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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year ago

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…tumblr can you go and soak yourself in a burning pit of hot sauce…i never even got notifs of any of the older asks i got…

so very sorry if you've been waiting for like two months on my answers;;; and here i was wondering how dead my inbox was last month…rude, tumblr, very rude. all the asks are under the cut!

just a quick note, to the super sweet asker who send in two very long asks v recently, ima answer them separately after this one, if thats okay!! <3

tw / tags: dirty confession, monster fucking, breeding mentions, implied noncon, brief pregnancy mentions, long post, beastfolk / beastfolks characters mentioned: lady hyena, the lioness, conservative lion, papa bull, duke, cerelos, father fox, velarius

I love Daddy Bull and Duke, (along with so many other of your works!), do you have any plans on doing a confrontation between the two bulls and the reader? My thirst is dryer than the Sahara for these two bulls. I need more content. I’m a desperate whore… 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。 —anonymous

hm i'm STILL chewing on how this saga should go tbf because it really could go any way!!! i might just bite the bullet and write au's of papa bull and duke saga, even if i feel a little weird making varying storyline au's of my characters.

it was just supposed to be a bull daddy enjoying his little human, how did duke end up there lol

I know everyone is dying over Baldur’s gate rn but have you heard of Lustful Desires on itch.io? I just got into it and I’m dying to talk about it. They literally let you have a poly relationship with 3 different werewolves it’s so good —@flameshadowwolf

i've never heard of it! ima have to check it out now, thanks for the rec <3

Sorry if you consider this a request, but I'm very interested about your OC's yandere MBTI types (from @ddarker-dreams), so if you feel like it, can you identify them in this system? —anonymous

i…ah, am kinda bad with these mbti things. idk if its because i'm older than most writers i know (hi lock my love!! hope you're doing fantastic!), but i guess i can make my best attempt…? i'll just pick a few characters and list them for ya. if you want more specific characters or want me to make an official post with expanded explation, lmk and i'll make my best attempt

here's the link for anyone who are interested

lady hyena: reverent, delusional(?), manipulative (?), lenient, rdml the lioness: reverent, aware, honest, and strict(?), rahs conservative lion: cruel, aware, honest, and strict, cahs papa bull: reverent, delusional, honest, and strict(?), rdhs duke: cruel(?), delusional, manipulative, and strict, cdms father fox: reverent, aware, honest, and lenient(ish), rahl valerius: reverent, delusional(?), manipulative, and lenient, rdml

that's just a few! and they're all beastfolks since they're more fresh in my mind, aha. i tried my best hhh

Thirst chat thought: Have you ever thought that Cerelos could just find a way to tie up his wife underneath him as a cock sleeve, gag her, and just walk around a bit for the day doing royal duties and stuff? The man already has a equine skirt he wears, so he can easily hide everything underneath… (Also I’d happily give this man a dozen babies because I am a simp for him 💕) —anonymous

i think i touched upon that at one point! i wanna say he did that during a large meeting, maybe with his darling magically gagged? lemme see if i can find that post…

found it! its super brief but still

well, now i wanna write that…that's one more to my long to-do list, aha.

also you're valid

I am a simple man all I desire is your happiness. Tis all. I noticed you were feeling sad lately and I thought man next time I have extra money I'll kofi MO but recently I acquired a small fortune and I was happy to find a way to repay you for the time my friends and I giggle and go horny over your works Re-Reading your works is payment enough ….but if you wish to repay me I wouldn't mind maybe a dilf monster vampire (kinda like what you did for wolf pack? but Victorian times) or sequel to snake movie star or sequel/prequel dragon But I would rather you do what you are passionate about! Share your creations with the world! Rejoice in your delights! —anonymous

hi i love you and i swear i answered this before

i did the snek boi just for you <3 i hope you (and your friends!!) enjoyed it! he's a difficult boi to get through but i had fun writing him and his weird camera hobby

link: SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

Also increase your kofi goal —anonymous

im…okay. i didn't really have a goal target in mind so i hope thats sufficient??? sdfkdfj

Which of the beast folk are most likely to mate with humans? Like what about big cat beastfolk? —anonymous

it'd be fangedfolk, since they're canine (dogs) and are most attracted to the humans'…hm , simplicity and openness, i suppose you could say? and possibly treefolk (primates). i based my beastfolks' basic common grounds with irl animals, as canines are pack animals and dogs are more emotionally connected to us. as for primates, humans have evolutionary connections, similar social intelligence, and the shared abilities to solve problems and such.

that said, while fangedfolk are the most likely to have a human "companion", they are also most likely to have a poly pack with their human. whiskeredfolk (feline) are probably in the top-middle of that list, if we were to have a most-to-least likely ranking, with toothedfolk (rodents) due to their prey/nervous natures and seafolks (aquatic) on how dangerous/rare they are to communicate with, at the very bottom. the reason why i feel the whiskeredfolk being in the top-middle is that they can be fairly arrogant and being independent, but adores the complete attention their human can give them and how easily they are to manipulate.

that said, this is extremely generalized list, since the list is not really factoring in specific sub-groups under these categories, such as lions being social animals and are more likely to acquire a human lover, cheetahs more likely to need a service human pet to help with their anxieties, maned wolf being solitary type, etc. and other facets, like countries/areas, cultures, when/which eras, political affiliations, etc.

hope this answers your question, love!

Hello, I've been binging your Masterlist and I just want to say your OCS are exquisite —anonymous

i think you're exquisite as well, love! <3 thank you~

Are you eventually going to do more father fox content?? He's my favorite and I love him so much ♥️ —anonymous

ye! i have couple requests for more hcs for him~though they're all kinda pretty broad. if you have anything more specific for a hc request, hmu! i'd love to write a full piece of him someday too, since i think his quietly manipulative personality is fascinating to work with.

Daddy Bull and Duke content soon? I NEED these two fine beasts in my life!!! And can’t wait till the cute baby arrives!!! And hopefully many more…😋🥰 —anonymous

send in a request then~! preferably something a bit less broad, aha, but yes!

i especially would love to write a full story of those two someday, maybe as a book?

Hi hey sorry to bother you, hypothetically if I wanted to make an ai bot of one of your beastfolks, would that be alright? If not I totally understand, I just want to make sure! —anonymous

as long as there are proper credits included, go for it! just please be sure to link back to me if you do make one <3

whewwww, i...really hope i didn't miss anyone. most of them were (or looked like) a request of some kind and two i wanted to put into their own posts for me to answer soon.

hope yall are doing wonderfully and are having at least a decent holiday season!! ima try and get something nice out by christmas so heres hoping!! just...gonna decide on which i wanna do...lol.

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered #☠️monster is whispering...#beastfolks #beastfolk

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livfastdieyoung69 · 2 years ago

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I gotta come back with more 2000s jeff

Maybe this being more of a jeff being protective at first then it shifting to reader being protective

More stone cold and hhh just being menaces maybe them threatening reader with a metal chair and jeff getting super upset because yk and him getting hit with it and reader like leaping in you could have either reader hitting hhh, stone cold or Stephanie with a chair i really like the idea of Stephanie being used as a threat against hhh (sorry if this is rambly😭😭)

LITTLE DEVIL

(sort of a continuation to NO THREATS SIMPLY PROMISES, can be read alone.)

“I don’t think you should go out tonight.” Jeff’s voice rang through the small locker room designated to Team Xtreme, clearly full of anxiety. After last Raw’s incident, Triple H had been the first segment of the night, walking into the ring with a metal chair and threatening Y/N after their attack on Stephanie.

“What? Why?” Y/N knew why, but they also knew that they could hold their own.

“Y’know why, N/N. I don’t want you getting hurt, ‘specially with all of the stuff they were just talkin’ about! It would just be better for all of us.” Triple H, with a little help from Stephanie- had said some pretty gnarly stuff, and they didn’t want the rematch to be messed up, so Y/N agreed, but only if they were allowed to sit in the gorilla and watch from there.

“Don’t let em’ get to you, alright? Have a good match Jeffro, I’ll be waiting for ya right here. You guys too!” They stood in the gorilla as the Hardys’ music was cued, listening to the crowd cheer them on. The match started quickly, Triple H getting a brutal upper hand over Jeff, catching him off guard with hard fists. Jeff was finally able to get a hit in on Triple H and almost made a tag to Matt, but his brothers feet were swept away by Stone Cold along with Stephanie dragging Lita down to the concrete floor.

Now, with the ref trying to get the outside of the ring under control, Triple H took it to his advantage, and dove under the ropes, making an attempt to grab a chair from underneath the ring opposite of the side the rest of his teammates were at. Then their music cut, and out walked Y/N with a chair of their own, eyes trained on Hunter. Jeff somewhat recovered and now standing, hidden by the announce table, Stone Cold and Matt had moved to another side of the concrete floor, but Lita and Stephanie were still front and center, right where the ramp ended.

Why hurt what hurt your love when you can hurt theirs?

Hunter watched as Y/N’s eyes moved from his to Stephanie, then over to Jeff. He watched the smirk form on their face, and he watched as Lita moved out of the way. His eyes went wide and tried to rush forward, but Jeff had grabbed him from behind. He watched as Y/N rose the chair above their head, eyes still watching him, mouth still placed in a malicious grin. He watched the chair slam down his wife's back, he watched it bounce back up and hit her again. He watched as Y/N’s smile grew wider at her cries of pain much like on Monday night.

“When I said I would kill if you touched him again, I meant it.” The words were roughly whispered across the ring, barely audible.

Stone Cold had left long ago, truly not caring at all for the dramatics of HHH and Stephanie so with no one else to fight, Matt and Jeff beat Triple H into a puddle next to the ringside announcers, the sound of the metal chair against Stephanie's back still ricocheting throughout the arena.

When it was made obvious Hunter was unable to get up, the original three began to walk backstage, but were stopped at the sight of Y/N, a rabid look on their face, metal chair still in hand and swinging at the back of Stephanie. Matt and Lita continued up the ramp knowing it was a problem for Jeff to deal with.

They were stopped mid-swing, Jeff gripping at their forearm in an attempt to contain them. It did little, Y/N squirming in his grip in hope to continue their on slaughter. Seeing his brothers struggle, Matt turned back and grabbed their chair from their hands before continuing on with Lita.

Jeff acting as a tether to reality brought Y/N back from their unconsciousness vexation with his sweet, calming words and without even realizing it, they had made it backstage, to the gorilla once again.

“I told her I would do it. Had to…had to keep to my word.” They spoke in between broken breathes, an attack on Stephanie once again bringing them exhaustion and placing them into Jeff’s arms.

“I know, Y/N, I know. Wasn’t your fault this time, they shouldn’t have done all that.” His words were meant to comfort but only caused them to pull away from his chest, eyebrows furrowed.

“This time?” Y/N’s voice filled with fake anger, they could never truly be angry at him. A smile filled in on their face as they watched the poor boy try to stutter an excuse out until he realized they had been joking, and he pulled them back against him, laughter vibrating from his chest and spreading into theirs.

“You’re being a little menace this week, ain’t you? Guess I can’t complain, at least I ain’t the one bein’ choked. C’mon little devil, lets get you home before you try to attack someone else. Who’s it gonna be next time, Trish?”

“Hey! I love Trish, I’d never do that to her!”

“You weren’t too fond of her when we had to do that love thing.”

“That’s- that’s different. That doesn’t count.” Now it was their turn to stutter, flustered at the reminder of just how jealous they had been when Trish and Jeff were forced to do a love story together. Their embarrassment earned a kiss to the head from Jeff and a small laugh.

“M’sure it is.”

This took way 2 long and is kinda bad but i wanted to post somethin so whatev i guess

Watching Monday night raw got me inspired got to see my man Cody right away this time didn’t have to wait three goddamn hours

#jeff hardy #LIV WRITES;*!#2000's jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy imagine #smackdown #friday night smackdown #wwe smackdown #wwe #matt hardy #wwf

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trensu · 1 year ago

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The third chapter to Hawkins Halfway House: Tradition is here! I posted it earlier on ao3 if you prefer to read it there. if you prefer tumblr reading, then you can catch up with this specific fic through my hhh: tradition tag or the overall series in my hawkins halfway house for homeless horros tag.

The week after dinner at House, Eddie went to Billy’s apartment for a family dinner and met Max for the first time. There wasn’t much of a family resemblance, Eddie noted, but Billy had mentioned she was from his father’s second marriage so he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Max was small, pale, and quiet. Billy had to nudge her to introduce herself. She stumbled a bit under his hand, before righting herself.

“Hi, I’m Max,” Max mumbled in a sullen tone. Billy rolled his eyes and scrubbed his hand roughly over her hair. She winced, and endured it.

“This one, I tell you,” Billy said. His smile was wide and gleaming as always. “Maxine Hargrove. Don’t take her mood personally, babe. She’s just a cute little grump, aren’t you Maxine?”

Her wince morphed to a scowl, but said nothing.

“That’s alright,” Eddie reassured. He stuck out his hand to shake. “Hey, Max. I’m Eddie.”

Max blinked in surprise. She made no move to take Eddie’s hand.

“Maxine,” Billy said, annoyed. “Manners.”

She glared at Billy but took Eddie’s hand and muttered, “Nice to meet you.”

“Go wash up for dinner, but be fast about it,” Billy told her. “Don’t make Eddie wait.”

Dinner was awkward, but Eddie had been expecting that, so he happily chatted about anything and everything. He figured eventually he’d stumble on a topic that would interest the kid. He wanted Billy’s sister to like him. He didn’t have much luck on that front during their first dinner. Or their second, or even their third.

Eddie had tried not to feel discouraged by Max’s ambivalence. Kids normally took to him more easily than that so it was a bit of a blow to his ego, but nothing that would keep him from trying again. That being said, he really didn’t know how long it would’ve taken if it hadn’t been for the feathers.

Eddie insisted their next date be a trip to the arcade with Max. Billy had grumbled but conceded when Eddie hammed it up by batting his eyes at him. Eddie whooped in victory and he could’ve sworn Max had smiled at his antics for a split second.

The arcade had been noisy and full of flashy lights like any other arcade. Eddie had eagerly led Billy and Max to his favorite games and taught them how to play. Billy went along with it but it had been obvious he was bored. Max, on the other hand, took to it like a duck to water. She all but glued herself to Dig Dug.

“We should hit up the skeeball in the back, next,” Eddie said excitedly when Max finally lost the game. “Jeff and I used to play against each other and I lost to him almost every time. It’s still mega fun!”

Max had ignored him to add another quarter to Dig Dug and continue her game.

“Maxine,” Billy said with obvious annoyance, “Listen to you betters and stop acting like a brat.”

He grabbed Max to yank her roughly away from the game. Max yelped in either surprise or pain but did not struggle in Billy’s grasp. Eddie was startled enough by the exchange to intervene

“Billy,” he’d said, unconsciously putting himself between the two siblings. “You and I can play some pinball instead and keep an eye on her. It’s not a big deal.”

Eddie gave Max some more quarters, and placed a calming hand to Billy’s chest to maneuver him to the pinball machine two consoles down from Dig Dug. For a while, it hadn’t been a big deal. They each played their own games with Eddie looking over at Max every once in a while to make sure she was still safe and happy.

Then one of the other kids in the arcade got impatient waiting for her to lose at Dig Dug. They started to squabble when he sabotaged her game, and it escalated to shoving. It was rough enough that she banged up against the game opposite them.

Max picked herself up furiously. That was when Eddie saw it. Dark red feathers had sprouted along her hairline. She raised a hand to strike the kid, who had already turned away to start playing Dig Dug. Her hand had dark, wickedly curved claws.

Eddie reacted quickly. He slipped off his jacket and threw it over Max. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and started to speak soothingly to her as he guided her away from the noise and the crowd. Max squirmed under his arm but he held firm to keep her steady without hurting her. Eddie had been herding them to a secluded booth. Billy showed up at his elbow.

“To the car,” Billy growled, eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching them.

Eddie nodded and the three of them ended up in Billy’s Camaro. Billy slammed the driver’s door closed behind him, but Eddie paid it no attention as he slid into the backseat with Max. Eddie carefully unbundled Max from his jacket. Max scooted as far from Eddie as possible the moment she was free. Eddie didn’t try to stop her.

“You’re safe,” Eddie reassured her. “I got to you before anyone could see.”

“That was stupid, Maxine,” Billy said with a scowl. “You know what happens when you do shit like that.”

Max hunched her shoulders defensively.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she glowered.

“Billy, c’mon, man,” Eddie said. “She’s a kid. Kids can’t always keep their human faces on. It’s not her fault.”

“You’re taking this well, Eddie,” Billy said, eyes flicking up to look at Eddie through the rearview mirror.

Eddie had been so caught up in damage control, he was only now struck with the implications of the entire situation. Max wasn’t human. Billy was aware of this. Was he something other than human as well?

“I’ve seen weirder stuff,” Eddie said cautiously. “Are you two…phoenixes?”

“I’m a hundred percent human,” Billy replied with a gleaming grin.

“So Max is a phoenix? From her mother’s side, I assume?”

Max glances up to the rearview mirror to meet Billy’s eye. Eddie figured she was trying to gauge if Billy thought Eddie was safe to know their secret. At the time, he didn’t question the act of silent communication between the siblings. He’d even thought it was sweet that they could rely on each other. Whatever she read in Billy’s expression made her glare at Eddie.

“So what?”

Eddie met her scowl with his most dazzling grin.

“So nothing! I’ve never met a phoenix before,” Eddie said cheerfully. “I thought you were all extinct. It’s awesome that you aren't.”

Max clearly hadn’t expected such a positive reaction. She didn’t appear to know how to respond. Eddie carried most of the conversation, with Max contributing occasionally but only after checking with Billy. He learned that they didn’t know any other phoenixes. Max had been home-schooled for her safety so she hadn’t been given the opportunity to interact with other children much. Going to the arcade had been one of the few times Billy deemed it safe enough to go in crowds with her.

“And look how that turned out,” Billy had said stiltedly.

“We had fun and no one saw anything,” Eddie replied affably. “I’d say it went great.”

By the time they reached Billy’s apartment, Max was less wary but still not completely at ease which Eddie thought was reasonable. Her feathers and claws had disappeared which had been Eddie’s primary goal anyway. Max ran to her room the minute they got into the apartment, slamming her door loudly behind her. Eddie lingered at the apartment door.

“I should probably go home,” Eddie said. “Give you guys a chance to wind down from all that.”

“I’m sorry our date got ruined, baby,” Billy said, leaning close and tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear. His hand cupped Eddie’s cheek. Eddie leaned into the touch.

“It’s fine,” Eddie quickly reassured him. Then he did the stupidest thing of all. “You know, if you’d like to give Max a chance to spend time with kids her age, maybe you two can come over to mine. I know a couple of kids who’d love to meet her and won’t freak out over some feathers.”

The hand at his cheek trailed down to grip his jaw. Eddie found himself pulled into a bruising, close-lipped kiss. When Billy pulled back, a slow triumphant smile graced his features, making him all the more beautiful. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat as it always did when Billy smiled at him.

“You’re too good to us, Eddie,” Billy said. Eddie melted at his words because he was a smitten moron.

Over the next few weeks, Billy and Max came over to visit Eddie several times. House didn’t hide from fellow supernatural creatures so the Hargroves got to see it in all its splendor from their very first visit together. To Eddie’s delight, Max quickly befriended El and Dustin. El hadn’t quite mastered her human form yet, so more often than not she’d piggyback Max in her black, sludge-like form, speaking quietly as they went about their games. Max would act bored and exasperated whenever Dustin espoused his myriad animal facts but she would make snarky comments that showed she'd paid attention and remembered all the stuff Dustin told her.

Eddie only ever had Billy and Max visit when he knew Jeff wasn’t around. Chrissy would make herself scarce whenever they came over. Uncle Wayne treated Max as kindly as he did any of the other kids, but he kept conversations with Billy short and distant. Eddie didn't let himself get too bothered by this; he knew they'd come around once they got to know Billy better.

While the children entertained themselves, Eddie would cuddle up close to Billy to watch TV in the living room. If the kids were playing outside, they’d spend long quiet moments kissing deeply. Eddie almost always ended up pulling Billy down on top of him to enjoy the solid weight of Billy’s warm body pressing him into the couch. It was nice. Good. Eddie was the happiest he’d ever been in a relationship.

He should have known something was wrong. House never kicked them out, but if Eddie hadn’t been so enamored, he would have noticed that whenever the Hargroves were there, doors tended to stick a little, and the TV and radio would get occasional flares of static. House reacted to their presence, even if it wasn’t as aggressive and loud as it had been with visitors it didn’t like. He never thought anything of it.

It went out of his mind entirely when Billy asked him to watch Max. It was the first time he’d asked Eddie to spend time alone with Max. Eddie was thrilled.

“My buddies invited me camping next weekend. I wasn’t planning on going. I didn’t want to leave Max alone and obviously I can’t bring her along,” Billy explained. “But I haven't seen them in a long time. I thought since she likes spending time with the kids here so much and you’re so good with her, maybe…”

“Yeah,” Eddie blurted. “Yeah, of course! El and Dustin will be stoked to spend the weekend with Max.”

Billy flashed him his bright white grin.

“I knew I could count on you, babe.”

The week leading up to it, he spent nearly every evening with the Hargrove siblings. He ran by his ideas for weekend activities with both of them. He suggested movies, crafts, and even some physical activities like a swim in a pond Eddie liked in particular. He really wanted the weekend to be fun for all the kids.

Max got quieter as the week progressed. Her responses became more curt. She retreated to her room earlier and earlier. Eddie assumed she was nervous to be away from her brother for so long.

“Kid, you'll be having so much fun, you won't even notice Billy’s gone,” Eddie insisted cheerfully.

She shrugged off his attempts at comfort, and clenched her jaw shut against any response Eddie may have wanted to hear. So Eddie backed off. He convinced himself she would be fine once the weekend came around.

Eddie hated himself for his self-delusion.

#trensu tells stories #hawkins halfway house for homeless horrors #hhh: tradition #in which billy continues to be a manipulative bastard but at least max is here now #things will get better for our eddie eventually #i promise

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zanarkandfayth · 10 months ago

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Writing Meme: First Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @ivorydice, thank you <3

I ignored the rules to make up my own lmao. Doing twelve fics I like a lot rather than the last ten, particularly because I'd like a wider time range to see how things have changed. The actual last ten would just be the first two and then all eight of the fics I did for fatherly love week in 2021 :/ Most of which were written in a very stress-filled, sleepless week right before the deadline haha. Going back to some of my earliest ffxv fics will be more interesting; curious to see how they all start because I know I usually try to make the opening line intriguing, but not always.

o1. "Chocobos! Noct, look at the sign, they have chocobos! Can we go see them?" || Ameliorate

o2. Ignis sighs as he puts his foot on the brake, resisting the strong temptation to close his eyes and bow his head against the steering wheel for a moment. || The Monsters Running Wild

o3. Ding! The noise of the first one cuts loudly through the quiet of his room, rousing him from a heavy slumber, but right now he's more asleep than awake, his eyes still closed. It's easy to ignore. || From That First Moment

o4. "Alright. Ready to not get your ass kicked today?" || Where They Should Be

o5. Noct hesitates, staring with dread at the panel of buttons before him. || Where It Matters Less

o6. The thick, metallic smell of blood is still lingering in Noct's nose when he wakes with a gasp, eyes flying open, wide and startled as he looks unseeing around him. || Everything

o7. "Hey, wanna go to the arcade today?" Prompto slings a friendly arm around Noct as he asks the question, a bright grin across his face as he waits hopefully for the answer. || Heavy is the Burden

o8. Insomnia is a mess. || Under Grey Skies

o9. Coming to this party was a mistake. || Six Ways from Sunday

1o. It starts happening the day Insomnia falls. || The Shadows Growing Tall

11. "I feel like my feet are going to fall off," Prompto whines as they all trudge back to the Regalia. || Dark Corners

12. The first time everyone thinks Prompto and Cor meet is when Prompto is sixteen. || What Lies Below

...so the only two I actually wish had better openings are monsters and heavy. which makes sense. monsters I just started writing at random because at that point it was supposed to be a one-shot and also never shared with anyone other than the bestie. so I didn't care where I started it.

heavy I, uh, stole the opening from nano/aftermath fic LOL. because nanofic was only a chapter and some change then, with a horrible idea I hated, and I thought I was never gonna come back to it so I might as well repurpose the few bits of it that were good. now I have a better idea and I'm actually writing it... but I still haven't changed the opening a whole lot. they're just gonna be similar forever. oh well.

but the rest feel like they either did a decent job at being an interesting hook or at least not being super boring or something. though I feel like I maybe had stronger hooks in my earlier fics, hmm. damn you brain fog.

oh, tagging... hhh I usually never tag people for these things because I am awkward and dunno who is okay with being tagged. so low-key no pressure ignore if you want mutual-tagging @quartzguts, @smallest-turtle, @breakfastteatime, @every-lemon, @elidelio, @thisfairytalegonebad, @tumbleloon, aaaaaand... whoever else is a writer that wants to do this.

#I was tempted to just compare ALL my fics #at least for ffxv #but 29 would be a lot #and every day I fight against the urge to delete two of them #plus a couple were just crack things #so I stuck with 12 #couldn't get myself to go any lower than that lol #tag game #writing things #my fic

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randyortonofficial · 1 year ago

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title: show me something real (click here for the ao3 version) pairing: cody rhodes/randy orton (candy), hhh/punk if you squint SUPER hard word count: 4975 important tags: shower sex, dirty talk description: People in the locker rooms might be throwing a fit about the return of CM Punk tonight. They may just be trying to find Hunter to bitch about it and demand an explanation, but it’s not something Cody and Randy think too much about, not when they have each other to focus all their attention on.

Because who the hell cares about CM Punk when Cody’s husband is back in town to give him the dirtiest sex in the world whenever they want?

It was the best Survivor Series night of Cody’s career.

Previously, it was Survivor Series back in 2008. That was the one he and Randy won, both of them being the sole survivors out of all the ten participants in the match, and thusly, a foreshadowing to their eventual future together.

They weren’t the sole survivors of this one. It was a special Wargames matchup, focused mainly on destruction instead of elimination, and Randy was only in the match for the last ten minutes, but he had finally returned back to WWE after being out for eighteen long, long months and Cody was going super stir crazy as a result.

Hell, he almost wished for another injury so he could keep recovering at home with his husband by his side. The pec injury did give them some precious time together, but there was still about eleven months to account for.

Not anymore though.

Now, Randy is back.

Randy is back, and here to stay, and now he and Cody can get it on in a major way.

(As Randy had so eloquently told Cody when he landed in town last night).

“We had a pretty tough match, huh?” Randy lets out a long sigh as he stretches his arms up high. “We should uh… shower off.” He crosses his arms over his chest before leaning against the wall. His steel blue eyes roam all over Cody with purpose, his gaze lingering in certain places. “Clean up some before going out. Don’t you agree?”

Cody’s grin spreads so wide across his face that it actually kind of hurts. As he opens his mouth to enthusiastically agree with him, he’s cut off by someone’s strong arm wrapping around his shoulders from behind.

He and Randy frown and both furrow their eyebrows together before looking to the man at Cody’s side.

“Hunter,” Randy starts, “can me and Codes have a moment?”

“Just excited to see my favorite couple back in WWE!” Hunter praises. “Hey guys, tell me something.”

Cody and Randy both immediately answer with, “something,” and as Hunter rolls his eyes, they both chuckle at each other.

They both really are just so funny sometimes.

“What do you guys think of Phil being back?”

“What’d you offer to get him back here?” Randy asks. “A win against Roman at Wrestlemania?”

“A spot on WWE’s board of directors?” Cody adds.

“All the ice cream bars in the world?”

“A chance to set Colt Cabana on fire?”

“Your big, fat co-”

“Are you guys gonna keep going back and forth with each other until I leave you two alone to do whatever the hell it is you guys do now?”

“Yup.” Randy raises his eyebrows and holds out his hand. “Can I get my husband back now?”

With a sigh, Hunter unwraps his arm from Cody and holds up his hands in defeat. “He’s all yours. Whatever you guys do though, uh,” he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks them both over as they hold onto each other’s hands, “don’t make it too obvious what you decide to do with each other. You know what I mean?”

“You mean hardcore sex with each other?”

Hunter blinks at Randy a few times before pressing his lips together in a strained, but still fond smile, the kind that comes along with mentoring Randy Orton for near two decades. “Good to have you back, Randy.” He pats Randy’s shoulder before looking to Cody and telling him, “keep making sure he stays out of trouble.”

Randy groans and rolls his eyes while Cody chuckles. “Hey!” Randy calls out. “I’ve been on my best behavior for thirteen years now!”

Hunter holds up a middle finger in the air as he continues down the hall, right before disappearing down another one.

“How come nobody ever tells me to make sure you stay out of trouble?” Randy mentions while he and Cody make their way down to Cody’s locker room.

“Because I never get into it.”

“Neither do I.”

“Not anymore with my influence.” Cody squeezes Randy’s hand and smiles over at him. “Kidding, obviously, I know a lot of it was your doing. However,” he walks in front of Randy, still holding his hand, and raises an eyebrow, “I would like for you to be on your bad behavior real soon.”

With a smirk and a rising hum, Randy tilts his head back to show off the column of his throat. He proceeds to look Cody over and licks his lips as he surveys his body, so much different then from when they first got together all those years ago.

He’s no longer some toned twink with a hairless chest and delicate limbs. He’s got huge biceps now, hair all over his chest and leading down chiseled abs, he’s got that pec tattoo of his dad’s name and his logo tattooed on his bicep (after Randy talked him out of doing it on his neck), and he’s an absolutely manly man now.

He always was, but it’s much more prominent this time. Cody carries this distinct alpha-like air, he walks the halls with confidence and commands everyone’s attention…

… and yet, despite what Randy sees in front of him, he still sees that toned twink with the hairless chest and delicate limbs.

Randy takes in a deep breath as he lets go of Cody’s hand. “We gotta go wash up,” he tells him in a low tone.

And suddenly, he’s bending down onto a knee to hoist Cody up over his shoulder like he weighs nothing at all. To Randy, this will always be the case, and Cody is thankful that, after all this time, Randy can still pick him up and throw him around with ease. It was something he worried about when he started to gain muscle, if it would affect their sexual dynamic, but it’s only intensified what they’ve been doing with each other.

As Randy continues down the hall, Cody raises his head to look down the other way. There’s a blush on his cheeks and it grows much more seeing Phil at the other end.

Phil tilts his head. He blinks at the two men as he casually waves their way.

Cody waves back before Randy disappears with him down the hall.

Phil from the past would have given Cody and Randy a lot of shit for being so open about doing this kind of thing where anyone could see, but they’ve all let bygones be bygones at this point. Phil might not have changed in some ways, but he has in others. It depends on who you ask whether they think Phil has truly changed.

People in the locker rooms might be throwing a fit about the return of CM Punk tonight. They may just be trying to find Hunter to bitch about it and demand an explanation, but it’s not something Cody and Randy think too much about, not when they have each other to focus all their attention on.

Who the hell cares about CM Punk when Cody’s husband is back in town to give him the dirtiest sex in the world whenever they want?

After setting Cody down on his feet on the floor, Randy leans in to murmur into his ear, “get undressed.”

And he doesn’t have to tell Cody twice.

His boots have to come off first before he can pull down his tights. He hears the water running nearby and raises his head to see the wonderful sight of a naked Randy under the showerhead. It motivates him to quickly rid the rest of his ring gear, to the point he almost trips stepping out of his tights, and Randy has to laugh at his dramatic, eager display.

“Fuck, you really couldn’t wait, could you?” Randy asks as he leans against the tile, his big arms crossed over his even bigger chest. “Were you that desperate, baby boy?”

Baby boy.

The familiar nickname cuts through Cody’s facade and sentences it to death immediately. That bravado of a confident man who can command the ring and inspire others with his effortless leadership has now reverted back to that lost boy still trying to figure out his footing in the world and had to rely on Randy to help him through to the other side.

Cody’s mouth goes dry looking at Randy. He has to grab onto the bar in the shower to steady himself as he steps onto the tile, water gently splashing under his feet. His grip tightens on the bar and he’s whimpering out, “yes, daddy.”

Cody was really proud of himself for gaining all this muscle. Being a pretty boy was fun, and he misses it at times, but he’s at a place where he’s fully confident with his body. People take him seriously now, they see him as the leader he’s worked so hard to be, and it’s great to no longer be wondering what his purpose is or what sort of path his career is going to take.

But Randy sees him for all that he is.

Randy sees him as that confident leader, but he also still remembers Cody as that boy who desperately needs to be taken in his big, strong arms and fucked relentlessly until he forgets everything but his name.

Cody’s so big now, but Randy is, somehow, even bigger.

Randy is the most shredded he’s ever been in his life. Fuck, even his muscles have muscles. Cody’s pretty sure Randy developed muscles he never knew existed and it’s such a crazy thing to think when they’ve been together for over a decade but Randy continues to blow his mind, day in and day out. Those muscles, the arms and the thighs, oh god, the thighs, Cody can never get over those beautiful fucking thighs, and then there’s his cock-

His thick fucking cock. Thicker than any other part of his body.

A hot breath pushes past his pretty, pink lips as he watches Randy’s fingers wrap around his hardening erection. His own fingers are twitching, wanting more than anything to reach out and touch but despite his best efforts, he’s frozen in place. As if being held there by another presence so strong that he can’t even attempt to step into it, not without permission-

“What are you waiting for?”

Cody looks up into Randy’s eyes with his own, bright and blue, as Randy pulls him right up against his body with his other hand.

Randy looks down into Cody’s eyes with his own, a cold and calculated steel. He smirks before letting his tongue swipe out along his lips. Gently, he lets go of Cody’s hand and he holds his own up in the air, appearing to offer himself in his entirety to the other man. With Randy’s implied permission, Cody finds it in himself to finally touch him and he can’t even help the moan that falls from his lips as he grabs Randy’s biceps. The heat in his eyes is prominent watching his hands move up those strong arms he’s fantasized so much about, a heat that burns up, flares hot when they make eye contact again.

Cody swallows his arousal down enough for him to speak. “I missed you like this,” he says just above a whisper. “Thought about it so much.”

“Yeah, daddy did too,” Randy’s voice rumbles out as he leans in, so close their foreheads almost touch but not quite. His hands then slip down Cody’s back to grab his ass, squeeze it tight in his hands, and he grins at the gasp Cody exhales against his lips.

“Thought about this every day, you know that?” He then moves his mouth by Cody’s ear to whisper, “getting my baby boy alone again, doing whatever the fuck I want to him.”

With a whine, Cody closes his eyes. “God, I need you,” he pleads. “I can’t wait anymore for it-”

“You were pretty fucking obvious about it out there,” Randy scoffs. “You were calling the shots out there just fine earlier. Telling everyone what to do, taking charge and taking names and all of a sudden I walk out there…” He bites at Cody’s earlobe to drag it out with his teeth, and as Cody moans, Randy is fully pressing their foreheads together. “... you turn right back into a slut for me. And you let everyone knew it too, I fucking saw you spreading your legs out there when I gave that RKO to JD-”

“I-I couldn’t help it, daddy.” Cody’s hands move over Randy’s shoulders and down his broad pecs. “Reminded me what it was like… all those years ago in Legacy…”

His hands continue downwards over his abs. Twitching fingers run along the ridges of Randy’s muscles and press into the skin just to feel how firm and hard they are. Cody bites back his moan at first before deciding to let it out, because it’s just the both of them here in this shower and he has no reason to hide how much he wants the much bigger man in front of him. Sure, they could just do this back on Cody’s tour bus, but where’s the fun in that? Why do it there when they can do it here, just like old times?

“Back when I had no idea what I was doing,” Cody chuckles quietly. “And I just followed your every word. Watched your every action. Trusted you, at every second, to take care of me…” And as his hands roam back up to grip tight at Randy’s shoulders, he looks back into his eyes before telling him, a low voice that drips with desire, “begging for you to take me.”

In an instant, Randy has his hand pressing Cody to the wall by his throat. It has Cody gasping out for air and darkens his eyes so much so that you can’t even make out the bright blue anymore, eyes now a mystifying shade of absolute lust.

Randy bites his lip as his eyes encircle Cody’s features. Those mystifying eyes and those pretty, pink, and naturally pouty lips. There’re crinkles at the corners of Cody’s eyes now, a fact of getting older, and his life experiences show better over his features, no longer that perfect babyface from years ago, at least not in appearance’s sake, but in state of mind, this will always be the core of who Cody is.

Doesn’t matter how many press conferences Cody does, how many suits he wears, or how many people he’s able to lead, because he will always bow down to Randy Orton.

Then, now, and until the end of time.

Cody watches Randy with baited breath, eyes as dark as the night that they’re heading for together. He can barely focus because he’s so aching hard and dying for Randy to soothe the pain that came from waiting for him to come back, waiting month after month after month, fuck, so many of them and it seemed never ending, just like the building anticipation between them in this shower.

Randy narrows his eyes. “And that’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asks quietly. “For me to take you again?”

Cody swallows heavily. He nods as best he can. “More than anything, daddy.”

“Well, you don’t gotta worry anymore, baby,” Randy murmurs as he begins to lean in. “Cause daddy’s back home…”

Although he takes Cody’s lips so ruthlessly, it is done with great care. Randy is taking whatever his heart desires, but it just so happens that Cody’s heart wants the same exact. It’s just the way Cody likes it when it’s been as long as it has - powerful, insistent, and so sloppy that it makes even the most experienced people blush.

Layers of steam shroud their bodies as the hot water rains down, which besides the benefit of adding to the growing atmosphere of lust, provides much relief to their sore bodies from earlier in the night. The droplets steadily roll down their wet skin, it drips down Randy’s pec and onto Cody’s stomach and it’s just wonderful how they’re so connected right now. Their tongues are eagerly rolling over each other’s mouths, slipping past the plush lines to dance within, and they’re biting too, biting and sucking, licking and pressing, gasping and moaning in between.

As far as Cody and Randy are concerned, they have the whole night to show each other just how much they’ve missed one another.

It’s not certain how long it’s been when they pull away, and it’s just barely. Cody rolls his lips back between his teeth as his eyes dip to Randy’s lips, and his breath hitches when Randy wipes his tongue out. Randy gives Cody’s throat one more squeeze before his hands latch onto his hips, and then he’s leaning forward to sink his teeth into Cody’s neck. It pulls a loud gasp from Cody’s lips, his eyes widening before they flutter shut, and his head rolls off to the side as Randy begins to suck at his skin.

Once.

Twice.

After the third time, however, Randy is pressing his tongue to the column of Cody’s throat to tantalizingly lick all the way up to Cody’s lips, though he doesn’t kiss him again. He just lets his breath hotly ghost out over Cody’s mouth and Cody is whining out loud because fuck, Randy’s lips are right there, what the fuck is he trying to pull? Why is he depriving him, depriving them?

“I wanna see that mouth get put to work, boy,” Randy drawls. “Understand?”

Cody’s eyes light up immensely.

He can’t remember the last time he’s wanted to suck off Randy so bad. Fuck, he can’t remember when he’s wanted anything ever in his life so bad.

A nod from Cody is all Randy needs to growl at him, “good. Show me what those pretty, dick-sucking lips of yours can do.”

And then Randy is gripping tight at Cody’ hair to force him down onto his knees. He’s pulling Cody’s face forward and thrusts against his lip with a groan, and Cody is moaning as he sticks out his tongue to curl around the head. He lids his eyes open at the other man and grabs onto his hips, nail pressing into the skin.

“C’mon, I don’t got all day,” Randy warns. “Take me in, now.”

Cody doesn’t protest, doesn’t say a word as he licks right up Randy’s shaft before taking him in, all the way. Randy lets out a loud moan, eyes closing and his head lulling back.

“Fuck.” Randy’s fingers thread back into Cody’s blonde threads. “Holy fuck, Cody, that’s it.”

He’s moaning, over and over, as he quickly moves his mouth. The heady taste of Randy’s musk, that tinge of saltiness and ounces of sweetness drive Cody crazy. Randy carries just a little bit of everything to keep Cody coming back for more, and he decides to deepthroat him again, and again, and again, with relative ease.

Cody’s letting all the fantasies he’s had about their reunion guide his movements. His hands can’t help but to wander over Randy’s firm, sculpted abs and he moans feeling how hard he is under his fingertips. The knowledge of what a big, powerful man he’s somehow managed to marry sends flares of arousal throughout his body, causes his hole to clench around the nothing, and he’s whining out after pulling to the tip.

“Fuck, I missed my daddy.”

“Miss him telling you what to do?” Randy breathes out as he yanks Cody back by his hair to stare down into those beautiful eyes. “Making you do what he wants?”

“Can you fuck my mouth?” Cody asks so sweet. “Please, can you fuck it? Use me? Please?”

“Fuck yeah, I can,” Randy groans out, steadying Cody’s head with one hand as the other steadies his cock at the base to rub it along Cody’s pretty lips. Randy moans as Cody gives the tip a little suckle, because Cody can’t fucking help himself when Randy tastes so good, better than anyone and anything. “Yeah, open up wide for your daddy, baby boy…”

The moaning Cody gives is muffled as Randy pushes past his lips to sink his cock down his throat. He has no time to even grab at Randy to keep himself grounded before Randy is grabbing both of his wrists to pin them high up on the shower tile.

“Take it, Cody, be a good boy and take it,” Randy growls at him as he sinks his nails into Cody’s wrists. Cody is gagging around Randy as Randy continues to push in, but when he can’t anymore, he starts to swivel his hips around, moaning as he does so.

Cody is settled on his knees, right at Randy’s mercy. He is helpless as Randy keeps him pinned to the wall by his wrists, and he only needs one hand to do so. One hand practically crushes his wrists in their grip as the other hand threads right back into his hair to tug at the strands, and it makes his scalp burn but only in the best way, as it always is with Randy.

He’s using Cody just like Cody wants. No regard for his being (at least on the surface) and using his mouth solely as a vehicle for his own pleasure. Cody can’t even move, the only thing he really can do is gag around Randy everytime he pushes in too far or flex his fingers, maybe even tense his thighs. Sometimes, he looks up to Randy and even through the tears beading at the corners of his eyes, it’s clear to him how much Randy is enjoying his velvety hot mouth.

As Randy continues to fuck his throat raw, all Cody can think about is being a good boy for him. Being a good hole and letting Randy take him, wreck him, and destroy him, just like he did all those years ago, because things never really do change, don’t they?

With a loud groan, Randy pulls Cody down all the way and swivels his hips once more. He tugs at Cody’s hair and begins to pull him to the tip, and with the way Randy’s breathing is getting, Cody can tell he’s about halfway there. It means he has other ideas in mind, and in all of Cody’s excitement and hopefulness, he’s whining out at his beloved, “I’ve been wanting you, Randy, I’ve always fucking wanted you, god, I need you to give it to me, I need you to just fuck me and I’ll be a good boy, I’ll always be a good boy, please Randy, please daddy, please, please, please-”

“God fucking damn, Cody,” Randy huffs out a laugh as he looks up to the ceiling. He shakes his head in amazement. “Thirteen fucking years, and you’re still as much of a desperate slut like you were the first time. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

The praise has Cody giving a little trill. “I am?”

“Always. Now get the fuck up and turn your pretty little ass around, boy.”

The moment Randy removes his hands from him, Cody is instantly scrambling against the wall to pull himself up to his feet. He goes to turn around but Randy is doing the honors for him, easily turning Cody to shove him up against the wall and grabbing at his hips to pull him back so his ass can present itself.

His ass is actually much bigger than it was in the past. There’s much more meat to it, and it’s obvious in any pants he wears, or right now, what he doesn’t wear. It grew with him like his muscles, and Randy has always been so appreciative and supportive of the work Cody has put into his body. They got together when Cody was leaned and toned, more of a pretty boy than the obvious manly man he now is, but Randy still treats Cody the same way he did all those years ago.

And right now, Cody is so thankful for that.

It hurts when Randy pushes into him, but it’s what he expected, what he needed. Cody needs that pain, the excruciating stretch, the heat of Randy’s hands on his body to keep his back arched so pretty as the water continue to cascade over them from above. Randy pulls out to the tip just to slowly push all the way back in and Cody’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he lets out a long, and almost whiny moan out into the open.

“That’s it,” Randy murmurs as he continues with his movements - slow, but each thrust packing a hard punch. “Taking me so good, baby boy. Doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always gonna be tight for your daddy, huh? The perfect fit?”

Cody whimpers and nods. “A-Always, daddy-”

He gasps as Randy grabs his throat from behind. His eyes fall shut and he doesn’t move a muscle as Randy leads him up to stand up a bit more, until they’re both standing up straight. Randy’s breath is ghosting over his ear, hot air expelling from his mouth in short bursts as he breathes in and out.

“You said you were always gonna be good for me, right?” Randy grumbles into his ear.

“Always,” Cody whispers. “Wouldn’t be anything else.”

Randy’s lips slowly widen into a proud smirk. “Good boy,” he whispers in turn before kissing Cody’s cheek. “Daddy loves you, you know that?”

“I-I love you too-”

Cody’s voice cracks when Randy squeezes his throat. He’s gasping out for air before Randy spanks him, the sound cracking throughout, and he’s crying out right as Randy begins to give it him with all the strength he has and fuck, is there so much of it. If it was Cody from years ago, he might even say it’s too much but he can take whatever Randy throws at him now.

Randy is brutally hammering away into Cody, hand under Cody’s chin and over his throat, fingers almost crushing Cody’s jaw with the kind of hold he’s adopted. It hurts, god, it hurts, it’s never hurt like this before, but it’s never felt so damn good like this either.

Cody is a willing slave to Randy’s desires. He has no more theory of mind, no thoughts beyond RandyRandyRandy and please more and daddydaddydaddy, he is a mere shell, a being comprised of all of Randy’s dirtiest fantasies and he can’t think of a sweeter fate. He cries out with each slam of Randy’s hips, over and over again. Even with his eyes screwed so tightly shut, the tears manage to find their way out to roll down his cheeks. Randy is truly giving him everything and it’s shocking, tragic even, that none of the men Cody has been with could ever induce this in him. All of this wonderful sex, the best sex in the world, locked behind the closet of a straight man that only Cody held the key for.

“Oh my - fuck - R-Randy, Randy,” Cody sobs, “Randy, please-”

“Yeah, say my fucking name,” Randy growls. “You like this, baby? You like being used like a fucking slut?”

“Yes, daddy, just your slut, daddy,” Cody gasps.

“Want daddy to fill you up? Give you his come, is that what you want, baby boy, huh? Is it what you need?”

“Need it, daddy, please, need your come-”

“I bet you fucking need it, you little whore,” he growls out as his other hand pulls one of Cody’s back to keep it behind Cody’ back, grip on Cody’s wrist so hard it’s pressing against bone, and it hurts, it’ll leave bruises with all the others that are forming on Cody, and Cody loves it, fuck, he welcomes it.

He loves everything Randy does to him, and he loves it even more when Randy fills him up with a long and loud groan. His wrist and chin hurt like fucking hell, to the point it makes him wanna cry, but it’s what he needs, he needs to be dominated, to be told what to do and not given a choice because this is what he knows so intimately.

Despite everything that’s happened in his life, and all Cody has gone through, this is where he feels the most comfort. It’s how he can escape from the responsibilities he has now. No thoughts beyond letting Randy take control of him, take care of him, he gets to let Randy call all the shot and he can go back to being that lost boy still trying to figure out his footing in the world, the boy who had to rely on Randy to help him through to the other side.

Cody comes along with Randy, the both of them pretty much in sync now with the amount of times they’ve fucked at this point. Randy’s grip on Cody begins to loosen in the wondrous afterglow of their shared orgasms, and the gentle, butterfly kisses he trails over Cody’s neck and shoulders is a welcomed juxtaposition to his harsh treatment mere minutes ago. Cody’s shoulders slump with relaxation under the kisses and he flexes his fingers in appreciation for the newfound freedom. Randy’s hands are kneading his sides in soothing ministrations and after letting his lips graze up Cody’s neck to his ear, he whispers, “I really missed you, Cody.”

Cody tilts his head to the side. He lets out a long sigh, just to get his breath back, and is able to muster a smile. “You think being all soft now will make up for the way you fucked me just now?”

A chuckle rumbles up from Randy’s throat. “Abso-fuckin-lutely,” he drawls. “Is it working?”

After pressing a gentle kiss to his husband’s lips, Cody tells him, “yeah. It really is.”

#candy #my fics #enjoy bc god know i did

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