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hunnidmilly · 2 years ago

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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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livfastdieyoung69 · 1 year ago

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It is currently 4:08 am and I can't get cody rhodes out of my mind😔✊️

Truly a struggle

Anyway reader x cody because love him

Maybe something with Brock again because he's always causing issues for some reason... maybe something with Brock saying some really messy shit abt reader during a promo and Cody going feral as he should and reader having to physically pull him back with a quick little it's fine😨😨 don't get injured again kinda thing something more fluffy after because cody can never catch a break😭

GUITLY CONSCIOUS

(Cody Rhodes x gn!reader)

“In the packed MVP Arena, here in Albany, New York and now on the road to Money in the Bank, we welcome you to Monday, Night, Raw!”

After the quick introduction, the fallout of Night of Champions begins, Seth Rollins beginning the night as well as a surprise visit from AJ Styles, and the Judgement Day. Ricochet wins his spot in the Money in the Bank match, Trish and Zoey have a quick segment, followed up by Indus Sheer and Jinder Mahal beating two locals. Imperium and Alpha Academy have a match, followed shortly by a Women’s Championship Match, Ronda and Shayna unfortunately winning and by disqualification Dolph Ziggler wins a match against JD McDonagh.

And finally, well into the night, Cody’s music hits. The crowd cheers just as loud as they always do for the man, even at the sight of no wrestling gear and a sling around his broken arm. Their cheers die down for a moment, before becoming even louder the second he starts talking, his promo skills shining bright and loud as he yells brave and rage-filled words against Brock.

“….if I am standing in a ring, I am standing there ready to fight you, Brock Lesnar!” The pitched screeching of Brock Lesnar’s theme song cut him off, followed by the surprise of the fans and even Cody himself. The Beast stepped out and into the arena, his own attire casual as well. This was nothing new. Sometimes, Brock would come out in tight-ass jeans and a cowboy hat for no good reason. But this time, he had a mic.

“Now..now, Cody, I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think any of that’s true. In fact, I think if we were to have another match, your little bitch would run right back out here and I’d have to break their arm too.” He spoke slowly, walking to the ring and making circles around it as he did so.

The crowd booed at the harsh words, especially the ones against Y/N. The boo’s didn’t last very long, as they once again rallied into cheers as Cody seemed to forget he had a mic and instead moved to yell at Brock over the ropes, giving the announcement table a front row seat to his anger.

Brock only laughed in his face at the threats, moving closer to the ring and continuing his harassment of words against Cody’s partner, forcing Cody to start clambering through the ropes, ready to attack. He never made it to Brock though, as Y/N came rushing out into the arena.

They quickly dived into the ring, rushing over to Cody, giving him a soft tug causing him to stumble back into the ring and right against Y/N’s chest. Cody attempted to pull away, still yelling over at Brock, but his lover held him tightly around his waist.

“Don’t you ever talk about Y/N! I’ll rip your tongue straight out, you son of a bitch, don’t you ever let their name leave your mouth!” Brock continued laughing back into the face of the man as his partner dragged him over to the other side of the ring, moving away from the announcers table and starting to walk up the ramp, making Cody try and force his way away from Y/N once again, but was once again unsuccessful. The pair stayed inside on the ring for a while before they were given the okay that Brock wasn’t near the gorilla or their locker room.

They walked quickly in silence, Cody radiating with an unseen anger from beside Y/N, his hand coming up to rub his face almost as if it would wipe the irritation away. With the chance of Cody possibly running to attempt an attack of Brock or take his anger out on an unexpected victim, even if the latter wasn’t likely, Y/N kept a hand on his back, bunched up into his suit jacket until they reached the small locker room. An awkward silence quickly filled the room as Cody moved to sit down, his love standing above him.

“You know I wouldn’t have done that if your arm wasn’t hurt, right?” They were given no response, Cody doing nothing but keeping his eyes on the ground, elbows placed on his spread knees and hands clasped together. Y/N moved to sit next to them after the silence continued, a sigh moving past their lips in disappointment but also understanding why Cody was so mad.

“Do you see this? Hm?” Y/N touched Cody’s casted arm gently as they asked, and though he still remained in silence their grasp was comforting. He looked over to them, blue eyes shining and wet with shame. “This means that you’re hurt. It’s my job to make sure you don’t get hurt, and you already are, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t get hurt more, even if it means you’re angry at me.”

Unable to find the words, Cody stayed silent, and instead let out a soft breath, eyebrows moving to furrow together over soft eyes. Noticing his increasing guilt, Y/N moved in closer.

“C’mere, baby.” They barely had to speak before Cody was moving into their hold with such force they fell back onto the small couch, the large man toppling over on them and blond, short hair tickling their chin as his face shoved into the space between their neck and the back of the couch.

“M’sorry.” Finally able to find some words, he muttered it into their neck, for some reason ashamed of his actions.

“I’m not mad, Codes. Could never be mad at you, never ever, I just need you to be safe. You did nothing wrong at all.” Y/N’s hand moved up to his hair while they spoke comfortingly, their tone holding nothing but love and endearance. Cody let out another sigh, his working arm moving behind Y/N to grasp around their waist while the other layer over top of them.

“Codes. Baby, look at me, please.” Their voice, still sugar-sweet, induced Cody to look up at them through adoringly long black eyelashes much to the contrast of his striking hair, diamond eyes shining from Y/N’s praise.

“I’m not mad. Okay?” The sweet, sweet boy responded with a nod and the mouthing of an okay, eyes clamping closed again. The pair returned to a silence, this time comforting and loving, Y/N’s hand running through Cody’s hair almost sending him to sleep.

“Wanna go home, sweetheart?” Cody responded with another nod. “Yeah? Okay.” Though they both agreed, neither moved from the grimy couch, Cody refusing to give up his spot on top of them and Y/N not wanting to make him get up. Instead, they continued their cuddle session, enjoying the softness they each pulled out of each other.

I kinda popped off on this one seeing Cody at summerslam ignited something in me

Sometimes i just wanna love on someone and it definitely shined through in this one oopsies

#liv writes;*!#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #yeah i luv him

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vanillawurld · 1 year ago

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༊*·˚Groupie Love

✧.* Pair - Roman Reigns x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Cursing, fluff, slow burn-ish? cornyyyyyyy

✧.* Summary - After getting lost in the big halls where Monday Night Raw was being hosted, Reigns decided to swoop in and help her. From there, a beautiful connection starts to blossom with the WWE star and the lovely girl.

✧.* Extra - Set in Roman's Shield era

✧.* Word Count - 1,544

Y/N remembers the first time her and Roman laid eyes on each other. It was on a Monday Night Raw event that her brother practically forced her to go to and the shield were making their apperence to ambush Cena, Orton, and Sheamus. When she heard their theme start playing and the men rushing down those long stairs, she didn't expect one of them to land their perfect eyes on her. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the muscular man smirk at her while going down those long stairs. And it wasn't the last time Reigns acknowledged the girl. Throughout the weirdly long ambush, Roman kept snapping his neck to find Y/N and whenever he did, they always managed to lock eyes.

It was hard for Y/N to manage not to shy away from Roman's stare. Every time he would look for her in the crowd, her face and chest would get a warm but loving feeling.

After the shield left the ring, Y/N lost all interest and focus on any other match. All that was left in her head was the way Roman would stare at her. Even when he was supposed to be focusing on fighting Randy Orton, his eyes would wander off in the crowd to find her. In those stolen moments, she would think about why that man kept looking for her in the crowd.

Roman's action didn't go unnoticed. When him and his group were in the locker room, Seth asked him why he kept looking at the crowd like he was looking for someone. Roman didn't want to tell him that a beautiful glowing girl caught his attention so he lied and said it was nothing. But It was far from nothing though. From the time Roman wasn't in the ring, whenever he would memorize her face, he would smile. He needed to get close to her. He needed to figure out why he had the urge to be with her.

After hours of wrestling, screaming, and music, the event finally ended and it was time to go. Y/N didn't feel any remorse for ignoring the show that was happening in front of her eyes. Throughout the whole time, her head was in the clouds. Thinking of Roman. She didn't even notice the show was over until her brother grabbed her arm and dragged her with him so she didn't get lost in the crowd. While they were both leaving, her brother started to go on about the show. Her brain took no notice of her brother rambling about how amazing Brock Lesnar did this move or how Kane did that move. She didn't care.

"Oh wait, I want to go look at the merch," Her brother suddenly said. He let go of Y/N and started speed walking towards the hundreds of booths filled with WWE merchandise. Y/N took no interest in looking so she stood by a corner to wait for her brother. That was until she needed to use the restroom. She informed her brother to which he said "Yeah, okay. I'll meet you in the car," and kept looking at the merchandise in front of him. Y/N rolled her eyes and started to wander off to look for a bathroom.

'This was a mistake' she said in her head. She was lost. She knew she should've asked for help as soon as she was out of her brother's sight. Y/N was stressing out and making her situation even worse by continuing to roam around. She couldn't stop walking in fear of getting yelled at for being in a restricted area. She decided to stop and lean against a wall to call her brother for help. She didn't know how he would be able to help, but she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she pressed on her brother's contact, she heard footsteps coming near her presence.

"You okay, ma'am?" she heard a deep voice say behind her. She turned around and saw him standing in front of her. Looking at her with a slight smile on his face.

"O-Oh, uh... Yeah, I'm okay. I just got lost looking for the bathroom," she told him. Roman chuckled at her response. It's not every day that a fan gets lost looking for the bathroom...maybe.

"Here, I'll help you find the bathroom. Don't worry," He said. Y/N mentally sighed. She got saved from embarrassment. "My name is Y/N by the way and you must be Roman Reigns!" she chimed.

Roman chuckled, "Yup that's me, but my real name is Joe so you can call me that". Y/N smiled and mouthed his real name again. She found it funny how he already gave her his real name after meeting him for just 6 seconds.

As they walked together, they were struggling to figure out what to talk about. Both of them wanted to break the awkward silence, but they didn't know how. That is until Y/N's brain started to remember when Roman kept staring at her when he was out in the ring. She wanted to ask him what that was about, but she was afraid that he would say that he wasn't staring at her. She didn't want to get humiliated by thinking a famous person kept staring at her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Roman, "You sure you're okay? Your facial expression says that you're not." Y/N's cheeks got warm from how quickly he picked up her expression and thinking state.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just thinking about something. That's all." Her voice got quieter. Roman looked at her and stopped walking, causing her to stop walking and turn to face him.

"Thinking of me staring at you while I was in the ring huh."

Y/N's eyes widened. She was right. "So you were staring at me," She softly said while smiling. "But why were you staring at me so much?" she asked. Her heart started beating faster after hearing Roman's confession. Her heart beating lighting fast and scared to hear his reasoning.

"To be honest, you just caught my attention. It’s crazy ‘cause … every day I looked into a crowd and lay eyes on a lot of people, but none of them have really captured my attention like you have. It’s not just your looks that caught my attention… it's something about you. I can’t really figure out what or why." Roman said.

She felt the butterflies in her stomach multiplying after hearing his response. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Roman with heart eyes. "Maybe one day you’ll figure it out," she replied.

Roman chuckled, "Well that’s only if we get to talk and interact more. Which, im not complaining about,” Y/N giggled and simply nodded her head.

The two just kept staring at each other. They were so caught up looking into each other's eyes that Y/N forgot she had to use the restroom. That moment was ruined when Y/N's phone started to ring. It was her brother. Y/N didn't realize how long she was gone and instead of picking up the phone to tell her brother she was fine, she sent him a text saying she'll be out in a second.

"I'll walk you out, don't worry."

When the two finally made it out of the building and into the parking lot, Y/N was kind of devasted. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay with Roman and continue talking about hard feelings. As corny as it sounded, she would do anything to experience that again with Roman.

Y/N wasn't the only one hit with that devasting feeling. Roman didn't want Y/N to leave either. He still wanted to get to know her more. He felt like he was robbed from time.

"When will I get to see you again?" she softly asked Roman.

Roman looked at her and smiled, "Soon. The next WWE event is set a couple hours from this city and I'll be there. I can even buy your ticket if you want. I really want to see you there." he replied.

Y/N nodded her head and started walking toward her brother's car. But before she got close to the car, she turned around and smiled at Roman. "I'll wait for you," was the last thing she said to him that summer night.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

IM BACK AND THIS WAS SO CORNY

p.s I didn't proof read this so YOLO

p.p.s guys send in requests im bored

#roman reigns x reader #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe x reader #Roman Reigns scenario #WWE imagine

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romanreignseater · 2 years ago

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He’s Gray. (Request)

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Just a quick little smut 🤭.

Roman’s beard has been getting more gray by the day, and you just had to tell your man how much you loved it.

Request: “hii love im not sure if you take request but if you do can you maybe do one about the greys in his beard from his men’s health”

A/N: Short story for @cyberdejos2. Thanks for the request!!! (My request/questions box should be open now, don’t be afraid to ask).

“If you’d like to see how my training helps me and affects my performance, you can always uhh… tune into SummerSlam. Because I’m gonna smash Brock Lesnar on July 30th, ummm and you’d be able to see these results, see how this really does affect the goals at hand and the performance, uhhh you know when they come around. Alright guys have a good one.”

“And that’s a wrap. Great job today Roman!!” Said the producer and director of Roman’s Men’s Health training video. “You know how the Tribal Chief do.” His laughter bulging through his sentence.

Although, Roman’s workout was quite enjoyable to watch. You could only focus on gray hairs layered at the front of his beard.

Now, Roman isn’t an old man, but based on his genetics, he was prone to go gray early just like his father. You were quickly draw away from your thoughts when gusts of flowing wind fanned in front of your face.

“Y/N… you good?! You’ve been staring off into space for the past two minutes.” Your boyfriends smile expanded from side to side as your doe like eyes looked up at him.

“I want to sit on that sexy gray beard daddy.” Roman was taken aback by your sinful comment. Yet extremely intrigued. Roman’s eyes darkened in an instant, his hands strongly and swiftly grabbed at your waist to push your fronts to one another.

“So, you like the grays in my beard mama?! It makes you wanna sit on my face? You wanna see your sweet juices drenched all over my beard?”

His sultry words made your sweet juices flow into your panties even more, soaking them. Your eyes told him all he needed to know. He led you to the bench where he was just working out on and he laid back on it once more.

Your eyes widened as you realized you were going to sit on his face while the producers, camera crew, and directors were in the other part of the gym facility. They could barge in at anytime, but that made it even more thrilling.

“Sooo, you’re gonna do what you said you would?!” Your shocked expression turned into a sly one as you let go of his hand. Your leggings and panties dropped in one swift motion. Your full cunt and ass exposed to the Tribal Chief as you mounted the position to sit on your throne.

As you hovered over his mouth, his breath hit your sensitive cunt almost immediately, causing you to shudder. Hurrying yourself up, you quickly sat directly on his open mouth where his tongue met your clit.

His tongue sloppily slid across across your entrance to your clit, making out passionately with your pussy. “Mhmmmmm, that’s so good baby.” Your moans lowered by couple octaves than usual due to the fact that people were in the vicinity.

Your pussy molded perfectly against his mouth as he began sucking your juices. “Ride it baby, ride my face.” His voice deep and husky, just how you liked it.

You soon followed his instructions and rode his face till the days end. His parading inside your walls, making the sensations rise. Your ministrations and pace quickened more and more as you felt your high coming on. “Oh my god, I’m cumming.” You clenched your teeth so your moans couldn’t surpass the room you were in and you didn’t risk being caught.

“F—uckkkk.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you reached your climax and Roman drank in all of your juices. You were let off of his face and sat on his lap. Your eyes were quickly drawn to his glistening, gray beard soaked in your essence. “Go ahead baby.” Your tongue swiped across his rough beard; licking up every part of his dripping facial hair you admire so much.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You and Roman shared a quick kiss when the sound of chatter started jarring closer. Roman’s hand swiped across his beard to make sure his face was dry and you jumped up in order to place your clothes back on your body. The crew entered the room as you dusted yourself off.

“Alright Roman, we’re gonna get some quick photos and we’ll be out your way.” Knowing that you have a degree in Photography and Design, the camera crew allowed you make sure the pictures came out right. Also, since you were Roman’s manager, he wanted you to look over his photos.

As they were snapping pictures you realized there were some droplets dripping form his beard. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

Maybe everyone will think it’s sweat?!

THE END!!

MY TAG SQUAD: @cyberdejos2 @thesamoanqueen @alyanarossi @nayys-world @mzv11 @babybatlover @vogueyonce

If anyone else wants to be added, I’ll greatly appreciate it!! Special thanks to the first members of my tag squad 💕!!

#roman reigns #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fan fiction #roman reigns oneshot #roman reigns x female reader

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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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Can I request Drew Mcintyre x reader where drew gets SUPERRR jealous of someone flirting with reader?

Advances || Drew McIntyre x Reader

Summary: Drew has never been particularly fond of Brock Lesnar. When Brock starts trying to get into your pants Drew is fuming.

You notice Drew's demeanor change as soon as Brock Lesnar starts getting too close for comfort. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, his grip on his fists tightening. It's clear that he's not at all pleased with Brock's advances towards you. You catch his gaze, and his eyes burn with a mix of protectiveness and jealousy.

Drew's usually calm and collected presence is replaced by a simmering anger. He steps in, positioning himself between you and Brock, his towering figure serving as an imposing barrier. His voice is firm and loaded with a warning as he addresses Brock, making it clear that he won't tolerate any disrespect towards you.

Brock, taken aback by Drew's sudden intensity, backs off slightly, his bravado faltering in the face of Drew's unyielding stance. Drew's hands remain clenched, ready for action if necessary. He doesn't need to say much; his stance and the intensity in his eyes speak volumes.

As the tension lingers in the air, you feel Drew's protective energy surrounding you. It's reassuring, making you feel safe and cherished. And even though Brock eventually backs down, Drew's presence doesn't waver. He keeps a watchful eye on you throughout the rest of the event, ensuring that you're out of harm's way.

Later, as you both find a moment alone, Drew's usually composed expression softens. He takes your hand gently, his touch warm and reassuring. "I can't stand that man, always disrespecting my woman," he admits, his voice a mixture of concern and vulnerability. "You mean a lot to me, lass, and I won't let anyone treat you like that."

You smile at his words, feeling a rush of affection for the fierce protectiveness he shows. You reassure him that you appreciate his stance, and his lips quirk into a half-smile, the tension in his shoulders easing.

In that moment, you realize how much Drew cares for you, and his jealousy, while overwhelming at times, is a testament to the depth of his feelings. It's a reminder that he's willing to go to great lengths to keep you safe and make sure you know that you're valued and cherished by him.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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Could you do a reader x Damian priest where the reader gets bullied and insecure for being autistic and Damian comforts them🩵

OMG omg ofc

Don't change yourself

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Damian is by your side when your thoughts make you insecure of yourself

Warning: Swearing

You tap your hands on your shoes as you wait for your boyfriend to come back to his locker room feeling excited for him on his win. You suddenly feel like someone was watching you, turning to see Brock Lesnar walking by making a face at you which made you feel uncomfortable as he stares at before he leaves, you show a smile at Asuka as she stops while talking to Sasha Banks who waves at you happily and blows you a kiss that you caught since it was what the two of you have always done since becoming friends, "Why are you friends with the parasite?" sasha stops and turns while having a look of anger "The fuck did you just say?" asuka only rolls her eyes and laughs as she walks to you with sasha right behind her. "You are nothing, you have the people you have around you because they feel sorry for you" you feel tears brim in your eyes as you feel ringing in your ears and the overwhelming feeling of vibrating in your body as you shake your hand to get some of it out but as she laughs at you crawling in the corner, sasha kicks her, grabs her by her hair, and drags her out of the room and down the hall as Damian walks by seeing sasha standing above her and yelling "Why the hell did you do that to her huh?" she kicks her in the face as brock grabs sasha by the shoulders and ready to throw her into the wall until damian steps in "I would suggest you put her down and leave her alone", "Are you gonna get rid of your weirdo fuck buddy" before brock could blink, damian had pulled him off sasha and on the floor. After getting enough anger out, damian walks to his locker room only to see you in the corner shaking all over which makes his heart drop to his gut as he quickly walks to you "Baby what's wrong?" you look at him as you hold your hands over your ears and hyperventilate until he gently grabs and holds your hands in his "Look at me listen to my voice" you look at him and listen to him calmly talk to you and after a few minutes, you were in his lap telling him everything that happened realizing why he saw sasha so mad "I love you more than I have ever felt for anyone and I wouldn't want anyone else in the world but you don't change yourself because of this" you nod as you trace his tattoos and hum lightly while he placed kisses on your forehead and nose.

#wwe x reader #damian priest #wwe #damian priest x reader

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bluestarzi · 9 months ago

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Hi! I'm Bluey

You can submit a request/prompt for me to write about here, and if I like the prompt enough I'll write a full fic on ao3!! (ao3)

Things I'll write about:

• age regression

• judgment day (Rhea, Finn, Damian, Dom)

• kink (nothing too extreme)

Things I won't write:

• incest

• rape/non con

• drinking and driving (for personal trauma reasons)

• brock lesnar, vince mcmahon

• x-reader (sorry i just don't like these ones)

• y/n (again, i just don't like these)

My main pairings are:

• damian x dominik

• rhea x liv

• rhea x damian x dominik

Would anyone like a headcanons post?

#wwe #the judgment day #rhea ripley #damian priest #dominik mysterio #dirty dominik mysterio #finn balor #tjd #liv morgan #gay #they're all gay

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mexxs-blog · 1 year ago

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WELCOME TO MEXXS-BLOG

welcome to my blog, have fun. 💋

RULES;

# 1; Don’t rush me or try to force me to write for you, if you want something to be written, being nice is the best way to go about it.

# 2; Be respectful of everyone & their opinions.

# 3; No homophobia, racism, sexism, ect. If you display any of these things, you will be called out and blocked.

# 4; don’t like something i’ve posted? (eg: a ship) either block me or send me hate and get blocked, lol.

FANDOMS;

wwe ( + excluding; vince, brock lesnar. )

the hunger games

the maze runner

harry potter

cruella ( 2021 )

THEMES;

d/s, mommy/daddy kink, bondage, consensual non- consent (cnc), ect

DO/DONT WRITE;

dont’s; r@pe, feet kink, piss kink, x reader, dom!rhea ripley.

do’s; pretty much anything else.

DISCLAIMERS;

i do NOT write about the real people, i only write for their characters. If you ask me to write for the real people, you will be blocked.

sometimes i reblog nsfw, drug useage, mild gore, and other triggering subjects. ‼️

i am very inactive at some times.

dm’ing me is fine, just be respectful.

this is a heavy nsfw blog. proceed with caution.

my ao3 ; https://archiveofourown.org/. users/wryroses/profile

divider credits; @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

ALL MY WORKS (FINISHED AND UNFINISHED)

(will update soon) ^

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imaginexwwe · 1 year ago

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Hello!

May I request a fanfic pls?

Brock Lesnar x Wife!Reader

She was 2000s wwe wrestler(6 time women’s champion, has a streak at wrestlemania, came back for evolution and the women’s Royal rumble and got the crowd pop of the century) and she gets inducted into the WWE hall of fame.

Sorry for answering so late but thank you for sending inba request and i will get to work on this so as I can!!!!

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itjazzbicch · 2 years ago

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Welcome To The Rodeo

Pairing: Brock Lesnar x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off of The Man in The Beast:

The readers feelings towards Brock only get deeper while heading into Summerslam, realizing how Brock is right when it comes to the truth behind her business relationship with Roman and after seeing the aftermath of their match, Roman awakes the beast in the reader and she learns where she wants to be, with Brock..

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 2.9k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks @rubyred1980

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

With it being the night before Summerslam, my heart was racing all night. Roman wasn’t here so at least that I didn’t have to worry about that, but I did have to keep my eyes on Jimmy and Jey, and I also had to speak on behalf of Roman at the end of the night.

Why did it have to be at the end of the night? I was pacing around the entire show, no clue what I was even going to say after what happened with Brock.

By the time I had the ring, I was still confused, just winging it when I went on about their match, going to close with:

“Tomorrow night at Summerslam, the conclusion of this rivalry between our Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns and Brock-“

My heart fell out of me, almost like I announced him because his music hit so perfectly. Brock came out, fixing his cowboy hat, a smile on his face and wasted no time to make his way down to me.

No words, he just towered above me and smiled. His eyes said it all. He truly wasn’t my enemy and staring back into his eyes, I didn’t realize how I was panting, having to calm myself to speak.

“Brock, tomorrow night at Summerslam,” If I didn’t push Roman, there would be hell to pay, going to try to put out whatever kind of intimidation that I could, but someone had other plans.

What was it with people trying to use me?!

Theory had to have noticed just like everyone else how Brock tended to me after that nasty clothesline that I was dragged into. Now, being pushed into Brock so Theory could try to get a jump on him?

Unfortunately for him, things didn’t go to plan. Brock quickly shielded me away, putting me in the corner, eating every shot that Theory gave out.

It blew my mind that people were brave enough to step to this man. Brock was able to grab his wrist, whip around and clothesline his head off.

Hope Theory was ready for a ride because Brock took him straight to suplex city then took his MITB briefcase and beat him so hard with it that it began to bend.

I sat in the corner and watched with a dropped jaw. Roman was really gonna be in for it considering it was a last man standing match. I could never.

Thankfully, I was on his good side. Something in me wanted to run and hug him, but I couldn’t. The feelings were so confusing that it was almost making me cry.

Brock came back over with Theory basically dead, offering his hand, “You okay, darlin’?”

Standing up and nodding my head, Brock went over and sat on the ropes for me, the crowd roaring at my swerve, going in the other direction, saying only because the cameras were on:

“See you at Summerslam, Brock.”

I had to get out of there. Now. Needed to be alone, so I could collect my thoughts, but there was no avoiding what I just did, Brock finding me backstage:

“Hey, what was that all about?”

“You realize that we were on tv, right?” It was a challenge trying to hold back my sanity, panicking a little, “Roman is watching. Jimmy and Jey are around here somewhere, and I’m already in deep waters with them because of what happened with you that they saw. Let alone this.”

Brock was thinking for a moment, observing my panicking and how I began to pace again, bringing me to a stop when he took both my hands:

“Just listen to me for a second, alright?”

Nodding softly, I held those massive hands, listening and taking in his every word:

“Now, I know you’ve been managing Roman, but you’re still a wrestler. You are a damn good one. Instead of worrying and freaking out over Roman’s stupid, tribal chief, bullshit? Wake up that beast in you.”

Staring down at his finger, he pointed to my heart and looking back on the days when I did wrestle, he made me miss it so much. Remembering how beastly I actually was and to think that now, I was just Roman’s manager.

“That’s all the advice that I can give you,” Brock sighed, seeing the conflict I was having in my head.

All of the feelings were hard to fight, but when it came to knowing what was right and what was wrong? My whole partnership with Roman? It wasn’t right.

I couldn’t just let him walk away, having to jog some to catch up with him, “Brock?”

He had his eyes closed whenever he turned around, not expecting me to almost jump into his arms and hug him. Hugging him felt so right, made my heart calm, all the panic disappearing and when he hugged me back, his embrace so strong and warm, I couldn’t lie to him.

“I only said what I said because we were on the show, but just know something,” I said softly, a little nervous because of the leap I was going to take.

Brock had an idea in mind, smiling to me, “And what’s that?”

Holding his cheek in one hand and kissing the other, I tilted his hat up a little so I could smile into those blue eyes:

“I’m rooting for you tomorrow.”

His smile was so bright and cute, making it brighter when I pinched his cheek softly, kissing his cheek one more time:

“Just don’t get too banged up tomorrow okay? And thanks for keeping me safe out there.”

“Any time darlin,” He kissed my cheek back and I was melting with his arm around my hip, still keeping me in a hug, tilting his hat back down and winking, “And don’t you worry about me. I got this.”

Like last time, he left with a kiss on my hand, my heart racing but in a good way for a change. Excited for Summerslam because whether if Brock won or loss, it was my time to put my foot down, do something that I could never do with Roman, and that’s do what I wanted.

——

Things were never going to be the same after tonight. Like any of Roman’s matches, I went out with him and things were already strange.

He was so strangely nice to me that whole night and I played along being in front of a crowd, but when Brock came out, so did all of my emotions.

I’m sure I was like everyone else, eyes about popping out of my head when Brock drove a TRACTOR over to the ring. It was MASSIVE, looking up high to see him standing at the top and he smiled right at me.

That was my cue to get the hell out of there, the moment I stepped out, Brock jumped right off the top of it and hell formed on earth.

I stayed hidden because my god, they were beating the ever living shit out of each other, everywhere, really sending me into a deep shock when Brock got into the tractor, lifting the ring completely while Roman was inside of it!

How they kept getting up after all of this? I had no clue. Roman was in danger and of course, out came Jimmy and Jey.

There was nothing that I could do, not like I’d make any difference anyhow. I was nearly in tears watching Brock getting buried under pieces of the announce desk, whatever they could find around them, Roman standing on top of it.

Hearing Brock yelling in pain had me shaking. As much as I hated seeing Roman winning, I was glad that it was over.

“Alright, Roman. That’s enough!” I quickly rushed over, medical personnel going to help Brock, but Roman stood still and smiled down at me.

“What’s the rush?” He glared, squatting down to stare deeper into my eyes, “Want me to get off your cowboy?”

Roman knew. Frozen in place, I couldn’t think of anything to say, Roman revealing exactly how I felt about Brock:

“Wanna fall in love all of a sudden because he tried being some knight in shining armor? You thought that I wouldn’t find out, Y/N?”

It would have never happened in the first place if Roman didn’t pull me into his clothesline, but it was a blessing in disguise. Brock was a change for me and a good one. Remembering what he told me on Friday. Feeling that beast in me awaken with every word Roman spoke, especially when he stood up tall yelling at me:

“I’m your Tribal-“

Without realizing it, I snapped. The crowd popped so loud when I swept his feet from under him, Jimmy and Jey so shocked that they couldn’t move, fury in my yelling:

“You’re nothing but a tribal bitch!”

I didn’t realize that Brock was emerging behind me because I was so busy popping off. Roman couldn’t hide the damage he took from that match and feeling more from that hard fall I caused, standing over him and yelling at him more:

“I’m so sick of you! I’m fucking done!”

“Y/N,” Brock was trying to make it to his feet and I meant it when I said that I was done with Roman, seeing Brock so beat up like this and the anger from Roman on top of it made all the tears spill out, rushing over to him:

“Are you okay, Brock?”

I knew that he was tough, but it was still so hard on me, concerned that he was hurt, all eyes on us when he slowly made it to his feet, throwing his arm over my shoulder to help him stand when he panted:

“I’m okay.”

“Brock, you don’t have to hide it because I’m here,” i sniffled, silencing when he stood up straight as best he could, holding the side of my face, smiling through the pain:

“I’m okay, baby girl.”

Roman was already making his exit, all the way up the ramp, but his eyes were still on us, on the giant screens and showing Brock kissing me.

His kiss turned my sad, frustrated tears into happy ones, kissing back softly and trying to hold him up as best I could, feeling him shaking slightly, kissing his cheek and wiping my eye:

“You took care of me. Now, I’m taking care of you. Even if you are okay, I’m still making sure.”

“Alright, baby girl. I will for you.”

For someone who was a true beast, he was the sweetest to me and he must’ve been made of steel or something because miraculously, he had no injuries.

There was already a smile on my face when he found his cowboy hat, raising it up to the fans and standing tall on his own, then making me smile by putting it on me.

Heading to the back, I wanted to keep the night easier for him, being serious when I saw some footage of him with the tractor and saying as we headed into the locker room:

“I think that was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen someone do during a match.”

“You liked that?” He laughed, showing he had the time of his life causing the chaos he did with it.

“I know that things didn’t really go according to plan, but I had a ball watching you whip his ass like that,” I chuckled; Brock may have lost, but he sure gave Roman the fight of his life, smiling as he brought up:

“You made me proud out there.”

I only looked at him, letting him take the seat and bit of relaxation that he needed, that smile growing with heat in my cheeks when he pulled me into his lap, smiling:

“You finally woke up that beast in you.”

“That match was so hard to watch,” I hated that reliving it made me cry, letting out, “He just pissed me off so much and I couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“No crying now,” His thumb wiped away my few tears, having to reassure again, “I am just fine. Roman may have won the match, but I’m the real winner, tonight.”

I met his gaze to see what he meant, being pulled in for a soft kiss. Just one soft touch made me feel content, not worrying anymore and only returning the tenderness of our lips, hiding my face under his hat that I was still wearing when he pulled me over to straddle him.

“Brock, you just wrestled a hell like match. You don’t have to do this because I’m being a big baby,” The heat in my cheeks was growing, giggling whenever he thrusted his hip up:

“Afraid to go for a ride?”

“Afraid?” Tilting the hat up, I cocked my eyebrow and teased, “I see that your proving how much you can handle.”

“More than you know,” Neither of us wanted to worry about everything just happened, another thrust of his hips sending up to his chest for another kiss:

“I agree that you’re the real winner tonight and so?”

He couldn’t stop smiling when I stood up, giving him a little show as I stripped, keeping his hat on, smirking at the sight of his cock erect against his shorts and winking to him:

“Wanna go for a rodeo that’s even better?”

“Hell yeah,” He quickly kicked off his shorts and boxers, taking my hand and pulling me back on his lap. Taking my time, I picked up my hips, squealing a little at the slap on ass, his hand grabbing at it, showing his low amount of patience and that he was ready to go.

"Better be careful getting me rowdy," I warned, raising up on my knees.

Holding the base of his shaft, I noticed his eyes looking down, then he picked up his hips, sliding right into me. With a bounce, I made his hips fall to the couch, sitting down on all of him.

"Only gonna make me to do it more,” He smirked, delivering another spank before holding onto my hips.

A string of swear words, a few praises, fell from his lips as I wound my hips onto him, giving myself some more pleasure, just to mess with his a little..

"You still thinking I’m too worn down?” He murmured, throwing up his hips hard and earning a sharp gasp from me:

“Oh my god, Brock.”

Nodding his head and loving my reactions, he placed both hands on my breasts, keeping those same thrusts, only quicker:

“Think I’m still worn down now?”

His chuckling fired me up more, holding his face and kissing hard with my tongue:

“No, but I’m fresher than you are.”

I completely went off and established a rhythm, bouncing down onto his cock hard, making sure he was buried deep as I crashed down. That's when I still realized, it was becoming hard to hold myself together.

After so much, my body fell to his chest,, holding onto his shoulders as I slowed down a bit, still rolling my hips and whining out his name.

"Don't give up on me now,"He encouraged with some kisses, leaving some bite down my neck.

“God, you’re just so much, Brock,” I groaned softly as I felt the slight buckle of my hips, could feel all of the intensity in his shoulders, then his whole body became electric and he picked me up by the hips, slamming up into me over and over.

"Brock, fuck!" I cried, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm was edging closer.

Jolting pleasure shot up through my whole body with each hit, his name falling from my lips more and more, my head becoming dizzy from he was so deep, fucking me thoroughly and sensitizing ever spot in me. My walls began to clamp around him eagerly and tightly. He knew that I was ready and he wanted it.

I was beginning to fall off of the edge, hips fell back to the couch, my back arching and somehow, he slid in even deeper, getting every sweet spot in me. With that, my body was filled with a steaming heat.

"Brock! Brock-" I cried frantically, moaning like crazy at squelching slick around his cock that was still taking me.

"Damn, baby girl-“ He huffed out, hugging my torso, kissing and exchanging soft groans and rumbles with me.

Even though my walls clamped and it felt like I couldn't move, I kissed him back, grinding my hips onto him, again, pushing down to meet his base again, my walls clenching, creating a beyond frictional, tight grip, and a deep rumble in his chest breaking out kiss.

Tossing his hat to the empty space next to us, head dropping to his chest and shaking slight with a dropped jaw at his heat shooting straight into me, sweating a little from the heat trapped inside of me:

“What are you made out of? I’m so serious?”

“Raw power, baby,” His laugh was everything, raising his arms up and flexing them, seeing how despite that crazy match, he wasn’t letting it bring him down, smiling up at him:

“No one on this earth is like you Brock, and I love that.”

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litaskick · 3 years ago

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Brock Lesnar Master List

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ghostsoapgirl · 3 years ago

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Can anyone link me to this Brock lesnar fic? He finds a woman face down in the snow with amnesia. His wife has just passed away brand he nurses her back to health and they fall in love ? It’s on here PLEASEEE.

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hobisstar · 3 years ago

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You Are The Tribal

Chiefs Baby Now

*i do not own the rights to this gif*

Summary: With the biggest Wrestlemania match happening, Y/N is some how wrapped around Romans finger. How? Well basically when Brock made the stipulation for winner takes all, he included her.

Warning: Swearing, Claiming, Mild Mention of Sexual Things, Kinky obvi, Dom! Tribal Chief, possessive! Roman.

A/N: I really just came up with this one right now and i’m excited to get this out in like 2 hours or so. Hopefully it is long and enjoyable.

“Y/N calm down! Im sure Brock will try and secure the titles and you. He won’t let you go to Roman even if he wins.” Kayla said trying to calm her down.

“Really? Kayla im literally about to faint. Im scared shitless. I’ve been with Brock since paul turned on him at the rumble.

I’ve help him get the where he is now. What can i help do for Roman? Paul has done everything already while i can’t do much for Roman but be a piece of jewelry on his arm every time you see him.”

“Or you can just worry about Brock winning for right now. You two have been friends even before this! Since UFC! Trust me he won’t let anything happen.”

“Or Kayla you can run along.” They both froze and turned around seeing Roman Reigns the tribal chief himself.

Kayla looked at Y/N and mouthed she was sorry and ran off. Y/N turned around and rolled her eyes. “Why isn it the Not So Head Of the Table. How may i help you?”

He chuckled and moved closer which made her step back.

“Oh Y/N by the end of the night will you be saying my name correctly babygirl. You and that title will be rightfully in my hands like they were supposed to a long time ago.” He looked her up and down.

“Tell me does he know about us? Our past? Hell our future?”

Y/N looked at him. “Don’t you dare every mention anything to Brock-“

“Baby~ What type of guy do you take me as? Of course the Tribal Chief will keep his mouth quiet but please”

he paused to move closer and whisper “I miss burying my cock deep in that warm embrace.” He said and kissed her cheek and back up. “See you later tonight, Ms. Y/N”

She watched him walk him away and she was literally frozen.

Her and Roman go back more than her and brock.

Roman and Y/N were in a relationship back in the Shield Days for him. They were in love yes definitely but it just didn’t work out. Her going back and forth from UFC to WWE when brock would appear was just too much for her.

Of course Roman didn’t seem a reason for them to break up he knew how to make things work and he was willing to make all of this work!

They did try but once Roman started getting jealous and more possessive it was harder on her to forever keep up with this.

When they broke up, it was heart breaking for them both but they felt it was for the better.

Once Y/N came back to WWE officially around SummerSlam, Roman was happy I mean, his literally life was back in the company. He found out that she was on Brock’s side… oh he wasn’t so happy at all.

He trashed his entire locker room and made Paul find someone to clean it up.

(Before the match ending)

Y/Ns POV

“One .. TWO…THREE! Here is your winner AND THE NEW UNDISPUTED HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION… ROMAN REIGNS!”

I was shocked and in disbelief. He won the titles and he won me. No, that won’t happen i won’t allow it.

I look up and see Roman eyeing me like i’m his prey or last dinner. I look over and see Paul holding the ropes waiting for me to get in the ring.

I look over and grab a mic. “ No, No Cut the music. Congratulations on your win and all but you aren’t getting me . You are even crazier than i even led you to be.

I never agreed to being with you so there for i won’t be your little bitch.” I said and dropped the mic hearing the crowd go wild. I stood up, a female at that, I stood up to the do called tribal chief. i turned on my heels and started up the ramp.

“Y/N, Get your ass down here. I won one of my awards now i need and will have my other one.” he said and rolled out the ring ans started following me up the Ramp.

I speed up my walking into like jogging. No. Im not gonna he his i don’t want to be.

“Y/N!” I heard him yell. I stopped once i realized that where i was heading was to a Dead end.

“What do you want huh? Roman i don’t care what we had years ago. I work with and for Brock you just win a title or a match and think you own me too!

Remember You decided you want me to choose between you or UFC, and he’ll it wasn’t like i had a choice! You demanded me to choose you and i did. For a year i choose you.

But i grew tired of not being able to do what i love with people i love. So i left you Ro, I left you so you could find someone who could love you better and work while doing it.”

“Look, i’m sorry that our pass didn’t work out and i would see why you hate my guts i get that. But i want to do better now. I will do better.

I want you Y/N to myself i hate having to share you with anyone because i just deeply love you that way.

Im not leaving till you rightfully on my side where you belong.” He finished and looked at him.

God those Brown eyes always did something to me i couldn’t control.

I looked up at him and sighed and said “Once i join you or whatever you call this no funny business.”

He chuckled and then smirked pulling me closer but also stepping closer so there was no space left between us.

“Babygirl i call the shots around here. I promise there will no funny business. Nothing but sweet loving to you from me. Can’t have my queen working like a dog now can I?” He looked at me up and down and but his lip.

To be honest i missed everything about roman but no one knew about us so how would we pull this off? Im not blood so why am i apart of the bloodline.

“I’m not apart of the Bloodline so what good does this do for me?”

“ Well You will be The Tribal Chiefs Assistant. You will be First in charge of everything but Paul will be the one making it official. I want you to be the man part of this Y/N you will be the Tribal Chiefs Queen in Charge.”

I nodded listening to him. Being in charge? An Assistant? Well it’s better than what i did for Brock in UFC and here put together.

“I really want to make this important and special to both of us.” He smiled at me and picked me up.

“I love you with all my heart Y/N let me make this right for both of us. Please?”

I chuckled and smiled “Fine! We better make this right Ro, I really want to”

he kissed my cheek then my lips and smiled at me “ Finally, You Are The Tribal Chiefs Baby Now”

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malethirsty · 5 years ago

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Enemy (?sp) - Brock Lesnar

Summary: Say the name Brock Lesnar and many wrestling fans will cringe. His lax attitude was doing so many people in and you were prepare to stand toe to toe to him no matter what.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

A man who didn’t care about his position, who didn’t like putting others over, who Vince pumped money into to fuck over his roster. That’s what you had been told about WWE Champion Brock Lesnar. And at first you thought others were overreacting, however the attitude of his advocate Paul Heyman & Brock’s lack of appearances showed you otherwise. He treated wrestling & it’s works with so much dis-contempt that it was so infuriating.

Many wondered what to do about him as Vince wasn’t stepping up. R-Truth and Ricochet had attempted to confront him with next to no avail, so you decided to confront him in privacy, hoping that it would help sooth the matter over. You knew from all of his manager Paul Heyman’s gloating that Brock worked out privately in the PC every morning bar Monday, so you formulated a plan following his attack on Ricochet. The next morning you made your way up to the performance center, and immediately saw Paul at the front telling anyone who’d drive by to clear off as the ‘Reigning, Defending, Undisputed, WWE Champion Brock Lesnar’ was working out. You knew the PC well however, so you made your way in through the backdoor.

Brock was using a punching bag in the middle of the room, and you knew better than to discuss a man’s work ethic in such a place, so you went off to the side and did your weight lifting, hoping he’d eventually notice. Several minutes later an agitated voice came booming out “HEY! This is my practice time, clear off!” You turned around grinning “I didn’t know you owned the PC Brock, and as far as I’m aware, it’s open to everyone.” “Well being the champ gives me the privilege of private time so fuck off.” Brock shot back “A champion? HA? You aren’t anyone’s damn champion. A champion gives their all, and doesn’t fuck off back to their farm to go live with the animals when it doesn’t concern them.” Brock started to stomp over “In fact a champion gives a fuck about the entire product they are representing, they aren’t a stick in the ass for their boss, they don’t stomp over their staff to make themselves look better, and they get to know others! The entire time I’ve been here working out & in this conversation, you haven’t even bothered to ask my name!” Brock came to a standstill before you, the brute towering above you but you refused to be intimidated. “Well then what is your name?” He said, with cold malice dripping from his mouth “Y/N” you said strongly, standing your ground “Well Y/N, you better scram, or I get Paul to cut you from RAW’s roster.” “Paul this, Paul that, Paul fuck me in my ass. Actually do something for yourself rather than getting Paul to do it.”

Brock suddenly grabbed you & hoisted you up on his shoulders, infuriated he screamed out and started to deliver an F-5, however you were ready, you turned outward in mid-air so you landed flat on your feet instead of falling on your face. Brock had his back to you, laughing “Look at that, I actually did something without Pau-“ he turned back round and noticed you still on your feet “Not so Beasty now are you?” You cockily grinned. Brock roared in fury and rushed to pummel you like he did with the punching bag. You equally put up a strong fight, your kicks and punches delivering as much of a blow to Brock as his did to you. You eventually administered a kick to his face which sent him spinning down in a dazed state, which left you in a perfect position to enact a Kirifufa Clutch. Brock gasped and struggled to break free but your adrenaline kept it locked in. Eventually Brock found your leg and flipped it, causing you to land on top of the man, you were about to deliver another punch when something caught your attention, Brock was hard as a rock. “Well, Well Mr. Lesnar, I guess the Next Big Thing really is big.”

Brock who was already red following your fight, turned an extra shade of red “It happens when I fight on occasion against tough guys. You may be one of the toughest.” You smiled, letting your breath out in one big huff, Brock’s comments installing a newfound level of confidence. “Look, we won’t get anywhere by fighting, we’ll tire each other out. So how about we relieve tension another way.” Brock looked confused “How?” You nodded “What if we stroke each other’s hard cocks?” Brock’s eyes widened “Y/N, I’m not gay.” “Neither am I, wanting to help a man by getting rid of his unwanted erection is not gay, tell me you’ve had experiences before.” Brock shook his head “What kind of life have you had?” You said in a shocked tone. “I’ve always focused on fighting, not on a lot else, and with all my problems with Sabel because of it, I’ve tried to open up by doing what she wants, by moving out and setting up the farm, but I’m still disconnected from her, from wrestling. It’s hard for me to form connections, it’s worse when they disappear and I don’t know why.”

As Brock spoke things from his perspective, your anger faded and you began to sympathize with the big man, no amount of size, fat, or muscle could ever protect another human from emotions. You reached your hand out to pat him on the back “Why didn’t you say something?” “People don’t want to hear my problems, they’ll rag on me for it, say I’m overemotional to wrestle and order me to be the big tough monster they expect.” “Fuck em, Brock your emotions are more important than what other people think, you need to trust us more. None of us are out to get you, at first I was, but sitting here and listening to you, I understand you Brock Lesnar. Be open, you’ve got everyone, and hell if you’re not comfortable with that, talk to me then, I’ll be here for you, you’ve got me.” Brock suddenly surged forwards, you wrapped your hands around his back expecting an embrace, you weren’t expecting him to kiss you deeply, but you loved it.

He eventually broke it “I think I want to have more experiences with you.” You grinned “Brock, this all counts as one experience, once we cum, then the experience is done and you can say that. But only if you want to, if we finish and you aren’t attracted to me, tell me and you can go back to your life with Sabel, it’s fine.” Brock gripped your neck “I don’t want to hear her name while we wank, it’s about us now.” “Yes daddy.” The words escaped your mouth before you realized what you said, now you turned a bright shade of red, making Brock laugh “Now I guess we’re even. It’s alright babe, I’ll be your daddy, I’ll be all the daddy you’ll ever fucking need.” The last part came out like a growl, as he worked his shorts down, exposing his big thick leaking cock, you were utterly entranced by it that you missed Brock yanking your shorts down and taking out your cock “Grab it Y/N, get a good grip on this monster cock.” You obeyed, the thickness immediately shocking you but you held Brock’s cock like he had asked, you both began to stroke each other.

Moans of want and need wrent the air as you & Brock helped get each other off, Brock observed you, eager to see what it was like for you to be brought to the edge, you kept your eyes firmly on Brock’s cock, seeing his pink head appear as you stroked, glistening with precum, sparkling like diamonds as his head was exposed to the light. After a while, you needed more so you inched further to Brock and rested your head on his shoulder. You decided to give his nipples a similar treatment, making him groan in ecstasy, after a while there, you moved down to rest your head on his gut, staring longingly at his cock. You moved your fingers over his head, making the man’s hips stutter as you collected the precum that was being projected, you turned to him, making him watch as you sucked the precum off, you had never tasted anything like Brock Lesnar, but you loved it.

Brock suddenly grabbed your shoulders and pulled you up “I can’t wait any longer, I want you to ride me, get stretched out on daddy’s big cock, hear your moans of ecstasy as I fuck you like you need, make you cum all over me.” You in turn placed your hands on Brock’s shoulders and lowered yourself down on his cock, moaning outwardly at how thick he was. Brock’s hand ran over your back, soothing you as you went down until he was buried to the hilt. “Fuck, so damn tight, clenching tighter than anyone ever has, how is it for you?” He asked, knowing his size would be painful “F-fuck Brock, I’m gonna need a few moments but God Damn, you’re so big, so fucking perfect.” You stayed like this for a while Brock gazing up at you, all blushed up and messy from taking his dick, as you gazed at Brock all pink and sweaty, he looked so damn beautiful naked, sprawled out on the floor.

After a few moments, you began to move slowly as you began to get fucked by Brock. He gazed up at you with lust in his eyes “Fuck Y/N, that’s it! Bear down on daddy’s cock! Fuck, you’re such a good slut for me!” Moans filled the air as you worked yourself on Brock’s cock, placing your hands on his pecs you began to rub his nipples, making the bigger man throw his head back and groan “Oh yeah babe, that’s the spot! Make daddy’s nipples hard while he fucks your ass!” He started to go faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he plowed into, like a man desperate for sex “Your balls blue or something?” You groaned out “Yeah” Brock breathed out “Then keep going daddy, blow your load in my ass, do what you need to get off!”

Brock pulled himself up and stared at you with a look of lust whilst moaning louder, not even caring who heard, as he fucked you like his entire life depended on it. You moved your hands along his tattoos on his right shoulder, sending a hot sensation down Brock’s spine, causing him to hold you closer as he made love to you. He started to grunt lustfully in the mix with his needy moans, combining with yours like a perfect harmony “Fuck, keep this up and I’ll fucking wife your pussy up!” Brock moaned all thought gone bar needing to fuck you “Keep fucking me like this and you won’t have to get on one knee, I’ll say yes.” Brock let a grin befall his face and a laugh out of his mouth as he went faster, your ends fast approaching. “Brock, I-I’m gonna!” “Do it, cum on my chest!” He gestured to his sword tattoo and at that point, everything caved, your head fell back as you shot your load all over the black ink tattoo “Oh babe, look, look at this.” Brock tilted your head down “It looks so good, Y/N after I’m done, take a picture on my phone, I wanna fucking keep this forever.” You nodded as Brock’s pace hit breaking point, your walls tightly enclosed in on him made him rougher and tougher as he stood on the edge of caving. “Keep you eyes on me Y/N. I want you to see me when I cum, load you up with it!” Brock’s dirty talk reached a new level of filthiness, it was astonishing how hot the undisputed champ was! “Oh fuck, Y/N! I’m close! Get ready, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come hard! OH GOD THAT’S AMAZING!” Brock’s yelled out a possessive growl as he shot thick load after thick load, coating your ass.

Brock con caved as you fell right on top of him. “Oh Jesus! That was incredible.” “Thank you Brock, but it’s Y/N, not Jesus.” He let a big laugh come from his gut “You’re pretty funny, you’re funny and pretty.” “Thanks daddy Brock.” You rested on Brock’s chest and tentatively licked the sweat from his pec cleavage as his muscled grip held you close. You stayed like this for a while before Brock lent down “Now I’d like to have more experiences with you Y/N.” “There you go, I figured you would.” “You that confident about your hole.” “Yes” you nonchalantly said “And about how well I can suck your balls next time.” Brock let a groan arise from his throat “After I win the Royal Rumble, I’m gonna fuck you in the changing room, when I’m all sweaty and musky, you’ll get a whiff of me and be mine for life, you’ll beg for me every damn day.” “Now who’s the cocky one.” You grinned up at Brock, who returned it, there was more to this brute than what others saw, he’d let you see it and it was a sight you wanted to keep seeing.

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