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Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

Requested: Hello!! :) hope you're having a great day! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where you are watching 'IT' for the first time with Bill but you hate clowns. Kept up the good work!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1665

A/N: Thanks for requesting hopefully this is what you wanted - I know it is a bit different, but I really enjoyed writing this!

All her life, Y/N saw herself as a coward. She was a coward during the first grade spelling bee, during every exam or test, during her first date, during college tours, during everything. During every somewhat challenging situation her heart would begin to race, her hands would become clammy, and her mouth would become ickily dry. No matter how much she recited ‘this too shall pass’ to herself, the mantra never seemed to stick.

A few years back, Y/N decided to make peace with her cowardice and therefore come to terms that she was just destined to lead a boring, dull life. No airplanes (it could crash!), no public-speaking (what would everyone think of her?!), no walking atop the space needle (heights!). Which was fine. It was fine with her.

This epiphany (as it was just her luck) took place a year before Bill entered her life. A daring and fearless character, hell, the man was a regular Nik Wallenda. While she spent her days alone answering phones in a cubicle, he was out pursing his dream in one of the most difficult industries out there. If she ever asked him about it, she knew he’d laugh. He’d clutch his stomach and laugh aloud and say, “Yes how courageous of me to go to forty auditions a week and get none of them”. She wouldn’t reply, but in her head she would think, that is exactly my point.

Her cowardice was even the root of most of their arguments. Even though the majority of their disagreements dealt with silly things like forgetting to buy Bill’s peach smelling soap or printer ink, some, however, were very much real. Those debates could be so loud it rattled the ceiling above them and quaked the floor beneath them.

When Bill got the role of Pennywise the argument they had was earth shattering.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE TELLING ME NOT TO TAKE THIS! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MY ENTIRE CAREER!” Bill yelled, he was blue in the face already from screaming and he had stretched to his full height of 6’4. He was still dressed in his plaid yellow pajama pants and an old t-shirt from Y/N’s cousin’s wedding (‘Laura and Tom Forever’ was hardly visible now that he had worn it and washed it countless times). He reached over Y/N’s shoulder and roughly poured coffee into his mug. The hot coffee splashed all over the floor, burning the tips of Y/N’s toes.

“I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE IT, BILL!” Y/N countered, ignoring the dull pain in her toes. “I’M SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS IS! HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK WE’LL SEE EACH OTHER ONCE FILMING STARTS HM? ONCE A WEEK? THAT - IS - NOT - GOOD - ENOUGH!” The thing about Y/N (and most cowards for that matter) was that she could never let an argument go. Once she started she was like a ball rolling down a hill. She couldn’t ever walk away for fear of what might happen if she did; would he walk away too?

“I THINK WE’LL WORK IT OUT! HONESTLY YOU’RE JUST BEING SELFISH AS ALWAYS!” Bill screeched back, but as he used his arms to gesture the rest of the coffee in the mug spilt onto the floor. Y/N jumped and retreated but, if she were to be honest, she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the coffee or because of the vile in Bill’s words. Selfish as always, he had said. Though they had made up eventually, after cleaning the coffee and apologizing to one another profusely, she couldn’t get those words out of the back of her mind. Like a ghost they followed her, when Bill came home for the first time since filming started, Selfish as always, when she met the cast of the Loser’s Club, Selfish as always, when Y/N went to set to see Bill, Selfish as always. Perhaps it was in the nature of the cowards, to be selfish, always fearing the ultimate thing as they watched their own backs.

So Y/N tried to make peace with that development too.

“Hey honey,” Bill murmured as he leant down to peck Y/N’s buttery lips. She had just gotten off the plane, her pillow still hanging around her neck and headphones spilling from her ears, she lugged a heavy carry on bag. “Let me get that for you,” Bill said, still just as quiet as he attempted to grab the handle of the case but Y/N immediately used her right hand to pull it away from his helpful grasp.

“I got it babe,” Y/N replied, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder comfortingly with her free hand. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, lips apart for only a moment, before shaking it off and telling her all about his day (“I told you about how I was nervous for that scene but Andy said to just…”). Y/N listened carefully, trying to hang onto every word to ask him about later. As Bill spoke on and on and on, Y/N nodded, laughed, smiled at what she hoped were all appropriate times. She dragged her suitcase along the cold floor of the airport, finally reaching the sliding glass entrance doors which revealed a cloudy scene. There were plenty of places she would’ve rather been then cloudy and rainy Vancouver (take for example sunny California), but Bill had wanted her here to experience the full screening of IT with the rest of the cast and crew. Therefore here she was.

Once they reached Bill’s car, Bill, helpful bugger that he was, took Y/N’s suitcase, opened the car door for her, and buckled her seatbelt. Selfish as al-. She stopped herself from thinking the rest, breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. She had been concentrating so much so on her breathing that, before she could realize it, she was sitting in front of a big blank movie screen in a small, freezing theater. She could slightly remember going to bed the night before, being pulled by the waist into Bill’s long and strong arms. She could slightly remember getting dressed this morning, being prepped on what she could and could not reveal to the public about the movie (like she’d be able to talk to any sort of media).

As the introduction music played and the screen blinked to life, Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him like he had done last night. He looked at her, smile wider than Y/N had ever seen before and whispered in her ear (as to not to disturb anyone else in the theater), “Are you excited?” Y/N quickly nodded back, smiling just as wide (but not nearly as genuine), before motioning for him to hush.

As the movie rolled on, the happiness from the cast and crew was palpable, which was ironic considering the dark subject of the film. Bill kept on leaning in to whisper things in her ear and nudge her to let her know to pay attention at certain bits. Y/N was so proud of him. It was truly beautiful to know how talented the person one loves is, but as the scenes played on she couldn’t help herself but tear a bit. She was not necessarily afraid of the movie. Pennywise, for all intents and purposes was her boyfriend, she had seen him in and out of costume a number of times. Regardless, by the time Bill was on screen climbing out from a refrigerator, Y/N couldn’t help but silently sob. Wet, full, heavy tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled into her lap. Selfish as always, Y/N remembered as she rubbed her nose with the back of her sweater, creating a pitiful sniffle that alerted Bill to look at her.

“Y/N, ar-are you crying?” Bill asked, reaching up to touch her cheek with pads of his fingertips. She looked away from him, causing his arm to fall from her face. “Y/N?” He repeated, and she could feel his looming figure ghost over her shoulder. She took a shaky breath in, letting it rattle her rib cage, before grabbing her coat and leaving the small cinema entirely. She pushed her way out of the double doors, and covered her face with her hands, as tears after tears pour from her ducts.

“Y/N! Y/N WHAT THE HELL!” She could hear her boyfriend shout from in the theater, but she ignored it. She simply leant against the wall and sank. Sank to the floor.

“Y/N WHAT - WHAT - oh.” He stopped as he saw her state. Sunken. “What happened? What - is- is it movie?” He didn’t crouch on his knees to comfort her like she had expected him to, rather he just stood aloof.

She wiped tears from her soft cheek and laughed sardonically. “No n-.”

“Then what is it? Why are you -?” Bill asked, Y/N could sense the strain and panic rising in his voice. He waited for a few moments shuffling back and forth on his heels awkwardly as he awaited a response.

“BECAUSE!” She finally yelled, cutting the tension, causing more wet hot drops to squeeze out. “I’m TRYING NOT to be ‘selfish as always’ and I’m TRYING to brave, because I can see how much you love this but - but..” She trailed off, to have the things she have been thinking about over the course of the last year finally vocalize was a relief but she couldn’t help but to stop once she saw Bill crestfallen.

“But what?” Bill whimpered so quietly Y/N wasn’t sure she had actually heard it.

“But I can’t.” She said, pushing herself off the wall and standing up. Tears still streamed down her face and she could tell that her eyes were red and puffy, but she got up anyhow and left.

[rikersr5erforeverlove]

Bathtub fun// Roman Godfrey smut

The soft sounds of water running, awoke me out of my nap. Getting up slowly, looking around to find Roman was not anywhere to be seen in his room. I looked towards his bathroom door and notice what appears to be steam coming out from underneath the opening. I get up and walked to the door to hear faint music playing. I open the door slowly and find Roman laying in the bathtub, smoking a joint and blowing o's. "Look who's finally awake" Roman chuckles. He looks me in the eyes as if telling me he wants me to join him. I stare admiringly at his toned body, wanting to feel it pressed against me. There's no denying that Roman was a sex god. At least once a day he had me thinking about his body and the way it worked upon mine. My eyes reached back up to Romans and I saw him raise an eyebrow. I started to take off my shirt agonizing slow. I could see lust start to cloud over in his eyes. I finished undressing and climbed into the bath with him, facing in his direction. I smirked at the beautiful man in front of me. He leaned towards me handing me the joint and I took a puff from it. I held it in for a few moments and exhaled. I saw Roman watching me with wandering eyes. "You know I think this is the first time we have shared a bath together" Roman spoke. "Do you mind that I'm in here with you" I asked? "Not one bit, I actually have an idea of what we can do in here" he cracked a smile. I knew what Roman meant, so instead of teasing him I leaned in and pressed my lips against his hungry ones. I felt his hand cup my cheek, essentially holding my head in place so I wouldn't move away. I moved my body so that I was straddling his waist. I felt his other hand come to rest on my hip and rub gentle circles on my side. Roman pulled away from my lips and started working on my neck and collarbone. My moans started to mix with the soft music playing in the background. The feeling of his lips on my body always sent shivers down my spine and to my core. I was so focused on Romans lips attacking my neck I didn't even notice him slip two fingers inside of me. "You like when I finger you baby" Roman groaned in my ear. I didn't trust my voice so I just nodded. I felt Roman grad my hair and jerk my head back. "Use your voice" he demanded. "Fuck yes Roman, I love it but please just fuck me" I yelled out in pleasure. I felt Romans fingers slip out of me and soon be replaced with his cock. He didn't given me anytime to adjust and just started pounding into me with force. Every time Roman and I would fuck and it always felt like a new experience. "Y/n I love how tight you are even though I fuck constantly" Roman groaned. "Do you baby" I whispered, while starting to match my hips with his. "Oh god yes I do." I started kissing and nipping at Romans neck, marking him as mine. My hands roaming his hair, tugging at it. I could feel him going deeper with each thrust. I could tell Roman was holding back but I couldn't tell what it was . I then noticed him holding a razor blade in his hand and I instantly knew what he wanted. "Go head baby, use me" I moaned out in pleasure wanting him to just fully take me. "Are you sure" Roman asked? I looked him in the eyes and nodded. I was still riding him when I felt the blade run down my shoulder. I felt Romans mouth wrap around the open cut, draining me of my blood. It hurt but weirdly it felt pleasurable. I tried to lean back a bit, hitting a different angle inside of me bringing my release closer to the edge. Roman wiped off his mouth, grabbed my face and kissed me. He started to go faster bringing me to my orgasm. "Roman I'm coming" I whimpered. "Good baby I'm almost there just hold on." A few moments later I could feel him twitch and cum inside me. "Oh fuck y/n." I gripped his hair between my fingers pulling at it roughly. He thrusted a few more times, to ride out our highs together. He then pulled out gently and my body slumped against his. I started to close my eyes exhausted by fact that I let him feed off of me and the intimate act we just did. "Y/n don"t go to sleep, I still gotta patch you up" Roman chuckled. I looked up at him through hooded lashes and pulled him face towards mine and kissed him chastely. Roman then picked me up and sat me down on the bathroom counter, finding the first aid kit and patching me up. Once done putting the bandaid on the cut he made, he kissed it leaning into my neck and littering kisses along my jawline. "Let's get you back to bed" He smiled at me. Roman helped me off the counter and brought me back to his room where he gave me one of his shirts and cuddled me until I eventually fell asleep again.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Peter x Reader

Requested By @mrswinchester917

Warnings: smut, sex, dirty talking

You had mentioned in passing that you thought Peter was attractive. It hadn’t been anything you thought Roman would obsess over. All you’d said was that you thought Peter was attractive in a striking sort of way and that you were sure he would find someone to settle down with.

Hope it would sooth Roman’s grumbling that Peter was alone in the trailer and that he wouldn’t stay at the house the two of you.

Now several hours later Roman had summoned Peter to the house. According to Peter he had been demanded at the house for something important. You nodded and tried to get what the issue was out of Roman who was thoughtfully quiet most of the night. After dinner had been served up Roman shooed you both to the living room.

“You’re going to fuck each other while I watch.” Roman muttered and broke the lazy silence that had fallen over the room. You and Peter glanced at each other, then at Roman who had an intense look on his face.

 “Excuse me?” You mumbled and looked him over closely to see if he was joking.

“I want to watch him fuck you.”  Roman repeated as he snaked an arm over your shoulder. He looked at Peter who looked a bit… confused.

 “You want me to have sex with your girlfriend, Roman… you know what I’m up for it.” Peter nodded and shrugged as they both looked at you. He said it as if it was one of the more normal things Roman had asked of him. Knowing Roman it probably was.

“Fine, he’s cute and you’re both insane so what the heck.” You mumbled as Roman smirked over at Peter. Peter winked when you gave him a sheepish look.

“I knew you’d want too.” He muttered and lifted you over his shoulder as you squealed for him to let you down.

 Roman dumped you on his bed and tugged your clothes off while Peter practically fell over trying to get undressed quick enough. Roman pinned you to the bed, kissing you roughly, as he waited for Peter to join you.

 “You better put on a show for me Princess.” Roman muttered as he planted a final kiss on you and sat in the armchair that sat in the corner of the room.

“You know you’re hot, right?” Peter asked as you pushed him onto his back, his hands skimming your sides.

“I know… you’re not too bad for a werewolf.” You hummed as he gripped your hips and swore as you sank down on him without any warning.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N) does it feel good to fuck Peter?” Roman grunted and when you glanced over he was jerking off in the same rhythm as you and Peter.

 “So, good Roman.” You mumbled.

Roman smirked as Peter moved your hands to his shoulders, bucking his hips up to meet yours, as you rode him. Your head fell back as you sped up the pace, Roman and Peter’s moans matched yours as the burn between your legs grew hotter.

“(Y/N).” Roman moaned and you bit your bottom lip as your hips slowed and Peter had to take over as your orgasm slowly built. “Look at me (Y/N).” He ordered and your head lolled back so you could look at Roman as you high washed over you.

“Shee-it (Y/N) … that was good.” Peter chuckled awkwardly as you slumped against his chest and Roman crawled into bed.

“Yeah, she is, but she’s still mine.” Roman yawned and tugged you off Peter’s chest so he could spoon you.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader

Requested By @twilight-loveer

Part One

Shelly waved when Anna let you into the house, waiting politely while you took off your shoes and set neatly on the porchway, following her up to her room as usual. 

After a few hours Roman came back with the boy who Letha and Shelly talked about, you could never remember his name, but he smiled and waved when you hurried to help Anna carry the drinks up.

“I thought you only came on a Wednesday.” Roan grunted and you blushed, recalling the last few times you’d come over, sharing award but thrilling moments with Roman who thought nothing more of it than a way to satisfy his boredom.

“We have some more stuff so I’m coming on the weekends too.” You muttered and hurried off.

“She’s cute.” Peter chuckled and vanished into Roman’s room whatever he said after became faint and too quiet to hear.

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“Hello Mrs Godfrey.” You mumbled politely and Oliva looked at you as if she’d only just realised you were there.

 “You’re here again, would you go tell Roman dinner to be ready in an hour, and if you wouldn’t mind telling me if the boy has left.” She sighed and decided you were rather pleasant if not only for the fact that you were well mannered and timid.

When you knocked on Roman’s open door you found it completely empty and, rather than face the terrifying Godfrey matriarch, you pattered across his room and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Um Roman it’s (Y/N) … your Mom said that dinner will…” you started.

“(Y/N) I can’t hear you, come in.” He called and you testily opened the door, blushing and looking away when you found him settled in the bath as if it was completely normal to invite someone in while you’re bathing.

 “Your Mom said dinner will be done in an hour.” You mumbled and went to leave as he leant forward.

“Hey, wait you came up you don’t wanna… I dunno get in with me?” Roman asked and you shook your head.

“I have to finish with Shelly.” You muttered and felt the fluttering heat that Roman caused whenever he tried or suggested anything start to blaze.

“Oh, alright then.” He watched you leave, deciding to stay in the tub just in case his offer lured you back up.

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 Roman frowned when he spotted you at the other end of the table with Shelly, both still working, Oliva was nowhere to be seen so he shrugged and sat down, watching you concentrate on whatever you were working on.

“Where’s Mom?” Roman asked just so he could get you to look at him.

“Oh I was supposed to say she went to see Pryce and that we’d eat without her.” The robotic voice of Shelly’s phone echoed around the room. 

“Well (Y/N) are you staying for dinner, I can take you home after.” Roman asked and you looked up from the book in front of you.

 “Um… I… maybe.” You blushed and Shelly smiled as she insisted you should stay, cleaning away the books you’d been studying from, leaning you and Roman alone as she went to put them away.

He pushed his seat back and pulled yours to face him, sliding his hands up your thighs, smiling to himself when he realised you were wearing the same dress you had been when he first got you alone.

“You’ve been avoiding me but you like the attention, are you going to leave me hot and bothered or be a good girl?” Roman drawled and you fidgeted in the chair and avoided answering until Shelly came back. “Fine, we’ll talk on the ride home.”

[bonniebird]

Reader x Roman

Warnings: sex, smut, car sex, swearing

Requested By Anon

The bell let out a shrill ring. As soon as you could shove your things into your bag you stormed out of your class, hoping to avoid your teacher but she called you back. Making Roman stop and lean against the snake tank as he waited for her to explain what she wanted.

“The two of you need to redo your projects, you’re doing them together.” She said and Roman started laughing. He glanced at you and looked you up and down.

“You think I’m going to work with her?” He laughed and you glowered at him.

“Yes I do; you can stay after school.” She walked away and left the two of you to glare at each other. The two of you stared each other down. Glaring as neither one of you moved to the door.

“I hate you.” You snapped at Roman.

“No you don’t.” He snickered.

 “Oh yeah and how’d you know that?” you asked and crossed your arms, leaning on one leg as you waited for the snobby boy to answer.

“Next year I inherit Godfrey industries, you’ll be in the long line of girls who want to pour me a glass of whiskey and cook me dinner when I get home.” He smirked until you burst into laughter and clutched your stomach.

“If you can find a little house frau in this day and age I’ll be impressed, times have moved on and… no one gives a damn about Richie rich.” You continued laughing as you walked away and left Roman brooding in a mood.

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 “Hey!” Roman yelled when he saw you trying to sneak out of school.

“You really want to do the project?” You sighed and he shrugged.

“No but if I fail one more class I’ll be expelled and I need to at least graduate.” He shrugged and the two of you headed to the library.

The two of you walked through the project, the playful back and forth escalating as the night went on, to the point that Roman was shuffling closer in hopes of getting something from you before you were kicked out of the library.

“You want a lift home; the next bus won’t be for an hour.” Roman offered and you stopped walking.

  “Did you just offer something nicely?” You chuckled and he shrugged, letting you climb in his car.

“Walk home in the cold then.” He grunted. 

The two of you had hated each other since either of you could remember. To your disappointment Roman had grown up pretty hot and you had to hide the fact that you thought he was cute behind long strings of teasing.

“You should fuck me.” Roman muttered as he pulled up in your drive.

“Excuse me?” You asked, not stopping his hand from wandering up your skirt. 

“You heard.” He muttered and pulled away and unbuckled his trousers.

He didn’t bother waiting for you to respond as you climbed onto his lap and pulled your panties to the side, he jerked his hips up to yours and you let out a sharp gasp as you were immediately filled. One of his hands palmed your breast while the other reached to the dash to balance himself and the two of you were wrapped up in take your frustrations out on each other, the car silent bar the grunts and moans the two of you made and the occasional groan of the car.

“You’re so fucked up Godfrey.” You said as your climax built to its peak and you realised he was rubbing a circle of blood onto you.

“Shut up or I won’t lock the door in the homeroom tomorrow.” He grunted.

“Why’d you plan on locking the door.” You asked.

 “Gonna pick a desk and bend you over it, but it’s cool… I don’t have to lock the door and just anyone could walk in.” The deep cruel tone in his voice had Goosebumps rising across your skin and all too soon you hit your high.

“There’s just one problem.” You hummed as you climbed off him and fixed your clothes.

“You’re not a house frau?” Roman snickered.

“I don’t bend over anything for anyone.” You smirked when his face dropped and his eyes lusted over as you climbed out of the car.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: bondage, swearing, rough sex, smut, bossy Roman, Dom!Reader, Roman's thing with the razor' biting, blood play

Roman couldn’t help but laugh at how angry he’d made you. You’d actually taken his keys and headed out to the car as if it would make him follow you out of the club. When he finally found you you’d started the car and he had to lean into the roadster, pulling the keys out, so you wouldn’t drive off.

“Come on (Y/N), at least wait for me to get this girl alone for a bit.” Roman smirked.

“No I’m pissed off at you, you’re not a god Roman so you just URGH!” You growled out in frustration as he swaggered away and followed him inside, ditching him to find someone who could take you home.

Just when you’d found someone willing to take you home Roman spotted you, ditching the girl he’d been attempting to hook up with and hurtled through the crowd to you. When he gripped your arm and yanked you back outside you punched his chest hoping he’d stop.

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Roman hissed.

“Excuse me, you’re the little blood drinking psycho who thinks he can pull me around!” You yelled at him.

“You don’t get to let other guys take you home… you’re mine.” Roman snapped as he climbed in the car and you had no choice but to get in or be taken home by the stranger.

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 You didn’t say a word too Roman, glaring at him whenever he tried to make a joke or talk. When you reached his house you stormed across the drive and punched in the key code, stamping up the wooden stairs to his room where your bag was waiting.

“Stop!” Roman grumbled when you turned to find him blocking the doorway and attempted to push past him. “You’re staying.”

 With a sudden surge of confidence, you slapped him across the face, anger flaring in your eyes and you took a step back, reluctantly letting him walk you across the room. Once you had nowhere else to go you square your shoulders and glared at Roman.

You hated how horrible he was, how he’d claimed your friendship because you were the most desirable, how for some reason despite yourself you let him disrespect you at every chance he got. But the thing you hated most was his stupidly attractive face that had you wanting to be one of those girls he had for the night.

When you launched yourself forwards his eyes widened, catching you around the waist as you yanked his shirt and kissed him. He’d expected you to whimper and apologies or beg for him to forgive you for the slap. 

“(Y/N) what’re you doing?” Roman’s voice was a husky rumble as he waited for you to answer but the only action you made was to push him against the edge of his bed.

“I’m not yours.” You grumbled.

“Alright then.” Roman muttered slowly waiting for you to explain yourself.

“You’re not the boss and you can’t make me do what you want.” You spat and shoved him hard enough to push him down before clambering onto him.

“Oh and you think you are?” Roman chuckled. “Is that what this is?”

You glared at him and he erupted into laughter, not even stopping when you started to grind against him, his hands helping you move as he continued to laugh at you.

“Did I make you mad (Y/N) and now you want to be in charge?” Roman teased.

 You let out a growl of frustration when he didn’t take you seriously and you decided you’d had enough of him for one night. Climbing off him you head to the door but he grabbed your thigh and span you to face him, a hand roughly pulling your hair as he stood pulling you up to look at him so he didn’t have to stoop when he claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss.

He pushed you down onto his bed, your body obediently following Roman’s gentle nudges until you were where he wanted you, both completely naked and breathing heavily. It wasn’t until Roman was tying your hands with the silky pink ribbon to your dressing gown that you realized you’d managed to be seduced into submitting for Roman.

He slipped two fingers between the material and your hand as if checking he hadn’t tied them too tightly. Once he was done he gripped both your ankles in one hand, moving until his breath fanned over your core.

 “Roman stop.” You complained.

You were surprised when he did, dropping your legs and backing away nervously, hoping he hadn’t upset you and encouraged you to ditch him like Peter had. He waited for you to say something but when you didn’t he edged back to where he was, watching and waiting for you to say no again.

“Roman, I said stop.” The ball of your foot met his forehead, stopping him from getting to where he wanted.

“But… you’re so wet… you… why?” He rambled, looking utterly defeated as he watched your body.

 “Untie me.” You demanded. After a moment's deliberation he gave in and untied you, completely taken by surprise when your legs wrapped around him and he found himself lying under you.

“(Y/N) don’t you dare.” Roman warning as you ground against him and used his distraction to tie his hands above his head.

“Bite me Godfrey.” You hummed.

“Don’t tempt me sweetheart.” Roman hissed.

You let your fingertips trace over Roman’s body, teasing and playing, until the boy was stiff with sexual frustration and practically snapping the restraints. You didn’t give him warning as you sank down onto him, the feeling of begging suddenly filled knocked the air out of you, your eyes rolling as a croak of a gasp escaped.

 Roman’s jaw was stubbornly set, attempting to not react to you riding him, every drop of your hips was as rough as he’d have been, but it didn’t stop the childish tantrum of not being able to touch you. He reluctantly gave into the urge to roll his eyes back when you let out a whimper, your walls clenching around him when you wanted nothing more than to have your power over Roman last longer.

“Razor.” He grunted but you continued and completely ignored him.

“Shh.” You gasped and he querched an eyebrow, snapping his hips up to meet yours and you came utterly undone, collapsing against him.

“Does it make you mad that your little dominating attempt didn’t get me off?” Roman teased.

“Nope.” You hummed.

 With a smirk you left him wound up and tied to the bed, hurrying to the bathroom to freshen up, being sure to leave the door open. He didn’t say a word as you skipped back into the room and reclaimed your position over him, rolling his swollen head against your clit.

He grunted when you sank down on him again, his glowering turning to a hooded gaze. He smirked when you went to untie his hands but hesitated, glancing down at him and swallowing.

“If I let you go will I still be in charge?” You asked him, nibbling your lip as he rocked his hips and seemed to wrap up watching his hard on slide between your folds to answer.

“You can try.” Roman muttered.

 You slowly undid his hands and the first thing he did was make a grab for the razor that you’d moved out of his reach. Your fingers slowly moved up his neck and to the back of his hair like he’d done with you and wrapped into his hair, tugging it and using the grip to sit him up.

“You’re fun when you're mad.” Roman groaned.

He sighed when your legs wrapped around his waist and you began bouncing on his lap, each time letting yourself drop lower onto his member. His hands went to caress your side and you let out an irked whimper. Showing him that you wanted to be rough you grabbed his hair again and tugged it until you could bite harshly into his neck.

The moan that left him encouraged more bites and soon your roughness had encouraged him to pound into you hard enough for you to feel bruises forming where his hip bones met your thighs.

 “Shee-it.” Roman groaned when your nails raked over his back.

He dropped back and your eyes widened when you saw the tint of Roman’s blood when you’d scratched him too hard. Roman’s mouth dropped open in his attempts to keep his rough pace and when he saw the blood on your fingers he had an even harder time not blowing his load.

“Roman… your… cumming after me.” You demanded as one of his hands went to your hip while his other flicked over your breasts.

“Yes (Y/N).” He grunted.

 When you felt your walls clench around him again you held out two fingers, offering him the chance to greedily gobble up the blood, his tongue swirling around your fingers as he twitched inside of you. Your high hit you harder than before, the Upir had to grab you around the waist to stop your body falling backwards when you went lip and after a few more thrusts he’d followed behind.

“Feel better?” Roman croaked as he let you drop down against him.

“Yes but you’re still a giant ass.” You hummed.

“Yeah but I’m still the boss.” He shrugged and you huffed making him chuckle.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Dom!Roman, spanking, oral, swearing

AN: I’m sorry if it’s not kinky and is like totally awkward and cheese I rewrote it cause I got embarrassed and tried to add more but I don’t think I wrote it very well :P

Roman kept his gaze straight ahead, fixed on the road, your hand slowly skimmed its way over his crotch and he had to bite back a groan or Peter would wake and know what was going on. Peter had woken you both early that morning and Roman had insisted that in your sleepy state and tiny pyjamas, that you had to sit on his lap. 

Naturally you decided to have some fun with him, subtly rolling your hips against him, moaning and humming just loud enough for Roman to hear. When Roman agreed to drive Peter to where he was going, you decided to be a little meaner when you were dressing, dropping your nightie to the floor in a pool and revealing that you had absolutely nothing on underneath. 

“If you don’t stop you’ll regret it.” Roman hissed out through gritted teeth.

“But you don’t want me to stop.” You giggled, fingertips teasing the firm bulge that now pressed against his jeans.

“Don’t think I won’t pull over and fuck you in front of Peter.” Roman hissed out.

“Fine.” You hummed with a smile and retreated your hand only to pop the button on your own jeans and begin teasing yourself.

The car swerved a little as he tried to watch you and the road, the place to drop off Peter seemed to come rather quickly and you were certain the ride home was quicker than the ride out. He was out as quick as he could and yanked your door open. 

“Out now.” Was all he snapped at you.

He gripped your arm and practically frog marched you into the house. As soon as the front door was shut you were turned around and Roman yanked your jeans down to your thighs, his fingers pushing past your panties and into your core without any time for adjustment.

“All the times I’ve fucked you and I’ve been slow and gentle was because you were being a good girl.” Roman paused as he curled his fingers and you moaned. “You’re going to go upstairs and take your clothes off, when I get up there you better be sat in the middle of the bed waiting for me.”

 He smiled to himself as you scurried off, taking his sweet time to pour himself a drink and pull off his coat. His hands went to his tie and his eyes darkened as he thought over how to punish your teasing.

“On your front.” Roman hummed as he strode into the room.

You flipped over and gasped when he suddenly wrapped his tie around your wrists, pulling until you could only just move your arms and tied the other end to the headboard. You went to ask him what he was going to do, tease him a little more but a hard slap burnt against your ass, stopping any torment from escaping past the whimper.

 “If you think for a second.” He paused as he landed another slap. “You’re ready to play my games with me.”

He stopped and gently tugged your hair so he could kiss your throat and leave a bruising kiss.

“You’d be wrong.” He hummed, pulling away and slowly removing his clothes, making sure you could see the entire thing. 

“Roman please!” You whimpered only for him to move away from you and leave another, gentler slap.

“Ah, only good girls can call me Roman and you weren’t a good girl were you (Y/N)?” He hummed as he gently smooths the red mark he’d left on you.

“No?” You whimpered out as he moved his hand to skim a finger through your folds, skimming your clit and core until his finger was slick with your juices, sucking it clean with a low moan.

“Well until you learn to behave like a good girl, you’re going to have to call me Mr Godfrey.” He smirked when you tried to hold in a giggle.

 You were left moaning into the pillows as he thrusted into you hard, pulling out as soon as he had himself buried into you, when he rapidly thrust back into you your moan came out loud and untamed.

His hand tangled into your hair, pulling you head back as he braced himself against the headboard with the other, pushing himself deeper into you with each hard thrust. You cried out and clenched around him, nearly toppling over the edge of your high.

“No.” He grunted and pulled out of you.

“But Ro… Mr Godfrey.” You complained as he stood and gripped the headboard with both hands.

“(Y/N) you know what the bad girls that call me Mr Godfrey do, don’t you?” He smiled when you nodded and crawled towards him.

 He swore as you took his whole length in your mouth without hesitating, the taste of your own juices filled your mouth as your tongue swirled and flicked. He moved his hips into your mouth, matching the rhythm you’d started, slowly grunting each time he hit the back of your throat.

“Shee-it.” He groaned as he twitched and hot liquid gushed over your tongue. “Such a good girl (Y/N).”

He dropped to his knees and pushed you flat on the bed, kissing you as his fingers found your wet heat, pumping into you and teasing your clit until you were squirming. He smiled when you began to clench around him, sucking harshly on your neck as your body stiffened and your eyes rolled.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: smut, teasing, masturbating, swearing

Part Two

“Hello.” You mumbled nervously when you knocked on the door and Olivia answered.

“My son isn’t available right now?” She sneered.

“Actually I have a class project with Shelly… I was here with her last week.” You say hoarsely. “She said that she’d be a bit late but I could come up early and set everything up… but I can wait outside if it’s a bother.” 

“No it’s fine, come in.” Oliva sighed. “You’ll have to wait upstairs while I fetch her… don’t touch anything.”

You took your shoes off and headed up the wide staircase as she left, it struck you as odd to be left alone in the fine house and you had to remind yourself that Olivia was terrifying so that you wouldn’t be tempted to look curiously at the art that was dotted around.

A loud moan made you jump and you glanced around to see who could have made the noise but found yourself on your own. You followed a series of shorter moans to a room with a door opened just a crack. 

“(Y/N)!” Your name falling from Roman’s mouth sounded seductive and depraved, he lay on his back, head pressed into the pillow as his hips rutted off the bed.

He turned his head and you froze, wide eyed, as he stared at you through the crack the door had made, not bothering to still his hand as he smirked. When you finally had the sense to pull away he hurried off the bed and yanked his door open all the way.

“If you like watching so much why don’t you help?” Roman’s smirk seemed to widen when you tried desperately to avoid looking at him.

A faint red coloured your cheeks as he gently took your hand and pulled you into his room, he hesitated but only for a moment. For someone who was used to getting what he wanted he’d accepted that you, might well be the one thing he’d never have, so he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with you knowing he’d sat you on the edge of his bed.

 The idea of having you at his mercy was appealing, almost thrilling, when he thought of how you were the sweet girl who’d quickly befriended Shelly. Most of the other girls would be on their hands and knees for him, the rest would have clambered into his bed when he spotted them.

But you were sat fidgeting, your thighs rubbing together and your dress tangling between your fingers as you played with your hands. Slowly he bent down and skimmed the pad of his thumb over your jaw line, the faint intake of breath making him smile as he ran his lip through his teeth.

“Seeing as you interrupted me I’m going to be in a bad mood, you’ve seen how bad those can get haven’t you.” He watched you until you nodded, unable to look at him in case your eyes wondered. “I think it’s only fair that you help me.”

“Help you?” You asked quietly.

 He nodded and let his hand trail away from your face, down to the small faux pearl buttons that held the top of your dress closed. He smiled to himself as you watched him slowly undo the buttons, making no sound in objection, letting him tug the dress of your shoulders to reveal the laced bra underneath.

He roughly pushed you back, standing over you as on hand slipped under the cups of your bra while the other returned to his length, gentle puffs of air fanning across your collarbone as he pumped himself at the sight of you.

“Shee-it (Y/N).” He choked out, his hand moving faster as he kissed down to the breast he was massaging and bit down on your nipple, sucking you through the dampened fabric.

 He continued to swear and groan as he bit and licked across your torso, his hand pumping himself rapidly until his body jerked and stiffened. He suddenly moved off you, jerking you off the bed and pushed you to your knees.

“What’re you…?” You asked still in shock and a lusted daze.

“Open and don’t choke.” Roman grunted as he gripped your head by your hair and pressed his tip against your mouth. 

You obediently did as you were told, letting him jerk his hips into your mouth until he stopped, hot liquid spurting into your mouth making your eyes water as he pushed to the back of your throat.

As soon as he was done he pulled away from you, smirking as he stroked through your hair a few times before climbing back into bed. Slowly you stood, buttoning your dress as he watched you, waiting for you to complain that you’d been left out.

“Wait.” He grunted as you went to shuffle from his room.

 He reached out and pulled you over to him, using his other hand to swipe at something before sliding his thumb into your mouth and running it over your teeth.

“You can leave now.” He hummed and slapped your behind as he sent you back out to the corridor. “Oh and I have detention tomorrow in case you want me to get you off to.”

“In detention?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, pay the teacher a couple of bucks he’ll leave.” Roman winked and you felt yourself becoming flustered again as you hurried to sit next to the elevator up to Shelly’s room and try to forget what you’d done with Roman.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: smut, sex, car sex, public sex, swearing

You slipped the bracelet into your bag without being noticed, three more small items found their way into your bag and you grabbed a scarf and some cute looking sandals on the way out. A smug smile played over your face as you skipped away from the store, a secret little thrill running through you when you thought over how easy it was to get away with it.

“(Y/N).” You stopped and turned to see Roman watching you. “Having fun?”

“What do you want Godfrey?” You asked, crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow as he strutted towards you.

 “We’re going to go have sex in my car.” Roman said with a smug smile and a look in his eyes that had your confidence wavering.

“Oh yeah and why’s that?” You asked as you squared up to the looming boy.

 He held up his phone and showed you several pictures of you in the shop. You sucked the air between your teeth and made a small tut sound, this wouldn’t be the first time you’d had a ‘quickie’ with Roman but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of ‘helping’ you.

Once he saw you’d decided you didn’t have any choice but to go along with him he led you to the car park behind the shop and let you get in. As soon as he was in he’d unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down enough for you to ride him.

“Shit (Y/N), do you own panties.” Roman hissed out as you threw a leg over him and sank down onto his length, giving him no time to prepare himself.

 “If you want me to wear some you should replace the ones you tore up.” You huffed as you began to bounce up and down causing him to grunt.

His hands travelled up your back and pulled at the knot keeping your dress up. As soon as it was loose he pulled it down around your waist, his hands roughly palming your breasts before pinching at your nipples.

The two of you exchanged sloppy kisses as you continued to rise up and down, the feeling of being filled by him making your eyes roll when he joined your rhythm by jerking his hips up to meet your pace.

Your fingers wound into his hair and tugged his head back, biting his lip as you moaned and felt your release wash over you, he followed quickly behind, his body bucking up into yours as he stiffened and whimpered.

“Delete the pictures.” You demanded and he handed over his phone while he continued to massage your breasts into his palms.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Roman, swearing,  dirty talk, bondage (Slight)

Roman could be heard bellowing through the phone to you from down the hall, he had no idea what had started the argument but you were now giving him a list of his flaws and why you wouldn’t be coming home.

“You can sleep on the fucking streets tonight that’s fine with me.” Roman said as he angrily slammed the phone’s cut off button and stared at it as if daring the phone to ring.

He was actually surprised when he got home and Anna told him you were still gone. When it got to two in the morning he was genuinely worried you’d finally left him and a bitter fury ran through him, he was perfect and you didn’t just get to leave him alone like this.

“Roman unlock the door you dick!” You yelled through the glass doors when you found the key card and lock had been locked and disarmed from the inside.

He reluctantly opened the door, hiding the relief that you’d come back to him behind a dark look of disdain. You were drenched head to toe and getting wetter by the second but he made no effort to beckon you inside.

“You’re wet.” He started making you sigh with impatiens.

“Yes, I’ve been to the stable and when I got home your car was in the drive so sat outside until I was ready to come in.” You explained through gritted teeth.

“Well don’t expect me to feel sorry when you get sick.” Roman said as you pushed past him and headed to your room.

“You never think about anyone but yourself so how could you feel sorry for me?” You mutter thinking he was still downstairs.

“Hey that’s not fair!” Roman objected as he stormed into the room and glared down at you.

“You got me fired and told Peter to never talk to me again!” You yelped out. “How is that benefiting me.”

“You have more time for me… us now.” Roman corrected himself when he saw just how angry what he was saying.

“You are the most arrogant, infuriating, ass hole in the entire fucking world!” you burst out.

He grabbed you by the back of the neck and smashed his lips to yours. You shoved him off and glared at him until he kicked the end of the bed and left you to get dry.

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You lay on your back wide awake, despite not talking to Roman his head was lent on your ribs with his arms squeezed round your waist, as selfishly needy as ever. You knew in the morning he’d kiss his way up to your lips and you’d cave, giving in and forgetting everything till the next argument but for once you wanted the upper hand.

“Stop fucking about I’m trying to sleep.” Roman whined when you wriggled to get comfy.

“Oh I’m so sorry princess.” You huffed and pushed him off you.

He stayed silent and an idea came to you, with his eyes burning into your back you headed to his closet and you vanished into the large room, returning with a tie.

“What the fuck (Y/N)?” He sighed when he let you tie his hands to the headboard.

“I’m sick of doing everything that you say, you’re an arrogant jerk and I am so mad at you.” you growled out, stunning the cocky boy into silence. “You are going to get my job back, I’m going to hang out with Peter again and you’re going to listen to me and if you don’t I’ll…”

You finished tying his hands and sat on his stomach, no idea what to say next as he’d never actually allowed you to take any of your frustration out on him before.

“Can I make a suggestion?” He muttered once he realized your predicament. “Either threaten me with no sex, or no cumming.”

“Stop helping me be mad at you!” Your outburst made him snicker but he quickly shut up when you got off him and stripped down. “I’ll leave you tied up until you leave for work and I’ll get myself off over and over, no touching any of me and every night I’ll have to do the same thing.”

For a moment Roman looked amused but then his wrists twitched and his eyes slowly trailed from you to where his hands were bound. A loud desperate groan left the boy and he swore loudly.

“Untie me.” He snapped when you began to spread your folds and tease your clit. “(Y/N) you have no idea how to touch yourself.”

“Urh yeah I do Roman, I was satisfying myself long before I let you take over.” You hum and line him with your entrance, kneeling above him and teasing his tip against your heat.

“Untie me now (Y/N).” His voice was cracked and lusted and you knew if you did as he asked he’d end up flipping you over.

You fixed him with a devious look and sank down onto him, he grunted and strained against the tie as his legs kicked against the bed and a loud moan left him as he bottomed out. You pulled nearly all the way up and then repeated, each time a gasp left your lips.

You’d never felt so powerful, the frustrations and hurt fuelled your brutal pace and he matched you with hard flicks of his desperate hips. The hot burning sensation filled your hips but you ignored it, desperate to continue the feel of him, for once, writhing in need of more contact with your skin.

“Shit (Y/N) Please.” Roman whimpered as your walls clenched and you came hard, riding him through your high and slowly pulling him out of you.

“Nope you don’t deserve to cum.” You say teasingly.

“(Y/N) don’t be such a…” He started to complain.

“A bitch, well think of this as my repayment for all the crappy fucks where you got off and I didn’t.” You hum and kiss his chest. “But I’ll untie you if you do one thing.”

“Anything!” Roman gasped desperately.

“Stop being so selfish.” You sigh and untie him when he nodded and promised that he’d think about you when he made decisions.

“So in the spirit of being selfless… you want to help me jerk off?” he grinned when you chucked his pillow at him. 

[bonniebird]

Roman x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Requested By Anons

Warnings: office sex, smut, sex

Part One

Part Two

Roman was in an undeniably foul mood. You could hear him screaming down the phone to whoever was receiving the brunt of his anger. When his lunch came the delivery girl, who normally flirted with Roman, glanced at you and dumped it on your desk.

With a deep, calming breath, you took the plate and glass of wine heading into the dragon’s lair. He glared at the door, his gaze softening when he set eyes on you, even thanking you for bringing him his lunch.

“You should take a lunch break.” Roman muttered.

“I’m fine, there’s a lot of stuff to do.” You say awkwardly. He nodded and let you walk out of his office, licking his lips as he wondered how to make you relax.

He waited for you to come into his office again, running his eyes over you appreciatively. Before you knew what he was doing he pushed his chair back, tugging you in front of him and running his hands down your sides.

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“You have been driving me mad for weeks.” Roman muttered.

“Oh… I… Sorry?” You squeaked nervously.

“You know, you could make it up to me and make my day a little better.” Roman’s fingers teased the hem of your pencil skirt.

You gasped when his thumb trailed small circles up your thighs. He bit his lip, watching you happily let his fingers tease you until he could feel the wet need for him pool between your legs. When you willingly let him turn you around and lean you over his desk he let out a low throaty moan. 

He slowly slid your skirt to your waist, swearing at the sight of you bent over for him before tugging your panties around your ankles. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling as Roman quickly tugged his jeans and boxers down, wasting no time in lining himself with your entrance and pushing into you.

  His eyes rolled as jerked his hips, his hand tight on the back of your neck as he kept you in place. Each rough thrust knocked the air out of you and soon your legs gave way meaning the only thing holding you up was the desk.

It didn’t take long for roman to blow his load, pulling out of you and jerking your back against his chest, his fingers teasing your clit as he whispered in your ear.

“You know when you cum for me you’re mine… no one else gets to have you like this, I don’t share things with sentimental value.” He muttered as he pressed onto your bundle of nerves.

He sucked a bruise into your neck as he slid two fingers into you, pumping into you until he had to hold you up, your walls clenching around your fingers before your eyes rolled and a loud groan fell past your lips. He watched you cum with curiosity, feeling pleased with the pleasured face he caused you to make.

“All mine.” He whispered as you came down.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Fem!Reader

Requested By @eyes-above-the-crowd

Warnings: smut, sex, public sex

Roman looked out the window as he got out of the bath, keeping an eye out for you as he wrapped a towel around his waist and took a drag from his cigarette. His mother had forbidden him from seeing you after she discovered that your cousins were the Rumanceks’, not that she could stop him from seeing you.

By the time he was dressed you were waiting for him, he grinned and snuck past his mother, jogging down the drive and scooping you up into his arms. As soon as he set you on the ground he was back to his usual self, kissing you as he backed you against a nearby tree and held your hips still while he ground against you.

“Roman!” You giggled as he kissed your neck.

“Shh, she’ll realize I’ve left soon so we don’t have much time.” Roman grunted as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up to wrap them around his waist.

You moaned quietly when he slid a hand up your skirt and into your panties, seeking out your clit in an attempt to quicken your need for him. Once he had you moaning loudly he grinned, satisfied enough to tug your hands from his hair and down to the buckle on his belt.

As soon as he had his jeans low enough he tugged your panties to one side, the both of you moaning as he slid into you, slowly thrusting against each other as you kissed. He was rough and needy, he hadn’t seen you for days and these few minutes would last you both until the next chance you go to sneak off together.

No words were wasted as you brought each other their own highs, bar a moan that hissed from Roman as you clenched around him and tugged at his hair while he buried his head in your neck so he could leave faint bruises.

You came together, loudly, clinging to each other as if your slow touches could slow time. He reluctantly set you down, kissing you roughly, before pushing away from you and heading back towards his house.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Fem!Reader Smut

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Smut, sex, fingering, oral

Being friends with Roman had its down side. All the girls that liked Roman would shun you, leaving you out when it came to parties or shopping sprees. This weekend was no different, Roman had been invited to several parties while you’d been invited to none, he’d be going to the loudest and biggest party on the list.

You were sitting in bed with a bowl of popcorn while you watched movies on your tv. Your attention was drawn away from the TV when you noticed Roman watching you from the doorway of your room.

“Hey Roman, what’re you doing here?” You asked quietly.

“It wasn’t fun without you.” He slurred. He climbed into your bed and flopped his head into your lap as he closed his eyes, your fingers stroking into his hair, letting his arms wrap his arms around your legs. 

He must have slept for hours because when he finally woke up you’d become so used to having him asleep on your lap you jumped. He groaned and slid his hands up and down your thighs as you flipped through the tv channels to find a new film.

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“Roman I’m bored there’s nothing on.” You moaned.

“I can think of something fun.” Roman mumbled, looking up at you from your lap with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He licked his lips and slid a hand under you, shifting just enough to pull your cotton shorts and throw a leg over his shoulder. You were half convinced you’d fallen asleep, the thought of your best friend ever being interested in you made you want to laugh. 

But here he was, kissing your inner thigh watching as his fingers slide through your folds, humming happily that you’d let him touch you in the way he’d wanted to do for years.

A glance up rewarded him with the sight of you attempting to keep you back from arching off the bed, nipples clear to him through your thin tank top and your lip swollen as you bit down to stop the trail of moans falling from them.

His fingers sought out your clit, wanting to be rewarded with the delicious sounds of you giving into him, but all he got was a breathy gasp. Frustrated he delved his fingers into your core as his mouth latched into the sensitive bud, sucking harshly as his fingers pumped into you, the only thing changing was the grip you now had on his hair.

He couldn’t understand it, his quick, sloppy and rough foreplay had always gotten other girls off with their moans and begging. That’s what he imagined you’d do if he ever got his hands on you, his tongue gently eased over the bundle of nerves as he thought and you completely came undone at the touch, he grinned and began touching you softly.

Your walls clenched around his fingers and he quickened his pace, kissing your abdomen when you came, a wide smile on his face as he pulled away and watched the aftermath of his quick work. Once you came down he frowned, licking his fingers as he decided how to make you call out his name.

His eyes fell shut as you trailed your fingertips along his jawline, tempting him to fall forward and kiss your neck, rolling your shirt up to expose your chest to him. He groaned at the sight, his hands fumbling with his jeans as the sight of you bare for him had his hard on straining against the fabric.

“Roman?” You mumbled, blushing as his gazed wracked over your body, you moved your hands to cover yourself when he didn’t say anything.

“You're perfect.” He said thoughtfully. He didn’t give you time to be embraced, stripping off his clothes before joining you on your bed, his mouth found yours as he moved your legs around his waist.

The only sound in your room was the faint panting from you and Roman, the sound of skin slicked against skin and the continuous tick of the clock. Both of you let the other explore your bodies, neither admitting that you’d wanted to do this for a long time.

 Roman’s fingers trailed over your skin as he sucked gently on one of your nipples while his fingers twist and tease the other. The feeling of his hands on you and the gentle thrusts of his hips, his member hitting your sweet spot with each jerked movement, had you falling closer and closer to your second orgasm that night.

When you finally clenched around him he pulled back, watching your eyes roll, his name falling from your lips mixed with profanities. The sight had him following quickly, thrusting through his own high to give you the most pleasure he could.

“Much better than a party.” Roman grunted as he lent his forehead against yours, kissing you softly as he rolled off you and pulled you against his chest.

[bonniebird]

Roman x Fem!Reader

Requested By @thejulietfarciertlove and Anon

Warnings: Semi public sex, swearing, smoking

It wasn’t unusual for Roman to have his eyes on a specific girl, he was known for it but it was unusual for him to go after the same girl for so long. The minute You walked up the front steps Roman’s eyes were on you, he seemed to be everywhere and even in your classes his eyes were fixed on you.

The attention quickly made you friends, even if you didn’t want them you had a crowd of girls following you adoringly at all times. You had no shortage of invites to parties and nights out, all because one boy liked to stare at you.

Deciding that you’d had enough of this ridiculousness you cornered him. Finding him in one of the stare wells that were tucked away in the huge school, smoking with his ever present best friend, who quickly vanished when you approached them.

“What’s your problem.” You snapped making the boy shoot you a disapproving look.

“Nothing I’m just waiting for you to ask.” Roman hummed as he took a drag from his cigarette.

“Ask what?” You bit back.

 “To fuck.” He stated as if it was an obvious answer. “Look you’re cute I’m attractive and you look like you could use it, plus the attention I’m giving you is making you pretty popular.”

“I don’t care about being popular, if anything I want to be less popular.” You snapped.

“Look just fuck me and I’ll leave you alone then.” Roman snapped.

“No, just leave me alone to start with.” You grumbled before storming up the stairs and bursting out the doors.

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 Your rejection seemed to spur Roman on, having to chase a girl and put some work into it was a new prospect to Roman who gladly accepted the challenge seeing you as the prize. To your utter dismay the boy was growing on you so much so that you enjoyed spotting him around school.

Then he did something you hadn’t expected, and began flirting with the girl that sat between him and Peter during English. You watched as he whispered and muttered to her before looking over to you.

Which was why you found yourself jealously dragging Roman off to his usual hiding place and ramming him against the wall, his mouth on yours as you fumbled with the belt buckle of his jeans, the smug look on his face only infuriating you more.

Roman hoisted you into his arms once you’d tugged his boxers down and pushed your skirt up to your waist. Your hands tangled into his hair as you kissed him roughly, he tugged your panties to the side and slid you onto him as he turned you so you were pressed against the wall.

The bell for next class rang and you both ignored it, breathing heavily as you both continued your steady pace, Roman’s thrusts were hard and rushed as he bit down your jaw and neck groaning when you moaned out his name.

He swore when you clenched around him and sucked a large purple bruise into your neck as you came. He followed quickly, kissing your neck as he set you on your feet and kissed his way back up to your lips.

“See, I told you, you wanted to.” Roman mumbled against your lips.

“You’re the one that did all the hard work.” You giggled.

“Yeah and now you’re all mine.” He mumbled as he lent down for another kiss.

[bonniebird]

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Threesome, masturbation, watching, swearing

“Peter.” You called out as you finished the trek from Roman’s house to Peter’s. The boy swung open the door to his trailer and hopped down the steps to sweep you into a bear hug.

“Thought you were hanging out with your friends?” Peter asked as he shook a beer that he’d been drinking before you arrived and slumped into his hammock, offering you a spot next to him.

“Nope and Roman weren't in so I came to see you.” You hummed and he chuckled.

“Oi Peter you in?” You both looked over to see the lanky boy stroll into the garden, smirking when he set eyes on you. “So the twins say you don’t want to hang out because you’ve never been to a sleepover.”

“Shut up Roman.” You huffed blushing and turned away from him only for Peter to see your flushed face.

“Wait you’ve never had a sleepover?” Peter asked with a laugh.

 “Urgh no ok, why is it so weird?” You huffed.

“I guess it’s not, you don’t really have many other friends.” Roman muttered, grinning when you pouted.

“You can sleepover at mine.” Peter offered.

“Or we could all sleep in my huge house.” Roman huffed quickly as he glared at Peter.

“Ok.” You muttered quietly.

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 You were perched on the edge of Roman’s huge bed, your pyjama shorts leaving enough of your legs bare to appreciate the expensive sheets underneath you.

“Pick a movie.” Roman grunted as he headed into the bathroom and chuckled at the remote.

 You were flicking through tv channels when Peter arrived, making your eyes widen when your friend stripped down to his boxers and slid in opposite Roman’s side of the bed. Roman emerged wearing joggers and sunk into his bed, moving you until he was comfortable, grabbing the controller and changing the channel.

“This movie sucks.” Peter grumbled as his hand landed heavily in your lap. You were lent against Roman’s chest while your legs were slung over Peter’s, the three of you taking up the entirety of Roman’s bed.

You’d been slowly falling asleep when warm fingertips played with the hem of your shorts, your eyes snapped open and you looked over to Peter whose eyes were on his hand as he continued to tease your thighs with gentle squeezes and glanced up at you with a wide Wolfe grin.

Roman noticed you fidgeting and glanced over at the two of you, pushing the thin straps of you top down until it fell down and tugged you down across his lap, kissing down to your chest.

“Shit Roman, I was just going to play with her a bit!” Peter chuckled as Roman’s tongue trails around a hardening nipple.

He smirked at Peter when you whimpered and wriggled due to both boys teasing your body but neither actually touching where you wanted them. Roman pulled away and watched your face as Peter slowly circled your clit, before dragging his fingers through your folds and sliding two fingers inside you.

Roman swallowed and began kissing you desperately when deep throaty moans began pouring from your lips, one hand tangled into your hair and the other thumbed your breasts making you whimper between moans.

“One of us should fuck her.” Peter said when he felt your walls beginning to clench around his fingers.

“Who’d you want princess?” Roman asked you as he ran his nose up your neck.

“Um… I urgh.” You couldn’t finish your sentence as Peter pulled your orgasm from you. He spread your legs and glanced at Roman who ran a long finger through your folds and sucked them clean before Peter lifted your hips and buried his face between your thighs.

“How about both of us?” Roman hummed while pressing sharp kisses to your throat. You’d slept with both Roman and Peter before but never in the same room, the idea had your body tingling.

“Yes please.” You gasped as you tried to concentrate on him.

The next thing you knew you were being flipped over as Peter kissed your thighs and rubbed his cock through you wet folds. Roman gently tugged your hair so he could look at your face as Peter slid into you, your moan catching in your throat as Peter pushed the whole of his length inside you before pulling out and ramming back in.

“God (Y/N), so wet and tight… such a good girl to take me all.” Peter grunted as he found a steady pace and soon had your eyes rolling.

 Roman licked his lips and pumped his length as he watched Peter rut into you roughly. When you kissed his tip he groaned but pulled you away as he continued to pump up and down.

Almost as soon as Peter had come Roman was jealousy tugging you into his lap so you could ride him. He lovingly watched you move up and down on him, his hands on your hips, helping you keep a steady pace and yours on his shoulders.

Peter lay on his back as he watched you ride his friend, resisting the urge to join in as your eyes began to roll. Roman’s touch was unusually gentle like he was trying to make up for the bruising touches that Peter had left on you.

You whimpered, both boys knowing that you were close. They both chuckled when you found it impossible to continue and Roman began thrusting up into you, both of you panting and moaning, Peter smiled when he caught your eye and sat up, kissing your breast and lapping his tongue against your nipple as his hand played with the other.

A few rolls of your clit between Roman’s fingers had you coming hard and Roman followed quickly. You flopped down onto Roman’s chest while Peter kissed your back, gently massaging as he went.

“I think I like sleepovers.” You mumbled and both boys burst into laughter.

[bonniebird]

Roman Godfrey X Fem!Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Smut, jealousy

Warnings: Mentions of Roman paying for sex, general smutyness, mentions of young Roman stalking Reader, possessiveness, jealousy, swearing, public teasing, Reader get’s fired, comforting Roman

To say your relationship with Roman Godfrey was complicated was a dramatic understatement. It had started when you cheated on a test and risked being kicked out of primary school, Roman had caught you, and in exchange for his silence you owed him a favour.

You managed to escape Roman’s favour for a while until you wondered into a bar that he’d been banned from and begged you to sneak him in through the back. Thinking this would be a way to rid yourself of the constant internal reminder that you owed him something you obliged only for him to keep coming to you for help.

The unstable billionaire would trot after you, trying to keep you engaged as you went about your classes, this continued through high school and your time at collage despite dropping out of high school as soon as he passed his business class. Eventually you gave up on demanding that Roman stopped putting a hundred dollars a week into your bank account because you needed the money and no matter how much you begged him to stop he simply refused.

“Hey (Y/N) that Godfrey kids outside!” One of your co-workers yelled. You groaned and finished making the last coffee and handed it over to the customer.

“Can you give me a sec, he’s early.” You mumble to him and he nods, grabbing the apron you threw at him as you hurried to tell the impatient boy to wait.

“Godfrey, you’re half an hour early.” You said with a frown, he rolled his eyes and looked up at you expectantly.

“So, tell them you’re taking a break I only want you for a few minutes.” Roman’s arrogance flowed through his voice as his eyes scanned the short skirt and barista top you were wearing.

“No Roman you’ll have to wait or come back later.” You snapped only for him to lean out of the car and grab you.

“Will you just get in here and fuck me, I’ll come back after you finish and take you home.” Roman glared at you as if daring you to say know.

He knew you’d say yes, you always did when it came to what Roman wanted, you’d never admit it but when he wanted to Roman could be incredibly sweet. His hand slowly slid up your skirt and his thumb pushed its way under your panties, he grinned wickedly as you instantly caved to his touch and allowed him to circle your clit.

“Roman I have to go back to work.” You whispered as his thumb travelled through your folds to your core.

“Fine but you can walk to mine, your apartment sucks.” He jerked his hand away and watched you carefully as your co-worker yelled at you that the boss was looking for you. “Who’s that?” He asked quickly.

“Some guy I work with… I have to go or the boss will fire me for sure.” You said worriedly. Roman nodded and waved a hand back towards the coffee shop

“Fine just leave me for some guy.” He watched you carefully as you hurried away and thanked the man at the door.

When you glanced back at Roman he smirked at you, sucking the juices he’d lured from you off his thumb, missing the bright blush the fired up your cheeks.

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 Anna hurriedly let you into Roman’s huge house and took your coat and back while leading you to the kitchen where a warm meal was waiting for you. As soon as Roman was downstairs his arms were around you as he dismissed Anna and Conway as he impatiently pulled your panties down and started unbuttoning your shirt, pushing your jumper off your shoulders.

“Your shift finished and hour ago and it takes twenty-five minutes to walk here.” Roman complained as he slid his hands under your bra and began massaging the soft skin.

“Yeah well I got fired.” You grumbled.

“I can get him fired if you want.” Roman offered as you finished your food and stood up. “Or I could start paying you for sex, the girl I used at school charge five hundred for a quickie in the car.”

“No, I’m not selling myself… you know what can you just give me ride home.” You mumbled, not looking Roman in the eye.

Roman watched you carefully, sighing when he saw that you were actually upset about being fired, and pulled your shirt up your arms so you could do it up. When you looked up at Roman all playful jealousy had left his face and a dark possessive sincereness seems to take over his usually brooding face.

No one upset his (Y/N), not even he could do that, the thought repeated like a mantra in his head as he claimed your mouth with his. His tongue teasing and begging for entrance as he moved to gently cup your face, this sudden tenderness from the boy was all it took for you to give into his touch, placing your hand at the back of his neck as you allowed him to deepen the kiss.

It was these sweeter moments that Roman relished in, the times when you poured every feeling and emotion you had into the touches you pressed against Roman, it made him feel normal and adored. Like he was loved in a way no one would ever love him.

All too soon his mind was clouded by want, and he was backing you against the nearest wall, needed to find his release as soon as possible. He’d never understand why you let him do this, why you allowed him to tease you, possess you like a toy that no one else could play with.

But for you this side of Roman was what you loved, those few seconds between jealous possessiveness and desperate need, how he’d absent mindedly wiped away your angry tears with his thumb without breaking the kiss.

Without a word you both broke apart, shedding your clothes and silently moving back together again, his hands lifting you so he could trap you between his body and the wall. Roman broke your kiss again as he roughly entered you, his eyes rolling at the sound of that first gasp of pleasure, each thrust pulling the boy to a darker mind set one where he had the need to mark you as his own.

Soon your skin was dusted with faint purple marks as Roman pressed his bruising kisses onto you, a reminder to anyone who saw you that you belonged to him and that if they stole you from him you would never survive the real world without him, no matter how much the pair of you denied it. He could feel both your highs building but he wasn’t ready, he didn’t want to let go because in this moment you were his, only his and your body admitted that truly needed him something you refused to say outright.

He knew he wouldn’t have you like this for a month, it would be short and angry, as you both used each other to find some sort of normality. But for now he clung to you, memorized each breathy gasp of his name, the way your body so willingly reacted to his own as he pulled you both to your high.

This time, he thought to himself, this time he’d ask you to stay with him. To help him cling to the fractured dream of you and him, as if the world would simply vanished if he held you long enough. But even as he carried your sleepy body to his room and lay with you in his arms he knew you’d be gone in the morning.