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love-islike-abomb · 2 days
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Save a horse, ride a tribal chief
Roman reigns x y/n
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Warnings: smut, I'm not over that whole segment on pat's show of "MY tribal chief!" The undertones of "Call me daddy!" In that just.... my ovaries need some rest!!🥵 errors I may have missed.
Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @helensanders92
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The moonlight shined in our bedroom, the sound of the ocean accompanied my moans and groans as he pounded into me. My hands tightly woven into the sheets, my face buried in the pillows until he suddenly pulled out of me and laid on his back "ride my cock baby!" He growled. I smiled and crawled over to straddle him, slowly impaling myself on his hardened flesh.
He grabbed my hips to steady me but I rolled my hips and watched his eyes roll back in his head "uhn baby girl, dont tease me like that! I need you!" He groaned. I got off him for just a moment to turn myself around and saw him bite his lip. Lowering myself on him again, I used his knees for balance "that's it's baby! Bounce that ass on my cock!" He growled
He sat up, pushing me forward in the process so I was back on my hands and knees "that was hot!" I smiled. He snaked his hand up my back and into my hair, tugging my head back, reaching his hand down to grab my throat, pulling me backwards so my head was against his chest. Moving my hair to the side he kissed up my neck, Goosebumps forming under his touch "are your gonna acknowledge your tribal chief?" He growled in my ear, sliding back inside me.
"fuck, Ro!" I groaned.
He grabbed my neck and forced me to the bed "who am I?" He growled. I bit my lip, he knew I loved it when he went into character.
"my tribal chief!" I groaned out.
"that's my good girl!" He groaned, grabbing a fist full of my hair, rock my body forward with each thrust. "Uhn! Fuck baby that pussy is damn wet!!!"
"Only for you my tribal chief!" I groaned. His thrusts got harder "is this what you want? You want me to pound this pussy?" I couldn't form words with the pleasure I felt. "Ugh! Fuck! Yes!"
"uhn! That pussy is grippin my cock so damn good! You wanna cum for your tribal chief??" He groaned. Still unable to form words all I could do was nod "cum for your chief baby girl! Milk my cock with that pussy!" His words sent me over the edge. I bounced my ass against him, working him closer to his edge "oh fuck baby! That's it! Uhn!" His thrusts became eratic and I felt him twitch inside me "uhn! Yes!!"
He stilled inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. Slowly pulling out of me e collapsed on the bed next to me. A few moments of us just laying there passed before he turned to me "come ere baby!" He smiled. I snuggled into him. His heart still somewhat beating fast. His soft lips connecting with mine "goodnight beautiful!"
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joannasteez · 12 hours
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tanks of blood - table of contents
pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader warning: there will be blood and violence. most likely drugs and definitely alcohol. these things will be explicitly described. explicit descriptions of sex, angst (i love angst) and eventual fluff(maybe...). some chapters will be flashbacks, others will be present time. minors please do not interact with chapters containing aforementioned explicit sexual content. authors note: ok lets try this again. second times a charm. every times a charm as long as i'm having fun! this is probably my oldest roman idea. going way back to before i even started writing for him. shout outs to @333creolelady for CONSTANTLY hearing me rant about this idea lol.
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HISTORY
Bloodline Motorcycle Club was founded in the early 1970's and finds its home on the pensacola panhandle.
SOME WORDS
bloodlines are created lovingly. preserved violently. "let there be", and so they came. bursting into existence with a rage akin to the sun, and a daring persistence most similar to life itself. bloodlines are long, some short and others undying. connected through metal and chrome. through blood, bone and tissue. through the love that made them.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
circa '09
accessories are meant to be worn
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joesanrio · 5 months
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Attitude | R.R
Summary: Roman’s already having a problem with LA Knight, so why are you giving him attitude too?
Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem!reader || established relationship
Warnings: bratty!reader, Dom!roman, mentions: past fights, use of wrestling name, ignoring, reader needs physical touch, pet names, p-in-v (unprotected), cowgirl!mode, boring!missionary (in joe’s opinion), kissing, begging, etc not edited
Word Count: 651
Ratings: 18+ | Angst, Smut
A/N: I have so many ideas after crown jewel but I take so long to write them you probably won’t want it anymore :/
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“What’s your problem?” Roman complains as he makes his way to you backstage, rolling your eyes at the scuffed up man. His eyes falling from yours to the tight fan merch of his that you got tailored into a crop top, tits filling the shirt perfectly.
“What problem?” You huffed before shrugging as his hand grabs yours quickly, “You have an attitude problem. I just got stomped out and you’re back here huffing and puffing at me.” Roman says before pulling your body into his private locker room.
Eyebrows furrowing as you stared blankly at him, “Now you’re quiet?” His voice deep as he observes your face. “I don’t have an attitude. Now let’s go before I miss-“ “No we aren’t going anywhere until you tell me.” Roman interrupts, large hands wrapped around your waist to prevent you from leaving.
A long sigh leaving your lips, you just wanted to enjoy the show. “I’m just tired… and I don’t like seeing you get beat up.” Lips falling into their natural pout as your eyes avoid his uncertain gaze, his long finger pulling your chin softly to look at him.
“Know what, I’ll deal with you later.” Roman’s voice deep as he whispers the warning into your ear with ease. Smirking at your surprised expression when he hears his name called by some of the producers.
His hand giving you a small tap on the ass before he leaves you in the locker room alone, flustered and tired. The silence becoming overbearing as you quickly leave after him, you needed him. Now.
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“I’m always so proud of you. You always get the crowd to react…but I have a question.” You can’t help but ramble about how exciting tonight was, especially because you got this random boost of energy.
Roman knew it wasn’t random, he knew it was because you were finally able to be within touching distance of him all night. Your love language being physical touch was one of the things he didn’t think he had to worry about until it affected your whole mood.
“Are you still mad at me? Why aren’t you saying anything.” Eyes saddened as you wait for a response, though he continues to keep silence.
Lips pouted out as you watch him, “RoRo?” a soft whisper causing his head to turn towards you immediately.
“I’m pissed.” Is all he says before his large hand comes up to tug at the bottom of your top, “If it makes you feel better, you really turned me on..” You whisper-blurt out as he lets out a airy chuckle.
His hand falling from your shirt to rest on the inside of your thigh, thumb rubbing your soft skin up and down. You could feel the red panties your wearing, soak at his delicate touch. Eyes sultry as you look at him, mouth slightly ajar before leaning onto his shoulder in hopes to control yourself.
The car ride feeling forever, you didn’t want to end on a bad note with him because he was supposed to be going to Saudi Arabia alone tomorrow. “Are you actually going to go alone?” You complain quietly in his ear as his hand lands a soft smack onto your thigh.
[Presidential Suite; 12:01am]
Bouncing up and down his cock, reverse cowgirl, was the best part of your night. Hands down on the bed in front of you, between Roman’s spread out legs. Ass poked out behind you as you work yourself up and down his long, thick cock.
Not worried about the small squeaks of the bed or how Roman’s hands are palming over your hips to pull you down while he thrusts up. “Please! Fuck- Ro… your cock is so big.” A moan escapes your lips while your juices coat his cock perfectly, a white ring forming along him nicely.
“Only if you didn’t have that attitude.” He chuckles as his legs bend to put more force into his thrusts, putting you off rhythm. Short, loud squeals leaving your make-out swollen lips, body wanting to collapse as Roman works his cock amazingly up into you.
“Damn, your ass looks great from this angle.” He teases as his hand goes to push your back down a bit more, ass jiggling in his face without mercy. The arch in your back emphasizes your small waist, hair curly as it bounces down your back.
Almost makes Roman cum right then by just looking at you, but he’s still debating on whether to fuck you all right now and leave you or have you come with him and fuck you in Saudi Arabia.
“Roman… S’good. Please I’m sorry!” Your pretty voice moans as your pussy clenches along his cock that’s fucking you into oblivion.
Roman forgot why you were even apologizing, he’s so out of it. “You are? I don’t know…” He teases before stopping his thrust completely, making you want to scream in frustration.
“Baby! I was so close.” You whined as your hips pull you off his thick cock, now feeling empty and soaked waiting for him to come back. “Hush. I’m just tryna see that pretty fucked out face.” Roman coos as you switch positions to lay in front of him. Tits still concealed in his tailored merch shirt, full and round.
“Fuck! I need to get you more shirts huh? He groans as he enters your sopping pussy, not even paying attention to his question as your back arch’s off the bed.
His hand going under your top to play with your hard nipples, eyes going to meet his as he rocks his hard cock into you slowly.
“I love your cock so much.” You say absentmindedly as you clench around him, his pace picking up at the compliment. “I know you do.” He moans as his hand leaves your breast to play with your clit, eyes closing tightly as your body goes into overload.
The air becoming thick and hot, breathing erratic before you cum onto his cock. Ears ringing as you try to control your breathing, only before Roman’s soft lips captures yours.
Arms wrapped around his shoulder to pull him closer, his arms no longer holding him up as his hands rest into your soft hips.
“Don’t pass out on me, we need to pack.” His voice finally registers in your ear when he pulls away from the kiss.
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thesamoanqueen · 3 months
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Christmas cookies
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: smut, fluff.
A/N: I wanted to try writing a one-shot for christmas since I did it last year and @mindofasagittaruis request came at the right time. Enjoy and happy holidays yall~
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One boxe at a time he had managed to arrange everything, filling the huge tree base that him and Y/N had decorated together a week before. He knew she would complain, scolding him because it was too much, but Roman liked to spoil her and for that occasion he had really wanted everything.
It was their first Christmas together as a couple and he wanted it to be special. Y/N liked Christmas, was her favorite holiday, she got more excited than a little girl every time and he had promised himself and her, to do everything possible to make sure nothing was missing. They had decorated the house inside and out, planned dinners with family, started watching christmas movies, booked a weekend out fitting it between both of their schedules and Roman had tried not to plan something more to finally give voice to that impulse that was now becoming an urgency.
Admiring his work one last time, he went to the kitchen, where Y/N had decided to spend her afternoon with the most classic Christmas songs, wearing yet another hoodie stolen not too discreetly from his closet. When he crossed the door, there was no corner where she hadn't scattered a little bit of sugar, flour and sprinkles. It was a battlefield strewn with bowls, trays, and baking ingredients that smelled of vanilla, cinnamon and chocolate, the kind of chaos that warms heart and tastes like home.
- What's going on here? – he inquired with a smile and she turned to look at him, hands dirty with who knows what raised in the air, while Roman twisted his arms around her hips to swing her playfully.
- I should ask to you, what was all that chaos back there? – she asked suspiciously, giving him one of knowing looks, but he pretended not to notice, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek and peeking what she was backing.
- Don't know, Santa probably.
- I don't remember I have written a letter to him.
- So these ones are for me? – he asked, pointing the Christmas cookies placed on the marble counter.
It wasn't the kind of food she usually prepared if she decided to get into the kitchen, she was more into salty and spicy recipes, and yet there they were, lots of gingerbread men, trees and cinnamon houses waiting to be decorated.
- It's just an experiment, I wanted to make something special but then I remembered you already have me in your life so I tried with simple things… guess they're not so simple – she reflected pouting, moving a couple of those who she had already tried to decorate.
The shapes were flawless, but icings had mixed together, dripping around and ruining the designs she'd tried to make. Not the kind of result expected from her being a perfectionist and Roman found himself smiling as he watched her look them one by one with her still dirty fingers, until he reached out to take a snowman. It was supposed to be white with a carrot-nose and a scarf he knew it, but the little one didn't have a very happy expression, a bit like her, at least until he swallowed it.
-They taste good – he approved, feeling the aftertaste of spices warming his mouth and he reached out to take another one.
Amazed, Y/N watched him chew the second too, face lighting up, smile emerging again on her soft lips, as she cleaned him from a crumb ended on his beard.
- Really? I should bake them for Santa so. To thanks him for all those gifts no one asked for I guess, what do you say? – she joked, tilting her head.
-I say he can have them, if I can have the chef – he left a kiss on her lips this time, mixing the flavor of Christmas cookies with her own.
He felt her soften without a single thought into his arms, flattening herself almost completely against his chest, clinging to his neck as best she could while avoiding dirtying him with icing and chocolate.
-You taste like cookies – he heard her soft laughing, between one kiss and another, making him groan.
- Yes?
- … uh-huh
He couldn't resist those whispers, even if they were playing, to see her hopelessly happy if they were together. Stealing kiss after kiss, he pulled her onto his body, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips as he placed her on the only empty corner of the kitchen counter. With her warm laughter in his ears, he slid his hands up her soft thighs, climbing higher, until he felt the full texture of that glorious ass, as he stopped kissing her to taste then her neck. By heart, he sucked that point just beyond her collarbone that caused her to shiver, immediately feeling her cling better, squeeze with her laughter which slowly became moans, forgetting about her hands dirty to hug him.
- I hadn’t finished though – she complained, her body seeming to melt like icing from his attentions and Roman slid his hands past her sweatshirt, touching that soft good smelling skin.
- I want my dessert – he demanded seriously and felt her scratching the back of his neck with red nails, drawing a dangerous growl from him that vibrated through the whole kitchen.
Without taking his lips away from her, savoring the inside of her mouth and the soft skin above her breasts, he stripped her of those extra clothes, her hands doing the same to his pants, leaving traces everywhere and making both of them as dirty as the rest. Slowly, Roman took his time to mark her, enjoy everything of that moment, ignoring his already awake boner demanding attention, to dedicate himself to something better, hidden between those infinite legs that refused to leave him. When his long fingers found her, Roman couldn't resist the temptation, dipping a finger into the heat of her perfectly wet pussy to explore the soft, welcoming walls where he wanted to sink until he completely lost himself. Y/N in front of him tightened his grip on his neck, gasping into his arms, gaze fascinated and full of lust as she watched him bring the hand up to lick clean his fingers.
- This one is just for me – he reminded her, feeling her cling to his wrist to place a kiss on the bottom lip, tasting herself too before sliding down with the back to give him all the room he demanded.
Satisfied, Roman helped her lift her thighs, making his way between them, to finally dip himself in that perfect sweet meal, nose sliding between her folds tracing the path before his fat tongue. He took a taste, slow, just with the tip, feeling Y/N's body tremble for attentions and stopped to suck high on that adorable button that made her tremble. Breaths soon became brazen moans and more volume increased, more insistent, hungry Roman became. It was so sweet down there, a bit like that icing with which she had covered cookies but not cloying, it was a flavor that he could no longer live without and that he always tried to milk away, until it dripped down onto his beard, making his mouth salivating. First her button, then that hot entrance and soft walls, puffy, full skin of the lips he loved to kiss as much as the ones up there, running his tongue flat between her, fucking that cave without mercy. Insistently he kept her pressed against his face, choking himself, maneuvering her for more, slow but commanding until Y/N began to delight him with her adorable cries, her back arched and hands trying to grab him for support.
Something next to them fell due to her jerky movements, one of the trays and Roman saw her turn her with a blank look, ending up stretching out his arm, putting the tray and bowl of icing into their place. Y/N smiled, thanking him with a glance and he placed a kiss with devotion on her pussy, his pussy, Roman’s eyes getting darker as he saw Y/N biting her lip as eager as he was at the sight of him now dirty with icing.
- Did you find something for your dessert? – he heard her ask with lust, legs pulling him closer and he grinned.
- I like it with cream on top – he reflected thoughtfully, letting some of the icing on his hand drip between her folds.
He saw her entrance tighten around nothing at the feeling, bewitching and nasty as only Y/N could be with him, only when they were together. Her, who always tried to leave nothing to chance, who controlled every little detail, perfect, impeccable, became something else with him in those moments, stooping to try anything without complaints. She was a dangerous gift, a challenge he had never found in anyone else and that would have brought him to his knees if only she had asked, a power game in which they both had the same hand but used it with complicity.
He ran his fingers between her folds, listening to her mewl, seeing Y/N hold her breath when one of his long fingers slipped some icing inside, mixing it with her juices and the saliva he had already left.
- Ahn… feels so cold mmh – she begged with those eyes that had bewitched him, pushing him to turn his hand, sink a little more to find that welcoming spot that made her cry in absolute bliss.
-Im gonna fill you up – he announced and Y/N squirmed on the counter, between spilled icing and broken cookies, without stopping being finger fucked, because she knew it wasn't with any of those ingredients that Roman wanted to do keep his promise.
Pumping into her opening, he reached down to taste her again, this time licking away the frosting he had spilled, tongue running slowly and hungrily over every inch of her soft, sensitive caramel skin. He sucked on her swollen button, the taste of her body mixing with vanilla, the sweetness of her honey hitting Roman’s mouth along with icing. A beautiful, soggy mess echoing inside his ears, a primal call that made him hungrier and hungrier as his wide mouth tried to devour her alive, kissing and licking her clean.
He loved the choking noise that came from her throat every time his lips sucked one or both of hers down there, the pop wet flesh, nose that ran through her pussy like a credit card ready to be emptied. It was the kind of pussy that had any man tied around a finger, one he would do anything for and it led to devotion, Roman was obsessed with her and looking back he really didn't know how to managed to live without, but it wasn't just that. It was all of her, it was Y/N. She had dangerously become his world even before sharing a house or Christmas together, and it was in unexpected moments like this one that reminded him of it, waking up in the depths of his stomach, inside his head, an impulse that didn't exist even in a ring, with adrenaline running into his veins, cheered by thousands of people. The need with which he had chased her for an entire year, in hotels, arenas and offices, around the country and even beyond the borders, day and night, that grip on lungs of a drowning man.
He kissed her legs, feeling her hands pulling a few locks, knees trembling as she felt him bury himself between those folds, widening that glistening opening with fingers, inserting his tongue to clean her like a mad man until he elicited a scream. Her walls tried to close, to squeeze him, as they would have done with his hard cock and Roman found himself moving his hips aimlessly, seeking relief and refusing to abandon his meal before having reduced her to tears.
He fucked her with his fat tongue, flat and strong, pounding deep into her softness, feeding on that true addicting sweetness, widening his mouth to take in as much as possible, dirtying his beard.
- Plea-aase! R-Ro, Ro! Ah! - he felt her tremble, body struggling on the marble counter, held in his arms in that unnatural pose which Y/N did not refuse to submit to anyway, just to keep her legs on his shoulders to give him everything he wanted.
He knew she was at her limit, but he refused to slow down, craving more, that impulse in his chest that was growing until he felt like was going to explode and pushed him to be savage. He ran his fingers over her button, squeezing it between his fingers to help her and as he licked her again, his tongue flat against the hot opening, Y/N exploded with a silent cry, eyes closed, breath broken. The taste of her was intoxicating, addictive and Roman stood there, as close as possible, accompanying her as she reached her peak, cleansing with dedication. With his eyes fixed on her face, he held her back until her muscles regained some strength, trailing kisses down her flat belly, up her legs, massaging Y/N with his fingers where she still throbbed and only when her shaking hands found him, along with those beautiful eyes, he stood up again.
- I could spend all my life between your legs, babygirl – he admitted menacingly, getting rid of his track that she had already undone and with her breathing still rapid, Y/N invited him, tightening her legs around his hips at the sight of his erection slapping her already swollen center.
- Do what you want, ain't complainin'ahn!-
Sinking until he lost himself, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, fitting into her and giving a long, deep stroke, savoring her warmth and that feeling of constriction, in which she stuck him every time, without giving her time to think again. Oh, he meant to. He really meant it and the thought of her indulging him went to his head enough to push him to speed up without restraint, the slimy sound of their bodies colliding now audible even among the Christmas songs. Head down, holding her open thighs, he watched her honey stain him a little more each time he thrust in, her caramel-colored mountain swelling as his flesh went deeper.
-Mmh… you're so hard – Y/N cried in a soft moan, one hand clinging to his forearm and the other to the counter edge now sticky from the icing and her pleasure.
- I can feel you squeeze around me babe, grab that dick, thats right, let daddy enjoy his pussy, y-yes – he spoke dirty, feeling and seeing her walls sucking him in, abs tense.
- Ooh shit Ro-
More her moans became louder more his hips accelerated, in Roman mind the full intention of wreck her just for himself, drilling in that spot that made her mouth open wide, taking the breath out of her lungs, making eyes close, her belly full. There was just her begging, that gorgeous luscious body of her tense and sweaty, his breath heavy, that fire running up to his mind clouded by the vision of Y/N suffering with pleasure his assault, the hammering of his hard cock. It was an asphyxiating pleasure, a hot and inexorable vice that pulsated around Roman meat, squeezing his flesh and inviting him to go deeper, until he slammed as far as possible to reach complete collapse.
- F-fu-ah! Ah! – he felt her tremble, writhe in spasms and pinned her down, fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her to that place.
- That's it, ah, beg sweetheart, yes, gimme your mess
- pl-leeah! Please!
Groaning, hyping her and himself, Roman pulled one of her legs up higher, slapping a hand into her thigh and Y/N screamed, her head sprawling from side to side, eyes closed and back arching for that new inclination. From there, he could see her moist pearl, the whitish excitement leaking out, dripping onto the marble and down, that wonderful ring that ignited the worst thoughts in him. He felt her walls tighten with more and more insistence, nails digging into his flesh and his belly on fire, while without any warning, already tormented by his attacks, Y/N once again fell apart with a strangled moan.
And so, Roman began to fuck her without mercy, growling, giving vent to every ounce of need in his body and mind, cock sliding deeper and deeper, his hot head pounding inside that sweet cave, taking advantage of her climax and streached walls. Losing all composure, losing himself in a sensation that only Y/N could give him, Roman felt shivers run down his sweaty neck and pumped until muscles burned from the physical effort, once again exceeding the limit, hitting the kitchen counter with his knees.
- Feels so good babygirl, mmmh, so good… - he moaned, while she was still panting and throbbing under him, holding on where she could, letting him go – I'm 'bout to come, lemme fill you up, I need it, I… need… it-ah!
Everything around him seemed to go silent for long minutes, only Y/N and her whispers were still there, her soft eyes that never lost sight of him, full of what he wished was love, that tired smile that widened into a perfect "o", while Roman pressed her against him, letting the fire that had burned him slide into her canal, making his nuts dry and cock throbbing. In an animalistic growl he froze inside her, emptying himself with mind suddenly white, feeling her hands pull him down, making his head rest against her breast. Silently, he gave two final, drunken thrusts to make sure there was nothing left with Y/N trying to push his hair back and leaving heated kisses on his temples. Clinging to her, he waited in that position to catch breath, music slowly starting to make sense again.
- I guess I'll have to start from the beginning... - Y/N complained with an amused breath after a while and Roman looked up, observing the mess they had created and then her, who was distractedly tasting some of the icing that had fallen on the counter.
- Need help? – he asked seriously, very seriously and Y/N stopped with a finger still on her lips, a smile growing like something else in him, once again.
A year earlier he had done everything possible to convince her to stay during holidays. Now that she was finally here, now that they were together and with no one and nothing chasing them, he was going to make the most of every second. Santa had his North Pole and later he would have his cookies, but on the Island of Relevancy was him who dictated times.
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southerngirl41 · 6 months
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Lazy Day
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Warnings: 18+
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Lazy Day
"If anyone saw me looking like this…" He rolled his eyes as his girlfriend applied a mud mask to his face as he sat on the bathroom counter. "I'm Roman Fuckin' Reigns."
She popped his thigh, holding his chin in her hands, "I don't see a wrestling ring anywhere in this bathroom. You're just Joe. And you said we'd do whatever I wanted to do today."
He huffed, an over dramatic pout forming on his thick lips. "Yeah but I thought you'd wanna lay in bed and get fucked all day."
"The days not over, now look up while I do your neck."
He complied with her demands, lifting his chin up as she smeared the goop on his neck. He scrunched his face up as the mask started to dry. "Stop doing that!" She whined,  "Gah, you're so annoying, I swear!" Stepping back, she admired her work and smiled proudly, "There.  All done!" 
"Good, wash this shit off now."
"No! You have to leave it for at least twenty minutes."
Another huff, "Twenty fuckin' minutes? What am I supposed to do while I wait?"
"Wait." She said, hands on hips. 
He hooked his long leg around her waist, pulling her into him, "Then, at least let me do yours if I gotta sit here."
"Fine. Here, don't get it in my eyes or my mouth."
"I got somethin' for your mouth if you don't behave." He informs her as he smears the mask across her cheeks. "Yeah. Gonna put it right here." He grunts, rubbing his thumb across her lips. 
"Is that so?" 
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers, "Yes ma'am it is."
"You're incorrigible."
"The fuck that even mean?" 
"Means you can't change your behavior. Now, stop kissing me!" 
He laughs as he leans in, dragging his teeth over her bottom lip. "I like being incorrigible then. You like me this way. Admit it."
She takes the jar from him,  sitting it down on the counter, smiling to herself.  He was right, she loved him this way. They had been dating a little over a year now.  Both of them met fresh off a divorce, neither of them wanting to make any commitments but yet they couldn't seem to stay away from one another.  Joe was playful and easy going. Nothing like his alter ego, Roman Reigns. 
Being the newest Ring Announcer on Smackdown she caught his attention on her first night.  The way his name floated so effortlessly off her lips almost made him hard. He wondered what she would sound like whispering it into his ear as he fucked her. So he asked her out for a drink after the show, under the guise of welcoming her to the WWE. But he knew that she saw through his good-old-boy act. He kinda loved that about her though .They'd been inseparable ever since. 
"What are you so deep in thought about?" She asked, rubbing a warm washcloth over his face. 
He grinned, leaning into her touch, "Thinking about the night we met."
"Ah. Yeah, when you thought you were gonna outsmart me."
"Something like that." He winked, kissing her again. "Worked didn't it?"
"I just thought you were hot." She giggles, wiping more of the mask off.  "Needed to get Roman Reigns in the bag." She teases, flexing her muscles.
"Girl please."
She rinsed the cloth out, handing it to him. "Now do me."  She tells him as he slides off the counter, slapping her ass as he walks around her, "Ohhhh I plan on it baby girl."
"See, incorrigible."
"Incorrigible." He mocks her. "I'm pretty fuckin' good for an old man."
She scrunched her face up, "Old man?"
He wipes her face off gently, "I'm almost forty babe."
"And?"
"You're twenty nine. You sure you wanna hitch your wagon to an old fart?"
"Jesus… you're only thirty eight. Let's not act like you're seventy. And you're still gonna be hot at seventy. So…" She plants a passionate kiss on his lips, running her hands through his thick hair. His eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her hot mouth on his. He whispers her name as he deepens the kiss, exploring the depths of her mouth with skilled tongue.  "Good?" She purrs against his lips when they finally break apart.
He smiles, barely able to form words, "Yeah." He takes a deep breath and then adds, "Beautiful."
"I'm in for the long haul, no matter what age you are."
He smiled, grabbing her face between his hands and pressing his forehead to hers. "God damn you make me happy, woman." He kissed her gently once more. She blushed and took a step back, doing her best to compose herself after that heated exchange. "Uh… yeah… I should um… go rinse this off in the shower?"
He grabs her hand before she can walk away from him, "You ain't goin' nowhere yet darlin'. Not until we're done here."  He pulls her back into him for one more scorching kiss backing her out of the bathroom towards their bedroom. He shoots her a smirk before spinning her around and pushing her face first into the mattress. This was his domain and he planned on proving it.
She gasped, moaning in pleasure when his hands roughly grabbed her hips, his body pressing against her own. He nipped at her neck, making her arch her back in response. That only seemed to encourage him further as his hands moved up her body, exploring the curves of her body.
He was a man with a mission as he tore at her clothes, his free hands exploring her flesh and making her moan louder. He flipped her over onto her back, He nipped, dragging his teeth like a brand across her tender flesh, making her wetter and more aroused with each passing second.
His thumb dragged over her clit, sending a jolt through her body that made her gasp in pleasure. He pushed inside her and it felt like she was coming home, his strong arms wrapped around her while their bodies moved together in a passionate dance of hard thrusts and fervent desire. His name escaped from her lips as a desperate cry for more, rising higher than her voice had ever been before. She was lost in the way he moved within her; the way he filled her completely and took away every other thought from her mind.
"Mmm you fuck me so good baby," she muttered against his skin, nipping at his neck as she felt herself becoming undone with pleasure. He flipped them over again, so she could take control. With every thrust of his hips, another scream ripped from her throat. His large hands cupped and squeezed her breasts as he drove deeper into her. She pulled his face up to hers, needing to feel his lips on hers as she unraveled in his arms. It was as if he had known all along exactly what she needed to reach her climax, letting her keep control as she rode him hard and fast while their mouths were locked together.
Her orgasm came seconds before his own, her tight walls around him milking him as his hips buckled under her. His roar of pleasure sent shock-waves through her as he pushed deep once more and held himself still, letting her ride out every last ounce of pleasure before they both collapsed into a happy mess of limbs.
He kissed her again, hugging her close as they both lay there, then pressed his lips to her forehead, leaning up so he could look into her eyes. "You really are somethin' you know that right?"
She rolled her eyes, "Same to you."
He chuckled, pushing the hair out of her face. "This is why I'm in for the long haul, darlin'."
She smiled, snuggling into his chest and sighing happily. "Good, 'cause I'm not going anywhere."
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Can we just talk about how Roman would be the biggest fucking munch ever.
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Roman Reigns x fem!reader
SMUT 18+ only
Summary: Roman is a munch
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Roman was kneeled behind you on the bed, hand wrapped around his aching cock, ready to guide it into your awaiting cunt. But, as he leaned his upper half back at look down at your slick, an overwhelming need to have his mouth on you washed over his body.
He gave his cock one last gentle tug before placing both of his hands in your ass. You laid there without a hitch as he grabbed your ass in a way that would cause your folds to separate, you then knew that the plan had changed. Roman let out a pathetic whimper at the sight of your arousal coating your skin, his cock also jumping as a reaction to the sight.
The was no doubting that Roman loves to have his mouth on your pussy, you and he both know it. It took you by surprise at first, how much he loves to have his mouth down there as opposed to anything else, but you quickly learned to love it.
Though, you were never able to figure out how a man like Roman, dominant and cocky would love to have his head in between his woman’s thighs, but he could use his tongue so skillfully.
You couldn’t see him from how you were positioned on the bed but you could feel the water the weight on the mattress shifted as he lowered himself so that his face was level with your cunt. You could feel the heat from his breath fan out over your skin with how close he was.
You knew it was coming but it still made your body jerk when his tongue swiped through your slit, a saint grasp falling from your lips. His fingers dug deeper into the plush of your ass as he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and gave it a gentle suck, his nose pressing against your entrance.
Roman’s tongue moved quickly between your folds, each lap at your cunt causing a main from Roman to vibrate through your body. By this time, When Romans tongue finally slipped into your entrance, you had your hand buried in his hair to pull Jim closer to you but you couldn’t.
Instead, you rocked your hips back, into his face as his tongue worked yay closer to your peak. Since you couldn’t hold into his hair like usual, you settled for grasping onto the sheets instead. Roman’s cock leaked against his stomach, twitching ever so often as he started to feel your walls close in on his tongue.
You pressed your head into the pillow so that your moans weren’t so loud that you caused the neighbors to file a complaint. It only took a few more movements of Roman’s tongue to have your mouth dropping open and your pleasure peaking.
Roman groaned as your slick gushed onto his tongue. He has to force himself to pull away from you so that he didn’t overstimulate you.
After all, he wasn’t quite done with you.
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Present Day
“Joe imma need to you to get the fuck away from me… real talk.” Josh snarled, “You always wanna bring up some old shit. We graduated twenty-something years ago.” Joe rolled his eyes. 
“Does it really matter how long ago it was Joshua? Y’all were dating. You had her give up her dream school to go to Alabama with you, then left her in Alabama by herself when you couldn’t keep your grades up. You always fuck up when it comes to Kiyana.” 
Kofi Xavier and Sami shared a look, whatever was going on between Josh and Joe went back years and they weren’t sure if they wanted to get involved. 
“Yo” Josh laughed “You deadass obsessed with my wife.” Josh stood up from his chair, pushing Xavier’s hand out of his way when he went to stop him and walked up into Joe’s face. “She’ll always be mine, Uce, my wife, the mother of my kids. So whatever plan you got cooking, you minds well put a end to it. She ain’t leaving me” Josh glared before shouldering Joe out of his way and walking out of catering to find Kiyana. 
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Kiyana had wound up back outside by the docks. She knew she should’ve stayed her ass in Florida. ‘You had planned to divorce KiKi and get with Shanté.’ Hearing Joe say that and then Josh not even attempting to deny it actually broke Kiyana to pieces. The affair was one thing that they maybe could have recovered from but this… there was no coming back, there was no fixing this marriage. It was over.  Tears were pouring down her face at the thought of not being married to Josh anymore. 
“I’m sorry.” She heard someone whisper from behind her. Kiyana wiped her tears and turned around, rolling her eyes at who was standing there. “Look, lets just go home aight and forget about all of this, aight?” Kiyana scoffed 
“Forget? Josh, you want me to forget that you told some bitch that you wanted to divorce me for her? You really got me fucked up Joshua.” 
“Kiyana, I never said that.” He tried to walk towards her but she held up her hand to stop him. “Come-on Key, I love you, you know that.” 
“No, I thought I did.” She let out a sarcastic laugh and wiped her tears. “I thought that you loved me but it’s so obvious that you don’t. If you loved me you would’ve told me what happened between you and that woman the first time but you didn’t.You continued your affair for four months.” 
“And I’m sorry for that Key. I’m gon fix this Kiyana. I have to fx this. You want me to quit? I’ll do it. It’s so many other wrestling promotions out there.” She shook her head. 
“It’s too late Joshua,” She whispered, her heart feeling heavy in her chest. “This can’t be fixed.” 
“What? No.” He said walking towards her, ignoring her warning of ‘stay away’ “I fuck up, that’s what I do and then I fix it. I always fix it.” 
“Not this time.” She grabbed her bag and walked off without giving Josh a second glance. It was nearing midnight and all she wanted to do was lay in bed and cry her eyes out. 
Josh blinked back tears as he watched his wife walk away from him. How could he fuck up this bad? He shoulda stopped the affair as soon as it happened but with Key in the hospital and worrying if she and Kairo were going to make it, Josh needed an outlet. He needed a way to vent and Shanté was there for him, no it should have never led to them having sex for four months, but he was a man with needs.
Ever since her father had died, Kiyana had pushed Josh away. Even him trying to rub her stomach to feel his son had her bitching and complaining and maybe that was the reason why he didn’t stop the affair. He just wished he could go back in time and walk away from Shanté when she asked him out for that drink. 
Joe walked out of the arena just as Kiyana walked away from Josh and he had to hide his smirk. ‘Not leaving you my ass’ Joe thought as he walked past Josh and in the direction Kiyana went. 
“KiKi!” Joe called out after her, breaking out into a light jog to catch up to her. “Hey, come on. I’ll take you back to my bus.” She shook her head, eyes still glued to her phone as she looked up flights to Pensacola. 
“No Joseph. I just wanna go home okay.” She said almost tempted to throw her phone as she only saw flight that left tomorrow afternoon. “I should have stayed home. Coming here was a bad idea and you were no help! Like why did you have to blurt that out!” 
“So what,  he’s the only one that gets to cheat? That’s not right Kiyana!” He sighed and took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. “You don’t deserve what he did to you Kiyana and he should feel all of the pain that he made you feel.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I just want to go home.” She sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Can you take me to a hotel?” 
“No, you can stay on my bus, I’ll stay out in the living room and you can stay in my room.” When she opened her mouth to decline, Joe shook his head and raised his voice, talking over her. “I’m not taking no for an answer Kiki.” 
“Fine,” She muttered. “Where’s your bus?"
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Joe was jolted away when his driver hit a pothole. He sat up on the couch and stretched, frowning when he heard Kiyana sniffling in his room. Josh should pay for what he’s done to her. She didn’t deserve any of this. He stood up from the couch and stretched the muscles in his back before walking over to the closed door and knocking on it. 
“You alright in there Kiyana?” He asked softly, feeling his heart ache at the sound of her choked sobs. 
“Yeah, sorry if I woke you up.” She said softly, Joe having to strain his ears to hear her over the sound of the bus’s engine. 
“It’s all good Kiki.” He said and then after a moment of silence asked, “can I come in.” Kiyana didn’t say anything but he heard her feet pad across the floor then heard the lock clicking. “You wanna talk about it?” Joe asked once he walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, his body half-way turned towards her. 
“Not really,” She said softly, shrugging and wiping her nose with some tissue. Joe nodded and laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “How could he do this to me Joey? After everything we've been through.” she whimpered, picking at stray strings in his blanket. 
“He’s a moron Kiyana.” Joe whispered back, turning his head to the side to look at her. Even with her puffy eyes and slightly snotty nose, she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. 
“What am I going to tell my kids?” She asked, looking up at him. Joe moved up the bed, resting his back against the headboard and pulled Kiyana into his arms.
“Don’t worry about that right now KiKi.” He muttered, stroking his hand up and down her arm. “You’re a good ass mom, you gon figure everything out for you and your kids.”
“Thank you,” Kiyana broke the silence after a while. “You’ve been a really great friend through all of this.” She whispered, looking up at him and he smiled down at her. 
“You know I'm always gon be here for you KiKi.” He whispered back, eyes jumping back and forth from the lips back up to her eyes. Fuck it. Joe and Kiyana thought simultaneously, both of their heads moving towards each other, their lips meeting in an passionate kiss. 
Kiyana moaned into his mouth as he pulled up on top of him. “Wait-Wait.” Joe said as he broke the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning when she started to place kisses up and down his neck. “You sure you wanna do this.” he moaned again when she started to suck on her earlobe. 
Kiyana moved away from his neck and cupped his jaw in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. “I want to do this Joe.” she affirmed, before reaching down and pulling her oversized shirt off of her, leaving her in her emerald green top and matching green and black lace panties.
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“Goddamn baby girl” He said as she also took off her top, her nipple perking up from the coldness of the room. Josh is a fucking idiot. Joe thought as he slid his hands up from her wait to cup her breast.  She moaned and grinded her hips down on his lap as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking on it before moving over to the other one.
Kiyana let out a loud laugh when Joe flipped them over so she was on her back looking up at him. She reached up and released his hair from the bun it was in. “One last chance to back out Kiki.”
Instead of answering him, she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging him down so they were chest to chest and bit his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. “I want you Joe” Joe nodded and stood from the bed, eagerly taking his shirt off and pushing his shorts and briefs down his legs.
She hummed appreciatively as she eyed his growing erection. Joe smirked down at her and stroked his dick. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a moan as he leaned down and  placed open mouth kisses on her stomach leading to her sex. 
He let out a deep moan as he pushed her legs apart and draped them over his shoulders “Fuck, I made you this wet baby?” 
“Joe” She moaned as he took his thumb and ran it up and down her slit before circling her clit. “Fuck yes” She whispered as her back arched off the bed when his tongue replaced his thumb. He circled her clit with his tongue before closing his lips around it. One of her hands flew to his head,  gripping his hair and he moaned when she tugged on it. 
“You taste so fuckin’ good” Your husband is a dumbass he wanted to add but figured it would ruin the mood. “Hold them legs up for me.” He said ,then watched in awe as her toes damn near touched the bed by her ears. “Uh huh, just like that” he whispered before bringing his mouth back down to her pussy. 
She bit her bottom lip, soft moan escaping as she watched him basically devour her pussy. Her moans ,getting louder and louder when Joe circled his middle finger around her entrance  before pushing it inside of her. He let out a deep moan as her pussy clenched around his finger. 
“Mmmm.” She moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “I’m boutta cum Joe.” 
“Go head baby, cum in my mouth.” He winked before wrapping his lips around her clit again and pumping his fingers in and out of her faster, moaning when her juices flooded his mouth. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of each thigh before scooting back up the bed, settling his lower body between her open legs. 
Both of them letting out moans once their lips met. Joe gripped his dick in his hands, sliding it up and down her slit before he pushed only the tip in. He pulled out, smearing her essence up and down her slit again, tapping her clit before, slowly pushing his length inside of her. 
“Mmm fuck” Kiyana gasped out against Joe’s lips and he started moving his length in and out of her. 
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Josh woke up to his phone ringing, a special ringtone that he had set for Kiyana. He immediately answered it. 
“Jesus Key,you got me out here worried and shit , where are you?”  
“Oh, fuck Joe right there!” Josh blinked, still holding the phone to his ear as his wife’s moans and his cousin's groans came through his cell phone’s speaker. 
“Kiyana?” Josh whispered, bottom lip wobbling as his heart was literally being torn from his cheat. 
“Shit, Mmhm you grippin’ the fuck out my dick KiKi.” Josh dropped the phone like he had been burned by it, staring down at it in horror. 
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Love Lies - r.reigns
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WWE Masterlist
(warnings: rude promo, injury, marriage hardships)
(pairing: roman reigns x rhodes sister!wife!f!reader)
(word count: 4.3k)
The arena buzzed with anticipation as the cameras panned over the electrified crowd, the atmosphere thick with tension. Friday Night SmackDown was about to begin, and the WWE Universe was ready for another night of thrilling action. Among the superstars backstage, Roman Reigns, the Tribal Chief, exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding respect and obedience.
In the midst of the chaos, (y/n), the wife of Roman Reigns and sister of Cody Rhodes, sat in gorilla position, nerves gnawing at her insides. She had been a part of the wrestling world for years, but tonight felt different. Her heart raced as she contemplated what was to come.
As the show kicked off, Roman’s theme music blared through the speakers, signaling his imminent arrival. The Tribal Chief strode confidently to the ring, flanked by his loyal allies, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and Paul Heyman. The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers and boos, their mixed reactions echoing throughout the arena.
Standing in the center of the ring, Roman grabbed a microphone, his gaze piercing through the camera lens. The intensity in his eyes was palpable as he addressed the WWE Universe.
“Tonight, I have something to say,” Roman began, his voice reverberating through the arena. “I’ve been watching closely, observing the alliances forming backstage. And there’s one thing I need to make clear.”
(y/n) watched everything unfold on the screen, her heart sinking as Roman’s words filled the arena. She knew what was coming, yet she prayed she was wrong.
“You see, loyalty is everything to me,” Roman continued, his tone unwavering. “And it seems like some people have forgotten where their loyalties lie. So, let me make it crystal clear. If you’re with me, you’re with me one hundred percent. There’s no room for divided allegiances.”
(y/n) felt a lump form in her throat as Roman’s words hit her like a sledgehammer. She glanced around nervously, aware of the eyes on her, the weight of Roman’s expectations bearing down on her shoulders.
“And that includes you, (y/n),” Roman declared, his voice booming over the speakers. “You need to understand where your priorities should be. You’re my wife, and that means you stand by me, no matter what. Cody is your brother, yes, but he’s not your blood. Your allegiance should be to your husband, to me.”
The crowd murmured in response, sensing the tension thickening in the air. (y/n) felt her heart shatter into a million pieces as Roman’s words echoed in her mind. She had always supported Roman, stood by his side through thick and thin. But this...this was too much.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched Roman, her husband, her love, standing in the ring, demanding her loyalty above all else. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t betray her brother, her flesh and blood, for the sake of allegiance.
With trembling hands, (y/n) reached for the diamond ring adorning her finger, the symbol of her commitment to Roman. In one swift motion, she ripped it off, her heart breaking with each passing second. She stormed out of gorilla, approached the ring, her steps heavy with anguish, and shoved the ring into Roman’s chest.
Roman’s eyes widened in shock as he watched the ring fall from his grasp, clattering to the mat below. He looked up at (y/n), his expression a mixture of confusion and hurt, but she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. Without a word, she turned on her heel and fled, her tears blurring her vision as she disappeared into the darkness backstage.
For Roman, time seemed to stand still as he stared at the ring lying at his feet. He knew he had crossed a line, pushed (y/n) too far. But he couldn’t lose her, not now, not ever. With determination in his eyes, he vowed to make things right, to earn back her trust, no matter the cost.
But as the minutes turned into hours, and (y/n) remained unresponsive to his calls and messages, Roman’s heart grew heavier with each passing second. He had underestimated the strength of her convictions, the depth of her loyalty to her family.
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As the days stretched into weeks, the absence of (y/n) weighed heavily on Roman. Her silence echoed louder than any crowd’s roar, a constant reminder of the void in his life. Night after night, he stepped into the ring, but his heart wasn’t in it. His promos lacked their usual fire, his movements in the ring sluggish and uncoordinated.
The fans noticed the change in Roman, the once unbeatable Tribal Chief now a shadow of his former self. His dominance dwindled, his aura of invincibility shattered by the absence of the woman who had been his rock for so long.
Backstage, Roman’s allies watched with concern as their leader struggled to maintain his composure. Jimmy and Paul tried to offer words of encouragement, but their efforts fell on deaf ears. Roman was lost, adrift in a sea of regret and longing.
Meanwhile, Cody Rhodes remained the only connection to (y/n), providing updates to Roman about her well-being. He could see the toll the situation was taking on his sister, the pain etched in her eyes whenever Roman’s name was mentioned.
Cody’s heart ached for both of them, caught in the crossfire of their fractured relationship. He knew the bond between Roman and (y/n) was strong, but he also understood the depths of her loyalty to their family. He hoped that time would heal the wounds between them, that they would find their way back to each other once more.
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As the weeks rolled on, Roman’s desperation grew. He couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that consumed him, the longing for (y/n)’s presence by his side. His pride had cost him the love of his life, and he was determined to make amends.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Roman sought out Cody, his voice trembling with emotion as he spoke. “I need to see her, Cody,” he pleaded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I can’t keep living like this anymore. I need her back.”
Cody’s heart weighed heavy as he watched Roman’s desperation unfold before him. He knew he had to act, to find a way to bridge the gap that had formed between his sister and her husband. And so, without hesitation, Cody reached out to his older brother, Dustin Rhodes, seeking his counsel and support.
Dustin listened intently as Cody recounted the events that had transpired between (y/n) and Roman. His brow furrowed with concern, his mind racing with thoughts of how to help his sister navigate the stormy seas of her fractured relationship.
“Has she said anything to you?” Dustin asked, his voice tinged with worry. “Does she seem open to reconciling with Roman?”
Cody shook his head, his expression grim. “She’s hurting, Dustin,” he admitted. “I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s torn between her love for Roman and her loyalty to our family.”
Dustin sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Alright. I’ll try and get through to her,” he declared, determination blazing in his eyes. 
And so, armed with nothing but his love for his sister, Dustin sought out (y/n), finding her in the quiet solitude of her temporary sanctuary. She looked up as he entered, her eyes weary and red-rimmed from endless tears shed in solitude.
“(y/n),” Dustin began, his voice gentle yet firm. “We need to talk.”
(y/n) nodded, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of resignation and defiance. She knew what he wanted to discuss, knew the weight of his words before he even spoke them.
“I know you’re hurting, sis,” Dustin continued, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. “But running away won’t solve anything. You need to face Roman, to confront him about how you feel.”
Tears welled up in (y/n)’s eyes as she listened to Dustin’s words, the truth of his lecture cutting through the walls she had built around her heart. She had been hiding, burying herself in solitude to avoid facing the painful reality of her fractured marriage.
“I can’t, Dustin,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared. Scared of what he’ll say, scared of what I’ll feel. I don’t know if I can do it.”
Dustin reached out, gently grasping her hand in his own, a silent gesture of comfort and support. “You’re stronger than you think, (y/n),” he assured her, his voice unwavering. “And you’re not alone. We’re here for you, always.”
For a long moment, (y/n) sat in silence, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. But as she looked into Dustin’s eyes, she found a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of her despair.
“Okay,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “I’ll talk to him.”
As Dustin enveloped her in a comforting embrace, (y/n) felt a flicker of courage ignite within her soul. She knew the road ahead would be full with challenges and obstacles, but with her brothers by her side, she was ready to face whatever the future held.
—-
Dustin and Cody were determined to bring Roman and (y/n) together, to facilitate the conversation that had been long overdue. They knew that getting Roman and (y/n) to talk wouldn’t be easy, but they were determined to do whatever it took to mend the rift between them.
With careful coordination, they arranged for Roman and (y/n) to be placed in the same hotel room, giving them the space and privacy they needed to finally confront the situation that had torn them apart. It was a risky move, but they hoped that being forced into close quarters would prompt a much-needed conversation.
As Roman and (y/n) entered the hotel room, the tension between them was palpable, the weight of their shared history heavy in the air. Dustin and Cody watched from a distance, their hearts heavy with anticipation as they waited for the conversation to unfold.
For a long while, silence reigned supreme, the awkwardness of the situation suffocating in its intensity. Roman and (y/n) avoided each other’s gaze, their emotions simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
But then, with a trembling breath, (y/n) broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “We should talk, Roman.”
Roman looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of apprehension and longing. He nodded silently, his heart racing as he braced himself for the storm of emotions that was sure to follow.
“I need you to understand how much your words hurt me,” (y/n) began, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. “Making me choose between you and Cody...it was unfair. It was humiliating, especially since it happened in front of a sold-out crowd and on live television.”
Roman’s heart clenched at her words, the realization of the pain he had caused crashing over him like a tidal wave. He had been so consumed by his own pride, his need for loyalty and obedience, that he had failed to see the damage his actions had wrought.
“I’m sorry, (y/n),” Roman whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to hurt you. I was...I was blinded by my own ego, my need for control. But I understand now. I understand how much I’ve hurt you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”
As (y/n) sat across from Roman in the dimly lit hotel room, she took a deep breath, her heart heavy with the weight of her words. “Roman, I...I’m not fully ready to forgive you just yet,” she admitted, her voice wavering with uncertainty. “What you said, what you did...it really hurt me. And I need time to heal, to process everything.”
Roman nodded silently, his gaze fixed on the floor as he absorbed her words. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, a journey fraught with challenges and obstacles, but he was willing to do whatever it took to earn back (y/n)’s forgiveness and trust.
“I understand, (y/n),” Roman replied, his voice tinged with remorse. “I’ll give you all the time you need. Just know that I’m here for you, whenever you’re ready to talk, whenever you’re ready to give us another chance.”
And so, in the days that followed, Roman set out on a mission to prove himself worthy of (y/n)’s love and forgiveness. He showered her with small acts of kindness, offering her unwavering support and understanding as she navigated the turbulent waters of her emotions.
But it wasn’t easy. (y/n) remained guarded, her walls still firmly in place as she grappled with the pain of betrayal. Roman respected her boundaries, giving her the space she needed to heal, while silently vowing to never again make the same mistakes that had driven them apart.
—-
Then things took a sharp turn.
The cheers of the crowd reverberated through the arena as (y/n) and Cody stepped into the ring, their eyes fixed on their opponents, Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest. The energy was electric, anticipation crackling in the air as the match began.
But what started as a thrilling match quickly turned into a nightmare. As the match reached its climax, Damian Priest launched himself at Cody, aiming for a devastating blow. In a split-second decision, (y/n) leaped in front of her brother, taking the hit meant for him.
The impact was jarring, the force of the blow sending (y/n) crashing to the mat, her body wracked with pain. Cody’s heart stopped as he watched his sister fall, his cries drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
Ringside doctors rushed to (y/n)’s aid, their faces grim as they assessed the extent of her injuries. It was clear she needed immediate medical attention, her condition worsening with each passing second.
In a whirlwind of chaos, (y/n) was carefully loaded onto a stretcher, her brother by her side every step of the way. Panic gripped the arena as fans watched in horror, the realization sinking in that their beloved superstar was in serious trouble.
As the ambulance raced towards the hospital, Cody dialed Roman’s number, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. “Roman, it’s (y/n),” he choked out, his heart pounding in his chest. “She’s hurt. Bad.”
As Cody’s panicked voice crackled through the phone line, Roman’s heart stopped. The world seemed to spin as he processed the words, his mind racing with a million terrifying possibilities. Without a second thought, he abandoned everything and raced to the hospital, his heart pounding with fear and desperation.
The journey to the hospital felt like an eternity, every passing moment filled with a suffocating sense of dread. Roman’s hands clenched the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity as he navigated through the traffic, his mind consumed with thoughts of (y/n) and the countless memories they had shared.
As he pulled up to the emergency entrance, Roman’s heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He sprinted through the doors, his senses heightened by the urgency of the situation.
Inside, the hospital corridors buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and anxiety. Roman’s eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of Cody or (y/n), his heart pounding in his chest.
Finally, he spotted Cody in the waiting room, his brother-in-law’s face drawn with worry as he paced back and forth. Without a word, Roman rushed to his side, enveloping him in a tight embrace, offering silent comfort and support.
“Cody, what happened?” Roman asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Is she okay?”
Cody shook his head, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “She’s hurt, Roman,” he choked out, his voice trembling with fear. “She took a hit meant for me in the ring. It was...it was bad.”
Roman’s heart clenched at Cody’s words, the gravity of the situation sinking in with crushing force. But amidst the fear and uncertainty, he knew one thing for certain: he had to be there for (y/n), no matter what.
Together, Roman and Cody waited anxiously for news of (y/n)’s condition, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. And then, finally, the doctor emerged, his expression grave as he delivered the verdict. Roman’s breath caught in his throat as the doctor explained (y/n)’s injuries, his heart breaking with each word.
With heavy hearts, Roman and Cody followed the doctor into (y/n)’s room, the sterile scent of the hospital engulfing them as they stepped inside. Roman’s breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes on her, his heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces at the sight of her pale, fragile form lying in the hospital bed.
The room was filled with the steady beep of monitors and the hushed whispers of medical staff, but to Roman, it all faded into the background as he focused solely on (y/n). He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, his eyes drinking in every detail, every curve of her face, every strand of her hair.
And then, in a rush of emotion too powerful to contain, Roman broke down in tears, his body trembling with the weight of his despair. He sank to his knees beside (y/n)’s bed, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress as he buried his face in her hip, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence.
Cody watched in silence, his heart aching for his sister and her husband as they grappled with the gravity of the situation. He knew that Roman’s love for (y/n) ran deep, deeper than any words could express, and seeing him in such pain tore at his soul.
But then, in a moment that seemed to go beyond time itself, Roman felt (y/n)’s hand rest gently on the back of his neck, her touch a balm to his wounded soul. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers in a silent exchange of love and understanding.
Roman’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of (y/n)’s voice, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked up to meet her gaze. Her words, though simple, carried a weight of meaning that washed over him like a warm embrace.
“Hi, Ro,” (y/n) whispered, her voice soft and tender, the nickname rolling off her tongue like a long-forgotten melody.
Tears pricked at the corners of Roman’s eyes as he took in the sight of her, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. It had been so long since he had heard her call him by that nickname, a term of endearment that held a special place in his heart.
Unable to contain the swell of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him, Roman reached out, his hand trembling as he gently cupped (y/n)’s cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that trailed down her face.
“I missed you, (y/n),” Roman whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I missed you so much.”
(y/n) smiled weakly, her fingers intertwining with his as she squeezed his hand gently. “I missed you too, Ro,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Cody excused himself from the room to inform a nurse of (y/n)’s awakening, Roman and (y/n) were left alone, their hands still clasped together, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and understanding.
With a trembling breath, (y/n) mustered the courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper yet filled with undeniable sincerity. “Roman,” she began, her heart pounding in her chest, “I want you to know...I forgive you.”
Roman’s breath caught in his throat at her words, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had hoped for forgiveness, prayed for it with every fiber of his being, but to hear (y/n) say the words out loud was a gift beyond measure.
Tears welled up in Roman’s eyes as he looked at her, his heart overflowing with gratitude and love. “Thank you, (y/n),” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”
(y/n) smiled softly, her fingers squeezing his hand gently. “We’ve both made mistakes, Roman,” she replied, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “But what’s important is that we’re here, together, ready to move forward.”
In that moment, surrounded by the sterile white walls of the hospital room, Roman and (y/n) shared a silent understanding, a promise to each other to never again let pride or ego come between them. For they knew that their love was stronger than any obstacle, more powerful than any force in the universe.
And as Cody returned to the room, his face lighting up with relief at the sight of (y/n) awake and smiling, Roman and (y/n) shared a knowing glance, their hearts intertwined in a bond that could never be broken.
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As (y/n) embarked on her journey of recovery, Roman and Cody stood by her side every step of the way, their unwavering support and love serving as a beacon of hope in the darkness.
In the days and weeks that followed, the hospital room became a sanctuary of healing and restoration, a place where (y/n) could focus on rebuilding her strength and reclaiming her health. Roman and Cody took turns sitting by her bedside, offering words of encouragement and comfort, their presence a source of solace in her time of need.
Together, they navigated the challenges of physical therapy and rehabilitation, celebrating every small victory and milestone achieved. Roman held (y/n)’s hand as she took her first steps, her determination mirrored in the steadfastness of his support. Cody cheered her on as she pushed through the pain, his unwavering belief in her strength serving as a constant reminder of her resilience.
But it wasn’t just the physical challenges that (y/n) faced in her recovery. The emotional toll of the accident weighed heavily on her, her mind plagued by doubts and fears about the future. Roman and Cody listened patiently as she poured out her heart, offering words of reassurance and understanding, their love a steadfast anchor in the storm of her emotions.
As the days turned into weeks, (y/n)’s strength grew, her spirit held together by the unwavering love and support of her husband and brother. Together, they faced each new challenge with courage and determination, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.
And then, finally, the day came when (y/n) was ready to leave the hospital behind and begin the next chapter of her recovery journey. With Roman and Cody by her side, she stepped out into the world, her heart filled with gratitude for the love that had carried her through the darkest of times.
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Three weeks after (y/n) completed her recovery process, Roman wanted to celebrate her strength and resilience in a special way. He planned a private date for them, a secluded spot where they could bask in the beauty of their love and the journey they had overcome together.
As they arrived at the picturesque location, Roman took (y/n)’s hand in his, his eyes shining with love and admiration. “I wanted to do something special for you,” he began, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. “To show you just how much you mean to me.”
(y/n) looked at him, her heart swelling with emotion at the sincerity in his words. “You’ve already done so much for me, Roman,” she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. “Just being here with you is more than enough.”
But Roman shook his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “There’s one more thing,” he said, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small velvet box. As he opened it, (y/n)’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of the glistening diamond ring nestled inside.
Her eyes widened in recognition as she saw the ring—a familiar sight that filled her with warmth and nostalgia. It was her ring, the same one he had used to ask her to marry him the first time, a symbol of their enduring love and commitment.
Tears welled up in (y/n)’s eyes as Roman held the ring out to her, his gaze unwavering as he spoke the words she had longed to hear. “Will you marry me again, (y/n)? Renew our vows?” he asked, his voice filled with hope and longing.
Her heart swelled with overwhelming love as she looked into Roman’s eyes, her soul reaching out to meet his in a silent exchange of devotion. “Yes, Roman,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “A thousand times yes.”
As Roman slid the ring onto her finger, sealing their vow of love and commitment once more, (y/n) knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, united in their unwavering devotion to each other.
Roman’s touch lingered on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers as he sealed their vow with the exchange of the ring. And then, without a word, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a tender, heartfelt kiss.
It was a kiss filled with promises of love and devotion, a silent vow to always stand by each other’s side through thick and thin. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of their love and the serenity of the secluded spot, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the sweetness of their embrace.
As they pulled away, their hearts intertwined in a silent exchange of love, (y/n) knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, united in their unwavering commitment to each other. For their love was a force to be reckoned with, a bond that could withstand the test of time, guiding them towards a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
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romanreignseater · 1 year
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Mr. WrestleMania
Roman Reigns x Reader
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut, smut and more smut. A little honorable mention fluff; but very brief
“After a flawless victory at his 3rd Main Event at WrestleMania, your Tribal Chief deserved three special treats.”
A/N: Had to write this in honor of our Tribal Chief retaining last night, I was real nervous, and was even setting myself up for failure. But, I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN 😭!!
GIF: @doinggreat
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“Acknowledge me.” His wispy voice brought chills to your body.
“Cut! Great job baby.”
“Thank you babe, don’t forget to post that.”
Here he was, your husband, Roman Reigns. Still reigning supreme and he’s just getting started.
Whether or not people are upset Roman won, you’ll always and forever be proud of him.
Kudos to the white knight, but it wasn’t his time. “You already know how I do mama.” His hands grip your waist and a chaste kiss was placed upon your lips. Your smile as bright as ever and his eyes lighting up at your beauty.
“My Tribal Chief?” The voice of the wiseman interrupted your serene moment with your man. “Yes wiseman?”
“The Escalade is ready for you and Y/N to take you back to the hotel.” “Thanks wiseman! Now… vanish.” Your arms wrapped tightly around Roman’s right bicep. “Of course.” And with that, the wiseman was left scurrying.
“Why do you have to be so nasty to him?” Roman laughed as he witnessed you verbally abuse his special counsel. “I’m not nasty with him, but I wanna be nasty to you.” Your hands grip the neck of his shirt and your face centimeters away from his.
“Ohhh, that’s how you feel?!” Your Tribal Chief couldn’t contain his desire for your dominance.
“That’s exactly how I feel.” You said almost immediately.
His brow arched into a questioning look. “And exactly how are you gonna do that?!” A gasp slid passed your lips as he roughly pulled you in by your hips, so there was no space between you. His large hands quickly travelled down to your plump ass, which was waiting to be grasped.
His hands squeezed and released your supple cheeks as you looked him up in his eyes and bit your lip. “You haven’t answered me mama?!” Your eyes began searching his as his hands still worked their magic…
“You are an icon, you are a Hall of Famer, you are the one, and you ARE the Greatest. Of. All. Time, and that’s why you deserve to fuck my throat tonight.” Roman’s couldn’t contain his smile. By god, did he love a woman who can hype him on his accomplishments and speak so dirty to him at the same damn time.
“Reallyyyyy?! Anything else?” Your smile couldn’t contain itself either. “Why, of course there is. What kind of woman would I be if I didn’t give you a proper way to celebrate tonight’s victory?”
“So… Mrs. Reigns, in what other ways are you gonna treat me?!” Both of your smirks seemed to never falter from each others face. “Well Mr. WrestleMania… I know you love how much I taste, so I was planning for you eat my cunt with a little strawberries and whipped cream.”
Roman grunted at the thought of having you spread open with whipped cream sprawled all over your sweet cunt.
His voice became deeper and huskier, “What else?”
“What else?! Baby, you already know how I get down when I’m treating you.” You smiled.
You took care of Roman very well, at home, all over the world, and especially in the bedroom, or floor, or kitchen counter, or the living room couch. It doesn’t matter where, you knew how to please your man and make him feel like the king he already is.
You went on your tippy toes to reach his ear. “And I’m gonna ride that dick. All. The. Way. Back. Home.” You fell back on your feet to look him in his eyes and gauge his reaction. “Thanks.” His random vow of appreciation to you stumped your mind, you were confused as to what he was thanking you for.
“Ummm, for what baby?!”
“For being here for me throughout this entire journey, being by my side, and uplifting me all the way.” He walked away from you and towards the chair where his belts laid.
“This is for you, and all the work you do. And before I beat the brakes off that pussy up in that hotel room tonight, I just needed to let you know how much you mean to me and you’ve made me into the man I am today. Without no Y/N, there would be no Roman Reigns or Joe Anoa’i, and I wouldn’t be operating at this level without you, so thanks mama.”
Your eyes became misty thinking about how far he’s come and the absolute success and power he has earned. “You’re welcome baby, I really appreciate that!”
You both smiled at one another, but his faded quickly. He stepped up to as you back away, you backed away so far you hit the wall.
“I meant what I said when I’m gonna beat the brakes off of my pussy.” You gulped what felt like your last breath. As he left you breathless, he grabbed bag for you and headed toward the door.
“Shall we, my queen?”
You looked as his inviting bent arm, and nodded.
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Later on, you both arrived at the hotel after a long, hot, and steamy make out session in the back of the Escalade.
Thank god there was a curtain separating you guys from the driver.
On the 50th floor, you and your man took a shower together. Washing each others bodies, and groping one another.
But now, Roman’s ass was pressed against the bathroom counter, and you were on your knees.
You looked up at your Tribal Chief as you stroked his member and cupped his balls. “Couldn’t wait to get me up here, huh?!” Your smile couldn’t leave your face as you reminisce on the utter urgency you felt on pleasuring your man and rushing him up to the room. The elevator felt like it wasn’t going anywhere.
But soon, your smile faltered, your eyes darken, and your ministrations on his cock begin to quicken. His puffy, pink lips trapped between his pearly, white teeth as he watched you abused his cock.
Roman hissed as you roughly rubbed your thumb against his tip. “You like that daddy?!” Who am I kidding, I know you do.” Your voice set into a sultry tone wanting to seduce him as much as possible.
Your lips soon engulf the head of his dick and began suckling his sweet, fat tip. Roman’s eyes rolled to back of his head as he indulged in the savory feeling of you pleasuring him.
“Oh my god… do that shit baby girl, do that shiiitt.” His tongue passed over his top lip, and he placed his right hand on your head to fasten your movements.
You bobbed you head back and forth, as you knew the throat fucking was starting to begin.
You relaxed your throat, sat on your shins, and placed your hands on Roman’s thick thighs. Roman ceased his lean against bathroom counter and stood up straight.
“You ready baby?!” You sent for a go with a thumbs up. You felt dizzy as Roman’s huge hands were clasped against both sides of your head. Your tongue laid flat against the underside of his cock and your mouth agape.
Roman began pumping his cock in and out of your wet mouth tenderly. Your eyes hung low as you watched the sly expression on his face. “Watch my cock fuck your throat mama.” Already naked from taking a shower together, your pussy wet, and leaking onto the ground.
Your eyes transversed from his eyes to the tanned dick pumping in and out of your mouth. Roman’s left hand clamped the back of your head making a makeshift ponytail, and his right cupped underneath your chin. The inside of his thighs hit your cheeks as he brutally slammed his cock into your mouth.
You gagged, your saliva coating the entirety of his member. Your red painted nails pressed into his thighs as he held a stalemate in your throat. His eyes now set on your hands, waiting for the signal. But, your eyes deep and filled with lust, you let his cock stay still in your throat.
“F-uuuckkkk, you’re gonna let me stay in that throat baby?” Shit, he could live in there for all you care. Roman pulled his cock out of your mouth, and your hand rubbed your pussy. Collecting all of your essence, you then smear your juices all over his dick. His chest rising up and down as you sucked the head of his cock hard. He was quick to make you stand up, and pushed you towards the door.
You crawled on the bed sensually with your back arched, and your ass propped up. You quickly maneuvered to your back and spread your legs open. Your honey essence covering the expansion of your spread thighs.
“Fuckkkk, that pussy real wet for me huh?!” Your eyes shifted immediately to the strawberries and whipped room service left on the nightstand. Roman’s eyes followed and flew to the berries and cream. (I’m a little lad who loves berries and cream; I couldn’t help it 😭).
A plump, red strawberry was vastly put up against your lips. And as you opened your lips, you darted your tongue out to sensually grasp the sweet fruit. The juices burst into a flavorful explosion inside of your mouth. The whipped cream canister was shook by the Tribal Chief as he lowered his head to your cunt.
“I ain’t even have dinner yet baby, but I’m skipping straight to dessert.”
The noisy canister explodes whipped cream around your cunt, and a dollop on your clit. The can was throw across the room, and the menace immediately licked up the cream around your pussy. His tongue pointed out, scoped the cream on your clit; just narrowly hitting your sensitive spot.
His lips wrapped around his cunt ever so delightfully, and his abuse began. He lapped up your juices from your flowing center and sucked it up. “Mmmmmm.” Your lips pressed together as you revel in the pleasure. Roman continued his ministrations; continually lapping up your sweet nectar.
“Oh my god, don’t stop dadd-…” Just as you were mid sentence, Roman licked a bold stripe from your hole up to your heated clit. Your body shivered living in the sensation. “Who said I was gonna stop baby?!” His mouth enclosed your pussy as he spoke those words.
He kept licking and licking and licking your sensitive, pulsing clit. “Hol-yyyy shittt, right there, *grunt*, right FUCKING there!” Your legs quaked as your climax took over you. As you were catching your breath, the Tribal Chief stole it with a heavy kiss. The dizzy feeling in your head didn’t prolong when Roman soon dragged your legs to the edge of the bed.
He spread them all the way open, almost ready to dive in again. But, you stopped him.
“Baby… I told you I was gonna ride yo ass all the way back home, and I meant what I said.” His hands lifted up in surrender and marched his way to the middle of the large hotel bed.
Your thighs encased each side of his and you lowered yourself onto his cock. You both moaned as you ease his length into your throbbing cunt. “I’m gonna take you there baby.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Taking his words as a threat you began pounding onto your man’s lap, taking his dick real good. As you rode him, you made sure to squeeze his dick with your pussy to increase the pleasure and pressure. You pushed him to lay flat on the bed and kept your hands on his burly chest. You rode him faster and faster; his teeth clenched together enjoying the moment of ecstasy.
“Mmmmm, ride that fuckin’ dick mama.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and slammed yourself continuously on his member. Roman grabbed two handfuls of your ass and guided your rough fucking session. Your moans booming through the room and the wet slapping sounds clouded the air. Roman’s eyes hit the back of his head as he reached his high.
His cum filled up your entire pussy as you released as well. You got off of Roman and cuddled up to his side. “That was exactly what I needed after today.” You caressed his beard and stared at him lovingly. “It’s what you deserve.”
Your smiles heavy as you both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
Then. Now. Forever. Together
THE END!!
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pr0wlerpunk · 1 year
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Title: I trust you.
Person: Roman reigns(yayyy)
Requested: |Yes|No|
Part. 2 Part. 3
★Trust Masterlist
Afab!reader
Warnings: slight!angst, slight!dark themes, reader feels frightened after the whole Sami zayn thing, Reader thinks bloodline is going to betray her, reader is very overwhelmed so that means crying :/
Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman
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Pic creds: WWE/friend Aya
A/n: this is meant for a Roman x Reader thing but it also has some bloodline x reader, also no real plot made!
Standing backstage watching Sami and ko talk Paul walked up to you
“Miss Yn, you have a match right after…that” he gestured towards the screen
“Wait what?” You were confused, how’d you been that out of it you’d forgotten about a match?
“Miss Yn, have you forgotten?!” Seeing the shocked expression on his face was enough to keep you quite
“Oh my, I’ll contact the tribal chief and tell him you can’t do this match-”
“No!” You were quick to say rushing to grab his hands
“No?” He questioned
“I’m doing the match” nodding your head as you spoke
Paul slowly put his phone back into his pocket before nodding and leaving
You let out a short huff as you felt tears prick your eyes…
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You hadn’t known what to expect but asuka wasn’t one of them, still you carried on the match like you would any other one
Except
Something was off
Everyone could see it…
You were on edge
All you could think about was how many times the boys got ambushed or even Cody rhodes coming down that ramp with Ko and Sami, still you knew you couldn’t fail
Failure would compromise your position in the bloodline
Because unlike Sami you actually loved being in it…
So you pushed yourself, breaking out of all the holds and pins she had you in, at one point you thought you were about to win
That was until..
“Asuka with her mist!” Corey yelled into his mic as you felt the sudden burn to your eyes
wiping at your face to try and get some of the most of as your vision blurred, barely being able to see you felt a kick to the face
Stumbling back you felt a liquid run down your mouth as you realized she made your nose bleed
Again thought swirled in your head
This is too much
What are they going to think of me?
Do they think I’m useless?
What does Roman think of me now?
Does he think I’m useless too?
You hadn’t realized it but you were crying
Quiet sobs racked through your throat as you trembled with only one current thought
You had to win.
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And so you did
with a spear actually she never saw it coming as it knocked her out cold
Blood rushing out of her nose as you hoped out the ring and walked up the mat
The stadium erupting in cheers of your name as you turned out of sight
The first thing you could start to see was Paul and a medic
But you kept walking wanting this night to be over
you could hear Paul tell the medic something before his footsteps picked up until he was right next to you as you both stood outside the entrance to Roman’s locker room
Silence filled the air as neither of you made a move to enter
“Miss Yn..” turning your head slightly as to acknowledge him
“Are-are you okay?” You could fill the tears prick back up in the sincerity of his voice
You sucked in a breath as you shaked your head yes, not trusting you voice to speak
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As you and Paul entered he took his seat next to Roman as you stood awaiting
Roman looked up before motioning you to come towards him
Making your way you expected to be yelled at
What you didn’t expect was for him to pull you into his lap to inspect your nose and eyes
“Why’d you turn away the medic?”
It was a simple question really
so why did it break the wall you had built up?
Tears streamed down your face for the second time this night as sobs broke out your throat
Body shaking as Roman pulled you further into him shushing you
You couldn’t see the confused face Roman gave his cousins
Or even their confused ones back
“Baby, why’re crying?” His voice softening
All you could repeat was “I’m sorry”
All your bottled up feelings came rushing out at once and you didn’t know how to stop them
“Babygirl look at me”
“You did nothing wrong, so why are you crying?” Hearing his confusion you sniffled before speaking
“Because I almost lost the match, and you probably think I’m stupid for not expecting her mist, and you probably think I’m like Sami, and im scared your all gonna turn on me when I don’t expect it-” you rambling was cut short as he quickly spoke up
“Hey, hey, hey” his voice light as he looked directly into your eyes
“You will Never be stupid or useless to me or anyone I’n this family you hear me?” His voice become start as he continued his own ramble
“You are Not Like Sami and you Never will be”
“So what if you got sprayed, you Won that’s all that matters and you should be proud of yourself like we are” you eyes widened before you spoke
“You’re-you’re proud of me?”
You couldn’t see it but Jey,Jimmy and Solo exchanged knowing looks with each other
“Yes sweetheart we all are” he gestured behind him where Jey,Jimmy and Solo all agreed
“Why?” Your voice meek as you spoke
“Because we Trust you”
There was a pause..
“Princess I Trust you..” hearing that statement made more sobs come out as your body shook
“Shh I know, cmon let’s get you cleaned up babygirl”
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After getting cleaned up you went to bed before them shortly after they entered the room standing over you
“She’s overwhelmed uce” jimmy spoke quietly as to not wake you
His twin rolled his eyes scoffing lowly
“She needs a break from this bullshit”
It was silent as the tension picked up
“Nah”
Eyes turning to their youngest
“She needs us”
Solo spoke looking directly at your sleeping form
They all looked at each other before nodding with a shared thought..
You Needed Them
And No One was taking you away from them
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Not proof read!
If this does well and if you guys ask for it I might make a part 2
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raya-hunter01 · 30 days
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Cruising Love Pt. 1
Two Shot Request
Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)
Jimmy Uso x Trin
Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)
Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)
Montez Ford x Bianca Belair
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut,
Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23
Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.
His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.
Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?
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Jacksonville, FL
Regen Seven Seas Cruises
Jey's POV
Damn it’s crowded and I wish we had got here earlier, but we were running behind schedule, but we made it. It really is a lot that goes into this cruising thing, but I’ll do anything for my lady.
“Will you stop looking at Kayla like she’s going to disappear,” Jimmy said as I looked at my girlfriend talking to Trin, Carmen, and Bianca.
“I’m waiting on Bianca to answer my text,” I said as I saw her looking at her phone, typing away with a smile on her face. “
“Stop worrying, you know Bianca got you. We all got you,” Sefa said looking at his girlfriend who game us a thumbs up.
“See Carmen is on it,” Jimmy said as I let out the breath I was holding.
The girls helped me plan this cruise for Kayla’s birthday and I want everything to go according to plan. WWE gave us thanksgiving week off this year and that made planning this trip much easier.
“Jey, everything is going to be beautiful, and Kayla will love everything you have planned, because she loves you. Then on top of that you know she’s going to say yes to your proposal so stop trippin’,” Robin reassured me as Joe kissed her on the temple.
“Keep him in line mama, we’re here to have fun and enjoy this break,” Joe whispered as I rolled my eyes.
“We are going to have fun-” I started but closed my mouth as I saw Kayla heading back over.
“What are ya’ll talking about?” Kayla asked coming to stand beside me checking her phone.
“Nothing baby, we just ready to get on the ship,” I said as she smiled brightly at me.
“I’m ready to get my birthday week started myself. Trin wants us to hit one of the clubs on the ship tonight,” she said I looked at Trin strangely as she shrugged her shoulders.
“Hey, ya’ll can do a boys night out too, ain’t nobody stoppin’ ya’ll,” she said as Kayla laughed at Jimmy shaking his head.
“A guys night out could be fun, maybe we could play pool,” Sefa added seeing how antsy I was.
“Uh, yea that’s cool I’m on board with it,” I said as the line finally began moving and thankfully, they were on a roll now. It took us about thirty minutes to finally get on and another twenty to find our rooms.
Kayla’s POV
“Oh, shit! Babe this is too much,” I gasped looking around our suite before going out onto the balcony.
“It’s your birthday week, nothing is too much baby,” he whispered gently kissing my neck as I blushed profusely.  “Thank you it’s really beautiful, everything is,” I whispered as I felt his smile against my neck.
“Not as beautiful as you, but just know before this week is over, I’m making love to you out here on this balcony in that shower,” he said pointing to the overhead shower against the wall.
“Oh, my now what will the neighbors have to say about that?” I asked turning around in his arms as we shared a brief kiss. 
“Don’t know and don’t care, but I know one thing they definitely gon’ know my fuckin’ name before this trip is over. Every night yo fine ass gon’ be screamin’ it,” Jey whispered before tasting my lips again.
“Oh, is that right?” I asked truly turned on as his eyes sparkled with mischief.
 “Damn right now go put on that pretty sundress for me that you bought. We gotta meet everyone on the deck in a few minutes, the dance party you girls wanted to check out starts soon,” he said as I felt even more giddy inside, my man was on it.
“Thanks again for all of this,” I whispered before heading inside to freshen up and change. This trip was definitely starting off right and hope it continues.
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Deck Dance Party
Jey’s POV
I have to say, so far, the trip is going off without a hitch as we watched the girls on the middle deck dancing with fellow passengers without a care in the world. I still had one thing on my mind though.
“How bout Danielle texted me the other day talking about we needed closure,” I said to myself as I Joe raised his eyebrows at me.
“Damn, it’s like she has ESPN when your happy and tries to sneak in and fuck it up with that toxic shit,” he said as Jimmy scoffed, taking a sip of his beer.
“Uce, you and Kayla been rockin’ for three years. She’s loyal and held you down through a lot of shit. Don’t let nobody come in and fuck that up. The closure was done when you put her ass out and broke up with her,” Jimmy said as Joe nodded in agreement.
“I should have ended it better, I was so cold to her,” I said as Montez looked at me like I had grown three heads.
"Well if thirty thousand disappeared from my savings I'd be cold as fuck too. You went through that toxic shit for so long you feel undeserving of love and normalcy, but you are deserving. Let Kayla love you, just be happy man," Montez said as i nodded trying to truly digest his words.
“Kayla loves you and has held you down. Being a wrestler’s girlfriend or wife ain’t for the weak. Hell, she helped you build your brand,” Joe said as I smiled taking a swig of my beer.
“You should have seen her in the studio while I was remixing our old song. Do it again babe and yell louder, Iet’em know you feelin’ ucey,” I said mocking her as the guys laughed.
Danielle never understood my passion for wrestling but, when I met Kayla, I was thrown off by how supportive she was. I thought she was too good to be true and tried to close off my feelings.
Through it all Kayla never stopped being herself and each time I was in her presence another barrier would crumble and the deeper I fell in love with her.
The countless nights she sat up late letting me cut promos on her and giving advice. Like she actually cares and loves to come on the road to visit me and enjoy the shows.
“What’s got you over there in deep thought, Uce?” Joe asked as I smiled.
 “Just thinking bout Kay, and how much I love that woman. You know she’s already got her schedule mapped out to come on the road with me next month for a week to help out with my meetings with the WWEShop executives and Paul. She did me a couple of sketches of some new merchandise ideas I had.”
 “See that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, you deserve somebody like that on your team. Ya’ll grindin’ together, Uce.  Not somebody that has nothing to offer but sex, manipulation and don’t even get me started on the money she stole from you,” Jimmy said as Sefa watched me intently.
“Go ahead Uce, add your two cents in I can take it,” I said, his stoic expression even more judging than it normally is on TV.
 “Jey, you deserve happiness, and you need to stop thinking that you don’t. Danielle is the past, don’t let her spoil your future with Kayla,” he said as I smiled at him stealing a glance at Kayla out on the dance floor.
“Man, you better get yo’ shit together, all this stuff Bianca and I had to order and get shipped to Puerto Rico. If you fuck this up, she will kill you,” Montez said as we all laughed.
“I got it together man, I’m just thankful ya’ll agreed to help me get everything set up,” I said as he smiled.
“You know she loves to decorate and drags me along to help, but I love it too. I think that is going to be the business move for us when we decide to retire,” Montez said as I almost felt envious of him. He’s thinking about life after wrestling and is coming up with a plan.
“I’m going to order me another drink, anybody want anything?” I asked, getting up as Joe held up his beer.
“Get me a refill this gon’ be a long day,” he said looking back down at the girls dancing on the deck.
“Shit, you know it, I’ll go wit you,” Jimmy said getting up following me to the bar as I stopped in my tracks spotting a familiar figure from afar.
“I know this isn’t happening to me,” I whispered as Jimmy collided with my back. “Damn, why did you stop?” he asked as I tried to play it off as I saw my ex-girlfriend with her sister leaving the bar and heading towards the deck.
“Uh, I tripped over these damn slides,” I said as he laughed. “Man, come one let’s get these drinks and get back to the deck, we missing the show,” he said as I smiled but underneath my smile I was shook.
This was all I needed was Danielle lurking around and I knew if she saw any of us it would be a disaster.
“Aye, snap outta it Uce, we need to order,” Jimmy said going around me and heading to the bar.
“Just, avoid her ass at all costs and enjoy your trip,” I muttered to myself in denial. Deep down I knew at some point in time we were going to run into each other.
Yea, this definitely was going to be a long five days on this fuckin’ ship.
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Four years earlier
“I do support you!” Danielle cried as the anger in me continued to boil.
“I begged yo ass to come on the road with me, you never have time even though you have no job. You just want to shop, max out my damn credit cards and flex on Instagram.”
“You told me I could get what I needed! Don’t make it seem like I just did it without your knowledge!” Danielle yelled as I growled.
How does me telling her that she can use my credit card when she needs something turn into you spending three grand a week.
 “That ain’t what I meant, and you know it. I’mma let you have that shit and move on. I want you to explain the newest most deceitful shit you’ve done to me,” I said as her eyes widened in shock.  “Yea, the jig us up, I can’t believe you didn’t think I would find out,” I hissed as she cried.
“Jey, I’m not feeling well,” she whimpered as I scoffed in anger.  “Cut the bullshit, explain to me how thirty thousand is missing from my savings,” I said pulling out my bank statement showing her the evidence in black and white as she continued to cry.
Yea, poor Joshua finally got some damn sense.
“Uh, I—I-Joshua,” Danielle stuttered as I slammed the paper down on the counter.
“Don’t call me that! Only my family can call me that and you ain’t my family, you never were!
“Yes, I am your family I-“she started as I bitterly cutting her off.
“You been stealing from me! Stealing from the person you say you love! Shit, who needs enemies when snakes like you are surrounding me!” I hissed as her crocodile tears made me even more pissed off.
“I’m sorry Jey, I didn’t want to hurt you, I can give it back,” she whispered as I shook my head in disgust.
“Danielle, all I want is for you to get out and stay out. You got an hour to pack what you can and get the fuck out.”
“Jey, we can work this out! I know I fucked up,” Danielle cried as I tried to keep my cool, but it wasn’t working.
“Yea, you fucked up big time and I’m done! When I get back you better be gone. Also, all my accounts have been switched so your cards won’t work anymore.”
“What am I supposed to do?” she whispered as Trin came into the kitchen where we were.
“Use that thirty grand you stole to start over,” I said as she cringed at my words.
“Hey, your door was open, is everything ok?” Trin asked taking in the tense scene. I can’t even imagine how we looked to her right now.
"Yea, thanks for coming sis. I just needed you and Cameron to look after the house while she packs her shit,” I said as Trin looked at Danielle shaking her head.
“Cameron is in the car talking to Sefa on the phone, his flight is delayed but she’ll be in shortly,” Trin said as I gave her a hug.
“Thanks, I just need to get outta here,” I whispered as she nodded tightening her arms around me.
“Go, we’ll call you when she’s gone,” she said as I felt a heavy load lifted off of my shoulders.
“Jey, you can’t just discard me!” Danielle screamed as Trin ushered me towards the door as Cameron walked inside.
“Jey you can’t do this!” Danielle cried as Cameron stopped me from turning around and answering.
“Ignore her, Jimmy is waiting at the house,” Cameron said grabbing my hand, giving a comforting squeeze as I felt my eyes burning. Yea, I needed to leave now.
“We’ll call you when it’s done,” Trin said as Carmen rolled her eyes looking at Danielle moving in slow motion around the living room.
“Girl, hurry up and get started packin’ your shit. We ain’t got all day and run them keys too because we don’t need you snooping around when Jey isn’t here.”
“A locksmith is on the way to change the locks; I don’t want to chance her having copies. I will get ya’ll a copy before I leave tomorrow night,” I said walking away, not really wanting to talk anymore to anybody.
Six years down the drain and right up under my nose. I’ll never let anybody close to me ever again.
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Sefa and Cameron’s Suite
“I don’t think you saw Danielle; it can’t be,” Sefa said as I rolled my eyes. “I know what I saw and what I saw was that barracuda. Last thing we need is her trying to run up on Jey trying to reconnect, painting a perfect picture as to how she has changed,” I said as he groaned in frustration.
“Damn, why shit can’t be simple for once,” he said as I sighed.
“Because your brother can’t stay mad at nobody and that’s the problem.”
“Jey loves Kayla, and he wouldn’t jeopardize that, I just know it,” he said as I sat beside him on the bed.
“I know he loves her, but I also remember the hold Danielle used to have on him and it scares me,” I said as Sefa laced our fingers together.
“Jey knows what he has in Kayla and he ain’t messing that up for nobody, you’re worrying for nothing,” Sefa whispered as I tried to see his positive outlook but I knew that bitch.
If she ever saw Jey, she definitely would try to seduce him. Yea, this trip just went to shit.
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Jey & Kayla’s Suite
Kayla’s POV
“Mmhm right there,” I moaned as Jey’s smiled against my neck gently biting as I rocked my hips against his fingers.
“Yea, you like dat shit don’t you?” he moaned as I whimpered in pleasure as he curved his fingers against my G spot. His thumb gently and urgently caressing my clit.
“Answer me princess,” Jey moaned using his other hand to grasp my chin bringing my mouth to his.
“Yes! I love it,” I whimpered grinding on his lap as he growled. “Fuck, you trying to make daddy cum too ain’t you?” Jey asked as I smirked. “Mmhm, I want you to come wit me,” I whispered as our moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. “How long has it been since I made you cum?” Jey gasped as I continued to grind against him as his fingers and mouth sent shivers down my spine.
“This morning!” I yelped against his lips as he smiled. “Too long, cum wit me beautiful,” he groaned. “Mmm, I love you,” I whispered as Jey smiled. “I love you too princess,” he whispered as our lips met again in a passionate kiss as we fell over the edge together.
 Something so innocent got us both so hot. It’s purely ridiculous what this man does to me should be against the damn law.
“Damn, all I said was help me put on my necklace,” I gasped trying to catch my breath as Jey laughed. “Shit, you looked amazing in the dress, I couldn’t help it,” he said letting me go as I stood up.
“Yea, now I gotta change because you messed up my dress,” I said looking at the back in the mirror. “Aye, that was all you grinding up on this dick, dry humping like we teenagers,” he said with a sexy smirk as I blushed.
“There wasn’t nothin’ dry bout that humpin’ sir, and I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago,” I said as he shrugged his shoulders.
 “And never will, I was just trying to give you a lil quick nut before your night out and you turn it into a two for one special,” he said as I laughed going over to the closet to find something else to wear.
“Now I gotta clean up and try this again, you stay your ass right there,” I said going into the bathroom as his laughter filled the room.
Yea, I really loved that man.
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Club Tide
Trin’s Pov
The club was jumping but i was too focused on the information Cameron shared earlier about seeing Danielle.
“Ladies, the gentleman at the bar ordered you all another round,” the waiter said as we all looked to see a tall handsome guy at the bar smiling raising his glass.
“Aww that was sweet,” Kayla said raising her glass before throwing back her shot.
“Kay, you need to pace yourself,” Carmeron said as Kayla smiled. “Girl, it’s my birthday week. We turnin’ up all damn week,” she said as we danced in our VIP section.
“Yea, Kayla can handle her liquor, don’t worry Cam,” I said as I spotted Danielle by the bar looking over at us.
“Is that who I think it is?” Bianca asked as I nodded not wanting to draw attention. We both watched her smirk at us before she disappeared into the crowd.
“That bitch itchin’ for a beat down, I swear,” I whispered as Bianca sucked on her teeth. “I can already see, somebody gon’ beat that bitch ass before we dock back in Florida,” she said as I laughed.
“Let’s not give her that type of energy, this is Kayla’s week. Aye, let’s dance Kay,” I said grabbing her arm leading her to the floor as she smiled brightly at me.
“Girl, we gotta leave soon to meet guys,” she said as we began dancing.
“Come on, we’ll leave soon, let’s just have some fun and unwind,” Cameron said joining us on the floor as I saw Robin and Binaca scanning the room.
No doubt they were trying to watch for Danielle, but that bitch ain’t stupid enough to approach any of us.
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Ocean Bar
Jey’s POV
This was supposed to be a fun guy’s night out, but all I’ve heard is how I need to avoid Danielle. Damn Cameron for blabbing. They talking’ to me like I’m a damn child, almost like they don’t trust me.
“Aye, I’ma head out if ya’ll keep nagging,” I said as Jimmy smirked. “You the only motherfucker I know that can ends up in situations like these. Your current and ex-girlfriend on the same fuckin’ ship,” Jimmy said as I frowned.
“Stop aggravating him Jimmy, he’s got enough on his plate,” Sefa said as Joe checked phone.
“The girls should be back over here soon, Robin just text me,” he said as I nodded trying to tune out Jimmy with his drunk ass.
“Man, don’t you fuck this up, Kayla deserves more than being second fiddle to somebody like Danielle. You don’t deserve her if you gon’ do that,” Jimmy said as Joe reached over and punched him in the shoulder.
“Shut yo’ drunk ass up-” Joe started as I interrupted him. “What you trying to say I don’t deserve her?” I asked, the alcohol clouding my judgement.
“Aye, go chill for a minute, you know he’s drunk and didn’t mean it Jey,” Joe said as I downed my shot and left the table.
“You talk too fuckin’ much,” I heard Sefa hissed to Jimmy.
“Uce, I’m sorry man, come back!” Jimmy yelled as I ignored heading out of the bar and heading up to the deck.
“Drunk ass just doesn’t know when to shut up,” I muttered not paying attention as to where I was going and collided with someone.
“You’re still clumsy as ever I see,” Danielle said as I jumped back in shock as she smiled brightly at me.
I didn’t know what to say standing before me was my past and internally I’m trippin’.
“Hey, Jey,” she whispered giving me a hug as I hesitated before returning the gesture.
“Hey Danielle,” I said as she rubbed my back before pulling away.
“It’s really good to see you, “she said as I nodded. “You want a drink, you look like you could use one,” she said as I looked at her like she was crazy.
 “I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’m here with my lady,” I said as she smiled. “Look, we made peace with the past, I mean you texted me back and told me we were cool,” Danielle said as I sighed at my words coming back to bite me in the ass.
“I did tell her it was cool and water under the bridge but is this really a good idea.
“Come on, I won’t bite. I know you have a lady and I have a boyfriend. Just have a seat and I’ll go grab us a bottle of Tequilla, I owe you,” she said as I contemplated her offer.
“Uh, I guess taking a shot for old times sake can’t hurt,” I said taking a seat as she went back into the bar.
The longer I sat, the more guilty I felt. “What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered out loud truly feeling like I was asking for trouble.
Just as I got up Danielle came back over with the bottle of Tequilla.
“Let’s toast,” she said pouring us a shot.
“Um, what we are toasting?” I asked as she smiled. “New beginnings,” she whispered as we shared a toast and drank.
The sly look on her face should have made me run for the hills but I stayed and took another shot.
“Let me find us music,” she said pulling out her phone.
“That ain’t necessary, I’m bout to head back inside,” I said as Get Up On it by Kut Klose began playing.
If you really, really want it
All you gotta do is get up on it If you really, really want it
“Do you remember this?” Danielle asked as I nodded. “Yea, I remember Dani,” I said as she smiled. It was the first song we ever danced to on our first date.
“How bout one more dance for old time sakes?” she asked as I went blank on what to next.
What the fuck had I got myself into.
The time has come for us, ooh, baby
To get real busy, baby
“Danielle this ain’t a good idea,” I said as she began dancing up on me.
“Come on, it’s just a dance,” she whispered wrapping my arms around her waist.
Oh, yes, it has, mm
And you don't have to be afraid of our love, oh, no
'Cause it won't hurt you, sugar
Oh, no, it won't, ooh, yeah, baby
Her hips rubbing against mine as I tried to keep it PG. I get myself in the most shit. Her mouth was dangerously close to my neck as I slightly pulled back.
“Danielle stop playin’” I warned as she smirked. “You know you can’t say no to me,” she whispered moving my hand to her ass as I groaned moving them back to her lower back.
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Sefa’s Pov
“I’mma go find Jey, something ain’t right,” I said as Joe stood up to go with me.
“Nah, I got it Uce, keep an eye on Jimmy, Montez still out there dancing,” I said pointing at Jimmy who was nursing his beer.
“Alright, I’ll round him up and we’ll meet you on the deck,” Joe said as I shook my head at Jimmy before heading to find Jey.
“Let me find his ass before the girls get here,” I muttered hoping he ain’t did nothing stupid.
Going out onto the deck and around the corner, my eyes weren’t prepared for the scene before me as I saw Danielle wrapped up in Jey’s arms as they danced.
“What the fuck is he doing?” I hissed, not believing my eyes.
I like it girl, when we
Get real freaky, baby
Ooh, yes, I do, baby
And I'm on my hands and knees
“Hey, Sefa why are you out here?” Trin asked as I bout jumped out of my skin turning around trying to act unfazed and began walking back towards the girls.
“I was waiting for ya’ll, let’s go,” I said wrapping my arm around Kayla and Cameron steering them towards the club.
If you really, really want it (if you really want it, baby)
All you gotta do is get up on it (all you gotta do, girl)
Get up on this love of mine
“You sure everything is, ok? You look pretty spooked right now,” Kayla said as I nodded my head. “Yea, right as rain,where is Bianca?” I asked nervously as Cameron looked at me strangely. "She already went inside," Cameron said as I breathed a sigh of relief.
As I reached for the door, almost home free, I heard Jey laugh as Cameron cut her eyes at me.  I pleaded with my eyes for her not to say anything.
Wait, was that Jey laughing,” Kayla asked stopping in her tracks as I panicked. “Uh, I think it’s just some folks walking the deck,” I said as Kayla scoffed.
“You really think I’m stupid, and don’t know your brothers laugh after being with him for three years,” she asked moving my arm and heading back over to where I had been, with Trin and Robin following her closely.
“Stop her babe, Jey is over there with Danielle,” I said as Cameron’s eyes got wider. “No fuckin’ way,” she whispered as I nodded.
“Kayla, wait please!” Cameron yelled as we ran over to catch up her.
 “No, I wanna see what’s so funny, him and Jimmy must be out here doin’ something crazy,” she said, her smile instantly dropping.
There stood Jey and Danielle, still wrapped up in an embrace, their faces dangerously close.
I know he isn’t going to kiss her; snap out of it you fool.
Jey’s POV
“Jey, come on I won’t tell. Just one kiss,” Danielle begged as I finally came back to reality. “Look, I’m in love with someone, and I can’t do this. This ain’t right.”
 Pushing her away, my heart almost stopped as I saw Kayla staring at me in disbelief a few feet away.
“Shit, baby I can explain, it’s not what it looks like,” I said as she began walking towards us.
“How could it not be what I’m thinking, Jey? You out here hugged up with her, dancing and shit like you single,” Kayla said her eyes betraying her cool exterior. I had hurt her beyond belief.
“You need to leave Danielle,” I said as she rolled her eyes. “No, I’m staying right here,” she said as Kayla stepped between us ignoring Danielle.
“Babe, I can explain,” I said as Kayla slapped me. Ok, I more than deserved that.
“Oh, you bet yo’ ass you gon’ explain and it better be good,” Kayla said as I looked over and Sefa and the girls for some help. But by the looks on their faces I knew I was going to have to get myself out of this one.
“Uce, can ya’ll leave us alone?” I asked my brother as the girls looked hesitant to leave.
“We ain’t leaving Kayla,” Robin said as Kayla shook her head. “I’m ok ya’ll, I’ll catch up wit you,” Kayla whispered as I saw Danielle smirking.
“You better wipe that smirk off your face bitch,” Trin said as Kayla turned back towards Danielle.
“What are you looking at me for, take it up with your man. I can’t help he wants me," she boasts as Kayla laughed.
Kayla’s POV
This bitch really thinks this is a game, I’ll throw him and her ass overboard keep trying me.
“Look, I ain’t talking to you, I’m dealing with my man so you can take your irrelevant ass on,” I said as she got bold and started talking louder.
“I’m grown bitch! You can’t tell me what to do!” She said as I tried to keep my anger under control but failed.
“Bitch, I’m grown too! You got the right one today, keep fuckin around you gon’ be sleeping with the fishes! Now take yo’ ass on somewhere!” I yelled as Jey wrapped his arms around my waist.
 “Aye, baby, let’s go over here and talk, she ain’t even worth it,” Jey said trying to pull me away as I snatched away from him.
 “Let me go! If she ain’t worth it, why was you hugged up with her!” I yelled slapping Jey again as he staggered from the force.
“Ok, I deserve all of that and probably some more," he said as fought to get my emotions in check. I can’t believe he did this.  
“Can we please just leave and talk,” Jey pleaded rubbing his face looking sad and defeated and that in turn made me want to slap his ass again because he caused this.
“Danielle, you’ve done enough, let’s go,” Sefa said as I felt even more insulted catching on to the name he just said.
Danielle, I know this ain’t the dumb bitch that had his ass crossed up before I met him.
“Danielle, as in your ex- Danielle …Daneille that stole thirty grand from you?” I asked, as Jey nodded, looking like he wanted the world to open up and swallow him whole.
“Baby, let’s go talk, I can tell you what happened. You know I love you, it isn't what you think,” Jey said as I looked at him in disbelief.
“You so motherfuckin’ stupid!” I yelled truly frustrated as Jey ran his hands over his face.
“Jey what you begging that bitch for? “You know you still love me,” Danielle said as Trin and Cameron started towards her.
“Nah, I got it ya’ll,” I said finally turning around, giving her what she wanted, which was my undivided attention.
“This is my last warning or your ass gon’ come up missing. I suggest you get the fuck outta here,” I said pointing at her as she rolled her eyes.
“You better stop pointing that finger, or I’ll bite that motherfucka off!” Danielle screamed as I walked right up in her face, pointing my finger once again and mushing her head back in the process.
“Do it bitch!” I hissed as she gasped in shock, mumbling under her breath before making a dramatic exit as Jey pulled me against his chest to stop me from going after her.
“That’s what I thought bitch, you ain’t bout that life. Find you somebody else to play wit,” I said as Trin and Robin looked at me in disbelief.
“Let’s go now damn it!” Jey hissed dragging me off further down the deck away from everyone.
“We’ll make sure she doesn’t come back,” Sefa said as Jey sighed. “Thanks, we’ll be inside in a minute,” Jey said as I moved away from him.
“We will be right here,” Trin said as Robin was talking on her phone to Joe, I’m sure.
Jey’s POV
“Kay, I know it looks bad, but I didn’t kiss her.”  I could feel Kayla shutting down and I felt helpless. I should have just stayed in the bar or took my ass back to the room and none of this shit would have happened.
“Jey, she should have never been in your arms to begin with you put yourself in that position,” Kayla said avoiding eye contact with me.
“I know that now, and I’m sorry,” I whispered truly feeling like a fool. “Jey, is our relationship real?” Kayla asked as I felt like she slapped me in the face again.
“What the hell does that mean? You know our relationship is real, I love you Kay,” I said without hesitation.
“It can’t be, because if it was you wouldn’t have been out her Boo’d up with your ex,” she whispered her voice breaking as I felt my heart stop.
“Baby, it’s not like that, I promise.”
My own heart breaking seeing the tears flowing down her beautiful face. She had to listen to me, I can’t lose her.
“I’m done talking about it, I’m just going to follow your lead,” Kayla said as I felt the bile rising in my throat. “What are you talking bout Kay? “I asked afraid of her answer.
“Maybe I should go find me somebody to grind up on and almost kiss them,” she said as I growled.
 “Kayla, let’s go to our room and work this shit out,” I pleaded as she wiped her tears and smoothed down her leather pants.
“Good night don’t wait up, I’m going to have me some fun now since you’ve already had yours,” she whispered before walking away.
 She wouldn’t…Would she?
“Let’s talk Kayla! I shouted at her retreating form as Trin and Robin looked at me with disappointment in their eyes. “Kay come back!” I yelled as she continued to ignore me.
“You’ve done enough for one night. Go to your room and sleep it off Jey,” Trin said as I sighed.
“I gotta talk to her and tell her it wasn’t what she thought,” I said as Robin came over and gave me a hug.
“Give her some time, she’s hurt, Jey.”
 I knew I had made a mistake, but I prayed she was on her way back to our suite and not heading to do something she could never take back.
“I’mma go wait for her in the room,” I said as Trin rolled her eyes. “I could beat yo’ ass right now,” she muttered as I nodded my head in agreement too ashamed to speak.
I made the long journey to our suite with hope in my heart that Kayla would be there so we could talk. Opening the door, I was met with silence as I looked around the room.
Going out onto the balcony I sat down staring into the pitch-black darkness as my Montez’s words echoed in my head from earlier.
“You went through that toxic shit for so long you feel underserving of love and normalcy, but you are deserving. Let Kayla love you, just be happy man.”
 “Yea, way to go idiot,” I whispered alone in my own personal hell as I tried not to imagine Kayla with someone else.
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The next morning
Kayla’s POV
I got up and left before Joe and Robin woke up. I needed to shower and get ready before we dock in the Bahamas. It’s still my birthday weekend and I planned to enjoy it.
I hope Jey is still asleep, I don’t feel like talking this morning. Opening the door quietly and going inside I was met with a worried remorseful stare from Jey as he sat on the edge of the bed facing the door.
“Where you been all night?” he asked as I ignored him going over to the closet to get my outfit out.
“Damn it Kay, where have you been?” he asked as I continued to ignore him.
 “Can we at least talk after your shower?” Jey asked as I sighed.
“Look, I crashed with Joe and Robin because I’m not built like you. I can’t forget I’m in an actual relationship and do something I know would hurt you no matter how pissed I am,” I said as Jey sighed in relief.
“Thank god,” he whispered as I rolled my eyes. “Look, I need to shower and get changed can you go?” I asked, not wanting to see his face at the moment. 
“What you mean go? We need to talk Kayla.”
“I don’t feel comfortable undressing in front of you so could you please leave,” I said as I felt the shock rolling off of Jey in waves, but I was hurting too.
“You don’t feel comfortable undressing in front of me? Your man of three years, really Kayla?” he asked in disbelief as I felt my chest tighten.
“Are you my man, Jey? Because you seemed to have forgot that you were last night when you were cozied up with your ex,” I said not backing down.  I know he didn’t kiss her; I know I may be overreacting but needed some space to process this shit. Jey sighed in defeat grabbing his shoes and heading towards the door. 
“I’ll leave, but this ain’t over Kayla. You gon’ have to talk to me sometime because I ain’t givin’ up. I love you, and I ain’t about to lose you now,” he whispered before walking out the door as I broke down in tears.
Some fucking birthday..........
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joannasteez · 5 months
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nsfw alphabet | romans reigns
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pairing: roman reigns x black reader
warning/authors note: self explanatory. explicit content below! minors please do not interact. i been wanting to do one of these for a little minute so here it us.
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(A) AFTERCARE
the throb in your spine is sweet. but it is torture. it aches. takes the course of your muscles, leaving you limp and short breathed. dragging moans pass into whimpers, the split of your ears and that wayward blur of vision taking you fast. he was good, too much even, making a mess of you to please his own needs. an insatiable desire to see you broken and undone. he loved you, a natural dedication to you like the sun to it's sky, but he loved to wreck you just as easily. pull you to pieces just to build you whole again. 
so he holds you close, like a soft mold against the wide build of him. a tender grip of hands and light kisses to your pulse that will away those harsh thumps of blood. he kneads and caresses. slots the wet of his tongue till its between your lips, taking you in for a tender kiss. whispers delicate into your skin, sweet nothings, that sound like everything. "so beautiful". fingers warms. soothing. "feeling so good on me". his mouth lazy and loving. "you were made for me". 
and you preen, nudge your nose to his and wrap your legs tighter. maybe in the hope to stick to him. 
(B) BODY PART
theres always a favorite, but whats more important is the occasion. for his more amorous needs, when his skin grows skittish and hot. fingers flexing with need, twitching at nothing in the hopes to touch you soon, he will absolutely bring his mouth to your breast. squeeze and pinch and groan till he's had his fill. flick and roll his tongue at the hard of your nipples, messy drips of his spit slipping down past his mouth. and he groans. takes his time and feels you tremble in his lap, breath hitching as you grind at him for some form of friction. 
but when he isn't that needy, struck by lust. his favorite part of your body is your neck. it's where his lips go, if not at your lips, they trail the skin there at your neck. at home, at gatherings. quick pecks and lingerings kisses. it's intimate and possessive. 
(C) CUM
roman had resolved himself early on to the idea that, if he was gonna come undone anywhere, that it'd always be inside you. the tight mess of your heat too incredible to ignore or forsake. he'd groan, something strangled and rugged, hips rutting wild and ill controlled, and when he was ready, he'd pull from the softness of you slow and watch his spend drip lazy.
but you'd changed his mind. or rather, you'd given him a different perspective. in some summer country villa in the dead of the night, surrounded by melted candles and the lulling scent of lavender. you'd been particularly fired up and demanding. "kneel", you'd told him, and without much fight he'd dipped his tongue through your slit. committing the taste of your clit to memory. every moan you made hardening him till his dick ached from the faintest touch. but he worked you good, pleased you, and when he was through, you took him, hot and stiff in your hand and ran him through the soaked mess of your pussy. and there he stayed. rutting and groaning, till his speed and control broke to nothing and he came there. just at your clit. chest rising and falling deep. 
your fingers rubbed and teased his cum at your slit, arching and spreading as he watched. he felt the possession in it, a silent claim that you were his. 
(D) DIRTY SECRET
you're a charming woman. you make people smile. so when the guys on the roster meet you, it's no question that their hand shakes come with a brighter smile, something more genuine than before. and their eyes linger a little longer when they think roman isn't looking. "i like your shoes", but its really your legs. "i like your dress", but it's really your figure. "you look nice today", but they'd rather say beautiful, their eyes flitting to your lips. 
but he hates that part of him would like to watch. he would like to see you with someone else, only to have you after, and have them realize that the difference is jarring. they'd pale in comparison, because you were made for him, or rather that's what he'd like to believe. it's all voyeurism for prides sake, a simple means for his ego to swell. so he keeps that tucked away from you, in the deepest parts of him. where the control of it is strong and true.
(E) EXPERIENCE 
its not about how experienced he is but more of what the experience is like being with him. his in ring persona is manipulative and domineering and a lot of an asshole. he takes pieces of all those things and sprinkles them throughout the loving ways he takes care of you. teases and controls the pace, between kisses. whispers of sweet nothings in between taunts that leave you desperate for more of him. when he grunts, and urges you to "take it". when his hips grind and an awfully harsh beat moves his heart at the dazed sight of you. "my good girl", he'll say in praise. and "i love you", when your eyes take his own in a deep stare. 
but sometimes the tribal chief bleeds into his eyes, suffers the softer parts of him to quiet and he becomes merciless, even in his mercy. tosses and pulls at your body to have you exactly where he wants you and when you spasm hard and soak his skin and sheets a sodden mess he scoffs. feigning disgust as you spurt wet and unrestrained. narrowing his eyes at the shivers your body takes, your voice small and sobbing. begging. “im sorry”, you cry, thighs wet from the seemingly endless onslaught of him. feeling him press into the arch of you back. his knee bending for a better angle. a more brutal pace. he sneers in a taunting manner, reveling in the weight of his power. “no, no youre not. you love coming for me”, his breath heavy. “so fucking needy”.
it's an intense experience.
(F) FAVORITE POSITION
missionary, missionary, missionary. with your legs bent to your chest, spread and aching. well yes, of course. BUT. those lazy days, afternoons, nights, whenever they are, moments on the couch still. when the lights are low and the breeze is a little more than just chilly. you find your self hot, skin damp, nothing more than moans and a mess of whimpers, hips taking a slow ride atop him. the pace lax, his lips sticky from the filthy roll of your tongue. "take your time sweetheart", his palms spread and caressing at your hips. working through the ache. "get what you need", soft and sure. "fuck me till you come" as his hips push upward, a tender nudge into the clutch of your slick heat. hot and hard and patient for you. 
(G) GOOFY
playful during? not so much. maybe when you both have had a drink or two. not drunk but buzzed, and you're not so steady. not as poised and put together. a little clumsy and falling over him. he's kissing your skin, leading with tongue and ending with painless nips of his teeth. you giggle and squirm, and he tries to get you to still. to concentrate, but you giggle more. more and more and it makes this big burly man atop you snort. a cute silly little moment before you're kissing him and asking him to take you slowly. 
(H) HAIR
yes yes yes, he trims. not enough to be bare but its clean. it looks kept, but who gives a fuck about that when he's got a head of hair like he does. its this raven black color almost. inky and long. sticking to his skin, falling over his eyes and at the soft line of his lips. it whips up when his head nudges hard, slick at his back threatening to fall over once more as he pushes his tongue to taste the inner warmth of your thighs. your fingers pulling through it to urge him. his hair is always soft. like fine silk running through your palm. and when you rough at the root, pleading, enough to give him a firm guide to where you need him most, he grunts and waits for another tough short pull because he's such a damn tease. and sometimes when need overtakes the natural authority of him, his hair will get messy, splay out and over till its everywhere, fluffy and kind of damp, as he kisses you with sticky wet lips. sloppy and full of breath. his tongue drunk and his eyes threatening to roll. he clings to you like his own strands of hair. utterly addicted.
(I) INTIMACY
the feeling was an odd one, something new and less known to him. this breaking in his bones, in the wide stretch of muscle, where strength holds fast and his resolve proves unbendable. its a tension in him that splits even till it grows raw to the touch. every one of your kisses making him shiver till groans push hard from his chest without restraint. his spine throbs and in the deep parts of his ears resound this heavy pulsing. his nape shivers at your touches there, delicate and tender. your skin soft and sweet to the tough build of him. you hum and purr, a moan and a kiss, his hips slow to move but persistent for the tight vice of you. he breathes heavy, warm. cursing the ache in his gut for the way it coils and burns unashamed. his eyes watered with yours, welling till a tear slips free. "tell me again", roman pleads. his fingers nailing into the sheets, the brown of his eyes earthy and sincere. "tell me please". and the seam of your lips play along his, sharing his breaths, the pound of his heart rolling into your chest. your arms about him, clinging desperate to savor. his forehead rests against yours and you whisper amongst the silence. "i love you". 
(J) JACK OFF
its a mixture of preference and occasion. alone and needy, he’ll conjure up the filthiest fantasy. your body, your skin, the wet take of your lips and the tender claw in of your nails to him. lines drawn from broad shoulders to the slim curve in of his waist. begging with tears, with short faint breath. please please please, you’d beg. his wrist stiff and his palm tight as he strokes hard, trying to replicate the shape of you. somehow soft and unrelenting all the same, powerful enough to bring him to his knees. and when the dream is vivid enough, the blur of his imagination coming into something defined, he can almost feel you. and just there, amongst the rain of a shower, he’ll come. groans broken and stuttered in their escape.
but it isn’t always like this, left by himself to work through the tension mounting in his bones. sometimes the air is more sultry, more sensual than the emptiness of white bathroom tiled walls and warm prickling water. sometimes he’ll melt into your touch, into the leather of the sofa. he’ll whimper and curse, breathy and fighting for patience, finding himself undone and ill suited to do anything but beg for you to be near him. and you’ll kiss the skin behind his ear, trail lazy and seductive till you take his neck as a place to taste. to lick and suck, teeth nipping to tease. and your hand goes strict, this steady wringing of your wrist that coax’s his hips to lift, chasing the feeling. he huffs, struggles to fight the unraveling that awaits him, breath hot and delicate as he nudges into your neck. lips attempting to kiss, to gain some form of control, but he grasps at nothing, left dazed in his own desperation. he mumbles, incoherent.
“fuck i-“
“please”
“oh-ah…shit”
every muscle in him tenses, a stillness where his breath hitches, before his nerves rattle wild. he drags through a groan, chest pulling in and pushing out, breath after breath as he comes.
(K) KINK
say it with me. overstimulation. roman, within the boundaries that have been set, is menacing. he schemes, he plots. he thinks methodically, and he acts out his ideas in ways that you have only ever briefly dreamed of because trust is a scary thing to give. he'd of course only step as far as you'd let him, but roman was a big man, and so the distances he could cover were more than enough to meet your every desire. and he took to ropes easily, their weight, the strength of a knot as it wrapped about your skin, tight but not too much. the supple inner flesh of your thighs bare and bound, your pussy dripping with anticipation as darkness loomed. the tie around your eyes silky and assuring. you could feel him staring, a grand statuesque form roaming about the room as you laid spread and shallow breathed. 
the bed dipped and you fought against the pounding in your chest, begging for it to still with shudders. the seconds drawn slow into minutes. 
his mouth this gentle skim above yours, tongue slipping to run faint. "breathe babygirl". 
you chase the phantom of his lips for something. a kiss, his tongue, anything. he chuckles dark, a rumbling from his chest that leaves you eager. 
"you trust me?", he asks. fingers running in a clever maneuver toward where you ache for him. his thumb a sweet delicate caress at the pulse of your clit. 
you body melts into the bed, back arching as your hips buck for friction. "ahh", the length of his middle and ring finger burying deep till they cover wet to the knuckle. "oh fuck me, i need-"
"not yet", he cuts. his fingers resting idle in you. letting you throb and pulse. letting you feel and rest in the depth of his touch. 
(L) LOCATION
let's set the scene shall we?...steam, a thick cloud. water raining with a prickling heat. the cascade of it stressing a warmth into your skin, but nothing that beats the heat of him. the tower of his body, taut and statuesque. he's all muscle and power, the pull and push of his hips is vicious and beautiful. languid and tormenting. his mouth drapes your neck, trails lazy till his nose nudges into wet hair. curses and groans deep, melodic. he ruts singleminded, the heart of his pleasure stored in the devious clench of your pussy. his breaths draw in, they release, they shudder, waver with weakness, drag and go broken, all done by the tight slick dripping between your legs. flowing till it trickles along the shower floor. 
and he likes the echo here. the bounce of your moans from tile to tile, till it finds itself slipping clever into his ear. the shower differs from the bed, calls for something possessive and raw. the space doesn't open the way it would in his bed. here he stills your body, holds your hips and wills into your flesh the need to trust him. to trust the hold he has on your body.
your hand trembles, dainty and desperate. pulls his fingers till his palm rest just at the soft of your mound. you groan, weak and dazed. eyes threatening to roll. 
"how's that sweetheart? you like me there? you like me stretchin' that pussy?" 
a tear wells. your voice small. "yes".
(M) MOTIVATON
let's revisit his dirty secret, that slight voyeuristic streak in him that wonders about you with other people. and though he, in the deeper, more quiet parts of him, likes to fantasize about it, what gets his blood going more than knowing they wouldn't hold a candle to him, is the subtle and not so subtle ways you reject these advances. you feel the stares and the lingering touches, the charming smiles and the eagerness for small talk. and you indulge to a degree; coy grins, little intimate laughs where your hand takes to a strong arm that isn't roman's and that slight head tilt to the side as a whisper flows to your ear like some little hushed secret. 
and these little events are all the same. wrestlers in a room, drinking and eating, chatting about everything and anything. 
it's a little easy to slip into a few drinks, to get comfortable. sometimes overly comfortable. and while it doesn't always happen, there are moments where the air pushes beyond flirty into something more solid and the veil is lifted. you pull back, feeling roman's eyes turn cold, because the game is only fun for you when he's playing too. 
"whats one more drink?", someone from the roster will ask. completely taken by your charm. a hand attempting to reach for the lower dip-in of your back to guide you to the bar. "one too many", a soft smile. quick and naturally small about your movements as you slip away from them  and back over to roman before anything else can transpire. 
"having fun?", he'll ask. 
"not anymore", a gentle pout. standing under the burden of his eyes. the grip of his hand at your waist a little more firm than usual. trying against his will to calm. 
he hates to love this little game. 
"we gotta fix that". 
but the fix is a blunt stroke of his hips. hot fingers and an even hotter release. it's this odd chain reaction of waiting and watching, till the possession in him unfurls broad and stifling. his palms twitch and his nose flares. you could have anyone and anything you wanted, this he knew for sure, but you were here with him. choking on the heaviness of a moan as he fucked rough into you against the sink of a bathroom. 
"he'd never have you, none of them would. not like this, so desperate and ready to come".
pride blooming in his chest, the soft warm pull of your heat greedy and unsatisfied as you drip against him. 
(N) NO
roman won't do anything non-consensual based, and nothing that could directly compromise his hygiene or yours. he's all about trust and a shared experience, and if anything goes against that, he won't even consider it. 
(O) ORAL
curtains sweep, flowing delicate. a soft glow taking to your skin as they sway, working to tame the harsh rush in of the morning sun. and the view from where he stands is picturesque. the drape of you against the sheets reminiscent of beloved paintings of old, far too fine and intricate to be handled. but here, he gets to touch you, form the heat of his hands to tender skin. and of course roman aims to be gentle. aims to caress light, to enjoy the feel of you without such harsh rushes of desperation. and he does it well, molds his lips to you unhurried, patient, there at your neck, the smooth plain of your shoulders, till they grow deep and lingering, teasing where your collarbone lives. 
you shift awake, moaning with a drunken sort of awareness. tethered some still to sleep. your fingers roaming the wide stretch of his back. taut muscle and warm skin.
roman finds himself nestling in at where heat runs just at your inner thighs. so close to where you begin to yearn for him.
the steadiness of his patience feeling to you more and more like teasing. 
his tongue licks warm and simple. riles up the rest of your nerves that dare still to sleep. and his lips move, in tandem with deft fingers. panties pulling over and away to make room for the heavy heat of his breath. 
he’s just there, looming over the throb of your clit. eyes lazy and growing fascinated at the way you clench and release about nothing but the anticipation of his touch. 
the tip of his nose leads the seam of his lips as they ghost and when he speaks, your hips chase that faint soft bed of his mouth. hungry for him. 
“i had a dream about you”, he muses. suckling the skin where your inner thigh bends. 
your voice breaks off the remnants of sleep. tone coarse but still to him so damn sweet. “yeah? about what?”
“doesn’t matter”, he hums. a wet gentle strike of his tongue at the tip of your clit. testing the reflex of your hips, a satisfied grin as he watches your hips roll and arousal pool. “you being there was enough” 
you chuckle. hissing as his thumbs spread your wider, angling to push in and trap your clit. the nub pulses, forces an arch to form just at your back. 
“you love to sweet talk”. words breathy. 
“you love to hear it”.’
“roman…”, you urge. pleading his name. 
he hums. “you ever known me not to take care of u?”
“no”. 
“then relax for me”. command gentle and restraining. 
his thumbs move, circling firm. but you need more. 
he's touched you, but barely, not in the way's you've at many times known him to, when the air is heavy, your body's clinging and rutting one against the other, senseless and wild. in those times, the urgency takes him and possesses him with a more vicious sort of passion. storming with impatience. but his time here though, as he skims your skin and takes delight in the heavy bursts of breath from your chest, whiny and incapable of waiting, is endless. 
and his restraint has much reason, if nothing more than to see you weak and undone. his kisses sweet at the light quiver taking your thighs, and the soft slipping lick he takes at the fat of clit. a steady downward stroke, moving to reach at the wet clench of your entrance, till he curls lazy, drooling with thirst, adding to the mess of you. 
oh his restraint has much reason, mouth working till it covers over the whole of your lower lips, roman's hands like nails as they push to suffer your thighs under their weight. anything to spread you further, to get himself deeper into the taste of you. tongue prodding till it dips through to where you drip and throb, muscles clenching, begging for a stretch and to feel the fullness it knows he can give it.
he slurps obnoxious, your taste steeping in till it soaks his mouth. forces something raw out of his chest, a lax groan that rattles your bones. 
and he holds there, suckling till he feels you grow weak into the bed. whimpers that break off fragile. 
his touch, where ever it finds itself, is all passion. every flick and caress, every roll and kiss and tensing bite, every moan and every second he takes to please you is this raw form of devotion. a wordless sort of reverence that is singleminded in its plot to draw from you the finest pleasure. 
(P) PACE
he's an all around type of guy, and the pace varies upon his mood, but you can always tell what you'll get before he even touches you. when those coffee brown eyes twinkle in their mischief, and his touch pours hot into your skin, you know he'll tease you till your nerves stress and your voice breaks with begging. the dip and roll of his hips shallow and unfulfilling. almost like he can't stand to see you happy and satisfied, and you hate to love him then. his taunting words and the amusement in his eyes, high off control.
but sometimes he reads more vicious. his touch is the harsh piercing of a nail and his hips knock into you rough as they see to your undoing. he spreads you wide and grows relentless, ego fed by the writhing of your body and the limp form your moans take. his pace is brutal then, stills your hips to dig into you till he's buried to the hilt. 
and other times a softness overtakes him, washes him whole and drives him to the utmost gentleness. his ministrations grow tenderly deft, hips steady and patient. he takes the time to feel you, every short twitch and the lingering way you cling and pull at him, coaxes him deeper till you've taken every part of him. 
(Q) QUICKIE
if he doesn't have to have a quickie he won't, but life doesn't work that way and sometimes, when the pull in his gut is far too harsh to ignore, he'll pull you aside and make quick work of sharing that neediness, till you're attacking him quick and breathy, kissing his lips wet and hasty. his hips rutting, sweat breaking at his skin, his forehead nestled into your neck as he chases that heavy pulling in his gut and the burn in his flesh that comes with release. 
(R) RISK
he's not as much of a risk taker as he'd maybe like to be. he's very much all about his image and staying negative press free. and you of course respect his wishes, but there are times where he will indulge your riskiness, at private events mainly, where cameras are more than likely non-existent. 
(S) STAMINA 
his restraint will more than likely dictate this in a way. if he's hard pressed to release the tension in his bones, he makes quick good work of taking care of you before he does so for himself, and sometimes that can look a little quicker than usual but other times, more often than not, the pleasure can feel endless, with these short bouts of reprieve, right before he's back to doling out pleasure. 
(T) TOYS
the voyeur in him can't hate your use of toys and you are more than proficient at pleasing yourself. can you bring yourself to a hair pulling release, completely breathless and ears split as you feel the undoing of your nerves, maybe not as intensely, but thats where he comes in. he's all about the collaboration, anything to see you twitch and quiver uncontrolled, to have you begging and pleading his name. 
(U) UNFAIR 
he's the BIGGEST TEASE, and definitely has more moments of unfairness than you do. he mocks you, denies you sometimes even, and when he's in a less generous mood, all in the name of seeing you squirm, he'll even downright ignore your advances. 
(V) VOLUME 
the volume is something that is shared more equally than not, neither of you more louder than the other. the both of you falling into your moments where words and noises are unabashed in how loud they can be. but it's never insanely loud. theres been a time or two though, at a hotel maybe, where a knock comes about a complaint. 
(W) WILDCARD  "do you trust me?" you'd asked him. 
"yes", without hesitation. 
and the rope wrapped tight about his skin was beautiful, something quite more artistic than you'd expected. his muscles bulging against the taut knots and tawny twine. his hair hanging long and damp, stray pieces sticking to him as his skin grew red with desire. his thighs spread and restrained, dick aching and standing stiff. in need of much attention. but you were not in the service of pleasing him. no you were very much enjoying the tremble in his body, the desperate way he chased your lips, and the lazy pass of his eyes as they took to the tight lace painting your skin. 
you lean in, bowing forward, your nails resting at his thighs, lips running to ghost the seam of his. tongue escaping to lick a less than faint strip. and he rumbles, cock twitching, his chest rising the more you tease his mouth. 
"you're so good. so obedient". 
your hand itches to touch him, fingers delicate and controlled as you take his warm length to caress light. and he accepts what friction he can get, his head lulling back, hair swaying, a groan flowing as your touch becomes slightly more firm. his hips rut forward, and then your touch disappears. a frown taking your lips in confusion. you'd thought you'd made yourself rather clear.
"if you can't control your urges, then maybe you don't deserve to come". 
" 'm sorry", the loom of your figure leaving him, and it nearly leaves him ill. "fuck, i'm sorry". 
you hum, thumb reaching to sooth at his cheek. the only touch you can afford to give him as you watch him suffer. 
(X) X-RAY
you could say so many things, but to put it short and sweet, he's above average, but not incredibly big. he's thick, veiny, and a bit curved. just enough to slightly knock the wind out of you. to have you feeling full. 
(Z) ZZZ
he'll fall fast asleep rather quickly. after he's sought to your needs, he'll pull your body in close to share the heat of him, shape the silhouette of you with his warmth and allow sleep to take him. and other times, when you're last to sleep, roaming around till your restlessness is no more, you'll wrap an arm around his waist, attempting at a big spoon, but it's no use of course. and he'll remedy that by turning over in his daze, a soothing drag of a hum sounding from him as he's pulling you to his chest. effectively turning him into a body pillow.
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thesamoanqueen · 21 days
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Raiting: 18+
Warnings: smut.
A/N: this one-shot showed up in my mind because of John Cena and me thinking impossible possibilities.
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He usually bring it with him all the time, but at home he paid no attention. He had left it on the table to go and do something when the first notification had arrived. Y/N hadn't even looked up from her laptop, too busy with the program sent from Stamford the previous evening and which she was reviewing as always before sending it back to the office. Two minutes had passed and another notification had arrived. Roman hadn't shown up then either, but when the third had been followed by a fourth, Y/N had held out her hand with a sigh. She didn't want to pry, she didn't even want to know, she justs cared about making that sound stop to work in peace and let Roman know of whoever had that urgency to talk to him.
What had appeared on the screen, however, had made her put the laptop aside without thinking twice, pushing her to get up and find out what the hell was that stuff.
She couldn't believe her eyes, it was crazy.
When she found him, he was busy with a box full of old fitness equipments, smile ready as soon as she came into his sight.
- Hey gorgeous – he greeted her and Y/N stopped to look at him, her perfect handsome man.
- Is there something you want to tell me? – she asked, holding back to give him a chance.
Roman froze completely, his gaze serious, back straight.
- whats up? – she heard him ask, pretending he didn’t know or maybe not knowing for real, Y/N at that point was not sure anymore.
- I don't know, should I?! – she immediately echoed him, refusing to prolong that game to place his phone in front of him, the message he had received still open.
Leaving aside what were their habits as a couple, habits that had never displeased either of them as far as she knew, they had established from the first moment they would discuss everything, to be open-minded and fair with their feelings. They had been on a verge of a breakup because of an unspoken nonsense, they had learned from the past and since that moment there had been nothing they hadn't shared, bad moods, doubts, problems, fears. She trusted him, she wasn't obsessed with knowing what, where or who he was with, not even knowing what revolved around him and was proposed to him before, it had never even crossed her mind. She had chosen a man, a good real man, one who wanted a family, with no fear about serious relationship and without warning now she found out an Onlyfans notification on his phone? At home? While she was there working?!
- I didn't mean to watch, there could be anything in there, whatever, but here Ro? For real? and honestly If you have a reason or not, I thought we were better than this- she said, unable to hold back any longer and immediately saw his expression change, an amused smile replacing his worried expression.
- Babygirl, slow down. We got no problem, there's nothing in there I want, trust me. I don't care about that stuff, its shit, I’d never do it when I’ve you – he winked, trying to pull her into a hug, but more he laughed more she tensed.
- ‘kay then what?!
- You know, John did it, an account… boys at work were joking, saying that I should make one too. Locker room chatter, bullshit, sometimes they still get me involved.
Surprised, she looked at him speechless, turmoil quickly slipping away, while his information created a strangely valid picture in her mind about possibilities.
John was a funny dude, strange at times and that stunt had actually made the news. She had seen some clips online, nothing R-rated as one might imagine, but she hadn't connected the two things. And she had never even thought that someone might have thought of doing it, even though she knew of Roman's fame among the fans, rumors, fantasies and the whole package on the most unlikely platforms. In some way it was her job to know what people thought about wwe’s top guy and she played with it to for promotion.
- A real onlyfans – she repeated flatly, staring at him and he gave her one of his billion dollar smiles.
- I'm quite successful, it might work – he joked and she reflexively batted her eyelashes, unable to control herself because yes, he was damn right.
People went absolutely crazy for a few well planted cameras shots, a couple of hits not so family friendly in his ring promos and that salt and pepper in his beard, a video or an entire onlyfans account would not have been simply successful, would have unleashed the apocalypse into the wrestling community. During the production phase, behind the scenes, she too had relied on certain shots, specific set-ups, because she knew they would work. There were things that she too was obsessed with despite having him as her in real life partner. If Roman would have really decided to do it, something direct, focused, if he didn't hold back…
The thought made her turn around, going back without another word.
-Y/N – Roman called her, trying to hold her, but she didn't let him do it, quickly marching towards the front door closet where she kept her purse always ready.
She knew Roman had followed her, sensing heavy footsteps behind her as she walked through the house, but when she finally started to reach for what she needed, his hand tightened around her wrist, physically stopping her from doing anything. He gave her a deadly serious look, his gaze dark as she broke free.
- Y/N it was a bad joke, ain’t gonna happen, don't take it that far – he reasoned, standing there as if no one could move him, searching her eyes.
Those brown eyes that would have made anyone's knees tremble, that had made her tremble too an infinite number of times and for the most absurd reasons, at the right times and not, everywhere, always, from the first moment, without exceptions and that now she saw slowly widen, confused, as she handed him what she had taken out of her jacquemus.
-Here – she offered, her personal credit card ready.
Roman stared at it stunned and Y/N knew she had caught him off guard, because that card never left her purse if he was around, he didn't like when it happened even though she was proudly independent he liked to play the role of her provider. With a deep breath, seeing him froze, she decided to take out the second one, adding it to the first and moving closer to slip them into his pocket.
- Let’s say you can have both, but the show is exclusive – she specified, as if they were really in a negotiation and at that last hint she felt him suddenly explode into laughter.
He throw his head back, perfect teeth showing, eyes crinkling, making every inch of his chiseled face smile.
- Someone woke up possessive – he pinched her when he was finally able to speak again and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, letting him have that little win.
He didn’t like if someone was too close to her, if someone stared in a way or another, when they hadn't yet been in an official relationship Y/N had witnessed scenes of pure testosterone that would have made anyone run and even today he showed no signs of loosening his grip. She had found the notification of a site notoriously inclined towards certain ratings, messages with it, she hadn't worked entirely on her imagination, but were clearly details his ego ignored, too happy to have caught her.
-If your intention is to keep laughing, I'll take them back – she stopped him, stretching out her hand again to retrieve them, but as soon as she took them off, Roman grabbed her wrist.
- For you the show is free, just ask ma'am
His voice was velvetly soft, as was the touch of his thumb stroking her caramel skin. With eyes fixed on hers, she couldn't hold back a smile, seeing Roman return it immediately when he pushed her against the door.
- Then show me sir – she whispered and he twisted his head, making her giggle before lifting her up.
With legs wrapped around his hips, he carried her to the couch to place her between cushions like a precious thing, a rebellious lock hanging out of the bun. He stood there waiting, hands placed next to her, but deliberately not where he should, his whole body close, but not close enough and for a moment Y/N did nothing but admire him.
He was a charming man, the kind of man who captured attention even without anything special or fancy, he made her hands itch and her stomach flutter like the first time she had touched him and she had no longer been able to let him go. It wasn't just the appearance, but rather his attitude, his attentions, they were a drug, they were addictive and the idea of having them all to herself, having him when out there people would do anything to have a crumb of what she had, it made her feel special, in charge.
-You're playing a dangerous game – he warned her, eyes hovering over her full lips.
-Im pretty sure I can handle it – she replied, her breathing slowing as she saw him bend more.
-I know exactly what you can handle babygirl – he touched her with his nose, with that lock and Y/N felt the taste of him on her, even if Roman had kept himself at a sufficient distance not to kiss her.
From the couch, Y/N watched as he straightened up and grabbed the hem of his tank to pull it up. Her eyes went hopelessly down his body, looking in religious silence at every inch of his torso, as he undressed with unnatural calm. She watched the abs pop out even without oil to accentuate them, broad pecs, dark tattoo that stood out against tanned skin, those lines that she drew with her fingers whenever she could. And then the arms, bent to pass the shirt beyond his neck to which she used to cling, those arms that she scratched as if her very life depended on them, capable of hurting and carrying her around effortlessly, shaped by years of practice and dedication. Her pulse racing, she saw him turn to put away his shirt, showing her his broad back, his sculpted shoulders as he rolled them back to face her and let his hair down. She watched Roman run his long fingers through the messy locks, trying to fix them during that impromptu striptease in the living room, in broad daylight and anything could have happened, someone even broke into the house and Y/N would not have flinched, focused as she was on him.
He was slow, unnerving. What she would do quickly, throwing everything away, he did in slow motion, to push her desire, make her savor everything, drive her completly crazy. Every gesture seemed to require effort, every action was like a ritual, a video wouldn't have done him justice, he was directing a movie and she was the spectator unable to distract herself while his fingers loosened the knot of his shorts to make them hang on the hips. Enraptured, she followed his usually hidden v, focusing on the portion of skin he was revealing and that left no doubt about what was down there. Concentrated, she clenched her legs without hiding, heartbeat racing as he fill the space between them, a dangerous intense shadow on his eyes that made Y/N hold her breath.
- Why you so silent now sweetheart? – he asked, stopping a step away from her, looking down and Y/N raised her head, body tingling as she felt him tower above her.
-Im ejoying it… no words needed – she breathed innocently, reaching out a hand tentatively and Roman bent over once again following the wandering of fingers playing with his lace, tongue running on his lips.
- Hmm no, I think we need a reaction… feedbacks you know, for that onlyfans stuff
His voice, breathing caused another series of shocks through her, the desire to crash her mouth against him, suffocate in one of their kisses, feel his big hands ravaging her now almost unbearable. Roman locked her wrist once more, his grip hard enough to make Y/N throb where she was probably already a mess, preventing her from exploring more than she should, eyes going back into hers, digging, guiding her where he wanted, only where he let them.
-Its good – she admitted without rebelling, unable to concentrate on anything than those two brown pools that seemed to swallow her.
- Just that? – he asked, pinching her face with his hair and Y/N tilted her head, intercepting the trajectory of his lips with greed.
-More than good – she mewed, leaning forward and feeling him guide her to his erection, never breaking eye contact, avid more than ever on having her undivided attention.
- Not enough for me
Under her fingers, Y/N felt his boner awake, hard and she risked something more, a more intense touch, hoping to convince Roman to let her do something, but it lasted just a moment and he pushed her away, standing up straight again to do it himself. Y/N knew what to expect, she knew what Roman was hiding, and yet when he lowered his pants enough to release his erection and took it into his hand, Y/N couldn't hold back a gasp to the mere sigh of his delicious flesh. She saw him so proud, spit obscenely and his smile quickly turn into an arrogant grin enjoying his attentions in front of her who was now struggling to stay still.
Was the kind of show she was sure many people would sell their souls along with their houses for and that even her, despite knowing Roman's abilities, couldn't say was immune. She wasn't immune at all honestly and when he curled his mouth, carried away by the increasing euphoria, eyes still fixed on her, letting go an excited growl, Y/N jumped on her knees.
-Gawd com’here– she moaned sulkily before crashing her lips on him and Roman laughed at her kissing, his hand finally leaving his now tense erection to keep himself balanced.
-That's a feedback – he approved, watching her quickly undress beneath him.
And Y/N might have replied but her body was begging her to put an end to that game, get some relief and before Roman could decide otherwise just for playing around, she pulled him better on top, wedging his brawny body between her thighs. With one hand on his dark locks and the other feeling his cock, she slowly bit his lip asking with pleading eyes and he pushed himself into her palm, tongue ready to invade her mouth. She moaned against him, letting him move his hips, enveloped in the heat of him, in that tantalizing smell of his skin, lost in the exquisite taste of his mouth, until she heard Roman growl and only then she guided him where wanted. None had touched her, neither him nor herself and yet she felt him slip between her juicy folds with ease, in a feral curse that made her cry and pushed him to bite her neck. Holding her hip he enstablished a pace to fuck her opposite of his striptease, messy, rough, domineering, every thrust crushed her down, nailing her mercilessly and making her sweatin agony.
Sometimes she felt like she was a toy in his hands, but she liked that kind of treatment, more when they had already wasted enough time with other games and the thought of someone else wanting that attention was still in the back of her head. She ran her nails down his forearms, marking him, holding on with ragged breath, gasping with mouth open, as he grunted into the crook of her neck, sinking into her dripping pussy in a concert of obscene sounds. And in the throes of her ecstacy, Y/N made her hands roam over his massive back, over his strong neck, even over his ass contracted in the effort to pound her wildly.
She felt a well known fire building suddenly in the bottom of her belly, uncontrollably, like a wave of pure bliss when Roman pushed himself deeper, lifting without mercy her thigh over his shoulder to get a better angle, his balls slapping against her soft skin and she squirmed crying in pleasure. His grip became more possessive, almost to prevent her from run, even though she was now just a weeping mess, folds pulsing and gripping around his dick, heat growing for what was now a marvelous attack until the delirium reached her head.
- R-Roo… ple-aase…
- Ssh come for me… let it go, you wanted it cmon good girl -
One stroke and another, on that sweet lovely spot, his skin rubbing against her hot clit and Y/N closed her eyes, curling beneath him, her mind white, blank and ì mouth open without a sound to leave her soul. She felt him leave a sweaty kiss on her cheek, continue tenaciously to prolong her sensation and also lift her other leg, aiming it in a shameful, vulgar position to conquer his climax now. Stunned by her orgasm, she watched him with passionate eyes, his expression focused, body tense and furious in the last effort and Y/N placed her forehead against his, holding him in place, tightening with a sob around his cock, folds trembling. With all his weight pinning her down, he willingly went for a couple of thrusts, deep, rough, his breathing more and more heavy until it was enough for him too and Y/N pulled him against her neck, feeling every muscle of his thick body tense and his cock twitching until it fills her up.
As always, he got stuck inside her, refusing to come out until he stopped jerking, hands gripping her soft hips tenaciously to keep her in place and only when nothing was left anymore, he freed her, collapsing though against the couch headboard to pull her against him in a sweaty hug, while they caught both their breath. They probably should have rushed to take a shower, but Y/N wasn't in a hurry and he didn't seem to be either, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulder.
- I was thinking… - she began, sore but with her fingers tracing his arm anyway.
- Gimme ten minutes and we'll do another live
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southerngirl41 · 26 days
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Under His Spell
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Warnings: 18+, smut
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Under His Spell
His long fingers weaved their way through her long, silky hair, “Oh babygirl, I love when you’re on your knees lookin’ up at me.”
She gazed up at him with adoration, her eyes filled with longing and desire. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across his chiseled features as he stood tall above her. With a gentle touch, he tilted her chin up, their eyes locking in an intimate dance of passion and submission. She could feel his power over her, while a delicious thrill danced in her belly. She was completely under his spell.
Roman’s eyes darkened with intensity as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within her that she knew only he could quench. "You belong to me now," he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness, “You hear me? Not him, me!”
Her breath hitched, heart hammering against her ribs, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. It had always been Roman, from the moment they were introduced to one another, she was his.
He smirked, a wicked glint flashing in his dark eyes as he gripped her wrist, pulling her to her feet. She stood before him, naked and vulnerable, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she awaited his commands. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body, tracing each curve and dip as he savored her warmth and the taste of her skin, as his lips found hers.
She didn't question, didn't hesitate. With Roman, there was no need. Her body responded to his touch, her every move a response to his command.The way he dominated her body and soul, the intensity with which he claimed her, it was like an addiction she couldn't resist.
He led her to the bed, pressing her back onto the soft mattress, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above her head. His eyes were ablaze with anticipation as he looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me," he commanded, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell me you're mine."
Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and desire. She knew what he wanted to hear, and she was ready to give it to him. "I'm yours," she whispered. He lowered himself down onto her, his heavy body pressing against hers, their tongues tangling together in a passionate dance.
"Say my name," he commanded, pulling away from her kiss, his lips inches away from hers, “Need to hear it.”
She whispered his name, a prayer and a plea all at once, her eyes full of devotion and longing. He seized her lips again, consuming her in a frenzied kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her desire. He pulled away, his eyes dark with need, and began to undress, revealing his toned body, hard and sculpted from years of training and discipline.
She watched him with awe and desire, longing to touch him, to feel the power and strength of his body. He looked back at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Biting her lip, she reached out tentatively, tracing the muscles of his chest, her fingers lingering on a tiny, faint scar near his heart. He jerked slightly at her touch, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You know this is yours," he said, his voice low and sensual as he placed her hand over his heart, covering it with his own, “Feel it beatin’ for you?”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
With a swift motion, he pulled her up from the bed. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in anticipation. Roman led her to the full-length mirror that adorned one wall of the room, and without a word, he pushed her against it, their reflections staring back at them.
“All this-” He began to trace his fingers over her body, over her breasts, tracing every curve. "This is mine, and I'm gon’ protect it." His head dipped into the curve of her neck, placing wet, open mouth kisses along her shoulder as he twisted her nipples between his calloused fingertips. She moaned softly, her warm breath fogging the mirror. He whispered, "Do you trust me?" in a tone that made her heart flutter. Her eyes met his in the mirror, filled with trust and loyalty. "With everything."
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Then let me show you what it truly means to be mine."
He turned her around and lifted her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist. She let out a surprised giggle, her heart pounding a little quicker in her chest. She groaned softly, arching her back into his touch, the sensation of his hands on her skin causing a rush of pleasure to course through her veins. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He pressed her naked body into the cold mirror, holding her with one arm as he guided himself into her body.
Her body trembling as he filled her completely, her full breasts pressed against his warm chest, the friction of his thrust heightening the sensations. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he moved within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to process the intensity of the moment, the passion, the love, and the submission all coming together in one blissful experience.
Roman's breath was hot against her skin, his lips grazing her neck and ears as he continued to move inside her. His hand came down hard on her ass, a sharp slap that left her in shock. He growled into her ear, “Tell him it’s over. Mmm.” he groaned, moving to her mouth, dragging his teeth roughly over her bottom lip, “Tomorrow, you hear me. End it.” He spanked her again, harder this time, leaving a bright red handprint on her delicate skin. Her breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as Roman's hand slid between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles, sending electricity coursing through her.
With each thrust, he hit her harder, spanking her until her skin was a bright shade of red. Her body screamed in pain and pleasure, her mind lost in the sensations. She could feel his grip on her ass, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving their mark, branding her for his. She moaned in agreement, her body trembling in response to his dominance. He pulled her legs around his waist tighter, pounding into her with a fury, his palm slapping her ass again and again. The pain and pleasure mingled in a way that sent her into a state of euphoria.
“He won’t ever fuck you the way I do. You know that.” He grunted, biting her ear roughly as his fingers found her clit again, rubbing it in circles, making her head fall back. She moaned in agreement, her body trembling in response to his dominance. Roman's eyes met hers, burning with intensity, as he began to thrust deeper and harder, hitting that perfect sweet spot every single time.
“Scream for me, baby," he commanded, pushing her back against the wall, "Scream his name while I take what's mine."
“What?” she gasped, surprised by his request.
“Say it, say his name,” Roman demanded through gritted teeth, “Let him know what he’s lost, let him know that you’re mine now.”
She hesitated for a moment, the thought of uttering her fiance’s name during this intimate moment with Roman causing a pang of guilt.
“His name, baby, say it now!” Roman urged, his voice rough with desire.
Her walls began to tighten around him, as Cody’s name left her lips, softly at first, until her voice grew louder, her words becoming more fervent with each gasping cry. "Cody, Cody, Cody," she chanted, her body thrusting against Roman's with every shout of his name.
Roman's blood was boiling, hearing the other man's name on her lips made him beyond furious yet knowing he'd taken the most precious thing he could away from Cody, made him even harder.
He slammed into her harder, his thrusts growing more feral with each passing second. "Cody ain't gon’ touch you again," he snarled, his voice a low growl. "He lost you, and he'll have to live with that."
Her cries grew more desperate, mingling with Roman's ragged breaths. He let out a low growl, his pace quickening, his fingers moving faster against her sensitive flesh as he rubbed her clit with a fury. He groaned, “Now say mine.”
His name echoed loudly off the walls in the plush hotel room, until it was a scream of passion and surrender. Roman's body shuddered within her, his lips devouring her neck, his teeth leaving bruises that would mark her as his. His hands wrapped around her, holding her close, binding her to him. "That's my good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as she came hard, gasping for air.
As the last echoes of her scream faded, Roman lifted her off his thrusting hips, her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her to the bed. He carefully lowered her onto the soft mattress, the coolness of the sheets a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead before pulling back to look into her eyes. "You alright, beautiful?" he asked, his voice a stark contrast to his possessive grip on her body. She nodded, her breath still catchy, her eyes set on his. He couldn't help but smile, a triumphant, satisfied, cocky grin. "I knew you'd surrender to me," he murmured, his voice full of pride.
His hands began roaming over her sweat slicked skin, leaving no part untouched. She moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to his touch, the desire never seeming to fade. "I need you," she whispered, her eyes meeting his, filled with need and longing.
Roman's eyes darkened, the hunger in them impossible to miss. With a predatory growl, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You need me?" he asked, his eyes glinting with lust. "I'll give you what you need, baby girl." He pushed in slowly, her muscles clenching around him, her body begging for more. "That's right," he growled, thrusting deeper into her, “Take daddy's big dick like the good little slut you are.”
With each thrust, she moaned in pleasure, her back arching, nails digging into the sheets. She whispered his name, her voice a husky plea for more. He pulled out almost completely, before he thrust back in with a rough motion, slamming into her already aching pussy. She cried out, her head falling forward. With a firm grip on her long hair, he twisted it around his fist, yanking her head back up, "This what you need, ain’t it?" he asked, his voice low and intense. "You need me to take you like this, claim you- own you."
She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. "Yessss," her body trembled beneath him, "Yes, yes," she cried out, her body begging for more. “Please.”
His grip on her hair tightened, his thrusts growing harder and faster. She felt his teeth graze her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He was taking her, claiming her, branding her with every thrust.
She knew she should be feeling guilty, but all she could feel was the rush of desire coursing through her veins and his thick dick buried deep inside her. This man could make her feel alive in ways she never imagined possible.
Roman was lost in a world created by her body, by her moans, her gasps, her cries. Each one of them was a command, a plea, a promise, and he was more than willing to fulfill them all.
He increased his pace, his body slamming into her, his heart pounding out of control. With each deep thrust, she cried out his name, her body tightening around him, as if trying to capture him, to keep him forever. And he, in turn, growled at the sensation, his body responding to the intensity of her orgasm, his mind lost in the haze of desire.
Roman pulled back, his throbbing dick still inside her, grabbing her chin, he turned her face toward him and looked into her eyes; they were dark, the color of smoke, a storm of emotions that mirrored his own. He could see the raw hunger in her gaze, the need she had for him. He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart, and whispered, “This pussy was made for me.” He pulled out, turning her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Licking his lips, looking at her wantonly spread before him, her pussy swollen, glistening with desire.
He licked along the length of her slit, from her ass to her clit, tasting the sweetness and salty tang of their juices, of their savage passion. He thrust his tongue deep within her, his fingers splayed on her thighs, holding her wide open for him. She cried out, her body bucking beneath his ministrations.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, looking up at her with eyes filled with desire, with hunger. “Pussy so sweet.”
As he entered her once more, the intensity of the moment overwhelmed them both. Their bodies moved together, each thrust a testament to the passion that had consumed them. Her screams echoed through the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure.
Roman's eyes locked onto hers, her face contorted with pleasure and pain, eyebrows knitted tightly together: she was his, and he would never let her go. He thrust harder, deeper, his teeth sunk into her calf that was resting on his shoulders, leaving their mark. Her walls tightened around him, and he knew she was close.
"Say my name," he demanded, his voice ragged with desire.
"Roman," she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck, Roman, fuck me."
He thrust into her one final time, his release washing over him. He held her close, their bodies still connected, "No one else touches you," he warned. "Not Cody, not anyone. Ever!"
But as they lay entwined in each other's arms, catching their breath, the realization hung thick in the air between them. She would soon walk out of his posh hotel room and return back to her fiance’s embrace. Only to return again for their next rendezvous, like pieces on a chessboard maneuvering towards each other in Roman's little game.
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mrsfatu · 1 year
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Even if it hurts (part 2)
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pt2: the contract, read part 1 HERE
paring: dom!Roman Reigns, sub!reader, jey uso, jimmy uso
summary: after four days of not having any contact with roman, you finally understand why and experience another side of him.
warnings: PURE SMUT AT THE END, body fluids, bondage, language, MINORS DNI!!!
word count: 2392
taglist: @hunnidmilly @raeluvshammett @fame-ass-ers @jeyusos-girl @romanreignseater @simplyreading96 @moxkindagirl
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It seems like the days have flown by faster than expected. It was the day of the tag team match. There seemed to be a long wait for you in Roman's locker room, where him, his cousins and Paul waited for you. Of course you were in your dressing room, but more nervous than last time. 
“What's taking her so long?” Roman sighs out of aggression. Jey sat up in his chair. "She's probably nervous uce, give her time,” he said. Roman eyes panned to Jey's. "We don't have ‘time’ to waste. Go and get her.” he demanded, not taking his eyes off Jey's. He stood up, glancing at roman once again before leaving to your dressing room. 
You stood in front of your vanity, beckoning yourself on it,  not ready to go face Roman after what happened four days ago, you were still drowning in confusion. A robe covered your body with your black and white outfit underneath. 
 When you heard a soft knock on your door, a feeling of anxiety and dread swept through your body. "It's open," you shouted, knowing it couldn't have been Roman because he never knocks. After entering your dressing room, Jey closes the door. “So uhh, he wants you to hurry up,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.
A sarcastic chuckle emanated from your lips as you watched yourself in the mirror. " He wants me to hurry up," you murmured as you straighten your back. You turned towards jey and crossed your arms, “fine, i’ll be there in a minute,” you said. “he meant now…” jey replied. After rolling your eyes, you removed your robe and grabbing your championship belt, you threw it over your shoulder.
Your tenseness was evident to Jey. While he wasn't sure what was going on between you two, he knew something wasn't right. Roman has avoided questions that include your name for the past four days, and he hasn't spoken to you either. 
As you began to walk past Jey, he grabbed your arm in an instant. With a fierce look on your face, you stopped walking and focused on him. “Listen. I dont know whats up but you have to put that aside for tonight. we need you out there, so put on your face because you got some belts to take tonight,” he states as he releases your arm, “thank you, jey,”
He nods his head and the two of you make your way to Romans locker room. Despite the silence, everyone appeared serious in the room. You took your seat between roman and jey. 
It was a business-related conversation, dominated by Roman, with his face forward the entire time. You, Jimmy and Paul stood to exit towards the alley to the show, but instead you waited for Roman by the door, you wanted answers and you were going to get them by any means necessary. 
You began to hear roman and jey talk, “whats up with you uce? Why’re you avoiding y/n?” jey asks. “I'm not avoiding anyone,” Roman replies. Jey sighs, knowing that was a lie, “cmon uce you think i don't notice? Whatever y'all have going on, you need to fix it,” says jey. You began to hear a loud thud. Roman pushed jey, “you don't get to tell me what i need to do!!” he shouts. While you were about to burst in and check on things, Jimmy grabbed your arm and removed it from the knob before you could turn it. He shakes his head, “dont do it. Its okay. Come on, we’ll wait for them in the alley." Jimmy held his arm on your shoulder as he walked you to the alley. 
“Calm down uce i'm just looking out for you, mainly her. Have some heart,” he shouted back. Roman looks away from jey, “I have heart,” he says. Jey gestures his hands as he asks, “then why are you doing her like this? You do it to me enough, but her, y/n, don't deserve it and you know it uce.” roman removes his hair tie, “she's different, ion wanna hurt ‘er,” he explains. “Here, give this to her before we walk to the ring,” he reaches in his pocket and hands jey a black and white glove that has your initials on it, perfect enough for your smaller hand. Jey pushes romans hand back to his chest, “you do it, i'm not gonna be your messenger uce. We family, and if you wanna make shit right with her, YOU do it,” he says before he exits the locker room.
Romans theme song began to play. He approached you and Paul to take his place between you, and the twins followed behind. You didn't dare glance at him, until he glanced first, but he didn't. Instead, he reached into his pocket and dug out the glove.
He held the glove next to your hand, gesturing you to take it. You looked down and back up at him, his eyes were pierced front ahead. Looking back down, you grabbed it. “My initials? He bought this for me?” you thought to yourself. You faced forward and placed the glove onto your hand. It fits you so perfectly, not too tight nor loose. 
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The match went on for what it seems like forever. The communication between you and roman was great, he helped you when you needed, and you did as well. Now, he was in the ring with jack swagger. Jack hit roman with one of his signature moves, the “big boot”. His body fell the ground, causing a huge thud. Your eyes widened as you reached out to roman to be tagged in. aj lee’s hand was held out too, you were ready to go back in and finish this once and for all. 
Jack attempted to pin roman, but roman broke loose and hit him with his “superman punch” which took all his power away from him. “Cmon roman, tag me,” you extended your hand further, shaking it uncontrollably. He struggled to crawl his way to you, and then the both of you were tagged in. 
As soon as you got in, you used romans signature move “the spear”. Clutching your glove and slamming your fist to the ground, you ran at full speed, tackling aj lee down to her back as you watched her release all the air in her body. You went in for the pin, lifting her legs over your shoulders and your body hovering over hers. “ONE…” you tightened your grip, “TWO…” you let out a scream hoping she stays down, “THREE…”
You released her, jumping up and down out of excitement. Without a doubt, roman runs up to you and lift you off of your feet, “THATS WHAT IM TALKIN’ ‘BOUT,” he shouts. 
After the match, the two of you didn't say a word to each other. 
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You found yourself standing outside of romans locker room, palms sweating and heart throbbing out of your ears. You let yourself in without an invitation. The smell of vanilla spice flooded your nose as so the dimmed light calmed your soul.
You could hear his shower stop, “this is gonna be so fucking embarrasing. Barging into his room while he's showering…. Gosh im a sick person,” you whispered. You notice his pictures on his wall, so you decide to go and look yourself. It was a picture of him as a child, one of him as a football player and one with his family. “I guess it does run in the family,” you said.
“Inviting yourself in?” you heard his voice, which sent shocks down your body. Turning around, there he stood, in his shorts. His body was damped in water still as his wet hair rested on his shoulders. His tattoos stood out more in the low light of the room. You couldn't even comprehend what was standing in front of you,
“I umm- i just wanted to thank you… for the glove,” you struggled to say. He chuckled, “it's no problem. You did good tonight mama,” he stated, moving closer to you. Your cheeks reddened, fighting the urge to smile, but you still haven't gotten any answers and it wiped your smile away. “Roman… you confuse me you know…” you spoke as you took a step backward. He looks up for a second and looks back down at you, “I apologize. I was focused on keeping things professional. I just don't wanna hurt you,” he explained.
You nodded to an understanding. He walks over to his desk, pulling out his drawer. There was a thin pack of paper that he pulled out. Walking back towards you, he states, “i'm a professional man, y/n,” he hands it to you. You took it, looking down at it. It states, “The contract.” you looked back up at him, wondering what would be inside. 
You opened it, to see all of the sensual things listed. Started from submission and bondage, to limits and safewords. Especially the sentence, “you will be given a healthy salary along with clothing and travel allowance. In addition to any administrative needs I may require, you will make yourself available as my submissive.” Submissive 
You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Looking back upo at him, your face crumbled, “is this… is this what you think of me? Roman?” you questioned. His eyes softened as he cupped your face, “no… not at all. I want to show you this part of me. I want you to be a part of me, mine,” he explained. 
you'd always been curious about that lifestyle; the leather, the domination, the taboo, but it definitely wasn't a term you'd ever associated with roman reigns. You were lost in confusion once again. The fact that he wanted you to sign the contract made your gut wrench anxiously. “Come, let me give you a preview,” he says softly. “You have three colors, green, yellow, and red. Green meaning you're comfortable, yellow meaning you're on edge, and red meaning youre uncomfortable, got it?” he asks. You nod your head, “use your words mama,” you open your mouth to speak, “yes.”
He slowly walks behind you and lifts your right arm, rubbing his hand along its length. His lips pressed gentle kisses down your arm and back up to your neck. His hands rubs your waist, making their way up to the back of your bra to unclip it. “What color are you?” he asks, “green” you replied, shakingly breathing. Your bra falls to the floor as he turns you around. The body temperature between you became hot and anxious. 
He caresses your face as he places a soft kiss on your lips. Turning around, he grabs a tie from the seat behind him. He moves closer, pulling your arms above your head and ties your wrists together. As you stood there, he cleared off his desk, wiping everything to the floor as if he didnt care what was on top of it. 
He picks you up with your tied wrist around his neck. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster by the second as he stared into your soul, ready to devour you any second. He lays you on the desk. His hands gripped the hem of your bottoms, pulling them off slow enough to your liking.
He steps back for a minute to admire your body, “god you're so beautiful,” he grunts. He runs his hand along your abdomen, “When I touch you, there is no one else." A moan escaped from your lips, and his eyes filled with need. "There's only your beautiful little whimpers that send me overhills." As soon as his finger pressed inside you, your moan grew louder. He pulled the finger out and went back to teasing your opening. "The only thing I ask is for you to be mine." 
His other hand gripped your thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh hungrilly. "So when I say that I want you-" It was a warm, wet sensation flickering across your cunt, and you grabbed the desk tightly, nearly tearing it to shreds when he blew on the wetness he created. "I want you,” he finished, his voice filled with greed. “All of you. You got that?" The blowing made speaking difficult, but you forced a "Yes sir" from your lips."Good." In the blink of an eye, his tongue inserted itself inside your mouth, then flicked back out, leaving you panting and completely at his mercy, wanting more and more from him.
“Be mine,” he said, his voice full of yearning. His touch was urgent when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open, wider. Like if he didn’t have you, all of you, it would be the end of him, so he slid off his shorts. He had the most beautiful cock you’d ever seen. It was thick and veiny, protruding from a mass of beautiful curls.
His guttural moan punched inside you, eliciting an echo from you. Attempting to take him on, your muscles strained with waves of ecstasy swirling around sparks of pain. His heart stopped roaring in his chest or his ears but instead, beating in the place between your legs. His hair flowed with his pounding rhythm. His hands dug into your hips as he rowed in and out of you. The sound of skin and bodies colliding was perhaps the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.
He kept pounding, strong and hungrily, and when you felt him trembling, you worried that you couldn't wait any longer. Not with him filling you so completely and struggling to hold tight to his own self-control.
"Come," he said, his voice betraying his own nearness. "Come with me, mama." you released everything, and he felt your body contracting, holding onto him. He was coming too, you could tell from the way he held you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. you cried out his name, over and over, and he said yours. Both of you; together, lost and found in each other. A tear ran down your cheek, filled with greed and pleasure. “I’ll think about the contact… even if it hurts,” you pant, hardly getting your words out. He brings his finger up to wipe it, “dont worry mama, this is just the beginning,” he pants.
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“Hi baby,” Shanté said as she pulled herself up off the ground. “You miss me?” 
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Josh seethed, stepping into Shanté’s personal space. “How did you get my address?! My fucking kids are here Shanté” Shanté shrugged and reached up to cup his face but he smacked her hand away, 
“Look, I know you said you don’t want to see me nomore, but that was just her talking right?” She stepped closer to him. “She’s making you stop talking to me.” Josh inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils and took a step back from her. 
“Shantê you gotta go, you trippin’ forreal.” Jon had stepped in between his brother and Shanté after successfully getting his nephews in the house. She sucked her teeth and mushed his face away from her which set off Trinity who had just come back outside. 
“Oh bitch you done fucked up now.” Trinity stormed towards Shanté and shoved her to the ground before getting on top of her and landing some pouches before Jon pulled her off of Shanté. Kiyana, who had come back outside also ran over and got a couple of hits on Shanté too before also being pulled off her by Josh. 
“You stupid bitch!” Kiyana yelled out as she was being carried into the house. “Don’t bring ya’ dumbass to my fucking house anymore!” Shanté pulled herself off of the ground and all but ran to her rental car and sped away from the house. 
Josh slammed the door behind him once he got Kiyana inside. 
“I want you  gone.” She seethed, pointing a finger in his face. “Pack your shit and get the fuck out!.” 
“Kiy-” He tried to cut her off but he stopped once he saw the look on her face. 
“That bitch came to my fucking house Joshua! Our fucking kids are here!”  Josh watched as Kiyana paced around the living room. Jon and Trin had taken all of the boys upstairs and he was very grateful for that because they did not need to see their mom this angry. 
“I don’t know how she got our address, Key. You know I would never put you or our boys in danger.” Kiyana rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious, Key.” She shook her head with a slight chuckle. 
“None of this would be happening if you would’ve just kept your dick in your pants. Like you really looked at that woman and said ‘yeah imma cheat on my wife with her’ “ She said, mocking his voice.  
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. He was sorry and If he could go back 4 months ago and walk away from Shanté he would. “We had a good session with Dr. Ander-” 
“Fuck Dr. Anderson!” She shouted. “That woman came to my house. Any thought of working on our relationship is dead.” She gave him one more menacing glare before making her way up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door. 
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It felt like Josh was having an episode of Déjà vu as he knocked on the bedroom door to let Kiyana know he was heading to the airport and would be back home in a couple of days. It was like they were back at square one, she had locked him out of the bedroom again and was back to ignoring him and only talking to him when the boys were around. 
He knew as soon as he entered the arena for Monday Night Raw he needed to put Shanté in her place. Her showing up to his house was completely out of line and quite frankly, she got what she deserved. 
Josh groaned as he entered the men’s shared locker room and saw Joe standing there talking to a group of NIL new hires that had been asked to come to RAW
“Good afternoon to you too, Uce.” Joe said with a smirk on his face as he dismissed the group of young hopefuls. 
“Why you here Joe?”  Josh grunted as he plopped down on the nearest chair. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, waiting for Joe’s response. 
“Working, just like you.” Joe snickered at the look that Josh threw his way. “I’m not supposed to be here or somethin’” ? Josh sighed again and decided to ignore Joe. They both snapped their heads towards the door when someone started to bang on it. 
“Josh! I know you're in there!” More banging “Come out here and talk to me!”  Joe smirked and raised an eyebrow. 
“You might wanna go handle that Uce.” 
“Man, shut the fuck up.” Josh glared over at Joe before standing up and going into the hallway to talk to Shanté.
“You gotta chill, forreal. You makin’ yourself look stupid as hell.”  It was at that moment , Josh realized he didn’t know what he saw in Shanté. She was being a bog pain in the ass ever since he told her that he didn’t want to see her anymore. 
“You just stood there the other day and let that bitch put her hands on me.” Shanté whined. 
“Whoa, watch your fucking mouth.” Josh glared over at her “You came to our fucking house, where our kids were and you expected my wife to not do anything to you?” Shanté rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. 
“So now that's your wife?” Shanté scoffed, “I coulda swore a couple of weeks ago you was pillow talkin’ to me about wanting a divorce and being with me. But now you claiming her as your wife.” Shanté scoffed again and rolled her eyes.
Joe’s eyes widened as he listened to Shanté and Josh’s conversation.  You fucking dummy, Joe thought. A divorce? From Kiyana? Joe knew it wasn’t just sex between the two of them, not with the way Shanté was acting. Ain't no woman go act that way if it was just sex. Joe smirked as he got an idea in his head and pulled out his phone to call Kiyana. 
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👀
don't give up on me yet y'all
i promise all the good stuff is coming, i just need to get Joe, Kiyana and Josh in the same room for all the good shit to start.
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