#Roman x reader

[chadleys]

gallons of the stuff. | roman godfrey

›› pairing: roman godfrey x f!reader

›› wordcount: 3.2k

›› genre: smut, established relationship

›› rating: 18+, mdni

›› synopsis: you've recently stopped taking your birth control. roman has a problem with that.

›› warnings: period sex, bloodplay, oral sex, dirty talk, soft dom!roman, very explicit tampon scene, both characters are in high school but 18

›› misc: i haven't written in months, very out of practice. it's true - i'm back on my hemlock grove bullshit. if you're new here, we love bloodplay in this household. i wrote this in one sitting, and barely edited it. it's probably riddled with typos.

you had just gotten out of your last class for the day; you spied peter and roman talking near your locker. ❝ hi. ❞ you greeted peter with a wave, but roman you clung to and tried to grab a kiss on tip toes from.

roman, however, took a step back before you could make it. you tripped and almost landed right in front of him.

it was peter who stopped you from falling completely, as roman had moved back even further. he wasn't speaking, instead looking strangely at you, like you had grown a few extra heads in your couple hours apart.

❝ dude, what the hell? ❞ peter chastised his friend.

you stood there, hurt that your own boyfriend didn't want to kiss you, and when roman continued to just stare silently at you, you finally waved an impatient hand in front of his face. ❝ um, hello? ❞

❝ what happened? ❞ he asked quietly. ❝ what did you do? something's … different. ❞

you shrugged, looking to peter for help. he shrugged, too, looking between the two of you.

❝ i don't know, what could be different? i mean, what do you mean? ❞ roman wasn't making any sense.

roman's gaze flickered between you and peter, his mind racing as he seemingly tried to pinpoint what exactly felt off about you. was it your demeanor? your scent? it didn't seem he could put his finger on it, but something had definitely changed since he'd last seen you this morning.

❝ look, if you're not gonna answer me and just give me the silent treatment, i'll take myself home. ❞

❝ I'll give you a ride, ❞ peter offered, but roman chose that moment to reach out and grab your wrist, pulling you back to him.

❝ are you hurt? ❞ he finally asked. his eyes were moving a mile a minute over you, your face and body. ❝ you smell like … blood. ❞

you blushed from the tips of your toes all the way to your forehead. ❝ i mean, ❞ you said, speaking even more quietly than roman had, ❝ it is that time of the month … ❞

but roman had been around you countless times during your period. he liked it, as any vampire would, but he'd never acted this strange about it.

roman's expression softened slightly as he processed your words, but there was still a flicker of something else behind his eyes. ❝ I'm sorry, ❞ he murmured, his voice low. ❝ It's just different today. it's ... more. did something happen? ❞

❝ okay, i'm gonna take this as my cue to leave, ❞ peter said warily, backing away from the two of you.

as good of a friend as peter was, you hardly noticed him go. you were focused on roman, and moreso on his focus on you.

❝ roman, i'm sorry, i don't … know what could be different. ❞ maybe you were bleeding through your shorts? that would be embarrassing. but no, you had just checked in the bathroom mirror before last class. there was no way your flow had become so heavy within the last hour.

roman's intense gaze lingered on your face, his mind racing with possibilities. ❝ can we go home? i'm … it's dangerous for us to be here, together, right now. with you like that. ❞ he tugged at your hand, leading you to the front doors.

as you neared the school parking lot, you remembered something. about a month ago, just after your last period, you had made a change. something you'd been wanting to do for a while.

❝ roman. ❞ you stopped in your tracks, gazing at him. ❝ i remember … i had been wanting to for a while, just to see how i'd do without it, but … a little while back i stopped my birth control. ❞

roman's eyes widened, his grip on your hand tightening involuntarily. ❝ you … stopped? ❞ he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. ❝ why … why would you … do that? ❞

��� i - i thought it might be causing some of my weight gain, plus i was always fucking hungry. and my mood swings … i thought it would help, ❞ you answered meekly. roman was clearly upset about this.

❝ are you insane? ❞ roman hissed, stepping close to you so that no other passing students would hear. ❝ that's so fucking dangerous. you're gonna be bleeding so much more without it. do you really have that much faith in my self-control? ❞

❝ i didn't think … ❞ was all you said. of course you didn't, fucking idiot that you were. your boyfriend was upir, and here you were giving your body more of a reason to tempt his hunger.

roman sighed, his anger melting away into concern as he pulled you closer to him. ❝ we need to get you home, now. i'll … i'll take care of you. ❞ he guided you toward the car; it seemed his mind was already racing thinking about what he was going to do with you.

how he was possibly planning to ' take care ' of you was anyone's guess. he probably wanted to devour you right now …

on the ride home, you sat with your legs clamped together, as if that would help. roman drove with a hand over his mouth and nose, as if that would help.

❝ roman, i'm really sorry, ❞ you blurted. ❝ i didn't think about you, about how it would affect you, and i should have … ❞

roman's severe expression softened, and he reached over to take your hand in his own. ❝ it's okay, ❞ he reassured you gently. ❝ we'll figure it out. we just need to … be careful. ❞

he pulled into the driveway, escorting you gently inside with a hand at the small of your back. the two of you hurried up to roman's room.

you, however, were now afraid to even sit down anywhere. what if you bled through your tampon? bled on roman's sheets? that would really set him off.

so you stood awkwardly at roman's bedside table.

roman watched your discomfort with a mix of concern and frustration. ❝ baby, come here, ❞ he murmured, gesturing for you to sit on the edge of the bed. ❝ i promise, i won't let anything happen to you. just … relax. ❞

you took a seat, gingerly, making sure not to sit too close to him.

roman moved in closer, his gaze softening as he took your hand in his. ❝ i'm sorry if i scared you earlier, ❞ he said quietly. ❝ i just … worry about you. you know that. ❞ his thumb brushed soothingly over the back of your hand.

you nodded - roman typically treated you like you were some kind of treasure, one he had to make sure was safe, that he couldn't bear to lose. ❝ i know, and … i'm grateful. i promise i'll start taking it again and get back on my schedule tonight. ❞

roman kissed your knuckles, gazing up at you through his long lashes. he didn't say anything, and his expression was unreadable. slowly, his lips trailed back and forth over your knuckles. he seemed about to say something, but didn't. it seemed to you that his eyes had darkened.

you took over, flirting your fingers over roman's lips, loving how soft and perfect they were. ❝ roman? what're you thinking? ❞

roman's eyes darkened further as he gazed up at you, a flicker of desire dancing in their depths. ❝ just thinking … that it might be better if you stayed off of it. i mean … how selfish of me would it be to make you get back on, when you were having so many issues? ❞

his voice was quiet, but you heard a hint of something else. something dangerous.

your lips parted, and you slid your hand from his grasp, cradling his jaw. ❝ are you sure? i don't wanna make things awful for you or - ❞

roman's lips curved into a slow, sensual smile at your touch. ❝ darling, ❞ he murmured, his voice low and husky. ❝ you could never make things awful for me. ❞ his hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin softly. ❝ in fact, i think it might be rather … exciting. ❞

❝ exciting how? ❞ you squeezed your thighs together to try and quell your growing arousal. ❝ d - didn't you just say it'll be dangerous? ❞

roman's lips quirked into a mischievous grin. ❝ sure it will be, ❞ he purred, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. ❝ but, with you being off birth control, you're going to be bleeding a lot heavier. and with all that blood going south, you're gonna be so horny … why don't you let me help? ❞ as he spoke, his gaze darkened again, the hunger smoldering in his eyes now unmistakable.

an embarrassing little moan escaped you, and you shuffled closer to your boyfriend. ❝ i'm already horny for you, roman. it's not like i don't beg for your cock practically every chance i get … you really think it'll be worse now? ❞ it had been many years since you started birth control; you weren't sure what to expect being off of it.

roman's breath hitched at your words, his desire igniting like wildfire. ❝ oh, angel, ❞ he murmured, his voice rough with need. ❝ i think it'll be a whole lot worse. but don't worry, ❞ he added, one big hand sliding down to caress your thigh. ❝ i'll take care of you. i'll make sure you're properly satisfied. ❞ his gaze smoldered with primal hunger as he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

those words - ' i'll take care of you ' … roman had spoken them to you many times before. they always had the desired effect; to make you spread your legs and ache for him to be between them, to be true to his word.

you did so now, leaning back as he kissed you, spreading your legs wide for him to settle between them. you were still worried about bleeding onto his expensive sheets, but knew roman would take care of it if you did.

roman groaned into the kiss as he settled between your legs, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he ground his growing erection against your core. ❝ god, baby, ❞ he muttered, his voice thick with desire. ❝ you smell so fucking good. i could smell it as soon as you got up this morning, but … i wasn't sure. i didn't know what it could be. ❞

he broke the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his tongue tracing teasing patterns over your skin. his hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing gently at your clit through the fabric of your shorts.

you let out a broken moan, clinging to his broad frame. ❝ i - it wasn't … i mean, it didn't properly start until after i got to school … ❞

your face was burning, and roman's insistent fingers pressing the rough cotton of your shorts down over your clit was making you see stars. ❝ r - roman … my clit … it's really sensitive … ❞

roman's lips curled into a wicked grin at your confession, his touch becoming more deliberate as he stroked your throbbing clit through the fabric of your shorts. ❝ sensitive, huh? ❞ he murmured, his voice husky with desire. ❝ i told you, all that blood down there … it's gonna make you crazy. i'll just have to be extra gentle with you, won't i? ❞ his fingers danced teasingly over your sensitive flesh, eliciting soft gasps and moans from your lips. ❝ but tell me, baby, ❞ he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. ❝ do you want me to be gentle? ❞

you loved when he was gentle with you. there was always a time and a place for a good, rough pounding, but you loved roman most when he made room for you, gave himself over to you completely and treated you like a princess.

you nodded with a soft pout. ❝ am i a total baby if i say yes … ? ❞

roman's lips curved into a tender smile as he brushed a strand of hair away from your flushed face. ❝ no, darling, ❞ he murmured, his voice laced with heavy affection. ❝ you're not a baby at all. you're my princess, and i'll treat you as such. ❞ his fingers continued their gentle ministrations, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from you. ❝ just relax, angel. let me take care of you. ❞

you held onto him, keeping him close as he touched you. the two of you kissed soft, deep, passionate kisses, and it wasn't long before roman was hooking his long fingers into the waist of your shorts, trying to drag them and your panties down at the same time.

❝ uh, roman. ❞ you grabbed his wrists, looking nervously at him. ❝ i still … have my tampon in. ❞

roman's eyes flickered with concern at your words, his fingers stilling in their attempt to pull down your shorts. ❝ mmm, ❞ he hummed, the timbre of his voice soft and soothing. ❝ you really think i care about that? ❞ he leaned back slightly, his gaze seeking yours. ❝ … can i take it out for you? ❞

it was so embarrassing, to have him asking you that right to your face. but you did, god you did. were you sick in the head?

you nodded, slowly, trembling hands half covering your face as roman stripped your shorts and underwear off.

roman's lips curved into a tender smile as he gently peeled off your shorts and underwear, exposing your naked bottom half to his hungry gaze. with delicate care, he reached between your thighs, his fingers deftly locating the string of your tampon.

❝ it's alright, baby, ❞ he murmured, his voice filled with reassurance. ❝ i've got you. ❞ one strong hand steadied itself on your belly as the other slid the tampon slowly out of you.

you moaned, against your will, as he took it and held it up. it was dripping, all over his bed.

❝ roman, stop! your bedding … ❞ you made to grab it, but roman held it just out of your reach.

❝ tsk, tsk, not yet. i still have business with this thing, ❞ he muttered with one of his signature cute, quirky smiles. you knew what he was going to do, but it still took you aback when he closed his pretty lips around it.

you sat and breathed heavily, watching as roman's cock twitched in his jeans the moment the tampon hit his tongue.

roman's eyes never left yours as he suckled your tampon, his tongue expertly lapping at the spongy material. he made soft, sensual noises of enjoyment as he savored the taste of your fluids, the scent of your arousal heady in the air.

you squirmed beneath him, unable to keep still as heat further pooled between your legs. you wanted him so badly, and the thought of him tasting you like this was driving you wild with desire.

as roman finished, he slowly withdrew the tampon from his mouth, a string of blood, saliva, and your juices connecting it to his lips before it snapped free. ❝ you taste divine, love, ❞ he murmured, his gaze smoldering with carnal desire. ❝ i'm sorry, i can't - ❞

with a feral growl, he dove down, pushing your legs back as he began to devour your bloody cunt.

the sight of roman between your legs, the lower half of his face all smeared with your blood and juices was enough to make you feel faint. ❝ oh god, roman … ❞ his bloodied nose nudged your clit and you sobbed, gripping the sheets.

roman was right - you were bleeding a lot more now that she were off the pill. you could feel it smeared along your inner thighs and dripping to the bed.

❝ touch me, ❞ roman murmured, as he added two long fingers into the mix. he slid them easily, hungrily, into your wetness. ❝ touch me - pull my hair, slap me, scratch my back, whatever you want. i'm yours. ❞

you could feel your wet, open, bloody pussy trying so hard to clamp down on his fingers. but everything down there was so wet and open, roman's fingers glided almost too easily in and out of you.

you did as you were told, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

roman groaned softly against you, his lips working fervently against your clit as he added a third finger to the mix, stretching you open even wider. he was relentless, his movements becoming more frenzied as he devoured you with unrestrained hunger.

your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails grazing lightly against his scalp as you tugged him closer, urging him on with desperate need. your body was on fire, every nerve ending electrified by the exquisite pleasure coursing through your veins.

as your climax approached, roman's fingers quickened their pace, driving you ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. ❝ do you wanna cum like this? or d'you want something else? ❞

that third finger was exactly what you needed. you nodded, tugging and pulling harshly at roman's hair. as much as you loved his cock, you didn't want even a second break from this, for him to whip it out. and you knew roman would give it to you any way you wanted it. ❝ just like this … please, roman, make me cum … ❞

roman's lips curved into a wicked grin as he redoubled his efforts, his fingers working feverishly inside you while his tongue danced skillfully over your sensitive clit. your entire body tensed beneath him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you teetered on the brink of release.

with a guttural groan, he applied just the right amount of pressure, his fingers curling inside of you as his lips closed around your swollen bud. he sucked and licked with abandon, driving you wild with pleasure until you'd had enough and shattered around him, your cries of ecstasy echoing in the air.

as your climax washed over you, roman didn't let up, continuing to lavish attention on your throbbing center, prolonging your pleasure until you were trembling with the intensity of your release. only then did he finally ease off, his lips trailing a path of fiery, bloody kisses up your trembling body.

you were still shaking as he reached your lips, a questioning look in his eye. you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him quickly down, kissing him deeply.

tasting your own blood was … odd. not unpleasant, but certainly not as pleasant as it had been to roman.

roman, who was panting, his mouth smeared with red, dripping onto you, your shoulders, your chest, the bed.

❝ we need a shower, ❞ you grunted, afraid to even close your legs with the slippery mess down there.

❝ i don't see what the problem is, ❞ roman laughed as he gave you another kiss.

[caramelcleopatraa]

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[muttsupreme]

Roman genuinely clinging to you so much that you can’t even function. It sounds desperate and it is desperate, but most importantly, it’s the only way that he can cope with like…..anything. Just existing.

He’s like an infection or disease that won’t leave. He forces you to stay in bed with promises of your favorite breakfast in “just one hour, just another hour, and we can have fucking blueberry pancakes and bacon.”

And if - when - you get up to pee, he comes crawling to your side of the bed so that he can keep talking to you from the open ensuite bathroom door, and feeling your warmth, and smelling your skin through the sheets. He feels partly abandoned in those few seconds, but comfortable in occupying the warm space you left on the bed.

He bullies you when you bring up excuses to leave the bed - abandon him. “You don’t have to fucking…wash your hair, shave your legs - I’ll lick your hair like a cat and you’ll be clean.”

He acts like you’re creating a disaster, like this is aaaall your fault and he’s gonna throw up. “Fuck you, can I at least come with you? Or are you gonna be a bitch and gatekeep that, too?”

If (yet again, when) you cave and let him come with you, you’re washing his hair and he’s complaining about the water temperature but not really, it’s more of an attempt to take his mind off the fact that he’s…naked? Even though it’s just you, even though he literally chose to get in here and you reassured him that he didn’t have to and you’d be out soon? But he’s there, and he’s naked, and he’s literally about to bash his own brains in because this is awful.

Until you wash his hair with your shampoo and convince him not to use his sticky hair gel just for today and he agrees. And he complains about you not using your conditioner on him until you finally do, and you use it to shape his hair into a giant spike.

But yeah, until then, his brain is focused on how this is so awful and you’re the meanest person in the world for leaving the bed.

my clingy needy disease<3

[richeeduvie]

A slightly older Baby Jr finding Roman and Baby crying over Bear Roman and Mommy while they fix her room up to get rid of smaller clothes n older toys so in her sweet toddler fashion she asks her parents if theyre sad because they wanna play with her toys too and they get more overwhelmed with emotion and just start hugging her incredibly tightly 🥹

"Roman?"

Roman's holding Bear Roman by the throat, choking and blinking fast. The tears already come heavy.

"How the fuck are we supposed to do this every three years?"

"...It doesn't have to be every three."

"I already cracked when you made me put her ball in the box."

Roman rubs his eyes, sniffs. He squeezes his daughter's bear tightly as he sits with cross-legs on the floor.

"She doesn't play with it anymore."

"But she fucking use to! All the time, that was her-she never went anywhere in her without her ball."

"...I know."

Baby can't bare to glance at Evie Mommy - the little patch doll parody of her and even though Roman claims to hate it, she's sure her husband won't bare to part with it at all. Tears drop against her cheeks.

"You can't cry, we're not-" He pinches his nose. "We're not making it out of this room if we're both leaking."

"She's only three and a half, but why is she growing up so fast?"

"I'm leaking over the semblance of toys, do not bring growth into the conversat-"

"I can't get rid of any of her baby clothes, Roman. I can't do it."

They don't hear the footsteps of their little girl. She stands utterly confused at the sight of her parents choking on tears. But then, then she sees Mommy and Daddy holding onto her Bear Roman and her toys and it's so obvious, but she's not sure why they have to cry about it. They should've asked.

"We can share."

They turn to Baby Jr. She puts her hand near her mouth looking up at them.

"Do you wanna play with my toys? We ca-can...we can play together. You don't have to cry, Daddy - and Mommy. Toys are for fun."

She runs her little legs to Evie Mommy and holds it over her head to give to Baby. Baby looks to Roman and of course, in his nature - and his way of being a parent, cries even harder, but somehow almost silently. Baby's tears are squeezed by her eyes shutting.

She comes down at Baby Jr's head, hugs her so tightly. The doll too.

"...Is this playing?"

"You'll always be the sweetest baby ever. I love you so much."

"...I love you, Mommy. Is this how you play?"

She supposes this is how Mommy and Daddy play when Roman attacks her with a tight hold from behind. Adults are so funny.

[voxmortuus]

Can i request a roman godfrey x plus!size reader. Maybe she is the new girl or Peter's sister or cousin that moved there because of her Father’s job or something and roman becomes obsessed with her or something and he dose all this because he is in love with her and just a really fluffy ending pls

I just want to say I am SO sorry for this taking as long as it did to produce! I have been feeling so out of sorts with my writing and I had taken a super long hiatus. I found this half written in my drafts and felt I NEEDED to finish this! So, Here it is! The finished piece!!! I hope it finds you well.

PAIRING: Roman Godfrey x Fem!Plus Sized!Reader - Reader is 18+

UNIVERSE: Hemlock Grove

WORDS: 1.1K

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Obsessive Roman | Stalking Insinuated | Fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision.

IMAGE CREDIT: Google I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THESE IMAGES. If these are yours or you know who the creator(s) is please INBOX me and let me know. Thank you.

DIVIDER CREDIT: @firefly-graphics

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Welcome to Hemlock Grove - That's what the sign read as you entered the town. Remote, and almost nothing here. Rubbing your face you look around and take in the bare land from the death of winter. Your father had gotten a job working at The Godfrey Institute. Unknowing what was in store for you you take this as a new opportunity to reinvent yourself, to start fresh in the way of hoping for a new beginning.

Making your way inside your new home with the last box for your room, you place it down on your bed and look out the window that looks over the street that leads to Godfrey Manor. Making a small face in slight disgust, you let off a small sigh and start putting things away.

It wasn't long before you hear a knock at your bedroom door, and it was your father asking you if you'd like to go with him to see where he works. Shrugging you had agreed to go. The way you saw it was it got you out of the house and around civilization. Grabbing your coat you throw your hair up into a loose bun and follow him to the car.

Your father didn't work far from your new home, so it was less than a few moments before you found yourself in the elevator on your way to the top floor to look around your father's new place of work. Looking around for a moment you look up at your father and tell him you're going to look around.

As you wander off you find yourself in the rather large conference room. Little to your knowledge you are being watched, by Mr. Godfrey himself. Watching you as your fingers graze against the solid wood table, across the leather backing of the chairs. Watching you as you look so unamused and so done with today that you're ready to go home.

You weren't like the others that had come in and out of here, you were shaped differently, you were a snack, in a matter of ways. While you questioned yourself sometimes, you were truly a beautiful person. Even when you didn't see yourself that way. Looking at your reflection off the surface of the table, he let out a breath, push the loose stray hairs back into place, and look around once more before wandering out.

He follows you and watches you. It was that moment he knew that you, you were it. That something different in his life, that spark he felt he's been missing. That itch he's been needing to scratch and could never find the right tool to scratch it. Roman knew that you were going to change his way of thinking when it all boiled down to it.

Spring is here, it's been five months since the move, and you've become settled, relatively. But something's been going on. You've been getting flowers and other little gifts off and on for the past three or so months. It's regular, on queue, and it never changes, once, every two weeks, a fresh bouquet of something different, and either a card, or a little trinket, be it a charm, a piece of something to wear, or a small stuffed animal accompanies this bouquet. Today, was no different.

Lurking in the distance, as he always had from the moment you met, you let out a soft yet slightly heavy breath and you look down at the flowers that sat on your doorstep. "What the heck…" you say softly. Pushing your lips to one side you look around and you pick up the sunflower and rose bouquet and pull it to your face and take in a deep inhale and smiled with a slightly somber look on your face. "THANK YOU!" You call out before you walk in and close the door.

The flowers become a regular thing, and you start visiting the office a little more, the light anonymous things putting you in a mood of happiness and genuine love. You feel this love and you don't know how to channel it, so you start bringing your father lunch at work, and you start talking to his co-workers. But it's when you meet his boss that your own heart begins to beat a little funny. You give a slightly goofy giggle, clear your throat, put your head down, and walk away.

It was his scent, you knew that scent. It was on the stuffed bear you had received with a bouquet of peonies not long ago. You excuse yourself and make your way out of the building. Running your hands down your thick thighs you lean against your little beat-up volkswagon bug and you feel your heart beating miles a minute. Shaking your head you look up at the building and burst into laughter. Why? No? Really? Was it him?

You look back down, and you lean against your car a little more, and before you had a moment to really recall everything you see him approaching from your peripheral vision. Licking your plump lips you look over at him and draw in a deep breath.

"Has it been you?" you ask. "Since the beginning." He stated "But why?" you ask him. "Why couldn't you tell me? I come in to bring him lunch every day and you couldn't tell me?" "I didn't know how. I was in awe of you." Roman admitted. "Mr. Godfrey--" "Roman, please, call me Roman." He stated. "Roman." you pause a moment. "I am nothing to be in awe about, my curves have curves, I'm far too out of your realm of normal woman, I'm just--" "Perfect. You're perfect and you don't see it Y/N. You won't see it, but I want to help you see it… if you'll let me." He smiled. "Let me take you out tonight. There's this cute little coffee shop in town, join me?" He asked.

Charming, he was charming, and he was sweet. Nodding your head you had agreed to his proposal of coffee. He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. Your hand feels so small in his, you feel like you're about the size of a damn munchkin from The Wizard of Oz. But it feels good. You feel good.

Sitting in the coffee shop after you two walk a little ways from the building you find yourself enthralled in each other, in the conversation, the mindless nothing of conversation that has led to laughter, and genuine raw emotions between you. Nothing but calm, cherished moments. Sure, people stared, but he never took his eyes off you, his attention was on you. You were important to him.

What really made you feel on top of the world, was when he reached forward and tucked some hair behind your ear, helped you up, and walked back to the building with you. From that day on, you realized that you are perfectly imperfect and that no matter what, you are beautiful, and because of Roman, seeing yourself as anything less, that's just not possible anymore.

[first-edition]

Beauty

Roman Godfrey x reader 

While driving home you see roman walking alone, after he’s been missing, in the icy rain and you take him home.

CW- smut, PinV, oral fem! Rec, fingering, dirty talk, semi-noncon, unprotected Brief mention of self harm.

!!!!THIS IS A SMUT CONTAINING SEXAUL ELEMENTS MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!

You drive the heat in your car blasting as its so cold outside and its raining. You music softly playing as you hum along to it. You look over seeing someone walking along the long stretch of road completely soaked. 

Getting closer yo can see its roman his arms wrapped around himself cold. Immediately you pull over rolling down the window. 

“Roman!? What are you doing.” You cal to him he stops and looks at you his face is flushed red from the cold an he looks like a wet puppy shivering. 

Without thinking you got out of your car and run to him. 

“where’ve you been you’ve been gone for three days.” You say putting your hands on his face feelin how cold he is against your warm hands to which he leans into your touch. 

“come on.” You say opening yout car door sitting him inside before running around and getting in yourself driving off to his house.

———

You set him down on the side of the bed after hes removed his wet clothes leaving himself in sweats and wrapped in a blanket. You’ve changed into one of his tshirts and your underwear. 

You sit across from him the blank stare still on his face. 

“what’s wrong?” You ask as he bursts into a sob. You hurry to him putting your hand on his cheek again this time clearly seeing the bandaged gash on his chest. 

“R-Roman what happened? What did you do?” You ask turning his face to you.

“im ugly..” he mumbles.    “what?” You ask.

“im an ugly person…im ugly.” He says

“Roman..” you say moving his hair from his face. 

“Today…m-my mom told me i have an ugliness that’s i-impossible to love.” He says wiping off his cheek. 

“that’s not true…Roman look at me. Please.” You reply as his eyes look at you. 

“you know i love you…you being gone for three days scared the shit outta me. I was looking for you everywhere. Peter and i were looking for you. How could you say that?”  “yes it is its true.”  “Roman! I love you!” You repeat. 

He looks at you nodding 

“i-i know…im sorry i left i shouldnt have left you.” He says 

“its okay.” You say 

“i love you too.” He says putting his forehead against yours. Before pecking your lips a few times. You pull back realizing what could happen. 

“r-Roman.” You shake your head. 

“please..please…” he whimpers. Making your heart melt for your boyfriend. Causing you to smash your lips against his. He grips your waist pulling you up as your fall back onto the bed taking off your shirt. His lips hungrily kiss your neck and chest as he throws the blanket off him. 

“ah fuck..” you gasp as his lips attach to your nipple sucking and swirling his tounge. 

Your fingers run through his hair. His hands move down your body pulling off your underwear pushing your thighs apart dipping his middle finger into you and curling it up hitting your g-spot. 

“Ngh ah!” You moan making him enter another finger. Beginning to fuck you with it. 

“Please ah r-Roman please!” You whimper as he kisses down your body resting between your legs his tongue licking up your slit as his lips attaché d around your bud. The pleausre of his long slender fingers curling and thrusting into your walls and the sucking of his lips on your clit send your into heaven. 

His other hand grips your Breast as your back arches from all the pleausre. 

As you moan out his name. He pulls back from you sitting up letting you catch your breath. His pushes his hair back and licks your slick off his fingers as his eyes are glued to your body bruises on your neck and breast from him already formed. Turning him on of how fragile you are to him wanting to destroy you and claim you more than he already has in the past year you’ve been together. He pulls off the sweatpants discarding them somewhere on the floor.

His hand wraps around your throat while his other pushes your wrists together hands above your head. 

His eyes dark with lust as he leans over you kissing your forehead. Before leaning down to your ear. 

“you’re gonna scream for me.” He says hardly. 

“w-what?” You breath out. 

“you…are going to scream. For me.” He says harshly before roughly thrusting his hardened dick into your pussy. 

A moan scream leaves your mouth your legs shut around his waist. Making him thrust deeper into you.

“R-Roman, Ah, Wait!” You exclaim as he rams his cock into you over and over. 

He sits back his hand attached to your throat as he fucks you. 

“scream bitch.” He tightens his grip. 

“AH R-ROMAN!” You whimper tears running down your face. 

“fuck yes.” He huffs. 

“R-ROMAN NGH PLEASE…S-STOP” pleausre surges through your body making you clench around him cumming your eyes rolling back. 

He chuckles as your disheveled state pulling out of you and turning you over. He pulls your ass up in the air as you grip on to the bed post as he enters your cunt again. Thrusting just a rooughly as before. 

He kisses, nips, sucks, and bite at your shoulders and back giving your ass cheeks a slap every now and then. Making you moan his name.

Cumming for the third time he pushes deep into you hitting your cervix and more then bottoming out in you as your pussy consumes his entire large dick as he Cums deeply in you. With a groan. 

Pulling out of you his cum leaks down your leg making him push his finger into you pushing his seed back in. Before setting you down both your chest heaving. He leans down leaving kisses on your face and whispers sweet things telling how good you are to him. How much he loves you. how good you make him feel all making you smile. 

[anonymousoneshots]

Thing For Me

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual Talk, Swearing, Teasing

You’re backstage at Wrestlemania 39, anxiously waiting for the end result of Roman’s highly-anticipated match against Cody Rhodes. You can’t help but hold your breath every time Roman’s pinned, willing him to kick out and keep fighting. There’s something about Roman in the ring that makes your veins pulse and your heart shudder.

You’re watching the match play out on the small TV in the back room, silently hoping nobody catches you. It was no secret to most of your friends in the back that you had a thing for Roman. You always went out of your way to watch all of his matches and promos, your smile lighting up a room whenever he was victorious. You wouldn’t necessarily call it a crush, not really. You just liked it when he won. You respected him and enjoyed his success. Nothing more. Not a single part of you was in denial either. Right?

You fold your hands together in front of your mouth and lightly bite on your thumb nail, nerves getting the better of you as you can feel the tension from the match in the atmosphere. Cody had Roman positioned for his finishing move, slamming him down in one swift motion. Your heart was hammering. Cody had him back and was going to hit it a second time. This is it. The end of the reign. You place your hands over your mouth and close your eyes, time seeming to slow. You hear a reaction from the crowd and open your eyes expecting to see Roman laid out, but instead you see Solo rolling out of the ring and Cody on the ground. Roman soon hits Cody with a spear and the ref counts to three. “Yes!” you exclaim, jumping in a circle in celebration. You feel adrenaline leaking out of you as Roman holds both belts high in the air, the legendary reign continuing. Your smile is wide and bright as you watch him in wonder, the television picture reflecting in your eyes.

Almost everyone has left the arena for the night, as you’re just finishing up gathering your gear and duffle bag. You slipped back on the dress you had worn into the arena after taking off your ring gear. You didn’t have a match at Wresltemania, but they like everyone backstage to be in gear just in case. It’s pretty quiet as you head out of the locker room, and you’re humming to yourself as you walk down the hall toward the exit and the car waiting for you, heels clicking in the silence.

You slow to a stop as you hear a muffled chuckle coming from one of the backstage rooms. A door is cracked open and you quietly step over to it, peeking to see who’s still here. Roman is leaning against an empty desk, phone to his ear with his back to the door. He’s wearing his signature Jordan’s with gray sweatpants and a Bloodline t-shirt. Your heart catches in your throat. Of course you’ve passed by Roman backstage before, even congratulated him on various wins in the past. But that always happened surrounded by people, and still each time, you were fully aware of him, cheeks flushing and heart racing. This time was no different.

“Alright, man, I’ll be there.” Roman clicks of his phone call and drops it into the pocket of his sweatpants, reaching to pick up his bag and belts off the desk beside him. You’re watching his every move, like it’s one of his matches on TV playing out in front of you. His hair is tied back and you can smell his cologne in the air. He turns around and swings the duffel over his shoulder, then the belts. He looks up and spots you. Quickly you spin away from the opening in the door and start to hustle down the hallway, keeping your head low. You hear the door shut behind you and Roman’s voice as it calls your name.

“[y/n].”

You stop and wince as your heart is running a mile a minute. Anytime you’ve been around Roman it has always been in a group of people. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, until now. You turn on your heel to face him as his long strides reach you fairly quickly. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and a racing heart. He looks down at you and tilts his chin up.

“You catch my match tonight?” He asks, a smirk forming at his lips. Shit, he knows.

“Congratulations,” you muster, now avoiding his gaze.

He’s fully smirking now, and taps on his belts with his left hand. “Didn’t doubt me, did you?” He asks.

“Never,” you exhale, now meeting his eyes, not aware you were holding your breath.

“Good girl.” He gaze trails down your body, the small, tight black dress you have on hugging each of your curves beautifully.

“Tell me, [y/n], did you enjoy watching your Tribal Chief win tonight?” Roman asks, taking a sauntering step closer to you. You instinctively take a step back, feeling intimidated and nervous as all hell.

“It was a good match,” you manage, feeling his prowling gaze drink in the sight of you. Where was this coming from? No way in hell could you possibly pull Roman. Could you? Roman nods and darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Word around here is you never miss one of matches. You got a thing for me, [y/n]?”

The world seems to slow and your thoughts turn to mush. You’ve never been asked about this before so bluntly. Not by your friends, not by anyone on the roster, and especially not by Roman himself, the star of all your fantasies. You shift uncomfortably and stare at the ground, words lost at your mouth. Roman chuckles at the way he’s making you squirm, the dominance in him gloating. “You want a ride back to the hotel, [y/n]?” He asks.

—————————————————————————

The silence and tension during the car ride to the hotel is excruciating. Roman is relaxed as ever, casually leaning back against the seat. Your whole body is rich with tension, though, as you sit stiffly and are acutely aware of every breath you take. You don’t dare glance at him, but you feel his eyes on you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, your fingers in your lap nervously twisting your rings. Roman clears his throat and slides over closer to you, causing your heart to contract and your breath to catch.

“Tell me, [y/n], what is it about me that’s making you so tense? Relax, breathe.” He rests his hand on your knee, leaning forward trying to catch your gaze. You finally look at him with wide eyes, sure he can hear your heart pounding. His touch is sending waves through your body, and you instinctively squeeze your legs together. Roman smiles that cocky smile of his, almost like your someone he’s about to destroy. Almost. He removes his hand from your knee and leans back against the seat again, seemingly satisfied that he’s making you sweat. This car ride is dragging on and on, all you want is to be back at the hotel in the safety of your room and bed, far away from wherever this was.

Finally, the car pulls up to your hotel. You quickly reach for the door and step out into the cool air. Roman steps out after you, walking around towards the trunk to get the bags and his belts. You go to take your bag from him, saying thank you, but he pulls away. “No, no, I got you,” another cocky smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You smile at him and head toward the door. Once inside, you stand awkwardly in front of the elevator in silence, watching the floors light up as it heads to you.

“Thanks for the ride, and my bag,” you say, glancing over at him. He simply nods his head as the door opens and you both step inside. You’re preparing yourself for a long ride of awkward silence and tension, as Roman presses the button for the 15th floor.

“You’re very intimidating, you know,” you say. “That’s why I’m tense. You make me nervous.”

Roman chuckles and sets the bags and his belts down. You’re now passing floor 6.

“Is it that I make you nervous because I’m intimidating or because you have that thing for me?” He questions. You bite your lip and ignore the question. He turns towards you and steps closer, you can feel his breath on your ear. “Because what you really want from me is to be destroyed.”

Heat pools in your stomach and you audibly gasp. Before you have time to react further, he spins you toward him and pins you between his arms with your back to the wall. You lustfully search his eyes and want for his touch. “Roman-“ you start, but he roughly places his hand over your mouth and smiles.

“I bet you get all wet watching me, don’t you, [y/n]?” He husks into your ear. You squeeze your legs together in an effort to stop the building ache Roman’s causing. He looks into your eyes with a hunger, which only turns you on more. The elevator dings at it reaches your floor, and just as suddenly as Roman was on you, he’s off, bending to pick up the his bag and belts. He leaves yours on the floor. You’re left leaning against the wall of the elevator, breathing heavily. He steps out and turns towards you, drinking in the mess he’s made of you, a grin forming at his lips.

“Room 1547, if that thing for me turns into an urge you can’t satisfy.”

[cocorulesz]

hey! i’m courtney (or coco/court). the girl in the picture is NOT me, lol! she’s pretty tho.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ a bit about me! ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

- 𝐢’𝐦 𝟏𝟗! (𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡, 𝐢𝐤)

- 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐤 𝐚 𝟏𝟗 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. @shes2real

- 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟! 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞.

- 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐲, 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨, ��𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 & 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝜗𝜚

- 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧’ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫.

- 𝐢’𝐦 ✞✞✞

- - -

- 𝐢’𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔.𝐒! 💕

- 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚, 𝐟𝐥

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡��𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐞 😩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 😭

that’s all! bye y’allll!🤗💓

(masterlist coming soon)

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Fic idea: How might the Sides help with writer's block?

Authors note: I wrote Janus and Remus for this one!! Which is why this took a tad longer than usual lol

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Remus making dirty comments

👑 Roman 👑

-Oooh writers block with Roman is ALMOST non existent

-He’s creativity after all so he would come up with the most extravagant things

-Would definitely use this as an opportunity to spend time alone with you in the Mindscape place and create whatever came to mind to help inspire you

-DAYDREAM MODE ACTIVATED

-He’ll do EVERYTHING to help you beat writers block, which also gives him an excuse to be as dramatic as possible

-Aww I also feel like the moment he has an idea he doesn’t even say anything he just rushes to the nearest writing utensil and writes it down before he forgets

-Just know asking for Romans help with writers block will have you both exhausted but happy

-exhausted mainly because of all the running around and happy that you both got to do all that together

-You definitely got an idea about what to write

💙 Logan 💙

-ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT WHEN YOU ASK HIM FOR HELP WITH WRITERS BLOCK

-Obviously calm and collected on the outside but on the inside he is so darn happy

-It just makes him feel very important and will take it very seriously

-He’ll research various topics with you, look at art/pictures, take notes of things, etc.

-Expect so. much. info dumping.

-But hey it really does help with drumming up some good ideas

-By the end of it, you’ll have like more than 5 pages worth of notes to help you with your writers block

-He’ll somehow even throw out MORE ideas as he helps you write whatever it is that you’re writing

-Literally a human grammarly so he’s always pointing out where you can improve your grammar

-Likes to compliment certain parts of your work in order to keep you motivated tho

-If you drink coffee, your both probably buzzing off of the amount of caffeine you guys drank during the reasearch

🍪 Patton 🍪

-At first he’ll ask, “what’s writers block?”

-Once you explain it tho, he’ll try drumming up any ideas on how to help

-I feel like his idea of getting you inspired will be stuff like, talking a walk to maybe help clear your head or baking/ cooking something for you

-Probably takes you to his room hoping that all the nostalgic stuff he has in it will help

-He’s trying his best lol

-He’ll probably get distracted with the things in his room and has to be constantly reminded of the task at hand

-Somehow that helps?? Like seeing him organically do stuff and not trying to help you get inspired, helps with the writers block

-With Patton it just really depends if he does or says something that somehow triggers inspiration

-Gives you cookies and milk as you work once you get past writers block

💜 Virgil 💜

-Once you ask him, you both probably sit on his bed trying to think of something

-Till Virgil suggests you listen to some music that will help you

-He puts on ALL his favorite albums

-Puts on Paramore, MCR, Evanescence, and probably the soundtrack of his favorite musicals/movies

-Probably suggests watching some movies to hopefully get inspired

-Tries not to panic when it doesn’t seem to work

-But it does work since you both end up talking in depth about the movies and songs

-It ends up being a veryyyyy long conversation since he’s very passionate about his interests

-And you love listening to him

-Once you sit down and get to work on the thing you wanna write, he’s there sitting with you to help bounce ideas off one another

-Kinda like Logan, will be vibrating from the amount of coffee he’s drank

-Once you asked him to help with writers block, he helped you through the whole day

-And I mean, the whole day

-You’re just both very relieved you finally got through writers block

🐍 Janus 🐍

-“You must be truly desperate to come to me for help.”

-Ok Loki nobody asked for ur opinion

-Will reluctantly help (he would love to help he’s just being janus. he’s actually jumping with joy on the inside that you asked him for help)

-He’ll probably try telling you stories that are completely made up to hopefully get ur creative juices flowing

-Yes he goes through the effort to make up stories to tell you

-Probably will take you to the library to help research various topics

-Why not just look it up? Bc he likes the quiet atmosphere

-Not at all bc he wants to put actual effort into helping you

-He’s gonna be a diva about it tho

-Surprisingly is very keen on helping you get motivated and when you think about giving up, he simply won’t allow it

-He gets you up and running

-Probably promises to get you something as a reward for getting through writers block

-One of the few times he’s not actually lying

-Once you do come up with an idea, he’ll probably make little sassy remarks about your work

-Know he doesn’t actually mean it, he just says it on instinct

-Oh and your reward? He can’t bring himself to give it to you in person so he just leaves it somewhere he knows you’ll find it

💚 Remus 💚

-Oh gosh, you almost regret asking him for help with writers block

-Bc he will go into gremlin mode and just do the most out of pocket things ever

-“To help your creative - and other- juices flow!!” he says

-Immediately gets hit upside the head for that little comment

-But, anyways, if you need help writing some messed up stuff or something; he’s the best guy for the job

-Just imagine him being as extra as Roman but much more…disturbing

-He won’t stop making dirty jokes/comments through the whole thing

-But he surprisingly does a good job at helping you out with writers block

-Of course you both will most likely get sidetracked bc Remus is being Remus

-Just know you you’ll be both disturbed but entertained when it comes to asking Remus for help

[hughiecampbelle]

Hard To Love (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,210

Inspired By: Puke by Ava Maybee I loveeeee this song

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: This is definitely for therapy lol I hope no one minds. Ya gurl feels very unlovable atm. Idk. It stems from something someone said to me once, someone who is supposed to love me unconditionally, they said I am hard to love. Of course I forgive them, I love them, but it still stings y'know? Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Is there something wrong with me? You don't know if you’ve spoken the words or only thought about them. Either way he rocks you both back and forth, arms around you, hushing your fears. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat rapid, playing a tune you can’t quite name. Is there? There must be. Some innate, genetic wrongdoing. Something must be missing from you to make you this way. Sensitive. Forgotten. An easy target. They shoot their arrows into you, through you, but you always come crawling back. Always. The pain, the blood loss, the look in their eyes, none of that matters. You don’t matter. They know they can do whatever they want and you’ll cling to them like a lost child. Because they’re your family. Because they’re supposed to love you unconditionally. But they don’t. And that is not a fault on their part, but your own. You have done something to make them hate you, you have done something to make them turn on you, it is all your fault. You’ve seen them love others the way you have wanted to be loved. You have seen them be so caring, so devoted, so in love with someone it breaks you into pieces. It threatens to undo your very soul. There is something about you that is so undeserving, so unlovable, so broken that they could never fathom treating you that way. They could never see you as something to care for, to give a second thought. 

Is it my fault? No, he fights back, no, no, never. But he’s wrong, biased, blinded. You’ve done a good job fooling him. Everything is. Right? Everything, everyone’s emotions, their well-being, it’s all on you. You take care of them. You heal their wounds. You dry their eyes. And in return, you get nothing. You are forgotten. His arms grow tight around you, together, stronger, as if he thinks holding you will keep your brokenness from showing. Pieces of you slide off his lap, shattering against the ground. You want to fight against him, against his word, but you’re too tired. Exhausted. Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall. It can’t be like this every time. You question why you come crawling back every time, hind legs wounded, but you do it. The moment they give you a second of attention, you forget everything that has ever happened. Every unkind word. Every look. Every comment. It sticks into your hair like gum. You are so hard to love. A direct quote. Spoken to you in a moment of fury, of anger. Does that make it any easier to swallow? Does it make it any better knowing it was spoken out of frustration? No. The anger bites back, chewing you to bits and pieces. It is the hard truth, the thing that needed to be said. He knows the sensation, that sinking feeling in the pit of your chest, the expectations you’ve been carrying for this single moment deflating, dying in your arms. 

Why am I so hard to love? You whimpered through the bathroom door. What, what are you talking about? He jiggled the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. You sat with your back against the door, not letting him in. You wanted to, no you needed to be alone. To cry this out. I can’t help you if you won’t let me in. You didn’t want his help though, you didn’t feel worthy of it. You deserved to be alone, to feel alone. You were a burden, a hindrance, something people didn’t want alone. You kept running through the list in your head, all the reasons, the myriad of explanations. If they picked one, just one, maybe you could change it. Fix it. Fix you. Make yourself into something deserving of love. You pressed your face into your crossed arms, feeling small. Insignificant. He slid down to your level, speaking quietly, tenderly. You know whatever they said or did, it’s not on you. No one who loves someone would hurt them like this. Like his father. Like your family. You just shrugged, knowing he can’t see. You weren’t sure why you listened to them, why you let it get under your skin, it just did. Too sensitive, they called it, as if it were a bad thing. As if it were another reason to disregard your tears, your feelings. You never should have gone home, but you missed it, the idea of home. This grand notion that things would be different, they would be different. You always do. Hopeful, he calls it. Fucking stupid, you correct. It's naive of you to think they’d ever change, ever soften, ever share the same heart as you do. As soon as you go back you remember why you left, why you built this little life with him in your home, why you came home crying every time. 

Maybe he should have warned you. He didn’t want to dampen the mood. Roman could see how excited you were, proud to show yourself and all your achievements, no matter how small. Naming every relative, how much you missed them, how long it’s been since you’ve seen them. Maybe he should have gone with you, protected you, becoming your human shield. It wouldn’t have mattered. You wouldn’t have let him get hurt like that. They were smart in their cruelty, knowing just the right insecurities, the right buttons to push to shatter who you are inside. He watched you try on countless outfits, worried they wouldn’t like what you chose, worried you wouldn’t make the best impression. It didn’t matter what you chose in the end, they had enough choice words about your body regardless. Y/n, will you let me in? He asked softly, not moving. You let the question hang in the air, sniffling, letting yourself relax, take deep breaths. He checked your bedroom, the couch, kitchen, every nook and cranny where you might try to hide. This always happens. The disappearing act, the lack of self-worth, the hatred turn in on yourself. It’s them you should be mad at, but you can’t be. You love them too much. You need them too much to think harshly of them. The handle turns, the door creaking open. He moves with open arms which you fall into.  He doesn’t have any jokes to make it better, anything to lighten the mood, he knows better than that. Now, you need comfort. You need soothing and reassurance. Your head against his chest, the rest of you heavy with grief. You go back every time because you want to be loved the way you’re supposed to, the way all the songs and shows and movies promise you: unconditionally. And every time you’re disappointed. Because your life, this life, isn't a movie. It doesn’t have a happy ending. It just keeps going despite the heartache, despite the pain. It threatens to collapse in on you, cave in, when it gets bad. There’s no such thing as unlovable, he says to you, to himself, to the universe. Discarded like a kicked puppy. He can handle it from his father, Gerri, everyone, but you? You don’t deserve that. There’s no such thing as unlovable, he’s sure of it.

[frickingnerd]

honor amongst thieves

pairing: roman torchwick x gn!reader

summary: during a heist, you run into a fellow criminal. but that one doesn't seem as bad as the others...

tags: thief!reader, rivals to friends, working together, roman calling reader '(my) friend', platonic/romantic implications

“i hadn't expected to run into someone here of all places~!”

the voice of a man echoed through the almost empty building that you had broken into, making you flinch. in a matter of seconds, you had pulled your gun and whipped around, glaring at the man the voice belonged to. but the redhead in front of you only smiled smugly.

“lower your weapon, friend. i am on your side!”

the man slowly approached you, until he grabbed your weapon and slowly pushed it down. you hesitated, but ended up putting it back into its holster.

“who are you?”

your question made the man chuckle.

“just a fellow thief, after the same good as you, i suppose~” he said. “but if you're asking for a name, it's roman torchwick”

roman seemed overly confident, giving away his name to a stranger, a fellow criminal, who he had just caught breaking into a building. he really must believe he'd never get caught, even with his name and face revealed.

“well then, roman… i was here first, so i hate to inform you that you'll have to go home empty handed~”

you huffed at the man and turned away. you couldn't waste any more time chit chatting with that guy. you could get caught any minute and you didn't plan on testing your luck!

“i don't want to fight you, but i'm not leaving empty handed. soo, how about we split the loot?”

you hesitated at his request. but you knew you couldn't carry everything out of here by yourself. perhaps, letting him have some of the loot wouldn't be so bad.

“fine, but if you end up betraying me, you'll live to regret it–!”

roman chuckled and nodded as you warned him.

“i would never betray a fellow thief. especially not one as generous as you, my friend~!”

[caramelcleopatraa]

GIANNA'S ROOM

word count: 1.2k

x: heyyoo. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago, and I didn't know where I wanted this to go, so I'm excited to see if y'all like this one or not. causeeee I can make part 2 "Roman's Room" which is already planned out :p. anyways hope you guys enjoy (excuse any errors you see of course) and please leave comments. I love comments.

content: He’s a wrestler. She’s a pornstar. They were never meant to meet, but Gianna wanted to ride, so he let her. Roman Reigns x Gianna, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk, masturbation, exchange of videos and pictures

“Thank you guys so much for watching. I’ll see you guys next stream,” Gianna says seductively, blowing a kiss at her viewers. Another successful day, and a hefty bag gust from two hours of work. She was so glad that her roommate, Amara, was non judgemental when it came to her occupation. There’s such a negative view on sex workers, and she was worried she’d be stuck with a roommate who wouldn't respect her, but she lucked out big time. She even offered to be in multiple videos with Gianna when money was tight, which led to Amara creating a OnlyFans account of her own. 

1 Notification from: Anonymous

Normally, she shrugged off private messages because they usually lead to personalized requests, which is something she doesn't do. But she gets intrigued once she reads the message preview.

Anonymous Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for….

‘1000?’ She clicks on the notification and reads the full message.

Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for just a quick video.

‘1000 dollars is a lot for a short video.’

EroticMedusa I don't normally take requests, but that offer is too good to deny.

Anonymous I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll go ahead and send the payment through if you want to do the video.

EroticMedusa Sure! Anything in particular you want me to do? I’m here for your pleasure, sir. :)

Anonymous Whatever makes you feel comfortable sweetheart. Need some inspiration?

EroticMedusa If you don't mind. :)

Anonymous Of course sweetheart. [2 Attachments]

She clicks the first picture and her jaw drops to the floor. Saying that he was attractive was an understatement. He’s big. For fucking sure. His wavy hair dangled down from the top of the picture. Pearly white teeth, salt and pepper beard, broad shoulders, big arms and big hands, a large tattoo that covered his right pec and covered his entire right arm, prominent chest, defined torso, thick thighs, and he was hung. She was practically drooling from the picture alone. What didn’t he have? She exited out of the picture and clicked on the video next. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen.

He held his phone in his hand, keeping the phone at the perfect angle to capture his beautiful body. She could hear chuckling as he slowly stroked himself for her. “Look what you do to me baby.” God, his voice. If his body wouldn't do it, his voice definitely would. She was glad that she had free time today to make the video, because she was already turned on from the picture he sent. “Wish you were here with me sweetheart, I’d make you cum all night” He tightens his fist, fucking up into his hand. “Want you to suck this dick so bad, baby. Need to feel those lips around my dick.” She bit her bottom lip, unconsciously grabbing her breasts and bucking her hips. “Damn, I'm finna cum for you. Ahhh shit!” She watched closely as strings of cum leaked from his tip, his head leaned back and his chest heaving from the intense orgasm he had. He stroked himself a few more times, creating squelching from his release dripping over his hands. What she would give to lick him clean.

EroticMedusa Damn daddy, that was so sexy.

Anonymous I’m glad you like it.

EroticMedusa I loved it! Your body looks soo good! And your voice made me so horny daddy.

Anonymous Ever had a stranger make you feel like that?

EroticMedusa No, only you.

Anonymous Good girl.  Making me horny again the way you’re talking to me.

EroticMedusa I wish I could've been there to lick you clean. I’m so wet imagining it. I’m making the video right now! Give me a few minutes.

Anonymous Take your time.

Gianna propped her phone up after sending her last message, making sure she was capturing all of the right angles and pressed record. She grabbed her favorite vibrator from her nightstand drawer and positioned herself in front of the camera. She could see herself glistening from her phone. She waved at the camera and giggled before playing with her breasts. Grabbing and tugging at her nipples, bucking her hips again and moaning softly. She imagines his hands replacing hers. “I’m so horny for you, daddy,” She says, spreading her legs to show him her delectable pussy. She was glistening even more now, if that was possible. The hand that wasn’t focused on her breast, teases her folds, and the hand that was on her breast, reached to grab her vibrator.

“I want that dick daddy,” she says, pressing the button on her vibrator placed on her sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut and enjoying the sensation. She imagined him burying his face between her legs, dragging his tongue along her pussy. How he would lick and suck on her clit. How he would make her come on his tongue, and keep going. All of these fantasies were only making her more excited. “Fuck, I want you so bad daddyy. I wish you were here right now.” Her chest bobbed up and down, her ragged breaths mixed in with whiny and desperate moans. The picture and video that he sent earlier was crystal clear in her mind. His deep moans and dirty talk repeated in her head while the vibrator stayed stationary on her clit. “Shiiit- ugh. Feels so fucking good.” 

Her back arched as her moans got louder. She was for sure making a mess on the bed and disturbing her neighbors. She didn’t care though. God she needed to cum. Between the video he sent her and the conversation they had, there was nothing she was more focused on than undoing herself. Her spare hand grabbed at the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of her head in euphoric pleasure of the orgasm that was fastly building. “aaah- i’m gonna cum f’r you,” she says, her slurred words that accompanied the light buzzing of the vibrator. Her thighs shook violently as she screamed out pleas and exclaims of pleasure. She turned off the vibrator, working quick circles on her clit, overstimulating herself. Her legs stayed open, displaying the beautiful mess she made on herself and her silk sheets. She grabs her phone, bringing it closer to her cunt, giving him a front row seat. “Would you lick it up, daddy?” She giggles softly, pressing the red button to stop the recording. She sends the video to him, taking a deep breath.

EroticMedusa Here you go, big guy 😘 [1 Attatchment]

‘Shit, that was amazing.’ If he was willing to stick around, she could pump out content in no time.

She cleans herself up minutes later, wrapping herself in her silk robe that matched her sheets. Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, and she quickly unlocked her phone, anxious for his response. And she got just that.

Anonymous God damn baby [1 Attatchment]

She could make another video just from the picture alone. His head was leaned back, showing off his adam’s apple. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat with droplets dripping down his chest. Streams of cum drip down his shaft, down to his balls. She would have loved to see what he looked like while he stroked himself to her video.

Anonymous Can I see you?

EroticMedusa See me? What are you trying to do, sir? 😏

Anonymous I’m tryna give you the best dick down you’ll ever have.

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2

[muttsupreme]

LIPSTICK ON ROMAAAAANNNNNNNNN

him w this hair in s1……ROMAAAANNNN!!!!! bring back ur s1 hair and my life is yours..

I’ve written so many drafts previously (um obviously not here but privately) about Roman using your lipstick/lipgloss and most frequently, your chapstick.

It starts with him wanting to smell like you; vanilla lip masks that look way too sticky but he tries a little on his fingertip and rubs it on very lightly after you leave your desk. Shiv’s face scrunches up when she sees him with a glossy lip for the first time since she let him borrow her Polly Pocket makeup kit when they were kids (her mom got it for her before it was even released, and assumed she’d be so excited; she was not).

Shiv will make some snide quip, privately for once.

“Uhh, did you…just come back from Sephora, or…?”

“What?” He immediately goes on high-alert, higher defense, and realizes that it must be glossy, the fucking lip mask bullshit that smells like warm vanilla and cookies and tastes like pure sugar when he stupidly licks his lips without thinking (or maybe to hope, y’know, that your spit is in it, so it’s indirect kissing). “Oh - fuck you, do you want chapped, dry, disgusting lips? Because some of us don’t want to look like ogres, Fiona.”

“Hey, I was just asking,” she says in a higher pitch with a dismissive chuckle. She doesn’t mention it again; she recognized the smell, who that smell usually follows. Roman’s wary of her from then on, for weeks.

Next time, he’s going through your bag that you refuse to unpack, because it’s only a weekend trip and then you’re going somewhere else immediately after. Why unpack when you’re gonna repack the next day?

He sees stuff, tons of stuff. Sniffs sweaters when you turn around. He’s got your blanket pulled out already, draped across the bed and him, laying on his side looking at you as you get ready for bed in the ensuite bathroom, door open so he can continue making fun of your regiment and the things you’ve packed.

From your purse nearby, or your makeup bag, he picks up a lipstick (I imagine Diorelita). It opens with a quiet ‘pop’ that you recognize and turn around to see him looking attentively at the color.

“Think it suits me?”

“Mmh, maybe. Wanna see?” You reply with a grin, watching him get a little shy on you.

“C’mere,” you encourage him, sitting on his lap as he leans against the headboard, your lipstick in hand. “Lemme make you pretty.”

He lets you, and you’re shocked he’s staying so still. When you’re done, you snarkily - but entirely jokingly - say, “Now what do we say?”

“Fuck you? Thank you, for…making me pretty,” and he does, he’s very, very pretty with that color on, and you did very well gliding it on evenly. He leans up to kiss you just as you lean down to kiss him; the lipstick smears onto your lips.

“Roro - your lipstick’s getting on me,” you try to rub it off, unsexily. You don’t really have to be sexy around him, it’s one of your favorite things.

“Um, it’s your lipstick, I’m just…temporarily borrowing it,” he huffs defensively. His heart literally does fucking cartwheels when you call him that stupid, almost maternal nickname. “Just come here - shut the fuck up, stop complaining. I’d lick the lipstick off you if you’d just get a little - closer.”

“Aw, romantic boy,” you coo, kissing him sweetly and feeling his tongue stick out, lapping at your lips, making good on his promise like a little puppy. When you’re almost positive he must be done, you pull away, but he’s not having it.

“Whoa - slow your fucking roll, you’re not going anywhere, you look…you look like a clown, lipstick’s still all over everywhere,” he says, trying to get you to come back instead of going back to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure, not positive but willing to bet, that he’s lying and you have no lipstick left anywhere on your face.

“I’ll come back,” you reassure with a whisper; you hate to leave him alone when he’s being so sweet, with such pretty makeup on. “Aww, pretty baby,” you can’t stop yourself from cooing at the unintentionally pouty look on his face, one he’d be humiliated by if he saw. You give him a chaste peck.

“Jesus, give me a second to brush my teeth and pee and I’ll be back. Promise.”

“Yeah, but then you won’t taste like you, you’ll taste like…mint and tap water,” he complains. There’s no pleasing him, other than you being beside him at all times.

Okay whatever that’s just two of my many one billion ideas of Romulus and his obsession with…….indirectly kissing you, being pretty for you, being close to you, and um, your lips in general. I could and might write another little thought-post about his obsession with your lips and stuff, who knows. I’m feeling romantical (‘roman’ being the main part of the word).

[richeeduvie]

Sick or injured Roman drabble if you’re up for writing that?

Sickly Stick Roman Roy x DAB!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

Roman coughs like a Victorian child. It's purposefully pitiful, but that isn't saying much considering your soft nothing of a man is almost always pitiful. You wipe his forehead, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Temp's 101. Your childhood immune system is back."

You watch his brows furrow. That got him, just a simple call back to the small, small boy he was - in those big, big glasses. You're in the mood to remember something cute.

"Baby. You fucking baby. Fuck off-" He hacks, this time you don't think it's for him to cry out, it's the pain in his throat. You smile. "Wanna suck me off? I think I can pretend I'm...dead. I think I am."

"I'm not going to rape your pretend-corpse, Rome."

Roman's brows furrow more in the way they do when he's about to cry, but you thinks that's just frustration. A whine along the lines of his face. It tingles on your skin.

"Why not?"

A vocal whine. Roman, Roman, Roman. Fucking whiner, but so sickly. Perfect.

"Because you have a sickly stick. I don't want to touch you."

You lean in and over, nose touching his. The sweat presses into your forehead. Roman blinks harshly.

"I don't want to touch temporary filth because of course it'd be you who brings the flu in our home."

Roman blinks harshly once more, that tenseness - embarrassment on the pulling line of his mouth, his heavy breathing, it's fuel. It's you pushing more. It's you wanting to take care of him, and you will take care of him in the conventional sense, in a minute.

"...But you're touching me now?"

"Oh, you're a genius, aren't you? Glad you figured, even in delirium. Good boy."

Roman stares...then blinks.

You smile in complete bliss.

"Do you want chicken soup?"

Your hand slips down. There's the fondling and groping of his cock over his pajama shorts. He nods, you'd think he'd be eager if he wasn't so shameful, but you'll take it. You'll take it well.

Roman nods. He swallows.

"Are you going to like-" He clears his throat. "Like...actually take care of me?"

You smile down at the genuine question - it's thrown on his face, that worry, the word 'really?'. The word 'please?'

You rub his stomach. You think he keens.

"Don't I always?"

You kiss his lips and all of Roman's filthy sickness, hoping he won't recover too quickly.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Always Have, Always Will - Roman x Reader

Taking a break from my Adam Cole x Reader series to input a Roman x Reader real quick.

Timeline is kinda wonky. It’s Heel!Champion!Roman during his battles with K.O but Renee is also still there interviewing (I dunno when she left for maternity leave, so *shrug* ) And it’s after Jey’s joined Roman, too. So… idk.

If you want to be added to tag list, let me know!

Y/F/N = Your first name Y/N/N = Your nickname (like, when I wrote this, it was Magnolia/Maggie)

Also— no hate meant towards Galina <3

Word Count: 3,010

TAGS @shedevil22 @amourseculier  @wwequeen-edits-blog @regalbanshee @wwequeensbeeblog

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Food in catering was always hit and miss. Sometimes they had really good choices—and then sometimes they sucked.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The plate in my hand only had two things currently on it, but I knew it wouldn’t be near enough for myself and Roman.

A soft smile graced my face as I thought of my boyfriend. We had known each other for a long time now, almost eight years. We had met back in FCW—I had been a valet for Seth. Roman was a sweet guy, charming—and very easy on the eyes; however I was still pretty young back then—and he had been in a relationship with Galina. Over the years, however, Roman and I had grown close—and the relationship with Galina had seemingly fizzled to nothing. At first, he had seemed hesitant to take our friendship to the next level—his flirtations uncertain. However, after many pep talks and un-solicited advice from both Seth and Dean, Roman had finally taken the chance.

That was three years ago.

The two of us had been through quite a bit in those years. Championship wins—championship losses; turmoil between friends (and brothers); injuries and illness; happy memories—sad memories; thousands of miles traveled together.

I wouldn’t change any second of it for anything in the world.

“Hey girl— you been smilin’ to yourself for a good couple minutes now,” Jey smirked as he slid up next to me, his eyes roaming the available food options,” Care to share?”

“Hey Jey,” I laughed,” Just… thinking. About the past couple years.”

“They been interesting, that’s for damn sure,” Jey agreed, picking up a wheat biscuit and turning it over in his hand before frowning and putting it back down.

“That it has,” I nodded, before noticing he was in his ‘ring gear’,” You got a match coming up?”

“Hmm? Oh, nah nah. I’ll just be watching Kev’s match later on… closely.”

“I see,” I chuckled,” Well, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Aww- you do care about me,” Jey gently punched my upper arm,” I appreciate it though. I’m gonna get goin’. You watch yourself, ‘kay?”

“I will. Catch you later, Jey.”

He disappeared out of catering, leaving me once again to the poor excuses of food choices. I picked up the wheat biscuit that Jey had just toyed with, turning it over in my own hand before placing it on the plate as well. As my eyes roamed the table once again, I felt shivers run down my spine—instantly on alert. And apparently for good reason.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Roman got you fetching his food now, too? What a sexist punk.”

“What do you want, Kevin?” I rolled my eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to just leave me alone.

“Ease up princess. I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Reigns’ sour attitude is rubbing off on you—it doesn’t do you any favors. Makes you ugly—” Kevin frowned, his eyes roaming over me before grimacing,”—Rather, uglier.”

“You’re not going to accomplish anything—insulting me. Roman won’t fall for your childish—”

“Childish what–? Nothing childish here, except your little boyfriend,” Kevin interrupted as he crossed his arms.

My jaw twitched in frustration, refusing to look at him.

“What’s the matter princess? Pissed off?” Kevin asked,” Good! Maybe Roman will grow a pair and meet me out in the ring later tonight. Probably not.”

“Keep running your mouth—Roman will kick your ass. Again!”

With such an intensity that it took me by surprise, Kevin reached out and slapped the plate from my hands. The contents scattered across the floor as I looked to him in shock, my eyes wide.

If we were being perfectly honest—I felt fear as well.

Kevin pointed a finger in my face, his own red with anger,” Listen here, you little—”

“Back off the lady,” a strong Scottish voice demanded, as the tall Drew McIntyre suddenly came into view. He stood between myself and Kevin, looking down at the shorter man and glaring at him.

“What are you even doing here, McIntyre? You’re on Raw—not Smackdown. Go home—we don’t want you here,” Kevin sniped back.

“I was asked here by the General Manager,” Drew explained, crossing his arms in front of him,” Now—are we gonna have a problem ‘ere?”

I saw Kevin briefly glance around Drew towards me, before scoffing,” Nah- no problem. She’s more trouble than she’s worth. Word of advice though—don’t fall for her innocent act. Y/N– tell Roman I’ll be seeing him.”

With that, Kevin walked out of catering and disappeared down the hallway, as Drew turned and looked at me. As soon as his hazel eyes met my y/e/c- I quickly looked down. Seeing the food on the floor, I ducked down and began picking it up. I was barely aware of Drew kneeling down beside me until his larger hand was placed on one of my much smaller ones.

“You don’t have ta do that lass,” Drew told me softly.

“I-if I don’t… who will?”

“At least let me help ya then.”

“You don’t have to!” I insisted, looking up into his eyes.

“If I don’t, who will?” he asked, using my own words against me, a gentle smirk on his face. A few moments later, after most of the food had been picked back up and thrown in the garbage- I reached for another plate before Drew gently took my hand in his.

“Why are you doin’ this for him lass?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fetchin’ him food—he’s a grown ass man—”

“Yeah, he is. And I’m a grown ass woman,” I frowned, yanking my hand away from him,” I choose to get Roman food—he’s a busy man. A busy Champion—something I think you could relate to. Besides, the food’s not just for him, it’s for me too.”

“I’ve watched Smackdown lass—I’ve seen how he’s changed. That title’s changed him,” Drew told me, his voice soft,” You’re a smart girl, y/n/n. I don’t want to see ya get hurt.”

“I appreciate the concern, but it’s not needed. Roman has never hurt me—and he never will. I believe in him—I always have, always will.”

“Ya need someone that’ll love you the way you deserve,” Drew murmured, his eyes boring into mine,” Be careful with yourself, Love.”

With that, Drew walked off—leaving me standing in catering alone with only my thoughts.

Later that night, I was walking through the hallway backstage on my way to Roman’s locker room—stopping when I heard someone call out my name.

“Y/N/N—excuse me, Y/N/N—can I get a moment?” Turning around, I saw Renee and a cameraman quickly walking up towards me.

“Renee, I really don’t—”

“Just a small moment, I just want to get your thoughts on what happened earlier, between you and Kevin Owens.”

With a sigh, I crossed my arms in front of me,” Alright—but quick, please. I’ve gotta be somewhere.”

“Of course—how are you holding up after that altercation with Kevin Owens?”

“I’m fine—I mean, yeah, I’ll admit. I was a bit afraid of what Owens might do. There’s a lot of animosity between him and Roman right now. Owen’s will do anything to get under Roman’s skin—or, rather, try to.”

“Will Roman confront Kevin Owens for what he done earlier?”

“That’s exactly what Owens wants- which is exactly why Roman—”

The clearing of a throat interrupted what I was going to say. Looking over my shoulder, I instantly groaned in annoyance as I saw Paul Heyman slinking up to where Renee and I stood.

“What…. Do we have going on here?” Heyman asked, one arm supporting the other by the elbow, pointing with his other hand between us.

“Renee just had some questions about earlier—”

“Questions? So… she was interviewing you?” Heyman asked, clarifying the situation, before asking,” Did Roman approve of this little interview?”

“Well—I mean, no—but it’s just some questions about—” I began, before being interrupted once more.

“The Head of the Table will not be pleased about this—I assure you now,” Heyman sighed,” The last thing I want is for you to get into trouble with Roman, honestly. I like you Y/N/N—I really do. I respect the relationship you’ve held with Roman over the years.”

His blatant lies only irritated me further and all I wanted to do was slap him across the face. Several times. With a brick.

But I held back. He was helping Roman—and Roman kept him around for his own reasons. I had to respect that.

“That being said- any further questions that you have Renee—can be directed to me.”

“Well, I—I guess…” Renee hesitated,” Aside from the altercation with Kevin Owens, we saw that Drew McIntyre seemed to have some advice for you Y/N/N. What’s your thoughts on what he had to say?”

“Drew—” I began, before Heyman cut me off once again.

“Drew McIntyre has no business on Smackdown. This—is Roman Reigns’ yard. If he doesn’t want put in his place, then he’ll keep out of business that has nothing to do with him. Kevin Owens—he’ll get what’s coming to him, at the discretion of the Big Dog. Now, if that’s all.”

It was a question—even Renee could tell.

Heyman leaned towards me,” We… should go see Roman. He’ll want to talk to you about… this.”

Of course—he was going to spin this against me. Try and get Roman angry enough with me—to what? Break up with me? It was no secret among the rest of the locker room that Heyman and I didn’t like one another. Hell, even Roman knew how it was between Heyman and myself—but anytime we started bickering, a look from Roman instantly quieted us both.

Wordlessly, I followed Heyman through the backstage area for a few moments until we reached a door embellished with a golden plaque that read ‘Roman Reigns’.

Heyman gave a few quick knocks on the door, waiting for Roman to give the verbal okay to enter, before he ushered me into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Sir, I do hate to bring any bad news, especially when it concerns Y/N/N—”

Roman’s attention suddenly landed on us, as he looked up from the paper before him. His eyes were cold, calculating—but concerned, as well. Heyman probably didn’t see that part, even I barely caught it.

“—She was In the midst of an interview when I came upon her. Renee was asking her about an earlier altercation with Kevin Owens and the interaction with Drew McIntyre that followed. I understand that there is a relationship between the two of you, so I do believe that the punishment shouldn’t be so severe, not like with Jey. How—”

“Punishment?” I recoiled, glaring at Heyman as Roman leaned back in his chair,” Are you kidding me?! It was simple questions—about me. Nothing to do with Roman. I shouldn’t need approval for something like that. You honestly think that Roman will punish me for something so trivial?”

“Not only did you have an unapproved interview—but you and Drew McIntyre’s blatant flirtations backstage did not go unnoticed.”

“Flirtations?! He was making sure I was okay after Owen’s got up in my face! He was being a gentleman—nothing more!” I exclaimed, standing in Heyman’s face; I was livid, continuing,” Drew flirts—it’s what he does. It’s a European thing I guess—hell if I know. All you care about though, is yourself Heyman. If something doesn’t fit the picture you see—then you skew it and make it fit. You don’t care what lies you have to tell or what lives you have to ruin—but I’ll be damned it you come between—”

“Y/N/N.”

Roman’s deep voice interrupted me, causing me to glance away from Heyman for a second. I could tell Roman wasn’t happy—and there was a glint of something unfamiliar in his eyes.

“Paul,” Roman breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers,” Leave us for a bit.”

“Right, of course Sir. I’ll be right outside—”

“Take a walk.”

“Oh, uhm. Of course, Sir. As you wish.”

As he turned towards the door, I didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips—and it only pissed me off more. Balling up my fist as I took a step towards him, I readied a strike—until—

“Y/F/N,” Roman’s stern voice rang through the room, making me freeze in place. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I clenched and unclenched my hand as the door closed, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Why must you two always do that?” Roman asked, his slate gray eyes on me.

“I don’t like him—never have. Never will.”

“I know,” Roman gave a chuckle, his cold demeanor briefly disappearing. I looked over my shoulder and saw Roman smiling softly at me. He lifted his hand and motioned me over, patting his thigh for me to sit on.

I walked over and gently sat down, allowing him to pull my legs up into his lap as he wrapped an arm around them to secure me closer to his body. The warmth he radiated was always welcome—I tended to get cold easier than most. I rest my head against his shoulder and just took a moment to enjoy the quiet time alone with Roman.

“What’d Owens say earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Nothing- don’t worry—”

“Babygirl,” Roman shook his head, looking down towards me,” He comes at me—I can handle that, it don’t bother me. But he went at you—and that’s not okay with me.”

“He just—” I thought back to what had been said, realizing it wasn’t much after all,”—He said your sour attitude was rubbing off on me, that you wouldn’t grow a pair and meet him in the ring later. When I said you’d kick his ass again, he—he smashed the plate in my hands to the ground. Kinda took me by surprise. Makes me glad Drew did show up… I honestly don’t know what he would have done if Drew hadn’t happened by.”

“He got physical with you?” Roman demanded, sitting up straight and staring at me.

“Well, I mean—not really, he just—”

I felt like Roman was staring into my soul, and as I sighed deeply I just let the fight go.

“—Yes. He got physical with me.”

Instantly, Roman gently slid me off his lap and stood—beginning to pace near the desk. I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

“That son’f’bitch—I’m gonna kill him. Kick his ass and then kill him. He had no right going after you! This is between him and me! That little punk ass—”

As much as I adored his rambling sometime, I knew he was in a dark mindset, so I placed myself in front of him—cutting off his pacing. He looked down at me—but I knew he was looking right through me. Slowly, I placed my hands on his torso, bringing him back to earth.

“Ro.”

At the sound of my voice, he seemed to gather himself—focusing on me once again.

“Kick his ass all you want—but please, baby, don’t get in trouble. If they suspend you—or fire you? Then I’m here. All alone.”

“Can’t have that,” he murmured, pulling me closer to him in a tight hug.

“No, we can’t,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close.

It was times like these that I cherished most—because it reminded me that, despite the world seeing him as this cold, uncaring monster, he was still my Roman. My kind, loving—sometimes goofy—Samoan Prince Charming.

“What did McIntyre want?”

“Pretty much just making sure Owen’s didn’t try anything further, made sure I was okay,” I told Roman, pausing before adding,” He also warned me that I needed someone different. Someone that would love me the way I deserved to be.”

It was quiet for a moment, before I heard Roman whisper,” He’s right…”

I shook my head as much as I could against his chest,” No, he’s not. Nobody realizes the love that we truly share, Ro. No one sees you back here—moments like this? All they see is the uncaring, rough asshole that you are out there. They don’t realize—that you’re still the tender, caring, kind-hearted, loyal Big Dog you’ve always been. But I see it. Every day, when we wake up in the morning; when we’re in the car on the way to the arena; when it’s just you and I in here because you sent Heyman scurrying away on some ridiculous errand.”

He scoffed a bit, chucking,” Gotta get rid of him somehow.”

“And I’m so glad that you do,” I laughed, looking up at him, adding the most sincere tone I could,” I love you, Roman. Always have—always will.”

“I love you to, Baby girl. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me- no doubt.”

He leaned down at pressed a kiss to my forehead, before walking us over to the large reclining chair. He sat down first, then carefully pulled me down with him, holding me close as he could.

“What would the Head of the Table like?”

“Right now?” he asked me; I gave him a nod, so he continued, a loving twinkle in his eye,” Just sit here with me, Baby girl. Just… stay with me for a bit.”

“Anything for you, Ro,” I whispered, leaning my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes blissfully.

Times like this—I wouldn’t trade for nothing.

Times like this—I knew exactly where I belonged.

Right here, with Roman.

[uunromanticized]

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