#bloodline fan fiction

[acknowledge-reigns]

Wolf's Den | Zilla Fatu x Black Fem!Reader x Jacob Fatu SMUT (18+)

Requested by: @wrestlingbaby

Description: Jacob helps Zilla punish reader. Smut based on that one episode of Total Divas where Jim and Trin argue about her losing her ring, but with Zilla/Jacob x Reader.

Warnings: Arguing/light angst, Dom/sub dynamic, Punishment, degradation, BDSM club, Mentions of Roman + Jimmy/Naomi + Jey/Rhea + Tiffy/Nia + Drew/Punk + Zaria/Giulia/Stephanie in kink context (don't judge me!) flogger, impact play, multiple partners, double penetration, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), swallowing, Daddy Dom and Primal Dom, Honorifics, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, face fucking, Zilla cums in her, praise, petnames, general filth with a fluffy ending.

My masterlist can be found here

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are based in kayfabe not based upon any real people.

Zilla sat in the driver's seat of the car, his jaw clenched in frustration. He couldn't believe that after all the time and effort he had put into planning their wedding, picking out the perfect ring etc, his new wife had lost her wedding ring.

"I told you to wear it all the time," he said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "But you never listen."

"I know, I know," she said, her voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I keep forgetting to put it on."

Zilla let out a scoff. "You keep forgetting? It's not that hard to remember to wear a damn ring, Y/N."

He glances over at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Do you even care about our marriage at all?" he asks, his voice harsh. "Because it seems like you don't care about anything I do for you."

Her eyes widened at his accusation, hurt and anger flashing across her face.

"How dare you say that," she retorted, her own anger rising to match his. "I care about our marriage more than anything. I just... I'm sorry I lost the ring, okay? But it's not like I did it on purpose."

"Only me and you know the story of that ring—that's the sentimental value it has to me." Zilla said

She felt a pang of guilt at his words, realizing the significance of the ring. She knew how much it meant to him, and she hated herself for losing it.

"I know," she said softly, her voice laced with regret. "I'm so sorry, Zilla. I should have taken better care of it."

He was silent for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel still tight. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with anger and frustration.

"Sorry don't fix anything," he finally said, his voice cold. "but it's okay. I got something for yo' ass."

She looked at him, a mix of curiosity and apprehension on her face. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, she shouldn't be excited but she really was.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice small and submissive.

Zilla drove in silence, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine. After a few minutes, they pulled up in front of a nondescript building.

He got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door for her and gesturing for her to get out.

She got out of the car, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She recognized the building as the Wolf's Den, the kink club that Zilla's cousin Jacob owned. The two of them frequent here often, the whole kinky ass bloodline does really. It's a safe space for wrestlers to get their dungeon fix without worrying about the press picking up on details of their sex lives.

Wolf's Den was known as one of the safest BDSM clubs in the country. People were heavily vetted, background checks were done, there were club rules and safe words and there was always more than one Dungeon Monitor on duty to ensure things stay safe, sane and consensual

After Zilla scanned his membership card for entry, Y/N followed him inside, her eyes darting around the dimly lit interior, taking in the various equipment and furnishings scattered throughout the room as couples spread about made use of them. In passing she saw Jimmy with Naomi on a spanking bench, Rhea with Jey on a leash, Tiffy kneeling at Nia's feet and Drew working Punk over with a flogger while he's tied to the St. Andrew's Cross in the corner of the room.

Zilla led her deeper into the familiar club, The air was thick with the scent of leather and sweat, and the sound of moans and whimpers filled the room.

They finally bumped into Jacob, who was talking to another patron. A newbie, Mistress Zaria and her pets Giulia and Stephanie.

"Aye, uce," Zilla said, nodding at his cousin. "We need a private room."

Jacob looked over at them, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Of course," he said, his eyes flicking between the two of them. "Follow me, Uce."

He turned and led them through a door at the back of the room, opening it to reveal a hallway that had the four private rooms and led them straight to the open one.

Once they were in the private room, Zilla turned to Jacob.

"Can I ask a favor?" he said, his voice low.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"Sure, what is it?" he asked.

Zilla glanced at his wife, then back at Jacob.

"I need you to help me punish her," he said, nodding in her direction.

Jacob's smirk widened, his eyes roaming over her body.

"With pleasure," he said, his voice dripping with excitement.

"What's your color, babygirl?" Zilla asked y/n in regards to the traffic light safe word system. Green meaning good, Yellow meaning slow down and Red meaning stop.

"Green, Daddy!" Y/N eagerly confirmed.

Zilla stepped aside, giving Jacob full access to her.

"She lost something important," Zilla said, his eyes darkening. "And she needs to be taught a lesson."

Jacob moved closer to her, his gaze hungry as he looked her up and down.

"I can definitely help with that," he said, his voice low and seductive. "She looks like she needs a firm hand."

Jacob reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him.

"You ready to be punished, sweetheart?" he asked, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She huffs but doesn't respond.

"Answer me," he said, his tone demanding.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting between him and Zilla.

"Y-yes," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob chuckled, clearly pleased with her response.

"Good girl," he purred, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. "You bout to learn your lesson tonight."

"Remember, baby, I'm your Daddy. Jacob is your Alpha. Just like before." Zilla said referring to the last time he and Jacob played with her together. Zilla was newer, less experienced at being a Dom, a brat tamer at that. And Jacob was always happy to lend a helping hand in keeping y/n in line. Roman had also done the job a time or two. The tribal chief was by far the strictest Dom of the bunch. Y/N enjoyed being shared, Zilla enjoyed sharing her but only with his cousins.

She shivered at Zilla's words, memories of their previous encounters with Jacob flooding her mind. She remembered the way he would tease and taunt her, how he would push her limits and make her submit to his every command.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she realized that tonight was going to be no different.

Zilla was a caring, yet firm Daddy Dom, always taking care of her and making sure she was comfortable and safe during their scenes and otherwise. He was the one who would comfort her after, praising her and making sure she knew how good she was.

Jacob, on the other hand, was a Primal Dom. He was rougher, more demanding, and didn't hold back when it came to pushing her limits. He liked to see her break, to make her beg and plead for his touch. Still caring and protective though.

Zilla always knew that his wife was in good hands with his cousin, and he trusted Jacob to give her the punishment she deserved.

Jacob circled her slowly, his eyes raking over her body as he took in every curve and dip. He stopped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

She felt his hands on her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her back against him, her body flush against his chest.

"Such a naughty girl.. Givin' Uce a hard time." he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She couldn't help but get aroused at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, his voice sending shivers down her spine. He took in the aroma of her cocoa butter lotion.

She knew that she was in for a rough night, but the thought only excited her more.

He chuckled at her reaction, his hands sliding up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist.

"You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "You like being at my mercy."

She tried to suppress a moan, but a small, needy sound escaped her lips anyway.

"Y-yes," she managed to whisper, her body already responding to his touch.

"Aht aht! Yes what?" Zilla corrected her on Jacob's behalf

"Yes, Alpha." She responded to Jacob as Zilla began pulling her clothes off.

"Good girl," Jacob said, a satisfied smirk on his face as she corrected herself.

He watched as Zilla began to undress her, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Her clothes fell to the floor, leaving her standing naked before them. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable, exposed under their gazes.

Jacob's hands moved back to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer to him.

"Get on your knees," Jacob commanded, his voice low and firm. "And suck him off. You need to make it up to him, for being such a forgetful slut."

She obeyed, dropping to her knees in front of Zilla. She looked up at him with wide eyes, tugging down his pants and boxers.

Zilla's hand reached out, his fingers carefully tangling in her hair as he guided her head towards his cock.

"Go on, baby girl," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Take it like a good girl."

She wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her mouth slowly. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive skin.

Zilla let out a low moan, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her take him deeper.

Jacob stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he watched the scene unfold.

As she continued to suck on Zilla's cock, Jacob reached for a flogger that was nearby. He trailed the tresses over her back, teasing her skin with the soft touch.

He waited until she was completely distracted before bringing the flogger down on her skin, the impact sending a sharp sting through her body.

She moaned around Zilla's cock, the pain from the flogger mixing with pleasure.

Zilla groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she took his cock deeper, her tongue working over him.

Jacob continued to alternate between the flogger and his hands, spanking her and caressing her skin. He knew just how to push her limits, how to keep her on edge and wanting more.

Zilla was close to losing control, his breathing growing ragged as he fought to hold back his release.

She could feel Zilla tensing, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She knew he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking with renewed fervor.

Jacob watched her intently, a smirk on his face as he continued to tease her with the flogger.

Zilla couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he came, spilling himself into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her tongue still working over him as he rode out his orgasm.

Zilla let out a shaky breath as he came down from his high, his grip on her hair loosening.

Jacob chuckled, setting the flogger aside for the moment. He knelt down behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

With a nod from Jacob as if the two were silently communicating, Zilla helped her up and positioned her on her hands and knees.

She was now facing Jacob, who was sitting in front of her, his cock hard and waiting for her. She had no clue at what point he'd shed his clothes.

Behind her, Zilla positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly pushed into her.

She moaned as Zilla filled her.

Jacob reached out, gently guiding her head down towards his cock.

"Come on, baby. Open that pretty mouth for me," he coaxed.

She parted her lips, taking Jacob's cock into her mouth.

As she started to suck on him, Zilla began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first.

She moaned around Jacob's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Zilla's grip on her hips tightened as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

She struggled to keep her focus on Jacob, her mind fogging with pleasure as Zilla pounded into her from behind.

Jacob's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he started to thrust into her mouth in time with Zilla's rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, and the wet sounds of her mouth around Jacob's cock and Zilla in her warm wet pussy.

Jacob's head fell back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he used her mouth to chase his own release.

Zilla's thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his second orgasm.

Jacob was close as well, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her head in place, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jacob groaned, his voice strained.

Zilla grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even harder as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, Zilla gave a final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her.

Jacob let out a strangled cry as he followed suit, his release spilling into her mouth.

She was a mess of moans and whimpers, her body trembling between the two of them as she felt Zilla's release fill her.

It didn't take long for her own orgasm to hit, her body tensing and clenching around Zilla as she came undone.

Zilla and Jacob both stilled, both of them panting as they came down from their highs.

Zilla gently pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used in the best way possible.

She collapsed onto her elbows, her body spent and exhausted.

Jacob reached out to brush a strand of hair out of her face, his expression tender despite the roughness of their previous actions.

Zilla knelt down beside her, his hands running soothingly over her back.

"You did so well, baby. So good for us," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate.

She leaned into his touch, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jacob chuckled, his hand moving to caress her cheek.

"You look absolutely wrecked," he said, his tone playful.

She could only manage a weak nod in response, too spent to form coherent words.

Zilla chuckled as well, his hands moving to her hips and gently turning her over so she was lying on her back.

Jacob smiled and stood up, understanding that Zilla wanted a moment alone with her.

"I'll go clean up," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before pulling his clothes on.

"See you later, Uce." he said to Zilla who gave him a nod.

Once Jacob was gone, Zilla turned his attention back to his wife.

He laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his chest.

He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her as if he never wanted to let go.

"You took us both so well," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and affection.

She let out a soft sigh, her body still sensitive and sore from their earlier activities.

Zilla's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch gentle but possessive, as if he was claiming her all over again.

His hands eventually came to rest on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her skin.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "My beautiful wife."

"I really am sorry about the ring" Y/N reiterated.

"I'ma buy you another one, baby. And a hundred more after that if I got to, as long as you're mine." Zilla responded.

"I love you, Z." She said

He pulled back slightly to look down at her, his eyes filled with affection and adoration.

"I love you too, babygirl," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Forever".

"Forever" Y/N confirmed with a soft content sigh.

[raya-hunter01]

WIP Wednesday-Bad Habit pt. 2

WIP Wednesday Continued....

While on vacation after his WrestleMania loss, Roman comes to Smackdown looking to talk to Savannah, who he hasn’t heard from in three weeks. Upon arrival, he sees Carmelo at the show with Savannah and makes a point to remind her just who has her heart.

Three Weeks Later

Roman’s Pov

“I can’t believe she is here with his ass,” I hissed watching Savannah and Carmelo backstage.

“Well, he is her man, what do you expect? I’d be around too if my lady’s ex was still tryin’ to get with her,” Jimmy said as I shot him a look.

“Ain’t no tryin’ to get wit her, Savannah knows what time it is and I have no problem reminding her,” I said confidently watching the couple walk over to talk to Paul.

“You know he’s getting drafted to smackdown with us,” Sefa said as I frowned at him.

“Excuse me? What the hell you talkin’ bout?”

“You heard me, Savannah told me they were drafting him to smackdown. So, when you come back from this well needed vacation, be an adult,” Sefa said a little bolder.

 I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the so-called happy couple and it made my blood boil.

Now, I gotta deal with seeing this motherfucka every week following Savannah around like a lap dog.

“I ain’t gotta do shit but get my girl back,” I said looking at the photo on my phone of Savannah and I.

“Uce, you had your girl, but you were chasing something else.” Jimmy said as I growled.

“I wasn’t ready then and we both agreed to the breakup. I mean we stayed friends,” I said as Sefa rolled his eyes.

“Oh, so you ready to be in a relationship with Savannah now?” Jey asked as I nodded.

“Yea, I am. I know what I want and that’s Savannah, it’s always been her.”

I heard Savannah’s laugh and looked back and saw Carmelo kissing her on the neck, making her blush as our boss looked on in amusement.

“Melo! Stop,” I heard Savannah laugh he scooped her up in his arms stealing a kiss as she caressed his face.

What the fuck in she is doing with this clown? There is no way he is pleasing her like I can.

 I felt disrespected watching them, I mean a couple weeks ago she was in my bed, screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

“Aye, we gotta get ready for the show, stay outta trouble,” Jimmy said as I smiled.

“Oh, I’m good fam… I’m about to head to my dressing room to watch the show,” I said still eying Carmelo and Savannah.

“We’ll see about this shit,” I muttered pulling out my phone shooting Savannah a text.

Savannah’s POV

“It’s really good to have you on board,” Paul said as Carmelo smiled, completely on cloud nine that he was finally on the main roster.

“I just want to say thank you for the opportunity and I won’t let you down,” Carmelo said as my text alerts went off, the familiar tone letting me know Roman was near.

“Who is it bae?” he asked as I nervously cleared my throat, quickly responding to Roman's message, with a question of my own that he didn't take it too kindly.

“Uh, just Trin letting me know she would be home tomorrow, and we could go shopping,” I said feeling horrible about the white lie I just told.

I mean Trin did text me that about thirty minutes ago, so it wasn’t a complete lie.

“I’m up soon so I’m going to go get my mind right,” Carmelo said as I smiled truly proud of him but those texts from Roman had me on edge.

I almost felt guilty for Kissing Carmelo before he went off into gorilla to prepare for his match.

Knowing I was playing with fire, I started toward my office ignoring Roman’s request.

Just as I tried to open the door, Roman wrapped me up in his arms holding me close, dropping a tender kiss on my neck.

 Damn him….

"What are you doing?" I hissed as he chuckled at my attempt to flee from his arms.

“You just refuse to follow directions, don’t you?” Roman whispered as I looked around to see if anyone was watching us as he caressed my stomach.

“Roman, why are you following me? Someone might see you,” I said in a panic removing his arms from around my waist as he shrugged.

“I don’t give a damn what people think Savannah, but how you gon’ ignore my text and sneak off,” Roman said as I ignored him and went into my office, hoping he would get the hint but to no avail.

“I’m not doing this here with you Roman,” I whispered as he followed me into my office, slamming the door and locking it.

“You have been avoiding me for three weeks. Your gonna talk to me, 'cause this shit is getting stupid now.”

“Don’t be slammin’ my damn door! I told you I’m not doing this with you here, I’m working! I hissed as he scoffed.

“Oh, but we are doing this here.  You can’t talk to me, the man you love, but you really like out here in front of our coworkers, and family with this motherfucka.

“Don’t do that..... Acting like I’m doing something to you or I broke your heart. You ended it, not me!” I screamed losing my cool.

“So to punish me you paradin’ him around, throwin’ it in my face, letting him kiss all on you n shit,” Roman hissed as I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“I didn’t parade nobody around; he has a match tonight!” I hissed pissed off at his assumptions and the pure nerve.

“Stop playin’ with me Savannah, dump the pretty boy, and let's start over. This shit has gone on long enough, I’m sorry, ok.”

“I don’t belong to you Roman; you can’t tell me what to do. We aren’t toge-” his lips crashing against mine stopping my rant.

“You do, and I belong to you,” he panted as we clawed at each other’s clothes.

It has been three weeks since we’d seen each other and we both were feenin’…..Bad.

“I’mma show you who you belong too and it ain’t him,” Roman growled, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carrying me to the couch.

“Show me then,” I taunted as he growled. Ok, maybe I took it too far. This was dangerous, we were at work, and anybody could walk by and hear us, but we didn’t care.

After he laid me down on the couch, I watched him with bated breath as he went to the counter and grabbed a towel.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he laid the towel out it out beside me.

“Take the dress off, lay on the towel, and don’t make me tell you again.” His powerful sexy voice made me clench my thighs together.

“It’s going to get messy, and I don’t wanna waste a drop. Cause I ain’t stoppin’ till you cum in my mouth, and all on this dick,” he declared with a groan.

Tingles began to wander throughout my entire body as I slid over onto the towel, taking my dress off, knowing he meant business.

The look of pure hunger in his eyes as he eagerly sank to his knees, ripping my panties before burying his face in my welcoming center as I groaned in pleasure.

He was always this way, eager to please me, and to prove a point.

What was the point you ask?.......I belonged to him.

“Roman, we can’t keep arguing and keep ending up like this,” I moaned as Roman devoured my pussy with his mouth without a care in the world as I tried to catch my breath.

“I told you I ain’t stoppin’ till you cum in my mouth,” he moaned caressing my thighs, gently lappin’ up my juices as my body arched up against his mouth.

“We gotta stop this!” I yelped closing my eyes as he continued his assault on my wet and tender pussy, working me into a frenzy as I fought to surrender my all to him once again.

“Savannah, look at Daddy,” he moaned as I willed my eyes to his, seeing that familiar gleam of pride gracing his handsome face.

Proud that he had me at his mercy, proud of the fact that he could have me any and every way he wanted.

Proud that he could have me whenever or wherever he wanted.

“Roman, wait a minute,” I whimpered pushing at his head as he raised his head slightly, replacing his mouth with two of his fingers. Though giving me a breather, he was focused on getting what he came here for.

 His passionate gaze held me captive as his fingers curved against my g-spot. I gasped at the new sensation as he licked his lips watching me in awe.  

“Yeeaa, you talkin’ all dat shit, but you know Daddy knows every inch of his pussy and you love it,” he moaned as my body trembled in gratitude.

“Now what do you need to tell me?” he asked, his voice deep and mesmerizing.

 “Thank you, so much Daddy!” I exclaimed gripping his hand as he went deeper.

 My earlier thoughts long removed; this was dangerous but so fuckin’ good.

“Your welcome baby, I love pleasin’ you,” he whispered as my body moved against his fingers. My body betraying my mind as I licked my lips.

Seeing the remnants of my essence dripping from his beard and lips was stirring something deeper within me and he knew it…

He knew it because he knew me, and he loved that shit.

“Mmhm, you see it don’t you? You love to see all dat good, good, drippin’ from Daddy’s lips and beard, don’t you?” He asked.

His fingers masterfully thrusting against my g-spot. “Yes! I love it, Daddy. Oouu, I do.. So much!” I cried.

“Uh huh, you love it cause’ it means Daddy been puttin’ in dat good work, don’t it?” Roman groaned licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come.

“Yes! Fuck, yes! “I screamed as I felt my body beginning to ache with need.

“You need Daddy’s mouth, and fingers don’t you?” He whispered as my body trembled with need as a strangled cry escaped my lips.

“Tell me Savannah, will that make my pussy cum for me?” he asked as I fell deeper under his spell and didn’t want to be rescued.

“Uh! Yes!….Roman, yes! Please…. Make me cum!” I cried, not too proud to beg nor care who could be walking by as he growled in satisfaction as I bent to his will.

“All you had to do was ask… Stop fightin’ it, Savannah. Let me give you what we both want.”

“Which is what?” I gasped, wanting to hear him say it as he smirked, nipping at my inner thigh.

 “Me makin’ my pussy cum,” his deep voice confessed as he went back to work, his mouth devouring pussy whole as I screamed in pleasure.

“You’re going to cum in my mouth,” he moaned as I gasped feeling the end near as his words exciting me even more.

“ Mmm, I plan on it.”

“And then…..You gonna Cum all on dis dick,” he moaned against my sex, as he continued to lap up my juices eagerly.

His passionate gaze burning a hole in my heart and soul as he took me to the edge.

“Roman, shit!” I gasped grabbing the back of his head, as he continuously swirled his tongue around my clit, sucking, and nibbling on the sensitive nub. His fingers teasingly curving in and out of my hot wet center at a steady pace.

His mouth sending toe curling vibrations down my spine.

Suddenly he wrapped my legs around his head, going even deeper.

Shit, he ain’t playin’ right now.

“W- Wa- Wait, it’s too much…Mmm, Roman!” I screamed clawing at the back of his head as his grip tightened around my thighs.

His strong arms holding me over his mouth as he quenched his thirst.

“Shhh…….. Don’t fight it, I know just what you need…..And trust me, it’s never too much,” he moaned.

 Gripping the sheets, I looked at him in awe, biting my bottom lip trying not to scream so loud as he took me higher and higher.  

He looked so fucking sexy on his knees pleasuring me selflessly as I finally relaxed my body, surrendering all and welcoming all he had to give.

“Yea, that’s it…… Relax and give in to what you need,” he moaned as I writhed beneath him unable to think straight. My moans getting louder and louder.

“Oh! Fuck! Roman...Mmm, baby!.”

“Mmhm, dats it… Give dat shit some sound, 'cause’ I know it feels good,” he moaned, on a mission to blow my mind.

Carmelo who? What was this hold Roman had over me that I couldn’t resist.

“Mm, oh, Roman! I….I.. Mmm!” I screamed as he growled knowing I was close.  

“I know it baby, my princess is doing so good, you almost there,” he praised as I cried in pleasure falling apart in his arms as a satisfied primal growl escaped his lips.

“Yes! Fuck!” I gasped as my body arched of the couch from the intense pleasure as he snatched my hips back to his mouth.

“Mmmhm, don’t run….. This is all for you, enjoy it.”

“Yes! Oouu, fuck!” I screamed as my orgasm continued to wash over me.

The slurping sounds coming from his mouth as he drank my essence turned me on even more as I moved against his tongue.

“Mmm, Fuck! I’m so proud of you, givin’ Daddy all dat good good.”

My state of euphoria intensified as he moaned welcoming my waterfalls, sopping me up whole as my body trembled, trying to come back down to earth.

I was emotionally and physically spent, and he loved it. His moans as he cleaned me up will definitely be etched in my mind for all eternity.

 Fuck, he was so good, and he knew it.

“You’re such a good girl, fuck.” He praised wiping the remnants of my essence from his beard with a sly smile.

“I can’t believe you,” I gasps as he chuckled, pleased with himself slightly lowering his sweatpants.

“What, you looked so good, I couldn’t help it. It’s been weeks,” he said slowly gripping his dick and rubbing it along my sensitive slit.

“Roman! We don’t have…..Ah!” I gasped as he slowly guided himself inside me inch by glorious inch.

“Yess, that’s my girl, look at you takin’ it all…. Fuck, yea…Take what’s yours….Take all dis dick,” he praised as I ran my hands down his chest meeting his thrusts.

His grip on my hips tightening as he thrusted in and out at a moderate pace as I purred beneath him.

“Does he dick you down like me?” Roman asked sinking deeper as I clawed at his chest moaning in pleasure.

“Don’t ruin it, please not now,” I gasp not wanting to discuss Carmelo at the moment.

“I know he don’t, you know why?”

“Why?!” I gasped as he angled his hips hitting my A-spot, a spot only Roman has been able to find.

 “Cause’ this pussy mine, and she only gets this wet for me…Yea….She only squirts for me,” Roman gloated as tears weld up in my eyes from the amazing pleasure.

“Roman, I’m close,” I gasped as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

“I know, so am I, but I need something from you first.”

“What babe?”

“Tell Carmelo it’s over and marry me,” he whispered against my lips as my eyes snapped open at his request.

“Wh..What?” asked unsure if I heard him correctly as his mouth overpowered mine as we shared a deep kiss. Only parting to catch our breaths.

“Marry me, Savannah,"” he moaned wrapping my legs around his waist as he began thrusting with wild abandon rendering me a writhing mess as I melted into his powerful embrace.

 “Roman!” I cried as our lips met in another passionate kiss. “Fuck, I love you so much, Savannah,” he rasped, his declarations of love making me fall even deeper in love with him than I already was.

“I love you too,” I cried, his thrusts becoming more frantic as I blushed, hiding my face in his neck, holding onto him like a lifeline as the sounds of him swimming in my welcoming ocean filled the room.

“Uh! Shit!” I gasp in shock as I felt him smirk against my neck.

“Uh huh…. My pussy talkin’ to me real good, you bout to cum for Daddy, I know it?” he groaned, nipping at my neck as I heard a knock at my office door.

“Savannah you in there?” I heard Carmelo say as I froze.

 “Roman, stop,” I whispered as he grasped my chin making me look at him.

“I already told you I wanted you to marry me. You think I’mma stop just cause’ your lil boyfriend is outside?” he asked, never stopping his deep thrusts rendering me speechless.

“Savannah, I ain’t stoppin’…. I want him to hear,” he whispered as I gasped at his words.

“Yea, I want him to know….I want him to know who you belong to,” he groaned going deeper as my back arched against him in shock and pleasure, painfully biting my lip trying to keep quiet.

When Carmelo finally stopped knocking, my phone began vibrating and it bout scared me out of my skin as I saw Carmelo’s picture on the screen.

“Look at me Savannah,” Roman demanded caressing my face bringing my attention back to him as the panic began to sit in.

Did he hear us? Did he leave? Is he waiting outside?

“Hey, I heard him leave, it’ ok.  Just focus on us,” he groaned running his thumb across my bottom lip as I felt the room spinning, my head thrown back in pleasure, gasping for air.

“That’s it, there’s my beautiful girl. Let go baby,” he whispered swallowing my cries as we came together in an earthshattering orgasm.

How do we keep ending up here?

As we came down from our high, the guilt began to set in as Roman tenderly reached up and wiped my tears.

“Savannah, I want you to know as much as I wanted him to hear us, I would never put you in a situation that could hurt or embarrass you.

"I know," I whimpered as he kissed my forehead caressing my arms.

 “I meant what I said, I want you to be my wife,” he said with conviction as I nodded trying to control my tears knowing I would eventually have to make a decision.

I was thankful our secret was safe for now, but I couldn’t keep going on like this.

Damn, I just kept digging myself in a deeper.

---

Hilton Garden Inn

Savannah's Room

Carmelo’s POV

“Where you goin’ baby?” I asked knowing exactly where she was trying to run too…The shower….

“I’m going to take another shower,” she said casually trying to pass me as I stood up blocking her path to the bathroom.

“You don’t need another shower, especially since I haven’t even got you dirty yet,” I whispered taking her in a passionate kiss as she whimpered against me.

“Mmm, babe, I need to shower,” she moaned as I pulled her closer.

“Aye, I love the smell of you, not soap,” I moaned moving my kisses to her neck knowin’ it would drive her wild.

“Carmelo, babe,” she trembled against me.

 I knew she slept with Roman tonight, and I wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t….

Why?

She was never mine to begin with, she was his. I knew it from the beginning but tried to make her mine anyway.

 Working her into a frenzy I pulled away, admiring her beauty.

“Why did you stop?” Savannah gasped as I caressed her face.

“I can smell him,” I whispered as Savannah stilled in my arms, fear adorning her beautiful face.

“W- Wh-What are you talking about?” she asked dumbfounded as I sighed.

 “You took a shower at the building trying to hide it, but I can still smell his cologne on your dress," I said as the color drained from her beautiful face.

When were you going to tell me you slept with him?” I asked, as Savannah's eyes instantly filled with tears as I confessed my knowledge of her secret.

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Hope you all enjoyed the link for part one below.

[pr0wlerpunk]

Title: Trust Me.

Person: Roman reigns

Requested: |Yes|No|(part 2 was yes)

Part 1. Part. 3

★Trust Masterlist

Afab!reader

Warnings: manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!Themes, surprised ambush(only mentioned but not written as a scene), yelling, slight!abuse(a hand gets raised as if to slap but never happens and reader gets choked by Roman), angst, cussing,

description: it’s been a week after Roman said he trusted you and things are starting to go down hill..

Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman

Pic creds: WWE

(Pics have nothing to do with story 😋)

A/n: you’ve read the warnings so please if they make you uncomfortable do not read.

Choking will be marked with a “☹︎“ and will end at “☻︎“

Not proof read!

Roman was pissed, all he could see was red when he heard what happened, more importantly what you did

After he talked to you and poured his heart out you had gone and betrayed him

How dare you

He had got word from someone that they saw you with Sami and ko laughing and having a good time

At first he didn’t believe them

Then he saw the picture

Ko and Sami on both sides of you laughing and smiling

Oh was he furious

But from some talking with his cousins he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and actually let you explain

That was until Jey and Jimmy got ambushed by Sami and ko themselves

Now he was livid

As soon as they got back he made solo go find you

Which is where you’re at now

Sitting in front of Roman as he quietly glared at you…

“___ do you know why I had solo bring you here?”

His tone was different then what he ever used before making you slightly uncomfortable

“No Roman, I don’t…”

You answered honestly confusion lacing your voice

“Wiseman, show her the picture”

Paul was quick to walk towards you with his phone in hand

Handing the phone to you as he quickly walked back to his original spot

You eyed the picture seeing nothing wrong with it

about to open your mouth Roman spoke

“Don’t say anything.” His tone was demanding making you shiver as you quickly shut your mouth

“Boys, come.”

watching as Jey and Jimmy stepped up until they were in front of you heads both turned down as they looked to Roman for further instruction

Roman nodded and finally they raised their heads looking everywhere but you

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left your lips as you caught a glimpse of their faces

“Look at them ___ look at what you did..”

Your brows netted together hearing what Roman was accusing you of

But your attention was still set on the twins

They had busted lips, with bruises forming on their jaws as small cuts littered alongside their noses

“Jey, Jimmy” your voice shaky as they both locked eyes with you

“What-what happened?” You went to get up but the look solo gave you had you glued to your seat

“Who did this?”

Your voice shaky as you tried racking your brain for who had the balls to try and hurt two vital members of the bloodline

Roman stared at you in disbelief

“Who do you think did this ___ ?”

His tone was way darker than before, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you..

“Roman I-I don’t understand”

You could sense him getting angrier and it honestly scared you

“WHY DO YOU PLAY GAMES WITH ME?”

His abrupt yelling startled not only you but everyone else in the room besides solo

“I brought you into my family, I cared for you, I Trusted you.”

His palms abruptly slapping into the arms of the leather chair he was sitting in created a loud noise that echoed throughout the room making you jump slightly

“And this is how you repay me?”

He stood Making his way towards you as You looked away feeling tears prick your eyes

“Look at me”

You felt his presence in front of you but yet you still refused to look at him

Afraid that if you did you wouldn’t hold back

But He was growing impatient at your disobedience

“I said, Look. At. Me”

Slowly you turned facing him and you swear your heart stopped

He looked so intimidating

And it scared the living fuck out of you

He bent down to your level leaving almost no room between you two

“Answer me ___”

His voice gruff as his hand ran slightly along your shoulder to your jaw

He waited

And then he snapped

☹︎CHOKING BELLOW!

“NOW”

He rose to his feet pulling you with him as he hand gripped your throat

You heard Paul gasp as you were lifted off your feet by Roman’s large hand

Tears fell freely as you clawed at his hand to try and let you slightly free, but it wasn’t working and you were loosing air fast

Ears ringing as your vision began to blur

Still you could slightly hear Jey yelling at Roman to let you go as Jimmy started pulling and grabbing at him

☺︎︎CHOKING OVER!

It wasn’t until Jey said something that snapped him out of his trance that he let you go

Solo was quick to walk over and check on your choking form as you regained air into your lungs

Once you could breath again you stood with the help of solo and turned to watch Jey and Roman

Who now was yelling and shoving each other around with Jimmy trying to talk them both down

It want until Roman raised his hand towards Jey that you broke from Solo’s arms to step in

“Roman Please!” He stopped lowering his hand to glare at you

Taking a breath you finally explained

“The picture, it was three years ago..”

His eyes softened slightly but his glare never faltered

You looked towards Paul and gestured for him to give you the phone

With shaky hands he handed it to you

“Look at the picture again,look at my gear” Roman tour his eyes away from you to finally look at the phone once again

“That’s my rookie gear Roman”

Finally his eyes softened as he looked at you

He could see the yellow and purple marks in the form of fingerprints start to form around your neck

Where He grabbed you.

Then it hit him

He had put his hands on you

He hurt you

And he broke

Brows furrowed as Tears fell down his cheeks

“Oh babygirl”

Hearing his voice crack made your heart break

“I’m so sorry”

You shook your head

“I should’ve never grabbed you like that”

He was so genuine you knew he felt bad

“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean it”

He pleaded

“Please Trust Me and know I will never do it again”

It was silent until you took his hands in yours smiling softly..

“I know Roman, I forgive you”

A wide smile graced his lips hearing those words come out your mouth

“It was an accident it’s ok”

He nodded agreeing with you

“I Trust You”

Hearing those words he quickly brought you into a hug

“Oh thank you baby!”

He pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling back again to look you in the eyes this time

I’ll make it up to you princess, I promise”

He watched as you smiled before burying your head into his neck as he placed his chin on your head…

The three brothers stood confused at what just a cured

How could you take Roman back after he literally choked you…

Then they realized.

You were Hooked

Roman had built up enough trust with you so you wouldn’t runaway

Roman knew if you were to runaway you would be a liability, you knew too much…

Now They stared at you and Roman with one shared thought

How do they get you to trust them the same as you trusted their cousin?

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(I honestly don’t know if I liked this because of how harsh it gets so next part won’t be so harsh I promise!)

(Also what do you guys think Jey said to Roman?)

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Ficlet for Samijey please!! 💕

• Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss

Here you go, Anon! Some warm, fuzzy feelings for you all today 🥰 (and let's just conveniently ignore everything that's happened in WWE the past couple of weeks, ok?)

Treat - 'Holding both hands before kissing'

Characters - Jey Uso, Sami Zayn, Roman Reigns, The Bloodline, others mentioned

Rating - Suitable for everyone

Warnings - None apply, fluff

For the past three years, Jey's life had been defined by the colour red.

Red gear, red merch, red on his shirt and in his hair. Red for blood, the ties and lineage that bound them, red for family. The same red adorning his twin brother, Jimmy, the same as their baby brother Solo, the same red as the tie worn by their wise man, Paul Heyman. The same red as their cousin, Roman, the red of the the ula fala around his neck. The red of their Tribal Chief.

The red of the Bloodline.

But the most red he possessed, was in his ledger.

For in order to gain control of the company, in order to make it to the top and stay there, to keep their power over the rest of their domain, they had to commit unspeakable crimes. They cut down any and all challengers to their crown, a pack of jackals who set upon their enemies and tore them to shreds. Big men, tough men, men like Kevin Owens, Cody Rhodes, Drew McIntyre, even living legends like Randy Orton and the once formidable John Cena.

Every single one of them had fallen at the hands of the Bloodline and their blood soiled Jey's hands. Even when dissension came from within their own ranks, brother had turned on brother and that red clung to Jey too.

Until one day, it became too much to bear. It was like slowly waking up from some strange, vivid dream and he stepped, blinking, into the world, the real world, the one outside of the Matrix. He could see Roman's growing paranoia, his cruelty. He could see the damage they reaped upon the WWE landscape and, above all, he could see his true place in it, see how he was simply a cog in the destructive machine, disposable, replaceable.

He knew the precise moment he started to come to. It was when Roman turned on Sami Zayn. First came the trial, then the test of loyalty at the Royal Rumble when Roman slammed the steel chair into Sami's hands and ordered him to beat his long-time friend, Kevin Owens. It turned out that Jey was not the only one questioning his role in the Bloodline and Sami faltered, torn between his loyalty to his stable or to the closest thing he had to a brother in this industry.

Sami had always been the braver of them all, the most true to his heart. Jey had watched his friend, a man he cared about deeply batter the chair against Roman's spine and became paralysed with shock. As he'd scolded his friend like a broken record, pain marring his face, the rest of his family pounced upon the traitor and beat him down. Jey couldn't bring himself to join in. He walked away, dizzy and confused. Something changed in him that day, the glass cracked beyond repair.

But, despite the damage, it still held and he swallowed down his despair and continued to pledge his fealty to his Tribal Chief. Even when it meant hurting his former brother. For Roman's bond was blood, Sami's was only water.

However, it turned out that blood meant nothing to his cousin either, and when Jimmy became the next target of Roman's hysteria, Jey could no longer sit back and watch. Ordered to exile Jimmy from the group, Jey looked into the eyes of twin, the man he had shared every significant event in his life with, from birthdays to high school to the WWE and he imagined his brother's blood on his hands, a different tone of crimson to add to his growing collection and he realised he no longer wanted any red in his life.

'You out!' he barked at Jimmy through the mic, taking in a breath, sucking in courage from some unknown well. 'And I'm out too!'

The instant he super-kicked his Tribal Chief and left the Bloodline, a great weight lifted from his soul. By turning his back on his group, his family, his brothers, he also turned his back on the red. When he challenged Roman Reigns for the ula fala, he walked out in white. A fresh start, a new beginning. Not quite pure because he was not a pure man, but a new, clean sheet on which to rewrite his destiny.

He lost the match but he won his freedom, and from that day he adopted the colour of blue. Representing water, cleansing his guilty conscious and dousing the flames that he had left in his wake before. He would make amends for his wrongs, he would water the scorched earth and help it thrive again.

He began by switching brands to Raw. Then by making the right decisions, such as rejecting the temptation of the Judgement Day and instead siding with Cody Rhodes, a man he soon called friend. Little by little, each piece of red fell away like droplets of rain, one less guilt weighing heavy on his mind, and the more he shook off the choking oil the more his wings spread out until he could ruffle his feathers and ready himself for flight.

He'd never been a singles wrestler before, not really. Sure, he'd have the odd bout alone but it was only ever as one half of the Usos and Jimmy would always be there as his personal cheerleader. To be without him, without anyone, truly and utterly alone was a new experience all together.

And one that scared him.

But he was prepared for any challenge; he had already made it through the hardest times of his life, this was easy compared to cutting ties with the Bloodline and he faced it head-on, an exciting opportunity. His journey lead him through ups and down. He made new friendships including former enemies - Cody welcomed him into his inner sanctum, Rhea Ripley smiled sweetly at him after finally dropping that scumbag Dirty Dom and he found another like-minded spirit in LA Knight who was on a crusade to reform his own character too. Others would not be swayed, but then, Drew McIntyre was on a spiral of his own and fortunately his focus was swiftly distracted by a returning CM Punk.

And it all lead him right here, to this very moment. As he pulled Bron Breakker's knee back for the pin and listened to the crowd yelling the count along with the official, his heart leapt up into his mouth.

One...

Two...

Three...!

A great swell rose up like a tidal wave, washing over him. He had done it! Jey had won his first ever singles title. In a decorated career of fourteen years, he had never once wore such a gem around his waist and as he held the gold in his hand, tears streaming down his cheeks, he felt such an unspeakable joy that he could not begin to describe. He turned to his new family, to the crowd, the loving, doting fans of the WWE and he celebrated along with them, feeling the last of the red in him wash away.

Well... not quite. He still kept one little little piece of red with him and it was waiting for him in the back when he returned with his new championship. Sami Zayn, the man who always believed in him, even when Jey had turned his back on him, who believed in the goodness of his soul and held it in his devoting palms like a baby bird to keep it warm throughout the winter of his life, who saw in him his potential and his kindness. The man who realised before even Jey did that his place was not in the Bloodline.

Now, Sami was beaming with pride as he rushed towards him, Jey having to manoeuvre his new belt onto his shoulder so that the redhead could grab up both of his hands in his. Gazing longingly into his lover's sparkling eyes, Jey felt the soft pads of Sami's thumbs gently stroking his knuckles, a millions suns dancing through his chest and he thought about just how lucky he was to have such a man in his life. Who loved and cared for a wretch like him.

'You did it!' Sami exclaimed, hopping from foot to foot with excitement. He had tears in his eyes too, moments away from bursting free. 'I am so proud of you.'

'I did it for you,' Jey told him, feeling a fresh pang of emotion himself. 'For everything you did for me, I... none of this would be possible if it wasn't for you.'

The red-head smiled and shook his head. 'No Jey, you did this. You made this happen.' He took a step forward and Jey could smell the cosy scent of home that Sami always carried with him. His heart danced in his chest as his lover pressed a kiss onto his waiting lips.

'And you deserve it all.'

[void-detective]

Tribal Chief - Solosami/Zakoa fic ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Warnings: family drama, mentions of samijey, angst (Sami is torn between Jey and Solo), past relationships, first kiss, and hurt comfort.

Word count: 2,468

Authors note: uhm, because of the lack of any content? I thought their dynamic was always cute and now with Solo as tribal chief I'm even more curious to explore it.

Summary: After an intense confrontation with Jey leaves Sami reeling, he seeks out to play his ever present peacemaker role. And meeting Solo again in his new tribal chief role brings up unresolved and old emotions for both parties.

“Well Sami, you wouldn't understand. ‘Cause you're not family, uce.”

Those words stung worse than any hit he had ever taken, like a knife had been dug directly into his heart. It burned his soul and brought a downcasted feeling to his very being like Jey had spit on everything the two of them had created. Just months ago they were teaming with each other to face common threats. The weight lifted from their shoulders with the departure of Roman and Sami had proudly watched the color return to Jey's face as he flourished without his cousin.

It had positively elated Sami like no other watching him holding aloft his first singles championship after defeating Bron. He remembered how enthusiastically he had embraced and eagerly calmed down Jey from the overwhelming emotions of winning. He remembered holding him and getting lost in joy seeing the light on his eyes. Jey was happy.

And so was he.

But as Roman and Jimmy slowly began to make their way back into the picture it almost felt like a switch had been pulled in Jey. To Sami he had a hunch that even with months away from Roman there was a part of Jey who still lurked with those old right hand man tendencies. The aggression, the hatred, the compliance, and the cruelty that Roman had groomed. All of it was still there even under the fact Jey had gotten away.

Perhaps he was being a bit quick to pin the blame but he wouldn't be all to surprised if Jimmy's presence and influence was already weaseling its way back into Jey's mind. He knew his twin was temperamental and sometimes didn't always think with his head before doing things, but even more so now it seemed the older Uso’s hostility had gotten worse. Could you blame him for not trusting Sami after he betrayed Roman? It was only fair it seemed like he had spit on the family that he had been let into.

A part of him believed that perhaps Jimmy may never understand the full layers of trauma inflicted on him and Jey by staying in Roman's presence. A part of him wished he could see under the armor and hoped a part of Jimmy knew everything Roman had done was wrong even if he was to hard headed to see it now.

But now after fretting his very well intentioned worry to Jey over the situation he was instead met with aggression and hostility where there had been none for months. And it had scared him into silence even staring as he saw the flicker of regret linger on those hazel eyes before he was left reeling. His relationship with Jey since leaving the Bloodline had really been up in a debate due to his friendship (fragile) with Kevin and Jey's independence now trying to solidify his singles career. They had been on and off dating? If you could call what they did dating due to their schedules and now the current family situation that had been boiling since Bad Blood.

They had always been super affectionate whether it being hugs or kisses. He knew Jey was still recovering just as he was from Roman's hold so they had been taking it slow and when Jey had requested he needed time he had respectfully agreed. Both of them in stress for different reasons but reasons all the same with people they cared about.

However what he couldn't wrap his head around was Jimmy and Roman spewing and hammering the idea that Solo was the worst. The more or less lesser of evil as Sami saw it. He wasn't stupid or blinded by his past with Roman nor as much as he loved Jey would he allow it to cloud his judgment. He knew Solo was far from being worse than the treatment that everyone in the Bloodline had received by the hands of the OTC. Solo never used his power to manipulate, he didn't rule through fear for his Bloodline, he didn't cheat much, never gaslighting, and he never treated anyone with less respect than he expected to himself. Yet he was the bad guy here.

Sami and Solo had been close in the original Bloodline during his time teaming and becoming close with the rest of the men. He had always known Solo as the quiet guy only ever being the one to carry out the dirty work. Though he knew Solo was destined for greatness the moment he came to NXT. He remembered how delighted he was just to see the smallest quirk of his lips from his silly quips or jokes and how excited he had become when Solo called him, ‘his dawg.’ If anything to Sami he knew somewhere in that cold demeanor that Solo cared maybe even had loved him as family too.

But now standing backstage aimlessly walking he felt lost in what to do in the midst of what seemed like the reforming of the original Bloodline. It all felt surreal and to him he was frustrated, so frustrated. He was afraid even for Jimmy because for the past few SmackDown’s and PLE’s Roman had shown no changes let alone uttered the word ‘i’m sorry’ to either Jimmy or Jey. He wanted to shake sense into the younger twin because he saw how unapologetic Roman remained on not being any different then the man that had caused so much heartache.

The man who drove away his own family.

Sami was so lost in his own turmoil and mind that he hadn't processed the fact someone was calling his name till now. He slowed his pace and blinked back the raging storm in his mind as he turned to gaze behind himself and frowned. And to his surprise there was the man himself, someone he hadn't talked to since he had betrayed the Bloodline.

Solo.

To his surprise it wasn't an aggressive or hostile approach like his brothers and cousin, it was open and relaxed. His stance comfortable and radiating a confidence Sami had never seen in his time as the enforcer. It was pleasing to see how much Sikoa had grown into his own as the new Tribal Chief and even more so to see him free of the position that he and previously the Uso's had believed was holding him back.

“Solo, hey man.” Zayn chuckled feeling a bit awkward at first as he ran a hand over the neck of his neck and gave an apologetic smile as he shifted to his feet. “Listen, about Roman and the betrayal I-” He had began feeling the need to bury the hatchet and give an apology that was needed or so he felt was. But to his surprise he was cut short by Solo holding up a finger to quiet him as he shook his head.

“No Sami, that's not necessary.” Solo started with a monotone tone that wasn't rude, just a bit firm in the way he said it. He raised a hand to rub his jaw as he stepped forward and gazed up towards Sami with a serious look. “I don't care about what you did, I understand.” He added calmly and gave a half smile as he lowered his hand back to his side.

Sami felt a bit of relief tug on his heart but his nerves still danced at the sight of the Tongans and especially from the intense almost feral stare down from the Samoan Werewolf, Jacob Fatu. He was still wary about Solo's new Bloodline despite the non aggressive (mostly) way they handled themselves and the unfamiliarity of the cousins Solo had brought in.

Solo, having caught on to the unease and slight fidget under the gaze of his Bloodline, gave a short chuckle. He turned his head and gave a small gesture to Jacob who lessened his murderous stare and opted to look on readily. “Hey, don't let them intimidate you, Sam. They are harmless and they're with me.” He reassured him holding a hand in a dirt of placating gesture. “These are my cousins, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa.” He stepped slightly to the side and gestured a hand out.

Tama nodded his head in response and grinned widely as he kept his hands folded in front of himself while his brother Tonga simply nodded. The pair of them a famous tag team Sami has heard of a few times from NJPW and from Cody from time to time. They were mostly quiet and just there it seemed, so unlike the energy he had felt from Jimmy and Jey constant almost bubby energy. They were calm and focused nothing to out of note except the odd growling and sounds Tama occasionally gave out.

“And this.” Solo smiled proudly and placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder as he looked at Sami. “Is Jacob, he's my enforcer and another one of my cousins.” He nodded and patted the tense man with a proud look.

Jacob flipped his dreads out his face almost too aggressively and gave a small grunt of acknowledgement as he stood there. Seemingly always on edge or ready for a fight as he moved his leg slightly restlessly at his side as he eyed the Canadian with an underlying suspension but made no comment.

Sami still felt no more relaxed but in all honesty he trusted Solo’s judgment and that proud smile almost made him want to grin too. It seemed so foreign to watch the stoic former enforcer smile and joke so freely like his brothers. It made Sami wonder if Solo had been keeping a part of himself hidden under the leadership of Roman just to keep up appearances. Though now seeing him so relaxed and happy made him feel the same amount of pride as he had for Jey. At least some more good had come out of his betrayal.

“Yeah well I'm so glad to see you coming into your own Solo. You deserved everything, especially being tribal chief.” Sami smiled earnestly with a heartfelt tone as he gestured towards the ula fala Solo now adorned. “My tribal chief.” He added a bit cheekily as he grinned a bit, feeling his heart race at the way Sikoa seemed to perk up and puff up proudly from the acknowledgement.

Solo nodded in approval and looked to both sides of him, getting a nod from both Tongans as he gave a genuine laugh. “See! It's not hard but everyone seems to think it's impossible. Still acknowledging Roman like he ain't done anything wrong.” He scoffed and shook his head feeling frustrated with people still hating him despite him not doing anything to be hateable in his eyes.

“I feel like I'm in a crazy dream when I heard the others act like you had set the plague or something compared to Roman.” Sami nodded along feeling like he was finally heard as he expressed his frustrations to the younger sibling. His eyes still wary and his tone tired as he sighed, rubbing his temples just shaking his head. “I dunno Solo, Jey is acting all hostile again and Jimmy acts like I'm still the worst..and I just..” He sighed letting his shoulders slump in defeat as he resigned himself to the idea that Jey might just fall back into old habits.

Solo seeing this had softened and sighed as he nodded along with a disappointed yet knowing look in his eyes. His gaze sympathetic as he stepped forward and placed his hands on Sami's shoulders gently but firmly. “You are family to me Sam, my dawg…everything.” He empathized, squeezing his shoulders and ducked his gaze trying to catch Sami's eyes. “I want you in my Bloodline Sami, I know tensions are high and you want to be with Jey when this is all said and done but we both know Roman ain't no different then when you left.”

The sincerity in his tone and words caught him by surprise and he felt the hurt get a bit of balm soothed by the blonde as he was speaking. His logical side screamed to agree and let things play out but still his heart was he might betray Jey worse and drive him more into Roman by joining Sikoa. Though a deeper more pained side of himself reared its head and he felt anger and frustration from the stress bubbling dangerously.

Was this the right call?

Sami ultimately felt his resolve waver and his emotions washed over him as his eyes locked with the intense yet soft gaze of Solo. His heart torn but knowing that he'd only hurt himself more by letting himself be lured back into Roman's Bloodline. The actions to both to Kevin and Jey, three years of trauma and torment. He loved Jey but he was tired and the family drama felt like a weight he couldn't escape even now.

His own body worked accordingly almost on autopilot as he leaned forward and hugged Solo feeling a sense of comfort wash over his battered soul feeling the tight yet real hug given by the new tribal chief. It was full of more love and meaning than Reigns had ever tried to give in the past. Was he really evil? He felt his body melt slightly as he closed his eyes, giving a shaky sigh as he frowned, feeling Solo's gloved fingers thread through his ginger locks.

The warm and firmness of the bigger Samoan was grounding and he felt his stress slowly melting as the ghost of a shiver run up his back when Solo's breath fanned over his ear. His words soft spoken comfort and reassurance as he gazed over Sami's shoulder to share a silent message to the other members of his Bloodline.

Zayn hadn't even registered what was happening till he felt tentative yet gentle fingers running in his beard and cupping his cheeks with the smooth gloves. His eyes flicking to meet the stoic gaze that was Solo and for a moment his heart skipped and he swallowed thickly as the other man leaned forward and ghosted a tentative kiss to his lips before pulling back. It almost seemed fearful and hesitant as if expecting rejection but softening seeing none. Solo was much more soft and affectionate then Sami had expected especially since in their time in the Bloodline there wasn't a lot of tension at least he hadn't felt it unless he never noticed Sikoa’s attraction.

It was wrong but…

It felt nice.

But unnoticed by the group there was a figure standing at the corner of the hallway staring on at the interaction. Their hand tightening into the temple of pink ‘yeet’ glasses making them creak under the pressure till they turned and stalked off silently down the other way.

[romanreignsbae]

seems like jey is gonna win my poll! if you have any jey requests please let me know! i dont mind anonymous requests as long as they are respectful! 💗💗

[claymoresofinfamy23]

Leather, Fury, and love.

Angel!Cody Rhodes x Shadowhunter!OC Samantha “Sam” Smith.

A/N: be nice. This is the first time I’ve written a fic in 3rd person. Warnings/triggers: typical wrestling violence, swearing, blood, also. This is an AU. So things are unrealistic and at times exaggerated, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. I WILL block you if you leave hate. I love you all! Roman’s a little OOC and implied smut.

Third person POV

Sam was watching the monitor in Cody's locker room. Cody had said he didn't want her getting into the middle of his problems with  Roman and Rock the two leaders of the most powerful werewolf pack. Sam had initially agreed to stay out of it, but as she caught something in the Rock and Roman's eyes that no one in that crowd of mundanes would be able to understand, The Shadowhunter had to break the promise she'd made to the angel she loved. Sam ran out there, got into the ring, and leaned over Cody. She gently caressed his face as his eyes were closed when she leaned over him protectively. "Cody" she whispered, trying to wake him up. His eyes fluttered open, and he groaned. Sam heard a scoff and turned to face the Rock, Who was staring at her Sam and Roman were close friends off camera so,

Sam didn't acknowledge that he was there as well. Sam focused her attention on the Rock instead. "You think you can protect him?" Rock taunted. She stayed in place, determined to protect Cody and Seth. "Yeah, even though I'm a woman, I have more balls than you'll ever have" she snapped, one hand on Cody's shoulder, and the other on Seth's. "Move" Rock ordered, only to get a defiant stare from Sam as she stayed in place, refusing to leave her friend and boyfriend alone. "No. I won't cower to an entitled bitch." Sam said harshly, her eyes staring daggers into the Rock. Roman moved forward slightly as if to try and reason with the shadowhunter, and Sam shot him a look that could melt steel. He almost immediately stepped back, he did not want to be on the receiving end of Sam's wrath. Rock however made the mistake of underestimating the 5'6 woman. He raised the weight belt he'd been hitting Cody with, and hit Sam, the leather ricocheting off her back. the Rock seemed to expect Sam to yelp or scream and cower, and was a mixture of surprised and infuriated when she merely flinched, her body going rigid as she turned and faced him. Sam's back was stinging, but she didn't seem to care as she stood up, the glare she gave the Rock was enough to melt steel. She snatched Cody's weight belt out of Rock's hand, and began she swung it, the belt crashing into the his face. She kept swinging, hitting the Rock's back, sides, collarbone and ribs several times until Cody wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering softly in her ear. "I'm alright Samantha, let it go" he whispered, his hands beginning to knead Sam's tight shoulders. She hit the rock in the stomach with the belt one final time, before returning the belt to Cody. It was his after all. He gently took the belt from Sam's hands, kissing her cheek tenderly. Sam's gaze turned to Roman. "Get your cousin under control." She said, her tone a bit harsh. Roman just looked at her, surprised and maybe a little scared of what she'd done to Rock. Sam turned to Seth, her eyes softening slightly. "Are you alright?" Seth nodded. "I'm fine. Remind me to never get on your bad side." He said, a nervous chuckle escaping him. Sam laughed. "You know I wouldn't hurt you. Not after how you've helped Cody." Seth nodded and Cody spoke up, interjecting himself into the friendly conversation between his girlfriend and Seth. "Sam can be quite scary when she's mad" this caused Sam to laugh again. "Don't flatter me, Rhodes" she said as she gently smacked his chest. Seth rolled his eyes playfully. "Get a room you two" Sam shot Seth a playful glare at his statement. 10 minutes later, Sam and Cody made it the privacy and safety of Cody's bus. Sam sank down into the couch, Cody sitting down in front of her moments later, his back resting against her chest. Sam's hands gently played in Cody's short, bleach-blonde hair, her earlier anger subsiding into concern. After a moment, she leaned up, laying her head on Cody's shoulder. "Take off your shirt." She said suddenly, having an idea that would hopefully make Cody feel better as she didn't doubt that his back was on fire after all of those shots with the weight belt. His eyebrows raised in a mix of fake surprise and playfulness. "Making this interesting, are we?" He teased as he took off his shirt. Sam gasped at just how red Cody's back truly was. She felt the rage boil within her again, and nearly tore the handle off the bathroom cabinet when she got the lotion out of it. She took a deep breath to calm herself as she sat down behind Cody, gently pressing her lips to the back of his shoulder "I'm sorry" she said, getting some lotion onto her hands and gently rubbing on his back, causing him to sigh in relief as she gently kneaded his tight back and shoulders and applied lotion to hopefully quell the burning. "Don't be, you saved our asses out there." Sam shook her head as she continued to apply lotion. "I wasn't apologizing for coming out there. I meant, I'm sorry that this happened to you. You didn't deserve it and

If I see-" "Shh, Sam, it's alright, love. You couldn't have known what was gonna happen." Cody took one of Sam's lotion-covered hands and kissed the back of it as he spoke. "I'm okay, I'm an angel after all, it'll take a lot more than an egotistical werewolf to keep me down." He continued, kissing Sam's hand again. He wanted her to know that he'd be fine, and that she didn't need to stress. Sam let out a chuckle at his words, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, her head resting on his shoulder. "I love you, Codes" she said softly after a moment of silence. Cody smiled, turning around to face Sam. "I love you too, Sam." He caressed Sam's cheek gently with his thumb, before pulling her in to kiss her deeply, her legs wrapped around his waist as he picked her up off of the couch and gently pressed her against the wall. His tongue met hers, causing her to moan softly, Cody pulled away from Sam's lips, chuckling softly and caressing her cheek again. "Let's take this elsewhere?" He asked, kissing her collarbone. "Definitely" Sam replied, kissing his neck. They walked off to the bus' bedroom as they kept kissing and tugging at each other's clothes.

A/N: ahhh! Sorry it’s late. Got distracted lmao. Should I do a smutty part two? Be honest.

My amazing Cody moots!! (If you wanna be added or removed, lmk)

@mini-rhodes

@alyyaanna

@there-goes-thefighter

@southerngirl41

@xtripleiiix

@claymorexpunisher

@queenofthetable

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@romanthereigns

[seasononesam]

season 9 is a nothing season for me like I can't even say it's bad bc I remember nothing about it! every time I need to remember a season 9 episode I come up blank and have to go to the wiki like what the fuck is 9x19 alex annie alexis ann ... that is not a real episode!!!

[czolgusszy]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sebastian LaCroix/Original Female Character(s), Sebastian LaCroix/Nines Rodriguez Characters: Nines Rodriguez, Sebastian LaCroix (Vampire: The Masquerade), Original Characters, Andrei (Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines), Ming Xiao, Gary Golden, Damsel (Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines) Additional Tags: everybody's bisexual because i am, playing with the time line of bloodlines, what if seduction allowed you to beat vtm bloodlines. what if, horny. y'all it's like. HORNY, will update tags as fic progresses but i got directions in mind Series: Part 1 of Helvetica Demands Summary:

an OC with a complicated past takes the place of The Fledgling in VTM: Bloodlines. But with this change in the timeline, comes a few others......

[acknowledge-reigns]

Rivals With Benefits | Jey x Black!fem OC (18+)

Description: Sparks fly between Jey and Jax at Roman and Iris's Engagemennt Party.

Chapter: 2/5

Face Claim: Ariana Debose.

Warnings: Flirting, Daddy Kink, Oral (fem receiving), praise, Daddy Dom x sub dynamic, begging, teasing, love bites.

This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. This is the Jey x Jax sequel to Swipe Right. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is not smut in Chapter 1, there will be in others. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. This particular story features Jey as a Daddy Dom (Not Mysterio, you fucking nerds 😂) google if necessary and if this isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 2,816

My masterlist can be found here

The day of the engagement party arrived, and as Jey and Jax inevitably crossed paths when they carpooled together, they couldn't help but notice that they were both wearing similar outfits. Jax was in a sleek, form-fitting black dress, while Jey was in an all black fit as well. They both looked incredible, but it was hard not to notice how similar their outfits were.

Jey nudged Jax playfully. "Looks like we're matching," he said.

Jax chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Great, now everyone's going to think we're a couple," she teased, bumping her shoulder against his.

Jey smirked at her response, enjoying their playful banter. "Would that be so bad?" he teased back, raising an eyebrow at her.

Jax couldn't help but get butterflies at his words. "Oh, shut up," she retorted, but there was no real malice in her voice.

They continued to watch the many couples slow dancing, and Jey's gaze kept drifting back to Jax, taking in her every movement.

Jax noticed his gaze and felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. She knew that look all too well.

"See something you like?" she asked coyly, turning to face him fully.

Jey's smirk widened as he met her gaze. "Maybe," he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

He stepped closer to her, his body inches from hers, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Jax's heart began to race as Jey stepped closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the tension building between them, and she knew that they were both thinking the same thing.

"You're playing with fire," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey leaned in closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from her ear. "Shii, maybe I like the heat, baby." he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

He placed a hand on her hip, his fingers gently caressing her curves through the fabric of her dress.

Jax felt a shiver run down her spine as his hand moved over her hip. She couldn't help but lean into his touch, her body responding to his proximity.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips hovering just above his jawline. She could feel the stubble on his chin and the heat radiating from his skin.

Jey could feel the tension between them reaching its breaking point. He could barely think straight with Jax's body pressed against his and her lips so close to his skin.

He leaned in further, his lips finally brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let's get out of here."

Jax nodded slightly, her eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his lips against her ear.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, their fingers intertwining as they discreetly made their way out of the crowded venue.

They made their way to the car, their steps hurried and eager. As soon as they were both inside, Jey pulled Jax close, his hands roaming over her body.

"I can't wait any longer," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

Jax straddled his lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she settled in. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and it was driving her wild.

"Neither can I," she whispered, leaning down to capture his lips in a hungry kiss.

Jey's hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as he returned her kiss with equal passion. He nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue teasing hers as he deepened the kiss.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the car filling with the sounds of their ragged breathing and soft moans.

As they kissed, Jax's hands began to wander, moving up his chest and over his shoulders. She could feel the hard muscles beneath his clothes, and she couldn't help but run her fingers along the lines of his body.

Jey's hands moved up her back, tracing her spine before tangling in her short but voluminous curls. He pulled her head back slightly, breaking their kiss and exposing her neck to his lips.

Jey took advantage of the exposed skin, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, and he knew he was driving her wild.

He bit down gently on her neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a trail of marks that would serve as a reminder of their passion later.

Jax gasped as he bit her neck, her body arching into his touch. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she moaned his name.

"Jey..." she breathed, her voice filled with desire and urgency.

Jey paused for a moment, his lips still hovering over her skin. He could sense the tension in her body and the need in her voice.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers as he took a deep breath.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice rough and husky.

Jax could see the seriousness in his expression, and her heart began to race with anticipation.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey took another deep breath, his fingers tracing patterns on her thighs as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"It's about my...preferences.." he finally said, his eyes locking onto hers.

Jax could feel her heart skip a beat as he mentioned preferences. She could tell that this was something important, and she was both intrigued and a little nervous. She was pretty open minded to most kinks.

"Go on," she urged, her hands moving to rest on his tattooed chest.

Jey took a deep breath and spoke the words that had been on his mind for a while.

"I'm a daddy dom," he said, his voice steady and firm.

Jax's eyes widened slightly as he revealed his dominant preferences. She had a vague idea of what that meant, but she was still processing the information.

"A daddy dom..." she repeated, her mind racing as she tried to picture him in that role.

Jax's cheeks heated up slightly as she pictured him dominating her. The thought of him taking control in the bedroom was both intimidating and exciting.

"I...see," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Jey could see the effect his revelation was having on her. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her body responded to the thought of being dominated by him.

"You like the sound of that, don't you?" he said with a smirk, his voice low and seductive.

Jax bit her lip, unable to deny the thrill that coursed through her body at his words.

"Maybe I do," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

Jax couldn't help but smirk as she remembered his bossy behavior on their date.

"So that's why you were so bossy during our date, huh?" she teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

Jey chuckled at her playful remark, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You're right," he said, his voice low and sultry. "I was being a bit bossy. But I had my reasons."

"I wanted to take care of you," he continued. "My Daddy tendencies got ahead of me."

Jax's breath hitched as he explained his motives. The way he wanted to take care of her, to dominate and provide for her, made her feel desired and cared for in a way that was both thrilling and comforting. Something no guy had ever offered.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Wow," she said, her voice soft and vulnerable.

She reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin.

"I want you to dominate me," she whispered, her eyes darkening with desire.

Jey's heart skipped a beat at her confession. The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice were like a siren call to him.

He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Jax shivered at his words, her body responding to his commanding tone.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked on his. "I'll be your good girl."

Jey smirked, his eyes flashing with desire.

"That's what I thought, baby," he purred, his hand trailing down her back and giving her ass a firm squeeze.

After getting situated, he started the car and they drove off to his house, the air between them charged with anticipation and lust.

As they arrived at his house, Jey parked the car and got out, coming around to open the passenger door for her. He held out his hand, helping her out of the car and leading her towards the front door.

Once they were inside, he shut the door behind them and immediately pinned her against it, trapping her between his body and the hard surface.

Jax gasped as her back hit the door, the suddenness of the movement causing her heart to race.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She could feel his body pressed against hers, the heat radiating from him.

Jey leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck that he had discovered earlier. He began to kiss and nibble at her skin, his teeth scraping against her skin as he worked his way up to her ear, "Just say red if you ever want me to stop" He tells her.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Jax let out a moan as Jey whispered his intentions, her body arching against his.

She knew exactly what he was going to do, and the thought of it sent a wave of desire coursing through her.

"Please..." she breathed, her hands clenching into fists as she braced herself for the pleasure to come.

Jey chuckled, enjoying the effect he was having on her. He could sense her anticipation, and it fueled his own desire.

He slowly sank to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding down her body as he went. He looked up at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes, his gaze locked on her face as he positioned himself between her legs.

Jax's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked down at Jey, his face inches away from her most intimate place.

She was already aching for his touch, and the sight of him on his knees was making her feel even more vulnerable and needy. Some would call his position a submissive one, but he'd never been more in control. He held her pleasure in the palm of his hand.

Jey couldn't help but smirk at the look of desire on her face. He could see the way her body trembled with pure desire. He hiked her dress upwards and tugged her panties down taking not of the wet spot in them.

He slowly ran his hands up her thighs, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew that she was already very wet and ready for him.

Jey continued to tease her, his fingers inching closer and closer to her sweet spot.

Finally, he gave in to her silent pleas and slowly ran his tongue along her folds, relishing the taste of her on his tongue.

He let out a low growl of pleasure, the sound vibrating through his chest as he began to explore her more deeply.

Jax gasped at the sensation of his tongue on her, her hands instinctively reaching out to grab his hair.

She could feel his tongue working its way inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to his face as she moaned softly.

Jey continued to pleasure her with his tongue, his movements growing more intense as he felt her body responding to him.

He could feel her hands gripping his hair, and it only fueled his desire to give her even more pleasure.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his tongue as he began to lap at her clit, his hands gripping her thighs tightly.

Jax's breath hitched as he began to work her clit with his tongue, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

She let out a strangled moan, her legs trembling as he continued to work his magic.

She was already on the edge of orgasm, the sensations he was giving her pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

Jey could sense that she was close, and he increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit, flicking it back and forth with a skilled touch.

He knew exactly how to drive her wild, and he was determined to make her come undone.

Jax's moans grew louder and more urgent as she approached the peak of her pleasure.

Her body was tense, her muscles clenching as the waves of ecstasy built up inside her.

She was teetering on the edge, her hips moving involuntarily as she sought more friction.

Jey suddenly pulled back, leaving her on the edge of her climax.

He looked up at her with a smirk, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

"Ah, ah, ah," he said in a scolding tone. "I didn't tell you to move your hips, did I?"

Jax let out a soft whimper at his words, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.

She looked down at him with pleading eyes, her face flushed with desire and frustration.

"Please," she begged, her voice strained with need.

Jey chuckled at her desperate plea, enjoying the way she was completely at his mercy.

"Oh, baby," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to come."

Jax let out a soft sob at his words, her body aching with the need for release.

She was so close, but he was holding her back, prolonging the agony.

"Please, please, please," she repeated, the words tumbling from her lips like a mantra.

Jey smiled as he watched her beg, enjoying the sight of her completely undone.

He loved having this power over her, and he was determined to make her wait just a little bit longer.

He ran his hands over her thighs, his fingers gently tracing the sensitive skin, before leaning in again and placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh.

Jax shivered at the gentle touch of his lips, her body trembling with need.

She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, and it was driving her insane.

She wanted nothing more than to buck her hips against his face, to take control and find her release, but she knew that she might get punished.

Jey sensed her frustration and the way she was struggling to control herself.

He loved that he could reduce her to a desperate mess with just a few simple touches, and he was determined to keep her on edge for as long as possible.

He moved his mouth closer to her center, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, before moving away again, leaving her wanting and whimpering.

Jax was practically panting with need now, her body writhing in frustration.

She was so close to losing control, and she could feel herself on the verge of tears.

She was desperate for release, and she would have done anything to get it.

He looked up at her with a smirk, his lips hovering just above her skin, before he finally gave in.

He leaned in and ran his tongue along her clit, giving her just enough pressure to push her over the edge.

Jax let out a loud cry as she finally found her release, the waves of pleasure washed over her. She shuddered and trembled as she rode out the orgasm, her fingers digging into Jey's hair as she held onto him for dear life.

Jey continued to work her through her orgasm, his tongue gently lapping up the remnants of her release.

He was relishing the way her body responded to him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of her coming undone.

As her body finally began to relax, Jey pulled back and looked up at her with a smug smile.

He loved seeing the aftermath of her orgasm, the way she was completely blissed out and sated.

He slowly stood up and moved closer to her, his hands running gently over her body as he leaned in to kiss her neck.

Jey kissed her lips tenderly, making her taste herself on his lips before whispering in her ear, "Good fucking girl."

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[tandonshows]

oops, we stumbled onto canva and made book cover versions of all of the fan fic mentioned in the first episode of That Vampire Show.

(if you don't know, That Vampire Show is our interactive fiction podcast about fandom and its relationship with mainstream media. Kat Wright, high school senior and fan fic writer for her favorite TV show, Bloodlines, wins a writing contest hosted by the network that makes the show. Her winning fic is called "A Life Stolen," and it's about reaching for things the two characters she ships think they might never have -- immortality and humanity, redemption, peace.)

The first cover is Kat's winning fic -- the other three are the ones Warren reads snippets of before getting to A Life Stolen in the first episode.

If you want to hear the words that inspired the covers, you can listen to That Vampire Show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts! (make sure to start with episode 1!)

[pr0wlerpunk]

★Trust masterlist

Blue, italic, and underlined=written

This series is mostly about Roman but will also include Jey, Jimmy, and solo!

★I Trust You

★Trust Me

★Trust Us

★You Want To Trust Me?

★Let Me Earn Your Trust!

★We All Trust You.

★I Know.

[thlayli-ra]

The WhumpWheel gave me: Barely Conscious... with CodyPunk pretty please? 🥺

Oh, go on then! 😁

Trick - 'Barely Conscious'

Characters - Cody Rhodes, CM Punk, The Rock, The Bloodline

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - Physical assault, blood, whipping

The Chicago rain was bitter cold, as Cody discovered firsthand whilst lying face-down on the water-logged concrete, soaked to the bone in dripping wet clothes. His thin, button-down shirt had almost been torn right off his body, exposing his sun-cradled skin to the merciless elements and the arctic sting of the asphalt beneath him.

He couldn't move, couldn't run, could hardly even open his eyes, blinded by a concoction of rain and his own blood beading on his lashes. Pain throbbed in every part of his battered body, his head and stomach especially where the man who stood tall above him had beaten him ruthlessly.

The man had many different names. The Brahma Bull, the People's Champion, Rocky Maivia, the Great One, the Most Electrifying Man in all of Sport's Entertainment. The Rock. These days he was mainly called Dwayne Johnson, but since returning to the WWE, he insisted on being called The Final Boss.

And right now, he was showing Cody exactly why. He'd ambushed the younger man backstage at the end of Raw and pummelled him brutally, never once letting up as he threw Cody outside into the stormy night and slammed him into his own tour bus busting him open. It was then that he'd produced the weight belt, one he'd had specially crafted for this very occasion and flogged the helpless man with it until he lay on the brink of unconsciousness.

Out the corner of his eye, Cody could see his bus and the decal of his beloved dog Pharoah on the door. He felt a surge of relief that he wasn't there right now in case the brave husky saw his master's plight and came rushing to his rescue, putting himself in harm's way to face down the cruel brute.

Instead, someone far worse answered the call!

Cody's eyelids drooped for a moment and when they pulled back open, he spied a pair of baby pink sneakers blocking his view, a man in black jeans and a hoodie standing tall above him. The last piece of warmth in him turned ice cold and his fading mind began to scream in protest when he recognised his boyfriend, CM Punk, shielding him from the danger.

No! This can't be happening! Run, Punk, get away!

But his numb lips couldn't even form the words as the distinctive voice seeped into his ringing ears. 'Get the fuck out of here, Dwayne!'

The Rock gave a chuckle, amused at the audacity of the man who dared to stand up against him. 'Punk. It's been a while.' Punk tightened his fists, snarling at the larger man. 'I see nothing's changed.'

'I could say the same,' the tattooed man spat. 'Still strutting in like some big shot, trying to steal the spotlight.'

'It's my spotlight,' The Rock sneered. 'You're all just keeping it warm for me.'

'Nobody wants you here. Go back to Hollywood.'

'Big words coming from a big man,' Cody heard heavy footsteps coming closer and panicked. 'Especially when nobody wants you here either.'

It was too late! A stampede rushed over Punk from behind, knocking him down to the ground. Cody whimpered out a pathetic 'no' as he lay there and watched his boyfriend being set upon by Solo Sikoa and his false Bloodline. Watched as Punk tried to protect his head with his arms as boots came stomping down on top of him, fists flying into every part of him and there was nothing either of them could do to stop the onslaught.

'Pick him up!' The Rock barked and the rabid animals stepped back from their prey, hauling him up onto his knees and holding his arms out to either side in iron grips. Punk tried to blink some of the haze away, his eyes finding Cody's, who was losing his own battle to the darkness.

'Look at you,' The Rock smirked, grasping Punk by the chin. 'Like I said before, you haven't changed. Still a fly in the ointment, nothing but an annoying little shit.' He glanced over his shoulder, addressing Cody. 'This your special guy, huh Cody? This your little sweetheart?'

Punk yanked his face free and wound back. Hocking up a great glob of spit, he fired it right at The Rock, hitting him square in the eye. A call-back to the exact same insult he had done in their match at Elimination Chamber all those years ago.

And just like back then. The Rock wiped the goop from his eye and locked a deathly glare onto the younger man. 'You really should know better by now.'

'I'm not afraid of you!' Punk gave one last act of defiance, all while Cody shivered with terror on the floor.

'The Rock don't give a damn. TURN HIM AROUND!' The men holding him obeyed, twisting Punk around until his back faced their overlord. 'Remove his sweater.'

Together, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa seized the hem of Punk's hoodie and hauled it up over his head, leaving him in his sleeveless tee. No matter how much the tattooed man struggled, he could not break free from their grasp. Down on the floor, Cody tried to will his arm to move, to reach up and plead for Punk's life, for them to take him instead. But the blackness was creeping into his peripheral vision now. He would not last much longer.

The Rock's huge hand gripped the collar of Punk's tee and shredded it from his body, much like he had tried to do with Cody's button-down shirt, only this time he succeeded in removing it completely, leaving Punk's colourful body exposed from the waist up.

'You should know by now, Punk,' The Rock said again, as he coiled the heavy weight belt around his fist, testing the tough leather in his free hand. 'I beat you twice already, and that was back when you were in your prime. You were no match for me then, and you're no match for me now. But if you're not willing to listen then I'll gladly show you.'

The Rock pulled his arm back, the weight belt dangling from his fist. Punk writhed against the men holding him, yelling every profanity under the sun when-

A hand fell onto The Rock's shoe, hanging there limply. The older man paused and glanced down, finding Cody at his feet. It had taken every last ounce of strength for him to crawl over, he didn't even have enough in the tank to open his eyes and look up at the Final Boss, let alone beg for his lover's life.

'What?' The Rock's voice rumbled in his chest like a growl. 'What is it, you pile of trash?' The fingers feebly tried to grip tighter on his shoe but fell away again. 'You want The Rock to spare him, is that right? Show this little punk some mercy?'

The darkness was growing stronger but even so, Cody managed to wobble his head, desperately clinging to consciousness long enough to save the man he loved.

Something large and ominous bent down over him, its shadow throwing Cody away from the final flicker of light. 'Is The Rock's message not getting through to you? Do you not understand, you little bitch?' The face moved in closer, perfect, white teeth bared. 'The Final Boss... doesn't give a fuck about mercy!'

The shadow disappeared and a polished dress shoe smashed Cody in his broken ribs, flipping him onto his back. The icy rain lashed against his face and through the deluge he heard the whistle of leather snapping through the air, the grisly fwack of it colliding with tender flesh.

He heard the man he loved screaming.

And the tears began to flow from his eyes and the fresh wounds on his back burnt. Sensations that flared for a second before fading until the darkness claimed him entirely. He fell under, with the sound of Punk's anguished howls blaring in his skull.

'AHH!' Cody leapt up and found the space beside him in bed empty. He looked around the small bedroom in alarm. 'Punk? PUNK?'

Thumping footsteps and the door banged open, light spilling into the room and chasing away the shadows. Punk stood in the doorway in only a pair of loose shorts, cuts and bruises littering his body. His eyes were bulging with terror. 'Cody? What's wrong?'

The sight of his boyfriend instantly calmed him but all the same Cody leapt out of the bed and grabbed him by his bristled cheeks, feeling his solidness and warmth for himself. 'Oh, thank god,' he let out a shuddering sigh and kissed Punk on the lips. 'Where were you?'

'Couldn't sleep.' He replied, dazed from the scare. He thumbed behind him to the living area of Cody's tour bus where a mug of coffee and a book lay abandoned on the table, the book face down, spine open, discarded in a rush.

'For god's sake, you and your insomnia,' Cody cursed under his breath albeit with a small smile.

'You think I'd left or something?' There was hurt in his tone and it stung Cody so he quickly explained.

'No, no, nothing like that. I just... had a nightmare.'

'About me?'

'About us. And the Bloodline...'

'Oh, I get what-'

'And The Rock.'

Punk blinked at him. 'The Rock?' He scrunched up his face.

'He's back, Punk. At the end of the show, when you were still being seen to in the Trainer's Room, he showed up.'

Punk's bushy brows furrowed with growing concern. 'Did he hurt you?'

'No,' Cody shook his head, his thumb finding the large bandaid on his boyfriend's forehead and tenderly stroking it. 'No, he just stood there, but he was sending me a message.'

'He's out to finish what he started,' the tattooed man snarled. 'Well let him fucking try! I won't just stand around and let him beat you down like last time.'

Cody's chest grew tight. 'No,' he cried out. 'That's what I'm afraid of.' Punk's thin lips pursed together, turning white. 'Every time they want to get to me, they attack the people I care about. Kevin, Randy... they know they can't hurt me, so they hurt the ones I love instead.'

Punk gave a snort. 'I'm not scared of The Rock!'

And Cody's heart knotted tighter, a terrifying recollection of a moment in his dream manifesting into reality. 'I know you're not but I'm asking you, no, I'm begging you, not to let him get to you. Even if he ambushes me, assaults me, beats me down, you have to promise me that you will stay away.'

'Cody...' Punk shook his head sadly, cupping Cody's cheek with his large hand. 'I can't do that. What you're asking... it's impossible.'

It was. He knew it was. Punk was fiercely protective of those he cared about. It went against everything in his nature to let any harm happen to someone he loved. Cody knew this, because he was exactly the same.

He heaved a sigh of defeat. 'Fine then... just don't let him get his hands on you. Try to stay safe, ok?'

Punk quirked his brows. 'I can do that,' he said. 'Hell, I just about killed myself last night putting down a deranged Scotsman who's been on my ass for more than ten months. I'm not exactly in any rush to do it again. Getting stretched out a building gets real old real fast.'

They both gave a weak chuckle and Cody stroked his fingers through the greying bristles on Punk's cheeks. 'I love you so much.'

'I love you too. I'll always be there for you.'

'And I, you.'

The kissed each other again, shaking off any last lingering pangs of panic and when they pulled away, Cody gave a gentle tug on Punk's wrist. 'Come to bed,' he coaxed the older man. 'You need some real rest after that match.'

'I suppose,' he relinquished and followed his lover to their bed. 'I did just survive 'hell' after all.'

Cody laughed again but it was only a front, and as the pair snuggled into one another and began to drift off, Cody's mind couldn't stop replaying one last horrifying thought in his head over and over.

That his own personal hell was only just beginning!

[thefearandnow]

Me and my partner are watching spn season 10 for the first time and holy shit this show got like so much better we’re so back

[crazyaboutto]

The pain of being a book reader that’s been made into a show

The writers and directors literally have completed series in their hands. They have the writer’s feedback as well or at least they initially said so in season 1.

Why the fuck are they deviating from canon so much? I’m trying to think HOTD as high budgeted fan fiction but damn it’s so hard. You’re getting paid a lot and working on one of the most well known series and you just fuck up

I was already pissed with Aegon’s dream nonsense as well as Rhaenys bursting out of coronation just for shock value but it’s going downhill fast. That dream leads to absolutely nothing. We don’t even have NK like the GOT version in the books. Also, still prefer book version of Alicent both age and character wise.

It was so fast paced in season 1 and now they’re dragging the story. They’re also deviating from the canon a lot

Why does Alicent actually believe “that’s what Viserys wanted”? She wants the throne for her bloodline and that’s it. It’s her wish for power, not for actually believing in whatever Viserys was saying.

It also feels like Rhaenyra would be fine with Aegon’s usurping if Luke didn’t die. She is the throne. The war started when the greens hid the death of the king.

Why is Daemon tripping for so long? He took harrenhall and that’s it. He raised the armies 3 times before the Dance. He’s a fearsome and competent general but he’s basically just a random dude who took acid trips. Ryan saying Daemon doesn’t have the skill set to raise an army lmao give me a break

Perhaps, they do not want to show cruel side of Rhaenyra by ordering the death of Nettles and not harming Daemon after Mysaria told Rhaenyra? on one hand, Daemon might have cheated with Nettles, or it was father-daughter relationship like Mushroom thinks. It feels like they’re wasting our time with Daemon’s trips like him fucking his mother nonsense to erase Nettles.

Why are they trying to erase the connection between Valyrian and dragons? No normal person can bond with a dragon. Be it Valeryon or Targaryen, you need Valyrian blood. And the whole stupid “illusion” thing in the show.

They also wasted Laena so badly in season 1. If they’re all for sapphic representation instead of just creating buzz on internet, they could have gone for Laena x Rhaenyra moments. I’m not even sure if the adult versions were on screen together. Soon after we got older Laena, she died. It’s literally book canon that Rhaenyra was “very fond” of Laena. It’s also pretty much implied that there were things between them and ot3 with Daemon

Not to mention they erased the lesbian fighter character who loves killing men and kissing women. I’m talking about Sabitha (Frey) and her lover Alysanne Blackwood. Would rather (want to) see them acting like they’re “very close friends” than a Alicole sex scene

We don’t even have Daeron lol

We haven’t seen Haelena’s mourning well instead we saw random things. Blood and Cheese wasn’t even done properly. If you’re slowing down the pace and will end the Dance in season 3, at least show more of Haelena’s mourning. Show the sibling interactions between the greens.

Another thing, who the hell is Aeriana? Her?

I’m just reminded of how after the books ended, D&D took liberties with characters and we got the clusterfuck of season 7-8. Now I feel like they’ll do the same thing in season 3

And I fear what they’ll do with Aegon the conqueror. Like maybe he tricked Visenya and Rhaenys into marrying him and conquering the 7 kingdoms? Maybe the sisters didn’t want to kill but were forced to because they’re such angels? Or Visenya can’t fight well

Why does HBO keep making shows about the house it abhors?

[caramelcleopatraa]

English: Jealousy: Love Me Like You Say You Do

x: A fictional piece of writing starring Hazel and Roman and an uninvited guest that Hazel’s not a fan of

Parts: Celos: Observación ! Celos: Negación dolorosa ! Celos: Sucia

English: Jealousy : Observation ! Jealousy: Painful Denial ! Jealousy: Dirty

“Welcome back, Hazel,” the security guard says, opening up the door to the venue. Her stilettos clash against the cold concrete floor. She waves at a few familiar faces upon entry after telling the security guard thank you. 

She doesn’t get the chance to come visit much, so when she’s backstage, she tries to say hi to everyone. Being a CEO has its perks. Of course it's a lot of work to get to the stage where she experiences those perks, but she knew it would be worth it. And now that she’s gotten to that milestone she set a long time ago, she was able to leave the confines of her office to visit her man.

Her red silk blouse shimmered beautifully due to the bright overhead lights, matched with the red underlining of her red bottoms. Paired with black pants, a black clutch and a gold choker cuban.

An assistant not too far ahead of her, guided her to the room she requested, although she didn’t need to say that. They knew who she was, and who she belonged to. The assistant knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a pale dressing room, with black couches and chairs and mirrors lined along the wall. “This is really fancy,” Hazel says, sticking her head in to get a better look at the entire room while the assistant leaves to handle another person. A tall figure blocks her point of view, staring down at her. “The Tribal Chief always receives the best.” Roman flashes his pearly white smile, opening his arms, non verbally asking her for a hug. She laughs, and says, “I know that’s right.” She obliges, wrapping her arms around his torso, trying to get as close to him as possible. 

They soak in the feeling of the hug before disconnecting, finding eachothers eyes. “How was work, love? You got any more CEO shenanigans to tell me abo-” “Roman!” A high pitched voice calls out to him, causing him to turn his head to focus on the source of the loud yell. Tiffany Stratton. She leaned against some dusty stage equipment swiping her long blonde wavy hair out of the way to show her cleavage. He looks at Hazel for confirmation and she nods sweetly, letting him slip from her hands to attend to Tiffany. Normally, she wouldn’t stay outside to watch, but she knew Tiff. And Hazel knew how Tiff got around Roman.

Tiffany had made herself known to the bloodline by talking smack to Naomi. But before then, she would ask Roman for advice on how to excel in the business. Or at least that’s what he had said when Hazel asked. Hazel had always patiently waited for them to finish her conversation, looking up from her phone to see her twirling her hair and looking him up and down. This time wasn’t any different. The same old seductive stare with the scan, with a few extra dead pans at Hazel, because she felt bold. One more quick look at her phone was the mistake she made however, as she saw Tiffany gently trailing her hand down his arm. As much as Hazel tried to hide the shock in her face, her body went completely still. Hazel was frozen in place, and that overjoyed Tiffany, looking at her frozen state before giving him a flirtatious wink and twisting her hips as she left. 

She didn’t even notice him in front of her, calling out her name several times. “Hellooo

?” She shook her head, staring straight at his chest that met her eye level. “What were y’all talking about this time?” He shrugs his shoulders and says, “She had asked me about promos and stuff cause she’s doing one tonight.” ‘Of course. Convenience always works in her favor.’

“So promos had to lead to her touching your arm like that?” She pouted and looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with him while he smiled to himself, finding her jealousy cute. He grabs her face and turns her head towards him. “I’m not interested in her, my love. Only you. Now where were we before we got interrupted? How was your day?” She smiles slightly, basking in his chocolate eyes before a certain voice from inside the dressing room catches her attention. The TV was turned up, loud. On it, Tiffany Stratton inside the ring, cutting a small promo. The crowd roared as she spoke with arrogant confidence.

“And once I take care of Naomi, I’m gonna take Roman, because he’s mine. And I know he wants all of this,” Tiffany says, doing a slow turn, puffing her chest out to showcase her tits to all of the cameras and giving the main camera another wink.

‘I know this lil raggedy bitch ain't just-’

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