#interaction ;; roman rhodes

[travisjackson]

closed starter for @romanrhodes location: wonderworld market

Travis had been putting off going to the store to pick up a few things for a few days now, but with the fridge and cupboards almost being empty, he decided to go after work so Andrew wouldn't have to. So he made his way through the shop and going down one aisle, he thought he spotted Roman. At first, he tried hiding from the man, but eventually the turned down the same aisle and he nodded towards him. "Hey, Roman."

[lucianasbentley]

closed starter for @romanrhodes location: driftwood diner

"Doors are locked, signs are off, and Henry got the dishes done." Luciana said as she put her apron on the counter. "You want to count the tills or do you want me to? Or we can tag team it? That's always an option. Shouldn't be too bad today." She smiled at her boss. "Or I can finish up and you can go home? Whatever you want."

[steviexwagner]

closed starter for @romanrhodes location: the Wagner Wedding

Everything was a success. Her and Johnny were officially husband and wife, everyone was dancing and having fun, and the food was absolutely divine. She had talked to so many people throughout the evening, and she made a point to do so. As the night progressed, she wanted to talk to Roman and she walked over to him with a smile. "Thank you so much for a wonderful meal." She said and touched his arm. "You've done amazing. Have you gotten to eat? Drink? Dance? Please tell me you've danced with that wonderful boyfriend of yours. I don't care if you're working, I want you and your staff to enjoy yourselves too."

[daddyhausen]

• acknowledgment — roman reigns •

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{ masterlist } | { wwe masterlist } | { roman reigns masterlist }

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{ summary } — your job was simple, acknowledge your tribal chief

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, oral sex { male receiving }, power imbalance, power play, asphyxiation, hair pulling, face slapping, tit slapping, pussy slapping, throat fucking, cumshots, facials, throat pie, size difference, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x roman reigns

{ genre } — smut

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it was a flurry of emotions after roman’s triumphant win over a now heartbroken cody rhodes. paul was spouting praises that fell on your deaf ears as you casually sauntered behind the pack of brothers known as jimmy, jay and solo, the youngest of the three remaining silent all with a brooding stare while his brothers cheered and celebrated their cousin’s big win.

“excellent job out there, my tribal chief! you were absolutely marvellous, cody did not stand a chance-“ paul’s albeit over the top praise of your tribal chief only offered an eye roll on your part. of course roman won, only your wished he had done it on his own instead of relying on the twins and solo to do his bidding. still…you were proud of him nonetheless and he was still champion of course and that’s all that mattered now.

yet roman remained stoic, barely acknowledging their presence for the time being, cody surely did put up a fight, even had you holding your breath in a mix of fear and anticipation, you’d never seen roman so desperate in a match before, and you knew that was eating away at your tribal chief.

“how should we celebrate, my tribal chief? i have a limousine parked out front, wherever you want to go it shall take you-“

“paul.” roman spoke sternly not even offering the wise man a mere glance in his direction, one that made mr. hayman’s blood run cold, his face had an unusual pallor to it, almost going grey in fear, the only word leaving his lips was a meek “yes”

“leave…” roman grumbled, placing his recently defended titles beside him onto the couch with a haphazard throw. “all of you”

you watched them all leave one by one. paul scurried out the door first, followed by the twins, jimmy first than jay. solo held back for a bit offering you a small parting glance as you held the door open for them.

“not you, y/n” roman’s voice shot up from the silence just as you were about to leave. his tone was stern and it left you, admittedly, a bit frightened. you closed the door behind you, quickly turning to face your tribal chief who had already made himself comfortable on the couch. his skin glowing under the warm lights of the locker room, still glazed over with perspiration, his hair slicked back into a haphazard bun, he sat back into the couch legs spread, his chest still heavy with laboured breaths. an inviting sight it surely was. you kept your head down to avoid his gaze, fearful of what your tribal chief’s next words.

“you seemed a bit quiet tonight.” roman simply remarked. eyeing you down curiously. “care to tell me why?”

you managed to gulp down the fear that rose in your throat, still avoiding your tribal chiefs stare.

“t-to be truthful, m-my tribal c-chief…” you began, already stuttering over your words “i was a bit worried that you would not retain tonight…”

“what do you mean by that? did you think that i wasn’t capable of beating some pathetic loser like cody?” roman’s demanded shifted slightly, he leaned forward, a single forearm upon his knee, staring you down, despite the distance in which he sat from you, it felt like his presence was looming over your figure

“no! that not what i meant at all, my tribal chief!-“ your words seemed panicked to roman’s ears which pricked up at your sudden hostility

“then what did you mean by it?” roman sneered, still feeling as if he was standing daggers through you. you stammered over your words, barely able to string a sentence together all in which made roman give up his interrogation with a scoff, resuming his original position on the couch.

“come to think of it, i don’t think i heard you acknowledge your tribal chief yet” he was right, you’d been so caught up today with all the cody drama that you had forgotten completely. you went to open your mouth to speak before roman cut you off again

“not like that, sweetheart” roman reached past the waistband of his ring gear, freeing his cock from the restraint of it. his half hard cock slapped against his stomach, tip glossy with pre-cum. your cheeks grew heated, never had you seen a more magnificent cock. roman was thick, much thicker than any you’ve encountered, his size was also impressive, an imposing nine inches at most, thick veins wrapped around his shaft.

“like this” he slowly began to stroke himself simply at the thought of ruining your throat, you gulped thickly, already feeling a tightness in your oesophagus.

“now…” be began, releasing the grip on his cock “come acknowledge me”

your movements were almost instinctual. just about to practically crawl on your hands and knees towards him if he so please before refraining for a moment. you gathered yourself, allowing yourself to collect your thoughts for a moment despite none of actual substance forming, your gaze merely fixated on roman’s size as he casually stroked the lower half of his shaft. you made slow, cautious strides towards him, his cocky gaze looming over your figure, a sliver of a smirk twitched on the corners of his lips. eventually you’d made your way between his thighs, kneeling before him as he stared down at you demeaningly.

“open your mouth for me” roman instructed, still lazily pumping his cock as you obliged. your tongue parted your lips, the appendage hanging out of your mouth, waiting for his next instruction. he shuffled his hips forward momentarily, hand still wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, slapping the tip of his cock against the flat of your tongue a couple of times, droplets of his pre-cum mingling with your tastebuds.

his free hand snaked around the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair, tugging at the roots as he pushed your throat down around his cock. you choked at the foreign feeling, a sound that only warmed his loins further. he gave a small gutteral moan, the vibrations of your throat caused such a delicious reverb around his cock.

“shit, babygirl…” roman muttered through clenched teeth as your lips enclosed around his being shaft “who knew you could suck cock this good…”

roman’s words were breathy and almost dreamlike as he continued to use your throat, not allowing you up for air for what felt like minutes at a time. he kept his hips still, the only movement being that of your head, he’d taken it between two hands effectively using your throat as a makeshift fleshlight, not that you cared you were just happy to please your tribal chief.

“mmm…such a good little whore for me…” roman’s eyes fluttered closed in his blissful state, simply basking in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth. the tips of his fingers, as rough as they held your hair, massaged your scalp with small circles. you peered up at him, the whites of your eyes slightly bloodshot and glazed over, the assault on your throat pricked them with tears, roman payed no mind to it, too wrapped up in his own pleasure to care. his cock stretched your lips, his thickness made it feel as if they were going to tear at the corners at any moment. they way he stuffed your throat, trapping the air in your lungs while you choked and gasped around him was nothing short of exhilarating.

“look at you…your little mouth can’t even take half my cock” roman mocked with a sly grin, an equally matched chuckle fell from his parted lips. he stood up, despite being flushed with exhaustion from his match, he’d obtained a sudden burst of energy, what from he dosen’t know, maybe it was the sight of you gagging around his length that got his adrenaline pumping. his grip still tangled in your hair, knuckles turning bone white at the tightness, without warning, he pushed your head further down, his cock sinking into the back of your throat, until the tip of your nose was nestled against the base of his shaft. he would not move, no matter how much you scratched and clawed at his thighs, so desperate for air.

“you need to acknowledge me, sweetheart” you stared up at him, almost a twinge of malaise in your glare but it was quickly dismissed by him. he knew you’d fall in line soon enough. he kept you there for a moment, simply enjoying your choked gasps and sputters, the sensation reverberating around his thick cock. he noticed your eyes beggining to flatter from your fixed gaze upon him, eyelashes starting to bat softly as unconsciousness was slowly taking over. you were just on the brink of passing out when he ripped his cock from your throat

you gasped and choked, finally able to get air into your lungs after what felt like hours, roman stared down at you with a malicious grin, his cock cascading a shadow over your form, his shaft glossed over and dripping with your spit.

“you gonna acknowledge me now?” his tone was dry yet, still held onto that sly flirtatious wit.

“fuck you-“ you did not mean to curse at him like that, let alone raise your voice at him. you hand reached around your throat to try and soothe the burning sensation within it. as much as you enjoyed the wonderful assault from his cock. roman’s gaze quickly turned cold, the once cocky smirk now replaced with a scowl, he barely gave you enough time to catch your breath before he interlocked both hands him your scalp, forcing his thick cock back down your throat for more lovely abuse to continue

“so you’re taking back to me now, huh? who gave you the fucking right to do that, you little whore?” roman’s cock slipped in and out of your throat with ease, desperate to ruin it, to make you choke on his cum.

“you’re only job is to acknowledge me, to take this cock like a good little slut, do you fucking understand me!?” of course you did, roman took the hint by the lack of claw marks in his thighs, the way you’d stopped resisting, not that you were resisting in the first place. the way you’d become completely absent to yourself, being completely subservient to him

roman came down your throat without warning, his hot seed filling your cheeks with warmth. you swallowed him greedily, an apology of sorts for speaking back to him, you showed him your tongue as he pulled out, an act of compliance of some sorts, he related what he had done previously, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue some droplets fell atop your cheeks as he beckoned you to stand. you did, and with that he offered you a rough slap to your cheek, one that send shockwaves of arousal to your core. he cupped the skin as it began to redden, his thumb smoothing over the burning flesh

“don’t you ever speak to me like that again, otherwise i won’t be so easy on you” his fingers fell to the buttons of your blouse, unbuttoning the semi-sheer material all while keeping you’re gaze. you skin burned with heart, and no that was not the lingering effects of that previous slap, roman had a way of commanding people, making them feel small and helpless under him and by god it was surely working. he had removed your blouse with such ease that you had not even realised it happened before he reached around to unclasp your bra, not before groping your clothed breasts in his large palms.

he was quick to undo the clasps, letting the lace material fall to the floor, he admired your breasts for a moment, adoring them, he repeated the process, groping them, kneading the supple flesh, your nipples hardened at the contact, his calloused palms grazing against the swollen buds. without warning he slapped them both, the sensation made a small yelp of pain to leave your lips. he only chuckled at your reaction. he made his way behind you, impatient and needy as he unzipped your tight pencil skirt, throwing it across the room into the pile of clothes that slowly started to form near the door. roman stuck a large hand into your panties, his fingertips toying with your sensitive clit, marveling at just how wet he had made you.

“you’re such a little slut, you know that, y/n…” he smirked into the crook of your neck. “listen to how fucking wet this little pussy is for me”

he did not have to do much, simply part your folds with his fingers for you to hear that wet sloshing sound of your cunt, one that you adored so much. roman pried his fingertips from your panties bringing them to your lips for you to taste only for him to bypass your lips completely, bringing them to his own. he relished in your sweetness, a drawn out moan ripped through his throat as he licked his fingers clean.

“i might just have to devour you, babygirl” his words gave you a sliver of hope, a gasp help in your throat for a moment.

“but tonight is not about you. it’s about me” roman ripped your panties clean off, leaving your dripping cunt exposed to the elements roma have a harsh slap to your dripping cunt, one that made you wince in excitement. he grabbed your wrist, dragging you over to the couch once more. he took his seated position again, pulling you atop his lap, lining up his thick cock with you entrance. he gave you no time to adjust to your surroundings before he stuffed you full of him

“roman…” you whined, head thrown back in pleasure simply by being stretched out by him. he cocked an eyebrow accusingly at the use of his name.

“my tribal chief…” you corrected yourself quickly. noticing a satisfied smirk form across his lips. “y-you’re so big”

“i know” roman chuckled, beginning to move with slow, deep thrusts to set the pace. he kept his gaze on your breasts, loving the way they voiced and jiggled every time he fucked up into you, a singe hand place on your hip to guide your movements, the way you swirled and bucked against him, so needy and feverish to get him off.

“you look so fucking tiny on my cock” roman mocked, comparing your radical size difference. he took a mental note of the way his cock outlined in your stomach, each thrust made it bulge against your skin. your cunt was trembling around his size, taking each inch deeper and deeper until you were stuffed to the brim. as much as you did not want to admit, you enjoyed the way roman used you like this, his personal fuck toy. it beats doing his paperwork for sure.

your hips seemed to bounce absentmindedly, your mind too fixated in achieving orgasm that you completely forgot you have not acknowledged him yet. your body hummed with pleasure so close to the edge that you did not care if he didn’t cum, you just needed to.

“i acknowledge you, my tribal chief” you whimpered through small, breathless moans. he’d caught ear of your words, simply smirking to himself. he pulled your hips down with both hands, holding you down on his cock as he practically rearranged your insides. roman’s chest heaved with arousal, the force of his thrusts bucked you into his chest, your breasts pushed up against his solid frame. his large palms fell to your ass, gripping the pillowy flesh as he slammed into you with such delicious force. roman’s dementor shifted quite rapidly from before. at first he was insulting, demeaning, now he was attentive, respectful almost

“you gonna cum for me, babygirl” his words were soft against your skin, lips pressed into the crook of your neck. you meekly hummed in response, feeling the tightness of your stomach increase. he rested back into the couch, adoring the way your ass bounced back against his cock. he pried your face up for him to look at. he admired your beauty, they way you mouth hung open with breathless pants, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, completely fucked out

you came around him, the proverbial flood gates opening. nails clinging to his biceps, digging into the flesh as your slammed your hips down against his. he was quick to follow, pressing your hips against his, holding your waist tight as he emptied rope after rope of his cum deep inside you. his lips inches from yours, teasing you with faux kisses before planting open mouthed ones to the side and column of your throat.

“fuck-“ he groaned against your skin, still holding you still. his pupils were blown with a mix of adoration and lust. he peered down at you for a moment, noticing the redness still evident on your cheek, he cupped it again, your skin feeling so delicate in his palm.

“i’m sorry if i hurt you, babygirl…” he hummed softly against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the burning skin. you did not expect such a sensitive and compassion side from roman

“why don’t i take you back to the hotel? eat you out for doing such a good job huh?, how does that sound?”

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[joannasteez]

untitled work (two)

pairing: roman reigns x black reader , cody rhodes x black reader warning: smut. minors do not interact pls. authors note: in the process of writing for tanks of blood, this came to me so here it is. word count: 800 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @kill-the-artiste @southerngirl41 @thesamoanqueen @theninthwonder @empressdede @spritelucozade @2-muchsauce @hypno-bear-tini

cody was still trying to register his current state of affairs. fully suited still in a well color matched three piece. but very badly exposed. or rather thats how he feels. fully clothed but somehow so very bare. 

but this is what was asked of him. 

"come in a suit. she has a thing for you, and for the suits". 

and he didn't know why he followed the instructions so willingly. with such diligence. or rather, he knew why, but it was always so much easier to skate around the scarier truths. hide and cower away from the finality of them. because no honest man wanted to admit that he was into another mans wife. not aloud anyways. 

but roman was insistent. calm and insistent. diligently following the simple instructions given to him. 

a cracking smack against tender skin strips cody of his disassociation. and then comes the gentle breaking of a moan to sedate his wanderings. your legs open wide and revealing. held to keep from some sudden mindless urge to close. and when that pleasure of pain overtakes, you arch and tremble. your soft body caving into the strength of romans chest. 

your lips are kiss swollen. chest heaving and the fabric made to cover over is tattered viciously. cody was very obviously late to the party. the thick heat of the air beginning to swelter his skin. his tongue watering, icy blue eyes slipping slowly over the hard perk of your nipples and the heavy pulsing at your clit. and yes, maybe he'd thought of this once or twice. in the dead of the night, comfortably alone and left to play with his thoughts. 

but his imagination had so obviously failed him. disrupted by the will of his own ideas and likings. but the ease with which you could moan at something pleasurable made for a terrible weakness in his knees. he wanted to be the cause of something that sweet. something that raw. 

roman caresses the inner heat of your thighs. a soothing go against the skin before the intensity of his palm breathes with life. slapping against it. each thigh and then a beat. his own groaning mixing in as he does it again. his fingers slipping soft and delicate over the mess of your slit. such an abrupt and devious exit from the pain he'd just given. his lips kissing gentle into your neck. licking into the skin as his finger drives knuckle deep to slot against the throb of your pussy. 

roman laughs into a moan. surely feeling just how desperate and needy his wife is. the sticky wet thrust of his middle finger lazy. roman kissing his way from your temple to your cheek. "she's kinda like you in a way rhodes. she likes her pain". 

the mess of his finger leaving with an easy slip to join the others. a tight methodical pattern of bursting pats to your clit before he's rubbing over it. driving you wild and stressing the limits of your moaning. 

"tell him what you want", roman adds. his lips at your ear. 

and the gears in cody's body oil over. ready to do and perform. and if his mind were anymore sober and void of need, he would bristle from just how ready he is to do. so damn servile. but he can't help it. 

"start with the tie", you rasp. the burn of your eyes meeting the blue of his. "take it off slowly". 

and you've never looked at cody so intently. with such want. dazed and your teeth tensing over your lips. a mouth he hopes he can get to taste before the night is over. 

the thick of romans fingers remain at your clit. a delicate teasing touch. "what do we say when we want things sweetheart?", his thumb and his pointer giving your clit a soft pinch that forces your hips to cant. 

the headiness of your arousal driving the work of cody's hands to undress more efficiently. 

"we say please".

your words drifting into a moan. 

"go ahead then".

"cody, please". 

and he's never relieved himself of a suit and tie before so fast. his button up left to lay idle along the hotel floor. knees dipping into the bed till his lips purse, tongue sweeping in to kiss your lips. and when the thick of romans fingers mix to slip against your tongue, cody finds neither the will or strength to care. licking against the taste to savor your arousal. 

his balance shifts, laying flat against the bed till his lips hover teasingly over your slit. a moan pushing easy from his chest as he dips his tongue against your clit. lips pursing over as he suckles gently. your fingers driving through his cropped blonde hair till you're thumbing his nape tenderly. 

a collection of moans melting in with the call of his name . 

[heart4reigns]

SILLY CRUSH, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events

tags: company BONDING TIME!!, stupid silly crushes

summary: who would've thought this big guy had a crush on you?

YOU loved your job. the it girl–your stage name. as corny as it sounds, it describes you. it all started as a joke, this wrestling career of yours. from underground wrestling as a hobby to becoming one of the top faces in the industry, you truly loved what you were doing.

"and here is your winner for the tag team mixed division, the american nightmare and the it girl, cody rhodes and (y/n) (l/n)!" samantha announced your name as you raised your fist up, reclaiming your victory. you looked over at your tag team partner and gave him a smile. it was a tag team match, you were positive that you and cody would win–obviously. the crowd cheers faded as you went backstage to the locker room.

"you did great tonight." cody gave you a big hug and you returned the favor. "thank you, you did great as well! i guess staying up late to practice our choreography went well." the two of you laughed. "wrestlemania 39, what a blast." you huffed out the air, clearly still exhausted. "i'm tired as hell, that table stunt took a toll on my back." "well, see you at the barbecue party tomorrow." cody replied.

ah yes, the barbecue party.

the party was the big boss's idea for the talents to chill and lay back after the big event. you went back to the hotel, greeting the fans with the biggest smile plastered on your face. you reached the hotel, you were waiting for the elevator door to open. you stepped inside, hearing footsteps coming to you. "hold the door, (y/n)!" it was none other than paul heyman and roman reigns. your eyes widened in shock as they stepped inside. roman always seemed untouchable, maybe, just maybe–that was one of the reasons why you were so damn attracted to him.

you've never interacted with the chief himself, only interacting with his wiseman. "thanks!" paul pressed the level 12 button. "we watched your match earlier, you were amazing." the wiseman complimented you. "thank you paul! roman, you were amazing too, the spear to brock... top tier." he didn't respond to your words.

and you were left confused. you've never shit-talked him, never crossed his path, but the way he looked down at you– it was weird. "sorry, he's sort of out of it tonight." paul excused his chief. "oh, no worries! it's funny how we've never talked before, i'm (y/n)!" you reached your arm out, but still–he didn't respond.

"okay then." to your luck, the elevator door opened. "good night paul, good night roman. see you at the barbecue tomorrow!" you smiled at them, waving your hand. you were hella confused at roman's attitude. you never thought that his act on stage (being sort-of an asshole) was him in real life. you brushed it off, not wanting to destroy your night.

the morning after was brutal. your body was practically giving up on its own. it was 07 am in the morning, you opened cody's messages.

cody: good morning, breakfast starts at 8, i'll save you a seat if you wake up late

(y/n): i'm up, see you downstairs!

you took the time to scroll instagram and reposting some of the stories people tagged you on. what caught your attention was a certain someone's story. 'upcoming champion, what a good match.' it was roman's. that was weird, you thought once again. he didn't say anything but yet he mentioned how good you were last night. "jesus, what does this guy want from me?" you were talking to yourself.

you brushed it off and took a shower. after getting dressed, you went downstairs and saw familiar faces in the breakfast area. you spotted cody and he wasn't alone. god, now this guy keeps on crossing my path, you thought. cody was with roman. they were laughing together. "hello, good morning!" you greeted them. roman's laugh stopped and he excused himself from the table.

"what does that guy have on you, (y/n)?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "i do not know and i do not want to know. all about positivity, my man." he chuckled at your response. "saved you some pancakes, cheat day for us." cody passed you the plate of pancakes. "that was so weird, he was fawning over you before you came here." cody paused for a second to take a bite of your pancakes. "damn man, get your own pancakes! and what did he say?"

"he said that you were amazing last night and you looked good in your new gear." your cheeks flushed. "this is so weird to me." you chuckled. "you know he always asked about you every time we're in the gym. like, how to talk to you and all that stuff." this was all new to you. "and you're just telling me this now?" "you said never mention anything about guys asking about you."

so he was asking about you. the roman reigns, was asking about you. of course you were attracted to him, roman was definitely your type. "maybe he likes you that's why he's shy? that's great news, you like him too right?" "oh come on, cody. we're not 12 years old!"

you spent the rest of the day doing interviews, instagram lives, and countless other pr bullshit. with cody, of course. "you ready to go?" he asked. "yup, let's do this." the two of you were on your way to the barbecue party. the house was already crowded when you got there. "here comes the tag team champions!" sami greeted you. "you flatter me so much!" you hugged him.

wrestling was practically acting, once the camera was off, everyone was a different person. the people you fought using chairs and sledgehammers were your friends. well, everyone was a totally different person–except for the tribal chief himself.

there he was, laughing with his cousins and paul standing behind them, talking to the higher ups of the company. you made eye-contact with him, you just smiled and like usual, he didn't respond. this guy will be the death of me, you thought. "i'm grabbing a beer, you want some?" cody asked you. "nah, i'm good."

on the other side of the house, roman was still stealing glances at you. "so, when are you gonna talk to her?" jey elbowed his older cousin. "what?" roman furrowed his brows. "the it girl! you've been eyeing her since she got here. not to mention backstage yesterday, all the 'god, she's so pretty', that was all bark!" his twin joined at the bullying roman reigns conversation. "you know what, if you're not gonna talk to her, watch this."

you saw the twins coming up to you. they were extreme sweethearts. your mood lighten up. "what's up, (y/n)?" you hugged them. "it feels like a very long time since i've seen you two!" jimmy looked over at roman, who was glaring daggers. "right? we need to hang out more."

"what the fuck does your long-haired cousin have against me?" you finally asked the question. "him? he's just shy." you laughed at jey's sentence. "shy? that doesn't add up to his story." the twins smirked. "nah, he's just shy only to you." "and why is that?" you asked again. "because he has a silly stupid crus-" before jimmy could finish his sentence, roman dragged the twins out of the conversation.

that proved jimmy's point. roman did have a silly little crush on you.

"hey, i was talking to them." you complained. "sorry, they tend to embarrass me in front of people." was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "oh, so you speak now?" you teased him. "i'm a nice person." he defended himself. "no nice person gives a stranger a cold shoulder when they're talking." checkmate. "i- i'm sorry?" "apology will be accepted in a form of a conversation between us."

you saw his cheeks reddened. "i saw your story earlier, thanks for the compliment." you gave him a thumbs up. "you're welcome, i was so stunned when i saw your last move. the signature spin you did was amazing, i've never seen it as amazing as last night. your previous spins were also great but last night, it was just so different." he was running his mouth and you were flattered. "sorry, maybe that sounded creepy like i've been paying attention to you or what, i mean i am, but..." roman fucking reigns was nervous.

"you don't have to be nervous around me, i don't bite." you joked. "i'm sorry, i just... like you that much. not in a creepy way, but i admire you." he confessed. "so that's the reason why you've been avoiding me?" "i guess." roman nervously chuckled. "goddamn, me? (y/n) (l/n)? this is better than the tag team championship."

roman was definitely a fanboy of yours. he knew all of your greatest moments. "i can't believe you didn't have the courage to talk to me? i'm literally just some girl from your workplace." you teased him once again. "i think i had too much beer today." he joked. the party was still going and the two of you were kicking it off. "roman, as a matter of fact, i should be the one intimidated by you." you said. "you're a funny guy, i like that." you continued.

"i'd like to apologize for my actions yesterday, i really am intimidated by you, (y/n)." the way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. this man was very very hot and respectful. "no, no. i don't mind! we're talking now and i'm having a good time. been in this industry for a couple of years and i haven't talked to you before... that's quite funny. just because we both were intimidated by each other."

"then you won't be mad if i asked for your number?" "why would i?"

and ever since that, things were going to be great for the two of you.

a/n: I THINK THIS DESERVES A SECOND PART BC I THINK IT'S TOO LONG... also sorry if it's shitty </33

[afterdarkprincess]

🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

Did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1051 Summary:Sami finds out just how long Jey had been thinking about the two of them together. Post am I allowed to cry? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,556 Summary: Sami reflects on his relationship with Jey and the visions of Jey he sees in his head. Post

fuck it if i can't have him Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,514 Summary: Jey reflects on the choices he's made since the Royal Rumble and his feelings for Sami Post I love you (it's ruining my life) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,372 Summary: Sami and Jey realize they're in the same hotel and meet up for a late night discussion. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

mine Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,083 Summary: Dean Ambrose pays Seth Rollins a visit after Smackdown 3/29/24 to remind Seth who he belongs to. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

CM Punk/Drew McIntyre

i won't be denied by you (the animal inside of you) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 932 Summary: Drew McIntyre is obsessed with CM Punk. Haunted by CM Punk. Possessed by him. Post

Winner Take All Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,778 Summary: After their encounters on the April 29th Monday Night RAW, Drew McIntyre finds CM Punk backstage. Alone. Post

Acts of Contrition Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,581 Summary: Drew kidnaps CM Punk and cleanses him of his many sins Post

Solo Sikoa/ Sami Zayn

Leather & Lace Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,009 Summary: Solo Sikoa finds himself as the new Tribal Chief. The Tribal Chief gets what the Tribal Chief wants. Solo Sikoa wants Sami Zayn. Post

[crxssjae]

Everyone.

I had so much fun with y'all with the reactions watching WrestleMania Night 1 and 2, and I wanna thank you for interacting here.

I know some of you are gonna be salty about Cody winning the championship, but at least don't be rude to others who wanted to see him win, including Roman's loss. At least have fun with wrestling.

I am happy that Roman came a long way as Universal Champion and I am so proud of him and Paul Heyman who did the work on The Bloodline and the whole story.

The storyline is messy toward the end, I know, but appreciate them for doing their earnestly to make the story believable as hell.

Thank you, Roman Reigns and Cody Rhodes.

And thank you everyone.

Like Michael Cole said... I love professional wrestling!!

[a-random-pillow]

Fascinated by Cody Rhodes, The Rock, Seth Rollins and Roman Regin's dynamic. Especially after Monday Raw.

It seems that Rock has devolved respect/hate dynamic with Cody, but the line 'Champion or not, I am coming back for you' makes it seem a little obsessive. Kinda like Roman losing WrestleMania because he couldn't let his grudge with Seth go, which could become a interesting parallel. (IDK what to do with 'Don't break my Heart')

We haven't seen much form Reigns since Mania so we have no clue how he is feeling. I can see a Face run starting with a Road to Redemption kinda dealio but honestly, I think he is going to be dedicated to getting revenge on Seth and Cody. We don't know if his relationship with the Rock and the blood line got soured because of his loss but it is a possibility which makes more interesting ideas.

Cody hasn't mentioned Seth, even though the guy saved his red and white butt at Mania which could hint at a heel turn for either of them. If Seth becomes the Heel he's probably aiming to take Cody's tile since he feels unappreciated for his help at Mania while Cody is trying to apologize. If Cody becomes the Heel and goes back to bisexual menace days, I can see him trying to go for more power but isolating himself form others at the earliest sigh of questioning him which would lead to people trying to take his title for his own sake and because he is being a dick.

If the Rock comes back to Heel!Cody then we could ether see Rock turning Face to help the others bring Cody down or the Rock and Cody team up to cause some major havoc or just two super powerful heels running amuck. If Rocky comes back to Heel!Seth then we might see him helping Seth take down Cody which might parrel Roman and Seth's old dynamic.

Roman depending on ether becoming a worse heel or turning face could interact very interestingly with either Heel or Face Cody.

Heel!Cody + Face!Roman could be Roman trying to help Cody avoid the mistakes he made during his Regin, maybe he doses the thing where he never gives up on Cody and they do 'Disgraced Champions' bit much much later down the line. Or Roman fixing his past relationships and working with the others to take down Cody and prove himself a change man.

Face!Cody + Face!Roman might be a story about forgiveness and when it is okay to forgive someone, but this is WWE, so I find that kind of unlikely. Well, make if Roman gets all self-sacrificial about it.

Heel!Cody + Heel!Roman makes mayhem where people have to choose between two controlling bastards who hate each other's guts. Or they could team up and just become the most powerful team in all of the WWE and dominate.

Face!Cody + Heel!Roman = Roman wants vengeance, Cody Rhodes is Cody Rhodes about it. Mostly just the status quo.

I have so many more thoughts, I'll probably make a PT2 later. Asks are open blah blah.

I am very interested to hear what others think, what options they want, why and what they actually think will happen. Do you have any theories?

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Hey, I love reading your blog and your posts about Agrippa. So I was curious if you know of any ancient sources that talk about or mention if Agrippa ever had any types of interactions with Tiberius? I know Agrippa and Tiberius are both Roman generals so I was wondering if any sources talk about them.

Agrippa was actually Tiberius' father-in-law, through Vipsania Agrippina! Tiberius appears to have genuinely loved her, too. So Agrippa and Tiberius definitely were acquainted.

On the other hand, Suetonius claims Agrippa's wife, Julia, tried to hit on Tiberius, which must have been...uncomfortable, if true. Pliny the Elder adds that Agrippa was distressed by Julia's infidelity, but he doesn't say if Agrippa knew Julia was into Tiberius specifically. Either way, Agrippa doesn't appear to have taken action in response to Julia's affairs or spoken ill of her. There is no record of conflict between Agrippa and Tiberius.

It's likely that Agrippa was consulted when planning Tiberius and Drusus' invasion of Germany, and the campaign bears the multi-pronged approach typical of Agrippa's strategy. But that's just a probable guess, and he didn't fight alongside them.

Agrippa's biggest impact on Tiberius' life would have been the big gap in Augustus' administration his death left behind. After Drusus died a few years later, Augustus made Tiberius take over as his #2 and top general. But despite Augustus' hopes, Tiberius was not Agrippa, and the intense workload, military campaigning, and political pressure appear to have exhausted him, until he ran off to Rhodes.

Perhaps Tiberius resented being asked to fill his father-in-law's shoes...and marry his own mother-in-law and stepsister, who had affairs with other guys...and get politically sidelined anyway as soon as Augustus' other, preferred heirs came of age...but that's all just my speculation.

[lucianasbentley]

closed starter for @romanrhodes location: Sunny Side Up Diner

Luciana was staying late at the diner after closing to do some inventory and do some deep cleaning of certain areas. She had the music playing and wiping down under the counters when she heard a noise in the kitchen and she stood quickly. Grabbing the metal coffee pot and moved slowly to the door. Pushing it open, she moved to hit someone and stopped when she saw Roman standing there. "Jesus, Roman!" She shouted and placed her hand over her heart. "I didn't know you were here."

[coinandcandle]

Persephone Deity Guide

Who is Persephone?

Known as Prosperina to the Romans, Persephone is a Greek goddess of spring and the queen of the underworld, ruling alongside Hades. Due to her mythology, in antiquity, she is closely related to all aspects of womanhood and female initiation, including girlhood, marriage, and childbearing. (This is an ancient view of what womanhood means and does not reflect my personal views on the topic).

Parents and Siblings

Persephone’s parentage varies depending on who you ask

Demeter (her mother in the most popular variation)

Zeus (father in the most popular variation)

other variations include:

Styx (and Zeus)

Rhea (and Zeus)

Posiden (and Demeter)

She has no full blood siblings, but has plenty of half-siblings from both Demeter and Zeus, most notably:

Arion (brother)

Corybas (brother)

Plutus (brother)

all from Demeter, and

Apollo

Artemis

Athena

Dionysus

Heracles

Perseus

and many more from Zeus.

Lovers or Partners

Hades

Adonis (in some tales, in others he is more of an adoptive son to her; in some tales, he’s both. Greek gods, am I right?)

Children

In Orphic myth her children are

Melinoe

Zagreus (later turned Dionysus)

The Erinyes

Epithets

Kore, Kora, or Cora - the maiden

Nestis - the fasting one

Despoina (literally "the mistress of the house") in Arcadia.

Hagne, "pure", originally a goddess of the springs in Messenia.

Melindia or Melinoia (meli, "honey"), as the consort of Hades, in Hermione.

Malivina

Melitodes

Aristi cthonia, "the best chthonic".

Praxidike, "subterranean queen. The Eumenides' source [mother], fair-haired, whose frame proceeds from Zeus' ineffable and secret seeds."

Agauē, “venerable”

Arrētos, “she who must not be named”

As a vegetation goddess, she was called:

Kore Soteira, "the savior maiden", in Megalopolis.

Neotera, "the younger", in Eleusis.

Kore of Demeter Hagne in the Homeric hymn.

Kore memagmeni, "the mixed daughter" (bread).

Demeter and her daughter Persephone together were usually called:

The goddesses, are often distinguished as "the older" and "the younger" in Eleusis.

Demeters, in Rhodes and Sparta

The thesmophoroi, "the legislators" in the Thesmophoria.

The Great Goddesses, in Arcadia.

The mistresses in Arcadia.

Karpophoroi, "the bringers of fruit", in Tegea of Arcadia.

Notes

Persephone’s most popular story, the abduction of Persephone, is possibly derived from the ancient Sumeria myth of Ereshkigal, goddess of the underworld who was abducted by Kur, the primeval dragon of Sumerian mythology, who forced her to become ruler of the underworld against her will. Keep in mind that there are many versions and interpretations of this myth.

Another story about Persephone involves her interaction with a Nymph named Minthe, who used to be one of Hades’ lovers. Minthe boasted that she was more beautiful than Persephone and would win Hades back. Persephone didn’t take kindly to this boasting and stomped Minthe into the ground, turning her into a mint plant.

Other popular stories are Adonis and Persephone, one creation myth, as well as many more.

It’s possible that Persphone is an old Cthonic local deity of agricultural communities that was absorbed into Greek mythos.

Persephone played a part in many different festivals and rituals in the Greek and Roman world. Many festivals were held in which people would reenact her abduction and her being found again by Demeter. In Syracuse, there would be an annual sacrifice of small animals and a public drowning of bulls.

Among the cults dedicated to Persephone, the largest one was located in Sicily and Southern Italy.

For her connection to the Underworld, Persephone is often mentioned in curse tablets and on gold leaves that were buried with people who had how to act in the afterlife inscribed on them.

Modern Deity Work

Correspondences

Due to being a popular deity that was widely worshiped, the ancient correspondences of Persphone vary. Some symbols and attributes were more popular than others, and some were localized or cult-specific. Regardless, any traditional or historic correspondences will be marked with a (T).

Rocks/Stone/Crystals

Ruby

Quartz

Pink Tourmaline

Herbs/Plants

Poppies

Pomegranates

Corn

Grain

Asphodels

Willow

Animals

Pigs

Roosters

Symbols

Scepter

Torch

Festivals and Rituals

Thesmophoria is a three-day festival celebrated by most of the Greek world; though the female cult of Demeter and Persephone were known to celebrate it more. This festival was probably celebrated around October-November. In some places, this festival or certain aspects of it were exclusive to women.

Chthonia, where four old women would be chosen to sacrifice four heifers with sickles. This festival honored Demeter in connection to Persephone.

Offerings

Honey (T)

Art (statues, pinakes, etc) (T)

Pomegranate (full fruit, the seeds, or juice)

Flowers, especially wild spring flowers!

Floral scents or like perfumes, oils, or incense

Any of the items or depictions of the items listed above

Wine

Bones

Chocolate (some say specifically dark chocolate)

Acts of Devotion

Dancing to a song that reminds you of her (T)

Creating any art that reminds you of her (T)

Tend to wildflowers or your garden if you have one, or even houseplants.

Celebrate the festivals/holidays mentioned above

As always, your personal correspondences when interacting with a deity will mean much more than anything you find online, but this isn’t a bad place to start!

References and Further Reading

Persephone - Mythopedia (they also have a pretty huge reference list so please go take a peak!)

Persephone and the Seasons - Hellenic.org.au

Hymn for Persephone by Sappho (vis Sacredtexts)

Persephone - Theoi Project

Persophone - World History

(please message me if you are a follower or devotee of Persephone and would like to be added as a resource that someone could reach out to in regards to her!)

[thlayli-ra]

I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner but it came to me the other day and I just had to write it down. A wee fic to dip my toe back into the Valetverse again.

When Hell Froze Over

Characters - Seth Rollins, CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, others mentioned

AU - Valetverse (created by Syreina)

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Swearing

Words - ~1,577 words

Background Info - In a world where women no longer exist, society is split into two; dominants (the ruling class) and valets (who possess the 'inualidus chromosome' that allows them to bear children). Stripped of basic human rights, valets are expected to be entirely subservient to the dominants that claim them and few are prized higher than the valets of the WWE. Seth Rollins and CM Punk are both such valets and are married to Roman Reigns and The Undertaker, respectively.

Summary - Seth Rollins had it all and was convinced nobody could take it away from him. Until the static hit!

***Please note; the author of this fic is a Punk girlie (ng) so everything written here, including the hate, is done with loving affection. I have no problem with Punk haters interacting, so long as we all keep it civil. Thank you!😘***

He was the Visionary! He was the Revolutionary! He was Seth Freakin' Rollins!

And he was on top of the world!

Standing in the cage, he closed his eyes and savoured the sound of the crowd chanting the sweeping notes of his entrance music long after the TitanTron had gone quiet, waving his arms to encourage them to carry on and on and on. Precious gold hung heavy around his waist, the World Heavyweight Championship, symbolising his position as the top dog on Monday Night Raw. The headliner, the main-eventer, the face of the brand. Even backstage, he was looked up to and respected, acknowledged by all as the valet locker-room leader.

Meanwhile his husband Roman Reigns, the Tribal Chief and dominant locker-room leader, was making headlines with his historic reign as the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion over on Smackdown, proving once and for all that he was the Head of the Table, while his other husband, fellow valet and recently re-branded Jon Moxley, was dominating the 'other company' with his faction, the brutal Blackpool Combat Club.

The Shield may no longer exist in paper, but nobody could deny their stranglehold on the current wrestling landscape. Sweeter still, nobody came close to challenging them for it.

Not even the Judgement Day! Chasing their newest runt, JD McDonagh to the top of the cage, Seth and his team mate, Sami Zayn, grabbed hold of their foe. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, they threw him towards a waiting Randy Orton below who executed a picture perfect RKO to finish off the Irishman, adding him to the list of his fallen brothers. All it took was a Cross Rhodes for Cody to metaphorically cut off the head of their leader, Damian Priest, and going in for the pin, the ref counted the one, two, three.

The bell rang and the crowd went wild for their victory. Grinning from ear-to-ear, Seth lapped up the applause, his body wracked with the pain and exertion of the brutal War Games match. Below him, Cody was embracing his husband, Randy, who had triumphantly returned from an eighteen month absence due to a back injury. Seth gazed warmly at the happy pair but beneath his smile, his cogs were already turning. Randy was no push-over in the ring, and Cody, the prodigal son, had a way with the crowd that almost rivalled his own. They were potential threats, ones that could prove dangerous in the future. However, as of that moment in time, they were on the same team and on the same wavelength. Seth wasn't worried. He was too engrossed in relishing his fresh victory, cherishing the noise of adoration from the WWE Universe.

And then the static hit!

Somehow the noise grew, a jet engine roaring in his ear.

'No! No fucking way!'

And there he was! Sauntering in with a plain white shirt and the smuggest grin on his face. As if he had any business being there at all!

CM Punk! Phil fucking Calaway, himself!

Seth couldn't believe his eyes, this couldn't be happening. Punk was finished, washed up, done! He'd been fired from that pissant company, branded a thug, a bully, a locker-room cancer. He'd had his character, his reputation and legacy dragged so viciously in the dirt that he'd never clean his slate again. Never!

So, how the fuck was this happening?

Seth saw red! Pushing back his stunned teammates, he stomped out the cage door, heading for the ramp. His path was blocked by refs and production crew, sensing the rage pulsing through the champion's veins. Seth didn't care. He saw the so-called Best in the World posturing at the entranceway, taking selfies with fans, teasing them with taps on his wristwatch.

And they were lapping it all up! They should have booed him out of the building like they were doing on those other shows, blowing the roof off with chants of 'CM Sucks! CM Sucks!' Not welcoming him back with open arms like some conquering hero. This wasn't fair! This wasn't right!

He had walked out on them nearly ten years ago. He had abandoned them all; the company, the valet division, the fans, even those that needed him most. Right when they'd finally given him the ball, he'd dropped it and never looked back. Not only that but he had done everything in his power to tear it all down since.

So now, he could just... walk back in?

NO! He wasn't having it! Not in his company!

'Woah, woah! Easy there.' He had more people around him now; Cody and Sami, even Michael Cole and Corey Graves had left the commentary table to try and calm Seth down, force him back. It only ignited the fire further.

It was all caught on a fan's mobile phone. How he had repeatedly stuck up his middle fingers at Punk, swearing bloody murder at him with the foulest language he could muster. It would become viral, as much a talking point of that night as the return that proved hell had truly frozen over.

CM Punk was back in the WWE.

While everything else; the War Games match, the victory, even Orton's return all fell away into the background.

Even for Seth, who now had only one focus, one vision. Hearing Punk spew his empty apologies, prattling on about conquering his white whale of main-eventing Wrestlemania, saying that he was finally 'home' before signing that dotted line that tied him to the red brand - Seth's brand! - caused that wrath inside of him to bubble into a boiling froth until he could stand it no longer.

His music hit and he stormed out to the ring. Standing toe-to-toe with his former friend, now his bitter enemy, he stared down the older valet without fear. Eyeing up the deeper lines in his face, the grey in his beard, the new scars marring his skin. Behind those pursed lips, he knew a tooth was missing. Punk had changed in so many ways.

But so had Seth. He was no longer the kitten, and he had outgrown the Architect. He was now the veteran, the top guy, the champion, and Punk was beneath him in every way possible.

'Don't you dare call this place your home!' Seth warned the older man. 'This is my home! This is our home and I will do everything in my power to protect it from people like you!'

Punk looked on, his arms crossed across his chest, blinking slowly like a bored cat. Never once making a move to grab a mic himself.

'I'm going to say this plainly, with every fibre of my being,' he paused, ensuring he could see the look on Punk's face as he uttered, 'I hate you!' It stung him, the older valet ducking his head. 'The truth always comes out, pal, and I know, you know, everybody here knows... this is your last chance.' Another pause, letting the significance of his words set in. 'So one of two things is gonna happen; you either expose yourself and self-destruct like you always do. Or if, by some miracle, you have changed, and you've got any gas left in this old tank? Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to stand across the ring from me, in a World Heavyweight Championship match and then I will expose you for the fraud that you are!'

Finally, finally, Punk grabbed a microphone and Seth readied himself. The other valet was notorious on the mic, it had been what had propelled him above the rest, that had broken down barriers and glass ceilings, that had changed the entire culture of wrestling as a whole. He knew that whatever was coming his way was bound to be brutal.

'Are you done?' the older man asked, patronisingly. Seth tried to keep calm, hide his ire. 'That's your one free pass to stand here and speak to me disrespectfully without me coming after you.' Pass? A free pass? Seth didn't need a fucking free pass! But he had no time to argue back as Punk went on, announcing that he was entering the Royal Rumble. 'And when CM Punk wins, maybe, Seth, it's you, he's coming after!'

The confrontation was over, and even though by all standards, it should have been another victory for Seth, it felt hollow. What good was winning a war of words when his enemy refused to fight?

But he was coming for him, he knew that for certain now. He wanted that main event at Wrestlemania, he wanted that shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

He couldn't let that happen.

But then, as a Scottish poet once said, "the best laid schemes o' mice an' men, gang aft a-gley." Seth injured his knee a few weeks later. He would not be able to fulfil his promise himself.

So he took inspiration from another Scot...

There had been another who was equally enraged at Punk's return. That same night, at Survivor Series, he had stormed out when Cult of Personality hit. A towering, hulking brute who had grown jaded and angry. Who had a knack for putting other superstars on the shelf. Another, who had entered his name into the Royal Rumble.

'Drew McIntyre,' Seth accosted the Scottish Warrior backstage.

'What do you want?' the huge dominant snarled down at him.

Seth was unfazed. 'I believe we both have a common enemy.' McIntyre's eyes narrowed, a sparkle of intrigue in the intense blues. Seth knew then and there that he had the dominant's attention. 'You say you want to redeem yourself?'

He leant in close, whispering conspiratorially.

'How would you like to be the saviour of Wrestlemania?'

Tags; @my-intrests @selamat-linting

[joannasteez]

tanks of blood - table of contents

pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader , biker!cody rhodes x black reader warning: blood and violence. drugs and alcohol. all of the aforementioned will be explicitly stated and described. explicit descriptions of sex, angst and eventual fluff. some chapters will be flashbacks, all of which will have an asterisk next to the link. others will be present time. minors please do not interact with chapters containing aforementioned explicit sexual content. authors note: ok lets try this again. second times a charm. every times a charm as long as i'm having fun! this is probably my oldest roman idea. going way back to before i even started writing for him. shout outs to @333creolelady for CONSTANTLY hearing me rant about this idea lol.

HISTORY

Bloodline Motorcycle Club was founded in the early 1970's and finds its home on the pensacola panhandle.

SOME WORDS

bloodlines are created lovingly. preserved violently. "let there be", and so they came. bursting into existence with a rage akin to the sun, and a daring persistence most similar to life itself. bloodlines are long, some short and others undying. connected through metal and chrome. through blood, bone and tissue. through the love that made them.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

(1) circa '09 * (2) accessories are meant to be worn (3) a funeral, and the second coming back (4) i’ll be your mirror * (5) the trouble was always here

supplemental tidbits / headcanons

part one

[heart4reigns]

OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (iii).

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warnings: curse words, cigarettes, alcohol, the characterization you read in this fic doesn't represent them in real life (please separate fact and fiction)

tags: staring off from roman's perspective!!! yikes, cody painfully trying to befriend (y/n), drunk!(y/n) is a mess and EVIL, the start of a RIVALRY

HE didn't know what went wrong. the champion woke up that day and decided that he was done. roman reigns was on the peak of his successful career and he wouldn't let anyone get in his way. including his own girlfriend (now ex girlfriend) who did nothing but supported him for his career. the thought of breaking up at that moment made him sick, but he had to do it.

months passed and he was still sure he made the right option. roman was busy and didn't see a future for the two of you. the two of you knew that time was your biggest enemy, but you wanted to pull through together. by the time you wanted to fix it, it was too late–he broke up with you.

it broke his heart seeing you wipe away your tears in front of him and then since that, everyone, including him, saw the changes in your personality. work-wise? you were also thriving. mentally? you were a wreck. the first few weeks, roman too, was a mess. but he pulled through, going over his regular schedule (this time without you). he was ready to let you go, but this new ‘friendship’ with rhodes he saw? it got into his head for a bit.

the wrestler brushed it off at first, not thinking about anything but himself. yes, he was still in love with you, but there was no point of getting back together. right now, all he had to do was just keep on going with whatever he had in his life. his career, his family, his fans, and himself–roman knew his priorities. after your argument last time, his heart ached for you.

seeing you lash out on him wasn’t surprising for the tribal chief. maybe he overstepped the line, trying to justify his standings by defending himself. but this version of you scared him. you had nothing to lose, you already lost so much and it was all because of him. an internal conflict started between his heart and his brain.

work came and you were mentally preparing yourself to face the day. you were in another city for smackdown. tomorrow night was the first segment of the bloodline vs american nightmare feud. the bitter taste of coffee went down your throat, keeping you awake. “you’re here!” everyone’s attention turned to you as jey waved from the ring. “yeah, continue whatever you’re doing.” you went over the ropes, not feeling intimidated even though there were 6 men in front of you.

cody was also there, studying his lines. "i was wondering if you were going to come." he said to you. "i am always going to supervise." you replied. "that means we're gonna see each other more often then, what if we become best friends?" he smiled. "just because we get to see each other more often doesn't mean we're going to be friends, cody." he only shook his head in response. "i am starting to get used to your snarky personality."

the tribal chief couldn't help but to study your interaction with cody. he could tell that you were trying to push him away, but he didn't give up on talking to you. "didn't know (y/n) was friends with cody." jimmy commented. "they're not friends, they're colleagues." roman added. "hey, she can have friends too besides us, you know." jey nudged him, trying to get on his cousin's skin as a joke, causing him to laugh.

"hey, did you all come out here just to joke around? move your asses, get to work!" your stern voice filled the arena.

the rehearsal ended, they were ready to go. everyone gathered around you, waiting for revisions. "cody, your shit-talking sounds more like a speech, try to be more provocative. jimmy and jey, same goes to you guys, be more provocative. solo, you're all good. reigns," you paused a second, making eye-contact with him. "learn your lines, you're not new here."

"but i said exactly the same thing as the lines." he furrowed your eyebrows. "you kept on mumbling them. listen, i wrote these lines. i know if you did something wrong." at this point, everyone was side-eyeing the two of you. "okay." for the first time in several months, he didn't fight back. it caught you off-guard. "this is a good story, everyone. i don't want it to flop because your asses can't act."

"you all want to give your best right? then prove it tomorrow night. get some rest and pack it up." they all nodded. "if anyone fucks up, you're no longer dealing with paul, no. not you heyman. you're gonna be dealing with me."

you left the ring, going back to the backstage to monitor the lightings. "damn." jimmy muttered. "i'm scared honestly." jey added. "god, i need a drink." roman sighed in frustration. "me too." solo nodded. "alright, we’re drinking tonight, boys.” it was a cousins night out.

"i'm actually really excited for this storyline." jey said, drinking his tequila on the rocks. "me too, kinda bored out of my mind with tag-team fights." his twin agreed on his statement. "i'm excited to be working with (y/n) again." jey couldn't help but to smile at his own sentence. "dawg, you see her almost every week." jimmy shook his head.

the table went silent as jey mentioned your name. "i'm not blaming it on you uce, but i kinda miss the old (y/n)." jey sighed, recollecting old memories. "yeah, gotta admit feels like something’s missing here..." solo sighed. the mood dropped within seconds. roman only stared into his glass, not knowing what to respond. "i mean, we get it. it's for the best but i miss her too." jimmy continued, feeding fuel to the fire. "there's nothing i can do about it." and he was right, there was nothing roman could do to bring the old you back.

but cody, on the other hand, would do anything to bring this old (y/n) back. he grew curious of the old you. he was in the arena, waiting for you to come out from the camera room. "and why are you still here, cody?" he looked up from his phone, facing your stare. "oh, i was waiting for you! are you done yet?"

“yeah, what’s up?” you raised an eyebrow. “no, i was thinking about giving you a ride back.” this dude never gives up, you thought. “i brought my own car.” “no you didn’t, you told heyman you got into a fight with your uber, i overheard.” you couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. “i can go on my own, thank you though.” cody shook his head. “no, it’s already late and i don’t want you to go back on your own."

so there you were, after 15 minutes of pure arguing, you were in his car. "why do you always decline rides? like you're literally saving 30 dollars here." "fuck you cody, your ruined my plan. i was gonna go solo-drinking." his eyes lit up in excitement. "then let's go! what's stopping you from drinking? me? i drink a lot too!" you immediately shook your head. "no, thanks."

"i'm buying!" "okay, fine."

you went to the nearest bar and it was... kinda sketchy, you thought. but there were no other bars since you were in another city, so you had no options. it wasn't packed, only bike-riders and old men drinking their sorrows out. "table for 2." cody spoke to the waitress. she smiled flirtatiously at him and guided the two of you to the booth. "thanks, pretty girl." he winked at her.

cody rhodes was charming. you couldn't deny that he had a handsome face and a very very fun personality. you knew that he caught everyone's attention, he had a dating history with some of the staffs who worked for you–but it didn't last long as he was a very free-spirited person. he reminded you of your old self in some kind of way.

"what can i get for you today?" he looked at you, waiting for your answer. "can we get 6 shots?" you told the waitress. "is that all?" she replied. "no, cody. order what you want." he chuckled at your ability to drink. "just a beer for me, thank you." he winked at the waitress again. "if you guys need anything, just tell me... i mean anything." she looked at cody.

the drinks were already in front of you and you drank the first shot. one shot down. "god." you muttered, feeling the burning sensation of alcohol going down your throat. "do you usually drink this much before showtime?" cody furrowed his brows, clearly confused. "yes and no." you shook your head. "i just needed a drink after all of this shit that i went through this past few weeks." he only responded with a nod.

"so, what do you wanna talk about?" you rolled your eyes at his sentence. "shut up. you should be thankful i'm here with you." cody snickered. "i just realized we never hung out before." two shots down. "because i don't have a lot of friends, i don't like people." you confessed. "really? that's not what i heard from the other wrestlers." you sighed. "are you trying to get some gossip out of me? because it's not working."

to say the least, it was rare for you to finally give in to hangouts after work. but you really needed a drink. "no, no. i just want... to get to know you better?" cody cringed at his own sentence. "what is it with you, cody? you're not intimidated by me. that's just weird." three shots down and you were already a bit lightheaded. "why would i be?" his respond made you think for a bit. "well, i don't know. i know everyone talks about me changing and all, some of my old friends cut me off." you blurted out, words started slurring as you felt the alcohol in your veins.

"i'm not afraid or intimidated by you, (y/n). i mean, i wanna be friends with you. i don't care if you're cold or this 'bitch from upstairs', i know you're a good person." he took another shot. "that's the problem, rhodes. you don't know me." you were still putting your guard up. "one friend won't hurt you, (y/n)." his words felt genuine, cueing you to take another shot. four shots down. "okay, let's slow down." he chuckled.

you cursed yourself for drinking too fast. "i want to be friends with a lot of people. i missed being care-free and not having to put my guard up, but i'm just so scared people might take me for granted again." you finally confessed. "i fucking hate this heartbreak situation. i hate myself for putting myself in this position. closed-off after a breakup? that's just so fucking weak of me." you continued.

"hey, you're not weak. heartbreaks are hard to deal with!" "i don't know, cody. like you said, it hurts seeing the person who broke your heart almost every time you go to work. i fucking hate him." five shots down. "i'm sorry, this is why i go solo-drinking, i can't control what i'm saying." you let out a chuckle. cody's eyes widened in surprise as he heard your laughter. it was the first time you let out a laugh and he loved it.

"i just wish we ended in good terms. i don't know if i still want him or not, but every time i see him my heart hurts." you laid your chin on the table, clearly taking in the alcohol in your system. "not to mention his cousins are always with him, i don't get to see them very often without him in the crime scene." you complained. "my only friend is my fucking boss now and he's always busy."

the blond-haired man took another shot as he was preparing for another proposal. "my offer still stands," he paused for a bit, unknowingly patting your head. you furrowed your eyebrows, face flushing red. "i can be your friend, your wingman, or so. i don't have any relations with your ex, we're just colleagues." cody continued. "well, you're not intimidated by me. i guess you can say we're kinda friends? not best friends though." cody smiled at your response.

"i'll take that."

six shots down and you were drunk. "you know what, fuck that dude. fuck his pretty smile, fuck his pretty hair, fuck everything that we've been through, i'm fucking amazing!" you couldn't stop smiling. "i'm (y/n) fucking (l/n)! i don't cry for people, people cry for me." cody nodded, agreeing with your statement. "fuck him!" he was being a hype-man to you. "fuck who?" speak of the devil.

you looked up from cody, only to be greeted by your ex boyfriend's face and his cousins standing behind him. "damn, we in the same bar this entire time?" jey said. "hiiiiiiii." you waved at him, even though he was literally standing near your table. "how many shots did she have?" roman raised an eyebrow. "6 shots." cody replied. "did you drink?" roman continued. "only a beer." cody pointed at his bottle.

"what the fuck are you doing here, reigns?" your vision was blurry, but you could tell that it was roman. "i was having a drink, turns out you're here too." he replied. "oh." was all that came out of your mouth. "well then, get going. i don't want to see your face." your words were still laced with venom. "not until you get back to the hotel safely, let's get you back." roman took your hand, but you slapped it away.

"i came here with cody and i'm leaving with him." you barked at him. "i don't trust him enough to drive you back." cody felt disrespected by his comment. before cody could respond, you stood up from your seat. "and who asked for your opinion? i trust him and your opinions don't matter to me anymore. who the fuck do you think you are?"

the conversation was heated, leaving jey, jimmy, solo, and cody in distress. "you shouldn't really drink with someone you just knew, (y/n). you're better than this. come on, let's go back." you clenched your jaw as you heard his sentence. "yeah, i don't give a shit about what you think! fuck off." you were too drunk to control your words. "you're no one to me, reigns." your head was spinning around.

"just go, roman. she's safe with me, i'll text you when we get back. don't worry about anything." roman stared at cody, uncertain about what he should do. "yeah, bro. come on, let's get going. we'll see y'all tomorrow." jimmy intervened, not wanting to cause a bar fight between an angry 'bitch from upstairs' and the tribal chief. "you'll be fine right, (y/n)?" solo asked. "i'll be okay, just get him out of my face." you ushered them away.

"text me when you get back, cody." the blond nodded, keeping his words. the four of them left, leaving you stressed out by your sudden outburst. "hey, (y/n). are you okay?" cody sat up from his seat, taking the empty spot next to you. he patted your back as he saw tears streaming down your face. "fuck, i hate it here." you muttered. "you wanna go back?" you nodded at his sentence.

the ride back to the hotel was silent. with your raging headache and sleepy demeanour, you couldn't think straight. "we're here. let's go, what's your room number?" he unbuckled your seatbelt, helping you walk. "409." you replied, getting back on your feet. "oh, we're neighbors. i'm in 411." the two of you walked silently inside the elevator.

you stood in front of the door, trying to get the keys out of your bag. "here i got it." cody offered a hand. you gave him your bag and he unlocked the room. "i'll be next door if you need anything, (y/n)." he announced. "yeah..." you couldn't even open your eyes to respond to him. you flopped to the hotel bed, falling face first. "good night then." "wait." you said, gaining his attention.

"thanks for tonight, cody. i really needed that drink." he chuckled at your sentence. "you know, it won't hurt for you to be friends with me, (y/n). i won't take you for granted." he confessed. "i just hope that you know i would really like to get to know you better." cody continued. "don't take it too hard on yourself, (y/n). good night."

cody: back at the hotel with (y/n), she's asleep

roman: thanks

roman: just so u know i was trying to protect her

cody: dw about it ik because i'm just some dude from work

he turned off his phone and laid on his bed, thinking about the events that happened today. cody smiled as he remembered your ramblings. you were slowly opening up to him, even though you were drunk off your ass, he appreciated the thought of you wanting to get drinks with him. what caught him off guard was roman's distrust for him. but then again, he was just some dude from your work, trying to befriend you no matter what it takes.

a/n: take a guess of (y/n)'s zodiac damn... i think she's either an aries sun or taurus sun with gemini rising, anywayss like usual requests are open and feel free to drop some questions/requests! hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! feedbacks are highly appreciated ♡

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Hello is it possible to get a one shot of Cody Rhodes? The prompt is "Cody comforts the reader when she's on her period"

I have awful cramps and would love something sweet to take my mind off of it. Thank you! 🌸

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Chocolate & Blankets

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Feader

Desc: Y/N is on the worst thing a woman could ever possibly experience every month & Cody is right there to comfort her (and be a little annoying.)

Contents: FLUFF, Period pains, Cussing, Soft!Cody, Cody being a perv, just something sweet :)

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Cody hadn’t seen you this bad since like, a few months ago, He stayed downstairs in the kitchen staring at the TV watching some football game and scoffing when the team he rooted for was loosing, You were upstairs sulking in bed as your period had started this morning & it was a whole thing, You threatened to claw off Cody’s face when he squeezed the spot you were cramping in by accident and that’s how he knew. Today was the day to be concerned and loving towards you more than he usually is which you never knew how this tops how he treats you most of the time.

Not only that but this was the WORST week for this to happen, Cody & You were traveling tomorrow to Miami to get ready for this years Summer slam where he would be fighting with Roman Reigns & The rock.

He looked up when you came downstairs with the entire comforter wrapped around you & he had to turn around and cover his mouth from letting out a laugh before making his way to you & engulfing you in his arms “Awh sweetheart..” he snorted a little at how you looked with a whole bed’s worth of comforter around you but you glared “Shut up Cody it comforts me.” He hummed and kissed the top of your head “Anything I can get you sweetheart?” You nodded slowly and flopped onto the couch “Pads & Chocolate.”

Cody’s face dropped with sheer panic which was fair, You usually had pads prepared but you were running out so he had to go out and do the shopping for the first time but he rolled his neck and nodded “Yeah of course. I’ll go uh- I’ll go do that now.” He grabbed his keys and practically ran out of the door while you laid on the couch waiting.

So here he was, in the women’s section of the store, there were ten different pad sizes on the packaging that he got concerned & face-timed you “yes Cody?” You answered “Babe what’s your vagina size?” You went silent and furrowed your eyebrows “Sorry?? I’m not following through what do you mean?@ Cody cleared his throat and flipped the camera and pointed at the pads that said Small, Medium, Large, XTRA large which made you sigh “Get medium babe & for the record the pad size isn’t the size of my vagina, it depends off of the flow.” He tossed the pads in the basket and hummed “Yeah well I also never had to buy you pads before so..” You hung up on him mid sentence which left him bewildered in the middle of the store but he went off to the candy isle & tossed a variety of snacks in there, Snickers, Kisses, Hershey chocolate bar, Twix, Chips, Cookies ETC

Soon he came home with bags surrounding his arms while he nudged the door open with his hip and set the bags next to you on the couch “Your knight and shining armor has returned babygirl.” You giggled and sat up while picked you up and carried you upstairs and sat you on the bed while he went back down to retrieve the stuff he got you, You were confused with what he was doing and tried asking but he held out a singular finger before hustling into the bathroom and running a warm bath & dunking a bath bomb inside of it before retrieving you “ ‘mon princess your taking a bath.”

You smiled as you got up and went into the bathroom and discarded your clothes and putting your hair up while he helped you get into the tub, “better?” You smiled nodding “much better, thank you Codes.” He smiled and helped get you washed up before helping you out of the tub and putting you in something more comfortable and loose, he laid you down and turned on your favorite show on your shared ipad and sat it on your lap while giving you the bag of candy he got you

“I don’t need you worrying about tomorrow so later tonight i’ll pack our bags so you can get rest.” He addressed before getting in bed with you and running his hand over your tummy and adding a little pressure “What would I do with you?” You muttered into his shoulder while watching your show.

“y’know if you reallyy wanna get rid of these cramps & painful hot flashes we cannot maybee pause that for a good 9 months if you catch my drift.” “Shutup cody.” You laughed and smacked his chest before he chuckled and gave you a kiss “Offer will still be up on the table.”

That was definitely something you might wanna think about and consider once you were over with your period.

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A/N- HII lovey!! I hope you liked it i’m sorry if it was to short I was a little swamped today!! But please feel free to send more requests!! If you want you can claim that Emoji so I know if it’s you making cody requests! <3