“Rhys, I didn’t accuse you of anything,” Brooklyn spat, scraping off food from her plate into the garbage disposal. This had been an ongoing rift between the blonde and her boyfriend for over a month. The truth was Brook didn’t accuse him of anything. Not to his face, at least. But she had a creeping suspicion that work wasn't actually keeping him late every night. If she brought this up, however, suddenly she was the bad guy for not trusting him.
The taller brunette came over, dropping his plate in the sink. “Well, it seems like you really want to. So say it.” He leaned on the counter, waiting for her response. “Go on, Brook, tell me what you really think.” She sighed, exasperated by his pushing. She was perfectly content keeping it to herself. She dropped the dishes she was in the middle of washing, and looked over to him, resting her hands on the sink.
“You want to know what I really think? I think your ‘work wife’ is a little more than that. I think you go and visit her at the bar every day after work, while I’m at home making us dinner. I think you’ve slept with her a handful of times here while I was at work. And actually, I think she’s your most recent contact on your phone too.”
He shook his head and walked away from her. “You are so dramatic, you exaggerate everything,” he argued from the other room. He always did this to her when they fought anymore. Suddenly she’s too dramatic, or too serious, or too paranoid. Everything she was upset about didn’t matter. “Stop redirecting this! It doesn’t matter if I’m dramatic or not, my feelings and concerns are valid,” she defended, following him into the living room.
“It does matter, because when you exaggerate, going out with a coworker becomes sleeping with a coworker. That’s a big fucking accusation, Brooklyn!”
“I’ve never said it wasn’t! What, do you think I just throw this around? Do you think I want to think you’re fucking someone else in the back of your car after work almost every day? If there wasn’t so much evidence, I probably wouldn't even bring it up.”
“Evidence? What are you a fucking detective?”
“I don’t need to be, because you’re that obvious about it!”
Brook crossed her arms over her chest, houghing in anger. She stomped over to him and tried to square up with him, but she just simply was not big enough to compare. “Her panties. I found her panties in your trunk when I was getting groceries.”
“And they weren’t just your panties? I did have to take clothes to the laundromat recently. They could’ve fallen out of the basket,” he argued.
“She’s not even my size, Rhys! If you’re going to try that one, at least fuck someone my size!” A frown was plastered on her face, disappointed at his attempt to try and gaslight her again.
“Great, you won, Brook. I fucked my coworker and you - you were right. Congratulations,” he mocked, “Now what are we going to do? Split up? If that’s what you want, but both of our names are on the fucking lease. We’ll still be stuck together for another six months at least.”
“I don’t want to split up, Rhys, I’m only asking that you stop and commit to me for once,” she practically begged, “We can fix this, we can fix us…Aren’t I enough for you?” Rhys’s expression softened and he took a step closer to her, holding her cheek. “You’re more than enough, Brook. I’m sorry I made you feel this way.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I was weak, but I’ll do better. For us.” He trailed more kisses down the bridge of her nose to the tip, and then her lips. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply. “I love you,” she breathed after pulling away. Rhys wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing her again and carrying her to the bedroom.
Wendy wasn’t always reliant on drugs, she grew up a pretty normal teen with good grades and popular amongst her peers. Drugs were never even on her mind, not even through the years of underage drinking. It wasn’t until she got older that she used them for the first time. Her first time was with a little weed, just to calm her mind as things were starting to get a little too stressful at home. Weed turned into coke as she met new people and landed amongst the wrong crowd. She had an addictive personality and she wasn’t immune from the effects of the drugs she was using. You’d think after getting busted for possession a few times and almost dying from an overdose, she’d wise up but she couldn’t help herself, that was the bad part of addiction.
Coke turned into heroin pretty quickly, she dabbled in it at the start but then her addiction worsened. Wendy couldn’t go a day without some type of fix, even when she got into a relationship with Dominic she was high as a kite. Their entire relationship consisted of sex, as great as it was and her being off her face 99.9% of the time. She was honestly surprised he’d stuck around as long as he did before he got sent to prison.
Were they trying for a kid? No, neither of them were but it happened just like most things in life. Wendy wasn’t a horrible person but she did make some stupid choices. One of them being that she used whilst she was pregnant with her son despite all the lectures from family and friends. Her addiction sky rocketed because of her emotions, it was hard enough for her to go through a break up and a pregnancy on her own let alone without drugs. She used them as an escape, not to harm her kid.
She was a mess and everyone knew it, she wasn’t even able to see her son as often as she’d like because since she’d introduced Dominic to the son he never knew he even had - another one of her bad choices, he’d been keeping Abel away from her. She understood why but it didn’t hurt any less knowing he’d grown to hate her. As much as she wanted to get clean for her son, she couldn’t and that sucked.
Every day was a loop for her, she’d wake up and get high, she’d make lunch and get high, hell even for dinner she’d choose not to eat just to get high. Her life was a disaster and she knew it.
Today was no different, she’d woken up at about 5am and immediately reached for her stash, pulling out an already prepared syringe. Grabbing a robe tie, she rested her arm on the kitchen table and tightened the rope so the circulation in her arm stopped. With her mouth, she bit off the end of the syringe and found a vein, any vein she could. She pressed the needle into her arm and let out a relaxed sigh as she inserted the fluid into her arm, the effects almost immediate. The longer time went on the more her vision became hazed, the last thing she could remember seeing was photos of Abel that were placed on the table. Smiling at the pictures, and dropping the syringe, Wendy's body crashed to the floor. One of these times she won’t get off so lucky, one day this addiction would kill her.
You are Roman’s neighbor. He’s attracted to you and he cannot stand your boyfriend. He also cannot stand that the walls in the apartment are so thin that he can hear everything that happens when you two have sex. A month passes and he realizes that he hasn’t heard the recount of your nightly bedroom escapades echoing off of his walls and that he’s barely seen you around and when he has you look sad.. He decides that he wants to make you smile (And scream) again.Fluff and smut happen.
Character:
Roman Reigns
Rating:
Mature, duhhhh.
Word Count:
2,515+
Other:
This is based on an AU list I’ve seen floating around Tumblr but now cannot find to reblog to my blog for you guys to send me prompts and shit in to save my life.. The basic concept was that Muse A hears muse B and Muse B’s SO going at it like rabbits every night until one night (and quite a few after) they’re not.. SO they realize that they’ve fallen for Muse A and they make a move… Or something. Shrugs
Tagging : @allgirlswrestlingclub
Also… Plot Twists ahead.. Roman finds out You weren’t the mystery screamer...
O.o.O
The silence was starting to get to him almost as much as the sounds of you moaning and the headboard hitting the wall so hard he thought it’d come through to his living room had been. It had been nearly 3 weeks now and he hadn’t heard you and your asshole boyfriend having sex.. At all.
And now that he thought about it he hardly saw you around the building either.. the last time he had, you’d been wearing sweats and this cute little crop top and you looked.. well you’d looked sad.. sexy but so sad.
He tried turning on the television or something to take away the silence and he really tried to focus on the football game he was stopped on but it didn’t work.. he kept imagining you over there all alone.. sad.
Before he realized what he was doing he was standing and sliding on a t shirt walking out of his apartment and knocking at your door.
You raised a brow at the sound of your door being knocked on and after a few minutes you called out “Hang on.” and grumbling to yourself you slid off the couch and made your way to the door, throwing it open.
You could have disappeared into the floor when you realized that the man standing on the other side of your door was the same man you were watching spear Rusev on television.. you also happened to be wearing his Roman Empire t shirt and not much else.
Roman chuckled a little rubbing his neck. “Are you okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“I used to hear you and the asshole.. you know.. Doing it.” Roman muttered, his eyes roaming over your legs and back up your body, lingering on your curvy hips your full breasts and how well they filled out the shirt.. Quickly, he diverted his eyes, attempting to fix them on your eyes but instead they fixed on your lips and he found himself leaning in slightly and brushing hair out of your eyes..
he couldn’t help but notice that your eyes looked a little red.
“You were crying.”
“No.” you tried to lie but Roman sighed quietly and then asked “You never answered my question.. are you okay?”
“I lost 235 pounds of cheating asshole so yeah.. I’m doing okay.” you admitted it quietly you noticed then that you seemed to be migrating closer to the tall and muscular as hell samoan male. Your hips brushed his and he tensed. You tensed too and you almost stepped back but his hand went to your hip and he asked quietly “Why were you crying then?”
“I wasn’t.. I mean not tonight.. Tonight it’s just allergies?” you sheepishly bit your lower lip as you stared up into his eyes and that look in them had your panties starting to get soaked in a literal few seconds.
“Oh.” Roman chuckled and then asked “Can I come in?”
You stepped aside and let him come into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. He asked you with an amused laugh “You watch?”
“I knew you looked familiar when you moved in last month.. When my brother was over here about two weeks ago fixing the water heater, he saw you going into your place and he told me you were a wrestler.. I was curious as to why a guy who looked like he has his shit together for the most part would willingly get the piss kicked out of him on television for the world to see so I may have watched… Now I’m fucking hooked.”
“Oh really.” roman was moving in closer. You were mirroring his movements and you were getting wetter by the second. “So umm.. you got any favorites?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his face as he leaned in a little more. You licked your lips and admitted quietly “There’s this one really tall Samoan asshole who spears anybody who pisses him off.. He’s a cocky little shit but I wouldn’t say I’d throw him out of bed.”
Roman chuckled and he leaned in trailed his fingertips across your lower lip as he muttered thoughtfully “Cocky little shit huh? Do you think I can take the guy? Because see, I came over here, Y/N, because I wanted to make you mine..”
“Is that so?” you purred the distance between your lips closing as you rose to tiptoe. Roman had other ideas and he slid you up his body hands gripping your ass. You sucked in a breath as you rubbed against his bulge unintentionally.
“Oh jesus Christ.” you muttered biting your lower lip as Roman raised a brow and you mumbled aloud “Somehow, Roman.. Don’t think I’ll be faking it tonight.” as you slid your legs around his waist when he brushed all the stuff on your kitchen counter off and sat you down on top of it instead. He chuckled and then asked “So all that screaming was..”
“Probably his side bitch.. I worked nights at the hospital until about a month ago..”
It clicked then, Roman never seeing you come and go often.. And he had seen you leaving right before the moaning kicked into high gear.. But he’d assumed that you came home and that you two were having sex. It wasn’t his business so he hadn’t bothered to ask. Knowing that the guy screwed around on you and it hurt you though it made Roman feel like a jerk for not asking, for not potentially exposing the guy sooner.. because he could have had you to himself..
“So on the quieter nights..”
“That was me.. Trust me Roman Reigns.. if he were worth a fuck you and this entire damn building would have heard me.”
Roman chuckled.
“Interesting.” he muttered as he pulled your lips against his yet again biting your lower lip his hand trailing up the hem of the shirt you were wearing, gripping your thighs as he trailed his mouth down your neck sucking and biting. You moaned aloud and he chuckled. His hand slipped higher his fingers trailed over the soaked fabric of your panties and you moaned again, rubbing yourself against his bulge as you own hand dipped down the front of his sweat pants.
It was his turn to gasp as your hand closed around his massive cock and you started to slowly stroke your way up and down it’s entire length. His breath caught in his throat and his finger slipped into your panties, slowly slipping over your folds and going upward, rubbing slow and deliberate circles over your clit. You sucked in a breath and Roman muttered against your neck, “I wonder Y/N.. just how loud can you get, baby girl..”
You moaned a little louder and thrust against him while moving your own hands faster over his cock as he slipped his finger into your soaked cunt all the way up to his knuckle, thrusting, teasing. The pad of his thumb trailed over your clit rubbing slowly as he slipped in another finger and you writhed your body against him your legs wrapping tightly around his hips.
“You’re soaked, baby girl.”
“Roman… Fuck.” you moaned against his lips as he muttered quietly, “Louder.”
“Oh Roman.”
“Getting better.” his fingers slid in even deeper, thrusting, almost as if he were fucking you with them. You stroked him slower. He groaned and thrust into your hand. He couldn’t handle all the teasing anymore so he picked you up and carried you into your bedroom, kicking the door open as he went. Your back hit the mattress and he was towering over you as he parted your legs with his knee and his lips latched onto your neck. His fingers slid out of you but only long enough to tear the shirt you were wearing up and over your head, flinging it out into the floor of your bedroom. You tugged his shirt up and it joined your shirt on the floor.
His hands were all over you on their way back down your body and you were writhing around underneath him, moaning and gripping at his body biting your lip in anticipation. “Fuck!! Roman!!” you cried out Roman smirking as he leaned down and pulling you into a lip biting kiss as he slid a fourth finger into your soaked core he asked calmly, “Who’s gonna fuck your pussy until you can’t move, baby girl?”
“Y-you!! Fuck Roman.. Fuck me.” you were begging breathlessly against his lips and probably louder than you’d ever screamed in your life. Your ex definitely hadn’t made you this loud in the bedroom. He chuckled against your neck and his free hand gripped your hip holding it to the mattress as his lips left your lips and slowly made their way downward, lingering on your super sensitive nipples as his thick tongue slashed quickly across and then lingered slowly teasing them, biting gently leaving marks only the two of you could see. He licked his lips as he told you with a smirk, “I have been dying to taste you, baby girl.” and then he was kissing lower, stopping to suck a mark in your hip.
His head buried between your thighs and you groaned as his tongue trailed over your folds and his lips followed, sucking them and then focusing on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves until your legs were shaking and your fingers were digging into his shoulders and gripping at your hair and you were screaming his name louder than you’d ever screamed anything in your life. “So sweet.” he muttered, the vibration only furthering you towards one hell of an orgasm as it ripped through your core and you felt the wetness flowing out and seeping slowly down your legs.. Not to underdo anything, his tongue made lazy trails down and up both your thighs, not leaving a single trace of the wetness that had soaked them just seconds before.
You tugged his hair and he angled your hips upward with the one hand, pulling your pussy towards his tongue and thrusting his tongue into your soaked core. “Christ!! Roman!! Fuck Me Now!!!” you were really begging him and he chuckled again and you completely lost it.. You started to come for him, he practically drank you in and groaned himself as he smirked and raised up starting back up your body, this wicked gleam in his eyes as he slid your legs over his shoulder and slid his sweats down, you groaned and bit your lip as his cock sprang free and he told you quietly, “And it’s all yours, baby girl. You did that to me.. I was picturing you over here all this time.. it took everything I had not to come over when the jerk left the last time I saw him and kick in the fucking door and show you how good it could really feel.”
You moaned at the dirty words as they fell from his lips, getting soaked all over again and he teased the tip of his cock along your folds making you shiver and beg for it all over again. And then slowly he started to slip into you, groaning, “Fuck.. You’re so god damn tight baby girl.”
“Oh fuck.. Roman..” you moaned as his cock went in deeper and he started to slowly pound you. You gripped at his body mainly his hips so to try and pull him all the way inside and to appease you, he sank in even deeper.. you were seeing stars dance behind your eyelids whenever they’d flutter closed and the headboard started to bang against the wall your eyes shot open and you looked up at him but quickly wound up moaning his name and ultimately screaming it as he thrust harder and faster, bottoming out inside of you hitting your g spot in the process and then he flipped you over quickly after slipping out from underneath your legs.
He gripped your ass as he thrust back into you and started to fuck you so hard that you could clearly hear the slap of skin on skin. His fist tangled in your hair, tugging and you moaned louder, screaming again.
The neighbor on your opposite side yelled out “Can you people shut the fuck up? It’s 2 am.”
The thought jarred you.. you’d seen the time when you two were teasing at this and it was only midnight then.. He smirked and leaned in, biting at your neck, marking you all over again as he whispered huskily against your neck, “It’s gonna be a long night, baby girl.. think you can handle it?”
“Don’t fucking stop.” you moaned even louder, you both quietly snickered when the neighbor started to swear on the other side of the wall and the television went up, probably to block the noise. “Oh.. I’m not going to, baby girl.. this pussy is mine now.. You’re mine now.” Roman said the words as you nodded and managed to gasp “All yours.. fuck roman.. fuck.. faster baby.”
He obliged and his grips on your hips tightened a lot, and you felt him starting to throb, you heard him groaning your name over and over and then he slid out. “Wanna see what you do to me?” he asked, you looked over your shoulder and watched as he stroked himself quickly and his cum flowed down and dripped onto your ass, warm and heavy. You moaned and he chuckled as he leaned down, wiping you down with a t shirt and asking you in a husky voice, “How about a shower and a snack.. then we’ll work on letting the floor above us know who’s in bed with you and fucking you?”
You grinned brightly as you slid off the bed and pulled yourself against him, raising to kiss his lips, mumbling against them, “I’d love that, Roman.”
