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“Vox—Vox?!” Valentino growls softly and slams his fist against the wall, “Wake the fuck up you fucking asshole!”
Vox groans as his screen flickers on. He lets out a little tired breath, blinking up at Val.
“Un—fucking—believeable.” Val hisses at him and grabs his arm to drag him out of bed only for him to land on the floor when his legs don't catch up with him, “The only reason you got your stupid body back is to take care of our son while I work for the both of us and you can't even get up on time to do that.”
“Val—” Vox sighs, slowly grabbing at the mattress to pull himself up.
“You're so fucking pathetic—” Valentino throws his clothes onto his face, “Don't try to act all sorry for yourself now after you tried to kill all of us over that fucking deer?! You were going to kill our son Vox!”
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- Part 2 of Our Own Form of Redemption
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“Okay—is there something on me? What the fuck are you looking at?” He finally breaks in front of Velvette after weeks of this ridiculous behavior. It also doesn't help that he just felt like wearing something more casual today. A button down shirt with the first few buttons undone, suspenders and dress pants. What's wrong with that!
Why does everything he do have to be scrutinized by them!
Velvette simply lets the wrist holding her phone go limp, glancing up at his screen then back down to his—collar? Chest?
“...your tits are getting pretty fat, Vee.”
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“What the fuck does this mean?!”
She cocks her eyebrow at the screenshot then him.
Vox eventually realizes that he just flashed her a picture of him riding Valentino and his vents heat with his blush. He vooms in on what he's talking about specifically and glares at her again.
“It's a fertility blessing—or curse depending on who you ask,” she answers him plainly, “It’s ancient succubi magic. Usually used between hellborns and humans who are having a hard time conceiving."
“What is it doing on me!”
She huffs, “You tell me, kid.”
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- Part 1 of Our Own Form of Redemption
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“Damnit!” Valentino whines around the cigarette in his mouth. His lighter must've fallen out of his pocket. “Ugghhh—”
One of these fucks in here has to have one. Maybe he'll make daddy a little money too. Valentino leans around the entrance to survey his crowd.
It's late in a quiet old part of town. He'll be surprised if any of their dicks still work.
Valentino squeaks again before his eyes lock onto someone sitting at the bar. He watches an arc of electricity travel up the antennas on his boxy TV head.
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“Ugh, these fucking freaks! I knew it!” Valentino bites his lip while scrolling through Vox's hashtag, “How do you feel about making a movie, papito?”
“Absolutely not,” Vox leans up to look on with him.
‘VoxTek CEO debuts new look in annual lingerie collection. Sinners are losing their minds and loads!’
“See! What did I tell you, Voxxy?” Valentino grins at the blush growing across his screen.
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Vox's eyes widen slightly when a message from Velvette pops up on his hud. He projects it to a thin blue hologram in front of him and reads through it.
‘Be in my studio in the next thirty minutes and DO NOT forget to install your inhibitors. I will be checking.
Don’t piss us off on your first day.’
…Right.
Vox stares at the message a little longer before swiping it out of his face. His first day as their assistant.
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Valentino hums happily as he pulls the last of breakfast off the stove. Dressed in only a thong and apron, of course. Normally this would be a job he would order Kitty to do but, this morning is special. Val dusts powdered sugar over the French toast, adding the finishing touches of fruit and syrup.
Voxxy took the day off today!
Hell fucking froze over because Val didn't have to manipulate, argue, or force him to do it. The big bad CEO himself cancelled his own appearance tonight and told his little Voxtek employees he didn't want to be disturbed. For what reason? Fuck if he knew, all he cares about is willingly having Voxxy all to himself with no interruptions.
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“I don't usually stick around long enough to find out baby,” Val hums, blowing out another puff of ruby red smoke, “But I have plenty of souls you could've just asked if you've been this curious.”
“We're sinners, Val, I can never trust word of mouth. I need to know for certain myself,” Vox explains to also convince himself this is the only reason he's letting this happen. There's no guarantee that Valentino's saliva would even work on him. But he'd be a better salesman for his business partner if they knew the ins and outs of each other. Even if that meant getting a stomach full of aphrodisiac venom from another man for the night.
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The pup he saw sitting by the door on his way in tugs on his sleeve to stop him and ask, “Hey—you got a cigarette on you?”
The twenty something year old goes back to wrapping his arms around himself after he lets him go. His tail hanging low between his legs. Their warm breaths condense into puffs of white clouds in the air. The pup is in nothing but a white T-shirt two sizes too big for him and black basketball shorts. His haircut—well—its a mullet. A greasy frizzy one at that, uneven bangs and it just passed his shoulders. Maybe he cut it himself to keep it out of his eyes?
Seth doesn't know what to make of the pup but looking at him made his chest ache in a way. He's young and has a cute face. If he's really out on the streets for too long he'd be taken into a puppy mill no question. They'd eat him alive.
“I don't but,” he hesitates to make sure he really wants to do this, “Do you need a ride somewhere? It's gonna rain pretty hard tonight.”
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Morning service finally dwindles with a few closing remarks and for Dominik it couldn't have been fast enough (Lord forgive him.). He swallows thickly looking up at Father Rhodes on the podium. Warm morning light shines through every window of the church to cast the perfect almost angelic glow around him. Fractured colors from the stained glass murals reflect off of his pristine white robes and catch the rosary wrapped around his hand. His eyes glow bright blue with his love of the Lord and His teachings flow effortlessly through him.
Dominik’s heart pounds with passion just looking at him.
He wants to be him. He wants to feel as close to God as Cody does.
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- Part 16 of WWE Drabbles
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Cody held his laptop close to his side as he followed his new employer around in an extensive tour of his personal residence. A sprawling hundred acre property on an island off the east coast of Florida. The, admittedly, impressive estate even had its own bridge connecting it to the mainland and a yacht dock. Marble floors, expensive fixtures, abstract sculptures. He had to keep his composure at the blatant boasting about how much money his new boss made to keep up his extensive collection.
Collection of exotic animals.
Tigers, chimps, lions, sharks, even snow leopards. Most endangered or a rare variant.
They all seem to cower at the sight of the man simply passing by. Their enclosures were all just big enough and subpar at best. Anyone who might have seen this would’ve cocked an eyebrow at it and felt the need to contact the authorities.
Cody usually isn’t one for private ownership of wild animals either but this is an opportunity he couldn’t pass up.
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“Doesn't matter, Codes. Doctor’s orders unless you wanna end up like—what's that?”
Cody bristles at his sharp tone change, shoving his arm further behind his back, “Nothing.”
“Cody.”
He bites his lip and shifts his weight nervously under Randy's intense inspection from the bed. Gosh! He couldn't seriously be getting in trouble twice over the span of a minute! The hard stare and unamused attitude, of course, doesn't break and Cody is forced to slowly reveal the large piece of double chocolate cake from his back. “...A late-night snack.”
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- Part 15 of WWE Drabbles
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“Okay! Okay, I get it—” Roman grumbled before making his way to the bathroom, “Excuse me for telling my boyfriends how I feel—”
“Aww, come on! Don't be like that! I didn't say it was a bad thing.” Seth shouts at him from the main room.
He grunts, eyeing the vase of bright red roses and matching envelope sitting on the vanity. Roman grabs the envelope and opens it. Inside he pulls out a note with ‘happy anniversary’ written decoratively inside.
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- Part 14 of WWE Drabbles
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He lost his debut match in front of his own father.
One that he challenged Seth for himself.
His whole body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, the lights are too bright, Seth’s skin against his welted bruises and cuts sting across his chest. Dominik pants softly when the other man pushes off of him, adding a subtle drag of his gloved hand across his lower belly.
Dominik panics and wraps his arms around himself. Turning onto his side to shield his body from any more of his touches.
At least in front of his father. He couldn’t take the humiliation of that too.
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- Part 2 of Cofui's Kinktober Corner
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Dominik isn’t sure how this obsession started.
Why he keeps letting it happen. Why he keeps coming back. Maybe he does and he’s just saving himself from thinking too hard about what’s happening. How long it's been happening. What it all means.
Dominik leaned into Seth’s hand as he brushed it along his freshly shaven cheek. He sat properly in the chair Seth provided for him in his dimly lit hotel suite. Some old movie playing muted in the background. Seth had already showered with him, brushed and trimmed his hair to perfection, shaved his face, dressed him in clothes he bought just for him. It’s way past midnight as it usually is when this happens.
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- Part 1 of Cofui's Kinktober Corner
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The room went from dead silent to chanting with whispers and hushed voices. Appalled and confused faces.
Seth stares at him, looking him in the eyes for anything that could signal this is a joke. He's risking his royal reputation. Maybe even more than that for two people he saw for barely a second the night before. Yet there's not even the slightest tic in Roman's eyes. He looks back at him in a pleading way. Like he might shatter if they said no.
Seth hesitantly flicks his gaze over to Dean, and he meets him with the same distrustful expression. After everything they've just experienced—
What would Roman Reigns want with them?
(Prequel to Bleeding Ballad)
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- Part 1 of Bleeding Ballad Series
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Rebranding this as a WWE A/B/O drabble series mainly kink/NSFW focused!
Each chapter will be noted with their own ships and tags!
Chpt. 1: Tribal Heirs (Rheigns)
Chpt. 2: Accidental Discovery (Ambreigns)
Chpt. 3: Just Relax (Candy)
Chpt. 4: Movement (Ambrolleigns) **UPDATE**Series
- Part 9 of WWE Drabbles
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Rollins brushed a few of the papers aside and propped his ass on the table. Cody clenched his jaw, eyeing the way his trousers tightened around his thigh and ample behind before snapping his gaze anywhere but there.
Christ.
He is Seth's superior.
Rollins is his sergeant and he is his lieutenant.
If he wanted to keep it that way along with his job and rank they could be nothing more. He couldn’t risk losing that or his best friend.
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- Part 13 of WWE Drabbles
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“You hit me with a sledgehammer, remember?”
“How could I forget,” Cody grimaced slightly and flexed his surgically repaired pec as he rested his hand on his lower back.
Seth pecked his lips again before grabbing his other hand, “I've got a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmhh—” he nodded, bringing his palm to his lips, “I'll see you on your bus… After the post show.” He reminded him.
“Shit!”
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- Part 12 of WWE Drabbles
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Speaking of which, Seth's eyes landed on their victim. Platinum blonde fur shined underneath the moonlight filtering through the treetops. No wonder this one was shot. It was survival of the fittest and well this one didn’t fit in at all. He’s never seen such bright thick fur.
Seth tilted his head, stepping closer. Deep red blood drenched its torso, but it breathed.
He lifted his boot and nudged its ribcage with his heel. The wolf let out a weak growl and bared its teeth but didn’t do much else.
That’s no fun.
“Come on, you had big enough balls to make it this far and all it takes is one bullet to knock you out,” he taunted, bending down to its level, “They used to make your kind stronger than that. No wonder you were stupid enough to wander into territory that didn’t belong to you.”
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- Part 2 of Bleeding Ballad Series