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Can You Stand The Reign
warning: smut (18+), @harmshake has inspired me for today's oneshot, so thank her and enjoyyyyy!
"You're such a fucking whore, I swear! I should've listened to everyone who warned me about you!" I unleashed my frustration, my voice cutting through the pulsating energy of the club as I stormed out.
Roman's hand grasped my arm, attempting to halt my furious exit, but I pulled my arm away, shooting him the darkest glare I could muster.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me. I hate you," I spat, not even bothering to gauge his reaction before I turned on my heel and marched away.
Between the booming music and the dim lighting, it seemed like not many eyes were on us, but honestly, I didn't care. He clearly wasn't bothered by being the center of attention, so why should I be?
We'd been craving a night out with friends, a rare treat amidst our busy lives. I was thrilled at the idea of stepping out with my man by my side. He'd cleaned up nicely, looking absolutely irresistible as always. But of course, the good vibes couldn't last for too long. Roman disappeared onto the dance floor with his cousins, and in no time, a repulsive groupie latched onto him, grinding shamelessly. That was the moment I lost it.
As I stormed outside, the rain pounded down mercilessly, drenching me within seconds. I didn't know where to go; I hadn't driven here, and the last place I wanted to be was in a car with him.
Seeking dryness is the shadows of an alley, I unleashed my pent-up emotions, throwing my clutch to the ground and succumbing to a fit of rage. My screams echoed off the walls, swallowed by the downpour that drowned out all other sounds.
My back slid against the cold, wet brick as I sat on the ground. My tears mingled with raindrops as I replayed the scene inside the club. The image of him grinding on another woman burned in my mind.
"Get up." The commanding voice shattered all my thoughts.
"Excuse me?" I shot back, thrown back at the audacity.
"You heard me. Get up," Roman repeated.
"No," I growled back, crossing my arms in stubborn defiance, only to feel strong hands seize my jacket collar, hoisting me up effortlessly.
"Let me go!" I thrashed against his hold, landing a slap to his face.
My attempted slap didn't even move him. Was he some sort of superhuman?
"I dare you to slap me again," he challenged, his brown eyes boring into mine with an intensity that scared me and.. turned me on?
Resisting the urge to lash out again, I swallowed my pride, allowing him to release me to the ground.
As he closed the distance between us, gripping my ponytail and tilting my head back, my body gave in immediately. His tongue traced a path from my neck to my ear, sending my heart beat right into my panties.
"Now be a good girl and come back into the club with me," he whispered, his breath warming my body up from the cold.
"No," I resisted, though my resolve wavered under the weight of his gaze.
"I guess 'no' seems to be your favorite word today, huh baby?" he quipped, his fingers undoing my jacket zipper before I could protest.
"Roman, get off of me," I protested weakly, my anger subsiding despite me still attempting to fight back.
But even as I fought against him, a part of me couldn't deny the thrill of his touch, the way his lips had me in a chokehold.
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, but he didn't bother with finesse, tearing the fabric apart with a roughness. His eyes darkened with desire as he noticed I wore no bra beneath. With a shrug, I let the remnants of the shirt fall to the ground, baring myself to him.
I reached around him, releasing his beautiful locks from their confine. His curls tumbled down his back, soaking up the raindrops that threatened to fall down any further.
He attacked my lips with an intensity that caught me off guard. I hadn't intended to respond, but I found myself kissing him back eagerly. Gripping his hair tightly, I pulled hard, wanting him to feel the sting of my anger. He groaned against my lips and sanded his teeth into my bottom lip with force, leaving a bruise in its wake.
"That hurt, you idiot!" I hissed, my frustration boiling over.
He chuckled, "You get what you give, sweetheart.." he retorted, callously discarding my leather jacket onto the cold, wet concrete.
"You're such an asshole," I muttered half-heartedly.
Capturing my nipple between his thumb and index finger, he rolled and pinched it mercilessly. "I enjoy being an asshole," he confessed, before dipping his head down and taking my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it with a hint of aggression.
I tugged on his earlobe, a silent plea for gentleness, but he seemed intent on testing my limits. His lips trailed back up my neck, inhaling what was left of my baccarat rouge 540 perfume. He moaned at the scent, it was his favorite.
Lowering the zipper on my jeaned shorts, he smirked at the revelation that I wore no panties. "Fuck, you know just how to turn me on," he murmured against my lips.
Without hesitation, he plunged three fingers inside me. Gripping my jaw firmly, he tilted my head back, locking eyes with me as he relentlessly thrust his fingers in and out, the feeling of him massaging my walls had me at a loss of words.
"Fuck the club, we're heading home," he declared, withdrawing his fingers before plunging them back in forcefully, eliciting moans of approval from my lips.
His kiss was tender, a stark contrast to the roughness of his touch. "I know I fucked up tonight, but I'll make it up to you. I promise," he whispered, his fingers curling inside me, hitting just the right spot.
I cursed loudly, clutching his wet hair as a euphoric wave crashed over me, my body trembling against the cold brick wall.
As I regained my senses, he steadied me with his arm, his fingers lingering in his mouth as he savored the taste of me. His tongue danced between his fingers, and he slurped the lingering juices that threatened to drip down to his palm. A whimper couldn't help but escape my lips at the sight.
He handed me his damp shirt and my jacket, leaving him in a damp undershirt that clung to his glistening muscles.
"Here, put this on for now until we get home,"
Taking his soaked shirt, I pulled it on, my eyes tracing the contours of his body hungrily.
Oh, we're definitely going to finish this when we get home..
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cash in.
dominik mysterio x fem! reader
summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.
A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈
btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)
your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.
what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.
you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.
you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.
as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.
leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.
you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.
“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.
you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.
aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.
running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.
he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"
without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.
bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.
she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.
the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.
with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.
your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.
wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.
you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.
without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.
when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.
“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.
"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.
a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.
you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.
in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.
with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.
backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.
tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.
pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.
"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.
"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.
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Since it's my birthday today, maybe I can show a bit of a WIP preview for one of my chapters from "All Night", a samijey smut short and long stories.
Thank you @afterdarkprincess for the very cramped broom closet idea. This one is interesting.
Warning (just in case): 18+, NSFW
WIP preview (without editing because it'll look a bit messy those who are reading this):
Sami didn't mind being in a cramped broom closet far away backstage. He got used to the idea after Jey suggested a couple of times inside, prying from noises after finishing the matches, in order to receive "privacy".
Neither Jimmy, Solo, nor Kevin questioned the reasons. At least those three care, even Roman, he always covered them with usual lies on the nosy crew members. What could go wrong when having lots of people caring about the break time alone, needing space and a breath of fresh air to clear things in their minds.
Becoming needy and impatient to taste Sami causes difficulty for Jey. Whether it's stealing glances, mouthing I love you in exchange before leaving either a match or promo segment, or soft, warm lips from Sami for a kiss. All Jey could do is get a chance—a chance where the chaos vanished, and feeling over his lover.
Lucky for Jey, he got plenty.
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Chapters 44-46 of #TrainingStephanie are now up on Wattpad! Swipe ahead to read the excerpts! . #WWE #WWEFanFic #Undertaker #StephanieMcMahon #TheRock #StoneColdSteveAustin #TripleH #ShawnMichaels #Chyna . Follow me @indywriter101 on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr https://www.instagram.com/p/CiImR7fuj8J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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My Boyfriend's Back, and He's Cooler Than Ever - Roman Reigns
Pairings: Roman Reigns | Female! Reader
Summary: It's the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, you're at WWE'S empty arena called The Thunderdome. You're surprised by an unexpected return, it's your boyfriend, he's back and cooler, even badass than ever.
Warnings: Smut, Language, Angst, Fem! Receiving etc. {18+}
Word Count: 2,000+
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Awaiting to get into the WWE Thunderdome, you were greeted by WWE's security guards.
“Right this way, ma'am.” The security guard woman guided you into the entrance of the thunderdome, a temporary place WWE calls home until all this pandemic bullshit is over with. You walked in to be stunned by the size of this place, there were virtual screens going behind the arena, to where fan’s faces were shown behind a camera.
“Thank you,” You thanked the woman security guard as she left for her duty to greet other wwe guests and superstars. You had a long night ahead of yourself yet, it was only 7pm, the show didn’t officially air until 8pm eastern time. You also had so many thoughts rushing through your head, thinking you’d be the only one who can actually get to see the action in real life instead of sitting at home behind a computer screen.
“Shit, i’m this lucky because i’m Roman Reign’s girlfriend.” Chuckling to yourself, you gave out a sigh through your mask and placed yourself down on a chair. Roman was gone for approximately a year now due to his injuries, you haven’t seen him in a long time ever since he's got injured badly. You two have been texting and video chatting on and off all this time. “How lovely it would be to see him again,” stuck in your voiceless thoughts, a person came out of the corner of your eye and approached you.
“Hey there, R/N.” Drew McIntyre.
“Oh, hey Drew.” You greet back.
“What brings you here into the Thunderdome?” He asked.
“Just taking a break from reality, such as work. Work has been really dreadful. “
He pulled out a chair and sat down next to you.
“Ah. I see. I’m very sorry to hear that. I hope work gets way way more better by the time you exit this arena and go back. Trust me, work is a pain in my ass too.” Drew winked, he attempted to make you feel better, but you could hear the sarcastic tone in his voice. He was known to be a cocky wrestler, of course, he got that from his best friend Dolph Ziggler.
“Now that you say that, i’ll take your word for it. Thank you for your kind words.” You patted Drew on the head and left the room cutting off the conversation short.
“It was only a joke, R/N!” Drew boomed, covering his face into his hands with embarrassment.
You kept your focus on the main thing, enjoying yourself while the show lasted. You waited until 8 o'clock for the show to start.
The first wrestler to come out and give a promo was Shayna Baszler. Your enemy, the one you’d want to stay away from. She was currently fueding with Becky Lynch, which who you were cool with.
“Oh my god, here comes the dose of reality from the submission magician herself.” You said, rolling your eyes watching backstage as Shayna stood in the ring giving out a hard ass promo.
“Becky Lynch is nothing but a coward. She needs her title stripped off of her, when I claim i’m the baddest bitch on the planet, part of the 4 horse women of MMA, I mean business. I want the Raw Women's Champion, and when I strip her title off her pretty little waist, I’ll plant Becky and give her a hard dose of reality.” Shayna spoke into the mic, eyes fixated on the camera. She continued on and on about how bad she wanted a title opportunity, until Becky came to shut her up.
“Oh shit.” You watched as Becky brutalized Shayna with a steel chair, hitting her numerous times just for wwe officals to break them apart.
“Let them fight! let them fight!” The virtual crowd chanted, cameras panning in on Shayna and Becky being held back by wwe officials and referees. Suddenly, when you were least expecting it, your boyfriend Roman texted you. Pulling out your phone out of your pocket, you skimmed the text.
Roman: Hey baby girl, hope you're doing well.
R/N: I am, I hope the same for you.
*Roman is typing*
Roman: That’s what I like to hear. What are you doing?
R/N: Just watching Becky and Shayna battle it out for the 100th time, what about you?
Roman: Getting ready to travel back to my place, I’m tired out.
R/N: Usually you’re always tired, but I hope you have a safe travel. Stay safe baby. 💘
Roman: Thank you, baby girl. I love you.
You blushed at the text he sent you, you text back: I love you more.
You sat in the chair backstage watching all the chaos go down in the Thunderdome, you grew tired. Despite the working day shift you've had to do, you brung caffeine with you. You took a sip of coffee from your mug and set it down on the floor. Yawning, your eyes were beginning to shut. You could sleep in the chair, you could've cared less if it were comfortable or not.
“R/N?” A voice startled you, which made you jump out of your seat.
“Oh god, what time is it?” You quickly grab your phone, the time read: “10:00pm.”
“OH MY GOD! IT’S HIM! ROMAN REIGNS! WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM!?” Michael Cole exclaimed, jumping right out of his seat like you did a couple of seconds ago.
A vicious spear was delivered to both The Fiend and Braun Strowman. You couldn't believe what you were seeing on one of the separate TV screens backstage was real. After all of this time missing him, you could officially say: My Boyfriend’s Back, and He’s Cooler Than Ever.
“I’m the real damn deal in this business!” Roman yelled, then looking down at The Fiend's Universal Championship. Acknowledging his title, he grabbed it off the fallen fiend’s waist and hoisted it up high with pride. He stepped on Braun’s chest with a big boot, looking deep into the camera with that one look he gave you during past sexual activities. His shirt read: “Wreck Everyone and Leave”. Damn right he did. And you believed that.
***AT THE EXIT OF THE THUNDERDOME***
“Roman!” You were greeted by your boyfriend Roman, who was walking out of the thunderdome drenched in sweat.
“Shh, they’ll see us. Come on.”
“Who will…?” You were puzzled, he took your hand and as you two ran hand in hand, he got you in his Malibu car and drove off. “Roman…? You okay? I haven't seen you in over a year—”
“I know baby girl. But there's a lot of shit going on.” He said, driving to the nearest hotel possible. You nodded, going with the flow and kept quiet on the rest of the drive there. Not questioning him on why he drove you two to a local 5-star hotel, he parked and got out of his car to get you out.
“Thank you baby, I am so happy to see you.” You smile, hands intertwined with his. Roman and you went up to a hotel room he’s already rented for the night, and turned the key to unlock the door. You followed him into the room and heard him kick the door shutnwith his foot.
“Don’t ask why I rented this hotel room.” He looked at you, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside to reveal his biceps and 6 pack. You could tell he has been working out and trying to improve himself step by step, that’s the most you loved about him.
“Okay.” You shrugged and watched him with eye gaze, eyes pierced into his as he took steps towards you. Your heart hit through the floor when he put his hand around your throat. He looked deep into your eyes, leaning into you, he whispered:
“Just you and me tonight, baby girl.”
The world stopped spinning, like you were in another universe. Roman's fingers grazed up your shirt to reveal your bare skin. “Why so tense?” He questioned, feeling you tense up beneath his touch.
“We haven’t done this in over a year, Roman.” You said, heart still beating rapidly, watching his hands explore your structure.
“You missed this type of feeling, the feeling that makes you feel real. I know you've been waiting for this for a year. I just know it, R/N.” He pushed you onto the bed, bulge poking out into your thigh through his pants, you softly moaned when Roman tugged at your hair, pulling your head back. “Beg for me yearmuch you want me, baby girl.” He growled.
“I want you,” you whined, face now falling into the crook of the blanket. A hard slap on your ass sent shock waves through your body.
“Gotta do better than that. Tell me how much you want this cock.” He shoved his pants and boxers down, exposing his manhood into your leg. Earning a moan, you whimpered the words:
“I want your cock, more than you’ll ever know. I want the tribal chief's cock.”
“Good girl, that’s what the chief loves to hear.” He smirked, he hoisted you up like he did to that universal title and slammed you down on your back, making the mattress bounce. You looked pitiful under Roman, taking control over you. He positioned himself, and pushed himself inside of you for the first time in over a year. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned his name. “Fuck, how tight are you?” He questioned upon the tightness of your garden, your walls starting to clench around his cock. Roman's face was so holy, so hot, you haven’t felt this good ever since you started your job.
“ROMAN!” You exclaimed, nails digging into the back of your boyfriend.
“Never been fucked like this, have you baby?” He buried his face into the crook of your neck, giving out a moan of his own, worshipping your naked body against his. He quickened the pace, slowing it down at some points just to tease you,
“Baby, fuck.” You arched your head until you were seeing stars.
“Come for your chief, baby girl. I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours get loud.” Roman bit down on your neck, leaving a love mark to mark you as his. Climaxing, he gave a low growl in your ear and finished after you. Trying to catch a breath, you look beside your boyfriend whose giving a gesture to sit on his lap. You proceed, sitting in his lap, he combed your hair with his fingers.
“Damn, I missed you.” You said, breathing heavily.
“What's wrong, baby girl? You”re saying you missed the chief's cock that much?” Roman cooed, basically laughing at you for breathing heavy.
“Not just that, I missed everything about you, Ro.” You punch him slightly in the arm, but jokingly. He looked at you, and rolled his eyes.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” He said, getting up off the bed and walked over to the separate dresser to pull out a pair of handcuffs.
“Where the fuck did you get those..?” Your eyes gone wide, hands free to where your boyfriend could grab and cuff them. Not thinking twice, you trusted him at first, but this was going to be coming with consequences.
“Oh, just from somewhere.” He smirked, walking towards the foot of the bed where you sat eyeing him and stopped in his tracks. “Put your hands behind your back.” He demanded. You nod, and did as you were told. Cuffing your hands, he pushed you on your back. Straddling you, Roman secured the hand cuffs on your wrists to make sure they were tight. “Good girl,”
“Roman…?” You gasped as he grabbed something from behind his back and poured it on you. Turned out to be cool wax. “Ah!” You moaned, squirming with your butt up. A hard slap landed on your bare butt, earning a satisfying hum from him.
“I guess you're right, R/N. your boyfriend’s back, and he’s cooler than ever.” That was one of Lana Del Rey's quotes. Who the hell does he think he is? Lana? He knew that line because you've listened to that song a dozen of times.
“Damn right.” You bit your lip, your garden dripping on the sheets as Roman sat back and watched you, leaving you wanting him.
“The chief has some business to take care of.”
“Like what? You can't leave me like this!” You were hinting to be uncuffed, but the tribal chief wasn't buying it.
“What do you think I am? Stupid? I'll never leave you at a 5 star hotel by yourself like this, baby girl.” He chuckled darkly, and grabbed you by your wrists to pull you up off the bed. “Let your chief get dressed and he’ll have to acknowledge that aching, dripping pussy of yours later. “
“What…?”
“I didn’t stutter. You heard me fine and clear.” He was fucking with you, you knew for a reason why he turned heel, because he was tired of always being the good guy. Besides, bad guys have more fun. Tisking at your naked form while he was fully dressed, “What a shame.” He shook his head, heading over to you to put you over his shoulder effortlessly.
“What if they see me like this, Roman?” You questioned.
“It’s dark out, unless I turn on the headlights and everything, then you wouldh’t have a choice now would you?” He exited the 5 star hotel with your naked body over his shoulder. Still handcuffed, you whined as he set you down in the passenger seat of his Malibu car. He pulled out of the parking lot and took you back over to his place.
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Chrysanthemums and Daisies (Roman Reigns/Jey Uso X OC)
Chapter 7: Tyranny and Takedowns
Daisy's anxious feet bounced below her as she watched Reigns v. Owens II from the backstage monitor. She was yet to align any sort of plan in her head of when to run to the ring, or what she would do once she got out there. Regardless, she was ready. She was fully prepared to stand on the front line in the way of imminent danger if it meant redeeming her man. Consequences didn't matter to her, justice always did.
Just then, Daisy glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was 9:54, only 6 minutes left in the show before it went off the air. She had to move quick, her time was now.
She considered coming down from the gorilla as she raced through the twisting corridors, but then she thought better of it and took an alternate route. The TV monitors where the live audience would sit were tall enough to hide her 5'3 frame until she made her move, all that was left was getting into the ring without detection.
Her eyes peeped around the corner of the Tron as Roman and Kevin continued to go out. When Kevin went down in the ring and Reigns moved to the corner to set up for his Superman Punch, Daisy saw her opening. At the last second Daisy glanced at Jey; his eyes had already spotted her, with a pleading look he shook his head 'no', a final effort to save her tail before she burned it.
At breakneck speed, Daisy hopped over the barricade and raced into the ring from Roman's blindspot, mounting his crouched body from behind and digging her nails into his eyes.
Roman had never seen the young girl coming, and he bellowed in pain as the sharp edges of her fingernails scratched and clawed at his face. Luckily his eyes were closed. The extra weight on his back and his inability to see kept him on all fours as he tried to relieve himself of whatever attacker had blindsided him. The screams and curses of a female voice only slightly resonated in his ears as he continued to thrash around until finally he hooked his hand under one small arm and slung his attacker over his head.
Daisy's cat-like abilities allowed her to roll through the fall and land back on her knees facing Roman. His eyes were red and filled with tears as he stared back at her in shock; he could barely see her face through the blurriness of his vision, but all he needed to see were her eyes.
"Are you insa-?!"
Owens cut the end of Reigns' sentence short with a swift kick to the back of the head, knocking the Samoan out cold. The referee had already called the match so there was no way he was leaving with the championship, but Daisy's plan had been carried out. Without a word or a glance to either men she rolled out of the ring onto her feet. Jey waited until she was up the ramp to assist his sleeping cousin; admittedly he was smiling on the inside knowing his girl cared for him this much. Still, it was a bittersweet; Daisy might as well be a witch in Salem after the stunt she pulled today.
"...but still your WWE Champion, Roman Reigns!!"
Daisy watched from the stage as the referee handed a now stirring Roman his championship, his music filling the arena. Even in his daze, he turned his head towards the stage with a sneer on his face.
And for the first time, Daisy though about consequences.
Daisy was on the fast track looking for the nearest exit without crossing paths with anyone important. Producers and supervisors would surely have a many words to say to her, none of them kind. She was almost at the door to the women's locker too when someone roughly snatched her arm and spun her around.
"Have you lost your mind?!?"
Chrysanthemum was fuming as she glared at her sister, she'd watched her little stunt from her office and was beyond pissed. If she wasn't so scared of some backstage camera catching her she swore she'd lick Daisy square across the face. Chrysanthemum could already feel ears and eyes on her conversation so she tightened her grip on Daisy's arm and dragged her into an empty dark corridor.
"Why would you do that when I told you not to?!"
Daisy cowered a bit at her sister's rage, she hadn't thought about this exchange while she was plotting Roman's takedown. A slight oversight on her part she'll admit.
"Relax Chrysa, it's not like he lost his championship tonight, he's still got that stupid title. Besides, that twist was amazing for TV! Who doesn't like a little drama?"
Her sister's nonchalant attitude nearly pushed Chrysanthemum off the edge.
"The people who sign your goddamn paychecks won't like it Daisy! They have cause to cut you from TV altogether for that stupid shit."
Daisy's heart dropped to her feet. Her mouth quivered trying to find a response but she didn't get to, the sharp ringing of Chrysanthemum's phone silencing her before she could speak. The two looked down at her screen as she pulled it from her pocket.
Mark Carrano.
They both looked at each other in the same time, Chrysanthemum watched the color drain from her sister's face as tears began to well, and her heart broke for her.
"You have no clue what you've done."
Chrysanthemum answered on the third ring and turned to walk away from her sister.
"What am I gonna do?"
Daisy spoke quietly as she tried not to cry.
"Go home Daisy."
That was all Chrysanthemum had to offer with a sympathetic look as she turned back around and walked away.
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Falling
Hazel has been in love with Shane for years but he has always been out of her reach. Unable to keep her unrequited love to herself anymore, she decides to leave the company. But when Shane gets the wrong idea, will Hazel be able to make him understand? One Shot.
It had been such a long, long day and Hazel was completely ready for it to be over. Running one hand through her hair, she sat by the computer in her office, finalising the parameters of Rebecca 'Becky Lynch' Quin's new contract. She sat back, fingers pinching her nose to release the tension that was building behind her eyes. She had a long way to go until she was finished, and a migraine was the last thing she wanted to experience.
The sharp sound of the desk phone ringing cut through the silence in the room.
"Hazel McEnroe, Talent Relations," she greeted the caller as she wedged the phone between her shoulder and ear, her attentions more focused on a section of Becky's contract. She hoped her voice sounded upbeat enough to disguise the fatigue that was beginning to creep over her.
"My office. Now!" Shane's stern voice came from the other side of the line followed by the dial tone.
Frowning, Hazel looked at the phone and then replaced it back onto the cradle, gently gnawing on her bottom lip. That wasn't a typical interaction with her boss; he was normally so calm and collected, and he wasn't as rude as that either. His tone sent alarm bells ringing through Hazel.
Rising from her seat, she gently smoothed down the hem of her cream lace summer dress. Throwing on the fitted black blazer than hung across the back of her chair, Hazel saved her work and then popped the computer onto standby, heading out of her office and in the direction of Shane's.
Normally, she and Shane didn't travel but they were amid contract renewals and so they took the road for a few weeks each year to make negotiations with the talent run smoother. Having been in this arena a few times, Shane always picked the same room as his makeshift office. Hazel walked the familiar path through the winding corridors in search of it. She knocked once on the door after reaching the room and she heard his curt "Come in," from her side of the door.
His office was decorated rather neutral; cream walls and a dark grey carpet that at some point in time had had a rather thick pile but was now threadbare. The walls were bare except for a couple of old movie posters that had been framed and hung before the show rolled into town.
"You wanted to see me?" Hazel asked as she closed the door behind her, turning to face Shane, raising one eyebrow when she saw the pinched expression on his face. He was perched on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. He wore a light blue shirt, open at the collar, some dark jeans and a pair of his favourite Nike sneakers in blue and white.
"Cathy Corino called," Shane said. "She asked when your last day with WWE was. Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.
Hazel let out a sigh and reached down to fiddle with the large wood effect cuff bracelet she wore on her wrist.
She had put out feelers a few weeks ago to several other companies and when nothing had come of it, she had put it to the back of her mind and gotten on with her current job. She certainly hadn't expected Shane to call her in here and demand answers from her.
"I- "
Hazel opened her mouth to speak but Shane got there first, effectively cutting off anything she had to say.
"I didn't know that you weren't happy here," he cut her off with a clear hint of sadness in his voice. "And, if I'm being honest, I'm kind of hurt," he pushed himself to his feet and Hazel gulped at the new height difference between them. "I thought that we'd known each other long enough to be able to talk to one another, that if you had a problem that you could speak to me about it."
"I can talk to you -" Hazel tried.
"Evidently not," Shane laughed without humour. He let out a breath and shook his head at the brunette
Shane scratched the side of his head using his index finger.
Wracking her mind, Hazel tried to find something that she could say to him, something that would logically explain why she was considering leaving her dream job. But there wasn't anything she could say except the truth, and that was not a card she was willing to play.
"Look, Shane," Hazel started, reaching up to rub the back of her neck with one hand. Her hair was secured in a French twist and several strands had come loose at the back, sticking to the clammy skin of her neck. "I should have approached you about this, it's not something that I wanted you to be blindsided by. But it's also not something that I thought would amount to anything. I just put out a couple of feelers," she explained.
Shane pushed his tongue around in his mouth. "Any particular reason why you thought to put feelers out? Has something happened?"
Hazel swallowed nervously, now cupping her neck with her palm. "I just…I just think that it's time for a bit of a change," she shrugged, hoping her non-committal tone would cover what she was desperately trying not to say.
Shane swallowed thickly, his mouth becoming dry suddenly. He was completely lost for words. He could tell that something was niggling under the surface and that Hazel wasn't telling him the truth. But he couldn't exactly force her to talk to him. He thought of Hazel as his protegee; someone who he had coordinated with and coached through the business, and he had never thought he would see the day when she would leave him.
"I guess that there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" he asked the only question that he could think of.
Hazel met his eyes once more and she felt her stomach fluttering.
"No. I've made up my mind, Shane. I will stay on until you find someone to replace me, though."
Shane walked around to the other side of his desk and braced his hands upon it.
"Honestly, I'm not sure I'll find someone that could ever replace you, Hazel," he told her. "I'll make sure Cathy gets your reference."
Raking her teeth over her bottom lip, Hazel tried to force her emotions back down. Shane wasn't the type of guy who liked overwhelming displays of emotion. He liked to keep things business at work and any personal thoughts of feelings remained separate from the WWE.
"I'll have my notice on your desk by the end of night."
Taking a sip of her second gin of the night from her glass, Hazel sighed and sat back in the large booth she had claimed as her own. The hotel bar was currently quiet; only herself in the booth and a few people at the bar. Leaning her head back, she let out a deep sated sigh, closing her eyes and relishing in the small buzz that the gin was already affording her. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her now loose brown hair, massaging her root ache away.
A hand grazed her shoulder and she jumped, opening her eyes to see Jeff Hardy standing over her. She smiled at him, holding her palm out, inviting him to sit down.
"Hey," she said, reaching for her glass once more. "How are you?"
"Not bad, how are you, darlin'?" he replied, taking a seat at the opposite side of the booth from Hazel. He had freshly showered after the show and his damp multicoloured hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. He now wore a pair of jeans and a hoodie and the air around Hazel was tinted with the scent of peppermint. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh smell.
"I've had better days," she shrugged, her index finger tracing a line around the outer rim of her glass.
"So, I hear you're leaving us, eh?" he asked in his quiet southern drawl, a grin forming on his lips.
"Ha!" Hazel laughed, her eyes crinkling with mirth. She rolled her eyes, reaching for her glass and downing the rest of the gin before plucking one of the raspberries out of the glass and popping it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully before responding. "News travels fast around here. Why am I not surprised?" she added rhetorically. "I literally put my notice on Shane's desk, like, an hour ago," she protested, wondering how everyone managed to find out each other's business.
"Why? I thought you were happy here," Jeff asked, folding his arms across his chest as he sat back in the booth.
"I am happy," Hazel sighed sadly.
"So why are you leaving?" Jeff sat forward, his tattooed hand covering hers. "You don't belong at Shimmer, Hazel, you belong here. With us. You know if you just told him, none of this would matter."
"Absolutely not," Hazel shook her head. "What?" she asked when Jeff raised his eyebrows at her. "Tell him I'm hot for the boss? I'm such a walking fucking cliché! C'mon, Jeff," she shook her head. Hazel leaned forwards, bracing her chin on the palm of the hand that Jeff wasn't holding.
"So, you'd rather walk away from your dream job, your friends, your family?!" Jeff insisted. "For what?"
"To spare myself and Shane of the embarrassment," she laughed. "It's just a stupid crush and I know that once I'm away from the company that it will disappear," she said adamantly.
"You've been in love with Shane for years, Hazel. You can't fool me."
Hazel made a noise in the back of her throat.
"I've made up my mind. I appreciate everything that you're trying to do but there's nothing you can say that will change my mind," she replied, pushing herself up from the table. "You've been a good friend to me, Jeff," she moved closer to him. "Don't lose touch when I'm not here."
Jeff stood up. He was a head and shoulders above Hazel despite her being in heels. His arms wrapped securely around her and Hazel pressed her chin onto his shoulder, her hands cradling the back of his head.
"I'm gonna miss you, darlin'" Jeff told her, pulling back to press his lips to her cheek.
"Me too," Hazel sniffed, pulling away from him before she cried. "But I'm not leaving for a bit so we'll say a proper goodbye whenever that might be. For now," Hazel said, pressing her hands to Jeff's hoodie covered arms, "I am going to bed. It's been a long, long day," she sighed with a smile. Stepping back, she picked up her bag and headed for the exit of the bar.
Hazel was the only occupant of the elevator on the way up to the 12th floor. She grimaced at the tinny sounding music that was playing inside the box and breathed a sigh of relief when she got out at her floor. As she paced down the corridor, Hazel was surprised to see that she wasn't the only occupant on her floor.
"Shane," she greeted him with a tired, wary smile. "You're pacing. Is something wrong? What's happened?" she asked, worried at the look on his face when he stopped pacing and turned to face her.
"We need to talk," he replied.
"Shane, it's been a really long day. Can we talk tomorrow?"
All Hazel could picture was her bed and how blissful it would be to close her eyes. She wanted to be anywhere but in that corridor with Shane at that moment.
"Nope. Now," he motioned to her door. "I-I have something to say and I need to get it off my chest."
"O-Okay," Hazel stuttered, reaching out to unlock the door with her key card. She felt apprehensive now, worried about what Shane wanted to tell her. When she'd last laid eyes on him, she'd placed her notice on his desk. He'd been on a corporate call, and when she knocked on his door, he'd simply motioned for her to place it down and leave. Now, here he was, pacing in front of her hotel room, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Going inside, the brunette turned on all the lights and just as she was heading to open the balcony door to air the room, Shane spoke.
"Is Hardy the reason you're leaving?" he blurted out. "Do you love him?"
Hazel spun around. "What?" she asked, incredulously. "Why would you even-"
"I saw you. I saw the two of you in the bar," he was pacing again. "The way he was touching you and I saw you kiss him."
"On the fucking cheek!" Hazel snapped, through with listening to him. "And just what the bloody hell were you doing watching us?"
Shane stopped pacing, turning to look at Hazel. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the tone she had used with him. The air was thick with the tension crackling between them. This was a new dynamic for both.
"I was passing by the bar. I just saw-"
"You saw nothing! You saw two friends saying goodbye to each other after working together for a long time. And you thought that was enough to come up here and-"
"Do you love him or not, Hazel?!" Shane interrupted her, his tone furious.
"Are you fucking serious?! You come up here, pacing in front of my door like a bear with a sore head, accusing me of being in love with Jeff Hardy? He's fucking married, Shane! Is that the kind of person you think I am? You think I just break up marriages? I thought you knew me! I thought what we had went beyond you being my boss! I thought we were friends!" Hazel spat.
Opening his mouth, Shane tried to respond but Hazel got here first.
"I can't believe you are this fucking dense either. For someone who is so high up in this multi-billion-dollar business, you really can't see what's going on right in front of your eyes, can you?" she demanded, watching as he frowned his confusion. "It's you! I love you, Shane!" she finally confessed. "I love you so fucking much that I can't bear to work for you anymore because it hurts seeing you every day knowing that I will never have you," she cried, pushing past him, walking to the door. Hazel grabbed the door handle and opened it, turning back to Shane. "I am leaving my friends, leaving a place I love to work, giving up my dream job because I'm such a damn cliché – I fell for my boss. Everything was fine when you were married, I handled it, because despite what you apparently think of me, I'm not the type of person who breaks up a marriage. So, if you're through insulting me and ruining what is left of our friendship, I would appreciate it if you got the hell out of my room!" she continued, using her free hand to point to the corridor."
Shane was rooted to the spot, shocked by the outburst from one of his closest work colleagues and friends. He was struggling to process everything she had said to him, his head was spinning. He walked towards Hazel, his eyes roving over, her shoulders taught, her face frowning with anger. He stopped in front of her. Meeting his eye, Hazel shivered when Shane ran the rough pad of his thumb along her bottom lip.
"Say it again," he rasped.
"What? Get out!" Hazel tried, her lips moving against his thumb. Shane tugged at her bottom lip, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. This was a new sound from him, something she had imagined so many times but had never heard. Knowing what he wanted to hear, Hazel flushed and pulled her shoulders back. "Shane, I lo-"
The words hadn't even left her mouth before his lips met hers in a hard, bruising, teeth-gnashing kiss. The breath was knocked from Hazel's body and her back met the wall, the door slamming closed she let go of the handle to loop her arms around Shane's waist, her fingers gripping his shirt at the back. She kissed him back, their tongues fighting for dominance which Shane easily won. His fingers were threaded through her hair and he used this to his advantage, enabling him to turn her head any which way he pleased.
Hazel's head was swimming; from the gin, from her anger at Shane and from his kisses. He broke away from her mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat, where he bit down gently on her pulse point. Hazel's breath hitched and her hands moved to work the buttons on his shirt, unlooping each one as Shane focused on her neck. He pulled her away from the wall and slid her jacket down her arms, dropping it to the floor. He brought his mouth back to hers, capturing her lips in another hard kiss and Hazel felt his fingers working at the belt around the waist of her dress. It clunked as it fell to the floor and Shane began to guide her backwards towards the bed.
Hazel pushed his now open shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop somewhere on the floor. Her hands ran up his bare chest, nails gently scraping through the light chest hair she found. Breaking away from Shane, she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at him.
"Unzip me," she husked, her voice thick. Taking a step closer, Shane gripped the zip and tugged it down, peeling the cream fabric back to reveal a silky black bra and matching lacy briefs, cut high around each toned ass cheek. The dress dropped to the floor and Hazel stepped out of it, kicking it off to the side. Shane's chest met her back and Hazel ground her hips back against him, feeling him hard against her back. Her mouth opened and she panted as Shane attached his mouth to the side of her neck once more. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him, whilst his other hand slipped down to her core, his fingers grazing her through the lace of her underwear.
"Fuck, Shane!" she cried.
"You make the sweetest sounds," Shane whispered, tugging on her ear lobe with his teeth. Hazel keened, bucking her hips against his hand.
Suddenly, Hazel was spun around and Shane lifted her, her legs hooking around his waist. She giggled as he dropped her on the bed and she bounced with the force. Looking up at him as he stood over her in just his jeans, his pupils blown with lust, Hazel didn't think she'd ever been more turned on in her life. She bit her bottom lip as she sat up, unhooking her bra and sliding it off. Shane let out an involuntary groan as her breasts were revealed to him, nipples pulled taut by the cool air in the room. She dropped the bra at his feet before her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans. Shane took a breath through his nose, his head tipping back as Hazel unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, his cock bouncing free. He toed off his shoes, socks and his jeans as Hazel began to stroke him with her hand. Leaning forward, she teasingly ran her tongue up the entire underside, smiling when Shane groaned from above.
"You're everything I imagined...and more," she grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him.
"You imagined this?" Shane asked, reaching out a hand to push Hazel's bangs back so that he could see her face.
"Every damn day," she confessed before tipping her head, opening her mouth to suck his length in. Shane's hips jerked forward and his fingers slid into her hair. He was gripping the strands tightly and this told her he was enjoying what she was doing. Opening her mouth wider, Hazel took in more of him, allowing him to thrust his hips forward until he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head, moving up and down his length, allowing Shane to control her movements with his hands in her hair. She glanced up at him, watching his head tip back, mouth open in pleasure.
Shane pulled her off him and his dick left her mouth with a pop.
He leaned down, kissing her sloppily as he pushed her back on the bed.
"I gotta to taste you," Shane told her, kissing down her body, pulling a nipple into his mouth as he went. Hazel arched her back as Shane's mouth blazed a trail down her body. He stripped her off her underwear and parted her legs, settling himself between them. "You're soaked," Shane said, sounding proud. "Is this what I do to you?"
"Yes," Hazel hissed out, throwing her head back as he swiped his tongue up her seam, the tip dancing around her clit before he pulled it into his mouth to suck. Shane buried his tongue inside her, flicking all the right spots. Her orgasm crept up quickly and then hit her like a ton of bricks. Shane gripped her thighs, holding her down as she rode out her pleasure against his mouth.
"You taste so good," he kissed his way back up her body. "I can't wait to find out what you feel like," his mouth formed a sexy grin before he kissed her again. Hazel could taste herself on his tongue, but it only served to turn her on even more.
Shane dragged his mouth down, snagging one of her nipples again with his lips and sucking it into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, lacing the fingers of one hand with Hazel's other. He pumped his dick with his free hand, sliding inside her in one smooth go. Hazel let out a low moan, using her free hand to pull Shane's face back up to hers. Their lips met again and Hazel bit down on his bottom lip. Shane grabbed her other hand, lacing his fingers with it and pressing both of her hands against the mattress above her head. His thrusts were particularly hard, their hips snapping together each time. Tipping her head to the side, Shane buried his face in her neck, breathing harshly as he gripped her hands tighter. Hazel's nails dug into the back of his hands.
"Harder, Shane," she panted. His chest rubbed against hers, creating a delicious friction between them. Hazel wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. She could feel her orgasm approaching once more and she cried out as she clamped down around him.
Shane cursed under his breath, loving the feel of Hazel around him but not wanting it to end so soon.
"Cum for me, Shane," Hazel whispered in his ear, still quivering through her own orgasm but desperate to feel him let go inside of her. He held their hands down with even more pressure as a guttural groan left his mouth and he emptied himself inside of Hazel.
Thrusting a few more times before pulling out, Shane fell to the side of her, the two of them lying side-by-side, both breathless.
Feeling sore but thoroughly ravished, Hazel started laughing and before he knew it, Shane was joining in. Hazel turned to him, propping herself up on one elbow.
"Why haven't we done that before?" Shane asked, tugging a piece of her hair and wrapping it around his finger.
"You were married," Hazel told him, lowering her eyes. She reached out, lightly grazing his chest with a fingernail.
"I haven't been married for a while," Shane admitted. "And my marriage was over a long time before my divorce."
"I still would never have interfered. Besides, I didn't think you were interested in that way," Hazel blushed.
Shane reached out, tipping her chin up with his forefinger, so that she would meet his gaze. Since knowing her, this was one of the few moments that he'd ever seen Hazel appear shy in.
"Who wouldn't be interested in you?" he asked, rhetorically. "You're beautiful," he husked, his finger moving lower to graze around one of Hazel's nipples. Biting her bottom lip, Hazel closed her eyes in satisfaction. Moving his hand up, Shane wrapped his palm around Hazel's neck. He pulled her towards him, her face hovering over his. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "I love you," he whispered. "I think I've loved you for longer than I care to admit."
They shared another kiss, tongues lazily dancing together.
"Does this mean you'll stay?"
Hazel grinned. "Oh, I don't know. I put my notice on the boss' desk earlier. I'm not sure if I can take it back."
"I have connections. I'm sure we can work something out," he laughed, pulling her in for another kiss
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“Who Was That? Oh... Your Cousin.”
Requested: No
Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader
Word Count: 1199
Warning[s]: Fluff & Cursing
Summary: When Y/N brings her cousin backstage, Sami becomes jealous. Sami thinks Y/N’s cousin is her new boyfriend. After an outburst, Sami admits his feelings to Y/N.
A/N: I had this saved on my Google Docs for a while, so I finally decided to share it with the world. Also, I miss Sami sooooooo. The quote comes from http://otp-imagines-cult.tumblr.com/post/140922926707/otp-quotes-challenge. (If you want to request a oneshot with one of the other quotes, go right on ahead, loves. ♥ )
“Staring at them isn’t going to help you in the end.” Kevin told Sami, who can’t stop looking at you and the mystery man you’re talking to. You’ve brushed off what Sami’s doing since you’re sure your mind is playing tricks on you.
Sami shook his head, and he looked at Kevin, “What does Y/N even see in him? She could do so much better.” He said. For a long time, he’s harbored feelings for Y/N, and he planned on making a move sooner or later. Emphasis on the later.
Kevin busted out laughing, “You really think that Y/N’s boyfriend?” He asked, in between laughs.
“Obviously, that’s her boyfriend. Why would she be so close to him? Laughing at all of his dumb jokes… There has to be a reason why she is so enthralled with that- that- I don’t know how to finish it.” Sami looked over at Kevin, confused about his laughter.
“If only you knew…”
“Knew what?”
“Oh, nothing…” Kevin chuckled here and there. Sami shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.
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Raw is in your hometown, and your cousin, Y/C/N came to the show. Once you were done wrestling, you (pulled some strings) got him backstage to hang out with you and your friends. While Y/C/N talked, your eye wondered to Sami. He’s talking to Kevin, which is expected of him. (At least in your mind). I’m sitting in catering with Y/C/N, and we’re sitting across the room from Sami and Kevin.
“You definitely got it bad for Sami, Y/N.” Y/C/N said, and he nudged your elbow. He knows exactly how you feel about the Canadian. You met Sami back in NXT, and it didn’t take a long time for the two of you to become close friends. However, you never thought you’d develop feelings for your good friend- It just happened… You don’t have the guts to tell him how you feel. Especially since you’re convinced he thinks of you as a little sister.
You rolled your eyes playfully, “He doesn’t like me back.”
Y/C/N shook his head, and he laughed a bit. “I don’t know if you’re seeing what I see, but he keeps on looking at you.” You’re in denial about Sami returning feelings for you. It’s an impossible scenario in your mind since he doesn’t give off any “vibes” that he likes you more than friends.
“That’s just Sami being Sami.” You instantly said, trying to shut your cousin down, immediately.
He scoffed, “I guess, but I don’t see him staring at everyone else the way that he is staring at you.”
“Let’s just change the subject!” You said, you didn’t want to debate with Y/C/N about it anymore. You know that he’s going to respect that, hopefully.
Y/C/N changed the subject, and we continued talking for a few more minutes. “I better get ready to go, Y/N. You know I don’t do well in traffic.” Y/C/N said, laughing.
“Oh, how can I forget? You’ve nearly been in one hundred and fifty accidents. That was just we were in our teens.” You exaggerated.
Playfully rolling his eyes, “Not true, and you know it.” He stated as he pulled me into a hug.
“I know, I know.” He kissed my forehead. “See you later, Y/N.”
“Bye, Y/C/N.” Before you could fully finish saying your goodbyes to your cousin, you heard an outburst from across the room.
“I told you, Kevin! I fucking told you.” Your eyes instantly traveled to the area, and you saw a visibly angered, Sami. He was out of his seat, and he rushed out of catering. Kevin looked just as shocked as you were in this situation. It’s a rarity to see the redhead this angry. When you felt a light push from your cousin, you looked back at him.
“Go, get him, girl.” He winked at you, and you nodded your head. What are you supposed to do? You can try to calm down, but you might not be the person he needs. You dismissed those thoughts since what matters most is that you help him. Rushing out of catering, you catch him turning the corner. You ran up behind Sami, putting your hand on his shoulder.
“Kevin, I don’t need-” He started, but when he turned around to see you, he stopped talking. Y/E/C showed genuine concerned for what’s going on with him.
“Sami, are you okay? What is going on?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you all the questions, Y/N?!” He started to get defensive.
“Just tell me what’s wrong, Sami. Starting an argument isn’t going to help the situation.” I tried to keep myself calm, but I could feel myself slowly starting to get pissed off.
“Who was that?” Disgust was evident in Sami’s voice as he asked that question. “He cannot be your boyfriend, Y/N. You can do so much better than that renegade.” Is Sami jealous? He’s definitely jealous. The tone of his voice is a clear tone of jealousy. You can’t believe he actually thinks your cousin is your boyfriend. You busted out laughing. The Canadian man looked confused, his green orbs were looking at you like you’re from another planet. After a minute, you got yourself together.
“I can’t believe you think Y/C/N is my boyfriend.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “He is my cousin.” Sami’s mouth dropped in shock. When it registered in his mind, he face-palmed himself.
“Oh… your cousin.” Sami started, “I’m a dumbass.” He chuckled softly and shook his own head. “I should have put two and two together.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you giggled a bit. “It happens to the best of us.”
“Since Y/C/N is your cousin, I take it that you’re single.?” Sami asked, with hopeful, greenish-gold eyes.
“I’m single… Why you ask?” Of course, you’re too oblivious to what’s going on. Even though it’s clear as day what is going on with Sami.
He looked down at you, “I ask because I realized it’s time for me to make a move on what I want and who I want.” He started, “Y/N, what I am trying to say is, I like you… A whole lot. I understand if you wouldn’t want to give me a chance though. I mean, it is all of a sudden that I am saying all this consider we are friends-” You cut him off by kissing him on the lips. He froze for a second before he realizes what was going on, and he kissed you back.
After a moment, you pulled away from the kiss, “I like you too, if you didn’t get the memo.” You giggled and he chuckled softly.
“I do, I think I’d be stupid not to.” Sami blushed, “Would you like to go out on a date with me?” He asked,
“Yes, a thousand times over!” You accepted.
“Great, how about tomorrow night?”
“Sounds like a plan!” You smiled. Sami smiled back before kissing you softly on the lips.
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Wargames
Guys...as a fanfic writer...this creates a lot of angst.
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“Who Was That? Oh... Your Cousin.”
Requested: No
Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader
Word Count: 1199
Warning[s]: Fluff & Cursing
Summary: When Y/N brings her cousin backstage, Sami becomes jealous. Sami thinks Y/N's cousin is her new boyfriend. After an outburst, Sami admits his feelings to Y/N.
A/N: I had this saved on my Google Docs for a while, so I finally decided to share it with the world. Also, I miss Sami sooooooo. The quote comes from http://otp-imagines-cult.tumblr.com/post/140922926707/otp-quotes-challenge. (If you want to request a oneshot with one of the other quotes, go right on ahead, loves. ♥ )
"Staring at them isn't going to help you in the end." Kevin told Sami, who can't stop looking at you and the mystery man you're talking to. You've brushed off what Sami's doing since you're sure your mind is playing tricks on you.
Sami shook his head, and he looked at Kevin, "What does Y/N even see in him? She could do so much better." He said. For a long time, he's harbored feelings for Y/N, and he planned on making a move sooner or later. Emphasis on the later.
Kevin busted out laughing, "You really think that Y/N's boyfriend?" He asked, in between laughs.
"Obviously, that's her boyfriend. Why would she be so close to him? Laughing at all of his dumb jokes... There has to be a reason why she is so enthralled with that- that- I don't know how to finish it." Sami looked over at Kevin, confused about his laughter.
"If only you knew..."
"Knew what?"
"Oh, nothing..." Kevin chuckled here and there. Sami shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.
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Raw is in your hometown, and your cousin, Y/C/N came to the show. Once you were done wrestling, you (pulled some strings) got him backstage to hang out with you and your friends. While Y/C/N talked, your eye wondered to Sami. He's talking to Kevin, which is expected of him. (At least in your mind). I'm sitting in catering with Y/C/N, and we're sitting across the room from Sami and Kevin.
"You definitely got it bad for Sami, Y/N." Y/C/N said, and he nudged your elbow. He knows exactly how you feel about the Canadian. You met Sami back in NXT, and it didn't take a long time for the two of you to become close friends. However, you never thought you'd develop feelings for your good friend- It just happened... You don't have the guts to tell him how you feel. Especially since you're convinced he thinks of you as a little sister.
You rolled your eyes playfully, "He doesn't like me back."
Y/C/N shook his head, and he laughed a bit. "I don't know if you're seeing what I see, but he keeps on looking at you." You're in denial about Sami returning feelings for you. It's an impossible scenario in your mind since he doesn't give off any "vibes" that he likes you more than friends.
"That's just Sami being Sami." You instantly said, trying to shut your cousin down, immediately.
He scoffed, "I guess, but I don't see him staring at everyone else the way that he is staring at you."
"Let's just change the subject!" You said, you didn't want to debate with Y/C/N about it anymore. You know that he's going to respect that, hopefully.
Y/C/N changed the subject, and we continued talking for a few more minutes. "I better get ready to go, Y/N. You know I don't do well in traffic." Y/C/N said, laughing.
"Oh, how can I forget? You've nearly been in one hundred and fifty accidents. That was just we were in our teens." You exaggerated.
Playfully rolling his eyes, "Not true, and you know it." He stated as he pulled me into a hug.
"I know, I know." He kissed my forehead. "See you later, Y/N."
"Bye, Y/C/N." Before you could fully finish saying your goodbyes to your cousin, you heard an outburst from across the room.
"I told you, Kevin! I fucking told you." Your eyes instantly traveled to the area, and you saw a visibly angered, Sami. He was out of his seat, and he rushed out of catering. Kevin looked just as shocked as you were in this situation. It's a rarity to see the redhead this angry. When you felt a light push from your cousin, you looked back at him.
"Go, get him, girl." He winked at you, and you nodded your head. What are you supposed to do? You can try to calm down, but you might not be the person he needs. You dismissed those thoughts since what matters most is that you help him. Rushing out of catering, you catch him turning the corner. You ran up behind Sami, putting your hand on his shoulder.
"Kevin, I don't need-" He started, but when he turned around to see you, he stopped talking. Y/E/C showed genuine concerned for what's going on with him.
"Sami, are you okay? What is going on?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you all the questions, Y/N?!" He started to get defensive.
"Just tell me what's wrong, Sami. Starting an argument isn't going to help the situation." I tried to keep myself calm, but I could feel myself slowly starting to get pissed off.
"Who was that?" Disgust was evident in Sami's voice as he asked that question. "He cannot be your boyfriend, Y/N. You can do so much better than that renegade." Is Sami jealous? He's definitely jealous. The tone of his voice is a clear tone of jealousy. You can't believe he actually thinks your cousin is your boyfriend. You busted out laughing. The Canadian man looked confused, his green orbs were looking at you like you're from another planet. After a minute, you got yourself together.
"I can't believe you think Y/C/N is my boyfriend." You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "He is my cousin." Sami's mouth dropped in shock. When it registered in his mind, he face-palmed himself.
"Oh... your cousin." Sami started, "I'm a dumbass." He chuckled softly and shook his own head. "I should have put two and two together."
Shrugging your shoulders, you giggled a bit. "It happens to the best of us."
"Since Y/C/N is your cousin, I take it that you're single.?" Sami asked, with hopeful, greenish-gold eyes.
"I'm single... Why you ask?" Of course, you're too oblivious to what's going on. Even though it's clear as day what is going on with Sami.
He looked down at you, "I ask because I realized it's time for me to make a move on what I want and who I want." He started, "Y/N, what I am trying to say is, I like you... A whole lot. I understand if you wouldn't want to give me a chance though. I mean, it is all of a sudden that I am saying all this consider we are friends-" You cut him off by kissing him on the lips. He froze for a second before he realizes what was going on, and he kissed you back.
After a moment, you pulled away from the kiss, "I like you too, if you didn't get the memo." You giggled and he chuckled softly.
"I do, I think I'd be stupid not to." Sami blushed, "Would you like to go out on a date with me?" He asked,
"Yes, a thousand times over!" You accepted.
"Great, how about tomorrow night?"
"Sounds like a plan!" You smiled. Sami smiled back before kissing you softly on the lips.
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Goodnight Kiss
warning: nothing too crazy, mentions of lady parts tingling and a moan. But other than that, this is short and sweet : )
"I appreciate you taking me out tonight. That was the most fun I've had in a while," you softly smiled, feeling a giddy warmth as he walked you to your door. His smirk deepened as he glanced down, hands tucked casually into his pockets. His muscular figure towered over yours, if you hadn't known how much of a gentle giant he was, it was easy to feel intimidated.
This was your first date with Leati Joseph Anoa'i, affectionately known as Joe, the person you'd harbored a crush on since the 10th grade. Your accidental reunion at Robeks, your favorite smoothie spot, reignited those old feelings the moment you started chatting. And when he asked you out, you couldn't resist saying yes.
As the years passed, he evolved into a masterpiece, aging like the finest wine, each sip more intoxicating than the last. His once timid demeanor now exuded strength and confidence, drawing you closer with every step. His skin, now kissed by the sun, held a mesmerizing bronze hue, a far cry from the paleness of his youth. And oh, his facial hair, it contoured his face beautifully, emphasized every captivating feature. Perfect then, yes, but now, he was an embodiment of perfection beyond belief. Dressed in a sleek black suit, with a simple white T-shirt underneath, he oozed sophistication, the fabric clinging to his form, teasingly highlighting the muscles that yearned to be explored by your hands.
"I'm just glad I could bring a smile to your face, beautiful. You deserve it," he replied, his perfect smile causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. He was absurdly charming.
"Well, I should probably head inside and get ready for bed. Early start at work tomorrow," you said, extending your arms for a hug.
He embraced you tightly, a playful squeeze making you squeal with laughter and him chuckle. Pulling back just enough, he paused for a bit before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailing his lips lower, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline.
Your body tensed, hands still clasped around his neck, caught in a moment of uncertainty and anticipation. The possibility of what he might do left you breathless, your first kiss looming on the horizon. Every beat of your heart echoed in the quiet space between you, something you swore he could hear.
It felt like paralysis. Every fiber of your being yearned to utter his name, to express the handful of sensations running through you, but your body betrayed you, rendered motionless, held captive by the potent spell he cast by his soft, plump lips. The feeling was both daunting and intoxicating, a thin line between fear and excitement.
He planted a sweet kiss on your nose before his fingers delicately lifted your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. There was a silent exchange in his eyes, he paused with a lick of his lips and slightly shook his head in disbelief as his eyes slowly washed over your face.
"You are so damn beautiful, you know that?" he questioned, your heart fluttered at the compliment. You were thanking God that he blessed you with your deep melanin skin because your face would be as red as a cherry tomato. He was making you so nervous, you didn't even know how to respond.
"Think so?" you softly questioned, internally face-palming at your response.
With a nod, his features softened and his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.
"Know so." he responded with a breathy chuckle. Little did you know, you were taking away his breath as well.
He leaned in slowly, a hint of hesitation in his movements, silently offering you an opportunity to retreat if you wanted. But you leaned in as well, encouraging him to close the distance. His touch, initially gentle on your chin, migrated to cupping your face, while his left arm drew you nearer, enveloping you in his embrace. As his lips met yours, a wave of warmth surged through you, releasing the tension you had been holding. Your bodies melded seamlessly, and you found yourself swept away in the rhythm of the kiss. Though inexperienced, you gave in to the moment, surprised by the ease with which you followed his lead.
As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he moaned into your mouth, almost setting you ablaze. He made you want to tap out and it was only a kiss.
Sadly, you felt him slowly pull away but not without planting one last tender kiss against your lips. He still lingered close, his lips adorned with a gentle smile that spoke volumes of the connection you shared.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered against your lips.
"Goodnight.." you whispered back, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions as your high school crush had given you your first kiss.
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Inseparable (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/AAHSO0c1dO
some awesome wrestling fan wrote this awesome fic and the cover is awesome so y'all should check it out cause it's awesome
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/20998217?show_comments=true&view_full_work=true#comments
My fanfic of my oc
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Second (and final) WIP preview of my samijey smut chapter without editing because I just finished it. I need to practice on writing smut more.
WIP preview:
Warning (just in case): 18+, NSFW
Smiling, Jey unstrapped the belt and yanked down Sami's pants and boxer briefs, seeing Sami's throbbing cock spring out. He couldn't help licking his lips again from the sight. Lost count of how many times the taste of Sami on his tongue, sometimes he could think of devouring him all day.
Pause. He exchanged eye contact with Sami, looking for signs of a glint of hesitation popped in, never denying his wishes. Remember one rule: don't rush, signal permission first.
None. He doesn't sense them at all. No mistrust, only lust in Sami's gaze.
Sami placed one hand behind Jey's head, tugging. Another sigh parted, nodding for him to go ahead.
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Now I'm gonna edit this whole thing. The chapter will be posted on AO3 soon! And yes, I learned how to use the community label today.
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Roman Reigns - You Look Even Better Than The Photos {SNEAK PEEK PART 1}
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Female Reader!
Category: SMUT / NSFW
Summary / Theme: Roman is frustrated tonight, but the head of the table will get his frustration changed quick when he sees his girlfriend in the middle of the night.
Warnings: Explicit Language, Smut! | Ma*turbation | 17+ READERS ONLY!
Word Count: 4,000. (Please note - this is not word count of 4k of the sneak peek, but this part is only what I have gotten done!)
"Acknowledge me," Roman growled as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, grasping a choker collar in his hand that was once his girlfriend's. The rain spewed hard against his bedroom window, the storm was outrageous. He shuts his eyes, still having the choker in hand and presses his body weight against the foot of the luxurious king sized bed as if he was pressing himself against the ring ropes. Glancing down at the little choker of your's, he hummed and scooted himself up on the bed. "You don't know what's going to be coming for you, baby girl."
Roman's devilious smirk appeared on his face, as if he were talking to himself. He was in his head, not aloud. He trailed a finger down on his chest, down towards his manhood. Peeling off the material that was on him, he gave out a hot breath. "Wish you were here, so you could acknowledge me. Fuck." Roman cursed, grazing the head of his manhood. Sitting in an empty noise-free room, he arched his head up on the headboard of the bed and moaned softly. The image of you bobbing your head down on his shaft drove him to the edge.
He never cried out in pleasure, he always gave pleasure to you as he should. The head of the table didn't fuck around. His eyes bores into his far away reflection, the mirror stalking him because the mirror admired Roman Reigns. The mirror helped to adknowledge him. Fingertips grazed upon his head of his shaft, he gave it one last rough stroke before spilling.
"That's it," Roman said aloud, frustrated. He jumped out of his bed and cleaned himself up with a washcloth. He had to go shower himself before he plans on seeing his girl. Owning the ground where he walked, Roman turns the golden doorknob attached to the bathroom door and opened to enter. Shutting the bathroom door on his arrival, the tribal chief pulled his sweatpants below his kneecaps, kicking them off to start the shower.
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