!” Suddenly, his fidgeting ceased, his fingers unfurled and his features melted down from their raging skewed frown to a peaceful, serene half-smile.

Without warning, his hand journeyed behind your head and scooped around your shoulders, drawing you in and holding you as close as physically possible — all without opening his eyes, almost as if he were still locked inside his dreamscape. His other hand cupped the back of your head and pressed your face into his chest. “Stay away from my girls, they’re mine.”

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Meeting Andy Dolan at his sickeningly excessive birthday party and bonding over your shared adoration of cocaine wasn’t the ideal foundation for a family. In fact, it wasn’t any foundation for a family. Hiding from the paparazzi was a full-time job for the actor with whom you had somehow fallen into a casual relationship, he always felt distant and preoccupied, glaring out of every passing window and obsessing over internet searches. He was already struggling to handle his crumbling connection with his child and his bitter divorce, so you figured his only feasible response to discovering he’d already knocked up his new partner wouldn’t be a happy one, particularly given the cold stare he flashed at you for turning down his offer of a line as you chilled out the night before.

Hoping Andy was suitably distracted by rehearsing for an upcoming screen test, you aimed to sneak out of the mansion and head straight for the clinic, your mind sufficiently made up that you couldn’t keep this baby, least of all raise it in the shattered environment around you. Reaching the gates and waiting for the doorman to operate the electronics, your mission had succeeded up until a hand curled around your wrist and spun you on your heels to front the skewed rage on Andy’s face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His words spat through gritted teeth. “Did you think you’d get away with this, huh? Getting rid of my baby without even telling me?!” You had no chance to defend yourself or question how he found out before he launched into another tirade. “You think I won’t be a good father? Because I’m always off my face in one capacity or another?”

His grip weakened on your forearm for his hand to slip down your wrist and entwined his fingers with yours, the other reaching up to cup the back of your neck as his voice softened. “The coke? Gone. It’s gone. I’ll go back to the wellness centre and do it properly this time. Just please, please don’t get rid of our baby? Give me a chance to be a proper dad this time?”

#outpost!michael x reader #xavier plympton x reader #andy dolan x reader #jim mason x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #richard x reader #eden on stan #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #the tribes of palos verdes #house of cards #the last time i saw richard #cody fern fanfiction #cody fern imagines #andy dolan fluff #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fluff #jim mason fluff #duncan shepherd fluff #richard fluff

[kissxmedeadly]

« I gasp, and I’m Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he’s the serpent, and I cannot resist.»

#okay but imagine this is a gifset from an x reader fic AHHHH #you and your bestie have crashed his bday party and he's about to call the security #BUT when he does notice you AHHH #the fucking spark #can y'all imagine being looked at like THAT #FUCK #especially that stare from the gif i didnt add here oof #cody fern #my gifs #andy dolan #eden spoilers #cody fern gifs #eden #andy dolan gifs #eden on stan #andy dolan x reader #duncan shepherd

[eclipsedpascal]

You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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Thank you sm for reading!!🥺💗

Tags: @celestialrequiem @ntxoza @dark-mei-rose @sojournmichael @blakescoven @ritualmichael @ghostangels @fernfiction @ferndolan @brattylovee @7-wonders @angelicmichael @melodylangdon @brooklinn13 @kitty4860 @lavenderahs @michaellangdonstanaccount @9layerdevilfoodcake @chicaluna2410 @plymptxn-reborn I've just tagged anyone who I thought might be interested as per usual, but if you would to be removed feel free to let me know!! you can also lemme know if you would like to be added to the tag list too:)

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[wroteclassicaly]

Below, you will find my complete Cody Fern Characters masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE! The character of Michael Langdon will have an individual masterlist, the rest will be listed below, and as they are written!

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AHS Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

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Michael Langdon Masterlist

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Andy Dolan:

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #1 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #2 💔

Andy Dolan x Fem!Reader - Angst Prompt #3 💔❤️‍🔥

Andy Dolan - Headcanons w/ Virgin!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Waves of Blue - ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Jim Mason:

Rocking Into It ❤️‍🔥

Motion - (Jim Mason x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series )

Chapter One Teaser 💝

Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥💔💝

Secondary Future Teaser ❤️‍🔥

Duncan Shepherd:

Duncan taking care of you when you’re sick - (Headcanon)💝

Soft sex with Duncan - (Headcanon) 💝❤️‍🔥

Valiant Thor:

Valiant Thor x Fem!Reader - ❤️‍🔥

Stan Vogel:

My Cabin - ❤️‍🔥

Xavier Plympton:

Ride - ❤️‍🔥

Dibs - (Xavier Plympton x Plus sized Fem!Reader Series)

Chapter One

Crossovers:

Listen to That - (Duncan Shepherd x Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader Series) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Thomas Browne:

coming SOON

#my writing #kristenwrites #my work #michael langdon #duncan shepherd #jim mason #andy dolan #xavier plympton #valiant thor #stan vogel #ahs #ahsfx #american horror story #ahs8 #ahs 10 #ahs: apocalypse #american horror stories #ahs: 1984 #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon fic #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #xavier plympton x reader #jim mason x reader #andy dolan x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #ahs fanfiction #ahs fic #ahs apocalypse fanfiction

[king-with-no-crovvn]

I’ve had this lingering idea for years of a gothic horror romance with Michael and reader a la Jack the Ripper/From Hell…

Royalty, intrigue, arranged marriages, a brooding younger prince, death, seduction…

Would anyone be interested in reading something of that nature?

#michael langdon #xavier plympton #cody fern #andy dolan #duncan shepherd #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon fanfiction #ahs 1984 #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you

[fckinsupreme]

can u do andy jacking off while thinking abt the reader and what he would do to her? love ur writing btw <3

A visit from Andy’s old friend Y/F/N Y/L/N was long overdue, and it was one that Andy had been counting down.

How many years had it been now, since they last saw one another? Two? Three? Andy couldn’t remember; all he knew was the happiness at seeing her again. A visit from her, it seemed, was just what the doctor had ordered for his limited joy nowadays. When she finally came, the pay off for years’ absence was worth it. Seeing Y/N in all of her glory, noticing the glow in her skin, that smile on her face, was more intoxicating than any drink or drug could ever hope to be.

Their days of acting together left Andy joyful, and while his own career was in the tank, hers was thriving. He was happy for her, another rarity for him these days. Usually he was bitter for what he had lost, but not where Y/N was concerned. She was one of the very few people he allowed in and didn’t close out, and one of the few who stuck by him through all of his bullshit. If that wasn’t a true friend, then what was? Then there was the feelings he had always harbored for her, and the way he felt with her every time they were together. He had no idea how deeply his feelings for her truly ran, but he knew that he must act quickly.

Tonight, he was lying in his bed after they spent the day swimming and drinking afterwards, watching the setting sun from the pool deck. His mind began to turn to the day’s events, and how good Y/N had looked. He could see the bikini she wore—one that left very little to the imagination on both the top and bottom. It was probably as scantily clad as he had ever seen her, and it was something that he had not expected. He knew her body was probably amazing, but he had no idea how true that was until he had seen it like that. And at the very thought of that alone, his boxers grew tight, and his balls began to throb uncomfortably.

“Shit,” he hissed, palming himself over his boxers with a soft whimper.

Scenes of the day play in his mind, and he closes his eyes against them. He can see her, with her skin shining in the sun, her breasts glittering with a sheen of sweat and almost fully exposed in the bikini top. He can see her standing up to get a drink of water, walking away from him, her ass shaking as if on purpose as she moved. He whines softly, hissing as he gives in to the temptation to touch himself even more. He keeps palming himself, but applies a bit more pressure, his eyes still closed as his breathing comes in tiny pants.

And then he is imagining her in the pool. He can see the water dripping from her breasts, the way it dipped into her collarbones, the way the sun shone in her wet, slicked back hair. He could also see clearly, in his mind, her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her bikini. He groans again, tugging his full erection from his boxers and beginning to jerk himself off to the very thought of it. He can still smell her skin, an intoxicating mix of chlorine and floral perfume, and can feel the way her fingers brushed against his skin. This caused an influx of other thoughts, ones that weren’t entirely unwelcome. He imagined himself pulling her body close to his, feeling the wet warmth of her skin against his, smelling the sun-kissed scent of her skin. He imagined burying his face in her neck, kissing it roughly as she moaned her appreciation in his ear, her hands clawing at his hair. He imagined feeling her breasts pressed against his chest, now completely out as her movement & the water of the pool finished removing the bikini top. He can see himself taking her nipple between his lips, sucking and tugging with his teeth, hearing her mewl and feeling the nipple hardening under his relentless touch.

“Fucking shit,” he moans, increasing the speed of his movements as he feels his balls begin to tighten.

The scene in his mind changes, and now she is lying back on one of the poolside chairs. He is kneeling between her legs, tasting her, relishing in the way she moaned and pulled his hair. He wondered if she tasted sweet, if she would be the best tasting pussy he ever had, and he had an inkling that she could be. He pictures how good she would look from his position on the ground, her breasts heaving, her face twisted in pleasure, and his hand works faster. He makes a neat fist around his hard, throbbing cock, moving it up, then back down, slowly at first and then increasing the pace.

It isn’t the image of him eating her pussy that gets him off, nor is it the one that immediately follows of her sucking his cock. The winner was the image of him fucking her, of how warm, tight, and wet she would feel bouncing on his cock by the side of the pool. How fast she did it, how hard, how her tits bounced with every slam of her hips. His hands ran over them, then down her hips, then her clit as he thrust up to meet her movements, and then he was cumming, thick ropes of it spurting between his fingers and into his fist as he groans filthily. His lashes flutter, his chest moves, his eyes squeeze shut, and he rides out the aftershocks with her on his mind.

He takes several minutes to himself, coming back down from his high and enjoying the ride. The thought of her still would not leave his head, despite his orgasm, and a smirk dances across his face as he lights a cigarette. He inhales, slowly breathing out the smoke as the smirk widens. She had several days left of her visit; what if he invited her over tomorrow, and tried his luck? There was a chance she would not be on board, but what if she was? Why let that opportunity pass him by so easily and so foolishly?

He flicks his ashes into the ashtray, his mind turning over the many beautiful possibilities.

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#I’m sorry this turned out so bad!! #it was also my first time writing for Andy! #andy dolan #andy dolan x reader #andy dolan blurb #andy dolan imagine

[angelicmichael]

my mind forgets to remind me - you're a bad idea w andy 😳👉👈

A/N: Thank u sm for sending this!! You had no idea how happy this made me to write :’) I’m sorry it took me a min tho lmao. The prompt is from Eva’s taylor swift prompt list 😌, but also - I tried to make this fluffy but there is some angst 🤐 actually a lot of angst.. I’m so sorry djdjd. The dynamic /overall relationship is very much like my other Andy fic ngl.. which I wanted to point out haha. This is also probably the most unedited thing ive ever uploaded so plz dont judge my writing too harshly 😭 Otherwise enjoy! <3

Warnings: kinda slow burn?, pining, angstt, Hedwig slander, brief conflict, some fluff hehe, friends to lovers, jealous! reader

You heard the rumors.

Andy Dolan was with Hedwig.

To be completely honest; even without the rumors it was painfully obvious how much truth those words had behind them.. You saw how they acted together. How Andy’s eyes, which were normally filled with torment, finally got some light to them whenever he looked at her; how he was so careful to never disagree with a single fucking word she said or demand she made.. happy to oblige as long as it meant she was his and wouldn’t leave him.

It made you sick.

You hated the kind of person Andy Dolan was making you become.. Seeing your best friend with someone like Hedwig, so selfish and narrow minded made you beyond pissed. But regardless; anger wasn’t the main emotion that you felt when you were with Andy. That was only a result of seeing him with someone else.. someone who wasn’t you.

Trying to deny your feelings was redundant but so was the obvious truth; that he was with Hedwig.

It was something that even though you were nearly positive was certain, you were terrified to confront him over. You were scared that you would finally be the one he would take his anger out on.. He would finally get tired of seeing you and entertaining your prescience when he had no real reason too.

After all; you knew why he commonly enjoyed the presence of Women.. and now that he was taken, you weren’t needed.

Simple as that.

Or that’s what you feared, anyway. That wasn’t actually reality.

Andy Dolan (to your surprise) invited you over for the night.. something that you really thought nothing of until you saw him.

He looked serious; something that was not uncharacteristic of him but it still kept you on edge. Perhaps because you were waiting for him to speak.. wanting desperately to know why Andy had chosen to call you and not Hedwig.

“I’m sorry for calling you over so late,” He started.

He avoided eye contact.. pacing around his room as he stood over currently one of his nightstands.. you sat on his bed - paranoia still clouding your fair judgement.

“It’s okay,” you said.. even though it really wasn’t.

You wanted him to turn around. To make eye contact with you and to tell you directly why exactly he had chosen to call you over, because that reason was starting to become painfully obvious.

“I just couldn’t sleep,” He turned around, his gaze slowly averting from the floor to meet yours. You struggled to see whether he was actually looking at you or not since the lights were off - leaving the two of you in a completely dark room.

You stayed silent for a moment - quietly calculating what you wanted to say next and how you wanted to say it.

Was it insomnia that kept him up?? Nightmares?? And why wasn’t he calling Hedwig or some other girl to help him with this issue?

Why you?

Why now?

“Andy.. since when did you ever have insomnia?” You confronted him carefully.

His eyes, which finally started to come into focus, peered up at you almost in a guilty manner.. as if you had caught him straight in a lie.

You were scared of being too direct at first. Scared that you would set him off and he would ‘force’ you to leave and that would be that.. Because even though being next to Andy was torture; being next to him like this.. in the dark, late at night with no one else around where you two could just talk.. was all that you ever wanted, as corny as it kinda sounded.

“You think I’m lying?” He bit back.

“I never said that, I just.. I don’t know why you would choose to call me instead of someone else-“

“I can’t call Hedwig for everything, (y/n). She only likes to stick around when she’s getting paid,” He says with a snort.

You bit your lip when you heard him say her name.. ‘Hedwig’. He knew exactly what you were getting at.

Fuck.

You wanted to apologize for being irrational and for jumping to conclusions but you didn’t. Apologizing felt wrong in this situation.. this wasn’t about you.

“How did you know I meant Hedwig?” You inquired wholeheartedly.

You could now make out the entire dim outline of his body as he continued to stand by his nightstand, watching you for any sudden movements or - really movement at all.

It was completely unbeknownst to you but Andy felt terrified.

Anxiety was never a feeling he was ever completely unaccustomed too; the constant burden and paranoia of everyone he ever remotely liked leaving him was a reality he had to face more than twice.. perhaps even more now if he actually followed through on his plans tonight, with you.

The paralyzing fear he felt that only grew stronger with every step he took closer to you was nearly too much.. it threatened to consume him - nearly bringing tears to his eyes just at the mere thought of you leaving and rejecting him.

He never felt more fucking ridiculous and dramatic in his life.

“Why do you care so much about Hedwig? I sure don’t, She never gave a fuck about me.. not really. After all - there’s a reason I chose to call you.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your reason?” You challenged.

You expected for him to recite some bullshit he didn’t really mean. Something to make the two of you feel a bit better about the current predicament you were in but, his next words were sweeter and softer than anything you were willing to anticipate.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly approached you. He was realistically only a few steps away but every step he took seemed to take a eternity.. like he couldn’t possibly get to you soon enough while simultaneously being too far away.

His steps continued until his feet bumped into yours - his sock covered feet accidentally bumping into your shoes.

Suddenly confused at the sudden accident.. you tilted your head up unexpectedly, before catching his gaze only briefly before you did the unthinkable.. pressing your lips to his in something that was just short of a rational decision.

You waited at first for him to pull away - scared to let yourself become fully swept away by the moment but.. it happened anyway.

Andy’s hands quickly touched your back as his lips started to move slowly and sweetly against yours. Seemingly savoring every moment he now had with you; one that perhaps he thought too, would never get a chance to experience.

You pulled away just before you felt him try to deepen the kiss even further. Only to take a deep, steady breath before leaning in once more. Not letting your brain necessarily control your movements anymore but rather letting your heart take over instead.

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