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authors note: this filth was entirely inspired by this ask that i received earlier, along with @thekittysmeow encouragement, and, for some reason, i decided to run with it. we are so far gone, friends.

these characters are the main protagonists from au 'the space between us' series, but this can 1000% be read as a standalone.

word count: 4k

song inspo: 'i see red' by everybody loves an outlaw (def worth listening to while reading)

warnings: smut. infidelity. creampie. oral sex (female and male receiving). somewhat rough sex. dominant and submissive themes. slight degradation. daddy kink. good girl kink. vaginal penetration. anal penetration. dirty talk. unprotected sex. multiple positions. aftercare. roman is an asshole. sort of. this is just downright nasty.

credits: graphic made by me. flashing banner by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and tw banner by @cafekitsune

The tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat along with the stretch of his impossible girth has tears brewing in my eyes and burning my vision. I work my hands, both of them, fingers never touching, up and down the base of him. He’s hard, hot, and rigid as fucking steel in my hands and in my mouth, spit and drool seeping out the corners, spilling down my face and mixing with the sweat already accumulated from the exertion on both ends.

His hand squeezing my ass cheeks before separating them open even more is the precursor to the way I moan, mouth still full of his massive cock as his tongue fucks into my other hole.

An incoherent curse word mumbled against his member that I continue to deepthroat with a greed and desire that doesn’t make sense. Similar to the way he eats and sucks on my cunt like we didn’t just do this shit just this morning before leaving for the excursion he planned for us.

And that was after a night full of food and fucking. The dominant themes for this trip he’s taken me on, one of several, with some other far too domestic things sprinkled within.

Another slap to my ass almost has me choking on him for a different reason, the imprint of that massive palm sure to be left behind as a reminder of all the sinful, wicked, carnal festivities that have taken place over the past few days.

We’re on the tail end of our “vacation,” and a part of me wonders if that’s the reason for the upped ante. The reason we can’t seem to be around each other for too long without clothes being discarded and some part of him inside me, whether it be my mouth, my vagina, and after far too much alcohol—for both of us—in my ass.

The thought alone returns a disgustingly kinky flashback.

Even drunk out of my mind, hands gripping the headboard for dear life, like letting go means the end of me, or maybe this, I can still visualize it. The way his brow must be furrowed as he stares at my ass, the jiggle and coil of it bouncing off his cock entrapping him into a sort of trance.

“Goddamn, look at how good you taking my shit, baby,” he curses, one hand on the small of my back, the other digging into my hip. “Taking my cock in your ass like the good little bitch you are.”

The moan tumbles out as I clench my eyes from the stretch and almost burn of him driving into me, over and over again, spreading and opening me up in a way never been done before.

“You like this shit, don’t you?” He goads, and right away, I already know whatever follows will spawn immediate and instant agreement. “The feel of my dick in this tight ass of yours.”

I was right.

“Mmmm, yes, daddy.” My words are slurred, my thoughts all over the place, the only focus being on how good the shit feels. “Fuck my ass, daddy. Oh shit.”

If my face wasn’t already a flushed mess from the combination of sucking his dick and him eating me out, I’d give the ripest tomato a run for its money.

That….that will have to be something I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to forgetting. Trying to scrub it from my memory, something that might be significantly harder than I’d like to believe given the fact that even the massive amount of alcohol that coursed through my body that night wasn’t enough to serve as an eraser.

That’s not even including the fact that we recorded it.

A recording I will make sure, come hell or high water, gets deleted before we step foot on that jet.

I’m not…..entirely opposed to the idea of us….documenting some of our adult time activities, especially for those stretches of time where we can’t see each other. But, not that. No evidence can exist that reveals just how far we took things that night.

Or, rather where I took him that night.

“Suck that shit, Sol.” His voice from in between my legs, thighs on either side of his face, my other hand going to his thigh, using it to keep me up, is a welcomed distraction. “Shit, that mouth is fucking perfect.”

His praise shouldn't make my cunt flutter nor should it cause my cheeks to hollow as I work to take as much of him as possible. Long-term entrance and presence of the length of him in my mouth is virtually impossible. He’s too thick and long. Doing so would only land me in someone’s ER.

But, that doesn’t mean I can’t try.

Especially when the reward is so satisfying.

My lips sucking him off conjoined with his mouth on my cunt create an orchestra of sorts. The sound of sucking and slurping filling the room that reeks of sex, sweat, and sins too great for even the Man above to forgive.

Our transgressions extend to the end of the time.

Finally, that skillful tongue of his thrusts one too many times in my hole that he’s stretched and assaulted more than I could ever count, causing me to remove my lips from his dick. Instantly, my mouth is watering at the sight of him, tip flushed red, rigidity beyond what makes sense. The saliva continues to seep over as I move my ass back against his mouth, fucking his face. “God, you eat my pussy so good, Ro. Fuck.”

Always has. He’s awful, insufferable, the source of so many of my problems, but none of that seems to matter the minute that mouth latches onto my cunt.

He’s suddenly the cure to all of my ailments despite also being the cause.

Grinding on his face causes his hands to move to the meat of my ass, pulling me deeper onto him, but not before I earn another slap that echoes off the walls and has me hissing. “Who the fuck told you to stop?” Slap. “I want that pretty little mouth full.”

Words that don’t need to be repeated. Like the good, submissive little thing I am for him when it’s just the two of us, I take him back in my mouth, continuing my combo of fisting and sucking him at the same time.

His groans and grunts of pleasure sound against my clitoris, both from the enjoyment of me reminding him that he’s not the only one with a gifted tongue along with the fact that eating pussy is one of Roman Reign’s greatest enjoyments in life.

Especially when it’s mine.

And, I can never deny that I don’t enjoy it just as much.

Once more I remove my mouth, running my tongue up his length, focusing on that thick vein while my fingers move to jerk his heavy balls. “You gon’ come for me, daddy?”

His response is a sharp, pained, “fuck, Solana.”

My smile is wicked, nails running along his cock. “Mmm, was that a yes?”

“Shut up,” he growls, reaching for the base of my back, pushing and pressing down. “Gonna come all in that smart ass fucking mouth of yours...”

I make a sound, lips together as I kiss along my favorite oral fixation. “But, that’s what I want.” And I go right back to it, focusing on swirling my tongue around his tip every so often, along with maintaining the alternations between tugging on his balls and fisting him.

It’s a dangerous combination that he repays by moving his hand to play with my pussy while continuing to tongue fuck my hole. A NSFW game of sorts, the way we both work to see who can make who come first, even though deep down, I already know how this will play out.

Try as hard as I may, he never fails to make me cross that finish line.

And, he does just that, as I come undone all over his face, nearly choking on him once more from the moan the tumbles out as I shatter, mouth forced to detach from his rock hard cock.

He’s almost right after me, cum spurting and shooting out all over my face. My eyes shut and lips latch back onto his pulsing member, eager to feel the salty warmth down my throat. He comes so much, ropes working its way to my stomach as I swallow every bit of it, only lifting my head to wipe my face, licking my fingers and the residuals on his dick clean.

His hand is soon fisted in my hair, blowout almost completely sweated out, leaving my curls at the mercy of his iron grip. He pulls me so far that my back is arched back against his body, his mouth near my ear.

“Lemme see.”

I open, tongue darting out to reveal only minimal remnants of his cum. And even out the corner of his eye, I can see that wicked smirk as he presses his lips to my temple. “Good girl.”

Once more, my body reacts instead of my brain.

Though, in all honesty, she doesn’t seem to clock in whenever it comes to this man. Logic and rationale left long ago, years prior where we shared our first kiss in my dorm room, something I swore would and could never happen again.

Yet, here I am, in Paris, having sat on that same man’s face with the perfect view of the Eiffel tower, all while my wedding ring, given to me by my husband, sits collecting dust in the top drawer of the suite.

Along with the phone that I've barely used, only offering occasional replies to my husband.

You can’t make this shit up.

Roman allows me a few minutes of rest, repositioning my body so I’m laid on top of him, his fingers dancing up the base of my spine.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.”

That’s it. We’d had our pillow talk earlier, something I can’t allow to be repeated. It’s slippery and dangerous, because every time, the conversation transpires far too long. Reminds me that as much as I hate him, hate what he always manages to ease me into, makes me become when I’m with him, I don’t.

Not even a little.

The respite is short-lived, as I knew it would be.

My palms flat on his hard chest, his hands gripping the meat of my hips, moving me up and down his length.

“Oh, fuck, Ro. Yeah, baby, fuck me,” I moan, eyes shut, head thrown back on him as I bounce on top of him like doing so is the high I need to chase. Need to have.

“Ride my dick, Sol,” he encourages, another slap—one of his favorite things—to my asscheek, encouragement of sorts. “Take it all.”

I don’t need to be told, my big breast pressed together from the way I use him to stabilize myself. My thighs are burning, the exertion far too much for any human, but the feel of him deep inside me is too wonderful to bypass. I can’t stop.

Even if I wanted to.

“That lil’ bitch fuck you like this?”

For a moment, just a minute, the enjoyment completely dwindles. I hate when he does this. Reminds me of him. When it’s just the two of us, I try to pretend that it’s just the two of us.

It doesn’t work. Never does. Probably never will, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.

“His lil' ass cock feel as good as my big dick?” He continues, refusing to let up, digging and twisting that knife deeper as he starts thrusting up into me.

“Fuck!”

“He’s a fucking lil’ boy,” Roman snarls, my eyes shut not preventing me from generating the visual of him focused on me, gaze shifting and back forth from my swinging melons to the way my mouth remains ajar, face scrunched up in pleasure. “A little bitch cosplaying as a real man. Acting like he knows how to please you.”

His nails press into my hips, my cunt squeezing him. “Roman….”

“He could never fill this pussy like I can.” Hate. “Get you on your knees to take it up the ass like I can.”

His cruel taunts continue as I gyrate on top of him like a woman on the brink of insanity. “F—fuck you, R—roman.”

“Exactly.” He sits up, and I scream at the way he quickens his pace, relentless and unforgiving. My arms move around his neck, holding onto him, as he growls into my ear. “Me. It’s me who you come to when you want this pussy pounded. My name that you scream and cry like the good little slut you are. My slut.”

The tears spill over, a result of his words, true no matter how I try to paint it, but also from how he thrusts inside of me. He’s gotta be in my fucking stomach. “Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes.”

His hand in my hair, tips of his short nails pressed into my scalp. “Yes, what?” He holds me still, halting my movement as he takes over entirely, driving up into me. “Acknowledge daddy properly when he’s talking you, slut.”

“I’m your slut!” The tears continue as I hold onto him, willing to say and do whatever just to keep him going, to keep him fucking me the way he is. Gone is any anger or frustration at how he always finds a way to turn this into a competition of sorts. Especially when he knows that he comes out on top every single time.

Clearly.

I moan, my own fingers traveling up to his hair, pulling back as I sob into him. “Fuck me with that big dick, Ro, please—don’t—don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he vows, and before I know it, he has me on my back, my knees to my ears, driving me into the damn mattress.

For all that’s good and holy, I pray no one can hear me. Hear this. Hear the dirty, nasty words that leave my mouth as he fucks my pussy like it’s his last will and testament.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, and I can only imagine the sight before him, the way that big, beautiful dick has to be covered in my juices, his as well, white and glistening while he stretches my cunt. “Fucking milking the shit out of me. Such a good girl. My girl. Not his. Mine.”

As determined, devoted, and possessive as he sounds, it’s impossible for me to not mentally negate it.

I’m not his.

Never was and never will be.

But, I suppose that doesn’t matter, because in this space, I might as well be. He’s taken and used me in ways that even with Cody, being my lawfully wedded husband, I would never allow.

Some things just too much, but also not.

Because I didn’t stop the man on top and leaning over me, determined to make me come all over his dick for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, from sticking his tongue and dick in my ass. Didn’t stop him from hitting record on the phone that forever memorialized the type of filthiness we created found in only premium hidden behind a paywall porn.

Didn’t stop him from literally dragging me on this trip, because we wouldn’t be us if he didn’t piss me off a few days before we departed. A tale as old as time. An argument. A forced reconciliation. Mind blowing sex. Domesticity that sometimes bothers me more than the extremely sexual nature of this years long affair. Brief period of radio silence on both ends, and then we do it all over again.

No, I never stop any of it.

So perhaps, there is more truth to his words that I would like to admit.

That I’ll never admit.

“Gonna come in you,” Roman’s growl drags me from the existential thinking patterns that briefly consumed me, remind me of the fact that this man is seconds away from making me squirt all over him.

Wouldn't be the first time.

He keeps his hands on the back of my thighs, refusing to allow any budge, to let anything keep him from digging into me the way he is. “Fill this cunt up. That what you want, baby? For daddy to fill his pussy up like he always does?”

A fresh set of tears as I nod rapidly and desperately, “yes, daddy, I want your cum inside me.”

The most insane and mind-blowing thing to come from a married woman’s mouth. Especially when the man in question is not my husband. But, I don’t care. Because this the space of no-return, where he’s got me so dickmatized, I don’t think. I feel. And the only thing I want to feel is his cum completely filling me, spilling out of my used, abused hole.

“Please,” I beg, reaching to hold him close to me, wanting his body pressed against mine. Just wanting him.

Roman hums, eyes shutting, face turned up from focus and dedication. And pleasure. “Fuck, Sol. You feel so good. Can’t stop…”

I have zero evidence, none whatsoever, but the sense I get from his words is that there’s a double meaning. One that I can fully relate to.

In all the ways.

Just as last time, I come first with a loud scream, hands gripping his muscular biceps, crying and whining from the bliss of it all. And, he’s right after me, emptying into me until nothing is left. Taking his semi-erect dick in hand as he smears his cum across my pussy lips, thick fingers pushing ropes of it back inside of me.

Fingers he brings to my mouth, that I lick clean with zero prompt or demand.

Another ‘good girl’ that makes my stomach flutter and flip with appreciation that doesn’t make much sense but exists every single time I receive an iota of praise.

My body is all but limp one he finally moves off of me, the feeling below my stomach more or less nonexistent. Fluttering eyes faintly follow the sight of his big body climbing off the mattress, toned, bare ass in view as he walks away and disappears in the attached bathroom.

Left alone, I take a deep breath and allow myself a second to pretend.

To pretend that nothing about this is wrong and immoral when it’s all of that and more.

Allow myself to enjoy the moment for what it is and not what it means.

Forced avoidance but perhaps a necessity as well?

Because the alternative…I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.

Or, if I ever will be.

The sound of footsteps as I manage to sit up on my elbows just in time to see him walk back over to the bed, flaccid dick swinging between thick thighs. He says nothing, just reaches over and lifts me from the bed. Carrying me into the bathroom, I see the water running in the decent sized shower. And continuing in that silence, he carries us into said space, careful with how he places me down on the ground.

Naturally, my knees buckle, my body swaying into him. The water sprays down onto our spent bodies, soaking and saturating us from head to toe as I cling onto him.

He holds me, his lips pressed into my reverted coils, offering nothing else but the comforting feel of me leaning into him.

I’m not sure how long we’re like that. I just know there’s something intimate—almost more intimate than what we’d just done—as he washes my body. Unlike our wild, erratic fucking, his touch is gentle. An extra layer of delicacy as he moves the wash cloth over that now sensitive area between my legs.

It takes a conscious effort to not return the favor, my hand almost reaching to retrieve his hand towel when I remember why I can’t.

What that means.

Even if it does absolutely nothing to make it any less true.

Once we’re done showering, our bodies dry and our hair dry enough, he carries me out of the bathroom and out the bedroom. Down the hall to the room that we reserve for sleeping and only sleeping, the bedding in the other room beyond the point of repair.

Those sheets are good and done.

While I was able to stop myself from washing his body with the same gentleness he washed me, I can’t stop myself from cuddling up to him as we lay in bed. The way I inhale his scent, masculine and clean, the way my hand grasps at his chest. The small sigh that leaves my mouth when he kisses my temple.

“I have something for you.”

An unexpected break of our comfortable silence. The small smile I didn’t realize had settled on my face lowering into a frown as he shifts his body, reaching over near the nightstand. Naturally, I sit up, breast and nipples pressed against the cotton of his shirt that I’d changed into following our shared shower.

The frown, however, is replaced with my eyes widening and mouth dropping.

“Roman…”

He remains silent, gaze never leaving me as I retrieve the item in hand. Thick and slightly heavy, my fingers carefully gloss over the feel of the smooth letter, the slight indent of the lettering that’s in French, a language I don’t understand, but it’s an understanding not needed in this moment. The wording at the bottom provides all the answers.

And my smile is all but unavoidable as I bring the special French edition of my favorite book, Pride and Prejudice, to my chest.

He chuckles, finger caressing my cheek. “You still collecting em’, right?”

I look over at him, offering nothing but a silent nod, too unsure of what I’m feeling to offer anything else.

After all these years, he still remembers. Still keeps up with what might be considered a tradition at this point. I’d told him so long ago, as we sat on the stadium bleachers together, just the two of us, under a blanket of countless stars. Told him of my favorite book. Of my weird habit of wanting to buy a copy wherever I went. Of one day aspiring to travel outside the country and collecting international editions.

An Italian edition was the first one he gifted me.

More came after that as I soon realized every time he traveled or went out of town, he’d come back with gifts. Jewelry and other extravagantly expensive items I fear I’ll struggle with hiding when the day comes where I’m done with medical school and forced to officially move in with Cody.

But, none of it meant or means as much to me as the copy of P&P he, without a doubt, came bearing as well.

And, this is no different.

Flying us to Paris is one thing, taking me out to view the city I’d always dreamed of visiting is another.

This though….this, I don’t know what to make of, even with it not necessarily being anything new. Still, there’s something about it that…that I can’t put my finger on.

But, I feel it.

God, I feel it.

My eyes shut, that warmth settling in my stomach, in my chest, in my heart, as he leans forward and brings his finger to my chin, tipping my head up just enough for our mouths to connect. And in every sexual act we’ve done over the past almost week, nothing has felt as wonderful, as intimate, as that. My eyes flutter open to meet his, that unspoken thing flashing in his surprisingly soft gaze.

“Happy birthday, Sol….”

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🩸 BENEATH THE BLOODLINE ~ Coming Soon 🩸

Power buys silence. Blood buys loyalty. In Thornhill, nothing buys forgiveness. Only debt. And debt always collects.

🖤 Psychological Thriller | Dark Romance | Gotham/The Boys Energy | Slow-Burn Smut | Obsession | Power | Trauma

“Some monsters aren’t born. They’re made. And in Thornhill… they’re worshipped.”

Thornhill is a city built on blood and secrets — and Roman Reigns just walked out of prison after serving time for a crime the system couldn’t convict. The city calls him a monster. A myth. A mistake that shouldn’t have been released.

To keep him quiet, they assign him a therapist: Dr. Jasira Imani Cedeño, brilliant, guarded, and fighting her own darkness. What begins as a mandated evaluation quickly spirals into obsession, power games, and a connection neither of them can afford to want.

He’s not safe. She’s not scared. And the city won’t survive them.

Sneak Peek: He hadn’t said a word. Not a single one. And yet Jasira felt the weight of him in the room—sharp as glass, heavy as stone. His eyes tracked her like a wolf cataloging prey—but it wasn’t hunger she saw there. It was something older. Deeper. The kind of knowing that doesn’t fade once it has your scent. "You’re not what they said you’d be," she said quietly. The corner of his mouth curved, slow as a knife sliding home. "Neither are you."

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No Angel - R. Reigns 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns + Female Reader

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This Idea

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Thousands of people attended this Wrestlemania kickoff event, prepared to watch Cody Rhodes battle Roman Reigns for the championship title.

“Is there a problem?” Cody noticed that Roman became distracted.

“Are you talking to me?” As the dark tresses of this ponytail swung, Roman narrowed his brown eyes toward Cody and fans almost whistled.

“We're live tonight and you've been staring at the crowd.” Cody pointed.

Uh-oh. Reigns nearly grinned. I've been caught red-handed!

Not long after Roman joined the stage this evening, he noticed you.

Throughout the evening, Reigns wondered if your own smile could last long.

“You got me, all right?” Chuckling through his Southern accent, Roman nodded to Cody.

Your smile deepened this time around and longtime cameras zoomed in, focused when you laughed. That audience cheered even more.

Once Seth Rollins arrived though, even Roman's cousin Dwayne Johnson marched and soon, tension leveled an upcoming Tag Team match.

As security guards rushed on stage to calm everyone while ending this segment, Roman couldn't help making eye contact with you.

“Sorry! We gotta go. Bye, Princess.” You caught one final moment as personnel moved Reigns behind the scenes.

Voices raved in all directions as lights turned down to close this special.

You would always remember that night.

*****

“You called her Princess?” Never forgetting what happened with you earlier, Dwayne still teased Roman during the match against Cody and Seth.

“Stop it.” Roman casted both eyes toward the ceiling of this large-scale venue.

“Still crushing, Uce?” Dwayne kept smiling toward Roman anyway. “That's funny.”

“She was cute, though.” Roman almost pouted when your distant smile crossed his mind again.

“Go ahead and put your game face back on. You could always find someone else.” Dwayne settled.

Maybe… Roman thought, pulling straight back into war.

_____

“Hi.” You caught his attention out of nowhere as Roman almost stumbled near the barricade.

“Hey…” Leaning over to catch his breath, dark tresses shadowed his chiseled face as tribal ink marked one end of his body.

“Look out!” Fans tried to warn Roman because Seth Rollins lurked from behind.

“Your legacy will end tonight. ” Immediately turning this moment around, Seth almost punched Roman in front of you.

“Don't you ever touch me again!” Reigns shoved Seth back without thinking twice. “I'll beat your ass.”

Kicking Seth down, Roman locked eye contact with you to assert power.

Raising one finger, you acknowledged The Bloodline, but Roman shook his head and held your hand.

His red glove sleeved calloused yet gentle fingers as he smoothed your knuckle and smiled once more.

“Finish the match.” You almost chuckled this time around.

“Yes Ma'am.” Reigns grounded his promise and nodded, walking beyond determination.

When Roman turned away from you, Dwayne almost laughed out loud while carrying the one of the Tag Team belts, victorious

“All right now! I'll shut up.” Dwayne even kept pointing between you and Roman, bringing out that well-known smile.

“Call me.” Subtitles picked up Roman's chance with you and his free hand gestured contact when the night ended.

Big-time cameras welcomed your last smile as credits rolled out this weekend, but nothing could've prepared you for what happened next.

****

“Dreams do come true because Cody Rhodes finished the story at last!” Commentators brightened history when Cody defeated Roman Reigns and ended the famous title run for good.

As vibrant confetti rained down everywhere, Cody welcomed loved ones into the ring as thousands of people cheered through excitement here.

Still, you watched this new era in disbelief as Roman's march settled down, no longer holding the strength that would carry power for years.

Even Wiseman Paul Heyman shook his head for a moment before starting to follow the Tribal Chief.

When Reigns could finally notice your presence once more, his brown eyes nearly damped grief.

Even his heart dropped as though failure disappointed you more than himself.

“I'm sorry…” Roman whispered, almost vanishing to never be seen again.

_____

Later that evening, this one absolutely gorgeous bouquet of flowers waited in your hotel room.

As an envelope framed nearby, questions remained until you opened the card.

Sweetheart…

Nothing will change what happened tonight, but I'd like to apologize again for letting you down.

Please enjoy the flowers.

Your Tribal Chief,

-Roman Reigns

Even his phone number snuck in, but you couldn't help thinking of privacy. Calling this man right away could disturb much-needed rest tonight.

Given no other choice, you calmed down thoughts and slept this time around, just accepting another dream from reality.

*****

The next morning, you woke up early to find breakfast in your bedroom. Before long, sunlight warmed curtains that drifted around this place.

Just as you planned to head home, knocking gently reached the main door.

Checking the hallway, you grinned for a moment when Roman stood.

“No security?” You questioned.

“Snuck out of my room.” Roman placed one finger near his lips. “Hurry!”

“What's going on?” Almost panicking, you opened the door.

“You didn't call me last night…” Reigns almost jogged inside, amused here.

“I…” You struggled.

Nearly towering beyond height, Roman wore athletic clothes while this messy bun styled his dark tresses. That graying beard still lingered.

“Something wrong, baby girl?” His Southern accent picked up once more as another nickname fueled your senses.

Shit! You just don't even know what to think anymore.

“I'm sorry, but what do you want?” Your voice pulled emotions together at last. “My flight will leave today.”

“All right. This sounds forward, but could we stay in touch?” Reigns tried with you.

You're no longer dreaming.

Everything made sense now. Flirting at the kickoff event. Trading exchanges from both matches. Roman sent flowers last night. On and on.

Something happened again and you'd be foolish without trying.

“Call me.” You promised, no matter what the future holds.

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SZA

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MYA

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[violetmuses]

Jey Uso + Female Reader (Neighbor AU) 🏡

Fandom: WWE 

Character: Jey Uso 

Author’s Note: Hi! Jey won the AU poll. Enjoy this drabble and thank you so much for reading my work!  - V. 💜

Part 2

@thekittysmeow @miss-kuki-nz 🏷

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“Hey, stop looking out the window, man. What are you doing?” Jimmy Uso questioned his twin brother Jey while cleaning up the kitchen this morning. 

“Somebody moved in.” Jey almost squinted by the kitchen sink, overlooking this long street as one truck arrived. 

“For real?” Nosey as well, Jim stopped working and glanced in the same direction. Across the way, workers hustled back and forth to enter the vacant house, but another vehicle pulled up soon afterward. 

Soon enough, Jey headed outside before his own footsteps could pause. Even Jimmy followed, curious. 

As warmth could melt each somewhat upscale home, Jey couldn’t help observing. You directed staff members until the truck moved away, giving out much needed privacy as you joined this unfamiliar location. 

“Hi.” You greeted Jimmy and Jey first. 

“Hey…” Jey almost slipped, but you laughed for a moment when Jimmy nudged his arm. 

“Welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Jim and this is my brother Jey.” Jimmy offered an infectious smile as this tight bun styled dark curls. 

“It’s good to meet both of you.” You didn’t know what to think, but Jim seemed nice, at least up close. 

Jey caught your eye next. Colorful sunglasses topped his short haircut as gold crossed bottom teeth. Handsome, quiet. 

“Wait..” Jey stepped closer, but wouldn’t make you uncomfortable for obvious reasons. 

“Yes?” You asked. 

“What’s your name?” Jey questioned back, still thinking. Even right now, as heat mugged everywhere, you looked pretty. 

“Oh! I’m…” Right before introducing yourself, someone else yelled from another angle on the cul-de-sac. 

“Jimmy, who’s that?” Another woman started talking, but you kept watching Jey, almost embarrassed. 

Whatever happens in the future with this new place, you’d think of him. 

[thekittysmeow]

Relatable

[thekittysmeow]

😍🥰

theestallion: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ sailor hottie

[thekittysmeow]

Kaliii 😍🥰

[violetmuses]

Jey Uso + Female Reader (Part 2) 🏡

Fandom: WWE (Neighbor AU)

Character: Jey Uso 

Part 1 

@thekittysmeow @misskukinz 🏷️

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As time moved on, Jey couldn’t help thinking back.

Even while Jimmy and his wife Naomi planned gatherings, this man wondered if you might show up one day. Instead, you’d stay alone, remaining distant as your car waited in the driveway after work of course. 

Ringing the doorbell this afternoon, Jey held this delicious meal to share and wanted to make a difference himself. 

“Hi.” You opened the door, smiling. 

“Hey, Jimmy planned a cookout this weekend and I didn’t know if you had lunch yet, so we put together this plate.” Jey tried. 

“Oh, thank you.” Almost bashful, you took the gesture and stepped outside, standing by the curb. “I really appreciate it.” 

“Hey, Sis!” Jimmy called out, making you laugh. Charcoal began to smoke from all directions. “Enjoy your food.” 

‘Thanks, Jimmy.” You spoke up again and Jey almost turned back, yet looked over his shoulder when you closed that front door. 

Damn. Jey thought. His soul might rush forever. 

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With each passing moment, small chances lingered more and more, but Jey knew so much better. You were a stranger, this crush that quietly moved around dreams. Even your heart might cherish someone else to begin with. 

And yet, Jey learned the truth out of nowhere. 

Checking his mail, he found this random envelope: 

Jey, 

My heart skips too. 

-🫂

When Jey looked up, you smiled across the street.