#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.

[romanreignsbae]

Crazy for you - R.R

SMUT

You finally finished getting ready, after a few hours of pampering yourself to the best you could. A steamy shower, deep cleanse, full skincare routine, and full face of makeup, it was all well deserved. It didn't happen to often for you, especially not recently. Not with your demanding ass job, or the split you and your ex husband endured.

So when you finally had time off to yourself, it was always appreciated. Looking in the mirror one more time, you stepped out of your house and into your car. Driving off to a new local restaurant that just opened in the past week. You knew it'd be packed, however a busy atmosphere for a first date always works well.

Stepping out of your car you can see your date is already here. You could see his flashy ass car a mile away and you never understood why he'd spend so much money on something so awfully hideous. You walked into the restaurant taking in the fresh loud atmosphere.

"There you are! Almost thought you wasn't gonna show!"

Actually, you really weren't gonna show. But he didn't need to know that. When Jackson from work asked you out, you almost immediately said no. But after recently splitting up with your busy ex husband, you needed something to distract yourself.

"Yup! I'm here!" you tried to sound convincing, but deep down you would rather be laid up in bed binge watching some random ass show.

Midway through a evening full of Jackson making stupid ass jokes, you trying to laugh, and you almost getting up and leaving, you decided to head to the restroom. For a break, specifically a break from this fool.

Walking through the luxurious restaurant, walking turn after turn to find the restroom. You took about 10 minutes in total of stalling by reapplying your lipgloss in the mirror multiple times, you decided it was time to go face your ‘date’.

Swinging the restroom door open, you immediately walk into something as hard as a rock. Almost tripping over your heels your caught by feeling strong firm arms wrapped around your waist.

Looking up you saw the one person you’ve been attempting to avoid. Your now ex-husband. Roman Reigns.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, it was almost certain enough to assume he was on a date. You felt a spring of jealousy cross your body.

“Didn’t expect to see you here..” you muttered the words sharply while looking up at him.

Roman looked down at you amused, his arms never leaving your body. He looked handsome as ever. Roman never had to try hard to attract female attraction, so it was really no surprise he was already on a date after the split you two just went through barely a month ago.

Now to be fair, you were on a date too. But you just needed an excuse to get outta the house. He was definitely looking for a woman to take home with him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either. Guess we think alike..” he chuckled. He saw the jealousy clouding your face immediately.

“What are you doing here anyways?” your voice piqued with curiosity.

“Business dinner. What about you? Dinner with the girls?” he replied confidently. A rush of relief came across you.

“I’m actually on a date..” you said cockily. Making Roman jealous was never hard to do, and him being jealous would satisfy you heavily.

“Oh are you?” he chuckled bitterly. Mission fucking accomplished bitch.

“Yeah I am, he’s pretty great you know..” you replied smiling like a schoolgirl. His face now had a deep scowl placed on it.

“I actually better get back to him know, don’t wanna keep my man waiting” looking down you grabbed his arms to remove them from around you.

Beginning to walk away, he moved in front of you, his 6’3 frame towering over you.

“Your man, huh? You moved on real quick” he said with a hint of anger in his tone.

“Yeah, I mean what can I say? I didn’t really move on from anything cause ya know, there was nothing to move on from in the first place” you said.

That was a low blow. But, you didn’t quite care. “Okay, well i’m gonna go..”

Walking away from your ex man back to your new “man”, the satisfaction of seeing him angry felt amazing. But your words deep down made you feel terrible.

Looking back at him once you saw he was already on your trail. Nervousness overcoming you, you picked up the speed. Walking faster to get back to your table.

“Sorry that took longer than intended!” you said cheerfully. If Jackson was gonna be good for anything it was using him to make Roman jealous.

He smiled at me before replying. “That’s alrig-”

“Really? This prick is your new man?” a new familiar voice entered the convo, you looked up to see a pissed off Roman.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jackson replied angrily. Who was this hothead messing up his date?

“Her fucking husband you imbecile. Now get the fuck outta here before I beat your ass” he said while grabbing Jackson by his collar. This grabbed the attention of those sitting by us. Gasps and murmurs were shared.

“Roman! Stop it!” you got up trying your best to push Roman off Jackson. A man his size wasn’t gonna budge against lil old you.

“She doesn’t want you anymore you fuckin-” Jackson couldn’t finish his sentence before Roman punched him square in the face knocking him out.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you run out of the restaurant running as fast as you can even with your heels slowing you down. You know exactly who was gonna be following you to your car.

Rummaging through your handbag, the one gifted to the man you once loved, you were trying to find your car keys.

Finding them unlocking the door as fast as possible, a hand on your back stopped you in your tracks.

Already knowing who it was by the thick scent of the familiar cologne in the air. You didn’t waste a second turning around slapping him across the face. A look of shock spread over his face which was quickly replaced by a look of regret.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? You’re such a fucking pysco-” you were cut off by him full lips smashing onto yours.

First attempting to push him off with no luck, you then melted into the kiss aligning and molding your lips against his perfectly.

This is what you always wanted. The attention from him. The whole reason you split up with him was so he could get his head outta his ass and realize he wasn’t showing you, his own wife, enough love and affection.

Both of you pulled back at the same time, gasping for air. His face showed remorse for you all over it.

“Baby, i’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t wanna do that but I had to. I love you too much to see you with another man and I know I wasn’t the best husband to you but I finally see my mistakes and i’m trying to change for you. I miss you so much and-” you quickly shushed him by kissing him greedily.

“Ro, take me home with you. I miss you so much.” you mumbled against him. His lips pushing against yours harder.

“I need you so bad” you added.

“Fuck that, I ain’t waiting till we home” he said with a small smirk. He opened the backseat of your car pushing you both inside.

Placing you to sit on his lap, your legs laid on the outsides of his beautiful thick thighs you love.

He was kissing your neck harshly while he fondled your back trying to unzip the mini dress you had on. Successfully unzipping your dress he freed it from your body.

“You’re so beautiful babygirl” he mumbled against your neck. Moaning softly to the feeling of his kisses moving lower and lower, you were truly in heaven.

“Please just fuck me baby..” you exhaled. He smiled softly at you before freeing himself of his belt and boxer briefs.

“I gotchu baby..” he said while lining him up with your entrance. Feeling his mushroom tip push into you, you both moaned at the pleasure you both hadn’t felt in so long.

“I missed feeling you inside me, Ro..” you murmured before once again moving your lips to his.

“Yeah? Show me how much you missed it then..” he said before pushing you down on his dick. You then gave yourself time to fully adjusted to the stretch of him being fully inside you.

Once you’d adjusted, you moved up and down at a pace you could handle. “Just like that baby, just like that” he said into your neck.

“It’s so good baby!” you chanted. It had been so long since he’s been inside you.

“Yeah, you missed me inside this tight pussy, didn’t you baby?” he grunted while thrusting up at a rapid pace. You could no longer think straight anymore, You were completely dickmatized.

“I-I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even get the words out before you fell into pure ecstasy. Roman began speeding up his pace chasing his own orgasm.

Grunting loudly he filled you up to the brim. You laid your head on his shoulder no longer being able to support yourself. “I love you baby” he said softly while kissing your temple.

“I love you more..” you whispered back before falling into a deep sleep in the arms of the man you love.

[caramelcleopatraa]

SMAU: Comforting your man when he admits to you that he feels/felt insecure

Characters and Pairings:

Roman x Reader, Dwayne Johnson x Reader

Content Warnings:

Suggestive themes, alluding to sexual activities, insecurities

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[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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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!)

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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.

[thlayli-ra]

'Acknowledge Me!'

Characters - LA Knight, Roman Reigns, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, Paul Heyman, Cody Rhodes

Pairing - LA Knight/Roman Reigns

Rating - Explicit (18+ only)

Warning Tags - Rape, Non-con, Winner's Room, Light Bondage, Dom/Sub Undertones, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Foot Fetish

(It's only taken over a year but it's FINALLY here! LA Knight/Roman Reigns Winner's Room fic be upon ye!!! Please, please read the tags beforehand! Thank you!)

[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

@darhknight

@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!!!

[acknowledge-reigns]

Kiss It Better | Zilla Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Kiley is offered a high paying job to look after an injured Zilla Fatu for a month.

Chapter: 1/5

Face Claim: Halle Bailey

Warnings: None

This is the Zilla x Kiley sequel to Swipe Right and Rivals With Benefits. 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. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 2,696

My masterlist can be found here.

Kiley and her friends, Myra and Chris, had all just graduated from nursing school and were now working at the local free clinic.

They were eager to make a difference in the community and get experience before working full-time.

This being only their second week on the job, the trio who all had been best friends since freshman year of college were all still adapting to their roles.

The first few days had been a whirlwind of learning new skills and procedures, meeting new coworkers, and trying to navigate the busy and often chaotic environment of the clinic.

But now that they were more comfortable with their jobs, they were finally starting to enjoy themselves.

One afternoon, the trio was sitting in the break room taking a well-deserved break. Myra and Chris were chatting about their weekend plans while Kiley scrolled through her phone, checking her social media while they all snacked.

As Kiley scrolled through her phone, Myra and Chris continued their conversation, moving on to gossiping about Chris' boyfriend.

"So, how's it going with you and Lyle these days?" Myra asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Chris chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, it's going great," he said with a sly smile. "We've been trying out some new... positions lately."

Myra let out a whoop of laughter, clearly amused by Chris's response.

"Oh, do tell," she urged, leaning forward eagerly.

Chris smirked, clearly enjoying the attention.

"Let's just say we've been getting pretty... creative," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I never knew my body was that flexible."

Myra snorted with laughter, shaking her head in amusement.

"You two are something else," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Always getting up to something kinky."

Chris chuckled and winked at Myra.

"You're just jealous that you're not getting any action," he teased.

Myra feigned offense, placing a hand over her heart dramatically.

"How dare you!" she exclaimed, trying to keep a straight face. "I'll have you know that I get plenty of action, thank you very much. It's Kiley that need to get laid, baby."

Kiley, who had been half-listening to the conversation, looked up from her phone and shot Myra a glare.

"Hey, don't drag me into this," she protested, trying to hide the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Myra chuckled, clearly enjoying herself.

"Oh, come on, Kiley," she said, grinning mischievously. "We all know you could use a little... excitement in your life."

Kiley rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

But deep down, she knew Myra was right. It had been a while since she'd been on a date, let alone had any sort of intimate relationship. While she had been in school she didn't want the distraction.

Chris smirked, noticing the hint of wistfulness in Kiley's eyes.

"Sure you are," he said teasingly. "That's why you spend all your time with us losers instead of out there mingling with the hot doctors."

"The doctors aren't even hot" Kylie argued. None of them were.. Rugged enough for her. Kylie had always loved her a bad boy.

Myra and Chris exchanged a knowing glance, grinning at each other.

"Ah, so that's the problem," Myra said, a sly smile on her face. "You're just not into those boring, clean-cut doctors."

Kiley rolled her eyes again, but couldn't deny the truth in Myra's words. She had always been drawn to the bad boys, the ones with a rough edge and a mysterious past. The kind you read about in those dark romance stories.

Chris chuckled and patted her on the back. "Don't worry, Kiley," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure there's a rogue doctor out there somewhere just waiting to sweep you off your feet and do scandalous things to you in the exam room."

As the break continued, Kiley's phone buzzed with a text message. She glanced down at the screen and saw that it was from her sister, Iris.

Iris:

Hey sis, can we talk when you get off work? It's important.

Kiley furrowed her brow, a hint of concern flickering across her face. She quickly typed out a response.

Kiley:

Sure thing. Everything okay?

Iris's response was quick and to the point.

Iris:

I'll explain when you get here. See you soon.

Kiley's mind raced with worry and curiosity as she put her phone away.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Kiley couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and her mind kept drifting to the conversation she was about to have with her sister.

Finally, her shift came to an end, and she clocked out, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and anxiety.

As Kiley made her way out of the clinic, she got into her car and started the drive to her sister's place.

The drive was long and quiet, giving her ample time to let her mind wander and worry about what could possibly be going on.

As she pulled up to the grand estate, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight of the opulent mansion. Iris had married Roman Reigns about a year ago, and they lived here with her two daughters Imani and Amira, and on weekends Roman's five children.

Kiley took a deep breath as she parked her car and walked up to the front door. She hadn't seen Iris in a couple of weeks, just due to the chaotic schedules of a nurse and a lawyer, and the unexpected summons had her feeling uneasy.

She rang the doorbell, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for someone to answer.

After a few moments, the door swung open to reveal Iris standing there,

"Hey, sis," she greeted, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Come on in."

Kiley stepped inside, her eyes scanning the grand foyer. She followed Iris into the living room, where they took a seat on one of the plush sofas.

"So, what's going on?" Kiley asked, her voice tinged with apprehension. "You said it was important."

"We have a favor to ask you" Iris said

Kiley raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"A favor?" she repeated, studying her sister's expression. "What kind of favor?"

Roman, who had been sitting quietly on the other side of the room, cleared his throat and spoke up.

"We have a favor to ask you, Lele," he said, using her nickname. Since he got with Iris, Roman had treated both her little sisters and her kids as his own. "My cousin Zilla injured his arm and needs someone to look after him for a while."

Kiley's eyes widened in surprise. She knew Zilla, had met him at Iris and Roman's wedding awhile back. He was brash and arrogant.

"I can't imagine that going well," Kiley muttered, rolling her eyes.

Roman chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that," he said. "But we really need someone to take care of him, who can make his stubborn ass rest instead of making the injury worse and driving his Mom crazy in the process. We'll pay you well, of course."

Roman scribbled down a figure on a piece of paper and handed it to Kiley. Her eyes widened as she saw the amount he was offering.

"Is this for real?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Iris nodded, a small smile on her face.

"We know it's a lot to ask, but we really need someone we can trust," she said. "And you're the only one we trust with this. You wanted more nursing experience right? here you go, Le."

Kiley hesitated, torn between the promise of money and the idea of dealing with Zilla's insufferable personality.

But as she looked at the number on the paper, she knew she couldn't refuse. It was a lot of money. Enough to pay off her car and her student loans.

"Alright," she said finally, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'll do it."

Roman and Iris both smiled, relief evident on their faces.

"Thank you, Kiley," Roman said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "We really appreciate it."

Iris nodded in agreement.

"And one more thing... You'll need to live with him for a month while he heals up." Iris added gingerly.

Kiley's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what?!" she exclaimed, her heart sinking. "You want me to live with him? For a month?"

Iris winced at Kiley's reaction. "I know it sounds crazy," she said, trying to sound apologetic. "But it's the only way to make sure he doesn't try to do anything stupid while he's healing. We just need someone there to keep an eye on him, make sure he rests and doesn't overexert himself." Iris added.

Zilla had been told by the doctor that resting and not doing to much with that arm would be the difference maker on if he needed surgery or not.

Kiley let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair.

"You're asking me to live with the most arrogant and annoying person I've ever met for a whole month?" she said, her voice tinged with disbelief. "This is going to be a nightmare."

Roman chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Hey, we wouldn't ask if we had any other options," he said, trying to reassure her. "But we trust you to handle him. You're the only one who can."

Kiley let out a deep breath, resigning herself to her fate.

"Fine," she said, her voice laced with defeat. "I'll do it. But you both owe me big time for this."

"Do i need to add another 0 to the offer?" Roman joked

Kiley rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Money ain't even gon' cut it. I'ma need another niece or nephew."

Roman laughed heartily at her response.

"Deal," he said, grinning. "We'll get right on that."

Iris smacked Roman playfully on the arm, a look of mock disapproval on her face.

"Don't encourage her," she scolded, trying to hide her own amusement.

Roman feigned innocence, holding his hands up in surrender.

"What?" he said, trying to look contrite. "I'm just making sure she's motivated."

Iris rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"You're incorrigible," she said, shaking her head.

Roman winked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"And you love it," he teased, pulling her closer to him.

Iris tried to maintain a stern expression, but her facade crumbled as she melted into his embrace.

"Shut up," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest.

"You guys are obnoxiously cute" Kiley huffed

Roman chuckled, wrapping his arms around Iris tighter.

"Jealous much?" he teased, looking over at Kiley with a smirk.

"Shut up, RoRo." Kiley teased.

Roman rolled his eyes at the nickname.

"You know I hate that," he grumbled, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"And you know i don't give a damn. My mission as a sister in law is not complete if i don't annoy the hell outta you and Jey." Kiley added. Jax, their middle sister and Jey had gone off on some impromptu vegas trip over the summer and eloped after a whirlwind romance while planning Roman and Iris' wedding.

Roman let out a mock sigh, shaking his head.

"You're a menace, you know that?" he said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

Iris chuckled, watching the playful banter between her husband and her sister.

"You two are like a couple of kids," she said, shaking her head fondly.

Kiley bids goodbye to Roman and Iris before heading back to her apartment to pack her things for the month she'll be staying with Zilla.

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As she enters the living room of the apartment she shares with Myra to find her lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

Myra looks up as Kiley enters the room, raising an eyebrow.

"You're back early," she comments, noticing the bags in Kiley's hands. "What's with the packing?"

Kiley sighs, plopping down on the couch next to Myra.

"I'm moving out for a month," she explains, rubbing her temples. "Roman and Iris are paying me to take care of his cousin while he's recovering from an injury."

Myra's eyes widen in surprise.

"You're going to be babysitting for a month?" she asks incredulously. "Who is this cousin and what kind of injury is he recovering from?"

Kiley groans, leaning her head back against the couch.

"His name is Zilla," she says, already feeling a headache coming on. "And apparently he's a stubborn pain in the ass who can't take care of himself."

Myra chuckles, amused by Kiley's description.

"Sounds like a real charmer," she says sarcastically. "You're going to have so much fun with him."

Kiley rolls her eyes, shooting Myra a glare.

"Oh, ha ha," she says dryly. "I can already tell this is going to be the longest month of my life."

Myra pats Kiley on the shoulder sympathetically.

"At least you'll be getting paid," she offers, trying to look on the bright side, "Is he hot?"

Kiley pauses for a moment, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"He's not bad looking," she admits, her tone nonchalant. "In fact, he's pretty damn attractive."

Myra raises an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"Ooh, do tell," she says, leaning in closer. "What kind of attractive are we talking about here?"

Kiley rolls her eyes at Myra's enthusiasm.

"Tall, muscular, tatted up and he's got that bad boy vibe going on," she explains, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "But nothing is going to happen."

Myra pouts, feigning disappointment.

"Come on, where's the fun in that?" she whines. "You're stuck in close quarters with a hot guy for a month and you're not even going to try anything?"

Kiley gives Myra a pointed look.

"I'm not going to do anything because I'm a professional," she says firmly. "I'm there to take care of him, not flirt and play games."

"Wait til Chris hears that you're staring in your very own wrestling rom-com." Myra says referring to the third member of their little friend group. He'd moved in with Lyle a couple of months ago after the two met at the clinic. Lyle was a lab tech.

Kiley groans, her head falling back against the couch again.

"Oh, great," she mutters, knowing exactly how Chris will react to this news. "He's gonna want minute by minute updates in the group chat."

Myra grins mischievously, pulling out her phone.

"I'm telling him right now," she says, her fingers already typing out a message to Chris.

Kiley groans again, burying her face in her hands.

"You're a terrible friend," she jokes, bracing herself for the onslaught of teasing messages that will undoubtedly come her way.

Myra laughs, hitting send on her message.

"You love me and you know it," she says, tossing her phone aside and giving Kiley a cheeky grin.

Just as expected, Kiley's phone starts blowing up with notifications from the group chat. She pulls it out, rolling her eyes as she sees the onslaught of teasing messages from Chris.

Chris's messages are filled with emojis and exaggerated gasps, each one more dramatic than the last. He clearly finds the situation hilarious.

Kiley lets out a long-suffering sigh, reading through the messages with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Y'all hell," she mutters to herself chuckling and sending back a middle finger emoji in response.

Kiley:

🖕🏾

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Kiley stands outside Zilla's house, her bags in hand. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever chaos is about to unfold, before knocking on the door.

After a few moments, the door swings open, revealing Zilla standing there in all his shirtless glory, his arm bruised up and in a sling. He gives Kiley a once-over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well, well, well," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "Looks like my babysitter has arrived."

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Chris = Keiynan Lonsdale

Myra = Flo Milli

Lyle = Garrett Clayton

Next Chapter

[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! 💗💗

[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......

[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

[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.

[meganmeyers]

POMEGRANATES & WINES

ACT ONE: DRIFTMARK

jacaerys velaryon x aunt!targtower oc

word count: 4k

masterlist: intro

act two: driftwood throne

warnings/includes: bastardphobia, blood, fighting, death(mentioned), lost of innocence(?)

Summary: Princess Averillia Targaryen was the 5th born child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower in 117 A.C. Close in age to her nephew Jacaerys Velaryon a close friendship formed in between the two vicious families.

Note: Hello everyone! Just a warning! I haven’t written a fan fiction in a VERY long time. Like it’s been YEARS! So, I may be very rusty in the writing department. Another note: This will be a three-part story. It would be too long to make into a one shot. Also, this part deals with a lot of character building/ setting up the story.

The second princess to King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Consort Alicent Hightower was born just a bit more than a year after her brother Daeron Targaryen. The babe was shown to the courts in long and frivolous christening gowns and wrapped in the beautiful, embroidered blankets, a true look of a royal princess. The only thing not matching on the babe was her constant screams and crying when she was dressed in such gowns and wrapped in the blankets. Ear piercing screams were heard in the court rooms. A restless child truly, the restless of the five babes Alicent Hightower birthed.

As the princess grew, she began to grow a thick head of restless curly honey like blonde hair. A good resemblance to the late Queen Alysanne Targaryen and the early ancestors of the Hightower bloodline. The princess would have been mistaken for a Hightower if she didn’t bear the old Valyrian facial features and the lilac irises of the Targaryens. A stark difference to all 5 of her other siblings and her own father. Her restless hair only grew as restless as her for the continuation of tantrums she had. The toddler would argue in childish gibberish when she had on the fancier court dresses and when she was forced to attend the nursery with all her siblings and nephews. The child was content with being alone and in simple nightgowns day and night.

As a child she behaved in proper fashion, but the courts heard about the princesses' distastes in certain dresses, hairstyles, and colors. The dresses were all of simple styles and simple embroidered designs. The dresses were in shades of blues, purples, and creams. The biggest tantrums she had thrown were over the queen’s insistence in the color green. Oh, how the princess detested the color green. An entire collection of dresses was made for the princess in simple cuts and designs in all shades of green. The small girl had taken them all to the dragon pit and tried to have her elder sister's dragon, Syrax burn them. The princess Rhaenyra had quickly intervened when she found out the girl's intentions and had commissioned her to have new dresses made in shades of blues, purples, and creams. The Queen Alicent had finally given up the losing battle she was fighting with the Princess.

The courts had dubbed the young princess, “The Simple Princess” just as they had dubbed the Princess Rhaenyra, “The Realms Delight”.

When the princess reached the age of six, she demanded her father take her to Dragonstone to claim her own dragon after her nephew Prince Jacaerys, had bonded with his own dragon Vermax and told the little princess about it. The king Viserys had told the girl that she was too young to claim a dragon of that size that were living on Dragonstone. The princess let out cries after cries about how she’s not too young and that she should be able to have a dragon. The king, tired of the princesses' tantrums, decided that the entire family will spend some time on Dragonstone. The king was also hopeful that his son Aemond, would also have a chance to claim a dragon being the only other one of his children to not have a dragon.

While on Dragonstone it had taken no less than 5 hours after arrival for the Princess Averillia to go missing, also included the Prince Jacaerys to go missing as well. Everyone had searched for the Princess and Prince till after nightfall. A dragon keeper had found them deep in the dragon pit sleeping shoulder to shoulder under the wing of a relaxed Silverwing. Trying to retrieve the children was a hard challenge. Silverwing had been awoken by the royal family and dragon keepers entering her area of the pit. As if the children were eggs, she’d almost burnt a dragon keeper alive when she went to retrieve the children. The children remained there all night under Silverwing’s wing and the watch of three dragon keepers. Once the children had awoken, they were stinking of dragon and also gotten the most serious scolding from Rhaenyra on how dangerous and reckless they were. A family holiday wasn’t as thrilling being kept under watchful eyes the entire time.

Back in King Landing the Simple Princess quickly fell into the habit of being found constantly in the dragon pit with her dragon mount. The keepers constantly found her practicing her needlework, working on her High Valyrian, or working on her studies. Soon Prince Jacaerys became her partner in crime. Where Averillia was, Jacaerys would follow. Vermax also became familiar with Silverwing being his rider was constantly in close proximity with her rider. Being the ill-tempered beast he was he had thrown his own dragon tantrum and Silverwing had burnt a small bit of his tail scaring the young dragon. The children had broken into fits of giggles and laughter during the event.

The princess Rhaenyra had soon given birth to Prince Joffrey Velaryon. The young princess remembers seeing maids clean up blood along the halls from that day but didn’t know the reason. She also hadn’t known the reason for her friend to be leaving her. The little princess was distraught by the news of Jace and his family leaving. The little princess had puffy eyes during the departure of her sister's family, fearing she’d wouldn’t ever see them again.

The funeral hadn't been as gloomy as she thought they were supposed to be. She wasn't upset by the death of Laena Velaryon but also, she didn't know her. Averillia had only known her as her uncle Daemon's wife, also Jace and Luke's aunt though their father, Laenor. Many people from court also attended the funeral, they didn't seem to upset by the death of Laena Velaryon either. Averillia had found it a bis distasteful. If you didn't care for the one in the coffin, then why attended the funeral? The little princess had hoped that when the stranger comes for her that she'll be laid to rest by only her close relatives. Not made a spectacle about because she's from a powerful family.

She shouldn't worry about that now, since that's still many, many, many years away. Even if Lady Laena did pass away in childbirth meeting her end faster than when it was probably planned out for her. Averillia did have the fear of that being her fate, or more so her sisters. Helaena wasn't too much older than her and their mother had already started the planning on marrying her to Aegon. She found out after overhearing Aegon and Aemond's bickering over Helaena and her.

“Our silly sister, she confines herself to the womanly arts of needle work and etiquette then with anyone else. She’s a foolish girl, should have been sent to Oldtown with Daeron. She would have been made of better use there than here."

Hearing those words did hurt her feelings, she had known her brothers didn't favor her, but she wasn't useless. She had quickly left the funeral afterwards telling her mother she was feeling awfully ill. Which indeed she did start having an awful feeling in her belly, but she was confined to her bed for the rest of the evening or just left staring out the window of her room looking out at the landscape of Driftmark.

Once the sun had fallen behind the waves, she had decided she was done being couped up in her bedroom. She grabbed the bottom of her robe and nightdress and slowly made her way outside.

She walked along the stone paths to the beaches along the island. The air was indeed cold on the island, maybe a robe with sleeves would have been a better choice of clothing for this adventure. The princess had found her spot on the stretch of beach by the water. She picked at the small pieces of rocks and shells in the sand while taking in the colder air and salty smell.

"Illia?". The princesses head snapped around to find Jace standing by the edge of the line where the grass meets the sand. "Jace?", she answered. confused by him being outside. He was still dressed in his funeral clothes. "I didn't get to see you at the funeral today?", "I wasn't feeling well after we arrived, I guess I got seasick.". Jace had made his way up towards the princess as she answered him on her disappearance. "My brother gets seasick as well, and he had the shorter boat ride out of us." He sat down, next to the princess and she had gotten a good look at him and saw the puffy redness around his eyes.

"Have you been crying, Jace?", her hand reached up to move the bangs from his eyes for a clearer view. He immediately jumped back away from her hand, "Gods Illia, you're freezing!". The prince had been quick to remove his cloak and wrap her up in it. The princess had taken the extra layer without a second thought but still wanted an answer to her question. "You didn't answer my question, Jace.". Jace tightened his into a thin line before speaking. "Should you grieve for someone who's not your family?". Illia was a bit taken back by the question, "I suppose if you'd care for them enough, but there isn't a reason why you shouldn't. What has happened, Jace?".

"Sir Harwin. He died after he left. I shouldn't care, he wasn't related to us but still I-", "You shouldn't feel ashamed for that, Jace. You cared for him, and he very obviously cared for you. Theres nothing wrong with that.". Jace had sighed at her words. He knew she meant well but knew she hadn't realized the darker secret in his words.

"I have missed your company, Illia." He had turned to look at her when he said that. She gave him a small smile, "I have missed yours as well, even more now than ever...". Her eyes casted down to the darker water. "You seem to be the only person I'm not foolish too.". Illia had rested her head into her arms on her knees, hoping to hide her saddened look from Jace. "What on earth are you speaking of Illia? Who thinks you're foolish?", He moved closer in hopes of hearing her words more clearly over the sound of the waves.

"Aegon and Aemond, I heard them speak about it today at the funeral. Aegon said I'm a foolish girl who should have been sent to Oldtown, just as Daeron has. That I am of no use to the family, just a waste of space. I'm afraid that he may be right, I'll just be a useless girl who'll be married off to some old lord miles and miles away to solve father's political issues, in turn then birth the awful man heirs until I meet the stranger in a childbed - Illia had tears in her eyes at the words she repeated and of the fears she shared - or worse, I'll have to marry Aemond or Daeron. Just as mother has done with Aegon and Helaena." The little princess hides deeper into her arms only to see her golden hair wrap around her shoulders and arms.

"Is that why you had left the funeral early? Because of your foolish brothers? You know my mother wouldn't allow that Illia; she loves you. I also don't think you're foolish. You're just a girl. Aegon is a drunk who picks upon his siblings because he can't ever even try to do anything right. You bonded with the good Queen Alysanne's dragon mount at the age of six years old just because you didn't have a dragon, without the help of the dragon keepers either. -- he shakes her shoulders a bit to make her look at him -- You're an extortionary girl, Illia. A simple but extortionary girl.".

Illia's eyes have long dried, and she had started to smile more. "I truly did have an upset stomach though. But I have also truly missed you Jace." As soon as the girl had ended her sentence the screech of a dragon had been heard overhead of the prince and princess. Both looked to the night sky and seen the dragon of the late rider taken to air. A small but vivid outline of a person on the back of Vhagar.

"Jace... Who's claimed her?"

Both the prince and princess had run to the dragon pit to find an answer. They walked slowly into the pit to find Vhagar has landed and her rider dismount. "Who are you?", Jace's voice demanded into the hall of shadowy darkness. Slowly the figure walked into the light and revealed himself. "Aemond..."

"It's him!"

Behind them Rhaena, Baela, and Lucerys had walked into the pit. "Vhagar was my mother's dragon!" Rhaena had exclaimed, a look of pure anger was on the girl's face. "Your mother is dead! Vhagar has a new rider now." "Aemond! How can you be so cruel?", Averillia asked. "She was mine to claim!". "Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride - the boy looked from each prince to look right at Rhaena - it would suit you.". "Aemond!", Averillia screamed as Rhaena went to shove the blonde prince. He had thrown her to the ground, before he could turn back, he was hit hard across the face by Baela to which he returned the harmful action.

Averillia knew she shouldn't get involved but her brother had gone too far. The princess was fast to come to the aide of the two female cousins and go at her brother. She had gone for her brother's shoulders in a successful push, but she hadn't expected the boy to get a handful of her skirt and cause a tear in the gown's fabric. The boy had dragged his sister to the dirt in the action and quickly climbed on top of her. He had swung a quick hit to her head before being thrown off by Jacaerys. The boys fell back in the dirt and had swing after swing at each other.

Aemond had been able to roll them so that Jacaerys had been on the bottom rather than the top. Averillia had scrambled herself to stand up to see the turnover. Little Lucerys had decided to catch a taste of the fight and jumped right onto Aemond's back wrapping his arms around his neck. The blonde prince had stood up and shook his body trying to get the little prince to release his grip, in turn walking back into the blonde princess stepping upon her gown and causing the three to fall to the ground. Hitting the wall being the last one in the pile and little Lucerys had screamed at the impact of being sandwiched between the blonde siblings.

Jacaerys had grabbed the blonde prince and thrown him back to the ground throwing punch after punch. The two girls joined in the punching or at least Averillia thought they had; all she could hear was grunts and the sounds of thumping. Hair clung to the girls' face blocking her view from the ground. She heard someone fall to the ground and some more wrestling before a scream had been heard.

"You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!"

"Bastards"

Averillia had started to lift herself up and move her hair to see the sight of Aemond holding little Lucerys by the neck with a rock above his head. "My father is still alive!", Lucerys had cried. Hardly eligible with the snot, blood, and tears the small boy had all over his face.

"He doesn't know, does he, - Aemond had turned to Jacaerys - Lord Strong?". A smirk spread across Aemond's face at his final sentence. "Aemond... stop-", "Shut up Averillia! You're useless!". Aemond had spit back at the girl. Aemond had thrown the young prince to the ground before going at the elder brother. Averillia heard swishes of a blade cutting through the air before a loud thump was heard. Jacaerys had fallen right next to her in the dirt, "Jace?".

A rock suddenly came into view as Aemond smashed Jacaerys across the forehead with it. "No!", Averillia yelled as she had thrown dirt into her brother's eyes before giving him a good shove back. She turned her attention quickly to her only friend and head his bleeding head against her chest in hope of some sort of protection.

She heard the screams from behind her. A blood curdling scream. She lifted her head to find Aemond clutching his face and Lucerys standing above him.

Blood, dark blood mixed with the dirt under the blonde prince.

The halls of nine was quite dark no matter how tall the fire was. The small sounds of Aemond's flesh being sewn together was the only consistence of noise in the large hall.

"How could you allow this to happen? I will have answers!"

"The princes and princesses were supposed to be abed-'

"Who was on watch?"

"The young prince was attacked by his own cousins and sister, Your Grace."

"Averillia?"

Across the floor Averillia sat on what seemed to be a cushioned footstool as Jacaerys sat next to her; being held against her chest and Lucerys was on the floor hiding behind her exposed leg as if her leg would stop anymore danger to come to him. Her forehead had a nasty gash in her forehead from Aemond's ring and the back of her hair felt sticky. Her white nightgown was in ruins by the dirt, sand, water, blood, and the extreme tear along the side exposing her entire leg. Jace's blood was the major reason her golden robe was turning a dark red color. If her stomach hadn't hurt today, it surely did now in this very moment with her father and mothers intense staring at her.

A loud sound of the doors opening was heard and running footsteps were heard soon after getting the attention off of her and to whoever had walked into the room. Now the bloody blonde princess and dark-haired princes sat alone in the room.

"Jace?"

"Luke!" Fast foots steps were heard as Rhaenyra rushed towards her sons. "Show me.", Luke had rushed towards his mother fast as she crouched down to the princes and princess's level. "Oh gods, Illia!". Rhaenyra rushed to examine Jace and Illia's heads and faces through the blood and dirt. "Who's done this?"

The room bursts into screams from accusations from each child. Illia wanted to cry from her sorehead as she felt the pain of it all now as the room got louder.

"Silence!"

"He called us bastards..."

"Averillia. I want the truth of what happened."

"What else is there to hear? Your son was maimed, and her sons and our daughter were responsible." "It was a regrettable accident."

"The prince brought a blade to the ambush! He meant to kill my son!"

"It was my sons and sister who were attacked and forced to defend themselves! Vile insults were levied against my sons."

"What?"

"He called them bastards, Father.". Attention had turned to the young bloody princess sitting holding the elder equally as bloody prince. Aemond's eye had a scowled look in it before Rhaenyra had stepped more in front of all three of children after the attention shifted.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons."

"You tell me boy. Where had you heard such insults."

"Where's Sir Laenor?" "I don't know, I had gone out to walk because I couldn't find sleep. I had found Illia's shoes and Jace's cloak on the beach shore and thought something must have been wrong."

Eyes were again on the bloody prince and princess as they slowly stood behind Rhaenyra. "You tell me Aemond. Where did you hear such slander?"

"From the Prince Jacaerys himself, Your Grace. He had confessed to Averillia right on the beach."

Gasps were heard across the room, all eyes turned to the bloody pair. "That's not true! Mother that is not what happened!", "Illia. Did my son tell you this?". "No, he did not Sister. I swear upon the old gods and the new."

"Of course she'll defend him! I wouldn't be surprised considering the fact that she had given herself to him on the beach. Look at the blood down her legs!"

"You lie! Mother that didn't happen!" Rhaenyra looked down and saw the bright red blood trickling down her young sisters exposed leg pooling at the floor. "Illia?". The young princess let out an ear-piercing cry at the sight. "You foolish girl! You ran around and decided to just give your virtue to some boy! You ruin yourself for your future!".

"That's not true. I didn't do it. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't."

Alicent continued to scream at the little princess in front of the entire room. Rhaenyra had taken to comfort her young sister. It was far too much blood for it to be her virtue. The young princess had gotten her first course. "Father! You must cease this!", Rhaenyra cried to try and aide her younger sister. "It wasn't her virtue; it's her monthly course, father. Please cease this!"

The room has gotten silent except for the small princess's cries.

"This matter has finished. As your king I demand it. Whoever decides to spread such accusations of my grandson's parentage or my daughter's condition; shall have their tongue removed."

"Sir Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon. If the King decides to ignore the transgression the Queen will not. He can choose which eye to keep; a privilege that wasn't granted towards my son."

Illia was shoved behind her sister at the demand. Illia had never truly been scared of her mother until this moment. More yelling had been heard before the ear-piercing scream of Luke was sounding in her ear drum.

Alicent, her mother. Was charging right at them with her father's blade. Illia was then pushed back by someone before tripping over the footstool she had been sat on earlier. Falling back to hit the floor hard.

"Illia?" "Illia, wake up! Oh gods! Call the Maester. Now!"

Averillia woke up in a room that wasn't hers. "Illia?"

Averillia opened her eyes more and saw her sister and nephews standing above her. Fabric had been shoved up Lukes's nose and Jace had his head wrapped in fabric as well. "Thank the Gods you have woken up Illia." Rhaenyra ran a hand over her head and held her chin after this. "You had taken a nasty fall last night, Sweet Girl."

Illia's eye just stared widely at Rhaenyra before getting increasingly glassy with tears. "Boys. Leave us at once. Go tell the Maester that she's awakened." A door closing had broken the small princess to fly into Rhaenyra's arms in chest wracking sobs. "Illia, sweet girl. What's the matter? What troubles you so badly?"

"I- I- I- n- n-noth- nothing hap- nothing happened between Jace and I sister! Pl- Please believe me!" The girl got out through hiccups and cries. Rhaenyra just sighed and cradled the girl closer to her, giving a gentle rocking as if she was a tiny babe. "I know that, Illia. The Maesters had confirmed last night that you did indeed start your womanly cycles, and also Jace told me what actually happened on the beach. I've raised Jace to be a more respectable man then that."

The little princess let out more cries, "I'm so-sorry, Rhae-", "Shh. Relax sweet girl. You've gotten nothing to be sorry about. Just try taking deep breathes. You're safe."

endnote: Thank you for reading! please let me know what you think of the story so far!

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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.'