#joe anoa'i x black reader

[caramelcleopatraa]

iii. SUIT & TIE

word count: 1,300~

x: Somehow a lot easier to write, so I was able to get this entire part written in a night and some change. Came out sooner than expected as well. Don't get comfortable too long, cause I got some plans for these characters aaaand some tea *clacks fan* 🧐

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, 18+, MDNI... please, oral ( f receiving)

“Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

Roman wasted no time diving into your dripping heat. You sharply inhaled as Roman’s tongue explored your folds. His eyes lingered on you. He wanted to see how you react when he touches you. He wanted to see how good he can make you feel. He wanted to see how your eyes roll back when you cum on his tongue. He barely knew you, and he was never one to attach to people so quickly. But you were so magnetizing. Your presence, how you hold yourself, that attitude of yours, how you melt in his hands. It left him wanting more. Which led him to the position that he’s in right now. Between your legs while indulging himself in your sweet juices. 

Your hand makes its way to his head of hair, trying your best not to grab him for dear life. Your chest rises up and down from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. You’d probably never admit it even if your life was on the line, but you had never felt like this before. You’ve had your fair share of experiences, but this. Him. He made you feel so high off of pleasure. Your mind was in shambles already, and you have yet to cum. Loud moans shamelessly filled the empty space in the room. His hands wrap around your thighs to stop your thighs from shaking so intensely. He was making love to your pussy, and neither of you wanted it to stop.

The meticulous slow licks up your cunt made you lose your mind. His sudden change in pace left you whining and begging for him to go faster. He takes his time trailing wet kisses from your folds, to your clit, to your thighs, and any other place on your body that his lips could reach. You finally get a clear glimpse of his face. Still absurdly handsome, but now, his lower face is soaked in your wetness. “That pussy got me drenched baby.” His irresistible teasing had you rolling your eyes and dismissively waving him off, giving him somewhat of an attitude. But inside, you knew you were melting at his words. Taking the little summation of common sense you had, you retaliated. “Is that supposed to be a problem? This ain’t no average pussy Mr. Reigns.” 

“Damn right this ain’t no regular pussy,” He moans before delving into your core once more.  “Good ass pussy.”

The ruthless cycle of licking and sucking made your whole body shake. Your needy and eager praises made him smirk, encouraging him to keep going. He no longer wanted to toy with you, he wanted to make you cum. Work you up, just to be the one that sees you come down from your high feeling satisfied and taken care of. That familiar feeling came faster than you expected. You would’ve tried your best to hold it off, but considering how good you felt, you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Needed to. Your hands push at his head while you weakly warn him that you're close. He didn’t budge. He stubbornly sat there, lapping up every drop of your juices without a second thought. He wanted you to make a mess. He wanted you to drench his face while he licked up your release just to make you do it again. You were going to give him what he wanted, and he wasn’t leaving this dressing room without it. Your moans got louder, and your pleasure was steadily rising. You were about to explode. You weren't able to ignore this desire anymore. There was nothing more you wanted than to chase that feeling. 

“Cum on my tongue, mama.”

Those 5 words were enough to send you over the edge. You unconsciously looked at him to see his reaction and you found his brown eyes locking onto yours. Neither of you backed down. He stared into your soul as he licked your pussy clean. You almost thought he was never going to move, based on the way he was eating you out. Any stray drops would land in his beard and dampen the seat. His thumbs massaged your thighs as you tried your best to calm yourself down from the mindblowing orgasm you just had. Strings of whispered curse words exited your mouth. Your hands trailed down your body to meet his and you interlaced his hands with yours. He stood up, still holding on to you, and pulled you to sit up. He took a seat next to you and wrapped his hands around your waist. You were hoisted onto his lap and laid on his chest. You didn't take him as someone to give aftercare, but you didn’t reject the attention you were being given at the moment. 

“How was that Ms. Expert?” Roman says, slowly rubbing the small of your back. You laugh into his neck and let your hands rest on his chest. You use your right hand to grab his chin and turn his face towards you. “It was good,” you say with a smile.

“I was definitely expecting you to be rougher,” you say, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably in his lap. “I will be when I fuck you. I said that I would take care of you, relieve your stress. And apparently, mama said I did a good job.” You two share smiles and laughter for a short time. You loved every second of this interaction, but something was gnawing at you. You had to ask, it was going to drive you insane if you didn't have answers. 

“So is she just a temporary accessory or your bottom bitch?” You asked with curiosity in your voice. He takes a moment to analyze your question. “More like a leech,” he says dismissively. His tone conveyed that this was a topic that wasn't a big deal to him. However, you still want to know more. “Seems like you attract leeches huh?” You feel his laughter through his chest.

“Hah hah very funny,” he utters sarcastically. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because my employee wants to join your roster.”

You were deep in thought. You were thinking about so many different situations and possibilities. ‘Was he just doing this because he was bored? Does he think of me like how he thinks of De’arra? Is he just taking advantage of me?’ 

“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere

‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’

I hope you guys enjoyed dis one <3 as always, thank you guys for the support lovelies. tell me what you think! ( I'm a whore for comments )

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[acknowledge-reigns]

Nonsense | Roman Reigns x black fem!OC - 18+!!!!

Warnings: Bratty sub, fingering, orgasm control/denial, Daddy/Sir kink, Praise (good girl) , teasing, begging, vaginal sex, semi-public play (possibility of being heard), pet names (babygirl, my love), dirty talk.

Description: Roman and Lilah have some fun on his private jet.

Other stories featuring Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35 and There Goes My Baby.

My entire Masterlist can be found here.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

Face claim: Jaylon Barron

From they moment they boarded the plane Lilah had been filled with anticipation. After a full day of being a brat Roman had instructed her to wear a short skirt and that she was not allowed to wear panties on their flight.

Luckily enough it would be just the two of them flying on his private jet to the Royal Rumble, aside from of course the flight crew who knew not to bug the tribal chief and his girl unless it was for emergency purposes.

Roman, his eyes smoldering with desire, leaned towards Lilah, whispering seductively into her ear. "How about we play a little game, babygirl?" he said.

Lilah's heart raced at the thought, her body tingling with anticipation. "What kind of game, Sir?" she responded, her voice filled with excitement.

Roman's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I want you to close your eyes and let yourself be completely vulnerable to me." he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Lilah's breath quickened as she closed her eyes, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She felt Roman's strong hands on her, his touch igniting a fire within her, never knowing where and what he'd do next but trusting him. With her eyes closed, Lilah felt Roman's hands slowly trailing over her body, his touch teasingly light. His fingers danced along the curves of her neck, down her collarbone, and traced the outline of her breasts over her shirt. Each delicate stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, causing her to arch her back in response.

"You remember your Safeword, babygirl?" Roman asked.

"Pickles" Lilah responded.

"Good Girl" Roman said.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine once again. "You're doing so well, my love. I need you to be quiet for Daddy, okay? Spread your legs for me."

Lilah surrendered herself to the game nodding as she leaned back in the luxurious leather seat spreading her legs wide, His touch grew bolder, his fingers exploring every inch of her body, setting her body ablaze with desire."Shhh.. Shhh. Such a good girl for your tribal chief." Roman said as he lifted her skirt, "Such easy access for me, babygirl. I bet you're already soaked for me, aren't you?" Roman said with his signature cocky smirk.

"Mm Yes, Daddy. Just for you, my tribal chief." Lilah said.

He then slowly, teasingly, began to trace his fingers along her inner thighs.

Lilah squirmed with pleasure, her body aching for his touch. Roman took his time, savoring every moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he plunged his fingers deep inside of her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Looks like this little pussy is acknowledging me, baby." Roman teased as he fingered her roughly, his fingers moving with a force and speed that left her breathless. Lilah, lost in the throes of passion, begged for more, her voice hoarse with desire.

Roman chuckled a bit at her plea pulling his fingers out and leaving her wanting as he licks her juices from his fingers.

"Beg for it, Lilah," he growled, his deep voice driving her wild.

"Please, Daddy, " she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I need you."

Roman's lips crashed down on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her as his own, his hands once again roaming over her body as he explored every inch of her. She writhed beneath him, her body begging for more.

"Please, Daddy," she begged, "I need you inside me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Come on now, babygirl, you can beg better than that. Beg the tribal chief."

"Please, Roman," she cries out, her body wracked with need. "I need you. Right here right now, my tribal chief. I need you to fuck me on your private jet, daddy, please."

With a triumphant laugh, Roman plunged into her, his hips pistoning as he took her roughly, pounding her pussy.

She tried not to scream in pleasure, her body shuddering as she eventually came undone beneath him as the plane soared through the clouds, their passion reaching its peak as they enter the mile high club together.

After getting cleaned up and dressed Roman wrapped Lilah in a warm blanket he had requested from one of the flight attendants and held her close, whispering soothing words in her ear.He reminded her of how good she had been, how obedient and submissive. He praised her for her efforts, telling her how much she pleased him.

Lilah snuggled closer to Roman, soaking up the affection and praise. She knew that she had pleased him, that she had been a good girl for her tribal chief. And that thought filled her with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"You want a snack, babygirl? some water?" Roman asked asked.

Lilah, still lost in the afterglow of their session, simply shook her head. She didn't need anything, not right now. She was content, happy even, to just lay there in Roman's arms, basking in the love and affection that he so willingly gave her.

The private jet continued to soared through the sky, taking them to their next destination. But for now, they were content to just be, together, in their own little bubble of love and affection.

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[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Roman Reigns x Reader x Jey Uso: Break The Rules For You, Pt. II

WARNING: Roman is an a**hole in this.

You sighed heavily, taking off your heels. It's been a long night and all you wanted to do was sleep. Joe was currently taking his clothes off, preparing for a bath. His body looked heavenly, contrasting to the hell he always caused.

You're about to slip off your dress and head for the bathroom, when he grabs you, pulling you to his front. You inwardly roll your eyes, feeling his hard-on.

"Where do you think you're going? You tryna shower without me?" he smirked, kissing along your neck.

You wanted to drop-kick him in the throat. You weren't in the mood to have sex or do anything intimate. Especially after tonight. Jey basically ignored your entire existence the whole night, despite sitting at the same table as you. Every time you looked his way, you were filled with nothing but sadness. Yes, he may have a right to be upset with you, but that didn't mean to act mean to you.

He was the one who waited to propose to you too late. He knew your feelings for his cousin were strong, yet he decided to break the "bro code" and try to pursue you. It was his fault, not yours.........or was it? You don't know but it seemed very odd to you for him to try and propose to you when you two have never even dated before.

"Baby, did you hear me?" Joe says, slowly placing his hand around your neck, nearly making you jump out of your skin. You hadn't even realized he was now standing in front of you.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going to hit you......unless you disobey me." he says, placing a "loving" hand on your cheek.

You glared at him, angered by his words. What were you to him honestly? His property? Something to beat on when he felt the need to. His personal doormat? Slave? You scoffed, trying to walk past him but he quickly gripped your arm, making you wince slightly.

"If I were you, I'd calm down the attitude. What's your problem anyway? Tell me this has nothing to do with Joshua tonight. Why do you care if he ignores you or not? I'm your man, not him." he says, staring intensely at you.

He knew very much that his cousin's feelings towards you were unbelievably strong. He knew how much Jey wanted to marry you so many years ago, as that's what drove a rift between their relationship. Jey approached him one night, yelling about how he was pissed that he'd given you a black eye. He argued about how he could treat you better than him, however, Joe refused to back down.

They both argued nonstop until they were red in the face. However, none of it really mattered to Joe. He knew you weren't going anywhere. Which is why on the same day he knew Jey was going to propose, he proposed to you first. As if he weren't petty enough, he invited Jey to your wedding. Just so he could witness the love of his life marrying another man. He knew it would crush him on the inside, but did he care? Nope. He wanted you all to himself. And if he couldn't have you, no one could.

Joe knew how precious you were. You were like the rarest jewel to Jey, but he'd gotten to you first. And no one would have you if it weren't Joseph Anoa'i. He's already warned you of what he'd do to you if you tried to leave him, especially for another man. You'd be sleeping six feet under if you ever tried to leave him. You'd be dead or the man you tried to leave him for would be....or both.

But then again, he wasn't worried about you leaving him anyway. You can't even count how many times he's put a knife to your throat for threatening to leave him. The first time you tried to leave him, he dangled you over a balcony, making you beg for your life. The only thing that kept you from dying that night was declaring your love for him. It was after that, that you never tried to escape again.

That's how Joe got away with anything he did to you- you wouldn't tell. Well, at least not the authorities. If anyone knew of everything that happened between you and your husband, it was Jey. He was your safe haven, the one you'd run to whenever you needed him. But he was starting to get tired of you running to him only when you needed him.

He was tired of you disregarding his feelings for you. He was madly in love with you, yet you were in love with a man who cares less about your existence. There have been countless times Jey has cried himself to sleep, worrying about your life, worrying about whether Joe was putting his hands on you or not. He wanted to forget about you, leave you alone to let you deal with that asshole all by yourself, but he just couldn't. Not when you two have a special bond...............

And what was that bond?

A bundle of joy

A daughter

Yes, you and Jey have a child together. When did it happen? Well, during the course of your marriage with Joe, you two went your separate ways for only a few months but reunited. But during that time, you were staying over at Jey's house temporarily since Joe kicked you out of the house. And one night, you and Jey were enjoying wine and romantic movies and it just happened. You want to blame it on the wine. You want to blame it on your anger for your husband at the time, but honestly, it wasn't either of those.

It was love, love made you do it. Love made you end up in Jey's bed, moaning his name, as he did things to your body Joe could never. You two had sex for hours, and like idiots, you didn't use protection. You woke up the next morning, head pounding, only to find yourself in your husband's cousin's arms. Both of you were without clothing. You regretted it so much, you got dressed and ran out of the house. You drove back to your and Joe's house and begged him to take you back, which he did.

It wasn't until later that day that he'd found out you slept with Jey, who by the way was the one that told him. They were both at work and Jey had been eying him angrily, so he finally decided to ask him what his problem was.

Jey didn't mean for it to slip out, but it did, and he knew, undoubtedly, that you were going to pay for it. It was something about him that Joe was intimidated by. Joe didn't care to admit it, but he didn't want to lose you. Not only were you precious to Jey, but you were precious to him as well, though he had a shitty way of expressing it. He knew how he treated you was wrong, but he had to keep you all to himself. And hurting you was the only way to do it, or at least that's what his fucked-up mind was telling him.

He couldn't let you go. He refused to let you go.

Which is why he was so angered when he found out you were bearing his cousin's child. How could you do that to him? Did you not love him?! How could you bear another man's seed?!

Throughout your pregnancy, Joe made sure to put you through hell. There were times when he wouldn't let you go to the doctor to get an ultrasound or even check up on the baby. If you went clothes/toy shopping for the baby, anything you brought would be thrown in the trash or burned.

You ended up making it through the nine-month process and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, further deepening Joe's hatred towards Jey.

On the day you gave birth, Joe kept you from calling Jey to even let him know his child was on the way. He refused to let you see your own daughter when she was born. You were so exhausted after giving birth that you passed out seconds later after your final push. Joe took that as the opportunity to take your daughter away.

When you were to be released from the hospital, that's when he contacted Jey, telling him to come get his child from the hospital. And ever since then, you haven't seen your child ever. You often wondered what she looked like. Did she look mostly like you? Or Jey? Or a mixture of you both. Sometimes you wondered but you'd immediately push those thoughts away.

You weren't allowed to acknowledge her. That was another rule of your crazy husband.

Fast forward and Jey has been a single parent, taking care of his daughter, who looked like a mirror image of him..... His daughter was now five years old and growing healthily, finally. Of course, the prolonged stress you'd been under during the pregnancy affected your daughter's health when she was born. She had to take things slower for a child her age, but she was still a happy-go-lucky sunshine like her father.

At first, it was hard raising a child on his own, but Jey finally got the hang of it. He'd do anything for his daughter. They had a tradition where every weekend they'd travel somewhere, even if for a short distance, to have Daddy-Daughter Time. Jey has a picture book full of places that he and his daughter have traveled together, cherishing those moments he has with her.

However, there would be occasional times when his daughter, whom he nicknamed Mini Uce, would ask about her mother. It was times like these that he wished you were his. He hated being a single parent. He wanted to be a complete family. He wanted you to be the one to take your daughter to school, pick up, and ask how her day went.

He wanted you to be the one to smile at the cute pictures his daughter would make in class, and proudly hand to him when he picked her up from school. He wanted a lot of things; however, he knew it was only just a dream. He hated how you never would even ask how your daughter was doing whenever the two of you were around each other. It was like she didn't even exist. The special bond that you created seemed to not even cross your mind. Or at least that's what he thought. He wanted so desperately to wipe the memory of Joe away, start a new journey with you, move somewhere else, raise your family, and get married. Be with you forever.

But again, you had rules to follow.

And even though you told him you'd break the rules for him, he wasn't quite sure how serious you were. Were you finally getting tired of his cousin Joe and his abuse? Were you finally going to leave? Only time could tell but in the back of his mind, he was hoping you'd soon leave Joe for him. And when you did, there was no way he was letting you go again.

"I don't want to talk about it," you mutter, tearing your eyes away from Joe as he glares at you.

It's been an awfully long night, and you refused to end the night arguing with your husband. He rolled his eyes at you, letting go of your arm which was sure to bruise in the morning.

"You better watch that attitude, Y/n. You know my rules, so follow them. Don't make me warn you again." he growled, storming past you and slamming the bathroom door shut, leaving you to shiver as tears poured down your face.

I'd break the rules for you.....

~~

Joe is lying next to you fast asleep. You hadn't had a wink of sleep as you stared out the window. God, you just had to get away from this man. You just had to. He snored slightly as he turned to his side, finally releasing you from the grip he had on your waist.

You sit there for a moment as your mind begins to race.

Get away. Get away. Run. Just run.

Your mind says as your heart rate begins to increase. You look down at the wedding band on your finger before looking back at your sleeping husband, then back to your finger. Then back to your husband's sleeping form.

Do it, Y/n. Just do it. Free yourself.

You take a deep breath before you quietly slip out of the bed and onto the floor, taking a peek at your husband to make sure you didn't wake him.

Silence.....

Good. You didn't wake him. He continues to sleep peacefully as you hurriedly, but quietly put on some jeans and a tank top and sneakers. You had spare clothes in the trunk of your car, so you weren't concerned about packing. You didn't have the time to. You were leaving. Where to? You weren't sure, but you couldn't possibly go to the first place that popped into your mind.

Jey's home.

Surely after the way he treated you tonight, he wouldn't dare open the door for you if you came knocking. Your heart throbbed in your chest as you looked back at Joe, who continued to sleep as you slowly opened the bedroom door.

You shut it behind you quietly before hurrying downstairs and into the kitchen where your car keys were. You had to get out of here as fast as possible. You just had to before that devil woke up. Because you knew if he caught you walking out the door, he'd make sure you wouldn't make it out.

You shakily grabbed your keys as you tiptoed through the kitchen and towards the security alarm that was near the front door. The alarm in your bedroom would certainly go off as soon as you disarmed it, to which you'd have to make a run for it if it woke your husband. Well, soon-to-be ex-husband. You were breaking free. Or at least that's what your mind was telling you.

You put in the security code, which was Joe's birthday, and pull the door open as it alerts you that the alarm system has been disarmed. Heart pounding at a mile a minute, you race to your car and can barely hit the unlock button before you look back and see the bedroom light cut on and your name being called.

Fuck......

"Dammit!" you cry as you accidentally drop the keys in your hand.

"Y/n?! Y/n?! Where the f*ck are you?!" You hear Joseph yell, sounding like he was rushing down the stairs.

You quickly pick up the keys and smash the unlock button as the locks finally unlock in your car. You jump in and lock the door before jamming the key into the ignition and starting your car.

You aren't even able to back out of the driveway before a large hand slams on the driver's window, startling you.

"Y/n! Y/n! Open the fucking door! Now!" Joe yells, angrier than you've ever seen him before.

"Stop it, Joseph! Stop it!" you cry as he yanks at the door handle but cannot open the door as you've locked the car.

"Y/n. Baby, what are you doing, huh? Why are you doing this? Come on. Get out of the car so we can talk, okay? You know I love you." He says as he momentarily stops banging on the window to stare at you, hoping you'll calm down.

There's no way you were attempting to leave him...right?

You look at him, your tears nearly blinding you, as your hand trembles over the unlock button. Was he being serious right now? Was he finally sorry for how he's been treating you? A part of you wanted to believe him.

"N-no....you don't love me, Joe. Y-you just want to hurt me." You cry, tears pouring down your face like a waterfall as it ironically begins to pour down rain.

"Baby come on. You know that's not true. I love you. I just don't want to lose you. Can't you see that? Can't you see that my cousin wants to take you from me? He doesn't want to see us happy. Baby please, open the door so we can go inside and talk. Unlock the door, Y/n." Joe says as he places a hand onto the window, wanting you to place your hand there.

You whimper, body shivering as you place a shaky hand across the glass window. You couldn't do this to him. You just couldn't.....

Don't do it Y/n. Don't do it! He's lying! He's a liar.

You could hear Jey's voice telling you in your mind as he retracted your hand from the cool glass window. You shake your head no, refusing to give into Joe again.

"N-no.......no......I can't. I can't. You're lying." You whisper, shaking your head as you turn away from him to put the car in reverse.

"Y/N!?! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW! DON'T DO THIS! DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME!" Joe yells, banging angrily on the window as his hands begin to bleed.

You shake your head as you slam down on the pedal damn near jerking the car back. Joe falls forward onto the wet pavement as you back out of the driveway.

You cry as you see him rise to his feet, chasing after the car, not caring that he was getting soaked in the rain. You weren't going to get away from him. No way.

As the rain pours down heavier now, Joe's figure begins to fade into the night as you look out the window at him.

Soon, he's out of your sight and you're out of your familiar neighborhood, racing down the road.

You were a crying mess as you ran red lights and sped through the city, with no destination in mind. You just had to get away. Even if you didn't know where.

You squint your eyes as you try to make out the road in front of you, but the rain is so heavy you can't. Maybe if you pulled over, the rain would calm down enough for you to see where you were going.

You're about to slow down when suddenly bright headlights blind you and you swerve trying to avoid a truck.

"Ahhhhhh!" You scream as your car loses control and drives off the road into a ditch.

Everything goes black.........

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You begin to hear voices as you slowly awaken. Your head was pounding. You groaned in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, a bright light beaming in your face. Oh God.... were you dead?

"Uuuuugh, my head." You groan as you fully open your eyes to see you're in a hospital.

The two men to which the voices belonged immediately stopped talking, gazing over at you with wide eyes. One dressed in a black hoodie and black jeans, the other in white scrubs.

What the hell was going on?

"Oh my God, she's awake. Y/n. Look at me. Y/n?" the guy in the hoodie says, coming over to you, and staring deeply into your eyes. His eyes were red and swollen as if he'd been crying. Yet his brown eyes were gentle and beautiful.

You look at him confused, not knowing who in the hell he was. Or even what was happening.

"W-who are you?" you stutter, your voice barely coming out above a whisper.

The guy then looks over at the man in all white, who is clearly a doctor.

Had something terrible happened to you? Why were you in a hospital?

"I'm afraid she suffered a severe head injury. It appears she has some memory loss." The doctor says as he looks at you, concern written all over his face.

The guy in the hoodie looks back at you before gently grabbing your hands.

"Listen, Y/n.....you were in a terrible car wreck. You hurt your head and don't remember anything but-" you cut him off.

"W-who are you?" you question. You were beyond scared right now.

The guy looks back at the doctor before looking back at you. He takes a moment before he responds. Confliction written on his face.

"I'm......I'm Joshua Fatu.........your husband. And...and this is our daughter, Y/D/N." He answers, pointing over at a little girl that was sitting quietly next to a big window, staring at the rain.

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[ao3feed-ambreigns]

Times of Hurt Will be Conquered by Justice

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2urmhww

by WAKEMEUPwakemeupinsideCANTWAKEUPwakemeup

that title is way too cool for what youre about to read The family needs to recover emotionally, despite the hurt they all come closer together and when they go to the bar shit happens if you don't know what the fuck im talking about i suggest reading the other parts first because they are entirely intertwined with plot.

Words: 9957, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of WWE AU: normal dudes. sorta.

Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, OC (named Luis), OC (My friend's named Cyrus), OC (My other friend's named Alejandro), Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Apollo Crews, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Heath Slater, Jinder Mahal | Raj Singh, Drew McIntyre, Sting

Relationships: Finn Balor/Reader, Finn Balor/Original Charcter, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns, Jeff Hardy/Sting

Additional Tags: baby mention of apollo crews, even babier mention of sting, 3MB, 3mb being nerds, reads like an x reader personality of my oc, oc and reader are the same, characters use their real names, john good - Freeform, joe anoa'i - Freeform, colby lopez - Freeform, almost every character, apollo is still apollo, stings real name is steve, andrew mclean galloway the third because why the fuck not, The New Broods, hardy boyz nickname mention, oh yeah bullet club is somewhere

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[reignmyworld]

I need you to come back - Roman Reigns x Reader

Summary: You and Joe are expecting your first child. As you leave your regular check up at the doctor’s in order to head home a car smashes into your own, injuring you severely. The doctors are fighting for your life and the one of your unborn child. As Joe arrives at the hospital the time between hoping and fearing begins for him as he prays that both you and your child can stay with him.

Warnings: angst

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i x Reader

You left the doctor's office after your routine check up. You were happy that everything was going according to plan with your baby, not that you would have guessed otherwise but nevertheless it was a huge relief. You really couldn't wait to head back home with your husband already waiting there. You were just glad that the drive wouldn't be too long so you should be there in about 20 minutes. You were getting back into the car, pulled out into the traffic and headed towards your house.

It was just then when you were driving over some crossroads with the lights showing green, that someone on your left side seemed to have jumped a red light, crashing in your car with his. You didn't feel much but the heavy eruption and the only thing you heard was the glass shatter. It took you a moment to process what had just happened, when you were looking down at yourself, seeing parts of the glass sticking in your body, with a huge amount of blood soaking your dress. You couldn't even tell that it was you screaming until everything just went black and the noises surrounding you just became small mumbles before everything turned black and completely silent. It took the emergency doctor and the ambulance approximately 25 minutes until they were sure that you were in a stable condition to rush you to the hospital with you not having reached conscience during that time.

Just a few minutes later it was ringing on Joe's doorbell. He wondered for a second that you would be ringing although he was quite sure that you had taken your keys with you, but maybe he just imagined. The huge smile on his face dropped in the moment, when he saw that there were two police officers standing in front of him, both of them a serious look on their face. In their job it didn't really matter whether they would have to talk to a celebrity like a WWE superstar or normal people, delivering bad news was always hard to do. "Mr. Anoa’i?" ,one of them stated with Joe nodding his head. "Yes, how may I help you?" , he wanted to know. His gut feeling instantly turned heavy. "We're here because of your wife.", the officer said. "Is Y/N okay?", Joe wanted to know, being quite aware that his mother - who cam over to have dinner with her son and her daughter-in-law - had stepped into the hall behind him in the meantime. The other officer decided to take over. "We are sorry to inform you that your wife has been involved in a severe car crash. She had been rushed to the next hospital right away." Joe felt as if all life just left him. He stumbled: "Is she... I mean is she...?" The officer took a deep breath before he said: "She was alive when she was rushed to the hospital but it seemed as if her injuries were severe. We just wanted to inform you so that you could drive there right away."

Joe couldn't even remember that he thanked the officers and that he bid them farewell nor that he was close to a breakdown in his home. All he knew was that he was suddenly in his mother’s car with her rushing to the hospital, while he was sitting in the passenger's seat silent tears streaming down his face. His mother reached over to him, slightly putting some pressure on his hand, telling him: „She will be alright. You know her, she is a fighter. Everything will be alright.“ Joe really wanted to believe her, but he could see the tears leaving her own eyes.  So he just nodded, his heart shattering into thousands of pieces.

As soon as they reached the hospital Joe jumped out of the car and rushed into the emergency area leaving his mother behind, knowing that she would follow immediately. One of the doctor's was just coming out of the surgery room and Joe immediately grabbed him by his coat, screaming in panic: "My wife has been brought here a few minutes ago. She was involved in a severe car crash and she is pregnant in her seventh month currently." The doctor, who seemed to recognize him right away, tried to calm him: "Mr. Anoa’i, I know it's hard but please try to calm down. Your wife is still in surgery and we are trying our best." Joe could feel how his panic was turning into anger: "What do you mean you are trying your best? What do you fucking mean you are trying your fucking best?! She's not gonna die in there, you hear me?!" Before he could say another word, another doctor came out of the surgery room and with all of the authority he could establish, he said: "You better calm down now. We can understand that you are close to a breakdown, but that doesn't help your wife, your unborn child, yourself or your companion over there. Right now we are fighting for your wife's life as well as for your child's life. To save both of their lives ot at least increase chances to do so, we have to do an emergency cesarean on her because we neither know how much blood there is in her belly nor do we know whether your child is injured due to the glass sticking in your wife’s body. So I just want you to pull yourself together and give us your approval as her husband, so we can do our damn jobs."

Joe only remembered it as if he was trapped in a deep mist that he gave them his okay and with that they were just heading back into the surgery room to help their colleagues with the surgery. Joe was collapsing on one of the chairs, breaking down and just crying, while his mother never left his side. Minutes passed by, minutes that turned to hours while the doctors were rushing in and out of the emergency. He tried to get new information at the beginning but since everyone continued to shoosh him away by telling him that they don't have any news and they still would do anything in their power to safe your and your baby's life, he gave up. Agony was surrounding him as he could only think about how his own life would be over if he'd lost you. You have given him a meaning, you have given him a place he felt secure and thinking that this might be over was more than he could take. He felt as if someone cut out a piece of himself alrady, tossing it to the ground in order to leave it there to die. By now he was feeling absolutely numb and not even the presence of his beloved mother could help him feeling something else than sheer and endless pain and panic. He couldn't tell how long he had to wait until one doctor was finally making his way over to him. He got up to his feet slowly, his mother supporting him by wrapping her arm around his waist. He was absolutely afraid of what he would hear next. Especially since the doctor's facial expression promised anything else but good news.

With a voice that didn't sound like his own anymore he wanted to know: "Is she...? I mean are they...?" He couldn't even say it out loud. Saying it would mean accepting the possibility of having lost not only you but also your child and that was more than he could bear. As the doctor was shaking his head a little bit of hope returned, small and almost invisible but it nevertheless was there. He felt the reassuring grip of his mother that should tell him that everything would be fine in the end. Before Joe could voice another question the doctor let him know: "Mr. Anoa'i, both your wife and your child are alive. We had to deliver the baby early but except for a bumpy start in this world it is healthy and didn't experience any injuries from the car crash." He was making a longer pause and Joe's heart immediately sank as he asked: "What about my wife?" The doctor looked at him with a sad expression as he replied: "As of now we were able to safe her and she is in a stable condition regarding the circumstances. She was, however, injured badly. Despite of a lot of visible cuts that we had to stitch together, we had to remove one of her kidneys and her lungs were close to collapsing. Also her heart beat was gone temporary, caused primarily due to the heavy bloodloss she suffered. I have to be honest with you. There's still a 50/50 chance for her. As of now it looks as if she's making it. But it's not only the body that has to heal it's the mind also. She hadn't gotten back her conscience since she was rushed to the hospital and we have no chance of getting her out of the coma. I'm sorry that I don't have better news for you but as of now all we can do is hope that everything turns out for the best."

Joe felt as if he had lost the floor under his feet. All he could think about was that his life would be over as well should he loose you. He didn't even realize that his mother was talking to him until she gently shook his arm. "What?", he asked still not understanding what she was telling him. "I said that she will make it. Let time do some wonders, you know that she will survive. But now - no matter how hard it is - you have to be strong. You have a baby now that needs you more than anything else." Silent tears were running down his face as he realized that he didn't even think too much about his child the sheer fear of loosing you occupying his mind. He nodded his head as he turned back to the doctor, saying: "Can I see my child?" Just minutes later he was led into the intensive care where not only you but also your baby were supervised. Having it delivered two months early of course bore the risk of it facing infections or something like that hence why it was lying in an incubator. Joe's mother was waiting outside in the meantine while she gave her son the time he needed to somehow process all of the things that had happened and tossed his life upside down. As soon as he saw you lying on the bed with countless tubes coming out of your body, looking more dead than alive he couldn't help it but break down. He took a chair, sat down by your side and grabbed your hand, softly holding it while burrying his head by your side, sobbing: "I'm so sorry baby girl. I'm so sorry for not having been there with you. I would give anything if it was me laying there now instead of you. You have to come back to me. I love you more than my own life and I can't do this without you. I need you, our baby needs you. You can't leave us alone." He knew that it was senseless, that you wouldn't and couldn't react to what he was saying, but he nevertheless hoped that you somehow were able to hear him. He had no idea how long he was sitting by your side, crying silent tears until he was finally able to draw his attention to the little human being that had to arrive in this world under such sad circumstances.

When he was moving over to where the incubator was standing, he noticed how tiny the little body of his baby was. He glanced at the information regarding size, weight etc and stopped in his tracks when he realized that the both of you were parents to a little girl. You had decided that you didn't want to know it until the baby was born and there she was lying now. His little daughter next to her mother that was still fighting for life. With bittersweet irony Joe realized how close life and death could actually be. He was leaning down, studying the little silhouette, watching the tiny hands that were grasping for air. He immediately teared up again as he whispered: "Hello baby girl, I know you can't understand me but I'm your daddy and I'm doing anything to make sure that I can take you home with me as soon as possible. I love you."

*

The next weeks were anything but easy for him. Your daughter was getting stronger as days passed by, growing steadily, getting closer to the date as she was allowed to leave the incubator. But your own condition hasn't changed much. You were still in a coma, not showing any signs to wake up any time soon. Joe was absolutely worn out and done with his nerves. Everyday he would come, not leaving your or your daughter's side, praying for a miracle that you would return to him as not only he was missing you terribly but your baby needed you as well.

He couldn't even tell how many days have already passed since that horrible crash but it was one of those days where the weather absolutely didn't fit his mood. It was a sunny day with the birds chirping while Joe was sitting in a chair next to your bed, his shirt tossed to the side while your daughter was happily resting on his naked chest, being kept warm by the warmth his body was radiating and by the blanket that covered her little body. She was babbling happily while her tiny hands grabbed after Joe's hair while he was gently rubbing her little back, placing a tiny kiss on her little head and whispering softly: "I love you my little angel. I just hope that you could finally meet your mother." Of course he had already placed her tiny little body next to yours, hoping that this could bring you back, but unfortunately it was just another desperate try.

As he was 100% focusing on your daughter he suddenly could hear a faint noise, making his head turn immediately. He was holding his own breath, not daring to believe that this could indeed be happening. But another faint noise instantly raised his hope. He was getting out of the chair and moved over to your bed, your daughter still pressed to his chest as he carefully sat down on the bed next to you. He was reaching out to your face, gently tracing his fingertips over your cheek as he whispered full of hope: "Y/N can you hear me?" It felt like an eternity and he didn't dare to breath but then he saw it. Something that caused his heart to almost stop. Your eyelids were flickering slightly.

"Babe you need to come back to me. I need you, our daughter needs you. We can't make it without you. We both love you and we need you in our lives.", he gently whispered, his voice heavy with un-cried tears. After what felt like another eternity you were carefully opening your eyes, softly blinking into the daylight. You felt as if you had woken up after an eternal nap, trying to figure out where you were. You had trouble focusing your eyes on anything but you were sure that you knew the voice you were hearing constantly. Something made it hard for you to breathe hence why you tried to lift your arm, trying to get away whatever made it hard for you to breathe. Suddenly there were other noises surrounding you. It sounded as if there were a bunch of people in the room, although you knew neither of them. In the next moment you had the feeling as if a heavy weight was lifted from your lungs and your throat, making it possible for you to breathe again.

The last thing you heard was "She had come back, you and your mother were right, she is a fighter. Her body obviously took the time he needed. But you need to give her time now. It is possible that she won't remember you since her brain could have built a wall around the trauma and everything that had happened before. As of now we just have to wait and see." As soon as the first voice had stopped talking another one responded: "Thank you doctor. I just have to hope and pray for the best I guess." It only took you a moment to realize to whom that voice was belonging to, none other than your beloved husband.

You tried to focus on whatever was going on around you until your eyes got used to all of the impressions, seeing clearer again. That's when you finally saw him as he was bidding his goodbye to what seemed to be the doctor. As soon as the door was closed, you tried to speak. The voice that came out of your mouth was absolutely hoarse and sounded so different from the one you remembered, but it was definitely you speaking. "Joe?", you asked, your voice barely being more than a whisper. You could see how his whole body stiffened before he turned around, coming to your bed. You could see that his eyes were glistening as he sat down next to you, leaning into you and giving you a soft kiss, barely touching your lips before he whispered: "Welcome back baby girl. You have no idea through what hell I was going not knowing whether you would ever return to me."

"Why wouldn't I...?", you started but then it was like a dam had broken, letting all of the water in. Suddenly you remembered everything that had happened; the doctor's appointment, your relief because your baby was growing like it should, you looking forward to getting home for a relaxing evening, the car crash, all of the blood and the glass in your body, your fear that your baby might be hurt.... Your hands automatically found your belly, touching it only to find out that it was flat. Panic began to rise in you as hot tears shimmered in your eyes. "The baby...", you panicky exclaimed, before you added: "Oh god what happened to my baby?" Joe could see the sheer panic on your face, his heart breaking for you as he could absolutely understand what you were going through right now.

He gently caressed your cheek as he tried to calm you down: "Don't worry Y/N, the baby is doing absolutely well." With that he got up from the the bed, heading over to a tiny crib only to come back with a tiny human being that was covered in a soft blanket. As soon as he was back at your side, he sat down, turned his upper body to you and softly said: "Y/N may I introduce you to our daughter? Baby girl, here she is finally. Your mommy." And with that he carefully placed your daughter in your arms while you were looking down at that little wonder crying hard. You cried because of the way she had to be born, because you weren't able to protect her. You cried because you couldn't have been there for her in the severe days after her birth when she was still fighting for her life. You cried because you thought about the accident and what really had happened, about that you could have died leaving your husband and your daughter back alone, because your daughter could have died in your body, because everything could have turned out differently. You cried of pain, of joy, of relief and of fear because of the things that could have been but thankfully never were. You cried because you weren't able to have a normal birth in due time with your tiny baby lying in your arms right away, knowing that she was loved and protected. But most of all you cried because you saw your daughter for the first time ever and she was simply perfect. And you cried because you were reunited with the most important people in your life. Joe was pulling you closer while you still had your daughter pressed to your chest. She was smiling up at you and through your tears you were smiling down at her.

As soon as you had calmed down a little bit, you were snuggling closer to your husband, mumbling: "I will never leave your side and I will never leave our daughter’s side. I love you both more than words can say and I will fight to be with you for as long as possible." The last thing you felt were Joe's strong arms around you as well as his soft lips on your forehead before you were dozing off with your baby in your arms. Your body still took what he needed to heal but you were positive that with time you could be the old you again. And so was your husband as he was holding his little family in his arms, thanking god that he didn't take neither you nor his daughter away from him.

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[caramelcleopatraa]

iii. SUIT & TIE OUT TOMORROW :) @ 8am

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[caramelcleopatraa]

could you one where roman fingers his girl hardly till shes begging him to stop but he wont and he has a mission to make her squirt over and over again?

20 minutes. 20 dreadful minutes of him teasing her. She already knows that pleading won’t help. Roman always gets what he wants in the end. Her eyes are tightly shut and her hands are cramping due to how tight she’s clutching onto the sheets. And those desperate moans of hers were making him harder that she could imagine. “Daddyy- Fuck! please! I already came!” His villain-esque smirk showed her just how much he enjoyed this, followed by three tongue clicks. “Don’t tap out on me now, you told me you would last.” Roman knew that she was slowly falling apart from his hands. “I don’t want your hands anymore Romann,” she whined, her pleas still doing nothing but turning him on more. “Oh yeah? What do you need sweetheart?” He knew exactly what you wanted. In fact, he wanted it too. But there was something so addicting about her releasing all over his fingers until she couldn't anymore.

“You know what I want,” she says, her voice entwined with desperation. But he didn’t stop. His fingers plunged in and out of her despite her begs and warnings. Her hips bucked in response to the pleasure he was giving her, and she backed away from his fingers with each buck of her hips. But that didn’t last long, as Roman’s hands pulled her back to her original spot by her hips. “Uh uh, where are you going, hm?” He played with his tempo, going unbearably slow, to shockingly fast, making her scream out in satisfaction. She didn’t try to run away from him anymore. His fingers felt too good, and her orgasm crept up on her once again. “Romann~ I-" “Go ‘head an cum for me.” 

His hand and the towel under her were now drenched with her release. But he didn’t stop. He squeezed out all that he could before he let her rest. She was spraying like a fountain, creating a damp spot on his jeans. “I need that dick daddy, please.”

“One more,” He said, keeping his eyes locked on her pussy taking his fingers. “Daddyy! Pleeaase-“

“You want daddy’s dick, don’t you?” She nods, huffing in defeat. 

“Well you better cum for me one more time and maybe I'll think about giving you this dick.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

"I want to sit on your face" ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

another porn with a atom's amount of plot

word count: 1,500~

x: !this is not proofread! 😭 please disregard any mistakes <3 I came up with this idea before my current series "suit & tie", but I never got to finish it.... until now 😏 hopefully you guys enjoy this (not quick) quick thing I whipped up.

content: oral ( f receiving )

“Baby…”

“Yes?” Roman responds with curiosity in his eyes. You had been daydreaming about a specific situation. It was almost disturbing the flow of your daily life. Your husband was always up for trying new things. You've brought up ideas to him that have led to countless nights of exhilarating love making. You didn't know why you were so nervous to tell him something so simple. Perhaps it comes with your own matter of insecurities that stopped you from telling him your newly proposed idea. “Nevermind, sorry to bother you.” You turned your back to his desk to walk out of the double doors of your home office. Roman noticed your sudden change in energy and decided to chase after you. His hand gently, but firmly, latched onto your wrist and tugged you towards him. Your back hit his sturdy torso and his hands interlaced with yours. “What’s going on? Y’know you can tell me.”

“U-uhm.. Uh…” Your heart was starting to race and your breathing became heavy. You tried to walk away from him, but you must have forgotten who you married. “Nuh uh, stay right here. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“Aren’t you in the middle of some work?” 

“Work doesn’t matter when my wife needs me.” He tenderly kisses the side of your neck and his hands rest on your hips. A tactic he used to calm you down when you're nervous. Just as he was about to console you, you spoke up. “Can we try something tonight?” Romans eyes locked with yours and he already knew what you were insinuating. He took your hand and led you upstairs to your bedroom. All of his movements were slow, but sure and tender. All thoughts of work were left downstairs. His focus was on making sure he could make your fantasies come true tonight. He sat on your bed and held both of your hands in his. His thumbs worked over your soft skin as his chocolate eyes looked up at yours. “Alright. What fun things have you thought of to try today, princess?” 

“I don’t know how to say this so that it sounds normal.” You nervously laugh and he joins you in laughter. Still massaging your hands, he says “Well you know i'm not gonna judge you.” “Yeah, I know” You took a deep breath and gathered the courage you needed to say the next sentence that came out of your mouth. “I want to sit on your face. But I don't really know how it’s supposed to work. Like am I supposed to completely sit or ho-” Your body was suddenly caged by Roman’s arms as he pulled you on to the bed. It wasn't long until your lips connected, cutting off your nervous rambling. Your lips danced in an intimate fight for dominance against him, in which you lost. Pulling away from him, you were finally able to get a glimpse of him. His once gentle eyes were low and dark, and laced with lust. He let go of your body, allowing you to rest next to him. He scoots all the way back to the headboard and puts his head on a pillow. He motions you to come over to him and you crawl to meet him.

‘Sit.” He says. You look at him with a surprised look on your face. Again, his hands imitate a “come hither” motion. You slowly straddle his chest and move to hover above his face. His hands dig into your plush thighs as he admires your body from below.

“So umm.. Am I supposed to-”

“Sit on my face”

“Like fully sit?” The tone in your voice shifts to a more confused one.

“Yes mama”

“What if I'm too heavy and you can't breathe?”

“Mama, I wrestle grown ass men for a living. And I'll tap your thigh if I need some air.”

His lips kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. “Stop worrying so much. Be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” Soft moans escaped your mouth while he worked his way up your thighs. His thumb creeped up to your aching clit, softly rubbing up and down while continuing to kiss and suck on your thighs. Your head tilted back as you held onto his wrists. You started to grind against his thumb, but Roman grabbed your hips and held them in place. 

“Uh-uh. On my face.” His grip loosened, but his hands landed on your thighs and pushed you down. His arms snaked around your thighs, making it impossible for you to escape if you tried. You didn’t have enough time to process what happened, but a long stripe on your cunt fogged your brain in the best possible way. Once his tongue reached your clit, he planted a tender kiss before sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue. His hands massaged your thighs while he continued to work his magic. He rotated between teasing you with long stripes up your cunt and ruthlessly abusing your clit. 

Roman’s grip on your thighs still restricted much of your movement. You tried your hardest not to grind against his tongue, but the way he was eating you up made it damn near impossible. His hair laid sprawled out on the pillow below him. His right hand let go of your thigh and quickly slapped your ass, startling you and causing you to jump. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, loving the temporary sting on your ass. After a couple more slaps to your ass, his hand returned to its original place, hugging your thigh and holding you in place. His eyes would remain on you and momentarily close while he relished the taste of your pussy, and the loud slurping sounds he was making added on to your arousal. 

You finally succumbed and softly grinded on his tongue. A salacious moan from him vibrated your clit. In return, your moans started to get louder. You tilted your head down and locked eyes with your lover beneath you. You placed your hands on his while you continued to ride his face. You could see droplets of your juices running down his face. He gives you three taps on your thigh and you immediately rise off of his face with concern. He takes a couple of deep breaths while still keeping his hands on you. “I’m so sorry, did you not want me to do that? i’m sorry i got carried away-“

You take a moment to look at Roman. His beard is littered and decorated with your juices and he keeps eye contact with your pussy the entire time he wasn’t devouring you. “Just need a couple of breaths mama. That’s all,” He says, his eyes finally meeting your beautiful ones. The collective heavy breathing occupied the silence for a couple of seconds before you felt those same hands pulling you down to his mouth. “Don’t mean i’m done. C’mere, need to eat that pussy,” He says, before you’re forced to sit on what will be your new favorite seat. Your consistent babbles and whines only made him harder, making him eat your pussy like a starved man. He loves taking care of his baby. Whether that’s pounding you into the mattress or eating you out until you drench the sheets, it was his favorite thing ever. Seeing you lose your mind because of the things he does to you makes him so ecstatic. 

“Got me addicted to this pussy.” He knew that you loved it when he talked you through it. Every chance that he got, he was gonna talk his shit, and it never failed to make you weak. “aah- oohhh shiiiit daddy you finna- ffuuck make me cum.” He moans into your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips were moving nonstop and you couldn’t stop calling his name. You pried his fingers off of your thighs and intertwined his fingers with yours. His arms were still hugging your thighs in place, and yes, you had the headboard to hold if you lost balance. You wanted to hold him instead. “Ohh myy goddd, daddyy. I’m cummin,” You said, slurring your words due to your mind fogging orgasm. Your movements became uneven and Roman’s hold on your thighs tightened to keep you in place. You let out screams of bliss while Roman lapped up your release, while any remainders he missed landed in his beard. Roman’s hands roamed your lower body as low whines escaped your mouth. He pushed up your hips a little to plant loving kisses on your pussy. “How did I do?”

“Fuck, that was amazing,” You said between ragged breaths. Roman’s deep chuckle vibrated through your body, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You attempted to lay next to him but his hands dug into your skin, preventing you from moving.

“I’m still hungry mama.”

finished this while I was at work :p (so happy that I work at a family business or I would've never finished this today)

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[caramelcleopatraa]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1PSt-Th4Zj/?igsh=MTdlMjRlYjZlMQ==

Saw this and I only thought about Roman.

Maybe you could write something about him marking the reader. It doesn't have to be smut.

Bringing you a requested and well awaited show from

Today's Performer : Roman Reigns

content : 18+, Roman Reigns x Reader, p in v, marking & hickies

x : hiii i'm back :( i've been busy with college stuff buuuut I have some stuff planed out for y'all <3. hope you guys like the new theme! bot proofread, excuse any mistakes.

Regularly on Sunday evenings, you wouldn't have anything occupying your time. Just sure, sound, and calming rest. Fortunately for you, that wasn't the case this time. You would be mad at him for interrupting your personal time, but how could you resist him? Which led you to the position you’re in right now, but you couldn't complain. Not when he was making you feel so good. The unholy sound Roman made while his length plunged into was anything but calming. Moans unconsciously exited your mouth as your face was pressed sideways against the pillows. Roman’s heavy breaths punctuated with every thrust, and his face was filled with pure bliss. He’ll never admit it, but you made him crazy. You had him addicted to you. He knows he’s stuck; but he doesn’t care, as long as it’s only him helping you unwind. Nobody else was allowed to have you, just him and only him. 

His hand was pressed into your back and his other was securing your hip in place, giving you those amazing strokes. The strokes had you rolling your eyes and grabbing the sheets for dear life. You put your face completely into pillows, hiding your face and screams from him. He completely stops and lets go of your hips, letting them fall to the bed. His right hand that rested on your back was now planted on the bed. His left hand grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your hair so that your face was no longer hidden. You couldn’t respond before he continued to fuck you ruthlessly. He decorated your neck with soft kisses, giving you occasional bites between kisses. Your whines and babbles made him smirk. He was proud of the fact that he could make a mess out of you. To him, seeing you lose your mind was so rewarding. Your mind was straight mush. You weren't thinking about anything else but him and how he was making you feel. 

You sat up on your elbows to prop yourself up so that you could get closer to him. His hand still pulled on your hair, but now you were looking up at him. You were damn near having an exorcism while he wore his sexy ass smirk. Just as you felt your high building up, he slowed down. You whined at his change in pace. It felt like he was dragging this on forever. He took his time with you, slow but deep. He watched your face contort as he teased you. He milked this moment out for as long as possible, pulling out completely and then shoving himself back into you at a brutally slow pace. His lips found their way to your shoulder, feathering soft kisses on your skin, followed by light bites. His tender and soft nature would soon fade, as he began to mark you. He gave you several hickeys from your shoulder up to your neck. “You’re mine, you hear me?” Hearing him talk like this was so sexy. His dominance, his show of strength, his voice. You never met someone that made you so excited off of such little actions. You were overwhelmed with pleasure as his hips sped up. “I don’t hear you,” He says, letting his left hand snake around your neck. His kisses to your fresh hickies made your head spin. You frantically nod your head, due to your inability to form a coherent sentence. He chuckles at your response as fucks you into the mattress, feeling you pussy clench around him. He could tell you were close. Your arms were sprawled out, attempting again to grab onto anything that could reach. You warned him that you were close, but he showed no sign of stopping. Stars clouded your vision and you came around his dick. The immense feeling of relief spreads through your body, from your head to your feet. He observed his work, and he had never felt more proud. His beauty, out of breath and tired but thoroughly satisfied, and marked from her neck to her shoulder. Thoroughly reminded that she belonged to him. Now, you were able to get that rest you were hoping for this evening.

Welcome to your new addiction

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[caramelcleopatraa]

vi. SUIT & TIE

word count : 2.1k

x : hello hello hello beautiful people! it's finally starting to get good you guys! (lol) as always, excuse the errors you see, and leave comments.... I love comments. I do have a taglist! comment down below if you want me to add you <3

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes, 18+

Your outfit for today 

It was a surprisingly quiet Saturday morning. Today your shop was closed, but your staff was still working tirelessly to finish the influx of custom orders. This was no uncommon flux however, it was that time of the year. La Mesa Alta’s annual ball was right around the corner, and people were coming to you so that they could scrounge together some outfits. You’ve been on your feet for a while, cutting at different types of fabric, sewing, perfecting, and repeating. This would be a vicious cycle, but you loved creating too much to be burdened by the workload and demand requested of you and your staff. If anything, that demand made you work harder.

A busy 4 hours later, you finally get the chance to sit down. It’s been a day already, and it's only noon. You were a little concerned that Mercedes didnt get back to you at 10, but you knew she would call you back at some point in the day. You open your laptop, and see a notification at the top from a name you didn't expect. 

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

‘I know you’re fucking lying’

“Umm Gio! Mads! Here… and quickly!” They hurry quickly to your side and look at your computer. “What is i- what the fuck is that?” Gio says, pointing at the notification in the top right corner. Madison folds her arms across her chest and sits in her hip, rolling her eyes “I know that’s not who I think it is.” You hear Gio sigh and add on, “This bitch.”

“Calm down with the ad libs alright? Who is this girl anyway? I didn't know anything about her until she came into my shop.” You felt like you were missing out on some important information. Everyone knew about this girl except for you, and you know everyone. Usually. “Oh, I forgot, you weren't out here when she was acting a damn fool.” ‘Excuse me?’

“When was this?” You sit back in the swivel chair, looking at Gio. “While you had your appointment with Roman. She was looking through the clothes saying that her friend JT could make one design better than your entire rack.” ‘THE FUCK?!’ 

You didn’t stand for disrespect. Both of them knew that. So they knew that this wasn't gonna slide by you. “Lemme see what this email is about,” you say, typing in your password and opening up your Gmail. You were in no way excited nor looking forward to anything that this email was going to say.

Good Morning Ms. Semele,

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you.

‘You are.’

I admired your shop and your staff so much! Working at your shop seems like such an honor.

‘This fake ass bitch.’

I was wondering how I can apply for a job there. I would like to work closer with the best fashion designers in the east coast, and you are deserving of the title.

‘Whaaaaaaat?!’

Please email me back at [email protected]

~ With love, De’arra Washington

It was dead silent for the next minute and a half. She talks shit about your shop and then wants paid employment here the next day? You had seen all of it. ‘Maybe this can be helpful?’ With this influx of orders, you had been putting your staff through overtime. Maybe one more person could lighten the load for them. You didn't like the idea of her working at your shop based on what you had heard, but if she was offering help, you were going to give her a chance. You clicked the three dots and selected reply and typed a short response.

Hello,

Thank you. Much appreciated. Could you send in a resume please, so that I can look at your work experience?

~ Y/N Semele

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison looks at you with wide eyes. “Calm down, I don't plan to employ her, I just want to see if she’s any good. I already have another person who wants to work here that has a good resume.”

RING RING

Your phone buzzes loud against the counter and an unknown number displays at the top. You pick up the phone to hear a voice you had been waiting to hear all morning. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Mercedes. I’m calling from my personal phone.” Fucking finally. “What happened to 10am?” She chuckled to herself and replied, “Got busy. Do you want the information or not?” “I paid good money, didn't I?” She sighs and says, “Fair.” I settled into the chair and put the phone on speaker. You told Madison to tell the other employees to take their lunch break while you three listened to Mercedes give a rundown on De’arra. She joins back with you and Gio and you tell Mercedes that you're ready.

“Alright. De’arra Washington, daughter of Kenan Johnson. He was one of the richest thiefs in the west coast. Specifically in California and Oregon. He stole everything from pencils to old paintings to jewelry. He was on the run for a while, so he fled to Florida and started his own family business and made that into a family mafia. Here in Florida, he met up with a prostitute and turned her into a housewife and had a baby girl while orchestrating robberies from the comfort of his home. De’arra is all kinds of spoiled. Barely got her high school diploma, and her father bribed the president of Howard University so she could study there. Got into a lot of trouble up there stealing shit.. Who would've guessed. And daddy was there to save her. After 2 years, she decided she didn’t want the college life and desired wealth, like her father and moved back to Florida. Speaking of Kenan, he's been eyeing Roman since he moved down here. That’s probably why De'arra is hanging onto him like a lost child. If I knew anything from my years in this business, I'd guess that they are the family trying to challenge Roman, or disassemble the Anoa’i family.”

“So you’re telling me that I'm dealing with a girl with a case of sticky fingers?” She laughs lightly and says, “Basically.”

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

This must be the resume.

Of course! Here is my resume 

resume.pdf

~ With love, De’arra Washington

“Is she emailing you?” Mercedes asks, her tone laced with confusion, understandable though. “Yeah, I'm gonna see what she can do or if she can help me out here at the shop.”

“I've seen her resume before, it's forged. She’s only worked at minimum wage jobs. So anything that has to do with corporate jobs and fashion design is fake as fuck.” ‘What the hell is going on here?!’

“You still gonna give her a chance?” Gio says, reading the fake resume. “She’s not getting a chance, but I'm still gonna let her do a training session today so I can see what she is about.”

2:30 pm

You emailed her back and told her to come here at 2:30 pm to do a training session, which would technically be more like orientation. Both Gio and Madison knew that this could go sideways quickly if she tries something, but they also knew that you weren’t dumb. You knew how to handle yourself in bad situations. And you didn’t let anyone push you around. A red corvette sped across the huge display windows and disappeared into the parking lot on the side of the building. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the foolery you were going to face today. You fixed up your desk space and closed the file filled with De’arra’s personal information. 

 You heard the door open and saw two people walking in. “Ms. Semele?” You give her a polite smile and depart from your desk to shake her hand. There she was, wearing a pink crop top stopping right below her breasts and dark ripped jeans with pink butterfly strappy heels. She was hand in hand with someone you didn't know you would see today. 

“Hey Ms. Expert.” 

That made you genuinely smile. “Didn’t think I'd see you here again. Helping out the missus?” He smiles at you and slowly licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your body. His eyes found yours and he focused all of his attention on you. “Yeah, I said I was gonna take care of her, and imma do just that.” De’arra gushes and latches onto his arm, but he doesn't budge; he keeps his eyes on you, smirking at you, adding the cherry on top. ‘Was he saying that to me?’ You briefly remember the last time you two spoke in person, and it seems like he was going to make good on his words. 

“Oh good, you're here, you can put your stuff in the faculty room. That ok Y/N?” Gio says walking in from the factory downstairs. “Yeah that’s fine. I need to talk with Roman anyways,” You reply, and Gio gives you a simple head nod. “What do you need to talk to him for?” You look at De’arra and she is already sizing you up. You laughed to yourself. There’s no way she’s really trying to pull these strings right now. “About La Mesa Alta’s annual ball.” You kept it short and sweet. Of course, that's not what you guys were actually going to talk about, but you needed to get her off your back. “Well my family is going to be added to La Mesa Alta too, so I should be a part of this conversation,” De’arra demands. “The only thing you should be a part of is your training session. Give me a second i'll be right there,” You fired back, shutting down her request. He trails behind you, but doesnt get far, due to De’arra’s small hand latching onto his wrist.

“You guys can just talk out here-”

“Hell no.” You were getting sick of this back and forth already. “Well why the hell not?” 

“Because it’s a private conversation about mafia business.” You could feel that she was already catching an attitude. “Well what type of mafia business involves you being in a room with him alone?” ‘This bitch..’ You turned around for the final time, and your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were fed the hell up. “The type of mafia business that doesn't involve you. Come on Roman.” He follows you into the room and closes the door. 

You wipe your hands across your face and catch him looking at you with a sly smirk. “Don’t look at me like that.” He walks closer to you and takes his hand in yours and holds it above your head, twirling you to face away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You forgot how much you liked his touch. “That was so sexy.” His breath gave you tingles as he talked into the crook of your neck. “You missed me baby?” While he was luring you with his voice, his hands sneakily dipped into the waistband of your sweats. You turned your head to look at him and gently grab his chin. Your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips, and you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers teasing your folds stop you. “I didn't hear an answer.” He was already making you melt, and you were loving every single second of it. “Y-yes baby I missed you.” He was teasing you, getting close to your lips and then pulling away while rubbing at your sensitive clit. You couldn't stand it. You pull his chin closer to you, trying your hardest to kiss him, but he keeps pulling away still.

“Please baby, kiss me.” You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly. Without warning his right hand clasps around your neck and finally attaches his lips to yours. His left hand was hard at work, pinching and applying pressure to your clit, while both of your tongues are fighting for dominance. You grind your hips against his hand, giving up on dominance for the time being and letting him take over. He takes his hands off of your neck to tug your tube top down to your waist, freeing your breasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling his warm hands grab at your breasts and the pressure building up between your legs. ��Fuck baby that feels so goo-”

BANG BANG BANG

“De’arra decided she doesn't want to do her training session. She’s going to file a complaint to La Mesa Alta to have your shop shut down.”

‘Are you fucking serious?’

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[caramelcleopatraa]

SUIT & TIE MASTERLIST

SUIT & TIE CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

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ix. SUIT & TIE

x. SUIT & TIE

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~ your hippie author

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[caramelcleopatraa]

currently finishing up my first week of college ( syllabus week ) and my weekend should be free so you can expect me to post something this weekend :)

also….. this video was giving me hoe behavior so i had ta do it ( y’all are getting this before tiktok does )

~ your hippie author

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[caramelcleopatraa]

ii. SUIT & TIE

word count: 2,000~

x: fiiiinally finished with this. currently working on part 3 now :p next chapter is gonna be SKRAIT SMUT. IT'S NEW YEARRRS EEVEEE!

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes ( gets moderately steamy ;) )

Your Work Outfit ( With white forces cause girl didn't have any shoes on ) & your personal dressing room.

The lingering scent of vanilla spread throughout the room. The design is much different than the modern style that the rest of the store had. It was your own personal dressing room, so you wanted something different than the modern styles that you would usually go for. You told Roman to sit down and make himself comfortable while you fetched some extra materials that you needed for the appointment. You grabbed a pen, some paper, and your second laptop you used for work from your bag

“Can’t believe I have THE Roman Reigns in my store,” You said, while smirking. Your fingers typed away at your computer, getting ready to record measurements and adjustments from your client. A soft, flexible pink measuring tape hung loosely around your neck. Roman shrugged his shoulders and said “Apparently you’re the best and you do good work.” You turned your attention to Roman after setting your computer up to record numbers and notes needed for the appointment. “Correction, I am the best and I do amazing work,” You said, playfully elongating your sentence.

“Alright c’mere, lemme measure you sweetheart.” You said to Roman, motioning him to come over to you. “Sweetheart?” He asks, in an inquisitive tone. “Sorry, habit.” You waved it off. You have a habit of calling people names and you have to make sure that you keep it professional. He closes the distance between you both and looks down at you.

“I like it, keep calling me that.” You blushed from his comment. You slightly giggled and continued to measure him. First his bust, then his waist, and then his hips. His breathing was calming and substituted as music in the quiet room. You walked around his large frame and put the tape measure against the back of his shoulders. “His shoulders are so broad.” You spoke to yourself, not knowing that he would hear what you said. “Thank you princess.” 

“Oh shit, you heard that?” Roman laughs at your comment and your surprised face. 

“I thought that the best designer in the south had a little more bite than this,” Roman instigated. Your eyebrow raised as you recorded his measurements on your computer. “Don’t confuse me bein professional, for being scared now.” As you finished your sentence, there was a knock on your door. Your right hand lady was standing at the door handing you your favorite cold drink. “Thank you so much Madison, I needed this,” You say as you take the drink from her hands. “No problem girli- oh my god is that Roman?” He turned his head to face the direction of the commotion. You gave her a stern look while she teasingly raised her eyebrow. Madison wedged her foot between the door while you tried to push it shut. “Oooohh you should make a move on him.” ‘so everyone wants to just fucking embarrass me today!’

“GIRL- if you don’t move your foot i’m gonna crush it.” Even though the blush wasn't visible, your face was starting to heat up. You were so focused on getting Madison's foot away from the door that you didn't notice Roman standing up and making his way to you. You and Madison struggle for dominance over the door until Roman comes behind you. “Now this isn’t very professional, is it Ms. Semele?” Roman said with a smug look on his face, staring down at you. Madison smirks at you and tries to hide her laughter. You scowl under your breath and finally kick her foot from between the door and slam it. You were catching your breath before realizing what position you were in. Your back was against the door and Roman stood dead in front of you. You smirk and look straight into his eyes. “Not very professional, is it Mr. Reigns?” Romans deep chuckle sent tingles down your spine. His right hand creeped around your body and pushed your bodies together by the small of your back. His forearm remained on your lower back while his hand reached down to cup your ass, earning a gasp from you. “From the look you're givin’ me, I don't think you care about professionalism right now,” Roman whispers into your ear, while placing his left hand on the door above you. You attempt to speak, but he grabs your ass again and your mouth lays agape from Roman’s touch. A moan threatened to leave your lips, so you quickly bit your lip to restrain yourself. “I know you’re supposed to be fitting me, but I'm tryna eat that pussy.” Roman’s baritone voice makes you shiver and you look at him in shock. “So, how about we complete this and I can satisfy you princess,” Roman whispers once more in your ear before backing away from you. A knock startles you and you turn your attention to the ground. You grab the door knob behind you and face Aahkilah. “Did you want me to get the suits for you?” “Oh yes please, if you don’t mind, here are the measurements.” She takes the notepad that you jotted on and goes to retrieve the samples that you had prepared the night before. 

A minute later, she rolls in a silver rack with a black suit, a black suit with red paisley decals, and a red suit. On the edge of the rack were a collection of different ties that went with each suit. You thanked her and she made her exit, but not before flirtatiously waving at Roman on her way out. He paid her no mind though, and paid more attention to the clothes that were presented before him. “Woah, you had this all set up for me?” He asks, holding his hand to his heart. You laugh from his silly gesture and respond. “I just inferred your measurements from pictures and made samples based on your favorite colors. Trinity gave me that info.” You grab the red suit and grab a black tie. A little flashy, but you wanted to try this one first to see how it fits him. “Okay, try this one first. I’ll be waiting out here and you can give me your opinion when you come out,” You say, as he nods and takes the piece of red clothing from your hands. His big hand overshadowed yours as he held onto the hanger and disappeared into the dressing room. You didn't realize how big his hands were until now. You waved away your thoughts and continued to do extra work while waiting for him to finish.

“What do you think, expert?” Roman stood on the other side of the room tugging and pulling on his suit jacket. You walked in front of him to get a clear view of how he looks. The suit fitted him nicely, but the waist needed to be taken in just a little bit. “You look good, but the waist is a little loose. Do you want me to adjust it?” He nodded at your comment and you instructed him to take off his suit jacket. He takes it off and hands it to you, but you were busy staring at him. His muscular arms strains the black button up shirt and his slacks fit just right around his thighs. He fixed his sleeves while you stood there observing his body. “See something you like?” His voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked up at him. You wanted to challenge him, but your mouth wouldn’t move. You didn’t have anything to say to him. His presence alone made you flustered, and you had never met someone that could make you so distracted. You almost felt nervous when you were this close to him. You were actually flabbergasted. “Remember our deal, pretty girl?” You maintained eye contact and communicated with him through head nods. He chuckles at your current state and points at the suit jacket in your hand. “Weren’t you gonna do something with that?” You look down at your hands and say “Riight. Hold on a second.” You pull on the elastic band to tighten the waist area. You held up the jacket to see if it made a difference and then told him to hold his arms out by his side. You walked behind him and pulled the jacket over his arms and shoulders and continued adjusting it. “Ok, How about that?” He looks at the vertical mirror and smirks. “I like it. Imma keep it.” You smile at his comment and walk over to the rack and adjust the other suits accordingly. 

He tries on the other two suits and decides to keep all of them. This appointment went more successful than you thought. All of the designs you picked were ones that he liked. You tell Madison to start making the custom suits and Aahkilah takes the suits to the factory. You let out a sigh and face Roman. “Ok, anything else?” You ask him. He walks towards the door and locks it. He turns around and makes eye contact with you. At first you were confused by his actions until you remembered what he said at the start of the appointment. “Lay back on the seat,” He says, and you quickly obliged. “Hmm she’s obedient.” You roll your eyes at his comment and tilt your head back on the edge of the seat. “Are you gonna start doing something or you just gonna stand there?” Your sudden attitude made Roman smile and he walked towards the seat. He kneels at the end of the seat, letting his hands creep up to your body. “Now where was all of this 15 minutes ago?” He asks teasingly while rubbing up and down your thigh. 

“I had a job to do, sir,” You say dismissively, trying your best to dissolve the current conversation. He chuckles into himself and you raise your eyebrow at his reaction. “What’s so funny?” 

“For you to have a job to do, you love getting distracted,” He says, still massaging your thighs. “Because you kept tempting me. And you knew what you were doing.” You smirked at him and put your hands on top of his. “Is that a problem?” He lowers his head down to your calves and kisses them tenderly. You let out a contempt sigh and relax into his kisses. He slowly works his way up your legs. From your calves, to your knees, to your soft thighs. His hands push your legs apart and he pulls you closer to him by your knees. He takes off your shoes, then your socks, then he helps you out of your leggings. “Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

I don't have much to say but thank you soooo so much for the support lovelies <3 more stuff to come!

~ your hippie author

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[caramelcleopatraa]

sneak peek 😘

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[caramelcleopatraa]

hola hotties

first of all, I wanna say this to my black kings and queens..

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH !

I just finished writing chapter/part 4 of SUIT & TIE and currently a measly paragraph into chapter/part 5. I'm also gonna link the playlist along with part 4 when I post it ( you don't have to listen to the playlist, I just thought it would be a good addition to help y'all immerse yourselves into the world that I have created )

also have a Roman x Jealous!Reader in the queue

( I have 5 classes, please go easy on me for starving you guys xo )

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