
25. She/Her. Jae Roman Fics Mostly All Works Are Written With Black Women In Mind 💋
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Ahhhh , Im Working On It I Promise . Now It Is A Slow Work In Progress My Life Has Been Kinda Hectic
Ahhhh 🙈 , I’m Working On It I Promise 🤞🏽 . Now It Is A Slow Work In Progress My Life Has Been Kinda Hectic Since The First Part But It Is Getting There 💖
Time
Paring : Massimo x Reader
Word Count : 3,999
Prompts : 5 + 8 “There Is No Us, There Never Was” & “Shut Up” (Prompts In Bold)
Warnings : Other Than My Terrible Writing, Swearing , Attempt At Angst, Mentions of Cheating, Massimo Being A Dick
A/n : This Is A Request From @shusrealm , I’m Still Trying To Learn And Tap Into Massimos Character Which Is Why It Has Taken Me A Minute To Start Posting But I Hope You Like It . 💜
A/n 2: Translations Are From Google So Sorry For Anything That Is Incorrect And Little Flashbacks Are In Bold
Lyrics In The Story Are From The Song Time : From The Show Star

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LOTHANY CRUMBSSSSSSSS
*insert Elmo on fire meme*
I LOVE THEM 😍🥰❤️
Not As It Seems
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k ish
Warnings: None Really , Angst ? Just A Little.
A/n: So This Took Wayyy Longer Than I’d Liked, And I’m Not Completely Sure How I Feel About This But I Hope You Guys Enjoy
Gif Credit; @aalyssah

The scent of sweat and liniment filled the air backstage at the arena, mingling with the electric buzz of anticipation from the crowd outside. It was a familiar chaos, one that Roman thrived in, moving through it with an air of confidence. He was the embodiment of charisma — a superstar in and out the ring, revered by fans and respected by peers.
But behind that invincible facade was a tangled web of emotions, especially now, in a locker room dimly lit and heavy with unspoken words.
You were seated on the sofa, lacing your boots, the rhythmic crackle of straining leather a blend of comfort and dread. Tonight was the night you defended your title, one you had worked tirelessly to earn. Yet, your heart paced uneasily, the vibrant atmosphere of the backstage fading into an echo.
The door to your locker room creaked open, and Roman sauntered in, his presence commanding the room. He flashed you a grin that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach, a feeling you had tried to ignore since the first time he approached you.
You had been dating Roman for about five months now, falling for his charm and the way he seemed to genuinely care.
The stories you had heard made him out to be something of a rogue wrestler; confident and cocky, with a hint of arrogance that made him the talk of the locker room. Yet beneath that bravado, you had seen kindness—a gentle heart encased in a mighty exterior.
You remembered how it all began—every sweet word, every lingering touch—but tonight felt different. There was an unshakeable weight hanging in the air, a shadow lurking just beyond the light of his charming smile, and naivety was not your forte; you had learned the hard way to question everything, especially when it felt too good to be true.
“Hey, you ready for tonight? I know you’ve got this,” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts as he approached.
He was always kind, always supportive, but there was a confidence that sometimes crossed into arrogance. You loved how assured he was, yet you often found yourself wondering if there was more beneath the surface.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” you replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You wanted to believe him, to feed off his energy, but something gnawed at the edges of your mind.
“Don’t sweat it. You’ve got this. Just remember what we practiced.” He stepped closer, the warm scent of his cologne filling your senses.
“Right,” you nodded, though your stomach twisted with doubt.
Roman reached out, helping you to your feet, his fingers brushing against your arm. “You okay? You seem a little… off.”
“I’m fine,” you replied too quickly, forcing a grin.
With a laugh, he playfully nudged you. “Come on, what’s the real deal? You can tell me.”
You hesitated, but his eyes searched yours with genuine concern. “I guess I’m just worried about the title match. It’s important.”
“It is,” he agreed, his expression serious now. “But you’re ready. You’ve worked hard for this. Just go out there and be yourself.”
You appreciated his encouragement, and as you leaned in closer, your lips touching, the world faded away, leaving just the two of you.
“You got this.” He said pecking your lips one more time, and wrapping his arms around your waist .
“Mmm.” You hummed into his chest, just being in his arms taking away any worry you’d had. “I love you”
“I love you” he says into your head, even though you felt him tense slightly at hearing you say those words. “Now finish getting ready, and I’ll see you later.
And with that Roman gives you one more kiss and walks out.
About 30 minutes later, you walk out into the hallway and head towards the gorilla, your match getting ready to start soon, when you hear your name.
Stopping in your tracks you can recognize the voices of Jimmy and Jay, and a few others talking behind a slightly open door, catching fragments of conversation that seemed innocent at first.
“I can’t believe you really did it man” you could hear one of the twins say. “I mean I thought it would take longer but 5 months is crazy”
You could hear someone chuckle at his statement, and as crazy as it may sound you’d know that laugh from anywhere, because it’s the same one that makes your heart race every time. So in that moment you knew Roman was in there too.
“You really think he couldn’t get her to fall for him that fast?” You heard one of his cousins, Jimmy, scoff.
Now this conversation had your full attention. Still standing at the door trying not draw attention, you bought your heart closer
“Can you believe he actually pulled it off though? I mean, it was just a bet!”
Your heart sank as you recognized the voice as Jeys. Their words cutting through you like ice. “What bet?” You thought to yourself.
You could hear someone else in the room ask the same question you just asked yourself.
“About 5 months ago me and Jey made a bet with Roman” you heard who you assume was Jimmy say.
“Some of the guys had been talking about how they thought that Yn was hard to get, and big uce over here was like it can’t be that hard” the voice you now know was Jeys said
“So we made a little wager” Jimmy continued “Since he didn’t think it was so hard, he had to get Yn to fall in love with him “
“How long did he have”
“A year” Jey said
“And y’all only been together for 5 months?” the mystery person asked.
“5 months last week” Roman said.
“And she’s in love with you already” the mystery person laughs
“Yeah man, five months and she’s got no idea it started as a bet,” Roman chuckled, his voice a blend of amusement and pride. “I told these fools, watch me work my magic an I’d have her wrapped around my little finger before they knew it.”
“Yeah, but it seems like you really like her now. It’s not just about the bet anymore,” another voice chimed in.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jey continued, a chuckle lacing his tone. “He still owes us a round of drinks when this is all over, and my money”
Frozen in place, your heart sank. The laughter of his cousins echoed in your ears. You backed away from the door, clutching your title belt to your chest like a shield against the world.
The truth hit harder than a slam in the ring. All the moments you thought were genuine — the whispered secrets, the tender smiles, the warmth of his hands on your waist — were mere coins thrown into a wishing well for a dare.
Distracted and broken, you found your way to the gorilla, struggling to grasp reality as adrenaline surged through your veins.
Flashing lights illuminating the arena and drowning out the noise in your heart. Your focus wasn’t there and your title match reflected that; every grapple and pin felt devoid of passion, mixed instead with the taste of betrayal.
In the center of the ring, you stumbled. An outmaneuver by your opponent led to a swift conclusion — you lost your title. The roaring crowd felt like a crash of waves engulfing you.
The feeling of defeat wrapped around you tighter than any championship belt ever could.
Backstage after the match, the celebratory chaos stung at your skin like salt on an open wound. You locked yourself in your locker room, staring at your reflection in the mirror through pools of tears.
Footsteps echoed outside, and a knock broke the silence.
“Hey… are you in there?” Roman’s deep voice reverberated through the door, a mixture of concern and confusion.
“Go away, Roman,” you replied, holding back the sob clawing to break free.
“Please, just talk to me,” he urged softly, and you could sense the earnestness in his voice. You inhaled sharply, memories of his laughter and tender touches swirling violently with the painful truth.
You cracked open the door, just enough to see him — a handsome figure framed in the hallway’s light. His brow was furrowed, the warmth he usually wore replaced with concern.
“What’s going on? You’re not yourself tonight,” he said, searching your eyes.
He didn’t know the half of it. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, and finally, the dam burst.
You crossed your arms, heart racing. “You didn’t think I’d find out, did you? I know about the bet Roman.” you whispered, the words spilling out in a rush.
“Wait—” he started, but you cut him off.
“The entire relationship was one big joke to you and your cousins. I was just a challenge. A bet you thought would be easy.”
His expression shifted, the confidence replaced with disbelief. “What? No, it’s not like that. I—”
“You took a dare. I was part of a game,” you interrupted, shaking your head as tears streamed down. “I can’t be a consolation prize, Roman.”
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as if the walls had ears that watched and judged. A fire flickered in his eyes; it was the resilience of someone who refused to give up.
“It started as a bet, sure. But somewhere along the way, I realized how wrong that was. I fell for you, and I wanted to call everything off. But I guess you heard that part too late,” he confessed, vulnerability and pain mingling in his voice.
“You think that makes it better?” You shook your head, anger boiling over. “You played with my feelings, Roman. You made me believe this was real!”
He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “It is real! I care about you. I wouldn’t have fought so hard to be with you if it was just a game.”
Your heart twisted painfully at his words. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You can't take it back. You made your choice,” you murmured, your voice barely carrying the weight of your despair.
He stepped closer, trying to bridge the space between truly understanding and merely sympathizing.
“You should have thought about that before you made a bet!” You turned away, refusing to let him see how much his words affected you.
“Let me prove it to you, please. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Just give me a chance to explain,” he begged, his voice low and earnest.
You turned back, meeting his gaze. “What’s there to explain? You lied to me. You manipulated me into falling for you.”
“I didn’t mean to!” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his face.
“I thought I could tell you before it got too serious, but then I realized I was already in too deep. I fell for you, and I didn’t want to lose you, but I was scared.”
“Scared?” you echoed, feeling a fresh wave of hurt. “Scared of what? That I would reject you? You’ve got the whole world at your feet, Roman. You didn’t have to trick me.”
He stepped forward, urgency in his voice. “I know it was wrong. I regret it every second, but I need you to understand. I want to be with you. It’s not a game anymore.”
You looked away, fighting back tears. “I don’t know if I can trust you. This changes everything.”
“Then let me prove it to you,” he said, desperation lining his words. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.”
Silence stretched between you, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
“Why should I?” you finally whispered.
“Because if you let me, I can show you that I’m more than just a wrestler who likes challenges,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I want to be the person you can rely on. The person who fights for you, not against you.”
You studied his face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was vulnerability.
“Roman...” you hesitated, your heart torn.
“Please,” he implored, taking another step closer. “I’ll fight for you in the ring and out of it. Just let me show you.”
“I don’t know if I can go back to how things were,” you admitted, your voice trembling.
“Then let’s start fresh,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “No more bets. Just us. I’ll do what it takes to earn your trust again.”
You bit your lip, considering his offer, the ache in your chest slowly softening. “It won’t be easy.”
“I’m not asking for easy. Just give me a chance,” he said, hope flickering in his eyes.
With a deep breath, you nodded. “Okay. But it’s going to take time.”
“Time is all I need,” he promised, relief washing over his expression.
As he reached for your hand, you felt the warmth of his touch, a spark of hope igniting within you. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a way forward together, even after the hurt.
“Let’s see where this goes,” you said softly, allowing him to draw you closer, the tension of the past beginning to melt away in the light of the possibility of a new beginning.
And as the noise of the arena faded into the background, you felt a flicker of something you thought was lost—trust. Because somewhere beneath the pain, a flicker of hope remained, clinging to the belief that healing could come.
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Umm so when you righting that Jonathan request. I wanted see what he go do.
(Dramatic gasp) is he going to spank her. I really wanna see that😭😭😭😭
Spank her, sex her good, give her the right amount of daddy dick mixed with tenderness 😭 maybe a hand around her throat here, but subtle, and he has a way with words so you know he’s talking her DOWN 🥵
“I know it’s hard for you to find the words to express how good this dick feel deep inside of you, baby, but I want you to remember this…the way I’m giving it to you…”
“All I asked for was a text…to let me know where you are and when you’ll be home…that’s not so hard, is it?”
“It’s not J tonight, you call me Mr. Majors. That’s the type of energy I’m giving you. I’m in control, so you address me accordingly…like a good girl…”
😫😫😫
I’m Currently Taking Requests Also , So Send Me Somethinggggg .
P.S - As Of Right Now I Only Write For Roman
WAIT .. MY BIRTHDAY NOVEMBER 27th ‼️
Wait, you’re a Sag too???? When’s your birthday??
YASSSSS! GANG GANG! November 26.
What’s yours?