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lanabuckybarnes · 1 year ago

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Empty words.

This has been in my drafts for a bit but it's rotting my brain. I’m sad so I’m making everyone else sad.

Fluff with a sad end. I’m not that good at writing angst.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Insinuated character death?

ALWAYS (Sequal)

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It was no secret that Bucky had the heart eyes for the little nurse who had just transferred. The way her bright eyes were permanently blown wide giving her that scared little doe look or the way she still looked adorable covered in someone's blood, he couldn’t decide what had made him fall into the jaws of love.

Or maybe it was that time she’d saved his ass, yeah, it was probably that.

Bucky had been out on the frontline when a single wrong move had cost him, a bullet lodged itself straight in the shoulder, only a centimetre from his beating heart. For 3 days he’d been out due to an infection racking his body, punishment for not seeking adequate treatment once it had occurred but when he awoke with a startle and his eyes laid on her soft-looking features he decided that maybe almost dying was worth it.

What he didn’t expect was for his pretty little nurse to be so damn stubborn when it came to his advances.

For the entire time he was in the infirmary he’d tried to wow her with that silver tongue of his, from promises to take her dancing to much more sinful ones— he’d tried it all and she still said no. This would be harder than what he thought.

After having to be practically kicked out of his infirmary bed she’d started receiving small gifts. A single rose appeared first and she’d inhaled its soft scent with a smile before placing it down to complete her paperwork.

A small collection of ration chocolate was next, a sweet gesture that she’d gladly gulped down late at night while reading her favourite novel.

Her favourite though had to be a beautiful handwritten note, the contents filled with words that no other man could ever think of much less write it down. His words were poet-like, she could feel herself begin to swoon.

Eventually, the anonymous sender had bucked up the confidence to deliver his letters by hand, who would’ve guessed it would’ve been the smart-mouthed Sargent? They’d finished that night on the grassy hills of the base, a flask of malt between them, his thick coat around her body while she rested her head softly against his shoulder.

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The next time they’d found time to meet it was hot, far too hot. The men had stripped down, their military coats strewn about the camp and their shirts unbuttoned. Not Sargent Barnes though. He had a date and he intended to look the part.

What a horrible mistake that was.

She’d gotten away early from her duties at the infirmary. They walked along the beach, the sun high in the sky, it was killing him but he’d be dammed if he let her see.

When she turned from her conversation to look at him, a giggle bubbled from her throat.

“Buck you’re sweating, take off that coat.” The collar and back of it were a deep brown from his sweat.

“Ah ah, I gotta look good for my lady” he retorted, truthfully, he was exhausted under those layers and she refused to let him get sunstroke because he was trying to impress her.

Her fingers made quick work of the gold embellished buttons, popping them one by one before setting her sights on the belt. He couldn’t help but grin.

“You know if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask Sweetheart” he teased letting his thumb and forefinger pinch her chin- she returned his affection with a sweaty hand to his face, pushing it away softly.

He’d placed his coat on the sand and guided her to sit, following suit just after. They spoke for a while before Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, she was squinting in the sun and he didn’t like when she was uncomfortable in any way.

“Here” he mumbled removing his hat and placing it gently atop her head. Although he’d acted nonchalant about the whole gesture, he couldn’t bear to hide the true effect it had on him.

He’d leaned forward slowly, placing a large hand around the back of her neck and swallowing her words in a soft kiss. Their first ever one together.

“Makes me happy when you wear my clothes” his voice hummed against her lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah? Why is that?” She’d asked with a shy giggle.

“Yeah… it lets me know that you are mine” he replied, sealing their mouths together again, this one full of raw passion and love.

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The barracks celebrations were in full swing, the reason long forgotten about after a few wines. Bucky had come from nowhere, his big stumbling body now stood in front of her and her friends.

“Hey, sweetheart!” He slurred, his body moving extremely quick for his drunken state, swiping her up from her chair and into a tight embrace. The kind that got tighter the more she struggled.

“Are you having a nice night Buck?” Her hands thread through his short fluffy hair, absentmindedly scratching at his scalp.

“Mhmmm” he hummed, a big jolly smile decorating his handsome features.

“Ladies” he turned his attention to the immaculately dressed women, bowing his head slightly in an expression of greeting.

Where had his hat gone? She found herself wondering.

“Do you mind if I steal this beautiful little lady from you? Just for a dance” he didn’t wait for their response, whisking her away.

There was already a handsome crowd of men dancing to the sweet romantic tunes on the radio with their ladies. They fit in perfectly— Bucky’s inebriation never seemed to affect the precise steps of his feet.

She could just about make out the words falling rhythmically from his lips. He was singing.

Bucky lay his forehead on hers, his feet not faltering, even after the song had long finished he never stopped swaying them.

“You..” his voice was slightly rasped from the whiskey “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” he eventually whispered.

“Bucky-I”

“Shhhh shhh sh. My girl.” He cut her off, grabbing at her wrists to wrap her arms around his neck. To bring her closer.

“Come on Buck, let’s get you to bed” her words cut the quiet air between them. She had to pry herself from him, his face had melted into a pout. It was as though she was looking at a kicked puppy.

His face didn’t change the whole journey back to his tent.

Most of the men had passed out from their drunkenness but the men who were huddled together playing cards happily pointed her in the direction of the Sargent’s cot.

Making quick work of his clothes, much to Bucky’s drunken amusement. She’d pushed him to lie down and rolled his thin cover over his frame.

She pecked at his forehead, whispering a goodnight before standing to leave.

“Stay…” his hand has caught her wrist. His voice sounded small, almost broken. ‘Was he upset? Was it about his mission tomorrow?’

“I don’t want to go tomorrow, I finally have someone to look forward to. I don’t want to lose you” he sniffed, watching as her frame sank to sit on the edge of his cot.

She smiled sympathetically. Letting her hand come up to his cheek and smooth over the skin, collecting a stray tear on its travels.

“I know baby, but It’s your last mission. Then you can take me back to Brooklyn” she’d answered. She wished to continue, she wanted to say more, to comfort him more— no words would come out.

“I fucking love you” he groaned receiving a soft pat on the chest as she pretended to be angry at him.

“Hey now potty mouth, that is no way to talk in front of a lady” he practically hollered with laughter at that, the sound filled with amusement and disbelief.

“There is no woman in the world that would’ve done the things you’ve done to me and still think she was a lady” he joked, the men behind them laughing along with him.

“Sargent James Barnes” her tone accusing but she couldn’t hide the way her lips curled into a smile.

They’d sat in each other’s presence for a while before she stood, finally convinced he’d fallen asleep.

“Baby?” He asked, the words quiet, whistling the air.

“Yeah?”

“When I get you back to Brooklyn, I’m going to marry you so quick”. She could feel tears springing to her eyes at his confession, a confession she hoped would come true.

She leaned forward quickly, capturing his lips by surprise in a passionate kiss. His lips moved sloppier than usual but he kept up with her.

Pulling away gently she looked into his big blue eyes, no other emotion but love swirled through them. She pecked his lips for a final time before speaking.

“Come back to me James”.

“Always”.

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She’d been sitting at her desk when Steve had entered, a solemn look on his face.

“Steve, hey. Everything alright?” She’d asked with a smile. She took notice of the coat and hat in his hands, her heart fell first, it knew before the rest of her did, he didn’t have to speak.

“I’m sorry” Steve choked, setting down the items in his hand and turning to leave.

His hat, his coat but not him.

Not Bucky.

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I’m trying to practice writing angst but it’s so harddd.

Why oh why must I want to write sadness when all I can write is smut.

Hope you enjoy.

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make1wish · 6 months ago

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sequal of Sylus: Bloodnight Blaze

Dragon Sylus x Fem! Reader

TW: noncon, blood, NSFW 🔞

*setting: I (a female) was condemned as a witch by the masses and sentenced to death. To survive, I made a deal with Sylus - I would free him from human imprisonment, and in return, he would save my life. A unique bond formed between us. I have a stubborn and competitive personality, and I dare to challenge authority.

Hey guys! It’s my first time writing a fanfic about Sylus, hope you enjoy! :3

The ancient cave's crystalline walls caught the dim light, casting ethereal shadows across its vast expanse. Precious gems embedded in the rock face sparkled like countless stars, their light dancing off pools of clear water that dotted the cavern floor. The air was thick with an otherworldly warmth, a reminder of the dragon's presence that usually filled this space.

I paced anxiously near the cave's entrance, my footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Every few moments, my eyes darted to the cave's mouth, searching for any sign of Sylus's return. The magical crystals I'd prepared for healing lay carefully arranged on a smooth stone surface, their soft blue glow pulsing gently in the semi-darkness.

The sudden rush of wind announced his arrival before I saw him. Sylus's massive form blocked the cave entrance, his white hair gleaming like freshly fallen snow against the darkness. But something was wrong. His usually proud posture was slightly hunched, and dark liquid - blood - trickled down his armor, staining the ruby embedded in his chest plate.

"You're hurt," I whispered, my voice carrying more concern than I'd intended. My feet moved of their own accord, closing the distance between us.

Sylus's blood-red eyes fixed upon me, intense and unblinking. Despite his wounds, his presence remained commanding, filling the cavern with an almost palpable energy. "Your concern is... touching," he murmured, his deep voice resonating through my body. A slight smirk played across his lips, even as he winced from pain.

I reached toward one of his wounds, but hesitated, my hand hovering inches from his skin. The heat radiating from his body made my fingers tingle. His scales caught the crystal light, creating mesmerizing patterns that drew my gaze along his muscular form.

"Don't tell me you're suddenly shy," Sylus teased, catching my wrist in his large hand. His grip was gentle but firm, and he guided my palm to rest against his chest, just beside the glowing ruby. His scales were smooth and warm beneath my touch, and I could feel his heart beating steadily under my fingers.

"I saved your life once," he reminded me, his thumb tracing small circles on my wrist. "Surely you can return the favor?" His voice dropped lower, taking on a honeyed quality that made my breath catch. The way he looked at me - predatory yet tender - sent shivers down my spine.

My other hand reached for the healing crystals, but Sylus didn't release his hold on my wrist. Instead, he pulled me closer, until I could feel his breath ghosting across my face. The scent of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand.

The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent waves of electricity through my body. I tried to focus on the healing crystals, but Sylus's presence was overwhelming, his massive form towering over me as I worked. Each brush of my fingers against his scales drew a subtle reaction - a sharp intake of breath, a slight tensing of his muscles.

"Your touch is... different today," he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the cave. I kept my eyes fixed on the wound I was treating, refusing to acknowledge the heat rising in my cheeks. The dragon's words carried a weight that made my heart race, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my composure crack.

"Hold still," I commanded, surprising myself with my boldness. A low chuckle resonated from his chest, and I felt rather than saw his amused smile. His hand came to rest on my waist, the touch seemingly casual but deliberately placed.

"Giving orders to a dragon?" His words carried a dangerous edge, but his grip remained gentle. "Have you forgotten who saved whom?" The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deeper red, matching the intensity in his eyes.

I pressed the healing crystal harder against his wound, drawing a sharp hiss from him. "And have you forgotten who freed you from your chains?" My defiance was met with a growl that should have terrified me, but instead sent shivers down my spine.

Sylus's other hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I forget nothing," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "Every detail of our contract is seared into my memory." His thumb traced my lower lip, the gesture both threatening and tender.

The healing crystal slipped from my trembling fingers, but before it could fall, Sylus caught it with inhuman speed. His movement brought us even closer, his armor pressing against my chest. The cave seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with tension.

"Your heart is racing," he observed, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Are you afraid of me, little witch?" His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me firmly against him.

"No," I answered truthfully, though my voice wavered. My hands rested against his chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The wounds I was supposed to be healing seemed forgotten as his scales shimpered beneath my palms.

His grip tightened possessively, and he leaned down until his breath ghosted across my ear. "Perhaps you should be," he whispered, his words carrying a promise that made my knees weak.

His whispered threat sent shivers down my spine as his warm breath caressed my ear. Without warning, his lips brushed against my neck, drawing a soft gasp from my throat. His scales were surprisingly smooth against my skin as his hands traced up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Let me show you what a dragon's touch can do," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. His clawed fingers carefully undid the clasps of my robe, each movement deliberate and controlled. The cave's warmth seemed to intensify, matching the heat building between us.

I couldn't help but arch into his touch as his hands explored my newly exposed skin. The ruby in his chest plate pulsed with a deep crimson glow, matching the rhythm of our racing hearts. His touch was both gentle and possessive, each caress claiming me as his own.

His lips found mine in a searing kiss, stealing my breath away. The taste of smoke and something uniquely him filled my senses. My fingers tangled in his white hair, pulling him closer as his scaled hands mapped every curve of my body.

The healing crystals lay forgotten on the cave floor, their soft blue light mixing with the ruby's red glow to cast purple shadows across our intertwined forms. Each touch, each kiss, built the tension between us higher, transforming our contract into something far more primal and intense.

His lips were scorching, whispering into my ear, "Let me show you how dragons mark their possessions." His fingers gently traced my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Those golden eyes shimmered with a dangerous yet captivating light, as if to devour me whole…

(For the smutty follow-up content, plz go to Wattpad! Love y’all :p

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cadybear420 · 2 months ago

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Evie's Class Schedule for the OG HSS Trilogy school year! With Headcanons and Meta below the cut!

Yet another set of details that working on the HSS Adaptation Fic has helped me think more deeply about hehe <3

Tags for those who may be interested because I'm excited:

@lover-also-fighter-also | @loreofyore | @rjschoicesstuff |

@aria-ashryver | @choicesmc | @where-the-wind-travels |

@zhoumeyourlove | @storyofmychoices | @rosesnink |

@dutifullynuttywitch | @aces-and-angels | @pansexy-choices-the-sequal |

@somerandomjewelleryonthefloor | @peonyblossom |

Meta Details:

I was initially unsure what course/subject Ms. Maddox was teaching in the OG trilogy, since I don't think it's ever explicitly confirmed. The background used is clearly for an English/Writing classroom (albeit it is technically a very stock background, but still), but there's also a later scene where Evie accidentally takes Brian's Math textbook during homeroom. But Ms. Maddox also gave me History teacher vibes at first for some reason.

The English classroom background won in the end, especially since Evie would be taking Algebra Honors while Brian would definitely think that that's for "nerds". I figure Evie accidentally taking Brian's Math textbook is something that could still happen in an English class.

In Book 2, it's confirmed that Gym is MC's last class of the day.

In Book 3, when MC and friends hang out with some Hearst kids at lunch, it's mentioned that both Emma and Cameron take a Creative Writing course. Evie loves Creative Writing too for sure, so there was no way I was passing up that opportunity.

As I'll mention in the next section, one of the books Evie reads in English 10 is Julius Caesar. I picked all of those books because they were what I read in my English 10 class, but Julius Caesar is also fitting considering the Book 2 conflict with Isa taking over, which I think would be happening a few months after the Julius Caesar unit. Evie, being freshly familiar with the play and also being a huge Mean Girls fan, will absolutely make a lot of "We should totally just stab Isa!" jokes to herself in Book 2.

All teachers' names besides Diana Maddox and Ricky Burke are of course made up rather than from the story. Same with all the room numbers besides 225B.

A moment I may include in the first chapter of the Adaptation Fic is, when Evie is in her Gym class, Coach Burke reveals that in 5th period Julian told him about the race that they did with Caleb and Brian at lunch (as per the jock minigame in canon) and Evie's performance in it, and thus he encourages her to try out for the team.

Headcanons:

Evie is quite good at Math and Science subjects. They're usually her favorite subjects, and I say usually because thanks to Creative Writing, Math and Science hold the second place spot this year. Scott is a mechanical engineer, so he was able to give Evie a bit of a jump-start in those subjects. He of course never pushed Evie to pursue those kinds of fields, and Evie does genuinely enjoy Math and Science as a result of how he taught her. Especially Science, it's cool to see how things work.

History is probably Evie's least favorite subject genre. The topics are very hit-or-miss, and a lot of the time it can feels like it's just learning a bunch of facts, unlike in Math and Science where there was also a sense of *how* things worked. So unless those facts are about interesting things... it can be kind of a drag for her. Berry's History classes, however, would try to put more of an emphasis on analyzing the history facts and timelines rather than just memorizing a bunch of facts-- which Evie would still struggle with, but would ultimately feel more engaged by.

Evie is neutral to English, probably. She loves reading, but the actual books themselves can be hit-or-miss for her. And even when they are hits, it can sometimes be difficult for her to keep up with assigned reading. Literary/textual analysis is also an area that is new to her when she starts high school, but in 10th grade she starts to become increasingly more proficient at it.

The books Evie will read in English 10 at Berry are: Sophocles's Oedipus Rex, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, Elie Weisel's Night, Alexander Solzhenitsyn's One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, and Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns. None of them become major favorites of hers (except maybe TSS), but she does consider them all well-done for what they are, as well as important to her for kicking off her skill in textual analysis.

Evie enjoys stuff like mile runs and warm-up runs in Phys-Ed, but at the same time she takes running very seriously and so she tends to get a bit more nervous about them than she probably needs to. Ever since 9th grade, she'd always be keeping track of her times and trying to improve on them.

The units Evie has in Phys-Ed this year are: Tennis, Soccer, Volleyball, Flag Football, Badminton, Basketball, Softball, Field/Street Hockey, Swimming, and Track. Evie of course excels at Flag Football, Basketball, Field/Street Hockey, and Track. She's pretty good at Softball and it helps kick off her interest in joining the Baseball team later in the spring. Badminton is fun but frustrating. Soccer is decent. She could be better at Volleyball. She has a lot of trouble with Swimming.

Creative Writing is one of Evie's favorites of all time. She's loved writing, coming up with her own stories and characters, playing imaginary games, playing dolls, etc. ever since she was a little kid. There was this one time in second grade where she was allowed to join a middle school level Creative Writing course, and it was great until the very kind teacher retired a month later and the school ended up dropping the course entirely. Evie was an uncontrollable sobbing mess that entire night.

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darkness-follows · 1 year ago

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hey! i love your writing! there’s so little for Boyd x reader out there, so if you’re up for it could you maybe write something for him? maybe a little hurt/comfort and smutty?? he’s such a weirdo and i love him sm

thank you! and have a nice day :)

Thank you, thank you !!!! And of course!!! I hope the changes I made and the idea it turned into still all work for this !

Boyd x Female Reader

I'm still not over the end of City Primeval because it was so perfect and makes up for how in my opinion the other 7 episodes were a bit of a tough chew. Not bad! But not fantastic either.. but still, consider giving it a watch especially for the end of episode 8 for this mini multi part fic might spoil some things!!!!

It hurts so good aka a Justified: City Primeval sequal to the OG show with older Boyd and a Prison Guard reader who falls madly in love with him.

TW: Blood. Wounds. Prison stuff. Smut (cavity/strip search). Gross other prisoners.

Enjoy PART 1:

First day on the Job. A Female prison Guard in a men only Penitentiary, it takes a lot to stomach everything, the comments, the looks, the disgusting things prisoners say to you. But you prepared for this, you got trained for this and hell you will make the best of it! You get to meet the non violent prisoners first, the ones who aren't arrested for rape or torture or anything of that kind. It's also the first time you meet Boyd Crowder. Your family being from Harlan Kentucky you heard some stories..

You know of him, but not a whole lot about him.

Though mistakes happen in prison especially on a first day. Your partner accidentally left you alone with Boyd and another prisoner in the back of the kitchen. And men who were locked up for a long time...don't exactly behave the best towards a young, pretty attractive new Guard. "Didn't know they hire models" the prisoner says, it's a mild start but it gets worse and worse. Until he makes a move towards you, he grabs your wrist and tries to pull your hand towards his crotch "let go! Let go of me!!" You try to pull away but he's twice your size.

You hear a loud bang and all of a sudden the prisoner has his eyes snapped on Crowder.

"Jerry! That ain't how we treat women now is it? You better confess what you've done if you wish to sleep in peace tonight" Boyd turns to take the man's shoulder, guiding him slowly out of the kitchen. "You don't want any suprise visits tonight do you Jerry?" He whispers before he shoves him out of the kitchen.

Shaking his head "I'm sorry about that, some of em really don't know how to behave. You okay?" He asks and when your eyes meet his it's almost..magnetic. "hm? Oh! Yeah! Yes thank you, I was ready to get that taser out" You huff.

"Oh please there is no need to thank me, I'm sorry your first day went like that, I sincerely hope one bad Apple doesn't spoil the whole bunch for you now. There are some good men in this place." He points out. The way he speaks and the methaphor.. you heard he has a certain charm to him but seeing it in real life, hearing his buttery accent and the way he carries himself despite the orange prison attire? He's a bit Interesting..

"I'm known to hand out a few chances" You smile and open up the knife drawer with your keys. Your duty is to observe their cooking and Crowder was listed as green when it comes to kitchen supplies such as knives.

"Gotta admit I might be the same way, Lord knows I've been giving away chances like free candy" He takes one of the bigger kitchen knives to start cutting the vegetables Jerry was supposed to take care of. The way he keeps looking over his shoulder at you to talk makes you feel a certain kind of warmth. He's really making sure to adress you respectfully, keeping eye contact and not looking you up and down like the rest of em in this place.

"Well, thanks again Crowder." You nod. Keeping it professional.

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2 weeks into a new job and it's safe to say that you adjusted well, you know who to trust and who to get along with, which prisoners are the nice kind and which ones are the bad. This place works like a perfectly oiled machine, everything is time based and the system of the prison works. You shouldn't have a favorite prisoner but this Crowder guy doesn't seem too bad. You've been through his file a little, it's a hefty record for a man who seems so nice and collected. You also stumbled across some pictures of an injury he got inside.

Graphic pictures of a mean looking burn on his upper arm, investigation showed second degree burns to apparently scorch a hateful Tattoo off of his skin. Ouch. Yet no agressor is listed, apparently, he wouldn't say who did it to him. It was his first week of kitchen duty too.

You see Crowder again in the kitchen, it's easy for New Guards to be posted at Lunch and dinner. Observe everything.

"You've got to try this! For prison chow it really is somethin' " Crowder points out, stirring a pot.

You hesitate at first but you are pretty sure he wouldn't try and poison you. Not like this anyways. "I don't know If..- I'm allowed to" You frown but with a smile. Though no other guards are around so maybe it's fine. The smile on his face when you step closer is almost sweet, he takes a spoon and puts some of the food onto it, holding it out to you. You don't even really think about it when you open your mouth and your lips move around the spoon that he's holding. Too distracted by the taste.

"Wow!" You huff suprised, chewing slowly. "That really is good" How on earth does prison food taste better than the food at your own table at home?

"You like it? It's a old Crowder family recipe. It's easy to make but got quite the kick to it!" He throws you another rather off putting smile, why is he so nice? You read his file you know he's not violent for no reason but it's still a bit unusual.

"Yeah I do like it! You gotta give me that recipe" You take a few steps back again, licking your lips softly. That was really tasty.

"Is that an order, Guard?" He asks, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel and turning to face you. The tension in the room is suddenly different, heated, you don't know what he's getting at but it's best to put a cork in it, now.

"No?" You question. "Now get back to work" .

"That was an order" You tease.

His chuckle rings in your ears for a moment, you really do have a strange relationship with him.

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Its not unusual to play favorites in a place like this but you and Crowder became..close. It's been a month now for you in Kentucky's Tramble Penitentiary. Everytime you interact with Boyd you laugh, you smile, he smiles, it really feels like you starting to develop a crush. Which is bad. Biggest rule in the game. Don't fuck the inmates. Ever. Cooking duty for him means you can always watch him fix up something nice for the other inmates. He really always takes his time, he always makes it great.

Up until today.

"God! Fuckin' damn it!" You hear Boyd curse loudly and when you rush to the kitchen to take a look you can see blood. Your hand moves to your taser.

"Easy! Didn't stab nobody, just cut myself, the fucking cucumber slipped off the board." He holds his fingers and you can see blood slowly running down his hand and arm. Luckily you have some mild medical training.

You radio in the incident and your current Boss gives the clear, your allowed to take care of the injury and put someone else on cooking duty.

You swap out inmates and a coworker takes over the Observation while you take Crowder to the small medicial room at the end of the hallway. A own room for minor things so they don't all end up clogging up the only Hospital wing in the entire prison.

But you've never been in this area or this room before and suddenly it dawns on you, you are new and your alone here with a prisoner known for Manipulation tactics. The fear becomes reality when you finally take a closer look at his injury. No way in hell was that an accidental cut, the placement is way off.

"What's the plan Boyd? Jump me. Take my keycard, my taser, make your way out the back?" You huff.

You hope you are wrong but when he starts to chuckle you can feel your stomach turn.

"No darlin' not quite." He points out.

"God and here I was thinking you weren't like the other's" your hand reaches for your Radio again to call it in when he's suddenly a few steps too close.

"It ain't like that" Boyd takes another step closer.

"Come one now, you need me to spell it out for you?" His voice...his smile.. he's...- is he trying to seduce you?!

"What? Yes. I think you do" your hand leaves off the radio.

"We have been dancin' around reach other for a month now, as nice of a dance as it was, you wanna leap off that stage now don't you? See the Real Deal." He suggests.

You can't help but to burst into a soft laughter "You think I want to sleep with you???" You shake your head and turn away from him, grabbing some rubbing alcohol and a Band aid for his self inflicted dumb cut.

"I don't just think so, I know so" He points out. Stepping behind you while you gather the supplies.

"Your crazy. I really underestimated your Level of crazy. Now give me that hand and then I'll take you back to your cell" You chuckle again. Staring at him when you turn around and he holds up the cut in his hand. Your hands tremble while you pour the alcohol onto a cottonball. Taking his hand into yours, cleaning the cut and then the rest of the blood from his hand and arm. His fingers, his breathing.. He takes another step forward and you take one back. Feeling the wall against your back, shaky hands trying to hold still while you slap the band aid onto his wound. Once that's done his hand closes around yours.

"You mean it? I've been imagining things... you don't want me?" He tries to confirm that he actually might have been wrong about you.

But you can't help it, you let his hand take yours.

Your hesitation speaks volumes.

Your hand presses against his chest, but he leans in to kiss you anyways. His lips are so gentle, so careful, he's not aggressive or demanding. It's almost sweet if you don't think about the fact that this could get you fired and that having a crush or fling with him won't work. Because at the end of the day he's in here and you are out there.

You break the soft kiss with a sigh.

"No..- I don't want to sleep with you, now take a step back Crowder" You raise your shoulders, making yourself a bit taller.

He nods. And he does.

"Apparently im off my game, it's been a while" He frowns. "I deeply apologize." He keeps his head down for a moment.

He genuinely seems sad. As if he can't believe he made such a mistake.

"Your not off your game." You finally say. "Imma have to get a uh, a transfer I think, to another ward, having feelings for an inmate is unacceptable."

His head lifts up slowly.

"Here I was thinkin' all these little things were signs you wanted my flesh. But it aint just that huh?" The smile on his face makes you roll your eyes. "You like me" He grins. "Shut up" You groan.

"As in, a little crush! Or a big crush? Good Lord! Are you in love with me?!" Now he's just being mean.

"I said shut up!" You chuckle.

And then he hugs you.

You expected everything but that...

His arms around you feel so strangely comforting, you know this is wrong, you read his charges, you know very well why he's in here and yet here you are, in his damn arms. Your hands are hesitant, but slowly you stroke your palm over his back and your other holds onto his upper arm, where you feel the scar tissue underneath your finger tips.

"Why did you never tell who did this to you?" You ask, hand soothing over the uneven skin. It's a really bad burn scar, thick and leathery almost in it's texture.

He slowly lets go of your frame, placing his palm onto your face. "Cause I did that myself." He tugs a piece of your hair behind your ear before his lips place a kiss onto your head. "They woulda thrown me into isolation for it, marked me up as a danger to myself, couldn't risk that...-" He adds. Taking a step back then.

"Why did you do it? Apart from the obvious.." your skin feels on fire, you want more, your lips are dying for a kiss that takes your breath away and your hands are aching for a body to cling to.

"Form of self punishment, I guess." Incredible how sane and yet insane such a Statement sounds, you kind of understand. Pointing to his hand "And you did that to sleep with me?" You huff. It's a strange way to go about things, that's for sure.

"Well, had to get you alone somehow didn't I?" His face changes when he looks at you a little while longer, taking a deep breath. "But I gotta admit, this was quite the suprise, might be even been better than a simple, fleeting, lustful exchange. I deeply honor that you.. care about a man such as myself." He likes it, he wouldn't have it any other way actually.

"Doesn't matter much does it? Not like there is anything to be build here" The alarm starts blasting which means Lunch is over and it's back to the cells.

He missed Lunch for you.

You take a hold of his shoulder to walk him back to his cell, his cellmate not being there yet you step inside for a second.

"Don't request a transfer.." He whispers. "Seeing your face every day for the last month while cooking has been the happiest I have been in a while, don't take that from me, please." He seems really sincere.

You nod "Okay." Then you leave his cell.

Fuck, you can't believe you have a crush and that he kissed you, and that he hugged you, hell he even knicked himself with that knife to get to be alone with you and then also asked to not stop seeing you everyday.

Falling for an inmate was not on your list, especially not THE Boyd Crowder.

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Fights happen very very often in tight spaces like these with a bunch of criminals. Unfortunately Crowder was in the room where it happend, which means by the damn book, strip search. Someone could be hiding a self made knive, razorblade glued to a toothbrush..hide drugs.. anything.

"Crowder. Room 3." The guard yells, FUCK. You were hoping he'd be called to a different room, you change your gloves from the last inmates search, leaning against the medical shelf when he steps inside. The instant smirk on his face makes you flush Red.

"Well ain't that somethin' , guess it's your lucky day" He closes the door and takes off his shoes. Not his first strip and not your first search but.. this is pretty damn intimate. Even if you try to not treat it that way, you like him, and he knows you like him, and now you get to do a body search on him? It might really be your lucky damn day.

"Hey now! Im a pro" You wiggle your gloved fingers.

"I bet you are darlin' " He steps closer, opening the buttons on his orange prison jumper. The reveal of his chest and his shoulders is already pretty nice to see but when he drops it lower and you get to see his abs and his hips and his V line it's starting to get steamy in the room. He Strips the jumper and stands in his white boxershorts.

"Don't you worry now, I think I'd be quite alright with a bit of touching" He clicks his tongue, taking off his boxers. And Jesus christ. Seems like Boyd Crowder isn't just all talk, he really got the package to back it up. Good for him!

"You are staring" He comments.

"No! What? Im not! Turn around" You huff, watching him turn around and place his hands against the wall. Fuck, this shouldn't be so damn hot.

"Bend uh, bend over...you know how this goes come on Boyd" You sigh.

His chuckle makes your head spin, you really didn't think this would happen today. But you got a job to do, it's not like you don't trust him but .. you have to do this right?

You take a deep breath before you step behind him, patting down his hair first, armpits, his hips, people get creative. Some even hide blades in their own damn skin. When your hands move to his pretty nice butt you hesitate.

"Oh come on now sweetheart. Ain't my first rodeo. Let's go" He huffs. You nod. Taking the lube from the medical cabinet, you hands spread his buttcheeks apart, when you don't see or feel anything it's time for the uncomfortable finger. You apply enough lube and with a soothing hand on his hip you gently push a finger inside of him.

You don't take him for the type to shove drugs up his damn ass but this is simply part of the job. Of course you don't feel anything so you move to take your finger away again but then he..moans.

A long deep right out of his lungs kind of moan.

You move your finger slowly again in the same motion and his body tightens. "You uh, you okay?" You ask.

He nods. Which is not a yes and not no to you.

"Bit sensitive are we Crowder?" You ask and you could swear to god that he pushes back against your hand. "I think I have to be really thorough here." You slowly push a second finger inside of him.

"Fuck...-" He moans deeply.

"I'm so sorry!" You panic a bit.

"No your fine..- just god please don't stop".

"Don't stop what? That?" You move your fingers the way you did before again and again..- getting a bit deeper each time. His head is resting on the arm that's holding him against the wall, you can tell he's breathing faster, his skin is flush. Someone likes a bit of a prostate massage.. Interesting.

Boyd's breathing sounds so insanely erotic, you never heard a man make these noises before.

His other hand spreads him open a bit, watching your fingers move in and out of him. You never thought you'd be into that but? The way he sounds so broken by how good it feels? The fact that it makes him feel so good makes you feel good in return. That's all that matters right?

You step closer to him, placing a gentle kiss onto his back while your free hand reaches around him. Stroking over his Rock hard cock.

"Good lord, Ain't that some kind of abuse of Power?" He comments but he likes it, he could easily make you stop if he wanted to. Looking at you with big desperate beautiful eyes.

"You wanna file a complaint?" You kiss his shoulder and his back again. His hips starting to meet your pace is incredible.

"Phew aren't you all wound up, how long has it been Boyd? Since you felt a womans touch? Soft lips against your skin, delicate hand around your cock?" You whisper and it feels as if he's crumbling at your words. All desperate and defeated. That certainly is a new look for Boyd Crowder.

"Too long way too long" He breathes out.

"Am I doing a good job?" You ask hopeful.

"The best..." his voice is dripping with something sweet, he sounds so thankful.

When you push your fingers into him harder you can feel his hips shiver. He likes it a little rough too apparently.

You keep the stronger pace of your fingers, hand stroking his cock in the same motion.

The orgasm you get to witness is stunning, breathtaking. He tries to swallow his moans but his body clenches around your fingers and his cock throbs in your hand while rows of cum spray the wall in front of him. It's easy to tell without a vocal Orchestra that he really enjoyed himself. Carefully letting go of him and taking your gloves off.

"God damn Baby." He chuckles when he turns around.

He picks up his clothes and gets dressed again fairly quickly, closing the buttons on his prison jumper. He even has the damn courtesy of taking some paper towels and cleaning up the mess he made, tossing them and washing his hands before he looks at you.

"You really have me question what we are here..." He tilts his head and you can still see the remains of a blush on his skin.

"I've never done this before, all these other guys they are so...uptight, uncomfortable, and then you come along moaning around" You huff.

"Which I never done before either!! No other guard has ever gotten me like this, I think it's more of the person, the person being a woman I rather fancy" He smirks a bit. "I bet any touch of yours would make me sing such tunes darlin' " God the charisma of this man is teeth rotting sweet.

"Your ridiculous" You comment, but you should move on now, you don't want people to question why this is taking so long.

"Ridiculousy smitten, correct." He nods.

"Go now, smitten or not this is still a crime" You nod towards the door but instead of him going both of his hands take your face. Kissing you slow and sweet before he has to let go. "Might get myself into some more trouble if that means I get to be seein' you" he winks before he opens the door.

He's such an idiot but...god you too are pretty damn smitten.

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To be continued...

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idk6123 · 5 months ago

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The Mother Of Long Ago (Andrew Van De Kamp X Male Reader)

This is a sequal to a previous fanfic. If you haven't read it, please click on the link.

Although Andrew joined the family somewhat unconventionally, he was welcomed with warm smiles. Despite not fully understanding what he had been through, they trusted their son’s judgment. And so, they stayed together at the house, with the young Van De Kamp returning to school.

Once he and Y/N finished, they both attended college, moved out, graduated, and got jobs. It felt like the natural next step for them to get married.

Lying in bed with a laptop on his lap, Y/N scrolls through the list he created of everything they need for the wedding. Just out of the shower, Andrew enters the bedroom wearing only his boxers.

“Doing alright?”

“Yeah… just so much to consider.” Y/N lets out a tired sigh. “Invitations, a venue, flowers, food. I’m excited to get married and all, but Jesus Christ, this is exhausting.”

Andrew walks over and sits beside his fiancé. “Wedding planners exist for a reason.”

Y/N looks up from his screen, meeting Andrew’s gaze.

“Get one. We’ve got enough money. I don’t want to be at the aisle watching my future husband collapse from exhaustion.”

Y/N thinks about it for a few seconds. “I guess so. I just want to make it personal, that’s all.”

“And we still can.” Andrew wraps an arm around him. “It’s not like a wedding planner is going to throw a shitty wedding without our approval. And think of the bright side—the less time you spend stressing about the wedding, the more time you can focus on us.”

Andrew flashes his usual seductive smirk, the one that always puts Y/N at ease.

“So, I’m trading wedding planning for more sex?” Y/N teases.

“Is that so bad?” Andrew grins.

Y/N chuckles. “Let me find a wedding planner.”

After hiring a wedding planner, things became less and less stressful. They had more time for work and each other, leaving many responsibilities in the planner’s hands. Still, they needed to check on certain things to ensure everything was going smoothly. One such task was catering, which their planner had recommended.

And so, they arranged to meet the caterer at Andrew’s office.

Waiting for their appointment, Y/N sat with his fiancé while Andrew worked, occasionally chatting with him. The office phone suddenly rang.

“Mr. Van De Kamp, your caterer has arrived.”

Andrew pressed the button to answer the call. “Send them in.”

As they sat behind the desk, they waited for the caterer to arrive. But when the door opened, both Andrew and the caterer looked completely stunned.

“Andrew…?”

“Mom…?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as he finally met Andrew’s mother, Bree Van De Kamp. “Mom?” He blinked, turning to his fiancé. “She’s your mom?”

Andrew and Bree continued to stare at each other, while Y/N shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Andrew… it’s been a while…” Bree said uncomfortably, looking around as if seeing her son in an entirely new light. “You… work here?”

“Yeah…” Andrew answered stiffly.

Bree then turned her attention to Y/N. “And… is this man your…?”

“Fiancé.” Andrew said firmly, his tone sharp as he frowned at his mother. “Is that a problem?”

Before Bree could respond, Y/N spoke up. “I’m Y/N. It’s… good to meet you, I guess.” Despite everything he had heard about Bree from his fiancé, he chose to be polite. After all, if anyone was going to call her out, that was Andrew’s right.

“Andrew, I…” Bree struggled to find the right words, regret clear in her expression. But Andrew simply glared at her.

“I’m sorry I kicked you out.”

Andrew let out a bitter laugh. “You’re serious?” He scoffed in disbelief. “You left me on the side of the road, and now you’re sorry?”

“I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Well, you did!” Andrew stood up abruptly. “You never even tried to find me! I had to live with Y/N for years! And now you just show up—completely by chance—and expect me to be okay with this!?”

“I did try to find you!” Bree insisted, desperation in her voice.

“I don’t believe you!” Andrew snapped. “Since when have you ever cared about me? Before I came out? Before you tried to send me to conversion therapy?”

“I changed!” Bree pleaded. “I was wrong about the way I treated you!”

“Well, you’re years too late!” Andrew shouted. “I already have a family that cares about me! I don’t need you! I don’t want you! Leave!”

“Andrew—”

“Leave, now!”

Although hesitant, Bree eventually turned and left, her heart clearly broken. Andrew remained fuming with anger, but the moment the door shut behind her, his expression shifted—anger fading into something more vulnerable.

Y/N stood and walked over, wrapping his arms around Andrew from behind.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“No…” Andrew’s voice was shaky, his breathing uneven. Y/N squeezed him a little tighter, sensing that his fiancé was on the verge of breaking down.

“Do you want me to stay?” Y/N asked softly.

Andrew swallowed hard. “No… I just… need time to think.”

Y/N hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yes… please.”

Though reluctant to leave, Y/N gave him one last warm hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his fiancé’s cheek. As he walked to the door, he turned back, taking in Andrew’s distressed expression.

“We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

“…Alright.”

And with that, Y/N left, giving Andrew the space he needed to process everything.

At the end of the day, the couple sits down for dinner, though the atmosphere is awkward and quiet. Despite the tension, Y/N tries to start a conversation, but Andrew only responds with short, quick answers. Eventually, Y/N decides to address the issue directly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N asks, watching as Andrew avoids his gaze. “I know you’re not a talker, but it might make you feel better.”

Knowing his fiancé would listen and stand by his side, Andrew finally speaks.

“I never expected to see her again. I had already accepted how things were, but… before I was homeless, I actually didn’t want her to leave me.” He hesitates. “I never said it, of course. I acted so cocky, like I won against her. But she wasn’t even mad… just done. She just looked… sad.”

Y/N reaches for Andrew’s hand, and his fiancé accepts it. Gently, they hold onto each other.

“Andrew… is it possible that you miss her?”

Andrew remains silent for a few moments before responding.

“I don’t know… On one hand, I feel like I’ve moved on. That I hate her. But… now that I saw her, I just feel like shit.”

“Do you feel confused?” Y/N asks. “About how you feel towards her?”

“…Yeah. And I don’t know what to do. Now that I’ve seen her, part of me feels like I should talk to her, but… another part of me doesn’t want to.”

“It’s alright if you don’t have the answers right now.” Y/N assures him. “If you do want to see her, we can. And if you don’t, that’s fine too. No one is pressuring you to do anything—just take your time.”

“Thank you…” Andrew finally looks Y/N in the eyes. “But… if I do go talk to her, would you go with me?”

“Yes.” Y/N responds with a soft smile. “I’ll stay by your side, no matter what.”

Although he still feels torn about the situation, Andrew finds comfort in knowing he isn’t facing it alone.

After a week, Andrew finally feels like he has made up his mind. One morning, while lying awake and deep in thought, his fiancé is still fast asleep beside him. However, after a while, Y/N begins to stir. With a yawn, he turns to the side and sees Andrew staring off into the distance.

“Morning, Andrew.”

“Morning…” Andrew replies quietly.

Y/N immediately senses that something is on his fiancé’s mind. “Are you alright?”

“Yes… I’ve been thinking about everything.” Andrew admits. “I want to say a few things to Brie. And whether I cut contact with her or not… I’ll decide that later.”

Y/N hums in understanding. “If that’s what you want, I’m all for it.” He reaches for his phone to contact their wedding planner. “I’ll ask for your mom’s contact number and try to set up a meeting, alright?”

“Sure…” Andrew nods.

Not even a day had passed, and they managed to arrange a meeting. And so, the couple drove back to Fairview. As they made their way through Andrew’s old neighborhood, he felt a wave of nostalgia. The streets he grew up on had changed, yet it felt like just yesterday that he had left them behind.

When they arrived at his old house, Andrew felt a surge of anxiety. Without thinking, he reached for his fiancé’s hand as they walked up to the front door. Once they reached it, the blonde hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell. As they waited for those few seconds before facing his mother, he took deep breaths. Y/N made sure to look at him with sympathy, offering silent reassurance.

Then, the door opened.

This time, it wasn’t surprising—but still, mother and son found themselves staring at each other, unsure of what to say or feel.

“…I’m glad you wanted to talk.” Brie finally said.

Andrew said nothing in response. Instead, he stepped inside, forcing Brie to move aside. His fiancé followed closely behind. They made their way to the living room, sitting down together on the couch while Brie took a seat in a chair across from them.

“Would you like something to drink?” Brie offered.

“I’m fine.” Andrew replied. “Let’s just… get this over with.”

“Right…” Brie nodded, bracing herself for whatever he had to say. “I don’t think any amount of apologies will ever make things right.”

“I… just want to say a few things.” Andrew straightened up. “I don’t even know how I should feel. But I want you to know what happened to me after you abandoned me.”

As he spoke, he reached for Y/N’s hand, holding it tightly. His fiancé gave his full support, squeezing back gently.

“I don’t even remember how long I was homeless.” Andrew continued, “but one day, I met Y/N. The first time we saw each other, he was with his friends, and they were messing with my stuff. But… Y/N made things right. And then, one day, while on his way to school, he stopped when he saw me and offered me his lunch. From that day on, we started hanging out. We became friends… and eventually, something more.”

Andrew glanced at his mother, his grip on Y/N’s hand tightening.

“He brought me to his house. He convinced his parents to take me in, and they didn’t treat me differently. They just… treated me right. They never made us feel ashamed for being gay. And… even though they weren’t my real parents, they were the closest thing I ever had to one.”

“Andrew…” Brie’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her expression was filled with shame.

“They even paid for my college tuition. And now, we have an apartment, we’re looking for a house, and we’re getting married.” Andrew took a deep breath. “Everything seemed perfect. And then you came back… and now I don’t know how I should feel or what I should do. …That’s what I wanted to say.”

Brie took a few moments to process his words before responding.

“I don’t blame you for feeling this way.” She said softly. “And if you never want to see me again, I’ll understand.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Y/N decided to speak up.

“There’s something I don’t understand.” he said. “Andrew told me you never accepted him for who he is. But now, you’re acting like you’re suddenly okay with the fact that he’s gay. What changed?”

Andrew turned his gaze back to his mother, equally curious about her answer.

“I… realized that I’m not perfect. I tried to be, and I forced my family to be.” Brie admitted. “Having a son who was straight fit into that picture, but then everything changed. And I had to accept that life isn’t perfect.”

Andrew frowned. “That’s it? Me being gay didn’t fit your ‘perfect family’ picture?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Brie quickly defended herself. “It’s just… back then, that’s how I saw things. But now, I’ve learned to accept that people are different, and that’s okay.”

Andrew looked at her warily, though he could sense that she was being genuine.

“So, what now?” he asked. “We just pretend this never happened?”

“No. I don’t expect us to be fine just like that.” Brie said. “But we can work on it. If that’s something you want.”

Andrew fell silent, deep in thought. He wasn’t sure how to feel or what to do. Looking beside him, he met his fiancé’s gaze, seeking his thoughts.

“What should I do?”

“I… I think that choice should be yours.” Y/N replied carefully. “But if you want my opinion, I do think your mom is sincere. And I believe in redemption.”

Andrew hummed quietly, then looked back at Brie. Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke.

“Then I guess… I’ll give you a chance.”

Brie’s face lit up, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Andrew…” she whispered. “Thank you.”

She stood up, and so did the couple. Brie hesitated for a moment before opening her arms, silently asking for a hug. Andrew, after a brief pause, accepted. Though the embrace felt a little awkward at first, there was warmth in it—something familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

After a few seconds, they pulled away. Brie wiped at her eyes before offering a soft smile.

“I… was preparing dinner. If you’d like, you’re welcome to stay.” She turned to Y/N. “I’d love to get to know my future son-in-law.”

Andrew and Y/N exchanged a glance—neither of them had any objections. The blonde then looked back at his mother.

“We’re staying.”

“Wonderful.” Brie said, her smile widening. “Just make yourselves at home. I’ll get everything ready. Let me know if you’d like something to drink.”

“That would be nice.” Y/N replied. “Thanks.”

As Brie headed back to the kitchen, the couple looked at each other. Y/N could tell immediately that Andrew seemed much more at ease.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“No thanks to you.” Andrew said with a small smile. “I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.”

“Andrew Van De Kamp afraid of speaking his mind?” Y/N smirked. “That’s new.”

Andrew chuckled. “Don’t get used to it.”

Y/N sat back down on the couch, and Andrew followed, glancing around his old house with curiosity.

“There is one other benefit to you two reconnecting.” Y/N pointed out.

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“A free caterer.”

The blonde let out a small laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

#desperate housewives #desperate housewives x male reader #andrew van de kamp #andrew van de kamp x male reader #andrew van de kamp x reader

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cheynovak · 2 years ago

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The assistant

Reader x Soldier Boy

Warnings: Where to start... Smut 18+, Fluff, Alcohol, Cursing, unprotected sex, mentioning of rape, you name it ... (Make sure you're always protected!)

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 7331

POV: Y/N is best friend and personal assistant from Crimson Countess. The close position Y/N had and the fact that she is not a supe made it hard on her to see the things she got away with. Part from all that, she hated the fact that Crimson and Soldier Boy were dating, Y/N couldn’t stand the man! Or could she? Their mutual frustration on Crimson Countess brings them closer together.

I wanted to make this in one part but made a sequal.

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Y/N and CC (that is the nickname she gave Crimson Countess since she didn’t want to use her civilian name anymore.) are best friends since they were little kids. When CC got her spot at Payback she could choose a personal assistant, immediately she thought of Y/N, there was no one she could trust more in this world.

Y/N just got into the office and had been called to an emergency meeting with Payback. Everyone was on edge. Y/N walked in delivered CC her coffee smiled politely at Soldier Boy who clearly was in a bad mood and sat down on her chair behind Crimson. “So, if I get this right” The leader supe started to talk. “You’re punishing me, us, for the shit show TNT created?” - “Let’s not forget the mess our PR team had to cover up from your last trip with Countess. House arrest until the storm in the media is over!” Was the answer he got. Yeah, right your PR team Y/N thought, I had to clean her shit up and made sure no one knew about the casualties. Vought thought it would be a good idea to let her go on a little trip with her man to let off steam and showing the world they were the perfect IT couple. But instead, she got so frustrated with him that she tried to blow his head off, literally in the middle of Venice.

That is all they were doing lately, fighting. CC hated it that her boyfriend got all the credit, fame and success.” That old bastard is nothing without Payback.” She had told Y/N last week. “Who gives a shit he stormed Normandy. We’re fucking over 30 years past that crap.” Y/N couldn’t believe her, she wanted the fame and glory but forgot that if Soldier Boy hadn’t chosen her, she probably would still be fighting local crime. “CC don’t you think you’re overreacting, a little bit? I mean come on without him you might not be here at Vought.” The second those words left her lips Y/N realized she made a huge mistake. Crimson turned to Y/N. “YOU, you jealous bitch, that’s it isn’t, you want my success! Nooo, you want my man! I’ve seen you looking at him, smiling at him! Is that why you dressed so cute today? To impress him?” Without hesitation CC threw her piping hot coffee at her. Luckily the coffee only spilled on her dress and not her skin. Y/N decided not to react to it and walked away, knowing if she would answer, she might get fired.

“She is just not herself right now, she needs some time to cool off, you like her, you love her.” Y/N mumbled under her breath while walking in the lounge bar searching for something to clean her dress. She didn’t see Soldier Boy sitting in the corner, in one of the cosy boxes. “Trouble in paradise?” He asked not getting up. Y/N jumped up by the sound of his voice, bumping her head at the bar. “I’m sorry Soldier Boy. Didn’t see you there. I’ll be gone in a second, I’m just looking for something to get this coffee stain of my dress.” - “Don’t go, could use some company.” He said tapping the seat next to him, Y/N looked better at him this time. There were 2 empty bottles of whiskey on the table, he was working on the 3rd one. Y/N got closer, he moved so she could sit with him. “Besides, it’s Ben, but I told you that countless times before, haven’t I?” He looked at her, for the first time she dared to look him in the eye. “So, what was it this time, coffee to hot, to cold?” He nodded at the stain, Y/N sights “No, the fact that I smiled at you this morning.” Ben looked at her confused. ”You smiled at me this morning?” - “At the meeting, you looked at me I smiled instead of saying good morning. Because it clearly wasn’t a good morning for you.” She said looking at the bottles. Ben started laughing. “That jealous bitch.”

“That’s what she called me...” You said while pouring a glass for yourself. “Are you?” He asked. “Oh no, wouldn’t want to have her life.” Y/N looked at her glass. “Nothing? Not one piece of it?” He asked while trying to make eye contact. “Well, being seen or being loved is a nice thought. You know walking through these halls and when you see someone you know for years, you say hi, they at least answer or nod instead of looking at you like you’re a nobody.” She admitted “That would make it less awkward to use their first name.” She smiled at him making it very clear that she was talking about him.

Ben nodded slowly. “I’ll make sure I’ll remember it next time.” Liking her boldness.

After a couple of glassed Y/N got pretty drunk and bluntly honest, but Ben seemed to like it.

They joked around had nice conversation, even though Ben wasn’t half as drunk as she was, he trusted her. Telling Y/N why CC got on his nerves, and honestly, she understood the man especially after today. “Can I ask you something Ben?” She asked laying her hand on his arm. “Why are you still with her, if she irritates you so much?” Moving his face closer to hers. “I could ask you the same.” - “I like my job and she is my best friend since, well, forever.” She said, looking in his green eyes, waiting for his answer. Ben looked at her lips before making eye contact again. “I like her best friend.” He smiled

Y/N’s face turned red and before she could move away Ben moved even a little closer and kissed her cheek, all of the sudden she felt very sober. “I -I should probably go check on her.” Y/N said and quickly moved away.

Y/N stepped way to quick out of that room, definitely NOT playing it cool. She didn’t go back to Crimson, but instead she went for a little walk on the campus, thinking about what Ben had said. She always had a little crush on him ever since puberty, CC knew that and that was why she reacted the way she did. But Y/N knew her place, besides, since she worked for Vought her crush was quickly crushed knowing how many one-night adventures he had with actresses and such. Let alone the killing and mistakes they covered up. She had nothing against him or CC, she was even thrilled when CC told her Ben had asked her out on a date. And they had nothing against her either. But the thought that if she wasn’t ‘theirs’ and she would get hurt out in the open, they wouldn’t care. That made her almost puke, they were supposed to be the heroes.

That night Y/N didn’t sleep well, she had a dream about that moment hours earlier. She walked in with her stained dress. Ben was standing there in a tux holding champagne. ”Hi" he smiled his picture-perfect smile. Taking her hand over to a candle lit table. The entire time he looked in her eyes, touched her hand, laughed when she told a joke, interested when she told him a story about her childhood. At the end of the dream Ben had got up asked her to dance. He placed a hand at the small of her back leaning close to her and like a man enchanted with her lips he moved in, closing the space between their lips. Everything deep down she knew we wouldn’t do. When Y/N woke up she felt guilty, a little ridiculous considering it was only a dream. And comparing it to the steaming wet dreams she had about her and soldier boy as a teen, this was nothing! “God don’t think about that.” She whispered to herself. ”You are seeing him in less than an hour for the daily meeting.”

Surprisingly Y/N was first in the conference room taking her usual seat in the corner. She wisely chose a jeans with a casual shirt and her hair up with a pin. Not to get CC started on dressing up for “her man” again. Everyone entered one by one. Nobody greeted her not even CC, she looked still pissed at her and deliberately taking the seat opposite of her to make a statement. Y/N was already writing some notes down for herself not paying any attention, Ben was last to arrive, he said good morning in general, Y/N glanced for a second and moved her attention back to her paper. But instead of taking his regular seat next to CC he walked past Y/N bending over so she would notice him. “Good morning.” He winked at her like he was telling her, I remember. “Hi.” she said being flustered. Y/N’s eyes followed him back to his seat next to Crimson she saw the look on her face while she kept looking at Ben for an explanation. This is going to get them into a fight again Y/N thought, Ben was clearly ignoring her look. Although Y/N tried to stay focussed in the meeting, her eyes get glancing over at Ben, he once or twice caught her looking which made his tongue move over his lips, smirking.

After everybody got their assignments for the day they left. CC walked over for a talk. “What did Ben say to you?” - “What? Eh, good morning. Seriously CC stop being jealous.” Y/N took whatever confidence she had and decided to tell Countess her thoughts. “Listen, I’m no supe, I am a nobody, Ben chose you, you are gifted I'm not, you are HOT, I'm not ... ok. Just because I used to have a crush on him when I was 17, like by the way, half of the US, doesn’t mean I WANT your man. He just said good morning because I told him yesterday, when I was still pissed because of our fight, I told him it was damn time to recognise the normal people in the halls when they greet you.” Y/N was out of breath after that. “And if you now want to excuse me. I’ve got paperwork to do.” CC left. Y/N sighted and lowered her head in her hands. After a second or two she got up took her paperwork and left the room. “For the record. I don’t think you realize how hot you are.” Y/N was startled by that unexpected comment that she dropped her papers. “Jesus, Soldie...” But before she could finish that sentence, he wiggled his finger” Uh-uh-uh.” - Y/N rolled her eyes. “Jesus, BEN!” she corrected while picking up her papers. “Much better.” He grinned.

“How long were you standing there?” She asked when they walked towards the elevator. “Long enough to hear you finally defending yourself Sweetheart.” That nickname made you feel butterflies. They stepped in the elevator, the doors closed. “So, you had a crush on me?” He asked casually. Y/N could feel her cheeks glowing.” Eh, yeah.” Ben stepped closer to her putting his hands against the wall behind her, trapping her between his arms and body. “Now that is something you forgot to mention yesterday at our little rendezvous.” He leaned in, Y/N moved her face to the side she could hear him taking a deep breath in. “You really smell good, I never noticed before.” He said with a deeper voice than before. Y/N looked up at him, standing so close she could feel his breath on her face. The door opened Ben looked over and took a step back but not quick enough to be unnoticed by Gunpowder who entered. Ben gave him a dark glace to which he simply nodded. It looked like Ben told him “not a word” without saying a thing.

Floor 7

“This is me.” Y/N said quickly jumping out but of course Ben followed.

Y/N opened the door to her office, Ben walked in right behind her closing the door. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” She said nervous. “Yes, I want to know more about you. He said while looking around her office. Well office, it was more of a closet repainted with a window so small it looked like a prison cell.

“Why are you so nervous?” - I’m not.” She lied.

“You know I can hear your heartbeat right.’ He looked at her again.

“So, your little crush on me. You had posters?” - “Yes.” she said sitting on her desk while he looked outside. “Let me guess, movie posters?” - “Eh no, the D—day one and one where you’re not actually posing but more like talking to the soldiers. That was my favourite.” He looked shocked.

Ben walked back towards Y/N standing against her legs. Y/N had to look up almost with her head in her neck as he hovered above her. He lowered his face next to her ear placing a hand on the desk next to her thigh. “Did you ever dream of me? Of us...” He whispered not moving his face. Y/N’s heart started to beat really fast. “You did, didn’t you.” He sounded excited. “Did you ever... touch yourself thinking of me?” Ben asked while he placed a small peck on the spot under her ear. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed almost whimpered at that question. Ben got up again moving himself so he could stand between her legs. Y/N slowly opened her eyes only to see that his were darkened with lust. He moved his thumb over her lips. “I wish I could’ve seen that. You, touching yourself for the first time, experimenting with your body, searching for that one sweet spot inside that makes you go over the edge.” He swallowed deep.

Y/N’s mouth opened slightly to get more air. But instead of getting air, Ben dipped down holding Y/N’s head with both hands and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue inside finding hers quickly. The kiss wasn’t rushed, but he made sure she would be out of breath. “Ben...” she whispered. “Tell me sweetheart, you ever been with a man?” - “Yes. Once or twice. First, boyfriend” She said hesitating.

“Did it feel as good you fantasised.” he asked while kissing her neck. Y/N got shy keeping her head down. When Ben looked at her for an answer, he noticed her looking away. “What’s wrong?”

“It wasn’t really, I didn’t want... Not really.” Was all she could manage to say but Ben understood what she meant. “He just took it? Didn’t he?” Y/N nodded ashamed afraid that Ben would be repulsed by her. He did take a step back, Y/N held on to the shirt, telling him not to go. “Oh sweetheart.” He kissed the temple of her head. But Y/N didn’t want this feeling to stop, so he placed a hand on his neck pulling him in for another kiss. This time she took the lead and licked his lips. “Are you sure Y/N?” - “Yes, please.”

His lips crashed against her. His hands moved hungry over her body pulling her shirt over her head while she took his suit off. Y/N’s hands moved over his naked torso towards his hips. Her lips leaving his to follow her hands, kissing his hips while trying to undo his belt. He moaned her name. Y/N was surprised by her boldness but the heat inside her had to be satisfied. Her hands quickly found their way to his clothed bulge softly rubbing and squeezing.

Ben got wild from desire, moving down remove her shoes, jeans and panties. He looked up to lock eyes with her before kissing her clit. Y/N moaned his name while laying back at her desk.

Ben worked his way on her. Licking her folds open tasting her, dipping his tongue inside her while his hands pushed her bra up, so he could hold her breast. Softly pinching her nipples. Not even in her wildest dreams she would imagined a man doing this, but it felt so good all she could do is moan and whime. When Ben changed his tactics by pushing two fingers inside her and suck on her clit, she quickly felt the heat in her stomach grow. She lifted herself back up to look at him smirking he knew he had her on edge. And when he curled his fingers, she couldn’t hold back anymore she started screaming his name while grabbing his hair, not caring about her surroundings anymore.

After her high he stood up kissing her, Y/N could still taste herself on his tongue. It secretly made her even more horny. And while he was kissing her, she pulled his underwear off. Starting to stroke it hard cock. She was surprised it was so big, the man she had been with was nothing compared to Ben’s size. Ben saw the look on her face. “Don’t worry sweetheart, It will feel good.” He pulled her back to the edge of the desk holding her legs open. Pumping once or twice before he lined up against her wet hole. She could feel the sting, every inch he moved she could feel it, biting her lip feeling herself clenching up. “Relax, it will feel better in a second, I promise.” He said leaning in looking her in the eye. When he saw the pain disappearing, he started to thrust his hips back into her, this felt painfully slow for him, but he took his time with her.

“Ben...”

“Yes sweetheart.”

“More... harder... please.” Y/N could feel he was desperately holding back. “I’m not going to break.”

She could hear him growl at that comment. Hearing the beast in him wanting to take her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk anymore. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said kissing her hard. “Ben, please. Take me hard, show me what I've missed.” He pulled out lifted her up and turned her around. Laying her on her stomach on the desk. He hovered above her while he let his cock slide between her soaking folds. He could hear her beg. “Please!” He thrusted hard back in her, the sound that came out of her sounded so intense so primal, it made him growl. Ben took her so hard the desk started to shake. Y/N’s moans filled the room, it sounded like a porn movie. He pulled her back by her hips so he could push in even harder and deeper. Ben felt she was close, her cunt started to tighten around his dick. “Come on baby let go. Fuck, come hard on my dick, I want to feel you riding out that orgasm on me.” Y/N screamed his name like a prayer, he felt her shacking and clenching around him. He felt he couldn’t hold much longer he pulled out and started to pump his cock. She felt the warm liquid dribble on her ass while Ben was panting behind her.

Ben took a few tissued out of the box at her desk, cleaning Y/N up. Before turning her around and kiss her again. “That was... better than my dreams.” She admitted. Ben clearly felt joy of that comment. “Well, I hope we can do this more often. Because I wasn’t lying when I told you that I like you.” He said still out of breath. He got dressed again kissed her head and left her sitting at her desk while he walked through the door. Y/N had no idea how she could recover from that and how she had to get through the day. From that moment on Ben kept his eye on her. Looking at her while she was writing in meetings, listening to conferences, hell even when she was having lunch. He tried to act normal but couldn’t help himself wanting to know more about her. She seemed so pure and delicate.

One day almost a week later he saw her sitting by herself at lunch working like always. He decided to join her. Y/N’s eyes got big when he sat down. “What are you doing?” - “Eating.” He answered cocky. - “No, I mean, why are you sitting here?” Y/N looked around to see if CC was around. Lucky she wasn’t, she had told Y/N that Ben acted strange but didn’t know why. But other people were looking at them. “Ben, people are staring.” she whispered hanging over the table. But when Ben turned to look at them, they all quickly moved or turned away. “So, what are you working on?” He asked while taking a bite.” - “Really, small talk?” She said looking him in the eye. “You rather have me taking you here on the table?” He said smiling. - “Your Christmas Party. I’m organising it.” She said not to react to his last request. “It’s this weekend, I'm making the guest list.” - “You’re coming?” - “No, I, never, I’m spending it with family.” He nodded looking sad. After the weird interaction at lunch Y/N worked her week as usual.

On Christmas she went home to her parents where she officially still lived. “Y/N honey I’ve invited Dylan and his parents to celebrate with us. Y/N’s heart sunk thinking about Dylan being there. Her first boyfriend who didn’t understood a “no” for answer. Great she thought, hearing my folks talking about what a great item we could have been if I didn’t ended things. “You know, you could have been married by now, if you didn’t broke up.” Your mom said like she could hear your thoughts.

The evening went seemingly smooth, Dylan kept mostly to himself, but then again, he didn’t have anything to drink yet. 9 pm the bell rang. You looked confused at your mom. “Where expecting someone else mom?” - “Not that I know of.” she looked at your father. Y/N opened the door. “What are you doing here?” Y/N said surprised.

“Y/N honey, who is it?” your mom walked towards the door. ”Oh my! Soldier Boy! Sir, please come in.” - Ben smirked walking past Y/N. “Thank you ma’am. You have a beautiful house.”

“To what do we own this pleasure, sir?” Your father got out of his chair shaking his hand. “Well, since Y/N couldn’t make it to our party I thought, why not deliver her present myself. Locking eyes with her while handing her a small box. Y/N opened it knowing very well that the employees never get anything other than a thankyou speech. Covering her mouth seeing what he bought her. “Oh my! Are those pearls?!” She looked at him with an open mouth. “My boss never gave us such gifts!” Her mother looked over at Dylan’s mom. “Well, Y/N works day and night for us. Making sure we are... satisfied. She deserves a little extra.”

“I don’t know what to say... eh, Thank you.” Y/N felt she could kiss him but instead she just went for a hug which Ben gladly accepted. “Dessert? Or maybe a drink?” Y/N asked flustered pulling away. “Why not.” he answered not letting her fully go.

Y/N introduced everyone to Ben, who in his turn used his charm to win over your mom and Dylan's mom. Both women were impressed by his manners.

When Ben sat next to your father who was watching a documentary about the 2nd world war they started to talk about "the good old days." Y/N started to clean up the table Ben caught Dylan trying to get Y/N's attention. When she was looking through the vinyl's he got up and stood next to her. "I thought CC was your boss?" He asked rubbing his hand between your shoulders. Y/N moved gracefully away trying to avoid his touch. "I am her assistant. But Soldier Boy pretty much owns all of Vought." She looked over at him while explaining. Ben caught her glance clearly hearing every word they said, she looked a little scared.

"Dylan..." Ben started talking to your dad. "Is he family?" Without looking up your father answered. "Oh no, he was her high school boyfriend they used to date for a while. We all loved for them to end up together. But for some reason she decided to be an independent woman." - "He is always this... close?" Ben asked feeling his frustrations grow. "Close... a hand on her hips, a kiss on the cheek, woman nowadays can't stand anything anymore am I right?" He laughs looking at Ben who was already heading towards Y/N and Dylan. "Hey Buddy, can't you see she doesn't like you touching her." Ben said while he moved in between the two of you. Ben seemed like a giant next to Dylan. "We were just talking man." -"Well, try to talk with a little more respect and a little less hands. Maybe then you will be able to keep a fine woman." Dylan walked away like a dog that had been hit.

"Are you going to be ok sweetheart?" Ben asked when he was ready to leave. Y/N nodded and looked at him thankful. "Well, ma'am the dessert was delicious, but I've got to go. Can't miss my own party." He said to your mother. "Always welcome!" Y/N walked Ben to the door. "Next time, give me a heads up." She laughed. Ben looked over your shoulder making sure no one had followed you before he pulled you in by your hips, for a kiss. "I've missed those soft lips of yours, I even dreamed of them." He whispered while kissing your neck. "Ben! Not here." She said pulling him away. "I have missed you too." - "Well, will you think off me tonight?" Y/N noticed the arousal in his voice. "I know I will..." Y/N pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue finding his quick. Ben's hands moving to her ass pinching softly. Letting go to wave him goodbye.

After the party at Vought.

Ben darling, I've got a surprise for you. Countess walked in the room, wearing lingerie in her signature colour. Crawling over the bed pulling the sheets down. Ben held her shoulders. "Not tonight." Crimson Countess looked confused at him. "Oh baby, so stressed... let me take care of you." she dipped under the sheets and started to give him a blow job. Ben wanted to stop her but instead he closed his eyes and start fantasising it was Y/N working her lips on him. "Oh sweetheart" He moaned. When Countess wanted to move on, he held her making sure she would finish what she started. "Don't stop sweetheart, I'm close." After he came in her mouth, he pushed her aside. Countess was clearly confused by his actions.

The next weekend.

Y/N walked beside CC she had texted her that morning she needed a talk before the New Year's Eve party. "Have you talked to Ben lately?" She opened the conversation. "Eh no, not really why?" Y/N asked nervous knowing very well she was avoiding Ben. "He, he is acting weird, last week he didn't want to have sex and since then he only touches himself, I can hear him in the shower... Him... the man is practically walking sex on a stick! And when I started to give him a blow job that night, he called me sweetheart... He never, ever called me that." Y/N started to panic. "Y/N can you talk to him? Or find out who the whore is he is seeing? I need to know who I need to fry." Leaving her standing scared as hell in the hall.

The party was one like every party they throw. But Y/N didn’t like it, she couldn’t stop thinking about what CC told her. Ben doesn't want her anymore... But Y/N couldn’t contain her nerves around all these drunk supes, so after an hour or two she left for the elevators. She kept thinking, Ben called her sweetheart before and told her he would be thinking of her that night... Did he mean it? She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't see Ben standing behind her until he slipped in the elevator with her. "Where are we going?" He laughs charmingly "I'm sorry Ben, but this party not my cup of tea. I'm heading home." - "Ok, I'll take you, you never know who is out there at night." "You really don't have to, my car is parked in the garage." she said while remembering what CC told her. But Ben refused to leave her side.

Once home he asked about Dylan. "Is he the guy who..." -"Yes, and I don't want to talk about it." Y/N said quickly walking to the kitchen grabbing something to drink. Ben moved closer to her placing his hands on her hips pulling her in. She could already feel the bulge in his pants grow. "Where is everyone?" he asked kissing her neck "Out with friends. They won't be home till later. Tomorrow is little family breakfast to celebrate the first of Januari, here at this house. So, you can't stay." She said trying her best not to give in.

"Hm, I only need a few hours." He turned her around and kissed her hard. He was glad she chose a dress tonight. His hands moved under it, pulling her panties off, lifting her up putting her on the kitchen table, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his fingers found their way to her folds. He continued kissing her. Y/N's nails dug into his shoulders and moaned his name. "Ben... not here. Not on this table... upstairs." She managed to say. Ben took a step back and followed her to her room. Y/N closed the door and pushed Ben against it. The heat in her was unstoppable. They ripped each others clothes off. Ben threw her on the bed so hard she bounced back. "Open those pretty legs for me sweetheart." He said while pumping his cock. He quickly placed himself between her legs pushing hard inside her. "Oh, sweetheart I've missed this pussy.” Y/N felt every inch off him as he bottoms out in her. “You feel so good. So tight." He huffed while trusting hard in her. "Oh Ben, this, you, feels so good." She moaned. For some reason Y/N felt that Ben was smoother in his touches and moves, more... loving even though he was still taking her hard.

Y/N didn’t need much tonight, Ben was everywhere on her body kissing and licking her. She could feel her orgasm climbing. “Ben... don’t stop.” She said while her hands moved between them. Ben stopped her. ”I got you sweetheart.” He lifted her legs higher over his shoulder while he rubbed her clit. She came faster and harder than she had ever experienced. After her high Ben dropped her legs and closed the space between their bodies. He held her shoulders and placed his head in her neck. “Oh baby, I won’t be able to hold it much longer.” He whined in her ear. “It’s ok Ben, do it, let go, I want to feel you come.” Her hearing saying that made him growl. “Come inside me, please...” She begged him. As Y/N wrapped her legs tighter around his hips she felt his thrust to get sloppy. “That’s it Ben, come for me.” With a primal grunt Ben came hard inside you. Not only his hips were pushed as hard as he could against you, but his entire body held your close to his.

He started to relax but didn’t move. You caressed his broad shoulders and back with your fingertips while kissing his head. “Oh god, that felt... really good.” He said while lifting himself off you and took the place next to you on the bed. He kissed Y/N softly. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” Y/N said. Quickly leaving the bed with Ben in it. He looked puzzled so followed you to the bathroom. He opened the curtain and stepped in the shower behind you. His hand started to move over your shoulders to your breast, kissing your neck. “Y/N...” He started but didn’t finish. Y/N turned around looking at him. “Are you ok?” - “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Well, you couldn’t be faster out that bed. Didn’t you ... like it? I know it was a little quick but not that fast.” He looked worried. “Oh no Ben, I'm satisfied trust me, I don’t think I can survive another round, it’s just...” Y/N was thinking how to say this.

“CC knows there is something going on. She told me this morning. And I’m worried.” - “What did she say?” He asked washing her breasts and tummy. “Well, that you refuse to make love with her, that the last time, when she gave you a blowjob on Christmas you called her sweetheart and that you never call her that.” Y/N’s face turned red. “Thats true. I never call anyone sweetheart.” He said locking eyes with her. “Part from you.” He smirked “Y/N, last time I was intimate with her, I could only do it...” He stepped closer to her “Thinking it were your soft plump lips working on me.” he touched her lips with his thumb. “Is that what you fantasize about?” Y/N asked feeling nervous. He nodded “I’ve never, given...” “I know.” he kissed her soft, she felt him getting half hard again against her.

Y/N looked up at him turning so that his back was against the shower wall. “But I would love to try.” She said while her hands were traveling down. She wrapped her hands around his shaft pumping, every time she got to his tip, she’d move her thumb over it. Ben’s eyes darkened with lust. Y/N got on her knees looking up at him. First kissed the tip taking her time to travel all the way down. Ben held her hair up without forcing her. When her warm lips wrapped around head of his cock moving down to the shaft, he couldn’t resist a moan. “Oh sweetheart, you feel better than I thought.” She slowly builds speed, moving her tongue, searching for all the things Ben seemed to enjoy. When she moved one hand to hold his balls, she saw his head fall back when his hand tugged a little harder. Bingo, she thought.

“Relax your throat baby” He said, while pushing her a little closer. Y/N felt the tears sting in her eyes but couldn’t hold back a moan. Ben guided her to the speed he liked and when she got it on her own, he started to sigh and moan her name. “That’s it, keep that mouth working Y/N...”

“Oh, sweetheart if you don’t want me to come in that pretty mouth of yours you need to let me pull out now.” She moaned at the idea of him filling her mouth, tasting his semen. “You sure?” He could barely ask out of breath. When she nodded, she could feel him coming. Lucky for her he just came inside her, so this time it wasn’t as much as usual. Ben helped her up. “That was so good.” he kissed her.

They got back in bed. “You should leave in a minute.” Y/N said. “You are kicking me out?” Ben said, clearly amuses, he thought that was funny coming from her. “Not before I got to hold you. Without running to the bathroom.” He teases her. But she gladly accepted. Ben held her close, her ear on his heart, his arms around her, the sound of it beating made her fall asleep faster than anticipated. So did he. The next morning Ben woke up to a noise, coming from the kitchen. He looked at the clock. 9AM.

He looked at Y/N who was still laying on his chest. Proud he smiled thinking to let her sleep for a few more minutes.

“Y/N sweetheart it’s time to wake up.” your mom opened the door. “Oh, oh I'm so sorry.” she looked away. “Good morning.” Ben smiled not even the least bit embarrassed to be caught in her daughter’s bed. “Breakfast is ready and most of the family is already arrived.” She said before leaving the room. “Thanks, we’ll be down in a sec.” Ben noticed Y/N slowly woke up. “Were you just talking?” She asked with a sleepy head. “Yeah, your mom told me breakfast is ready.” Ben answered casually. “WHAT!” Y/N jumped up. “Yeah, and your family is already here.” - “Oh, no no no, I need to get you out of here!” Ben pulled her on his lap. ”Or, I could stay.” he said while kissing, breathing heavy. “You are insane.” She looked at him. “What are they going to do? Your mother already saw me.”

You and Ben started to get dressed when you heard a knock on the door. Ben opened the door. “Honey, your aunt Martha is also downstairs, now that Soldier Boy is here, maybe he could you know, say something.” She smiled shy. Ben looked with a lot of questions at you. Y/N quickly explained. “Aunt Martha used to be a back-up dancer for you. “Don’t worry, I got it.” Ben said placing a hand on your mother’s shoulders. ”Besides, please call me Ben” He worked his charm again on her. “Oh, so sweet of you, you can call me Mary.” “You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You said to Ben when your mom left again. “My pleasure” he said kissing your lips before heading down. You heard your mom saying that she needs another chair, whispering that her daughter wasn’t alone last night.

You both walked in the dining room, all eyes on Ben who had no choice but to wear his suit. But he made a wise choice to leave the protective gear and weapons upstairs. Now it looked like a green long-sleeved shirt with a turtleneck and green pants and combat boots. You quickly noticed that your parents had invited Dylan and his family again. Y/N loved the look on his face when he recognised Ben. Your mother was so over the moon to show off that she now was on first name basis with the world most famous superhero she over did her performance. “Ben sweety, coffee?” She asked in her sweeter than honey voice. But Ben understood the assignment “That would be amazing, Mary.” He winked at her. Then he looked over at your Aunt Martha. ”I’m sorry but, have we met before?” You could see her eyes twinkle. “Well, met not really, I used to be a back-up dancer and an extra in one of your movies.” “What movie? “ He asked and then pretended to think. “Maggy, no ... Martha? Am I right?” Smooth, very smooth Y/N thought.

Ben seemed to have won over the woman. It surprises you how civilized he is in a setting like this. He listened to the stories that were told at the table even laughed at the silly jokes. He placed his hand on your chair rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. Y/N could see her dad giving criticising looks over at the two of you, after a while he got up and walked over. “Ben, I was wondering. You are raised with older classic principals, being born in, what was it 1918?

”September 1919.”He corrected him.“ And I guess you can say so.” “That makes you what over 50 years old.” Y/N closed her eyes knowing where this was going. “And as a man with influence at that age I can only imagen you have “enjoyed” the company of many women over these years.” He looked over at Martha, who knew how many of her colleague dancers were treated on a night with Soldier Boy himself, every year she would brag about her adventures and how she managed to stay a virgin until marrying your uncle.

“So, why is it that a man as yourself all of the sudden, after 4 years working for you and your girlfriend, her best friend Countess, is interested in my Babygirl?” He continued his interrogation. But Ben stayed cool. “Well, A few weeks ago we shared a heart-to-heart talk about our frustrations at Vought. And other things. And that was when I realised Y/N and I have a lot in common. Besides Crimson Countess and me that is a publicity stunt, nothing real about it. ” “ In common...” Your father echoed. “She is in her 20s she has nothing in common with a man who is the same age as her parents. Beside and I’m sure you would agree, being raised traditionally, that a young woman needs a husband, a respected man like Dylan to start a family, but that isn’t possible if she is... soiled.”

“DAD!” ”Richard!” You and your mom yell at the same time. This time Ben got slowly up and took a step closer to him. “Soiled?” He smirked getting really irritated by now.

“You think I made your daughter do anything she didn’t want to?” Ben stood eye to eye with him.

“I’m not saying that, I’m just wondering how much power a man like yourself has over an innocent young woman.” Y/N could see Ben clench his fist, she quickly got up to hold his hand. “Dad, Ben never forced me into doing anything. Better yet, the one man who did force himself on to me, who as you put is so gracefully soiled me, is the one you and mom keep inviting even though I begged you two not to.” Y/N looked at her mom with tears in your eyes. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find someone who I can trust.” Y/N’s tears started to fall of her cheeks. “And yes, Ben might be older and made terrible mistakes, but he is the first person who tries his best for me, who tries to be a better man, instead of forcing me into doing something I don’t want because he is my boyfriend and then eat and drink at our table without regret!” Ben placed a hand on her back what made Y/N stand taller now. ” If that means I have to accept that I won’t be having a family or need to live in his shadow, be a secret, I will...”

Ben looked surprised by Y/N’s words. ”Sweetheart, I’m not planning on keeping you a secret.” “B-But CC, Vought?” Y/N looked hopeful at him. “Crimson can be replaced, maybe she can finally work on her one-woman act.”

“I would lose my job.” - “You said it yourself, I’m practically Vought, If I say you stay you stay. I’ll create a new job for you or make you head of public relations at Vought.” Ben meant what he said. “Or I could hang up the suit, start a family, if that is what you want...” Y/N’s eyes grew big. “I, eh, I do need some time to think... About all of the above.” Ben kissed her, let me know when you ready.

Since the party was over, Y/N decided to stay at the Vought tower for a couple of days, taking a spare room. Ben walked in. ”Alright, let’s talk about it...”

If you liked this, please check out my masterlist for other stories.

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wisteriaiswriting · 1 year ago

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Can you do a sequal post of reader having nightmare of them dying with neon,Jett, and sage

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊/𝕆 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔸 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

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If you’re still asleep but moving around, that’s when she’ll wake up.

She doesn’t really know how to comfort you but she tries her best.

Smothers you in affection nearly 100% of the time, mainly giving you cuddles and kisses.

Will grab you anything you need and want but prefers to stay with you, especially in your current state.

If needed she’ll spend the whole night assuring you that the nightmare is false and won’t ever happen.

***

Feeling you kick her in the leg again had her sit up, you were never this rowdy in bed, so what was happening now? Looking over to find you holding the blanket near your chest in a death grip. The faint light from the moon showed her the layer of sweat covering your skin.

When you calmed down for a moment she reached over to gently shake you, continuing until you finally woke up. Wide eyes shoot over to her, she lets you reach over to her, pulling her into your lap.

“Alitaptap, I’m here,” Grabbing one of your hands to hold hers, “Now tell me what’s wrong?”

Somehow, you both talked until the sun rose. Only noticing when someone knocked on your door to wake you up.

***

Alitaptap - Firefly

At first she really panics.

She rushes around to find and grab anything that seems helpful.

At some point she’ll likely cause you to laugh, which reminds her that you’re still here.

But when it comes to comforting you, she’s amazing at that.

She’s able to calm you down and fall asleep again.

***

Through blurry eyes and limited light, you were able to watch Jett rush around the room. She was grabbing anything she could, which led to her arms now overflowing with objects. As she reached for another thing, one fell from her arms. Trying to grab it back up only for everything else she held onto to fall.

Her pouting and grumbles were cut off by the sound of your laughter. Looking over to find you doubled over.

“Hey!” Launching herself onto the bed, trapping you in her arms. “This is for laughing at me!”

She seems to know that you’re having a nightmare before you realize.

Will sit awake with you for hours if you want her to.

She knows what to do, so you’ll have instant and constant affection if you’d like.

Tries to help you open up about it, whether or not you do she’ll stay with you.

The next day she passes off as much work as possible, wanting to spend the day with you.

***

When the nightmare finally ended your eyes opened, but instead of a dark and quiet room. You saw a small light on to your left, finding that Sage was still awake, just reading now.

“Sage,” Pausing her reading to look over at you, “What have I said about staying up…”

She silently laughed and shook her head as she shut her book. Taking one of your hands into her own.

“鸽, don’t worry about me, now tell me whats wrong?”

***

鸽 - dove/s

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im-on-fire-today · 6 months ago

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Would anyone like a sequal to My loyal crow, but where Lucanis is the one who's in control of the situation?

I know I still have other stuff Im working on. But I'm giving myself options.

#Rookanis #dragon age #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis x rook

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thepaintedlady00 · 5 hours ago

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Okay, HI (again😅)! Its been so freaking long since I've had time to hop on tumblr 😅😅😅 sorry! I've been deep my writing hole mostly working on one of my many original stories. Its been a bit rough to write my fanfics lately with just a huge swell in AI bullshit and people taking other peoples work and all that. I was honestly considering just not updating anything anymore, but (just like the last time) I started watching the new season of The Sandman (☠️⛵ if y'all catch my drift) and (just like last time) its inspired the hell out of me and next thing I know my notes are full of The Sandman and The Girl Without Dreams sequal and Burden content. 😅

I've, however, run into a unique issue. When I ended The Sandman and The Girl Without Dreams I decided at the last minute to add Dream and Penelope's wedding. Well, recently my brain decided it would actually be kind of interesting and add some drama to the sequel if that didn't happen 😅😂 So I've been considering kind of making an amendment to that final chapter.

Penelope will still hold the title of Lady of The Dreaming but, as many people (Desire) will point out and remind her, its still not Queen of The Dreaming.

But, I did want to get your opinions before I did anything. I know a lot of you enjoy the story as is and don't want to see it changed. So, vote down below! (Oh my god the first vote in like two years 😅)

#sandman #the sandman #the sandman and the girl without dreams sequel #vote #the sandman netflix #netflix sandman #sandman netflix #netflix the sandman #the sandman season 2

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azrielsshadowbaby · 2 months ago

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If You Don't Know-Prologue

I've had this sequal series planned before i even had everything figured out for A Story of another us so i really hope you enjoy it!!

The tires of Alicent’s old farm truck crunched along the gravel driveway as she pulled in, her hands stiff on the wheel from hours spent setting up the new polytunnel out in the far field. The late morning sun strained weakly through a stubborn layer of mist, the air still damp and cold despite the calendar claiming it was spring. She shifted the truck into park, exhaling slowly, letting the engine tick down into silence.

The farm looked the same, as at a glance- the old house with its whitewashed stone walls, the sprawl of fields beyond it, the old stable crouching solid and steady against the hill- but beneath the surface, Alicent could feel the difference. A tension, thin and brittle, woven into the bones of the place.

The last year had changed things. When Dahlia had left, it had been as if a piece of the farm itself went with her. No one said it out loud. The animals still needed feeding. The fences still needed mending. Life marched on- but quieter, somehow. Hollows were laughter used to be. Corners that felt colder, emptier.

Aemond had changed too. In the beginning,, he had kept himself busy, throwing himself into work with a ferocity that was almost frightening- the kind of restless energy that made him relentless and razor sharp. But as the months dragged on, something else crept in. A hardness. A distance. He was colder now. More guarded. Still her boy, still dutiful- but he carried himself like he was always bracing for a blow that never came.

And then there was Alys.

Alicent spotted him now, crossing the drive with purposeful strides, a bridal slung over his shoulder, his jaw set tight. She stepped out of the truck, wiping her dirt-stained hands on her jeans, and called to him.

‘Aemond! I need a word’

He hesitated just slightly, then turned, frowning.

‘I’m running behind, mum’ he said, voice slipped. ‘Criston’s coming this afternoon to check the horses. If I don’t have them ready, he’ll be here all damn day’

Alicent pressed her lips together. This wasn’t the moment. He was already too distracted, too closed off. She watched him walk away, his figure growing smaller across the drive, toward the stable.

Later she promised herself. I’ll find him later.

The door of the house creaked open again. Alys stepped out, barefoot despite the cold, her thin cardigan pulled tight over her frame. She looked out across the large garden, her gaze lingering on Aemond for a beat too long before she turned to Alicent, that ever-present sharp smile curving her mouth.

‘There’s no milk left’ Alys announced, as if this were some grave injustices rather than a minor inconvenience.

Alicent fought the tired sigh that threatened to rise. The woman had a knack for making everything- even something as mundane as breakfast supplies- feel like a personal attack.

‘I’ll add it to the list’ Alicent said flatly.

Alys shrugged, disinterested, and turned back into the house, leaving the door swinging lazily behind her. Alicent stood there for a moment, the cold seeping up through her boots, watching the stable doors yawn open to swallow Aemond’s retreating figure. She hated it. Hated that this woman- this interloper, this parasite- had sunk her claws into her son. Hated that Aemond let her.

And hated most of all, the knowledge she carried inside her like a stone: that what she had to tell him would only make the walls around his heart higher. If only she could find a moment alone. If only she could reach him.

The sun was beginning to tolt westward when Alicent found another chance. She caught sight of Aemond leading one of the younger colts back toward the barn, his hand firm on the lead, his head bowed in quiet conversation with the skittish animal. Alicent wiped her palms on her jeans again- a nervous habit she hadn’t had since she was a girl- and crossed the yard toward him.

‘Aemond’ she called, keeping her voice low, coaxing ‘Can we talk? Just a minute’

He looked up, frowning slightly, but nodded. He let the lead drop and allowed the animal was graze freely and started toward her. Hope flickered. But then- there she was. Alys. Appearing from around the side of the barn like she had been waiting, watching. She slid in beside Aemond without hesitation, her arm threading through his, clinging too close, her smile too wide.

‘There you are’ she purred, pretending not to notice Alicent. ‘You said you’d take me to get the wardrobes for my room.’

Aemond hesitated- just for a breath- his eye flickering between Alicent and Alys.

Alicent opened her mouth, desperate to say it’s important, please, just a moment, but Alys was already tugging him lightly toward his car at the top of the garden, babbling about skincare draws and a dressing room. And Aemond- too tired, too distracted- let her.

Alicent stood there in the wide, empty paddock, the wind tugging at the edges of her jacket, the world tilting just slightly under her feet. She watched them disappear into the vehicle, the car doors banging shut behind them, and felt the moment slip through her fingers. The farm moved around her- the lowing of cattle, the shriek of a hen somewhere near the coop- but it all sounded distant, muffled.

The thing she had to tell him would have to wait. Again. And the storm gathering on the horizon grew a little closer as she proceeded to guide Sunfyre back into the stables.

The morning broke in a thin veil of mist, the sun rising pale and sickly behind the hills. The damp air clung to the house, pressing against the windows like a ghost trying to get in. Inside, the house stirred slowly to life. The clatter of the kettle in the kitchen. The heavy thud of boots on the wooden stairs. The low murmur of voices- Alicent and Aegon already arguing over the feed schedule in the next room. It was an ordinary morning. Exactly like every other morning.

And yet- underneath it- something vibrated in the air, too faint to name, but too persistent to ignore. A thread pulled too tight.

Aemond was already up, dragging a jumper over his head, brushing the sleep from his eyes with a scowl. The mirror above his dresser caught his reflection- the same cold, carved lined he had gotten used to seeing over the past year. There were days he hardly recognised himself anymore. Not the boy who had once laughed easily in the stables. Not the man who had once stood at the edge of the south pasture, holding a girl with wildfire hair against his chest, whispering stupid promised he thought he could keep.

He shoved the memory away, the way he had learned to do- brutal, quick, decisive. It didn’t matter. It had almost been a year. She had left. She had made promises they both knew she wouldn’t be able to keep. He had moved on. Hadn’t he?

His hand tightened on the windowsill as he looked out across the fields, the low mist curling along the fences like smoke. Things were better now. Simpler. He had a good routing. The farm was running. Alys… well, she was there. A constant, if nothing else. It was easier this way. It had to be.

In the kitchen, Alicent poured herself a second cup of coffee with a hand that wasn’t quite steady. She glanced at the clock. Listened to the sound of Aemond’s boots descending the stairs, steady and unhurried. Watched the mist rolling heavier across the fields. She could feel it. Something coming. Something heavy, inevitable, barrelling toward them even though none of them could see it yet.

Alys was already fluttering around the kitchen like a crow in silk, asking pointless questions about opinions of paint samples and whether they could help fit a different bathtub in the cottage that sat at the bottom of the garden, once sat abandoned now freshly renovated. Aegon mad a ruse noise behind his coffee cup but said nothing. No one said what they were all feeling- that something in the air had shifted.

Aemond crossed the kitchen, grabbing a slice of toast and jamming it into his mouth as he headed for the door.

‘I’ll be in the west field if you need me’ he said around the food.

Alicent opened her mouth to stop him- to finally, finally tell him what she should have said days ago- but Alys beat her to it.

‘I’ll come with you!’ She chirped, grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair.

Aemond didn’t falter, just adjusted the slice of toast held in his mouth as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. The two of them disappeared out the back doors together. The sliding door creaked and bangs shut behind them, leaving the kitchen momentarily shuddering in their wake. Alicent stood frozen for a breath, watching them vanish across the misty yard- Alys practically glued to Aemond’s side. The moment for the conversation was gone. Again.

Aegon grunted from where he sat at the table, slathering too much butter onto his toast without a care in the world. He wasn’t listening. He didn’t want to be dragged into it. The kitchen, once full of movement, finally settled into a tense, uneasy quiet. And that was when Haelena finally spoke- voice low, urgent, threading into the heavy silence.

‘Mum’ she said, stepping closer to the counter, wringing her hands a little. ‘We have to tell him today;

Alicent exhaled, setting her coffee down harder than she meant to.

Haelena pressed on, her face worried ‘We’re running out of time’

Alicent rubbed at her forehead, feeling the faint pulse of an impending headache behind her eyes. ‘I know’ she said tiredly. ‘I know, sweetheart’

She glanced once more toward the door- the empty porch- as if willing her son to turn back around. ‘It’s just impossible to get him away from her’

The words dropped into the kitchen like stones. Aegon said nothing, too deeply invested in his toast. Alicent turned to lean back against the counter, folding her arms tightly across her chest. For a long moment, they just stood there- Haelena anxious, Alicent exhausted, Aegon studiously detached- the hum of the old refrigerator filling the silence. Outside, the mist thickened around the fields, and the day rolled forward. And somewhere, unseen but inevitable, something- someone- was getting closer.

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cadybear420 · 1 month ago

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Aidevie Aphrodisiacs

Happy (Belated) Valentine's Day Pride! This was supposed to be for Valentine's Day originally but guess who slept on it haha. But I figured it could work for Pride so here we are :D

So, months ago I found this list of common aphrodisiacs and I decided to go through them and pick out the ones that would definitely be relevant to Aiden and Evie :DDD

Submitting for @choicespride prompt: Sex

And late submitting for @februarychoiceschallenge2025 Lust because why not

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CW: Suggestive/sexual discussions below

Apple - Infamous as the fruit that Eve gave to Adam, a symbol of sexual awakening.

Apples would definitely be a good aphrodisiac for Aiden and Evie. Apples are yummi. Evie also likes apple imagery. They're very round.

Evie also really loves apple pie, IDK if that has any aphrodisiac effect but at the very least it definitely puts her in a very good mood when she eats it. So it would be one of their favorite foods to make/eat. (Cinnamon is also generally used in apple pie and is mentioned in the original list...

Also, har dee har the names Aiden and Evie sound similar to Adam and Eve. I guess they can be like the Genderqueer Adam and Eve lolololol. In a way it is fitting, as Evie has had a major influence in sexual and genderqueer awakenings for Aiden.

Banana - The banana flower resembles the phallus. Islamic tales say that Adam and Eve covered their sexual parts with banana leaves rather than the more common fig leaves.

Bananas are yummi. I think they would be good for Aidevie.

There have definitely been moments where Aiden would be eating a banana (or any other phallic shaped food) and Evie is just staring with this big ass-eating grin on her face. Every now and then, Aiden will tease her and eat it seductively for a bit while looking into her eyes just to mess with her.

Also, har de har har insert Adam and Eve Aiden and Evie joke again.

Cherry - Sensuously red and juicy, and containing a potent symbol of new life inside the stone. “Popping the cherry” is a slang term for losing one’s virginity.

Evie has a HUGE affinity to cherry related things. She loves images of cherries, cherry scented things, cherry flavored things. Her favorite kinds of cherries are maraschino/candied cherries. She is a huge sucker especially for cherry blossom imagery and scents. Aiden has a small fondness for them, that does eventually grow.

Cherry and cherry blossom related things are definitely regular in Aiden and Evie's relationship. Scented products of those kinds are used quite commonly when they're getting intimate.

Chocolate - The melting point of chocolate is the same as that of blood temperature, and so its mouthfeel alone is a sensual experience. Added to this, chocolate contains mood-lifting substances, including phenylethylamine which, when released into the bloodstream, induce feelings of euphoria. Still arguably the most popular food given as a gesture of love. When the 16th century Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés heard about its reputation as an aphrodisiac, he planted two thousand trees.

Both Evie and Aiden looooove chocolate. Evie tends to prefer milk chocolate, white chocolate, and cookies and cream. Aiden tends to prefer milk chocolate and dark chocolate. This would definitely be a go-to aphrodisiac for them.

Cinnamon - The glorious scent of cinnamon was reputedly used as oil by the Queen of Sheba to help her capture the attention of King Solomon.

Evie loves the scent and flavor of cinnamon, both regular cinnamon and cinnamon sugar. It's not quite a big thing for her as other things, but she definitely enjoys it a lot.

Cloves - Because they resemble little phalluses, cloves were considered to enhance male potency. The clove tree was planted to signify the birth of a baby boy in certain parts of Indonesia, the health of the tree reflecting the health of the child as it grew up.

IDK much about cloves, but I feel like Aiden would greatly enjoy the scent and taste, as I think? Aiden's parents might use cloves in a lot of traditional dishes?

Evie enjoys the scent well enough, though it's not a big favorite for her.

Ginger and ginseng - Considered to have aphrodisiac powers because of their sharp sensual taste, and because their roots resemble the human form.

Aiden's parents have probably used it in a lot of traditional dishes as well, and he probably enjoys it. Evie is probably indifferent to it.

Mint - A Greek legend says that Menthe, a beautiful nymph, was transformed into the herb because Persephone was jealous of the beautiful scent that captivated her husband, Pluto.

Evie has a MAJOR affinity to mint. The scent, the taste, every shade of mint green ever, etc. She's especially fond of spearmint, but any mint will grab her.

Similarly to cherry and cherry blossom related things, mint related things are definitely regular in Aiden and Evie's relationship, and scented products of those kinds are used quite commonly when they're getting intimate.

Oyster - The oyster’s resemblance in form, scent, and texture to the female genitalia is renowned. Oysters have had a long history as an aphrodisiac and their reputation is well known. The pearl that is sometimes found inside the oyster was said to increase the powers of arousal, because it resembles the clitoris. Other shellfish, such as mussels, fall into this same category.

Aiden is definitely the type who enjoys eating oysters as well other shellfish/mollusk dishes; he definitely likes fancy dishes, and in canon he enjoys escargot and considers it no different from consuming oysters or other mollusks. Evie is averse to them, but does learn to make them for Aiden. They're definitely a very strong aphrodisiac for him.

Fun bonus fact: one of the earliest movies Evie and Aiden ever watched together was Disney's original Alice in Wonderland movie. The bit about the Carpenter and the Walrus permanently mentally scarred Evie (who already had disinterest in the dish prior to) and almost made Aiden lose his taste for oysters. Almost. She still sometimes cooks them for him, but the memory of the scene comes to haunt her every time.

Raspberries and strawberries - Libido enhancing because of their color, their many tiny seeds, and their resemblance to nipples.

Evie enjoys strawberries. At least, artificial strawberry flavor/scent. Real strawberries are pretty good too, just not quite as tasty to her. Not sure if it would be a strong aphrodisiac, but at they very least it would put her in a good mood.

Strawberries dipped in chocolate would definitely be a favorite of theirs during romantic and/or sexy times, though.

Star anise - Because of its shape, the star anise was sacred to the Goddess and therefore a potent fertility symbol.

I'm not sure if they'd care much for this, but Evie would be endeared to the star shape hehe. She lieks star shapes.

Tomato - Also called the “Love Apple” and is regarded as an aphrodisiac, because of the prolific number of seeds contained within it. However, the name itself is the result of an accidental misinterpretation. Because they were originally a yellow color they were called “Pomo D’or” in Italy, the Apple of Gold. It was also called the “Pomo d’Moro”—the apple of the Moors, referring to its Spanish origins. From here, it was just a slip of the tongue to the French, “Pomme d’Amour,” or Love Apple.

Well, Evie and Aiden do like pizza, which generally uses a tomato sauce. Evie partiularly adores cheese pizza, Aiden's favorite I think would be pepperoni. Do with that what you will.

Other than that, Evie is generally averse to tomatoes (while Aiden enjoys them well enough).

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nancy-reads · 2 years ago

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you belong with me

pairing: fred weasley x reader

summary: fred wakes up after a wild night with his team to his phone buzzing nonstop after his latest tweet. Turns out he accidentally invited his old chemistry partner (and long-time crush) to the second game of the season. pining and fluff ensue.

warnings: a tiny little bit of spice at the end (it's really not that much i just want to warn you guys)

authors note: i promise the sequal to am i the one you think about will come out, i just got a bunch of inspiration to write this all of the sudden and wanted to share it with you guys!!

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

As soon as Fred woke up, he regretted everything. His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and his muscles ached. Every part of him wanted to lie back down and never get up again.

His memories of last night were fuzzy at best. He was hanging with some of the boys from his team, celebrating after their first game of the season. Many beers were passed around, and for some reason, Fred had a vague memory of the team shouting at him over and over to do it.

Strange. They probably wanted him to take a bunch of shots or something. Usually, he’d be down, but not during football season. He had games to win, and Superbowls to play at.

Fred opened his eyes and blinked sleepily. As the world came into focus, he realized that his phone was buzzing, and had been for a while. He rolled over, chugged a glass of water, and grabbed his phone.

His jaw dropped as he saw the flood of notifications.

Fred Weasley’s Secret Crush?

Fred Weasley Invites Mystery Girl to Sunday’s Game Over Twitter

Football Hearthrobb Fred Weasley Has a Girlfriend?!

Holy shit.

There was only one person this could be about, and he might just die from embarrassment if he was right. You had probably completely forgotten about him, while he still liked all of your Instagram photos on his private account.

Fred scrolled through his notifications to see what looked like a million from Twitter alone, and a text from nearly everyone he knew.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped the Twitter app and clicked on his profile.

Fred Weasley @thebetterweasley

never would have gotten to the nfl without my college chem partner @ynln… tickets to the next game on me?

Fred’s eyes widened as he reread his tweet over and over again. He could feel his entire body heating up as he fought the urge to bury his head in his hands.

He just blew it. Entirely. You would never be interested in him now. You’d just think he wanted the attention, or worse, just for a quick fling.

Fred couldn’t imagine ever only wanting a fling from you. You and your gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, and the way you talk way just mesmerizing. He could never focus during Intro To Chemistry because you’d be sat right next to him, eyes sparkling and pen flying as you took notes.

And he saw your grades. You were basically a genius, acing every test and perfecting every project. You were probably in grad school right now or in some sort of job for brilliant people who are saving the world.

You probably had no idea who he was.

After an embarrassingly long time spent moping, Fred got out of bed and reluctantly headed to the gym to work out. In between reps, he responded to the thousands of texts that he received, either congratulating him or calling him an idiot.

He definitely knew which ones were right.

His tweet had millions of likes by now, so there was no chance that you’d missed it. He’d been contacted by loads of news outlets, asking for a quote or an interview or anything about you, and he’d denied all of them. The passive-aggressive text from his manager, Alicia, was enough to make him want to delete every social media account he owned.

Fred had just finished his last stretch routine and was headed toward the showers when he got a notification.

Y/N L/N @ynln

maybe i’ll swing by…see if we still have chemistry

Fred could feel the heat spread from his neck all the way to his hairline. He wanted to giggle and kick his feet like a lovesick teenager. Maybe he didn’t ruin everything after all?

You tweeted it a minute ago..would it be weird for him to like it immediately?

Yes. Yes, it would.

That didn’t make him want to do it any less.

As Fred headed to the shower, a massive smile adorning his face, he immediately hit the call button because he had to tell someone about this. You responded to his tweet. He wanted to jump around and squeal like a kid with a crush.

Which was pretty accurate, to be quite honest.

“George,”

“Freddie, I just finished my workout, is this really that imp-”

“She responded to my tweet!!” Fred nearly shouted. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes shining with excitement. He didn’t recognize himself as he looked in the mirror. His smile was too big for his face, and his ears were bright red.

“It did have more than a million likes, Fred. I think she kind of had to.”

“Don’t ruin this for me George. I’ve liked her for so long, what do I even do now?”

Fred could hear George’s exasperated smile from miles away. “First, you are going to take a deep breath. You are a cool NFL football player, not a horny teenager. “

“Right. Yes.”

He took a deep breath, but his heart was still racing and the butterflies in his stomach would not go away. Come on Fred, you are gonna be normal about this. You can do it.

“You got that Fred?” George asked. Fred murmured an affirmative. “Okay, now you are gonna get tickets to the VIP booth, four of them.”

“Four? Why-”

“Because one of them is for Mum, as you know she will get there somehow if you’ve invited a girl.”

“That’s fair, actually.”

“Also, the public loves her so I assume that your girl will want to meet her too.” Fred pointedly ignored how his heart raced at the words “your girl.” George continued, “You’re also not going to be the asshole who makes her go alone, so give her a couple tickets for her friends.”

“When did you get so smart with girls?”

George chuckled. “Oh this is all Angelina. I don’t know anything.”

“Yeah, that makes a lot more sense, Georgie.”

“Hey!”

Fred hung up as he orders four VIP tickets for the game. He immediately sends one to his mum, but he pauses before sending it to you.

see you at the game! you better be wearing red and gold…

Fred added a winky face, then immediately deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too juvenile or worse, weird. His thumb hovered over the blue send button, rereading the DM over and over. At last, he admitted defeat and sent a screenshot to Geoge.

F: does this sound okay?

G: yes. stop worrying.

F: you act as if you were not the same way when you asked angelica to the yule ball

G: shut up

Fred snorted as he switched back to Twitter. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pressed send.

For the rest of the week, Fred practiced harder than ever. All eyes were gonna be on him this week, and he needed a win. More importantly, you were gonna be at this game, and he knew who he wanted to dedicate his touchdown to.

He’d been thinking about it since that freshman year chemistry class when he was nothing but a rookie tight end, and the NFL was nothing but a dream. The crowd goes wild, but the only person he’s looking at is you.

Christ, when did he become such a romantic?

He felt a smile split across his face when his phone buzzed during a break.

Y: i looked through my closet and i don’t know if i have any red and gold…might have to steal something of yours

F: stay after the game and maybe we’ll see

The two of you didn’t text often, maybe a couple of times a day, but it was always a highlight. Locker room talk had devolved into just making fun of Fred’s puppy dog eyes and lovesick smile whenever he opened his phone.

Someone from the press got a picture of him smiling at his phone, and the internet exploded even more.

Fred Weasley Caught Blushing At His Phone During Practice

Fred Weasley’s Smile Has the Internet Swooning

Fred Weasley’s Mystery Girl: Who Is She?

Part of him wanted to feel embarrassed with all the attention, but he was too grateful that you had finally given him the time of day to really think about it. He was laser-focused on every play and worked extra hard at the gym. They would win the game this week, even if it was purely by his will.

Fred had never been this nervous for a game before. Every single playoff game, championship, or even the Superbowl hadn’t prepared him for this feeling.

His girl was up there, and he had to impress you today.

The crowd screamed louder than ever as he ran onto the field with his team. There were signs everywhere, asking if you were here and making jokes about Fred being a loverboy. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face as he looked around the stadium, taking it all in.

There was nothing he loved more than football, and having other people love him for it was even more special.

Still, Fred tried to catch your eye in the VIP booth, and his smile widened when he saw you talking to his mum. Embarrassing as it was, everyone loved her, so she was probably the quickest way to your heart. Eventually, though, his mum took pity on him and pointed him out to you.

And shit, your smile when Fred finally looked into your eyes. The two of you were far away, so it was hard to tell, but he already knew it was beautiful. He stared at you, probably for longer than was considered normal until the whistle blew and he was forced to follow his team.

This was probably the best game his team had ever played. Everyone was in sync, and the plays they’d worked on all summer were gaining them yards across the field. Everyone could feel the energy in the stadium as people cheered his name.

The only problem, Fred hadn’t yet scored a touchdown. Halftime had just ended, and the team was up thirty-one points. He could feel the coaches wanting to pull him out and let the best people rest while they had such a great lead, however, he silently begged them to let him stay in.

Just one good play and I’ve got this.

And his chance finally came halfway through the third quarter. They were only a few yards away from the endzone, and Fred knew that this was his chance as Oliver called the play.

The whistle blew, and Fred didn’t even see the other players as he sprinted into the endzone, dodging anyone who attempted to get in his way. He and Oliver were in perfect sync as he threw the ball straight into Fred’s hands, securing another six points for the team.

The crowd screamed as the touchdown was announced, and Fred couldn’t stop himself from doing a little victory dance. His eyes found your booth as he headed to the sideline, and he blushed from head to toe at your reaction. You were jumping around and screaming with joy (he hoped) and you looked adorable.

In a moment of confidence, he caught your eye, placed his hand on his chest, and held out half a heart, mouthing “This one is for you.”

Part of him wondered if he was coming on too strong, but the other part was enamored with you as you clasped your hand over your beautiful smile and held half a heart back.

The crowd let out an “aww” as you showed up on the screen beside him, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming at the nearby camera. He could feel people tapping away at their phones to post on social media, but he didn’t care. You were cheering for him.

The game continued, and Fred was mostly put on the sidelines to give some of the rookies a chance to play, as it was looking pretty good for his team. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at your booth, so much so that the team was beginning to notice.

“Fred, loverboy, the game is this way,” Lee Jordan teased.

“Staring at your mom, Weasley?” Andrew Sloper asked.

Even Oliver, who usually had a stick up his ass, joined in on the fun. “God, Fred, you’d think Taylor Swift was here or something.”

Fred was happy to laugh with them. He hadn’t remembered feeling this giddy in a long time, and he couldn’t push the smile from his face. Part of him was eager for the game to be over, so he could go see you.

Still, his hands shook and butterflies erupted from his stomach when he thought about heading up to your booth. Would conversation flow? Would you even like him in person after all these years? Did you only come for free tickets or for internet clout?

That wasn’t it, he knew. You were too kind, too good to do that when it was obvious how head over heels he was for you. Still, part of him worried.

Fred was sure his team was sick of him by now. He’d been agonizing over his hair for the past thirty minutes as he prepared to leave the locker room and finally see you. He’d blown you a kiss as he left the field, and he was wondering if he’d come on too strong, and clearly if his hair was wrong it would ruin everything.

Maybe he was panicking a little bit. He’d texted you a few minutes ago, giving you instructions on how to get to the family and friends area outside the locker room. He hoped his mum would guide you there, as the last thing he wanted was for you to get lost and attacked by rabid football fans. You didn’t deserve that.

After a few more minutes, he realized that his hair was hopeless (it looked fine) and decided he would rather not leave you waiting. With a last look in the mirror and a deep breath, he headed out of the locker room.

The area was crowded; full of girlfriends, wives, children, and all sorts of family and friends of the team. There was a buzz in the room of people talking, laughing, and generally celebrating the win. The sounds got even louder as he entered, and Fred could see people acting like they weren’t staring at him.

Still, he wasn’t paying attention to anything but you as you locked eyes across the room. You gave him a shy smile, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming as he headed straight for you.

“Hey,” you said. Your eyes were piercing, and very distracting. He couldn’t seem to form a thought as he stared into them.

“Hey,” he said back, stupidly. He hesitated for a moment as the butterflies felt more like stampeding wildebeest in his stomach. “Did you enjoy the game?”

There was a teasing lilt to your voice as you responded. “I don’t know. It was alright, I suppose.”

“Alright?” Fred asked in mock annoyance. He placed a light hand on your back as he guided you out of the family area. “I guess next time I’ll give my free VIP tickets to someone else.”

You snorted. “As if you have someone else to give them to.”

“Hey! I have plenty of people to give tickets to.”

“Like who?” you asked. “Your mom?”

Fred smiled and placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “You dare insult Mother Weasley?”

You smiled and stared at the ground as you shook your head. “Never. We had a great time hanging out tonight.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I’m glad. I have a feeling that you’re going to be her new favorite.”

As the two of you neared the press area, Fred straightened and pressed his hand slightly closer to your back. He didn’t want to be too forward, however, he knew how aggressive the press could be. “For this next part, just be careful of the reporters. Our security is really good, and honestly,” he chuckled a bit, “I could take most of them, but I don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable.”

You nodded and pressed a bit closer to him, making him blush even harder.

It was a small hallway, and the press was kept behind some silver barriers that allowed the two of you some space to walk. Cameras flashed and videos recorded Fred and you walking past. You had the prettiest smile in the world, and Fred couldn’t stop looking at you as you gave an especially beautiful one to the cameras.

He’d have to find that photo later.

Fred was desperate to grab your hand as the two of you walked toward his convertible, but his hands were sweaty and shook at the thought. You looked gorgeous in the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to your lips.

As the two of you sped off, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I believe I was promised a jersey after the game.”

He smirked. “I’m pretty sure I said we’ll see.”

“So you don’t want to see me in your jersey next game?”

“Who said you were getting invited to my next game?”

“Seemed like someone enjoyed having me there tonight,” you said, looking away from him, a teasing smile on your face.

Fred smiled. “When did you get so confident? I remember it took forever for us to actually talk when we met.”

“I know it may surprise you Freddie, but some of us grew up a bit after college.”

“Really?” he gasped, dropping his jaw. “That's crazy.”

“And,” you added, “some of us have learned how to tell when someone is flirting with us.”

That's when Fred’s jaw dropped for real, and red spread all the way to his ears. He turned back to the road, focusing on driving as hard as he could. Letting you see the giddy beam on his face was not an option. Your hand moved toward the center console, right next to his, and every part of him itched to hold it.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh…how have you been?”

He listened to you describe your life and your job as if he had not been stalking you on Instagram since he met you. It seemed like you had thrived since college, and Fred felt his heart soar when he heard how happy you were. You deserved everything, and Fred silently hoped he would be there to see you get it.

As the two of you pulled into the parking lot, Fred caught you staring at him, biting your lip as he backed into the spot. He smiled to himself as he got out of the car and opened the door for you.

“Dinner?”

Dinner was perfect. Fred couldn’t stop laughing and smiling in your presence, and it seemed like you were having a great time as well. Every so often the conversation would lull, and he would catch you staring at him as the two of you enjoyed your meal.

He did his share of staring as well, but he hoped that he was less obvious about it.

(He wasn’t.)

Fred finally found the courage to grab your hand as the two of you were leaving the restaurant, with your head thrown back in a laugh that rocked his world. You just looked so adorable that he had to hold you, even if it was just your hand.

He knew it was the right choice when you immediately squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, which caused you to do it again, beginning an all-out hand-squeezing war that only ended when the two of you were laughing too hard to continue.

Christ, your laugh was just so beautiful. You looked so free and so happy when you simply threw your head back and laughed, letting your joy overtake your entire body. Fred could feel himself staring, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be a part of your sunshine.

Too soon, you stopped laughing and just stared back at him. He held your gaze for a moment, letting his eyes flick to your lips every so often. He stepped closer to you. Close enough to touch you. Close enough to lean in…

Close enough to kiss you.

You’re eyes slid shut as Fred leaned in and placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his. Slowly, so terribly slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Your lips were soft, and they seemed to meld with his perfectly. Fred could feel his pulse racing as you tugged on the lapels of his jacket to get closer. Christ, he just wanted to be closer to you, closer, and closer.

You opened your mouth slightly, and Fred took that opportunity to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He felt you inhale sharply and panicked for a moment until he heard your small moan at the movements of his tongue. All Fred knew was that he wanted to hear that sound again, and again, and again until you couldn’t make it anymore, until you were tired and sick with pleasure-

You gasped as you pulled away from him. Your lips were raw and red, matching the blush that colored your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as the two of you gazed at each other.

Fred smirked. “So…do you think we still have chemistry?”

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