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a private roleplay blog, MONEYWALK is an independent roman reigns portrayal. all content will follow a strict kayfabe structure, where threads have a plot-based leaning and focus on stroyline completion. im and inbox are open for discussion, discord available upon request. mun is 21+ and explicit content may occur / triggers rarely tagged unless asked; discretion is advised. standard roleplay rules reply. deeds, est, any pronouns.
rollins blog : @egoforge / sideblog : @brassringed
not to say i've been in the throes of a mental breakdown or anything, but ya deeds has been in the throes of a mental breakdown. through this whole mess, i've made #decisions. gonna go ahead and remake. gonna put all my eggs back in one basket. gonna be a little more ~selective. goooonna focus on more thought out plots. gonna eat an apple. gonna drink some water. gonna NOT let my brain get the better of me. gonna put down the glock. blah blah blah, i've needed some space and i'm not gonna be very chatty for a bit. sorry if i stressed ya out. that's just my ~thing i guess.
incoming mssg . . . [ 📲 ] you never text first. i can’t tell if you hate me or if you’re playing hard to get.
contact : @turpitudae
↳ sent / i'm a busy guy. sent / maybe it's a bit of both. sent / where you at ?
incoming mssg . . . [ 📲 ] which emoji makes you think of me?
contact : @sevenbulletsavior
↳ sent / 🗣️ sent / you talk too much.
she never intended for this to happen. though she's never been the type to shy away from embracing her sexuality , a fling with roman was never in her cards. that's what she tells herself , forces herself to believe. though , to pick apart her brain would indicate otherwise. it would show an admiration for the champion , an attraction to his confidence , a respect for his arrogance. above all , a desire for him in a biblical manner that would be best if repeated.
sitting up in the bed , she watches as roman leaves to shower. as much as she wants to join him , she stays put and mulls over the situation. given time to think , she panics. jackie decides then and there that this meant nothing and can't happen again. that's what she tells him once he's re-entered the room. his reaction isn't what she expects. she expected an agreement , expected a laugh or some form of confirmation that he also felt nothing but a fleeting lust between them. it's not received.
❛ roman . . . c'mon. don't be like that , ❜ she acts as though he's being unreasonable , but she knows better and knows he's justified. ❛ don't act like we're star-crossed lovers or something. we work together , we get along well enough , but this? this was simple lust , no matter how enjoyable. that's it. ❜
she's asking him to be reasonable. asking roman to look at this for what it was and not the flag - staked grab for land he'd wanted it to be. laying claim. he knows better. always has. knew that this was as fleeting as it should've been. but—— when'd he become so greedy that jackie's plea for common sense falls on deaf, frustrated ears ? gets lost in the sound of knotted laces and soles hitting the carpet emphatically.
" that's it, huh ? " thrown back over his shoulder, he does her the favor not to make eye contact. prefers to lose himself to his shaking head and a scoff. where he can talk under his breath. make an argument for himself to sift around. " oh that's it cause she done said that's it. " dark eyes widened, it borders on mocking. rolls over when he stands.. when roman tugs at the drawstring of his pants and adjusts the hem of his jacket once done. tug it down. put himself back together so there'd be no questions asked by prying eyes. no reason to think anything had happened outside of the fleeting visit she'd decided this was.
" got me fucked up, you think i'm about to be some booty call. " he can hear them, now. can catch his cousin's laughter. the chime dwayne would put to his name. roman's in the throes of his tirade when his phone, silent on the nightstand, springs to life, alight with that devil on his shoulder, turned up for thought alone. he could wait. find something to tide him over until the chief wanted to give in. " that how you want it to be ? " not hopeful.. not really. but his question bears a weight nevertheless. it stands up, tall, in the face of an alternative. what he'll not name if she'll not have it. " i walk up outta here as some notch on your headboard, best believe that's all it'll be. "
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attractiveness:
repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.
personality:
grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.
how likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex / he wishes.
level of friendship:
never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.
first impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
current impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
moxley is asked closer and so he slides closer, the length of their bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin ⸺ 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 where he finds a comfortable spot between roman’s arm and his body. chin comes to a rest on the other’s tattooed shoulder, ocean eyes on the features he’d kissed seconds ago. fuck, it’s tempting to go for it again. “ nah. not fussy. you know me, brother. “ this time stresses the last word . . . provocative, teasing. annoying. the way things are when he is relaxed.
“ probably wasn’t that close to taking ya out [ . . . ] with how quickly ya were up and made a run for the shower. “ repetition of years and years of being together ⸺ roman up and over in the bathroom as soon as his legs allowed it, moxley with resistance following solely because of what they were doing now. the post sex bliss shared by lovers. the cuddle he’d forever claim he didn’t need, want, enjoy. ( but he does enjoy it. ) “ you implying you caught me already ? i can be up and out that door if you wanna find out. “ though there is no real attempt to roll out of the sheets. instead, moxley leans over roman more. tips of their noses almost touching.
baby blue meets deep and dark brown. “ ‘m here, babe. 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓, huh ? “ though it was nearly impossible. unless . . . experimentally, a hand sliding lower over roman’s chest and tight abs, feeling the soft skin there, playfully index finger circling around his belly button there.
that he chuckles has less to do with what jon says and more so what's implied. " alright, alright.. point taken. " no one else could make him concede so easily. raise hands for a submission that's limp and quick to fall back down over sheets and shoulder alike. settle into a place of comfortable relaxation, dark gaze a sliver of a thing as he rumbles away, mox still stirring his pot. " don't go playin' with me, you know i ain't about t' run up outta here after that meal. " nails will leave perfect little crescents. they'll dimple a pretty pattern and go red over pale skin, just how he likes. all the more incentive to punctuate it with a drag. a circle.. roman's all but signing his name by the time he's looked down at him.
it's not as striking as it once was, his breath doesn't lurch or get lost... but he does hold it. faced with all that blue, he has no choice. roman's coaxed by a nudged nose into position for a kiss that doesn't come. it idles, presents itself, and shifts just out of reach. what deserves the flare of his nostrils. a frown that borders on childish. that's new. petulant ; adopted from a newfound lifestyle of wanting for little, that jon makes him wait ? that he makes him work for it ?
—— it goes against age old lessons not to play with his food.
" finna bust them knees and then them cheeks, you keep it up, " chase him down. sniff him out from whatever city he wanders off to. whichever motel six he holes up in for the night. there's no collar around moxley's neck and roman'd not have him with one. but there's never enough time. not when games are played and— and he brings it upon himself.
mox could bulk up all he wanted to, but the grip of tanned fingers, sunk into a beard gone scruffy, will never not empower him. how he can hold tighter. pull nearer. he can make demands of a mouth that can't stop grinning and dig up the kiss he'd waited for. spread it thin with a tongue that sweeps.. prods... pressed into teeth like a knock at the door.
you can call me the number two all you want. but after wrestlemania day one and day two, i will be THE one. nobody will be able to stop me. not no tribal chief and certainly not the final boss.
" sounds like something a real good number two would say. " it's cheeky, roman's got that shudder in his belly.. the flutter of what could be mistaken as butterflies in the wrong light. " you best bring that attitude with you in two weeks. won't do for you disappointing me all over again. "
shower. for our muses to shower together.
there'd been a time, many years ago, when roman'd balance the give with his take. when he'd known patience and the gentle way his fingers stroked another. but there are callouses now. not on those delicate pads, still soft in how they smooth down karen's shoulders.. but in how they grip. how they make the demand for her to move nearer the stream that's steamed up the room. tilt her head back.. back...
roman's guidance bears a generous lather that'll leave her smelling like him for the rest of the day. it'll run through her as he does those strands. a place between blonde and red, both winding with the ease that has him torquing her head at the angle he wants. she's tall, but not tall enough. he still needs to crane to taste her mouth and the tinge of shampoo that's slicked her skin.
" you got plans tonight ? " innocent. it's close enough, at least. implies an interest without barking commands. he's learned over the weeks of this cat - n - mouse game that the more pressure he gives, the more she'll wander away.. the more karen will turn her nose up at a chief's roar. luckily he's gotten good at adapting. knows how to shape a situation to suit him, over time, and then.. well, the graze of his nails down the subtle arches of her spine, en route to easily cradled hips, preach testament enough. " best cancel 'em if you do. " / @sevenbulletsavior
as unintentional as it'd been, roman's slip from the bed isn't taken with haste. he doesn't race to the shower, nor the exit, but rather, he idles, there, in the space between both ( and her ) for a long, thought out minute. hot water will do the body good. even if this hotel room lacks the amenities of his own, that rush clears the fog from the evening and, what's left.. what's left is a slow breath, casual steps, and a hard - eyed stare for her trouble.
' last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right ? '
" yeah ? that how you see it ? " wet hair is pulled tight, tied back and out from the way of a face angled with stiff jaw and dark eyes. jackie will find little leeway in what he offers. how roman slides back into a tracksuit that'd been hastily stripped only hours ago.
" you think i run around, gettin' my dick wet just for the hell of it ? " whether he wants an answer or not, the fact that she's already given one isn't lost on him. it won't be shaken for his want to and, despite the weight of him, there at the foot of her mattress, back to her and fingers working their way around laces, roman's focus is everywhere but his jordans. " there anything else you wanna say before i bounce ? " / @nofinalgirl
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attractiveness:
repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.
personality:
grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.
how likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex / he wishes.
level of friendship:
never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.
first impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
current impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
the problem has always been that roman's attention is divided. it would always be the one thing that festers, sends seth into a spiral, the idea of roman being able to focus on anything other than the long lashes batting against cheeks rounded from a smile that you couldn't remove with the jaws of life.
" would you have answered? " the question tastes more bitter than intended, a slow gaze trailing up over lips he'd now been denied, a consequence he knew would supercede his actions when he agreed to this set-up. this ruse. " don't be mad that you got played at your own game, daddy.. who knows you better than me?" daring to enter the space where heat radiates from the steam rolling off of the tribal chief, he flicks his tongue between gapped front teeth, assuring that he certainly has roman's attention now. all he's ever wanted, all that he swung that chair for a decade ago -- those eyes solely on him. " you mad?"
" tch, played ? i didn't get played. " good as he's gotten at lying over recent years, there's no curbing the edge of what he gives now. how it lacks the bravado to claim itself truth. seth would know without confirmation just how deep those roots have dug already. far enough he can feel them, there, tickling at the core of the pyre he's stoked several times over already. got the flames licking high enough they ought catch in his eyes, now. more the reason to close them as his head shakes. ignores how near that proud little voice as gotten. " what's there to be mad about ? "
cockiness can give way to arrogance without trying. forges a misguided frown over thick lips that aids in the display. " what, i gotta be pressed cause my boy's out there playin' with my trade ass cousin and that goofy american loser ? " hammer meet head ; the thought crawls a skiddish course up his spine. it tries and fails to make him shiver, however. does better to situate itself in a gaze now flicked open. watchful as seth grins and cheeks and makes a spectacle of himself, as always. something pretty that'll distract him, eventually. once roman's walked the fine line of his resentment and decided there were spoils to enjoy despite being shown up. " nahhh.. " drawling on, the rejection warrants the sudden touch. grazing fingers that catch either side of an open vest and pull it shut, " who you showin' off for, huh ? "
his arms a place she wishes to be her home. a place she wishes to stay, rest her head on his chest, close her eyes, feel the weight of his heavy arms hold her down and ground her when all around them was loud and busy AGAIN. but behind the closed doors of half expensive hotel rooms and sometimes his or her home ⸺ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. just them being hidden from the outside. from him. from jon.
“ i can tell. “ renee mumbles but sinks into his frame regardless of the verbal resistance. tip of her nose pressed against naked skin right where it dips above his collar bone. same collar bone she’d sunken her teeth in desperately in an attempt to push back the sounds he’d squeezed out of her with each second of love making they had shared. “ it would be nice if we could go on an actual date. “ the reason for her pushing. spoken clearly. spoken without HESITATION. if this was just that for roman, if sex was just sex ⸺ it wasn’t for renee. and he needed to know regardless of [ . . . ] consequences.
she berates him softly. words he could have ignored under different circumstances harbor heftier fines the longer she lingers. the tighter he squeezes. renee speaks and roman listens and listens and—— " yeah ? you wanna be pampered, baby girl ? " he doesn't intend to sound patronizing, but his tone can't help itself. won't stem the flow of mounting frustration in spite of him. the agreement that'd stipulated he'd handle mox. he'd be the one to break news and watch the betrayal dawn up close and personal. what he'd earned the first night he'd touched her. kissed her. fucked her. broken a code even he'd once lived by. " think he'll go for my nose or my teeth ? " both more expensive than he'll admit.
it's supposed to bring levity but, still, there's that pit. the knock on his stomach walls. the tap tap tap where something anxious and circling bounces from side to side. it's got his nerves in a chokehold. it squeezes as he does her, now. tighter. until he knows she'll not see his expression harden. sink. roman presses his frustrated features into the crown of mussed blonde hair he'd fisted only hours ago. nuzzles there with a generous inhale and, finally, a release. not all the way, he's not ready for that, yet, but something small. something that can be misconstrued as idle or caring under certain lights. neither of which are inaccurate, but, above all else, it's selfishness what holds renee hostage. tucks her against the heat of his torso.. the circle of strong, insisting arms. " you don't gotta go yet. " to catch her flight, yes she did. " call out sick.. get 'em to put someone else behind the mic for once. "
he can always feel it coming from a mile away.
like molten lava, roman's anger drips all over him, warms him even before he has eyes on him to see where the heat is coming from. or why it's simmering. roman is always a pot ready to boil over, liable to set everything ablaze if seth doesn't somehow get in there and shift that dial down to zero.
"you tell me a lot of things, big man." there's a smarminess behind his eyes, a smug expression that hides itself behind feigned innocence and wide, blinking brown eyes. pigeon-toed feet are all confidence and no shuffle, bold steps towards the samoan that show no fear, never have, not even when they should. "no kiss? no 'hey baby'?"
seth knows what he's doing. it's something that's always differed between them. that knowledge. that self - assured saunter roman'd had to teach himself over the course of many, many, failures. and, if asked, he'd say it was one of his favorite things about him. most nights. the ones where he hadn't leapt to aid the enemy. gotten into place beside someone else. " no kiss. " definitive and unwavering, that declaration.
the closer he draws, the higher roman's chin raises. the darker brown eyes get. he's the image of a man counting his options and, once arms have crossed, folded tight over his chest in a defensive posture, he's all but confessed to the anger he won't tap. if not for the sake of seth, then for the sake of a locker room he's in no mood to cough up money for. " thought we had an agreement. " lines in the sand ; the sort you didn't cross. where one gold strap didn't meet another. where his attention didn't need to be split and—— " y'know, sometimes i get the feeling you do this on purpose. " lighter, still weighted with condescension, but.. but roman's adopted a grin. " could'a at least called. "
