#cody rhodes x you

[onlyangel4]

even when we're silent. cody rhodes

cody rhodes x wife!reader

synopsis: after winning the title it feels like cody is putting his career before your marriage. this leads to arguments and the silent treatment. but even through the silence you show him that at the end of the day you will always be there for him.

author's note: let's pretend john attacked cody in the middle of a separate match, i feel like that works better for this.

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the hotel room was quiet too quiet. that kind of stillness that only followed something loud and messy. you stood by the window, arms crossed over your chest, the city lights below doing nothing to distract you from the ache sitting deep in your chest.

behind you, cody was pacing. or maybe he wasn’t anymore, you hadn’t looked at him in the last five minutes. you didn’t want to.

"you’re really not gonna say anything?" he asked, voice low, tired. not angry anymore. just drained.

you swallowed hard. "what’s the point? you already made it clear what matters most."

cody sighed. that long, annoyed kind of exhale that used to get under your skin when you first started dating. now, it just hurt.

"that’s not fair", he muttered.

"no", you said, turning to face him finally, "what’s not fair is me sitting alone in hotel rooms night after night while you give your soul to this company. a company you promised would never matter more to you than me"

cody shook his head. "it doesn’t."

"then why do i come second to it every single time?"

his jaw clenched. "because this is my dream. you know what this means to me"

"i didn’t know your dream wouldn’t have room for me."

silence. just that again. he didn’t have a comeback. not a real one. and maybe that hurt more than if he’d shouted back. maybe it would’ve been easier if he’d fought harder for this.

you stared at him for a long moment. "i’m not asking you to give it up, cody. i’m asking you to show me i'm part of it."

"i don’t know how to do both", he admitted quietly. "not the way you need."

and just like that, something in you went still.

you turned away, brushing past the suitcase you hadn’t even unpacked. "then maybe you need to figure that out."

he didn’t follow you when you left the room.

he didn’t call that night.

and when you showed up backstage the next day, the two of you passed each other in the hall like strangers.

this wasn't what married life was supposed to be like.

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the backstage hallway was buzzing like always, lights flickering above, producers rushing by with headsets, and the muffled sound of the crowd roaring from the arena. it was the usual chaos of smackdown, but it all felt like background noise to the quiet storm brewing inside you.

you stood near one of the tech crates, arms crossed, trying to look like you were just waiting for something. instead of holding yourself together with the last threads of stubborn pride.

"hey."

you looked up at the soft voice and saw sami zayn walking over, brows furrowed with concern. he wasn’t in gear yet, just a hoodie and joggers, hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying not to come on too strong.

"hey", you replied quickly, trying for a smile. it didn’t stick.

he studied you for a second, then tilted his head slightly. "you okay?"

you let out a soft laugh, more exhale than humour. "is that a trick question?"

sami gave a half-smile, stepping closer and lowering his voice. "look, i know i’m not trying to be all up in your business, but i’ve seen you three shows in a row now looking like you're about to explode or disappear. neither feels like a good option."

your chest tightened. he wasn’t being pushy, just present. and somehow that made it worse. or better. you couldn’t tell.

"it’s cody", you admitted, words tumbling out before you could stop them. "we’ve been fighting. not even big fights, just, everything. and nothing. he’s so locked into this ‘people's champion’ mission that i feel like i got cut out of the script."

sami nodded, staying quiet.

"i’ve been trying to support him", you continued, voice cracking a little. "i am supporting him. but it’s like i’m invisible now. he says he loves me but forgets to show it. i used to be part of this dream with him. now i’m just there. in the background.”

sami crossed his arms, leaning a little against the crate beside you. "that sounds really hard. especially when you’re doing everything right."

"i don’t even need him to give anything up", you said. "i just want to matter to him as much as this does. or even close."

he was quiet for a second before responding.

"you know, i've watched cody push himself harder than anyone i’ve ever seen. it’s inspiring, but it’s also scary. because sometimes people get so obsessed with proving something to the world, they forget they don’t have to prove it to the people who already love them."

your eyes welled, but you blinked fast, trying to keep it together. "i didn’t sign up to be a placeholder in my own marriage."

"and you’re not", Sami said gently. "you're the foundation. and if he’s smart, he’s going to realize that before he ends up standing on something that's already cracked."

you looked at him, really looked, and offered a quiet, grateful smile. "thanks, sami."

"anytime", he said with a shrug. "you don’t have to carry it alone, okay?"

a beat passed between you before the arena speakers kicked in

"the following contest is scheduled for one fall"

then cody’s music hit.

you froze. your eyes locked on the screen showing his entrance, and for a second, you forgot about everything except the tightness in your chest. it wasn’t about the match. it was that you didn’t even know if you were rooting for him tonight.

but deep down, you still were.

sami followed your gaze, then looked back at you. "go watch him", he said. "even if you’re mad. you still care. that’s okay."

you nodded, swallowing hard. "yeah. i do."

and you hated that you always would.

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you stood just off to the side of the monitor bay, arms crossed tightly, watching the screen as cody’s entrance music hit. he looked calm. focused. maybe a little too focused. like a man trying not to feel anything beyond the ropes.

your heart pulled in two directions, resentment coiling in your chest and love still clinging stubbornly to the sight of him. he was still yours, even if it didn’t feel like it lately.

sami came to stand beside you, quiet again, offering silent support. you didn’t look at him, but you appreciated the weight of someone standing with you. not for cody but for you.

the match kicked off without surprises, cody versus solo sikoa. power against precision. you watched cody move like muscle memory was the only thing keeping him going. he was getting hit, but he was giving it back. the crowd was loud, and the pace was stiff, but it was fine. it was normal.

until the lights shifted.

until john cena’s music hit.

your stomach dropped.

you knew about the run-in. It was planned, the next beat in the story heading into wrestle mania. cena comes out, roughs him up a bit, crowd goes wild. you’d heard the pitch days ago. you didn’t love it, but cody had waved it off.

"it’s just heat", he said. "it’ll be fine."

it wasn’t.

cena hit the ring fast and before cody could even fully recover from solo’s last samoan spike, he was down. you expected a few punches. maybe a chair. but cena didn’t stop.

he didn’t pull back.

fists, stiff and angry, rained down. cody tried to roll, tried to cover, but cena mounted and kept going. a heavy elbow. another. the ref yelled. the med team hesitated, unsure if this was still part of the show.

it wasn’t supposed to look like this.

"something’s wrong", you breathed, stepping forward.

then cena lifted cody, who was barely standing, and threw him hard against the steel steps outside. the crack echoed.

and you ran.

you didn’t even think. just bolted from gorilla position toward the ramp as the crowd roared louder, not knowing what was real and what was too real. you were almost at the ring when two strong arms stopped you.

"whoa wait!" sami’s voice echoed.

you struggled, eyes locked on cody still crumpled by the steps.

"let me go! he’s hurt, sami, let me go!"

"y/n don’t", he said, holding firm, trying to keep calm while you thrashed. "you’ll get hurt if you go out there right now."

"i don’t care! he’s not moving, cody!" your voice cracked, panic bleeding through.

then randy orton was beside sami, adding his grip, steady and commanding.

"hey, hey", he said firmly, trying to ground you. "he’s gonna be okay. medical’s already moving. don’t do something you’ll regret, alright?"

tears blurred your vision. your lungs burned from yelling. you were shaking.

john stood in the ring now, arms raised like this was still part of the show, but even his face looked unsure. like he realised he’d gone too far.

you stopped struggling. sami and randy didn’t let go right away, not until you slumped forward, breath trembling, staring down at the man you hadn’t spoken to in days, now barely able to stand.

he looked up, dazed, blood at the corner of his mouth. his eyes found you.

and even from across the chaos, you saw it, the regret. the fear. the unspoken i'm sorry that neither of you had said out loud yet.

"i need to go to him", you whispered.

sami let go first.

as soon as Randy and Sami loosened their grip, you tore free, not running this time, just moving, like your legs were moving faster than your heart could keep up with. the crowd was still roaring, somewhere between hype and confusion, the kind of electric buzz that made it hard to tell what was real.

but this, this was real.

you climbed into the ring, barely noticing the blood on the mat or the crew stepping aside as you dropped to your knees beside cody. he was half-sitting, half-slumped, trying to act like he wasn’t as hurt as he was.

"hey", you breathed, touching his cheek, not caring who saw. "hey, baby, look at me."

his eyes fluttered open. "y/n"

you cupped his face, ignoring the swelling near his brow, the busted lip, the way he still breathed like it hurt. "why didn’t you stop him? why didn’t you signal?"

"i didn’t want to ruin the moment", he whispered, smiling like it didn’t split his lip. "it's wrestlemania season"

you shook your head, tears slipping silently down your cheeks. "you’re such a dumbass."

he laughed, winced, and nodded. "yeah. i am."

your hands slid into his hair, forehead resting against his. "you scared the hell out of me, cody. i didn’t even know if we were still, i thought i hated you. and then i saw you go down and all i could think was, i can’t lose him."

his arms were slow and shaking, but they wrapped around you anyway. you didn’t care that everyone was watching. you didn’t care about storylines or production cues or the red light on the camera.

all you cared about was that he was here, holding you like he still meant it.

"i’m sorry", he murmured. "for everything. i’ve been chasing something that doesn’t matter without you."

"you’ve been chasing it alone", you corrected, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "and you don’t have to."

he stared at you like he’d forgotten how to breathe. then, in front of thousands of screaming fans, with trainers and refs hovering nearby, cody pressed his forehead to yours and whispered.

"i don’t want to do any of this without you anymore."

you kissed him softly, like a promise. and the crowd went insane.

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as soon as you got backstage you were met with chaos. trainers. ice packs. voices muffled by adrenaline. cody sat on the medical bench, sweat and blood drying on his skin, the high of the crowd already fading into exhaustion.

you stood close, arms wrapped around yourself as the medic cleaned up his cuts. he flinched once. you winced harder.

"you should’ve told someone he was going stiff", you muttered, voice low.

"i didn’t want to be the guy who can’t take a hit" cody replied, not meeting your eyes.

you walked over and knelt in front of him again, like you had in the ring but this time, it was quiet. private. no lights. no crowd.

"you don’t have to prove you’re unbreakable, cody. not to them. not to me.", your voice cracked at the end, your walls coming down, finally. "i need you whole. not heroic."

he looked down at you, his eyes soft. "i thought i had to carry everything. the company. the name. "

"you just have to carry me", you whispered. "and let me carry you back."

he nodded, voice hoarse. "i want to be better. for you. with you."

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his.

"then start by coming back to me", you said softly. "and this time, stay."

cody leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours again, eyes fluttering closed. for the first time in weeks, the silence between you was comfortable.

[wherescody]

lost at wrestlemania and post wrestlemania

WrestleMania 41 was supposed to be the pinnacle. The climax of Cody Rhodes’ hard-fought journey, the victory lap for a champion who had defied the odds, stitched together his legacy, and carried the weight of history with grace. He walked into the stadium as WWE Champion and the heartbeat of an entire generation of fans.

But fate had one more twist.

John Cena. A legend. A name etched into every corner of wrestling history. And tonight, he wasn’t just a challenger he was a man chasing immortality.

The bell rang. The match started. And for nearly 40 minutes, they battled like gods at war — trading strikes, counters, finishers, and near-falls that made the sold-out stadium shake. It was epic, gritty, and emotional.

And then, somehow, Cena landed the final blow.

The ref’s hand came down.

One. Two. Three.

The moment it happened, the world erupted — history made, a 17-time World Champion crowned. Cena fell to his knees in disbelief, tears on his face, basking in the roar of the crowd.

But behind the celebration, on the canvas, Cody Rhodes lay motionless.

Not because of the physical toll — though he was bloodied and bruised but because of what he’d lost. Not just the title, but the dream. The story he’d fought so hard to finish now had a painful new chapter. And it wasn’t the one he had written in his heart.

Backstage, Y/N watched everything unfold with her chest tight and her fingers trembling. Her heart had cracked the moment the bell rang. Watching Cody lose watching him lose the title that had cost him so much to win was gutting. Because she knew.

She knew this wasn’t just a loss.

This would haunt him.

When Cody came through the curtain after the match, he didn’t speak. The usual swarm of producers and staff parted around him like he was a ghost. Trainers tried to offer him water, a towel, to escort him to medical. He waved them off. Silently. Emotionless.

But when his eyes met Y/N’s, the facade cracked — even if only for a second.

Without a word, she walked to him and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. His body leaned into hers. Heavy. Drained. Defeated.

“You okay?” she whispered, even though she already knew the answer.

He didn’t say anything just shook his head slightly, his eyes glassy but dry.

They didn’t linger.

No post-show interviews. No press. No words for the cameras. Cody walked right past all of it, Y/N’s hand clasped in his, guiding him through the halls like a lifeline. They exited the stadium quietly, slipping into the chill of the night, away from the lights and the roar of history being made.

The tour bus was waiting.

Cody climbed the steps first, head still low. Y/N followed, the door shutting behind them with a soft hiss. Silence wrapped around them instantly.

The bus felt too still, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made every emotion feel ten times louder.

Cody stood in the center of the main lounge for a moment, unmoving, staring at nothing. His hands were at his sides, still taped up. His championship jacket hung untouched on the hook near the door. The championship his championship wasn’t with him anymore.

He finally sat down on the edge of the built-in couch, elbows on his knees, his head bowed low.

And then… he broke.

Not with screams or rage. Not with slammed fists or shattered glass. But with a single breath long, deep, and trembling. His shoulders began to shake.

Y/N rushed to his side, dropping to her knees in front of him. She reached up to touch his face bloodied and bruised from the match and he leaned into her palm like it was the only thing tethering him to earth.

“I failed,” he said, barely audible.

“No,” she whispered.

“I failed everyone,” he repeated. “The fans. The boys in the back. The ones who believed in me. You.”

Her heart cracked in two.

“Don’t you dare say that,” she said, her voice shaking but fierce. “You did not fail me. You did not fail anyone.”

Cody finally looked up at her, tears in his eyes, red and tired. “I couldn’t hold onto it, Y/N. I said I would carry it, for them. For him. For my dad. And I dropped it. Just like that.”

She crawled up onto the couch beside him and pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly, his face buried in her neck as he cried. Not loud, but deep, guttural sobs. The kind that came from months years of weight he had never put down.

“You gave everything,” she whispered. “Everything. You fought like hell. You gave us moments we’ll never forget. That title didn’t define your worth. You do.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, like he was afraid to let go.

“I didn’t think it would hurt this much,” he admitted. “But seeing him holding that title the one I swore I’d defend with everything I had it felt like losing a piece of myself.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But you haven’t lost me. And you haven’t lost the story. This isn’t the end.

His voice cracked again. “I just wanted to make my dad proud.”

Y/N gently placed a hand over the word tattooed on his chest: Dream.

“You already have. Every time you stepped into that ring. Every time you stood up after being knocked down. He’s proud of you. I’m proud of you. You don’t have to win every match to be worthy, Cody.”

They stayed curled up on the tour bus couch, the engine humming softly beneath them, the outside world still spinning

Inside, it was just them. No cameras. No fans. No title.

Just a man hurting, and the woman who refused to let him face it alone.

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Later that night, Cody would fall asleep on that same couch, wrapped in a blanket, his head in Y/N’s lap. She stayed awake for a while, fingers gently stroking his hair, staring out the window of the tour bus.

She didn’t know what came next. Redemption? A break? Maybe even reinvention.

But what she did know was this:

They’d keep going.

Together.

Because even in heartbreak, even in loss Cody Rhodes still had fight left in him.

And he still had love. Unshakable, unwavering love.

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The sun rose on the Monday after WrestleMania 41, but it didn’t feel like a new day. Not for Cody Rhodes.

He had barely slept. Even on the tour bus, surrounded by silence, comfort, and the warmth of Y/N’s arms, sleep had come in fragments. Every time his eyes closed, he saw that final pinfall. The referee’s hand hitting the mat. The crowd exploding for Cena. And the championship slipping from his grasp again.

It played on a loop in his mind like some cruel joke his subconscious refused to stop telling.

He sat on the narrow bench across from the kitchenette, still in the same hoodie and sweatpants from the night before. His coffee had gone cold in his hands. He hadn’t taken a sip. He just sat there, staring through the tinted windows at the parking lot, numb.

Y/N moved quietly through the bus, giving him space but never straying far. She knew he needed stillness. And when he was ready he’d come to her.

Her phone buzzed on the counter. She glanced at the screen: Bruce from WWE.

She hesitated, then answered softly, stepping toward the back of the bus.

“Hey. Yeah, I’m with him… No, he hasn’t said much. He didn’t sleep… No. I don’t think he’s in the right place to talk tonight, Bruce. I’m sorry.

She listened for a while, her face softening as she nodded. Then, she peeked around the corner of the bus, watching Cody.

“Let me ask,” she said, and approached him gently. “Hey, baby?”

He didn’t respond at first. His gaze didn’t shift from the window.

She crouched next to him, brushing his knee softly. “Raw wants to know if you’ll come in tonight. Just to talk to the fans. Not wrestle. Just… speak.”

He blinked slowly, then let out a bitter, joyless laugh.

“They want me to go out there? Now?” His voice was flat, wounded. “They want me to walk into that arena, look those people in the eyes, and act like I’m okay?”

Y/N didn’t answer right away.

“I can’t do that,” he muttered. “I can’t stand in that ring and pretend to be proud of losing everything I worked for.”

She reached for his hand. “No one’s asking you to pretend. But… they love you, Cody. They still do.”

He looked at her then, eyes rimmed with fatigue and grief. “But what if I don’t love me right now?”

The words hit the air like ice water.

Y/N sat beside him, pulling his hand into her lap, holding it tight. “Then I’ll love you enough for both of us. And when you’re ready to face them, they’ll still be there.”

Cody swallowed hard, his jaw clenching.

“I said I would finish the story,” he whispered. “I told them it would end with me still standing. I made them believe. And I couldn’t do it. What does that say about me?”

Y/N’s voice was soft but certain. “It says you’re human. It says you gave everything you had and still stood tall even when the world took the ground out from under you. That’s what they believed in not just the title, you.”

He leaned forward, pressing his elbows to his knees, his hands now tangled in his hair. “If I go out there tonight, they’ll see it. How broken I am.”

She brushed her fingers down his back, grounding him. “Then let them. Because even broken, you’re still worth loving. Still worth cheering for. And someday, you’ll stand in that ring and finish that story for real.”

Cody shook his head slowly. “I can’t today.”

Y/N didn’t push. She simply nodded and leaned against him.

“That’s okay. Then we take today for us. Just us.”

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Later That Afternoon

Cody hadn’t moved much. He dozed off briefly, his head in Y/N’s lap as she scrolled through her phone. The world was already reacting Cena’s 17th title reign was plastered on every sports page. Headlines. Tweets. Debates. Commentators calling it the greatest moment in Mania history.

But her feed was also full of Cody.

“Thank you, Cody.”

“Still our champion.”

“The American Nightmare forever.”

Y/N didn’t show him the posts, not yet. But she saved them. Every single one.

He woke up slowly, eyes squinting against the filtered sunlight streaming in through the curtains.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey.”

He sat up, groaning a little as his muscles protested. For a while, he just stared at the carpet, then looked over at her.

“You didn’t go to Raw either?”

“Nope,” she said softly. “Wherever you are is where I’m supposed to be.”

Cody gave a weak smile. “You’re too good for me.”

“Maybe. But lucky for you, I’m stubborn.”

He chuckled a real one this time. It was faint, but it was there. A crack in the grief. A sign of life.

She stood and offered him her hand. “C’mon.”

“Where?”

“Nowhere big. Just outside. Fresh air. Walk a bit. We can avoid the crowd.”

He took it.

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Evening

They sat on a quiet bench in a grassy corner behind the venue lot, where most people wouldn’t think to look. The hum of Raw happening inside the arena was distant. Just sound and vibration. Not pain. Not pressure.

Cody sat beside Y/N in silence, watching the sun set behind a nearby building. The sky turned orange and pink peaceful, like a painting.

“Do you think they’ll forget about me?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she said without hesitation. “You left a mark. One match won’t erase that.”

He nodded slowly. “Part of me feels like I have to disappear for a while. Just… go off the map.”

She turned to face him fully. “If that’s what you need, we’ll go. Anywhere you want. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.”

He looked at her, tears rising again.

“I don’t deserve that kind of love.”

“You do,” she whispered. “And I’m going to keep reminding you until you believe it.”

He broke again. Softer this time. No sobs. Just tears sliding down his cheeks as he nodded and leaned into her shoulder.

And she held him, just like she had the night before. Not trying to fix him. Not trying to rush the healing. Just being there, unwavering.

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That night, they didn’t watch Raw. They stayed on the bus, cooked a simple dinner, and curled up under a blanket. Y/N read him some of the fan tweets. The kind messages. The photos. The ones that said, “We believe in you.”

And for the first time in 24 hours… Cody smiled without sadness.

The loss still hurt. The title was still gone. The story was unfinished.

But maybe it wasn’t over.

Not yet.

And when it was time when he could breathe again he’d rise.

And this time, he wouldn’t be alone.

[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.”

[eringobragh420]

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➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 likes coming home—or to the hotel room, or the bus—to find you waiting for him. Naked. Ready to be used any way he sees fit. You change your position and location often—on the bed in the master, on your knees in the living room, splayed across the dining table. You’re his favorite surprise.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 drags the golden chain from his vest down your nude body—between your breasts, dipping into your belly button, and he licks his perfect lips when the jewelry slips along your glistening folds.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 never even considered cockwarming until he met you. Now it’s all he thinks about. Making you sit on his lap, thick cock buried so far in your cunt he’s positive it’s entered your stomach, and you’re not permitted to move, not allowed to distract him as he peruses schedules and itineraries, signs contracts and even makes business calls. You always fail—hips swiveling, pussy clenching, cumming without even realizing it was about to happen—and maybe that’s his goal. Because then you try extra hard next time.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 cums a lot. You have to swallow twice—three times if he’s been gone for an extended period of time—when he shoots in your mouth. His facials are literal showers. And his load starts leaking out of your pussy before he’s even finished giving it to you.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 keeps your panties in his pocket. Pants pocket, suit jacket pocket, vest pocket. During interviews, meet-and-greets, even while he’s in front of tens of thousands of people cutting a heartfelt promo. You’re always with him.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 is a voyeur. He’ll sit in the chair a few feet from the bed, puffing on a King of Denmark cigar, lazily massaging the lump in his pants as your fingers slip and slide along your exposed clit, as they pinch your nipples and fondle your breasts. A cigar that costs almost $5,000—he purchases ten at a time, along with the $9,000 humidor to keep them in—bought for the sole purpose of enjoying while watching you make yourself cum, his name on your lips.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 likes you to wear plugs or toys when you’re out with friends. Sometimes during work. He’ll squeeze a cute, bejeweled plug into your ass before you head out to dinner—watching you squirm and roll your hips to find a comfortable position. Or if there’s a function that might keep the two of you apart and engaged with other people, he’ll instruct you to insert a toy in your pussy that he can control via an app on his phone. From across the room, with the tap of a button, your cunt will flutter to life, and Cody smirks as he sips his drink, watching you fidget against the secret vibrations.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 has a dacryphilia kink. He’ll intentionally hurt you—spank your thighs a little too hard, choke you a little too tightly, bury his thick cock in your ass too soon—so he can hear you weep, so he can press his forehead to yours and watch with electrified eyes as tears drip down your cheeks. And then he apologizes, lying through his perfect teeth that he didn’t mean to, that he got carried away, that he won’t do it again. You believe him every time, willingly or otherwise, and he breaks his promise. Every time.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 has a Sir Mode and a Daddy Mode in the bedroom and there’s no in-between. Sir is usually the one who comes home after a particularly trying or dissatisfying—to put it lightly���night at work. Sir demands obedience from you, respect, adoration. Sir doesn’t smile, or laugh. Sir takes what he wants from his filthy little slut. Daddy, on the other hand, encourages your bratty side. Daddy wants the back talk, and hearing you giggle at the playful, “punishing” swats to your ass. Daddy loves to kiss you and tell you how pretty you are.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 wishes you didn’t want to watch his matches from the front row, but there’s not much he can do about it. He’s caught you biting your nails until they were nearly non-existent, crying (and not for any reason that he enjoys), clinging tightly to whichever unfortunate friend you’d chosen to bring along that night. You’ve had to be physically restrained from jumping the barricade on more than one occasion, security threatening to move you to a different section altogether if you didn’t behave.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 remembers every holiday and every anniversary—first kiss, first date, first night spent together—and he showers you with extravagant gifts on each one. Diamonds, trips to tropical islands, a new wardrobe, front row tickets and backstage passes to your favorite artist.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 loves your thighs. His favorite hobby is watching you walk around in your underwear, his blue eyes mapping the backs of your thighs into the perfect swell of your ass. The lines above your thighs and below your hips—he thinks they’re called thighbrows—turn him into a savage. He has to touch them, play with them, kiss them, lick them.

➵  𝒞ℴ𝒹𝓎 is a cuddler. His heart soars when you crawl into his lap for nothing other than to be held—pressing your face into his neck, sighing dramatically. His smile is uncontrollable as you tuck yourself under his arm and wrap your own arms around his waist and simply hold him while you wait to board a plane, or in the moments before his music hits, or in the first class seats on a flight across the country.

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[trulyhisnightmare]

His Nightmare | C.Rhodes

Not my gif

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. 

[famousstatesmanbearroad]

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.

Last part | Next part: TBA

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[harmshake]

Featuring: Cody Rhodes x Fem Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, public naughtiness, and inspired by the #10 prompt. Word Count: 839

Happy reading! Read my other Cody stories here, if you'd like. ✨

Miss you already. 🥺

Your sweet words were accompanied with a photo that Cody didn't expect to see in the middle of the day, and especially not while in the middle of his one p.m. meeting with numerous WWE personnel flanking him. His phone should have been on silent or turned off, admittedly, so he could give Hunter and his creative team’s pitch his undivided attention, but Cody wasn't going to ignore a text from you—not one where you looked so gorgeous.

He couldn't see your face, actually, but you always looked beautiful to him. Even earlier this morning on his way out to work when he kissed your forehead after brushing away the flyaway curls on your face that escaped your bonnet as you adorably snored. You were clearly up and at it now…your face wasn't in view of the photo he'd taken a peek at, but your soft, brown thighs were, spread and revealing an even softer, pink pussy that glistened like you just touched yourself…your black nails glossy, and not just from the polish, as they still rested between your legs and gave away your morning activities.

Cody could hide his phone, swiftly placing it face down on the table before he stuffed it back into his navy suit jacket’s pocket, altogether, but he couldn't hide his reaction. His cheeks flushing slightly, his little cough to clear his throat, and his body fidgeting as he readjusted in his seat when he had been perfectly still prior.

“Excuse me…gonna use the men's room,” he uttered when a hush fell over the conference room as everyone was in the middle of turning pages in their company-issued project dossiers. Hunter barely looked up at him from behind his readers as he nodded and thankfully no one else blinked as he scurried out. And thank god he could mostly cover his reaction to your picture with that dossier he snuck into the restroom with him. That had to look odd to them, he was sure, but what was odder to him was that he couldn't control his reaction. He was a grown man at work hiding his erection by locking himself in a stall and taking a little breath to steady himself…and shoot down the intrusive thought that crept into his mind. 

Yet when he opened your message to respond to you, something to let you know what a very, very bad girl you were, the image of you all messy and satisfied after thinking of him urged him to do the same about you. Cody wanted to be ashamed to let the intrusive thought win but it felt too good…his face warmed up with another blush he could suddenly feel all over as its heat trickled through him at his own touch soothing over the hard bulge in his slacks before he softly gripped and tugged at it through the fabric.

He'd be quick…he had to be…they likely wouldn't continue the meeting considering they were discussing plans around his WrestleMania storyline. And with another lingering gaze at your enticing photo again…yeah, he'd be quick. He held his phone in his hand, his eyes feasting on you, and held himself in his other hand after he unzipped his pants and let himself free through the fly, that heat surging in his blood as his pulse quickened with every languid flick of his wrist. His silver Rolex jostled gently against his ivory cuff as Cody didn't bother to roll up his sleeve…he'd be quick, after all…

He leaned against the cool door of the stall to get comfortable and slightly rutted his hips out as he let a string of his spit fall from his lips to land on his brownish, pink, sensitive head. His blunt fingertips caressed over it to carefully work the glisten down the rest of his dick, and he was even more careful not to get any on his slacks as he bit his bottom lip to hold in a grunt. Cody wasn't one to do such vulgar things in public and he'd be damned if he let a moan slip in the echo chamber of the restroom, even if he was alone in it. But as that delicious heat began to seep into his soul as he stared at your photo and got himself closer to making a mess like you did when you fantasized about him…goddamn, you look so gorgeous with your legs wide open like that for him…his lips parted slightly as he breathed in a quiet hiss and let out a tiny, rasping groan.

And he wanted you to hear it…to see it. Wanted you to know you were responsible for what was seconds away from happening, his thumb shakily swiping across his phone screen after aiming the camera down to record another aching, little groan escaping him as his pleasure began to dribble from him and almost stain his leather loafers as it dripped to the tile floor.

Look what you made me do, baby. Just wait until I get home…I miss you more.

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One P.M. Meeting

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[jeysbvck]

you made a mark on me (a golden tattoo)

welp, here it is! cody has been my favourite wrestler since 2007/2008, and i NEVER thought i'd write a fic about him, but here we are! after mondays segment, i couldn't get this out of my mind and i hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!! please reblog & comment, they are really helpful & motivating to fic writers!

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warnings; teasing in public, f receiving, m receiving, slight praise kink, p in v penetration, slight exhibitionism, jealous!cody (if i've missed anything please let me know!)

word count; 2.7k

summary; once again, teasing Cody works wonders.

Even from the other side of the room, you could feel those blue eyes on you, staring so hard you were sure you'd find a burn mark on your cheek when you looked in a mirror. You leaned your elbow on the bar, twirling a piece of hair around your finger as you half listened to Damian; giggling and playfully slapping his arm or chest at the right times. You could barely pay attention to Damian. All you could think about was Cody and how he was reacting to the very obvious flirting happening. You could picture his face clearly in your mind; the way his usually soft gaze would be hardened watching the scene play out, the way he'd be clenching his jaw or biting the inside of his cheek; waiting for the moment he could drag you away without causing suspicion.

The moment came sooner than anticipated when Dom dragged Damian away to rejoin the rest of The Judgement Day in the booth they'd occupied all night. You looked around the room, searching for Cody, but when you couldn't find him, you opted to join Sami and Jey, who were waving at you wildly. Before you could, someone came up behind you, and their hand gripped your bicep tightly.

"I know what you're doing," Cody said, his voice low in your ear.

You craned your neck so you could smile up at Cody. "What? I was just having a very lovely conversation with Damian." You said innocently.

Cody spun you around and glared down at you, his eyes looking brighter under the dim lights. "It won't work." He told you, and you tilted your head, pouting slightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You replied, batting your eyelashes, making Cody roll his neck. "You wanna dance?" You quickly asked before he could say anything else.

He glanced at the mass of people dancing and pulled a face. "We really shouldn't..."

"Come on, I was dancing with Jey earlier. It doesn't -"

"You were dancing with Jey?" He asked, his nostrils flaring as he narrowed his eyes. "Fine, let's dance." He conceded, unable to hide his jealousy as he pulled you to the dancefloor as you giggled.

You took advantage of the number of people on the dancefloor and pressed your body up against Cody while snaking your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your waist, and he raised his eyebrow, to which you shrugged, a smile dancing on your lips. "Sorry." You mouthed, and he shook his head, unable to hide the smile. "You're terrible." He replied, making you grin.

"Oh, you know you love it." You said, massaging the back of his neck with your fingertips, just like you did when you were curled up in bed together. Being this close to him was driving you wild, and if you couldn't touch him the way you truly wanted to, you'd revel in driving him just as wild.

You pushed your pussy into Cody's bulge as you danced, and his grip on your hips tightened. "Don't tease me," He warned, his voice almost a growl. "I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."

You lifted yourself onto your toes and whispered in Codys' ear, your breasts pushing against his chest. "Who's asking you to control yourself? You could just let go."

Your breath on his neck and your scent in his nostrils was intoxicating. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled through his nose; a futile attempt to control the effect you were having on him. His hands made the journey from your hips to your ass and you glanced around the room, thankful that nobody was paying any attention to the two of you. Considering neither of you was ready for people to know about the two of you, you were playing a very dangerous game. Teasing each other and flirting around other people, stealing kisses and secret moments in crowded rooms, sneaking into each other's hotel rooms or onto Cody's bus; it was all so thrilling, and it was a miracle nobody had caught onto the two of you.

"Baby, you gotta stop." He groaned, squeezing your ass. "You're killing me."

Your eyebrow arched upwards, followed by a smirk. "You want me to stop?" You questioned, slipping your hand in between your bodies, sliding your hand down his shirt until you stopped at his belt buckle. "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want."

Cody dropped his head onto your shoulder, a low, almost animalistic sound emitting from his throat. He rutted against you, nipping at your neck as he did, the action making your pussy throb as you caught a moan in your throat. Before you could move your hand lower, Cody promptly grabbed your wrist.

"How about we continue this somewhere more private?" Cody said into your ear. He'd posed it as a question, but it wasn't intended as one— which was apparent when he didn't wait for your answer and practically dragged you out of the main party room and through the hotel lobby.

With his hand on the small of your back, he pushed you through the doors, the cold night air pinching your naked arms. Cody guided you around the corner, and before you knew it, you were up against the wall, his lips attaching to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocated the kiss, tongues wrapping around each other; both moaning in harmony as he fondled your breasts over your dress. You unbuckled the belt and popped the button open, and when he bit down on your lip, you grinned. You tried to slip your hand into his boxers, ready to feel his cock in your hand, but Cody pulled away, breathless.

"Not here." He said, lacing his fingers around yours. You walked hand in hand across the parking lot, towards where trees lined the edge of the lot. The closer you got, the more you noticed the large outline of Codys' bus, hidden in the shadows of the trees, tucked away from the moonlight. 

"You brought your bus here?" You laughed. "You couldn't use the car?"

Cody unlocked the door and ushered you up the steps. "It's a good thing I didn't, isn't it? I knew you'd try something." He teased, slapping your ass lightly. You turned to face him.

"I knew it'd work." You said, reciprocating the soft smile he sent your way as the lock clicked. He took a few steps towards you, his eyes boring into your soul. They were mesmerising, like two oceans you were certain to drown in, and you wouldn't mind a single bit if you did.

"Of course, it worked," Cody said softly. "It'll always work."

You couldn't wait any longer. You pulled Cody towards you by his tie, your lips smashing together forcefully, his fingers tangled in your hair as he tugged slightly, deepening the kiss. He was like a drug you were addicted to, one that you'd never want to give up.

Cody spun you around and slowly unzipped your dress, peppering your naked back with kisses. The black, velvet number fell to the floor, and you turned to face him, standing in just your heels and black panties. He took a step back and carefully studied you like he was looking at his favourite work of art. He grinned and licked his lips as he arched his eyebrow.

"Get on the bed." He ordered. You stepped backwards until your legs hit the edge of the small bed, and you lowered yourself down, the mattress dipping under your weight. Cody pulled at his tie until it loosened and unbuttoned his shirt, smirking at you as he did.

He stood in front of you, his trousers still open from the make-out session outside, and you maintained eye contact as you pushed them and his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock from its restraints. Cody's tongue poked out of between his teeth as he smirked, his eyes dark as he flicked his thumb across your bottom lip before he lined his cock up against your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out just enough for it to brush the tip, the simple action making Cody buck his hips. You opened your mouth wider, taking as much of Cody's cock as you could. His hand bundled your hair into a ponytail and as you closed your mouth around him, a groan left his lips as he pulled on your hair, throwing his head back. You dragged your tongue up the underside of his cock, the sensation making it twitch in your mouth. You flicked the tip before curling your tongue around it,and you grasped the base of him, taking a moment to look up at him while you pleasured him.

Cody's eyes were glazed over, profanities spilling from him while he guided your head and fucked your mouth. You loved the noises he made, loved the look on his face whenever you were together. He was usually so calm and collected, so to be the one who made him lose control, to fall apart because of you, it made you feel incredibly powerful and confident; something you didn't have much experience with until you met Cody.

He found himself in a rhythm— one that you wanted to disrupt and so you rolled his balls in your hands, massaging them gently as you took the rest of his cock, choking slightly as the tip hit the back of your throat. The noise Cody made was sinful, and you weren't sure you could be any more turned on until you looked up at him through teary eyes. The sweat was beading around his hairline, his teeth almost biting through his lip as he grunted and thrust into your face.

You wrapped your tongue around his cock and he forcefully pushed your head into him before he couldn't take anymore. He tugged you off by your hair, a Pop! echoing out around the bus. You watched him lean towards you and you crawled up the bed slightly, until Cody was leering over you, his eyes full of lust. He wiped your wet cheeks with his thumbs and kissed you; so much passion in the soft and tender embrace. The longer the kiss went on, the more fierce it became, and your back hit the soft sheets, bringing Cody down with you. His mouth followed a path, planting little butterfly kisses down your jawline, your neck, down to your cleavage  — where he latched onto your breast, sucking and biting as your hands ran down his shoulders, fingertips scratching his back. His mouth then continued its journey down your sternum to your stomach while his hand caressed your breast and rolled your nipple with his fingers. 

Cody hooked his thumbs under your underwear line and ripped them clean from your body. He threw them over his shoulder and held your hips down with one arm, his other hand snaking back up to your throat. He flattened his tongue against your slit and slowly dragged it up your cunt, beginning his feast.

Your hands grabbed the back of his head, and you attempted to buck your hips, but his arm wouldn't let you. "Ohhhh, Cody," you whimpered through little gasps, "feels so fucking good!"

You felt him smile against your thigh as he kissed along the insides before burying his face back into you. "You're such a good girl." He said. "You're my good girl." He said, before flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips bucked again, and his grip on your throat tightened as did the grip on your hips. Cody was great at everything he did, he had that Midas touch, but he was incredible at making you feel amazing.

You squeaked as he pushed his tongue into your entrance, releasing your throat so he could caress your clit with his thumb as he fucked you with his tongue. You writhed underneath him as much as he'd allow, pushing his head deeper into your cunt, gripping your thighs against his head, unintelligible sounds leaving your throat as your toes curled.

"Co-Cody, please! I'm gonna cum!" You gasped. He chuckled, picking up the pace and your moans got louder. You were certain that everyone in the hotel would be able to hear you, and that the bus would no longer be hidden from everyone— but you didn't care one bit.

You came undone in seconds, and Cody released your hips from his grasp so you could ride his face, his name spilling out of your mouth. His kept working as you rode the wave of your orgasm and when he came up for air, you giggled breathlessly.

Cody climbed up your body like a lion hunting its prey. He needed to be inside you, to feel your walls clench tight around him as he fucked you hard. He rubbed his cock against your slit, sliding it between your lips, without penetrating. You wrapped your legs around him, attempting to pull him closer to you, trying to force him to give you what you craved. He laughed, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth and rubbed your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Cody, please -" You whined, your heels digging into his ass cheeks.

"Use your words, baby."

"Cody- I want your-" His tip teased your cunt again and you groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Cody, please fu-fuck m- ohhh ffuck!"

He slammed into you, guttural groans passing through his lips at the euphoric sensation. He would never tire of any of this— of being inside you, making you scream his name and lose control at the slightest touch. He loved feeling your body underneath him or on top of him. Even the smallest of gestures; the slightest touch of your pinky fingers secretly interlocking around people and his favourite— when you placed your palm on his cheek before a match, a little good luck ritual you'd implemented long ago. He would never get enough of the sparks that coursed through his veins when you touched.

His pace quickened when your walls clenched around him. Your moans echoed around the room, in harmony once again, and as another orgasm reached its peak, your arms reached around Cody's neck and pulled toward you, pressing your lips together. The kiss was messy and toothy, and he interlaced your fingers together, sending his free hand between your bodies, his finger circling your clit. You quickly became unglued and your head thrashed against the bed, screaming Cody's name, just the way he liked; as Cody reached his own orgasm, his mouth found your neck, biting down hard before he lapped at the skin with his tongue.

He dropped his body onto you, and you wrapped your arms around his back, enjoying the weight of him on top of you. He nuzzled his head into your neck, pulling the sheets over the both of you, and you closed your eyes, feeling content. With his chest on yours, your heartbeats combined, like your two hearts were one. There were so many reasons for you to go public with your relationship, to let people in on your secret. You wanted to scream from the rooftops about how lucky you were to be the one Cody Rhodes wanted to be with. But you also wanted to stay in your bubble, in your own world where it was just the two of you, nobody else mattered, or even existed.

Cody lifted his head off your chest and leaned onto his elbow, tilting his head as he grinned at you. "You okay?" He asked and you turned to face him, reaching your hand up and placing your palm on his cheek, smiling at the beautiful man with the hearts in his eyes that were for you, and only you.

"I'm starving." You whispered, grinning at him. He rolled onto his back, reaching for a phone that was on the bedside cabinet. He settled back onto the bed, and you found your usual space on his chest. "What do you fancy?"

"Apart from you?" You asked, tracing circles around his chest. Cody laughed loudly, and you grinned wider. "Chinese."

"Whatever you want, you shall receive." Cody replied, making you blush. "Yeah?" You asked, and he nodded, planting his lips on your forehead softly.

"Of course. Always."

[onlyangel4]

slip of the tongue. cody rhodes. smau.

cody rhodes x tattoo artist wife!reader

synopsis: after a slip of the tongue the wrestling community is shocked to find out that cody has a family, but there had been clues all along.

faceclaim: ryan ashley malarkey

author's note: please can we pretend the dogs are the same colour, plz and thank you

2020

y/ntattoos

liked by americannightmarecody, y/bff, user1 and 430,291 others

tagged: americannightmarecody

y/ntattoos: now that this tattoo has been revealed to the world i can tell you all that i am the one that defaced the american nightmare's neck. the last photo is evidence of how stressed i was that day.

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americannightmarecody: you had no reason to be stressed

y/ntattoos: i was tattooing a public figures neck, i was shitting myself

y/bff: i remember getting a stressed facetime call from you

y/ntattoos: i think i cried

user1: ever since i saw this i have been searching for the artist

user2: my worlds have collided, i have been following you since you tattooed harry styles

user3: i would stressed too you did so well!

americannightmarecody posted a story tagging y/ntattoos

written: glad you all like the tattoo, y/n did a great job

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2021

y/ntattoos posted a story tagging heavenlycafeatl

written: people always ask me how i get through a whole day tattooing, truth is i get this kiwi lime redbull from the same cafe every single day, if you are ever in atlanta you need to try it.

americannightmarecody posted a story tagging heavenlycafeatl

written: being in this neck of the woods means my favourite breakfast place ever

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2022

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: guys i'm a mother now

americannightmarecody

liked by samizayn, y/ntattoos, rhearipley and 1,009,112 others

americannightmarecody: everyone meet hawk

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rhearipley: i need to meet him now

americannightmarecody: he will be coming on tour with me

user4: sir my ovaries are on fire

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user5: oh my god cody in his dad era

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user6: can i get this picture tattooed on the inside of my eyelids

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2023

y/ntattoos

liked by americannightmarecody, harrystyles, samizayn and 682,981 others

y/ntattoos: just a little life update, ever since i qualified as a tattoo artist 17 years ago i have been working non stop. and it has paid off, i co own jet black heart studios and i love my job. but that being said, i need a little break.

my books will be closing from june this year, i will be back, i just don't know when. i will still be helping y/bff run things behind the scenes but i am going to put my feet up and have an extended vacation, because god i need it.

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rhearipley: girl you deserve this break

user7: you have been working non stop, take as long as you need

user8: put those feet up girl

user9: gonna miss seeing those kickass tattoos but you deserve this break

wwe posted a story tagging americannightmarecody

written: following an injury sustained last night cody rhodes will not be attending any live events for the time being

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2024

americannightmarecody

liked by y/ntattoos, samizayn, cmpunk and 1,342,877 others

americannightmarecody: finished the story… but this isn’t my greatest chapter. ❤️

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samizayn: can't believe i was there for such a monumental moment

americannightmarecody: thank you for being there

cmpunk: the best to ever do it

y/ntattoos: so deserved

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user10: caption hinting that there is so much more to come from mister rhodes

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: i haven't stopped smiling all week

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2025

codyrhodesfan

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codyrhodesfan: guys what the actual fuck was that. for those that aren't watching live cody just made a massive slip.

he was doing a promo following the events at the elimination chamber calling out john cena.

"after what john cena, travis scott and the rock did to me i can barely recognise myself, people have been asking me what happened, people have been so worried about me, my children- shit", he started laughing shaking his head, "well yeah my children don't recognise me".

he finished the promo but it was obvious that he was stressed about what he had said, he was pictured on a phonecall out the back of the arena.

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user11: CHILDREN plural

user12: baby momma gonna kill him tonight

user13: this man has a whole ass family and we just assumed that he was single

user14: my jaw dropped as soon as i heard that

americannightmarecody

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americannightmarecody: so i fucked up, but now is a good time to introduce you to my beautiful wife y/n and our twins delilah and wyatt, the greatest chapter in my story.

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randyorton: i can finally talk about my god children

americannightmarecody: i'm still surprised you weren't the one to leak it

y/ntattoos: i love you (and your big mouth)

americannightmarecody: you wouldn't have me any other way

samizayn: oh how i wish i was there when y/n realised how bad you messed up

americannightmarecody: trust me, you don't

user15: twins! oh my god

user16: she is not what i imagined cody's wife to look like but she is so stunning

user17: i bet he is gassed he can finally show off his hot tattooed wife

[wherescody]

back marks

Cody Rhodes stood in front of the mirror in his locker room, rolling his shoulders and wincing slightly. His back was a patchwork of faint red marks, standing out against the usual bruises from training and matches. He smirked to himself. If only the WWE Universe knew the real reason behind them.

"Yo, Cody, you ready?" a voice called from the hallway.

"Yeah, be right there!" he replied, shaking his head as he grabbed his ring jacket.

Just then, YN peeked into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto his back. Her face turned pink. "Oh my gosh… Cody."

He turned with an amused expression. "What?"

She rushed in, grabbing his arm and turning him toward her. "What? Look at you! Your back looks like you wrestled a wild animal!"

Cody chuckled. "Technically, I did—and I lost." He winked, making her groan and bury her face in her hands.

"This is so embarrassing," she muttered.

Cody gently pulled her hands away, grinning. "Hey, don’t be shy now. You weren’t exactly holding back last night."

YN swatted at his chest. "Stop!"

He laughed, leaning in. "I kinda like it, you know."

She blinked. "The marks?"

Cody nodded. "Yeah. They’re proof that you’re my toughest opponent." His voice was teasing but warm.

YN groaned, hiding her face again. "You’re gonna be the end of me."

Cody pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Nah. But you are gonna be the reason I wrestle tonight with some extra battle scars."

Before she could protest, the PA system blared: "Cody Rhodes, to gorilla position. You're up next!"

Cody slung his weight belt over his shoulder, starting toward the door but pausing to glance back at her. She was still standing there, chewing her lip, looking equal parts flustered and guilty.

He smirked. "Don’t worry, babe. I’ll handle my opponent… and later, you can help me recover."

And with that, he walked out, leaving YN standing there, heart racing and face burning.

Yeah… she was definitely in trouble.

YN paced Cody's locker room, nervously biting her nail as the Monday Night Raw main event played on the monitor. Every slap, every suplex, every brutal landing made her wince.

Especially when Seth Rollins, ever the opportunist, noticed Cody’s back.

"Ohhh, what happened there?" Corey Graves' voice rang out on commentary. "Looks like Cody went through a war before he even stepped in the ring!"

YN nearly died on the spot.

"Oh my gosh," she whispered.

As if things couldn’t get worse, Seth pointed at Cody’s back mid-match and smirked. Then, in classic Rollins fashion, he dramatically ran his fingers across the scratches.

Cody let out a grunt of pain but powered through, eventually hitting Cross Rhodes for the win. The second the bell rang, YN rushed toward the curtain, ready to check on him.

When he finally stepped through, sweaty and exhausted, she was already fussing. "Are you okay?! Did that hurt?!"

Cody blinked at her, then laughed. "That? Babe, I get hit with steel steps for a living. A few love taps aren’t gonna break me."

She groaned. "Cody, they talked about your back on commentary."

He smirked. "Oh, I heard."

YN’s face burned. "I hate you."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "No, you don’t. But I do need a shower. Care to keep me company?"

She gasped, shoving him playfully. "You just wrestled a whole match. I’m not coming near you until you wash off all that sweat."

He smirked, leaning in. "That’s fine… but just so you know, once I do get cleaned up, I might just have to return the favor."

YN’s heart nearly stopped.

Cody winked, grabbed his towel, and headed toward the showers, leaving her standing there, flustered beyond belief.

She was so in trouble.

YN sat on the hotel bed, hugging a pillow to her chest as she replayed the events of the night over and over.

Cody’s scratched-up back on full display. Seth Rollins mocking him in the ring. The commentary team making it worse for millions to hear.

She groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "So embarrassing…"

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and there stood Cody Rhodes—fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, steam rolling behind him. His damp blond hair curled slightly, and a knowing smirk played at his lips as he rubbed his neck.

"So, wanna tell me why you’re pouting?"

YN peeked at him, still mortified. "Because I basically exposed you to the entire WWE Universe!"

Cody chuckled, crossing his arms. "Babe, it’s not that deep." He took a step closer, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "If anything, I think it’s kinda funny."

YN groaned. "Cody, Seth Rollins saw them. Corey Graves saw them! The entire world saw them!"

Cody sat down beside her, leaning in. "And? Now everyone knows I have the toughest manager around."

YN’s breath caught in her throat.

Before she could respond, Cody gently took the pillow from her hands and tossed it aside. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he tilted her chin up.

"Though," he murmured, lips just inches from hers, "I think it’s only fair I win this round."

Her stomach flipped. "Cody…"

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he teased, brushing his nose against hers. "Shy now?"

Her heart pounded as he lightly tapped her nose with his finger, smirking.

"You left scratches," he whispered. "So maybe I should leave a little reminder, too."

YN let out a shaky breath, knowing full well she was so in for it.

And by the time the sun rose, she had a feeling Cody Rhodes would get his revenge.

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“There we go,” Roman touts, tugging on the tie—a tie Cody was wearing around his neck earlier in the night—now heavily knotted and imprisoning Cody’s wrists together behind his back. “Nice and tight.”

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” Cody says, flashing his baby blue eyes up at Roman. 

Roman grins, and the pity the Tribal Chief has for Cody is radiating off him in waves, hanging in the ether surrounding them. The Samoan rests a huge hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Oh, sure I do, Nightmare.” And now he’s mocking him. This is exactly what you wanted, except Roman’s humiliation and degradation is supposed to be directed at you, not your boyfriend. 

You can’t help the way it raises your temperature, though—Cody’s the Undisputed Champion, a title he took from Roman, and to watch him sit there and allow Roman to treat him this way for you? You’re both turned on and appreciative, never having imagined a situation where your boyfriend would allow you to be dominated by another man. 

Roman squats beside Cody, squeezing his shoulder, and Cody’s jaw clenches. “Because when you see the absolute whore I turn your girlfriend into tonight … you’re not gonna like me very much.” 

Cody inhales deeply through his nostrils, stoney gaze rising to meet yours. It’s impossible to read his expression—does he want to stop?—so you make the quick and easy choice to continue with Roman, expecting Cody to voice his displeasure if things get out of hand for him. A safe word had been agreed upon when you’d all three sat down to discuss what exactly this night would entail, because while Roman practically giggled at the thought of dominating Cody Rhodes’s girlfriend, he was meticulous in making sure limits and boundaries were well-defined. Your cheeks burned as you’d explained the kind of experience you desired, Roman’s pupils growing and growing until they consumed his beautiful irises, and he’d quickly assented. Cody’s only stipulation? He wanted you to have the time of your life because it’s never gonna fucking happen again, he’d asserted, adding that no mention would ever be made of the night you would spend together, to which you and Roman had acquiesced.

“You’re not wrong,” Cody admits, still glowering at you.

Roman nods slowly, thick lips pursed, and he raises his hand in your direction, curling his long fingers, his attention still focused solely on Cody. You don’t know what Roman has in mind, but you can only guess it’s gonna piss off Cody. Still you stand from the bed, straightening your skirt, and slowly close the space between you and the sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life. Roman points a finger at the floor, still examining Cody’s reaction closely, and you descend to your knees, equidistant between the Tribal Chief and the American Nightmare. After a moment, Roman rises to his full height, eclipsing you and Cody, and he finally sets his sights on you. His rough fingers glide from your cheek to the back of your head, and you allow your face to be pressed into his crotch. The sweatpants he’s wearing are soft and warm, and you can smell detergent, but most importantly, you can smell Roman. You breathe in his scent, not very quietly, as he rubs your face across his balls and hardening cock.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Roman asks.

You look up at him, wide eyes bright and innocent, and you recall a certain condition Roman had added. “Yes, Daddy.” Cody’s never cared for your daddy kink, or your desire to be used like a whore, but he loves you so much, he’s willing to let you call another man daddy, and he’s willing to let that man have his way with you. Fuck, you love him so much, but Roman Reigns’s solid bulge has your heart right now. 

“That’s a sweet girl,” Roman praises, suddenly beaming down at you. “Let’s see what we can do to change all that,” he sneers. He pushes you away—you barely catch yourself from falling completely backward—so he can lower his pants, an impressive piece of weaponry springing free, and you’d be embarrassed by your blatant gaping if you noticed anything other than Roman’s thick dick. He grabs your chin suddenly and pulls, and you’re off-balance again, knees shuffling forward, hand landing on one of Cody’s meaty thighs to stabilize yourself. “Now look at your pussy boyfriend—” Your eyes slide sideways to meet Cody’s, anticipating scorched earth in his gaze, but those once lightning-colored irises are consumed with desire and impatience, and your pussy clenches. “—and open your fuckin’ mouth.”

The velvety, weeping head of Roman’s cock slips past your lips, and you can feel every vein and throb as he continues on until he crashes into the back of your throat. He has no interest in allowing you time to get used to him, nor does he give you a few attempts at swallowing him whole like Cody does, because that’s not what he’s for. He’s here to give you what Cody can’t. Tears spring in your sparkling eyes as you continue watching the American Nightmare as he watches you willfully allow Roman Reigns to assault your throat. Roman’s hand slides under your jaw and along your neck so he can feel the outline of his dick as it pumps in and out, opposite hand cupping the back of your head, and now he’s fucking your face exactly the way you’ve needed it for so long. Your grip tightens on Cody’s solid thigh, and a small groan vibrates your chest when the muscle flexes under your hand.

You lose all sense of time and your surroundings, losing yourself in the filthy, reckless way Roman is using your mouth for his pleasure. Your mouth, chin, and neck are sparkling from the thick coat of slobber and spit and desperation the Tribal Chief has easily pulled from you. Your knees burn and ache, throat throbbing from the repetitive intrusion, until suddenly Roman is gone and you’re empty and abandoned. Already used and nearly depleted, you topple onto Cody’s lap as you struggle to catch your breath. This is the first time you see that, not only did you drool all over yourself, but there’s a noticeable, slick stain on Cody’s pant leg.

“Babe,” Cody starts.

Roman fists his hand in your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your ruined face to the love of your life. “Tell this little bitch this is exactly what you wanted, whore,” he demands. 

Your lips pull back from your teeth as your scalp screams. “This is what I wanted,” you breathe. You try not to lay it on too heavy just how badly you’ve wanted this to spare Cody’s feelings.

“Good. Now take your clothes off.”

You know better than to question anything. “Yes, Daddy.” Climbing to your feet, you begin to disrobe in front of and in close proximity to both men. Having two sets of eyes on you at the same time is erotic and a bit nerve-wracking, but you’re eventually nude as the day you were born, unsure of what exactly to do with your hands. Cody’s eyes take a familiar route from the top of your head to your toes and back again. The lump in his pants now promises to bust the zipper. You wonder if maybe you’ll get the opportunity to do this again with such a reaction from your boyfriend. 

Roman’s hands slide along your sides, one headed south, the other north, and he presses his now bare, ample chest to your back. Just like when he shoved his cock down your throat, he gives no warning before sinking his fingers inside your folds, bypassing your clit, and then inserting two of those fingers deep within your cunt. You cry out, clutching that sinewy arm. He scissors those fingers, and his free arm has to hold you up when your knees buckle. His dark chuckle is both audible and physical, and he doesn’t hold you steady for very long before his hand is back in your hair and he’s pulling and positioning until you’re chin is on your shoulder and your eyes are locked in the penitentiary that is Roman’s lewd leer. He orders you again to open your mouth, adding that you stick your tongue out, and this time Roman’s eyes meet Cody’s before he spits directly on your displayed tongue.

“Swallow,” he commands, and you eagerly obey. There’s no hiding how bad you want this anymore, especially not with Roman’s deft fingers still working your pussy. But then his fingers are gone, and your disappointment is evident by the whine escaping your throat. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.” Turning, Roman smacks your ass so hard you imagine this is what it feels like when he slaps someone in the ring. Ignoring the urge to massage the tender flesh, you crawl onto the bed, and since there was no direction, you decide to align with the bed, putting your body on display from the side. Taking the initiative, you arch your back and throw your hair to one side before looking at them, smirking at their similar goddamn expressions.

“I’m not sure how Hunter landed on such a pussy for a world champion,” Roman says matter-of-factly, still looking at you. Cody’s eyes are also on you until Roman makes his comment, and then they’re rolling and his brows are arching, and you try not to question why this is turning you on so much. “I mean, you got this fine ass woman that just wants you to treat her like whores are supposed to be treated, and you can’t even get that done. It’s a damn shame, really.” Roman steps forward so he’s standing beside Cody, stroking his cock that’s still coated in your slobber, and Cody squirms, averting his gaze to anywhere else. “But don’t you worry, Nightmare. I’ma take real good care of your woman.” A nanosecond passes, and Roman snorts and bursts into giggles. “I’m just fuckin’ with you.” The hilarity is gone instantly, replaced with a feral beast, a predator, and you are his prey. “I’ma make sure this bitch can’t walk for at least a month.”

Your heart hammers against its cage as Roman stalks you. His hands snatch your hips and jerk you and the blankets down to the foot of the bed, and then he presses his hand to your lower back, and it takes you a moment to figure out what he wants. You slide your knees further apart, sinking lower, shaping your ass, and Roman smacks each cheek, watching your skin ripple.

“Acknowledge me, whore,” he growls, rubbing the head of his cock along your dripping slit. 

“I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief,” you reply breathlessly, adding, “I acknowledge you, Daddy,” unsure of which response he’s looking for.

“More. Look at that pitiful little boy and give me more.”

Casting your hooded eyes in Cody’s direction, you bite your bottom lip. Cody’s cheeks are firetruck red, his biceps are flexed, swelling his veins, and it’s honestly a toss-up over whether or not he’s incredibly turned on or immeasurably furious. You can’t bring yourself to care. Not now. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” you sigh, “fuck me like the whore I am.” A hard slap to your ass, jarring your body, and you squeal. “Fuck me like he can’t, Daddy. Please?” You’re shrill now, embarrassing yourself.

Roman impales you on his rigid dick, and you collapse to your face as your tight cunt struggles to accommodate his size. Hand in your hair, he yanks, bowing your back further than you thought possible, and he begins a steady, mildly painful rhythm, but fuck, this is exactly what you needed. A man to fuck you without regard for your pleasure, to use you to his heart’s desire and essentially throw you away when he’s finished. You’re not about to delve into the reasons you’re wet as hell from all the insults thrown Cody’s way, but it’s doing something to you, and that slick is now sliding down your thighs in tiny tributaries.

“You know what else whores like?” Roman asks. His fingers bury themselves in your folds, and you cry out in both pleasure and surprise, but they don’t stay long, and his reasoning for doing it in the first place is instantly revealed. He circles a wet finger around your asshole, and a growl emanates from deep in your chest. Roman laughs. “Told you. If this bitch could have three Tribal Chief cocks inside her at the same time, she would, wouldn’t you, bitch?”

“Fuck yes, my Tribal Chief. I wish you could use all my holes.”

Roman dips his thumb inside your ass, and your orgasm tears through you like a bull in a China shop, both holes clenching around Roman. “Fuck, that’s it, slut. Milk my fuckin’ cock.” He pounds into you for several moments, pumping his thumb in and out at a different pace, and soon he’s roaring like the king of the fucking jungle. He pulls out without warning, and you feel the hot ropes of cum as they land all over your ass, back, and you think it might’ve even hit your hair. “Fuck,” he sighs sensationally. “Made a mess on your woman.” Slowly folding into a more comfortable position, you look over your shoulder as Roman tucks himself away and picks his shirt up from the floor. “Make yourself useful and clean that up for me, would ya?” he says to Cody, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, champ.”

[caramelcleopatraa]

I'mma need some more Cody from you...

Finding out what turns each other on

His turn on: watching you dance

He didn’t realize how much you liked to dance until he watched you cook. He sat at the marble island, tapping endlessly into his computer and caught a glimpse of you moving your hips to the beginning of “Big Mama” by Latto. Holding your hands above your head and creating a figure 8 with your hips while keeping an eye on the food sizzling on the hot pan. While he had his eyes on you. Observing your body move to the music, completely forgetting about his business on his computer. He kept watch as your hands dragged down your hair, to your shoulders, to your hips. Sadly, you stopped to check on the food. But the tightness in his jeans told him he wasn't done seeing you dance.

“Honey, are you about done with the food?” You look back at him and answer, “Yeah, why?”

“I want you to dance for me.”

Your turn on: him wearing cowboy hats

It was hot and humid. You sat in an open chair under an umbrella watching Cody from a distance. You told him that you were hungry, so you left him to get a plate of food while he continued line dancing. You scraped at the plate, picking up a hefty scoop of food and found Cody with his shirt off, and a white cowboy hat on. His body glistened in the sunlight and his face was shaded from the broad hat. You watched him as he bit his lip, dancing with the crowd of people that formed around him. How he got that hat? Hell if you know, but God did he look good with it on. After a few minutes, he stopped dancing, making his way to you, spotting an empty char next to you. He sat down, panting with his hands resting on the buckle of his brown leather belt.

“When did you get that hat?” 

He looked at you, smiled, and pointed to the snow white hat. “Some random person gave it to me. Said I can keep it.” You tilted your head while looking him up and down.

“Keep that hat on when we get home.”

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[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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I am usually shy and don't like requsting stuff but.....

Imma just leave this here....

Oh, angel. For you, it's a done deal. 😘💗

Gear

Cody Rhodes x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, fluff, and smut | 2,099 words

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The excitement buzzing through the bedroom could likely be felt down the hallways of the hotel, each corner, wall, and floorboard reverberating with that palpable joy for what was to come once you and Cody left it.

Only four hours to go. Four hours to get ready and head out to the Lincoln Financial Field. Fours until WrestleMania began where your husband, Cody, would grace the squared circle and become the new Undisputed WWE Universal Champion. 

You could see his excitement marking his adorable cheeks a light pink as they balled up from a dazzling smile. He stood in the bathroom, half-hiding behind the door he held onto as he was getting dressed, his bare, muscular shoulders and pecs peeking at you as did he with that smile.

"You ready to see the gear of a champion?" Cody called out to you as you sat on the bed, already dressed in your turtleneck dress as you pulled on your knee-high boots to kick away the Philly chill.

"Hell yes. You've kept it a secret long enough, babe," you remarked, thinking of how he usually showed you his new gear even in its design stages on the pages of a notebook. That let you know this outfit was one he knew would surprise you with its grandeur. Cody nodded once with a cute smirk before he closed the door for a few seconds, opening it and strolling out in his jacket, tights, and boots, deep hues of red, white, and blue with luminous gold accents such as the American eagle adorning the broad shoulders. His pretty, cobalt eyes wrinkled with that handsome smile of his again as he strutted towards you with his hands out and did a quick spin that made his jacket tail flit through the air. He made you smile, too, with pride before you felt tears sting your eyes to see him so regal and opulent—and you couldn't wait to see the big gold around his waist to match.

"Let me guess. You hate it?" Cody teased before he noticed you wipe at your eyes with your sleeve. He came closer to you and slid his big hands onto your cheeks to tilt your face up at him as he gazed down at you with concern turning down his pink lips. "What's wrong, baby?" 

"Nothing. These are happy tears, I swear," you piped up as his wide thumbs brushed your cheeks, his right one catching a tear as it slipped down your skin. You were telling the truth as you felt nothing but pure elation to see your husband who busted his ass for years week in and week out finally earn the opportunity to be the face of a company that he—and Roman Reigns, respectively—carried on his back already. You added with a sniffle, "Just can't wait to see you looking good like this out there tonight when you win."

"Don't think I've ever made you cry because I looked too good," Cody laughed quietly and made you giggle, too, before he bent over to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "God, you're precious. You know that?"

"If you say so," you replied with your hands covering his still holding your face as you rested your head on his warm, slightly hairy abs exposed in his open jacket.

"I do," Cody reminded you with one more kiss atop your hair before he carefully pulled away to retreat backward to the bathroom with a sneaky grin. "Ah. I forgot...there's one more part of my gear I want to show you."

One of your arched eyebrows raised at him as he disappeared into the bathroom once more with the door closed, hearing him rustle with something before seeing him emerge in a mask—a skull mask with an almost silver sheen, golden wings, and a patriotic, thorned crown.

You couldn't help the gasp that slipped out of you as it startled you, you never saw him wear something like it. But at the same time, a smile crept onto your lips when he approached you with his hands out again as his muffled voice chirped behind the mask, "Badass, right?"

"Wow, baby. Yeah, actually. Wow," you marveled as he stood between your thighs to let you run your hands up his chest until they cradled the mask. It was denser than you expected, almost like real bone, and smooth. You could see glimpses of his skin through the jaw and eye sockets, but you nearly couldn't see his eyes in the contours of it. Yet you knew Cody was looking right at you as you admired the details of his mask, your fingertips tracing along the grooves of teeth where his warm breath escaped through it to graze your skin. You shivered a bit from the feel and from his fingertips tracing along your spine.

"Wait. Is it badass or is it scary? Because you're shaking a little, sweetheart," Cody asked softly and made another shiver roll through you as he continued caressing your back. 

"Um...both. In a good way..." Your voice was just as soft, threatening to taper off with a little moan when he let his other set of long fingers wrap around your nape as your head fell back to study him looming over you looking menacing, charming, and seductive all at once. If your thighs weren't spread open to let him stand before you, you would have squeezed them shut as that shiver trickled down between them and into your panties. 

Cody studied you back for a moment like he felt it, too, and you heard the smirk in his voice when he said, "Yeah? Or maybe it's a third thing...maybe it's sexy."

His fingers that stroked up and down your spine began to stroke only down as he slowly made a trail from your lower back, your left hip, and to your thigh where those fingers gathered the hem of your dress to tug up. Your eyes followed his movements, watching as his fingers then traced your bare thigh, close to where his touch made you shiver and drip and mumble to him, "Maybe..."

He let out a deep yet light chuckle before you heard a sigh follow it as his fingertips followed the deep shade of magenta where your pink panties formed a damp spot. You sighed, too, as he gently pressed the pads of his pointer and middle fingers to that spot, your clit behind it that he nudged with small circles just enough to turn your sigh into an airy moan.

"I didn't anticipate you'd like my mask this much, darling," Cody moaned back to you when you couldn't resist putting your hands on him, as well. Your head was still leaning back on the palm of his hand as you gazed at one another, yet you didn't need to see his thick bulge to know where it was and feel it twitch when you ran your fingers across it.

"Hmm...you must like it, too," you goaded him with a tiny grin and another tiny moan when he slid his fingers into your panties to bury in your warm slick. The delicious way he swirled them on you with his thumb nudged back to your clit made it a bit difficult to focus your fingers on the hem of his snug pants you wanted to pull down. He moaned with you when you carefully caught and caressed his length in your hand as it bounced free after you finally rolled his pants and red boxer briefs to his thighs. Now you had to look and soak in how his pretty, brown-pink dick throbbed in your grasp, all hard, thick, and long with his round tip trying to spill his pre-cum onto your thumb.

"I like feeling how wet you get for m—unghhh, shit. Mm...I like that, too, baby," Cody grunted with a heavy breath when your tongue swiped along his slit to taste him before you pushed his length into your mouth altogether to taste all of him. You knew he could feel the moan vibrating in your throat as you suckled him into it—a moan that grew deeper as his fingers thrust deeper into your pussy—when he trembled on your tongue and tried to balance himself with his fingers entwining with the hair at the back of your head. 

Cody's moans grew just as deep as you wove your tongue around his shaft that stretched your lips around it, your drool from his yummy, savory taste dribbling from the corners of your mouth and down your chin as your wet dribbled from his knuckles that tapped at your sticky pussy lips with each thrust. He was trying to make you cum, you could feel it with his thumb fondling your tender and tingling clit and his fingertips lingering with unhurried taps on your g-spot. 

He would be successful and soon as you felt yourself clench around his diligent touch, heard your husky moans fill your ears, and saw a flash of his angelic eyes on you in his devilish skull mask as he encouraged you with a husky growl of his own, "You must want me to cum the way you're swallowing me...fffuck. Unhhh, I want you to cum. Please, sweetheart...I need to feel you cum on my fingers."

His grip on your hair tightened just a little to make you keep your eyes on his that leered beyond his mask as he flexed his fingers in you with sweet, short taps on your spot that began to flutter as you whined for him, from that swift and overwhelming rush of warm tingles that flooded your body. It felt damn good, just as good as it felt to feel your husband pulse in your throat a few minutes later with his hips flinching forward until his cute tuft of brown hair brushed your nose. His warm, slippery cum as it started to pump down your throat felt good, too, and his moans sounded good with your name laced throughout them as his deep voice floated from behind his mask once more.

"God, baby...look at you. Beautiful," Cody murmured with another breathy moan obscured by his mask. You wished you could see his beautiful face as he cherished yours that he messied with your saliva and his cum on his tip that smudged your lips once he pulled out. Yet you enjoyed seeing your husband look like a sexy nightmare come to life as he revered you. He took his time drawing his fingers from your wet warmth that still throbbed on them, placing his fingers on your lips to join his mess and compelling you to lick it off. You whimpered as he let you suck on his thick fingers and pouted when he pulled them away, only to whimper again at the lovely sight of him pushing his mask off to reveal his handsome face again and taste you on his fingers, too.

"Thought you would try that with that mask on," you teased and bit your lip when his gorgeous, blue eyes held yours.

"I considered it for a half second," Cody chuckled before he took a step back from you and let his eyes fall on your bosom in your dress. "Uh oh. Looks like you might need to change. I'm sorry, baby."

You glanced down to see where your combined love juices had dripped to your chest and left a nice, big, wet stain that you wouldn't attempt to dry when you both had to head out the door soon. You nonchalantly waved your hand in the air as you replied, "It's alright. I knew I was going to need to fix my makeup again, anyway, too."

"Ah. Sorry again. I hope you don't blame me, but this." Cody jiggled his mask still in his fist and you both giggled to each other. "Don't know what came over me when I put it on..."

You then rose from your seat at the edge of the bed to soothe your hands to your husband's chest, but not before skimming your fingers on his mask first, as you said, "I didn't mind...you could, um, wear it again sometime. If you wanted."

"Is that so?" Cody tossed his mask onto the bed to free his hands to wrap around your waist as he eyed you with his stunning smile. It made you want to blush, especially as he added in a low purr, "Does tonight work for you, sweetheart? I'll wear it and my championship belt just for you...and I'll take it all off for you, too."

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