#bloodlines characters

[bloodlines-fanfiction]

-Lord… -Vlad, I warned you that you shouldn’t hide Sonya from me. Do you remember what will happen to you if something happens to her? -My lord, I can explain everything… -I don’t need your pathetic attempts to save your ass from punishment, I can find out everything without words. -My lord, allow me…

-Enough, I'm tired of you. When I bring Sonya home, pray that your flesh and blood will persuade me to save your vile, trolling life.

[mynqzo]

silly ventrue im playing in vtmb rn

[velnna]

I wasn't joking when I said I was gonna give him a happy AU [shoves tiefling Amy in there to pester the bug]

[ship-garbage-pile]

I feel my favorite moment in VTMB is that of the sudden-chance reunion with Samantha. Their is just so much to chew on from a narrative standpoint, we as the player have been so embroiled in the politics of the clans, doing dirty work and trying to survive. We are so stuck in our own heads about how it is we should proceed, "who should i place my trust in? Will i be able to survive?" Ultimately we become a survivor, and as we rush to do a new job we get greeted by..

Someone we never seen before, someone so distinct! no one else looks like her. Yet the moment she speaks and expresses her worry over you, we instantly understand that they are a friend of ours. Not just anyone, but a close friend with how worried she is; she seems so desperate to search for the PC even searching around the dangerous streets of Hollywood for us. How long has she been looking? how long will she 'keep' looking?

it's just a sombering encounter, and a real test of how the player treats their connection to their former life. Personally for my Ventrue, he erased the encounter from her mind. He could never hurt her, he would hope that she stops looking. But then again, a selfish part of him is happy they care so much.

[samijey]

I really love how you can see how rattled Roman gets upon realizing he's bleeding (aka showing vulnerability) in front of not just his enemies and the man threatening to challenge his authority, but the entire WrestleMania crowd

[damiansgoodgirll]

OK I found it! (No rush what’s so ever BUT!)

(During Roman’s tribal chief era.)

!Female Reader always had a crush on Roman, but was always too scared to ask him out.

One night during a match Kevin Owens costs her the match, (kinda like how Dom cost Raquel that one time) (you can pick between who ever is on the smackdown roster to have reader up against but it’s also not really required if you don’t want to.)

And basically the bloodline, mainly Roman goes to readers rescue, cause beef with Kevin.

(I know it’s not really…LIKE Roman to do something like that because he’s the tribal chief, but I feel like it would be a nice concept idea.)

Idk just fluff and adorable and what ever cause Roman… LMAO.

sorry it took me so long writing this but i’ve never written for roman and i had no idea on how to start 😭 i hope you like it + the timeline doesn’t really exist here lol

roman reigns x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated

‼️nothing major, hurt/comfort, angry roman, some fluff too, kevin owens is mean here sorry

my weakness

everyone loved roman. yes, he played the big mean guy part and he was definitely good at it but deep down you knew that he cared. he cared for his family, his cousins, the fans, he even cared about his opponents while in the ring. deep down you knew he had a big heart and he was a kind person who pretended to be the bad one.

and maybe it was because of his big mean yet kind personality you caught feelings for him.

it’s not that you were big friends - you had a closer relationship with the usos and your shy personality made it harder for you to get to know him better.

but there were times when you and roman spent some time alone. at the gym, training before a big match or backstage, his presence was nice and even if you didn’t speak much, you enjoyed being around him even if the only present sound was the silence.

unbeknownst to you, roman always admired you. he adored your quite presence. when everyone was noisy around him, he found comfort in your silence. your presence was enough for him.

and his admiration for you didn’t go unnoticed backstage but everyone kept quiet, too scared the tribal chief would get mad if someone said something and they know better to not upset him.

all the locker room knew about that. the saw how roman was nice in your presence but mean with everyone else and even if it made you laugh, you never thought more about that.

even if you had no real beef with anymore backstage, somehow kevin picked you as a main target just to made roman even angrier.

it was going all good on friday night smackdown and you had a match against tiffany - if you won over her, you would get a title shot against nia and after being in the industry for over five years with little to no titles opportunities, you were ready to take it all.

it was your moment to shine, to prove everyone that you deserved to be the women’s champion.

what you didn’t see coming was kevin owen running towards the ring the moment you almost pinned tiffany. you almost had it. but you got distracted by him running and tiffany saw that as an opportunity to stand up and hit you in the back.

you were kinda surprised to see kevin there, why was he even there? he barely talked with you backstage and you pretty sure he wasn’t there to help tiffany as he had no business with her either.

feeling pain in your back, you tried to take back control inside the ring but when kevin got closer to the metal stairs, you and the blonde woman both turned your head towards him.

“what are you doing?” you almost screamed, definitely irritated that he was there to ruin your moment “get down kevin…”

but he stood there, watching the way you and tiffany kept fighting. for the second time that night you had the chance to pin tiffy down but you were too close to the cords and nonchalantly kevin put tiffany’s leg over them.

“what the heck! kevin!” you screamed, even angrier now. you were pretty sure you did him no harm so why was he ruining your moment like that?

at this point you were tired and in pain. kevin was trying to sabotage you and you didn’t know if you had the strength to pin tiffany down for a third time.

meanwhile backstage roman was getting ready for his interview later that night and he had no idea what was happening in the ring. he knew you had a match and he was dying to see it but jimmy forced him to repeat his lines for the interview and he was missing all of your match, until jey came to the tribal chief private locker room and asked him if he knew why was kevin ruining your moment.

roman scrunched his nose, trying to elaborate what his cousin just told him “what did you say?” his tone hard.

“kevin is costing y/n’s title opportunity man, i didn’t even know those two had beef” jey uso repeated.

his words making roman’s blood boil “they don’t” he simply said before he left his changing room.

you fought with every single bone in your body. your head was spinning, your back was killing you and you were tired but you wanted that title opportunity so you kept fighting and for the third time that night you had the chance to pin tiffany down, only for kevin to grab you by the leg and drag your body away from the blonde one.

you couldn’t understand. you really couldn’t.

was it in the script and no one told you?

was your career so pathetic that superiors wanted you out of any title opportunity and instead of telling you, they sent kevin?

your mind was spinning so fast and even faster when your teary eyes met kevin’s eyes. somehow you knew he felt guilty about what he was doing to you and yet he kept going on, dragging your body out of the ring.

you had no strength left so you laid there, hearing the bell ringing, letting tiffany win, and you lose, again.

the crowd erupted in boos, especially since everyone was waiting for your match and cheering for you.

you still laid there, trying to catch your breath again when you suddenly heard the crowd going apeshit.

a very mad roman reigns was running towards kevin owens and punched him right in the face. you quickly stood up, surprised he was even there.

you stood by the ring, a hand behind your back as you tried to catch your breath once again. jimmy and jey coming to your rescue as you all watched roman dragging kevin inside the ring “your beef is with me, now with her…you’re gonna pay for this” he whispered, almost as a promise before leaving the ring.

the crowd was cheering, thinking that it was all part of a script and some even thought that you were going to join the bloodline but you honestly had no idea what was happening.

you saw roman waking towards you, his eves never leaving your body “you okay?” he asked but you were too confused that didn’t even answer “let’s get you backstage…” and for the first time you saw the twins walking in front of him as. roman’s hand gently moved to your back as he helped you walking away from the scene.

medical staff checked you out and luckily you had nothing broken. you were just in a big uncomfortable pain.

roman brought you to his changing room, telling jey and jimmy to go somewhere else as he wanted to speak with you - alone.

“are you okay y/n?” he asked once you sat down on his couch.

“yeah, i think so…” your voice trembled. you definitely weren’t okay. you didn’t even know what happened in the last thirty minutes. your brain couldn’t comprehend it.

“you’re not okay…come here” he gently sat next to you and engulfed you in his big arms. you didn’t even realise you started crying. soft whimpers left your body as roman stroked his hand over your back “kevin is gonna pay for what he did” he said with stern voice.

you looked up at him, quickly wiping your tears away “i don’t think i’ve ever been mean or rude to him, why would he cost me the only title opportunity i’ve been given in five years?” you said mostly to yourself.

“because of me…” roman didn’t want to confess. he didn’t want to ruin the little friendship you two had.

your look quite confused “you?”

“yeah me…” he took a deep breath “because the men in the locker room know…”

“they know what?” you couldn’t understand what he was trying to say.

“that you’re my weakness…” he tried to avoid your look as you watched him with big eyes “you’re my weakness, i never felt like this and they know it…they know i have feelings for you but no one ever said anything…except for kevin, who thought that ruining your moment was okay…he did it because of me, he probably feels like shit knowing that he fucked you up but he got my reaction, he pissed me off and that was his goal” he exhaled once he was finished.

you stayed there, trying to assemble what roman just told you. he liked you, kevin used you to piss roman off and roman defended you, because, again, he had feelings for you.

“you have feelings for me?” you whispered, fearing that if you said it out loud it would have been fake.

“yes…”

“you, the roman reigns, the tribal chief, you have feelings for me?” you whispered again, making roman chuckle this time “am i dreaming? that’s the only possible explanation, i am dreaming…”

his strong voice chuckled again “i promise you that you’re more than awake…”

“why didn’t you say anything about it? we could have avoided a lot of silence conversations…” you asked.

“because i didn’t know, i still don’t know what the outcome of my confession is…i didn’t want to lose you and in all honesty i loved being in your silent comforting presence” he smiled, making you smile back.

you looked at him, trying to find any sign that he was lying but when you find none, you moved closer to rest your lips upon his bigger ones. it was a soft kiss, the both of you testing the waters.

���this would have been the outcome if you told me earlier…” you whispered against his lips, making him laugh.

the title opportunity long forgotten when roman gently moved you over his lap and deepened the kiss.

“i can’t believe you like me…” you whispered, too stunned to believe what just happened.

“i’ve been liking you since you joined the roster…i should have said something earlier…” he said softly while his hand softly stroked your cheek “but i’m glad i did it now…” he kissed you back feeling you smile against his lips.

after a couple of minutes of softly making out, you both got distracted by the twins knocking on roman’s door.

“not now” he said, a stern voice while you tried not to laugh.

“we just wanted to remind you of the interview…” jimmy voice said and you felt romantic scoffing, clearly annoyed to be doing that interview.

“i’ll be out in five” he screamed back and began to kiss you again when he felt the twins walking away from his locker room.

“as much as i love this, you have work to do…” you reminded him, getting an annoyed look by him.

moving back to sitting on the couch, you let roman getting ready as you admired him. he smirked feeling your look on him, especially when you tried to look away.

“i promise you, you’ll get your title opportunity back and no one will interfere this time, you have the bloodline protection, that’s a promise” he said, promising you.

of course you believed him - you knew how important he was in the game and he knew that if he asked hunter for a little favour, he wouldn’t say no.

“once i’m done with my interview, i’ll come back here and then we’ll finish what we started, back at my hotel” he smirked again before leaving the room.

you watched him leave, not being able to answer back. your mouth agape at the idea of spending even more time with roman - maybe, after all, it wasn’t a bad night.

[starlightsreigns]

pray you catch me | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie feels crazy. he’s not cheating on her, right? but a woman’s intuition is the most honest thing in the world, and she needs to start accepting his secrets. word count ⇢ 0.9k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact, implied cheating | one ; intuition "im praying to catch you whispering"

What are you doing, my love?

There was a vacancy in his eyes nowadays. Even now, as he pounded into me, his eyes were far away. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling those familiar knots forming in my stomach, ready for release. I gripped the sheets tightly as he continued the assault in me until the ecstasy became too much. 

Silence followed us for a while. He didn’t even join me in the shower afterward. Roman stayed in the bedroom, stuck to his phone, like he had for the past couple of months. Something was off and it’s starting to concern me.

From the bathroom, as I lotioned my body, Roman’s faint voice seeped through the bottom of the door. He was whispering on the phone and my curiosity got the best of me, making me press my head against the door. Is this what it’s gotten to? I can’t ask him who he’s talking to, so I’m stooping down to the level of an insecure woman. 

“Nah, I can’t tonight, I’m… busy.” 

He gets the same call every Tuesday night. Before I can look at his phone when he’s asleep, it’s deleted from the call log, but I know what I'm feeling in my gut. He’s more secretive now and I’m not the girl who follows her man in disguises, so I have to find the trust in him. 

“Ro, you want a later dinner?” I clear my throat, entering the room again. “I can make us something.” 

Roman’s putting his clothes on when he turns to look at me, “I might go pick us somethin’ up.” 

My stomach turns. We’re not takeout people. Our diets matter too much to eat out, and he’s rarely the one to offer it. I clear my throat while tying my robe tightly. How do I question him when he’s standing right in front of me, eyes sparkling, and his beautiful smile on display?

“It’s two am, Ro, are you sure?” My question is more of a plea for him to stay. “You know I can make anything.” 

He kisses my forehead lightly, “It’s okay, Mel, I’ll be back.”   

My lonely ear pressed against the walls of your world

How is this the life I’m living now? worried that the man who I call my husband is cheating on me when we’re only two years into marriage. Roman’s different — he’s distant, quieter, and away more. he’s always been on the road, it’s his job, but nowadays, it feels like I see him even less; if that’s even possible. 

Initially, his smiling face would be the first thing I saw when he walked through the door. He’d be on his hands and knees gushing about how much he’d miss me. We’d spend every waking moment together, sharing everything. There were dinner dates, day trips, vacations, deep conversations, and just us. 

Yet, now, he doesn’t even invite me on the road with him. Now, I’m stuck at home. I wonder, and it makes me sick to think, that he’s inviting her — whoever she is. our life together is just starting and I'm accusing him of an affair, but my heart knows I'm not going crazy. I can’t be. 

It took him an hour. The food cartons sit on the kitchen table, unopened, eating is the last thing on my mind. I’m on the couch, frozen in my seat, trying to catch a single word he’s saying on the phone. He’s on the porch, telling me he had to speak to someone from work, but the conversation filled with laughs tells me otherwise. What could Paul say that makes him laugh like that? 

you can taste the dishonesty it’s all over your breath..

“Not ready for bed?” Roman asks. 

That’s the first thing he says to me after being on the phone for that long. He sits beside me on the couch and pulls me into his chest. This is the only thing I’ve wanted all day, to have him close to me and dispel any worries that I’ve had that maybe he’s cheating on me. Roman caresses my face, pressing a tender kiss on my lips, but there’s a taste on his lips that makes me draw back. 

“Did you eat… seafood tonight?” I question softly, running my finger over his lips. 

Roman chuckles, “No?” 

I nod slowly, leaning back against him. He’s telling the truth, right? 

Nothing else ever seems to hurt like the smile on your face When it's only in my memory, it don't hit me quite the same

His smile now isn’t like what it used to be. Something is missing in the way he talks to me or the way he looks at me. It’s like we’re back in the beginning but with less love. The questioning of if he really likes me, I wonder if he’ll call today or … just everything that was exciting. 

The day he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him, he made a promise that we’d always have each other, that our love would take us everywhere, and that nothing could separate us. Yet, there’s a wall that sits between us. 

She sits between us. And as easy as it is to blame whoever she is, the person destroying me is the man sitting beside me on his phone with the brightness turned down. 

Where do we go from here?

“In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse.”

not sure if i like this idea, but I'm here. what's everyone's thoughts? x

[ghoulgeists]

new tortured soul dropped

[michellemouse]

Blitz jumpscare!

Oc by= @lune-redd

I love this character very much, and more cuz of the ideas that ur friend suggests. However, what I didn't like about the character was that she was saturated with a single color (which would be red)

I can understand that when selecting colors based solely on a specific character (Beam) it can be complicated <-I had a similar problem when I created Bolt and believe me it didn't even turn out well (opinion)

[ritelli-main]

Evil blorbo age up meme

(from left to right: Sima as a student at Sorcere, Sima at Arach-Tinilith, and Sima as a graduate student)

[wheretheresawyll]

still boggles my mind that in the year 2024 most players still ignore anora's character just to reduce her to a lying backstabber, when she only goes against you if:

you reveal her identity to ser cautherine and howe's soldiers, defeating the entire purpose of her disguise and also ignoring what she told you literally one minute before about how they can't know she's escaping with you - thereby betraying her first

you ignore her completely in denerim after she asks you to come talk to her, and only show up to the landsmeet

you bring up loghain's fate, and when she tells you that she would rather him be spared if possible, you tell her to her face that her father has to die

[yogoblog]

my piece for @bloodlineszine: serket edition! sometimes when you do a whoopsie, what can you do but say... my 8ad?? and also perhaps peruse the full zine, as penance? 🕷️😅

[arc-tu-rus]

Like that play in a Series of Unfortunate Events, Zombies in the Snow, but with vampires-

Had this headcanon that a telltale sign of frenzy would be Collector-like eyes and just had to doodle it >:)

[minteagalaxea]

steep (xxviii reasons) | r.r

roman and quynh . formerly john and quynh

genre: angst . smut (minors do not interact) content warnings: face-sitting . praise kink . (mild) sir kink . nb character (afab) . multiple orgasms . mentions of belly bulge . overstimulation . voyeurism . semi-public sex . (unintentional) exhibitionism . implied age gap (quynh is in their late twenties) word count: 3.4k inspiration: roman reigns' several barbs at john cena in his promos, and comparing him to "missionary position every single night" . my obsession with boba tea songs: 28 reasons by seulgi (slowed and reverb) (x) . woo by rihanna (slowed and reverb) (x) note: thank you so much to @lov3rla03 for encouraging and motivating me to write this one! it's something new to try and write for me, so i hope y'all like it!

when people asked john how he was able to remain civil with quynh after the dissolution of their relationship, he said that it was due to distance. an answer so asinine in its banality, even if it was the truth.

he traveled more, despite both of them working in the same company. long distance was fine initially, yet he could sense their unease as the tides shifted for them both. hollywood was bright in its own way, and he enjoyed the security of stability, and it meant having a cleaner style. he knew they weren’t the largest fan of it, yet quynh supported it until they couldn’t, much like the brunt of their relationship. he understood, and he let them go.

it wasn’t inherently awkward working with them now, though. if anything, john enjoyed their unnerving interview questions and unorthodox fashion when he saw them walk around backstage, and the way their makeup glowed against their complexion underneath the stadium lights on the nights they did commentary, their banter effortless riffing against corey and wade. he was content that they were blossoming, but that sweetness grew bitter at the recognition that they had to separate for quynh to grow into themselves. that bitterness only strengthened at the recognition that quynh’s metamorphosis garnered attention from others on the roster, much like a tea steeped for too long.

and, much like an oversteeped tea, with its tannins contributing to sucking the moisture out of the mouth, john resented the way those men on the roster gawked too long at them. really, john disliked the attention quynh received from one man in particular.

john had known from the start that quynh had no tolerance for mediocrity—not from others, and certainly not from themselves. they always had a thing for people with ambition, and the reality was, the most ambitious man in the company now wasn’t him—it was roman reigns. specifically, roman reigns now that he was the tribal chief.

and quynh was considerably more interested in roman in ways that they never were with john.

to be fair, john wasn’t entirely blind. it was relatively well-known that quynh had a unique ability to somehow get roman over, all attributed to the sheer amount of chemistry they shared, even if neither of them acted on anything given quynh was still with john nominally. roman’s heel-turn only seemed to amplify that preexisting dynamic, and while john admired the ruthlessness in the man now, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the new mutation of quynh and roman’s relationship, especially as it began to translate into their dynamic outside of the ring.

maybe that was the downside of having a relationship that ended as cordially as it began, john considered. with the fissures in their relationship a factor of distance more than genuine disdain or an affair. quynh never blocked him on social media, so he saw the little bits of their life they had built—tattoo appointments with roman there to hold their hand (even if they never needed it with their pain tolerance being the way it was), trips to cafés or boba shops, adventures at the beach. it was a youthful, vivacious life, one reflective of their age and the luxuries of traveling with a superstar. quynh smiled brighter in a way that they didn’t, because roman could be a dick on the best of days, and an absolute monster on the worst, but he was present.

it was a life they already built when he was away, when they were still together. the life he couldn’t fit back into after distance shaped them both.

and roman knew exactly how to push john’s buttons later on. summerslam was right around the corner, and he thought he was over it. over quynh, in a lot of ways that had him returning to that accursed tea metaphor, all because quynh loved their tea.

“twenty-plus years of missionary might have been good enough for you…but it wasn’t good enough for quynh.”

john loathed how those words lingered in his brain long after their war of words. and he despised how he couldn’t help but look at them after roman said that, surprised at the audacity for bringing up his previous relationship. and quynh merely raised an eyebrow as they sipped their tea, their wide eyes amused with their sage color contact lenses. quynh never had to say a word to throw anyone off their axis, and that artificial eye color only accentuated that skill. he wasn’t sure how they didn’t mind their relationship being exposed to the world, given their fair gap in age. not that it mattered now that they were in a relationship with a man slightly closer to their age, even if they never decided to publicize it. john thought anyone with two functioning eyes could see it, but he was probably too close to the situation.

yet, that was the thing, wasn’t it? john was too close to it. the nebulous nature of roman and quynh’s relationship allowed them to twist the wwe universe to their benefit. and it was an amazing way to generate investment. it didn’t matter what they were outside of this. everyone wanted to know what they were, and it was the greatest tease in the world.

and only one of the two of them had to take their clothes off to prove that point.

the worst thing about that barb was that john kept thinking about it throughout summerslam, and it didn’t help that any time he turned over, he saw quynh twirling their pen with their almond-shaped nails with a casual smirk as they commentated, blisteringly neutral about both men. and while that kept placing dents in john’s ego, it only seemed to make roman work harder. as if he was doing every single thing humanly possible to get quynh’s praise—praise that was damn-near impossible to receive from them.

roman earned it when he won, where quynh said that he did what he had to to beat john, and the man with the biggest ego in the wwe had the audacity to appear flustered, his eyes smoldering on theirs as they glanced at him with their body turned to their commentator team, corey and wade obviously making them laugh. john wondered why he couldn’t stop watching them.

and then he ran into them in roman’s locker room.

if there was one thing he remembered about quynh, it was that they were quiet in all aspects of their life, but especially in bed. roman, however, was pulling sounds out of them that john didn’t think was possible. soft mewls and cries tumbled past their lips as he had them on his face.

“ro, please,” they begged, voice mellifluous and luring both men in as if they were a siren, sounding sweeter than their boba teas. john could see the intricate marks of their tattoos along their skin as roman’s hands gripped their ass, moving them along as he devoured them with purpose. quynh’s body trembled, sinewy and serpentine as their tattoos, inked masterpieces of flowers, moved against their curvature like it was wearing them, rather than the inverse.

“fuck, baby, you taste sweet,” the other man growled, and john hated it. he hated how roman managed to make them crack so easily, and yet, he couldn’t look away. he should have given them their privacy from the moment he heard their sounds, but he didn’t. he resented himself for steeping in the tea quynh had made.

when they came, it wasn’t like what john was used to from them—heavy breathing and a mewl of roman’s name so lilting that roman virtually growled beneath them. small whimpers of “ro” fell past their matte blood red lips as the tribal chief took what he felt was his, tongue digging into their overworked clit and making their noises more pronounced. the tattooed man steeped his tongue into their nectar like he was trying to submerge himself into them.

john could relate, even if not in the same capacity. quynh had always wanted to do slightly more adventurous things, though they never pressed him on it due to his exhaustion whenever they were together. he could barely recall any instance where they did anything over the phone during that gap of space. perhaps it was obvious to a man as observant as roman, even if they took reticence at badmouthing him.

when roman tugged them off his face, the man transitioned them into a searing kiss. “your back piece is gonna look so beautiful,” he whispered, a note john barely heard despite not being meant to hear it. the more riveting focus was how his artwork blended seamlessly against quynh’s as his right arm wrapped around their waist. their arms wound around his neck, body arching into him as his hand traced their tattooed thighs with a reverence that bordered near obsession.

the first tattoo quynh ever got, john never showed up for, caught up in a filming shoot. they never outright said it, but he knew they were upset at him for it. the next one they got was long after their breakup, and roman was present for it. he almost wanted to think that quynh’s ink was perfectly crafted to contrast the tribal chief’s, with its dainty florals and minimalist spacing against his tightly inked polynesian patterns.

“that’s sweet of you, ro, but i want you to fuck me, please,” quynh murmured against his lips, snapping john out of his reverie as he watched roman twist their lithe frame beneath him, body prostrating and revealing the flowers on the underside of their chest, their ass pressed up against roman as he slipped his cock into their depths. john hated how hard he got at the sight of their back arching perfectly into roman’s hands as he eased himself in, bathing himself in quynh’s warmth; he abhorred reminiscing on his lifetime with them, but this wasn’t the same person.

that person died a lifetime ago, like their floral oolong did when it sat too long steeping—too long waiting for him.

john was never good at handling delicate teas in the first place. he was more of a robust type of man with his love for earl grey. quynh disliked it, its bergamot overpowering their senses. john considered that a sign in hindsight, with how they felt about his pristine image.

“gonna acknowledge me yet, baby?” roman asked once he bottomed out, hands ironically tender as he brushed their hair away from their face, almost assuring them in their worry about his exhaustion as he kissed their cheeks.

“you earned a compliment from me earlier, that’s enough acknowledgement,” quynh sniped, though their barb melted into a dulcet croon of roman’s name as he started to thrust into them languidly.

“feel good, baby?” roman rasped, hands rubbing into their hips as they whimpered their assent.

quynh replied in soft puffs, “yeah, ro. more, please, please, please.” john blinked in rapt fascination in how their body arched, and how their tattoos moved as they did; his hand wandered down to palm his own cock, visualizing quynh’s inked physique with the new piece on their back and how it would bend and maneuver along the curvature as they maintained their pose. a sight it would be.

a chuckle interrupted his actions, and john’s eyes widened as he met roman’s bemused gaze through the open door crevice. john’s eyes narrowed at him, even if he knew realistically this was his doing because he couldn’t stop watching this unintentional show. roman’s tattooed arm held quynh close as his thrusts increased in pace, his voice just for them as their mewls escalated in frequency. while their eyes fluttered shut at a particularly nice stroke, their cheek nuzzled into roman’s hand when he cupped their face as quynh’s body convulsed in that alluring way that had both men understanding that they reached another peak. roman’s entire hand would have covered their mound if his cock wasn’t in them, but he settled with rubbing their neglected, sensitive pearl to carry them over the tide.

in the after, roman smoothed their hair, pressing delicate kisses to their neck as they tried to turn and face him, a breathless smile on their face. when their eyes blinked open, john could only stare at the beautiful wideness of their brown, dilated irises. yet, quynh shied away from him, averting their gaze away from him.

“ro, wanna see you,” they lilted, voice airy and soft as they craned their face to hide into roman’s neck. john found that roman didn’t refuse them, partially because he wasn’t able to. pulling out, he moved them to place them in his lap. john could make out the two satisfied groans as quynh shifted their hips as they tugged roman into a chain of tender, reverent kisses, almond-shaped nails raking through his hair. john saw how the new position kept quynh’s artwork concealed from his eyes as much as possible in this intimate space.

only one man would ever know the intricacies and stories behind their pieces framing their body like armor. john sneered to himself that of course, roman fucking reigns would get the privilege of that knowledge as quynh pressed their lips to the man’s neck.

“are you tired?”

the question slammed into john like a bag of bricks, like the awareness that his tea was starting to become too astringent. it was a question quynh frequently asked after a match with john, as his hands ran down their waist. every time, he was—it was the only time he ever refused them. after several times, they stopped bothering to ask at all. john didn’t know a greater envy than their silicon toy, because he was too tired to take care of their needs.

roman’s response haunted him as the other man caressed their cheek, murmuring, “not for you, baby. always love making you feel good.”

“what about you, ro?” quynh returned, lining themselves up against his length and slipping down, hips thumping as his hand slipped down to their nub again, “you took some nasty bumps earlier.”

“nothing’s more important than you,” he asserted, letting them move as they pleased. john fixated on the tribal chief’s grip on quynh—firm, certainly, but never bruising. john was apprehensive and angered that roman reigns knew exactly how to handle delicate, floral teas. rarities in their world. he couldn’t hear the words that passed between the two, but his hand stroked himself, following the cadence of quynh’s serpentine shape. roman met them halfway, never fully letting them do all the work. if anything, john considered, roman remained adamant on doing the majority of the work, no matter how they ended up. gentle and the tribal chief weren’t sentiments normally paired, yet in this instance, it was.

“fuck, ro, you feel so good,” quynh whispered in between fevered kisses, their skin flushed from exertion as they rode him, their body melting into his. john silently groaned at the sight: how they threw their head back in euphoria as roman’s lips and beard brushed their throat and chest and his fingers traced their statuesque legs. “deeper,” they begged, adjusting the angle of their hips just right; roman’s hand traversed their leg and up their thigh before finally landing on their abdomen. john didn’t have to guess to decipher what it was roman was rubbing, his own hand stroking his hardness more fervently.

“like feeling me this deep in you, baby?”

“y’know i do, ro,” they whispered in between the sensual sounds of their sighs and roman’s groans, a harmony hypnotic and haunting all at once to john as he tried to silence his sounds, hellbent on capturing quynh’s dulcet moans as they begged for more.

“i’ll give it to you, baby, you know that, don’t you?” roman grunted as he sped up his upward motions, one hand splayed on their abdomen, the other on the nape of their neck to keep their curvature exposed. john imagined if they wanted to open their eyes, they would see him; however, their eyes remain miraculously shut. he’s not sure if he could handle what would happen otherwise.

upon their (at least) third climax of the night, quynh made a slightly more audible cry of roman’s name, body trembling in his secure embrace as he maintained his relentless rhythm. “ro, please,” they whined, though their words, as they always did, carried a challenge, “fill me up like you fucking mean it.”

“gotta use that one word, baby,” he challenged back, and the hair on john’s nape raised as he awaited what quynh would say, given that “please” wasn’t it.

their voice came out in a breathless mewl, body trembling above roman as they cried, “please, sir? won’t you cum inside me?”

and that fucking did it for not just roman, but john, too, sucking the moisture out of his mouth how his overly brewed earl grey tea tended to be.

while john came in unrelenting, unceremonious spurts into his jeans, roman filled quynh in a more controlled manner. roman even growled, pulling them into a heady kiss with tongue and teeth as they ground their hips against his slowly, savoring the feeling of roman inside for a moment longer. “i love you, ro,” they said sweetly in between kisses as roman moved to pull out of them. roman returned the sentiment with ease, and he hated how the two seemed to fit so seamlessly with one another, with their tattoos being the most visual demonstration of that.

john could only stare in disbelief as he took to cleaning them up, how quynh blossomed under the other man’s care as he wiped them down in between light kisses. “better than missionary, baby?” roman teased as he helped them slide their bodysuit back on, though their slacks were nowhere to be found. he wondered if roman took it as some sort of prize, but then it hit him; quynh generally disliked the sensation of it on their favorite slacks, especially given that they were made of silk.

he balked when he registered the barb as roman smirked through the opening right directly at him. quynh fixed their heels on and bundled their hair into an effortlessly messy bun, barely entertaining a glance at john before their arms folded around themselves. it stung john more than it should have, realizing that quynh in all of their understated assertion for the camera and just earlier with roman wanted to shield themselves from him. his eyes roamed down to the inkwork on their body, their floral and celestial armor serving its intended purpose as it created the impression of a serpent poised to strike at him. john pondered if this was his punishment for being a voyeur for someone he knew didn’t like having their intimate, private moments out on display.

if roman noticed the result of their hiding, he made no point to acknowledge it, merely placing a hoodie over their more slender frame. the pair shared a kiss, something gentler, but no less intense as they quietly started to discuss dinner plans. john tried to escape, to try and make himself appear as if he hadn’t just watch the two of fuck. yet, the damage was already done, as he wasn’t able to escape in time by the time both of them opened the door fully to see him. and the look on their faces was enough for john to realize that the bitterness in their tea was imminent.

quynh blinked at him slowly, and he stared back, the words dried in his throat like how he liked his tea. roman, with a starkly gentle demeanor, attempted to extricate them, akin to fishing out a tea bag that had been steeped long enough. not that quynh liked their tea that way—they always preferred loose-leaf, appreciating the delicate and patient hand required compared to john’s preference for convenience and speed. apparently, roman shared their sentiments.

as the two walked away back to the tour bus, quynh spared john one final glance before they mused, “better.”

none of them needed to know what the question was as the other couple departed with linked hands and bags on their arms. it left john to steep and brew in his own thoughts, roman’s several insults about john and missionary position and quynh’s responses to them ringing like an annoying gong. he sighed heavily once the two figures were out of his line of vision

the price of leaving a rare, precarious tea to brew too long was steep.

[ineed-to-sleep]

What if we fell in love and you died LMAOOO what then

[vanityangel]

The Tribal Chief raising his voice at Roman Reigns