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baeklination · 2 years

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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…”

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« 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

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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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d3monslust · 3 years

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀.𝐃.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Only setting up traps for them , Andy didn't see any of this coming

𝐖𝐂 : 3,151

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage & abusive relationships , cheating , manipulation , violence

𝐀/𝐍 : tumblr deleted the original and I thought for couple of minutes I haven’t backed it up to the point I had a panic attack :) also I worked really hard for this , any kind of interaction is appreciated!!

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Every story has a happy ending , where the villain gets defeated and the heroes win , but in eden , no one could recognize the corruption and the decent. Everyone hid their darkest and filthiest desires deep down inside them , in their abyss of their souls . Andy knew that , from first hand . He was still getting to know the place , the idle juveniles laying in the sandy beaches , the laughs of the middle aged men echoing through the thickness of the trees’ leaves . A literal paradise ... with no God .

Dolan had promised his wife to keep her safe, and eventually after his decadence , he was more fazed than anything . Their inseparable form could be made out from kilometers ago, their vivid and full of life auras leaving hints of sunshine from time to time . Winning the couple of the year and being stunned was not in their plans but the did not dodge it . Until Dolan started venturing at inexcusable bars , reciprocal pink lipstick decorating one side of his neck while he reclined next to his bond , mumbling about his ambiguous accomplishments. He had her to the point , Mariah felt overwhelmed. The weight of his nifty assets , the gravitas of his clumsy , yet anticipated acts made her scream and wince .

But Mariah David Dolan , did not intend on giving up so easily , only because her husband was demonstrating his incompetent self . Haphazardly, or not , the female found herself at Sherlock’s , who fasty evaluated and corrupted all of her nasty problems . Taken the right measurements, Mariah decided to treat themselves to a dinner , the brunette averting his gaze back from his laptop to his wife. “Did something happen ?” Mariah never cooked , even at special , “crowded” occasions , she wouldn’t lay a finger at the metallic kitchenware . “No . I just though about all the work you’re recently hooked with. A nice dinner with your wife would help you blow off some steam” smirking at the fit of the last words, she left Dolan alone, drowning in his intellectually safe thoughts.

The capriciousness of the vexing atmosphere made the couple exchange some absurd looks. With Andy being the always tired one, sexual intercourse was lost long ago . “Something you would like to say ?” “No .” She went for a debate , any sort of the key for relationships , communication. If that clink unraveled , there would be no sweet salvation for the married couple . “Well , I want to say something.” Andy whispered a silent “go on” as one of their housekeepers wiped off him some of the pasta’s sauce . “I’m pregnant .” the brunette almost choked at the hear , she couldn’t be . “What ?” voice so small , the trait of vulnerability showing .

The fraction made his stomach toss and turn with anticipation, his dreams for the unknown slowly falling apart . “I’m pregnant on the 3rd month .” eyes infested with fury , the blue like sea color dissipated. “And when were you planning on telling me , hm ? When the waters would broke ? Or when the bump would start to show ? Or when you couldn’t fucking miscarriage?” his excessive, painful words ventured to withhold her insurmountable fury . Unceremoniously, his unbeatable character almost took back his sharp words , the marvel Mariah always waited for could intervene their scold and corrupt his grudge . Albeit she had cried and prayed for that baby to come , her husband didn’t yearn it .

“Did you talk to the gynecologist? Can you ?” he stated chastely , reclining his tensed back to the chair . Who could envision Andy Dolan with a child ? The reluctance became vexing , the tension had to be dwindled if she wanted to keep that inexcusable -for him- child . “Yes . We ... discussed and he said that I cannot ... get rid of it .” her unconvincingly words passed from the one ear to the other . He abruptly threw his crystal glass at the respective wall , agitating the woman to run to clean the mess . The hot , ambiguous tears wetting her cheeks . “Cant you just love me ?” she mumbled , her fasty movements elicited a cut from the sharp glass . She hissed at the pain , she wanted to resemble the perfect , sincere , housewife Andy pleased . To conquer the theme , so as to stand next to him with all her lucid pride while clutching his right hand .

And the things became even worse , chaos consuming the island , darkness drowning the residents . But the worst was Andy’s behavior shift . The unintelligible man faltered and his intriguing about his serene family faded , woefully leaving only his malice and possession . Fighting with his own demons , his rigid and virile facade came and ended up resented . The 24-hour absence of the paternal figure made the child cope with egregious insults and quarrels . Curling up in her little bed , her hands covering the ears as not to listen his beloved parents . Was her the reason they fought every night ? And as the family withered , Andy prepared to hit with sweet and sour vengeance .

“Please ...” the woman begged , the tears blocking her already blurry vision . Fatigue in her system degenerating, she tried to refrain this , but Dolan’s wrath could not be avoided . “Please what , hm ? You had a fucking debt ! Look after that damned child . And I swear to god Mariah ^ if something had happened to my daughter!” he scolded . “Oh come on ! Stop acting like you care ! You never did ... you never cared about your family .” His intimidating methods would usually work , and if not he would try for the vicious skin-to-skin contact . Slapping her and looking her terribly weak silhouette, squirming and crying under him . She remained frigid , not wanting to get that answer , Mariah ran to the basement , advancing around the marble halls like a lost puppy . Andy rubbed his stressed temple , waiting for his own kind of wonder to come and take him from this type of hell . The paradise where demons are hidden .

Andy never wanted to become one of them. That vicious, hungry, creatures . Demons . The olds said that if somebody approached the North river he would see a little red creature . A graceful , gorgeous demon . That was bullshit , demons didn't exist , his friend Michael had told him , that poor man - he had taken the subject of claiming to be the Antichrist of the end times too thick . He ended up at an asylum - good man , sick brain . “What are you thinking ?” . God , or whoever , heard him sent him his guardian angel . The nifty woman was everything he wished for . A real living angel . And that chaste, naive flirt shifted into this; whatever that was.

“Nothing to be honest . But let’s not talk about me , hmmm ?” the girl nodded heartily . Y/N had found her person , the one she could trust and never receive betrayal , the one she could cry at and talk about her insurmountable problems . Their meeting was casual - one , two drinks exchanged , some additional winks and the saccharine act of sex to help Y/N realize her feelings. When she was with him , the blithe and sybarite feeling would bloom inside her , becoming as beautiful as a sanguine rose . She chuckled at his works , could describe him as selfless ? No . But to her ... yes . Her despondent self hid his abusive and possessive persona . For her eyes and only , Andy Dolan was a god , innocent and perfect . “I wanted to ask about ... the divorce ? When are you two signing it ?” he had to be astute and answer handily . But they answer was always the same “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry . Mariah is a bit pertinacious but I’ll persuade her , okay ?” and she would fall at the trap , again .

“You’re always answering the same !” maybe today she would revolt and fortunately leave the poisonous love of Andy’s . His eyes shone dangerously, he didn’t want to do this . “Y/N’s not like Mariah” he would remind himself , but the poor girl was sticking her nose almost everywhere . “Aren’t you pleased , hm ? I took you from that fucking clinic , I helped you withdraw and this is your thank you ? I’m disappointed in you , Y/N .” his esoteric character on sight again . His cogent and invidious words caused the sentient girl spill the salty water . The male disdaining to help or comfort . “You deserve this anyway .” she stumbled back , her apprehension increasing whilst seeing him standing up from the bed . That absurdity had to stop , but he had saved her and it was her time now .

As Andy returned home , and the futile try to persuade his wife about the divorce exhausted him , he found himself at his daughter’s room . Observing her sincere and innocent moves . “Daddy ?” “Yes , Baby ?” his far-fetched sweet talk made the two smile in sync . The blonde’s smile making daddy crack . “Can I tell you something?” Andy nodded , hoping the child wouldn’t have read any of his recreational messages . “Mommy told me the reason she doesn’t want you two to break up !” his eyes lit up at her appendix . Perhaps it was the money or the child but anyway - Andy had to know . “What’s that ?” patting his lap for the girl to sit , Hera made herself comfortable at the warmth of his legs . “She said that she won’t let you fool around with every individual who has two holess.” “She said what ?!?!” “Yes , yes but what did she mean when she said “every individual with two holes .” ?” “Not now , Hera .” he quickly placed the kid down , as she sulked at her daddy’s extraordinary behavior.

By the time Andy stated the predicament , Mariah had ruminated on her terms . She should have said this , fuck she really shouldn’t . Her dull and attention-seeking words pushed her husband’s last buttons . “Are you fucking braindead ? What was that you said to my daughter ?!” she knew where that debate would end up . Condescendingly , she wrapped her arms around his neck . Her touch-starved grating amusing his carnal urges . Not wanting to dwell on the situation , Andy let it happen . Her amorous posture , the well-med hair , how didn’t he feel it coming ? Her hands traveling at his shirt’s buttons while Andy’s fingers went for her top . Discarded clothing were soon decorating the floor of their kitchen . His greed for more would eat him up one day . And he waited - patiently and calmly for that day . Her tenuous dominance caused waking up his boredom. But his prurient mind , thought otherwise.

She licked his upper lip , Andy letting her tongue slip into his mouth . The sloppy kiss turning into something more passionate, more loving . “I’ve missed this .” she mumbled in between breaths , making a smirk plaster on Dolan’s face . “I’ve missed you .” he hushed her by kissing her , the loving , lingering kiss making butterflies fly in her stomach . “Andy ?” he groaned at the call , not wanting to eye roll , he approved the question and motivated to go on . “Do you love me ?” “Yes. Only you . And no one else . I know things are hard right now but I’ll make it up to you.”

Bare bodies tangled . Two bodies in one . His hips snapped viciously at hers , hand grabbing a harmful fist of hair . Abruptly pulling it back , making Mariah hiss at the sudden contact of pain . The persona she would only see , not even Y/N , the sadistic one . Her head touching his sweaty torso , the tears in her eyes strengthening his stamina . The coil in her stomach tightened and as the loved noticed it - his hands traveled between her puffy lips , toying with her little bud . “I’m .... im-” her muffled cries interrupting her . “I know baby . Cum , cum with me .” and the coil in her belly broke synchronized with his . The addicting feeling of euphoria engulfing them both . “You did so well .” his sugary words causing her pride to rise , awaking her love for him . Just like the old times . “I love you , Mariah .” she perched at his tight embrace , inhaling his intoxicating scent . “Mhm me too .” she had to savor the moment . Mariah didn’t know what could possibly find her tomorrow .

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And as Andy distanced himself from Y/N, he kept his promise and made up the tangle. At least everything that could be fixed . The insuperable bond they created was ineffable. The somnolent love , almost dead , rose back from the dead . His pernicious and arcane self opened at his therapist . The Dolans couldn’t be happier . Apathy no longer lived between them . No invidious implication wafting around the tensed atmosphere. Just some more scarce , anticipated details and Dolan would finally fall into blithely.

Andy planted the usual good morning kiss on his wife . Excusing himself for his aimless absence on lunch and venturing to the car . The fraction of 2 to months without seeing Y/N, made him tacit. Where was the power Dolan’s hold ? He couldn’t falter, not now. He would withhold and keep things conservative. His conscience screamed no , but he shut it off , not wanting to trust his instincts . Choosing the obliviousness.

Approaching her modern like house , the cars of topical police confused his comprehension. Incompetent to walk inside , albeit he promised not to care - a part which was got circumvented - some of his worry remained to Y/N . “Officer , is she okay ?” the concern in his eyes made the blue - dressed man doubt his accusation . “Sir , are you Mr.Dolan ?” the man let his white scribbling block down , paying full attention to the brunette . “In the flesh .” two more patrols approaching, no feeling of timidity in their eyes . His envision had to be mendacious . A prosaic one , more realistic. “Andy Dolan you are arrested for the murder of Y/N Y/L/N” his conception blurred, everything changing into automatic. His eyes caught the figure of his wife talking to another police man - she wouldn’t? Would she ?

Everything happened so quickly, the metal handcuffs were clutched onto his hand, the ignominious state making him sentient. He would go to prison and there was no denial in that . At least he would leave Eden .

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He had learnt the news . Mariah was in all this . She had been informed about Andy’s illegal affair , not only with women but with drugs , too . On the one side, she had managed to plan her husband’s perfect suicide but the contradiction she received made her tentative. Therefore she visited the professionals . Sherlock’s beneficial - for both Mariah and him- and handily trap got Dolan arrested . They had planned everything, even the littlest detail . The plan was easy , yet complicated.

He would wake up at 7:15 a.m. as always . Head to the kitchen to make his morning coffee , catch up with Mariah who would accidentally leave the house . His phone would remind him about his last meeting with Y/N , where she would end up thing with him . Or what Mariah had decided to do for her . Y/N had left the island months ago when Mrs.Dolan appeared in her house and threatened to kill her and her soon-to-be-born child. As Andy would drive his way , Sherlock would leave his fingerprint everywhere , placing them carefully at the edges of the gun . Next step would be Y/N’s doppelgänger, nice and murdered next to the white rug .

The unbearable route of the dull prison . The thousand of men behind the metal bars , hungry for every kind of fight and sexual intercourse nettled his every atom . Compelling himself not to communicate with anyone , Andy , who had received a life imprisonment lost and the last bit of faith . There was no salvation for him , it never existed . “You have a letter .” the word taking him out of his dwelling thoughts. His family never sent him letters , not that they were coming . Drugs were forbidden, or that was the law applied . “Sender ?” “Unknown .” Andy wasn’t in the mood for playing games . This almost one years in prison erased all of his lenient future. Additionally, alleviating his last mendacious fantasies about life .

Taking the rigid piece of paper , the handwriting of a woman caught his attention . Refraining himself from toring it apart and throwing it to the trash can , he want for abstinence. Cutting the edges with a small knife which used to hide right down his pillow , the form a photo fall on the floor . Inhaling a piece of pure reluctance , Andy took the shiny piece of paper between his hands . The silhouettes of two girls laughing at each other quirked his eye brow . But her ineffable and disheveled beauty stopped his breath . A baby adjoining her side , made him caught the implication . The transparent eligibility to join this family causing him to incandescent. That was his child and his Y/N .

Last thing , eyes traveling at the bottom of the photo

- SHOT WITH NIKON 456 | 6/4/2021 | 7:56 p.m.

And they were alive .

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itsgrishaverse · 4 years

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MASTERLIST.

( mobile friendly. )

In the following, you will find my PIECES OF WRITING and any other CONTENT. This masterlist will be updated actively, including more muses. Thank you for reading and reblogging my content.

want to read more content? look at my AO3.

⎝ MICHAEL LANGDON.

halloween !

loving you !

THE COUNT.

taking care of him !

jealousy !

first meeting !

an act of affection !

developing a crush !

TRY IT ON. langdon edition pt1.

VISION / MARVEL.

you’re not who you think you are.

#masterlist #cody fern #ahs fandom #ahsedit #michael langdon x you #duncan sheperd x reader #michael langdon #duncan shepherd #andy dolan #EDITS #michael langdon imagine #ahs apocalypse #drasangel

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littledemondani · 3 years

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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.

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.

tagging: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @lovelylangdonx @with-dandelions-in-her-hands @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @xavierplymptons @instinctsxbaby @dailylangdon @confettucini @ferndolan

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd smut #duncan shepherd imagine #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd fanfic #duncan shepherd fanfiction #duncan shepherd x reader x andy dolan #andy dolan #andy dolan smut #andy dolan imagine #andy dolan x reader #andy dolan fanfic #andy dolan fanfiction #kinktober 2021

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king-with-no-crovvn · 1 month

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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

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little-lily-w · 2 years

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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

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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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!

* Copyright @wroteclassicaly - Do NOT redistribute, post to another platform, translate, or plagiarize my work (this includes AI) — under any circumstances! Reblogs, comments/feedback are ALWAYS appreciated! *

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

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lavenderahs · 3 years

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lavenderahs masterlist

welcome to my masterlist:)

ミ - current writes;

any cody fern role

any ahs season [character or pov]

ミ - requests are closed

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ミ - michael langdon

michael langdon; your stepfather p.1

michael langdon; your stepfather p.2

michael comforts you on a sad rainy day

darling take me back

arguing & apologies

langdons task; corporate!Michael

michael taking care of you on your period [headcanon]

michael taking care of you when youre sick [fluff]

jealousy jealousy - michael langdon professor

sub michael headcanons

outpost michael fluff

gentle boy introduction

ミ - andy dolan

venturing new places

ミ - duncan shepherd

night in

flashing lights

ミ - xavier plympton

smoke sesh

ミ - stan vogel

campfire w stan headcannons

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ahs seasons

ミ - hotel

cherry scented hallways [the countess x fem]

give him a little bit of space - tristan duffy

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other

ミ - prompts / asks / etc

cody fluff prompts [anon req]

#american horror story #cody fern #fanfiction #ahs fanfiction #masterlist #cody fern fanfic #smut #michael langdon #ahs #xavier plympton #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #ahs fandom #cody fern fandom

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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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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