#xoxo hope u enjoy

[sokkigarden]

any more nsfw jamie thoughts or fics pleaseeeee this man had taken up my whole headspace

i have a whole lotta thoughts. so much so that i’ve outlined an entirely new fic and this one is def nsfw…… i kinda jumped into the deep end with no plans to return LOL

soooo new jamie x reader fic coming soon!! (maybe by the end of this week?)

title: dancing with our hands tied

premise: enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, hate fucking, flirty banter, jealousy, a lil angst, a lil humor, etc etc

so um (kinda vague) preview under the cut <3

Before you have a chance to even choose your reaction, you let out what can only be described as a whimper mixed with a moan.

You whirl around to look at him, and you both seem to be shocked by the noise. You can tell your face is burning with embarrassment as you stare at each other in a momentary state of shock.

He recovers first, letting out a breath of a laugh. A smirk dances across his face.

“Liked that, did you?” he taunted.

You clearly didn’t recover as quickly, your reply coming out weaker than you’d like. “Shut up, Tartt.”

He stepped a little closer to you, and you stepped back instinctively, before you ran into the table set up next to the door.

��I liked hearin’ it,” he said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper.

lol you can read it here xx

[angelicblondie]

high infidelity ೀ⋆⑅˚

luke x princess!reader

cw: cheating (totally not ok in real life pls dont cheat!), sexual content, a tad toxic (MDNI)

luke hated your boyfriend, and you hated luke.

so it was a pretty simple dynamic.

you and luke had never really gotten along. you werent sure why, at first, but it was the way things were - you hated luke, and luke hated you.

it didnt matter, anyways. luke was nice to everyone but you, so you couldn't even talk to anyone about it, because everyone loved him!

it was unfortunate, but it was reality - nothing could be done about your distaste for each other. it is what it is.

you could admit though, that it was highly unhelpful - your rivalry, that is. as being two of the oldest campers, you tended to be paired up quite often. whether it was co-taught classes, demonstrations, cabin duties - somehow, someway, you were always together.

luckily at this point, you two had matured (at least a little) since your arrival at camp half-blood. when the two of you were younger, it was hard to act professional. you would get in fights very often, needing an older camper or even chiron to break it up. it was too easy for the two of you to dissagree - you were just too different from eachother, you were never going to get along.

as you got older, you were able to learn how to bite you tongue, and pick your battles. even if he made a sly comment, or gave you mocking look, you tried your very best (most of the time) not to engage. he wanted a reaction, and you had learned not to give him one (once again, most of the time).

however, recently, its been harder.

a couple months ago, you started dating alex from demeter cabin. he was sweet, and caring, and easy to get along with.

but...also a bit boring.

you wouldnt mention it to anyone of course, not even your closest friends. you tried to convince yourself that boring wasnt bad, in fact, it was what you needed. boring was good for you!

how come it didnt feel like that though?

anyways, the point is, ever since you and alex started dating, luke has been flaring up the teasing again. making little comments, trying to embarrass alex whenever their in the same group of people - it was relentless.

it became harder and harder for you to not get mad at him. he knew just how to get under your skin, better than anyone. why was he bothering you so much? why couldn't you shake him? the hate for him and his stupid comments, and stupid pretty eyes festered deep in your chest, waiting to be released in the form of curses and harsh words you knew you couldn't take back.

you decided not to stoop to his level, though. you figured that was the best form of revenge - no reaction.

but, like stated - he was relentless.

it admittedly got out of hands this morning though, when you had overheard luke talking to his siblings at breakfast. you were simply minding your business, drinking your iced coffee and eating your breakfast as you unintentionally picked up on their conversation.

"...i mean, we all know she's gonna drop him in...what? a week?" you heard the smug, annoying voice of luke and the laugher from his siblings. you paused you actions, discreetly leaning on your elbow to listen closer.

luke laughed before continuing. "not even to be a dick, but that guys is so boring, gods. what does she even see in him?" hermes cabin was called up to the fire, and you seethed in your seat.

that was it. you had taken lukes snide comments and rude words for too long. you felt the anger you had been haboring rise into your throat, and before you know it, you grab your cup, and walked right up to him.

he turned too late, barely registering you were there as your threw your drink right in his face. gasps were heard around the pavilion as confused and speculated murmurs started to circulate.

his mouth was wide open in shock and his eyes were shut as the coffee driped down his face. your voice was stern as you spoke, your lips formed a pout, and your eyebrows were scrunched up. "next time, say it to my face, castellan."

chiron stood up, appalled, calling out both your names. "this is disgraceful! never would i think that two of the brightest and most gifted half-bloods in todays day and age would show such childish behavior!" he lectured, and you look down at the floor, suddenly embarrassed and ashamed. what were you thinking? "the two of you will spend the day cleaning the camp, and i will not hear a single complaint from either of you! understood?"

luke looked like he wanted to argue but he zipped his mouth shut, clenching his jaw tight as he look at you.

supprisingly, he didnt look like his usual mad. instead, he was...amused? he was almost impressed by your boldness - he didnt think you had it in you. but you had bottled it up for so long, it was bound to happen eventually.

you look away from him and up to chiron. you mouth was drawn in a line, and you nodded, almost robotically. "understood." you stated, voice firm. luke did the same and you both walked back to your tables, not giving the other another look. your siblings immidiately bombarded you with questions, so you briefly explain, not really wanting to talk much longer.

you sent an apologetic look to alex as you went to sit back down, and he gave you a strained smile, before looking away. you sigh softly and bite your lip, playing with your food before undeniable hell started - spending the whole day with luke.

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after breakfast, you met luke at the stables, where you started your day of torture. the whole hour it was silent, the only time the two of you spoke was relating to the job.

you were mostly joking before, but truly, if someone had asked you what your personal hell was, this was about as close to it as it could get - cleaning up pegasus manure with only the company of luke castellan.

it totally wasnt fair. your hair kept falling out of your ponytail, pretty much all your polished nails were chipped, and you got shit on your sneakers. and of course, nothing of the sort happened to luke. the sweat on his head didnt look like sweat, it just made him shiny, and if possible, better. his eyes scrunching up in focus only made him look more attractive.

you shook the thought away, reasoning that it was totally ok for you to notice beauty, it was practically your job as a child of aphrodite! as long as you didn't dwell on it too much, you should be good.

but, of course, that wasn't the case.

it became a reoccurring theme to notice how effortless luke was at everything. cleaning the dining pavilion, he looked good. cleaning up after the archery class, he looked good. even sweeping the floor he looked hot! it was totally unfair, and all it did was make you angrier. since when was he allowed to be hot???

as it finally reached the later hours in the day, you two had made it to your last task - picking up trash out of the beach. you sighed, finally breaking the silence.

"ok, are we ever gonna talk, or no?"

luke looks up at you from picking an empty bottel from the sand and smiles mischeviously.

"'bout what?" he teases and you purse your lips.

"seriously?" you ask, hands on your hip and an angry pout. "you know what."

he takes a step closer, looking down at you with amusement. this was funny to him? "nah, princess, think y'need to tell me."

you clench your jaw and cross your arms. "your problem with me. look, im not a fan of you either, but at least im mature enough to try and act civil!" you exclaim.

luke chuckles, stepping away to continue to clean the beach. "yeah, civil. it was real civil when you threw you coffee all over me at breakfast." he quips, voice full of amused sarcasm.

you scoff. "yeah, it was only 'cause you were talking shit, though." you mumble. "sure, it wasnt the best idea, but at least it got the point across."

you move away as well, continuing the task, hoping it would be over soon. "tell me, princess. just outta' pure curiosity, how does your little boyfriend feel 'bout me?" he asks, his voice smug and condecending.

you purse your lips as you turn to me. "ok, seriously, whats your problem?" you drop the trash bag to the sand.

luke shrugs. "no problem, just think you could do better, s'all."

you blink, eyes furrowing in confusion. huh?

its silent for a few moments as you process his words. "you....what?"

luke chuckles, dropping his bag and walking a few steps closer to you. "i think you could do better than whats-his-name. i mean, everyone thinks your only using him for the rite of passage, because why else would you date a guy like that?"

your defensively cross you arms. "like what?"

luke scoffs, as if the answer is obvious. "boring."

you fold your lips inwards. got me there, you think to yourself, and he looks at you like he knows what your thinking.

your narrow your eyes. "hes not boring. and im not using him for the rite of passage. hes nice, he cute, and he doesnt make me want to rip my hair out - all things you cannot say about yourself. besides, its really none of your business."

luke holds up his hands in mock surrender, taking a step back. "woah, dont get all fiery on me, princess. just statin' my opinion, which you asked for," he defends, chuckling at your outburst. "y'know, somethings telling me that your only dating this guys 'cause hes the opposite of me."

your lips twist in a sickeningly sweet smile. "i mean, it certainly doesnt hurt."

luke bite his lip, holding back his amusement and stepping closer. "im startin' to think your obsessed w'me, princess." his voice was lower than before, and his eyes twinkled with michief and...something else?

you swallow, trying to maintain eye contact but the intensity was overwhelming. "i think its the other way around." you say, trying to sound strong, but your voice was quiet.

why all of the sudden was he having this effect on you? why were goosebump trailing up your skin, why was your head foggy, and why on earth did you want him to come closer? not only was it out of character, but it wasn't right! no matter how much you weren't into you boyfriend, you couldn't cheat on him, you knew that was wrong. but luke looked far too good right now, and you were feeling things you never felt before.

before you could come to a conclusion on your emotions, luke took a teasing step back, peeling off his shirt.

"i think im done cleaning," he states, tossing his shirt to the sand and unbuttoning his shorts. you turn to look away, fearing a blush would coat your cheeks at seeing his near-naked form.

you can hear the smirk in lukes voice as he talks, and you turn back to see him just in boxers, walking backwards towards the water.

"gonna take a dip, if you wanna join."

his words were enticing, and you still couldn't figure out why. despite yourself, you slowly peel of you clothes, curious as to where this was going. with a new found sense of confidence, you walk towards the water, locking eyes with luke, who was eyeing your body, and the thin, lacy garments covering you privates.

as you decent down into the water, you stand in front of him, water reaching the middle of your ribcage whilst it almost reaches lukes shoulders, since he's further below. if you were honest, it was quite a beautiful scene, the sun was setting below the horizon, the water was calm and still, and the occasional sound of the waves hitting the shore and crickets beginning to chirp was the only thing that could be heard.

you tilt your head, eyeing him curiously. "why do you hate me, castellan?" you ask, your voice devoid of any malice, just pure curiosity.

luke looked a little suprised by your question, and looked back at you with a bit of amusement. "i dont hate you, princess, thats a bit intense," he chuckles.

you scoff a bit. "well you obviously dont like me. so, what is it?"

you werent sure when it happened, but you and luke had waded out further, making the two of you level, only your shoulders up being visible.

it was silent for a moment as luke thought up his answer, and weirdly the void of conversation was comfortable. the sunset illuminated one side of his face, making him look oddly ethereal. you couldn't look away.

"i dont hate you, princess," he says finally, looking into your eyes with a serious expression (one of the few times you had ever seen one on him).

he doesnt hate you? then why is he always such a dick? you think about asking your plethora of questions, but decide against it, being unable to form any coherent words.

he looked really pretty. you couldn't stop noticing how pretty he was.

for once, your head was devoid of any rational thoughts - you weren't telling yourself how bad of an idea this way, how wrong it is - because it felt so right. and things rarely felt right for you.

you weren't sure who did it first, but somehow your lips met, and it felt like nothing else would ever be the same.

you had been kissed before, but gods, never like this. it was like every emotion you had ever made each other feel was being poured into yours lips, being felt again all at once. your hands were all over each other, trailing below and above surface to claw at the others skin. your lips danced so passionately, everything about it felt raw and exhilarating. and as much as you wished you could say they were, your thoughts weren't on alex, or the consequences of your actions - your head was foggy and consumed by him. by luke.

your tongues clashed every now and then, deepening the kiss and you tried every way to feel closer to him - grabbing his skin, pressing your front flush against his - you needed to feel him everywhere. he wasn't far off from your state, in fact, he was just as bad. he panted into your mouth, his rough, calloused hands from all that training gripping at the skin of your waist, your hips, your ass - anywhere he could find, his hands had been there. you had never felt so deliciously exposed before, and you had never expected to like it.

your legs were wrapped around his waist, and your hands were in his semi-wet hair, gripping and pulling, urging him closer, trying to take control of the kiss. no matter how hard you tried though, you couldn't - luke had full control, and you weren't sure you were mad about that.

you suddenly broke away, the both of you breathless and panting hard, not looking away from each others eyes. your eyes raked over his features, and he looked so perfectly ruined. his hair was a tangled mess , his pupils were engorged, his lips were red, and his cheeks were flushed. you were sure you looked the same, feeling the own heat in your cheeks and thunder in your heart, wondering if he could hear it as well. you couldn't stop thinking about how much you wanted to ruin him all day - do something to make him stop looking so perfect all the time. looking at him now, you decided that it didn't matter, that no matter what you did to rough him up, he would still look angelic.

your lips were still inches apart as you observed each other, catching your breaths. you look back up into his eyes, and let out the only words you could manage.

"take me somewhere else."

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as luke opened the door to an empty cabin one, he quickly pulled you in, caging you against the entrance as he slammed it shut. his lips were instantly back on yours, one hand resting above your head and the other on your bare waist. the kiss was just as soul draining as the other, but a bit more slow and sensual. this one wasn't as desperate - it was like you were exploring each other, trying to figure the other out. your hands trailed down his toned chest and his abs, snaking around to grab his waist to pull him closer. you could feel the water dripping down your skin and onto the floor, and as luke removed his lips to attach onto the skin of your neck, you felt droplets from his raven hair run down your back. you shivered, your senses heightened, feeling hyperaware of every small sounds luke made, of every touch his hands left behind, of every noise you could hear - you could feel it all. it was electric.

lukes left little love bites around you neck and chest, pecking them with a surprising softness after he sucked to hard, almost as if he was apologizing for his roughness. his lips started to trail down past your bra, and his knees began to lower to the floor, his head tilted up to look directly into your eyes. your breath hitched, watching in awe and a sense of impatience as you waited for him to make his next move

kneeled in front of you, lukes hands had slid down from you hips to your waist, his fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your panties, each time causing you to release a shaky breath. his lips hovered over you clothed core, breathing directly onto your clit as you shivered, throwing you head back against the door.

"please," you ask, your so voice quiet, it was almost a whisper.

you look back down to see lukes response, and the intensity in his gaze made your breaths even more harbored than they already were.

"please?" luke repeated, his voice a low murmur, holding the smallest amount of teasing and mockery, pretending as if he didn't know what you were pleading for.

you nod eagerly. "please, luke. want it," you whine, your voice still quiet, almost as if you were a little ashamed at how easy you had given yourself to him.

luke let out a small, pleased smile. "well, since y'asked so nicely..." he remarks, as his finger loop under the sides of you panties and slide them down to your ankles.

you feel the cold air hit you at the wet bottoms were discarded, and you shivered, sliding them to the side. lukes eyes were no longer on yours, instead, they were on your pussy. it was shocking to see how hunger-filled his eyes were, looking like it took everything in him not to suck you dry, and curb his craving.

he looked back up at you, a small, teasing smile making its way onto his lips as he attached them onto your pussy. you let out a breathy gasp, throwing your head back as your hands instantaneously imbedded themselves into his hair. he threw one of your legs over his shoulder to get a deeper angle, and you could've sworn you saw stars. his lips sucked and licked your clit, inhaling up your juices whilst his fingers moved in and out of you hole, curling up into your sweet spot causing you to arch you back off the door and closer to his mouth. you had some idea that he was good (word got around easily at camp), but you had no idea he was this good, or that head could even be this good.

"luke," you whimpered, feeling yourself getting closer as you gripped his hair, pulling him off your pussy. "stop, s'too much." you voice, your tone needy and breathless.

he himself was breathless, panting hard with your juices dripping down his chin, his hair a tangled mess from your greedy fingers.

"want me t'stop?" he asks, his voice serious as a funeral.

you quickly shook your head. "n-no, no, just..." you bite your lip thinking up something, and your next solution was to pull him back in for a kiss, grabbing him by his shoulders. he seemed a bit surprised, but he certainly wasn't mad, cupping your cheeks as he returned the notion. you started to push him forward, leading him to the nearest bed and he got the memo, backing up against it until he sat down, you moving to straddle his waist.

you continued to kiss, everything about it feeling intoxicating. the feeling of your bare center against his clothed cock sent shockwaves into your core every time you moved against him. luke smirked against your lips, mumbling against them. "not too proud now, huh?" despite yourself, you smile, letting out a small laugh. "shut up," your murmur, pressing your self against him as he lowered his back against the mattress, you laying on top of him.

soon enough, his boxers and your bra were discarded, and luke had you on your back, one hand on your waist and another on his shaft, lining himself up against your entrance.

luckily, he keeps a condom in his pocket (bit of a red flag that he always had one on him, but you guessed it was better safe than sorry) and had slid it on, which you were grateful for. mainly because in your current state, you weren't sure if you would be able to say no if he didn't have one, and you'd let him fuck you raw, which would definitely be bad.

you look down, watching as his tip was right about to enter, and then you hear lukes voice, snapping you out of your trance.

"hey," his firm tone voices, "want you lookin' at me when i fuck you, understand?" he directs, and normally you wouldnt stand for being told what to do, especially by a man, but you were too desperate for him to fuck you, so you nodded eagerly, following his instructions.

when he finaly entered you, your eyes widen, lips opeening in pure euphoria. his own lips parted, leting out a small groan, and a string of curses. "fuck, your tight." he marvels, slowing moving further into you.

once his hips meet yours, he pulls all the way back out, and then back in, pulling a sharp moan out of you lips as your fingers grip the sheets below you.

he continues this process a few times, easing the both of you into adjusting to his sheer mass. eventually, luke begins to speed up, finding a steady and pleasurable pace for the both of you. your walls gripped his dick, and luke would swear he had never felt such pleasure. he could feel each clench, hear every crude squelch, and even still taste your wetness from before on his tongue. he never would've thought he'd be lucky enough to see you in this position, but he assumed he must've won the lottery today or been blessed by one of the gods, because in no world would you letting him do this would be reality.

luke grunted as he looked down to see your connection - your wetness on the silicone, the veins on his dick visible underneath, your pussy swallowing up his inches every time he pushed himself in - it was a sight to see.

he let out a breathy, disbelieving chuckle. "god, princess, what do you think your lil'boyfriend would have to say about this, huh?" he looks back to your face, to see your eyes scrunched up in pleasure and your lips dropped in awe, and it only spurred him on further.

"huh? bet he'd understand. even he knows hes not good enough for you," he chuckles darkly, quickening the pace of his thrust, the sound of your skin slapping together audible. "bet he could never make you feel this good, could he?"

you repeatedly shake your head, your words coming out all jumbled together. "no, never, only you, luke," you cry, moaning out as each thrust brings you closer to your high, your hands moving to scratch against his back, nails digging into his skin as pleasure overcomes you.

he didn't seem to mind the mild pain, in fact, it seemed to spur him on further. "s'that right, princess? only me?" you almost regretted your words, seeing how much it seemed to have grown his ego, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care all that much when he was making you feel so good.

you nod, whimpering as your cunt clenched around him, biting your lip to hold back any more sounds.

luke cursed under his breath, speeding up even more. "fuck, 'mclose, baby."

the use of the new nicknames brings you closer, more and more little whines leaving your lips. "same. please, luke."

"yeah? wanna cum all over my dick? gods, go ahead, babe, you can do it." he spurs you on, watching as your face twists with pleasure and your hips splutter, your eyes locked on his as your run over the edged.

you irises are glazed over with pleasure as you release around him, his hips continuing their assault as he chases his own high. your transfixed by the sight of him, not able to look away once he reaches his own high, releasing a low, guttural groan. he throws his head back as his movements slow, a lazy and satisfied smile taking over his features. you mimic his expression, quite pleased yourself with what just transpired.

"fuck me, princess" he lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling himself out of you as you giggle as well. he pulls of the condom and stands up, placing a surprisingly gentle kiss on your forehead.

you lay flat on the bed, eyes on the ceiling as your process what just happened. you just fucked luke, you worst enemy and...really enjoyed it, to say the least. and you also cheated on your boyfriend. you winced at the thought, deciding to deal with that factor later, and instead, try to figure how you now feel about luke. not surprisingly, your opinions on luke had changed drastically in the last hour. you had gotten to see a different side to him, one you hope you'd get to continue to see. but you were weirdly filled with insecurity, wondering if this was just a one and done for him. and then you were filled with even more confusion, wondering why that thought upset you.

your pulled from your spiraling when luke returns from the bathroom, a wet hand towel in his hands as he crawled onto the bed, wiping your fluids off your skin. the gentleness in which he approached it with was shocking, yet filled your stomach with a heavy fluttering. he tossed the rag to the side and looked up at you, a slight, mischievous smile on his face.

"that was fun, huh?"

[energonnaccinos]

Mini-Bang fic post tiiimeeee!!

Summary: Marissa is barred from work for the mundane reason of accruing too much unused holiday time, and Thundercracker offers the perfect way to help the time fly by: Take a road trip! Or an air trip, in this case. And sure, she might be devoted to her job, but touring the world and getting to hang out with her biggest, most metallic friend? Not something to miss out on. Bring on the sun, the fun, and the souvenir stickers! Category/Rating: Gen | Relationship: Marissa Faireborn & Thundercracker | Additional Tags: Road Trips, Comedy, Friendship, Vignette Collection, Slice of Life | Words: 11,178

Featuring the lovely art by @lemonomelette !

[astrobei]

a body in motion - chapter 2

“I– Will?”

Mike doesn’t know why he asked. He would know Will anywhere, even like this– the sunken-eyed corpse he had just watched them pull from the quarry bed. His red vest is still waterlogged, his hair matted to his face, skin still tinged with an undead sort of blue, but unmistakably, undoubtedly Will.

“Will?” Mike tries again, voice coming out shaky and uncertain. A dream, he thinks, curling his hands into fists, digging his nails into the tender meat of his palms. He doesn’t feel it at all. It’s a dream.

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Love & Liabilitieshave conquered my mid 😔🙏

“Considering the majority of the class barely passed, I thought you’d be pleased,” Agatha drawled out, fingers tapping indecipherable rhythms across the wood of her desk. “However, if you feel you deserve something higher, perhaps you could do some extra work.”

“I thought your syllabus said you don’t believe in extra credit because it enables freeloaders and procrastinators.”

Agatha lowly hummed, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as she shot you a salacious wink. “I never said what kind of extra work it would be, honey.”

-Love & Liabilities, Chapter 5 (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

[bonkobarnes]

ok so i think you've established their strap position preferences but is there a scenario where becca gets bent over?

my brain sounds like a jar of bees

- the first time it happens was all Becca’s doing and she didn’t realize until after that she had miscalculated

- her shirt was cropped and her jeans were low on her hips and all cam could focus on were the dimples in becca’s back

- becca would say it was an accident. That cam’s kitchen was tiny and really what was she to do

- cam is leaned back against the island when becca’s ass brushes against the front of her work pants, reaching for something in the cupboard

- Becca does it again, firmer this time

- Cam’s breaking point comes when Becca leans, just slightly, on the counter directly in front of cam, under the pretense of making the both of them a drink

- all cam can see are those stupid dimples in her back and the curve of her ass and space where denim gaps away from skin

- cam all but rushes forward, closes the already small gap, and presses into Becca

- Cam braces both arms on the counter engulfing Becca. Becca groans at the contact falls forward onto her elbows, and grinds against cam purposefully

- cam whispers in her ear, hot and wet and asks Becca what she’s doing

-“want you to fuck me like this. Been thinking about it all day.”

- Becca rolls her hips again and this time cam matches. Starts up a slow grind that is doing nothing but driving them insane

- cam tells Becca to stay there and drink her drink and disappears into the bedroom. Cam comes back looking the exact same except this time when she presses into Becca, Becca can feel the hardness of her strap thru Cam’s work pants

- as she wished Becca gets taken right there, bent over and fucked at a blistering pace with her forehead pressed against the cool countertop

- all that buildup and she cums embarrassingly fast

- Becca tries again, in the bedroom and cam presses between her shoulder blades and fucks her into the mattress. It ends the same, her cumming before cam even really gets started

- Becca realizes quickly she can’t last when cam takes her like that. Something about how unintentionally rough cam gets and the angle pressing inside her and she’s close to tears five minutes in

- so they never really talk about it but sometimes if cam has been edging her for a while and she’s so close but can’t quite get there cam will whisper in her ear I know you wanna cum, baby, do you need me to bend you over

[randyortonofficial]

title: build our kingdom pairing: randy orton/cody rhodes word count: 2759 important tags: fluff, humor description: It’s the biggest night of Cody Rhodes’ life, therefore, it’s the biggest night of Randy Orton’s life. Cody has always wanted to do this on his own, but when they both learned Cody was going to beat Roman Reigns at Wrestlemania for the title, Cody didn’t even think twice before telling Randy he had to be out there with him at the end to begin the celebration.

April 7th, 2024

It’s the biggest night of Cody Rhodes’ life, therefore, it’s the biggest night of Randy Orton’s life.

Cody has always wanted to be his own man. He didn’t want to live in anyone’s shadow, or be anyone’s understudy, and because of that, he and Randy don’t really share any screentime together. He doesn’t want people to think he got here solely because of his friendship, or now, relationship with him. It’s something Randy has always respected, and one of the reasons why Randy likes him so much to begin with - that burning desire to make a name for himself without anyone’s help.

But when they both learned Cody was going to beat Roman Reigns at Wrestlemania for the title, Cody didn’t even think twice before telling Randy he had to be out there with him at the end to begin the celebration.

Everyone in that arena is overcome with emotion for Cody, no matter who it is. Fans, commentary, even Samantha Irwin, the ring announcer, can not contain herself as she stammers through announcing the new undisputed champion.

And Randy Orton, a man infamous for displaying little emotion, is having a hard time containing himself also as he heads down the ramp and up the stairs to the ring to kneel down right beside his husband with a reassuring hand right on the back of his neck.

“You did it,” Randy manages to get out softly. “You made it, Cody.”

Cody looks up to Randy with the biggest, boyish smile as he clings tighter onto his hard earned world title. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

In front of everyone, they lean in to capture each other’s lips at the same time in a chaste display of affection before Cody drops his head against Randy’s chest. Randy wraps his arms around Cody tight and closes his eyes.

“Gonna make me cry, man,” he huffs a chuckle.

“Come on, I’m the crier between us,” Cody teases. “And the people aren’t prepared for Randy Orton’s tears of joy-”

“I give a fuck about you. Who cares about everyone else?”

Cody snorts as he pulls away to look into Randy’s glassy eyes. Despite his teasing, Cody finds himself tearing up more seeing the first tear drop down Randy’s cheek. He pouts a little as they both bring a hand up to wipe the tears away from each other, little chuckles shared at the fact that they’re crying together in front of millions and millions of people, before they take each other’s hands to stand up on their feet.

Randy sniffs and pats Cody’s chest, right above his Dream tattoo. “Go show off.”

With a prompt nod, Cody turns to head to the ref so he can be paraded around the ring with his new title. Randy stands at the ringposts and takes it all in, the electricity of the crowd and the infectious glee his husband displays as he holds up his title for all to see, as he looks around at all his adoring fans, as he looks up to the Wrestlemania sign before saying, “I did it, dad. I won.”

Randy has to shut his eyes tightly to try and hold back the tears that are trying to come through again.

Cody has been through so much to get to this point. He’s literally bled and sweat for this. This is all Cody has wanted, ever since he was a little boy, and no matter what, even when he left WWE to travel around the world in the indy scene and eventually create AEW, that was always his end goal - to main event Wrestlemania, become the world champion, and make his dad and their legacy proud.

Even if Dusty isn’t physically here, Randy can feel his spirit permeating over the ring. It’s kind of overwhelming how much he can feel him, moreso, how proud he is of his son.

When Cody looks back to Randy with tears rolling down his cheeks, Randy knows that Cody can feel it too.

  The ring soon fills up with all of their friends and family, from the likes of John Cena all the way to Alanna, all dressed in true American Nightmare branding for her stepfather. Randy has his whole life to spend with Cody, so he stays out to the side to let everyone give their congratulations and support, hugs and handshakes and what not, and he’s laughing with joy as Sami and Jey hoist Cody high up into the air.

Randy’s won a million world titles, but he’s never had a celebration quite like this. He’s never been on the cover of a WWE game, he’s not the face of WWE, he hasn’t won back-to-back Royal Rumbles, nor does he want any of that. Cody’s accomplishments are his own, and they are what set him apart from everyone else.

Cody said he always wanted to be like Randy, but he doesn’t anymore. Now, he can be like Cody.

John comes on over to pat Randy’s ass. “You did good, man.”

Randy huffs a fond breath through his nose and quirks a small grin. “He’s worked so hard,” he tells him. “We’ve been through so much, I…” He bites his lip and shakes his head. “This still doesn’t feel real.”

John shrugs. “Agree to disagree. Listen, if Cody could tame your wild ass and get you to like guys,” he raises a knowing eyebrow and smirks, “then winning the world title in the main event at Wrestlemania is a cake walk.”

Randy scoffs and pushes John away by the shoulder. As he gives Cody his attention again, he sees Sami smiling over at him and waving him over.

“Come on, dude!” Sami says. “Show him off to the world!”

Cody’s eyes widen as he looks back and forth between the two men. “Guys, no, no, no-”

Randy is laughing maniacally as he comes on over to hoist Cody up into the air with Sami. Cody, despite his protests, rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a fond grin as he rests a hand on Randy’s upper back. After some seconds, he looks down to Randy and Randy looks up to him in return.

In that moment, the entire world turns into a monochromatic blur.

They’re staring into each other’s blue eyes so thoughtfully. Their lives together flash by in seconds; from the first time they met, to their first kiss, to getting together, moving in, getting married, and everything in between.

Seventeen years, they’ve known each other.

Fourteen years, they’ve been together.

Ten years, they’ve been married.

This year, they’ve achieved everything they’ve set out to do, and best of all, they did it together.

Randy blinks slowly at Cody before his lips upturn into a proud, but loving smile, the most loving one he thinks he’s ever given Cody, and Cody thinks so too since Randy can see him trying hard to hold back his tears again.

  Cody’s hand comes up to hold the back of Randy’s head, fingers gently scratching against him. As his eyes travel over his husband’s face, he asks, “until the end of time?”

  “I know you’re the one for me,” Cody tells him. “I’ve always known that but - I swear, everyday, I get reminders of it. How… how perfect you are for me, how perfect we are for each other and…” He closes his eyes tightly. “I just can’t believe we’re here,” he whispers.

“It’s okay, Codes,” Randy whispers back. “I can’t either, but we are here. This is real, all of this is.” He threads his fingers through Cody’s hair to give a slight tug and Cody looks up into Randy’s eyes, only for a second, because Randy is pressing their lips together. It’s a few moments and then they’re properly looking into each other’s eyes again.

Randy’s smile sets Cody at ease once more.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Randy tells him. “Neither is any of this. You’re with me forever, Cody, and I’m going to take care of you and do everything for you until the end of time.”

Cody smiles, in the way Randy loves so dearly, with his eyes crinkling and Randy’s heart flipping upon the sight. Quietly to his new husband, Cody tells him, “until the end of time, Randy.”

  Randy nods solemnly. “Until the end of time, baby.”

Then, Cody is let down so they can celebrate in the ring all over again.

Randy runs his hands down his face before clasping his hands in front to help hide his expression. He averts his gaze from Cody to gather himself, and he swears if he leans in and squints, he can see Seth tightly hugging Roman at the end of the ramp and very tenderly carding his fingers through his hair.

Looks like they’re not the only ones to have an intimate moment together tonight.

Everyone begins to filter from the ring, one by one, until Cody is left standing in the middle with Randy on the outside.

With one final look to each other, they smile once more, and then suddenly, Cody is cheering loudly and spreading his arms wide out, gold title on display around his waist as the many, many fireworks shoot up into the sky. Interplays of color cast over the stadium, from red to yellow to blue, but the shade that stands out most of all is the elusive shade of Cody Rhodes.

They walk each other up the ramp, hand in loving hand. Cody continues to wave and play to the crowd, acknowledging every single person that even looks his way, but all Randy can do is look at Cody, look at his husband, and think of how far he’s come and how much he’s earned his spot.

It’ll always be him and Cody.

Then, now, and until the end of time.

  Once they make it backstage, away from any and all prying eyes, Randy feels completely comfortable again, and because of that, it leads way for him to let the tears freely roll down his cheeks. He has to hold a hand up over his face and press down hard, even squeezes hard at Cody’s hand, and Cody stops in his tracks to turn to Randy.

“What did we say, Randy?” Cody chuckles, but it doesn’t have much humor to it - rather, a tinge of concern. “I’m the crier-”

“Man, I’m just so fucking proud of you.” Randy drops his hand to look down into Cody’s eyes. “Nobody else deserves this more than you, and I - I’ve been fucking waiting for this moment forever, ever since Legacy, and now it’s here and…” He presses his lips tightly together and shrugs. “I dunno. I dunno how to deal with it-”

“You don’t know?” Cody scoffs and lets go of Randy’s hand to settle his own two hands over his title. “How do you think I feel? I…” He looks down to his title and lets out a shaky gasp. “I… I-I’m the world champion, Randy. I-I won. I won in the main event-”

“Of Wrestlemania,” they both finish together. They both can’t help but chuckle earnestly as they look back into each other’s eyes again.

Cody looks over Randy’s face again. His hands curl tightly into fists, as if to restrain himself, before shaking his head and bringing them up to hold Randy’s face in his hands.

“I wouldn’t be here today without you,” he reminds him. “I wouldn’t be who I am today without you, Randy. I talk a whole lot about how I wanted to get here by myself, with no help from anyone, how I wanted to be independent and get out from people’s shadows, and I did but I’d be beyond stupid to think I wouldn’t be here without you. You were so instrumental in my journey, from my growth not just in my career, but as a person. You taught me what matters, you showed me how to ground myself, how to prepare myself for the worst, you showed me the world, Randy…” Cody lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes as he presses his forehead to Randy’s.

“You showed me the world, and you gave me the world.”

Randy brings his hands up to hold onto Cody’s shoulders and takes a deep breath. “I love you, Cody,” he whispers into the sliver of space between them. “More than anything. You’ve come so far. You’ve dealt with so much fucking shit and you proved everyone wrong, proved them all wrong and I knew you were going to, I knew it-”

“You believed in me since day one,” Cody gasps. “You believed in me when no one else did, Randy. You always believed in me, even the times when I didn’t believe in myself. In my darkest hours, you were there. You were always there and that’s why I’m here.”

Randy’s not too good at words. Never has, never will, though being with Cody has strengthened his vocabulary considerably. He’s always expressed himself best through actions, so it makes sense to Cody when Randy surges forward then and there to claim his lips so passionately and tenderly.

All the things Randy wants to say to Cody is done with one powerful kiss, and it’s worth a thousand words, each single one waxing poetic of how strongly he feels for his husband and all he’s been through in his 38 years of living.

Their lips drag away from each other so slowly, and they steal one more kiss before pulling away enough to gaze into each other’s eyes-

  “Don’t think about it.”

Cody and Randy furrow their eyebrows and look over to see Hunter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Think about what?” Cody asks.

“I don’t care how long you guys have been waiting for this moment,” Hunter tells them. “It does not give you an excuse to have incredibly loud, rough sex all over the locker room.”

“Come on, man, it’s a special day!” Randy groans as he drops his hands from Cody’s shoulders. “And you know how special it is too!”

“Please, Hunter?” Cody widens his baby blue eyes ever so slightly at his boss. “You know how much I’ve been through to get here-”

Hunter sighs. “Look, nobody knows better than me-”

“And do you remember? When you were the one that wanted to have that kind of sex with me?”

Hunter huffs and shakes his head before quirking a grin. “Sure, I did until I realized how disgustingly in love you two were with each other…” Then, with squinted eyes, he presses his lips together. He looks back and forth between Cody and Randy, and Cody and Randy just look to each other wondering what the hell Hunter is thinking about before suddenly, Hunter is groaning out loud and flinging his hands in the air.

“Okay!” Hunter sighs and holds up a finger. “Just this once, I will not say a thing.”

Cody and Randy smile big and high five each other.

“Fuck yeah!” Randy gets down on one knee to prepare to lift up Cody. “Let’s-”

“Not now.” Hunter raises a pointed eyebrow before grabbing Cody’s wrist. He looks over to the new undisputed champion and pats his title. “You got media, kid, and a big press conference to do. You guys can defile the locker room later.”

Cody rolls his eyes and looks back to Randy. “Catch you after the press conference?”

“More like I’ll be catching you.” Randy winks and clicks his tongue. “Better be coming to me with spread arms and spread-”

“Keep that thought to yourself, Randy.” Hunter quickly ushers Cody away. “Alright, so…”

Randy chuckles before turning around to head into Cody’s locker room to do just that.

Cody’s moans carry through the concrete walls of the backstage area and into Hunter’s ears. At this point, Hunter is used to it, so he continues to casually stroll down the hallway until he sees an intern staring rather curiously at the wall.

“Hey, kid.” Hunter shoves his hands into his pockets. “Something wrong?”

“Do you hear that?” the intern asks. “What’s that noise?”

Hunter allows an almost fond smile to grace his lips. “Just a ghost, son,” he tells him after patting him on the shoulder. “Just a ghost.”

As the intern walks away, still with an aura of uncertainty, Hunter looks back to the source of the noise. With a shake of the head, he chuckles before continuing down the hall, and thusly, into the new era of WWE; helmed by Cody Rhodes.

[lesbijkas]

Chapter 3 of Together (Dead) Fake it Till You Make it

OR: Taakitz meet-cute gone wrong, gone sexual? (NO TENTACLES!!)

[ongreenergrasses]

okay hear me out but for the first kiss prompts: Nicky/Booker + '' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. ''

HEARD AND RECEIVED

It happens on a rainy day.

They’re watching football. It’s what they usually do when they’re bored and Booker is too lazy to engage in some sort of home improvement project in the safe house of the week. Nicky has politely joined him and Joe and is polishing his sword on the other end of the couch (he’s also bored out of his mind, Booker knows it) and Joe’s been sprawled on top of both of them, his head in Nicky’s lap and his feet in Booker’s. Booker half-assedly complained about it for about fifteen minutes, until the game got interesting, and then he could really complain, because Joe kicked him in the face out of excitement when Juventus scored.

Now Joe’s in the kitchen, banging around looking for food, and Nicky’s staring at him. Still polishing his sword.

You are so weird, Booker thinks. What actually comes out of his mouth is, “What are you staring at?” It sounds more accusatory than he means it to.

Nicky carefully sets the sword aside. Booker raises an eyebrow.

It happens so fast that Booker smashes his head into the arm of the couch. One second Nicky is still staring at him, so intently that Booker feels like a bug, and the next second he’s on top of him, giving Booker the worst kiss he’s ever had in his life. Their noses are pressed together, their teeth clacking. Booker reaches up with the intent to try and push him off, but ends up slinging an arm around his neck and tilting his head and things change after that, things go on a course from worst kiss in his life to one of the best.

Booker moves again to pull him closer, and then immediately realizes what he’s doing and shoves him off. Nicky just blinks at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

Nicky shrugs. “You kissed me first.”

Booker bursts out laughing. “I definitely didn’t.” He points at Nicky’s discarded sword. “You were all the way over there, and then you launched yourself at me - ”

“I did not launch myself at you - ”

“- and started kissing me for no reason at all - ”

“ - I had a very good reason, if you must know - ”

“And I - you what?” Booker stares at him. Nicky stares back, completely nonplussed. There’s no way anyone could tell what had happened, except for the way Nicky’s hair’s sticking up slightly in the back.

“I had a very good reason,” Nicky says, and then says nothing else.

Booker waits politely for what feels like five years, before he says “And?”

“And what?”

“Your reason?”

“Oh, that is for me to know.”

“You are so fucking weird,” Booker says, because he really can’t hold it back this time, and loops a hand around the back of Nicky’s neck to pull him down and kiss him again.

What the hell. He’ll roll with it.

first kiss prompts

[lesbiancolumbo]

did you guys know that every year you can nominate up to fifty films for the national film registry? now you do

per the website: "The Registry is intended to reflect American society and the rich tapestry of American cinema since its inceptions around 1890. To that end, we strongly encourage the nomination of the full-range of American film-making: not just Hollywood classics or other well-known works, but also silent era titles, documentaries, avant-garde, educational and industrial films, as well as films representing the vibrant unmatched diversity of American culture, both in terms of content and all those who created these snapshots of America society: directors, writers, actors and actresses, cinematographers, and other crafts."

[em1e]

i am actually so excited to post the next part of the life w the sano's bc i know it will make all of u hate me <3

[wormb0i]

@impishsensei asked : five times happy 😊

i.

After putting the chore off for days, it had eventually gotten to a point where it was impossible to ignore ; Yuuji almost felt as though the single, last cardboard box with his belongings was staring at him from the corner of his dorm, begging to be unpacked. The teenager glanced at it over the brim of his phone, laying on his bed and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok. 

He sighed, groaned in the way one would after being told to do something they know they are meant to do, slung his legs off his bed and got up to unpack the rest of his things. 

It wasn’t even a lot : a couple t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, more socks and boxers, a beige hoodie, some manga volumes and magazines, a pin up calendar from last year but he liked the posters in it, and a bunch of other random stuff. He didn’t own much, really, and this was all he had left to put away. 

The clothes were already folded, so he easily put all of that away. The hoodie he hanged in the rack with all his other ones, right next to his uniform, and the boy stopped for a moment when his eyes laid on the red hoodie of his uniform. 

Gojo-sensei had had it customised for him, and he hadn’t given it much thought after receiving it. But now as he looked at it, tucked away in his closet with all his other hoodies, Yuuji tilted his head to a side slightly as the cogs in his head began to turn. 

Over the past days in class, around the school and out on missions, he had started to realise how much his teacher saw, noticed, took away from everything. How much he cared, too, despite pretending not to. That much he knew since the beginning, of course, since he had basically spared him his life and helped him getting in and accustomed to, well, everything. But he had started to notice his care seep through other gestures. 

Like his uniform, now that he thought about it. 

Gojo-sensei had seen him wearing nothing but, and for a moment Yuuji thought, wondered, if perhaps that had been a way for his sensei to make sure he felt more comfortable, more familiar in this new life he was so harshly being plunged into. A uniform like something he usually wore and was comfortable in. 

Yuuji’s lips stretched into a smile, and he made a mental note to properly thank his teacher next time he saw him. 

ii.

It wasn’t lost on anyone how far behind Yuuji was from everybody else. Which was to an extent normal, given how everything had passed so fast and, in a blur, he was sentenced to death and pushed into this new world of exorcising curses and, well, the rest was history. 

He didn’t know all of the technicalities of sorcery, didn’t know how it all worked. He didn’t have a curse technique of his own, and didn’t really know how to fight and exorcise. He knew his classmates had a lot more practise than him, had been a part of this for way longer than he had, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all ; like he’d fall through that colossal gap between him and his friends.

And with the way Yuuji wore his heart on his sleeve toppled by the amount of trust he had for his sensei, it didn’t bother the boy being truthful when his teacher walked into the room and pointed out the rancid vibes. 

The conversation was deep, all the while Yuuji absentmindedly cuddled the sleepy cursed corpse in his arms. He felt lighter voicing his woes, and even more so when Gojo, the strongest of them all, placed his hand on his shoulder and he could feel the reassuring touch instead of an infinite space pushing against him.

After his shoulder got squeezed, his hair ruffled and his worries calmed, a warmth spread across Yuuji’s chest and the conversation took a much more light-hearted turn ; laughs were shared, and, even after getting punched in the face by the cursed corpse waking up from the sudden emotion emanating off the teenager, in that moment Yuuji truly felt like he could catch up.

iii.

« Why not ? It’s not like it’s actually about me, it’s just funny, » Yuuji tilted his head, not unlike a confused puppy. Wasn’t music all about evoking feelings on others ? And if his lyrics could make someone laugh, wouldn’t that be then a successful song ?

But Gojo-sensei wasn’t having any of it, saying he needed to make himself sound cool instead. 

« Talk about money and getting bitches, Yuuji. Even if you don’t, just like you didn’t actually poop without wiping. I hope… » A pause, and the taller man sighed. « Just sit back, listen and learn. »

Yuuji looked at his teacher expectantly, not knowing that when he was his age, he, too, tormented his friends with stupid bars. 

After a dramatic stretch of his muscles and a loud clearing of his throat, Gojo-sensei began :

« Coming down on the strip, liquor in the whip Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But everything that glitter ain't gold The grass ain't greener, I've been told She told me, "Boy you want your cake and eat it too?" I said "It's cake, that's what you're supposed to do?" »

Perplexed, Yuuji blinked a couple of times in silence before bursting out laughing. Those were some good lines, but that cake part really took the student by surprise. 

« What ? It’s good ! »

But the teenager kept laughing, and once he finally caught his breath, his voice came out as a squeak. 

« Eat the cake— »

« See ? That’s what I’m talking about. I’m not the best teacher for nothing ! »

But Yuuji couldn’t stop thinking about what else you’re supposed to do with a cake but eat it ? That was a great bar. He kept laughing until a little tear squeezed out his eye, and the thought struck him that he was very, very happy to have Gojo as his teacher. 

iv.

Sometimes it was easy to forget just how rich Gojo-sensei truly was. Maybe it was due to that association in his head that rich people were ultimately selfish, pretentious and distant, and his teacher was anything but. He was indulgent, fun and approachable. He always played along and was, at the same time, one of the most reliable figures Yuuji had ever had in his life. 

That was probably why he forgot about it, as well as the fact that the teenager really wasn’t into fashion or anything of the sorts, so he had absolutely no idea how expensive his teacher’s designer clothes were. Talk about pretentious ; Yuuji was simply clueless. 

What he did know all about, however, was kicks. Yuuji had mentioned plenty of times just how bad he wanted a pair of Air Jordan 1 since they were the closest to his real dream kicks : the original 1985 Chicago Jordans. At the same time, though, he was torn because as much as the new, ‘retro’ ones were the closest to the discontinued originals, he just didn’t love the colours they came in. He and Kugisaki had looked at the bids on the original ones, and Yuuji had resigned himself to the ‘retro’ ones. His friend, of course, had very kindly told him he had to resign to neither since he wouldn’t be able to afford even the cheap copies. And she was right, but a man could dream ! 

So, naturally, Yuuji’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets when he next opened Gojo-sensei’s gift for his birthday. He had been laughing with everyone as he opened his presents, but the sight of the original 1985 Chicago Jordans laid neatly in the box shocked him silent. He would recognise these shoes blind, in death, even. 

Slowly his grin returned to his face along with an excited scream when he remembered to breathe, and the boy looked between his gift and his teacher a couple of times before jumping onto his feet and throwing himself at the taller man. 

Genuinely Yuuji felt like the excitement was about to snap every muscle fiver in his body. He wrapped both legs and arms around his teacher like a koala, and scream thanked him over and over before turning around to yell at Kugisaki to stay away from his new shoes. 

v.

They were three versus one. Yuuji would argue they were, in fact, four versus one, but Fushiguro insisted his divine dog didn’t actually count as a player. A whole team of four three, and still they couldn’t manage to land a single point. 

On the other side of the net stood Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer — and apparently the biggest of cheaters when it came to playing volley ball at the beach —, with that shit-eating grin of his that was much more annoying than the sweat dripping into his eyes and making them burn. 

« You call yourselves my students like that ? » Their sensei teased, and even a blind man would have been able to tell he was grinning from the sound of it in his voice. 

« If you teleport one more time towards the ball—… » Yuuji heard Kugisaki start, but he didn’t hear the rest of it when he took a moment to wipe the sweat off his eyes with the back of his forearm, making it much worse from the sweat on his skin mixed up oily with the sun cream. 

« My eyes ! » he cried, squeezing them shut and folding over. 

A concerned snout pressed up against his leg before he felt a hand lightly touch his back to get his attention, and with his free one Fushiguro poured water from a bottle in his eyes, instructing him to be careful with a voice that was meant to reprimand him but was as concerned as the soft whimper of the dog licking his leg. 

In the distance Gojo-sensei’s outburst of laughter stopped abruptly after the distinctive sound of a coconut cracking open, or in this case, Kugisaki slamming the volleyball into their teacher’s head. 

After that, the rest of the day had been pretty uneventful. They had all gone together for dinner at a restaurant with a big terrace facing the beach, and went on one last stroll whilst Gojo talked to a supervisor before they headed back to Tokyo. 

Yuuji tried to capture the strokes of purple and crimson in the golden sky on his phone, bare feet sinking into the soft sand with every step. He turned around, snapped another photo of his friends a small distance ahead of him, silhouettes dark from the brightness of the flaming sky, and he saw them turn their heads his way at the same time he heard Gojo’s voice calling out for them. 

They hurried over back to the wooden deck and whilst they put they shoes back on to head back to the station, their teacher pulled out a box of ice lollies out of his bag. 

They all got one each, even Totality got a frosty lolli-pup, and walking together with sun kissed cheeks, new freckles across their noses and hearty laughs on their bellies, Yuuji felt very thankful to Gojo-sensei for having taken them along to the beach in his mission to Ishigaki. 

Later when he would slip into his bed, fresh from a shower and skin still hot from the sun, the teenager wouldn’t have been able to recall the last time he had so much fun with people he cared so deeply for. 

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Saying hey cause I just seen we're mutuals 🥹 and also to say I love your writing! I swear I read your Chaconne series in one sitting. The writing is fantastic and I think your character analysis of Agatha is spot on!

May I also humbly ask for a few sentences from your Mayor!Agatha wip? 🙏 And thank you for sharing your writings, I love reading them outside of my study time.

Hi!! First, thank you soooo much, that is so kind of you to say! I really appreciate it, and I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed Chaconne. Second, thank you truly for saying that regarding how I write Agatha!! We shall seee how that holds up with the show coming out, haha. Here's a little snippet from mayor!Agatha! <3

"You know, most journalists send over their questions beforehand," Agatha informed you, giving you an inscrutable glance as you nervously fumbled around. "I'm a very busy woman, despite what certain media outlets are spewing out."

"I apologize, Madam Mayor. I don't want to waste any of your time," you insisted, wondering why you thought this plan would work to begin with.

The mayor appeared pleased with your response, as she nodded, settling into her high-backed chair. "Well, I suppose not everyone can be Christiane Amanpour, hm?"

-the girl is mine (Mayor!Agatha au)

[supercantaloupe]

something something, don giovanni and leporello, fox and hare

[jwowwsboobs]

have decided im putting my jeans n sneakers on i am NOT falling up the stairs 4 the 11th time 2day !

[randyortonofficial]

title: market penetration (click here to be taken to the ao3 fic version) pairing: randy orton/cody rhodes word count: 2569 important tags: daddy kink, dirty talk, office sex description: Cody is incredibly bored during a virtual AEW meeting. Thankfully, Randy rudely interrupts (as is tradition) to save his husband and provide a much more fun alternative.

Cody has his forehead resting on his palm, fingers massaging through his hair, eyes closed, listening to various producers go over whether they think the show is getting too progressive. He wonders if they even understand how the world works outside of their little bubbles, and he’s been trying to end the meeting for like, 20 minutes at this point-

“WHAT’S UP, YOU SEXY BITCH? I MISSED YOU.”

Cody’s eyes immediately light up at the sound of his husband. Oh thank fuck.

He can’t even find it in himself to care that everyone on the call just heard Randy say what he did, his own face splitting into a grin at the silence after his words.

“Guys, we’re going to have to continue this conversation next week,” Cody tells them. “My uh, next appointment is here.”

He doesn’t even wait long enough for someone to reply before he’s hanging up. He gives Randy the widest smile he can.

“I haven’t been this happy to see you in awhile,” he says teasingly as his eyes roam over him, glad it’s a tight tee and loose sweats. “And I missed you too.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping yourself from me just so you can talk to people about taxes and synergy or whatever,” Randy teases before locking the door behind him.

That wide smile Cody has shifts into a smirk.

So that’s what they’re doing.

“I forget you’re all corporate sometimes,” Randy says. “Down to the suit.” He squints his eyes at Cody as he tries his best to look him over. “You know, i can’t check out your ass when you’re sitting down.”

You know, even when Randy is being an idiot, or annoying, or rude, or fucking anything, Cody adores him. He’ll frown and make the appropriate expressions and reprimands someone can, but he’s always smiling on the inside.

With an eye roll, he slowly stands up and sighs. “Ya know, one of us has to do all the boring shit to keep this company going,” he laments as he makes a show of stretching his arms out above his head while moving around the desk. “I know you get to go and have fun at yours, but over here, I gotta be the big boss.”

He turns to face his desk, back to Randy, leaning over like he’s checking one of the papers on the desk, pert ass pushing out. They both know it’s an excuse to show off his ass, point made explicit when he looks over his shoulder to raise a brow.

“This better, babe?”

Randy gives a low chuckle and rubs his hands together as he stalks towards him. “Lot better, baby boy,” he drawls.

The name cuts through him like a hot knife in butter, whole goddamn brain melting down to nothing.

“Come on,” Randy says, “you’re not having fun over here?” His eyes stay on Cody’s ass as he puts a hand on his hip, other gently rubbing a circle into his lower back. “Don’t like telling people what to do?”

Cody is unconsciously pushing back against Randy, wanting their bodies closer, and has to bite his lip when he feels Randy’s natural bulge against his ass. He’s trying to maintain any sense of rational thought but he needs less layers between them since, like, yesterday.

“I um,” he swallows before saying, in a low and rough voice, “I think I like to leave all the bossing around to you.”

Already, Randy’s hands are slipping around and up Cody’s front to hold onto his pecs, body lain over his back, and begins to mouth a trail of kisses along his shoulder and to his neck. “Can’t boss people around in your company. I uh, think that’s why we agreed I shouldn’t be there, right?” He gently bites at Cody’s earlobe and licks the pain better. “You’d give up so fast, wouldn’t you?” he whispers. “Let me fuck you in every single room backstage, just like old times.”

They fucked the night before and Cody may or may not have fingered himself while he was in the shower this morning - reliving the night - so at least Randy won’t have to work hard to get inside him today. He doesn’t feel like something drawn out or romantic, not in his office. No, just wants it hard and brutal, right here.

He’s whimpering, fingers digging into his desk, trying hard to coax Randy closer still using nothing but the power of thought. “Fuck, I’d let you,” he admits, though they both already knew that. “I’d let you take me wherever you want, let you fuck me however you want, I fucking love being your whore.”

He hasn’t pulled out the big guns yet, saving it just a little longer.

“Whenever I want, huh?” Randy’s tongue swipes out along his lips, tongue catching Cody’s ear, and his hands move down over the belt of Cody’s hands to start undoing from behind.

Cody’s head is going light and a little dizzy, not unlike how he feels after his third glass of champagne. He feels warm and floaty, willing to submit, willing to allow Randy to do with him what he wants.

“That’s the thing about being my whore, you don’t get a say in when or where.” He unravels the belt and wrings it in his hands before standing up straight and smacking Cody’s ass with it.

Hard.

Then one more time, because he knows Cody can take it, and Cody lets out a broken moan at the hard smack of leather against his ass.

It stings even through the layer of fabric, and he loves it.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you,” he murmurs. “Do you need to be reminded what a whore is?”

Cody is already nodding, along with what Randy is saying, before quickly changing it to a headshake. “N-No, I know how to be a good whore for you,” he says quickly, pressing back against as he leans further down on the desk, begging for more, anything. “I’ll be a good whore for you, daddy.”

The belt is tossed carelessly to the side before Randy undoes Cody’s suit pants the rest of the way. Cody’s brain stutters as Randy pulls down his pants and briefs, spreading his legs on instinct as far as possible, although with his pants still around his ankles, they don’t go all that far.

Not that he’s complaining. It’ll just make him all the tighter for Randy, and make Randy feel all the bigger.

Randy’s grabbing hard at Cody’s suit vest to maneuver him around to the longer edge of the desk before spanking him once more. “Act like a whore then,” he tells him firmly as he pulls down his sweats and boxers.

Cody’s brain stops when Randy’s bare cock presses to his ass.

He absently wonders if Randy remembers he has lube in his desk before realizing it’s not all that necessary. Maybe he wants it to hurt, even.

Randy is slamming his hands down besides Cody’s head and hovers over his back to whisper harshly against his ear, “beg like a whore.” He slaps the side of his face just to hear Cody whimper so beautifully. “Now. Don’t make daddy wait anymore.”

“Please, daddy,” he gets out, voice thin, pathetic, and desperate. “I need you inside me, daddy, need it so bad, wh-when I woke up without you this morning, I had to fill my hole up myself, needed something inside me, but it wasn’t enough, daddy, needed your cock, your come-” He cuts himself off with another whimper. “Please fuck me, daddy. Please.”

Being the face of AEW and running so much of the behind the scenes for AEW is so much fucking work and responsibility, and it’s only made him more desperately in need for times like these, where he can completely let go and forget any accountability to anything other than being a good hole for Randy to use.

He loves to just let go and be himself; the part of himself nobody else gets to see.

Even when he was with other people, even when he’d be a good boy for them, a good whore, it’s never been as honest, as submissive, as real, as it is with Randy.

“Aww, filled your hole all by yourself?” His hands are rubbing the back of Cody’s shoulders, though it’s more of a condescending manner. “No wonder you’re so pathetic now. You’re nothing if daddy isn’t filling up your sweet little hole everyday, huh?” As he keeps his hand going, his other hand reaches around the side to rummage through the drawer for the bottle of lube he knows Cody keeps in his desk. “You’re in luck though, baby boy.” Randy strokes the lube onto his cock to fully slather it on, and with a lubed hand steadying his cock, his clean hand goes up to maneuver both of Cody’s wrists together so he can hold them in one hand to pin them on the desk. “Daddy hasn’t been quite himself when he doesn’t fill you up either.”

With a familiar ease that comes from doing this for a tiny bit over a decade at this point, he pushes all of himself into Cody.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. ‘Take it, baby, be good for your daddy.”

Cody takes in a deep breath as Randy pushes in, eyes closing, jaw falling open with pleasure, and a low moan slipping from his lips. A shudder of pleasure races through him and leaves his skins raised with goosebumps, leaves his cock so hard it hurts a little.

“D-Daddy, fuck.” He shifts back, trying to take Randy even better. “So good, daddy, feel so good inside of me-”

“Yeah, just like being filled, huh? Doesn’t even matter if I fuck you,” Randy breathes out as he begins to move, not bothering with going slow because they both know that’s not what this is for. A sadistic grin is hanging off his lips now, nails curling hard into Cody’s wrists as he leans down to whisper into his ear, “I could just stay in you and not move an inch, and you’d still be so happy, wouldn’t you?”

Cody nods, but can’t resist the whine that sounds in his throat. “Feels so good being filled, daddy,” he get out, fingers hurting a little from how hard he’s gripping the desk. “Love having you inside me-” He cuts himself off with a soft moan. “Th-Think I could come just from this.”

“You’d come from anything I do to you.” He stands up straight again, nails letting off Cody’s wrists to grab onto his hips instead. “But I want you to come because I’m fucking the hell out of you.”

He’s fucking Cody the way Cody likes - fast, hard, making him feel every inch with every thrust. It’s Cody’s favorite thing and he feels so good like this, spread out as Randy takes everything his body has to offer.

Cody is only aware of the fact that he’s been making noises, words even, and he’s sure he’s been doing it for awhile.

“So good, daddy, feel so good in me - fuck - please, faster, daddy, need more, I need it, please.”

It’s not coherent, it never is when Randy’s fucking him. It’s always desperate, always so honest.

“Faster?” Randy huffs a chuckle and shakes his head. “Fucking greedy slut.” He moves a hand up and around to latch onto Cody’s throat and pull his head back, and Cody’s body bends to his will. “Don’t like the way daddy’s fucking you?” he growls. “Huh?” His fingers press into his throat. “This not enough?”

Cody manages a whine, long and low immediately. “I’m sorry, daddy,” his voice cracks and strains under the pressure of Randy’s strong fingers. “It is, I-I’m just so desperate, haven’t had you in me all day.” He’s whimpering and fucking himself back to meet Randy as best as he can. “Can’t help wanting it, it’s all I want, daddy, just want you to fuck me all the time.”

And there’s such a triumphant grin spread across Randy’s lips as he listens to Cody’s flurried apologies. He really is so precious.

Randy takes his hand off Cody’s throat to let his head drop back down. He runs his hand back through his hair in a pseudo soothing motion, though more to be condescending. His thrusts slow to a halt, and that has Cody gasping, has him wanting to beg again but he bites his lip to keep quiet. He knows he needs to listen, even if he’s struggling to concentrate.

“Baby boy, I had no idea,” he says so smoothly, before letting his voice lower to that threatening tone again. “Listen up, I call the shots. Not you. You don’t tell me what to do, alright? Now be good, don’t make daddy have to tell you again.”

He slams back into Cody, using all the strength he has to keep his thrusts brutal and unrelenting, and his hands are pressing down hard now at Cody’s shoulders to keep him grounded

“I’ll be good, I’ll be a good whore!” Cody cries. “I promise, daddy, I promise, I promise-”

His words fall from his mouth in the same flavor, thankful and hungry. All he can do is lie there and take it, let Randy use him like he always has and he’s never been happier.

Cody can be the most jacked guy in the world. He can be so successful, he can be at the absolute top of his career, but no matter what happens in his life and through all the changes, the core of him stays the same.

That’s the same boy, years ago, who had looked at Randy with stars in his eyes and longed to be fucked by him, forever and ever after.

Dreams really do come true.

Randy fills him with a long groan and it spurs Cody’s own orgasm, causing him to cry out again as he comes into his hand, other hand holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life. It’s only when Randy finally stills inside him that he can grant his poor hands, and his body too, for that matter, some much needed respite.

Cody is whimpering in the afterglow of it all. Randy’s sweaty torso presses down into his fine suit and his whimper grows at the uncomfortable knowledge his mind decides to present him.

“Randy,” Cody whines, “I just dry cleaned this suit.”

“I fucking - I gave you the best fucking sex of your life once again and this is how you repay me?”

Cody blinks a few times before sighing. “Thank you,” he mumbles. “It was super great or whatever.”

“And what am I?”

“My daddy?”

“Yeah, but what else?”

“I’m not stroking your ego, Randy.”

“You should after what we just did, that was hot shit.”

“You're so annoying,” Cody grunts and rolls his eyes. “You’re a sex god. Anything else?”

Randy grins and pulls himself up. “Nope.” He gives Cody’s ass a nice spank before quickly pulling out-

“Randy!!” Cody gasps as he instantly turns around to face Randy. He swats at his shoulder. “You can’t pull out like that, you know I-”

“Yeah, you hate it, but maybe if you didn’t complain about me wrecking your suit, I would’ve been more nice.” Randy clicks his tongue as he pulls his pants up. “Let me know when you’re done so we can head out of here.”

Cody huffs. “Fine.”

“I love you?”

“Uh huh. I love you too.”

Despite their bickering, Cody and Randy can’t help but to smile at each other before Randy leaves, because despite the bickering, Randy being a dick, and Cody being a bitch, they know there’s no one else in the world that would be more perfect for each other than them.

If Cody’s suit gets ruined by Randy once in awhile for some incredibly hot sex, that’s a relatively small price to pay.