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dnd. |r.r|
dnd is a thing yk…but what’s the fun in that?
warnings: public sex? (not really), overstimulation, poor use of present and past tense (some journalism major i am)
parings: dom!roman x black!reader
“Ah!” You let out a screech as Roman leaned forward bracing himself on the back of your thighs; your knees pushed up to your chest, his rough hands gripping your calves.
“There you are baby. Give me another one, shit!“
You slid your freshly babydoll pink nails down his back sharply, creating scratches—you knew he’d kill you for that.
You clenched around his cock, feeling the intensity of the vein thumping against your spot as he pushed in and out of you. You were ready to coat his cock in another sheer layer of cum for the 3rd time tonight. Wet sounds bouncing off the walls as he pummeled in your soaked pussy. You became overheated at the sensations quickly rushing over your body. Roman paused his pounding and swiveled his hips in circles, letting you feel all of him.
“Fuck, baby…” You softly whimpered at the motion
“You ready to cum all over me? Hm, baby? You’re gonna f—“
Roman’s voice was stopped by the sound of your phone ringing. He let out a grunt of annoyance into your ear as he halted his movements. “Who the fuck is calling you right now?”
You barely heard him as your chest rose and fell quickly. After a moment you blinked and realized your phone was ringing on the charger.
“Who cares? It’ll stop. C’mere.” You softly giggled, reaching up, smashing your lips to his
Roman waited a small second before starting his rapid thrust up again. He pounded into your tight pussy making you submit to him all over again. Each time he pulled out, your walls welcomed him back, clenching around him.
“Yesss!” You cried out “You feel so good! Don’t stop! Oh my god!”
“I gotchu, baby girl. You feel so fuckin’ good. Look at that sweet pussy milking me. She knows exactly who she belongs to.” He growled into your ear pushing her knees near her head.
You let out a mewl feeling his girth stretch out your pussy, working overtime to drag out another creamy gush of your wetness all over his cock, “Ah! I’m cu—“
Roman’s movements falter at the sound of your phone ringing once again. “What the fuck?” He panted feeding you soft thrust, the tightness in your belly slowly unfolding
You reached over and picked up your phone to see your bestfriend, Chantel, calling you. Your thumb hovered over the end call button, prepared to get back to your man.
“Answer it.” His voice deepens from his chest, you look up at him with a dazed expression. His face held a smirk and mischievous expression. Ready to deny him he presses the green circular button for you
He hooks his muscled arms under your legs, yanking you towards him, making you fall back to the pillow. His eyes darted toward the phone urging you to speak.
“H-Hello?” You breathlessly respond as Roman slid back in, the wetness from your cunt making it inviting.
Roman starts out with a slow thrust into your pussy before throwing your right leg over his shoulder and spreading eagle your other one.
“Bitch! You’ll never believe what I just found out—“
Chantel begins to ramble about the latest gossip about someone at work, as you use your free hand to cover your mouth. You felt screams arise from your throat, and you struggled to be quiet. Roman’s deep stare burning into your soul as he continued to plummet into your dripping, over-stimulated, pussy. Never afraid to take all of him, your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“Look at how much of a slut you are for my fuckin’ cock. All that fucking cream dripping onto me. Even while you’re on the phone, baby. Tell your friend about how good i’m fucking you. How good you lay back and take my cock in those guts.” He praises lowly
“And I proceeded to tell the bitch, mind her own business. The fuck I want with her man? Like he isn’t our boss or some shit.” Chantel raves, reminding you she’s still in ear shot.
And also about to absentmindedly witness you have the orgasm of your life.
“Anyways, why didn’t you answer the phone? Where’s your mannnnnn?” Chantel dragged out.
While Chantel adored Roman. how could she not? He did everything for you. He loved her bestfriend more than his next breath. He spoiled you to the coil, treated you like his queen, but currently she was being a pain in your ass. and so was the man currently thrusting in and out your soaking cunt, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Clearly, your man has no chill to be fucking you while you were on the phone.
Your mouth opened on a silent gasp as your back arched off the bed, a warm wetness squirting out your cunt, coating Roman’s cock in another sheer layer. You gripped your phone, surely enough you thought you’d break it.
“Ah! I’m cumming, Roman! Oh my god baby! Yes!” You squealed as Roman fucked you through your orgasm, still pumping you soft thrust, your leg shaking over his shoulder.
You briefly saw Roman’s face before dawning out into your euphoric bliss. A look of pure accomplishment.
arrogant bastard.
“You two are fuckin? Seriously? Put your phone on DND next time. Ugh!”
#roman empire#roman reigns#roman reigns fanfiction#roman reigns head cannon#roman reigns imagine#roman reigns one shot#roman reigns smut#roman reigns x reader#jey uso smut#wwe one shot#roman reigns headcanons#roman reigns headcanon#wwe superstars#wwe oneshot#wwe imagines#wwe imagine#wwe
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BOTTOM!RHEA RIPLEY HEAD-CANNONS
{ Pairings } — drew mcintyre x rhea ripley, raquel rodriguez x rhea ripley, roman reigns x rhea ripley
{ warnings } — nsfw (proceed with caution)
• Depending on who’s she’s with, Rhea loves misbehaving. Either because she wants her partner to bend her over, or just to annoy them.
• Her favourite nicknames include Doll, Baby, Slut, Whore, (depending on who’s she’s with,) Princess.
• She has a lot of kinks too. Choking, bondage, food play, dumbification, edging, orgasm denial, spanking, and a range of other kinks.
• Roman has a soft spot for Rhea. If she comes and sits between his legs, whether it be to suck him off or just for moral support, he’s up for it.
• Rhea has, what me (and all my anons/mutuals), call ‘doll eyes.’ The most ‘fuck me’ type of look anyone could give.
• Rheas very much into gang bangs. No matter who it is, Dom, Damian, Raquel, Drew, she’ll happily let them fuck her till she can’t breath.
#rhea ripley#smutt#sub!rhearipley#the judgement day#dominik mysterio#damian priest#dom!dominik x sub!rhea#bottom!rhea#finn balor#raquel rodriguez#drew mcintyre#roman reigns
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I guess I can update this now! If you haven't figured out by now I love Roman Reigns! I'm also pagan (some prefer the term polytheist because they see pagan as offensive but I don't) and a witch (not wiccan) I post about it regularly on my blog along with Roman. I write fanfics whenever I get the urge. I make gifs and post a lot of pictures.
I admire TRUE loyalty. Apparently faking loyalty is a thing now!🤦🏻♀️ Also seeing people being playgans is hilarious! Saying "gods" doesn't make you pagan, you just look desperate to fit in and it gives hypochristian vibes!!
I DO NOT give permission for my works to be translated or posted elsewhere! I DO NOT give permission for my stories to be fed to AI!! I don't own any wwe or any of their characters only my OCs. I cross post my fics on AO3 and Wattpad. I don't have fanfiction.net so if any of my stories are there that's not me!
They can take away our lives...... But they can never....take.... OUR METAL!!!!!🤘
Im Also a very loyal metalhead! I use it in my stories A LOT!! That metal growl is music to my ears!! I love it!!
I listen to 80s music and some 70s as well!
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Keys:
🫦 - smut
🪶 - fluff
💕 - romance
🤗 - comfort fic
😘 - hint of smut
🗡️ - violence
😤 - angst
Renegade - Au story (slow updates) 😤🗡️💕🫦
Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25 part 26 part 27 part 28 part 29 part 30 part 31 part 32 part 33 part 34 part 35 part 36 part 37 part 38 part 39 part 40(last chapter)
Kingdom come
Part 1
Smut
Mr roboto 🫦😤💕
Hail to the king 🫦
Its all coming back to me now 🫦😤🪶💕
The perfect drug 🫦
Save a horse, ride a tribal chief 🫦
Simply irresistible 🫦💕
Girls, girls, girls 🫦
Holding out for a hero 🫦 🗡️🪶😤
Mexico🫦🪶💕
Anyway you want it 🫦
Bück dich 🫦 😤🪶
Hot for teacher 🫦
Rocket 🫦
Sexy santa 🫦
Ho hey 🫦💕🪶😤
Magic man 🫦💕
Push it 🫦
Wild side 🫦, 💕
Slow ride 🫦
War pigs 🫦
Lovin every minute of it 🫦,🪶
Kickstart my heart 🫦
Crazy little thing called love 🫦
Lick it up 🫦
Dreams 🫦💕
The stroke 🫦
Demon's are a girl's best friend 🫦
Fluff
Hysteria 🪶💕😘
Comfortably numb 🤗, 🪶
Wind of change 🪶, 🤗
Kiss the go-goat 🪶
I can't help falling in love with you 🪶
Home sweet home 😘, 🪶
Scream with me 😤 🪶🤗
The sound of silence 🪶🤗
Angst
Winged hussars 😤, 🪶
The first soldier 😤 🪶
2 part stories
Wellerman
Wellerman: part 2 🫦💕
Sick like me 😘
Sick like me: part 2 🫦💕
⚡ Thunderstruck⚡
⚡ Thunderstruck ⚡: part 2 🫦
❤️You're in love❤️
You're in love: part 2 - coming soon
Head cannons:
What I imagine Roman proposing would be like
Valentine's Day with roman
First date
Drabbles:
Armageddon it
These dreams
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You know what? I am feeling adventurous today. Send me Head Cannon requests. I can do SFW and give NSFW a try. They won’t be as amazing as @writtingrose, @omg-im-such-a-masochist, @itjazzbicch, or @ava-valerie. However I wanna give at least HCs a try at least.
Just send me a wrestler, prompt/kink, and if the reader is plus size or not.
Wrestler Choices
WWE
Drew McIntyre
Roman Reigns
Finn Bálor
JD McDonagh
AEW
Jungle Boy
Luchasaurus
Hangman Adam Page
Darby Allen
Matt or Nick Jackson
Kris Statlander
Orange Cassidy
Jon Moxley
Eddie Kingston
NJPW
Jay White
Konosuke Takeshita
Update: Kink list
Kinks- Yes list
Aftercare
Breeding
Hunting
Exhibitionism
Toys
Edging
Con-non con
Dirty Talk
Size Play/Difference
Praise
Kinks- No List
Scat
Pee
Blood
Knife play
#aew#wwe#all elite wrestling#aew dynamite#finn balor#roman reigns#eddie kingston#jay white#jungle boy#luchasaurus#new japan pro wrestling#matt jackson#nick jackson#njpw
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“Let us be just, my friends! What a splendid destiny for a nation to be the Empire of such an Emperor, when that nation is France and when it adds its own genius to the genius of that man! To appear and to reign, to march and to triumph, to have for halting-places all capitals, to take his grenadiers and to make kings of them, to decree the falls of dynasties, and to transfigure Europe at the pace of a charge; to make you feel that when you threaten you lay your hand on the hilt of the sword of God; to follow in a single man, Hannibal, Cæsar, Charlemagne; to be the people of some one who mingles with your dawns the startling announcement of a battle won, to have the cannon of the Invalides to rouse you in the morning, to hurl into abysses of light prodigious words which flame forever, Marengo, Arcola, Austerlitz, Jena, Wagram! To cause constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the Roman Empire, to be the great nation and to give birth to the grand army, to make its legions fly forth over all the earth, as a mountain sends out its eagles on all sides to conquer, to dominate, to strike with lightning, to be in Europe a sort of nation gilded through glory, to sound athwart the centuries a trumpet-blast of Titans, to conquer the world twice, by conquest and by dazzling, that is sublime; and what greater thing is there?”
“To be free,” said Combeferre.
Marius lowered his head in his turn; that cold and simple word had traversed his epic effusion like a blade of steel, and he felt it vanishing within him. When he raised his eyes, Combeferre was no longer there. Probably satisfied with his reply to the apotheosis, he had just taken his departure, and all, with the exception of Enjolras, had followed him. The room had been emptied. Enjolras, left alone with Marius, was gazing gravely at him. Marius, however, having rallied his ideas to some extent, did not consider himself beaten; there lingered in him a trace of inward fermentation which was on the point, no doubt, of translating itself into syllogisms arrayed against Enjolras, when all of a sudden, they heard some one singing on the stairs as he went. It was Combeferre, and this is what he was singing:—
“Si César m’avait donné
La gloire et la guerre,
Et qu’il me fallait quitter
L’amour de ma mère,
Je dirais au grand César:
Reprends ton sceptre et ton char,
J’aime mieux ma mère, ô gué!
J’aime mieux ma mère!”
The wild and tender accents with which Combeferre sang communicated to this couplet a sort of strange grandeur. Marius, thoughtfully, and with his eyes diked on the ceiling, repeated almost mechanically: “My mother?—”
At that moment, he felt Enjolras’ hand on his shoulder.
“Citizen,” said Enjolras to him, “my mother is the Republic.”
from Les Misérables
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Hi my love! I hope you’re doing well!!! Could I request some head cannons with either Roman Reigns or Seth Rollins (you can choose haha) where even though he’s more dominant in bed he falls apart and loves it when you get your hands in his hair and yank on it and basically just fuck it up? Roman and Seth both have amazing hair and I’m not ashamed to say I’ve imagined this very scenario with both of them on many separate occasions lmao. If you aren’t inspired by this then you can feel free to disregard this ask. Thank you for your time and sharing your writing talent with us lovely! 💖💖💖
Hi, my darling ❤️ Thank you so much for your compliment, my love 🥺🥰😘 I’m doing good, hope you’re doing good as well 🤗 OMG, YES! Why am I suddenly so obsessed with this idea? 🤣 They both do have amazing hair 😍 This will be so hard to choose 😩😂 But, thanks to another lovely nonny 👇
I’ve made my decision 😂
@ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @bayley-no-friends , @aerynscrichton , @sophiewolfheart-blog
Roman’s hair is his most prized “possession”
He never liked people touching his hair
It makes him feel uneasy and uncomfortable
He hates it!
That was until you showed up
You loved his hair from the beginning
The dark waves look so beautiful
And so smooth
You NEEDED to touch it
But, knowing how much he hate it
You controlled yourself
Or at least you tried to...
Until one day he was taking a nap on the couch
His beautiful black mane spread out on the soft cushion
So you slowly made your way towards him
Squatted down and softly ran your fingers through his hair
He shifted in his sleep and opened his eyes
That’s when you got caught
You mentally reprimanded yourself
Until he asked
“Why did you stop?” With his voice deep from slumber
He then placed your hand back on his hair and closed his eyes again
What had always been something sweet, caring and soft
Became sexual too
When he’s fucking you hard and rough
You softly scratch his scalp with your nails
Which always makes his cock throb inside you
Same goes for hair pulling
He loves when he’s driving you so crazy with his cock and (or) tongue and you just grip on his hair for dear life
Or when you ride his face and use his hair for leverage
And you’re still to this day
The only person who’s allowed to go anywhere near his hair
#roman reigns one shot#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns#roman reigns fanfiction#roman reigns smut#roman reigns imagine#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe fanfiction#ask#masochist headcanons#masochist writes#nonny asks#answered ask#thanks for the ask!
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Ok but imagine how hectic Fourth of July is in the Iplier manor-
Illinois is off shooting flares left and right
Yancy smuggled in illegal fireworks from Cuba and about to burn the neighbors house down
Eric is huddled in a corner with his noise canceling headphones and a blanket over his head
Dark is trying to both calm Eric and get a reign on Wilford
Wilford has a Roman candle and is shooting actor posters off walls inside the house
Google is watching all of this trying to research why Americans celebrate independence through explosives
Yandere is literally just setting things on fire blaming Illinois’ flare gun as he hides his makeshift flamethrower
Actor is off in the distance, risking it all just to see dark scramble to get a hold of everyone laughing his ass off with popcorn.
Then suddenly magnum gets a fucking cannon and EVERYONE fights to shoot it, then argues who’s getting launched FROM the cannon.
Host literally has a headache narrating all of this, please save him.
King of the squirrels is off on the driveway doing fire crackers until he cracks one on bim trimmer’s foot, causing a chase to ensue
None of the iplier’s are patriotic they just love destruction
#markiplier#markiplier fandom#yandereiplier#wilford warfstache#4th of july#actor mark#darkiplier#googleplier#eric derickson#bim trimmer#king of the squirrels#markiplier host#markiplier illinois#markiplier yancy#markiplier egos
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One-shot, Pacific Rim WWE wrestlers AU
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The general folds his arms and sighs. What he'd give to be twenty-two again, stupid enough to climb into a Jaeger and young enough to think that's the coolest thing in the whole wide world. Beside him is his right hand man and former partner, who hides his chuckle behind a fist.
"Don't encourage them, Shawn," Hunter warns under his breath. Aloud, he snaps, "Everyone's leave is cancelled until your Jaeger is not decked with boughs of holly."
"Falalalala, lalatoldja," Kingston mutters to his two partners. Ettore 'Big E' Langston rolls his eyes.
"And you, Woods, stop trying to persuade the maintenance crew to paint New Day with different colors every two weeks."
"Aw man, that sucks..." Woods droops, and then salutes properly. "I mean, yes sir!"
If Hunter hears a muttered "Grinch", he pretends he doesn't. Shawn is grinning outright as he winks at the trio, then steers General Helmsley away from the New Day's dock.
"Lighten up! You know we hardly ever get any incursions in December. Besides, you have the Kabuki Warrior on duty. Asuka and Kairi have yet to find a kaiju that can give them a run for their money."
Grudgingly, Hunter nods. "Reminds me of the Brothers of Destruction."
"Yeah, no. Those two monsters had way too much fun brutalizing the kaijus."
A loud argument interrupts their stroll down memory lane. When they round the corner, they see Seth Rollins shoving Roman Reigns, and the latter looks ready to push back.
"I told you, I'm the lead when it comes to the Shield Messiah!" Rollins yells. "You keep forcing the lead, you're gonna lose us both our minds!"
"Your mind keeps trying to link to Dean who isn't here any more. You were about to chase the RABIT, ok? I did what I had to." Reigns jabs a finger at Rollins' forehead. "Maybe you should get this checked out. Maybe you got PTSD like Dean does."
"What the fuck is going on here?" Hunter asks loudly
The Uso twins get between the two pilots and pull them apart when Hunter and Shawn approach. Shawn looks at Rollins and Reigns, before he sighs. "You two aren't working out, huh."
"He keeps trying to take the lead when it's my Jaeger-"
"-it isn't just yours, the weapons from Big Dog are included in it-"
"Shut up." Hunter exhales and rubs his temples. "Look. It's Christmas. Reigns, Rollins, you two are to take a break. Usos, you boys will take this shift instead. Day One is ready?"
"Yeah, they fixed the ignition for the left arm cannon this morning."
"Okay, so you boys are on. Reigns, Rollins, we'll do auditions again." Hunter takes two steps when Rollins catches up.
"General, that's just one Jaeger. You mean to bench either of us?"
Shawn interrupts. "No, we mean that you take a break. Leave the nitty gritty to us."
The two older men ignore Rollins' questions and stride away, towards the cadets' barracks.
Shawn sighs. "Their chemistry is incredible."
"And volatile. What I want is stability. Like Owens and Zayn. One talks, one listens, both do what they're supposed to, everyone comes home safe except for a kaiju. As long as no one gives Zayn a coffee before they head out, they're very reliable." Hunter pauses. "Any candidates for the auditions?"
"There's a new guy, transferred in from Tokyo. A Finn Balor. He tested well with multiple other candidates, so maybe he can be the third." Shawn grimaces wryly. "He was nominated to Los Angeles. Apparently his former partner had a stroke. But he's steady, and him coming here means we have an extra Jaeger."
"The Demon King? I told Joe to put it through its paces."
"We'll get the test results tomorrow." Shawn pauses and looks at two Jaegers, docked side by side, both having the name Horsewomen painted down the side, except one had 1 and the other 2 after the word. One was predominantly black and peacock green, the other blue, yellow and white. "Gotta admit, having four of them being able to drift together has to be a record of some sort."
"Yeah. But we can't send all four out at the same time unless it's a category three at the minimum. We can't risk losing all of them at once." Hunter spies Flair talking to one of the fighter pilots and sighs. "I'm afraid Flair will become out of sync with the other three soon."
Shawn shrugs. "Send her out with Lynch more frequently then, and give Asuka and Kairi a break. Nakamura wants them over in Tokyo by next month since we now have Demon King."
It isn't a good feeling to have to send his best fighters away, but life is what it is. The entire world needs him not to hoard the best to himself.
"What about Heartsoul?" Hunter asks. "They ready to go out? Sydney is asking for some new blood."
"Mustafa and Alexander are ready, but Joe isn't."
"Joe? What's Joe gotta do with that?"
Shawn grins. "You didn't hear? Joe's hooked up with Mustafa."
Hunter's eyes grow wide. "He did not."
"Did too."
"But... Him? Them? Nah."
"You'd think, but they're really good together. If you send Heartsoul away, Joe will wanna go with them."
Hunter thinks about who he can get to replace his J-Tech chief if Joe does request a transfer. Life is too short in perpetual war not to let lovebirds stay together, he knows.
"We can promote Ripley if need be," says Shawn, reading Hunter's mind as easily as if they were in the drift. "She's been working as Joe's second the last two years."
"Alright. Let's get that sorted tomorrow, have everyone ready to move by New Year's." Hunter smiles at Shawn and kisses him on his cheek. When Shawn raises his eyebrows, pleased, Hunter points upwards. "Mistletoe. The New Day has been busy all over the base."
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|ROMAN REIGNS & SASHA BANKS|
✨THE STORYLINE; SHORT STORY ✨
Bio; Since WWE may or may not give us the Roman and Sasha interaction some of us want, I decided to write a little short story of how I sort of envisioned it going. This story will have three parts to it, hopefully you guys like it enough so I'll continue it! Feedback would be great. I also got a little inspiration from @haharollins someone had asked her to write a quick storyline between them and she wrote down a lot of great ideas I loved. Also @moxley-leakee from the head cannons she write. :)
Cast; Roman Reigns/Sasha Banks/Jey Uso etc. Everyone who has basically been involved with them as of late and a little bit of last year.
Warnings; Reminder, this is just a made up storyline! It has a bit of a romantic angle to it as well but this is not to disrespect their spouses in anyway, this is just for fun. If you don't really care for them to have that type of interaction, then this isn't the type of story for you. No sexual content involved either, just a regular storyline between the two.
|PART ONE|
November 13, 2020
Survivor Series was slowly approaching. The faces of SmackDown knew what was coming their way; Roman would be facing Drew McIntyre, and Sasha would be facing Asuka. However, the sudden, yet "untouchable" thorn in Sasha's side had attacked her after successfully retaining her championship against Bayley. Carmella's eyes were on the title, and even though Sasha was aware after last week, she had no idea who else's eyes were on her.
Earlier tonight, Roman had an intense interaction with Drew. During that time, Jey had gotten involved, and entered himself in a match with him. Roman was furious, and after scolding Jey at the top of his lungs, he had trouble calming down for the rest of the night. He stayed in his private locker room for a minute before deciding to take a walk in the hallway on his own to think. The camera's were on him, watching his every move. Roman stared at the ground as he walked in deep thought until he came across the television that was on the wall, and the blue-haired woman had caught his attention.
Sasha wore a cheetah print body suit that had blue accents all over it, and it hugged her body like a glove. Her blue hair beautifully cascaded down her back, while the women's title sparkled on her shoulder. As she continued to gloat into the microphone, Roman couldn't help but smirk to himself. He crossed his arms and licked his lips, taking notice of how gorgeous she looked. Roman always had a soft spot of Sasha; He always admired how confident she was, and she was one hell of a woman to him. Sasha had it all, and she was not the same girl he had tag-teamed with four years ago. He never would've thought that there would be a day they would be champions at the same time, but he never complained. If he could have it his way, he would keep it this way; It wasn't like he was going to lose his title anytime soon, and neither was she. Roman knew he was the best of the best, including her. He believed in her.
All of a sudden, Bayley's theme had interuppted Sasha. When Sasha wasn't looking, out of nowhere, Carmella had turned her around and super-kicked her in the face. Roman's smirk fell from his face and a slightly angered expression appeared as Carmella continued to beat her down. Carmella stood tall against Sasha; The camera switched back onto him and Roman sighed, looking away from the TV briefly.
"And there's the Universal Champion--Wait, What is he doing?" Michael Cole confusingly questioned into his headset.
"I don't know, Cole." Corey Graves replied, confused as well.
Roman's eyes wondered around in thought until he got a bright idea. He slowly looked back at the screen, watching Carmella leave Sasha alone in the ring. He unfolded his arms, biting his lip from holding back a smile, then he walked away from the television.
The cameras switched back onto Michael Cole and Corey Graves, and they stared at each other with a weird look. Then they looked back at the camera.
"It looks like the Universal Champion, Roman Reigns has something up his sleeve for the Women's Champion, Sasha Banks?" Michael Cole in a curious tone,
"Am I the only one that's still confused?" Corey Graves adds, "What is he thinking? And why would he want to have anything to do with Sasha?"
Michael Cole shrugs, "I guess we're going to have to find out next week." Then they moved on to talk about the other matches and segments.
November 20th, 2020
After getting attacked by Carmella, for the hundredth time, the boss finally began to feel defeated; This wasn't like her at all, and she was so confused. She was humiliated week after week, and now she was taken down in front of Asuka right before Survivor Series. What if the locker room thought she was weak? Or that her title reign would be shorter than all of her others combined? She was the boss but it didn't feel like it at the moment to her. She wondered if Carmella came to her like a real woman, then this would've went differently--but, it was clear that she had time and time again to put a stop to her surprises, and she didn't. Sasha knew that Carmella was after her, but she didn't have confidence in herself that she would be victorious in this fued when it was over.
The camera shot was back on the Women's Champion after Roman and Drew's contract signing was over. She said in the trainer's office, sitting down with her title lying next her. Her head was laid against wall in pain, and the trainer gave her an ice pack to put on her head for the time being. She sighed, quietly thanking him. Then, without a knock, the door opened. It revealed the Universal Champion along with his special counsel and his cousin, Jey Uso.
The two made eye contact with each other in an instant, and silence lingered in the room. Sasha slowly brought the ice pack down from her head, and she experienced a tingly feeling in her stomach. Despite her hidden enjoyment of seeing the Samoan, her eyebrows furrowed a little bit; What brought him here? The pair hadn't interacted in a long time. Not intentionally either, but time passed and they of course went their own separate ways after they had last been together. It might've been awhile, but the chemistry was still there. It never left; It was more than evident at this moment. Even though they knew each other, they were two totally different people than they were four years ago.
Roman switched his attention onto the trainer, giving him an intense expression before looking straight ahead, "Paul.." He said in an awaiting tone. Sasha looked between Paul, Jey, and the trainer. Paul nodded his head politely, signaling Jey and waved his hand over at the trainer to leave the room. The trainer nervously exited the room in fear, Paul and Jey followed behind him, closing the door shut. Roman and Sasha were left alone. Not being able to hold his gaze any longer, she looked down embarrassingly. He probably saw what happened, she thought.
Roman walked further in the room an stopped in front of her, but not too close to where it would make her uncomfortable, "May I?" He asked calmly, and his deep voice made her even more nervous by the second. She nodded, refusing to look at him still.
The head of the table set his title down onto the seat not too far away from him, and sat down next to the beaten up woman. He closed his hands together, resting his arms on his knees and he turned his head to look at Sasha, "I've been in your shoes."
Sasha played with her fingers while she listened to him speak. Normally, she probably would've had a rebuttal, but she felt so broken down that she had no choice but to stay quiet. Roman's attention stayed solely on her as he continued, "I can read you like an open book, Sasha. I know you."
His words replayed in her head like a broken record player; It struck a cord within her and she felt lost. What did he mean by that? What was he implying?
She finally stopped playing with her fingers and their eyes met. Roman could see the sudden confusion yet sadness right through her, which made him even more determined to get his point across.
"I know you've been beating yourself up, and I know that you've been doubting yourself, but this isn't you." Roman paused, "I know what you're going through. I've been through it all, seen it all, and heard it all. I know that people have been tearing you down for being champion; Bayley has said countless times how much you don't deserve it, and Carmella hasn't wasted any time in making sure that you lose your title. But who gives a damn about what they think? Or what they want?"
Sasha's confused facial expression turns into a softer one as she listens to what he's saying. She took in everything, paying close attention.
"The boss I remember, would prove everyone wrong regardless of the hate. You're stronger, bigger and better than any of those people. None of these women can hold a candle to you, and that's exactly why you're champion, because you're the best. You make the title, the title didn't make you. You've come so far and busted your ass for this company way too hard for Carmella, Bayley, or anyone else to take that away. Make them understand who runs this division."
Sasha realized that he was completely right. During this time, she cared way too much about what other people thought which led her to become an easy target, and the boss was never an easy target. If she was, she wouldn't be where she is right now. She had finally remembered who she was, and what she stood for, and no one was going to take that away from her. Sasha softly smiled a little bit, and nodded, understanding where he was coming from.
Roman recognized the smile on her face; It ended up making him grin a tiny bit, and he felt butterflies in his stomach which was a feeling that was mutual to Sasha as well. He gently patted her knee, getting up from his seat and slid his championship on his shoulder. Before he left, he looked down at her one last time and said truthfully, "I believe in you."
Sasha and Roman exchanged looks of admiration before he left the room, leaving her on her own. She smirked shyly, looking down at her lap. Soon enough, SmackDown went off air.
November 22, 2020
The score was so far 2-1 between Raw and SmackDown. The Raw men had successfully beaten the SmackDown men; The Street Profits beat the New Day and Bobby Lashley had beaten Sami Zayn. So far, it wasn't looking good for SmackDown. However, Sasha was determined to make the score even and hopefully Roman and the SmackDown women would be the ones to take it home.
Currently, Sasha was in a match with Asuka. The match was very intense, and it had everyone who was watching on their toes. No one was sure who would win since it was close. Sasha was close to winning multiple times, but it wasn't enough to defeat Asuka.
Asuka kicked Sasha in the chest, knocking her down roughly. When the opportunity was present, Asuka went for her finisher but when she least expected it, Sasha caught her right in the middle of it and kept her shoulders down long enough so she could successfully win the match. Sasha let go of the empress and took a deep breath while there was shock written all over Asuka's face.
"The boss has beaten the empress!" Michael Cole exclaimed. A wide smile grew on Sasha's face and she punched the air in happiness.
"And you're winner, The SmackDown Women's Champion, Sasha Banks!" The ring announcer says with his chest. The ring announcer gives Sasha her title, and helps her up so he could raise her hand. Sasha smiled brightly, feeling over the moon proud of herself that she had won.
A backstage camera showed a shot of Roman and Paul watching her victory from his locker room. He smirked, feeling just as proud. Roman turned his head to look at Paul, and he gave him a look of approval before they both turned their attention back on the screen before he started to prepare for his match with Drew later that night.
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Even though the score between Raw and SmackDown was now 3-2, Roman still brought it home for SmackDown and won against Drew McIntyre. After the low blow Roman had given Drew, Jey still came to Roman's aid to sneak a kick at Drew's face so it could put him down for the count for good. After Roman squeezed Drew in his submission, another referee had come out to declare the match. He had proven to Drew, and everyone else, that he was the champion.
As Roman walked out of the ring and up the ramp, he noticed Jey at the top, cheering him on even though he ordered him to leave the building after losing his match against Raw. Once he reaches the top, Jey and himself stare at each other. Jey looks at him nervously, wondering if he'll get angry meanwhile Roman decides to let it slide for the night, and let the consequences come later. He nods, opening his arm up so he could hug him and Jey doesn't hesitate to hold him tight.
When they pull away from the hug, Sasha's theme music plays, surprising everyone who was at the announce table and through the screen virtually.
"Is that who I think it is?" Corey Graves questions.
"It's Sasha Banks!" Michael Cole says in a excited yet confused tone, once again.
"What the hell is she doing?" Samoa Joe asked at the announce table.
As Sasha walked out from the gorilla with the title wrapped around her waist, Paul and Jey turned around to look at her. Paul proudly smiled at her, giving her the nod of approval while Jey wasted no time in clapping, hyping her up from her win earlier tonight. Sasha softly grinned at the both of them, and instead of dancing her way out like she usually does, she walked out more calmly since she was coming out to congratulate Roman, along with showing appreciation to him after encouraging her.
Roman didn't turn around right away, but couldn't help but smirk at the sound of her music. He licked his lips, and turned around to see her approaching him. She stood right next to him, and a small smile grew across her face as he looked down at her, admiring her beauty. He couldn't of been more proud of her. Roman switched his title onto his other hand, and held his hand out to her. Sasha looked down at his hand, and gently took a hold of it. Roman brought her hand to his lips, kissing the top of it softly before saying, "I told you, you could do it."
Sasha swooned on the inside by his sweet gesture, and she lightly blushed while she stared at her tribal chief, "It was all you."
Roman gave her hand a soft squeeze in reaction of her reply, winking at her and his strong--tattoed arm brought her into his side. Jey stood close to Roman while Paul watched in amazment. Meanwhile, Drew sat in the ring, looking at Roman and Sasha with a lost facial expression on his face.
Roman looked down at his title in his hand and said, "This is ours, and this stays with us for the near future. We'll take down what we want to." Then he raises his title above his head proudly, and Jey wraps his arm around Roman's shoulder. Roman looks down at me, and nods, signaling me to do the same. Sasha unbuckles her title from her waist, and holds her title above her head as well as Roman's theme music cues shortly after.
"Wait, does this mean that the head of the table has formed an alliance with the boss?" Michael Cole says in a surprised tone.
"This should be good." Samoa Joe adds, speaking what everyone else might've been thinking. After a lingering silence from the announce table, the program cuts to commerical.
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WWE Preference: Introductions
Roman Reigns
Seth Rollins
Finn Balor
Baron Corbin
AJ Styles
Jey Uso
Warnings: tiniest bit of language
These are kind of long...
Roman Reigns
You hopped in place while you were waiting in the gorilla. Shit was going down in the ring, and no one had a clue you were there. Only the Authority knew, because they were who brought you to WWE. The last four years you were having the time of your life in Ring of Honor, but it was time for this. Stephanie had spearheaded the attempt to recruit you, and she quickly became someone you looked up to. She was everything you wanted to be: strong, intelligent, and elegant. Well, from the short time of knowing her, that was your perception of her. You didn’t follow WWE. All you were told was the Shield and the Authority were bitter enemies and you were more than willing to take up the Authority’s cause - especially after the way Stephanie painted the story. If your focus were tangible it would have burned straight through the curtains. You could hear the commotion of the six men in the ring. Randy, Kane, and Batista were in a straight up brawl with Roman, Seth, and Dean. It was your turn to stir the pot. No music, you slipped through the curtain and strolled down the ramp. The men in the ring didn’t notice you at all, but Hunter and Stephanie welcomed you to the side of the ring with open arms. There was a good portion of the crowd who recognized you. Seth and Dean took a couple of suicide dives off the right side of the ring, and as they were getting up, they saw you and paused. You gave them a wink before your eyes went back to the ring. Randy was to your left in the corner closest to you, and Roman was sizing him up for a spear. You already knew what you wanted to do, and Stephanie placed a hand on your back, silently affirming your decision. Roman’s ‘oo-ah’ was your signal. At the same time you slid into the ring, Seth was up on the apron warning Roman. All you did was block his path to Randy, and the entire fight came to a screeching halt. Roman was able to stop himself, but only inches from you. He was just tall enough that you had to look up at him. You put your hands on your hips, smirked, and stared him down. This was a trick you’d used a thousand times before and every time it rattled the man across from you, but not this time. Roman dipped his glare to your eye level and moved closer. It took you off guard. They assured you Roman would immediately back away, but tonight he was too pumped up. The strangest sensation came over you when you found yourself fighting the urge to back away. He was fired up from the fight, and his pent up aggression was causing his body to shake.
“Get out of my way.” He growled. He was not what you expected. None of this was. In your mind they were pissy little brats, and that was not who was standing in front of you. A legitimate anger was radiating from him, and it made you question what exactly the Authority did to get him to this point. It made you question everything Steph had said to you the last few months.
“Get out of my way.” He reiterated.
Your bravado had slipped away and only a, “No” came out. It almost sounded like a question, and Roman gave you a confused look. You started to pull yourself together. “No” you said firmer. You gave him a hard shove, hardly moving him.
“Ha, nice try.” Dean called from the ropes. His voice pulled you back into the reality that this was bigger than you and Roman. If Steph had been lying to you, you needed to figure out the truth, but you couldn’t do that in this moment. You needed to pull this debut off like nothing was wrong, then reassess later.
“Try?” You ask Dean before stepping closer to Roman and tilting your chin up, “I did exactly what I came here to do.”
The crack of the kendo stick across Seth’s back was soon followed by the one hitting Dean. Kane and Batista had Seth and Dean in a corner. Roman looked from them back to you.
“Ball’s in your yard now, Big Dog.” You teased him. A ripple went through his jaw as he finally moved out of the ring and helped Seth and Dean over the barrier. Once he felt they were at a safe distance, Roman turned to look back and you were still watching them. The rest of The Authority was laughing and celebrating in the retreat as they slid into the ring around you, but not you. Your eyes held his a few more seconds until Randy laid an arm around your shoulders and whispered into your ear. Seth and Dean pulled Roman away as you faked a smile and let Randy do the same.
Seth Rollins
William Regal had done this for you because he knew there would be no stopping you anyways. Sure you’d be a great singles competitor to have in NXT now that your tag partner was out for an indefinite amount of time due to injury, but you were a loose, red-hot cannon with a single target: Lacey Evans. She had just slipped out of your grasp, finding out she’d been called up to Raw at the very TakeOver she took your partner from you. Regal was with you when you got the news...both about your partner and about Lacey.
“There’s no choice is there?” He said quietly as you stared at a wall.
The next Monday night Seth was delivering a promo when Lacey interrupted him. She was her arrogant self as she mocked him and the crowd and announced her arrival to the red brand. As she was explaining her mission to classy up Monday Night Raw, much to the annoyance of everyone else involved, your music hit. It was truly unexpected and the crowd went crazy. Seth was the most confused. He hadn’t met either of you in his life, and wasn’t quite sure how he found himself in the middle of this.
Lacey let out a laugh, “Aren’t there suppose to be two of you?”
You saw red and the next thing you knew you were on top of her. Before you knew it a big arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you off of her. You watched her roll into the corner as Seth moved in between you. Without thinking, you shoved him as hard as you could.
“Whoa!” He stumbled back a little and put his hands up.
Of course, you knew who he was, but seeing him in person was a whole different story. You had always thought he was hot, but damn he was really hot. You saw the smirk cut across his face like he was impressed and to your surprise, he moved out of the way. You went right back to work, only to be interrupted once again by Baron Corbin. His music was nearly drowned out by the boos of the audience.
“Alright, that’s enough!” He yelled from the top of the ramp. “As Acting General Manager, I keep order here on Monday Night Raw.” His words riled up the crowd some more. Lacey had rolled out of the ring leaving you and Seth alone in the ring.
“Oh, is that what you’ve been doing?” Seth quipped, pulling some laughs. Even you couldn’t keep the smile from sneaking across your face.
“Yes...Seth. Not that you would know anything about being a leader.” Baron continued down the ramp. “Y/n, I know it’s your first night here, but this attacking innocent people for no reason isn’t going to fly here.”
“Innocent...” You scoffed at the term.
“Acting General Manager Corbin...” Lacey had grabbed a mic outside the ring, “Allow me to introduce this nasty to everyone...this is Y/n and she’s just angry because she went and let her tag team partner get injured to the point she may not be able to come back...” Lacey was getting back into the ring as she talked. The entire audience booed, having seen it was her who caused the injury.
In a split second you saw an opportunity and you took it. As she was climbing onto the apron she got a stiff kick to the face, sending straight back to the floor. The crack it made was amplified by the mic in her hand.
“Y/n! What did I just say?” Baron jumped onto the apron, “You touch her again, I’ll send your ass back to NXT!”
Your heart dropped at his words and Lacey’s face lit up. Seth saw the pain in your face when you flipped around to see if Baron was being serious. You hadn’t been on Raw long enough to know how things worked.
“Back off...” Seth moved in front of him, “You don’t have that power.”
“You want to find out?” Baron challenged and Seth just stared back at him.
“I, for one, would love to...” Lacey said, glaring at you as she walked around the ring.
“I dare you...” Baron hopped off the apron and pointed at you as you walked to Seth’s side. “Touch her again and we’ll find out.” He and Lacey walked back up the ramp to Baron’s music.
“If he can really send me back to NXT...” You turned to Seth, “I can’t risk it.”
He nodded and took a deep breath, “Well, let’s go figure out if he can.”
He took a few steps before he realized you weren’t following him, so he turned around to see you giving him a confused look.
“You don’t have to help me...” You told him, not wanting him to feel like he had to.
“You got a better plan?” A smug smile hit his face when you shook your head no. “C’mon...” He motioned to the ropes, “I got resources.”
Finn Balor
You walked into your house after a late night dinner with yet another failed date. This one, though, this one had been particularly bad. No basic etiquette, no manners, and no filter between his brain and mouth. Two hours of trying not to throw up while watching him eat and listening to sexist garbage spew out of his mouth was pure torture. He didn’t even walk you to your door, which honestly you were grateful for. Before you put your keys down, your phone began to ring. It was a facetime call from you brother, Seth. He normally called you after his matches, so when you accepted the call, you didn’t bother to look at the screen. You left your phone on the counter while you took your shoes off and went straight into ranting about your date.
“Well, my life has been a living hell for the last two and a half hours...” You started, going to your refrigerator for some leftover pizza. “...get this, this is how it ended...he rolled down his window, as I am walking to my door, he YELLS out, for all my neighbors to hear, you sure you don’t want to go back to my place and, ya know, bump uglies or something.” You did your best impersonation of the guy. You let out a groan, “Who even says that?” Laughs burst from your phone, but one of them was definitely not your brother.
“You had to deal with that guy for two and a half hours? It must have been hell.” The thick Irish accent made your heart drop. You were so embarrassed, you didn’t want to look at your phone.
“Ya, not alone, Y/n” Seth called out. They laugh some more while you summoned the courage to look at the phone. You knew who Finn was, but you had never met him. When you finally looked at the phone, Finn and Seth were still laughing. He was sitting in the passenger seat as Seth drove.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Finn told you through the laughter.
“Go ahead, laugh. Glad my misery is amusing you two.” You tried to hold onto your frustration, but a full smile lit up your face. The next few minutes you recounted the date.
“I’m sorry, sis. You want me to come beat him up?” Seth asked. You hummed in agreement as nodded your head and ate some pizza.
“I got something that’ll make you feel better.” Finn offered, “You wanna hear what your brother did tonight?” As soon as the words left Finn’s mouth, Seth was groaning, begging Finn to not tell you.
“Yes! What happened?” You asked. Finn looked over to Seth,
“You gotta let me tell her. I can’t let her night end with that shitty date.” His comment made you blush.
“Fine...” Seth groaned. You were just as excited to hear the story as Finn was to tell it.
“He got tripped up on the top rope and face planted on the mat...twice.” You both burst out laughing.
“It’s not that funny...” Seth mumbled.
There was a knock at your door and you all went silent. You flipped around and stared at the door wondering if he would have come back.
“Did he come back?” Seth was not playing around.
“Uh...” You went to peek through the window and relief washed over you, “It’s Katie, I forgot I texted her on my way home and asked her to come over.” You could see the relief in Finn’s face.
“Thank god...that scared the shit out of me.” Seth let out a small laugh.
“Well, thank you, Finn...that did make my night better.” You didn’t want to, but you needed to get off the phone.
“Anytime” His smiled.
“Bye, Seth...Love you.” You called to your brother.
“Love you too!” He answered back.
You wondered if Finn would hang up first, but you ended up looking at each other for a second before you hit the end call.
Baron Corbin
Your mom and Xavier’s dad met later on in their lives. Meaning you and him became step-siblings as young adults. Thankfully, the two of you got along rather well. Really well, actually. You both loved joking around and having fun. He introduced you to WWE. It was something you’d never seen before, but you fell in love with it pretty quickly. Xavier loved having you on Up Up Down Down, because you always gave it your best, but like WWE, it was all so new to you. One of his most viewed videos was when you found out Seth turned on The Shield. It only made it better that you were teaming with him at the very moment you found out. Tonight was a little more low key. Xavier invited you to a show and of course you went. You got there well before the show started and he had a small room set up with a few chairs and his games. Big E and Kofi were already in there when you and Xavier got there.
“Sister!” Big E shouted as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up in a hug. You laughed and hugged him back, no where near able to match his force.
“Don’t kill her, E!” Xavier laughed just before he put you down.
“Hi Kofi.” You smiled at Kofi as he gave you a much softer, but just as sincere hug.
“Alright, so as far as I know, it’ll be just us and Baron might come in a little later.” Xavier started messing with cameras and sorting through games.
“Oh good, plenty of time to whip your ass...” You flashed him a smile as you hopped on a table against the wall.
“Have you won a game ever?” He threw back before laughing again.
There was more trash talk as the games began. You each took turns switching out. When Baron walked in, you had just gotten up and Xavier and Kofi were playing. He didn’t make any attempt to hide the fact that you caught his eye,
“Well, Hi.” It was very obvious that was directed only to you. Of course, you caught that arrogant vibe, but for some reason coming from him it turned you on. If you hadn’t been staring at each other, your hi would have been drowned out by the other three greeting him at the top of their voices. You went back to the table you had been sitting on.
“Baron, this is my step-sister, Y/n.” Xavier told him, not looking away from the game.
“Well damn Woods...” Baron looked over at you again, “No wonder you’re so ugly.”
It shouldn’t be hitting you like this. You couldn’t control the smirk on your face and you just knew your cheeks had a pink hue.
“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.” Xavier raised his eyebrows and caught a glimpse of Baron looking at you, “I don’t like this...”
“I do...” Baron patted him on the back before joining you at the table. He leaned against the wall. You were definitely curious to see how the conversation was going to go, but to your surprise he completely sucked you in. So much so, you lost track of time.
“Oh, Y/n, if you want to be out there for the show, you better leave.” Xavier warned you, “I’ll take you.” They knew how to navigate the back halls of venues, but you definitely needed a guide.
“I’ll take her.” Baron offered you his hands to help you get off the table. It was totally unnecessary, but you slid your hands in his.
“I really don’t like this...” Xavier said, only partly joking.
You came up behind him and gave him a hug, “He’ll take me. I’ll see you after the show.”
“Do you want a hug from me too, Woods?” Baron asked, “I’ll miss you so much.”
“Shut up, Corbin. I’m watching the clock...” He looked at Baron and pointed a finger at him, “If you’re not back in ten minutes, I’m hunting you down.”
“Plenty of time...” Baron smirked back at him.
You rolled your eyes, “Oh my god...” You took one of Baron’s arms and began to pull him out of the room, “I’ll see you later.”
“Ten minutes!” Xavier called, but the two of you were already out the door.
A little more than ten minutes later Baron came strolling back in and sat down with Xavier, who gave him quite the glare.
AJ Styles
AJ’s name always came up when you were asked about your favorite wrestlers. You idolized him and secretly had the biggest crush on him, despite being nearly 15 years younger than him. The thought of meeting him made you nervous, but after you signed to WWE you knew running into him was inevitable. It took a few years, but after a stint in NXT you found yourself on Raw with a quickly growing fan base. It was because of your connection with the fans that you were put in the Mixed Match Challenge. Your partner ended up being Elias. The two of you weren’t exactly best friends, you couldn’t think of anyone else you argued more with. You always had to keep your eye out to make sure he wasn’t cheating, but to everyone’s surprise your team kept winning. All you had to do now was beat one more team, then you would be in the finals. The only thing was, the team you had to beat was Charlotte Flair and AJ Styles. You stood in the ring with Elias as Charlotte made her entrance and your stomach turned when AJ made his. You turned around and pulled on the top rope, warming up your muscles, trying to get your mind into the right gear. These were your toughest opponents yet, and eye-fucking AJ wasn’t going to help anyone.
“You got your shit together?” Elias’ voice never failed to drag you into a pissy mood.
“I should be asking you that...” You shot back, “If you cheat, I lose.”
He leaned close to your face, “Then don’t give me a reason to...”
God, you could backhand him across the face, but you settled for an eye roll. When you turned around, you found your competition in the ring. Charlotte had her robe off and your heart nearly stopped as AJ was in the middle of pulling his shirt off. They were ready to square up in the middle of the ring and Elias went to met them. Instead of going to his side, you ducked between the ropes and made yourself comfortable at your corner - something he had done to you. The fans, along with AJ and Charlotte were highly amused, but Elias was pissed.
“What happened to the team thing?” He yelled at you.
“I have total faith in you.” You told him, eyes one hundred percent contradicting you, “You got this.”
He barely did anything before he tagged you in. AJ tried to engage him, but Elias kept dodging. They circled the ring, and when Elias got close enough he gave you a rather hard “tag” on the shoulder. The boos from the audience were to be expected, but then AJ shoved Elias from behind.
“Don’t hit her like that.” He scolded, “What are you, twelve?”
“He's actually five.” You answered as you got into the ring.
“Shut up.” Elias said before shoving AJ back.
“Oh, so now you want to fight...” You got in front of Elias and pushed him back, “Well, too bad, it’s my turn.”
Charlotte just laughed, “How have you two made it this far?”
“How ‘bout I show you?” After you said that, things finally got moving. You did your best against her, but her experience was almost too much and eventually you had to choke your pride and tag out. You tumbled onto the floor and took a moment to catch your breath. Your moment was cut short when you heard the ref began a three count and you scrambled back on the apron to see Charlotte break Elias’ cover. She never saw your kick coming, and like all of the MMC matches, the whole thing devolved into chaos. The guys had managed to take their fight outside the ring and Charlotte tried to throw you out there with them. She didn’t see you catch yourself, but she did turn around in time to see you pulling yourself up to the top rope. With a quick swipe at your feet, she sent you to the floor, but AJ was there to break the fall. He hit the ground on his back and your knees went to either side of his waist. Your hands slid up his chest, but thankfully you were able to stop yourself just short of headbutting him.
“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled out, but it only made him laugh.
“You’re apologizing to the guy you’re trying to beat?” He asked, which really threw you off.
“I just- She- I didn’t mean to and I feel bad...” You knew you were rambling because you were nervous, but you couldn’t stop yourself. “I need to get off you, I’m sorr-shit.” You shook your head catching your apology.
His chest vibrated under your hands as he laughed again, a little harder this time. “It’s alright.”
Before you could move, a thick arm wrapped around your waist and hoisted you off of AJ. Elias nearly drove all the air out of you as he picked you up and carried you over to the barricade.
“What the fuck was that?” He grumbled, setting you against the timekeepers wall. You ignored his question more focused on breathing. What you couldn’t ignore was the fact that he was reaching behind you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, but he ignored you as the guitar floated over your head. AJ had just turned his back when Elias started towards him with the weapon. Charlotte saw it, but was too far to do anything except yell at AJ, which caught his attention and the ref’s. You only had a few seconds. On his back swing, you hopped up and grabbed the neck of the guitar. The way it twisted him backwards forced him to let it go.
“What have I said about cheating!” You yelled at him, taking the instrument back to its rightful spot.
“Why would you do that?” He was right behind you.
“We would have been disqualified, moron!” You turned around and shoved him.
“Tag! Y/n, in the ring!” The ref called to you. You didn’t even look in the ring.
“Only if the ref saw!” Elias was still arguing with you.
You crawled onto the apron, “He did see you! Everyone saw you!”
He yelled something else at you, but you had just gotten through the ropes and the moment Charlotte had an opening, she hit you with a stiff spear. That was it. Three count and you were out of the MMC. Once Charlotte was off of you, you rolled out of the ring. Angry? Disappointed? You weren’t really sure what emotion to call it as you sat with your back against the announce table.
Elias stood a few feet away, “Great job...”
“Shut up” You spit back.
He walked away, you figured to leave, but you looked up to see him taking his guitar to the ring. You caught him before he got there, snatching it once again.
“Would you stop?” He yelled as you got off the apron.
You pointed the guitar at him, “You’re an asshole.” With that you smashed it against the ring post. The entire audience erupted in cheers. Charlotte went over to gawk at the pieces of wood, but AJ couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you walked up the ramp.
Jey
Dash and Scott were two of your closest friends. While the three of you were in NXT, you had been an important part of The Revival, but had decided to stay in NXT when they moved on. Now a few years later, they asked you to join them on Smackdown and you couldn’t resist. You made your surprise debut helping Dash beat Kofi. Scott had the ref distracted and you slid into the ring and hit Kofi with a low-blow from behind. The next week you were a guest on commentary along with the Usos as The Revival and The New Day fought to see who would challenge for the Titles that the Usos held. The Usos made their entrance first, so when you came out with The Revival they were already chilling at commentary.
“Aw man...” Corey started as you walked out behind Dash and Scott, “There she is. I’m not a New Day fan, but I was hoping last week was a dream...well, nightmare.”
“Y/n made her Smackdown debut last week as Corey has just alluded to...” Michael clarified as they replayed the clip, “This means The Revival is now at full force.”
“Have you two had the...honor...of facing The Revival with Y/n in tow?” Corey asked The Usos.
“Ah, no we have not.” Jimmy answered. They kept their eyes on you as you came down the ramp.
“Consider yourselves lucky.” Corey added.
“She don’t look that bad.” Jey commented.
“She’s as bad as they come.” Corey assured him, “There’s no way around it. Y/n is just plain mean.”
You and Corey knew each other from NXT, so when you came around the ring you shot him a glare that could kill a man.
“Oh, there it is...” Jey mumbled. He was talking about the glare, but he caught way more than that. The way your heels wrapped around your ankles, the tan of your bare legs, the way your shorts hugged the curve of your hips perfectly, how your shirt was tailored to show you off, even if it had The Revival printed across it. You got on the apron and posed with Scott and Dash. Jey thought he would melt in his chair. Scott helped you off the apron and you took their jackets to your chair.
“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Corey.” Michael pointed out.
“I’m terrified...We should all be terrified.” He answered.
“Don’t worry, Corey.” Jimmy patted his shoulder, “We got your back.”
You finally sat in the chair and put the headset on. You had yet to acknowledge anyone’s presence.
“Y/n, we’re glad to have you. Welcome to Smackdown.” Michael was the first to break the ice.
“Thank you, Michael. I’m glad to see one of you knows how to do your job.” You threw back.
“Oh come on...” Corey groaned.
“Don’t come at him like that.” Jimmy defended.
You leaned onto the table and looked at Jimmy, “You want me to come at you like that, champ?”
Jimmy furrowed his brow, but Jey smirked a little bit.
“I kinda want you to...” Jey said.
“Bring it on...” Jimmy challenged. Missing the fact that Jey was not on the same page he was. Before you could go for it, The New Day began their entrance. Once E’s introduction was over, you went to go at it, but Michael cut you off.
“What brought you to Smackdown, Y/n?”
You gave him an irritated look, “Because Dash and Scott asked me to, that’s why.”
“I’m just curious, why now?” He clarified.
You sat back in the chair as The New Day descended upon the ring, “Separate, we’re the best. Together, we’re the most dominant team this place has ever seen.”
“Oh really? Then why’re we the champs?” Jey slid his chair up to get a better look at you when you answered his question. He sure wasn’t disappointed when that smirk cut across your face.
“You haven’t met me.” For the first time, you actually locked eyes with him. He thought he saw a flicker of a slight crack in your rock solid confidence. He didn’t question the fact that your eyes stayed on him longer than you anticipated. A pancake to Corey’s face broke your gaze. E handed The Usos handfuls of pancakes as Kofi and Woods danced around.
“Let a pancake touch me...I dare you.” You warned E.
“You’re not nice!” Woods pointed at you. You feigned hurt feelings as Scott and Dash moved between them and you.
"Back off.” Scott warned.
“They’re idoits.” Dash told you, making you laugh.
“Eh, you an idiot.” Jimmy yelled at him.
“I’m sorry, of everyone present, who’s eating a pancake out of a grown man’s leotard?” You asked.
Jimmy just glared at you. The match got started and the bickering kept up. Jey noticed you rarely took your eyes off the action. It impressed him that you were able to fire back such snide comments when you clearly were fully invested in the match and not the conversation. Michael was in the middle of a comment when Scott stumbled onto the apron. You were growing impatient and wanted this match to be over. You took your headset off and walked over to Scott.
“This has been going on a while...” You told him.
He rolled his eyes, taking deep breaths, “It’s The New Day, what’d you expect?”
“More than this.” You scolded. “What do you need?”
As you spoke to him, you didn’t realize Big E was getting ready to spear him off the apron, but more importantly E didn’t realize that you were on the floor. As E began his charge, Jey made the connection.
“Oh sh-” He ripped his headset off. He had just enough time grab your arm and pull you out of the way. All you knew, was that you were talking to Scott then the next thing you knew you were buried into Jey’s chest. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time. The way he smelled fogged your brain, the way his arms held you tight against him made your knees weak. You only had one word to describe that feeling - stupid. You pushed out of his arms and turned around to see what he had saved you from.
He leaned into your ear, “You’re welcome.”
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Adam
Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)
Warning: angst and mentions of physical voilence.
FLUFF
Austin Watson (Xavier) knocked while he was opening the door. “Joe, man. There’s an argument happening in the locker room. I think you better get there before it escalates.” What the fuck? I practically ran to the locker room. I couldn’t believe it. Adam (Braun Strowman) and Windham (Bray Wyatt) were up in each other’s faces screaming at each other. Nick (Dolf), Kofi and Shawn Hickenbottom were trying to get the two apart.
“Stop!” I yelled over the din. Both of them turned to face me, which effectively broke the mood.
Adam’s anger turned to me. “This is none of your fucking business!” He roared at me.
“It’s my fucking locker room!” I yelled back. “What’s going on in here?”
Shawn answered before anyone else, “Seems we’ve got some hot tempers here.”
Adam started talking about Windham starting the fight. Windham answered, “He’s trying to steal your girl!”
I stopped dead in my tracks, “Umm What?” I asked.
“Adam!” Paul Lavesque entered the room. “Get in my office.” Adam tried to interrupt, but was stopped when Paul yelled, “NOW!” To his credit, Adam gave up immediately.
“Nick. Make sure he gets there.” Nick nodded and followed as Adam stomped out of the room like a teenager throwing a fit. Paul leveled Windham in his steely stare. Finding Windham had settled he asked, “What happened?”
Windham looked at me unsure if he should say. “I heard Adam was going to ride with Y/N tonight. I suggested that might not be a smart move.” He looked at me now. “He insisted you told him she was single, but I told him it was still a jerk move.”
Paul interrupted now, “Joe, Kofi. Thanks. I want to talk to Windham alone.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
I wanted to protest that I should stay, but Kofi put his hand on my shoulder, “C’mon Joe.” We walked out of the room. Once in the hall, Kofi stopped. “Thanks, man. Even Shawn couldn’t get them to stop.”
I was completely distracted. I wanted to know what was going on in that room. “Yeah, yeah. No problem.”
“Hey,” he got my attention. “You need to talk?” I shook my head no. “Dude, look,” he leaned against the wall casually, “if you’re telling the truth that you and Y/N aren’t dating, you need to change it. You two runnin’ ‘round here makin’ puppy dog eyes at each other. It’s sickening. Take your shot man.”
Not Kofi too. “We’re just friends,” I said, deflated that even Kofi was going on about this.
“Yeah, I get it.” He said shaking his head like he agreed. “But?”
I shot him a look. “No but. We are just friends.”
“She’s a beautiful woman.” Kofi said it without any disrespect in his voice. “And she’s sweet, smart, funny.” He leveled his gaze at me. “If I were in your shoes, I’d take a shot. The way she looks at you man.” He paused trying to think of the right words to say. “I wouldn’t let her get away.” He patted my shoulder as he walked past me and down the hall.
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Colby burst through my locker room door like he’d been shot out of a cannon. “Adam got suspended. He got sent home.”
I wasn’t surprised at his punishment. “I was there.” I said calmly.
“You were there?” Colby quipped.
“Yeah, Austin came and got me to stop the fight.” I stood up to face him. “I’m not surprised he got suspended. From what I saw, it was his fault.” I tried to sound un-phased.
“Does Y/N know?” he asked.
How did I know this was going to turn into an opportunity for Colby to pester me about Y/N? “I haven’t seen her since it happened, so I don’t know.”
Colby shook his head in disappointment while pulling out his phone. “Ok.” He typed quickly on the phone. “She knows now.” He taunted.
I tried to remain calm, even though I wanted to scream at Colby. “Good. She’ll have to find a new ride.”
Colby laughed, “Nope. I just told her to ride with us.”
Internally, I was thrilled. Of course, I wanted my best friend with me, but it was getting harder to hide how I felt about her. “Ok. Good.” I said as calmly as I could.
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I got back to my dressing room after my match to find Y/N on my couch reading a book. “Hey. What are you doing here?” I asked as I gathered my shower supplies.
“Colby told me to wait here.” She said defensively. “Do you want me to leave?” She looked confused, and I realized I’d sounded a bit rude.
I walked over to her, squatting in front of the couch. “No. Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound snotty.” I took her hand and ran my thumb over her knuckles. “I’m glad you’re here.” She looked like she didn’t believe me. “I promise.” I pulled her hand up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles gently. “I need to shower, be right back.” When she smiled, I knew she accepted my apology, and I saw her relax into the cushions again as she looked back down at her Kindle and resumed her reading.
The water pounded over me roughly. No matter how much I wanted to be with Y/N to help her through the drama from earlier tonight, I couldn’t resist the urge to turn my back to the spray and let the hot water massage my muscles for a minute. She must be disappointed. Maybe angry even. I wanted to be there for her, but honestly, I didn’t have the vaguest clue what to say. Hey, really sorry the jackass you wanted to date showed his true colors. Hey! Stop thinking about other guys and look at me. Scenario after scenario ran through my mind as I showered.
I had a head full of conditioner when I heard her voice from the door but it was muffled by the water. She was standing there with her back turned to me. “What did you say?” I called out.
She spoke loudly, but her tone of voice was gentle. “Are you mad at me? Because I wanted to ride with Adam?”
I couldn’t admit the truth to her. “No. Why would you say that?” She was so close, and I was naked. I wanted to grab her and pull her in with me. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her under the water. I wanted to strip her clothes off and……
“So, we’re ok?” she called.
“Of course, sweetheart. Just give me a minute and I’ll be done.” She hesitated a second, but since I couldn’t see her face, I couldn’t tell what she was feeling.
I quickly finished showering and threw on a pair of shorts. When I got out to the locker room, Becks and Colby were there ready to go. “Hurry up slow poke.” Becks laughed.
And just like that, it was over. We never talked about that night again. We never talked about Adam again either, other than work things. We never talked about her desire to abandon me that night.
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Beg. Sequel to Soap. |r.r|
(a/n) real fast. i wanna say thank you so much for all the love you’ve given me over my last 4 writings. it means the world to me absolutely. milly loves you. <3.
sometimes, it’s just too good to not come back for more. Sequel of Soap. Completely inspired and credited to @itjazzbicch ‘Cheiftess’ Series.
warnings: smut, choking kink, unprotected sex (milly does not support this message. wrap it up.), enemies to…official sneaky links??), face DOWNNN ass UPPP, poor use of present and past tense,
parings: enemy!roman x black!reader
word count: 4.3K…never say i never gave y’all anything.
(tags: @fame-ass-ers @squishyguishy @vebner37 @smuts-whore @southerngirl41 @msbigredmachine)
*takes place 2 months after Roman Reigns Vs. Kevin Owens Feud 2021*
“Ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Bryan.” You smiled as the camera panned to the man next to you
You’ve known Daniel for a long time now. You were absolutely over the moon at his return to WWE. Behind the scenes, given your friendship with Brie and Nicole, you knew how hard he worked to make it back. It was something you admired about him.
“Y/N! How are you?” He enthusiastically responded to you
“I’m great! How are you doing? How are you feeling ahead of your triple threat match against Roman Reigns and Edge?”
“I’m feeling amazing! Absolutely over the moon! It’s going to be amazi—“
Daniel trailed off as a man appeared next to us. You turned as a certain short, obnoxious, man appeared next to you both.
“Daniel! Y/N! How are you guys doing on this fine evening?” Paul Heyman sarcastically asked
“Paul…hello.” You responded with a lack in your tone
You just knew this was a ‘special’ impromptu visit from Roman. He had his ways like that. Being around even when he wasn’t. It caused you to internally roll your eyes at the sneak attack.
“Did the Tribal Chief know this interview was going to be done?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face.
“I don’t report back to you or him; thank you, Paul. Now, Daniel, do you think that on the grandest stage of them all, you can pull off such a performance? You and Roma—“
“The Tribal Chie—“
“Would you like to go back to your Daddy so I can finish my job?” You spat, cutting off Paul. “Wherever you end up, Brock Lesnar's locker room or Roman Reigns.”
“I—I—I have no clue what you are referring to. I do not w-w-work for Brock Lesnar anymore. Ms. Y/N, I am merely just trying to—“
“Thank you, Paul.” You grit your teeth as the cameras cut
You toss a sincere look to Daniel and give him a small side hug before turning to the man who quickly became a nuisance, “Listen. I don’t give a damn! I don’t care if you work for Brock, Roman, or Joe fucking Biden. You do not interrupt my job performance. And I know he sent you here on some possessive shit, trying to get a rise out of me. It’s written all over your fucking face. Move!”
You shove Paul out of your way, leaving him stunned in the middle of the hall. You went quickly to find Roman. Fighting against every nerve in your head telling you to turn around. After that small, impromptu meeting in the showers two months ago, you did all you could to stay away from him. Even not becoming his regular interviewer anymore. The last thing you needed was to be fuckbuddies with the man that Roman Reigns is. You could basically kiss your job goodbye if you knew it.
But, he just couldn’t seem to stay away from you. Everytime you turned around, it was like he’d be right there waiting for you. Causing more smart mouthed spats in the middle of the hallway. Anytime you both collided, you both would bicker. You’d think you and him were an old married couple. The majority of it wasn’t an act. Roman did get a rise out of you. He walked the earth with his third leg as if he controlled everyone around him, and they had to kiss the ground he walked on. He was still an asshole. After his initial thought that you’d come begging him for dick, you knew you had to prove him wrong. You didn’t need him. Not for sex…earth shaking sex. No matter how badly you wanted to call him to break you off again.
Your studded black boots clicked on the floor with every determined stride to his locker room. Before you got the chance to bang on it, as intended, it flew open with the 6’3 Samoan smirking down at you.
Roman knew he pissed you off. He knew ever trick in the damn book, on what would make your blood pressure rise. Hell, he wrote the book himself. You weren’t going to admit yourself, how much you wanted him? Fine. But he had plans to make you pay for that shit.
‘Oh, I’ll give him something to smirk about.’
“Who in the hell do you think you fucking are? You got Paul as my bodyguard now?” You snarl into his face, your heels giving you extra height to match him up
“Oh, please. What are you doing interviewing, Bryan? Hm? Answer me that first, baby girl.” He raises an eyebrow
“You have zero authority over me and whoever the hell I interview. You might be asskissing Vince, but your name isn’t anywhere near my checks. You don’t own me!”
“That’s not how I recall the story, Very…very far from it actually. Would you like a reminder?” He dropped his voice an octave deeper and smirked, leaning forward, “Remember, all you have to do is ask.”
“Why don't, instead, you go find where Paul is? We all know how quick he is to drop to his knees with a knife in your back at the reigning! Oh, so defen—”
“You think you're so fucking funny. Huh? I got a joke for you, go tell McIntyre how badly you turn cock drunk when you’re being pounded. How all it takes is for my cock to run over that bundle of nerves inside of you for you to gush down my clock like the whore you are?” Roman grits his teeth with his face mere centimeters from yours; pure agitation on his face at your mention of Brock Lesnar.
The last few weeks, you’ve been cautiously talking to a certain 6’5 Scottish man more and more. Drew was amazing. He treated you well—a sweetheart, if you must say. Movie dates, dinner dates, makeout sessions. Although you’d been holding out on him. Many times Drew slid his hand under your shirt, or would squeeze your backside. You’d always pull away and call it a night. Drew was attractive. Three months ago, you’d allow him a taste of you. Hell why not? He was attractive, strong, tall. But two months ago, you had sex with Roman. Absently, closing you off for any other guy. Admit it or not, it was amazing.
More than once, you’d catch yourself taking a warm, vanilla scented bubble bath, sliding your hand over your stomach, and heading down south…
You circled that small bundle of nerves before moving lower and sliding a finger in. Instinctively, your pussy welcomed your small finger and clenched around it. You threw your head back and sinked lower into the bathtub. Imagining it was Roman behind you, playing with your pussy. Your moans echoed into the bathroom as you worked yourself. Even while Roman wasn’t here, you could hear his voice in the back of your head. Coaxing you, bringing you closer to your orgasm.
“Slide in one more, babygirl…make her wetter for me.” He whispers into your mind.
“Romannnn!” You cry out in a whine as your orgasm squirts into the palm of your hand.
Your eyes opened as your chest raised up and down heavily.
Those nights happened more than once. You knew you were deeply involved with Roman. More than you wanted.
The mixed emotions weren’t helping. Roman tapped dance on the last nerve in your body. All over it, with a full dance routine. Why did you want him so badly, again?
“How about I have that same conversation with Paul? You and him spend an awful lot of time locked inside that room. Do me a favor, Roman. Stay the hell away from me, and for once, look in a mirror. I don’t give a damn about what titles you have or how many you have. You’re still a whiny ass crybaby. Bite me.” With that, you exhaled a sigh and turned on your heels to walk away with a small movement in your hips. You knew his gaze would be on your backside as you walked away
You’d be lying if you said the thought of calling him for another satisfied fuck didn’t occur to you. Every night when you laid awake using different toys or your hands, you threatened to grab your phone to call him. But you couldn’t. He’d have the upper hand. He’d know the control he possessed over your body. And damn, he had that hold on you good.
You straddled Drew’s waist as you both engaged into a heated make out session. Your tongue sliding back and forth against his as you both let out small groans and moans. What started as being in his hotel room watching a movie turned into becoming distracted by the soft kisses Drew placed on your neck. He makes a low growl sound from the middle of his chest as your fingers slide into his hair
“You're so beautiful, you know that?” Drew mumbles against your lips as his hands glides over your ass and hips, adoring the feeling of how big and round it felt in your hands.
You felt his hands slide over the front of your jeans, fingering with the button there, causing you to draw away from him, “I think we should call it a night. It’s getting late. And you know how Vince feels about being late.” You joke breathlessly at a dazed and confused Drew. You quickly stand to fix your clothes and grab your phone off the table.
“What’s up with you lately?”
You felt your heart sink with a small amount of guilt as you turned around to see Drew’s face adorned with embarrassment.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“You just…don’t seem as into this as I am.”
You felt a slight bit offended at his question. He thought you weren’t into this because of what? You wouldn’t have sex with him? “I have to have sex with you to be into this?”
“C’mon, I’m not fucking stupid. You barely even speak to me at the arenas, anytime we’re alone you keep checking your phone, and all I get is a few pecks and your ready to run for the fuckin’ hills.”
“Look. I don’t want people in my business. What’s the first thing you think people will ask if they see us together?”
“Who's gonna see us? Heyman? You don’t want him to spill to Roman you’re hanging around me?” Drew stands over you, his eyes wide with an evil look behind them. You’d think you were his enemy.
Your eyes nearly bulge out your head at Drew’s mention of Roman. Of course that night in the showers, everyone was gone. No one knew about your rendezvous, “Everyone sees you and him always arguing in the halls. So it’s two things. You’re either scared of him or fucking him.” He snarls
Drew’s face snapped to the side as you raised your hand back and slapped the taste from his mouth. Before you could make another strike you decided it would be best to just leave, throwing a glare at him as you walked past him. You couldn’t really be mad he guessed you slept you Roman. But you belonged to neither man. Drew had no right to insulate he owned you of some sort. If you didn’t want to have sex with him, he didn’t deserve a reason.
You quickly grabbed your things and walked away from Drew, straight out his hotel room. You felt yourself become overwhelmed at the thought of seeing Roman. His suite was on this floor in the far corner of the hall.
What if I knocked?
You brushed off your sexual urges as you headed towards the elevator to go down to your floor. You worked yourself into even deeper trouble. Drew had a few friends around the business and of course, he’d tell them how he couldn’t get you into bed. You could practically hear the “stuck up bitch” being thrown out to you already. Not mixing business with pleasure was now crossed into your new agenda permanently, you even made a mental note to create a tinder account.
You felt pathetic. How could you want someone who treated the rest of the world like shit? He didn’t even say please and thank you. You worked hard at resisting him, but that wall was slowly being bulldozed.
On cue, As you drifted into your own thoughts, the elevator dinged bringing you back into your consciousness. Just your damn luck, the pleasure stepped out the elevator blocking your entry.
“You came to deliver my message to your little boyfriend?” Roman smirks again, feeling accomplished.
Your eyes quickly glance over his body as you notice the black leather jacket, white tank top, black pants, and Jordan’s. You let out a huff as you move to the side to go around him before he steps in the same direction, “What the hell is your problem?” You questioned placing your hands over your hips letting out a sigh
“My problem? What’s yours? Why fight what you and I both know you want?” He asks stepping closer to you, sizing you up
You let out a snort with a roll of your eyes. This man was way too proud of himself. “Don’t boost your ego anymore than it is. Your head might just explode.”
“Fuckin’ admit it. You want me to break you off again. Give into you, but you’re in for a rude awakening. One thing people don’t do is lie to my face. Me and you both know right now, your pussy is dripping into those panties. Begging for me to make her submit to my every will. So do you, don’t you? You want that, don’tchu? To feel my cock stretching you out the way those fingers can’t? We both want it, and you know that. And that little boyfriend of yours? All of you belongs to me. Get that. Do you understand me?” He taunts, his face looming down over yours, his eyes thick with lust.
For the first time, since meeting Roman, you were quiet. You were stunned at his honesty. Your mouth felt dry at the thought of belonging to Roman. As much as you wanted to punch him dead in his jaw, who were you trying to convince? You wanted to feel him inside of you again. What happened in the showers would be just a mere rushed fuck. You wanted him to make you his.
“Now are you done acting like a little ass child? Be an adult and use your words. Tell me you want me, baby girl. Anytime you want some dick, just as-”
As if you were being hypnotized by his words, “I want you.” flew right out your mouth and onto his as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to your frame.
You could feel the white light behind your eyes bust, knowing you reached a moment of no return. There was no going back. Roman lowered his hands to your ass, squeezing it tightly, pulling you flush to his body. The kiss was hungry, he was rewarding you for your honesty by biting your bottom lip repeatedly. Your tongue explored his mouth as he slipped his own between your lips. The warm feeling in his chest erupted as his current wildest dream was about to come true.
Once again.
Romans hands slid downwards to the crease of your ass and your thighs, proceeding to lift you up allowing you to wrap your hands around his waist. You briefly wondered if he could hear your heart beating at a rapid pace. Your nerves were all over the place. This time was different. You felt more exposed at admitting you wanted to be his.
Roman opened the door to his suite, walking towards his bedroom. You let out a sequel as he threw you onto the middle of his bed. His eyes were dark and hungry. Before you could have a moment to change your mind, he silenced you with another kiss.
Whatever you were about to say didn’t matter, bitchy remarks or not, was the last thing on his mind. Roman wrapped his hands around your ankle, yanking you down the bed closer to his body.
“Take these off,” He growls out to you, tugging at your pants
With a little aid from yourself, you lift your hips to allow him to pull them off, revealing your hot pink lace underwear. You could see a snarl form on Romans face, remembering how just an hour ago you were with Drew.
Roman kneels onto the bed, covering your body with his as he smashes his lips onto yours. His hand ghosted slowly towards Your warm and wet heat. You parted your legs, slightly, giving his fingers the space they needed to explore your warmth and wetness covered by lace.
“Mmmm,” You sighed into his mouth, as his slipped his hand into the hand of your panties circling your clit
“Shut up.” He grumbles back
He slid his index and middle fingers into your pussy. You felt your breath hitch inside of your throat as he moved his fingers in and out picking up pace. You reached down to grip his wrist, attempting to brace yourself from being overheated with pleasure. Rather quickly, you felt your belly tighten with a small amount of pressure. Roman felt you clamp down on his fingers,
“Let go,” he whispers into your mouth. You began squirming, unable to remain still as pleasure hit your body in waves, nearly consuming you. Your lower half worked against the strokes of his fingers; riding them into oblivion.
“Ahhhh! Oh my God. Please,” You cried out, squeezing your eyelids together.
You briefly closed your eyes, gathering yourself from your clouded thoughts. You felt the bed dip, as Roman stood to his full height. You lay back into your elbows as you watched him undress himself.
“The next time you ever mention Lesnar or McIntyre to my fuckin’ face you’ll regret it. If I ever see you near him again, I’m going to make sure he knows personally who you belong to. You understand?” He grits out lowering his boxers, letting his girthy and long cock spring against his abdomen
You decided to test him a little bit and raise your legs to your chest, closing them, his view of your panty covered pussy now gone. “But I like McIntyre. We were jus—Shit!” You squeal as Roman pounces onto the bed, slapping the side of your plush thigh roughly, marveling at the jiggle it created.
“Y’wanna finish that sentence? You think you’re in charge, but I'm calling the shots tonight. Turn the fuck over.”
Roman growls, not giving you the chance to turn over yourself, and grabs your hips in a grip before flipping you over and pushing you into a deep arch with your face flush into the bed. Roman catches you spreading your legs a bit more causing him to chuckle, “Slide back onto me. You want it so bad, let me see you fuck yourself.”
You let out a moan as you feel the tip of Romans cock make contact with the entrance of your pussy. You push back, with a bit of force till the head of Romans cock makes its way inside your pussy. Getting impatient, Roman grabs your plush hips and pulls out. Letting out an impatient whine, you felt a chill down your spine as he licked a stripe up your pussy. He then surges forward pushing in his entire length in one move.
“Ah!” You gasped “Wait, fuc—“
“Nah, remember all that shit you were saying. You’re taking all of me tonight. Don’t you dare run from me either.”
Roman teased you with slow, deep strokes at first, before speeding up his pace. You turned your head into the mattress letting out screams.
He reached up grabbing your hair into a tight grip, pulling your head up, “Nah, let the whole floor know who’s fucking you right now.”
“You’re so fuckin—“
“Big?” Roman chuckles in a deep voice
“Conceited, Ugh!” You squeal, clawing at the sheets as his big and rough hand cracks on your ass.
“But whose pussy is creaming around me? Yeah? Look at her, swallowing this dick. Her dick. She knows who she belongs to, doesn’t she baby? Talk to me.” He praised, spreading your ass cheeks to watch your wetness coat his cock.
While you could feel your heart swell at the comment, him being yours, it served the same meaning for Roman. It fueled Romans ego more, at the squelching wet noises your pussy was making for him as he fucked you into the mattress.
You only got this way for him. He only got this way for you.
Yeah, you definitely can’t let him go now.
You let out a mewl as his thickness stretched you out, creating both pain and pleasure. That same familiar vein rubbing against your spot, “Ohh! Fuck, yes! I belon–I belong to you! It’s your pussy!” You moaned louder as the headboard began to slam against the walls as he fucked you faster.
You pushed your ass backwards and began throwing your ass back against his hips. Why did you do that?
He chuckled. “You throwing that ass back like a big girl, baby? You gon’ take this dick like one too.” Without waiting for you to respond, he deepened his strokes and picked up his pace.
“Ooh, shit!” You moaned, gripping the comforter. He was so deep in you, that you felt like he was fucking your heart. Feeling the coil in your belly, you clenched your muscles around his cock.
“You wanna show out, huh?” A deep growl escaped his throat. “I got something for your ass.” He announced before really starting to fuck you. I was talking about pulling out and sliding back in, fucking you. Your nails nearly drew rips into the sheets. Your pussy creating a slippery mess, letting him slide back in easily.
“Fuck!” You yelled, blindly reaching behind him to push at his abdomen, to give you a moment to catch your breath.
“What did I say? You’re taking all of me. I told you not to run, baby girl. Don’t act like you can’t take it. What about all that shit at the arena earlier, hm?” he said, grabbing your hands and pinning them against your lower back. He propped his foot up on the bed, and used your bounded arms to bring you against him to meet your thrust.
“Shit, Roman! Fuck! Make me take it!” You cried in pleasure.
There was no way Drew was ever getting a text back, a call back…shit an email. Especially, if he didn’t hear you practically calling out to god as Roman was engraving himself on you.
Roman hissed as he felt your pussy contract, creating a second skin for him. He knew you were close, and he wasn’t far behind himself, “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? My good girl. Cum all over me baby. Let me see it.”
“Mmmm, yesssss!” You moaned, throwing your head towards the ceiling. “Fuck… I’m cumming…Romannnn!” Your orgasm ripped through you—releasing a wave of wet heat all over Roman’s cock.
Roman’s spine shook as he felt your pussy tighten around him, keep him in, as you gushed all over his cock—warm wet heat circling around him. Tears coated your cheeks, as your orgasm ripped through you making your entire body convulse as you babbled incoherent words. Roman let out a roar as his own orgasm rushed to the core, deep and filling up your pussy, mixing your juices together, “Shit! Fuck yeah, baby!” His voice thick and heavy with rasp
You both collapsed on the bed, limbs tangled into each other, and sucking as much air as you could back into your lungs. After a brief moment, Roman raised up from the bed and disappeared into his bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel to clean the both of you off. You bit your lip, as the feeling of the warm towel moving against your pussy came over you.
Roman laid down next to you, his chest heaving up and down, before chucking to himself. His signature smirk coating his face.
“What?”
“Bet your ass knows better than to lie to me now. See what your little stubborn ass act denied you from?” He replies, his big dick attitude back on 10. But hell. He had the big dick to match, so.
“Do you ever get e-fucking-nough of being an asshole?”
“You spent two months running from me, getting on my fuckin’ nerves, makin’ everything 20x harder for me, fucking’ around with my money with those interviews. Whole time you wanted me to make you cum again. Stubborn ass, woman. I gotta say, the resistance act was sexy as hell.” He expresses before pulling you to him, to lay on his chest
“Don’t flatter yourself too much. It wasn’t an act, Tribal Chief.” You roll your eyes at his self centered moment of truth. Some things never change.
“Oh yeah, baby? What was it?” He questions before moving over on top of your sweaty frame
After a brief moment of eye contact, for once and for all you decided to settle it and let him win. Just this once. You raised up to place a more gentle kiss than the one you shared earlier. That was more hungry, sloppy, messy…this one was delicate, soft, tender. You wanted to tell him what you couldn’t say out loud. You pulled back and saw a look of admiration in his eyes.
“You’re mine.” Roman claims with a small smirk
“And you’re mine.” You respond back
“I’m yours.”
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Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 14
Chapter 14
I woke up in fits and starts. The first thing I noticed was that the bed was considerably bigger than I remembered. Then came the awareness of a scent—laundry soap and eucalyptus. It was familiar, but my faded morning brain couldn’t make sense of it. After that was the sensation of another body—a warm, bulky body—in the bed with me. It was tucked against me, one heavy arm over my lower belly. Hot, sleepy rhythmic breaths ghosted against the back of my neck.
When I finally worked up the courage to look, something spiked through my veins at the sight of Roman’s familiar tattoos. The moment I realized where I was, memories of the night before came rushing in. They hit me with the force of a cannon as they replayed the desperation, the pleading, the sheer power of my desire for Roman and the way he seemed to know exactly what to do. Even when I didn’t have the words to ask for what I needed.
He made a faint grunt and pulled me closer. I let out a little gasp of surprise when I felt his cock pressing into my backside.
That seemed to be enough to wake him up.
“Morning, baby girl,” he said, his voice raspy and deep with sleep. Roman nuzzled his nose against the back of my neck. I sighed as he dropped little open-mouthed kisses along my throat.
“Morning, Ro,” I replied as I let myself relax against him. Part of me thought that I should be ashamed or embarrassed about the night before. But I couldn’t find either emotion, no matter how hard I tried. All I felt was peace. And something else, something that bore a four-letter label that I didn’t want to let free just yet.
He splayed his fingers over my stomach as he kissed a spot behind my ear that made me shiver. Those fingers skimmed down my thigh and, even covered in a blanket, I felt the heat from his skin. My heart jumped into my toes when he reached up and threaded our fingers together.
Roman gave a faint, playful growl in my ear. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”
Heat rushed into my veins. Feeling brave, I rolled over to face him. His hair had been tied back up in a messy knot. Sleep still blurred his black eyes, but there was a wide smile curling his lips. I ran my fingers up the tattoos on his forearm and bicep. He dipped his head toward me when I scratched my nails against his jaw. Roman was warm and solid, and I felt perfectly protected when he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rumbled, leaning to press his lips against mine. It was a long, slow kiss that made my head swim. He curled his fingers into my hair, cradling my skull as he took my breath away. “So beautiful and… sweet.”
He said the word with a lopsided grin—one that made it clear that he meant more than my personality. I felt the blush creep over my cheeks as an image of Roman settled between my thighs jumped into my mind.
“Ro,” I murmured, bumping the tip of my nose with his. Before I could say another word, my stomach gave a loud grumble.
Roman laughed and threw the blankets back. “Sounds like someone’s hungry.” He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll go make something to eat.”
He stood up on the mattress and walked down to the end before hopping off. I watched him move through the room—happy to look at the curve of his ass in his boxer briefs—as he picked up a pair of sweatpants and slipped out the door. I rolled over on my back and stretched, feeling my muscles and limbs pop and stretch wonderfully. There was a faint ache in my inner thighs, but it was a wonderful sort of ache. It reminded me of everything Roman had done the night before.
My pulse jumped, and I couldn’t help but grin. All I could think of was Roman’s touch and the way that he held me against him. I rolled out of the bed, shivering a little at the cool air. For a moment, I wanted to jump back beneath the blankets and sink into the remaining warmth of Roman’s body. But the scent of bacon pulled me toward the little kitchenette.
I tiptoed down the hallway, slid into the bathroom for a quick stop, and then continued on to the living room. There were two backpacks thrown onto the sofa that hadn’t been there the night before. It seemed his roommates had come home at some point in the night. I stopped dead in my tracks, suddenly terrified by the idea that they might have heard us. That was the last thing I needed.
Roman stood at the stove, a towel draped over his tattooed shoulder. He had a spatula in his right hand while he shook a skillet with the other. I watched him for a moment, leaning against the counter, grinning as I thought about this thing that was blooming between us.
“Hey, Reigns, what’s for break—” I heard the voice, but was too slow to move before its owner appeared in the opening to the hallway. He was just a few inches shorter than Roman, with shaggy auburn hair and blue eyes. I looked away immediately, blushing at the fact that he was wearing only a pair of basketball shorts.
“Shut it, Deano, or you’re gonna wake Addy up again.”
His roommate chuckled, and I found that I enjoyed the sound. “I think she’s already up.” I could tell he was looking at me, but I couldn’t look back. Especially since I knew I was hardly dressed.
Roman turned from the stove and caught sight of me leaning against the counter. He glanced quickly between me and his roommate and grinned. “C’mon, man. Go put a shirt on. I’ve got company.”
“My house, too, bitch,” came the replay as the other guy slipped into the kitchen and made a bee line for the coffee maker.
“Addy, this is Dean Ambrose,” Roman said with a deep-seated affection. “Dean, this is Addy.”
Dean turned toward us, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked me over. I could feel it. “Morning.”
“Hi,” I replied, feeling horribly exposed.
Dean smirked, one corner of his mouth slipping upward. A dimple popped up on his cheek. He turned his back to me and dug around in the cabinet for something. I watched his surprisingly muscled back as he poured himself a coffee.
“I’ll… I’ll be right back,” I said in a small voice. I turned on my heel and nearly ran back into the hallway. My heart raced in my chest. All I could think about was hiding. It was one thing to be half naked with Roman. It was another to have some stranger looking at me like Dean just had. There was something about how it made me feel… I couldn’t put a name on it, but I knew that it made me uncomfortable.
For some reason, I felt like crying. I swiped at my eyes as I took off toward Roman’s room. I was a few steps away when I slammed into something solid.
“Hey,” the thing said in a deep drawl. I looked up to see a guy with long curling black hair and a beard watching me.
I slipped around him and nearly dove into Roman’s room, pushing the door shut behind me. I’d known that Roman had roommates. And I expected to see them at some point. But I hadn’t planned on our first meeting being one where I was half dressed when they may or may not have heard Roman and I going at it the night before.
A few minutes later, Roman pushed the door open, balancing two plates of pancakes and bacon in one hand. He looked at me with apology in his eyes. He put the food on the bedside table and slid back into the bed beside me.
“What’s on your mind, baby girl?” he asked softly, pulling me onto his lap and tucking the blankets around us.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I replied. “They practically saw me in my underwear.”
He rested his cheek against the top of my head. “I’d have warned them you were here if I’d known you were going to look so good in my bed. I probably should’ve warned you that they were home.”
I buried my face against his chest. “What if they heard us, Ro?”
His laugh vibrated against my skin. “Dean sleeps like a rock. And Seth always has his headphones on. They were probably already passed out when we got back here anyway.”
That made me feel a little better. I glanced up at him, quirking a brow. “Does it bother you that they saw me like this?”
As I watched, his face turned pink. But he skimmed his gaze over my face, searching for something. He brushed his fingers against my cheek, pushing strands of hair behind my ear. “Does it bother you?”
“Maybe?” As I let myself think about it, I realized that it was more of a shock than anything else. Cheer uniforms and bathing suits showed just as much skin—more actually—as being in my underwear and Roman’s t-shirt. “Kinda. But not as much as I thought.”
He smiled a little. “If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me. But I can beat their asses if you want. Just so they learn a lesson.”
“And what lesson is that?” I asked, feeling a relaxed smile spread over my face.
“That they need to keep their eyes on the ground when you’re around. Because you’re mine.” He brushed his fingers along my cheek, dragging his thumb over my lips. “If you want to be.”
I fidgeted, turning sideways to straddle his lap. My arms wrapped around his neck just as he wrapped his around my waist. He tugged the hem of his shirt up, bunching it around my hips so he could splay his fingers out on the curve of my ass.
“If I didn’t before… last night definitely convinced me.” The low, purring seductive sound of my own voice surprised me.
A smug smirk settled on his mouth. “That good, huh?”
“Shut up, Ro,” I teased, my fingers digging into his hair and pulling just hard enough to get him to lean his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. There was something ridiculously attractive about it. I pressed my lips against his, sighing happily when he kissed me with abandon.
Breakfast, as hungry as I was, was quickly forgotten.
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The Roman Numerals, a separate post cuz it deserves more than the tags... and I’m probably going to get a bit wordy with my bad explanation of the things in my head.
Okay so, in CoN cannon, Cassandra, Clarissa, and Aislin, have at one point been imprisoned or captured by the [KINGDOM NAME REDACTED] Crown. For the simple fact of being a part of a prophecy that will bring an end to a certain currently unnamed tyrants reign. And for also possessing innate magic. Magic itself isn’t an uncommon thing in Olira, in fact most can learn it; to some degree. But in (we’re going to go with the name of the capital city here cuz the actual kingdom is unnamed and I can’t keep putting redacted) Dreyn, innate magic is either a tool or weapon for the king to control or it’s something to be feared.
Also, brief explanation. C C and A’s magic is different. As they didn’t have to learn it. Or study spells and rituals. Etc.. Where as, say Elise and Dragon, have spent years learning their craft.
It’s not something the king of Dreyn can control. So he seeks to imprison and then eventually destroy them as a way to keep in power and stop the prophecy.
So back to the Roman numerals. In cannon, these are actually going to be Oliran numbers, but for the sake of the AU and people getting an idea of what the heck I’m talking about... Roman.
They’re a serial number of a sort I guess, all prisoners of Dreyn get them. Castor and Tyde have them as well as Elise.
Though Elise, Cassandra, Clarissa, and Aislin also have an additional mark... well brand. Marking them as magic users and the kings property. The King’s seal/crest burned into their skin right above the numbers. (This would be something C C and A have in the AU as well, just the burn is different as it would be something associate with The Collector and not a King’s seal)
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Hello! I don’t know if your still taking request, but if you are can you please do king/baron corbin nsfw head cannons! I love your Roman reigns work btw!
YAAAAASSSS, I was waiting for an opportunity to write another headcannon with ma Bear 🐻🥰 Thank you, nonny and thank you for your compliments, sweetie 😘
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Baron is rough
So.fucking.rough
You always wanted someone who’d be merciless when it comes to sex
And you’ve found him for sure!
Baron is all about foreplay
Building tension
Need
Expectation
He loves seeing you at the edge even before he touch you
Loves when you beg him
“Yes, beg me like a needy little slut. That’s music to my ears”
Possessive
And he loves all kinds of play
Consensual non-con
“Yes, that’s it! Fight me, you little bitch. Pretend you don’t want me because as soon as my cock is deep in you, the only thing you’ll be able to do is spread your legs wider, moan my name and beg me for more” He chuckled
Service play
Knife play
Cigar play
Edging
All about dirty talk
When he’s in the mood for something more soft
He’ll be your daddy
And dd/lg will be the play
“Hump your pillow like a good girl for daddy”
“Show daddy how a good girl plays with her little pussy”
His stamina is beyond this world
He can last all night long
But not that you’re complaining 😈
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