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To say you were obsessed was an understatement. Watching as Matt walked around the room, your eyes followed every movement. You couldn’t look away no matter how hard you tried, not that you wanted to.

You bit your bottom lip, watching as your eyes roamed his body. His back muscles flexed as he reached for the shelf above him. Watching as his pants hung low on his waist. The waistband from his boxers could be seen.

His shirt was discarded on the floor next to your bed. His hair wet from the shower, hanging down in front of his face. His silver chain hung from his neck as it sparkled in the light.

The bold ink displayed on his arms was enough to make you wet. You felt as your panties grew wet, making you clench around nothing. Your eyes never left his body, as if you were hypnotized.

As Matt walked closer to you sitting on the bed his eyes remained down, watching his phone. He was completely unaware of your eyes as they were glued to his body. A million thoughts were running through your head, feeling your breath quicken.

As Matt leaned back on the bed he caught a glimpse of you. Watching as your eyes stayed on him he couldn’t help but nervously smile. “You okay..?” He asked hesitantly. As you continued to watch him his words flew over your head.

Getting thrown off, you snapped back into reality when you see his hand waving in front of your face. Blinking rapidly, you turn your face to the side. “Did you hear me?” Matt asked. You slowly shook your head, watching as he rubbed his stomach in small circles.

“No, sorry.” You spoke up clearing your throat. Matt chuckled, “I asked are you okay. You were like in a different world for a minute.” You smiled at him and nodded. “All good.” Your voice light.

Matt nodded and went back to watching his phone. You grew even wetter over the last couple minutes. You were desperate for him to touch you. Feeling your core throb, you squeezed your thighs in hopes of feeling the release you were aching for.

Deciding you had enough, you quickly slid your pants off tossing them aside. You felt as the cold air hit your body feeling goosebumps rise on your skin. Getting up slightly you walk to the other end of the bed, where Matt laid still oblivious to your presence.

Slowly climbing on him, you watch as his phone went down as his eyes landed on you. His cheeks grew red as he looked your body up and down. He took notice as you were only wearing an oversized shirt with no pants.

“What are you.. doing?” Matt asked confused. You smile at him as you ran your fingertips over his chest. “Matty I need you.” You moaned in between your words. He gulped feeling his chest tighten.

“O-okay.” Matt said nodding. As he gave you his permission you slowly moved your hips on his stomach feeling the pleasure build. As you humped his waist you couldn’t help but moan. Feeling your core leak through and soak your panties, you looked at Matt.

His jaw was slack, watching your movements. He grew hard as he watched you pleasure yourself. He’d always fantasize seeing you like this. The idea of using him to get off. He was so in love with the sight of you like this. Watching you straddle his waist as you moved your body against his.

You felt his hands wrap around your torso helping you move. You threw your head back as you let out whimpers. Placing your hands on his chest, you leaned in kissing his lips passionately. Chasing your climax you felt your stomach tighten.

Feeling his lips move in sync with yours you moaned into his mouth. He slid his tongue over your lips silently asking permission to enter your mouth. Opening your mouth slightly you felt as his tongue found your own. As you desperately pressed your mouth against his craving more, you felt your legs shake.

“You gonna cum?” Matt asked against your mouth. You moaned, letting the whines and whimpers fall from you. As you choked on your words you nodded repeatedly. “Y-yea..” feeling as your eyes rolled backwards you bit your lip.

“Gonna cum from humping me? You’re such a fucking slut. What turned you on baby?” Hearing his words, you grew even wetter. “Y-you.. oh- you looked so good.” He chuckled as you struggled. He placed his fingers on you core, feeling the wetness. “So wet, all for me right?” He asked.

“All for you.” You moaned. Feeling his fingers push your panties to the side he quickly began rubbing small circles on your clit. As you felt his fingers abuse your leaking cunt your body trembled.

You squeezed around his fingers, watching as your cum coated his fingers. As he let you ride out your high, he slowly pulled his fingers from you. You whimpered quietly, as the feeling of being so full quickly disappeared.

He brought his fingers to his mouth sucking up all your juices. He moaned at the taste, licking his lips. As you regained your breath you felt your body grow tired. “Feel better?” He asked. You nodded slowly feeling your eyelids grow heavy, slowly collapsing your body on top of his.

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[loverangels]

taste

pairings: percy jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: percy really likes the taste of strawberries directly from your lips

strawberry divider by @bernardsbendystraws

The orchard was warm and lively, rows of fruit trees stretching endlessly under the summer sun. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for the ripest strawberry you could find, your fingers brushing the leaves. Percy, of course, wasn’t far behind—holding the basket in one hand and stuffing berries into his mouth with the other.

“Percy,” you scolded, glancing back at him. “You’re supposed to collect the fruit, not eat it all before we even sit down.”

He gave you an innocent shrug, his sea-green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m just… quality-checking. What if they’re bad? Wouldn’t want my girlfriend to eat a bad strawberry, now would I?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your grin as he followed you to the next row, stealing another berry on the way. Eventually, with the basket half-filled (thanks to you) and Percy’s hands stained red from sneaking more than his fair share, you found a shaded spot under a tree to sit and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Plopping down on the blanket, you picked a glossy red strawberry from the basket and held it up to the sunlight, admiring its perfect shape before taking a slow, deliberate bite. Juice ran down your thumb, and you made a show of licking it off, casting Percy a sly look out of the corner of your eye.

He froze mid-grab for another berry, his eyebrows shooting up as a lopsided grin spread across his face. “Are you doing that on purpose?” he asked, tilting his head at you.

“Doing what?” you replied innocently, biting into the rest of the strawberry with a soft hum of approval.

His grin widened. “Oh, I see how it is.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “You’re trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?”

You shrugged, picking up a grape this time, holding it between your teeth before slowly nibbling it in half. Percy groaned, tossing his head back dramatically. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe,” you said, picking another strawberry. You held it out to him this time, the bright red fruit perched between your fingers. “Want a taste?”

Percy’s eyes flicked to the strawberry, then back to you. His grin turned downright wicked as he leaned in, but instead of taking the fruit, his lips brushed yours instead—soft at first, then deeper, tasting the sweetness of the strawberry still lingering on your lips.

“Percy!” you gasped, pulling back in surprise, though the way his sea-green eyes sparkled made it hard to sound mad.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he leaned closer again, his hand brushing yours to pluck the strawberry from your grasp. “I did want a taste. Just figured I’d get the best of both worlds.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as he popped the fruit into his mouth, still grinning as if he hadn’t just completely stolen your breath.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, reaching for another piece of fruit, but Percy was already leaning in again, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth as his hand rested casually on your knee.

“Sharing is caring, babe,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t hog all the sweetness.”

You tried to glare at him, but the way he was looking at you—with that perfect mix of mischief and adoration—made it impossible to stay mad. So instead, you grabbed another strawberry, took a bite, and smirked.

“Fine,” you said, leaning in just close enough to let your breath tickle his lips. “But if you want more, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Percy’s grin grew impossibly wider as he closed the gap between you again, clearly up for the challenge.

[msbigredmachine]

An Angelic Christmas (Roman Reigns)

On their first Christmas together, Roman and Naima share heartfelt gifts, tender moments, and an intimate celebration that deepens their connection. A glimpse into the unlikeliest of love stories that’s about to unfold.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Black fem OC

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: This is based off characters from my upcoming multi-chapter Roman fic (yes I know, it's been a while, lol) to be out in January. Look out for it!

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divider belongs to @bernardsbendystraws

The Miami sun is high in the sky, casting its golden rays over the famed city. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, adorned with twinkling lights that sparkle even in the daylight, giving the vibrant streets a festive charm. 

Roman’s penthouse, perched high above the bustling streets, is no exception. Ornaments of red and green and gold glimmer on a ten-foot high Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room, a towering contrast to the sleek modernity of the space. It’s not exactly the snowy holiday Naima grew up with in Atlanta, but she’s not complaining. Not when she’s with her man.

Naima hums along to “All I Want for Christmas Is You” blasting through the speakers, twirling a wooden spoon in her hand as she checks on the smoky jollof rice in the kitchen. The turkey is ready and well stuffed, so that is settled. Her bare feet pad softly across the hardwood floor, her movements fluid and effortless, the dancer in her kicking in. Chief, their three-month-old Staffy puppy, is sprawled nearby, lazily gnawing on a holiday-shaped chew toy that she bought him.

Roman sets the table, looking at his girlfriend with an amused smirk. “Mariah again?” he teases, his deep voice cutting through the music.

Naima turns, feigning offense. “Not you actin' like you don’t love this song, big guy.”

He chuckles, stepping closer to her. “It’s a classic, I’ll give you that.”

She rolls her eyes, scoops a spoonful of rice and blows on it before holding it up to his lips. “Here. Taste this.”

Roman takes the bite, chewing slowly. The smoky flavor hits his tongue first, followed by the rich spices that taste even better than the last one she made a month ago. He lets out a low hum of approval.

“Damn, baby,” he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Naima grins, her beautiful brown eyes sparkling. “That’s just the rice. Wait till you try the turkey and plantain.”

Roman glances at the counter where the massive golden-brown turkey rests, surrounded by perfectly caramelized plantains and a big bowl of sapasui specially made for him. His diet, meticulously planned for his wrestling, is going to take a serious hit tonight. But he doesn’t care. It’s Christmas, and Naima’s cooking is worth every cheat day.

“Diet starts tomorrow,” he declares, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close.

“Tomorrow,” she insists, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Tonight, you’re eating everything I made, handsome.”

Roman chuckles to himself as she kisses his cheek and walks away, his gaze dropping to those long, shapely legs of hers. Naima has been in his life for a while now, but every time they are together, it feels like a fresh challenge—a battle of wills he doesn’t mind losing. Most of the time.

The table is set with mismatched plates—his playful touch—and candles flickering softly in the center. Chief sits obediently at the side, eyeing the turkey but making no moves toward it, as if he knows better. The couple sits right next to each other on the table. Roman’s red-and-green sweater fits him perfectly, hugging his broad shoulders and muscular chest. Naima’s matching sweater is oversized and hangs loose on her frame, exposing one shoulder and riding up her thighs each time she moves. Of course, Roman notices, and his hand rests possessively on her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles in that affectionate, sensual way that always leaves her weak.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” Naima says, nodding toward the huge tree and the perfectly arranged garland along the fireplace. “I know Christmas isn’t your thing like that.”

Roman smiles, his hand tightening just slightly on her leg. “Yeah, well, I figured you’d cry if we didn’t at least have a tree.”

Naima smacks his shoulder, though a grin spreads across her face. “You ain’t right!”

“I’m just sayin’,” he teases, his baritone laced with humor. “You been talking about Christmas since Halloween ended. Couldn’t let you down, mamas. After all, this is your first Christmas outside Atlanta. Am I right?” 

Naima nods and sips her glass of champagne. “Yep. Feels weird not being with Adara and Julien, but…this is nice. Different, but nice.”

Roman cuts out a large piece of turkey and places it in Chief’s bowl, the little puppy gobbling the meat happily. “You talk to them today?” he asks. Knowing how close she is to her sister and nephew, he can already guess the answer.

“Of course,” she replies, “Adara says hi. And Julien was hyped about that new wrestling game you sent him. You officially won Christmas with that.”

He chuckles, proud. “Kid’s got good taste.”

Naima leans back in her chair, watching her boyfriend for a moment. There's something so easy about the way they’re together, the way they fit into each other’s lives despite their wildly different worlds. She loves this version of Roman—relaxed, unguarded, a far cry from the intense Tribal Chief persona that dominates the squared circle. Here, he gets to be just him. With her. His safe space.

She's honored.

“I’m glad I’m here with you,” she tells him, affection in her voice.

Roman’s gaze softens. “Me too, baby girl.”

After dinner, they retreat to the couch, plates of leftover plantain and wine glasses in hand. Chief curls up at their feet, munching on a leftover turkey leg. Roman’s arm is draped over Naima’s shoulder, his fingers lazily playing with her long hair. She rests against him, her legs stretched across his lap as “Home Alone” plays on the 64-inch TV.

“You got one more present,” Roman announces suddenly.

Naima raises an eyebrow. “I thought we agreed on no more presents.” They've already exchanged small gifts earlier in the day—she gave him a custom leather wrestling gear bag embroidered with his initials, and he surprised her with a sleek pair of Saint Laurent knee-high boots she’d been eyeing for months. 

“I ain’t agree to shit,” he smirks, a small, wrapped box materializing in his hand. “Here.”

Naima sits up, taking the box from him and unwrapping it carefully. Her jaw drops as she takes in the unmistakable Harry Winston packaging, her fingers trembling slightly as she unties the ribbon. She carefully opens the box, her breath catching as her eyes fall on the exquisite piece inside—a diamond necklace that glimmers like a constellation of stars. The delicate chain, made of intricate diamond clusters, forms a flawless, radiant circle that exudes elegance and timeless luxury, leaving her utterly speechless.

“Baby…”

“I saw it and thought of you,” he says, his tone casual, though the way his eyes linger on her face betray how much the gift means to him. “You light up my life, mamas. Figured it was fitting.”

Her throat tightens as he helps her put the necklace on, the cool chain resting against her skin. “Thank you. It’s so beautiful,” she whispers.

“Well, it was either this or the anklet,” he adds with a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows as he caresses the back of her leg, “Woulda been great for these long-ass legs I can’t stop staring at.”

“You always gotta be so extra,” she giggles, her voice teasing but shaky.

Roman grins, his eyes bright and happy. “You bring it out of me,” he whispers, his heart swelling as she holds him tight. He will never tire of moments like this with her.

“Your turn,” she announces, reaching behind the couch to grab a flat, rectangular package.

Roman unwraps the paper carefully, revealing a framed portrait of the two of them sitting on an equipment crate backstage after his match at Summerslam. He was still in his wrestling gear, his Undisputed Championship resting on his lap, while Naima sat beside him, close enough for their thighs to touch. Her arms are around him and their eyes are closed, heads tilted and leaning against each other as if the world had disappeared for just that moment. The image, captured by Naomi, radiates intimacy and quiet strength, capturing everything unspoken between them in that stillness.

He is quiet for a moment, his gaze lingering on the frame.

“You don’t like it?” Naima questions, suddenly uncertain.

“I love it,” he breathes, his voice low but full of emotion. “This…” He trails off, his fingers grazing the edge of the frame. “This is amazing, baby girl.”

“I wanted you to have something to remind you of who’s always in your corner,” she says, her voice soft and sincere.

Roman sets the frame down carefully and hugs her again. “I love you. You’re my everything,” he murmurs, the weight of his words settling between them.

Naima shivers, her heart racing for him like it always does. “I love you too. And you’re mine.” Her fingers clasp behind his neck as she pulls him in for a kiss. It starts slow, purposeful, their lips meeting in a way that feels as natural as breathing. Naima’s hands frame Roman’s face, her fingertips brushing against his beard as their mouths move in perfect sync. It's sensual, unhurried, yet electric enough to send shivers down their spines. 

Roman’s large hands roam down her back, possessive and sure, pulling her closer until she’s in his lap. When she moans softly into his mouth, it ignites something primal in him. The sound drives him crazy, her lips and her voice working together to undo him in a way no one else ever has. It’s a reminder of everything they share—the connection that goes beyond words, beyond the teasing and playful banter.

When they finally pull apart, she rests her forehead against his, her breathing unsteady. “Believe it or not, I got one more gift for you,” she informs him, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “It’s red and made of satin and lace.”

“Yeah?” Roman’s voice roughens, his hands still on her hips.

She leans in close, her teeth tugging on his earlobe as she whispers, “Mm-hmm. But you get to see it later.”

Roman groans low in his throat, his hold on her tightening. “You really tryna test my patience, huh?”

Naima laughs, sliding off his lap before he can pull her back. “Ya know what they say, baby; patience is a virtue.”

The rest of the night passes in a haze of laughter, wine, and stolen touches. Chief dozes near the fireplace, his tiny snores filling the silence of the now-muted TV. As Naima cleans up the dishes from their late-night snacks, Roman leans against the counter, watching her.

“You ever think about what’s next?” he asks suddenly.

She glances over her shoulder, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

“For us,” he elaborates, his voice unwavering.

Naima pauses, her hands stilling. “I mean…I’m happy right now. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he says, his lips twitching into a small smile. “I am. But I’m talking like, big picture. Like, what happens when we’re not doing this flying-back-and-forth shit anymore? What if you moved to Miami permanently? With me.”

Naima turns to face him fully, leaning against the sink. “That means leaving Adara and Julien in Atlanta. Leaving Exotica. I know you’d love that,” she rolls her eyes.

Roman shrugs. “Well, it is your workplace, regardless of my feelings towards it. But we can figure that out together. Right?”

She exhales, crossing her arms. “I don’t know. I try not to think about it too much. Kinda feels like jinxing it.”

He pushes off the counter, narrowing the distance between them. “I get it. I just want you to know I’m serious about this. About us. I don’t care where you came from or what you’ve done. I just…I’m all in with you.”

Naima gazes at him, her chest tightening. “You sure you know what you’re gettin’ into, Reigns?” she whispers.

Roman grins, his hands finding her waist. “Baby girl, I’ve been sure pretty much since the day I met you.”

Her smile is wide and her heart feels impossibly full. “Guess I better go put your present on, then.”

Roman’s laughter echoes through the penthouse as she saunters off, her long legs carrying her toward his bedroom. “Don’t take too long,” he calls after her.

Ten minutes later, Naima’s heart is still racing with excitement. She can feel the heat of the shower still lingering on her body, buzzing with the anticipation of what is to come. Roman’s words echo in her head; “Don’t take too long.” 

A playful grin crosses her lips. It will definitely be worth the wait.

The silk robe is soft and gentle on her skin as she moves around the bedroom. The lights are dimmed just enough to set the mood. She reaches for the speaker, turning on a playlist full of sultry, slow R&B songs that she uses for her private dances. Usually, she has an audience of several, tossing dollars at her, hungry for more. Tonight, her audience consists of just one, the most important one; Roman Reigns himself, her man…her everything.

She stands in front of the full-length mirror and lets her long, damp hair cascade down her back, shimmering under the soft lighting. She takes a deep breath as she eyes her reflection, seeing a stark difference between the woman staring back at her and the one from seven years ago.

Well done, Naima. Well done.

She quickly goes to the gift bag she’d tucked away, pulling out the lingerie she had purchased specially for him—a festive red set with white fur trim and a playful Santa-inspired design. The bra and thong set hugs her curves perfectly, and she can feel herself getting wetter, more eager. She doesn’t need much of an excuse to get her man all worked up, but tonight? Tonight is different.

She peeks her head through the door and calls out to him, her voice low and teasing. “Baby, I need some help in here!”

As he enters the bedroom, his gaze immediately falls on her—no longer in the oversized sweater, but in blood red lingerie, looking like a vision. His mouth goes dry, his pants tightening as he drinks in the sight.

“Goddamn, baby girl,” he mutters, his voice hoarse with desire. He leans against the doorframe, his eyes scanning her, taking in the way the fabric clings to her slender body. “You look fucking incredible.”

“You like it, big daddy?” she asks, her voice dripping with temptation as she strikes a pose that extends her already long legs.

“Like it? I fucking love it,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “But how the hell are you not tired from all the cooking?”

Naima’s lips curve into a sultry smile as she inches closer to him, her hips swaying with every step. “I’m never too tired to please you, Ro.”

Roman’s expression softens, but there’s a spark of something else in his eyes—anticipation. He doesn't respond at first, just watches as she takes his hand and leads him to the bed, motioning for him to sit. He obeys without question, his body already tingling with desire.

She walks over to the speakers and turns the volume up just enough. The sultry, slow beat of “To My Bed” by Chris Brown fills the room, its sensual tone ensconcing them both like a velvet blanket. She stands for a moment, letting the rhythm of the song take over her body. The satin fabric of her lingerie shimmers as she dances, her movements sensual and determined, drawing him in. There’s no rush from her—each motion is deliberate, designed to drive him crazy. 

Roman’s hands rest on his knees, gripping them tightly, the intensity in his gaze saying more than words can express. His breath quickens as she turns and gives him an eyeful of the thong that’s swallowed up by her fat, bountiful ass cheeks. Then, she slowly approaches him, her legs long and lithe, flexing with an effortless grace. She leans forward, pushing her chest in his face, her hands smoothing over his broad shoulders. 

“You like what you see, big guy?” she inquires, her voice low and smokier than her jollof, dripping with sex and authority, knowing she has him in the palm of her hand.

“Damn right I do,” Roman growls in response, his hands closing over her breasts, the tension in the air as thick as a storm about to break.

A slow smile plays across her lips, a smile that sends shivers through him. She reaches up and places a Santa hat on his head, her fingers brushing over his scalp before letting the hat sit on top.

“Guess you’re my Christmas gift, huh?” she teases, winking at him, her fingers lightly tapping the top of the hat.

Roman can’t help but snicker despite the lust pulsing through him. “You know it, mamas. Just unwrap me already.”

Naima stands in front of him for a moment, her body swaying, the sheer satin glistening against her skin as the lights of the room catches the fabric just right. Roman’s eyes roam over her, memorizing every inch. Her body, her long legs, that damn sexy smile of hers, the way she looks in the tiny underwear. She knows how to play him like a violin, and tonight he is her willing instrument.

Naima’s smile grows as she slowly unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor, exposing the breasts and pierced nipples that never fail to make his mouth water. She drops down low, then slowly rolls back up as her hands run over her curves, caressing herself. She hears his breathing getting heavier, and that only fuels her further. She lets the music take control, her body moving with a confidence that only Roman can bring out of her.

His eyes are glued to her, his expression a mix of lust and admiration. “You’re killing me, mamas,” he growls, his voice clogged with desire.

She stops for a moment, standing in front of him, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath. “Oh, I’m just getting started, big guy,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry. “You’ve been a good boy tonight, so I think you’ve earned a little something special.”

Roman chuckles darkly, his hands resting on the bed now, the muscles in his jaw flexing. “You’ve got no idea what I’m gonna do to you after this.”

Naima smirks, her confidence skyrocketing as his hungry stare stalks her every move. With her back to him, she sensually shimmies between his parted legs and lowers herself onto his lap. Her backside rests right on his crotch as she keeps moving, rolling her ass back and forth in a manner that makes his jaw clench. She throws a sly glance over her shoulder, catching the way his hands twitch, aching to touch her again.

“What’s the matter, big guy? Can’t handle it?” she taunts, her voice low and teasing.

Roman exhales sharply, his resolve crumbling as his hands shoot up to grab her waist. His fingers dig into her skin as she bounces her ass on him, the enticing rhythm making his entire body flare up with heat. “Goddamn, baby.”

Naima’s laugh is rich, full of mischief and lust as she presses back harder, causing him to groan. “That’s right, daddy, watch me throw this fat ass on you,” she moans, steadying herself with her hands on his knees while her hips and ass do all the talking.

Roman tilts his head back for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly as he feels himself throb from the near unbearable friction. “You keep this up and I’m not gonna last long,” he growls, reaching out to squeeze her backside wreaking havoc on his stiff crotch.

“That's the plan,” she shoots back, grinding against him some more before standing up abruptly, leaving him gaping at her like she’s just snatched his soul. “Gotta give Santa his Christmas dance,” she giggles, stepping back and twerking to the music again.

Roman licks his lips as he adjusts himself and the hat on his head. “Santa’s getting impatient, baby girl. You better finish that dance quick before I take what’s mine.”

Naima's eyes are fixated on her man as she tugs on the waistband of her thong and slips it down her legs, tossing it playfully at him which he catches easily. Her body is now completely bare, save for the light sheen of sweat that clings to her skin, making her glow. She straddles him again, leaning in so their noses almost touch. “What if I don’t wanna finish, big daddy?” she murmurs, her lips brushing his teasingly.

This time, Roman doesn’t hesitate. He grips her thighs and flips them over, pinning her beneath him. The bed shifts under their combined weight as he stares down at her, his smirk widening. “I know where I wanna finish,” he mutters, his voice catching right before he crushes his mouth to hers. His big hands eagerly roam her curves as he presses himself against her, the warmth of her naked body sparking a fire he can’t extinguish.

With a teasing grin, Naima pulls his sweater off him and helps him shove his pants down. Then, moving with surprising speed and strength, she rolls them over so she is back on top. Her hands smooth down his chest, running her fingers over the muscles of his abdomen, and she reaches down to grip his length, massaging him for a second or two before sliding him inside her. 

With a soft moan, she sits up and presses her hands on his chest, pinning him down as he drops his hands from her waist to her ass, squeezing the supple cheeks. His grip tightens as she rides him with the skill of an equestrian, her shapely hips rolling and rotating, seemingly spelling her name on him. He can feel her wetness seeping between them, the friction driving him crazy.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “You make me lose my fuckin' mind.”

Naima dips down, capturing his lips with a passion that sends fireworks off in his brain. The kiss is deep, intense—needy. Their tongues tangle with an urgency that speaks volumes to their never-ending lust for each other, Roman’s hips joining the frantic dance of want as he meets her halfway with deep thrusts right against her sweet spot. The scent of her perfume—something floral and warm—mingles with the sweet musk of desire, and his head spins from the intoxicating combination.

“Shit, Ro…” Naima moans. She grips the pillow behind Roman’s head as she pounces and bounces on his dick with increased urgency, the slickness of her pussy, the feel of him deep inside her, making everything feel like it’s about to explode. She lets out another breathy moan, her face nuzzling his neck, her heavy pants sprouting goosebumps on his skin. Roman’s breath catches in his throat as the feel of her beautiful body writhing on top of him, along with a dizzying myriad of sensations, nudges him closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes hazy with pleasure as he stares up at her, “Baby, I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

Naima smiles down at him, her hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves, her chest rising and falling in tandem with her rising and falling on his dick. She cups his face, gazing right into his eyes as she whispers, “Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

Roman’s eyes darken with lust. It’s the easiest confession he’ll ever make. “You're the best I’ve ever had, baby girl. By a mile. Don’t nobody fuck me like you do,” he professes.

Her body responds to his praise like a fine-tuned instrument. Her movements become faster, more desperate with every dropdown. Their foreheads press together, and she groans as he suddenly shifts and flips her underneath him. He hitches her legs higher around his waist and pumps into her determinedly, cursing as the new angle deepens his reach inside her. Overwhelmed, Naima's eyes squeeze shut, her fingernails in his back, swept away by the intensity of their passion, reverberating through the entire master bedroom as euphoria comes calling. The bed rocks harder from the force of Roman's thrusts, indescribable pleasure drawing them closer and closer.

“Open your eyes, Naima. Look at me when you come,” Roman coaxes her with a kiss, his voice almost pleading as his fingers brush along her stomach and find that sensitive spot between her legs. He toys with it, his personal pleasure button, playing with the sticky mess she’s made and luxuriating in the sounds of her shaky moans as he fucks her into the mattress.

Naima obeys and locks glazed, unfocused eyes with him, barely holding on as the world crescendos around them. Only a half-minute later, it all comes crashing down like a tidal wave—powerful, overwhelming, all-encompassing. Naima screams as her juices gush from the impact, all over his dick, her entire frame shaking with the bone-tingling intensity of her orgasm. Roman’s grip on her and on reality falters as her pussy tightens around him, sparking his release, his drenched dick pulsing and twitching as he fills her to the brim. They collapse together, panting and sweaty, spent and wrecked. He rolls onto his back and immediately pulls her close, his face buried in her hair as he struggles to catch his breath.

Naima lets out a contented sigh, smiling as she nestles against his chest. “Guess that was a Christmas gift for both of us, huh?” she murmurs.

Roman chuckles, his lips meeting her forehead. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for, baby.”

She smiles up at him, her heart warm and full. “And you’re mine. You don’t know what you’ve done for me, Roman.”

And with one more heartfelt kiss, they cling to each other, their bodies still buzzing from the most beautiful experience, knowing that the holiday season has brought them even closer—if that was even possible.

🎄THE END...for now.🎄

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Yuuji Itadori

Yuuji Itadori who constantly insists he’ll pay for your meal any time the two of you share a meal, insisting it’s just what his mother taught him.

Yuuji Itadori who isn’t the type to notice when you got your hair cut, yet he remembers things even you forgot you said.

Yuuji Itadori who brings back a small item from each adventure such as a flower he picked off the ground or a gift from a shop, telling you it reminded him of you.

Yuuji Itadori whom you’ve always known you had a special connection to, but always insisted was your best friend.

Yuuji Itadori who is constantly oblivious to his own charm, often forgetting how handsome he really is. You find yourself getting jealous when girls come up to him on the street giggling and asking for directions whilst he always says “those girls seemed nice!”

Yuuji Itadori who always sees the good in others, until someone hurts you.

Yuuji Itadori who has given you an ungodly amount of his hoodies with no protest because he secretly likes seeing you wear his clothes.

Yuuji Itadori who loves spending time with you, especially riding bikes together. He loves feeling your arms around him as the two of you laugh about the way Megumi made a weird face earlier.

Yuuji Itadori who got hurt again, only to be awoken by you crying at his side praying for him to be okay. He only wished he had kept his eyes closed to experience that moment a bit longer.

Sparkle divider: @bernardsbendystraws

[ana-reblogsposts]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

��𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -Tom Riddle x reader where they're bookworms both of them and they either read to each other to sleep or just sit in silence entangled in each other reading books - from a request from @beekeepingageissome.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 - @bernardsbendystraws

Y/N stood in the doorway of Tom's room, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched him from afar. They had a ritual of sorts, spending their evenings together in his cozy room, lost in the pages of their favorite books. Tonight was no different, yet something caught her eye as she entered the room.

Tom was reclined on his bed, completely engrossed in a book, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was the same one she had in her hands. It was her all-time favorite, a story she had read countless times, finding solace and adventure within its pages. But what made her eyes widen with surprise was the sight of numerous annotations scattered throughout Tom's copy.

She couldn't help but grin as she recognized his meticulous handwriting, and her curiosity piqued, she approached the bed. Tom looked up, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught her gaze.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased, his voice soft yet playful.

Y/N's smile widened as she shook her head, "I'm just surprised to see you reading the same book as me."

Tom shifted on the bed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I figured if it's your favorite, it must be worth exploring," he replied, patting the spot next to him.

Without hesitation, Y/N crawled onto the bed, settling herself beside him. Y/Nopened her own book, but her attention kept drifting to Tom's copy, where he had marked passages and left little notes that made her heart flutter.

She couldn't resist peeking at his annotations, each one making her grin wider. "Y/N would like this," "Just like Y/N," "I bet he's Y/N's favorite." It was endearing, and it warmed her heart to know that he had thought of her while reading.

Tom's smirk deepened as he noticed her reaction, and he opened his arms, silently inviting her to cuddle closer. Y/N gladly accepted, snuggling into his chest as they intertwined limbs, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

As they read together, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Tom, feeling overwhelmed by the love and affection he had poured into those simple annotations. She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her lips.

Tom returned the gesture, his lips brushing against her cheek as he whispered, "Continue your book, love. I want to talk about it later."

Y/N blushed at his words, her heart swelling with affection. She nuzzled closer to him, feeling grateful for this moment of intimacy and connection they shared. Together, they lost themselves in the world of their books, knowing that their love for each other only deepened with each turned page.

[mrsarnold]

girlll i swear every time i see your blog its getting prettier and prettier 😭😭😭 nowww how about some percy x oblivious!reader? where he tries EVERYTHING to hint at his feelings but reader still doesn’t see it 😭

can you see me im waiting for the right time. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : in the req !!

pair : percy jackson x fem!reader

warn : fluffy fluff, reader is oblivious, kisses, reader is a lil slow but its ok!!

note : im glad you love my theme !! sparkle divider creds : @bernardsbendystraws

percy jackson was losing his mind. He’d tried everything to show that he loved you. from sharing his favorite snacks, giving you his hoodie, and letting you win at capture the flag—but you still didn’t get it. Every time you called him your “best friend,” he felt like he was sinking faster than he ever could in the ocean. No matter how many hints he dropped, you stayed blissfully oblivious, leaving Percy wondering what it would take for you to finally see how much he liked you.

"percy look at this seashell", you said excitedly reaching down to grab the loner seashell. percy was so out of it he didn't even realize the seashell. he was thinking about how to tell you how he feels without being awkward.

when you realized his dozeout look you quickly stood up and walked over to him. "Perc? you ok", you asked gently trying to get his attention. he snapped out of his daze and nodded awkwardly, "yea just thinking i guess."

You tilted your head, unconvinced. “Thinking about what?” you asked, your voice laced with genuine curiosity. Percy hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit you’d seen a hundred times before but never quite understood. “Uh, just… stuff,” he muttered, his cheeks tinged pink as he avoided your gaze. You frowned but decided not to push him.

Instead, you held out the seashell, changing the subject. “Isn’t this one cool? It’s got this swirl pattern, kinda like a mini hurricane.” Percy took it from you, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, it’s… cool,” he said, but his voice lacked its usual energy. He wasn’t looking at the seashell; he was looking at you, wondering if you’d ever realize that the “stuff” on his mind was you—always you.

"well imma go get more", you said smiling brightly before walking away, leaving him to think. then a idea popped into that brain of his.

Percy walked around the whole beach to collect some seashells, pretty omes to your liking.

once he got all the ones he needed he started to spell out something on the sand with the shells. once he finished it spelt out, 'i heart you.'

Percy stepped back to admire his work, his heart pounding as he glanced at the seashell message shimmering in the sunlight. It wasn’t elaborate, but it was the best he could think of—simple and honest, just like how he felt about you. He stood there for a moment, debating whether to call you over or let you find it on your own.

When he finally spotted you walking back, a handful of new seashells in your arms, he felt a rush of nerves. “Hey, uh, can you come here for a sec?” he called out, trying to sound casual.

You glanced up, smiling as you made your way toward him. “What’s up, Perc? Did you find something cool?”

He motioned toward the ground, unable to form any words. You followed his gaze and froze when you saw the shells arranged neatly in the sand. “I heart you?” you read aloud, looking back at him in confusion. “You heart me? Like… as a friend, or—?”

Percy’s face burned, and he scratched the back of his neck. “Not as a friend,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled when he said that making him a little less nervous. "But y'know it's ok if you don't like me back i just thought i should something-", before he could finish you leaned up and connected thebtwo of you's lips.

"i like you too percy", you mumbled out between kisses making him smile against the kiss.

[matthewsturnwife]

Heart beat

Sparkles

Bow line

Neon stars

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws or @adornedwithlight ? Tbh, I don't remember where I got them from

[mrsarnold]

Could you do Annabeth x Hades!Reader (preferably wlw) headcannons? :)))

dangled in love stuck from you, by the glue . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : just some headcanons!!

pair : annabeth chase x hadeskid!reader

warn : fluffy fluff, cue glue song by beabadoobee, um kinda short bc im in a writers block !

note : im hades kid ( real ), sparkle dividers : @bernardsbendystraws

- ok hear me out... you made her a playlist 100% before dating but was to embarrassed to show her :(( so she found it herself

annie also has a whole journal entry on how y'all met !!

- claims your the sweetest girl even under all of your tough exterior :((

- she always talking to you about her likes you always write them down to remember

- always stargazing when chiron is fast asleep and camp is dark

- loves telling you about books that reminds you of her

vise versa with songs from you

- loves styling y'all hair with matching bows !!

- quite literally writes poems about you after every meeting and touch ( yes lovey dovey but i don't caresies )

- ( for my artists ) you draw her favorite things and always give it to her as a gift !

- black cat x labordoodle trope !!

- overall sweetest couple ever!

[mrsarnold]

it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart ! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

yesyes: playful flirting, talking to me through inbox, smut(depends on fandom)/fluff/angst, long or short requests, new friendships, anons

hmm..: heavy angst, nice pazzi fans

nono: RUDE pazzi fans , any -ists, homophobia, hate in my inbox (yuck), REAL PEOPLE shipping, rude people in general

creds :

set up inspo : @xoxochb

sparkle dividers : @bernardsbendystraws

fandoms :

- pjo

- horror fandoms

- sturniolo trips

- any music creators

- actors

who i do NOT take reqs for :

- octavian., brady noon ( please no ), any problematic people

currently taking a break from the wbb fandom so no reqs for that fandom tyy