#wwe request

I've been missing my bae Joe... but that interview has a chokehold on me! 🩷🩷 Thank you so much for requesting this :)

She's cute, yeah | R.R

Summary: He always secretly liked when interviewers asked about you, because now he gets the chance to talk about his favorite person.

Pairings: Joe Anoa'i {Roman Reigns} x fem!reader

Warnings: Flustered!Joe, Teasing (friendly), intense emotions, Joe is referred to as Roman.

Word Count: 514

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: The way he kept saying “Yeah” WITH THAT VOICE 😮‍💨

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Requested by @alicejoaquin1990 hope you like it!

*I haven’t written smut in a lonnng time so I apologize in advance

**Lujuria means lust in Spanish according to Google

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June 3rd 2020

You sat backstage and waited for the WWE Cruiserweight finals to begin. You were a big fan of Drake Maverick but you were hoping that your good friend El Hijo del Fantasma won the tournament and the championship.

You met Fantasma when he first got signed to WWE back in Augest and ever since then you developed a little bit of a crush on him.

He was always so nice and he flirted with you a lot you always wondered if he felt the same way.

You watched as both Drake and Fantasma made their entrances, you knew this was gonna be a good match and you were excited to see it play out. You were also hoping those two mysterious men with the luchador masks didn’t make an appearance.

They puzzled you. It appeared like they only attacked cruiserweights but you were unsure of their motives. It was ever confusing. Whenever you asked Fantasma about it he had no answers either only saying that they better not get involved in his business again.

The match was great, you didn’t move an inch as you watched Drake and Fantasma go back and forth, hitting each other with everything they had. Eventually it looked like Drake had the upper hand when the masked strangers reemerged. You watched as they zeroed in on Fantasma, you were worried that they were about to attack him but Drake came flying through the ropes and stopped them. Fantasma rolled back into the ring as Drake fought them off. But when Drake got back in the ring Fantasma kicked him in the face and hit him with the phantom driver and won the match.

You were shocked. El Hijo del Fantasma was the new WWE Cruiserweight champion.

And as happy as you were for him there was a part of you that questioned why they showed up when they did and why for some reason they did nothing to Fantasma.

You decided you would ask him when he got back to the men’s locker room. So you went back to the women’s locker room and got all of your stuff together. By the time you was done it looked like everybody already left the arena.

You were worried that Fantasma already left too but as soon as you got to the men’s locker room and knocked on the door he opened it with a smile on his face.

“Y/N! Come in it’s just me in here”

You walked into the room and took a seat on one of the benches as you took in his appearance, seeing that he only had on a pair of basketball shorts.

“Hey, congrats on winning the cruiserweight championship. I’m really happy for you”

“Gracias, thank you! It is very appreciated”

You smiled as you thought about your next words, trying to choose them carefully.

“So um, I saw that those two masked guys came out there again”

Fantasma sat down across from you. “Yeah they were going to attack me”

“It looked like it yeah, but they didn’t really do anything until Drake jumped on them”

Fantasma smirked. “Yeah he really helped me out”

“Right he helped you out and.....well you kind of look advantage of that”

Fantasma looked puzzled” Well what was I supposed to do?”

“Why didn’t you help him?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions? What are you getting at?”

You took a big breath. You had to know.

“Are those two masked men working for you?”

It looked like Fantasma was expecting you to ask this question. “No. They aren’t working for me”

“Are you lying to me?”

Fantasma huffed out a humorless laugh. “Why would I lie? Especially to you?”

You just sat there. Is he telling the truth? You haven’t known him for that long but you felt like you could trust him.

Fantasma got up and sat down next to you, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger moving it so you could look directly in his eyes.

“I’d never lie to you Y/N”

He was close. Extremely close. You were practically sitting on his chest. His hot breath was in your face and you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused with every breath he took. He looked at your lips as you looked at his and whispered. “Yes Fantasma. I believe you”

He smiled. “Good”

You looked down at his lips again and leaned closer until you felt his lips on yours.

The kiss was simple at first but eventually it heated up so much that Fantasma moved you onto his lap.

You pulled back for air but Fantasma bought you right back in, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and started to grind down on his erection.

You wrapped you arms around him, his kisses felt amazing and you never wanted to stop. You imagined that he’d be a good kisser but you didn’t expect his.

Fantasma started to pull your shirt up and you immediately lifted up your arms to help. You stood up to remove your pants as he slipped off his shorts.

You were only left in your underwear and he in his boxers. Fantasma sat back down and pulled you closer until you were standing directly in front of him.

“You’re beautiful”

You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him again.

Fantasma smirked as he pushed you back a little bit. “I want to see you Y/N. All of you”

You felt your face get warm as you reached back and unhooked your bra, letting it all to the floor. Then you pushed your panties down your legs until they hit the floor, placing them in a pile along with the rest of your clothes.

Fantasma pulled you back onto his lap and you gasped, just now noticing that he removed his boxers. He laughed and kissed your neck. “Like I said, you’re beautiful”

You moaned as he continued to kiss your neck, your hips starting to grind on his shaft. He groaned as he held you closer, his hand traveling down to squeeze your ass.

“Please” you whimpered.

Fantasma moved away from your neck and stood you both up before laying you down on the bench. You wrapped your legs around him as he slowly pushed himself into you. You both moaned as he bottomed out.

“Fuck Y/N” Fantasma groaned. He started to move slowly leaving only the head inside of you before slowly pushing back in.

You moaned for him to go faster and he complied, thrusting into you faster.

The faster he went the louder you moaned as his hard and powerful thrust started to push you up the bench, your head almost hanging off the edge. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to climax.

“Shit I’m close” you moaned, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach.

“Come Y/N come for me”

Suddenly you felt Fantasma’s fingers rubbing your clit and that was all it took for you to come with a shout of his name.

“Y/N! Fuck!” Fantasma yelled as he came.

You both laid there for a couple of minutes before he pulled out.

“So....you believe me right?” He asked.

You sat up. “Yeah” you said, completely out of breath. “I believe you”

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He lied.

He was working with them this entire time.

“I am Santos Escobar. I’m the NXT Cruiserweight champion, and no one can touch me”

So apparently his name is different and so is his attitude.

You were already waiting in his locker room when he walked in.

“Where’s your friends?”

“Waiting for me”

You both just stood there staring at each other. You were mad and he was calm cool and collected.

“So I guess that whole ‘they’re not working for me’ was a lie”

“No it wasn’t“

You just looked at him as he shrugged. “They don’t ‘work’ for me. Its a friendship. We’re familia”

“How come you couldn’t tell me that?”

“I wanted to, but I know you’re friends with Drake and I didn’t need him finding out”

You huffed. “I wouldn’t have said anything”

Santos moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just needed my plan to go on perfectly. You believe me right?”

He kissed you and you sighed as you kissed him back. “Yeah” you smiled. “I believe you”

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Samuel stood in the room of his little cabin next to the bed watching her sleep. They would need a proper house at some point, but for now this was perfect. The moon shone through the window as the trees rustled in the forest outside. He was next to it, arms crossed as he looked down upon her. She was in a deep sleep. Her chest rising and falling in a slow steady pattern.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even as she slept. Her hair seemed perfect. Her facial features lit by the moon were more elegant than a make-up painted face he was so used to seeing on women. He wanted to climb in next to her, run his fingers along her skin, and he would soon, but for now he just wanted to admire her. He felt complete now. So lucky that he had this woman in his bed, all to himself. His gaze drifted from her face to her outstretched wrist where the rope was still tightly around it feathered and secured to the wooden bed he had made. Finally, all to himself. And that’s how it would stay.

Request-  Dean and the reader were best friends and high school sweethearts, but they lost contact when he left for his career. Renee helps the two of you gain closure and become friends again, even though Dean is married to her.

When my friend from college, Renee, told me she was getting married to a man named Dean, I said good for her, and just thought back to a man that I once knew back in high school, seemingly a lifetime ago. We were high school sweethearts, with us only parting for him to leave for his career. I couldn’t tell him no, because before we were even dated… we were best friends.

Over the years we lost touch. Obviously, I wasn’t still heartbroken over him. We broke up a decade ago, but I still miss my best friend. Sometimes I think back to the nights when my mom drank a little too much, or my dad stayed out a little too late, and he was always there. He was there when I fought with my body image issues, and I could only think to imagine that he would have been there when I fought with addiction as well. (I am finally clean, I’ve been sober for two years now).

Of course, I was completely shocked to find out that my Dean was her Dean. It really was a small world after all. I had brought up that Dean and I were friends in high school and even dated at one time. We joked about his bad habits, that he still must have had, and I could tell the gears were turning.

“Y/N come on, I’m in town, you have to come out.” Renee pleaded through the phone.

“Ren, as much as I would like to, I have an article to write and interviews to transcribe.” I told her. “Plus it’s really not a good idea for me to go out to any bars.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“We’re at the one on Lawford. The one with the outdoor patio, so you won’t be around everyone drinking.” She reassured.

“Ren, no, go have fun. You don’t have to accommodate me.” I scolded her.

“Please, Y/N? It’s no bother really.” She said.

“Fine. I’ll meet you in thirty.” I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me to meet Dean all over again. I was nervous, and tried to use the bar as an excuse… even though I actually had no problem with alcohol. I had a problem with pills. I closed my laptop, dropping my phone on the table before heading back into my bedroom so I could change.

I didn’t dress to casual, but nothing too fancy either. I pulled on a pair of black shorts, and a white shirt that cut off at my elbows, that I paired with a black vest. The outfit showed off my tattoos that I didn’t always get to show off because of work. I pulled on a pair of red vans, then combed through my hair. I wiped my face clean of makeup, deciding not to wear any, before I grabbed my bag, and shoved my wallet and phone inside, before heading out, locking up my townhouse as I went.

Lawford was only a few blocks away from my house, so I decided to walk, and I easily spotted Renee out on the patio. I showed the bouncer my ID, before I walked over to her. “Oh my god you’re actually here!” she cheered, standing up, and giving me a hug. “You look good, you really do. I’m proud of you.” She said.

“Thank you, so do you.” I said, smiling, and taking a seat. “Ren, are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

“Of course, Y/N. You guys were best friends. You helped him through a lot, and I know he helped you.” She said.

“This is all really thoughtful, Renee.” I said, giving her a genuine smile.

“Well, what else can I do? You were one of the very few people who didn’t look at me like I was crazy. You pushed me to do what I wanted with the WWE, never once did you tell me that I couldn’t do it. I owe you that.” She said.

“Oh, don’t get so sappy on me, Ren. Pretty sure I was high most of college.” I said, shrugging. She stared blankly at me, and I just shrugged.

“I still appreciate it.” She said.

“So where is everyone?” I asked.

“Dean is inside with the guys getting drinks. I told him to get you a water.” She said.

“Thanks, even though technically I don’t have an issue with alcohol.” I said. She laughed, and nodded her head.

“I am more than aware of that, Y/N.” she said, laughing. I rolled my eyes at her, and I stiffened when the door opened, and outpoured quite a few guys, along with Dean. I nervously bit my lip, and fought back the urge to flee, even though we have talked on the phone a couple of times the past few weeks.

Everyone sat down around us, and Renee introduced me to everyone. I waved slightly, and gave everyone a kind smile. Once the interest of me wore off, everyone split off into their own conversations, and Dean and Renee caught my attention. “So, Y/N, um, Renee told me about that you majored in journalism?” Dean asked.

“Hm, yeah. I work for various magazines as a contract writer. I do interviews stuff like that. Particularly about places where I’ve traveled.” I said, shrugging.

“You travel a lot?” he asked.

“Yeah, my main job, I’m a motivational speaker.” I said, biting my lip.

“Oh, that’s neat, what do you talk about?” he asked.

I cleared my throat, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Um, about drug addiction. My personal experience, where to find help, how to get help, and help others.” I said, awkwardly. I felt someone’s eyes on me, and I looked up to see someone with longish hair, and neck tattoos giving me a curious look.

“How long have you been sober?” Dean asked, drawing my attention back to him.

“Officially without relapses 2 years. It’s something that I struggled with since college.” I told him.

“If I’d had known-“ he tried, but I held up my hand.

“No, D, no. There’s nothing you could have done to help. For the longest time, I thought that you would be a magic fix, but that was a foolish assumption. I had to want it. I had to want to be in control of my life again.” I told him.

“But you’re okay though, right?” he asked.

“Okay is a subjective term, but yes. I’m okay. It’s been hard to adjust, but I’m fine now. I’m a well adjusted individual.” I joked, shaking my head.

“Well. You would be pleased to know that I haven’t done any matches with broken glass lately.” Dean joked, obviously sensing my discomfort with the current topic.

“Thank you for that.” Renee grumbled. I laughed at that. “I don’t know how you did it, Y/N.” she said, laughing.

“With difficulty. But hey, I learned how to give someone stitches, so if you ever need some let me know.” I teased, winking.

“That’s not… That’s not a skill that you should be proud of.” Renee joked, shaking her head.

“In her defense, her’s are even. Mine aren’t.” Dean teased.

“Idiots. The both of you, I swear.” Renee teased us.

“Eh, we’ve been called worse.” I said, laughing. Dean cracked up at this, and shook his head.

We spent the night telling Renee our insane stories about traveling around together and all of our adventures together, while Renee and I told Dean about our adventures in college. They told me some of their own travel stories, and I told them mine.

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My bear | R.R

Summary: He knows the importance of that bear, but he’s too tired to even care.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x fem!reader

Warnings: Joe being a bit slow, loosing something important, crying

word count: 640

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: some simple fluff to start off the day :)

“Baby do you know where my rose oil is?” I ask coming from the warm bathroom into the chilly air of my bedroom, looking around the room for the glass container. I don’t get a response, but something catches my eye. Looking over at the bed I noticed that my stuffed bear is missing, now I’m looking for two missing items. “What the hell?” I whispered to myself as I held my towel tightly against my chest, before bending to look under the bed.