#nightmare cody

[superkickme]

"This is our moment, and this is our time. I'm with him on this one."

[trulyhisnightmare]

His Nightmare | C.Rhodes

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Parings: Cody Rhodes x fiancé!reader

Summary: it’s Cody’s day off and you want him

Warnings: oral (f!receiving), fingering, dry riding, reader has a tattoo for Cody and he does for her, swearing, dirty talk, illusions to more smut.

Word count: 525

a/n: first imagine, was actually nervous about posting this but anything for the new champ.

Being engaged to a professional wrestler was an adventure every day. The days Cody wasn’t working were the days he still had to maintain his persona and start Instagram and twitter beef. “Cody.” You whine from the couch, scrolling through twitter and seeing Cody tweet for the tenth time in ten minutes. “What’s wrong?” He says, coming down in a dress shirt and sitting beside you. “You realize how rare days off are in wwe, right?” You ask, snuggling up to his side, running a finger up and down his chest. 

Cody nods in confusion, not really knowing what you’re getting at. “It’s your day off and you’re more on your phone than you are on me.” You clarify. “I just wanna feel the American nightmare.” You whine into his ear, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Jesus, love, have you been this needy all day?” He taunts, leaning further back into the couch. You swing a leg over his lap and fully straddle him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

You pushed apart the opening of his shirt seeing the tattoo of “𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇ℯ.” It replicated yours, however yours said “𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇ℯ.” The memory of getting the tattoos together makes your heart race. Your finger traced along the cursive ink in his chest while placing kisses along his neck and his hands running up and down your back, pulling you further into him, practically placing you on his bulge. 

Cody bunched up the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra, letting your tits feel the coolness of the room causing your nipples to harden. “Fuck baby. All this for me.” Cody says, grazing his thumbs over your nipples. You arch into his body, your breathing uneven all into his ear. “Cody please. More.” You beg, letting out a low moan as he attaches his lips around your nipple while his hand plays with the other. 

You pulled off Cody’s button up, wrapping your arms around his biceps as you arched forward. Cody let his hand wander down your stomach to the entrance of your pant line. You gasp at Cody, cold fingers tracing your fold. “That’s it baby, just relax.” Cody flipped the two of you, allowing your back to hit the couch, making Cody on top, peeling your panties off. 

Cody's hands rubbed against your thighs, back to your clit. He slowly rubbed it over with his thumb while placing wet kisses along your neck. He trails his mouth along your body, inserting a finger ever so slowly, finally allowing you to feel undeniable pleasure. His tongue circles your clit, creating endless figure eights. Your thighs try to clamp around his head, but he uses his hands to keep them apart.

 “Cody, please. I need you.” You whimper thrashing in his hold. You let out an anguish cry of pleasure as Cody caught your orgasm on his finger. You perch up on your elbows as Cody gets off the couch. “You better make it to our bedroom before I do.” He says giving you a smirk making you blush, biting your lips slightly as you rushed to the bedroom. 

[ellswritings]

Fight Me

Cody Rhodes x Reader

TW: Blatant violence (wrestling), mentions of Cody’s injury, reader and Cody are jerks, mature language, lots of tension.

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Being an upcoming star in the World Wrestling Entertainment company was no easy feat, especially in the women’s division. Y/N L/N, or better known to the audiences as S/N, was hand-picked by CM Punk about a year or so ago to further her career.

He saw a lot of potential in her. Naturally charismatic, confident to a fault, a damn good wrestler, and not to mention, pretty easy on the eyes. She had all the makings of a legend, and he’d be sure to keep her on the right path to success.

Y/N knew that Phil had seen the ugly sides of the business and could navigate through it. She trusted him, despite the controversies that plagued his name. When she found out he was interested in mentoring her, she jumped at the opportunity without thinking twice about it.

Their partnership was absolutely perfect. He practically became her best friend in a matter of months. Not to mention, she had become a fan favorite thanks to his coaching. She’s made a lot of progress in an extremely short amount of time. She’s already taken on big names like Alexa Bliss and Liv Morgan, winning both of those matches. With the way things are going, she’ll be heading to Wrestlemania in no time.

She enjoyed playing her character when she got the chance to. Cocky, flirty, and not afraid to play a little dirty. But backstage, Y/N could not have been more different. Of course, she still has that natural charm, but she’s nowhere near as big-headed as her alter ego.

That’s why she became close with Joe and the rest of the Bloodline. They all found her behavior rather endearing. She was a breath of fresh air and quickly became like a little sister to their family. She wasn’t necessarily a member of the Tribal Chief’s table, a decision she made on her own, but she did always have their protection.

When Roman/Joe offered her a seat at the table, she did consider accepting the offer, but she wanted to start her career off with her hard work. She didn’t want to take the easy way by using the Bloodline’s status to get popular. Thankfully, Punk supported her decision and even commended her for her determination to make a name for herself.

She didn’t really have any issues with anyone in the company. She got on well with pretty much everyone, and even if she didn’t talk to someone, she still kept things cordial. There’s really only one person who seemed to always rub her the wrong way.

Cody Rhodes.

The American Nightmare had a way of pushing all of the wrong buttons. It all started the night of her third match on SmackDown. She had just beaten Nia Jax and was on an absolute high after that victory. As a part of her storyline, she accompanied the Bloodline to watch Roman fight in one of his matches. Of course, the Tribal Chief emerged victorious, but not before Cody’s music echoed throughout the arena, ruining the moment.

This moment is what sparked one of the biggest feuds in WWE history. And no, not between Roman and Cody, but between he and Y/N. She didn’t know why his confident, ‘better than thou’ demeanor bothered her so much, but it did. The way he walked out in his suit, pocket watch chain dangling from his pocket, it angered her to no end. He walked around with his head held high, nose stuck in the air, and all she wanted to do was spear him to the ground without thinking twice.

The moment he opened his mouth, it made her blood boil. Roman barely got one word in even though Cody originally came out there to taunt him. He and S/N ended up having more of a verbal beat down than anything.

Punk loved the idea of her feuding with Cody, but that’s simply because he didn’t like the American Nightmare either. Originally, everyone thought it was just a character feud. Just the two of them going at it in the ring, but it ended up transferring to their backstage lives too. No matter what capacity they were in, they always found ways to undermine or anger each other.

One particularly bad time was when Y/N was in the middle of an interview with a rather forward reporter. He wasn’t shy about expressing what he thought about Y/N and how she looked in the ring. She remained in character, but she wouldn’t deny that it made her rather uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I really love your costume. Whoever decided to put you in that knew exactly what they were doing to the audience,” the random man’s eyes briefly rake up and down her form. It’s not an obvious invasion of her privacy, but she caught on.

She keeps her feet planted firmly, her confident smirk never wavering despite the chill creeping up her spine. “What I wear isn’t a costume. And it’s most certainly not for viewing pleasure,” she replies smoothly. “What I wear is a message to my opponent that I’m going to completely obliterate their career and look absolutely fantastic doing it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

A small scoff and mocking laugh causes the camera to turn in the direction of the person who did it. Y/N stiffens, her eyes narrowing menacingly as Cody Rhodes appears seemingly from out of thin air, his signature smirk plastered on his face. She doesn’t understand how anyone can look at him and find him appealing. The terrible dye job, the very obvious fact he uses whitening strips, the way his clothes cling too tightly to his body. Even the way his piercing blue eyes silently judge her every move, it’s infuriating.

“Really, Y/N? ‘Cause from an outsider's perspective it looks a little more like a cry for attention.”

His cool tone is like taking a bucket of ice water to the face. Normally, she would be able to snap back at his retort with no hesitation, but after being ogled by this interviewer, she felt off her game. She didn’t know if Cody had heard anything the interviewer was saying, but it didn’t matter. He was trying to embarrass her in a moment that was meant to further her career.

“I didn’t realize you cared about what I wore so much Rhodes,” she says in a mocking tone. Her face remains impassive, but she can already see the field day the reporter next to her is having with the sudden tension in the room.

Cody scoffed, tilting his head at her with that insufferable smirk. “Oh, I don’t give a damn what you wear, sweetheart. I just think it’s funny how you act like you’re so above it all, but half your fanbase is too busy staring to even notice if you can actually wrestle.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened. It was always like this with him—always some backhanded insult wrapped up in that cocky little smirk of his. She opened her mouth to snap back, but before she could, the interviewer let out an obnoxious chuckle.

“He’s not wrong,” the man said, his gaze dragging over her like she wasn’t standing right there. “Not that I’m complaining. I mean, the entrances alone are worth the watch, but, uh… the wrestling’s a nice bonus, I guess.”

Y/N felt her stomach twist. She’d dealt with this kind of thing before, plenty of times. It came with the territory. But something about the way this guy said it—so casual, like she was just some side attraction, like she was there for his entertainment—made her skin crawl.

Cody, for once, was quiet. Then, after a beat, he let out a sharp laugh and shook his head. “Wow. That’s cute,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You do realize she could break your nose in under five seconds, right?”

The interviewer blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Hey, I’m just saying what the fans are thinking—”

Cody turned to him with a flat, unimpressed stare. “Nah, you’re saying what you’re thinking. And maybe if you’d spent less time running your mouth and more time watching the actual matches, you wouldn’t sound like such an idiot.”

Y/N stiffened, her hands clenched at her sides. Cody wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean she wanted him stepping in for her. And she definitely didn’t want him making her look like she needed defending.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh, so now you’re my knight in shining armor? That’s rich.”

Cody turned to her, and that smirk was back—only this time, it had a sharper edge to it. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, princess. I don’t give a damn about your honor. But if anyone’s gonna put you in your place, it’s gonna be me. Not some bottom-feeder looking for a headline.”

Y/N felt her face heat up—partly from anger, partly from something else she didn’t want to name. She should’ve fired back. She should’ve ripped into him like she always did. But for some reason, the words caught in her throat.

And Cody noticed.

His smirk deepened, and he took half a step closer, lowering his voice just enough that only she could hear. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?”

That did it.

Y/N turned on her heel and stormed off, shoving past crew members on her way to her trailer. She didn’t stop until she was inside, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.

She needed space. She needed to breathe. Because for the first time since she’d met Cody Rhodes, she hadn’t had a comeback. And that pissed her off more than anything.

After that, she made it her mission to always have an insult for him in her arsenal. She hated feeling that vulnerable, especially around him. So when the opportunity to embarrass him as much as she could arose, she took it. He and Kevin Owens had been in the middle of a rather intense showdown in the ring, throwing more verbal insults around than anything. All of a sudden, her entrance music plays and she smoothly slides into the ring with a cocky smile on her face.

Both of them were rather confused, but to Kevin’s delight, Y/N challenged Cody to a mixed tag team match. He couldn’t deny her in front of the millions of people watching, it wouldn’t have looked good for their rivalry, or his image. So he of course accepted.

Which is what led them to where they are now.

“You got this, kid,” Punk mutters to her as he rubs her shoulders, pumping her up before she makes her entrance. Kevin is already out there with Cody and Bianca Belair, who the latter chose as his partner. It surprised a lot of people as the two of them haven’t really interacted much, but Cody’s always been one to respect hard work and dedication. Bianca embodies both. The fans went crazy when they found out how intense this match was going to be. Four big names going head to head. They tried to sell it as part of Cody and Kevin’s feud, but everyone knew who this fight was really between.

“I wanna rip his face off,” she grumbles lowly, waiting for her music to start as her cue.

“Well, as much as I would love to watch that, you can’t,” Punk pats her back softly. “You’ve gotta fight Bianca. But hey, if you win, you technically still beat him. So you got that to look forward to.”

As the first notes of her entrance music hit, the energy in the arena shifted. The roar of the crowd was deafening, the bass thumping through the speakers and rattling the very foundation of the building. The lights dimmed to a deep red glow, casting long shadows across the stage as smoke billowed from the floor. The LED screens flickered to life, displaying her signature logo—S/N—a name that sent a thrill of anticipation through the audience and a chill down the spine of her opponents.

Then, she stepped out.

Y/N L/N—**S/N, the woman who never backed down from a fight, the woman who never let anyone, especially Cody Rhodes, get the last word—**stood at the top of the ramp, her silhouette cutting through the haze like a warrior stepping onto the battlefield. One hand rested on her hip, the other lazily dragging across her lips, as if wiping off a kiss she never wanted.

Her signature smirk tugged at her lips, but her eyes held something sharper, something dangerous. The camera zoomed in, capturing the slow flick of her tongue over her bottom lip, a silent promise of chaos. She scanned the ring, her gaze locking onto him.

Cody Rhodes.

His arms were crossed over his chest, his jaw set, but she caught the way his fingers twitched at his sides. He was watching her. Good. He should.

With the confidence of someone who owned every inch of this stage, she began her descent down the ramp. The crowd reached out for her, their cheers swelling as she passed. Her black and red gear shimmered under the spotlights, her knee-high boots clicking against the metal as she moved like a storm rolling in.

Kevin Owens leaned against the ropes, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he watched her approach. Bianca Belair shifted in the corner, sizing her up, but neither of them mattered right now. Not yet.

As she reached ringside, she placed one knee on the apron before turning her head to the side, casting one last slow, deliberate smirk at the crowd. Then, with effortless grace, she slid between the ropes, standing tall in the center of the ring.

And she made a beeline straight for Cody.

The moment she stepped up, the air between them crackled. She tilted her head slightly, studying him, lips curving into something both mocking and enticing.

“Miss me?” she asked, voice dripping with condescension.

Cody exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Like a damn headache,” he muttered.

She chuckled, reaching up to tap her chin. “Funny. I was gonna say the same about you.”

Cody took a step closer, refusing to be the one to back down. “You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he taunted, tilting his head. “Last time you got in my way, you didn’t exactly walk away unscathed.”

Y/N let out a low hum, as if considering. Then, in a flash, she flicked her fingers out and booped him on the nose.

Cody blinked. The crowd erupted.

She grinned, leaning in just enough for only him to hear. “The difference between you and me, Rhodes? You think you’re untouchable. I already know I am.”

His jaw ticked.

“Hope you stretched,” she added, patting his cheek lightly before stepping back and rolling her shoulders, eyes flicking toward Bianca. “Wouldn’t want you pulling something when I drop you on your ass.”

Cody scoffed, shaking his head with a grin that was all irritation. “You talk a big game, but let’s see if you can back it up.”

Y/N only winked. This was going to be fun.

Bianca and Y/N were the ones starting the match off. They stood in their respective corners, the two of them mentally preparing for the grueling fight ahead. The bell finally rang, and Bianca wasted no time, lunging at Y/N with a burst of power.

Y/N ducked under the first swing, pivoting swiftly to land a stiff kick to Bianca’s ribs. The EST staggered but quickly recovered, flipping herself back up to her feet with effortless grace.

The two women circled each other, the crowd electric as they exchanged blow for blow. Bianca went for a clothesline—Y/N rolled under her arm, popping up behind her with a brutal dropkick that sent Bianca sprawling.

But Bianca wasn’t one to stay down. She kipped up effortlessly, catching Y/N off guard as she launched into a spine-rattling spear.

The impact knocked the wind out of her, and Bianca wasted no time, hoisting Y/N up for a vertical suplex. She held her there—just a little longer than necessary, letting the blood rush to Y/N’s head before slamming her onto the mat.

The crowd roared as Bianca went for the cover—

One!

Two!

Kickout!

Y/N threw her shoulder up at the last second, earning a frustrated groan from Bianca.

Rolling to her feet, Y/N shook off the pain before smirking at the EST. “That all you got?”

Bianca didn’t hesitate. She charged again, but this time, Y/N was ready. She dodged, catching Bianca’s arm and twisting her into a brutal DDT.

The crowd exploded.

Y/N glanced toward Kevin, debating the tag—but before she could move, Bianca was already rolling toward Cody.

Tag!

Cody stormed in, and Kevin, seeing no other option, slapped Y/N’s hand—

Tag!

Now it was Cody and Kevin’s turn.

The two men wasted no time trading blows. Cody came in hot, ducking a punch and catching Kevin with a snap powerslam that shook the ring.

Kevin countered, using his sheer strength to muscle Cody into the corner, delivering stiff forearm shots to his jaw.

Cody, never one to back down, fought his way out, hitting a disaster kick that sent Kevin sprawling.

The match raged on. Near falls. Reversals. Momentum shifting back and forth.

And all the while—Y/N and Cody never stopped glaring at each other.

Every time Y/N stood on the apron, Cody would glance at her, eyes sharp with irritation. Every time she smirked, he clenched his jaw just a little tighter. When she reached out for a tag, he stepped just out of reach, forcing Bianca to pull him back into focus.

It was personal.

And then, the moment of truth.

Cody had Kevin where he wanted him. He hooked his arm, twisting into Cross Rhodes—

But Kevin reached out.

Slap!

Tag!

Y/N launched herself into the ring.

Bianca barely had time to react before Y/N cracked her with a brutal enzuigiri.

Without missing a beat, she climbed the ropes, steadying herself before launching into the air—

Diving Corkscrew Stunner.

The crowd lost their minds at the brutality. She didn’t even give Bianca time to catch her breath before completely driving her into the ground. Y/N grins up at the camera cockily, pretending to glance down at an imaginary watch as the ref begins to count.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rang.

Y/N and Kevin had won.

Cody, still standing on the apron, looked furious. He didn’t even see how close Y/N was for Kevin to tag her in. It all happened so quickly. One minute he had the match in his grasp, the ultimate bragging right, and then it was snatched away from him by the smug woman in the center of the ring.

Y/N pushed herself up, breathing hard, her smirk returning as the ref raised her hand in victory. She turned to Cody, her eyes glinting with pure satisfaction.

She tossed him a mocking salute, a subtle jab at his stage name.

And then, with a wicked grin—

“Kiss my ass, Rhodes,” she says. But the crowd is too loud to hear her vulgar words. Only he and those standing close enough to them heard it.

The camera caught the sharp tick of his jaw as she spun on her heel, reveling in her victory.

The celebration backstage was nothing short of wild. As soon as Y/N steps backstage, she’s enveloped by loud cheers and is launched in the air by the Uso’s, setting her up on their shoulders. A loud laugh escapes her lips as they chant her name and offer congratulatory slaps on the back. Phil makes his way over to her as well, giving her a proud hug before getting out of the way. Even Joe, who usually tries to stay in his Roman headspace backstage, broke for a second to tell her how proud he was of her for how well she did.

It felt good. Seeing all the people she made proud. Hearing the crowd screaming her name. She could even hear Joe Tessitore’s voice ringing in her head as he practically screamed about her perfect form. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine even as she made her way to her trailer to get changed and wind down for the night, knowing she didn’t have to be on camera until the next morning for her victory interview.

A relieved sigh escapes her lips when she pulls off her heeled boos and finally gets herself into a pair of sweats and a sports bra. She flops down onto he small couch in the little living space, taking a sip of water before letting her body accept the exhaustion it had been working so hard to fight off. Her eyes drift to a close, planning on napping until the show is over, where her friends will no doubt be dragging her out to a bar after to go celebrate.

Planning. The key word was planning.

Two rather loud knocks sound at her door, making a small groan escape her lips. She truly did not want to get up. But she figured it was probably Phil wanting to do a recap of the fight, give her pointers on her form and things of that nature. He didn’t get the chance earlier due to the number of people swarming her. Unfortunately for Y/N, it was not Punk standing at her door.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She says snappily.

Cody Rhodes is standing in front of her, his face accompanied by a look that the Bloodline would call ‘mean mugging.’ There’s a small bruise already forming on his left cheekbone from where Kevin punched him in the middle of their match, a few cuts here and there, a small abrasion on his elbow, but otherwise he seems unscathed. Well, physically. His ego is a completely different story.

He doesn’t say anything, his eyes trained on her the whole time. She can see the wheels turning behind his eyes, like he wants to say something but he can’t figure out what. He is angry though, she knows that much. His pretty blue eyes have never been colder.

“Hello?” She waves her hand in front of his face, irritated by his silence. “Did Kevin rattle around your last living brain cell a little too much, Rhodes? I asked you a question. Why the hell are you here?” She sasses, silently hoping to get out of the doorway soon. The crisp night air is making goosebumps break out on her exposed skin.

Cody doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just keeps staring at her like she’s the reason his whole night went to hell. And maybe she is.

Y/N huffs, rolling her eyes. “Seriously, if you’re just gonna stand there and glare at me all night, then go do it somewhere else. I’ve got better things to do than watch you brood on my doorstep.”

She turns to shut the door, but Cody’s hand shoots out, slapping against it before she can close it on him. She barely has time to register what’s happening before he’s pushing inside, slamming the door behind him.

Y/N whirls on him, arms crossing tightly over her chest. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Who the hell do you think you are barging in here like you own the damn place?”

“Who the hell do I think I am?” Cody scoffs, stepping closer, his broad shoulders nearly filling the small space of her trailer. “I think I’m the guy who just got screwed out of a win because you and Kevin pulled your little last-minute tag stunt. I think I’m the guy who’s been dealing with your insufferable antics for months, and I’m damn sick of it.”

“Oh, you’re sick of me?” Y/N lets out a bitter laugh, tilting her head. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who’s been throwing a tantrum about me since the day I stepped into this company. You’re just mad because I don’t bow down and worship the ‘American Nightmare’ like everybody else does.”

Cody steps closer, eyes blazing. “Mad? You think I’m mad? No, sweetheart. I’m pissed. I’m pissed that every time I get in the ring, you make it your personal mission to humiliate me. I’m pissed that you’re constantly running your mouth, getting under my skin, and making everything more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Oh, I’m making things difficult?” Y/N snaps back, stepping up to him, refusing to back down. “Remind me, Cody—who was the one who stole my ring gear before my match last month so I had to wrestle in joggers? Who was the one who had my entrance theme switched out for some god-awful country song in front of a live crowd? Who spent weeks spreading rumors about how I ‘couldn’t handle the pressure’ just to try and shake me?”

Cody smirks, though it’s anything but friendly. “You mean the same person you locked in a supply closet before his main event? The same person you bribed catering to ‘accidentally’ serve extra spicy wings right before a promo? The same guy whose rental car mysteriously ended up with four slashed tires the night before a big match?”

Y/N’s lips twitch, but she fights the urge to smile. “That was a real shame. Wonder how that happened.”

Cody lets out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. “You drive me insane.”

“Well, right back at you, Rhodes.”

His eyes are still burning with anger, but there’s something else now—something simmering beneath the surface that Y/N can’t quite place. It makes her breath hitch, just slightly, but she covers it quickly.

Cody shakes his head, voice quieter but no less intense. “You know what the worst part is?”

Y/N raises an unimpressed brow. “Oh, please. Enlighten me.”

He exhales sharply, jaw clenching. “That no matter how much you piss me off, no matter how much I should hate you—I can’t stop looking at you.”

Y/N stills.

It’s the way he says it. Low, almost begrudging, like the words taste bitter in his mouth. Like he doesn’t want to admit them, but they’re forcing their way out anyway.

She blinks, momentarily thrown off her game. “What?”

Cody’s lips press into a thin line, but his eyes betray him. There’s heat there, undeniable and crackling in the air between them. “You heard me.”

Y/N opens her mouth, then closes it again. Because what the hell is she supposed to say to that?

Her hesitation lasts only a second before her defenses kick back in. She narrows her eyes, pointing a sharp finger at his chest. “You think you can just stand there and say something like that after everything we’ve done to each other? After all the shit we’ve put each other through?”

Cody steps in closer, the space between them nearly nonexistent. “Oh, don’t act like this is one-sided. I see the way you look at me. The way you find excuses to be in my business. You hate me, huh? Then why the hell do you care so much about what I do?”

Y/N lets out a short, incredulous laugh. “Grow the fuck up, Cody. You are so full of yourself.”

Cody’s smirk returns, cocky and insufferable. “Maybe. But I’m also right.”

Y/N doesn’t even have time to argue before he’s kissing her.

It’s rough, heated, and everything it shouldn’t be. She doesn’t think—just reacts, grabbing his shirt and yanking him closer as she kisses him back just as fiercely.

For months, all they’ve done is fight, push each other to their limits, tear each other down just to build themselves back up. They thought it was rivalry. Thought it was hatred. But this? This feels dangerously close to something else entirely.

Cody’s hands grip her waist, pulling her flush against him, and Y/N thinks she might lose her mind.

She pulls back just enough to catch her breath, lips swollen and chest heaving. She smacks his chest, but it doesn’t hold as much weight as it normally would, “I still hate you,” she whispers breathily.

Cody smirks, running his thumb over her jaw. “No, you don’t.”

And then he’s kissing her again, and this time, she doesn’t stop him.

[greengoblinswifey]

You need Cody right after a match.

a/n— My first Cody blurb, I need him so bad, had to whip this up rq.

Your boyfriend Cody, spent the entire day rehearsing his match and promos. You stood at ringside, watching on as his muscles flexed each time he moved. He was so fucking hot, and you couldn’t help but admire him. You needed him, but was in his element, you couldn’t distract him.

By the time Raw had began airing, he was out cutting a promo, the fans just as wild as you. Except, something else was wild for him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you watched him pace in the ring, his neck tattoo you craved to lick on full display.

When the bell rang, he immediately got the upper hand, dishing out punishment on his opponent. Punishment you craved for your pussy. Maybe it was your ovulation—whatever it was, it had you feeling like you’d die without his dick inside you.

Cody won the match and the referee held his arm up in victory. Your core throbbed in anticipation as he made his way to the back, his steps deliberate. As soon as the door to the room opened, you pounced on him, your lips all over his face and lips.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you? I’m all sweaty,” Cody muttered into your kisses.

“I don’t care, I need you. Sweat and all, let it drip all over me, I don’t care, just fuck me. Please,” you pleaded.

His eyes darkened at your words, he could practically smell you dripping for him. “So fucking desperate for me, I’ll give you what you want.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Cody had you bent over a chair, his gear ripped off by you and his hard cock buried inside you. Your panties were ripped and he slammed into you from behind, his cock stretching you out. You hoped the distant cheering from the fans masked your loud moans as he absolutely ravished you.

“This is what you wanted? Huh? To get fucked like a slut?”

You nodded frantically, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock as he angled into you even deeper. If it wasn’t for his grip on your curls, you would’ve toppled over.

He slapped your ass and you cried out. “Y-yes sir! This is what I wanted.”

You knew he was smirking behind you and in your last act of boldness, you pushed back against him, fucking yourself on his cock.

“That’s a good girl. You should see how your pussy’s just creaming on my dick.”

His words sent a ripple through you and your body convulsed, an intense orgasm hitting you like a truck.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, but he wasn’t finished with you.

He lifted and carried you to the couch in the corner of the room. A cry left your lips as he sank into your pussy once again, immediately finding your sweet spot. You drooled as he hovered over you—Cody was a greek god, one you would be happy to worship every single day. The sweat made his muscles glisten and he wrapped a large hand around your neck, making your pussy twitch in excitement.

Your body jolted as he slammed into your pussy and his grip around your neck tightened. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so wet, fucking perfect for me.

You held his dark gaze, wrapped your arms around his neck and grinding against him, meeting his thrusts. His sweat dripping all over you made you moan and you reached up, licking the tattoo on his neck.

“My dirty fucking girl,” he said, darkly.

One of his hands pressed against your abdomen, making you moan so loud, you knew anyone passing by would hear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? Only my cock can get that far. I fucking own you.”

“You own me,” you echoed, your nails now digging into his back.

“Cum on my cock, cum with me.”

With a loud cry, you squirted on his cock, soaking both him and the couch as he continued to pound into your aching pussy.

“Fucking hell, what a good girl just squirting for me like that.”

His orgasm followed immediately after and he pushed deep inside you, his cum filling your ovulating womb to the brim.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his thrusts slower and deeper. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant.”

[famousstatesmanbearroad]

DISTRACTION PART 3 (WWE CODY RHODES)

Summary: He’s allowed you in his head, allowed you to play mind games, allowed you to make him vulnerable, causing his match against your cousin at WrestleMania 39. Months later and he finally earns another match, just for you to start the distraction all over again, dwelling on the pass

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Samoan fem reader

Warnings - mentions of sex, smut, male masturbation, profanity, Dirty Talk, 18+ only (Minors DNI), (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Word count: 3.3K

Cody immediately regretted what had happened hours ago in that bathroom. Because now, he couldn't think straight; he felt vulnerable like he did the night you two had sex.

All he was thinking about was you. You in that bathroom moaning for him, you cumming all over his finger. And the fact that you walked out of that bathroom and acted like nothing had happened replayed in his head. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

But now it was 2 a.m. Cody lay against the headboard of his bed, wide awake. He could not sleep. Every time he closed his eyes for even a second, all he saw was you.

But more importantly, despite the cold shower and the fact that he couldn't get what had happened in that bathroom out of his mind, Cody was painfully hard.

He's thought about jerking off to you before; he's even caught himself touching his hard-on over his boxers whenever you're on his mind. But Cody has never jerked off to you. But right now, because his boxers were making him uncomfortable and the fact he currently had your lace thong in your hand, he knew he needed to get rid of this erection shamefully.

Cody stared at the thong in his hand. He shamefully thought about how he pulled it off of you, how you shoved it in his pocket. Cody involuntarily groaned as his erection started to joint upwards.

His mind suddenly went back to the night you two had sex. My god, he's had sex before, but this!? Why do you make him feel the way he feels? You were so sexy, the way you grind on him, getting so needy for him.

Cody hesitated for a moment; his hands pulled down his boxers, revealing his leaking hard cock.

Fuck you, he thought. Fucking you for making him feel like this. Fucking you for making him extremely hard. Fucking you for looking so fucking sexy, for moaning the way you moan, for making him shove his hard cock in you and fuck you over and over again till there's nothing left.

A low grunt escapes his lips as he places his fingers on his balls before dragging it up towards the tip, before stroking himself.

His eyes fluttered as he allowed himself to think about you now thoroughly. Your lips, your skin, the way you moaned his name. His breathing becomes heavier as he feels the blood rushing to his lower body, making him even more complicated.

He looked down at the lace in his hand. To see it, try to cover your pussy; that's something Cody will pay a lot of money to see a beautiful sight like that.

Cody looks down at the member in his hand as he then runs his thumb over the slide of the tip, causing himself to moan, throwing his head back as he collects a drop of pre-cum.

"Oh, fuck," Cody cursed under his breath. He imagined it was your small hands wrapped around his cock right now. He doesn't think he would make it past you innocently looking up at him as you had your hands and mouth around him.

"Fuck y/n," he moaned your name. It was the most sinful thing he could have ever done. But he didn't care. He wished that you were making him feel this good right now.

Although Cody didn't fight for a release. Not yet, at least. Despite knowing how wrong this was, he wanted to enjoy the moment before the guilt washed over him. He suddenly adjusted himself on the bed, now lying on his back. His boxers that were at his ankles were now on the ground as his hand made its way back to his cock, stroking it a bit, causing him to let out a hum.

He imagined you naked in front of him like you once were before, kissing all over your skin, hearing the way you react to him. It made his mouth slightly open as the stroke increased.

"Oh baby, fuck Y/N, look how hard you got me," he moaned out. He picked his hands all over your hair, yanking it back as he fucked you senseless, hearing your desperate moans.

Cody let out a sigh; he knew he was close to cumming. He couldn't fight the desperation anymore. Instead, he started to chase his release. Every single thing Cody wanted to do, you ran across his head as he stroked his cock faster, knowing the load he was gonna shoot out was going to be huge.

"Oh, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, fuc-"

Within a moment later, Cody was cumming all over his lower stomach and abs, grunting as his muscles flexed, feeling how good the load made him feel. He pictures his load filling you, you moaning for him as he comes inside of you.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, the guilt washed over him, just like he knew it was. He felt shameful as he looked down at the mess he made on himself. Despite everything, he knew he was far from getting you out of his head.

What the hell is wrong with him?

-

What the hell is wrong with you?

The last couple of hours have left you very much speechless. If you were told that you would end up at almost midnight in the middle of a Waffle House with these three men, you would have probably told that person that you would rather die. But it ended up being true, but how?

The WrestleMania Kickoff show ended less than 20 minutes ago, and now you were standing in front of an angry Roman and a furious Dwayne inside a locker room. Solo, Jimmy, and Paul stood to the right of them as you sat down on the couch, staring at the two.

Cody said he was challenging Roman to get his title at WrestleMania. Triple H himself confirmed that the match was happening, which meant there was no way Dwayne was getting this match he wanted with Roman, and there was no way Roman could get out of this match with Cody. But now, what set both Roman and Dwayne off was Cody telling Roman how his uncle and father would be ashamed of him, which you thought was hypocritical due to Roman calling Cody's father irreverent.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Roman asked. You weren't sure if he was speaking to you and the others or himself, but you stayed quiet and let him speak. "He thinks he can walk in and take this match at WrestleMania. He thinks he can make decisions around here!"

You yourself had no idea what tempted Cody to change his mind and make him want a match with Roman, though you were the same person who told him that his decision not to challenge him was idiotic, after all.

"He's sorry ass is lucky that all I did to him was slap him," Dwayne muttered harshly as he paced back and forth against the room. "How dare he disrespect our family!? How dare he disrespect our bloodline!?"

Paul looked hesitant to speak but did it anyway, causing Roman to tilt his head slightly in his direction but not exactly look at him.

"Um, excuse me, my tribal chief, but can we do anything to stop this?" Paul asked. "I can talk to Triple H, see if we can remove this match from WrestleMania,"

Roman shook his head as if it were impossible. "He made it clear out there that the match is happening, " he said, silencing him.

The pair of Roman's eyes then landed on you. You were staring at him and Dwayne the entire time during their outburst but haven't spoken a word. You couldn't help but notice the way he stared at you as if he was thinking about something. And when he suddenly sucked his teeth in irritation, looking away, you knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"No, Roman," you said, as now everyone in the locker room was focused on you two. It's impossible to distract him!"

"It's not just him I'm asking you to distract, y/n," Roman said, shaking his head.

Dwayne eventually understood what was going on and is now looking directly at you.

Dwayne was the only one who didn't know about your distractions, which you often pulled on Roman's opponent. Unlike Roman, Dwayne could sense something was going on between you and Cody.

He noticed how two they were the night Cody announced he wasn't going to wrestle Roman and WrestleMania. He noticed the glimpse of eye contact between them. He also noticed how Roman was starting to notice something. However, his brain was working a lot slower than Dwayne's. The two of them slept with each other, which Dwayne refused to admit to himself, but he knew it was true.

"No!" Dwayne shook his head. You and Roman looked up at Dwayne as he shook his head. "Whatever plan you got going on, I don't want her involved."

"She has always been involved!" Roman argued. "She can help!"

"What do you mean by it's not just him?" You asked Roman as he looked back at you. It was what you heard before Dwayne intervened. Roman had a plan that you suddenly caught on.

He leaned back into his seat before speaking. "You saw Seth getting involved out there, and I know after tonight, Seth and Cody are on the same wavelength regarding the bloodline." He stared. "And it doesn't stop with Seth, Jey is involved too,"

"So what I hear is that you want me to distract not only Cody but Seth and Jey? My brother and the guy who stabbed you in the back?"

The look on Roman's face made you know that what you had said was right. "I don't want you just to distract them; I want to know their strengths and weaknesses and what their next moves are. I want to be one step ahead of them. You can do that, right?"

But to you, it was impossible.

Jey was your brother, someone you admired besides Jimmy and Solo. But you were the closest with him. Distracting someone as quickly as a wrestler that Roman may find a threat was nothing to you, but to you was just a game. It was simple for you, easy. But the thought of distracting your own brother was cruel and something you knew he wouldn't forgive you for.

Then there's Seth. Someone you failed at distracting multiple times for multiple reasons. For starters, he took his distractions the same way you distracted Brock Lenser. But one thing you learned is that Seth was born into this industry as a master of distraction. So him playing uno reverse and distracting riled Roman up. You couldn't help but think that if Roman hadn't passed Seth out during their last match for the title, Seth would have won.

Then there's Cody. We already know how your distraction with him went the last time. And although you had told Cody that his deciding not to fight Roma the first time was stupid, part of it was relief that you didn't have a distraction. But the fact you have to do this again, even after the fact that you were just in a bathroom with him twenty-four hours ago as he fingered you, made you want to shit in your pants and refuse.

"Roman, you're asking for a lot right now." You warned. Roman could see your hesitation as the plan was set out on the table. He couldn't help but sigh, letting out a slight frustration. "You need to stop doubting yourself-"

"I'm not doubting myself at all!" you said in defense as you cut your cousin off. "You're asking me to distract three men; one is my brother. Does it look like I want to do that to him? None of you may have a relationship with Jey anymore, but I do—that's my brother!"

It was as if you threw a dagger in not only Roman's chest but also Jimmy and Solo. The three of them shot glares at you due to your comment. You couldn't help it, as you seemed like the only person who seemed to care about Jey.

However, Roman shook his head as he looked away from you. "I get it. This is all too much. Believe me, it's too much for me as well, " he said. But Y/N, I need you. I need your help in this; otherwise, I will lose my title."

I need you. Some say that was Roman's words of manipulation. You put everything and everyone over family for Roman. And you couldn't help but look at him as a silent sigh let out from you. You needed to make decisions.

Help your Cousin, or get as far away from this whole situation as possible.

-

"Y/N! Get back here!"

The footsteps from behind you only made you walk faster as your brothers, Jimmy and Solo, followed behind you. You had previously grabbed your stuff before walking out of the bloodline's locker. Your eyes scanned your surroundings, as you walked through the parking lot.

"Just leave me alone!" Your voice echoed through the parking lot, getting at least someone's attention if there was any."

Your phone was in one hand as you scrolled through your contacts, trying to call for a ride. Your eyes suddenly landed on Jey's name—a bit of hesitation. However, the yelling from now solo instantly made you click on his name as you brought it to your ears.

You could hear the distant ringing, and you couldn't help but have your own heart drop as you realized he was here. You looked back at Jimmy and Solo as they followed behind, only making them scream your name louder.

"Hello? Y/N?"

You gasped a bit. However, you didn't have time to hesitate or freak out; you just needed to find him.

"Please tell me you're still here?" You spoke on the phone. However, Jey didn't get the chance to answer as your feet abruptly stopped by his car. Your heart dropped yet again for the hundredth time as the two made eye contact. Jey carried a curious face. It was at the moment when you called him that you were the last person to call besides his brothers and cousin.

You thought everything would be okay, that your heart wouldn't stop giving you small stabs. However, your eyes landed on someone who opened the driver's door, then another who opened the door to the car beside it.

Seth stepped out of Jey's car and looked at you with confusion written on his face. You weren't sure who was more confused, Seth or Jey.

However, that was the last thing you were worried about as your oxygen supply suddenly turned off for a second, and you forgot how to breathe. Cody stepped out of his car as the two of you looked at him.

At the wrong fucking time, last night's events suddenly crossed your mind. Cody made you cum, made you cum with all of his fingers that by the time the realization hit, you weren't wearing any underwear. He still had it. God knows what he has done with it.

You tried to say a word, anything. However, Jimmy's voice interrupted as it beat you to speak.

The expression on Jey's face says it all as he steps in front of you. His eyes land on his brothers, and the minute they catch up, Jimmy stops in his tracks and deathly stares at his brother.

Despite their love, hatred covered it, as grudges and anger took over.

"Leave her alone, use!" Jey's voice echoed as he looked at his brother. The moment Solo was visible, with a sudden reaction in defense of Jey, Seth and Cody stepped in. You watched as the five men in front of you stared down at each other.

"Man, mind your business! this got nothing to do with you!" Jimmy said; he then looked behind Jey, straight at you as he let out a frustrated voice as he spoke. "Stop playing around and get back into the locker room before Roman gets even more mad,"

If you didn't know what venom tastes like, you would have thought it tasted exactly like the following words that came out of your mouth. It took everyone by surprise for different reasons: disbelief, amusement (mainly from Seth's reaction), and anger. But to you, they saw all expected amusement in your face as you uttered the words, "You can tell Roman to go to hell," out your mouth.

You looked at Jey as you spoke again. "I wanna leave with you," you said.

"Y/N," Solo warned. But you didn't bother to look at his direction.

"You sure?" Jey asked as he looked at you.

For some reason, with a split second. Your eyes caught Cody looking at you with no curiosity, as if he wasn't expecting you to be here, and suddenly asked Jey for a ride.

But you nodded. Jey didn't hesitate even further as he immediately opened his car, helping you put your stuff in the car.

"Y/N, get your ass over here!" Solo spoke, "This ain't a game!"

"Hey!" The voice caught you by surprise as you looked over at him at Cody.

He stepped towards Solo as a hint of anger came out of him, which caught you by surprise.

"Don't fucking speak to her," He said.

Never in your lifetime did you expect Cody to defend you or show so much anger in how Solo spoke. Solo wasn't going to back down, however, as the two got in each other's faces. But Jimmy and Seth suddenly broke up the fight, pulling them back.

"He isn't worth Cody; relax, man," Seth said. Cody licked the inside of his mouth as he felt the urge to punch Solo dead in the face for how disrespectful he was being.

Some of Cody thought it was impossible to defend someone he hated. Someone who was part of the reason why he lost last WrestleMania despite the fact he truly believed it was his fault for allowing you to get him. But he hated the way they yelled at you, hated the way they didn't want you leaving with your brother, hated the way they followed you here. But he couldn't help but think why. Not why they were doing all of this, but why were you here?

Why did you call Jey? Why leave with Jey, especially when you, out of all people, knew that he and Jey were with each other 24/7 and that Seth was with them due to the events that had happened at the kickoff show? Maybe the anger was still in him due to the adrenaline from the slap Dwayne gave him. But still, why were you here?

"Let's go," was all you heard as Jimmy and Solo said nothing but walked away. Jey looked back at you. "You good sis?"

You nodded. You said nothing as you got inside Jey's car. And neither did the boys as Cody hops into his car, and Seth and Jey hop into Jey's car.

You looked out the window and let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you took in what had happened. Jimmy and Solo thought it was impossible, and Roman thought it was insane, but it was all part of what you were known for.

Knowing that Jey was with Cody and Seth and they were still in the parking lot was a part of your plan. A plan where you would have gained their trust, not have them know that you were even planning on distracting them, learned their strengths, weaknesses, and subsequent move, and gathered all that information and brought it back to Roman.

Step one was to get to them, which was successfully executed. The next step was to gain their trust. You had to try your hardest, as the three of them, along with you, were now sitting in the middle of a Waffle House.

You made your decision. You were planning on helping your cousin.

Author Note: PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME FOR TAKING SO LONG!! School and working two jobs have been kicking my ass. As much as writing is a hobby, I hate taking forever and updating a part. Stay tuned!!!

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[thelesbianluthor]

So we were blessed with Margaret Encino, got to see Amanda Maillard in action and also had a little Kristen in the end.

We witnessed the incredibly quick first date to marriage pipeline of Cody "Night Angel" Walsh and the quangled Loose (Duke) Baron from the Baronies.

Fig tried her best to propose and be the one to marry Ayda and even sent her an 80 minutes proposal album. She was only stopped by the unfortunate reality of not being of age.

Gorgug was having a not very good day as usual but at least he got it easier than Fabian last time so there's that!

Adaine and Pinocchio were mostly chilling and having a great time even with the weird circumstances all around.

Love how the more we quangle the more crack pairing and alternate universe ships we get. Sklonda and Sandra Lynn are canon in another universe and that's wonderful really

The more we go on the weirder and more insane the quangles get I swear and I love it immensely

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(𝟤/𝟤) 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 - 𝘞𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝟥𝟫

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One thing I’ll say about Elimination Chamber 2025:

After this event, Cody Rhodes and CM Punk have been cemented as the main babyfaces of WWE. Cody is now the ultimate underdog, going against the Hollywood monsters who sold their souls. Cody not only refused to sell his soul, but reaffirmed that his soul is with the WWE audience and even told the Rock to go fuck himself with his offer. So in addition to being the underdog hero, he’s now the current people’s champion.

As for CM Punk, they gave him the Stone Cold moment. Instead of tapping out to Cena’s STF, he was so stubborn in his desire to win that he passed out. And just to add on to this, he only lost because he got screwed over by Seth Rollins. After years of the audience wanting him to be in the main event of Wrestlemania, the crowd is 100% going to be on his side when he goes on the hunt for Seth. He was already over as a babyface. Now? He’s OVER over.

So basically, Cena and Rock have helped Cody Rhodes cement his status as the top babyface/people’s champ of the Netflix era. CM Punk is now the top “antihero” babyface, the one who has a bit more of an edge but still gets the pop of a babyface. They’re the Rock/Stone Cold of this generation. Or the Cena/Orton.

[carrion-art]

MY BOYYYYY

[superkickme]

I can't believe how much this picture is just Legacy Cody with silver hair and a neck tattoo

[mamirhodessxox]

One request. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Angry black suit cody. 😍😍😍

That's all.🙃🙃🙃

Ask and you shall recieve shnookum 🤓☝️

Settle Down

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)

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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.

“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.

“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.

Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.

For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head

“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.

“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”

Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.

Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.

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the fact that these are so accurate...

[punksdoll]

Heyyyy, saw you didn’t have anything for Cody, so allow me to be the first 😈

I actually have two prompts, you can pick either!

So for this I just want some really sure fluff ! So imagine the reader is an idol of some sort who is always busy, but finally she decides to take a break and surprise Cody at his house one day.

For the other one, the reader is a wrestler with Cody and is about to fight in the ring when shinsuke comes up and attacks her with his mist. (This would be in a mixed tag team match so watching Cody loose it because shinsuke hurt his girl, etc etc)

Tyyyy I hope you have a wonderful day :3!

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕, 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔

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“You ready baby?” Cody walks up behind y/n who is adding the final touches on her eye makeup.

“Mhm…” Y/n says as she tries to keep herself steady with the little american flag on her eye to represent it for her boyfriend.

Recently there has been a feud going between Cody and Shinsuke. Add that to Y/n having her own problems with damage cntrl, Adam Pearce thought it would be a good idea for the couple to pair up with each other to take on Shinsuke and a member of Damage Control, to add on to their feud and make it more interesting for the fans.

“You should do something for me as well.” Cody smiles as he watches y/n put her makeup away.

“Like what?” Y/n looks over at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

“Your initial.” Cody smirks, “So everyone knows I’m yours,” he winks.

She chuckles before grabbing her ink eye liner and bringing his face closer to carefully do her initial. “There, all pretty now.” She gives his cheek a kiss.

“Great, now we’re ready.” He lays his hand on y/n’s lower back right as one of the crew comes over and reminds them both that it’s almost time.

“Our first mixed tag team match,” y/n starts as she walks in front of Cody while he trails behind her with his hand still on her lower back, “we got this, yes we do. Everything will go just right and we’re gonna win. No trouble.” Y/n hypes them up, more for herself than him.

“Yes, yes they will.” Cody gives her a kiss right as his music starts playing.

•••

Everything was going well. The match was running smoothly getting the crowds reaction here and there, no distractions, no interference. It was perfect for them both.

Until it wasn’t that is.

It was y/n and Asuka that were tagged in. Taking blows left to right, right to left, etc etc. It was going well. Y/n kept watching her back for any of the other damage control members to appear and distract her. She knew it was coming, she knew it was…she just didn’t think it was going to turn out…horribly.

Y/n had hit her signature move adding onto her finisher. She rushed over to pin Asuka and to catch the win for her and her boyfriend until Bayley intervened.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bayley rushes into the ring, immediately catching the referee’s attention as she stops counting and rushes over to Bayley to get her out of there.

“What the hell!” Y/n rushes up next to the referee and yells at Bayley, “Get the hell out you dog! Get out.” Y/n shouted at Bayley, shaking her head.

“I got it, I got it.” The ref tells y/n who rolls her eyes and turns herself back towards her opponent.

She expected something was to come when she did. She expected Asuka to be the one to mist her, she expected Asuka to be the one to attack her.

She absolutely and most certainly did not expect her boyfriend’s rivalry, Shinsuke Nakamura, to be the one to mist her.

She had turned around and was immediately misted in the face by Shinsuke thanks to the distraction by the referee. The crowd lets out gasps and some even cursing out as they watched Shinsuke mist her and immediately roll out of the ring before the referee could see what he did. Once he’s out of the ring he lets out a laughter as Asuka does her signature move and pins y/n down, catching the win for the both of them.

Cody rushes over to Y/n almost immediately as Asuka rushes outside of the ring with Shinsuke next to her, both staring at the couple with big grins as they soak in their victory. Cody was raging. All he wanted to do was get out of that ring and give Shinsuke the beating of his life but he knew that his woman needed him there.

“It fucking burns! Oh my god.” Y/n shouts out as Cody immediately places a towel on her eyes.

“It’s gonna be ok. You’re gonna be ok.” He soothes her, “Keep it on your eyes.” He picks her up and rushes her backstage and towards the medical.

•••

“What were you thinking when you decided to mist your rival’s woman?” The interviewer asks Shinsuke after the match had ended.

“Victo-.” Shinsuke is almost immediately cut off as he is tackled from behind by Cody Rhodes.

Cody is fuming with rage as he sends punches left and right on Shinsuke and throwing him against some chairs. He grabs one of those chairs and starts repeatedly hitting Shinsuke with it. Making sure it hits his upper and lower body all at the same time before referees could come rushing out and trying to stop him.

“No…” Cody shakes his head as he grabs Shinsuke and drags him over to where those chairs had fallen and hits his finisher, Cross Rhodes, making Shinsuke land on the chairs.

Referees drag him away almost immediately as they all yell at him to stop. Cody raises his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up. “Don’t you ever lay your shit on my woman.” He threatens before walking away completely.

•••

Y/n smiles immediately as Cody walks into the medical room after his altercation with Shinsuke that she had just watched.

“You ok?” Cody cups her face that’s stained with red.

“I’m better now, now that you gave him a good ass beating for me.” Y/n says with a grin, giving him a kiss, “Thank you cariño.”

“Anything for my woman.” Cody smiles and gives her multiple pecks on the lips.

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DISTRACTION PART 4 (WWE CODY RHODES)

Summary: He’s allowed you in his head, allowed you to play mind games, allowed you to make him vulnerable, causing his match against your cousin at WrestleMania 39. Months later and he finally earns another match, just for you to start the distraction all over again, dwelling on the pass

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Samoan fem reader

Warnings - mentions of sex, smut, oral sex (male receiving), slight degrading kink, profanity, Dirty Talk, 18+ only (Minors DNI), (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Word count: 3.8K

Waffle House, open twenty-four hours, meant you were stuck in the middle of one with Seth, Jey, and Cody at twelve in the morning. The neon lights cast a dim glow over the table, illuminating the way Cody's gaze kept flickering toward you, the way you kept pretending not to notice. But you did. Oh, you did.

As expected, Jey sat beside you, dressed in his merch and sweatpants. Across from him was Seth, a departure from his usual dramatic outfits, wearing just a black shirt and jeans. His eyes kept shifting toward your brother, baffled at how anyone could be this excited about a damn Waffle House.

Then there was Cody, right across from you. The booth was cramped, and the space between your legs and his was practically nonexistent. A slight shift, just the tiniest movement, and your knees would touch. You could feel his eyes on you, stealing glances when he thought you wouldn't notice. But you did. And you weren't any better. You met his glances, challenged them, and let your lips curl in a way that made his jaw tighten.

He hated it. Hated how close you were. He hated how much he wanted to touch you. But here you were, in public, sitting between your brother and his friend. Off-limits. Or at least, he kept telling himself that.

You hadn't changed into something more comfortable like the others. The silk dress still clung to you, a last-minute decision in a rush out the door to commit to this plan that no one knew about. However, you were able to change into some slippers.

And Cody? There is no suit tonight. Just a dark gray shirt and sweatpants. Sweatpants. The bane of your existence. You loathed how good he looked in them, how infuriatingly tempting he was without even trying.

"Mm," Seth's voice as his eyes scanned through the menu brought to him your attention, along with the other two. I don't know what to get."

"I do," Jey exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together. "Man, I'm starving!"

You couldn't help but look at Seth as he looked over at Jey, then at Cody, who wore an amused smile on his face, as if he was used to Jey's excitement whenever it came to Waffle House.

Your eyes went back to Seth as you suddenly wore a smile on your face. "Have you ever been to Waffle House with Jey?"

Seth looks at you with surprise since you haven't said a word since leaving with them. But he answers your question by shaking his head.

Within seconds, the waiter comes. Unbelievably, you and Cody glance at each other. His eyebrows raised in amusement as he was about to enjoy the show, mainly on seeing Seth's reaction to what was about to unfold. And despite what you were feeling right now towards Cody, the smile on your lips showed the same amusement.

"Hello. My name is y/w/n. I am your waiter for today. Can I start off with any drinks?"

Seth was about to speak as his eyes glanced down at the menu. However, Jey spoke first, beating Seth to it.

"Can I order my food as well? I already know what to eat," Jey said, glancing up at the waiter as if he were some little kid who was planning on ordering everything off the menu. The waiter immediately looked over at Jey.

"Okay," Jey starts, immediately cracking a smile to spread between you and Cody. "Can I have triple hashbrowns scattered and covered?"

The waiter immediately writes down Jey's order. Jey wasn't done, however. "Six scrambled eggs with cheese, two waffles with chocolate chip cookies, and then two lemonade drinks."

Your eyes glanced over at Seth, who looked at Jey as if he were crazy. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Six scrambled eggs!?" Seth looks at him. Jey looked over at him and shrugged his shoulders. "Aye, I'll be ordering more later."

Seth shook his head but continued to look at the menu, ordering his food and drink as he followed Jey instead of ordering a lot less.

You and Cody followed the two of them with the order before the waiter left.

Suddenly, it happened one by one. You didn't think you would have to encounter Cody alone, even though you were here as a plan to get to him, as well as Seth and Jey. But Jey quickly gets out of his seat. He looks at you and the two other men at the booth. "I need to use the bathroom real quick,"

He doesn't give time for you to speak before rushing towards the bathroom. Then, as quickly as he left, a phone rang. Seth pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks down at it. "My wife is calling. I'm going to step outside real quick."  

Seth pulls himself out of the booth before stepping outside. You can feel the tensions forming between you and Cody as the two of you sit by yourself at the booth. The events from the pre-kickoff party ran through your mind as Cody shot you a glance. You gently laid back in your seat, glancing at him back. Doing this was a part of your distraction. You knew that Cody would immediately catch on to it if you were to use your usual habit of distractions.

Be innocent. Let him come to you.

You gave a small smile before looking down, purposely yet innocently biting your lips as if it was meant to be unintentional.

And my god, it was working! You felt Cody's glance linger longer on you. You weren't looking at you, but you saw his eyes locked down on your lips, staring. He could feel your legs ever so slightly, accidentally brushing past his legs.

But for someone who instantly caught on to your distraction the first run and took a whole lot for him to fold and have you for that one night, Cody wasn't stupid this time.

"What the hell are you playing?" He blurs out. Your eyes snap in Cody's direction as he watches you. You shook your head. "What are you talking about?"

"Cut the bullshit, y/n," He spoke. "It doesn't take one night, one argument with Roman, for you to suddenly wake up and realize that he uses you to keep his championship."

Fuck. You hated how smart he was. You couldn't help but wonder if Seth had caught on, considering that it was impossible even to distract the guy when all he did was throw the mind games right back at you.

But you didn't back down; you were trying to give Cody at least some sort of mindset that maybe he was wrong this time. You shook your head, giving him confusion through your expression. "I got into an argument with my other two brothers and my cousin earlier. I told Jimmy and Solo to tell Roman to go to hell, and you think this is some game I'm playing."

You looked at Cody, waiting for a reaction, hoping for sympathy or an apology for even thinking that you were doing something up to no good.

And some of Cody thought that maybe he was accusing you of something that was nothing, that perhaps you weren't playing games with him. But then he shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to buy it whatsoever.

"This me you're talking to y/n," He said. "You care about Roman too much to tell him to go to hell out of nowhere. And from what I am guessing, this isn't just about me; this is about Seth as well, considering he was out there earlier defending me against your cousins. And considering that your brothers are at each other, this has something to do with Jey, right? Get our trust, play games without none of us knowing."

Fuck! Cody was more intelligent than you thought. And you knew that this little stunt you were trying to pull at the moment officially failed as you rolled your eyes, sighing.

"Okay, you got me," you said, then purposely yet again, only this time not so innocently, biting your lips as you stared at him, trying to hold back a smile. "I can't even lie; that was very hot of you."

Cody leans back in his seat as he stares at you, ignoring how incredibly sexy you look right now, biting your lips. "So what is this all about, huh? Get all of our trust, know whatever Roman and Dwanye need to know, and go back to inform them. I get me; I have problems with the bloodline, Roman, and even Dwanye. I even get Seth, considering he and Roman were best friends. But Jey? Your brother?"

You remained silent. Not because it was getting you. You knew that what you were planning on doing, betraying Jey's trust, would break him. He cares about you so much, and the fact that you were here tonight brought him joy. But you remained silent because you let Cody rant. After all, you knew that no matter how fucked this was, Cody wasn't going to say a soul. He's too much of a good guy to see Jey hurt.

So, you decide to throw right at him. "Tell him then,"

"What?" Cody looked at you, confused.

"Tell him that his sweet little sister, whom he loves so deeply that he would do anything for, is going behind his back and is distracting him for Roman," You crossed your arms. "Or don't, I don't care. I've done worse, and he knows that."

A laugh comes straight out of Cody's mouth. Not the kind of laugh where he heard something that he found funny. The type of laugh where he knew how evil you can get caused him to be in disbelief. He knew how far you were willing to go to help Roman keep that championship title. My god, you allowed him to fuck you so badly that it mentally left a scar on the both of you.  He knew the kind of reaction Jey would have if he found out, crashing out at his brothers and cousin and hurting his sister for even doing that. The only thing he can do is make sure that it doesn't happen without telling Jey.

"You're sick, you know that!?"

You smile, looking at him. Sliding your foot off your slipper, it creeps up Cody's leg as he stares right back at you. "You know I can't stop thinking about the party," you said. Notice the shiftiness in Cody's expression as you mentioned the event that had taken place last night.

"God, the way you kiss me, Cody, the way you reacted to me pressing ass to you, the way your fingers-"

You suddenly gasp as a large pair of hands wrap around your ankle, tugging it forward, not to where you shifted in your seat but definitely in a way that catches you off guard.

His jaw was clenched as he looked at you. "Stop that," His voice was low. You smirk, tilting your head. "Why don't you like it when I talk about you like that? Touch you like that? Does it bother you?"

That is precisely what bothered Cody. Not because he didn't like it, but because it was bothering him so bad that your foot inched a little closer, you would have felt how hard his dick was for you. He couldn't help but think about the part where he locked you two in the bathroom, how you moaned so delicately as his fingers were burned in you. And by the way, you were talking and how you had this attitude toward you, he wanted to do just that, just to shut you up.

But before he could say something, not that he knew what to say, his eyes spotted Jey walking out of the bathroom. Cody, immediately put your foot down.

"The food is not out yet?" Jey asked as he took his seat right back next to you, clueless about what had happened.

Seth walked in a second later and sat back down next to Cody. You and Cody looked directly at each other, both knowing that this was far from over.

-

This was now the moment you regret coming to the guys tonight to Waffle House. Because WWE decided to book their wrestlers into two different hotels, both Jey and Seth were off to a hotel, which meant you were stuck with Cody. However, you were too regretful. It meant more games to play with Cody.

Watching your brother drive off with Seth. Your eyes glanced over at Cody, who was more regretful than you were. Being alone, with you meant one thing and one thing only. Trouble.

Everything was trouble. After what happened earlier at the restaurant, it was going to continue at this very moment as you sat in his car, sitting in his passenger seat. He got in the driver's seat and wasted no time, speeding out of the parking lot and driving to the hotel like his life depended on it.

"So?" You shrugged your shoulders as you glanced in Cody's direction. Hesitant, Cody looks over at you, then back at the road. "So what?"

"What's your plan?" You asked him. You can see the sigh coming out of his mouth as you couldn't help but smirk.

It was like old times between you two. The way you talked, flirted with Cody, pissed him in ways that you didn't know it was impossible. You might as well do it this way since he already figured out your whole plan.

"I mean, it's best you just go ahead and expose me. It will all backfire on me. I would have to start from all over again, but what's the fun of that, huh?"

"I'm not speaking to you about this," Cody spoke. He was already tired of you, and the fact that after years of avoiding you, the moment he made up his mind and decided he wanted to fight your cousin, it was all back to square one for him with the mind games made him want to go insane.

"Why not, Cody?" you asked him. You caught me, you figured out my plan, and I want to know what you're going to do about it."

"I'm going to stop this car and kick you out if you don't stop?" Cody spoke. Stubbornly, you rolled your eyes, looking away. This catches Cody's attention as he looks over at you.

"You're being a brat right now, you know that?" Cody said. Now it was your turn to be tired of you. You two were fighting like kids right now. You knew that it was like old times, but this? You barely did anything, and now it is causing you to get mad.

"I'm acting like a brat!?" You asked in disbelief. You then shook your head. "Fine, I won't speak about it anymore since I'm a brat."

It was like the roles switched as Cody smirked. "You always enjoyed being one, but now, all of a sudden, I called you out by one, and you get all petty."

"You're an asshole," You tell him.

"And you're a brat." He repeats.

You licked your jaw as he called you a brat once again. As you looked at him. He smirks, knowing that another reaction is coming out of you. But oh, does he think everything is wrong?

For some odd reason, this confirms how fucked the two of you were, as this petty argument was turning you on so much. You can now check off degrading kinks on your list as you unbuckle your seat belt.

Cody glances over at you for a second, confusion on his face. You move inched closer to his face, looking at him as if his eyes were on the road, yet his breathing became unsteady.

"Call me a brat again," You slightly demanded. Your fingers slowly slide up to Cody's head, slightly tugging on his hair, pulling back a bit. A low grunt escapes his mouth, causing you to bite your lips.

Cody knew what game you were currently playing right now. And he knew that, just like last night, he was going to regret this. But by the way, his hard-on was forming, dick twitching in his pants as you asked him to call you a brat again; he couldn't help it.

"You're a fucking brat!" He repeats more harshly. You hum as you suddenly lower your head. Your lips trace over his neck, tasting him. You wanted to show him how much of a brat you were by leaving a hickey on his neck, knowing that he would have to hide it during his following shows.

So you did. First, it was slow kisses, taunting and teasing him. The small groans that failed to stay inside escape his lips. He could feel you then suck on his neck, biting it a bit, as he tried to pull back from it, forming into a hickey, but failed as it felt so good, the car jerked a bit as he tried to contain himself.

"Did you... did you just-"

"Give you a hickey?" You smile at him as you go back on his neck, kissing more harshly than before. You gently tug on his earlobe, causing another low groan to come from him.

"Are you going to do something about that?" You taunt as your other hand now begins to touch him, being placed right on top of the thighs of his sweatpants. "Are you gonna teach this brat a lesson?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N," Cody struggled to keep his eyes on the road. And it was extremely difficult, considering that your hand slowly rubs his thighs before moving upwards.

You look down at your hand, watching it as it touches the covered erection of Cody's. Both mouths dropped in pleasure. You forgot how big Cody was. And you were going to remember even more as the thought of tasting came across your mind.

Cody didn't stop you. He couldn't stop you even if he wanted to. But he didn't want to stop you. Your eyes never left his as your hand reached just inside his sweatpants. His reaction almost made you moan as you pulled his hardened dick.

"Fuck, you're so big."

And that did it. They did it for Cody. He could see the hotel from a distance. But fuck the hotel right now; he was not going to make it. You felt a harsh serve as Cody pulled up onto the side of the road. With an instant reaction, Cody pulls his seat all the way back. Your mind was foggy, and you didn't realize that you were climbing over to the driver's side and getting on your knees in front of him.

He watches the innocent in your face. The genuine kind, not that fake one you pulled earlier. His dick twitches once again as you look at him, your hand grabbing his cock as you stroke it so gently.

The thumb of his brushes your lips lightly as she parts them.

"You want me to do something?" Cody asked, looking down at her. "You want me to take that brat out of you and teach a lesson."

Your eyes fluttered closed as you moaned, nodding. Cody let out a groan as he leaned back on his seat, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down further.

He lets out a small moan as he watches her stare at his dick, stroking it still as it adds pleasure to him. Like you knew precisely what you were doing, even though you had never sucked his dick before, you slightly sat up over the tip as you allowed saliva to roll down to his shaft before she stroked again.

Fuck, this was meant to be a lesson taught. Cody was enjoying himself too much to punish you. You didn't even have his dick in your mouth, and you were already taking him so well.

But when you did, when you suddenly wrapped your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around his sensitive nerves, his hips shifted, eyes closing as he leaned his back, letting a low yet loud groan.

"Fuck y/n,"

Moaning, you pulled back slightly before leaning forward again, taking him in your mouth once again. Cody watches her, as if he looks away, even for a second, it will disappear.

An uncontrollable moan leaves Cody as you lean forward again, this time further. His hand went to your hair, grabbing and holding it as his hand was used as a hair-tied

"That's it, take my dick even further, you brat," The degrading kink kicks in you both as you can't help but moan. You looked up at him and maintained eye contact as you did, just as you were told. "My god, just like that."

You bop your head as your hand stroke along with your mouth, sucking on his dick. Cody tried his hardest to control himself. However, you were doing so well, taking him so well. He didn't know how much he could handle.

He tugged your hair back, causing you to release your mouth from him. You whined a bit, sticking your tongue out as you looked at him with lust, with the need to have him back in your mouth, catching him off guard.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," He moans as you grab his dick, bringing it to your mouth as you moan, swirling your tongue around it.

This would have to be the filthiest thing that Cody has ever seen from you as he gets a bit more aggressive, pulling her back down as his hips jerk upward. He lets out a sultry moan as you begin to gag a bit, yet moan, not wanting him to stop.

"I know you like that, baby," Cody groans, looking back down at you. "You take it so easily."

You let out another moan as he was now under no control whatsoever just by that. His eyes rolled back as both his hand was on your head, fucking your mouth. He allows you to pull back a bit, letting you breathe, only to hear another whine from your lips.

"Keep fucking my mouth," You moaned out in desperation. Cody didn't think twice. He pulled right back down on his dick. His hips fucking your mouth, holding it a bit before letting out another moan.

"Fuck, y/n, you're going to make me cum." Cody groans out. And you could see the differences as his moans and groans were short with pauses. You bop his head further, faster, desperate to feel him in his mouth. This was wrong; it was so dirty from both acts. But that was the last thing you cared about right now.

And the way Cody's words stumbled as his eyes shut closed as a hot orgasm shot in your mouth as you pumped him so quickly, harsh as he silently cussed to himself.

If he didn't regret what he did to you last night at the party, he certainly regrets this moment. Not because he didn't want this moment to happen. Some of him dreamt about this moment happening no matter how much he didn't admit that.

But the way you looked at him, so innocent after what you had just done, he knew that no amount of distraction you would pull would make him crack.

Because he was already broken.

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