I’m too fucking lazy to do a sophisticated masterlist, I’m sorry (not really)
The majority of my fics are related to JJK (mostly Toji)
Random rants as well, whenever I thrive off negativity (they’re mostly about the bleach ending so if you’re an ih shipper, this isn’t a safe space for you.)
JJK
Toji: my bodyguard • burning desires (won’t continue) • onlyfans toji: part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • incubus toji • toji’s santa baby • baby making night • birthday cake • bunnygirl vs toji • michael myers toji •
Sukuna: • brats give the best head • ménage à trois •
What’s the point of having a fucking multiracial and multicultural dad if he can’t teach you the other part of your heritage??
Bitch, I could’ve spoken Russian on top of French, Lingala, English, and a bit of Spanish, but noooooo, he still hasn’t come back from the grocery store to get us milk.
CW: au!choso x blackfem!reader, pet names, rough sex, p in v, bondage, sadism, masochism, rough oral sex (m! receiving), spitting, asphyxiation… butt play... choso’s a fucking bully… all in all, this is a pretty rough smut fic... if you aren't into BDSM this isn't for you. (if i missed anything, sawry i suck at warnings 😭)MDNI 18+!!<3
synopsis: you & choso have been together for 2 years. he's been nothing short of sweet, caring, & attentive to you...even in bed. & while it is going great, there's a part of you craving something more... and little do you know, so is he.
ꨄ .. dorsí's notes: hey y'all! i rewrote and updated this fic because i HATED the way i wrote it the first time. i’ve grown so much as a writer and this particular piece has been on my mind for months now and i don’t think i’ll be able to move on until i fixed it LMAOOO. biggggg shouts out to my bby valentine for beta reading this for me… LOVE U LONG TIME! so without further ado– this fic is based off this choso.
❤︎ song inspiration; Change (In the House of Flies)- Deftones
Rain heavily patters against the pavement outside along with distant lightning & thunder every so often as you and Choso lay on his bed scrolling mindlessly through your phones. As the two of you comfortably exist in each other’s silence, you occasionally steal small glances of the shirtless divine being you get to call your boyfriend, your heart swelling at the sight of him. While your hands are occupied, your mind begins to drift off into a reminiscence about your 2-year long relationship with Choso. Overall, you feel pretty content with where you two are at... for the most part. Well, there's this... thing that keeps you from being fully 100% satisfied. To be honest, whenever you're in any relationship, you're never truly 100% content within it... a part of you always hungry for... more. You know for a fact that it's not Choso at all. I mean, contrary to his looks, he is actually an extremely sweet & caring man... honestly, the best boyfriend you've ever had. But that didn't stop you from having this... need. This... itch.
It's an itch you felt with all your partners. A filthy, clit-throbbing itch that you needed scratched, badly. And what sucks is, you know exactly what you need, but your fear of rejection leaves you and your aching cunt discontented. So, instead, you settle for vivid daydreams of wondering what it would be like if he lost all his manners in the bedroom... fucked you through the mattress like you so badly wanted. Not that Choso was a bad lay or anything, oh absolutely not! The issue at hand is you & this primal hunger to be completely dominated in the bedroom. You often seen it on the twitter videos you watched when you were alone— how sexy you thought it looked to be submissive. How insanely arousing the dominates looked while completely wrecking their subs. Those videos got you off better than any other ones. But in real life? You'd just settle for slightly rough sex... everything pretty vanilla. Physically, you never gotten into the world of BDSM, but, that doesn’t mean you weren’t curious nor educated about it. The more you exposed yourself to it, the harsher the craving ache to feel completely obliterated and overstimulated in the best ways possible became— just like those filthy little videos you'd rub your sensitive bud to. Curiosity often lived in your mind, questioning what would happen if you did voice your deepest, darkest desires...
"What'chu thinkin' 'bout, mama?" Choso's deep, rich voice abruptly yanks you back to reality, immediately halting your filthy thoughts as you slightly jump at his interruption.
His soft brown irises sweep over your voluptuous body, noticing how your legs are now slightly contorted. Nervously, you move your attention onto your now black phone screen before you slightly glance over to him just for your eyes to immediately meet his... fuck. Now or never, right?
Releasing a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself into an upright position on the bed, grounding yourself with a deep breath before crossing your arms over your chest and looking over at him, the action unintentionally pushing your bare tits up more in the thin "Hello Kitty" camisole, causing his dick to slightly stir at the sight.
"Cho...,” you began, "I-I want you to fuck me..." you confess, voice slightly trailing off at the end.
Faintly knitting his eyebrows together and tilting his head to the side, "Is there something going on that you would like to tell me about? You never act like this when you want to fuck..."
You could feel your stomach twisting up into a knot & anxiety bubbling up in your throat, but you still stood your ground. It was time to satisfy this craving, "Well, I-... I just want you to really fuck me..."
"Baby, what's going on? Talk to me... you're acting strange," he turned onto his side to prop his head up on his hand, giving you his full attention as he waits for you to continue to speak.
"it's just... I feel as if I want something more.."
"More..." He presses, tone nudging on impatient.
You uncross your arms from over your chest before pulling your attention from him to your fresh set of nails as you shyly speak.
“... I dunno... Rough?”
A glint of amusement flashes in his eyes as he raises his eyebrows while nodding his head in understanding. Darkness begins to consumes his irises, hunger feasible as he begins to speak again.
With a slight curling of his lips, his suddenly dark toned voice taunts, "Oh??? Go on, tell me more." You see, Choso already knew you wanted more. Oh yeah, he could tell every time he got even a little rough—how you would clench around his cock. How every time he spanked your ass, your pussy grew impossibly wetter. He knew his little angel desired more, but he was a patient man— never even considered pushing the subject until you brought up.
“Well,” you look over into his direction, "you ever heard of BDSM?" The moment the question leaves your mouth, your heart begins to pound against your ribcage, chest tightening as anxiety threatens to make a full on appearance.
Choso just keeps the same expression and nods his head, clearly interested in what you have to say.
“I-..." you trail off, your words getting caught in your throat.
"Angel, just speak. I'm not here to judge you," his words quickly soothes you although his heart is also banging in his chest. But no, not out of nerves, this is pure excitement. Finally, you are right where he wants needs you.
"I want to try it, Cho. I want to try being a submissive."
All he does is begin to chuckle while shaking his head after you finished your confession to him. A sharp twinge of regret instantly rises in your chest, but before it can settle, the chortling stops and he deeply drawls, “Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to finally come to me about this?”
A deafening silence falls over the room, confusion palpable.
"What are you talking about, Kamo?"
Ahh, you're serious. You only use his last name when you're upset and serious. But, Choso didn't mean to offend you when you were being vulnerable. He just found it cute how nervous you were.
He says nothing as he nods his head once before pushing himself up off his side of the bed & walks over to now stand right above you. His eyes slightly narrow, piercing into your curious ones until your eyes trail away to take in his slightly disheveled appearance—mussed hair as it flows ever so slightly past his shoulders. His broad, built frame towering over you in the most intimidating way. His domineering demeanor is almost enough to make you cower... if you didn't find it so damn sexy. The ridges of his abdominal muscles softly contracting with every heavy breath he takes. Your eyes glide down his inked-up torso before landing on his exposed v-line, gray sweatpants hanging off it and that delicious happy trail disappearing into them.
He then extends his hand out toward you, “Come with me, baby.”
You squint your eyes at him suspiciously, tilting your head to the side in confusion as you take notice that his whole demeanor now has an almost sinister appearance to it. Your nerves twists your stomach up into a ball, but you chose to ignore it. I mean, cmon! It's Choso, not some random stranger! You hesitantly place your hand in his, allowing him to guide you wherever he wants. Oh, this is a dream come true.
Cho leads you out of his room and down the stairs until he reaches the door of the basement with you following behind him observantly. Suddenly, he stops to turn & look down at you, expression mimicking one of a predator ready to devour its prey.
With a sadistic smirk plastered across his lips, he inquires, “Remember how I told you not to go down in my basement because it’s my... personal area?”
You slowly nod your head, confusion now etched upon your face as you two are standing in front of the basement door. Suddenly, four words that you never thought you’d hear left his mouth—
“… What’s your safe word?”
Goosebumps prickle throughout your whole anatomy as your mind races to produce a good word to use. Your heart now slamming against your ribcage again as your body temperature begins to rise. With the hitch of your breath, you finally settle on the word ‘peaches’.
All he does in response is nod his head before turning back around towards the basement door. He leans down and quickly types in a code into the electric keypad, the door clicking open after he does so.
A gentle but glacial breeze suddenly brushes past both your awaiting figures as he swings the door wider. You look down the dimly lit staircase, fear immediately settling into the pit of your stomach as you see nothing but darkness past the end of the stairs.
“This is it.” you quietly mutter, “My boyfriend is about to fucking kill me…”
From behind you, he releases a dark chuckle while shaking his head before looming over you and commanding, “Go down the stairs now…”
Your body slightly tenses up at how cold his tone of voice, and yet, arousal starts to creep through your core, the fear in the depths of your stomach coiling around. You simply comply, slowly making your way down the stairs. Choso’s strong footsteps are directly behind you as you descend the staircase together. His eyes trained on your luscious ass, watching every jiggle with each step you take. Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, you're swallowed in darkness and silence. Panicking, you start to blindly look around the spacious & eerie room, the momentary senses deprivation immediately activating your fight or flight. Just when you were about to scream, Choso flips the light on. Your initial fear replaced with shock as the deep red light illuminates the room, bringing the erotic display before you to life.
Your eyes rapidly scan your surroundings as you take it all in— A king-sized bed adorned with crimson silk sheets sitting in the middle of the room, the metal black bed frame clearly one meant for BDSM as you note all the different restraint posts on it and at the foot of the bed sits a large Kama Sutra chair. Bringing your attention up to the walls, you see a plethora of vibrators, restraints, and various sex toys while on another wall hung floggers, paddles, and riding crops. Towards the front of the room, you see an “X” cross, hoisted up onto a stage-like platform with a metal bar cage right behind it.
Right as you finally find the words to say, they get caught in your throat as your body tenses up, feeling him directly behind you— close and observant. He snakes his arms around your body before cupping both of your breasts into his large hands, gently massaging them through the thin material as he pulls you back flush into his front. Your nipples immediately pebble under his touch, earning a small chuckle from him.
“In this room, you will refer to me as Sir,” he lowly begins, breathing right upon the shell of your ear, “You will do what I say, when I say, how I say because you are my submissive, yeah?”
“Yes.”
Disapproving of your answer, Choso swiftly halts his soothing movements upon your sensitive flesh before swiftly snatching the material of your top down, exposing your brown breast to the cool air before clamping your right nipple harshly between the rough pads of his fingers, the quick action drawing out a loud exclamation of pain from you.
“Yes, what?”
The new found sensation causes your brain to short circuit because just as much as that hurt you, it simultaneously caused a bit of slick to ooze from between your swollen folds into the seat of your panties.
“Mmf- y-yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” He lewdly purrs into your ear, softly planting rewarding kisses among the shell of it as he removes his hands from your warm body.
“Strip down and get on your knees.”
Your mind is consumed with so many different thoughts as you begin to strip the thin pieces of clothing from your body. While you abide by Cho’s command, just like the good little submissive you know you can be, he makes his way to the wall with the paddles on it. He grabs a specially made one with a big heart carved out at the end and his initials carved out right above it, observing it with a sinister curl of his lips. The dominant quickly gathers a couple more things from the walls, setting them on the bed before making his way back towards you, eyes trailing down your naked form in the kneeling position.
“You are already such a good fucking girl f’me,” he praises as he begins to circle around your awaiting body. You just sit there silently on display, hands with your palms facing down against the surface of your thighs as you await the next step. Choso stops behind you and gathers up your small waist-length knotless braids into a ponytail in his hand before twisting them into a bun at the top of your head, securly tucking the ends under the bun. He moves back to in front of you, peering down upon you with a look of pure lust and approval.
“Go to the bed.”
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Rock music lowly play in the background as Cho stands nakedly in front of you a few inches away from the foot of the bed as he admires your current position.
“This is what you wanted so you will take everything I give you and you will fucking love it, yes?” Choso’s tone is especially harsh as he speaks to you. You nod your head as that is the only body part that that you can move since you are now completely restrained with a red jute rope. Your body is in a bowing position as you lay face down on the bed, your arms bound together behind your back in a shabari style while your ankles are restrained to the two posts at the top of the bed, your bare ass and saturated pussy completely exposed. You wanted him so bad, it fucking hurt. Suddenly, a harsh stinging sensation spreads across your left asscheek as he harshly connects the customized paddle onto your plush flesh. A small whimper escapes your lips as slick seeps from your heated pussy, down your inner thigh. The paddle leaves red welts on your brown skin that begin to form into the shape of the engravings from the paddle.
“Use your words, slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” your voice shaking on the edge of a moan and whimper as you undergo this humiliation. But, you have never been so turned on in your entire life. In fact, you feel as if he so much as blows on your cunt, you'd cum on the spot and he hasn't even touched you yet...
“Proud’a you— being such a good girl… I knew you would be such a good little submissive f’me,” he praises as he stalks towards the edge of the bed where your head is resting. Kneeling onto the bed, he grabs your face up by your jaw, forcing you to look up at him through your wispy lash extensions. You trail your eyes down his naked frame, licking your lips once your eyes fall upon his hardened dick. It looks soooo beautiful in all its thick & veiny glory with a bit of precum dribbling, perfectly glossing over his ruby red tip. A smirk stretches across his lips as he tracks your gaze with a heated look.
“Look at you, such a cock hungry thing, aren’t you?" he taunts before reaching down and wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock and teasingly stroking it in front of you. Tears brim along the waterline of your eyes as you watch his abdomen contract as he jerks his cock— a telltale sign that it feels so good to him. Ohhh, you needed him... bad.
"Is this what you want?"
Swathing one of his hands around the circumference of your bun before securly gripping it in his big hand, Choso wraps his other hand around the base of his dick as he pulls your face towards it by your braids. Instinctively, you allow your jaw to slacken as you prepare to take him in your mouth, but little did you know, that was the absolute wrong thing to do right now. He brutally brings the palm of his hand across your cheek, a loud smack ringing throughout the playroom. Hot tears spring to your eyes as your face begins to sting but that does not really faze the sadist above you— he is actually leaking more precum. He tightens his grip on your bun before leaning down close to your face, the harshness in his tone unmissable, “I’m losing my patience with you, darling,” he grits. “Did I fucking say you can have it yet? You promised you were going to be good, but you aren’t following my directions,” he lightly taps your already heated cheek in such a condescending way. “Look up at me and keep your eyes on me. Move even a fuckin’ inch, and that’s 10 licks.”
For some reason, instead of his tone enraging you, a pathetic whimper falls from your lips. Your face is contorted with absolute aching need for him as you have secured your half-lidded, lust filled irises onto Choso’s. He brings his cock up to your mouth again, resting his sticky tip upon your plump lips before smearing it across them. His sweet fluid coating your succulent lips as if it’s a lipgloss for you. “Mmm- yeah look at you, getting all nasty for me. Suuuch a good fuckin’ slut f’me, yeah? Open that pretty little mouth.”
On command, you slackened your jaw, your mouth agape and heavily salivating, ready for your man’s throbbing dick. Cho wastes no time as he immediately begins pushing his entire dick down your throat. You closed your eyes tightly while gagging as he forces your head down further onto his cock. He didn’t give a fuck about your gagging, an evil smirk tugging at his lips as he watches his immense length struggle to travel down your tight canal. He brings his free hand down and taps the side of your face twice, a clear warning to open your eyes before he loses all patience.
Once your lips arrive at the base of his dick, you quickly open your eyes, locking your attention up on Choso’s darkened expression as tears glass over your eyes.
“Awe,” he feigns sympathy as he looks down at you, “Struggling to take my cock, angel?”
You draw your tongue from out of your mouth and caress the surface of it upon his full balls. He holds your head in place for a few seconds, pressing your nose into his pubic area, slightly wiggling his body side to side while looking down at you as you are being bound and gagged by him. Ugh, he’s dreamt of having you just like this. He commits this exact moment to his memory before quickly withdrawing his dick from your mouth, leaving a thick web of spit from his glistening dick to your swollen lips. Choso watches you heave as you try to catch your breath, never breaking eyesight with him. Really, what a good fucking girl you are…
“Yeaaaah, look at you, angel. Don’t move a fucking inch..” He commands before reaching both his hands down to roughly grip onto each side of your face as he begins to thrust into your mouth. The pace immediately punishing as his dick slams mercilessly into your throat. You follow his exact commands— not doing anything but looking up at him with your teary half-lidded eyes as saliva spills out the corners of your mouth while you take everything he gives your throat.
“Gooodd fuckin’ girrrl,” he growls as his heavy balls repeatedly smack against your chin. Spit bubbles and foam collect on the sides of your mouth while drool continuously runs down your chin and onto the mattress beneath you both. He continues to mercilessly rut into your mouth, occasionally smacking your cheek with his palm while spewing raw profanities at you. Your arousal became unbearable as your aching walls flutters around nothing & more slick pools down your thighs onto the bed. At this point, Choso’s not even fucking your face so that he can cum... he just loves to see how pathetically horny you are underneath him— he actually thinks this is your prettiest.
“Haaaa- Fuckkkk! Look at you, angel. You love when daddy uses this mouth to his liking? Yeahhhh, Cho knows baby… filthy fuckin’ slut you are…”
Your entire body starts to feel lighter as Choso drags you through the scene, continuously feeding your body the perfect amount of pain mixed with the perfect amount of pleasure… it’s intoxicating. You’ve read about subspaces before out of pure curiosity, but never did you imagine that you’d get to experience one. Every single thing he’s inflicted on you so far has felt so fucking good— the pain… the humiliation… and your pleasure hasn’t even begun yet. You’ve read about this type of dynamic that seems to be the likes of you two… a masochist & a sadist— perfect fucking match made in hell.
Choso slows the drag of his hips down, an approving smirk appearing upon his mouth as he slows his pace down, never breaking eye contact with you. You look absolutely wrecked. Cheeks heated and tear-stained, lashes wet and sticking to one another, eyebrows furrowed as you’re pleading for some type of relief with just your expression alone.
“Well, well, well… looks like I have myself a little masochist,” he says before he leans his upper frame over your bowing body and plants several harsh thwacks upon both your luscious mounds. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you give throaty moans along his dick. The coil in the pit of your stomach becomes more uncomfortable, desperate to be released. He leans back to his previous position, looking down at your tear-stained face as he slowly withdraws his cock from your slobbery mouth. “My sweet [✮],” he taunts, his tone so deliciously condescending, “You like the way this makes you feel, yeah? You look like you’d cum just from me kissing you,” he taunts while he has your chin hooked between his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at him before he wraps his hand around the base of his dick and slaps it on your swollen lips.
“Answer, angel,” his focus unbroken while his tone stern as he rubs the saliva all over your mouth, chin, and cheeks.
“Y-Yes, Sir. Mmmm,” your replied hoarsely due to the assault that just took place on your throat.
“Tongue out.”
You quickly comply, lolling your tongue out of your mouth like a bitch in heat. Choso leans down until he is inches away from your face, forcefully spitting into the back of your throat before slapping your cheek once again. Swallowing the spit, you look up at him, eyes begging as you’re practically trembling with need…
“What do you say, [✮]?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Choso lifts himself off his knees and walks to the top of the bed where your ankles are chained to each bedpost. He settles himself right behind you, taking a moment to admire the damage he’s done without so much as even grazing your cunt yet. The way your hungry pussy was glistening & clenching around absolutely nothing— just begging to be filled and thoroughly fucked. Cho quietly smiles to himself as he shakes his head.
Suddenly, 4 powerful blows connected to your brown ass, sounding off loud smacks! throughout the playroom. He’s fucking taking you right where you want to be and all you can do is croak out a loud elongated moan while arching your back further, pushing your rounded tummy into the bed.
“Hngg- fuuuuckkk,” You wanted to be such a good girl but you couldn’t help yourself… everything thing he did just felt soooo fucking good, you just had to moan. That was not lost on the sadistic ass man behind you at all. In fact, Choso was praying you’d fuck up just so he could torture you some more.
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Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Choso kept his gaze steady behind you, unmoved by your sobs. The hum of the wand pressed harder against your swollen clit, refusing mercy. Each pulse of the vibrator pulling you to the edge—closer, closer… only to be abruptly torn away and replaced by his hand delivering sharp and punishing slaps against your sopping pussy
“I warned you that I was losing my fuckin’ patience, didn’t I? And yet you still defied me.” He removes the vibrator and plants another knee-weakening smack! to your saturated pussy like the thought alone just pissed him off. Tears drenched the mattress beneath you as you’re being dragged to uncharted territory.
“And now you have to beg for me.”
“Please, Sir. I want to cum… I need you, p-pleaseee,” your pleads slurred, corners of your vision blurry, drool running down your chin and soaking into the bed. Choso’s never seen you this wrecked, ever.
Suddenly, you feel Cho’s thumb graze up your honeyed slit, coating his digit in your slick. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he begins to prod around at your puckering hole before pushing his slender thumb past the tight ring of muscle. Your body jolts at the foreign intrusion, not being able to give much of a reaction as you are still completely bound. Choso then uses his other hand to slide his middle & ring finger into your aching entrance while teasingly gliding the pad of his free thumb across the surface of your clit. He starts to move his svelte fingers inside you, mockingly dragging them along your velvety walls while he holds his other thumb in your tight hole, sporadically wiggling it inside of you. You release breathy but agitated moans because as much as it feels good, it’s just not enough and he fucking knows that.
“I said ‘beg’, slut.” He firmly states while continuing his soft assault on your weeping pussy.
“Sir, plea- mmmmf- pleaseee let me cum. Pleaaasee, I’ll be sucha good girl for you,” you pathetically begged, “I promise, just please… I need to cum.”
With a satisfied scoff, Choso slides his fingers from your sticky walls before grabbing the base of his dick, slowly dragging his tip up and down your soaked slit. “Only because you promised to be a good girl f’me.”
He pushes his cock past your entrance, filling you up so delicious, immediately burying himself to the hilt. You can’t help writhing underneath him as he begins to vigorously snap his hips up into you. Your mouth falls agape as you leak drool onto the bed, your walls hungrily clinging onto his dick as you take all his mindless rutting into your sopping pussy.
“Be still, angel,” he warns through his teeth as he hooks his thumb inside your ass, using it an anchor to pull you back into his brutal thrusts.
“Y-yessss, Sirrrr! Oh fuckkkk, yessss.”
“Hng- fuuuuuck! Look at you… takin’ this dick, mama,” he cooed while plunging his dick inside you, his bulbous tip deliciously making out with your cervix with every thrust.
“I-I’m so fucking close, Sir!” you mumbled, face completely contorted in pleasure as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You become into submerged in your subspace, everything feeling ten times more intense than usual. Every thrust, every pull… it’s all so heavenly.
He reaches his free hand around you, rubbing quick and tight circles on your clit as he the intensity of his pounding. “Aawwn, you’re gonna cum already?” he mocks while bullying his cock into you. Looking down, his eyes darken as he watches himself repeatedly disappear into your body, your creamy cunt leaving a thick white ring around the base of his dick. He leans over you once more, lips finding the side of your neck as he pants against your skin. "You’re already milkin’ my cock, angel,” he mumbles against your neck, “Beg for it.” he demands before lifting himself back up, simultaneously pulling your upper half up with him. He pulls his thumb from inside your puckered opening, clamping that hand around your neck as he uses that as leverage to sink himself even deeper inside you.
“Pleaaaaseee… Cho, I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum, I’ve been such a good girl,” you whimper, your mind is completely absent as tears pour out of your eyes— you needed this so fucking bad. His dick throbs intensely while watching you, his own climax threatening to overtake him. He squeezes the sides of your neck even harder as he begins fully fucking into you, angling his hips so that he repeatedly caresses your sweet spot while he rubs your clit with increased fervor. "Do it... cum for Daddy, mama. And say thank you."
That’s all it took before clear liquid began to spill from out your abused cunt. Your skin prickled as the earth stutters on it’s axis and you dissolve into pleasure. Your eyes clamped shut as you furrowed your eyebrows, your body trembling as you succumb to the best fucking orgasm of your life.
“Thank you, Sirrrr… oh my fucking god!” you mewled, complete euphoria taking over your whole entire existence.
Choso’s eyes roll back as he feels your pussy gush all over him, your squirting orgasm triggering his own. He deeply hums as gives you one, two, three more powerful thrusts, burying himself deep inside you on the last one as he shoots his warm ropes of cum into your throbbing pussy. Every pulse of his dick spurts more cum deep inside you as he throws his forward onto your shoulder while releasing a long, deep groan.
He moves his face to the crook of your neck, his hips softly pumping while he plants soft kisses on your skin, helping you both ride out your intense orgasms together.
Meanwhile, your body feels like mush and your mind is floating away in some otherworldly place. You feel as if you could just fall asleep right here in this position.
"You okay, angel?” he coos in your ear.
“Mhmmm,” you replied singsongy with your eyes closed, head laid back on his shoulder as you softly swayed side to side.
Choso softly chuckles as he releases you from his hold, allowing you to lay back down on the bed. He bites down at his lip as he stares at the image displayed before him— his sweet little girlfriend all tied up, his cum leaking out of her perfect pussy, and utterly wrecked all at the hands of him…
The following minutes after Roman proposed to you, the internet literally exploded. Thousands of tweets, TMZ headlines, a video from this special moment uploaded on the WWE’s YouTube channel- everyone was talking about this viral moment. But as expected, it wasn’t long before people found out who you were, and, of course, there was the outrage over the age gap.
@uceywifey: Chile, she could be his daughter
@.tribalprincess: No wonder Roman didn’t have his wedding band anymore, he really kept his divorce a secret
@iyotrashcan: that’s so disgusting girl run away💀
@drewmcinburger: these are two grown ass adults, who cares
@bloodl1nesupremacy: this family surely has a thing for younger women, @uceyjucey I’m talking to you lame event cheat man
@solosasscrack: man idk I just wish them the best, seems like their family keeps growing
@xoxoliiiiv: Roman Reigns being a groomer wasn’t on my bingo card-
@whoopthattrickkk: they seem to be happy and I’ve seen bigger age gaps, mind y’all business damn
@_thebigtime: everyday that man finds a new way to disappoint me
@triplehemorrhoids: His kids seem to love her tho
It was expected, and you couldn’t blame anyone for thinking that the age gap was kind of disturbing, but it didn’t matter to you because at the end of the day, it was nobody’s business but yours and Roman’s. You’ve seen people making all kinds of shit up regarding the news: he divorced his ex wife for you, he was cheating with you, he’s a predator, you’re a gold digger… oh well, whatever helps them sleep at night.
The next few months have been a whirlwind. Of course the controversy only lasted for a few days before everything went back to normal. The IWC wasn’t known for being consistent or truly caring about morals anyway. But it’s not like it mattered to you, you’ve been so busy planning your wedding with your fiancé that you didn’t have time for parasocial little fucks online. You already chose your bridesmaids, Joelle, of course being one of them. She accompanied you everywhere. You honestly never thought she’d be so eager about the wedding, she even helped you choose the dress. Roman has taken a break specifically to focus on everything and not let you handle everything on your own. He lost the title on purpose during a PLE, and surprise, surprise, people want him back.
It’s an October evening. You’re chilling in your gigantic house in Tampa, watching TV while eating some snacks.
“Alright, we’ll come tomorrow, thank you.” Roman hangs up as he walks toward you, with a low ponytail, baggy grey sweatpants, and an old brandless t-shirt. He’s genuinely dressed like a hobo, but damn, he makes everything look good.
“Who was that?” You ask him as you make room for him on the couch
“The wedding cake designer,” he responds as he sits next to you while wrapping an arm around your waist to drag you closer, his fragrance from Parfums Christian Dior’s private collection, ‘Rouge Trafalgar’, filling your nostrils immediately. “We have a cake testing session tomorrow”
You nod, already licking your lips in anticipation. “I love wedding cakes”
Roman snort “You’re such a big back, baby.”
“Hey!!” You exclaim as you playfully hit his chest. He simply laughs and pretends you actually hurt him
“My bad, my bad. It’s a fifteen minutes drive, hopefully you don’t have anything planned tomorrow?”
“Nope. I’m free for the rest of the week for once, I’ll take the opportunity to finally rest.” He nods. He knows how busy you are and how you’ve been running everywhere for the past few months. And since your stubborn ass refused to hire a wedding planner because “wedding planners are for lazy, useless and dependent people,” well, who was he to force you into doing anything? You were always used to doing everything by yourself, never asking for any help unless you were truly cornered, so in a way, he totally understood why you wanted to plan the wedding, and if it was up to you, you’d probably plan it on your own, without him. Sometimes he doesn’t know if he should admire you or be absolutely worried.
“Baby, have you ever thought about… having kids?” He suddenly asks. Of course you did, especially since he put that ring on your finger, that’s all you’ve been thinking about.
“I did. Why?”
A pause “I was thinking about it, and… personally… I want that.”
“More kids?” You asked playfully, “I thought you said ‘five and done, I’ve done my job, I procreated’?” You quote him mockingly
He groans, “What, a man can’t change his mind?” He responds, not fazed by you calling him out “That was before I was sure about us.” He says while absently caressing your waistline with his thumb, “If you want kids, kids that come from you and me? I will give them to you without hesitation. You’re still young, you’re already doing a lot by accepting to be a stepmother in your twenties, it would be selfish of me not to take into consideration what you want.”
“Roman…” you whisper, not believing how lucky you are to have a man like this in your life.
“Besides…” his voice is now lower “The idea of you pregnant turns me on like crazy, so I wouldn’t mind having ten more kids as long as it’s with you.”
You almost moan when his soft breath touches your ear. Of course he’d find that hot. But you think back, and you visualize a bundle of joy running around happily, being a part of you and a part of your future husband. It makes your heart swell thinking about how their siblings, especially Joelle, would love them unconditionally, how they’d have an army of Samoan and Italian uncles and aunts behind them, you think about how they’d never have to worry about anything, and mostly, you think about how you’ll love and cherish them for the rest of your existence and give them the life you’ve never had the chance to get.
“Then…” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck and climb on his lap, already feeling the bulge pressing against you “…let’s have this baby right now.”
That does it for him. He grips your hips, flips on your back and crushes his lips on yours. You barely have time to even return the kiss that he’s already pulling down your booty short and to his surprise, you’re not only not wearing any panties but you’re also wet as fuck.
“Shit…” he growls “…you really like the idea of getting knocked up uh?” you moan and bite your lip, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“F-fuck yes please…” You breathe out as you watch your two hundred pounds fiancé not even bothering to completely remove his sweatpants, he barely pulls it down to let his huge tanned cock spring free, precum already forming a pearl on his tip. You drag your tongue on your upper lip, and bring two fingers on your puffed up clit, making small circles on it. You hear him mutter a curse as he watches you while stroking himself. With his free hand, he pushes your hand away to rub his tip on your folds and bundle of nerves.
“Mmh…” you bite back a moan while rolling your hips, wanting more friction. Roman grips your hip tightly and pushes you back on a couch, a silent sign for you to behave, which you love so much. He keeps teasing you for a few seconds, then puts an end to your suffering as he slowly pushes his length inside you, stretching out your pussy in the absolute best way possible. You gasp loudly, the familiar feeling taking over your body. You grip the cushion off the leather couch tightly, already preparing yourself for what’s coming.
Roman slowly rolls his hips at first. Your wet, warm, tight cunt enveloping his hard, thick, veiny cock like it usually does. He watches the way you bite your lip, how your juices coat him and make him slicker, it doesn’t take long before he stops pretending and pounds your hole. He steady himself by grabbing you by the waist, your moans now resonating in the entire room alongside the couch creaking and your skin slapping each other.
“Can’t wait to see you full with my baby- fuck… gonna pump so much cum inside you… make sure it fucking takes… and you’re gonna take it like a fucking good girl.” he says between ragged breaths. Your mind can barely process anything except his dick bullying your vagina. Your eyes are barely open, but you quickly regain focus when he grips your jaw to make you look at him. His dominance during sex was always an amazing contrast to his sweet personality.
“Tell me what you want.” He groans as he keeps pistoning his hips against yours.
“I want your baby… I want it…” You say in between moans, teary eyes blurring your vision.
“Whose baby? Uh?” He says while increasing the pace and admiring the way your tits bounce in your thin shirt, and your fucked out expression, you’re so fucking hot.
“Y-yours! Your baby!” You cry out as you grip his large, muscular shoulders, your nails biting his skin through his shirt, which makes him hiss. “Get me fucking pregnant- please!”
He lets out an animalistic growl, wraps his arms around your body and brutally fucks you. You scream so loudly you know you’ll probably lose your voice tomorrow. You dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist as you let him wreck you. Roman feels your cunt pulsating around him, and that’s when it also pushes him closer to the edge. He shoves his face against your neck and breathes hard, his breath tickling your skin.
A few more strokes and you’re done. You cry out and cum right on his cock, your walls pulsating wildly around him. Your legs shake violently as you let your orgasm take over your entire body. It doesn’t take long for Roman to follow you as well, a loud, long groan, one last stroke, and he empties his semen deep inside you. You’re both out of breath and stay in each other’s embrace for a few moments, savoring the aftermath of your climax. He lifts his head back up to see your slightly reddened cheeks, your sweaty face and your eyes that say “this was the best fuck of my life” He doesn’t pull out. He peppers kisses on your jaw and neck before speaking.
“Get ready for round two, mama” he says, his voice hoarse. “I’m not gonna stop until I’m sure it takes. I want you to have a baby bump for the wedding.” You can’t help but shake your head and chuckle. Not only is your man a gooner, but you’ll have to tell Joelle her father had changes of plans, and you’ll have to make the wedding dress a bit larger.
Well, time to make sure that when you say “I do” in a few months, the bun will already be in the oven.
If you read the divorce it says Jey & Takecia has been legally separated for an year living apart smh that’s the problem you calling him Jey Uso when it’s Joshua Fatu going through the divorce who YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW! WTF do yall new age kids get….Jey Uso is a character!
Joshua Fatu is a real human who we don’t know anything about in his private life! Takecia & Joshua has been separated & living apart so he is a grown ass man to do what he wants as long as he is not hurting anyone! It’s killers, rapists, fucking abusers walking this earth & you upset a legally separated man who you don’t know is getting a divorce finally! WTF I HOPE EVERY ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE IS IN ORDER CAUSE YALL BASEMENT DWELLERS ARE ANNOYING! It’s no way you life a proper adult like & you can’t separate the time or think you know what’s going on in another human’s life!
And why are yall weird ass fans sending pictures to someone’s children WTFFFFFF WHY WOULD EVEN HAVE TO ADDRESS IT LIKE WTFFFFFFF ITS RUDE & INAPPROPRIATE! You don’t know Joshua Fatu or Takecia Fatu!! Realize that! Y’all don’t even know if Takecia is dating someone wtf then calling him a deadbeat when Joshua Fatu is always with his sons & loves them is diabolical! Y’all need human real human relationships then yall we know how complex others are! YOU DON’T KNOW JOSHUA FATU OR TAKECIA FATU cause that’s the two getting the divorce now Jey USO!!
He’s been spotted with Jaida for years, way before they got separated. And the court documents deemed the marriage as “irretrievably broken” it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Bringing up very serious topics as a silencing tactic just because I’m talking about him being a fuck nigga is not the gotcha moment you think it is. Hop off his nuts he’s not gonna fuck you.
Having the audacity to call mfs “basement dwellers” when you’re pushing 40, arguing with a 23 yo on tumblr over a whole cheater who doesn’t even know you exist instead of taking care of your kids is fucking insanity. “iT’S nOt jEy iTs jOshUa” who fucking cares? The Anoa’i/Fatu fangirls gotta be bigger parasocial losers than stans on twitter and love island fans combined.
You 23 yrs old tryna tell a grown ass man & woman who has been married how he should acted! You ain’t even been on this earth half a century go to sleep little girl! I don’t want to fuck Joshua Fatu that’s who is getting the divorce DUMMY! It’s always 1 of yall little ass kids telling grown people what they should be doing! Go away! Dumb ass saying “the marriage is “irretrievable broken” ummm DUH that’s the next step after going through a “legally separation” dummy! You are a child you don’t know the steps of a divorce so put that together WTFFFF GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK!
Takecia Fatu is a grown ass woman I’m sure she doesn’t need a 23 yr old child speaking for her! Go get a boyfriend/girlfriend, a life, & go interact with human while reading up on things before you speak on it! Don’t even know the steps of divorce ughhh I hate this generation! I correct humans esp KIDS IN THAT 18-25 age groups that don’t know shit about shit if shit slapped yall in the mouth yall dumb asses still won’t know what shit is 🤣🤣 and I don’t have kids STUPID OMGGG
While you just made a whole post about a grown ass man, his grown ass ex wife, & his grown ass business wtf but I’m parasocial Omggg go do your mom’s dishes 🤣🤣foh weirdo
Congrats grandma you said an absolute bunch of nothing and you deadass showed you’re illiterate as fuck. I’m a child right? Then go dust off your eggs and go have some kids instead of arguing with me over a wrestler who wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. Like are you not fucking embarrassed? 💀💀 Calling me a kid is not the drag you think it is in fact you’re dragging yourself cause you gotta be jobless as shit to do that don’t you think?
Imagine calling me a weirdo when you’re literally gooning over these men like a teenager at your big ass age?? Writing entire essays and getting mad over a single post about fucking Jey Uso? Epitome of parasocial and femcel behavior.
Get the fuck off my reblogs granny and worry about your sad ass life instead of worrying about my bills.
But calling me old is a drag right didn’t you call me old omggg you are a WEIRDO WTF IS A FEMCEL WTF stupid stay off Tik Tok go outside! I have a whole full life that’s why I’m not worried about someone else like you little weirdo ass is! Writing a post talking about grown adults…go clean your room! I pay bills, have my own house, a fiancé, & be on Tumblr not on Tumblr thinking I can talk about an adult going through a divorce like you know them! Go pay your cell phone you not an adult! Go look up the process for divorce ! You just mad you wrong & stupid!
Talking about Put 2 & 2 together dummy of course it’s broken the legal separation was 1st & they didn’t get back together so they divorce! You tryna call Jey Uso names like you was fucking him with his wife & you know the details! Go wash up I bet your bra is dirty! And your wig stinks 😷 with dirty lashes on your eyes!
Tik Tok vocabulary wtf is a FEMCEL omggg I know your parents hate you!
If you read the divorce it says Jey & Takecia has been legally separated for an year living apart smh that’s the problem you calling him Jey Uso when it’s Joshua Fatu going through the divorce who YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW! WTF do yall new age kids get….Jey Uso is a character!
Joshua Fatu is a real human who we don’t know anything about in his private life! Takecia & Joshua has been separated & living apart so he is a grown ass man to do what he wants as long as he is not hurting anyone! It’s killers, rapists, fucking abusers walking this earth & you upset a legally separated man who you don’t know is getting a divorce finally! WTF I HOPE EVERY ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE IS IN ORDER CAUSE YALL BASEMENT DWELLERS ARE ANNOYING! It’s no way you life a proper adult like & you can’t separate the time or think you know what’s going on in another human’s life!
And why are yall weird ass fans sending pictures to someone’s children WTFFFFFF WHY WOULD EVEN HAVE TO ADDRESS IT LIKE WTFFFFFFF ITS RUDE & INAPPROPRIATE! You don’t know Joshua Fatu or Takecia Fatu!! Realize that! Y’all don’t even know if Takecia is dating someone wtf then calling him a deadbeat when Joshua Fatu is always with his sons & loves them is diabolical! Y’all need human real human relationships then yall we know how complex others are! YOU DON’T KNOW JOSHUA FATU OR TAKECIA FATU cause that’s the two getting the divorce now Jey USO!!
He’s been spotted with Jaida for years, way before they got separated. And the court documents deemed the marriage as “irretrievably broken” it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Bringing up very serious topics as a silencing tactic just because I’m talking about him being a fuck nigga is not the gotcha moment you think it is. Hop off his nuts he’s not gonna fuck you.
Having the audacity to call mfs “basement dwellers” when you’re pushing 40, arguing with a 23 yo on tumblr over a whole cheater who doesn’t even know you exist instead of taking care of your kids is fucking insanity. “iT’S nOt jEy iTs jOshUa” who fucking cares? The Anoa’i/Fatu fangirls gotta be bigger parasocial losers than stans on twitter and love island fans combined.
You 23 yrs old tryna tell a grown ass man & woman who has been married how he should acted! You ain’t even been on this earth half a century go to sleep little girl! I don’t want to fuck Joshua Fatu that’s who is getting the divorce DUMMY! It’s always 1 of yall little ass kids telling grown people what they should be doing! Go away! Dumb ass saying “the marriage is “irretrievable broken” ummm DUH that’s the next step after going through a “legally separation” dummy! You are a child you don’t know the steps of a divorce so put that together WTFFFF GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK!
Takecia Fatu is a grown ass woman I’m sure she doesn’t need a 23 yr old child speaking for her! Go get a boyfriend/girlfriend, a life, & go interact with human while reading up on things before you speak on it! Don’t even know the steps of divorce ughhh I hate this generation! I correct humans esp KIDS IN THAT 18-25 age groups that don’t know shit about shit if shit slapped yall in the mouth yall dumb asses still won’t know what shit is 🤣🤣 and I don’t have kids STUPID OMGGG
While you just made a whole post about a grown ass man, his grown ass ex wife, & his grown ass business wtf but I’m parasocial Omggg go do your mom’s dishes 🤣🤣foh weirdo
Congrats grandma you said an absolute bunch of nothing and you deadass showed you’re illiterate as fuck. I’m a child right? Then go dust off your eggs and go have some kids instead of arguing with me over a wrestler who wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. Like are you not fucking embarrassed? 💀💀 Calling me a kid is not the drag you think it is in fact you’re dragging yourself cause you gotta be jobless as shit to do that don’t you think?
Imagine calling me a weirdo when you’re literally gooning over these men like a teenager at your big ass age?? Writing entire essays and getting mad over a single post about fucking Jey Uso? Epitome of parasocial and femcel behavior.
Get the fuck off my reblogs granny and worry about your sad ass life instead of worrying about my bills.
If you read the divorce it says Jey & Takecia has been legally separated for an year living apart smh that’s the problem you calling him Jey Uso when it’s Joshua Fatu going through the divorce who YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW! WTF do yall new age kids get….Jey Uso is a character!
Joshua Fatu is a real human who we don’t know anything about in his private life! Takecia & Joshua has been separated & living apart so he is a grown ass man to do what he wants as long as he is not hurting anyone! It’s killers, rapists, fucking abusers walking this earth & you upset a legally separated man who you don’t know is getting a divorce finally! WTF I HOPE EVERY ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE IS IN ORDER CAUSE YALL BASEMENT DWELLERS ARE ANNOYING! It’s no way you life a proper adult like & you can’t separate the time or think you know what’s going on in another human’s life!
And why are yall weird ass fans sending pictures to someone’s children WTFFFFFF WHY WOULD EVEN HAVE TO ADDRESS IT LIKE WTFFFFFFF ITS RUDE & INAPPROPRIATE! You don’t know Joshua Fatu or Takecia Fatu!! Realize that! Y’all don’t even know if Takecia is dating someone wtf then calling him a deadbeat when Joshua Fatu is always with his sons & loves them is diabolical! Y’all need human real human relationships then yall we know how complex others are! YOU DON’T KNOW JOSHUA FATU OR TAKECIA FATU cause that’s the two getting the divorce now Jey USO!!
He’s been spotted with Jaida for years, way before they got separated. And the court documents deemed the marriage as “irretrievably broken” it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Bringing up very serious topics as a silencing tactic just because I’m talking about him being a fuck nigga is not the gotcha moment you think it is. Hop off his nuts he’s not gonna fuck you.
Having the audacity to call mfs “basement dwellers” when you’re pushing 40, arguing with a 23 yo on tumblr over a whole cheater who doesn’t even know you exist instead of taking care of your kids is fucking insanity. “iT’S nOt jEy iTs jOshUa” who fucking cares? The Anoa’i/Fatu fangirls gotta be bigger parasocial losers than stans on twitter and love island fans combined.
Just a quick something since I haven’t written anything in 7 months💀 this is my first time doing a WWE fanfic so be nice ^~^
No smut today, just some fluff, age gap, and I used my pic cause why tf not lol.
Your relationship with Roman has been kept a secret for multiple reasons. You wanted to keep your anonymity from the world, and you didn’t feel like dealing with the kind of fanbase the IWC was. Roman has always been a discreet man when it came to his personal life, so the fact that his woman didn’t crave the attention from dating a WWE superstar was nothing but a blessing to him.
You were Roman’s little princess. You’d go on shopping sprees whenever he wasn’t on tour, Michelin stars restaurants whenever you wanted, trips to places you’ve never been with his private jet (pj pussyyyyyy), constant gifts, it could be a bouquet of your favorite flowers, makeup you’ve mentioned once, that Jaeger LeCoultre watch you saw on the Richemont website, and whenever he was in another state or country, he would always make sure to get you something before coming back. he was decided to spoil you rotten and give you the treatment you deserved. Whether materialistic or emotional. Like Drake said:
“Could name a lot of things any other man won't do for you, I'll do it for you, that's real”
There was also a large age gap between the two of you. You were young and inexperienced, while he already had an entire family before you. But you still managed to make it work and to compromise. Your families had side-eyed the whole thing for a while, especially his, knowing how badly it would look for him to date a woman 18 years younger than him. But eventually they accepted it, (not like they even had a choice anyway) and seeing how happy you made each other, how you stuck together despite the many difficulties a relationship like yours can bring, they even started supporting it.
The hardest part for you was his kids. You knew they meant the world to him. You’ve seen how protective he is of Joelle and even of his sons; this is a trait you’ve always admired about him, how much of a family man your partner is. And if you really wanted this to work, you had to build a good relationship with his children. You didn’t expect them to call you mom (not like you’d stomach it either way), but you didn’t want them to see you as the lady who barged into their lives and messed things up even more. The divorce has been hard enough for them, especially the younger set of twins. But Roman has been clear about something: he didn’t expect you to take the role of the stepmother, at least not until you wanted to, his only desire was for you to be cordial with everyone.
Joelle could be your little sister, so it was normal for her to be skeptical of you at first. ‘Who is she?’ ‘Is she a gold digger?’ ‘Is she a scammer?’ ‘Will she break dad’s heart?’ ‘I don’t trust her.’ ‘We’re only 5 years apart what is he thinking?’ Gaining her trust was a bit harder at first, compared to her siblings, who were already smitten by you after a session of building Legos and 1 hour of Fortnite. But over time, she started telling you about her day, going more into details by telling you which college she wanted to go to. Eventually, she began to consult you for advices regarding her relationship with her boyfriend, she opened up a bit more and revealed how terrible her relationship with her mom was, how she saw her as an extension of herself, how she kept trying to control everything about her life, whether it was how she dressed, how she spent her money, how she wore makeup, not to mention the outbursts, the gaslighting, the manipulation, and this is what got you closer. Because you were able to relate to everything the young woman was saying. And you felt this urge to shield her from the hurt she had faced, as if you were healing both of you. What sealed the deal was Joelle finding the courage to tell you how happy she was that her dad got a divorce after so many years of being in a loveless marriage. And even though you could be siblings, she made another confession: you’ve been more of a maternal figure in a few months than her mom ever was in eighteen years.
Roman watched from the sidelines as your relationship with his kids flourished into a beautiful bond, and it triggered something in him. Something only a provider man who’d lift mountains for his people could feel.
Now here you are, sitting ringside with all of his children, closer than ever, watching him fight CM Punk for the World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlemania 42. You knew what being here meant; it meant being exposed to the public, it meant that the whole world would know who you are and what you are to Roman Reigns. You don’t care, not anymore. There’s absolutely no point in living in fear of being judged, of being scrutinized by strangers who don’t even know you. Besides, living hidden like this has taken a toll on you both, Roman was tired of hiding you like you were his mistress, and you were sick of feeling like you had to watch your back every second the moment you’d go outside with him or the kids. No more. You take a look around you, at the two sets of twins cheering their dad, at Joelle planning your shopping session once the moment you leave Vegas, at your man in the ring hypnotizing the crowd, yeah. This is your family now, and there’s nothing that will move you from now on.
*Ding ding ding* the end of the match is announced, Roman is the new world heavyweight champion. Even though you knew he’d win the belt, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride at your partner lifting the golden belt in the air, the crowd going crazy and the fireworks illuminating the stadium as ‘Head of the Table’ hits. Then you see him coming toward you. First, he high-fives his first set of twins, then moves over to his second set and shares a sweet hug with them. Despite Joelle’s reluctance to embrace her sweaty and sticky dad, she’s pulled in anyway, not like she had a choice in the first place.
“Dad, you’re disgusting.” She grumbles while still hugging him tightly. Roman just chuckles and caresses her hair before moving on to you, and this is when your face is seen on the Jumbotron for the first time. You don’t pay attention to the cameraman or the thousands of eyes on you, or even the phones being pulled. Your only focus is on Roman, on his wet, wavy hair that sticks to his body and all the love he has for you all reflecting in his eyes. This is it, the moment he’ll *acknowledge you* in front of the entire world. Making it official to everyone, men and women, that you’re taken and he’s the lucky motherfucker who gets to be by your side. He cups your face and gives you a quick yet tender, salty kiss that settles this relationship between you for good. There’s no going back now.
Out of nowhere, the younger twins give you a hug, which distracts you from Roman for a second. You’re surprised but return the hug regardless without hesitation as your back faces your man, and that’s when he gives the signal to Joelle. She quickly grabs an object from her shoulder strap and gives it to him. The moment you turn around, here he is, on one knee behind the barricade, with a navy blue leather box, with Chaumet written in the middle, letters all white and elegant.
All of a sudden, time stops, and by reflex, you cover your gaping mouth as the only thing you can hear is the pounding heart in your ears. Not the huge pop from the crowd, not Michael Cole’s famous “Oh my god!” All you can see now is the lid being lifted to reveal a ring that probably costs 20 years of rent. Which quickly becomes very blurry as tears start to fill your eyes. You don’t even hear the question, when you look back at your lover, you can just read it on his lips, with his eyes full of hope and unconditional love for you. You look at the kids, and from their smiles only, you can tell they all set this thing up. You see them, their eyes sparkling with anticipation and affection for you. You remember all the good times the seven of you had together, and when you envisioned a future, your future, this is exactly what you had in mind.
You don’t even feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as you look back at Roman and nod eagerly. He lets out a laugh of joy, doesn’t wait any further, and grabs your left hand to delicately slide the diamond ring on your ring finger. The moment it's set, he gets back onto his feet and hugs you tightly while lifting you, not giving a fuck that he needs to take a shower first, and this is where you sob on his shoulder. There’s another massive pop from the crowd, cheers and applause from the children, but again, none of it matters. The only thing you care about is him, and the future waiting for you with the man that you love and the new family that you cherish. Once you lift your head back up, you can see his usual shit eating grin he always has and can’t help but let out a wet laugh.
“Of course you decided to propose to me during WrestleMania, after you won the title and after we officialized our relationship in front of the world. And of course your kids were involved in it as well.”
“What can I say?” He responds in your ear “I’m full of surprises, and I wanted to make it memorable and unforgettable for my future wife.”
You laugh while shaking your head. This man is unbelievable. “Well, congratulations, this moment sure will go down in WWE history.”
You knew what was coming. The reactions online, the potential outrage once people find out about the age gap, the criticism… but you absolutely don’t care. All that matters to you is him and the gigantic family waiting for you. And as you look back at your shiny ring, the future has never been brighter.
Btw this is the ring in question (excuse my fatass fingers) this mf costs one million euros ONE💀 I went to Chaumet to try some rings and I got inspired by what I tried that day for the story. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
synopsis : starting gym shouldn't be a big deal. unfortunately, neither should the pretty girl smiling at Toji. or the way she keeps touching him. or the fact that you've spent the entire day thinking about it. apparently, jealousy looks terrible on you.
You stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, eyes narrowing at your reflection as you tilted your body left and right. You walked out of your room making a beeline towards Geto who was lounging in the couch.
“...Suguu,” you called out softly, brows furrowed. He glanced up from his book on the couch, instantly alert at your tone.
“Hmm?”
“Do I look… uhmm… fat?”
Geto blinked once, then set the book down with a small sigh. “Nope. Why, baby?”
“I just…” your fingers squeezed your waist, “...I feel like I’ve gotten chubby.”
Before Geto could say anything, Toji’s voice rang from the hallway. “The fuck is wrong with that?” he grunted, strolling in shirtless, hair damp from a shower. “More for me to grab.”
You flushed instantly, face burning as your mouth opened and closed like a fish. “I didn’t… I mean–”
Toji smirked like he’d won something. “You ain't fat. But you keep sayin’ dumb shit like that and I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”
“Toji,” Geto sighed, but you were already a flustered mess.
“Can I… join the gym you train at?”
Toji raised a brow, towel slung over his neck. “If you’re sayin’ that ‘cause you think you’re fat, ain’t takin’ you.”
You shifted on your feet, chewing your lip. “But if I just… wanna get stronger? Maybe more stamina?”
He tilted his head like he was sizing you up, then grinned. “Hmm that's nice... If you’ve got more strength, I don’t gotta hold back, y’know.”
"Tojiii... youuu!!!"
“Good girl,” he muttered, giving your ass a smack making you squeak and red as Geto chuckled.
You hugged Toji quickly, mumbling a thank you before scampering off to your room. where, unsurprisingly, Gojo had already invaded your bed. He was curled up hugging your plushie like it was a lifeline, nose buried into it.
“Satoru…?”
“Mhmm?” he cracked open one icy blue eye and grinned. “You smell like heaven. Don’t leave me ever.”
“I won't,” you laughed, sitting beside him. “Will you come help me shop for gym clothes?”
That, apparently, was the magic phrase.
“YOU’RE GOING TO THE GYM?!” he practically flew out of your bed. “I need to supervise. I’m coming.”
You shouldn’t have asked. At the store, it was a disaster. Gojo was yanking crop tops off hangers, tossing booty shorts into your arms, dramatically flinging sparkly sports bras over your head.
“Satoru!!” you hissed, holding a pair of tiny shorts like they were radioactive. “I can’t wear this to the gym!”
“Why not?” he pouted. “It’ll keep the boys away ‘cause they’ll know you’re already taken.”
“Th...that doesn't even make any sense. They’ll stare.”
“Let them!” he said proudly. “Let them die from jealousy!”
Thankfully, Geto came to the rescue, offering you a few sleek, modest and comfortable sets in earthy tones. “These look good. functional too.”
You smiled sweetly, relieved. “Thank you, suguru.”
Gojo looked betrayed. “Okay, what is this? Everyone ignoring me. I bring spice to your life and all I get is disrespect.”
Back home, Gojo plopped onto the bed while you laid out your new clothes on them. “I’m gonna miss you when you're gone,” he said, pressing his face into your thigh.
“I’ll only be gone for a few hours,” you giggled, stroking his hair.
“Exactly. Too long.”
***
The next morning, you stepped out in your brand new gym clothes, shorts hugging your hips, a tight sports bra, and a loose T-shirt thrown on top. you felt a little silly, but excited.
Geto handed you a gym bag with a smile. “Water bottle. Banana. Trail mix. Text me if you need anything.”
“Thank you…” you hugged him, touched by the thoughtfulness.
Nanami appeared, kissed your cheek gently. “Call me if anything’s off. Anything.”
Toji, who had just walked out from the kitchen munching on something, scoffed. “She’s with me, jackass.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” Nanami deadpanned, adjusting his tie.
“Yeah, yeah.” Toji stuffed the last of the bread into his mouth. “Let’s go, doll.”
He took a helmet for you and slung an arm over your shoulders, steering you out the door. You couldn't even wave goodbye before he led you to his black bike. He handed you the helmet and straddled the seat.
“Get on,” he said. “Gotta hold tight though. Might go fast.”
You obeyed without a second thought, sliding on behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Like a fuckin’ koala,” he muttered, shaking his head fondly. “If I feel your tits pressin’ into me one more time I can't promise if I'm gonna crash us into a wall.”
“Shut up toji!!” you squeaked, as he laughed loud and revived the engine.
“Hold on, princess. Let’s go build that stamina of yours.”
***
Gym smelled like sweat and steel, music pumping through the speakers as you stepped inside with Toji beside you. Instantly, heads turned.
“Yo, toji !”
“Morning, fushiguro!”
“Spot me first, yeah?!”
He grunted a few responses, barely sparing them a glance, his hand sliding down to your lower back possessively. Everyone knew him. He was the best trainer in the gym. Big, broad and confident, the type of man people admired and secretly drooled over.
“All right, baby,” he said, tossing a towel over his shoulder. “Let’s see what that soft little body can handle.”
You swallowed hard as he started guiding you through the beginner routines. But the man couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Every “correction” involved groping, his calloused fingers brushing your inner thighs, his palm flat on your lower belly, adjusting your hips with a grip that lingered.
“Stretch, bend… yeah, like that,” he murmured behind you. You bent forward and thump.
You gasped, feeling the unmistakable pressure of his bulge nudging against your core. “Toji…” you whined, cheeks burning.
“What?” he feigned innocence, rocking his hips just slightly. “Form’s gotta be perfect, baby.”
Your knees trembled. He let out a chuckle and finally pulled back. After teasing you within an inch of sanity, he finally let you catch your breath, handing you a water bottle. “Walk on the treadmill for a while, yeah? gotta see a couple of clients.”
You nodded, slightly dazed, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your neck followed by a sharp bite.
“Don’t miss me too much,” he smirked, walking off.
You walked slowly, sweat sliding down your back as you tried to focus on the rhythm of your steps. You took a sip of water, cheeks warm. That’s when you heard someone giggling. You turned slightly and there she was.
Toned thighs, tight gym shorts, sports bra hugging a perfect figure. Her ponytail bounced as she smiled up Toji. He stood beside her, adjusting her posture, saying something too low for you to hear. She laughed again, arm brushing against his. His hands were on her hips, not in a dirty way but just there, showing her how to move, how to hold the stretch. Still, she leaned in too much. Her fingers brushed his bicep under the pretense of balance. Her eyes didn’t leave his mouth when he spoke.
You knew it was part of his job but it stung. Hard. You looked away. Swallowed and then looked again. And that was it.
“Tojiii,” you called, loud enough to carry. His head snapped to you instantly.
“Yeah, doll?” he jogged over, concern furrowing his brows. “You okay? Tired?”
You shook your head quickly. “I wanna go home.”
He blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck. “Doll, … I work here, yeah? Got that girl to train—she’s one of my regular clients. And those two too—” he nodded toward a couple of girls lifting weights across the floor. You nodded slowly, eyes flicking back to the girl who was still watching him.
“I’ll book ya a cab, hmm?” he said gently, pulling his phone out. “Call me when you get back.”
You stepped back and reached for your towel from his hands. “I don’t need a cab. I’ll call suguru.”
His brows drew together slightly. “Huh? wait—”
But you’d already turned, walking toward your bag without looking back. Outside, the cool air stung your skin. You dialed Geto with shaky fingers.
“Honey?” he answered on the first ring. “Done already?”
“Suguu… can you pick me up?”
He was there in ten minutes. You didn’t say a word, just climbed into the passenger seat and pulled your knees up to your chest. He didn’t press. But when he glanced over at the red in your eyes, his jaw tightened. He drove you home in silence, hand resting protectively on your knee. He dropped you home, a kiss to your cheeks then drove off to work.
***
You didn’t have class today. And yet the whole day felt heavier than usual. You tried to read, tried to write, maybe even clean your room but your thoughts kept spiraling back to the image of that girl at the gym. He let her touch him. Let her press up close, even if it was all part of the damn job. You hated that it mattered so much. Hated that he was still at the gym right now. Still surrounded by girls like that.
Eventually, the weight of it made you curl into bed and sleep the day away, your chest tight and mind restless. Evening came. The apartment door clicked open. You stirred only when you heard the shower running. You moved to the couch with the plushie Gojo bought you once. A few minutes later, warm arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you gently from the couch into a lap that was all peace and safety.
Nanami smelled like cedarwood and clean skin. His damp hair brushed your cheek as he kissed your temple. "How was your day, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and smooth.
“I… just slept,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, voice barely audible.
He tilted your chin with two fingers. “All day?”
You nodded up at him. "Yeah..."
He hummed. “And how was the gym?”
Your face faltered before you could stop it. Your eyes dropped. You hated that he noticed it instantly.
"What's wrong, love?"
"Nothing," you whispered too fast, trying to turn away.
His voice turned firm. “What happened?”
“I-it's nothing serious—really.”
“Did Toji do something to you?”
Your head snapped up, panic flashing. “No! no, nothing like that—he didn’t—he didn’t do anything.”
Nanami narrowed his eyes slightly. “Then talk to me. What is it?”
You exhaled shakily and looked down again. And then, in a quiet, hesitant voice, you finally let it spill.
“It’s just… at the gym… when toji left me to go train someone else, there was this girl, she was really pretty and she kept touching him and smiling at him and… I know it’s his job but… I felt… so stupid.”
Your voice broke a little as you reached the end, cheeks flushed with shame. Nanami didn’t speak for a second. he just tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple again.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “He’s a trainer. That’s what he does. It's nothing to worry about.” he smiled.
You nodded reluctantly. “But she was touching him. On the arms. And her laugh was like… flirty. She likes toji. I know it.”
He raised a brow. "Oh? she likes him?"
You nodded, like complaining.
“And who does toji love?”
Your lips parted. "Wh-what?"
"I asked who does toji and all of us love, hmm?"
You blinked, dumbfounded. “…Me?”
“Exactly.”
He kissed your cheek, your jaw, then lower, down your neck. “You're our girl, yeah?” he whispered, breath warm.
You giggled softly, heat rushing to your chest. His hands moved up under your shirt. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, thumbing your nipple. “My pretty girl getting all upset over this… adorable.”
Before you could respond, the front door opened.
"I'm home," came Geto's familiar voice from the hallway.
You froze in Nanami’s lap as Geto stepped into the living room, a little strand of his hair damp from sweat. His eyes landed on you, then narrowed slightly when he saw where you were.
“Well, well,” he drawled, walking over and crouching beside the couch. “I don’t get this greeting?” he leaned in and kissed your lips gently, fingers brushing your knee. “How was the gym, baby?”
You flinched slightly, eyes darting to Nanami. He chuckled when you gave him a pleading look—please don’t tell him. Nanami raised his brow. “Should I not say?”
You shook your head so fast it was almost embarrassing. “Nooo...!”
Geto's brows pulled together as he looked between you and Nanami. “Okay, what'd I miss?”
A quiet laugh escaped Nanami as he shook his head. “She's been sulking all day,” he said, “ranting to me about this girl at the gym who was looking at toji.”
“Nanamin!”
The realization dawned on Geto almost immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Ohh,” he hummed. “You were jealous, baby?” he teased, tilting his head. “Over toji?”
“I-I wasn’t! I mean—no!”
Nanami leaned in, his palm resting on your thigh again. “Oh, you should’ve seen her. Face all scrunched up the whole time.”
Geto’s hands joined his, trailing up your other leg. “You poor baby,” he murmured. “Did he stretch her out too? like he do to you before he fucks you dumb?”
Your mouth fell open, mortified. “S-stop! You two are being mean…”
They both leaned in, trapping you in the heat of their bodies. “You like when we’re mean,” Geto said softly, licking your pulse point.
“I’m not jealous,” you stammered, pushing at their chests feebly.
“Oh?” Nanami smirked. “Then why are you shaking like that, hmm?”
“I-I’m not!”
“I think you are,” Geto grinned at you. “Should we call toji, tell him how you’re acting like a brat over him?”
“Noooo! you can't...” you squeaked, face burning. You shoved them both lightly and scrambled off Nanami’s lap, your heart thumping. “I’m not jealous!” you insisted, running toward your room and slamming the door shut behind you. You could hear their soft laughs echo behind the door.
“She’s definitely jealous,” Nanami said.
“Agree, agree.” Geto replied.
And you were behind the door, cheeks on fire and your heart thumping like crazy.
***
Toji came home a little later than usual, sweat clinging to his skin, hair a little damp, gym bag slung over his shoulder. You didn’t greet him like you normally did. Didn’t even look up from the couch when he walked past. Not a smile, not a “welcome home.” Just silence.
He noticed. Ohh, he definitely noticed.
The first time he passed you, he let it slide. Maybe you were tired. Maybe you didn’t hear him. The second time, when he tossed his bag on the chair and asked, “You eat anything yet?”, and you just mumbled a “yeah” without even turning your head, his jaw ticked. When you pulled away from his touch later saying you were “not in the mood” he snapped.
And the next thing you knew, Toji’s hand was gripping your wrist as he dragged you inside your room, slamming it shut behind him.
“The fuck is wrong with you today?” he barked, pushing you gently but firmly toward the bed. “Been giving me this cold-ass shoulder since morning.”
You swallowed hard, eyes wide.
“Didn’t call when you got home,” he said, voice rising. “Didn’t reply to a single fuckin’ text. Didn’t pick up any of my calls. You just walked out the gym and vanished. And now you’re actin’ like I did something?”
“Toji, I—”
“No, you don’t get to shut me out like this without telling me what the fuck is wrong.” He stepped closer, hands on either side of your waist, pinning you in place. His eyes scanned your face, furious but confused, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling too fast.
Your lower lip trembled, eyes getting wet. “You’re scaring me…”
Toji froze when he saw your face changes. “Shit. No, No—fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, stepping back. “Don’t—don’t cry. Fuck, don’t do that. Didn’t mean to yell. Shit. I didn’t even do anything, why are you crying like that?”
“You’re.... so mean,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I hate you.”
You pushed at his chest with both hands, stumbling out of his grip, hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Before he could react, you ran straight to the living room, where Nanami was reading on the couch. You threw yourself into his arms, sobbing into his chest. He held you without question, his arms secure around your waist, hand soothing your back.
Toji came after you, of course. Stopping at the hallway, panting, looking genuinely wrecked.
“The fuck happened to her?” he demanded, eyes narrowing at Nanami. “She said I’m mean. What did I even do? She’s never called me that, not even when I was bullying her cunt like—”
“Toji.” Nanami cut him off, calm but sharp. “For the love of God, don’t finish that sentence.”
Toji blinked, then rubbed his temples. “I didn’t even fuckin’ do anything…”
Geto strolled in just in time to hear the tail end of it, sipping on something cold. He glanced between the three of you and smirked.
“Toji,” he said with a chuckle, “You might wanna consider a career change if this is how it’s going.”
“What?” Toji blinked again, clearly not following. Then it clicked. “Oh.” his voice dropped into a knowing growl. “Ohhhh.....”
He started laughing, low and sharp. Cruel in how accurate it was. “That’s what this was about?” he pointed toward you. “That girl today?”
You didn’t answer, face buried in Nanami’s chest, fists clenched in his shirt.
Toji walked over with purpose. “You really got all bratty over that stuck-up cardio chick? Baby, that’s work. That ain’t fun.” He grabbed you by the waist, prying you from Nanami’s lap like you weighed nothing.
“Toji—let go!” you squealed, trying to fight him off.
“You wanna cry? fine. You can cry on my cock,” he snarled.
He carried you toward your room, ignoring your squirming, ignoring the way Geto was cackling behind him, ignoring Nanami’s slow exhale and murmured, “Toji. Don't be so hard on her.”
He dropped you on the bed, crawling over you, his big frame caging you in. You thought he was gonna fuck you mean out of anger. Instead, he pulled your shorts down and nudged your legs apart, slowly running the thick length of his cock up and down your folds not pushing in.
Your eyes widened. “Toji—”
“Shh,” he cut in, voice smooth and dark. “Let me ask you something, baby.”
His cock slid through your slick folds again, dragging right over your clit. You gasped, trying to close your thighs but his hand pushed them back open. “Want me to put it in?”
You swallowed thickly, face burning, unable to speak. He chuckled, slow and mean. “Just the tip, yeah? That’ll shut your jealous little head up?” he lined himself up and rubbed the tip right against your entrance without pushing in. “That enough to make you forget about her?”
You whimpered, hips twitching.
“No?” he murmured, kissing your throat, teasing the head of his cock at your tight entrance again, not entering. “Want me to really fuck it in? want it deep, or you just want the tip like a good little slut?”
You squirmed, unable to form any words, shaking your head.
“Don’t want the tip?” he smirked, hand sliding under your shirt, palming your tits. “Then what do you want, baby? want me to fuck it in deep and ruin that jealous little cunt so you remember who you belong to?”
“I—I’m sorry—”
“Sorry?” he cooed mockingly. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?" he slides his cock up your folds teasing.
"Sorry for saying you hate me?" another grind.
"Or sorry for not calling?" he rolls his hips again.
"Or sorry for being a pouty, bratty, little thing?”
“…All of it…” you whispered, breath hitching.
Toji’s eyes softened just for a second. Then he shoved the tip in. Just barely. Enough to make you jolt and moan. He groaned. “Tight little hole. Fuck, missed this cock, huh?”
You nodded desperately. “Please—Toji…”
He smirked, sliding in just another inch. “Gonna take it back now? that thing you said earlier?”
Your heart stuttered. “I—I didn’t mean it—” another push. “I don’t hate you—!”
“Then what do you feel, huh?”
“I—” you choked out, tears spilling again, “I love you—I love you, Toji, please—!”
He chuckled, finally burying himself all the way in one slow, punishing thrust. “Yeah. that’s my girl,” he whispered. “Now tell me… who’s my good baby?”
“Ahhh.... me,” you gasped.
He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. “Say it again.”
“Me—!”
“Who’s the one who gets all my love and kisses?”
“Me—!”
“Who’s the little thing bouncing on my cock every night?”
You sobbed, head spinning. “That's—!”
He smirked, licking a stripe up your cheek like a reward. “That’s what I thought.”
And just like that, he grabbed your hips and started fucking you for real. Deep, slow thrusts, each one sealing every filthy word inside you. Toji grinned down at you, his cock still twitching inside, his body hot and heavy as he leaned in, voice smug and low against your cheek.
“Jealous little bunny, huh?” he murmured, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. “Gets all possessive for me? Hmm? Love me that much?”
You nodded furiously, lips parted, breath shaky.
“Oh? Thought you hated me?” he teased, voice dipping as he nipped at your throat. “Didn’t you say that, huh?”
“S-so… sorry,” you whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. “Won’t say it again… I– I love you…”
He hummed, pleased, his cock grinding just a little deeper. “Is that so?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Then… wanna mark me up?” he smirked.
“What?”
“To show that gym chick not to fuck with me, yeah?” he murmured, dragging your hand over his bare chest. “Come on, mark me up like a good little bunny. Start with my neck.”
Your eyes widened, but he tilted his head, baring his thick throat. “Come on,” he growled softly. “Bite me.”
You leaned in, sinking your teeth gently into his skin. He chuckled low. “Oh? you can do better than that. Bite harder, baby—gotta show her, hmm?”
You obeyed, a little harder this time.
“Good girl,” he groaned, voice roughening. “Now my arms. Come on, leave marks everywhere they can see. You want them to see, don’t you?”
Your lips trembled as you nodded and leaned in again. Toji just grinned, letting you claim him. He slowed his thrusts, just enough for you to breathe barely, his chest heaving, your body trembling under his. One of his big hands gripped your jaw, tilting your teary, fucked-out face up to meet his eyes.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice low and filthy against your lips. “Next time you feel jealous, you tell me, yeah?”
You nodded weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open. he smirked, cock still buried deep inside you.
“I’ll make sure to fuck the jealousy right outta you. Every single time.”
Lord knows I don’t support Joe anymore but idk. I feel like destroying your family, ruining 12 years of marriage, potentially breaking your wife’s trust in men and probably making her question her self-worth and stepping on her self-esteem, giving your son the worst example possible, all of this over your colleague’s pussy is genuinely worse.
That’s your opinion. However what Jey is doing does not affect me. His choices affect his family. So it can’t be worse. The actions of that fecal fungus and his supporters affect everyone. Putting cheating over pedophilia (he’s done more obviously) is odd to me but again. It’s your opinion.
When it comes to morality, it is. Just bc it doesn’t concern you doesn't mean it’s not worse. It’s the same as saying that somehow an abuser of any kind can’t be worse than a trump supporter because it doesn’t affect you. But it’s a matter of perspective ig, and honestly I’m not gonna argue over politics here. Also. How come you read what I said and concluded that I think cheating is worse than pedophilia in general like there aren’t nuances to this debate?💀 I don’t expect you to agree with me but don’t go around twisting my words
I said they weren’t the same. I consider what trump supporters worse than cheating. I’m comparing cheating and trump supporters. I think trump supports are worse.
Im able to recognize cheating is wrong but morally a trump support is worse. In this particular situation TO ME. I’m speaking on cheating. No abuse. Because that’s an entirely different situation.
You said “. I feel like destroying your family, ruining 12 years of marriage, potentially breaking your wife’s trust in men and probably making her question her self-worth and stepping on her self-esteem, giving your son the worst example possible, all of this over your colleague’s pussy is genuinely worse.”
That why I said it’s your opinion. I didn’t twist your words. Those are your words.
We can discuss nuances. But my original sentence was very specific. And tied to two people based on comments I’ve been seeing.
You said “it doesn’t impact me, it impacts his family so it’s not worse” hence why I brought up abuse to show you that that just because something doesn’t impact you directly doesn't mean it can’t be worse. But like I said it’s a matter of perspective and you’re entitled to yours.
You made it seem like I said cheating is worse than the crime itself. It would’ve been a different story if Roman were himself a pedo. + I personally think that all politicians are morally bankrupt, hence why I had this take. I could go in depth but it will just be way too long.
Let’s just agree to disagree in the end. But I find it fascinating how opinions can differ and how we can see the world so differently
Btw thank you for this civilized convo, don’t think that I would’ve had this on twitter💀 (and just ignore the Roman glazers)
Lord knows I don’t support Joe anymore but idk. I feel like destroying your family, ruining 12 years of marriage, potentially breaking your wife’s trust in men and probably making her question her self-worth and stepping on her self-esteem, giving your son the worst example possible, all of this over your colleague’s pussy is genuinely worse.
That’s your opinion. However what Jey is doing does not affect me. His choices affect his family. So it can’t be worse. The actions of that fecal fungus and his supporters affect everyone. Putting cheating over pedophilia (he’s done more obviously) is odd to me but again. It’s your opinion.
When it comes to morality, it is. Just bc it doesn’t concern you doesn't mean it’s not worse. It’s the same as saying that somehow an abuser of any kind can’t be worse than a trump supporter because it doesn’t affect you. But it’s a matter of perspective ig, and honestly I’m not gonna argue over politics here. Also. How come you read what I said and concluded that I think cheating is worse than pedophilia in general like there aren’t nuances to this debate?💀 I don’t expect you to agree with me but don’t go around twisting my words
Lord knows I don’t support Joe anymore but idk. I feel like destroying your family, ruining 12 years of marriage, potentially breaking your wife’s trust in men and probably making her question her self-worth and stepping on her self-esteem, giving your son the worst example possible, all of this over your colleague’s pussy is genuinely worse.
