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The Boy Next Door: Chapter Two

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Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, language, angst, violence

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“Uhhnnn, fuck...baby I’m comin’...”

Angelo’s deep, rough voice broke as he yanked a little too hard on Ivy’s hair, causing her to wince from the sharp pain. He thrust inside her just as hard a few more times before his body seized up, his pelvis mashed against her backside to make her feel him pulsing inside her as he came. Not for the first time, she was thankful condoms were a thing and she always insisted that he had one on him before he touched her; there was no doubt he would get her pregnant the next chance he got with the aim of tethering himself even deeper into her life. It was apparent in the desperation with which his admittedly above-average dick dug all up in her pussy every time they got together. On the bright side, his efforts got the job done…Well, that, along with the frantic circling of her fingers around her clit that never failed to drag her to a long-awaited nut that currently had her moaning noisily into her bamboo sheets. Thank goodness her daughter was a long way down the hallway, fast asleep in her four-poster bed, oblivious to the late night goings-on of her dysfunctional parents.

She hissed with relief when Angelo finally released his vice grip, flopping onto his back, his sweat-slick chest heaving up and down. The same old routine followed, with him lazily and unwisely reaching out for a cuddle, prompting her standard rebuff of rolling away from him. She waited patiently for the gradual shift in his breathing, from heavy to relaxed, signaling that he was out like a light. Glancing over to confirm, she rolled her eyes with a huff. This dude left the condom on. Again. Even in his sleep, he was making her clean up after him. Exhaling heavily, she reached over to carefully slide the thin latex off his dick and tie it up in a knot, climbing out of the bed to dump it in the trash can nearby. 

The lights illuminating the paved streets outside her home seeped through her bedroom windows, shedding more light than was necessary considering it was deep into the night. She padded over to the window to draw down the roller blinds, making a mental reminder to herself to keep them closed more often now that the house across was occupied. Her fingers wavered when she noticed that the lights of his bedroom were still on. It piqued her curiosity as to what would be keeping him awake at this late hour. Work, perhaps?

And then, almost on cue, the hulking figure of her new neighbor came into view, and her breath caught.

Roman stepped out of what was probably his bathroom, his towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. His hair was down, long, silky and clearly wet, the droplets of water glistening against his bare chest. He was walking around the room, seemingly acquainting himself with the new space. Ivy was on the money with the athletic physique, unable to take her eyes off his bulging muscles, the ridges of his abs, and the intricate tribal tattoos adorning his right arm, pec and half of his back that only embellished the majesty and beauty of this stranger. Standing there like the voyeur she’d become, she allowed her mind to wander, to wonder what those taut, rippling muscles would feel like pressed against her nakedness, his long hair fanning her face as his big body pinned her down…his voice, deep and rough and needy in her ear, talking her through her pleasure…

So entranced was she in her fantasy that she didn’t realize he had pivoted in her direction, fully facing the window, until it was almost too late. Her eyes widened as his hands slid south, unraveling the towel from his waist…

Gasping in alarm, she quickly turned away, fumbling with the blinds to snatch them shut. She leaned against the wall, her cheeks blazing, hand on her hammering heart as it dawned on her that she’d almost seen him naked.

And yet, as scandalized as she was, a small part of her wished she did. 

Damn.

Willing away the disappointment and the stirring in her loins, she dragged herself back to bed, hoping she would get some sleep.

Morning arrived too quickly for her liking, and she was up too early considering it was her day off, with her next shift not until tomorrow. Untangling herself carefully from Angelo’s clingy grasp, she rolled onto her side and checked the time on her phone charging on her nightstand. Seven a.m. was a decent hour to take Duchess out for a morning walk and be back home in time for Zaia to be out of bed so they could make red velvet pancakes together, assuming she wouldn’t be glued to her father’s side like she liked to be. 

Climbing out of bed carefully so as not to wake Angelo and kick off her day on a sour note, she threw on a forest-green sports bra and matching leggings from Actively Black, along with a pair of Nike sneakers, and wrapped up her hair in a bun on top of her head. Grabbing her phone and headphones, she stopped by Zaia’s room to check on her. As expected, her baby was sound asleep, buried beneath her Disney Princesses duvet. Ivy would have woken her up to join her but she wanted her to rest; she’d worked so hard all week in school and with her chores and therefore earned this Saturday morning lie-in. 

Laying by Zaia’s bedside, Duchess’ head snapped up when the door opened. She bolted across the room towards Ivy, her tail wagging excitedly, bouncing on her hind legs and pawing at her mama’s shins.

"Hi, girl! You awake? You’re a good girl, yes, you are!" Ivy cooed softly, shutting the bedroom door quietly before lifting Duchess in her arms to be attacked with excited licks and doggy breath. "Come on, let’s go for a walk." Grabbing her leash, harness and a water bottle, she headed downstairs and out the door. 

The route was a simple one, the expanse of tarred road sandwiched between rows of houses of various sizes and styles leading down a winding path to the public park. The weather was perfect, the fresh air sweeping over Ivy's face with a calming, peaceful feeling that was a stark contrast from the controlled chaos of her life. She let Duchess lead the way, the little dog stopping every now and then to sniff a tree or bark at an innocent squirrel. Another sharp turn round the bend brought them to the entrance of the dog park. Lowering her headphones around her neck, Ivy settled down on a nearby bench, watching Duchess run towards the puppy playground. It was relatively empty with just two other owners and their equally small dogs, but she was sure she’d leave once it became crowded. To pass the time, she scrolled through her unread emails, responding to the urgent ones while keeping a watchful eye on Duchess. A flash of movement to her left caught her attention, and looking up, her heart raced in her chest.

Slowing down to a stop on the pedestrian path, dusting his knees off, was Roman. Even with a beanie and a hoodie covering his head, there was no mistaking his striking features; the prominent cheekbones, the sharp jawline framed by his thick beard. His long-sleeved Nike shirt clung to his upper body, straining the fabric’s futile attempt to contain the burgeoning muscles underneath. Ivy found herself taking a swig of her water due to the heat that had nothing to do with the morning sun.

She shouldn’t have disturbed him. She should have let him go about his day - but her mouth and hand moved faster than her brain, waving from her seat, “Hey Roman!” She watched him glance around in search of her voice, a hint of apprehension on his handsome face before his eyes landed on her. His tight frown bloomed into a bright smile that sparked a sensation similar to the one last night when she was ‘spying’ on him. The way he walked exuded confidence and power, commanding the space around him, as she noticed, to her chagrin, other women doing double takes as he passed by them. 

"Wassup, neighbor? This seat taken?" he asked.

"Not at all,” she answered, a little too eagerly as he settled down on the opposite side of her bench, keeping a respectable gap between them which allowed her to gawk…respectfully. His dri-fit shorts accentuated the thickness of his thigh muscles that flexed when he shifted, inadvertently drawing her eyes there. She’d seen a lot of him last night and internally she craved more, craved to see exactly what lay underneath. The sunlight enriched his caramel skin, the light sheen of sweat giving him a vibrant glow. Ivy swallowed hard, willing herself to remain composed. “How’s your morning going?” she asked.

“Great, now that I’m talkin’ to you,” Roman smiled at her, leaning back in his seat to admire her in her sports bra and high-waist tights, her afro curls piled high on top of her head. “You look really nice.”

The blush threatened to burn her cheeks as she tugged shyly at her top. “Thanks. It’s just sportswear though.”

“Maybe, but that don’t change what I said,” he insisted, his deep brown eyes deliberately scanning her body. A shiver swept up her spine at the growing intensity as he looked at her. Flustered, she played it off by looking around for Duchess who happened to be just a foot away, racing two other dogs around the canine condo.

“I see you came alone,” Roman observed, “Your little girl alright?”

“She’s good. Sleeping in. She’s been a busy bee all week so she’s earned the rest. We’re gonna make pancakes when I get back.”

“Hmm, sounds delicious. I heard you call her Zaia? Am I right?”

“Correct. It means ‘precious’ in Arabic.” A fond smile fell over her features at the thought of her bright, beautiful little six-year old angel.

Roman nodded, digesting the information. “It's a great name. Pretty, just like her mama’s.” 

Ivy looked away, her grin now bashful. “Here you go again with the compliments.”

“We still on that, huh? You do owe me a couple yourself,” Roman replied with a cute smirk that made her warm all over. “I’m still working on it, tryna find the right time,” she joked.

“Any time is a good time for a compliment.” His smile faltered, his cheery tone hardening slightly, “Unless you’re worried about the boyfriend. He still bein’ a headache?” 

Ivy scoffed. She’d almost forgotten about him. Almost. “He's not my boyfriend. We share a child, that’s it.”

“Oh? He made it pretty clear when he was all over you and then tried to jump me.”

She almost laughed at that. One look at Roman quickly erased any scenario where he could be jumped. “About that…I’m really sorry…he can be a little…assertive sometimes,” she began.

But Roman shook his head, his nose turned up. “Don’t apologize for him. He might be your kid’s father but you’re not responsible for his foolishness.”

Most times he didn’t give her a choice in the matter, forced to deal with the mess afterwards. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” she sighed.

“That’s my point. There shouldn’t be a next time,” he replied, staring into her eyes, the sincerity radiating from them unnerving her a little. Her issues with Angelo was the last thing she wanted to talk about, especially with a relative stranger. Thankfully she was given a way out as the playground started to fill up with more people. “Well, I’ve been out long enough. It’s time I headed home,” she announced, getting to her feet. “Duchess! Come here, girl!”

"Cute little puppy. How long have you had her for?" Roman enquired, watching her hook the leash and harness around the puppy.

"About three months. She was Zaia’s birthday present from my friend Gemini. She’ll be eight months old next week. She and Zaia keep me fit with their combined energy," Ivy explained with a laugh, going quiet for a moment. “What happened to your hand, by the way?” She nodded at the white crepe bandage wrapped around his left hand that was peeking through his sleeve. 

Glancing down, he cleared his throat and shifted his hand out of view, seemingly embarrassed by his injury. “Oh. Knife wound. I was meal prepping and accidentally sliced my palm. A little bit of bleeding but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Wow, that must have hurt. I can take a look at it if you want, make sure it’s-”

Roman smiled and waved away her concern. “I know that’s your nurse instincts poppin’ out, but I’m fine. Don’t worry your pretty little self. But who knows? Maybe somewhere down the road I might need you for…other things,” he finished with a sly wink.

The lowered bass of his voice had Ivy biting her lip at the blatant innuendo, not missing the way his eyes flickered to her mouth. She grinned sheepishly and shook her head, tugging gently on Duchess’ leash. “Alright then, I’ll leave you to your workout…”

“I’m done, actually, and I’m about to head home. I can drop you off too, if you'd like. I drove here,” Roman offered.

For a split second, she imagined Angelo’s reaction to her pulling up in another man’s car. But the visual was gone as quickly as it surfaced. It was none of his business. “Sure.” 

As they approached the parking lot, her eyes widened as he remotely unlocked the doors to a shiny, sleek black Maserati GranCabrio. “Is that yours? Oh, you ballin’, ballin’,” she remarked, noting the blush creep up his cheeks as he opened the passenger’s door for her. “I do alright,” he mumbled.

“Wow. What do you do? I don’t think I’ve asked.” 

“I’m a Senior Finance Manager at an accounting firm downtown,” he answered, starting the car and letting the top down. “But I also freelance for private individuals, angel investors, pro and college athletes. I mainly work remotely, so you’ll be seeing me at home often.”

Ivy settled in her seat, awed by the lush beige color of the interior, feeling slightly intimidated being inside such an expensive car. “Well, they’re treating you real well,” she said. 

“They’d better, I work my ass off for ‘em,” Roman chortled, backing out of the parking lot. 

Conversation flowed easily on the drive home. Ivy did her best to keep her eyes on the road, but she couldn’t resist taking the occasional peek at Roman while they chatted. She noticed he was doing the same, sprouting more butterflies in her belly. As they pulled up to their street, he killed the engine next to his sidewalk. A tentative silence fell between them that would probably have been suffocating if it weren’t for Duchess’ routine panting. Ivy dared another glance at the big man, the feeling in her stomach intensifying as those gorgeous eyes of his lingered on her again.

“Thanks for the ride, I appreciate it,” she whispered, gathering Duchess in her arms.

Roman smiled. “Not a problem. Tell Zaia I said hi.”

“I will.” Another long look, another grateful grin before she stepped out of the car and crossed the street towards her front door, fully aware that his gaze was still on her, fully aware that she liked his gaze on her. A lot.

However, a deep frown replaced her giddy smile when the door swung open, Angelo standing there, his face like thunder. The darkening of his light eyes as he glanced over her shoulder and the sound of the Maserati’s door slamming shut told her the two men had locked metaphorical horns, the tension pulsing from both sides.

“What the fuck! I know I ain’t just seen you come out of his car,” Angelo hissed.

“Wassup, man. Ivy, you good?” Roman called out behind her. Stoking the fire.

Quick to douse it before it raged, Ivy threw a smile his way. “I’m fine! Thanks again!” Not waiting for a reply, she ushered Angelo back into the house and set Duchess on her feet, the puppy immediately dashing away in search of Zaia. “If you must know, I ran into him at the park and he offered to bring me home,” she explained, entering the kitchen. “I had to apologize to him for that disrespectful crap you pulled yesterday. I get along with all my neighbors and you’re not about to fuck that up for me.”

“Get along, huh? Zaia coulda seen you. How you think that’s gonna look, her mama joyriding with some other dude, huh?” Angelo demanded, his eyes narrowed accusingly.

Incensed, Ivy spun around, glared at him. “Are you using my daughter to gaslight me, Angelo? Seriously?”

“Our daughter, Ivy! You out here lookin’ like a thot and for what? Is that the example you wanna set for our kid? Where’s your sense of self-respect?”

Clearly, the audacity of the man she called her daughter’s father knew no bounds. “Respect?! Like the respect you showed me when you cheated on me?” Ivy countered, crossing her arms, fire in her eyes. “When you only came crawling back because that bitch dumped your slow ass and left for California? When you refused to be in ‘your kid’s’ life until you had a DNA test done, despite your dumbass knowing you’re the only one I was with? Refresh my memory, Angelo!” 

Silence. Deafening. Tense. Truth.

Angelo shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke, his tone low and exasperated. “Why you keep doin’ this shit, Ivy? How many times do I gotta apologize for that?”

“I don’t want your apology. I don’t need it,” she snapped. “You lost my trust a long time ago and nothing you say or do will ever change that. Period.” She trailed off, focusing on the clock on the wall like she’d learned to rein in her emotions. It was only eight o’clock and she had a headache already. Rinse and repeat. “Don’t you got some conference to be at?” she threw at him, eager for him to be out of her face.

Bristling at her harsh dismissal, Angelo sucked his teeth, snatching his belongings off the countertop. “Ol’ meathead ass gives you some attention and now you got a fucking attitude.” His sigh was heavy and dramatic as he finally, thankfully walked away. Her eyes closed with a sigh of her own, the familiar gnawing in her chest surfacing as she overheard her daughter’s sniffles from the living room pleading with her daddy not to go, him soothing her and promising that he would be back soon. Her heart broke for Zaia, but selfishly, she was glad he was out of her space, even going as far as to wish, yet again, that he could take it one step further and be out of her life, too.

A crime documentary come to life. 

The news reporter stood in the neck of the woods, under the shaded protection of a few giant sequoias and a couple of smaller deciduous trees, a short distance away from a clearing that was cordoned off with caution tape guarded by several uniformed cops. In the background, a body bag was being loaded onto a gurney. The face of the victim splashed across the screen made Ivy’s blood run cold.

She’d seen the young woman, Rhea, just three days ago at the hospital. They didn’t interact, but she was hard to forget with her pale skin, numerous tattoos and goth clothing that stood her out from all the other patients at the Gynecology ward. Never did Ivy imagine she’d be dead just days later. Murdered. The news said she had been reported missing yesterday and was found by a jogger, bound and gagged with her throat slit from ear to ear. The woods were close to the dog park, so to know that such a horrific crime was committed so nearby, while she was out there just this morning with Duchess, sent chills down her spine.

“I’m still in shock,” she confided in her best friend Gemini over FaceTime, adjusting her iPad on her kitchen island. “I remember seeing her in the hospital earlier this week. She was so young, barely in her twenties. Who could have done that to her?”

“That’s what everyone’s trying to figure out,” Gemini said, her expression grim as she lounged on her patio. “I spoke to Officer Gable. He says she was killed in her home then her body was dumped in the woods either last night or early this morning.” She dropped another bombshell. “And get this…this hasn’t been made public yet, but they also found a positive pregnancy test in her backpack.”

Ivy clapped a hand over her mouth, floored. That poor girl was pregnant?! “Oh my god.”  

“I know, it’s wild. They’re looking for her boyfriend, Dominik. Apparently he’s outta town but they’re ruling him as the prime suspect,” Gemini went on, “If you ask me, I think there might be a serial killer on the loose. She’s not the only one that’s turned up dead in the last few months in the surrounding counties.”

If it weren’t for the severity of the situation, Ivy would have rolled her eyes. “What? Gem, don’t start with all that again.”

“Girl, you haven’t been following this like I have. Similar cases happened in the last three months in Fairfield and Middlesex. Twenty-something women. Throats slit, dumped in ditches and bushes. The M.O.’s are all the same.”

Casting a quick glance over at the living room where Zaia was dancing with Duchess to ‘The Veggie Dance’ by Gracie’s Corner, Ivy shifted to a quieter side of the kitchen to prevent her baby from overhearing this gruesome conversation. “Well, let’s not jump to conclusions when the police don’t even have all the facts. What does the group think about this?” she asked, referring to the local Neighborhood Watch of which Gemini was a member. In the three years she had lived here, they had only dealt with vandalism and break-ins. To her knowledge, nothing this violent had ever occurred in this harmless, almost sleepy little town, and it spooked Ivy that it happened so close to home.

“We’re having a meeting tomorrow to update everyone and address safety concerns we know will be brought up. Make sure no one’s panicking unnecessarily.” Gemini chuckled at the trepidation on her friend’s face. “Girl, relax. Zaia, Duchess and I will protect you.” There was a brief pause as she stood up from her lounge chair and walked around her backyard pool. “Want me to come over later? I haven’t seen my two babies in a while.”

Enticed by the thought of having company that wasn’t Angelo, Ivy happily replied, “Of course, babe, you never have to ask. How about dinner tonight?” 

“You know I could never say no to your cooking.” Gemini wrinkled her nose. “But if that bitch baby daddy of yours is still lurkin’ then I’ll pass.”

“Nope. He’s away for the weekend,” Ivy assured her.

“When will I hear he’s away for good?” Gemini prodded, her words drawing a sigh of defeat from Ivy. It said a lot that none of her friends got along with Angelo. If she had a dime for every time Gemini warned her to get rid of him, she’d be living in the Hamptons instead. But she understood that she was only looking out for her and she would always appreciate it and reciprocate accordingly.

Beautiful, wisecracking and often cynical, Gemini was a successful, high-powered corporate lawyer with a love for fashion trends and (Ivy called this an obsession) crime and mystery shows that fed into her crazy, oft-amusing conspiracy theories. Like Ivy, she often had it tough with relationships, swearing off men every couple of months. It didn’t help that suitors were usually intimidated by her financial status and her brash, blunt nature. But all of that also came with a heart of gold. Ivy would never forget her hospitality, being the first to welcome her and Zaia with open arms when she first arrived in town. Helping her secure the mortgage on her house. Taking Zaia to the local dog shelter on her birthday and pairing her little girl with the most loyal companion she would probably ever have. She was the life of the party everywhere she went, including Ivy’s household, as she sauntered through her doorstep later that evening with a big bottle of Pinot Noir and an even bigger hug for her favorite niece. The wine was very welcome, as Ivy was forced to abstain around Angelo who was a recovering alcoholic. 

Together, the women moved the food to the dining table, with little Zaia playing her role as the dutiful assistant to her mama and aunt and filling up Duchess’ food and water bowls. As they settled down to eat, a knock on the front door startled them, their heads whipping in its direction. Gemini exchanged a look with Ivy. “Expecting someone else?” 

“No…” With a heightened sense of caution, Ivy crept towards the door and opened it, surprised to see Roman standing behind it. “Hey,” she greeted, a hint of concern in her tone. “What’s up? Everything alright?”

“Hi…wow,” His greeting was distracted, rendered temporarily speechless as he took in her sweater minidress that clung to her generous curves. “Uh…sorry if this is a bad time, but I was wondering if I can borrow some sugar? I’m trying to bake cookies for my office party in the morning and I haven’t got time to run to the store.” Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he continued, “I know it’s cliche as hell, but I thought I’d come over and ask since your cooking smells so delicious.” 

Corny request or not, it was way too charming to turn down. Not that she would. “Mr. Compliments does it again. Come on in.” She motioned for him to follow her inside and into the warm, homey atmosphere of her kitchen. His eyes glossed over the spread of food on the table, then fell upon the two other sets of eyes staring back at him, one innocent, the other suspicious. “I see I’ve interrupted dinner, sorry about that, ladies,” he said, a demure, friendly smile gracing his lips as he waved.

Gemini got to her feet, almost burning a hole through this stranger with her sharp gaze. “Ivy, who is this?” she demanded with an attitude, making Ivy shake her head behind Roman’s back. Her friend always had a hard time warming up to new people.

“Gem, this is Roman, my new neighbor. He moved across the street a couple of days ago. Roman, this is my friend Gemini,” she introduced them, watching Roman extend his hand, the other woman hesitating for a long beat before shaking it. “Hi, Gemini. Nice to meet you.”

Gemini gave him a tight smile. “Hi. So you’re the one who got that big ass house.”

Well, that went as well as it could have.

“Zaia, wanna say hello to Mr Roman?” Ivy encouraged her daughter. The little girl cocked her head to the side, and Roman noticed how much she resembled Ivy at that moment. “Hello, Mr Roman. You’re really tall,” she pointed out, her eyes filled with awe. 

“Thank you Zaia, I get that a lot,” he laughed, crouching down to pet Duchess who had bounded over happily, recognizing him from earlier this morning. Ivy rummaged through her walnut kitchen cabinets looking for the bag of sugar she had purchased a month or two ago. Locating it, she handed it to Roman along with a small-sized cookbook. “Here. You can use as much as you need. And I earmarked the page for the recipe for chocolate chip cookies, in case you need it.”

“You are so kind. I appreciate that,” said Roman, his deep brown eyes shifting downwards shyly. The subtle action did something to her, compelling her to utter next,

“Would you like to stay for dinner? We’re having Cajun chicken pasta and Caesar salad,” she spoke up, ignoring the look Gemini leveled at her. It was the way his eyes softened right away, clearly touched by her gesture, that let her know she did the right thing.

“I’d love to.” His smile lit up the room, warming Ivy’s heart. This was her house. She could invite anyone she wanted. Attraction aside, Roman seemed like a really sweet guy that just needed new friends in this new town.

In no time though, he and Zaia became fast friends, discussing everything from their favorite cartoons and hobbies to their favorite subjects at school, and the rather funnier topic of why the adults could have wine and she couldn’t. Even Gemini seemed to warm up to him over the course of dinner, also seduced by his charm and wit. Watching them all talking and laughing caused a funny sensation to stir within Ivy, but she banished any wayward thoughts before they had the chance to settle. 

Afterwards, Roman began to gather dishes and stand, prompting Ivy to rush over before he could move too far. “Er, no booboo. You’re a guest here.” She turned to her daughter. "Baby, why don't you take your fruit salads to the living room and turn on the TV for Mr Roman?” she suggested.

“Yes, ma’am! Come on, Mr Roman.” Zaia’s little fingers closed around his thick forearm, Roman briefly glancing back at her mother as he was all but dragged away, Ivy simply giving him a reassuring smile as they disappeared from the kitchen.

“You like him.” 

Never one to beat around the bush, was she? Gemini’s words shook Ivy inwardly as she fought to maintain a poker face. “Girl, we’ve only known each other for a couple of days.”

“And he likes you,” Gemini continued, easily rebuffing her lame excuses. “I saw the way y’all kept looking at each other, you giggling like a damn school girl at his jokes. You could cut the tension with a damn steak knife. I wonder how Angelo’s gonna feel about that.”

Ivy raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care about Angelo’s feelings?” 

“Never. But I bet he’d combust into flames if he was here,” Gemini smiled evilly.

Sighing heavily, Ivy loaded the last plate in the dishwasher. “Do you know he got into it with Roman on the first day? A whole shouting match. Barely twenty-four hours since the new neighbor moved in and he’s already fighting the guy. This was just me kinda trying to make up for it.”

“What?! I’d love to see that fight. My money’s on the dude that looks like a linebacker.” The stretch of silence that followed was ominous, and Ivy could already forecast her next words. “I’ll admit. He seems…nice. Sexy as hell. Charming and all that shit. But I need you to be careful, hun. There's an energy about him that I can’t put my finger on.”

Unsure she was ready for this lecture, Ivy rubbed her temples. “Judgmental much? You only just met him.”

“I’m good at reading people. You know this.”

“And I’m just being a good neighbor. You know this.”

“I do. You can’t help yourself, my sweet, wonderful bestie,” Gemini playfully nudged her friend with her shoulder. “But don’t forget you have a young daughter to look out for. I don’t want either of you to get hurt by getting too close too fast.”

Taking in a calming breath, Ivy spoke again, slow and measured to keep the peace. “Gem. I love you and I appreciate you always. But I’ll be okay. I promise,” she answered, her eyes shining with resolve.

As the two women continued to gossip, Roman stood silently by the entrance of the kitchen, his expression unreadable as he listened to every word.

Another long, tough week segued to another weekend of needed rest which found Ivy relaxing in her newly purchased hanging daybed, watching her daughter and her puppy play together as 2000s R&B tunes wafted through the Bluetooth speakers stationed in her backyard. However, her watchful eye was a bit distracted today as it kept glancing over her picket fence for any sign of Roman, who seemed to have vanished without a trace in the past few days. His outdoor chairs remained unoccupied, no coffee mug on his side tables, the house as quiet and empty as it was before he moved in. The serial killer discourse with Gemini and the feedback from the Neighborhood Watch had her feeling slightly more agitated these days, and as absurd as it was, she found herself hoping that her new neighbor hadn’t suffered the same fate as Rhea…

There was no need to worry. Maybe he was caught up with work, or was away visiting friends or family. Either way, she found herself missing his looming yet comforting presence, missed seeing the crinkles around his eyes that accompanied his sunny smile, longed for the longing glances they’d shared far too many times to count now... 

Blowing out her cheeks, she leaned back and closed her eyes, hoping to clear her head. For someone who she just met, he was on the brain way too much. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone in a long time and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. At all.

“Hi Mr Roman!”

Zaia’s excited voice, as well as the deep one that followed her daughter’s greeting, startled her from her thoughts as her eyes flew back open, landing on his big frame as he stood at the fence that separated their homes. Ivy rose to her feet, trying to ignore the relief, excitement and nervousness bubbling inside her as she approached him slowly, their eyes locked. Other than the bags forming under his irises, he was still as handsome as ever, his cable-knit sweater and dark jeans giving off that polished, modelesque aesthetic she’d become accustomed to.

“Hey, pretty lady,” he said to her, the sound of his voice deep and soothing and sorely missed.

“Hey, stranger. Been a minute. Are you okay?” she asked, getting her answer from the way he dragged a big hand down his face with a loaded sigh. She noticed the bandage was gone. “How’s your hand?”

“Good as new.” Roman lifted his now bare hand and rotated it for emphasis. “As for my absence, just work stuff. Back-to-back late hours. It be like that sometimes. I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” He met her stare with a knowing smile, the same smile that made her swoon since the day they first met, and not the first time had her averting her gaze, tugging coyly at the hem of her retro Backstreet Boys t-shirt. 

“I never got to properly thank you for dinner, and for the cookie recipe,” he continued, “It was a big hit at the office, everyone loved it.”

Ivy beamed. “Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m glad to hear that.” 

“Man, you saved my ass, that’s for sure. You’ve been so wonderful to me, Ivy, and I was hoping I could repay it by taking you out to dinner sometime.” Gauging her raised eyebrows, he chuckled softly as he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Ay, I woulda stayed home and cooked somethin’, but my skills could never measure up to yours or my wife’s.”

Wife.

This was the first time he’d mentioned a spouse of any kind. There was no ring on his finger, so there was a story there, one she felt compelled to know more about.

“Your wife…Is she not here with you?” she asked, treading lightly on what she could already tell was a sensitive subject.

Roman was silent for a moment, then when he spoke again, his voice was a little more than a hoarse whisper. “Nah, she isn't. She, uh, passed away last year.”

That explained it. The haunted expression she perceived lurking behind the vibrance of his eyes. Carrying the burden of grief and heartbreak that she empathized with more than he would ever know. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” she whispered. 

Clearing his throat, he managed a nod, returning the sincere look she gave him. “Thanks. It’s been…rough, to say the least. But I’m hangin’ in there. One day at a time, ya know?”

He looked so sad, so worn down by opening up about his loss, and it tugged at her heartstrings. Without thinking, she reached out to rub his arm, offering him comfort, solace. When his eyes shut at her touch, she feared she had toed a line, crossed it, even. Until he opened them again, the sadness wiped away by a searing heat she felt in her bones. Her heart raced as he shifted their hands to link their fingers together, sending a defibrillator’s worth of electricity through her curvy figure. Fuck. He was looking at her that way again. All intense and serious and sexy and all sorts of tempting. She didn’t want him to ever look away. 

There was no denying the mutual attraction that simmered between them. It was clear as day. But it was also clear that he was still grieving and was lonely and craved some semblance of comfort. Yet, she found herself wanting to give him that comfort. She wanted to get to know him. She wanted to jump over the fence and into his sturdy arms, wanted to kiss those soft-looking lips of his. To know what his hair felt like between her fingers…

How she missed it, she wasn’t sure. The roar of the engine of the Lexus pulling into the driveway, the owner of the vehicle storming through her house. She’d been so lost in Roman and in his aura and the intimate moment they were sharing that she hadn’t even heard Angelo barreling into her home like he always did until he was standing in front of them. Her deer-in-the-headlights countenance could not have helped her cause as Angelo looked from her to Roman and then back again, zoning in on their entwined hands, the bewilderment on his face giving way to blind wrath. 

“Motherfucker, I thought I told you to stay away from my girl!” Swiping Ivy aside with enough force to send her crashing against the fence, he shoved Roman hard in the chest, knocking him a few steps back. “Oh I see what this is! You wanna fuck my woman, huh?” 

“Angelo stop!” Ivy yelled as in the distance, Zaia began to cry. Grimacing through her pain, she tugged him by the arm and dragged him forcibly away, which was a tough task as he was nearly a foot taller than her, outweighed her by a good fifty pounds and vibrated with misplaced rage. Glancing behind her, she watched with an almost morbid fascination as Roman’s disposition completely shifted, his gorgeous face twisted with unbridled fury. 

“You put your fucking hands on me?!” In what seemed like slow motion, the much bigger and much taller man leapt smoothly over her fence like it was nothing. He propelled forwards with long strides like an angry bull across her backyard and into her house in a matter of seconds. “A’ight, I’m tired of being humble! You wanna fuss like a lil’ bitch, let’s go!” 

Guiding Zaia and Duchess to safety, Ivy’s anxiety reached a fever pitch as the two men stood literally nose to nose sizing each other up in the middle of her living room. “Guys, please! Zaia’s here!” she pleaded.

Angelo puffed out his chest as he eyeballed his adversary smugly. “Don’t get yourself hurt cuz you tryna comfort my bitch or my kid when I ain’t around. You in my house, fool,” he threatened.

Thick eyebrows raised in cruel amusement, Roman looked around the house. “Funny, I don’t see your name or your face anywhere.” He leaned in closer, his next words loud enough for only the other man to hear, “But pretty soon, your bitch gon’ be screamin’ my name and sittin’ on my face,” he bragged, pointing at his chin, hoping, praying that the punk bitch would take the bait. 

Too easy.

With teeth bared, Angelo swung at him. Wildly and carelessly enough for Roman to dodge easily and retaliate with his huge fist smashing into the other man’s face. There was an ugly cracking sound, and blood spurted from Angelo’s nose as his head snapped back and he stumbled backwards.

“Stop it! Stop it right now!” Ivy cried, but it was to no avail as Angelo lunged again, crashing into Roman. She threw herself between them, trying and woefully failing to pull the warring men apart who were seeing nothing but red as they beat the crap out of each other.

“Daddy, stop fighting! You’re gonna hurt Mama!”

Zaia, bless her brave little heart, was at her father’s side, tugging desperately on his sleeve. It all happened so fast, Ivy only able to see the moment Angelo lashed out blindly, his hand smacking Zaia right in the face. Her scream of pain as her little body collapsed on the ground pierced the air, plunging the room into stone cold silence.

“Mama!” Zaia burst into fresh tears as she clutched her face with one hand, the other reaching out to Ivy who quickly rushed over, scooping her into her arms and gently cradling her little head as she wailed loudly and clutched at Ivy for dear life.

A bloodied Angelo clambered to his feet, visibly devastated by his mistake. “Baby…Princess, I’m so sorry…Daddy didn't mean—”

“No! Don’t touch her!” Ivy snapped, backing away. Enough was enough. “I told you to stop. I told you!” Grasping her baby carefully, she glowered at him through unshed tears of anger. “Get the fuck out of my house! Now!” she hissed.

Swallowing hard, Angelo edged forwards again, his eyes full of regret and focused on his daughter sobbing into her mother's shoulder. “Zaia-”

“I said get out!” Ivy shouted again, feeling for the first time in a long time, nothing but disgust towards her ex-boyfriend. “I’ve had enough of your childish bullshit, enough of you!” She hated cursing in front of her baby girl, but her father had pushed her to her absolute limit. “Leave and never come back. You’re not welcome here anymore.” He could perform his fatherly duties from across town. Today was the last day he was setting foot in this house. 

Stunned, his face contorted indignantly at her words. “You playin’, right? You seriously gonna do this? It was an accident! Zaia, come here. Come to Daddy,” He extended his hands towards his daughter, his features sagging in dismay when she burrowed deeper into Ivy’s bosom, refusing to look at her dad as her sniffles intensified. 

“She asked you to leave. Several times.” Roman towered over Angelo menacingly, his big body shielding Ivy and Zaia. “Don’t make her repeat it again.” 

Angelo tilted his chin defiantly. “And if I don’t?”

“Then you deal with me. I’ll be happy to whoop your ass again,” Roman said simply, silently daring the son of a bitch to make a wrong move. 

“Baby, you trippin’. That’s my daughter! This meathead nigga needs to know that he’s oversteppin’! You’re mine!”

“No I’m not!” Her reply was cold and exhausted. “We’ve been over for years, Angelo! Get that into your thick skull and get out of my life!”

Scoffing snidely, the man’s blood-stained sneer was a frightening visual as he walked backwards out the front door, talking his shit on his way to his car. “You’re not keepin’ me away from my child. You need me, Ivy. You’ll come crawling back,” he growled, then pointed angrily at Roman, “And whoever the fuck you think your bitch ass is, bet, I’mma see about you...”

Roman stood in the driveway, muscular arms crossed over his torn, blood-stained sweater, watching like a hawk as the piece of shit backed out onto the road and drove off. He looked down at Ivy to his left. “Are you oka-”

But she had already retreated into the safety of her house, slamming the door shut. Roman returned his attention to the Lexus driving down the street, silently vowing that today would be the last time Angelo would ever be seen again.

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[thealliasylum]

This is a recipe for a toxic relationship or a toxic bitch 🥸😍

Paring: Roman Reigns, Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral, P in V, language, body fluids, 18+, Minors DNI

Word count: 2,726

Summary: During an unexpected night in a penthouse together, the atmosphere grows tense as the reader struggles to keep her composure around him. Their bond, usually defined by lighthearted friendship, deepens into something raw and passionate after an unnerving encounter with a snake leads to Roman rescuing her and an intimate moment between them.

I stood on the edge of the dock, staring out at the shimmering skyline from Roman Reigns’ penthouse balcony. We were only here for the next event, and it was a surreal upgrade from the cramped hotel rooms we usually got. The place was pristine, everything decked out in sleek, dark finishes, floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the whole city below like it was on display just for us. The stars had come out, faint against the city lights, and the air smelled faintly of the ocean.

Roman and I… well, we had one of those friendships that just made sense, filled with inside jokes, sarcastic banter, and the kind of warmth you don’t expect from a guy who looks like he was carved from stone. Sure, the world might see Roman Reigns as the hottest guy alive — and I get it, trust me. He's built like a god, his voice practically drips charisma, and every glance he throws could melt steel. It’s no wonder women go weak at the knees around him. But, see, I’d gotten used to ignoring the obvious. We were friends, just friends, and that was that. Mostly.

But now? Whoever thought it was a great idea to put me in the same penthouse suite with him for the night… well, they either had a cruel sense of humor or they just wanted to see if I’d make it out alive. It’s one thing to bump into him in the hallway or share a few laughs over lunch; it’s a whole different thing to spend an entire night sharing the same air, the same silence, the same damn rooftop view with this guy. I swear, they’re trying to kill me — or maybe, just maybe, test my resolve.

Roman steps up behind me, his presence instantly filling the space as he hands me a glass of wine. I turn around, and there he is, standing in nothing but a pair of low-hanging black sweatpants. His abs catch the faint light from the city, each defined muscle casting a subtle shadow, and his dark hair falls messily around his face. I swear, he’s either trying to test my patience or push me past my limit. My heart skips a beat as I meet his gaze, and I scramble to find my words. 

"It’s nice up here,” I manage, trying to distract myself from the pure temptation standing inches away. 

He lets out a dark, low chuckle that makes my stomach flip. “Yeah, a hell of a lot better than those cheap-ass hotels Triple H sticks us in,” he says, walking closer, his elbows leaning on the railing beside me. I can smell the faint, earthy scent of his cologne, and every bit of my concentration is going toward acting normal, keeping my cool. 

I force myself to look away, back over the city, pretending the view is somehow more interesting than him standing next to me. But just as I’m about to speak, he tenses, his expression changing.

"Shit, don’t move," he whispers, his voice low and cautious.

My eyes widen as I register the seriousness in his tone, and then I feel it — something smooth and cold coiling around my ankle, brushing against my skin. My breath catches as I slowly glance down, heart hammering, to find a small, red snake winding itself upward, tightening slightly with each small shift of its body.

Fear jolts through me, freezing me in place. My mind races, but my limbs refuse to respond as I look up, locking eyes with Roman, my silent plea for help clear. His eyes stay on mine, steady and reassuring, but I barely catch the calming look before my vision goes blurry and fades, my knees buckling as I sink into darkness.

“Y/N!” The sound of my name cuts through the fog in my mind, yanking me back to reality with a sharp intake of breath. My own scream echoes around us, bouncing off the stone walls and dissolving into silence as I feel hands clutching my arms, grounding me. Blinking, I look up to find Roman’s face inches away, his usual calm replaced with wide eyes and a look of relief mixed with panic. His face is pale, breath shallow as he chokes out, “Jesus…” 

Before I can process what’s happening, he pulls me close, wrapping me in his arms, his chest solid and steady beneath me. I lean into him, my heart racing as his warmth seeps through me, helping me catch my breath. We’re not on the dock anymore. Somehow, during my blackout, he must have carried me inside. It’s quiet now, just the faint hum of the city beyond the walls, his presence a grounding force as my pulse slowly calms.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers into my hair, his voice so soft I almost miss it. “It’s gone.”

My fingers grip his shoulders, his touch as unyielding as stone, yet somehow gentle, as if I might break. I nestle into his embrace, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, a sharp contrast to my own shaky breaths. Once again, I’m struck by the contradiction that is Roman Reigns — this man who walks through the world with a cold, untouchable exterior, seemingly indifferent to everything around him. And yet, here he is, holding me with a kind of warmth and protectiveness that feels almost… personal.

We stay like that for a moment, pressed together, my face buried in his chest, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne and the warmth radiating off his skin. Every beat of his heart pulses against mine, each thrum sending small shocks through my entire body. And then, curiosity gets the better of me — a curiosity I’ve tried to bury, one that makes me wonder about every part of him. The way he feels. The taste of his skin. The strength beneath that solid frame…

“Roman?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Yes, baby girl?” he replies, his voice low, steady, as his hand threads gently through my hair, the motion soothing and possessive all at once.

“Kiss me,” I breathe, feeling my pulse spike as the words hang in the air. His hand pauses, his touch suddenly rigid. His dark eyes hold mine, and for a moment, it’s as if he’s at war with himself, his jaw clenched.

“Please,” I add, so softly I’m not sure he even hears it.

He closes his eyes briefly, his expression a mix of desire and hesitation. “You have no idea what you’re asking,” he murmurs, his voice strained.

“But I do,” I insist, my hand moving down to press against his abdomen, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tension beneath it. He lets out a half-laugh, half-groan, his control slipping. My fingers explore the ridges of his toned torso, daringly close.

Then, with a swift motion, he catches my hand, guiding it lower, pressing it firmly into him, and I can feel his response to me, heat radiating, his sheer strength and size beneath my fingers. My breath hitches, heart racing at the forbidden intimacy, at the power I hold in my hand. A low, dangerous growl escapes his parted lips as his fingers tighten around mine.

“Keep doing that,” he murmurs, voice rough with warning, “and you’ll be in a world of trouble.”

"Maybe I like trouble," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. Roman’s dark gaze sharpens, and in one swift motion, he pins my wrist against the wall beside me, his grip firm yet controlled. A rush of excitement pulses through me, electric and undeniable.

“Baby girl, we *can’t*—you just passed out cold.” He gestures toward the dock outside, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “For God’s sake, you had a snake wrapping around your leg.”

“And I’m pretty sure anyone would pass out if a snake was slithering up their leg,” I counter, meeting his intense stare with a steady one of my own. His lips curve into a smirk, but his grip doesn’t soften.

“So you’re still here, still asking me to kiss you,” he murmurs, his voice low and edged with something dangerous. “Why is that, baby girl?”

I swallow, a spark of confidence pushing me to answer honestly. “I got… curious. I’ve heard stories about you,” I admit, my words laced with intrigue. “Wondered which ones are true.”

His eyes narrow, just a fraction, but it’s enough to notice. “Stories?” he echoes, leaning in just a little, his breath warm against my cheek.

I nod, nerves twisting inside me as I confess, “People say… you only do it from behind.” I hesitate, my heart pounding. “That you don’t like kissing… or being face-to-face.”

The tension thickens, like a tangible force crackling between us, almost too charged to breathe in. Teasing him feels like playing with fire, yet I’m drawn to it, drawn to him, to the challenge hidden in his stare. His grip on my wrist tightens, just enough to remind me of his strength.

His face softens into something unreadable, but instead of speaking, Roman releases me, stepping back and straightening to his full height, his eyes never leaving mine.

Roman takes a deep breath, his gaze locked on mine, that hint of danger still simmering in his eyes. For a moment, he just stands there, towering over me, his expression unreadable. I wonder if I’ve finally pushed him too far, if maybe my teasing has crossed a line neither of us are ready to admit exists. But I can’t bring myself to look away.

He breaks the silence first, his voice low and controlled. “You think you know me? From stories?” He chuckles darkly, almost to himself, before his gaze sharpens, the intensity of it sending a shiver through me. “Let me make one thing clear, *Y/N* — the truth doesn’t live in rumors. And the truth about me… isn’t gentle.”

I swallow, trying to keep my voice steady. “Maybe that’s what I want to know.”

He tilts his head, assessing me with a level of scrutiny that makes me feel exposed, vulnerable. And then, in one fluid motion, he steps back, the distance feeling almost as charged as his touch. He gestures toward the couch, where the dim city lights outside cast shadows over the room, leaving a private, almost intimate darkness between us.

“Sit,” he says softly, and though there’s nothing overtly commanding in his voice, I can feel the weight of it. I make my way to the couch, his presence close behind, and the moment I sit down, he’s beside me, his gaze steady and piercing.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches out, fingertips grazing my cheek, the touch deceptively gentle. His thumb brushes along my jaw, his hand trailing down to tilt my chin up. “You want to know the truth?” he asks, his voice soft yet laced with a warning.

“Yes,” I whisper, breathless.

For a moment, he just watches me, his thumb idly tracing my jawline, sending sparks through my skin. Then, he leans in, close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips, the warmth radiating between us. He pauses, his eyes flickering to my mouth and then back up, searching, as if giving me one last chance to pull away.

“Remember, you asked for this,” he murmurs, before his mouth brushes against mine, the faintest touch that leaves me aching for more. When he kisses me fully, there’s nothing hesitant or gentle about it. His hands are in my hair, his body pressing closer, the heat between us undeniable. 

He leans in, pressing his tongue forcefully against my lips, igniting a passionate kiss that consumes us both. I respond eagerly, my own hunger for him matched by the intensity of his kiss. My hand slips down, fingers eagerly exploring, finding the outlines of his cock through the fabric of his pants. A low groan escapes his throat, resonating deep within me, as his hips instinctively thrust forward, seeking more of my touch. 

With a mixture of urgency and tenderness, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes smoldering with a potent desire that sends shivers down my spine. Slowly, he lowers me to my knees, the world around us fading as our focus narrows solely to each other. 

Roman's fingers deftly unbutton his pants, the sound of the metal clasp breaking the steamy silence between us. He pushes the fabric down just enough to reveal himself, and my eyes widen in surprise and anticipation at the impressive sight before me. The sheer size of him takes my breath away, beautiful and pink, has to be around 9 inches, and I instinctively part my lips.

With a deliberate slowness, he wraps his hand around his length, guiding the head towards my awaiting mouth.

As he stands before me, he takes a deep breath and locks his eyes onto mine. Slowly, he pushes forward, guiding his thick cock past my parted lips. Placing his hands on the back of my head, he tells me, 'Tap my leg if you want out,' while gazing down at me through his darkened eyes and the swaying of his hair. 

I nod in response, indicating my understanding of his instruction. In one swift motion, he thrusts his cock down my throat, taking control of the moment. I yield to him, allowing my tongue to circle his cock as his thrusts become increasingly sloppy. His head falls back, releasing a low, rumbling moan from his chest. His hands grip my hair tightly as his hips quicken their pace, and he begins to growl, 'Fuck... your mouth...' with each thrust punctuated by a sharp breath. Amidst his passionate exclamations, he acknowledges, 'You take it so well, babygirl,' maintaining intense eye contact with me. Tears well up in my eyes, streaming down my face as I continue to meet his gaze.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and yanks me up by my hair, so I'm standing in front of him. His hands slide down my shirt, gripping the hem and tearing it with one forceful motion. As he steps out of his pants, I hastily pull down mine, revealing both of us in our naked glory. He then grabs my cheeks and pulls me closer, saying, "Oh baby girl, if only you knew," in a teasing tone. I look up at him and plead, "Take me, please."

 In response, he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and catching me in a deep kiss. I can feel him getting ready to enter me, and then he pushes me down onto his throbbing cock, making me release a mixture of a deep moan filled with both pain and pleasure, 'Ugh, fuck...' Carrying me to the bedroom, he stops at the edge of the bed and proceeds to fuck me in the air, maintaining intense eye contact with me as I do the same, feeling him thrusting up into me repeatedly. I can feel the drool escaping my mouth, unable to control it as he lays me down on the bed, using one hand to turn me over so that I'm on all fours. 

Gripping my hips, I arch my back, inviting him to dominate me, and he obliges, pushing himself into me with a brutality that I don't resist, longing to feel him so deep that I'd lose myself. He continues to ravish me without holding back, making me forget my own name as he takes me to the brink of ecstasy over and over. An involuntary yelp escapes my mouth when he hits the spot that causes my back to arch, and Roman fists my hair, pulling me upright again. He intensifies his movements, the bed protesting with each thrust, until he finally reaches his peak, filling me with his essence as we both release a primal moan.

 Lying limp on the bed, my legs unable to move and my back aching, he delivers a firm spank to each of my ass cheeks. Leaning over me, he whispers in my ear, teasing, "Did I fuck your brains out, baby girl?" Sex with Roman was unlike anything I'd ever experienced – raw, animalistic, and soul-destroying in the best possible way, shattering every preconceived notion of who I was and molding me into something darker.

I lost myself in him. In sweet, filthy, depraved oblivion.

[thealliasylum]

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Acknowledge Him

Request: Roman in his ring gear? You know ... the black cargo pants, the black and red boots, the hair .... Like maybe f!reader mentions to him how sexy he is in that, so he surprises her one night by putting it on for her. daddy kink, of course. bonus points if he suplexes her onto the bed in an adorable, cute, super gentle way … thank you!!

Your wish is my command 😊😈 (hope you enjoy this as much as Suit & Tie hehe)

Warnings: daddy kink, dirty talk, p in v, mouth fuck, choking, tied hands, cuni, unprotected sex

Words: 3708

Author's note: Took me way too long to finish and release this one I'm sorry 😬, but college got me reallyyyy busy in the last weeks BUT I'm back now! :) I still have 3 requests to finish + Forbidden II (close to being done 😌) but I'll work on that this week

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Masterlist

Everyone can agree: Roman is one hell of a handsome looking man. That’s a fact. Not only did he have a beautiful looking face, he also had a body that could make –literally– everyone jealous. Standing in all his 6'3'’ glory, it’s hard not to look when his muscular frame is on full display, calling for your eyes to get lost in its enormity. Especially when he’s wearing those damn cargo pants. Every time he’s in the ring, you’re always struggling with how sexy he looks in them. His ass and thighs were always shaped perfectly in them –tight in all the right places– making him look 100 times more daddy looking, if that was even possible. Paired with his boots and wrestling gloves and his loose water-sprayed hair, it didn’t help making you throb with desire for him. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. The look made him look dominant and menacing. Just like you loved him. 

Of course, you had mentioned to him how irresistible he looked every time he wore them. When you got to spend time with him in his locker room while he prepared and warmed up before a match, you rarely could keep your hands to yourself. It almost always ended in you kneeling in front of him, his thick dick far down your throat, sucking him just minutes before he had to leave. 

There were two sides of him: in the ring he was Roman and outside of the ring he was Joe. Meaning, as soon as he was done with his matches and he would leave the wrestling environment, none of it existed anymore. Almost like he was living in two parallel realities, both of them separated and never combined. No wrestling gear, no character, no storyline, no kayfabe. 

You fell in love with Joe, but there was just something in the way he portrayed himself as Roman Reigns, the Tribal Chief, the Head Of The Table, that almost made you forget it was the same person in both roles. Always craving him, dominating you with his deep and commanding voice, asking you to ‘Acknowledge him’, teasing and spanking you until you couldn’t take it anymore and begged for ‘your Tribal Chief to do something’. Always wondered what it would be like to sit on Roman Reigns’s lap, feeling his big thighs under you, leaving little to the imagination. Always wanted your pussy to ‘acknowledge’ the thickness of his dick while you straddled him and rode the shit out of him. Always wanted to find out what it’d be like to fuck ‘The Tribal Chief’ Roman Reigns and everything that came with it–his wet hair tickling your skin, the way his leather gloves would feel grabbing your skin firmly, his black cargo pants and the way they’d feel while you ran your hands along his thighs and if he still was the champion, you’d want to fuck him with the belt around his waist–maybe even around yours. 

Not that sex with Joe wasn’t great, it was always breathtaking and never left you unsatisfied, but you couldn’t imagine how amazing sex with Roman would be either. You wanted the best of both worlds. Joe was dominant, but gentle, Roman was dominant and rough–you just knew it. Just the thought of being dicked-down by him was enough to make your pussy uncomfortably dripping wet.

Well, tonight was your lucky night. 

It was late at night. You had just gotten out of the shower, put on your sleepwear and done your nightly skin care routine, before making your way to bed. What you didn’t expect was for him to be there. Sitting on the bed, legs widely spread on the sheets, wearing his usual in-ring attire, the Tribal Chief was awaiting you. If he wanted to play, two could play that game…

“Roman Reigns??! The Tribal Chief, on my bed?! What did I do to deserve such an honor? What would my man say?”, you teasingly let out, covering your mouth in a fake-surprised gesture. You had a hard time keeping a straight face, this was just too good to be true–and too much fun. He was enjoying this just as much and it only just started. You could tell by the way his eyes grew more and more dark. Although, he was better at keeping his composure–his years of playing all kinds of characters and storylines definitely helped.

“Well… I heard from a friend of mine –a really nice guy by the way– that you wanted to acknowledge your Tribal Chief and you see..”, he moved his thumb over his lip, before moving both his hands on his lap, not diverting his gaze from you. “I give people what they want.” His voice was husky, waking up the butterflies sleeping in your tummy and the hairs all over your body almost felt alive standing up on your skin. Your pussy almost started purring for real and you almost had trouble breathing from the way this man made you feel with just his presence and words. The power of the Tribal Chief.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”, he patted his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap. “I promise I won't bite…”, the devilish grin he made only made you even more aroused and you had to control yourself from jumping on him and fucking the shit out of him. 

You were sure you would need to get rushed to the hospital by ambulance in a matter of seconds,  from the heart attack that was soon to occur with how fast your heart was beating right now. This man really had a way with words and even the simpler ones sounded so intoxicating coming out of his mouth. 

Still, it didn’t stop you from making your way towards him, obliging yourself not to run –that would be too much– and sitting on his thigh, the visible bulge starting to grow in his pants, not going unnoticed. Earning a low groan from him when you brushed it –voluntarily– with your ass. He brought his arm around you, his hand on your ass while his other was softly touching your knee. 

“So.. What can I do for you, my Tribal Chief?”, you looked up at him with innocent eyes and a smile, that meant everything but innocence. Bringing you closer to him, touching all over your thigh, his leather glove left chills down your skin with each stroke of his hand, he whispered in your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl?”, his lips teasing, brushing, the skin at the base of your neck. “Do everything I say?” 

You nodded ‘yes’, paralyzed to say or do anything else, but he wasn’t satisfied with your answer. “Use your words.”, he said, his eyes deep and serious and his voice commanding, forcing you to look at him. 

“Y-yes. Yes.” 

He smirked, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, my Tribal Chief.”

“Good.”, he finally let out. “Now… Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

One of his hands moved under your top, caressing the skin of your back and sides, while the other held your hair tightly in his fist, pushing your head up and exposing your neck for him to leave open mouthed kisses, only making you moan under his touch. His lips were soft and contrasted with the roughness of his beard. He then moved to your lips, capturing them in a sloppy kiss. His tongue exploring your mouth and tasting the toothpaste you just used before entering the bedroom. 

“Strip. Now.”, His tone didn’t sound like he was in the mood to play around. You had no choice but to do as he said. What the Tribal Chief wants, is what the Tribal Chief gets.

Still not moving, you could see and feel how impatient he was becoming. You gasped when he grabbed your neck firmly and choked you, forcing your gaze on him, “I thought I made myself clear… I. Want. You. To. Strip. For. Me.”, his eyes grew more deep and intense, almost scaring you, but surprisingly, it turned you on even more. And his voice, damn his voice, it still echoed through you, instantly dominating your whole body, making you submit to anything he wanted. “Now. You don’t want to make the Tribal Chief wait, do ya’?”

You almost lost your ability to talk, stuck under the hold he had on you, “N-noo, no my Tribal Chief. I’m sorry.”, standing up, you made sure to give him your best ‘I’m sorry’ look and smile, puppy eyes were always a winner with Joe, but Roman had more self control –or so it seemed…

“You better be. I don’t like when people disobey me.”, watching you slowly start taking off your clothes, he repositioned himself on the bed, his hand moved his hair out of his face and he scratched his beard, lust filled his eyes, locked on you. His gaze burned through you, igniting a fire in your body you weren’t sure could be extinguished. Your skin felt hot under your fingertips –maybe there really was a fire burning in you– and your cheeks were almost burning from the rush of blood traveling there. 

Standing in only your underwear, you watched as he slowly palmed himself through his pants, dick now fully erected and desperately cried for your attention. The sight alone made your pussy dripping wet–even more than it already was, feeling like a river flowed down there. You were about to continue pulling off your panties, when he motioned for you to ‘come here’ with his fingers, “C’mere baby girl.”

Smirking and eager for what was about to happen next, you didn’t wait a second swaying your hips over, situating yourself on his lap, straddling him. “Hello again, daddy.”, you whispered, brushing your lips against his, while your hands went to the back of his head, playing with his loose hair. You started moving your hips against him, running your hands all over his broad shoulders and chest.

“Hey, gorgeous.”, he said, smirking. He stayed there and enjoyed the view of your perfect body moving against his and how amazing it felt.

“You know…”, he licked his lips before continuing, “Joe wasn’t lying when he told me you had the body of a goddess…”. His eyes went down your body and back up, stopping at your boobs, cupping them with his big hands and pulling at the buds with his fingers–only making you moan and grind against him. He took your left nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it while cupping your right boob with his other hand–before repeating the action on the other one. Head thrown back at the sensation, no longer thinking straight, you let slip a ‘Joe’. He removed himself from your boobs and grabbed you by the neck, “You’re moaning his name while you’re grinding your wet little covered pussy against my cock?”, his voice was nothing but deep, almost screaming. “You’re just a pathetic slut.”, he shook his head disapprovingly. 

You couldn’t help but moan at the roughness in his words and voice. Never did you ever hear him speak to you like that and to be honest–you loved it.

“Daddy will have to teach you a lesson…”, his free hand came down hard on your ass, spanking you and taking you by surprise. “By the end of the night, the only man you’ll be acknowledging…”, he brought your face closer to his, “is me, your Tribal Chief. Understand?”

“Y-yes”, you struggled to let out, his hand still wrapped around your neck. 

“I’ll make you forget about Joe.” Your lips instantly moved into a subtle smile at his words–it was quite funny for him to talk about himself like that. Again, he was really good at this role-playing thing and he wasn’t going to let that one slide. “Oh, I’m funny now? It’s funny? I’m funny to you, uh?”, he moved his hands from you, instead moving them on his face, looking desperate. “Get up.”, he almost pushed you off him and stood up, smacking your ass hard while doing so. “We’ll see if you’re laughing after that…”

Before you could even realize what was happening, Roman wrapped his arms around you, made sure he was positioned correctly, and elevated you in an effortless suplex position. Letting out a scream as your back hit the mattress, your eyes wide from what just happened, all you could hear was your own rapid breathing and the laugh that came out of him. “What do you think of that? Ain’t laughing now are ya’?”

“You’re cra-.”

“Watch your mouth.”, he sternly looked at you. “In fact… why don’t you put it to good use?”, his eyes moved down to his crotch–no words needed for you to understand what he hinted at. 

“What if I don’t?”, you sat down on your knees, crossing your arms. 

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to…”, he got closer to the bed, his eyes sending warnings your way. “No one says no to the Tribal Chief. I always get what I want.”, he unbuckled his pants, took your wrists in his hands and locked them together using the belt. Pulling his dick out of his underwear and pants, he forced your mouth on his dick, “Now take it. I want you to choke on this dick. And don’t you dare move your hands off your lap.” 

Groaning, you obliged yourself to suck him, struggling with the fact you couldn’t use your hands to help you or at least touch him. “Aww, do you wanna touch daddy?”, he noticed the way your fingers kept moving, trying to grab a piece of him or anything–you could never stand not touching him. He knew that and always loved to tease you about it. It didn’t matter if it was Joe or Roman, teasing was in his DNA–he couldn’t help it. 

Pushing your hands further down he continued, “Too bad. I won’t let you touch me.”, he smiled, “You should have thought twice before talking, gorgeous. Actions have consequences.” He winked at you before grabbing your head in his hands, using your mouth as he fucked himself in your wet hole. For a second you struggled with how rough he was being and how deep he was in your mouth–touching the back of your throat. Almost choking and tears running down your eyes, you tried your best to relax your throat. “Breathe, baby girl. You can do it. I know you can take it.” He wasn’t wrong. You had become really good at taking all his dick in your mouth with all the practice you both did. His encouraging words and the way he looked –face contorted in pleasure, he looked so good– it helped you relax and you proved him your mouth was the perfect ‘fuck hole’.

“O-oh fuck yes. Just like that.”, his eyes looked down on you taking all his dick in your mouth and he groaned, throwing his head back doing so. Your mouth and tongue licking on just the right places were driving him crazy. When you started feeling his dick twitch in your mouth, he quickly pulled you off and brought your lips to his. His hand touched you through your underwear, feeling how damped the material was. “All wet already? For me? What a shame, I won’t get a taste of this pussy… You don’t deserve my mouth.”, he smirked and pushed you down further on the bed, taking your panties off and throwing them behind his back. You groaned and only wished you could force his head to your begging pussy –needing his mouth on you. He was teasing you, bringing his head inches away from your cunt–you could feel his hair brushing against your inner thighs and folds. “Mhmm please… please.”

“Please what?”, he laughed, “You wanna beg now? Uh?”, he was now getting even closer, his breath was hot against you and only made you groan and grind. “Look at you. A whimpering and squirming mess. At my mercy.”, his voice deep and only making you go insane even more.

“Just touch me, please daddy. I’ll be a good girl. Pleaseee.”, you sounded so desperate and the way you pouted your lips and looked at him, he couldn’t say no to his baby girl. 

“You look so beautiful begging for me”, not letting you answer him, he gave in and started eating your pussy like it was his first meal of the day. “Fuckkkk.”, your fingers went directly to touch –at what you could– his hair, grabbing at it. Taking your hands and pushing them up your head, he stopped his work on your pussy, “What did I say about touching? Your hands stay right there. Understand?” Nodding your head, he resumed his actions on your wet entrance. Sucking and licking everywhere, making you uncontrollably move under his touch. His hands, covered by his gloves, grabbed your thighs firmly, forcing you around his head, not letting you get out of his grasp. And then, he moved away and you felt your fast approaching climax slowly run away from you. “Noooo, why’d you stop?”

He laughed, “You really thought I was gonna let you cum? Nah, you’re gonna cum on this dick and this dick only.”, taking his dick in his hand he started pumping himself, looking straight at you. “You want it right?” The way his hand wrapped around his length, his long calloused fingers enveloping its thickness, his red glove covering his hand and his legs looking so good in those pants that still covered his thighs. It only made your mouth water and your eyes grow darker with desire. The man in front of you had no idea how sexy he looked right now. 

“Mhmm fuck yes. Take me. Take me daddy. Fuck me.”

“As you wish.”, he winked and pushed your legs open further, pushing his full length into you. The sounds that came out of you were animalistic and close to pornographic. Not letting you adjust to his size, he kept hitting harder and faster. The feeling was too much for you to handle –both hurting and pleasuring– bringing his hand to your neck, he choked you, the leather of the glove adding on to the feeling, brushing against your skin. 

“Nuh huh. You wanted my dick… You’re gonna take it…Don’t run away from me.”, he smirked, dropping your neck and holding your hips against his, not letting you move whatsoever. You had no other choice but to give in to his desires. You didn’t mind actually.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.. and wet…”, he groaned and brought his head back trying his best not to give in to your incredible pussy and burst into you.

“Mmhm, all for you Chief. All for you…”, you breathlessly let the words come out of your mouth, overwhelmed in the heat created between your connected bodies. “Oh fuck “, you could feel your orgasm fast approaching–and it wasn’t helping that he kept on touching your g-spot repeatedly with each of his thrusts, barely containing the words and sounds you made.

“That’s right… You’re gonna cum? Coat daddy’s dick with your juices?”, he said, feeling the walls of your pussy clench and squeeze around him, almost eating him whole completely. 

“If you keep that up, yesss.”, your eyes locked with his as you spoke and he took your legs, putting them on his shoulders and pushing your knees next to your head–folding you in half. The new position makes his dick go even deeper than it already was, pushing you faster and faster to the final release. His balls slapping against your clit, only adding to the overstimulation and intense pleasure as it finally took over your body, not even able to form a full sentence. 

He played with your breasts with his mouth, watching them bounce under each of his strokes. His words and touch only earned him a long and loud moan from you as you came all over him. He slowed down his movements a bit, watching you come down from your climax, your face relaxed and sweaty. “I’m not done with you yet…”, he whispered in your ear, kissing and biting down your neck. “Hope I didn’t tire you already…”, he smirked, slapping your ass, before he pulled out and moved you around so you were now on all four. 

“No… I’ll do anything for you my Tribal Chief.”, you teased him by moving your ass and shaking it, his hands playing with the cheeks and slapping them repeatedly. Then, without warning, he pushed his dick back inside your wet entrance and chased his own orgasm. 

“That ass is so hypnotizing. Fuck.”, his eyes couldn’t look away from your ass and you could feel his dick twitching. You started moving yourself on his dick, meeting each of his thrusts. “That’s it fuck yourself on me. Bounce on me.”, he started being louder, groaning and moaning, you knew he was close to the finish line. 

“You’re gonna cum Roman? You’re gonna cum in this pussy? Uh, daddy?”

“Y-yes, You want it? You want it uh?”, he took back the commands, driving his dick into your cunt faster, desperately wanting his release. 

“Yes, I want it daddy, please please please, cum in me. I wanna feel your cum in my pussy”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm close to taking over your body.

“Ugh fuck. Fuck.”, he almost collapsed on top of you from the power of his release, pushing your own release. “Shittttt, daddy. Fuck yes.”

••••• •••••

Coming down from your highs, Roman –Joe– pulled you to his chest, kissing your temple. 

“That was amazing”, you breathed on his neck.

“Yeah?”, he looked down at you, smiling, “I should call Roman again, sometimes.”

“I hate you.”, you chuckled, putting your hand on his cheek. “I love you too.”, he smiled and pecked your lips. 

After minutes of comfortable silence, laying in each other’s arms, he spoke again. 

“So, umm… Which dick is the best, mine or his?”, you slapped his arm, bursting out laughing, his chest moving from his own chuckles, “What if I say both?”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind sharing you with him. He’s the only one I’d let get close to you like that.”

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I had a dream that Jacob Fatu ate my coochie, and now I can’t look at him the same way anymore. I felt the need to share that.

How am I supposed to cope with all this butterscotch and caramel in the ring? 😭😭😭

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I wanna be that hoodie

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Mami

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What. A. Man.

forever in love with this man

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🤤

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Sayyyy 👏🏾👏🏾🤌🏾 Fantastic read

Indemnify

(verb) compensate (someone) for harm or loss.

Characters: Raven Taylor (black female OC) x AU Roman Reigns

Warnings: Language, SMUT, murder

Notes: This is a Oneshot

Raven sat at the bar of the luxury apartment building that overlooked Dubai. She hated waiting, but this interview had been a long time coming. “You don’t think it’s weird he wants to meet at night?” a text from her editor read. “No, he’s a night time photographer. It makes sense. What doesn’t make sense is him requesting me specifically.” Raven replied back. “He’s seen your pic on the website. Let him smash if it makes for a better story. He rarely gives interviews so do whatever it takes. And I mean WHATEVER!” a voice note yelled. 

“Ms. Taylor, I’m Paul Heyman, Mr. Reigns’ concierge. We spoke on the phone. He’s ready for your interview. Please, follow me.” A man in a finely tailored suit spoke as it seemed like he appeared out of thin air. “Mr. Heyman, nice to meet you.” Raven smiled as she stood up from the bat and followed him to the elevator bank. He swiped a keycard and opened a door to a private elevator. He tapped his card once the doors closed and the car whooshed up the length of the building. “This goes directly to the penthouse. I hope that your accommodations are up to your standards.” The man smiled. “They are spectacular. A suite at the Burj, he really knows how to treat a lady.” She laughed darkly. “My employer is very generous. I’m surprised that he wanted to do this interview in person. He’s more of a zoom call guy.” Paul spoke as the elevator came to a halt at the top floor. The doors eased open to reveal a vast open concept living area decorated in plush blacks and reds.

“Please, make yourself comfortable, dinner will be ready soon.” The man spoke as he showed Raven to a sitting room with red velvet chairs. Raven’s stomach dropped at the thought of dining with the subject of her interview. She didn’t do well in forced social situations. “How do you like your steak, Ms. Taylor?” Paul asked. “Rare, please.” She spoke as she examined the artwork hanging on the walls. For Roman to be the world’s most popular night photographer, he sure had plenty of odes to daylight adorning the black walls. A photograph of the sunrise over Uluru in the Aussie Outback caught her eye. “Beautiful isn’t it?” A deep voice spoke from behind her. She hadn’t heard him come in, but she felt it in the depths of her being.

“Uluru is absolutely beautiful. I observed the last super moon there. It was magical.” She spoke, her eyes never leaving the picture. “It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance Ms. Taylor. I’m a fan of your work. Your profile of Walter Iooss…excellent.” He spoke, compelling her to turn around. Roman was known for being very mysterious, very few photos of him existed. The ones that were around, were usually tied to an exhibition or self portraits. He should be photographed more, he was very handsome. His jet black hair accented his piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. “Thank you. The question is, will I have a new favorite interview after this evening?” Raven smiled, extending her hand to him. “Raven Taylor…your reputation precedes you. Welcome to my home.” He smiled, his lips brushing against the top of her hand.

“Shall we get started?” Raven spoke, pulling her hand away. His eyes flickered in confused amusement. He was thinking of beginning the conversation in his bedroom and seeing where it went from there. Raven had other plans. His eyes drank in her curves as she walked away from him. “Stop.” He commanded, simply yet firmly. She froze in place. “Is there something wrong?” She spoke, never turning around. “I believe there may be some confusion as to why you’ve been summoned to my home, Ms. Raven Taylor.” He growled darkly, suddenly close enough to trail his fingers along her body. “I’m here to interview you. Your people agreed to it…you agreed to it.” She breathed, his influence finally making its way into her being. “You'll get your interview Ms. Taylor. But first…there is something I need from you.” He spoke. She knew what he meant.

“Hmm…interesting. I’m guessing that the in-depth-ness of my written interview will be determined by the quality of my physical interview?” She laughed. “I knew you’d catch on. Smart girl.” he laughed, his fingers tapping against her temple. “So…I’m supposed to just fall into bed with you? I let you have your way with me and then I get to interview you?” Raven laughed in disbelief. This wasn’t their first meeting, but he didn’t know that yet. “Yes, exactly.” he smiled, backing her towards his bedroom. “What if the dick is trash and I don’t want to interview you afterwards?” she laughed, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Trust and believe…dick is far from trash. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” he growled, his eyes darkening and his fangs increasing in size. Raven didn’t react like he hoped she would. There was something about fear that made his dick hard. “Hello there.” she smiled, her fingertip pricking his razor sharp tooth. “You aren’t terrified? I could drain you dry.” he snarled as her ass hitting the wall bounced her into him.

“You already did that. Halloween 1971, Paris Catacombs.” she smiled darkly, her fangs poking from between her painted lips. “Ohhh...I remember you. Most delicious meal I’ve ever had. What was your blood type, beautiful?” he smiled, his lips gliding across her neck. “Rhnull. I was one of 50 documented cases on earth at the time. Extremely rare. And you’ve been chasing that high ever since. I was also higher than the Eiffel Tower but…at least you had fun.“ she scoffed. “So that would make me…your maker…would it not?” He growled, his tongue tasting her skin. “It would. Want me to call you Daddy?” She teased, her hands pressing into his chest. “We can discuss that later. Remembering how much fun we had that night is making me feel things I haven’t felt in almost 50 years.” he smiled, his hips pressing against hers. He was feral back then, now he had restraint and knew not to suck a woman dry.

Raven complimenting his costume led her to this life. When she smacked him in the face with a brick while he fed, his blood got into her mouth. Raven woke up starving, alone in the dark. Left confused and without guidance, she fed on party stragglers until a witch searching for mushrooms that grew on the walls took pity upon her. Daphne taught her what she knew of the undead until lung cancer stole her away in the late 80s. Raven had learned one thing, her rare human blood made her special. Not special enough to walk in the daylight, but special enough to not be powerless against her maker like normal vamps.

“You abandoned me! Left me alone in the dark!” Raven snarled, throwing him across the room. “Mmm, I like it rough.” He growled, closing the space between them in an instant. “Get on the bed.” He commanded. From all he knew, she had to obey him. “Yeah…no!” She laughed, her fingers dancing in his beard. A look of confusion flashed across his face. “I don’t understand. I thought you had to do whatever I said.” He grumbled, his hands pinning her to the wall. “Normally, yes. But that very special blood type makes me a very special vampire. How else would I have been undetectable to you for all this time? Makers feel their progeny. I’ve been watching you for years. Always so close.” She growled, her tongue swiping across his jugular vein. A moan rumbled in his chest, her hands easing under his t-shirt. His muscles tensed under his skin as her hands moved upwards.

“Why’d you wait so long to find me?” He pouted to stifle the moan traveling up his throat. “I was busy living a life. And waiting for the bloodlust to subside. I wanted to chop off your head for ruining my life. Now…I’m chillin.” She smiled, her hands pulling at his ponytail until it slipped out. “My dear Raven, I do believe that you are trying to seduce me.” He laughed darkly. “Me? Seduce you? I mean…maybe. Is it working?” She teased, backing him towards the bed. “It is.” he laughed, placing her hand over the bulge in his joggers. “You’ve had me once, that’s enough.” She smiled darkly, walking over to the window overlooking the Dubai night sky.

“Once with you is never enough. I mean…I killed you so no one else could have you.” He snapped. “Wowww. You should’ve just told me that. I was so high that I would’ve agreed to be your vampire queen or whatever.“ Raven laughed. “I like the way you think. Will you be my vampire queen?” He asked, his arms snaking around her waist. He nestled his face into her hair, she smelled like the night they met: night-blooming jasmine. 

“Me accepting that half-assed proposal would assume that you have something I want.” Raven laughed. “I have plenty to offer. But…what is your bride price?” He laughed, his lips kissing along her collarbone. “I require no bride price. I have no one for you to present it to. My father died a few years ago.” She sighed. “This ass alone is worth two water buffalo!” He growled against her ear, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Hey Fatima, what’s the cash equivalent of two adult water buffalo?” Roman asked the pod sitting on his nightstand. “The cash equivalent of two adult water buffalo is $5,000 USD.” The orb spoke. They both laughed at the answer. 

“Should we do this in the manner we’re accustomed to?” Raven laughed as she pressed her back against the wall near the window. “No.” He spoke, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. “This is a complete 180 from our previous rendezvous.” Raven laughed as he sat her down and unzipped her boots. “50 years of longing and regret calmed me the fuck down.” He shrugged, pushing her back to unzip her pants. He pulled his shirt and joggers off before kissing his way up her legs. “Nice legs, what time do they open?” He teased. Raven rolled her eyes, her thighs spreading slowly for him. “Thata girl.” He growled, his lips dancing across her panties. A thin piece of pink fabric was the only thing between him and the only thing he craved. He sucked at her thick lips until a damp spot saturated the lace. “I can take them off!” Raven groaned, her body overwhelmed by her looming climax. “Yeah, I know. I’d much rather watch you squirm. I kinda have a thing for fat cats in pink lace.” He laughed darkly, continuing his assault on her clothed heat. “I fuckin hate you!” Raven moaned as her orgasm flowed from her body. Raven felt his fangs sink into the flesh of her thigh.

The puncture wounds healed the second he pulled his teeth out. “It’s gonna be a long night for you. I’ll have Paul bring replenishment.” He smiled as his hands ripped the fabric from her frame. “I love long nights.” Raven moaned. “I know something else that’s long and you’ll love it.” He laughed, his breath warm on her sticky folds. There was a knock on the bedroom door. Roman was over there in a flash. She could hear him discussing updated dinner plans with Paul. Raven rose from the bed on very shaky legs and removed her shirt and bra. “How many unworthy men have gotten to see you naked?” Roman grumbled as he watched her crawl into the bed. “Far too many, apparently. None of them sucked my clit through my panties and made me cum. That alone might make you a keeper.” She smiled, patting the spot next to her on the bed. He pulled his red boxers down his thick legs before climbing into bed with her.

“You want me to suck it?” She asked, her hands caressing his length that hung between his thighs and almost to his knees. “It’s a fuckin mouthful.” She sighed happily. “We got plenty of time for that.” Roman sighed. Raven straddled him, capturing his lips in hers. Roman wasn’t used to this type of passion, it was always fuckin and feeding. Something about Raven was different. Her kisses trailed down his neck across his tattooed skin. His body arched into her touch, her kisses pulling away from him. “Don’t stop.” he moaned softly. For the first time in his afterlife, Roman found himself starved for a woman’s attention. “Like you said…we have plenty of time.” Raven laughed, her lips grazing his skin. A sharp moan oozed from him, her lips sucking at his nipple. His hips bucked up into her.

“Down boy. Who’s squirming now?” Raven laughed, her teeth pulling him softly. “You’re such a tease.” He moaned as she slid his thick length between her warm folds. “Only for you Daddy. I’m usually pretty straightforward. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” She laughed. Her need to draw this encounter out surprised Raven. “I’m trying to get into you!” He growled playfully, baring his fangs at her. “I know. You’re being so patient for me. I’ll make sure you get what you’ve been searching for all these long years. All the women you’ve brought to your bed, searching for something deeper. All that shit ends now. Are we clear?” Raven snarled, her hand squeezing the bulbous tip of his dick. He winced in pain, his fangs sinking into his lip. The mark healed as he nodded obediently. Pain transformed into pleasure was his game, but she had mastered what made him throb.

“I said…ARE WE CLEAR?” Raven smiled darkly, her hand squeezing him again. A loud, low moan boomed from his lips. “Gods, YES!” He gulped, relief coming as she pushed him into her warmth. A soft whimper dripped from her lips as he bottomed out in her. His eyes watched in delight as her face shifted while she adjusted to his size. “As your maker, I command you to ride it until you can’t walk. Can you do that for Daddy?” He smiled, his hand caressing her cheek. “You command me?” Raven smiled, her hips rocking against his.“Yes? I dunno. I’ve never had sex with another vamp before.” He grumbled. Raven wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them closer together. Her hips moved in slow circles as she captured his gaze. It was in this moment that Roman fell in love with his creation.

His big ending crept into his muscles. “Not yet.” He whispered to himself, his fangs sparkling from between his lips. “Oh no, no, no. Give it to me.” Raven moaned. Raven switched the movement of her hips, adding a bounce to make him finish faster. Raven’s moans rang out across the room, vibrating the walls as she climaxed. Roman’s hands grabbed her hips, chasing his orgasm. He growled, her lips kissing along his neck. “I love you.” He moaned as he exploded deep in her depths. Fireworks exploded across his vision, a floaty euphoria coming over him.

Raven sank her teeth deep into his jugular, pushing him down the bed. His sweet blood trickled down her throat, his pulse weakening. His eyes widened in fear as his life flashed before his eyes. “I promised if I ever got my hands on you, I’d end you.” Raven smiled, her face covered in his blood. A roar emanated from her belly as she threw him back to the bed. His throat was so torn apart that no sounds came out as he gasped his final breaths, his blue eyes closing forever. She climbed off his lap, kicking his lifeless body to the floor. There was a heavy knock on the door. She couldn’t answer before it swung open.

“My Queen, please enjoy a soak in the tub while I clean this up. Don’t want him staining the good marble.” Paul grumbled as he stood in the doorway in black coveralls and work boots. “Thank you Paul, you’re the best. I take it everything is in order?” Raven smiled. “Yes, ma’am. All his assets are now your assets. He never suspected a thing! Arrogant fool.” 

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Bad bitch

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SOBBING

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4 years ago today - I remember being hella in my feelings watching this; not sure where it was gonna go.

Here it is 4 years later and it’s still more chapters.

GENERATIONAL TALENT.

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💯💯

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This man is a blessing