#cody horn

[fauxreveur-young]

[ulrichgebert]

Weil wir uns jetzt endlich daran machen wollen, noch zu überprüfen, was sie auf auf die XXL-Version noch draufzusetzen hatten, fangen wir nochmal ganz vorne an, mit dem 1. Magic Mike, der ja irgendwie noch recht niedlich und sogar fast ein ganz kleines bisschen sozialkritisch ist, außerdem, um es mit Brecht zu sagen: "Man will ja auch mal was Schönes sehen."

[thegoddaughterr]

[sinsonyourmind]

[rookie-critic]

Rookie-Critic's Film Review Weekend Wrap-Up - Week of 2/20-2/26/2023

-Navalny (2022, dir. Daniel Roher) An incredible documentary covering the assassination attempt on Russian opposition leader Alexei Navalny and the subsequent investigation done into the Russian state's involvement in it. This was a fantastic and very real look into just how far the Russian government is willing to go to make sure that people currently holding the power stay right where they are, which is probably something we all already knew, but now there is undeniable proof of it. Score: 10/10 Currently streaming on HBO Max.

-Magic Mike (2012, dir. Steven Soderbergh) I was really expecting this one to be way more fun than it was, which was a huge bummer. A lot of the acting was fantastic, from Channing Tatum and Alex Pettyfer specifically, but I thought Cody Horn, who plays Tatum's main love interest in the film, was incredibly wooden. Where the film really gets a lot of points is that this does look and feel like a Soderbergh film, which really makes for a visually intriguing experience. The scenes where the strip-dances happen are fun and it was interesting to see the objectification of the male body for a change, but all of the film's actual drama and plot fell pretty flat. For a movie about male strippers, it just seemed to take itself too seriously. Score: 6/10 Currently streaming on HBO Max.

-Magic Mike XXL (2015, dir. Gregory Jacobs) This was everything the first one should have been; just an absolute blast from beginning to end. The side characters from the first film (Joe Manganiello, Matt Bomer, Kevin Nash, Adam Rodriguez) get to take center stage, and they add an infinite amount of charm that was severely missing from MM1. Their camaraderie is so endearing, and cameos from the likes of Donald Glover, Michael Strahan, Andie MacDowell, Elizabeth Banks, and Stephen "tWitch" Boss (R.I.P.) are all welcome and so much fun. The only unnecessary part of the whole film was the Zoe character played by Amber Heard. It was a just a way to shove a new lover interest into the film and it wasn't needed in the slightest. The scene in which Manganiello's character performs a strip-dance, high on molly, to the tune of the Backstreet Boys' "I Want It That Way" in a convenience store to try and get the clerk to smile while the other guys, also stoned out of their minds on molly, cheer him on from outside was worth the entire runtime of the film alone. Score: 8/10 Currently streaming on HBO Max.

-Linoleum (2023, dir. Colin West) This is the first truly phenomenal film of the year. Jim Gaffigan, Rhea Seehorn, Katelyn Nacon, and Gabriel Rush all deliver near perfect performances in this Gondry/Kaufman-esque comedy/drama. I wasn't really sure what to expect going into this one, and it managed to blow my socks off in the best possible way, with a beautiful ending and many wonderful messages and moments throughout. I could consider this a 2022 film, as it premiered at SXSW almost a year ago, and I'm pretty sure it would make my Top 10, but as it didn't see a non-festival limited theatrical release until almost three months into the new year, I'm going to go ahead and consider it for 2023. The bar has been set, and it has been set high. Score: 10/10 Only in theaters on a limited release. Check your local listings to see if there any showtimes near you. FULL REVIEW FOR THIS ONE COMING SOMETIME TOMORROW.

-Old School (2003, dir. Todd Phillips) Before The Hangover, Todd Phillips delivered unto the world Old School, a film which has mostly been remembered for Will Ferrel's ass accompanied with the line "We're going streaking!" Which, to be honest, isn't even kind of the funniest thing in the film and it happens less than 30 minutes in. As is the case with most Todd Phillips films, as well as most comedies in general from the early aughts, there are large aspects of it that have not aged well at all. However, a good chunk of the film is still incredibly funny and reminiscent of the humor that would later make The Hangover such a beloved classic. I admit I had a lot of fun watching this one, and while it wouldn't ever be my first choice for a comedy film recommendation, it is one worth checking out should you be interested in watching it. Score: 7/10 Currently available for rent/purchase on digital (iTunes, Amazon, Vudu, etc.) and on DVD & Blu-ray through Paramount Pictures.

[mary-kasexual]

alas, motivation granted me more ponies as was promised yesterday. A joyous occasion this is indeed

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Clone Helmet Collection II

Follow the hyperlinks for specific, isolated close-ups!

ROW ONE: Captain Tukk | Commander Fox | Captain Gregor

ROW TWO: Commander Cody | Captain Keeli | Captain Fordo

ROW THREE: Glitch | Horns | Sister

ROW FOUR: Commander Colt | Commander Blitz | Commander Havoc

Art taglist: @the-hexfiles @your-slutty-gf @msmeredithrose @lonely-day3636 @dukeoftheblackstar

You can find more of my art in my masterlist!

[raynbowclown]

Sitting Bull

Turning a deaf ear to pleas, General Custer forces Sitting Bull of the Sioux to gather forces against him at Little Big Horn. And the one soldier who tried to prevent it faces the firing squad for treason. Unless … Continue reading Sitting Bull

[thejediandthemandalorian]

Rex: I bet you're never going to forget that good-bye kiss.

*Cody looks horrified*

Wolffe: No.

Rex: *gasps*

Wolffe: You forgot the good-bye kiss?

Rex: How could you forget the good-bye kiss? That's your thing!

Cody: I don't know. He was late, and the horn was honking. And the balloon poodle's leg popped, and--

Fox: Hey, what's going on?

Wolffe: Uh, Cody and Obi-wan forgot the good-bye kiss.

Fox: How could you forget the good-bye kiss? That's your thing!

Cody: I know!

Rex: We have to get to the airport to kiss Obi-Wan good-bye.

*Everyone starts shouting and running out the door*

Rex: Go! Go!

Anakin: Stop. You forgot Cody.

*They all rush back and grab Cody*

[the-greatest-8]

(This isn't connected to the any series I've posted so far- it's new!!)

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Cody was fond of the Creches at the Temple, but it wasn't very often he got the chance to visit them. With the war efforts taking up most of his time, it was very rare they were stationed on the Coruscant long enough for him to pop in. He relished in opportunity he had now.

Several younglings were draped on Cody, sleeping like the dead after playing themselves into exhaustion. One little Zabrak, however, was perched on Cody's lap and looking around the room with bright eyes. They were no older then six standard years, with small, nubby little horns adorning their head, and he was dangerously cute. The Zabrak in question, D'rall, if Cody remembered correctly, peers up and squints at Cody while making a humming sound. "Cody?" D'rall asks. Cody hums in reply, looking back at the tiny thing. D'rall smiles, "Do you and Master Kenobi love each other?" He asks and Cody feels his face go bright red. "Um.. Well-" Cody stumbles with his speech, "Why- Why do you think that?" He asks.

D'rall huffs in reply, "'Cause Master Kenobi gets all, all mushy in the force when you guys are here." He says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Then, D'rall twists in Cody's lap so they're facing and stares judgementally at him, "And, and so do you! You get all, happy, and, and like, bright." He says. Cody feels his face turn bright red, despite his attempts at not doing that.

Cody attempts to piece back his sanity, but when he looks back down to ask the small fiend for clarification he finds D'rall has slumped on his chest, asleep. Cody can only let out a full body sigh as he accepts the puppy pile he's been trapped into.

[blufox234isadumbname]

made some new designs cause i wanted to spice my girls' designs a little

i just kinda wanted to add a little more on teh design i had before, i (simple dress over shirt), its kinda hard to balance casual clothes with gymnast attire but i think its ok. i also added design elements from both her parents slime and mariana (mango squares from mariana, apples slices from slime). i ttried to make her based off of apple and mango chutney but i think it kinda loses there. its fine tho i love her very much. she also has matchign friendship bracelet with Tilin ;;;;

codeflippa is basically her design is TOO slime inspired since thats her only parent to focus on. combined with way too much angularity and very wrong details (wrong shirt, no leotard, wrong friendship bracelet on wrong hand, wrong horns, etc.) its like if codie was looking at juana like a mirror. the bottom face showing the jawbone is inspoed from @/alienssstuff 's codeflippa design (its olso where i inspoed the goopy yolk wings and horns) and also in general when she is in shadow her teeth will show (its kinda a nice touch considering iirc mariana's swing was at her head height). she wears mariana's scarf that slime kept in a dusty chest cause he definitely didnt miss him. she puts it on after the first task stream cause she feels the scars are to offputting to slime..

[thlayli-ra]

while you're headcanoning, what are your codypunk headcanons? love hearing your thoughts!

Ok, so, bear with me here but... Codypunk can be summed up in the following photo:

(I SAID BEAR WITH ME!!!)

So it's objectively canon at this stage that Cody Rhodes is the prettiest person on the entire roster (male and female). He's the WWE equivalent of a Disney princess; beautiful, graceful, well-dressed, often faces up to terrible adversity but defeats his enemies with the power of kindness and friendship. He can also kick ass, has an animal companion and.. can he sing? I feel like he could sing!

Anyway, Cody is, of course, the white fawn. Pure and sweet.

Punk is the brown fawn with the grumpy face.

He's very protective of his pretty little friend. I absolutely adore this panel from the talented Otanod over on IG (please go check out their stuff, it's awesome!) that shows Dusty entrusting a young Punk to look out for Cody in WWE. Punk is older, more experienced and has come through the business the hard way, from absolutely nothing to the top of the industry. Unlike Cody, who is... dare I say it... a wrestling nepo baby.

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However, Cody doesn't really need protecting, he's perfectly capable of looking after himself and has proven it. Punk knows this, acknowledges this... and does it anyway. He can't help it. If the legendary Dusty Rhodes asks you to do something, you damn well do it. Punk is very old-school that way. (Also, he just loves his pretty little friend!)

Going back to the fawn photo, Punk's protectiveness of Cody is actually quite funny. Look at them! They're both so little and cute!!!! ❤️ Size-wise and skill-wise, they're equals but, more importantly, they are both incredibly vulnerable to violent attacks. Eh-hem (can we find some evidence, maybe?)

(Oh! There we go, thank you!😁)

They're a couple of beautiful deer in a world full of wolves. To survive, they rely on each other, to always have each other's back.

Things can get competitive, sure - young deer are known to lock horns from time-to-time - but so far, it hasn't turned bitter (time will tell on that one!)

Most importantly, there is a lot of healthy respect between them. Respect for their journeys, where they've been, what they've done, where they're going and if Punk is going to play second fiddle to anybody as king of the forest, he will do so for Cody.

[randomrando767]

Dragon au cause autism will autism.

There are 5 types of dragons, imperial dragons, sky dragons, armored dragons, moon dragons, and sea dragons.

Imperial dragons are nearly instinct. The only notable one in a while is whitebeard. They're large white dragons with gold eyes and horns and the hottest fire.

Sky dragons are the most common, large wings, can either be red green or yellow, and pretty much look like wings of fire sky wings.

Amour dragons, unlike how people think imperial dragons, they are actually really dangerous. No real fire power, but fire, and most things, don't do much do them. Strongest physically.

Sea dragons might as well be strong seakings with human forms.

Whitebeard, Crocodile, Luffy, and oddly Coby are imperial dragons.

Zoro, Ace, Roger, Rouge, Dragon, and Garp and amour.

Nami, Sanji, Robin, Sabo, and anyone else you can think of who is a dragon is probably a sky dragon.

Fishman and merpeople are Sea Dragons.

Lunariens are moon dragons.

Coby and Luffy meet, and Luffy teachs Coby how to shift between human and dragon forms because Cody's parents died before they could.

The world government wants to kill all moon and imperial dragons, so Coby doesn't join them. Also, in case I wasn't clear. Whitebeard fathered Crocodile, Crocodile fathered Luffy.

Not everyone is a dragon. About 15% of people are, and most are either marines or pirates.

[90percentstudios]

What D&D classes would the CKC cast play as, and what would be their playstyle?

cody - changeling rogue. he'd get obsessed with trying to ride on the back of a hill giant instead of just freakin' killing it, and would probably forget he can do stuff like shapeshifting/bonus actions/etc 80% of the time. he's pretty deadly when he's locked in though, but it'd take some proof and convincing that an enemy is worthy of death. he'd also doodle while playing, heavily distracting him, but at least by the end of each session there's a bunch of silly drawings his friends can flip through.

mini - changeling cleric. the twins are both changelings cuz of everyone in the series, i think they're the only ones that've achieved being losers, cool kids, gods, averaged, AND banned. she's actually a big fan of making overly complicated plans, whether it's a heist, a jailbreak, you know she's got a dozen pastel gel pens to plan it all out! unfortunately she's got horrific luck, consistently rolling under 10. at least the plan goes well when someone else is carrying it out.

peter - human paladin. he has perfect recollection of all the rules and likes the game to be as immersive as possible, because convincing himself he's really a heroic paladin that people like and respect was his copium as a loser. that being said, post-series pb would have a bit more fun, especially with cody there to involve him in all his crazy antics.

juvie - tiefling barbarian/fighter multiclass. they frequently have to reassure their team they're not a violent psychopath irl, it's just that if you're playing in a world where you can do anything, why WOULDN'T you give every kobold a uniquely gruesome death and decorate your camp with their guts as a show of force? anyway they're very combat focused.

peggy - wood half-elf druid. any chance she has to transform into a unicorn she takes (it's not technically allowed but daniel allows her to turn into a horse that has a horn for flavor). she mostly trots around, eats apples, gives people horsey-rides, makes friends with other animals and often demands that daniel allow them to resurrect their friends (ahem cody) whenever they miraculously die.

holden - human bard. he actually brings his guitar and plays a short tune whenever he uses bard magic, it really adds to the immersion! he's also the party-face, meaning he's in charge of persuading the guards not to imprison everyone just because juvie tested the flammability of the local tavern's liqueurs. after a dozen of these instances he's gotten in the habit of telling guards "i've never seen that tiefling in my life."

daniel - elf wizard, (though he'd focus on dming, he'd probably include his own character in the campaign at peggy's request because "he'd be left out" if he didn't). his character would offer important exposition when it's already too late and punish the others for their reckless shenanigans by not helping them when they're in a bind. "it's better for character growth" he says.

gigi - sorcerer. she'd immediately grasp the rules, min-max the hell out of her character, remind people to use their ability modifiers and always be on the hunt for the best equipment, often getting holden to help bargain for them with his high charisma stat. her gamer-brain's also got a good memory for the lore of the campaign. "where was the grand exchange again?" "it was north east of kragmaw, remember?" "..." "in that cave in the side of the mountain?" "..." "you caused a cave-in that cut the water supply off from the local town, displacing hundreds?" "... ooooh, right."

rhyme - astral elf. would join the campaign a bit later than the others since she'd still be getting used to the friend group and all. everyone would welcome her in and they'd all grow as friends. she's annoyingly good at everything as always, yet somehow whenever she's near, mishap seems to follow. juvie's certain she's up to no good but no one believes them, until some pivotal moment when daniel reveals he'd invited her to play as a double agent on the side of evil and in order to complete the quest they must all fight to the death. when asked why the hell he'd do something like that he says "dammit i told you cody, FOR CHARACTER GROWTH!!" rhyme has stellar acting and everyone fights her with teary eyes, until... i dunno, they find some secret option of exorcising her of evil and completing the quest and no one dies and yadda yadda happy ending. anyway juvie gives a very well-deserved i told you so and rhyme admits her being the secret villain was a bit on the nose but she enjoyed the theatre of it all.

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Rex and Cody

Chapter Summary: The bottle lands perfectly between Rex and Cody. You've never been one to back down from a challenge.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ content; angel!Rex x f!reader x devil!Cody; kinks: threesome + dirty talk; praise kink, degradation kink, spanking (one instance), oral (both m and f receiving), bratting and brat training, spitroast, poorly translated Mando'a, 'monster' interpreted rather loosely for this one, absolutely no cl0nc3st, if I missed any please let me know!

A/N: Not fully happy with the monster part of this, but in terms of smut, come get y'all juice! some inspo taken from the lovely @sev-on-kamino for the part where Cody asks a leading question. Mando'a roughly translates to "plaything" (geroya for 'play' and 'kebis' for 'thing')

Word Count: 4.0k (do not perceive me)

Read the intro here! | Suggested listening

...Rex.

No, Cody. 

No. Hang on. You lean down and align your vision with the direct line of sight of the bottle’s mouth, and realize with a jolt that it’s perfectly between the two men. Blinking, you straighten up. The entire table gives you an expectant look, but none more so than the two men the bottle seems stuck between. Nerves and arousal pulse through you, drying your mouth. Kark, would they...?

Into the momentary silence, Cody speaks, one eyebrow raised. His wings, dominating the space with jet black feathers, rustle in impatience. “Clearly, it’s pointing at me.” 

Next to him, Rex’s face, bathed in the light of his halo, scrunches in a frown. “Are you sure about that, vod?” He gestures to the bottle. “Look, it’s pointing at my arm.” 

“Yeah, and mine is right next to yours, di’kut.” 

They devolve into petty bickering, jostling each other as they try to prove which one of them the bottle actually points to. Worrying your bottom lip, you spare a glance around the table. The others have moved on from the moment, having not been chosen, and have resumed their own conversations. 

With a sigh, you stand, chair screeching on the stone floor. Both Rex and Cody snap their attention to you, frozen in mid-wrestle, Rex’s head nearly pinned beneath Cody’s arm. 

Hands on your hips, you tilt your head. “Boys,” you tut. “There’s no need to fight. If you can’t decide, I will.” 

Cody reluctantly lets go of his brother, a scowl threatening to mar his features. 

“What’s your choice, mesh’la?” Rex asks. The look on his face is serene, angelic—there’s no other word for it. Whatever decision you make, he’ll be okay with.

“Yes,” you say. At their blank stares, you chuckle. “Both. And. What do you say?” 

Cody and Rex exchange a single glance before both men scramble out of their chairs. Well—Cody scrambles, knocking empty shot glasses askew and sending them hurtling off the table to shatter on the flagstones beneath. He ignores the grumbles of protest from the rest of the troopers, skidding to a halt in front of you with a smirk damn near as devilish as the ram’s horns curling out of his head. 

For his part, Rex stands, exuding calmness even from across the table, and spreads his wings. The white, pearlescent feathers seem to glow dully from within for a moment—and then he beats them once, gliding over the table in one smooth movement.

Your mouth falls agape as Rex settles onto his feet beside you. “Woah.” 

He gives you a small smile, one that steals your breath. The look he gives you makes you feel like there’s some long-standing inside joke that only you and he share; butterflies flutter in your veins.

“Are you gonna just stand there eye-fucking her, or are you gonna actually fuck her, vod?” Cody’s voice jolts you out of the golden depths of Rex’s gaze. 

Meeting Cody’s eyes, you shiver despite yourself. His eyes are dark, boring into your very soul. Goosebumps erupt over your skin at the sensation of your deepest desires being dredged up from the vaults of your mind. Core clenching with need, you whimper almost silently. 

“What was that about eye-fucking, Codes?” Rex teases. 

Cody rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon. Let’s get somewhere private before I change my mind and fuck you right here.” 

Chest tightening with blazing desire, you have no choice but to allow yourself to be ushered forward by them both. You can only imagine the sight you present to the rest of the partygoers, a literal angel and devil at your shoulders. Rex to your left, Cody on your right, your hands itch to reach out and grab theirs. You can feel their wings, feathers soft and warm, tickling at the backs of your legs as you walk; idly, you wonder what those feathers might feel like beneath your palms. 

It’s Rex who makes the first move. His fingers are strong and cool where he laces them through your own, and the reassuring smile he gives you makes you melt. 

Not one to be outdone, Cody grabs your other hand. His skin is so warm it’s nearly hot, like he’s burning from within with hellfire. Kriff, you’re not one who buys into some of the metaphysical beliefs you’ve heard from various folks on Coruscant, but if there is an afterlife where souls are either punished or blessed for eternity, you’re pretty sure which side this night is about to land you in.

You don’t really care. 

The two men escort you through a series of hallways to a random door, which opens onto a sparsely furnished bedroom. Seems your hosts know exactly what their guests would want from this night of revelry. Aside from the massive bed, hanging from the ceiling is a wrought iron chandelier with lit candles that cast flickering lights on the cobblestone walls, giving the space a rather fantasy-esque feel. Tucked in one corner stands a washbasin with a full water jug. Good. You’re going to need hydration after tonight.

Licking your lips, you glance between the other two out of the corners of your eyes, before dropping their hands. As you step deeper into the room, Rex shuts and bolts the door. The two men remain close by the entrance. They regard you with unabashed curiosity, though you pick up their wildly different intentions: one bright and willing to support, one dark and willing to break. 

You urge your racing heart to settle. “So. Ground rules. Someone says ‘red,’ and this all stops. That clear?” 

Cody gives a single, terse nod while Rex smiles encouragingly. 

“Great.” You shimmy out of your clothing, leaving you in nothing but your shoes in front of both men. Rex’s white toga, belted with gold trim, begins to tent as his cheeks flush, taking in the sight of your nude form. Cody’s hands twitch toward unbuttoning his black shirt, his own bulge growing noticeable. 

Your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. In the chilled air of the chamber, your nipples stiffen, goosebumps arising once again all over your body. Their gazes are heavy on your skin, lingering in all your dips and curves. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she, Cody?” Rex murmurs. His wings shift against his back. “Bet she’s gonna be such a good girl for us.” 

Cody snorts. “Bet she’s gonna be a good slut for us. Isn’t that right, princess?” When your thighs press together without realizing, Cody smirks. “Yeah, she is. Filthy little plaything.” 

Body flushed with warmth, you can’t decide who to focus on as they begin to approach, one step at a time. Rex flanks to your right, while Cody moves to you directly. His hands roughly cup your face and drag you forward to close the distance. Lips crashing into yours, you can’t help the moan that escapes you as Cody grips the back of your neck with one hand. His other hand immediately finds a home at your breast, tweaking your already-sensitive nipple, squeezing the soft flesh. His kiss is dizzying in its demand: his mouth moves against yours with feverish intent, dead set on making your knees wobble. 

And when they do wobble, your legs threatening to buckle, Rex is right there. One of his arms snakes around your waist to hold you upright against his chest, now bare. The fingertips of his other hand trail lightly over your thigh, skating close to your heated core. When Cody plies your mouth open with his tongue—forked tongue, you realize, you groan, arching back into Rex. 

“Such a sweet thing,” Rex murmurs in your ear between soft kisses to your shoulder. “So soft for us. Gonna make you feel so good, mesh’la.” 

Cody lets you break the kiss, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes glint in the candlelight. Swollen lips pulling back in a roguish grin, his forked tongue flickers out to lick his teeth. 

“G’on, geroy’bis, give Rex some love,” Cody husks. 

Already dizzy and dazed with lust, you find you don’t have it in you to turn in Rex’s embrace. Rather, you simply lean your head back and tilt to find his mouth, already seeking your own. You sigh in contentment as his lips slot against yours. His kiss is soft, gentle, and yet no less debilitating for it. Your head swims with pleasure as Cody continues to tug on your nipples. When his mouth latches onto one of them, you keen into Rex’s mouth—he uses the opportunity to taste you, his tongue sliding against your own.

Your eyes flutter open in surprise when one of Cody’s thick, hot fingers trails over your slit. You whine as his finger traces the lightest circle around your aching clit, but he withdraws his touch before you can properly react. Rex pulls away from your lips to give you a smirk that, if he didn’t have a halo and angel’s wings, could be called sinful. 

“What d’you want, sweetheart, hm?” Rex asks. His grip shifts to tilt your head back toward Cody. “Tell him what you want. Use your words like a good girl.” 

Fidgeting under Cody’s heavy stare, you try to recall some of the confidence you’d had just a few minutes ago, back at the table. “W-Well, Commander? Aren’t you going to touch me like the slut you say I am?” 

The dark smirk that sprawls over his face makes you immediately regret your words. 

“Oh, no, geroy’bis,” he purrs, voice dangerously low as he crowds into your personal space. You try and fail to not cower back into Rex’s embrace. “No, no. Sluts take what they’re given and don’t talk back. Brats, on the other hand...” His eyes rake your trembling form. “Brats get their mouths stuffed until they learn their manners.” 

You stiffen in Rex’s arms, breath freezing halfway in your lungs as desire blazes through you. When you don’t move, gaze locked on Cody’s self-assured smirk, Rex shifts behind you.

“Cody,” Rex warns. “Cyare, color?” 

“Green,” you gasp out. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, as Cody chucks under your chin with a smug, “That’s what I thought.” 

“On your knees,” Cody commands, voice hard as the stone your knees crack against as your body betrays you. You’d intended to take your time, continue pushing the devil’s buttons, but the moment Rex released you, your legs collapsed. 

Body burning with embarrassment and lust alike, you peer up through your eyelashes as Cody makes quick work of the zipper of his pants to free his cock. Flushed and weeping, the head of his dick bobs in front of your face, making you go cross-eyed as you try to appraise its full size. Maker, he’s big, thick and long. Your mouth waters. Cody steps closer; his hard length taps against the side of your face, smearing precum along your cheek. 

Behind you, you’re aware of Rex watching with equal parts amusement and concern. And all around you, feathers, warm and insulating, envelope the three of you. Black over white, white over black, they both stretch their wings in a protective circle to embrace you. Stars, you want to reach out and touch, to feel the down beneath the flight primaries—but then Cody grips your jaw just hard enough to force your mouth open, and you accept his flushed tip in your mouth. 

Your lips stretch to accommodate him as best as you can. There’s just so much of him. Lapping at the vein on the underside, you hollow your cheeks as he slowly pushes further into your hot, wet mouth. His teeth grind as his eyes drill into yours, dark and slitted. His cock is heavy on your tongue. Whining around him, you shift on your knees to alleviate the growing discomfort there. 

“Rex,” Cody says, voice strained. “Play with her cunt. Wanna watch her eyes cross while I fuck her face.” 

A gush of slick drools from your folds, coating the insides of your thighs. Rex repositions himself, at first you think to reach around from behind you, but then one hand gently nudges your knees apart as his grip lifts your ass just enough for him to shimmy beneath. You inhale sharply through your nose at his hot breath on your folds. 

As Rex wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you down, Cody thrusts into your mouth shallowly. You jerk and groan, mind and body short-circuiting between the two very different stimuli. Rex’s tongue is cool and languid where it swirls over your pussy; Cody’s length is hard and domineering as he ruts into your mouth. All you want to do is kneel there and take it; but you want more than that. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck with every pull back even as you grind your hips down against Rex’s mouth. Moans claw out of your chest and vibrate around Cody’s length, making him grit his teeth. 

“Kriff, geroy’bis,” he huffs out. “Got such a dirty fuckin’ mouth. Suckin’ my cock like a karkin’ pro.” 

You hum in satisfaction. Beneath you, Rex nudges your clit with his nose as he fucks your hole with his tongue. Pleasure ripples through you, centered at your heated core and pulsing outward. 

Out of curiosity, you reach down with one hand and tentatively wrap your fingers around Rex’s halo. All at once, your body jerks taut with a cry. Blinding radiance floods your body—and just for a moment, you can feel Rex as if he is you. You taste yourself on your tongue, feel the way your folds part under Rex’s ministrations, feel the aching length of arousal at the apex of his thighs. Rex groans; you feel it rumble in your chest like the sound comes from you.

Yanking your hand back, you peer with wide, teary eyes up at Cody, who clearly doesn’t understand what just happened. 

Rex lifts your hips. “K-Kriff. Are you okay?” 

You motion vaguely a thumbs-up so he can see. 

He hesitates, before delving back into your folds. Despite the sensation of being linked is gone, the knowledge of how much this is affecting Rex throws you right back into your pleasure, the cord in your belly winding tighter with every wag of his tongue. 

“If I pull out, you gonna be good and ask nicely for what you want?” Cody asks. He doesn’t relent in his pace. His cock drives incrementally deeper into your mouth with each thrust. Tears dew at the corners of your eyes as you try not to gag, squeezing your fists tight. You can’t answer, can’t even nod.

Cody hums. “That’s too bad.” He holds the back of your neck with a firm grasp. “Guess you still haven’t learned manners.” 

Eyes widening, you wail brokenly around Cody as he begins to fuck your face in earnest. His fat cock pushes to the back of your throat with every stutter of his hips forward. To match the intensity, Rex begins rocking your hips back and forth across his face. His lips latch around your clit and he sucks. Your toes curl. Vision going blurry, you squirm, trapped between them.

Cody releases you and takes a shaky step backward. You cough and sputter, tears leaking down your face, yet you can’t help the way your core lurches at the sight of Cody so affected. What little of his skin you can see beneath his clothes is shiny with a layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed, hair disheveled where his fingers ran through it. 

While you try to regain your breath, you can feel your orgasm approaching, a molten thread pulling taut in your belly. Dropping your gaze to Rex, you keen at the sight of his face slick with your juices, shining in the warm light of his halo. 

“Gonna- gonna—” You gasp. 

Rex digs his fingers into the meat of your thighs as you ride out your high, twitching against his mouth as he continues to lick and suck you through it. Once you begin to come down, panting harshly, Rex gently lifts you off his face. You become aware of a new sensation. Along your arms, something cool and ticklish brushes against your skin. 

Peeking your eyes open, you gasp in wonder at the long, luminescent feathers dragging slowly up your biceps. Rex flexes his wings to caress you. A shiver cascades down your spine.

“Did so good for us, mesh’la,” Rex croons. “So pretty when you cum like that. So pretty when your mouth is stuffed full of cock.” 

Without thinking, you reach out to touch one of Rex’s wings. The feathers are soft, and he holds still to let you stroke the long primary feathers, fondle the shorter coverts. He shudders beneath you. 

“Feel good?” you murmur. 

He hums in response, eyes sliding shut. When you burrow your fingers beneath the stiffer feathers, seeking the down beneath, Rex groans low in his throat. Your nails gently scrape over the warm, membranous skin of his wings, cushioned by downy under-feathers. Under your fingers, you can feel the blood pumping through his veins, fast and hard, just as affected as you are. You watch in fascination as Rex’s expression contorts into one of serene bliss as you stroke your thumb over his skin.

“Mesh’la,” he croons. 

You glance up at Cody shyly. “Can I- Can I touch yours, too?” 

“Greedy,” he accuses, but there’s no real heat behind his words. “Let’s move you to the bed, and then yes, you can touch.”

On unsteady legs, you hobble to the bed, Rex and Cody in tow just as soon as they strip completely. Cody positions you in the center of the bed and, one leg folded beneath him, slots himself at your side. Rex mirrors his pose on the other side, face still sticky with your slick. Once more, their wings spread with a gentle rustle to envelop you. At a nod from Rex, you reach with both hands and bury your fingers into white and black feathers. 

Cody’s forehead drops against your shoulder with a low moan. Rex captures your lips in a sweet kiss, setting your head spinning again. The taste of yourself makes you whimper. His lips curve against yours as you let your hands wander. Brushing over their wings, you smooth your palms over Rex’s and Cody’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles there flex in response. Drawing farther up, you grope blindly for their lengths. 

All three of you sigh simultaneously as your fingers wrap around them. Rex is shorter than Cody, but thicker too. You moan in anticipation. 

“Filthy fuckin’ thing,” Cody mumbles against your shoulder. His heated body makes sweat begin to dew on your skin. “Couldn’t just pick one or the other, could you? Had to have two cocks. We’re gonna ruin you, princess. Split you open so good you’ll never want another dick.” 

Rex nudges you to turn and face Cody. As the devil’s lips smother yours, Rex trails a featherlight hand down your spine, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder and neck. 

“You’re so good for us, mesh’la,” Rex praises quietly. “Made to take us.” 

You whine in agreement, nodding within Cody’s grip. 

“Gonna fuck you now, geroy’bis,” Cody says as he pulls away. His eyes never leave yours, hot and dark, as he continues, “You should feel her mouth, vod. Feel how sinful those lips are when they’re wrapped around you.” 

Whimpering, you flutter your eyelashes at the implication of Cody’s words. 

He grins at you, wolfish and lustful. “That’s right. Hands and knees, filthy girl.” 

Crouched on your elbows, your ass presented to Cody, you bite your lip as Rex’s cock fills your vision. Cody’s steadying grasp on your hip keeps you grounded. His fingers gather some of your slick to spread over his length, and then the blunt head of him presses into you. 

You flick your tongue against the underside of Rex’s tip, moaning at the way your cunt stretches to fit Cody. The deeper Cody pushes, the farther into your mouth you draw Rex, until finally, they’re both seated fully within your holes, one dripping slick and one drooling spit. Cody’s hands splay over your ass for a moment before—

Smack!

You jolt with a surprised, muffled yelp at the stinging ass smack. 

“Doing so good for us,” Rex coos. His breathing is strained, coming in harsh gasps, but he gives you a smile when you glance up to see his expression. “Cody, on three?” 

Cody grunts out an affirmative. “One, two—” 

“Three.” 

They set a devastating rhythm. As Cody withdraws from your tight heat, Rex pushes just a bit more down your throat—then drags your head back as Cody pushes his hips flush against your ass. You’re manhandled between the two of them; Rex’s hands on your head keep you stable while Cody pounds against the spot in your cunt that makes you see stars. Whining, drooling, you relax your throat to take Rex as deep as you can as Cody takes what he wants from you.

The air is full of the sounds of both of them fucking you. The wet squelch of your pussy echoes in direct counterpart to the way you gag on Rex’s length; and orchestrating it all are both men’s voices, muttering filth and praise and worship. At some point, you lose track of who says what, their voices blending into the buzzing in your ears as your orgasm begins to build again. 

“That’s it, little one, take those fuckin’ cocks.” 

“Such—a—good—whore—for—us—ngh!” 

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart, letting us use you like this.” 

“Yeah, you gettin’ close? Feel that tight pussy chokin’ me. Cum for us. You can do it.” 

That last is in response to the way that you wail, the sound tearing from your chest as Cody reaches around and presses his fingers to your clit. Body locking up, you pull from Rex’s length with a messy pop as your orgasm crashes into you. Cody fucks you through it, hard and fast, unrelenting. Even when you begin to shake, overstimulated, he slides his cock into you until, with a growl, he buries himself to the hilt and moans. 

You nearly cum again at the feeling of his cock pulsing in you, spilling his hot seed into your sopping cunt. “C-Cody.” 

He slips his softening length from you, but then Rex is immediately there to fill the gap. Using both of your spends as extra lube, Rex’s length splits you apart at the seams. Dimly you’re aware of Cody collapsing on the bed next to you, his gaze warm and caring, horns retracting into his skull. But then Rex tilts your hips just a little, and you can’t even scream, the breath knocked from you as he grinds into you.

Where Cody was rough and insistent, Rex is gentle yet firm. Even as your body jolts in blinding pleasure, he holds you completely still so he can hit that devastating spot in you with deadly precision. You’re swept away by your third orgasm; it hits you so suddenly that you don’t have time to cry out, instead small squeaks falling from your lips. 

Like Cody, Rex stills deep in you and spurts his cum into your stretched, wrecked hole. He nearly collapses on top of you, barely catching himself on his hands. The three of you pant and lay there, trying to recover from the mind-melding experience you just shared. With trembling fingers you reach to trace the scar around Cody’s eye. He hums, leaning into your touch. 

A giggle escapes you, tired and fucked-out. “Holy shit.” 

“You can say that again,” Rex mutters, pulling out at last. 

You whimper at the loss and at the sensation of both of their spends welling out of your spent cunt. Rex pushes some of it back in with his thumb. Moaning, you plant your face in the cushioned bed. 

“Just relax, cyare,” Cody says with a contented sigh. “We’ll take care of you.” 

“You already did,” you mumble thickly, gesturing to your lower half. 

Two rumbling chuckles echo in the room. Rex says, “You know what he meant.” 

Turning your head to meet Cody’s eyes once again, you simply smile. “I know.”

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Oh my god Bazathrax is a demon centaur with a capybara body, rat tail, human torso, marmot head, rams horns, and vestigial wings. I love him. Cody is so fucking stupid and i love his dumb ass too 😂😂