Hi Idk Id Youre Doing Request Or Not , But I Had A Roman X Black Reader One . I Saw This Post On IG About

Hi Idk Id You’re Doing Request Or Not , But I Had A Roman x Black Reader One . I Saw This Post On IG About This Family Who’s Having 6 Kids Under 4 😮‍💨😂 . They Had 2 Sets Of Twin Boys & Then Another Boy & They’re Pregnant Again . I Was Wondering If You Could Do A One Shot Of Reader x Roman In The Same Situation & Finding Out If Their Having Another Boy Or A Girl w Reader Hoping It’s A Girl Finally Bc Then She’s Done & It Not Mattering To Roman Bc He Can’t Stay Off Reader Anyway 😅

If Not It’s Okay

Reproduction: Roman Reigns One Shot

Roman Reigns x Black!Reader

“No Joe, I won’t be allowing you to push that monster inside me without a condom, we can’t risk it. We already have six kids, how many more do we need?!” Y/n ranted off to her horny husband Joe who was now pouting in the corner still refusing to follow her instructions.

“C’mon baby girl, I promise to pull out. I really need you!” Joe begged his wife desperately “That’s what you said last time and we still ended up producing two more of your loveable headaches” Y/n fussed trying not to give in to her husband’s pleas.

People thought that Y/n living with her husband may seem easy; however they will never truly understand what it’s like when you have a strongly potent husband who could go at the specific cardio for hours on end without breaks that almost always ends in Y/n being pregnant. It becomes way more difficult when she already has six kids as a result, yet her husband doesn’t seem to want to slow down.

Y/n and Joe Anoa’i have six kids (three sets of twins), ages 2 yrs old twin boys, 10 months old girls and 2 months old twin boys. They were conceived by the fact that their dad was obsessed with their mom and her body; he couldn’t wait to explore her whenever pregnancy had given her some extra/new features.

The kids were all asleep and so they were very cautious with how loud they spoke in fear of waking the kids. “I know I didn’t keep my word last time but I promise you that this time I will empower myself to do it, especially with the fact that I have to leave tomorrow. Please my beautiful wife, I need you so bad” Joe pleaded his case as he nuzzled his wife’s neck causing her to giggle and finally give in.

Let’s just say that his promise was still not fulfilled as two months later, the symptoms returned and a positive pregnancy test showed up. Joe was supposed to be coming back in a couple of weeks and boy was he gonna get an earful.

Joe had returned when Y/n was in the last half of her first trimester, yet she was showing prominently. When Joe walked in and saw his wife laying down with a baby bump, he was so excited as he smiled at her before walking to the kitchen to fetch something for them both to drink.

“Joe look at what you have done to me, I had specifically told you to wear a condom yet you refused and insisted that your pull out game was strong, now look at where it has landed us, we have another addition thanks to you!” Y/n argued at her nonchalant husband as she followed him around the place. “I have a doctor’s appointment now so you better be ready to drive me there” she hissed at him as they walked out the house. The kids were at their grandparents’ house which meant that they could go and get a few things done before picking them back up to go home.

Joe and Y/n had finally arrived at the hospital as he had to listen to his wife rant along about his unseriousness regarding the situation, which to be honest- Joe is actually happy that their family is expanding once again.

They went into the doctor and were being checked over when Y/n asked to know their baby’s gender. “I really don’t care what gender it is as long as our baby comes out healthy”Joe interjected. “Ma’am, I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you’re actually having twins.” The sonographer threaded lightly as to not have her head ripped off by the angry mother of soon to be eight children.

“Tw- oh my god Joe I want to kill you so bad right now, not one but two more kids! What are you trying to build? A whole school? At this rate all our children could make up one school with no other children in attendance!” Y/n yelled at her husband who sat and tried to contain his excitement as he tried to settle his upset wife. “What are the genders?” Joe asked the woman kindly as she took a good look at the screen. “It appears that you have one of each, baby A is a boy and baby B is a girl” the frightened sonographer explained before she finished her job and allowed the married couple to leave the hospital.

When Y/n and Joe got back home after picking up their kids, Joe put them to bed then had his wife sit down and rant about her feelings to which he listened to carefully. When she finished he bent over the bar to be at eye level with her as he started to speak to her.

“Y/n I want you to look at me in the eyes when I say this. You are worrying about nothing, you think I care about the fact that we have a lot of kids ? No I don’t. I can afford them, I always do my best when it comes to helping you because I know it can be stressful dealing with so many kids at once but I never complain cause I know what I’m getting myself into. It doesn’t matter to me cause I know if I get the chance I would knock you up again if you weren’t already there. So for the sake of our babies I want you to stop fussing about this, let’s enjoy our blessings and not use them to make unnecessary problems yeah?” Joe reasoned with his wife as they spoke it out and came to a final decision where after this night, everything went back to being perfect for the growing family.

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So I’ve Been Working On This Next Piece And It’s Lowkey Been Taking Me Forever 😫😂 , Mainly Because I Cant Figure Out What Way I Wanna Go In The End. (All Angsty or Fluff In The End) And Because I Have A 1 and 2 Year Old Who Loves To Be Under Their Mom 25/8 😫😂

WAIT .. MY BIRTHDAY NOVEMBER 27th ‼️

Wait, you’re a Sag too???? When’s your birthday??

YASSSSS! GANG GANG! November 26.

What’s yours?

I Know I Haven’t Been Writing As Much Due To A Lot Of Reasons But I Truly Am Honored To Be Tagged ❤️

I gotta be honest. It’s to the point where it laughable to me that people were on this app complaining about the lack of representation for black women in fan fiction and now that there are more black writers coming out and putting out some amazing content, y’all aren’t supporting it.

You read it but don’t share, comment, etc…you drop a heart on it but then keep it moving and then be the same ones on anon in their inbox asking about more content or more parts to certain fics that they’ve written.

Lack of support and interaction is really making a lot of people lose motivation to keep writing.

But y’all wondering why “your fave writer” isn’t writing anymore. Smh pathetic

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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