#literally all i did was work on this and go to a bridal shower

[moonshine-nightlight]

Nothing's Wrong with Dale - Part Thirty

It’s been a week, but you’re fairly certain your fiancé accidentally got himself replaced by an eldritch being from the Depths. Deciding  that he’s certainly not worse than your original fiancé, you endeavor to keep the engagement and his new non-human state to yourself.

However, this might prove harder than you originally thought.

Fantasy, arranged marriage, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F

AO3: Nothing’s Wrong with Dale Chapter 30

[Part One][Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven] [Part Seven.5][Part Eight] [Part Nine] [Part Ten]  [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve]  [Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen] [Part Eighteen] [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] [Part Twenty-One] [Part Twenty-Two][Part Twenty-Three] [Part Twenty-Four][Part Twenty-Five] [Part Twenty-Six] [Part Twenty-Seven] [Part Twenty-Eight] [Part Twenty-Nine] Part Thirty [Part Thirty-One] [Part Thirty-Two] [Part Thirty-Three] [Part Thirty-Four]

You blink at the woman for a few long seconds, trying to comprehend her words. “Excuse me? Did you just say Lord Dale has called off the wedding? Our wedding?”

“I…” The maid is at a loss for words in the face of your incredulity. She swallows. “Yes, my lady.”

There’s a rushing sound in your ears, like wind roaring. You stay perfectly still, your face blank as you try to think. That is not possible. It’s not. How could he do something like that? Why would he? You’d dealt with so many surprises, jumped over every obstacle, and handled every challenge. Why instead did you feel as though you had survived a trip at sea only to find your ship crashing into the pier while within sight of home? You feel numb.

Perhaps you are making some sort of expression because the woman grows paler. “I’m sure it is simply pre-wedding jitters, my lady,” she hurries to reassure you. “Lord Archibald will have him seeing sense before you can blink.”

“Best to continue getting you ready,” Ms Dearden says as she lays out your corded underskirts. You appreciate her practiced dismissal even if you fear there’s more at play here than she’s aware of. “Young men these days always get cold feet. He’ll be over it soon enough.”

“Yes, of course.” Your own voice seems distant to your ears, but your words are enough for Callalily’s maid to resume work on your hair. At some point she finishes and you’re helped into your underskirts. Your mind stays blank as you try to conceive of reasons for him to do such a thing beyond tiring of you and this whole facade. Distant imaginings of what your life would be like without the wedding crumble to fog. 

You’ve been so committed and focused on today that the news feels nonsensical more than alarming. How could the wedding not be happening? Did you just speak with your sisters? Has every moment of the last few weeks been in service of it? Are you not now suddenly dressed in your lovely yellow wedding gown? The person in the hand mirror looks as though they are marrying today.

The door flings open and Steward Bilmont hurries in despite the reproach from the women in the room at both his presence and the dramatics of his entrance. 

You only need to look at his face to understand that the situation with Dale has not improved since the first maid broke it to you. He opens his mouth to speak, but something about your countenance, or perhaps your lack of reaction, must inform him that you know something of the situation.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him, my lady,” Bilmont says, wringing his hands. “He’s not been this unreasonable in weeks. Lord Archibald has refused to put a stop to anything, but Lord Dale refuses to see reason. He’s barred the door to his chambers after Lord Archibald wouldn’t accept his words.”

“I see.” With careful fingers you put down the small hand mirror and begin to stand, adjusting your skirts as you do so.

It’s Miss Adir who asks, her voice filled with trepidation, “My lady?” 

“Excuse me,” you say, an undeniable calm spreading through your veins, as you cross the room towards the door. 

“Where are you going?” Steward Bilmont asks as you brush by him.

You realize your decision as you reply, “To speak with my betrothed. Please continue preparations without me.”

The maid who brought the news is the one who speaks up, as your hand closes around the door knob. “My lady, I don’t think—”

“Continue without me,” you cut her off, eyes snapping, because finally some emotion has made itself known to you and it is anger. You’ve worked so hard and been through so much. Dale thinks he can just put an end to it all mere hours before you’re to be wed? No.

“My lady…” Bilmont tries, his hand settling gently on your arm. He’s almost wincing, the look in his eyes resigned. As though he thought everything had been going too well and this was the inevitable shoe that dropped. 

You shake his hand off. “If Lord Dale wishes to call off our wedding,” some of that anger finally bleeds into your voice and you see the surprise in Bilmont’s eyes, “he shall tell me so to my face. Get out of my way.”

He obligingly steps back, hands hanging back at his sides. You don’t bother to observe the others' reactions, opening the door quickly, and letting it shut heavily behind you.

You walk briskly down the hall and towards the Northridge family bedrooms. No one else, servant or noble alike, crosses your path as you head that way. Not until you’re closer. You hear shouting and decide to peek around the corner, wanting to get the scope of the situation you’re walking into. 

“—utter foolishness!” Grandfather is shouting at Dale’s closed door with two guards flanking him. He bangs his fist on the door for good measure. “Do you wish for me to find your Grandmother? I’ve kindly not informed her of your idiocy, but I shall have to if you persist!”

There’s no reply from the other side of the door, not even a sound. Grandfather rattles the door knob to no avail, but doesn’t try anything further with the solid wood door.

He groans in frustration and turns to the guards. “I want to know the instant he leaves this room and if he does not within the hour, I shall have to inform Lady Deidre as promised.”

“Yes, my lord,” the guards chorus looked properly cowed by the threat, even if it isn't aimed at them.

Grandfather turns dramatically enough you see more of the original Dale in him than you thought possible and storms off. The guards take up posts on either side of the door, not baring it, but still present enough that you stay where you are. You’ve no desire to speak to them or to shout at Dale with them nearby.

You frown, unsure why but something doesn’t sit right with you the longer you look down the silent corridor. It seems…empty, or perhaps still, in a manner that makes you feel as if you are not where you should be. Not that your presence is unwanted, but as if you are lost. 

You study the scene more closely and find your eyes drifting towards the bright sunlight streaming through the windows and the faint light coming from under Dale’s bedroom door. After a second, you realize what is wrong with the light and shadow—both are completely still. Before, the maid had said both of them were shouting and you’ve never heard this Dale raise his voice except in a physical fight. If he were truly upset, or at least strongly emotional, there should be some evidence in the shadows, some unnatural movement.

You chance another glance down the corridor, but it looks utterly ordinary. As your gaze sweeps from further down where Grandfather disappears around a corner and then back closer to yourself they snag on the stairway down towards the studies and other meeting rooms. There’s no movement, but the shadows are deep and dark. There are no windows there, that stairway is more utilitarian than for show like the grand staircases in other places throughout the house, so that’s plenty of reason for the darkness, but…

You move as quietly and fluidly as you can towards that staircase, hoping not to attract the guards notice. You don’t want to talk to anyone except Dale. You don’t know what Grandfather would try to say to you given he is clearly trying to keep this news contained. He stopped attempting to prove anything with you since the attack, but you’re still not completely sure of what he thinks of you. Keeping your skirts just high enough off the floor and grateful your house slippers are soft and quiet, you make it to the stairs without the guards' notice.

Your footsteps are nearly silent as you hastily make your way down the flight of stairs. You’ve never given much thought to the amount of light that fills it, but surely it wasn’t this dark in previous mornings. Or is that simply your imagination? Is it just your hope that it means you can find Dale and talk some sense into him?

You peek out at the bottom, looking for anyone in this area of the house who might question one of the couple getting married wandering about alone. No one is present. An eerie silence permeates the corridor and like the staircase, it seems darker than it should be. You step out, eyes on the window that lets light in, but seems outnumbered by shadows.

Dale’s personal study is off a smaller side corridor from this hallway, in its own small tower. You think the upper floor might connect to his bedroom. Then there is the underground room, the real reason you believe the original Dale had requested his current quarters and this study.

There’s an oppressive aura that thickens the air as soon as you turn the corner and it builds the closer you get to his study’s door. You imagine that's partially responsible for the lack of others in this area, which in some ways you’re grateful for. You also manage to draw on its presence as fuel for your anger at such obvious overflow from his nature. The shadows under the door ripple, as if it were night and a lighted candle was guttering in the breeze, unremarkable except for the fact that it's closer to noon.

Cautiously, you reach out for the door knob. Grasping it firmly in your hand, you find that it's not locked as you had feared. The knob turns without effort and the door swings inside to reveal Dale’s study. The flickering shadows solidify as you step inside, eyes searching for Dale. 

You find him quickly enough, a trunk half packed of books next to him. Somehow you don’t think they are being gathered for your wedding trip. He’s by the window, back to you, but you can see tension in every line of his body. All the breath desserts you at the sight of him. All the words you could say dry up in your mouth. The door shuts with an audible click behind you.

“WOULD—” Dale whirls, his frustrated voice cuts off the second his eyes land on you. Abruptly all the anger in his face leaves him. Instead he practically deflates, merely gaping at you. To your surprise, he spins away from you. “What are you doing here?” he asks, voice pitched higher than usual. “I thought we were not to see each other until—” He doesn’t finish his sentence, his shoulders slumping.

You take another few steps into the room and clear your throat. “Yes, well, I’m fairly certain that the betrotheds laying eyes on one the morning of the wedding is of no consequence if there isn’t to be a wedding, hm?” You’re grateful that you’ve rediscovered some of your anger and your frustration to draw on for the strength to weather this conversation.

“I…” Dale can’t seem to think of an adequate response even as he refuses to turn around. 

Your heart constricts in your chest at this confirmation. “So it’s true?” You hadn’t realized how much you were hoping despite all the evidence to the contrary that once you found Dale he’d explain how it was all one big misunderstanding. “You’ve called off our wedding.”

He leans his head against the wall and says nothing.

“Dammit, Dale!” The words jump out of you, louder than you’ve ever spoken to Dale. “Look at me,” you say, your voice breaking. “If you’re going to do this, you’re going to look at me as you do so.”

Slowly, like a man condemned, he turns. Dale swallows, looking profoundly guilty. He murmurs your name, but you refuse to let his soft voice sway you and merely stare straight back at him. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“My reasons are complex, but unchangeable.” His words are rote and his voice wooden. You imagine he said something like this to Grandfather. “I apologize.”

“I don’t understand,” you say as plainly as you can, tired of talking around topics and pretending to be sure when you aren’t. “Complex? How complex can they be that you won’t even enumerate them for me now. Please explain, justify, anything.” Dale just stands there and that anger surges through your blood. You take another step forward, your voice as stern as you can make it, “You owe it to me. Tell me why you are calling off our future.”

“I…” Dale starts before his blue eyes meet yours squarely for the first time since you arrived and he appears to shrink in on himself. He sighs a deep sigh, looking weary. “I could say any number of reasons, but you’re correct. They’re just excuses.” He pulls himself back up and braces himself. “In truth, I simply cannot bear to deceive you any longer.”

“Deceive me? About what? What can you not have told me that would cause our wedding to be canceled?” Panicked, wild scenarios begin to fly through your mind. “Did you marry someone else on your travels and they’ve arrived today? Have you been caught smuggling? Are you a wanted man? Did something happen this morning?”

Dale looks taken aback. He blinks at you. “Wha-? No, no—none of that.”

You feel some exasperation mixing with your frustration as he continues to talk around whatever he’s worried about. You’ve done this dance every day for weeks now and you are so, so tired of it. “Then what? I thought,” you swallow, hating how small your voice has gotten. You clear your throat and try again. “I thought you wanted this—wanted our marriage.”

“I do!” The words burst out of him, surprising you. How can he say so when he’s the one who is ruining it. He continues more quietly, as if the volume was what shocked you, “I do, but you don’t know…” He trails off again, looking away.

“Then tell me,” you plead, taking another step closer. Only another step or two and you could touch him. You could try in vain to keep him from leaving you. 

“I,” he starts, looking at you and away again. “A few weeks ago, there was a… I mean to say that I,” he begins again, obviously having difficulty getting the words out. At least you can see he’s truly making the attempt this time. “Well, not me, but he…” Is this something the original Dale had done that was coming back to ruin everything? That was what you hoped for, in a strange way, because at least it would mean that this Dale still might want you. That whatever prompted this was out of his control. That maybe you could fix whatever it was. “I care about you,” he finally says, his eyes bright, bright blue as they meet yours squarely once more and your breath catches at the genuine sentiment in his voice, “more than I ever thought I would, but I’m not who you think I am.” He takes another deep breath and says bluntly, “Dale of Northridge died weeks ago and then I possessed his body.”

Everything seems to screech to a halt as he stares at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand. Aside from the relief at finally hearing him say it out loud, you don’t. Understand, that is. “Yes…” you say slowly, nodding. “And…?” You’re still waiting for him to complete the thought. To tell you what he’s been building to. Prompting him seemed to help before. “Did you eat someone a few weeks ago and have just now been discovered? Did something you forgot come back to cause problems now?”

“What?” Now Dale looks nearly as confused as you feel. It makes you want to scream in frustration because he’s the one doing this—he has to be the one that knows what is going on. “No, I don’t think you understand.” He talks more slowly, like you’re not hearing his words right. “I’m not human, I’m a demon.” He once again appears to brace himself for your reaction, but you still don’t get it.

Maybe you aren’t hearing him right, but that’s never happened before. Is this some new demonic power or collateral influence? “Yes, I know,” you reply just as deliberately. You enunciate as you ask, “But what did you do that means we can not be wed?”

“You must not be comprehending my words.” He seems to be aware of the issue, getting frustrated himself. He runs his fingers through his long dark hair before he takes on a consoling tone, “I know it is a great shock to find out your fiance is now a demon—”

“What?” You stare at him because is that what he thinks you are getting caught on? You put your hands on your hips and can’t say anything except, “Of course, I know you’re a demon.”

“What?” He leans back, eyes wide. “No.” Dale shakes his head. “How could you know that?”

“Did you think you’ve been doing an exemplary job of hiding it?” The response bursts out of you before you can help it. Because no, this cannot be the conversation you’re having. It can’t be. “How about we begin with how the human Dale was obviously interested in demonology and black market dealing. How excited he was the night before this,” you gesture to Dale’s entire body, “happened. How sick you were after and your memory issues. The fact that you occasionally have more eyes than is proper and your influence on shadows and the claws. You’ve had a tail at times, for stars’ sake!”

“Oh.” Dale’s voice is small and his eyes big as he stares down at you, clearly at a loss for words.

You’ve seemingly found a well of words with which to rebuke him. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to conceal your nature?” You take a step forward, unable to contain your ire and incredulity. He takes one back. “It is not as easy as you must believe to distract people from wriggling shadows and additional eyes and all the strange things you say. Did you really believe I didn’t know? That you were hiding it that well?”

“Well, I don’t know.” Dale sounds more flustered than you’ve ever heard him. “Humans are so oblivious most of the time!”

“Not that oblivious!”

Dale throws his hands up. “Well, no one’s instigated a purge, have they? And Grandfather and Grandmother don’t know, do they?”

Your heart rate is slowly returning to normal and you grudgingly admit, “No. Although Grandfather did think I’d cursed you for a couple weeks.”

“He thought you cursed me?” 

“Yes!” you reply, exasperated that he didn’t even know. “After the hunt, where you did light knows what with the boar, he became convinced that I had cursed you or ensnared you with my ‘potions’. Perhaps while you were still recovering from your supposed illness. As a supposed practitioner of dark ritual or maybe even a summoner, he kept trying to exorcise me, which I had to make sure didn’t accidentally affect you.” When Dale just looks at you, obviously hearing this or putting the pieces together for the first time you can’t help, but feel as if you might be the one who has lost their mind. “You must remember when he practically threw a glass of holy water on us?”

Dale’s brow furrows. “…I did think that was a bit odd.”

You snort. “Yes, I would wager so.” Slowly, you realize you're laughing. You put a hand to your mouth but all it does is muffle the sound. Dale looks newly worried but you can’t stop. “I can’t believe you didn’t know that I knew.” Collapsing into a chair, you cover your face in your hands as you try to regain your composure. 

How is this happening? How had you managed to get so far along without realizing he didn’t know that you knew? Who does that say more about him or you?

After a moment or two, you sense him near you and he asks, “Are you alright?” He sounds so concerned, like he’s still worried the knowledge of what he is, even if it isn’t new to you, might be capable of breaking your mind or whatever he feared would happen.

“Yes, yes,” you finally sit back up, blinking in the light as you attempt to reassure him. “I will be. I simply need a moment.” Dale hesitates from where he’s leaning over you before turning to fetch a cup of water. Haltingly, he holds out to you. “Thank you,” you say as you wipe away the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes while laughing.

You sip it carefully as you pull the tattered remains of your composure around yourself once more. Dale watches you take the first couple of sips before he begins to pace in obvious agitation. He’s clearly waiting for you to finish the glass before saying whatever is so clearly on his mind. You’re content to take your time and make him wait after everything he’s put you through, seemingly without even realizing what you were doing.

After a minute, you set the glass down deliberately and Dale comes to a stop in front of you. “I don’t…” he starts to say before changing his mind. “If you know, then why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” you ask. He’s the one constantly doing incomprehensible things.

“Marrying me!” he says, rather emphatically, as though it should be obvious. He runs his hands through his hair. “Going through with this wedding! I don’t understand.” He sounds desperate to understand.

You feel of heat gather high on your cheeks, not having expected to have a light shown on your own actions so directly. “What do you mean? We’re betrothed. Getting married is the expected course of action.”

He gives you a flat look that says you’re not fooling him. “Try once more. I admit there were certain times where I did think you…” He looks at you, a distant look in his eyes as he remembers whatever particular instance. “Where I did think that you knew. Half a dozen times, I was sure you knew,” he continues, eyes intent once more, “but you didn’t do anything about it! You never revealed me or tried to exorcise me or even demand any sort of recompense for keeping it secret. You merely continued on as we had. You were still there, at my side.” He sighs and he looks so tired again. “And so I thought I must be wrong, that you couldn’t know.”

You're not sure what to say in the face of his conviction that you knowing what he is and you continuing to associate with him were so unlikely he’d discounted it out of hand. He made it sound like tolerating or using him was the most he’d expected. “I…”

“And you’re afraid of demons!” The words burst out of him. “So why would—?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you reply because that’s certainly true. If the manner in which the shadows behind Dale are writhing in distress are any indication, the reassurance can’t hurt. You’re worried about how his nature makes life more complicated and what other people might do, but you’re long past the point of fearing he’d physically injure you on purpose.

“I heard you and Grandfather talking about Two,” Dale replies, as if that proves something. “How you feared them because of what they were. That night, when I remembered what I’d heard, I changed my mind again about what you knew.”

You stare at him before saying slowly, “Dale, I was afraid of Two because they were trying to kidnap and murder us. Their being a demon made them more dangerous, so yes, that made me fear them more than the others. You were who knows where fighting them on your own and I was worried about you.” If you thought Dale looked confused before, he looks downright confounded now. You keep talking, relishing in the opportunity to finally speak honestly about the attack, “However, you being a demon makes you stronger, which reassured me. I couldn’t say anything else because of Grandfather’s attitude, but I did not grow up in Northridge. I may not have met a demon before, but I didn’t live anywhere with the rigorous, studied suspicion and fear that Northridge cultivates.”

“The rest of the world is not Northridge,” Dale acknowledges having composed himself, “but it is not charitable in its view either. And it is not wrong in that opinion. I’ve been on the Surface before. No one has ever treated me in the manner you have after learning what I am. It was impossible to reconcile the person I got to know with someone who would want what humans understand demons to be.”

It’s not as though you can’t follow where he’s coming from. You haven’t told anyone else about what he is for a reason beyond just what Grandfather and Grandmother. You’d never even seriously considered telling any of your siblings because you know they wouldn’t understand. You want to ask further about the personal experience he’s alluding to but that isn’t what matters at this moment. “I…” You take a breath and finally say the obvious truth that you’ve never been able to say directly, even if you alluded to the sentiment right after the attack. “I do want to marry you.” Dale looks thunder-stuck. “Far more than I ever wanted to marry Dale before you took his place.”

“You do?” You’ve never seen Dale look so completely bewildered. “Why?”

“Because he was a selfish, mean, entitled prick.” The plain, honest words slip out without thought and Dale’s eyes widen. “Because you’re not. I like you.” You swallow and continue, “I think we get along well. I would have tolerated marrying him. You make me look forward to marriage.” 

It's a weight lifted to finally say those words, but they inevitably bring up your own confusion, your own lack of understanding of this Dale’s motivations and you can’t pass up the opportunity to ask. “But this is not just about why I have stuck to this facade. Why have you?” You still have no notion of what a demon might want. You’d only barely convinced yourself that Dale wanted this partnership since he was going along with it. He isn’t now. So perhaps you don’t know anything at all. “You could have stolen all you could from Dale and then disappeared to live your own life about a week after being here. You don’t have to be, to be,” you search for the words to define what’s he’s been doing, especially knowing he’s not been working toward the same end goal as you, “taking part in all these events, and playing dutiful grandson with Grandfather, Grandmother, or all the others.” You take a deep breath and add, with only a small shake to your voice, “Or being with me. Why are you still here?”

Dale opens his mouth, but no sound comes out as he stares at you.

Your shoulders slump in the face of his inability to give any reason, let alone a compelling one. “Although, I suppose there is no more wedding, is there? You’ve called it off, for all you haven’t left or told me why.” The prospect of the fall-out to come leaves you exhausted and hurt already. “I assume that leaving will be your next move.”

“No, no,” Dale starts to protest, “I…” Something changes in his expression as he searches for the words to say and this time, they come out steady, “Originally, I stayed because it was easy. I thought the best stroke of luck I’d had in my existence was when that imbecile broke himself opening an unguarded portal and I’d won the fight for his body.”

“Oh.” It had never even occurred to you that there might have been such an event. No matter what he does next, you’re grateful this demon is the one who won too.

“It’d been so long since I’d been up on the Surface,” Dale says wistfully. “I didn’t have a plan beyond getting here. I suppose, at first, I had considered taking what I could and leaving to make my own life. Except…” Your breath, your future hangs on that “except.” “I enjoy it here. Northridge, I mean, not just being out of the Depths. It’s somewhat impossible to know how much is experience and how much is borrowed memory, but I care for Grandfather and Grandmother. And for you. What is here in Northridge is more than I’d hoped for. A safe den, a loyal clan, a bountiful territory, an exemplary mate. Why would I go searching for better when it seemed I’d already found all I could want?”

“Truly?”

“Yes.”

Dale seems so sincere but that only brings your mind back to what prompted this conversation. “Then why are you trying to stop the wedding?”

“Because I thought you didn’t know!” he protests. “I told myself that since I’d never out-right lied to you, that was good enough.” He sighs. “But I realized if my only reason for not telling you who you were even marrying was because you might make a choice I didn’t want, that it was rather despicable.”

You can’t help, but ask the obvious. “Then why didn’t you simply tell me instead of calling the wedding off?”

“Because I’m selfish too,” Dale says, “and I couldn’t bear for you to know the truth and look at me like—.” He breaks off, shaking his head.

He’s returned to not meeting your eyes. Tension has crawled back up his spine to settle in his shoulders. His arms are crossed and he still seems one wrong word away from running. As if Dale’s still waiting for you to reject him. Perhaps you need to make up for all the times you didn’t speak up before. It seems like a fair concession if the hope blooming in your chest is proven true. 

You stand up from your chair, crossing the remaining distance between you and Dale. You place gentle hands on his forearms and they loosen under your touch. Carefully you push those crossed arms down until they hang by his sides where you can entwine your fingers with his. You take advantage of the height he has on you to look up into his eyes, not even surprised to find more than just two. “Well, I do know.” Those glowing blue eyes stare back down at you with the same hope reflected in them. “And I still want to marry you. If you do.”

Dale’s answer is immediate and earnest, “I do. I want that. I want the life we spoke of building more than anything else I’ve ever thought to want.”

You nod, a smile breaking out across your face. “Good. Go-” He cuts you off with a kiss, which starts out light but grows in pressure when you kiss him back. He tries to lift a hand to your face, but instead the back of your own hand still held in his touches your cheek instead. You pull back to see the pout he makes as he stares at his hand, obviously unsure of whether to let yours go or to keep holding on. 

The sound of a door opening above you followed by disgruntled voices pops the bubble of privacy you’d been enclosed in. You sigh. “While we still need to have a full conversation, I think it can wait for tonight at the least, yes?” Dale nods eagerly. “Then I must return to getting ready.”

“And I must assure Grandfather my ‘bout of childish insanity’ is indeed over. I’ve never seen him so furious.” At the look of surprise on your face, Dale smiles. “Regardless of what he thought before, Grandfather certainly thinks well of you now. He repeatedly told me that this would be the worst decision I ever made if I went through with it. He’s refused to even tell Grandmother, more out of fear for me than for her.”

High on emotion and relief, you giggle, too pleased that Grandfather spoke so strongly in your favor. “Did he?”

“Yes,” Dales says as he leads you to the study door. “And it's not as though I could provide a solid defense when I knew he was right.” He pulls you into a solid embrace before letting you go with a final kiss pressed to your forehead. 

You pull the door open without looking away from him, not able to resist asking for one last reassurance, “Your word that you will be there at the other end of the aisle?”

Dale smiles. “Yes, sana, I give you my word that I will let nothing stand in the way of our wedding, not even myself.”

[Part Thirty-One]

[burreauxsworld]

Oddly specific ask or request😂: boyfriend Joe when you get an IUD…I had a rough experience with it and I was like curled up on the shower floor hahaha but maybe he comes in and finds you and then gets you out of the shower and just takes care of you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Girl I feel you. I have the nexplanon and I’m having nothing but problems with it. Ugh being a woman sucks.

~~~

Joe came home from practice to an oddly silent house. Which was confusing because your car was in the garage and you told him you’d be home all day. Furrowing his brows, he drops his duffle bag by the door.

“Babe?” He calls out, but doesn’t get a response. “Y/N?” He calls again. “Are you home?” He calls out. Finding your keys on the hook, he begins to get worried. Why weren’t you answering him? And where the hell are you?

He then heard a loud thump upstairs. He darts toward the stars, taking them two at a time. “Y/N?!” He yells out, frantically. He can hear the shower running in the master suite, and the faint sound of your crying through the door.

He urgently moves across the room to the bathroom door, and pushes it open with ease. “Holy shit,” he says, pushing the glass door open, after finding you in the floor in tears. “Baby, did you fall?! Are you okay?!” He shuts off the water and licks you up bridal style.

“The cramps are so bad, Joey. Make them stop” you sob, curling into the fetal position with your arms clutched around your stomach. His face softens, but the concern is still evident. “You need to call your doctor. That thing isn’t doing any good for you. All it’s doing is causing you pain” Joe says, brushing your wet hair from your face.

“The pills don’t work for me. All they do is make me fat, and I almost got pregnant on the nuva ring. This is literally our only option” you wince. Joe sighs. “I can’t keep watching you be in pain like this. What if I hadn’t came home when I did? You’d be laying in there by yourself” Joe reasons, and you finally turn to look at him.

“We’ll figure out an alternative but you can’t keep pushing yourself to go through this. I can’t let you go through this because of me” Joe says, planting a kiss on you forehead. You frown. “I’ll call her tomorrow,” you promise. Joe nods, as he helps you sit up.

“I’m gonna get dressed and then go make us some dinner-“

“I’m gonna order in. You can get dressed if you want to, but you’re not moving from that spot” Joe tells you, his voice firm. “Let me take care of everything tonight. You just relax”

[wjehfshs]

Ghosts train NSFW with these fuckers

+Kick

NSFW, if you don’t know what a train is, please look it up before reading this, exhibitionism, I’m so tried rn, everything in this is consensual, Logan and Keegan are rough asf in this, Elias chews them out for it in the end lmao

Merrick goes first (I personally think he’s the oldest so he’d go first)

Makes you get yourself off by riding him as he keeps your chest flush against his clothed one

Literally too lazy to take off his shirt just keeps it on as he unzips his pants

Runs his hands up and down the curve of your back

And sometimes your thighs

Sometimes he’ll just sit back and let you do the work

Even though he is lazy he praises you the whole time

Prefers for you to set your own pace, especially since you’re just starting

Ajax goes next

Eats you out (regardless of sex) while you’re lying down on the couch, completely naked

Doesn’t care about himself, just you

He can jerk himself off once he hands you to the next person

Also may I add, he is the god at giving head

Proudly wears your cum on his face

(If you have a dick he’ll wipe it off your stomach and lick it)

Mumbling to himself how good you taste

Kick is next up

Also makes you ride him, but instead he’s holding your hips and moving you instead of making you move yourself

Actually takes his shirt off unlike Merrick (although he doesn’t take his pants off, just unzips them and slides them down a bit)

He gives me vibes of either really mean or whimpers, no in between

If he’s mean, he’ll slap your ass occasionally and slam you down on him

Or on the other side he’s practically using you as a toy unintentionally, throwing his head back and whining frfr

If you can get pregnant he’ll pull out and cum on your thighs

But if you can’t he’s def finishing inside

I think we can all agree that Logan and Keegan are teaming up

Spitroast

First it’s Keegan in your mouth and Logan pounding into you

Then they switch right before you cum

Leave just enough time between switches to have to build up to that point of cumming

They will absolutely bruise your insides and throat

Get off to the sounds as well

They try to fuck you as hard as they can to put on a show

Hair pulling, deep throating, you name it

(But if you don’t want your hair pulled/don’t have hair, it’s instead a hand around your throat)

After around 3 times of switching Hesh gets impatient and tells them to hurry up or else he’s snatching you away from them

Both of them cum on your face after you’ve finished

When Hesh finally gets his hands on you, he’s so soft

Makes sure to wipe all the cum off you before kissing up and down your body

Kisses any red spots from hickeys or something

He’s so soft, treats you like a porcelain doll

Will try to make you as comfortable as possible, knowing how you just got absolutely ruined

Although once you’ve finished for the last time that night, he can’t help himself but cum all over your stomach and smear some on your lips/face

Aftercare is Merrick carrying you bridal style to your room (makes sure no one else sees you) while you’re covered in a blanket

Sits you down in the shower and washes you up

Eventually he lets Ajax and Kick take over

Washing your hair and making sure there’s nothing left on (or in) you

Eventually they get you dressed into some more comfortable clothes (literally just some of their own clothes they got from their closets) and into your own bed

Holy shit you had the best sleep of your life that night

Although you did sleep in and Elias went to go wake you up

He notices the bite marks and hickeys, also not to mention now you slept in Ajax’s and Kick’s clothes

So he chews the boys out for it, once he finds out what happened

Not actually angry about you guys doing it, fine with that. Just worried they may have been too rough

Let’s you sleep in until you wake up

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #275

Today's letter is kinda early. Not as early as yesterday's for sure, but still. I'm feeling kinda empty today, for reasons I don't understand. Objectively, I had a pretty kickass day so far.

I went to my job at the bakery today. I went today instead of on Saturday because on Saturday, I gotta go to a bridal shower! I'm kinda excited about it, but also kinda nervous. I wonder how it'll play out.

Today at the bakery, I mostly just made cookies. Lots and lots of them. I put fancy paper on the baking trays, and then put all the cookies onto them in neat rows. And then I put them neatly into little boxes, and then put labels on those boxes. I'll show you some pictures of the steps, except for the labels; they obscure the view of the yumminess.

These ones are arranged in 4 rows of 6 cookies. There's candy-coated chocolate, sugar, oatmeal raisin, and chocolate chip. These racks represent 432 cookies:

I like best when I'm able to arrange them neatly enough that none of them touch each other by the time they're done baking; I did a pretty good, if somewhat imperfect job of that this time:

From there, I put them into boxes. They're supposed to be in two vertical stacks. Not knowing at the time when I packed up the candy-coated chocolate ones, I followed the pattern of the 30-count cookie packages, and put them in a single horizontal row; I'll try to do better next time:

I also arranged and baked a number of the 30-count cookies; these are arranged in 5 rows of 6 cookies, and are considerably smaller than the ones above. I made 8 total trays of these - candy-coated chocolate, oatmeal raisin, and chocolate chip, for a total of 240:

Then I put them in neat little boxes, too!

I decided to buy a package of the big chocolate chip cookies and a package of little chocolate chip cookies; J has been asking me to bring home something I made, and I wanted to see which of the kinds of chocolate chip cookies is better, so... yeah! I didn't notice much of a difference between them, but M and J seem to like the bigger ones a bit more than the little ones.

Today, I also put toppings on unbaked bagels and kaiser rolls for the first time:

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like bagels? In my world, they come with all kinds of toppings, like poppy seeds, sesame seeds, onions roasted until crispy, garlic roasted until crispy, and "everything", which is basically poppy seeds, sesame seeds, crispy roasted garlic, and salt.

...I still want a seeded pumpernickel everything bagel one of these days. I have no idea why I've never seen any such bagel anywhere before. Its absence seems like it should be a crime.

...I embarrassed myself taking that last picture, though. You see, the person whose shoes are in the above picture was the really tall guy who got me my work shirts (I dunno if you remember me mentioning this). Well... apparently, he is the assistant manager of my whole store. And he came in asking which "service theme" of the day is. Today's is apparently "Thankful Thursday"; you're supposed to find reasons to thank the customer, I guess.

...But like... I already do that. Because the regular practice of gratitude is, at this point, part of my nature. When someone comes up to the counter to ask for something, I like to say what I am thinking, and what I'm thinking, in pretty much every interaction, is "Thank you for your patience!" and "Thank you for stopping by!"

...I feel like it's important to be grateful for little things, regardless of the day of the week it is. So I didn't memorize today's label. And so...

...First, I was focused on taking the picture of the bagels to show to you; we had done all the work for today, so there was literally nothing else to do, and I'm proud enough of what I do that I want to show it to you. And also, I know that I am not anybody important, and so I didn't expect to be spoken to. And also... the radio was on pretty loud, and the fans were buzzing in the background; between all these factors, I literally did not register the gentleman's words, or Ma's words because they were having a conversation that I didn't think I was supposed to be part of. Unless my name is spoken, I tend to assume other people's words are, in my mother's words, "none of [my] FUCKING business, nosy-ass!"

...In days past, accidentally overhearing adults speaking when I wasn't the one being spoken to was a punishable offense - yes, even when they're speaking loudly enough to be heard through the whole trailer or apartment or small car. But also, failure to intuitively know when I am the one being spoken to and failure to respond accordingly is also a punishable offense. Figure that one out. Oh wait - you CAN'T, because the only objective, really, was just to have an excuse to use me as a physical, verbal, or emotional punching bag no matter which fucking way I turn.

...I digress...

...In any case, not only did he have to repeat his question (Auditory Processing Delay is quite literally one of the more socially awkward brain glitches one can get born with, and I hate it...), but also... I didn't know the answer to his question, because... again, I don't restrict my gratitude practice to just one day out of the week. I'm gonna find reasons to thank the folks who come up to see us regardless of if it's Thursday or Saturday, or whatever other day of the week it might be.

...All the same... I'm sure I lost social face for this. I was probably perceived as an inattentive, uncaring, disrespectful, and irresponsible employee, despite the fact that nothing could be further from the truth; I might be clumsy, awkward, inexperienced, and a bit spacey, but I'm also diligent, conscientious, precise, and committed to improving.

...But of course, if I go up to him and try to explain, the only thing that'll happen is I'll be perceived as either needlessly anxious or as someone who makes excuses to dodge accountability; I've lived long enough to know how shit fucking works in my world. And I've lived long enough to understand that as an autistic person... there's really no way to win in any social scenario, ever.

...Sometimes I really resent neurotypicals and their bullshit social standards. I despise disingenuousness and insincere social courtesies. I can't fucking stand it. I don't like living my life wrapped up in a cocoon of "polite" white lies and contrived social rites. I don't like how quick neurotypicals are to pass their sanctimonious fucking judgment and to make weird fucking assumptions even when they don't have all the goddamn context or facts. And I don't like how their assumptions don't change, even when you DO give them the context and the facts; instead, they'll usually just assume you're trying to bullshit them, and they'll dig their goddamn heels into their initial assumption even further, and it's just... it's unfair and insufferable, is what it is. There's really no fucking candycoating it.

So today, my reputation as a "good" employee was probably irreparably tarnished in the eyes of someone higher up in the corporate hierarchy, just because I was caught off guard precisely ONE time, and because instead of practicing contrived gratitude specifically on Thursdays, I practice genuine gratitude every day. And it just... it seems kinda fucked up.

...But it is what it is. I'm gonna have to just deal with it.

...Or maybe I'll try writing a letter. Maybe that'll be better. Despite the words you see here, I can't really speak for shit, especially when I'm nervous; that's also part of the autism, I'm afraid.

Maybe I'll do that. Maybe I'll do that, and then I'll do some Dead Cells about it. It'll be here, when I'm all done:

...As always, thanks for listening. Or... reading, as it were.

I love you. And I'll write again to you tomorrow. So please stay safe out there, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[pernesophe]

CW: suicidal ideation, divorce, SA, depression

I turned 27 this year and tbh only now do I have even the semblance of the life 12yo - 18yo me desired. I’m thinking about that today cause teen life was really shitty and I was in one of those situations where my life wasn’t stable because of the environment I was in. I was suicidal for years and truly thought once I turned 18 I would either kms or literally fuck off into the void away from my family.

Not that I didn’t want them in my life - I really really did - it’s just that I didn’t think I’d ever be happy with them in my life.

At 16 is when my life really blew up between being SA’d and taking him to court, to my parents divorce which landed me in a blended family (without my siblings), to my best friend moving away, to moving in with my 23yo boyfriend at 17 to get away from my family. That’s when I did start to pull away and stopped talking to my family. For about 2+ years.

Since then to now - at 27 years old - I can’t say it was easy, or linear, or that I even really wanted to keep going at times. But I’m glad I did.

10 years and some change of punching clocks at shitty jobs, at running around with people who didn’t care about me, of fighting to make my family really hear me… 10 years of just struggling.

But after all that - and don’t get me wrong, some days I’m still just surviving- but after all that I’m sitting on my couch working from home today. My partner is chilling in our bedroom playing RuneScape and I have Black Clover on in the background. Tonight I’m making zatarans in the home we’ve built together, and I’m currently sipping on a homemade cappuccino.

On Tuesday I’m heading 3 states away with 5 boxes of supplies and a suitcase to throw my best friend’s bachelorette and bridal shower. I got a call last weekend that my brother and his wife are pregnant (I’m gonna be an aunt)! My sister is getting married in October and I couldn’t be more thrilled for her. I see my parents on a monthly to bi-monthly basis for dinner, and I throw monthly dinners for a few of my friends so we don’t lose track of each other.

27 year old me is just grateful to 12yo me all the way to 26yo me. Each one of them stuck it out and survived to get me where I am right now, and I just think that was pretty bad ass of them.

[misledyouth222]

Over My Head (Better Off Dead) - Sum 41

I am a really bad friend. Unless someone’s in front of me all the time, my follow through is non-existent.

I met probably my bestest friend that I’ll have ever had in my entire life freshman year of high school. We hit it off right away - she was a friend of a friend, and we very quickly squashed the mutual friend and were basically inseparable. We had almost everything in common (my musical tastes leaned more hardcore and pop punk, hers more radio rock that was popular in the early 00s), shared the same insecurities. We were both introverts who stayed home all weekend and watched Invader Zim together in the phone.

We ended up dating another set of best friends junior year. I had a huge thing for mine for the entire year before, and during the summer started hanging out more and things fell into place. His best friend went to a different school, and they became closer and things fell into place. That summer && the following months were a blast. The four of us did (almost) everything together. My parents with their strict af outlook on parenting, I did miss out on a lot when they would hang out just the three of them, but I was used to it, and always got the recap of the idiot things they did.

While me and my boyfriend broke up by Christmas, she and her boyfriend went strong af. We were all still friends though, I just wasn’t “his girlfriend anymore” (literally nothing else changed, I slept with him constantly for the next two years). We went on our senior beach trip together. The first time I got drunk off margaritas was with them, at her older brothers house who supplied us our supplies.

We graduated, and spent the summer hanging out. I was going one place - she was going another. She and her boyfriend came over the night before I left, and as much of a happy face as I put on, I was so sad to be leaving her behind.

Her mom passed around spring break. I had already planned a trip to go to the other coast with my ***~^stupid ab*s*ve boyfriend who cut me off from all my friends I went to college with~~^***, and knew I couldn’t make it. I was devastated I couldn’t be there for her, but there was no way to cancel this stupid fucking trip without a huge blowout argument, full of threats that I’d be all by myself without him (bc he drove all of my friends off).

Things weren’t the same after that. I didn’t have a car, so that summer was spent in my childhood bedroom, talking to no one bc I had no one left. I didn’t know how to talk to her again without feeling a huge load of guilt on my shoulders, and she didn’t call. We kept up through social media, but never really hung out again.

She got married to her high school sweetheart on their 10th anniversary, in the summer. I hadn’t seen them in so long, and had just finally rid my life of the ^**~~fkface!**~, and was determined to make this friendship work again. I was an adult. I had a car. They didn’t live that far away.

I didn’t talk to her again until our very lame (I cannot believe I even went to this goddamn thing) 10 year high school reunion. She texted me, asking if I was going (of course we still had the same numbers from high school), and I told her I was on the fence but would if she did. We went, it was the lamest thing I’ve ever participated in. They met my now husband, and really liked him. We reminisced about high school, like the time we played strip poker on vacation, and the time her husband gave us a fashion show in some skirt he found lying around the house. We promised to keep in better touch. She went home, I went home.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I haven’t talked to her since, it’s almost been another 10 years. We keep up on social media still - she’s a nurse now, and looks so happy with her nurse friends and they go on fun, adult adventures like baby showers and bridal things. I go on juvenile adventures with my husband and right here friends, and we double-tap each other’s posts.

My best friend in the world is a stranger now. I was convinced that we’d be friends 4eva, be each other’s maids of honor at our weddings, act stupid and do stupid shit together until we were old and gray and senile.

I know that I can reach out, god knows she’s still got the same number from high school (as do I). But I feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness, because I didn’t keep my end of the bargain up. Sure, she didn’t either, but in a way it was my turn to start again, throw the feelers out, reach out more. It was me who said, and I quote, “I fucking miss you, let’s do this more often, not under the guise of a lame ass high school reunion.”

I don’t know if she misses my friendship as much as I do. Probably not, as most normal folks move on with their lives, and I have the said trait I inherited from my mother of constantly thinking over the past, wondering what would have happened if this went this way, or that went that way. I wish this was the only example of my shitty friend-ness, but it’s more of a beginning of a sad road of scorched earth I’ve left behind.

If she texted me tomorrow, I’d be there in a goddamn heartbeat. ❣️

(I had to edit the fuck outta this entry. I did not know my life was so ~*ScAnDaLoUs*~)

[weeping-laurels]

I had swim lessons with E today after posting made me realize we haven’t done it in a while. It’s so cold out, I wore leg warmers over my jeans and he made fun of me for it when I showed up at the rec center.

I don’t know how to swim, ever since I almost drowned in a pool as a little kid I’ve had a phobia of swimming and pools, especially of submerging my head or face underwater or even of getting water splashed in my face. I was eleven when I first overcame my fear of putting my face under the shower head (I got my period that year and convinced myself I was a woman and needed to suck it up). But that’s different.

I like pools, just can’t go near the 5 ft mark and hug the sides to stay away from splashing kids. Even worse, I’m hard of hearing and have to take out my hearing aids to swim. Not being able to hear very well adds to the scariness and my reluctance to learn with just anyone. So E’s been giving me swim lessons this winter, starting with exposure therapy.

We started with him leading me to the middle of the pool, so that I had nothing to grab onto but him (try me). He would take handfuls of water and pour it over my head. The first time he did it, I panicked and lunged backward, then I lost my footing and started falling back into the water when he grabbed me really quickly by the waist and lifted me up. I was literally crying into his shoulder for minutes and he had to wait for me to calm down. I’ve gotten better at getting my face wet, but I still panic a bit, so we’re still not on let’s try holding your breath underwater terms.

We learned the best way for me to do it when he told me, “just hold on to me and don’t let go, and close your eyes.” Holy moly… it only works ‘cause the butterflies eat up the flight response.

The thing about E is he doesn’t make me feel silly for being scared of water splashing my face or for being slow to getting comfortable with the pool. He’s very attentive and calm, pays attention to when I’m doing good and when I’m not. He’s always close to me, always holding on to me and he keeps his face close to mine so I can hear him talking. God, his constant eye contact is so sexy it makes me wanna just…melt into a puddle. A hydrophobic puddle.

Today we were goofing off and I splashed him and dared him to do it back. He gave me a look like seriously? Yeah, I told him. Come on, do it! And he just… disappeared into the water. And I freaked out, because I was staring at him not knowing what he was going to do, and then he went underneath me and picked me up and swung me around bridal style while I shouted at him and…I was inches away from kissing him. I leaned in, he knew it too, and I realized what I was doing and let go of him. So embarrassed, I said I was sorry and he just looked at me and said, “You’re OK” with that look he gives when he’s hurt, like when he and Kay fought and I found him eating lunch alone in our teacher’s room. His eyebrows get all furrowed and he squints. I literally do not know what that means.

He asked me if I was okay, probably because I had this look on my face. I told him that I was fine, but if he wanted to go early I understood. He joked, “no, Dani, I wanna stay. Don’t make me go.” Like. Dani. My friends call me Dani but this is the first time he’s ever called me that.

I told him I needed an E break. Joked, “why don’t you just swim around, aren’t you, like, good at that?” and left for the bathroom with my towel. We’re the only two people around. We’re always alone because it’s the winter and no one wants to use the heated pool if it means going out into the cold after. So I was all alone with my feelings, and feeling like an idiot. And after a while he knocked on the door asking if I wanted my bag. I had him come in.

We just talked about how I’ve been stressed lately (lie) and I haven’t been acting like myself (lie) and making dumb decisions (truth). And he told me: “That wasn’t a dumb decision.” And I told him that wasn’t fair, and that he should go so I could change. And I couldn’t fucking hear but I swear he said “should I go?” and I told at him to repeat himself and he said he wouldn’t. I changed out of my swimsuit (which, by the way, is a two-piece bikini that’s like a sports bra and shorts), felt guilty for wearing it, judged how I looked naked, imagined him naked, sighed and changed and let him drive me home. We barely talked, but when I got home he smiled and said he’ll see me tomorrow. Dani.

Fuck. What? HELP.

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Okay so my friend has been informed

Now for the full story leading up to this

So I was invited to this old country house for a wedding shower I think? Or it was mine…? No, I was a bridesmaid

And my best friend and I were having a bit of a laugh like 10 and Donna in the Unicorn and the Wasp episode 😂

Welp

There was a murder or some sort of crime and this bit is where it gets fuzzy, but I’m pretty sure someone was using time technology to commit it because the guests got split into two dimensions, two versions of the same house. My best friend got trapped as a wood carving/painting on the trunk of a tree which was very funny seeing them animated like a shadow puppet XD

*bickering between Star and bestie about magic and fairytales ensues*

“no magic can’t exist”

“ *pfffft* Star listen just because magic is haraam doesn’t mean it can’t exist in fact I thought that confirms it exists 😌”

“No, it can’t exist because we’re in an Agatha Christie/sci fi story and that would be a dumb genre shift and kind of nonsensical”

Anyway we free the guests from the other dimension I think I manage to free my friend from the tree, all a bit blurry, but we still don’t know who did all of it. At the same time the bridal girls are getting dress fittings with this old Italian tailor who lives at this country house, so I have to go get a dress fitting. I have a bit of a girly princess moment because it turns out he makes these intricate versions of Disney Princess cosplays and I’m elated to see the Princess Ana outfit from the first movie (always found it quite cute, her winter outfit) and I try it on

The guy is this grumpy little old man sat on a chair in front of a mirror dresser sewing something small, with measuring tape around his neck and round small spectacles on. I ask him tentatively if I can have the dress because it’s so cute but apparently he’s quite touchy about giving his masterpieces away.

He looks up at me, mutters in Italian and grunts in approval, before looking back down at his work. I’m so happy I squeal and give him a big hug. I decide to stay for a bit to tidy the dress room and my friends have all gotten fitted, then I get to thinking and I realise as I’m tidying up that the clues I was searching for were held in this old man’s hand. I talk casually to him about living here, turns out his family left a long time ago but he kept his tailoring business here. He’s impossibly old, like literally impossible.

And very sad. He has sad eyes. He stares down at his work, sewing… is that electric thread? He’s got some sort of impossible electronic lace in his hands.

A part of a net. Time technology, a fishing net to scoop someone out of one dimension and put them in another

And my friend… the woodcarving on the tree.. it was like they were sewn into it

Why would someone do those things except if…. They were very lonely and wanted the joy and laughter and chatter of guests to stay for good?

Magic, technology, I don’t know how my brain filled in the gaps but I know it was him, and I knew he was lonely. The murder of course wasn’t, part of the bridal party someone stupid and petty (inevitably one of my own family and I think I figured it out by the end of the dream), but the house and its tricks certainly were him.

How old is this man, I wondered. How lonely? He mentioned a granddaughter who died, how long ago was that?

I ended up telling him gently that I think he’d better hire more people, because I intend to bring lots of business to his little tailoring shop. He stopped working for a second and just nodded, his eyes glistening, and I added that he should expect me to be around too as I would like to learn from such a brilliant dressmaker.

I left the dressing room but I felt very cheerful, and ended up solving the rest of the mystery with my best friend who was *not* a tree anymore…. I think.

*wakes up all bleary eyed*

That wasn’t a sleep

That was a coma

And one with some very fun trippy dreams

Murder mystery and an Italian wedding dress tailor and my best friend turned into a print on a tree as they try to help me solve the mystery

I have to go tell my friend about her bit in the dream as well though it was interesting

[nowitswetme]

Aftercare - after Dean

Word Count: ~1040 (oops again. haha.)

Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain. His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat. 

Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten. You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.

Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower. But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways. He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses). Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm. 

Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.

And then sometimes you both need more time and connection before you’re ready to be done with the night’s comforts, physically or emotionally. The more intense and feral the filthy pleasures were, the softer Dean tends to be afterwards, babying you with gentle touches and murmured phrases of care and concern. How ya feelin’, Sweetness? Did I go too hard tonight? You’re so fuckin’ amazing. I don’t deserve you, y/n. How bout I put you right again, yeah? Tell me where you’re sore. C’mon, Sweetness. Let’s get you cleaned up and rubbed down.

He never wants you to think that you’re anything but utterly precious to him, so he’s extra careful on nights when he’s just gotten done fucking you like you’re a plaything. Part of him still balks a little at letting loose on you like that, but he knows that surrendering every last little piece of yourself to him so fully makes you feel profoundly connected and thoroughly taken care of and wholly his. So he revels in it. And he makes sure the time he spends on you afterwards reinforces that exquisite intimacy too. 

He defaults to things like sudsy showers with the fancy-scented body wash and modest massages with warm oil that coax your muscles to loosen up, and never without a constant stream of sweet, heartfelt comments that you know he really means. He’s always been skilled with his hands and his words, so using those things to lavish you with love just comes naturally to him. 

You’re so good to me, Sweetness. So good and so precious. I’m gonna keep you forever, y/n. He carries you bridal style into the big shower and sets you under the stream of water that he’s made sure is the perfect temperature. He works his fingers tenderly over your body, subtly starting to work on your sore muscles as he gets you clean. You’re usually leaning against him a bit because your legs are still far from steady, and he takes advantage of the full-body closeness to get every last inch of you ready for bed. He shuts off the water and wraps you in one of the giant, fluffy towels he bought especially for you, chuckling when you tell him how sleepy you are. You’re perfect, y/n. You know that, right? More perfect for me than I could ever have dreamed up in my wildest fantasies. He lays you face down on the bed and gets your favorite massage oil worked in as he uses his strong, skilled hands to relax you so much that your muscles start to feel magically weightless. You were amazing tonight, sweet girl. Gorgeous and soft and everything I need. I’m so damn lucky to have you, y/n. I love you. So much.

He says it, and he means it – that soft, genuine I love you. There’s no snark or seductive charm to it – just honest vulnerability and naked trust. And the unspoken affirmation that you’ve made him whole again. It’s the time he’s most open with you – when he’s high on endorphins and staring at your blissed out beauty and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. Oh, I know I am, Sweetness. No question.

Right before you drift off into unconsciousness, he slips one of his old band t-shirts over your head and helps you get tucked into him in that perfect way that makes you feel like you’re both one intricately melded person, instead of two.

And he knows that you think he does it all for you. That he’s loving on you with pampering gestures and lavish praise because it makes you feel like you’re his whole world. As you should, y/n. You are. You and Sam. But the truth is, Dean loves it just as much as you do. He cherishes getting to cherish you. Getting to have someone be so wonderfully, deeply in love with him that you trust him to put you back together without a single second thought. I’ll never understand it, Sweetness – the love you have for me. But I’m damn thankful for it. Every day. Now get some sleep, yeah? Gotta rest up for tomorrow night, ya know. I’ve got big plans for you. Big plans.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278

[pankowperfection]

Hometown

Summary: a trip to your hometown has an unexpected ending

Warnings: smut, oral (male and fem receiving), sweet sex, praise kink, 18+

A/N: this was all typed on my phone and unedited so sorry for any typos 😅

You and JJ had always been close friends, spending childhood days together running around your shared neighborhood. You’d never quite gotten the timing right, one of you interested in more when the other wasn’t. Fast forward to adult years and your lives had taken different paths, drifting apart like two ships going out to sea. You went away to college, graduating and moving far away from the shitty little town you grew up in, never really looking back. JJ stuck around, following in the footsteps of many of your classmates, finding work and trying to settle down. You chatted occasionally, nothing too deep but always staying in contact.

When you came back to visit some family, everything changed. You ran into JJ, literally, at the local store, years spent apart doing nothing to dampen how he affected you. He somehow looked better than you remembered, boyish features had turned into the hard lines of a man. His calloused hands wrapped around your arms, catching you so you didn’t fall. You noticed although he had several rings on his fingers, none appeared to be a wedding band and a spark inside you flickered with hope. “Easy sweetheart, where are you rushing off to?” Your old nickname makes your heart race, adding to the butterflies in your stomach. “Wow J, you look great. I’m just in town visiting family.” He grins down at you, hands still resting on your arms as if he’s trying to hold you steady. “You look great too y/n. Are you in a rush right now? Have time to catch up?” “Sure J, what did you have in mind?” “Follow me to my place? I’ve got some tequila I know you’ll love.” You quickly agree, heading out to your car and following his truck down the familiar roads.

He holds the door open for you as you walk into his house, space matching almost exactly what you had pictured in your mind. Minimal furniture but still cozy, the space was warm and inviting just like his personality. You head to the couch, making yourself comfortable as you watch him pour two glasses of tequila in the kitchen. You can’t help but notice how his muscles flex as he screws off the lid, only adding to the growing heat between your thighs. He sits down close enough that your legs are touching, electricity spreading through your veins. “So, how have you been?” He smiles, throwing back the liquid before scooting closer. “Look y/n, I didn’t invite you here for small talk. I’ve always wanted you, even when I was too stupid to admit it. I think you feel the same way, and I just couldn’t go on without knowing.” The walls you had built up over the years come crashing down, emotions flooding back and overtaking your system. “Took you long enough.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s kissing you, pressing you down into the cushions as his tongue explores your mouth for the first time. You moan against his lips, already drunk off the feeling of his body melded to yours.

Your legs wrap around his waist, desperate to get him closer to where you need him most. Your nails claw into his back, his loud moan only making you wetter. “Shit y/n. You’ll be the death of me.” You buck your hips up into his, curses falling from his lips at the feeling of your most intimate parts rubbing together. “I need you J. Please do something.” “Not here, hang on to me.” He stands up abruptly, picking you up bridal style, arm behind your knees as yours wrap around his neck. You take advantage of your position and shower his jaw and neck in kisses, slightly salty taste of his skin driving you wild. He places you down gently on the floor, hands sliding to the bottom of your shirt and silently asking for permission to remove it. With a nod from your head he pulls it up and off, trying not to drool at the sight of your breasts, perky and round in your bra. He takes his time, undoing the clasp and letting the straps glide slowly down your arms, almost like he’s unwrapping a very delicate present. Your nipples harden under his stare, aching for his touch already. He cups each mound gently, skilled fingers massaging your skin just right as pleasure spreads through your veins. You let out a gasp when his mouth wraps around your right bud, sucking it softly and flicking it with his tongue. “Fuck JJ, feels so good.” You feel rather than see him grin, kissing his way to your left breast and giving it equal attention.

You’re starting to get impatient, attempting to wiggle out of your shorts and panties. He grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away with a stern look. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. Let me enjoy it baby.” Your irritation melts away, hands gliding into his hair as he drops to his knees, slowly popping the button on your shorts. You can’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of him looking hungrily at the damp spot on your panties. He slowly peels the lace down your tan legs, kissing random spots on your skin and making you even wetter. Finally you’re bare before him and he looks up at you, blue eyes burning with lust and passion like you’ve never seen before. He walks you backwards, legs hitting the mattress and forcing you to sit down. He kisses a lazy trail up your thigh, breathing in the heady scent of your arousal. “God, look at you baby. Soaking wet and all for me.” “J please,” you whine, desperate for him to do something, anything to relieve the ache. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make you feel so good.”

His tongue glides slowly through your folds, groaning loudly against your core at the taste of you. Somehow knowing just what gets you off, he buries two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out slowly as his tongue lavishes your clit. He flicks your sensitive bud up and down, steadily increasing his pace as your moans and cries get louder. When he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it lightly, you explode. Back arching off the bed and thighs squeezing his face as you cum harder than ever before. The aftershocks keep coming, body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. He continues lapping softly at your core, only stopping when you force his face away. You grab him by the hair, pulling him up your body and forcing his lips back to yours. The taste of your climax on his tongue only turns you on more, groaning into his mouth when his erection presses against your sex. You attempt to roll him over, desperate to feel the heavy weight of his cock in your mouth. “Let me taste you J.” He finally gives in, resting on his elbows so he can watch you work. You decide to tease him back, trailing open mouthed kisses down his chest, taking time to kiss and lick each defined piece of ab. Your tongue teases along his V lines, giggling when he lets out a groan of frustration. The very obvious tent in his khakis looks borderline painful, straining so hard it looks like his zipper might bust. You undo the button, JJ letting out a hiss as the cool air hits his naked flesh. “Commando? Really J?” He shakes his head helplessly, silently begging for you to touch him.

You spit on your palm, wrapping your small hand around the base and enjoying the velvety feel of his hot skin. You give him a few slow pumps, marveling at how beautiful his member truly is. You can’t resist the urge to taste him, leaning over and licking the tip clean as his hips jolt upwards. His eyes are glued to your face, not convinced he isn’t dreaming that you finally have your plump lips wrapped around him. You make quick work of his shaft, swallowing him down fully until your nose touches his pelvis. “Fuck princess, taking me so well.” His praise only spurs you on, setting a quick rhythm, bobbing your head up and down as your tongue massages his length. He tangles one hand in your hair, holding it back so he has the perfect view. His moans are the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard, making your pussy ache all over again. His thighs tense under your hands, cock twitching and letting you know he’s close. You’re eager to taste his cum but he has other ideas, pulling you off him as he struggles not to blow his load. “I’m going to cum inside you sweetheart.”

He rolls your bodies again, resting on his arms as he hovers over your frame. He maintains eye contact as he nudges just the tip inside, both of you gasping at the feeling of finally being joined together. He inches in slowly, savoring the moment of your walls welcoming him inside. When he finally bottoms out you groan, never feeling quite so full in your life. “J, God. You feel so good.” “Shit baby, so do you. So tight.” He rocks his hips forwards, both of you moaning at the delicious feeling. He laces your finges together, kissing you tenderly as he starts to thrust in and out. You’re in pure bliss, incoherent words and his name tumbling from your lips as you meet his thrusts. With every push and pull of his body you soar closer to the edge, band winding tighter in your core and making your toes curl. He starts to move faster, desperate to make you fall apart for him again. “Come on sweetheart, cum on my cock.” One hand trails down between your bodies, rough fingers rubbing soft circles into your clit. Your body obeys, walls clamping around him as you cry out his name. The feeling of you clenching around him does him in, hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum.

He lays down on top of you, still hard inside as he brushes the hair out of your face. “I have another confession.” His baby blues gaze down at your face, still not believing he got lucky enough to have you at all, hoping he isn’t pushing his luck. “You can tell me anything J. What is it?” Your fingers graze his back, tracing random patterns over his taut muscles. He takes a deep breath, holding onto a small bit of hope that you feel the same. “I’m still in love with you. I know it took me a long time to say it and I hope I’m not too late.” The tears start to fall down your cheeks, overtaken with the validation of him finally admitting his feelings. “Oh JJ, you big idiot. Of course I love you too. I’ve always been in love with you.” “Aw don’t cry y/n. It’s all going to workout.” His words put you at ease in a way only he can, his thumbs also wiping away your tears. He kisses you again, unable to help himself now that he knows you have a chance. “Do you want to shower and maybe go to dinner with me?” “Sounds perfect J, let’s go.” After another round in the shower the two of you head out of the house hand in hand, future uncertain but at least you had each other.

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[niilue]

Hai! Can i request a scenario for inui with mafia but soft dom!reader?? Like the reader will overstimulate him against the wall using toys or anything until he can't walk..after that the reader will do aftercare to him like carry him in bridal style to clean or shower him and change his cloth<33♡♡ thank youuu!! A smut and it have a lil fluff, if you okay with that!!\(0v0)/

ෆ    ִ      ׁ  sub inui

cw; dom reader, fem reader, handjob, use of sex toys, pegging, overstimulation, a lot of fluff at the end.

working in bonten has its good things as well as its bad things. you had money, luxuries, good contacts and so on. but it was so tiring to work in this kind of business because of all the unpleasant things you had to do and the most important thing you didn't have much time to spend with your cute boyfriend.

inui was so perfect, he understood your situation, never judged you and made you feel like the most wonderful person in the world. you loved spending time with him, playing with his long blond hair, admiring every inch of his face, oh, and how you loved making love to him.

listening to his muffled moans, when he would ask you to touch him more, his face flushed and his breathing quickened. you loved the bundle of nerves he would become when you licked and sucked on his ear and whispered the thousand and one things you would do to him. it was all a beauty.

"god i miss him so much." you muttered looking at the paperwork.

"did you say something?" asked sanzu.

"nothing, i'm just a little tired from work, today was a hard day, I want to go home."

"yes, having to get information out of the guys who betray us or who could be cops can be exhausting. but i like to see their faces of fear and suffering." he commented as if nothing, playing with his gun.

"their screams and cries just give me a headache." you muttered apathetically. "unless it was inui's screams, it would be another story." you thought in your mind imagining a thousand things you had done with your boyfriend.

it was relatively early when you finished and you could leave, fortunately it was one of those days when you could go straight home and not stay in a hotel, because the next day you had much more work for the mafia. so with all the happiness, without anyone else noticing, you took your things and went home where a beautiful blond with green eyes was waiting for you. you loved those days where you didn't have to be dirtying your hands and playing dirty, you didn't complain about your work but many times it was desperate to be weeks doing the same thing.

you opened the door of the apartment you shared with inui, everything was calm and dark, a sign that he was still not out of his job at the motorcycle store. as a good partner you decided to arrange some things in the apartment, then you took a shower and looked for something on the television to entertain you while inui was arriving.

about half an hour passed and you heard the door open, so you got up from the couch and rushed to greet your beautiful boy.

"oh, (name), i didn't know you'd be home today." commented the blond haired boy with a smile as he came over to give you a chaste kiss of welcome and kept dropping off his things.

even all dirty and smelling of motor oil and grease, with his clothes stained from working all day with motorcycles and his hair wet from the rain outside, inui looked dazzling, with those pretty green eyes and cheeks always slightly flushed from his white complexion.

"i wanted to surprise you." you grabbed his waist and pulled him close for a kiss. you were so happy to see him that you literally wanted to eat his mouth. you licked his lip and began to move over his mouth, hungrily and roughly. you missed his soft lips too much.

"mhn, wait." said inui between kisses, he pulled away from your hungry mouth dropping a trickle of saliva from both of you.

"inui, i want to fuck you right now."

he opened his eyes in surprise at the way you said it and laughed nervously. "i'm all dirty, let me take a quick bath (name), i won't be long." the blond haired man hurried past you as he hurried down the hallway to get to the bathroom.

before he could open the bathroom door you grabbed his hand and pulled him back against the wall. "don't be mean, seishu, you missed me so much and i know you want me to fuck you too." you took a lock of his hair and arranged it so that you had access to his neck. you licked and sucked on his white skin.

"ahg."

you smiled and then began to caress his ass over his clothes, massaging every inch of it. inui was leaning against the wall with his hands and turned his head to look you in the eyes.

"you like this, don't you, inui?" you pulled him closer to you and lowered your hands gently to his crotch where you firmly grasped his member and massaged it.

"ah, (name)." the blond hair pulled his head back and bit his lips loving your touch.

you unzipped his pants and slipped one of your playful hands inside the fabric of his underwear. when you touched his hot, semi-hard cock inui snorted as if he had been waiting for this for a long time. so you began to stimulate him up and down, quickly and a little roughly. you wanted him to cum in your hand.

"wait, agh, mhn, (name), wait, i'm going to cum, i don't want to yet." he tried to remove your hands that were stimulating his penis and balls at the same time, it was normal for him to cum so fast. but before he could even move your hands with a little scream he came. leaving his underwear and your hands full of his essence. "mhhnm, fuck."

you still hadn't finished with him clearly, so you whispered in his ear to stay in that position, you needed a few things. he was still recovering from his orgasm and was holding on to the wall while you went into the bathroom to look for something.

"take off your clothes inui" you demanded as you came out with a couple of toys.

seishu looked at you from the side still gasping for breath and looking at what you were holding, he licked his lips and started to take off all his clothes. when he pulled down his pants his nice member bounced still hard, after having made him cum, he was still excited.

"how beautiful, and mine alone." you thought to yourself.

you grabbed inui and made him turn around, you pinned him to the wall again and went down to his nipples and started stimulating them. you licked his nipples again and again, you heard inui's moans of pleasure, you knew how sensitive he was in this part. you took a nipple and started sucking and pulling it looking directly at your boyfriend's face. his mouth was open and he was looking at you with a flushed face and teary eyes. he was enjoying this very much.

so you kept sucking, licking and pinching her pink nipples, until they were hard and swollen. you took one of the toys that inui loved a nipple clamp. you placed it on her nipples.

"agh, uhm, it hurts." he complained.

"i know honey, but I know you like it." you said while caressing his face.

"mhn, i love it." he admitted lightly touching his nipples making his penis twitch from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

you wanted to stimulate him so much that he would cum over and over again, to hear his pleas and cries.

"let me see that ass," lean back against the wall."

you grabbed her butt and spread them apart, squirting lube on her entrance. "ah, it's cold," he complained, wiggling his ass at the sensation.

you spanked him and squeezed his white skin tightly. he turned to look at you and you gave him a warning look, stay still.

you took your fingers and started spreading all the lube around his entrance and massaging until his little entrance began to dilate. you slipped one finger in, then two and started pulling your fingers in and out as if you were fucking him.

"it... fascinates me." he said as he wiggled his asshole looking for your fingers to go deeper into his ass. you could tell he was starting to lose his mind. so you took a butt plug that had a unique fox tail and placed it in his entrance so it would be well stimulated for later.

"why are you using that, i'm embarrassed." commented inui unhappily trying to remove the device.

"no, no,." you took his hand and kissed her fingers. "if you saw how fucking erotic you look right now." you said lost in the sinful image you had right now.

inui smiled slightly, and you took the opportunity to place him facing you. "i want to make you feel good, I want you to see the sky of how well I will take care of your body." you showed him a vibrator that you knew your boyfriend used when you were not at home, you knew he hated you showing it to him because he was a little ashamed of how much he missed you and he had no choice but to use the toy as a distraction.

at the boy's reproachful look he undressed in front of you, you knelt down and turned on the toy and started to run it slowly over his glans. it sent his whole body into spasms.

inui moved dramatically forward with his hands on his chest and every time you placed the vibrator on his penis he could only moan and move his hips forward in search of more contact.

"it's..., it's too much. i'm going to cum." he said and placed both hands on his mouth trying to appease the screams of pleasure that wanted to escape from his mouth. you knew it because he was moaning too loudly and panting very excitedly. the sensation was too much for him and you knew he didn't have much left. there was a lot of preseminal fluid dripping down his length, he was on the verge.

"cum inui, cum." you demanded with a smile as you set the vibrator to a higher speed, moving it along his red base. "even if you cum now, i'll keep stimulating you until you're empty."

"nhg, ah, it's too much, it feels so good."

"i know, my love."

"this." he pointed to the butt plug in between spasms and gasps."every time I move, it digs in... mmmh, it digs in deeper and hits my prostate." as he said this last he rolled his eyes in pleasure

even though inui was still moaning and stirring from how good it felt to have his prostate being stimulated every moment, you took his member between his hands and took it into your mouth licking the tip all the way to the end. again and again, not even three licks passed when inui came hard screaming and holding on to the wall, from the wave of pleasure that ran through his body. he came all the way on your face and chest.

"(name)..., I'm sorry I..." inui still lying with his legs trembling on the wall wanted to come closer to clean you. before he could come closer you just gave a laugh and with your fingers you ran your fingers over the semen that was on your face and splashed it on your face. "don't apologize, it doesn't bother me."

you got up from the floor and still inui breathing heavily you had to kiss him, you wanted him so much and he looked so beautiful, so all excited and half embarrassed by his actions. "i know it tastes weird, sorry about that." you apologized because there were still traces of semen in your mouth. "but I really wanted to kiss you."

"it doesn't matter i wanted you to kiss me too." he admitted with a sly smile.

"but I'm not finished yet, inui, wait, I'm going to the bedroom." you literally ran out.

when you arrived inui lay on his side on the floor panting pitifully because the object in his ass kept burying and over stimulating him. you'd swear he was leaking because you knew he could do more. but there was only a little more left, you wanted to fuck him some more.

"ahg, i can't, i can't." he moaned, the poor boy couldn't do anything without his penis spasming.

you decided it was okay to remove the blessed toy now, so you helped him stand up and asked him to take a deep breath as you pulled it out. as you pulled the butt plug out, inui's fluids began to disperse from his entrance all the way down to his buttocks.

"did you have an anal orgasm inui?" you asked watching all those natural fluids mix with the lube from before.

"i think so." he commented, barely holding herself up on her wobbly legs.

you kissed her back and caressed her ass trying to make her feel good and prepare her for what was to come. "look inui, your little friend." you said playfully, showing him the strap-on.

"fuck (name)." whined the blond. "you're going to leave me without walking."

"yep, that's what I intend to do, but don't worry I'll take care of you later." you commented, kissing the back of his neck and shoulders. you placed your chin on one of his shoulders and looked up at him. "i can fuck you, can't i?" you said innocently.

the green-eyed one looked at you with sparkling eyes, you knew he loved to be fucked by you with the strap-on, he just pretended to be unattended. "of course I do, name, i'm yours and I love it when you do."

you gave him a kiss on the cheek and not missing any more, you placed the strap-on on your waist. you massaged his strap-on again making sure it was sufficiently lubricated and dilated. "ahh, god, (name), put it in now," he commented a little excitedly, wiggling his ass so he could be in contact with the dildo.

you laughed and spanked him. you lined up with his entrance and slowly started to insert the dildo, you could hear inui moaning and panting but you just had to wait for him to get used to it. "oh my god, it's too much."

when it was all the way in you waited a little while for your boyfriend to get used to it and when he started to move, then you started moving in and out of his entrance.

"you feel so good inui." you said watching as his entrance swallowed the plastic penis whole, fascinated to see his fluids mixing with the toy.

"it's so much, ugh, it's so deep, mhnhh." he said with one of his hands on the wall and with the other he grabbed one of her buttocks to open her entrance more. "yes, like this, (name). he moaned looking at you lost in lust.

how sinful you are. you thought grabbing his neck so he would look at the wall while you continued to fuck his ass. "be still, inui." you said and your movements became faster and more erratic.

"AHG, YES, HARDER, HARDER." cried inui moving to the rhythm of your thrusts. "you feel so deep, i love it when you fuck me like this." he was so on edge, you knew it because when he started behaving like this, saying all those shameless things he would never say when he was sane.

you stopped your movements, and slowly pulled out of him, to thrust back in, hard.

"mhhhg, don't stop." he whimpered.

you wanted him to suffer a little, so you did it a couple more times, it amused you that he was nagging you and asking you to fuck him harder, to break him.

"fuck, fuck, (name), i'm cumming, I can't take it anymore." he said grabbing his penis to keep stimulating himself more.

"cum inui, come on baby, leave the wall a mess."

"that feels so good, ahggg, yeah yeah, fuck, you fuck me so good." he kept saying loudly and between moans.

"you are such a good boy." you gasped

with one last thrust, you felt inui spill all his essence all over the floor and the wall, while he kept jerking his cock and screaming loudly. still inside him you leaned back so he could feel the full length of the strap-on and whispering to him how nasty he got when you fucked him like that, you took his cock and between the two of you kept stimulating him. until with one last scream of pleasure he finished emptying himself completely.

"that's so good, fuck, I love it, aahh."

leaving a spectacle in the hallway and with inui holding on to you, you both ended your night of love.

⎯

"i can't, i can't walk right, damn (name)." complained your cute boyfriend recovering from the orgasm and holding on to you.

"but you enjoyed it, now i'll take over." you said taking inui and lifting him up newlywed bride style. you weren't as tall as inui, but you were quite strong because of your training and work. taking him in your arms was no challenge.

inui always kept quiet while you held him in your arms, as if he was too embarrassed, or as if he loved it too much.

"let's take a bath, but first let me take this off." you said and gently removed the nipple clamps. with a little cry from inui you knew that the toy had really hurt his nipples, they were very red and erect.

you left inui in the bathtub still holding on to your waist while you turned on the shower and let the water begin to fall on the two of you. you took shampoo to wash her hair, while she hugged you and let you do whatever you wanted with it. you washed his blond hair, rubbed his back, washed his whole body, kissing all the hickeys, kissing and rubbing his chest. after you finished bathing him, you went on, but inui was still hugging your chest, so you had to struggle to hold him so you could finish bathing him.

outside the bathroom, you had to wrap inui in his towel and carry him again, because it hurt him a lot to walk, by miracle you didn't slip on the floor of the bathroom trying to get him on top of you.

you gently laid him down on the bed while i looked for both of your clothes, you left your boyfriend's clothes on the bed while you undid the towel on your body and put on your panties and a super big shirt. inui still without putting on anything and wrapped in his towel watched you change in front of him.

you looked at him and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"you are beautiful." he said as if it was nothing with a goofy smile on his face. how beautiful he is, you thought.

you gave him a kiss on the lips and helped him change. you put on his shirt and he raised his arms like a little boy. you made him stand up and hold on to you while you put on his underwear and sleep pants. "ah wait, i'm falling (name)." he said as he put his leg through the same hole as the other one. he was sleepy, that's why you always had to take such good care of him after fucking.

when you were both in bed resting, inui hugged you again and pressed his face to your chest and closed his eyes. he was very spoiled when you were fucking, and he loved to cuddle with you. you were delighted, caressing his back, playing with his hair until he fell asleep.

"i love you (name)." he said squeezing you tighter and with his eyes closed. he looked so cute like that, all tiny. you melted.

you kissed him on his hair, breathing in his scent. "i love you more, inui." but he had already fallen asleep, even though he already knew this.

[taro-im]

like father like daughter

Eren x Reader

modern au

synopsis: Eren and your baby girl have the same attitude and way of apologizing

angst with tons of fluff

art by: i_want_u____

“Y/n when did you become so damn annoying, I can’t be here right now even your face is making me fucking angry” the emerald eyed male said before slamming the door loud enough for the neighbors to hear… there you were head down hiding your tears, both of you don’t even know how the argument started all you knew was every time both of you were voicing each other out till Eren’s voice was booming, did he really mean those things?…

It was now night Eren still hasn’t comeback but what he was actually doing was slowly feeling guilty on what he said towards you, there he was sitting in his car anxious and guilty to see you, while on your end you decided to sleep in the second bedroom not wanting to face Eren

He came back into the apartment noticing that all the lights were turned off, Eren rushed into the shared bedroom to say sorry but you weren’t there… did you leave without a word? His heart dropped in pain seeing that maybe you couldn’t handle his anger issues anymore, were you done with him? He would of understand but the worst thing was that he probably pulled the last straw… Till he heard faint snoring from the second bedroom, he slowly opened the door and saw you there, you looked like an angel in the moon lighting, but his heart pained seeing your puffy eyes and tear stained face, why does he say so many hurtful things towards you? He knows he’s going to regret it but he still does it.

The long haired brunette showered and putted on new clothes then carried you bridal styled to the shared bedroom covering you with a blanket, big spooning you while repeatingly kissing your forehead regret flooded his mind, he fell asleep holding you tightly

It was now morning you woke up with a strange feeling, it was Eren holding you from behind tightly, you got out of his grasp and went to the bathroom to shower, now brushing your teeth Eren appeared out of no where and hugged you from behind giving you kisses on your neck “I’m so sorry baby” he said in a tired voice holding you gently but tight, you were still slightly mad and didn’t answer, just nodding your head and leaving the room only to find Eren following you to the living room

You were going to the grocery store today to clear your mind and also the both of you were running out of food, usually you would go by yourself till you felt a little tug on your coat “wait for me i’m going with you” he said hurrying to change his clothes, wasn’t he acting strange today… he was literally telling you yesterday that he can’t stand even looking you in the face, arriving to the store now buying the groceries Eren was holding your hand the whole time it was pretty funny but the words he said still echoed in your heart

The summary of today was that he was like a lost puppy following you everywhere and repeatingly saying sorry and you saying it was okay, it was now night and he ran a bath for you he usually doesn’t do this so it was a surprise when you saw a bath running with your favorite bath bombs and favorite scented candles lit, “I love you y/n I’m sorry” he said eyes avoiding your gaze “I love you too, Eren, we both said terrible things yesterday and I’m sorry too, come in the bath with me now” you said hugging Eren while he sighed in a breath of relief

There was the both of you whispering sweet nothings, in the bathtub and you know what happens next👀 jkjk

time skip 6 years later:

“Mommy can we go to the toy store now?” That was the voice of your 5 year old daughter Eve, she resembled Eren more than you, she has beautiful eyes like her father, brunette locks, and your eye shape, but the funniest thing is that she has the same bad temper as Eren

“no sweetie can we go tommorow? Today mommy is really tired” you said braiding her hair “but mommy I wanna go today! daddy always takes me!” The little girl whined kicking her dangling feet “princess today mommy had a really hard day at work I promise we can go tommorow” you said trying to give her a little hug only for the little girl to dodge it and seeing a angry expression on her face “mommy your so mean I wish you weren’t my mommy that’s why I like daddy more!” She said waddling to the other side of the couch, you in shock at what your little girl said, before you could say anything Eren came and your little girl went running to her dad “daddy!” She said jumping into his arms, he carried the little girl and went towards you to give you a kiss “hi my other baby” he said giving you a kiss on the forehead with a grin “hey my other princess” you said teasingly giving him a peck on the forehead “can you take Eve to the toy store I’m sorry I just feel really tired today from work” you said “don’t worry baby I know how hard works been for you” he said playing with his daughters hair

“Bye I’ll see the both of you soon I love you Eve” you said giving your daughter a little kiss on the cheek while she was avoiding your gaze at her “bye mommy” the girl said slightly guilty, to be honest you didn’t take what your daughter said close to heart because it’s true these days have been so stressful that you forget about having fun with your child and saying empty promises, you fell asleep on the couch feeling like you haven’t slept in years meanwhile Eren and your daughter:

The little girl was guilty on what she said to you, she didn’t want to go to the store anymore she wanted to be with her mom “daddy I think I made mommy sad” she said eyes teary “what did you say princess?” He said worried “I said that mama is a meany and that I wish she wasn’t my mommy” the girl said crying “that was really mean of you princess, mommy is trying really hard these days I know you didn’t mean it but mom is working harder for you” “I’m sorry papa” she said sniffling “you shouldn’t say sorry to me princess say sorry to mama”

Eren and his daughter went back home to see you sleeping on the couch peacefully, the little girl ran to you and hugged you till you woke up “ah hi baby did you have fun with daddy?” “I’m sorry mommy!” the little girl said hugging you that you were about to choke “it’s ok sweetheart” you said smiling lifting her on your lap “I love you mama” “I love you too sweetie”, that’s how the day went she reminded you of Eren so much the whole day she was just following you around and Eren was just snickering

[infernalrevenge]

Hey I saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do house dimitrescu plus donna if that's ok reaction to you know that things guys do where they lean on a door way and flex their muscles

Ohohoho anon, I love the idea of buff and strong reader always (part of the reason why I personally started working out, because I want to be the strong buff one HAHAHA). I'm not sure if you meant for this to be male reader, but I just wrote it as if it was gender neutral :P Hope that's okay!

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Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is fairly muscular herself (like have you seen the outline of her arms in her dress??? I'm getting warm just thinking about them) so she knows what it takes to have such a physique.

She would regard your gesture in silent appreciation, if not with a smirk curled on the corner of her lips. Whether you meant to show off like that or not, she very much enjoyed the view either way.

She might even throw a teasing wink your way, stopping you in your tracks and whatever train of thought you were going with.

Taking notice of this, she would simply ask you to go on, but not changing her demeanor or the way she looked at you like she was ready to devour every inch of your body -- not quite in the literal sense that she was accustomed to, though.

Good luck trying to get through the rest of this conversation. It would take a lot more than a bit of flexing to make The Alcina Dimitrescu blush. Either way, you got a very positive response.

Bela Dimitrescu

It's usually difficult to frazzle or fluster Bela in any way -- she was trained to take things in stride and with grace, almost always knowing what to say for any particular situation. Nothing can get past her.

Except seeing you rest your hands on top of a door frame and subconsciously flexing your triceps, apparently. Which uhhhhh... does a number on her.

You could pretty much pinpoint the second when her brain starts to devolve to mush -- first with her widened eyes, then she eventually starts tripping up her words because she's not sure what to focus on anymore. What even are words anymore?

It wasn't like she hadn't taken notice of your physique before this moment -- she had made her appreciation quite clear in the past (especially in the bedroom.) But the sudden casual display of it somehow got to her, and it got her good.

Teasing her about it will just make her deny the reaction, shaking her head as she tries to take control of the conversation and steer it to something else. Don't worry, she'll still show exactly how much she loves your body beyond this moment.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is a bit of a straight shooter when it comes to showing her attraction to someone else (only when she knows they reciprocate though) so she would have no qualms about showing how much she loved the "subtle" display.

Even if you weren't looking at her, you could practically feel her gaze roaming all over your body, dragging on in specific areas. If you were, she would lock eyes with you and make her intentions abundantly clear -- how much she wanted you right then and there.

In all honesty, it would also just be part of a ploy to fluster you and catch you off guard. She did so love the effect she had on you, just as much as she enjoyed the view.

She'd even start wolf-whistling and calling you a "sexy hunk" out in the open, not quite caring if anyone was around to hear her shout such provocative compliments. If it got the message across that you were hers, then that was just an added bonus. Seeing you start to flush red was yet another bonus too.

Depending on the situation, she might even take it as a challenge and start flexing on you herself, in no way shy to display her strength and physicality. Considering how competitive she can be, this should be no surprise.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela was no stranger to the art of flirtation, being the "resident heartbreaker" (as she liked to call herself.) She usually picked up on overt signals of the like that went her way, though her response varied depending on who it was.

Whether you showed off to her on purpose or not, because it was you, she just starts... blabbering. Non-stop. If you thought she had little to no filter with her words to begin with, you're dead wrong because she can go even further.

She starts commenting on everything she can see, including you, but you can barely understand her as she's talking at a thousand words a minute. You think you hear something about how toned and defined your muscles are and then suddenly she's talking about the cobwebs in the ceiling which could mean there are spiders but also wow you must really work out a lot, can you lift her, can you lift HER MOM--

Basically she starts short-circuiting a little. Daniela.exe has not stopped responding, in fact it's taking up a lot more space than you expected.

The quickest way to help her regain her bearings is to reach out and take her hand, maybe give a little kiss for good measure. A blush and a giggle later, she'll be sure to shower you with compliments (and a request to carry her bridal-style.)

Donna Beneviento

Because of the way Donna is, it's a little difficult for you to parse if she's caught "speechless" by something. She's already a woman of few words to begin with.

She's lucky she has her veil on practically 24/7, so you won't quite see how red and hot under the collar she had gotten seeing your muscles on display like that.

What she probably hadn't taken into account was Angie's presence, because as much as she was her own entity, she was also connected to the dollmaker in almost every sense. The result? Plenty of thirst comments thrown your way.

"OHH-WEE DONNA, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO PICK 'EM! LUCKY YOU FOR HAVING FRONT ROW SEATS TO THIS GUN SHOW, HUH? TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF AND SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, YOU STUD!"

Too little too late when Donna tries to cover Angie's mouth to keep her from saying any more, pretty much indicative of how true those outbursts are. Her face is burning by this point, and as calmly as she could she tries to excuse herself and leave your vicinity. But not without a final shout of "YOU'RE HOT" from that mischievous little doll.

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Your writing is so good omg 😭❤️ I was hoping if we could perhaps get more surv Luchino? Maybe this time with a s/o who likes to baby him? Like Luchino could just trip one time and s/o comes running at him for their life asking if he’s okay and starts to scold the ground

thank you anon!!💕💕 also i love how this has become a meeting place for all luchino simps omfg hope my hcs are good enough since i know the fandom lacks professor content🙏

luchino diruse with a s/o that likes to baby him🦎

art creds: @/sutegoro4403 on twt

luchino is a very calm and collected person and he's not very clumsy either

in a relationships he'd prefer to be the caretaker - he feels bad when other people do things for him and he prefers doing things on his own

^haha bottling up emotions and worries go brrrr

however, one time in a match he miscalculated the flywheel dash a bit and he ended up accidentally faceplanting the ground lol

he was really suprised when you came up to him to patch him up and ask him dozens of questions on his health

he was like ?????? because he never expected people to go out of their way for him

"uh, tesoro, i'm fine, y'know? it's just a scratch, i've endured worse in the past..."

"NO. did you even notice that you're bleeding?? here, have some water, you must be dehydrated, you also probably didn't have enough sleep today, you really need to take care of yourself more..."

as much as he appreciates your help he always does 2x what you do to him! he just loves you too much to let you do all the work

secretly kinda enjoys when you baby him but shh

sometimes he just kinda gets fed up (not really) with you babying him so he picks you up bridal style and spins around while teasing you

"oooh amore, my poor amore, always worrying for me and never putting themselves first, what shall their punishment be.." "UHH LUCHINO CAN YOU PUT ME DOWN" "OH YES I KNOW. i will now make them tea and tuck them in their bed and cuddle with them until they feel better and i will wash their hair..." "I'M NOT EVEN TIRED. WHAT"

this man is a menace he's going to let you cuddle him and shower him with love for some time then throw you over his shoulder (while laughing like a maniac) and carry you to somewhere private where HE will do the same to you

if he sees you getting tired he'll help you bathe yourself and massage your back

he doesn't like the stress you put yourself through every day just for him and you don't even know how thankful he is (bc haha. he doesn't verbalize his thoughts 90% of the time and relies on actions to show that he cares)

loves getting his face peppered with kisses ! especially if you wear some darker lipstick so it leaves a mark

if you're interesting in doing his hair he'll be more than happy than let you do it

laying his head on your thighs as you run your fingers through his hair,, he's literally in heaven

after a long day he's going to curl up next to you in your bed and praise you for everything you do for him as he gently presses his cheek next to yours

he loves you lots and wishes you put yourself first for once :( <3

[stormyoceans]

i need horny puentalay rant from you now because HAVE YOU SEEN TALAY'S FACE WHEN HE ATE THAT CHIP FROM PUEN'S HAND??? HE'S MELTING RIGHT ON THIS GRASS AND LETTING PUEN TAKE HIM RIGHT HERE. OMG. AND WHEN THEY KISSED NEAR THAT GIANT TREE? I need ice, fan, refrigerator. it's too hot.

THOSE MAD MEN REALLY DECIDED THAT THE BEST WAY TO END THE SHOW WAS TO HAVE PUEN PICK TALAY UP BRIDAL STYLE AND CARRY HIM INTO THE FRIEND CREDITS RV TO FUCK ALL NIGHT THIS IS THE LEVEL OF DERANGEMENT WE GOTTA DEAL WITH

i bet puen actually dreamed to do that from the very first moment he and talay started to renovate the RV in the alternate universe..... I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY IM GETTING SURPRISED ANYMORE THAT BOY HAS A LIST OF KINKS LONGER THAN THE LYRICS OF RAP GOD BY EMINEM. btw, not to toot my own horn, but every single thing i pointed out in the previous horny puen post??? they ALL got confirmed in the span of A SINGLE EPISODE

the sugar daddy/daddy kink? GOD WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN. puen literally rented a WHOLE FREAKING RESTAURANT just for talay and ordered all of his favorite foods, he recreated and gifted talay every item that was important to them in the alternate universe, he constantly drove talay around even if talay has his own car, he dragged talay to cook with him but in the end made only one plate and would have been perfectly content with just staring at talay eating if talay didn't offer him some of it...... WE GET IT PUEN YOU WANT TO TAKE CARE OF HIM AND SHOWER HIM IN LOVE AND AFFECTION AND FOOD AND PRETTY THINGS I SWEAR WE GET IT JUST CALM. DOWN.

puen wanting to eat talay out? I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THAT FINAL KISS AND TELL ME IF THAT AIN'T A STARVING MAN FINALLY GETTING TO FEAST. when he held talay's head with both of his hands???? no wonder talay looked SO DAZED AND OUT OF IT afterwards, puen literally kissed him until he got lightheaded and his glasses fogged over!!!!! he didn't drop, but BY GOD THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE (and no one can convince me that puen isn't into getting talay to the point where is all pliant and responsive and melting under his hands). AND DO WE WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE OPENING BED SCENE?????? puen said "i promise i'll be as gentle as possible. gentle but intense" and i was sitting there like WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH AM I LOOKING AT RN ARE WE SURE YOU'RE STILL TALKING ABOUT KISSING. adding "i won't hurt your lips" somehow didn't help AT ALL. and if you like a nice metaphor, let's not forget that while they were eating lay's, puen pointed at talay and said "can i have this lay too?" VERY SUBTLE. SMOOTH.

puen having a thing for talay's neck and for manhandling him? IM ONCE AGAIN GOING TO REDIRECT EVERYONE'S ATTENTION TO THAT LAST SCENE. but also to every time puen kissed or tried to kiss talay throughout the episode: grabbing talay's neck is basically the signal that he is read to POUNCE. and puen picking talay up reminded me of how he did a similar thing in episode 6 to get talay out of the way while they were filming the video for the association, so YOU KNOW that any time talay ends up working too much and neglecting everything else, puen is just gonna be like 'nope! time to take care of yourself and cuddle and have some sexy time!' [picks talay up and carries him to bed] NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE WAY PUEN COVERED TALAY'S MOUTH WHILE THEY PLAYED THE PASSWORD GAME. do you know how /I/ would cover someone's mouth if I didn't want them to talk? NOT LIKE THAT, FRIENDS

ANYWAY. we talked a lot about puen because he is one very horny boy, but let me end this with one thing i actually believe talay is into, which is teasing puen with the possibility of kissing or touching him. like, maybe it's not something that he's purposely doing now that he still feels a bit shy, but look at the beginning of the episode and tell me that when talay gets bolder he won't thoroughly enjoy getting puen all worked up only to deny himself over and over again until puen is either begging him to pleasepleaseplease talay let me touch you please or pinning him against a wall so talay can no longer escape (very consensually) or both (jokes on all of us because puen is into that too)

[squeakygeeky]

It’s Episode 11 of Unforgotten Night, traditionally the cursed episode (as the second to last of a 12 episode series). Usually this means the couple will temporarily break up, but occasionally we get some mortal peril. I have no idea what UN will bring us. All the drama? No real drama? Another random threesome? I’m hoping someone gets eaten by a tiger, but based on the preview I’m expecting misunderstandings and breakup. I’m genuinely somewhat distressed, since I like this couple, I’d prefer a successful kidnapping and maybe a gunshot wound. (Shut up that makes sense in my head as better.) Let’s proceed.

Wait, did healthy communication in a previous episode help prevent an issue?

Another product placement/tiger shot. Genius.

And I guess now we’re working on making friends with Kemo, not just Whipped Cream. This is our episode 11 priority somehow.

Of course our new villain character Danil is showering creepily. We need to waste water or it’s not UN.

Ooop, there we go, the episode 11 misunderstanding. Kamol was of course only in the process of covering his naked ex with a bathrobe, because no one wanted to see that, including me, great body nonwithstanding. (Edit from future me: I guess Kim was actually there long enough to realize nothing happened, because he never brings this up or appears particularly jealous.)

More running water. And I’m pretty sure I spotted the chin hair.

I love how Kim is staking out his territory by being all ‘I control who gets fed in this house.’ And it seems to be working.

Kamol having Kim come with him when going to confront Danil.

Really? You don’t? You first met Kim as Kamol was carrying him into their bedroom bridal-style and he clearly runs this house. They’re literally holding hands in front of you right now.

This confrontation is incredible. Danil is chewing all the scenery and Kim and Kamol are just standing there being reasonable people who present a united front. What is this show? How do the mafia boss who wears shoes on the bed and the one night stand he stalked into dating him end up with one of the most functional and healthy relationships based on communication and mutual respect that I’ve seen in a romance show and then everything around them is absolute tiger-filled telenovela softcore porno insanity?

And despite all of this ex drama, Kim is managing to have a more productive workday than I am (I swear I’m writing most of this on my lunch break).

Kim, Danil just threatened the lives of everyone you love. Now is the time you need more of that communication y’all were having earlier. You’re being a little too kind and empathetic this episode, I think you need more of that stair-descending energy you used against Cherry.

Lapsitting right in front of Danil’s salad.

Uh oh, I guess this is going to be the drama. Even though Kamol said he didn’t care when Kim was fully prepared to tell him all of this. Danil laughs evilly and manage to hurt himself on broken glass, a glass he breaks while randomly falling over just because Kamol turned around a little aggressively.

Threesomes are fine but they had to censor the cigar. Oh, Thailand.

Cherry showed up to shoot Kim and our baby Baiboon? Everyone’s fine though and I’m assuming she was being threatened by Danai. I’m disappointed there was less actually getting shot than Bad Buddy.

If Kamol keeps being fussed about the whole Kim and De thing I’m going to be pissed. YOU TOLD HIM YOU DIDN’T CARE. The lockscreen is a cute touch, though.

In conclusion, this episode was not cursed. By all rights it should have been, but it was like Danil thought he a soap opera villain and was expecting to be able to start shit with his messiness, and then repeatedly running into a brick wall because Kamol and Kim are now in the Reasonable People in Non-toxic Love Show. And it was (probably unintentionally) hilarious. Instead of a dramatic cliffhanger we just end with Kim going to talk to Kamol in person, like a sensible person who wants to resolve relationship issues.

Maybe something will ACTUALLY HAPPEN in the finale? Maybe? But tbh all I really need to have happen is for Kom and Baiboon to get together and we’re good.