#romanreigns

[jxtina-86]

Control

Part of the Roman/Katherine series - this follows on a few months after the The Request where these two decided to level-up their escapades.

Two things inspired this. This promo which makes my brain short-circuit every time I see it and this GIF series. Especially the first one. Jesus Christ. Anyway - credit to the owner (and @thesamoanqueen for finding that first one MONTHS ago when I first had this idea).

Oh and I spent way too much time hunting around for a certain item that features in this and reading the reviews - my search history is beyond rescue at this point.

Warning: Sexual content/descriptions

Rating: MA

Comments/reblogs/likes all welcome!

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Katherine rolls her neck slowly, easing the tension that's built up from sitting still for too long. Stretching her arms up briefly, she drops her hands to her face and pushes her glasses up to rub her eyes.

Letting the frames fall back into place, she blinks at the screen. She clocks the time in the corner and knows she should shut her laptop down and come back to it in the morning with fresh eyes. But yet…

Her brow furrows as she re-reads the last few paragraphs. She knows it's a bad habit - she should leave it alone, let the words sit and breathe a little longer before she edits, but in moments of frustration, such as this one, she can't help herself.

Her finger hovers over the delete button for a second before she shakes her head and retracts her hand. Spinning slowly away from the desk, she once again pushes her glasses up onto her head. Closing her eyes, she slowly pieces together fragments of the intended scene in her head.

His hands, one gliding down her body, fingers tugging… the other cupping her face, turning it to his.

His body pressed against her back, firm, strong. She melts into his embrace, her body loose and willing as his fingers slip between her legs.

Her thighs open, welcoming him and she relishes in the groan that vibrates through him as he teases the exposed and sensitive skin.

A loud buzz.

No. That's not right.

Her eyes flicker open and she sees her phone lit up. She already knows it's him before she even spots the name.

Back at the hotel x

She swipes to reply but he sends through another message before she finishes.

You better be in bed, baby girl. It’s late x

Busted, she grins at the screen as she taps out a reply.

I'm working x

Go to bed x

Make me x

She chews her lip, waiting as she sees that he’s typing. There’s a brief pause and then…

She grins as both her face and his flashes up on the screen - a new photo she took the last time they were together in the back of a cab on the way back from a bar. The smirk on his face and her wide eyes give away the fact that his hand, not seen in the photo, was sliding over her thigh and between her legs as she’d taken the snap.

Her skin tingles at the memory, but Katherine still leans back in her chair in mock defiance as she answers the video call. Yet the second she sees him, her resolve begins to crumble - even she would admit that was inevitable.

Roman is standing in a hotel bathroom, in a pair of grey joggers that are slung deliciously low on his hips. Katherine physically has to suppress a whimper, her eyes unsure of where to look as she takes in his chest, abs, arms, face, the faint imprint of his dick against the grey material.

Roman smirks, leaning forward to tower over the phone he has propped on the vanity.

“See something you like?”

“Always,” she replies, not missing a beat.

“You should be in bed. It’s nearly midnight there, baby girl.”

“I know. But I was mid-flow.”

“Bullshit,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t have replied if you were.”

Katherine pouts in response.

“Bed,” he tells her. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Will you?” She tries not to sound too hopeful.

Roman scrapes a hand across his face. “This was your idea, baby girl.”

She pouts. “I didn’t realise a four-week stint was on the cards.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“No, Ro…”

“Someone dropped the ball, my schedule got fucked. I swear to God, I gave ‘em fuckin’ hell.” His brown eyes stare at her pleading through the screen.

“So when are you back?”

“Saturday.”

“So three extra days?”

“Yeah…” he exhales slowly. “I’m sorry, Kat.”

She forces a smile. “It’s okay. Shit happens.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you. Dinner on Saturday. I’ll take you to that fancy sushi place you’ve been telling me about.”

“It’s booked up for weeks, I tried.”

“Good job you got yourself a man with contacts then.”

“How-”

“Uh-huh, I got contacts, that’s all you need to know.”

She smiles. “Okay, okay. Thank you. I can’t wait.”

“For you, anything.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Anything?”

A deep laugh echoes through the screen. “Oh, you really are trying it on tonight, baby girl.”

“Four weeks, Ro,” Katherine whines, unashamed of how much of a brat it makes her sound.

He shakes his head. “Firstly, this was your idea. I’m just playing my part. And secondly, it’s only a few more days. Plus,” his voices drops an octave. “You’re doing so well.”

A shiver curls down her spine. “Yeah?”

He nods slowly, his head rocking to the side as he eyes her. “You can hang on a few more days.”

She knows he’s right - it was her idea.

And she also knows that if she does default on this agreement, there’s no real consequence. He’d only take it further if she asked him to.

But the way he embodies the character she demands of him - a man in charge of her pleasure - makes her feel that she owes it to him to carry out her part.

She didn’t quite imagine it would end up like this - what had started as the occasional teasing play had quickly evolved. The sex had been pretty fucking wild before she’d made the request. Now it was off the charts.

Now she could only cum with his permission and more crucially, only in his physical presence.

In past travel stints, they’d survived on phone sex, purring down the phone at each other, listening to each other’s breathless moans, slick fists and fingers and the occasional gentle hum of a toy. 

Now he’d pull her back from the brink, even from miles away with just one solitary word she finds she can’t ignore. Stop.

It had been equal parts delicious and torturous. Katherine had countdowns set on her phone for each trip away, waiting for his return. But even then, he’d take his sweet time, watching her writhe in frustration until he relents and tells her ‘now’.

But four weeks. Four weeks was not the plan. And nor was an additional three days.

He interrupts her thoughts. “Did a package arrive today?”

She blinks. “Huh? Oh. Yeah.”

“Go open it for me.”

She does as she’s told - the spell is wound too tightly to refuse him anything at this stage - and heads for kitchen. “Why’d they send it here?”

“I asked them too. Knew you’d be in to take it and saves me getting a redelivery or going to the depot.”

She nods, placing the phone against a mug on the counter before finding a knife to slice open the box. “What is it?” she asks as she peels back the flaps of the box.

He smirks. “You’ll see.”

“What’s with the mystery?” Katherine grumbles lightly as she rifles through the packing paper that fills the box. Her hand finds a smaller box - two in fact. She tugs the first free and casts Roman a curious look. “A new phone?”

“For you.”

“Why-”

“Find anything else?”

“Yeah, I-” she stops as she pulls out the other box and sees the image on the front. She raises an eyebrow. Looking back at the phone, she sees the wicked smile playing across Roman’s face. “You’re a bastard, you know that right?”

“What?” He winks. “Can’t I treat you, baby girl?”

“This,” she taps the box. “This is not a treat. This is a torture device.”

“Don’t be too hasty,” he smirks. “Read the box.”

She scans the blurb and then looks back up at him. “Oh…”

“Not such a bastard after all, right?”

“Perhaps,” she throws him a wink. “But Ro… it says it needs a Bluetooth connection to set up and link to more than one phone.”

“Two steps ahead of you, baby girl.” Grinning, he tugs a phone from his pocket and flashes it at the screen.

“You planned this?”

“Well, I didn’t quite plan not being with you to try it out together but actually, this works just as well…”

Katherine can feel her heart starting to pound as she opens the box and the vibrator slides into her hand. “Pretty,” she tells him with a grin.

“Turn the phone on. Passcode is your birthday.”

She does as she’s told and when the phone boots up, she clicks on the solitary app on the homescreen. A second later, she jumps as the vibrator starts to hum in her hand and she looks up to see Roman grinning at her. He twists his hand to show her the app opened on his second phone too, his thumb on the screen sliding slowly up. As he does, the vibrations gradually increase and Katherine feels her breath catch in her throat.

“All in my control,” Roman murmurs, his dark eyes meeting hers through the screen.

She nods, almost hypnotised.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby girl.”

“You… you are?” Katherine feels a tremor down her spine at the thought. 

“Only if you do exactly what I tell you.”

“I will.”

“Good girl.” A whimper escapes her before she can stop it and he scrapes a hand over his face and down his neck with a deep chuckle. “One day I’m gonna see if I can just make you cum by saying that over and over again…”

“That,” she breathes shakily. “Would be one hell of a dangerous talent.”

“More dangerous than this?” His thumb is back on the app and the vibrator jolts once again in her hand. “Bed, baby girl.”

She doesn’t need telling twice. She eagerly gathers the three devices in her hands and makes her way to the bedroom. Propping up her main phone against the lamp on the bedside table, she awaits his next instruction.

“Strip. Slowly.”

Taking a step back so he can see her fully, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her tight shorts. Turning away from the screen, she wriggles her hips as she slides the material over her ass before slowly bending forward.

She hears a sharp intake of breath from behind her and glances over her shoulder. Roman’s eyes are dark with lust and his tongue slips out to wet his lips briefly as his head tilts to one side. “Keep going,” he breathes.

With a grin, she edges the shorts down her legs before she slowly straightens. Turning back to face him, she crosses her arms to grab the hem of her shirt before pulling it up and over her head. Cool air hits her breasts and she cups them, her thumbs brushing over her bare nipples.

“Fuck,” Roman groans. “Keep going.”

She shakes her head. “Show me first.”

“Show you what?” he says, taking a step back and dropping his gaze down for a second. He drops a hand to the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them an inch further south but not far enough.

“Show me what’s mine,” Katherine whines softly.

“What’s yours, huh?” He glances up, his hand letting go of the waistband and dropping instead to palm his dick through the material. “You’re gonna be in a whole world of trouble when I get home.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Missed those sweet fuckin’ lips on my dick,” he groans. “Fuck, keep touching your tits baby girl.”

She does as he requests, her fingers gently circling her hardening nipples and she’s rewarded almost instantly. She bites her lip, her head rocking to the side as he pushes his sweatpants down and kicks them away. It still takes her breath away every time she sees him naked - every part of him is chiselled and toned to perfection and she can’t quite believe her luck that she gets to explore every part of him.

She watches, transfixed as he takes his hard dick in his hand and pumps it slowly. She closes her eyes briefly and remembers the last time they were together - on her knees in front of him, hands loose on those deliciously thick and taut thighs of his. She’d gazed up at him, her brain still foggy from the intense orgasm he’d bestowed on her moments before, her mouth open as he fisted his dick with one hand, the other wrapped in her hair.

“Get on the bed,” his voice cuts through her thoughts and it takes her a second to remember where she is.

She steps forward and readjusts the phone on the bedside table, making sure he can see her and she can see him.

“What were you thinking about?” he prompts as she settles back against the pillows.

“Our last time together,” she sighs. “I’ve thought about that night every fucking night since.”

He grins. “Me too.”

“And the morning after…”

“That too,” he agrees. 

It had been equal parts rough, messy, fast, slow, tender, loving. He’d pushed and pulled her body in ways that left her unsure which way she was lying, facing, standing. He’d growled in her ear commands to wait, stop, cum, knees, open wide. And then he’d scooped her up, carried her to where she lay now, and cocooned her in his arms until she fell asleep.

The following morning, every movement was slow and gentle - he’d adorned every inch of her with soft, warm kisses, making his way down beneath the sheets and made slow, lazy love to her, his body pressed firmly against hers, his hands cupping her face to kiss her as her legs at wrapped around his waist.

“Stop,” Roman murmurs and Katherine realises her hand is on her stomach. She feels her cheeks flush as she blinks at the camera. 

“I…”

“You’re forgetting something.” He lifts the spare phone into view. “I’m in control, remember?”

She nods, reaching for the toy before taking a shaky breath of anticipation. A second later, it begins to hum softly in her palm.

“Squeeze them tits for me again,” he tells her and she notes the soft rasp in his voice already.

She obliges him, her free hand palming her breasts for a moment, awaiting his next instruction.

“Pinch your nipples for me.”

She gazes at the screen, feeling the haze starting to cloud her mind. He’s leaning against the vanity again, one hand out of sight that she knows is back fisting his dick and her mouth waters at the thought.

“Now with the toy.”

The vibrations hum through her body as she glides the toy across her breasts before circling one nipple and then the other, making both impossibly long and taut. All that’s missing is his hot mouth and tongue on them and she tells him so, drawing a shaky ‘fuck’ from him before he resumes control.

Literally.

The vibrations kick up a notch and Katherine’s back arches in response as she continues to drag the toy over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She lets the toy slide down to her ribs for a second, finding the spot that makes her squirm from any touch, her head flooded with the memory of Roman discovering it for the first time and practically latching onto it until she begged him stop through squeals.

“Uh-huh,” he corrects her and she returns the focus to her breasts once again. “Better. But I need to know…”

“Know what?” she manages to get out as she swirls the tip of the vibrator around one nipple again and again.

“How fuckin’ wet you are.”

She lets her free hand drag over her stomach slowly, her legs spreading. She can feel how wet she is already - the combination of the situation, the toy, him, her imagination all make it inevitable. She lets her fingers caress her inner thighs for a second before she slides two fingers across her wet slit.

“So wet,” she tells him with a groan.

“Show me…”

She pushes her two fingers inside herself briefly, letting out a moan as she does. She pumps them slowly, once, twice before she holds her hand aloft to show the glistening mess.

“Taste yourself.”

She bites her lip for a second, holding his gaze before she rubs the tips of her fingers across her bottom lip and then swirls her tongue around them. She grins at the screen, watching Roman’s eyes clouding with lust and wonderment.

“I taste good,” she murmurs.

“I know,” he rasps. “I’m gonna eat that pussy up all fuckin’ night when I get home, I swear. You’ll be beggin’ me to stop.”

“Never,” she promises. “You between my thighs, why the hell would I tell you to stop.”

“My favourite place, baby girl. And you might not be telling me to stop, but I sure as hell have to hold you still to get you good.”

“That just makes me wetter,” she teases. “I miss you, Ro.”

“I miss you too, Kat,” he says softly. “I had a whole other plan for this tonight.”

“Yeah? Tell me…”

“I was gonna drag that damn toy over your entire body. Real slow too - I wanted to hear all those breathy moans you give me when I’m teasin’ you.” The rasp is back in his voice and Katherine can feel her skin start to prickle in anticipation once again. “Do it, baby girl. Do what I’m saying.”

She lets out a soft moan as she moves the toy down her body at last.

“All the way,” he encourages. “That’s it… across your stomach, tease them thighs for me…”

Katherine’s eyes close as her back arches as the vibrations near her core. She’s not sure how she’s going to last beyond a minute when this toy is inside her.

“Slow,” Roman’s voice echoes beside her. “Spread those legs for me.”

“Ro…” she whines.

“Almost,” he promises as she bites her lip as the vibrations relent for a second. “Tease your pussy for me, talk to me…”

“Fuck, Ro…” her voice catching in her throat as she runs the toys over her wet entrance. “Like when you tease me with your dick, making me beg for it…”

“Just like that, baby girl.”

“Or when you spit and blow on my clit,” she gasps, her back arching at the thought. “And then you wrap your… your arms around my waist so I can’t escape… Ro…”

“Keep going…” The vibrations kick in again for a split second, just as she drags the toy over her clit and she yelps in shock. His chuckle fills her mind and she doesn’t need to open her eyes to see the wicked grin on his face.

“I… I need it,” she gasps.

“Keep teasing,” he tells her. “You know how I love to make my dick nice and wet with your juice before I fuck you… Do exactly that…”

His breath hitches and her eyes flick open to see that he’s moved - no longer in the hotel bathroom, he’s on the bed, the phone angled so that whilst she can’t see his face, she can see the length of his body. She groans as she sees his hand, slowly pumping his dick, his thumb swiping over the tip with every other stroke.

“Kat…” he breathes. “You listening to me?”

“Yeah,” she moans.

“Push it inside you.”

She gasps as she does. It’s the first time he’s let her put a toy inside her for four weeks and even though the toy is far smaller than what she’s used to, it feels impossibly big. Her back arches as she slowly pushes it deeper inside herself, her breath ragged at the sensation.

Rocking her head to the side, Katherine glances at the screen. Roman has moved again so she can see his face. His dark eyes glint wickedly at her as with one hand he still grips his thick cock and the other flicks the vibrations up a notch. Her whole body starts to hum and she lets out a strangled whimper.

“Do not,” he half-growls slowly. “Cum. Not until I tell you.”

“Ro…” she gasps. “Please…”

The vibrations stop and she’s left panting and squirming whilst he chuckles at her from a thousand miles away. “Too much, huh?”

“You…”

He grins. “I’m going easy on you, baby girl. This is nothing compared to Saturday…”

Katherine can feel her brain start to short-circuit. “What… what about Saturday?”

“That’s for me to know.”

She groans in frustration and then gasps again as the vibrations start again. Her hands grip the sheets tightly, twisting them around her fists as she tries to anchor herself to the bed.

“Breathe,” he tells her and she lets out a shaky breath in response, unable to stop herself from doing anything he says.

Through hazy eyes, she gazes at him through the screen, watching his hand grip his dick firmly and his abs tense. His head rolls back for a second and she wonders what he’s thinking.

“Tell me,” she moans.

“Tell you what?” he replies throatily.

“What you’re thinking about.”

“You. Always you, baby girl. You grinding on me, sliding up and down my dick.”

She nods, her eyes closing. “Your hands on my tits… then up to my neck and pulling me down to kiss you… Flipping me over onto my back, pushing my…” she gasps as the thought swirls around her head. “My legs up over your shoulders so you… you can go deeper… Ah, fuck…”

“That’s it,” he groans. “Wrapping my arms around your legs so they don’t fall and fuckin’ you hard and deep…”

“Twisting me over,” Katherine’s mind is overdrive now, snippets of past encounters flashing before her. “Pulling my hips up, pushing my head down so you can fuck me even harder…”

She’s not sure how she’s getting the words out. Her body is on edge, the toy throbbing inside her, pulsating even and every part of her is tingling. Her mind races on, imagining Roman pulling out of her with a growl and flipping her back over, his mouth on hers for a second before he slides down her body and wraps her legs around his head. What a combination that would be, his tongue and mouth on her clit whilst the toy hums inside her.

“It’s like you read my mind,” she hears him groan and only then does she realise that thought has spilt out of her mouth.

“I just…” she whimpers softly as she feels blood rushing to her ears. “Ro…”

“Not yet…” The hum of the toy inside her ebbs slightly and she tries to steady her breathing to slow down the surge of pleasure rattling through her.

“Please…” she chokes out.

“Soon,” he promises. “I got you, baby girl. I promise.”

Fixated on the screen, she watches as his leg twitches and she knows he’s close. “I wish I was there, Ro…” she starts, watching his head roll back onto the pillows. “My hand where yours is right now. My mouth too, running my tongue up and down your dick, taking you all the fucking way…”

“Shit… Kat…”

“Keep going,” she tells him, enjoying the thrill of telling him what to do for once. “You gripping my head, pulling me back and telling me to open wide so you can cum on my tongue…”

“Kat…” he growls, his eyes closing tightly as he gasps and she watches enthralled as he cums, his fist pumping himself dry as she moans at the sight.

“Ro…”

His chest rises and falls as he sinks back against the pillows for a second and then she squeals as the vibrator jolts back to life inside her.

“I got a request,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” Katherine manages to get out, her body tense with anticipation as her back arches yet again.

“Saturday. My flight gets in at 5. I’ll be at yours by 7. You better be ready.”

“I will be,” she promises.

“Wear those heels that I like. The black ones. And that dress that makes your ass look amazing.”

“Done,” she groans. “Anything else?”

“The toy.”

“What… what about it?” Her breathing is getting more laboured as she twists on the bed.

“I want you to have it in you already.”

“Ro… no…”

“Oh yes, baby girl. I’m gonna tease you all fuckin’ night. I want my dessert nice and wet after dinner,” he chuckles.

She can picture it now: sat in a dark corner of the restaurant, one of his hands casually resting on her thigh whilst with the other he sends powerful vibes quite literally her way. She can see herself gripping the table, trying to compose herself as he grins wickedly and then leans towards her and whispers dirty thoughts into her ear.

“I told ya I was gonna eat your pussy up when I got back. I just wanna make sure it’s perfect for when I do…”

“Fuck… Ro…”

He chuckles. “Take my sweet time with you till you’re a fuckin’ mess. Squeeze and pinch your tits as I do, make you taste yourself on my fingers, fuck you with that damn toy until you scream my name, baby girl…”

She’s on the edge, right there, waiting for that word, begging him to say it.

“Then I’m gonna fuck you slowly… Pull all the way out and then push back in inch by inch so you feel every single part of my dick buried inside you…”

“Ro…”

“Tell you what a good fuckin girl you are…”

Her eyes roll back as she balances on the edge, her breath caught in her chest, the vibrations too much now. There’s no way back, even if she tries, she’s right there and she’s going to…

“Cum.”

She falls, with a gasp that echoes around her head. His name tumbles from her as every inch of her body erupts with force and she feels herself twisting and writhing without shame before him.

Her head throbs as she comes down from the high and she tenderly unclenches her fists from the sheets.

“You okay?” Roman’s voice cuts through as always, pulling her back. “Talk to me, Kat.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her eyes still squeezed shut as she grounds herself back in the here and now.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

She twists her head towards the phone and opens her eyes slowly. His face fills the screen, his eyes wide and full of concern like they always are after moments like these.

“That was amazing,” she reassures him as she reaches down between her legs to remove the toy. Her own eyes widen as she feels how wet she still is. “Jesus, Ro… I think you made me…”

He laughs. “Just imagine what I can make you do on Saturday.” He tucks his arm beneath his head and not for the first time tonight, she wishes he was there next to her, wrapping his big arms around her.

“You’re serious about what you said, aren’t you?” She picks up the phone, bringing it closer to her as if that will make a difference to the distance between them.

“Deadly serious.” He eyes her for a second. “But only if you’re up for it.”

She chews her lip. “I am…”

“You don’t seem sure.”

“It’s not that.” 

“Then what?”

Despite the space he offers her, she can’t find the words. Not the right ones anyway. She can’t tell if it’s the post-orgasm haze or something else, but she can’t put into words the disconnected thoughts running through her head.

She can feel him watching her, so she smiles to reassure him.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “Or… Can I tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“If you’re worried that I see you differently because of all this shit we do together… You best believe that ain’t true.”

She stares at him in disbelief. How…

“I do this for you because I wanna make you happy, baby girl. You wanted to explore it, I was right there with you. But that doesn’t change how I see you. It’s just a tiny part of what we do together. I think you gave me an opportunity to tap into something too and I like it. But I like you more.”

She blinks. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Read my mind.”

He grins. “I know you, baby girl. Inside out. Literally,” he winks and she feels her cheeks flush. “But seriously, Kat. I’m not here just for this. This is just a bonus. At the end of the day… I just want you.”

Her heart flips. They’ve skirted around this for months - she’s bitten her tongue far too often not wanting to ruin it in case he was just looking for a casual fuck.

“I just want you too,” she hears herself whisper and his eyes light up at the words.

“I’m still doing what I promised you earlier on Saturday,” he tells her. “But on Sunday morning, I’m gonna show you exactly how much more you mean to me than just that.”

“You always do,” she says softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You do that already. Whenever we have nasty sex, the next time you’re treat me like glass.”

Now it’s his turn to blush and he runs his hand over his face with a grin. “See? I can’t hide it.”

“Hide what?”

“I’ll tell you Sunday.”

But she already knows.

Fin x

So... votes for a follow-up? Wanna see how Saturday unfolds...? Or Sunday...?

[ambreignsfan4life]

Roman Reigns Return

21/? Days without him

credit to gif owner

[heauxvibez]

Wet The Bed

warning: smut (18+)

I ain't afraid to drown,if that means im deep up in yo ocean,yeah.Girl I'll drink you down sippin' on yo body all niighhhtt

His hand glides up and down your thigh with a gentle, yet deliberate motion, each stroke causing your clit to jump. His warm breath dances across your naked body, making you weak.

Those thick, soft, and warm lips caress every inch of your skin with care, ensuring not a single spot is missed.

As his touch intensifies, your pussy clenches craving his attention but you knew to be patient. There was no rushing the Tribal Chief..ever.

Your panties are now soaked with desire, your essence trickling down your slit.

I don't want to be a minute man, baby you're just like a storm rainin' on me girl you're soakin' wet...

His rough hands skillfully roam over the curves of your body. Roman enjoyed this part of your intimacy, taking you in, drinking you up with his eyes. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he tried to control himself.

Your pretty brown skin glistened just as much as your pussy did. You were coated in shea butter, smelled like hot cocoa and kissed by the sun. You took his breath away without trying.

He released his bottom lip, allowing his perfect tongue to graze his bottom lip. As you gazed at him, you couldn't help but compare the sight of him to a hungry lion. His hair was wild and poofy yet you could still see the defined curls at the ends. His gaze focused as he prepared himself to eat his prey. You.

Your perky nipples receive his attention, his thumb teasing and pinching them, sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. You writhed under his touch, soft pretty moans following behind every movement you made.

The contrast between his movements—rough yet undeniably sensual—made you melt. He lavishes your nipples on his tongue, each long, wet stroke sending you in a spiral. His devious eyes met yours and he swirled his tongue around your sweet bud, strings of his spit dangling between the two before he took your nipple back into his mouth. He released your nipple, spit on it, and slurped it back up.

"Oh my, Jesus.." you whimpered, slowly losing your mind. You couldn't help but bring your hands to the back of his neck, gradually making their way through his scalp as he continued this assault of your breasts.

Roman moaned, taking one hand at a time into his and pinning them at the sides of your head. If you weren't already lying down, you'd definitely be on the floor. He knew you loved shit like this, he always played into your fantasy of being dominated.

He squeezed your hands in his, keeping your arms still while he spit and slurped on your other bud. He wanted to make sure that both breasts were equally loved.

You threw your head back and closed your eyes submitting to his touch. There was no way out and you didn't know if this was absolutely torture or bliss. On one hand, you enjoyed the warmth of his tongue, the ability he had to make you feel like you were about to nut without him touching your sweet pearl. Other other hand, the pussy was begging to be touched.

I'm gon' kiss it right yeah,yeah.I'm gon' lick all night yeah,yeah.

He released your breasts of the sweet torture and released your hands from his firm grip. The soft, supple touch of his lips made it's way down the valley of your chest, your tummy and finally your navel. Roman shivered as his lips damn near melted into your soft skin.

His pearly whites delicately latch onto the hem of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, his eyes locking onto yours.

A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as the scent and sight of your arousal tightens his briefs. Your swollen clit appeared to be begging for his attention, your nectar saturated your lips and the sheets beneath you. Your wetness created a small rope from your ass to the sheets.

"Goddamn, sweetheart. This for me?" he asked, mouth-watering at the thought of drowning in your love. Roman blew lightly on your pussy while awaiting your response.

A shaky breath left your lips as you felt the cool air against your core, only a nod answering his question.

Roman raised an eyebrow at you, his lips curving into a disappointed frown. You know better.

"Hmm? Use your big girl words, I love to see those pretty lips move for me.."

Roman reaches his arms under your thighs placing them on his biceps. His hands then grab at the inner part of your thigh spreading your legs as far apart as possible, he had access to all of you.

Your whimpers saturated the air as you tried to find the words, you wanted him, needed him badly and he just refused to give himself to you.

"Y-yes, it's for you. It's all for you." you uttered, your hips attempted to thrust up so your pussy could finally meet his lips. His grip on you tightened before he finally began to dip his head towards your lower lips.

"It's only for me.." The tip of his tongue teases your erect clit, eliciting a sharp breath as your body responds to his touch.

With puckered lips, he envelops your clit, sucking softly, your taste coaxing his buds. Your thighs are guided onto his shoulders, his grip on your hips firm, anchoring you in place, ensuring there's no escape from the impending ecstasy.

Your legs tighten around his neck, urging him closer, craving more of his touch. His tongue snakes out, tracing a path between your slick folds, spreading your essence all over before returning to your pulsating clit.

Roman moaned deeply, almost whimpering himself as you unraveled beneath him. The juices that slipped onto his skilled tongue almost made him dizzy. Only you could make him drunk off of your essence, it was intoxicating in the best way. He wanted more and more and more. He lapped at your pussy with soft grunts, mimicking the actions that he did with your breast. Spitting and slurping away. You weren't sure if he was drowning your pussy or if your pussy was drowning him at this point.

You squirm beneath him, the intensity of sensation almost too much to bear as you struggle against the overwhelming pleasure. Each lap of his tongue made you want to run, escape from a feeling that threatened to consume you.

"No... no more," you whimper, your voice barely a breathless whisper. "It's too much... I can't..."

"No running allowed, baby," he growls against your heat. The warmth of his breath and the sight of your juices cascading from his lips, down to his beard had you in a chokehold. The way he was making you feel should be illegal.

Anytime you want it I'm ready and willin' to give it, I start to licking yo body you go to tremblin'

You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyes fixed on Roman as he immerses himself in your essence. With a deft touch, he uses his hands to coax your legs apart, his head tilting slightly as he curls his tongue, teasingly grazing your swollen lips before unleashing a fervent slurp.

His lips pepper your most intimate area with tender kisses, his arms firmly gripping your thighs tighter than usual, almost as if he was trying to prepare both you and him for what's to come.

Roman extends his tongue, pressing it firmly against your clit and vigorously shaking his head from side to side.

"Oh God!" you cry out, the sensations overwhelming your senses. Your perfectly manicured fingers claw into the mattress, the heat of passion causing the roots of your silk-pressed hair to coil back to its 4c state.

The familiar heat builds in your stomach, intensifying with each stroke of his tongue, your moans motivating him to continue his torment.

"Fuck! I'm nutting!" you exclaim, the feeling coursed through your veins as his tongue circled and sucked on your clit violently. The sounds of his slurps stirred a feeling in your stomach, you melted feeling weak and vulnerable in his hold.

As your body tenses and your heat pulsates with release, he kisses along your trembling thighs, savoring the taste of your cum as it trickles down, before trailing kisses back up your quivering body.

Flip it around girl let me get it from the side.And can I visit all those spots you like;yo neck, yo back, yo sexy lips, booty and thighs...

He rid himself of his briefs, sighing in relief as his dick sprung from the compression. The anticipation was palpable in the air as he turned you onto your side, lifting your left leg over his waist with a gentle motion.

With a few firm pumps of his cock, he lines himself with your pussy, his thumb grazing lightly over the head, collecting the slick precum that glistens in the dim light.

Blissful sighs escape both your lips as he begins to slowly slide between your soaked folds, the sensation of him spreading your lips threatening to push you over the edge once more.

With a steady rhythm, Roman grinds his hips against yours, each movement burying him deeper inside your throbbing heat. His fingerprints leave a trail of heat on your skin as he grips your thigh tightly, his touch sending you into a frenzy.

Your hands instinctively seek out the bed frame for support as your body trembles with pleasure, the walls of your core tightening around his thickness in response to the overwhelming sensation.

As your juices coat Roman's dick, your shared passion drips down not only your thighs but also his, a tender reminder of the intensity of your connection at that moment.

I'ma put yo legs behind your head when I make you wet the bed..yeah, yeah

Your legs were now drawn near your head, granting him deeper access as the tip of his member expertly teased your most sensitive spot, eliciting a guttural cry of pleasure from your lips.

"Roman..Joe, baby. That's... th-that's..." you stuttered, struggling to form coherent words amidst the feeling of him digging your insides out.

Leaning in close, he whispered huskily into your ear,

"Is that your spot, baby girl? Hmm?"

The words sent electricity through your body. You began to lose yourself completely when he withdrew slowly, only to regain control and thrust back in with unrelenting force.

"It's okay baby, I got you. You can take it, I know you can take it.." he moaned, pulling away from your ear to watch you fall apart with hooded lids.

"Joe, stop, I th-think I'm gonna pee," you managed to protest weakly, attempting to push him away, but his grip on the mattress was firm and unyielding. It was too late now, your hips involuntarily surged forward, your back arching as waves of ecstasy washed over you, it was a feeling that left you trembling and gasping for breath.

You squirted uncontrollably around Roman's dick, your body convulsing, tears trickling the same way your juices did as each stroke he delivered only heightened the pleasure, bringing his own release closer with each passing moment.

You gazed into his eyes with a bite of your lip while pushing a soft strand of his hair behind his ear,

"Mmm, fuck this dick feels so good. Are you going to nut for me daddy?" you moaned, purposely clenching your walls around him. His body weakened as you did. His head dropped down to your neck, he panted against your ear, his hips no longer at a steady, rhythmic pace.

"Y-yes," he barely muttered out. You squeezed your walls around him once more pushing him to the edge.

He groaned deeply as streams of cum left his body.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, his voice laced with satisfaction as he gradually softened inside you. Your own moans of contentment filled the room as he withdrew, a hiss escaping your lips at the loss of his warmth.

Breathless and flushed, you looked up at him as he rose to throw on his briefs, confused as his suddenness.

"Get up, baby," he instructed, pointing to the bed, and your eyes widened in realization as you surveyed the mess you had made.

"Oh... sorry," you mumbled, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you hastily scrambled out of bed, hiding your face from Roman's view.

Sensing your discomfort, he gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Hey, it's perfectly fine. It makes me happy that I could make you feel that good, okay?" he reassured you, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I'm serious, baby. Hopefully, I can get you to do that to the next set of sheets," he added with a mischievous smirk, prompting a giggle from you as you playfully pushed him away.

"You are so nasty," you teased, a grin spreading across your face.

Yeah girl you heard what I said I'm gonna make you wet the bed

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[stellarollins]

Seth and Roman in sorta sync + Dean being Dean

[litafan4ever]

Merry Christmas Michelle

[pr0wlerpunk]

Title: Trust Me.

Person: Roman reigns

Requested: |Yes|No|(part 2 was yes)

Part 1. Part. 3

★Trust Masterlist

Afab!reader

Warnings: manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!Themes, surprised ambush(only mentioned but not written as a scene), yelling, slight!abuse(a hand gets raised as if to slap but never happens and reader gets choked by Roman), angst, cussing,

description: it’s been a week after Roman said he trusted you and things are starting to go down hill..

Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman

Pic creds: WWE

(Pics have nothing to do with story 😋)

A/n: you’ve read the warnings so please if they make you uncomfortable do not read.

Choking will be marked with a “☹︎“ and will end at “☻︎“

Not proof read!

Roman was pissed, all he could see was red when he heard what happened, more importantly what you did

After he talked to you and poured his heart out you had gone and betrayed him

How dare you

He had got word from someone that they saw you with Sami and ko laughing and having a good time

At first he didn’t believe them

Then he saw the picture

Ko and Sami on both sides of you laughing and smiling

Oh was he furious

But from some talking with his cousins he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and actually let you explain

That was until Jey and Jimmy got ambushed by Sami and ko themselves

Now he was livid

As soon as they got back he made solo go find you

Which is where you’re at now

Sitting in front of Roman as he quietly glared at you…

“___ do you know why I had solo bring you here?”

His tone was different then what he ever used before making you slightly uncomfortable

“No Roman, I don’t…”

You answered honestly confusion lacing your voice

“Wiseman, show her the picture”

Paul was quick to walk towards you with his phone in hand

Handing the phone to you as he quickly walked back to his original spot

You eyed the picture seeing nothing wrong with it

about to open your mouth Roman spoke

“Don’t say anything.” His tone was demanding making you shiver as you quickly shut your mouth

“Boys, come.”

watching as Jey and Jimmy stepped up until they were in front of you heads both turned down as they looked to Roman for further instruction

Roman nodded and finally they raised their heads looking everywhere but you

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left your lips as you caught a glimpse of their faces

“Look at them ___ look at what you did..”

Your brows netted together hearing what Roman was accusing you of

But your attention was still set on the twins

They had busted lips, with bruises forming on their jaws as small cuts littered alongside their noses

“Jey, Jimmy” your voice shaky as they both locked eyes with you

“What-what happened?” You went to get up but the look solo gave you had you glued to your seat

“Who did this?”

Your voice shaky as you tried racking your brain for who had the balls to try and hurt two vital members of the bloodline

Roman stared at you in disbelief

“Who do you think did this ___ ?”

His tone was way darker than before, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you..

“Roman I-I don’t understand”

You could sense him getting angrier and it honestly scared you

“WHY DO YOU PLAY GAMES WITH ME?”

His abrupt yelling startled not only you but everyone else in the room besides solo

“I brought you into my family, I cared for you, I Trusted you.”

His palms abruptly slapping into the arms of the leather chair he was sitting in created a loud noise that echoed throughout the room making you jump slightly

“And this is how you repay me?”

He stood Making his way towards you as You looked away feeling tears prick your eyes

“Look at me”

You felt his presence in front of you but yet you still refused to look at him

Afraid that if you did you wouldn’t hold back

But He was growing impatient at your disobedience

“I said, Look. At. Me”

Slowly you turned facing him and you swear your heart stopped

He looked so intimidating

And it scared the living fuck out of you

He bent down to your level leaving almost no room between you two

“Answer me ___”

His voice gruff as his hand ran slightly along your shoulder to your jaw

He waited

And then he snapped

☹︎CHOKING BELLOW!

“NOW”

He rose to his feet pulling you with him as he hand gripped your throat

You heard Paul gasp as you were lifted off your feet by Roman’s large hand

Tears fell freely as you clawed at his hand to try and let you slightly free, but it wasn’t working and you were loosing air fast

Ears ringing as your vision began to blur

Still you could slightly hear Jey yelling at Roman to let you go as Jimmy started pulling and grabbing at him

☺︎︎CHOKING OVER!

It wasn’t until Jey said something that snapped him out of his trance that he let you go

Solo was quick to walk over and check on your choking form as you regained air into your lungs

Once you could breath again you stood with the help of solo and turned to watch Jey and Roman

Who now was yelling and shoving each other around with Jimmy trying to talk them both down

It want until Roman raised his hand towards Jey that you broke from Solo’s arms to step in

“Roman Please!” He stopped lowering his hand to glare at you

Taking a breath you finally explained

“The picture, it was three years ago..”

His eyes softened slightly but his glare never faltered

You looked towards Paul and gestured for him to give you the phone

With shaky hands he handed it to you

“Look at the picture again,look at my gear” Roman tour his eyes away from you to finally look at the phone once again

“That’s my rookie gear Roman”

Finally his eyes softened as he looked at you

He could see the yellow and purple marks in the form of fingerprints start to form around your neck

Where He grabbed you.

Then it hit him

He had put his hands on you

He hurt you

And he broke

Brows furrowed as Tears fell down his cheeks

“Oh babygirl”

Hearing his voice crack made your heart break

“I’m so sorry”

You shook your head

“I should’ve never grabbed you like that”

He was so genuine you knew he felt bad

“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean it”

He pleaded

“Please Trust Me and know I will never do it again”

It was silent until you took his hands in yours smiling softly..

“I know Roman, I forgive you”

A wide smile graced his lips hearing those words come out your mouth

“It was an accident it’s ok”

He nodded agreeing with you

“I Trust You”

Hearing those words he quickly brought you into a hug

“Oh thank you baby!”

He pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling back again to look you in the eyes this time

I’ll make it up to you princess, I promise”

He watched as you smiled before burying your head into his neck as he placed his chin on your head…

The three brothers stood confused at what just a cured

How could you take Roman back after he literally choked you…

Then they realized.

You were Hooked

Roman had built up enough trust with you so you wouldn’t runaway

Roman knew if you were to runaway you would be a liability, you knew too much…

Now They stared at you and Roman with one shared thought

How do they get you to trust them the same as you trusted their cousin?

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(I honestly don’t know if I liked this because of how harsh it gets so next part won’t be so harsh I promise!)

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Roman Reigns: Date Night (Pt. III to Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.)

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing this for you all.

Warnings: none really other than the occasional swearing and mentions of blood w/a visual

The Next Morning

You’d just gotten off a long night shift at work. You don’t know exactly what you did to your patient, whose name you learned was Kade, but she ignored you the rest of the shift. You were confused as you two started on a good note, but then she just immediately shut down as your conversation progressed. It troubled you. But hopefully, you didn’t leave a bad impression on her. You hugged Vallerie goodbye before hopping into your car and starting the ignition. Before going home, you were going to make a quick stop at Starbucks and get your favorite drink and some breakfast.

Ten minutes into your drive, your phone rings through your dashboard, and your husband’s name pops up. You smile to yourself before picking up the call.

“Good morning, baby. Are you off work yet?” he asked, sounding like he was moving around.

“Yes, it was a loooong shift. I’ll explain when I get home.” You say stopping a red light.

“Okay, you know I’m all ears. I’ll have a bath ready for you when you get back, okay? You’re off the rest of the weekend, right?” he questions.

“Yep. Which means I’m relaxing the rest of the weekend…. that is if our little nugget allows it.” You giggle.

“No worries about that. I already got it covered. She’ll be at my mom’s for the rest of the weekend. I got something special planned for us.”

~~

You finally make it home, stomach full of the breakfast and coffee you chugged down on your way home. 

You park your car in your driveway, your husband’s car already in its usual spot. You get out of your car, and your tiredness starts to hit you like a diesel truck. You could barely put one foot in front of the other. Before heading into your house, you walk to your mailbox. That’s when you hear your name being called. You turn around to see your neighbor, Miss Williamson, walking her poodle. She was an elderly lady, sweet, and nosy, but an overall lovely woman. She smiles at you, a small hint of confusion on her face as she takes in your appearance. You’d hope to make this conversation very short, all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and lay down with your man.

“Good morning, Miss Williamson. How are you?” you smile at her, waving your hand.

She approaches you as her poodle, Miss Fefe, sniffs you. She was a friendly dog that took a liking to you. You giggle as you pet her head.

“Good morning Y/n. It appears you’re just getting off work?” she asks, looking over at your house and then back to you.

“Yes, ma’am. I just started going back to work. I’m thankful for it though. It gets me out of the house.” You tease as she furrows her eyebrows.

“Hmm..I thought I saw another car in your driveway last night when I was walking my dear Fefe. Must’ve been seeing things. Hahaha,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yes well, I’m pretty tired I’m just going to-“Your words were interrupted by the sound of your front door opening and your husband calling out to you.

“Y/n! You’re home.” He smiles at you before turning his attention to Miss Williamson, his smile then disappears. He and her didn’t like one another. He felt she was way too nosy for his liking. She was like a neighborhood watchdog to him, and he couldn’t stand it.

“Ahh Mr. Anoa’i. Nice to see you on this fine morning. I was just talking with your lovely wife.” She says giving him a fake smile and wave as Miss Fefe begins sniffing around your yard, looking for a spot to piss on.

“Nice to see you too Miss Willy Wonka. Mind getting your mutt off my lawn?” he says, a fake smile now plastered on his face.

You gasp lowly, “Joseph! Don’t say that. Sorry, he didn’t mean that.” You quickly respond as Miss Williamson gasps.

“It’s Williamson to you. I was just talking with Y/n about how I thought I saw another car in her driveway last night. Care to explain?” Miss Williamson says, sticking her nose up at Joe.

“Other than the dementia you have; no I have no explanation other than no one is here besides me.” He says as her and your mouths drop at his comment.

“Joseph!” you say hurrying over to him and clamping your hand over his mouth.

“Why I never! Come on Fefe, let’s go dear. This grass looks artificial anyway.” she says, storming off as her dog hurries behind her.

As you watch her walk away you turn your attention to your husband before you burst into laughter.

“Did you have to say that?” you laugh as he too begins to laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. He shrugs, bending down to capture your lips onto his. He then pulls away, moving aside so you can walk through the entrance.

“What? She’s annoying. One day she’s gonna run her mouth too much and someone might hurt her.” He says as he closes the door behind him, following you upstairs into your master bedroom.

“Well, I’m sure she means no harm. After all, her late husband was a police officer, so maybe she feels it’s her duty to know what’s going on in the neighborhood.” You reply, walking into your bedroom and kicking your shoes off, sighing in relief.

Your husband comes up behind you as you pull your shirt over your head.

“Well, she needs to mind her business. Anyways, enough about her, freshen up so you can eat, okay?” Joe says, removing your bra as he kisses along your neck.

“Boy, uh uh. I smell like ass. Let me wash before you start kissing all over me.” You grin as you bend down to remove your pants, to which your husband lands a hard smack on your butt, earning a yelp from you.

“See you downstairs.” He winks, heading out the door, making sure to close it behind him.

~~

The Next Night

“Girl yes, we’re having a little date night tonight. Girl yes, I got the lingerie on. Red! His favorite color. You know he gone rip this off of me.” You laugh with Vallerie on the phone as you go into your walk-in closet to pull out the dress you were going to wear for your dinner date with your husband who was downstairs, patiently waiting for you.

You check yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself. 

You know, since becoming pregnant, you were highly skeptical of what your before and after appearance was going to be. But honestly, you didn’t look too different than when you did before being pregnant. You smile at the little bit of curve that baby weight gave you. Hopefully, tonight will lead to a little bit of intimacy between the sheets because you’ve missed feeling your man inside you. It’s been a while. Of course, he tried to be intimate during your pregnancy, but with hormones and insecurities, you refused to let him touch you in that way. But tonight, you hoped, would be a different story.

You spray on some perfume before heading out the master bedroom door. Your heels click as you make it to the living room to see your husband standing there, looking as sexy as ever.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” You giggle as he turns to look at you, admiring you from head to toe.

“No worries, you look stunning as always.” He smirks, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss.

His hands start to travel down your body, feeling and loving every curve before landing on your butt. You moan softly as he gives it a little squeeze. He must restrain himself as he pulls away from you.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, come on, let’s go enjoy dinner.” He says lowly, planting one last kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

~~

You two make it to your favorite restaurant, a place that you two used to go to when you were back in high school. This place held so many good memories. You walk together through the parking lot and the restaurant doors, immediately being greeted by a waiter.

“Yes, reservations for Anoa’i.” your husband says in his deep voice as the waiter looks through his booklet before smiling and nodding, grabbing two menus.

“Great, just follow me please.” He instructs as he leads you through the restaurant and into a private section of the restaurant.

“Thank you.” You smile as you and Joe take a seat, him pulling your chair out for you like the gentleman he is.

“I know our anniversary isn’t until next week but after hearing how exhausted you sounded on the phone, I wanted to do something special for you.” He smiles momentarily before picking up his menu to skim through it.

“Well after you pampered me all day, I’d say you did a great job. Thank you, Joe. I love this. I need this. Yesterday was a little…..off for me at work.” You say softly, picking up your menu to look through it.

“Care to talk about it?” your husband inquires, momentarily setting his menu down to look at you, giving you his full attention.

“Well…it wasn’t like it was hectic or anything because I only had one patient…. but the one that I had was….a pretty sad case.” You say, shaking your head and leaning against your hand, looking at your husband sitting across from you.

He nods his head in understanding, and he grabs your hands, kissing your knuckles.

“Want to talk more about it? If not, you don’t have to.” He reassures you, giving you a little smile.

That’s one thing about your husband. He was always supportive of your career. Always curious to know more about your job and responsibilities as a nurse. It made your role as a nurse and his partner feel even more important cause he cared enough to know about your day.

“Well, it was a woman. She was badly beaten and dumped behind a dumpster like some trash. You should’ve seen her….she looked like she was hit by a train. It’s so sad. Actually, she’s an old schoolmate of ours. She knows you and I both. She knew we both dated. She knew you used to play football, everything. I don’t remember much about her, but I just knew she looked familiar when I first saw her.” You say as his eyebrows contort into slight confusion.

“She knows me? Hmm…what’s her name?” he says, letting go of your hands and leaning back into his chair to grab his menu again as the waiter approaches your table again with a bottle of your favorite wine. He pours you both a glass.

“Ready to order?” he asks as you both nod your heads.

Once ordering your food, the waiter walks away, and you and Joe resume your conversation, sipping your wine.

“Her name was Kade. Sound familiar?” you ask as your husband stops drinking his wine, his expression almost unreadable.

He places his glass of wine down on the table before tilting his head at you, “Kade?” he questions as you nod your head before shrugging.

“Yes. Like I said, I don’t remember much about her, but she knew a lot about us. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘it couple’ in school.” You giggle as the momentary glint of alarm etches across your husband’s face and goes unnoticed by you.

It’s silent for a moment as you both sip on your wine, listening to the live orchestral band playing not too far from your table. It was a calming atmosphere. However, you couldn’t help but notice your husband shifting around in his seat.

“Babe? You okay?” you ask as he has zoned out.

“Oh sorry. Haha Just thinking. So anyway, tell me more about work. Was this Kade woman difficult to deal with?” he asks to resume drinking his wine.

You shrug, “No, not really difficult. Just…..shutting herself down once I asked about her love life. Which I probably shouldn’t have done because it’s none of my business, but I just wanted her to not be so timid with me. You know?”

“Yes, I understand. So, what did she say?” he asks just as your dinner arrives at the table.

You both say a quick prayer over your food before digging into it, your tastebuds immediately savoring the delicious steak and potatoes. You halt eating before you resume your conversation.

“Well…..she told me she was not married, but she had a daughter. And-“ Joe immediately cuts you off as he begins to choke on his food. You were about to get up to pat his back but he gently declined your help.

“A daughter?! I mean……a daughter?” he says, regaining his composure.

“Yes……..a three-year-old, but sadly her daughter was taken from her. Then she said something about running away from the father. I don’t know. She didn’t say more.” You say, going back to eating your food.

It’s silent for a moment as you two enjoy your food before he clears his throat.

“Well….I can’t say much other than you’re a special nurse for caring for her in such a horrible time in her life.” Joe says as you give him a small smile.

“I hope so…..but anyways enough about work and more about us.” You say as your husband nods in agreement, glad you were dropping the topic to something heartier.

~~

After a wonderful dinner with your husband, you both laugh as you walk through the parking lot and into your car. Not long, you’ve both made your way home. He parks the car in the driveway as it’s now dark and the moon is glistening beautifully in the sky. The mood was currently set as you couldn’t keep your hands off of Joe the entire ride home.

You couldn’t help but touch and grope his manhood as he grew hard underneath your fingertips. You had to keep your legs clamped shut to keep from touching yourself knowing you couldn’t satisfy yourself like your man could. But here you are, having been patient but now you were in full-blown heated mode wanting nothing more than for your husband to take you in the house, rip your dress off, and fuck you into the sheets until you were crying from pleasure.

“Let’s get in this fucking house, now,” Joe says impatiently as his dick grew heavy and hard, as he wanted nothing more than to stick his dick deep within your walls. His mind was clouded with all the nasty things he was about to do to you, and he couldn’t wait.

You both hurriedly get out of the car and slam the doors shut, hopefully not waking up the neighbors with your eagerness. Your husband almost trips on the pavement as he’s already unbuttoning his pants. You giggle as you both walk down the walkway before you stop dead in your tracks, Joe accidentally bumping into you.

“What? What’s wrong baby?” he asks, confused as to why you stopped walking.

You say nothing as you point at a familiar poodle that was sitting comfortably on your front porch, but when she notices you, she eagerly gets to her feet, barking softly at you, and wagging her tail.

“Fefe? What are you doing here girl? Shouldn’t you be home?” you say as she barks before descending the steps and stopping next to your feet.

She barks softly, making circles around your feet before she sits down in front of you, licking your leg.

“The hell….that woman needs to keep her dog in the house instead of on other people’s property. Shoo. Go home, mutt.” Your husband says, shaking his head at the dog.

“Shh..don’t be mean. Isn’t that right girl? Maybe she got lo-“ you say as you bend down to pet her but you notice something red smeared on your leg from where she licked you.

You look at your leg before looking closely at her mouth and teeth. She had a slight red tint to the fur surrounding her mouth.

“Here….open your mouth Fefe….” You say as she obeys, licking your hand and the red substance smears onto your hand again.

“What the hell did you get into girl?” you ask as she whines, rubbing her head against you.

“Awww maybe I should walk you home. This is so unusual though. Miss Williamson never lets you out of her sight.” You say as you stand back to your feet, petting the poodle on top of her head.

“Babe. She’ll find her way back home. Let’s just go inside and finish what we were starting because this can’t wait any longer.” Joe says, pointing impatiently at his prominent boner in his dress pants.

“But I-“ he cuts you off, kissing you deeply.

“She’ll be fine. Now come on.” He says kissing along your neck as you’re overcome with desire again.

“Maybe you’re right. Come on. Go home Fefe.” You say as your husband throws you over his shoulder, gently shoving the dog aside as you both hurry inside your home.

Fefe whines again, staring up at your front door as it slams shut before deciding to go back home to her owner who was lying in a pool of blood in her basement. 

What do you guy think happened to Miss Williamson? What's Joe hiding from Y/n? Will she ever find out the truth about the man she married? Stay tuned..........

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STILL IN LOVE 1|2 - Roman Reigns

This is just something I came up with because I was bored and I'm trying to get back to writing and have 0 requests to go off of HINT HINT 👀

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Y|N'S HAVING CONFLICTED FEELINGS HOURS BEFORE HER WEDDING

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I fumbled with my engagement ring, as I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror.

The more I starred, the less I recognized the person that starred back at me.

"Hello..." My bestfriend, practically sister, Trinity said, trying her best to snap me out of my thoughts. "Earth to Y|N."

Blinking a few times, I glanced over at her as she took a sear next to me. "Hmm..?" I mumbled, fighting the urge to go back to blankly starring at my reflection.

Trinity sighed, shaking her head. "You didn't hear anything I said, did you?" She asked.

And even though Trinity asked, the look on her face told me that she already knew that I was in fact not listening.

But it wasn't like I was just purposefully ignoring her.

I just had something on my mind.

Something that was impacting how I should be feeling right now.

"No." I replied, with a sigh to match the one Trinity had previously let out. "I can't stop thinking about Roman." I added.

As soon as I had mentioned Roman's name, Trinity stood from the chair she had been sitting in seconds before to stand behind me, a serious look on her face.

"Look at you, Y|N." She said, a type of authoritative tone that laced her words.

Tears stung at my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. "I can't." I whispered. "I don't like what I see." I admitted.

"Why not?" Trinity asked, causing my eyes to snap open, and me to now stand up also, facing her.

"Why not?" I questioned back, mocking her. "Because look at me," I gasped out. "I'm hours away from getting married, to who's supposed to be the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and all I can do is think about how much of an emotional cheater I'm being." I paused, grabbing the tissue Trinity held out to me, dabbing at the corners of my eyes, careful not to smudge my makeup. "And all it took was a phone call from my ex. Not a kiss, not some in the moment sex, a phone call. A stupid phone call Trinity."

Trinity came closer, wrapping me in a sisterly embrace. "If something has this much of an impact on you, it can't be that stupid, sis." She rubbed my back, as I buried my face into her shoulder. "What did he say?" She questioned, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"He's happy I finally found the happiness I deserve and that he wished me luck." I answered, earning a giggle from Trinity.

I pulled from our hug to look at her with narrowed eyes before giggling along with her, unable to keep a serious face.

"See?" I pouted.

Told you it was stupid, I mentally told her as if she would somehow hear me as if I had said it out loud.

"It sounds as if he was just wishing his ex luck or something." She finally replied, still in a fit of giggles. "You're just overthinking. Maybe because you're nervous or somet--"

"But then after we said bye, I could swear I heard him tell your husband that there was no way he could ruin my big day tomorrow by telling me that he was still in love with me." I quickly spoke, cutting Trinity off, as I bit down on the inside of my cheek, unaware of how wide my eyes now were. "I think he thought I had hung up, or that the phone wasn't to my ear or something but I know for sure I wasn't supposed to hear those words."

Trinity swatted at my shoulder, a look of disbelief on her face. "How did you not start with that in the first place, Y|N?"

I bit down harder on the inside of my cheek, before looking down. "Because I wasn't supposed to hear it an--"

"But you did." Trinity almost shouted, cutting me off this time.

Yes I did.

But I also spent all last night trying to convince myself I didn't.

Before I could say anything else, Trinity was making her way to the door of the room.

"Trin," I called out, trying to hurry to stop her. "Where are you going?"

"To find my husband." She huffed out.

I figured, I thought silently, face palming myself, then immediately sprinting to the mirror to make sure my eyelashes and makeup were still in tact.

I didn't know what turn this day was gonna take but I knew I wanted to look good no matter what.

And yes, I'm fully aware that that's not the way a bride is supposed to think hours before she walks down the aisle, but hey.

"I just hope Tyler doesn't hear about any of this," I mumbled to myself, imagining my fiancé hyped with all his groomsmen, on a high about today, just as I should be with my bridesmaids. "But nope, I had to ask them to leave so I can have a moment alone."

But thank goodness Trinity saw that I needed to get something off my shoulders and demanded that she stayed.

That's why it was a no brainer in asking her to be my maid of honor

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After what seemed like eternity, Trinity finally returned, Jimmy following behind.

"Damn, Y|N you're not even close to being dressed." Jimmy said, noticing I was still in my bridal robe and slippers while he, Trinity, and I'm assuming everyone else involved in the wedding as well as the guests.

I swallowed hard, before speaking up. "I'm not sure I can get married to Tyler." I finally said, noticing the usually goofy Samoan man that I've come to love as a older brother tense up. "Why?" He questioned, throwing another one at me before I could answer the previous one. "Do I need to kick his ass?"

I immediately shook my head, "No," I began before hearing Trinity's voice.

"Because of you and Roman, and," Trinity paused, placing her hands on her hips. "Jey, I'm sure."

"What did me and Roman do?" Jimmy asked, confused, and glancing around. "And if Jey is involved why didn't you drag him in here?"

I sighed, glaring over at Trinity. "Because he didn't do anything," I quickly answered, as my eyes shifted from Trinity to her husband. "And neither did you or Roman. It's what I heard Roman say to you last night." I added, mumbling the last part.

"Last nig--" Jimmy started to say before his wife, basically cut him off with a shout.

"She's talking about Roman telling you he's still in love with Y|N last night." She said, going over to give her husband a jab in his chest. "And now because of you and your uce, Y|N isn't sure if she could marry Tyler."

Jimmy looked over at me. A slightly apologetic look on his face. "Y|N|N, he didn't want you to hear that." He tried to explain as I frowned.

"Because he didn't mean it?" I chocked out.

Was I reading this whole thing wrong?

Was I putting my wedding, my maybe marriage to Tyler at stake for nothing?

"Because he did, Y|N," Jimmy answered. "But he felt that it was time to finally let you go and start your life with Tyler." Jimmy shrugged. "That's why when I told him he should just get everything off his chest before today, he told me he couldn't."

I slowly walked over to the chair I was once sitting in, this information feeling too hard to take in, even though I had heard the same thing last night.

Maybe the confirmation is just what's hard to take in

I still had a chance at a future with Roman?

"Why did he push me away though Jimmy?" I asked, tears once again stinging at my eyes. "He's the one that left me. If it wasn't for him we would still be happy, and I won't be with Tyler." A frown slowly made its way onto my face. "He's the reason I'm in this position. I basically forced myself to move on so fast, almost jumping into a marriage that I don't even know I want because I was trying so hard to get over him and practically jumped into the arms of the first man that showed me attention."

I stood up, so many emotions rushing through my body.

"I don't even know if I truly love Tyler and want to marry him or if I was just going to marry him so I wouldn't have to keep looking for a man to love me like Roman did."

"Clearly you don't." Trinity mumbled, her eyes widening as she realized her words weren't just a thought after I shot her another glare. "Look, Y|N I think we both know you have love for Tyler but it's not the love you need to have between two people to get married or to make a marriage last. You have that with Roman and no matter who you find you're always going to be in this position."

I nodded silently.

She was right.

"I know what needs to be done." I replied, before adding. "I need to go see Tyler."

"To tell him the wedding is off?" Jimmy curiously asked, as I made my way to, and out of the door. "She's telling him the wedding is off, right?" Jimmy then asked his wife, realizing I had more important things on my mind than answering him.

"I hope." Trinity responded. "Cause it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding and that's the last thing they need if she's going to go through with it."

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Inhaling and exhaling, I slowly brought my hand up to knock on Roman's door, before I quickly lowered it again.

Knock idiot, I mentally screamed at myself.

I had, had a painful goodbye with Tyler, and I had drove for almost two hours to get to Roman's house and now that I'm here, am I really gonna chicken out?

"I can't do this." I gasped out.

Leaving Tyler was easier than this when I thought it would've been the other way around.

But just as I turned to leave from Roman's front door, I heard the door being unlocked from the inside, and soon enough the door was open and I had turned around again to find myself face to face with my ex boyfriend.

Damn, does he look even more handsome than I remember..?

"Y|N," Roman asked, bliming a few times as if he might have thought he was dreaming. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting married right about now?"

I shook my head, looking down at my now naked ring finger. "I couldn't do it Roman." I mumbled, before swallowing hard, knowing that this could very much be my one and last chance to say how I feel.

"I heard what you told Jimmy on the phone last night when you thought I hung up and I just had to let you know, I'm still in love with you too, Roman."

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Thousand Times I've Fallen

I had an image. I ran with it. I just love the mundane, simple moments between people. The aftermath kinda stuff.

Drabble, fluffy, mushy goodness for you.

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He turns his head as the sheets rustle next to him. His heart is still pounding and his skin is still hot and sticky. He watches her shake her hair back, her hand patting around the sheets, then the bedside table looking for a hair tie. He reaches out, his fingers just whispering over her back for a second before she stands obvious to his almost touch.

Her legs wobble slightly as she walks away, heading to the bathroom. He can’t help but smirk at this and the fact that she still has one stocking on. Well, the remains of one anyway - the back of it has laddered although he can’t recall how. He’s not even sure where the other is. He gazes around the rest of the room, taking in the destruction.

Their belongings are littered over the floor, all hard surfaces completely cleared by his hand as he’d carried her, still inside her from desk to table to chest of drawers. He can still hear her soft moans in his ear, the shriek of her scream, the frantic begging, the firm slap of skin against skin.

Out of sight, the toilet flushes, followed by the sound of running water and then the faint buzz of her toothbrush. She appears and leans against the doorframe. Her hair is swept up on top of her head, the torn stocking now in her fist. She twirls it, the loose end wrapping around her hand.

“You owe me a pair,” she says after she turns away to spit.

“I’ll buy you a thousand fucking pairs,” he replies with an eyeroll and a grin.

“Every time,” she grumbles, but the words carry no harsh feelings. “I’ll stop wearing them.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, watching her body shiver. He ignores the way his dick twitches and instead heaves himself out of the bed.

She steps back into the bathroom as he scours the floor for his boxers, scraping a hand over his head to push his hair back.

Her hands ghost over his back, her mouth soft between his shoulder blades. Her arms slide around his waist, her body pressed against his and he’s disappointed to feel soft material between her skin and his.

She pulls him back to the bed, seating him on the edge as she kneels behind him. His eyes flutter closed as he feels her fingers gently comb through his hair. Slowly, she gathers it in her fist, twisting the length around and around into a tight knot that she fastens with a hair tie. The tips of her fingers brush down the back of his neck and he lets out a low groan.

She giggles in response and he tips his head back to rest on her chest. Her fingers glide over his forehead and down his nose, across his lips before grazing over his beard. His eyes flicker open and they hold each other’s gaze for a silent breath.

Her hands slide over his shoulders, across his chest and then back up. She eases his head up, breaking the gaze as she shifts back. He turns and only then does he clock that she’s swiped his hoodie, the one fresh off his TV appearance earlier.

“Suits you,” he murmurs as she slips from the bed and starts to fluff the pillows and straighten up the sheets.

“I know,” she grins.

He heads to the bathroom, his mind still elsewhere as he brushes his teeth. There’s something about seeing her in his clothes that make his heart swell - she’s probably made her way through his entire wardrobe. Dress shirts, football shirts, sweatshirts, she doesn’t discriminate. Her only requirement is that they need to have been worn by him first.

He’s never asked why. But he hopes it’s the reason he thinks. He's pretty sure it is. And as he shuts off the bathroom light and heads back towards the bed, she practically confirms it.

She lets the sleeves of the hoodie hang long, so that only the tips of her fingers are visible as she pulls back the freshly aired sheets and slips into bed. As she lays back against the pillows, the neck of the hoodie naturally slides over her mouth and nose and she doesn't make any attempt to move it.

He slides into bed next to her, pulling her in his arms, wrapping himself fully around her. Her body relaxes first but his isn’t far behind. He takes a deep breath, his head filling with the faint tang of sex, her shampoo, his cologne. Her hand pulls at his, her lips on each knuckle, softer each time.

The words slip from him as easy as they did the first time he ever uttered them to her.

And her reply curls around him like a blanket, smothering him in its warmth.

Fin.

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Roman Reigns Warning: Soft smut (18+)

Imagination

Girl come through,

and let's do

what we do in your imagination...

Renee and Roman sat in his home theatre binge watching Law and Order: SVU. It was their favorite show to watch together when they had the time.

With how hectic Roman's schedule was, she was surprised that he was able to keep his promise to her after all these years of him wrestling. Early on he had promised her that he would always make time for her even after his career took off. They both wanted to preserve their friendship as best as they could even through the tough times of adulting.

She snuggled deeply into her seat while clutching the blanket that Roman kept at his place for her. He, on the other hand, had his seat reclined with one hand embedded in his sweats and the other tugging at his beard hair. He had a horrible habit of doing that when he was focused.

Renee glanced away from the screen to look his way for just a moment to take in his features. He had changed so much over the years. He had looked the same, yet he didn't. But nonetheless he had aged like fine wine. How? Who knows. But his skin had grew darker over time, jaw line more structured, teeth done and his beard...God his beard. She loved it. It was full, thick and had hints of gray hair. In her opinion, the only thing it needed was to be covered in her juices.

Of course, just like any ole Netflix movie or Wattpad story, Renee had found herself becoming more and more attracted to him over the years. The feelings literally consumed her on a day to day basis. She couldn't stop thinking about him, dreaming about him and often fantasized what he was like in bed.

At this point she was a professional at day dreaming. Scenario after scenario, she constantly pictured herself in his arms.

The thought of being intimate with him sent shivers down her spine. Just imagining his breath against her skin, lips grazing her neck and his eyes..damn those eyes, she often imagined him forcing her to look into them while they made love in front of the mirror in his bedroom.

"Look at me, baby girl.", she shook her head 'no' as he thrusted in and out of her from the back. Her ass slapped against his skin as he pushed deeper..and deeper..and deeper.

His hand gripped her throat and forced her head up.

"You're saying no like you got an option. Look at daddy.." her eyes shifted up, Roman bit down on his bottom lip at the sight.

"Oh God.." she widened her eyes, the words accidently slipped out of her mouth.

"What happened?" Roman looked over at her, fingers still playing with his beard. She looked at him and the look he was giving her was enough to make her want to rid herself of every single piece of clothing that clung to her body. He was looking at her with those same eyes that she remembered from her fantasies.

"I just..I was just thinking about an embarrassing moment I experienced at work a few days ago is all.."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Mmm, sure.." he teased.

Men aren't the brightest people in the world, but Roman definitely wasn't oblivious to the fact that his friend was attracted to him. He never failed to notice the numerous amounts of times she looked at him and the way she looked at him. He'd been teasing her a lot lately and surprisingly she hadn't noticed that he was attracted to her as well. He gave plenty of hints, became a little touchier, called her new nicknames such as baby girl, beautiful, love and they always flew over her head. If he hadn't already had a clue that she'd liked him, he'd probably feel rejected.

They stared each other down a bit longer, his hand moved from his beard and he reached it out in her direction.

"What?" she questioned.

"C'mere," his eyes softened and he licked his lips. She was a bit frozen in place. Is she losing her mind or is he really looking at her like this. The way she'd only dream of him looking at her.

She looked in his eyes, at his lips and back to his eyes.

"Come," his voiced deepened a bit, which she didn't think was possible. She rid herself of the blanket and hesitated.

"Like..sit on your lap?" she questions, now her eyebrow was raised. He bit down on his bottom lip and nodded.

She must be deep in a daydream right now because this isn't real. She finally met his reach, grabbed onto his hand and climbed over the custom theatre seat. She straddled him, legs at either side of his hips. He sighed in pleasure as she sat on top of his covered member. She felt it as well and did her best not to lose it. Her moans were begging to be released from her throat.

"You want to tell me about that embarrassing moment that made the words 'Oh God' leave those pretty lips?" he asked as he looked up at her. His hand returned to his beard while the other held tightly onto her waist.

Her hands rested on his chest. It was nice and firm. His build has definitely changed in the best of ways since he had started wrestling. He looked so edible, it was ridiculous.

"No not really, it's an embarrassing moment for a reason bud." she stated with a sarcastic smile while softly patting his chest. He thrusted up slightly, the lump under his black sweats rubbed against her core which made a soft moan escape her lips.

"You want to tell the truth?" he asked, now both hands rested on her hips. She shivered and her stomach was now consumed with butterflies. What was he doing to her?

She was now biting her lip and looking down at him with a look he thought was irresistible. His stomach was also fluttering as the beautiful woman looked down at him.

Her pretty black curls fell perfectly on her forehead. She often talked about how her 4c hair drove her mad but he loved it. He loved everything about her, her hair, her beautiful black skin, her shape, everything. She could do no wrong and in this moment, he was ready to show her how beautiful she really was to him.

"Maybe I can make whatever you were thinking about come true.." he said softly. His hand slowly began traveling from her hip, up her stomach, over her breast and found it's way around her neck. He began thrusting against her core slowly and his dark eyes looked into her soul while doing so.

Her breath became short and her hands were no longer on his chest but now grasping his tatted arm that had a nice hold on her throat.

"You just have to let me know what you were daydreaming about. I can make it come true.." she softly moaned at his words.

"Was it something like this? Is this what you were thinking about baby?" He questioned. He knew he was making the woman weak, but he wanted to hear from her mouth what she wanted. He wanted the confirmation from her lips. The lips that he wanted against every inch of him.

She shook her head 'no'. He licked his lips, smirking at the fact that she was still holding back. He fully sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his hands were now on her back. His beautiful hair draped over his shoulders. It wasn't wet like he usually had it for his matches, but dry, soft and flowing beautifully.

He snaked his arms under her shirt. Her warm skin against his cold hands made her breath hitch in her throat. He dipped his head down and into the crook of her neck. He placed soft gentle kisses against her pretty soft skin. She smelt so good, like vanilla and peony; he couldn't help but moan. She moaned back in response. His lips felt like heaven.

Her pussy throbbed immensely; she swears he could feel it. She just knew her heart was no longer in her chest and now in her panties.

"Fuck." she whispered; he continued showering her in his kisses. He worked his way up to her ear. Now it was his turn to whisper.

"Tell me what we do in your imagination.." she caved, she couldn't take it anymore.

"You were fucking me while we looked at each other in the mirror-" the hairs stood up from her skin as Roman's hand slowly slid down her back.

"Mhm, what else.." he whispered before his tongue traced the outer of her ear.

"Joe, please" She begged he pulled away from her ear and looked at her through hooded lids.

"Keep. Talking." he spoke sternly.

"You were giving me back shots, you told me to look at you and I didn't. So you wrapped your hand around my throat and made me look at you while...shit..while you fucked me." she uttered in almost agony. She had always imagined what it was like to be intimate with him and the thought always made her knees weak. But to actually experience his hands, his breath, his lips all over her..it was a whole other experience.

Roman's lips curved into a devious yet sexy smile. He loved seeing this side of her. She didn't know that she was driving him crazy just as much.

He licked his lips for what seemed like the millionth time and tilted his head slightly.

She felt her cheeks get hot and quickly became embarrassed. She looked down from his gaze and took a deep breath.

"That's what I was daydreaming about, nosey. Are you satisfied?" she giggled softly hitting him.

That devious smirked still accompanied his soft lips. He finally got want he wanted and was very satisfied matter of fact.

He grabs the wrist that she swatted him with and placed it behind her back. This caught her by surprise. With his other hand he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Very," he whispered huskily. He wasn't showing it, but he wanted her so bad. Just her looking at him was enough to make him cum. He needed to take her upstairs to the room not now but right now.

"Just know that tonight, every single time you cum I want my hand wrapped around that pretty little throat of yours and I will demand eye contact if you want to nut. We're going to make sure we do what we do in your imagination."

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Hi ya'll! This is my first time writing Roman. I hope ya'll like it!

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Dean and Seth in "Gotta safe Roman" mode - so dramatic babies

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Roman Reigns - WWE SmackDown (December 22, 2023)

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10 Year Anniversary

The SHIELD's "Rookie" cards from 2013 Topps WWE. Reimagined with a black border, and updated images.

10 years later the 3 of them are the top 3 in the PWI 500