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i’ve never been more angry at a turn in my life.

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wip- roman reigns

“i’m not dealing with this right now” you roll your eyes, the scoff you let out just fueling him even more.

“yeah keep that shit up.” he steps were heavy as he paced the room. “ion know if you think you’re slick, but you’re not.” the pacing stopped and he scratched at his beard like he always did when he was mad.

“you won’t even tell me what i did roman.”

“you know damn well what you did. posted up like that on socials thinkin’ i wouldn’t see it” you groan as you think back on what he’s talking about. A picture he took of you on your trip last month. the floral pattern of the dress hugged your curves and dragged in the sand at your feet. the slit up to your hip was displayed as you posed. “that’s really what you’re all fucked up about? a picture?”

“did you really think it wouldn’t bother me?” his laugh was bitter. he took a few steps closer to you, frustration radiating off of him.

“considering you prance around half naked on live tv every week, no i didn’t think a dress would bother you.” roman wasn’t the type to be insecure, he knew you were his and how you dressed/what you posted wasn’t his concern. it’s seeing the way people talked that had him pent up.

“it ain’t the dress.” he ran his hand over his face. “you knew what them comments would look like before you even posted it.”

It took almost an hour to get it out of him, for him to tell you he saw a comment he didn’t like and instead of saying something he just let it make him angry.

“m’sorry baby, i should’ve just said something.” roman’s tongue lapped at your neck, trailing down your chest. His hands squeezed at your waist, ass, thighs, and pretty much everywhere else he could get them. he lives for how perfectly you fit against him, like you were made for him to touch.

“was that so hard?” you sigh, your fingers twirl in his hair as you savor his touch. Roman didn’t like to apologize, he never has. a quiet moan leaves your lips when he reaches your breast. quickly he pulls the cup of your bra down, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

“yeah, but it ain’t your fault you're pretty.” he placed a kiss on your cheek before moving to your lips. the kiss was messy, one hand making its way to your throat and applying a little pressure. his tongue invaded your mouth, clashing with your own. there was something pornagraphic about the way his saliva dripped down your chin and the string of it that connected your lips when he pulled away. his eyes burnt into your skin, lighting a fire in the path of his gaze. “go lay down for me, let me apologize the right way.” his eyes flickered towards the couch. without another word, you did what you were told. your thighs clenched together, looking for relief from the dull throb between them. Roman’s shirt was discarded as he stepped towards you. his abs flexed with each movement, you could feel the heat pooling in your belly from just the sight of him. He leaned down to place another sloppy kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you.

his fingers delicately find their place in the waist of your pants sending shivers through you. you lift your hips to help him get them down to your ankles. “spread those legs for me baby.” roman’s head dipped down to your waist, placing open mouth kisses to your lower belly. The wet spot on your panties was on full display as he ran his thumb over your clit. he wrapped his hand around your ankle, lifting it off the floor, leaving you spread open in front of him. “roman please” your hips stutter against his thumb, causing the pressure to increase. “please what mama?” he smirked against your inner thigh.

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school + writers block has hit me HARDDDD my request are always open🤣🤣

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Pin Me // Roman Reigns x Reader

***Author’s Note: Hiii I’m back! Had a dream about this recently and figured I’d write it out for y’all. 🤭 Also, tysm for the feedback on the first one shot I did! I wasn’t expecting that big of a response lmao, but I figured I’d write another one to feed y’all. Happy reading! 🖤***

Plot -> You’re an up and coming wrestler on the main roster, working mid card matches to make your way through the ranks and into the main event scene until you find yourself teaming up with the main event.

Pairings -> Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Cursing, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Hickies, Spanking, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.6k

“Miss Y/N, I know you took some bad bumps out there but please try to sit still so we can examine you,” the trainer pleaded. You just had a dark match against Piper Niven before the show opened and you were hurting badly, taking some brutal spots in the process. In the end you had pulled out the win, but you didn’t feel like a winner at that moment. You felt like your ribs had shattered into a million pieces, and it didn’t feel good. “So there’s no breaks or anything like that, you’re just understandably banged up. Keep icing it like you’re doing now and take a Tylenol every now and again, and you should be good to go. Just, don’t go jumping off of things for the next couple days and you’ll be good,” the trainer chuckled. You weakly smiled at him and attempted to get up from the table, but the TV broadcasting Smackdown caught your attention. Roman Reigns caught your attention.

The Bloodline story always captivated you, and it’s part of the reason you started seriously working on your in-ring character. They were the top of the food chain, the blockbuster event, the money ticket, and you hoped one day to grow to their level of popularity and success. Roman and Solo were both cutting a promo, and at first it seemed like the typical stuff. Both claiming to be the Head of the Table, both wanting the crowd to acknowledge them, but it was something Solo said that immediately piqued your interest. “Nobody in the locker room likes you, Roman. The men hate you, the women fear you… you know what-,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I challenge you to find any woman back there that’s dumb enough to team up with you and go against me and my partner next Saturday at Main Event. You win, and I’ll let you have a shot at my ula fala” Roman scoffed, clearly unamused that Solo was doing everything but facing him one-on-one, but agreed to his challenge.

“Wiseman,” he turned to Paul, his longtime advisor as he spoke, “You know what to do.”

Paul wasted no time, making sure to acknowledge his Tribal Chief before he hurried backstage to find the general manager. Now that the segment was over you had no excuse to sit in the trainer’s room, so you walked out and made your way back to the women’s locker room. Still clutching the ice pack to your ribs, you walked gingerly but not before being stopped. “Excuse me, miss Y/N, could I borrow a minute of your time?” There before you was the Wiseman himself, looking more stressed than usual. You were stunned, why would Paul want to talk to me of all people? “Of course, Mr. Heyman. I was just heading back to the locker room. Is everything okay?” “Oh please, call me Paul,” he paused, carefully choosing his next words, “I saw your match with Piper tonight, you looked like a star out there. The splash from the top rope to the announce table was incredible. I-” he stopped his ramblings as his eyes drifted to your ice pack on your ribs, a look of (fear? worry?) evident across his face.

“Oh don’t worry, Mr. Hey- I mean Paul, nothing’s broken. Just a little banged up is all, I’ll be good to go in a couple days,” you smiled as relief washed over his face. “Good, good! I mean- not good that you’re banged up, good that you-” “I know what you mean, Paul,” you chuckled at him, trying to calm him as best you could. “But you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes, right! Well-” he clears his throat, “As the Wiseman to our esteemed Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, I have been tasked with finding a suitable partner to join him in taking down Solo Sikoa and… whoever his partner is… so I was wondering-”

“Hold on a second, Paul, you want me to be Roman’s tag team partner? I mean forgive me for saying this but isn’t there someone… I don’t know… more worthy of a main event spot than me? Does he even know you’re asking me?”

“Well, not exactly,” he hesitated, “the Tribal Chief has… how do I say this… never been one to make friends. So I’ve so far been unsuccessful in finding him a suitable partner, but you’re here and the match you just put on was phenomenal! Even the Tribal Chief himself said you had a lot of promise, which is more than he says about anyone else…” he continued, “but no, I have not told him I was going to speak with you.” “Then let’s go talk to him, I want him to be okay with me being his partner before I agree to anything.” ******************************************************************

“You can’t be serious, Paul.” Roman sighed in clear frustration with the whole thing, “I mean she’s basically a rookie. And you think it’s a good idea for her to partner with me?” “Well yes, my Tribal Chief. I would never lead you astray.” You squirmed where you stood across the room, uncomfortable with the tension in the air surrounding your presence. Paul continued, “I asked everyone else in the locker room, and all of them declined. If you want to reclaim your ula fala, she’s your only option.” It was then that Roman finally glanced in your direction, eyeing you up and down as he pondered on his decision. His stare alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees, but you hid that as best as you could. Or tried to, anyway. The silence in the air was thick, and before you could stop yourself you were already speaking. “Ro- I mean, my Tribal Chief-” “Please, Joe is fine.”

��O-okay, Joe-,” you stammered. No man has ever made you act like this; you were always so confident, but here you were fumbling your words and stuttering through your sentences like you were a little girl all over again. It was almost pathetic how much of an effect he had on you, but you continued, “I- think Paul is right. I know I-I’m not a b-big name in this business yet but- you need to win back your ula fala, and you need someone willing to team with you to do it. I’m willing. I’ll help you.” Joe studied your body language as you spoke, watching the way you stood nervously across the room from him and how you were slightly shaking due to the pressure you were under. He watched your breathing, noticing you were breathing heavier with each word that came out of your mouth. He also noticed your lack of eye contact with him, your eyes glued to the floor afraid to look at his reaction to your sudden outburst. Joe had been wronged so many times before by people he loved dearly. Being forced to trust a complete stranger in his quest to regain what was rightfully his seemed unfair, but Paul and Y/N were right- it was the only way he was going to be able to do it. “Come here, Y/N.” Your eyes shot up from the floor at his response, looking at Paul for assurance. Paul gave you a small smile in return, letting you know it was okay to approach him. You made your way to him slowly, still looking anywhere but at him as you did so. When you finally reached him your eyes were still down, not daring to make contact, but a jolt of energy made you do so. With a singular calloused finger he lifted your chin until you were staring back at him. He towered over you and his dark brown eyes stared into your own with a burning intensity you couldn’t quite place. 

“You both are sure this is going to work?” He asked you and Paul, still maintaining his gaze with you. “Yes, my Tribal Chief,” Paul replied, a little more confident in his decision than he was about 10 minutes ago. “What about you, Y/N, you’re sure it’ll work?” You swallowed hard, feeling more pressure than ever before. This has to work, you thought, there’s no other option. Letting out a heavy breath you didn’t know you were holding, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, my Tribal Chief.” “Wiseman, go let Aldis know I found my partner. Oh, and make sure it says between us; I don’t want Solo to see this coming.”

******************************************************************

The day of Saturday Night’s Main Event was finally here, and neither Solo nor the WWE Universe knew you were the ‘mystery partner’. That wasn’t for a lack of trying though, Solo tried every trick in the book to figure it out. Harassing Nick Aldis, sending his lackeys to break into Joe’s dressing room for clues, none of them worked. You both had kept tight-lipped about your partnership, having secret training sessions together in the week leading to the match and keeping creative meetings to ‘need to know personnel’ only. Their plan was executing flawlessly but just had one more step to go: the true element of surprise.

Solo and his partner, Nia Jax, made their entrances into the ring and stood in wait for Roman and his ‘mystery partner’, but were shocked to find that Roman was making his entrance alone. That’s because you were lying under the ring, waiting for your cue to strike. Roman finally entered the ring prompting Solo to start antagonizing him and Nia getting in on the action. Her and Solo’s backs were turned and that’s when you made your appearance, striking Nia from behind and throwing them both off guard.

The match itself was pretty standard, Solo and Roman starting things off. Roman had the upper hand very quickly, but over time that changed. Near fall after near fall from both men ensued, with Superman Punches, Samoan Spikes, Spears, and everything in between. It was apparent that Roman was trying to use most of the time in the ring, he was trying to win this all by himself. But eventually that came back to bite him in the ass, as now he was beaten badly and needed help. His body nearly on the brink of exhaustion as he desperately tried to win in every way possible, to no avail. He knew in the back of his mind you were going to have to finish this match, and that his fate was ultimately in your hands. You knew it too, so while he laid limply in the ring after kicking out of two Samoan Spikes you were screaming for his attention. He dragged himself across the ring to you, finally relenting and giving you the chance to win this, and tagged you in right as Solo was tagging Nia. You entered the ring and suddenly every doubt you had and every insecurity of yours quadrupled as you stood across the ring from the Smackdown Women’s Champion. She came in with a fury you had never encountered before, or seen, and was countering every piece of offense you could get in. But after her initial rush of offense she slowed down, and that was when you struck. You start throwing heavy strikes, tackles, drops, you were unloading the clip of your entire move set on her, and it was working. You had her down on the mat, and were climbing the top rope to hit your finisher on her and nailed it. You immediately crawled on top of Nia to use your signature pin, by straddling her head and using your knees to keep her shoulders down. It was at this moment you locked eyes with Roman who had a different look in his eyes than you’ve ever seen before, eyes darker than ever as they trailed down your body and stared at your suggestive pin position. 1… 2… 3… 

You won. You pinned Nia, and you just secured Roman’s opportunity at the ula fala. Both of your names were being announced but you couldn’t hear it, stuck in this trance of Roman’s stare. He entered the ring and stood over you as you were still straddling Nia, looking down at you as you were practically on your knees in front of him. He guides you to your feet by lightly grabbing your chin, making sure he keeps his eyes on your facial features. 

“Be at my locker room in 10 minutes,” he says loud enough for only you to hear, “we’ve got some celebrating to do.” ******************************************************************

You had only given one soft knock on the door before it flung open and were dragged inside, now roughly pressed against it as bites and bruises were being scattered across your neck.

“You did so good for me out there, baby, winning for me all by yourself,” Joe growled against you, “So daddy’s gonna reward you, all you gotta do it be a good girl f’me and you’ll get want you want. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, f-fuck, yes sir.” Joe groaned in response and ripped off your ring gear, as you now stood completely bare before him. He drank in your naked body, how it was curved in all the right places with your beautiful breasts and ass perfectly on display for him. It was then that he noticed the artwork decorating your hip and thigh, a true masterpiece that would make Botticelli’s portrait of Venus look like a kid’s drawing. One that he would have no shame in hanging above his fireplace and admiring it for as long as he lives. 

He attached his lips to yours in an instant and you felt as though you were putty in his hands. This kiss was needy, desperate, and your hands felt the same as your hands wandered up and down his torso and his gripping your ass and breasts like his life depended on it. Joe removed the shirt he was wearing to reveal his god-like body to you, and you felt your wetness begin to drip just from the sight of him alone. His hands continued to wander, reaching your aching core as he let a singular calloused finger drag itself through your wetness. You bucked your hips in response, wanting more of him, but instead felt another large hand grab your waist. “Uh-uh princess, none of that. You’re gonna take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?”

“Yes daddy, I just-,” your sentence was halted in its tracks by a rough smack to your ass, making you cry out in pleasure with a hint of pain.

“Don’t talk back to me baby, Daddy doesn’t wanna have to punish you before you get your reward,” he leans into your ear, lips brushing your earlobe as he whispers, “and you don’t want that, do you baby?”

“N-no, no sir. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl, now show Daddy how good your mouth looks full of his cock.” You drop to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt around his hips. Finally you unbuckle it, removing it and releasing him from the confines of his pants and boxers. His cock is as god-like as the rest of him, perfect length, thickness, and the right amount of veins that you know will have your head spinning the moment it enters you.

“Look at me baby,” he tilts your head towards him with his finger, “open your mouth for me.” Reluctantly, you obeyed as he leaned down and spit in your mouth, giving you more to coat his dick with. Still looking up at him, you wrap your hand around the base and spit on the tip, bringing your hand up to pump his cock and fully coat it. You stroke him a few more times before dragging your tongue along one of the veins, making him shudder and let out a low groan, bringing his fingers to your hair and tugging lightly.

“Mmm baby don’t tease Daddy, go ahead pretty girl.”

You wrap your lips around the tip, giving kitten licks and sucking the sensitive head. He hisses and tugs harder on your hair, encouraging you to take more of him. You relax your jaw as you slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, using your tongue and hollowing your cheeks with your movements. Looking up at Joe you see he is a mess above you, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, and moaning your name. To you he always looked like a god among men, but seeing him in this state and being the one to get him there made you want him more than anything in your life. “F-fuck Y/N, you take me so well sweetheart, but I wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He helps you to your feet and guides you to the couch. He lays down, and as you move to straddle his waist, he stops you. “No, baby. I want you to pin me.” You look at him confused for a moment, unsure of what he’s saying. “Your pin tonight,” he adds, “pin me like you did Nia.” You hesitate before climbing on top of him, straddling his shoulders and resting your calves on them. “Like this, daddy?” You ask nervously.

“No baby, like this.” He lifts your hips from their seated position and brings your pussy directly to his face, where he latches his lips to your aching core. The feeling of his lips and tongue eating you with such desperation makes you jolt forward, grabbing onto his hair for support. He chuckles against you briefly before going back to work on you, licking your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue is working wonders on you as he plays with your entrance before slipping it inside. The feeling is overwhelming, both tender and rough at once. You feel yourself getting closer, your walls fluttering around his tongue with every movement it makes. All of a sudden though, he stops, and you whine in response. “As much as I’d love to eat you for every meal and then some, I think the winner here deserves to cum around my cock. Would you like that, baby?”

“Fuck yes, Daddy please, please fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight, I think you deserve it baby. Come on.” You both get up as he bends you over the couch, teasing your entrance with his cock before roughly slamming into you from behind. You scream out in response, which makes him cover your mouth and bring you close.

“Now baby, as much as I’d love to hear you scream my name over and over, I gotta keep you quiet. You wouldn't want someone barging in, would you?” Your pussy tightens around him in response and you moan into his hand. “Oh, you dirty girl… I gotta keep you around, don’t I princess?” He removes his hand from your mouth and brings it to your hair, wrapping it around his wrist for leverage and tugging it as he pounds you from behind. His free hand is roughly smacking your ass as he roughly fucks you, making your pussy squeeze his cock. Your mind is completely blank, the only thing you can think about is him and how good he’s fucking you as you become a moaning mess beneath him. 

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans in your ear, “your Tribal Chief wants to fill your pretty pussy full of his cum, can I baby?” “Mmm, y-yes m-my T-tribal chief. Want y-you to f-fill me up.” He moans at your response, speeding up his thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping and moans have completely filled the room. You knew if some poor soul walked by they’d know exactly what was happening in here, but neither of you cared. Right now, the only thing on both of your minds was how incredible you felt. It didn’t take long for him to figure out where your spot was, feeling your pussy react to him with every snap of his hips. Both of you were close now, you could feel it, but your orgasm was the first to hit. And it was intense. Your knees buckled under you as you spasmed under him and pushed back further into him, driving him deeper than before. The feeling of you cumming around him was what did him in, releasing himself into you in waves that had him coating your walls completely, marking your pussy as his. He admires his work in front of him; you completely fucked out before him, neck covered in marks he left on you, pussy swollen and red from the beating he just gave it, and best of all, leaking his cum. He takes a moment to come back down to Earth and takes in his surroundings, eyes landing on the ripped up garments on the floor that was your ring gear. Chuckling, he picks up his phone and dials a number. “Hey, Paul. I- yes, we’re fine. Listen, I need you to bring an extra set of clothes with you. There was, um,” he pauses, watching your glossy eyes close and your breathing soften, “an incident.” Paul begins to tease him through the phone, but Joe isn’t listening; he’s admiring the woman sleeping soundly before him and realizing that maybe the match wasn’t the only thing she won tonight, but she had won his heart too.

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he did this on purpose.

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i don’t care that it doesn’t fit i need it

I DON'T CARE I NEED SETH AS THE FIFTH MEMBER OF THE BLOODLINE IN WAR GAMES BECAUSE I NEED SETH AND ROMAN FIGHTING SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN

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he’s so cutie

Did I ever say that I love him 😭

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im obsessed with this actually

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Please go ahead and fuckin SMASH that unfollow button if you voted for Trump

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MY HEART🙁🙁

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6 years ago today, Joe Anoa’i announced his leukemia had returned and he would be taking an indefinite leave of absence from WWE.

Today, he’s the longest reigning world champion of his era, the top name on the marquee, the head of the table.

When you complain about Roman Reigns’ booking, and lord knows I have, please remember: this man fought like all hell to come back to wrestling. He’s earned every ounce of your respect for that.

Acknowledge him. ☝️

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Our eyes only-Jey Uso

i lied you’re getting sex tape with jey. the fic from the poll is still happening!

Warnings:

18+ (i am not responsible for your media consumption)

sex tape, hair pulling, bodily functions

word count: 817

“nuh uh baby, keep them eyes open” jeys fingers were splitting you open. The noises coming from your pussy were enough to have him cumming right there, his deep groans filled your ears as you forced your eyes open. you could see the look on his face, focused and determined to keep this rolling for as long as possible. “look at yourself mama.” jey flashed his grills to the camera before using his unoccupied hand to grip your chin, keeping your face centered in frame. you moaned loudly as you watched him behind you, fingers plunging in and out of your tight hole. you couldn’t close your legs if you tried. his calves were wrapped around yours, spreading you wide for the camera. jeys lips attached to your neck, sucking right below your earlobe. “jey i can’t.” tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, bruises now littered your skin from his mouth. “this ain’t nothin, you still gotta take this dick.” he growled. you could feel him pressed hard against your back, his dick throbbed against your bare skin.

“m’gonna cum.” you whimpered. your eyes fought to stay open. you knew if you stopped watching he would stop too. “yeah? cmon baby cum for the camera, make that shit messy.” he spoke into your ear, thrusting his fingers deeper making his palm bump your clit. “oh fuck daddy-“ you started to say before the air was ripped from your chest. your pussy clamped down on jeys fingers as you came, your essence gushing down his wrist in spurts. “that’s my good fuckin’ girl huh? yeah baby keep cummin” somewhere in the mix your hand had made its way to the back of his head, pulling his face closer to yours. the camera captured everything perfectly. the way his hand kept you looking forward, the saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and his fingers coated with you as he pulled them out.

jey reached for the phone making sure to zoom in on your pussy before bringing it to your face. he kissed you hard, his tongue pressed into your mouth sloppily. the camera caught the way you struggled to kiss back, your whimpers and gasps flowing into his mouth beautifully. “need you in me” you whispered onto his lips. immediately he shifted himself, forcing you forward face down. “arch for me baby, ass up.” he angled the camera down, showing off his thick cock as he stroked it a few times.

“pretty ass pussy. all for me hm?” he ran the tip of his dick through your folds, coating it with your cum. “answer me mama” he laid a slap on your ass before squeezing it for the camera. “yes daddy.” you moaned at the slap. sick of his teasing you push your ass back, hoping to entice him to speed things up. making sure the camera was adjusted perfectly, he thrusted into you. “fuck baby, always so tight for me” he moaned as your walls stretched to accommodate him. he gave you a minute to adjust before rolling his hips. your pussy squelched with each thrust, coating the base of his cock with a white ring. “harder.” you breathed out. Jey took that as a challenge.

Placing one leg up, he quickened his thrust, his pink tip abusing your gspot. “fuck jey… ssso good.” it took everything in you not to run, each thrust sent a jerk throughout your body. jeys hand not holding the camera wrapped around your hair, pulling your neck back. your face was now fully visible on camera along with the view of your greedy pussy sucking him in. deciding to put on a show for his video, you thrust your hips back, meeting his own. “shit- yeah fuck me back.” jey growls. he leans back and slows his thrust, forcing you to fuck yourself on his dick. “mhm…put in the work baby, make me cum” his hand slides down your back and settles on your ass to guide you. the sounds of your bodies clashing along with the smell of sex filling the room is intoxicating. “fuck i’m gon’ nut all up in this pussy.”

“give it to me baby” you moan.

Jeys groans become feverish as he thrust you back on his cock, making sure to bury himself to the hilt. heat washes over you as you feel his dick throb, filling you with his cum. He pulled out with a hiss, angling the camera to get a shot of the mixture of his and your cum dripping onto the sheets. with one last squeeze to your ass he clicked the button on his phone to end the video. “you did so good mama, so fuckin’ pretty on camera.” he placed a kiss to your cheek causing you to blush and hide your face. “don’t get all shy now, you know this is for our eyes only.”

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Ruined-Roman Reigns

roman reigns(joe) x afab reader

smut 18+

lowercase intended

warning: mention of alcohol, drunk sex, pnv, choking, use of “slut” once, toxicity, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.5k

your hands trembled as you pressed the call button. the alcohol had done its job in giving you courage up until the moment you heard the first ring. your body shuddered and your heart was practically moving a mile as minute as you listened to every ring on the other line. you knew this was a bad idea, all of this…all of him, is in the past. you’ve never wanted to re stir that pot. that is until about 5 minutes ago. the various screens in the bar played silently, any noise being covered up by the bustling energy, drunk college students, and others. including you and a few friends. it only took a few shots before the alcohol did what it needed. you guys were having fun, dancing, obnoxiously singing along to whatever music was playing from the box in the corner. out of the corner of your eye you spotted him. his large figure covered in tribal print tattoos, his hair was wet and framed his face perfectly. his chest was heaving as he held up his belt. everything about him was captivating, but at the same time just the sight of him made you want to puke. past emotions burnt your skin, swirling throughout you and wrecking any thoughts besides the ones of him.

“i’ll be right back.” you spoke shortly to your friends, unsure of if they were even paying attention. your fingers scrambled to find his contact. every slow breath you took was visible in the cold as you anxiously listened to the phone ring.

a deep chuckle surged from the other line making you jump.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?” his voice dripped like honey in your ears, even the cocky tone that was laced throughout it soothed your body. you let out a breath you were holding. your shaking hands fought to keep their grip.

“vodka.” you let out another sigh as you spoke.

“how have you been?” you heard leather crackle as he sat down somewhere.

“good…i think, actually i shouldn’t have called m’sorry.”

“don’t be, im not busy. you okay?” he questioned.

“i miss you.” you breathed out. you’re not sure if you miss him or not. sure you miss the laughs, the comfort that came from him, and especially the way he fucked you. but you didn’t miss the arguments, the uncertainty, and mistrust that came with it.

“don’t say that.” he grunted, running a hand over his beard that was now peppered with grays. it hasn’t been that long since you last spoke, maybe a year or so. it didn’t end well between you guys, the words that came from both of you were bitter, things were said that you're sure neither of you meant. the night things ended joe had returned from a trip days late, no warning, no text, no explanation. excuse after excuse flew from his mouth, tears and accusations flew from yours. it ended ugly and that was that. until a few weeks later he had pictures come out of him and a girl you could only assume was the one he was with during that time.

“i mean it, joe.” you spoke softly.

“fuck- no you don’t.” his words ended with another chuckle.

“what were you doing that night?”

“you know what i was doin’…but i’m sorry for it now if that does anything”

you couldn’t respond to that. of course you knew but hearing him say it was different.

“sorry? you’re fucking sorry?” you laugh bitterly, anger coming up before sadness.

“we weren’t serious. i thought that was clear.” you could hear his shrug from the other line.

“news to me.” you wiped a tear that you didn’t even know was falling.

“where are you?” he sighed.

“new york.” you rolled your eyes to yourself, getting ready to hang up before he spoke.

“can i come see you?” you could hear him scratch his beard again. you huffed and hung up the phone before responding.

back in the bar you found your friends who were ordering another round. you welcomed the burn into your throat time after time, letting the phone call turn into a dull ache in your heart. the goal wasn’t to get shitfaced but as you stumbled about, not denying another drink that’s where the night took you.

you found yourself outside letting the cool air soothe the redness of your cheeks. you slumped against the back of a random bench. before you knew it or knew why, tears were falling down your face.

“hey…hey stop cryin’” his voice sent shivers down your spine, your head shot up and your eyes locked with his a couple feet away. the way his body toward yours made you feel small.

“cmon’ we’re leavin.” his hand reached out to take yours but you shook your head.

“i’m not askin.” he grunted before grabbing your hand and pulling you up, causing you to stumble. he caught you by the waist and picked you up by the thighs. goosebumps burst through your skin as he placed you in a passenger seat. his shadow could be seen through the tint of the windshield as he walked to the drivers side.

“what do you think you’re doing? are you fucking serious.” he turned to look at you.

“shouldn’t matter to you.” you rolled your eyes, causing the anger to rise in him.

“yeah? well it does fucking matter. you’re gonna get hurt.” he huffed.

“let me go, joe.” you gritted your teeth trying to unlock the door. his hand gripped your wrist before shoving it down to your lap. his eyes flicked over to you every once in a while as he drove. his biceps rippled as he clenched the wheel in one hand.

the drive was silent, you had no idea where he was taking you. you know in most cases you would be terrified. but it’s joe. he might be toxic and angry but he wouldn’t hurt you. you watched his face carefully, the vein on the side of his forehead pulsed and his nose scrunched. you should be angry, asking for answers, but just the sight of him drives you insane. heat pooled in your belly every time his eyes met yours. the alcohol driving all of the sense you had out of your body.

“pull over.” you half-whispered.

“you okay?” he slowed the car to a stop. the road was dark and empty. you clicked your seatbelt, allowing yourself to move freely. he watched you carefully and you climbed over the seat to straddle his lap.

“what are you doing?” his hands hovered above your hips instinctively. your lips hovered over his as you studied his features for what felt like the first time.

“i need you.”

“you don’t wanna do this.” he shook his head and shifted in the seat.

“please joe.” you whispered against his lips, pressing your body deeper against his. he grunted slightly as your hips moved against him just once, testing the waters.

“you’re drunk. you’ll regret it.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i know you.” his lips grazed yours as his spoke. you shuddered before deciding to take matters into your own hands. your lips crashed against his, all remmients of your desperation flowing into him. your body relaxed for the first time the entire car ride. the comfort you’ve always known from him is prominent in the way his hands stroked your thighs. even after your time apart, the grip he has on you is still there. no matter how angry and hurt you were, one kiss and it didn’t matter anymore. your breath hitched as his tongue lapped at yours, his hips bucked from under him letting you feel the tent forming against the inside of your thigh.

“if you don’t want this i need you to tell me.”

“i need it.”

“promise me.”

“i promise” his eyes burnt your skin as you spoke. as soon as the words left your mouth he was on you again, the kiss was messy, teeth clashing as desire took over. joe’s hands fell to your hips, rocking them back and forth against his hardening dick. you reached for the lever on the side of his seat, letting it fall back almost flat.

“gon let me fuck this pussy up, remind her that she’s still mine?” he grunted, cupping you from under your dress. his palm pressed deliciously over your clit.

“fuck…please” you groaned.

“who’s had you while i’ve been gone hm?” his middle finger pressed into you, your hole tightening around him.

“n-no one” you shook your head.

“don’t fuckin lie to me.” he shoved another finger deep into you, savoring the noise that left your lips. “i know where you’ve been. givin it up like a slut…tryin to forget me.” one hand wrapped around your throat as he spoke into your ear.

the alcohol and the feel of his hand cutting off your airway heightened every sensation he was giving you. his fingers pressed hard against your g-spot along with his words that made you drip down his wrist.

“fuck me.” you gasped out, your voice strangled by his hand.

without a response his fingers moved to tug his pants down to his ankles. his dick slapped his stomach, precum coated his abs as it dropped from his swollen tip. you hiked your dress up to your waist and your panties were pushed to the side from his earlier endeavors. he lowered you down onto him slowly, letting you take your time. he knew he was big and your time away from each other didn’t help.

“shit baby- you feel so good” joe rolled his hips steadily, helping you take him to the hilt. you hissed as you bottomed out. the pressure on your cervix as your walls stretched around him made it feel like your first time all over again.

“cmon- fuck, open up for me honey” he caressed your hips, encouraging you to relax a little. your body always listens to him so quickly, your tensed muscles released as you let out little whimpers.

“there you go, take this dick for me.” joe groaned as you leaned back, rutting your hips against his relentlessly. his hand reached behind you to wrap around your waist.

“fuck i missed you” you grinned. your clit bumped his abs with every thrust causing the knot in your belly to tighten. your pussy fluttered around him pulling a moan from his mouth.

“i can tell.” his eyes fell to where your bodies met. a white ring coated the base of his dick. the smirk you knew all too well returned to his face. “you’re close” he spoke, reminding you of how well he truly did know you, no matter how much you’ve changed in the last year the way you tightened around his dick didn’t.

without warning, pleasure burst through your body, igniting every nerve as you came. your hips stuttered and your vision went blank. his hands urged your body forward, continuing to work you on his dick.

“shit- i’m cummin’ baby” his face dug into the crook of your neck, the sounds he let out almost enough to make you cum again.

“you ruined me.” you spoke once you caught your breath.

“you’re always gonna belong to me.” he kissed your lips sloppily. “doesn’t matter what i do.”

a/n: it’s been a hot minute 😭 reblogs and comments are appreciated!

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Jey grabbed his dick to line up at your entrance, thumbing your clit as he listened to your breaths and moans. He began to slap his dick against your cunt, chuckling at the stimulation it was giving you before sinking into you.

“Damn, that got you wet as fuck mama. You liked it that much?”

It felt so good as Jey pounded deeply into your pussy, you loved how he was using you. If only you could let out a simple moan or a ‘Yes Daddy’ but Jey had your mouth stuffed with his thick fingers. “Such a good fuckin girl, y’know that? Letting Daddy use you like his toy, huh?”

He couldn’t believe how tight you were after he’d spent the last two hours stretching you out in any and every hole that he wanted.

Your pussy spasmed around him as he continued to pump into you.

“I feel ya mama,” Jey moans, unable to stop his own groans and moans from slipping past his lips. “Daddy’s almost done.”

He removed his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to break into a fit of uncontrolled breathing and curses.

“Fuck…please don’t-mmh! Please don’t stop, Daddy!”

"Toys don’t talk, they take it. Shut the fuck up."

Even though his words were harsh, he was right. You were born and made only for him. He owns you. You know that you’re his everything but for now, you’re just a hole that he could use whenever and however. You shook and whined as your back arched against Jey, succumbing to your orgasm. It wasn’t before he followed suit.

Your little cunt throbbed around him again before he slowly pulled out. He was lost at the marvelous sight of how his cum leaked out of the tiny gape, he placed his fingers inside of you to keep you full before saying, “Can’t wait to fuck my pussy again…”

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