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Here With Me - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

As the Bloodline Civil War takes an unexpected turn of events, Reader comes up with the perfect pick-me-up for her Tribal Chief. Post-Summerslam 2023.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 6k

A/N: Dido's "Here With Me" did so much for the writing of this that I had to name the fic after the song.

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I’m startled awake by the door clicking shut, my eyes remaining closed as he walks into the bedroom of his penthouse suite. I’m laying on my side facing away from him, but he is clear as day in my mind's eye as he tosses the gold title belt on the sofa across the room. His beloved ula fula, the subject of heated combat tonight, follows. The mattress dips as he sits on his side of the bed, letting out a painful exhale.

My eyes flicker to the digital clock on the nightstand. I returned to the suite right after the main event. It’s currently 1.30 am. I have no idea where he’s been for the last two hours, but I let it slide. He’s come back to me and that’s all that matters.

The pointed silence and the hairs that suddenly stand on the back of my neck tell me he’s staring at me. It’s confirmed when I feel his hand rest on my leg over the white sheets blanketing me. His usually assured, confident touch is sad and distracted. Even in the humming quiet, I can feel the turmoil brewing inside him and understandably so.

The last few weeks have been a lot for him to take in. Getting pinned in London; tensions exploding in MSG; putting his entire legacy on the line against Jey in Orlando, and tonight, at Summerslam, victory at Tribal Combat. But it’s come at a price, as his family has all but disintegrated now. He is exhausted, physically and emotionally. I could see it in his eyes backstage after the match in spite of his best attempts to conceal his true feelings. For him, tonight’s win feels like a loss.

The second his hand slips away, I miss him. He stands up from the bed and heads to the bathroom. I twist around the bed to face the partially closed door, and hear the shower start. I wait for a while before getting up and making my way to him. His head snaps in my direction when I open the door.

“Babe?” he calls out.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t panic,” I try to joke, my smile faltering a little when he merely turns back around and faces the wall. I notice the still visible red marks on his broad back, imprints from the kendo stick and leather strap beatings he endured tonight.

"I'm sorry, I musta woke you," he says, as I pull off the baggy t-shirt that belongs to him over my head. I swap my silk bonnet for a shower cap and open the door to the enclosure. Stepping inside, I immediately jump away in alarm when the water beating down on him splashes onto my skin. It’s boiling hot.

“Jesus, Ro! You tryin’ to cook yourself?” I exclaim, quickly grabbing the tap, my wrist frantically twisting the knob to adjust the temperature to a less dangerous degree. He hasn’t flinched once. I steer him away from the water, then slip around to his front and wrap him up in a hug that he clearly, desperately, needs. His body stiffens, hesitant at first, before he sags against me and locks his arms around my waist. His face is tucked in the crook of my neck, nestled comfortably like it belongs there. I can feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. Just keep holding me until you’re ready,” I whisper, combing my fingers soothingly through damp strands of his hair as his grip on my waist remains tight. Being the macho hypermasculine entity that he is, I know he doesn’t like it when I see him like this. But relationships are about sticking together through the good times and the bad. I’ll always be there to see him through both.

“I coulda sworn you won your match tonight. What’s wrong?” I lure him in with a coaxing peck to his shoulder, hoping to quicken his response time.

After several seconds of hesitation, he gives in. “I warned them both,” he starts to vent. “I knew it would come to this. You saw for yourself tonight what happens when you become selfish and greedy. All I ever wanted to do was keep my family together, elevate them and their careers. Those two ingrates turned against me and made me out to be some kind of monster. Conspired with the Elders behind my back and questioned my place as the Head of the Table. Now they’re at each other’s throats and our entire family looks weak! I warned 'em, I told 'em-”

"Hey, hey, hey,” I gently shush him, lifting his face so our eyes meet. My heart sinks from how despondent he looks. “Breathe, baby, breathe. Deep breath.” I wait for him to do so, feeling his chest rise and fall against mine, inhaling and exhaling. But his mind is clearly still on his cousins.

“This is all on them,” he continues. “They refused to see the big picture and now it’s gone to shit.” He licks his lips and his eyes are glazed. “The family wants me to intervene, but fuck that. Not after they tried to destroy everything I’ve worked my ass off for the last three years. As far as I’m concerned, they’re dead to me.”

"Don’t say that. Families fight all the time. It’s going to be fine,” I vow, even though I'm in no position to promise such a thing. “Come here." I gently prompt him to turn around, and watch for a few seconds as the less scalding shower stream pelts his shoulders with water. The tribal tattoo adorning the right side of his back is majestic and intimidating up close, and I never pass up the chance to idolize the intricate design. “I want you to relax for me, okay?”

He reaches out and braces his hands on the wall in front of him while I run mine up his back to slowly knead his shoulders, working the tense flesh. His muscles are tight and I do my best to ease them up with my amateur masseuse skills, gleefully aware that I love touching him anyway.

I move down to the middle of his back, and he starts to relax under my touch. As I’m about to retrace my route, I lean in and press soft kisses to his back right before massaging that same spot. Roman exhales again, suggesting he is calmer now, but only just. He’s a tough man to crack, so it feels good each time I become more conversant with his…complexities, if you will. Our relationship is relatively new…We only just met in February this year. I was not a wrestling fan growing up, but I’ve since plunged headfirst into the circus-like controlled chaos that only a pro wrestler is capable of living in. In my defense, it’s easy to dive in when it’s with a man as sweet, charming and criminally sexy as Roman Reigns. Of course, it’s not all rainbows and roses; his prolonged absences, our bitter exes and his psychotic fan girls spring to mind. But I won't change a thing as it’s only made us stronger together. Every day I wonder where he has been all my life, and I want to be with him forever. Yes. I’m in that tight of a chokehold. It’s a whole lot sexier when he’s actually doing the choking.

“You know, other people woulda buckled under the pressure and responsibility long ago. But here you are, standing tall despite the setbacks. That says a lot about you, big boy,” I say to him, my hands still at work. “You’re still the Champ, the longest reign in the last thirty plus years. The twins may have turned their backs on you, but best believe I won’t. I never will.”

Roman scoffs cynically and shakes his head. “Right. Everyone leaves me in the end. Seth. Mox. My ex-wife. Sami. Even Heyman abandoned me once. Now my own cousins.”

��Well, I ain’t none of them,” I answer smoothly, as he turns around to face me.

“I'm not a bad person, Y/N,” he insists, his eyes pleading, as though he’s desperate for me to believe him. I do. I take his hands in mine and stare into his chocolate-colored eyes.

“I know you’re not. You’re not afraid to speak your mind, and you don’t take shit from nobody. You’re passionate and you stand your ground and fight for what’s yours. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, it’s sexy to me.”

His eyes twinkle mischievously at my choice of words. “Sexy, huh?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m learning a lot about this sweet, sexy man I’m sleeping with and falling in love with.”

The sudden silence that follows is amplified by the rush of the shower water. The look in Roman’s eyes is so intense that my knees grow weak. It’s not the most picture-perfect setting to utter the L word for the very first time, but witnessing first-hand the ferocity with which he defends his pride and his legacy has sparked a wave of awe and devotion and yes, love…through me that I can no longer keep to myself.

"I'm sorry I came back so late. I needed to clear my head,” he says softly, his hand lifting to caress my cheek. The anger in his voice has disappeared, while his eyes and demeanor are much softer…My little declaration has penetrated his armor. He looks down sheepishly at his feet and wets his lips before speaking again. “I kinda feel like I’ve been neglecting you, too…” he adds.

He’s such a sweetheart. To be fair, he’s made up for it by flying me to London, New York and now Detroit to be with him. The beautiful part is, I know I’m not the only one in love…His actions and gestures lately have spoken volumes. But if he’s not ready to say it back, he doesn’t have to. I just need him to know that he has my heart and I’ll always be by his side no matter what.

Pressing my body more firmly against his, my arms wind around his middle as I leave delicate licks and kisses all over his tattooed pec, right over the spot where his heart beats. I hope every day that it’s me his heart beats for.

“I know how frustrated you are about what’s going on. It sucks to feel like you’re losing control,” I tell him, staring up at him through my long lashes. “I can do something for you, Daddy. I could give some control back to you. I can make you feel better,” I offer, my voice as soft and seductive and as enticing as what I’m proposing. My mouth applies more pressure to his wet skin, and his breath hitches when I suckle the shell of his earlobe. “However you want me tonight, you can take me. Just say the word and I’m all yours.” My hands slide down to scrape his firm backside, and his dick twitches between our naked bodies, the exact reaction I yearn for.

For a long moment, he says nothing, only stares at me with his smoldering gaze. The energy simmers between us, and it boils over when he grabs my face and presses his lips to mine. Instantly my skin prickles and my heart pounds as we plunge headlong into each other. Our heads tilt from side to side, our tongues dance together as the water cascades around us, and I lose myself to the heat of our embrace.

Feeling dastardly, I break the kiss to slip his finger into my mouth. My lips drag along his long index finger, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. I suck on it like I am sucking something else, bigger, and the memory has him groaning deeply, his erection straining impatiently against my belly.

“Get on your knees and do that with my dick,” he orders.

Now we’re talking.

Leaning in for one more kiss, I trail my tongue along his throat and down his torso until I’m kneeling on the tiled floor. I wrap my right hand around the base of his engorged dick and tug gently on it. He lets out a quiet whimper, and it is a massive turn-on to know I can elicit such a response from this specimen of a man. Watching him succumb to me is always sexy as hell.

His cock jumps in my grip when I roll my tongue around the tip. He inhales sharply, moving his hands behind my head, and squirms as I lavishly lick along the underside, teasing him. I luxuriate in his throaty groan as I then slowly make him disappear inside my mouth. I stroke and suck simultaneously, relaxing my throat to take him in deeper with every bob of my head.

"Fuck yeah," he pants, his fingers sinking into my scalp. “Suck my dick, beautiful. Don’t fuckin’ stop...”

Right now, I’m all about obeying Daddy. Staring up at him with hazy eyes, my tongue twirls around the base of his dick again before I switch to more intense suctions, my cheeks hollowing as my mouth glides hungrily up and down his entire length. His moans and gasps echo around the enclosure, causing my pussy to moisten and throb with lust. Gripping the back of my head, he holds me all the way down on him, my lips touching his pelvis. He withdraws and then pushes back in, rolling his hips to go even deeper down my throat. "Shit, your mouth feels so good, babe," he moans, a ravenous look in his eyes. My fingers slip underneath to play with his balls while I suck and tongue him down, and I’m rewarded with another desperate groan. I’m so aroused knowing I’m bringing him so much pleasure.

Suddenly his pace quickens, his hips pumping, fucking my mouth more aggressively. Saliva spills down to my chin as his long, thick cock slides more easily in and out of my mouth. Roman lets out another moan before holding my head down again, exploding down my throat with a harsh grunt. He collapses against the shower wall, catching his breath as I pop him out of my mouth and pat his cock against my tongue. Once upon a time, I used to be uncomfortable letting my exes finish in my mouth. I talked about it with Roman, and he was fine with it. But there was something in me that wanted to please him to the fullest, and not long after our first time together, I changed my mind. It’s an experience I learned to fully commit to, and I haven’t looked back since.

"That was fuckin’ amazing. Come here," Roman lauds, tugging me up on my feet and sweeping his lips along mine. "I'm so glad you were awake." The timbre of his voice, deep and laden with desire, sprouts goosebumps all over my skin.

"I don’t sleep as good without you," I reply, running my fingers again through his hair. He leans down and scoops my right breast into his mouth. I moan as the sensation zips straight to my loins. His hands glide down my back to squeeze and caress my ass. He keeps me tight against him, pressing himself firmly on my stomach. Feeling him so turned on sends more chills through my body.

"You know we ain’t done, right?" he says, “We just gettin’ started, baby girl.”

"I hope so..." I reach behind him to turn off the shower. Handing him one of the bathrobes, I wrap myself in another one and open the shower door, taking his hand and leading him back to the bedroom.

We stand at the side of the bed and he undresses me, dragging the robe off my body. I can’t help but blush as he ogles me like he’s seeing me naked for the very first time. He cups my breasts, rolling them in his hands as he kisses me passionately. I tug his robe down his shoulders as I kiss him, my tongue bossily claiming every inch of his mouth as my own. His hands travel all over my naked body, heating me up with his stimulating caresses. He tells me all the time how much he loves my curves, but this is more than that. He’s prepping me for an onslaught. He is about to manhandle me like the sex god that he is, and my breathing quickens and my loins pool with anticipation.

Roman detaches his lips from mine out of nowhere, a devious smile on his gorgeous face. He shoves me onto the bed, flat on my back right on the edge with my legs spread. I can’t hold back my moan as he strokes his dick while stepping between my thighs. The sight of his muscular right arm flexing as his fingers strum his long, hard cock, makes my clit throb.

Ever observant, Roman notices me staring and smiles smugly. “You like this baby? Want me to jack off for you?” he asks, tugging and smacking his dick a little harder, a bead of pre-cum oozing out the tip, and my thighs clamp together to relieve the maddening pressure between them.

“Dude, no! I want it in me,” I practically admonish him, almost offended that he thinks I want anything else. I’m about to bust right now just looking at him.

His smile widens, and he takes my knees and yanks them in opposite directions. He’s enjoying this, torturing me, making me beg for him. “My little slut is so needy. Don’t worry, baby, Daddy will give you what you want.”

As his face nears mine, I instinctively reach up to touch him, but he grabs my wrists and pushes them back down to the mattress above my head.

"Uh-uh. I got plans, baby girl," he informs me with a brief kiss. He searches around for what ends up being his bathrobe and draws the long white belt off, twisting it around his hands and tugging it ominously. We lock darkened eyes, and his tongue swishes hungrily across his lips.

“Gimme your hands.”

I obey. He takes my right hand first, and then my left, crossing my wrists together and winding the belt firmly around them, before pushing my hands back above my head. I’m flat on my back and all tied up with my ass halfway on the bed, legs spread, naked, cunt exposed and at his mercy. I love it. I love that he trusts me and is comfortable enough with me to explore his kinky side. I trust him, too. I’m proud to be the fucktoy of my Tribal Chief.

“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he groans, his eyes raking down my prone frame like he’s famished. My breath catches as I watch him tie his wet hair in his trademark man bun. Then, he bends down between my legs, breathes hard on my clit and then sticks his tongue out to lap at my folds. Right away my body jerks, blooming with sensual heat. He starts licking me with longer strokes, working his tongue all over the surface of my pussy lips, then he breaches, jabbing his tongue in and out of me with expert precision. The quiet of our room amplifies the erotic audio between us; my staccato breaths, his lazy slurping, my wet pussy splashing against his deadly tongue. Then, to murder me, he closes his mouth around my clit and starts sucking it lightly. That’s a big ass mouth, and it takes everything in me to not scream from how good he’s working me. He keeps glancing up at me; I know he’s getting off to my moans and my attempts to grind against his face. He takes me hostage, his muscled arms winding around my thighs to hold me down while he feasts. His soft groans against my flesh, the warmth of his breath, the scratch of his beard on my inner thighs…The combined stimulation is toe-curling, with wave after wave of pleasure bombarding me like a thunderstorm.

“Don’t come yet,” he instructs unexpectedly, and I’m about to cry. His mouth feels so damn good. He continues sucking and licking, wreaking havoc on my sensitive core. I grip the sheets tighter as my back arches off the bed. “Fuck, Roman, please!” I cry out, damn near begging for release.

Of course, my pleas are ignored. He twists his tongue inside me, gifting me with more strokes over my pussy and my engorged bundle. The decadent rhythm of his mouth and tongue on me is edging me dangerously closer to a mind blowing nut. Just when I’m certain I’m about to disobey him in the worst way, he pulls away, his full lips glossy and shining in the lonely lamplight by the bedside. I don’t know whether to be upset or relieved. He licks all the way up to my chest and clasps my left breast in his hand, worrying the sensitive nipple between his fingers while sucking my other breast in his mouth.

"Imma fuck the shit outta you," he whispers to me in a rough and raspy voice, his dark eyes gleaming.

His promise is a direct hit to my groin. "Do it, Daddy. Do that shit," I gasp, squirming under his touch.

He brushes our mouths together, and I sigh softly as my own juices melt from his tongue onto mine. Roman stands upright at the bed’s edge, bends his knees and rubs the tip of his shaft along my slick, softened folds. He lunges forward in one fluid motion, his lips parting in a moan as he slowly slides inside me. I bite down on my bottom lip, my eyes glazing over with pleasure when he draws back out, leaving just the tip, before plunging in again with a sharp snap of his hips. It feels like the wind has been knocked out of me.

"I'm inside of you, baby. This what you want? Want me to take this pussy?" he asks with another deep thrust, his big dick nestled in my warm wetness, and it’s driving me wild.

"Yes, take your pussy Daddy, fuck me," I plead, my voice catching on the desire and lust washing over me.

With that information, he hoists my legs onto his shoulders and picks up the pace, pushing in deeper and filling me to the brim like he always does. I’ve told him more than once that he belongs inside me, and the pure pleasure in his eyes every time we fuck says he agrees wholeheartedly.

"Shiiit, baby, right there, that feels so good…" I whine, feeling him nudge right up against my hilt. He pulls back for a second, and I watch as he holds my legs open and a thick glob of saliva spills from his mouth and onto my pussy. Before I can fully process this, he slams back into me, more easily now, snatching my breath from my lungs. His fingers grasp my hips as he pounds me, slow and balls-deep, to the point that I’m seeing stars. My restrained hands claw at the sheets above me, searching for some kind of leverage as he dicks me down. He has total control of my body and he’s using that power to make me take every inch of him, literally and otherwise. My eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as my chest begins to clog and my head begins spinning from his long, lethal strokes.

His hulking upper body closes the space between us and descends on top of mine, bringing us chest to chest. "Breathe, sweetheart," he tells me, and on command, I draw in a raspy breath, alleviating the discomfort in my chest. His evil little smirk tells me he is enjoying every second of my agony. His arms stretch upwards, brushing over the cotton material of the belt securing my wrists and twining his fingers around mine. His muscles flex and ripple as he keeps pumping into me. He nuzzles the spot where my neck and shoulder meet and bites down on it, making me call out his name.

"Goddamn, this pussy good as fuck. Every damn time," he grunts. His hands tighten around mine as his pounding thrusts switch to salacious rolls of his hips, grinding deliciously against me while he swallows my moans, his tongue slipping inside my mouth for another hot, sloppy kiss. My legs wrap around his waist, my ankles locked behind his back to keep him to me.

"Tell me again, baby. Tell me you love me,” he rasps in the middle of our intense kissing.

“I love you, Daddy, mmm,” I moan back, my heart pounding as hard as he is pounding me. It’s a stunning mix of the emotional high of love and the carnal rush of lust that I’ve never felt before with anyone else.

“Yeah, you love me?” He searches my eyes, as engulfed in the throes of passion as I am.

“I do, Roman, I love you so fuckin’ much...unnhh my god…”

He has moved off of me, seizing my legs from around his waist and shoving my knees into the mattress. There’s no time to miss the warmth of his body as he’s back to his rough, brutal strokes, drilling me over and over, stuffing my pussy with his cock. It’s like the animal in him has been unleashed, months of family strife spilling over and transferred to me via his increasing aggressiveness. As my orgasm builds in my stomach, I flex against my restraints again, my fingers craving to dig into his skin, to sink into him the way he’s sinking into me. With one more suffocating thrust, I break at last, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, my moans ringing around the entire suite as I tremble beneath him. His arrogant chuckle tickles my ears, clearly reveling in the blissful state he’s put me in.

Before I can blink, he grabs my waist and flips me roughly onto my belly, bending me over the side of the bed. Hovering over me, he unties the belt binding my hands, and I assume I’m free. But then, he tugs both my arms behind my back and re-ties my wrists together. I’m still recovering from the shock of my orgasm and this new position when his dick slots back in my cunt, and my mind is wiped blank, a strangled moan escaping my lips. Roman gives a few short, stabbing thrusts inside me before finding a rhythm he enjoys.

"God, you feel fuckin’ amazing, baby, so tight and wet for me. Damn,” he hisses behind me. Using his right hand, he slaps my left ass cheek and jiggles it. I gasp from the pain and the pleasure, making my pussy squeeze around his dick with a force that has us both groaning. My fingers scrape against his pelvis as he keeps his momentum, sliding in and out of me, in and out. Oh, fuck, it feels sooo good! He’s so long and girthy that I feel like I’m being split open, but I melt into submission and take it like the fucktoy that I am.

His husky groans are my soundtrack as he fucks me into the bed at a savage pace, having his way with me. Clutching my ass in large handfuls, he spreads my cheeks open and plunges his dick deeper inside me, forcing me up on the tips of my toes. Using his thumb to scoop up my juices, he circles it around the puckered hole of my second opening, a keening cry tumbles out of me and into the sheets as he pushes it deep into the tight entrance.

“Too bad we forgot the lube, I’da fucked this pretty ass all night long,” he says with another slap on my backside, and I can only whimper in response. Pinned face-down to the sheets, I can feel all of it. His thumb fucking my asshole, his magic cock stretching my other hole wide open, his powerful tree trunk like legs barricading mine against the side of the bed. My body is so riled up that my pussy reacts by leaking all over his cock, the gush of my nectar sending a pleasurable sensation through us both.

“Mm-hmm, make a mess on my dick, baby, keep comin’ all over it,” he taunts me. He lifts both my legs off the floor and onto the bed, arching my back and spreading my knees wide. From there, he wraps his hand around my hip, his fingers pressing into my flesh, and he rocks me back and forth on that big ass dick, making me move with him. We moan together at how good we’re making each other feel. Every sound resonates through my heated body; the inevitable squelches of my dripping cunt, our skins smacking lewdly together, our sex filling the air with a familiar primal scent that belongs to no one but us.

My brain is on sensory overload as he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against my clit as he hammers into my pussy with newfound aggression. The pressure is building inside me at a dizzying, alarming rate, so much so that I use my bound hands to push again at his lower abs. This time I succeed in pushing him off, but only for a second.

“What’chu doin’? Don’t run, c’mere,” he growls, sliding his dick back in me right before it slips out, and I cry out as he impales me hard on his shaft. He spanks my ass hard for my bad behavior. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Take this fuckin’ dick.”

Seizing my wayward hand in one of his, he buries himself in me, deep-diving in my g-spot, making my walls contract around his dick again. My voice is all but gone, I’m that spent. But Roman wants more. He’s an expert at coaxing more out of me even when I have nothing left.

"Tell me who you belong to, huh. Who’s my slut?" he demands, giving my ass an underhand slap.

"I'm your slut," I slur.

"What’chu say?"

"I'm your slut, Daddy," I enunciate with great effort, inebriated in a cocktail of love and ecstasy.

Another stinging smack on my butt.

"Louder."

"I'm your slut!" I bellow, my voice cut off when Roman pins me down by the back of my neck, my cheek pressed into the mattress. This forces a deeper arch in my back, opening me up to be plowed mercilessly by his dick. The pressure of his fingers on both sides of my throat has me struggling for breath. I’m high from overwhelming pleasure right now, and that menacing coil that’s been winding in my belly finally snaps again.

“Ohmygod…ohmygod…fuck, fuck, fuck!” My body explodes again, and I’m shaking like I’ve been possessed by a supernatural entity. I know Roman can feel it too, as he’s moaning and gasping, a handful of my vibrating ass cheek in his grasp because the grip of my pussy is about to break his dick in half. I’m reduced to a weak, moaning mess as somehow he continues fucking me senseless. Then, with a loud, hoarse grunt, he yanks his dick out of me. One squeeze is all he needs, expletives tumbling around my name as he comes all over my ass, warm, thick droplets spilling onto my backside. I can hear the wet, slippery skin on skin contact as he strokes out his nut, and the sound arouses me despite my thoroughly fucked disposition.

“Fuck!” he moans out, leaning tiredly into me, his drained cock mashed against my ass. “Damn, baby. Damn.”

The rest of my lifeless body melts onto the bed, my arms limp on my lower back, my mouth hanging open. I’m barely cognizant of him loosening the belt from my wrists. When he’s done, he seizes my ass cheeks with both hands, slapping them together one last time before walking away from the destruction on the bed. I haven’t moved an inch. My ass is still in the air and my eyes are starting to drift shut. It won’t be the first time he’s fucked me right to sleep. However, before I succumb to the darkness, his deep voice rouses me.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, baby. Come here.”

I force my eyes open and lift my head to search for him. He’s stretched out on the other side of the bed, watching me with unabashed amusement.

“We ain’t done?” I mewl, exhausted.

“Nope. But we’re taking a little break for now. Come sit on top of Daddy.”

That’s a dangerous position to be in, especially as his dick is still hard and covered in layers of my cum. But how can I ever resist my man? With all the strength I have left, I crawl up the bed towards my lover. His brawny arms wrap around my body and ease me on top of him. He grabs his bathrobe and wipes his mess off my backside, before rubbing my back and my thigh with those big callused hands of his. He feathers a kiss on my forehead, my nose and then my mouth, in the sweetest, most tender of kisses. "You're so good to me, baby. I appreciate you so much," he whispers against my lips.

"Anything for you, baby," I remind him, dabbing away the sweat from his forehead with the bathrobe. "Do you feel better?"

"I do." His soft, beautiful eyes gaze into mine, observing me. “I know that you worry about me a lot, and I’m sorry,” he says.

"Don’t ever be sorry. I always worry about the people I love. I just want you to be okay," I answer.

"I know, and that means a lot to me. You have no idea how much you mean to me, baby girl. I think about you all the time...I feel at home every time I’m out there performing for the fans, but coming home to you is always my top priority," he tells me. His eyes shine with emotion. "I love being with you. I love calling you mine and me, yours. I’m so happy you love me, because I love you too baby, so much."

Oh my god. He’s said it. I’m not imagining it this time. Tears spring to my eyes but I quickly blink them away. "I love you, Roman," I breathe, and press my lips to his, grateful to have this amazing man in my life. Our mouths move sensually together as I glide my palms down the side of his face, smoothing out the bristles of his beard. He lets out a throaty moan at my touch, at my kiss. I could stay like this forever, but my baby needs his rest.

“You should get some sleep. You had a long night tonight,” I say.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I think you’ve forgot when I said we’re just getting started. It’s your turn to fuck me.”

“Damn, you were being for real huh.”

“Course I was. You’re my little fucktoy, aren’t you?” Two of his fingers rub across my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth, as he hypnotizes me with his smoldering, effortlessly sexy stare. “I can use you however I want, however long I want, as many times as I want. Right?”

I may be fatigued from the barrage of orgasms he’s blessed me with tonight, but I’ve since realized that no matter how tired I feel, I’m still greedy for that big ol’ dick. He’s turned me out and turned me into a raging nympho in the process. I nod thirstily, gasping around his fingers as I feel his dick stiffen against the swollen mound of my cunt, ready for me again.

“Good girl.” His fingers slide from my mouth to join the rest of their counterparts down south. Together, the ten of them gather the supple cheeks of my ass, molding, caressing, a devilish twinkle in Roman’s eyes at the hunger shining in mine. “Recess is over sweetheart,” he announces. “Ride this dick. And this time, I’m nuttin’ all up in that sweet pussy of yours.”

Fuck, I'm such a slut. It’s almost embarrassing, the way my already battered pussy instantly flutters at his low, husky tone, at the thought of getting filled up with his seed. I reach down to grip his cock, sliding the tip along my wet slit to lube it with more of my juices. The shiver of his big body as I stroke him sends a thrill through me. His big hands envelop my hips once more as I lower myself down on his waiting erection, sending a jolt of electricity through our bodies as we begin the eternal, spellbinding dance of lovers all over again.

THE END

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joannasteez · 3 days

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strong!

pairing: roman reigns x black reader warning: explicit sexual content after the "read more". degradation and pain kinks! talks of roman losing the undisputed title (a sore spot for some of you lol) authors: fic based on this post. nothing else really. give it a like, a reblog and a comment. let me know what you think! word count: 1300 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @spritelucozade (others who have been asked to be tagged, your tag wasn’t popping up. not sure why)

the shameless scent of iron bothers him. blood about his nose. smearing through the delicate trim of his mustache. the cultivation of such a great mountain of hubris, shattered. undone and red, dripping easy to taint his tongue.

the roar of the crowd deafens his ears. his skin slippery from sweat and his muscles tight with pain from the labor of a great defending and the cold. he lays there, pinned and defeated. a rapturous celebration about him, bright and lively but not for him. his stomach twisting sickly.

the walk is long and silent. his ears ringing and split with an inward disdain. you sit comfortably in his dressing room. a disinterest in your eyes that sinks his heart. and all the words that refuse to pass through such pretty lips speak sharply to him still, through distinctive cuts about his face and taut reddened skin. an examination of him filled with pity. roman's stomach flips again, disturbed. he shuffles to a chair. breathy and his body loosely plopping against the seat. wallowing. you won't speak and he's wallowing. he feels bile in his throat. his eyes squeezing. an unceremonious rise before it falls back to the pit of his stomach.

a tissue paper tears. wet and dabbing at where he bleeds. your eyes falling over him as you stand between the wide stretch of his legs.

"you're bleeding...", you state. fingers curling in viciously to hold his jaw still, a harsh maneuvering that forces his eyes to meet you. softly dabbing stains of blood caked in his mustache still. the contrast making him weary. lightheaded. "...and without a title. what do you have to say for yourself?"

a ball forms in his throat. feverish heat over his skin. a stabbing pain behind the eyes that makes him bristle silently. of all the times to be so recklessly emotional. why now? why here? under such a thick blanket of silence and the scrutiny of your gaze. he was strong. he's still strong! so why does this feel like a great diminishing. a breaking from which he can not return whole again. your grip growing tighter. nails warring against the tenderness of overly worked skin. a stinging behind the thickness of his beard. water pooling steadily in his eyes.

small and defeated. barely registrable. "i'm sorry".

you near. perfume sweetening the iron scent in his nose. your breath warm over him. "speak. clearly".

"im sorry", roman chokes. the syllables awkward and new off his tongue.

a mirthless smile takes your lips. forming more and more disgusted by the second. "are you crying?", words like nails screwing into him. feeling worser than simple little drips of blood. "if you're gonna lose, at least do it well".

you discard the tissue. stalk back to him with less venom in your eyes. taking his face to hold in your hands. the warmth in your palms uncomfortable. a cross examination done by the slipping over of your stare. an appraisal. your thumbs running over the freckled apple of his cheeks to assess. not to dote. like the inspection of a beaten trophy, to gauge how much he'd fallen into lack luster. your knee slips in to rest between the thick stretch of his thighs, pressing firm into the unsoftened way of his crotch. a slim sort of panic undulating over his skin. remembering the pierce in of your nails. the stinging it brought his skin. he much prefer that than you holding him with such fragility.

he was strong. he is strong! he can bare the pain. he was made to last.

"my pitiful little loser", you tease. kissing along his face. a trail from his forehead down till you rest soft lips at the corner of his mouth. never giving him the satisfaction. giggling in his ear.

the tips of his ears grow warm. probably red. "don't say that", he breaks. voice horse and tired. groaning as you take his face to grip again. the feed in of it into his skin tightening the space in his tactical cargo pants.

"why?", fingers combing through wild hair to rough backwards. leaning over him. knee roughed into the ache of his dick. the spinning chair singing with a short creak as the back of it bends to take the weight of both your bodies. "that's what you are no? or are my eyes and ears mistaken? is your name cody rhodes?"

soft pretty lips around another mans name. his chest tight. his breath heavy. panicked and vexed and excited. "don't say his-"

your knee presses in. forcing a grunt from his chest. your eyelashes fanning beautiful as your lips twist scornfully. "you don't have ground to stand on..", the seam of your lips faint over his. "...to tell me who i can and can't evoke. four years of good work", the displeasure rife on your tongue. "great work, gone because of some petulant playground bullshit revenge. are you happy with yourself at least?"

roman feels high. like he can barely breathe. stomach coiling steady with a burning sort of ache. hands tingling with need. resigned to touching the handles of the chair instead.

"no", he gives. a whisper.

your brows pull. disbelief. your body standing straighter, your knee still pressed into him. his hips canting with ill-control. desperate for friction. "no?", your hand mushing his head. "no?!", sharper. angrier. "you did all that shit with a steal chair and you're not even happy? real shameful shit".

roman's naked chest rises and falls. heavy breaths and pleading eyes. his pants too tight now for comfort. stomach twisting about horribly. his cock throbbing in his pants.

your fingers slip delicate over his zipper. a slow release of it along with the buttons. the warmth in your hand gracious as you reach and fondle your way in his underwear. seeking the hard heat of him with your knee still pressed into his balls. his eyes dim and weary. "maybe the top of the mountain was too high for you", you give. an easy go of words at the corner of his mouth. a slight tremble in him as he spits over your hand, feeling you work him thoroughly with a sweet twisting in your wrist. "maybe winning for so long was too much", voice pitying. babied and teasing. like he was small and unfit. "you rather suffer without a crown, than bare the weight".

a string of spit from your lips to the reddened tip of his cock makes a greater mess of him. the grip in your palm tighter by the second. warm and unrelenting. the base of his core nearly undone.

"its easier being a coward than enduring".

his head shakes. he was strong. he is strong! perfectly made to endure. "i held it for four years".

you laugh. he moans. his jaw lax and his muscles burning. "and now you're a loser", your thumb circling sweetly at his tip. his hips awkwardly rocking into the press of your knee. "the people saw you bleed. they saw you fail. main event status revoked".

his fingers grow more weary. for the title. for a microphone to plead his case. for the supple touch of your skin. anything but the cold metal of this chair.

"need to touch you". he pleads. desperate. nearly undone.

"you don't deserve it", you clip. nearly kissing him. he can feel it. the hesitation of your lips. full and soft. hovering over dangerously. "be happy i'm giving you this".

"please".

his spine throbs hard. a harsh rut in his hips as you stroke him tight.

"you gonna finish? or is that gonna be a dud too".

and the relief is sweet. an unloading of his shoulders. bursting and full of heat as he comes against your hand. "go ahead", you relent. and his arms work swiftly. embracing your body as his damp face falls into your belly. lightly trembling. groans tumbling off his lips.

he was strong. 1300 plus days. he is strong! made to last.

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v4mp-k1tty · 9 months

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How to disappear.

Roman Reigns x Black!Wife Reader

Summary: After Roman loss at MITB and you let him know that he is always going to have someone in his corner.

Warnings: fluff( idk man🧍🏽‍♀️)

“Joe met me down at the training yard

Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard

I know he's in over his head

But I love that man like nobody can”

-1:12

you looked at the tv in disbelief.

they did it.

they actually did it.

they pinned roman.

as the usos celebrated their win you saw joe roll out the ring and fall to the floor

you wanted to go out there and comfort joe and tell him that it isn’t the end and you can bounce back from this match

but they way he looked on the tv, you can tell he didn’t want to hear any of it.

the camera panned from the usos in the ring celebrating to joe sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest and his arms resting on his legs seething with so much buildup anger.

he flexed his hands wondering how he could let this happen to him.

his chest started pumping at a erratic pace and his face contorted into a scowl and he let his anger out and by letting out a horrid yell while rubbing his face roughly.

you’ve never seen him like this before.

you where waiting for joe in the gorilla and the usos passed through the curtains and the crowd in the room erupted with praises and acknowledgment

there smiles lit up the room as they basked in the love they got from everyone in the room.

even though your husband lost the match you still gave the twins the praise that they deserved for the show they put on out there.

“you guys did so good out there that was such an amazing match, i’m so proud of you both.” you said as your chest ached with so much love and adoration

“thank you y/n, but i think big uce need your words more than we do.” Jimmy said as Jey looked over his shoulder to see Roman walk through the curtains with Paul and Solo behind him.

They gorilla grew silent as Roman strolled through the room changing the atmosphere around him.

Claps rang through the gorilla for Roman taking him out of his bland state and a small smile grew on his face as he felt loved for a bit even though he didn’t come out victorious tonight

Roman walked over to his cousins and pulled them into a tight hug

“Y’all definitely deserved this more than me” Roman said as his head was buried into their shoulders.

The twins and Roman broke from the hug and gave their solace to their cousin and walked their way back to the locker room

Roman looked over to you and you gave him a sympathetic smile holding your chest

He walked to you and pulled you into a gentle hug

“i’m so proud of you baby” you said as he rubbed his head into the crook of your neck savoring the smell of you and the softness of your skin

“i tried my best y/n, i really did.” Roman said before he lifted his head to stare into your eyes

“I know you did baby, i really do but don’t beat yourself up about this, you have so much more you can do and for the show you put on out there was enough to show everyone that you are so talented and competent.”

you rubbed Romans cheek and wiped tears and sweat from under his eye

“i love you and i will always be right here.” you said as you held his head in your palms searching his face for any refusal.

“I love you too baby, i’m so glad i have you.” Roman said staring into your eyes

You and Roman walked to his private locker room hip to hip holding each other as we walked down the long hallway

Roman gathered his things as we were escorted to his private jet to go home.

As the plane was about to fire up Roman grabbed your hand and looked into your eyes at

“you really are my little cheerleader” he said with a chuckle kissing your knuckles

you blushed hard and looked out the window

you really got so lucky.

“I'm always going to be right here

No one's going anywhere.”

-3:06

-This is my very first fic so please don’t be mean. i wanted to write a little something because i was starving for a roman reigns fanfic for so long so here y’all go. (and ik there are probably mistakes but…….yea😊)

enjoy💞

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romanreignseater · 1 year

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Your Assistant?

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, smut, and MORE SMUT!! A consensual affair. And a couple of other devilish thingz.

“Being the assistant to a devilishly handsome man never work out well in the movies. Especially, for the wife. But, what happens when the wife wants you to get a little more closer to your boss?”

A/N: Got this little idea from a thread I saw on Twitter. It’s definitely gonna be interesting… 🫣. *By the way, I didn’t feel comfortable using Roman’s actual wife in this story, so his wife’s name is Jewel in this fic.

GIF: @jeysuso

You’ve been Roman Reigns personal assistant ever since he became the Tribal Chief. While, Paul is his special counsel on screen. Roman needed someone to help in his everyday life. To help him oversee his appearances, social media, and meetings. To help pick up his dry cleaning. To help watch the kids. To help take care of the dogs. And to help his wife figure out why they’re having sex issues?!

Typically, the young and hot assistant never gets along with her boss’s wife. As the wives always see the assistant as nothing but a slut, wanting the position to only fondle with an older and sexy man. But, while you did find Roman very attractive, as anyone would. You would never get in between someone’s love, as you wouldn’t want others to do that onto you.

Roman and Jewel have been together since college, and she’s been with him through the good, the bad, and the ugly. They were young parents having to raise a child with barely any money, Roman’s discovery of his leukemia, and the league not wanting him.

They have been through the toughest of times, and by what Jewel was telling you at this moment. It’s the toughest time in their relationship…

“Roman and I have been having some issues. And I needed someone of experience to talk to.” Jewel said.

“Well, I did have a boyfriend in 9th grade, so I got a little relationship experience.” I said laughing.

Jewel wasn’t laughing. “Anyways Y/N, the problems that we are having is seeping into our marriage.” “What kind of problems is hurting your marriage Jewel?!” You said concerned.

“our sex life…” Jewel whispered. “Excuse me, I couldn’t hear you.” “OUR SEX LIFE!!” Jewel yelled with watery eyes. “Ohhhh… I’m sorry—but isn’t this a little personal to be telling me?! Maybe you should talk to one of your girlfriends or something?” I said nervously.

“Trust me, you’re my last resort.” Jewel said coldly. Ouch… that kind of hurt. “One of my girlfriends had the same problem and said I needed to talk to someone a little younger…Someone a little more experienced, someone who may have a higher sex drive.” Jewel expressed.

Higher sex drive?! The last time I slept with someone… Actually, I’ve only slept with one person in my ENTIRE life. My ex-boyfriend from high school, took my virginity, then moved away to Saskatchewan.

Wherever that is?!

That’s besides the point, why would she just assume I have a higher sex drive?… You know, people are in their 70s still getting down.

“So… what’s exactly your problem?!” You said curiously. “It’s just…. I haven’t been getting wet for the past three months. So… we’re using copious amounts of lube. Roman isn’t engaged or as fast-paced and excited as he used to be.”

I was gagged.

She hasn’t been getting wet and her husband is ROMAN. REIGNS. But, bad bitches have bad days too, so I won’t hold it against her. Every woman is different.

“I’ve been trying my hardest to spice things up. Like, I’ve been wearing brand new lingerie, bringing in candles, essential oils, and I EVEN BOUGHT A VIBRATOR!”

She was really airing out all her business right now…

“Sorry.” She said apologizing for her yelling. “No problem, I understand now, you want to get Roman more engaged. So how about you try a couple new positions other than missionary?!” I said as I mentally smacked myself.

“Sweetheart… if you really like this job. DON’T PUSH IT.. Okay!!” Jewel said as she grabbed my wrist. “My apologies. You could try some new positions or ask him what he wants maybe?!” You said with utter fear in your heart. “I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but he just says ‘J, you don’t need to change anything you’re perfect. I just haven’t been in the mood.’ Like really bitch?!” She said with a look on her face.

“We have FIVE KIDS FOR FUCKS SAKE!! He damn sure was in the mood to make those kids.” You moved your eyes around the room as Jewel wiped away some of her tears. “I guess, you could find a sex expert to demonstrate or show you how to get your man engaged again?!” You said hoping the conversation would just end.

Jewel then gasped and looked you dead in your eyes with a smirk.

“No, no, no, no. I won’t do something like that”. I said crossing my legs and turning away. Jewel pulled me back to face her and said “You listen to me here Missy. This is your ONLY, and I mean ONLY time you’ll EVER do this.”

Please don’t say it, please don’t say it…

“But, I need you to have sex with Ro and ‘demonstrate’ how to get him engaged again.” Jewel said with a serious look on her face.

She said it. Like you can’t just watch porn.

“Jewel, I can’t do that to you or Roman. That’s just weird. My boss’s wife letting me have sex with him.” You said cringing. “You don’t even have his consent and I’m pretty sure this wasn’t in your vows.”

“Girl pleaseeee!! I just want my Ro back…” Jewel said with tears falling from her eyes.

Why me?!

“fine, I’ll do it…” You said lowly. “Pardon, I couldn’t hear you.”

“I SAID I’LL DO IT!!” You yelled to her. “What are you going to do Y/N?!” Roman said as he came from downstairs. “Hey baby.” Jewel said rising from the couch. “How was your zoom interview?!”

“It was nothing different, but I want to know what Ms. Assistant is gonna do so bad that she has to yell in your face.”

My face turned red as I looked to Jewel with pleading eyes, so that we WON’T have to have this discussion right now.

She grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes to say, “You know baby… We haven’t been having the greatest time in bed and Y/N is the solution to our problem.”

Roman was discombobulated. “Why would you air out our business like that Jewel?!” Roman whispered sternly under his breath. “Well nothing I’ve tried hasn’t worked and I know this is the right thing to do.” Jewel looked at me then back to Roman as he said, “How is Y/N the solution to our ‘problem’?!”

“She’s gonna show me how to get you engaged again… By having sex with you.”

Roman’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“I’M NOT GONNA CHEAT ON YOU JEWEL, THAT’S CRAZY!!” Roman yelled. He then looked you in your eyes and began walking up to you with his finger pointed. Jewel stopped him in his tracks and said, “This is not her idea, it’s mine.” Roman let out a deep breath to say, “Why?! Just why?!”

“I need an in person demonstration of how to get you going again.”

Shit… could never be me.

“This is what you want?!”

I know he’s not about to do this…

“Yes Roman, this is what we need.” Jewel said pleading. “fine… I’ll do it.” He whispered under his breath. “We couldn’t hear you.” Jewel and I said in unison. “I’LL DO IT!!” “Perfect!!” Jewel said hugging and kissing him “We could just do it right here, since the kids are at school.” Roman said staring at me.

They both then stared at me waiting for an answer.

“Ohhh, ummm… yeah, I guess.” You said in complete jitters. Jewel sat on the opposite couch and stared at you, gesturing for you to start. You stood up to face Roman and you couldn’t even look him in the eyes. He took your chin into his hand and made you look at him and he said, “Don’t worry, remember we’re doing this for Jewel.” You looked back towards Jewel and she lightly smiled at you.

Ok let’s do this.

You grabbed Roman’s face and started to make out with him. Your tongues fighting one another and hands groping each others bodies. You let your lips disconnect and you looked to Jewel to say, “Ummm, the first step to start the engaging… is showing him a little bit of your dominant side. Fight with his tongue a bit and pull his hair some too.” I feel like such a teacher right now. You and Roman’s tongues glided so perfectly together. And Roman grunted as he took your ass into his hands to massage it.

You pulled your tank top off, and Roman’s eyes instantly moved to your lace bra hugging your large, and supple breasts. “Now, you just have to let him tease you… I guess.” You said as Roman began to grab at your breasts. You moaned and he said, “Can I take this off?!”

“Yes… daddy?” Roman looked at you unsurely, then bit his lip, so you knew he liked it. “Then, you have to call him daddy, he likes that.” You said to Jewel. Roman took your bra off then took his two fingers to your jaw to turn your head. “Stop looking at her for right now.” He said to you. “Okay daddy.” Roman then lowered his head to suck at your perky nipples.

“Let him suck on your tits. They’re big for a reason.” Roman then took off all of his clothes and your clothes. You began stroking his cock to get him going. You told Jewel that in the future she had to tease his balls and the head of his dick. Roman quickly bended you over the arm of the couch, and lifted your right leg up.

“If you just get into it and let things run smoothly, it will all work o-uttt.” You gasped as Roman swiftly entered his massive length into you.

Jewel stood up and Roman lifted his hand towards her to stop her and then said, “You on birth control Y/N?”

“Yes, I am.” You said shivering due to the sheer amount of fullness you felt at that moment.

“It’s cool J, this is what you wanted.” Jewel sat back down and watched. Roman began to pound into your swollen cunt so sweetly. “Oh my god daddy, k-k-k-eeppp going ple—ASE!” You started to push back onto his dick and Roman said, “Keep going like that mama, push back on this dick.”

“You see Jewel, you wann-aaaa… give him the same energy he’s giving you. That’s how you get more engagement.” You said and as you looked to Jewel, she didn’t see to be as engaged as she said she would be. But, your concern for Jewel quickly left your mind as fast as it came to it, because Roman set out to absolutely obliterate your pussy.

His fast burst of pounding sent you to another planet. Your pussy began gushing out all over Roman’s thighs. “AAAAAAAAAHHH!! HOLY SHIT!!” You yelled as the rough pounding continued.

Roman stopped and you gathered yourself. When an idea came into your head.

“Jewel, can you please sit on the couch next to Ro please?!” Roman couldn’t even look at Jewel in her eyes, as they both looked at you confused.

“Do you guys need help or not?!” You said waiting for them to sit on couch. Jewel reluctantly sat on the couch and Roman sat beside her. You went to your knees in front of Roman and stroked his shaft in both of your hands.

“Jewel, when was the last time you gave him head?!” You said questioning her.

Jewel let out a sigh and said, “It’s been about seven months. I just felt like I wasn’t doing it right… I-I don’t know?!” “Well, I’m gonna teach you now.”

You were definitely having way too much fun with this.

Roman bit his plump bottom lip to hold in his moans as you hallowed your cheeks, and sucked on the head of his cock.

“You see how he can barely contain himself with the way I’m sucking it. You like that don’t you daddy?!”

“Fuccc-kkk, baby I love that damn mouth.” Roman said as he held your hair in his huge hands to create a makeshift ponytail. You looked Jewel dead in her eyes as you sweetly sucked on her husband’s cock. You took Roman’s length out of your mouth to stand up and turn around.

“Now… Jewel.” You first said as you spit onto your fingers to smear it all over your already drooling sex. “You gotta save a horse, and ride a cowboy.” Jewel then watched as you lowered yourself onto Roman’s cock and moaned with him in unison as you impaled yourself onto him. You stood in between his spread legs, put your hands on your knees, and began twerking on his dick basically. Jewel spoke up to say to Roman as he watched your fat, plush ass jiggle, “So, you like this shit?!” She asked.

Roman let out a breath and said, “It’s whatever… I gue—sssss”. He cleared his throat soon after. “You don’t like it daddy?!” You said as you looked back to him, he looked at you with worrying eyes. You smirked and started your own assault. You rapidly bounced on him, and set off Roman’s can of moans. “FF—UCKKKK!! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop mama.”

You continued to bounce and roll onto his cock, when you realized sometimes teachers like their students to participate more. Roman grunted as you released yourself from his dick. “Jewel, I think you should participate a little more.” Roman and Jewel looked at you, then at each other, then at you again.

“What do you want me to do?!” Jewel said hesitantly. You told Roman to lay on his side with his right leg propped up and asked Jewel to scoot a little closer. You then lied on your side with your back facing Roman. He spread your legs open and put the back of your right knee in his hands. “Jewel… Put it in.” You said. Jewel looked at Roman, and he gestured to put it in.

“Oooooo, that’s it right there.” You moaned. Roman soon then pounded into your heat passionately. “That pussy is so wet baby.” The Tribal Chief grunted. “Wet just for you daddy.”

“Play with his balls Jewel, that’ll get him REAL riled up”. You said smiling. “Alright.” She said. Roman’s moans and grunts became louder, he started to fuck me at a God like speed. “Oooo-o-o-o—hh my GOD!!!”. I came right then and there. “Fuck baby, oh my god. That was amazing, but I want more.” Roman said. “That’s perfect cause I got one more trick up my sleeve.”

Jewel was now sitting on the couch with her legs spread and your back atop her thighs. Roman was standing up ready to enter you in between your spread legs. “Jewel, can you make sure you hold her ankles still?! I need to get in there real good.” Jewel held your ankles tights and made sure your knees were bent.

Now, let the fucking continue once again.

Roman quickly slipped into your dripping cunt and you said, “Jewel, make sure your pussy is squeezing that dick in TIGHT. You wouldn’t want to let go.” Roman hard thrusts made your waterbed-like tits bounce and he couldn’t get his eyes off of them. “Pull on those perky nipples Y/N.” He boasted. “Of course daddy.” You said smiling at him. As you played with your nipples, Roman looked up to his wife and he said, “Baby, I love you and I hope you know that I don’t want this to drive a wedge in between us.”

“Ro… I love you and while it will be in the back of my mind, it’s us against the wor-.” Sorry to interrupt, but you had something to say.

“FUCK, I’M CUMMING, give it to me HARDER!!” “You want it harder?!” You nodded. “Yeah, REAL HARD!!” You exclaimed. The sounds of his thighs slapping against yours, the sound of his balls slapping your tight little hole, and the sounds of your pussy gushing out all your wetness. You then came SUPER hard. You were spasming due to the aftershocks and Roman then came in you.

“Wow, all that cum in your pussy daddy.” You said with a smirk. “Yeah… that’s my pussy mama.” You shivered as he smacked your pussy red.

You and Roman gathered yourselves and put your clothes back on. “Well, I hope I was help in some way, and would you look at that it’s 3 p.m. I gotta pick up the kids.” You said shyly. “Y/N, I really appreciated what you did, but don’t come by my man unless I send for you… Got it?!” Jewel replied sternly.

“Yes ma’am”.

“Now, get back to work.” You left the house and pulled out of the driveway. “Sooo… I’m guessing you had fun big boy?!” Jewel said patting on Roman’s chest. “I mean… she was alright.” Roman said scratching his beard. “You agreed with her when she said it was ‘your pussy’.”

“Baby, it was just the heat of the moment, I didn’t mean it. I know you’re hot and bothered for watching that, lemme do some of that on you before Y/N comes back with the kids.” Roman said smirking, leaning into his wife’s ear.

“Fine. BUT, just remember she’s just your assistant.” Jewel said with her pinky finger out.

“Just my assistant.” And they pinky promised.

THE END.

Hope y’all liked this one, I put a lot into this 😭😭. Tell me in the comments what you’ll like to see 💕.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns smut

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🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,018 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post am I allowed to cry? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1556 Summary: Sami reflects on his relationship with Jey and the visions of Jey he sees in his head. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

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Sweet Dreams...(18+ Fic)

I've never written for Jey so I'm sorry if his scenes are a bit short. I need to get more comfortable writing for him. But I hope you guys like this one!... Also, yes there will be a part 2 because of course. If anything to make up for the lack of Jey. 😹💓 also, thank you to @moxleyunstable for the inspo! I love causing filthy chaos with you! 😂😇

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader (established Jey Uso/Fem. Reader)

Summary: Switch!Jey's bratty and sadist Sub has been having some trouble sleeping, causing her to act up. Jey enlists his cousin, Roman to set her straight...

Tags: 18+, bratting, sadism, masochism, bondage, flogging, overstimulation, forced orgasms.

Word Count: 2,615

Jey could sense that he had to pull out the big guns tonight.

It wasn’t that I didn’t respect him, I absolutely did.

But Jey and I- and his cousin, Roman- had an understanding at this point.

He wasn’t always the commanding and harsh Dom I sometimes needed, and we quickly found that out when we first started dating.

As fun as Jey was to poke at, I knew and understood that he wasn’t always up for dishing out harsh punishments, but sometimes that was just what I needed… and that’s where Roman would step in.

At first, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of bringing someone else into our dynamic, much less using Jey’s cousin.

So, imagine my fucking surprise when Jey himself asked me to consider that option!

(Past)

‘’You trust him, dontcha?’’ Jey asked me the night that he had brought up the idea.

I felt my face grow warm at the mere idea and of course, he noticed.

‘’And you think he’s good-looking,’’ he said, smirking a little as I buried my face into his chest.

‘’Jeyyy!’’ I whined, laughing a little. ‘’I just don’t want this to be weird. I mean, he’s your cousin.’’ I almost whispered as if we weren’t in the privacy of our own home.

Now it was his turn to laugh.

‘’Baby, it’s not like I’m talkin’ threesomes. I just trust him to be able to do what we need him to do. You’re my girl, yknow? I’m not gonna just hand you off to just anybody. I needa know that you’re gonna be in good hands.’’ He murmured, softly kissing the spot behind my ear when I lifted my head from his warm chest to smile at him.

After not much further back and forth, I accepted.

(Present)

‘’Baby, c’mon, let’s go home. We gotta be up early tomorrow.’’ Jey whispered discreetly to me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I was perfectly content to continue chit-chatting with Alexa and she knew exactly what I was doing.

Only she didn’t know why.

I wasn’t tired at all, and I knew that it was gonna take a lot to get me to sleep tonight.

But if I didn’t get some sleep soon, I was gonna deeply regret it in the early morning.

That tended to happen from time to time due to how fucking insane our WWE schedules were.

There weren’t many people in the locker room who knew about the dynamic in our relationship, both those who did definitely got a kick outta seeing me act up every now and then.

Before I even responded to Jey, I could see Alexa’s lips twitching in amusement.

‘Yeah, I’m goin’. One sec, babe.’’ I said a little too flippantly, then I turned my attention back to Alexa.

… Then I felt Jey’s hold on me stiffen a bit, until he slowly extricated himself from me.

Once again, I felt his warm breath against my ear as he whispered.

‘’5 minutes.’’ Was all Jey said before he walked away to the parking lot.

I let about 7 minutes go by before I felt my phone buzz in my hands and my legs became a little wobbly as I looked at the name that came up on my screen.

Clearly Jey wasn’t fuckin’ around tonight.

‘’Who is it?’’ Alexa asked, looking between me and at the phone I had yet to answer.

‘’… It’s Joe.’’ I winced and she mimicked my expression.

‘’Good luck!’’ Alexa said to me and gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.

I knew that I had brought this upon myself, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

‘’What do you want, Joe?’’ I murmured.

Alexa’s eyes widened a little at my tone, but I just smirked.

In my bratty haze, I seemed to have forgotten just how fucking sadistic Roman could get.

But I was gonna be reminded real soon…

‘’First off, watch that tone… you’re ridin’ with me tonight. I don’t care who you’re talking to- you could be talkin’ to the boss himself. Don’t make me come get you myself.’’ Roman growled, making me melt into a puddle almost immediately.

Roman didn’t have to yell in order to command a room, much less to get me to do what he wanted.

But sometimes that pissed me off- the ease in which he could make me switch up and get me to almost stand at attention.

Tonight, I wanted to fight back a little harder.

Knowing that I could trust him to be up for the challenge, I felt myself slipping further into that tumultuous haze that clouded my judgement.

And so, I poked.

‘’Aww you gonna carry me to the car, Romieee?!’’ I mocked.

But instead of his deep, rumbling voice, I was met with a dial tone.

‘’… He hung up.’’ I said to Alexa, gulping a little nervously now to which she replied with an ‘oh shit’ expression.

Not even 2 minutes later, I felt a large hand casually resting on the back of my neck, giving it a squeeze for a nanosecond.

‘’Hey, Alexa.’’ Roman smiled kindly at the blonde before looking at me.

He was smiling at me too, but his eyes told a different story.

Foolishly, I didn’t think he’d actually come and get me.

But holy shit…

‘’Let’s go.’’ He said and this time, I didn’t argue.

The fact that he actually followed through in such a public way threatened to make my knees go wobbly again and so I bid Alexa goodnight and I followed Roman to his rental…

~~~

‘’Where’re we going?’’ I softly asked after a few tense minutes of silence as the driver took us to whatever destination Roman had decided for us.

Suddenly, an extremely lavish neighborhood came into view and my jaw dropped a bit.

In the WWE, we got paid well.

Though some definitely got paid better than others and Roman fell into that pool of select wrestlers.

‘’I don’t wanna do what I have to do, in a hotel room. Hotel room walls are paper thin.’’ Was all he said to me, causing me to worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

I didn’t reply as we walked into the mansion with our luggage after Roman gave the driver a hefty tip.

The place was absolutely insane.

The area was completely fenced in, with large arching doors leading us inside into a brightly lit and expansive foyer.

I was just admiring the stunning staircase when I heard Roman come up next to me.

‘’Come with me.’’ He said, not bothering to look behind him to see if I would follow him.

But of course, I did.

‘’Ooh, am I gonna get a spanking?!’’ I dared to say, and I could see Roman’s lips quirking up into a smirk for a fraction of a second at the excited and defiant lilt in my voice.

But he didn’t respond.

Roman just continued to lead the way upstairs until we reached a door at the end of a very long hallway.

I was almost disappointed when I was greeted by a pretty simple guest bedroom instead of a playroom, but I said nothing.

‘’Strip.’’ Roman commanded.

‘’Why?’’ I smirked, crossing my arms.

His left brow raised a little at my question, but I just continued to smirk.

‘’Because you need to take a shower...’’ I watched Roman’s eyes begin to sparkle in amusement and anticipation and my nerves spiked that much more.

I knew what was coming and I was not happy.

I hated cold showers.

Hated them with a passion.

That’s how I knew he was really mad.

The second my bottom lip began to tremble and my eyes watered, Roman shrugged carelessly.

‘’You can cry all you want. You asked for this and I’m not gonna stand here and argue with you about it. Clothes off, get in the shower.’’ Roman said, seemingly not at all affected by my tears.

Whenever he reached that point of detachment, I knew I was in for it.

There was no amount of fighting that would stop this punishment from coming.

Sniffling, I started to reluctantly peel off my clothes.

‘’How many seconds?’’ I asked simply and he shrugged again.

‘’If I don’t have to put you in there myself, I’ll be nice and make it 10.’’ The last time he did this it was 20.

The longest 20 seconds of my fucking life.

I knew better than to test him on this.

I was sobbing by the time we reached the shower and I let out a squeal when the cold water hit my skin.

Roman watched it all with that same cool and detached expression and I felt myself getting angry all over again.

I was smart enough not to let him have it in this moment, though.

I definitely didn’t want to have to make it 20 seconds underneath the ice-cold spray.

When Roman turned the dial and the water suddenly became warm, I sobbed again.

Only this time, I sobbed with relief, thankful for Roman’s small gesture of mercy.

I knew his mercy wouldn’t last long, though…

I watched as Roman rubbed his hands together and he paced the room, contemplating just what he should do with my bratty ass tonight.

The warm lighting in his playroom along with the silky ropes he used to tie my hands and feet which felt soft on my skin, made that fuzzy feeling in my head intensify.

I was a little embarrassed that my resolve was already slipping slightly after he made me take that ice-cold shower.

So, of course, to make up for it, I let some of that light and defiant amusement return to my features.

One look at my amused gaze had Roman walking over to me and gripping my chin roughly, giving me no choice but to look him in the eye.

‘’Something funny, you little brat?’’ His voice rumbled.

I chuckled despite wanting to buckle underneath his gaze.

I needed this and he knew it.

He knew me well enough to know that I was in the last few bouts of brattiness and it was only a matter of time before I became a floaty, blubbering mess and I couldn’t wait for him to take me there.

‘’You.’’ I replied.

Roman’s tongue snaked out to flick over his bottom lip, and I followed it with my eyes before I looked up at him again.

‘’You’re not gon’ be so amused in a bit.’’ He smirked, and I could see the sadist in him delighting in the possibilities of what he could do to me.

Saying nothing more, I watched Roman survey the row of floggers and I held my breath while he made his choice.

The second he reached for a thin-tailed flogger; my stomach bottomed out.

Fuck, this was gonna sting like a bitch… shitshitshit.

After the first hit, I gave him the last bit of fight I had left even though the sensation of the flogger’s tails hitting my skin felt like a cigarette being put out against my skin.

‘’Hngh!... all that fuckin muscle, and that’s the best you could do, Joe?’’ I mocked once the pain ebbed slightly.

Roman twirled the flogger and gave me two, more intense hits as a response.

‘’You wanna say that again?’’ he asked, daring me to respond.

‘’Cmon! Don’t you lift dudes for a fuckin’ living? Weeeeak,’’ I said, feigning complete boredom.

I laughed as Roman brought the flogger back down to his side.

I could see how much he was enjoying this despite his simmering gaze.

He gave me a few more lashings for good measure before he reached for a vibrating wand.

‘’You’re punishing me with orgasms?! Oh no!!” I exclaimed, giggling as he turned on the toy.

I had a half a mind to grow a bit nervous again at the smirk on Roman’s face, but still I faced him defiantly.

‘’From what Jey told me, you didn’t wanna go to bed. And even though you’ve done nothing but disrespect us both tonight, Imma be nice. Imma make sure you get some sleep tonight...’’ He purred with mock gentleness as he brought the toy to my soaking wet pussy.

Roman made me come relentlessly and my back arched against the feeling, searching for more.

But after a while, I was starting to regret my defiance.

Every mind-numbing orgasm now started to feel like pins and needles against my pussy along with the occasional sting of the flogger as Roman brought down on my skin every so often, and my gaze became unfocused as my mind got hazier and hazier.

‘’Please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, Sir…’’ I sobbed, finally addressing Roman the way I should and trying desperately to get away from the buzzing toy, but Roman persisted.

‘’Gimme one more,’’ he murmured, his eyes watching my every move.

I shook my head adamantly and let out another hiccupping sob.

‘’I can’t- please, I wanna-‘’ I gulped before continuing my pleading, but to no avail. ‘’ I wanna apologize to Jey! Please…’’

‘’Gimme one more and I’ll get him over here.’’ Roman commanded and finally, I let go once more.

My body trembled viciously as I climaxed again and through bleary eyes, I watched Roman smirk in delight.

‘’Good girl. See? You’re alright, babygirl.’’ He said softly, his features seamlessly melting into something softer once we both finally got what we needed from each other.

I let out soft hiccups as Roman finally untied me and brought me close against his broad chest.

His warmth was absolutely heavenly, and it slowly made my racing heart and mind settle into something calmer.

‘’You did so well, babe. Let’s get you in the bath and then I’ll send for Jey, alright?’’ Roman crooned, rubbing my back in soft, soothing circles.

I could only sniffle and give Roman a nod in response and I let him cross over to the bathroom to start the warm bath.

As soon as the warm water and scent of lavender hit my senses, I sighed happily.

A little while later, I was back in the guest room with a fluffy white robe wrapped around my body and under the thick duvet.

My muscles and my mind felt weightless.

But with a clearer mind came the gut-wrenching realization that I was horrible to Jey.

I knew that this was just how we played and that he didn’t really take any of it personally.

But I loved Jey and coming out of that bratty headspace almost always left me feeling a bit crappy until he eased my worries again.

That crushing feeling only grew when Jey finally peeked his head into the guest room.

Wordlessly, I outstretched my arms, reaching out to my boyfriend and I let out a sob as he easily complied and got under the covers with me.

‘’Joe said you had something you wanted to say to me…’’ Jey said, bringing me close to his chest.

But I lifted my head, wanting to look him in the eye when I said what I needed to say.

‘’I’m sorry I was so mean to you, J.’’ I sobbed softly.

I nuzzled against Jey’s touch as he gently wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.

‘’Thank you for saying you’re sorry, baby… I know. You gonna listen to me next time? You know I just want the best for my baby, right?’’ Jey asked while he tenderly held my chin.

At my affirmative nod, Jey gave me a soft kiss that I gladly reciprocated.

‘’Promise!’’ I swore…

Part 2

#roman reigns smut #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fan fiction #jey uso #jey uso x reader #wrestling fic #wwe fic #wwe smut

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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Comfortably numb

Roman reigns x y/n

Warnings: if you don't know this song is about addiction so if you're newly in recovery dont read this! I've been sober almost 5 years and I'm comfortable enough to write about my struggles with addiction. The song specifically deals with heroin which is a cousin to what I was addicted to... Pain pills. How I never turned to heroin I'll never know but I thank the gods every day that I didn't but heroin is what i'll be using for the story since it's easier to write about. I cried while I was writing this but it has a happy ending!!

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @niknakbucks92 @windhamsrotunda @mandeelemons @weirdgirl16355

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Another day trying to get a fix so I don't get dope sick. Another day not caring where I found a needle as long as I got my fix. My best friend had been watching me struggle for months trying to break away from it but I just couldn't. Losing my mom had made me so miserable to cope with reality I didn't care if I OD'd in the middle of the street.

Finding bathrooms to get high in, some of the most filthy places imaginable but a quiet place where I could feel better for a while.

I walked out of a McDonald's bathroom high as fuck and hungry with not a penny in my pocket. I looked around the restaurant to make sure no one I knew was here and thats when I saw him looking at me with sadness on his face "Y/n? Baby girl is that you?" His voice deep yet soft.

"what do you want Joe?" I spat.

"y/n do you want something to eat?" He asked

Everything in me wanted to scream yes but the heroin took over "no I'm fine" I said but my stomach said otherwise. "It seems you do. Please I'll buy you something just sit with me so we can talk" he pleaded.

"fine" I said

"what do you want to eat?'

"some McChickens" I said

"4 McChickens" he said to the lady. "And a large coke"

I went and sat down where I saw him sitting before and waited. He came to the table a few minutes later with my food and set it in front of me. Without even thinking I scarfed all 4 sandwiches down. "y/n slow down! I know you're hungry just take it easy!" He said

"what do you wanna talk about Joe?" I asked

He sighed "I miss seeing you smile y/n! I miss being able to call my best friend and just talk to her about anything and nothing. In the middle of the night just a random phone call" he said

"My mom is gone! What reason do I have to smile? I have nothing!" I broke down in tears.

"hey it's ok! You have me!" He said. "I can't imagine the pain you're feeling but heroin isn't the answer. I know it's gonna be hard but please for me get some help!"

I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face 'i want my mom back joe! And she's not coming back!" I screamed into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me "I know baby girl! I know! Shhhh! I'm here!"

In that moment I didn't care who saw me the tough exterior that I had had faded away and I was in the arms of my best friend sobbing my heart out.

"I'm gonna take you to the hospital so they can help you get through withdrawal, alright?" He said

I nodded my head in agreement. I wanted out of this torment and it took my best friend to make me realize it.

3 months later

Today I was being discharged from rehab and Joe was gonna pick me up. I missed him. I missed talking about nothing and whether.itbwas because he was the one who helped me when no one else did or just because he was him I realized I was in love with my best friend and I think he felt the same way because he'd been calling me all the time and people would say we had the love aura about us.

Josh, Jonathon and sefa we're all gonna be there to. I was gonna get to see everyone who's been missing me. Joe had pulled up in his Escalade and rolled down the window "hop in! Everybody's waiting" he said "everybody?" I asked

"everybody!" He smiled. "I'm glad you're coming home and you're glowing now! You look happy!"

"I have you to thank for that! Without you I may not have made it!" I said

"y/n like I said that night I can't imagine the pain you've been through but I wanna try and make it better" he smiled as we pulled up to my house "c'mon" he said opening up his door and i soon followed. I walked into my house And saw balloons and a banner that said happy sobriety. I turned around And smiled at Joe "you didn't have to do that!"

"no but I wanted to" he smiled at me. "There's something I wanna ask you to y/n"

"what's that?" I asked looking up at him

"will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, smiling at me.

"I thought you'd never ask!" I said wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning in for a kiss.

I heard cheers erupt and shouts of "welcome home y/n!" All my friends were all here and for the first time in a long time I felt at home again.

#tw: addiction #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns fluff #comfort fics #my comfort person #wwe fluff #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe #spotify #my superman #my celebrity crush #my hero #Spotify

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a little self-indulgent hoo au fic thing i may or may not have written two years ago! also: (1) this is short af (2) idk if impraetor-ship was a real thing or (3) if reyna could strip someone off of roman status lololol (4) jeyna! </3

“You have no room to talk,” she all but growled. They were so close now that Jason could catch a whiff of her green tea scent that he would spend sleepless nights trying to replicate. “You serve as evidence that loyalty is easily wavering.”

Reyna smacked his hand away with a loud snarl as he made another attempt to reach for her.

“You’re done, Grace,” she hissed with a promise of finality.

***

“Jackson!” She yelled, stopping the boy dead in his tracks. He swivelled his head towards her, holding her heavy stare with familiar difficulty. “If you leave, then the deal is off,” she cautioned, her gaze approaching obsidian. “You will lose New Rome as an ally in this war.”

He gritted his teeth. “I think you’ve made it clear that this war is against you, Praetor.”

The corners of Reyna’s mouth twitched as she lifted her chin.

“Insolent godling,” she said. “We meet again on the battlefield, then.”

***

“Your first order of business, Imperator?”

Her gaze listlessly flitted over her legion. “Jason Grace has defected from the legion. I officially strip him of his power as Praetor and status as a Roman citizen.”

They all held their breath.

“Tomorrow,” she continued, “we raid Camp Half-blood. Romam.”

The augur nodded sharply, turning to the legion.

“Romam!”

They returned the call with similar fervour. “For Rome!”

***

“Prohibere, Reyna!” Jason yelled, eyes blown wide as he strained under her blow. “Never,” she hissed.

“You have to stop!” He yelled again. She sneered, swinging at him again. “Gaia will kill us all if we don’t stop her, Reyna!”

“Then I die a Roman,” she spat.

“No,” he says, slipping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her down. She hissed angrily as he pinned her with his body.

“I won’t die and neither will you,” Jason says with much effort as she continues to squirm. “I won’t leave you, Rey. Not again. I promise. Let me save us, please.”

Her eyes flashed. “Liar.”

He shook his head. “Cor meum tua sunt, et tua tantum.” My heart is yours, and yours only. “Let me save us.”

Reyna finally stilled as she felt the imprint of his kiss on her temple.

***

“Touch her and this alliance is over,” Jason warned the dark-haired Greek, his sword at the ready. Percy scowled deeply at the two of them. “That was what she said too,” he says in reply, gesturing towards the Roman daughter of war.

The blond sighed, although, unwavering with his hold on his sword and Reyna. “Only because you’d be killing the legion’s main person of power.”

“She refused to help!”

“And now she will,” Jason cut in, glancing at his agitated ex-colleague (girlfriend now, actually, but no one has to know yet) as he says this. “Won’t you?”

Reyna reigned in her expression, giving the two sons of the Big Three placid stares. “Yes,” she drawls, “I will.”

“Reyna,” Jason frowned in warning.

She crossed her arms, turning towards Percy. “You have my word that the legion will help you, Jackson.” He stared at her. “You won’t sell us out to Octavian?” He asked. At this, her mouth curved upwards into a predatory grin.

“You have my permission to get rid of him, if that would make you feel better.”

***

At the quiet pause, Reyna sunk onto her knees, heaving. Across from her, her son of Jupiter watched as she gave into her pain, feeling the loss and her exhaustion.

I love you, he mouthed to her.

She gave him a small smile. I know, she mouthed back, thank you.

***

“You’re pregnant?” Percy squawked.

Reyna scowled at him, however, found her spot in Jason’s embrace too comfortable to move.

“Don’t yell,” her blond tells the Greek.

“You got hitched,” one gasped. (Leo)

“How observant of you,” Reyna remarked. Jason pinched the skin on her wrist. “Fuck you, Grace,” she hissed.

“Sure, Grace.”

Their (uninvited) audience gave an annoyed groan.

#heroes of olympus au #jeyna #this is for the lovely people behind the revived jeyna community - i adore (and have missed!) u all <3

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jxtina-86 · 9 months

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Every Time You Close Your Eyes - Chapter 1

I'll say it now, there is a lot going on that is yet to be revealed in this story. I have 4 pages of notes outline the backstory...! So let's see if we get that far!

Thank you @thesamoanqueen for reading my messages last night and putting me on track. Forever grateful for your ear and kind words.

Prologue can be found here.

AU fic

Seth Rollins x OC x Roman Reigns (also features Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley - referred to as the latter).

Would love to know your thoughts!

Rated MA

Warning: Language, light smut.

Italics = flashbacks.

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Luisa kept her eyes shut as the bed shifted next to her. Fingers trailed up and down her spine, sheets rustling as Seth moved closer to her. His lips met her shoulder, his arm sliding over her body and pulling her against him. His arms curled around her as he continued to press light kisses to her skin, slowly working his way up to her neck.

She let her mind wander back to a time when she didn’t have to conjure up a fantasy to immerse herself in his touch. His hips rolled against her ass and she let herself become more malleable to his touch. He rolled her slowly, moving her as he pleased, his fingers clutching at her panties, pulling them away.

The moves were all familiar, but they came with no emotion attached. It wasn’t as raw or as passionate as it once was. It was just going through the motions. His lips pressed against her back as he moved behind her, above her. She reached out, clutching at the pillow as she felt him pull her hips a little higher, a hand slipping between her legs. Her body shook, her eyes still squeezed shut as she gasped and choked out his name. She felt a ringing in her ears as he slammed into her a final time. He collapsed forward, his forearms only just stopping his full weight from crushing her. His breath was hot and heavy against her cheek as he nuzzled against her, a hand pushing her hair from her face.

He kissed her softly and then chuckled to himself as he moved off her at last. The sheets billowed around her for a second before they landed and stuck to her hot skin. Twisting her head to one side, she opened her eyes and watched him move around the bedroom. Still naked, he paused by the curtains and drew them back so that sunlight flooded the room. Grimacing at the brightness, Luisa reached for a pillow and buried her face in it.

Only when she heard the click of the bathroom door closing, followed by the sound of running water, did she lift her head. Rolling over, she tugged the sheets up to her chin and stared up at the ceiling. The sheets smelt of his cologne, his sweat, their sex. It used to be comforting to be wrapped up in him. She used to beg him to stay with her, pull him back between the sheets, straddle him, kiss him into submission. He used to do the same to her, always making them late for work, for drinks, for dinner, for everything.

Luisa scoffed at her naive younger self, despite the fact that only two years had passed. Two years felt like a lifetime and yet it was barely the blink of an eye. Whatever they once had, was well and truly sealed in the past and she’d given up hope that things would change for the better. Too many promises had been broken for her to ever believe him again.

She stretched and sat up as she heard the shower shut off. The sheets pooled at her waist as she looked around for where she’d discarded her robe the night before. Scraping a hand through her hair, she frowned as her finger caught in the messy strands. It took her a second to realise what had happened and she bit her lip to stop herself cursing as she reached with her other hand to detangle the ring which must have slipped around her finger, the diamond now facing inwards. Slowly, she turned it and watched as it gleamed in the morning sunlight. Delicately she removed a single strand of hair that had caught around the band.

“I knew you’d like it.”

She looked up to see Seth leaning against the bathroom door, a towel slung low on his hips.

“It’s beautiful,” she told him, her thumb brushing over the face of the diamond.

“Only the best for you,” he replied, swiping his phone from the bedside table. Luisa felt her skin itch, but managed to keep her face impassive.

Not that he would have known either way. His brow furrowed as he paused to scroll through his emails. Instinctively his hand scraped over his head and she watched his fingers linger for a second too long at the back of his neck. She knew what they were searching for, yet the knot of hair that had previously been a permanent feature was long gone. Instead, his fingers down dug into the top of his spice, the tips tracing the beginning of a tattoo that was an almost invisible reminder of who she had fallen for once upon a time.

He walked past her without another word, heading to the closet.

“Are you going out tonight?” she called out as he disappeared into the dressing room.

“Most likely. Why?”

“I was thinking of going to see my Mom. I haven’t seen her since we got engaged and she’ll want to see the ring and hear all about the other night again.”

“Right,” came the reply.

She stood from the bed, robe located on a chair. She wrapped it around herself and headed over to the dressing room. She stood in the doorway, watching as he button his shirt and tucked it neatly into his pants.

“So I guess I’ll be back late too…” she trailed off.

“Okay.” He was looking for cufflinks now, a tie yet to be knotted looped through the shirt collar.

“I’ll give her your love?” she half-asked, half-stated as he slipped the suit jacket from its hanger.

“Of course.”

He paused for a split-second and she thought he was going to kiss her. But his eyes were on his phone again and then he was gone.

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Seth’s arm curled around her as they sunk deeper into the corner booth. The bar was still busy, the Friday night crowd yet to move onto pastures new, but Luisa was barely aware of her surroundings. Her finger traced along a groove in the table as Seth reached for his beer. She watched, almost mesmerised as he took a long swig. His head tipped back, giving her the perfect view of his thick neck and the fuzziness of his beard which was in desperate need of a shave. Her own head rocked back against his shoulder and she smiled to herself as she felt his hand squeeze her arm.

The end of the week was what she lived for. What had begun as a group of interns celebrating the start of the weekend, quickly progressed to it being just the two of them. The first time was just luck - Peter had been called away to a family emergency, Brad had a date and Jessica didn’t seem thrilled at the prospect of third-wheeling with two people who wanted to drink beer and laugh about the awfulness of interning.

At first, it was just that - beers and laughter. He was easy to be around, he made her feel relaxed and less on edge than the rest of the group. His lack of decorum made her drop her guard. She felt more like herself like she was around her friends and her family. They like the same films and books and after a long time of trying, eventually found common ground in music as well. She looked forward to closing down at her computer on a Friday, heading out to the elevator to find him waiting.

She wasn’t sure when it became something more than just drinks and company. One evening she just felt his hand brush against hers. Long fingers enveloped hers and then they walked hand in hand like it was the norm. That same evening, their usual hug, which had started a few weeks into their ritual, included a brief second where his lips touched her cheek. The following week, the hand-holding was followed by him sliding into the booth next to her rather than opposite and when they said their goodbyes, he hesitated for a second before giving her a tentative peck on the lips.

Now she struggled to let him go. Sometimes he’d prise her hands from the collar of his coat, grinning and winking as she clamoured for more. She would float home on the memory of his mouth on hers, catching her reflection in the subway, her cheeks always flushing as she took in the mess he’d made of her hair with his fingers.

Seth shifted next to her and Luisa felt herself being pulled a little closer. Her own hand dropped to his thigh as she leaned forward to grab her beer. Draining it, she flicked her wrist over to look at her watch. Patting Seth’s leg, she raised her hand to show him the time.

“Already?” he groaned, his chin resting softly on her head as she chuckled.

“Last trains wait for no one.”

She pulled herself upright, reaching for her purse and coat. Seth stood, stretching for a second. He held out his hand for her as she stood. He pulled her gently against him, his lips brushing over her forehead before they moved through the bar towards the exit.

Outside it was raining and they huddled for a moment as she rummaged for her umbrella. His fingers grazed hers as he took the handle in his hand, holding it at a comfortable height for both of them.

“Any big weekend plans?” he asked her as they walked.

Luisa nodded. “My brother is back in town, so we’re going out for dinner, catching up, the usual.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“You never asked,” Luisa replied with a grin. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Brothers, sisters?”

Seth shook his head. “Neither. I was such a great kid my parents decided they couldn’t do any better.”

Luisa elbowed him softly, laughing. “You’re full of it.”

He shrugged. “It’s the truth.” But his lips twitched when he met her eye and she rolled hers in response.

They rounded the corner to the subway and Luisa felt her heart start to pound in anticipation of Seth turning her in his arms and pressing his mouth against hers.

“Shit,” she heard him mutter.

“Wha-” she started but then she saw for herself. Outside the subway entrance was a small group of people, most of them looking slightly frustrated. Amongst them, she could see an employee of the subway company looking harassed.

“Sir, there is no service from this station due to an electrical fault further up the line.”

“Shit,” Luisa echoed Seth’s previous remark. She tugged back her coat sleeve and stared desperately at her watch. “The nearest station is what, two blocks away? I mean if I run I could make that and then…”

She trailed off, feeling herself being steered away from the station, along the road to where the street crossed over the avenue and the traffic clustered in a sea of lights.

“Seth? Where are we going, the station is back there?”

He shook his head. “It’ll take you double the time to get to your station and then you’ll miss your train home anyway.”

“And a cab is going to get me there quicker is it?” Luisa asked, confused as Seth scanned the traffic.

“Over there.”

They darted across the road, weaving in and out of the traffic. Seth opened the door, gesturing for her to get in as he shook off the umbrella. Inside, sheltered from the cold and the rain, Luisa frowned as Seth reeled off an address she didn’t recognise.

“Sorry,” she started to say to the cab driver. “We need two stops.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Seth, what the hell? I need to get home.”

“Come home with me.” His words hung in the air as she stared at him incredulously. He glanced up and almost looked bemused by her expression. “What?”

“Go home with you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Not like that.” He saw her raised eyebrow. “I swear. Look, I’m just trying to help. You wouldn’t have made the last train from that other subway station and then what? You’d be stuck at the station for the night. What kind of guy would I be if I let that happen to you?”

Luisa scowled but she couldn’t help but agree - stranded at the station on a Friday night wouldn’t be ideal.

“My place isn’t far and I promise to have you in a cab tomorrow morning back to the station so you can get home and see your brother.”

She didn’t answer, still weighing up her limited options.

“My roommate is out of town. You can have his bed, he won’t mind.” He reached across the seat for her hand. “I just want to make sure you’re safe, okay? And letting you go off into the night to get a train that you might not make just doesn’t sit right with me.”

He tugged her hand up to his lips, drawing her eyes upwards with the gesture. He held her gaze as he kissed her knuckles.

“Fine,” Luisa heard herself say.

Seth grinned. “I make excellent waffles.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she murmured as she slid across the seat and into his outstretched arm.

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Seth’s apartment was not what Luisa had expected. She’d seen the cramped apartments her friends lived in, the dingy views of trashcans outside their windows and the constant noise of neighbours moving behind paper-thin walls. Seth clearly didn’t need to worry about any of that.

The apartment spanned two floors, with one bedroom off the main living area and the other up a floating staircase. The full-length windows on one side of the open plan lounge and kitchen offered up an outstanding view of the city, whilst the rest of the apartment was enclosed in exposed brick and timber.

“This is… Wow…” Luisa exhaled as her hand slid across the smooth surface of the breakfast bar.

“It’s my roommate,” Seth explained with a shrug. “His parents bought it as an investment property or something. I think they just wanted him to get a roommate so he could experience ‘normal’ city life or some bullshit. I was the first person to view it, said I’d take it and he just seemed relieved he didn’t have to show anyone else around.”

“He just offered you the room?”

“Pretty much.”

Luisa shook her head with a grin as Seth closed the space between them, his hands reaching for her hips. “Has anyone told you that you’re one lucky bastard?”

“Nope,” he murmured in return, his mouth only an inch from hers. “But I’m starting to think it might be true.”

“Smooth,” she murmured against his lips.

Luisa shivered as Seth’s hands cupped her face, his fingertips grazing her hair. Her own hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She heard the faint squeak of her heel on the wooden floor as they stumbled slightly, her back pressing against the edge of the breakfast bar. Seth pulled back for a second, his eyes dark, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. But when Luisa boldly pulled his head back to her, he only responded with a brief kiss, his fingers brushing tenderly over her cheeks.

“It’s late,” he whispered, his breath tickling her skin.

Desperately trying to hide her disappointment, Luisa nodded. “I guess.”

“There’s an en-suite off the bedroom.”

The matter-of-fact tone jarred. “Right.”

Luisa felt cold as Seth stepped back. She wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of his warmth or the coolness of the obvious rejection.

“I mean, feel free to hang out in here if you want…” He trailed off.

Luisa cleared her throat awkwardly. “No, I think I’ll just go to bed.”

“Okay.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

“Well,” Seth said, his hand running over the back of his head, fingers delving into the knot of hair. “Good night.”

“Night.”

She felt his eyes on her as she brushed past him to collect her purse and head into the bedroom.

Setting her purse on the bedside table, she perched on the edge of the freshly made bed and kicked off her heels. Looking around she noticed the time on the clock on the wall. Cursing under her breath, she opened her purse and found her phone. She knew that her Mom would be starting to worry and quickly tapped out a message to explain the situation. She typed out Seth’s name and then paused. Carefully, she deleted it and wrote instead that she was sleeping at a friend’s. Chewing her lip, Luisa hit send.

She was just about to head into the en-suite when there was a soft knock on the door. Her heart started to pound as she got up and walked to the door. Opening it, she swallowed as she saw Seth standing before her.

Gone were the suit and tie. In their place was a pair of shorts and nothing else. Luisa felt herself staring but she couldn’t help herself. The time spent in Seth’s embrace had certainly hinted at the physique that was hidden beneath his clothes but never had she imagined this level of perfection. She bit her lip as she took in the chiselled abs, taut chest, and muscular arms.

Seth coughed softly and Luisa felt herself blushing as she tore her eyes away from his torso and met his eye. A sly grin was playing on his lips and Luisa looked away, unable to hold his gaze. It was only then that she noticed the garment in his hand.

“I figured that you weren’t exactly prepared for this,” Seth said as he offered her the shirt. Luisa glanced up at his face, scowling as she saw his grin widening at his own double-entendre. “What?”

“You’re a jerk,” she muttered as she snatched the shirt from his hand.

“Why?” The grin was gone and a look of genuine confusion had replaced it.

“Seriously?” Luisa turned away from him, taking the shirt and her purse with her to the bathroom.

He called after her but she ignored him, slamming the bathroom door shut and twisting the lock with a loud click.

As she rummaged through her purse to find something, anything to remove her makeup, she felt the anger boil inside her. Anger, mixed with humiliation and frustration. She felt confused by how the night had unfolded. The authoritative way he’d led her to the taxi and told her she was coming home with him had intimidated her at first but he’d been quick to reassure her of his intentions. Yet in the kitchen, when he’d pulled back from the brink of reneging on his promise, she’d felt deflated rather than impressed that he was a man of his word.

His appearance at the door, half-naked and under the pretence of offering her his shirt, was the final straw. She felt as if she was playing a game without knowing the rules. The more she thought about it, maybe she wasn’t even a participant, she was just part of the game, a plaything for him to toy with. Splashing her face with water, she looked up and stared in the mirror. How could she be so stupid?

Drying her face, she tugged off her dress and replaced it with the shirt. She could smell a hint of his cologne on the collar and her heart pounded unapologetically. Gathering her purse and dress, Luisa unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back into the bedroom.

Seth was still there, only he’d taken up one side of the bed. He was lying with his hands behind his head, his legs stretched out, his ankles crossed.

“You need to learn how to take a hint,” Luisa muttered.

“You called me a jerk for no reason.”

She scoffed. “For no reason? Are you for real?”

“So tell me.” Seth sat up and swung his legs off the bed.

“You really don’t know, do you?” Luisa rounded on him, staring him square in the eyes. “You can’t play with people like this.”

“I wasn’t. I don’t.”

“So what do you call this? You pull me into a cab and tell me that you’re just offering me a place to sleep, nothing else. Then that happened,” Luisa waved her hand towards the kitchen beyond the door. “You make me think that you want something more and then you promptly send me off to bed as if nothing happened. You can’t even offer me a shirt to sleep in without rubbing it in.”

Seth stared at her confused for a second and then shook his head with a smile. “Okay. First up, I didn’t plan to turn up at your door like this. I was getting changed and I realised you didn’t have anything to wear in bed. I figured that you would have preferred a shirt at the very least and it was the one I had in my hand at the time. I didn’t do it deliberately.” He paused. “As for earlier… Maybe I did want something more. But I didn’t know if you did. So I stopped. I’m not really sure why you’re mad at me for that?”

“You assumed I didn’t.”

“I assumed you didn’t want what? More?”

“Yes.”

“And how would I have known that?”

“You could’ve asked.”

Seth grinned. “And you could have told me. Works both ways.” He stood and took a tentative step towards her. “So you gonna take back calling me a jerk?”

Luisa pouted. “Maybe.”

“I’m sorry you felt like I was playing with you. I wasn’t. I swear.” He stepped closer.

She looked up at him. “I don’t like playing games.”

“Me neither.” He reached out and cupped the side of her head.

“I like you, Seth.”

He chuckled. “I like you too, Luisa.” He paused, the chuckle morphing into a teasing smirk as he dropped his gaze and she felt his gaze drag slowly over her body. “I like you even more in my shirt.”

Luisa felt her stomach flutter. “Yeah?”

He nodded, moving closer so his body lightly pressed against hers. “Definitely.”

“Show me.”

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Luisa paid the cab driver and turned to face the house she grew up in. Every time she visited, memories of her childhood came flooding back. She could picture herself in the front yard hosting a tea party for her favourite teddy bear and doll, riding her bike up and down the sidewalk with her friends from down the street, waiting on the porch for the postman to bring news of college applications. It had been barely a year since she moved out and into the city with Seth. At first, all she missed were the people, her mom, her brother, the neighbours. Now she missed everything else this place had come to represent - a sense of freedom, the opportunity to just be the Luisa she recognised, rather than the pretence that seemed to take hold when she stepped into the city.

As she stepped onto the path up to the door, she heard a familiar rumble of an engine. Glancing down the street, she grinned as she saw the Camaro cruising towards her. As the car drew to a halt, she stepped towards the wound-down window and peered inside.

“Looking good,” she grinned at her brother. “Although surely by now you’ve spent the same amount of money on this thing than you would’ve on a brand new car?”

“Firstly, kiddo, it’s not a ‘thing’ as you so eloquently put it; it’s a beauty of a car. Secondly, a brand new car doesn’t give you the same love as this girl does,” Jon Moxley retorted, stroking the dashboard to emphasise the point. “And finally, no scratching the paintwork with that rock on ya fist.”

Luisa rolled her eyes and pulled back from the car as Jon got out and rounded the vehicle. His arms circled her a second later, pulling her into a bear hug. There were five years between them, but they’d always been close. When they were kids, Luisa had pined for her older brother every other weekend when he visited his father. When Luisa’s own father had upped and left when she was barely a teen, Jon had been her rock through the confusing times that followed. He’d driven her to school when their mom had to work double shifts to make ends meet, he’d helped her study for SATs, picked her up from house parties gone wrong and driven her and all her worldly possessions five hours north to the college he’d helped her to apply for.

Jon released her from his hug, but before Luisa could move towards the gate once again, he reached out and grabbed her hand to inspect the ring.

“The photo you sent Mom really was life-size then. She said it was at some fancy restaurant in front of everyone?”

“Yeah,” Luisa replied, pulling her hand free.

“Thought you once said that public displays of affection made you wanna puke.”

Luisa frowned. “I’m allowed to change my mind.”

“Sure.”

Luisa decided not to respond and instead pursed her lips and pushed the gate open to head up the path. Jon followed, keys jangling in his hand, but before they reached the door, it swung open.

“Luisa!” Her mom leant on a stick and held out her free arm to embrace Luisa. They held each other tightly and Luisa breathed in the gentle scent of her mom’s perfume, the same one she’d always used. “Congratulations once again, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Luisa moved past her into the hallway. She spied the boiling kettle in the kitchen. “Go sit down, I’ll finish making the tea.”

“Your brother takes-”

“Black coffee, two sugars,” Luisa smiled over her shoulder. “I know.”

She watched for a second as Jon kissed their mom on the cheek and then took her arm to help her into the living room. She moved around the kitchen making tea and coffee, placing the various items on a large tray before carrying it into the living room. Jon was sprawled across the couch and he groaned dramatically as she wriggled into the gap between his feet and the armrest. Glancing over, she saw their mom watching them with a fond smile on her face.

“How’ve you been Mom?”

“I’m doing okay. The physio gives me these exercises to do,” she reached for a pile of paper next to her chair. “I feel like a right fool every time I do them, but he says it’s helping.”

“How long do you have to keep doing them?” Luisa asked as she watched her mom locate the right document. She reached over and took the proffered paper to study. The doctor’s handwriting was scrawled next to each diagram; notes to help her mom to conduct each exercise correctly.

“Another few weeks at least. Jon’s been taking me.”

Luisa felt a stab of guilt. She glanced over at Jon who just shrugged. “The cab fare is ridiculous,” he told her.

“You should’ve said-”

“We’ll manage,” he told her.

“Anyway,” her mom said a bit too loudly. “You didn’t come over to hear about me and my leg. I want to hear all about last week.”

“I already told you,” Luisa smiled.

“I’ll never get tired of it. It sounded perfect. Just what you deserve, sweetheart. He’s one of the good ones and he’ll always treat you right.”

Luisa felt the smile on her face start to stick. “I know, Mom. It was perfect.” She heard Jon snort quietly next to her.

Her mom didn’t notice and instead was holding out her hand. “Come on, show me the ring.” Luisa obliged, holding out her hand. “It’s beautiful. Did you pick it out together?”

“No. He chose it.”

“Well, he’s definitely got an eye for the finer things in life,” she winked and Luisa made her smile stretch that little bit further. “What about a date?”

“No, we haven’t decided yet.”

“Venue?”

“Mom…”

She chuckled. “I know, I know. I’m getting ahead of myself. But I did get you something…”

“Oh, Mom. Really, you didn’t-” Luisa trailed off as her mom produced a glossy magazine.

“I picked it up this morning. I thought we could have a look through, see what you like.” Her eyes started to shine. “Unless you have something in mind already?”

Luisa smiled. “No, I hadn’t even thought about it.”

“Well then…”She opened the magazine and Luisa noticed that several corners had been turned down already. “Let’s have a look.”

As they flicked through the magazine, Luisa rested her head on her shoulder. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Anything for you,” was the reply.

---

It was early evening when Jon dropped her back at the station. He’d been quiet for most of the afternoon. At first, she thought it was because of the endless wedding chat, but even when the conversation moved to work and friends and gossip, he remained resolutely silent, offering a handful of words when required.

“You okay?” Luisa finally asked as they pulled into the parking lot.

“I was going to ask you the same question.” Jon cut the engine.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. “I call bullshit.”

“Jon!”

“Most chicks I know would be ecstatic about an engagement. You look mildly pleased at best.”

“I’m not like the ‘chicks’ you know.”

“Exactly. You’re my sister and I know you better than most.” Jon scraped a hand over his face. “He doesn’t deserve you, Luisa.”

“You would say that.”

“Why? Because I want the best for you and he is anything but?”

“You’ve never liked him.”

“For good reason.”

“Yeah, what reason’s that?” Luisa turned in her seat to face him. Jon’s face was stoic, his lips a thin line. “Exactly. You can’t even say why.”

“I just know you can do better.”

“Well, maybe I can’t.”

Jon sighed. “I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt. I just want to know you’re sure about this.”

“I am sure.”

“Are you sure for the right reasons?”

Luisa stared at the bridal magazine in her lap. “The right reasons?”

“Yeah, like love. You gonna marry him because you love him?”

“If I said I am, will you drop this?” She chanced a look up at him and his face made her want to cry.

“If you say you love him, I’ll drop it.”

“I…” Luisa swallowed. “I’ve got to go.”

Jon’s palm hit the steering wheel, making her jump. “Fine. Tell me you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” Luisa shoved the magazine into her purse and opened the door.

“Luisa…”

“What?” She reeled around.

“Just tell me why.”

“You know why,” Luisa told him. “You know I don’t have a choice.”

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Red Roses

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Inayah (OC)

Warning: Teasing, A bit of smut at the end, 18+

Word count: 1550 words

Summary: Inayah is a good college student with top grades working at a small bar in her town. One day she stumbles across a man who turns her whole world upside down.

A/n: This is my first fic ever. English is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy this and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Happy reading!!!

"Inayah, honey, don't forget to take your lunch with you today!!" Her mother's voice echoed through the hallway as she prepared to leave for work.

Still half-awake, Inayah mumbled her thanks from the comfort of her bed. But just as she was starting to drift back to sleep, ten minutes flew by and her alarm blared, jolting her awake. Panic rushed through her as she realized she was running late for college. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed, springing out of bed in a frenzy as she glanced at the clock. With lightning speed, she dashed into the kitchen, snatching a sandwich from the plate her thoughtful mother had left behind. As she slipped her shoes on, she took a massive bite, savoring the delectable blend of ham, cheese, and crisp lettuce. Her mouth still full, Inaya bolted out of the house, grappling with her backpack's zipper while desperately attempting to tame her wind-tousled hair. After a quick pit stop at the bathroom, she jumped onto her bike, weaving between cars on the way to school.

As her red bike slowly rolled up to the curb, Inaya opened the door, ready to run inside, as soon as she entered she bumped into a tall muscular figure . A scowl quickly replaced the pleasant smile on her face as she looked up into his dark eyes.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright sweetheart?” he said in a deep, smooth tone that immediately made her blood boil.

“Don't you see people are using this entrance, and you're standing in my way?!” she snapped. Instantly feeling defensive, his handsome features morphed into one of shock and anger. His firm jaw clenched, his brown eyes flashed with indignation. Before she knew it, he had snatched her bag off of her shoulder pulling her into a near by classroom, and slammed the door shut, leaving her with only a cold glare. As he passed by, she could feel him judging every single inch of her body. Noticing her shaken hands, he smirked and leaned over her. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist and held her tight. When he spoke again, his voice grew quiet but the menacingness in his words did not.

“Easy now princess, who do you think you're talking to in this tone?” She swallowed hard before standing up for herself,

''Excuse me?! who am I talking to?'' she asked as if mocking him back, ''Let go of my wrist I'm late for my class.''

With his grip loosened, she moved her arm away and glared at him once more, giving her best impression of 'I dare you' before storming off into the classroom.

Once inside, she found an empty seat in the back, a few rows in front of the jerk that almost ran her over this morning. Unfortunately, it turned out that her hunch about where she would find him was correct, when a teacher came in and called out her name, pointing to the front of the room.

''Inayah, come sit here next to Roman please.'' The teacher said.

Hesitantly, she stood up, walked up to the front of the class and sat down in the seat: next to Roman. Fuming, she threw her bag under her desk and slid into the empty chair across from him. Looking down at her uniform, which she was too annoyed to bother straightening, she let out a sigh of defeat. It wasn't fair how easily she fell victim to his charms. Of course, she wasn't trying to flirt or anything like that, but he just somehow always managed to put her in situations where she felt uncomfortable. If only she could control her feelings towards him.

With nothing else to do, she reached into her bag and pulled out her book, trying to avoid eye contact with Roman. However, no matter what she tried, her brain just wouldn't allow her to focus on the pages in front of her. Her mind kept wandering back to that morning; remembering the awkward moment after he'd helped her up, the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled, even the lingering scent of his cologne still clinging to her shirt. His big body and that tattoo on his right arm. He is beautiful! Her thoughts continued to run rampant until suddenly there was a loud bell sound alarming everyone that classes has finished. Immediately, everyone began packing their things up and getting ready to leave. As soon as Roman saw this, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him,

“What’s going on Inaya? Where are you going? Didn’t we have a class together?” Her cheeks flushed hot at the mere thought of him touching her again.

“Oh yes we did…but I gotta run somewhere. Bye!” she responded, tugging her arm free.

Quickly, she gathered her belongings, leaving Roman behind without another word. As she got home later that afternoon, the first thing she did was open her door and drop her stuff onto the floor. Grabbing her work uniform and putting it on un an instant, heading straight for the front door to leave for work.

At work everything seemed quite normal. So she started with her usual activities of cleaning the bar and making sure they had enough stock for the evening. As time passed by she noticed that more and more people has come into the bar for a drink. The atmosphere felt quite pleasant actually. However, it didn’t last long. She looked up to see far in the crowd a man sitting at the table right across of her, staring directly at her. But it wasn't just any man, it was the same jerk she bumped into this morning. Beside him was a tall tanned brunette that kept flirting with him.

''Is this man following me? why do I keep seeing him, ugh'' she rolled her eyes in annoyance. It made her feel uneasy, but also attracted to him. ''What a pervert!'' she grumbled under her breath before focusing back on her job.

Roman rested his hand on the blonde's curves slowly moving them down to her ass, squeezing it playfully while keeping an intense eye contact with Inayah.

''Go get me a drink sweetheart!'' He whispered to the blonde and gave her a seductive wink.

As the blonde woman walked away in satisfaction, Inayah looked back to Roman confused.

''What was that all about?'' she thought. What she didn't realize was that she hadn't moved an inch since the beginning. She kept looking back at him, waiting for an answer.

Roman licked his lips while eyeing Inaya. This felt like too much for her, Inayah felt disgusted and there was a sense of jealousy that she didn't quite understand as to why she was feeling that way. The air became tight and in an instant she threw the towel on the counter and run towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her to take some air to herself. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, then the door flew open causing her to jump. Inayah quickly wiped the tears from her face and peeked through the crack of the door. There was Roman, staring at her intently, and with a cruel smirk on his face,

''Can I come in?'' He asked. When he didn't get a response from her, Roman pushed open the door , and swiftly stormed in. Stepping into the small confined space, Roman closed the door behind him, giving Inayah a clear view of his muscular build. With one hand he pulled her towards him and kissed her forcefully on the lips. Her body shivered from the shocking attack as he pressed her against the wall.

"You think that I'm stupid that I won't know what you're doing? Or maybe you want to prove to yourself that you don't me to slid my dick inside you right this moment?"

He pushed her harder against the wall and started whispering in her ear, pressing his body against hers. He grabbed her neck with one hand while slipping his other hand underneath her tank top, caressing her skin. With a dirty grin on his face he stated in his soft deep voice

"So tell me, do you want to fuck me or not? Eyes never lie Inayah, you want me to bend you over this sink.''

As his rough hands traveled from her waist down to her thighs, she finally stopped resisting. No longer fighting against him, she gave in to the feeling. With her legs parted slightly, his hand began massaging her soft skin. He slowly began to pull down her pants. Just as he finished removing them, he violently thrust his fingers inside of her, letting out a wicked moan. As he was pushing his fingers deeper and deeper, his lips came dangerously close to hers.

''Do you want me to touch you here?'' His breath tickled her lips. "Are you wet?" His voice echoed throughout the bathroom. Just as she had given in, he broke off the kiss, withdrawing his hand, and walking away with his fingers intertwined together as if victorious. Once he had stepped out of the restroom, he gave her one last look before disappearing into the crowds of people. A feeling of humiliation overwhelmed her as she wiped her eyes dry and headed out the door, back to the bar.

The end.

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