#solo from roman

[withbeasts]

a kiss on the top of the head.

spots to kiss.

when heugh brings out the beer, his shoulders are still pulled back, spine straight, posture poised as ever for the imminence of threat. it takes going through the second before they begin to fall into something lazy, cheeks warm, forgetting that he has to strain his ears to be on the ready for the just in case. guard down, walls down, he smiles a little easier when heugh laughs. the dry sense of humor that he can understand.

they always trail around work like a bad taste in the mouth; sour, unwilling to travel down that road and the things they both knew to have done and will do, a understanding of lines that couldn't be crossed. they talk of his children, sleeping peacefully. of his projects and of what they were currently doing in school. they talk of josephine, who lights roman up like nothing else can, who heugh says as much.

he is on his fourth drink now, a little embarrassed, but not shamed enough. he had been a severe teenager; he had grown into a severe man. as hard as these emotions were to articulate and to show, he did not want to continue to swallow them down.

" you should find someone that makes you happy like that. i hope -- i hope you do. really. "

he avoids heugh's gaze. takes a sip of his drink, looks at his phone. wonders if he should have said nothing in the silence that follows in the other man's footsteps around the table, the other beer can popping open, the chair moving beside him.

but his hair is tousled, and heugh gives him a kiss there, an affectionate gesture roman is not expecting. and when they continue onto another subject, he doesn't say anything else about it.

[dynamitekansai]

WWERomanReigns: Wherever I go, I will make sure my Bloodline is with me.

[joannasteez]

shameful

pairing: roman reigns x reader warning: explicit content. minors pls dni. not degradation or praise, but a secret third thing i have yet to figure out. infidelity! post summerslam return! authors note: i don't know what this is and i wrote it.. so yeah. enjoy?! let me know what you think. love to hear thoughts/opinions etc word count: 1100 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @kill-the-artiste @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @empressdede @southerngirl41 @sortudademais @2-muchsauce

that 'not enough" feeling. a fullness not quite reached. forever on the edge. the heat over his skin, vicious and damp as it breaks. rough grunts and the sure stroke of his hips. like torture resting in his belly. twisted and holding. waiting to burst, to release. almost. palpable enough to taste. throbbing down his spine. needy little moans breathing against his tongue and the delicious pull of your pussy. an encore. from cheery, fevered cries to the play of these little delicate ones, sweetening his ears, his blood. almost. belly tight. burning. fingers curling the sheets. digging. groaning. 

a hot, terrible breath bursts into your neck. frustration unruly. 

you thumb away those loose hairs sticking to him. dizzy, pretty eyes pulling away from their pleasure for a moment to take him in. your lips hot against him. kiss swollen and dangerous. "whats wrong?" sweeping over his cheek. 

his tongue feels dirty. folds over as he speaks with a griminess not yet recognized. "none of this bother's you, does it?" words trying against the air. 

you laugh. head tipping against the sheets. devious and full. moaning into that richness of amusement. kissing his lips and curling your hips into him. a shift that pulls him in deeper. urges him to nestle and groan. almost. rattled enough with pleasure but never enough for that faithful breaking. "m'being serious", he roughs. feeding in gently, a tender little go that steeps him in and keeps him clutched tightly. your body trembling and receiving. always so easy to receive him.

you smile. mouth faint over his skin. over his beard and the apple of his cheek. along his neck, skimming and breathy. fingers in his hair and a whimper delighting just where his pulse living. your tongue warm, peaking to lick and curl. playful. taunting. "would you fuck me harder if i gave you a little resistance?" your palms smooth, at his nape, over his back. slipping against damp, hot skin. smiling into his neck. "i play up the guilt, cry about how we shouldn't do this and how awful i feel, leaving my man all alone to lick his little wounds while you fuck me. that'll make you give me more huh?" an urge to shift his hips, rutting short and sloppy. cock stirring up at your words. 

his thumb hooks under the bend in your leg. settling his knees to nail into the bed a little better, taut and strong and holding you hostage under him. open and easy. neck craning to chase your lips. to cease that awful flow of truth better felt when it goes unsaid. because he did love it. that damning streak of possession that comes with a chase. a cat and his deceptive little mouse. your tone disgustingly sweet, lips wet, charming. "you want it a little more wrong baby?" you purr. rolling your hips to grind at his dick. "it's only a win if you're the only one smiling right? nobody gets their fun but you..." 

roman's fingers fill with fire. an ache he can't stand that blooms fierce. uneven breaths and that almost ready to burst coil in his belly. your neck warm as he squeezes. a tremble rippling thereafter. like your body was made to follow him. 

"...thats how it works huh?, that's why you got your hotel room so close to his..."

"...you love the idea of this shit..."

tighter. thumb pressing in to restrict your throat. a sloppy dazed go of wet strokes. the messy noise of it burning his ears red. a bright heat that flushes his face. 

"...love the idea of him hearing me, finding me..."

"...that shit makes you feel so good..."

a moan with the strike of words. talking yourself to the brink of that beautiful great bursting. whimpers clear and pitchy. that sticky slick of arousal easing him in, easing him to bury deep. a tingle in the heels of his toes, rushing to the crown of his head. 

you smile. eyes dim and dazed still. fingers quick to rub your swollen clit. the lewd song of it good to him. his eyes casting against it. to watch you flutter and perform desperate for release. 

"you want me to pretend for you?" 

"fuck", roman cuts. setting his hips to give a delicious little grind against your walls. the thick tip of him nudging, filling you to the hilt. deep enough that your body attempts to curl. attempts to close in from too much pleasure. a drawl of trembly little moan leaving him. stuttered and overworked. cock stiff and throbbing and digging for something beyond that almost feeling. 

"does that make my pussy feel better? if i feel a little more shameful, a little less eager?" 

he lowers. laps his tongue against yours. slips into a kiss. lips meshing to pull apart slow. 

"you puttin words in my mouth", he rumbles. 

"...but its what you want. punishment. you want him broken..."

a flare in his chest. eagerness. blinding and resolute. his pace focusing. deft and steady. a method found after the burning pour out of a truth left unsaid. because it felt better to claim you like this. to war and win against the convictions of a sobered morality. drunk now off the pleasure seeping from your body. your legs spread and your pussy wet for him. split open to take him deep. his body thick and consuming. but he needed you to play the game. to give in slowly. be coy and pretty and delicate for him. because the challenge, the chase of it made that burn, that release, a delight better than anything ever felt. better than the beautiful onslaught of a cheering crowd, or the feel of the belt about his waist. 

"call him".

his breath hitching. hips stuttering. surprise binding to his bones. 

"what?", his fair falling everywhere. sticking to the confusion along his face. 

"get my phone".

he shifts without notice. snatches your phone off the hotel night stand. your breaths heavy, fingers slipping with a shake against the screen. 

you set it down. a call to his cousin that twists his gut mean. a terrible excitement. the call clicking short, proving an answer on the other end.

you push. nudge his heavy body over till he's laying out along the sheets. his fingers gripping your skin to rough you along. stirring to throb again. slotting against the soft wet take of your body. skin damp and sticky and smacking lewd as he makes to shift your hips to fuck against him. his palm, a short whip through the air till it lays at your thigh. "roman...", you give. gasping and wispy and delicate. face done up with a horribly sweet show of guilt. lips bitten by your teeth and your eyes prickling wet. a performance that settles him into a renewed eagerness. pleasure rife and coursing about him well. moving fast away from that almost feeling...

"louder baby", he roughs. "let him hear you". 

[vanityangel]

McAfee: "Who does that sound like?"

[lyricailove]

Everybody saying Jimmy or Jey should have taken the pin. I gotta laugh. Jey lost his title and Jimmy took a pin his first match back. Roman can eat a pin. He'll be fine and it further breaks his mountain-sized ego. Also, Bloodline 2.0 needed this win more.

[rheasbrvtality]

ASSEMBLE

[violetmuses]

To Dwayne: 👀

Don't even THINK about flying to California on January 6! ✈️

If you cost Roman the Tribal Combat match... 😳💔

@adriennegabriella @episodes-ff @expert-texpert 🏷

[wwerasliin-sideblog]

Personally I'm choosing not to see Jey's IC Championship reign as a "hand off" ; or "transitional" ; or an obligatory "reward" —

He deserves better than his reign being "labeled".

This is all for the draw back into the Bloodline drama story. From the very beginning, this is what it was. But, also... It was to show that Jey IS capable. He showed he DOES deserve it. Showing he IS a Champion. Showing he CAN do it. He's proved he's got the fans with him. He's backed himself. He's established himself, and he's proven himself. He's always going to stick to and believe - "hard work will always pay off."

Of course Roman and Jimmy weren't going to interfere. Jey would've been absolutely livid if they did. He doesn't want them 'tainting' his reign. He wants it on his own merit. To earn it himself. Even if that means loosing. He sure as heck isn't going to go back to the old ways of the Bloodline retaining their championships; Roman's way of remaining Champ, and retaining.

This could possibly push him over the edge, making him desperate, scratchy, scrappy and scrambling even. He's now got *rage*; a bone to pick with the Bloodline 2.0. How's it going to tie in with the OG Bloodline? Even if they have the same goal now - taking down baby brother Solo? Is it going to be "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" type of situation? Or, like I mentioned in my previous post, "fix/heal what's between us" before we try and fix the outside — then we "fix" the outside together?

Having one over them, with the title was one of the things that gave Jey the confidence to say -Screw you. Right now, I am better than you, I've got the credibility- Now that he doesn't have that (not that he needs it) is he going to be a little more susceptible...

This IS the reaction they (wwe) wanted -

Outrage and desperation seeping into us. The fury, rage and disappointment so palpable. Our hearts beating with heated anger, inflamed with a certain kind of sadness. It has us aching for him, backing him more than ever before. He's made to suffer and all we want to do is pick him up and make sure he's okay, and he's given the best. Hold his hand and walk with him into a bright and better future filled with greater things.

All I can say is that he's got another level of support after this ridiculous travesty, the support has only grown; strengthen, heightened, deepened, intensified, and cemented to an even greater degree.

[alluramunroe]

the funniest thing about the bloodline 2.0 storyline the oringal bloodline is coming together preaching family and forgiveness all in an effort to beat their lil brother/cousin’s ass.

[dynamitekansai]

"I don't have anything to lose..."

[vanityangel]

"I have a feeling what Solo was trying to intimate to the Tribal Chief is that, 'without respect I don't follow you'."

[hannah-h-pleb]

This is a random way to make my return to Tumblr, but being that I’ve become deathly hyper fixated on WWE as of late, I need to get this off my chest and I hope this reaches other fans because…

SMACKDOWN TONIGHT WAS CRAZY

Solo Sikoa needs to be stopped

From adding random dudes into the Bloodline, to telling people to “acknowledge him”, to ASSAULTING PAUL HEYMAN…….

Roman is going to get the biggest pop when he comes back, I would hate to be in Solo’s shoes when he faces Roman

Think about it for a second. Roman’s Bloodline was ruthless yes but the vibe was more like, “We own y’all! Can’t nobody touch us!”. It was more about securing their places at the top of the ladder and crushing people who challenged them and the family

Solo’s Bloodline doesn’t have that same aura and I can’t describe it well but, it just FEELS different. All I know is Solo is completely unraveling everything Roman built and that…is going to enrage Roman, especially now that he’s attacked the wise man

But, Paul absolutely cooked with that, “I acknowledge…that you, are, NOT MY TRIBAL CHIEF!” Line…the way the crowd erupted at that moment made it even more intense. Pure cinema

Count your days Solo,

The REAL tribal chief is coming.

[damnicantcontroltheweather]

Thousand Year Old Vampire is so good so far. My character is a jewish woman from Rome who was expelled with her family during Claudius' reign.

She's so tragic already. Out here killing her husband and turning her father into a vampire after her evil eye necklace was broken (which is just so fjdfbfb I'm foaming at the mouth). Her father hates her now, so her and her daughter Sabbatia are living in the lower area of the Italian alps in a hut by themselves. She feasts off her daughters blood (Ohh Sabbatia, I'm sorry for giving you Mommy issues) because the deer aren't enough to satiate her hunger.

Anyway, she just got a mortal woman to clean her hut and cook for her daughter, so we'll see how that goes.

[dayone-ish]

I could handle the cody/ko breakup but the RANDY KO BREAKUP??!?!? girl BYE!

[mepple98]

Did we almost get a The Man From U.N.C.L.E. sequel?

It brokes my heart to say it, but we can't deny that the MASTERPIECE of a movie that is 2015 The Man From U.N.C.L.E. was a financial flop. On a budget of $75 million, it only managed to gross $110 million worldwide. It's clear a sequel was not on the cards...

And yet, with years the movie managed to find an audience. An audience that got progressively more vocal about wanting a sequel. But probably the loudest voice was the one of (2015) Illya Kuryakin himself: Armie Hammer.

He released multiple quotes about wanting to make a sequel and talking about it with Lionel Wigram (writer and producer of the movie). Obviously, though, nothing came out of it for years...

Until the 5th of May 2020.

Out of the blue, the twitter and instagram accounts for the movie came back to life with a post celebrating Henry Cavill's birthday.

Now, that's suspicious. That's odd.

Why bother since the account had been dead for 5 years? As you can see, before that, their last twitter post had been a retweet (about someone speaking the truth!) from 2015. What was this really about?

The instagram account then posted about Black Lives Matter on May 31.

The accounts went dormant again until August 28 of the same year. This time, with a post celebrating Armie Hammer's birthday.

On November 2020, Armie Hammer posted this to his instagram stories:

(credit to: @el3anorrigbyworld)

Sure, like I said before, Armie multiple times mentioned the fact that he and Wigram would talk about a sequel... But this direct call to action? Considering that the official accounts had started posting again, is it possible that something was finally happening behind the scenes?

Also, the scene from the movie The Gentlemen (2019) directed by Guy Ritchie (the man behind TMFU as well) where a character says that the movie he's working on "Needs a sequel" with a The Man From U.N.C.L.E. poster behind him, took a slightly different connotation after all this.

Maybe after 5 years, we were going to get something more than "It might happen one day!". Maybe there were some chances Warner Brothers wanted to bet on a sequel? Could it finally go into production?

Well, we didn't have to wait long to find out an answer to this because in January 2021 this happened:

(Note: as you can see this article is from March 2021. This image is just for context. The first allegations against him started to come out in January 2021)

If at the end of 2020, the chances of a sequel might have risen up to 5%, after this they precipitated back to 0% again. A sequel for this itineration or The Man From U.N.C.L.E. simply wasn't meant to be.

On May 5th 2021 the official accounts, shared another post to celebrate Henry's birthday. But since then, the accounts have gone radio silent again.

As I'm writing this (22/01/2025) the 10th anniversary of the movie (August 14, 2015) is approaching us. I'm left wondering, will the accounts come back for one last post? I highly doubt it. For one reason: Armie Hammer. He was once the movie's stronger supporter, but now, he has become the most toxic thing about it.

So, did we almost get a The Man From U.N.C.L.E. sequel?

Eh. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Even with these "receipts" I doubt it. However, I still find it curious that the official accounts started posting again so randomly. What was the point? We'll probably never find out... But I just can't stop thinking about it.

However, I'm sure that, eventually, we'll get something else TMFU-related. For best or for worst, Hollywood loves a good remake/reboot.

[milesworld96]

Tomorrow. I’m going to be a wanted man when Summerslam comes around.