Fern Fiction

B Y E

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The afternoon sun beat down on you as you watched Andy practice fencing. He was wearing a tight spandex suit that left nothing to the imagination. You should have been focusing on his moves. After all, he asked that you make sure his form was just right. But your gaze had shifted to his crotch.

His flaccid cock was noticeable through the tight fabric, eliciting all kinds of dirty thoughts to run wild.

You pictured his cock, heavy in your hand, the tip flushed red with a drop of pre-cum seeping from the slit. The thought made your mouth water and cunt throb.

Without thinking, you stood from the lawn chair and made your way over to him. The grass felt hot against your feet, but you don’t care, your sole focus being Andy.

He notices your movement and stills, smirking at you as you step onto the platform. “Need something?”

You nod, eyes falling to his lips. You capture them in a heated kiss, throwing your arms lazily around his neck. He chuckles at your eagerness, pulling you closer to his body by your waist.

“Show me,” he says against your lips. “I have a feeling I know exactly what it is.”

You sink to your knees in front of him, grazing your palm over his prominent bulge. Andy watches on with bated breath, his cock twitching at your touch.

He runs his fingers through your hair, moaning at the feel of your lips on his cock. You smirk up at him, running your tongue along the shaft over the spandex.

“I fucking knew it. You’re such a needy cock slut, aren’t you? Can’t go one goddamn minute without my dick inside of you.”

You can feel his erection growing with each swipe of your tongue and open-mouthed kiss you give. You can’t help the sense of power it gives you, knowing only you can reduce the famous Andy Dolan to nothing but a whimpering mess underneath your touch.

His impatience increases by the minute until he’s had enough of your teasing. He yanks your head back, gazing down at you with annoyance written all over his features.

“You know how I feel about you teasing me. Why don’t you be a good little whore and do what you came out here to do.”

He releases your hair, taking a hit from the joint while he waits for you.

His words go straight through to your core, arousal pooling on the gusset of your panties. You reach forward and pull the spandex suit down, moaning as his cock springs from its confines.

You waste no time taking the tip between your lips, sucking. Andy groans at the feel of your lips, the sensation magnified by the weed. He takes one last hit, flicking the blunt off to the side of him.

He places his hand behind your head, holding you still as he thrusts down your throat.

“Fuck. You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.”

You moan around his shaft; the vibration causing his cock to twitch. You bring your hand to his balls, the feel of them heavy in your hand.

A growl tears itself from Andy’s throat and he grips your hair even tighter. He pulls out halfway before slamming you back on his cock, smirking at your garbled moans.

He peers at you through heavy lids, taking notice of the tears prickling your e/c eyes. The sight fuels him and he thrusts faster, praises falling from his plump lips.

Several paparazzi pull up to Andy’s backyard after being tipped off by someone at the Wellness Center that Andy was back in town and hide in the trees. They’re able to snap several pictures without Andy noticing, though that doesn’t last very long.

“Looks like we have an audience, baby,” he smirks, not once losing his rhythm.

The thought of being watched sends another wave of arousal through your aching cunt. You reach down to rub fast circles on your clit, moaning louder with each swipe.

Andy groans as he watches you play with yourself, his cock twitching inside of your mouth. He releases down your throat with no warning, his curls falling over his eyes as he tilts his head forward.

You're surprised by his sudden release, but continue to work him through his high. Once he's come down, Andy moves your hand from your cunt, a dangerous glint in his crystal eyes as he looks down at you.

"I didn't say you could cum," he growls, smirking softly at the small whine you make at the loss of your fingers. "Now did I?"

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STOPPPPP OMG THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE- FUCK I HAD TO WRITE THIS SUPER FAST AND IMMEDIATELY BC IM YEARNING SO HARD RN SO THIS IS SHORT SRRY

warnings (please let me know if i forgot any!) ; exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, use of restraints, rough sex, breeding kink, etc.

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wSummary: Just another look into the dynamic between Jim and Duncan.

Warnings: whole lotta fluff, some smut, talks of body image, Duncan being a dad low-key-

WC: 1.9k

A/N: Well if this isn’t something that has been sitting in my drafts finished for months… I appreciate all of you who have been patient with me. Slowly but surely. I’ll also be dropping a few other things I’ve finished over the course of the next few days. Part of my little Duncan and Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by militantis

Months into their engagement, Jim noticed a change in what he would call his better half. Duncan hated the term, considering Jim his equal. Duncan, to put it simply, let go. What was once a serious man about business, meeting end goals, and meeting deadlines, turned into a man that was rather playful. A “it’ll get done” type of guy. And it always did get done, right on time, but not without a few things in the way.

He grew in size, his full dad bod coming into play and Jim couldn’t want anything more. Any opportunity he got he was up under Duncan, praising him. Whether it be down to the full blown beard he decided to grow out or the full thickness of his thighs and arms, Jim grabbed at Duncan when he could. He had even let a few chest hairs grow which Jim didn’t even know he was capable of producing. That’s how clean cut Shepherd kept it.

Duncan fumbled with the buttons on his button up, trying to get the last remainder of them closed. He was struggling and he was desperate. He WAS going to be late for work. There was no questioning that at all.

“FUCK!” he shouted, just ripping the shirt off all together, not caring that buttons flew everywhere and that the material ripped in several different places.

“Hey.” Jim said, quickly getting up from the bed as he was watching Duncan get dressed. He got in front of the mirror Duncan was standing in front of, obstructing Duncan’s view of himself. “Your body is changing and that’s okay.” Jim took his opportunity to run his hands the entire length of Duncan’s arms, over his bare chest and torso, dipping his fingers in the hem of his suit pants

“Perks of being in a happy relationship, right?” Jim questioned, biting down on his lip and staring into Duncan’s eyes. Duncan chuckled lightly, taking his time to admire the sight in front of him that was Jim. His features were soft, radiating off of Duncan’s hardness, making him smaller. Duncan rested his forehead against Jim’s and sighed shakily.

“I have a meeting today.” he breathed out. “I’m going to be late.”

“Things happen. They will understand. Text your boss, let him know you need a personal and we’ll run to a clothing store real quick, okay? Just don’t freak out. I got you.”

Duncan nodded his head, taking a few deep breaths before throwing on one of his hoodies. At least those always fit.

Jim watched Duncan carefully. He admired how the sweat fell gracefully from his body as he worked on the task in front of him. He decided that he wanted to repaint their entire living room and he was doing just that. His sweat pants hung lazily on his waist revealing his pair of blue polo boxers. His silver cuban chain hung around his neck as he brushed the paint brush against the wall in even strokes.

The way Duncan’s back muscles flexed every time he raised his arm up and down was enough to get Jim’s mouth watering. Setting the end of the paint brush between his teeth, Duncan climbed down the ladder, setting the brush down on a piece of newspaper. He took this time to stretch, he chest and stomach muscles flexing in response before settling back into his skin as he relaxed. His print was on full display for Jim to see, he was no hider.

Jim cleared his throat, returning his attention back to the conversation he was having with Medina through text message. He was about to hit send when Duncan plopped down next to him, their thighs rubbing together.

“I am so fucking tired.” Duncan said, throwing his arm around Jim.

“And sweaty.” Jim added. “Don’t forget sweaty.”

“Oops.” Duncan jabbed back, running his entire arm against Jim’s side.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

With an increase in size came an increase in strength. Duncan pounded into Jim ruthlessly as he held him up by the back of his thighs, Jim’s arms wrapped around Duncan’s neck. The surfer boy’s moans echoed off the walls as he neared his end.

Duncan carried him over to the bed, flipping him onto his stomach, pulling his ass up in the air before ramming back into him. With this new profound stamina, Jim wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Duncan gripped both of his cheeks, spreading them, watching himself disappear in and out of Jim. Low and husky growls left his throat as Jim’s moans only grew louder. He grabbed himself, stroking at the rhythm of Duncan’s thrust who were selfish and frantic, but Jim loved it. He craved it.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”  Duncan praised as he dug his nails into Jim’s soft flesh, not letting up his pace for even a second.

“W..w…Wanna look at you.” Jim moaned out, gripping the sheets underneath him, his next few moans coming out in croaks instead as Duncan hit his prostate over and over. “And fucking touch you. God I just want to fucking touch you, Dunc.”

Duncan wasted no time flipping Jim over in one swift motion, never leaving out of him. He hovered over him, chest falling and rising rapidly. The glow from the moonshine through their bedroom window, high lighted all of Duncan’s features. Perspiration dropped down his body and his stomach rested lightly against Jim’s. His thicker and slightly muscular arms held Jim in place as they stared each other down. Jim was burning holes in Duncan and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.

“C'mon, Dunc.” Jim begged again, slightly rotating his hips against his length. “I’ve been so good this week. Please daddy?”

Duncan grunted in response, letting his grip on Jim go, allowing for Jim to get the contact he so desperately wanted. He pulled Duncan, roughly, closer to him, arms snaking around his neck once again, hands in his messy hair.

“Oh yeah?” Duncan questioned.

“Mhm.” Jim answered, getting up and stretching.

“How so?”

A twisted, yet seductive grin, made its way across Jim’s face asked he shoved his phone in short pocket. Snatching his strawberry banana flavored puff bar off of the tablet, he hit it before putting it in his pocket as well.

“You know I told myself I would never pick up this God forsaken habit again.” Jim grinned.

“As far as I’m concerned you never quit, smart ass. Don’t change the subject.”

“You know that one floral shirt you love? The pretty white one with the colorful roses all over it?”

“What about it?”

“Would be ashamed if somehow this entire ketchup bottle I was using for my burgers, ended up on said shirt. Don’t you think?”

Duncan cocked his head to the side, amused with Jim’s games.

“Oh you think I’m joking?” Jim questioned. Duncan stood up, rather quickly, freezing Jim in his place.

Jim leaned his back into the chest of his significant other, Duncan’s stance never faltering as he continued to engage in conversation with one of his business partners/close friend. The huskiness of his voice vibrated off of Jim’s back, sending shivers down his spine. He smelt of whiskey and Jim’s favorite Bourbon cologne.

Despite his every want to advance on Jim, he kept his composure. Jim fit perfectly between Duncan’s stockier frame, completely blocking anyone from seeing him from behind.

“You know.” the man, roughly around Duncan’s age, spoke, noticing. “The wife has been dying to have lunch, Shepherd. And meet Jim, here. Why don’t we all go out for lunch next weekend? My treat.” He gave Duncan that all too knowing look that alpha males gave each other. A silent high five, if you will.

“Ooo, Dunc, that’ll be fun.” Jim peered up at his lover. Duncan peered back down at Jim before returning his attention to the man in front of them.

“Sounds good, Julian.” Duncan answered. “You tell Diana that we’ll be there.”

“Of course. It was nice seeing you again, Jimmy. Don’t forget our deadline, Duncan. I’ll see you at work.”

As soon as Julian was out of sight, Jim spun around so he was facing Duncan, throwing his arms around the back of his neck. Jim knew exactly what he was doing and Duncan gave him exactly the look that he wanted.

“A lunch where you’ll actually behave right?” he questioned, eyes beaming down at Jim. How he could keep his hands in his pockets, despite his urges, were unremarkable. And if it weren’t for his jet black jeans, the tent them would have been obvious.

“Seems to me like you’re the one not behaving.” Jim retorted, pushing himself further into Duncan to feel against his length. “Mr. Shepherd.”

“You wanna know the real joke?” Duncan questioned, closing in on Jim quick, sizing him up. Except there was no “sizing up”. Jim knew where he stood. “This is your Cuban, not mine.”

“Wh-,”

“And it would be a real shame if something were to happen to it.”

“You wouldn’t-,”

“And you would?” Duncan bit down on his lip, backing Jim up into the coffee table where it his the back of his knees, causing him to stumble. Instinctively Duncan stuck his hand out, catching Jim’s to pull him back up. “Careful now.”

Jim, again, took his time to admire the figure in front of him that was Duncan. The way he chest rose and fell as he used all of his strength to ensure that Jim did not fall over. The way his biceps flexed as he only tightened the grip he had on Jim’s hand.

“You know, Shepherd.” Jim began. “You’re something like a beautiful super hero.”

“Is that so-,”

“But my beautiful super hero. Not the world’s. Just mine.”

Jim stared at Duncan in awe. And when the time came, he was going to be more than ready. A baby carrier, he bought, just for the arrival of his new born nephew, courtesy of Medina. Little Joshua rested his head comfortably against Duncan’s chest as he snoozed in his baby carrier. Duncan, scanned over the grocery list on his phone before eyeing the items on the shelf.  

“Something about it being organic…” he mumbled to himself, his eyes narrowing to concentrate on the items in front of him. He rested his hand on Joshua’s lower back, offering the little guy some support as he fell into deeper sleep. Jim leaned over the cart, also eyeing the items in an effort to help.

“There. Right there.” Jim said, pointing to the bottle.

“It’s funny.” Duncan began. “I looked in that same spot twice and glanced over it every time.”

“Cause you’re so focused on making Josh here, comfortable while he sleeps.” Duncan’s blue orbs met Jim with a blush.

“Don’t want him to fall out, you know?” Duncan stared down at Josh who stirred in his sleep, rubbing his face entirely across Duncan’s chest to turn his head to the other side, just to face Jim whose voice he could hear. It was an uncle and nephew bond that was unbreakable. And if it wasn’t Jim he was crying over, it was Duncan.

“Of course.” Duncan answered, a softness radiating through his voice. “Only yours, but the world is ours.”

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.

First of all, I love this concept so much! Thankyou for requesting it. Jim and reader are in their late 20s in this btw.

(smut. infidelity)

You opened the door whilst Isaiah ran around grabbing all his toys and flinging them across the room. "Hey Jim" "Hi y/n, HI LITTLE MAN!!" Isaiah ran upto Jim whilst shouting "Daddy! Daddy!" Jim picked him up and smothered him with kisses. "Everything good to go y/n?" asked Jim. You'd spent all morning getting Isaiahs bag ready for his overnight stay with his daddy. "Yeah, should be. Do you want a coffee? Marks at work." Jim thought about it for a moment, then said yes.

You and Jim had been together for a year when you fell pregnant. Things were great and your relationship went from strength to strength. However, just after Isaiah turned 1, you'd split up. It was a mutual decision and you promised you'd stay friends and respectful, for your childs sake. Mark had come into your life a year ago. He was great with Isaiah and that sealed the deal for you. To be honest, you were worried you'd never find anyone who would accept you with a baby. But Mark did. Sometimes you were so in love with Mark, but other times you'd realise it was mostly due to how good he was with your son.

As you both sipped on your coffee, Isaiah darted over to Jims lap and knocked his mug over. Jims tee was soaked. "Young man, you can't do that! That's not very nice is it?" "I'll get you some tissues, one sec!" You returned with a tea towel. Jim was stood there, bare chested and wiping himself down with his hands. You couldn't help but stare at his perfectly golden skin. The smattering of moles that decorated his torso.. The trail of hair under his bellybutton. Jim noticed and smirked. "Nothings changed y/n, same old Jim"

Isaiah had worn himself out from the excitement and then the mild scolding from Jim. He was having his afternoon nap whilst you and Jim sat there watching tv. Jim was still topless but he didn't seem to mind. "Jim, you can grab a shower if you wanna wash yourself properly? I can't imagine that coffee's gonna make you smell nice" "You're right y/n. Except I don't have any clothes with me." "I'll grab one of Marks tees. Don't worry"

Jim followed you upstairs. You couldn't help feeling nervous as he walked up behind you in such close proximity. You grabbed him a towel and turned the shower on for him. "There you go Jim. All yours" As you turned to leave, Jim grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest. You couldn't look him in the eyes. This was too close. You could feel his breath on you and the warmth of his skin. "Join me" You looked into his eyes and he slowly blinked. His eyes were as deep as an ocean and he knew you could never resist them. Your lips crashed and you gave into his hungry kiss. The familiar feel of his lips against yours made you sigh deeply. You stripped as quick as you could whilst Jim removed his jeans. The shower was running and Jim pulled you under it. As the water ran over your bare bodies, you familiarised yourself with Jims body again. You'd missed his lean toned body, his muscular thighs and his generously sized cock. "Oh fuck y/n.. I missed your touch.. So much"

You pumped his cock whilst Jim bent down to take your tits in his mouth. His tongue felt so good on your nipples you couldn't help but moan. Jim pushed you against the wall and lifted your left leg with his large hand. His other hand found its way between your legs. His fingers rubbed your pussy from your clit right down to your hole and back up again. He had to hold you with some force as your legs buckled. Two fingers slid in and you clenched around him. "Missed.. This.." you whimpered. "I missed your horny moans y/n.. I could cum just by listening to you. So fucking hot" You moaned even louder, knowing that Jims cock was aching to be buried in you. He lifted you up against the wall and lined up his cock against your pussy. "You want it bad huh? You want me to fuck you like he can't, right?" Jim growled in your ear. You nodded and moved down onto Jim. You didn't want to take it slow, you wanted to bounce on his dick fast and hard. You wanted to feel him deep in you, thrusting into your sweet spot.

" Yes!! Yes.. Just like that Jim..harder!" Jim was relentlessly bucking his hips into you, watching your tits bounce in his face. "These fucking tits, so perfect. Your pretty pussy.. Fucking.. Fuck..Perfect" You knew he was going to cum soon. He always stuttered like this when he was close. Jim came with a loud groan. He pulled out of you slowly. His hands moved back to your pussy as he worked your clit until you released all the built up stress you'd been holding in.

"Mummy!!! DADDY!!" Isaiahs voice brought you back to reality as you scrambled out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. "I'm here baby, one second!!" You ran down the stairs and cuddled him. "Mummy, mobile phone. Ringing!" He was holding your mobile as you saw the screen light up with "Mark ringing" Your hands were shaking. From your delightful orgasm and also the sheer terror of what you had done. You gave yourself 10 minutes and composed yourself. Hands still shaking, you rung Mark back and waited for him to answer. Voicemail. You decided not to leave a message. You'd speak to him when he got home.

(smut, slight voyeurism)

Another Saturday, another full day with Andy at his beautiful home. It was almost routine now. You’d see each other a few times a week, but Saturday was the day you would stay over at his.

Andy lived alone, except for some house help. His right hand man was Ben, the butler. They were of a similar age so they got on well. You didn’t mind Ben. He was always respectful and gave you your privacy.

You were lazily swimming in the pool when you heard Andy call Ben.

“Ben? Can you bring us two mojitos please, as soon as possible. Thaanks”

Mm, a mojito is just what you needed in this heat. Not long after, you felt Andy join you in the pool, pulling you in for a hot lingering kiss. His full soft lips pushed into yours with such passion, you thought he would devour you then and there. As he turned you around, your back came flush to his chest. You reached up and wrapped your hand around his neck as he undid your bikini top. His hands moved down your chest and rested on your tits. Slowly, he began to roll your erect nipples in his fingers, causing you to let out a moan. God his hands felt good, so fucking good. You closed your eyes as he licked up your neck and nibbled at your earlobe.This was your sweet spot and he knew you came undone this way.

Suddenly you heard footsteps and looked up to see Ben walking in with your drinks. “SHIT! SHIT!” you whimpered.

“Sir, your dri-” he stopped dead in his tracks, unable to look away. He had often seen you kissing before, but never in this state. Andy didn’t flinch, he simply waved his hands and said “Give us a moment Ben, wait there.”

WAIT THERE?? You were about to throw a hissy fit, but Andy held you down and moved his hands towards your pussy. You turned around and mouthed “what the fuck??” until you saw the smirk on Andys face and the ravenous look. “Be my filthy slut and let him watch.. you know you want to”

He was right, you did want to. The idea of being fucked in front of someone had always been a fantasy, but you were afraid of sharing it with a usually protective Andy. “Okay” you whispered, as Andy sat you down on the edge of the pool and spread your legs apart. With one quick swipe, he discarded your bikini bottoms. He turned around to see Ben still stood there, flushed and fidgeting.

“Tell me what you want me to do..and say it loud enough so he can hear.”

You weren’t sure if you could, until you saw Andy pull out his cock and start stroking it. His cock was beautiful, thick, swollen and glistening with precum. You wanted to taste it, you wanted to feel it in your mouth, you wanted it to pound your pussy till you couldn’t walk. “Fuck me please, I need it.. I just want you to fuck me senseless..”

Andy growled at your filthy words and moved down until his mouth was on your cunt. “Let me taste you first, I know you’re as sweet as honey, but I want Ben to see what you do to me.”

His warm tongue licked up from your hole, to your clit. As soon as you felt his lips on your clit, you lost it. You let out the filthiest moan ever and bit your lip. Andy knew what to do, he was an expert at fucking you with his mouth AND his cock. He set up a steady rhythm, flicking and sucking your clit until your legs were shaking. You started to grind your pussy all over his beautiful face until you couldn’t take any more. “Andy, please, I need you inside me..”

As he moved up to your face, you saw his beard glistening with your arousal. “Okay baby, but from now on, I’m gonna need to hear you call me Sir. Got that?” He looked at Ben and motioned for him to leave. You could see Ben had a lump in his pants and that spurred you on even more.

As he filled you up with his cock, your mind was racing. What if next time he asked Ben to stay longer, what if he asked him to join in?

“I know what you’re thinking, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you enjoy the both of us next week..” Andy smirked again, and you smiled at how well he knew you.

“Mhhmm.. whatever you say, SIR”

(smut, slight voyeurism)

Another Saturday, another full day with Andy at his beautiful home. It was almost routine now. You’d see each other a few times a week, but Saturday was the day you would stay over at his.

Andy lived alone, except for some house help. His right hand man was Ben, the butler. They were of a similar age so they got on well. You didn’t mind Ben. He was always respectful and gave you your privacy.

You were lazily swimming in the pool when you heard Andy call Ben.

“Ben? Can you bring us two mojitos please, as soon as possible. Thaanks”

Mm, a mojito is just what you needed in this heat. Not long after, you felt Andy join you in the pool, pulling you in for a hot lingering kiss. His full soft lips pushed into yours with such passion, you thought he would devour you then and there. As he turned you around, your back came flush to his chest. You reached up and wrapped your hand around his neck as he undid your bikini top. His hands moved down your chest and rested on your tits. Slowly, he began to roll your erect nipples in his fingers, causing you to let out a moan. God his hands felt good, so fucking good. You closed your eyes as he licked up your neck and nibbled at your earlobe.This was your sweet spot and he knew you came undone this way.

Suddenly you heard footsteps and looked up to see Ben walking in with your drinks. “SHIT! SHIT!” you whimpered.

“Sir, your dri-” he stopped dead in his tracks, unable to look away. He had often seen you kissing before, but never in this state. Andy didn’t flinch, he simply waved his hands and said “Give us a moment Ben, wait there.”

WAIT THERE?? You were about to throw a hissy fit, but Andy held you down and moved his hands towards your pussy. You turned around and mouthed “what the fuck??” until you saw the smirk on Andys face and the ravenous look. “Be my filthy slut and let him watch.. you know you want to”

He was right, you did want to. The idea of being fucked in front of someone had always been a fantasy, but you were afraid of sharing it with a usually protective Andy. “Okay” you whispered, as Andy sat you down on the edge of the pool and spread your legs apart. With one quick swipe, he discarded your bikini bottoms. He turned around to see Ben still stood there, flushed and fidgeting.

“Tell me what you want me to do..and say it loud enough so he can hear.”

You weren’t sure if you could, until you saw Andy pull out his cock and start stroking it. His cock was beautiful, thick, swollen and glistening with precum. You wanted to taste it, you wanted to feel it in your mouth, you wanted it to pound your pussy till you couldn’t walk. “Fuck me please, I need it.. I just want you to fuck me senseless..”

Andy growled at your filthy words and moved down until his mouth was on your cunt. “Let me taste you first, I know you’re as sweet as honey, but I want Ben to see what you do to me.”

His warm tongue licked up from your hole, to your clit. As soon as you felt his lips on your clit, you lost it. You let out the filthiest moan ever and bit your lip. Andy knew what to do, he was an expert at fucking you with his mouth AND his cock. He set up a steady rhythm, flicking and sucking your clit until your legs were shaking. You started to grind your pussy all over his beautiful face until you couldn’t take any more. “Andy, please, I need you inside me..”

As he moved up to your face, you saw his beard glistening with your arousal. “Okay baby, but from now on, I’m gonna need to hear you call me Sir. Got that?” He looked at Ben and motioned for him to leave. You could see Ben had a lump in his pants and that spurred you on even more.

As he filled you up with his cock, your mind was racing. What if next time he asked Ben to stay longer, what if he asked him to join in?

“I know what you’re thinking, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you enjoy the both of us next week..” Andy smirked again, and you smiled at how well he knew you.

“Mhhmm.. whatever you say, SIR”

I’m beyond words that my writing inspires!! 🥰 What a kindhearted thing to drop in and say!

I agree that the Ferndom took a huge hit back in January, and so many decided to leave or stop writing altogether because of the generalized negativity amongst other things! I know that’s why I took a huge break...

It doesn’t help that we have no new content to create with, and we’re all starved for Eden and American Horror Stories to drop.

But there are so many writers that still create here, and I feel like I try to read and reblog as many as I see, because nothing helps writers improve or feel inspired to continue creating like interaction, which is generally lacking across the board in my humble opinion.

If you’re looking for people to read, I’d point you in the direction of @jimmason @darkened-sunrises @fernfiction @infernwetrust @michaellangdonstanaccount @9layerdevilfoodcake @angelicmichael @bratforlangdon @langdonsjoyy @matildaofoz @prophecy-is-inevitable or some of the tenured writers like @littledemondani @fckinsupreme @sojournmichael @dyns33 @icylangdon @langdxn along with several others. There is also ao3 where Guiltyfiend does still have a couple of her fics up.

THERE ARE LITERALLY SO MANY THAT I DONT EVEN KNOW ALL OF THEM. I’m likely not mentioning quite a few much to my dismay.

Okay bye.

i stan this GOODBYE

warnings (please let me know if i forgot any!) ; cunilingus, subby duncan, bde reader LOL

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omg he’d be SO jealous- i’ve theorized that he’d be so in love with his child and his new family but sometimes he’d be an attention hog sometimes ya know??

warnings (please let me know if i forgot any!) ; mommy kink, dad jim, sexual tension, etc.

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stop wait this is adorable 🥺

warnings (please let me know if i forgot any!) ; pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, that’s honestly it i think-

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