#Joe anoa'i smut

[vegetasbae]

Hey uhhh let’s stop putting oc fanfics under the xreader hashtag please😔😭

[caramelcleopatraa]

SMAU: How OG Bloodline reacts when you're needy

Characters: Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso

CW: Suggestive themes, alluding to sexual activities

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[joesanrio]

Attitude | R.R

Summary: Roman’s already having a problem with LA Knight, so why are you giving him attitude too?

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem!reader || established relationship

Warnings: bratty!reader, Dom!roman, mentions: past fights, use of wrestling name, ignoring, reader needs physical touch, pet names, p-in-v (unprotected), cowgirl!mode, boring!missionary (in joe’s opinion), kissing, begging, etc not edited

Word Count: 651

Ratings: 18+ | Angst, Smut

A/N: I have so many ideas after crown jewel but I take so long to write them you probably won’t want it anymore :/

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“What’s your problem?” Roman complains as he makes his way to you backstage, rolling your eyes at the scuffed up man. His eyes falling from yours to the tight fan merch of his that you got tailored into a crop top, tits filling the shirt perfectly.

“What problem?” You huffed before shrugging as his hand grabs yours quickly, “You have an attitude problem. I just got stomped out and you’re back here huffing and puffing at me.” Roman says before pulling your body into his private locker room.

Eyebrows furrowing as you stared blankly at him, “Now you’re quiet?” His voice deep as he observes your face. “I don’t have an attitude. Now let’s go before I miss-“ “No we aren’t going anywhere until you tell me.” Roman interrupts, large hands wrapped around your waist to prevent you from leaving.

A long sigh leaving your lips, you just wanted to enjoy the show. “I’m just tired… and I don’t like seeing you get beat up.” Lips falling into their natural pout as your eyes avoid his uncertain gaze, his long finger pulling your chin softly to look at him.

“Know what, I’ll deal with you later.” Roman’s voice deep as he whispers the warning into your ear with ease. Smirking at your surprised expression when he hears his name called by some of the producers.

His hand giving you a small tap on the ass before he leaves you in the locker room alone, flustered and tired. The silence becoming overbearing as you quickly leave after him, you needed him. Now.

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“I’m always so proud of you. You always get the crowd to react…but I have a question.” You can’t help but ramble about how exciting tonight was, especially because you got this random boost of energy.

Roman knew it wasn’t random, he knew it was because you were finally able to be within touching distance of him all night. Your love language being physical touch was one of the things he didn’t think he had to worry about until it affected your whole mood.

“Are you still mad at me? Why aren’t you saying anything.” Eyes saddened as you wait for a response, though he continues to keep silence.

Lips pouted out as you watch him, “RoRo?” a soft whisper causing his head to turn towards you immediately.

“I’m pissed.” Is all he says before his large hand comes up to tug at the bottom of your top, “If it makes you feel better, you really turned me on..” You whisper-blurt out as he lets out a airy chuckle.

His hand falling from your shirt to rest on the inside of your thigh, thumb rubbing your soft skin up and down. You could feel the red panties your wearing, soak at his delicate touch. Eyes sultry as you look at him, mouth slightly ajar before leaning onto his shoulder in hopes to control yourself.

The car ride feeling forever, you didn’t want to end on a bad note with him because he was supposed to be going to Saudi Arabia alone tomorrow. “Are you actually going to go alone?” You complain quietly in his ear as his hand lands a soft smack onto your thigh.

[Presidential Suite; 12:01am]

Bouncing up and down his cock, reverse cowgirl, was the best part of your night. Hands down on the bed in front of you, between Roman’s spread out legs. Ass poked out behind you as you work yourself up and down his long, thick cock.

Not worried about the small squeaks of the bed or how Roman’s hands are palming over your hips to pull you down while he thrusts up. “Please! Fuck- Ro… your cock is so big.” A moan escapes your lips while your juices coat his cock perfectly, a white ring forming along him nicely.

“Only if you didn’t have that attitude.” He chuckles as his legs bend to put more force into his thrusts, putting you off rhythm. Short, loud squeals leaving your make-out swollen lips, body wanting to collapse as Roman works his cock amazingly up into you.

“Damn, your ass looks great from this angle.” He teases as his hand goes to push your back down a bit more, ass jiggling in his face without mercy. The arch in your back emphasizes your small waist, hair curly as it bounces down your back.

Almost makes Roman cum right then by just looking at you, but he’s still debating on whether to fuck you all right now and leave you or have you come with him and fuck you in Saudi Arabia.

“Roman… S’good. Please I’m sorry!” Your pretty voice moans as your pussy clenches along his cock that’s fucking you into oblivion.

Roman forgot why you were even apologizing, he’s so out of it. “You are? I don’t know…” He teases before stopping his thrust completely, making you want to scream in frustration.

“Baby! I was so close.” You whined as your hips pull you off his thick cock, now feeling empty and soaked waiting for him to come back. “Hush. I’m just tryna see that pretty fucked out face.” Roman coos as you switch positions to lay in front of him. Tits still concealed in his tailored merch shirt, full and round.

“Fuck! I need to get you more shirts huh? He groans as he enters your sopping pussy, not even paying attention to his question as your back arch’s off the bed.

His hand going under your top to play with your hard nipples, eyes going to meet his as he rocks his hard cock into you slowly.

“I love your cock so much.” You say absentmindedly as you clench around him, his pace picking up at the compliment. “I know you do.” He moans as his hand leaves your breast to play with your clit, eyes closing tightly as your body goes into overload.

The air becoming thick and hot, breathing erratic before you cum onto his cock. Ears ringing as you try to control your breathing, only before Roman’s soft lips captures yours.

Arms wrapped around his shoulder to pull him closer, his arms no longer holding him up as his hands rest into your soft hips.

“Don’t pass out on me, we need to pack.” His voice finally registers in your ear when he pulls away from the kiss.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Nice & Slow (7 O'clock on the dot) | Roman Reigns x Black!Fem OC - SMUT!

Description: Roman decides to take things nice and slow, driving Lilah just as crazy as she's been trying to drive him.

Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, edging, praise, very very faint hints of degradation, toys, petnames (baby girl, princess), honorifics (Daddy, My Tribal Chief), mention of traffic light Safeword system, brating, brat taming, punishments and rewards, begging.

Find my masterlist here, stories that include the pairing of Roman x Lilah are listed under "Jealous" Universe.

Song: Nice & Slow by Usher

Face Claim: Jaylen Barron

MDNI!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

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Lilah had been in rare form really and truly. For some reason she'd woken up in ultra brat mode, her only goal today was to crack Roman, who was weirdly patient and level headed today. Which spelled trouble for her the moment he got her alone.

He went about his day, handling bloodline business. There were plenty of things that needed his attention, being MIA for 4 months had caused things to get pretty chaotic. For this reason Lilah beat him home.

Her phone dinged with a text.

About 30 minutes or so later - Lilah pouted, her body still aching for release after what felt like hours of teasing and keeping her on the brink, bound spread eagle and on display with a vibrator buzzing away on her clit.

"Please, Daddy, I need it," she begged. "I need you to let me cum."

Roman smirked, enjoying the sight of her squirming beneath him. "Not yet, princess," he said, his voice firm. "I want to hear more of those cute little noises you make when you're so desperate for your tribal chief."

"I can't..." Lilah whimpered, her body trembling with need.

"What's your color, baby girl?" He asked.

"Green.." Lilah answered.

"Good Girl," Roman chuckled again, his hand trailing down her body. "You can and you will," he said, his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. "You're such a good girl for me, you can hold out a little longer."

Roman continued to tease her, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh but never quite giving her the release she so desperately craved. "You're so beautiful like this, all needy and desperate," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I could keep you on the edge all night if I wanted to."

Lilah moaned, her body writhing under his touch. "Please, Daddy, I'm begging you," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I need you to make me cum, I can't take it anymore."

Roman's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her. "You're so cute when you beg, princess," he said, his hand moving to cup her chin. "But I want to make you wait a little longer. I want to see just how desperate you can get for me."

"Daddy, fuck.. I'm sorry." Lilah whined.

"Mmm. You wasn't this innocent when you was running that bratty little mouth earlier." Roman said.

Lilah felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words. "I didn't mean to be bratty," she said, her voice small. "I just wanted you so badly."

Roman chuckled, his hand moving to grip her hip. "I know you did, princess," he said, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. "But brats don't get what they want. You need to learn some manners." He teased.

"You think you can get away with tryna tell your tribal chief what to do? Huh? You think you're in charge? is that what you think?" Roman says as he holds the vibrating wand to her clit.

Lilah gasped in pleasure, her body jolting in response to the vibrator Roman had just upped the intensity on. "No, Daddy, I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I won't try to tell you what to do again, I promise, my tribal chief."

Roman smirked, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him. "That's right, princess," he said, increasing the intensity of the vibrations once again to the highest setting this time. "You're mine to do with as I please. And right now, I want to see you beg for mercy."

Lilah nodded frantically, her eyes wide and pleading. "I promise, Daddy, I'll be a good girl," she said, her voice filled with determination. "I'll do whatever you say, I'll obey you, just please let me cum. I need it daddy."

Roman smiled, satisfied with her response. "Good girl," he said, "You've earned your reward."

"Cum for me, princess." he said, his voice low and sultry.

Lilah's body shuddered as she finally reached her climax, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her body arching off the bed as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Roman watched her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's it, princess," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You did so well for me. You're such a good girl when you listen to your tribal chief." He praised.

As Lilah came down from her high, she looked up at Roman with a mix of gratitude, love and exhaustion that could quite frankly only be categorized as subspace. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, her voice soft and breathless. "That was amazing."

Roman leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome, princess," he said, his voice gentle.

Roman lay down next to her, pulling her close to him. "You were so beautiful when you came for me," he said, his hand stroking her hair. "I love seeing you like that, all flushed and satisfied." he smiled.

Lilah snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and content in his arms. "I love you, My tribal chief," she said, her voice soft and sleepy. "You make me feel so good."

Roman smiled, kissing the top of her head. "I love you too, princess," he said, his voice filled with love and affection.

[imaginexwwe]

SPRING BREAK - Roman Reigns

Just a little idea of mines 💡

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IT ONLY TOOK 1 WEEK IN 2015 TO TURN Y|N'S LIFE UP SIDE DOWN

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"Y|N," I heard my name being called by my out of breath bestfriend as she came running back to where I was laid out on my beach towel. "Y|N." She repeated a second time after I had ignored her when she first called out to me.

I groaned silently, taking my shades off. "What, Tori?" I asked, propping myself up slightly on my elbows. "Why are you breathing so I hard?" I again asked, squinting my eyes, partly because of this bright ass Miami sun and partly because of Tori's huffing.

I mean she's breating so hard, you'd think she'd just ran a marathon or something.

Before answering me, Tori grabbed at her half drunked water bottle, taking a long sip, holding up a finger.

"Damn," She said once she had put the water bottle down. "I needed that. Like you don't even know." Tori added, a giggle escaping her lips. "It's hot."

"And you were just running like you stole something." I replied with a giggle of my own. "Or someone was after you."

Tori shook her head. "No, no one was after me," She began explaining, a smirk forming on her face. "But I did meet this guy at the bar and I invited him back to the house tonight."

Is she serious?

We've been in Miami for less than a day and she's already picking up guys at a bar and inviting him to the house.

Correction, my dad and step mom's beach house.

"Can't you just go back to his place or something?" I asked, with a sigh. "I really don't feel like spending my first day or any day of spring break listening to you moaning out some random dude's name. Plus my dad will kill me if they knew I had a guy in the house. You know how strict that man is."

Tori shrugged, looking around at nothing is particular. "Do you see your dad here?"

"No..."

"Me either," Tori said, with a sigh of her own, the only difference between hers and mines, was that hers was more of a happy kind of sigh. "And you won't have to listen to me moaning out," She paused all of a sudden as if she was thinking. "Fuck, I forgot his name." She laughed as she leaned back on her towel. "But whatever, you won't be focused on me and the possibility of me moaning my guy's name because he promised to bring his friend so you'd have a guy who's name you could moan."

I shot a glare over at her. "I'm not fucking some random dude," I gasped out. "He could look like Pennywise for all I know."

"Okay, one," Tori replied, holding up a finger again. "I'm sure he's hot as fuck, cause the guy I invited back is hot as fuck and hot as fuck people tend to run in the same circles." She said making me almost choke on the coke I had just swallowed.

Did she have to say fuck so many times in one sentence?

"And two," Tori spoke up again, after giving me a moment ti calm down from my coughing fit. "If he did look like Pennywise, I won't let him in."

I nodded, leaning back down on my beach towel. "Better not." I playfully threatened, as I slid my shades back on.

"Oh and I'm not saying this will come up," I heard Tori once again speak up. "But if it does..." She did one of her dramatic pauses as her voice slowly trailed off. "Tell him you're twenty one."

The fuck?

"Why?" I gasped out, not getting an answer from Tori. "How old are these guys, Tori?" I immediately questioned again, still not getting an answer. "How old are they?"

"Bitch," Tori laughed, flicking a small amount of sand onto my leg. "Just do it."

I shook my head, brushing the sand off my leg.

I knew this wouldn't just be a relaxing girls week.

The thing I didn't know is how crazy our last week of spring break 2011 would be.

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THAT NIGHT

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"Oh, god," Tori, exclaimed bursting in to my room, as I stood in the mirror. "I am so jealous of your guy."

I bit at the inside of my cheek, overlooking everything about my appearance from my make up, to the dress I was wearing. "Should I have gone with the tight fitted dress instead of the loose one I have on?" I mumbled, not having heard anything she'd just said.

Tori reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from my mirror. "Y|N, you're gorgeous, tight dress or no tight dress." She responded, placing her hands on my shoulders giving me a slight shake. "But did you hear what I said about my guys friend?"

"No..?"

Tori squealed, bouncing slightly as she still had her grip on my shoulders. "The man's so sexy, he'd make you orgasm just by looking at you." She said, causing me to give her a look.

"So did you?"

Tori, furrowed her eyebrows at me, tilting her head. "Did he what?" She questioned.

I huffed. "Did he make you orgasm when he looked at you?" I asked, just barely able to hold my laughter in as I realized how extremely ridiculous Tori's words sounded coming from my mouth.

"Nope," She pouted. "He didn't look at me. But I know what I'm talking about." Tori added, once again grabbing my arm. "C'mon, before you find something else to over analyze."

I sighed, allowing my bestfriend to lead me downstairs and into the area of the house where the guys were at, which I guess you could call it the game room or whatever.

I mean it has a pool table in the center so...

"Guys, this is Y|N," Tori said loudly, getting the two guys attention. "The person who owns this house, so if you fuck something up she'll fuck you up and I'll help." She spoke again, causing me to bite down on my lip in attempt to keep from laughing.

There was no way in hell, my five foot, three inches ass, and Tori's five foot four inches ass was beating these muscular men.

But I guess we'll have to try since Tori's put it out there.

"Y|N," Tori's voice rang in my ears, snapping me from my thoughts. "This is Chaz," She said, continuing her introductions, and even though she said Chaz, her eyes and his reaction seemed to say that she had gotten his name wrong. "And this is Joseph." She added, nudging me, I guess to let me know that was the friend who's here for me.

Damn, I thought.

Tori was not wrong about him.

"You could just call me Joe." Joseph, I mean, Joe said taking a few steps closer to Tori and I, his hand outstretched to me.

"Excuse me," Tori giggled, a bit sarcastically. "He's just Joe."

I nodded, ignoring Tori as I reached out to take Joe's hand. "Y|N." I replied, mentally cursing at myself for saying my name again, after Tori had just announced it literally thirty seconds ago.

"Nice to meet you, Y|N." Joe responded, flashing a bright smile to me.

If his gaze wasn't enough to make a pool down there, his smile definitely would get the job done.

"And I'm Chad." Tori's guy from the bar cleared his throat as I continued to have this weird moment with Joe, my hand still in his. "Not Chaz."

I slowly pulled my hand away from Joe's, about to respond to Chad only to be interrupted by Tori as she turned on some music from her phone.

"Enough with the names." Tori groaned, turning the music up even more than it already was. "Let's do shots!" She shouted bringing over a bottle of Hennessy, placing it down on the pool table to go over and search for shot glasses.

The fuck did that come from?

"Tori," I gasped, the second she came back to the group with the shot glasses and a bottle of coke, I'm guessing to chase the liquor with. "Where did you get this?" I asked, glaring at her as she gave me a look.

"From the bar downstairs." She said through clenched teeth, before forcing out a quick laugh. "Forgot you had it?" She asked, playing off my question with one of her own.

I guess not to bring suspicion to the guys or our age.

She did say to tell them we were twenty one if the question came up.

I forced out a laugh of my own. "Right..." I trailed off. "I guess I forgot I had that considering I'm more of a wine drinker than a Hennessy drinker."

Tori mumbled a barely audible, "mhm..." as she began pouring the brown liquid into the miniature glasses, handing them out to the four of us. "To spring break twenty eleven and to new friends."

Ugh, my dad's gonna kill me whenever he does come back here, and sees his liquor's missing.

But maybe he won't notice.

Maybe.

"To spring break twenty fifteen and new friends." I repeated after Tori, Joe, and Chad, throwing my head back and downing my shot in one gulp.

Fuck that burns, I thought to myself as the brown liquor quickly made it's way down my throat, then almost instantly threatened to come back up.

"Take a sip of this." I heard Joe say, as he reached out to me, passing me a plastic red cup. "It'll help it stay down." He added, a smirk now replacing his smile.

And even though he was smirking, it wasn't a sneaky smirk where I felt worried.

It was more of a proud smirk, I that makes since.

I took the red plastic cup, feeling the coldness from the coke soothing the burn that the Hennessy left behind. "How did you know I needed this?" I asked, just knowing my cheeks were red from embarrassment.

"The look you made was similar to the one I made when I had my first taste of Hennessy." He explained, with a chuckle. "Then I discovered it was easier with a chaser."

I nodded, biting at the inside of my cheek. "But I didn't see you chasing it." I replied, noticing Joe had only poured me a bit of coke, and none for himself. "And you definitely don't look like someone who's fighting to keep it down."

Joe again chuckled. "I'm used to it."

"Oh, well," I said, bringing my hand up to twirl a piece of hair that fell in my face. "Like I said, this isn't my go to."

"I know," Joe replied, coming a little closer, reaching out to tuck the piece of hair I was just twirling behind my ear. "You're more of a wine person."

"Exactly." I whispered, suddenly unable to tear my eyes from his.

•

It was now a little while into the party, the music from Tori's phone was blasting even louder and she had taken Chad up to the room she was staying in while we were here.

I was a couple more shots of Hennessy in and had finally built up enough liquid courage, as they say, to lean in for a kiss from Joe while he stood between my legs as I sat on top of the pool table.

After a few seconds of sloppily making out, I slowly pulled away, breathlessly, giggling at the smeared lipstick I left on him. "I got lipstick on you." I said, running my thumb along his lips trying to wipe as much off as I could.

"I don't care." Joe quickly replied, sticking his tongue out just enough for it to brush against my thumb, before bringing his face down to the my neck, almost immediately finding my sweet spot.

A soft moan escaped from my mouth as I bit down on my lips. "Mmm..." I mumbled, enjoying the feeling of Joe's lips on my neck. "Wanna move over to the couch?" I finally was able to ask, before letting out yet another moan.

Joe pulled away from my neck, lifting me up from my spot on the pool table, and over to the couch and the second he made contact with the leather couch, I pushed him back, allowing myself to be on top.

I leaned down, reconnecting my lips with his, my hair falling around us while our tongues fought for dominance.

His hands slowly traveled up into my dress, stopping at my butt, as he pushed me even closer into him.

It was like my body now had a mind of its own as my hips began to rotate on top of the buldge that was now poking through his jeans.

The feeling of him pressing up against me giving me a sensation I don't think I've ever felt with any of the other guys I've been with in the past.

What is it about this man?

But as fast as the feeling had started, it stopped when I heard my bestfriend's voice getting closer and closer.

"I promise I wasn't squinting at your dick, Chaz," I heard her say, as I glanced down at the man underneath me. "It was something in my eye, that's all." Tori spoke again, her voice and footsteps now sounding like they were right outside the room Joe and I were I'm.

A loud scoff was heard, followed by Joe's friend's voice. "Oh, something just so happened to irritate your eyes the second I took my boxers off, Tori?"

Feeling a laugh coming, I immediately clasped my hand over my mouth.

"It was a coincidence." Tori replied.

"Joe..?" Chad could be heard calling out, seemingly ignoring Tori's previous statement. "Joe?" I heard him call again, before eventually coming into the room where Joe and I were. Tori following closely behind. "Ready to go?"

Joe shook his head, a frown forming on his face as he looked from his friend to me. "Do I look ready to go?" He sarcastically asked, motioning to me as I sat comfortably on his lap.

"But dude, you drove." Chad mumbled, awkwardly standing in the doorway, eventually letting out a sigh when he realized Joe had zero intention in leaving right now. "Fine, I'll just walk." He said, turning around, almost bumping into Tori as she made her way into the room. "And for the last time, my name's Chad not Chaz." He told her before disappearing out the room, and eventually out the beach house.

"Whatever," Tori said smirking as she walked over to the couch me and Joe was currently occupying. "Looks like it's just the three of us." She added, squeezing in the narrow space that was left on the couch.

I pouted, leaning my head down to reat on Joe's chest for a second before bringing it back up, glaring at my bestfriend. "Seriously Tori?"

"What?" She asked back, pretending to be clueless as to why I was quickly becoming frustrated with her.

I rolled my eyes, looking down at Joe.

Lust was very much evident in his eyes, as I'm sure it was in mines.

Was I really gonna let her ruin the mood between me and him?

Fuck no, I mentally answered myself before I quickly stood up, extending a hand to Joe as he looked slightly confused.

"Let's go upstairs to my room." I said, quickly pecking his lips.

The taller and much bigger man nodded silently as he held onto my hand and allowed me to lead him upstairs.

I don't know what had gotten into me.

Maybe it was the few shots of Hennessy.

Maybe it was the sexy stranger I'd come to know as Joe.

Or maybe both.

But whatever it was, I knew I wasn't ready for the night to end.

Not yet, anyway.

"Don't forget to use a condom!" Tori yelled put as we made our way up the stairs.

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PART 2

[lovingthereign25]

Happy Valentine's Day!❤️🥰

Enjoy some of my favorite pictures of our Tribal Daddy! 🥵🥴🤤

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ roman reigns

˚⋅ roman and you have to grade papers (lol)

˚⋅ contains black female reader, eight hundred seventy five words, lowercase intended, size kink, spanking, dirty talk, crying, degradation, semi rough, praise, age gap, teachers, cunnilingus, insertion, squirting, school?, the roman reigns.minors don’t interact

its customary to bring your favorite teacher an apple. knowledge, appreciation, and certainly wisdom all dates back to the symbolic history behind it. but for mr. anoa’i it was an opportunity to glance at his favorite girl.

technically you weren’t his not by a long shot . in his perverted mind you were bent over the wooden table exposed to his slender fingers toying with your clit.

in his mind you were gagging on his length brown eyes eager to please the man in front of you as spit trailed down his thighs. in his mind they were delusions…in your world it would never happen.

joe has a history. everyone does but you’ll never be that girl, a women who throws herself at the samoan beauty for pleasure. and certainly he was beautiful, hand crafted from the gods themselves.

thick black locks slicked into a messy bun, salt and pepper facial hair trimmed deliciously and freckles kissing his honey skin. you could melt in fact you’ve been harboring a crush on the older man for a year.

opposed to his charm, a firm “no” escaping your lips anytime he offers you dinner. never agreeing to the school’s homecoming or lunch in the cafeteria. he’s tired of the game but you’re satisfied with your determination. elated to avoid confrontation with the women jumping at a chance with joe.

so routinely you take your apple biting into the red juicy crisp and chewing slowly. noting his eyes that are fixated on your mouth appreciating how neat you are. like clockwork you carefully wipe the corners of your mouth earning a chuckle from the tall man.

you know he’s about to say something, keeping his grin as the tension in the room thickens. stepping closer to close the gap between you and the apple. making you gulp his size setting your kink ablaze.

“I’m curious if you have any spare time, would you be open to grading papers with me?” Joe questions prepared for your favorite word to leave your pretty lips. to your dismay and his relief it never comes you’re amused never familiar with actual work being his idea.

knowingly needing this period to grade some tests of your own you accept. you ponder what could go wrong he is your only “friend” and nonetheless it’s work.

so naive. so fucking naive.

for one what are you wearing. a beige sundress with white sandals meticulously matching your french tips. clearly you didn’t only want to grade papers. joe shouldn’t believe that you wanted to grade papers.

so here you are sundress around your midriff and lack of underwear exposing your cunt to Joe’s tongue. with no protest he adds. not that you’re complaining.

“taste so good.” he huffs sucking your clit and entering his digits inside your wetness. he’s adding another finger amazed how many he can fit.

three’s his lucky number, each coated in nectar from your pussy spreading your legs to rest your feet on his shoulders as you cry out. he’s lapping at your folds, honored with the privilege of making you feel good “so naughty you wanted daddy this whole time.” it’s true you know it’s damn true.

he’s enamored with your pussy licking another stripe up your clit for good measure. relishing in the tight, warm grip your cunt has on his fingers controlling your orgasm.

he’s joe and importantly selfish smirking as he withdraws his fingers sucking those same digits into his mouth greedily. you’re dejected tone laced in disappointment while crying from your failed orgasm.

you squirm while your ass is on fire. you weren’t prepared for his soft hands methodically caressing each cheek before spanking your ample backside. large hands swatting both cheeks only stopping to pull at the bruises.

you wouldn’t be able to sit for weeks and it’s all your fault. payback for ignoring his advances, for the mind games you’ve played all year, for not submitting to him sooner.

swiftly you’re bouncing on his dick steading your hands on his chest as your clit brushes against his belt buckle not being bothered to remove the garment. It’s euphoric the entire neighborhood knowing his name and learning of the dirty deed taking place.

gratefully his free hand wraps around your neck pressing ever so slightly that you lose your breathe somehow managing a whimper as his lips wrap around your perk nipples. so beautiful. he knew you were always beautiful.

“who told you to stop? keep going girl.” he commands bucking his hips to meet your ass with each bounce. a knot forming in your stomach as you’re near nothing stopping you from crossing the line.

“such a fucking whore.” he seethes eyebrows knitted in concentration as you release. squirting for the first time your liquid onto his couch. needing to snuggling against him as trembles, stutters and sobs of relief bring you back to reality.

he’ll have to punish you for that. and he does fucking with dominance and assuring he’s not done. he’ll never be done with you. the image of you being slutted out now burned forever in memory. the desire to have you every waking moment will be to much to bare.

he’ll have to find more papers to grade.

[trippinsorrows]

give me a reason + masterlist

Summary:

Mari is music’s sweetheart. With a bubbly, kind, relatable personality and a voice that’s been likened to Mariah and Whitney, she’s topped the charts and smashed records ever since stepping foot on the scene.

Roman Reigns is the face of WWE. Sitting at the Head of the Table and holding the title of Tribal Chief, he’s elevated the company to levels unseen with two billion dollar years under his championship belt.

These two sit together at the top of the mountain of relevancy, joined by fame, reputation, and the wedding rings on their fingers. American Entertainment’s Power Couple, as many have dubbed them. 

Looks, however, can be very deceiving, and smiles can hide years of pain and fractures. Because in the midst of chasing their individual dreams, both Mari and Roman, real names Mariella and Joe, lost something precious in the process. 

Each other.

But when a single night brings about an unexpected tragic turn of events, the potential for a new story is created. One that bridges the past with the present, pain with healing, and separation with redemption.

warnings: angst, fluff, smut, suggestive themes, heavier topics in future chapters (appropriate warnings to be added with chapter cw/tw's)

song inspo: just give me a reason by p!nk and nate ruess

pairing: roman reigns (joe anoa'i) x black!oc

chapters: chapter one + chapter two + chapter three

[anonair]

𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲- 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT! VERY SEXUAL! 18+

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You're a professional wrestler, along with your boyfriend Roman. When Roman makes a statement about a certain position, you decided to prove to him that you could do more than just missionary every single night.

Gif Credit @/romanreigns

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

NOT PROOFREAD

Pillow Princess: When you prefer receiving more than giving. (Word derived from the LGBTQ+ community so I hope I’m not destroying the term by using it in a straight imagine.)

You and Roman hadn’t had a moment to talk about what just happened on live tv. Of course, he plays a character, but you know there’s always some truth that lies within his jokes. Missionary every night? He never seemed to be tired of it. You rolled your eyes at the thought of his joke being on the screens and replaying on the phones for thousands of people to see. You were a wrestler yourself and now its become the butt of the joke in the locker room. Everyone thinks you only do the missionary position for sex! Its embarrassing!

Your thoughts got cut off by the sound of the tour bus door opening. You didn’t realize what look you had on your face; you were completely consumed in your thoughts. “Why the look on your face?” Roman asked, walking closer to where you sat and pressing a kiss against your forehead. You snapped yourself out of it. You weren’t really mad, just annoyed that everyone perceived you as ‘lazy’ in the bedroom. “MISSIONARY EVERY NIGHT?” You bursted out, playfully hitting roman with one of the pillows that had lied across from you on the couch.

Roman couldn’t hold back his laughter, immediately laughing. You didn’t know if you were annoyed anymore or if it was just funny to you, but something in you wanted to prove to him that you weren’t just a ‘pillow princess’. You furrowed your brow, crossing your arms. “I’m serioussss” You said in a whining tone. “Everyone thinks I’m a pillow princess now!” You pouted out your lips, still having to look up at roman who leaned against the counters across from you in the tour bus. “Oh stop. For all they know it wasn’t even about you.” He cooed, but then his laughter followed and ruined his consoling tone. You just now started thinking about the guys side of the locker rooms. You haven’t been out in the halls enough to be even seeing any of the guys. Too busy practicing your matches with your tag team partner to even remember that there are men who are probably laughing and agreeing with Roman. “Hey, women can have fun and feel good in other positions.” You raised your brows, standing up and walking closer to him. You stood on the tip of your toes to almost be as tall as him (still no where close). You Moved your hand to his crotch, lightly gripping his soft cock. “I could prove it to you.” You said, seductively walking away into the bedroom.

You could see the confused, yet allured look on his face. “You’ll show me?” He asked, knowing what he was getting himself into. He followed you into the room, where you had already begun to undress into your underwear. Neither you or Roman had any matches today so you both weren’t sweaty. In fact, he was looking fine in his white shirt. The shirt read ‘Head of The Table’ which was ironic because you were about to show him who had control. You walked over to him, pushing his body onto the bed. You quickly climbed on top, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You wanted to tease him, show him exactly what you could do, but not right away. While you were going to please him by changing positions and not just doing ‘missionary’ you also wanted to make sure you maintained dominance and that you got just the same amount of pleasure.

You trailed the soft kisses away from his lips and onto his neck, one hand snaking up from behind him and pulling his hair out from the bun it was in. You threw the hair tie, his hair dropping to his shoulders. You got a good grip on it, tugging his head back a bit. Not enough to hurt him, but just enough to assert your dominance. You kissed all over his neck until you found his sweet spot, your kisses growing wetter and sloppier when you found it. A small groan escaped past his lips as you did this, causing you to start sucking on it. You sucked until he released another moan. You could feel his hands wrap around your waist, one of his hands hooking around the hem of your underwear. He played with it, a clear sign he was already to go. You denied his offering to undress you, releasing your grip from his hair and pulling back from his neck to reveal a red-purple spot on his neck. You smirked, moving your hands down to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You flung that too, “Head of the table? Doesn’t seem like it right now.” You teased, bringing one hand down to his hardening cock. For a second, you could see his dominance being tested. He tugged your underwear harder, “No, you have to wait.” You moved his hands from off of your waist. You stood up, signaling for roman to move closer to the edge of the bed. He obliged, showing how desperate he was for you already, You dropped to your knees, bringing your hands up and tugging on his pants. “You want them off?” Roman asked, a slick smirk appearing upon his face. This was when you knew it was going to be harder to assert your dominance. “Are you questioning me? I want them off.” You said, strongly. You didn’t want to beg, but you knew that was what it was going to come down to.

Roman laughed, “Come take them off.” He argued, but you knew he wanted it just as badly as you did. He stood up, the lighting from the tour bus gracing his chiseled body and making it look irresistible. You pulled his pants, along with his underwear, down to his ankles. The sound of his hard cock smacking his stomach was like sweet music to your ears. Roman finished the rest, sliding off his sneakers and unhooking the pants and underwear from his ankles. You looked up, licking your lips and wrapping one of your hands around his cock. The size of his cock looked huge in your head, only making you grow more wet in anticipation for when it would be in you. You pushed those thoughts out of your head, you wanted to gain control again. You brought your tongue to his tip, swirling it around and teasing him. He watched, his eyes practically begging for you to suck and take it all in. You didn’t give in. As sweet as he tasted, he deserved to know you could change things up. You pressed little kisses up and down his length. “Do you like this, daddy?” You asked, acting as if you were giving into his desires. “I want to see my cock deep down your throat, princess.” He moaned, not realizing he just fell into your trap. You took the whole tip into your mouth, sucking and then pulling away. The popping noise it made was loud, making you look up and bite your lip. “Beg.” You said, standing back up. “You want my pretty mouth wrapped around your cock? Beg for it.” You said, leaning in and pressing kisses around his chest. Your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it to make up for the time you wouldn’t be sucking. “I need your mouth.” He moaned. “What was that?” You replied. Teasing him was turning you on. To know the intense desire he was feeling for you was only making you want him just as much- if not more. “Please, baby.” He groaned. You obeyed, dropping to your knees and taking his whole cock into your mouth. You felt his big hands get a grip on your hair, using his hands to push himself deeper and deeper in your mouth. You could feel yourself soaking through your underwear at this point. His cock twitched and he pulled out. He was close, but that means he was enjoying this.

You stood up, pushing him right back onto the bed. You started to undress yourself. He watched, stroking his cock while he waited. You moaned at the sight of him. You straddled him once more, but this time it was to ride him, not just tease him. You gripped onto his cock gently, bringing it close to your wet entrance. You slid only the tip in, trying to tease him, but failing. Roman bucked his hips up, making him thrust into you fast and hard. Without realizing it, you let out a loud moan. You didn’t want him to think he was in control again. You put your hands on his chest, adjusting yourself before moving up and down on his cock. As you were bouncing, you twirled your hips. “Fuck, Y/N. You were prepared for this, huh?” Roman asked. Little did he know, he was right. You fantasized about this moment previously, but it was only now being put into action by his choice of words on live tv. You slowed the pace down, only taking half of him in while you moved around on his cock. You could feel your thighs burn, but it only made you’re motivated to keep going- just like when working out. You let out little moans, giving roman lustful eyes as you rode him. You squeezed your walls tighter around him as you moved slowly, causing him to let out a loud moan. Without realizing it, you started picking up your pace. You moaned louder as roman stroked into you. “What a pretty girl you are wrapped around me” He moaned out. You were close to your high, but refused to say anything until he did. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, a sign of him losing control. “Cum in me, daddy.” You moaned out.

Seconds later, almost as if on cue, he shot his warm juices into you. You moaned out, as you came after. You both rode out your highs, feeling your heart race as you did so. You got off of roman, making sure to be gentle. You let out a sigh of relief, you finally proved to him you could do way more than just missionary. “Damn, baby girl. Missionary is out the window if you keep doing shit like this.” He chuckled, making you blush. Don’t get It wrong, you loved missionary, just hated that roman made it seem like it was the only thing you could do. You stood up, your legs trembling from the wild ride you just had. “I told you I could do more than just missionary.” You winked.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Roman Reigns SMAU Headcannons

Characters: Roman Reigns

CW: Dumb-Assery, Suggestive themes, Fluff

🏷️ tags :) @hunnidmilly @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2 @murrylove @sassginaswanmills @pixiedust4000 @shes2real @pittieprincess22 @wrestlingprincess80 @msbigredmachine @sayyestoheav3nn @trippinsorrows @mzv11 @saintmagx

[joesanrio]

His favorite | R.R

Summary: Joe can’t help it, you’re his favorite thing in the whole world.

Pairings: Roman Reigns {Joe Anoa’i} x black!reader || established relationship

Warnings: pet names, mentions stealing, bratty!reader, criminal!Joe, oral (fem. rec), p-in-v (unprotected), dirty talk, Dom!Joe, Sub!reader, not edited

Word count: 613

Ratings: Fluff, Smut | 18+

A/N: I’ve been so busy, so I’m sorry for the wait 🙏🏾 also, look how fluffy his hair is- I CANT

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His favorite girl. His only girl.

“Oh, Baby look! Please, it’s so cute! I want it.” Your plump lips pout as you hold up the bunny, Joe can’t help but smile while watching you coo at the small animal. Eyes big with care as you hold the bunny near your body to keep it warm, “It’s cute, but I don’t think you can take care of it.” He tries to reason as your face contorts into sadness at his disapproval.

A small huff leaving his lips as you walk away from him in frustration. “Princess. You can’t have a bunny. So cut it out.” He follows behind you closely causing your heart rate to spike up, you don’t like being chased. “Please! She can entertain me when you’re gone.” A soft whine leaving your lips as you stop by the bunny’s enclosure, Joe loving the way you beg.

“How about this, if you can be good for a whole week… I’ll get you a bunny. Yeah?” He negotiates as you keep looking away from him because you’re too focused on the delicate animal in front of you.

“Look at me.” Joe getting aggravated at the lost attention, your soft eyes immediately meeting his. “Really? That’s easy because I’m always good.” Joe eyebrows pique in amusement, your head nodding eagerly.

Good is an overstatement coming from you, you’re the brattiest girl he’s ever met. But Joe loves it; the way your juicy lips pout, perfect eyebrows contort in frustration, nose sometimes scrunching in disapproval.

How your words are laced with sass whenever you speak as you can’t help it. He loves every bit of it, because he can always fuck that brattiness right out of you.

“Okay, let’s start now then. Put the bunny down and lets go.” Joe’s voice is stern as you kiss the bunny’s head before placing it back in the pen. “You promise.” Holding up your manicured pinky to his huge one, pinkies locking making you squeal in excitement.

His hand going to hold your soft hand as he guides you out the store, “I want to go home.” A quick yawn escaping your mouth as you enter the parking lot.

Joe nodding while you follow him to the car, your lips curve themselves into a smile as your eyes scan over the beautiful man in front of you.

[House; 7:26pm]

“When did you buy that?” Voice delicate as he pulls stuff out of the bags and sorts them into a pile. “Baby… I didn’t.” He chuckles as your eyes widen in horror, “What! I thought you said you’ll stop doing that.” Complaining at the man who’s amused by you.

Rolling his eyes, his finger goes to shush you as a loud huff leaves your mouth. “Please stop doing that. I don’t like it- what if you get caught?” Concern written all over your beautiful face, it makes Joe feel guilty to see you like that.

“I won’t. Trust me doll.” His pet names for you rolling off his tongue effortlessly. A little hum is all you respond with, Joe continuing his task of sorting out your new clothes. “Do we have ice cream?” You randomly blurt as you hop off the bed, ass round as you make your way to the kitchen.

Your body is never unnoticed by Joe, he sees everything. Touches everything. Kisses everything. If he could touch and please you all day long, he would without a second thought. The only thing stopping him is work and how you cry after about the 5th round because it’s too much for you to handle.

“Joseph! Can you come here!” Your voice booms through the house, immediately dropping what he’s doing to come to you. Heading down the stairs he hears a groan of impatience, “Hush. I didn’t even take that long.” Joe’s eyes peering into yours as he enters the kitchen.

A small whimper leaving your lips as his body is now pressed against yours. Huge hands resting on your waist, head peering over your shoulder, dick hard and twitching against your ass. “Want to share?” His voice whispering into your ear deliciously, nodding without hesitation before taking the spoon to scoop him some.

His large hand moving to grab your hand gently, before guiding the scoop to your mouth instead. He tries to hold in the smile he gets from seeing your pretty face pout in confusion, not refusing the ice cream though. “Good girl.” Joe’s voice deep in your ear before he lifts your chin to the side to pull you in for a kiss.

A small chuckle leaves from his throat as your so eager to kiss him back. A quiet moan coming from you as his hands tighten on your waist, Joe smiling at the taste of the ice cream. The spoon that was once in your hand, now falling onto the counter. Turning around to face him, lips never separating.

“So pretty. Up.” Joe instructs as he lifts you onto the counter, hands wrapped around his huge shoulders to pull him closer. “We can’t fuck in the kitchen.” Your now swollen lips complain as Joe rolls his eyes, before carrying you back to the room.

Squealing as he drops you down onto the bed, before crawling onto top of you. Taking a second to absorb your beauty before going down to kiss your thighs.

“You think you’ll make it?” Joe whispers against the golden skin, not expecting an answer as your head tilts back onto the pillow behind you.

Skin soft against his large hands, Joe’s pink lips kissing delicately against the inside of your legs. Trying to hold it together as his finger hooks at the hem of your shirt to pull it up enough to see the dainty panties your wearing. A forming a wet spot right in the middle.

“I know you had the hots for me but damn.” Joe chuckles as you whine at his tease, “Shut up- oh.” Your insult cut short as his long finger rubs your folds through the panties.

The material giving just enough barrier that you won’t cum right away, peeking down to see what he’s doing before his tongue licks against the wet patch. “I can taste you right through these little flimsy panties.” His breath hot against your pussy.

His fingers pulling your panties to the side, your folds glistening in the dim light of the room. Soft moans falling from your lips as his wet tongue lick and suck onto your clit, “More. Please- Shit.” You beg as he enter his finger into your tight hole. A small smirk plays onto his lips as his finger reaches your g-spot with ease, back arching off the bed.

“So good! So- yes.” Your mouth sputters out as his lips goes back to your clit, hands going to grab at his hair. Pulling softly as Joe lets a groan out against the lips of your pussy, eyes shutting roughly as he adds another finger before pumping in and out.

Room filled with the sounds of your pussy squelching around his thick fingers and your soft moans, stomach tightening as your heels dig into his lower back. “Cum for me baby. I know you want too.” Joe eggs you on as your body lets go almost immediately onto his hand.

“You taste so sweet, fuck.” Joe mumbles as he continues to devour your pussy through your orgasm. You can barely think as you try to regulate your breathing, hands trying push his head away from overstimulation. “Don’t fight, just take it baby.” He voice vibrating against your folds.

Joe finally pulling away from you, positioning his body over yours. Hands going to grab your face to pull you into a kiss, your cum still glistening against his lips. The taste sweet as he rolls his hips into your wet pussy, his pants now having a damp spot on the front.

“I want it, Joe.” You whisper against his lips, a smile forming on his lips as he pulls away. “Want what?” He teases before pulling out his thick cock, tip dripping with precum. “Your dick.” A wave of insecurity washing over you as your words are so blunt. “Straightforward, aren’t we?” His tip rubbing between your soaked folds.

“I trained you so well.” He coos before grabbing your face roughly, squeezing your face together until your lips are puckered out. His lips pecking yours to distract you from the stretch of his cock as he enters, a loud moan erupting from your throat.

Your pussy practically sucking him in, body’s fitting like puzzle pieces as he begins to thrust softly. “S’big- fuck Joe.” You moan loudly as your body goes into overdrive and you grab onto his biceps.

His groans heavenly in your ear as he pounds down into you, “Sorry baby. Your pussy is just suckin me in.” He moans as the slapping sound of his cock into you is now echoing off the walls. Joe kissing your neck, sucking small hickies behind your ear.

His breath fans against your soft spot before he licks on it gently, pampering it with kisses as he drills into you. “I’m gonna cum- I want to cum!” You squeal as your pussy clenches around Joe’s throbbing cock, “Cum onto me doll- shit! I’m about to fill you up.” His head snaps up as he holds eye contact with you.

Joe’s cum filling you to the brim, Pussy fluttering around him as he continues to fuck his load into you. “Oh- I love you.” Your plumped lips say tiredly before pulling him into a kiss, his lips tugging up into a smile.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Welcome Back, OTC. (I'll make love to you) | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC. SMUT. 18+!! MDNI!

Description: Roman is full of surprises at the biggest party of the summer. Lilah is eager to welcome him back.

Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, teasing, spanking/mention of spanking, praise/rewards ("good girl "), honorifics ("Daddy", "My tribal chief"), Nipple play, Petnames (Princess, babygirl, little brat?), vaginal sex, mild brating/brat taming and begging.

Face claim: Jaylen Barron.

Song: I'll make love to you by Boys ll Men

You can find more of my work here.

Stories that feature Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35, There goes my baby, Nonsense, and Worst to me.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

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Lilah sat backstage, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend Roman Reigns to return from the ring. She had no idea ahead of time that he was going to show up and go all 'Wreck everyone and leave' on his little cousin. She was honestly in disbelief. Truth be told it was probably for the best. Lilah couldn't hold water. If she caught glimpse of a birthday gift Roman had gotten for one of his cousins, it was within hours that she'd spill the beans. it's just who she was, surprises were not her forte.

She had been backstage removing her makeup and what-not after her own match, completely in the dark as to what Roman had up his sleeve when she heard the arena erupted in cheers and Lilah's heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound all too well - Roman's wrestlemania 40 theme.

Lilah rushed to the monitor, eager to see her beloved boyfriend. She watched in disbelief as Roman practically flew into the ring and superman punched Solo, giving him no time to recover before hitting him with a spear as 50k+ people roared thunderously in support of him.

After the match, Roman made his way backstage.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" she asked, her voice neutral.

Roman smiled almost sheepishly. "I wanted it to be a surprise," he said.

Lilah was both angry and relieved. She was angry that Roman had kept her in the dark, but relieved that he was back. In the direct aftermath of wrestlemania 40 the two of them had gone on vacation together, had some island time and just took some time to reconnect, though after the first month Lilah made her return to WWE whereas Roman had not been seen since April. It was now August. Four months later. To the fans it had felt like an eternity. It had for Lilah too really. Being on the road without him felt incredibly weird. Especially now that she wasn't traveling with the bloodline.

With Jimmy and Paul both out with injuries after getting attacked by the new members Solo had brought into the bloodline. Jacob, Tama and Tanga had all been recruited post wrestlemania season when Solo decided that he wanted to play pretend, he had convinced himself that he was the tribal chief and Lilah didn't want any part of it. So she was more than willing to travel by herself, though she did sometimes ride with Trin, Bianca and Jade.

She'd kept Roman in the loop the entire time, constantly filling him in on the shit talking Solo was doing, down to him having the audacity to wear the ula fala. Roman was eerily calm each time, he just reassured her that things would be fine. Just do her own thing, keep her distance from Solo and the others and that he would be back when the time was right.

It seemed that the time was right at Summerslam. "OTC?" Lilah questioned.

"Original tribal chief." Roman responded, a smirk on his face. Lilah couldn't help but chuckle. She loved when he got petty.

As they entered Roman's locker room, Roman pulled Lilah into a tight embrace.

A petty Roman Reigns was a dangerous Roman Reigns. A sexy Roman Reigns. Not that he wasn't always mouth wateringly fuckable, but this attitude... yeah it was doing something for her.

"I missed you," he whispered.

Lilah melted into his arms, all thoughts of anger and surprise fading away. She had missed him too, more than she could put into words.

"I have another surprise for you." Roman said flirtatiously.

Lilah's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Roman smiled slyly. "I can't tell you yet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I promise, you'll love it."

Lilah couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation. She had always loved the way Roman kept her on her toes.

"When can I find out?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Roman leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Soon," he whispered. "Very soon."

Lilah's heart was racing now. She couldn't wait to find out what Roman had in store for her.

"But I want to know now," she said, pouting playfully.

Roman chuckled. "Nope," he said, giving her a playful swat on the ass. "I'm afraid you'll just have to wait."

Lilah huffed in mock frustration. "You're no fun," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Roman chuckled and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Lilah's annoyance quickly faded as Roman's lips met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman was grinning. "See?" he said. "I can be fun."

Lilah rolled her eyes, but she was secretly thrilled. "I suppose you're not completely hopeless," she teased.

Roman pretended to be offended. "Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me, babygirl."

"You think you can get away with talking to your tribal chief like that? Rolling your eyes at me?" He continued in a playful stern tone, "You want me to spank you, Babygirl?"

Lilah laughed. "You'll live," she said.

Roman chuckled taking a seat and pulled Lilah into his lap. "You're so feisty," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I love it."

Lilah grinned and snuggled closer to him. "You love me," she said, nuzzling his neck.

Roman smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That I do," he said. "That I do."

They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Lilah was still curious about Roman's surprise, but she knew better than to push him... She still did it anyway though.

Roman chuckled again, sensing Lilah's eagerness. "You're really not going to let this go, are you, little brat?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly dominant tone.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his voice. "No," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to know what you have planned."

Roman smirked and tightened his grip on her waist. "You're going to have to be a good girl and wait," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And if you're really good, I might just give you a reward."

Lilah's heart skipped a beat. "I can be good, My tribal chief." she said, her voice breathy.

Roman chuckled and ran a hand up her thigh. "I know you can," he said, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Before long they were back in the luxury hotel suite Roman had booked for them, it was dimly light with rose petals all around and led candles flickering. There was champagne and strawberries. The room itself smelled faintly of lavender which he knew was one of her favorite scents. Soft r&b music, mostly from the 90s played from the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.

Lilah's eyes widened as she took in the romantic atmosphere. "You did all this for me?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Roman smiled and pulled her closer. "Of course I did," he said. "You deserve the best."

He led her over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. "Now, it's time for your reward," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lilah's heart racing with anticipation. She felt Roman's hands on her body, tracing a path of fire over her skin. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her collarbone.

Roman's hands moved lower, slipping under her shirt and tracing the curve of her hips. He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. Lilah arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And all mine."

Roman began to kiss his way down her body. He removed both her shirt and her bra then tossed it aside,"You were such a good girl. So patient and loyal while daddy was away." He said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Lilah moaned louder, her body writhing under his touch. "Roman, please," she begged. "I need you, My tribal chief."

Lilah's body was on fire with desire. She could feel Roman's hands everywhere, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Roman groaned, his own desire evident. "You're so eager, princess." he said, his voice thick with lust.

Roman continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. Lilah was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations he was creating.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. Lilah opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion, "Daddy..." she whined at his teasing.

Roman's eyes darkened with lust at the sound of her voice. "Yes, princess?" he said, his voice low and commanding.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his nickname for her. "just fuck me already," she whispered. "I want you so badly, my tribal chief, please fuck me."

Roman growled, his control slipping. "You're playing with fire, babygirl," he said as he began to pull down her shorts followed by her black lace panties.

Lilah moaned again, arching her back as he exposed her skin to the cool air. "I don't care," she said. "I need you, daddy."

Roman's hands moved slowly, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. Roman smirked, enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Is someone feeling a little needy?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement and his signature cockiness.

Liliah whimpered, her body aching for his touch. "Please," she begged. "Please fuck me, daddy."

Roman chuckled, loving the way she begged. "Well since you asked so nicely..." he said before shedding his own clothes.

Roman's hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. "Mm go ahead, babygirl, acknowledge me." he growled, before thrusting into her.

Lilah cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move. "Oh fuck! I acknowledge you, Daddy." she moaned.

Roman continued to thrust into her, his movements rough and possessive. "That's right, babygirl," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it."

Liliah moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours. Only yours." she said.

Roman's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "You're so tight, babygirl," he groaned. "You feel so good around me."

Liliah could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with pleasure. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close," she whimpered.

Liliah's body shuddered as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. "Daddy!" she cried out, clinging to him tightly.

Roman leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come undone around me."

Roman continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm before finally finding his own release. He groaned her name as he came, collapsing on top of her.

Liliah wrapped her arms around him, panting and spent. "Welcome back, OTC..." she said, her voice hoarse.

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[vintagereigns]

“It’s just nice to finally see you smiling...”

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing, dirty talk-ish, etc. 

Word Count: 2,158

Requested: Yes. From Wattpad. 

Note: First of all, I just want to say that this is not a slam to Joe/Roman’s wife. I simply just couldn’t find a good name to fill in and I didn’t want to say Joe’s girlfriend/his girlfriend throughout the entirety of the story. Thank you guys so much for continuously reading my sh*tty writing. I hope all of you are staying safe and healthy and clean. Slightly edited. Please excuse any errors. 

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As the sun begins to lower behind the mountains in the distance, Joe and Aaliyah try to outrun the rain. They bend their heads down and Aaliyah places the hood of her jacket over her head, yet the downpour doesn’t ease. Puddles were already forming in the dense spots of Joe’s yard and the rocky pathway to his porch was slippery, but the two made it safely into the house. 

“I’m gonna go get us a change of clothes,” Joe said while placing his keys into the bowl that sat in the middle of the table beside the front door. “Galina should have something for you to change into. I’ll be right back.” 

And with that, Joe stepped through the rooms of his house with ease while leaving a thin trail of water behind him. Aaliyah walked through the living room and into the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator door. She grabbed one of the cold water bottles from the shelf and closed the fridge before stepping near the counter. Before she could even swallow what was in her mouth, Joe’s voice boomed through the house so loud that it made Aaliyah jump, knocking some of the liquid from the bottle out onto the countertop. 

“I can’t fucking believe this!” Joe yelled. Aaliyah knew it was Joe’s business and not hers yet she couldn’t stop herself from investigating. Coming to the main bedroom where Joe and Galina slept, the door was wide open and a man that Aaliyah didn’t know rushed past her.

“Joe- listen to me- stop, please!” Galina yelled. Aaliyah peeked her head through the door to find Galina chasing Joe around the room as he quickly packed a couple of bags. “Joe-”

“No, Galina. I’ve heard your excuses for too long and they’re all bullshit. Again. You do this to me again. After time and time again you promised you’d change. ...Why am I not enough for you?” Joe asked, his eyes burning with pathetic tears. 

“This has nothing to do with your worth. I just-”

“What, Galina? You just what?” 

Galina didn’t say anything. Instead, she lifted her head to find Aaliyah eavesdropping in on her and Joe’s problems.

“Of course you’re here,” Galina scoffed. “Don’t you have your own life to live? Or is inviting yourself into other peoples’ problems a hobby of yours? This is none of your business, so leave.”

“You know what? You’re right. It is none of my business what goes on in other people's’ lives. But it becomes my business when Joe calls me at two in the morning crying because his girlfriend constantly makes him feel like shit. Check yourself before you come and attack other peoples’ actions,” Aaliyah spits, her eyes narrowing at Galina. “You can stay with me until you figure out what you’re doing, Joe.”

“Thank-”

“Hell no,” Galina yells, interrupting Joe. “You are not going with her-”

“And who’s gonna stop me? You? Because as far as I’m concerned, Galina, we’re done. You don’t tell me what to do anymore,” Joe says and zips up his suitcase. 

“Joe if you walk out that door with her, don’t bother coming back,” Galina threatens. 

“I’ll be back to pick up the rest of my stuff. Don’t worry, I still have a key.” 

Aaliyah helps Joe grab a few more things before they walk outside to his car. Loading up the trunk, Joe turns to Aaliyah. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, big dog. It’s what best friends are for,” Aaliyah smiles and pokes his chest. Joe smiles and closes the trunk. They walk around and climb into the car, only to buckle up and drive off toward Aaliyah’s apartment. 

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When they arrived at Aaliyah’s apartment after picking up some food, Joe immediately made himself at home. Aaliyah told him that he’d be staying in the guest room that he always sleeps in when he stays over. While Joe went and unpacked, Aaliyah served out their plates piled with several Chinese dishes and grabbed two ice-cold beers from her fridge. She set everything out on the coffee table in the living room and turned the tv on. And when Joe returned, they agreed on a show to watch while eating before digging into their food. 

In the midst of the episode, Joe grabs the remote and hits the pause button. They were long done with their meals yet they both got hooked on the show and decided to watch a few more episodes before going downstairs to the gym.

 Joe turns toward Aaliyah and opens his mouth to say something. “...Do you ever want to tell someone something… yet you don’t know how to say it or how it’ll affect your relationship with that person?” Joe asked. 

“I know what that feels like, yes,” Aaliyah answers. What was making him think of this, she thought. Her stomach tightened with the idea of Galina telling Joe something or one of Aaliyah’s friends going behind her back to say something to Joe. They couldn’t have… right? She hoped. Joe would have told her something… wouldn’t he have? 

“Have you ever had feelings for someone who was a close friend?” It was as if he knew and he was just playing a game with her. Aaliyah could feel the skin on her neck heat up and her ears begin to burn. 

“Uhm,” she coughs. “What’s this regarding, J? Do you have feelings for one of your friends?” 

“Well… I don’t know. It’s- well, it’s complicated,” he says. Aaliyah nods. She understood considering he literally just got out of a toxic relationship no more than three or four hours ago. “I guess now that I can think without being nagged at, I’m coming to realize that there may be someone I’ve always sort of wanted to be with, does that make sense?”

“Yeah. It makes total sense because up until now, you never had any time to yourself to sit and reflect on anything. Feelings require thinking sometimes too, ya know.” 

“Thank you, Aaliyah,” Joe says and reaches for the remote but Aaliyah stops him. “What?”

“Who is it?” she asks. 

“What do you mean?”

“Who have you always wanted to be with?” She’s more specific. Deep down she hoped he’d say her name but she knew that they were just friends, best friends, and Joe deserved more than she could ever give him. Aaliyah wasn’t Joe’s type. She was weird and funny, and while she was his go-to for basically everything, Joe was romantically interested in serious girls who always seemed to have an attitude. 

“Oh- it's no one. Not important,” he chuckles and reaches for the remote again. Aaliyah grabs the remote from the table and turns the tv all the way off. “C’mon-”

“Tell me. C’mon, big dog, it’ll be another one of our little secrets,” Aaliyah laughs. Joe smiles and shakes his head. 

“Really, it’s no one-”

“Oh please, J. I know you and I know that that kind of smile only forms when you’re lying. Tell me.” 

Joe falls back against the couch, his eyes squeezed closed as he laughs. When he looks at her, Aaliyah could swear her heart melted inside her chest. His dark eyes sparkled and Aaliyah’s eyes fill with bittersweet tears. Joe perches up and grabs her hand, his eyes now full of worry. 

“What’s wrong?” he whispers and raises her face so that he can see into her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know…” Aaliyah laughs. “It’s just nice to finally see you smiling, to see you happy.”

Joe’s heart clenches in his chest and he can’t resist the urge to pull Aaliyah into his chest, his lips connecting with the top of her head. He rubs her back and kisses her forehead when she decides to pull away from the embrace. It was as if something shifted between them, the air around them becoming more intense. The way they looked at each other was different than any other time. More lustful… more romantic. 

The big dog was the first to make a move, leaning in and brushing his lips against Aaliyahs. And as if it was instinct, Aaliyah pushes her lips against his. Joe pulls her closer, her legs now on either side of his waist as he sinks further onto the couch; their lips still connected. Groaning, Aaliyah begins to rub herself against Joe’s clothed dick. Joe’s hands begin to roam all over Aaliyah’s body, squeezing at her ass before running up under her shirt and unclasping her bra. His tongue slides into her mouth and he is able to fully taste her. 

“You feel so good,” Joe groans, his lips planting sloppy wet kisses on the skin of her neck. He bites here and there before sucking on the flesh and leaving a blood-red mark where his lips used to be. 

Aaliyah thinks for a moment and sits up, asking, “Are you sure we should be doing this? You just got out of a relationship.” Joe looks up at her, his hands on her hips. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything in my entire life. I want this. I want you.”

Aaliyah smiles and pulls her shirt and bra over her head. She hovers over Joe and dips her head down to where she can plant another kiss on his lips. Joe grins and wraps his arms around her, his tongue sliding back into her mouth. He slides his hands into her pajama shorts and squeezes the plump skin of her ass again, groaning into her mouth before biting her lip and watching it snap back in place. 

Aaliyah grabs Joe’s shirt and pulls on it and Joe rushes to pull it over his head. She runs her hands down his now naked torso, her finger tracing some of the patterns of his tattoo. “Do you have a condom?” she asks him and bites her lip. 

“Fuck.. no,” Joe sighs. “I didn’t think to grab the box I had before I left-”

“It’s okay. Just pull out,” she smiles. Joe’s stomach did a flip and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. 

“You may just kill me, woman,” he teased. 

Their lips meet again in a more passionate, more hungry kiss. Joe raises up and lays Aaliyah down on her back. He kisses down her neck, sucking and biting at her soft skin. His hands pull her shorts from her waist and down her legs and he throws them elsewhere. Aaliyah spreads her legs and lets Joe slide in between them, his hot skin coming in contact with her sex which makes her moan. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Aaliyah moans out as Joe begins sucking on her nipples. “I want you inside of me… please,” she whines. 

Joe groans and stands up. He pushes the sweatpants down his strong, long legs and steps out of them, kicking them across the room. Aligning himself with her entrance, Joe looks into Aaliyah’s eyes as he slowly sinks into her pussy. In unison, they moan loud enough for Aaliyah’s neighbors to hear. But neither of them cared. Joe pulls out halfway before pushing himself back into her, groans emerging from his throat while he watches his cock slide in and out of her. 

“You feel so good,” Joe praises. He pulls her leg up and pushes himself deeper, hitting a different angle inside of her. 

“You’re so big,” Aaliyah moans, her head falling back and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Joe picks up his pace, his arms now on either side of her head. 

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful eyes,” he whispers. His hips roll into her at a deeper and harder rhythm. Aaliyah’s nails rake up and down Joe’s back and she wraps her arms around his biceps, her face falling into his neck. Joe reaches his hand down and begins to rub her clit in circular motions, bringing her closer to an orgasm. Raising his head up, Joe looks into Aaliyah’s eyes as he sends her into her first climax of the night. He continues to pump himself into her, his cock twitching against her walls and she clenches around him. Joe’s back arches and he begins to release his load into her. 

“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he groans out, his voice strained as he comes inside of her; his face buried in her neck. 

Aaliyah kisses his temple as his body begins to relax. She rubs his arm and kisses the bulging muscle in his bicep. Running her hand through his lengthy hair, Aaliyah peppers kisses across his skin. Joe begins to move and raises up, wrapping his arms around her. He leans down and gives her a deep kiss. 

“You forgot to pull out,” Aaliyah whispers against his lips and giggles. Joe smiles and kisses her lips again.  

“Oops.” 

[heelbucks]

Be My Baby - Roman Reigns x Reader

hello everyone! this was requested by the lovely @bss-babygirl so i hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,473 (i got carried away i am aware) 

Being one of the top girls in WWE wasn’t easy. You came up around the same time as Roman did, and ever since your NXT days, he looked after you. He looked after you and was always there for you. Wither it was a bad breakup, you getting hurt after a bad bump or an especially painful submission, Roman was always there for you. It was one of the things you’d always loved about him. After Hunter wanted to push you into the Shield after Seth leaving for the Authority, you and him became closer. Dean became like the older brother who’d fight anyone you started dating, while Roman was more like the caring and compassionate one. 

You wanted more out of your relationship with Roman, and Dean knew that. You told Dean everything. Even things that he might not have liked to know. He knew how head over heels you were for the tall Samoan. He said he realized it the night Seth turned on you three. 

All four of you stood in the ring as Randy Orton and Hunter walked towards the ring. Of course you knew what was going to happen, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Conveniently, a part of your script had been crossed out with a black marker. When Seth swung the chair at Roman, your face actually dropped. A genuine look of sadness washed over your face. You had rolled out of the ring and harms way, actually forgetting what you were suppose to be doing in this moment. Dean says he saw something more than acting in your eyes when Roman got hit ; genuine love for him. 

“That’s only because someone crossed that whole part of my script!” You defended. 

“Y/N, I might be stupid, but I ain’t dumb. You’ve got a thing for Uce. It wasn’t just then. It’s every time he fights or takes a bad bump.” The Lunatic Fringe popped some pumpkin seeds into his mouth. “And, you didn’t hear it from me,” he said in between chews. “No talking and chewing Ambrose. I’m not giving you mouth to mouth.” you laughed at him. He quickly rebutted by saying “Of course not Princess. We wouldn’t wanna upset Uce now would we?” “Go to hell Dean!” you laughed punching his arm. “I’m only teasing you darlin’.” He puts his arm around you. 

Roman walked towards you two, saying “Hey you two, I’m not interrupting anything am I?” He smiled that beautiful smile. A smile that could light up a room, make you weak in the knees, and make you fall in love every time you saw it. 

“Oh no, Y/N/N and I were just talking about how excited she is for her upcoming match against Lacey tonight.” Dean smiled and stood up. “Let’s go wait in gorilla for you, it’s coming up soon.” 

The three of you started walking when you were stopped by none other than the traitor himself. “Lookin’ good tonight Y/N…” “Eat shit Rollins.” You said with a fake smile. “Ouch, I’m hurt. Not as hurt as you’re gonna be when Evans is done with you.” He walked off smirking.  “I’m gonna knock that shit eating grin off his face…” Roman said his voice trailing off. 

It was time for your match, you and your boys went out first. 

Sierra

Hotel

India

Echo

Lima

Delta

SHIELD

First Dean walked out, then Roman and they both gestured for you to come out and you strutted out and waved. The three of you made your way down to the ring, and once all three of you were inside, did the signature Shield fist bump. 

Lacey’s music hits and she cuts it off when she walks out with a mic. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s fair for you to waltz out here with… these nasties. It’s definitely not ladylike to be walking around with these hounds. So, why don’t I even the odds?” She smirked as Baron Corbin walked out and then Seth. “Oh wait, wasn’t he one of your little puppies?” She said walking to the ring, a man on each arm. 

“You’re both gonna regret the day you crossed the Shield. Let’s make this a mixed three man tag match.” You smirked triumphantly, throwing your mic down when they all stepped into the ring. 

They agreed, and you and Lacey were to start off the match. The bell was rung and you went for a punch, and she tagged out for Corbin. “What’s the matter Lacey? Scared to fight me like a lady?” You reluctantly tagged Dean in. Lacey had jumped off the apron and went around to your side, and attempted to pull you down off. You delivered a swift kick to her chest and jumped down and delivered a couple elbows to her midsection. As you two were fighting near Michael Cole and Corey Graves, Dean was currently working on Corbin. He goes for Dirty Deeds when Seth comes running up behind him, spins him around and delivers a Pedigree. Baron goes for the pin when you run up and throw yourself on top of him breaking up the count. Dean crawls to your side of the ring and tags you in. You smirk as you wait for Lacey to tag in. 

Growing bored, you delivered her signature move, a Women’s Right, to Baron. You duck out of the ring and grab a fistful of her hair. “Come on Lacey, fight me!” You throw her into the ring. As you get ready to jump in after her, Seth pulls you down and you hit your head hard on the apron. Roman visibly gets angry and jumps down, slaps your hand to make him the legal man, and starts viciously attacking his former brother. 

Roman spears Seth through the announce table, leaving him in the same position you had just been. Grabbing him by the hair, Roman threw Seth into the ring and just for good measure, hit him with a Superman Punch, tagged Dean in to hit him with a Dirty Deeds, and then you, to hit him with a Moonsault.

You got ready to jump off the top turnbuckle when Lacey tried to grab you down again. You kicked her hard, causing her to fall. You jumped off of the ropes, landed right on top of the taller man’s stomach. You went to dive to tag Roman to pick up the pin, but Baron had grabbed you, and delivered End of Days, letting Lacey pin you and grab the victory for them. 

“You son of a bitch.” Roman said before shoving Lacey out of the way and giving a beatdown to Corbin. Dean helped you up, and threw your arm around his shoulder. The officials pulled Roman off of Baron and he rolled out to help you back to a trainers room. 

Once you were in your street clothes and getting checked out by one of the standby medical staff, Roman walked in. “Hey Y/N, how are you?” he asked. “Considering I took one of the worst finishers, I’m doing okay. Thanks for checking on me Ro. I appreciate it.” You smiled up at him. “Of course, you’re my tag partner.” you winced at that. “That’s the problem Ro.” you sighed out. “I love being in the Shield, you guys are amazing, but that’s all you see me as your teammate.” “You mean a lot to me Y/N.You’re more than just my partner. You’re like my baby sister, I want to be there for you. I care about you.” He gently placed his large hand on your back. 

“Roman, I don’t wanna be just your teammate or your sister. I-I… nevermind.” You trailed off. He placed his free hand under your chin. “Y/N, I’m in love with you. Why do you think I said something when I saw Ambrose all over you? Or why I got angry when Rollins said something about how you looked. Or how I basically ripped Corbin a new one for hitting his finisher on you? I’ve been in love with you for so long.” 

You leaned up and pressed a quick, yet loving kiss on his lips. “Roman, I never knew that’s how you felt.” You smiled and hugged the large Samoan man. He kissed your forehead and said “Be mine, please babygirl?” You smiled widely and nodded your head, kissing him once again. 

“Took ya long enough Uce.” Dean said leaning against the door frame. “I was worried I’d have to make the move on dear sweet Y/N so you’d get the damn hint.” He chuckled. “You knew this whole time, and didn’t say anything?!” You said hitting him in the chest after each word. “I thrive on chaos darlin’.” 

“Hey, watch it with those pet names Ambrose. She’s mine.”

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[anonair]

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞: 𝟏𝟑𝟔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: No warnings!

136: “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: anon. I hope this is to your liking.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

Finally, home felt like home again now that roman was back. You couldn’t help but to feel lonely when he was gone. This huge bed became nothing but empty space without him. However, that changed when he came back home between the week. at last, 3 days in a row you’d get to sleep next to him and feel comfortable and safe.

You had both just gotten out of a warm bath, setting the cuddling mood for the night. You laid down in bed in anticipation of roman coming and cuddling you. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait too long as he had already made his way over to the bed. “Finally, I could have some peace and quiet with my favorite girl.” He said, moving his hair out of his face and laying down beside you. You felt warm and safe already and he hadn’t even wrapped his arms around you. Without hesitation, you knew your spot in his arms. You nuzzled up against him, the warmth of his bare chest bringing you a sense of peace. He let out a sigh of relief. After some time this moment felt like everything. You could feel yourself already drifting to sleep. Roman leaned over, turning the light off. He got comfortable, all the while you were still glued to his chest! He pressed a kiss to your head, letting you know he loved you.

Slowly, you had fell in a deep sleep. Tossing and turning throughout the night, you were awaken by a nightmare. You could feel ourself in a sudden panic as your heart started racing. You felt embarrassed for a moment because you hadn’t had a nightmare since you were a child. You also felt confusion because usually this never happens, especially on a night that you have been looking forward to. Roman felt you, waking up and pulling you close. “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I could fix it.” He said. Clearly embarrassed, you stood shut. It was dark, so you realized roman couldn’t see your face. To break the silence, you cracked a joke. “Yeah, I had a nightmare because you weren’t holding me in your sleep. How dare you!” You laughed, your voice raspy and low. He laughed and apologized, holding you to fall back to sleep. You could feel his breathing pattern, he was relaxed. It helped you feel calm too.

He really didn’t let you go after that. He made sure you weren’t going to get another nightmare.