#like can you imagine??? because I can and i need it so fucking badly FUCKKK

[littleoddwriter]

desperately need The Batman Part II's main villain to be Roman Sionis/Black Mask, please. I'm on my hands and knees, begging for it

[forever-rogue]

From Prompt List Imagines 42 and 50 with Ben. Pleeease

42. “You make a sound and its game over.” & 50. “Shut up.”

It gets a lil rough - enjoy 😉

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You hated Ben Hardy.

At least that’s what you told everyone, including your large mutual circle of friends. And what you tried to convince yourself of. But the fact that you often yourself whimpering his name in the middle of night as you touched yourself suggested otherwise.

All right. You didn’t hate Ben Hardy. You wanted him. Badly. But you’d rather be dead than ever admit that to yourself.

It was an unspoken rule the two of you had: you didn’t like him and he didn’t like you. There was something about his pretty boy swagger, his facade of innocence and sweetness that rubbed you the wrong way.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t a jerk. But it was easier to say he was and therefore have a claim that you hated him. But, let’s be real: all you wanted was Ben between your legs, his mouth, his cock - everything.

You found yourself rummaging through Joe’s extensive liquor cabinet when you felt a pair of eyes boring into your back. You paused for a moment, contemplating between turning around or pretending you hadn’t heard him come in.

“Really, love? You’re just going to straight up ignore me?” his voice was silky smooth as ever, tinged with amusement. You remained frozen as you heard him walk over to you. He got dangerously close, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of his body and onto yours, “you at least usually force out a hello.”

“I’m not obligated to do anything,” you huffed, turning on your heel to find yourself face to face with him. There was a dangerous smirk etched on his handsome features and fired up the slight tingling between your legs. You bit your lip and tried to avoid looking in his eyes, “and last time I checked, you were the one who intruded on me.”

“Why do you hate me?” he asked gently, a soft expression, uncommon for how he normally looked at you, on his face.

“Shut up,” you rolled our eyes and put up your defenses. This was no time to go soft and give into his ways. You’d managed to avoid it for years, but boy, he was making it hard, “we just don’t like each other. Plain and simple.”

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered quietly, leaning in close so there was only a few inches between your bodies. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your face - sweet mint laced with the tiniest hint of alcohol. He studied you, awaiting a response but noticed your hesitation, “you’re beautiful, you know. And your personality isn’t all that shit when you’re not hating on me.”

“I-I don’t,” you stammered out as his lifted a gentle hand to your face and ghosted his fingers along the contours. He had figured out how to weaken you, to tear your walls down and it was working. You subconsciously squeezed your legs together, trying fight the wetness that was pooling in your panties, “hate you.”

“Oh?” he asked quietly, and you nodded and swallowed the large lump in your throat. He brushed his thumb over your lip, his other hand going to your waist. His fingers danced under the hem of your shirt, grazing slightly over the soft flesh, “do you want me like I want you?”

“Yes,” your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of his large, warm hands on your skin. This fucker had broken you down in a matter of minutes, doing so with effortless bravado.

“When you touch yourself do you pretend it’s me fucking you?” his eyes were dark with lust, pupils completely blown, almost none of the soft green visible. His lips were a few millimeters from yours and your whole body was buzzing with anticipation, “because I do. I think about those pretty lips wrapped my cock. How good my cock would feel inside that pussy. I’d love to find out…”

That was all it took before you closed the gap and crashing your lips onto his, feverishly kissing him. His hands gripped your waist tightly as you carded your hands around his neck and through his hair. A few moans escape your lips as he took control and started to along your jawline, working his way down your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin.

This was clearly not his first go around, and he somehow already knew all your sweet spots, the ones that made your knees buckle and moans fly off your lips. He smirked against your skin, one hand playing with the waistband of your leggings. You knew it was wrong, purely due to the fact that you were in the middle of Joe’s kitchen, where anyone could walk in at any moment. But you didn’t care, you were so caught up in how badly you wanted Ben, nothin else was on your mind.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he teased gently, putting a finger to your lips. You pouted at him, desperate for him to carry on, “be a good girl and stay quiet. You make a sound and it’s game over. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl?”

“Mhmm,” you murmured around his finger before opening your lips and sucking it, just to tease him. He was already incredibly hard and you could feel his erection pressed up against you.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groaned before kissing you again. You did your best to remain silent as he pulled down your leggings and panties, pushing them to your knees. You ran a finger through your wet folds, a smug smile on his face, “so wet. All for me?”

You were about to speak but you saw him raise his eyebrows in warning so you just nodded. You weren’t about to lose out on this.

“Good girl,” he whispered, letting the words linger, “take out my cock.”

You undid his jeans hastily and pulled his weeping cock out of his boxers. You marvelled at the sight - it was better than you could have imagined. And hard, so hard, all for you.

You pumped him a few times before getting ready to sink down on your knees to suck him off but he held you up and shook his head, “need to be inside you. Now.”

There was sense of begging and urgency in his voice that turned you on even more. Such a powerful man, brought to this point all because of you.

You guided him to your entrance, running the tip over your wet folds before lining him up. Ben took control and pushed himself into you, not stopping until he was completely buried inside you, a loud groan escaping his throat. He rested his head on your shoulder, amazed by how good it felt to be inside you. It was like you were made for him, and he wasn’t going to be able to last long. He had been dreaming of this moment for a long time now.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he pushed you against the counter and stated to thrust into you. It was slow at first, obviously he was trying to control and pace himself.

It quickly turned much needier and more sloppy as he thrust into you erratically. Low moans and whimpers fell past his lips as carried on, one hand moving to your clit, circling it just right. You squeezed your eyes shut at the pure feeling of bliss. His hand other hand travelled to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he roughly kissed your lips. He was so needy, but it was perfect. Even better than anything you could have dreamed of.

“That’s right baby girl,” he all but growled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He grunted slightly, nipping at your ear, “you feel so good around my cock, so tight.”

You pleaded with him silently to let you cum, and he seemed to understand as he increased his ministrations, the only sound in the room were he his moans an the slap of skin on skin.

“Cum for me,” he all but commanded as he felt your walls start to contract him. You threw back your head in ecstasy as you felt your release set in, vision getting hazy as he fucked you into oblivion. You felt his cock twitch, and that was all you needed to set you off, “that’s right baby girl, let go. Cum around my cock.”

Your mouth hung open in a silent moan of pleasure as you reached your high and he spilled inside of you, his hot cum coating your walls.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned as you rode our high, remaining inside you, “God, that was worth the wait. I guess you can be a good girl and listen without mouthing off.”

“Jesus Christ, Ben,” you finally said as he pulled out of you, “that was good, but you don’t have to be such a dick about it.”

“Ahh, I see you haven’t learned yet, he roughly grabbed your face, his lips near yours, "maybe I need to teach you some more. Show you how to be a good girl. You’d like that, huh?”

“Hmm,” you hummed as you nodded, imagining all of the things he’d do to you. And if his prior actions were any indication, you wanted to know what he could do.

“You’re coming with me,” he growled, zipping up his pants and pulling your leggings back on, admiring how his seed leaked out of you, “now.”

The swinging door to the kitchen sounded off and a smug looking Joe poked his head in, “next time you have sex in my kitchen either invite me or give me warning so I can grab a snack ahead of time.”

You and Ben exchanged glances before bursting out in laughter. Of course it was Joe that had caught you. It could have been worse though.

He grabbed your hand and hastily pulled you along with him - you had a lot to do and the night was young after all.

[reigningxo]

Injured Affection

REQUEST by LUCCEROMMA4403: I was wondering if you could write this for me. The reader and Roman are married and they’re both in WWE as wrestler. During a match the reader gets hurt and now she’s in bed rest to recover from a serious injury. When Roman came back, you get heated being around Roman and so the reader wants to make love and he’s very hesitant. But eventually he agrees and so the make love but he’s super gentle. And maybe they get a little rough?😏 I would appreciate if you could😋

Warnings: Smut, language (A/N): The thirst was real while I wrote this so it’s longer than expected, I mean , look at our Samoan God. Enjoy loves!

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‘’Mom, I’m fine,’’ I chuckled as I shifted my weight on the bed, careful not to hurt my right leg. I had to stay in bed the upcoming weeks, thanks to the match I had almost a month ago. Charlotte was talking crap about my husband, so you could figure I wasn’t going to let her get away with it just like that. Even though everyone backstage tried to stop me, I pushed all of them away and surprised Charlotte in the ring. I grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards, dragging her to the ground. She, of course, fought back by literally kicking my ass and whatever she had in store. At one point, I was laying on the ground and she jumped on my leg too hard, causing it to bruise badly. I cried it out at the top of my lungs but she kept going and going. Eventually, my husband and some referees came out, removing Charlotte away from my reach. I was really hurt and my only concern was to beat the hell out of her. My husband, at the other hand, carried me to the nursery backstage. I was secretly happy he did, because I couldn’t handle any more source of pain or pressure. The doctor said that I needed at least two months of rest, which annoyed the shit out of me, since I wanted to wrestle and do things. I mostly wanted to have some alone time with my husband, if you know what I mean, but that wasn’t really possible since my leg still hurts and him being overprotective.

‘’Was it really necessary to ran out there?’’ My mom asked concerned, sitting at the end of the bed, partly blocking my view from the TV that hung in the room.

‘’No one is talking about my husband that way.’’ I answered fiercely. ‘’I warned her before mom, but she loves to provoke things like this. Charlotte knows how much I hate it when someone talks bad about the people I love and she knows damn well that I will strike back ten times harder.’’ I felt myself getting frustrated again. ‘’She did this on purpose.’’

‘’It’s lovely to hear that you care so much about him, but next time, think before you act darling, look where this got you now.’’

‘’I know,’’ I sighed, ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you.’’

‘’Oh honey, don’t apologize for that. I just hope you get well soon so you can do what you love to do again.’’ My mom smiled and stood up. ‘’I have to go now hun, dad wants to take me out to dinner tonight so I have to get ready.’’

‘’Aw you guys make my heart warm,’’ I cupped my chest, ‘’have fun and greet dad for me.’’

‘’I will and thank you my little one.’’ She kissed my head and she left. Once I heard the door close, I wanted to change channel, but the remote control was at the end of the bed where my mom sat. She insisted on watching The Bold and The Beautiful since ‘things got heated’ between Steffy and Liam or whoever they were. I groaned loudly, throwing my head back on the pillows and closing my eyes. As I was about to think of a way to grab the remote, the bedroom door flew open. My eyes opened right away, seeing my husband standing in the doorway with his suitcases, hair being in a messy bun, wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants.

‘’Someone in this room missed me?’’ He smiled as bright as I did. I honestly didn’t care about my leg at that moment so I stood up, making Roman to drop all the bags he had in his hand to catch me. ‘’Jesus baby, what are you doing?’’ He asked concerned as he pulled me close to him. ‘’You shouldn’t be walking, you should be resting.’’ He chuckled. I nodded against his broad chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I missed every single thing about him; his smell, his laugh, his body, his kisses, literally everything.

‘’I missed you so much.’’

‘’I missed you too babygirl, a lot.’’ He said warmly. ‘’Now let’s get you back in bed.’’ Roman lifted me up bridal style, making me giggle. Slowly laying me down again. Luckily for me, I could move my leg better, but it still hurts with certain movements I made. ‘’How is my wife doing?’’ He asked as he crawled in bed next to me.

‘’You’re wife is sick of being in bed all day long.’’ I sighed.

‘’I can imagine that, but you heard what the doctor said, y/n.’’ He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it aside on the chair. ‘’You gotta rest for at least two months before you can do things again.’’

‘’I don’t care. I’m into other things than bedrest and watching TV all day long.’’  His right arm was wrapped around my waist, our skin touching after so long, making me crave him even more than before. I ran my fingers over his hand and slowly guided it downwards to my center.

‘’Y/n, what are you doing?’’ He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

‘’Providing us both with a source of pleasure,’’ I bit my lip, ‘’It’s been so long.’’

‘’I know, but I don’t want the risk of you getting hurt again, by me this time.’’ He said bothered.

‘’Roman please,’’ I moaned in his ear as I slid his hand down further, ‘’I need you so bad, I haven’t seen you, felt you for so long.’’

‘’I don’t wanna hurt you..’’ He trailed off as I slid his hand inside of my panties. ‘’Holy shit, baby’’ Looking at me, I felt his hand take back his own will, index finger circling my clit slowly. I moaned, throwing head back against his shoulder in immense pleasure. ‘’You sure you want this, once we continue this, there’s no stopping me.’’ He whispered in my ear. Nodding was the only thing I could do since my words failed me.

‘’I trust you.’’ I said, my hand sliding in front of his sweats to rub his shaft through the fabric. He was slowly getting harder by my touch, groaning lightly. ‘’That feels so…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he slid two fingers inside of me. ‘’Oh fuck Roman.’’

‘’You missed that baby?’’ He deeply said, making me shiver, ‘’You missed me touching you like this?’’ His fingers curled inside of me, waiting for a response since I didn’t answer him.

‘’Oh my god, yes Roman.’’ My grip on his arm tightened since I felt myself getting closer to reaching my peak.

‘’Let me taste you.’’ Pulling his fingers out of me, the emptiness making me whine. Once he slowly took off my panties, he carefully took my painful leg and placed it on his broad shoulder. I gave him a nod, letting him know I was okay. Placing soft kisses on my inner thigh, his lips felt like fire against my heated skin. I closed my eyes, waiting for what was coming. He licked all the way up from my center to my sensitive bundle of nerves. Instinctively I grabbed his hair, arching my back.

‘’Fuckkk.’’ I moaned loudly. His fingers finding their way back inside of me while he gently sucked my clit, circling it with his talented tongue. ‘’Jesus baby…Oh m-my g-goddd.’’ I shuddered beneath him. He hummed against me on purpose, sending vibrations over my pussy, feeling the effects throughout my whole body.

‘’You taste so fucking good y/n,’’ he murmured against me, ‘’you gonna cum for me?’’ Roman asked, never stopping pumping in and out of me with this fingers. The metal of his ring made contact with my center everytime he pushed back inside, the mixture of heat and cold sending me over the edge. ‘’Good girl.’’ He took one last lick of my pussy as he took a hold of my leg and slowly parted it with his hand as he kissed my stomach. I was given a moment to catch my breath and to get rid of his shirt I was wearing as Roman took off all his clothes. Once he was fully naked, towering over me, I took a moment to look at him. My husband is seriously a god. ‘’I’ll be gentle baby, don’t worry,’’ he smiled. I nodded, giving him a smile back. ‘’Just relax..’’ He whispered as he took a hold of his dick, wiping the pre cum away with his thumb. I grabbed his hand and sucked it off his digit, making him groan.

‘’Oh shit..’’ I cried out as he slowly pushed inside of me. The feeling of being stretched out again after so long is an indescribably pleasurable feeling. While giving me a moment to adjust to his thick and long dick, he kissed my neck. ‘’Roman…’’ I whimpered. He started to move slowly, gentle and careful thrusts.

‘’Does that feel good babe?’’ Roman grunted, careful not to hurt my leg. Somehow, the slight  pain of my leg and the pleasure, caused an amazing feeling.

‘’Harder,’’ I begged. I could feel he was holding himself back, ‘’I need you to go harder.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Caressing my cheek, he looked at me somewhat concerned. As I nodded, he wasted no time with picking up speed. ‘’You gotta tell me if I hurt you.’’ Roman breathed. His hand moved my sore leg further apart, gripping my hips as he thrusted rapidly in and out of me. ‘’I missed you so fucking much babygirl.’’

‘’I missed you too Roman, fuck!’’ I cried out of pleasure as he started to rub my clit. ‘’Oh yes, just like that, I’m gonna cum baby,’’ I felt him hitting my g-spot over and over again.

‘’Cum for me baby, haven’t felt you cum around my dick for so long, come on darling.’’

‘’Oh my fucking god, yes!’’ I screamed as my juices started to drip down his dick.

‘’Yeah babygirl, that’s it.’’ He chuckled. His thrusts became harsher, but sloppy, almost reaching his peak. Pieces of his hair started to fall out his bun, tickling my face.  I started to move my hips to push him deeper inside of me, helping him. ‘’Jesus, y/n,’’ he struggled to say, ‘’Oh baby, fuck.’’ Roman moaned, his left hand pinching my sensitive nipples. I felt the familiar heat in my abdomen, signing me that I was close to another orgasm. After a few thrusts, I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He kissed me sweetly as he pulled out. Just as I thought he was done, he pushed his fingers inside of me again, rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me cum for the second time. We were both breathless as we lied back down under the covers.

‘’Thank you,’’ I said, taking his hand in mine, ‘’I really needed this.’’

‘’I gotta ask Charlotte to talk more shit about me if this is what your injury leads to.’’ Roman chuckled.

‘’You better watch out with what you say Reigns,’’ my finger traced his cheek, looking in his eyes. ‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more babygirl,’’ He sweetly said, kissing me.