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giggling and kicking my feet. also love the idea of this being silently and i guess a little subconsciously orchestrated on kia’s part. she knows the right buttons to press to get what she wants even if that something is roman being an absolute menace. BRAVAH as usual❤️

Acts of Service. | Pulse.

Title: Acts of Service. | Pulse.

Part: 3/4

Author: Ink. 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Characters: Roman Reigns, Kia Moore (OC)

Pairing: M/F, (Kia/Roman)

Synopsis: Kia pushes Roman too far. He has a unique way of expressing his displeasure.

Rating: 18+ E | Sex, Electrostimulation, Dark Humor, “Pleasure Torture,” Swearing, Humiliation kink, Established relationships, Brat Taming, Manipulation, Overstimulation, Consensual BDSM, Aftercare, Kia and Roman making a porno, basically

Note : This is a Kayfabe based story. Roman is The Tribal Chief, and it takes place during The Bloodline’s run as a stable. This fic, in particular, is set during Kia and Roman’s week long vaca in Pensacola. This is a work of Fiction. I do not own anyone or anything in the story that is not my OC, Kia. Please don’t copy or repost. Credit to whomever owns the gif.

Part 1

Part 2

Your (Roman) based Playlist:

“Wanted” - Scarlet House

“The Hills” - The Weeknd

“Crawl” - Kings Of Leon

“Romance” - Varials

“Penetrate” - Godhead

“What’s the matter Kia? is showin’ out for the camera not fun anymore? do you wish you would’ve stayed out doin’ reckless shit with your braindead lil’ homegirls?”

Too blissed out by the intense current that was tearing through her body to think, Kia lifts her head weakly.

A sweaty, wrecked and debauched version of herself stares back at her through the screen of Roman’s iPad.

She was on her hands and knees at the edge of Roman’s bed, with her chest pressed flush against the satin covered mattress. Her sheer, lavender panties were stuffed into her mouth. Bunches of his goose down comforter were twisted up in her fists and tears rolled down her cheeks, streaking through her makeup.

Her black flare mini skirt was pushed up around her waist haphazardly, and her TLC graphic crop tank was tugged up over her breasts. The insides of her shaky thighs were stained with her release.

Roman was behind her with one foot on the floor and a knee propped up on the bed. He was working a smooth, silver, electrostim vibrator into her pussy with a slow, steady hand. He’d lost his shirt at some point, and his basketball shorts were slung low on his hips.

He’d been wearing a mask of frigid indifference ever since she returned home. He hadn’t allowed her to kiss or touch him, and was damn near refusing to look her in the face.

There hadn’t been any hushed words of praise or sweet pet names.

No sweet nothings.

He’d pieced her apart systematically and slutted her the fuck out.

Just like she’d silently dared him to when she knowingly blew off their date.

Kia couldn’t help but smirk inwardly. She’d gotten everything she wanted and more.

Roman was real good for making that easy.

Snatching the garment out of her mouth, Roman grips Kia’s jaw firmly and tilts her head up towards him. “This doesn’t mean you can speak.” He drags the vibrator out of her slowly, then inches it back inside. “Open.” His thumb ghosts over her bottom lip, tapping it lightly.

Staring up at Roman absentmindedly as she parts her lips slowly, Kia clenches down around the toy and rocks her hips into his hand helplessly.

Sliding his hand down the length of her throat, Roman bends his head and spits into her mouth.“Spit.” He orders, gesturing to her chest.

Leaning forward as much as she could, Kia slowly dribbles their shared saliva onto her breasts.

Having felt Roman’s heated gaze burning into her, She made a real show of it too.

Just for him.

Roman’s fingers curl around her neck tightly. “…you make a real pretty mess, but it ain’t gonna save you this time,” He breathes, voice cracking. “cut the theatrics before I-”

“-M’just tryna be a good girl for you.” Kia croaks out.

Roman inhales sharply, head dipping. His eyes fall on her mouth and his jaw clenches.

Kia leans up, closing the small bit distance between them. “Ain’t I a good girl, Ro?” She presses, brushing her lips over his provocatively. “yours?” She goads, feeling pride surge in her when he flinches, snatches his hand away from her neck, and stills. “isn’t that what you want me to be-“

“-What’d I say about speakin’ to me?” Roman grabs the back of her neck, shoving her face back down into the mattress. “shut your mouth before I find sum’ else to put in it.” He gives one of her ass cheeks a sharp smack. “And get your ass back into the air where I had it. You got five seconds, so I suggest that you make that happen quickly. You wasted enough of my time last night.”

Trying desperately not to grin, Kia adjusts herself on her shaky knees and starts to push her backside further up.

“You ain’t movin’ fast enough.” Roman hisses through his teeth, pushing the whirring device back into her until it filled her to the hilt. Sliding his thumb over the controls, he taps another button and it beeps. “But it’s okay, right? I got all day and all night to wait ‘cause I’m on your time, ain’t I?”

Kia screams when another steady wave of teeth rattling energy pulses through her body.

“Everybody is. The whole fuckin’ world is on Kia Moore’s time and we all have nothin’ better to do but sit around, waiting for her.” Roman cracks his palm over the same ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. “It’s whenever you want,” He gives the abused flesh another stinging smack. “it’s whatever you say.” Smack. “It’s all.” Smack. “About.” Smack. “You.”

Left a sobbing, frustrated mess by Roman’s ministrations in mere seconds, Kia arches her hips away from him urgently.

“All you care about is you, Kia. The most important thing in this world to you, is you.” Grabbing a handful of Kia’s shirt to keep her from squirming away, Roman twists the material in his fist and yanksher up off her stomach. “you’re thoughtless and selfish.” He spits, holding her in place as he fucks her with the toy shallowly.

Quivering violently, Kia bangs a foot down against the edge of the bed repeatedly as another powerful orgasm rips its way through her.

“Say it. Tell me what you are.” Roman bites out, giving her a rough shake.

Kia’s chest heaves. “…Th-thoughtless and selfish.” She repeats, voice barely lifting to a whisper.

“Hm?” Roman murmurs into her ear, twisting the vibrator threateningly.

“I’M THOUGHTLESS AND SELFISH!” Kia shouts, blinking back a fresh set of tears.

Roman presses a tender kiss to the juncture of her neck. “Apologize.” He demands, biting down on the sensitive patch of flesh at her collarbone lightly.

“I’m sorry!”

“Again. Say that shit with the same spirit you had when you were out there showin’ your ass “for the gram,” Kia.”

“I’m SORRY!”

“For?”

“For being thoughtless and selfish!!”

“Now say you love me.” Roman hovers his thumb over the “controls” button.

“I love you, Roman.” Kia cries, clenching her toes in tightly. “Baby, please-“

With a click, the pulsing stops completely.

“I love you too, Princess.” Roman purrs, dropping Kia onto the bed unceremoniously. Pinning her down with a hand pressed into the small of her back, he starts to pull the toy out of her carefully. “Apology accepted.”

Kia’s head drops into the blanket again and she lets out a sigh of relief, stilling completely. Her nerves were so shot that she felt like she was about to have a coronary.

Tossing the toy aside, Roman grasps one of her legs and drags her down toward him, pressing his hips into her ass tightly. “You’re not gonna make me have to teach you this lesson again,” He cups her chin and tilts it back up to him. “are you?”

“No.” Kia whimpers, wiggling her hips in anticipation at the sensation of Roman’s dick twitching against the cleft of her ass.

“Happy to hear. I would really hate to have to.” Squeezing her hip tightly with one hand, Roman drags his sweatpants down his thighs with the other. “Now be a good girl,” He strokes his hand down the shaft of his dick, grasps it at the base, and slowly guides the head of it into her. “and show me why it’s worth forgivin’ you…”

A/N: Yes. I had a reference.

Let me know what you think…

-ink. 🖤

#roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns fic #roman reigns x black oc #roman reigns smut #read it read it read it

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joannasteez · 15 hours

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thanks so much for this lovely review btw!❤️

strong!

pairing: roman reigns x black reader warning: explicit sexual content after the "read more". degradation and pain kinks! talks of roman losing the undisputed title (a sore spot for some of you lol) authors: fic based on this post. nothing else really. give it a like, a reblog and a comment. let me know what you think! word count: 1300 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @spritelucozade (others who have been asked to be tagged, your tag wasn’t popping up. not sure why)

the shameless scent of iron bothers him. blood about his nose. smearing through the delicate trim of his mustache. the cultivation of such a great mountain of hubris, shattered. undone and red, dripping easy to taint his tongue.

the roar of the crowd deafens his ears. his skin slippery from sweat and his muscles tight with pain from the labor of a great defending and the cold. he lays there, pinned and defeated. a rapturous celebration about him, bright and lively but not for him. his stomach twisting sickly.

the walk is long and silent. his ears ringing and split with an inward disdain. you sit comfortably in his dressing room. a disinterest in your eyes that sinks his heart. and all the words that refuse to pass through such pretty lips speak sharply to him still, through distinctive cuts about his face and taut reddened skin. an examination of him filled with pity. roman's stomach flips again, disturbed. he shuffles to a chair. breathy and his body loosely plopping against the seat. wallowing. you won't speak and he's wallowing. he feels bile in his throat. his eyes squeezing. an unceremonious rise before it falls back to the pit of his stomach.

a tissue paper tears. wet and dabbing at where he bleeds. your eyes falling over him as you stand between the wide stretch of his legs.

"you're bleeding...", you state. fingers curling in viciously to hold his jaw still, a harsh maneuvering that forces his eyes to meet you. softly dabbing stains of blood caked in his mustache still. the contrast making him weary. lightheaded. "...and without a title. what do you have to say for yourself?"

a ball forms in his throat. feverish heat over his skin. a stabbing pain behind the eyes that makes him bristle silently. of all the times to be so recklessly emotional. why now? why here? under such a thick blanket of silence and the scrutiny of your gaze. he was strong. he's still strong! so why does this feel like a great diminishing. a breaking from which he can not return whole again. your grip growing tighter. nails warring against the tenderness of overly worked skin. a stinging behind the thickness of his beard. water pooling steadily in his eyes.

small and defeated. barely registrable. "i'm sorry".

you near. perfume sweetening the iron scent in his nose. your breath warm over him. "speak. clearly".

"im sorry", roman chokes. the syllables awkward and new off his tongue.

a mirthless smile takes your lips. forming more and more disgusted by the second. "are you crying?", words like nails screwing into him. feeling worser than simple little drips of blood. "if you're gonna lose, at least do it well".

you discard the tissue. stalk back to him with less venom in your eyes. taking his face to hold in your hands. the warmth in your palms uncomfortable. a cross examination done by the slipping over of your stare. an appraisal. your thumbs running over the freckled apple of his cheeks to assess. not to dote. like the inspection of a beaten trophy, to gauge how much he'd fallen into lack luster. your knee slips in to rest between the thick stretch of his thighs, pressing firm into the unsoftened way of his crotch. a slim sort of panic undulating over his skin. remembering the pierce in of your nails. the stinging it brought his skin. he much prefer that than you holding him with such fragility.

he was strong. he is strong! he can bare the pain. he was made to last.

"my pitiful little loser", you tease. kissing along his face. a trail from his forehead down till you rest soft lips at the corner of his mouth. never giving him the satisfaction. giggling in his ear.

the tips of his ears grow warm. probably red. "don't say that", he breaks. voice horse and tired. groaning as you take his face to grip again. the feed in of it into his skin tightening the space in his tactical cargo pants.

"why?", fingers combing through wild hair to rough backwards. leaning over him. knee roughed into the ache of his dick. the spinning chair singing with a short creak as the back of it bends to take the weight of both your bodies. "that's what you are no? or are my eyes and ears mistaken? is your name cody rhodes?"

soft pretty lips around another mans name. his chest tight. his breath heavy. panicked and vexed and excited. "don't say his-"

your knee presses in. forcing a grunt from his chest. your eyelashes fanning beautiful as your lips twist scornfully. "you don't have ground to stand on..", the seam of your lips faint over his. "...to tell me who i can and can't evoke. four years of good work", the displeasure rife on your tongue. "great work, gone because of some petulant playground bullshit revenge. are you happy with yourself at least?"

roman feels high. like he can barely breathe. stomach coiling steady with a burning sort of ache. hands tingling with need. resigned to touching the handles of the chair instead.

"no", he gives. a whisper.

your brows pull. disbelief. your body standing straighter, your knee still pressed into him. his hips canting with ill-control. desperate for friction. "no?", your hand mushing his head. "no?!", sharper. angrier. "you did all that shit with a steal chair and you're not even happy? real shameful shit".

roman's naked chest rises and falls. heavy breaths and pleading eyes. his pants too tight now for comfort. stomach twisting about horribly. his cock throbbing in his pants.

your fingers slip delicate over his zipper. a slow release of it along with the buttons. the warmth in your hand gracious as you reach and fondle your way in his underwear. seeking the hard heat of him with your knee still pressed into his balls. his eyes dim and weary. "maybe the top of the mountain was too high for you", you give. an easy go of words at the corner of his mouth. a slight tremble in him as he spits over your hand, feeling you work him thoroughly with a sweet twisting in your wrist. "maybe winning for so long was too much", voice pitying. babied and teasing. like he was small and unfit. "you rather suffer without a crown, than bare the weight".

a string of spit from your lips to the reddened tip of his cock makes a greater mess of him. the grip in your palm tighter by the second. warm and unrelenting. the base of his core nearly undone.

"its easier being a coward than enduring".

his head shakes. he was strong. he is strong! perfectly made to endure. "i held it for four years".

you laugh. he moans. his jaw lax and his muscles burning. "and now you're a loser", your thumb circling sweetly at his tip. his hips awkwardly rocking into the press of your knee. "the people saw you bleed. they saw you fail. main event status revoked".

his fingers grow more weary. for the title. for a microphone to plead his case. for the supple touch of your skin. anything but the cold metal of this chair.

"need to touch you". he pleads. desperate. nearly undone.

"you don't deserve it", you clip. nearly kissing him. he can feel it. the hesitation of your lips. full and soft. hovering over dangerously. "be happy i'm giving you this".

"please".

his spine throbs hard. a harsh rut in his hips as you stroke him tight.

"you gonna finish? or is that gonna be a dud too".

and the relief is sweet. an unloading of his shoulders. bursting and full of heat as he comes against your hand. "go ahead", you relent. and his arms work swiftly. embracing your body as his damp face falls into your belly. lightly trembling. groans tumbling off his lips.

he was strong. 1300 plus days. he is strong! made to last.

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giggling and kicking my feet!❤️

Goodnight Kiss

warning: nothing too crazy, mentions of lady parts tingling and a moan. But other than that, this is short and sweet : )

"I appreciate you taking me out tonight. That was the most fun I've had in a while," you softly smiled, feeling a giddy warmth as he walked you to your door. His smirk deepened as he glanced down, hands tucked casually into his pockets. His muscular figure towered over yours, if you hadn't known how much of a gentle giant he was, it was easy to feel intimidated.

This was your first date with Leati Joseph Anoa'i, affectionately known as Joe, the person you'd harbored a crush on since the 10th grade. Your accidental reunion at Robeks, your favorite smoothie spot, reignited those old feelings the moment you started chatting. And when he asked you out, you couldn't resist saying yes.

As the years passed, he evolved into a masterpiece, aging like the finest wine, each sip more intoxicating than the last. His once timid demeanor now exuded strength and confidence, drawing you closer with every step. His skin, now kissed by the sun, held a mesmerizing bronze hue, a far cry from the paleness of his youth. And oh, his facial hair, it contoured his face beautifully, emphasized every captivating feature. Perfect then, yes, but now, he was an embodiment of perfection beyond belief. Dressed in a sleek black suit, with a simple white T-shirt underneath, he oozed sophistication, the fabric clinging to his form, teasingly highlighting the muscles that yearned to be explored by your hands.

"I'm just glad I could bring a smile to your face, beautiful. You deserve it," he replied, his perfect smile causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. He was absurdly charming.

"Well, I should probably head inside and get ready for bed. Early start at work tomorrow," you said, extending your arms for a hug.

He embraced you tightly, a playful squeeze making you squeal with laughter and him chuckle. Pulling back just enough, he paused for a bit before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing his lips lower, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline.

Your body tensed, hands still clasped around his neck, caught in a moment of uncertainty and anticipation. The possibility of what he might do left you breathless, your first kiss looming on the horizon. Every beat of your heart echoed in the quiet space between you, something you swore he could hear.

It felt like paralysis. Every fiber of your being yearned to utter his name, to express the handful of sensations running through you, but your body betrayed you, rendered motionless, held captive by the potent spell he cast by his soft, plump lips. The feeling was both daunting and intoxicating, a thin line between fear and excitement.

He planted a sweet kiss on your nose before his fingers delicately lifted your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. There was a silent exchange in his eyes, he paused with a lick of his lips and slightly shook his head in disbelief as his eyes slowly washed over your face.

"You are so damn beautiful, you know that?" he questioned, your heart fluttered at the compliment. You were thanking God that he blessed you with your deep melanin skin because your face would be as red as a cherry tomato. He was making you so nervous, you didn't even know how to respond.

"Think so?" you softly questioned, internally face-palming at your response.

With a nod, his features softened and his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

"Know so." he responded with a breathy chuckle. Little did you know, you were taking away his breath as well.

He leaned in slowly, a hint of hesitation in his movements, silently offering you an opportunity to retreat if you wanted. But you leaned in as well, encouraging him to close the distance. His touch, initially gentle on your chin, migrated to cupping your face, while his left arm drew you nearer, enveloping you in his embrace. As his lips met yours, a wave of warmth surged through you, releasing the tension you had been holding. Your bodies melded seamlessly, and you found yourself swept away in the rhythm of the kiss. Though inexperienced, you gave in to the moment, surprised by the ease with which you followed his lead.

As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he moaned into your mouth, almost setting you ablaze. He made you want to tap out and it was only a kiss.

Sadly, you felt him slowly pull away but not without planting one last tender kiss against your lips. He still lingered close, his lips adorned with a gentle smile that spoke volumes of the connection you shared.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered against your lips.

"Goodnight.." you whispered back, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions as your high school crush had given you your first kiss.

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Omg okay, I don't want to overwhelm yall, let me know when to stop lololol

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I SUPPORT KIA’S RIGHTS, but more importantly her WRONGS. lets all gather with our heads bowed as we offer up a word of prayer because my sistah ur gonna need it😮‍💨🙏🏽

Acts of Service. | Pulse.

Title: Acts of Service. | Pulse.

Part: 2/3

Author: Ink. 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Characters: Roman Reigns, Kia Moore (OC)

Pairing: M/F, (Kia/Roman)

Synopsis: Kia pushes Roman too far. He has a unique way of expressing his displeasure.

Rating: 18+ M | Sex, Electrostimulation, Dark Humor, “Pleasure Torture,” Swearing, Humiliation kink, Established relationships, Brat Taming, Manipulation, Overstimulation, BDSM, Aftercare

Part 1

Kia M.: Heyyyyy~ 🖤 Good morning handsome.

Kia M.: You’re probably mad as shit right now, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m safe.

Kia M.: I know I fucked up by missing date night. I lost track of time because I had a too much fun with my girls last night, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve said something when I figured out that I wouldn’t be home in time. I’m sorry for that, and I hope you can forgive me. I love you. 🖤

Roman R.: There was nothing good about my Morning, Kia.~ ❤️

Roman R.: I spent a good portion of it aggravating myself over you because you decided that you wanted to do cartwheels in the streets of Miami at 3 AM. ❤️

Roman R.: But I’m glad yours was. I hope you had a real good night, Sweetheart. ❤️ You looked like you were having fun.

Kia M.: Roman, don’t do that passive aggressive “masking” shit with me, please.

Kia M.: I’m trying to communicate with you.

Roman R.: You had so much fun that you neglected to call the man that you’re in a relationship with to let him know that you were still alive. ❤️ After disappearing for 12+ hours. ❤️ When you were supposed to be home at 10 PM. ❤️ For a date night we planned 3 weeks ago. ❤️

Roman R.: What do you and your lil’ friends usually say? “I love that for you?” ❤️

Kia M: I got a little turnt and it slipped my mind, Baby. I didn’t mean to.

Roman R.: That isn’t acceptable at all, and you know that, but I appreciate your honesty.

Roman R.: Where are you, Kia?

Kia M.: Back in Pensacola, by Naomi and Jimmy’s. We stayed in a hotel after we left the party and drove back this morning.

Roman R.: That’s real nice, dollface. ❤️

Roman R.: Did the two of you have an easy trip back? ❤️

Kia M.: You’re doing too much and you know you are.

Roman R.: Did you eat breakfast yet? ❤️

Roman R.: You should, you know. You’re gonna need the energy. ❤️

Roman R.: Because passing out and/or throwing up is not going to help you once I get my hands on you.

Kia M.: Idk what you want me to say.

Kia M: I said I was sorry, okay? I made a dumb ass mistake by playing in your face like that, and I’m taking accountability.

Roman R.: You don’t know what accountability is, Kia. That’s why you pulled that shit last night thinking that you could play in my face and get away with it.

Roman R.: But you’ll learn. And I’ll make sure you do.

Roman R.: I’ll see you when you get home, Princess. Try not to make me wait too long, okay? You ain’t gonna like it if I to have to come down there and find you. ❤️

Roman R.: I love you. ❤️

A/N: Please respect Kia’s hustle and salute a brave soldier when you see one. 😭

Let me know what you think,

-ink 🖤

#the passive aggressive hearts after every sentence really pissed me off lmaooo #like ok bro relax she apologized #let her live a little pls😩#roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x black oc #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfic #petty reigns #hes so sassy sometimes lol #amazing as usual #short and sweet #read it read it read it

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Kissing On My Tattoos

warning: eehh, naur warning. Maybe just a sprinkle of a moan in there, but nothing harmful :)

Roman texting you while you're on a date has never been out of the ordinary. Especially if you had no interest in the guy.

A smile lit up Roman's face every time his phone buzzed, knowing it was a message from you, signaling that you weren't enjoying yourself.

Baby Girl💕: Can you come pick me up when he drops me off?

Biting his bottom lip, Roman typed the following words,

Sure thing baby girl. Just let me know when you get home.

His brown eyes brightened, he couldn't wait to see you. Just the thought of you made his heart race which he hated but loved at the same time. He just wanted to have fun. But you, oh, you yearned for something deeper, something more profound, especially with him.

When he confessed his attraction for you but made it clear he wasn't ready for anything serious, it broke you, leaving a bittersweet ache in your heart. Yet, you understood. Some people couldn't fathom the idea of commitment. And Roman, he was one of them.

He did put an offer on the table though, he put forth the idea of ya'll becoming friends with benefits. No strings attached whatsoever.

You were very hesitant and you thought about the offer for at least 2 weeks. You were putting your feelings on the line and knew it wasn't worth it but you really wanted to be with him. And if that was the only way you could have him, then so be it.

It's been 3 months since you've agreed and to be honest, you have enjoyed it. Besides the fact that Roman always.. and I mean always flirted with other girls in front of you. But hey, that's what you signed up for.

Before you knew it, you were dipping your toes into the waters of other men's attention. After all, if Roman was playing the field, why shouldn't you? The plan was simple: keep him around until someone else came along who truly made you feel the way he did.

Roman had picked up on it. Your absence hadn't gone unnoticed, not with you off on dates with other guys. And weirdly enough, he was feeling... jealous? Roman had never really been the green-eyed type, but lately, something was stirring inside him. He knew he shouldn't be, given he'd been messing around with other girls while fooling around with you. But still, that twinge of envy lingered.

He wanted you all to himself, plain and simple. Yeah, he knew it was selfish and unfair, but that's just how he felt, and nothing could shake that.

Lately, he'd been keeping his distance from the other girls he'd been seeing. It was like he was slowly cutting ties with them, realizing that his heart belonged to you and you alone.

Slipping into a black tee and his favorite Nike sandals, Roman checked his phone after getting a text from you.

Your date didn't go as planned, and now all you wanted was for Roman to bring back that smile to your face.

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"Thanks for picking me up Ro, tonight was horrible.."

You collapsed onto his bed, sprawling out on your stomach. His scent enveloped you, his cologne mingling with the familiar smell of his sheets. You melted into the mattress, feeling completely at ease. Your muscles relaxed, and so did your mind. It was pure bliss.

He settled on the edge of the bed near your feet, releasing a heavy sigh.

"No problem, baby."

Internally, you melted. When he called you baby, it sent shivers down your spine, but you quickly reminded yourself that you probably weren't the only one he called that.

Before long, he was stretched out beside you, shirtless now. He propped his hands behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling. His mind seemed to be wandering, lost in a swirl of thoughts.

He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else having you, touching you, holding you, kissing you...None of it. The idea alone made him want to scream in frustration.

You noticed the look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

You hopped onto his lap, settling with your legs on either side, facing him.

"Nothing..."

"Don't lie to me."

He grinned and his hands found their way to your thighs. Instantly, your skin prickled with goosebumps, a familiar sensation whenever he touched you. Your body responded in ways that defied explanation or words.

He licked his lips, nearly making you squeal with anticipation.

"It's...just that I don't like seeing you with other men. It drives me absolutely in-fucking-sane," he expressed sternly. You could tell by the look of his face, he was serious. In fact, it almost felt like you were in trouble just from the way he looked at you.

Holding back a smirk you said,

"Well, I don't like seeing you with other women, but you're the one who came up with this Friend With Benefits crap,"

"I know, I know.." he sighed, running a hand over his bearded face.

"So, what are we going to do?" you asked. You honestly enjoyed this. He was finally giving in to his feelings.

His hands lazily trailed up and down your silky skin, relishing in the way you responded to his touch, your breath catching in your throat.

"We're going to be together because the thought of you being with someone else is eating me up on the inside,"

You awed him, grasping his hands in your own and placing them above his head. Leaning forward, you captured his lips with yours. The kiss was laced with a passion you've never felt before. You both took your time exploring each other's mouths, tongues fighting for dominance before he finally won.

As Roman's tongue teased a sensitive spot in your mouth, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, feeling a warmth pooling between your thighs.

Planting kisses along his shoulder, you traced the inked patterns on his skin, marveling at the details they whispered about his culture, his life.

When you found that sweet spot, he groaned, his grip on your hand tightening as you continued to hold them above his head.

"Baby.." he whispered breathlessly as you sucked on his sweet spot. You showed no mercy, nibbling and sucking until he was putty in your hands. Every stroke of your tongue against his inked skin sent shivers coursing through his body.

"Now, we aren't going to be together just because you say so. I really want you to drop those women, all of them. Prove to me that you want me and only me.." you murmured against his neck before sitting up, meeting his gaze head-on.

Roman pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes squinting slightly.

"Okay...I will."

Lightly slapping his chest, you glared.

"I'm serious, Roman. You're playing games and I'm not down with that anymore. I'm through being fuck buddies. Either you give me all of you or nothing at all."

Roman sat up, encircling his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He rested his forehead against yours, his desire burning beyond the physical; he wanted to claim you as his own. You were the only one who stirred these feelings within him, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you just to play the field.

He was a fool for your pretty eyes and that smile. How'd he expect himself not to fall?

"I'm not lying, baby. I promise, I will drop them all for you."

He brushed his fingertips along the curve of your cheek, his minty breath teasing your lips as he inched closer.

"I don't have to worry about another woman's lips on your body?" you questioned, a hint of uncertainty in your eyes.

He tenderly kissed your lips, catching you off guard for a fleeting moment.

"Nope. I don't want nobody but you kissin' on my tattoos, baby girl.." he whispered, then leaned in to place a kiss on your temple.

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got that roman fic outta my system…*cracks knuckles* now back to you cody

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strong!

a tissue paper tears. wet and dabbing at where he bleeds. your eyes falling over him as you stand between the wide stretch of his legs.

small and defeated. barely registrable. "i'm sorry".

you near. perfume sweetening the iron scent in his nose. your breath warm over him. "speak. clearly".

"im sorry", roman chokes. the syllables awkward and new off his tongue.

he was strong. he is strong! he can bare the pain. he was made to last.

soft pretty lips around another mans name. his chest tight. his breath heavy. panicked and vexed and excited. "don't say his-"

roman feels high. like he can barely breathe. stomach coiling steady with a burning sort of ache. hands tingling with need. resigned to touching the handles of the chair instead.

"no", he gives. a whisper.

roman's naked chest rises and falls. heavy breaths and pleading eyes. his pants too tight now for comfort. stomach twisting about horribly. his cock throbbing in his pants.

a string of spit from your lips to the reddened tip of his cock makes a greater mess of him. the grip in your palm tighter by the second. warm and unrelenting. the base of his core nearly undone.

"its easier being a coward than enduring".

his head shakes. he was strong. he is strong! perfectly made to endure. "i held it for four years".

his fingers grow more weary. for the title. for a microphone to plead his case. for the supple touch of your skin. anything but the cold metal of this chair.

"need to touch you". he pleads. desperate. nearly undone.

"you don't deserve it", you clip. nearly kissing him. he can feel it. the hesitation of your lips. full and soft. hovering over dangerously. "be happy i'm giving you this".

"please".

his spine throbs hard. a harsh rut in his hips as you stroke him tight.

"you gonna finish? or is that gonna be a dud too".

he was strong. 1300 plus days. he is strong! made to last.

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would do egregious things to swap places with amanda

Roman Reigns x Amanda (fem!black!oc) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | ~2,600 words

a/n: As y'all know, I have a million Roman drafts and I found this first draft of "The Waiting Game" from last spring. Hope you enjoy. 🥰

Happy reading! Read more Roman and Amanda or my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

The full moon hung in the dark sky, the stars barely visible as the Manhattan lights created their own nighttime glow. As she strolled down East 35th Street, Amanda soaked in the feeling of being in New York City for the first time. Immersing herself in new places was just one of the many perks of her job at WWE as their SmackDown ring announcer.

Before she landed her dream job, she hadn't ventured much outside of her home state of Georgia. Now she made it a point to reserve time after work to explore the food and nightlife each city she landed in had to offer. It made spotting the iconic Empire State Building with its windows glittering like lights on a Christmas tree feel extra special to her as it stood above the horizon of towering buildings.

The evening air was cool and brisk, blowing her longish, red auburn afro off her bare shoulders and lifting her strappy, silky, pink-blue dress to reveal her thick, brown thighs to oncoming traffic. Amanda yanked her dress down and pulled her black, faux-fur coat tighter around herself to shake the chill as she continued down the street, her slingback heels clicking with her every step. Suddenly, she felt a heavy arm drape over her and bring her in close to the broad, warm body it was attached to. She glanced up at Joe as he walked alongside her, his overwhelming heat instantly calming her shivering body. The way he held her as he gazed down at her with his wolfish, chocolate-colored eyes made her almost swoon.

“Could you tell I was gettin' cold?” she asked him with a little smile.

“I figured as much since your coat doesn’t cover your legs,” he replied, giving her an admirable once-over. “I mean, you look beautiful in this dress. But I know it’s not keepin' you warm.”

“I think you’re warm enough for the both of us,” Amanda said, poking him in the ribs and making his handsome face break into a smile that matched hers.

That was another perk she treasured about her newish job. She got to rub shoulders—in this case, literally—with pro wrestlers she’d only ever seen on TV. She’d been a big fan of Joe, or Roman Reigns, and now she was being paid to announce him as the undisputed WWE Universal Champion and Tribal Chief of The Bloodline as he sauntered to the ring with his golden title belts, surrounded by his entourage consisting of his cousins, the Usos, and the legendary manager, Paul Heyman. Amanda felt like she was quickly becoming a part of Roman’s off-screen entourage as he was one of the first people to befriend her—encouraging her to call him Joe, his real name, instead of his stage name—and make her feel welcomed on the job.

Yet she could tell right away Joe was a huge flirt. He proved her right as they became fast friends with a salacious spark always simmering between them. It was the way he’d be glued to her hip at after-work parties or invite her to his locker room to kill time before work…or the way they almost kissed once.

For two months, Amanda tried to ignore that spark as she didn’t want to put her dream job in jeopardy by screwing around with WWE’s top guy. But she found herself hopelessly and agonizingly attracted to Joe, often yearning for much more than a kiss from him...

She had gotten used to working out her sexual frustrations by herself, fantasizing late at night about how deep Joe’s dick could fit if he had her on all fours. She certainly didn’t expect to find out last night in his locker room when he bent her over and wore her out to the point that she felt compelled to call him “Daddy”—a fan-given nickname of his that she despised until he had her moaning it to him over and over—and send her on her way to ring with no panties, her pussy still tender from him stretching her out.

While she was still a little delightfully sore between her thighs, she couldn’t deny that she craved him all over again. And when Joe messaged her earlier in the day and asked her out to dinner, saying he wanted to “treat” her tonight, it was obvious that he craved her, too...especially with the seductive questions he sent her about her fascination with being dominated and her favorite toys. Amanda knew then he had more in mind than just a bite to eat...

As Joe held the door to the steakhouse open for her, she already felt pampered by the restaurant’s red and gold elegance and yummy smells wafting through the air. The kind hostess led them to their table, covered with white linen and softly lit by a candle, in the center of the dining room. Amanda noted how Joe took her coat and purse, placing them on the back of her leather chair before he pulled it back for her like a gentleman. He then sat across from her and studied her in her dress with those hungry eyes that seemed to see right through it, ready to devour what was beneath.

She had the same thoughts as she gazed back at him, soaking in how gorgeous he was in his navy suit jacket and baby blue button-down that almost strained to conceal his muscles beneath them. He’d trimmed his full, salt-and-pepper beard and mustache since yesterday, and slicked back his long, dark hair into a cute, messy bun behind his head, making his tanned, angular face appear more chiseled and menacingly handsome...and making Amanda want to let his hair loose and run her fingers through it as he hid his head between her legs...

“Can I just say how good you look right now? Like...good enough to eat,” Joe spoke, his deep voice a subtle growl. It was like he could read her mind, she thought in awe as her lips pulled into a smirk.

“Don’t tempt me. We can skip dinner and go straight to dessert,” Amanda half-joked. She wanted to eat but Joe looked so good, too, she could go for his dick in her mouth rather than steak...

“Nah, we’re gonna eat. You’ll need the energy,” Joe replied coolly, flashing her a devilish smirk right back.

“Just me?” she chimed.

“Yes,” he stated matter-of-factly, his sultry eyes on hers before they fell to her shoulders and cleavage from her big breasts pushed together in her scoop neck dress. When he gradually brought his eyes back to hers, she bit her lip as he added in another low growl, "I have plans for you tonight, sweetheart.”

She raised one arched eyebrow at his words, yet when she opened her mouth to hopefully uncover what those “plans” were, their waiter arrived with menus, a tray that held two wine glasses, and a bottle of Pinot Noir chilling in a gold bucket of ice. Once he poured them each a glass, took their order, and went to check on another table, Amanda gave Joe a curious glance.

“Do those plans include you fuckin' me in the restroom?” she asked softly, testing the vibe. Amanda didn’t think he’d care about getting nasty in public after backstage. Her pussy was getting wet from the mere thought of him curving her over the restroom sink. “We’re, like, the only ones here…and I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

She deliberately ignored the two other occupied tables that were thankfully out of earshot. Yet she watched Joe's mouth and eyes widen a bit from her unabashed lust for him. But then his lips twisted into a grin as he said in a near whisper, “I see you didn’t learn your lesson last night. Well, I learned you can’t keep quiet while I’m in you, baby.”

He had a point, Amanda thought to herself. They had never touched before yesterday and yet Joe seemed to know how to make her lose herself and forget her surroundings. And that was why she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her again...no matter the risk.

“Let me prove to you that I can…” Amanda whispered back. She’d do her best to keep the patrons in the dining room blissfully unaware. She hoped the way she discreetly tugged at her dress and exposed more of her cleavage would entice him. She saw Joe take the bait, glancing at her breasts with a mischievous glint filling his eyes. He then wrapped his fingers around his wine glass and took a long sip, like he was considering it. She suddenly realized needed his fingers around her throat like that...

“I know for a fact you can’t. So, I guess you'll have to wait,” he declared, his voice playful yet firm enough to make her realize she was pressing her luck. She swallowed a healthy swig of her wine and decided to press that luck further, anyway.

“And what you gonna do if I don't want to?” she asked, catching a drop of wine from her top lip with her tongue. Her tone was half-pouting as she pursed her full, pink, glossy lips, half-challenging him to get back at him for teasing her. He let out a dark chuckle at her defiance as he put his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, staring at her with a grin like he was impressed that she dared him.

“You tryna find out?” Joe asked, his tone a little sinister.

“Hell yeah,” she replied, doing a poor job of containing the excitement in her voice.

Joe glanced at the watch on his wrist before he demanded, “Then get up and act like you're goin' to ladies' room...”

Amanda wasted no time obeying the demand she wanted to hear, hopping up from her seat and trying to look normal as she made her way to the single-occupancy restrooms. She couldn’t believe she was about to get her way when she learned last night what a stubborn, sexy jerk Joe could be.

Yet he did make her wait for what felt like five minutes before she saw the door open and him slip in, locking the door behind himself. Her patience to feel his mouth on hers had already run out and she took the initiative to reach for him. But Joe abruptly caught her forearms and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with his large hand around her throat.

“So you couldn’t wait 'til later, huh? You need me in this pussy right now?” Joe snarled in a steamy whisper before he brought his lips to hers.

“Yes, please…please fuck me,” Amanda pleaded in a whisper just as heated, her body trying to melt from his grip tightening on her throat and his soft lips on hers that curled into a devious smile. She’d never been so desperate for dick that she’d beg for it, but his effect on her was consuming, breathtaking even. “Please...fuck me...Daddy,” she panted and brought her hands to his chest, his nickname on her tongue making him pant back as he kissed her harder.

“How do you want Daddy to fuck you?” Joe cooed in her ear as he dropped his hand from her throat to her breast, fondling it and tweaking her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress before his lips found their way around it. She whimpered to him in response before his hand fell lower on her body and under her dress. Amanda moaned softly again as he suckled her nipple with his fingers teasing over the wet mess that was her thong, teasing his thick, middle finger past it to fit inside her with one, long fluid thrust. He let out a satisfied sigh when it glided in with such ease, his lips smudged to her chest and then her neck with kisses before he murmured to her, “I’m still waitin' for you to tell me how you want me in this pussy, baby…”

“I want—”

“It doesn't fuckin' matter what you want,” Joe cut her off with his finger seeking her spot, his touch swirling on it as he reminded her in a hushed grunt, "I tell you what to do. Not the other way around, sweetheart. Understand?"

“Oh, my god,” Amanda almost cried instead when he rolled his thumb over her clit as he continued to swirl his finger on her g-spot. It dawned on her that his plans to treat her involved whipping her into submission as he controlled her with simply the palm of his hand.

She bit down on her bottom lip to choke back a moan as she helplessly looked up at Joe. She could see it in his eyes that he knew he had her right where he wanted her: Incapacitated and at his mercy. She could hear it in his voice when he stated gruffly, “Try that again, sweetheart..."

“Unghh...yes, Daddy.”

He watched Amanda mewl to him and nod as he pushed in another finger, his languid, elongated strokes becoming quick and pounding on her spot that was giving in to his torture and giving way to those hot, quivering tingles that spread throughout her entire body. She squeaked in a failed attempt to hold in a moan as he nurtured her sweet spots until it was futile, his kisses barely catching her gasps.

“Damn…you cummin’ for me already?” Joe breathed a dark laugh but followed it with a light moan as one of her hands slipped from his chest to the seat of his slacks that protruded with his bulge. Yet he refused to let Amanda have any control, plucking his hand that was on her hip to snatch away her grasp and pin it to the wall above her head. “Naw, don't worry 'bout that. This is what you get since you couldn't wait...this right here.”

His fingers pumping and swirling on her spot kept up with the rapid fluttering of her pussy around them, only slowing down when Amanda's gasping moans teetered into airy whines. She wanted to curse for him making it too good, making her thighs tremble around his wrist, and making her want to cry when he tugged his fingers out. He then checked his watch like his fingers weren't about to drip her wetness to the tile, smirking at her mess on them. He kissed her with a flick of his tongue that he carefully replaced with his fingers as he held her jaw with his other hand, watching her slowly suck them until her lips touched his knuckles.

"It tastes how Daddy makes you feel, don't it? Good as fuck..." Joe uttered with one more wet kiss that Amanda nodded and moaned into before he swiftly went to wash his hands and open the restroom door. “I’m pretty sure they’re about to bring out our food, so you might wanna hurry and clean up.”

The way he left her with his conceited smile and her panties soaked made her finally suck in a long, shuddering breath before she exhaled, "Goddamn, Joe..."

She palmed the wall to steady herself as she removed her thong and wobbled over to the sink where she tossed them in the bin, pumped soap into her hands, and ran them under cold water to cool herself down. It felt like prying eyes could see the orgasmic glow still radiating from her body as she made her way back to the dining room. But Amanda knew it was only Joe who couldn't take his eyes off her, that sexy smirk on his lips as she slunk towards him. Their ribeye steaks and roasted potatoes looked scrumptious but he continued to observe only her as she fell into her seat.

“So. You gonna behave now, sweetheart?” he asked haughtily as he slid a piece of his steak into his mouth.

"That depends." Amanda unfolded her napkin and picked up her knife to cut her steak. The sharp edge reminded her of how Joe responded to her pushing her luck...and she caught his eye as she decided to dare him once more with a lick of her lips. "Are you gonna finish what you started and let me throw it back on you? Or are you afraid you won't keep quiet this time?

Dare

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Blackwater XIX

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: well I said a couple of months ago that something was toxic… there’s a lil bit of non-con this time, so if someone of you is not ready, im sorry, is that chap.

A/N: this chapter wasn't very easy to write, but the next ones won't be either, let's wish each other good luck.

She had hoped to go somewhere else, but with problems piling up day after day doing so wasn't even an option. It was safer to stay south, where their reservation still acted as a natural stop to any external influence coming from across the border, plus Roman was in the area, though again not there with her, having yet another meeting with yet another person for yet another deal.

She hadn't been very happy about it at first, but had to admit at least to herself that maybe it was for the best. In town she had finally found something she could bring to Lisa to thank her and plus they were relatively close home, which meant they would be there before night and she could go to bed to recover a bit.

The stress caused by the situation did not help either her mood or body already affected by hormonal swings of a heat that Y/N prayed to postpone as long as possible. She wasn't sleeping well due to too many thoughts, she was losing her appetite, as well as the desire to go running and that afternoon she had another one of her waves of shivers which was trying to fight with some hot chocolate in an attempt to also replenish a sugars. She had bought Solo a coffee too, but he kept holding it in his hand without drinking, too busy glaring at anyone who dared come closer than necessary, that was not even so close.

- You didn't grow up here, did you? – she asked, interrupting silence between them once again, because they spent a lot of time together, but even if he seemed willing to talk with her, their conversations were never long.

He looked at her a bit confused, putting aside his perpetual serious face for a moment, coffee still in his hand.

- Jimmy said you came here after, like me – she explained, letting out an encouraging smile and he shook his head no.

- I grew up in the area, with my family.

Y/N let out a surprised oh, going back to twirling the straw in silence as they walked towards the suv.

From the stories she had thought he had come from out of state to help Roman, but she probably misunderstood. She hadn't spent much time with Solo's family, she had only seen them once actually and he didn't open up more than necessary, most of the time talking about what there was to do during the day, well she talked, he was more comfortable listening.

- Not with them. They were always together somewhere. – he added unexpectedly, perhaps not to make her uncomfortable with another silence or perhaps not to make her feel so out of place and Y/N smiled gratefully.

Y/N saw him nod slightly, as if satisfying her had satisfied him too.

She had never really thought about it, but there was an age gap between him and those three. Now he was a big boy with muscles and a menacing look, in those years he had probably just been a kid that them didn't want around. She couldn't imagine what it was like, Y/N hadn't had any brother or sister, she had grown up alone, but the half year spent with all of them before the chaos was enough for her to understand. Maybe he couldn't have tolerated them as a kid, always together already as pack leaving him at home and doing their own business, but now he was a man, it was different.

His family is broken.

- I'm sorry, Solo...

Standing next to the black suv, he looked at her, again confused by her reaction.

- We have to do what needs to be done.

- They're your brothers no matter what.

- I swore to the Tribal Chief. They did it too. – he said serious, his tone almost angry.

In packs like theirs, still tied to old laws and traditions, it was normal to have a relationship of deep respect with those at the top. Those were legacies that were now intertwined with a changed society but still subject to natural balances, such as the amendment on property rights between mates and social hierarchies for those who belonged to or were born from groups not commonly seen well. Y/N, with her omega smell, knew a lot about it and had had to deal with it there too in the first few months, but the prospect of an acknowledgment, oath, was new and something she hadn't heard.

She saw Solo open the door to let her in, his face less angry, but still solemn.

- You don't have to – he reassured her, mistaking her silence for concern, dark round eyes stopping too long lower, at the base between her neck and shoulder, where Y/N had tightened her jacket trying to send away the cold shivers – you already have his… smell.

Smell wasn't the word he wanted to say, but what Solo was referring to, she didn't have yet.

Our mark. His mark.

That too was an old legacy, dangerous in her case, but Y/N didn't have time to think too much about it by looking for her phone which in the meantime had notified of a message.

***

Paul was a smart man. Roman had chosen him as a wise man for that very reason. There was no one in the entire country more capable than him, no one who had his level of experience. He was a lawyer, an advisor, a connoisseur, he had political support, important acquaintances within the packs and outside, plus his family had practically adopted him when he was a boy, so he was not a stranger. The wise man was many things, but honest only when necessary and Roman had never had a problem with that kind of approach in their time together. He tolerated all sorts of expedient for his purpose, he had learned the hard way how much it cost to have feelings, but everything changed if those tricks helped something of which he was not made aware.

Because Roman knew from years and life lessons. Loyalty and trust were something he no longer expected, from anyone and certainly not from someone who had stayed afloat when everyone else drowned. Everyone could be a friend, everyone could be an enemy, his wolf now did no exception and all the whispers, phone calls and messages that kept Paul busy even when they were together were nothing but further proof of a picture that he knew. The wiseman acted driven by the feeling of ground crumbling beneath their feet, frightened by changes that his cousin and those dogs on the border threatened, by the possibility of a future that Roman would not allow as long as he was able to breathe. He loved the wise man, he could forgive him being a coward, pretending not to see, at least until he took a step too far.

- So? – he asked annoyed, almost making the phone fly out of his hand.

- Two weeks. Tomorrow both of you will exchange the sogi – he reported in a heavy voice, his shoulders low, his face frowning as if someone had just stepped on him after the news.

He didn't like the prospect of that fight, first of all because he was risking his head. Roman knew even without having to ask that he would play his cards to make things better and save everything, but for him the two weeks he had dealt were too much time and those plans useless. Fourteen days were the ritual time to provide what was necessary for families, so that both parties were ready for any outcome, but for him were just a useless wait. He wouldn't be the one to lose, he had no alternatives to plan unlike Jey, he just needed to have free way and get his hands on his cousin.

- About the stipulations, I was thinking- he advanced, trying to recover as much as possible.

- There are none.

- My Tribal Chief, if I may, considering what we are facing now, it would be better to leave a few more resources and perhaps-

- There will be no stipulations.

He had complied with stipulations, conditions for weeks, suffered weakness for months, the time for mercy was over. He had left many doors open for his cousins, he had tried everything and Jey however had gone where he shouldn't, disrespecting him to the point of contesting him with the Elders, they had gone too far and now there was only one way to put an end to it. The only acceptable stipulation was unconditional surrender, total humiliation, there was nothing else to talk about. Guts were needed to keep their family in line, his dad had reminded him of this and Roman was not willing to receive other reminders in the future, he was no longer a boy. Whatever happened next, he would handle it the way he handled everything, with a firm grip and without regard, he didn't need those two to do it. He was the alpha, he had control and winning cards to play against everyone.

- How much longer do we have to stay here? – he asked, tired of waiting, staring with annoyance at the watch on his wrist.

They had been in that office longer than he was willing to tolerate and he couldn't stand listening to the wise man calls or him typing messages anymore, he didn't have all day to waste signing a deal with the governor. He had to train, dedicate the next fourteen days focusing on the goal, not sitting bored in a chair waiting for a paper that should have already been ready the second he set foot in that building.

- I'm going to immediately check where Pearce has ended up, my… – the wise man snapped to attention, but he barely managed to turn to go towards the door – tribal… chief.

Roman smelled him before even moving his gaze to the man accompanying Pearce. He had no idea who he was, he didn't remember his face if they had ever met before, but he had a smell that he didn't like. He didn't like the smell of him, he didn't like the way was staring at him, he didn't like the attitude and he sure as hell didn't like that he came around when he had business to do.

We don't like him.

- Reigns.

Pearce greeted, already adjusting glasses on his nose, his expression stressed as always. Roman didn't even look at him, focused on observing the new arrival who was already taking place at the table without having been invited. Pearce had that same attitude in the past, a couple of years ago, until Roman had taken it away from him in his own way and since then had never reappeared. He almost wanted to do the same with that new guy.

- What’s this idea Mr. Pearce?! It was supposed to be a private meeting for private business! Very important business! It's unacceptable! – complained the wise man, standing up against that lack of respect.

- Our new neighbors have informed the governor of activities across the border. It seemed right to him to invite Mr. Aldis as a delegate to clarify before signing anything. He’s in charge of that area now.

That's what he was. Another puppet, another well-dressed small dude convinced to have power or a chance against him, thought he was worth something, that he could stand face to face with Roman, thanks to the talks of those idiots to whom his cousins had left the field free. They were becoming arrogant, stupidly brave, throwing in his face that he had lost his hold in the north and that now there were others there. They hadn't gone too far yet, keeping everything legal, moving with what they could to make their voices heard, their new influence known, but Roman was fine with those games as long as they didn't go beyond the limit. And the limit was his patience running out.

- Since you no longer have jurisdiction there and the upcoming Bloodline activities threaten the entire area, restrictions must be established for the future. Real restrictions Mr. Reigns that I will take care of enforcing and making clear to you. Without it, nothing new will be authorized. – the new dude, Aldis, announced, openly defying his influence, head held high and the wise man behind him jumped.

They wanted to authorize him.

- How dare you- he screamed, but Roman simply raised a finger to silence him, the other hand gripping the chair.

That tanned, smug face of him would have looked perfect smashed onto his table or on the floor, better under his foot.

They wanted to play the big game, gamble when he already had more important business to take care of. It was almost hilarious, almost because that little game would be short-lived. He would let them do it, for a while, until Jey got what he deserved since everything that was happening was his fault. That was what happened if they left their side exposed, if they allowed a pack of strays to smell weakness, it was the price to pay for a crack and the reason Roman would have no more second thoughts.

Elders were right, he had to focus, do what he had to do and what he had been chosen for. He couldn't afford any more weaknesses or they would become ready and able to bite his throat.

- Go ahead – he conceded, collecting himself.

He would get rid of them one by one, blood of his blood or not. Without mercy.

***

She had sought comfort between now cold sheets smelling of him, curling up her legs for extra warmth, keeping her eyes tighter to ward off thoughts ready to fill her mind, but hadn't made it and her she-wolf had found Roman through the link. She had sensed him immediately, probably because he wasn't shielding anything believing that she was still asleep and Y/N had snuck out to join him in the dim light of his home office.

Mate is not here with us.

He was sitting on the couch with a solitary lamp, his face serious, fingers running through the seeds of his necklace. He was physically there, but his head was somewhere else as happened too often now. In the house he always kept the ulafala in the case, but Y/N didn't need to ask to know why he was there staring at it when he was supposed to be resting by her side, in their bed. Paul had told her as soon as he received the news, keeping to their agreement or perhaps already seeking help and Y/N had finally given a deadline to the anxiety that was weighing on her.

Fourteen days of peace before chaos, before completely crumbling what was left of the family, but in a few hours it would truly become inevitable. Or it was probably already late judging by Roman's face.

- Will you have to wear it? – she asked in a whisper, entering the room almost on tiptoe.

He hadn't told her anything about how the meeting would take place nor had he added anything about the fight, but she couldn't blame him. She had promised to stand by him, to defend him, yet she hadn't reacted well to his drastic change of plans and he didn't seem to really understand why she hadn't accepted it. What had happened was serious, but what could happened next would be even worse. Standing, she watched him keep his gaze fixed on the symbol of sacrifices, of his role and pains without turning to look at her and she too observed it, perhaps expecting a revelation.

Red for power, seeds for the rebirth of the dynasty.

She knew the value and pride behind that object, Roman had told Y/N all the stories about the ulafala, but no matter how hard she tried in her eyes it was only a necklace left weighing him down. It should have given him strength, conveyed his strength, represented the family future and instead he found himself fighting to keep it around his neck, to keep what he had gained after an argument born from unpleasant circumstances and degenerated due to old grudges.

- I earned it, represents me – she heard him reply, because in his mind it was the only thought.

She felt it, she knew it. He felt his efforts, sacrifices threatened and they were, but Y/N still felt like it wasn't Jey or Jimmy who was the real danger. At least not initially, now everything was a danger, even the elders who were supposed to accompany and advise him. Them all had fallen into a trap were building with their own hands and she couldn't resign herself to the sight of that disaster.

He's not just that for us.

- You don't need it – she reminded him, stopping looking at the ulafala to focus on him.

She saw him inspire with frustration, felt annoyance pass through him at the mere idea of continuing that conversation, his eyes far from hers.

- Go back to bed Y/N.

- Come with me then, is not mornin yet – she insisted, refusing to give up.

They had different opinions, different approaches, it had always been like that and perhaps it would never change, but they were on the same side. She didn't want to go back to their room if he wasn't there, didn't want to sleep if he wasn't there, she had been alone for too long to throw away moments, to wait two weeks to pass and then hope to go back to what they had before. She trusted Roman, she had never trusted anyone like him, but it wasn't going to end up with Jey and Y/N was honestly afraid of the aftermath he talked about. The threats were different, without blood ties and were just waiting the right moment to attack him, they wanted to get him out of the way and take everything, not just his role. No one can get rid of a weed without pulling out its roots. It had already happened with her family and now can happen again because he was focused just on what was in front of him. But she couldn't wait for the inevitable, it wasn't in her nature to do what she had to do or what he wanted, she existed to do what he couldn't.

She saw him stay silent, sign he had no intention of moving. So she stood in front of him, slipping the ulafala from his fingers without asking. That move finally forced him to raise his head, trying to understand what was happening, while she carefully placed it back in the case where he kept it and then went back to the couch. She listened him breathe heavily, scratch his dark beard with a grimace, and she sat down on his lap to take up the entire view.

- Ain't doing this talk once more – he stopped her soon, shaking his head.

- Not even if im the one asking? – she tried, seeing him immediately clench his jaw.

- Im doing it for you, for us, all! I told you and you said we were on the same side, now what?!

- I'm not taking anything back. I'm just worried it’s already too much – she confessed, not really knowing how else to explain the feeling in her.

Maybe she was giving in to the hormones, anxiety, or maybe was the fact she hadn't cared about others in years like she did now for him, but it was all happening so fast and whether Roman was ready to admit it or not, he was losing control and not facing things with a right mindset. Those outbursts of anger, the way he turned against everyone, judgments, drastic solutions, he was getting carried away by the desire for revenge and his justice. He kept saying he was doing it for them, for their future and instead seemed like a pretext to rush towards other problems. They didn't need acknowlegment, a border to build anything, they were fine, everything worked when it was just them, together. They had never been happier than in the time spent getting to know each other, digging their bond out of the dust and strengthening it. Life certainly couldn't be made up only of moments like those, dates and runs in the woods, but things could certainly have been different.

- Whatever it takes, doesn't matter, at all – he announced, almost exasperated by having to explain, by having to hear, his gaze so confident and Y/N stared at him for a moment without being able to say anything else.

Whatever it takes, he said.

The prospect of those sacrifices and ease which he said he wanted to face them would torment was heavy, but as she had sadly learned to do growing up, she hid all the worry in the back of her mind.

He didn't listen or maybe he didn't want to.

So Y/N simply moved closer, challenging his growing temper, to seek some warmth and his lips in an uncertain kiss. Saw him look at her almost suspiciously for her reaction, studying before reciprocate the kiss and sliding his hands down her thighs. Close, felt their breaths slowly mix in the silence of the dark house and that warmth she had found too late, growing from the most vulnerable part to her chest begging for comfort.

- You matter to me – she reminded him in a heated murmur, forehead resting on him, swollen lips touching, eyes burning for something that went beyond words.

She didn't really care about anything else. They could have been anywhere, surrounded by anyone or in utter desolation and Y/N would still have searched for those eyes. They were her firm point, he was her person. The thought of it terrified her, but she was done fighting and pretending. Roman was everything for her, she had nothing else anymore and she wanted, hoped... he would understand that for that exact reason they couldn't give in. They had to stay together, as a pack, mates.

She saw his gaze lingering on her lips, rising then to meet her eyes, two brown pools now dark in the dim light of the room. Felt his fingers gripping her hips, digging into soft flesh with possession, domineering and lust, marking her skin to claim and force her where she already was.

- Then you gonna be there with me, as you should – he demanded, resolute and despite fighting with everything her head suggested, Y/N nodded to please him again, letting Roman finally crash his mouth against her, satisfied.

They would find a way, they would find a solution even if it seemed difficult, they could do it together, but in that moment Y/N just needed to feel him close, just for her, far from all the noise and problems that awaited them out. They could give themselves that moment of rest, cherish it and Y/N rocked on him, moaning into his hot mouth as their bodies inexorably warmed up. His tongue was insatiable, ready to devour and intoxicate her with his good taste, thrown into a fight that she didn't even dare win. She preferred to let him have control in those moments, while her fingers made their way through dark soft locks, scratching the back of his strong neck to once again elicit that raw growl that vibrated through his broad chest into her bones. Felt his hands slide deeper, grasping her ass, encouraging Y/N to move her hips, pushing on his boner which was quickly answering to juices already wetting his pants.

She had stopped wearing panties when they went to bed a while ago and now was even grateful. She would bear nothing but the feeling of his hard body against her, pressure building like a blessed torture as he guided her growling for her to ride him shamelessly. Y/N had been trying to slow down and control herself for months now, so as not to give in to the heat of their bond, stay with feet on the ground and mind clear now that everything was falling apart, but it was an inexorable descent faster every time Roman touched her. She clung to him, feeling one of his hands travel up under her shirt to roughly grab one of her breasts, his calloused palm rubbing her sensitive nipple making her squirm. Her body had always been hyper-reactive to his attentions, but now she had fallen into a spiral with no exit. Y/N yearned him like a castaway for salvation and in moments like that the need mixed with something more, something that Y/N had never felt for anyone else and her she-wolf fought to make her whisper.

Tell him. We need him. Our mate. Tell him.

- My pussy wet as fuck hm? You need me, don't you? – he said voice like velvet, breaking their kiss and motioning for her to raise herself just enough to sink easily into her cunt – Ima fill you up good, babygirl… don't worry. Aint going nowhere and you'll be stuck with me.

The heat caused by his intrusion had already forced Y/N to open her mouth without being able to speak back, but the sudden thrust of his hips quickly accelerating to pound her almost made her cry. Hands tightened on his shoulders, eyes narrowing with each thrust and then opening as the wave of heat rose from her belly, sending her entire body into flames. Bouncing on his lap, she felt Roman moving his hand from her breast to give her a sharp slap on her ass, he did it one more time drawing a moan and then move up to her throat, to squeeze it just enough to bring tears to her eyes. Quickening the pace, in the frenzy of their moment, Y/N began to confuse the her own pounding heart with the slick sound of bodies slamming together. Her mind becomes more clouded by the second, ears filled with Roman's growls and threatening promises like dark spells ready to tear her soul and climax away. Confused between pleasure and desperation, she held him to her as he held her by the throat, twitches of her wet center uncontrolled amidst the panting of both of them that grew angrier. Room around flashed, throbbing like folds around his cock, impregnated with smell of their bodies, air charged and heavy, saturated with sweat and lust, with a mix of their smells.

They were racing with no intention of slowing down, as if the only goal was to consume, melt and crumble thanks to the other one. Y/N end came sudden and violent between a sloppy kiss and a particularly insistent push on that soft point on which Roman loved to rage without any mercy, fast, powerful, in a strangled moan that made her bare feet tingle, rising in an electric discharge up her legs to a sweaty body, chest begging and hot face. She closed her eyes, grabbing Roman's arm for her life, throwing her head back and then immediately hiding her face on his shoulder because he wasn't slowing down, he wasn't even giving her a moment to breath and she had already went over her limit. Heat kept growing and shake her, causing Y/N to lose all contact with her surroundings, ears ringing as if she had been underwater, body still crying out for more while Roman pounded furiously. Stunned, she stood abandoned in his arms, letting him have his way as he wanted, until something made her eyes widen, pushing her to gasp.

- R-Ro- she tried, because his hand had somehow left her throat, to grab Y/N by the back of her neck and tilt her head to the side.

He was holding her by her curls, beard scratching her hot neck, tongue ready to lick away sweat from her sweet pulsing weak spot to prepare it.

- Easy, stay still – his breath against her skin, so close, pushed Y/N to stiffen as much as his words – I'll be gentle, ssh…

Roman had never pushed, he had never held her like he was doing at that moment and feeling his teeth on her flesh sharper than usual, Y/N wriggled away.

- Don't - she tried again, feeling him tighten his grip, slowing down his thrusts, another hand moving to her wrist.

Why he was acting like that?

- Don't panic, its me – he reassured her, words heavy, attitude raising for her reaction and she planted her feet, her only free hand tapping on his bare chest.

It was him, Roman? Was it really him that one? Suddenly Y/N wasn't so sure and ignoring her wolf pleas, confused between the sense of discomfort and desire to give in, she pushed again to put some space between them.

- Y/N

- No, not like this! – she wailed and when finally managed to slide away from his legs, Y/N saw him jump up with a growl.

The crash of the coffee table froze her on the couch, eyes wide as she watched him pant in anger with clenched fists, body stiff. Still dirty for their moment, but with her mind completely clear now, she watched him stand there trying to regain control in a heavy silence she hadn't felt between them in a while. Roman rubbed his face, rolling his large shoulders, rocking his head and even though she was shaken, something in Y/N's chest tightened following the imperceptible direction of his gaze across the room, where she had put the ulafala away.

Did he want to mark her to prove a point? To have full control in order to not go through what had happened with his family? It was that?

Mate…

She moved her eyes to his hand, the one would have grabbed to calm him, to bring him back to there with her, the one she always found on herself for any reason even the stupidest, the one Y/N had learned to want, but a second too long passed and her hesitation was enough for Roman to quickly settle down, deciding to walk out of the room without a word to leave her again.

***

Uncle Afa was a man bent by age and illness now. When him and his dad stopped traveling around the country, he opened a gym in a recreation center on the eastern outskirts of the city where family had settled. He only trained their people at that time, city folks didn't want to set foot among savages, but his uncle ignored comments like his dad, dedicating himself heart and soul to the pack. Roman remembered going into that place the last time when he was sixteen, probably with the twins, to put on muscles that had grown bigger on their own later and fill his stomach always asking for more. The gym was different now from then, it was larger, it had incorporated buildings next door and it wasn't dusty at all. There was a sign, clean walls full of photos and articles, in the central one there was also him, right at the top.

They had organized the meeting there to have a neutral place, a place that represented everyone, a symbol of the pack values as the Elders demanded. Yet sitting at the head of the table in the gym hall, with the attention of many of his blood just beyond the threshold, Roman kept undaunted watching that perfectly framed photo at the top of the wall. He was there to talk, ready to prove his worth even if it was thanks to him that that picture had a wall to still be on, if that gym existed after his uncle's family had spent almost everything to pay the national healthcare system, if the next generations would have a place to go or eat like he did. He acknowledged his family efforts, but all of them would have been still in that dusty past of mediocrity if Roman had not taken everything into his own hands knowing he was more than what the world saw.

- Don't try, don’t think about it, I wouldn't do it if I was in your place - he heard Jimmy warn, blocking the wise man from trying to come forward to break the silence of their meeting that had already started a few minutes ago without a word.

Roman heard him clear his throat anyway, but payed no attention until Jey, the only one sitting besides him and Y/N, decided to cut it short.

- I don't have any piece of paper with me – he announced, rubbing his hands on his legs.

Roman eyed him silently, slowly tilting his head and Jey shifted in his seat, face so serious as he settled himself better to speak.

He could broaden his shoulders and give himself as much tone as he wanted, but he would never be on his level, he would never be like him and it was evident. That meeting was ridiculous, disrespectful even.

- It's just between us for me. Families have nothing to do with it – he explained, quickly nodding to whoever was outside the door – Same for Solo, he's my brother... and Y/N, she's family too. He disappears with you though and won't set foot in the packland again as long as I'm here. – he concluded, pointing to the wise man who didn't even manage to mutter his disappointment before Roman burst out laughing.

He’s crazy and dumb.

His hoarse laugh echoed throughout the entire empty hall and he didn't bother to hide it or hold back, simply running a hand over his beard to regain control only after a while. With the entire family's eyes on him, he knocked the table with his hand, eyeing his cousin once more.

Jey. The little soldier Jey. Roman had tried to keep him close, to teach him how things worked, because he loved him and still he didn’t get it. Not a single thing. Anything at all.

He persisted with his speeches even a few days before the moment which Roman would have removed him from the family, putting everything on the table to play the good pup. He wanted the title, he wanted to chase him away, but he was willing to vouch for his family anyway, for Solo who had kicked him and even Y/N… as if there was only one scenario out of all the ones imaginable in which Roman would have left her if not as a deadman or it would have allowed him to realize the ideas he had in his dumb head. He still thought the problem was him or the advice the wise man had given him to stay on top, he thought he could keep his hands clean, not involve anyone and he didn't understand that the situation they were in already, was the exact reason for which he would never have survived in Roman’s place.

- You're wasting my time – he said, giving him an annoyed smile.

Jey didn't reply, cashing in without even a nod. He was good at cashing in, Roman acknowledged it, it was his talent, perhaps his only one, but it still wouldn't have been enough against him. He might be determined and willing to fight him one more time, but it would be no use. Roman had no limits and had learned over the years and blows what was needed to kept the role he had.

- Whoever will standing at the end decides, tha’s the deal, the stipulation. There's nothing else to say – he established, tone suddenly deadly heavy.

There was nothing he wasn't willing to do or lose to keep what was his.

He saw Jey nod, imitate him and stand up and in the silence of the room leave the table to join him. Face to face to each other, he stared at his reflection in his cousin's dark eyes, the ulafala still around his neck as it was in the photo of him on the wall and as it always would be. He squeezed Jey forearm and allowed that even if the bond between them no longer existed, their wolves shared a final breath.

Blood of my blood. Brother. Traitor.

When the air left his lungs again to fill them with the stale smell of the center, Roman let go without hesitation, Jey imitating him in a perfect mirror. However, was he who turned his back on his cousin this time to go away first, ignoring the wise man's sad look and those of the rest of the family outside waiting. Y/N who had been on the sidelines the entire time, unexpectedly joined him, her back straight and face betraying nothing as she took her place next to him. Roman didn't comment, there was nothing to say.

Two weeks and he would have control again. Only two weeks before moving on.

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humiliation. degradation. pain. the man is a bonafide masochist. like do u know how down bad u gotta be to be expecting some mean and nasty sht to get said to u and when it doesnt ur disappointed? lmaooooo cody i want better for u, pls seek help😩

Spiral. (Non-Stop Mentality.) | Part 1

Title: Spiral. (Non-Stop Mentality.) | Part 1

Story Type: Kayfabe Based.

Part: 1/2 (with intro)

Author: Ink. 🖤

Fandom/s: WWE

Characters: Cody Rhodes

Characters Mentioned: Roman Reigns.

Pairing/s: M/M (Cody/Roman)

Synopsis: Cody doesn’t know where he’s going, but he knows where he wants to be.

Rating: 18+ M: Angst, Humor, Rivalries, Pining, Swearing

Note : Sequel to Breakdown. This is a Kayfabe based WWE story, meaning that it takes place in the wrestling verse. The events in this story take place after Wrestlemania. This is a complete work of Fiction. I do not own anyone or anything in the story. 🖤 Credit for part of the title goes to Zeromancer, as that lyric is in the song “Raising Hell.”

Intro

Your (Cody based) Playlist:

1. “Ghosts” - Scarlet House

2. “Do You Wanna Get High?” - Weezer

3. “The Love Machine” - Varials

4. “(But I’m Still Here)” - Evans Blue

5. “Somebody Told Me” - The Killers

‘I’ll still be better than you.’

Wide awake in his bed somewhere around 3, still very much three sheets to the wind, Cody stares at the newly won title he’d draped over a chair in the far corner of his hotel room.

‘I’m gonna miss whippin’ your ass .”

For the entire night, Roman’s words had been replaying themselves in his head.

Over, and over again.

Future tense.

It was making him think.

Why was it that Roman kept foreshadowing some kind of departure in the ring that night? He kept using the future tense.

Was he making good on all those threats he made about walking out if he lost at Wrestlemania?

It couldn’t have been that easy.

It took Cody years to pry that title out of Roman’s hands. Years. That power hungry lunatic cheated, lied, and almost destroyed his own family over it. He sacrificed his body and a good portion of and his mind for it.

The man had an ego the size of Jupiter. Spite, violence, and winning were what soothed it best when it was bruised. This wasn’t the kind of accolade that Cody was allowed to achieve without Roman making it his business to make him regret pursuing it. His thing was retaliation.

There was no way that Roman fucking Reigns would let him beat him for anything and allow him to just live in peace.

It wasn’t in his shitty little vindictive nature.

So where the hell was he, and why wasn’t Cody currently regretting his entire existence?

Was Roman holed up somewhere with Heyman, coming up with a way to blindside him?

Was he even still in Philly?

Why wasn’t he on TikTok mocking Cody’s victory speech, and where were the snide, dickhead comments about the way he carried the title?

And why was Cody lying in bed, beating himself up over the prospect of Roman leaving when the one of the points of winning the match was to end his reign of control over the WWE?

Well, that probably had a lot to do with the fact that his thoughts were being steered in the wrong direction by tequila, mixed feelings, and his dick.

Which Cody resented.

This was the same person who made it his mission to destroy and humiliate Cody in front of the whole world. For fun. He was the orchestrator of almost every single attack on him on the road to Wrestlemania.

Roman wasn’t some dreamy love boat, He was a tyrannical maniac that got what he deserved.

Cody needed a grip and some sleep before he started giving in to questionable thoughts provoked by alcohol consumption.

He shifts around onto his side, pulling the blanket back up around him.

‘Fuck it, I’m gonna ask him.’

Inching a hand under his pillow, Cody blindly feels out his cellphone.

Like that one.

He could’ve just gone to bed, but no.

He just haaaad to poke the tribal bear.

Bring on the prequel to WWIII.

Pulling his phone out, he taps the screen and lets out a frustrated groan into his pillow.

“I’m an an idiot.” Cody mumbles to himself as he squints at the screen, struggling to type his password out.

He fails twice, but manages to unlock the screen after slowly entering the letters on his third try.

Swearing under his breath as he navigates to his contact list, Cody wishes he would’ve taken not being able to unlock his damn phone as a sign.

He had all the intentions the world and nothing to say.

What could he even say?

Sorry for taking the one thing you valued most in this world?

Sorry for offending your entire lineage?

I don’t know why, but I think I need to see you again?

Cody chews his lip as he scrolls the seemingly endless list of names absentmindedly, forcing the memory of Roman’s long, skilled fingers sliding in between his ass cheeks to the very back of his brain.

It was probably best that he kept things simple.

His body reacted everytime he so much as thought of the Roman’s name, he was already well on his way to “complicated.”

Pressing his thumb down to hold his place when he catches sight of Roman’s name, he taps it once to open up the text screen.

“Don’t be…weird.” He coaches himself quietly, as he composes his message.

When he was finished, he squeezed an eye shut to focus his vision, read it over once, then pressed send.

Fast.

Cody R.: U said u wld miss fighting me what did u mean? R u leaving?

It took ten seconds and three manic rereads for him to start hating himself.

He sounded like a dumb teenaged girl. ‘So do you like me? No like, do you like me, like me?’

Cody lets out a disgusted groan and smacks his hand against his forehead lightly a couple times, squirming in embarrassment. “Or not, whatever…”

He doesn’t know why he bothered to even do this. It wasn’t like he expected Roman to respond and want to hold some sort of light hearted conversation with him.

His gaze falls back on the belt.

‘Especially after last night.’

…But it couldn’t have been enough to make Roman want to quit.

Right?

Wanting to rip his throat out was one thing, but quitting?

How could he just quit?

‘He’s not gonna quit.’

This couldn’t be him quitting, Cody refused to believe that it was.

Because Roman was a liar.

That’s what the sick bastard did. He lied.

He was lying when he told Cody that he wouldn’t be at RAW the night he and his cousin teamed up to attack he and Seth, and he was lying now.

He lays there for moment and stares at the clock. “Goddamn lia-“

*Buzz*

Cody’s heart jolts in his chest when his phone vibrates in his hand, and he shoots up onto his elbow. In a fit of mindless panic, he throws it down, smacking it off the side of the bed.

He cringes at the sound of it hitting…something.

*Buzz*

Then he lets his head hang, rolling his eyes shut with an irritable sigh.

‘Real smooth.’

“Shit.” Cody hisses, scrubbing a hand over his face.

What the hell was he even doing? He felt like such a moron.

*Buzz*

Cody’s head lifts warily.

Inching to the edge of the mattress at the pace of a snail, he lays on his stomach and reaches down to feel around the floor.

“Aha’ing” when his fingers hit something hard and smooth, Cody tucks his pointer finger around it and drags the recovered phone toward him.

After plucking it up it off the carpet, he uses the floor for leverage and pushes himself back upright with a grunt. Letting out a string of hushed expletives, he flops back onto the bed and taps his phone screen twice.

Sure enough, there was a two message “text preview” with Roman’s name on it.

He’d texted him back.

Roman had actually texted him back.

Scolding himself mentally when his stomach does that annoying fluttering thing, Cody shakily unlocks his phone.

The message thread he started with Roman floods his screen as soon as it clicks.

Roman R.: Good morning, idiot.

Roman R.: Are you trying to tell me that you’re having a stroke or something? Is that why you’re typing in code like an illiterate middle schooler that got left behind twice?

Gawking at the screen in a combination of relief and shock, Cody rereads the first text.

Good morning, idiot.

As he rereads it for the second time, slowly, a strange sense of comfort starts to creep up on him. The familiarity of Roman’s tone through the text message was soothing.

He’d been expecting him to “one word” him or something, but…he hadn’t.

Cody reads it again.

Good morning, idiot.

The tension that had been trapped in his shoulders starts to melt away.

The message may have been nasty, but it wasn’t malicious or threatening. It was just Roman being himself.

An asshole.

Good morning, idiot.

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Cody snorts out the breath he’d been holding hostage and shakes his head. “Guy’s a complete and total prick.”

But he didn’t hate him.

Cody’s lips twitch, threatening to twist up into a grin.

It was a good start.

He’d take it.