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roosterforme · 5 months

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Adult Education Part 12 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica enjoys showing off her closet almost as much as Jake enjoys unwrapping his gift. When the two of them head to the fundraiser she's spent weeks planning, Jake recognizes the strong feelings he has for her. And there's no way he'd let anyone take this night away from her.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral f receiving, angst, swearing, frat boys, 18+

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jake was trying to play it cool on Friday night as he knocked on Jessica's door. "I'm coming!" she called from inside as he shifted the baking dish around in his hand along with his garment bag. He had everything he would need for the weekend, including his suit for her fundraiser.

When she opened the door for him, she looked breathless and flushed. "Hi," she whispered, and then Jake had her in his arms, too.

"I missed you," he replied. "But I need you to take this lasagna before I drop it."

"Oh! You brought dinner?" she asked, looking astonished as she took the foil covered dish from his arms. "You didn't have to do that."

"I like feeding you," he told her with a wink as he walked inside and closed her apartment door behind him. And then he really took a look at her. She was wearing a deep purple jewel toned robe and seemingly nothing else. It was short and silky and barely covered her backside as she ran into her tiny, mostly unused kitchen and peeked inside the foil.

"It looks so good," she moaned.

Jake draped his garment jacket over the back of the couch and tossed his overnight bag with it as he headed for the kitchen as well. "Preheat the oven and we can eat it in about an hour."

She did, and then she spun to face him as she adjusted her glasses. Her nipples were peaks against the silk fabric, and Jake desperately wanted to untie it and see if she was wearing panties. Jessica was his girlfriend, and technically she had invited him over to look at and enjoy her lingerie collection with him, but he didn't want to make it seem like that was the only reason he was here. Because it wasn't.

He leaned in and kissed her. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow night."

"Me too," she replied, leaning away from him a bit as she reached for the sash holding her robe closed. "But I'm looking forward to tonight just as much. And I have a great idea of how we can entertain ourselves while dinner cooks."

Jake watched her fingers work the knot until the fabric drifted open to reveal her delicate skin from the valley between her breasts all the way down to her pussy. "I love the way you think," he murmured, running his knuckles along her belly button. "You're so damn smart, Baby." He trailed his hand slowly up her body until he was cupping her chin while she shivered.

"You stay here while I go change?" Her eyes were wide and focused on his as he stroked her neck.

"Mmhmm. I'll put the food in the oven and set the timer. Be there in a minute."

Jessica bounced off toward her bedroom with her robe flying behind her while Jake had to unzip his jeans for a little relief. He had to fight the urge to touch himself as he waited for the oven to preheat. How the hell was this happening to him? He counted his blessings as he put the lasagna in to cook and followed Jessica at a slower pace. Her bedroom was softly lit and smelled as sweet as she always did. When he found her, she was standing in her small walk-in closet with her back to him.

"Reedy," he crooned. She was wearing more of those black stockings he liked so much. The tops of them just barely dug into her soft thighs, and she had on her black high heels. This time she paired them with a black garter belt and thong, and when she tossed her hair across her upper back, he saw her black bra straps, too.

She peeked at him over her shoulder and whispered, "Wanna unwrap your present?"

He was already sweating. Jake tugged his own tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor as he stepped up right behind her. "I think I'd like to enjoy the way it looks first."

Soft laughter filled the small space as Jake's hands found her shoulders and then trailed them down her arms. She shivered when he pressed the front of his jeans to her ass, letting her feel the rough fabric on her perfect skin. "Jake," she whispered, rubbing back against him as he brought his hands around to the front of her waist to her soft belly.

When he kissed the side of her neck, she arched her back, and those pretty breasts were jutting out covered in black lace. "I like this look on you," he whispered, bringing his left hand up to squeeze her tits. "It's a little filthy. Where's my sweet Jessica?"

She whined as his right hand dipped into the front of her thong and went right for her clit. "I'm still sweet," she mumbled, already sounding out of breath as he sucked on the side of her neck.

"You sure are," he mused, pushing two fingers through her folds and inside her as she bucked. He licked her neck and whispered, "Let me taste your pussy?"

Jake was rock hard in his jeans as she rubbed on him and moaned, "Anything you want."

He smirked and sucked on her neck hard enough to leave a mark. Then he withdrew his fingers and pulled his hand free from the black lace. He spun her around to watch him lick his fingers clean of her slick, and she already looked a little dazed. "If you offer up everything, I can't promise I won't take it."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and chased his lips, and Jake let her taste herself there. He palmed her ass and scooped her up, and she gasped and giggled when he dropped her onto her back on the bed. "What are you gonna do?" she asked, adjusting her glasses with a little grin as she looked up at him.

"Well first of all, I'm gonna take that little grin off your face," he whispered, reaching for her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed as she squealed. "Then I'm gonna make you come." He kissed the inside of her left calf before gently guiding both legs over his shoulders. The silky stockings felt nice on his bare skin as he bent and kissed along her belly. Her fingers were in his hair as he reached beneath her and unclasped her bra. She helped him toss it away as he licked and nuzzled the undersides of her breasts. "Jesus," he moaned, pushing her thighs back with his shoulders to get better access to her tits.

Jessica whimpered as he rubbed at her wet pussy through the thong while he sucked on her nipples. She was lying here, prepared to let him do what he wanted, but the only thing he needed was to prove he was good enough for her. Jake took his time, licking and sucking and worshipping her breasts until she was begging him for more. He took her hands in his and guided them from his hair and wrapped them around the backs of her own thighs.

"You keep yourself open nice and wide for me," he grunted, kneeling on the floor and kissing her inner thigh. She smelled sweet and ready for him; she'd already soaked through her lingerie.

"Okay," she whispered, watching him with parted lips as he tugged her thong to one side and buried his nose in her pussy. He kissed her opening as her high heels dug into his back a little bit, and she bucked up toward his face.

"Shh," he coaxed, holding her hips still as she whined his name. "I'm right here." That just seemed to make her go crazier, because he had to pin her down to the bed to enjoy her the way he wanted to: leisurely and thoroughly.

"Fuck," she gasped, spreading her own legs wider as Jake wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked softly at first and then harder. The little bud was as smooth as a pearl against his tongue and oh so sensitive. "Jake," she whispered as he lapped her up before kissing the little patch of her trimmed hair.

"You want me to stop?" he teased, and she tried to buck up for more.

"No!" she whined.

He kissed her clit. "Then spread 'em wider for me, Baby," he crooned, licking her up and down when she obeyed him. He ate her out like she deserved, coating his chin and lips with her slick and his saliva, licking and sucking until she was shaking. Then he just sucked a steady rhythm on her clit until her gasps and cries grew louder and louder. The gentle roll of her hips fighting him for more pressure let him know she was close.

Then he felt and tasted the little gush against his tongue as she dripped down his chin. Her legs fell limp as he looked up at her perfect body where her breasts shook alluringly with each little aftershock while she chewed on her fingers.

"Damn," he grunted, easing her legs down gently. He could hear the kitchen timer going off as she looked up at him. When he eased his body down on top of hers, he cock twitched, but he convinced himself he could wait to get himself wet. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, and she brought her fingers back to his hair as he kissed her cheeks and then her parted lips. "Let me get your robe, and you just take your time coming to the kitchen for dinner."

"You don't need to fuck me?" she asked softly.

Jake chuckled. "Not as badly as I need to feed you dinner so you have energy for later."

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Jessica was sitting at her table in her lingerie with her robe wrapped around her, a clip holding her messy hair on top of her head. Jake was bustling around the kitchen in just his unzipped jeans wearing her oven mitts and humming along to a song that must have been stuck in his head. She groaned and cradled her face in her hands. He was so sexy and so damn sweet. How was she supposed to have stopped herself from falling for him?

"Baby, you want me to open this bottle of wine?" he asked, holding up the merlot that was on the counter.

"Sure," she replied, watching his biceps work the wine opener. Then he brought her a plate of piping hot, homemade lasagna and a glass of her favorite wine. Before he could turn back to the kitchen to grab the rest, she reached for his hand. "Thank you."

Jake chuckled. "I should be thanking you," he muttered, kissing her forehead before he went to get his own food.

She didn't realize how hungry she was until she took a bite. "It's so good," she whispered before she worked on cleaning her plate. Jessica mostly subsisted off of cereal, sandwiches, and lean cuisines unless he cooked something for her, and this was so delicious, she could have cried. She ate a second serving with no remorse.

"I was going to change into something else," she whispered as she finished her glass of wine. "I'll let you choose something this time. But it's your fault and your lasagna's fault if I look bloated now."

Jake pushed his chair back, sitting there looking like a model from Men's Health magazine. When he patted his thigh, she straddled his lap and took a seat. Once again he untied the sash of her robe and stroked her from the top of her chest, down between her bare breasts, to the top of her garter belt. "Still looks perfect to me," he mumbled, pushing her robe open further and playing with her nipple. "You said I get to choose this time?" he asked, smirking up at her as he cupped her breast and leaned in to kiss the bruised spot on her neck.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, leaning into his touch. "Pick a color and I'll get changed so you can fuck me."

Jake grunted. "Navy blue."

She smiled and kissed him before heading back to her closet with just the perfect thing in mind. As she slipped into a lacy, crotchless teddy in a rich, dark blue, she could hear Jake cleaning up in the kitchen. She selected a pair of red heels and let her hair out of the clip. She felt really sexy in this one, and when Jake walked into the bedroom, she was already bent over the bed, resting on her elbows, on display for him.

"That's a beautiful sight," he murmured, his voice deep with need. Jessica could feel her nipples furl at his words alone. "Is this for me?" he asked, patting her bare pussy from behind.

"Yes," she moaned as he slid his hand up to her butt.

"How about this?"

"Yes," she repeated, feeling like she must be wet enough to drip on the floor.

Without another word, she felt his knee wedge between her thighs, and he knocked her feet further apart with his own. "Jake," she whispered, legs spread wide as he squeezed her thighs, and then she felt his mouth on her again. "Oh."

He licked her pussy until she was practically seeing stars. When her legs shook, Jake helped her kneel on the edge of the bed, and then he ate her some more. His hands were a little rougher this time on her thighs, but it felt so good. And he was a quick study, because he had her coming again on his tongue.

She braced her hands on her light blue bedding, ready for him to start thrusting; he had more than earned it. But instead, Jake helped her roll over onto her back as she caught her breath, and then he plopped down next to her and took her hand.

"You wanna change one more time?" he asked, stroking his fingers through her messy hair. "This time I'll unwrap my present before having my way with it."

She closed her eyes and basked in his words before she started to stand. "I have just the thing."

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Jake eased his jeans down his legs, his lips still wet with Jessica. He'd be lying right now if he said he didn't desperately need to cum. He stroked himself slowly as she opened and closed some drawers in her closet, and his hand was still wrapped around his cock when she returned.

Somehow she'd gone from the naughty, strappy lingerie to this cream colored set, but he was just as turned on for this more innocent look. A cupless bra that tied into a soft, satin bow over her breasts and some high waisted underwear. "Come here, Smart Girl," he growled, and she seemed to know just what he wanted as she crawled on top of him. "I like this."

He adjusted her glasses and kissed her lips as he ran his big hand along her panties. Everything was so soft. Like he'd never had before. Even her voice as she whispered, "Go ahead and unwrap me," sounded sweet to his ears. So he slid her underwear down to her bare feet, and she kicked them aside. Then without warning, she wrapped her hand around his cock and sank down on him. She swirled her hips slowly as he untied the satin bow slowly until her tits popped free.

Jake brought his lips up to her chest as she braced her hands on his shoulders. She made soft, needy little noises as she bumped along with her tits in his face. "You're the perfect present," he whispered. "Can't get enough."

When he rolled her onto her back and thrust into her until he came, he kissed her flushed cheeks and her lips as she moaned. Then he got to enjoy the sight of his cum leaking out of her hole and down her ass before he accompanied her to the shower.

She was soft and drowsy in his arms, resting her cheek against his chest as he told her how she was always so sweet for him. How she was everything he wanted. He knew he was falling in love with his Smart Girl who kept him on his toes.

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Jessica slept so well snuggled up tight with Jake, her fingers in his chest hair. Apparently she was more worn out than she thought, because it was after ten on Saturday morning when she opened her eyes. And as soon as she did, he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "Morning," he whispered. "You ready for your fancy fundraiser?"

She groaned. On paper, yes, she was ready. Mentally? Hardly. "Can we just stay in bed all day instead?" she asked softly as Jake kissed her shoulder.

"No," he replied. "I want to see you in action. Work up an appetite for tonight."

She chuckled. "Well I'm putting you, Bradley and Dev to work all evening."

"Dev is coming?" Jake asked abruptly, his hand pausing on her body.

"Yeah. I invited him when he donated the beer. I've been emailing him to coordinate since he sent me things for the silent auction."

"He has a thing for you," Jake said bluntly. Jessica shimmied around until she was facing him. "Bradshaw told me like a hundred times with a smug look on his face."

She felt her cheeks grow warm. "But I have a thing for you. You're my boyfriend."

Jake kissed her softly and asked, "Did you give him your phone number inside one of the journals from your personal collection?"

"No!" she replied, scandalized. "You're the only one I could ever want to tease like that. Although I was honestly a little afraid I took it too far and you had given up on me." She buried her face against his neck since she didn't have her glasses on.

"Baby, I was so hooked after the first night at Chippy's, I'd still be begging you for your number now. I mean, Jessica... I bought a new truck for you."

"Oh my god," she moaned, certain her face was bright red. Butterflies erupted in her tummy as she thought about it. "Jake. Stop."

"I don't want to."

The morning gave way to lunchtime as they made love. She knew it would take her a while to get ready for the event, but she just couldn't rush something that felt so good. "I love this," Jake whispered against her ear while he had her hands pinned on the pillow above her head. Goosebumps covered her arms and legs. All the fine hairs on her body were tingling at the sensation of him rocking into her while he whispered, "Love it."

Then he made her brunch while she took a quick shower and cleaned up the mess he made with his cum. She ate eggs and toast with a huge mug of coffee while he headed off to shower, leaving her with the words, "I could get used to Saturdays like this."

She could, too. Jake was the best combination of everything. Sure, he could cook and he was hot and good in bed, but she liked having him around. She thought about him all day when she was at work. And he seemed to know how often she needed to have her own space. He bought a truck to make sure he wasn't late meeting her again. She groaned softly, already feeling needy for him again. How the hell was that possible? She was actually quite sore at the moment.

With a soft smile, she put her plate in the dishwasher and headed to her closet. She was pulling on the tiny emerald green underwear when Jake strolled in completely naked. "Hey," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She melted against him, his skin still warm and damp from the shower. "What color are you wearing so I know which tie to put on?"

She pointed to the long, green dress hanging up. "This one."

"Pretty," he mumbled against her temple. "Then I'll wear my black tie instead of red or gold."

Once he was gone again, she shivered as she fixed her hair and makeup in her underwear. Jake was completely dressed and shaved with his hair styled by the time she was ready. He helped her into her dress and zipped up the back. It was tasteful with a flowing skirt, but there was a long slit going up her left leg. The top fit snugly over her breasts, and the thin straps accentuated her collarbones and shoulders.

When she put her glasses back on, Jake said, "You're a knockout, Reedy. You ready to go to this thing?"

She slipped her heels on, gathered up her bag filled with notebooks and folders and then laced her fingers with his. "Let's go."

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Jake could tell she was nervous. His main goal for the evening was to help make everything as easy as possible for her, but she was quiet in his truck on the drive over. He wasn't sure what he could do for her right now. When she reached for his hand, she held onto him while she anxiously checked her phone. Jake was pretty sure they had plenty of time to get everything done, and he would take care of whatever she needed.

"Okay, so Bradley is loading the chilled kegs into his Bronco right now according to his wife, and then they are heading over to campus. The ice buckets should be ready. The frat boys reassured me they did everything on the checklist, including moving the furniture outside. The string quartet should arrive at 5:30. Dev should arrive around then, too. You and Bradley can set up the tables for beer pong. The culinary students should be in the kitchen within the next hour. Oh my god, did I miss anything?"

"Baby, I think you have it all under control," Jake said in as calming a voice as he could manage.

But she went silent and stared out the window. Several minutes passed before she quietly said, "I need this to be perfect if I ever stand a chance at tenure under Brian."

Jake let his fingers tighten around her small hand. He didn't even like hearing her say his name. "Will he be there?" Jake asked, his voice sounding a little rough.

She kind of shrugged as he turned down the block near the frat houses. "I wouldn't be surprised if he stops by. But I sold so many tickets, I don't see what he could complain about," she replied, her voice sounding a little more confident.

"Right," Jake said, parking behind the Bronco where Bradshaw and his wife were making out on the sidewalk. "Just stay with me, okay? And if you need anything, I'll help you take care of it."

"Okay," she whispered with a smile. And Jake knew he'd punch Brian Conley directly in his face before he let him upset his girlfriend tonight.

Bradshaw and his wife managed to separate long enough for Bradley to help Jessica down from the truck. Jake just shook his head at the other man sporting a black suit without a tie paired with a University of Chicago cap perched backwards on his head. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

"You have a little something right there," Jessica told him, pointing to his lips and cheek where his wife's red lipstick was smudged.

"Yeah," he replied with a nod and a smirk and then did absolutely nothing to clean himself up.

His wife was wearing a form fitting black dress reminiscent of the one she wore on New Year's Eve when Jake got severely drunk and called her Dr. Tits. But this dress wasn't low cut, and it had a pretty sheer fabric covering her up to her neck and down her arms to her wrists.

"Hi, Jake," she said, almost like she knew what he was thinking about. "Are you going to behave tonight?"

He nodded at Jessica and said, "I've turned over a new leaf." That made the other woman smile.

"Listen," Bradley said, adjusting his cap before he wrapped his arm around his wife. "I helped the guys put the kegs in the tubs of ice. But I gotta ask, is this like some sort of nerd frat or something?" he asked Jessica, jerking his thumb at the Kappa Pi house behind him. "They called me sir, and there are absolutely no half naked girls hanging out inside."

Both women laughed at the look of concern on his face. "I told them no personal guests. Only those with purchased tickets will be admitted. In fact, I'm going to have one of them stationed at the door scanning the tickets on everyone's phones."

"I still think it's a nerd frat," he muttered as Jessica took Jake by the hand and led him up to the front door with the other two in tow. "And I don't know how I feel about that."

Once they were inside, Jake looked around the entryway with appreciation. Victorian style wallpaper, crown molding and glossy hardwood floors. The wide stairs had a carpet runner, and it actually smelled nice. "Is this what your fraternity house was like, Bradshaw?"

"No." The other man nearly doubled over in laughter as he shook his head. "Not even close, Hangman. We would have destroyed all this shit within a week."

"I can vouch for that," his wife added as she patted him on the back.

Jessica turned and looked at him. "Were you in a fraternity, Jake?"

"No," he replied. "But I'm pleasantly surprised by this house. Might have pledged if something like this existed on my campus."

And then suddenly the four of them were no longer alone. A dozen or so guys in tuxedos made their way into the room at the same time the string quartet entered the house. People with chafing dishes came parading through, and Jessica pointed Jake toward five ping pong tables folded up against the wall.

"Don't worry," Bradley said with a knowing smile. "We'll show you how it's done. It'll be just like New Year's Eve."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Jake replied as Jessica blew him a kiss before she got pulled into the kitchen. "Let the fundraiser commence," he mumbled.

"No," Bradley replied, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. "Let the fratraiser commence."

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blue-jisungs · 4 months

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vanilla flavored kisses

author's note. rewatching opla made me fall for sanji even more 🫂☹️

summary. despite sanji being a professional cook, he loves your – one would say – simple yet adorable dishes

word count. 856

while dating sanji there’s a lot of things that make you crazy about him.

for example, the way he dresses. always wearing neatly fitted suits and elegant shoes adorning his feet. (not forgetting about the blonde hair – whether slicked back or loose).

or obviously his cooking skills. there’s a saying that the way to a man’s heart is through their stomach… well, you wouldn’t fully disagree. not only did he cook delicious dishes but also will cook anything that you’re craving at the moment (and won’t say a word). panna cotta? his whipping out the whisk already. lasagna? bold of you to assume that it’s not already in the oven. even a simple pizza or spaghetti? coming right up.

and something that you really love about sanji when it comes to his physical appearance is his voice. the accent, the deepness of it… it was just leaving you mesmerized – and you were sure that sanji knew the effect his voice had on you.

your boyfriend is just perfect. he can cook, he can clean… he can fight and whilst all of that he’s sexy. but also caring, sweet gentleman.

so you had your reasons to coo about how much you love him and how perfect he is.

now sanji didn’t understand one thing – if it’s fine for you to gush over him, then why are you getting shy and refusing when he’s honestly listing your qualities?

the thing about you is that no matter what you do or say, sanji will find you adorable.

for instance, he’s a chef. he used to work in baratie, a fancy restaurant where dishes are served in an exquisite manner. even now, while being a cook for the straw hats on a ship, he would still fancy up the food or arrange it in a michelin star worthy way. even plain cereal are going to be served like its a meal worth 500 berry.

and you… you’re so simple that it’s strangely cute.

like, right now.

“wait, don’t look!” you whined and turned sanji around (more like he let you do that because no way in hell you’d be able with all of his muscles). “i’m not finished yet, baby! two more seconds, i promise”

“i’ve got all the time in the world, mon amour” he hummed, chills going down your spine.

sanji sat down at the couch and observed you.

brows furrowed, tongue sticking out in focus and fingers reaching for something in a bowl.

“and what exactly am i waiting for?” he asked, genuinely curious. just when he was about to start preparing dinner, you kicked him out of the kitchen. at first he was offended: the kitchen is his workplace after all, but then he only got intrigued.

even from the other side of the door he could smell some vanilla and almond sugar yet he decided to pretend being clueless.

“a small surprise for my chef” you grinned and finally grabbed the bowl, hissing “it’s hot!”

“be careful, please, i don’t want you to get hurt” sanji smiled and his blue eyes carefully observed you.

after grabbing a spoon and holding the bowl in a way that it wouldn’t burn you, you placed it down in front of sanji.

“ta-da!” you hummed happily, putting your hands on your hips. he leaned over and couldn’t help the corners of his lips from rising.

in front of him there stood vanilla pudding. one would say it’s literally just a pudding, nothing special.

but sanji knew that it’s more than that – it was prepared by you for him, with all of your heart and soul poured into it. so what if the sugar was burned or the consistency would left zeff questioning his existency? sanji was touched.

especially when he saw the small, pink, heart-shaped marshmallows and some purple sprinkles.

“i know it’s no mind-blowing dessert but i wanted to serve you something… y’know because usually you do the cooking” you mumbled and sat down next to him.

sanji pressed a kiss to your cheek and grabbed the spoon.

“thank you, mon amour. i really appreciate that” he said with a genuine smile. then he tried it and you nervously scanned his features. will he like it? is it even edible?

sanji’s blue eyes lit up, sparks of joy dancing in them. then he took another spoon of the yellow pudding with a marshmallow in it and turned around. his free hand tapped your chin and you opened your mouth, blush creeping into your cheeks. he guided the spoon to your lips, the other hand resting below the spoon in case anything fell.

you took a bite and scrunched your nose, which drew a bubbly laugh out of his chest.

“it’s too sweet” you mumbled and sanji just shook his head.

“just like you” he teased and put the spoon down, tucking a hair behind your ear “it’s perfect. thank you so much, mon amour”

then he cut the distance between you two, his plush lips landing on yours; the kiss expressed his gratitude too. and the sweet vanilla flavor lingering on his lips caused you to smile.

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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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hiya! i live for your stories, i’m kind of addicted lol

could you please write 2010 tom meeting reader’s family for the first time over dinner, charming the shit out of them while teasing reader throughout the whole dinner, then sneaking off to the bathroom and… 🤭

TIME AND PLACE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom meets your parents for the first time, and he is a lot more relaxed than you are - perhaps too relaxed, teasing you beyond belief whilst your family are completely oblivious, the two of you ending up in the downstairs bathroom, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

content: smut

a/n: LOVEEEE this idea thank u so much for requesting anon! also can we please talk ab how hot he looks in this clip like i’m going insane, coincidentally it fits w this request so i had to use it. i also wanted to say thank you for 400 followers, i only had like two when i started LMAO so thank u to everyone that has followed thus far!! 💞

“baby, calm down, everything is going to be fine. what’s the worst that can happen?” tom says as we climb out of the car.

“you clearly don’t know my parents tom.” i laugh, taking a deep breath and praying for some sort of miracle. my parents are classy, reserved people, with respectable jobs, and pretty traditional viewpoints - in other words exactly what my boyfriend isn’t. “just please, don’t mess this up. i really want them to like you.”

he smiles softly, closing the car door behind him, walking around to the other side where i am standing, placing his hands on my lower waist and kissing my lips softly.

“i’ll try, i promise. you’re getting worked up over nothing.” he says, pressing his lips to my forehead, pulling me into a short hug. i pull away, my hands resting on his chest as i inspect his appearance, straightening his jacket and brushing off any imperfections from the material.

he chuckles at my panicked state, softly grabbing my hands and shaking his head. “it’s going to be fine.” he repeats, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly before taking my hand and beginning the short walk up my parents’ driveway. “besides, what’s not to like about me? i’m funny, charming, sexy, kind, famous - i tick every box.”

i shake my head, pushing his chest lightly as i stifle a laugh. “seriously, my parents are hard to please. you wont be able to win them over as easy as you did me.”

“hm, we’ll see. i think i’ll surprise you.” he states, stopping once we reach the front door, my hand hesitantly reaching to place a few firm taps on it, my other squeezing tom’s in an attempt to calm my nerves. he notices this, running his thumb up and down the skin soothingly, whispering a small ‘don’t worry’ from beside me, the door opening as my mom stand there, wide smile on her face once she sees me.

“honey!” my mom grins, opening her arms out and pulling me into a tight hug. after moving to the city with tom and touring with the band, i hadn’t seen as much of my parents as i usually would, missing them more than i had realised. she pulls away, eyes turning to tom.

“you must be the famous tom. i’ve heard a lot about you.” she says, forcing a small smile on her face, though i can tell that she is silently judging him, not yet bold enough to say her thoughts out loud. her eyes turn to mine whilst she gives tom a quick hug, my face tensing as i shoot her a knowing look, immediately seeing the way that she has made her assumptions about tom.

“all good things i hope ma’am.” he smiles, pulling away from the hug and taking my hand, my mom moving aside to let us both inside the house. it is clean, my mom always insistent on keeping it spotless - a slight smudge of dirt on the floor, or photo frame out of place and she would lose it. the faint smell of lasagna wafts around the place, the aroma bringing me some sense of comfort through its familiarity - the dish had always been my father’s specialty for as long as i could remember.

“where’s dad?” i ask, tom’s hand still touching mine as my eyes wander around the large living room. it is his turn to be nervous now - i can tell from the way his hand doesn’t leave my own, feet anxiously tapping against the floor.

“in the kitchen, preparing dinner. it won’t be much longer now, you can sit down, and tom, make yourself at home honey.” she says, shooting him a warm smile before she disappears out of the living room, leaving tom and i alone. i sit down on the couch, shrugging my jacket off, leaving me in my purple summer dress - sophisticated yet casual. tom, as usual, is adorned in all black: bandana tied around his forehead, oversized t-shirt and an even bigger pair of jeans, complete with a plain jacket. he had wanted to dress up a little, yet i had convinced him otherwise, not wanting him to pretend to be something that he isn’t, deciding that my parents can like him for who he truly is, or not at all.

he sits beside me, placing a gentle hand over my thigh, rubbing the bare skin softly.

“you okay?” he asks, planting a quick kiss to my cheek, intertwining his fingers with mine, his leg still bobbing up and down.

“mhm.” i say, taking my free hand and placing it over his leg, stopping its fast movements. “are you? you’ve gotten all skittish.”

he chuckles lowly, shaking his head and clearing his throat. “just…not sure if your mom likes me.” he shrugs his shoulders, looking downwards.

“she’s the most blunt woman i know. trust me, if she didn’t like you, you’d know about it.” i answer truthfully, knowing that my mother has never been one to hide her opinions - she makes it painfully obvious how she feels and, besides from her slightly off introduction, it seemed that at least to me, she liked tom. “besides, since when do you get nervous, mr cool?”

a small laugh leaves my lips, a teasing smile playing on them, not used to seeing tom anxious. he is usually the most confident person i know, yet now he seems panicked, and the sight is strange to me, but, he shrugs it off.

“i’m not nervous.” he insists, about to continue, though he is soon cut off by the voice of my mom sounding from the kitchen.

“dinner!”

tom sighs, standing up as i follow. he wraps his arms around my lower back, leaning in to give my lips a few soft pecks, smiling into the short kisses that he places on them, giving my ass a teasing squeeze. his eyes are playful, a hint of indisputable mischief illuminating the sea of brown, one eyebrow slightly raised - i know that look far too well to see that it isn’t one of innocence. he has something on his mind, this not the time or place.

“get that look off of your face. not here, absolutely not.” i state, looking upwards at him and shaking my head, straightening my dress and taking his hand, leading him out of the room.

“what look?” he asks, attempting to act oblivious, a slight smirk tugging on his lips. i tut from in front of him, sending him a quick glance as we approach the dining room, my dad laying out the food and my mom taking a seat at the table.

we both take our seats, sat opposite my mom and dad. having never met my father before, i expect tom to be hesitant to speak - my dad doesn’t exactly look to be an approachable person. yet, he makes the first move, much to my surprise.

“i’m tom. nice to meet you sir.” tom smiles politely, nodding his head and holding his hand out for my dad to shake.

clearly shocked by tom’s politeness, my father’s eyes widen, hand reaching outwards and briefly shaking tom’s, before sitting back in his seat.

“ted.” my dad states simply, taking a sip of his wine before continuing. “great to see my daughter has brought home a man with manners, good on you, tom.”

i send my father a glare from across the table, tom smiling weakly in response, his eyes falling to the food in front of him.

“this looks amazing, thank you so much.” tom says, looking upwards as my parents mutter a small thanks, a brief silence looming over us. i turn to tom, seeing that same playful look on his face, much more prominent this time. i quickly shake my head, putting whatever thoughts that are in his mind at bay, shutting them down before he can even consider acting on them. one hand grasping his fork, he digs it into the food on his plate, the other trailing downwards ever so slowly, reaching the hem of my summer dress.

my eyes widen, unsure of how to act, my hand instinctively reacting to move tom’s away, yet i am soon stopped by the voice of my father. tom doesn’t slow his movements, instead they become more calculated, his hand snaking further and further up my dress. somehow, he acts nonchalant, facing away from me, eyes attentively looking at my father as he speaks.

“so tom, what is it that you do exactly?” my father asks, placing a mouthful of food in his mouth after speaking.

tom clears his throat, his fingers dipping teasingly into my panties under the tablecloth, my eyes widening as i attempt to act natural, tom able to do so with ease. “i’m in a band, i’m the guitarist.” he states, fingers continuing to toy with the lace material, dipping further inwards ever so slightly, causing me to fidget in my seat, attempting to hide what is going on.

“goodness can you sit still? i’ve never seen you shuffle in your seat so much!” my mother laughs, shaking her head and focusing her eyes on me. tom seems to find this particularly funny, his lips curving into a satisfied grin, knowing exactly why i am so squeamish, him being the reason, my parents totally unaware of the position his fingers are in. he lets out a small chuckle beside me, shaking my head as my mother did, faking a look of concern.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice seeming a little worried, though the second i turn to face him, i can see the glint of mischief in his eyes as he knows exactly what he is doing, roping my parents in as they buy his concern.

just as i begin to reply, he slips one finger into my folds, a small gasp leaving my lips. my mother furrows her eyebrows, looking directly at me, clearly confused at my weird behaviour. my hand flies to cover my mouth, also in an attempt to disguise the light shade of crimson that my cheeks are turning, completely humiliated. though i manage to play the suspicious sound off as a hiccup, quietly excusing myself afterwards. “i’m fine, just a little warm.”

the entire thing is hilarious to tom, his lips curved into a smile so small it is almost unnoticeable, never fading as he engages in conversation with my father, his fingers continuing their restrained movements inside my panties, positioning themselves to toy with my clit.

“this band, is it really a sustainable career for you? how much do you earn? surely, it can’t be much.” my father states, unimpressed by tom’s job, failing to realise how successful he actually is.

tom laughs quietly, taking a breath inwards, discreetly slipping a finger inside of me, my teeth sinking into my tongue, clamping down onto it in an attempt to hide the moans dangerously close to spilling from my lips, his finger moving in and out of me at a teasingly slow pace. besides from this, he remains calm, too calm, considering that he is pleasuring me under the table - my parents totally unaware as tom somehow manages to win them over, this only pissing me off even more.

“no sir, i actually do pretty well for myself. we are quite well known, not just in germany, but we often do shows in america and other places. i make a great living out of it, actually.” tom is confident in his tone without being cocky, my father nodding slowly, seemingly satisfied with his response. he opens his mouth once again, about to ask tom another question, though when tom’s finger hits a certain spot inside me, a small whine from the back of my throat quickly stops him.

“are you okay? what is going on with you tonight honey?” my mom frowns, somehow not catching onto what is happening. tom remains unfazed, still pumping his digit in and out of me slowly.

“sorry, i’m just feeling a little under the weather. i must be coming down with something.” i apologise, forcing a brief smile as my mother nods her head, digging her fork back into the food whilst my father continues to interrogate tom.

“and how long is it the two of you have been dating?” he asks, his finger flicking between tom and i, though his question is directed mainly at tom.

“what is it now? two months, am i wrong schatz?” tom asks, knowing how long we have been dating without any doubt in his mind, though he deliberately places this attention on me, looking at me with that same smirk as my father’s eyes soon follow.

tom’s fingers pump in and out of me, his pace speeding up a little, my thighs clenching together at the feeling. sending him a quick glare, i clear my throat, trying to act as unsuspecting as possible. “yeah, two months, that’s right.” i say, nodding my head quickly, desperate to turn the attention away from myself, though it doesn’t take long for me to fail miserably.

“you look awfully warm, you’re sweating honey. do you need to step outside, maybe get some fresh air?” my mom says, tom’s fingers slipping out of me as she utters those words, my lips pursing slightly at the lack of contact. i turn to him momentarily as he sends a brief wink in my direction before taking a bite of his food, looking away from me as if nothing had happened.

“yeah, that’s a good idea. i’ll be right back. sorry.”

i quickly stand up, shaking my head and rushing out of the room, sighing in relief when i open the bathroom door, quickly closing it behind me.

i take a look in the mirror - my cheeks flushed, hair slightly frizzy, faint line of sweat glistening on my forehead, all thanks to the smug bastard back there. my hands turn the tap, cold water rushing out of it as i use it to begin splashing my face, attempting to regulate my body temperature, tom managing to get it so high with his actions.

the door swiftly moves open, my head shooting upward as i am met with tom’s eyes, his expression somewhat calm despite what he had just done.

“are you fucking serious? the fuck was that?” i hiss, hitting his chest in anger, my face falling in disbelief when all he does is chuckle at my temper, clearly failing to understand how mad i am at him in this moment.

instead, he hushes me, muttering out a small ‘be quiet’ before pushing my body harshly against the wall, his lips roughly colliding with mine moments after. his hands find my waist, running up and down soothingly, kissing my lips deeply, his desperation communicated through the hunger of his kisses. despite my anger, i quickly kiss back, my hands reaching upward to his face, pulling him closer to me, my fingers raking through his braids, momentarily running over the soft fabric of his black bandana.

“i don’t know why you’re acting so pissed off.” he whispers against my lips between kisses, becoming more rough with his movements. “you act like you’re angry, but you didn’t tell me to stop, did you? why?”

i stay silent, attempting to ignore his question, instead pushing his face even closer to mine, deepening the kiss and slipping my tongue into his mouth.

“i can tell you why.” he states matter of factly, pressing his body against mine, his hard on prominent through his jeans. “you didn’t want me to. you liked me touching you, even though your parents were right there, didn’t you, hm?”

i whine lowly in response, palming him through his jeans, watching the way his mouth falls open slightly, an almost inaudible groan escaping from it. i can sense his desperation, hell, it was clear the second he gave me that look in the living room, and it had failed to go away for the entirety of the evening. if i weren’t equally as needy, i would be scolding him, calling him out for his stupidity, though i am just as reckless as him, bringing him closer into me as i kiss his lips, moaning into it.

“we gotta be quick baby, okay?” he mumbles against me, his hands moving downwards to hoist me upwards, placing me roughly on the bathroom counter, clearly paying little attention as a few things fall onto the floor with a quiet thud. i hit his chest, pulling away momentarily, though he doesn’t seem to care, shrugging his shoulders and moving his hands underneath my dress to tug my panties off.

he lets them pool at my feet, hurriedly undoing the buckle on his belt, letting his own jeans fall to the floor, not even bothering to fully remove them. his boxers follow as he lifts up my dress, separating my legs apart and moving in between them, eyes lustfully staring into my own.

“you gonna be quiet, yeah?” he whispers, forehead against mine as i quickly nod my head, feet hooking around his hips in an attempt to bring him inside me faster. he strokes himself a few times, positioning himself at my entrance.

his lips collide with mine as he slowly slides inwards, muffling the low noises that spill from them, instead silencing my small whines with his tongue, slipping it into my mouth whilst his cock slides further into me. about halfway in, he stops, sensing the way my eyebrows furrow in discomfort, unable to accustom to his size so quickly, the lack of time we have leaving me a little unprepared.

“c’mon baby, take it. you can take it. just like that, doing so good.” he praises, grabbing my hips, angling them slightly differently, the change in position allowing him to push into me inch by inch, my walls clenching around him.

“fuck- you’re so tight, always so good for me.” he mutters, face burying itself into the crook of my neck, planting slow and soft kisses there, his hips beginning to rock back and forth once he senses that i am comfortable, the pain finally subsiding. his kisses become firmer, teeth occasionally nibbling downwards on the skin, leaving purple-ish marks in place of his lips, though i am too dazed to care, focusing on the way he dick slips in and out of me, tip prodding against my g-spot.

he pulls his head out of my shoulder, his hands removing their firm grip on my hips as he rests his forehead against mine, hands coming to either side of my face. his eyes burn into mine, though he sees a lot more clearly - my own rolling to the back of my head every few seconds, clenching around him when the pleasure becomes a little too much. though from the brief moments my eyes stay open and i am able to study his face, the sight is almost enough to make me cum on the spot.

his eyes are half-lidded, consumed by the hazy need for pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as a few wrinkles form on his forehead when they knit together. his lips are slightly parted, falling open further when his dick would hit a certain spot inside of me, small yet almost audible grunts sounding from the back of his throat.

a loud moan emits from my lips unexpectedly, tom hurrying to press his lips to mine, slightly covering up the sound. he pulls back soon after, his hands returning to my hips, using them to maintain the steady thrusts that i can tell are becoming harder for him to continue, the way his dick twitches inside of me letting me know that he is almost there.

“shhhh.” he coos, admiring the way my face twists in pleasure, knowing that he is completely responsible, nobody else able to have this effect on me. “almost there baby, so close.”

i nod weakly in response, attempting to meet his thrusts, grinding myself against him half-heartedly, this clearly having some effect on him as he throws his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from spilling out.

“shit, yeah. like that baby, keep going.” his voice is shaky, on the verge of letting out a moan, i can tell from the way he swallows harshly, hips faltering momentarily. i comply with his words, continuing to move my own hips at the same speed of his, pushing us both to our climax, though tom continues to do most of the work, his pointer finger reaching downwards to rub my clit in soft, slow circles.

“c’mon schatz, can’t hold it anymore. cum with me, mhm?” he groans, lips inches away from the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into it harshly to prevent the loud groan that begins to sound throughout the bathroom as i feel him shoot his cum into me.

his thrusts remain slow and deep, fucking his cum into me as i reach my climax, eyes rolling to the back of my head, lips squeezing shut. he places one hand firmly over my mouth, hushing the restricted moan that sounds from it, his hips eventually slowing to a smooth stop.

he pulls out of me as i hiss at the loss of contact, a small ‘sorry’ spilling from his lips. my body falls forward, totally exhausted, chest heaving up and down as he pulls his jeans back up, wrapping his belt through the loops, bringing his lips to mine quickly.

“you okay?” he checks, running a gentle hand across my cheek, smiling gently once i nod my head. he bends down, sliding my panties back up and over my hips, pulling my dress downwards so that it covers my thighs.

sensing that i am still slightly weak, he picks me up, helping me down from the countertop, my legs buckling a little. it doesn’t take long for me to come to my senses, wondering how tom and i were going to return to the table. we couldn’t go back together without looking totally suspicious, my mind racing to find ways to avoid the utter humiliation that would come if my parents found out what had just happened.

“how the fuck are we gonna go back?” i sigh, running my hands through my hair, visibly stressed out. “how did you manage to leave, what did you say to them?”

he shrugs, hands loosely resting on my hips, evidently nowhere near as concerned as i am “just said i needed to use the bathroom.”

“okay…” i trail off, playing with the material of his jacket as i think, certain that if we are absent for much longer, my parents will begin to grow suspicious regardless of if we return together or not. “i’ll go first. wait a couple minutes then come back, okay?”

he smiles at my serious tone, stifling a laugh as i tilt my head, looking at him in annoyance.

“okay, okay. i got it, a couple minutes.” he laughs, placing a soft kiss on my lips, letting go of my hips once i nod my head, turning away from him to quickly check my appearance, surprised that i only have to smooth my hair, fingers threading through a few small knots.

“act casual. and get that stupid smirk off your face, i can’t believe you convinced me to do this.” i sigh, wiping the lipstick that had smudged onto my face, eyeing tom’s expression as all he can do is keep that same smug smile upon it, clearly not regretting any of it. my hand reaches for the door handle, about to tug it open, not before tom pulls me back, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“don’t be mad at me. i love you.” he pouts, pecking my lips a few times, his eyes soft as they look into mine, attempting to win me over, with some success much to his surprise. i shake my head, smiling warmly at him, mumbling a small ‘love you too’, before heading out of the door, making sure not to close it behind me, reminding myself that my parents think i have been outside.

i enter the dining room, my mom’s face lighting up once she sees me. “you feeling any better?” she asks, beckoning me back over to the table as i take my seat.

“much better. where’s tom?” i ask innocently, furrowing my eyebrows in forged confusion, determined to keep our acts a secret, acting as if he wasn’t inside me literally two minutes ago.

“he said he needed to use the bathroom. he should be back soon.” my mom replies, sipping from her glass afterwards, a wave of relief spreading over me as i realise that she is completely oblivious, as is my father, who finishes the food on his place absent-mindedly.

“a nice boy you’ve got yourself honey.” my mother says out of the blue, a genuine smile on her face. my eyebrows raise in surprise, her sudden approval unexpected, but the way my father nods his head in agreement throws me off completely; slightly suspicious of how fast they have warmed up to him, knowing my parents to be extremely standoffish.

“really?” my voice is uncertain, a small laugh leaving my mom’s lips at this.

“why so shocked?” she says, my eyes drifting towards the entrance to the dining room, seeing tom walk through it. he shoots me a quick wink, moving past me as my mother spots him, her face lighting up.

“tom! we were just talking about you!” she smiles, watching as he takes his seat, an intrigued look on his face as he ushers her to continue, giving my thigh a quick squeeze from under the table.

“i was just saying how much you suit her.” my mom begins, shooting me a quick grin, turning her attention back to tom. “i’m so happy she’s found someone like you tom. so polite and put together, i admire it, really. very unusual for boys your age. i’ve never met anyone as mature.”

i stifle a laugh at her words, looking downwards into my lap, finding her obliviousness amusing, wondering how she would react if she ever found out what had just happened, using such positive words to describe him, completely unaware of the fact that minutes ago, he had been the complete opposite of all of them. my eyes shoot upwards in his direction, seeing his lips curved into a smile, soaking in all of the positive attention, using it to fuel his ego, clearly proud of how he has managed to pull this whole thing off, winning over my parents in the process an added bonus.

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“thank you so much for having me. it was great to meet you.” tom repeats, smiling widely as we say our final goodbyes, my parents waving us off as they close the door, tom and i walking down the driveway, hand in hand.

“i can’t believe you won them over so easily. that’s literally never happened before. every time my sisters have brought a boyfriend over, they literally hated him. one time my dad made my sister break up with a guy, in front of everyone.” i laugh, never witnessing my parents be so fond of a guy before, not expecting them to welcome someone like tom with open arms, usually approving of boys who were nothing like him.

“told you i’d surprise you.” he grins, that infamous smug smirk tugging on his lips once again, his hand squeezing mine as he looks downwards at me. i can tell that he will be smug about this for a while, this night being something he will bring up for the rest of our relationship, soaking up his own pride. he pauses, tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he opens the car door, climbing into it as i follow. “and, i love your parents house…

especially the bathroom.”

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New Year's Traditions.

In New Year, you have your traditions in order to assure a good year. You eat 12 grapes, and then watch the fireworks with your loved ones. Aemond might start his own traditions, in his own way.

✧Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, AFAB reader, P in V, exhibisionsm, praising kink, slight breeding kink, soft sex. ✧Word Count: 4008 ✧Author's note: hehe my first tumblr fanfic post lol, I KNOW that new year passed, but this idea came to me at 2 am after seeing the fireworks. enjoy!! ✧AO3 link: here

Aemond and you have shared many moments together. Birthdays, anniversaries, and one of your favourites was new year

It was a silly reason, to celebrate another day marked as the beginning of a new year, yet you liked how it meant a simple thing; starting a new year of your life with Aemond. And you liked that.

As Aemond hated going to his family’s mansion for these holidays, you remained in your apartment, cosy as ever and only you two. You, Aemond and Vhagar, is an old grumpy lady cat, that he adored more than everything, more than even you, you suspect sometimes.

And you didn’t even do such a produced food this year, you ate some pretty good lasagna, with a second dish with shrimps and salad. It was nice, and it certainly was more like a fancy dinner between you two. Aemond loved to spoil you in any way he could, so every whim or idea you could have, he would make it reality.

“Eating grapes is so stupid” Aemond says, as you pick out the grapes to leave it on a grape carefully.

“Stupid or not, I like grapes” You state leaving the plate on the table in front of the TV. “And you are gonna eat them as well”

“I am not” Aemond states, crossing his arms as he smirks. He was so amused by seeing you like this, worried about stupid little traditions that made no sense.

“Yes, you are. You have to eat one each time that stupid clock that you bought chimes” you say pointing at the stupid clock that he brought one day, out of nowhere, saying it was a relic from old Valyria, with little dragons details on the wood, a stupid grandfather’s clock that stood at the side of the couch, that chimes in each hour.

At first, at night it kept you awake, and the sound was so deep, you jumped each time. So did Vhagar, annoyed by being awakened. Even at sex, when Aemond was so deep, readjusting your guts in the best of ways, his cock hitting so wonderfully inside you, and his sweet praises whispered in your ear… and the stupid clock chimes. You hated it.

“If you miss it, and do not get to eat all twelve on time, you’d have a year of bad luck” You state, wrinkling your nose teasingly. “And you can make a wish for each month”

“If it makes you happy…” He sighs, sitting on the couch, where Vhagar jumps quickly on his lap to lay there, always before you could cuddle up to him. She did it on purpose, and Aemond allowed his two girls, as he called you both, to fight over him and his attention and affections.

“Come on, I always have done it. It is a tradition.” You say with a thoughtful nod, as you sit beside him. “And see where it ended… I am your girlfriend, and we have been together for two years now… You don’t want this one to be the last?” You ask dramatically, and he rolls his eyes as he leans his head back, but he chuckles amused.

“I have until midnight to think” He mumbles amused, moving his hand to caress your thigh sweetly.

He has chosen the dress. He didn’t believe in the new year being something special, but if it was an opportunity to make you dress nicely, he’d take it in a heartbeat. He had his own taste when it came to your clothes, Aemond liked seeing you in special, tight dresses that made you stand out wherever you went. To brag that you were his, and he always took the time to braid your hair in the style of his ancestors, and he was meticulous about it.

“Then you have until midnight to leave the apartment” You say in your best teasing tone, smiling smugly to him and his lips almost make a little pout.

“Don’t be like that” He says rubbing your thigh as he moves his head closer to you, still leaning on the back of the couch “At least you could grant me a goodbye sex?” He tries to plead using his best puppy eyes for teasing.

“Absolutely no” You state laughing at your little back and forth.

Aemond was often perceived as quiet and a bit cold, at least you did the first time you met him. Little words came naturally from him, his answers were brief words and that was it. But he grew warmer as you two grew together, and he enjoyed teasing a bit too much, it amused him to no end. He just loved your reactions, and how you fought back, it was all worth it.

He loved how you had a enmity with Vhagar, seeing who could get more affection from him, and who would he choose, sometimes he chose the cat on purpose just to get a raise out of you. He’d laugh every time, and make it up to you by eating you out like he was a starved man.

“I’ll eat the damn grapes” He mumbles smirking. “I feel like Persephone being forced to eat the pomegranate..”

“I am no Hades” You say mumbling.

“Mhm. I suppose if I eat only six of them I could live freely in the spring and summer without you?” He teases, totally amused.

“Careful. Too many jokes of leaving can break a girl’s heart”

“I’d never break your heart” He mumbles going to hiss your chin and then your lips, almost too lazily for him. He does it gently, showing him the little pecks of his affection in your chin and lips. Aemond looks at you tenderly, as he speaks softly. You can hear the sound of the programmated count back for new year on the tv, but you look at him kissing you. “I’ll eat the grapes for you”

“Like Adam ate the apple for Eve?” You inquire, amused.

“Yes. I’ll follow you out of Eden once they expel us” He murmurs smiling, still his face close to yours, you could feel his soft breath, calm and it smells like the wine you two tasted earlier. His hand returns to rub your thigh softly, as he looks at your face as if wanting to remember each part of it, his eye moving to your tender eyes to your lips, and he has a little smile curling on his lips, involuntary, you can notice.

“I’ll fetch the champagne” You murmur, breaking his gaze, standing up and walking to the kitchen. He hums, and sits back correctly.

Once you are back, with two glasses and the bottle, he is caressing Vhagar’s back and moving his hand to pat slightly her bottom, which she appreciates a lot.

“Stop spanking that ugly cat” You grumble leaving the two cups on the table in front of him.

“Jealous?”

“No” You say looking at the hour. 23:57. Close enough. “Are you sure that we could see the fireworks through the balcony?”

“Yes. Mother said the apartment had a nice view to the Blackwater bay just nicely. We’ll watch all the fireworks from the safety and comfort of our balcony.”

You hum, nodding a bit. “I love fireworks” You say excitedly, and Vhagar meow. “Vhagar likes them too”

“Vhagar can barely see” Aemond says in a laugh, “I’d be surprised if actually makes it to the balcony”

“You are being mean” You giggle caressing Vhagar’s furr, which she appreciates but gives you a stern look.

“Give me a kiss before the year ends” Aemond urges looking at the clock, 23:58.

“I thought you didn’t believed in-”

“Shut up and kiss me” He repeats, and before you respond, he leans to kiss you, moving you closer to him. Vhagar grumbles and gets off his lap, but Aemond doesn’t even notice.

He kisses you deeply, moving his lips against your just for a bit, just enjoying the simpleness of a kiss. He doesn’t press it further, and his lips are tender against yours, soft and gentle, when he wants. His hand presses on your chin, and he swallows the slow hum that you give him. He smiles in the kiss, knowing that it couldn’t take all minutes, even if he wanted. Because you had your silly traditions, and if they made you happy…

“See? With one minute left” He says smugly.

“How considerate is my boyfriend” You say standing up to extend him his bowl of grapes. “One each-”

“Yes” He says, groaning as he stands up. He smiles as he sees you so excited for this silly thing, eating grapes for a new year. He looks at his bowl and he has an amused smile, the things he does for love…

As the new year strikes, the awful clock sounds for a bit, and he leans to steal a kiss from you. “Happy new year” He mumbles.

“Happy new year” You murmur as you kiss.

After the chimes. He does as requested, just for you. He eats the grapes as the clock strikes twelve times at midnight. He has to laugh at your commitment, as the sound of people in other apartments can be heard, and you look at him smiling as you eat the twelve grapes. He does it for you, no doubt in it, just to see you smile as he eats the grapes. What he wouldn’t do for you, after all?

“See?” You say now, grapes finished just in time, and he rolls his eyes amused as he grabs Vhagar from the ground to caress her chin. You go to hug him, and mumble “Happy new year”

Vhagar meows, and Aemond laughs “See? She says happy new year too”

“That is so silly” You say with a giggle, and you lean to kiss him sweetly, more properly this time, as you hug him. He has one hand on the small of your back, while the other still holds Vhagar.

A little family of three, you always say, proud of being with him. He was always equally proud of you, always pampering you with love and gifts, no matter how tired he could be each day, he always came to be with you and be the doting boyfriend he always is.

“Now, shall we see the fireworks you were so eager for, hm?” He asks, smirking as your faces are close. “My sweet girl” He says softly, his adoring gaze looking at her.

You smile, and your cheeks blush a bit. He never manages to miss the chance to make you all flustered for him.

“Yeah, let’s go” You say, giving him a sweet peck on the lips, as he leaves Vhagar on the couch.

You slide the door open for the balcony, and you can hear the loud cheers from people around, you have a nice view to Blackwater Bay, a bit far enough to see the fireworks from a nice view, and everything is already dark so the main focus was the fireworks.

Aemond lays on the balcony by your side, looking at the ground for a bit, and smirking. “I think they are about to start, do you have one of your silly traditions for fireworks too?”

“Oh, fuck off” You say pushing him a bit, and he laughs.

“It’s chilly” He comments a bit, and looks over at you in your dress “I’ll bring our jackets” He says going back to the apartment, and you remain there, looking at how the people in the streets were also expecting the pyrotechnic show.

Aemond was right, it was a bit cold. But again, he likes to dress you up in pretty dresses. He often jokes how you are his ‘perfect doll’ and how he loves to show you off in the best makeup, dresses and hairstyles. He was just proud of it, that you allowed him to.

“Aemond, it is starting!” You say loudly so he can hurry up, since he always takes too long for everything.

The first fireworks start, the red explosion illuminates the darkness of the city, and you look in amazement, as a more yellow one follows. People cheer, also excited for the colours, and you hear Aemond closing the sliding door of the balcony.

“Here” He says, extending the jacket to you as he pushes Vhagar inside of the apartment.

You thank him as you quickly put on the jacket, now looking at the purple ones exploding in a soft motion.

“Don’t you think it is pretty?” You say to Aemond “The purple ones are better, but they don’t illuminate as good as the– Oh”

Aemond passes his arms over your waist, hugging you from behind, and his chin is quickly pressed against your left shoulder as he snuggles into you.

“Very pretty” He murmurs.

“I mean the view” You say embarrassed.

“Not as pretty as you” He adds smiling.

He leans to kiss your lips, and you chuckle in his lips, as you hear more explosions from the fireworks go off, and you just know what comes next. Aemond wasn’t really subtle when he wanted you; when he wanted to devour you wholly, and now it wasn’t the exception. He did it on purpose, so you always know how much you entice him.

“Aemond, the fireworks..” You whine as he keeps insisting on kissing you. “It is only one time a year-”

“I know” He says, resigning and leaving you alone, as you leave a small kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

The light blue explosions were quite nice, and combined with the purple ones did a pretty sight. Some minutes pass as you feel Aemond starting to kiss you neck again, slowly, but with more intention now, he wanted you and he was letting you know.

“Love-” You get interrupted by him.

“Watch your fireworks” He instructs you, moving his hands to your thighs, and he is quick to move them up as he speaks slowly to you. He moves his body a bit back, to watch yours as he does whatever he wants with you. “I’ll do my thing here…”

“We can surely do it once the show is over”

“I am afraid I cannot bear any longer. You eat grapes to celebrate a new turn in the sun, and I might start a new tradition for the new year.” He tells you, and moves your head to watch the fireworks.

He moves his hands up, so your dress is all the way up, and accumulating in your waist, as he hums in delight. He moves your jacket to rest in your waist, anytime it could fall again. It was quick, but Aemond wanted you like he never did before.

“Anyone could see us” You say, the red firework exploding and you see the people in the street, below and so unaware of this.

“Then let them see my pretty girl celebrating a new year” He murmurs, not caring about that. “Mmm… Red underwear. Is that another sweet tradition of yours? I think that one I might like” He teases kissing your shoulder as he pulls your underwear off.

You feel aroused, from his sweet words and slightly more because of the embarrassment of this. Being fucked in your balcony, as the fireworks exploded in front of you, and the people around celebrated another year. As always, Aemond had to do everything in his own way, celebrating in his own way.

Hearing him undo his belt does it for you, the arousal makes your belly flutter, and you try to look back at him, but each time he pushes your head forward; watch the fireworks, it is his order.

Your hands grip a bit on the balcony railing, as you lean a bit forward, as if presenting you to him. His hands quickly go to your hips, and he leans closer to press a kiss on your neck, soft, wet kisses making their way to your jaw.

“You are so divine like this, my sweet loving girl” He praises you slightly, his hands rubbing in circles on your hips for a few moments, you can feel his cock pressed on the curvature of your ass, and you whimper a bit impatient now. “So pretty, fuck, and all mine”

The mere thought of that drives him insane. His hand moves upfront, and he quickly finds his way to your pussy, aching and longing for him. You moan impatiently as you push your own throbbing core to his hand and fingers, and he chuckles a bit, without breath as the mere action aroused him to no end.

“I’ll make you really wet and nice for me” He tells you, always so eloquent at the time of having sex. “You know my goals for this year? Make you my sweet wife…” He admits, moving his hand to your lower abdomen, pushing the dress to be a bit higher on your waist. He presses his hand there, his palm giving your cold body some heat. His fingers find your clit, and press against it so softly, giving you just the right stimulation to make you moan “And I’ll give you my baby, so your belly swells so full and nicely. Yeah, I’ll make you a mother… And then again, and again…” He starts rambling off a bit, his own lust talks for him, and you have to moan at these words.

The mere thought of it makes your pussy clench in need, and you have to bite your lower lip because of it. Your head cannot properly focus on the pyrotechnic show ahead, but only in his words. You shoulder tense, and your head falls a bit as the lust is too much. You want, you need him inside.

“Yeah, please, please…” You whine for him, wanting to get the clue and just fuck you, right there.

“Let’s see, are you properly wet?” He says in his best smugly tone, and you know that tone. He wants to tease you.

Even if you cannot see him, the wet sounds give him away. He is fisting himself, at the sight of you, leaned in the balcony railing all at his mercy as the lights of the fireworks illuminate your figure, and while he inspects you, his fingers around your entrance to check how really wet you are. He takes the note, that if he wants to fuck you along with the pyrotechnic show, the moment was now.

He moves your legs to be apart, cursing in a low tone, as he takes your hips to accommodate you at his taste, and you have to shush your own moan once you feel the tip of his cock moving between your legs, all the way to your entrance.

He pushes in, firmly and decided, yet still slow at first, as he always did. You assume that he takes his time, wanting to feel you opening at his length and he always groans lowly as if it was the best thing ever.

You whimper, his cock as always moving inch by inch, slowly as if he wanted your walls to remember his shape, his hardness, every vein and how he throbs for you.

“First time of the year, huh?” He cannot help but tease a bit, as his forehead was resting against your shoulder, and he looked how the sight of his cock disappeared as he pushed all the way in, and your ass against his crotch never fails to make him moan. “Fuck..”

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he moves the other one to caress your hip, as you moan impatiently for him to move.

“Focus on the fireworks” He insists, his tone shaky, and you both know that no one here cares for the damn fireworks right now.

He starts thrusting, slow at first, making you close your eyes in delight, and your breath is catching midway in your throat from how good it feels. He as well feels in pure delight, you always took him so well, you always were so tight that it made him fantasise about you always.

“Just like that, baby” He says, increasing his thrusts, moving your hips to meet his pounding, and you start mewling, and it only seems to encourage him to move faster. His other hand finds the way to your hair, grabbing it to make your head look forward. “You wanted so badly to watch it, and now you don’t even care? Tsk, tsk…”

You can hear the amusement of his tone, how he loves being the responsible of this, of making you melt under his touch, and thanks to his cock.

Entering you over and over, was probably the best way to start the year, and he marks this tradition as his own now, seeing the fireworks as he fuck you against the balcony railing. The idea pushes him into arousal even further, his forehead leaning on your shoulder again, and it makes so easy to hear his lascive sounds, his soft grunts as he keeps pushing your body to meet his, and wanting to make a mess out of you.

“Fuck!” There, he thinks smirking to himself, so buried into you, and he pushes away without any mercy. You let another mewl, lascive and filthy, driving him insane. “Aemond, fuck…” You moan, his cock deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot, and fitting so good inside you would never keep you quiet.

You can see from the edge of you eyes the neighbors below, also in the balcony, but they were drinking champagne and unaware of how their upstairs neighbors were fucking like animals in the middle of the firework show.

“Are you close, sweet thing?” He asks kissing and nibbling below your ear, right where your jaw started. “Are you gonna cum– Gonna soak my cock, like the good girl you are?”

“Yes” You say breathing forcefully, letting out an exhale that feels more like a sob, and you nod frantically. His hand loose from your hand, and moves down to play, once again, with your pearl.

At that, you have to move one of your own hands to your mouth not to shout in ectasis, as he does just the right thing. His cock deep inside you, thrusting and pounding into you, precum all over your walls, you are sure, and his fingers doing circles and rubbing your clitoris in the best way possible.

It is no one’s surprise when you cum with a choked moan, your eyes closed as Aemond feels your walls clenching around you as your orgasm hits you. You don’t even seem to notice how the show keeps going, the palmer lake fireworks right in front of you, and you are too busy soaking his cock to notice.

He doesn’t last longer either, the sight and the feeling of you cumming around him, is enough to make him bury himself deep into you, and let out a moan as he fills you, his arm wrapped around you keeping you still so you don’t move as he cums inside you.

You both are out of breath, and you are too exhausted from the orgasm that hit you.

“Look” He murmurs, and you let out a little sound, not in the mood for his teasing. “Not, really, look; your favourites, the palmer ones..” He says pointing at them.

You look at the fireworks, explode so gracefully and then fall faintly. You chuckle a bit, as he hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek adoringly and tenderly.

“I love you” You say softly.

“I love you too” He says, as he pulls out, letting you enjoy the rest of the show.

He pulls your dress down, and makes sure your jacket can warm you after all, and you thank him. He also fixes himself, and he takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead at the last, and more prettier fireworks are in the sky.

“I think that next year, you could ride me” He teases and you have to laugh at that.

“I’ll do” you promise, curling in his hug and watching the sky full of colours.

It seems like a great year, already.

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444rockstargf · 22 days

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courtesy to @kappasbbgirl

"an angel looking to get fucked hard." | jack thurlow

gods & monsters. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: the deep wounds of a fight have the chance to be healed by a good choice of attire.

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x jack

word count: 1.9k

contents: jack being an asshole (only for a little), teasing, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, implied aftercare

“i can’t believe you.” your voice was shaky and broke halfway as tears began streaming down your face. “on the one day of the year that should mean something to you, you spend it getting wasted at the bar!” jack rolled his eyes, his tongue glued to the corner of his mouth. “give me a fuckin’ break, angel. if i’d known you were going to throw a hissy fit over a goddamn anniversary, i wouldn’t have even come back!”

you hastily wiped your tears with the back of your hand, spinning around and storming up the stairs. “you can be a real dick, y’know that?” his eyes flickered with the rage that he desperately tried to suppress. he bolted up the stairs behind you, pinning you to the nearest wall as he stared daggers at you. you squirmed out of his grip, looking away from his gaze. “you’re the worst guy in the world…”

he grabbed you by your wrist, using his other hand to hold your jaw as he brought his face unsettlingly close to yours. “i’m a good person, you hear me you fucking brat? and i hope you don’t expect me to just take this bullshit from you.” he shoved you away from him with more force than intended. you looked at him, your eyes glazing with hurt and anger as he turned away from you. halfway down the stairs, he spoke once more. “i’m going out. don’t wait up for me and have dinner ready by the time i get back.”

he grabbed his coat and his car keys, walking out the door without another word and slamming it shut behind him. you stood there, body trembling as your fists clenched at your sides. you didn’t think it was too much to ask him to remember something as simple as an anniversary. all you’d wanted was a card or something. even a simple kiss on the cheek would do. but you should’ve known better than expecting the bare minimum from jack thurlow. but you were going to prepare dinner for him. it was your duty after all.

after an hour of tirelessly working in the kitchen, you looked out the window and saw jack’s black car pulling into the driveway, contrasting against the vibrant sunset in the background. you quickly straightened up your apron, hiding whatever it was that you were wearing underneath as you heard him barge in through the door. “i’m home.” his voice was just over a mumble.

he peeked his head into the living room, seeing no sign of you. “in here!” your voice called from the kitchen. he muttered a few words under his breath as he trudged over to the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks as soon as he saw you. you were on your knees, bent into the oven as you slowly pulled out a hot tray of lasagna, your apron getting in the way of the main attraction. but you’d already caught his eye just as planned.

you set the dish on the counter, grabbing a plate for him. “dinner’s ready. just like you asked.” jack seemed stunned that you’d bothered obeying his command after how he had treated you, feeling a small pang of guilt in his chest. he nodded. “thanks.” he said as he made his way to the dining table, sitting down in his usual seat.

you quickly whipped off your apron, smoothening out the short, translucent sun dress that you had put on. you walked in holding a perfectly prepared plate of lasagna, garnished with a sprig of basil. you set the plate in front of him, his eyes shooting in your direction and immediately taking him by surprise. as you handed him his fork, you purposefully fumbled it and dropped it on the ground. “oops, silly me.” you smiled sweetly, bending over to pick it up. jack’s breath instantly went heavy as your hips pressed into his arm, the thin fabric riding up your body just enough to give him a taste of what he was missing.

you could feel his eyes boring into your ass as you teasingly came back up, setting the fork on the table without even bothering to rinse it off. you were still angry, but you felt a sense of triumph as you saw the glistening drool nearly falling down his lip. he shook his head, taking a deep and shaky breath. in a much softer voice that dripped with guilt, he spoke. “l-look, angel. can we ta-” but you were already back in the kitchen, scrubbing away at all the dishes in the sink.

jack sighed deeply, his appetite vanishing in an instant. he peeked over at you, listening to the sound of you humming and feeling his gut wrench at the way your hips swayed ever so slightly. undeniable guilt was coursing through his veins at this point. while he was out, he’d concluded that he needed to apologize for never acknowledging the little things that you appreciated so much. and the fact that you still got all dolled up and cooked for him after that, it sickened him to his core.

he pushed his seat away from the table, quietly making his way over to you with his hands shoved in his pocket and his head angled downward, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and watching as you washed the dishes. even while doing the most mundane chores, you looked so divine. like an angel who’d come down to save jack from his sins. or a succubus that had come to make all his lustful fantasies come true. it was an illusion that often had him losing sleep at night.

with he deep breath, he walked up behind you and pressed his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “...i’m so sorry, baby…” you could fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as his toned biceps pressed against your tits. “oh really? but i thought that you were never wrong?”

he tightened his grip around your waist, his lips kissing your neck softly. “i’m a fuckin’ idiot for being so mean to you. i didn’t mean to forget our anniversary. i-i’ve just been so stressed with work and all and…” he swallowed hard, rubbing slow circles onto your waist with his thumbs. “i’m just so goddamn sorry, baby.” you smiled, turning off the faucet and spinning around to face him.

he leered down at you, his remorseful gaze flickering with something much more explicit. the purposefully small sundress sagged on your body just a little, as if it was begging to come off. he smiled a little as he began to feel tightness in his jeans. “what if i made it up to you right here, angel? would that make you happy?” you had to stop yourself from jumping with joy. no matter how much of an alien jack seemed like sometimes, he was still a man. and men were well known for having a common weakness.

though you were aware of what he was insinuating, you fluttered your eyelashes, trailing a hand down his chest which was clothed in a dark blue sweater. “how..?” he grinned, hands trailing down to your ass as he picked you up, connecting his lips with yours in a needy kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, jack setting you down on the counter as a deep moan escaped from his lips and entered yours.

his hands immediately traveled to the thin string that held the sundress together. “i’ve been wanting to take this thing off all night…” he looked up at you, his frosty eyes seeming to be begging for permission. when you nodded, he frantically undid the neat bow, tossing it to the side and wasting no time taking off the dress.

his eyes darted to your tits first, his pants growing tighter by the second. he cupped your breasts, taking one of your erect buds into his mouth and swirling circles on it with his tongue as he kneaded the other one between his fingers. you bit your lip and whimpered softly as he stimulated you.

through his jeans, you felt his cock mimicking the patterns of a heartbeat. here he was, pleasuring you before even thinking of himself. you reached your hands to his belt, unbuckling it and letting the metal clang to the ground. his pants slipped down his knees with ease, his cock springing up and slapping him on the stomach.

he pulled away from your nipples, smiling drunkenly at you. “you see how hard you get me, baby..?” your eyes widened with amusement as it began to drip with precum just from the sight of you. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, desperate groans making his chest rise and fall. jack lined his rod up with your cunt, his arm wrapped around your waist as he held you close.

he slowly slipped himself into your walls and you tightened your grip around him, your teeth digging into his shoulder blade. he rubbed your clit to help it go in smoother. “i’ve got you, baby. is it okay if i go rough with you today?” you nodded, already feeling so full just by him being inside of you.

his hands moved to your hips and he began bucking himself into you, lips parted as needy sounds emerged from them. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders, the cool air of the kitchen covering your body as he immediately hit you in the core. then he went for it.

with his hands gripping your hips tightly, his balls slapped against the base of your pussy. his forehead pressed against yours his hot breath synching with yours. your gummy walls were practically crushing his holes. no matter how many times he’d fucked you, you were still tight as a virgin.

you rolled your hips against him, tossing your head back as his cock twitched inside of you. he was going at lightning speed, the slight curve of his dick hitting you in the perfect spot each time. “o-oh god… r-right there, jack…” his brows were furrowed with whatever emotion he felt right now. “i got you…” his arms were wrapped tightly around you as the sounds of your moans, whimpers, and skin slapping together echoed through the polished walls of the kitchen.

jack bit the inside of his mouth to prevent anything from coming out. “y-you… you have no idea how much i’ve missed this, angel. ‘ts been too long… too goddamn long…” your hands tangled themselves in his thick hair as he abused your guts, you climaxes nearing at a rapid pace.

you could feel his cock swelling inside of you as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming, but the lack of sexual activity left his stamina lower than usual. his knees buckled as his balls tightened up, making way for the flood of cum that cascaded through his cannon. he quickly whipped himself out of you, dropping to his knees and shoving two fingers into your throbbing pussy as his tongue swirled circles onto your clit. with a few contractions of your limbs, a thick, white waterfall poured out of you, trailing down his chin all the way down to his neck.

he licked you completely dry, his tongue meeting every fold and cleaning up every inch of your sweet cunt. he rose back up to his feet, kissing you on the forehead and picking you up again. “how’s that for an anniversary gift, huh?” you laughed softly. “i think you’re getting the hang of it now.” he beamed with joy, tucking his cock back into his pants. “how about we wrap up this fine evening with a nice, warm bath?” you wrapped your arms around your neck, you naked body embracing his in a tight hug. ”lead the way, jack.”

author's note: this was too much fun to write!!

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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Something To Look Forward To

Something simple, sweet and fluffy for this Sunday 🤭

"Hey, babe", Jack allowed his words to trail off as he leaned against the doorframe of your shared bedroom, watching you deep in concentration. You were nose deep in a book, your eyebrows scrunched together, quietly mumbling the words as you worked down the page.

"Hey, you." Jack chuckled to himself, calling out you a second time. You finally lifted your head, your eyes growing wide at the sight of your boyfriend, his white shirt covered in what you believed to be tomato sauce, a dish towel bunched in his fist. "Sorry, this book is just getting really good. What's going on?"

He ran his fingers through his messy curls, wiping away the sweat that began to bead at his brow. He had promised to cook you dinner tonight to celebrate your anniversary, and had been at it for a good three hours, banning you from the kitchen while he worked.

"How attached were you to me cooking you dinner tonight?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off an oncoming headache. You covered your mouth with your book to hide your giggles, the creasing at your eyes giving you away.

"Jack, please let me help you." You considered Jack to be a cooking novice, and honestly that was putting it nicely.

"No, this is your surprise. You're not allowed to help. Let me rephrase my question. Are you okay with eating at 10pm tonight?" You let out a humorous breath, marking your place in the book before you stood up. He blocked your way out of the door by jutting out his hip, his free hand grabbing at your waist.

"Can you let me out of the room, please?" You pushed at his chest, but he barely moved, standing strong. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance. "Uh huh, I'm not going to let you ruin it."

"I just want to go to the bathroom, if that's okay with you?" Jack narrowed his eyes at you, gesturing with his head back into the room. "There's a bathroom in there."

"Dammit." You whispered under your breath. You were in a stalemate with your boyfriend, both too stubborn to give up.

"Is something burning?" You exaggerated the sniff of your nose.

"Nice try. Nothing is burning." Jack scoffed, his face quickly dropping when he smelled smoke wafting into the hallway. "Shit!"

****

You followed behind Jack into the kitchen, stifling a cough as he swiftly pulled the oven door open, black smoke filling the room. He threw the baking sheet onto the counter with a huff. "Fuck."

"What is that?" You examined the charred item, trying to make out what it was before he put it in the oven.

"Garlic bread." He whimpered, leaning against the counter. "I was going to surprise you with lasagna, my mom's recipe."

"Oh baby, that's so sweet. I'm sure we can salvage the rest of the food. In fact, this lasagna looks really good." You grabbed a fork from the drawer and took a bite out of the glass dish containing the lasagna, grimacing as the food hit your tastebuds. "I love it", you edged out with your mouthful, resisting the urge to hurl.

"It's not cooked yet, you liar" Jack chuckled, throwing the dish towel over his shoulder as you spit the food out in the sink.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I know you worked really hard on this." You snaked your arms around his waist, leaning your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "If it makes you feel any better, you make for a really sexy chef." You pucker your lips at him, Jack meeting you the rest of the way for a quick peck.

"It does help, thank you." He gave you a cheeky grin as he pulled you in for another kiss by the back of your neck, both of you quickly getting lost in the passion.

You felt him grab that back of your thighs, turning to lift you onto the counter. His hands roamed your body, his fingertips pressing into your sides as you deepened the kiss, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth. You broke apart to catch your breath, your chests rising in sync as you leaned your forehead against his.

"Is something else burning?", you questioned. Jack's eyes shot open, letting out a sharp breath. You watched as he took a pot of boiling water and placed it into the sink, the liquid evaporating against the steel with a hiss.

"People have joked about it, but I think you're the only person to actually burn water." You joked in between belly laughs, jumping off the counter. "Pizza sound good?"

****

Jack propped himself on his elbow as the two of you settled in on the floor of the living room. You placed your wooden tile down on the Scrabble board as you took another bite of pizza, handing Jack the leftover crust. He ate it in two bites, watching as you spelled out your word.

"Uh huh, that's not a word", he grumbled out, dusting the crumbs off his hands.

"What are you talking about? Alot is a word." You retorted, taking a sip of your wine.

"No", he shook his head, pulling out his phone. "A LOT is a word, Alot is not." He held out his phone to you. You grabbed it, rolling your eyes when you realized he was technically right. "Are you really going to challenge me on a technicality?"

"Hey, your rules. I lost last time because you said "y'all" wasn't a word", Jack shrugged.

"Whatever. You're turn then. I'm gonna get some more wine", you gritted out between your teeth. As you stood up, you conveniently knocked the board over with your toe, scrambling the tiles across the floor. "Oops. My bad", you stuck out your tongue at Jack in jest.

"Hey, you sore loser! Get back here." Jack grabbed at the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling you down into his lap. You rested your back against his chest, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Sorry that dinner was a bust", Jack mumbled against your skin, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around your chest.

"Jack, it really wasn't. I love you so much for even trying." You turned your head towards him, your eyes closing as Jack grazed his fingers against your jawline. "You have a lot of time to practice, and I'll help you. You can cook for our second anniversary." Jack hummed, leaning his head back against the couch. "Sounds like a plan."

"Something to look forward to." You agreed, pressing a kiss into forearm.

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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 5)

I'll admit, I had this finished a while ago, but couldn't post until now. I have a confession to make... my long term boyfriend of 6 years split with me a couple days ago. And it's been... hard, to say the least. I'm really hoping this wont deter me from continuing to write (especially since this story is kinda romantic, but also isn't? There's deep feelings involved xD) I hope maybe writing can maybe help me as it serves as a distraction? I honestly don't know... All I can ask for is patience as I deal with this. If I find I need a break I'll be sure to let you guys know. But I guess for now, please keep me in your thoughts if you can. Or if anyone wants to swap stories I'm more than happy to share. ꨄ But ok. Enough sadness. This chapter was a joy to write before all the bs happened. I hope it can make you smile! And as always, please feel free to comment your thoughts! SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You settle into hotel life, and whip up Alastor's fave dish! But some drama ensues when you get a little too friendly with a certain Spider Demon~ Word Count: 4.4 K Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You had developed quite a routine here during your time at the hotel, and you certainly found your days a lot busier than you had intended.

Your morning coffee with Alastor that usually blended into breakfast, then joining him in his tower for his broadcasts. He’d always pour two glasses of rye whisky and sit with you, asking for your thoughts afterwards. You’d discuss what you liked and didn’t like, and were surprised to learn he took criticism well (other than the occasional eye twitch). You’d bounce off new topics for future shows together before wrapping up and heading back down to the kitchen for the lunch rush.

After lunch was usually when Charlie would want to round everybody up. Either discussing how to make the hotel more liveable, how to recruit more sinners, or various exercises to improve everyone’s character. Sometimes these meetings were very boring and you’d have to pinch yourself constantly to stay awake. But for the most part they were fun, and you found yourself actually enjoying spending time with everyone. Especially goofing around with Angel and Husk, which usually resulted in Vaggie snapping at you all as you choke back laughter. Sometimes you would catch Alastor watching you with an unreadable expression, but you didn’t think anything of it.

When that would wrap up, it was time to whip up dinner. You managed to figure out everyone’s favourite foods, and every Friday you decided you’d rotate through and make someone’s special dish for them. Everyone enjoyed Friday dinners, always trying to guess what everyone liked, make bets on who was next, and were especially pleased if it was their night. It wasn’t much, but their praise always made you secretly feel warm and bubbly inside.

Finally, after cleaning everything up and ending your shift, you’d have some spare time. Depending on how the day went, you would either read and have a quiet night to yourself, or just completely pass out straight away.

Before you knew it, a month had flown before your eyes; bringing you into the present.

You knew you had no reason to be so nervous. Angel had loved his lasagna dish last week, and previously Charlie loved the pizza you had made (even if others had picked off the pineapple in disgust). You had proven you were a good chef since working here. But this Friday meal in particular… this one was different. It was Alastor’s. Your closest friend. And you knew just how important this particular meal was. It wasn’t just a dish, it was a memory. A way to remember his mother, and you had learned very quickly just how much she meant to him.

Your heart was fluttering nervously as you put the jambalaya out on the large dining table. No one was there yet, but you could hear the chitter of excited demons coming closer to you, so you knew they were on their way. You always tried to make Friday’s dinner special, it was the one meal where you all sat and ate together. Kind of like a little family. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your heart fluttering warmly at the thought. You went back to the kitchen to grab the cheddar biscuits, your mind wandering back to Alastor. You shouldn't be overthinking this, it’s just a stupid dinner. Did his opinion really matter that much to you?

You re-enter the dining room, and your eyes immediately locked with the demon in question. Alastor’s smile seemed to brighten the moment he saw you, but his smile only made your hands sweaty.

…… Yes, yes his opinion really did matter that much. You really wanted to make a good impression.

“Ooooh and ya baked fresh biscuits??” Angel had zipped up beside you, eyeing the plate of goodies in your hands, “ya really know how ta spoil a demon Baby Cakes!” His fingers danced over a biscuit, causing you to snap out of your hold with Alastor and give Angel a quick slap on the wrist. He zipped his hand away in mock horror, making you snort a moment.

“You know the rules; no eating ‘till everyone’s here,” You scold him, but you can’t help but smile; you could never really be angry with him. Angel groaned dramatically, hugging himself with his four arms.

“You’re a cruel mistress y/n; makin’ a cutie like me practically starve to death! Jus’ look at me! I’m witherin’ away!” he leans up against you, arching his back as his full weight pressed on you. You let out a single laugh as you tried to maintain your hold on the plate and not fall over. He continued to groan weakly as his one arm grasped the air above him and another flopped over his eyes.

Wow. Someone give this guy an award. No wonder he was in show business.

You laugh again at the dramatics and roll your eyes. Finally, you sighed and grabbed a biscuit, offering it to the Spider Demon. Angel peeked over and immediately lit up, grabbed it eagerly before standing up straight, miraculously recovering from his ‘near death’. He took a deep whiff of the warm bread before smiling back at you.

“Yarra real doll toots~” he gives you a flirty wink to which you shake your head in amusement. Always the charmer this one.

“Yeah yeah, well, just don’t tell the others. Or else they might think you’re my favourite~!” You swing your hips to him and give him a playful hip bump, winking right back. He laughed as the nudge pushed him to the side, using the momentum to walk to his seat. But as he sauntered away, he looked back and grinned mischievously.

“Well maybe they should~!” he called back, doing a little suggestive shoulder shimmy and wiggling his eyebrows. You couldn’t help your snort. Cheeky thing.

You knew it was all in good fun; teasing and play-flirting had become your thing. He was like the gal-pal you had never had since coming to Hell, and you could tell he was happy to have a girlie here at the hotel. You knew his real bestie was some demon named Cherri (which he INSISTED you all had to go out one night), but having another chica just a couple rooms down from his own was fun and convenient. And you were happy to be that friend for him if it meant slumber parties and beauty routines.

You felt someone’s eyes on you, and you snapped out of your bubbly thoughts. Alastor was standing in the same spot he was before, not having moved an inch. He was still smiling, but this time it felt a little more strained. More forced. And his eye twitched ever so slightly. You also noticed his grip tight around his microphone. He caught you looking at him and immediately turned away, beginning to walk back to his seat with an unreadable expression.

… That was weird.

Before you could even begin to process, the rest of the gang entered the room. They all gave you a greeting in their own quirky ways as they arrived and made their way to their seats. Angel shoved the rest of the biscuit into his mouth to hide any evidence and happily trotted over to Husk. You smiled happily at the arrival of your comrades and set the tray of bread down on the table. Everyone looked at the spread before them and chittered excitedly, impressed with the effort you had put into tonight’s dinner.

As everyone sat down, you quickly made your way to your seat beside Angel. Before sitting down, you cleared your throat a moment to get everyone’s attention. As the happy chatter died down, you began to speak.

“First off, I’d like to thank everyone for joining in today’s special dinner. Today’s meal is inspired by our very own Facility Manager, Alastor.” Everyone clapped politely and Charlie even gave a small whoop of encouragement. Alastor sat up proudly from his seat at the head of the table, loving the attention he was getting.

“I’ll admit, I was a bit intimidated with tackling this particular dish, as we’ve all heard him boast about his mother’s recipe.” There were a couple chuckles scattered around the table, everyone very aware of how much he spoke of it. Husk in particular rolled his eyes and muttered quietly in disdain.

“I realize I’ll probably never meet up to her standards,” you look back at Alastor and give a sheepish smile, “but I sincerely hope it’s to your liking.” Alastors smile widened ever so slightly, his hooded gaze softening at your words.

“My dear,” he marveled, his eyes never leaving yours, “the fact that you were kind enough to take the time to prepare it with me in mind already makes it wonderful.” You felt your hand press up to your chest, your fist curling up tightly near your heart. Alastor always knew what to say to make you feel better. He could be really gentle when he wanted to be.

“Yea, and not only for ol’ Smiles ‘ere,” Angel spoke up, making you look down at him, “But you’ve made some bitchin’ good meals fer all of us.” he gestured to the crowd, gaining various murmurs of agreement and praise. You looked at everyone and their smiling faces and could feel your chest tightening.

“Seriously, Sugar, ya freakin’ amazing.” Angel continued, giving you a warm smile. He suddenly grabbed onto his glass and raised it high, giving everyone a cocky grin. “Let’s hear it for y/n ya filthy sinnars!”

Before you could comprehend, everyone had raised their glasses and gave a cheer of encouragement. You looked out to everyone and their genuine happiness and support, at a loss for words. You had organized all of this simply because you wanted to, but you had to admit, being recognised felt really good. A warmth began to spread into your chest, and a lump formed in your throat.

It… wow, it had been so long since you’ve had friends like this.

You did your best to blink back tears at the gesture, not expecting to get so emotional over all of this. As you took a moment to acknowledge everyone, your gaze finally turned to Alastor.

Oddly enough, he wasn’t looking at you, but he was looking at Angel. His eyebrows were tight as his grin stretched in an uncomfortable smile. You could tell he felt your gaze, cause soon his eyes flicked up to you, catching you watching him. In the blink of an eye, his expression softened as he grabbed his own glass, raising it high and giving you a heartening look. You shook the strange feeling from before and smiled back at him, grateful for his appreciation.

The excitement settled down as everyone started serving themselves, the smell of the cooking becoming too much for everyone to ignore. You finally sat in your chair and reached out for Angel’s hand. The Spider Demon looked to you in surprise for a moment, taking in your smiling face.

“That was really sweet of you to say Angel,” you whispered, your grip on him tightening for a moment. You could feel yourself choking up again. “Seriously… Thank you.” Angel's face softened as he twisted his hand so it could grip on to yours. He began to open his mouth to respond.

In a mere moment, you could feel your chair lurch backwards, a panicked yelp escaping your throat as your hand was ripped out of Angel’s. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, looking at you in surprise. Angel turned in his seat and looked at you stupidly.

“... What the fuc-?”

Angel didn’t even get a chance to finish his statement as suddenly everyone chairs in your row shifted to the right, causing everyone to cry out and grip onto their seats in fear. Everyone on the other side of the table looked on in disbelief as their friends were shuffled around.

To your surprise, while everyone shifted right, you slid to your left at lightning speed, the chair scraping loudly on the wooden floor. You suddenly jolted to a stop, and you held on for dear life at the force in which you were moving. Before you could recover, your chair lurched forward, propelling you back to the table and new place setting.

… Right next to Alastor.

You gasped in surprise, your heart racing in shock as you felt your knuckles turning white from gripping the seat so hard. You noticed something flicker beneath you, and your eyes managed to catch something. A shadow with a familiar Cheshire grin shimmied away from the feet of your chair before melting into the shade of the table.

Your head whipped up to Alastor in disbelief. The Radio Demon had just finished serving himself jambalaya, not even looking in your direction as he tapped the serving spoon against his plate. With a cool expression, he turned his head to you and tilted his head to the side, as if nothing had happened.

“... Jambalaya~?” He pointed the spoon to the pot and looked at you expectantly.

Everyone stared for a moment, the room eerily quiet.

“.......... Alastor what the actual FUCK was that?!” Angel suddenly exploded, clearly very upset that his bestie was now 2 chairs away from him. Everyone else in your row nodded in agreement, perplexed at the sudden change in seating. Alastor didn't turn his head, nor look at Angel. The Radio Demon simply took your plate and began serving you the ride dish, his expression surprisingly calm and attention only on you.

“Just say when dear~”

Your eyes darted from Alastor to Angel, unsure of what to even do or say. Angel’s face scrunched up into a scowl, clearly displeased with being ignored.

“Hey! Freaky Face! I’m talkin’ to ya!” he growled, his hands tightening into fists. Alastor continued to ignore the spider, continuing to serve you as if it was just the two of you in the room.

“My my, hungry now are we y/n dearest~?” Alastor grinned cheekily. You were still so dumbstruck, your gaze finally fell to your plate and you quickly realized just how full it was getting. Awkwardly looking between Angel and Alastor, you softly murmured a 'w-when'. Alastor gave a hum of approval and tapped the spoon on your plate before setting it back down in front of you.

“Hah, ok Asshole. I see how it is.” Angel chuckled darkly to himself, “I get it. Ya just hate ta see anyone else gettin’ cozy with our little chef. I’ll admit, I didn’t take ya for the jealous type.”

That seemed to catch Alastors attention.

It was only for a moment, and only you were able to catch it sitting so close to him. But you noticed the Radio Demon’s pupils flash, and his one eyelid twitch as his smile grew dangerously wide. But in an instant, Alastor calmed his expression and was back to his suave self. Taking a breath, he finally turned his head to Angel.

“Oh please.” He drawled, his eyes looking at him with boredom, “I simply figured it only made sense for our wonderful chef to sit next to the demon who inspired tonight’s dish. Wouldn’t you agree y/n~?” He turned his head to you and slowly leaned in, giving you a pleasant smile. You felt your heart leap at suddenly being caught off guard, unsure of what to say.

“I, ah, well-!”

Everyone's eyes were on you, and you suddenly felt very self conscious. Being put on the spot like this, and feeling as if you had to choose between your two friends, it was becoming very overwhelming. Unbeknownst to you, Charlie looked at you with such pity, and felt her own blood begin to boil at the situation these men put you in. Placing her hands on the table, the Princess of Hell rose from her chair, her face suddenly very authoritative.

“Both of you need to stop this nonsense.” She stated, looking down at both Angel and Alastor disapprovingly. “Y/n put a lot of effort into making this dinner special; and I won't allow you to ruin it over something so petty!” She continued to glare at them judgingly before turning her attention to you, giving you a quick comforting smile and nod. You felt your shoulders relax and smile back at her, feeling grateful for her support. She really was growing into her royal title.

Angel had his arms crossed and was clearly still pissed, but there was a mix of shame in his eyes after being called out. Alastor’s face remained surprisingly calm, turning to look over at you. He noticed your posture and expression, his eyes calculating as he assessed the situation. Finally he turned back to the table.

“Our Princess is right of course~!” He smiled, lifting a hand and placing it on your shoulder, “I would hate for all of dear y/n’s efforts to be neglected. She has worked so hard; let us forget about all this nonsense and enjoy this wonderful meal~!” His eyes slid to Angels and gave him a hard stare. The Spider demon glared right back, his jaw tight and eyes furrowed with hatred. But after glancing at both you and Charlie, and seeing your faces, he finally grumbled in defeat. With a huff, Angel reached for another cheddar biscuit and slouched in his seat, ending the feud.

You finally released the breath you were holding as everyone shrugged their shoulders and returned their focus to their plates. You felt Alastors grip on your shoulder tighten for a moment, making you turn to him.

“Are you quite alright my dear?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. Despite the calm look on his face, you knew he wouldn't be asking if he wasn't genuinely concerned. You sighed and felt a smile spread across your face, giving his hand a pat in reassurance.

“Yeah, I’m ok Al,” you started, beginning to shake your head and grin as you thought about the shenanigans he pulled earlier. “But seriously, there’s no need to be so jealous. If you want to sit beside me, just say so.” You looked up to him playfully, your previously conflicted emotions melting away. Alastor stared at you for a moment, his eye’s lidded and giving you a blank stare before turning to his plate. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he picked up his utensils and was suddenly very focused on his meal.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about y/n~” he replied. He scooped up a spoonful of rice and shrimp. You could feel your eyes crinkling as you watched him knowingly.

“Uh huh~” you smirk.

The Radio Demon ignored you and took his first bit of jambalaya. Your grin slowly began to fall as you watched him pull the spoon out from his lips, your previous nerves from earlier settling in again. You watched his expression with baited breath as he tasted your cooking.

His appearance didn’t change much; his eyes looking down at the food beneath him, eyes flickering over the plate. After a moment, his eyelids sank down closed as he continued to chew, allowing all of his senses to focus on the flavor. You could feel your leg begin to jiggle anxiously; seriously it was sad how badly you wanted this man’s approval.

The demon lifted his head and gulped his mouthful down, eyes still closed and lips in a small pressed smile. You held your breath as you waited for his verdict. Alastor’s smile grew wider as he lowered his head back to the plate, opening his eyes and looking fondly at the dish below him.

“Well well~” he chuckled, finally turning his head to you and giving you an impressed look, “I have to admit, this is as close as anyone has ever gotten.”

You felt your heart stop.

Is he shitting you right now?

“Of course,” he continued, scooping another spoonful and inspecting it, “it is missing a few things; she’d usually add sausage as well, and probably a bit more spice to it.” he looked fond for a moment, seeming to reminisce to days gone by.

“Nevertheless, it does still taste like home~” He took another bite and once again closed his eyes, savoring the flavors.

You felt lighter than a feather.

Of course you knew you’d never get it exactly right. But holy crap you were so relieved that it met his expectations. You were so giddy you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from squealing, practically doing a little happy dance in your chair. Satisfied with Alastors response, you grabbed onto your own spoon and began to happily dig in.

You were so carefree in your own little world, you didn’t even notice Alastor sneaking a glance at you. Or how his lips curled up ever so slightly at your antics before turning back to his plate.

The rest of the evening went on without a hitch. Everyone gorged themselves until they were ready to burst, and complimented you on such a flavorful meal. You were so flustered with all the praise; despite the little quarrel that had happened earlier, you couldn’t have been more pleased with how the night went. And you felt more confident with your cooking now that you had Alastor’s official stamp of approval.

The group of demons eventually began to trickle out of the room, ready to immediately flop onto the closest comfortable furniture they could find. You giggled at their behavior and wished you could do the same, but you still had to clean up before you could clock off work. With a final stretch, you turn back to the table and are surprised to see Alastor still in his chair, leaning back comfortably and eyes closed.

“Truly a wonderful evening y/n dearest,” he sighed, opening a single eye to look at you, “There’s something about dining with a group of folks that brings out a certain camaraderie, don’t you think~?” You sighed happily as you approached the table.

“Honestly, it was something I had forgotten I had missed since coming to Hell,” you smiled, beginning to stack the plates and collecting utensils. “I’m just happy to do my part in getting demons to open up more and earn everyone’s trust.”

Alastor said nothing in return, simply watching you as you accumulated the dirty dishes. His eyebrow quirked up before he finally raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Shadows emerged from under the table, making you gasp and almost drop your stack of plates. The same shaded goons from your first week at the hotel appeared beside you and began collecting all the dishes. You begin to tumble over words of protests, but they didn’t pay attention to you as they continued to clean, one even grabbing the stack in your hands and waddling to the kitchen.

“Alastor!” you laugh, turning to him in bewilderment, “Call your minions off; seriously I can clean all of this up myself.” But the Radio Demon merely waved a hand to you as he rose from his seat.

“Don’t bother arguing with me my dear,” he sassed, “You’ve done more than enough tonight; consider this my way of thanking you for a marvelous feast.”

You sighed at him, slightly annoyed. But you had to admit, you were grateful for his help. Today had surprisingly taken its toll on you, physically and emotionally, and you were so tired from it all. You smiled up at him, rocking back and forth on your feet sheepishly.

“... Thank you Al. Honestly.” you paused for a moment, thinking about everything he had done for you in the month you’d been here. And asking for nothing in return. It was out of character for him.

“I just…” you sighed, making Alastor tilt his head quizzically to you. “I just want to say I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me. You gave me this job, helped me settle in and feel comfortable, and because of it all I even got to make new friends…” You saw Alastors eyes narrow for a moment and you had to bite back the knowing grin. You cleared your throat and continued.

“But I hope you know,” you hummed, “that I’ll always consider you my first real friend down here. And that I’m really grateful to have been given this chance to get close to you.”

Alastor looked at you long and hard for a moment, the air between you calm and quiet. His static sound shuffled for a second before he finally straightened his back and stood taller, his lips pressed together into a large smile. The red demon glided over to you, and softly patted your head, shaking his head in amusement.

“Ohhh y/n, y/n, y/n,” he sighed, opening his eyes and quirking an eyebrow, “I do often wonder how someone like yourself ended up down here.” Now it was your turn to cock an eyebrow as you gave him a cheeky smile.

“Al, you know exactly how I got down here.”

“Ah, that’s right.” A chuckle escaped his lips, and you knew for a fact he still found your death thoroughly entertaining. “By the way, you didn’t happen to sneak anything into our meal today, now did you~?” He gave you an impish grin. You burst out laughing.

“You asshole!” you guffawed, shoving his hand on your head away playfully, to which the demon snickered evilly. As your laughter simmered down, looked at you a moment before tilting his head up, eyes closed.

“I still stand by my previous statement,” he mused. “The type of folks in this realm are not worthy of such kindness. You should be careful as to whom you trust around here.” He opened his eyes, and his crimson gaze fell to yours. His expression shifted into a serious one at his last statement, making your grin falter for a moment. But only for a moment.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you around then, isn’t it?” You smiled, taking a step towards him.

Alastors gaze widened a moment, his eyes flickering over your face. It wasn’t often that you caught the Radio Demon off guard, but the rare moments when you did, you couldn’t help but feel a little pride. Finally, Alastor began to chuckle, shaking his head at you again. After taking a breath, he looked back down at you, a surprising fondness donning his face.

“Hmmm, I suppose it is~”

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..... Alastor doesn't like to share ¬‿¬ Fun fact: Angel like's to give you food-related nicknames. Baby Cakes, Sugar, Puddin', Honey Bunz, ect.

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malice-ov-mercy · 7 months

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Neighbors - part 2

*REPOST FROM MAIN BLOG*

Part 1

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

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“Ugh! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

I yelled in frustration as yet another lasagna noodle ripped in half. I don’t know what possessed me to make such an infuriating dish, but here I was, running around like a chicken without a head. My kitchen was a mess, it was starting to get unbearably warm, and I almost started crying into my lasagna. I could have made something simpler like spaghetti, or even bought a lasagna, but no. I decided to stress myself out to impress Noah—and why? I’ve never made any of my other friends lasagna. Why was he deserving of a completely homemade lasagna?

The oven beeped as I finished my last layering of sauce and I sighed in relief. I quickly rinsed my hands and covered the mess of sauce and pasta with foil. I couldn’t wait to throw this thing in there and forget about it for an hour. I angrily shoved it in the oven then set a timer. Hopefully I could get a head start on the mountain of dishes before Noah arrived.

Frankly, I’m still shocked we hit it off as well as we did. We texted almost everyday, at least had one phone call every week or every other week, and even managed a few FaceTimes. He’d even sent me more merch and now I had a shirt for every day of the week plus some. We became quite close—I’d like to think so anyway.

I asked when he came back from tour if he wanted to hang out, he agreed but he said he needed a few days to decompress and relax. So that’s how I found myself here, rage making a dinner I wasn’t even sure was going to turn out. Granted, I didn’t have to make anything. In fact, Noah was quite insistent about just ordering something, but I was adamant about cooking. Nothing beats a home cooked meal after a long work day—months in his case.

Before I know it, forty minutes had gone by. I dried my hands and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. I’m greeted by a face full of steam and the smell of pasta sauce. It smelled and looked divine. I throw on the last of the cheese, then put it back in the oven for another ten minutes. I didn’t get all the dishes done, but I certainly made a dent. The door bell rings.

“Just a second!” I yell, quickly removing my apron. I hang it up next to the fridge then hurriedly make my way to the door. I briefly stop to check my appearance in the mirror on the living room wall, smoothing down a few stray hairs and brushing away some mascara flakes.

I opened the door just as Noah was getting ready to knock. He looked surprised then chuckled. I smiled up at him and he returned the gesture. His hair was tied back in a little bun. He wore a loose fitting white tee, black joggers, and socks paired with slides. I felt my cheeks warm as his eyes looked over me. I wasn’t dressed to the tens, but I did throw on a nice casual dress. It stopped just above my knees. I shyly stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.

“Thank you,” he said with a polite nod, sliding his shoes off. “You look nice. I feel severely under-dressed.”

I laughed. “You’re totally fine, don’t worry about it! You look comfortable and chill.”

I feel his eyes on my back as I shut the door. When I turn around, he quickly looks away, trying to act like he wasn’t staring at me.

“Kitchen’s this way.” I say with a smile. Noah leans slightly forward, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Lead the way.”

He follows close behind. I hear him take a deep inhale as we reach the kitchen.

“That smells so good.”

I grin widely at him.

“Thank you! I hope it tastes okay.”

Just then, the timer went off. I rush to turn off the oven and timer. I grab my oven mitts and pull the lasagna out. I set it on the counter as Noah takes a seat across from me.

“It has to sit for a little while longer before I can cut into it, I hope that’s okay. I’m also gonna finish the rest of these dishes real quick while we wait.”

Noah stared at the dish in front of him with a childlike wonder. I giggle. I grab my apron and tie it around my waist. My dish water has gone a little cold, but it’s still plenty warm enough to finish.

“What, have you never seen a lasagna before?” I tease, glancing over at him. He looks up at me.

“I have, that just looks incredible.”

I can’t help the prideful smile and feeling that swells in my chest.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Noah asks.

I think for a moment. “Uh, yes actually. Could you grab some plates and silverware? Plates are in the cabinet right above the lasagna and the forks are in the top left drawer.”

Noah nods as he gets up. He has no problem finding the plates but he struggles to find the correct drawer. I finish up my last dish and dry my hands.

“It’s this drawer,” I say, reaching right in front of him and pulling it open. I grab two forks and set them down. “Thank you for getting the plates. Go sit back down.”

He does as I ask, and I grab a knife from my block and start cutting the lasagna. The pieces aren’t evenly cut, some are a good bit bigger than the others. I grab a pie server from the second drawer and carefully remove a bigger piece, placing it on a plate. I hand Noah the plate along with a fork. I pick a piece roughly the same size as his and serve myself. I grab my fork and come around to the bar side, taking the seat next to him.

I stare at my plate, the dinner looking and smelling even better than I could’ve hoped for. Then I suddenly remember I forgot to get us drinks. I get up from my seat and go to the fridge, retrieving two cold bottles of water. I place them down beside our plates before sitting again.

“I’d ask if you want anything else besides water, but water is all I have at the moment,” I say with a slight chuckle. “I forgot to pick something up yesterday.”

Noah smiles. “Water's fine anyway, thanks.”

I smile back at him then turn my attention to the food in front of me. I pickup my fork and cut into the layers of pasta and cheese. Noah follows suit. We do a small clink of our forks before taking a bite. My eyes closed. It tasted every bit as good as it looked and smelled, even better honestly. Noah’s head lulls back and his eyes also close. He groaned, sounding extremely satisfied

“(Y/N), this is fucking delicious.”

“Thank you.”

I chuckle watching him shovel more into his mouth.

“Slow down a little, Noah! There’s still plenty in the pan. You’re also more than welcome to take some home. It’s far too much for just me to eat.”

He looks at me then swallows his mouthful, nearly choking on it.

“Would you believe me if I told you this is the first lasagna I’ve made with homemade noodles?”

“You made this? Like completely?” Noah said incredulously.

I nod. “Pretty much yeah. I made the sauce and noodles. I would’ve made the cheese too if I had the time.”

“What the fuck?”

Noah stared wide eyed at me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t get a chance to make people food much anymore,” I shrug, “Figured I’d go all out. Plus, consider it a thank you for all the merch you sent.”

“Well, thank you. This is… it’s very nice. And delicious.”

He smiles softly. His eyes are full of something that makes my heart skip. I can’t help but to get lost in them for a moment. They’re the darkest brown I’ve ever seen. They’re so warm and kind. Comforting. Gorgeous.

“You have really pretty eyes.”

Noah’s low but gentle voice pulls me away from my thoughts. His expression was pensive. It seemed like there was more he wanted to say, but he didn’t. He continued to gaze into my eyes, leaning ever so slightly forward.

“So do you,” my voice breathy and quiet, “And as much as I’d like to keep looking at them, we do have a dinner to eat.”

He opens his mouth to speak, then looks to the plate of food in front of him. He smiles—much like the smile that day at the mailboxes— and chuckles.

“I suppose you’re right.”

He turns his attention back to his half eaten lasagna. I catch a whiff of his cologne and hope I managed to hide the shaky deep breath I took.

—

A while later, we finished dinner. Noah gladly helped himself to a second plate. I tried to finish a second piece, but I just barely got halfway through. It had long since been forgotten about and gone cold as I listened to Noah tell tour stories. He told me fun ones, not so fun ones, and everything in between. Some he’d told me already on phone calls. I didn’t tell him that though. I liked hearing them again in person. Hearing him laugh and seeing the way his eyes crinkle when he laughed sure beat seeing it on a tiny little phone screen.

Eventually there was a lull in the conversation and a silence fell between us. It wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. I stared at my half eaten lasagna and Noah stared at the pan on the counter, probably trying to decide if he should have another.

“You said I could take some home?” He asked. I nodded.

“Yeah go ahead! Take as much as you want!”

I watch him get up from his seat and grab his plate. On his way to the kitchen, he also grabs my plate without a word. He glances around the space looking for a trash can.

“In the cabinet on the left side of this dish washer.”

He finds it easily enough and scrapes the plate leftovers into the trash. I hop off my seat and join him in the kitchen, grabbing his plate before he places it in the sink. I carefully put a few slices of lasagna on his plate then ask if he wants more. He nods, so I give him another piece. I grab the foil from the drawer beside me and cover the plate.

“I’m gonna put this in the fridge. Be sure to grab it before you leave.”

Noah hums a response while I try to make room in the fridge for his plate and the leftovers still in the pan. When I’m done, I hop up on the counter and take a seat. I notice Noah still at the sink. I quirk a brow when I realize he’s washing the dishes. I frowned.

“Noah, you don’t have to do that.”

He glances back at me with a quick smile.

“Don’t worry about it. There’s not that much. It’s the least I could do. You were nice enough to cook a homemade lasagna for me.”

“It wasn’t entirely all for you.” I tease. He laughs.

“Either way, I appreciate it.”

I lean back on my arms, watching Noah closely. Not even some of my closest friends or family had offered to help clean up after a meal— let alone did it of their own free will. I couldn’t explain the feeling blooming in my chest. It made me feel warm.

I smiled at him when he turned back around to grab the kitchen towel. He dried everything then walked my way to put everything in its place. My eyes followed his long arms as he reached slightly above me. He noticed I was looking at him and tried to hide his smirk. I chose to ignore the slight yet deliberate flex of his muscle. His other arm lightly nudges my leg.

“Excuse me,” he says lowly.

My heart thuds. I cross my legs at my knees and scoot them over so he can get in the drawer. The way his eyes shift as he not so subtly watches the hem of my dress slide slightly up my thigh doesn’t go unnoticed by me. He has plenty of room to get in the drawer, but I lift my legs up and shift over more, causing my dress to rise just a little higher. Noah’s gaze doesn’t leave my legs as he blindly places the forks in the drawer. When he’s done, I slowly reach down and push the drawer closed.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice quiet.

His eyes come back to mine as he leans on the counter beside me. He’s close enough that I can almost feel his breath when he speaks. “Now what?”

I glance behind him at the clock on the wall.

“It’s still early. We could watch a movie or something.”

He nods in agreement, offering me a hand before I hop off the counter. I try to ignore how gentle and warm his hand is and how it nearly engulfs my own. I stumble slightly when my feet hit the floor. Noah’s quick to place an arm in front of me in case I fall. He lets go of my hand when he’s sure I’m stable. I’m tempted to grab it again and lead him to the living room, but instead I walk past him with a nod towards where we’re going. He follows closely behind. I can feel his body warmth on my back.

I gesture towards the love seat and sit, pulling the blanket down that’s draped over the back of it. I throw it over myself as Noah takes the seat beside me. I’m suddenly hyper aware of how close we are and how much space there isn’t between us. I feel my cheeks heat as I flip on the tv. I scroll through some movies before we decide on something that looks like it’s going to be awful. I shift my body to get more comfortable and accidently lightly elbow Noah.

“Sorry the couch is kind of small. I’m still waiting for my big couch to be delivered.”

Without a thought, I offer some of my blanket to him. Noah smiles, draping an arm along the back of the couch, then shakes his head. I pull the fabric up over my arms and sink further into the cushions as the movie starts.

—

I woke up the next morning disoriented. The TV was still on. I look up at the clock above the screen, seeing that it's just before 7am. I groan when I try to move my neck. The blanket is up to my chin. I stretch out my arms, smacking something behind me. It makes a displeased grunt before pulling me closer. It’s then I realized that I had fallen asleep on Noah. My heart pounds. I wanted to bolt up out of his grasp, but the warmth of his body and the tight yet tender hold he had on my waist was nice.

Ten minutes passed before Noah stirred and finally woke up. I was still locked in his arms. He groaned, finally releasing me so he could stretch.

“Good morning.” I said playfully.

His eyes flew open. I snickered.

“I don’t know about you, but I normally don’t sleep with people that easily.”

Noah stares at me then chuckles. There’s a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a sleepover.” He covers a yawn; his voice is low and raspy. I suppress the shiver it sends down my spine. It’s too early for those kinds of thoughts.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Noah yawns again and smiles sleepily.

“Eventually, but,” he grabs hold of me and wraps his arms back around me, pulling me flush against his chest. I don’t even try to hide the surprised breath I take. “I would like to sleep more, if you don’t mind.”

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 months

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Hey I have a cute master x reader request idea for you. May I please request a Dhawan!master x reader where the reader has prepared a special romantic dinner but something goes wrong and the dinner is ruined and so to make it up to the reader they take them to the most romantic place in the universe where feelings are confessed

this is very cute! and the perfect thing to post for Valentine's Day. I hope you like it <3 (it's so hard to find a good gif of him when he looks feral in practically every one-)

Change of Plans (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: reader is a bit of a scatterbrain and accidentally ruins dinner because of it (whoops), cute and fluffy confession, The Master may be slightly ooc for fluff purposes

You'd really screwed up this time.

Valentine's Day was coming up, and you figured that would be the perfect time to tell The Master about the feelings you'd developed for him. You thought it might be nice to prepare dinner, dress up, and light some candles to help set the mood.

He knew you were going to make dinner, but he didn't know about any of your other plans. Unfortunately for you, those plans never came to fruition because of one little mistake.

Not wanting to spend all day trying to prep for dinner, you decided on a frozen dish that could easily be popped into the oven and forgotten about until it was done. That would give you ample time to set everything else up and get ready.

Your mistake was made when you accidentally set the timer for too long. Frozen lasagna is only supposed to be in the oven for around ninety minutes. You set it for nine hours.

So caught up in trying to figure out what to wear, you didn't even realize it was set for too long until you smelled something burning in the kitchen. You rushed in there as quickly as you could, hoping you weren't too late to save it, but the damage was already done.

You let out a loud groan in frustration. There was no way you'd have enough time to make another one, not with The Master waiting in the next room.

You dreaded having to go in there and tell him what happened, but you knew he'd find out sooner or later. He was sure to get nosy at some point and come looking for you if you took too long.

You took a deep breath before walking into the TARDIS control room. You had a nervous smile on your face, The Master watching you with a look of pure amusement.

"So, when's dinner?" He asked teasingly, and you had no doubt the TARDIS had already informed him of the mess you'd made. She was such a tattletale.

"Uh, dinner's been cancelled for tonight." You said awkwardly as you fidgeted with some of the knobs on the control panel.

"Hm, pity. I was really looking forward to that tray of frozen lasagna that had been promised to me."

You shot him a unimpressed glare, something that only made his smirk grow wider. "Not funny." You grumbled as you messed with the console, punching in coordinates.

"What're you doing?" The Master asked with a raised eyebrow as he made his way over to you.

"Resulting to plan b," you plainly stated, not giving much of an explanation to where you went. Of course, if he really wanted to know he could just look over your shoulder, but he didn't want to ruin whatever surprise you had planned.

"Meet me outside in less than ten minutes," you instructed as you briskly walked past him and towards the doors of the TARDIS, slipping outside.

He let out a chuckle before following after you, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Just where did you take us?" He asked you as he stepped outside, taking a look around at the forest you'd landed in. It seemed like the standard planet, which made him wonder even more what made it so special.

"You'll see, now come on." You took him by the hand and practically dragged him through the woods. He almost had to jog in order to keep up. Before he could complain, however, you suddenly stopped, causing him to nearly run into you. "Look."

The Master tore his eyes away from you and looked up to see the clearing you'd brought him to was a small beach. The salty waves lapped restlessly against the sandy shore while the sky above it was transforming into an ombre of warm tones as the sun was starting to go down.

"It's... it's beautiful," he said in awe, his voice softer than it had ever been. He'd never seen a sight so beautiful before, except for maybe you. And speaking of which...

"There's something I need to tell you." Your voice cut through his thoughts like a knife cutting through warm bread. "I- I like you. A lot. As in, more than just a friend." You inwardly cringed at just how awkward you were sure you must sound.

He raised an eyebrow at you but made no other change in his expression. "Go on," he implored, evidently interested in what you had to say.

You took a deep breath and continued. "I think you're really amazing, and so much fun to travel with, even if you don't always make the best decisions-"

He let out a slight snort of laughter, something that made your face grow a little warm as you found yourself becoming flustered the longer you spoke for.

"-and I'd love to be more than just friends, I suppose is what I'm trying to say here. It's actually why I wanted to make dinner for you. I thought I could set everything up all nice and romantic, but that didn't really turn out so well-"

Before you could continue to ramble on, he crossed the distance between the two of you and brought you in for a tender and loving kiss. You always thought your first kiss with him would be passionate and rough, better fitting for his personality, but this was nice, too.

"I would love to be more than just friends," he whispered playfully as he leaned his forehead against yours. "And I'm not mad at you for ruining dinner. In fact, you can ruin dinner as often as you'd like as long as I get to call you mine."

If you weren't flustered before, you certainly were now. He chuckled and kissed you again, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Maybe you hadn't screwed things up nearly as badly as you'd thought.

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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years

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"Lucky You're Pretty"

summary: one of elvis's friends makes a few snide comments but they all fly over your head.

warning: cursing, angry elvis

word count: 1,208

Elvis loved every single thing about you, anything you did he would swoon over. You were not dumb per se, but you did have your moments. You had your legs draped over Elvis’s lap and you were fiddling with the rings on his fingers. The Memphis Mafia resided in your living room, the group conversating about who knows what. Elvis smiled down at you as you ran your thumb over the gem, “What are you doing there, pretty girl?”

Lifting your head to respond, “Oh nothing, just fiddling s’all.” You smiled up at him and turned your attention back to the men, trying to tune into the conversation.

“Oh, E.P I’ve gotta tell you this one joke I heard.” The man was already struggling to hold back his laughter so you were excited to hear what he had to say, “Johnny noticed that Jimmy had a brand new watch, ‘Did you get that for your birthday?’ Johnny asked, Jimmy shook his head no and Johnny asked, ‘You didn’t steal it did you?’ Jimmy shook his head no again. ‘No, I went into Mom and Dad’s room last night while they were you know and Dad gave me his watch to get rid of me.’ Well, this just made Johnny mad so that night he waited outside his parent’s bedroom, and then when he heard the unmistakable noises he barged in. His father who was caught in the act angrily asked, ‘What do you want?’ ‘I wanna watch’ Johnny replied confidently, his father’s eyes went wide and he replied, ‘Fine. Stand in the corner and watch, but keep quiet.’ “ Everyone was laughing with tears rolling down their cheeks, Billy was rolling on the floor clutching his sides. Elvis reached up to wipe a tear from his eye.

You smiled and started to laugh as well, you leaned your head down to whisper in Elvis’s ear. “I don’t get it, why didn’t he give him the watch?” Elvis smiled at you and shook his head.

“E.P, don’t try to explain it to her, it’ll take too long.” He laughed at you and you smiled.

You continued to laugh even though you didn’t understand.

Elvis glanced over at you, he knew that look- the look where you simply bobbed your head up and down with a fake smile on your lips. “What do you mean by that, Roger?” Elvis asked, his eyebrows furrowed together emphasizing the crease between them.

You placed a hand on his chest, “It's alright, baby. I am sure you can explain it to me later.”

Roger nodded, “Just let it go, man, she doesn’t seem to care.” Elvis shook his head but brushed his comment off.

The hours seemed to tick by rather quickly and you were scurrying around the kitchen hurrying to make dinner for the group. “Elvis, would you be alright if I made some lasagna?” You poked your head out of the kitchen and asked your husband.

Elvis smiled and nodded his head, “That would be amazing honey, thank you.” You felt your face heat up at his small comment. Hurrying back to what you were doing you placed the pot of water on the stove and turned on the heat. Grabbing the deep dish pan you prepared the meal and popped it into the oven. You walked back into the living room and listened quietly as Elvis talked back and forth with the others.

A sharp ding indicated that the food was done, “Oh I’ll be right back honey.” You stood up and made your way towards the kitchen and began to make plates pausing only to poke your head out and take a brief head count.

Once the plates were prepared you began to set the table, “It looks amazing, sweetheart.” You smiled and settled into the oak chair, “Alright, let's all give grace. Thank you Lord for this amazing food, thank you for Y/N, thank you for allowing her to prepare it, may this food nourish our bodies.”

“Let’s just hope it doesn’t kill us.” You heard a brief snicker from one of the Roger but brushed it off. “We are trying to give thanks,” Elvis growled out, the snickers were soon silenced. “Alright let’s dig in.” Everyone grabbed their utensils and dug in, you watched as Elvis took a bite, and a crunch resonated throughout the dining room, not one but multiple crunches.

You smiled softly but heard water hitting the floor, “Oh gosh!” You pushed your chair back and hurried into the kitchen. The pot of water had boiled over and was spilling onto the kitchen floor. Pulling open the drawer to grab a rag to move the pot you turned off the heat.

While you were cleaning up the water you heard Roger again, “Oh Y/N, well ain’t she lucky she’s pretty. Poor thing can’t do shit that a good wife should, just hope the s-”

Elvis slammed his fork on the table, “God damn it, Roger! You come into my house and start making comments about my wife. You ain’t got no right, no right!” Roger stared back at Elvis with his mouth hanging open, “Fucking say something! You’ve been talking all night long!”

“E-Elvis?” Elvis spun around to see you, tears welling up in your eyes. “Th-the water it boiled over.” You bit your bottom lip, “I am sorry.” Quickly gathering all of the dishes and mumbling brief apologies you returned to the kitchen and began to wash them. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you scrubbed the plates, gently placing them on the drying rack.

The group dismissed themselves and Elvis made his way into the kitchen, “Y/N..’” He grabbed the dish out of your hand and you moved to grab another one, “Baby, stop.”

You let go of the dish and turned to look at him, “W-why? I ain’t good at nothing, I ain’t a g-good wife!” You choked out, shaking your head you lifted your hand up to wipe away the tears.

“No, I don’t want to hear none of that honey. Let’s leave the dishes for later, I want to talk to you.” Placing a hand on the small of your back he guided you into the living room, “Now baby girl, what Roger said tonight- he-he shouldn't have said any of it.”

“Is it- is it true? What he said?” You mumbled out, twiddling the rings on his fingers.

He tilted your chin up to look at him, “No, Y/N. Not a single thing he said was true, but honey- there are going to be people out there who ain’t near as nice as you are. If you ever get confused ‘bout something that someone says, you come to me alright?”

Bobbing your head up you smiled, “Alright.”

Elvis smiled and leaned his head down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, sweet girl.”

You smiled at the feeling of his soft lips against your warm skin, “Elvis, can you explain that joke to me?”

Elvis let out a chuckle, “Oh alright, so you see…” he trailed off explaining the joke, taking the time to break it down for you.

You nodded your head along smiling, even though you still didn’t understand.

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