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[galina1987blog]

Chief vibes only 🤍!

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[the-wrestling-cave]

The true heir to the Tribal Chief.

The one and only, Main Event Jey Uso!

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Petition to get solo a new towel like bae I think it’s done 4

😭

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[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Samu Anoa'i being proud of his cousins. 🤗

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

All Falls Down - Chapter 12: The Finale

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Kiyana woke up the next morning in a good ass mood, her pussy still tender to touch. Joe had wore her ass out in the best way possible. She let out a tiny moan as her pussy clenched as she thought about all the nasty shit she and Joe did last night. 

“Fuck,” Joe groaned out “This pussy do fuckin good.” he groaned into her ear before burying his face in her neck, sucking a bruise into her carmel skin. Kiyana moaned as she raked her nails down his back, leaving red marks. “You know this my pussy now right?” He grunted, hips stuttering, close to his climax. “ Ain’t never letting you go.” 

She sat up in the bed, still naked when Joe walked into the room dressed in his workout gear holding a bag of takeout food in one hand a styrofoam cup of orange juice. 

“I’m surprised, you’re up.” He said in a cocky tone, causing Kiyana to snort and roll her eyes. “I gotchu something to eat.” She thanked him and took the platter, doing a little happy dance when she saw he got her french toast - her absolute favorite. Kiyana noticed as she took her first bite that he didn’t have anything to eat. 

“Not hungry?” 

“I am.” He smirked, “just in the mood for something else.” He said, eyeing her hungrily as she set her food container to the side and removed the sheets off her body. 

“So, what you gon do about it?” She asked, smirking and cocking her head to the side. She let out a shriek/laugh when Joe pounced on her, attacking her neck with kisses. 

Josh sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his discarded phone on the floor. He didn’t even know how long he'd been sitting there. All he knew was that he was numb and he was hurt. Josh knew he didn’t have a right to be hurt, because he cheated first. But for Kiyana to run to Joe of all people? It stung, it stung a lot.

He reached down and snatched the phone off the floor, glaring at his lockscreen. The picture of him , Kiyana and their kids staring back up at him. They all looked happy, he remembered when he took that picture of the five of them. 

Josh had just picked up Kamari from school, Kaiden was sitting on Kiyana’s lap acting like the jealous baby boy because Kairo was getting ‘all the lovin from mommy.  Josh remembers just standing by the living room entrance just watching his little family and he knew then, he had to break things off with Shanté, he wasn’t willing to give up his family for her.  But that was then and this was now. He could forgive Kiyana if it was anybody else, but Joe? His couisn.. nah he didn't think he could forgive her for that.

Uh-oh, Kiki. We got company.” Joe chuckled as the bus pulled up to the back of the arena where the superstars entered. Kiyana stood from the couch and walked over to the window, letting out a sigh as Josh stood, leaning against the parking sign that had ‘Reserved for Roman/Joe Anoa’i’ written on it. He was angry, his jaw was clenched, arms crossed tight over his chest and he was muttering to himself. 

“You think he knows what we did?” 

“I know he knows.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who had an indifferent look on his face. “He deserved Kiyana.” 

“Leati, what did you do?”  She scoffed, grabbing her bag and trying to walk off the bus but Joe grabbed her arm, stopping her. 

“Does it matter? “ He was confused as to why she was mad at him. “Y’alls marriage is over Kiyana.”  Kiyana narrowed her eyes at Joe and snatched her arm out of his grip. “He deserves to feel the hurt you felt.” Kiyana ignored him and stepped off the bus and stood face to face with Josh, who tried to move her out of the way. 

“Imma deal witcho’ ass in a minute.” He growled, lip curling in disgust as he looked at her. 

“Hey!” She yelled, “ Josh stop!” She exclaimed as she tried to block his way onto the bus. 

“No fuck that Kiyana!” He screamed back. “How could you Key? With him of all fuckin’ people? And y’all had the fuckin’ nerve to call me!” Kiyana reared back as if he slapped her. How could she? 

“How could I? No, how the fuck could you Joshua!” Kiyana was pissed off now. “You cheated on me, your wife first!” Joe called Josh while they were having sex?! She glared over at the bus where she could see Joe  looking at the two of them out of the window. 

“And I apologized!” He boomed back, bringing her attention back to him. “I apologized and we agreed we would work through it by going to therapy with Dr. Anderson.” Kiyana scoffed and shook her head. 

“That was until I found out you were planning on actually leaving me to be with her! I gave you everything! Gave up my career so I could stay home and raise our kids while you traveled all over the world! And you gave up twenty-three years for someone who has slept with multiple of your coworkers. You gave your family up for some slut.” 

“And you slept with my cousin so what does that make you?” 

Kiyana gaped at him and Joe decided it was time to intervene but  just like the day before ,Josh couldn’t control himself. He put all his weight into the punch, knocking Joe back into his bus, shaking it. 

“You supposed to be my family!” Josh wasn’t stopping until he hurt Joe. Not even when the arena security came over and tried to pull him off of Joe and when they pulled his arms behind his back cuffing him, Josh started stomping on Joe the best he could. 

As he was pulled away and placed in the cop car, he had his eyes on Kiyana the entire time, she wanted him to hurt, wanted him to feel the pain she felt, wanted him to feel like his heart was being ripped from his chest.. And she succeeded. 

About two hours later, Josh was finally released from jail, with a hefty fine and a 2 week suspension. He sighed as he saw Kiyana waiting for him. 

“Whatchu’ doin here Key?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. He was ready to go home. To get away from everybody and everything. 

“Just get in the car, Joshua. We have a plane to catch.”  Kiyana was already told about Josh’s suspension and took it upon herself to get all his stuff from his hotel room and surprisingly get him a ticket on the same flight she was on to go back to Pensacola. 

As they were driving to the airport, Josh couldn’t help but stare at Kiyana, his wife. His loving, caring, heart breaking wife. 

“How am I suppose to live without you Key?” He whispered and Kiyana cut her eyes over at him before looking back at the road. 

“I don’t know Josh.” She whispered back, “How am I supposed to live without you? How am I going to raise the boys without you living in the same house?” 

“I’m sorry Kiyana.” He said, not caring about the tears now falling down his face. “I fucked up so bad.”  

“I’m sorry too. About sleeping with Joe.” He winced and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. 

“I can’t live without you Kiyana. So I'm willing to forgive you and move on from this.”  Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows and pulled over to the emergency lane, putting on the hazard lights. 

“What Josh-” 

“I am willing to forget and forgive you if you never speak to Joe again.” He cut her off, finally looking over at her and meeting her eyes. “Can you do that?” 

Kiyana was confused as hell. In her mind the marriage was over, there was no coming back from both of their infidelity. He had an affair for four months and she slept with his cousin who he had considered a brother… She started to shake her head. 

“Josh we can’t” 

“Kiyana, please. I’ve been witchu’ all my life and I can’t, I can’t live without you so please.” She stared at him, mouth opening and closing as she tried to answer him. She could live her life without talking to Joe. It wouldn't be hard but she also knew how petty and vindictive her husband could be so,did she want to spend the rest of her life with him bringing up her sleeping with Joe everytime they had an argument? .. 

“Kiyana, please.”

Could she go back to living her life with Josh pretending they were this happy ass couple? 

Y'all know I love cliffhangers lmao.. WELP. This is it. The final chapter.

Once again I want to thank each and every single person who has showed love for this story. I will forever love you guys.

And don't forget, THE SEQUEL IS ON THE WAY!

Do y'all think Kiyana stays with Josh? And if she does will it be too hard for them to move past all of the infidelity?

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[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Family Feud (Preview)

❤️❤️Author's note: A little preview of what's to come. Be prepared! P.S. Idk wtf this edit is I made but chileee, bare with me. xD

Warnings: sexual content, vulgar language, DNI if you are not 18+

What happens when you constantly ignore your husband for your favorite gameshow and he gets tired of it? Stay tuned to find out.

“First things first, no shouting answers until I finish reading the complete question. Number two, you do exactly as I say. Trust me, it will be better for you not to go against my commands. Three, if you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing. However, if you get a question wrong, you remove an article of clothing. Last and finally, until the game is done, you do not leave this room, understand?” he instructs, staring at you with almost absolute hunger and desire. 

“I…well, I-“ he cuts you off again, raising his hand.

“If you don’t understand, you soon will.” He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before clearing his throat.

“Alright, we’re going to do this decently and in order. Ready?” he asks as you nod.

“Words, baby, words,” he says, awaiting your response.

“Ready.” You say, your heart already starting to pound with nervousness.

He clears his throat again before rolling his shoulders back, getting into his acting role. You loved seeing him switch his persona every now and then. The man deserved to be in a damn movie with how well he could switch things up.

“Welcome to Family Feud, Miss Anoa’i. I’m your host, Joe Anoa’i. Welcome to the show. Now we’re gonna get right into it. The top four answers on this answer card are in my hand. Here we go. Name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?” he asks, holding the card in his hands, licking his lips as his eyes bore into yours.

A slight tingle went down your spine as you pondered the answers to the obviously suggestive question. 

“Umm….paper?” you say, unsure what kind of naughty answers were written down on the answer card. However, you didn’t want to get distracted by your mind being in the gutter; you really wanted to win. 

“Great answer Miss Anoa’i. That’s five points on the board and removal of my tie.” He says, putting your points onto the blank dry-erase board before removing his tie and tossing it beside his feet.

“Alright. There are three answers left. Again, name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?” he says, cocking his head to the side.

You ponder your options before answering him again, “Clothes!” 

He lowly giggles to himself, nodding his head. 

“You know, I didn’t expect you to get these answers right so quickly. Clothes are correct. That’s 14 points and the removal of my jacket.” He responds, writing your additional points on the board and slowly removing his jacket, looking you in the eyes as he does so.

Gosh, it was getting hot in here, and the game had only just begun. You know this wasn’t a traditional Family Feud, but damn, you were starting to love this already.

“Great progress so far, honey. There are two answers left. Give it to me.” He says, rolling his shoulders back, looking at you intensely.

“Ummm….hmmm…I don’t know. Uh….oh! A book!” you say excitedly, clapping your hands together. 

He shakes his head, impressed by your knowledge, before he goes to the board and gives you 10 points. 

“You’re doing so well. Okay, last answer. And this one is tricky, so you better get it right. Otherwise, that top is coming off, baby.” He smirks, kicking off his shoes and letting them flop beside his tie and jacket.  

You shift slightly in your seat, the thought of getting the answer wrong making you a little excited at the thought of taking off an article of clothing. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if, by the end of this, you and your husband were bare-naked and fucking like animals on the couch.

“U-um what about….a phone?” you stammer, your cheeks starting to feel flushed upon his gaze.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, baby. I will allow you a little mercy and give you two more attempts before you grace my eyes with those voluptuous breasts. Final answer, give it to me.”

He says lowly, his eyes shamelessly traveling down to your breasts covered by the floral blouse you wore to work today.

“Umm…food?” you ask rather than answer, unsure what the last possible answer could be. 

Your husband grins at your oblivion, shaking his head as you are now on your last and final attempt at a correct answer. He was starting to grow a tent in his pants, and he’d only hoped you’d be doing something about that pretty soon. He wanted nothing more than to have that ass bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, and he was pretty sure it’d be happening very soon. 

However, he did want to at least attempt to finish this game before he completely wrecked you on damn near every surface in this house. You two hadn’t fucked on the couch in over a month, a new record for you both being that you’d do it anytime and anywhere without shame.

Unfortunately, with both of your busy schedules, time wouldn’t allow it. That, and the fact that you’d indulge yourself in television on your days off, leaving him no option but to become best friends with his right hand. His cousins often joke and credit his highly improved and precise Superman punch to the hand sessions he’s been forced to partake in. And it was all your fault.

“One more strike, baby, and you’re removing that top.” He says, biting down on his lip.

“Furniture?” you answer as he smirks, rubbing his hands together.

“Sorry, but that is incorrect. The number one thing that might get ruined if it gets wet….……your pussy.” He smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. You damn near moaned out loud at his lewdness. Of course, that would be the top answer. How could you not know that?

“You got it wrong. I’m a little surprised you didn’t get the answer correct. I mean, how many times have I made you wet? And how many times have you been absolutely ruined because of it? Now remove that top baby, you know the rules……” he demands before licking his lips again. 

You immediately do as he commands, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. You were sure your blood pressure would be through the roof by the time your husband was done with you.

“Good. Now. Round two is gonna be a little more intense. Ready?” he questions, peering over at you in just your pencil skirt and heels. 

“Y-yes…..” you stammer a response, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“Next question……..name something people suck on.” He smirks, awaiting your answer.

@romanstheory​ Making sure I tag you in this fren.

If anyone would like to be tagged in my writings, just lemme know. ❤️❤️

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[thatone-girly]

BLOOM MOODBOARD

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Meya Anoa’i (OC)

SYNOPSIS: After an injury, depression, and adding a new addition to their family, Meya, alias Mercedes Evans, prepares to return to the ring at the upcoming Royal Rumble.

CHAPTERS:

ONE - pending…

TWO - pending…

THREE - pending…

PLAYLIST/RECOMMENDED TRACKS:

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe #Spotify #shannon thornton

[galina1987blog]

Roman hugs Paul after the match 🥹❤️!

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[caramelcleopatraa]

iv. SUIT & TIE

word count : 1,400

x : hey y'all, its the owner of The Bank speaking! Finally got this shit finished, and I'm halfway into part 5 already 💋 Here are the playlists loves! I will actively be adding to these as the story progresses. We got ms. plot in the building as well xo

content : Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive

Playlists 💋 Spotify Apple Music

“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere

‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’

You let your nails drag across his chest. “Am i gon’ have to worry about her fucking up my shop?” 

“Nah, she all bark no bite,” Roman says, looking down at your hands. “She’s not that petty or jealous.” You look at him with your eyebrow raised. ‘For him to be a ladies man, he should know how petty bitches are. ESPECIALLY when it comes to a man.’ “I hope so. I don’t wanna deal with yo’ loose ends,” You say, getting off of him and standing up to pick your bottoms off of the floor. 

“I got my shit together girl. I already told you i’m not fucking with her. She’s only around me cause her daddy likes my money.” ‘Money? Who’s her dad?’

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“The couples are finished.” Aahkilah yells at you from the otherside of the door. Both of you get dressed and clean up the dressing room. You were about to walk out of the room until Roman grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You were going to question why he pulled you away before his hands rose above your head. His hands firmly smooth down your hair and fixed some stray hairs. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He handled you with such care and delicacy. You tell him thank you and he responds with a short hum.

 You open the door to greet your clients. Gio and Madison are working as cashiers, ringing both of them up for their suits and dresses. Jey and Jimmy are putting in their payments while Talia and Trinity are talking. “Girl come over here real quick!” You hear Talia yelling at you to come over. From the tone in her voice, you couldn’t tell what this conversation was going to be about. However, you wouldn’t be in the dark for much longer. “Wassup?”

“Girl you ain’t hear?” Trinity says looking at you with a confused face. You shrug your shoulders and replied, “I be busy. Enlighten me.” “There’s a new family trying to replace the Anoa’i family.” Talia crosses her arms and sits into her hip. The blank expression on your face says everything. The Anoa’i family has been managing Florida for decades. To challenge them would be like walking straight into a turf war. Apparently, someone wanted that war. “They’re offering hella bank tryna take their spot too. I wonder if that shit’s fake… or a bluff maybe.” 

“They’ll take that offer back when they realize who they’re messing with,” You mutter to your friends.  Even your family didn’t dare challenge them, because they’re smart enough to know it’ll go every other way but good. Your family, the Semele’s and the Anoa’i family have always been on good terms. The Semele’s don’t own turf however, they are known for having access to a lot of things most mafia’s don't. Your family is known for being suppliers of information, stolen goods, weapons, you name it. So if Reigns is being threatened, that means you could be in trouble too, since everyone knows these two families are tightly tied together. A power duo, if you will. 

“You’re not worried about this?” Trinity’s face is laced with concern for you. You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your eyes. “This could just be a scare tactic, and those don’t work on me,” You said confidently as you gave them a reassuring smile. 

“That’s not something for a pretty lady to worry about. I’ll handle it,” Roman says, looking straight into your eyes. Goddamnit, those eyes. Somehow they made you so flustered. His presence was enough on its own, but his stare was so damn powerful. You were ashamed that someone you had only met an hour ago was making you so giddy and out of character. The tension between you two was thick, and everyone was starting to see it. “You gon’ let me handle it?”

“Well you're not gonna let me handle it?”

“It’s not your problem,” Roman says sternly, deading the conversation then and there. You walk closer to the cashier desk to talk to him directly. “Is this your way of caring for me?” Roman smirks at your comment. “When I said I'd take care of you, I wasn't just talking about that pussy.” Gio and Madison’s jaws drop at his comment. You could see them looking at you through the corner of your eye and you knew you would have to explain what he meant by that. You couldn't hide the smile forming on your face. “You like that?” You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was smiling. You could hear it all in his tone. “Boy, I’m not playing with you,” you say, walking away, still wearing an existing smile. Roman laughs to himself and hands Gio a stack of cash.

“Neither am I.”

You finished another successful busy day. A shit load of fittings and pickups. Roman had someone pick up all of their suits and dresses, which completed all of your custom orders for the day. Finally, a chance to get off of your feet.

“Ummm what the hell was that this morning?” ‘Ahh shit’. You internally roll your eyes. Eventually, they were gonna bring it up to you. Maybe trying to play dumb was not the best decision on your part.

“What was what?” You innocently bat your eyes at the two ladies. “The smile off you had with your private client. Don’t tell me something went down after I dropped off your drink,” Madison says, sitting down in the swivel chair next to you. You almost muttered a snarky comeback when you were hit with flashbacks from this morning. How he spoke to you and how he touched you kept replaying in your mind. A pool between your legs was forming just from the thought of him. 

“Oh he definitely put it down.” You are quick to defend yourself just as Gio says, “You’re over here in lala land! And at your job too!” Gio acts shocked and puts her hand over her heart and lets out an exaggerated gasp. You hit her in the side and shy away from their investigating eyes. The deafening silence was telling the truth for you. 

“Well we didn’t fuck.. But he did eat my pussy,” you shyly said, still looking away from them. You didn’t have to look at them to know that their mouths were wide open again. What you didn’t know was those open mouths turned into wide smiles. “Ok! Ms. CEO gettin some head! Was it good?”

‘WAS IT GOOD? GOOD’S AN INSULT’ “Um…” 

Before you finished your sentence, Madison interjects with, “Musta been, you looked like you were in a good mood today too. Especially after Roman’s fitting” You regrettably looked back in their direction and saw Madison wiggling her eyebrows. You lightly shove her away from you and stand up. “No, the fitting went well with no complications. That's what I was happy about.” You attempt to defend yourself, but you should’ve known that it was falling on deaf ears. Madison and Gio help you close down and lock up the shop. Of course, Madison had to tell you her two cents before going your separate ways. 

“Look at you smilin-”

“Shut up.”

Welcome to your new addiction

Hi guys, back with part 4 and the playlist that you guys wanted. As always comment and tell me what you think <3

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[joesanrio]

They’re here | R.R

Summary: Ever since Nova had the baby, they’ve only gotten a hand full of visits. But now the whole family gets to see the golden baby.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || Established relationship

Warnings: Uses real names, Baby cries, BabyDaddy!Joe, and that’s all bcs it’s just a big pound of Fluff.

Word count: 1047

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: I’ve been writing so much new stuff that I keep forgetting abt the two drafts, they'll come out eventually.

Part one: Want to see her? | Fluff

@bakugoumarianawrites (sorry for the wait)

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“What did you do to my baby?” I gasp when Joe walks in holding the baby with a small mohawk, “She thinks it’s nice, don’t you Lala! See.” He coos at her making her squeal. All I did was ask him to bathe her, not be a hairstylist. “Mommy!” She reaches out when Joe passes her to me as he goes back to the bathroom to get her lotion.

“You don’t have to lie baby… we both know you had no choice.” I whisper to her before smoothing her curly hair down as she leans her face onto my chest and continues to let out a random babble.

He comes back with her lotion, and I finish getting her dressed for the day. “We are matching, you look cuter though.” I smile as I admire her in her cute outfit that’s the same color scheme as mine.

We were going to a cookout with family and a couple of close friends at Jon and Trinity’s house, “Oh look at my princess!” Joe exclaims as he picks Nalani up from the bed. “Lala!” She points to herself as he nods amused at her little voice.

I leave the room to pack her bag with all her necessities and about three toys. “She has her stuff animal, right?” I shout from the other room down the hall, “No, It’s in the living room.” I heard him reply.

“Alright, everything is ready.” I say as I toss her bag onto my other shoulder and Joe comes down the hall holding the baby. When passing the living room, I stop to grab her plush hello kitty off the couch.

“Don’t be sassy with me Nalani, you know my joke was funny.” Joe chuckles as she looks unamused at her father. She squeals loudly when she sees me with the toy, I hand it to her, and she immediately hugs it while Joe sets the alarm.

[Jon and Trin’s House 3:45pm]

“Is that Lala!” Trinity exclaims when she opens the door revealing the music and chatter of family, before she scoots to the side so we can enter. “It’s been forever since we seen her!” Jon said coming around the corner fixing his hat, before giving us a hug. “Jayla has been asking when y’all would be here, all damn day.” Jon joked, making us laugh.

We all headed to the living room where some older members of the family were at. “Oh, I remember when you were a baby, now you have one of your own!” Joe’s great Aunt smiled as we greeted her, “She’s beautiful. Looks just like Nova.” She winked at me before sitting back down on the couch.

 “Isn’t she so big now!” Trinity said as Joe placed the car seat on the corner of the couch, “Bae! Look at her dimples.” Trin said pointing at Nalani’s cheek. “She is only 7 months old. Tell them you’re still small!” I coo at my baby as she immediately smiles, unbuckling her from the car seat.

Joe and Jon already having their own conversation as I pick her up, “Girl! Your body definitely snapped back huh?” Trinity had me spin for her. “You think so?” I smile as I follow her to the outside patio, “Girl yes, your waist is like whoop while you booty is like boom!” She creates sound effects with her mouth causing me to giggle at her silliness.

After greeting everyone, I was finally able to sit down. “Auntie Nova! I can watch Lala for you?” Jayla requests as she clasps her hands together, “I don’t want you babysitting! You should go have fun.” I smile, but Jayla pouts. “Please! Look- she totally wants to go with me.” She begs as Nalani almost falls out of my arms trying to get to Jayla, “Okay, but whenever you get tired bring her back to me.” I say as we pinkie promise, and I pass her the baby. “We are going to have so much fun!” Jayla smiles before heading back in the house.

“Here…”  Joe says coming up from behind me before sitting down in the empty chair on the side of me, he hands me my favorite drink. “You look gorgeous.” He whispers in my ear with a small smile making my heart flutter, “Thank you.” I kiss his cheek before he goes off engaging in a conversation with the rest of his cousins.

“Where’s the baby?” Trinity asks coming back from the kitchen with a glass of champagne, “With Jayla.” My head tilting towards the house. “Tamina and Mercedes drove together, so they should be here soon.” Trinity mentioned as she looked at the time on her phone. The rest of the girls nodding as we began to talk about random stuff, and how much we missed each other.

--- 8:13pm

“Mommy!” Nalani cried as I tried to calm her down, she was never a big fan of loud noise when she was trying to sleep, but neither was I. “Oh my baby, I know.” I coo at her as she cries along my chest while I bounce her in my arms gently, “What’s wrong?” Joe enters the room concerned as it’s been a while since we first entered.

His eyes quickly fell onto the baby, “Why she crying?” he asked as he grabbed her from my arms delicately. “She’s sleepy but it’s too loud.” I say while looking in her bag for her pacifier, though she seems to be calming down now that she’s in Joe’s arms.

He pats her back gently as he goes to sit down on the bed himself, “See, you’re okay.” He whispers to the now sniffling baby. “Oh, so not fair.” I whisper as I playfully glare at Joe, in return he sticks his tongue out at me before grabbing the pacifier I handed out to him. “Don’t be a hater because she’s a daddy’s girl.” He places the pacifier in her mouth, “Whatever.” I giggle before sitting beside them.

Not even 5 minutes later, she was knocked out on Joe’s chest before he laid her down in the make-shift pillow barrier I created so she doesn’t roll off the bed. “She’s just like you.” Joe whispered as he looked at Nalani with small hearts in his eyes.

Nalani’s Nickname: Lala

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #joe anoa’i fluff #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns fic #wwe superstars #jey uso #jimmy uso #trinity fatu #the usos #wwe x oc #wwe roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #joesanrio

[hookhausenschips]

Call me a hater but continuously seeing the trailer for Iron Claw and hearing them say the Von Erich family is the best family in wrestling history is a bunch of bullshit. The Hart Family and their extended family (British Bulldog etc), shit the fucking Anoa’i/Fatu family tree they’re all better than the racist trash of the Von Erichs. DUSTY RHODES AND HIS SONS!!! THE BRISCOES! Okay I’m done

#iron claw #von erichs #hart family #bret hart #owen hart #umaga #roman reigns #dwayne johnson #yokozuna #rikishi #cody rhodes #dusty rhodes #aew #wwf #wwe #wwe lb #wrestling lb

[architect-2015]

For the world to see.

Genevieve Heyman and Roman Reigns are the couple everyone wants to be.

Married in 2014, the couple have had a non stop life since, a reality TV show, a first set a triplets: Koa, Layla and Elle.

You’d think the couple would stop having children after that, Joe being on the rise to be the top dog in the WWE having a full time schedule and Genevieve being the head of creative backstage, the husband and wife duo are very busy people so it came with a shock that Genny was pregnant again, with another set of triplets!

Aveline, Levi and Max were born in 2019, the boys Koa, Levi and Max were inseparable, independent and the wildest kids you would ever meet. Whilst the girls Layla, Elle and Aveline were complete daddy’s girls.

The family showcased a lot of their home and family life in a reality TV show called Behind the curtain.

The show had given an opportunity to show the world how much the Anoa’i family has grown since the debut of the Wild Samoans: Afa and Sika.

————

“Good morning!”

The episode starts with Genevieve, Levi resting on her hip, descending the stairs. Joe is stood over in the kitchen, cooking up his famous blueberry pancakes for the children.

“Mum, dad said that Uncle Jon and Auntie Trin are coming today!” a very giddy Elle ran up to her mothers frame, wrapping her arms around Genny’s waist.

“They are baby, so that means you’ve all got to go get changed out of your pyjamas. Aveline, mummy will come help you with your hair once she’s spoken with daddy.”

With that the 35 year old women sends her children up the stairs.

Walking over to the stove, Viv stands behind her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his broad back.

A sigh leaves her lips, Joe immediately notices this. Turning he takes his wife face between his hands.

“What’s wrong baby girl?”

“Hmm, I’m just feeling a bit off. Threw up when I woke up. I think it’s because works a bit stressful right now. Wrestlemania is coming up so i’m trying to work out all the final details with storylines.”

Joe nods in understanding, Wrestlemania is a stressful time for everyone talent and crew alike. Genevieve has a tendency to push herself too hard to create the perfect show.

“Well mama, how about me and Jon take the kids out and you and Trin can have a chill girls day, see if that helps you feel any better.”

“That’s sounds wonderful, thank you.” Ending the conversation with a kiss, Genevieve walks upstairs to go tend to her youngest daughters wild hair. Joe turns back to the stove to finish breakfast.

————

Trinity and Genevieve are sat on the lounge chairs in the garden of Joe and Gen’s Tampa home.

“Girl are you okay, Joe said you haven’t been well?” Trinity question the women across from her.

“I’m just not feeling like myself, i feel so like sluggish and just tired. I’ve been throwing up and i’m just so bloated. It’s really not what i needed this week.”

This week was crucial for Viv, she had to make Wrestlemania perfect.

“Genny, when was the last time you were on your period?”

Genevieve’s face instantly pales, she was late.

“Oh shit Trin, i’m late.”

————

“Obviously me and Joe are already parents, and it’s the best thing in the entire world. Becoming a mother has made me a better women in many ways, but already having two sets of triplets and having the work schedule like me and Joe have can prove difficult. I’m grateful for my friends and family who help out with babysitting when needed. If i am pregnant i’m just hoping it’s not more triplets!”

————

A pregnancy test sits face down in Gen’s bathroom that is currently occupied by Trinity. Having had the trust of revealing the result to an anxious Genevieve.

An alarm rings out through the bedroom indicating the time to wait is over, in one swift movement Trinity flips over the rest.

A light gasp exits her mouth followed by one sentence.

“Mama, congratulations you’re pregnant.”

“Of course i’m happy to be pregnant again, and no matter how many children i have the feeling of overwhelming joy is indescribable. I know Joe will be ecstatic when i tell him the news.”

————

It’s been a week since Genevieve found out she would introducing a new life to this world, to their family and she was yet to tell Joe.

A romantic dinner was set up with the intention of being the location of the reveal. Joseph sat across from his beloved wife, a steady conversation drifted between the couple.

“Baby i have something to tell you.” Genevieve muttered to her spouse. No matter how many pregnancies she has had, sharing the news always made her nervous.

“What’s wrong baby girl? are you okay?”

“Joe i’m fine, i’m really happy in fact. Handsome, you’re gonna be a dad to another little baby” She shyly placed the test in the table.

Joseph quickly stood up and rounded the table to take his wife into his arms.

“Baby i swear down if it’s another set of triplets i’m gonna murder you” was the phrase he was met by, slightly muffled by his shirt, he sensed the humour in the statement.

“Baby girl, we’ll have to wait and see.”

————

The pregnancy of Genevieve Anoa’i has been going fantastic, she was very familiar with the feeling of morning sickness and her loving husband was very familiar with how to help.

Revealing the news to Paul was a highlight, the short man burst into tears. Paul and the Anoa’i family had a very close bond even before the romance of Geni and Joe so the pride he felt in a new addition was worth the tears.

Many backstage moments were showcased on the show, the twins arguing over who the best uncle would be, Trinity convincing Geni the baby should have a mini ‘feel the glow’ outfit.

Hunter and Stephanie were such inspirational characters in Genevieves life so to find out baby Anoa’i would be named in honour of them caused Steph to become a blubbering mess!

————

“Baby Anoa’i will be named after both Stephane and Paul/ Hunter. Since i joined this company they have truly helped me in many ways and trusted my ideas to help further the WWE and i’m truly grateful.”

“You say the baby will be named after both of them? so a first name and a possible middle name?”

“Oh no, both individual names.”

Geni’s light chuckle is what closes out the confessional.

——

“Good afternoon guys, my name is Doctor Hemp and i’m just gonna check on little baby if that’s okay?”

The segment starts out with the Anoa’i’s in a hospital room, a check up for the mum and the baby. A cold gel is applied to the pregnant women’s belly and the doctor begins the ultrasound.

“Oh my! would you look at that! you’ve got a healthy set of twins! how exciting!”

Genevieve’s head slowly turn towards her husband who is wearing a sheepish smile, it had been an ongoing conversation between the couple. No More Triplets and whilst twins is two not three Joe knows what she is thinking.

“Joe baby i love you, but twins. You and your family genes for multiples is killing me here.” He voice hold a tone of humour so Joe and more importantly the nurse knows she’s happy with the news.

Joes hand strokes his wife’s hair, his eyes glued to the little screen. Two little babies.

“At least it not more triplets.” That’s all that leaves Joes mouth seeing as he’s quite chocked up, he loves being a father, he gets to be a father to two more little kids.

A gentle laugh echos throughout the hospital room.

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Delia Stephanie Anoa’i and Jasper Paul Anoa’i were born on the 14th of July 2022.

The children are loved endlessly throughout the backstage area by many. The Anoa’i children will continue to be a part of the great Samoan Dynasty with many of Joe and Gen’s children following in their father’s footsteps.

With a family of the size of theirs, even with its high and lows, there will never be a shortage of love.

@bakugoumarianawrites

Okay i know this is shit but i had writer block for the longest amount of time and had no idea how to finish this. Feel free to use the request to write your own version!

#wwe x reader #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns x reader #wwe imagine #roman reigns fic

[zillasvilla]

MAYHEM : Chapter One

Summary: Two sisters deal with the harsh realities of living within a crime syndicate. It’s not all diamonds and money. It’s blood, sweat, and more blood shed that keeps these families in power co-written w/ @keyaho

WC: 5489

Warnings: Smut.Death.Killing.Minors DO NOT interact.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x OC Black Character ; Randy Orton x Black OC Character

Chapter One:

“Take off the shirt.’ Randy pointed to Ziva who was perched on his bed against the headboard and gold silk pillows. 

She looked up from his phone, scrolling through the dick pictures he had already sent her. This time she wore her pink lined glasses and bonnet, ready for bed as soon as he walked in. Except, he wasn’t ready for bed. He was partially dressed for it. Grey sweats, no shirt, commando beneath it, dick……was hard, but he wasn’t talking like he was in the mood for anything frisky. 

“What? Why?” 

Randy licked his lips slowly as he stared at his girlfriend. Her reaction confirmed his thoughts about her alternate identity. He didn’t need to see the black cobra stretching along her bonze skin, but he knew it was there and his desire to see it was of up most importance. 

“You have two choices,’ he says while clapping, ‘one, take off the shirt like I’m telling you or two, and I’d hate to do this one. I will come take it off of you.” He placed a hand over his heart. “You know I don’t like handling you like that.” 

Ziva had been frozen on the bed as her boyfriend spoke. His eyes never leaving hers and when his arms folded back across his chest, she knew she had little time to make a decision before he was making it for her. Randy wasn’t going to be nice about it either. She thought back to the last time he had to ‘handle’ her and she grimaced. The sex had been explosive, but between his big dick and the relentless thrusts, even after she was over sensitive, she hadn’t been able to walk straight for three days. 

“I just don’t know why you want me to.” 

Randy’s jaw clenched tight. “You want to do this the hard way?” He asked, slightly amused, ‘fine.” 

He walked towards the dresser next to her vanity and took off his jewelry; a gold chain he wore just about every day and his Rolex. Ziva’s heart began to thump hard in her chest. The massive viper tattoo on his back seemed to coil as his back muscles flexed. His neck, back, legs, and arms were covered in ink, but the one on his back was her favorite. She knew he knew why now. It was a massive tattoo she had clawed night after night while he was buried inside of her. 

Ziva slowly eased herself off of the bed. She wasn’t going to make it if she decided to run out the room. He’d just stalk her and the longer it took the madder he’d get. 

“Are you mad at me,’ she whispered, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt, his shirt.

“Should I be?” 

He took a step forward and she took one backwards. 

“I don’t want you to be.” She replied.

“Then you should have taken the shirt off when I first asked you to.” He scratched his newly trimmed beard. 

She had fully enjoyed that beard being between her legs this afternoon when he got home from his barber. While she was thinking about his wicked tongue, Randy dove across the bed, grabbing her by the waist as he came off the other side.  He hurdled the bed. His grip on the shirt was tight. 

“Randy!”

“No.” He pushed her against the wall and spun her around so her back was to him. 

He lifted the shirt, smacking her ass a few times after seeing it in a black thong. The thin material swallowed by her ass. 

He bends down and presses his lips to the back of her head. Randy slides his hand up the shirt and against her skin. He can feel the raised skin where the tattoo was. He gathered the shirt in his right hand and the back of her neck with his left. She was held against the wall as he lifted up the shirt. 

“My little Cobra.” 

“No.”

“What the fuck did you say?” 

Ziva bit down on the pillow between her teeth. There was a hole already and she was working on the second one. Heavy hands held her hips still. Randy fucked into her as she whined and kept her back arched. Bare, he hadn’t taken his hands off of her since revealing the cobra tattoo on her back. She’s been on her hands and knees for thirty minutes while he fucked her. Backshots so hard the bed moved. Her ass was sore from his hits and she could barely feel her legs. Randy was behind her, sweating as he rolled his hips forward. 

He was standing by the bed using his posture for balance as he talked shit. 

“You love when I fuck you like this,” he teased. “Pussy gripping the fuck out my dick, damn baby.” He playfully smacks her ass. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cried, reaching for the head board for something to hold on to. 

“You've been denying me,’ he says, slowing his thrusts. “My favorite position is watching you squirm on my dick. Just like this.” 

She had always said missionary or she’d ride him. He wanted to hit from the back and had told her so numerous times. He played along with what she wanted but now that her secret was out he was going to make this position a must do. 

“Not just this wet gushy pussy, but that back tattoo?” 

He ran his fingers along her spine just as the tattoo did. It was larger than he had expected, very detailed, and life like. Ziva’s body shivered at the delicate touch on her skin. Every part of her boyfriend was hard, the way he spoke, his presence, his hands, fuck his feet would be if she didn’t insist on getting him pedicures once a month. The hands currently running across her back were calloused and hard, worn with the many deeds he had done over the years. Some of them she’d seen and some she heard about in whispered conversations. Hands she would miss for the next five years. Hands she had to fantasize about after tomorrow morning. 

“Ran,’ she whispered, eyes shut as she bit down on her bottom lip. 

She was on the cusp of another orgasm as he pulled her hips backwards to meet his thrusts. Even in his haze, hooded eyes nearly shut at how she was gripping him. His hold on her waist tightened as his head lolled backward and a low fucccckkkkkk fell from his lips. 

“I know, I know, I know.” He hummed while pulling out. 

Ziva slumped to the bed at the loss but was quickly flipped over onto her back. She was pulled to the edge of the bed and her legs were pushed open. It wasn’t just the tattoo that made him more feral tonight, it was also the fact that he was going to be gone for five years in the penitentiary with a plea to avoid a RICO charge. 

When he took the plea deal he knew it was better than spending twenty plus years in prison and away from Ziva and his empire. He couldn’t leave her to run it or worse, watch as it was destroyed. Many prayed for his downfall. However, for the next five years he was going to leave Ziva in charge. 

Randy slid back into Ziva, watching her face as her mouth fell open from the stretch. He leaned over her, hands on the bed by her head and rocked his hips back and forth. He grabbed her face and brought her head up to his for a long kiss. He knew how much she loved that soft shit. He pulled away while keeping the rhythm she liked. Her eyes were wet with tears and his resolve cracked a bit. 

“What’s wrong,’ he whispered, hips still churning. 

The messy wet sounds she made as he fucked her told him how good he was making her feel. It sounded sticky and he would miss the sounds her body made for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hands under his arms and across his back as he moved. 

“I don’t want you to go,’ she moaned, turning her head into his neck as he stilled. 

Randy sighed. 

He turned himself in tomorrow morning. That had been a part of his deal so that he could tie up loose ends, make sure she was taken care of, and close out some dealings. He had been a busy man the past few weeks that he realized he hadn’t given her much attention. 

“I know you’d run away with me,’ he joked. “I have to go,’ he shrugged and resumed his thrusts. 

If the thought crossed his mind he wasn’t going to tell her that. Too many places he could take them and start their lives over. Right now, he was planning to take her to ecstasy again tonight. He wrapped and arm around her waist and pulled her chest against his. His other hand gripped the bed beside her head. Randy held her up at an angle as she clung to him, her nails scratching up his sweat slick skin. The reality of the situation hit them both as he emptied into her. He had edged himself the entire night, denying himself every time her orgasms squeeze his dick.  

“One more, baby, just one more.” He cooed. 

She tried to grab him, but his sweat made her hands slip as she cried out, thighs falling apart as she fell to the bed with him hovering over her. His hips wiggled between her legs as he nudged his dick back into her. His thumb rubbed her clit in slow circles, heightening his pleasure so suddenly, she clenched tight around him, body arching as her mouth fell open. Silent, her orgasm shook her body and Randy held her hips still until he was emptying his cum in to her. 

She felt his lips on hers as they kissed slowly. 

“Such a good girl,’ he praised. 

They cleaned up for bed and Ziva was curled around Randy’s body. 

The post sex flow felt like a haze. Ziva was half on Randy’s chest after their shared shower. He fixed the bonnet he fucked off and gave her another one of his shirts to sleep in. He was in black sweats now, leaned up against the headboard. 

“How did,’ he began, ‘how long have you been Cobra?”

“Since I was sixteen. I didn’t go by Cobra until my twenties when I got the tattoo.” 

Randy was quiet. Pondering the new information about his girlfriend. 

“Why?”

“I don’t think you want to know that.” 

He rubbed her back as she picked at the strings to his sweats. She was avoiding eye contact with him. 

“I’m asking.” 

Ziva took in a deep breath and sat up. She reached for the remote he kept on his left side and turned off the tv so there weren’t any distractions. 

“So my mom married this guy, not my real father, and I grew up with them. I was young when it all went down hill,’ she whispered, trying to find the words to explain the sound of zippers and cold liquid. 

“I was sold,’ she shrugged. “That’s about as simple as I can put it.” 

Ziva’s nose began to burn as she trying to stifle the tears. 

You’re honestly the first healthy relationship I’ve had. I ran off at sixteen. Stayed low for a year, they found me…well, I was betrayed, and I was right back in the house. Addicted to ecstasy and…..well, you can only image what my step father did when he got me back in the house. 

Randy listened as she spoke. He hadn’t been expecting this when he asked, but he knew she needed to talk through it. Carrying this type of pain wasn’t good for anyone and as much as he hated seeing her cry, he knew she needed to get it out. He placed his hand on her fold knee and she grabbed it instantly, letting out a shaky sob. 

I started killing when I was eighteen. I needed to eat. I was stealing and stuff, but I got caught. Spent fifteen days in jail and thats when I met the daughter of my first mark. He lied and put her there. I had overheard her talking about offing him when she got out. I offered. I mean I had the rage and anger to do it. She paid me a grand, well, her sister on the outside paid me. Then I started offing the men I was sold to. I still have four left and I’ve been warning them I was coming. 

“What,’

“The worst part is they don’t even remember me. I was just another kid.” 

Athena

I will make it so he never forgets me.

The sensual lyrics to Usher's nice & slow blared through the club's speakers. Paying customers were ordering drinks and getting their own chance to throw money at the dancing women. The center stage was unoccupied. Reserved for the main act of the night. The lights dimmed to signal for the main act of the night.

”Horny ass niggas” The Dj cuts the music, letting her voice be heard through the microphone. “Get your pockets ready. The main act of the night is making her return to the stage.”

The low glaring spotlights gain the attention of the perverted patrons. Their hungry gaze surrounding the stage. The mixed beat of Remy Ma and Cardi B taking over the vibe of the club. Behind the stage she adjusted the fabric that barely covered her breasts. She inhales deeply, praying to herself, but coming out on her cue. Her long slender legs came into view first. The catcalling, and whistles do little to ease her racing nerves. The music envelopes her mind, flowing through her body with each sexual movement she makes. 

“Give it up for the main-event. The showstopper. Ms. I don’t need no press…NYX.”

Nyx could never get over the way her best friend announced her name. A different level of admiration in her voice. She holds back her grin, focusing on the task at hand, which was attending to the male gaze. Her eyes zeroes in on one man and one man only. She doesn’t want to be too obvious, using the pole in the center of the stage to dance, her legs wrapped tightly around the silver metal as she circled it slowly. The little pieces of clothing leave nothing to the imagination. The deep red color suits her deep mocha complexion. 

Money was thrown on stage; tens, twenties, fifties and even a couple of hundred dollar bills. She was making more than what the other women were making. A pleased smirk on her face, as she got on her knees. The auburn strands of her hair, falling into her face with every slow crawl towards the lucky..unlucky man. His animalistic growl, making her feel uneasy. Nyx allows her body to sit back on her knees, running her hands down her body with each bounce she makes, putting on a little show. Her eyes flick up to the wall behind him. The mysterious person smirking at her little tease of a show. She bit her lip, winding her hips a little more, turning her back to him, slowly standing, putting her ass on full display for him. 

The hollers she got and the money thrown made every other woman green with envy. Her slick point to the man was a signal to someone. Nyx finishes out her dance, letting them get close, but they knew not to touch. 

“Let’s give it up for NYX!!” 

The groan of unisons, do little to persuade her to dance longer. A simple nod to her best friend as she exited the stage, allowing the attendants to sweep up the falling money. She ignores the snarling women, going straight to her bag, changing into the black jumpsuit and oversized sweater.

”Bitch, thinks she's all that, yet she workin’ here like the rest of us.”

A leather black duffle bag was dropped in front of her; peeking in through the zipper she smiled at the crumbled piles of bills. Two weeks of work for some was made in just one night for her. “Dusty wants to see you.” Nyx looks back at the guard with a displeased frown. 

“Tell dusty. This was one an-.”

”He said either come willingly or he’s taking the money you made.” The lanky attendant, being flanked by two of Dusty’s enforcers. There were two things Nyx hated the most. Don’t tell her what to do and don’t mess with her bag. Dusty just did two of those things in one night. She was already disgusted with him being front and center to her dance, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with the greasy pig of a man.

“I know the way.” She takes quick steps out the dressing room, black bag on her arm. The dingy, dimly lit hallway is a cesspool for nefarious activities to go unnoticed. Dusty’s bright yellow door, distracting anyone from the two large men standing post. Nyx knew what the man was up to and she wasn’t having it. Dusty loved women. He especially loved dark-skin women. He also didn’t take no for an answer. Nyx had made her time there scarce. She never lingered long enough to become another notch on his belt. 

“You know the longer you stand here, the worse it gets.” Nyx glances at the white haired man, the black security shirt clinging to his pale skin. The white lettering of his name is embroidered on the right chest pocket. KENNEDY. He was always the nicer one, looking out for the girls when they locked up for the night. 

“Preciate’ that  Kennedy.” She’s not new to how Dusty could get when you make him wait. He was always impatient. Often sneaking to the dressing rooms, if made to wait too long. Nyx, blowing out a deep breath, forces her way into the office. The musty stench of sweat and other bodily fluids filled her nose. The foul scent so strong her eyes watered. 

“Ah Nyxxie.” Dusty looks at her, a wide grin on his face, she counted more fatty rolls than the last time she saw him. She cringed at the nickname, hating the way it sounded from him. 

“What Dusty.” She forced herself to look at him, leaving the door open behind him to bring in fresher air. 

“Just want to praise you on your performance.” A stuttering lisp of words leaving his white stained mouth. “You gave me quite a show.” He focused on her little dance for him.

”Only doing my job.”

”Right..your job. You know what else entails right?” He stands using the cheap cotton tracksuit he was wearing as a napkin to clean his hands. She holds in a gag when his fingers run through his stringy strands of white hair, leaving wet residue on his fingers. 

“Dancing, striping. Private dances..” She trails off coming to the realization of what he was asking her. “This dance was a one and done thing.”

”You can’t leave without paying dues.” Dusty rushes his way to her, forcefully putting her against the wall. Nyx had never seen him move that fast. His greedy hands, not feeling good on her skin, preparing to leave several marks and bruises. A swift kick to his dick had him tumbling over. The quick second of freedom used to push him off her to the ground. 

The groaning man on the floor gains the attention of Kennedy and his partner, but neither of them make a move. They focus on the group of men at the end of the hallway. It was three against two. Kennedy could maybe take the smaller one with a mullet on. But the other two were triple Holly’s size and they would be out in a second. 

“I heard the girls leaving. Wanna make sure they get home ?” Holly, asks him. Kennedy liked the idea of living to see another day. Hands raised in surrender, they backed away from the door, slowly making their exit. The raspy panting, and groaning, triggers something in the men, rushing to the sound; a set of feet kick the door open. It dangles on one hinge still in the wall. The sight before him was a bit of a surprise to the men except for one. A pleased smirk on his lips. Nyx, oblivious to the way they came in, slowly pulls the knife out, watching the blood drip from the sharp tip onto the floor. The unlucky victim. dusty, writhing in gasping pain.  

“Bout time you showed up.” She steps over him. “Hey Jimmy. Jey.” she greets them with a smile, tossing her bag into Jey’s arms. 

“This him?” Jimmy points with a disbelieving laugh. “This the nigga that owe you money!”

”Alright Jimmy we get it.” Nyx was annoyed and ready to go. She looks at the quieter man, his taller height towering over everyone. His hard gaze fixated on the man holding his crotch in pain.  “He’s not worth it Joseph..” she whispers, grabbing his hand. She was all for getting your dues, but there’s always a time and a place and this wasn’t it.

“No.” He pulls his hand back, motioning Jimmy to pick up the old man with a snap of his fingers. As if he was a dog, Jimmy moved with a quickness, roughly pulling Dusty up to his feet. The man is now face to face with a heated Joe. It wasn’t the money he was pissed about, it was the audacity Dusty had to try and assault his girl. It made him wonder how many other girls he did this to.

“I was only coming for my money…” Joe starts. His hand grabbing the bloodied knife Nyx used on Dusty seconds ago. “But then, you put your hands on my baby.” The bloodied knife pierced the lumpy skin on his cheek, dragging it slowly down his face. Dusty squirmed and pleaded for his life, the salty tears from his eyes, stinging the fresh cut that would surely scar soon.

His stuttering lisp is ten times worse in fear. “I’m sorry…I-I’ll give you-.” The sharp blade pushed deeper into his cheek. The loud painful cry music to Joe’s ears. A fascinated daze in his eyes as he pulled out the knife, watching the gaping hole spurt out blood, everyone taking a step back to not get blood on them. 

“Joooseph.” Nyx whines when blood almost got on her new Air Force ones. 

“Hold on princess.” He wipes the bloodied blade onto Dusty’s shirt, the sweaty crying man losing too much blood by the minute. Jimmy drops the man on the floor, jumping back to avoid getting the bodily fluids on him. 

Dusty could only look on as he watched his life flash before his eyes, every dirty deed and evil sin he did finally catching up with him. The yellow lights, looking more and more white as the minutes went by. Joseph grabs Nyx's hand, moving her along with him to stand at Dusty’s side. He squats down, making direct eye contact over the man.

“I really should kill you cause you fucked with my money, and now you tryna fuck my girl?” 

He places the clean blade in Nyx’s hand, moving her to squat down with him. She hated being up close and personal during his teaching moments to the twins. It always ended with her in a pool of her own essence. His warm calloused hand closed her palm around the base of the blade. 

“I’mma let Nyx get the satisfaction.” He stands, stepping back to give her the space she needed.

She hummed knowing he was trying to apologize, not caring about the outcome of accepting or declining his ‘apology’; she stabbed Dusty in the chest, dragging it down his body. The men behind her wincing as if they were next. She stops when his body goes limp, proud of her work she stands, taking the now serrated knife with her after wiping it on the dead man’s pants.. A stoic look as she looked at her all too proud man.

“Can we go now?”  The irritation shown on her face from the moment he asked her to set Dusty up to now and for what, this janky ass strip club? Her main focus was spending time with him and their two-year old daughter Nailah and maybe get dicked down before he left for five years. Joseph, amused by her sudden nonchalant mood, tips his head towards the lifeless body. 

“Yeah. We can go.” He takes her black duffle from a stuck in place Jey into his left hand. Nyx struts out the office, ignoring her man who held out his hand for her to hold. He turns his attention to the twins. “Find the deed, and clean this up.” The demand gruffly left his mouth; a pointed glare directed towards them when they tried to protest. 

“Got it Uce.” Jey raises his hands. He hated when he let her kill somebody. She was always messy with it. Joe leaves without another word, his mind on the beautiful woman leaning against his truck. Her freshly blown-out and curled hair pulled back into a ponytail. The small pout on her face let him know she was irritated to no end. Any other time, he would make her wait, but he would regret it if he did. Joe takes long strides in her direction, standing behind her with a hand on her hip.

”Pretty girl.” He whispers in her ear; gaining an annoyed sigh from her glossed lips.

“Open the door.” 

His hand pulls on the handle, pulling the door open for her. She immediately gets in, closing it without looking at him. He nods, accepting the attitude. Nyx couldn’t stay mad with him for long. He didn’t make it easy with the way he rubbed her thigh while driving home, grazing her inner flesh with his fingers. His touch warmed her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. He had a way of making her feel weak with just his hands and she was going to miss it. 

The touching stopped when they got home, Joseph sending the nanny home for the night. She watched on as he picked up their giggling daughter, kissing her cheeks. She was his twin, the eyes, the nose, oh the ears. She loved their ears. 

“Let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” He talks to Nailah mostly, trekking up the stairs. Nyx takes her time, still upset at him for wasting their last night together. She picks up the random toys Nailah pulled out, putting them away. The time only got later as the moonlight shone through the windows. The deep animated voice is what draws her attention, a soft smile on her face while entering their room. He sat against the headboard with a clean Nailah; dressed in a red pajama sat nestled in his arms. She lets him enjoy this time with her, despite it being midnight, and not having a moment alone with him all day.  

The long shower she decided to take while he put Nailah to bed washed away the sins she engaged in, water and soap dripping from her rag onto her skins. The hot steam, curling her hair at the roots as it fogged up the bathroom. A sweet scent of mangoes filling his senses.

It didn’t take long for him to put Nailah down for bed. The wild two-year-old crashed as soon as her head hit the pillows. His focus was on the woman who had an attitude with him all day. The sounds of the shower running and her soft singing, leads him into the bathroom. The fog is doing little to hide her curves from him. Joe, like a lion locked on its prey, slowly strips from his clothes, the once neat and slicked back bun pulled from its hair tie. 

She was oblivious to what he was doing, hands rubbing over her toned legs as she bent down, to scrub at her calves. Joe snuck in his way in the shower, standing behind her to let the water soak him completely. 

“Fuck! Joe!” She turns to see why the water stopped, dropping her foot to the ground, flinching when he was standing before her, stark naked. “Don’t do that.” His hands reach out to grab at her hips, testing to see if she would put up a fight. 

“Sorry princess.” He whispers, pulling her closer into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, letting his lips linger as he mumbled into her skin. “You're still mad at me.”

The firm hold he has on her, doesn’t give room to move. She knew better than to fight him when it came to affection. She hated being touched while in the shower; he didn’t care. Her arms wrap around his neck, pressing her chest against his, her nipples hard at the warm, wet contact. “No..just upset.”

She had every right to be. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down her jaw, collar bone, to her shoulder, using his hands to map out every curve and groove of her body, painting a never-ending picture in his mind of her silhouette. The little dips in her hips to the tiger marks from birthing their daughter. 

“Let me make it up to you.” He pulls back enough to look at her. The brown irises of her eyes staring into his own. Using his hands, he holds her face, thumbs rumbling over her cheeks. She leans into his touch, eyes closing at the gentle affection. Soft, feather-like kisses were placed to the corners of her mouth. 

“Joseph.” She mumbles; her hands moving to grasp at his wrist. His warm lips find hers in a sensual kiss, asserting his dominance over her. They find themselves moving backwards until her back hits the slippery cold tiled wall. The water is like rain showers over their heads. His hold on her face, reaching down to grab her thighs. The immediate instinct to jump up, locking her legs around his torso. His assault on her neck, forces her head back with a soft bite of her lip.

”Gonna miss this.” He pulls back, to flip his hair out of his face and look at her. “Gonna miss you.” He pressed a long kiss to her shoulder, peeking up at her through his thick lashes. Her words a mumbling mess, succumbing to the pleasure of his girth pressed against her core. 

“Shut up and fuck me.” 

“Athena.” He calls out to her, using the name she was born with to gain her attention. Her frame was turned away from him as she dressed for bed. The remnants of their sexual encounter lingers on her mind. If she looked at him, she would surely cry. She does her best to avoid eye contact, picking up the not so messy room. It kept her focused on everything but him. 

“Yes Joseph.” She still acknowledges that he’s there. The avoidance he was receiving from her wasn’t cool. Athena knew better than to not make eye contact with him. Especially when he was talking to her.

She doesn’t notice the way he shifts back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. A furrowed crease in his thick eyebrow. He watches every movement she makes: putting away dirty clothes, straightening her side of the room, leaving his side untouched. 

‘C’mere.” A demand rather than ask her to come. The tone in his voice dangerously rough, almost daring her to not listen. There was a moment of hesitation before she dropped everything and walked over to him. “Good girl.” He mutters to himself.

Athena stops in front of him, letting his hands pull her into his lap sideways, arms engulfing her into a tight embrace.  

“I know I’m leaving for a while.” He mumbles into her head. 

She scoffs. “More like five years.”

”It was that or twenty.” He argues, pulling back to look at her. Those five years would probably feel like fifteen once he was behind bars. “Don’t stress baby.” He rubs hand down her back in slow motions. Fingertips grazing over the bones in her spine, feeling her body relax into his touch.  “Business was handled, I spent time with you and Nailah.-“

“Business could have waited.”

He chuckles. She was never fond of going with him on his outings, especially after having Nailah. She preferred staying home, and doing work from the house. However, she had to step up and run the business. He was entrusting her with his empire. 

Joseph believed she could do it. 

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[keyaho]

p. a witch in the plan

summary: every year the Tribal Chief makes his rounds around the different territories under his control, his family’s control, for decades. The scent of betrayal had made it’s way to him and he was going to weed it out before it had a chance to grow. during a trip to the hargrove conservatory, the Chief makes a discovery that changes everything. 

story themes: a/b/o dynamics, paranormal fantasy themes (shifting), romance, dom/sub relationships, werewolf lore, daddy kink (eventual), yandere!Roman, violence, dark themes (physical violence, racial slur usage, gore imagery, ect,) not your average werewolf pack and not your average werewolf story. 

warning: this story is not for minors under 18 years of age. 

He’d been standing in front of the large windows, looking out into the dark night as Cecelia Hargrove recounted financial statements to him. The Hargrove Conservatory for Omegas was just south of the Anoa’i Reservation. It was a place for the more, weak members of families. Orphaned, cast out, this boarding house had fed, clothed, and housed hundreds of Omega’s and never once did was the Headmistress questioned. Until now. 

She was standing on the side of the desk, flipping through pages like she had been asked when a hard knock popped her ears. She fumbled with the papers in her hand and resigned herself to opening the door when they fell to the floor. 

“Chief,’ Jey, one of Roman’s most trusted Betas, stomped into the room. 

There was mud on the boots, but not just any mud. Red clay. Cecelia swallowed and couldn’t keep her eyes off the floor where the red clay had stained her white fur rug. 

“You should come see this,’ Jey looked to Roman with an expression of anger. 

“It can wait,’ Cecelia said while going back to the desk. 

Unbeknown to him, her palms were sweating, the shirt she wore was suddenly too tight, and her nevers were on edge. Just as she spoke, thunder cracked the sky and a downpour splattered against the windows in an inconsistent, but pleasing, sounds. 

“We’re almost do-’ 

It was rare Jey cut off Roman when he was speaking. He held too much respect for his Chief to ever do so, but what him and his brother, Jimmy, found was going to make the Tribal Chief just as pissed at they were and there was no way they were going to let him leave without seeing it. 

“It can’t wait.” Jey looked to Cecelia. “She might cover it up as soon as we leave.” ‘

“There is nothing to cover up,’ she argued, though lying. 

That the Alpha could smell. Mingled with her lie was fear and they both smelled disgusting on her. HIs eyes flickered to Cecelia’s face. She avoided eye contact with him until a growl rumbled in his chest. He folded his thick arms across his chest and Cecelia unknowingly licked her lips at the move. Roman was an unmated and untamed Alpha, one of few in the region. He was muscular in all the right places, tall, with beautifully tanned skin. It was also noted how much weight he carried. As most Alphas were, he was very well endowed. 

Roman crossed the room, stopping only when he was toe to toe with Cecelia. 

“You want to tell me first?” He asked. 

“Chief, just go look. I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.” Jey stood at the door, arms crossed.

Sparing Cecelia one last glance, and chance to speak, Roman strode towards out the room. He followed the mud tracks until he came upon the back door. Attached to the kitchen, it led to one of two courtyards. As soon as he stepped from under the awning, the rain beat against his body, soaking his his before running down his neck and shoulders, his shirt sticking to his skin. He followed the sound of hoarse cries, until he broke through the shrubbery. He’d seen a lot in his life, but this was by far one of the more infuriating scenes he’s witnessed. 

Clad in only dirty panties and an over sized shirt was a woman he hadn’t seen before. Her prided himself on knowing all the girls that came through the conservatory, but she wasn’t ringing any bells. Jimmy was struggling with her. Her eyes swollen shut, mouth caked with dried blood, cuts along her thighs and legs. Upon further inspection she looked as if she had been whipped. The black shirt she had on was ripped. 

“What the fuck?” Roman hissed. 

The alpha took a step towards them, aiming to help, when he suddenly stopped. His head lolled back and he worked his shoulders to loosen the sudden tension in his body. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but he knew the meaning. 

“Get her inside.” 

“She’s chained to a post.” Jimmy pointed to the puddle of water. 

He grabbed a rock and threw it in and they both heard the faint thud as it sunk to the bottom of what he thought was a puddle. It was a hole. 

“Was she in there?” 

“I heard screaming over here, then nothing. I ran over and saw the top of her head. I had to yank out the pole,’ he points behind him, ‘these chains are old and rusty, I need a key to open it. I don’t want to crush her wrists.” 

“Help me,’ she choke, vomiting water and whatever was left in her stomach. 

“Get her inside.” 

Jimmy managed to snap the chain from the pole with his hands before he scooped up the crying woman in his arms. As he passed Roman, he was clasped on the shoulder by his Chief. 

“Prepare her ready for travel.” 

⧫⧫

He prided himself on his restraint. His caution. His respect for women. However, that pendulum had swung back, just the way his hand struck Cecelia in the face. Sprawled out on the floor of the basement, Cecelia spit out the blood pooling in her mouth. Roman stood there, bloody hands tucked into his wet jeans she pushed herself to her hands and knees. 

“I gave you a chance,’ he bellowed mercifully. “You had the opportunity to tell me what Jey found.” 

“I-...i’

“If it hadn’t rained, I would have never known, then you would be explaining a death.” He clicked his tongue across his teeth. “I wonder how you would explain that.” 

“It wasn’t my decision to leave you in charge, and that was a mistake.” He grunted, boot swiftly connecting with Cecelia’s side. 

She flew across the floor and her back slammed into the cement wall. 

“That’s only a fraction of what you deserve, Cecelia. Get her up!” 

Jey and Jimmy both worked to bring Cecelia to her feet. They held her up as Roman walked over. His expression was dark, frightening, and unreadable. She whimpered under his gaze. 

If only it hadn’t rained! 

“Code of conduct dictates I handle this one of two ways. You are exiled and replaced. The other is death.” 

Cecelia began pleading for her life. Begging and apologizing. She didn’t want to die because some girl couldn’t drown fast enough

Roman’s was a strong man. Tales of his strength spread all through their community, but so did his anger and rage. There were very few things that could anger Roman to the point of violence, especially against a woman, and when his anger flared, no one was safe. Poor Cecelia had no idea what she had gotten herself into. 

However, he chose to show a hint of mercy. 

“Fix the money issue and run.” He growled. 

Cecelia’s eyes widened at the grace he had shown her, but he quickly snatched it away. 

“I want to give you a head start, because Solo is going to hunt you down like the animal you are and bring me your hide.” 

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[msbigredmachine]

So…My understanding of Tribal Combat is that no blood relatives are to get physically involved from tonight until after the match itself. It’s an honor thing. That’s why Roman stopped Solo. But seeing how dastardly Solo has become, he will definitely get his lick back before Summerslam.

That boy is getting angrier and angrier with Roman. His turn is going to be crazy!

Meanwhile…the elders made a decision behind Roman’s back and with Jey’s blessing. That is very very telling.

I don’t think Jey will win, but what a story this has been.

Incredible. Joe, Josh and the rest of the Bloodline have made sure that no one takes the Anoa’i-Fatu family for granted in professional wrestling ever again.

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[alichesmi]

The way the Rock has got some of the IWC in shambles is wild to me. Where was this smoke for John Cena, Brock Lesnar, & Logan Paul when they “skipped the line” to fight Roman? One of these things is not like the others… I wonder what the difference is.

As for Roman, if I got treated the way that man has by the WWE Universe for the past decade, I wouldn’t put my body on the line like that every week either. Y’all didn’t appreciate him when he was full-time. AT ALL. In fact, a lot of people spent more time attacking the character of the man rather than critiquing his wrestling persona. If I was him and was making the most money of my career while exposing myself to the least amount of fuckery, I’d do the same. And please let go of that whole Roman is only where he is because of who he’s related to bullshit. Cause are we honestly going to act like Cody’s (who I like, by the way) whole storyline doesn’t revolve around who he’s related to? Hell, the “story” he’s trying to finish isn’t even his own.

And to everyone who is wishing that Joe Anoa’i (a real fucking person with a family) gets cancer again or is still spewing that bullshit lie that he faked it… girl, go to hell.

Rant over.

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