#ltye ask

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How would Solana initiate sexy time with her husband? 🤭 cause we already know Roman has no problem doing it, and he's not afraid of coming out too strong 🥵 in the best way.... but what about my girl, once she gets the groove of things and plans on seducing him

roman knows his wife. knows her well. like the back of his hand. that's why he knows exactly what she wants before she even asks.

he's in his office, sitting at his desk when she walks in, wearing one of those fucking short, skimpy dresses that leaves nothing to the imagination. he loves them on her, but he loves them even more off her.

she gives him a small smile. "got the girls down."

it's a bit of a trial run they're doing. seeing if they can alternate bedtime duties, as lina and leya have fallen into a routine of wanting both of them present before falling asleep.

which is fine, except for when roman has to be out of town for business. or even when he can't make it home until late. thus, them trying out this new solo turn taking endeavor.

"how were they?"

she closes the door behind her, roman noticing the way she locks it as well. "lina was okayish. leya was the hardest."

he nods. makes sense. leya is the more sentimental of the two. sensitive, almost. she required a higher level of assurance than her sister.

"but they're sleep?"

solana nods, making her way over to him, her steps slow, almost hesitant, as if she's waiting for him to send her way.

like that would ever fucking happen.

"are you....busy?"

that smirk returns on his handsome face as he rolls back the chair. roman spreads his legs, again noticing the way her eyes dart to his crotch. the smirk deepens.

he motions her over with his index finger. "never too busy for you."

his eyes stay glued to her breast, her areolas already peppered against the thin material of her dress.

sitting on his lap at a sideways angle, roman shifts her so that her back is pressed up against his chest. she releases a shaky breath. "roman....."

"you wanna tell me the real reason you came in here?" he teases his tongue along the shell of her ear. "why you locked the door?" he moves one big hand to the side of her thigh, slowly sliding up her dress. "hmm?"

her eyes flutter shut, roman groaning as she adjusts herself on top of him, most likely due to the growing erection pressing against that juicy, fat ass of hers. "ro, you.....you know why....."

he smiles, pressing his lips to her temple before playing coy. "no, i don't." she gasps when he slides his hand between her thighs. "tell me."

a moan leaves her pretty mouth, edging him on even more as he circles his finger across her skin, gradually moving closer and closer to her cunt that he'd bet any money is already nice and wet.

just for him.

"roman, please....."

he shakes his head, his other hand moving to her chest. he easily slides his hand through the top of her dress, gently squeezing her breast.

she throws her head back, eyes still closed, roman granted a front row seat to one of the seven world wonders. she's inhumanly beautiful when she's so wanton and needy for him like this.

he shakes his head, one thumb peppering across her nipple, the other ghosting over the cotton of her underwear. "you gotta tell me first, baby......" he's a compassionate man. caring. it's why he allows his fingers to slip past the seam of her underwear, where he's met with the expected wetness that's nearly dripping.

he makes a sound, licking hips lips. her desire for him has to be about what and what with his right now for her. he'd give anything to have his face buried in her sweet cunt, and he just might.

as soon as she fulfills his one request.

"just say it, sol," he glides his fingers across her wet, velvety folds, solana gripping his wrist, writhing atop him. an effort to get him inside of her, to stop this torture. "say what you want papi to do to his sweet girl."

he's certain she almost came right then and there. the combination of his words, the play of his fingers with her nipples and her cunt resulting in borderline overstimulation.

but, it's effective.

eyes open, mouth ajar, panting with burning need, he matches her glazed eyes. "i want you to eat my pussy and f-fuck me, papi."

and not a man on this earth has ever been as blessed as him in this moment. roman practically growls, yanking back his hands and hiking her on her waist before he lays her down on his desk.

"you only have to ask once, amore mio....."

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not exactly what you asked for but a lil something! lol

[trippinsorrows]

I feel like this is another multiverse type question. But say Solana wasn’t in the situation she was in and Roman was very much so attracted to her as he is now. How do you think Roman would have approached her ?

this is such an interesting question!

hmmm.

under the read more cause this got longer than i intended lol

roman was bored, ready to go. functions were never his thing. he always attended out of obligation and necessity. never want. and considering he's been present for an hour, he more than feels he's done what he needed to do.

he pulls out his phone to text paul to have the car pulled for him, ready for his wise man to foolishly try to convince him to stay when a body collides into him.

soft is one of the first things to hit him followed by a sweet, vanilla almond scent that's more than pleasing to all of his senses. his arm naturally reaches to brace the person who collided with him, a person he right away knows is a woman, both by the soft curves of her body but also the fragrance.

"oh my god." the voice. so soft and sweet, almost too sugary, too angelic for such a function, full of the world's most dangerous people. such a stark contrast. "i'm so sor---"

she's silenced, and roman is momentarily taken back as the two of them lock gazes. beautiful, big brown eyes widened in alarm that's most likely due to her recognizing who he is. "mr. reigns...."

roman is partially paying attention to her words but mostly taking his sweet time taking all of her in. her face is absolutely stunning, and roman can tell it's not just because of the beautifully done makeup. he can see natural beauty beneath that. her hair is pulled up into a fancy updo, but her full lips snatch his focus before he rakes his eyes over her body, even curvier than he realized. cleavage on full display in her red dress that hugs her perfectly. she's a tiny little thing. a good foot shorter to him, but there's no denying it.

she's fucking stunning.

and she's still fucking apologizing. "i'm so sor---"

"it's fine." anyone else, and it wouldn't be. but there's something about this woman with the soft voice, light eyes, and alluring body that has him not as irritated as he normally would be. "it was an accident."

she nods, clearly nervous, when she looks over her shoulder, as if looking for something. or someone.

suddenly curious, he asks, "who are you--"

"oh no," she interrupts him, an unintentional thing, as she offers what looks like an apologetic look. she holds up the bottom of her red gown to move past him. however, roman finds himself moving his arm to bar her, holding her. he has to stop himself from thinking too much about the almost natural feeling he experiences in and with touching her.

"i---"

"there you are."

roman breaks his stare with the woman to see none other than ethan fucking page. he scoffs. no wonder she's running.

this bastard is insufferable.

page clears his throat and gives roman a nod. "mr. reigns, i apologize for the interruption." his gaze falls on the woman who almost moves closer to roman, practically holding onto him. it's obvious she's uncomfortable as hell. has to be for good reason too. "just need to speak to---"

"she's with me."

it comes out without much thought, both page and the unnamed woman looking at him with equal surprise.

page removes his glasses, looking at her, "solana?"

solana

unique. pretty. fitting.

she swallows. "i---" and just like that, she seems prepared to ruin this save roman has provided her, though he hasn't the slightest idea why he's giving her a save. yet, here he is.

"get lost, page." roman's tone shifts into something darker, something that's very reminiscent of the reason that he's easily the most feared man in the room. "i won't repeat myself."

i.e. get lost, or i'll snap your neck. an unspoken threat that's clearly understood, because page murmurs something that's probably an apology. and then he's gone, leaving roman alone yet again with this solana.

looking back at her, she gives him a small smile. roman is quickly realizing she's even prettier when she smiles. "thank you."

roman nods, asking, even though he doesn't know why, "what's the story?"

her smile drops into a frown that roman finds himself wanting to wipe off her face. "ethan....he doesn't know how to take 'no' for an answer." she shakes her head, scoffing quietly. "he shows up to my store at least once a week just to ask me out, even though the answer is always no."

"where do you work?" it's not that roman necessarily wants or even needs to know this piece of information, but there's a thought of breaking both page's knees and providing specifics when he does as such, such as the name of the place he's never to step foot in again, which could be....helpful.

roman is thankful when the smile returns, not as bright but still present. he'll take it. "i own a bookstore in town. nina's." his curiosity must be visible. "my mother's name. we share a love of books."

he makes a sound. everything he's learned in the less than twenty minutes he's known about this girl makes all the sense in the world. of course, her name is different, unlike any name for a woman he's heard of. of course, she has trouble fending off an asshole like page. and of course she likes books.

she clears her throat, finally breaking away. roman didn't even realize he was still holding her. "thank you again, mr. reigns."

"roman," he corrects. "call me roman."

she swallows, voice softening, "roman...."

he's not sure he's ever enjoyed hearing his name as much as he likes hearing it on her mouth. he'd love to hear it even more if she was screaming it, moaning it as he fucked her, kneading those beautiful, soft breast of hers.

fuck

"why are you looking at me like that?" she asks in that same sweet, almost innocent voice.

his eyes twinkle with mischief. "do you really need to ask?"

solana shifts bit, playing with her hands, hinting at some nervousness. "i'm not like that."

roman is almost certain he knows what she's saying, but he makes sure, regardless. "and what is that?"

her mouth shifts into a small smirk. "do you really need to ask?"

and for the first time tonight, roman smiles.

this girl is unlike any he's met before.

continuously intrigued, he asks, "what's your last name?"

she answers, "miller."

recognition dawns after a couple seconds for him. "xavier and nina...you're the daughter?"

he's always heard they had another child other than wesley, but he'd never seen her at one of these functions. didn't even realize it was a daughter.

a beautiful daughter at that.

she nods. "i don't typically attend these sorts of things."

"you should," he finds himself suggesting. roman isn't the biggest flirter, doesn't need to. women flock to him like moths to flame, but there's something about this woman... he steps closer to her, hand reaching out to run his finger along her cheek. "how else am i going to see you?"

she seems taken back, cheeks turning pink, but she takes him by surprise with her reply, "you could come see me."

his chuckle is dark and his tone suggestive. "oh, i don't think coming will be an issue."

and her cheeks deepen in color, as she announces, "i should go find my brother."

eyes falling to her chest, he asks, "should you?"

solana smiles and diverts her gaze, slightly disappointing him when she steps back. "goodbye, roman."

he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his custom suit pants. "not goodbye," he correct. "just goodnight."

because there's no doubt in roman reigns mind that this was the last time he'll ever see solana miller.

far from it.

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Now that Dulce is gettin shine too, a random thought came where Roso are gettin' all hot 'n heavy, but little fur baby bursts in and kills the vibe? Like, can we see them gettin' all steamy, but then the puppy comes outta nowhere and starts barkin', makin' 'em stop and go all cute and stuff 🐾💕 hehe😝😝

coming home for an afternoon workout and subsequent lunch might become roman's favorite part of the day. good food is one thing, but having his fine ass wife laid out on their dining room table is a different kind of cuisine.

dessert at its finest.

of course, she tries to protest, voice soft as he kneads her breast. he can never get enough of those. "roman, we c--can't."

his mouth, sucking on her neck, in that spot he's noticed makes her fingers scrape against his taut skin. "says who?" his hand travels from her breast, down to her stomach, gently squeezing the pudge he knows she's still so self-conscious about, hence his determination to strip her bare of all inhibitions. "i'll take you anywhere i want to. this table...that sofa....the balcony....."

solana moans underneath his expert touch, bringing a smug on his face. that suddenly just became a to-do list he's more than willing to get started on right now.

roman moves his hand lower, slipping under the flowy little dress she decided to put on today, not knowing it would land her right where she is. his finger tease her opening, unsurprised to find her nectar practically dripping. roman's dick twitches in his pants. "i love how wet you get for me, baby." she's so fucking sensitive to any and all things regarding him, and he loves it. "how do you wan--"

he's interrupted, and if it was a human interruption, the other person might be dead by now. but, it's not. it's a four legged interruption, a bark that's quite pathetic to say it's coming from a dog.

"go away." it's an easy dismissal, roman going to enter one finger into his wife's pretty pussy when she presses her thighs together, hindering him.

he looks up at solana who weakly informs, "she--she needs to use the bathroom."

"she can wait." it's an easy choice. "i can't." he gently tries to pry her legs apart when dulce barks again, taking it up a notch as she runs up and jumps against roman's leg. he turns his glare on her, instructing, "go use your pad."

solana whines for a different, much less interesting reason, sitting up a bit on her elbows. "roman...."

he sighs, "sol, she's fine. now lay back down and tell me how you want me---"

once again, dulce refuses to be the quiet little puppy that she's been every other time he's tried to be intimate with his wife. but not this time, because she's barking again, louder, running in a circle.

"it'll only take a couple minutes," solana suggests.

roman, however, knows better. "no, she's gonna walk around and bark at the air for a good 10 minutes before she even pisses. my dick is hard as fuck right now, baby. i'm not trying to wait---"

the barking turns to whimpering as dulce lays on her stomach, ears down. roman closes his eyes and mentally counts backwards from ten, something that only sometimes works. thankfully, this is one of those times.

"fine," he finally agrees, standing up and watching with all the disappointment as solana sits up and moves off the table. "but as soon as she's done--"

"i know," she cuts him off, hand on his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she almost nervously whispers, "your mouth...i want your mouth."

roman nearly bursts in his pants, hand coming down on her ass as she guides dulce to the backdoor.

that dog is getting a fucking muzzle.

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not exactly what you said, friend, but figured i'd whip up something real quick! 😂

[trippinsorrows]

are jey's kids really bad or is that just roman being a grump?

oh no, they are bad. lol you ever seen bebe's kids? imagine that.

something like this....

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"i want the shipment moved no later than—" the sound of an object crashing and shattering interrupts roman, the speaker shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

third.

this is the third goddamn interruption in under half an hour, and there is no doubt in roman's mind that the cause is the same as it was the prior two times.

and judging by the look on jey's face, he thinks the same too.

standing up, he turns his body toward the house and calls out, "hey, what ya'll doing!"

jimmy snorts and takes a sip of his beer. "ain't it obvious? breaking shit."

jey shoots his twin a look that's the equivalent of 'shut the fuck up' as jey moves onto requesting the presence of his unruly children. "ya'll, get out here now!"

at that, roman scowls. "can't you go to them?" roman could go the rest of his life without being around jey's children, and having already had the displeasure of interacting with them twice today thus far, he's reached his max.

jey starts to offer a rebuttal, reminding his cousin that it was roman who wanted to have the meeting at someone's place other than his. something about the twins being 'destructive'.

it's not like they didn't pay for the repairs on the maserati.

roman grabs his own beer, downing the rest as one by one, the result of jey not being smart enough to use a condom—all four times—come running out, mischief written all over their faces.

but, jey is more focused on the black eye on one of his kids, the matted hair of another, and the small cut on the eyebrow on a third kid.

"what the hell done happened to ya'll?" he doesn't wait for a reply, reminding them, "jordan, were you trying to kill josiah again?"

jordan looks just as unremorseful as he feels, defending, "he deserved it!"

at that, roman actually agrees. out of all of jey's wild offspring, josiah has always been the most irritating.

he probably had it coming.

"how many times i gotta tell ya'll? you can only beat each other up to fight, not to kill!" jey blows out a breath, hands over his face. he sounds as exasperated as roman feels. maybe it's worth whatever destruction his cousins cause to just have meetings at his house. that's not as taxing as being around this shit.

journee, a little nicki in training, just has to chime in, pointing like the snitch she is, "he was being a little bitch, daddy!"

"aye!" jey interrupts, voice firm. "what i tell ya'll about all that goddamn cussing?" he doesn't wait for a reply, scolding them yet again, "stop using all that fuckin' language in my motherfuckin' house!"

one of the kids rolls their eyes, the second oldest boy, roman guesses, is quick with a smartass reply. "mama said we ain't gotta listen to you."

"she said what?"

jimmy shakes his head, murmuring to roman as he gazes at the uncovered pool, the sun reflecting off the lights at the bottom. "here we go...."

"she said you a bit—"

"that's enough!" jey marches over to the table, snatching his phone and mumbling to roman and his twin about being 'right back.' the last thing that's heard is jey laying into nicki, "who the hell you think you are telling my kids—what was that? bitch, i know you not with ole' dude again! man, i'll kill his ass and make you watch!"

the kids, thankfully, disperse back into the house.

roman is ready to pass on his parting words to jimmy and be the fuck gone. the desire for a good workout—or fucking—growing by the second. he might have to hit up sasha. sam was on that shit last time, and he's already in a foul mood.

but, a tug on his sleeve prevents him from doing that, roman's disdain painted over his handsome face. "what?" he asks, gruffly.

jayla rolls her brown eyes and only extends out her open palm. "my birthday is next month."

"and?" roman's more likely to wish jey's youngest daughter a 'happy accidental existence' day than 'happy birthday.'

however, she's undeterred, reminding, "my money?"

that, however, makes roman chuckle. he'd almost forgotten that out the four, she happens to be his favorite unfavorite. he don't like none of him, but she's not as intolerable as the rest. and her hustle is impressive.

pulling out his wallet, he asks, "how old you turning? 5?"

"i'm turning 7, uncle roman." she scoffs, maybe to herself, or him. "old people...."

at that, roman pauses, "you want the money or what, kid?"

she looks down, sheepishly, as roman counts out three hundred dollar bills, laying them in her waiting hand. "there. now don't bother me again until next year."

it's an easy request for the almost 7 year old, her eyes wide as she imagines all the robux she'll be able to get.

stuffing the money into her pocket, she nods and offers appreciation. "good to see you, uncle roman." roman shakes his head as jayla moves over to jimmy. "uncle jimmy....."

however, jimmy is not roman. "girl, i ain't got no money."

jayla stays true to her no filter nature. "so you're a broke ass?"

at that, roman turns his head. he actually has to hold back his smile. yeah, jayla might most definitely become his favorite at some point.

"broke ass?" jimmy, of course, fails to see that he's being baited by a damn second grader and yanks out his wallet, counting out a stack of hundreds and giving it to her. "how's that for broke ass?"

jayla looks like she just won the lottery, and at her age, she essentially just did. she doesn't bother with an expression of appreciation before dashing off with all her money.

and roman just watches as recognition dawns on jimmy's face, effectively ridding him of that goofy ass smile. "wait, that was my strip club money." he hops off the stool and goes after his niece. "get back here, you lil samoan wednesday!"

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Wait someone mentioned another roman x leya short i kinda wanna see roman and lina his little twin oh my god i just know they’re rowdy together

"daddy."

"hmmm."

"can i quit school and come work with you?"

roman can't sit here and act like this is the first time his daughter has asked him an out of pocket question. no, of the twins, lina is always the inquisitive one. leya is too. lina, however, is the one to allow her many questions to leave her head. the latest causing the tribal chief to look down at his mini me as the two share a bowl of cookie dough ice cream. his favorite. hers too.

"why do you wanna quit school?"

"cause it's stupid, and boys are stupid."

she's right about one part. "you're right. boys are stupid. you hate them all. never forget that." he makes a mental note to ask about the backstory there. it's about that time he has to show up at her school and remind them just why catalina reigns is never the one to fuck with. "what makes it stupid?"

lina pouts, and he has to hold back a chuckle. she reminds him a lot of himself in this moment. "cause daddy, it's boring. i don't wanna study. i wanna fight." and fight she does. girl is only seven and on track to become a black belt before even hitting double digits. "i wanna be like you."

this is the part he always struggles with. she says it all the time. her desire to be like him. to one day be the tribal chief. such a heavy, complicated thing for a young child.

"you know i had to go to school, too."

she frowns, her dark eyebrows caving together as she scoops some ice cream onto her little spoon. "but, that was a long long long time ago."

"watch it, kid." lina's giggle evokes a small chuckle from him. "baby, you like school."

she finishes chewing her ice cream, caving, "sometimes."

"oh, sometimes." he mocks her a bit, also taking some ice cream into his mouth with his much larger spoon. roman swallows before asking, "what about your sister? you just gonna leave her?"

lina's eyes widen in horror. one would think she was just told santa isn't real. "i can never leave sissy, daddy! she's my best friend!"

his heart swells at that. one of the many things he loves about his family is the closeness of the girls. such a stark contrast to his and solana's relationship with their siblings. "well, if you quit school and come work with me, leya will be all by herself...."

"noooo" lina whines, frowning as she clearly rethinks this horrible plan of hers. "i gotta protect sissy."

roman suddenly asks, prompted by her bringing up protection. "that little bitch tracy still messing with her?" he didn't mean for the 'bitch' part to come out. he definitely feels that way, but saying it in front of his already aggressive little girl probably isn't the best move.

lina nods and glares, angrily scooping her ice cream. "i'm gonna punch her in her stupid face."

roman should discourage that. should try to use some of that conflict resolution shit solana has been trying to get him to get on board with. however, that would be too much like right.

instead, he welcomes lina as she scoots closer into his side, advising, "just make sure to keep your thumb over your fingers. punch her good, and i'll get you some ice cream afterwards."

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https://x.com/mindfulofmani/status/1844563126622032232?s=46

found these tweets on my tl and they give ltye 😩 like the second tweet just said

sitting in his chair in his office, staring with a blank yet killersome expression, roman is annoyed. granted, one could argue that he's always annoyed, and maybe he is.

but, it's only because people are fucking idiots who lack reading comprehension as well as the ability to follow basic instructions.

and he hates that shit. hates when someone's fuck up requires his intervention.

that's usually when said someone ends up hurt. or dead.

but, this time around, both of the prior options, typical for him, are pushed all the way from his mind with the tentative knock on his office door.

immediately sitting up in his chair, roman calls out, "come in."

and as soon as the door open, the fluffiness of dulce speeds by, the dimwitted puppy rushing over to him with all the excitement only to settle herself into the bed that at some point got moved to his office. he might or might not have been the one to do it on a day where all her damn whining was getting so bothersome that he just placed her by him so she'd shut up.

and from that day on, she seems to have the impression that this is also another room where she can settle her lazy ass in the overpriced bed and lounge the day away.

but his brief irritation with the unemployed squatter is again washed away by soft, thick thighs and an innocent smile. roman's gaze easily falls to solana's shapely legs that are on full display in her short little dress.

if there's one thing he'll acknowledge he owes naomi and bayley credit for, it'll always be their dedication in helping solana dress more confidently, cause goddamn.

"you don't have to knock, solana." roman has told her this several times before, and yet every time, she approaches him like she's everyone else. like she needs to be cautious and tentative.

she shrugs, walking over, explaining. "i just don't want to interrupt if you're in a meeting or something."

"doesn't matter," is his easy dismissal as he reaches for her. grabbing her by her hips, he tugs her close, plopping her down in her rightful spot. on his lap. "seeing and speaking to you is better than any damn meeting."

roman can practically see the shy smile on her pretty face as he peppers his lips over her shoulder. "you okay?"

she nods. "are you busy?" he sighs against her, feeling the way she tenses at his reaction. "solana, how many times do i have to tell you that i'm never too busy for you? you need something, just tell me."

she looks over at him, roman both hating and appreciating the way she shifts on his lap. this dress is nice and all, but all that ass she has moving on his dick like that doesn't do anything to help his resolve and desire to prop her up on his desk and fuck her until his name is the only thing she knows how to say.

"i know, i just.....it's kind of silly." she shrugs.

"it's not." he doesn't even know what it is. doesn't need to know. he just knows her being dismissive of it is a good indication that it's not anything frivolous. "tell me."

roman watches the way she opens and closes her mouth at least twice. overthinking. she's gotten a lot better with it, but there's still room for growth.

"i was......i was wondering if–if we–" she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "if we could go out to dinner again sometime." roman is slightly taken back. of all the things, he wasn't expecting that. "i don't mind cooking. i really don't, but–it was really nice that time we went, even though i know you were upset jimmy interfered."

it's nearly impossible for roman to hide his scowl at the memory of that. not the dinner. she's right. that part was nice. just the part where his annoying ass cousin snooped his nose in business that didn't involve him. that's what has roman rolling his eyes.

solana giggles at his expression, and it's music to his ears. an appreciated sight and gift on a relatively stressful day. as per usual with any interaction with her.

she always seems to make him feel better. whether she realizes it or not. whether she's trying to or not. it's just her gift in this life, it seems. her.

she's his gift.

solana continues, anging her body toward him, roman relaxing even more when she moves her hands around his neck. "so maybe if you look at your calender and see a date that works–"

"tonight." roman cuts her off. "let's go tonight."

her jaw drops, and again, he has to push inappropriate thoughts away. "but–but, you have work."

"i always have work, sol." and he always will. "shit can wait." the world won't end because roman decides to take a night off to take his fine ass wife out to dinner. "we'll go tonight. i'll have a restaurant cleared for us."

she pouts. and yet again, more self-restriction. "but, what about the other people? we can dine with oth–"

"fuck them." his interruption is said with all the seriousness. "i don't give a damn about them. they can do something else."

roman stands up, chuckling at solana's gasp as she tightens her hold onto him. it's brief movement. barely anything. he simply sets her on his desk, scooting her back just enough for where he needs her.

"my wife wants to go to dinner, so i'm taking her to dinner." he continues, solana smiling as he kisses on her neck and moves his hands under her dress, hands messing with the waistband of her underwear.

"roman....." it's a hard groan to suppress. he'll never get tired of hearing his name come out of her mouth. especially when it's breathy and needy. "what–this is your office."

"mmmhmm." he starts tugging, helping her lift her ass off the desk just enough for him to pull them off. her expression is damn near priceless as she watches him stuff them into his pocket. "and?"

"i–this is im–mportant." her stuttering increases as his fingers gloss over lips, nectar already starting to pool just from his light touches. "we ca–" she stops, gripping him by his shoulders when he dips a finger inside her tight little hole.

"yes, it is." roman's dick twitches in his pants watching the way her head falls back, her mouth open before she bites down on her bottom lip. "you want me to stop?"

he will. always will. if that's what she wants.

but, it's not, and he knows it. it's confirmed with how she shakes her head no, taking him by surprise when her cheeks redden, and she makes a surprising but pleasant request of her own. "your....your mouth."

fuck. roman hovers his lips over the top of her breast, fighting temptation to rid her of the dress altogether. "where do you want my mouth?"

she whines underneath him, and he smiles. he's patient with her but never shies away from the opportunity to help her grow with her confidence. with her assertiveness regarding what she wants and how she wants it.

she swallows, answering in a quiet voice. "o–on me."

roman can admit his next act, curling his finger inside of her, watching her arch off the desk, is borderline cruel. definitely teasing. "it is, baby."

"roman," another whine followed by her shifting on the desk, hand moving down to his bicep. "p–please."

another chuckle as he navigates his thumb near her clit. "please what?" he's not really expecting her to say it, recognizes it may be too soon. that she's not there just yet, but it doesn't stop him from trying.

he's just as pleased when she moves her hand to the top of his head and starts to push down, clearly guiding him to where she wants him. his smirk grows as he takes over, climbing on his knees and pushing her dress up to her waist. he's certain pre-cum spills from his dick at the sight of her pussy. pretty and glistening. just for him. always for him.

"that's my girl."

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the photos inspired me, friend 😭😭😭😭

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I know Roman will be strict with boys but what would make me cackle is if Lina or Leya got a boyfriend that’s just as big and as bad as him 😂😂😂 like imagine them going to prom and Roman has to look up to him/ or be at eye level because of his height and he’d get a pang in his chest because him and the guy have the same/similar muscle mass. Baby he’d be too stunned and jealous to speak 😂😭

wait, cause i'm screaming at this!!! 😂😂😂😂

but also, i'm wondering why the hell these boys so damn big in high school?!?! like, roman is a big ass man. emphasis on man. but, let both their dates be the same height as him, you're right, he would be fussing away to solana.

"what the fuck are they feeding these kids? they look fucking 25."

solana rolls her eyes, continuing to massage her husband's scalp as he lays in her lap, vehemently venting about his introduction to the girls dates.

their boyfriends, technically. but, she and the girls haven't quite worked out a way to break that news to her husband without his blood pressure shooting through the roof.

or the boys going missing.

"i developed early, too, roman. it happens." it happened to both their girls too, but she refuses to bring up those days. roman's overprotectiveness was times ten when the twins hit puberty. "and they're very nice."

"i don't give a fuck if they're nice or not. they're not good enough for my girls."

"roman, no one is good enough for them, leave it to you." solana leans over and kisses his forehead, advising, "they really like them, baby. please try to be nice."

"yeah, i'll be nice alright," he grumbles. solana rolls her eyes. he's about as mature as their younger kids sometimes. "i want to see their birth certificates." his eyes suddenly alight with an idea she knows she's not going to like. "i should go over there."

solana's eyes widen ever so slightly. yup. definitely not an idea she likes. "roman, you are not going to go over there."

"why not?" he sits up, looking at her like he doesn't know why that would such a bad idea. "anything can happen."

"because you remember the last time you showed up to their dance to check on them? you broke that poor boy's jaw!"

roman shrugs, indifferent. "he was too weak for my leya anyway."

solana sighs, heavily. she'd almost rather be entertaining their other four kids all at the same time than try to reason with her stubborn ass husband. "they'll be fine, roman. they have their security, and don't act like i don't know you don't have jimmy and jey sitting in the parking lot as backup."

roman looks away, neither confirming nor denying.

"and--"

the sound of something breaking pulls them from the conversation at hand followed by hushed, nervous, rushed conversation.

"what did you do?!"

"it wasn't me! it was kai!"

"no, it wasn't! it was koa!"

"no way!"

"i'm telling daddy!"

"snitch!"

"mommy! daddy!" aroha's soft voice is upped several octaves as she calls for her parents. "the twins are being mean to me!"

"nu uh!"

"uh huh!"

roman sighs. heavily. solana only smiles, seeing the frustration already growing. "i think we have more important things to worry about tonight than our teenagers."

roman scoffs, standing up and reaching his hand out to pull solana up from the sofa. "i wish you would even think to tell me you want another baby." she giggles, holding onto his arm as they head off to do damage control. "all these damn kids."

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The blue gown with the nips poking through... oh Roman's dirty talk would be down right heinous

listen 😭

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“Shit, you always fit me just right.”

“Love to make my girl feel good.”

“Perfect ass pussy for this perfect ass dick.”

“Feel good, baby?”

“That’s it. Squeeze the hell out my dick.”

“Fuck, Sol. You feel better and better every fucking time.”

“God. I love you. You have no fuckin idea.”

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she fr getting pregnant with at least one of they 1791 kids that night 🥵

fun fact: those are random lines i came up with and wrote when trying to write that unfinished roso smut i started and never finished lmaooo

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Tama being annoyed (and using the infamous scowl) because the girls didn't wake him up to FaceTime Roman 😭 and ofc he's letting daddy know the second he gets home 😂

omg yessss. the minute roman comes home and sees his other lil twin scowling, he knows he's fucked up. 😂😂😂

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roman places the girls down and walks over to his son who sits on the bottom step, arms crossed, scowling.

"what's wrong, buddy?" roman asks, crouching down in front of him.

tama wastes no time in laying out his grievances. "lina and leya didn't wake me up for the facetime."

roman makes a face, feigning a bit of shock. "what?"

"you were sleeping!" lina shouts, defensively, from behind roman.

"so!" tama shouts back, scowl deepening. "i don't care!"

"hey, hey, hey," roman cuts in, focused more on his son as solana reminds the girls that technically they were sleeping, too. they were supposed to be, at least. "i'm sorry, man."

tama's scowl drops only to e replaced a small frown, his voice dipping, gaze lowering to his sneakers. "i missed you...."

naturally, tama's saddened disposition brings a frown upon roman's face. he hates how much his kids miss him when he's away on business. he knows it's natural, but it still fucking bothers him to see them upset.

especially sad.

"i missed you too, tamasa." roman moves to sit on the steps next to his son, carefully sliding him over to make room for both of them. "hey....how about you and i spend the day together? just the two of us." at that, tama looks up with all the shock. it takes a second for roman to refocus himself. it's sometimes startling to him just how much tama looks like him when he was little. just like him.

"really?"

roman cracks a small smile, nodding and confirming. "yeah." tama's eyes dance with all the excitement. "we can play some ball, maybe go get some pizza--"

at that, his food loving son jumps up from the steps. "can we go now?!"

roman chuckles. "if you start getting ready--" words he can't even finish because his speeding bullet of a kid is already halfway up the stairs.

looking back over at lina, leya, and aria who've quietly watched the whole exchange while holding onto solana's dress, roman isn't really surprised to see them a bit upset now, too.

"i'll do something with you guys tomorrow," he shares. right away, scowls are replaced with smiles as aria starts tugging on solana, lifting her arms. solana obliges, picking up their youngest, kissing her cheek.

roman jumps a bit when his son catches him off guard, but the startled reaction slips into something else when tama hugs him from the side.

"thanks, daddy..."

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ltye chapter will drop late tomorrow night.

friendly reminder there will be a 1 to 2 week wait for the final chapter, so just be prepared to have.....questions.

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Omg wait! We are getting Ltye today?!

lol yes 🥰

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Might be weird but I would love an outtake of when Roman said Solanas name while he was with Sam! I bet both of their minds were racing 🤣🤣

oh lawd only yall would wanna see that 😭😭😭😭

off the top of my head, i’d imagine he’s giving her back shots, one hand pressing and holding her down on bed cause he’s fucking her deep and hard. eyes closing, he tunes out her annoying ass sex sounds, the over dramatic praises she gives him.

he doesn’t need this bitch to tell him what he already knows. that he’s tearing her shit up.

and instead of hearing that irritating voice he wish would just shut up and take this dick, he pictures something else. someone else’s voice, soft and ethereal. she’d never be this vocal. doesn’t seem to be in her character. she’d just whimper and moan, the thought of which makes his dick pulse.

he imagines her body under his, curvier, thicker, softer. his fingers pressing into the meat of her thick hips, the globes of her ass, big and round, smacking back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. the enchanting lull of watching that beautiful recoil.

it’s her pussy, nice and tight, a perfect fit for his length and girth. and it’s his name falling out of her mouth, needy and yet just what he wants that has him ready to combust.

“roman….”

he grunts, that all too familiar surface bubbling with all the speed to the surface, coming to a head at the same time fantasy seeps over into reality.

“fuck, solana…..”

once released, the acknowledgment of the woman he’d prefer to be nine inches deep deep, the release washes over.

for him, at least.

“solana?” this bitch always has a way of ruining shit. “what the fuck, roman!”

“shut up.” roman pays her absolutely no fucking mind as he empties inside the condom, cognizant of the increased and elongated length of time he comes, more than he’s ever done with just samantha in mind, with accepting it’s her and only her he’s with.

this time though, this time his release comes from fantasizing a woman he’s never even and probably will never be able to touch.

fuck

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that’s all yall getting from me 😭😭😭😭 yall know me and smut are like cardi and offtocheat. love/hate.

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No cause I just pictured Lina picking the lock on Roman's office when he's on a meeting or something 😫 and what if the first time she's done it and he's so confused because he was so sure he locked the door, only for babygirl to march her cute self in the room cause she kinda needs to see daddy NOW 🤭

quickly hitting mute and turning off the video on his laptop, roman's confused gaze is on his two year-old daughter. "lina?"

roman is convinced that his age might finally be getting to him because there's no way in hell that he didn't lock that door. it's become a bit of a necessity since the girls started walking. crawling even, and not even leya as much as her older, more inquisitive sister, lina.

a sister that's heading in his direction with that mischievous smile on her adorable face and her blanket, that she has dragging on the floor, in the other hand.

"hi, daddy." he's briefly distracted by the pride that overcomes him every time he hears that word come from either of their mouths.

daddy

"hi, baby." lina is already climbing her way onto his lap, roman careful that her blanket doesn't trip her up. "what are you doing here?"

her answer is accompanied by a wide smile up at him and a giggle that reminds him so much of solana "sleep by daddy!"

roman chuckles, hand supporting her back as she moves to stand up on his lap. she's always so damn mobile. "you wanna sleep by me?" she doesn't answer, too busy standing and looking around his office, probably trying to find something else to scale. "daddy's working, lina."

out the corner of his eye, he can see chat bubble popping up asking where he went or is. oh well. that's why he has the twins, mateo, and dwayne present for said meeting. they can handle shit for a few minutes.

"no work!" her angry protest is accompanied by her stomping her feet onto his legs, forcing her to lose her balance and fall onto his lap. for a moment he's ready to make sure she's alright only for her to laugh, stand up and intentionally fall on this second round. her laughter increases.

shaking his head, smile on his face, he says more to himself than her, "you're gonna be the one to stress daddy out, aren't you?"

her answer is to simply giggle again. roman takes a deep breath, realizing she has no intentions on leaving, something that he'll work around with. but, before he can do that, he takes her in his arms, walking them over to the door that's for sure unlocked.

but just out of pure chance, something on the ground catches his attention. purple and sparkly. leaning down, roman picks up the bobby pin. lina instantly reaching to grab it from him, face scrunched up in determination, thus allowing roman puts two and two together.

eyes narrowed playfully in her direction as he allows her to take the item, he watches her stick it in back her hair. "you picked the lock, didn't you?"

no answer is provided, just more movement as she continues to try to climb up his body. the smile on his face is something of pride and amusement.

yeah, definitely the one to stress him out.

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My messy ass kinda needs to know what would've happened if Roman was there with Solana when Sasha walked in? 🫣🫣🫣🫣

it's not until the nurse unexpectedly and almost abruptly leaves the room that solana looks over at her husband. "what was that?"

all things considered, roman maintains a neutral expression that contrasts the complexity of the situation. "she.....she's someone i used to know."

at that, solana sits up on her elbows on the patient bed. "know or.....know?" and he only has to remain silent, not look at her for solana to have her answer. "are you serious right now?"

he closes his eyes. "solana---"

her soft voice is tinged with shock and frustration. "the nurse at our babies first ob appointment is your ex?"

at the word 'ex,' roman visibly and deeply scowls. "she was never my girlfriend. i've never been in a relationship with anyone before you, sol. you know this."

for some reason, that doesn't necessarily help solana feel better. "so you just like.....slept with her for like....months?"

roman tilts his head side to side a bit, trying to land on the best way to answer. "yes and no."

frowning, solana asks, "which part is yes and which part is no?"

roman sighs. he can't believe this shit is happening. "i slept with her yes, but it was on and off over.....over years."

and at that, her eyes go wide. "years?"

he runs his hand over his face. "baby, do we really need to be talking about this right now---"

"how many?"

roman frowns. "how many what?"

"how many women have you....have you slept with?" the question is the last thing he expected her ask. one of the worst, either. "i knew about sam, and i knew you were.....promiscuous, but like.....how many?"

"sol, i don't think--"

laying back down with a thump and crossing her arms, she reiterates with an almost pout. "i wanna know."

he's not sure she does. "baby, i don't know. i wasn't keeping count and shit--"

"that many, ro?" again, the wrong answer. solana looks even more horrified. "who did you not sl---" she stops herself, voice dropping into something almost sad. "she's very pretty, so i guess....i guess it makes sense...."

roman sighs loudly. this was the last thing he expected to happen at said appointment. standing up from the chair and leaning down to gently grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him, "you are pretty." he waits until their gazes are locked before continuing, trailing his finger across her cheek. "and the only one who matters."

he's pleased to see a small smile on her face that she's clearly trying to suppress. he chuckles. "i put a baby in you, solana. two." her giggle is the kind of confirmation he needs to know she's feeling a bit better. good. "that should tell you all you need to know."

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Trying to read your LTYE story but can you tell me when things start to get good? Like when Roman and the girl finally have sex? Why is that taking so long anyway Or even kiss? It's so slow pace rn

lmao.

i've said it before in various different ways, but i guess it's time i'm blunt.

if you lack emotional maturity, do not read 'looking through your eyes."

if you do not enjoy slow burns, do not read 'looking through your eyes.'

if you are easily triggered, do not read 'looking through your eyes.'

if all you want is to read two people fucking and gratuitous sex scenes, do not read 'looking through your eyes.'

if you do not like long-term storytelling, do not read 'looking through your eyes.'

the story is not intended or meant for individuals who cannot process or understand that this is a layered work of fiction. i psychoanalyze people for a living. that shit is reflected, one way or another, in my writing. this is also my story that i wrote the way i wanted to. if you don't like the pacing or characters or even understand why it "takes so long" for the characters to consummate their marriage, you obviously lack the critical thinking skills to understand said story.

you're 100000% entitled to think whatever. think it's boring, slow, underwhelming. i get it. it's not for everyone.

just don't read it.

class dismissed.

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MA'AM do you think we're gonna say no to you posting any form of writing, whether it's uncompleted or not?? I think I can speak for the whole Arisylum when I say POST IT MAMAS

😭😭😭 okay! i'll just post it here 😩

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To say Solana misses her husband would be an understatement. A severe downplay of how difficult it is to be away from him as long as she has, even with the logical part of her that knows and understands why.

It’s just when the emotions and…..other things kick in that have her craving and yearning from him more ways than one.

Her feet press into his shoulder blades following her another deliciously slow, languid lick of his tongue up her cunt. His hand on her abdomen, applying just enough pressure to keep her clitoris exposed and available to him to do as he pleases.

As she pleases as well.

Whining and writhing, she does her best not to disturb the pillow under her hips that keeps her bottom half elevated just enough for him to do exactly what he’s doing now.

Eating her out within an inch of her insanity.

“Baby….” Solana’s moan is eclipsed by his tongue and lips focusing back on her clit, the slurping sound of him sucking on her with precision and hunger making her stomach coil. “Too much….”

Roman lifts his head only for a second to observe her, to make sure it really isn’t too much. 

It’s not.

Eyes never leaving the breathtaking sight of her head thrown back, those big beautiful breast of hers moving and jiggling from all her movement.

“No,” he finally comments, fingers swirling around the absolute mess she’s made all over these nice ass sheets. “You can handle it, baby, can’t you?”

Her mixture of a moan and a reply has him wanting to stroke his erect dick, pre cum spilling down his shaft. Eating her out always serves as the best foreplay. Her enjoyment and his have to be about what and what.

“I have to take care of my sweet girl.” Solana fists the sheets and hisses when he blows his minty breath across her. “Don’t you want me to take care of you, baby?”

Another whine and wiggle. “Y—yes.”

A pleased sound from between her legs. “Then let me finish eating my pussy.”

A bold, possessive statement followed by him submerging his face between that sacred, dripping space between her legs. It’s a combination of both their moans and carnal sounds of pleasure that have them each struggling .

Roman’s tongue swirls around her, lapping and loving the taste of her. “Fuck, baby. You have any idea how much I love this shit?” He presses a kiss to her lips. “How much I love eating this pussy?” A rhetorical question that still has her fighting the burning need to come all over this place. “Goddamn, you stay so sweet. Just for me. Always and forever mine.”

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