ᯓ★ introducing… editor-in-chief! clark x intern! reader
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clark heard you before he saw you- that is, the gentle echoing of your kitten heels against the tiles. when your head peeked in through the crevice in his office door, politely asking for his coffee order, he was smitten.
as the days went by, clark was given just about a million more reasons to favor you (even if he would never admit it. )from your devotion to getting your stories perfect to the sweet demeanor you had with everyone at the daily planet.
a few months into your internship, after many shared glances and words of praise for your stories, you stop by clark’s office well after your shift was over asking for feedback on a column. how could he possibly reject his favorite intern, after all?
well, let’s just say you didn’t exactly get the writing help you were seeking from clark. however, you weren’t exactly opposed to waking up the next morning tangled in your bosses sheets while he cooked breakfast for you.
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WWE Masterlist
(warnings: NSFW, bathtub sex)
(pairing: cody rhodes x f!reader)
(word count: 1k)
(requested)
(y/n) had seen Cody like this before—after a particularly grueling match, exhausted, seeking solace in the embrace of a hot bath. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching him through the haze of steam, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the bathroom light. He sat slouched in the tub, water lapping gently against his skin, lost in his own thoughts.
Feeling a surge of boldness, (y/n) decided to join him. She closed the door behind her, the click echoing softly in the tiled room. Slowly, she began to undress, each piece of clothing falling to the floor with a whisper. Cody glanced up as she approached, his eyes heavy-lidded, but a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
She stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping her body, and settled herself opposite him. He watched her intently, a puff of smoke escaping his lips as he took a drag from his cigar. The air was thick with tension, anticipation mingling with the steam swirling around them.
(y/n) straddled his waist, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She leaned forward, her breath mingling with his as she traced the intricate lines of his ‘Dream’ tattoo etched across his chest. Her touch trailed lower, fingertips dancing over the contours of his stomach, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her caress.
Cody’s hips shifted slightly beneath her, a silent invitation. (y/n) knew what he wanted, what they both needed in that moment. She took him in her hand, feeling the hardness of him against her palm, and guided him inside her. A low grunt escaped Cody’s lips, followed by a soft moan as she sank down onto him, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
She leaned forward, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. For a moment, they stayed like that, lost in the sensation of each other, the only sound the gentle sloshing of water around them.
“That’s what you wanted?” Cody’s voice was rough, tinged with desire and something deeper. “You just wanted me inside you?”
“Mhm,” (y/n) murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cody nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. “Alright.”
In that moment, as they began to move in sync in the warm embrace of the bath, a silent language of desire and need washed over them, faster than the water surrounding them. (y/n)’s fingers tangled in Cody’s hair as she rode him, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel the tension building within her, the heat pooling low in her belly.
Cody’s hands found purchase on her hips, guiding her movements, his touch electric against her skin. “You feel so good, pretty girl,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire.
(y/n)’s breath hitched as she leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. The taste of him, mingled with the sweetness of the steam-filled air, was intoxicating. She lost herself in the sensation, the heat of his mouth against hers, the way his tongue danced with hers in a rhythm all their own.
Their bodies moved faster now, the water sloshing around them as they chased their release. (y/n) felt herself teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alive with sensation. With one final thrust, she tumbled over the edge, pleasure crashing over her in a wave of ecstasy.
Cody followed soon after, his body tensing beneath her as he found his own release. They clung to each other in the aftermath, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.
As their breathing and heart rates slowed, (y/n) lifted her head from Cody’s chest, a lazy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Feel better now?” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Cody smiled back, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Much better,” he said, his voice filled with warmth.
They stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, bathed in the warmth of the water and the glow of their love, they found peace, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.
Cody’s words washed over (y/n) like a warm embrace, filling her with a sense of contentment she hadn’t felt in a long time. She snuggled closer to him, her heart swelling with love.
“I’m glad there are things you just know about me,” Cody said, his voice soft.
(y/n) smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Sometimes I feel like I know you better than you know yourself, Rhodes.”
Cody chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
(y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, melodious sound that filled the room. “You’ve mentioned it a few times,” she quipped, teasingly.
“I mean it,” Cody insisted, his gaze unwavering. “You always know how to take care of me. Doesn’t matter if it’s the smallest task or having sex in our bathtub. You just...you’re like dialed into me.”
(y/n) felt a swell of warmth in her chest at his words, her love for him overflowing. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, pouring all of her emotions into the gentle press of her mouth against his.
“I love you, Cody,” she whispered against his lips, the words a vow, a promise, a declaration of their unbreakable bond.
“I love you, (y/n),” Cody murmured, his voice filled with a depth of feeling that echoed her own.
And in that moment, as they held each other close, bathed in the afterglow of their love, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they had each other, they could face anything together.
First of all, trying *this* hard to attach Mallory to Dansby on one of the biggest days of her life is gross. And if the roles were reversed it would never happen. I know that because Mallory was a reigning World Cup champion and an NWSL Championship finalist during the Braves 2021 World Series run and neither were mentioned one single solitary time.
Second of all, if you’re going to insist upon attaching a successful female athlete to a man, at least make sure it’s the right fucking successful female athlete, you buffoons.
get ready to throw on your glitter, cowboy boots, and tiniest crop top because we’re heading to the desert!
event date: [april 15 - april 20]
theme: what happens when a spoiled, grumpy rafe takes on coachella?
what’s happening?
for a few days, i’ll be living in full Coachella delusion and sharing headcanons, blurbs, and fics of rafe x reader in a music festival setting. Think:
~ rafe fighting off dudes at the barricade
~ matching outfits and glittery kisses
~ camping mishaps + late night desert makeouts
~ getting too high during charlie xcx’s set
~ and of course, trouble.
get involved!
send in your coachella-inspired requests, headcanon prompts, song blurbs, outfit ideas, or chaotic scenarios, and i’ll write them during the event! i’ll also be posting my own lineup of coachella writings throughout the week.
