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Midnight Masquerade - Rex and Cody

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

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

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

Word Count: 4.0k (do not perceive me)

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...Rex.

No, Cody.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t really care.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cody,” Rex warns. “Cyare, color?”

“Green,” you gasp out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gonna- gonna—” You gasp.

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

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

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

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

“Feel good?” you murmur.

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

“Mesh’la,” he croons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smack!

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

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

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

“Three.”

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

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

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

“Such—a—good—whore—for—us—ngh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kalorphic · 1 year

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What would the RO’s get mc for Valentine’s Day? 👁

K: would try to make something homemade like jewellery (again) or an item of clothing and it would be an absolute disaster. Ends up making you a basketful of cookies. Will give you the homemade disaster as well and hopes you’ll appreciate the thought. Eventually they start asking their mums to teach them.

A: takes the time to find something you really love. Whether it’s books or films or stuffed animals etc. and then they’ll buy a bunch of them and make them into a bouquet or basket.

Reese: is a menace. 100% makes those cards like ‘coupon for a free hug’ ‘coupon for a date to the planetarium’ etc. but they can’t be normal about this so they’ve got some in there like ‘coupon for a hour of me singing Barbie Girl badly at the top of my lungs’.

Luisa: has no clue that valentine’s day is a big deal the first time and panic buys you a weekend away after A (gently) scolds her. Becomes a tradition to go away to different places.

Cody: isn’t a fan of valentine’s day, but they’d definitely use it as an excuse to buy you some new outfits and make up a care package of luxury spa goods and makeup etc.

Noah: goes big or goes home. Tony Stark’s teddy bear the size of a house style, you know. They may go extremely overboard, but it’s all out of love and a total lack of awareness of space <3

#ask #daisyyy-do <3 #valentines asks #all ros #ro: k #ro: a #ro: reese #ro: luisa #ro: cody #ro: noah #i want a gift from A personally - basket of books? yes pls 👀

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imrowanartist · 1 year

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I can finally share the full piece I did for the @vodeanzine!

It was an honor to be featured alongside so many talented artists ^^

#commander cody #quinlan vos #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper Boil #clone trooper wooley #the clone wars #vode an zine #ro’s art

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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pink carnations part 1 - cody rhodes x reader

my masterlist

pink carnations masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, slight (?) austin theory x reader

warnings: vomiting, swearing

genre(s): angst, fluff if you squint

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hanahaki - a curable disease which grows flowers inside the victim’s lungs and usually born of unrequited love. in order to cure a person with hanahaki, the love must be returned by the outside party or the victim must undergo surgery which leaves the victim with no feelings towards the outside party. if hanahaki is not cured, the victim will perish.

he looked different now, and that’s not just the blonde hair that she’s talking about. cody rhodes had grown to be a beautiful man. his shirt had filled up nicely with the muscles that he had worked hard to grow and maintain. his face still looked as soft as it was back when they were in ohio valley wrestling together, but his eyes held a depth in them that let her know that he had grown wise in his art. his hands, once soft, had become calloused over the years of being used to punch, slap, and grab his coworkers, ring ropes, and other various objects that were used as weapons. those same hands were waving in front of her face now, as she phased out of her own thoughts.

“hey. earth to y/n. are you going to finish that or can i?” he asked her. without a second thought, she lightly pushed her tupperware of salad over to the overgrown manchild that sat across the table from her. she stayed silent, watching him as he finished the rest of her food and text his wife as he did so. his voice hasn’t changed from what she could tell. it may have some more rasp in it then it used to, but the lisp is still there and it is so undeniably cody’s voice that she didn’t think it changed.

“slow down, codes. how will you text my wife if you choke on the food? actually, go ahead so i can finally snatch her from you.” y/n joked, reaching over the table with her fork in hand to grab one more bite of her salad before cody could finish it all.

brandi. y/n remembered when she first heard about cody and brandi and how much her heart hurt, and how much it still clenches in her chest whenever she sees the two together. she remembered how hard she had tried to hate her when all she knew about them was through a screen. she remembered when cody had returned to the wwe and how brandi was there. she remembered when she ran into them backstage and thought to herself “wow” when she saw them. she remembered how nice brandi had been to her when cody introduced her as an “old friend” to his wife, and how she let cody go and catch up with his “old friend”. she remembered when brandi would always say hi to her before greeting her husband whenever she was backstage. she remembers all the laughs and good times she has had with brandi whenever they hang out for a “girl’s night” or even over a text conversation.

and yet brandi will never know about cody and y/n. the late nights after training that were filled of cody and y/n going to a random taco truck, sitting down and cheating on their diets “for tonight only”. those random wednesdays when cody would teach y/n how to drive as y/n was a late bloomer to a lot of those “normal” things people would do. that day that y/n had hit a parked car while trying to park and cody was laughing at the girl’s panic before calming her down and holding her. the way cody would guide y/n through the backstage area with a hand resting on the small of her back. the way y/n would turn down the brightness of her laptop screen whenever cody had fallen asleep beside her and she stayed up to game or watch videos. those stolen kisses backstage before either one of them would go out for their match for the night. the late night movies in bed turning into the two of them getting tangled into the sheets. brandi will never find out about all those times that happened all those years ago, and cody had made sure of that.

so, to everyone else in the locker room, their bosses, and brandi: cody and y/n have always been good friends and that’s all they ever will be.

“you keep yapping about stealing my wife, but if my memory serves me right: i do believe you are going through a horrible dry spell right now.” cody teased his friend, shoveling the last bite of the salad into his mouth after he spoke. he was smiling as he chewed, reaching over to pick up the lid of the tupperware and y/n’s fork. y/n wished he didn’t put her fork into the tupperware and close up the box before handing it back to her: it’d make it easier to find someone who would treat her half as good as he does.

“and you’re acting like i actually want to end my dry spell.” she lied, knowing that the man she’d want to end her dry spell with was sitting across the table from her and happily married. “look codes, hypothetically, and i mean hypothetically, if i wanted to end my dry spell it would have been over long a long time ago.”

cody shook his head with an amused chuckle in an endearing manner. he got up from his chair, pulling it over so it was beside y/n’s own and sitting back down beside her. she tried to ignore how good his cologne smelled when he slung his arm over her shoulders. she tried to stop her heart from breaking out of her chest from how hard it was beating.

”hey, there’s something i’ve been meaning to show you. but try not to make a scene, okay? i don’t want anyone else to find out yet.” he leaned in to whisper in her ear, only pulling back to take out his phone. he kept his arm around the woman, who was now simply staring at him with a bewildered look.

try not to make a scene? she couldn’t believe what she heard him say. it was as if the man had forgotten how dramatic she really was. but nothing could have prepared for the heartbreak she was about to experience.

she looked down at her lap, where the man had rested his hand face up to show her his phone screen. she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder to pull her closer to his chest at the same time she could hear her heart slow down.

brandi’s pregnant.

it was just an image of brandi holding up a positive pregnancy test, and yet it hurt oh so much.

y/n turned in cody’s arms so she could face him, flashing him a large smile before wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on top of his shoulder. “holy shit codes, no way! and you expect me to not make a scene you motherfucker. holy fuck! you’re going to be a dad! i’m going to be an auntie!” she whisper-yelled to her friend as he laughed and hugged her back.

he couldn’t see how fast her face fell as soon as she hugged him. he couldn’t see the sadness that had now pooled in her eyes or the way she was trying not to let the tears fall. and he couldn’t tell how hard it had suddenly became for y/n to breathe.

“we found out last month. it also might be a little early but, we’d love for you to be a godmother to the baby. which also implies there being a godfather so you better find yourself a man soon, little one.” he had laughed in her ear, squeezing the woman in his arms. he let go after hearing her yelp from the sudden squeeze.

“you won’t be calling me ‘little one’ when my godchild comes along, codes. and if you want there to be a godfather than by all means, go find one. i am completely fine on my own” she lied through her teeth, pulling back from the embrace and staring into his eyes with a wide smile on her face.

his smile reflected her own, before he stood up and brought the chair back around the other side of the table where he got it from. he walked back over to y/n, leaning down slightly to kiss the woman on her forehead. “alright, i’m off to get ready for tonight. i have to cut a promo with roman as soon as the show starts. i’ll text you later, and let me know if anyone causes you any trouble!” he said his goodbyes to her before walking off to the guys’ locker room.

and although it should be easier to breathe with one less person in the large catering area, y/n could only feel her heart and lungs tighten in her chest as she watched him leave. the kiss he had laid atop her head stung as if he had set her on fire. y/n was not aware she wasn’t breathing until she tried to gasp for air. she shot up from her seat, forgetting her tupperware and bag on the table as she walked to the bathroom.

and for once, the dramatic y/n did not want to cause a scene. her sudden motions had caused her to grow nauseous, and at some point she had taken in a large intake of air. she stumbled into the nearest bathroom - not knowing if it was the women’s or men’s room - and nearly fell into an open stall. she didn’t get a chance to close the door, nor did she care about the loud shrill of “y/n? are you okay?”

all she should hear was the sounds of her own dry heaving and hacking. all she could smell was something like flowers. her vision was full of stars. it came all at once and ripped through her chest and throat like someone cutting her open with a dull knife. and suddenly a single pink carnation flower fell into the toilet bowl.

she couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared down at the petal. a pink carnation. the same flower he had bought when he asked her to officially be his girl. the same flower that cody had given her before he had flown off to join the wwe main roster. the same flower that she would forever associate with him.

the pain flooded away, although y/n was still left breathless. she continued gasping for air as the stars cleared from her version. she could feel a hand rubbing circles on her back, and she hadn’t even noticed that her hair had been pulled back and away from her face in a makeshift ponytail.

“thank you” she whispered out after finally calming her breathing, sitting up from being bent over the toilet bowl. she felt her hair fall back down against her shoulders and watched as the person flushed the toilet for her.

“you’ll be okay, y/n. i got you” she heard him say behind her.

austin theory. an asshole to the wwe universe, but arguably one of the nicest guys backstage. the young man helped her sit with her back against the stall wall, and he crouched down in front of her.

she stared into his eyes, feeling tears pour in her eyes before she let herself fall forward and cry into his chest. she could tell austin didn’t know what to do. after all, the two were more acquaintances than friends and have only changed a few greetings here and there whenever they’d cross paths.

“don’t tell him, please. it’s pathetic.” she whispered, which austin acknowledged by wrapping his arms around the woman, knowing that all y/n needed right now was someone to be there for her.

hanahaki was not a common disease, but it was common enough that people knew about it. what was once believed to be a fictional disease turned out to be very much real. any doubt that y/n had about flowers being able to grow in one’s lungs simply because the person they loved didn’t love them back had disappeared in her mind. after all, she was living proof of the disease now.

“but why? why now? i’m over him. i’ve been over him. he’s married. he has a kid on the way. and i’ve been by his side for months now as just his friend. so why now?” she cried into his chest, feeling herself cough as she did so.

and if other people walked into the bathroom and heard her crying or saw the multitude of flowers that began to fall to the ground, no one said a word.

and if cody, who happened to ask around where y/n was after finding her things left out on the table in catering, had passed by the bathroom on the way to find her only to hear her crying from inside following by what he thinks to have been austin theory comforting his girl, he didn’t say a word.

and if he waited off to the side of the bathroom, waiting for you to walk out preferably without austin behind you so he himself could find out why you were crying and comfort you, he didn’t say a word.

but cody did wonder if you felt him staring into your back as he watched austin carry you out of the bathroom.

he knew austin definitely did. austin had acknowledged him with a nod the second that he had stepped out of the bathroom. and cody could tell from the way austin carried you away from cody and eventually out of cody’s line of sight, that austin did not want him anywhere near you.

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You Deserve It (18+ Oneshot)

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader wants to pamper Roman after a hard-fought battle against Cody at Wrestlemania.

Tags: 18+, physically disabled reader, daddy kink, massage, unprotected sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Don’t like it? Don’t read. 🥰

Word Count: 1,164

While Roman was out to dinner with his boys, celebrating the fact that he had successfully retained his championship once again, I hung back in our rental for the weekend.

I had to tell them all that I didn’t feel up to celebrating tonight and I had to admit I felt a little bad for lying.

Though Ro was understanding of the fact that I was “too tired” he definitely seemed a bit suspicious as to why I wouldn’t be joining in on the festivities.

We couldn’t keep things from each other even if we tried.

But… I had some fun things planned for us tonight…

I ran around our bedroom, throwing rose petals here and there, making sure the champagne was out of the freezer, adjusting the lighting til it was just right, placing the massage oils by the bedside table, etc.

Everything except candles.

This was meant to be fun, sexy night.

We didn’t need a fire hazard, thanks.

I sighed happily as I took my legs braces off and I started to get dolled up for my man.

Taking those fuckers off after a long day is the equivalent to taking your bra off.

Digging through my closet, I smiled to myself as I spotted the latest lingerie set I had bought a while back, specifically for this occasion.

My man was getting’ spoiled tonight…

I fluffed up my curls and worked on my makeup, smirking at my reflection in the mirror as I applied a dark, burgundy colored gloss onto my lips and made sure my breasts and ass sat just right in the matching lingerie set.

I looked delectable and I knew it.

I put down my phone, leaving Ro’s mind to marinate on the possibilities for tonight and went to my vanity to spray my favorite soft-scented vanilla perfume all over myself and then I waited…

My heart jumped as I heard the front door opening downstairs and Roman’s slow footsteps thumped up the stairs.

I rearranged myself on the bed this way and that until I settled comfortably, smoothing down the silky matching robe I draped loosely over my body.

As Roman’s head peeked into the bedroom, I smirked widely at him.

“Hey, you.” I said, chuckling as I watched him survey the work I had done in the bedroom.

Though I didn’t think it was possible, Roman looked even more beautiful underneath the warm lighting and he smiled as I beckoned him towards me.

“Hey, babygirl�� You been busy, uh? What’s all this?” He murmured against my lips as he hovered over me.

Both of us hummed pleasantly as our lips touched and my hands roamed his broad torso, working on the zipper of his sweatshirt and his shirt until his bare skin pressed against mine.

I moaned as Roman’s lips explored my neck and his fingertips grazed over my breasts.

“I thought we could have a celebration of our own… you pamper and spoil me all the time. It’s your turn, Daddy.” I said with a coy smile playing on my lips.

I waited until he was undressed, and I twirled my finger in a silent command for Roman to lie on his stomach.

My mouth watered at the sight of his broad, tattooed back.

I let my hands roam and my legs straddled him as he let out a content groan when I began massaging his tired muscles.

I gently coaxed his arms to his sides, and I massaged them as well, warming up the skin.

I kept up the soothing patterns feeling him relax more and more underneath me.

I smiled to myself at the already blissed out look in Roman’s eye and I couldn’t help but lean down and drop a few tender kisses on his back before I reached for the body oil.

I giggled at the goosebumps that erupted on his skin as I let a few drops of the oil fall onto his back and I began to work into his skin.

“Cold?” I asked.

“Nah, you’re good, babe.” Roman said, groaning in relief as my hands loosened a particularly sore knot in his back.

Fuck me, he was gorgeous like this.

Underneath me, going more and more pliant the more my hands worked.

I rubbed and kneaded Roman’s back until he practically sunk into the sheets and his skin absorbed the lotion, leaving a glowy behind.

I moved lower, applying more oil and then I coaxed him onto his back.

“You look like you’re enjoying this.” I teased, chuckling at the relaxed smirked that graced Roman’s lips.

I gasped and my eyes widened a bit as he thrusted his hips upwards slightly, showing me just how much he was enjoying himself.

His hardening length nudged my clit through my pants, sending sparks of pleasure all along my body.

It didn’t take much for me to respond to Roman and I rolled my hips every so slowly, biting my lip as he groaned loudly and he held onto my hips, grinding against clothed pussy once again.

“Fuck, baby…” He moaned.

“I haven’t done your chest yet, Daddy…” I whined, yet my hips had other plans.

Even through my panties, my pussy became wetter and wetter as his cock lined up perfectly against it.

I was damn near drooling at the mere thought of him finally, finally being inside of me and he clearly had the same idea.

“Later.” Roman said gruffly and he reached between us, urging me to lift my hips a bit so he could shift my panties to the side and finally give us what we were both desperately seeking.

He slowly eased into me and both of us moaned as our bodies connected.

I slowly moved my hips, getting a steady rhythm going and getting used to the way he filled me up and I let out a deep moan as his thrusts slowly met mine.

The bars on the bedframe gave me more leverage in case I lost balance, and they helped me roll my hips just right.

“That get you wet, babygirl? You know exactly how to spoil Daddy. Such a good girl, baby…” Roman mumbled.

“Fuck…” I whimpered as his words spurred me on, making my body tremble.

My heart pounded in my ears and the fabric that still covered my overly-sensitized body sent delicious jolts of pleasure right down to my pussy.

I let out a shaky groan and pressed my palms flat against Roman’s chest as my hips worked faster.

“Shit, you’re gonna make Daddy come, babygirl. You want it?” he growled as he drove in deeper and deeper until the delicious feeling of his release beckoned my own.

As we laid there, spent, and satiated, I nuzzled into the crook of Roman’s neck.

I sighed deeply as his hands ran along my spine.

I was a bit sore after keeping that position for as long as I did but it was well fucking worth it…

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