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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 26

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August 27th 2021 - North Little Rock, Arkansas

Yasmine glared at her cousin who was sitting across from her. This was the first time Yasmine had seen her cousin since she and Trin busted into her apartment and to find out that Airielle and Josh were not together but that she had gone out on a date with another guy pissed her off. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” Airielle muttered as she pushed her salmon and shrimp alfredo  around on her plate. Yasmine sucked her teeth. 

“I love you Airielle. With all my damn heart. But you need to relax. You hoping from nigga to nigga without giving yourself time to heal. So this Clifford dude, what’s gonna happen when five months from now, he asks you to move in with him. You gon’ run away from him too?”  Yasmine questioned, staring Airielle down. 

“Yas-” 

“No.” Yasmine cut her off. “You need to hear this Rih. I stayed out of it but goddamn it! You are letting the best man ever get away because you’re scared and I understand why you are scared but you need to talk to Josh about that. You need to let all the hurt go.”  

“What hurt Yasmine?”  Yasmine wanted to reach over and smack her cousin, but she decided against it since she didn’t want to be in a jail in Arkansas while she was 7 months pregnant.

“You lost your child Airielle. You had a miscarriage because your fiance was an abusive piece of shit. You have not gotten over that. You haven’t asked me once how my pregnancy is going,and I’m not mad about that - I promise you I'm not mad. But you can’t carry this around for the rest of your life. You’re scared because Josh has said multiple times that he loves you and wants to be with you forever. You dipped once he brought up moving in together because you know what comes next, starting a family.” 

Airielle scoffed and folded her arms over her chest. “That's not the only reason Yasmine. You know I was going over there to talk to him. You and Trin literally forced me out of my apartment.”  

“And you seen Christopher and chickened out right?”  

“No!” Airielle snapped,  “He had another woman at his place Yasmine. When he answered the door, he wouldn’t even let me in, I had to talk to him in the hallway. He kept trying to get me to come back later or for him to come over to my place later and I was so fucking confused cause like, just let me talk to you.” Airielle took a deep breath trying to calm herself down. “Then, she opened the fucking door, stading there in nothing but his shirt, nipples on display for the whole world to see, talking bout some ‘is everything okay Josh.” Airielle said, mocking Yara’s voice. “That shit hurt Yas, he did that shit to get back at me because he seen me and Raymond together the night before.” 

Yasmine was floored. She had talked to Josh a couple of times, asking what was up with him and Airielle and he ain’t mentioned none of that. “Wait, he had some other bitch at his place?”  When Airielle nodded, Yas continued. “Do you know her? Y’all work together?” 

“Bitch she’s my damn understudy.” Airielle huffed, showing Yas the text message she just received from Road Dogg stating that starting Friday, Yara would be shadowing Airielle.  Yas gasped and covered her mouth in shock. 

“You fucking lying. I know you lying to me right now!” A couple of people in the restaurant looked their way but Airielle and Yasmine paid them no mind. 

“Then he gon have the nerve, the audacity to tell me it was a mistake, like nigga are you dumb? You don’t invite some bitch over to your place and fuck them by mistake.” Yasmine was speechless, literally. She sat there, mouth agape, staring at Airielle. 

“Man, fuck him. I can’t believe he did that to you.” Airielle just sighed and handed the waiter her debit card when he came over with the check. “So what happened in Turks. Trin told me y’all spent half the day fucking.” 

“We did.” Airielle nodded her head with another shrug as Yasmine rolled her eyes. “But just because we had sex in Turks didn’t mean we were supposed to get back together.” 

"Having sex in Turks doesn't exactly scream 'let's just be friends,' Airielle."

“I know that Yas.” Airielle replied, smiling at the waiter as he brought over her card and receipt. Airielle stood from her chair and went over to help Yasmine up. “I have to get back to the hotel. It’s almost time for me to be at the arena.” 

“Okay. Joe’s waiting outside.”  Airelle and Yasmine were silent as they made their way outside to Joe’s rental. Airielle was silent because Yasmin's words of her not being over her miscarriage were playing over and over in her mind. She hadn’t even noticed that she pushed Yasmine away after finding out she was pregnant. While she was grateful she had no ties to Christopher, she couldn’t help but think about how her child would have been and what they would have looked like. 

Now Yasmines, she was simmering. She had told Josh back at Airielle’s surprise birthday party to not hurt her. She had told him that he had to be patient with her and to learn that Josh had sex with another women set Yasmine off. She was protective over Airielle and trust, Josh would be hearing her mouth today. 

“Hey Rih. You coming with us?” Joe asked as he got out of the SUV and opened the passenger door for Yasmine. Airielle shook her head and pointed over to her own rental. 

“Nope. I was Just walking her over here. I see y’all later okay?” Airielle pulled Yasmine into a tigh hug and whispered “i’m sorry” into her ear, to which Yas responded back by rubbing her back. 

“Oh, I forgot to bring this in.” Yasmine said, before releasing Airielle and reaching into the car and pulling out a white box that had a pink bow wrapped around it and handed it to Airielle. “Open it.” She said when Airielle arched her eyebrow at her. 

Airielle opened the box and let the top fall to the ground as she let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with one of her hands. “Are you sure?” Airielle asked, failing to stop the tears from falling down her face. 

“Duh. Who else would I ask? I love you and I know you're gonna love your niece slash goddaughter.” 

“Thank you.” Airielle whispered before pulling her cousin into another hug. 

To say she was shocked was an understatement. Airielle had come back to her hotel to one of the concierge telling her she had a package. Airielle’s eyes widened as the concierge pulled out nor one but FOUR bouquets of flowers. The concierge, who Airielle had learned her name was Amanda, looked at Airielle in amusement. “Do you need help carrying them to your room?”  Airielle scoffed out a laugh and nodded her head. As she and Amanda walked towards the elevator. Airielle had spotted a card in one of the bouquets but decided to wait until she was alone to read it. 

Anything to put a smile on that pretty face  p.s ; you got me watching wrestling for the first time since I was in highschool.

Airielle smiled and took a picture of the flowers and sent them to Clifford to thank him and let him know that she received them. She then took another picture and posted it on her instagram story. She let out a laugh when she seen that Yara had already viewed it in the 12 seconds that it had been posted. “Weirdo must have my notifications on.” Airielle muttered as she walked into the bathroom so she could shower and then head to the arena. 

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Simmons Bank Arena 

Yasmine marched through the halls of the Simmons Bank Arena with a purpose. Joe was trailing behind her with a lazy smile on his face, he loved watching his girlfriend in ‘mama bear mode’ as he liked to call it when it came to her being protective over Airielle. 

“Baby you gotta calm down. You being this mad aint good for the baby.” Yasmine huffed and flagged him off before pulling open The Bloodline’s locker room door and storming inside. 

“Aye!” Jon called out, covering himself up as Yasmine stormed in. She ignored him though, her glare set on Josh who looked confused. 

“Me and you.” She said pointing at Josh. “We got problems. Outside” When he didn’t move she looked over at Joe who chuckled and pulled Josh off of the couch and pushed him towards the door. 

“Aye man, what the fuck.” Josh yelled, pushing Joe back, then yelped when Yasmine came and grabbed him by his ear, dragging him out of the locker room and towards the docks.  “Listen Yas, I love you like a sister, but don’t do that shit ever again.” He muttered, rubbing the spot on his ear where she was pulling. 

“You had sex with another woman!? And thought that Airi was just gonna forgive you?!” Josh huffed and let his head fall back so he was looking up at the sky. 

“Imma tell you the same thing I told her, it was a mistake that I wish I could take back.” He said as he lowered his head to look Yasmine in her eyes. 

“That was some rehearsed bullshit and you know it! You sleeping with that girl was no mistake Joshua. You wanted to hurt Airielle and you succeeded.” 

“I never wanted to hurt her Yas!” He spat back. “She hurt me and I just wanted to - “ 

“You wanted to get back at her!” Yasmine cut him off. “I talked to Trin, and she said that this Yara girl has been around ever since then. You’re rubbing it in Airielle’s face and it’s corny.” Josh opened his mouth but Yasmine cut him off again. “You had that girl in the apartment that you wanted Airielle to move into. The same apartment that Airielle damn near decorated.  Had that girl lying in the bed that you and Airielle were supposed to share and all you have to say is that it was a mistake?” 

“Fuck..” Josh trailed off rubbing his hand over his face and sucking in a deep breath. “C’mon Yas, it wasn’t like that. I just..” Josh trailed off again. 

“Just admit it.” Yasmine huffed out. “You might not have known that Airielle was going over to your place but the girl works with y’all. Did you think she was gonna keep her mouth shut?” 

“Fuck..” Josh trailed off rubbing his hand over his face and sucking in a deep breath. “C’mon Yas, it wasn’t like that. I just..” Josh trailed off again. 

“Just admit it, you wanted to hurt her..” Yasmine huffed out. “You might not have known that Airielle was going over to your place but the girl works with y’all. Did you think she was gonna keep her mouth shut?” 

“I didn’t want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt Airielle but what the fuck man, she hurt me so I just said fuck it. She was kissing up on him and holding his hand and shit but telling me she didn’t want to me with me. I was fucking hurt Yasmine.” 

Yasmine sighed and nodded her head. “Okay, I understand that she’s not completely innocent in this either. But saying it’s a mistake isn’t the way to go. You want her back?” Josh nodded his head immediately at her question. 

“It doesn't matter though. She already moved on to some dude named Clifford or something.” Yasmine rolled her eyes. 

“He don’t matter, I promise you he don’t. What are you going to do? You have to prove to her that you want her and not this Yeasty or whatever her name is.” Yasmine said. 

“Who this fuck is Yeasty?” Yasmine rolled her eyes and walked away from Josh back towards the locker room. “No forreal,” He called out. “Who the fuck is that?!” 

Airielle had just finished her segment with Paul Heyman, the second Jon and Josh stepped out of the room, Airielle had booked it. She had to stay close by because she had another segment to film but she didn’t want to see Josh or for Josh to see her. 

She did have to admit though, from the little glimpse that she did get of him, he looked good. He had cut his hair a little bit and - nope. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to rid him from her mind. 

“Be right back.” Yara said in a sickly sweet voice and threw a fake smile towards Airielle and then marched her way towards Josh who had just finished his segment. Airielle watched as Yara shoved her phone in Josh’s face, laughing as he glared at her, his jaw ticking as he looked at Yara’s phone. 

Airielle rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone. Smiling at the message Clifford had sent her, telling her how beautiful she looked on t.v. She was in the middle of texting him back when another phone was placed on top of hers. 

“What the fuck Rih?” Airielle looked up, meeting Josh's intense gaze. His face was contorted with anger and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

“What exactly are you mad about Joshua? You told me you were done with me. Was I just supposed to wait around for you?” 

“It’s been one fucking week Airielle! He snarled, his chest heaving and his fists clenched tightly. "One week," he repeated, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.

“And you fucked her the day after I had my date with Raymond. So what’s the real problem here?” 

“Why you keep bringing her up? This is between me and you, nobody else. Not even that car guy you tryna replace me with.” 

Airielle scoffed, “Replace you? What exactly do you want? You’re over here bothering me for what?” 

“Because I love you and I want to be with you. I don’t want nobody else but you!” Airielle’s eyes flickered over to Yara who looked dejected and had tears welling up in her eyes. Yara snatched her phone from off of the equipment box where Josh had put it and walked away, not in the mood to be embarrassed anymore.   “You love me right?” Josh asked, bringing Airielle’s attention back to him. “Right?” she nodded. “And I love you, nothing or nobody matters. Nobody but us.” He cupped her jaw and leaned down so his forehead was resting against hers. 

“Nobody but us?” She repeated and he nodded. “So if I were to forgive you, would you be able to forgive me?”  Josh felt his heart rate start to pick up. But before he could ask her what she was talking about she blurted out, 

“I slept with Cliff.” She lied, looking into his eyes to gauge his reaction. He released ber jaw and moved his forehead off of hers. 

“You fucking with me right?” When she shook her head, he continued, “It’s been one week Airielle!” 

She scoffed. “So you can’t forgive me? You expected me to forgive you, but you can’t do the same? You’re a hypocrite.” She rolled her eyes at him before walking away, flinching when she heard the sound of him throwing something against the wall. 

So... Airielle lied just to see how just would react and chile... He big mad lol

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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

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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.”

[writefightandflightclub]

Right behind you:(Bodyguard!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x M!Celebrity!reader)

This is my offering for this week’s #writerwednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog, which this week is joint with @flightlessangelwings’ Jey’s Pride celebration! 🥳

The verbal prompt was: glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side.”

The visual prompt is the photo below.

This gave me the idea for a very quickly written one shot with bodyguard!Santi and male celebrity reader! I hope you like it!

Warnings: food mentions; mentions of panic attack / hyperventilating. Mentions of sensory overload. One mention of Santi “sucking off” reader. Language. TYPOS, undoubtedly.

Rating: mature for mentions of oral sex but no explicit / actual smut.

Gender stuff: he/him pronouns / masc! terms of endearment used for reader. Implied that reader is a penis owner - no other physical descriptions besides reader wearing a suit and some make-up.

Genre: angst then mainly fluff and happiness! Hurt / comfort, I guess.

ALSO: BONUS CAMEO FROM ANOTHER OSCAR CHARACTER. Did you spot him?

You perch on the couch in your suite, taking steadying breaths and trying desperately to ward off hyperventilation as your bodyguard grips your trembling hand firmly in his. The air is quaking in and out of your lungs and you can no longer help the tears which spike in your eyes and spill over on to your cheeks.

He gives your fingers a squeeze as he crouches before you, and you can’t help the surge of guilt that this is so far outside of his job description. He’s meant to protect you, not comfort you. His work centres on your physical well-being, but you can’t count the times he’s bolstered your emotional well-being too. Then again, this is the only time he’s done so quite as blatantly in front of the rest of your staff, perhaps.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cry, sweetie,” your make-up artist - who will not be getting rehired you decide suddenly- flaps around you, attempting to fuss over you with a tissue. Her panic about her work being ruined at the worst possible moment is plain as day, and it only makes your chest constrict further.

“This isn’t helping” is the only thought blaring loudly in your mind, but you cannot for the life of you push the words out right now. You shut your eyes in an attempt to block it all out. To subdue the sensory overload.

You are thankful that your bodyguard intuits that sentiment on your behalf when you can’t, and you hear his voice is coming from a different angle now, his head whipped sharply sideward and up towards the offending MUA.

“For real? Ffff....” you close your eyes and hear Santi bite down on a curse. You’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied, trying desperately to focus on his voice amidst the chaotic, intersecting hubbub of the room. “Ma’am, could you please back the shit up?” He bites. Apparently he can’t stifle the cursing entirely.

Your limp hand travels along with his as he waves his arm around emphatically. “In fact. Out. Everyone out. Now. Please.”

His request slices through the nervous air in the room, his words deep and commanding and delivered with an authority that you doubt anyone would dare question. This man must be obeyed, and in the back of your mind you congratulate yourself for your decision to take a chance on hiring this moody ex-soldier with creaky knees. When he needed to he could certainly clear a room. And on top of that, he offers you a whole lot more besides.

Indeed, here he is, going above and beyond, kneeling on said creaky knees for you. Protecting you, and comforting you too.

Your eyes are still closed as the room gradually quietens, until it is so still you could hear a pin drop. Until you can hear the steady rise and fall of Santi’s breath. Until you can hear the delicate wet noise of his lips parting so his tongue can skim his lips. You can hear him swallow.

As you hear the sound of the final remaining person shuffle out, and the door gently click closed behind them, you are finally able to peel open your eyes. You are able finally able to release your bottom lip from the grip of your teeth, an indent having formed where you have bitten down so hard you have threatened to draw blood.

Santi is as still as death as he waits, and as soon as he hears that final click, he is moving. Only then, does he allow his (thin) veneer of professionalism to collapse. He allows the flats of his palms to snake up your thighs, rubbing reassuring shapes into you, and you feel the familiar heat and press of of him through the luxe fabric of your suit trousers.

“Look at me, cariño,” he soothes, in a deep, fond tone, entirely different to those bitten off commands reserved for the rest of your entourage. “It’s just you and me now. Look at me, baby.”

You do. You look into his big brown eyes and you and he could be the only two people in the world, never mind the room. You sniff, and you fumble away a stray tear before settling your palms on top of his.

You slow your breathing and Santi flashes you a small, proud smile. “That’s it, honey. Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Then, he flinches, his head leaning to the side as though he could physically retreat from whatever angry voice is no doubt blaring into his ear. Then, he makes a point of taking the earpiece out altogether, letting it hang over the collar of his white shirt.

He tugs in a huge exhale too, letting go of the tension he held in his body through his concern for you, although his eyes slit flit around your face in residual concern.

“They’ll be mad you did that,” you warn, with a nod to his earpiece.

“Whatever. It’s not my job to get you to the red carpet on time. It’s my job to look after you.”

“Your job? Hmm? That all I am to you?”

He flashes you a lopsided smile as you tease him. “I’m a lucky man. My job happens to be a thing I love doing outside of work too.” You lift your palm to his face, the familiar texture of his stubble beneath your fingers. “Now, honey. No rush. But do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You look away from him then as you realise he won’t let you distract him enough to avoid the true issue at hand, but his hands are still languidly smoothing your thighs, and you know he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to before you’re ready. He might dole out some tough love, eventually, but not until he is sure that you can take it. He lets you fumble until you find the words. “It’s... even the thought of it, Santi. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever done. All those cameras. All those eyes on me, I...”

Santi shushes you, as he hears the resurgent panic creep into your voice, even as your fingertips idly trace over his handsome features, a self-soothing unconscious thing, as he continues to kneel before you.

But while you may be panicked, he’s smiling. Looking up at you earnestly. “You deserve all those eyes on you, hermoso.” You don’t mind at all that when his voice comes out now it’s both fond and a just a little dirty as his own, very attentive eyes sweep over you.

“I don’t know...” You nibble on your lip again.

“Baby. You deserve this night. You’ve worked so hard for this. You’re so talented. And holy shit. You look so fucking hot in this suit I can barely function.” You let out a small, tentative laugh, which Santi seems pleased by, his own eyes creasing at the corners in return. “Besides,” he continues, tone more earnest now, his thick brows raised as he hammers his point home. “I’ll be right there. Just a few steps behind you, okay, mi Principe?”

You take one more deep breath, expelling it slowly and steadily through the “o” of your mouth, and Santi can’t resist your pursed lips a moment longer. Yet, for all his comments about how hot you are, his kiss is not as devouring as you might expect. It is a soft, tender thing, barely skimming your lips, and yet even so it appears to inspire a reverent heat in him, his eyelashes fanned on his cheek as his eyes remain closed a moment longer. As he expels a gust of disbelieving air at how you make him feel from this alone.

“Or,” he proposes, his voice breathy. “We could sack this whole thing off? We could order chilli cheese fries to the room and I can suck you off until you can’t think straight?”

You kiss him again, this time giving him just a hint of tongue, even as you laugh musically into his open, increasingly eager mouth.

“Appealing as that sounds, my love, I probably shouldn’t miss this...” you nod your head towards the door “...lil thing.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Santi concedes with a fond, lopsided smile, his eyes flashing with adoration, until he reluctantly schools himself back to something resembling professionalism. He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, and for his... eagerness to subside, before asking “You ready?”.

You nod. “Ready as I’m gonna get.”

“There he is. That’s my man.” Santi gives your thighs one more squeeze before he stands, and you swear you hear his poor knees creak; and then, he is replacing his ear piece, his face becoming all business as he presses two fingers to his ear. “Kolpakov? We’re ready to move out. Everyone in position?”

He awaits the response before turning back to you, practically gasping as he sees you stood there in all your glory for the first time. His eyes sweep up and down the length of you. He shakes his head incredulously, switching his mic off for a moment more. “Fuck me. You look like a fucking dream.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you respond in a loving, flirtatious tone, dancing your fingertips across his chest as you sweep past him towards the doorway and he turns with you as if in your thrall.

As you prepare, taking another deep breath and gripping the handle, Santi reaches for your arm, delaying you for just another moment. “Santi,” you laugh. “We can do the chilli cheese fries later, I promise.”

But that’s not quite what he has in mind. He looks at you intensely, and he cups your face in his broad palm. “Don’t forget. You deserve those eyes on you. But if you get overwhelmed, know that my eyes are on you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

The sentiment and sincerity with which he says this makes your mouth fall open in shock. Makes your chest constrict with happiness rather than nerves - but you aren’t afforded the opportunity to respond. In the next moments, the door is flung open, and your entourage is flooding you, barking directions and whisking you down the staircase and out on to the red carpet.

You are pulled away from Santi, and you don’t get to be near him again, besides a quick, surreptitious whisper into the shell of your ear as he follows you out the door “we need to talk about your ass in these pants because holy shit” - but that is all you can steal.

True to his word though, wherever you go he is right behind you. He is there with a firm arm to form a protective wall should a photographer come too close, or a fan get too handsy over a barrier. He is standing, stern and formidable to your rear as you provide sound bites to the tv stations forming a line up to the venue (and, trying very hard not to ogle your ass in these pants, probably).

He’s right behind you, designed to fade into the background in every sense. For all his charisma, he’s good at it. Not drawing attention. Even his suit is designed to be non-descript.

But... that’s not where he should be, you realise.

And, when you are almost at the end of the carpet, you stop in your tracks. You hesitate, and you turn around, your gaze instantly finding him in the crowd. He looks concerned, alarmed, as though you may have gotten the jitters again and like you might be about to do a runner.

But that’s not it. That’s not it at all.

In fact, you are more calm and sure than you have been all evening, looking at his befuddled, deer in headlights expression as all the attention suddenly falls on him. He has some big talk and a tough exterior, but the centre of him is soft, and you love that about him.

And so, a cautious smile blooms on your face as you settle firmly on your plan of action, and you walk determinedly in the “wrong” direction, going against the stream of attendees and making a beeline for your love, as he, for once -your man of action- stands frozen in confusion.

Then, when you arrive at him you stop, placing both your hands flat on the lapels of his suit, smoothing them down.

“What are you-?” he begins to ask, but you cut him off.

“Santi, my love. This is ridiculous. I don’t want you behind me. I want you by my side. Where you should be. So, fuck it. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me to this premiere?”

He answers with a smile. With sparkling eyes. With his arms flung around your waist. With the press of his curved lips against yours, and a slip of his supple tongue. “Baby. I’ll always be by your side.” His hands slip a little lower. “Or - you know - sometimes right behind you.” He winks at you. God, you adore this idiot.

So, you wrap your arms around him, guffawing fondly into his neck before kissing him again, more deeply, not caring who’s watching. Your face splits with a beaming smile as you break from the embrace and link your arm into his, proceeding to walk up the carpet again: together this time.

“Fuck me though, honey,” Santi leans over to confide in you as he straightens up his tie, as if suddenly noticing the photographers for the first time now that they are noticing him. “You could have warned me you were going to french me on the red carpet, I would have put on a better suit.”

You laugh warmly as he continues to babble, and you reassure him that he looks perfect.

You know he’s doing his best to mask it, but he’s the nervous one now - you can tell. “Don’t worry, handsome,” you reassure. “Just you and me, remember?”

No-one else in the world.

“Jesus. How do you do this?” he asks, balking at all of the camera flashes going off in his face, his voice choked.

Luckily, Kolpakov - his second in command- figures out what’s happening and takes the cue to intervene, shifting the line back just a little to give the two of you some space. A good job too as you see beads of sweat forming on your love’s brow.

“How do I do this?” you ponder. “Well, I always have you to protect me, right?” You squeeze his arm tenderly. “And I’ll protect you now, my darling.”

This- having him by your side? You have no doubt that this feels right. It is where he has been all along, albeit only in the shadows. In private moments. But tonight, as he encouraged you into the spotlight, you realised how little you cared for hiding. You need him with you.

“Jesus,” Santi chuckles, looking around and trying to take everything in. “The boys are gonna have a fucking field day with this one. I didn’t even tell them we were dating.”

“What the hell, Garcia?!” you chide fondly, mouth open in a shocked “o”, before beginning to chatter and banter away with him as you easily fall into step together. Distracting him from his nerves like he always does for you.

With Santi by your side, you no longer care about all of the other eyes on you. All of the camera flashes. The crowds. Those watching at home.

You’re proud of your achievements. You’re proud of your relationship. And besides, the only eyes on you which you pay any heed to are his. Santiago’s gorgeous brown eyes, which, right now, shine with nothing but pride.

Yours shine right back.

You think he is the one who deserves all eyes on him, tonight.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🌔🔥Miami Nights🔥🌔

Prompt: Roman’s little bossy attitude towards Y/N will lead them to one of the most sensual nights they’ve had.

Word count: Long...

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, jealousy, a little bit of angst, “make up sex”, cursing, dirty talking (‘cuz we already know I’m a sucker for it!), praise kink and even a little bit of ass worship (because you can never go wrong with that! 😉)

Tag: @jibbles26 , @lustyromantic , @reigns-5sos , @mindofasagittaruis , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @ziasaph

Notes: So, the fact that I’m a lover of rough smut is no secret (I mean, have you seen the shit I write?!) but something that hits you different is a good old sensual smut! Just the intimacy and slow deep movements of it are just worth drooling.. I’ve been wanting to write a more sensual scene for a while so here you go! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊)You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

My heels click clack fast upon the stairs as I make my way down to the first floor, severely searching for my phone around the living room.

“What are you looking for?” His deep voice echoed from behind me

“Jesus Christ, Roman! You startled me. I’m looking for my phone, have you seen it?”

“Do you mean this one?” He showed me my phone in his hand

“Oh, thank you baby. I-“ I stopped when instead of giving me the phone, he tossed onto his joggings side pocket.

“What are you doing? Give me my phone, please”

“Where are you going to?” He asks, ignoring my request

“My boss called saying he got a last time meeting with that big potential French buyer and asked me to help him with the translation”

He raised his eyebrows “And you’re dressed like this” He scoots closer, pulling at the hem of my black pencil skirt “Just to meet him?”

“I have to dress nicely. It’s a work meeting, so yeah, I need to dress in work clothes” I spat, not really liking where this was going

“Couldn’t you have ‘dressed nicely’ with pants?”

“What’s your point, Roman?” I ask slightly annoyed

“My point is: You’re dressed in a pencil skirt that will make any alive man stare directly at your ass, your cleavage is so deep that I can see your bra” He leans in “You’re wearing your Givenchy perfume, makeup, heels...all of that, just for a meeting with a buyer?” His voice had an incredulous tone to it

“Yes! I just told you it’s a work thing, how do you expect me show up there? With sweatpants and flip flops?!”

He’s still staring at me as he coldly said

“You’re not going out on that outfit”

“WHAT? Are you kidding me? Since when do you prohibit me from wearing something?”

“Since now!” He growled

I bitterly laughed “Sorry my dear, but I’m not one of our children! You don’t tell me what to do. You’re my husband, not my father!”

He closes the distance between us

“Do you really expect me to believe that you’re looking all hot like that for a last minute meeting? I’m not that dumb, baby girl. To me, that smells like there’s some other male trying to piss at my lawn and I don’t like that” His voice is dangerously low

“Are you suggesting that I’m romantically seeing my boss?” I ask in disbelief

“No, you wouldn’t do that. But him on the other hand, always had a soft spot for you. So yeah, I think he pulled together this whole ‘last minute meeting’ thing just so he can be alone with you. That’s why, you’re gonna go upstairs take off that makeup and that outfit and put on something less provocative”

“I’ve ALWAYS dressed like this to work! Even when I worked at the WWE and you’ve never had a problem with it before”

“I have a problem with it now” He growled

“Roman, are you listening to yourself? You better bring that attitude down! That whole ‘tribal chief’ gimmick thing is going up your head”

“You’re not leaving this house in that outfit!” He roars

“That’s nonsense! Give me my phone back, please”

“No” He calmly answered

“Give me my fucking phone, Roman” I spat

“You want your phone back? Go upstairs and change that outfit” He explained like if I was a kid

“Give me my phone!” I try to grab the phone out of his side pocket, but before I could, he grabbed my wrists forcefully. Locking them in his grip, behind my back.

“Oh, you’re in big trouble now” He devilishly laugh

I try to release my wrists from his grip but it was too tight

“Roman, let me go”

“Why should I? I mean, you were brave enough to try to take your phone away from me, so you can be brave enough to free yourself”

I try to pull on my wrists but the more I try to the harder he grips

“Roman, you’re gonna hurt me, let.me.go” I punctuated so maybe he’ll understand

“Stop fighting then!” He pushes me forward with the hand that is on my back securing my wrists, I tripped and he holds me in place by my ass, with his free hand

“This is mine” He slaps my ass forcefully, making me look up at him with pure hatred

“Don’t give me that look” He warned

“You’re gonna make me loose my job!” I start to fight against his firm grip, in despair to release myself

Roman then holds my body against his by my waist

“Behave” He chuckled

I was already pretty annoyed, to be honest, so I spat

“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God I’ll forget that you are my husband and I’m gonna kick your balls so hard, they’re gonna fly out of your mouth!”

He stares at me and let me go

“My phone, please” I reach out my hand so he can place the phone in it, which he obliged.

The front door opened and the kids ran inside like maniacs followed by Jey, who’s holding some bags from the local Candy Shop.

“This isn’t over yet” Roman whispered

“Man, I tell you, the amount of candy that shop has is out of this world!” He chuckled while chewing on something covered in chocolate. He looked at us and said

“Uh oh, I feel some tension...Did I had a bad timing?”

“No, Jey” I say “You couldn’t have a better timing not even if you tried to!” I look away from Roman to get my hand bag and the kids ran to us to show what uncle Jey had bought them.

...................................................................

I came home around 10 p.m. The reunion was a success and we had managed to close a deal with one of the French buyers we were hoping to get a contract with. He was in Vancouver for business and was able to attend the meeting through a video conference.

One part of me was excited to tell Roman about it because he knew how much that contract would help me in both career and money wise. But the other part of me was still mad at him for that little stunt he put up earlier.

I walk through the living room to place my hand bag and phone at the coffee table when the lamp by the armchair went on.

“Did you had fun?” Roman asked with a cold voice

“Sweet Lord, Roman! Do you want to kill me?”

“It must have been quite fun, I mean, for you to have came back home just now”

“You do know there’s a timezone of -3 hours from Vancouver to Florida right?”

“I didn’t asked that, I asked if you had fun”

I look at him in disbelief and say

“Look, I don’t know what’s up with the whole Samoan Don Corleone thing, but I’m really tired” I sighed

“Come here Y/N”

“What? You’re gonna ask me to kiss your ring too, Don Samoan?” I mock

He cackled at my little joke and stood up from the armchair, walking towards me.

“You and your clever little mouth, right baby? Always putting yourself in trouble with those pretty lips” His smile fade-away and he quickly pulled my head up by my hair

“I think you’re forgetting that you’re walking on thin ice right now and I wouldn’t test me if I were you”

“Where are the kids?” I ask faintly

“At Jey’s, for a sleep over” His smile is now purely evil

“Did you planned this, then?”

“C’mon baby, how are you gonna be able to scream my name while I fuck you senseless if the kids are at home?” He leans in to sniff the nape of my neck

“I love when you wear this perfume, it drives me crazy! It makes me want to fuck you all night long” He sucks on my neck “You look good enough to eat Y/N. That skirt baby...it’s gonna be the death of me! Give me a 360, baby girl” He said, intertwining our fingers and slowly turning me around while whistling at me.

“What is this all about?” I ask, suspicious about his true intentions

“What do you mean?”

“The whole complimenting me for the one thing you made a whole fuss about it earlier”

“What? Can’t I compliment my gorgeous wife?” He asked innocently

“I’m not saying that! I’m just saying that I find it suspicious the fact that earlier we almost got into an argument because of this outfit and now your throwing praises at it” I crook an eyebrow at him

He smiles “You know me so well it’s actually embarrassing!” He chuckled

“Ok baby girl, you got me! I felt guilty, ok? I regretted being so rude with you earlier, you didn’t deserve it”

“So why did you do it, Ro?”

“Because I got jealous! I mean, the time we have together is short and it’s mostly taken by the kids, we barely have any alone couple time and I miss you! I miss having my wife, having you: Y/N! Not the mom version or the professional version of you, but just my wife. All to myself” He scoots closer “So when I saw you dressed up all nice like this, smelling so good and looking so beautiful I remembered how it used to be back then...when you worked at WWE and I used to sneak out to your hotel bedroom at night so we could spend the night together because you didn’t wanted people to know about us. I remembered the amount of convincing that I had to do, for you to finally agree to make us an official thing. How we thought that our marriage wouldn’t survive with me being on the road and you at home with the kids. How many times I couldn’t sleep at night ‘cause I got scared thinking that I could lose you after that fight we’ve had when Ben was born” Roman hugs my waist and look me in the eyes “I felt the same fear earlier today, I know that’s on me and not on you but... I couldn’t help it, I got carried away by my jealousy and I apologize for that. You’re a beautiful woman! Gorgeous face, delicious body, a goddess in the bedroom, strong personality, such a kind soul and a heart made of gold. And I’m a selfish man! I don’t wanna lose you, I can’t afford to lose you...I want you all to myself, body and soul” He leans in to capture my lips in the most romantic, sensual, long kiss.

“Do you forgive me?” He whispered

“I don’t know...maybe I need some more convincing” I tease him and he laughed, knowing it was all good between us

“What can I do to convince you, baby?”

“Lose the shirt and the pants and sit on the armchair”

He happily obliged, sitting on the armchair with eyes filled with excitement

“Can you help me with this?” I point towards the skirt’s zipper innocently

He smirked and I got closer to the chair. Roman reaches the zipper, pulling it down torturously slow.

“Take it off, Ro”

He slowly pulls it down, savoring every inch of my ass being exposed to him, with each tug at the skirt he nibs and kisses the recently discovered skin. And I couldn’t be happier to be wearing a new lace set in a beautiful midnight blue shade.

The skirt became a pile of fabric around my ankles as Roman growls: squeezing, biting, licking and kissing my ass while I take off my white dress shirt.

“Fuck Y/N, baby...I’m in love with your ass”

I giggled at his choice of words

“It looks so fucking good in this blue color. Is this a new set?” He asks, still kissing and biting it.

“Yeah, I bought it last week. I thought it looked good so-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence due to the forceful tug he gave my hips so I could sit down on his lap.

“It looks insanely good, baby” He whispered in my ear, kneading my breasts softly through the lace.

“And the bra too...they make your boobs look full as fuck! I love it”

I feel his erection resting against my ass and I can’t help but grind my hips to it.

“Hmmm baby, you’re so hot, so fucking hot. The hottest woman I’ve ever met” He pressed my hips further down to his bulge

“You never fail to turn me on baby girl, you’ve always had the power to make my cock rock hard for you”

“Just for me?” I ask with a voice raspy from pleasure, reaching my arm around his neck so I can pull his lips towards my ear

“Always just for you, baby. Ever since he tasted you, he got addicted and wants only you” Roman whispered

His voice always worked wonders on me. How deep his voice is, the things he says...it was always an infallible combination.

We explored each other’s body until we couldn’t wait it anymore.

I stand up to remove my lace panties and bra and he loses his boxer briefs, sitting back at the armchair with me on his lap. I lifted up a bit, so he can enter my core and oh, how I missed my man!

I start a front to back motion, holding onto Roman’s thighs for support while my thighs are closed shut in between his opened ones. I circled my hips in deep, slow circles from time to time so he can sink all the way in.

“Yeah, keep doing that baby girl. Fuck, it looks so sexy when you ride me like this” He moaned

And that’s my intention: a sensual, lustful, intimate sex.

Roman roamed one arm around my hips until his hand stopped at my mound

“Spread your legs a little bit, baby” He asks

I do it and two of his fingers start to rub my clit at the same pace of my riding.

“Oh, Ro...fuck me babe, that feels so good” I reach my arm back, so I can toss it around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The change of positions made his cheek rest against the side of my breast. I look down and see him staring at his hand on my clit.

“Baby” I wine, making him look up to me. And when he did I leaned down to capture his full lips in a deep kiss.

Once apart he cupped my cheek with his free hand

“I love you Y/N, so fucking much baby girl”

“I love you too Ro, the only man I’ll ever want” I smiled

“Promise me?” He asked

“Promise” I leaned down to kiss him again

I felt him twitch inside of me, a sign he was close to coming.

“Are you gonna cum inside this pussy, baby?” I smirked

“I can’t hold it back anymore, baby girl. You’re riding me so good and your pussy is milking my cock so nicely that I just can’t hold it” He laughs and kisses the side of my breast

“Cum for me baby, cum right on your pussy” I whispered in his ear

“Mine” He growled and turned up the pace of his fingers on my clit

“Yours” I moaned as I could feel my own release rising

Roman pressed our foreheads together as we reach our high in between moans. As we’re recovering our breath he says

“Damn baby, that was something!” Taking a deep breath in

“Did I just took your breath away, Reigns?” I chuckled

“Fuck yeah, that was the hottest sex we’ve had in the last 2 months”

“You’re unbelievable!” I laughed hard

“What? I’m serious! My girl is always giving me some breath taking sex” He said seriously, pulling me closer to his chest

“I’m glad you think that way because I already want a round 2” I sucked on his lower lip

“Oh baby, you’ll have the round 2, 3, 4, 5...’Cuz the kids won’t be back until tomorrow at 9 p.m.” He licks my neck

“Are you serious?” I whispered excitedly

He nods “I told you I missed my wife” He winks and take me on his arms bridal style

“Let’s go baby girl, round 2 awaits!” He laughed carrying us up to our bedroom

Where our night was just getting started

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EPHEMERAL 3

1 . 2

smut, fluff, angst. 

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You yawned as you stretched your arms, easing the tense muscles. The memories came rushing back from last night. Jaehyun’s tight grip on your thighs and butt left soft purple bruises, tender to the touch. The way he pressed your face into his bed made you dizzy.  

“Fuck.” You sighed, remembering the panties that you gave him costed a lot. You doubt you have any bravery trying to get it back. You were trying to keep him hooked on you by doing that, a bold move if you will. But damn, you have to get it back no matter what considering the amount of money you spent on it.

To be honest, you don’t know what it is that you want with Jaehyun. You’re not one for relationships, since being in one always left you hurt. You we’re scared of commitment. Scared of uncertainty. You leave before you get left alone, and you hate yourself for it. You flirt for fun, it gives you a surge of excitement. Seeing guys fawn over you makes you feel wanted, and for a while, it was enough for you.

But now, guilt is filling you up to the brim, overflowing. You can’t imagine being hurt like you hurt those guys you toyed with. You want to try to be brave, you do. You thought of giving Jaehyun a shot when your phone lit up with a notification. Text from an unknown number, it must be Jaehyun. Now that you know Jaehyun is friends with Yukhei, you didn’t even think twice that Jaehyun would surely ask him for your number.

UNKNOWN

Hey, it’s Jaehyun. Are you busy right now?

-

You hestitated on answering, but you quickly tapped on your screen, too quickly.

-

YOU

Oh jey, I’m not. Whst’s yp?

Jaehyun

Would you like to have lunch with me?

YOU

Sure, i’ll get ready.

Jaehyun

I’ll come pick you up, send me your addy.

-

You sent him your address and got ready, trying your best to cover the love bites on your neck with foundation. You dressed yourself in a simple shirt and jeans, when you walked over to put on some makeup, a notification startled you. ‘Im here.’ read the text.

“Shit, shit, shit”

You stumbled on your own feet, rushing over to get your sling bag as you completely skipped your makeup. It hasn’t been an hour, and you can already see a sleek black car parked in front of your house.

With rushed steps, you opened the door and greeted him. He was wearing the same thing as you, a simple shirt and jeans. His soft hair tousled by the wind as pink kissed his nose and cheeks. He looked ethereal.

He hugged you gently, in which you were surprised at first, but you hugged him back and he guided you inside his car. He was so gentle with everything. When he scooted over to put on your seatbelt, his scent brought memores of him being close to you and fucking you senseless. Well, you can’t blame yourself. It was the only thing you had done together on the 2 times that you’ve met. He spoke so carefully, trying to not say the wrong thing. As if this is the first time he’s ever spoken to a woman. That is, until he asked,

“Did you cover the hickeys?” He sneaked a glance from the road to your neck.

You instinctively touched the part layered with foundation, “Yes? they were purple you know?”

“Then i did it right.”

You were too distracted seeing his hands on the steering wheel, thick, but gentle fingers turning the steer as your eyes continue to wander downwards to his thighs. You were brought back to reality when Jaehyun cleared his throat, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he spoke.

“We’re here.”

Before Jaehyun could take your seatbelt off, you beat him to it. Breathe.. You’re having lunch, don’t think about sucking his cock.

Jaehyun silently got out and so did you. The restaurant had a nice atmosphere. With booths and sofas, there were a couple of elders and teenagers there. You walked over to one of the sofas and you both sat opposite of eachother. You brushed your hands to stay warm as Jaehyun watched you with a smile etched on his pretty lips, dimples showing and finding their way to your heart.

You swiped a finger to your nose, nudging your piercing gently. “What?’

“You’re beautiful.”

His gaze pierced into you. A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you tried to be composed. The compliment sounded genuine, heartfelt, ardent. You don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the gentle voice he spoke with that made your heart ache. It’s like 4th grade again. You were about to respond, however a waiter came over to the table, asking if you’re ready to order.

"And one strawberry smoothie please." You added.

Jaehyun seemed to have taken a liking to staring at you. Too much was rude, but Jaehyun couldn't get enough. Even when the waiter left after taking your orders, Jaehyun still couldn't believe you were sitting in front of him.

The panties that you gave him sat on his bed at home. He would be lying if he didn't jack off to it last night, but you wouldn't know that. The way you speak hypnotized him, the movement of your lips brought filthy imaginations he couldn't believe he'd be thinking in a restaurant.

Jaehyun had asked for your number to Yukhei.

It took a little convincing and a roll of blunt, but he finally ended up giving it to him. Everytime Jaehyun looked at her, it's like the world is going in slow motion. And he'd hoped it would be only the two of you in this world if it meant you would be staying with him. Your voice lulled him to sleep, your fingers caressing his skin made him shiver. The sunlight bouncing off your skin made you glow, your soft features paired with the glint on your nose ring made Jaehyun want to reach out and kiss you. To kiss those perfect lips of yours. Jaehyun couldn't get enough of you.

"You're so obsessed with me, aren't you?" You teased, the corner of your lips perked up.

Hell yes, that's correct. Jaehyun thought.

He contemplated on answering but he diverted his eyes from her lips and looked at her. Nope, i won't admit it just yet.

"Was that your go-to lunch order?" Jaehyun asked, obviously changing the topic.

You beamed, "Burritos are amazing."

You both talked about the food choice and you agreed that Jaehyun undoubtedly was a picky eater. He completely hated olives, cucumber, and cauliflower. He only liked dark chocolate, and cheese pizza. It was until then you talked about your mutual friends that you cackled on his story,

"He was screaming! i told him that it wasn't true, here, i got it on camera."

He leaned on the table, his phone screen in front of you as the video played. Yukhei was on his underwear, muttering something incoherent as he walked around screaming his lungs out, it was until the end that you heard him scream a one direction song to a toilet.

"Wow," You whistled, "Send that to me."

"Done."

The conversation was pleasant. You realized that Jaehyun wasn't as broody and cold as people say. He was cheerful. Everytime he smiled and showed you those pretty dimple of his, your heart skipped a beat. His voice... god his voice. It was deep, smooth, and soft at the same time. He walked in long strides, graceful and composed. When you both were done, he helped you stack the plates and put the smoothie glass on the side. He offered to take you on a drive around town to catch some wind, but you realized you haven't done anything for an upcoming test you had. He teased you for studying, but you reminded him that you can't just nonchalantly flunk a test, Jaehyun was surprised at your determination. He called you pretty once again when he dropped you off, telling you,

"Text me when you're free, we're going out again."

--

It was monday, You had been busy studying for a test and had been flipping through the flashcards. Jihyo and Ryujin were mad at you for not telling them the lunch you had with Jaehyun the other day. It was apparently a big deal, Jihyo screamed onto the phone and Ryujin listened with peaked interest as you covered your face from the camera on your phone.

This test is gonna be the end of me, you muttered under your breath.

Another big reason to study, it's 40% of your grade and you couldn't afford to mess up. Collecting every last bit of your will to live, you read through your notes for the 89th time.

ring

ring

ring

You groaned as you looked at your phone, an unknown number was calling. You already saved Jaehyun's number, so it couldn't be him. You picked up, in case it was an emergency.

"Hello?"

"I knew you were a slut, but i didn't think you'd stoop as low as to go out with that cunt Jaehyun."

His voice rang in your ears.

The voice that you loathed so much, the voice that made you cry, the voice laced with pure hate, was talking to you. Hwang Hyunjin was everything you hated.

He was sweet, at first. Then everything went sour. You had found out that he had been cheating on you with 3 different girls, and he had the audacity to say that it was your fault. It was your fault that you weren't interesting enough for him. It was your fault that you were making him tired of you. It was your fault that he cheated.

You were stupid enough to give him another chance. After he came to your house at 3 am, on his knees in front of your front door, he cried on your arms saying everything was his fault, you decided to give it another try. You were dead wrong hoping that he would change, Hwang Hyunjin was a cheater. The second time he cheated, he had been high on drugs. He said that he accidentally fucked another girl because she looked like you.

And as the saying goes; once a cheater, always a cheater.

"Did you forget yourself? You're the lowest of the low. Rot in hell, you piece of shit."

Hyunjin scoffed, "I'm going to make your life hell. Jaehyun won't want you. Listen.. baby.. no one wants a slut. You will never find anyone better than me, remember that."

You quickly hung up, your chest heaving as tears started to brim your eyes. You were angry, hands gripping the bed sheets under you as a hot sensation spreads over your chest. Could screaming into a pillow calm me down? Jihyo and Ryunjin would go after him if they ever catch wind of this. Reaching for your phone again, you pressed the group call button.

--

The first time that Hwang Hyunjin cheated on you, It was a rainy afternoon and you were just finished with classes. You shook the umbrella on the porch of Hyunjin's house as you stepped on the back of each your shoes to kick them off.

"Babe?" You called out.

He should be home by now, after all you were late to come back home because of the rain.

You headed upstairs when he didn't respond after a few shouts. Walking through the hallway, you heard muffled moans. A mischevious smile appeared on your lips as you silently tip-toe to his room. But then you stopped. It wasn't just his moans.

You barged in the room. There were 2 other girls on top of him. One sitting on top of Hyunjin's face, and one riding him.

"What the fuck."

You were ready to grab the nearest object and cut off his cock when a red head pranced out from the bathroom.

"Oh, Jinnie. You didn't tell me another one is joining."

That made him stop thrusting up, seemingly noticing all the girls stopping their movements as well. His head whips to you as you stand rigid on the doorway. He hurriedly pushed the two girls on top of him and frantically walked over to you.

"Stop, don't come fucking near me."

"Babe, i-"

"You're what? a cheater? no shit," You sharpened your gaze to everyone in the room, fuming. "We're over, Hyunjin."

And the second time, you were back together with him. Truth be told, you absolutely had no idea why he’d asked and begged you to come back to him, when he ended up fucking another girl on his bed when you came home to fill his fridge with groceries.

Nothing can justify cheating. No matter how many times he called you, no matter how many times he knocked at your door, the excuses never stopped.

Hyunjin was the guy that took your virginity on the back of his jeep. He was rough, and it was painful. You stuck with him because he made you feel enough, he made you feel wanted. But that changed. He found other girls to occupy himself with. Forgetting the fact that you were always there, waiting for him with the dinner that was getting colder as the clock ticked and he left you questioning the reasons why he did what he did.

Part of you knew that it wasn’t going to get better. You knew that he’d very much prefer to be in a crowd he doesn’t know than to be in a room with you. But why? why did he cheat? why did he break your heart into a million pieces, glued it back together, only to end up breaking it again? He changed you. In a way that you didn’t like.

You became someone you didn’t know. You were scared of being vulnerable because of him, you hated that. The feeling that seeped into your pores every time you broke down your facade. This show that you’re performing. Only to make yourself feel strong. But it’s tiring now. Every second you coated yourself in a different image made you feel sick. But you knew that that uncertainty will welcome you once you remove the made up stuff you made yourself go through. A constant inner conflict.

When you ended things once and for all, he grew more obsessed. He messed with your relationships, he made rumors about you. He did everything he could to make your life hell. You just wanted him out of your life, why was that so hard?

--

"Permission to kill."

"Shut up, you can't even kill a bug, let alone a coward."

You were huddled up on Ryujin's bed, sandwiched between Jihyo and Ryujin as your ability to breathe decreased by the minute.

When you called, Ryujin told you to go to her house. Something told you to give the studying a rest, and rest you did. When you got there, Jihyo dragged you to Ryujin's room where all the venting and rants happened.

They started lecturing you about how you shouldn't stray away at a party. Jihyo and Ryujin were worried sick when you didn't respond to any of their calls and texts. They had been talking to Yukhei, a tall, goofy guy when you were too preoccupied trying to get Jaehyun out of the party to fuck your brains out. You knew Yukhei from a friend you had in class, Yuta.

You liked Yuta when you first met him. He was friendly, sported a smile that could break hearts, and for once, you didn't want to take things to the next level. You thought you had a crush on him, until you realized that he had a girlfriend. Shame, but you're not a relationship wrecker. You and Yuta remained friends until now, he helped you with with a project once because you had cried, frustrated that it was too hard. You would do anything, even risking your life, if it meant keeping him as a friend for as long as you lived.

"I don't know what that prick wants from me." You sighed, sinking deeper into the bed.

"He just can't accept the fact that you're moving on." Ryujin responded.

The girl with dark black hair had always been the problem solver. She rationalizes everything, even though the truth is hard to accept sometimes. If Ryujin says her take on the matter, everyone listens. You can't blame her from being upfront, that's just how she is. Hearing assurance from her felt like you were on the top of the world.

"Listen, just ignore him. If he ever tries anything again, tell us." Ryujin added.

"I agree, he was so desperate to make you hung up on him when he was the one who cheated. He even threatened you because you went out with jaehyun! The audacity of that cunt is unbelievable!" Jihyo exclaimed, hands releasing you and flailing in the air.

Ryujin made a grunt of agreement.

Jihyo rolled over, moving on from the topic.

"So you slept with Jaehyun, twice, and then went on a date?" Jihyo asked, tone lacing with excitement and curiosity.

"Jihyo, it was lunch." Ryujin lazily responded in your behalf. She had no say in the 'you slept with him, twice' part with no way of confirming it, so she stared at the side of your head, pressing the question even harder than the girl on your left.

You groaned, "Yes, twice. Two times."

Ryujin let out a low whistle and released you from her grasp, walking over to her closet to pick out a shirt. The sound of her opening a box full of accessories filled the room with loud jingles.

And then it dawned on you, your ring.

The ring that made a cut on Jaehyun's face, that is. You had your panties and now a ring in his house. How stupid can you be? (how smart can you be, to be honest.) You tried to ignore the giddy feeling of having to see him again the next time you bring up the stuff you left in his house.

"Do you like him?" Jihyo asked. Her eyes held curiosity and a tiny bit of comfort.

You knew Jihyo since you were in 3rd grade. She accidentally brought home your pencil case and when you noticed the foreign leopard print tube on your desk, you cried. The next day at school, you saw your pencil case on Jihyo's seat. That's how you came to know her. She had been with you through thick and thin. She rubbed circles on your back when you cried over your parents' divorce, she helped you with your shift that one time you had your first job and was overwhelmed by a mass of middle schoolers, she held up your hair when you had one too many drinks. You loved her like a sister you never had.

"I think so." You responded. Truthfully, you were sure you liked him. You keep wanting to see him, your heart starts a race when he comes to your mind. "Yes, i do like him."

Jihyo engulfed you in a hug. She nestled her face on your neck as she whispered. "I want you to be happy. That's all i want."

Your heart filled with warmth as you hugged her back tighter. She was truly such a wonderful person. You felt grateful that you're surrounded with good people.

You felt Ryujin come up and joined the hug.

"What are we hugging for?"

--

Jihyo's words rang inside your head the whole ride home. Your finger was hovering on the call button, just a mere centimeter away from contact.

"Fuck it, i miss him." You pressed on the call button, bringing the phone up to your ear. It rang two times until he picked up.

"Hey, i'm glad you called. I was just about to myself." Jaehyun said, his voice as pretty as ever.

You bit your lip, snuggling into your pillow as a smile formed on your face. Wow, you thought. You really like him, huh?

"Are you busy next friday?" You asked.

He paused for a couple of seconds, you were ready to propose another day until he responded, "I'm always free for you."

You held back a scoff at his cringy line. "Pick me up at 4, i have this place i know you'll like."

You could even hear the smile on his face when he agreed, adding a little 'It's a date then, i can't wait until friday comes. Good luck on your test.'

Friday rolled around in no time. You got a B on your test and that was enough for you. You got the notification on your phone thursday morning and almost choked on your cereal and did a cross even though you were far from religious. Your mood completely lit up when you were picking out clothes for your date. The skirt was, well, short. You paired it with a simple sleveless shirt and a pair of converse. You sent a message to the group, saying that you'd be on a date with Jaehyun. The text was read by Jihyo and Ryujin immediately. They sent a cluster of 'Yes!' and eye emojis.

A light knock came from the door, the giddy feeling on your stomach appearing once again.

When you opened the door and stepped out of the house, you were greeted by his familiar scent as he hugged you. He's a hugger, not that you're complaining.

"You look really nice, like really nice, in that outfit. Maybe we should just stay in today."

"Definitely not." That's a lie. You want to stay home and let him undress you, however, you wanted him to try this cheese pizza that tasted like heaven on a local diner right around the corner. Maybe next time, or after if you're lucky.

Jaehyun pursed his lips and, took a step back to get another look. "I have those exact same shoes."

You cocked a brow as you closed the door behind you. "Really? we should match next time."

The drive was short. You noticed that he was more smiley today. The dimples making an appearance when he caught you looking at him.

"Hmm? Are you okay? Your face is red." His brows furrowed as his hand went up, pressing the back of his palm onto your cheek.

You squirmed on your seat as your hand clasped together under the table. How come he doesn't realize how undeniably attractive he is? You could spend all day looking at him and not be bored.

"I'm fine, just hungry."

As if on cue, Mrs. Miller came up to the table Her checkered apron made your eyes squint, or maybe it was her smile.

"What do you lads want today?" She gave me a look, silently asking who the man is in front of me.

Mrs. Miller watched you grew up. She ran this family owned diner and took care of it so well, even her sons were jealous. You responded with narrowed eyes and a shake of the head.

"Get him a cheese pizza please, and two portions of blt for me."

She scribbled quickly on her notepad, the fluff ball stuck on the end of the pen wiggling with every stroke. "Right, and the drinks?"

"A strawberry smoothie and a chocolate one as well." Jaehyun finished for you, handing back the menu.

Jaehyun turned to you, "The food's better be good

"Oh trust me, it is."

"I can't believe you remembered and ordered me a cheese pizza." He chuckled in disbelief.

He didn't think that you'd remembered something like that, and when you did, he liked you even more.

"You mentioned that they were your favorite, and i can proudly say, the cheese pizza here will blow your mind."

"I swear to god if you're exaggerating, i'll never forgive you for this."

15 minutes later, you could see that Jaehyun was visibly drooling over the appealing sight of food in front of him.

"Wow this is fucking, " pause, "Amazing. Tell Mrs. Miller this diner's gonna be packed tomorrow."

"Told you it's good. She'd be so happy if more people come here, this place's not easy to find.” You breathed out.

You cupped your face in your hands with your elbows on the table as you chew on a bite of your blt. You proceed to watch him gulf down a slice, a big gap already forming in the, now, ruined circle of the pizza.

He swallowed, "Talking about packed, i have this party at my friend Jaemin's this sunday. I'm hoping you could come?"

"How many times do you party in a week? you're sure the party animal."

Jaehyun didn't look to pleased to hear you respond with another question.

"Would you come? You can bring your friends if you want."

You laughed, he made it clear he wanted you there.

"I will."

Jaehyun told Mrs. Miller that he'd recommend the place to his friends, and she gave him a piece of candy which he handed to you when you were outside. You unconsciously stared at his long, dainty fingers. Specifically the rings that hugged them.

"You have a nice sense of style, i see." You squeezed the tip of his index finger clad with a metallic band when he shoved the candy in your face.

"What? this? this is nothing compared to your ring that gave my face a cut."

"I'm sorry, i wasn't planning on doing anything that night, but you know how that ended."

"I can say for sure you have a nice choice of panties."

You brought your hand up to slap his shoulder but he dodged before you could. "Why would you say that, we're in the middle of the parking lot!"

"I was just reciprocating your compliment. I’m flattered you know."

He stopped in his tracks when he was about to enter the car.

"How about we go to my dorm? you can pick up your stuff that you left."

God was really in your side. What did you do to get this lucky? You reminded yourself not to take it for granted.

"I lied, i'm keeping the panties." Jaehyun said as his chest shook with laughter.

He grabbed your sides to lift you to his bed but you swung your feet, making you drop back to the floor of his single dorm room.

"They're expensive. It's either you buy another one for me or i'm leaving."

He narrowed his eyes as if saying are you serious? With his lips pressed together, he nodded. "Deal."

You were satisfied with the answer. Your hand caressed his cheeks and settled on his broad shoulder. Let's get to work, shall we.

"I only like guys with big dicks, and I always have fun talking filth into their ear about how much I love their cock. "

You paused, smirking with satisfaction from the sight in front of you

"But you….. you’re the biggest guy I’ve had. And there’s no way I’m not going to talk about that while I have the chance. So sit down on the bed, and let me get you going with my voice.. Although we both know it won’t stop there. "

He did as your told, eyes trailing your every movement with a coy smile on his lips. Enjoying every moment.

"That blood is pumping into your cock and fattening you up… the pulses are so intense I can see you flex through two layers of fabric… I know when that happens all you wanna do is pull those annoying clothes down and start beating your cock raw… and I love that."

For a fact, Jaehyun didn't even need to have his cock out to get you wet. The sheer size of that bulge in his pants and the way it looks like it’s trying to burst out is enough to make you tingle and crave it.

You loved knowing that his cock begs to be pleased so badly that you just want to delve into your animal instincts and make it feel good. You loved knowing that your voice alone was the reason for that fat bulge, that blood pumping, that pleasure.

"But we can’t keep it stuck in there forever, can we?"

He shook his head.

Pulling that big cock out is like a drug to you. You couldn't stop your pussy from aching when your fingertips were clenched around the waist of his boxers, slowly dragging them down and anticipating that giant cock’s release… and then it happened. His huge cock bounces out of those tight boxers, flying in the air and bounced on your face. And my god, you loved it on your face.

Seeing that thick, tight undersize of his shaft resting on your face while you salivate for it was almost too much to handle. That’s why you had to get to work quickly… waiting to play with his big dick was like suffocating.

"I know you love my lips. They’re perfect for pleasing big, fat cocks like yours."

"Mhmm, i love those pretty lips you have." He brushed his thumb on your lips as you kissed the pad of his finger.

His cockhead swelled with blood when you wrapped your lips around it, with almost not enough in your body to keep up with the pleasure your giving him.

The deeper your lips go on his cock, the faster his heart rate became, and the fatter his cock got. His stomach began to tighten and flex at the feeling, as your lips and tongue got to the base of his cock. The feeling of his thick cock being jammed all the way down your throat made his legs writhe. You let your throat muscles swallow around his fat cockhead and milked him as fast as you could, pushing him to the brink of explosion.

"It’s too much isn’t it? My throat massaging your head while my tongue licks your balls and my lips push into your crotch like I’m trying to eat your dick."

Jaehyun's face was red as he looked down on you, his ragged breaths signaling that he was enjoying this as much as you did.

You didn’t want him busting yet though… so you unjammed his cock from your throat and slowly pull it out, being sure to form a vacuum with your mouth to roll over his entire length as you exit.

You needed to let that cock calm down for a bit, so it’s a perfect time to talk about those balls.

His cock is amazing, almost too amazing, but a cock isn’t complete without a big set of balls. And his were a true specimen. Even without working up a load, his sacks were massive. Just one of them was enough to fill your entire mouth up if you decide to work them. Honestly, even if he didn’t have a cock down there and only had that pair of balls, he’d still have a beautiful big bulge to flaunt around. And when his balls were full? Well.. let’s find out what that’s like.

His cock seemed to have calmed down now… at least enough to stop him from busting a nut everywhere. It’s not like you wanted him losing that hard on. You thought it’s about time your mouth truly went to work on that cock.. just how he liked it.

You gripped the base of his thick shaft tightly, making him pant and moan. You didn’t carry around a cock ring, so you had to improvise. You wanted to see those veins. God… those veins. Having a huge cock is great and all, but the fact that he had such impressive veins was really the icing on the cake. Grabbing his base so tightly makes all that blood center in his cock, and that blood loves to fill up those veins. They got so thick and fat, inflated with immense amounts of liquid pumping around his dick.

Your lips started working his fat cockhead again, but not with as much mercy as last time.

Your sucking was fast, tight and intense. Your mouth craves that load and the best way to pump it up was to work his cock fast and furiously. His head swelled again, even thicker than last time. Once he had swollen to max size, you moved your lips further down his shaft and began sucking angrily at his entire length.

Each time your lips traveled up and down on his big dick, you felt those fat veins pulsing between your lips and begging to be relieved, crying out in unison at the unbridled pleasure you're giving him. You knew he was close. You knew those balls were filling up with cream, you knew he couldn’t handle it. That’s why you were going to relieve him of all that tension.

Your hand ran up his leg and grabbed those fat nuts, Your nails giving him a lovely tickle as you got them tight in your hand. Your lips still sucking angrily at his fat cock, desperate to work up that thick load that’s built up in his balls.

Jaehyun's breathing became irregular and panicked as he felt himself getting close to bursting.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and placed your lips on the size of his huge cock. You sucked hard at the huge, fat prominent blue vein that sat there, making him squirm and moan harder than ever before. That vein was so massive and full of blood that it felt like it’s big enough to be a cock on its own.

That’s when you felt it.

Your other hand was still on his balls and you felt that churning. You felt that boiling hot, thick cum sloshing around in his fat sack rapidly as you sucked at his massive vein. But you didn’t want Jaehyun nutting in the air, so you stopped working that vein and put your hand around that base and squeezed tightly, stopping that nut from getting any further up his shaft.

You wanted to swallow that load, and that’s what you're going to do.

You glided your lips back on his huge, fat cock and sucked harder than you had ever sucked a cock before. Your cheeks hollowed as you moved up and down on his dick, those veins still throbbing hard as you pleased them. Your hand went back to gripping those fat ballsacks.

You knew Jaehyun was close, his throbbing and pulsing was too intense for him not to be. You felt those balls churning in your hand again, and obscene amount of cream had accumulated in those fat sacks and he needed to empty them.

As your lips sucked hard and fast on his cock, you felt it coming. His fat balls began pumping that thick, creamy load up the thick shaft of his cock, filling up his massive cockhead with cum. You sucked extra hard at his head, milking it with all the energy you had in you.

Then it burst.

His huge, fat, engorged cock made one big throb and squirted his massive creamy load out of his cock, his balls tightening and flexing as they gave his swollen cockhead more batter to unload. Your cheeks kept filling up with his man-juice, but you swallowed it all down your throat every time. Those veins were extra fat and throb angrily as he busted that thick nut, every nerve in his crotch singing and celebrating the intense release. As the last of his nut emptied out of his balls, you gave his huge cock one last hard suck at the head and he busted the last of his cream in one thick shot.

His fat balls. His thick, huge shaft. His massive, extra creamy spunk. THAT’S why you loved his cock.

"Oh my fucking god.." Jaehyun trailed, his hands covering his face as his whole body trembled.

He shook his head, "I can't let you leave without having my cock in you. Get on the bed."

"Yes, sir."

He hurriedly took off your shirt an panties. Letting out a low whistle as his eyes raked over your body.

"God, I love your body..." Jaehyun's lustful gaze trailed over your body. He was sure you'd be the death of him.

"What do you love about it, Jaehyun? Tell me what you want to do to me." You asked, lacing your tone with innocence.

"Tell you?" He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Jaehyun tasted himself and deepened the kiss by pulling you closer with his hand on the back of your head.

"Baby, you know I love your body. I..." Jaehyun took a deep shaky breath. He didn't know why he's nervous. Maybe it's because both of you were sober, and not in rush, for once. He'd like to savor this moment.

"I love your shoulders and I really love this place, right here, just by the curve of your neck. I love to kiss and suck the skin there."

He sucked the spot softly, light pecks making you shiver.

He then kissed down your chest while his hands run down your back to your ass. His lips trailed down your body with a touch as gentle as it gets.

"I love how sensitive your nipples are. Maybe even more than mine. I love that when I suck on them..." He brought your nipple in his mouth and soft giggles filled the room as he teased your nipple in his mouth, your hand went up to his hair and tugging softly.

"Your breath hisses in like that. And I love your hand in my hair..."

He flicked your nipple with his tounge, making him get a moan from you as a reward.

"You like that? When I flick it like that? the other one needs some attention too." He sucked the other nipple. He playfully bit on it, making you gasp with surprise.

You tugged at your bra, the feeling of being restricted made you uncomfortable. And you squirmed under him when you felt the dampness on your much more cheaper panties.

"Mhmm, I can take these off."

He watched you take off your undergarments, biting those lips of his as he spoke up,

"Bend over."

Your eyes widened at his strict tone, but you obliged.

"Yes, Sir."

You felt the bed dip as his knees balanced themselves on top of the sheets. He gripped your luscious ass and spread them apart, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. You were getting impatient and started grinding on air. Jaehyun chuckled and buried his face in your cunt, mumbling, "I’ll take care of you."

His tounge worked it's way on you. You moaned and your knees buckled when he sucked on your clit.

"Oh god your mouth is so warm...yes, please, run your tongue up and down, just like that...oh fuck...keep sucking like that."

"You like it that much, hm?" He said in your cunt. His hand came in contact with your butt as he spanked you, the stinging sensation spread over your butt slowly disappearing when he caressed the red print with his hand.

"Do you want me to finger you, baby?

"Yes ...please, please can I have it..."

You felt him circling your clit with the pad of his thumb until he inserted two fingers inside you. It was still not enough as you clenched around it.

"More, Jaehyun more."

He slowly moved them in and out as the friction give you more pleasure, his tounge now lapping your juice and teasing your clit at the same time.

"...oh god, fuck, don't stop..."

Just as those words left your mouth, he suddenly stopped and pulled out his fingers from your wet cunt. You whined and trembled

"No! Why did you stop?"

"I'm going to fuck you now."

You got more wet hearing that from him You didn't think that was even possible, but the thought of him fucking you made you grew more desperate.

"Please baby, I need you inside me." You softly breathed out, looking at him behind you. He was jerking himself on the sight of you on all fours on his bed. A sly smile on his lips as he positioned his cock in front of your pussy. Just a thrust away from being inside you.

"Whose pussy is this, hm?" He rubbed his cock on your wet folds, making you back up to him once again craving for any sort of friction.

"It's yours Jaehyun, please fuck me.. please." You begged.

"That's a good girl."

With a sudden thrust, you were overwhelmed by his size. You felt the slightest bit of pain until he drew back and pounded his cock into you. You saw stars as your mouth was left agape.

You felt him pull you up, and nestled his face on your shoulders with his left hand on your neck, and the other on your nipple, gently rolling it on his fingers.

"You're so fucking tight for me. Your pussy's all mine. I'm gonna fuck it however i like, isn't that right, princess?"

You croaked out a moan as your breathing got restricted by the second. "Yes, oh god yes. It's yours, Jaehyun. Fuck it however you like."

He sped up his pace and released you from the grip on your neck. You felt his large hand pressing your lower abdomen and giving you a sensation you've never felt before.

"I'm right here. Can you feel me?"

His voice came out raspy, and you felt his heartbeat speeding up on your back as he pressed himself closer to you. Hips still pounding roughly and the sound of your butt slapping against his hips filled the room.

Your eyes rolled back as you sink yourself deeper into this pit of desire. You could only manage a simple 'mhmm' until you felt it coming.

The knot on your stomach grew larger and more intense as he continued to shove his large cock into your pussy. You craved for your release and clenched him harder.

"Oh, baby. That's right, make it tighter for me."

He coiled his hand in your hair and added, "We're gonna cum together, okay?"

"Y-yes, I'm close Jaehyun."

With a few more thrusts, You felt his hot cum filling your hole as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The constant friction sent you over the edge in shock waves as your whole body felt like heaven, you felt it even to the tips of your toes. You felt his cock jerk inside you as he pulled out, cum dribbling down your thighs and onto the sheets, Jaehyun witnessing the heavenly sight of his juices mixed with yours just leaking in front of him.

He let out a deep breath as you plopped yourself down on the matress. You felt like your bones just melted. The soft fabric of his comforter covered your butt as Jaehyun laid down by your side.

"It's a little chilly." You muttered, a smile on your lips.

Jaehyun smiled too, but to himself. He was looking at an angel. Your cheeks tinted pink with the gentle rise of your chest letting out soft breaths. You were in that afterglow, Jaehyun liked you even more if that's possible. He might even be in love with you.

"C'mere." You invited him, raising the blanket and patting the spot next to you

He laughed snuggled close to you, the warmth in his heart getting stronger.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Jaehyun asked, his voice lazy, almost sleepy.

"Let's shower." You proposed.

"A shower, huh?" He kissed your nose, "Whatever you want, baby. We've got all night."

--

"He invited us to a party."

"Don't try to change the topic!"

Ryujin picked you up and witnessed you walk of shame. She didn't say anything and just plainly looked at Jaehyun as he waved at her when he guided you out of the building. Ryujin didn't bring anything up on the whole ride.

It was Jihyo who squeezed every last drop of information you had. You weren't bothered by her nosiness, and answered the questions. You stuffed your mouth with doritos every time she asked too much though.

The three of you were clad in tight dresses and sparkly fabric. Well, except Ryujin who sported baggy jeans and a sweater. You didn't expect what happened in the party. Even though you'd been pushing the thought to the back of your mind, it didn't stop him from coming.

Hwang hyunjin ruined your night.

You were looking for Jaehyun, but his friends said he was on his way. You called him, he didn't pick up. You went out for air, leaving your friends behind to play beer pong. You enjoyed the muted music from outside the house, holding yourself back from taking off your heels to roll on the glass.

And then you heard him.

"Hey."

His voice surprised you, the drink in the little red cup swaying as you turned your head to find where the voice was coming from.

There he stood. Long blonde hair half tied, his lips a pretty shade of pink as he stared at you.

You felt your stomach sank as you took a step back. You knew that he would utter every single thing he could to hurt you once again. You wanted to run away or have the earth swallow you whole when he brought his hand up to hold your cheek. His palm was cold. An unfamiliar sensation to you. You pulled his hand away from you, only to have him grip your wrist.

"Hyunjin."

"Listen to me, please." His eyebrows furrowed, the grip on your wrist tightened when you attempted to break away.

"I have no reason to."

He paused for a while, still not letting you go. It looked as if he was building up the courage for something. And the next second he spoke up, it's as if the wind wanted to save you, it was cold and you were freezing. Almost making you shiver and go back under the blankets.

"I'm sorry." He looked down at his shoes.

Your face grew hot, that familiar feeling started to bubble up in your stomach again. "No matter how many times you say that, i won't forget what you did to me." You spat.

"I'm sorry." He was looking at you now.

"Tears? Fuck off. You've done that already."

You tried to yank your hand away, but to no avail, he kept his grip.

"Let go! You're hurting me!"

"Let's start over, please." A tear fell and rolled down his cheek. The cheek that you caressed and the cheek that you kissed. Now, the thought of touching him is revolting. Even starting over was impossible.

"This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. After all the shit you put me through, and you come to me saying this?" You yelled, exasperated.

He bent his head down. "I'm still in love with you. I was stupid to fuck other girls, when i know you're home waiting for me. I.. i kept contacting you because i didn't want you to forget about me. That's the last thing i want in my life."

He looked at you, his tears falling every time he blinks, dribbling to his chin and onto the cold, hard concrete. "I want to try again. I can't go a day without you anymore. Please."

A million questions ran through your mind, but only a word came out. "Why?"

"I will change. I promise. I will change to whoever you want me to be. I will do it properly. I want you in my arms again." He was gripping your shoulders now, his hair messy and wet.

"I can’t help but think you’re a terrible person. I can go on with my life without you, Hyunjin. Get out of my life and everything will be perfect."

His legs wobbled as his knees hit the ground, his arms wrapped around your knees as he pressed his forehead against the exposed skin of your thighs. His shoulders shook as he sobbed.

"Please. Tell me how you feel and i'll leave, i'll never show my face to you again. I need to be sure." He looked up at you, lips quivering as guilt filled his bloodstream. Oh how much he regretted what he'd done to you.

"You’ll never be the person I love. Not now, not ever." You looked at him with so much hatred, you almost bit your tounge off trying to stop yourself from bashing his head. "I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night."

He grew silent and stood up. Hands by his sides and said, "Okay." He paused and wiped the tears from his cheeks before walking away from you. "I love you, y/n."

You hoped he kept his promise.

How did it come to this, scrolling through his messages and paranoia gripping you by the neck.

How did it come to this? Hyunjin swayed you with his words and it once made your heart race but now you seeing his face had unconventionally made you want to die. You weren’t quite prepared for this feeling.

What happened with his promise of being yours? Was that just a test of courage, to see if you could even form those words in that exact order, to convince him you were his?

You knew all of his secrets and you knew who he really was and you knew what he'd been doing and you knew, you knew every time you came back home to him he smelled like another woman.

They accused you of losing your mind, they warned you about people like him but you thought to yourself, "Maybe he'll be different." Because goddamn baby, he made you feel special, he painted you a blue sky, he was too good with his words. He knew you tried to keep it fun, you tried to keep it good but your efforts were clearly not enough.

You knew you lost him, but it felt more like losing your mind. Was it you, did you say something way too honest that made him run and hide like a scared little boy? Once you thought were so much more than 'enough' to him but it's the same old questions that you asked yourself:

Weren't you enough?

Didn't you try hard enough?

Didn't you pass all his tests?

Maybe you'd known it all this time that he kept what was between you blurry, never really telling you what 'we' were or was it him and his careless vocabulary that effortlessly swept you off your feet?

Spiraling down this endless pit of confusion and secrecy, how did it get to this? Smiling when he came home, greeting him at the door and hugging him, asking him how'd school go and kiss him like you didn't know anything, like he didn't do anything wrong.

You hoped everything would be better as you sank down on your knees and cried harder than you'd ever cried.

at 1 am, Hyunjin's phone rang and he knew it's you. He picked up and ask why you called and you told him to pick you up in an hour and to bring a jacket. He smiled and hung up, wondering what you had in store for him at 1 am in the morning and he knew he would spend the next hour fretting over how he's gonna look because he always wanted to look his best in front of you even if it's just another one of your midnight drives.

2 am and he was driving down the road, with no particular place in mind and he wondered if you knew how perfect this moment was, just him and you and the world that was full of mystery and adventure that you both sought. A joke passed between you, a private one you'd had for months and your friends called you crazy because only the two of you could understand each other. Just two minds in perfect sync.

3 am and everything was shattered because he's in his bed, and all of that was just a memory that somehow crept into his dreams. 3 am, and he realized you're no longer with him and it's not him on the driver's seat of the car anymore.

4 am and Hyunjin was tossing and turning, and he couldn't go back to sleep because all he was thinking about was you again and he thought he was over it and he was not. 4 am, and his heart wrenched when he thought about your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the things you loved. 4 am, and he's thinking you're with Jaehyun and that should be him, that should be him, that should be him.

5 am and Hyunjin had given up all hopes of going back to sleep because it's one of those nights where he couldn't help but think about what might have been if he had been enough. 5 am and those nights with you were gone, 5 am and those jokes were forgotten, 5 am and you're not here with him for real.

--

Jaehyun looked for you. He asked your friends, He asked his friends. But they all said the same thing, 'She was looking for you a while ago.'

He pressed the button on his phone, the light illuminated his face under the dark sky. 5 missed calls from you.

He cursed to himself and pressed the call button, chewing his bottom lip as he tapped his feet on the concrete as he leaned back on his car seat. "Please, pick up." He muttered.

You didn't pick up. He was pulling his phone away from his ear to try and call you again but he was surprised from the notification that came from Yukhei.

'Jihyo said she's at home.'

"Fuck." He sighed, running his hands over his face as he peered over the backseat, the lonely basket filled with snacks that he was planning to empty with you as he took you away from the party.

He quickly scrolled down his contacts and pressed the call button again.

"Hey, Jihyo. What happened? Y/n won't pick up my calls."

Jaehyun heard her sigh as a door closed behind her. He heard rustling, sounding like Jihyo just sat down.

"It was Hyunjin."

Jaehyun knew guys like Hwang Hyunjin, and when Jihyo told him what he did to you, he wasn't a bit surprised. Just angry, very angry.

As Jihyo told him what happened, he couldn't help but wanting to hug you and tell you everything would be okay. He fisted his palms until his knuckles turned white when he heard Hyunjin cheated on you. He'd beat him up for you if you told him to. When Jihyo said you needed time to be alone, Jaehyun listened. You didn't let anyone go inside the room with you, you didn't want to talk to anyone. Jihyo said that you were already sleeping after crying so much.

Jaehyun and Jihyo didn't talk about you again and ended the call. He thanked Jihyo for telling him what happened.

--

It was 2 weeks after Hyunjin said he'd leave your life.

You were seated on the plush of the booth, a warm cup of milk giving you the warmth you needed. You watched as the bell on top of the door jingled. He entered the room and scanned the cafe. His eyes landed on you and he smiled.

"How are you?" He slid into the booth. His dainty hands covered yours, his cold rings giving you a jolt.

"I'm good now." You paused, and looked at him.

"I'm sorry for disappearing for like.. 2 weeks."

He chuckled and shook his head, obviously trying to lighten the mood and wipe the frown on your eyebrows. "Hey.. it's okay. You know i'll always be here."

"I'm sure you heard what happened."

Jaehyun clicked his tounge, playing with your fingers and turning the metallic band on your pinky. "Yes, i have. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

You thought about it, he's got a point. Hyunjin was out of your life for good, and you'd like to keep it that way. "You know what? you're right. Let's talk about something else."

"Did you know that i filled a whole basket with snacks for you and me, only to eat them myself at home?"

"Thanks for the guilt trip. What do you want to order? my treat."

He ordered an espresso. He was beautiful.

It rained and it rained hard. Hard enough to flush away all the bad thoughts and you solely focused on the man sitting in front of you.

You were talking about a new song that you've been listening to. Jaehyun listened with a smile even though you were sure he wasn't listening. He looked at you with such intensity that it made you ask,

"Do you have anything to say? You've literally had that smile for 5 minutes now, what are you-"

"Let's date."

That shut you up. You had definitely been thinking about it. The thought of dating him felt like a new beginning that you'd been waiting for.

"I know you feel the same way, Y/n. Let's date."

"I was about to say yes anyway, but okay."

You both held hands as you sipped the warm liquid that warmed your heart even more. Jaehyun was smiling like an idiot until he kissed you, his smile still plastered the whole time.

--

You ran your hand over your hair, only to have it swatted away. He played a lock of your hair and twirled it between his finger.

"I don't have anything to do tonight. Do you want to go out or stay in?"

You turned to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Let's go out."

"Where?"

"I don't know?"

He lightly pushed you, "You always say that."

"Let's figure it out on the car."

You left the bedroom, tripping over an unopened box on the floor as Jaehyun snickered behind you. You glared at him and he looked at a nonexistent dust on his shoulder.

You remembered the first time that you slept over. You pulled the simple line of 'your bed is comfier than mine, let me sleep over.' and now your toothbrush and clothes was in his house. You basically lived with him.

Every second you spent with him felt like heaven.

Even the time where he dug the trash to help you look for one of your airpods because you thought you accidentally threw it out while cleaning the house. It was heaven when you went to a concert after getting high with him. You wondered if that even happened or was it just a dream or a thought you had while you were high.

It has been 5 months that you were dating. And you loved every second of it. To even say that you love it was an understatement. It excites you to the point of reaching an unfamiliar degree.

You almost, just almost bought a ring and proposed to him even though you were young and marrying someone that early was too far off from what a 10 year old you would think, when Jaehyun remembered the time that you mentioned you had light sensitivity, and started to wake up early and open all the windows, but he always closes them before you wake up.

You smiled on the seat of his car as he drove by without a particular direction. He lowered the windows down, letting the evening fresh air wash over you. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes. And a coy smile on his lips. Those lips that said the sweetest things.

You looked down at the little white rimmed picture stuck on his dashboard.

It was you and Jaehyun, arms flailing in the air as a pile of thrifted clothes and accessories were piled up beneath, and behind you. You had gone thrift shopping with him, and accidentally made him addicted to it. He always invited you every time he had free time to go pick out some clothes and it was a new thing to talk about. It was nice seeing him excited.

The sun was setting, and you hadn't noticed that Jaehyun had stopped the car.

With a loud click, he opened the door. "Let's sit out here. The sun's setting."

You exited the car and walked up to him, slowing down to sit on a perfect, green patch of grass that tickled your skin.

Jaehyun sat beside you as you engraved the sight to your memory. Him with a sunset.

You suddenly felt a rush in you, every second was difficult as your heart started racing. There couldn't be a better moment than now. You glanced at him, mentally preparing yourself as if you were in a kind of competition. He looked at you and cocked a brow, a silent 'what?'

So he did notice you were acting weird, "Is the sun setting in the wrong direction? What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I love you."

It came out of your mouth quickly as your face becomes red, heartbeat too fast to tame. He was surprised and his mouth was left agape. Until he showed those dimples and said the same thing.

"I love you too."

That was how you said your first i love you's. Now, you were on your knees in front him as he muttered, "So we ended up staying home."

Jaehyun knew he loved it when your lips were on his neck, but on a Saturday evening with both of you loving eachother, everything seemed so much more perfect.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You have no idea what just seeing you on your knees in front of me does to me," he said, running his hand over your cheek before dropping his hands to undo the buckle of the belt and unzip his jeans.

"What are you doing to me?" He murmured, sliding his boxers down, freeing his hardness.

"Give me your hand," he said, holding out his hand. You placed your hand in his and he guided it over to himself, wrapping your hand around his cock with a quiet groan. You looked up at him he groaned again, threading his hands in your hair.

"You're too fucking perfect for me." he said, pain flashing across his face.

"I want you. I want all of you. I don't see anyone else, Jaehyun... Just you." The words came out easily, you were sure of this, loving him and everything about him.

"Fuck," he muttered bending down and placing a kiss on your head before straightening out.

"Open your mouth," he said, grabbing your jaw and rubbing circles into it with his thumb. "Open your mouth and take me in."

You obeyed and opened your mouth, guiding him over to you. You licked your lips before tentatively wrapping them around his tip.

Jaehyun groaned and tightened his hold in your hair. "Bigger, kitten," he said, still rubbing soothing circles into your jaw.

You dropped your jaw and took more of him in. He groaned, holding your head in place as he sunk into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You made a sound of surprise, your eyes watering slightly as he stayed there.

"Look at me," Jaehyun said, sliding both hands behind your head.

You looked up at him and he sunk further, going down your throat and making your eyes close briefly at him filling you up until you almost felt as if you were choking although somehow, not in an unpleasant way.

"Are you mine?" You nodded and Jaehyun took a deep breath, reminding himself to move slow with you. "Fuck yes, you are," he growled, sliding out of your mouth and letting you catch your breath before he slid back in. Your eyes shut and you slid your tongue along him.

"Fuck," Jaehyun groaned. "You're perfect. I'm going to really fuck that pretty mouth," he growled possessively. You opened your mouth and he pushed back in. He groaned and guided you down his whole length before pulling you back, repeating the motion over and over until. He stared down at you and moaned, watching you bob back and forth.

He prided himself on stamina but the sight of you sucking him off, the humility he felt that the woman in front of him wanted him like this, it had him feeling sensitive much faster than he was used to.

"I'm close, princess." Jaehyun warned.

You surprised him by speeding up, moving faster, sucking him in deeper and making him moan. He held your head in place when he finished, sinking himself down into your throat as he came. He stayed in your mouth for a moment, panting. He slowly pulled out and you took in a deep breath, wiping your mouth and looking up at him with your beautiful eyes he adored so much.

"Did I do okay?" You asked, you knew you did. You just wanted to hear him praise you.

"Did you..." Jaehyun trailed off, shaking his head

and not believing what he was hearing. He bent down and picked you up, tossing you on the bed and kissing up your legs, sliding your shirt up.

"Yes, kitten. You did more than okay. That was the best fucking blow job I've ever had and I want to show you just how much I appreciate it," he said, tugging down your leggings and underwear.

"You want me to show you how much I liked it, kitten? You want me to put my mouth on you and make you cum?" He asked, kissing your inner thigh and looking up at you.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes."

Jaehyun didn't move right away, he just stared up at you, wondering how it was possible someone like you could ever want to be with a person like him. He stared at you so long you started feeling self-conscious.

"What?" you asked, a blush forming under his gaze.

For him, you were the embodiment of perfection, and he never wanted to lose you.

"Nothing," Jaehyun said, swallowing hard. "Nothing. You're just so fucking beautiful," he said, dropping his head between your legs.

"My love." he murmured too quiet for you to hear before he moved his tongue over you, reveling in the reward of hearing you moan.

[theyungrose]

Chrysanthemums and Daisies (Roman Reigns/Jey Uso X OC)

A/N: More Chrysanthemum and Daisy for the TL today. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Rematches and Realizations

Daisy stayed with Chrysanthemum for the remainder of the show talking with her sister about her match and other things, but not once did she bring up Jey. How could she? The last thing Daisy needed her sometimes holier-than-thou sister believing is that she was only focused on finding love, especially her first night on her show. Not only that, from the looks of whatever intense exchange her sister and Roman had before she walked in, that part of the locker room wasn’t really friendly territory. At least to her. 

Still, she couldn’t forget the gentleness in his chocolate eyes, the smooth velvety feel of his skin, or the dreamy butter voice he spoke to her in; even for those few seconds. Admittedly Jey hurt her feelings a little bit with the way he reacted to her after her match, it’d brought her down from her victory high quite a bit. Could she blame him though? His cousin was a tyrant. 

“What boy are you thinking about now Daisy?” 

Chrysanthemum lightly hit Daisy over the head with a beanie before pulling it over her head.

“No one...”

“My ass little girl, who is it?” 

Daisy giggled jumping off her big sister’s desk. Chrysanthemum was the perfect balance of mom figure and older sister when she wanted to be, a trait she had perfected over the years. 

“There’s no boy mom. He’s a man.” 

With her back turned Daisy couldn’t see Chrysanthemum roll her eyes playfully. She had to see Daisy finding a love interest here coming, she found love interests everywhere. She was in love with the idea of love, and as cute and sweet as that was, it was just as dangerous. 

“Well you make sure this man doesn’t become the reason I have to yell at you too. I was so proud watching my sister’s hand get raised for the first time on my brand.”

The duo continued to suit up for the cold December air awaiting them outside. Right before they were about to leave, Daisy decided to run to the bathroom one last time.

“Daisy I will leave you here if you’re not back in five minutes.”

Daisy grinned kissing her sister on the cheek.

“You won’t though.” 

In all honesty, Daisy was actually looking to use the bathroom before the flight back to Georgia, but the smallest part of her hoped Jey was still here. Hopefully he wouldn’t regard her the same way if he was.

“Daisy...” 

See? All it took was a little patience. 

Jey had almost missed her, Daisy was on her way back to her sister’s office when he ran into her at the end of the hallway. He was dressed to leave himself, decked out in a black beanie and heavy black winter coat.

“I thought I had missed you.”

Daisy just smiled as she looked up at him, hopefully he didn’t find her slight infatuation with him creepy or disturbing. 

“Almost, I was just about to leave.”

Jey leaned against the wall they were standing next to, admiring the smaller woman in front of him. He tried hard not to make it too obvious, but he couldn’t help it. From the moment her small hand had touched him the way she did when they first met, it was as if she’d placed him under a magic spell. Her beauty enthralled him, the soft tone she spoke in sounded like singing in his ears, and he was sure those emerald green irises could tame a savage beast.

She herself, was magic. 

“I’m sorry about how I reacted to you earlier, when you tried to talk to me. I know you were only trying to help.” 

Daisy nodded clasping her hands in front of her.

“I know. It must be hard having to live with that everyday.” 

“It’s torture actually.” 

Daisy felt the urge to reach out and touch him but she quelled it, partially scared of how he might react. She yearned to comfort him though, to take some of that heavy burden away. 

“He acts like this around family too. Not just my brother, everyone. I’ll never understand how you can just turn on family like that, as if we weren’t here for you when no one else was.” 

Jey’s head began to droop again, and just like he’d secretly hoped for, her hand lifted it back up again, bringing his eyes back to hers.

“I’m sorry Jey, that must be terrible. No one deserves to be treated that way.” 

Jey responded with a soft smile, avoiding his mistake from earlier tonight and allowing her hand to stay there for as long as she wanted to. 

“Do you have a ride to the airport? I assume your heading home for the weekend.” 

Only then did it occur to Daisy that Chrysanthemum was still waiting on her, probably with smoke fuming from her ears as she was not one to wait. 

“Yeah I am, I have a flight to Atlanta in a few hours actually. As for the ride, if you’re offering...” 

“I’m on my way to the A too. There’s this little underground burger spot I know about where we can wait until morning.”

Daisy grinned tucking her hair behind her ears. This wasn’t an opportunity she was going to give up by a long shot, even for a road trip with her sister. They had plenty of times for those, and she figured without having to go the extra mile to drop her at the airport, Chrysanthemum could stay here in Maryland where she lived. 

Unfortunately, big sister didn’t share the same sentiment.

“What do you mean you have a ride? Who are you riding with?”

Daisy was never one to lie to her sister, but this time she knew her late night date with Jey depended on it, and while sisters always came before misters, tonight, quite frankly it was quiet for all that. 

“I’m gonna drive myself to the airport. That way you don’t have to make the extra trip.”

Chrysanthemum raised her eyebrow crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Little girl, I drove you here today. How are you going to drive yourself anywhere?” 

Now, Chrysanthemum was no dummy. She could add two and two and get four; whatever guy had her deep in her thoughts a short while ago obviously had found her while she went to go pee (or she found him) and now she wanted to ride with him instead. A silly and hasty decision on the part of her sister, but not one she could fault her for. She was lovesick and young one time too. 

“I know that look, that means you understand. Thank you sis I love you!”

Daisy ran up to her sister and wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a long kiss on her cheek before grabbing up the rest of her things. Chrysanthemum didn’t say anything as she packed, but right before she ran out the door she spoke up. 

“Daisy.”

Daisy stopped mid-stride before her handle could touch the door, silently praying Chrysanthemum hadn’t changed her mind. 

“Does he know we’re sisters?” 

Daisy glanced over her shoulder, noting the subtle worry on her older sister’s face. 

“No of course not. No one does.” 

Chrysanthemum nodded giving her a small smile. 

“Keep it that way.

The conversations between Jey and Daisy seemed to stretch on for hours. She loved the way he chuckled a bit at his own jokes, and he loved the way her eyes were focused only on him the entire time he spoke. Being the quieter twin of the Uso duo, he wasn’t used to that much attention, but Daisy watched and listened to him as if he was the most intriguing man on this Earth. And to her, he was. 

Admittedly, Jey would be lying if he said it didn’t surprise him how fast Daisy took to him. Daisy was gorgeous, absolutely stunning to be exact, she had the kindest spirit he’d ever come across, and with those green eyes she could have any man she looked at. Yet, here she was with him. Jey didn’t want to imagine how different life would be if he’d never taken the time to talk to her earlier, or if he hadn’t found her before she left the arena. He wondered what good karma allowed the universe to bless him so. 

“Why are you staring at me?” 

Her soft voice pulled Jey from the trance he’d unknowingly fallen into while speaking to her, and he realized that he was indeed staring at her with his chin propped up on his hand. 

“Sorry Daisy I didn’t mean to stare. I think I just got lost in your aura for a moment...you’re just magical girl.” 

Daisy smiled softly, pushing her chair back so she could rise from her seat. Jey looked at her questioningly as she slid her warm hand into his, urging for him to stand with her. Slow holiday music played from the speakers in the bar’s walls, and as she pulled him under the ambient lighting in the middle of the space, Jey realized that she was silently asking him for a dance. 

There were a few other superstars from Smackdown gathered in the bar with them, but as Jey glanced around at them no one seemed to be paying much attention. Daisy smiled into his chest as his body finally relaxed against hers and his free hand slid along her side to cup her back. Now closer to her than ever before, Jey took in the notes of vanilla and amber in her scent. The softness of her straight hair against his cheek. 

It was then that Jey started to realize the magic he held in his arms, and soon he was convinced that meeting her tonight was no coincidence. Daisy was a free, gentle spirit, warmth and love exuded from the depths of her being, and Jey knew then and there he only wanted that warmth and love for himself. She was a fragile snowflake that had tumbled down from the heavens into his hands, and he would protect his fragile snowflake with his life if he had to.

He would hold her in his hands forever, just as he did now. 

Meanwhile, Daisy couldn’t have been any happier. She’d trusted this feeling from the moment she felt it, and her intuitions had not misled her. She knew the energies that drew her into this man was not to be ignored, and now here in his arms, she felt safer than she’d ever been. His arms around her were like her favorite comforter wrapped around her naked body with the heat going.

There couldn’t be a more perfect ending to this perfect day.

*****

Fast forward a few days and it was Monday Night Raw, and as promised Roman interrupted McIntyre in the middle of his promo and demanded a rematch from Survivor Series. Drew didn’t pass up the opportunity, and with a few verbal jabs there was security overcrowding the ring to keep the two men from tearing the other to shreds.

It would have to wait until the end of the night.

Roman knew in the back of his head that this wasn’t a good idea, and Paul surely wasn’t allowing him to forget. He knew Drew was almost an impossible feat to overcome, he’d barely succeeded the first time. He knew this. To attempt it twice was simply put, a stupid idea. Nonetheless, Roman was here strapping up for his match because he had something to prove.

More specifically, something to prove to her.

Chrysanthemum had occupied the Samoan’s mind since the last time they spoke. As a man, a woman that attempts to challenge his power should offend him, and offend him strongly. Yet, when Chrysanthemum spoke, even as she was ripping him a new ass, he was undeniably drawn to her.

Her power matched his, only his. The way she walked and carried herself through life, he admired it. She was the alpha female if he’d ever seen one, and the only one worthy enough to hold her hand was the hand of the Chief.

When he reached the gorilla for his main event match, he was pleasantly surprised to find her standing in the corner beside the curtains. Even more surprising, she’d changed her hair. The usual raven black was now mixed with a light honey blonde, the splash of color bringing out the bright features of her face.

“I’m assuming you’re here to watch your champ go main event?”

Chrysanthemum smirked at his cocky tone, on a worse night it would’ve pissed her off, but even she would admit she was happy to see him.

“Actually I’m surprised you showed up at all. You’re usually more stubborn than this, at least that’s what I’ve heard.”

Chrysanthemum had been this close to him on Friday, but this time he was shirtless. Hair wet down his chest and shoulder, dripping water down his abs. It was a little bit harder to maintain her composure. At least a smidge.

“Well I’ve got something to prove to you tonight little mama, and I’m never one to disappoint.”

At the end of the day Chrysanthemum was still a boss woman. She was here only to represent her broken brand and bring some power and respect back to it, which was the only thing Roman needed to focus on. This wasn’t about whatever Roman was trying to make it about, and she would show him mercy if-and only if- he walked out of here the victor tonight on his own. Polynesian God or not.

He was still just a man.

Roman noted the sudden straight expression that covered Chrysanthemum’s face, and secretly he hoped he hadn’t offended her.

“Don’t call me little, Reigns. And don’t embarrass me either. I’d hate to walk out of here with a loser.”

Just then Roman’s music echoed through the Superdome.

“I think that’s you’re cue...champ.”

Roman smirked down at her as they walked past each other, him towards the curtains and her towards the computer monitors. They shared one last glance as she sat down at a desk and pulled a headset over her ears. With those full pink lips she mouthed...

Make me proud.

And boy did he.

As promised, Roman gave Drew the ass whooping of a lifetime. It was like watching a man with nothing to lose yet all the world to prove, and Chrysanthemum loved every second. He dominated damn near the whole match, and in the small moments where it looked like Drew had the upper hand, he came back ten times harder.

As soon as he hit Drew with a deadly spear in middle of the ring, Chrysanthemum knew it was over. But its when he didn’t go for a pin, that’s when she knew she had him wrapped up like a toy on Christmas. 

When Drew finally stood up Roman nailed him with another spear more deadly than the first one. Then with a white fire in his eye Roman hit him with a third, nearly snapping the poor Irishman in half.

“That’s a man on a mission there.” One of the producers said.

Chrysanthemum could only giggle and grin to herself, knowing she was the reason why.

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The Remnant Branches

CH. 6 - The Woe of the Wretched

Part 3: A Sibling's Love

Having completed his mission for Oz already, James returns to Jakob to deliver some unfortunate news. After, he begins his peaceful quest to search for any astronomical information this world may hold. This first takes him to the library in the nearby village.

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The elevator reached the surface with the sound of its old doors creaking open. Ironwood was feeling ambivalent, however. On one hand, his mission was complete, and he had five days left to do as he pleased. On the other hand, reviewing the video tapes revealed that the mother had perished in the factory while running away from her children with a man. It is only human to want to be free from burden too. Ironwood knew he had to at least tell Jakob that harsh truth.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay. You were in there for a while.” said Jakob as James entered the door.

“Yes, I’m fine, but, there’s no easy way to say this.” From the look on Jakob’s face, Ironwood could tell he already knew what was coming.

“It’s my mom, huh? It’s alright. Nier already told me. He said he found her on his way back, and brought me back some of her perfume.” he said sadly.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’ll be alright. And Gideon will come around eventually. … I just-” he let out a sigh. “I just don’t know what to feel now. It hurts that she left us, but I know this was all too much for her. She just wanted to be happy, and her happiness didn’t involve us, but I still love her. We had some good times, and she did try for a time, and she is my mom. I just can’t bring myself to hate her. I feel like I should be stronger, and not even cry for her. Is that bad?” he asked, eyes watery and voice on the verge of cracking. Ironwood thought for a moment.

“I will be honest, I can’t understand how you feel, so take this as a grain of salt: I don't think you’re wrong for wanting that. Ultimately, she hurt you, her child. But understand this,” James got down on a knee to be eye level with him, “you are strong. From all my years, I’ve learned that it's easier for people to hate than it is to love. It takes a lot of strength to love, especially after what she did. And look around you!” James got up and motioned him to look at the shop around him. “Despite everything, you’ve managed to run this shop and become an excellent blacksmith, all while taking care of your brother all on your own. That is no small feat, especially for someone your age. This is a tough time for you, but you will get through it. You are strong.”

“Thanks mister Ironwood.” Jakob sniffed. “I needed that. It's gonna be hard, but things will be alright. I think she would want us to be alright too. And besides, I still have Gideon.”

“I’m glad. Oh, and here’s some junk I collected on the way. I figured you could use it.” Ironwood tossed a bag full of scrap onto the counter.

“Sweet! Thanks!” he exclaimed happily.

“No problem Jakob. … It looks like I’ll be on my way now.”

“Alright, stay safe now. There are a lot more shades out there than here in the Junk Heap.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve faced all sorts of monsters before.” With a final wave goodbye, James closed the door behind him and made his way to the exit. He was never the best at goodbyes or any sort of closing remarks.

As he walked, he thought about how Jakob could still love his mother after what she did. However, he knew he would have to be content in knowing that he would never understand it. A child’s love for their parent was a powerful thing.

He rememberd that Nier told him that there was a library in his village just across the plains. He hoped he could get lucky and find some old star charts or any sort of astronomical information. While Remnant was overall more technologically advanced, this world had traveled into space, well beyond their atmosphere.

From the information stored at the factory, he learned that this world had sent people to their unbroken moon, set artificial satellites in orbit around their planet, and sent machines to study planets billions of miles away. It amazed Ironwood so, and he intended to learn as whatever he could from this world’s knowledge on outer space. It was about time he treated himself to enjoying his little hobby.

Astronomy was something that always interested him. So much of it was unknown. There was a sense of serenity in that. It was a place free of the chaos of a cruel world. He considered that space could be chaotic too, but in its own ways, ways much less cruel. Space is an exotic, previously unknown beauty to him. He dreams that it is a place free of duty and worry, where people are safe, and will never have to worry about the cruelest cruelties of life. Salem, Grimm, murder, and needless suffering are absent there in his dream.

However, more than that, much more than that, a part of him believes something. It is the part of him where his last shred of innocence exists, the part where he holds onto hope for a merciless and unforgiving world. It believes that there, he can finally love.

-

After about half an hour fighting aggressive shades across the plain, James finally arrived at the gates of the village. He knocked on the large door, and waited. Looking up, he saw a man looking down on him over the side of the top of the gate, and disappeared from view, shouting an ‘okay’ that led to the gate opening. A guard gave a grunt of acknowledgement as he passed. It was a quiet place, and nothing like Atlas. By the fountain, he noticed a woman at a fountain singing a song. It helped calm him after the heavy, heart racing, fighting.

Ku ata

Tsu no-o va-lai

Tzud-e jei

Fo-aul ae kai

She seemed like she could help him.

“Excuse me, miss, would you happen to know where the library is?” he asked her.

“Do I look like a tourist guide to you?” she said curtly. Ironwood didn’t know what to say. “I’m just joking with ya.” she laughed. “It’s that building at the top of the hill.” she pointed out. “I’m Devola, and if you need any help finding something, ask my sister Popola. She’ll be in the room on the second floor to the right.”

“Alright, thank you.” he waved as she resumed her song. He just hoped his encounter with the other sister wouldn’t be like that.

The library had all its books stacked up its walls, leaving it a rather open space. At first, he aimlessly wandered around, scanning the spines of the books he passed. So far, he hadn’t found what he was looking for, and decided to give Popola a visit. At a shelf next to the base of the stairs was a little girl struggling to reach a book. Her hair was a silvery white, akin to Nier’s. He noted that similarity. He reached for the book and handed it to her.

“Here you are.”

“Thank you mister!” she said with a bright smile. She took a seat at the stair’s first step and began to read the simple book. Aside from her pale skin, which could be attributed to a lack of sunlight, odd considering the eternal sun, she did not look sick to him. Once at the top of the stairs, he turned right and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” she shouted, and Ironwood entered. “Oh, a new face. Not often you see one of those. How can I help you?” she said, looking up from the paperwork on her desk.

“I’m looking for books on astronomy, or any information you have on it really.” he said.

“Hmm… Astronomy… I don’t recall there being any books on that here, but-”

“DEVOLA, HURRY, QUICK!” screamed a voice downstairs.

“Crap, crap, crap!” she fearfully repeated as she leaped over her desk and bounded downstairs. James made sure to get out of her way, and looked downstairs once she had past him.

At the bottom of the stairs was the girl from earlier. She was curled up, wincing in pain as a darkness enveloped her arms and legs. There seemed to be some lettering in it. It had almost seemed familiar to James, but it faded before he could more clearly see it.

However, he knew for sure that this was Nier’s daughter, Yonah, with her silver-white hair and some sickness that could only be the Black Scrawl. It was unlike any kind of sickness he had seen before. He saw Devola scoop her up in her arms and leave the library.

He made his way down the stairs and picked up the book she dropped, A picture book titled The Wizard of Oz. Amused at the title, but otherwise uninterested in it, he placed it back on the shelf. Aesop’s Fables, Red Riding Hood, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, and Goldilocks and the Three Bears were among the selection of books with colored pictures and big fonts.

Realizing he was the children’s section, he went back upstairs to browse another random section. He managed to find what he assumed was the philosophy section, based on the titles. It was filled with names unknown to him, Friedrich Engels, Karl Marx, Karl Grün, Simone de Beauvoir, Georg Hegel, Zhuangzi, Mozi, and many more.

He picked up a book by Karl Marx and flipped through it. Interestingly, none of its words were capitalized. He assumed it was a printing error. Once he saw that it concerned economics as well, and he quickly put it back. He dealt with enough economics back home, and had no desire to read about it on his little vacation. He owed himself that much, even if he was starting to feel guilty for taking such a long break from his work. He managed to find the romance section, but quickly found that none of it was to his taste. Romance as a genre was he never really understood the appeal of anyways.

Eventually, he settled on a titleless book that was at the top of a first floor shelf. It seemed mysterious, and therefore interesting.

There was an android who was set to oversee a small village. Her name was Skald, and embedded in her was the incredible power of an ancient song from another world. The song allowed her to help and manage her village in incredible ways, but, it soon corrupted her and the villagers. As a result, her creators had her and the village destroyed.

Learning from their failure, the scientist removed the magical power of the song. Despite having less power than before, she still ran and oversaw the village well enough. Her creators were pleased and began to make plans for mass production. While her creators did that, she had grown close to another woman in her village. They did lots together, so much so that many began to believe they were sisters. And soon, they began to refer to themselves as sisters. The scientist saw that there was an increase in her performance during this time.

However, the woman died in an unfortunate and sudden accident, leaving Skald all alone. Her performance decreased greatly as a result, and she was eventually decommissioned. She was not saddened at the revelation of her fate. In fact, she seemed grateful. However, the scientists were saddened by their creation. They created something near immortal that could love, and would more often than not have that love ripped away from them eventually.

In honor of their creation, they learned from their cruel mistake. Skald was renamed Popola, the nickname given to her by the woman and villagers, and she would have a twin to be by her side. Her name would be Devola, after the woman who loved Skald as a sister. “Together, they could sing a song that would calm and heal the heart. Together, they would face an otherwise lonely existence. Together, love would allow them to survive a cruel world.” was the ending of the short story.

Ironwood wasn’t sure what to exactly think of the story. He wondered why someone would write such a preposterous backstory about their village leaders. But then his thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. In came the younger sister, Devola, who went to meet him.

“Good, you’re still here. Sorry about earlier.”

“It’s alright, things happen. Will she be alright?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine, she just needs some rest and medicine. She’ll be back here tomorrow I’m sure, unless Nier gets back soon. But Popola wanted me to pass a message. She said that you should try the Lighthouse at the Seafront south of here, or the desert civilization east of here. There's a store there where you might find what you’re looking for.” She pointed in the directions he should go.

“Alright, thank you.” James said happily. “Oh, and before I forget and you might want to check out this book.” he said, handing her the book he read earlier. ‘“I can’t imagine why anyone would write something like this, and I think you wouldn’t want it in here.” Curiously, she took the book and glanced at the cover and its back, and quickly flipped through its pages.

“Ha! This is a strange little book. Thanks for catching it. Here, take this to keep it between us.” she tossed him a small sack that rattled. James opened it to find coins in it.

“Are you sure? I don’t think you need to give me this. It-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” she calmly interrupted. “You just go and have your fun.”

“Well, alright. Thank you then.”

As he walked to the eastern gate, he wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. However, he simply just could not imagine it. A sibling’s love was something he never felt, and would never feel. He wondered if he should feel sad about that or not.

-

We give the finality of death. Iron skin draws out fear and terror, and is bathed in flesh. We are satisfied by the snatching of life. We realize our purpose through the crushing of the bodies. In our delight, we spread death far and wide. We are the iron will. We kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

This interloper knows what he does as he slashes the blade on the way to his destination.

He knows there is blood on his hands, and accepts it readily, for he knows he must.

What he does is as just as it is unjust.

He knows this, and slashes again.

It must be done, so he believes.

Anyone can do this, so long as they think they are right.

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Ending & Thoughts: Al Cappuccino

Another wacky and zany drama. Now I’m telling you now. Do not go into this drama expecting a dark thrilling undercover cop show. Cause this ain’t it. It’s more on the hilarious, lighthearted take on the police and triads. It’s not realistic in any way. Well I mean, no drama is fully realistic but this one is the exact opposite of how things should’ve gone down.

The amount of times where they talked OPENLY LOUD about who and who is undercover is ridiculous. It’s like they don’t even try to hide the fact. Typically only one or two people would know a certain someone is undercover. In this drama the handlers whole teams know, as well as her superiors. The amount of times they would meet up in public spaces or just casually call them over their personal phone is mind blowing. At first it was annoying, cause every time they did something so openly, I would think well “cover is blown”. But that’s not the case. As you continue to watch, you start to ignore it and pretend everyone is deaf and blind to this. When that happens the drama starts to become entertaining.

This whole drama just focused on one storyline and that is investigating who killed the triad boss. We don’t find out who it is until the very end. The stories in between talks about Chiang Sai Lung (Vincent Wong) taking over the head triads role. A lot of struggles in between with him trying to stay in this role. Side stories dealing with love lines, fan service scenes of bromance. The bromance was a huge factor and what made me so compelled to keep watching. Honestly Sai Lung and his 4 love interests were totally boring to me. I enjoyed his bromance with Go Bun (Owen Cheung)more. Also really liked Koo Yan Yi (Crystal Fung) as the handler and watch as the 3 become very close. This trio was fun to watch compared to those unnecessary side love stories.

Sai Lungs love story features heavily in this drama, so I can’t just not talk about them. The 4 woman in Sai Lungs life comprises of Koo Yan Yi aka Madam Koo, his handler that has a strong sense of justice & loyalty. So Tsz Shan (Kathy Yuen) a timid woman who aspires to be a teacher. Chong Ming Lai (Samantha Ko) a haughty actress. And Yiu Ching Shui aka Shui jie (Angel Chiang), the confident, outspoken business woman. Out of the 4, I only liked Madam Koo & Shui Jei. I guess this is TVBs attempt to make him similar to Chor Lau Heung where everyone falls in love with the male lead despite him not even trying.

Tsz Shan is so boring and easily bullied. She was not fun to watch, I didn’t think she had chemistry with Sai Lung and odd enough she was a huge fan favourite. Which I can’t wrap my head around, her character was just so bland to me. She’s so oblivious to her Dad and brothers wrongdoings. It gets annoying when she’s so blind to it all. I know it’s hard to believe your family member is evil, but really? Her role here is basically to be the main love interest to Sai Lung since she plays no role in solving the main mystery. She hasn’t even tried to help Sai Lung to uncover anything. She’s always so timid and getting put into a position where she’s in danger. Way too damsel in distress for me.

Ming Lai was super annoying, all she does is bother Sai Lung and threatens to make him stay by her side. And when she forces him to announce that their dating (they actually aren’t) she gets pissed when he leaves her for someone else. Like girl, you know he doesn’t like you. You blackmailed him into staying with you. Like what did you expect? Also her character could be written out and no one would notice her gone. That’s how unnecessary she was. She’s literally a filler character created to fill up the 30 episode slot. Samantha Ko is a great actress, it just sucks her role here is so unneeded.

Shui Jie was a breath of fresh air. Originally she was sent to seduce Sai Lung but she ends up falling for him instead. I really disliked how she fell for him though, it came out of nowhere. They met 4 times and suddenly she’s in love? It was to rush and random for me. But as a character itself, she was a breeze to watch. She’s super confident and smart. Unlike Tsz Shan she’s able to help Sai Lung in solving a lot of his problems and find ways to warn him of danger. I love how brave she is. She’s not afraid to tell someone she loves them and pursue it.

Madam Koo was also another likeable character. She doesn’t want to be known as just a pretty rich girl. She wants to prove that she can be a successful cop. You can tell how much faith she puts into Go Bun and Sai Lung. She treats them fairly and always finds way to help them. I really like how she can remain calm and think things through. When Go Bun and Sai Lung seemingly betrays her. She doesn’t get angry instead she goes and secretly investigates what’s going on. That is how she figured out how her Father was one of the masterminds. And she did that all alone.

Another side love story would be between Go Bun and Chiang Chin Ha (Winki Lai). They were fun to watch and had awesome chemistry. From the beginning we see that they both liked each other but won’t make a move. Chin Ha with her pride and knowing Go Bun would not reciprocate. Go Bun on the other hand is a cop. To him he can never be with someone involved with the triads. So it becomes a can’t help but love each other story. They were cute together but it was unrealistic for Chin Ha to forgive Go Bun so easily after finding out 1) he’s an undercover cop and 2) he only approached her to solve the case. Essentially Go Bun used her infiltrate the triad. The fact that it was glossed over so quickly made no sense. Chin Ha is a strong minded business person who strongly cares about her family. Yet, Go Bun lied to her all this time and used not only her but her family as well, and she’s okay with it? I’m glad they got a happy ending but I wished it showed more of the internal struggle with her finding out.

I’m always hoping for a good plot twist so I was secretly hoping that Cheung Sai Lun was actually Chiang Sai Lung. And that he was faking it the whole time cause he was upset that his family left him in the orphanage. The amount of scenarios that ran in my mind LOL. I also thought maybe he is Chiang Sai Lung but he himself didn’t know and it just became a case of mistaken identity (this would’ve been sooo good especially towards the end where they had a DNA test done). My third theory was Chiang Sai Lung is not dead and that he would show up in the end to reclaim his identity. But as you can see none of that happened. Don’t worry though, cause there were other plot twists that caught me off guard.

The first one is Sai Lung getting so caught up with his method acting that he actually becomes cruel. He along with Go Bun betrays Madam Koo and turns to the dark side of the triad. I was so invested in this. I really thought Sai Lung could no longer break his character and that he had fallen into deep. This has happened in real life where actors could no longer separate real from fake. I love that they added that into the storyline cause it makes it all real and scary. Of course turns out it was all an act to sniff out the real killer. Unfortunately it was easy to figure out that it was an act once he had a “fall out” with Go Bun. That part was a little too much for it to be real. And that’s when the surprises stop.

The second one would be the development of Szeto Shun (Jack Hui) a cop that relies on dirty tactics to climb up in ranks. He is one of the many antagonist, what makes him different though is that he repents and redeems himself by the end. His character had the best development if you ask me. He went from someone whose dream was to be a cop, to using underhanded methods to get his way to finally becoming a human again. He gets so caught up in promotions that he forgot why he became a cop in the first place which is for justice. When he helped Madam Koo arrest the bad guy he said something along the lines of “I have done bad things, but in the end I’m still a cop”. He said that as the reason why he decided to do the right thing for once. At first I thought he’d be the typical evil cop that ends up dying. But this character proved me wrong. In the end he turns himself in as he wanted to take responsibility for his actions.

I was shocked that no one died in this drama. And when I say that I obviously meant the main characters. Usually the obligatory best friend, love interest, family member heck even one of the bad guys would die. But that didn’t happen. They all survived, even the bad guys just quietly went to jail. Speaking of bad guys, their problems were resolved so quickly that it was pointless. We did not sit through all of that drama just for the bad guys to one by one casually reveal what happened. It was so unoriginal too. Like Madam Koos father got touched by her speech about good and evil that her father confessed to the crime. Tsz Shans father out of guilt for being the cause of her daughters injuries confessed to everything to “repent”. Even the ultimate black cop just spewed the truth out once asked. Like I understand he was caught red handed but he literally revealed all of the information once questioned? He’s not even gonna try to fight it? He doesn’t even have an emotional backstory for him to feel guilty to admit the truth. It just happened. It was so nonsensical that I got confused that it all ended so quickly. There wasn’t even a huge fighting showdown. Which is why I say despite this dubbed as a undercover triad thriller drama. It isn’t! Being an undercover cop was like a backdrop, even the mystery death was sidelined. The focus was on the familial and bromance relationship. The drama would’ve been short if they hadn’t added in the random romances.

Acting wise, I’ve seen a lot of hate against Crystal. There were so many complaints in the international forums I literally thought she was a train wreck. Well she wasn’t. I don’t see how she ruined the drama? I’m convinced that people just complain about her cause they aren’t happy about her being promoted by TVB. But guys you need to chill. Her acting is pretty decent. She isn’t screaming her lines or bulging her eyes out. She is stiff and needs more work on enunciating. This was her first leading drama and she’s still so new. I really thought her acting would be like Sisley Choi from 2012 with the screaming or Charmaine Sheh from 1998 with the overreacting. But she wasn’t. Also people complained about her wardrobe cause she was dressed so fashionably. Are you guys blind? All the main males in this drama are dressed in suits 24/7 whether they’re a cop or not. Literally Go Bun and Sai Lung wears a suit everyday walking around. They’re not wearing causal wear. Why is no one hating on them? The double standards are scary. But then again it could just be hate against Crystal in general. Back when Niki Chow and Kate Tsui played as cops they would wear high heels and pretty clothes as well but no one said anything. And this drama was anything but realistic. I find that it’s the international fans that are complaining, Hong Kong netizens are actually satisfied with Crystal.

Owen Cheung has finally found his niche and that is comedy. Every drama he’s been in, I’ve always been unimpressed with him. But then I figured out it’s mostly cause he gets typecasted as the “hot” guy in which I personally think he’s not. He’s more suited for nerdy roles like (The Offliners) or comedic roles like this one. It’s like how Benjamin Yuen is wooden in serious roles and only good in comedy ones as well. The bromance between him Vincent was great. So hilarious that I sometimes wished the drama just focused on their bromance only.

The ending was open ended in a way. Go Bun and Chin Ha gets married. The Chiang family has left the triad behind and deals with legal business only. Sai Lun has to make a choice of staying in Hong Kong or pursuing his acting dreams overseas. And between the 4 woman in love with him, he doesn’t end up with either of them. Only ending with saying how he’s happy he met the 4 of them. Obviously he loves Tsz Shan the most. No question about it. The 4 woman knows that as well. So I don’t know why they ended it like that. This is the first drama where the female lead loves the male lead but they don’t end up together. Instead he falls fall for the second lead instead. I’m okay with it as I prefer Madam Koo and Sai Lun as good friends but it’s surprising to see them go down this route instead. Sequel? Hmm I don’t know. What could the sequel be about? Sai Lun can’t just go undercover in a different family again. Unless they shift the focus from triad/ cops to something else.

Despite the flaws I love this drama. I kept wanting to watch the next episode compared to Death by Zero. I was just so into the bromance and the hilarious antics. It’s just so entertaining. I know I complained a lot, but this is one drama I highly recommend you to watch. Just don’t go into it believing it’s like Infernal Affairs or Line Walker. This is in the running to be one of TVBs better dramas of 2020 along with Brutally Young and Death by Zero!

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Over.

CH.9

Shopping, shopping and more shopping that's how the past week of your life consisted of. Your mom and sister Rachel were planning a huge baby shower and gender reveal  along with Lana and Sonya. You were currently for lunch with Sonya and Lana taking a small break from shopping.

"I can't believe you're halfway through your pregnancy" Sonya says

" I know" you sigh

"I can't believe you and Akam broke up, he is going to at least be there for the birth?" Lana asked.

You stayed quiet for  minute Sonya and you looking at each other. Sonya was the only one who knew that there was a possible this baby could be Roman's or was Roman's.

"What aren't you two telling me?" Lana asked 

" They just haven't worked out all the details yet" Sonya says 

The three you continue your lunch. When you spot Jimmy and Jey coming to sit two tables away from you. They greeted you guys and hugged you like they always did. A few minutes later Roman walked by sitting down with Jimmy and Jey. 

"Damn, Uce Y/n looks fine as hell knocked up" Jey say nudging Roman.

Roman looks over his shoulder, seeing you smile and laugh with your friends. The smile he loved so much.

"She always looked good, but being pregnant makes her glow" Jimmy says "Whatchu think Uce?" 

"Yea, I guess" Roman shrugs

"Okay, what has gotten into you, you're usually the first to compliment Y/n?" Jimmy asks his cousin

"Her baby might be mine, and she lied to me for months about it" Roman blurts out.

"Oh shit! I wasn't ready for that" Jey says almost spitting his drink out.

"Wow, Have y'all talked about like getting a DNA test or anything ?" Jimmy asked

"Nah, I haven't spoken to her since Vanessa's wedding." He says

"Damn, cuz that was two weeks ago,I'd be on that. Like that girl may be carrying your seed" Jimmy says

Roman looks over again at you, seeing you getting up to leave with Sonya and Lana.

He excuses himself and walks towards you.

"Y/n, can we talk for a minute?" He asks

"I'll meet you guys at the party supplies store" you say as Sonya and Lana walked away

"How have you been?" He asked trying to place his hand on your now very swollen belly but you smack his hand away.

"I'm just wonderful, I did the right thing and told Akam , we broke up and I told you and you acted like a little kid and refused to even talk to me." You say sarcastically

"Y/n, you lied to me for months" he says

"Roman I said I was sorry, I wish I could take  it back but I'm not gonna stand here and argue I have to pick out stuff for the gender reveal  you say

"Y/n, I don't wanna argue neither, I just wanted to tell you I wanted a DNA test, ya know to figure out if this baby is mine or not?" He says placing his hand on your belly, the baby kicking the second he made contact with you.Making Roman smile ear to ear.

"You don't have to, Akam already set one up." You say

"So what we just wait for the baby to be born?" He asks

"No, it's prenatal one they can perform while still pregnant" you say

"Oh okay, Wow this kid doesn't play around they really kicking away in there" he laughs

"Yeah, feels like I  have ninja in there, but we should know the results in a few days" you say

"Y/n, are you busy tonight?" He asked

"I'm supposed to help Lana write out the invites why?" You ask

"Come over for dinner, maybe we can talk more about where to go from here if the baby is mine" he says

"Uhh. Yeah okay that sounds good, shoot me a text with time" you say before going to find Lana and Sonya.

Roman had texted and told you to come by around 6:30. You were a little nervous and you didn't even know why? You throw on something cute but comfy and head over to Roman's new house.

"Hey, come on in" Roman says stepping aside

"Thank you, This is a really nice place Roman, so much bigger than your last place" you say

"Yeah, with the boys getting older thought they'd want their own rooms, and if the baby is mine we're gonna need a nursery" he smiled rubbing your belly.

"I miss them. How are the boys? How's my JoJo?" You ask

" Great, Boys are fully potty trained. Jojo is on the basketball team for her school.They all really miss you too" He says smiling

"Awe, so do I get a tour?" You ask

"Sure, Right this way" he laughed.

After Roman showed you the house you made your way to the kitchen. Roman checked the food while you admired the backyard and pool area from the back door. You turn seeing Roman staring at you.

"What?" You ask

"Nothing, it's just..God Y/n I didn't think you could be more beautiful than you already were, but I was wrong you being pregnant takes the cake, your absolutely stunning" he says

"Thank you." You smile

"Dinner will be ready in a few if you wanna go get settled at the table?" He says

"Need help?" You ask

"No, go relax I got this" he smiles 

Dinner was delicious. You forgot how good of a cook Roman was. You got to talking about the pregnancy and how if Roman was the father he would be as involved as he wanted.

"Roman, there is not a single doubt in my mind that this baby is yours. I knew way back when the doctor confirmed it and said how far along I was. And I am truly sorry that I lied to you, I thought by lying I was protecting Akam's feeling and I wasn't I made a mess of everything" you say

"Y/n, its fine, your heart was kind of in the right place." He says

"It's not. Because of my lie, you missed half of this pregnancy, the doctor appointments, important milestones" you say 

"Well I was there for the first kick, and what a kick it was!" He joked

"I'm serious jerk" you laugh

"I am too. Y/n, I'm here now, and I'll be here for the birth and every other milestone our baby will have" he smiled kissing your head.

You bring your hands to Roman's face, looking him in the eyes before pressing your lips to his.

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Birthday

Roman Reigns x Reader

(Y/N) is Roman’s girlfriend. She’s being distant and he doesn't know why, and it's causing them to argue. What is she up to?

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“What’s wrong with you?”

“Is everything ok?”

“Are you ok?”

Roman has been asking these questions repeatedly, over the past few weeks. Only to have a half ass excuse as a response.

You’ve been so stressed planning his birthday party and trying to keep it a secret, that you didn’t even realized how much you’ve been neglecting your boyfriend and how odd you’ve been acting.

It was only when he asked for some time apart that you came to your senses. When abruptly all of your plans, all of your hard work seemed to just… go to waste. Everything went out the wrong way.

Now, you want to explain yourself and your actions, because you definitely owe him an explanation, but that means you have to come clean about his surprise party, and… in all honesty, it breaks your heart to have to do so. You’ve been so excited about it; working on all the details, inviting all his friends and family… and stupidly engulfed in everything about him, but somehow forgetting the most important part: him.

After debating with your thoughts for what seemed a century, you decided to let him get his space and clear his head. Knowing him, pressuring him to talk or listen to you would just upset him even more and make things worse.

So it’s been a week since you last saw him, or even talked to him. You followed your decision and let him be, and, much to your dismay, he never reached out ever since. And you’re missing him as hell.

Tomorrow it’s the big day. His birthday.

You still decided to keep the surprise party up. So that’s still happening. You’re not going to be there, but at least you know he’ll be there surrounded by the ones he loves. Happy. And that somehow is enough for you.

It’s 4pm, and you’re currently sprawled on your couch, a cup of tea sitting on the table, as you type the message with all the details to the venue to all the guests. You left Jimmy and Jey out and sent them a specific message, because they’re in charge of bringing Roman.

Once you’re done, you place your phone down on the couch, sighing as you look up at the ceiling, lost in thought. A few minutes later, your phone beeps.

“Hey, what’s up baby girl? You gonna be there tomorrow? Hope you’re feeling better. And don’t worry, we’ll get him there!”, the text said. You smile. Jimmy really is the sweetest.

The smile fades as you type your reply.

“Hey Uce! I’m not… I’m sorry. Make sure he goes, and please have fun.”

You put your phone on silent and turn off all notifications after hitting send, setting it down at the table, as if doing all that would stop all the stress and pain in your chest and protect you of your own thoughts.

To avoid any more overthinking, you ended up watching a couple of movies and ordering a pizza for dinner. Then, you took a long, hot shower, in hopes of relaxing and getting a good night of sleep, but you still had trouble falling asleep.

Waking up, your chest tightens once you realize what day it is. You drag yourself off the bed, but can’t seem to do anything but mope around the house.

Finally, it’s 5PM. In a half hour, guests would start arriving at the venue.

Once more, you’re lying down on the couch. The TV is playing some movie in the background but you’re not paying it any attention. Your mind… your heart is some miles away. Wherever Roman is.

Meanwhile, Roman is being dragged out of his bedroom by his two cousins who are insisting that he needs to get his 'stinky ass' in the shower. Reluctantly, he agrees and soon enough put on the clothes that were laid out on the bed before slipping on the shoes and lugging himself to the car waiting downstairs.

5:30PM.

Lots of guests have already arrived at the venue. And it’s all looking so good. Everyone’s admiring its decoration, and pretty much everything, since every single detail is somehow linked to Roman and something he likes or admires.

Finally, 15 minutes later, every guest is there, in their position, waiting for Roman and the Usos to arrive. Once their car gets in the parking lot, everyone is excited and trying to be quiet until they get there.

Roman seems lost in thought, so lost that he’s not even questioning why his cousins took him to this place.

“SURPRISE!” Everyone yells excitedly, jumping out of every corner.

Roman’s mouth falls open, his brows furrowed in confusion, but those features are quickly replaced by a gentle smile. Not a full, sparkling smile, because obviously something was missing. But he chose to ignore the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He went out greeting and thanking every guest for their presence and for their birthday wishes. Once he’s done, he stands there in the corner, just glancing are the venue.

Everyone is here. His coworkers, his friends, his childhood friends… even his family is here. How did this happen? Who did this? Someone had to do this. His mind is now running with lots of questions.

Luckily, Jimmy knows him as the back of his hand.

“What’s up, Uce?”

“Uh, nothing. I was just thinking.” Roman sighs, glancing down at his feet, but Jimmy knows best.

“Thinking about what? It’s your party, enjoy it.” He tries to hype his cousin, putting his arm around his shoulder gently.

“Who did all this anyway? You and Jey?”

“Nope. Our job was merely to make sure you were here.”

“What? Then, who-”

“Seriously, Uce? Who do you think knows you this good and would put this much effort in a surprise party, uh?” Roman finally hits realization, running his hands down his face.

“I fucked up. I fucked up big time.”

“Why exactly did you break up with her?”

“I… I didn’t break up with her. I just… I asked for some time.” Jimmy shoots him a look. “I know, it’s pretty much the same. But she had been acting so weird. Always on her phone or on her laptop. Always dismissing me with lame ass excuses. I just assumed...” He trails off. “I just couldn’t handle it anymore… And I know I haven’t seen her or talked to her ever since but-”

“What? You haven’t talked to her ever since? Are you serious?” Roman nods, in shame. “You know she was probably just busy planning this whole thing right?” Once again, he nods, averting his gaze to the ground. “You need to go talk to her and make this right, Uce.”

It’s around 9PM, and you had just gotten up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, trying to find something to eat, when someone knocks on your door.

You go and open it, no questions asked, thinking it’d be Jimmy and Naomi. When your eyes lay on Roman, you almost feel like your heart would jump out of your chest.

“Roman, what-?”

“No, (Y/N), just… please, just hear me out, ok? Just hear me out and then you can make a decision.” Roman pleads, his whole demeanor almost desperate. You sigh deeply, moving from the door so he could enter.

You walk towards the living room, sitting down in the couch and pulling your knees to your chest, hugging them, as Roman sits down next to you, but still maintaining his distance. He sits there for a while, staring at his hands.

“I know it was you who organized the whole party.” He breaks out the silence, as he turns to face you, his voice slightly rough.

“Uh, yeah… It was nothing, I-”

“It was everything.” Roman cuts you off. “You got everyone there. My friends, my family, everyone.”

“I just… I just want you to be happy. That’s all I want, really.”

“I know, and I’m guessing all your weird behavior had to do with all that?”

“Yes… I was trying to keep everything a secret, so it’d be a surprise. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted you to have a different birthday. A memorable one. And I definitely didn’t want to ruin it. And I didn’t, and you had fun, so… mission accomplished.”

“I had fun, and it was definitely memorable, but… there was something missing.” You furrow your brows questioningly, urging him to continue. “There was someone missing.”

“Oh God, who did I forget? Was it a family member? Oh my god, I knew it, I-”

“It was you, (Y/N).” Once again he cuts you off, and you finally lock your gaze with his, seeing nothing but pure adoration there. “You were the only thing missing there to make my day perfect, but that’s entirely on me. And I’m so, so sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m at fault too… I should’ve acted differently. If I did, I could’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”

“Can I hug you? I just miss you so m-”

You don’t even let him finish, you launch yourself into his arms, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

“I missed you too, so much.” You sigh, finally feeling home. You pull back to face him, cradling his face in your hands. “Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So, so much. And I really can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me today.”

“You don’t have to. Seeing you happy is all the thanking I need.”

“You want to see me happy?” He asks, with a wide, kind of teasing smile.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I want to see you happy. What do you-”

“Then, marry me.”

You’re pretty much sure you’re hearing things. Roman didn’t just propose. No, he didn’t.

“W-What?”

“You heard me. I don’t know about you, but for me, having you as my wife, would make me the happiest man on this planet.”

“Baby, marrying you would make me the happiest woman on this universe.”

“Could you just do me a favor, then?” You nod. “Check that box, below the TV.”

You stand up, and head to the wood furniture, kneeling down on the floor and pulling the box out. Opening it, there’s a bunch of CDs and DVD’s on top. You look back at him and he motions you to keep looking.

Your motions come to a halt once your eyes lay on the small dark red velvet box. Picking it up, you couldn’t help but feel very emotional. Once you open it and see the ring, the tears start falling. The ring is so beautiful.

Suddenly, Roman is kneeling next to you. You hug him right away. Pulling back, you kiss him, deeply and hard. These days seemed ages. You were craving him… his touch… everything about him.

“Yes.”

Roman had the most beautiful, bright smile you’d ever seen on his face.

“This is, easily and by far, the most amazing birthday I ever had.”

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A Secret From the Lunatic (Part 3)

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You look at you son with a smile on your face, as you held his little toy over his head shaking it. “Yeah David you like that don’t you my little man. Look at you already time has fly and already your almost 6 months old, your starting to look like your father as well.” As the smile almost drop from your face. “Who would thought you was going to come out so cute tho.” As you pick him up hold him in your arms. Your father Chris walk in with his new wife Sharon Tamina’s mom. “Well now look at this young man all big now.” Sharon took David from you as she gave him a kiss. “I know his big, but I’m just happy that his healthy and strong.” Chris your father had a smile on his face he took his hand. “He looks just like Dean now you look at it. You know Y/n sooner or later he's going to find out about David you know your gonna have to tell him.” You nodded your head.

During the show Renee ran into Nia as she smiled at her. “So is the plain ready?” Nia nodded her head as she look at Renee. “Are you sure this is going to work?” Renee smiled as she nodded, “Oh yes I made Dean sign all the paperwork so that way he can be the father of his own kid, even tho we both know he is the father, but the whole point is David is coming home to his father and his new mother.” She smiled as she look at Nia.

Later on that day you was finished feeding your son, you pick him up and put him in his playpen as you clean up the mess that he made. There was a loud knock on the door, your father ran to the door opening only to see a man standing there with two police officer. “Were here with child services, we got numerous calls about this place, about a child being dirty and being abuse.” The man walk right in with the officers. You walk out of the kitchen to see this man running to pick David up in his arms. “Hey! That’s my baby what are you doing?” You try to walk up to him, but the officer stop you. “That’s my baby what the hell?!” Sharon walk into the room as the other officer stop her. “This baby needs to be removed right now so if you don’t mind excuse me.” The man took little David away. Your father try to stop him by trying to grab David but the man push your father making him fall to the floor. “Chris!!” Sharon yelled out loud. You was screaming from the top of your lungs as you heard your son crying from what was going on. You try to fight off the officer, but he held you back as you keep screaming out David’s name.

Two days has past and Renee was home with your son David hold him in her arms. Dean came home with a smile as he look at Renee hold what he thought was another dog, but the smile drop on his face when he saw it was David. “Babe what the hell?” She smiled as she walk up to Dean giving him a kiss on his lips. “Yeah well this is David, David Ambrose our new baby.” Dean shook his head as he walk up the stairs thinking on what just happened. Renee still has a smile on her face. “Look at you little sweetheart, now your going to have your daddy and me as your new mommy.” She said kissing him.

You was still lying in bed holding yourself as your eyes red and puffy. Roman was down stairs with Tamina trying to make some calls while Seth called his buddy Josh to see if they know who was the man that toke David. “Nothing man.” Seth said as he covered his face trying to hold back his tears. “I’m going to see if Chris is alright mom ok.” She nodded her head as Tamina got up with her phone in hand making some calls. Sharon got up as she walk into the kitchen making some tea. “Hey man maybe we should call Dean see if he can help out.” Seth look over at Roman. “And let him know the truth that ‘hey man Y/n’s baby was taking and oh yeah the reason why we need your help is because your the father.’ Nah man we can’t, I already have my cousin Dwayne on the lookout plus he can found the guy who took David from Y/n.” Seth nodded as he went back to work.

Nia was out with her friends when she got the call about David being taken away. Nia knew about the whole thing. She even help Renee set the whole thing up by photo shop the pictures of David with bruises and making him look like he has not eaten in days. Nia knew this was bad, but she had to just to make up for what happened with Dean and Y/n. She was the reason for this whole mess, all because she just want to have a one nightstand with Dean. She look at her phone as Tamina told her about David, Nia only told her I’ll make some calls. She look at her dog then sigh. “I wonder if what I did was the right thing?” as she pets him over the head a few times.

Dean had a smile on his face while he was holding David in his arms. “Well little man I guess I’m your new dad, your cute kid I can tell you that.” He said with a smile. “You know I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. Did I seen you somewhere before?” Dean look at him closely as David laugh. Dean smiled as he sat down on the floor with him. “So what can you do uh? Like can you do some tricks or...can you talk?” David laugh he puts his fingers in his mouth. “Nah still to young, but I swear I think I’ve seen you before, I just can’t put my finger on it.” He start to play with David as Renee was looking on from the other room with a smile. She walk into the kitchen with a smile on her face. “Y/n you took away my one chance on having a family, to bad now I have my family.” Renee look out the window from there home with a smile.

Dwayne stop by as he got some news about the men who took David from you. “Alright so from what I got from what my people told me, that this guy the day he took David got fired because he send David off to family which is unknown.” You sat there on the sofa looking tired and pale. “Well what’s his name?” You ask softly, “He name is Robert the last place he was staying was here right before he was fired. Now we don’t know where he is.” Everyone one start to look at each other as you got up to look at the picture of Robert. “I think I know someone who can help with that man.” Jimmy said. “Oh nah man not him that’s the last we need right about now man.” Jey said. “Yeah but Jey my babe is right about this Randy is the only man who can help.” Naomi said as she stood right next to you. “Then we all go.” You said.

You follow Jimmy, Namio, and Jey as you all made it for the live show. Jimmy told you that he was take care of it. Once you guys found Randy Jimmy walk up to him and start ask him about this man name Robert. “Yeah you see this guy right here I know you know who he is cuz you talk about him one time.” Randy look at the photo, “Oh yeah I know him that’s Renee’s closes friend Robert.” Jimmy’s eyes widen as he heard the one name he didn’t think he was going to hear. “Did you say Renee?” Randy laugh as he look at him. “Yeah man I mean when me and Renee was messing around while Dean was out she told me about him you know.” Jimmy look at you funny, “Wait what? Nah man Renee with you?’ Randy laugh as he look at Jimmy. “Yeah man I mean good times, but after Dean came back she drop me like a bad habit.” Jimmy nodded his head as he thank him. “Hey man why did you even ask?’ Jimmy point over to where Jey Namio, and Y/n was standing. “Is that...Y/n?” Jimmy nodded, “yeah man this guy took her baby away, and since you gave me a heads up we now know who to talk to, again thanks.” Randy watch Jimmy walk back to the group as he keep his eyes on you. “Renee, Renee, Renee, I’m not helping you out on this one, but I can talk to Y/n.” Randy said drinking down his coffee.

Renee was in the locker room with Dean and David with a smile on her face. Dean look at his phone as he saw a text from Roman asking Dean if he’s around. Dean text back by telling him yeah and that he’ll meet up with him. “Babe I’ll be back.” Renee smiled as she watch him walk out the room. Renee puts David down in his playpen with a smile. “Y/n’s kid uh Renee?” Randy said making Renee look back. “No his my son now.” He shook his head as he walk in looking right a david. “Yeah he look just like Dean, damn your bitch Renee.” She look at him ready to scream. “You need to leave right now Randy or else I’ll call Dean right back in here!” Randy look at Renee blowing her kiss as he look back down at David with a smile, then he walk out of the room. Randy smile because he had an idea on how to help Y/n get David back.

Dean was already with Seth and Roman then from the corner of Dean’s eyes he saw you standing with Tamina. Dean was wondering what was wrong with you, but before he could walk up to you Seth call him over. “Yo Dean-o come here man, we need to talk.” Dean walk over to Seth and Roman while he still keep looking back at you. “Yeah what’s up you guys I can’t be away from Renee for to long.” Roman shook his head as he look back to see Randy walking in walking with Y/n. “Yeah man listen we need to have a talk, but like a long one because this has a lot to due with alot of shit that happened like way back then.” Dean rolled his eyes as he sat down. Then he look back to see only Tamina and Randy talking.

You started walking to the locker room that Randy told you about. “My baby David if his right if Randy is so right I’m gonna have to make it up to him.” You keep walking around just so you can find the locker room that David was in.

Nia walk into Renee’s locker room. “Hey we have big problem Renee.” She look up at Nia as she pulls her out of the room. “What David is sleeping right now.” Nia handed her some papers about Robert’s arrest yesterday. “If he runs his mouths about me and you were both done for, my cousin Dwayne got involved with this and you know how he knows people and somehow got your bro in jail for kidnapping.” Nia said making Renee nerves. “Ok you know what I’m gonna look for Dean and were leaving watch David for me will ya Nia.” She nodded her head as Renee ran off looking for Dean. You on the other hand was standing around the corner as you head everything those two where behind the whole thing. You look just see Nia standing by the door. You thought of something just so she can get away and that idea made you smile.

“Nia your match is up next you need to go now.” Naomi said pushing Nia away from the door, Nia try to protest, but couldn’t. That work as you walk to the door opening it then closing it right behind you. There….you saw him….your son David sound asleep. “My baby...my David!” You said picking him up slowly. You held him close to your heart as you rock him side to side with a smile on your face. You quickly grab his jacket putting it on him. You open the door looking at both sides as you walk right out the room closing the door right behind you.

Renee found Dean with the guys as she walk right in. “Dean we need to leave like right now.” Dean look at Renee as he stood up. “What what’s wrong?” Renee look up at Dean, “We need to go now it’s my mother she’s sick and she needs up so we have to go like right now.” She told Dean grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away. “Hey Renee hold up.” Dean said. Tamina, Namoi both walk right behind them as Seth and Roman followed right behind them.

Randy was walking in the parking lot until he saw you hold David close to your chest. “Y/n what are you doing?” You look at him, “Randy, please, please don’t tell just please.” He shook his head as he walk up to you with a smile, “Hey I’ll help you, but not like this sweetheart.” You want to cry as you look back just hoping that Renee didn’t come back. “Please Randy just let me….” “Y/N!!” You and Randy look back to see Nia walking up to you. “You took David you bitch!” You handed David over to Randy as you walk up to Nia. “Oh yeah well you help Renee take my baby away for what just so you can get fuck by Dean!” You both stop right in the opening in the parking lot. “You know Nia I get it that you never like me, but guess what I don’t care, I was kind and loving to you only for you to stab me in the back!” You said, “Oh I’m so sorry miss ‘I’m better than you’, but guess what who cares. All you ever do is try to be the center of attention even since you had that baby, but I guess that didn’t work.” Nia said pushing back. “You know what Nia your nothing more than just a stupid fat ugly bitch and that’s why no man wants you!.” You tried to push her but instead Nia picks you up out of anger. “Nia!! STOP!!” Rand yelled as he watch you screaming. “Nia Stop!!!” Randy just stood there holding David in his arms as he watch Nia drop you hitting you head on the car then on the floor. Everyone ran to where the noise was coming from just  to see the horror.

Renee and Dean walk back into there locker room only to found David gone. “Where is he!” Dean said as he look around the room. “Where's who? Naomi said. “David our son.” Renee said making everyone in the look at her. “David?! You mean Y/n’s son?” Tamina said grabbing Renee by her arms. “I knew it I knew you was the one who was behind this.” Roman pulled Tamina away. “Hang on for a minute Renee you had David the whole?” Seth look at Dean then back at Renee. “That’s it Renee you had Robert take David away from Y/n.” Dean look at Seth confuse, but right before anyone could say anything they heard Randy yelling at Nia as everyone ran out the room. Everyone ran into the parking lot Dean seeing Nia dropping Y/n head first on the car. Then everyone else came after, Dean not wasting time he ran to you as he fell to his knees picking you up, but stopping as he saw blood gushing out from you head. “Y/N!! Oh god Y?N!!” Tamina covered her mouth as she look at you, Roman ran to Randy taking David out of his arms. “Call for help now!” He said. Dean already holding you in his arms, now not caring about who’s watching him. “Hey Y/n wake up, wake up sweetheart, please,please wake up oh god please don’t die on us, please.” As tears started to run down on Dean’s face. Tamina sat down next to him as she look on. “You see that Tamina do you see my face now! If Y/n dies i’m never gonna be the same, because I love her, I fucking love her, I love you Y/n!” as he lean his head close to yours.

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WWE SummerSlam 2016

Date: August 21, 2016.

Location: The Barclay Center in Brooklyn, New York. 

Attendance: 15,974

Commentary: Michael Cole, Byron Saxton, and Corey Graves (Raw). Mauro Renallo, John “Bradshaw” Layfield, and David Otunga (SmackDown). 

Results: 

Kickoff Match: The Usos (Jimmy and Jey), The Hype Bros (Mojo Rawley and Zack Ryder), and American Alpha (Chad Gable and Jason Jordan) defeated Breezango (Fandango and Tyler Breeze), The Ascension (Konnor and Viktor), and The Vaudevillains (Simon Gotch and Aiden English. 

Kickoff Match: Sami Zayn and Neville defeated The Dudley Boyz (Bubba Ray and D-Von). 

Kickoff Match, First in a Best of Seven Series: Sheamus defeated Cesaro. 

1. Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens defeated Enzo Amore and Big Cass. 

2. Raw Women’s Championship Match: Charlotte defeated Sasha Banks (champion) to win the title. 

3. Intercontinental Championship Match: The Miz (champion) (with Maryse) defeated Apollo Crews. 

4. AJ Styles defeated John Cena. 

5. WWE Tag Team Championship Match: Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson defeated The New Day (Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods) (champions) via disqualification.

6. WWE Championship Match: Dean Ambrose (champion) defeated Dolph Ziggler. 

7. Nikki Bella, Natalya, and Alexa Bliss defeated Naomi, Carmella, and Becky Lynch. 

8. WWE Universal Championship Match: Finn Balor defeated Seth Rollins to become the inaugural champion. 

9. Brock Lesnar (with Paul Heyman) defeated Randy Orton via knockout. 

My Review

SummerSlam 2016 is one long ass show. I’m aware that’s a bit of a redundant statement because, in the age of the WWE Network, every show is long and, more often than not, they’re also ass. However, the point still stands: this show is a whopping 4 hours and it’s not something you can digest in one sitting on a rewatch. For the record, I totally support making the SummerSlams and Survivor Series and so on seem just as big and important as WrestleMania. It’s fine by me for WWE’s Big 4 to feature absolutely stacked cards. Unfortunately, in modern WWE, this approach also results in the shows running out of gas midway through and some of the matches going on way longer than they should. The 2016 edition of the summer classic isn’t exactly the worst example of this trend, but it definitely shows similar signs of fatigue.

On top of that, it’s such a heel-dominated show. It’s only occasionally satisfying. In their crusade to make the audience finally embrace Roman Reigns, the WWE would pile on the heel victories in hopes the crowd would pop like crazy once the Big Dog got the W in the main event. It’s inherently flawed psychology to think the crowd is just going to accept a long-awaited face win from just anybody. That can really only work in a particular situation. Needless to say, it often failed because while Roman would get the W, the crowd still hated him. Worse here is that he doesn’t even wrestle on this show. So who was this booking supposed to benefit? I guess you could make the argument for Finn Balor, whose Universal title win remains a highlight of his WWE tenure. Even then, it was rendered irrelevant 24 hours later, as Balor would vacate the title due to injury.

With all that in mind, it shouldn’t be surprising that such a heel-heavy show ends on a rather depressing note. Brock Lesnar pummels Randy Orton into a bloody mess and that’s it. That’s the show. Fade to black. It would’ve been fine if placed somewhere in the middle of the card, but it’s such an awkward way to close up shop. They did have a pretty workable story going into the match, and I’m not gonna pass up the rare occasion to see Orton get beaten into oblivion, but talk about deflating. The whole thing winds up looking like a pale imitation of Lesnar’s squash of John Cena back at SummerSlam 2014. Oh, and there’s some drama with Shane McMahon at the end because, as we all know, that’s exactly what the WWE needs: more McMahon family drama!

The far more successful dream match is John Cena vs AJ Styles. Truly something special. It’s essentially the same finishing move and near-fall spam fest that plagues every major WWE main event, but I don’t mind it here. This is meant to be an epic blockbuster between two of the biggest stars in wrestling of the post-Monday Night War era. It makes perfect sense for both guys to throw all of their deadliest ammunition at each other right out of the gate. Styles was in the midst of one of the hottest stretches of his career at this point, but Cena deserves just as much credit here. It’s kind of amazing. For all the times he’s proven that he can rise to the occasion in a big match situation, there are still anti-Cena bros to this day who’ll deny it every step of the way. His record of putting people over isn’t perfect, especially at SummerSlam, but what he does for AJ here is pretty selfless. I don’t think even his haters can deny that.

Overall, SummerSlam 2016 isn’t a bad show by any means but, again, the length ensures it will inevitably start to drag. A shame, because there’s probably a pretty good show somewhere in here. It’s nice that the WWE is trying to make the biggest party of the summer feel important, but too much partying can make even the most diehard fan eventually feel pooped. 

My Random Notes

I can only imagine what someone like Jon Stewart really thinks of WWE’s comedy. I mean, he’s probably had plenty of experience doing his best with bad material, but you’d have to think he had to grin and bear it here at several points.

In light of Sasha Banks’ recent spat with the company, I can really see why she’d be frustrated with her booking. Would it have killed them to have her hold the Women’s title for longer than a month? I know an injury is cited as the official reason she dropped the belt here, but it’s still the first of several instances of them yanking the rug out from under her.

Man, Enzo and Cass were so frickin’ over. They’re such laughing stocks now that it’s quickly become lost to time how much the fans were digging them. Of course, they only have themselves to blame for fucking it all up, but they really did have something special there for a bit. 

Dean Ambrose in his black torn shirt gives me some serious Bobby Heenan singlet vibes.

Funny how the pre-match hype package for Dean vs. Dolph centers so much around who Dolph Ziggler is because, as I’ve stated here previously, I still have no frickin’ idea who Dolph is supposed to be. He’s some anonymous hybrid of HBK, Mr. Perfect, Billy Gunn, and an ‘80s Trapper Keeper with literally no individuality. I find it ironic that he later got into a storyline where he kept changing gimmicks only to never find anything of his own. What a summary of his entire WWE career.

Hey, Balor may have had to surrender the title 24 hours later, but at least this meant him getting another run with the belt in the future, right? Right?!?

Man, Nikki Bella was so frickin’ over. Why does it feel like I’m repeating myself? In all seriousness though, people can hate on the Bellas all they want, but in no way should it be surprising that they still get big pops. They’ve done more for WWE’s mainstream visibility than a lot of other superstars allegedly have.

Speaking of Nikki, crazy to think that she’s only one in the six-woman tag to not hold the Smackdown Women’s title.

I can’t be the only one who felt a little kick to gut when they showed fans waiting outside the now-deceased Toys R Us. I don’t need another reminder that my childhood is dead.

When did Lana drop the accent? I don’t watch Raw and Smackdown weekly anymore, but it horrifies me to know I let this travesty pass me by.

I know some people were upset they allowed The New Day to surpass Demolition’s record for the longest reign as tag champs but I’m totally okay with the decision. Sure, they occasionally get into terrible storylines like this ringpostitis shit, but they’re incredibly over, sell a ton of merchandise, and can wring out some entertainment from even the worst material. If they really wanted to insult Demolition, they should’ve given that honor to The Ascension.

[glowrioustrash]

Big Brother

Summary: Ten times Keah Reigns needed her big brother, and one time she didn’t.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x OC. 

Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: Cursing, very quick blood mention (a child with a scraped knee)

Author’s Note: This takes place in a weird mix of reality and kayfabe. They all go by their ring names (it just makes me more comfortable to write that way) but the matches are planned and decided by creative. I hope that’s not too confusing for anyone.

Tagging:@castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury

              “Ro-Ro!” Three year old Keah cried from where she sat on the ground, clutching her knee. She wailed, crying for her older brother until the seven year old ran over.

              “Kiki, what’s wrong?” Roman knelt at her side, trying to asses why the girl was crying. She continued to sob as she moved her hand from her leg, showing the scraped skin she was crying over. A few tiny pebbles were stuck to her skin and a little dribble of blood making its way down her leg.

              “A’right, come here.” He took her little hand in his, leading her calmly into the house. Her wailing calmed into sniffles and whimpers as she followed.

              He brought her into the bathroom and helped her to sit on the closed toilet lid before climbing up the step stool to get into the medicine cabinet. He rifled through, finding the box of band aids.

              “No!” She cried when he grabbed at the box of plain band aids. He groaned and looked deeper in the cabinet until he found the Little Mermaid band aids. He set them on the counter before wetting a washcloth, Keah watching with wide, wet eyes.

              Roman knelt in front of her and cleaned her knee with as much gentle care a seven year old boy could manage. She whined and flinched, trying to pull away.

              “Kiki, I gotsta get the rocks out. Stop it.” He huffed. When the knee was cleared of visible debris, he put the band aid over the scrape. “There.”

              “Hurts.” Keah sniffled. Without hesitation, Roman leaned forward and kissed her knee.

              “Better?” He asked. Keah nodded and squirmed to get off the toilet. Roman stood and helped her down.

              “T’anks Ro-Ro.”

##

              “Ro!” The shriek echoed through the house, startling Roman. “Roman, help!”

              Roman jumped up from the floor of his bedroom and rushed to the door, calming when he heard the laughter of his twin cousins. If Jimmy and Jey were visiting there was a good chance they were the cause of the shrieking instead of some emergency. Roman smiled as he ran down the stairs.

              “Make ‘em stop!” His little sister begged, barrelling into him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He took in the sight in front of him, the twins carrying around a plastic snake they must have been chasing Keah with.

              “Really?” He laughed.

              “There you are!” Jimmy grinned, throwing the snake at Roman and making Keah yelp as she hid behind him. Roman just eyed the toy and thought how fake it looked.

              “We was lookin’ for you!” Jey added. “Wanna play ball?”

              “Let’s go.” Roman nodded. He had been playing with his action figures in his room so it’s not like their unexpected arrival had interrupted anything. “Kiki, tell Ma I went out with the twins, kay?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he and the twins bolted towards the front door.

              “Ro!” She called after him, making him stop while the twins kept running. He turned to look at her with annoyance. She was hiding behind the banister now, pointing at the toy snake.

              “Guys, you forgot your stupid toy.” He called after his cousins, crossing to pick it up before chasing after the twins.

###

              “Roman?” Keah sniffled quietly, knocking on his bedroom door. She could hear music coming through the door so she knew he was home. She waited a minute, rubbing her eyes. Her hand came back tinted black and purple from the make-up she had carefully applied before her date. She must look a mess.

              She waited another second before giving up, turning to go to her own room. She was halfway down the hallway when her brother’s door opened.

              “Keah? Did you just knock?” He asked, sticking his head out. “I barely heard ya over the stereo.”

              “Y-yeah, I did.” She half turned to look at him.  “Don’t worry about it.” She waved him off.

              “Woah, wait.” He stepped into the hallway, his face full of concern. “What happened?”

              “Uh, Kevin…” She started, Roman’s expression turning from concern to anger.

              “What did he do?” He growled as he moved closer, looking over his sister for any sign of harm.

              “He broke up with me.” She cried. The tension left his body upon hearing Keah wasn’t physically harmed. He pulled her into a hug, his large frame engulfing her tiny body.

              “I’m so sorry Kiki. He wasn’t good enough for you.”

              “B-but I love him.” She argued.

              “He’s a little bitch.” Roman rolled his eyes. He never liked the kid.

              “Ro!” She huffed, smacking him on the arm.

              “Not sorry. He’s an idiot for giving you up.” Roman let her cry as he held her in the hallway, the homework he’d been working on forgotten.

              “Hey, how ‘bout I drive over to the parlor and get us some ice cream? Get into some comfy clothes while I’m out and pick out a movie, okay?” He offered.

              “Any movie?” She sniffled. It was rare she was given carte blanche on a movie night.

              “Any movie.” He confirmed. “I know its shit right now, Kiki, but Kevin was nothing. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you to find a guy that’ll treat you right. Plus I’m here to beat the shit out of the ones who don’t.”

####

              “Roman, get your tall ass down here!” Keah screamed up the stairs.

              “I’m comin’! Simmer the fuck down.” He yelled back as he descended the stairs groggily.

              “Language!” Their mother called from the kitchen.

              “Sorry Ma.” They answered back in stereo.

              “Where’s the damn fire?” Roman asked.

              “What? Just because you’re some hot shot college guy, you’re not gonna help with the Christmas tree?” She rolled her eyes. “I told you like twenty times we were doing that today.”

              “Still not tall enough to reach it yourself, shorty?” He teased, ruffling her hair when he reached where she was standing.

              “We can’t all be built like a damn football player, okay?” She shoved him, not surprised when he didn’t even budge. He laughed her off before moving into the living room. They decorated the tree together, their mother leaving the kitchen to help when she could before returning to stir or baste or work whatever magic went into her cooking.

              “Ma, we’re doing the star.” Roman called out to her as he knelt down so Keah could sit on his shoulders. They had put the star on the tree this way for years, going back to when they were kids. Roman could reach it on his own by now, but it was tradition.

              Their mother bustled into the room, wiping her hands on her apron before grabbing the camera to take the yearly photo.

              “You been putting on weight, sis?” Roman teased as he stood, grunting and acting like he could barely stand.

              “Asshole!” Keah shrieked, smacking him upside the head. “Maybe you’re just getting weak. Too many keggers and not enough training.”

              “Language!” Their mother snapped, even if she was fighting back a smile. She knew the way the two of them teased and bickered. “Can the two of you please just behave long enough for the picture?”

              “Sorry Ma.” They apologized in unison as they posed for the photo.

#####

               “Roman! Roman Reigns!” Keah yelled, trying to get her brother’s attention. He turned, looking for the source and she waved her arms at him from where she stood, blocked by security from going backstage.

               “Keah!” He smiled, saying goodbye to the man he was talking to before jogging over. “It’s cool man. She’s my sister.” He told the security guard before pulling her into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?”

               “Last minute plans, get off you’re all sweaty!” She complained, trying to push him away. He laughed and released her from the hug, keeping one arm draped over her shoulders. She huffed, but left it there.

               “Did you see my match?” He asked, leading her through the backstage hallways.

               “No, I had my eyes closed the entire time.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course I saw your match. That’s kinda the reason I’m here, dumbass.”

               “Don’t make me throw you through a table too.” He threatened playfully.

               “You wouldn’t do that to your sweet, innocent little sister would you?” She pouted.

               “Of course not. If you see her around here, let me know.” Keah scoffed and hip checked him as he laughed. “I’m stuck with my annoying, bratty little sister for now.”

               “Roman!” A man called from down the hall as he sauntered towards them. “Good match brotha!”

               Roman released Keah to give the other man a handshake that they both pulled into a one-armed pat on the back. Keah stood awkwardly to the side, watching the dirty blonde and her brother discuss his match.

               “Oh, shit. My bad. Keah, this is Dean. We’ve been training together. Dean, this is my little sister.” Roman smiled, wrapping his arm over her shoulders again.

               “Ahh, little Reigns.” Dean laughed. “Here I was thinking you’d picked up some ring rat.”

               “Excuse me?” Keah scoffed.

               “Watch it.” Roman growled.

               “Hey, hey! I didn’t mean it like that.” Dean jumped to defense. “I see you walkin’ ‘round with a pretty girl under your arm… that’s all I’m sayin’. Didn’t know she was blood.”

               “We gonna have a problem, Ambrose?” Roman warned.

               “No, no problem.” Dean took a step back, reassuring the larger man.

               “Roman, be nice.” Keah took pity on the man, smiling sweetly at him. “You can’t chase away every guy that calls me pretty.”

               “Thanks, sweetness.” Dean relaxed, grinning back at her.

               “But you can go after the ones who call me a ring rat.” She smirked up at her brother. Roman returned the smirk before turning back to glare at Dean.

               “Fuck me.” Dean groaned before Roman charged him, all three laughing.

######

               “Ro, where are you? I only have the van rented for a few hours.” Keah whined into the phone as she stood on the porch, watching down the street for her brother to arrive.

               “Relax, we’re almost there.” His voice crackled through the phone. “I had to pick up the guys.”

               “The guys? Did Jimmy and Jey get the day off?” She asked, perking up at the thought of seeing her cousins.

               “Nah, but I grabbed a few guys to help. Don’t worry about it. We’re turning the corner now.” The line clicked dead as she saw her brother’s SUV turn down the street. She pouted, both at the non-goodbye and that her cousins weren’t able to come help her move. She hadn’t seen them in a while and was looking forward to spending time with them. At least Roman would have help with the heavy lifting she supposed.

               Roman parked the SUV next to the empty cube van. She watched as he climbed out, followed by Dean and Seth. She had met both men a few times and liked Seth well enough, although she didn’t know him very well yet. Dean was… an interesting man.

               “Hey guys.” She called as she walked down the stairs. “Thanks for helping.”

               “Hey, what good are all these muscles if we can’t lift some furniture?” Seth teased, flexing. Keah laughed and shook her head.

               “I even promised to not go through your underwear drawer.” Dean smirked, causing Roman to glare at him.

               “I don’t even wanna know why that was even brought up.” Keah shook her head.

               “Ignore him.” Roman huffed. “But also don’t let him near your underwear.”

               “Can we get started and stop talking about my underwear please?” Keah begged.

               “Well there go all my conversation starters.” Dean shrugged, dodging as both Seth and Roman swung at him.

#######

               “I don’t know if I can do this, Ro-Ro.” Keah mumbled nervously, staring at the monitor in front of her as she shifted from side to side. She was moments away from her first ever televised match and quickly having second thoughts about choosing to follow in her brother’s footsteps.

               “Keah, you got this.” Roman reassured her, placing his hands on her shoulders to steady her. “You’ve been training hard, you’ve practiced the spots with Bayley a million times. You’re ready.”

               “I’m not. I’m really not.” She shook her head, shaking as the current match ended.

               “Yes you are, Kiki.” He argued.

               “Yeah, Kiki.” A second deep voice joined from behind her. She spun around to see Dean grinning at her.

               “Ugh, you just had to hear that, didn’t you?” She scoffed. She knew Dean would never let that childhood nickname go now that he’d heard it.

               “What do you mean, Kiki? I didn’t hear anything, Kiki.” He teased.

               “Can you not right now? I’m a little busy freaking the fuck out.” She gestured wildly at the curtain.

               “Pfft, you’ve got this. Relax.” Dean shrugged.

               “He’s right, even if he’s an ass.” Roman agreed.

               “You both really think I can do this?” She asked, glancing between the two men.

               “No doubt, sweetness.” Dean nodded.

               “Of course you can, you’re a Reigns.” Roman smiled proudly.

               “Keah, you’re up first!” A man with a headset shouted towards the group. Keah nervously stepped closer to the opening of the curtain, feeling both men step forward with her.

               “You’re gonna be great, and I’ll be right here when you’re done.” Roman told her, rubbing her shoulders. “Now go show them what us Reigns are made of.”

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               “Roman!” Keah called for her brother as she struggled towards their corner of the ring. She played up the pain she was in, selling the beat down she’d been receiving when in reality she was having the time of her life.

              “Come on Keah!” Roman cheered, reaching his arm out as far as he could, Dean flailing beside him to get the crowd riled up.

              The three of them were in a six person tag match facing The Usos and Tamina. The real life family ties were translating into amazing ring chemistry, the back and forth keeping the audience guessing who would come out on top.        

               She finally got close enough to tag her brother in, forcing Tamina to tag in one of the twins. The two exploded out of their corners, the crowd going wild as they met in the center of the ring.

               “You good?” Dean asked as she pushed her way up to standing.

               “Fuck yeah. This is awesome.” She panted, tilting her head down to hide her smile from the cameras.

               “The crowd loves you.” Dean brought his hands up to her shoulders, looking to the cameras that he was checking her over.

               “They ain’t seen nothing yet.” She stretched, rolling her shoulders and shaking out her arms.

               “Wanna make things a little more interesting?” He asked, taking a hold of the tag rope in one hand and tapping on his collar bone with the other.

               “How so?”

               “A friendly bet.”

               “What did you have in mind?” She let the grin show on her face, knowing at this point it would look like she was ready to get back into the ring and raise some hell.

               “If we win, you let me take you to dinner.” He glanced towards her nervously before looking back at the match.

              Keah was stunned. She was sure it showed on her face, but at that moment she forgot about the cameras and the crowd.

              “W-what?” She stuttered.

              “You heard me.” Dean shrugged, bouncing up and down on the ring apron.

              “You know we’re scheduled to win, right?” She asked.

              “I know.” He grinned at her before Roman tagged him in. He jumped into the ring, swinging wildly as he was known to do. Keah watched him, smile growing as she felt her face warm. If anyone asked her about it, she’d blame the flush on the bright lights.

#########

               “Roman! What the fuck happened out there!?” Keah ran down the hall into his arms. She was shaking, clinging to his shirt.

               “I don’t know Keah. We rehearsed that spot a million and a half times. I swear it should have been fine.” He explained.

               “Has the doctor said anything? Has he come out?” She asked, staring at the closed door of tonight’s medical room.

               “Nothing, but you know Dean’s got a thick skull. He’ll be fine.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood but Keah didn’t laugh. She’d been a nervous wreck from the moment she watched the botched ladder spot through the backstage monitor. The way Dean had crumpled to the ground, she knew something was wrong.

               “I’m sorry, Keah.” Roman whispered, rubbing her back. “I… I should’ve done more or-“

               “Don’t you dare, Roman Reigns.” She turned on him. “This was not your fault. Dean’s your brother and I know you would have done anything you could to avoid something like this. It’s the business. It’s what happens. It fucking sucks and I wish the damn trainer would let us in-“ Her voice got louder as she spoke, hoping they would hear her from inside and open the door. “but it’s the business.”

               “Just come in Keah.” She heard the trainer call from inside, sounding resigned. She didn’t need to be told twice, pushing the door open and running right to her boyfriend’s side.

               “Hey darlin’.” Dean tried to smile at her but she could hear the pain in his voice.

               “Don’t “hey darlin’” me!” She huffed, tears pooling in her eyes. “What were you thinking?! You scared me half to death!”

               “I know. ‘M sorry.” He mumbled. “We tried that spot-“

               “A million and a half times. I know, Roman told me.” She sniffled. Dean reached over and took her hand in his.

               “Hey, none of that. I’m okay, right Doc?”

               “Well, you’ve got a concussion, and I want you to get your ribs x-rayed, but you’re not in any immediate danger.” The trainer told him as he removed his latex gloves. “You’re lucky though.”

               “I know I am.” Dean smiled, looking up at Keah.

               “Fuckin’ idiot.” She cried, not heat to the insult as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, being careful not to jostle him too much. “I’m in love with a goddamn reckless idiot.”

               “Love you too, darlin’.”

##########

               “Roman! Thank god you’re here.” Keah gushed. “Please tell me everything is under control. I’m freaking out!”

               “I see that.” He chuckled, moving into the room.

               “Please tell me Dean remembered his cufflinks. He kept joking about losing them because he hates wearing them so much but I swear to god if he lost them on purpose-“

               “Keah, take a breath.” Roman interrupted. “He’s got his cufflinks on. You know he wouldn’t go that to you.”

               Keah took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “You’re right. You’re right.”

               “I’ve been keeping an eye on it all. You need to relax and enjoy the day. No one is gonna mess it up.”

               “Because you’ve already threatened everyone for me?” She asked, giving him big doe eyes.

               “Yeah, threatened to send you their way, bridezilla.” He laughed. She scoffed and slapped his chest.

               “I’m not that bad.” She rolled her eyes.

               “If you say so.” He replied with a tight smile.

               “Ass.” She grumbled.

               “Bitch.” He shot back.

               “It’s my wedding day, you can’t call me bitch, bitch.”

               “Language!” Their mother called from the next room.

               “Sorry Ma.” They called back with matching grins.

               “Seriously though,” Keah breathed. “Thank you for your help today. I couldn’t do it without you, Ro.”

               “Just do me a favor?” Roman asked. “Next time you get married, hire a wedding planner. I can’t handle going through this again.” Keah laughed loudly, swatting Roman on the chest again.

               “Get Dean to the altar and don’t lose the rings and there won’t be a next time.”

+

               “Dean!” Keah screamed, clutching at the man in question’s hand. He would swear he could hear the bones grinding together and popping under the force. “I swear to god if you ever touch me again I’ll castrate you!” She panted through the pain.

               “I know, darlin’. I know.” He grunted through the pain in his hand. He knew he had no right to complain. “Just a few more pushes and you’ll be done. It’s almost over. We’ve almost got our little girl.”

               “I can’t.” She cried. “I can’t do it anymore.”

               “Yes you can. You’re so strong. You can do this.” He cooed, smoothing down her sweaty hair.

               Keah screamed as she pushed through the next contraction.

               “Big push darlin’ she’s almost here.” He encouraged.

               The baby’s cries suddenly floated through the room as Keah slumped back into the hospital bed in relief. Both of their eyes snapped down towards the little girl, naked and wailing in the doctor’s arms. The nurses made quick work of cleaning the baby off and bringing her back to the new parents.

               “Congratulations.” The doctor smiled as she placed the squirming baby onto Keah’s chest.

               “Oh my god…” Keah breathed. “Dean she’s beautiful.”

               “She is… and she’s ours.” He croaked, voice cracking with emotion. He bent down to press his head to his wife’s as the both marvelled at the little girl.

               “We did it.” Keah cried as she stroked a finger over the baby’s cheek.

               “You did it.” Dean corrected, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’m so proud of you darlin’.” They were both silent for a moment, words lost to the both of them as they watched their newborn baby girl.

               “You want me to get Roman?” Dean whispered. Keah shook her head, pulling him onto the bed beside her.

               “In a minute.”

[doubletriplepowerbomb]

Anything but Ordinary IX

Ahhhh I finally finished part 9!!!! Sorry it took so long but its finally out!

Word count: +3700

Warnings: Cursing, some dirty talk... just a little ;)

Part 8 

Tags: @disturbthepearls 

@jenn0755

@zappyzoodle

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“I can’t believe you.” Sierra said, rolling her eyes at Roman. “You just came back from the dead and all you can think about his getting naked with me.”

Roman only smirked at his mate’s comment before weakly pulling on the hem of Sierra’s hoodie.

Sierra’s small hands covered Roman’s larger ones as she pulled the oversized sweatshirt over her head and Roman smiled to himself when he saw that his girlfriend wasn’t wearing a bra.

Sierra dropped the hoodie on the floor before taking a step towards Roman and pressing her body against his. “You think you can stand long enough for a shower, baby?” She whispered before kissing his left pec. Roman hummed what sounded like a yes and Sierra reached out to start the water. “Let’s get you undressed then.”

Sierra slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of Roman’s sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down slowly.  Sierra held tightly to Roman’s shoulder as she helped him step into the shower, he braced himself against the wall as Sierra pulled her shorts down and stepped in behind him.  

Roman’s head fell back in pure bliss as the hot water cascaded down his sore body. Sierra stood behind him, her hands pressed to his shoulder blades to keep him standing. “Can you stand by yourself?” Sierra asked. Roman nodded and hummed his response before Sierra grabbed the shampoo off the shelf and began lathering it into his hair.

“Oh fuck, babe.” Roman groaned as Sierra massaged his scalp. Sierra only hushed him before guiding his body around to face her.

“Lean back and close your eyes.” Sierra said before helping Roman get the shampoo out of his hair. She watched in awe as the shampoo rinsed out of her mate’s gorgeous hair and down his equally gorgeous body.

She helped Roman out of the stream of water before grabbing the coconut conditioner from the shelf and rubbing it through his hair. After massaging the conditioner into Roman’s soft hair, Sierra grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed the dried blood off of his stomach to reveal a small, clean scar, the size of her pinky finger, above his bellybutton and a little to the left.

Sierra’s finger traced the pink scar before she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Are you feeling better, sweetheart?” She whispered before holding him underneath the stream of water and rinsing the conditioner out of his hair. Roman nodded and hummed again so Sierra turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

Sierra couldn’t help admiring Roman’s gorgeous body as he stood in the shower, his hair dripping onto his built chest and chiseled torso. She bit her lip as her eyes traveled down to his defined v-line and the trail of dark hair that lead to his large cock. Even when flaccid, he was impressive. But as much as Sierra wanted him, she held back, she knew he needed rest.

Sierra shook the dirty thoughts from her head and dried him off before helping him walk to their bedroom. “Aren’t you gonna lay with me?” Roman whined as he weakly held his arms out for her. Sierra smiled at Roman and crawled under the covers with him. Roman wrapped his strong arms around Sierra and hugged her close to him.

“I love you, baby girl.” Roman whispered into Sierra’s hair. “Thanks for all this, I’ll feel better after a nap.”

“It’s no problem, Rome. I love you too.” Sierra whispered as she snuggled into his chest. His warm skin and familiar clean scent had Sierra sleeping soundly in seconds. She never wanted to leave.

They slept soundly for another half an hour before Sierra was jerked awake by Roman rushing out of the bed and into the bathroom. Sierra followed in her boyfriend’s wake as he ran toward the toilet. Roman quickly dropped to his knees and leant over the toilet, his back retching as he threw up.

Sierra pulled his damp hair back into a bun and rubbed his bare back as he continued to throw up. After throwing up for the second time, Sierra finally asked Seth what was going on.

“The cure cures the dead. Now that Roman isn’t dead, his body doesn’t know what to do with the cure. So he has to throw up, he’ll be okay. He might complain about being hot, he’s gonna be exhausted because he’s gonna lose a lot of nutrients.” Seth explained. Sierra nodded and thanked Seth before turning back into the bathroom. “Sierra, one more thing. Roman won’t want to eat, but try to get some food into him.” Sierra nodded but rushed back into the bathroom when she heard Roman throw up again.

Roman threw up once an hour for 5 more hours. He was exhausted and extremely uncomfortable. Sierra sat on counter in the bathroom and watched Roman as he slept on the floor.

Two hours had passed and he didn’t throw up, which still wasn’t great but it was progress. Seth then told her that if he was no longer throwing up every hour, the cure was out of his system and he was in the clear. Meaning that her next mission was to wake him up and get him into his bed.

“Ro, sweetheart, wake up.” She whispered with her hand pressed to his forehead. Normal. Seth said he was going to be healthy, just really exhausted.

Roman mumbled incoherently, Sierra didn’t know what he said, but she did know that he was awake.

“You wanna get in bed?” She asked sweetly. Roman mumbled again but he nodded this time. “Do you need help getting up?” Sierra asked. Roman nodded and Sierra called for Dean.

Dean came rushing in and helped Sierra bring Roman into his room. He slept for the rest of the day while Sierra watched him, occasionally wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead or refilling his water bottle. He woke up frequently throughout the day, but only ever for a couple minutes. He’d wake up, stretch out, drink some water, and go back to sleep.

-

The next morning, Roman woke up feeling 100% better, just a little hungry. “It’s nice to see you up and about, little brother.” Vanessa said when she saw Roman rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah it’s great to be back, but do we have anything to eat?” Roman asked, his head still in the fridge.

“Seth and Baron went out to grab some bagels. They should be home soon.” Vanessa said with a smile, she was glad her brother was back to normal.

“Oh fuck I love bagels.” Roman said as he closed the fridge. “Sierra! Seth and Baron are getting bagels!” He yelled down the hall.

“I love bagels!” Sierra yelled back before she walked into the kitchen. Vanessa hadn’t seen her this happy looking since before Roman died. She smiled at the thought that it was the bagels but she knew deep down that her happiness was all because of Roman. Vanessa was happy to see the two of them together again.

Dean came into the kitchen next and sat at the island next to Vanessa. “They look happy.” He whispered as he nodded his head toward Roman and Sierra. Vanessa looked at her little brother and his mate and smiled before she turned back to Dean.

“They are. I’m happy that the two of them aren’t sulking around anymore. I mean I don't wanna say this but everything is good right now.” Vanessa said, taking a sip of her water.

“Why do you not wanna say that?” Dean asked. “They’re finally happy, everything’s good right now.”

“The only reason I don’t wanna say that is because everytime things seem to be going well with them, something goes wrong.” Dean scrunched up his nose and looked confused. “When Roman and Sierra finally made up, Strowman showed up and turned her into a werewolf. Then, when she made it through her first turn and they presented as mates, Sierra’s parents showed up and shot him.” Vanessa explained as quietly as she could with Roman and Sierra still in the kitchen.

Dean opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by Seth and Baron barging through the door and storming into the kitchen. “Guys! We need to go!” Baron yelled. Vanessa shot a look over at Dean before looking back at Baron.

“Wait, did you guys still get food?” Roman asked? Seth rolled his eyes and tossed a bagel in Roman’s direction.

“Nice to have you back, Roman.” Seth said as Roman devoured his bagel.

“So why do we have to leave?” Sierra asked as she grabbed Roman’s bare arm.

“We saw Seth’s bitchy sister in the bagel store and then she sent a bunch of vampires after us.” Baron started before he took a bagel out of the bag for himself and throwing one to Sierra. Vanessa’s eyes widened, she didn’t want a bunch of vampires tracking her or her friends down.

“We lost them the woods but we have to leave, it’s not safe here anymore. We have to find more werewolves.” Seth continued. “We’re no match for a whole family of vampires. They are hundreds of them, and only 6 of us.”

“I know where we can go.” Roman piped up after managing to get half of Sierra’s bagel. “Jimmy and Jey. They’ll be cool with Seth.” Roman suggested.

“Roman, you’re gonna put the rest of our family at risk?” Vanessa reprimanded.

“They’re our family, Ness! They’re the only ones that’ll help us. Me and Deano here are quite popular in the werewolf community, and not necessarily for a good reason. Our family will help us.” Roman explained. Sierra looked up at her mate and he looked down at her. “It’s better of you don’t know. I don’t want them after you too.” He whispered before pressing his lips to her forehead. “Besides, you’re staying here, Ness.” Roman said after he calmed down.

“What! No I’m not! I’m not staying in here, while you go out and fight hundreds of vampires. What do you want me to do? Just keep the couches warm until you come back?!” She yelled at her brother.

“We’re not coming back. Everyone knows were here by now.” Roman said calmly. Vanessa’s jaw dropped at her brother. “Word gets around, what if Strowman, Gallows, and Anderson hear about this?” Roman asked as he placed his arm around Sierra’s shoulders.

“They get every other person out there that we owe, and they kill us.” Dean answered as he absentmindedly played with his fingers.

“No, I’m coming.” Vanessa stated firmly expecting Roman to back down, but he didn’t. He did the opposite actually.

“No, Vanessa! You’re staying here because you aren’t involved! You’re my sister and I don’t want a bunch of fucking vampires knowing where you live!” He yelled at his sister. Vanessa was shocked at Roman’s response.

“You're not the boss of me. I'm gonna do what I want.” Vanessa snapped back, she obviously wasn't backing down. Roman only got madder and spat out his next response.

“Yes I am! I’m the Alpha of this family! I was the Alpha of the pack and I’m the boss! I choose what’s best for my pack. And right now, the best thing for the pack right now is for you to stay here. The only other alpha is Baron, if you can get him to convince me, then maybe I’ll change my mind.” He said through clenched teeth. Sierra had never seen Roman so dominant. Usually he controls himself and nobody would be able to tell he was an alpha at first glance, but his alpha brain is clearly taking control of this situation. If Sierra was being honest, dominant alpha Roman was turning her on a little bit. She knew her mate could smell arousal on her, but she hoped he was too distracted to smell it.

Everyone in the house turned to Baron. He was extremely shy and reserved and despite being an alpha, he didn't always act like one. He tried to blend in and didn't really like being a leader. But sometimes, his alpha brain would come out and he’d shock everyone. Usually, two alphas in the same pack didn’t work, but because Baron was so reserved, it was never really a conflict. He actually liked being around another alpha, because with Roman around, Baron was never put on the spot and he never had to act like an alpha.

Baron felt heat rising on his cheeks and he cleared his throat. “Honestly, I think Roman’s right. It’s safer if we leave.” He said quietly. Roman cocked his head back to look at his upset sister.

“Sierra, what about you?” Roman glared at Vanessa for putting his mate on the spot like this but she cut him off. “He’ll listen to what you say.”

“I’m just an omega.” Sierra said quietly. “I don’t have a say.”

“Yeah but you’re Roman’s omega, you have the power to talk some sense into him.” Vanessa said. “Please. I can’t lose him again, he’s all I have left.” She pleaded.

Sierra looked at Roman with her big blue eyes and then back to Vanessa. “You just probably won’t want me to. Because I agree with Roman and Baron. We shouldn’t put you in anymore danger than we already did.”

“We? That’s funny, Sierra. You say we like we’re an actual pack. The only people that should really be here are me, Roman, and Dean. You and Baron don’t belong. He’s an alpha for some other pack, but honestly, they’ll be better off without him because this fucking bagel’s a better alpha than him!” Vanessa screamed. Baron never let his alpha brain get the better of him, but right now, alpha Baron was beginning to take over.

“And you! You think now that you’re a werewolf, you’re one of us now?! That’s really fucking funny, cause last time I checked, you were a person less than two weeks ago! You’re nothing but an incapable idiot that causes trouble for my brother. And don’t even get me started on Seth!” Vanessa snapped. Before Sierra could say anything, Baron stepped up.

“Hey!” He screamed louder than he’d ever been before. “Sierra is one of us! And honestly, the only person that doesn’t belong is you. We’ve all been in that lab, we all know about how bad it is in there. The only person who hasn’t been in there, who hasn't been burned, testing, sedated, abused, starved is you, Vanessa.” Baron said firmly.

“What about Sierra? She wasn’t a prisoner in the lab?” Vanessa asked with a smirk.

“You think I haven’t gotten in trouble in there?” Sierra finally piped up, she had no clue where she was getting this random confidence from, but she went with it anyway. “I spent 4 years trying to get everyone out of there. Ask Seth why I used to walk around there with bruises and burns. I had to serve food chained to the cart. Those guards didn’t care who my parents were. I was practically a prisoner there, I just wasn't kept in a cage.” Sierra said with a snarl.

“I doubt that.” Vanessa said, keeping her straight face.

“They treated me just like I was any other one of the prisoners, because I truly believed that people shouldn't be in cages. You think I went unpunished in that lab? I didn’t. I wanted to escape just as much as everyone else.” Sierra explained calmly. Roman stood there slack-jawed, he felt guilty for some reason. He knew it wasn't his fault, but he didn't like the thought of his mate being hurt. Roman reached down and grabbed her hand before interlacing their fingers and squeezing her hand. She looked up at him and smiled before leaning on him.

“Fine. If you don't want to put me in danger, you can all get the fuck out! I don’t want to see ay of you!” Vanessa screamed, slamming on the counter and storming out of the kitchen.  

“Sierra, is that true?” Roman asked quietly. Sierra only looked up at her mate before nodding and letting a tear slip out down her cheek. “Hey, no don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“No it's not. Why would I say that? All Vanessa wanted to do was help us. She didn't want to lose you again. And I ruined it.” Sierra said as she tried to calm down.

“Baby, it was my decision, it’s not your fault.” He whispered. “We should go though. Jimmy and Jey live kinda far.” Sierra nodded before Roman spoke up again. “I’ll call Jimmy and Jey, in the meantime, everyone pack a bag. We’re not coming back.” Seth, Dean, and Baron nodded before walking out of the kitchen and into their respective rooms.

Dean had to walk past Vanessa’s room in order to get to his. He walked past and couldn’t help but look in. “Ness, you okay?” He asked. He wasn’t a blood relative, but ever since Roman brought Dean home when the boys were 10, Dean had always been like a little brother.

“I’m feel awful.” Was all that Vanessa could say, and she did. “I didn’t mean to say any of that. I was mad and it kinda just came out.” Vanessa said, letting the tears fall again. “Sierra’s like my little sister, I can’t believe I said those things.”

“Don’t tell me, tell Sierra.” Dean reasoned. “She was pretty upset too. And I guarantee she’ll come in here to apologize soon.” Vanessa agreed and ran into Sierra’s room, luckily Roman wasn’t in there and she could talk to just Sierra.

“Hey, Sierra. Can I talk to you?” Vanessa asked as she stood in the doorway, playing with her fingers.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Sierra responded, still looking down into her backpack.

“I just wanted to apologize.” Vanessa’s words shocked Sierra and she looked up from her bag. “I didn’t mean anything I said and I don’t even know where it all came from. I never once believed that you weren't one of us. You’re like the little sister I’ve always wanted and I feel so terrible for ruining whatever we had.” Vanessa’s rambling was cut short by Sierra walking over and wrapping Vanessa in a hug.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean anything I said either. It’s just that my main purpose of helping everyone escape the lab was trying to get people out of harm's way and I just feel like I keep putting everyone in danger. You’re the last person I wanted to hurt.” Sierra said as Vanessa rested her chin on Sierra’s head.

After a couple seconds of hugging, Vanessa finally pulled back. “How do you and Roman manage to hug?” She joked.

Sierra giggled and shrugged. “Honestly, we can’t unless he picks me up.” She laughed. Roman walked into his bedroom happy to see that his sister and his girlfriend made up already.

“You guys already made up?” Roman asked. Both the girls nodded and he smiled before walking over to his sister. “You know I only wanted to protect you, Ness. I love you, I just don’t want to put you in more danger than I already have.” He said. Vanessa nodded and hugged her brother.

“I love you too, Rome. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the barn and apologize to Seth and Baron. You guys aren’t leaving like this.” Vanessa said before walking out of Sierra and Roman’s room.  

“You almost packed, babygirl?” Roman asked as he slipped behind Sierra and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sierra leaned back into his touch and sighed before nodding. She spun around in his arms so she was facing him and jumped into his arms.

Sierra wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips before resting her head on his shoulder. “Oh, one more thing, baby.” Roman said, Sierra lifted her head off his shoulder and looked into his brown eyes again. “I smelled you getting turned on earlier.” He whispered in a gravelly tone that sent chills up Sierra’s spine.

A blush crept across Sierra’s cheeks and she smirked before tucking her head into the crook of his neck. “I knew you’d be able to.” She mumbled before Roman put her down.

“Finish packing, we should get going around 6. It’ll get safer as it gets darker.” Roman explained before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

-

6pm rolled around and the 5 friends were getting ready to go. “Bye guys. I’m sorry about this morning but you should know I love you all and you can always come back here.” Vanessa said as she hugged Sierra, Roman, Seth, Dean, and Baron.

“Bye, Ness. I love you too.” Roman said before letting the others hug his sister.

After saying their goodbyes, Baron, Seth, Dean, Roman, and Sierra left Vanessa’s house and began their trek to Roman’s cousins’ house. “Jimmy and Jey know that we’re coming and they said we’re welcome and they’ll totally help us fight the vampires.” Roman said as he lead the group of 5 through the woods.

“Do they know that a vampire is coming with you to help you guys fight the other vampires?” Seth asked, obviously worried that Roman forgot to mention that crucial point.

“Yeah, they know. You shouldn’t be nervous, you’re loyal. We know that and they know that.” Roman said, still looking forward.

“But just to be sure, if you are gonna betray us, know would be the time. Cause it’s not just two more werewolves that’ll be joining us. It’s gonna be a whole lot more.” Dean said squeezing Seth’s shoulder.

“Dean, shut up. You’re scaring him.” Roman said lightheartedly to his best friend.

“I’m just sayin’ the pack’s big dude.” Dean retorted.

Roman stopping short in the middle of the woods stopped the rest of the group and made everyone grow silent. They’d been walking for about 30 minutes now and it was getting darker. “Sierra, come here.” Roman whispered, holding out his hand behind him. Sierra grabbed it and he pulled her close to him. “Vampires.” Was all Roman said. He accompanied that word with a point to 9 o’clock. The rest of the group turned their heads to the left and saw them through the trees. “Now let’s just hope they don’t see us.” Roman whispered.

Part 10

[roman-reigns-princess]

Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 4

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Warnings: alcohol consumption, r*ndy *rt*n gets a little rapey, um i really cant think of anything else??

Word Count: 2156

A/N: I’m so sorry its been like 2 months since i updated, i went thru a writing slump lmfao. i think im back now tho, and there’ll be actual smut in the next chapter (im alr like half way thru w it). Also I know a lot of yall changed your usernames, I dont remember every new user name, I tried my best to change them but if im tagging your old account please let me know

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Finally around 9pm, they headed out of the hotel to meet the men in a club a couple blocks away.

15 minutes later, Lyra and Naomi entered the club to find the guys occupying a secluded booth near the bar, and away from the dance floor. Even as they walked up to the table, Lyra could see Jimmy's eyes change colour as he drank in his mate's flawless figure.

Lyra was thankful that the club was mainly filled with humans, there were a couple of Alphas and Betas sitting at other tables, but most didn't seem to notice her. She made it a point to avoid them, and try and mask her scent with the humans.

On their way there, she'd managed to convince Naomi to keep quiet about her heat. She didn't need the guys treating her weird, or worse, making her go back. Naomi went to join the guys while Lyra went to order an Appletini for her friend, and a Vodka Sunset (A/N: these are really good tbh) for herself.

Lyra hopped up onto a barstool to wait for her drinks. It was a pretty busy night due to the fact that it was a Saturday, and wrestling fans going to the Rumble the next day were also out and about. Roman and his cousins had chosen a darker corner to hopefully minimize people interrupting their personal time.

Lyra glanced back at her friends and chuckled when she saw Jey looking bored and a little irritated as he tried to ignore his brother and Naomi who were basically grinding on each other, not giving a fuck about either of the other two men at the table.

Despite promising herself that she would not acknowledge Roman that night, Lyra found her gaze sliding over to him. He was already staring at her, an intense, hungry look in his eyes that had turned a bright silver-grey. A shiver of lust ran down her body, and she forced herself to turn away.

It was going to be a lot harder than she'd anticipated to ignore him. Not only could she barely keep her eyes off him, but his scent had hit her the moment she walked into the club. Her heightened senses constantly drew her attention to him even when she tried to focus them elsewhere.

She stiffened as she picked up on his footsteps through the clamor of people and music. She pretended not to notice him until she heard him clear his throat. She slowly turned the bar stool to face him.

"Oh hey, Roman," she blinked up at him, putting on a sickly sweet smile; he stood before her, arms crossed with a stern look on his face. She hated to admit it, but he made the simple jeans, shirt, and a leather jacket look mouth watering. "Can I help you?"

"You shouldn't be here," he said. She should've known he'd say something like that, of course he'd notice, she grumbled to herself. Rolling her eyes at him, she turned back, not wanting to deal with his shit at that moment, earning a snarl from him. "Don't fuckin turn away from me."

"Don't fuckin tell me what to do," she shot back, refusing to look at him. She let out a soft whimper, and her grip tightened on the bar in front of her as she felt his fingers sliding under her jacket and shirt to grip the right side of her waist; her cheeks flushed as he brushed her hair aside with his other hand, leaning in till his breath tickled her ear. His scent wrapped around her, calming her nerves down; he smelled like a delicious mix of hot chocolate and caramel, and she wanted nothing more than to drag him back to her room and let him play out his worst fantasies with her.

"Baby, you can't be here, you think us Alphas don't know what a shifter in heat smells like? That little jacket's doin shit to mask your scent," he spoke low enough that the noise around them would hide his words from any wolves or shifters nearby. Part of her knew that he was right, and that he was only saying these things because he cared, but she was too stubborn to agree with him.

"I'll be fine, I can handle myself," she mumbled, luckily Roman's reply was interrupted by the bartender bringing over her drinks. Roman let go of her as she grabbed the drinks. "Listen all I'm asking is that you leave me alone tonight, you clearly aren't interested, and I get it, but I deserve to have my fun."

She brushed past him without waiting for his reply; silently, he followed her, looking like she'd just punched him in the gut. Putting a smile on her face she slid in next to Naomi, handing her the Appletini. The older woman downed her drink then waited for Lyra to finish hers before dragging her out to the dance floor.

Several dances, and even more drinks, into the night, Lyra staggered over to their booth that was now empty. She had had a little too much to drink, and the room was starting to spin a little; groaning, she rested her head on the cooling surface of the table.

She'd given Jimmy all her cards both for safe keeping and to make sure that she wouldn't be able to drink anymore, but she'd cut herself off too late, and she knew she was going to have a splitting headache the next day.

The sound of someone sliding into the booth next to her had her head jerking up, she shook her head a little as the room was still swimming. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw Randy Orton, one of the other Alphas in the locker room, sitting next to her, his head tilted a little as he looked at her with a sneer.

"What's a pretty little shifter like you doing getting drunk during her heat?" He said in a soft, condescending tone, as his eyes swept over her, lingering a little too long on her chest.

"I-I dunno what you're talkin bout, I think I should go now," she mumbled, trying to inch away from him, pulling Naomi's jacket around herself, but his smirk only widened when he heard her words.

"Is that right?" He replied, his voice had a dangerous edge to it, and, unlike Roman, his scent set her nerves on edge as he leaned in. She tried to cringe away but she was pressed up against the end of the booth, and he blocked the only way out. A shiver of fear ran through her as she realized she was cornered by an Alpha that was both bigger and stronger than her. "Well you certainly smell like a shifter in heat, first day am I right? Why don't I take you back...make sure that no one gets to you, it's not safe for a little shifter like you out here."

"N-no I dontwanna-," he ignored her words, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the booth despite her slurred protests. She had no choice but to stumble after him, her hazy mind still trying to work out what to do as they exited the club. Before she could think her way out of the situation, a large hand grabbed her free wrist and jerked her back, making her yelp in pain.

"Let go of Lyra," came Roman's voice from behind her, she looked up to see him glaring at Randy.

"Oh yeah, why should I? What I do with this little shifter is none of your business," Randy retorted, his voice adopting a mocking tone. Lyra glanced between the two Alphas, this wouldn't end well if it got physical.

"Because I fuckin said so, she's mine, get your dirty little paws off her," Roman warned, Lyra's eyes snapped to him, the surprise at him calling her his was evident on her face.

"She doesn't seem to know that, I've seen they way the two of you act around each other, you send some very mixed signals, Roman, no wonder she's getting drunk on the first day of her heat if her Alpha can't satisfy her," a viscous smile carved across Randy's face as Roman snarled at him. He finally let of of Lyra, allowing her to curl into the safety of Roman's arms. "Or maybe that's what you were waiting for, so you could do whatever you want to her with minimal resistance, can't say I never thought of it."

A shiver of revulsion ran through her, making her cling to Roman's shirt. Randy turned away and walked back into the club before Roman could spit back a reply. He stood there for a moment, glaring after the retreating Alpha.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed, you're gonna have a shitty hangover in the morning," he said, turning her around and walking her in the direction of the hotel. He kept a hand on her waist to stabilize her so that she wouldn't trip over in her heels. "D'you got your keycard?"

"Left it with Jimmy," she replied, not in the mood to talk, keeping her eyes firmly on the ground to try and avoid any more stumbling.

"Ah fuck, okay you can have my bed, I'll take Jimmy's, I got no idea when or if he's coming back to the room," he said, more to himself than her. They walked the rest of the way in silence. Lyra was practically falling asleep against Roman by the time they reached the elevators. He had to half carry her to the room, then pushed her towards the bathroom. "You gotta get that makeup off, can't have you messin up the sheets. I think Naomi keeps some of her stuff with Jimmy's shit."

He left her leaning against the counter as he went to rummage through his cousin's things. She had to grab the edge to stop herself from falling over when he left her side, the alcohol mixed with the fatigued caused by her heat was not a fun combo. By the time he came back with a little makeup bag, and a black shirt in hand, she was falling asleep standing up. He gently shook her awake and handed her the stuff.

"I hope Naomi got some of that makeup remover stuff in there, and you can change into this shirt if you wanna, is up to you," he said, she mumbled her thanks and unzipped the little bag to find a small packet of makeup wipes as he walked out, leaving her alone to change.

Eager to get to sleep, she made quick work of the makeup, washing her face with some warm water to get rid of any residue. She pulled off her boots, shorts and tank top and left them in a pile on the floor of the bathroom along with Naomi's jacket. Finally, she pulled on Roman's shirt, the material soft and soothing against her skin, before making her way out of the bathroom.

She found Roman perched on the edge of what she assumed was his bed, and she headed straight for it.

He looked like he was about to say something to her, but her exhaustion prompted her to ignore him, and crawl under the covers with a groan. She heard him snort; in amusement or annoyance, she couldn't tell.

The bed shifted as Roman stood up and padded over to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving her tossing and turning on the bed as she tried to find a nice spot.

By the time Roman was done, coming out in nothing but a pair of shorts as usual, he found Lyra buried under the covers, face down in the pillows. He sighed to himself, walking up to her to turn her over.

"Babe, you had a lot to drink tonight, you shouldn't be sleeping face down or face up," he said, not even sure if she was awake as he rolled her onto her side, but before he could pull away she grabbed his arm and hugged it to her.

"Cuddles please, warm," her sleep riddled mind barely even registering what she was doing. Roman froze, torn between wanting to give in, and wanting to keep his distance as he'd managed to do so far. He tried one more time to dislodge his arm, but her grip held tight as she nuzzled her face against his palm; groaning to himself, he careful slid onto the bed until her back was pressed against his chest.

As he pulled the covers up around them, he halfheartedly promised himself that he'd sneak out once she was properly asleep.

He took a sharp breath as she wriggled around, trying to find the perfect position, which just happened to include her ass pressed against his dick. He wrapped his arms under her chest to keep her still against him burying his face in her hair. Taking a deep breath, he slowly drifted off to sleep.