#joe anoa'i x black reader

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Roman Reigns - Back Home

18+ smut, fluff

Amara was rocking her and Joe‘s 8-month old daughter Talia as she was breastfeeding her. Once she fell asleep she gently removed her nipple from her baby’s mouth before carefully placing her in the crib. Tucking her in and turning on the crib mobile Amara gently kissed her forehead before grabbing the baby monitor, quietly leaving the room.

Going downstairs she saw her other three kids playing with some toys. Two twin boys Jacob and Jake who were 6 and her oldest son Liam who was 12 "Hey my babies" she said going to them.

"Hi mommy" they all said in sync making her smile. "Liam where’s your big head daddy at?" "He’s still playing his game" he replied making her frown. He’s been playing for 6 hours now…

"This muthafucka" she whispered before going into his office/gameroom. Getting closer to the room she heard him shouting making her roll her eyes. Opening the door she saw him sitting on his chair leaning foward as his elbows were resting on his knees.

She bit her lip when she saw his tight white shirt that was out lining all his muscles and don’t get her started on the grey sweatpants and the man bun. Gah damn.

Walking over to him she made him lean back as she sat down in his lap his eyes not leaving the screen onetime. She kissed his cheek, neck before kissing his cheek again she pulled back when he barley acknowledged her presence. "Joe" no response.

"Joe” silence. "Roman" that made him snap his neck towards her and make a stank face. She never calls him Roman he hated it when she did. His head went back to the screen when he saw his player dying in COD "NOOOOOO. FUCK" he yelled making Amara Jump.

"Look look what you did. You made me die" he said as he took his headset off with a huff. "First of all you been playing this game for hours now and plus our dinner reservations are at 9:30 which is in two hours. Trinity will be on the way to pick the kids up" Amara said getting off his lap.

"Hey Uce you down for another game" they both looked at the headset on Joe's lap where Joshua’s voice was coming from. "No" Amara whispered shaking her head at Joe who picked it up and gave his wife a sheepish smile. "Yeah I’m down for another round but i gotta go after" he replied putting it back on.

Getting Annoyed she mushed her husbands head leaving. Walking out she heard the doorbell ring and sprinted knowing it was her bestie Trinity. "BEST FREN" Trinity shouted with her arms open. "BAE” Amara replied before jumping in her arms making them both laugh.

Putting her down they both walked in talking before going to the kitchen. "Shouldn’t u be getting ready" Trin asked while grabbing a drink from the fridge. "Yeah I have to take a shower and quickly do my makeup and hair, but Joe is kinda pissing me off right now"

"Oh why’s that?" Trin asked noticing the frown on her besties face. "It’s just he’s been gone for so long with work and everything and the week he’s been home all that time went towards the kids, which I’m super happy about. But it’s just me and Joe haven’t had our time in so long…i don’t know, I guess I don’t think he’s as excited to have this time together as much as I am and it’s kind of upsetting me" Explaining how she felt Trin went around the kitchen counter to hug her.

"Girl everything will be good y’all are gonna go on this nice date with good vibes, then y’all gonna go and do some love making with no distractions, okayyyyy" she hyped up making Amara laugh before Trin continued. "Okay ima take my nephews and niecy pooh now so go say bye to them and get ready and send me a Pic of your outfit, I love you" "love you too" Amara replied giving her a cheek kiss.

After saying bye to her sons and daughter she headed into the shower. Getting out she went to her walk-in closet/makeup room that was in a separate room.

Finally after an hour she was done as she was now just taking some pictures in the mirror

She looked at the time realizing it was 9:15. "Oh shit" she whispered grabbing her purse and going to the bedroom "Joe" she yelled. seeing he wasn’t there she frowned assuming he was still getting ready. Maybe he’s waiting for me downstairs she thought.

Going down she stopped in her tracks as she still heard Loud noises and shouts coming from Joes game room. "NO tf he isn’t" stomping in her heels she opened the door seeing him in the same position , same clothes, same everything.

"ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME??" She yelled making him turn back to look at her. His breath got caught in his throat seeing how gorgeous she looked before snapping back to reality. "Why are you yelli-" he about to ask before she cut him off.

"Are you serious? Look at the fucking time Joe" she said before walking away trying to hold on her tears. All she wanted was to spend time with her husband. Looking at his watch he saw it was 9:25 fuck he didn’t even realize all that time passed.

Getting up he quickly caught up to her grabbing her arm turning her around. He noticed the tears in his wife’s eyes making his chest fill with guilt and hurt. He hated seeing her upset especially if he’s the reason. "I’m sorry baby I’m so so sorry. Please don’t cry" pulling Amara into him he kissed her tears away and her face stayed motionless.

"I’ll quickly get dressed and we can get going okay, I’ll c-call them and let them know we will be late everything will be fin-" "No" she said catching him off gaurd. "No?" "I don’t wanna go anymore"

"Amara please I said I was sorry okay" "it’s always sorry with you" her saying that confused the shit outta him. "The fuck is that supposed to mean" "it means your always sorry, Joe when is the last fucking time we event spent time together Huh?" That question made him think, shit he couldn’t even remember it’s definitely been over months.

"Can’t even remember right? Joe all I wanted is for us to have this time together. The days you’ve been back we’ve barley spent time together which is okay cause u put most of it to the kids, but the times you do have free time you never want to spend it with me. Do you even love me anymore?." Her voice cracking at the end of her sentence as she tried to keep in all her emotions.

"Did you really just ask me that, Amara you are the most important person to me, I love you so much, I can’t even go a day without hearing your voice or seeing your beautiful face"

"Well it doesn’t feel like that. You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight" she said walking upstairs. Going in the room she didn’t bother changing her clothes before crawling in the bed as she cried herself to sleep. Leaving Joe alone downstairs In his thoughts.

"Amara. Amara baby wake up" Joe said peppering kisses all over his wife’s face. "Mhmm Joe what are you doing" she groaned as she sat up. Blinking she looked around the bedroom noticing rose petals all over the bedroom along with candles and a big bouquet of flowers in Joe's hand with a suit on.

"Joe" Amara whispered feeling emotional again. "Look baby I know it’s not much, but I really am sorry. Im sorry I made you feel like you weren’t important. The fact I made you feel like I don’t love you I-" he choked up feeling emotions hit him. He made his wife feel that way. The love of his life.

Leaning closer to him Amara pecked his lips and wiped away the tear that fell down his cheek. "It’s okay honey I forgive you" she said making him put his lips against her soft plump ones and kiss her passionately. "I love you so much" whispering against her lips he gave her one last peck. "I love you too"

Standing up he held his hand out for her which she gladly took as he led her downstairs, going down she noticed the trail of rose petals leading all the way to their back porch.

"Oh my god Joe no you didn’t" Amara squealed as she saw the candle lit dinner he set up. Chuckling he pulled out her chair as she sat down with a big smile on her face, before taking a seat of his own.

On que a chef walked out with a silver platter with two plates of lobster pasta as he set them down as the married couple thanked him.

"Want some wine" Joe asked as he unscrewed the bottle. "Yes please" she moaned as she took a bite of the delicious pasta. "Taste good?" Amara moaned again as she took another bite making Joe laugh as he passed a glass of wine to her.

An hour went by and the married couple were finished their food as they were both a bit buzzed off the wine as they were laughing about old stories.

"Baby you know you were hella wrong for smacking her like that" Joe laughed as he took a sip of his wine. "Hey that bitch had it coming for rubbing on yo chest like that" She said with a shrug.

They sat in a comfortable silence as Amara looked out into the view she had from their balcony. Feeling eyes on her she looked in Joe's direction as he was just staring at her.

Blushing she quickly got shy under his gaze she whispered a "what?" As he just continued to stare before speaking. "You are so beautiful Amara my god" feeling shy again she looked down and smiled.

"Come here" looking up she saw him motion her with him fingers to go over to him, standing on shaky legs she walked around the table to him as he scooted his chair back so she can sit on his lap.

Placing her sideways on his lap she wrapped her right arm around his neck. He started to kiss all over her neck making her let out a small moan. "I wanted to ask baby does that pussy still get soaking wet for me? Mhm?" He asked still kissing her everywhere.

"You know it does Joe. Oh god I missed your touch so bad" she said as she pulled him in for a kiss as he happily kissed back, lightly grabbing her jaw as they made out sloppily as both of their breathing got heavy, her pussy getting wetter by every second. Grabbing his hand Amara guided it under her dress and onto her clothed lace panties. Joe pressed down on it feeling a wet patch making him smirk into their kiss before pulling out the kiss.

"This pussy wet for me?" Amaras head went into Joe's neck nodding, she started to grind her pussy on his hand as she let out a whimper but he quickly stopped her movements. "Joe please I need you so bad" she whispered, craving her husbands touch badly.

"Come on let’s go to the room I wanna try something" he lifted her bridal style before going into their bedroom. Laying her carefully on the bed, he took off Amara's heels kissing each foot before his kisses slowly went up. Spreading her thighs he kissed the inner part of them before fully pulling away and standing up straight.

"Stand up real quick for me" listening Amara stood before Joe sat on the edge of the left side of the bed directly in front of the big body mirror that was in the bedroom. "Come here and sit" he patted his lap as his wife quickly went over to him.

As she was about to straddle him he stopped her before making her turn and sit in his lap so her back was against his chest. "I wanna see you play with that pussy" his words shocking her, but she didn’t dare say no. Listening she looked in the mirror in front of her making eye contact with Joe as she took her panties off throwing it to the side.

Keeping eye contact she grabbed the end of her dress before lifting it over her head leaving her naked on her husband who’s still fully dressed in his suit. Grabbing underneath her knees Joe spread her legs as they rested in his hands holding her in place showing off how wet her pussy was glistening with her sticky juices.

Joe kissed her neck as Amaras hands went to her breast squeezing her nipples before trailing her hand down to her pussy. Fingers going to her clit she rubbed slow but firm circles against her bud making her body jolt a little from pleasure making her moan. Putting two fingers at her entrance she pushed them in as it made a loud wet sound across the room making Joe groan from hearing it.

Biting her lip she met his eyes again her mouth slightly open as her moans fell out of them. Fingering herself faster, her messy juices started running down her ass cheeks onto her husbands lap as she felt herself coming close to finishing. Joes right hand dropped from underneath Amaras knee making it plop down as he was still holding up her left.

"Okay that’s enough" he said gripping the hand she was fingering herself with. "Joe please let me cum" trying to move her fingers again, he pulled them outta her making her whimper at the empty feeling.

Grabbing her hand he placed her fingers in his mouth sucking her juices that were on it.

Standing up he placed her on the bed her back hitting the soft covers, looking down Joe saw the front of his pants stained with his wife juices. Smiling he took off his suit jacket before unbuttoning his white dress shirt and unbuckled his belt making Amara start to rub her pussy again watching him.

He smacked her hand making her pout before taking it back. "Did I say you can touch yourself?" "No" nodding his head he continued to unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants down making his dick spring up. Amaras mouth watered seeing his thick dick as well as the pulsing feeling In her clit.

Fully stepping out his pants, he grabbed his wife’s ankles flipping her around so she was on her stomach. She let out a small scream when her husband unexpectedly picked her up so she was upside down. Dick all in her face.

"Joe what the fuck are you doin— oh shit, mhmm" she cut herself off with a moan when she felt Joe��s tongue flicking against her clit. He lifted her up more against his face, putting his tongue in her hole. That action made Amara squeal, as the blood in her body rushed to her head. She gripped on her husbands thighs from the intense pressure.

She grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. "Fuck baby go ahead put it in your mouth" his voice muffled since his mouth was still on her. Listening she put only his tip in her mouth as she sucked on it slowly. It being a little hard since she was still upside down.

As if he read her mind he gently laid on the bed so they were now in a 69 position more comfortably he shifted her on top of his face as she took him deeper down her throat making gargling sounds as she sucked him off sloppily.

Joe put two fingers in his wife making her arch her back more before licking her from her clit all the way to the crack of her ass. The feeling wasn’t foreign to her but it definitely did shock Mara every time. Moaning around him she took him out her mouth slowly stroking him and licked his balls. spit was all over her hands and his dick. "Fuck Mara I’m gonna cum" "mhmm nut in my mouth daddy"

Putting him back in her mouth she bobbed her head up and down. Feeling his nut coming he reached over and held her head down, thrusting his hips up fucking her mouth. Groaning he came down his beautiful wife’s throat, as she continued to bob her head making him sensitive. "Okay b-baby stop" not listening she continued her actions.

Grabbing her hair he pulled it roughly making her back arch and her head hang back as he pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips moving together slowly as she scooted down not breaking the kiss as her bare wet pussy rubbed against his dick.

Joe pulled away from the kiss looking at Maras face as she gave him a smile. God was she beautiful. Her make up was smudge, hair messy but somehow she still looked perfect.

Laying back down Joe grabbed two pillows putting it underneath his head before motioning his wife over. Immediately understanding she crawled over to him until her left knee was on one side of his head and the right on the other. "Sit" slowly lowering herself she tried not to put all her weight on his face.

"Jesus Mara I said sit" wrapping his arms around her thighs he pulled her down to fully sit his lips tightly around her clit making Amara gasp as she tried sitting up a bit but Joe didn’t budge. His grip tighter around her thighs. "Fuck daddy I can’t take it" Amara screamed when he started shaking his head side to side while sucking harshly on her clit.

Crying out she tried pushing his head away, running, but he easily over powered her. Lifting her by her thighs with his tongue still working on her he picked her up, laying Amara on her back, quickly putting his fingers in her as he continued to feast.

"Oh my god, Joe I can’t I can’t" "yes you can. Cum for me baby you wanna be good and cum for daddy right?" He spoke fingering her faster. "Yesssss! Mhmm. Fuck I’m Cummin" screaming her orgasm took over her body. Squirting Joe rubbed her clit vigorously, her juices splashing everywhere, the bed, on her and him.

Her chest heaved up and down with her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Hearing Joe laugh she opened her eyes confused. "What?" Pointing to her chest she looked down and saw that her breasts were leaking milk. "Holy shit" she said still breathless, "let me go wipe this of-" her sentence was cut off as Joe starting licking up the juices and milk that were on her boobs and stomach.

He was a nasty nasty man. She whimpered and grabbed the back of his head as he continued to suck on her sensitive nipples. Not him licking up their daughters food. Grabbing his dick he aligned it with his wife’s entrance. Sinking into her they both let out a moan.

Wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck he began fucking her slow but his strokes were deep and long. Fuck did he miss being inside her it’s been so long since he felt his wife’s warm, tight pussy. "Do you miss this dick baby" Joe asked his right hand around her throat gently but firmly choking her.

She tried to speak but no sound came out. "Didn’t daddy ask you a question?" She gripped his arm when he started speeding up his strokes. "Yesuuuuhh I missed this dick. I missed you being in my pussy" rotating his hips he made sure she felt every inch of him.

"Yeah? Well I missed this pussy. Gripping me so good it’s like god made you just for me" grabbing her he switched positions so that she was now on top. Placing her feet on each side of him they intertwined hands as she began bouncing on his dick slowly. Lifting up till only his tip was in before going all the way down.

Kissing him he slapped her ass urging her to go faster making clapping and wet sounds fill in the room. "Mhmm fuck I’m close daddy" Amara announced. "Me too baby me too. Cum with me" Joe scooted down a bit and gripping her ass in his hands as he fucked her from underneath making her cry out.

Her upper body fell on his so they were chest to chest. "You gonna give me another baby?" Joe asked his arms around Amaras body still fucking her as their sweaty bodies were colliding. "Yesssss! Ima give you another baby. Please nut in me"

Her words triggering his orgasm making him pull her closer to him, if that was even possible. Feeling his warm cum inside her she came shortly after her body shuttering on top of his, before slowing down their movements as they came to a complete stop.

Both leaning to each other they shared a sweet kiss. "I love you so much baby I’m so grateful to have you in my life and to have you as my wife" Joe said pushing back her hair that was falling over her face. "I love you too and I’m so grateful to have you as my husband" kissing his lips she continued.

"My tribal chief" he stopped all his movements just staring at her as she stared back. "Don’t ever in your life call me that shit again" he laughed making her burst out in laughter before they shared another kiss.

I got a little carried away writing this ngl😭 I apologize if there was any errors

Hope you beautiful people enjoy it and requests are open if you want to request anything :)

[caramelcleopatraa]

COGNAC QUEEN

word count: 1.9k

x: @heauxvibez asked someone to write something based off of Cognac Queen by Megan Thee Stallion (amazing song rec, I recommend you go stream the song) not proofread

content: 18+ mdni, Roman x Semeni (OC), dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), cuddle fuck, a lil bitta fluff at the end

I'm lookin' paid and pretty (yeah)

Hair hanging down to my back, huh

I put it on him last night (woo!)

He calling me back to back, hey (hey)

Semeni sat with her legs crossed in the spacious, dazzling condominium. The big window panels showcasing the beautiful city lights. While these two were in their own little world. Far from the public eye. 

Her neon hot pink dress adorned with long ruffles perfectly outlined her figure. His eyes stayed on her plump lips as she sipped the amber drink from her glass. Relishing in the savory taste and enjoying the atmosphere he set.

Drop me a pin where you at (at)

I'm gonna come 'round like a 'Lac (like a 'Lac)

I get in my 'Gac on that 'Gac ('Gac on that 'Gac)

He call me Megan the Mack (Megan the Mack)

“You okay? You’re a little quiet.” Roman sits next to her, filling the empty space like a puzzle piece and putting the bottle on the gray coffee table. “I’m fine, I'm just watching you.” Semeni was never shy when it came to how she felt about him. They weren't in a serious relationship, but they spent their free time with each other. They never assigned a label to their relationship. They were just friends, who took each other out to expensive restaurants, spoiled each other, and fuck occasionally. Nothing special. 

He raises his eyebrow in amusement and motions to himself in an up and down motion. “You been looking at all of this, huh?” She takes one final sip from her glass, emptying it and placing it on the small coffee table. Roman observes her movements slyly, watching her beautiful eyes blink as she sits the glass on the table, watching her body rise as she takes a deep breath. She was mesmerizing.

“Yeah I have, and I want all of it,” Semeni says, placing her hands on his chest, feeling him up through his black polo shirt. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut from the feeling of her hands on his body. “I love feeling your hands on my chest,” he says softly. “I know you do, but I know you want my hands somewhere else.” 

He looks at her brown, gentle eyes and says, “So put ‘em there.”

—-------------------------

“Damn baby, that feels so good.” His black dress trousers were rolled down to his thighs, leaning back on the expansive gray couch with his arms laying on either side of him. Meanwhile, Semeni is kneeling in front of him, between his thick legs, stroking his dick at a medium pace. 

“You feel good baby?” His small whimpers and heavy breaths contrasted his tough exterior.

“F-fuckk baby, stay right there on the tip.”

A thick wad of spit drips from her lips, landing on his sensitive mushroom tip. Her hands cup the tip, fastly bobbing her hand on his tip. God did he go wild. His head tilted back, letting the pleasure take over him.

“Y’wanna cum?” He pants and nods furiously, clutching onto the big couch cushions to stop himself from bucking his hips into her hand. “You know I wanna fuckin’ cum.” His head stays tilted back. He knew not to look in her eyes. If he did, then it was over for him. “Look at me, Roman,” she says, using her unoccupied hand to rub up and down his thigh. He laughs to himself at her request, knowing that she is trying to set him up. “I know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” She pouts to herself, surprised that he didn’t fall for her usual tactics. ‘Okay, let’s try again’ 

“Please look at me, daddy. I wanna see your eyes when you cum.” He lets out a deep throaty moan, still clutching onto the couch cushions. Her voice, her words, her hands, how good she was making him feel. Doing all of the right things to make him crazy. Which is why he can never get enough of her. And probably why he was looking into her captivating eyes now. Frozen and still, but somehow on fire. “There we go daddy, look me in my eyes when you cum,” She purrs, shifting from side to side, ignoring the overflowing pool of wetness forming in her shorts. 

She stuck out her tongue and held him at the base, tapping him against her tongue, but going back to his tip once again. There were no more passive grunts and groans, only melodic moans that filled their ears. Her eyes locked on his, as she put her hands behind her back, using her tongue to lick the underside of his dick before taking him in his mouth. “Oh shit~ I'm coming. Ohh fuckk-” His fingers weaved through Semeni’s brown hair, jerking his hips into her mouth. She moaned around his cock every time he met the back of her throat, swallowing every drop he gave her without complaint. “Damn, girl,” he pants out, taking his hand out of her hair. She tightens her lips around him, sucking him up one more time before she’s done. She wears a lopsided smirk on her face, watching him catch his breath. Pride surged through her. “My mouth felt that good, huh?” Roman lays down against the couch, shifting and positioning himself so that he is comfortable. “Need to take a nap big bo- “Get your ass up here and sit on my face.”

He know I only wanna

Come over put it on him

I got that woah-na-na-na

He drink that shit like water

She anchored herself by tightly grasping the dark gray couch. Singing out delicious moans. Letting him hungrily lick her up into oblivion. Staring into empty space as her eyes crossed numerous times, but focussing hard enough to see his wavy black hair spread out beneath her. Feeling his hands dig into her thighs, working his mouth in ways that make her cry out in pleasure. 

Now it was her time to become undone.

“Oooh- shit~ i’m close,” She pants, prompting to lick long bold stripes along her pussy, and sucking on her clit for a quick second. And he repeats. Creating a ferocious, unescapable cycle.

Her keens of pleasure and needy whining didn’t fall on deaf ears, only encouraging him to keep going. Humming into her pussy like he took the first bite of a delicious meal. She could feel her legs shaking against his face, despite the burly hands and arms wrapped around her legs to keep her in place. “Fuck- i’m finna cum on your face, daddy,” she says slurred, with flushed cheeks and half open eyes. Just as she finished her sentence, like clockwork, she came all over his face. Softly bucking her hips against his tongue, riding out the enormous wave with his tongue as her surfboard. Now she herself was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, breathing heavy on top of him. But she couldn’t get up, his arms were still wrapped around her thighs. “At least let me clean you up before fucking you into the mattress.”

Fall in love would be dangerous (yeah)

Fuck you like I've been dranking (uh)

Cognac on my blankets (yeah)

Real bitches don't fake it, ay, ay

They had ventured into almost every room in the condo. The living room, the game room, the balcony, and now the bedroom. Finding new positions in each room. Thank god there weren't many people that lived in the same building, he hated hearing her restrained and muffled moans under his hand. They laid in the bed, cuddling in the sheets, but nowhere near done. 

Her leg rested atom his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck, while he hid in the crook of hers. Placing those delicate kisses along her neck while pounding into her. She could barely see the other buildings out of the large windows on the balcony doors due to her blurry vision. But those distant buildings were her last thought. Her mind was clouded with the person who was holding her tight between the silk sheets.

Not a word had been said since they laid down in the bed, which was unusual for the two. But considering how needy they were, words didn't need to be said. They had been around each other long enough, tangled in one another long enough to know how each other feels. His low eyes as he tilted his head back and his faster paced thrusts. and her mouth agape, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling the overwhelming waves of pleasure together as they nestled closer. Their chests rising and falling against each other, their heart beats loud as bass drums at highschool pep rallies. Yeah, nothing special.

You look good, you look good to me

Give me hug, it feel good to me

Hold me up, you too good to me

Cut 'em off, I know you would for me

Semeni opened one of the gray drawers, pulling out overnight clothes she had left the last time she stayed over. You know.. Just in case for situations like this. The bathroom had been hot and humid due to a long shower they took. But of course it wasn't just a shower, because he could never keep his hands to himself.

“You damn well live here by now,” He said, shirtless with loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and leaning on the door frame. “You say that like you’re so bothered with that.” She approaches him, her neck cranked to look up at him. “Nah, not bothered. I'm just surprised that you took over one of my drawers.”

“Is that a problem, Roman?” She knew that they were both playing, but there was a tinge of seriousness in her tone. “No, you know you’re welcome to treat this place as your own.” She turns her back to him and smiles, looking back at the drawer filled with her clothes. 

“You tell that to all of your other hoes?”

“You think I would have other women over here when you have a whole drawer to yourself?” She shrugs her shoulders and sits on the bed, pulling the comforter over her smooth legs. “Maybe I should be askin’ you that question.” She scoffs. “​​There’s no man you gotta worry about, cause I'm focused on the man in front of me.” She said the last part to herself. Not realizing that she may have said that a little louder than she intended to. Roman was intrigued to say the least. She was always upfront with whatever she wanted to say. So it was so interesting to see her flustered, mumbling secret words to herself about him. Her attention turned to him when he turned the light off in the bathroom, making his way to her. He laid on the bed next to her,letting the new cold silk sheets graze his skin. His hand reached out to grab her chin, stroking her face softly with his thumb. “And I'm worried about the goddess in front of me. You ain’t got nothing to worry about, mama. And if you ever doubt that, I'll prove to you that you’re the only one I'm focused on.”

Okay…. Maybe this is something special.

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[riruk4]

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

[whowrotethenote]

Write a cm punk x reader x Roman smut but they’re basically Paul Heyman in the situation

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A/N // Thank you to the anon for that creative ass request. @novamystxcxox sent me something similar, but I had already started this💗 Hope you both like it!

I did not make this x reader because I'm not good at those. I have to give my characters personality, backstory & physical characteristics. That's just my preference.

Also, the smut is reserved for the OC & Roman because... that's my man and I love him.

I do not take requests yet. Mostly because I barely have the time to write as is and I know they would just be sitting in my asks collecting dust like this one was for so long. This was just too good to not pursue. One day. Just not today lol. Okay, bye.

Pairing // Roman Reigns x Black Fem OC (Paula Heyman) x CM Punk

Warnings // Profanity // Smut [minors DNI] // Toxic behaviors // Age Gap

Word Count // 6.5k

“It’s going to be five versus five…”

Paula watched in the adulation that replaces the smug pride after waiting for his music to play. The entirety of Green Bay, Wisconsin buzzed with every emotion given to the human race as they recognized the infamous theme song.

Nothing feels like this. No amount of alcohol. No drug. Nothing can mimic this feeling of a live crowd giving back tenfold what’s given to them. 

He brushed past her, wrapping his hand to meet the rest of them inside the ring. A full on war breaking out the minute he slid inside. Five exceptionally large men, all cleared out the ring by her boys. With ease. It's how she knew she made the right decision. She knew no one else would carry it out like he would.

She made her way to the side of the ring just in time for their stare down. All the faces in the stands losing their minds.

CM Punk! CM Punk! CM Punk!

The pressure of the cheeky grin pushing through was heavy. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t seen Roman in months. Hadn’t seen Punk even longer. But as soon as she called—he came. 

“Why are you here?” She read Roman’s lips as he squinted. 

“To save your ass,” was his reply. 

He was pissed. His pinched brows. The tension in his broad shoulders. The tightness of his mouth. The flexing of his jaw. His hand, opening and closing in a tight fist. No—he was fuming. But that’s only because he couldn’t see the bigger picture right now. That’s where she came in. That’s what warranted her presence in his life a necessity. If it wasn’t more obvious before tonight—amongst all the chaos that had ensued in her absence— it was now shoved in his face.

“Thank you. Really.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Punk smiled unwrapping his hand. “That was only half the job.”

Her head swiveled slightly watching the hustle of the backstage crew. Gathering equipment, everyone mic’d up and moving with a purpose. She missed this. 

She nodded. “He’ll come around. Trust me.” The pressing matter of Roman’s disapproval of his presence was heavy. It lingered above them like a storm cloud. It put the biggest wedge between them. Something that was never there before in their relationship. “I just have to talk some sense into him. He’s emotional right now.”

“I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about you, Paula.” His eyes, sincere—always opposed to his appearance. The tattoos, the foul language, the attitude—none of it ever complimented his kind eyes. “I’ve seen the way he talks to you. The way he talks to everyone he loves.” He raised his brows.

Immediately defensive and strangely protective of her current client, she shook her head. “He’s just…used to betrayal. He keeps everyone at an arm’s length. It's his way of keeping control.”

“It doesn’t make it right.” He stood firm. The affection for his best friend and former manager, overriding any excuse she felt compelled to give him. He didn’t care for any of it.

“I guess I’ll let you go, then.” She scanned him once more, already thinking of her next phase of business. She didn’t have the luxury to sit and tangle in emotions. She was a woman working in sport’s entertainment. They already looked at her as if she was Barbie dropped in the jungle. And they expected her to get invested in her work in a way that was overlooked in men. Flirting and sleeping around and whatnot. But that wasn’t Paula Heyman.

She vowed to never get entangled with clients. It was business first, always. She was about business. That’s what they loved about her. The men—charismatic and dominant as they are—were off limits. But every now and again, she found the lines between client and manager blurring. Things get sticky. Lines get crossed.

Her first blurred line—Phil Brooks. Best in the world. And to the world he was CM Punk. The bad ass that swept the WWE universe off their feet.

They developed a friendship that transcended client and manager. An intimate kiss between the two, one drunk night celebrating another victorious defense of his title reign—almost led to something more. Thankful for the little voice in her head, she stopped it. Things were different after that. She put up boundaries, but it did nothing to ease the ache of what if. That same ache presenting itself right now, like it did every time they found themselves this close and secluded.

“Thank you, Paula.” He held a hand out. A spot in WarGames benefited him as much as it benefited the Bloodline and she made that possible. She gladly took his hand, until he pulled her all the way into him—foreheads kissing. “You think about what I said the other day?” He whispered. 

She sighed deeply. “Punk…”

“I know you remember what it felt like. All those years ago. Just the two of us. Young, wild, and hungry as hell. Kicking ass and taking names.” She released air from her nose reliving the memories. She had never felt more alive than she did with him. She’d be a liar if she didn’t admit to missing those days—and him. But that was then. This was now. She wasn’t that girl anymore. So, she kept that sentiment to herself. But he didn’t need to hear it. Because the same way she was now in synch with her current client, she once was with him. He could still feel it. “It’d be just like that. But better this time.” She opened her eyes that were met with his—specks of olive always so alluring. 

“Just think about it…Alright?” He pulled away as she nodded. Their hands lingering before he completely turned and left her there. 

She looked around, now aware of the world around her again, hoping no one saw their moment. Everything gets back to him here. Him.

Paula swallowed knowing she’d have to face him. She made a menacingly slow stride to his trailer after leaving the arena. She knocked twice. Then three more times, before she heard the familiar voice tell her it was open. 

She walked in the small but familiar space as he removed his OG Bloodline shirt with a heavy sigh, releasing all the weight that’s been dumped on him since losing his title. You’d think the load would be lighter now. The saying is supposed to go—heavy is the head that wears the crown. He had given his crown up, or rather it was stolen by the American Nightmare, and yet he still felt like the King. On top looking down at everyone else, even in his untimely absence. And Solo had presented him with an entire new set of weight with this whole New Bloodline mess. 

The muscles in his back flexed as he slightly stretched and rolled his head. The silence was agonizing. Gnawing at her because she could already feel whatever he wasn’t saying. 

“Where have you been?” He finally questioned. His back still to her. “I’ve been calling.” He took a sip of whatever he poured. 

She squinted at him once he finally turned to face her. His chest—one she’s seen plenty of times—still, a distraction as she attempted to just zero in on his static expression.

“That’s funny. Considering you went M.I.A. long before I did.” She crossed her arms, causing her full breast to push up, catching his attention for a split second. “My calls fell on death ears as well.”

“I asked you a question.”

“After Mania you vanished. You left me here. Vulnerable. Alone. Defending you. Fending for myself—”

The cup met the counter harder than he intended, summoning dead silence again as she swallowed the remainder of her rant. He had already lost his Bloodline before all this—then his title. He didn’t need another crash course on all the ways he’s fucked up. 

“I’m here now.” She spoke again when she felt it was safe enough to. “You’re here. Jimmy’s back. Jey’s back. Sami’s here. Things are back to normal.” As close to normal as possible without Solo and that belt hanging from his waist. 

He gradually nodded. Her words sinking in. He didn’t want to fight. He fought enough tonight. She turned to leave, knowing he preferred solitude at the end of the night.

“Don’t forget who you work for.”

She scoffed. Only Roman would leave her to fend for herself after he lost his little title and decided to tuck tail, just to come back and want to run shit again—as if he never left. But that’s just the kind of man he was. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it and he didn’t care who he had to run through to get it. That’s what drew Paula his way in the first place. Her contract was ending and she was looking for some else to counsel on the roster. There was not a single person that housed half as much charisma and hunger as the Roman Reigns. 

Their journey has been the epitome of a rollercoaster. By his side in feuds and every climb of the ladder. Reaping the benefits of accompanying such a charismatic figure in his own right. Her life went from great to legendary. Now, she sits on the Island of Relevancy as they call it—pockets as fat as they had ever been, and her life looks exactly the way she’d dreamed. 

But no good deed goes unpunished.

“How could I?”

Roman checked the time on his expensive watch again—only moments after the last check. Leg bouncing, jaw ticking, with that infamous stone cold exterior, that screamed he was not to be fucked with. Long fingers smoothed the hair above his plump top lip, until he reached the dark and greying hairs of his chin.

Whatever he was feeling, Paula felt in her bones tenfold. She shifted in her seat, unable to keep still. In the dark room, the only thing they could hear was her irregular breaths and his less than impatient sighs. 

She couldn’t explain it if someone were to ask her. It was as if signing the dotted line and agreeing to manage him put a hex on them. This invisible string—this unimaginable force pulling them together in every instance of every universe formed. She felt this burning,  unwavering loyalty to him. It was sick and twisted. The lengths she’d go to please him—to carry out his wishes. How empty, aimless and useless her life had felt these past months without him. Not even so much as a text from him. It took every fiber of strength to not answer that call. But she needed him—if only for a second—to feel what she had felt since Wrestle-mania. 

His brown eyes pierced her, feeling like another beam of light in place of the one they sat under at the stretched table. Three seats. One at the head where Roman sat of course. Another next to him, always reserved for her. Lastly, a vacant one at the other end. 

She knew what was coming next.

“Paula.” His deep voice made her heart stutter. Out of fear, relief and every other emotion in between.

“Yes, My Tribal Chief?” She answered trying her best to keep her voice steady amidst the storm of emotions brewing inside of her. 

“Where the fuck is he?”

Turning to meet his hard stare, she hesitated. Raking through her brain to find the words that wouldn’t tick him off. But considering the flex of his jawline, she could tell it was too late and it didn’t matter what she said—he was already at the edge of the cliff. 

“He’ll be here,” she assured. Only she hoped. Punk just like Roman liked to play mind games. Toy with his prey before he caught it. Please not today, she thought. She prayed their years of friendship and building a bond outside of their old contract was enough to get him to pull through for her. 

“I don't understand. He’s going around calling you his Wisewoman. He’s butting in on family matters. And now he’s got me waiting like I’m some errand boy. As if my time isn’t valuable.” The legs of the chair made a violent shriek as his towering frame began to rise. “Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, nor was he looking for her opinion, but Paula still placed a hand on his forearm to stop him.

“Roman—”

On cue the slam of the heavy door that granted entry to the empty vast room sounded. Paula’s heart sighed watching him make his way to the empty seat. Looking back at Roman she silently challenged him to sit and he obliged. 

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Punk checked the time on his watch. Paula rubbed her forehead feeling an oncoming migraine. These two men—with the whose dick is bigger games—were going to be the death of her. She had never faced a bigger challenge in all her years in the business. They were going to collectively chase her into an early retirement at the ripe age of thirty-one. 

Just get through the weekend, she thought. Then it’ll all be over…right? A dream. That’s what she was selling herself. As long as that hex she spoke about was still alive between her and her current client, she’d never know peace. With the fuck you, pay me attitude he rendered and big bully on the playground persona he carried with him like a purse, pissing anyone within a five mile radius off—it’ll never be over.

“I don’t know what you’re looking at your watch for. We’re on time. You’re the one that’s late, Junior.”

“Yeah, well I’m here. I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here. But you need something from me. So, I’d think you’d turn your asshole down just a little bit.”

“I don’t need shit from you.”

“You sure about that?” A snort pushed through his throat. “Cause the way you’ve been face down on the mat every week at the hands of your family says otherwise.”

Paula sat back like a child witnessing her parents have their first post-divorce argument. It was no point in getting in between these two. She knew better. They had to figure it out.

“Listen to me—”

“No, you listen to me. I came here for two things. One,” he held his pointer finger up, “to make it very clear that I’m not doing this for you.” He nodded in Paula’s direction. “I’m doing it for her. I’m not here for you—it’s all for her.”

Roman smiled so deeply his dimple showed as fine lines creased around his mouth. He sat back in the chair eyeing them both. Paula could feel the heat radiating off his body as she fiddled with the Bloodline ring he gifted her years ago, refusing to return eye contact. 

“I’m happy for you two. Really, I am.” Whatever feeling was opposite of happy on the spectrum, was what he was actually feeling inside. “Finding each other again after all these years. The story’s lined up perfectly. It’s beautiful. Poetic almost. But, that also has nothing to do with me. That’s y’all shit.” His hand shifted between the two of them. Paula flinched at the heightening aggression she recognized as a precursor before he usually put his hands on someone. “I don’t want—need—whatever you wanna call it—your help tomorrow night.” He spoke like a dragon emitting fire with his every word. 

Over his antics and borderline temper tantrum, Punk adverted his gaze to the only person in the room he deemed worthy of any acknowledgment. She took the deepest breath before finally speaking up for the first time since he entered. 

“My Tribal Chief.” She placed a dainty hand in front of where he sat on the table to disarm him first. He looked down at it as if it was a cuff restraining him. “With the way Solo has gone about things—especially after Crown Jewel—it wouldn’t be very wise to turn down a helping hand.” She spoke like a circus tamer trying to calm the big cat before it went rogue. “Now, I can find someone else. But there’s no one I trust to do this as much as him.”

Roman tried his hardest to accept her words, but the smug smirk on Punk’s face was pulling him in the direction of irrationality. 

“And you.” She continued only turning her head in Punk’s direction. “You think Solo is just going to forgive and forget what you’ve done?” The smirk vanished. “You speak like someone who has a choice, but let’s be all the way real here. If you don’t help, you’ll just move up on the list of people he plans to run through after he wins. We can do more together than apart. You mean to tell me the two of you can’t put these petty ass differences aside for just one night, to conquer a common enemy?”

Both men regarded one another. A silent battle that couldn’t have been louder in the ears of the woman between them—who knew both like the back of her hand. Punk was the first to come forward as he slid his forearm on the table.

“You don’t like me and I don’t like you. That much is clear. But Paula’s right. We can get through one night. One common enemy. One win. One time.”

“One time,” Roman agreed. 

“When it’s all over and done—you and I can have a different conversation in the ring, maybe.” He smiled pushing the chair back.

“What was the second thing?” Roman interrupted his attempt to remove himself from the meeting. The room grew eerily quiet. “You said you came here for two things.” He clasped his fingers together. “What was the second thing?”

Paula’s relief was short-lived as she watched the look he always had when he was up to no good present itself. “To make sure I get what I’m owed when it’s all said and done with,” he revealed. 

Roman scoffed with wide eyes. “I’d owe you a favor?” Punk immediately shook his head. 

“No—no, you don’t owe me anything.” His eyes flicked longingly to his best friend who he’d been removed from all these years. “My best friend—our Wisewoman will owe me a favor.” 

Paula subtly shook her head, hoping her eyes could relay what her mouth feared to speak. She remembered the conversation after he came out to help the Bloodline. How he begged her days before to just consider the idea of coming back home—as he referred to it as. In his corner, supporting him and counseling him. Keeping him on top. Although she never gave him a direct answer, she knew after tomorrow night, it’d go from an inquiry, to something owed—just as he spoke of now. 

Oh, but she was so wrong. About everything. While Punk did yearn for his friend to come back and play for his team—he had a bigger picture in mind. One he didn’t plan on revealing until every thing was all over, to eliminate the risk of this said favor not being carried out. 

Joy reflected in his eyes as he watched the shift of tension build within the two other parties at the table—but that wasn’t his problem. So, he got up and left them to deal with the mess. 

“Wisewoman,” his authoritative voice called to her. 

She winced. Her wish that he would just leave it alone until after WarGames, completely in vain. 

“Yes, My Tribal Chief?”

She met his dark eyes. “What is this favor he’s talking about?” He pressed.

“Uh—” Paula didn’t truly know and she knew that wasn’t an answer he was going to accept. She was only guessing that the favor had to do with their previous conversations. A topic way too touchy to present to Roman. He was already hanging onto his sanity by the thinnest thread. The contingency of losing his Wisewoman after just gaining her presence back, would sever that thread completely.

“Let’s just get through tomorrow night. Okay?” She flashed that pretty smile. Not at all ready to become the object of his wrath—like she’s been plenty of times before. “We can talk about it after. I promise.”

Again, she twisted the band gifted to her by the man seated next to her. Always by his side. Always the master pulling the strings to ensure him and his family stayed out in front. What she tried her best to conceal, was that she needed him as much as he needed her. It was a two way street. It wasn’t just the inevitable betrayal that she anticipated. It was the unprecedented emptiness she’d feel again without him.

WarGames was its namesake. A full on fucking war. A civil war amongst men of the same Bloodline, which made it that much more brutal—because it was rooted in love in place of hate. But in the throws of the obvious war between the original Bloodline and this new one—there was an equally intense war within what was supposed to be two men playing for the same team.

Every side eye and hateful glare that transpired, she shifted and sighed to herself. Anxiety growing until she had a garden full of concern and angst with her at the ringside table with the announcers. Two bombs that always seemed to be ready to detonate at any given moment.

She paced. She ran hands through her blowout frustratedly. She had to do away with the suit jacket. She was hot with worry. She didn’t know which was worse. Them in the confines of a cage outside the ring, or them inside a bigger cage in the heat of battle. She just kept praying that they made it through the night without killing each other and winning of course. 

When Roman wedged a hand out to prevent Punk from entering the match, Paula nearly lost it. She was sure they were going to kill each other before even stepping foot inside the ring, then. Mean ass, she thought as he waved a hand at an exhausted Punk whom he disregarded to help the rest of the Bloodline on their feet.

Proud. That’s what the pinball of her emotions landed on at the end of the night. Her boys fought valiantly and the win was well deserved. Punk and Roman even shook hands. Two of her favorite men, now coming to an understanding. A mutual respect. She did that. 

At the end of it all, Roman met her down the steps of the ring—a strong hand cupping her face. His thumb grazing her cheek three times. I love you was the hidden significant message. Something he started years ago. Too prideful to speak it, he’d stroke the words with his thumb. On her wrist, her arm, her knee. Today, her face. It’s when she knew she made the right decision. The war was over. 

In the wee hours of the night, she found herself in his trailer. He called her over and offered a bottle of champagne that they popped open together in celebration. Things were finally looking like they were coming together after being abruptly dismantled. 

On their second glass now, they stood reminiscing on all it took to even get to this point. How far they had come and how much further they planned to take it. Somewhere in the expensive champagne and the fog of taking a jog down memory lane, Roman was feeling more sentimental than usual.

“You know I appreciate you right, Paula?” Thank you would’ve been too much. But even him extending his appreciation was something she didn’t see often. It had her momentarily melting like ice cream on a stick in ninety degree weather. 

He knew he lashed out more than what was needed. Talked to her like the shit on the bottom of his shoe at times. He threw more than enough responsibility in her lap. Threw a fit when things didn’t go his way. Created more problems for Paula to come behind and clean up, instead of solutions. But his worst crime of all—leaving her alone after losing at Mania. He was ashamed. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t ready to face the universe of WWE yet. More importantly, he wasn’t ready to face her. She worked her ass off, day in and day out, to guarantee he made it to the top of the mountain—and he lost it all in one night. 

“Next phase of business—putting that Ula Fala back around your neck where it belongs.” Already onto the next phase—moving the goal post back. “Only halfway there, Chief.” She offered a half smile.

Always so professional—so well put together. Composed. He always yearned to see her come undone. Touched himself to vivid imaginative flashes of what that must look like. Loose curls cascaded around her, head rolled back and moth agape. Him beneath her, admiring his new canvas—her. He couldn’t help but to paint a picture of what Paula Heyman would look like as a mess, losing control—just for him. Desperate. Begging.

She was strong. Resilient. But even the most unwavering women—solid as a sculpture in Italy—could always use the reactive force of a stronger man. 

Those lips. They were naturally pouty and plump. Every time she talked, he found himself drawn to them and how they curved at certain letters. He deemed them perfect. Only able to use his imagination, he thought about how they’d feel wrapped around him. How’d they look. 

“When’s the last time somebody fucked you?” He blurted out. She nearly choked on the bubbling champagne. He stood unmoved, expecting an answer.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” He placed his glass down. His dick pressed uncomfortably against his pants. He was losing every ounce of patience and composure he had. He was done playing games. He respected her and her hustle, but it did nothing to put out the fire inside of him whenever he watched her interacting with other men—especially that motherfucker Punk.

“And I’m not talking about the last time you had sex—no. I mean the last time somebody fucked you so hard, you forgot to breathe. So good you felt it everywhere. It was all you could think about after the fact.” 

Her skin heated up to an uncomfortable degree. The kind that warrants tiny tingles and possible rashes all over your body. Her breathing pattern kicked up at the smoldering look in his eyes. She couldn’t mistake his intentions now. Especially after her eyes flickered to the bulge in his pants. 

He made a step toward her. The heavy thud of his giant boot meeting the floor sounding as a doomsday soundtrack for her professionalism. She knew she was in trouble. “Roman—”

“Shh,” he hushed her and smiled wickedly. His sharp canines on display. He relieved her of the glass and sat it on the counter her ass was rested on. She didn’t even understand how he’d gotten so close so fast. She was sure he could hear her heartbeat, as it was booming in her own ears now. “Relax,” he whispered. “Let me thank you properly.” The wicked smile had vanished in a flash and in its place was an intense concentration. His brown pupils blown and trained on her lips.

He was going to kiss her. And as much as Paula’s head screamed no—her body conforming to his and her mouth falling open before he even reached her, told a completely different story.

The air around them was so charged, if anyone else walked in they’d be electrocuted on sight. His fingers found their way into her hair, tangling and fisting it, earning a gasp from her. Leaning in, his tongue swept her mouth fiercely. He didn’t need to test the waters with a timid peck. For what? She was his Wisewoman and he planned on making that very clear tonight. In the sickest part of his membrane, he wished he could sit Punk down and make him watch what he planned to do to her. 

Paula’s hands found his muscular and tanned arms as his free one roamed the meaty flesh of her ass though her skirt. Always galloping about in the highest heels, shortest skirts and tightest dress pants. He craved to know what it felt like under his palms. To squeeze and knead it as he was now. His dick was so stiff, it was almost painful. 

The eruption of their kiss quickened. It was messy now, as they couldn’t even keep up with their own lust—passionate and scorching with the heat of hell. 

“How long?” He mumbled in between the kiss. Still, expecting an answer. 

“I—I don’t know,” she admitted. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had blown her mind in bed. She tried for years to make some sort of connection, but it was pointless. This job—governing Roman, had become her life. It consumed her and men could see that. She opted for the occasional fling here and there, but they were all pointless. Always leaving her dissatisfied and half full. So she scrapped the idea of men and dating altogether. 

Roman roughly turned her by the hips. Pushing his pulsing member on her ass and growling in her ear at the friction of her writhing against him. She was soaking and he barely touched her.He could smell her and it ignited the beast in him. 

This was a new frequency of intimacy for her. No man had ever been so exhilarating and demanding in his approach. He commanded things from her body without even speaking a word. It was sorcery, really. 

She felt his hands next. Big, calloused, and firm. They slithered over her thighs as his warm breath and facial hair tickled her ear. Under her skirt, they disappeared until it was bunched around her waist. She got lost in the heat and hardness of his body. Her eyes popped open after hearing the violent tear of stocking material. The cotton of her panties snapped next. 

“Ro—Unnh!” 

She gasped violently at his entry and he wasn’t even halfway in yet. No condom. Nothing between them except passion and the longing of two people who underhandedly craved each other for years and couldn’t do anything about it. Hatred and frustration, that only two people who loved one another could muster—sprinkled on top.

He eased his length in, inch by inch, watching the pinched look on her gorgeous face. This was better than he had imagined. Crinkle between her curved brows, hands spread on the wall, mouth as wide as it can go. All because of him.

He stretched her out to his liking, until he reached the end and then pulled back. He slammed back in almost losing his nut at the squeeze she granted around his thickness. It felt like the best hug he ever received—warm, wet, and tight as fuck. A small hand slithered between them, to which he easily caught. Using one strong hand to pin both her wrists together above them on the wall. 

Leaning back slightly, he admired the view. Her round ass perked up and pushed out. Puffy lips  wrapped tight around him, glistening under the lights of his trailer. The deep line in the center of her arched back with a thin layer of sweat.

“You’re perfect. Just like this.”

“Roman,” she whined. Frustrated and helpless to move as he had her trapped. 

He smiled against the side of her face. “You feel so good to me.” Another gasp as he began to push in and out at a steady pace. Squishy and sloppy sounds filling the small space around them. “Can’t believe you kept this shit from me for so long, baby.” His free hand came down on her left ass cheek before he dug his finger in her hip, guiding her up and down his massive dick. He let her adjust and find her own rhythm—too fixated on the little sounds from her mouth and the contortions of her pretty face, to do anything himself. “Yeah. Keep throwing that pussy back on me.”

“It's so big,” she moaned. She shouldn’t have been surprised. He talked too much shit to not have the means to back it up. He grinned smugly.

“You can take me. Right, baby?”

Struggling to locate her voice she just nodded against the wall profusely. Afraid he might stop and put an end to this immeasurable sensation he awakened. It hurt so good. He was creating a monster and he didn’t even know it.

“Keep them hands right there. Don’t move,” he instructed. He used his own to grab handfuls of her ass in both palms, stretching her wide so he could get a clear shot of her wetness pulling on him. Every time he withdrew she sucked him back in. A trail of white stuff lingering as evidence to how good he was making her feel. “Making a fucking mess,” he grunted. He let his possessive hold go, loving the recoil of her ass on his pole. It was hypnotizing. He questioned how long he could hold out like this. 

Against what his body was advising him—which was to pace himself—he violently pounds into her drenched hole over and over and over again. Beating her up. 

“Oh my—fuck! Yesss.” She was a glutton for punishment. His punishment disguised in gratitude. His frustrations took control of the wheel. Her going ghost on him was unacceptable. He was losing his fucking mind. A fact he’d never admit out loud. It didn’t go well with his, I don’t need anybody—head of the table—persona. 

Teeth barred down and upper lip curled into a snarl, he continued his assault, but that little pussy packed some power. It fought back. A fight he wasn’t prepared for. She was leaking. Juices running down her toned leg and his balls that hit her clit with every connect. 

“Damn, girl.” His head falls back for a second. 

“Right there—oh my goddd!”

“He can’t help you right now.” He teased huskily. 

“Please, Ro.”

“Please what? Huh?”

She didn’t even know what she was pleading for. Mercy? Release? She wanted more of everything. More of him, if possible. 

They found themselves in the space of his bedroom. He wanted to try every position, but he knew he’d have her in here until this same time the next day to fulfill that fantasy. So he opted for the position where he could see everything.

He had her on full display. Button down now completely off, her breast hung freely over the lace bra after he pulled them out. Stockings still obliterated, the hole he made had grown. He could see everything. Her swollen lips surrounding her poking clit. The tight ring of her ass that he vowed to play with later. The wetness smeared everywhere. 

He gripped himself—heavy and strong—at the base to ease back in where they both needed him, but not before slapping it down twice, loving how reactive she was to every little thing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she hadn’t been touched in years.

She was enamored with his body. The way his smooth bronze skin stretched over every defined line and cut. How his tattoos—reflecting the armor of a Pacific warrior—danced with every flex of muscles. He had the body of a god. If only it wasn’t attached to such an asshole.

His hand found her breast. He pinched the chocolate nub until it hardened again. 

“Push ‘em together for me.”

Hastily, she cupped both D cups together. Her chocolate peaks to the forefront as they bounced with every salacious thrust of his hips. 

He planted two swollen fists on either side of her head to lean all his weight down. His mouth latched onto her, igniting a tingle in her clit as she clenched around him. 

“Mmm,” he hummed like he was tasting the most delicate and richest piece of chocolate straight from the factory. Flicking, sucking and swirling. He was in heaven as she watched in awe. The most dominant man on the current roster, feasting on her. He bit down on one nipple causing her to jolt up slightly. One last suck as he pulled back, releasing her, and leaving her nipples tender. “Tastes sweeter than you look.” He bit down on his bottom lip. 

He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed until they met the bed to get a deeper angle. The sounds—loud and erotic slapping of flesh, as he buried himself inside of the softest place on earth. She fit like she was molded specifically for him. And in this moment, you couldn’t convince him that she wasn’t.

“You’re mine.” He growled in between pants. “You belong to me. You hear me?” There it was again. That deadly sense of loyalty encompassing her. The looming of Punk’s claim and this damned favor, hanging above his head. 

“Yes,” she barely whispered. 

“Yes, what?” He pushed. Thrust growing erratically sharper and more intense.

“Yes, My Tribal Chief.” 

Satisfied, he rewarded her with another overpowering, sloppy kiss. His hair covered them both. Her hands came up to cup his face—grabbing desperately at his beard as their tongues tangled. But his mission was only halfway complete. He wanted that nut. She earned it. She made him feel like a winner even in the absence of a title or Ula Fala. 

He didn’t want to, but he rose up breaking the intimate kiss. Picking his pace back up. All the way in and all the way out. Hitting that spot that had her pulling at her own hair. Eyes rolled back into her brain like she was possessed.

“I wanna feel you cum on this dick. Come on,” he begged. “Cum for me Paula. Cum for Your Tribal Chief.”

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Like an unforgiving flood coming through a broken dam, she exploded on him just as he requested. Forgetting to breathe. Shaking uncontrollably—she felt him everywhere. 

Attentively, he ogled at every change in her beautiful face, every shake of her body—as she unraveled on him, shedding every bit of composure she had left. “That’s it,” he commended breathless. Loving the scene before him. His big palms, rubbing up and down the length of her soft thighs and stomach, to help her come back to center. 

She was shook. World completely knocked off its axis to the point where tears threatened to spill from the corners of her almond eyes. 

She knew working for him came with its perks—but this? This shot straight to the top of the list of all the benefits that came with being his special counsel.

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[mjonthetrack]

bl 8

Soleil had taken a shower and was sat in her

towel when her phone lit up with a FaceTime.

She raised a brow at the curly haired man on

her screen,”Benito I had a decent time don’t piss

me off with all that.” The Spanish singer grinned

ignoring her anger,” you look sexy mami, is that

hair wet, did you just get out the shower?” The

sound of her door being knocked on briefly

broke her attention,”it’s open B,” she said

figuring it was her sister coming to say

goodnight. Focusing back on her phone she

rolled her eyes,”don’t act like you haven’t been

all up on that white girl.” “Ah she was just

visiting mami don’t stress chill,” his voice

filled the room and it was all Joe could focus on

was how he called her mami and more

importantly why he was on her phone. Roman

licked his lips angrily as he wandered down the

hall into the bedroom suite, he paused long

enough to hear the younger male ask if she was

busy then he rounded the corner hastily

gripping the woman’s phone to his face,” don’t

fucking die playing like that pretty boy.”

Soleil quickly reached for the phone but

Joe was clear in his delivery,”don’t call her

phone again or the next time I see you I will

drop your skinny ass.” Soleil angrily snatched

her phone and shoved the tall man,”what the

fuck are you doing?!” He stepped closer

his nostrils flaring,” are you seeing him still?!

His deep voice rumbled with anger that sent

fresh goosebumps on her skin.”You have no

right to ask me that, and more importantly why

the fuck are you here, you weren’t invited into

my space.” He rubs his beard, closing his

eyes to take a breather to avoid letting his

mouth get him in trouble again. “Your business

is my fucking business, I asked you are you

seeing him again?!” Soleil laughed in disbelief,”

you’re fucking mental, and if I am seeing him so

fucking what you are not my man and more

importantly stay the fuck out of my business

and get out of my damn room.” Roman opened

his mouth to argue feeling his ego bruised and

then the anger rising at her potentially

entertaining another man he simpled let out a

merciless laugh,”aight bet,” and he stormed

out of the room.

The crowd was on a live wire screaming

and cheering for the celebrity guest on the live

show. Bad Bunny was surprised as a guest to

the crowd and to the people in the back, when

Paul asked Soleil if she had any pull with a

celebrity friend to come on and boost ratings

it was petty anger that led her alongside Paul

to invite the singer on the show. He was

supposed to do around of wrestling with Jey

against two of the guys from the judgement

day. When he appeared on stage the crowd

erupted in cheers for the singer who came

out to one of his songs with Jey already on

stage who had no idea who was supposed

to be the celeb fill in for his normal tag team

with Jimmy. When he saw Bad Bunny come

out he cussed looking over at where Soleil

at at the announcer table with a proud smirk

on her face. He rubbed his face nervously

imagining Roman taking his anger out on him.

“Man what the fuck,” Jimmy uttered as the guys

knew of what went down in the hotel because

Roman had come to them ranting angrily the

night before.

“This is going to be fun,” Benito

grinned at Jey dapping the male up who

was less than enthusiastic as the man moved

about standing on the ropes. “Man this crowd

must really love that guys music,”Michael said

adjusting his headphones as he spoke into

his mic. “I mean can we blame them he is

an icon,” came Soleil’s voice into her mic playing

her role a little too well knowing they were

seeing this back stage. “Oh fuck,” Sefa winced

seeing the situation going on whilst Roman was

right behind him entering the lounge area where

Jimmy tried to shoo them off but it was too late. Roman had grabbed a handful of chips nodding

his head at his cousin,”what’s up Uce?” Jimmy

plastered on a fake smile but the volume of the

tv went up when Sami was eating his salad,”

man I can’t believe they got Bad Bunny on

tonight he seems like such a fun guy.” Roman’s

head snapped in the direction and Sefa saw the

vein on his neck become visible and he quickly

moved to another side of the room when the tall

man threw his cup it smashed against a wall as

he saw that bitch in his territory and not even

that but the interaction of what was going on

live he was pissed.

Soleil grinned as the male started off by

singing one of his recent songs, leaving the

crowd in cheers. The young male finished his

song speaking into his mic looking into the

camera as if directly challenging the tribal

chief,”I am the king of the ring, there are no

chiefs here what’s mine I take.” The crowd

erupted into cheers and hollers the viewership

going through the rough with live reactions and

social media going crazy as he seemingly was

playing the part of a heel and directly taunting

the bloodlines tribal chief. The latter was

currently being unsuccessfully talked down by

Jimmy and Sefa who reminded him it was a

live show and apart of a script most likely.

When the bell rang for the fight Jey helped

guide the singer around the ring as he was

supposed to with any guest. Though there were

times when he purposely let him get knocked

about by Finn. Soleil hadn’t expected the singer

to go so hard on the mic and she suddenly was

starting to regret picking him as she had a

feeling the male was trying to stir the pot even

though she’d long since achieved poking the

bear or in this case the tribal chief. The woman

responded to Michael’s commentary smoothly

seemingly trying to navigate the situation and

gauge the crowds reaction. When the singer

stepped out of the ring long enough to undo

his jacket and hand it to Soleil winking at the

woman which multiple cameras and the fans

caught who went crazy and online blew up with

speculations and predictions of the pairs

chemistry. Soleil now looking agitated shifted in

her chair but plastered a neutral expression on

her face long enough for the crowd to erupt in

a new roar as the theme music for Roman came

on. Michael met her gaze of confusion with the

same and shrugged at the off script appearance. Even the men in the ring looked equally

surprised hearing the unscheduled theme and

a very angry looking Roman storm out from

the backstage area. “Sir should we cut the mic?”

a producer asked but Paul shook his head,”

you touch anything and you’re out the ratings

are going insane.” Jey’s eyes connected with

his cousins and he gaped muttering to Finn and

his partner to move it was off script and the two

men grateful to the words moved just on time

as the Tribal Chief charged down the ramp

and flew into the stage spearing the singer

without warning. The crowd was going insane

thinking it was all apart of the show when the

two men began fighting and Jey was trying to

pry his cousin off cussing under his breath,”

Uce fucking stop you’re going to get in trouble

this ain’t it.” Soleil gaped at the strength of the

tall Samoan man who was tossing Benito

around like a yo-yo on an invisible string. When

the singer had caught his bearings he

tantalizingly menaced, grunting into Roman’s

ear,” after this show I’m gonna have her ankles

wrapped around my shoulders.” One solid punch

which sent the singer to his ass was all it called

for Paul to have the fake security go out and

simmer the match down and drag the angry Samoan backstage the crowd eating it all up

cheering. “Yo what the fuck?!,” Jey muttered

looking at Soleil who’d ducked her head not

wanting to be in the room right now but had

to finish the commentary for the show. What

caught he off guard was Benito with a crazed

expression slid out the ring grabbed his

jacket from her and yanked the woman up

kissing her live on national television right

before the cameras ended. The slap she sent

the singer was real but the audience nor Michael

knew for sure what was or not anymore. Roman

caught the sight of the kiss from backstage as

his cousins were currently restraining him from

going back out there. “Fuck that,” Roman

gritted trying to shove his way free but now

Jacob had joined in helping keep the man

down in a seat. Paul eyed the situation quickly

piecing it together,”oh shit,” the older man

laughed in realization of what was really

going on behind the scenes of his show and

more importantly what had really just transpired

on camera.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Nonsense | Roman Reigns x black fem!OC - 18+!!!!

Warnings: Bratty sub, fingering, orgasm control/denial, Daddy/Sir kink, Praise (good girl) , teasing, begging, vaginal sex, semi-public play (possibility of being heard), pet names (babygirl, my love), dirty talk.

Description: Roman and Lilah have some fun on his private jet.

Other stories featuring Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35 and There Goes My Baby.

My entire Masterlist can be found here.

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

Face claim: Jaylon Barron

From they moment they boarded the plane Lilah had been filled with anticipation. After a full day of being a brat Roman had instructed her to wear a short skirt and that she was not allowed to wear panties on their flight.

Luckily enough it would be just the two of them flying on his private jet to the Royal Rumble, aside from of course the flight crew who knew not to bug the tribal chief and his girl unless it was for emergency purposes.

Roman, his eyes smoldering with desire, leaned towards Lilah, whispering seductively into her ear. "How about we play a little game, babygirl?" he said.

Lilah's heart raced at the thought, her body tingling with anticipation. "What kind of game, Sir?" she responded, her voice filled with excitement.

Roman's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I want you to close your eyes and let yourself be completely vulnerable to me." he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Lilah's breath quickened as she closed her eyes, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She felt Roman's strong hands on her, his touch igniting a fire within her, never knowing where and what he'd do next but trusting him. With her eyes closed, Lilah felt Roman's hands slowly trailing over her body, his touch teasingly light. His fingers danced along the curves of her neck, down her collarbone, and traced the outline of her breasts over her shirt. Each delicate stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, causing her to arch her back in response.

"You remember your Safeword, babygirl?" Roman asked.

"Pickles" Lilah responded.

"Good Girl" Roman said.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine once again. "You're doing so well, my love. I need you to be quiet for Daddy, okay? Spread your legs for me."

Lilah surrendered herself to the game nodding as she leaned back in the luxurious leather seat spreading her legs wide, His touch grew bolder, his fingers exploring every inch of her body, setting her body ablaze with desire."Shhh.. Shhh. Such a good girl for your tribal chief." Roman said as he lifted her skirt, "Such easy access for me, babygirl. I bet you're already soaked for me, aren't you?" Roman said with his signature cocky smirk.

"Mm Yes, Daddy. Just for you, my tribal chief." Lilah said.

He then slowly, teasingly, began to trace his fingers along her inner thighs.

Lilah squirmed with pleasure, her body aching for his touch. Roman took his time, savoring every moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he plunged his fingers deep inside of her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Looks like this little pussy is acknowledging me, baby." Roman teased as he fingered her roughly, his fingers moving with a force and speed that left her breathless. Lilah, lost in the throes of passion, begged for more, her voice hoarse with desire.

Roman chuckled a bit at her plea pulling his fingers out and leaving her wanting as he licks her juices from his fingers.

"Beg for it, Lilah," he growled, his deep voice driving her wild.

"Please, Daddy, " she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I need you."

Roman's lips crashed down on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her as his own, his hands once again roaming over her body as he explored every inch of her. She writhed beneath him, her body begging for more.

"Please, Daddy," she begged, "I need you inside me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Come on now, babygirl, you can beg better than that. Beg the tribal chief."

"Please, Roman," she cries out, her body wracked with need. "I need you. Right here right now, my tribal chief. I need you to fuck me on your private jet, daddy, please."

With a triumphant laugh, Roman plunged into her, his hips pistoning as he took her roughly, pounding her pussy.

She tried not to scream in pleasure, her body shuddering as she eventually came undone beneath him as the plane soared through the clouds, their passion reaching its peak as they enter the mile high club together.

After getting cleaned up and dressed Roman wrapped Lilah in a warm blanket he had requested from one of the flight attendants and held her close, whispering soothing words in her ear.He reminded her of how good she had been, how obedient and submissive. He praised her for her efforts, telling her how much she pleased him.

Lilah snuggled closer to Roman, soaking up the affection and praise. She knew that she had pleased him, that she had been a good girl for her tribal chief. And that thought filled her with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"You want a snack, babygirl? some water?" Roman asked asked.

Lilah, still lost in the afterglow of their session, simply shook her head. She didn't need anything, not right now. She was content, happy even, to just lay there in Roman's arms, basking in the love and affection that he so willingly gave her.

The private jet continued to soared through the sky, taking them to their next destination. But for now, they were content to just be, together, in their own little bubble of love and affection.

[sableicous]

ෆ

roman reigns ! roman and you have to grade papers (lol)

minors don’t interact

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so naive. so fucking naive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’ll have to find more papers to grade.

[ao3feed-ambreigns]

Times of Hurt Will be Conquered by Justice

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2urmhww

by WAKEMEUPwakemeupinsideCANTWAKEUPwakemeup

that title is way too cool for what youre about to read The family needs to recover emotionally, despite the hurt they all come closer together and when they go to the bar shit happens if you don't know what the fuck im talking about i suggest reading the other parts first because they are entirely intertwined with plot.

Words: 9957, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of WWE AU: normal dudes. sorta.

Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, OC (named Luis), OC (My friend's named Cyrus), OC (My other friend's named Alejandro), Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Apollo Crews, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Heath Slater, Jinder Mahal | Raj Singh, Drew McIntyre, Sting

Relationships: Finn Balor/Reader, Finn Balor/Original Charcter, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns, Jeff Hardy/Sting

Additional Tags: baby mention of apollo crews, even babier mention of sting, 3MB, 3mb being nerds, reads like an x reader personality of my oc, oc and reader are the same, characters use their real names, john good - Freeform, joe anoa'i - Freeform, colby lopez - Freeform, almost every character, apollo is still apollo, stings real name is steve, andrew mclean galloway the third because why the fuck not, The New Broods, hardy boyz nickname mention, oh yeah bullet club is somewhere

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2urmhww

[reignmyworld]

I need you to come back - Roman Reigns x Reader

Summary: You and Joe are expecting your first child. As you leave your regular check up at the doctor’s in order to head home a car smashes into your own, injuring you severely. The doctors are fighting for your life and the one of your unborn child. As Joe arrives at the hospital the time between hoping and fearing begins for him as he prays that both you and your child can stay with him.

Warnings: angst

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader

You left the doctor's office after your routine check up. You were happy that everything was going according to plan with your baby, not that you would have guessed otherwise but nevertheless it was a huge relief. You really couldn't wait to head back home with your husband already waiting there. You were just glad that the drive wouldn't be too long so you should be there in about 20 minutes. You were getting back into the car, pulled out into the traffic and headed towards your house.

It was just then when you were driving over some crossroads with the lights showing green, that someone on your left side seemed to have jumped a red light, crashing in your car with his. You didn't feel much but the heavy eruption and the only thing you heard was the glass shatter. It took you a moment to process what had just happened, when you were looking down at yourself, seeing parts of the glass sticking in your body, with a huge amount of blood soaking your dress. You couldn't even tell that it was you screaming until everything just went black and the noises surrounding you just became small mumbles before everything turned black and completely silent. It took the emergency doctor and the ambulance approximately 25 minutes until they were sure that you were in a stable condition to rush you to the hospital with you not having reached conscience during that time.

Just a few minutes later it was ringing on Joe's doorbell. He wondered for a second that you would be ringing although he was quite sure that you had taken your keys with you, but maybe he just imagined. The huge smile on his face dropped in the moment, when he saw that there were two police officers standing in front of him, both of them a serious look on their face. In their job it didn't really matter whether they would have to talk to a celebrity like a WWE superstar or normal people, delivering bad news was always hard to do. "Mr. Anoa’i?" ,one of them stated with Joe nodding his head. "Yes, how may I help you?" , he wanted to know. His gut feeling instantly turned heavy. "We're here because of your wife.", the officer said. "Is Y/N okay?", Joe wanted to know, being quite aware that his mother - who cam over to have dinner with her son and her daughter-in-law - had stepped into the hall behind him in the meantime. The other officer decided to take over. "We are sorry to inform you that your wife has been involved in a severe car crash. She had been rushed to the next hospital right away." Joe felt as if all life just left him. He stumbled: "Is she... I mean is she...?" The officer took a deep breath before he said: "She was alive when she was rushed to the hospital but it seemed as if her injuries were severe. We just wanted to inform you so that you could drive there right away."

Joe couldn't even remember that he thanked the officers and that he bid them farewell nor that he was close to a breakdown in his home. All he knew was that he was suddenly in his mother’s car with her rushing to the hospital, while he was sitting in the passenger's seat silent tears streaming down his face. His mother reached over to him, slightly putting some pressure on his hand, telling him: „She will be alright. You know her, she is a fighter. Everything will be alright.“ Joe really wanted to believe her, but he could see the tears leaving her own eyes.  So he just nodded, his heart shattering into thousands of pieces.

As soon as they reached the hospital Joe jumped out of the car and rushed into the emergency area leaving his mother behind, knowing that she would follow immediately. One of the doctor's was just coming out of the surgery room and Joe immediately grabbed him by his coat, screaming in panic: "My wife has been brought here a few minutes ago. She was involved in a severe car crash and she is pregnant in her seventh month currently." The doctor, who seemed to recognize him right away, tried to calm him: "Mr. Anoa’i, I know it's hard but please try to calm down. Your wife is still in surgery and we are trying our best." Joe could feel how his panic was turning into anger: "What do you mean you are trying your best? What do you fucking mean you are trying your fucking best?! She's not gonna die in there, you hear me?!" Before he could say another word, another doctor came out of the surgery room and with all of the authority he could establish, he said: "You better calm down now. We can understand that you are close to a breakdown, but that doesn't help your wife, your unborn child, yourself or your companion over there. Right now we are fighting for your wife's life as well as for your child's life. To save both of their lives ot at least increase chances to do so, we have to do an emergency cesarean on her because we neither know how much blood there is in her belly nor do we know whether your child is injured due to the glass sticking in your wife’s body. So I just want you to pull yourself together and give us your approval as her husband, so we can do our damn jobs."

Joe only remembered it as if he was trapped in a deep mist that he gave them his okay and with that they were just heading back into the surgery room to help their colleagues with the surgery. Joe was collapsing on one of the chairs, breaking down and just crying, while his mother never left his side. Minutes passed by, minutes that turned to hours while the doctors were rushing in and out of the emergency. He tried to get new information at the beginning but since everyone continued to shoosh him away by telling him that they don't have any news and they still would do anything in their power to safe your and your baby's life, he gave up. Agony was surrounding him as he could only think about how his own life would be over if he'd lost you. You have given him a meaning, you have given him a place he felt secure and thinking that this might be over was more than he could take. He felt as if someone cut out a piece of himself alrady, tossing it to the ground in order to leave it there to die. By now he was feeling absolutely numb and not even the presence of his beloved mother could help him feeling something else than sheer and endless pain and panic. He couldn't tell how long he had to wait until one doctor was finally making his way over to him. He got up to his feet slowly, his mother supporting him by wrapping her arm around his waist. He was absolutely afraid of what he would hear next. Especially since the doctor's facial expression promised anything else but good news.

With a voice that didn't sound like his own anymore he wanted to know: "Is she...? I mean are they...?" He couldn't even say it out loud. Saying it would mean accepting the possibility of having lost not only you but also your child and that was more than he could bear. As the doctor was shaking his head a little bit of hope returned, small and almost invisible but it nevertheless was there. He felt the reassuring grip of his mother that should tell him that everything would be fine in the end. Before Joe could voice another question the doctor let him know: "Mr. Anoa'i, both your wife and your child are alive. We had to deliver the baby early but except for a bumpy start in this world it is healthy and didn't experience any injuries from the car crash." He was making a longer pause and Joe's heart immediately sank as he asked: "What about my wife?" The doctor looked at him with a sad expression as he replied: "As of now we were able to safe her and she is in a stable condition regarding the circumstances. She was, however, injured badly. Despite of a lot of visible cuts that we had to stitch together, we had to remove one of her kidneys and her lungs were close to collapsing. Also her heart beat was gone temporary, caused primarily due to the heavy bloodloss she suffered. I have to be honest with you. There's still a 50/50 chance for her. As of now it looks as if she's making it. But it's not only the body that has to heal it's the mind also. She hadn't gotten back her conscience since she was rushed to the hospital and we have no chance of getting her out of the coma. I'm sorry that I don't have better news for you but as of now all we can do is hope that everything turns out for the best."

Joe felt as if he had lost the floor under his feet. All he could think about was that his life would be over as well should he loose you. He didn't even realize that his mother was talking to him until she gently shook his arm. "What?", he asked still not understanding what she was telling him. "I said that she will make it. Let time do some wonders, you know that she will survive. But now - no matter how hard it is - you have to be strong. You have a baby now that needs you more than anything else." Silent tears were running down his face as he realized that he didn't even think too much about his child the sheer fear of loosing you occupying his mind. He nodded his head as he turned back to the doctor, saying: "Can I see my child?" Just minutes later he was led into the intensive care where not only you but also your baby were supervised. Having it delivered two months early of course bore the risk of it facing infections or something like that hence why it was lying in an incubator. Joe's mother was waiting outside in the meantine while she gave her son the time he needed to somehow process all of the things that had happened and tossed his life upside down. As soon as he saw you lying on the bed with countless tubes coming out of your body, looking more dead than alive he couldn't help it but break down. He took a chair, sat down by your side and grabbed your hand, softly holding it while burrying his head by your side, sobbing: "I'm so sorry baby girl. I'm so sorry for not having been there with you. I would give anything if it was me laying there now instead of you. You have to come back to me. I love you more than my own life and I can't do this without you. I need you, our baby needs you. You can't leave us alone." He knew that it was senseless, that you wouldn't and couldn't react to what he was saying, but he nevertheless hoped that you somehow were able to hear him. He had no idea how long he was sitting by your side, crying silent tears until he was finally able to draw his attention to the little human being that had to arrive in this world under such sad circumstances.

When he was moving over to where the incubator was standing, he noticed how tiny the little body of his baby was. He glanced at the information regarding size, weight etc and stopped in his tracks when he realized that the both of you were parents to a little girl. You had decided that you didn't want to know it until the baby was born and there she was lying now. His little daughter next to her mother that was still fighting for life. With bittersweet irony Joe realized how close life and death could actually be. He was leaning down, studying the little silhouette, watching the tiny hands that were grasping for air. He immediately teared up again as he whispered: "Hello baby girl, I know you can't understand me but I'm your daddy and I'm doing anything to make sure that I can take you home with me as soon as possible. I love you."

*

The next weeks were anything but easy for him. Your daughter was getting stronger as days passed by, growing steadily, getting closer to the date as she was allowed to leave the incubator. But your own condition hasn't changed much. You were still in a coma, not showing any signs to wake up any time soon. Joe was absolutely worn out and done with his nerves. Everyday he would come, not leaving your or your daughter's side, praying for a miracle that you would return to him as not only he was missing you terribly but your baby needed you as well.

He couldn't even tell how many days have already passed since that horrible crash but it was one of those days where the weather absolutely didn't fit his mood. It was a sunny day with the birds chirping while Joe was sitting in a chair next to your bed, his shirt tossed to the side while your daughter was happily resting on his naked chest, being kept warm by the warmth his body was radiating and by the blanket that covered her little body. She was babbling happily while her tiny hands grabbed after Joe's hair while he was gently rubbing her little back, placing a tiny kiss on her little head and whispering softly: "I love you my little angel. I just hope that you could finally meet your mother." Of course he had already placed her tiny little body next to yours, hoping that this could bring you back, but unfortunately it was just another desperate try.

As he was 100% focusing on your daughter he suddenly could hear a faint noise, making his head turn immediately. He was holding his own breath, not daring to believe that this could indeed be happening. But another faint noise instantly raised his hope. He was getting out of the chair and moved over to your bed, your daughter still pressed to his chest as he carefully sat down on the bed next to you. He was reaching out to your face, gently tracing his fingertips over your cheek as he whispered full of hope: "Y/N can you hear me?" It felt like an eternity and he didn't dare to breath but then he saw it. Something that caused his heart to almost stop. Your eyelids were flickering slightly.

"Babe you need to come back to me. I need you, our daughter needs you. We can't make it without you. We both love you and we need you in our lives.", he gently whispered, his voice heavy with un-cried tears. After what felt like another eternity you were carefully opening your eyes, softly blinking into the daylight. You felt as if you had woken up after an eternal nap, trying to figure out where you were. You had trouble focusing your eyes on anything but you were sure that you knew the voice you were hearing constantly. Something made it hard for you to breathe hence why you tried to lift your arm, trying to get away whatever made it hard for you to breathe. Suddenly there were other noises surrounding you. It sounded as if there were a bunch of people in the room, although you knew neither of them. In the next moment you had the feeling as if a heavy weight was lifted from your lungs and your throat, making it possible for you to breathe again.

The last thing you heard was "She had come back, you and your mother were right, she is a fighter. Her body obviously took the time he needed. But you need to give her time now. It is possible that she won't remember you since her brain could have built a wall around the trauma and everything that had happened before. As of now we just have to wait and see." As soon as the first voice had stopped talking another one responded: "Thank you doctor. I just have to hope and pray for the best I guess." It only took you a moment to realize to whom that voice was belonging to, none other than your beloved husband.

You tried to focus on whatever was going on around you until your eyes got used to all of the impressions, seeing clearer again. That's when you finally saw him as he was bidding his goodbye to what seemed to be the doctor. As soon as the door was closed, you tried to speak. The voice that came out of your mouth was absolutely hoarse and sounded so different from the one you remembered, but it was definitely you speaking. "Joe?", you asked, your voice barely being more than a whisper. You could see how his whole body stiffened before he turned around, coming to your bed. You could see that his eyes were glistening as he sat down next to you, leaning into you and giving you a soft kiss, barely touching your lips before he whispered: "Welcome back baby girl. You have no idea through what hell I was going not knowing whether you would ever return to me."

"Why wouldn't I...?", you started but then it was like a dam had broken, letting all of the water in. Suddenly you remembered everything that had happened; the doctor's appointment, your relief because your baby was growing like it should, you looking forward to getting home for a relaxing evening, the car crash, all of the blood and the glass in your body, your fear that your baby might be hurt.... Your hands automatically found your belly, touching it only to find out that it was flat. Panic began to rise in you as hot tears shimmered in your eyes. "The baby...", you panicky exclaimed, before you added: "Oh god what happened to my baby?" Joe could see the sheer panic on your face, his heart breaking for you as he could absolutely understand what you were going through right now.

He gently caressed your cheek as he tried to calm you down: "Don't worry Y/N, the baby is doing absolutely well." With that he got up from the the bed, heading over to a tiny crib only to come back with a tiny human being that was covered in a soft blanket. As soon as he was back at your side, he sat down, turned his upper body to you and softly said: "Y/N may I introduce you to our daughter? Baby girl, here she is finally. Your mommy." And with that he carefully placed your daughter in your arms while you were looking down at that little wonder crying hard. You cried because of the way she had to be born, because you weren't able to protect her. You cried because you couldn't have been there for her in the severe days after her birth when she was still fighting for her life. You cried because you thought about the accident and what really had happened, about that you could have died leaving your husband and your daughter back alone, because your daughter could have died in your body, because everything could have turned out differently. You cried of pain, of joy, of relief and of fear because of the things that could have been but thankfully never were. You cried because you weren't able to have a normal birth in due time with your tiny baby lying in your arms right away, knowing that she was loved and protected. But most of all you cried because you saw your daughter for the first time ever and she was simply perfect. And you cried because you were reunited with the most important people in your life. Joe was pulling you closer while you still had your daughter pressed to your chest. She was smiling up at you and through your tears you were smiling down at her.

As soon as you had calmed down a little bit, you were snuggling closer to your husband, mumbling: "I will never leave your side and I will never leave our daughter’s side. I love you both more than words can say and I will fight to be with you for as long as possible." The last thing you felt were Joe's strong arms around you as well as his soft lips on your forehead before you were dozing off with your baby in your arms. Your body still took what he needed to heal but you were positive that with time you could be the old you again. And so was your husband as he was holding his little family in his arms, thanking god that he didn't take neither you nor his daughter away from him.

[caramelcleopatraa]

could you one where roman fingers his girl hardly till shes begging him to stop but he wont and he has a mission to make her squirt over and over again?

20 minutes. 20 dreadful minutes of him teasing her. She already knows that pleading won’t help. Roman always gets what he wants in the end. Her eyes are tightly shut and her hands are cramping due to how tight she’s clutching onto the sheets. And those desperate moans of hers were making him harder that she could imagine. “Daddyy- Fuck! please! I already came!” His villain-esque smirk showed her just how much he enjoyed this, followed by three tongue clicks. “Don’t tap out on me now, you told me you would last.” Roman knew that she was slowly falling apart from his hands. “I don’t want your hands anymore Romann,” she whined, her pleas still doing nothing but turning him on more. “Oh yeah? What do you need sweetheart?” He knew exactly what you wanted. In fact, he wanted it too. But there was something so addicting about her releasing all over his fingers until she couldn't anymore.

“You know what I want,” she says, her voice entwined with desperation. But he didn’t stop. His fingers plunged in and out of her despite her begs and warnings. Her hips bucked in response to the pleasure he was giving her, and she backed away from his fingers with each buck of her hips. But that didn’t last long, as Roman’s hands pulled her back to her original spot by her hips. “Uh uh, where are you going, hm?” He played with his tempo, going unbearably slow, to shockingly fast, making her scream out in satisfaction. She didn’t try to run away from him anymore. His fingers felt too good, and her orgasm crept up on her once again. “Romann~ I-" “Go ‘head an cum for me.” 

His hand and the towel under her were now drenched with her release. But he didn’t stop. He squeezed out all that he could before he let her rest. She was spraying like a fountain, creating a damp spot on his jeans. “I need that dick daddy, please.”

“One more,” He said, keeping his eyes locked on her pussy taking his fingers. “Daddyy! Pleeaase-“

“You want daddy’s dick, don’t you?” She nods, huffing in defeat. 

“Well you better cum for me one more time and maybe I'll think about giving you this dick.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

WORKOUT

word count: 801

x: typed this out in a couple of hours because I saw these pictures and imagined Roman working out in the outdoor gym and just started writing whatever came to my mind (not proofread) Enjoy this impulsive imagine.

content: 18+ mdni, established relationship, Roman Reigns x reader, Exhibitionism/Vouyerism, doggystyle, (sorta) public

He bought an Airbnb for you two after losing his championship title. Time to get away from the rush of it all. So, you two escaped and went to Miami, enjoying quality time alone in the house, or eating high end food in sparkling restaurants. The house was beautiful in itself. The exposing windows that separated the modern house from the outside. A mix of beige, black, and green. Decorative trees and bushes sprinkled around the house, complimenting the beige and black interior. The house had everything. Multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, a spacious pool with beautiful greenery surrounding it, and an outdoor gym overlooking the water and other modern houses in the distance. Of course, The outdoor gym was his favorite part of the house. And you reeked of the benefits. Watching his beautiful face contort as he pushed through different exercises. His warm caramel skin shining brighter with the sun’s help. You never thought that you would find yourself using the outdoor gym equipment. Except for today, grabbing onto the stable black bar while you and Roman engaged in a…. different type of workout.

“Mhm that ass so damn fat, making me feel so fucking good baby.” Your hand was starting to hurt from how tight you were grabbing onto the gym equipment. Your other arm was no help, being held behind you by your samoan lover. Soo, you wouldn't have to worry about grabbing on to the bar, because your other arm would be held behind you as well. Usually, you shied away from doing sexual acts in public, but he looks so sexy working out, you forgot to have shame while he fucked you stupid. Neither did you try to find shame because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. 

Your nails scratched at his forearms, yelling his favorite names in that sweet honey voice that hypnotized him into doing anything for you. “Ooohh~ shit! You’re fucking me so good!” The sight of his woman high off pleasure because of him gave him indescribable feelings of pride and happiness. “My baby so nasty, fuckk- keep talking to me mama,” Roman purred, burying himself deeper in your pussy, marveling at the wetness. Your legs were turning into jelly from his sudden slow and methodical, but forceful strokes. You needed more than that though. “Faster Roman…” His silence let you know what you needed to do. You knew that you would have to beg him to get what you wanted. “Daddy please stop playing! Fuck me for real!” But he didn’t give you any time to catch your breath, pulling you closer to his body by your torso and kissing you. He walked you closer to the edge, giving both of you a better view of the houses around you. But that also gave them a better view of you. 

“Ask me correctly.” “Baby, they can see us.” He held you tight against him, slyly slipping his thick hand between your thighs to rub your clit. “Let them see how good I’m fucking you. Ask daddy again.” You let out a heavy breath before saying, “P-please fuck me daddy. I need it so bad.” As much as he liked to tease you, he needed it as much as you did. Your arms were held behind your back again, but he submerged himself in the crook of your neck, talking you through it while sliding his dick back into you. Welcomed by the warmth and tightness he always missed when he pulled out of you. “That pussy feels so fucking good baby. You this wet because of me, huh?” You couldn’t respond before he started fucking you again. Your mouth fell agape, moaning like crazy. “Mhm, let ‘em hear. Let them hear how good I’m fucking this pussy.” His breath on your neck, his hold on you body, the way he fucked you, it made you dizzy. Your mind was going blank, and your knees were going weak, trying your best to communicate to him that you were going to cum without stuttering. “Daddy! Ugh shiit! Please let me cum.” “Go ahead mama, cum for me.” He held you up while you collapsed in his arms, legs shaking, eyes rolled back, screaming his name a couple more times while saying, “I’m coming!” as well. Your moans meshed with his deep grunts and groans, coming deep inside of you with some final thrusts, jerking your body forward. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. You grabbed the back of his neck, relaxing into his hold, sweaty and satisfied, close to your man. “Best workout you ever had huh?” He laughs at your joke, but doesn’t let you get the last word. “Just wait until after our date tonight sweetheart. You won’t ever need to hit the gym again.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

Private (Suit & Tie Revised)

Word Count: 1,300~

x: Somehow a lot easier to write, so I was able to get this entire part written in a night and some change. Came out sooner than expected as well. Don't get comfortable too long, cause I got some plans for these characters aaaand some tea *clacks fan* 🧐

xx: coming back to my old work makes me cringe so bad bruh

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, 18+, MDNI... please, oral ( f receiving)

“Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

Roman wasted no time tasting you. You sharply inhaled as Roman’s tongue pressed flat against your pussy. His eyes lingered on you, he wanted to see how you react when he touches you. He wanted to see how good he can make you feel. He wanted to see how your eyes roll back when you cum on his tongue. He barely knew you, and he was never one to attach to people so quickly. But your independence and fierceness were so magnetizing to him. Your presence, how you hold yourself, that attitude of yours, how you melt in his hands. It left him wanting more. Which led him to the position that he’s in right now. Between your legs while indulging himself in your sweet juices. 

Your hand makes its way to his head of hair, trying your best not to grab him for dear life. Your chest rises up and down from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. You’d probably never admit it even if your life was on the line, but you had never felt like this before. You’ve had your fair share of experiences, but this. Him. He made you feel so high off of pleasure. Your mind was in shambles already, and you have yet to cum. "Lemme love on that pussy, baby."

Loud moans shamelessly filled the empty space in the room. His hands wrap around your thighs to stop your thighs from shaking so intensely. He was making love to your pussy, and neither of you wanted it to stop.

The meticulous slow licks up your cunt made you lose your mind. His sudden change in pace left you whining and begging for him to go faster. He takes his time trailing wet kisses from your folds, to your clit, to your thighs, and any other place on your body that his lips could reach. You finally get a clear glimpse of his face. Still absurdly handsome, but now, his lower face is soaked in your wetness. “That pussy got me drenched baby.” His irresistible teasing had you rolling your eyes and dismissively waving him off, giving him somewhat of an attitude. But inside, you knew you were melting at his words. Taking the little summation of common sense you had, you retaliated. “Is that supposed to be a problem? This ain’t no average pussy Mr. Reigns.” 

“Damn right this ain’t no regular pussy,” He moans before delving into your core once more. “Good ass pussy.”

The ruthless cycle of licking and sucking made your whole body shake. Your needy and eager praises made him proud, encouraging him to keep going. He no longer wanted to toy with you, he wanted to make you cum. Work you up, just to be the one that sees you come down from your high feeling satisfied and taken care of. That familiar feeling came faster than you expected. You would’ve tried your best to hold it off, but considering how good you felt, you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Needed to. Your hands push at his head while you weakly warn him that you're close. He didn’t budge. He stubbornly sat there, lapping up every drop of you without a second thought. He wanted you to make a mess. He wanted you to cum all over his face while he licked up your release just to make you do it again. You were going to give him what he wanted, and he wasn’t leaving this dressing room without it. Your moans got louder, and your pleasure was steadily rising. You were about to explode. You weren't able to ignore this desire anymore. There was nothing more you wanted than to cum in his mouth. 

“Cum on my tongue, mama.”

Those 5 words were enough to send you over the edge. You unconsciously looked at him to see his reaction and you found his brown eyes locking onto yours. Neither of you looked away. He stared into your soul as he licked your pussy clean. You almost thought he was never going to move, based on the way he was eating you out. Any stray drops would land in his beard and dampen the seat. His thumbs massaged your thighs as you tried your best to calm yourself down from the mindblowing orgasm you just had. Strings of whispered curse words exited your mouth. Your hands trailed down your body to meet his and you interlaced his hands with yours. He stood up, still holding on to you, and pulled you to sit up. He took a seat next to you and wrapped his hands around your waist. You were hoisted onto his lap and laid on his chest. You didn't take him as someone to give aftercare, but you didn’t reject the attention you were being given at the moment. 

“How was that Ms. Expert?” Roman says, slowly rubbing the small of your back. You let your left hand rest on his chest while your right hand grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you. “It was good,” you say with a smile.

“I was definitely expecting you to be rougher,” you say, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably in his lap. “I will be when I fuck you. I said that I would take care of you, relieve your stress. And apparently, mama said I did a good job.” You two share smiles and laughter for a short time. You loved every second of this interaction, but something was gnawing at you. You had to ask, it was going to drive you insane if you didn't have answers. 

“So is she just a temporary accessory or your bottom bitch?” You asked with curiosity in your voice. He takes a moment to analyze your question. “More like a leech,” he says dismissively. His tone conveyed that this was a topic that wasn't a big deal to him. However, you still want to know more. “Seems like you attract leeches huh?” You feel his laughter through his chest.

“Hah hah very funny,” he utters sarcastically. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because my employee wants to join your roster.”

You were deep in thought. You were thinking about so many different situations and possibilities. ‘Was he just doing this because he was bored? Does he think of me like how he thinks of De’arra? Is he just taking advantage of me?’ 

“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere.

‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’

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[caramelcleopatraa]

English: Jealousy: Love Me Like You Say You Do

x: A fictional piece of writing starring Hazel and Roman and an uninvited guest that Hazel’s not a fan of

Parts: Celos: Observación ! Celos: Negación dolorosa ! Celos: Sucia

English: Jealousy : Observation ! Jealousy: Painful Denial ! Jealousy: Dirty

“Welcome back, Hazel,” the security guard says, opening up the door to the venue. Her stilettos clash against the cold concrete floor. She waves at a few familiar faces upon entry after telling the security guard thank you. 

She doesn’t get the chance to come visit much, so when she’s backstage, she tries to say hi to everyone. Being a CEO has its perks. Of course it's a lot of work to get to the stage where she experiences those perks, but she knew it would be worth it. And now that she’s gotten to that milestone she set a long time ago, she was able to leave the confines of her office to visit her man.

Her red silk blouse shimmered beautifully due to the bright overhead lights, matched with the red underlining of her red bottoms. Paired with black pants, a black clutch and a gold choker cuban.

An assistant not too far ahead of her, guided her to the room she requested, although she didn’t need to say that. They knew who she was, and who she belonged to. The assistant knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a pale dressing room, with black couches and chairs and mirrors lined along the wall. “This is really fancy,” Hazel says, sticking her head in to get a better look at the entire room while the assistant leaves to handle another person. A tall figure blocks her point of view, staring down at her. “The Tribal Chief always receives the best.” Roman flashes his pearly white smile, opening his arms, non verbally asking her for a hug. She laughs, and says, “I know that’s right.” She obliges, wrapping her arms around his torso, trying to get as close to him as possible. 

They soak in the feeling of the hug before disconnecting, finding eachothers eyes. “How was work, love? You got any more CEO shenanigans to tell me abo-” “Roman!” A high pitched voice calls out to him, causing him to turn his head to focus on the source of the loud yell. Tiffany Stratton. She leaned against some dusty stage equipment swiping her long blonde wavy hair out of the way to show her cleavage. He looks at Hazel for confirmation and she nods sweetly, letting him slip from her hands to attend to Tiffany. Normally, she wouldn’t stay outside to watch, but she knew Tiff. And Hazel knew how Tiff got around Roman.

Tiffany had made herself known to the bloodline by talking smack to Naomi. But before then, she would ask Roman for advice on how to excel in the business. Or at least that’s what he had said when Hazel asked. Hazel had always patiently waited for them to finish her conversation, looking up from her phone to see her twirling her hair and looking him up and down. This time wasn’t any different. The same old seductive stare with the scan, with a few extra dead pans at Hazel, because she felt bold. One more quick look at her phone was the mistake she made however, as she saw Tiffany gently trailing her hand down his arm. As much as Hazel tried to hide the shock in her face, her body went completely still. Hazel was frozen in place, and that overjoyed Tiffany, looking at her frozen state before giving him a flirtatious wink and twisting her hips as she left. 

She didn’t even notice him in front of her, calling out her name several times. “Hellooo

?” She shook her head, staring straight at his chest that met her eye level. “What were y’all talking about this time?” He shrugs his shoulders and says, “She had asked me about promos and stuff cause she’s doing one tonight.” ‘Of course. Convenience always works in her favor.’

“So promos had to lead to her touching your arm like that?” She pouted and looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with him while he smiled to himself, finding her jealousy cute. He grabs her face and turns her head towards him. “I’m not interested in her, my love. Only you. Now where were we before we got interrupted? How was your day?” She smiles slightly, basking in his chocolate eyes before a certain voice from inside the dressing room catches her attention. The TV was turned up, loud. On it, Tiffany Stratton inside the ring, cutting a small promo. The crowd roared as she spoke with arrogant confidence.

“And once I take care of Naomi, I’m gonna take Roman, because he’s mine. And I know he wants all of this,” Tiffany says, doing a slow turn, puffing her chest out to showcase her tits to all of the cameras and giving the main camera another wink.

‘I know this lil raggedy bitch ain't just-’

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[caramelcleopatraa]

Golden Hour

word count: 1k

x: finished this short thing in an hour at work...... nothing else to say... enjoy :)

content: You sing “Golden Hour” for Roman Reigns at his wedding. Roman x Semeni, Roman x Reader, angst

You had been invited to sing at a wedding. You were excited. You think. You haven't gotten to sing at a wedding in a long time. Of course, this was different this time. Who’s wedding? Roman and Semeni, your longtime friends that have stuck with you since high school, despite you all pursuing different paths. A pro wrestler, a singer, and a model. Who knew you three would go on to be so successful. But that’s not the thought lingering in your mind, no, your heart as you clutch the microphone with obnoxiously sweaty hands.

It was just two lovers 

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

You stood at the front of the shiny marble dance floor, accompanied by a shiny, immense grand piano, and a string quartet. You stood farther out in front of the instruments to be seen, but not too far to the point where you were distracting. Singing Golden Hour for the newly wed as they twirled across the dancefloor, love written across their faces. You could almost smile. Almost

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

God, that annoying, unbearable pain in your chest as you sang the song to your best ability, not showing the state you were trying to desperately betray. Why weren't you happy? Your best friend is getting married. It's not new news. Neither is the widespread burning in your chest. But you thought you had finally gotten over yourself. Countless journey entries, therapy sessions, hour phone calls to your friend Gianna, who tried her best to console you and be with you every time you called. But seeing them together, hand in hand, dancing along to your voice with their love for each other pushing and floating them across the floor. It was unendurable.

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

She got solar power

Minutes feel like hours

She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

The string quartet sang along with you, cheering them on into their new path in life. Something you should be doing, but you're not. Closing your eyes. That's what you had resorted to doing. Closing your eyes, singing the best you could. You imagined a wonderful white and blue room, adorned with ambient lighting and clouds everywhere. Fog covered the ground, but formed around your feet as you walked through. So captivating, but free at the same time. You wore a wonderful white gown, with silver accessories that shined bright in any room. And you looked up at Roman, wearing a designer black suit, with a silver clip with etched in diamonds attached to his suit, and a blue handkerchief. 

For the love of my life

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

He took your hand as you two moved across the thick fog. No audience, no guests or family members, just you two. Sharing a special intimate moment with each other. Letting your love cloud your mind. Interfere with your judgment. Living in this beautiful moment. Your whole body tingled, feeling a gust of cold wind, dispersing your picture perfect daydream. They had glided past you like two flies in the hot summer heat. Her gigantic snow white dress brushing your toes as they smile stayed still. Well it was working until now. It's almost as if her snapping you out of your daydream made it worse. If only it was real

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

A singular tear rode down your painted face. Staining the layers of makeup you had put on hours before the occasion. The camera man took a picture of you, probably mistaking your hot tear for a tear of joy. He couldn’t be more wrong. God, why were you here? Why did you even offer to do this for them? You should’ve known that you were going to break. It hurts. Seeing them together. In love. In a celebration and cheers to future happy memories, here you are. Questioning your placement here. Among these happy souls, as you stare holes into the side of their head. With anger? Disgust? Sadness? You didn't know. Maybe all three. Maybe none. The piano quiets and the string quartet fades. They take one longing look at eachother, and kiss. A loud explosion of head pounding applause followed. And you fakely followed suit. You wonder if you would have been more forward with him, that you would be standing in her place. All of these people would be clapping with you instead of her. If you would have told her to leave him alone, maybe they would have never gotten married. And you wouldn't be standing there, cursing yourself for being so scared. You looked at him with longing, and her with confused jealousy. As she stood there, and danced with your first love. They looked at you with unnerving happiness, their eyes and smiles thanking you for giving them such a special moment to remember. And you smiled too, wiping your tears to make things seem more dramatic. But Roman's face changed. Seeing right through your paper thin smile. And you knew he would ask you about it later.

Can they even imagine falling like you did?

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[caramelcleopatraa]

English: Jealousy: Love Me Like You Say You Do

x: A fictional piece of writing starring Hazel and Roman and an uninvited guest that Hazel’s not a fan of

Parts:

Celos: Observación !

Celos: Negación dolorosa !

Celos: Sucia !

English:

Jealousy : Observation !

Jealousy: Painful Denial !

Jealousy: Dirty !

[caramelcleopatraa]

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