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absolutebl · 10 days

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This Week in BL - Thailand surprised me

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

May 2024 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 eps - I love love love Sol! Pink-haired baby idol blast from the past nursing a crush = absolute catnip for me. This is def my favorite Thai BL currently airing. And it’s probably because it has a sort of odd queer authenticity to both its gayness and its rep of the film industry. I mean, of course it’s sanitized into BL fantasy-landia, but there’s an underpinning of something real, for lack of a better word. Normally I prefer the fantasy of my dumb BL worldview, but in this one I’m kind of liking a little chew and grit.

All of which is to say: this is very fucked up messy gay, which normally I’m not wild about, but for some reason I’m really enjoying this version.

On the other side of the BL coin we have:

Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 1 of 12 - And I like it a lot. It’s fun and I’m enjoying it (possibly more than it deserves). I like how it’s a little absurdist. I like that it starts with a one night stand. I like all of the side characters. I love the asexual representation. Bonus LUBE! It’s a fun show. More FUN that GMMTV usually goes for.

Two Worlds (Thurs iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - The sketching in the cave scene was v sexy. And I’m enjoying this BL, but not for any other reason than MaxNat being MaxNatty all over my screen.

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - I don’t know what I feel about this one. Mostly just indifferent. It was meant to be the paranormal Thai BL pulp about vampires that we were all waiting for, and it ended up just being boring. Frankly, I'd rather be pissed off than bored. 6/10

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I truly love the naked lust on our side couple's pining friend's face. Usually only Japan get this thirsty.

Book is perfectly cast as Moo's older bro. They even look a bit alike but it might have been a mistake, because he’s so damn charismatic. Stole all the breath from the show for a bit.

We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 5 of 16 - No report until next week.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 11 of 12 - What a fantastic ep. This show really is killing it. I’m so happy with Taiwan right now.

Carry on.

Blue Boys (Korea YouTube) 3 of ? - It remains lovely and I remain enjoying it immensely. It’s very Strongberry feeling. That's always a welcome sensation.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They are so cute and pretty much just boyfriends already regardless of what they each think. I'm scared that next week is the final episode, it doesn’t feel like it’s gone very far.

At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I liked it a little better this week. I guess I’m warming up to this one?

Boys Be Brave AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 3-4 of 8 - Ah poor lonely neglected child. They are all such weirdos. I don’t understand any of these characters or their motivations except they are strange kind of cartoons of... something.

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - The guy who plays the vet should be playing a vampire. That's it. That's all I have to say.

It's airing but...

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - 6 eps, when it's done, tell me if I should bother?

You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - supposed to have started on Friday but I couldn't find it, I also didn't try very hard.

In case you missed it

GMMTV announced the second half of their 2024 line up. I got excited and picked my favorites, details + trailers here.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

May Releases

5/10 A Balloon's Landing (Taiwan movie) trailer - A frustrated Hong Kong writer, Tian Yu, meets a Taipei street gangster, Xiang (Fandy Fan from HIStory2: Crossing the Line), and the two of them embark on a journey to find the Bay of Vanishing Whales. Along the way, they discover unexpected twists and turns and close bonds, which brings out the message that "there is always someone like you in this world who is waiting for you.

5/16 Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Strongberry doing classic BL! Weeee!

5/19 OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 1 of 10 - LeeFrank are back - not unlike the undead (as it were). But how do we feel about it? Unsure given their track record.

5/25 The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer - HoTae & DongHee are back but unfortunately not in a cinema near me. Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS.

5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer

5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love a shrimp peeling moment in my Thai BL. (Only Boo)

Unquestionably the best moment in BL this year. FIGHT ME. (Unknown)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.

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bagopucks · 1 year

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Q. Hughes - Plus One

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Quinn Hughes x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warning(s): Implied smut, little make-out, some seducing, other than that just general fluff

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“They are just so in love, I remember when we looked at each other like that.”

I had asked Quinn to attend this wedding with me. I thought by the look on his face the day I did ask, that he would have immediately said no.

“It’s just a family wedding, please?”

“I don’t know…” he seemed to contemplate the idea for a while before agreeing. “As long as you don’t leave me alone anywhere.”

It was a promise I could make. We rented a house and flew out to the Florida Keys together on a Monday. After a bit of discussion, Quinn and I decided to turn the wedding weekend into a vacation week. He said he was excited for the time on the beach away from family or friends. Excluding myself of course. We spent the said week finding restaurants to eat at, mini golfing, swimming, watching endless movies, and learning how to mix drinks. By the time Saturday came, Quinn was sitting on the couch opposite of me, massaging my feet in his lap, and telling me how excited he was to meet my family. A contrast to the beginning of the week when he wanted nothing to do with anybody.

“Are you ready yet?” Quinn called from the bottom floor, his voice easily heard from the loft master bedroom we had agreed to share only because this had been the last house that wasn’t booked on the week we needed it. I looked myself over one last time, a short baby blue dress with Birkenstock sandals. I curled my hair and applied a small amount of makeup to avoid sweating it off on the beach during the ceremony. I adjusted the rings on my fingers and fixed my necklace before I heard Quinn making his way up the steps. A nervous smile painted my lips.

When he made it to the top, I turned to look at him. Quinn smiled at me, looked me over, then blushed. I was doing too much of my own looking to even notice the flush in his cheeks. I was far more focused on the curls in his long hair, and the flutter of his lashes.

“You look good.” It was sudden, the way I began to feel as though the room heated up. I clasped my hands together in front of myself and let out a low sigh. “Are you ready now?” He looked impressed with how long it had taken me to get ready.

“Yeah.. sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. But four hours or one wouldn’t have made much a difference.” He smirked at the confusion on my face. “You’d look beautiful all the same.” Quinn and I were used to complimenting each other, but it felt especially good when I got as dolled up as I had. He held his hand out for me, and I approached slowly to grab it.

“I’m surprised some guy didn’t beat me to this.”

“Correction, you should be surprised I asked you first.” I teased, smiling at the soft laugh that fell from his lips.

“Thought I would have been your first option.” Quinn spoke as he guided me down the steps.

“You technically were, but I know how busy your family is with playoffs going on, and I didn’t want to steal you from all that.”

Quinn glanced back at me. “I’m kinda glad you did.” I hadn’t been expecting his answer.

“Really?”

“My parents- all they ever do is talk about Jack and Luke right now. And I get it. It’s their moment- but it’s nice to have something of my own going on. Ya know?” I squeezed his hand and smiled softly.

“I get it. It sucks when you’re the oldest sibling and the younger ones are doing all the things people expected you to do first.” I liked to think I was a breath of fresh air for Quinn. That our mutual understanding of being oldest siblings was what drew him to me, and he had told me so on multiple occasions.

The drive to the parking lot closest to the beach was a short one. It was rented out and packed full of cars. People were standing around talking, smiling and laughing, jovial as ever. With Quinn’s own family, I knew he would have been just as excited. But I could tell the moment I peeked at him, he was tense.

“Quinny,” I chided.

“What if they don’t like me? Jack says I have an RBF. What if they think I’m judging them?”

“You haven’t met my younger sister yet.” I shook my head. “My family is accustomed to quiet grumpy types.”

“I’m not grumpy.” Quinn turned the car off and turned to me.

“Just a little, Quinner.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me before climbing out of the car. I was swift to follow. We met each other around the trunk of the rental. I straightened Quinn’s tie before I heard the squeal of a child and the little girls arms wrap around my legs from behind.

“She’s here!”

Introducing Quinn to my family was as hot of a mess as it could get. I had to tell each individual person that we weren’t dating, only for them to nod their heads in mocking disbelief when Quinn would rest his hand on my lower back and follow me around like a lost puppy. He did me no favors in convincing anybody we were friends. He did some talking on his own, but introductions and excited conversations ceased when the large group of family and friends of the bride and groom, began down the boardwalk to the beach. Quinn and I remained near the back of the group, and we remained there even when we sat down in the pews. The few people around us turned to speak occasionally, but Quinn and I were in our own little world.

Until it was invaded by the great grandparents of the bride and groom.

“Well don’t you look hot.” I’d met Goldie a handful of times. She was always a bit.. lacking in filter. An old woman still able to walk, and hell I’d bet fifty bucks she could still run too. She was lively and sweet, but headstrong all the same.

“Thank you,” I laughed softly, dragging my hand down the front of my dress, adjusting the low neckline that dipped quite far.

“I remember when I was your age. I loved dressing like that. My husband loved it too.” That brought laughter from the two men seated beside us. I glanced back at Quinn with a knowing smile.

“I used to have one dress in particular, that got him all kinds of riled up. Always wore that one when I wanted something.” Sometimes one could only laugh at the woman’s lack of privacy. Which was what Quinn and I both did.

“Grandma!” The bride’s aunt immediately turned around from the seat in front of us. Goldie looked forward with an innocent expression. “They don’t want to hear that.”

“I was just giving some advice to this lovely girl. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” Goldie defended herself.

“Did she ask for it?” The woman in the row in front of us questioned.

“She didn’t have to. I could tell by the look on her face, she needed it. Her boyfriend could probably use a bit too.”

“Oh- we’re not.. together.” I quickly corrected, tensing at my own words. I always wished we were, but Quinn and I had been strictly friends since the dawn of time.

Goldie eyed us with a blank expression, then scoffed, rolled her eyes, and waved her hand in a dismissive motion. Her silver bracelets clinked.

“You will be.”

The music started, and all conversation quieted, then eventually ceased. I adjusted myself in my seat, my knees pressed into the side of Quinn’s thigh since he sat on the edge of the pew. I was turned toward the isle to see the bridesmaids come down with the groomsmen.

“Look how pretty she is,” I whispered excitedly as the first, mine and the bride’s mutual friend, came down.

“She’s okay.” Quinn mumbled in return. I gently swatted his thigh before my hand came to rest there.

“Don’t be rude.” I countered, though a piece of my confidence was boosted by his response. He told me I looked great today, but he wouldn’t compliment that girl. The one in an exquisite dress, walking down the aisle. Quinn couldn’t possibly have a thing for me…

“She’s beautiful too.” This time, it was spoken in more a coaxing way. My gaze flickered go Quinn while the next woman walked down the aisle. Watching the way his gaze lingered before he looked away. Uninterested, but trying to seem invested.

“She’s not really my type.” I hated how excited I got, and I hated even more so how hard I found it not to smile when his eyes met mine. I hadn’t known I was leaning into his personal space until we both realized how close our faces were. I slowly leaned back and laughed softly.

“Sorry.. I’m just excited.”

“It’s okay.” Quinn rested his hand atop my own and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Weddings are exciting.”

Once the pairs reached the end of the aisle, the new song started, and everybody rose. I gently removed my hand from Quinn’s to rest on his chest, pushing very slightly. He stepped back until his legs were pressed against the pew seat, trying to give me room to see. The moment she passed, I was beaming. One of my best friends, my closest family friend for the longest time. We used to daydream about getting married together. I was elated to see her dream coming true. Marriage was all she’d ever hoped for as a little girl. Her perfect wedding. Perfect husband. Perfect life.

“Wow,” I whispered as I felt Quinn’s arm wrap around my back.

“Why don’t you sit on the outside? So you can see better?” Such a subtle thing, but one I couldn’t help but appreciate immensely. Quinn and I shuffled around one another, and sat down once we were permitted to do so. Then the ceremony began. Quinn draped his arm over the back of the pew, and I found myself leaning into his side as time passed by. Occasionally he’d whisper something to me. Point something out or make a quiet joke that only the two of us understood. We’d giggle quietly and share eye contact, then giggle some more. At one point I started gently pulling sideways on his tie to make it crooked. He’d readjust it and roll his eyes. Then, eventually, he gave up with my antics and grabbed my other hand to keep it still. Quinn was never as grumpy as people made him out to be. It simply took the right type of person to make him happy and content.

When the ceremony ended, the chaos began once again. Quinn and I tried to avoid it for the most part, content to sit and watch everybody talk and laugh, and take their turns congratulating the bride and groom. I would do so at some point, but I was in no rush when there was one hell of a reception following.

We spoke with a few others, then Quinn and I slipped away to go back to our car. I was too excited to notice the way I grabbed Quinn’s hand and dragged him back to the boardwalk. He didn’t seem to mind anyhow.

“I loved that dress on her- god she was so beautiful, Quinn.” I babbled on, and he listened with a smile on his face.

“What kind of dress do you want?” His question caught me off guard, and my head swiftly snapped in his direction.

“What?”

“When you get married,” he explained. “What dress do you want to wear?”

“Oh god Quinn. I have so many things- something that flows- but preferably something I can pin up so I don’t step on the skirt at my reception. And I want a top with lace sleeves- or no sleeves at all.”

“Backless?” He cut in.

“Backless, for sure.” I agreed as we made it back to the car. Quinn opened my door for me, and I thanked him before slipping into the vehicle. We waited to leave until most others began to do so. We followed the bulk of the wedding traffic to the reception venue. A big shoreside building that had indoor and outdoor seating, a beautiful view of the ocean, and all the drinks one could want.

When we arrived, Quinn and I gave our names to the hostess and found our seats. The tables were round, decorated in white lace tablecloths. Each seat was accompanied by an empty plate and an upside down champagne glass, as well as a notecard with one’s name and a thank you note written on it. The lights were dim, the music turned on low.

“I’m starving.” Quinn muttered, and I could only laugh at how much he sounded like Jack. Even Luke. Those boys were always hungry.

“Patience.” I reminded. Thankfully, Quinn didn’t need too much of that. The bridal party came in, soon the bride and groom followed. A round of applause and cheering took place before everyone was seated and tables were called left and right to be served. Quinn and I found relief in knowing we were sat at a table with Goldie and her husband Frank. I was even more so relieved to know Quinn enjoyed their presences. That RBF he spoke of was nowhere in sight the moment Frank struck up a conversation with him.

The food was eaten, speeches spoken, cake cut. The main traditional festivities were long forgotten once the dance floor was opened up and people really began to party. Goldie dragged Frank off to the dance floor, and Quinn and I were left in a fit of laughter at the sight of his helpless expression.

Quinn wouldn’t say it, but there was a look of familiarity on his face. I was always dragging him around like that. And no matter how hard he tried to act like he hated it, he loved it.

“I’m gonna go get a refill on this champagne. Did you want anything from the bar?” I asked as I rested my hand on Quinn’s back. He shook his head and smiled at me.

“Just don’t leave me alone too long.”

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” I reached out to ruffle his hair before reminding myself he spent far too long on it in the bathroom for me to put his hour of work to waste. So I withdrew my hand and laughed softly, taking my glass and waltzing off to the bar. The woman there was kind, striking up a conversation that lasted well after she finished pouring me a fresh glass of champagne. She asked of my relation to the bride, how I was enjoying the party, if the wedding went well.

By the time we finished speaking, I had to fight my way back through the standing crowd to find Quinn. He hadn’t moved an inch, but my brow furrowed the second I spotted the distress on his face.

“Quinn!” I called, catching his attention as I arrived at the table. He turned his phone off and set it face down on the surface. I didn’t know which question to ask first. Is he okay? Did something happen? Was his family alright? “You look tense.” I decided not to ask a question at all.

“I’m fine.” He dismissed my statement with one of his own. I shook my head.

“Open up, Quinn. What’s going on?” I set my glass down and turned my seat to face his own before I sat down. Quinn let out a quiet sigh and shrugged.

“My mom texted. Said the Devils lost tonight. It’s their third game in a row now. One more and they’re out.”

“I see.”

“Jack’s gonna be devastated.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, rubbing his face as if it might erase the stress. Stress that wasn’t even his own.

“Quinn.” I caught his attention. “You don’t have to carry the weight on your brother’s shoulders all the time. I understand you want to be there, but- sometimes it’s okay to not worry about it.” I reached out to wrap my hand around his wrist. “How many times did you clean his boo-boos?”

“Too many.”

“And how many times did you sit with him until he fell asleep? Because there was a monster under his bed.”

“A lot.”

“You were there for him when USA didn’t win gold. You were there for him when his first girlfriend broke his heart. Hell, you were there for most of his rookie year. Quinn, you throw away all of your time for your brothers. I know you do it out of choice.. and you’re the most selfless person I know, but please.. just this once. Worry about it later.” I searched his eyes for any indication that he’d give in. Throw in the towel and have a good time. A piece of me expected him not to, especially when he sighed and picked up his phone. But then he turned it off. Then he set it back down, and reached for my hand.

“Come dance with me.” Then I realized, I finally convinced Quinn Hughes, to just forget about it. Jack probably wouldn’t even call for a while anyway. He’d have Luke. He’d have his team to lean on. Quinn’s number would hopefully be the last on his list of lifelines.

“You’re supposed to ask, not demand.” I slipped my hand into his own and we stood up.

“I’ll ask when we get outside.”

“Outside?”

“The sun is setting, there’s barely anyone out there, and enough space to dance without feeling squeezed in with everybody else.” Quinn explained as his gaze drifted toward the large windows of the venue. “Don’t make me stand around all those people.” He pleaded, and I giggled at the antisocial behavior I was used to seeing from him.

“Alright, weirdo.” I let him drag me off, swiping up my glass of champagne before I got too far from it. Quinn led me outside, past the propped open doors, and found a clear space for the two of us to dance. Only when he glanced back at me, did he wrinkle his nose at my occupied hand- holding my champagne.

“Dude,” there was a playful yet judgmental tone in his voice.

“You haven’t even tried it.” I held the glass out.

“Cuz I don’t wanna be drunk tonight.” He smiled, scoffing.

“How’s come?” I taunted.

“Because I wanna remember all of this. I wanna be completely sober, so I can remember the way you look. Right here… right in front of me, in that beautiful dress, and with the most beautiful smile, and those beautiful eyes.” I was speechless, my breath caught somewhere in my throat as a wide smile parted my lips. It almost hurt my cheeks.

“Okay well..” I paused. “Tipsy isn’t drunk.” Was I avoiding the compliments? The flirting? Possibly.

“Tipsy is still hazy.” Quinn argued as he rested his hands on my hips. “And I’d never want a single memory of you to be hazy.”

I placed my free hand on his shoulder, smiling uncontrollably at his words. The Hughes brothers may have sounded like men of few words when it came to the media, but Quinn certainly had a way with his.

“Quintin Hughes,” I turned my head to the side, resting my cheek against his chest. Quinn set the pace as he slowly began to sway, my body following suit within his hold. “Where’d this come from?”

“Years of loving you.” The words were spoken so softly that I had completely missed them. I squeezed his shoulder.

“Speak up, Q.”

“I love you.” The initial shock left me silent. His grip on my hips tightened. In anticipation, fear of rejection, hope and relief. I slowly lifted my head, looking up at him in wonder. My hand slid from his shoulder toward the back of his neck. A nervous smile formed on Quinn’s lips.

“Sorry,” he laughed out awkwardly. I shook my head in disapproval for his apology.

“No. No, Quinn please don’t take that back.” I set my glass of champagne aside on the nearest table. “I’ve waited forever to hear you say that, please don’t take it back now.” I wrapped my other arm around his shoulders. His smile eased into a genuine one. Our hearts beat quickly, our embrace tightened, bodies impossibly close, pressed to one another. As if the thought of parting would simply kill us.

“I won’t, then.” Quinn dipped his head toward my own. Our noses brushed, causing quiet bouts of laughter to erupt from lips that locked within seconds. Laughter silenced, though it was impossible to remain lip-locked for long when we could barely contain our smiles.

“You’re gonna make me look like a liar,” I whispered against his lips.

“Cause you kept telling everybody we weren’t dating?” Quinn pulled back only slightly, to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah.” I laughed softly.

“Technically we’re still not dating.” His smile was contagious, but not quite as enjoyable as kissing him. I moved my hands to hold his face, guiding his lips back to my own. I never would have guessed it would take a week alone with him to get him to open up, nor would I have guessed Quinn ever would have liked me. We took our time before pulling back, sighing before drawing in our own breaths of air. Quinn reached out to push a few locks of hair from my face, tucking it securely behind my ear.

“Two days.” He thought aloud.

“Two days?”

“Until I have to take you back.” He clarified. “Two days until we’re apart for two weeks.”

“It’s just two weeks, Quinner.” I assured.

“Then we have the lake house.” He reminded both himself and me.

“The lake house, and I’m coming back to Michigan with you. Don’t forget.”

“Do you have to go to Europe?”

“I already told my girlfriends I would.” I laughed, running my thumbs over his cheekbones. “You’ll be fine for two weeks.”

“Two weeks with Luke- maybe Jack.. and my parents. They’ll drive me insane.”

“You act like your family is unbearable.” I wrapped my arms around Quinn’s shoulders again.

“They’re okay,” he joked with a shrug. I laughed and leaned forward to kiss his jaw. “I’ll be counting the days too. But let’s focus on these two days, yeah?”

“Movie night tonight?” He asked, his hands drifting past my lips to wrap around my back.

“You just confessed your love to me, and you wanna watch movies?” I whispered with an amused smile.

“Did you have something else in mind?” I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he caught on. He was merely playing hard to get.

“Take me home and find out.” Quinn’s smile widened before he stepped away and held his hand out for my own.

“Now?” He asked.

“Now.” I clarified.

“Come on.” He urged, his excitement unmatched. I grabbed his hand, and we practically rushed through the building to get our personal belongings. Quinn draped his suit jacket over my shoulders, held my clutch for me, and out the doors we went.

We made occasional conversation on the drive back to our house, but we were far too focused on what was to come, to be truly invested in a discussion. When we got to the house, Quinn told me not to get out of the car. Confused by his words, but deciding to trust him, I sat patiently while he got out and ran around the hood of the car. If only I’d taken a video of how funny he looked.

My smile practically reached my ears when he opened my car door and held his arms out.

We weren’t the newlyweds, but I still let him carry me like a princess to the front door. I was on key duty, unlocking and opening the door so he could carry me inside. He kicked the door shut behind us, and I shuttered when I felt his lips on my neck.

“Quinn,” his name fell from my lips in surprise, want laced in my tone.

“I’m gonna set you down.” He whispered in warning before he gently placed my feet on the ground. He kicked his shoes off by the door, and knelt down to undo the buckles of my sandals. His hair was finally fair game, so I leaned forward and ran my hands through it while he slipped off my first shoe. Quinn pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, and my grip on his hair tightened momentarily, before he worked on the second shoe.

“Hurry up,” I urged just as he slipped my second shoe off. He trailed lazy kisses up my leg, stopping at the hem of my skirt before he stood up, quiet chuckles falling from both our lips when his nose got caught on the fabric of my skirt, pulling it up only slightly before I had fixed the fabric and leaned into his grip. His hands found my hips, and his lips- they certainly found mine as well. Quinn’s hands slipped down my back, nipping at my lip. When his hands found the bottom of his suit jacket, he tugged it off and let it hit the floor, one of the buttons clacking against the hard wood. I pulled away before his wandering hands could get anywhere else.

“Come on,” Quinn groaned out. I stood just out of reach, a challenging smirk on my lips. It took him a second to catch on, but when he did, he reached for me. I stepped out of his reach again, and soon it became a game of chase. An effective way to lead him up the steps toward the loft bedroom. Quinn’s hand grazed my ankle toward the last step, and a worried shout fell from my lips before I got up and out of his reach again. I heard him mumble a, ‘Damnit.’ But he hadn’t anticipated my immediate halt, and our bodies collided. He held onto me tightly, assuring myself and himself that I wouldn’t fall.

“Finally.” Quinn smirked, and I began to laugh when his lips found my neck. “Stop that,” he whispered against my skin.

“A little ticklish I guess.” I whispered, surprised by his actions once again when I heard the zipper of my dress being undone. He was good at this. I rested my hands against Quinn’s chest and slowly pushed him back. My dress looked much looser with the zipper undone, but it was the last thing I was worried about. I reached for the buttons on Quinn’s shirt, making quick work of them and pulling the white dress shirt out from his pants. I was too focused to notice the way he was staring at me until my gaze flickered up to meet his own. I had just begun to slip the shirt from his shoulders when I took note of the look in his eyes.

“What?” I paused my movements, my hands resting on the edges of his shoulders.

“Nothin’. You just look so beautiful.” I nodded and silently continued to push his shirt off.

“Take me to bed, Hughes.” I gave in, a gasp leaving my lips when he hoisted me up by my hips and walked me over to the bed. He was gentle when he set me down, and even gentler when he laid me out, leaning over me and kissing me once again.

“You got it, beautiful.”

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gh0vtzb1og · 25 days

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Hi, i was wondering if you could do smth with male!reader whom is a "housewife" and has this slutty body of his.. it can be anyone but I would like it to be Graves. If yes, can you add dumbification..?

I’ll show you the difference between military and me. Housewife reader au / MALE READER X GRAVES

Notes ; dumbification, America rahhh🦅🦅🦅🦅, breeding, praise, fluff, pillow humping

Cowboy military man graves to the rescue

I don’t think you guys understand how long I have been craving a graves one. Also whoever keeps suggesting dumbification I think I’m doing it right idk..

Also If anyone requests cowboy/ or country stuff what so ever. I will never write stories with fords or ram, I only do chevys and gmcs, their better trucks👍

You were standing in your husbands kitchen, cooking him dinner. Graves was a traditional man, besides the fact he was married to a man. He liked you cleaning and cooking, like a good house wife. Whenever you were on your knees scrubbing the floors, he couldn’t help but get excited, he wanted to ruin whatever you made with yours and his cum.

Graves didn’t tell anyone he was married to a man, honestly he said he was married to a woman, not like anyone would meet you. You were very quiet and reserved to outsiders, maybe that’s what he adored. He loved fucking you in public spaces, he prayed someone would find you both just so you can be embarrassed and shy away. It was always attractive when you did.

You were shy when you met him, it was at a state fair, you were in a bucking shoot, getting ready to get on some Bronc and graves made eye contact with you. Winking and going back to watching you. Maybe it was your tight shirt and jeans, you did have amazing hips for a man. But after that he immediately wrapped you around his finger and got married to you. He loved his little cowboy.

You were still in your place in the kitchen. A jingle of graves front door keys hitting together made the door unlock, a sound you loved hearing. It meant your lovely husband was home. He stepped halfway down the hallway, removing his work boots and walking into the kitchen. His arms wrapped around your waist snuggly.

You tilt your head up to look at him, graves moved his hand between your legs. He grabbed your crotch. “Philip I’m cooking, no fucking me till I’m done.” You snap back at him, graves narrowed his eyes at you, roughly using his free hand to slap your ass before moving away. Leaning against a counter.

“How was work hon?” You coo, graves took in a deep breath, he ran his finger over his wedding ring. A hum leaving his throat as he rubbed his thigh anxiously.

“Rough day, I really need you angel.” He bit his inner cheek, he did a desperate pout as you stared back at him. He was too damn desperate. Especially with that puppy dog pout? He probably had a days worth of cum waiting to be emptied into you. Graves took off his compression shirt, his body was toned with muscle, graves had a decent happy trail, nothing too much but it was definitely attractive.

Graves moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. He was trying his hardest to not rip your clothes from your body and ravage you infront of your dinner.

You were on your hands and knees, back arched as he shoved deep into your tight hole. He loved the way you squeezed and flexed around him as he used you like a fleshlight. Graves held onto your hips, his cock rocking in and out of your ass.

“Practically sucking me back in aren’t you? That’s all you know how to do isn’t it dear. You only know how to suck me back in like a good little whore hm? You love cock. This is practically your purpose isn’t it.” He growled into your ear, you quickly nodded as he continued to pound into you, your velvety walls clinging to him, making it harder and harder to pull out.

You could feel yourself loosing your mind as he rubbed against your prostate. You’d go dumb for him, just like you always did. Graves loved fucking you in like this. He’d bend you over out on the porch and fuck you dumb, your moans mixing with the songs of the coyotes, you both adored hearing their songs, but he couldn’t help but do you to the screaming songs of those feral dogs. He was a feral dog when it came to you.

When it came to being pulled back in by your perfect ass. You were the best little bimbo he could ever ask for. Something wild and free, he loved your free spirit, how confident you were; the way you crumbled for him. Graves lifted one of your legs up and to the side, hitting even deeper into you and rubbing against your prostate.

Your eyes were rolled back as he came into you, you finished against your tummy and the bedsheets. A chuckle leaving your husband as he pulled you into a loving hug.

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offbrandkyoya · 1 month

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Falling in love isn’t as easy as they make it to be. Movies, books, shows, they all have a happy ending for the couple. Sometimes the happy ending isn’t cliche and unrealistic. And yet, you believed that was all true because you fell in love quite easily.

You didn’t think you’d fall hard for Scaramouche but you did. And somehow your dumb self was attractive to him. Silly but you’re happy. You both are. Ei became the manager of 5WIRL for a while and they gain more popularity. Scaramouche didn’t like the idea of his mom being the manager but it was like a bonding moment for them.

After a while, 5WIRL disbanded. DCKZ continues to thrive though. You remember hearing the news about that from your boyfriend and you couldn’t understand why. Scaramouche told you that they were all tired and the fun is over. That it was time for the boys to move on. You respected their decision but still cried over it.

Though you’re happy because Scaramouche isn’t as busy. You’re also happy because the disbandment didn’t cause Scaramouche to lose his love for music. Now, he sings for fun and denies every record label that approaches him. You laugh at him a lot for that.

Spring is here. The perfect season to paint. You sat in your chair and let your brush guide you. Years have passed and you guys live in a house instead of an apartment. About time since you guys have been together for so long. You hum while painting by the window in your bedroom. The door opens but you don’t look up, concentrated on your picture. A pair of arms wrap around your stomach. “Yn, i bought food.” “Yay!” You kiss Scaramouche on the nose before looking back.

“So that got your attention?” “Of course. Sorry but i love food more than you.” You joke and he pouts. “Maybe you should marry the food instead?” “Maybe i should!” You put your brush down on the water cup and grab his hand. You observe his finger that wore the golden ring. “Sorry Scara, this doesn’t belong to you.” You say and slide the ring off him. Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “You’re so annoying.” “You love me!” You slide the ring back on.

“If you did lose the ring then I will marry someone else.” “Damn.” Scaramouche rubs your shoulder and sits down on the bed. “Now i want the wedding to happen right now.” “Patience my dear Scara.” You say in a low voice which makes him laugh. “Anyways, I’m singing at this coffee place. Wanna come?” You hop off your stool. “Duh! I’m excited now!”

Scaramouche stands up. “Okay then let’s go.” You freeze. “Right now?” “Yeah.” You hold your face in panic. “I-I’m a mess! I’m not ready! I need to take a shower and change outfits and-“ “You look perfect.” He says and kisses your forehead. “Come one.” He grabs your hand and the both of you exit the house.

Once arriving, Scaramouche immediately sets up while you sit down at the front. You decide you might as well order something so you buy a coffee and a muffin to go along with it. You munch on your snack and the door opens. You look at who it is and immediately smile wide. “Aether! Xiao!” You get up and walk towards them. “Hi Yn.” Aether says but when you finally get close to them, you squeal. “And hi to you Xia!” Aether holds a toddler with teal hair and golden eyes, looking at you curiously with a thumb in her mouth.

“Aw she’s so cute!” You say while bringing your finger to her. “She is.” Xiao comments. “The fact you guys have a kid without being married outstands me.” Heizou enters the room with Kazuha right behind him. “You guys actually came.” Xiao says and Heizou puffs up his chest. “Why of course! I’ll never abandon my friend!” “Shut up.” Xia looks up at Aether and the blonde shakes his head. “Papa doesn’t know either.”

“Sit with me!” You say and the boys follow you to your table. “Picked out your wedding outfit yet?” Heizou asks once he sits down. You frown, “Not yet but I’ll find one! Trust!” Xia claps her hands and you point at her. “See, she trusts me!” “She’s a baby.” Heizou states. “A very cute baby.” Xiao kisses his daughter’s cheek which makes her laugh.

You frown, “I want a baby now. Xia’s so cute.” “Didn’t you almost lose her last time?” Kazuha brings up and you blush. “Look! I didn’t lose her! We were just…playing hide and seek…and she was very good at it..” Heizou crosses his arms. “You’d make a horrible parent.” “I hate you.” Xiao pokes his baby’s cheek. “When YN throws the flowers, make sure to catch them, Aether.” The blonde blushes. “W-What? That’s so soon!” Heizou looks at the couple in confusion. “You guys LITERALLY have a baby?”

The door opens once more and Venti enters with Zhongli and Childe holding hands behind him. You notice Ei is with them as well. You turn around to your fiancé and he noticed his mother but went back to do what he was doing. You frown but turn back around. “Looks like we made it in time.” Zhongli says as the four stand right in front of the table. “Yeah, Scaras pretty slow.” You comment and you can feel glare piercing behind your head.

“I’m kind of excited.” Childe says as he swings his and Zhonglis arms. “But we’ve seen him do this before?” Zhongli tilts his head and Childe giggles. “Yeah but it’s still an exciting thing to witness.” He kisses his cheek and Heizou gags. “I can’t believe this! I’m surrounded by couples!” Kazuha laughs. “Maybe you’re the problem.” Heizou pouts then laughs also. “You want me so bad.” “Mm, in your dreams.” The two stare into each others eyes with pink cheeks then laugh again.

Ei walks over to her son who was checking to see if everything is in perfect condition. She clears her throat, “Scaramouche.” His shoulders jolt but he shakes off the scare and looks at her. “What?” She smiles “Good luck.” Scaramouche’s eyes widen a little. He sensed a bit of warmth coming off her that made his heart swell. Even so, he kept his moody expression. “Okay, thank you.” She walks to sit at another table with the three boys following after.

Scaramouche glances at you and you give him a thumbs up with a cute smile. He smiles too and grabs his guitar to start. He sits on the stool and taps the mic. Your stomach bubbles as you feel the excitement jitters take over you. Xia starts to get excited too and begins to clap her hands and make incoherent noises. Aether shushes her, bouncing his leg up and down.

“You’re all probably tired of me but I’m here to sing another song.” “That’s my best friend!” Childe shouts and everyone laughs. Scaramouche rolls his eyes then looks directly at you. “I’m about to get married soon.” He says, “My fiancé has always given me to courage to continue to sing. I want to sing for you my entire life. I love you, Yn.” You blush and fidget in your seat. “I love you too, Scaramouche.” The crowd gushes with Heizou calling you guys “cringe.” Scaramouche begins to play with everyone enjoying the show.

You watch him full of love. His voice is so soothing and the way he plays the instrument makes your stomach churn. Some people entered to shop just to listen to Scaramouche sing. It makes you happy that he has so many fans. You hear the door open and you look to see it’s Kaeya with his brother and Albedo and Thoma. Diluc looks at Kaeya and put a finger on his lips which Kaeya responded by rolling his eyes.

They go and find a table to sit but you wave at Thoma and Albedo before they go ahead. They wave back and follow the brothers. You look back at Scaramouche and listen to his singing. He’s such a dream. You’re so happy to have fallen in love with him.

After a while, he finished and everyone claps with you being the loudest. He walks to you and kisses you. You smile and once you pull apart, he whispers in your ear, “I love you.” He looks at you with a smirk. You laugh and stand up to hug him. “I love you too.”

“Sorry we came in late.” Kaeya says once he, Diluc, Albedo, and Thoma made their way to your guys table. “It’s fine”. Scaramouche tells them. “We weren’t super late though.” Thoma corrects but Diluc huffs, “Well maybe if SOMEONE had the time right we’d be here right on the dot.” Kaeya groans, “I said I’m sorry! I really thought it wasn’t till like 10 in the afternoon!”

Scaramouche chuckles, “You’re crazy if you think im going to play that late. Sleep in my best friend.” Albedo chuckles, “Well we’re here now and that’s what matters.” You place a hand on your hip. “Question, if I throw the bouquet, would you catch it?” Albedo blushes. “M-Me?” “Yeah.” “Well, I don’t know, I mean I’d try but I really wouldn’t want it…” He panics a little. “N-Not that I don’t want to marry Kaeya! I just feel like…um..”

You laugh, “It’s okay! I’m just asking. What about you Thoma?” The blonde thinks for a moment. “I think I have a chance. I’m pretty athletic.” Dilucs face turns as red as his hair. “W-What? You’re serious?” Thoma looks at him with confusion at first then blushes also. “W-Well, it’s hypothetical, of course! Besides, we just started going out, it’d be too soon.” “Not to soon to have a baby though!” Heizou butts in and Xiao kicks his leg from under the table.

All of you decided to stay at the coffee shop till the night despite Scaramouche wanting to go home. You managed to convince him though. One by one they left. First were Xiao and Aether since it was Xias bedtime. You attempted to take her home with you but Aether slapped the back of your head. Venti left because he wanted to sleep and Scaramouche never felt so jealous in his entire life. Heizou and Kazuha left early too to your surprise. Turns out they were going to watch a movie and that it was a date night.

You wished them luck and you felt happy knowing those two are getting even closer. Scaramouche noticed his mother grow tired as her head would bop up and down. He told her she can go home but Ei didn’t want to since she wanted to be with him. After more pushing, Ei was going to leave. Though Scaramouche stopped her to say, “Thanks for coming.” You’ve never seen Ei smile so much before. She left and you kissed Scaramouche’s cheek as a reward.

“I have to go home. Klees waiting for me.” Albedo says, looking at his phone. “She’s grown. She’ll be fine!” Kaeya rests his chin on top of his boyfriend’s head. “You’re going to turn out to be a horrible dad in the future.” Diluc states and Kaeya glares at him. “I have to get going too.” Thoma speaks up. “I have to work tomorrow.” He pouts and you frown with him. “That sucks. I wish you luck, Thoma.” “Thanks Yn.” You both hug. “It was nice seeing you!” You let go. “It’s going to be busy thanks to the wedding.”

“Congratulations again.” Diluc smiles and you smile too. “Thank you!” Diluc flicks Kaeya’s forehead. “Let’s go.” “What?! Me too?!” “Yes, now come on.” Kaeya groans. “Ugh, fine!” You bid them all farewell. “Tell Klee I said hi!” You tell Albedo after you guys hug. He laughs, “I will.” The four of them leave and alls that’s left is you, Scaramouche, Zhongli, and Childe.

Childe rushes to Scaramouche and pulls him in a grip tight hug. “I’m so proud of you! Look at you singing in front of crowds and now you’re getting married soon! Next thing you know it, you’re having ten kids!” Scaramouche’s face turns red as he tries pushing Childe off him. “We’re not having ten kids!” “Yet.” Childe responds and lets go of the smaller.

“Can I be the godfather?” “No.” Zhongli laughs. “We should leave you both alone now. Come dear.” Childe blushes and holds his hand. “Okay okay. I really am happy for you though, Scaramouche.” Your fiancé smiles and laughs. “I should be thanking you.” “Why?” “For being my best friend.” The ginger blinks and his eyes water. “Oh my god you DO care about me!” “Go home.” You and Zhongli laugh then Zhongli and Childe finally left.

You wrap an arm around Scaramouche’s. “Let’s go for a walk.” “What about my stuff?” You shrug, “We’ll come back.” He raises a brow. “Alright.” You exit and you both walk down the sidewalk, admiring the night sky. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m happy.” “Me too.” He kisses your head. He looks up at the sky. “The moon’s beautiful tonight.” “It is.”

You look at each other. “I love you.” You both say at the same time, causing you guys to laugh. “All that singing made me hungry.” He says. “Same here. What do you want to eat?” “Maybe a sandwich.” You tilt your head. “Just a sandwich.” Scaramouche nods. “Yeah. What else do I need?” You giggle. “Okay. Where do you-“ “No.” Scaramouche stops walking and so do you. He looks directly in your eyes. “I want you to make it.” You blink then giggle again. “Alright. I’ll make you a sandwich.” Scaramouche smiles and you continue walking together under the night sky.

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celestialspecial · 1 year

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I Still Do

Thank you for 700 followers!!!! You guys rock- thank you for making me realize how much I love writing and being so loving and supportive of my work.

*places a kiss on each of your foreheads*

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The book lay heavily in your hands. Thick cardstock and glossy full color pages bursting to life with each page turned.

You’d sprung for the fancy package, because why not? A matte black hard cover with gold embossing delicately scribbled across the front in some fancy schmancy font that one would usually associate with wedding invitations.

Those days had passed and they’d been fun enough. The planning, the excitement but while your friends had ooed and awwed over floral arrangements and cake choices you instead looked forward to other things.

A future with the man of your dreams. While you did find yourself giggling and joking with them about the trials and tribulations of marriage, it felt different. It felt right.

A lightness and a rightness in saying ‘yes’ to him.

That had been years ago and while, yes, there were some rough days. Some highs and lows. It still felt easy. Even those winding roads and unexpected things felt easy to navigate by his side.

Lately work had been consuming Billy’s every waking moment. Days chock full of meeting after meeting. Paperwork, spreadsheets, traveling, the whole gamut.

Even now as you peered around the corner into your bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed, laptop opened and furious typing filled the room.

His eyes roamed over the screen and a small wrinkle formed between his brows as he scowled at what was before him. You stood there peeking in on him, the book now behind your back, as you watched him.

His eyes never left the screen as he continued typing but his voice rang out, startling you a bit.

“Are you gonna stand there and hide or are you gonna come and save me from writing out another god forsaken email?”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that rushed past your lips.

“I’m out of view! How the heck did you see me?” His eyes still remained on the laptop but you noticed the way the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“I can hear you.”

“I was being quiet.”

“Quiet as a bulldozer.” You made a huff in faux anger as you walked over to the edge where he sat.

“That’s what I get for marrying a marine I guess.”

At that Billy’s eyes did leave the email he was angrily pounding out to look up at you. Hand reaching out and softly running the back along your jaw.

The sensation tickled and sparked something in the pit of your stomach. His dark eyes darted to the side then back to you.

“What’s behind your back.”

“Put away the laptop and I might show you.”

You’d never seen a work device shut and tossed aside so quickly. He grinned up at you, patting the bed next to him, smoothing a few wrinkles out of the duvet cover.

Coaxing yourself onto the mattress and pulling one leg to cross the other you quickly pulled the book around, holding it tight to your chest. Only the blank back cover showing.

He raised a brow, curiously inspecting the mysterious item. Waiting for you to proceed.

“I hate to the be the person on the receiving end of what sounded like a scathing email you were typing out.”

“Some people don’t understand gentle nudges.”

“You’ve been working really hard recently.” At that his interest in the book cooled as he looked briefly away, running his fingers through the dark locks on his head.

His hair had grown out longer, and his usual scruff was slowly morphing into a full beard. He’d barely had any time to eat let alone go to the barber.

It was unlike him. You joked that he was vain, but was there really anything wrong with wanting to keep up one’s appearance? Especially when one was the CEO of a booming corporation.

“I have, but I promise I’m going to start delegating more. It’s just these new recruits are all green and I can’t afford to have any mistakes. And I-“ he paused taking in your sympathetic face.

“And I don’t want to talk about. I’m here with you right now.” The grin returned to his face as a finger reached out and he tapped against the back of the book. “And I want to know what this is.”

Your grin turned feline, allowing the top of the book to drop down so he could grasp one end.

Billy’s eyes ran over the front cover, zipping back and forth before darting up to yours. His lips had parted ever so slightly and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Is this…what I think it is?”

“Well if you already know I guess you don’t have to look at it then.” You moved to take the book back but his grip held firm, tightening against the spine.

He pulled it another inch closer to him.

“You’re gonna be in big trouble if you don’t let me look.”

“Why do I feel like I’m already in big trouble?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see his resolve starting to melt away. A hungry look began to grow in his eyes, fixated on the cover.

It was too good and part of you wanted to drag it out longer but your poor husband. He was practically aching to look, so you let your hand drop and he immediately pulled the book into his lap and flipped open to the first page.

Then the second. The third. The fourth. With each page turning you could watch the lust seem to grow brighter and brighter in his eyes.

His breathing turned shallow and the tips of his ears had begun to turn the slightest shade of pink. After a long drawn out moment he spoke,

“When did you have this done?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist. Tight and unyielding, until his thumb began to brush over your own heated skin.

“I think…you’d better tell me.”

He flipped to another page, then another.

“This one��.this…God-“ he cut off, fingers drifting over the paper before him, twitching as they held the page between his thumb and forefinger.

Of course he’d focused in on that one. Not that you weren’t watching him now slowly losing it as he took in photo after photo of you.

A girlfriend had mentioned getting boudoir photos done before her wedding and there sparked an idea in your head.

Sure you two weren’t newly married, the honeymoon phase gone years ago. And yet the flame burned just as bright between the two of you.

There wasn’t a freckle, divet, or curve on you he hadn’t seen. Not a crease or mole he couldn’t place and yet as he devoured the photos from your own boudoir shoot it was as if it was all brand new.

The traditional lingerie shots had been fun, Lacey numbers that had way too many straps but looked gorgeous on camera.

A few of you surrounded by books, a white button up haphazardly falling off your shoulder as you held a book in your hands, a steamy romance novel. Eyeglasses dangling from your mouth.

The one he stopped on had been you, on your bed, Billy’s suit jacket draped over your shoulders. Covering enough, a satin thong sat on your thighs and you had one of his work ties pulled between your legs.

Your face, one of ecstasy, and you remember taking the shot and half telling the photographer not to leave it in. It had felt so raw and your cheeks turned pink when you’d seen it on their camera.

You remembered the thoughts you’d had to conjure up to make that face. Billy’s face pressed between your thighs, his moans drowning out your cries.

Billy beside you now, seemed to be humming with energy. He wasn’t physically shaking but you could see him nearly hanging on as his eyes scanned over each and every page.

After he’d consumed the entire book, and gone back about three times, he landed again on the tie picture.

Before you could ask if he liked it, a thought that felt silly and yet you’d never given a gift like this before. He was up and at the dresser, rifling through one of the drawers until he came away with a dark navy tie in hand.

“Was this it?” He asked, holding the swath of fabric. How he’d examined the image with the accuracy and precision only a marine could, of course he knew exactly which tie you’d used.

Your mouth barely open as you nodded. Not a split second and he was before you, knees bumping against yours as he held the item of clothing out, draping it around your neck and leaning in.

Fingers grasped your chin holding it in place as he lowered his eyes to meet yours.

“Recreate it.”

“W-what?” You couldn’t help the stammer that had escaped you.

“This picture. I want to see what it looked like, in real life.” You laughed at that.

“Billy-“ but you could tell from the way he was looking at you, a hunger so divine and untainted that you felt a shiver slither its way up your back. Heat pooling between your legs as his grip tightened ever so slightly on your chin.

Realizing you were the instigator of this situation your hands pulled the loose t shirt you were wearing off, tossing it to the side. Followed by your pajama shorts and socks.

You turned away from him to unclasp your bralette, “I’m gonna need your suit-“ but as you looked back around he was standing there holding one of his dark suit jackets out to you.

One hand over your chest and sticking your tongue out at him before pulling it over your shoulders. Glancing at the lining you realized this was the very same jacket from the photo.

“How did you..”

“It’s one of my custom tailored pieces.” You were still facing away from him but you felt his hot breath by your ear as his hand slid down the back of the fine material, giving your rear a squeeze in the process.

You squeaked at that before realizing. The underwear. You didn’t have them anymore. The dryer decided to eat them, tearing the satin fabric and creating quiet a mess to clean from the filter for you.

“I don’t have the thong anymore.”

His hands roamed over your back and along your waist, kneading at your sides as he let his head rest in the crook of your shoulder.

“That’s ok, do it without them.” You felt the heat bristling under your skin. Pinpricks of pleasure running just under the surface. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Instead you pushed away from him, letting his jacket cover your butt as you squatted down enough to get your much less sexy underwear off.

In your last attempt at a playful jest you tossed them over your shoulder at Billy who caught them effortlessly. A shit eating grin plastered across his face.

Letting one of the leg holes swing around his index finger playfully.

“Encore!” You shook your head at that before resuming your place on the bed as you had been on the photo shoot.

You could feel his gaze resting heavily on you. Every part of you.

Removing the tie from around your neck, wrapping slightly around your knuckles once then on the other hand letting the silky fabric come to rest between your legs.

The cool touch of the fabric grazing against the sensitive spot between your legs made you shudder softly.

“How’s this?” You asked, begging for the silence to be broken as you watched Billy, his whole attention focused on you.

“And make the face.” He said. A little to casually for your liking. Because of course, he wanted to see the whole scene played out.

You tried imagining the scenario again but being out on the spot, it felt so inorganic, so forced. He could tell.

“What if I helped you out?” The saliva in your mouth had fully dried up at this point. Help? “Close your eyes.”

You couldn’t stifle the halfhearted giggle you made as you said his name.

“Close.”

You did as he said. Eyelids drifting shut, licking your lips in anticipation. Not quite sure what his intention was.

You felt the warmth of his hand closing over your ankle, rubbing soft circles on your skin.

“Do you remember when we went to the beach up in Michigan?”

You nodded, licking your lips nervously.

“The way the breeze was..warm and inviting. And we had a cabin with our own private beach?” His hand moved up your leg to rest on the inside of your knee that was planted on the mattress.

“And when we got tired there was a patio with a hot tub overlooking the water as the sun set.” You could feel where this was going.

“And I seem to recall a few days where we didn’t even leave the bed.” He ran a finger up and down your thigh, depthless eyes looking up at you. Oh he was wicked.

“The way the sheets would get all tangled up and I could smell the fresh air in your hair. Feel the heat on your skin where the sun kissed you a little too much. How your lips tasted-“

The need swirling around in your stomach and that desperate desire to feel him inside you started to fire within every nerve.

“How did my lips taste, Billy?”

“Which ones?” His hand didn’t rise higher to where you needed him, but you were dying for contact, friction, anything.

Two could play at this game. Pulling the tie up tighter between your legs, not even feeling guilty for the gasp that left your lips at the soft drag of it against your body.

Billy’s eyes watched with rapt attention. You could feel the tell tale signs of pleasure building with each glide of his tie, certain you’d need to toss the thing aside before you soaked through it.

“And when we did finally leave the bed it was only so I could bury myself so deep into you on the beach that not even the waves and wind could drown out your screams.”

Your mouth opened in a silent moan, begging for release.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You didn’t need him to say it outright to know your face matched the picture. The same feelings coursing through you now were the ones you’d envisioned when taking the shot.

“Why don’t you make a mess on my tie, sweetheart?” The words had you grinding onto the fabric, but that wasn’t what you wanted.

It took more willpower than you’d care to admit to toss the tie aside, grabbing Billy by the shoulders and pulling him onto you as you both dropped onto the duvet and pillows.

Your mouths collide in a kiss only described as feral. Desperate to touch and taste each and every part of each others mouth. His tongue sliding against your own and you hear him groan loudly.

His hands brushing your hair away from your face, pieces caught up in the crossfire of your kiss. His palms coaxing the jacket open and running along your breasts.

Chest heaving you arch up into him to show your displeasure at his continued teasing. You can feel the hardness pressing into your thigh and you line up to grind against him fully.

The hiss he makes thrills you and is only amplified when you feel him grab a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck to him.

He licks a line up the column of your neck before pressing a scalding kiss to your jaw before working his way back down.

“Torturing me with those photos.” He murmured as his lips continued to lavish along your collar bones then along the swell of your breasts.

His body settling into the cradle of your thighs and you pushed up again dying to feel his cock, hot and pulsing against you.

“Someone is eager.” He huffed out, a smile playing across his face as his mouth continued its devilish work sucking on one of your nipples. The other under the palm of his hand.

“Billy, I swear to god…please.” A weak plea answered with a roll of his hips against you and you felt dizzy with desire.

Your mind felt fuzzy and in that haziness you managed to free one of your arms, letting it drift between your bodies. Pressing firmly to where his pants had become unbearably tight.

The sound he made as you stroked the front of his pants sent electricity shooting up your spine. All these clothes needed off. Now.

Any other day Billy would be even more tortuous, drawing out your pleasure but tonight after viewing that picture book he seemed in just as much a rush as you.

Fumbling over remaining clothing, ripping open buttons, unzipping and sliding out of his suit jacket eventually he was just as bare as you.

Capturing your lips in another toe curling kiss. His scent filling your nostrils and your own hands tangled up in his hair and the sheets.

“Please please-“ you could feel him pressed against your thigh, the silky hardness so close to where you needed him.

You feel his hand caress the side of your face once more, turning your face so your eyes meet his fully. His expression is enough to undo you. Passion mixed with awe, tenderness and thrill.

And people say married life is boring.

No words need exchanged as you feel him slide home, stretching you slowly. You swear you can feel each ridge and vein on him. Forcing air into your lungs as you feel him fill you up completely.

“How’s my girl?” He asked placing a gently kiss on your temple. His body hovering just above yours.

“Good.” You say rather breathless. Mind unable to focus on anything beyond him within you. How his body seemed to melt into yours perfectly.

His hips slotted against yours and then a gentle rocking. Your eyes squeezed shut, relishing the push and pull, hips rising up to meet each arc and rock.

It’s delicious, but not enough. Faster, deeper. Your ankles cross behind his lower back, pulling him even closer to you as he grinds into you.

Billy grunts as he begins to pick up the pace. Your body feels heated, his hot breath next to your ear, then a few open mouthed kisses to your pulse point on your neck.

Filling you up deeper and deeper. Your moans match alongside the noises he’s making. You can tell he’s close the louder he gets.

Your mouths move against one another, desperate longing. He rocks faster and faster. Claiming your mouth and body all at once.

Your orgasm snuck up on you, slowly swirling through your entire essence then you lost it all at once.

Sweating, breathless, holding onto Billy for dear life as you said his name over and over. His hips continued their relentless sway carrying you through your bliss.

Then it was his turn to join you. Pushing off from the bed, holding you tight against his chest as he emptied himself into you. A loud groan followed by expletives and final few thrusts.

Both of you toppling off to the side, panting heavily. You moved to wipe a few pieces of sweat soaked hair from his forehead, then placing a kiss to the now clear spot.

You found yourself mesmerized by his dark lashes, watching them flutter as he took in a full breath. Cheeks no longer ruddy and red but fading to a softer pink.

The two of you laid there in silence, coming down from the post climax high. Basking in the afterglow, the only sound your breathing coming back to center.

After a moment Billy turned to you, his fingers brushing up the length of your arm.

“Thank you.”

“I’d say I got a little something out of it too.” You chuckled, running the back of your buckles over his cheek. He laughed in response.

“I meant for the book, but yes also this.” You snuggled closer to him, just enjoying being in his arms. Yes, married life was bliss.

The next morning you rolled over still groggy from sleep, a satisfied ache between your legs. Billy’s side of the bed was empty but you could hear him moving about getting ready for work.

Sounds of the coffee pot being turned on and that delicious aroma wafted in from the kitchen. A moment later you saw him standing in the doorway, anvil mug in hand as he took a sip of the fresh brew.

“I’m heading out. Coffees on. I promise not to be too late tonight” he grinned as you sleepily nodded, bed head and all. He lowered the mug and with a wave turned on his heel, the front door closing behind him.

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fallinallincurls · 10 months

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all’s well that ends well to end up with you

here is my entry for @wyattjohnston’s summer fic exchange 2k23!! this fic is for @ya-pucking-nerd !! i had so much fun writing this and i hope you love it just as much! writing cale has always been a favorite of mine and this one was no exception. and shutout to @tonyspep as always for brainstorming so much of this idea with me!

i ALSO made a playlist for this fic which you can listen to here!

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 5.3k

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Cale’s offseason has hardly started, yet his phone is already lighting up with a call from you to no doubt make summer plans before he heads back to Calgary to enjoy time with his family and to start his summer training.

It’s not unusual for his best friend to call him and the soft, giddy smile on his lips at just the sight of your name on his phone display is nothing new either, but when the call connects and words are practically spewing from your lips, he knows something must be wrong.

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” Cale cuts you off, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“I said,” You emphasize, taking a deep breath to ensure you speak slower this time, “you got invited to Ryan’s wedding right? The one that’s in a few weeks in Montana?”

“Yeah, I did. What about it?”

“Well, uh, I kinda realized that showing up by myself would be lame right? Like this guy used to be insanely in love with me, but now he’s getting married and I’m, well, not even close to being in a relationship let alone a serious one.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. You and Ryan are still friends so it won’t be awkward and I’ll be there so you won’t be bored at any point.” Cale replies, still confused as to what you’re getting at.

“We are still friends, but I have to prove that I’m doing just as well as he is, you know? So I have a plan. Well, more of a question before a plan.” You explain, feeling the nerves creep in as the moment about revealing what you’ve been thinking of asking Cale nears with each passing second.

“Okay…”

“What do you think about going as a fake couple? Like we’re dating but it’s obviously not real? Just to prove to Ryan that I’ve moved on and am doing better! He already knows we’re friends and I don’t think it’d be that hard for us to come up with a story and act all lovey dovey together for a few days.”

Cale is silent on the other line and you have a sick feeling in your stomach that you’ve really messed up. It was a stupid idea anyway. Why would he agree to it? He might be your best friend, but asking him to fake date you? It wasn’t that smart.

“So what’s our story?” Cale asks after a moment, trying to hide the smile growing on his lips that you can’t see anyway.

“Our story?”

“Yeah, if we’re going to make this convincing we have to be on the same page about how we met, the first time we said ‘I love you,’ some funny moments that have happened since we got together. Stuff like that.”

Before you can even begin to think about everything Cale just mentioned, your heart begins racing and a grin is on full display across your face.

“So you’re in?” The question is full of excitement and Cale can’t help but chuckle in response.

“Of course I’m in. I’d do anything for you Y/N. Plus, I think it would be fun to finally get back at Ryan for what he did to you.” Cale replies, trying desperately to ignore the butterflies erupting in his stomach. You squeal on the other end of the line and jump right into ironing out the details so there isn’t anything missed that can foil the plan.

Cale pays attention because he has to, but he knows he’s in trouble. He just agreed to be your fake boyfriend for a whole weekend. Cale’s already hiding how he really feels about you and he has a feeling getting a taste of what he wants so badly will only make him fall even harder.

“Okay,” You say, clicking your seatbelt back into place as the plane begins its descent and turning your gaze to the blue eyed, rosy cheek boy next to you. “Remember our story?”

Cale playfully rolls his eyes at the question you’ve asked about a hundred times since you both boarded the short flight to Montana. “Yes, I do. We met in one of the business classes we were both taking together at the University of Denver when I was working towards finishing my degree in my free time. You had no idea I played hockey and after I asked for a pen that day in class, we started hanging out together. The rest is history.” He recites the story of how you actually met with a smile. “Our anniversary is April 29th, we’ve already met each other’s families and we couldn’t be any happier together.”

“Good job!”

“Most of our fake relationship is based off of how we really met so it isn’t that hard to remember, Y/N.” Cale teases, earning a small chuckle from you in response.

“I know and that will only make it more convincing, don’t you think? Being best friends and having history together already gives us an advantage. I just hope it works.”

“It will.” Cale murmurs, intertwining his fingers with yours and giving your hand a squeeze. You give him a sweet smile in return, before you begin talking about how excited you are about all the plans that are in place for the moment you land. He has to try and remember none of what happens between the two of you this weekend will be real, but that won’t stop him from taking it all in as if this was his real life even if just for a short amount of time.

Best friends, nothing more. Best friends, nothing more.

The words repeat in his head when the plane lands, as you both gather your luggage from baggage claim and throughout the entire cab ride to the resort where the wedding is being held. And just when Cale thinks the reminder is concrete and that nothing will sway him, he opens the door to your assigned hotel room and he stops breathing as he freezes in the threshold.

“Cale? What’s wrong?” You ask from behind him, unable to see around his broad shoulders into the luxurious room. He doesn’t say anything at first, just shuffles through the door and you’re about to tease him until you see the single king size bed in the middle of the room. “Oh.”

“Uh, there’s only one bed.” Cale states the obvious as if both of you aren’t already staring at the bed. “I swear I booked a room with two separate queens, but there must have been a mixup or something. I can check with the front desk to see if we can be moved and if not, I can just sleep on the floor. You can have the bed. That’s fine. It’ll work if-”

“Cale.” You say his name firmly, holding his wrist in an attempt to get him to look at you. He has flipped into rational thinking mode because of the issue at hand, but you know calming him down is the first step in telling him it’s all okay. “You will not be sleeping on the floor. I won’t allow it. That will kill your back and you know it.” “But-”

“No buts. We’re only here for two nights. Sleeping in the same bed won’t be the end of the world for us. How many times have we fallen asleep on the couch together? Or taken a pregame nap? This is no different. I promise.” Your words are soft and visibly make Cale relax. He knows you’re right, but a large part of him knows he won’t be able to handle being that close to you in such an intimate setting even if it’s under the guise of a fake relationship.

“You’re right.” Cale sighs, calming himself down and realizing the situation isn’t as bad as he thought it is. “We can do this.”

You offer him a sweet smile before walking further into the room and dropping your suitcase to the ground. “Do you want to explore the town today since we’re here a day early? I looked up the usual touristy things and places to eat just in case.” Cale looks at his watch and shrugs, feeling happiness surge through him at the thought of wandering through a new place with you.

“That sounds perfect. I’ve never been to Montana before so getting to spend a little time in the town would be really nice.” Cale doesn’t mention how spending all that extra time with you is really what he’s looking forward to most. He would go anywhere in the world if it meant being by your side.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You say excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. And if your heart races a little faster than usual when Cale chuckles and follows behind, no one has to know.

Cale wasn’t kidding when he said he’s never been to Montana before, but he has to admit the little town not far from the resort is the cutest place he’s ever seen. Little storefronts line the streets and both locals and tourists take their time enjoying the cozy town. The scenery is gorgeous too, snow capped mountains extending high into the bright blue sky, but there’s nothing quite like the joy on clear display across your face at every new experience you and Cale do while exploring.

So far, you’ve stopped in various antique shops, a bookstore, two art galleries and took a tour of the local distillery. You haven’t stopped smiling at all and Cale can practically feel his heart swell every time you turn to him with nothing but excitement and adoration.

You’re walking down the busy street next to Cale, still trying to take in the entire scene when your stomach growls. The lighthearted laugh that you love so much slips past Cale’s lips and you can’t help but smile at the beautiful sound.

“Sorry,” You giggle. “I guess we should find somewhere to go for dinner, huh? I didn’t even realize how late it was.”

“Want to try that restaurant we passed before that looked good?” Cale suggests and you nod in agreement. As you both turn in the opposite direction to head back to the establishment, Cale takes a subtle leap of faith and intertwines his fingers with yours. He argues it’s just to get used to faking a relationship especially around other people, but when you smile up at him and squeeze his hand in response, he can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way about him.

That would be crazy though. Cale knows that.

He pushes those thoughts out of his head and focuses on dinner with you. The meal is full of laughter and recounting shared memories which fill both of your hearts to the brim. By the time you’ve both finished eating and had a few glasses of wine, the sun has fully set and the road is calmer than it was earlier.

When the waiter comes back with the check, you thank him before Cale insists on paying and you don’t object because you know he won’t budge. You try to stifle a yawn as he signs the receipt, but he somehow notices everything so it’s no surprise he asks the obvious question.

“Sleepy?” Cale chuckles, putting all his attention on you again. You feel your cheeks heating under his attentive, but soft gaze.

“A little. It’s been such a good day, just a little long.” You reply with honesty and Cale nods along in agreement.

“Well, we can’t have you falling asleep during the ceremony tomorrow so we should probably head back.”

“I guess so.” You smile at Cale before following closely behind to exit the restaurant. “Although having you there will already make the whole wedding more bearable. Thank you again for this.”

“It was an easy decision to come along with you. Plus, I can’t wait to see Ryan’s face tomorrow when he sees us together as a couple. Besides getting to spend time with you in this beautiful place, that will make the whole trip worth it.”

You giggle because the mental image is hilarious. Although the walk back to the resort isn’t long, you lean into Cale, who wraps his arm around you, and take in the serene moment. Any worries or anxieties about spending a whole day tomorrow fake dating your best friend have seemingly disappeared which you couldn’t be more grateful for. You’re determined to just enjoy the day with him and not let your feelings get tangled with whatever may happen to convince everyone at the wedding that you’re actually together.

It can’t be that hard.

But when you return back to the hotel room ready to watch a movie and call it a night, Cale seems nervous and jumpy again. It must still be the one bed situation even though you reassured him earlier that it’s fine.

“Um,” Cale starts, his voice quiet and shy. He meets your gaze for a few seconds before looking away. “Is it okay if I take the bathroom first?”

“Yeah, of course! Go ahead. I’ll just get changed real quick while you’re in there. My nighttime routine isn’t anything crazy anyway.” You chuckle, hoping to ease some of the obvious tension Cale seems to be experiencing. With a nod and a gentle smile, Cale disappears into the en suite bathroom which leaves you scourging through your suitcase for the pajamas you packed. “Where in the world are they?” You mutter to yourself before finding the set buried all the way at the bottom.

With a silent celebration, you quickly switch out your jeans for the comfy shorts and right as you’re pulling the shirt you’ve been wearing all day off, the bathroom door creaks open. Before he can catch a glimpse of anything, you face away from him and call out, “Cale! Just turn around a minute, please?”

He does as you ask, he wouldn’t ever overstep like that. But Cale’s breath was already stolen away from those brief, accidental seconds when he got to see the smooth expanse of your back, the gentle curve of your breast and your hair spilling over your shoulders.

His mind is going a million miles a minute, trying to remind him that that’s his best friend he’s thinking about this way. You’ve always been gorgeous and he’s known that since you met, but something about this moment is striking him in an entirely new way. Maybe it’s the small proximity of the hotel room. Maybe it’s that his feelings for you continue to get stronger and stronger with each passing minute.

Cale has no idea, but he’s in big trouble either way.

“Okay!” Your voice interrupts his thoughts, “I’m all good. You can turn back around.” Cale lets out a sigh when he sees your bright smile and how cozy you look in the matching blue pajama set. “All good?” You double check while trying not to make it obvious that you’re taking in just how adorable Cale looks right now.

“All good. Want me to pick the movie? And do you, uh, prefer a certain side of the bed?”

“Yes, pick the movie. Whatever you want! And nope, I’m not picky.” With that, you disappear into the bathroom for a few moments as Cale settles in. By the time you reemerge only a few minutes later, you see he picked a movie you’ve both watched a thousand times and claimed the right side of the bed. He looks so soft and cuddly which makes your heart skip a beat just at the sight of him.

Cale pats your side of the bed and gives you that sweet smile you adore so much. After slipping under the covers and plugging your phone in, he starts the movie. Despite how weird sharing a bed felt hours ago, now there’s nothing but comfort evident in this moment. You don’t know how much of the movie you actually watch before you start drifting off, head resting against Cale’s shoulder. But the last thing you remember before sleep takes over is Cale whispering a quiet “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The warm sunlight shines through the hotel room curtains, pulling you out of the peaceful dream currently unfolding in your mind. You slowly blink your eyes open and get reacquainted with where you are, in Montana with Cale for the wedding, when you realize that you’re wrapped up in a strong embrace and your head is resting against your best friend’s chest.

And before you even have time to realize you’re both practically snuggled up together which somehow must’ve happened during the night, you notice Cale’s beautiful blue eyes are focused on you and there’s a lazy, but adorable smiling donning his lips. His hair is messy from sleep and his cheeks are already rosy. He looks like a dream.

A part of you thinks that you could get used to this, but that reality still seems so far away and unlikely to happen. So you might as well enjoy the moment when it’s here.

You match his grin, lean up a little to get a better view of him and start absentmindedly playing with the loose collar of the old t-shirt he’s wearing. He watches you, waiting with patience for you to say something.

“You drool in your sleep, Makar.”

“Hm, do I?” Cale laughs softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back while the other brushes some loose hair behind your ear. “Well, I guess I should make it up to you by letting you shower first, huh?”

“That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Bathroom’s all yours then. Just let me get in there at some point before we have to leave, please. I can’t show up with my hair looking like this.”

“Your bedhead is so cute though! I don’t think anyone would mind.” You tease him back, the happiest laugh escaping past your lips as you untangle yourself from the blankets to head towards the bathroom. The moment the door closes behind you and the sound of the shower running can be heard, Cale lets out a sigh while scrubbing his hands over his face.

That felt a little too real for Cale’s liking if he’s going to try and keep all his feelings under the guise of pretending. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the banter and soft moment of waking up next to you.

As he listens to you sing a Taylor Swift song while getting ready, Cale goes through his usual routine before beginning to get dressed in his favorite suit. He happens to know it’s also your favorite suit of his so maybe, just maybe, he picked it for that reason too. He’s just fixing the navy blue tie you told him to wear so he’d match your dress when you step out of the bathroom and Cale has another moment where it feels like he can’t breathe.

You hadn’t told him anything about the dress minus its color prior to this very moment. The beautiful navy blue fabric hugs your body in all the right places and stops mid calf to showcase the pretty heels you picked to match. Cale also can’t help but notice the slit that shows off your left leg too. The straps are tied in bows at your shoulders and the dress is perfect, yet simple and you look absolutely stunning.

But Cale’s gaze catches on the glittering bracelet on your right arm. The one he gifted you as a graduation gift. The one you’ve told him you only wear for special occasions. It almost shocks Cale to his core that you’re wearing it now, but his heart couldn’t be happier.

“Wow. Y/N, you look gorgeous. So pretty.” Cale manages to get out, eyes still taking the sight of you. The bright smile that takes over your face rivals the sun which makes him practically melt on the spot. Cale knows then, more than ever, that he’s hopelessly in love with you.

“Thank you,” You say, voice shy and gentle. “You look really handsome yourself, Cale.” And he does. He’s wearing your favorite suit of his and looks incredible as always. Your heart swells just looking at him.

“Thanks,” He replies with a sweet smile before you close the space between the two of you to readjust his tie. That same surging emotion from last night rushes through his veins at the close proximity to you and when you pat his chest, signaling your work is done, he meets your gaze and takes a few seconds to remember every detail of this moment. “All ready to go?” Cale asks simply, trying to make sure he looks unaffected by what just happened.

“Mhm. Remember our story for when people ask because you know they will and we both know each other’s boundaries with PDA, so we’ll stick to what’s appropriate there, yeah?” Your best friend nods in response as he slips his fingers between yours again like it’s something that happens all the time.

“Sounds like a plan. We have to leave now so we aren’t late, sweetheart.” Cale ties the pet name out while guiding you towards the door and as your heart is racing, you can’t stop smiling knowing that today is going to be amazing with this incredible man by your side even if he’s only your fake boyfriend for the day.

And you aren’t wrong. The ceremony goes by without any hiccups. Cale keeps his hand in yours the whole time and presses the softest kisses to the side of your head throughout. You introduced Cale to a bunch of your friends as your boyfriend which only earned you more sweet smiles and gentle touches from the boy at your side. It felt like living in a blissful bubble where nothing could disrupt your fantasy even though you knew deep down this was all still pretend. There was no way Cale had real feelings for you.

The real test though is the reception. You can’t avoid Ryan forever and you have a feeling he’s going to make a point to come over and talk, but more importantly, ask about your date. Before the nerves can take over though, Cale puts all your worries away. As you both stand side by side in front of the seating chart in search of your names, he kisses your cheek and pulls you in closer to his side.

“How are you holding up?”

“Pretty good. There’s this awesome guy who is making the whole night a lot more fun than I thought it could’ve been.” You giggle, watching Cale’s cheeks brighten with the familiar pink color of blush.

“Really? Because I can’t get enough of the girl I’m here with either. Her smile is making it hard to breathe. And I’m glad she invited me along.” Cale responds with a smile on his lips and blue eyes full of nothing but adoration. His words pierce your heart in the most unexpected way because you know he means them. None of what he says is pretend to fit the show you’re both putting on.

But what could that possibly mean?

You don’t get a lot of time to think about it because Cale spots your names together under Table 8 and gives your hand a tiny squeeze before guiding you through the decorated ballroom. You take in all the beautiful sights and settle in next to Cale as you greet the other guests seated at your table. One of your college best friends is in the chair on your right which brings you even more comfort.

“Y/N!” She exclaims, giving you a hug while sporting a huge grin. “Last time we talked you didn’t mention that the handsome, but adorable professional hockey player who you always claimed to be your best friend is your boyfriend now!”

“Oh,” You chuckle, glancing at Cale who is in a conversation with one of the guests who are also sitting at your table. “We didn’t want to tell everyone just yet. But yeah, we’re together now and he’s the best.”

“I don’t know why you both waited all that time. It was obvious you two had feelings for each other the first time you met! I remember how you bursted into the campus coffeehouse with the happiest look on your face and I knew you met someone incredible.”

“It wasn’t that obvious to us for a while, I guess. But we’re making up for the lost time now.” You say softly, turning to look back at Cale as a million thoughts run through your head.

Since you met Cale, you’ve had feelings for him and for years, you never said anything because you couldn’t risk losing the best friendship you’ve ever had. But with your friend’s words echoing in your mind, you realize there is no time to waste. He didn’t even object when you asked him to be your fake boyfriend for the wedding. He has been noticeably more sweet and attentive the whole weekend and you’ve even noticed things he’s said or done that seem to be hinting at the fact he might want to be more than friends with you.

Ohmygod.

You’re in love with Cale and he most likely has feelings for you too.

Suddenly, nothing else matters except confessing the very thing you’ve tried to hide from him for years, but when you turn to ask Cale for a moment outside, the lights dim and the DJ’s voice booms through the speakers around the room.

“Everyone, please welcome the bride and groom!” Everyone stands and claps as the newlyweds enter the ballroom hand in hand with beaming smiles on their faces. The first dance song is introduced and even though you watch the couple dance together, you’re more focused on the boy next to you.

Cale’s arm is wrapped around you as a silent reminder he’s there because he probably thinks seeing your ex-boyfriend dance with his now wife at his wedding isn’t the greatest reminder that you’re single and here with a “fake” date. But you don’t even care about that right now. His touch grounds you and it’s what makes your mind up about telling Cale about how you feel.

Applause erupts again as the song finishes and almost drowns out the DJ’s next words. “The newlyweds would like to invite all couples to join them on the dance floor for this next dance.”

The familiar beginning notes of Taylor Swift’s “Lover” fill the air which makes you let out a little gasp in surprise. You love this song and Cale knows it. He can’t let this opportunity slip away from him, especially not with the plans he has.

“May I have this dance?” Cale asks softly, sporting an adorable smile while holding his hand out for you. A giggle slips past your lips as you nod and put your hand in his. He leads you out to an open spot on the crowded dance floor before pulling you into him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands settle on your hips, eliminating any space between your body and Cale’s.

For a moment, neither of you say anything. The music plays and you sing along under your breath all while never pulling your eyes away from his. How could he be so oblivious to the fact that he’s in love with you? All this time it could’ve been real, but it took a fake relationship for him to realize he can’t wait any longer to tell you how he feels even if it’s terrifying.

Little do either of you know, the same thought is going through both of your minds at the same exact time.

This is it.

“Y/N,” Cale starts when you say “Cale,” at the same time. He chuckles, trying to hide his nerves, and dips his head down before looking at you again as you both keep dancing. “You go first.”

“Okay,” You whisper, fumbling with Cale’s collar and keeping your gaze locked with his. It feels as if the rest of the ballroom falls away. There aren’t any other dancing couples or bright lights shining down. It’s just you and Cale and your favorite Taylor Swift song playing in the background. “I know this may seem like a surprise and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. This is just something I can’t hide anymore.”

Cale’s breath is knocked out of his lungs at just those few sentences. Is this really happening? Is he about to get his girl after all this time?

“I love you, Cale. I love you with my whole entire heart and I’ve known since the day we met in class, but didn’t want to ruin the best friendship I’ve ever had. I realized though that it’s not your friendship that makes my life infinitely better, it’s you. And I know you came to this wedding as my fake boyfriend because I was nervous about seeing my stupid ex, which was beyond kind of you to do, but I want to leave here with you as my real boyfriend. I want to love you like I’ve dreamed of for years now.”

Time stops. Or at least Cale swears it does. He almost thinks this is all a dream except he knows it isn’t because of the tender look on your face. Nothing but love and admiration is on display across your beautiful features and he knows you’re preparing yourself for a potential reaction which is the farthest thing from the truth.

“I love you too, Y/N. Always have. Everyone around me has seen how insanely in love I am, but I couldn’t risk losing you either. You’re the most amazing person I know and it would make my heart so happy to be with you. I think we’ve proved this weekend that we can definitely make a real relationship work.” Cale replies honestly, his voice shaky. You laugh softly, your eyes filling up with tears for a moment.

This is real. He loves you too.

As you’re convincing yourself this is all real life, the bridge of the song begins and a beaming smile blossoms across Cale’s lips. He looks beautiful under the shimmery lights of the dance floor and he’s excluding pure happiness. His cheeks are rosy, blue eyes bright and you’ve never been so in love.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Cale leans forward to close the small gap between the two of you with a gentle, but passionate kiss that says everything he’s been holding back for years. You melt into him, letting the overwhelming sensation of love wash over you. And as Cale pulls you impossibly closer to deepen the kiss, your heart feels as if it might explode.

This is all you’ve wanted for so long.

When you both slowly pull away, leaning your forehead against his, the rest of the crowd dissipates as the fast paced music picks up to get the party started. There’s nothing to do but bask in the moment and commit every detail to memory. Cale hasn’t stopped beaming yet and you don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before.

“I know everyone here already thinks we’re a couple, but just wait until the guys find out. I think they’ve been waiting for this just as long as I have been.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” You chuckle, cheeks going pink from blush at the thought of Cale’s teammates hearing the news the two of you are now together. Cale is sure that he’s never seen anyone cuter in his whole entire life and now he gets to call you his.

But right now, he isn’t thinking about talking to Ryan like you’ve been dreading all day or returning home for the rest of the offseason. Cale is just focused on having the best time dancing the night away with the love of his life because he finally has you. And he won’t be letting you go anytime soon.

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yourstartreatment · 5 months

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i’ve got a burning desire for you, baby

warnings: smut, masturbation (f/m), piv (without condom), slight spanking (+ slaps on face), degrading, praises, pet names, overstimulation, rough!dom!alex x sub!reader, aftercare, description of body, harassment (not much), mention of angst, cheating

[ based on this request ]

smut under the cut // mdni!

you couldn’t miss matt and breana’s wedding, after all they’ve done for you, you couldn’t not show up. with your lilac dress, you arrived at villa aurelia and showed your invitation to a bodyguard at the entrance.

you walked in, with other couples near you, you regretted to came alone, matt and breana proposed you to invite a friend of yours, but you refused.

the villa was breathtaking, with a lot of decorations, it was simply beautiful, and matt and breana with their wedding planner, set up a beautiful location.

you felt a bit disoriented as you walked out the villa, for enter in the stunning garden all decorated for the wedding.

you started seeing friendly faces, you knew most of them since you were once a close friend of them all, but after you and alex divorced, you lost contacts with most of those people.

katie and kelly quickly walked towards you, with a huge smile. you missed them a lot, it’s been an year since the last time you saw them.

you can’t lie, they always kept you updated about the band (even if could you see it from social media), the guys themselves and alex.

you couldn’t even remember how you two broke up, you really argued too much for jealousy, busy schedules and other stupid little things that comported your divorce.

“oh my y/n” katie greeted you, hugging your body tightly, and so kelly does.

“how are you?” the second girl asked softly, they always been so good at read your emotions.

you were the youngest of the group and you always saw them as your older sisters.

“i’m— uh, fine… i think” you replied softly, not completely sure, you wanted to ask about alex, but you prevented it with biting your tongue for not saying anything else.

“yeah” she nodded slowly, putting an and on your shoulder in a comforting way.

“uhm.. is he here with.. someone?” you mumbled softly, while grasping your purse tightly, trying to ease your anxiety.

the girls exchanged a look and you nodded, understanding that he’s not alone.

of course he moved on, it’s been a year after all.

but you, you just couldn’t.

you were his and that’s wasn’t going to change, maybe you’re being more of a hopeless romantic. you were just imagining something that could never happen again.

you were his in every sense: he’s been your first he was going to be your last.

maybe you should change your mind because that was only damaging you, but we’re talking about alex, not some lovers.

from someone else's perspective, you were just trying to have something that won’t ever happen again, but from yours, you’re just being too in love.

you don’t even know if your thoughts make sense, you know they’re stupid.

the next minutes were passing very slowly, your mind was filled with thoughts, you're always been an overthinker, but you always had alex to reassure you about your stupid thoughts.

after a while of listening katie and kelly talking, the wedding planner asked the guests to sit on their reserved seats.

you were on breana's side fortunately, near her cousins (you met them a few years ago during a gig); the couple probably knew that wasn’t a good idea sat you on matt‘s side, you weren’t still ready to meet nick and jamie, or — see alex’s new girlfriend.

you didn't see him yet, you were quite sure he wasn’t going to be matt’s best man, and now that you were thinking about it, probably they were going to be even jamie and nick.

you started chatting slightly with breana’s cousin, she was really excited about the wedding and she wondered where the groom was, and you did too.

you don’t know if you’re ready to see him, after an year, a whole fucking year without him, you don’t even know how you’re still alive without him.

you know you’re exaggerating, but you also know about your attachment issues, and after all the promises he made, after a wedding, he left you without words, after broke up with you.

the thing that you weren’t ready to accept, happened, matt positioned himself near the priest, followed by alex, jamie, nick and his brother.

alex with his gelled hair, wearing a black suit and he was so fucking handsome.

you held a breath, noticing how much he changed in a year. you heard that he was creating a project with miles, one of your and his closest friends, who keep you updated a bit about your ex’s life.

you could notice a slight beard in his chin, even if you were meters away, his hair was longer, but gelled, with few of it falling down his face.

he was so fucking—

“stop looking at him” breana’s cousin nudged your ribs with her elbow.

“i’m not looking at him” you mumbled fidgeting nervously in your lilac dress, pouting.

“you are” she replied softly, taking your hand in her, “i know what you’re thinking— but you have to move on y/n..” she sighed softly.

you hummed, not quite sure of what to think about now, you have so many thoughts.

after an hour or so, the wedding ended, and you’re all invited inside the villa to have lunch.

breana was simply beautiful, smiling, holding matt’s hand and their little girl amelia in her arm, as they reached you. you hugged them, and kissed your niece in law’s forehead.

“i’m so happy for you, guys” you smiled honestly, as you started talking a bit about the wedding, and so.

then, breana’s face started to fall as she exchanged a look with matt, then they both tilted their head to you.

the lunch, the fucking lunch.

“you’re sitting with katie and kelly, jamie and nick..” matt started slowly, but breana interrupted him.

“alex’s next to you” she said, in the most excusing tone.

“oh alright” you just replied and it seemed a bit caring about voice, but your mind was filled with thoughts.

the married couple asked if you were okay and simply nodded, replying that it’s been an year and that you moved on, but you all knew it was a lie for convince yourself.

they dismissed you, with two soft kisses on your forehead going to meet other guests.

you reached the inside of the villa, a large time was adorned with flowers and lots of table, a full bar in the near one with many cocktails and few barmen.

you sat at the table, after greeted nick and jamie that you ignored for two whole hours, for your sake though.

then, the empty seat next to you was being occupied by the man you knew so well, alex.

he didn’t notice you, or maybe he pretended, but it seemed an honest reaction when his mouth slightly dropped when he saw you.

“y/n” he breathed, smiling cocky, smirking as he always does. “how are you?” he asked.

you had enough time to prepare your words when you had to meet him, but they seemed dispersed in your mind.

“i’m— okay” you mumbled, with a slight tremble voice and a little smile. the tension is palpable, the guys’ eyes are fixated on you and the time seemed stopped.

“good” he nodded slowly, keeping smiling, probably enjoying seeing you feeling uncomfortable with him.

“oh, i didn’t introduce you” he pointed to the girl next to him, a tall red head girl with big eyes and lips, her breasts looked like they were spilling out of her dress.

“y/n - jenny, jenny - y/n” he smirked.

was he doing it on purpose? certainly.

“my pleasure, alex talked about you a lot” she smirked in the same way, offering her hand to you to hold, you did it just because you’re educated.

what did he talk about with her? bad things, obviously, maybe he painted you as the crazy ex wife who left him, who should be close in a psychiatric ward.

you just faked your smile, then tilting your head to the other guys around you.

your eyes were slightly wide, thinking about this meeting and the fact that alex is fucking sitting next to you.

katie, who is sitting next to you, took your hand in her, caressing the back of it with her thumb, trying to soothe the tension in your body.

you spent two hours sitting at the table with them, and after a few meals you felt the need to drink something with more alcohol.

you excused yourself and under alex’s eyes, you got up and walked out the large room, going to the bar’s one.

you walked up to the bar and smiled slightly at the bartender, then you ordered a martini.

you waited for it, leaning against the counter with your elbow and your purse near you; after a few minutes the bartender placed it in front of you.

you were sipping it slowly, tasting it on your tongue, while thinking about how the lunch was going, then you felt an arm wrapping your shoulders, slipping on them as the stranger sat next to you.

it made you tense a bit since you felt quite uncomfortable under his gaze, he looked like he was making a screening.

“how are you, pretty lady? who could someone left a beautiful girl as you alone?” he started, you could smell the alcohol coming from his heavy breath.

you ignored, as much as you could, since he started caressing your arm, moving then his disgusting hand towards you cheek. you tilted your head away from his touch.

“oh c’mon, don’t be like that” he whined, smirking awkwardly, making you shiver because you’re not enjoying this moment at all.

the bartender wasn’t even paying attention, no one was actually paying attention to how you were being harassed by this drunk man.

but then, a miracle.

“here you are, doll, this jerk is annoying you?” the familiar voice hugged you, alex showed up, wrapping protectively your waist pressing his fingertips onto it.

you didn’t know what to reply, alex knew what was happening and it took all of his self-control to not punch him right away.

it’s been age since you felt so protected by someone; fuck, you missed his touch so much, you were craving for it.

“go, before i fucking break your nose” alex’s cold voice went down your spine making you shiver, and alex noticed.

you felt your panties getting wetter second by second, you always have a thing for his voice.

the man nodded slowly, since alex was being quite intimidating with his piercing eyes, so he got up and walked away; alex was going to make sure he’s going to be kick out.

“are you okay, y/n?” he asked, walking in front of you, with his hands on your shoulders.

“did he harm you in any way?” he continued, noticing that you looked quite zooned out.

you quickly returned on the earth and you nodded, slurring your words, because you were still thinking about the fact that he was actually touching you.

“uh yeah, yeah— thank you” you mumble, actually quite embarrassing due the moment of silence, you moved a few strands of hair behind your ears nervously, looking at him, while your cheeks are coloured with red.

you’re blushing like a teenager, because he’s touching you after an year and because your panties are fucking drenched due his stupid and cold and hot voices

you’re feeling like a teenager, you’re feeling horny as they usually are.

you don’t know how you ended up in his reserved room in the villa, without your dress while being pinned against the wall as you were kissing passionately.

you released a moan in his mouth as his hand grabbed your breast strongly, palming it through your lacey white bra, which makes you really angelic.

“please” you breathed, you’re craving for his touch, you need to feel him inside you, it’s been too much since the last time you two have a proper sex.

“someone is eager to be touched, eh?” he mocked you, pinning your wrists above your head and moving his leg between yours after noticing that you were closing your thighs trying to have some friction.

you whimpered as his knees touched your needy core, he could almost feel your wetness through his trousers. you buckled your hips, but he quickly pulled away.

“are you being a brat, my little slut?” he grabbed your face with his free hand, “c’mon, tell me” he smirked.

“i’m being a brat” you muttered.

you still remembered the kind of rules you established years ago and you knew pretty well that it's better not to make him mad in any way while he’s ‘wearing’ his ‘dom’ suit.

“good you know, down all fours, on the bed” he said firmly, leaving free your wrists.

he almost worried for you, because you seem already so lightheaded, or maybe he’s just feeling guilty because he’s cheating on his girlfriend - who is most of a rebound.

“you still remember the safe word?” he asked you carefully, while caressing your asscheeks slowly. you hummed, “red” you mumbled softly. “good girl” he praised you.

then the first slap on your ass collided, provoking a pleasurable pain, you knew alex was going to leave bruises.

he then removed your lacey panties, mocking you again for being so drenched, just turned on from hearing his voice.

his ran his fingers through your folds, then he slipped two of them inside you, stretching your little hole so delicious.

you can’t lie; thinking about how many times you touched yourself pretending he was actually him, it’s never been the same though.

but now you're just enjoying yourself while alex is giving one of the most powerful orgams of your life, just with his magic fingers.

“you’re such a needy whore, aren’t you?” he said sarcastically, giving you another slap on your ass while thrusting you.

“need to come.. please can i?” you moaned on the pillow you put under your head, trying to ease your loudly moans, since you both didn’t want to the guests hear you two fucking.

“yes, doll, cum all over my fingers, let me know how much you missed me” he mocked you, while adding pressure on your needy clit, making you come.

“fuck” you mumbled, while tears are rolling down your cheeks due the overstimulation.

“don’t think we’re done here, pretty girl” he smirked, “need to ruin your makeup, get down on your knees” he said firmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

you weren’t exactly sure if he wanted you on the bed or on the floor, so you opted for the last one and you knelt at his feet.

you noticed his bulge through his black trousers, you undone his belt and pulled down his boxer and pants with a movement, letting free his cock, his huge cock. it looked like it was even more big than what you remembered.

alex didn’t let you time, that he started fucking your face, after grabbing your hair in one hand.

you hold the gag, you learned after many blowjobs how to not actually suffocate yourself on his cock while he does something like that.

he pulled out for a few seconds while drool is down your chin, while tears are still running and they probably weren’t going to stop. he slapped your face slightly, it almost looked like a pornographic scene.

“what a pretty doll, i bet you missed my cock, yeah?” he said, slapping you face again.

you nodded slightly looking at him with your big and quite red eyes, watery, in your most innocent expression.

he slowed down a bit, giving you the permission to stroke him with your hands while slowly sucking him off at your pace.

you missed his groans so much, they were really pornographic, you remembered when he used to tell you, during aftercare, how you’re been the only one to do such a blowjob.

he caressed you face, while looking at your watery eyes, not wanting to break eye contact once.

“want to cum all over your face, pretty girl” he let out a moan as he pulled out your warm mouth his cock with an audible ‘pop’.

he pumped himself a few times, then finally his cum went all over your face, covering your eyes, mouth as you stick out your tongue to catch it, nose, even your breast he painted.

“fuck” he groaned, “you’re so fucking pretty” he mumbled leaning for a passionate kiss, as he pulled you on your feet while grabbing your waist, eventually he discarded your bra on the floor.

you unbuttoned his shirt, while he fully removed his boxer and trousers, kicking them with his loafers.

he laid you down the bed, on your back while you were already breathing heavily, craving for his cock inside you.

he positioned himself between your legs, while preparing you again with a few touches, even if you were really soaking, he didn’t want to hurt you.

he already knew that you haven’t seen someone in that year, matt told him, so he also knew that you were so tight.

he pumped himself again, still leaking a bit of his cum, lubricating his length. he then aligned his cock at your entrance, and with slowly and painful movements (you needed him so badly), he finally got into you.

your walls clenched around him, making the both of you moan in simultaneous. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight” he groaned, nibbling slightly your neck as to hold himself to fuck you immediately, he was waiting your permission to move.

you whimper, so he started moving deep and slowly, as he liked. he wanted to feel every inch of you, his tip perfectly hit your g-spot so deliciously, making you moan every time, while scratching his back. “‘m gonna cum again, al” you moaned loudly, as he continued to fuck you dumb.

he added more stimulation now that his thumb is pressed against your clit, making circles on it. “oh fuck” you sweared, crying out of pleasure. you thighs are shaking slightly, as your climax hit you once again, reaching your highest level.

alex is capable of making you roll your eyes at the back of your head, he makes you feel in heaven, you’re lucky because he knows your body so well.

“‘m gonna fill you babygirl, do you understand?” he asked, while caressing your cheeks.

you nodded, feeling so lightheaded and fucked dumb as his cum painted your walls perfectly, you missed it, you missed the feel of being so full.

as he pulled out slowly, being careful, he left kisses on your forehead, praising you for how you’ve been a good girl for him, making you smile slightly, tiredly.

he got up, and went to the bathroom to clean himself and take another pair of boxers from the bag he prepared to stay overnight at the villa.

he then took a wet cloth and started to clean you up, very slowly, knowing that you’re already so sensitive and you don't need more stimulation.

few moments later, you were under the covers hugging each other. alex wrapped an arm around you as you’re resting your head down his bare chest.

“we fucked” you were the first to talk, because you had to stop that awkward silence that is being more than noisy.

he didn't stop to stroke your hair, even if he released a deep breath, nodding slowly to you.

“you cheated on jenny” you whispered, almost feeling bad for her, probably waiting for him innocently at the table, waiting for him to come back while everyone else at it knows where you two actually are and what you’re actually doing.

“i don't love her” he mumbled, sighing softly, “just.. a rebound - yeah, i suppose i wanted to make you jealous” he admitted softly, feeling a bit guilty.

you don’t know how to reply, he left you without words once again. “i love you” you whisper, without thinking twice about it, he smiled, because he knew it.

matt always told him, thanks to breana, that she never stopped loving him once. he never missed an update about you, even if he wasn’t with you, he was still being that kind of protective angel.

“i haven’t stopped loving you once” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

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petitelepus · 10 months

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FOX’S WEDDING, PART 1

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: Things happen and you end up living in a manga cafe when you are offered a new home and an exciting new housemate. You end up making a contract with the interspecies program and that changes your life forever. Good or bad? Let’s find out.

Warnings: None

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

"You can't stay here anymore."

You blinked as the words settled in. Your roommate and her boyfriend, or rather fiance had asked you to come out of your own room and have a chat with them. You were all sitting on the kitchen table, you on one side and they on the other side.

"W-what?" You stuttered, not believing what you were hearing. Weren't you the one that invited her to live with you in the apartment that the two of you shared until her boyfriend moved in also? "W-why!?"

"We have been talking..." The man looked at your roommate and then you, "That this place isn't big enough for four."

"Are you taking someone in? Without asking from me?" You asked and they nodded. You admit that you got mad, but you calmed down the second you saw your roommate hold her stomach and her fiance set a hand on top of hers.

"Are you guys...?" You swallowed, "Are you having a baby?"

"We wanted to make things work, but there is just no room for all of us." The fiance explained and he sounded sincere as was the frown on his face.

"We assure you, we didn't plan any of this!" Your roommate cried out, but then she looked at her stomach and a kind gentle smile rose to her lips, "But this baby is a blessing and we want to have it."

"Ah..." You blinked before nodding, "I understand... You do what you have to do..."

You really did understand. Babies took a lot of space and time. You couldn't be mad at them for planning their and their baby's future together. There just wasn't any room for you in those plans.

"I'm sorry, but we need space for the baby." Your roommate looked genuinely sorry and her fiance frowned, "Can't you go live with your parents until you find a new place?"

You shook your head. That wasn't possible, you had sworn that you would never return there. Not that you had a bad relationship with your parents, but when you had moved out and made it your goal to live as an independent adult, your father said he was proud of you. Just what kind of a disappointment you would be if you returned home with your tail between your leg? No, you couldn't risk it.

"We will rent a space for your stuff until you find a place to live."

"It's the least we can do."

"I see..." You nodded, "Thank you, I'll try to find a new place to live quickly. When do you need me out?"

The two of them glanced at each other and you frowned. That wasn't a good look. Your friend looked back at you, "I'm sorry, but my parents are coming tomorrow to the city and we would hate to put them in some hotel when they want to get to know their future son-in-law."

So they wanted you out today or tomorrow tops. Your disappointment must have shown because the boyfriend quickly added, "We, no, I will help you with your stuff starting now! I don't want the future mother of my child to worry or exhaust herself."

"Oh babe, you're so sweet." The two of them smiled lovingly at each other before they pecked each other on the lips. You nodded but you weren't feeling as hopeful and positive about the future as they were...

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You quickly found out that finding a new place to live proved to be a lot harder when you were seeking one alone. You went to see many apartments but you soon found out that even if the place appeared to be perfect, the rent certainly wasn't for your small and empty wallet.

You couldn't even afford a place to stay at, or not at least one with a decent bed. No, you had to resort to staying in a manga cafe when the day would come to an end and night came. It wasn't the comfiest place, but the reclining chair was your bed now and the tiny cube room where you stayed was your temporary home.

It wasn't that expensive, but your savings were running low, eating pre-heated meals weren't exactly healthy and the worst was that no one wanted to hire a homeless person.

You slurped your cup noodles and sighed as you went through some pages on the computer. You had multiple tabs open, some being about open job offers and others about possible apartments. So far you hadn't gotten even one invite to a job interview...

"Fuck my life..." You groaned as you went to close a website, but then a new ad popped up. Thinking that it was probably spam or some commercial, you moved to close it but then it caught your attention.

'NEED A JOB OR A PLACE TO STAY? WANT TO MEET NEW PEOPLE? CLICK THE LINK IN BIO!'

That sounded almost too good to be true. You were about to close the site when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind you.

"Yes?" You called and the voice replied, "Your coffee miss?"

"Ah, yes, come on in." You said and the door opened and a young waitress came from behind the door with your coffee.

"Here you go- Oh, what's this?" She took a look at the computer screen and you panicked, fearing that she would think that you were using their computers to download something bad or worst, illegal.

"Shit, I didn't click it so there shouldn't be any viruses-!"

"No, I don't mean anything bad. I was just taken aback since my friend's cousin got that same invite. Apparently, it's about this new government's Interspecies Exchange Bill. You know, the people who, excuse my language, are related to fantasy creatures?" She said with a light smile, "They clicked the link and apparently it changed their life for the better!"

You blinked. You had heard of them.

In the past governments used to hide these humanoid species from the world but now for one reason or another, they were now starting to live among you humans. You had seen a few during the last year and while you admit, they were cool, you were never brave enough to befriend one.

You glanced at the ad and then at the young waitress. "Honestly, it sounds too good to be true." You said a little sadly because you knew that luck never favored you.

"You never know if you don't try." She smiled as she handed you your coffee and closed the door behind her. You sipped your bean juice as you took a look at the ad.

You never know if you don't try, huh? Fine, you took the bait.

You clicked the ad and a brand new website popped up, welcoming you for a new beginning, asking for your current information, and backgrounds alongside a recent picture of yourself. Talk about suspicious, this could have been a scam or worse... But on closer inspection, they didn't ask anything that could be actually used against you.

"Fine, I'll bite the bait." You nodded as you started to fill in your information and chose the most recent and decent picture of yourself from your phone. Once you had filled out the whole application you hit SENT and smiled by yourself.

"As if this helps..." You muttered as you took a sip of your lukewarm coffee and that is when you heard a bing from your phone, signaling that you had gotten a e-mail. Okay, now you were confused. You used the computer to log onto your e-mail and saw a new message there dedicated to you. Confused, you clicked the message and saw that you had been selected for an interview!

"Already!?" You gasped. You looked at the message and it appeared to be legit and not just some scam. You looked at the message and there was a phone number you were expected to call if you chose to proceed with the selection progress.

You quickly reached for your phone that was resting on a charger by the computer, and input the number but before you called you took a deep breath. You could do this. If you failed then at least you tried. So you hit the call button and put the phone by your ear.

"Hello?"

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You swallowed nervously as you looked at your phone. 10 minutes time. You were on your way to the cafe where the man you had talked with on the phone had instructed you to go if you wanted to learn more about the job or possible home you were looking for.

You had put on your best shirt and pants, a classic combo, and some makeup, but you left the perfume out because the man on the phone had asked you to come without any. You felt beautiful and you didn't look homeless so you were winning so far!

Your phone's GPS peeped, letting you know that you had arrived at your destination. You looked up and blinked.

This was a cat cafe. You looked at the info the man had given and you were right, it was this cat cafe. It was certainly different to have an interview in such a quirky place. Shrugging, you stepped inside and you were greeted by dozens of curious little meows. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of cute kitties that came to greet you.

"Good day, ma'am!" Came a peppy voice and you turned to look and you felt your eyes widen. A real cat girl came to greet you, with a human body but with cat ears and a tail. It was the first time you had seen a demi- or pseudohuman up so close.

"Table for one?" She asked happily, and you actually panicked lightly, "Uh, actually, I'm meeting someone!"

"Oh, you're the new girl?"

New girl? Oh God, please don't let this be some sort of trick to turn you into a prostitute! The panic must have been clear on your face because the cat girl giggled, "Please do not worry. Just leave your shoes here and follow me."

You nodded and did as she told you to, following her into deeper parts of the cafe. You took quick notice that everyone working there were demihumans, but no one seemed to mind. No, they all loved it, asking for pictures with the waiters and waitresses.

"Ah, there you are." Came a man's voice and you turned to look and saw a young wearing a suit and sunglasses even inside the cafe. He must have been the man you had spoken on the phone with. He motioned you to sit down and you did as he asked you to.

"We talked over the phone. My name is Smith and you were...?"

You told him your name and the man smiled as he nodded, "Yes, just as was written in your info."

Just like magic, the man pulled a little stack of papers from thin air and looked at them over, "According to these papers you filled out, you're currently jobless and homeless. Is that correct?"

Ouch, he went right to the sore spots. You nodded, "Yes, sir, but I'm young and eager to work for my salary or home."

"I can see that, you're only 20 and already so mature." He smiled as he put the papers down on the table. "We did a little backup check just in case. A daughter, youngest out of three siblings, graduated and moved on your own with the little savings you had? That must haven't been easy."

You were stunned that they had managed to get so much information with very little you offered to them, but despite your info, the man smiled, "But my, you're clean as a whistle. No drugs or any other suspicious substance, not a single note from the police, not even a traffic ticket. I must say, I'm impressed."

"Thank you, sir."

"In fact, I think we are done here."

Huh? Done so soon? But you barely even talked with each other, didn't he have any questions or anything he wanted to ask from you?

You were so stunned that you nearly missed the paper and pencil he slid to you. You blinked and looked at the paper and then the man, "What is this?"

"This my dear is a contract that you dedicate yourself to the interspecies program. I assure you, we take good care of you as you work for the company. We will provide you with a place to live in, money for food, and everyday life necessities, taken that you will be sharing the house with a member of the non-human liminal species or as called, extra-species."

"Extra-species?" You blinked, "Like the people who work here?"

"Yes," The man in the suit nodded, "This is just one of our many agencies that employes extra-species."

"I see..." You nodded. You had nothing against living with someone else, heck, you lived with your ex-roommate for a year and a half before her boyfriend came into the picture. You bet you could live with someone who was a little different as long as they were kind to you!

You smiled, determination filling you as you grabbed the pencil and wrote your name down, sealing your fate. You looked at the man and smiled, "When can I start?"

"Marvelous, I admire your enthusiasm," He nodded as he took the paper and got up on his feet, you copying him, and he offered his hand to you. "Allow me to be the first one to welcome you aboard the program."

You were honestly so happy, you shook his hand and gave him the most excited smile you could muster, "Thank you for this chance sir, I won't let you down!"

"I trust in that." He nodded and once the two of you pulled your hands back, he reached for his jacket's pocket and pulled out a card that he handed to you. "Meet me at this place tomorrow at 1 pm. You will be housed immediately with your matching new roommate."

"Ah, my stuff, it's all in-!"

"Do not worry, the moving men will fetch your belongings from the storage unit." Mister Smith said and you blinked in surprise, "How did you-?"

"We have our ways to make your and your new housemate's life easier." He smiled as he lowered his sunglasses enough to wink at you playfully. You nodded, a little unsure, but mostly you were ecstatic. You got a new place to live and you would possibly get a new friend out of your soon-to-be housemate! Oh, you wished she was a kind one.

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That night you barely caught any sleep in your reclining chair at the manga cafe. You were so excited yet nervous also. So when the time came for you to pick up everything you had in person and time to leave the cafe for good came, you were feeling enthusiastic.

The staff that you had grown familiar with wished you good luck out there and that if you ever needed, they would have little room ready for you instantly. You almost felt a little sad, but your happiness was stronger than your sadness. You put the address on the card that mister Smith had given to you into your phone and followed your GPS to your new home.

The walk was a little longer than you had anticipated but when you turned around the corner you saw a moving truck and people. Curious, you walked over there and took a look at the house. It was a gorgeous two-story house that was surrounded by thick walls, a gate being the only way in, a dark red roof, and big windows.

"I take you like what you see?"

You let out a short scream as you whipped around and saw mister Smith suddenly standing there behind you. The man chuckled and you gasped, "You scared me!"

"My apologies. I can be light on my feet." He nodded, "You seem to like this house."

"Oh, I was on my way to-!" You were saying when your phone peeped and you quickly glanced at it. It was the GPS, letting you know that you had arrived at your destination. You blinked, slightly confused as you turned to look at the man before you.

"Is this...?" You looked and saw familiar moving boxes being carried inside. Your boxes, from your storage unit, filled with your stuff, such as books and stuff you had collected during the years.

"No way...!" You gasped, "Is this...! My new home?"

"That would be correct." Mister Smith nodded before pulling his jacket's sleeve back so he could take a look at the wristwatch he had there. "It's about 1 pm."

"Yes?" You nodded and he grinned, "Meaning that your new housemate should be here any minute now."

Just as he said that a car pulled by the road, but not just any car but a limousine! Mister Smith smiled, "Aah, just in time."

You watched the limousine driver get out and move to open the passenger's door and you watched eyes wide how the most beautiful- No, the most handsome creature stepped out of the vehicle.

A man. He was wearing an expensive and high-ranking men's kimono and Japanese sandals and he had long bright yellow hair with red streaks akin to flames, but what caught your attention were two large pointed fox ears on the top of his head and 5 fluffiest looking thick fox tails behind him.

As you gawked, the man stepped aside and a boy that looked identical to this man stepped out. Only this boy had only 1 tail.

Finally, mister Smith gently put his hand on your shoulder and stepped ahead towards the two males, taking you to greet them with him. As you came closer, the fox men turned to look at you and smiled.

"Mister Smith!" The 5 tailed man shouted and bowed lightly, "It is an honor to meet you again."

"Pleasure is all mine, my lord," Smith said back as he bowed also and then looked at you. "Allow me to introduce you to lord Rengoku Kyojuro and his younger brother Rengoku Senjuro. They are Kitsunes or as you may know them Nine-Tailed Foxes."

You blinked, stunned to silence by the foxes' eyes as they looked at you. Golden eyes with red pupils, they were magical, no, magnificent.

Mister Smith continued, "Their family has ruled Japan's extra-species, or as they are called, Yokai, over centuries. Now, as we humans all around the world are welcoming extra-species to our everyday life, they are here on behalf of Japan's department."

Aah, you understood. They were here to strengthen the bond between countries and learn more from each other, both humans and extra-species alike.

"It is an honor finally meeting you, my dearest Hime." The older Kitsune bowed to you and you blinked as you registered what he had just called you. A Princess? You blushed as you bowed back and introduced yourself.

The Kitsune, Kyojuro smiled widely and you felt your heart skip a beat as you saw that bright smile of his and his intense stare.

"I must say, my bride really is a gorgeous human!" He suddenly shouted and you stared at him as his words slowly sank in. You blinked before blushing furiously, "W- wait, a bride!?"

"Yes, I chose you as my future wife!" Kyojuro nodded, "To strengthen our bond, we are to be married!"

"Wait, hold on, marriage!? Me!? Shouldn't we get to know each other first or-!?" You turned to look at mister Smith who just smiled at you, "Yes, that is why you will be living together, getting to know each other, and teaching each other about your different worlds."

"W- why?" You asked, "Why like this?"

"Lord Kyojuro and young Senjuro come from a very traditional Japanese mansion in the middle of the forest so all this modern life and western architectural is new for them." Mister Smith explained and you blinked as you turned to look at the Japanese men, no, foxes.

"Allow us to thank you for teaching us the modern ways." The blond man said as he and his little brother bowed to you. You panicked slightly, not used to such gestures and suddenly everything you knew about Japan and its culture came to your aid.

"Ah, the honor is mine, dear lord!" You tried your hardest not to stutter and you made sure to show respect to them by bowing back to them. You were nearly startled out of your skin when the older fox laughed, "Truly, my bride is the cutest!"

While you were stunned, mister Smith laughed and pulled out a debit card, and handed it to you. "Please use this card to pay and provide food, clothes, or anything that our royal guests or you might need. Buy something nice also."

"I..." You swallowed nervously, "Thank you?"

"You're welcome," Smith nodded and turned to look at the Kitsunes standing there and looking at the two of you. "Now, let's get you guys settled, how does that sound? The house is already furnished, all you need are your belongings and maybe go out shopping together?"

"Hm, sounds good to me!" Kyojuro turned to look at his younger brother, Senjuro, "What do you say Senjuro? Would you like to go out with out lovely hostess?"

"Yes, but, uh..."

"Yes, what is it, young lord?" Mister Smith asked kindly.

"I would like to see my new room?" The young boy admitted shyly, "This house is so big and modern, I can't help but wonder how it looks from the inside."

"Please, step inside and get to know the place." Mister Smith said with a smile, "I'll make sure everything is handled properly."

"Hm, shall we go?" Kyojuro looked at his brother who nodded little and then at you with those amazing eyes of his. "Are you ready, my Hime?"

"Y- yes!" You flinched but he didn't say anything about it. He only smiled as the three of you walked past the fence and into the house.

The lobby was huge as you stepped inside and filled with moving boxes. Your boxes, you recognized them. You noticed that the foxes took their sandals off and you copied them, taking your shoes off and pushing them aside.

"My, how many boxes!" Kyojuro exclaimed as he looked around and you blushed, "I'm sorry, they are all mine."

"Do not worry for I don't mind!"

You still felt a little awful. You tried to switch the topic, "Let's look around the downstairs, how does that sound?"

"Good idea!"

So the three of you took in the house, the kitchen, and the huge living room you could see from the kitchen. You had always admired such a design since you liked the open space and the chance of being able to see what happened in the living room.

"This place is huge...!" Senjuro awed and you felt yourself smile as you looked at the awestruck look on the boy's face.

Then there was a toilet and bathroom, utility room, alongside some extra rooms, you thought were for storing or extra bedrooms if needed. The three of you made your way upstairs and looked around, stepping into a magnificent room with a balcony connected to it. The room was spacious but otherwise empty, save for a big bed and some basic furniture.

"Oh, wow...!" Young Senjuro gasped and you smiled as you glanced at him, "Would you like to have this room for yourself?"

"C- can I really have a room this big for myself?" He asked as he looked at you uncertainly and you smiled as you glanced at the older fox, "If it is okay with your brother?"

"Hm!" Kyojuro smiled widely, "Yes, this room is perfect for my little brother!"

"Oh, wow...!" Senjuro gasped as he looked around, running up to a huge bed with snow-white bedsheets, "Is this my bed?"

"If you want it to be?" You tilted your head in slight confusion, "What kind of beds did you have back in Japan?"

"We slept on a futon that was rolled out for the night and off for the day," Kyojuro replied and you nodded, feeling a little stupid. Of course, they came from a traditional Japanese home where futons were normal.

"If you want, you can decorate the room any way you want." You added and for the first time you saw Senjuro smile like a sun, "I would love that! Thank you so much!"

"No worries!" You smiled and you turned to look at the older brother, "Shall we keep looking?"

"Yes!" Kyojuro nodded and the two of you stepped outside, letting Senjuro explore his new room by himself. There was another toilet combined with a bathroom and two other rooms that you and the older fox turned to look at. The two rooms were almost identical, only the other one was directly next to Senjuro's room.

You were looking at the one furthest from the young fox's room and you hummed as you looked around.

"This is a nice room." You thought by yourself, but Kyojuro's fox ears twitched as he heard you murmur quietly.

"Then you should take this room!" The Kitsune shouted and you blinked as you turned to look at him, "Wait, don't you want it?"

"My bride's comfort is my number one priority!" Kyojuro smiled and you blushed at that as you averted your gaze from his bashfully, "Are you certain?"

"Yes! This way I can sleep next to my dear brother's room!" He nodded and you glanced at him, admiring his passion and how he cared for his brother.

"You're a good brother, lord Kyojuro." You smiled and he absolutely beamed in happiness, "Please! Call me Kyojuro! As my bride, you are equal to me!"

Again, with that bride thing! Your blush just grew stronger and you couldn't look at him directly.

"Big brother!" Came Senjuro's voice and you and Kyojuro turned around to see Senjuro run up to you two. "Can we go look around the city?"

"What a splendid idea Senjuro!" The older fox beamed happily as he turned to look at you. "What would my bride suggest we do first?"

"M- me?" You stuttered as you thought about what you guys would need. You took a look at the two foxes and an idea popped up. "Well, we could go and look for more comfortable clothes for you two? Also, I bet the fridge is empty so we could buy something to eat."

"Of course! Clothes and food sound like a good idea!" Kyojuro exclaimed happily, "Just as expected from my brilliant bride!"

"I do have a name." You hummed quietly and he nodded, "And what a beautiful name that is!"

This damn Kitsune didn't know what he was doing to you with his constant flattery, but you didn't sense any ill will. He was truly and genuinely kind to you. Something that you weren't used to. The least you could do was to return his kindness.

"Okay, let's head out. I'll let the moving men know where to put my boxes." You said and both foxes smiled as they followed you downstairs while you were letting the human men know where to put your things, the brothers put their sandals on and waited for you by the door.

"Ready, my bride?" Kyojuro asked as you joined them and slipped your shoes on. "Ready as one can be."

And with that, you left your past life and stepped into a new one.

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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can I request something about the phantom bride event? You can really do anything for this, I just wanted to see what you could come up with!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

guy after guy rejected… after seeing eliza’s extremely specific and high standards, you didn’t have much hope that you would succeed. but hell, why not try just for the fun of it?

. . . she ended up saying yes to your proposal.

“another suitor? goodness, just when i thought they were gonna stop coming.” eliza looked you up and down. “well, go on. what do you have to offer?”

you gulped. the regret of volunteering to propose was really starting to kick in. she was irked and looking expectantly at you, already seeming ready to slap the life out of you.

the urge to run was strong, but you were already past the point of no return— so here goes anything.

“while i may not be able to sing, or own a dog, or go around riding on horseback, and i don’t fight monsters with a legendary sword, as sick as that would be— i love you. and i hope that despite all my shortcomings, you’ll accept my proposal.” you held out a small bunch of flowers you picked out just before arriving.

eliza was silent as she took the flowers from you, passing them to one of her guards. you saw her about to raise an arm and you immediately winced, shutting your eyes tightly and preparing for the sting of her slap.

but what came instead was a hug. puzzled, you opened your eyes and looked up at her. eliza was blushing and seemed ecstatic.

“nana? grampy? go and release idia— i’ve found my real true love!”

idia shroud

he was so relieved that someone was finally able to steal eliza’s heart— he was (internally) cheering, pumping his fist, ready to do backflips and cartwheels cause he’s so happy— then he sees that it was you. his crush. that’s when the party ended.

idia’s really honored you came to his rescue and all, but now he has to deal with the envy of watching you being adored and pampered by eliza. well, he’s used to seeing you being loved every day by, like, everyone else in the school, but it’s a whole different type of jealousy with eliza. he doesn’t know how to describe it.

“oh, idia, i’m so sorry! i can see how upset you are because i’ve found someone else. but surely you understand, don’t you?” eliza sniffled, draping herself over you for comfort.

“that is not why i’m in a bad mood!” idia opens his mouth to go on a tangent but closes it once he sees eliza isn’t paying a single bit of attention anymore.

she’s instead looking at you with stars in her eyes because you’re patting her shoulder in a halfhearted attempt to console her.

“oh, whatever..”

he’s grumbling complaints every second. he laments pretty much every day about how “this is the worst day i’ve had..…” but this one is actually up there.

eliza

you’re definitely not quite the type she was looking for. no lovely singing? no loyal dog at your beck and call? not even a legendary sword?? and you certainly didn’t have an air of nonchalance. your smile was more awkward than it was cool and charming— but she looked past all the missing qualities. your speech touched her, and now you’ve got her smitten.

you get to experience some of the things that idia did, which is neat~ examples are her singing you praises and dancing around. she’s looks so excited she seems like she could just burst!

“oh, how lucky i am to have a partner like you!” she giggled, floating around you. “our wedding will be just as wonderful as you are, my love~! you were worth the 500 year wait!”

about 10 minutes in, you were already feeling suffocated by love. but hey, on the bright side, you can rub your victory in the faces of all the rejected guys, which is pretty amusing!

“c’mon guys, what’s with the long faces?” you smirk. “a little down i was the true prince/ss of her dreams?”

“these aren’t ‘jealous’ faces,” leona frowns. “they’re ‘i’m tired and wanna leave’ faces.”

you chuckle, quickly checking over your shoulder to see if eliza was near. “just hold on a little while longer and you’ll all be free, okay?”

being the object of eliza’s affection was absolutely tiring, but all you had to do was get the ring sam gave you on her finger and this would all be over with. but you reached into your pocket and felt nothing.

shit.

“u-uh…. guys?”

#i know eliza’s supposed to be the antagonist of the event…. but i adore herrr~! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #idia x reader #twst eliza x reader #gn reader

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mamirhodessxox · 3 months

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His Strange Addiction (Pt 2)

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Milena Reyz)

His Strange Addiction (Pt 1)

Desc: Cody & Melina have had years worth of chemistry, Literally since 2010 up to Today, Cody & Melina had split off their relationship in 2015 due to him being on the road almost constantly & barely got to see her, but it wasn’t very affective for Melina like he thought it would be, because of the issue they had with their relationship she didn’t think there would be a future between them but she still had love for him. Melina has had a history with wrestling as much as Cody has & recently got signed in with WWE & barely paid any attention to Cody half of the time but Cody had been fixated on her since she stepped foot into the company.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, oral sex (fem receiving) Cody getting pleasure from giving pleasure.

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It had been a year since that afternoon in the beach where Milena was officially engaged to Cody, Their wedding was being next next week but this year was NOT easy fir them, in-fact it was a shit show, Milena had problems communicating certain things to Cody that upset her so instead she would run her mouth or either ball it up and keep it to herself, she was also very jealous sometimes, okay thats a lie ALL the time.

Milena had to resign from being a wrestler for WWE to give her body a break before her wedding so she became script manager & Head of scheduling events like Summer-slam and all of the good shit, Well today Cody & Milena showed up to the Las Vegas Nevada arena where WWE Monday night raw was being held & immediately she was set off, Cody is very patient with Milena because he understands that she needs to get adjusted to being with him 24/7, he liked the fact she was emotionally attached to him but he didn’t like when she wouldn’t communicate, he would have to beg on his knees for her to open up and that would take at least a 3 month process.

Milena walked around backstage looking for Cody & even checking his dressing room “Cody??” She walked over to Jey & smile “Hey Jey have you seen Cody??” He smiled back and pointed towards the locker room “He should be in there.” She nodded and started making her way towards there, and then she saw Bianca standing in-front of him laughing & giggling over a joke he made where he barely laughed, What really set her off was when she saw Bianca run her hand down Cody’s arm so she made her way in the locker room making her presence known, Cody turned and kissed Milena’s cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist “Milena sweetheart this is Bia-“ She nodded & cut him off “I know who she is Cody.” She scowled while Bianca just smiled and tried shaking her hand, Cody cracked another joke to cut the tension which made Bianca laugh a little to hard.

“He isn’t that funny.” She scoffed making Cody turn his head to face Milena & give her a ‘Knock it off’ look, She glared back at him before shoving herself away from him “I’m gonna start scheduling things now, It was nice meeting you Bianca.” She smiled condescendingly while Bianca waved “Bye girl!” The moment Milena walked out of the locker room and started hauling ass to her office Cody followed behind her “What the hell is your problem Milena?” she scoffed ignoring him but the moment they got to the office Cody pressed her against the door and crossed his arms “Don’t ignore me you know I don’t like that sweetheart.” Milena rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips “You can’t possibly not know what pissed me off Cody! She was giving you the fuck me eyes & really? Laughing that hard? No offense baby but you’re not that funny you’re not Dave Chapelle so why is she cackling and giggling like that? And the ARM?? She STROKED your arm!!” She immediately ran her mouth while Cody smiled amusingly “Sweetheart she was not giving me the fuck me ey-“ she shut him up “No! You’re not doing this! You’re not going to dismiss everything I said to debunk her and give her the benefit of the doubt because I swear to god if you do I will go fucking insane, men who do that ALWAYS end up screwing the woman they gave the benefit of the doubt!” Milena cried out

Cody stared at her before cupping her face into his hands “Sweetheart you realize I’m literally in love with you right? I begged for you to give me another chance on my KNEES at that, I proposed to you on the beach with your favorite goddamn burrito, we get married next fucking week and you think I’d betray you like that? Absolutely not and if I ever do you better publicly behead me.” He kissed the top of her head while she frowned at him “Cody I don’t feel comfortable with her around you! I do not fucking trust her.” He sighed and wrapped her into a hug while rubbing her back “Sweetheart she’s married.” She didn’t care “So? Never stopped a woman from having an affair with another man before.” He shook his head and pulled away making her look up at him “Baby you’re being ridiculous.” That exact sentence set Milena off, she backed up and raised a brow, ridiculous? Oh she’ll show him ridiculous.

She scoffed and walked out of her office leaving Cody alone and went back to the locker rooms and saw Bianca “You want him so fucking bad FINE! Have him, I couldn’t care less.” Cody chased after her but Milena immediately walked off and left the Arena while Bianca stood in shock, Cody apologized on Milenas behalf and left the Arena looking for her “God damnit mills!” He sighed realizing she took the rental car back to Their hotel

An hour later he got to the hotel after taking an uber & rushed into the suite you both shared and watched her pack her bags while she was in a hysterical mood, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Milena looked over glaring “I’m leaving!” He shook his head & walked over to her “No you’re not, I worked to hard to get us where we are today, and I swear to god if you leave me i’ll sell my goddamn left nut to get you back if I have to.”

Milena frowned and practically broke down and flopped her forehead into his chest, she was an emotional wreck, and he just held her, he understood that sometimes Milena would have certain emotional outbursts since they had rekindled their relationship, he also understood that the split up between them did in-fact affect her but she didn’t have the time or mindset to process that pain so everything crashed into her like a tsunami. She sighed and wiped off her face while Cody rubbed her back “You know I love you right?” He mumbled and made her look up at him, She nodded her head a little bit and sniffled “That’s not the answer I want Milena, I want to hear you say it.” He spoke to her in a stern tone while running his fingers through her hair while she stood in silence “Say it before I start showing you.” He raised a brow at her not following directions so he sighed covering the blinds & taking off his suit jacket & removing his tie and shoving any packed bags on the ground “Cody what the hell are you doing?” She spoke out while he started unbuttoning his shirt & look over at her

“Y’know sweetheart you’d think the ring sitting on your finger right now would prove how much I love you & only want you but I guess I have to physically prove it to you.” He scoffed and pointed at her “Take off your clothes.” Milena raised her eyebrows & let out a light laugh “Are you serious? I thought we were waiting until after the wedding?” He shook his head “You really don’t follow directions do you?” He sighed and practically ripped off her top & lifted her pencil skirt & took off her panties before pushing her on the bed and kneeling in between her legs and holding up one of them kissing the side of your ankle “I mean Jesus Mills you know you have me wrapped around your finger, begged on my knees for you, cried over you for 9 years straight but that’s not enough for you to believe me is it?”

She whined looking up at him while he put her leg down, Cody had her sit up for a second while he unclipped her bra and pressed a kiss against her lips “You okay with this angel?” She nodded her head placing her hand against his cheek but he held her wrist shaking his head and kissing the palm of her head “That won’t do sweetheart I meed you to start using your words, try again baby.” She frowned and let out a sigh “I’m okay with this Codes.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head “Good girl.”

He fondled her breasts before sitting up on his knees and unzipping his pants & taking off his belt throwing it got knows where. He leaned back down and kissed her again while dragging his hand down her thighs smirking before crawling beneath her & burying his face in-between her thighs causing her to hitch her breath & let out a whine before he flicked his tongue against her clit making her let out a strained cry “Cody! Po-Point proven asshole!!.” He chuckled and moved his eyes up at her before dipping his tongue into her entrance & starting to eat her out.

Milena cried & withered into the bed nearly ripping the sheets and tried sitting up but he was absolutely not having it, He pulled away & plunged his fingers inside of her and laid her back down “Stop being a brat & sit still for once in your goddamn life please?” She whined and followed his directions while he moved the pace of his hand 10x faster which caused her to tear up from such overwhelming pleasure she was receiving “Gonna cum!!” She clawed at his forearm which made him let out a chuckle and wipe off her face before she hit her climax & came.

Cody smiled before pulling away & grabbing a wash cloth from the bathroom & cleaning her up “You believe me yet?” Milena let out a sigh following with a chuckle & nodded her head, “fine yes I believe you.” He grinned and kissed her head “Good, as you should sweetheart.” She smiled and wrapped herself into the blankets.

The next day Milena was walking around the Arena backstage to check up on the wrestlers and go over schedules & saw her fiancée walking around with Jey so she tried running towards him in heels “CODY SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I CAN’T RUN IN HEELS!” The two turned around and he smiled in amusement “Well nice to see you too pretty girl, to what do i owe you the pleasure of seeing me?” She hummed and pointed at the clipboard “Summerslam July, Miami, I need you to work on when you want to hold your matches.” He nodded “Anyone ever tell you that you’re very sexy when you speak about business?” Milena glared and smacked him in the chest “Cody focus!” He laughed nodding “Yes sweetheart I already started working on my schedules.” Jey noticed as Bianca walked by eying Cody & raised a brow “What’s up with her?” Milena turned around watching Bianca walk off & looked at Cody “Fuck me eyes. I told you.” Jey choked on his drink “What the fuck are Fuck me eyes?” Cody sighed running a hand down his face “Milena says Bianca is into me and gives me eyes that beg for me to fuck her.” Jey looked at Milena & Nodded “She’s not to far off then. Do I have fuck me eyes??” Jey joked before standing infront of cody swaying back and forth batting his eyes making Milena cross her arms while Cody laughed pushing Jey away. “I don’t care Bianca can stare as much as she wants but she better not act shocked when i start talking about how Cody fin-“ Jey screeched & Cody covered her mouth “Hey sweetheart? I love you but some things need to stay in that little noggin of yours got it?”

For now all was well, Milena just hoped nothing would get in the way of her wedding with Cody. Hopefully, right?

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misstycloud · 11 months

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Plz more Riddle fics!

How you met

You smooth out your dress in order to make yourself appear as presentable as possible. After all, this was no ordinary occasion; one of your best friends were getting married. With all the on and off breaks the couple have had, you honestly wasn’t sure if they’d make it. But it turns out you were wrong.

You recalled that night when you had just gotten out of the shower and suddenly got a call from your friend. It was a bit hard to hear what she was babbling about over all the estatic noises she made simultaneously.

Telling her to slow down was easier said than done, but eventually she was calm enough to reveal the news. Her boyfriend had proposed that night and she’s said yes! You congratulated on her engagement despite the little shadow of doubt concerning her new fiancée. He wasn’t a bad person per se, however, you found yourself sceptic to how happy their marriage would be.

Perhaps you were a bad friend for not saying anything, but you knew your friend wouldn’t losten to you even if you told her you thought he may not be the one and she was making a mistake. So instead of putting your friendship at unnecessary risk, you chose to keep quiet.

So here you stood at the entrance of the engagement party the couple decided to throw. It was a slightly uncomfortable experience for you since you didn’t really know any of the people attending except for your friend of course. While the two of you were as thick as thieves, she was also part of other friend groups, of which she’d invited.

Bracing yourself for the awkward exchanges of being presented as ‘X’s other friend’, you took a step forward and immediately X noticed you. She hurried to you and gave you a hug, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you could come!” She squealed.

“I’m glad to be here.” You said, smile gracing your features.

“Come, you need to say hi to ‘Y’, he’s just over there.” She dragged you along with her and pointed at a well-dressed man’s back. He stood, conversing with other guests. “Sweetie!”

He turned around to face you. “Yes?”

“Look, (y/n)’s here!”

Her fiancée looked at you and smiled, “Hi, glad to see you make it.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

Ignoring the itch to remove it you said, “happy to make an appearance.”

“So how have you been?” He asked.

“I’ve been fine, not much going on really except for work, you know.”

‘Y’ nodded. “I understand. Big things isn’t for everyone.”

You raised an eyebrow at this. What did he mean by that? That your quiet, uneventful life sucked or something? Like he had so much going on. You scoffed under your breath.

Noticing the tensioning aura, your friend breaks in, “anyway, I’m so excited for you to be my maid of honour!”

“Right, but I should thank you for letting me be something so important.”

“What do you mean? Of course I’d want you to have that role, you’ve always been there for me. That reminds me, you should meet the best man! After all, you two have the most important roles in the wedding- apart from the green and bride, that is.” She chuckled. “Speaking of that man, where is he?” ‘X’ gazed at her fiancée for answers.

“He was here a minute ago, don’t know where he might have run off to- wait- there he is. Hey, man, come over here for a sec!” He waved another man over to your small circle.

The first thing you noticed, was the auburn hair. He, too, was dressed in a fancier manner and had a considerably handsome face. Brown, kind eyes met yours and for some reason you felt a little shy all of a sudden.

“Ah, there he is! My best man.” ‘Y’ praised. “This is Riddle, the guy’s been my pal ever since I can remember. You don’t find a nicer man around.”

Riddle slapped his friends arm, “Knock it off, I’m not that fantastic. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Haha, sure.” He then introduced you. “This is (y/n), ‘X’s maid of honour. You’ll be seeing each other more often from now on, okay.”

Riddle beamed down at you, reaching his hand forward. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you (y/n). I’ve heard some things about you from ‘X’ - only goood things of course.”

He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t say or do anything.

It took a second for your brain to load, and when it finally did, you shook his hand with an embarrassed expression on your face. “Yeah, sure- sorry I kinda spaced out there, hehe.” You apologised for your behaviour. The auburn haired man only laughed slightly.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but you’re very cute.”

Redness overtook your features. Cute? You? Wait, he actually thought you were cute? While you flushed, you wondered how he said something like that is easily. If it were you, you’d malfunctioned before you even got a word out.

Seeing this happen before her, ‘X’ couldn’t hold her giggles. Everyone’s attention fell on her.

“Oh my god, I can totally hear the wedding bells already!”

With a flushed face you scoffed, “what’re you?-It’s your wedding this is about so don’t go make up weird stuff.”

“Ooooh, I can see you blushing~”

“No, I’m not.”

“You totally are!”

While ‘X’ continued to poke fun at you, and you trying to fight her off, her fiancée was amused at the scene; none of you saw the way the best man gazed at you.

It was a knowing look, one that said he had all the cards on his deck. People were used to see Riddle constantly wearing an expression displaying his happiness and eagerness to help others, so they would’ve been taken aback at the current unusual expression gracing his features.

You were mad at the assumptions your friend started making, especially in front of the guy himself. You wished you could just tell her to shut it but that would embarrass you further. Still, you had no idea how right she were at the time.

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me when i actually feel motivated to write again😃😃BUT YEAAAAH HERES SOME MORE SIN FOR YOU GUYS YOURE WELCOME!!

Era: 1964

You and John were at the opening for his new book “In His Own Write”, you were over the moon excited for him, but, problem was, he was hardly paying attention to you. He was laughing it up with Paul and whoever else was there with him, George obviously noticed something was up when he tapped you on your arm, which made you jump.

“Hey, y/n, you doing alright?” He asked, genuine concern painted on his face. You couldn’t help but feel gratitude that you had someone like George in your life, he was a great friend and always knew how to comfort you, even when John didn’t.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, I guess I just feel quite bare sitting here with no one to talk to.” You said, turning to look at John, who wouldn’t even bother to look and see if you’re even still here.

“Well, I’m here, and so is Pattie, if you wanna talk and come over to us.” He offered, Pattie giving you a very warm smile and hand shake. Pattie’s beauty always baffled you, you have never seen somebody so naturally gorgeous as her, it made you feel quite insecure, really. But you obviously knew that wasn’t on her, might be more on John, actually, he’d always talk about blonde bombshells like Bridget Bardot or very dark feminine women like Sophia Loren, it always made you feel less than.

“Goodness, y/n, you look absolutely marvelous! He doesn’t know what he’s missing, I can tell you that for sure.” Pattie said, you decided to wear your favorite black, lace dress with a black shaw to match, you did feel iffy about knowing how tight it was, but you couldn’t help but feel pretty, that on top of the beautiful sparkling, white, necklace you had on as well John had bought you for your second wedding anniversary gift. If only he actually would pay attention to you, it’d be nice.

“I just don’t understand why he’s not even acknowledging me, as soon as we got here he went right over to Paul, letting go of my hand in an instant.” You said, trying not to let this ruin your night. You understood that it was ‘his’ night per say, but you at least deserved some sort of acknowledgment, right?

“Oh, y/n, I know just the trick. This worked perfectly the last time I did it with an ex of mine, just simply, do the same. Enjoy your night and don’t even bother with him, this is your night just as much as his.” Pattie said cheerfully, she always was the one to give the best pep talks. And just that you did, spending the rest of the party talking and hanging out with George and Pattie, and occasionally Ringo and Maureen.

And then, the after party came along, it had to have been around 12:00 or more in the morning, but nobody was letting up. You and Pattie decided to have a few drinks and start dancing to, surprisingly, your husbands music. “Twist and Shout” started to blare and you and Pattie started to do exactly that, dancing the night away. George and Pattie were dancing together gleefully and getting you involved whenever they could. That was, until Paul walked over to you, him and Jane were on a “break” so he said. So he all by himself, explains why he was with John and Brian basically the whole night.

“Hey, love! Where have you been? Me and John have been looking everywhere for you!” He said, practically yelling over the loud music.

“Oh, I was with George and Pattie, what’s wrong?” You said, John coming up behind Paul shortly after.

“Nothin-“ Paul was quickly shut down by John as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Fuck, love, you had me so worried, I thought you left without me, come on, we’re going home.” He said, as you basically pushed through a crowd of people and got into your car.

“John, why are we leaving? What is wrong?” You asked, John didn’t say a word. One hand was on the wheel, the other was clutched to your thigh. You had absolutely no idea what his deal was.

“John, if I made you mad I’m sorry but it just felt like you weren’t paying att-“

“As soon as we get inside that house I want you upstairs and ready for me. I couldn’t be around you because of that fucking dress, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Go on, now.” He demanded. You made sure as soon as he parked into the driveway you ran inside the house and went into your shared bedroom, quickly taking off your shaw and dress, along with your Mary Jane heels. You then made your way to your white, satin bed and slowly got underneath the sheets, waiting for him. Your heart race increased in anticipation as you heard him up the stairs, and heard the bedroom door open. And there stood John, his blazer gone to god knows where and his white button up unbuttoned. You couldn’t have asked for a better sight, if you’re gonna be honest, this is probably the best way to be repaid after being ignored the entire night.

“Come on, now, don’t start hiding from me.” He said as he quickly ripped the covers off your body, being completely exposed.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He cooed, making you blush. He was always a sweetheart when he wanted to be.

“John, I-“ you began to speak, but your mouth shut out of complete embarrassment. You were extremely nervous when it came to asking for what you want in bed.

“Hm? What was that, doll? You want something? What do you want, hm?” He teased, his fingers caressing your thighs, you knew you had to just let it out, but it was so hard for you and never understood why.

“I-um, I want you to turn me around this time.” You whispered, John gave a devious grin and took no time flipping you over, getting you on your hands and knees.

“Like this, birdie? You want me to be a little rough with you, dolly? Huh?” He said as he gave a harsh slap to your ass, making you gasp and jump in surprise. John giggled darkly at your reaction and began to un-do his pants, until he was completely naked.

“I’ve thought about you like this, y/n. You being all obedient for me, I love it. You’re such a good girl for me, a fucking dirty girl too.” He was such a good dirty talker, it made you begin to whimper and try to get any kind of friction you could get. John started to get the memo and didn’t even spend time to get you prepared by any sort of foreplay and just began to thrust himself inside you, not giving no time to adjust.

“AH, John!” You screamed as he pounded into you, his hand immediately coming to yank at your hair.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, cunts so fucking tight for me.” He grunted, his voice deeper then ever. It turned you on like never before, how just an hour ago you were being completely neglected by him and now, here you are, getting pounded into the mattress by your husband. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t worth it.

“J-john, w-wait! Slow down!” You cried out, John immediately stopped and pulled out.

“What, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He panted, you shook your head and turned to lay on your back.

“I guess I just missed seeing your face.” You said, out of breath and voice strained from moaning and yelling.

“Ahh, atta girl.” He replied as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss as he thrusts back into, slower this time, just in case.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n, can’t imagine life without you.” He praised, as he kissed your face and neck, you smiled as you sighed happily, but not before turning into soft moans as he began to slowly pick up his pace.

“John, f-faster, I want to go faster, please.” You moaned out as John began to go harder, the obscene noises coming from your core filling the room.

“I love the sounds you make, christ, all fucking mine.” He groans, going as fast as he can at this point. Sweat is beginning to form on his forehead and body, same with you, as you continued to moan and cry out for him.

“John, I-I-“ you screamed out as you came all over him without warning, John just gave you a heartfelt smile and kissed your forehead.

“Fuck, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking cum.” He moans out, you felt so overstimulated but you just couldn’t complain as long as you were making him feel good.

After about two more thrusts, he comes inside of you with a loud groan. He pulls out slowly and goes to grab towels for you to clean you up.

“There you are.” He chuckles as puts the towels in the wash and comes back to lay down with you as you slowly return to reality.

“John, I love you. But, do you promise you love me just as much as I love you?” You whisper, John kisses your lips and head in response.

“Y/n, I can promise you I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, it’ll stay that away. I can promise you that. I love you.” He assures, that was all you needed to drift you off into a deep, loving sleep.

OKAYYYY WOOOOO THERES A LONG ONE FOR ONCE WHOOP WHOOP I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED I HAD FUN WRITING THIS ONE I HOPE MY “SPICE” HAS IMPROVED!!!

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