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[allthemenofmydreams]

Back Home with a Trophy & a Baby- Ben Chilwell

It was the week of the champions final, Ben was busy with training and some interviews. But in his free time at night, he would lie next to me and always lay his head on my growing belly and talk sweet words to our baby.

I was 8 months pregnant, and we still didn't know what sex our baby was. We wanted it to be a surprise, even though we were dying to know. When the team reached the Champions League final and found out that it would be played in Porto. Ben and I started having little arguments on whether or not I should attend the final. Due to my condition, I was not recommended to get on a plane, especially when you are at a stage where the baby could be born at any moment.

The day before he left we had another little talk. We still hadn't decided if I would attend the game or not. Although the doctor had given us green light for me to attend the game because everything was under control and it wasn't a long flight. According to him, the baby was going to stay in my belly for a couple more weeks, but Ben wasn't so sure. He feared that maybe I would start having contractions during the flight or, worse, that the baby would want to be born while he was at the game.

I was in the kitchen making dinner when he got home.

"I think you should stay," Ben said, placing a flight ticket and the game pass over the table. "I will be more relaxed if you stay, but I will also feel at ease knowing that you are in the stands supporting me, so... I let it up to you".

I walked and stood in front of him, placing my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. I looked him in the eyes and said

"I'm going to be fine, I mean we're going to be fine." I took his hand and placed it on my belly so he could feel the baby move.

Ben smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

"I know, I just can't help but worry about you two".

"How would you feel if I thought about it over the next few days, and let you know what I've decided?"

"I'm fine with that." He smiled and then said, "what's that smell?"

"Oh, I made your favorite food because I was craving it," He laughed and walked over to the stove to serve himself a plate.

"Let's have dinner then"

In the morning, Ben got up early for a final training session at Cobham before leaving for Portugal.

"Please, let me know what you decide Y/N, whether you go or stay¨ Ben said, taking his things and placing them in the back of the car.

I was in my pajamas standing in the door frame leading to our garage watching his movements. It was very early, but I had to say goodbye to him and wish him good luck because, whether I was going or not, it was very likely that I would see him after the game.

"We're staying, so don't worry. The baby and I want you to stay focused." Ben came over to me and kneeled, placing his hands and forehead on my belly.

"I'm going to get that win and bring that trophy home so when you grow up I can tell you about that great day."

Pregnancy hormones and Ben's words made me cry. He stood up and looked me in the eyes.

"I know I'm going to see you in a couple of days, but I don't want to leave without saying thank you"

"Thank you for what?" I asked, confused with my voice shaking from crying.

"For making me the luckiest man alive, because you are an extraordinary woman who is doing a great job with our baby. I can't wait to have him or her in our arms."Ben placed his hands on my cheeks and put his forehead on mine, "I love you so much Y/N, thank you for being my support, I don't know what I would do without you"

"I love you too Ben, thank you for all you have done for us, and for showing us not to give up and work on our dreams, I know you are a great team and you are going to win. I don't need to wish you good luck, because that victory is already yours." I gave him a soft and deep kiss. Whenever Ben plays away I get a little touchy, even though I know he'll be back in a day or two.

We hugged one more time before he got in the car and drove away.

I walked into the house and saw the tickets on the table. Even when I had told Ben that I would stay because I didn't want to worry him and needed him to keep the promise he had made to our baby before he left. I told the Footballer a little white lie.

The next day, I got dressed in comfortable clothes, grabbed my suitcase, and called an Uber to take me to the airport.

As we took off, I remembered that I hadn't told Ben about my change of plans. After a couple of hours, we landed, everything under control and the baby still in my belly. It was a safe and quiet flight and I slept through it. On the way to the hotel, I was thinking about how to communicate to Ben that I was not in London but Porto.

After checking into the hotel and settling into my room, I sent a message to Ben.

Y/N Babe, I need to tell u smth

He replied almost immediately.

Benjamin Please don't tell me the baby is born

I laughed at his worries.

Y/N Nop, baby still on my belly

Benjamin Phew! then what's it?

Y/N You won't believe me, but we're here

Benjamin Here? where? He didn't understand

Y/N Porto.

I replied straight to the point.

It's been 5 minutes since I told him I was in Portugal and he still doesn't answer my message. I don't know whether to worry. Maybe he got annoyed. A couple of minutes later my cell phone showed an incoming call from Ben, and as soon as I answered I heard his voice.

"It was that a joke y/n? because if it was..." I interrupted him.

"It wasn't a joke Ben, I'm here in Portugal. I'm at the hotel"

"Oh my god! you're such a liar, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I changed my mind at the last minute, everything went so fast that I forgot to tell you."

"I can't believe you did it... "

"Are you mad at me?" I asked out of the blue. I couldn't deal with the feeling of guilt for not telling him.

"What! no, I'm not mad. I'm actually glad you're here."

We kept talking for a little longer until we had to end the call because of his pre-match duties.

It's Saturday morning, game day. I sent a text to Ben wishing him good luck and that I would see him later to celebrate. Later I was already in the stands waiting for the game to start. The opening ceremony gave me goosebumps. It was unbelievable. I was glad I was at the game and didn't miss this special day; because I couldn't have lived knowing how everyone was talking about this special day and I didn't get to see it.

The teams took to the field and lined up in front of the sideline for the anthem once again. I noticed that Chelsea's number 21 was discreetly looking for me. When he found me, he signaled to let me know he had seen me. The signal was to run his hand through his hair, so the fans wouldn't go looking for the person he had waved at. Which made it a special moment between us.

The stadium erupted in cheers and celebrations when Kai scored the goal that gave us the lead. I screamed and celebrated as I had never done before. We were winning. A few minutes before the end of the first half, I felt a liquid running down my legs, had I peed?

In the bathroom, while wiping myself, I realized that it wasn't pee, but that my water had broken. I tried to stay calm and not panic; there was still halftime left to play. I took a deep breath, adjusted my dress, and went back to the stands.

The referee added 7 minutes. My nerves were clutching my stomach, plus the baby was also nervous because I could feel it moving. When the ref blew the final whistle I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, it was the longest 7 minutes of my life.

Everyone in the stands was celebrating, the boys and Ben were hugging each other. They couldn't believe it. I was so happy celebrating and watching the awards that for a moment I forgot my water had broken. It was a little pain that reminded me that the baby could be born at any moment.

When they allowed the families to enter the field, Ben came for me. The huge smile on his face and the medal around his neck made me emotional. As soon as he was near we hugged and both burst into tears. I was so proud of him, I still couldn't believe he was Champion of Europe.

"You did it!" I told him wiping the tears that were running down his cheeks "I told you you would be a champion, I am so proud of you".

"I still can't believe it, I'm over the moon," he smiled and kissed my temple "Thank you! Thank you for coming and being here with me"

"I couldn't miss this day for anything in the world"

"I'm glad you didn't miss it"

We continued celebrating until the guys went back to the locker room to get ready for the celebration party.

We had just arrived at the place when I started to feel stronger pains. I didn't want Ben to miss the party, so I tried to mask them with the breathing exercises I had been taught in my prenatal classes. But I couldn't take it anymore and doubled over in pain.

"Babe, you okay?" Ben asked, kneeling next to me. I shook my head.

"I think the baby is coming," I said, inhaling and exhaling. "at halftime my water broke".

"What? Why didn't you tell me before?" his voice sounded worried.

"Because... at that moment... it didn't hurt." my voice cracked in pain.

"We have to go to a hospital" he took out his cellphone and asked for an Uber to the nearest hospital.

When we arrived, the nurses attended to me quickly and took me to a room. They asked me a couple of questions, luckily they spoke English. Ben filled out the paperwork for my admission, while we waited for the doctor. As soon as he came in and checked me over and said.

"This baby is ready" what! but it was still a couple of weeks before I was due. "Get things ready for delivery and call the pediatrician."

All the nurses started moving quickly and I started to freak out.

"Calm down," Ben said, taking my hand and kissing me "It's going to be okay, I'm with you."

"Okay," the doctor said, "on my signal, you're going to push as hard as you can, okay?", I nodded.

"You can do it, sweetie, now it's your turn to bring our trophy into the world."

"Now!" the doctor said.

After pushing three or four times, I heard our baby cry.

"Congratulations! It's a boy," the doctor said. "Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" he asked, looking at Ben, and Ben nodded. A nurse handed Ben a pair of scissors. Watching him cut the cord was the most beautiful moment.

As soon as it was cleaned up, they took the baby away to check that he was healthy and strong because he had been born a couple of weeks earlier. strong because he had been born a couple of weeks before.

"You did great Y/N," Ben said, kissing my lips "he is going to be fine".

Ben texted our family and the lads at Chelsea to let them know that everything had gone well and that the baby was healthy.

A couple of hours later a nurse came in with our little boy in her arms and handed him to me.

I couldn't believe that this little human being had come out of me.

"Look at him, he is as handsome as his daddy," said Ben next to me, I let out a little laugh.

"I know, he's going to be a little heartbreaker."

"I don't know which one of you two I should thank, but you have certainly made this day unforgettable" Ben's eyes were covered with a couple of tears, he was over the moon, "I'm a double champion, I won a title and a baby".

"Who knew you were going to come home with a trophy and a baby," I laughed.

Our baby was still very small but I did not doubt that he was a clone of Ben.

Since everything was under control and he was a healthy baby, the next day they let us go. So our little guy came out dressed in a Chelsea onesie that the team sent us, plus other essentials for Ben and I that we didn't have because it was all unexpected. They also sent us the baby seat so we could take him home.

We didn't know if taking a newborn on a plane was a good idea, but we couldn't stay longer in Portugal. Luckily, the doctor said there was no problem, as our baby was healthy and could handle a couple of hours on the plane. At the hospital they helped us with the paperwork so we didn't have any problems when we arrived in London.

I was glad we were going back to London with the rest of the team because then Ben could still celebrate with them. The kids and families watching us were excited, all wanting to meet little Ben.

"Congratulations, Dad," Mason said as soon as he saw his teammate.

"Thanks, buddy," they hugged. "Would you like to be his godfather?"

Mason smiled and said.

"No need to ask."

When we found out I was pregnant, we spent more time wondering who was going to be our baby's godfather rather than thinking about names. We both agreed it would be Mason since he was a close friend of both of ours.

As soon as we landed we went straight home. We wanted to rest and assimilate everything that had happened over the weekend. I was glad that our baby was born early because Ben was able to be present at the birth and enjoy our boy for a couple of days before he left for his international duties.

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[colorsofmyseason]

life at the sidelines

Inspired by Arsenal's 4-2 win against Leeds and this photoset.

Pairing: Nicolas Pepe/Kieran Tierney

Consider this a Valentine Day fic? Lol.

***

No footballer in the world likes to be sidelined. Nico gets that. He knows there are certain reasons why footballers don't get their precious game time, though.

Injuries, for example. Fitness problems might be another. Disciplinary troubles or even blatant falling-out with the manager or the board can also be the cause, though Nico hopes he'll never experience that during his career. Yet he understands that if such things do happen, then you'll definitely be sidelined and nothing you can do about it, so there's no use complaining.

Kieran certainly doesn't share the same sentiment.

"Why can't I play against Leeds??" the Scottish left back complains when Nico goes to see him during one of his rehabilitation sessions.

"KT, you weren't even able to complete one full training session earlier," Nico explains patiently yet amusedly.

The younger man only scowls and kicks a nearby bin in frustration. "Maybe. But I still want to play."

"Don't worry about us," Nico says in a tone that he hopes is reassuring enough. "Cedric has performed well as a left back in your absence, and the kids are thriving as well, we just need to recapture our momentum and…"

Kieran stares at Nico as if the Ivorian winger just said that Manchester City will be relegated that season. "I'm not talking about our team's performance. Well, not completely, at least."

"Then what?" Nico asks, frowning.

Is it only Nico's imagination, or Kieran's actually turning pink? "I...I just want to make sure that Alioski guy doesn't try to do anything weird anymore."

The frown lines on Nico's forehead go deeper as he remembers that incident during their first game against Leeds that season. Ezgjan Alioski had said something that caused Nico's temper to flare up, and he retaliated by headbutting the Leeds left back in the chest, getting himself a red card in the process. And then, after the game, Kieran had taken it upon himself to confront the Macedonian and defend Nico, something which the Ivorian winger was infinitely thankful about.

All the same, as much as the memory warms up his heart, Nico doesn't want Kieran to get in trouble because of him, so he doesn't find it hard to say, "I hope such incidents won't happen again, though. Even if Alioski tries to egg me again this time, I'll just try to shut him up with a goal or two."

Kieran stares at him for a few long seconds before heaving a deep breath, "Are you even going to play?"

"Not as a starter," Nico replies, knowing that despite Kieran's seemingly stinging words, it's a genuine question from the Scotsman, nothing more nothing less. "But I might come off the bench later, and if I do, I'll try my best to shut him up, that's for sure."

Kieran's brown orbs pierce right into him, and for a second Nico feels exposed and vulnerable, but not in a bad way. "Promise??"

Nico nods, short but firm. "Promise."

His teammate's soft, yet genuine smile afterwards is enough to send shivers all over his body, and he promises himself to score a hattrick next time if that's what it takes to see that smile again.

-

In the end, he doesn't play. They won the game quite comfortably, with Auba scoring a hattrick and Hector adding another, and despite Leeds scrambling to score two goals past an infuriated Bernd in the second half, Arsenal managed to hold onto their lead until the referee blew the final whistle. Nico's a little disappointed that Mikel chose Willian over him to replace Emile, but the result is good enough for them to get back to the top half of the table, and he gets a little satisfaction seeing Alioski getting substituted shortly after the second half started.

He still texts Kieran after the game, though.

I'm sorry I didn't get to play today, he types in apology to the Scotsman.

Kieran's reply comes quicker than he's predicted. It's okay, Mikel's the one who controls the substitutions, not you. What did you say to Alioski earlier?

What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb. He passed by you when he's being taken out and you're warming up earlier, no??

Nico has to bite back a grin at that. So Kieran did watch the game and notice that particular moment. The Macedonian was certainly frustrated at his failure to stop Bukayo causing mayhem all over Leeds' penalty area, and Nico didn't really have the heart to add on his misery back then. So he only replies in complete honesty, I didn't say anything to him.

You're too nice, Nico.

I'd rather not cause any trouble.

He can almost imagine Kieran's quiet scoff when the Scotsman answers again, Good game from you guys though, if you can keep it up, we might be able to keep the title race going.

Thank you. Hoping you'll recover soon, though. Can't wait to link up with you again.

There's a longer pause this time, though Nico can see that Kieran has read his text, and he's starting to wonder whether he needs to check if Kieran's alright when finally the younger replies, a little cheekily, On the pitch, off it, or both?

And Nico's sure that the fire creeping over his cheeks isn't caused by the heating system in the room. 

***

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[kevkesblog]

Translation Throwback Series (Part XII): Julian Brandt Interview with DW “Facebook is not my thing” (March 3, 2017)

You can read „Julian Brandt is hunted by everyone“ all the time. Do you notice it? What do you think about it?

Ju:       I don’t search for something like this by myself, but I have alot of football-crazy fans sending me screenshots from newspaper articles or stuff like that. I notice it and I take it as recognition – but that’s all.

You are considered one of the greatest offensive talents in the Bundesliga. Where do you see your strengths?

Ju:       I don't really like talking about my strengths. I prefer to talk about my weaknesses. Whenever I talk about my strengths, I feel like I'm raving about myself and I don't feel so comfortable in that role. I think I'm a pretty solid sprinter for my size. I also feel relatively safe in ball handling. And there are definitely one or two more things that work quite well for me.

And your weaknesses?

Ju:       I am not the greatest ball conqueror. I don't win many duels per game. Of course I do my best, but it has never really been my strength. I would also like to score goals with my head more often. And my goal for the season is to shoot at the goal more often. This is really difficult at the moment because I always have other things on my mind – like I want to dribble again or want to pass again. This is a shortcoming at the moment, and I definitely have to change that.

One of your strengths is one-on-one. Do you visualize such situations before the game and decide how you want to solve them on the pitch?

Ju:       No not at all. I'm actually always very relaxed before the game, so everything that happens, just happens. I'm also not a guy who has rituals before the game, like a guy who sits down in a room and closes his eyes for two minutes. I don't need that at all. I just go on pitch and when the referee blows his whistle, it starts.

Are there special speeches that coaches do before a game – even at the national team? Apart from tactical stuff?

Ju:       No, and I also believe that the coaches know that they don't have to say anything special to me. You don't have to talk to me that much. You just have to let me do stuff, and then it will fit. I am simple. I don't need a lot of words, just tranquility.

Tranquility is important to you. Is this the reason why you don’t have a Facebook page?

Ju:       Facebook is not really my thing. I try to stay away from social media. You post something, do some competitions. That's not me. It’s why I haven’t used it until today. I know you may have to rely on it at some point, because of course Facebook has a very wide reach and can also have certain advantages, but so far I have never craved for a Facebook page. Of course there are many people who say it would be smart to have one. I don't have a desire for it yet. Then you could start with Twitter right away, have a Google+ account, your own website. I don't know, I guess it will be a lot at some point.

Did your father advise you against this?

Ju:       My father always says: "The more you publicly reveal about yourself, the more you open yourself up for people to attack you. It is better to play well on the pitch and to restrain yourself because my private life is nobody else's business." And I think he's right. I don't like to call my father my advisor, but my main person of contact. He gives me his opinion, and in the end I decide for myself.

What is the most important thing you learned from him?

Ju:       Being down-to-earth. When you live the life of a professional football play, a lot changes. I went to a football academy at the age of 15 and from then on put my childhood into the back a bit. I had to grow up relatively quick. I am now im in public and I have to value certain things more than others and also act as a role model. Otherwise you move into an area quickly where people label you as arrogant. You should always know where you come from and never let your feet loose ground.

How difficult is it, not to leave ground?

Ju:       I think it's not easy, especially when you walk down the street and everyone tells you what a great player and what a great person you are. It's not easy to stay normal because you start to believe these people. It doesn't have to be right what they say. If you have no family or good friends in your back – at the same time when the big money comes, that's not an easy task. Especially if you are a young player. I have the greatest respect for people who manage to stay "normal" anyway. For me, no player is arrogant because he drives a fast car - everyone would do that if he had a lot of money. It's about not bragging about it. For me thats the difference.

Your father once said: "Everything you need in life can be covered with the family." Would you agree with that?

Ju:       There are two or three things that matter most, such as family and health. You realize in football how painful it can be to be injured. You sacrifice your body a bit and you realize what good it is, to stay healthy. When I look at the team, they're all pretty big family people. Many now are having children or already have children. That is the most important thing for them, and we often talk about it. Playing football is the greatest thing for any footballer, to win and be in the spotlight. But each of the boys says the most important thing is the family. Many are also so happy when their child is born healthy. This shows that this is what really matter in life.

Back to football: when you see Julian Draxler flourish at PSG and Leroy Sané at Manchester City - do you have to take a step abroad at some point to develop?

Ju:       You can do it, but I don't think you have to do it. Julian Draxler and Leroy Sané are the best examples since they are playing great and made it. Hopefully the two will continue like this.

Where do you see your own future?

Ju:       At the moment I'm not really thinking about it. At the moment we have a few things to do here in Leverkusen, that’s where our and my full concentration lies. I've been here for almost two and a half years now and I'm really relaxed.

Source: Deutsche Welle

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[wldthoughtz]

Mine

Roman Reigns Sm*t

"What do you think?" The stylist ask me as I check myself out in the mirror.

"Sandra you really outdid yourself! I love it!!" I reply smiling at her while adjusting the tiny shorts from my new ring gear.

"Thank you! I'm so happy you like it! Good luck out there!" She smiles at me walking out of my dressing room.

"Thanks," I call out as I fluff up my big curly hair and grab my championship before Making my way out of my dressing room.

"Wow lass! You look Devine!" I hear someone yell from down the hall followed by a whistle. Looking down the hallway I notice Finn and Seth checking me out.

"He's right doll you look ravishing!" Seth smirks as I make my way closer to them.

"Thanks guys!" I giggle twirling the end or my hair.

"Give us a spin lass" Finn smirks taking my hand and spinning me slowly giving them a full view of my gear.

Once I'm back to facing them I noticed Finn's lip is inbetween his teeth, while Seth has his hand pushed back through his hair and gazing at me in awe.

"Damn darling," Seth whispers pulling me to his chest pushing his front into me as Finn press himself firmly to my back and I immediately feel his prominent bulge against me.

"Woah!! Down boys!" I scold pushing away from both of them scowling.

They both smirk at me as Finns arms reaches out for me again but I manage to step back into a hard chest. I feel big warm hands circle my waist and notice Finn and Seth pale.

"Babyyyyy," I squeal out turning around still embraced to face my man.

"Hey sweetness," he smiles down at me before I pull him into a passionate kiss. One of his hands slip down from around my waist and squeezes my butt through the small shorts, causing me to gasp against his lips. I break away from him panting notice his smile turns sour when he glances back at our audience.

"Who am I fu**ing up first?" Roman growls out wrapping his arm firmly around my waist.

"Sorry Mate, we were just messing with her." Finn stammers starting to walk backwards.

"Yeah man harmless teasing!" Seth words rush out as he's stepping back.

"I clearly saw both of you put your hands on MY woman... If I ever see that sh*t again the demon king will be dethroned and the architect will need reconstruction." He snarled at them.

They both gulped stepping further back away from Roman and I.

"You puppies can go now, cus the big dog is here and this..." he squeezes my ass again making sure they could see,"this is my yard." He growls taking a step forward.

They both quickly take off down the hall, not daring to look back.

Turning up to face Roman I notice a scowl on his face as he stares down the hallway that they had scurried down. "Baby it's okay." I soothed him wrapping my arms around his waist.

He doesn't respond but breaks away and makes his way down the hall into my dressing room before coming back with my leather jacket. "Put this on and keep it on." He mutters holding my belt as he watches me slip it on.

"Let's go," He grumbled out, handing me back my title and intertwining our hands.

We made our way down through backstage towards the gorilla. As soon as we walked up Jinder Mahal was already in the ring and Alexa was walking out to do her entrance.

I looked up at him and saw a deep frown etched on his face as he gazed forward. "You know I don't like anyone touching what's mine." He grumbled out not breaking his gaze from the black curtain.

I released his hand and stood infront of him reaching up to cup his cheeks, "I know baby... but you know how they are. They wer-AH!" I squeaked as I was quickly pressed hard into to the wall next to us.

Romans hand kept me caged into the wall as he stared down at me with blazing eyes. "I don't give a fuck if they were playing or not! No one touches what's mine!! Not even you!" He growls down at me, one of his hands trails down and cups my mound through the thin shorts causing me to gasp.

I let out a soft moan as he puts more pressure on my mound. His face is directly infront of mine and his eyes boar into mine, "You Are Mine. And anyone who forgets that... Can get fucked up!" He snarled out before pressing his lips hard to mine.

The sound of his entrance music finally breaks him away from me, leaving me breathing heavily. He fixes his Intercontinental championship before he smirks at me and sends me a teasing wink as he steps out.

I'm still panting by the time I hear his music die down. I quickly compose myself as I hear my music start and I make my way out. "Two can play at this game Roman Reigns" I whisper to myself shrugging of my jacket.

I walk out of gorilla and fluff up my hair giving a flirty smile, before I strut down the ramp blowing kisses to the audience who are cheering and whistling. I notice Roman' fiery eyes dont break contact with me as I make my way up the metal ring stairs. He slips one of his legs on the ropes and sits down on it holding it open for me with his hand. I send him a wink before I slowly slip through, bending fully down and making sure my butt is pointed at him. I hear a low growl as I make my way to the ropes, strutting my pose and flashing my women championship belt.

I hand the referee my belt and make my way to our corner for our match to begin.

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"1...2...3. Ding, Ding, Ding." I slip through the ropes quickly as Roman rolls off of Jinder clutching his side as he stands.

"You did it baby!" I smile up at him as he pulls me into his side.

"No we did it!" He smiles down at me as the ref hands us our belts.

His music blasts through the building as we make our way backstage.

Roman pulls open the door to my dressing room and holds it open for me, "You sure you're good?" He asks looking down at me as I pass him.

"Baby I'm fine! I'll just be a little bruised tomorrow." I muttered to him as I pulled him down for a kiss before making my way inside. "If anyone should see a medic it's you, those ribs took a bad beating."

"Nah I'll just OD on painkillers later." He replied and I could almost hear the smirk on his face.

I herd the door close as I placed my belt on the vanity. I stood infront of the mirror checking out my outfit and pulling down the shorts that had risen up.

I turn and notice him layed back on the couch, his eyes trained on my body. His folded championship rested on his lap as he crossed his arms behind his head.

I swayed my hips as I slowly made my way to him. "You know... you haven't said anything about my new ring gear." I whispered lowly as I picked up the championship and swung it over my shoulder before sinking down onto his lap.

His hands immediately fell down to my waist as he pulled me closer to him. His prominent buldge pressed to me causing us both to grunt softly. "You look good like that. All s*xy and with my belt around you... I don't like the gear tho." He grumbled out in his deep sultry voice, "to much skin."

A small smile played on my face as I placed his belt on the side table next to us. My hands circled up through his hair. "I knew you wouldn't like it so that's why I picked it." I breathed out as I felt one of his big hands circle my waist and pull me tight to him so we were chest to chest. His other hand slipped into the back of my gear shorts and grabbed my bare ass hard causing me to gasp.

"Yeah?" He mumbled against my neck as he placed kisses on the side of my neck, "you like fu**ing with me. Hm?" He hummed suckling my neck, "I bet you like it. Seeing men drool over you... you like showing off this body don't cha? You like seeing me angry and jealous right?" He growls and squeezes my ass hard.

"Uhu..." I moan into his ear hearing him groan. "F*ck!" I squeal as he bucks his hips up into me. He presses his lips to me and ignited a fiery makeout session. His arms slip up my back and I feel his hand wrap around the back straps of my top before a loud snap echoes through the room.

"Roman!" I gasp out as I feel the support of my breast vanish. "Are you kidding me!? That was new!" I whine out causing his smirk to deepen. One of his hands grasps the loose fabric from inbetween my breasts and tosses it behind me.

A hard gasp leaves my lips as I'm quickly lifted into his arms and tossed back onto the coach.

His hungry eyes glaze my practically bare body as he begins to undress. Once he's completely bare he picks up my phone from out of the side table and lifts the camera to snap a few pictures of me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip and my hands reach up and cup by breast.

"Fuck... i just sent that to myself... that's definitely my new lock screen" I hear him breath out as he tosses his phone to the side and climbs over me.

His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss before they begin to trail down my body. My fingers dig into his brod shoulders as he places wet kisses down to my breasts. Once at my breasts he immediately attaches his mouth to one of my hard pink nipples, gently biting and sucking before licking around my breast and moving to the other side. My head flys back as moans and gasps leave my lips. Roman continued to worked my nipples, massaging one while busily lapping at the other.

A loud squeak leaves my lips as he bites down hard on one of my nipples and his hand flies up to cover my mouth. "Shhh!" He growls up at me. I nod my head against his hand and his lips continue down my body. His tongue slides out of his lips and it circles around my belly button causing me to arch off the leather coach. He's lips trail further down my body slowly.

My eyes are closed tightly as I bask in the sensation of his lips and rough hands on my skin. I feel his hands wrap around the band of my shorts to pull them down. The sound of tearing rips through the room causing my eyes to fly open.

"Roman!! Are you serious?! Again! " I growl at him. His only reply is a sly smirk as he tosses the shredded fabric.

He pulls my legs further apart and I hear him groan as he takes in my bare state, "damn... all mine." He groans running his rough finger down my slit. "All this sweetness for me." He growls out.

"Only you," I breath out looking into his lusty eyes.

"Damn right." He growls before lower his face to kiss me firmly on the lips before making his way back down my body.

"Romannn" I whined out as he began teasing me. He ignored my glistening center and kissed and licked my inner thigh, I felt his mouth travel to the other side where he licked and gently bit the inside of my other inner thigh inching closer to where I needed him most only to avoid it again. "Roman if you don't stop teasing me I'm going to go find Finn or Set-!" I moaned out loudly not being able to finish my sentence when he growled, burring his face deep in me.

His lips immediately started sucking on my clit hard before running his tongue up and down my wet slit. Gasping, I looked down as he extends his tongue and pushed it deep inside of me.

I felt him put his hands on my as* pulling me closer to him, he massaged my as* roughly while keeping his tongue buried in my wet slit. The intense pleasure he was giving me with his mouth made me feel like I was slipping in and out of consciousness and I could hear the slurping sounds emanating from between my legs. My hips were bucking wildly as I ground my mound roughly into his face. "Roman!" I gasped loudly at my first orgasm.

He held down my thighs as I tried to move away and he began to lick up and down my slit again not giving me time to recover. This time, he put two fingers inside of me and curled them upwards, while working his tongue over my clit hard and fast. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. I always appreciated his talented tongue and how he drove me crazy. He was able to get two more orgasms before I finally managed to pushed him away.

While I was breathlessly coming down and trying to regain my senses, I watched him climb up over me before capturing my lips with his. His face and beard were shiny with my juices, and i felt his tongue plunged into my mouth, I could taste myself during our very erotic kiss. While his tongue was exploring my mouth, I felt his long thick erection press against the inside of my thigh and I suddenly realized that he hadn't come yet. I pulled away still breathless and pushed at his chest signaling him to move.

Yet he made no attempt to move, "Roman move let me-," I started before being cut of by his lips pressing down to mine.

"No baby we'll have time for that later tonight... right now I need you," He mumbled down at me stroking my hair.

I nodded up at him and his lips connected once again to mine. He took his shaft in his hand and I felt him run the head up and down my wet slit. I moaned softly into his mouth as he positioned himself right above my opening and slipped the head inside and then powerfully pushed forward, instantly opening and filling me. I pulled my mouth away from his gasping and moaning loudly in pain and pleasure. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to slowly thrust in and out of me.

He began to move inside of me with a slow and steady pace of long even strokes. He moved forward and I felt his weight on top of me sensually crushing my breasts against his chest. I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts and began to see stars as I felt another orgasm rock my body.

Seeing my release, he growled and began pumping furiously into me. As he quickened the pace, I began to thrust my hips up hard against him. Both of us were grunting and sweating profusely as he f*cked me hard and fast. I started screaming as another powerful orgasm overtook me and my body shook almost uncontrollably as Roman continued his powerful thrusts.

Black spots began to take over my vision as I clenched and unclened around him. He groaned out and his thrust started getting sloppy. Her growled and bit into my neck hard as he came hard spilling his hot seed deep inside of me. He continued thrusting deep into me make sure I took every last drop before finally pulling out.

He sat up on the couch and pulled me up on his lap, Both of us panting and breathless. "You good?" He asked me tucking my hair ear.

Nodding I cuddled in his chest feel tiredness fall on my body. He kissed the top of my head and help me close to him. After gaining some energy back he dressed and left to his dressing room to shower and pack so we could head to the hotel.

I also quickly jumped in the shower and blow dried my hair. After I changed into a pair of tight denim blue jeans and a short cropped Roman reigns hoodie the covers barely below my sports bra. I paired my outfit with black thigh-high suede boots.

Once I had everything packed in my suitcase I heard the door open and a fresh, clean Roman Reigns glides in. He looked extremely hot in his tight black T-shirt and dark denim jeans. His hair was pulled back into a tight bun and the smell of his delicious cologne spread throughout the room.

"Damn Babygirl," he whistles coming over to me and spinning me before wrapping his hands around my bare waist. "Why do you always look so good? Huh?"

"Because I have to keep up with you," I smiled pulling him down for a kiss.

"Nah Baby you're way out of my league," he smiled down at me. "You ready princess? I knew you would take a little longer so my bags are already in the car. That way I can help you carry your stuff"

"Smart man," I giggled up at him stroking his beard. He chuckled and sent me a wink before leaving my side to pick up my suitcase. He made his way over to the door holding it open for me like the gentleman he was.

Once the door was closed he pulled my suitcase with one hand while is other hand tucked itself into one of the back pocket of my jeans. We walked down the long hallway to the garage and were met with Finn and Seth. Their eyes immediately landed on me. Their gaze grazed my body that was displayed in tight clothes. Roman pulled me tighter to his side, "See you chumps next week." He smirked pulling me along with him. I couldn't help the giggle that left my lips that caused Roman to chuckle as well.

We made it to the car and he loaded up my bags before joining me in the car. His hand was placed firmly on my thigh as he turned to face me, "Just so we're clear... I don't care what you wear baby. You have an amazing body that you work hard to maintain and you deserve to show it off... That is as long as you remember who you belong too." He mumbled leaning closer to me. "You got that?"

"Always," I smiled at him reaching over to place a firm kiss on his lips. "As long as you keep reminding me who I belong to," I breathed out against his lips.

A devious smirk made its way to his lips as his hand slid up to cup my mound, "That ain't no problem baby... as a matter a fact I'm going to get us to that hotel right now and remind you all night long who you belong to." He growled nipping my lips.

"I'm down with that," I winked at him. He shook his head smiling before cupping my chin and placing a delicate kiss on my lips.

Our lips broke apart slightly and he rested his forehead on mine. "I love you," I breathed out against his lips.

His smile grew wide as he placed another soft kiss on my lips. "I love you too laʻu masiofo (my Queen)," he smiled widely.

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