#andy dolan fanfic

[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





[orienteddreamerrr]

Since I finished that show Eden (which was pretty interesting) here is a little drabble I made of Andy Dolan (Cody Fern):

(Very Short)

Rating: PG-13 for…brief drug use, brief language but fluffy towards the end!

Going to Andy’s parties were either wild or just laid back. Depending on how big the crowd can be. This party was somewhat big. Walking through Andy’s mansion, you were trying to find him, seeing he was in the lounge smoking on a blunt. You sit next to him, seeing him automatically handing the joint over to you as you take a puff. You hand it back to him as he takes it, taking a puff too. “I may be going on a trip Andy…to Sydney…”, Andy looks to you as you say those words, his brows furrowing. “How long?”, You sigh at this. “A few weeks…”, Andy sinks into the cushions of the couch, taking another long drag. You turn to face him, taking his hand. “I promise to come back…okay? It’s not like I’m leaving for good…”,

He slowly puffs out his smoke as he glances to you again. He sits up to meet your gaze. You could tell his mood had shifted. “Be careful…”, He only says, standing to his feet to walk away, but you stand to your feet as well to stop him. “Andy…don’t take this personal!”, Andy yanks his arm from your grasp, raising his voice slightly. “It IS fucking personal!”, Certain people nearby were taking quick glances at you both. You couldn’t help but flinch. “Andy I told you, I promise you, I would come back okay? It’s just a few weeks…”,

The drugs Andy may have taken from before were already kicking in for him as he was staggering a little. He sighs, staying silent for a moment before he takes hold of your arm, in a gentle manner. “Just…please…come back…”, You nod at his words, quickly embracing him as you felt him embrace you back. “I’ll come back…”, You murmur into his ear, loud enough for him to hear as you pull away from him, seeing a small but faint smile form on his lips. Not the one to show too much affection, he quickly kisses your cheek before walking away with some of his pals. All you could do was stand there as you soak in on what just happened before making your way out of Andy’s mansion, hoping to see him again in a few weeks time.

The End!

As usual, leave a like if you did! I enjoyed making this actually! lol

[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 🫶🏻

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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

[angelicmichael]

renegade

Andy Dolan x reader

Summary: After another night where Hedwig abandons Andy; reader is left with no other choice but to try and help console him the best she can.

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: vague mentions of drugs and being intoxicated, some jealous! reader, lotsss of angst, brief fluff, mainly hurt/comfort fic tbh hehe, major Hedwig slander oops, maybe a bit of unhealthy relationships (??), slowburn, some conflict/arguing 

A\N: hey y’all, hope u enjoy this hehe. I was mostly going for a angst and fluff vibe when I wrote this but it just turned into hurt/comfort so.. hopefully it’s still enjoyable !! :) this takes place sometime in episode three probably lol. ALSO fic is named after the song Taylor swift has recently been featured in 👉🏻👈🏻

The town, Eden; regardless of its beauty was a force to be reckoned with.

Being practically forced to live in a town that was so.. particular was never something you envisioned for your future in the past, but now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else; even given the choice.

After all how could you exactly complain?

If you were to ask any person- (or any sane person that didn’t know of Eden that well) they would say that living here would sound like complete fucking heaven. A small coastal town, a tight knit community that was overly abundant with beautiful people and drugs seemed beyond euphoric.. and it was. Atleast for the first week or two.

Looking back; you were purely fucking naïve, and far too much of a optimist to assume shit wouldn’t crash or burn eventually.

Your first red flag was Hedwig.

She was one of the first people you met, and you two quickly hit it off and became close but.. things never exactly felt right with her, per say. Maybe it was because of how guarded she was, or because of the drugs she dealt.. it was hard to tell. However; Hedwig was completely fucking harmless compared to the man she introduced you too.

Andy Dolan.

Just like everyone in Eden; he was drop dead gorgeous but.. oddly hostile. At first you only saw him at parties, ones that you tried your best to avoid him at since you knew he had a notorious temper but, Hedwig being the great friend she is introduced you to him.. and that’s all it took.

You two quickly hit it off after that night (mostly because you were tired of Hedwig being your only friend and branching out never hurt anyone.. right?). Your attraction towards each other at first was strictly platonic, that was clear in how he treated you and how careful you were around him. It was almost stupid to try and not think about how pretty he was but letting your gaze linger on him for even more than two seconds felt erroneous.

You saw almost daily (or atleast every other day) how quick he was to anger and how cold he was to nearly everyone he met.. The only exception at this point was you and Hedwig but your sure if you were to even show a sign that you had romantic interest in him, he would drop you without a second thought. That thought alone was beyond fucking torturous but it wasn’t enough to stop you from daydreaming about how soft his hair or lips probably were. Ones that you doubt you would ever get the pleasure of touching but- atleast it was a nice distraction from how fucking weird Eden truly was.

Sure, it was beyond beautiful and the weather was fairly nice most days but that didn’t make up for peoples attitudes; and you weren’t referring to Andy’s. It wasn’t hard to tell that people were strangely secretive and cliquey, which only really left you with Hedwig and Andy for your friends. No matter how pretty she was, Hedwig was really only surface level friendly so you never particularly trusted her. That only left Andy (which wasn’t exactly any better when it came to being friendly but you knew he cherished your company, which was way more you could say about Hedwig).

However; it didn’t take too long for you and Andy to form a routine. Every weekend he would throw a party and you would stay with him after. The first time it happened, it was purely because you were far too fucked up to go anywhere else (which perhaps is also why Andy finally started being nice to you..) but after that, it was a question you never had the heart to say no too.

How could you? It’s not like he exactly had anyone else which made the possibility of saying no, close to impossible. Just because everyone else who lived in Eden were assholes didn’t mean you were going to be one, which is what lead you to your current predicament.

Five calls you had made that had all been unanswered is what currently lit up your phone screen, as well as your room. It was far past midnight and instead of sleeping like any other sane person would be doing - you were calling Andy or trying too anyway but he wasn’t fucking answering.. naturally.

You weren’t calling for any particular reason, but that wasn’t the point anymore. The fact that Andy wasn’t answering was a huge warning that something was wrong, after all it was a weekday and you knew he wasn’t sleeping or exactly busy.

Unless.. He was with Hedwig?

The thought automatically made your blood run hot under your skin. The feeling seething and utterly consuming until you quickly found yourself going out to your car. Doing the only thing that you knew would make your sudden paranoia go away.

As you drove through the roads that were completely vacant of any other cars and drove past houses and neighborhoods that also looked vacant of any life - you couldn’t help but to think why you even cared.

Andy never really showed interest in you, so what if Hedwig and Andy were actually doing anything?? Unless you caught them in the act, it’s not like either of them would admit to doing shit anyway but that didn’t stop you from still feeling irrationally angry and a bit betrayed.

You didn’t realize how tight you were gripping the steering wheel until you stopped the car and had to let go of it. Your fingers unnecessarily clenched and stiff to the point where they physically ached. Not to mention, you were shaking with the possibility that you could really find them here together, but now that you were actually here- you quickly realized that there was no other car here.

Odd.

You quickly (and quietly) stepped out of the car and paced up to Andy’s house. Not bothering to knock as you let yourself in, knowing that Andy wouldn’t necessarily mind that you did so.. well, you knew if he wasn’t with Hedwig anyway.

The only thing you heard were your footsteps as you took a few steps into the house. Looking cautiously for any signs of life.. any sounds or anything that could indicate anyone was in the house at all but you found nothing.

It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the near pitch darkness that omitted from the large windows that sat on the vast majority of the living room walls. The only light came dimly from the kitchen but even that was too sparse to truly allow you to see anything.

You slid your shoes off and left them by the door, not wanting your steps to allude to your presence before you could see him first and say something. Your steps far more quiet and easier to control now that you only had socks covering your feet.

You made it about halfway up the stairs, originally trying to make a beeline to Andy’s room but quickly freezing once you heard something.

It was shallow and soft but, with the contrast of pure stark silence it was nearly fucking deafening. It was a whimper at first, and it was coming from downstairs on the couch.

Your heart sank once you realized what exactly you were listening too. The first sniffle you heard nearly making you jump from how off guard you suddenly felt; that was the last thing you were expecting to hear..

You looked down from the staircase at the couch; making out a very dim outline of someone slumped over and sitting on the edge with their head in their hands. Their chest and back heaving from how deep they were crying..

You stood idle for a moment, not knowing whether to continue standing or to leave silently but you felt as if you didn’t exactly have a option. Even without asking or being able to necessarily see; you knew who it was but even knowing this- you knew getting him to talk was a good first step.

“Andy?”

Your voice automatically cut off his sobs - almost stopping instantaneously.

You saw his hands move down from his face and drop down to his lap, his head turning up to look at you. Your eyes finally adjusting to the near pitch black atmosphere.

The silence only permeated the room for about three seconds but that was nearly far too long to withstand. Knowing how unpredictable Andy was, you didn’t know if the words that were going to come out of his mouth were going to be kind or purely vile.

You started to speak fast without a second thought, the silence driving you to immediately apologize and try to fix the damage before Andy completely went off on you.

“I’m really sorry. I just got worried because you weren’t answering my calls and I wanted to make sure you were okay, but.. obviously your not,” You said. Swallowing harshly after realizing that Andy was still diligently listening and not cutting you off or telling you to leave.. That had to be a good sign, right? “What happened?” You pressed on.

“What do you think happened?” Andy answered quickly. His voice rough and rugged from sobbing, as well as probably from previously yelling.

You slowly walked down the stairs, choosing to not shy away from his sudden outburst of anger. You weren’t exactly certain which direction you would go in once you were finished descending.. but atleast you knew Andy wasn’t fucking Hedwig. Not right now at the very least.

“Was it Hedwig?” you blindly guessed. Wanting to affirm what you were so desperately hoping wasn’t true and that you could finally relax a bit. That’s if Andy wasn’t mad that you practically broke into his house.. but he didn’t seem to be. Not right now anyway.

You heard him softly laugh in response which made you smile for a second. You could tell by how he was previously crying and in the tone of his voice that he was still hurt. His laugh wasn’t genuine in the slightest; but it showed that he was done crying for the moment which was worth a smile.

“Why does it matter to you if it was her?”

“So it was,” you affirmed.

Your feet stepped off of the final step, and you found yourself approaching Andy. The choice came naturally. The closer you got to him the more apparent it was how broken he truly looked. He stopped crying but his eyes and cheeks were still glossy and wet with tears. His lips red and trembling; among looking entirely and utterly broken there was a hint of agitation present as well. You started to wonder if Hedwig truly did something or if Andy once again was blowing things out of proportion.

“Will you tell me what happened?” You asked cautiously. Your voice was soft, not wanting to unintentionally come off as too strong or hostile.

He studied you hesitantly and with a gleam of uncertainty in his eye - but nonetheless he patted the seat next to him on the couch he was sitting on. Silently urging you to sit next to him and letting you know that he would probably tell you what happened.

At first he remained quiet. Awkwardly avoiding what he knew you wanted to talk about but he still remained silent.. but his voice suddenly broke through. Making you jump at the unexpected sound that suddenly sounded so loud, even though in reality his voice was still low in tone.

“She left me.”

You stared at him numbly for a second, not feeling necessarily surprised at his words (After all, since when was Hedwig not a flight risk?) but instead feeling weirdly a bit frustrated and sad for Andy.

You knew exactly how he felt; it wasn’t like this was the first time this ever happened but hopefully it would be the last. Seeing Andy this sad and broken over someone who in reality, didn’t give two fucks about him was beyond heartbreaking. It hurt even worse for you to keep witnessing him coming back to her though.

Just when you finally opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s my fault and I’m such a fucking idiot-“

“Andy, stop!” You said a bit too loudly. You tried your best to hold eye contact with him when he finally turned to meet your gaze as he reluctantly looked at you. You fought the impulse to apologize for raising your voice but there was no need because you didn’t truly feel sorry. He needed to hear you out. “You need to stop blaming yourself. Hedwig’s actions aren’t your fault.. she’s like that with everyone, Andy. She’s always been-“

“I don’t give a fuck what she’s like with other people y/n! She should’ve acted differently with me, she was supposed to care about me and stay..” his words cut off with a deep inhale.

He was trying not to sob and failing miserably.

Andy quickly left the couch, taking a few steps away from you with his back turned. Trying to compose himself as you sat and.. felt entirely guilty.

Even though he had practically blown up at you; you weren’t leaving but you knew approaching him wasn’t the answer either, so you stayed seated at the couch. Hoping he would atleast sit back down next to you.

“I can’t control Hedwig or what she does, Andy but I know solely saying that I’m sorry isn’t enough either,” you started and then paused. The words you wanted to say next.. words that you knew were true but barely had the courage to say were heavy on your tongue. You knew this wasn’t exactly the time to even be thinking about how you truly felt for Andy but you couldn’t help it.

You wanted nothing more than for it to stop. His tears, his words and pleading with Hedwig, your feelings.. it wasn’t enough to just submit to it anymore and to be a witness to how you truly felt. If anything, it was slowly but surely driving you mad and you knew unless you atleast hinted at the fact that it was making you upset; Andy wouldn’t change his behavior.

You knew he payed for sex from Hedwig, it was the one thing that always kept her coming back no matter how he acted and well.. Even if his time was being bought, he liked the attention. He craved it.

It felt weird to admit to yourself that he was taking you for granted.. because he wasn’t really but, compared to how he treated Hedwig - you were definitely on the back burner. You didn’t blame him; why would he ever notice you when he could have someone like Hedwig?

You slowly looked back at Andy, noticing he was staring at you once again with glossy blue eyes which appeared dark in the lighting. A dark, almost midnight blue that would surely match the ocean waves that you could faintly hear from inside the house since the back door was open. He looked a bit annoyed but mostly intrigued. He was waiting for you to continue.

“But you deserve better, Andrew. You shouldn’t allow her to repeatedly do this to you because I know she knows how upset it makes you. She doesn’t care-“

“How do you know how Hedwig feels about me y/n?! You need to keep her name out of your fucking mouth. You don’t know her like I do,” Andy spoke roughly.

You stared at him blankly for a moment. Purely appalled that he was saying this to you in total seriousness; but you knew in reality that it was foolish to be surprised.. to not expect that he would talk to you like this eventually. After all; he blew up at everyone else, why wouldn’t he do the same to you?

You knew nothing made you inherently different and well.. this was just proving that assumption. Andy never viewed you differently from anyone else; that was now crystal clear.

Your hands started to gently tremble in your lap; and it didn’t take long for the rest of your body to follow suit. The sadness and self pity quickly washed away in what was quicker and more rapid than waves. Anger surged through your veins, forcing you to stand up suddenly. You could barely stand to make eye contact as you spoke, barely able to bear to witness how your words made him feel.

“Don’t talk to me like that. You don’t get to talk to me like that. If I didn’t randomly decide to come and check on you because I guess I’m the only one who actually gives a fuck about you, then you would’ve been alone again with no one to yell at. And maybe that would’ve been for the best,” You turned around on your heels. Walking fast and headed for the door, trying to quickly slip your shoes on before you heard Andy’s voice solemnly.

“Y/n wait.”

You stood still at first, weirdly feeling numb and waiting for the metaphorical shoe to drop. Andy’s voice was soft this time as he spoke, the roughness that was present earlier was long gone but.. you didn’t trust it.

You waited for him to catch his breath and to raise his voice and just say more words he would apologize for later; your throat tightened as you felt your body react almost instinctively. You slipped the other shoe you previously put on back off. Turning around just enough so that you could make eye contact, or attempt too with the horribly dim lighting.

“Yeah? Wait for what?”

Andy swallowed in response to your words. Almost bashfully looking down briefly to avoid saying anything or having to look at you any longer. You could see tears staining his cheeks, continuing to run down and nearly slid down his neck. He looked pathetic; and it would’ve almost been funny to see a grown man fully sob in front of you with no shame if it wasn’t your best friend and well.. the person you loved.

“Never mind. You were right; it’s probably best if you just go,” Andy’s voice cracked.

You wanted to believe that the best option for you was to turn around and leave but your judgment felt entirely skewed. Was it really the right thing to turn around and leave when he needed you? Probably not.

You knew if the roles were changed and you were the one who was upset that Andy would probably stay.. but that also depended on other circumstances as well, of course.

Stepping away from your shoes and the entrance of Andy’s house; you approached him. You tried to do so as quickly as possible before he could try to stop you or protest, but by the time he looked up you were barely a foot away.

You reached up, and with a shaky hand (that you hoped desperately he didn’t notice or wouldn’t swat away) you gently placed your fingertips on his cheek. Your thumb softly pressing against his skin, dragging your finger up as to wipe away his tears as the rest of your fingers lie under his jaw.

You tried to ignore how unsettled he looked at you doing this, and how he almost looked uncomfortable or as if he was on the brink of telling you off.. but he didn’t. He watched you diligently as you continued to brush away his tears.

“I’m sorry.. But I couldn’t stand to see you like that,” you said. Trying to give some rational explanation for your behavior even though, Andy didn’t look like he particularly cared why you were doing it. It was the fact you were doing it at all that seemed to have his interest piqued.

You tried to pull your hand back since his cheeks were dry, but he stopped you. His hand softly grabbed your wrist before his hand slid into yours.. your fingers slowly lacing together before you turned your gaze from your laced hands up to his eyes.

“Will you stay?” He asked. His voice was still rough and gravelly but this time, it was starting to sound a bit genuine.

You studied him for a second longer - your mouth dry but you knew the answer before you even spoke.

“Yeah. I’m not going to leave you Andy. I’m not Hedwig,” you spoke as if it were more of a promise rather than a statement.

You felt your stomach churn for a split second as you remembered how he scolded you earlier for talking down on Hedwig, but you smiled instead. The laughter you heard quickly subsiding your previous emotions.

“Okay,” He spoke almost uncertainly.

You could see the outline of him walking away before you felt him gently pull on your hand; making you follow him into the dark hallway which would eventually lead too, you could only guess, what would be his room.

Holding his hand like this almost felt weird but you couldn’t deny how almost.. right it felt too. Even perfect, you would dare say.

There was no way to guess what the rest of the night would entail but you didn’t exactly mind guessing; after all, how could you complain if you were to spend it with Andy?

You couldn’t. There was no way you could.

Whether it was platonic or not, spending the rest of the night right next to Andy, most likely in his clothes since you didn’t bother to bring any more of your own, sounded like heaven.

And since when did you ever complain about spending a night with someone that you had craved so bad?

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[little-lily-w]

Breaking Purity ch. 67

Father, forgive them

Summary: After finding the picture of Ms. Mead, Michael explains to Reader what happened that night at Outpost 3 after she was taken to the Sanctuary. Something about the picture catches Reader’s attention. 

Warnings: contains modified version of what happened on AHS.

Words: 1.4k 

You can read it here: Ch. 67/72: Father, forgive them

[celestialrequiem]

In Progress/Coming Soon!

So @guiltyfiend and @instincts-baby are incredible writers who inspired me to start writing ❤️❤️ I already have some concepts in mind 🥰,  I personally never would’ve thought to be part of a fandom again at the age of 23, (the last fandom I was in was true crime and KPOP, and both were toxic LMAO) and I never in my life thought I would ever write fanfics but here we are. Lol. Thank you to Carissa and Dana who made me believe that there are great & amazing fanfic writing, you truly inspired me with the fictional worlds you have created and blessed this fandom!

Here are my concepts so far. :-)

1-Apollo and Daphne (Michael is Apollo and Reader is Daphne) inspired by Greek Mythology. I wanted to do Hades and Persephone but that’s been done before by great writers!! (@7-wonders and @rainbowxmisa check them out!) (will possibly be a one shot!)

2-  Celestial Requiem (In Progress, Chapter 1 will be done soon!) It is a period/historical fic. Soft Dark!Michael is a hunter, who falls in love with Zeus’s naive and pure daughter (a nymph). Michael works for Zeus! (It will be multiple chapters!) This concept was inspired by one of my favourite collages by Max Ernest called “Approaching Puberty” and inspired by Greek Mythology (again)  lol. This will be dedicated to @guiltyfiend and @instincts-baby 🥰 

3- Kubrick Characters as the Cody boys, (this will be headcanons) This is self-indulgent tbh because I am a Kubrick hoe LOL. (I will be mentioning “Eyes Wide Shut by @guiltyfiend” obviously because she made me (or us?) haha envision Michael fitting in that world!/film!) This also might be the first thing I finish, because it’s headcanons. Lol. 

4- Based in the 60s, Dark!Duncan Shepherd is a corrupt Sheriff who falls in love with a waitress working at a diner (inspired by one of my favourite shows Twin Peaks...I am whore for David Lynch okay)  Duncan probably has a housewife/misogyny kink  👀. (It’s the 60s duh, his character will be like Don Draper from Mad Men) 

5- Opera (inspired by Phantom of the opera and Opera by Dario Argento) Serial Killer Michael! is an obsessed fan who kidnaps ballet reader and holds her hostage at the opera (I started working on it, probably will be a one shot) 

I am planning to continue writing once I finish my finals!

If you guys are interested in a particular one let me know 🥰(pick a number)

Thank you !

honourable mentions to other writers who inspired me Ashe, Eva and Jocelyn! ❤️❤️ @sojournmichael  @jimmason @michaellangdonstanaccount love your work each one of you! ​

[lavenderahs]

hi!!! can u please do 17, 22 and 26 with either cody fern or xavier plympyon?? i’m new to the cody fern fandom and am seriously craving some fluffy content. i’d appreciate it <333

ofc! ill do cody :)

prompts here!

a/n: this isnt the best, not rlly doing good mentally rn lol. trying to get back on my a-game

mini tag - @d3monslust @mllxngdonswife @kitty4860 @forevercountess

cody

17 shower. dinner. bed. -

cody & i spend most of our days working. since cody is currently on set for season 10 of ahs. [a/n: i wish !!] his nights get longer and longer. having home cooked meals together is a priority for eachother, just something we enjoy. not eating our meals till 9 or 10pm takes a toll on me, but i wouldnt trade the hour or 2 of sleep i loose, just to see codys face light up after a long day on set. "darling im home!" cody says in a singy-song voice as he slips in the door. i run up to him, greeting him with a warm hug. "ive missed you" his arms connect to mind as he slips them around my waist. "ive missed you too" he smiles. i look up into his warm blue eyes "ive got ravioli waiting for you" i slip out of his arms, trying to sway him to the kitchen. pulling back "no my love not yet" i groan as he drags me into our bedroom. "c'mon, lets both just knock out a shower real quick" he grabs us towels from the dresser. showering with cody is definitely a heart warming feeling, just the warmth and love in our veins. cody motions for me to get in; i gently step into the shower, warmth trickling down my spine. cody hands me my bottle of shampoo, other hand holding his. we stand face to face; washing our hair, giggling as we flick the suds at eachother. we share gentle kisses as we bathe. i squeeze out face wash into our hands "here wash my face and ill wash yours" he laughs as he cups my face and gently cleanses my face. i reach up to his and pinch his cheeks, causing us to giggle.

after drying off, and putting clean clothes on; we headed back to the kitchen. our ravioli still warm, cody decided to pour us some champange. slipping the glass into my hands, bringing us to a toast; "heres to us, 2 beautiful connected souls" he shines a charming rin as the glasses clink. throughout our meal, i always notice the small things; how his eyes never leave mine, how hes so invested into what im saying, in conclusion he just truly cares. most men are pure shit; but cody, hes different. after our last few bites, codys hands linger to the dirty plates "i got dishes hun, go finished getting ready for bed, ill be there in a sec" knowing how stubborn he is, you don't bother arguing.

the lamps in your bed room are dimmed, the only light being the television. laying with half open eyes, i wait on cody to come to bed. as i almost drift off, i hear his soft foot steps slip inside our room. he chuckles lightly "hey sleepyhead" he slides in beside me, wrapping his arm around me, bringing me to his chest. his calm heart beat hums in my ears. i take a few deep breaths "i love you so much cody" i whisper. i hear the smile in his voice "i love you too darling" his hands caresss my hair as i slowly drift off. "sleep well my love"

22 youre cute when youre mad

"i dont understand y/n! why can't you just pick something" his face hot from frustration. giggling, I say "babe I just don't know what to eat, theres so many choices" i trail off as i twirl my hair. out of the corner of my eye i see him roll his eyes. "i mean.. theres the deli on 4th street, the hotdog stand, oooh maybe waffle house" i do my best to irritate him. he looks over at me "so hot headed" i chuckle. "y/n, i swear, i dont under-" i cut him off "cody its because youre cute when youre mad" i say sarcastically even though it's true. he exhales "so im cute now" eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed he spits. "yessum you are, my cute lil hot head" i tap his nose. his mood lightens at my silly acts. "ugh i love you" he smiles as he leans in for a kiss. i return the kiss, slow yet with a smile. knowing that hes gonna have to deal with me for the rest of his life.

26 youre such a blanket hog -

"cody give it!!!" i whine as i pull our bed comforter back onto me "cody! we have a queen size bed! you dont need all of it!" he gives no response to the complains; just simply watching the movie. irritated, i hop up and find the closest throw blanket in our room. "look! i got my own now" hes trying so hard not to crack a smile. i hop on to the bed, wrapping it tightly around me. "youre such a blanket hog!" i say with a pout. his only response being "i know silly, gotta deal with it"

[austinstyles]

[littledemondani]

forever and always | andy dolan x fem!reader

warnings: dub-con, knife play, choking, abduction, bondage, gagging, stalker!andy, cocaine use, breeding kink, daddy kink, fingering, slight mention of masturbation, blood kink (if you squint), cheating, orgasm denial

word count: 2.1K

summary: after stalking y/n for a little over a year, andy finally goes off the deep end and abducts her.

a/n: andy and y/n had a toxic "relationship" prior to the events in this fic. please read the warnings and do not interact if they make you uncomfortable. i may write more parts to this just to show how their relationship played out and him actually stalking her. let me know if that's something ya'll are interested in!

"Hello, Y/N."

The silky smooth voice caused her to stop dead in her tracks upon entering her apartment, her blood running cold at the familiar cadence. 'No, it can't be?' She thought to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat as she steps further into the house. Y/N turns around the corner from the foyer and enters the living room, her (E/C) eyes widening. There he was, in all his fucked-up glory, sitting on her maroon sectional, lit cigarette in hand with his feet propped up on the black coffee table.

It had been months since she had last heard from him or seen outside of her apartment, watching her at all hours of the night. She figured he had given up on her, had taken the hint that she wanted nothing to do with him, but she was wrong. That became painstakingly obvious when a bouquet of her favorite flowers got delivered to her doorstep with a card that read, "Miss me? - A.D."

"Andy? W-What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to see you, of course," he says simply, blowing the smoke from his lungs, his sapphire eyes glued to her. "Love what you've done with the place." He points to the picture frame of her and her boyfriend, Jason, placed neatly on the accent table, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of venom. "I never took you as the domestic type."

Y/N's eyes fall on the frame for a moment before gazing back at Andy. "There's a lot you didn't know about me."

Andy stands from the sectional, taking a few steps towards her with the cigarette still in hand. "Maybe so," he muses, taking a long drag as he does so. "Or maybe you're just lying to yourself."

"I've learned a lot about you this past year, Y/N. I know deep down you don't give a fuck about him, because if you did? You wouldn't be moaning my name while you fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers."

The air leaves her lungs at the revelation. 'He was watching me?' she thinks to herself. It's not something she would ever admit out loud, but she knew Andy was right. Every minute spent away from him was torture. She imagined his bruising hold, the way he kissed over the sensitive spot behind her ear, how they would get so fucking high and spend hours fucking in a drugged out haze. Andy chuckles humorlessly as the realization dawns on her, stepping even closer to her. "I'm always keeping an eye on you. What kind of man would I be if I didn't?"

She stumbles backwards into the entryway, her heart racing and breaths shallow. Andy lurches towards her, grabbing her arm with an iron grip. "Where do you think you're going, baby?" he mocks, grinning wickedly as she tries to jerk out of his grasp.

"Andy! Let me go!" Y/N screams, tears streaming down her face as she looks up at him. "Please! If you love me, let me go!"

"Oh no, Y/N. I made the mistake of letting you go once. I'm not doing it again." He takes a cloth with his free hand and places it over nose and mouth. She looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes, struggling for a moment before going completely limp in his arms.

The room is pitch black save for the moonlight filtering in through the open balcony door. Andy sits at the table on the balcony, snorting a few lines before sitting back against the chair. He groans as the familiar feeling takes hold of him, grateful to finally be at peace.

Y/N awakens not long after, blinking back the haze of the chloroform Andy dosed her with. She glances around to see where she is, realizing it's Andy's bedroom. He walks in as she's coming to, his lips pulling into a wide smile. "Hey, you're finally awake."

She turns her head towards the sound of his voice, sucking in a breath as she lays eyes on him. He's dressed in his favorite navy blue silk robe and gray boxers, his hair slightly disheveled from the light breeze.

"Sorry about the restraints," he says, gesturing to the ropes tying her to the bed.

She hadn't noticed the ropes, still too groggy from being knocked out. "A bit dramatic, don't you think?"

"I had to make sure you weren't going to run off when you woke up," he says simply, as if it were the most obvious reason for him to have done so. He slips the robe off of his body, letting it fall to a heap on the floor as he climbs onto the bed. He towers over her, tracing his finger along her cheek.

"I missed seeing you like this," he whispers. "Tied up and at my mercy." He trails his finger down her cheek to her throat, carefully wrapping his hand around it. "Screaming my name while I fuck that perfect, tight little cunt of yours."

She writhes underneath him, wishing she could just disappear into the mattress. "What makes you think I'd let you fuck me? You're fucking psycho, Andy!"

He chuckles humorlessly, adding more pressure to her throat. "Oh, you will." He reaches over, grabbing the knife placed on top of the nightstand in his free hand. He flashes it before her, wiggling his brows as he does so. He places the handle between his teeth and rips her dress off of her, leaving her in nothing but her black, lacy thong.

Andy takes the blade, gently dragging it along her delicate skin. He revels in the way she squirms underneath him, her soft pleas and whimpers making blood rush to his cock. "Shh," he coos, placing a finger against her supple lips. "It's okay, baby. I would never hurt you."

She pushes her head further into the mattress, wanting nothing more than to escape his touch. Andy smirks, removing his finger and tracing it over her hardened nipple. Y/N moans, tears cascading down her cheeks as she closes her eyes, giving in to the pleasurable feeling.

"Mm..so receptive to me even after all this time," Andy breathes, rolling the bud between his fingers. He dips down to run his tongue over it, keeping his gaze on her. Y/N moans a little louder, biting on her lower lip to stifle her moans.

Andy trails the knife over her abdomen to her pubic bone, cutting the lace fabric of her panties with ease. He discards the ruined material, groaning hotly as her pussy glistens under the moonlight. "Fuck...," he whispers. "So pretty..." He rubs the blade through her folds, licking his lips as he does so. "Tell me, Y/N. How much did you miss me?"

"So much," she whines without a second thought, peering at him through heavy lids. "I missed you so much."

He grins wickedly, gathering some wetness on the tip of the blade and holding it to her. "Prove it."

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, keeping her (E/C) eyes on him. She leans forward as best as she can, licking the underside of the blade all the way to the tip as if it were a cock. She moans as the taste of her arousal floods her mouth, lashes fluttering.

"That's it," Andy groans, palming his aching cock as he gazes down at her. "You always were such a good girl."

Andy brings the knife back to her cunt, rubbing tight circles against her clit. The cool metal makes her hiss, instinctively swiveling her hips for more friction.

"You love this, don't you?" he rasps, his tone low and seductive. "You're fucking soaked."

Y/N glares at him, tugging on the restraints in frustration. She hates how she turns to putty in his hands, regardless of everything he's done and the situation she finds herself in. She always has, and always will, want Andy Dolan more than anything.

"Please," she begs, glancing up at him with glassy eyes.

"Please, what? Hm?" Andy teases her entrance with his fingers, pushing in to the first knuckle before removing them entirely.

What she's pleading for is lost on her. For him to let her go? To fuck her? She settles on both.

She closes her eyes, lips parting as a breathy moan escapes her. "Let me go," she whispers, face contorting in pleasure as he pushes his fingers inside of her once more.

"You already know the answer to that one, baby," he says, a hint of malice in his tone. "Now, tell Daddy exactly what he wants to hear."

"No," she challenges, meeting his eyes. Her words mean nothing, not when every facet of her is screaming otherwise. She tosses her head back, moaning filthily as Andy curls his fingers against her sweet spot. "Fuck!"

He smirks, scissoring his fingers inside of her before pulling them out to rub harsh circles on her clit. Y/N moans loudly, the sound vibrating around the room, along with the squelching sounds of her cunt. The anticipation of being buried inside of her cunt becomes to overwhelming and Andy can't take it any longer. He pulls his boxers down in a swift move, pumping his achingly, hard cock in his hand.

Y/N's gaze falls on his cock, heavy and hard in his hand. Her mouth waters at the sight: tip flushed red, a bead of precum dangling from the slit, prominent veins exposed all along his perfect shaft. Her cunt clenches, causing arousal to drip down her thighs to the sheets beneath her.

"Tell me you want me," he says, rubbing the tip of his cock over her swollen clit. "And I'll give it all to you."

She whimpers in response, licking her lips as he toys with her clit.

He chuckles, dragging the tip all over her pussy to gather wetness. "If you say so."

Andy lines his cock with her entrance, teasing her for a moment before finally pushing inside of her with a hot groan, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Goddamnit," he breathes.

Y/N grips onto the rope tightly, tossing her head back onto the pillow as she moans. Her cunt pulses around Andy's girth, the stretch causing a pleasurable, burning sensation. Andy lifts himself up on his hands, not allowing her any time to adjust as he thrusts sharply into her.

"He doesn't know how to please you like I do," Andy growls, holding her hips tight enough to bruise. "I've seen the way he fucks you."

"I bet it killed you," she breathes, spreading her legs a little wider for him. "Watching another man fuck me. Knowing it should have been you."

Andy brings the knife to her throat, holding it there as he deepens his thrusts. "Perhaps," he muses. "But I know it killed you. Remember, baby, I watched you touch yourself after he left and fantasize about me."

He knicks her skin, groaning hotly as she whines in pain beneath him. He leans down and licks the blood pooling at the surface of the wound, lashes fluttering at the metallic taste. "Mm.."

Y/N winces as the cut begins to sting. She flicks her (E/C) eyes up at him with a doe-like expression. "Perhaps."

Andy's lashes flutter at the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him, his brunette curls falling in his face as his head hangs forward. "God I missed your pussy so much. It was fucking made for me."

She yanks on the ropes, wanting nothing more than to touch him, to drag her nails down the smooth plain of his back, to bury her hands in his hair and pull just the way he likes it.

"Let me go," she moans, tugging against them once more. "I wanna touch you."

"You know I can't do that, Y/N," he breathes, replacing the knife with his hand and gripping tight enough to cut off her air flow.

Her eyes roll back, gasping for air as she does so. "Andy...! Shit..."

Andy grins wickedly, releasing his hands from her throat. "Such a good little whore," he groans. "Aren't you?"

Y/N is so lost in the pleasure Andy is giving her, that she doesn't even realize as she says, "Yes..."

He pulls out and places her in the mating position, swiftly entering back into her. "Gonna fuck a baby into you," he grunts, smirking at her devilishly. "That way you'll always be mine."

She cries out at the new, deeper angle, his words lost on her. Her cunt throbs as her orgasm nears, each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Andy...I need to cum!"

"What's my name?" he breathes, wrapping his hand back around her throat. "Tell me my name and I'll let you cum."

"Daddy!" she screams, face twisting in pleasure as the tip of his cock rams into her G-spot repeatedly.

"That's right," he moans, releasing hot ropes of cum deep inside of her cunt as he does so. "I'm your fucking Daddy."

//

tagging: @fckinsupreme @with-dandelions-in-her-hands @lovelylangdonx @wroteclassicaly @sojournmichael @king-with-no-crovvn @xavierplymptons @femaleantichrist @kitwalker64 @angelicmichael @this-isnt-madness @daydreamnationsb-blog @infernwetrust @ferndolan @h1ghforu @saamwilsonn @brooklinn13 @luciahoneychurch

[wroteclassicaly]

Andy Dolan fanfic drafts & me 🥵👍🏻

[dyns33]

The Dolan, a continuation : 

I’m calling : As the crazy cult leader he is, thinking he’s Jesus or something, he killed the people who want to leave him, and with all his money, he doesn’t have any problem with justice. 

The Dolan 

[austinstyles]

[littledemondani]

forever and always part two teaser

warnings: dub-con, gun play, gun kink, nipple play, slight degradation, toxic relationship dynamics, stalker!andy

so, i wanted to share a little portion of my stalker!andy continuation. i’ve been slowly chipping away at it and i love how it’s coming along. ☺️ do me a favor and don’t read on if this isn’t your jam. like read the warnings, they’re there for a reason. i’m also not tagging anyone in this as it’s just a teaser. hope y’all like it!

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There was something about her on her knees for him, with her hands tied behind her back, gazing up at him with tear-stained cheeks and glassy, reddened eyes that made his cock twitch inside of his pants. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s completely at his mercy — willing to comply with anything and everything he asks of her simply because deep down she wants to please him or maybe its because of the unloaded pistol he has pointed to her head that she believes has actual bullets in it. He settles on both.

“Andy, please,” Y/N sobs, the sound practically tearing itself from deep within her bare chest as she struggles to keep eye contact with him. “Don’t hurt me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Y/N, I would never hurt you,” he says, his tone of voice lacking any and all emotion — though in his mind it’s meant to sound caring and soothing.

Andy trails the gun down her forehead, over her lips, and to her breasts, rubbing the barrel over one of her nipples. The pebble quickly hardens underneath the cold metal, and a soft, exasperated moan escapes her supple lips. He smirks smugly, chuckling wickedly as he brings the gun to her other nipple. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he rasps. “I can tell by how you’re squeezing your thighs together.”

Y/N glares at him, but she can’t deny the rush of arousal that overtakes her in that moment. It’s like a tidal wave crashing down on her, and she struggles to swim to the surface in order to breathe. All she cares about is the overwhelming ache coming from her pussy and how badly she needs some relief from it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, removing the gun from her. He hooks his fingers around the ring of her collar and lifts her up, his crystal eyes now darkened over with lust as he watches her scramble to her feet. He doesn’t wait for her to give him an answer, though, and runs the barrel through her folds, groaning hotly at discovering just how wet she already is. “Ah, so you do want me to fuck you.” He rubs light circles on her clit with the barrel and she hisses softly at the coldness.

She tosses her head back at the much needed attention being given to her throbbing clit, unconsciously swiveling her hips to increase the pressure, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Andy. “Who knew my girl was such a depraved little slut,” he groans, keeping the pace of his movements slow and torturous. “Getting wet from being touched with a gun.”

Y/N moans shakily, her lids fluttering closed at the pleasurable sensation spreading throughout her pussy. Andy was right, though. Who was she? Every day spent in Andy’s basement led her further and further away from the person she thought she was. She should be trying to figure out ways to set herself free, and instead, she’s letting him claim her with his cock until she’s so fucked out and exhausted only to do it all over again the next day and the day after that.

“Andy,” she breathes, finally bringing herself to look him straight in his lust-filled eyes.

“Yes?” he answers, slowing his ministrations just a little.

Her breathing becomes slightly ragged, and she struggles to get the words out of her chest. “I—I want you to fuck me,” she moans, keeping her eyes on his. “…. with that gun..”

[littledemondani]

just this once | duncan shepherd x fem!reader x andy dolan

kinktober day 2: threesome

warnings: m/m/f threesome, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgy, double penetration, pwp

word count: 2.8K

a/n: this turned out way longer than i ever intended it to be and i'm not even sorry. i had been sitting on the idea of andy x reader x duncan for a long time and i really hope you all like what i came up with!

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Y/N asked her bf, Andy. “I mean..you don’t think we’ll regret this?”

They stood in the doorway of the mansion they had walked into, drinking in the sight before them.

People. Lots of people. Completely naked. Some fucking, some chatting.

When Andy first spilled the details of getting invited to a sex party at an undisclosed location in Hollywood, Y/N laughed. She didn’t take him seriously. And why would she?

They had been through a lot over the past couple of months — with Andy’s addiction and fall from grace. There was no way going to a sex party was going to make things better for Andy’s reputation.

Yet, here they were, standing before a sea of recognizable and not so recognizable faces.

Andy takes Y/N’s hand, rubbing soothe circles along the back with his thumb. “It’s going to be fine. If you’re uncomfortable, then we can leave. I promise.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. I’d say let’s get a few drinks, but.”

Andy chuckles lightly, nodding as he does so. “That wouldn’t be a disaster.”

He leads her through the crowd of people, hoping to find an empty space where they could sit for a moment. Along the way, they came across two men making out, while another knelt between one of their legs and sucked on their cock. The scene made Andy’s cock harden slightly under his pants and he reaches down to palm himself slightly, chewing the corner of his lip at the contact.

He began to imagine another man sucking his cock while Y/N sat on his face, her nails gripping tightly onto his hair like a vice. It had been a while since he was involved with a man, or even had a threesome, since before Y/N came into his life. He decided to approach the subject with her once they sat down.

They sat on a love seat in one of the formal living areas. It was one of the places untouched by the other members and the perfect spot for them.

Y/N looked to Andy, her E/C eyes finding solace in his familiarity. “So. What are you thinking so far?”

It was as if she knew what was going through his mind. And she did. She knew Andy was sexually experienced. It showed in the way he fucked her, touched her, and made her cum harder than anyone else has done before. She also knew that he was hypersexual and that enjoyed having multiple partners at a time — a part of himself that he repressed when he met and fell in love with her.

“I think…,” he says, his voice trailing off. He looks around, his darkened blue eyes falling on a woman standing up, being held from behind by a man as she gets her pussy eaten. He swallows thickly, licking his lips before turning his gaze back to Y/N. “I think this night is going to be very interesting.

Not the answer Y/N was expecting, but, she nods in agreement. Her own gaze falls on the same throuple and she can’t help the moan that lodges itself in her throat.

The woman’s head rests on the man’s shoulders, his large hands grabbing at her breasts and tweaking her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her face is contorted in pleasure and soon enough she cums, grinding erratically on the face of the person eating her out.

Y/N is overcome with arousal, heat flooding throughout her body. She tears her eyes from them to Andy.

He, too, has his eyes on them, his chest visibly rising and falling as his breathing becomes ragged. Y/N scoots closer to him, placing her hand on his thigh.

“Did that turn you on, baby?” she whispers into his ear.

Andy nods, swallowing once more. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low and dripping with lust.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, tugging his lobe between her teeth. “And you’ll get it.”

He shivers at the close proximity of her, his eyes rolling back a little. “I want to eat that fucking tight pussy of yours,” he says. “And I want you to suck some other guy’s cock while I do it. Then I want us both to fuck you senseless.”

His words go straight to her core, causing fresh arousal to pool on the gusset of her thong. She brings her hand to his cock, moaning at the feel of the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “What else do you want?”

He groans, tipping his head back as her hand massages and cups his erection. “I want you to take your fucking clothes off. Now.”

Y/N smirks and stands in front of him, blocking his view of the party. She slowly slides the zipper of her short, black dress and lets it fall around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black thong that left very little to the imagination, and her black Louboutins. She steps out of the dress and stands between Andy’s legs.

His hungry eyes rake over her body before meeting her own eyes. He reaches out to touch her, ghosting his fingers along the expanse of her stomach, admiring the goosebumps that form in their wake. “Get on your knees. I want you to suck my cock.”

Without hesitation, she drops to her knees. She leans forward, mouthing at his cock over his pants. Andy releases a soft moan, his hand immediately finding purchase in her hair.

Y/N takes her time teasing him, relishing in the power she has over him in that moment. She controls how worked up he gets, and how much attention she wants to give him. It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get him to beg for her to finally take his cock in her mouth.

She flicks her gaze up to him, lashes fluttering as she takes in the sight of him. His button up his opened to his chest, brunette curls draped over his forehead as he looks down at her, his pupils blown with intense arousal.

“You want me to suck you off in front of all these people? ” She asks, unzipping his pants at an agonizingly slow pace. “Show them how fucking good I make you feel?”

He nods rapidly, unable to form a coherent sentence from how hazy his mind has become with lust.

Y/N pulls his pants off of him and discards them with her dress, moaning at the sight of his cock as it bobs free. It’s thick, with protruding veins that make Y/N’s mouth water, a perfect mushroom-shaped head, and just the right length to where it isn’t uncomfortable for her.

She takes his cock in her hand, licking her lips as the precum leaks with each pump she makes. She darts her tongue out and swirls all along the crown, keeping her eyes on Andy.

He grips her hair tightly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock. When he opens them, he’s met with a similar pair of crystal eyes from across the room.

A tall, lean man with similar brunette curls to Andy watches them both intently. Andy recognizes him as the one who ate that girl’s pussy and he shoots him a wink before smirking softly.

Y/N bobs her head along his shaft, inching him all the way down until her nose is flush with his pelvis. She holds still for a moment, savoring the erotic moans spilling from Andy’s lips.

He keeps eye contact with the mysterious stranger, guiding Y/N’s head up and down his cock as he does so.

The man makes his way over to them, and Andy suddenly feels his cock swelling in her mouth, growing impossibly harder. He comes around them and sits next to Andy, not saying a word as he leans in and presses his lips to Andy’s.

Y/N notices the man, her eyes glued to him and Andy as they make out. Her cunt pulses with need and she reaches her hand down on top of the thin fabric of her thong. She drags a finger along the dampened fabric several times, teasing herself until she can’t take it anymore. She pulls the fabric to the side, moaning around Andy’s cock as she rubs the wetness over her throbbing clit.

Andy moans into the kiss at the vibration of the sounds Y/N makes, bucking his hips against her slowly. He pulls away from him, trailing his eyes from his lips back to his eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Duncan,” he says, reaching over to finish unbuttoning Andy’s shirt. “Duncan Shepherd.”

Andy introduces himself and Y/N, all while Duncan slips the shirt off of him and tosses it onto the tile floor.

Duncan leans down, taking Andy’s left nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue a few times before gently scraping his teeth over it. Andy squirms a little, his plump lips parted as a long, exasperated moan tears itself from his chest. “Mm…fuck that feels good.”

Y/N continues her movements along Andy’s cock, keeping perfect rhythm as she pumps two fingers inside of her soaked cunt. Arousal coats her palm and drips down her thighs, making an obscene sloshing sound with each thrust of her hand.

She pulls him from her mouth and removes her fingers from her pussy, gasping for breath as she does so. Andy looks to her at the loss of her warm throat, making a ‘come here’ motion at her. She stands, straddling his thigh with one leg as she leans down and kisses him hungrily. Andy groans against her lips, rubbing his hand along her side.

Duncan kisses up Andy’s chest, over his jaw, and meets his lips with Y/N’s. She pulls away from Andy and capture’s Duncan’s lips. The kiss is a lot softer than she was anticipating. But his mouth moved seamlessly with hers — as if they had done this a thousand times before. Andy groans at the sight of them, grabbing at Y/N’s breasts before tweaking her hardened nipples. She moans into Duncan’s mouth, deepening the kiss as she brings her hand to the back of his head and pushes him closer to her.

Andy manages to get the rest of his clothing off, stroking his cock as the two continue kissing above him. Duncan pulls away, his breathing ragged as he looks between the two of them. “Shall we move this somewhere that has more room?”

“Lead the way,” Andy breathes, giving his cock one last pump before helping Y/N off of him.

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Y/N lies on the California king bed, her back half propped against the many pillows. Andy and Duncan take turns lapping at her pussy, both men eating her out like she’s the best meal they’ve ever tasted. Andy sucks her clit into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to rub the protruding head. Duncan swirls his tongue around her entrance a few times, teasing her before penetrating her.

Her back arches off the pillows, pulling Andy’s hair roughly as she does so. He groans against her pussy, and sucks on her clit with fervor. Duncan removes his tongue and replaces them with his fingers, licking his lips as they slide in and out of her cunt with ease. “Look at how wet you are for us,” he groans, keeping his eyes on her pussy. “You’ve practically soaked the sheets.”

Y/N lifts herself on her elbow, propping herself to get a better view. A moan escapes her at the sight of the two hot men licking and sucking her pussy. “Oh fuck…,” she breathes. “Mm..”

Duncan removes his fingers and climbs over her, straddling her face. He brings the tip of his cock to her lips and she eagerly takes him inside, bobbing her head eagerly along his shaft.

His cock is different than Andy’s — it’s longer, curved, with not as much girth. But she feels full, and begins to wonder what his cock would feel like in her pussy, or ass. The thought makes her clit throb in Andy’s mouth.

He suckles for a moment longer before pulling back and lining his cock up with her entrance. He slowly sinks inside of her, tipping his head back with a loud groan as her wet, warm walls envelop him. “Fuckkk,” he hisses, thrusting slow and shallow as he eases himself all the way inside of her.

Duncan braces his hands on the headboard, using it to help him thrust inside of her throat. “That’s it,” he moans, locking his eyes with hers. “Taking my cock so well.”

Y/N brings her hand to her sensitive clit, rubbing tight, soft circles. Andy stills once he’s fully seated, allowing her some time to adjust to his size. He watches as she plays with herself, his cock twitching inside of her. “Who knew my baby girl was so naughty,” he teases, slowly beginning to thrust. “Wanting to have two dicks inside of her filthy holes.”

She moans, increasing the pressure on her clit as she does so. She loves when Andy degrades her, and even more so when he does it in a way that’s masked behind that sweet, honey voice of his. Her walls clench repeatedly around him and he pushes her hand away, not wanting her to cum just yet.

Duncan thrusts himself further down her throat, holding her head in place so she can deepthroat him. She gags, tears springing to her eyes as she struggles to breathe. He releases her after a moment, setting a rough, fast pace as he fucks into her throat.

Andy picks up the pace as well, his own is steady and not as brutal as Duncan’s. The contrast between the two of them has Y/N’s head spinning. Where Duncan is rough, Andy is gentle. The perfect combination that she didn’t know she ever needed.

Almost as if they were communication telepathically, both men remove themselves from her. Duncan sits on the bed and helps Y/N on top of him, turning her so her back is flush with his chest. He holds her up by her thighs and Andy squirts some lube onto his cock, stroking it to coat it entirely. Once it’s good and ready, Duncan carefully eases into her ass. Y/N moans filthily, the sound almost pornographic as Duncan’s cock stretches her open. She gazes up at Andy, her face contorted in pleasure.

Andy pumps his cock, leaning down to kiss her with need. He takes her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging a little before biting down softly. He situates himself at her entrance and pushes in, groaning as he does so.

Duncan bottoms out, his cock throbbing with how tight her grip on him is. He waits for Andy to settle before he begins to thrust against her.

Y/N moans loudly. Her thoughts are clouded as the coil in her stomach begins to tighten with each thrust they make. All she can focus on his how fucking good Andy’s cock feels in her cunt, hitting her sweet spot with ease and making her cream all over him — and Duncan in her ass, his cockhead hitting against Andy’s, sending shivers down her spine.

Duncan lifts her up a little higher, getting a better grip on her thighs. “So tight,” he groans. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He thrusts a little faster, causing his heavy balls to slap against her cheeks.

The sound of skin on skin, heavy pants, and loud moans fills the room, egging each of them closer and closer to their peaks. Duncan cums first, a warning barely past his lips as he shoots ropes of hot cum into her ass. He keeps thrusting through his high, drawing it out as much as possible, his fingers pressing hard against her skin.

Andy holds back his own release, wanting Y/N to cum before him. “Go ahead and cum. Soak my fucking cock like I know you can.”

Y/N cums before Andy can finish his sentence. Her orgasm rocks through her, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure all throughout her body. Her release triggers Andy’s, and he cums hard, painting her walls with his seed. “Oh fuck!”

The three of them ride out their highs until they can’t anymore, collapsing together on the massive bed. They don’t say a word, not until they all collectively come down from their orgasms.

Andy looks to Y/N, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, giving him a soft smile, totally blissed out. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Duncan is the first to sit up, turning his attention to the two of them.

“I really enjoyed this,” he says, brushing a hand through his messed up curls. “If you’re up to do this again, I’m staying at the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills until the end of the week.”

He gets up and leaves the room before either of them can answer, smirking to himself as he walks out.

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[littledemondani]

All of this Stan Vogel stuff is making me think about camping. What do you think all the Cody boys would be like if their s/o forced them to go on a camping trip?

this was a lot of fun to do!

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it's not news that michael langdon spent a few days in the woods prior to stumbling across the satanic temple and he's made it very clear that he would rather not go through any of that again. but the apocalypse was soon to come, and the world, as everyone knew it, would cease to exist. no more beautiful sunny days or lush green meadows full of flowers native to the area - all of which you loved dearly. so michael didn't put up a fight when you asked him to spend one last weekend out in nature, despite hating the idea with every fiber of his being. instead, he simply enjoyed the next few days with you at your favorite spot by the lake, deciding if ending the world was something he absolutely wanted to go through with.

as for duncan shepherd, he is completely revolted by the idea of camping. when you had mentioned you wanted to go on vacation, he figured it was to bora bora or maybe even paris, not a campsite in west virginia. several days out of D.C., in the middle of nowhere, with no cellphone reception, and no wifi is not his idea of a fun time and he makes it his mission to get you to change your mind. you don't, of course, and can't help but giggle at his pouty faces and complaints about how bugs shouldn't even exist.

jim mason, on the other hand, is all for a weekend of camping. before his family moved to palos verdes, camping trips were a regular occurrence for him - when things were a lot simpler. he sees this as an opportunity to show you who he really is, down to his roots. he takes care of packing the basic camping essentials and setting up the tent once at the campground. the next few days are filled with him teaching you how to fish and you showing him which constellations are which come nighttime.

we all know our boy stan vogel would never object to camping, however, he is completely shocked when the idea slips from your mouth. after all, he is always the one doing the initiating while you whine and groan about how he needs to get a new hobby. he goes above and beyond to make sure every single thing (whether needed or not) is packed because, "you never know, babe. stranger things have happened in these woods. not that i can tell you what, exactly, it's all confidential."

the first time you asked xavier plympton to go camping, he laughed in your face. "me? camping? babe, the outdoors and this hair do not get along," he says, pointing to his perfectly styled locks. after a few bats of your lashes and, "please, xav?" in that voice he finds so adorable, he eventually gives in. once he's out there, he finds himself enjoying the peace and quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of L.A.

the stars and planets have to align in order for andy dolan to agree to a camping trip. every day with him is spent walking on egg shells, not wanting to upset him with the mere mention of doing anything other than staying home and doing blow all day long. you want to get out and enjoy some time away, thinking it’ll do the both of you some good. much to your surprise, he agrees, without much effort needed on your part. he’s actually excited to get out of eden for a few days and away from the watchful eyes of the paparazzi.

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[littledemondani]

just say the word and i'm yours | andy dolan x fem!reader

word count: 2K

warnings: jealous!andy, smutty smut, blowjob, fingering, daddy kink, implied drug use

request: based on this ask: "anonymous asked: Could I request some jealous, possessive Andy please? Maybe he makes it so that you can’t even look at anyone else without thinking about him? You can make it as dark and smutty as you like. Thank you!"

a/n: i tried to make this dark buuuut it just didn't turn out that way lmao! i also didn't proofread and i hate the ending.

(gif: @kissxmedeadly)

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Andy sat on the back patio as he waited for her, blue eyes hardened and full of pent up anger. He kept checking his phone to see if any new message from her had popped up, regardless of the fact he had turned the ringer on. It wasn't like him to be so preoccupied with something as insignificant as a text message. But it also wasn't like her to ignore him, which she seemed to have been doing a lot lately.

The sound of a car pulling up to his backyard entrance brought Andy back to the present. He stared at the unknown vehicle, brows knitted tightly together as he watched the passenger door swing open. Y/N stepped out, wearing the white Prada crossbody bag Andy had bought for her across her shoulders. She thanks the driver and steps onto the back patio, her lips spreading into a small smile at the sight of him. "What's got you looking so moody?"

"You're late," he says, his hardened gaze still on the car as it drove off of his property.

"Late? How can I be late when you never gave me a time to show up? All you said was 'Come over.'" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Andy completely ignores her challenge - choosing to down the half-glass of Bourbon in his hand instead. "Who was that guy? Is he your new boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," she scoffs, narrowing her eyes as she continues to glare at him. "You know, if I had known you were gonna be a prick when I got here I never would've come."

He slams the glass down on the end table next to him, causing her to flinch a little bit. He finally turns his attention to her, his eyes reddened slightly and pupils dilated. "You're the one who had some random guy drop you off at my house using the secret entryway after I told you not to let anyone know about it. And I'm the prick?"

Andy stands from the lounge chair and moves towards her, anger radiating off of him in waves. He towers over her, gripping a handful of her hair and yanking her head back. "Answer me, Y/N."

She winces a bit as he forcefully grabs her hair. "Yes, you are. You don't get to be upset about me hanging out with other guys when you have different girls parading around here every day."

"Aww, are you jealous?" Andy mocks, giving her a soft pout as she yelps at how tight his grip on her hair is. "Do you want to be the one and only whore that I fuck?"

Y/N hesitates for a moment before answering him - unsure if this is a trap or if he's genuinely being serious. She decides on the latter, because deep down she knows Andy will never settle for her and her alone. But the way he gazes at her with fiery eyes, like he wants to devour every single inch of her, dissipates any reasoning she had within her.

"Yes..." she says, flicking her eyes to Andy's lips, then back to his eyes. "Please, Andy."

He smirks wickedly, gripping her hair impossibly tighter. "Prove it to me, then. Show me how badly you want that."

She drops to her knees in front of him, palming his semi-hard cock over his light blue boxers. He sucks in a breath at the contact, his hand still fisted in her hair. She teases him for a moment before pulling his boxers down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his silk robe. She lightly trails her fingers along the shaft and over his balls, lips tugging into a slight smile as his cock twitches from the contact.

Andy watches with bated breath, his impatience beginning to wear thin the longer she teases him. She senses his impatience and wraps her supple lips over the tip of his cock, sucking softly for a bit before stopping. She mouths along the shaft down to his balls, rubbing her tongue over them, then working her way back to the tip.

Andy yanks her hair as a warning, causing her to giggle at his eagerness. She takes him back into her warm, wet mouth, gazing up at him as she does so. She slowly bobs her head along his cock, taking him further and further down her throat. She pulls back almost all the way, stopping right at the tip to rub the underside with her tongue before sucking on it.

He groans at the pleasurable feel, letting go of her hair and bringing his hand to her chin. He holds her there, shallowly thrusting a few times. She moans as he takes control, widening her jaw a bit more for him. He grips the base and pulls out, rubbing the tip along her swollen lips, pushing into her mouth, then rubbing her lips again.

Y/N moans hotly, darting her tongue out to lick his tip each time he rubs over her lips. She bobs her head along the shaft when he pushes into her once more, drool spilling from the corner of her lips and down to her chest. The coil in Andy's stomach tightens as his release approaches. He tosses his head back, a warning barely passed his lips as he shoots hot ropes of cum down her throat, groaning filthily.

He places his hand on the back of her head, holding her in place while he ruts through his high. He pulls back when he's come down, tilting her chin up to look at him. "Swallow."

She does as he says, moaning at the taste of his cum. She sticks her tongue out when she's done, gazing up at him expectantly.

“Good girl,” he praises, lifting her up from the concrete as he does so. He crashes his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, his hands roaming over every inch of her body within reach.

She throws her arms around his neck, tugging on the hair at his nape as she deepens the kiss. He swipes his tongue along her bottom lip, silently asking for her to let him in. She obliges, running her tongue over his as she groans into the kiss. He brings his hands to her ass, squeezing roughly before lifting her legs up and around his waist.

He carries her to his bedroom, kicking the door open once they get there. He drops her onto the bed, peering down at her with lust-filled eyes. Y/N lifts her white crop-top over her head, revealing her bare breasts to him. Andy groans, taking hold of his cock and stroking as he watches her undress.

She makes quick work of her pants, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed. She makes a 'come here' motion with her fingers, scooting further up to make room for him. He climbs onto the bed, his brunette curls falling in his eyes as he hovers over her.

"Tell me one thing, Y/N," he says, dipping down to pepper kisses along her jaw. "How wet are you for me?"

"Feel for yourself," she breathes, bringing his hand down to her clothed cunt.

He chuckles, rubbing his fingertips on her dampened panties. "Mm, soaked, just like I knew you would be. You always get so fucking wet when you suck my dick. Like the little whore that you are."

“Mhm,” Y/N nods, lips falling open as Andy circles lightly over her aching clit. “I get fucking wet when I’m around you, period.”

“I know you do,” he says smugly, moving her panties to the side and sliding two fingers inside of her. “If it were you up to you, you’d be bouncing on my dick all day, every day, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, licking her lips as he presses his fingertips against her sweet spot. “Fuck…that feels good.”

“Such a needy bitch,” he says, pumping his fingers vigorously, smirking wickedly as her eyes begin to roll back from the pleasure. “But I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. No one else can.”

She shakes her head, struggling to find the right words to say with Andy’s fingers bringing her on the brink of her orgasm.

He removes his fingers and slaps her cunt, the wet smack echoing throughout the room. “No!” she yells, cunt pulsing rapidly from the contact. “No one else.”

Andy brings her up from the bed, placing her with her back against his chest. He reaches down to cup her cunt in his large hand, thumbing at her clit as he does so. “This is mine,” he growls into her ear, moving his hand up her abdomen to her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. “As are these. Every single fucking inch of you belongs to me and me alone. I can do whatever I want to you whenever I want.”

“I’m yours,” she moans hotly, placing her hands over his on her breasts and squeezing roughly. “Nobody else can have me.”

Andy groans, nipping her earlobe as he grips his cock, running the tip along her folds. He repeats the action a few more times before finally pushing his cock inside of her, gripping tightly onto her hips.

Y/N’s eyes flutter as he fills her to the hilt. He doesn’t give her time to adjust, thrusting into her at a fast, rough pace. He moves his hand from her hip across her abdomen, bringing his free hand to grip her throat, holding her in place as he ruts into her.

She pushes her hips back to meet his thrusts, moaning filthily as his heavy balls slap against her ass. He grips her throat hard - just enough to barely cut off her airflow. “Don’t move,” he hisses. “Or I’ll stop and won’t let you cum.”

She stills her movements, whining loudly as he thrusts sharply against her sweet spot. He takes hold of her arms and places them behind her back, pushing her forward slightly. This new angle allows him to go deeper, and he groans hotly at the sensation.

"You're so fucking good, babe," he breathes, tightening his grip on her arms. "Taking all of my cock like a good little slut."

Y/N turns to look at him as best as she can, clenching hard around him. "I wanna ride you," she says between moans, gazing at him with doe-eyes. "Fuck..!"

"Yeah?" he says, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and lying on his back, hand outstretched for her.

She eagerly scrambles on top of him, sinking onto his cock with a loud, exasperated moan. She places her hands on his chest for leverage, bouncing hard and fast. He smirks at her, licking his lips as her tits bounce in his face.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, taking hold of her hips in a bruising grip.

"Do you love this, Daddy?" she asks, placing her hands on her ass as she tosses her head back. "When I ride you like this?"

"Daddy, hm?" he says, swatting her hands away from her ass and replacing them with his own. "Am I your, Daddy?"

"Yeah," she nods, rolling her hips even faster against him as her orgasm approaches fast. "I'm gonna cum, Daddy...."

Andy flips her onto her back, driving his cock deep inside of her. He reaches between them and rubs tight, fast circles on her clit, groaning as her walls clench harder and harder around him. "Do it, baby," he groans. "Show Daddy who you belong to and cum on my cock."

Y/N cries out as her release hits her, writhing beneath him as the intense pleasure courses through her. Andy cums moments later, her name falling freely from his lips, groaning hotly. He buries his face in her neck, thrusting through his high before stopping completely.

He collapses on top of her, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. "Fuck... you have got to be the hottest bitch I've ever fucked."

She giggles at that, brushing her fingers through his brunette curls as she does so. "Why? Because I called you, Daddy?"

"Maybe," he teases, gently rolling his hips against her. "I will say that you're the only one whose called me that."

"Well, have I proved myself to you? That I'm the only whore you should fuck?"

He chuckles, lifting himself onto his hands and thrusting sharply. "I haven't decided yet."

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