#roman reigns x chubby reader

[caramelcleopatraa]

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

another porn with a atom's amount of plot

word count: 1,500~

x: !this is not proofread! 😭 please disregard any mistakes <3 I came up with this idea before my current series "suit & tie", but I never got to finish it.... until now 😏 hopefully you guys enjoy this (not quick) quick thing I whipped up.

content: oral ( f receiving )

“Baby…”

“Yes?” Roman responds with curiosity in his eyes. You had been daydreaming about a specific situation. It was almost disturbing the flow of your daily life. Your husband was always up for trying new things. You've brought up ideas to him that have led to countless nights of exhilarating love making. You didn't know why you were so nervous to tell him something so simple. Perhaps it comes with your own matter of insecurities that stopped you from telling him your newly proposed idea. “Nevermind, sorry to bother you.” You turned your back to his desk to walk out of the double doors of your home office. Roman noticed your sudden change in energy and decided to chase after you. His hand gently, but firmly, latched onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Your back hit his sturdy torso and his hands interlaced with yours. “What’s going on? Y’know you can tell me.”

“U-uhm.. Uh…” Your heart was starting to race and your breathing became heavy. You tried to walk away from him, but you must have forgotten who you married. “Nuh uh, stay right here. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Aren’t you in the middle of some work?” 

“Work doesn’t matter when my wife needs me.” He tenderly kisses the side of your neck and his hands rest on your hips. A tactic he used to calm you down when you're nervous. Just as he was about to console you, you spoke up. “Can we try something tonight?” Romans eyes locked with yours and he already knew what you were insinuating. He took your hand and led you upstairs to your bedroom. All of his movements were slow, but sure and tender. All thoughts of work were left downstairs. His focus was on making sure he could make your fantasies come true tonight. He sat on your bed and held both of your hands in his. His thumbs worked over your soft skin as his chocolate eyes looked up at yours. “Alright. What fun things have you thought of to try today, princess?” 

“I don’t know how to say this so that it sounds normal.” You nervously laugh and he joins you in laughter. Still massaging your hands, he says “Well you know i'm not gonna judge you.” “Yeah, I know” You took a deep breath and gathered the courage you needed to say the next sentence that came out of your mouth. “I want to sit on your face. But I don't really know how it’s supposed to work. Like am I supposed to completely sit or ho-” Your body was suddenly caged by Roman’s arms as he pulled you on to the bed. It wasn't long until your lips connected, cutting off your nervous rambling. Your lips danced in an intimate fight for dominance against him, in which you lost. Pulling away from him, you were finally able to get a glimpse of him. His once gentle eyes were low and dark, and laced with lust. He let go of your body, allowing you to rest next to him. He scoots all the way back to the headboard and puts his head on a pillow. He motions you to come over to him and you crawl to meet him.

‘Sit.” He says. You look at him with a surprised look on your face. Again, his hands imitate a “come hither” motion. You slowly straddle his chest and move to hover above his face. His hands dig into your plush thighs as he admires your body from below.

“So umm.. Am I supposed to-”

“Sit on my face”

“Like fully sit?” The tone in your voice shifts to a more confused one.

“Yes mama”

“What if I'm too heavy and you can't breathe?”

“Mama, I wrestle grown ass men for a living. And I'll tap your thigh if I need some air.”

His lips kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. “Stop worrying so much. Be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” Soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his way up your thighs. His thumb creeped up to your aching clit, softly rubbing up and down while continuing to kiss and suck on your thighs. Your head tilted back as you held onto his wrists. You started to grind against his thumb, but Roman grabbed your hips and held them in place. 

“Uh-uh. On my face.” His grip loosened, but his hands landed on your thighs and pushed you down. His arms snaked around your thighs, making it impossible for you to escape if you tried. You didn’t have enough time to process what happened, but a long stripe on your cunt fogged your brain in the best possible way. Once his tongue reached your clit, he planted a tender kiss before sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. His hands massaged your thighs while he continued to work his magic. He rotated between teasing you with long stripes up your cunt and ruthlessly abusing your clit. 

Roman’s grip on your thighs still restricted much of your movement. You tried your hardest not to grind against his tongue, but the way he was eating you up made it damn near impossible. His hair laid sprawled out on the pillow below him. His right hand let go of your thigh and quickly slapped your ass, startling you and causing you to jump. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, loving the temporary sting on your ass. After a couple more slaps to your ass, his hand returned to its original place, hugging your thigh and holding you in place. His eyes would remain on you and momentarily close while he relished the taste of your pussy, and the loud slurping sounds he was making added on to your arousal. 

You finally succumbed and softly grinded on his tongue. A salacious moan from him vibrated your clit. In return, your moans started to get louder. You tilted your head down and locked eyes with your lover beneath you. You placed your hands on his while you continued to ride his face. You could see droplets of your juices running down his face. He gives you three taps on your thigh and you immediately rise off of his face with concern. He takes a couple of deep breaths while still keeping his hands on you. “I’m so sorry, did you not want me to do that? i’m sorry i got carried away-“

You take a moment to look at Roman. His beard is littered and decorated with your juices and he keeps eye contact with your pussy the entire time he wasn’t devouring you. “Just need a couple of breaths mama. That’s all,” He says, his eyes finally meeting your beautiful ones. The collective heavy breathing occupied the silence for a couple of seconds before you felt those same hands pulling you down to his mouth. “Don’t mean i’m done. C’mere, need to eat that pussy,” He says, before you’re forced to sit on what will be your new favorite seat. Your consistent babbles and whines only made him harder, making him eat your pussy like a starved man. He loves taking care of his baby. Whether that’s pounding you into the mattress or eating you out until you drench the sheets, it was his favorite thing ever. Seeing you lose your mind because of the things he does to you makes him so ecstatic. 

“Got me addicted to this pussy.” He knew that you loved it when he talked you through it. Every chance that he got, he was gonna talk his shit, and it never failed to make you weak. “aah- oohhh shiiiit daddy you finna- ffuuck make me cum.” He moans into your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips were moving nonstop and you couldn’t stop calling his name. You pried his fingers off of your thighs and intertwined his fingers with yours. His arms were still hugging your thighs in place, and yes, you had the headboard to hold if you lost balance. You wanted to hold him instead. “Ohh myy goddd, daddyy. I’m cummin,” You said, slurring your words due to your mind fogging orgasm. Your movements became uneven and Roman’s hold on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. You let out screams of bliss while Roman lapped up your release, while any remainders he missed landed in his beard. Roman’s hands roamed your lower body as low whines escaped your mouth. He pushed up your hips a little to plant loving kisses on your pussy. “How did I do?”

“Fuck, that was amazing,” You said between ragged breaths. Roman’s deep chuckle vibrated through your body, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You attempted to lay next to him but his hands dug into your skin, preventing you from moving.

“I’m still hungry mama.”

finished this while I was at work :p (so happy that I work at a family business or I would've never finished this today)

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[raya-hunter01]

WIP Wednesday-Bad Habit

Thank you @theninthwonder and @empressdedefor the tag. This is a one-shot I started but never finished.

“Roman!” I screamed, as his eyes twinkled with mischief, his smirk making me want to reach out and slap his ass, but he felt so fuckin’ good inside me.

“Yea, I’m here baby, daddy’s here,” he moaned as I clawed at his back whimpering beneath him as gripped my hips, bending my legs towards my head as he plunged deeper inside me.

“Baby!” I gasped at the new position as he growled against my lips.

“Uh, huh I got yo’ ass now,” his body trembling against mine as our lips found each other once again. "Let Daddy take care of you."

“Fuck! Ouuu wait,” I whimpered against his lips, gently pushing my hands against his stomach. His trust became more powerful as he swam deeply in my welcoming ocean.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ wait, move dem hands and take all this dick. Daddy, missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too!” I exclaimed unashamed as he reclaimed me. “Have you been givin’ him my pussy?” he questioned as I whimpered against him.

 “Nah, answer me, has he had my pussy?" Roman groaned snapping his hips, thrusting deeper inside me.  “Yes!” I whimpered, refusing to look at him.

 “Look at me Savannah,” he growled grasping my chin as our eyes met.

 “Tell Daddy you're sorry for givin’ away his pussy,” he groaned, grasping my hands, pinning them to the bed.

“I’m sorry Daddy, oh!” I cried, truly at his mercy.  “Good girl, Daddy forgives you,” he murmured against my lips. His strokes long, hard, and deep as I tightened around him.

  “Fuck! Yea, grip dat dick and don’t let go,” he groaned his thrusts becoming more wild as he released my hands.

On instinct, I entangled my fingers in his beautiful mane pulling him closer.

“Baby, I can’t let you go. I know what we said, but I can’t,” he growled grasping my throat, claiming my lips in a possessive kiss.

 “Me either, but I don't want to hurt him. We have to stop this," I moaned feeling overwhelmed, as we gave in to our desires.

“I don’t care about Carmelo; I care about us,” he panted as I clawed at his back, whimpering in pleasure.

"It's not right," I whimpered as he claimed my lips once again, silencing me.

 “You were mine first...You still mine." he declared hitting my G-spot over and over, as I silently prayed my legs wouldn't cramp up as my feet touched my head.

Each stroke was more powerful than the last as a low primal growl escaped Roman's lips. "I'm cummin!" I cried as he groaned in praise.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl," he moaned, claiming my lips one last time as we fell over the cliff of ecstasy together.

And just like that, I had fallen back into my bad habit…..

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[todouswife]

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-What I will not write , x white reader , rape , incest , gore , x sibling reader , NSFW , body fluids ,  bestiality , sa .

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[adampage]

#2 - Baron Corbin

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Requested: “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.” from this prompt list I made, requested by @smolsassynalilsmartassy

Word Count: 1,023

Warnings: it’s angsty and sad and nerve wracking sorry

Author’s Note: My first time writing Baron. tell me if I did a good pls. tag list at the bottom!! love y’all :)

I remembered the feeling in my stomach better than anything else. I couldn't remember what the night sky looked like, or how the neon lights danced through the curtains, or the sound of the people outside, waiting for a glimpse of my friends, him, late as it was. I couldn't remember any of it.

All I could remember was my stomach. The anguish. The anxiety. It felt like when you forget to eat, and that nausea has your stomach destroying itself from the inside.

I could remember nothing but that, and my world crashing down around me.

“Sweetie!” Baron exclaims, meeting me at the door. I have my key card; he hadn't opened the door for me, but here he is, obscuring my view of the room. It looks like he’s showered, a white hotel towel low around his waist, and I can feel the steam coming from the crack of the bathroom door.

I look up at him, smiling, giving him a peck on the cheek, though confused as to why he remains in my way as I walk in. “Hi, Baron, what’s up?”

“Nothing, sweet pea. I just, uh, didn’t expect you to be back so soon.” His hands wrap around my neck, stroking at my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. There’s something strange in them that I can’t comprehend. “How was your trip to that antique place?”

“Oh, it was so much fun, Baron.” I drop my bag of old goodies at his feet, eager to unwrap each and every one of the pieces I found to exhibit them. “Look, lemme show you all the cute things I got.”

As I rummage through the bag, searching for the adorable little snow globe of his hometown at Christmas, I feel something, a presence, behind me. I look up at Baron, his eyes staring at something behind me in terror.

And that’s when it begins - the nausea.

I don't want to know. I refuse to want to know. I swallow the bile rising in my throat, and dip my head back down to the bag. I make as much noise as I possibly can, blabbering to the point where it was annoying even me.

It’s at that point, once I’ve exhausted every conceivable tangent of conversation having to do with antiques, that Baron suggests we take a walk, get some fresh air.

“Some fresh air?” I repeat, confused.

“Yeah, sweet pea. Maybe even go down to the pool, get a little wet,” he proposes, “unless you don't want to.”

“N-n-no,” I stammer, the anxiety welling up inside me to the point where I find his suggestion for fresh air extremely helpful. “Let’s go take a walk.”

He finishes dressing, pulling on a black tank and basketball shorts and covering his still drying hair with his signature beanie. My heart is pounding, and the temptation to search every nook and cranny of the hotel room has me plotting how I’m going to get back in time to catch whoever is here, in mine and Baron’s hotel room. But I refuse to acknowledge the feeling.

He reaches for his keys off the coffee table, extending his other hand towards me, waiting expectantly.

I grab it, astounded at how clammy it is. He’s just showered, I think. It’s just moisture from the shower.

But it’s not. It’s the clammy hands of someone who has done something they shouldn't have. He closes the door behind us, trying his best to make conversation all the way to the elevator. And it’s such a long way, at that.

The elevator dings, and he lets go of my hand to push the button to the first floor.

Now or never, I think. I bite my lip, and make a mad dash through the doors of the elevator.

“Babe!” I can hear him yelling, but I’m faster, so much faster. “Babe, what are you doing?”

He’s too far away, and I’m right at the door. Quickly, I jimmy it with the keycard, not even realizing I'm holding my breath.

“[Y/N]!” She says in shock, eyes wide in fear. The last time I’d seen that look on her face, Nia had been coming towards in the ring, ready to destroy her.

She’s smaller than me. Shorter, I mean. I had a good four inches on her, but I wasn't about to let that stop me.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room, Alexa?” My voice is sharp as a dagger.

I know her, sort of. I’ve always been a fan of wrestling, so I’ve watched every Monday and Tuesday basically since birth. Meeting Baron and him being a wrestler was not a coincidence, but him falling for me was definitely one of the highlights of my life.

I should have known that it was going to be one of the lowest points of my life as well.

“I just - well - I -” she starts, but I cut her off.

“You what? What the fuck are you trying to say?”

Baron appears at my side, eyes wide in horror, and his arms reach to cover his face in embarrassment. “Fuck.”

Alexa keeps looking back at him, and I can't stop myself from looking back between them both. My heart is fucking decimated, but it’s not her fault. It’s his.

I turn on my heel, and walk away.

“Sweet pea…” I hear in a hushed voice behind me. I stop, my hands curled into fists at my sides.

“Don’t call me that ever again.”

“But, babe…”

“You heard me, asshole. Don’t call me that ever again. Better yet,” I say, holding up my index finger to poke it right at his chest, “don’t ever call me, period.”

I walk away without another word, and he lets me. It isn’t long before I reach the elevator, push the button, and watch the doors close on the part of my life that I love the most, and will now hate for the rest of my life.

Nausea. A burning in my stomach. Anguish.

That��s all I remember now.

The rest of it is dead to me.

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[roman-reigns-princess]

Pain and Pleasure (Reader x Roman Reigns smutfic)

Part 2 of 2

Part 1 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, NSFW(obviously), Dom!Reigns, Daddy kink to the max, (slight?) pain kink, choking, this half is shorter but still like nearly 1900 words of smut, unprotected sex (dont do this, STDs are real, so are kids), there’s probably grammar mistakes but I write at like 3am usually so pls ignore them, lowkey turned out a lil freakier than I’d originally planned (but not too freaky? idk my perception of freaky has been warped too much)

Word count: 1900

A/N: I’m sorry I took so long with this, I’m a slow writer lmao. Please leave constructive feedback and let me know how yall liked it!

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 Roman, finally deciding he had had as much of you as he could, kissed his way back up so that his body was once again between your legs as he towered over you. You stared at the tattoo on his chest as you tried to calm your breathing.

“Are you happy now? Had enough?” He asked, you nodded, blushing a little you avoided his gaze, knowing you’d acted kind of childish to get your way, as you kept your eyes focused on steady rise and fall of his massive chest. In doing so, you missed the dangerous glint in his eyes right before he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so that you had to meet his eyes as he leaned in. “And what are you supposed to say?”

“T-thank you, Daddy,” you stuttered, staring up at him wide eyed.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he let go of your hair, and flipped you onto your stomach. You squirmed beneath him as you felt his cock pressing against your entrance, not that you could escape from the 265 pounds of muscle pinning you down even if you wanted to. “You remember your safe word, right?”

You nodded in response. Raising your hips to push against him, you earned a dangerously low growl from him.

“I hope you’re ready, Princess, cause Daddy’s in the mood to fuck you into the bed,” he said with a husky voice that sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could reply he pushed his length into you. You felt him nearly bottom out with the first thrust even with a couple of inches left unsheathed. Gasping, you bit your lip to keep from whining; you arched your back as your body slowly adjusted to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, his cock always made you feel like it was going to fuck all the other organs out of your body.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, babygirl,” he moaned, burying his face in your hair as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again, this time going a little deeper. “Such a good girl, just for Daddy.”

Whimpering, you gripped the pillow you head rested on; you could feel every inch of him, stretching and pushing against your walls. He grabbed your left leg and pushed it up so that he could go deeper; with a third thrust you felt his hips flush against your ass meaning he finally managed to push his cock all the way in. You tried not to wince as you felt it pressing up against your cervix; the pain only increasing your pleasure.

His free hand gripped the back of your neck to hold you down as he started to pump in and out of you, each thrust harder and rougher than the last. You cried out as every vein and ridge of his cock ignited your nerves, sending waves of ecstasy through you, a third orgasm building up quicker than you were ready for.

“Daddy, it hurts,” you mewled as each snap of his hips against you brought you closer to the edge.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it, Princess?” He taunted, slowing for a second as you mumbled a response before burying your face in the pillow so he wouldn’t see it turning red. His hand wrapped around your throat and made you look up at him. “What was that?”

“Please fuck me harder,” you moaned, your face turning redder when he chuckled. He let go of your throat and slid his hand down your spine till it was pressing down on the middle of your back, making your ass arch up into him even more. You shivered as you felt his breath on the back of your neck.

“Be careful what you ask for, Princess,” was his only warning before he rammed his hips hard enough against you that the entire bed slammed against the wall. You screamed more in surprise than anything else, but your screams soon turned to loud moans as Roman kept up his violent pace.

Wanting to be considerate to anyone sleeping in other rooms, you buried your face in the pillow again, trying to muffle the moans that his cock was practically forcing out of you. Roman, however, didn’t bother trying to keep quiet as his groans, along with the banging of the bed frame against the wall, filled the room. You braced one hand against the headboard so that you wouldn’t knock into it, your other hand still fisted in the sheets.

“Are you going to come for me, Princess? You wanna come all over Daddy’s cock?” He grunted, his hair tickling the back of your neck as he leaned in to bite down on the unmarked side of your throat. You moaned and nodded vigorously into the pillow, the pressure between your legs reaching its peak as his hips continued to grind into you; his hand slid around your body to tease your nipples. “Look at you, face down, ass up, taking Daddy’s big cock like the good little pain slut you are.”

“Ah FUCK, D-daddy, feels so good, fuck, I’m c-coming,” you screamed, tightening around his cock, almost painfully, amplifying your orgasm as he continued his assault on your womb. He moaned into your neck, his hips still moving against you so that you could ride out that almost mind shattering orgasm.

He finally began to slow down when he felt you go limp against him; your body felt like it was short-circuiting as it shook from the aftermath.

You lay beneath him, panting, exhausted, and unable to stop yourself from whimpering with relief when he slowly pulled out, making him chuckle in return. If you had had enough energy you would’ve lifted your head to glare at him.

You were like a rag doll in his arms, completely at his mercy, as he turned you over onto your back. Unfortunately for you he wasn’t exactly in a merciful mood. You groaned in protest as he pushed your legs apart yet again, hooking them over his forearms as he planted his hands on either side of you. Your arms betrayed you, wrapping themselves around his neck to pull him closer as he slipped back into you. His thrusts were slower this time, but just as intense as his cock continued to rub against your g-spot.

“Mmmm, babygirl, I can’t believe your little pussy is still squeezing Daddy’s cock so good, even after Daddy’s practically fucked you in half,” Roman growled out the last bit as you dug your nails into his shoulders, small gasps and moans slipping past your lips.

“Daddy, I’m too tired, I don’t think I can-” he cut you off by wrapping his right hand over the lower half of your face, forcing you left leg up onto his tattooed shoulder. You whimpered into his rough, calloused hand, staring up at him with lust-filled pleading eyes, as the new angle allowed his cock to push up against your cervix once again while your sensitive clit was being stimulated by his lower pelvis rubbing against it. You let your hands fall from his shoulders, one gripping at the sheets while your other hand toyed with one of your erect nipples.

“Shhhh, don’t try to think, Princess; that’s what’s tiring you out. Little girls like you weren’t made to think; you were made to moan, and whimper, and come on Daddy’s cock like a good girl until he’s done using you,” he said in his low, rough voice; a cocky smirk stretched across his lips as you moaned at his words, your eyes rolling back. He moved his large hand so that it was wrapped around your throat again; this time he squeezed harder knowing that was one way to make you come, no matter how tired you were. “You love being Daddy’s little fucktoy, don’t you? You love it when Daddy controls your breathing with a hand around your neck? You love it when Daddy uses you and fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you?”

You tried to choke out a reply but his hand tightened around your throat, making you toes curl in pleasure. Your body trembled in his arms, the overstimulation of your senses, combined with his voice, words, and the hand choking you was almost too much for you to handle; the familiar ache between your thighs almost unbearable.

He flipped his hair to the side so that it wouldn’t fall on your face as he leaned down to press a rough kiss against your lips. His moans caressed your lips as his thrusts started to get quicker meaning he was going to come soon.

“Fuck, babygirl, think you can come for Daddy one more time? You feel so good, I’m so close, where do you want me to come? Want me to come in your little pussy?” He growled, his words slurring together with urgency. You nodded back the best you could, gasping for air as he let go of you to plant his hand back on the bed, allowing your left leg to drape over his forearm again. “Beg for it, Princess.”

“Ah, fuck, please, Daddy,” you panted, struggling to form words as he almost literally fucked your brains out.

“Come on, babygirl, I know you can do better,” he moaned into your neck, you found his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise so that he could pull you onto his cock while he thrust into you, practically driving the air out of your lungs; you could feel him smirk against you throat as he knew this only made it harder for you to speak

“Oh g-god, please come in me, Daddy, pleasepleaseplease,” you squealed desperately, leaning up to bite into the sensitive skin you’d marked earlier that night, eliciting a primal groan from him as you felt his cock twitch. Letting you head fall back on the pillow, you dug your nails into his chest; you smirked when you heard him curse, his thrusts becoming irregular.

The triumph was cut short when Roman sank his teeth into your shoulder, letting out a guttural moan that nearly drowned out your cries. Growling your name, he thrust into you one last time, pulling you against his hips, his body shuddering against yours as he came deep in you; the feeling of being filled with his hot cum was too much for you, sending you over the edge once again as you came around his cock, arching into him, your eyes screwed shut, moaning his name over and over like a broken record.

Roman slowly released your waist, and let your legs down. He pulled away, sitting up to gently roll you onto your side so he could cuddle you. You snuggled into his arms with a content sigh as he nuzzled the crook of your neck in a comforting way.

“Are you okay, babygirl? Was it too much? Did I hurt you bad?” He asked, concern lacing his voice; your eyes fluttered open as you turned your head to give him a lazy kiss.

“I’m alright, it was great,” you reassured him, laying your head back on the pillow, barely keeping your eyes open. “Though I’m probably going to have to wear like at least three scarves to work tomorrow, or the girls will tease the fuck outta me.”

“They probably will anyways,” he laughed, his chest rumbling against your back.

You chuckled in response as you tried your best to stay awake, but Roman continued his nuzzling, and you drifted off into a well deserved, restful sleep.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Against A Wall

Roman Reigns x Reader ! 600+ words ! Day 2

x: I was rushing this because I had a dance performance today, so I'm sorry if it is not as good as you expect to to be :(

You regretted it. Well, maybe not regretted. More like… you didn’t know what the outcome of your recent temper tantrum would be. 2 hours ago, he promised to sit down with you to continue the show you two were binging. And those two hours passed by with him still being on the phone, laughing out loud with his hand over his stomach, whispering, “I'll be right there, give me a second.” 

You know damn well if you did that to him, he would catch an attitude. So it only seemed fair that you caught a tiny attitude. And it was deserved. You should've started the show without him, but you weren't that cruel. So he would just have to deal with your attitude for the rest of the night. But you didn’t know he already knew how to deal with you and your attitude.

How? 

Well against the wall of course.

Your back is against the wall with Roman’s hands holding you against him creating a tight cage around you, preventing you from wiggling around. Not like you could anyway when your legs are on his shoulders. You could’ve swore your body went limp when he threw you onto the bed, bringing your knees to your ears, and hoisting you in the air.

“What happened mama, you had such an attitude before? Can’t have one when I fold you in half, huh?”

Your response was a sharp glare and scratching his shoulders, still trying to mouth off so he could understand that your annoyance is justified. “You better not go silent on me.” He swiftly slaps your ass, swallowing a moan. He hums at your response, kissing your temples and leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

“You still not gon’ talk to me?” 

“Not when you made me wait for two hours!” Roman grunts, deepening his thrusts. Those addicting thrusts that would knock the wind out of you. “I’m sorry baby, you know I didn't mean to.” You moan out loud upon hearing him apologize. His teasing tone didn’t soak through his words. Sincerely apologizing to you while rendering you unable to walk for the next two hours.

“Ro- F-fuck!”

“You forgive me baby?”

“Yes,” you moan out, keeping eye contact with him while he’s rearranging your guts. “Lemme hear you say it again.” You nod frantically, letting your nails dig into his shoulders. You’re singing a mix of “yes” and “roman” like an ancient tribal mantra. “How could I have forgotten about you sweetheart?This pissy’s too fucking good.” His words are slurred, closing his eyes and letting himself fall in love with the feeling of you around his cock. You could feel his balls slapping against your ass and his dick kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your shameful moans could be heard in every corner of the house, keening out in pleasure that continued to build.

Your bodies were coated in sweat that made you both glow. His adonis-like structure that collided with your curvaceous body was a sight to see. How he squeezed and palmed at your ass and how your nails kept digging into his shoulders, arms, and back. How his abs flexed and your titties and ass ricocheted after every thrust had you both feening for more.

“Ohmygod bae- it's too much, I’m cummin!” You warn him, but she shows no sign of stopping. Letting your essence coat his dick and drip down his leg, hastily fucking you through your orgasm as his was creeping up on him “Mmm, i’m about to nut in this pussy.”

He pummels up into you for the last few times and releases deep into you. His guttural moans rang throughout your entire body, curling your toes as continues to fill you up. Your right hand feels down his chest, feeling his soft skin and his chest inflate and concave.

“Better?”

You look over his shoulder, scoffing and rolling your eyes. “Yeah, Yeah, Whatever.” He chuckles and showers you in kisses, still holding you close to him. “Let's get back to our show, yeah?”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

TEAR IT UP

word count: 1.4k

x: took me a couple of days to finish this. excuse any errors you see. hope you guys enjoy this <3 please comment... I love comments.

content: Roman Reigns x Aahliyah, 18+ MDNI, creampie, doggy, missionary, dirty talk

His thrusts were strong enough to knock the wind out of her. And they were, making her lose her mind in the best possible way. The fresh crescents that formed on his wrist from her fingernails were fresh as she clinged onto him to dear life. She was already dripping before he even touched her, so she couldn’t imagine the mess that she was making. Not that she would be thinking about that right now. Not when he’s in her ear saying all of her favorite things, knowing the effect he has on her. “Damn, you’re taking daddy’s dick so good.” With her face pressed into the pillows, she couldn’t see his face, but she already knew that he was wearing that smug smile, confident in his ability to give her good dick. And he always delivered. He was in complete control, moving and maneuvering her however he wanted. “Talk to me baby, let me hear you.” He couldn’t possibly expect her to talk back right now, especially when she’s face down ass up with her hands held behind her back. She stares at the empty wall, focusing on nothing but how good he is dicking her down. “I- umm- I- oh fuckk daddyy.” He chuckles to himself and replies, “I can’t hear you, do I need to slow down?”

Her eyes rolled as he milked out his thrusts, teasing her in the most agonizing way. “Noo, daddy pleasee!” He lets her hands go, but she keeps her hands in the same spot, while his hands palm her ass. Feeling him knead at her ass greedily made her wetter. “Please what?” The harsh spank that he gave her made jump, and momentarily brought her out of her haze. “Please keep going. Make me cum, I want it so bad.” Roman’s large hands left her ass, while he slid out of her, making his way to sit beside her. “Come ride this dick.” Without hesitation, she straddles his thick thighs and stabilizes herself by holding onto his shoulders. She let herself have a little fun, dragging his tip up and down her folds. His ragged breaths let her know that he was enjoying this. But those ragged breaths would become loud grunts as she slowly lowered her hips, taking all of him. He filled her up so well, and she was addicted to that feeling. Of course she was addicted. Sinking down onto him felt like heaven each time. His wandering hands grabbed her ass while her hips parted from his thighs to sink down onto him again. And again, and again, and again.

“Bounce on that dick Aahliyah. Get that nut baby.”

That was all she needed to hear. 

Her hands trailed from his shoulders to his chest, pushing him down on the bed. She started to grind her hips, biting her lip at how good he felt. The long vertical mirror displayed both of them, entangled in each other. He took occasional glances at the mirror to see her ass slam down against his legs. Her juicy titties and fat ass were his to play with, and he didn't waste a second to give either of them attention. His warm tongue swirls around her nipple, emitting soft deep moans that make her go crazy. “Daddy, I need you,” she pleads, now grinding slowly on his rock hard length. He loved hearing her ask and beg. Her soft voice pleading never failed to make him hard. “What do you need daddy to do?” She whines, knowing that he knew what she wanted. “I need you to tear this pussy up daddy,” She says, staring at his beautiful chocolate eyes. His strong arms wrap around her body, leaving no space between them. He planted his feet on the bed and wasted no time pistoning his length into her. She could only scream and shake at how good he was fucking her. She couldn't escape the cage formed around her torso. She could only lay there and take it.

“This what you wanted, huh?” She tangled her hands in his hair, babbling small yesses. “Ahh shit, I'm finna cum daddy.”She was so high off pleasure. She was sure she was shattering his eardrums with how loud she was screaming. “Mhm, Get that nut mama. Get it.” His voice was everything she needed to tip her over the edge. She hid in the crook of his neck, still grabbing at his wavy black hair. His hands reunite with her ass again, harshly grabbing at her cheeks and fucking her deeper. Her eyes roll from the mind melting orgasm. His hips slow down, allowing her to come down from her high, but they were nowhere near done. He swiftly flipped her over, swapping places. She was fucked out, fresh off of an orgasm and recovering, but he was ready to dive back into her again. 

“You okay?” She propped herself on her elbows, chest still heaving. “Yeah, that dick is too good.” He chuckles and stands on his knees, positioning himself in between her legs. “I’m glad you like it, ‘cause I'm not done.” She never wanted him to be done. Even when she’s fucked out like she is now, she always wanted that dick. “Looks like I got you hooked.”

He strokes himself a few times and aligns himself with her slit. “I don’t play bout my pussy.” She chuckles this time, amused at his response. “Prove it then. Prove you don’t play about this pussy.”

His tell-tale smirk let her know that her wish will be granted. Her legs that rested on the bed were swiftly hoisted into the air. “Hold them.” She obeyed his command and held her legs down, knees grazing the shell of her ear. She loved provoking him. She was a mouthy one, and he loved shutting her up. She tightened the grip on her legs as he entered her. Roman trained her to take his dick. Night after night after night, fucking her senseless until she became a pro. 

He had a perfect view of her. Legs held back and out of the way, pussy on display, and that lust filled stare. His thumb works lazy circles into her clit, his dick halfway submerged in her cunt. “Please move,” She whispers needily. “Be patient ma.” Before she can whine, he lets a string of spit slowly drip on his dick. She moaned at the sight, with a stronger urge for him to move his hips. He shoves the remaining inches inside of her, making her mouth form the letter O. He remained deep inside of her for a few seconds before pulling out completely and slamming back into her. He crawled to meet her and finally gave her what she asked, jackhammering himself inside of her. He observed her expressions as he beat her pussy up. Every moan was fuel for him to keep going. “Ughh, keep fucking this pussy Daddyy, don’t stop.” Her grip on her legs loosened as she melted into the bed. “Don’t make me have to hold your legs in place,” Roman growled in her ear, making her whimper and flimsy grab at her legs to keep them in place. The sinful squelches and smacks of their hips meeting acted as background music, and she was the main vocalist. Her eyes scanned up and down his flawless frame. She had a picture perfect view of him plowing into her. And his loud grunts and groans were only bringing her closer to her orgasm. 

“Mhm, take all this dick, baby.” He knew she was close. The way that she was clenching onto him everytime he pulled out confirmed that for him. “Damn daddyy, you finna make me cum.” He chuckled to himself. He could unravel her so fast, and he left her asking for more. “Go ‘head. Cum all over this dick.” She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back while she lost all control. A ring of her cum formed around the base of his cock. Roman used his right hand to lightly squeeze her throat. He was close too. His pace was slower now, but deep, overstimulating Aahliyah. His face contorted in pleasure, relishing in her wetness. “Damn girl, I'm finna come all up in this pussy. Fuck, this pussy feels so good.” He gave her a few powerful thrusts before coming deep inside of her. They moaned in unison at the feeling of the warm liquid coating her walls. They were both glowing, entranced by the intense wave of pleasure flowing through their bodies. She let go of her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck and enveloped in a passionate kiss. He pulled away panting, staring deep into her eyes.

“I told you daddy doesn't play about his pussy.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

CAUGHT IN 4K

word count: 3.3k

x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.

content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e

Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.

“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.

‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’

“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”

‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’

“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”

‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’

“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”

“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions. 

“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.

“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’

“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.

11:27 pm

Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’

Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’

“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never. 

“Fuck me.”

“...what?”

“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?” 

‘...did he say what I think he just said?’

Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”

‘Shit he’s not joking.’

She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”

“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”

He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it. 

Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out. 

“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.

They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”

She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better. 

Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again. 

She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty. 

“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.” 

She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right. 

She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure. 

His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation. 

She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”

“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words. 

“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything. 

His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his. 

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long. 

“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.

Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other. 

His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.

“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”

Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”

If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

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[caramelcleopatraa]

After Date Night

literally porn with no plot

word count: 1,200~

x: a drabble idea that technically became a one shot with how long it is 😭. Have my first final tomorrow, so I stayed up to get this done. Excuse any errors you see.

content: 18+, husband and wife, mirror sex, standing doggy, mating press, breeding, dirty talk, reader has heels on

Your ankles buckled in your heels as you begin to lose your balance. A strong pair of hands hold your arms straight behind you. Your vanity fell slave to the rhythm that Roman was setting. He used the mirror in front of you to his advantage and stared into your eyes while rutting into you from behind. Your mouth fell into an “o” while Roman bit his lip, his muffled groans adding to the tension in the air. The makeup you wore for date night had been smudged and manipulated. Your clothes were discarded and scattered across the floor, long forgotten. Roman’s grip around your wrists tighten as he pulls you closer to him. Of course, words always fail you in times like this. You didn’t really care though. With the position that you were in and the pair of eyes that were staring at you, putting together coherent sentences were the last damn thing on your mind. 

Roman lets go of your wrists, planting them on the vanity and interrupting your train of thought. He turns you around to face him and bends down to kiss you. Well…. that's what you thought he was gonna do. He traces the outside of your arms and wraps them around his neck. His hands grabbed at the back of your plush thighs and picked you up. You let out a surprised yelp and he responds with a chuckle. He carries you from the vanity to your shared California king sized bed. He gently lays you on the bed and his frame cages you in, leaving you no way to escape. Not that you wanted to anyway. The small laughs that erupt from you both compliment the comfortable silence. Anyone watching could've swore that smiles never left either of your faces. 

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and rises to his knees. Your nails drag over his chest with a playful pout on your face. “Where are you going?”, you say seductively. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart”, His large hands massage up and down your tummy as you melt from just his touch. You hum contently, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Your man knew how to treat you right. He reached for your legs and put them on his shoulders. He tenderly kisses your calf, keeping eye contact with you. Seeing Roman with your legs on his shoulders was always one of your favorite views. “You want me to keep them on?”, you point to the heels you were wearing. He starts to lower towards you “Mhm, you look sexy with them on.” He ends his sentence with a kiss, while quietly slipping his length past her folds, trapping your gasp in the kiss. His thrusts are slow, but deep. He loves seeing the faces and the sounds you make while he fucks you. Seeing your face contort while your juices soak his dick. Of course, it always gives him an ego boost, but he genuinely loved making you feel good. Getting you over the edge was always his mission, and he’s never failed. 

“Please go faster daddy.”, you begged him, unknowingly giving him that siren stare he could never resist. Just as he was about to give you what you wanted, the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk. ‘Ah shit, what is he about to do?’. He climbed off the bed and stood at the edge. He grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Just when you were about to speak, your thighs met your stomach, and your feet were back in the air. He propped one leg on the bed while the other leg stayed on the ground. His dick plunged into your wetness, and wasted no time in fulfilling your request. Your hands held the back of your thighs as he began to fuck you again. His hand rests on your thigh and his other arm hangs behind him. Your head falls back onto the mattress as you try to silence yourself. His hand trails up your body and slowly wraps around your neck to get your attention. “Eyes on me while i fuck this pretty pussy.” You gave up on holding your thighs in place and grab onto his wrists, digging crescents into his skin. He always knew the right thing to say to make you cum. 

Your moans were short, but loud, mixed with desperate whines and pants. You attempt to push him away by his chest, trying not to cum quickly, making him slap your hand away.  “Where you going baby?” He says sternly, slapping the inside of your thigh. You moan in response to his slap. “Why you runnin’ hmm? Relax baby.” You couldn't resist him anymore. Your arms fell to either side of you as you let the pleasure take over. His grunts and moans made you even wetter, if that were even possible. You could have swore you were losing your mind. Your juices coated his dick so nicely. The sight of him jackhammering into you and his hands around your neck was already enough to make you cum. His demanding and stern tone made your pussy drip, fuckin up your sheets. 

The heat creeping up on you was impossible to ignore, and he could see that you were about to cum. His pace slowed and gave you those delicious deep strokes that you loved. Your short moans turned into long cries, repeatedly calling his name. “ Ohh- fuuucck daddy pleasee.” You begged him, needy and breathless. You needed to cum. You were well aware that he likes to take his time, but goddamn, you were getting dangerously close. “Please what?” “Please let me cum daaddyy~ i need it.” He reaches down to kiss you, and breathes against your lips, “Give it to me, let daddy feel it.” Your core tightens and your legs begin to shake against his shoulders. A ring of your cum forms around the base of his cock. Roman lets go of your neck and rubs your clit with his thumb. Romans thrusts become out of sync. Your pussy was clenching around him, sucking him back in. 

His chest is rising up and down from his heavy breathing, and your pleading moans edged him closer. “God damn mama, you gon’ make daddy cum if you keep that up.” He whispers, but you can hear him clearly. Your hands follow the outline of his arms and you hold his face close to yours. “Cum for me daddy- fuckk. Please cum for me.” Your body jerked from his harsh thrusts. His eyes close and his head fits perfectly into the crook of your neck. You took this as the perfect opportunity to push him over the edge “Cum in me, daddy.” His hips snapped into you as he filled you up. You could feel his body tense against you as his deep moans filled your ear. His hips followed a counterclockwise rotation, using slow grinds to milk out all his cum into you. He peppered kisses against his neck as he came down from his high. A trail of ticklish kisses on your jaw makes you giggle as he finally connects his lips with yours. He playfully bites at your bottom lip before standing up straight and putting your legs down on the mattress. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.” He smirks, trying his very best to irritate you. You grab a pillow near you and chuck it at his head “Fuck you,” you stick your tongue out while giving him the middle finger. “Ohh, you just did sweetheart.” You let out a frustrated groan and you sink into the comfort of the mattress. This guy.

It's currently 3:06 AM.... I'm tired, I'm going to bed 😭. Thank you guys so much for the support on my other pics!! once I get past finals, I'll be able to breathe y'all :(

3:09 - might come back to edit mistakes low-key.....

~ your hippie author

tags :) @harmshake

[caramelcleopatraa]

MEET AND GREET

word count: 1.3k

x: my belated post for my favorite birthday boy <3 whipped this one up in a couple of hours. hopefully you enjoy! please comment..... I love comments. btw, Elijah is your son and this story takes place on may 24th :)

content: suggestive themes, fluff, meet and greet scenario, reader is a mom

Elijah could barely sit still on the way to your destination. You had never seen him so excited other than the time you took off work to take him to Crown Jewel. Or the few times you gifted him Roman Reigns T-Shirts. He wore his favorite today in particular, coated with “Greatness On A Different Level” on the front in white with “MODE” at the bottom in bright red lettering. It should be no surprise that he’s such a fan since Roman’s your favorite wrestler as well. You were dressed in black sweatpants, crisp white air forces, and a “Levels Above” black hoodie. Your favorite hoodie. You would have dressed in a regular black shirt, but Elijah begged you to wear your merch as well. So here you guys were, pulling into the vast parking lot with a good amount of cars scattered everywhere. 

“Alright we’re here. Get your stuff ready to get out of the car.”

“Ok!” Elijah shifts around in his seat restlessly while you back the car into a parking spot near the entrance. Seeing him so excited made you happier than ever. Putting in extra hours at work to make this meet and greet was definitely going to be worth it.

After going through security, they directed you two to an empty room with many chairs and a background for pictures, assumingly. “Mom! It’s gonna happen! It’s gonna happen!” You couldn't help but laugh at him. He was looking at every door, waiting for Roman to walk in at any moment. You give him a couple of head pats, making sure not to mess up his new twists. “Relax Eli, it's supposed to be a surprise when he comes in, just talk to me for now.” He huffs and relaxes into the seat, wearing the most adorable pout. “I see you're excited,” You say, checking the time on your phone. 1:58. Two more minutes until he comes in. “I’m super excited! I’m gonna get him to acknowledge me!” He has a smug smirk on his face, puffing out his chest and pointing his thumb at himself. “Hah, suuure you are,” You say, looking at all of the doors around the room. Oh God. You were nervous.

“Hey! You said not to look at the doors, you’re cheating.” You sigh, feeling your heartbeat speed up. “Sorry Eli, just wanted to scope out all of the exits-” The double doors in front of you loudly open, letting in a large gust of warm air into the cold room. A man walks in the room, making Elijah jump to his feet. His “Greatness Amongst You “ hoodie and commanding aura.

Roman Reigns

Elijah jumps up and down with the widest smile on his face. Roman reaches his hand out and says, “How are you doing little man?” Eli’s hands fit in his like puzzle pieces. He was in his own world with his favorite wrestler. Talking and rambling about any and everything that came to mind, and Roman answered with jubilation. Discussing Roman’s career. Talking about shared interests. Giving Elijah warm words of advice. You knew he wasn't going to forget this. 

They took a couple of pictures together, and you turned around to return to your seat with a serene smile. “Mama! Come take pictures with us,” he called out, making you turn back around. “You sure?” He nods frantically and introduces you to Roman.

“This is my mama.” Roman nods and looks at you, holding his hand out towards you. “Hello mama.” Your eyes go wide, laughing nervously at the nickname and shaking his waiting hand. “Hello Roman,” You say standing next to him while Elijah prepares his pose for the picture. A sudden weight around your waist pulls you closer to Roman, touching shoulder to shoulder. He had slid his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The beat of your heart was so loud, and your body became hot. Even though you were both in hoodies, you were sure he could feel the heat radiating from you. His hand felt so nice on your waist. Strong, but gentle. He gave you room to adjust, but you weren't getting away from him in this picture. The photographer counts down several times, taking several pictures in several different angles and poses. When his camera went down, Roman’s arm left as well, the space around your waist replaced with emptiness.

“I like your hoodie,” Roman says, motioning to your hoodie. You notice his joke fairly quickly and laugh. “Ha ha very funny. Of course you would like your own hoodie.” Elijah taps Roman and motions him to get down to his level to whisper something to him. You stuff your hands in the hoodie pockets, your hands feeling ice cold compared to the rest of your body. Roman comes back up with an amused look on his face. His eyes scan you up and down, tilting his head and taking his time to look at every part of you. His eyes gravitate back to your face, taking in your beautiful facial features. You look down at Elijah and he has a mischievous smile on his face. Oh no. “Elijah just told me you are a fan too, huh?” You smile and look around the room to avoid eye contact, swaying from side to side. “Maybe.”

“Well we gotta take some pictures mama,” He says. “Do you have your phone on you?” You nod and pull your phone out of your side pocket and open the camera app. He takes a few selfies of himself, clicks a few buttons, and writes something on your phone. It takes him a minute, but after that, he raises your phone high, capturing you and him in frame. You keep your distance, throwing up a peace sign and your signature kissy lips. But he doesn't take the picture. He smirks at you through the camera and says, “Come closer mama, I don't bite.” You step up to stand right next to him, and he whispers ever so faintly, “There you go,” before taking several pictures.

He puts his arm down and hands you your phone back. “How long have you been a fan?” “About four years.” He smiles at you and grabs your hand. “Thank you, for your support, beautiful.” You look at your hands held by him as you get flustered. “D-don't mention it.”

The same double doors open again, and a woman comes in that you recognize. Oh, right. You had scheduled a tour for him to see backstage before showtime. “Elijah, your tour is ready,” the woman states, waving at him and shaking his hand. He looks for you and waves at you and you wave back, watching him leave the room with that permanent excited smile. “Can I take you somewhere?” You look at Roman, still holding onto your right hand. You look at him in question.

“Where are you taking me?” 

“To my dressing room.” ‘His dressing room???’

“You see, my birthday is tomorrow,” He says, walking you out of the cold room, guiding you with your hand in his around the crowded backstage area. “Oh, happy early birthday then.”

“Thank you sweetheart, but I'm gonna need more than that.” He lets your hand go and knocks on a brown door. No response. You looked at the door closer to see the name on the door in a white, bold font. Roman Reigns. He opens the door and faces you and says something you didn't expect.

“I want you to be my early birthday present, and I want to unwrap my present right now.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

could you one where roman fingers his girl hardly till shes begging him to stop but he wont and he has a mission to make her squirt over and over again?

20 minutes. 20 dreadful minutes of him teasing her. She already knows that pleading won’t help. Roman always gets what he wants in the end. Her eyes are tightly shut and her hands are cramping due to how tight she’s clutching onto the sheets. And those desperate moans of hers were making him harder that she could imagine. “Daddyy- Fuck! please! I already came!” His villain-esque smirk showed her just how much he enjoyed this, followed by three tongue clicks. “Don’t tap out on me now, you told me you would last.” Roman knew that she was slowly falling apart from his hands. “I don’t want your hands anymore Romann,” she whined, her pleas still doing nothing but turning him on more. “Oh yeah? What do you need sweetheart?” He knew exactly what you wanted. In fact, he wanted it too. But there was something so addicting about her releasing all over his fingers until she couldn't anymore.

“You know what I want,” she says, her voice entwined with desperation. But he didn’t stop. His fingers plunged in and out of her despite her begs and warnings. Her hips bucked in response to the pleasure he was giving her, and she backed away from his fingers with each buck of her hips. But that didn’t last long, as Roman’s hands pulled her back to her original spot by her hips. “Uh uh, where are you going, hm?” He played with his tempo, going unbearably slow, to shockingly fast, making her scream out in satisfaction. She didn’t try to run away from him anymore. His fingers felt too good, and her orgasm crept up on her once again. “Romann~ I-" “Go ‘head an cum for me.” 

His hand and the towel under her were now drenched with her release. But he didn’t stop. He squeezed out all that he could before he let her rest. She was spraying like a fountain, creating a damp spot on his jeans. “I need that dick daddy, please.”

“One more,” He said, keeping his eyes locked on her pussy taking his fingers. “Daddyy! Pleeaase-“

“You want daddy’s dick, don’t you?” She nods, huffing in defeat. 

“Well you better cum for me one more time and maybe I'll think about giving you this dick.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

WORKOUT

word count: 801

x: typed this out in a couple of hours because I saw these pictures and imagined Roman working out in the outdoor gym and just started writing whatever came to my mind (not proofread) Enjoy this impulsive imagine.

content: 18+ mdni, established relationship, Roman Reigns x reader, Exhibitionism/Vouyerism, doggystyle, (sorta) public

He bought an Airbnb for you two after losing his championship title. Time to get away from the rush of it all. So, you two escaped and went to Miami, enjoying quality time alone in the house, or eating high end food in sparkling restaurants. The house was beautiful in itself. The exposing windows that separated the modern house from the outside. A mix of beige, black, and green. Decorative trees and bushes sprinkled around the house, complimenting the beige and black interior. The house had everything. Multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, a spacious pool with beautiful greenery surrounding it, and an outdoor gym overlooking the water and other modern houses in the distance. Of course, The outdoor gym was his favorite part of the house. And you reeked of the benefits. Watching his beautiful face contort as he pushed through different exercises. His warm caramel skin shining brighter with the sun’s help. You never thought that you would find yourself using the outdoor gym equipment. Except for today, grabbing onto the stable black bar while you and Roman engaged in a…. different type of workout.

“Mhm that ass so damn fat, making me feel so fucking good baby.” Your hand was starting to hurt from how tight you were grabbing onto the gym equipment. Your other arm was no help, being held behind you by your samoan lover. Soo, you wouldn't have to worry about grabbing on to the bar, because your other arm would be held behind you as well. Usually, you shied away from doing sexual acts in public, but he looks so sexy working out, you forgot to have shame while he fucked you stupid. Neither did you try to find shame because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. 

Your nails scratched at his forearms, yelling his favorite names in that sweet honey voice that hypnotized him into doing anything for you. “Ooohh~ shit! You’re fucking me so good!” The sight of his woman high off pleasure because of him gave him indescribable feelings of pride and happiness. “My baby so nasty, fuckk- keep talking to me mama,” Roman purred, burying himself deeper in your pussy, marveling at the wetness. Your legs were turning into jelly from his sudden slow and methodical, but forceful strokes. You needed more than that though. “Faster Roman…” His silence let you know what you needed to do. You knew that you would have to beg him to get what you wanted. “Daddy please stop playing! Fuck me for real!” But he didn’t give you any time to catch your breath, pulling you closer to his body by your torso and kissing you. He walked you closer to the edge, giving both of you a better view of the houses around you. But that also gave them a better view of you. 

“Ask me correctly.” “Baby, they can see us.” He held you tight against him, slyly slipping his thick hand between your thighs to rub your clit. “Let them see how good I’m fucking you. Ask daddy again.” You let out a heavy breath before saying, “P-please fuck me daddy. I need it so bad.” As much as he liked to tease you, he needed it as much as you did. Your arms were held behind your back again, but he submerged himself in the crook of your neck, talking you through it while sliding his dick back into you. Welcomed by the warmth and tightness he always missed when he pulled out of you. “That pussy feels so fucking good baby. You this wet because of me, huh?” You couldn’t respond before he started fucking you again. Your mouth fell agape, moaning like crazy. “Mhm, let ‘em hear. Let them hear how good I’m fucking this pussy.” His breath on your neck, his hold on you body, the way he fucked you, it made you dizzy. Your mind was going blank, and your knees were going weak, trying your best to communicate to him that you were going to cum without stuttering. “Daddy! Ugh shiit! Please let me cum.” “Go ahead mama, cum for me.” He held you up while you collapsed in his arms, legs shaking, eyes rolled back, screaming his name a couple more times while saying, “I’m coming!” as well. Your moans meshed with his deep grunts and groans, coming deep inside of you with some final thrusts, jerking your body forward. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. You grabbed the back of his neck, relaxing into his hold, sweaty and satisfied, close to your man. “Best workout you ever had huh?” He laughs at your joke, but doesn’t let you get the last word. “Just wait until after our date tonight sweetheart. You won’t ever need to hit the gym again.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

Just imagine… Roman Reigns

Just imagine… Roman Reigns flashing his beautiful smile across from you, while you’re clutching onto the table for dear life. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” Of course he already knew the answer, pressing the button on the small remote engulfed by his large hands. The vibration between your legs got stronger, breaking your poker face. “Feels good?” You’re swallowing all of your moans and shifting in your chair, still gripping at the expensive table cloth. You tried your best to keep your composure together, but you were unwinding by the second. You were sure your words and sentences were turned into moans if you tried to talk back to him. Half of you regrets ever agreeing to this, but the other part of you loves the riskiness of this. And the way he was looking tonight didn’t help. Slicked back bun, all black suit, thighs straining his slacks. God, he looked so good.

“Fix your face baby, we got people next to us.” And by people next to us, he meant a booth with two people far away from yours. “R-roman, can we g-go home?” He looks at you with a pretend confused expression. “Home? We just got our food though,” he responds. You hid your face from the lurking eyes around you and looked him straight in the eyes. He knew what that meant. “You finna cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” You nod your head furiously while biting your lip to prevent moans from escaping. His hands grab yours and interlock, looking around at all the people in your proximity before he gives the command, “No one’s looking, go ‘head and cum for me, baby.” You squeezed his hand tightly and your mouth opened wide as you came on the small toy. Thank god you had already placed a couple of napkins under you at the beginning of the date. He studied you, watching your face contort out of pleasure with heavy breaths replacing your moans. “There we go baby, you look so beautiful when you cum.” The vibration suddenly stops while you’re still recovering, taking a deep breath while sinking into your seat. To anyone passing by, you two look like a lovely couple holding hands. If only they knew what was going on. But they didn’t, that’s the fun part about it.

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2 @murrylove @sassginaswanmills @pixiedust4000

[caramelcleopatraa]

Birthday Updates :)

x: hey guysss!! so I have some things to say. first thing is, I will not be continuing kintober sadly, and I will save the rest of the props for 2025, as I do want to come back to them. there are some more projects that I'm working on that's grabbing my attention more, plus dance and college make my life hectic. so because of that and to make up for that... kinda... , I decided to give you guys ALOOOT of sneak peeks into things I have been working on and things I want to share with you guys soon <3 also its my birthdayyyy!! a bad bitch is turning up 🤪

A quick fic I made in an hour

x: heavily inspired by harmshake and msbigredmachine's collaboration because they have me on a leash waiting for the next installment

He was working out in his backyard again. The fourth time this week. Not that you were checking or keeping count or anything, the window that gave you a view of your backyard also gave you a view of his as well. Those black sweatpants fit loosely around his waist, showing a little too much skin that you were used to. He always wore hoodies or sleeveless shirts. Guess today was not one of those days. And out of all the things you catch him out there doing, you caught him doing hip thrusts. Lucky you. You swore his abs shined like glazed donuts while he huffed and grunted through his set. You felt like a creep for staring, but you couldn’t keep your damn eyes off of him. His hair was swept up into a half-assed bun, letting you see all of his beautiful features. You couldn’t believe that someone that fine had moved in next to you. But as much time as you could spend here oogling at him working out, your laptop was calling for you. To finish that damned assignment you had been working on for your class.

Three more hours had passed quicker that you realized. You worked like a machine, pumping out so many assignments and standard based quizzes, you were sick of seeing the same logo at the top left of your screen. The weather was nice outside. Chill breeze with a purple pink and orange sky. Perfect weather for you to work outside. You balance your laptop in one hand while opening the sliding glass door with another. 

“Finally decided to come outside huh?”

You hear a deep voice on your left, surprised that he was even out here this late. His laptop was in his lap, reading glasses on the small glass table that sat next to his chair. He wore another pair of sweatpants, dark gray this time, and a blue shirt. 

“Watching me, huh?”

He continues to type on his computer but takes a second to look at you while talking.

“So you weren’t watching me work out a couple of hours ago?”

You couldn't even deny that. You just replied with the quickest comeback you could think of.

“It was just weird to me that you were doing a full on workout outside. Equipment and everything. I’m not used to living next to a gym freak.”

All of your previous neighbors had been wealthy corporate men or women, so seeing them outside for any reason other than them getting in the car, picking up mail, or putting the trash at the end of the driveway, they were pretty much ghosts. You only knew them because their packages would get sent to your doorstep a couple of times because of how similar your addresses were. 

“What brings you out here?”

“Just sick of bein’ in the house, The weather’s nice and plus you're done huffing and puffing, so i can come chill out here in peace.”

He laughs to himself, recalling the way that your eyes examined him from the comfort of your kitchen. How you were almost paralyzed by the sight you saw as soon as you lifted your head. It was cute how much you were lying and playing poker face to make yourself seem innocent.

“What do you do for a living sir? I doubt you look like that just because.”

“I’m a personal trainer. Mostly for athletes, but some celebrities too.” Well that explains why he’s so in shape.

“What about you, maam? What do you do for a living.”

“College professor. Chemistry”

He raises his eyebrows and takes his focus off of his laptop fully, looking at you sorting your students into groups for a project coming up.

“That’s impressive. How do you like it?”

You sigh hesitantly, not trying to sound like you hate your job. You really didn’t. There’s just so many things that you wish would change at the university you teach at. You’re sure your coworkers would say the same thing. You could quit, save yourself the trouble. But you had such good students. They needed a good, consistent, and dedicated teacher.

“Wonderful students, horrible administration. Makes working there draining.”

“Ever thought of going to the gym? Working out all that pent up stress?”

Now your attention was fully on him. “Not a gym girlie. It’s too intimidating.”

“I think it would be beneficial for you. Could help you more than you realize.”

“Since you’re giving me the idea, are you going to help me?”

He stands up and makes his way over to you with elongated strides. Staring you down without his eyes straying away for a second. He had built up so much tension in those few steps it took to get to you. Much more tension you expected to get from this conversation. 

“I’ll be more than happy to train you," he says, picking up the notepad and pen to write something on it, and hands it back to you with a smile.

“Call when you’re ready for me~”

A piece of Day 8 because that's gonna become a full fledged piece of writing :)

“Y/N.” His voice struck like a thunderbolt, taking your attention away from the man standing in front of you. “Strip for us.” The dress you had on became restricting as soon as he told you to strip. You felt their eyes on you as you pulled the straps down ever so slowly. Exposing one breast, then the other, and seconds after, your entire body. Both men groan in satisfaction, eyeing every part of you that is now uncovered. The lacy matching panties you had on stretched perfectly along your hips and ass. Each man had a different view of you. Jey got to see your face completely, your tits, and hips from the front. Roman on the other hand, relished in the view of your back, and ass, relying purely on your body language mostly.

“Take them panties off too, baby,” Jey says, making eye contact with you as you pull them down teasingly.

“Lay her on the bed, Jey.” Roman says, fidgeting in the seat and adjusting his pants. Jey hoists you up and gently lays you in the middle of the silk red sheets. “Alright princess, pick who you want to continue on. Me, or Jey?” You look to your left seeing Roman staring over you as ajey stands at the foot of the bed. 

‘He said he doesn't mind this.. So I can be honest.’

You want Roman. You want him to touch you. The tiniest tinge of guilt crept into your mind as you admitted it to yourself. God, it's so nerve racking. All this time you spent burying how you felt and avoiding him. And yet, you were about to say it out loud for the first time ever. You want him. You do.. ‘I want you-’ “Roman. I… I want you.” That was all it took for Roman to click his tongue at Jey this time, motioning him to sit where he did a few moments ago. And now Roman’s standing at the foot of the bed.

A snip from My Man, My Man, My Man

“I’m fixing to make me a drink with all these people we have to bartend,” Renni whines, sitting on her hip and cleaning her station with the temporary break they had. “Girl who you tellin? And it’s only 12. You know more people gon’ be on their way.” Yasmine observes the people beyond the bar. All types of celebrities that meet the eye. Actors, singers, producers, athletes, business men, you name it. Everybody was here. “All of these people here and not a fine man in sight,” Yasmine says.

The room was dark, but illuminated at the same time. The hidden dark pockets and nooks and crannies in the club that weren’t visible due to the overhead spotlights were the freakum’s greatest dream. The expansive wall of bottles behind Yasmine that lit like Christmas lights was a spectacle and art in itself. all those different bottles that could be used to make different drinks for so many people. Yasmine learned a lot about people, more than she’d hoped to working as a bartender. How to handle inebriated people, how to gain more patience, how to say no, and how to look for suspicious people. like the douchebags that ordered a drink for some random girl, but ended up getting mad at her because she served him nothing. An empty cup. And she was quick to tell Demetrius, because he too couldn’t stand people like that at all, especially in his own club.

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes shift to the entrance, staring at the 5 men that walked in. She didn’t get to memorize all of their faces, but she surely memorized one.

The first man that stood in front of all of them. Tall and fine would be the words that she would use to describe him in those fastly paced seconds, but that doesn’t describe him well in her mind. He walked with confidence, not deterred by everyone’s gaze on him. completely unfazed by the murmuring and the cameras flashing as he wedged through the thick crowd. maybe a little too late for her to be wondering how she looked before she realized he was making his way to the bar. “OMG girll, he coming straight to the bar!” Renni says, eyeing him just the same, although laced with blind lust. she had to manually close her mouth with her hand and rip her eyes away from him. 

The red sea of people continued to part as the five men make their way to the bar, scouting the 5 empty stools in the middle of the bar. Yasmine knew exactly who they were. The bloodline. The reigning WWE Superstars. Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Zilla Fatu, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns. Their commanding aura was enough to put the entire place on pause. There were no words to be said.

As soon as they sat down, things seemed to fade back to normal, but the known fact that the bloodline was in the same place sat in the back of everyone’s mind. Roman and Solo sat on Renni’s side, and Jey, Jimmy, and Zilla sat on Yasmine’s side. A little disappointed, but Yasmine still had a job to do, and she did it damn well. Their orders are somewhat of what she expected. 

Jey asks for a tequila manhattan: kinda expected for someone as energetic as him.

Jimmy requests a greyhound: not what i expected. maybe he wants to get tore up tonight. or celebrate something?

and zilla asks for a Gin and Tonic: a classic. maybe he doesn’t drink like that. Yasmine guesses that Solo would order another Gin and Tonic. ‘Maybe drinks a little more and settles on a classic.’ She wonders what Roman would order. ‘Maybe an Old Fashioned… he looks like that kind of person.’

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GIANNA'S ROOM

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x: heyyoo. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago, and I didn't know where I wanted this to go, so I'm excited to see if y'all like this one or not. causeeee I can make part 2 "Roman's Room" which is already planned out :p. anyways hope you guys enjoy (excuse any errors you see of course) and please leave comments. I love comments.

content: He’s a wrestler. She’s a pornstar. They were never meant to meet, but Gianna wanted to ride, so he let her. Roman Reigns x Gianna, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk, masturbation, exchange of videos and pictures

“Thank you guys so much for watching. I’ll see you guys next stream,” Gianna says seductively, blowing a kiss at her viewers. Another successful day, and a hefty bag gust from two hours of work. She was so glad that her roommate, Amara, was non judgemental when it came to her occupation. There’s such a negative view on sex workers, and she was worried she’d be stuck with a roommate who wouldn't respect her, but she lucked out big time. She even offered to be in multiple videos with Gianna when money was tight, which led to Amara creating a OnlyFans account of her own. 

1 Notification from: Anonymous

Normally, she shrugged off private messages because they usually lead to personalized requests, which is something she doesn't do. But she gets intrigued once she reads the message preview.

Anonymous Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for….

‘1000?’ She clicks on the notification and reads the full message.

Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for just a quick video.

‘1000 dollars is a lot for a short video.’

EroticMedusa I don't normally take requests, but that offer is too good to deny.

Anonymous I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll go ahead and send the payment through if you want to do the video.

EroticMedusa Sure! Anything in particular you want me to do? I’m here for your pleasure, sir. :)

Anonymous Whatever makes you feel comfortable sweetheart. Need some inspiration?

EroticMedusa If you don't mind. :)

Anonymous Of course sweetheart. [2 Attachments]

She clicks the first picture and her jaw drops to the floor. Saying that he was attractive was an understatement. He’s big. For fucking sure. His wavy hair dangled down from the top of the picture. Pearly white teeth, salt and pepper beard, broad shoulders, big arms and big hands, a large tattoo that covered his right pec and covered his entire right arm, prominent chest, defined torso, thick thighs, and he was hung. She was practically drooling from the picture alone. What didn’t he have? She exited out of the picture and clicked on the video next. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen.

He held his phone in his hand, keeping the phone at the perfect angle to capture his beautiful body. She could hear chuckling as he slowly stroked himself for her. “Look what you do to me baby.” God, his voice. If his body wouldn't do it, his voice definitely would. She was glad that she had free time today to make the video, because she was already turned on from the picture he sent. “Wish you were here with me sweetheart, I’d make you cum all night” He tightens his fist, fucking up into his hand. “Want you to suck this dick so bad, baby. Need to feel those lips around my dick.” She bit her bottom lip, unconsciously grabbing her breasts and bucking her hips. “Damn, I'm finna cum for you. Ahhh shit!” She watched closely as strings of cum leaked from his tip, his head leaned back and his chest heaving from the intense orgasm he had. He stroked himself a few more times, creating squelching from his release dripping over his hands. What she would give to lick him clean.

EroticMedusa Damn daddy, that was so sexy.

Anonymous I’m glad you like it.

EroticMedusa I loved it! Your body looks soo good! And your voice made me so horny daddy.

Anonymous Ever had a stranger make you feel like that?

EroticMedusa No, only you.

Anonymous Good girl.  Making me horny again the way you’re talking to me.

EroticMedusa I wish I could've been there to lick you clean. I’m so wet imagining it. I’m making the video right now! Give me a few minutes.

Anonymous Take your time.

Gianna propped her phone up after sending her last message, making sure she was capturing all of the right angles and pressed record. She grabbed her favorite vibrator from her nightstand drawer and positioned herself in front of the camera. She could see herself glistening from her phone. She waved at the camera and giggled before playing with her breasts. Grabbing and tugging at her nipples, bucking her hips again and moaning softly. She imagines his hands replacing hers. “I’m so horny for you, daddy,” She says, spreading her legs to show him her delectable pussy. She was glistening even more now, if that was possible. The hand that wasn’t focused on her breast, teases her folds, and the hand that was on her breast, reached to grab her vibrator.

“I want that dick daddy,” she says, pressing the button on her vibrator placed on her sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut and enjoying the sensation. She imagined him burying his face between her legs, dragging his tongue along her pussy. How he would lick and suck on her clit. How he would make her come on his tongue, and keep going. All of these fantasies were only making her more excited. “Fuck, I want you so bad daddyy. I wish you were here right now.” Her chest bobbed up and down, her ragged breaths mixed in with whiny and desperate moans. The picture and video that he sent earlier was crystal clear in her mind. His deep moans and dirty talk repeated in her head while the vibrator stayed stationary on her clit. “Shiiit- ugh. Feels so fucking good.” 

Her back arched as her moans got louder. She was for sure making a mess on the bed and disturbing her neighbors. She didn’t care though. God she needed to cum. Between the video he sent her and the conversation they had, there was nothing she was more focused on than undoing herself. Her spare hand grabbed at the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of her head in euphoric pleasure of the orgasm that was fastly building. “aaah- i’m gonna cum f’r you,” she says, her slurred words that accompanied the light buzzing of the vibrator. Her thighs shook violently as she screamed out pleas and exclaims of pleasure. She turned off the vibrator, working quick circles on her clit, overstimulating herself. Her legs stayed open, displaying the beautiful mess she made on herself and her silk sheets. She grabs her phone, bringing it closer to her cunt, giving him a front row seat. “Would you lick it up, daddy?” She giggles softly, pressing the red button to stop the recording. She sends the video to him, taking a deep breath.

EroticMedusa Here you go, big guy 😘 [1 Attatchment]

‘Shit, that was amazing.’ If he was willing to stick around, she could pump out content in no time.

She cleans herself up minutes later, wrapping herself in her silk robe that matched her sheets. Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, and she quickly unlocked her phone, anxious for his response. And she got just that.

Anonymous God damn baby [1 Attatchment]

She could make another video just from the picture alone. His head was leaned back, showing off his adam’s apple. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat with droplets dripping down his chest. Streams of cum drip down his shaft, down to his balls. She would have loved to see what he looked like while he stroked himself to her video.

Anonymous Can I see you?

EroticMedusa See me? What are you trying to do, sir? 😏

Anonymous I’m tryna give you the best dick down you’ll ever have.

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