#roman x reader

[caramelcleopatraa]

GIANNA'S ROOM

word count: 1.2k

x: heyyoo. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago, and I didn't know where I wanted this to go, so I'm excited to see if y'all like this one or not. causeeee I can make part 2 "Roman's Room" which is already planned out :p. anyways hope you guys enjoy (excuse any errors you see of course) and please leave comments. I love comments.

content: He’s a wrestler. She’s a pornstar. They were never meant to meet, but Gianna wanted to ride, so he let her. Roman Reigns x Gianna, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk, masturbation, exchange of videos and pictures

“Thank you guys so much for watching. I’ll see you guys next stream,” Gianna says seductively, blowing a kiss at her viewers. Another successful day, and a hefty bag gust from two hours of work. She was so glad that her roommate, Amara, was non judgemental when it came to her occupation. There’s such a negative view on sex workers, and she was worried she’d be stuck with a roommate who wouldn't respect her, but she lucked out big time. She even offered to be in multiple videos with Gianna when money was tight, which led to Amara creating a OnlyFans account of her own. 

1 Notification from: Anonymous

Normally, she shrugged off private messages because they usually lead to personalized requests, which is something she doesn't do. But she gets intrigued once she reads the message preview.

Anonymous Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for….

‘1000?’ She clicks on the notification and reads the full message.

Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for just a quick video.

‘1000 dollars is a lot for a short video.’

EroticMedusa I don't normally take requests, but that offer is too good to deny.

Anonymous I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll go ahead and send the payment through if you want to do the video.

EroticMedusa Sure! Anything in particular you want me to do? I’m here for your pleasure, sir. :)

Anonymous Whatever makes you feel comfortable sweetheart. Need some inspiration?

EroticMedusa If you don't mind. :)

Anonymous Of course sweetheart. [2 Attachments]

She clicks the first picture and her jaw drops to the floor. Saying that he was attractive was an understatement. He’s big. For fucking sure. His wavy hair dangled down from the top of the picture. Pearly white teeth, salt and pepper beard, broad shoulders, big arms and big hands, a large tattoo that covered his right pec and covered his entire right arm, prominent chest, defined torso, thick thighs, and he was hung. She was practically drooling from the picture alone. What didn’t he have? She exited out of the picture and clicked on the video next. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen.

He held his phone in his hand, keeping the phone at the perfect angle to capture his beautiful body. She could hear chuckling as he slowly stroked himself for her. “Look what you do to me baby.” God, his voice. If his body wouldn't do it, his voice definitely would. She was glad that she had free time today to make the video, because she was already turned on from the picture he sent. “Wish you were here with me sweetheart, I’d make you cum all night” He tightens his fist, fucking up into his hand. “Want you to suck this dick so bad, baby. Need to feel those lips around my dick.” She bit her bottom lip, unconsciously grabbing her breasts and bucking her hips. “Damn, I'm finna cum for you. Ahhh shit!” She watched closely as strings of cum leaked from his tip, his head leaned back and his chest heaving from the intense orgasm he had. He stroked himself a few more times, creating squelching from his release dripping over his hands. What she would give to lick him clean.

EroticMedusa Damn daddy, that was so sexy.

Anonymous I’m glad you like it.

EroticMedusa I loved it! Your body looks soo good! And your voice made me so horny daddy.

Anonymous Ever had a stranger make you feel like that?

EroticMedusa No, only you.

Anonymous Good girl.  Making me horny again the way you’re talking to me.

EroticMedusa I wish I could've been there to lick you clean. I’m so wet imagining it. I’m making the video right now! Give me a few minutes.

Anonymous Take your time.

Gianna propped her phone up after sending her last message, making sure she was capturing all of the right angles and pressed record. She grabbed her favorite vibrator from her nightstand drawer and positioned herself in front of the camera. She could see herself glistening from her phone. She waved at the camera and giggled before playing with her breasts. Grabbing and tugging at her nipples, bucking her hips again and moaning softly. She imagines his hands replacing hers. “I’m so horny for you, daddy,” She says, spreading her legs to show him her delectable pussy. She was glistening even more now, if that was possible. The hand that wasn’t focused on her breast, teases her folds, and the hand that was on her breast, reached to grab her vibrator.

“I want that dick daddy,” she says, pressing the button on her vibrator placed on her sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut and enjoying the sensation. She imagined him burying his face between her legs, dragging his tongue along her pussy. How he would lick and suck on her clit. How he would make her come on his tongue, and keep going. All of these fantasies were only making her more excited. “Fuck, I want you so bad daddyy. I wish you were here right now.” Her chest bobbed up and down, her ragged breaths mixed in with whiny and desperate moans. The picture and video that he sent earlier was crystal clear in her mind. His deep moans and dirty talk repeated in her head while the vibrator stayed stationary on her clit. “Shiiit- ugh. Feels so fucking good.” 

Her back arched as her moans got louder. She was for sure making a mess on the bed and disturbing her neighbors. She didn’t care though. God she needed to cum. Between the video he sent her and the conversation they had, there was nothing she was more focused on than undoing herself. Her spare hand grabbed at the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of her head in euphoric pleasure of the orgasm that was fastly building. “aaah- i’m gonna cum f’r you,” she says, her slurred words that accompanied the light buzzing of the vibrator. Her thighs shook violently as she screamed out pleas and exclaims of pleasure. She turned off the vibrator, working quick circles on her clit, overstimulating herself. Her legs stayed open, displaying the beautiful mess she made on herself and her silk sheets. She grabs her phone, bringing it closer to her cunt, giving him a front row seat. “Would you lick it up, daddy?” She giggles softly, pressing the red button to stop the recording. She sends the video to him, taking a deep breath.

EroticMedusa Here you go, big guy 😘 [1 Attatchment]

‘Shit, that was amazing.’ If he was willing to stick around, she could pump out content in no time.

She cleans herself up minutes later, wrapping herself in her silk robe that matched her sheets. Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, and she quickly unlocked her phone, anxious for his response. And she got just that.

Anonymous God damn baby [1 Attatchment]

She could make another video just from the picture alone. His head was leaned back, showing off his adam’s apple. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat with droplets dripping down his chest. Streams of cum drip down his shaft, down to his balls. She would have loved to see what he looked like while he stroked himself to her video.

Anonymous Can I see you?

EroticMedusa See me? What are you trying to do, sir? 😏

Anonymous I’m tryna give you the best dick down you’ll ever have.

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[psychwxrdd]

you try to breakup with yandere! roman godfrey

🎀: not bill being arrested for smoking the zaza lmao let my man be happy. this is something short i wrote on halloween last year and i felt like sharing today

warnings: yandere, obsessive love, dark themes, implied kidnap, horror, gaslight

"You don't mean that shit" Roman laughed. As if you just told the funniest joke he ever heard.

"You bet i did"

He keeps laughing, genuinely. He puts his hand on his chest, trying to calm down.

"You'd make a brilliant comedian" he nods his head, staring at the floor.

You felt so angry, so small. You hated not being taken serious.

"Grow the fuck up! You know this is not a joke, i fucking mean it, i'm done with you" You said sternly. The way he stared at you made you feel chills on your spine. He came closer, sitting next to you. He sighed. His hands caressed your cheeks.

"Look at me sweetheart" you didn't wanted to, you tried to stare at anywhere else, but the way he grabbed your jaw forced you to make eye contact "Repeat yourself, c'mon"

"I don't wanna do this anymore!"

"Then i guess we have to make you want this again"

Roman easily carried you on his shoulder and it happened too fast for you to react. You tried to scream, but he had his hands covering your mouth.

"Shut up baby", he told you as he walked to the attic, your desperated cries for him to stop weren't doing anything to him. Actually, he thought the sounds were very lovely.

He threw you as if you were nothing, your head painfully hitting the floor and you couldn't hold the loud sobs anymore.

"I let you hang out with those bitches for once and see it, this is how you start acting. You're gonna stay here untill you learn how to behave, and you're gonna act like my sweet y/n again. Yeah? You got that? Nod for me if you understand"

You nod, softly.

"There you go. I love you, sweetheart, but you can't keep hurting me like this... I'm not the bad guy for wanting the girl i love to respect me, you know? It's all on you." He stood closer to you, and you shifted, scared of what he would do "I will do anything i can to keep you mine, don't try me. I'm not afraid of doing anything that means you stay here forever."

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[voxmortuus]

Can i request a roman godfrey x plus!size reader. Maybe she is the new girl or Peter's sister or cousin that moved there because of her Father’s job or something and roman becomes obsessed with her or something and he dose all this because he is in love with her and just a really fluffy ending pls

I just want to say I am SO sorry for this taking as long as it did to produce! I have been feeling so out of sorts with my writing and I had taken a super long hiatus. I found this half written in my drafts and felt I NEEDED to finish this! So, Here it is! The finished piece!!! I hope it finds you well.

PAIRING: Roman Godfrey x Fem!Plus Sized!Reader - Reader is 18+

UNIVERSE: Hemlock Grove

WORDS: 1.1K

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Obsessive Roman | Stalking Insinuated | Fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision.

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

DIVIDER CREDIT: @firefly-graphics

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Welcome to Hemlock Grove - That's what the sign read as you entered the town. Remote, and almost nothing here. Rubbing your face you look around and take in the bare land from the death of winter. Your father had gotten a job working at The Godfrey Institute. Unknowing what was in store for you you take this as a new opportunity to reinvent yourself, to start fresh in the way of hoping for a new beginning.

Making your way inside your new home with the last box for your room, you place it down on your bed and look out the window that looks over the street that leads to Godfrey Manor. Making a small face in slight disgust, you let off a small sigh and start putting things away.

It wasn't long before you hear a knock at your bedroom door, and it was your father asking you if you'd like to go with him to see where he works. Shrugging you had agreed to go. The way you saw it was it got you out of the house and around civilization. Grabbing your coat you throw your hair up into a loose bun and follow him to the car.

Your father didn't work far from your new home, so it was less than a few moments before you found yourself in the elevator on your way to the top floor to look around your father's new place of work. Looking around for a moment you look up at your father and tell him you're going to look around.

As you wander off you find yourself in the rather large conference room. Little to your knowledge you are being watched, by Mr. Godfrey himself. Watching you as your fingers graze against the solid wood table, across the leather backing of the chairs. Watching you as you look so unamused and so done with today that you're ready to go home.

You weren't like the others that had come in and out of here, you were shaped differently, you were a snack, in a matter of ways. While you questioned yourself sometimes, you were truly a beautiful person. Even when you didn't see yourself that way. Looking at your reflection off the surface of the table, he let out a breath, push the loose stray hairs back into place, and look around once more before wandering out.

He follows you and watches you. It was that moment he knew that you, you were it. That something different in his life, that spark he felt he's been missing. That itch he's been needing to scratch and could never find the right tool to scratch it. Roman knew that you were going to change his way of thinking when it all boiled down to it.

Spring is here, it's been five months since the move, and you've become settled, relatively. But something's been going on. You've been getting flowers and other little gifts off and on for the past three or so months. It's regular, on queue, and it never changes, once, every two weeks, a fresh bouquet of something different, and either a card, or a little trinket, be it a charm, a piece of something to wear, or a small stuffed animal accompanies this bouquet. Today, was no different.

Lurking in the distance, as he always had from the moment you met, you let out a soft yet slightly heavy breath and you look down at the flowers that sat on your doorstep. "What the heck…" you say softly. Pushing your lips to one side you look around and you pick up the sunflower and rose bouquet and pull it to your face and take in a deep inhale and smiled with a slightly somber look on your face. "THANK YOU!" You call out before you walk in and close the door.

The flowers become a regular thing, and you start visiting the office a little more, the light anonymous things putting you in a mood of happiness and genuine love. You feel this love and you don't know how to channel it, so you start bringing your father lunch at work, and you start talking to his co-workers. But it's when you meet his boss that your own heart begins to beat a little funny. You give a slightly goofy giggle, clear your throat, put your head down, and walk away.

It was his scent, you knew that scent. It was on the stuffed bear you had received with a bouquet of peonies not long ago. You excuse yourself and make your way out of the building. Running your hands down your thick thighs you lean against your little beat-up volkswagon bug and you feel your heart beating miles a minute. Shaking your head you look up at the building and burst into laughter. Why? No? Really? Was it him?

You look back down, and you lean against your car a little more, and before you had a moment to really recall everything you see him approaching from your peripheral vision. Licking your plump lips you look over at him and draw in a deep breath.

"Has it been you?" you ask. "Since the beginning." He stated "But why?" you ask him. "Why couldn't you tell me? I come in to bring him lunch every day and you couldn't tell me?" "I didn't know how. I was in awe of you." Roman admitted. "Mr. Godfrey--" "Roman, please, call me Roman." He stated. "Roman." you pause a moment. "I am nothing to be in awe about, my curves have curves, I'm far too out of your realm of normal woman, I'm just--" "Perfect. You're perfect and you don't see it Y/N. You won't see it, but I want to help you see it… if you'll let me." He smiled. "Let me take you out tonight. There's this cute little coffee shop in town, join me?" He asked.

Charming, he was charming, and he was sweet. Nodding your head you had agreed to his proposal of coffee. He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. Your hand feels so small in his, you feel like you're about the size of a damn munchkin from The Wizard of Oz. But it feels good. You feel good.

Sitting in the coffee shop after you two walk a little ways from the building you find yourself enthralled in each other, in the conversation, the mindless nothing of conversation that has led to laughter, and genuine raw emotions between you. Nothing but calm, cherished moments. Sure, people stared, but he never took his eyes off you, his attention was on you. You were important to him.

What really made you feel on top of the world, was when he reached forward and tucked some hair behind your ear, helped you up, and walked back to the building with you. From that day on, you realized that you are perfectly imperfect and that no matter what, you are beautiful, and because of Roman, seeing yourself as anything less, that's just not possible anymore.

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[first-edition]

Beauty

Roman Godfrey x reader 

While driving home you see roman walking alone, after he’s been missing, in the icy rain and you take him home.

CW- smut, PinV, oral fem! Rec, fingering, dirty talk, semi-noncon, unprotected Brief mention of self harm.

!!!!THIS IS A SMUT CONTAINING SEXAUL ELEMENTS MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!

You drive the heat in your car blasting as its so cold outside and its raining. You music softly playing as you hum along to it. You look over seeing someone walking along the long stretch of road completely soaked. 

Getting closer yo can see its roman his arms wrapped around himself cold. Immediately you pull over rolling down the window. 

“Roman!? What are you doing.” You cal to him he stops and looks at you his face is flushed red from the cold an he looks like a wet puppy shivering. 

Without thinking you got out of your car and run to him. 

“where’ve you been you’ve been gone for three days.” You say putting your hands on his face feelin how cold he is against your warm hands to which he leans into your touch. 

“come on.” You say opening yout car door sitting him inside before running around and getting in yourself driving off to his house.

———

You set him down on the side of the bed after hes removed his wet clothes leaving himself in sweats and wrapped in a blanket. You’ve changed into one of his tshirts and your underwear. 

You sit across from him the blank stare still on his face. 

“what’s wrong?” You ask as he bursts into a sob. You hurry to him putting your hand on his cheek again this time clearly seeing the bandaged gash on his chest. 

“R-Roman what happened? What did you do?” You ask turning his face to you.

“im ugly..” he mumbles.    “what?” You ask.

“im an ugly person…im ugly.” He says

“Roman..” you say moving his hair from his face. 

“Today…m-my mom told me i have an ugliness that’s i-impossible to love.” He says wiping off his cheek. 

“that’s not true…Roman look at me. Please.” You reply as his eyes look at you. 

“you know i love you…you being gone for three days scared the shit outta me. I was looking for you everywhere. Peter and i were looking for you. How could you say that?”  “yes it is its true.”  “Roman! I love you!” You repeat. 

He looks at you nodding 

“i-i know…im sorry i left i shouldnt have left you.” He says 

“its okay.” You say 

“i love you too.” He says putting his forehead against yours. Before pecking your lips a few times. You pull back realizing what could happen. 

“r-Roman.” You shake your head. 

“please..please…” he whimpers. Making your heart melt for your boyfriend. Causing you to smash your lips against his. He grips your waist pulling you up as your fall back onto the bed taking off your shirt. His lips hungrily kiss your neck and chest as he throws the blanket off him. 

“ah fuck..” you gasp as his lips attach to your nipple sucking and swirling his tounge. 

Your fingers run through his hair. His hands move down your body pulling off your underwear pushing your thighs apart dipping his middle finger into you and curling it up hitting your g-spot. 

“Ngh ah!” You moan making him enter another finger. Beginning to fuck you with it. 

“Please ah r-Roman please!” You whimper as he kisses down your body resting between your legs his tongue licking up your slit as his lips attaché d around your bud. The pleausre of his long slender fingers curling and thrusting into your walls and the sucking of his lips on your clit send your into heaven. 

His other hand grips your Breast as your back arches from all the pleausre. 

As you moan out his name. He pulls back from you sitting up letting you catch your breath. His pushes his hair back and licks your slick off his fingers as his eyes are glued to your body bruises on your neck and breast from him already formed. Turning him on of how fragile you are to him wanting to destroy you and claim you more than he already has in the past year you’ve been together. He pulls off the sweatpants discarding them somewhere on the floor.

His hand wraps around your throat while his other pushes your wrists together hands above your head. 

His eyes dark with lust as he leans over you kissing your forehead. Before leaning down to your ear. 

“you’re gonna scream for me.” He says hardly. 

“w-what?” You breath out. 

“you…are going to scream. For me.” He says harshly before roughly thrusting his hardened dick into your pussy. 

A moan scream leaves your mouth your legs shut around his waist. Making him thrust deeper into you.

“R-Roman, Ah, Wait!” You exclaim as he rams his cock into you over and over. 

He sits back his hand attached to your throat as he fucks you. 

“scream bitch.” He tightens his grip. 

“AH R-ROMAN!” You whimper tears running down your face. 

“fuck yes.” He huffs. 

“R-ROMAN NGH PLEASE…S-STOP” pleausre surges through your body making you clench around him cumming your eyes rolling back. 

He chuckles as your disheveled state pulling out of you and turning you over. He pulls your ass up in the air as you grip on to the bed post as he enters your cunt again. Thrusting just a rooughly as before. 

He kisses, nips, sucks, and bite at your shoulders and back giving your ass cheeks a slap every now and then. Making you moan his name.

Cumming for the third time he pushes deep into you hitting your cervix and more then bottoming out in you as your pussy consumes his entire large dick as he Cums deeply in you. With a groan. 

Pulling out of you his cum leaks down your leg making him push his finger into you pushing his seed back in. Before setting you down both your chest heaving. He leans down leaving kisses on your face and whispers sweet things telling how good you are to him. How much he loves you. how good you make him feel all making you smile. 

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[anonymousoneshots]

Thing For Me

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual Talk, Swearing, Teasing

You’re backstage at Wrestlemania 39, anxiously waiting for the end result of Roman’s highly-anticipated match against Cody Rhodes. You can’t help but hold your breath every time Roman’s pinned, willing him to kick out and keep fighting. There’s something about Roman in the ring that makes your veins pulse and your heart shudder.

You’re watching the match play out on the small TV in the back room, silently hoping nobody catches you. It was no secret to most of your friends in the back that you had a thing for Roman. You always went out of your way to watch all of his matches and promos, your smile lighting up a room whenever he was victorious. You wouldn’t necessarily call it a crush, not really. You just liked it when he won. You respected him and enjoyed his success. Nothing more. Not a single part of you was in denial either. Right?

You fold your hands together in front of your mouth and lightly bite on your thumb nail, nerves getting the better of you as you can feel the tension from the match in the atmosphere. Cody had Roman positioned for his finishing move, slamming him down in one swift motion. Your heart was hammering. Cody had him back and was going to hit it a second time. This is it. The end of the reign. You place your hands over your mouth and close your eyes, time seeming to slow. You hear a reaction from the crowd and open your eyes expecting to see Roman laid out, but instead you see Solo rolling out of the ring and Cody on the ground. Roman soon hits Cody with a spear and the ref counts to three. “Yes!” you exclaim, jumping in a circle in celebration. You feel adrenaline leaking out of you as Roman holds both belts high in the air, the legendary reign continuing. Your smile is wide and bright as you watch him in wonder, the television picture reflecting in your eyes.

Almost everyone has left the arena for the night, as you’re just finishing up gathering your gear and duffle bag. You slipped back on the dress you had worn into the arena after taking off your ring gear. You didn’t have a match at Wresltemania, but they like everyone backstage to be in gear just in case. It’s pretty quiet as you head out of the locker room, and you’re humming to yourself as you walk down the hall toward the exit and the car waiting for you, heels clicking in the silence.

You slow to a stop as you hear a muffled chuckle coming from one of the backstage rooms. A door is cracked open and you quietly step over to it, peeking to see who’s still here. Roman is leaning against an empty desk, phone to his ear with his back to the door. He’s wearing his signature Jordan’s with gray sweatpants and a Bloodline t-shirt. Your heart catches in your throat. Of course you’ve passed by Roman backstage before, even congratulated him on various wins in the past. But that always happened surrounded by people, and still each time, you were fully aware of him, cheeks flushing and heart racing. This time was no different.

“Alright, man, I’ll be there.” Roman clicks of his phone call and drops it into the pocket of his sweatpants, reaching to pick up his bag and belts off the desk beside him. You’re watching his every move, like it’s one of his matches on TV playing out in front of you. His hair is tied back and you can smell his cologne in the air. He turns around and swings the duffel over his shoulder, then the belts. He looks up and spots you. Quickly you spin away from the opening in the door and start to hustle down the hallway, keeping your head low. You hear the door shut behind you and Roman’s voice as it calls your name.

“[y/n].”

You stop and wince as your heart is running a mile a minute. Anytime you’ve been around Roman it has always been in a group of people. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, until now. You turn on your heel to face him as his long strides reach you fairly quickly. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and a racing heart. He looks down at you and tilts his chin up.

“You catch my match tonight?” He asks, a smirk forming at his lips. Shit, he knows.

“Congratulations,” you muster, now avoiding his gaze.

He’s fully smirking now, and taps on his belts with his left hand. “Didn’t doubt me, did you?” He asks.

“Never,” you exhale, now meeting his eyes, not aware you were holding your breath.

“Good girl.” He gaze trails down your body, the small, tight black dress you have on hugging each of your curves beautifully.

“Tell me, [y/n], did you enjoy watching your Tribal Chief win tonight?” Roman asks, taking a sauntering step closer to you. You instinctively take a step back, feeling intimidated and nervous as all hell.

“It was a good match,” you manage, feeling his prowling gaze drink in the sight of you. Where was this coming from? No way in hell could you possibly pull Roman. Could you? Roman nods and darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Word around here is you never miss one of matches. You got a thing for me, [y/n]?”

The world seems to slow and your thoughts turn to mush. You’ve never been asked about this before so bluntly. Not by your friends, not by anyone on the roster, and especially not by Roman himself, the star of all your fantasies. You shift uncomfortably and stare at the ground, words lost at your mouth. Roman chuckles at the way he’s making you squirm, the dominance in him gloating. “You want a ride back to the hotel, [y/n]?” He asks.

—————————————————————————

The silence and tension during the car ride to the hotel is excruciating. Roman is relaxed as ever, casually leaning back against the seat. Your whole body is rich with tension, though, as you sit stiffly and are acutely aware of every breath you take. You don’t dare glance at him, but you feel his eyes on you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, your fingers in your lap nervously twisting your rings. Roman clears his throat and slides over closer to you, causing your heart to contract and your breath to catch.

“Tell me, [y/n], what is it about me that’s making you so tense? Relax, breathe.” He rests his hand on your knee, leaning forward trying to catch your gaze. You finally look at him with wide eyes, sure he can hear your heart pounding. His touch is sending waves through your body, and you instinctively squeeze your legs together. Roman smiles that cocky smile of his, almost like your someone he’s about to destroy. Almost. He removes his hand from your knee and leans back against the seat again, seemingly satisfied that he’s making you sweat. This car ride is dragging on and on, all you want is to be back at the hotel in the safety of your room and bed, far away from wherever this was.

Finally, the car pulls up to your hotel. You quickly reach for the door and step out into the cool air. Roman steps out after you, walking around towards the trunk to get the bags and his belts. You go to take your bag from him, saying thank you, but he pulls away. “No, no, I got you,” another cocky smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You smile at him and head toward the door. Once inside, you stand awkwardly in front of the elevator in silence, watching the floors light up as it heads to you.

“Thanks for the ride, and my bag,” you say, glancing over at him. He simply nods his head as the door opens and you both step inside. You’re preparing yourself for a long ride of awkward silence and tension, as Roman presses the button for the 15th floor.

“You’re very intimidating, you know,” you say. “That’s why I’m tense. You make me nervous.”

Roman chuckles and sets the bags and his belts down. You’re now passing floor 6.

“Is it that I make you nervous because I’m intimidating or because you have that thing for me?” He questions. You bite your lip and ignore the question. He turns towards you and steps closer, you can feel his breath on your ear. “Because what you really want from me is to be destroyed.”

Heat pools in your stomach and you audibly gasp. Before you have time to react further, he spins you toward him and pins you between his arms with your back to the wall. You lustfully search his eyes and want for his touch. “Roman-“ you start, but he roughly places his hand over your mouth and smiles.

“I bet you get all wet watching me, don’t you, [y/n]?” He husks into your ear. You squeeze your legs together in an effort to stop the building ache Roman’s causing. He looks into your eyes with a hunger, which only turns you on more. The elevator dings at it reaches your floor, and just as suddenly as Roman was on you, he’s off, bending to pick up the his bag and belts. He leaves yours on the floor. You’re left leaning against the wall of the elevator, breathing heavily. He steps out and turns towards you, drinking in the mess he’s made of you, a grin forming at his lips.

“Room 1547, if that thing for me turns into an urge you can’t satisfy.”

#roman x reader #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #reader insert #wwe #wwe x reader #fanfiction #one shot #fanfic #smut #wwe one shot #fan fiction

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Fic idea: How might the Sides help with writer's block?

Authors note: I wrote Janus and Remus for this one!! Which is why this took a tad longer than usual lol

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Remus making dirty comments

👑 Roman 👑

-Oooh writers block with Roman is ALMOST non existent

-He’s creativity after all so he would come up with the most extravagant things

-Would definitely use this as an opportunity to spend time alone with you in the Mindscape place and create whatever came to mind to help inspire you

-DAYDREAM MODE ACTIVATED

-He’ll do EVERYTHING to help you beat writers block, which also gives him an excuse to be as dramatic as possible

-Aww I also feel like the moment he has an idea he doesn’t even say anything he just rushes to the nearest writing utensil and writes it down before he forgets

-Just know asking for Romans help with writers block will have you both exhausted but happy

-exhausted mainly because of all the running around and happy that you both got to do all that together

-You definitely got an idea about what to write

💙 Logan 💙

-ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT WHEN YOU ASK HIM FOR HELP WITH WRITERS BLOCK

-Obviously calm and collected on the outside but on the inside he is so darn happy

-It just makes him feel very important and will take it very seriously

-He’ll research various topics with you, look at art/pictures, take notes of things, etc.

-Expect so. much. info dumping.

-But hey it really does help with drumming up some good ideas

-By the end of it, you’ll have like more than 5 pages worth of notes to help you with your writers block

-He’ll somehow even throw out MORE ideas as he helps you write whatever it is that you’re writing

-Literally a human grammarly so he’s always pointing out where you can improve your grammar

-Likes to compliment certain parts of your work in order to keep you motivated tho

-If you drink coffee, your both probably buzzing off of the amount of caffeine you guys drank during the reasearch

🍪 Patton 🍪

-At first he’ll ask, “what’s writers block?”

-Once you explain it tho, he’ll try drumming up any ideas on how to help

-I feel like his idea of getting you inspired will be stuff like, talking a walk to maybe help clear your head or baking/ cooking something for you

-Probably takes you to his room hoping that all the nostalgic stuff he has in it will help

-He’s trying his best lol

-He’ll probably get distracted with the things in his room and has to be constantly reminded of the task at hand

-Somehow that helps?? Like seeing him organically do stuff and not trying to help you get inspired, helps with the writers block

-With Patton it just really depends if he does or says something that somehow triggers inspiration

-Gives you cookies and milk as you work once you get past writers block

💜 Virgil 💜

-Once you ask him, you both probably sit on his bed trying to think of something

-Till Virgil suggests you listen to some music that will help you

-He puts on ALL his favorite albums

-Puts on Paramore, MCR, Evanescence, and probably the soundtrack of his favorite musicals/movies

-Probably suggests watching some movies to hopefully get inspired

-Tries not to panic when it doesn’t seem to work

-But it does work since you both end up talking in depth about the movies and songs

-It ends up being a veryyyyy long conversation since he’s very passionate about his interests

-And you love listening to him

-Once you sit down and get to work on the thing you wanna write, he’s there sitting with you to help bounce ideas off one another

-Kinda like Logan, will be vibrating from the amount of coffee he’s drank

-Once you asked him to help with writers block, he helped you through the whole day

-And I mean, the whole day

-You’re just both very relieved you finally got through writers block

🐍 Janus 🐍

-“You must be truly desperate to come to me for help.”

-Ok Loki nobody asked for ur opinion

-Will reluctantly help (he would love to help he’s just being janus. he’s actually jumping with joy on the inside that you asked him for help)

-He’ll probably try telling you stories that are completely made up to hopefully get ur creative juices flowing

-Yes he goes through the effort to make up stories to tell you

-Probably will take you to the library to help research various topics

-Why not just look it up? Bc he likes the quiet atmosphere

-Not at all bc he wants to put actual effort into helping you

-He’s gonna be a diva about it tho

-Surprisingly is very keen on helping you get motivated and when you think about giving up, he simply won’t allow it

-He gets you up and running

-Probably promises to get you something as a reward for getting through writers block

-One of the few times he’s not actually lying

-Once you do come up with an idea, he’ll probably make little sassy remarks about your work

-Know he doesn’t actually mean it, he just says it on instinct

-Oh and your reward? He can’t bring himself to give it to you in person so he just leaves it somewhere he knows you’ll find it

💚 Remus 💚

-Oh gosh, you almost regret asking him for help with writers block

-Bc he will go into gremlin mode and just do the most out of pocket things ever

-“To help your creative - and other- juices flow!!” he says

-Immediately gets hit upside the head for that little comment

-But, anyways, if you need help writing some messed up stuff or something; he’s the best guy for the job

-Just imagine him being as extra as Roman but much more…disturbing

-He won’t stop making dirty jokes/comments through the whole thing

-But he surprisingly does a good job at helping you out with writers block

-Of course you both will most likely get sidetracked bc Remus is being Remus

-Just know you you’ll be both disturbed but entertained when it comes to asking Remus for help

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #thomas sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides x reader #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides headcanon #roman x reader #logan x reader #Patton x reader #Virgil x reader #janus x reader #remus x reader

[cinnamonglrls]

MASTERLIST.

→  ⌜ROMAN REIGNS.⌟ 

CINNAMON IN MY TEETH, FROM YOUR KISS; ⌜series.⌟ 🦋♡⭐︎✴︎◦

part I. all the pills that you take to keep me at arms length : an accident that occurs backstage seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back for Isabel. [a.]

part II. if you hold me without hurting me: chaos is bound to ensue after a drunk tongue speaks sober thoughts.

part III. kerosene: the fire reaches a fever pitch.

DRABBLES. 🪴♡⭐︎✴︎◦

mechanic!roman.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #wwe #masterlist #roman reigns angst #roman reigns fic #roman x reader #poc writer

[flammingnachos]

𝑴𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂(roman reigns x fem!reader

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Even tho it’s not official yet the tribal chief likes to make it be known about his intentions with you and his desire for you to let him into your heart even though hard times

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰; tribal chef roman, roman is a bit mean, slight cursing, mental abuse, manipulation

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Every since I returned back to wrestling after I tore my ACL after having my triple threat match with charlotte flair I thought that it was the end of my career and that I would have to start looking back for a regular job.

That was until Joseph himself had helped me since I was there for him back when he was diagnosed with his cancer and back when he was having his ups and down in the wwe, he liked to think it if he basically owed me his life now but I just thought of it of me supporting my friends while they going through a very rough time

He ofcoursed helped me after my whole career threatening injury while joining back the wwe and playing a new character that he was bragging me to about on the phone that he was talking to triple H about

I was happy for him I really was he was finally getting the spotlight he deserved and was playing a character that represented his family’s legacy and what not but the downside of that was that he kept complaining about his mother constantly nagging him in the ear about having kids and him putting his all into a fake personality of himself on tv rather than a real person outside of that

What can I say Joe’s in his 30s with no kids yet if my son was like this I would be mad too

But anyways today’s marks the day I step back into wwe after a year or two of my Injury. I was scheduled to mark my returnment but coming out and attacking Iyo sky while she was out so the CTRL on the stage talking about her championship after winning it on money in the bank showcasing me turning into a Heel

While in the backstage in my dressing room getting ready, Selina had walked in dressed in her LWO gear as she giggled seeing me

“I thought it would be ages until I saw my bestie Westie again” she squealed out running up and embracing me into a very tight hug

Before my injury me and Selina were inseparable on smack down but of course after weren’t but I still kept in touch with her whenever and asked about so and so things going on at smack down but I didn’t tell her about my return today since I wanted to see her reaction when she saw me

“Surprise I’m in the flesh” I mumbled out in Selina forearms as she still wouldn’t let go

“We got so much to catch up about, the roaster has been hell without you” She sighed out removing her arms from around my neck and plunging down on the sofa sighing out loud

“The woman’s division has been in absolute crisis, triple h seems like he’s too busy booking the men that he totally forgot about the woman-”

She sighed out pausing a bit

“But now that your here you can talk to that fine friend of yours to speak to h about the woman’s division” she finished off lightly clapping her hands

I scoffed

“You mean roman..?” I asked out

She nodded

“Yeah that guy..I mean just look at him he’s playing the character he asked to be and whatever he told h to do about the men’s division and fixing smack down live he did it and now look” She said out moving her hands out to try to showcase what she meant

“And?” I asked back totally confused by where she’s going with this

“I mean, maybe you could talk to roman and see if he can pull a few strings and restore back the woman’s division” she dismayed sighing out loud again

“And what makes you think me going to Roman and telling him this will make him want to do it, it took him 5 and a half years to be respected by this company and get the privilege he gets now-”I argued back but she interrupted me getting up while moving all over the place

“C’monn Sage your the only girl he speaks to in wwe other than his cousins wife plus it so obviously before you got your injury all you guys used to do backage was give each other the love sick dog eyes and follow around each other until your segments” she boasted on moving around the room waving her hands in the air

I scoffed again cause no we did not

“No we didn’t, we were just being friends” I said as she gave me that “girl bye” look with her eyebrows

Joesph is an attractive man I’ll give him that but we both saw each other only as friends even tho sometimes he things he did were questionable at time we still are friends and beside it’s obvious he’s too busy focusing on his career right now to even think about dating someone right now

Right then the walkie talkie in our dressing room beeped signaling someone was trying to connect to our station to communicate with us

I grabbed it twisting the operator and pressing down the side speaking into it

“Sage here” I commented

“Iyo is closing in on her speech it’s about to be time for your main entrance” the person on the other end speaked

“Okay I’m coming” I responded back before turning back off the operator

I looked over at Selina seeing that she she laid back down on the sofa on her phone

“We’ll continue about this when I get back..but if I buck into him in the halls I’ll see what I can tell him” I said tighting my boots

“Good” she yawned out before I left the room making my way to the downstairs of the backstage since I was set to come out in the crowd

I was pretty nervous but I quickly took some deep breath and met my manager in the opening of the arena that lead tot he crowd and blended in throwing my hoodie off my head to lessen there suspicion and made my way to the front area

I sat down next to some kid and his family and he started screaming away about how he can’t wait to see the bloodline come out and Roman reigns Superman punch Sami and Kevin, heck he even tried to demonstrate it on his older brother I think that was sitting next to him

“Iyo I just wanna say-” that’s my cue

Before bayley to continue I quickly took off my hoodie and jumped over the barricade, sliding into the ring as the crowd got out there seats and screamed and jumped in hype

Bayley slowly turned around and that’s when I hit her with a super kick to her throat and she dropped down in the ring. Iyo tried to kick me with one of her kicks but I dodged it giving her a drop kick as they both rolled out the ring but left the women’s championship in there

I grabbed it holding it over my head with a smirk on my face as I watched the reactions all around me seeing my return

Iyo and bayley helded onto each other breathing heavily as I laughed out throwing Iyo’s championship at her on the floor as she picked it up backing up into backstage with bayley staring me down

After they had disappeared into the backstage it was my turn to leave, I slided out the ring making my way backstage as everyone started chanting and screaming my name pushing there hands out anxiously for me to touch it

I smiled it feels good to be back

Once I reached backstage I began making my way back to my dressing room but while making my way I was passing by Greyson Waller as he stopped me

“Oi sage!”he greeted out surprised by my arrival

I smiled back

“Greyson, Hey how long has it been” I asked out as he only chuckled at this

“A few decades” He joked out in which I had laughed at

“So how have you been doing?” He asked

“Good, getting a bit of Deja vu” I answered back

“Awesome mate, I’m a bit free later so would you like to maybe continue this over lunch” he asked out

“Is that a date” I giggled out as his face turned a bit red at this

“N-no just some lunch between two friends..that’s if you are free of course” He stuttered a bit

I giggled at this

As I was about to give him his answer I felt a tug my shoulders and then someone’s wrapped there arms around my shoulder, I looked over my shoulder seeing that it was just jimmy uso

“There you are, I was just looking for you” he exclaimed out

Greyson looked over at me waiting for my answer, jimmy noticed this and butted in

“Oh and about that lunch date sorry man she busy at the moment, she promised me we’d go out together today”jimmy said shaking his head while giving Greyson a look

“Well that’s alright, how about tomorrow since it’s maybe Sunday or maybe even-” he tried to finish but jimmy started backing us both up

“We gotta go” Jimmy said

I sighed out

“Greyson don’t worry we can go Monday” I gave him and apologetic smile

“Alright see you mate” He waved off

I nodded as jimmy turned us both around while walking back over to I’m guessing his dressing room

“Really” I sighed out rubbing my hands over my face

“Did you really have to do that to him?”

He gave me a defensive look

“What?, you did say you owed me a day for me and uce and I only just came to make sure of it” He said

I only shaked my head

“You know what you were doing turning down poor Greyson back there”

“He’ll be fine, you got a man either way you shouldn’t even be accepting offers from strangers” He answered back in which I rolled my eyes at this

“No I do not have a man and No Greyson isn’t a stranger you guys all knew how close we were on NXT” I argued back

He only huffed out

“Where are your even taking me anyways” I asked now seeing we weren’t going into the direction of the his or my dressing room

“the big dawg been looking for you so I told him I was gonna bring you to him” He answered my question

“For?” I asked

“He can’t speak to you now?” jimmy said dramatically giving me a sassy look

I laughed at this

“I never said” I chuckled out

Jimmy only chucked at this and changed up the subject up until we reached Roman’s personal dressing room that he only shared with solo the uso’s and Paul whom was always with him

“Lemme guess Paul’s in there with him” I annoyingly asked since the answer would probably be a yes

Jimmy nodded his head at this

He then knocked on the door warning a come in from Paul

He pushed in the door opening it for me as I walked in facing solo, roman and Paul whom where all sitting with the expectation of Paul standing right by roman per usual

“You wanted to see me” I asked out in a huff sitting next to him on the sofa

He furrowed his eyebrows at this

“I can’t look for you now” He asked out slightly rolling his tongue across his upper teeth

“You can but sending a person like jimmy to..”

“Terrible idea” I sighed

“Woah woah in my defense you talking to a person like Greyson Waller, talking bout some date and you expect me not to say sum” He argued out while sitting down on the other sofa next to solo

“Yeah but you said it as if I wasn’t interested in the guy”

This turned everyone’s heads

“Your interested in him?” Both jimmy and roman half yelled out giving each other a look before roman started speaking

“Your actually interested in the guy” He asked out in disbelief

“A little it’s nothing that’s not worth trying so why not” I responded back

He only stared at me

“What?” I asked a bit confused

“Nothing” He replied back looking away

The atmosphere went quiet

“You guys are so weird” I said frustrated

“Half of the male wrestlers steer clear of me as if I’m some kind of infestation and when one of them don’t do that you guys scared him off” I ranted out looking around at everyone to see there reactions

Roman didn’t even look at me but back at the tv playing the wrestling going on out there and Paul just looked down at the championship and solo and jimmy just looked at each other

“He wasn’t good enough for you anyways” Jimmy said shrugging shoulders off at me

“And what makes you think you know what’s good enough for me” I challenged

Jimmy went silent at this

“so you agreed to it?”Roman finally spoke up

I just shaked my head to his question

“No thanks to this genius right here but I did tell him I’m free Monday maybe” I said slightly unsure of my answer

He went silent again

I just got up and was about to storm out when roman slightly grabbed my arms

“I’ll meet you by the parking lot since my segment is over now and I can go home, lemme drop you” he reasoned

I only just started back at him until I sighed out nodding my head and then leaving the room

𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴

Roman stayed quiet as he waiting patiently for sage to leave away from his dressing room

he waited for a few minute before turn in around to Paul whom was behind him

“I want you to have a talk with that Greyson guy and tell him I don’t appreciate him chatting it up with my friend as if he even has a chance with her” he finished off as Paul nodded leaving the room

Roman looked over at jimmy and solo as jimmy just gave him a weak smile and solo gave him that look

“just tell her uce” jimmy said

“tell her what” roman argued

“just stop this chase of cat and mouse and tell her how you feel, you know she feels the same way” jimmy said moving his hands around

Roman stayed quiet listening to jimmy’s little rant

“you guys both like each other be neither of y’all man enough to say it, I get y’all not ready and wanna focus on y’all’s careers but if that’s the case that mean she free to date Greyson” jimmy said

Roman looked deep in thought

“Just give it a try while you in the car with her, ask her out on a date and see how it is” solo joined in

Roman looked over back at solo rubbing his fingers slightly over his beard slowly nodding his head

“And if she says she doesn’t see me as that” roman asked

“Uce just get up outta here and do it mane” jimmy said shaking his head in disbelief

“This nigga mane” he said to solo and they both laughed out

Roman got up leaving the dressing room heading to the parking lot

𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑶𝑻

I leaned on the wall near the door waiting for Joseph to come already

“What’s taking this man so long”I mumbled out impatiently

It took the next 5 minutes for him to push threw the exit door, I pushed my self off the wall standing next to him

“Took you long enough” I rolled my eyes

“Something came up” he answered leading the way to his car

“Let me guess you ordered jimmy to stop bossing around Paul cause he feels a way about that” I joked out he only chuckled at this

“Jimmy knows better, only time he’s in charge is when both Paul and solo isn’t there” He answered

I side eyed him cause he thought he was funny with this comment

“Stop playing with him Joe”I rolled my eyes at him

“What?” He asked out

“You know what you tryna say too” I chuckled

As he only laughed opening his car door for me and I stepped in his car sitting in the passenger seat as he sat in the drivers seat and started the car, driving out the wwe parking lot

I yawned

“For someone so mad about her ruined date plans she sure seems a bit tired” Joe joked out

“In my defense arguing with you guys can tire anyone out” I said stretching slightly in the car seat

“So you still going?” Joe asked

“Yeah..I mean I don’t have anything else planned this week rather than my everyday schedule” I answered back

“Oh, Was just asking if your you know free tomorrow” Joe asked

I shrugged

“Not sure got a date with jimmy and trin” I said looking to the side out the window

“Cancel it we’re going somewhere nice” Joe then said making me nearly whiplash my neck to look over at him

Was he being serious right now

“Joe-” I was getting ready to argue back

“No buts” he said

I only huffed

“fine” I grumbles out

#roman reigns #wwe superstars #the bloodline #the usos #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #paul heyman #roman x reader #wwe roman reigns

[romeulusroy]

Hard To Love (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,210

Inspired By: Puke by Ava Maybee I loveeeee this song

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: This is definitely for therapy lol I hope no one minds. Ya gurl feels very unlovable atm. Idk. It stems from something someone said to me once, someone who is supposed to love me unconditionally, they said I am hard to love. Of course I forgive them, I love them, but it still stings y'know? Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Is there something wrong with me? You don't know if you’ve spoken the words or only thought about them. Either way he rocks you both back and forth, arms around you, hushing your fears. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat rapid, playing a tune you can’t quite name. Is there? There must be. Some innate, genetic wrongdoing. Something must be missing from you to make you this way. Sensitive. Forgotten. An easy target. They shoot their arrows into you, through you, but you always come crawling back. Always. The pain, the blood loss, the look in their eyes, none of that matters. You don’t matter. They know they can do whatever they want and you’ll cling to them like a lost child. Because they’re your family. Because they’re supposed to love you unconditionally. But they don’t. And that is not a fault on their part, but your own. You have done something to make them hate you, you have done something to make them turn on you, it is all your fault. You’ve seen them love others the way you have wanted to be loved. You have seen them be so caring, so devoted, so in love with someone it breaks you into pieces. It threatens to undo your very soul. There is something about you that is so undeserving, so unlovable, so broken that they could never fathom treating you that way. They could never see you as something to care for, to give a second thought. 

Is it my fault? No, he fights back, no, no, never. But he’s wrong, biased, blinded. You’ve done a good job fooling him. Everything is. Right? Everything, everyone’s emotions, their well-being, it’s all on you. You take care of them. You heal their wounds. You dry their eyes. And in return, you get nothing. You are forgotten. His arms grow tight around you, together, stronger, as if he thinks holding you will keep your brokenness from showing. Pieces of you slide off his lap, shattering against the ground. You want to fight against him, against his word, but you’re too tired. Exhausted. Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall. It can’t be like this every time. You question why you come crawling back every time, hind legs wounded, but you do it. The moment they give you a second of attention, you forget everything that has ever happened. Every unkind word. Every look. Every comment. It sticks into your hair like gum. You are so hard to love. A direct quote. Spoken to you in a moment of fury, of anger. Does that make it any easier to swallow? Does it make it any better knowing it was spoken out of frustration? No. The anger bites back, chewing you to bits and pieces. It is the hard truth, the thing that needed to be said. He knows the sensation, that sinking feeling in the pit of your chest, the expectations you’ve been carrying for this single moment deflating, dying in your arms. 

Why am I so hard to love? You whimpered through the bathroom door. What, what are you talking about? He jiggled the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. You sat with your back against the door, not letting him in. You wanted to, no you needed to be alone. To cry this out. I can’t help you if you won’t let me in. You didn’t want his help though, you didn’t feel worthy of it. You deserved to be alone, to feel alone. You were a burden, a hindrance, something people didn’t want alone. You kept running through the list in your head, all the reasons, the myriad of explanations. If they picked one, just one, maybe you could change it. Fix it. Fix you. Make yourself into something deserving of love. You pressed your face into your crossed arms, feeling small. Insignificant. He slid down to your level, speaking quietly, tenderly. You know whatever they said or did, it’s not on you. No one who loves someone would hurt them like this. Like his father. Like your family. You just shrugged, knowing he can’t see. You weren’t sure why you listened to them, why you let it get under your skin, it just did. Too sensitive, they called it, as if it were a bad thing. As if it were another reason to disregard your tears, your feelings. You never should have gone home, but you missed it, the idea of home. This grand notion that things would be different, they would be different. You always do. Hopeful, he calls it. Fucking stupid, you correct. It's naive of you to think they’d ever change, ever soften, ever share the same heart as you do. As soon as you go back you remember why you left, why you built this little life with him in your home, why you came home crying every time. 

Maybe he should have warned you. He didn’t want to dampen the mood. Roman could see how excited you were, proud to show yourself and all your achievements, no matter how small. Naming every relative, how much you missed them, how long it’s been since you’ve seen them. Maybe he should have gone with you, protected you, becoming your human shield. It wouldn’t have mattered. You wouldn’t have let him get hurt like that. They were smart in their cruelty, knowing just the right insecurities, the right buttons to push to shatter who you are inside. He watched you try on countless outfits, worried they wouldn’t like what you chose, worried you wouldn’t make the best impression. It didn’t matter what you chose in the end, they had enough choice words about your body regardless. Y/n, will you let me in? He asked softly, not moving. You let the question hang in the air, sniffling, letting yourself relax, take deep breaths. He checked your bedroom, the couch, kitchen, every nook and cranny where you might try to hide. This always happens. The disappearing act, the lack of self-worth, the hatred turn in on yourself. It’s them you should be mad at, but you can’t be. You love them too much. You need them too much to think harshly of them. The handle turns, the door creaking open. He moves with open arms which you fall into.  He doesn’t have any jokes to make it better, anything to lighten the mood, he knows better than that. Now, you need comfort. You need soothing and reassurance. Your head against his chest, the rest of you heavy with grief. You go back every time because you want to be loved the way you’re supposed to, the way all the songs and shows and movies promise you: unconditionally. And every time you’re disappointed. Because your life, this life, isn't a movie. It doesn’t have a happy ending. It just keeps going despite the heartache, despite the pain. It threatens to collapse in on you, cave in, when it gets bad. There’s no such thing as unlovable, he says to you, to himself, to the universe. Discarded like a kicked puppy. He can handle it from his father, Gerri, everyone, but you? You don’t deserve that. There’s no such thing as unlovable, he’s sure of it.

#writing #roman roy #roman roy fic #roman roy imagine #roman x reader #succession #succession fic #succession imagine #succession x reader

[frickingnerd]

honor amongst thieves

pairing: roman torchwick x gn!reader

summary: during a heist, you run into a fellow criminal. but that one doesn't seem as bad as the others...

“i hadn't expected to run into someone here of all places~!”

the voice of a man echoed through the almost empty building that you had broken into, making you flinch. in a matter of seconds, you had pulled your gun and whipped around, glaring at the man the voice belonged to. but the redhead in front of you only smiled smugly.

“lower your weapon, friend. i am on your side!”

the man slowly approached you, until he grabbed your weapon and slowly pushed it down. you hesitated, but ended up putting it back into its holster.

“who are you?”

your question made the man chuckle.

“just a fellow thief, after the same good as you, i suppose~” he said. “but if you're asking for a name, it's roman torchwick”

roman seemed overly confident, giving away his name to a stranger, a fellow criminal, who he had just caught breaking into a building. he really must believe he'd never get caught, even with his name and face revealed.

“well then, roman… i was here first, so i hate to inform you that you'll have to go home empty handed~”

you huffed at the man and turned away. you couldn't waste any more time chit chatting with that guy. you could get caught any minute and you didn't plan on testing your luck!

“i don't want to fight you, but i'm not leaving empty handed. soo, how about we split the loot?”

you hesitated at his request. but you knew you couldn't carry everything out of here by yourself. perhaps, letting him have some of the loot wouldn't be so bad.

“fine, but if you end up betraying me, you'll live to regret it–!”

roman chuckled and nodded as you warned him.

“i would never betray a fellow thief. especially not one as generous as you, my friend~!”

#roman torchwick x reader #roman torchwick #roman x reader #torchwick x reader #roman #torchwick #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #oneshot #drabble #rwby x reader #rwby

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Always Have, Always Will - Roman x Reader

Taking a break from my Adam Cole x Reader series to input a Roman x Reader real quick.

Timeline is kinda wonky. It’s Heel!Champion!Roman during his battles with K.O but Renee is also still there interviewing (I dunno when she left for maternity leave, so *shrug* ) And it’s after Jey’s joined Roman, too. So… idk.

If you want to be added to tag list, let me know!

Y/F/N = Your first name Y/N/N = Your nickname (like, when I wrote this, it was Magnolia/Maggie)

Also— no hate meant towards Galina <3

Word Count: 3,010

TAGS @shedevil22 @amourseculier  @wwequeen-edits-blog @regalbanshee @wwequeensbeeblog

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Food in catering was always hit and miss. Sometimes they had really good choices—and then sometimes they sucked.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The plate in my hand only had two things currently on it, but I knew it wouldn’t be near enough for myself and Roman.

A soft smile graced my face as I thought of my boyfriend. We had known each other for a long time now, almost eight years. We had met back in FCW—I had been a valet for Seth. Roman was a sweet guy, charming—and very easy on the eyes; however I was still pretty young back then—and he had been in a relationship with Galina. Over the years, however, Roman and I had grown close—and the relationship with Galina had seemingly fizzled to nothing. At first, he had seemed hesitant to take our friendship to the next level—his flirtations uncertain. However, after many pep talks and un-solicited advice from both Seth and Dean, Roman had finally taken the chance.

That was three years ago.

The two of us had been through quite a bit in those years. Championship wins—championship losses; turmoil between friends (and brothers); injuries and illness; happy memories—sad memories; thousands of miles traveled together.

I wouldn’t change any second of it for anything in the world.

“Hey girl— you been smilin’ to yourself for a good couple minutes now,” Jey smirked as he slid up next to me, his eyes roaming the available food options,” Care to share?”

“Hey Jey,” I laughed,” Just… thinking. About the past couple years.”

“They been interesting, that’s for damn sure,” Jey agreed, picking up a wheat biscuit and turning it over in his hand before frowning and putting it back down.

“That it has,” I nodded, before noticing he was in his ‘ring gear’,” You got a match coming up?”

“Hmm? Oh, nah nah. I’ll just be watching Kev’s match later on… closely.”

“I see,” I chuckled,” Well, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Aww- you do care about me,” Jey gently punched my upper arm,” I appreciate it though. I’m gonna get goin’. You watch yourself, ‘kay?”

“I will. Catch you later, Jey.”

He disappeared out of catering, leaving me once again to the poor excuses of food choices. I picked up the wheat biscuit that Jey had just toyed with, turning it over in my own hand before placing it on the plate as well. As my eyes roamed the table once again, I felt shivers run down my spine—instantly on alert. And apparently for good reason.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Roman got you fetching his food now, too? What a sexist punk.”

“What do you want, Kevin?” I rolled my eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to just leave me alone.

“Ease up princess. I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Reigns’ sour attitude is rubbing off on you—it doesn’t do you any favors. Makes you ugly—” Kevin frowned, his eyes roaming over me before grimacing,”—Rather, uglier.”

“You’re not going to accomplish anything—insulting me. Roman won’t fall for your childish—”

“Childish what–? Nothing childish here, except your little boyfriend,” Kevin interrupted as he crossed his arms.

My jaw twitched in frustration, refusing to look at him.

“What’s the matter princess? Pissed off?” Kevin asked,” Good! Maybe Roman will grow a pair and meet me out in the ring later tonight. Probably not.”

“Keep running your mouth—Roman will kick your ass. Again!”

With such an intensity that it took me by surprise, Kevin reached out and slapped the plate from my hands. The contents scattered across the floor as I looked to him in shock, my eyes wide.

If we were being perfectly honest—I felt fear as well.

Kevin pointed a finger in my face, his own red with anger,” Listen here, you little—”

“Back off the lady,” a strong Scottish voice demanded, as the tall Drew McIntyre suddenly came into view. He stood between myself and Kevin, looking down at the shorter man and glaring at him.

“What are you even doing here, McIntyre? You’re on Raw—not Smackdown. Go home—we don’t want you here,” Kevin sniped back.

“I was asked here by the General Manager,” Drew explained, crossing his arms in front of him,” Now—are we gonna have a problem ‘ere?”

I saw Kevin briefly glance around Drew towards me, before scoffing,” Nah- no problem. She’s more trouble than she’s worth. Word of advice though—don’t fall for her innocent act. Y/N– tell Roman I’ll be seeing him.”

With that, Kevin walked out of catering and disappeared down the hallway, as Drew turned and looked at me. As soon as his hazel eyes met my y/e/c- I quickly looked down. Seeing the food on the floor, I ducked down and began picking it up. I was barely aware of Drew kneeling down beside me until his larger hand was placed on one of my much smaller ones.

“You don’t have ta do that lass,” Drew told me softly.

“I-if I don’t… who will?”

“At least let me help ya then.”

“You don’t have to!” I insisted, looking up into his eyes.

“If I don’t, who will?” he asked, using my own words against me, a gentle smirk on his face. A few moments later, after most of the food had been picked back up and thrown in the garbage- I reached for another plate before Drew gently took my hand in his.

“Why are you doin’ this for him lass?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fetchin’ him food—he’s a grown ass man—”

“Yeah, he is. And I’m a grown ass woman,” I frowned, yanking my hand away from him,” I choose to get Roman food—he’s a busy man. A busy Champion—something I think you could relate to. Besides, the food’s not just for him, it’s for me too.”

“I’ve watched Smackdown lass—I’ve seen how he’s changed. That title’s changed him,” Drew told me, his voice soft,” You’re a smart girl, y/n/n. I don’t want to see ya get hurt.”

“I appreciate the concern, but it’s not needed. Roman has never hurt me—and he never will. I believe in him—I always have, always will.”

“Ya need someone that’ll love you the way you deserve,” Drew murmured, his eyes boring into mine,” Be careful with yourself, Love.”

With that, Drew walked off—leaving me standing in catering alone with only my thoughts.

Later that night, I was walking through the hallway backstage on my way to Roman’s locker room—stopping when I heard someone call out my name.

“Y/N/N—excuse me, Y/N/N—can I get a moment?” Turning around, I saw Renee and a cameraman quickly walking up towards me.

“Renee, I really don’t—”

“Just a small moment, I just want to get your thoughts on what happened earlier, between you and Kevin Owens.”

With a sigh, I crossed my arms in front of me,” Alright—but quick, please. I’ve gotta be somewhere.”

“Of course—how are you holding up after that altercation with Kevin Owens?”

“I’m fine—I mean, yeah, I’ll admit. I was a bit afraid of what Owens might do. There’s a lot of animosity between him and Roman right now. Owen’s will do anything to get under Roman’s skin—or, rather, try to.”

“Will Roman confront Kevin Owens for what he done earlier?”

“That’s exactly what Owens wants- which is exactly why Roman—”

The clearing of a throat interrupted what I was going to say. Looking over my shoulder, I instantly groaned in annoyance as I saw Paul Heyman slinking up to where Renee and I stood.

“What…. Do we have going on here?” Heyman asked, one arm supporting the other by the elbow, pointing with his other hand between us.

“Renee just had some questions about earlier—”

“Questions? So… she was interviewing you?” Heyman asked, clarifying the situation, before asking,” Did Roman approve of this little interview?”

“Well—I mean, no—but it’s just some questions about—” I began, before being interrupted once more.

“The Head of the Table will not be pleased about this—I assure you now,” Heyman sighed,” The last thing I want is for you to get into trouble with Roman, honestly. I like you Y/N/N—I really do. I respect the relationship you’ve held with Roman over the years.”

His blatant lies only irritated me further and all I wanted to do was slap him across the face. Several times. With a brick.

But I held back. He was helping Roman—and Roman kept him around for his own reasons. I had to respect that.

“That being said- any further questions that you have Renee—can be directed to me.”

“Well, I—I guess…” Renee hesitated,” Aside from the altercation with Kevin Owens, we saw that Drew McIntyre seemed to have some advice for you Y/N/N. What’s your thoughts on what he had to say?”

“Drew—” I began, before Heyman cut me off once again.

“Drew McIntyre has no business on Smackdown. This—is Roman Reigns’ yard. If he doesn’t want put in his place, then he’ll keep out of business that has nothing to do with him. Kevin Owens—he’ll get what’s coming to him, at the discretion of the Big Dog. Now, if that’s all.”

It was a question—even Renee could tell.

Heyman leaned towards me,” We… should go see Roman. He’ll want to talk to you about… this.”

Of course—he was going to spin this against me. Try and get Roman angry enough with me—to what? Break up with me? It was no secret among the rest of the locker room that Heyman and I didn’t like one another. Hell, even Roman knew how it was between Heyman and myself—but anytime we started bickering, a look from Roman instantly quieted us both.

Wordlessly, I followed Heyman through the backstage area for a few moments until we reached a door embellished with a golden plaque that read ‘Roman Reigns’.

Heyman gave a few quick knocks on the door, waiting for Roman to give the verbal okay to enter, before he ushered me into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Sir, I do hate to bring any bad news, especially when it concerns Y/N/N—”

Roman’s attention suddenly landed on us, as he looked up from the paper before him. His eyes were cold, calculating—but concerned, as well. Heyman probably didn’t see that part, even I barely caught it.

“—She was In the midst of an interview when I came upon her. Renee was asking her about an earlier altercation with Kevin Owens and the interaction with Drew McIntyre that followed. I understand that there is a relationship between the two of you, so I do believe that the punishment shouldn’t be so severe, not like with Jey. How—”

“Punishment?” I recoiled, glaring at Heyman as Roman leaned back in his chair,” Are you kidding me?! It was simple questions—about me. Nothing to do with Roman. I shouldn’t need approval for something like that. You honestly think that Roman will punish me for something so trivial?”

“Not only did you have an unapproved interview—but you and Drew McIntyre’s blatant flirtations backstage did not go unnoticed.”

“Flirtations?! He was making sure I was okay after Owen’s got up in my face! He was being a gentleman—nothing more!” I exclaimed, standing in Heyman’s face; I was livid, continuing,” Drew flirts—it’s what he does. It’s a European thing I guess—hell if I know. All you care about though, is yourself Heyman. If something doesn’t fit the picture you see—then you skew it and make it fit. You don’t care what lies you have to tell or what lives you have to ruin—but I’ll be damned it you come between—”

“Y/N/N.”

Roman’s deep voice interrupted me, causing me to glance away from Heyman for a second. I could tell Roman wasn’t happy—and there was a glint of something unfamiliar in his eyes.

“Paul,” Roman breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers,” Leave us for a bit.”

“Right, of course Sir. I’ll be right outside—”

“Take a walk.”

“Oh, uhm. Of course, Sir. As you wish.”

As he turned towards the door, I didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips—and it only pissed me off more. Balling up my fist as I took a step towards him, I readied a strike—until—

“Y/F/N,” Roman’s stern voice rang through the room, making me freeze in place. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I clenched and unclenched my hand as the door closed, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Why must you two always do that?” Roman asked, his slate gray eyes on me.

“I don’t like him—never have. Never will.”

“I know,” Roman gave a chuckle, his cold demeanor briefly disappearing. I looked over my shoulder and saw Roman smiling softly at me. He lifted his hand and motioned me over, patting his thigh for me to sit on.

I walked over and gently sat down, allowing him to pull my legs up into his lap as he wrapped an arm around them to secure me closer to his body. The warmth he radiated was always welcome—I tended to get cold easier than most. I rest my head against his shoulder and just took a moment to enjoy the quiet time alone with Roman.

“What’d Owens say earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Nothing- don’t worry—”

“Babygirl,” Roman shook his head, looking down towards me,” He comes at me—I can handle that, it don’t bother me. But he went at you—and that’s not okay with me.”

“He just—” I thought back to what had been said, realizing it wasn’t much after all,”—He said your sour attitude was rubbing off on me, that you wouldn’t grow a pair and meet him in the ring later. When I said you’d kick his ass again, he—he smashed the plate in my hands to the ground. Kinda took me by surprise. Makes me glad Drew did show up… I honestly don’t know what he would have done if Drew hadn’t happened by.”

“He got physical with you?” Roman demanded, sitting up straight and staring at me.

“Well, I mean—not really, he just—”

I felt like Roman was staring into my soul, and as I sighed deeply I just let the fight go.

“—Yes. He got physical with me.”

Instantly, Roman gently slid me off his lap and stood—beginning to pace near the desk. I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

“That son’f’bitch—I’m gonna kill him. Kick his ass and then kill him. He had no right going after you! This is between him and me! That little punk ass—”

As much as I adored his rambling sometime, I knew he was in a dark mindset, so I placed myself in front of him—cutting off his pacing. He looked down at me—but I knew he was looking right through me. Slowly, I placed my hands on his torso, bringing him back to earth.

“Ro.”

At the sound of my voice, he seemed to gather himself—focusing on me once again.

“Kick his ass all you want—but please, baby, don’t get in trouble. If they suspend you—or fire you? Then I’m here. All alone.”

“Can’t have that,” he murmured, pulling me closer to him in a tight hug.

“No, we can’t,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close.

It was times like these that I cherished most—because it reminded me that, despite the world seeing him as this cold, uncaring monster, he was still my Roman. My kind, loving—sometimes goofy—Samoan Prince Charming.

“What did McIntyre want?”

“Pretty much just making sure Owen’s didn’t try anything further, made sure I was okay,” I told Roman, pausing before adding,” He also warned me that I needed someone different. Someone that would love me the way I deserved to be.”

It was quiet for a moment, before I heard Roman whisper,” He’s right…”

I shook my head as much as I could against his chest,” No, he’s not. Nobody realizes the love that we truly share, Ro. No one sees you back here—moments like this? All they see is the uncaring, rough asshole that you are out there. They don’t realize—that you’re still the tender, caring, kind-hearted, loyal Big Dog you’ve always been. But I see it. Every day, when we wake up in the morning; when we’re in the car on the way to the arena; when it’s just you and I in here because you sent Heyman scurrying away on some ridiculous errand.”

He scoffed a bit, chucking,” Gotta get rid of him somehow.”

“And I’m so glad that you do,” I laughed, looking up at him, adding the most sincere tone I could,” I love you, Roman. Always have—always will.”

“I love you to, Baby girl. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me- no doubt.”

He leaned down at pressed a kiss to my forehead, before walking us over to the large reclining chair. He sat down first, then carefully pulled me down with him, holding me close as he could.

“What would the Head of the Table like?”

“Right now?” he asked me; I gave him a nod, so he continued, a loving twinkle in his eye,” Just sit here with me, Baby girl. Just… stay with me for a bit.”

“Anything for you, Ro,” I whispered, leaning my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes blissfully.

Times like this—I wouldn’t trade for nothing.

Times like this—I knew exactly where I belonged.

Right here, with Roman.

#roman reigns #wwe #fanfiction #imagine #roman x reader #reader insert

[lovelybrooke]

Man, the asexual urge to write a soft Roman roy x reader fic were a low employee at waystar he takes an interest in teaches him what asexuality is and teaches him it’s okay to not enjoy that form of intimacy. Teaches him that there’s other ways to express love and overall that he is deserving of love that isn’t just expressed sexually.

Tdlr: write more asexual Roman Roy fics or I’ll do it myself.

#succession #succession x reader #roman roy #roman roy x reader #roman x reader #succession fanfic #fanfic authors acknowledge that Roman is at least demisexual challenge. #level: impossible #asexual #asexuality

[psychwxrdd]

roman godfrey's spoiled girlfriend ✧₊⁺

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

warnings: none

roman could be an arrogant son of a bitch with everyone, but you were his soft spot. all that cheesy couple shit, nicknames, baby voice, things that usually made him cringe... yeah.

the first time he realized he was totally whipped was when you got a cold and suddenly the baby voice came out.

"my princess isn't feeling well?" he asked, stroking your face with a worried expression. "do you want me to buy your favorite candy? is it gonna make you feel better?"

you denied, about to sneeze.

"do you want me to make you some soup? I'm going to buy a medicine and get more blankets, you need to sleep here today baby"

he didn't even notice how he was acting, so in love that it was automatic.

he literally spends more money on you than on him, he just doesn't care. whether you like it or not, he always gives you everything and puts you first. every time you both meet he has at least one small gift. cmon it's roman, he loves to show off in any way but in your case he genuinely wants to do anything to make you happy.

you can tell him something like "look at this shoes omg so beautiful" and show him a pic, just casually commenting, and then the next day there he is with the shoes in hand.

"you looked even more like a doll with them. my little doll, my love, you're everything to me"

or the day you showed him a blythe doll and said "she looks like me" and laughed about how absurdly expensive she was, and his heart melted because the little doll actually looked like you. do I need to say what happened?

do you want to buy something to pamper your pet? roman not only spoils you but also your babies. anything, he loves how happy you are with anything related to animals, consequently becoming attached to them too. (let's say that here he is not half upir)

always giving you a ride everywhere, doesn't like you going anywhere alone. you don't even ask, you just tell him you're going somewhere and he says "ok I'll pick you up in 5 minutes"

he loves your hair, he really loves it, he loves brushing it for you.

sometimes he also likes to do small details of your makeup for you, even if it comes out messed up, just so he can admire your pretty little face up close.

make up? clothes? pufffff he almost buys the entire mall just for you, everything of the best quality.

trips? god, he would take you to the end of the world if you asked for it with those little eyes he can't resist.

literally carries you on his arms everywhere like a bride. why would his princess have to use her legs when his arms literally exist. like.

yeah you got roman really pussy whipped

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x you #roman godfrey x y/n #roman x reader #roman godfrey x reader #bill skarsgard x you #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard #roman godfrey fanfic #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #roman godfrey imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgård x reader

[astupidsuccessionsideblog]

Firefly

Roman/Reader

WC: 3,776

"Hey, remember that time Roman got kidnapped? And then it was like never mentioned again? Well, what if they were actually gonna try and kill him to send a message? And the reader, his assistant and childhood friend, was there, determined to never let that happen?"

Angst, h/c, kidnapping, general succession swearing and shit.

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You jerk awake, disoriented and unable to open your eyes. You can feel your hand searching for your phone that, oh yeah, is ringing. You finally find it, shockingly, plugged in on your bedside table. Who would’ve guessed? The brightness of the screen and the terrible contact photo of Rome you took a few months back jolt your brain back to a state of semi-awareness. You can’t help but grin. He was yelling at Kendall and didn’t know you were taking it, so his face is scrunched up in a drastic change from the usual put-together vibe he tries to portray. It never fails to make you laugh. He hates it, of course, but you refuse to change it, no amount of bribery will sway you. You suppose you should probably answer it, despite the absolutely ungodly hour. 

“What?” you groan at him, shoving your face back into your pillow. 

“Well good morning to you too, sunshine,” he says, entirely too cheery for, what? Four am? 

“This is not morning, Roman, this is torture. This better be good,” you mumble, face still safe from the cold air of your bedroom. 

“Oh, you bet your ass it is! So you know how you’ve always wanted to go to Turkey?” Your eyebrows furrow and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh absolutely, every day of my life it’s just ‘Romey, Romey, please take me to Turkey, I don’t think I’ll survive if you don’t take me to Turkey!’” You say, putting it on. 

“Fuck off. Anyway! Your dreams are finally coming true. We’re going to Turkey! Today. In like. An hour. A car will be at your door to pick you up, see you soon!” He says, speeding up towards the end and hanging up before you can get another word in. 

“Goddamnit,” you say, to nobody but yourself. 

You shouldn’t be surprised, ever since Roman got you this job he’s been yanking your ass all over the globe. For the life of you, you don’t know why his assistant would need to go to family holidays and meetings and every other minor event he drags you to, but you still go. There’s not a lot you wouldn’t do if he asked. One flash of those puppy dog eyes and you’re done for. You know it, but you don’t like facing it very often. It makes you vulnerable and if there’s one thing you don’t want to be while living in this world, it’s that. But he’s the one who helped you work your way up from the daughter of a maid to the assistant of the son of one of the richest men alive, which is a pretty stark difference. God knows where you’d be right now if you hadn’t befriended that scared little boy. He could’ve just hidden your friendship growing up and listened to everyone telling him that you had no right even spending time with someone with the social standing of a Roy kid. But he didn’t. He dragged you around to every event then, and he does now. You know, in your bones, that there isn’t a single thing you wouldn’t do for that shitshow of a man. So Turkey it is. On four hours of sleep. God, you need caffeine. 

~ 

The car takes you and your single bag of luggage to Logan’s private wing of the airport. Which is something he has. Because of course he does. You’ve stopped questioning any of it at this point. You had zoned out most of the drive, idly hoping you had packed enough underwear. You jostle slightly when your door opens, pulling you out of your mind. Giving the driver a polite nod, you start making your way to the group of people huddled next to one of the Roy jets. Despite yourself, you can feel a smile start to grow when you see Roman notice you and start waving with the vigor of a small child. 

“Sunshine! You made it!” He yells, jumping up and down, finally making his way over to dramatically kiss you on both cheeks. You bite the inside of one in an attempt to calm the blush you can feel starting to creep over them, luckily the dim light of dawn still provides you with ample cover. You make a show out of rolling your eyes at the nickname and display of affection, but keep smiling to make sure he knows you’re not serious. The light in his eyes is still as bright as ever, so it’s safe to say you succeeded. You haven’t been able to drop that nickname, no matter how much higher up in the ranks you are now. You’re not that little girl, full of light anymore. If anything, the contrast between your cynicism and the nickname is perfect. 

“Where else would I be?” you ask, unable to fight the yawn that works its way out. “Oh right, sleeping. I remember sleeping. That was nice. Those were the days.” you say, full of nostalgia for an hour and a half ago. Now Roman rolls his eyes. 

“Come on, it’s gonna be great! You’re gonna see, uh, the ocean, and some buildings! You’ll love it!” He says as he puts his hand on the small of your back to lead you up the stairs into the jet. Karl and Laird shoot each other a look as they follow behind, but you don’t pay it any mind. They should be used to how you and Roman are by now. They know your story and they know how attached Roman is to you. Being the center of attention in a room full of Roys is something you are not a stranger to and haven’t been for a few decades at this point. It was worse at first when you were really young, but even then Roman told you they were just being stuffy and old and that they weren’t any better than you, no matter how hard they believed it. You’ve done your best to keep that attitude now, that you belong, and it’s done nothing but help you so far. Maybe one day you’ll actually believe it. 

After you sit down and get settled in, pulling some dumb book about Roman Mythology out of your bag to pretend to read, Roman throws himself down on the couch, shoving his head on your lap. 

“Why read that when you’ve got the real thing right here?” He asks, shooting you a toothy grin. You sigh and put the book down onto his face. 

“I don’t know, maybe because this one,” you softly smush the book down, “doesn’t wake me up in the middle of the night and whisk me away to the other side of the globe. And it has volume control,” you throw in, you couldn’t help it. You hear him gasp, affronted. 

“That one also,” he bats at it like a damn kitten, finally succeeding in removing it, “doesn’t have near half the charm or wealth or status as the real one,” he throws in some jazz hands for good measure. 

“Charm I’ll give you, but if you’re inferring that you’ve got more money and status than the entire Roman empire, then I think I should probably let you read it on the flight, might be enlightening,” 

The two of you bicker on and off for the first few hours and then get talking about why the trip to Hungary is happening in the first place. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t zone out through half of it, something about sports and money and whatever, it all starts to blend together when you’ve been dealing with the Roys for half as long as you have. 

Eventually, you noticed that it had been a few minutes (or many minutes) since Roman had said anything. You look down and realize that he had fallen asleep, head still planted firmly on your lap. As quietly as you can, you grab a jacket from the top of your luggage and bundle it up to rest your head on. Before you close your eyes, you can’t help yourself from softly running your fingers through his hair. He subconsciously leans into it and lets out the smallest noise, practically a whimper. Your heart surges. You know you can’t stop now, so you doze off, hand still buried in his waves, a small smile stuck on your face. 

~

After what feels like a lifetime, you finally land and are immediately ushered into cars to meet up with who you think you remember to be Eduard. You and Rome in one car and Karl and Laird in another. You can tell Roman is nervous, he’s in constant movement, his foot is tapping, he’s making this weird clicking noise with his mouth. In both empathy and annoyance, you grab his hand and give it a squeeze. 

“You’ll do great,” you say, giving him what you hope is a genuine smile. He squeezes your hand back and the corner of his mouth raises ever so slightly. 

The two of you stay like that until the cars come to a stop and you all filter out into what appears to be a hotel for the moment of truth. You really do believe in him. Sure, he’s not as seemingly mature as Shiv or even Kendall, but his heart is somehow in the right place and he’s more talented than he knows. You walk in without a doubt that this will so swimmingly. 

You were wrong.

You’ve gotta say, you didn’t foresee the guns. But you know what they say, hindsight’s 20/20. 

Your heart is beating out of your fucking chest and you can’t seem to hold down a single thought, it’s all too much, too fuzzy. You didn’t sign up for this. But neither did Roman. You spare him a glance and can see the sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes are as big as saucers. You can hear Karl talking somewhere far away, you know he’s sitting right next to you, but you can’t seem to find your way out of your mind. 

But it gets worse because of course it does. The men approach all of you and hoist Roman up by his arm. Just like that, you snap back to reality. Nobody touches Roman. Fucking nobody. You tune back into the conversation, realizing unfortunately you don’t know what they’re saying.

“Eduard, what are they saying, what do they want?” you ask

“Sunshine, don’t,” Roman says, looking beyond petrified. 

“Shut up,” you mutter at him, eyes still stuck on Eduard. Him and the men go back and forth for a minute, shaking Roman every once in a while and the rage in your core boils even more. Nobody fucking touches him. But you’ve gotta be strategic, somewhere in the back of your head, you know that. You can’t piss them off and get everybody killed. That would be rather counterproductive. You have to stop yourself from audibly snorting at the thought.

“They want to send a message. Who better than the son of an American business tycoon?” he parrots, grimace evident in his voice and on his face. 

“Well tell them that’s fucking stupid,” you actively choose not to look at Roman as you say this next part, “If they kill him, Logan will never stop hunting them down. That man has people everywhere. They won’t last the night. He can destabilize continents. One militia is nothing to a man like him. They wouldn’t be sending a message, they’d be sealing their fate,” you hear Roman make a choked noise and make the executive decision to look over. They had gagged him at some point. You hadn’t even noticed. “Now on the other hand, if you take me. If you kill me, I’m not important enough for Logan to destroy them, but Roman will make sure the message gets spread. He will never stop talking about my death, your legacy will live on through him. Tell them that,” Roman is practically screaming, despite the gag. You glare daggers at Eduard. You don’t think you’ve ever been more serious in your entire life. He relays the message. They seem to be actually considering it and you can feel a physical weight removed from your chest as they throw Roman back onto the couch and stalk towards you. You grin as they grab your arm, your turn to be hoisted up and gagged. Eduard says something to them, they reply, and he removes Roman’s gag. 

“No. No no no no,” he’s in the midst of a full blown panic attack, you can tell. He’s shaking, his hair’s a mess and his pupils are fully blown out. You try and shoot him a reassuring look, but don’t know how successful you are, given the current circumstances. “Karl, Laird, Eduard, fucking do something, please. Please, please,” you look to the three of them and shake your head. They’ve gotta know you’re right. Roman’s gotta know you’re right. 

They corral the five of you into a room off to the side. It’s fully set up, two chairs on one end, a camera on the other. They order Karl, Laird, and Roman to their knees at the door and tie you and Eduard to the chairs, rope pulling tight on your wrists. You can feel your skin break. Roman is still muttering to himself and anyone that will listen, begging them, begging you, begging anyone to stop this. 

But you’re oddly at ease. This is the way it should be. Roman has taken care of you you’re entire life. And you don’t want to live in a world without him. There’s no lying to yourself anymore, what would be the point anyway? You’re about to die. You love him. You’ve always known that you are madly, truly, and incomprehenisbly in love with Roman Roy. You breathe out a sigh of relief. That’s a weight off of your chest too. 

You’re vaguely aware of the gun to your temple, the red blinking light on the camera, and Eduard again parrotting what the men are saying. You look over at Roman. He’s got a gun to his temple too and you frown. That’s not right. Then you notice Laird holding him back, as he tries to throw himself towards you, tears streaming down his face. As long as Laird holds on, he’ll be safe. That puts your mind back at ease. But you can’t look away from him. You’ve never seen him like this before, not even when he was a child and he’d come back from Logan’s room with a black eye, begging to borrow your makeup to cover it. Not when he was in his 20’s and had showed up, knocking at your door, drenched to the bone because his girlfriend had called him a freak and kicked him out in the middle of a torrential downpour. Never. You cock your head to the side and ponder over what it means. It’s not like it matters anyway, the two of you will never have a chance now. You hear the men’s voices getting louder and decide it’s time to close your eyes. You shoot Roman one last wink and you’re enveloped by darkness. 

~

It’s dark. Everything is dark. You think to yourself that this must be what the afterlife is like. Endless darkness. A heavy emptiness gnawing away at what’s left of your soul. 

But then there’s light. A small, tiny light. Not much bigger than a firefly. But it’s warm. A warm pressure surrounding your hand, it’s not overwhelming. It’s comforting. If this is what the afterlife is like, you could get behind it. It’s better than a cold, unforgiving void. A deep feeling of right settles in your gut. You smile. And darkness envelops you once more. 

~

You’re back. Back in the darkness. But this time, the light is brighter. And it’s… talking to you? It’s far away and jumbled. You can only make out a few words.

“love”

“sorry”

“reckless”

“stupid”

“lost”

You’re more confused than ever. Are you a ghost? And just like, really bad at being a ghost? You try and tune out the voice and just focus on the warmth instead. It’s nice. It feels like home. You fade off again.

~

You come back, used to the routine at this point. Opening your metaphorical eyes once more, because, oh yeah, you think, looking down. You don’t have a body. That’s fun. You’re expecting darkness, but you’re met with a blinding light. So bright it hurts. It doesn’t burn, it’s that same, comforting warmth. But the brightness is overbearing. You try and cry out to no avail. The light gets so bright that you’re worried for a second it’ll be your new forever. But no sooner than you can contemplate your new world, your entire being jolts, it feels like your atoms are being rearragnged, one by one.

And you open your eyes. 

Coming back to your physical form is strange. Your head aches and there’s this incessant beeping. Your vision finally comes back and you’re able to regain your bearings. You’re in… a hospital? That doesn’t make sense. Your arm shoots up to feel your head, and somehow it’s in one piece. You hear a snore and your head snaps to the right. 

It’s him. It’s Roman. You’re filled with that warmth again. That undying sense of right. Of home. You smile and can’t help but fall back asleep. 

It’s not dark this time. 

~

When you come to this time, you can feel what you only imagine is Roman’s hand in yours. You give it a squeeze, eyes still closed. You can hear and feel him shoot up in his seat, metal chair scraping the floor.

“Sunshine?” his voice is filled to the brim with an emotion you can’t identify. Hope? Joy? You give his hand another squeeze. 

“You got it, sugar tits. It’s me,” Your voice is rough and it hurts to talk, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You look over and he snorts, eyes filled with unshed tears. “What’s all the fuss about? I’m right here.” That’s all it takes, tears stream down his face. You can’t help but reach up and cradle his face in your hand, thumbing away the droplets. He closes his eyes and lets out a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh. 

“I cannot fucking believe you. I almost lost you. What the fuck would I have done then, huh? How am I supposed to live in this shitshow of a world without you?” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Love, I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings or anything, but do you mind catching me up on why I’m, you know, still alive?” you ask. Roman’s face flashes with pain, but nevertheless, he catches you up. By some miracle, the Turkish police force stormed the building seconds before you almost met your end. The men pistol whipped the shit out of you and left you lying in a puddle of your own blood before you were rushed to the hospital. When Rome tells you it’s been a week, you think he’s fucking with you at first.

But then you look at him, really look at him. And he looks terrible. The dark circles under his eyes are so intense he practically looks like a skeleton, this five o’clock shadow has sprouted into a shaggy, untamed beard, and his cheeks are laced with more tear tracks than you can count. Somehow, when you were focusing on his appearance, it turned into the yelling at you show. 

“I cannot fucking believe you did that to me, what got into you? Why do you think you can do that? You cannot put yourself in that position for me. For me? Jesus, I need these people to run a goddamn psych eval on you, sacrificing yourself for me of all people,” he’s rambling. You know he’s rambling and he knows he’s rambling. 

“Roman?” you interrupt him, his eyes finally meet yours, “Shut the fuck up. You are worth so much more than you think, you are so much more important than you think, and you are so much more loved than you think. There is not a single doubt in my mind that I would give my life for yours, hell, I would do it again if given the opportunity” he tries to cut in, but you don’t let him. “If I died, your world would keep turning. But if you died? And I didn’t do anything to stop it? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. You are everything to me and you always have been,” you choke up, but keep pushing, because fuck it, “Roman fucking Roy, I love you, you asshole. And I’m never going to let anything happen to you.” He’s crying again. You assume he’s done more crying this week than he has in his entire life. He breaks eye contact and looks down.

“Sunshine. You do not know what this past week has been like for me. It has been hell. It has been worse than hell. I put you in this position. I dragged you to Hungary. I didn’t need you there, I wanted you there. You make my life fun, you are my light. And if I lost my light because I got selfish? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” his voice breaks and you give his hand a squeeze. “You deserve so much more than me, so much more than this whirlwind of an unstable life. I can never give you the peace you deserve.”

“Roman, you are my peace. Whether you like it or not. You always have been. It might look different for me than most of the people on this godforsken planet, but you are my peace. And you are my light. You are my home. I fucking love you,” you say, conviction coloring your voice. And he lets out an honest to god sob. You grab his head and pull it into your chest, it’s clumsy and haphazard, but the second his arms engulf your body, you know there is no greater happiness than having him in your arms. You can feel him sobbing into your body, so you grab his face with your hands and pull it up, gingerly placing his forehead on yours.

“I love you too,” he chokes out. You don’t know if he leans in or if you do, but his lips crash into yours. You don’t know who’s tears are who’s but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but this moment. 

He’s safe. 

Your boy is safe. 

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Idk if this is something you'd be interested in writing, but I thought I'd share a female!Reader angst prompt, in the hopes that writing it out might make it stop circling around in my head:

Female!Reader goes to the Imagination to find Roman, painting a canvas. He doesn't turn, but greets her jovially all the same.

She hesitates, then asks: "Hey, Roman? Has Thomas... Has he ever... accidentally... had a crush on a straight guy?"

He then looks over at her, trying (failing) to hide the tears in her eyes, and pulls her in for a hug.

: )

Authors note: I'm gonna be completely honest, I didn't understand this request in the slightest. Sooo I'm gonna try my best with what I think this person is trynna say. It's just a small drabble (Sorry if I get it completely wrong 😭) Also this is platonic

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: Angst with little comfort

You paced. You paced for hours. The only sound heard in your room was the thuds of your feet hitting the floor as your hands wrung together. What was this feeling? You chewed on your lip as you thought when you stopped. The feeling got worse. It felt as though someone took their hand, wrapped it around your heart, and squeezed it 'til it burst

What could Thomas have done to make you feel like this? Could it be Virgil? Did he do something to make Thomas overthink something? No that couldn’t be it, Logan would’ve calmed him down by now. Then what was it?

This feeling made you feel so suffocated that you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. Hopefully, that will help ease the pressure inside your chest. You walk down the hallway with your head hung low and you stop when you hear your name coming from downstairs. Someone was talking about you. You can't help but sit at the top of the stairs and eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Patton and her are taking this the hardest, should we talk to them?” Virgil’s low voice resonated from downstairs, the sound of knuckles cracking following.

“No, that would only exacerbate the situation. It’s for the best we leave them be. Plus, she doesn’t know what’s going on she’ll only be able to feel that something is wrong.” Logan replied

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion at the sound of their words. They didn’t want to tell you what was going on. Why? It only made you feel even worse. Like you weren't trusted.

You felt a pressure build up behind your eyes and you had to take deep breaths in and out to ensure you wouldn’t cry. You couldn’t break down before doing one last thing.

Talking with Roman.

He was your only chance at finding out what was going on. You sunk out and made quick work of finding Roman. Looking for Roman gave you some time to think about what it was that the others were hiding from you. What you concluded made you almost freeze. It made what you were feeling make sense but it didn't explain why the others would hide it from you.

All of this made it difficult to hold back tears. The confusion mixed with his terrible feeling piled up on top of you, no wonder you were struggling to not cry.

Once you did find Roman he was...painting? How could he be so calm during a time like this? The others were hiding something and we were all feeling terrible. So how could he be doing something like painting? As you approached him he greeted you softly but didn't look away from his painting.

It seemed like he didn't even need to turn around to know you were here. Like he was expecting you. You swallowed back your tears, took a deep breath, and tried your best to speak without your vice breaking in the process.

""Hey, Roman?" You asked in a small voice as you watched his paintbrush glide skillfully across the canvas.

"Yeah? What's up?" His voice took you aback. It didn't have any of its usual flair or dramatics and it was really unsettling to see Roman like this. Especially when he turned around so quietly and with a neutral expression on his face. You swallowed again before asking what you were thinking of.

"Has Thomas... Has he ever... accidentally... had a crush on a straight guy?" At this point, tears have started to run down your cheeks as you asked this. You now knew this is what was going on. Roman didn't even have to say a word. It's written all over his face. This is what the others won't tell you.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. Why didn't they trust you enough to tell you? If they knew how much this hurt you, as one of Thomas' sides, why didn't they want to comfort you? It hurt. It hurt so bad to know that we won't be loved by this person. But knowing the others won't even be there for you? That was what shattered your heart into a million pieces.

The betrayal you felt was heavy on you that you didn't register the fact that Roman had walked over to you. He was standing right in front of you, wearing an empathetic smile. He then reached out and slowly pulled you closer to his chest. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist in an instant, burying my tear-streaked face in his chest. His warm hands rubbed soothingly up and down my back.

You didn't understand a lot of things right now but all you did understand is that you had Roman.

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