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3eyesdivine · 16 days

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Carnalis

as requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk

As Zilla's manager, Selina struggled to maintain her professionalism. This dude was too fine to be real. From the way his grillz gleamed when he smiled to the way his tattoos adorned his skin, every piece of eternal art on that man fit him perfectly.

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

"No, no. Stop it, Selina." The young woman mumbled to herself, shaking the wicked thoughts and visuals from her mind. She refocused her attention on the computer in front of her, studying Zilla's itinerary.

The man was an emerging star in the wrestling world, yet he was popping off quicker than she'd ever seen. She looked into the viewership statistics and discovered that the bulk of Zilla's audience were female. This nearly made the woman's eye twitch, but she couldn't be taken aback by the outcome. Once again, he was a fine ass, tattooed Samoan man. Who wouldn't want, no.. desire, this man?

Picking up her phone, the woman goes to what she believes is her closest friend's contact and sends her a message, literally thirsting for her client.

Girl, Zilla is so damn fine. I know I talk about him a lot but I ain't ever need somebody dick this bad.

And she pressed send, putting her phone down for only a brief moment before it dinged, indicating that she had received a response.

You in yo office, ma?

The message read, Selina's eyes widening as she saw the contact's name and nearly threw her phone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, rising out of her seat and pacing back and forth within her office. Her hands shook with nervousness, and her thoughts became a jumble. What if she just lost her job? Will she be demoted? She couldn't stop thinking about the worst-case scenario.

A knock sounds on her office door, and she walks up to open it, only to be greeted by Zilla himself.

"You gon' let me in?" He questioned, a small grin on his lips as he watched her move aside after hesitating for a moment. "You good?"

Selina cracked a grin while she closed the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, she was stopped by the feeling of large hands and bulky arms wrapping around her waist. She had to hold her breath as a tingling sensation on her neck was followed by the man's lips against her skin, delivering sweet kisses in all of the right spots.

"Zilla, I-" She began to speak, but was silenced by the man, whose left hand snaked to the bottom of the woman's black, flowy dress, which yet managed to embrace her curvaceous figure in all the right places.

The woman's panties were undoubtedly soaked from her wetness, as the man confirmed when he bent her over, her hands on the desk and her legs split apart as Zilla's hand slid past the material of her lace thong and made contact with her smooth, freshly waxed pussy.

His fingers were drenched in her secretions upon the first touch, and she gasped and quietly whimpered as he began massaging her clit. He worked in minimal circles, nipping and licking her ear before pushing her hair out of the way and repositioning his lips on her neck, sucking and kissing, leaving mark after mark for the woman to cover up later.

"You gon' take my dick just like this? Hm?" He spoke, his right hand moving down her back as he pushed her towards the desk even more, her ass pressed against his covered crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was, and she couldn't help but grind and bounce her ass against him.

With his hand still down Selina's panties, he used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to expose his cock.

Lifting her dress up in the back, Zilla's bottom lip slips between his teeth as he lands a hard slap over the woman's plump ass, watching as it recoiled, making the man's cock twitch in excitement.

"Pull them panties down, mamas. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructed, stroking his cock as the woman let the little piece of fabric fall till it pooled around her ankles, leaving her half exposed to the man behind her.

Her cunt was glistening and looked beyond ready to be fucked. Zilla's tongue brushed over his top lip as he analyzed the sight. “Damn, ma. You drippin’.”

With his hand on Selina's lower back, he slipped his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a soft moan in response as he began with gentle thrusts. Even with such a modest speed, along with his length and size, he reached the right spot with each movement, and the woman was already lost in the bliss.

"Yes, daddy. Faster, faster.." Selina purred quietly, one of her hands moving down to rub her clit as she leaned the side of her face on her desk's frigid surface.

Zilla followed along with her request instantly, his hips rhythms transitioning into those of an unrelenting tempo.

Regardless of the fact that the two were in an office within a crowded building, the woman couldn't help but release loud moans for others to hear, and the man didn't care to stop it, instead jerking his hips enough to fuck Selina harder, her ass clapping back against his pelvis as he did so.

"That's right, ma. Let them hear how good this dick makin' you feel." Zilla groaned, hands grabbing her waist with such force that finger imprints could be left against her delicate, soft skin. To be honest, her physique was perfect, and the more he noticed it, the more his hunger for her grew.

His thrusting escalated to pounding, and the strength and roughness of his motions made Selina wetter, to the point that her juices dripped down her thick thighs, probably leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Zilla flung his head back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut, as Selina clenched so hard around his cock that he nearly came.

"Want me to come in you, baby? Talk to me, come on. Lemme hear you." He urged, fucking her faster and harder as he felt his climax arriving rapidly and knew it would be strong.

Selina nodded, her knees buckling and her legs shaking while her upper body trembled as her own orgasm began creeping up on her. "Yes, daddy! I'ma come! Fuck!" She announced, speeding up the circular strokes on her clit as her lower stomach tightened and her moans turned into yells of need.

Finally, they came at the same time. Zilla shot his load deep into Selina's cunt as the woman squirted, her liquids spilling down her legs and drenching the man's gray sweats in the process. "Ohh. Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed, reaching behind her to grab the man's wrist.

Rubbing the woman's lower back, Zilla pulls out and assists Selina in turning around, her body falling limp as he holds her in his arms.

"I done tired yo ass out, huh?" He teased, moving hair out of her face.

Pressing a kiss against her lips, Zilla pulls back and grips the woman’s jaw.

"Send me your room number when we get to Vegas. This ain't the only time you gon' take this dick, ma." He states matter-of-factly before pulling his sweats back up and walking out of the office.

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kcloveswrestling · 3 years

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AEW:

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Hikuleo

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 3 years

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Bad Bromance

It’s Tama Tonga time! I’m still adjusting to the new, clean-shaven and short-haired Tama. The two are easier to deal with together than when he just shaved the beard off but... Well, I’m not quite back to my old levels of Tama lust just yet. Doesn’t mean the lust is gone though. Oh no...

Pairing: Tama Tonga x OFC/ reader

Word count: 2,934

Content advisory: smut and angst

You steel yourself as you go to answer the doorbell. There’s no need to look because you already know who it is. 10 a.m. They were right on time. The moving truck is smaller than you expected, such a compact space to fit two years of someone’s life. When you and Tanga Loa had broken up, it seemed like something too huge to process. It’s painful now to see it reduced to a bunch of boxes piled in the spare bedroom waiting to be transported to his new home, his new life.

The day he’d come back to pack, you told him to take what he wanted and had fled for the entire day, returning late at night to find he’d claimed very little. It had sat there for a week, waiting for the movers and you’d kept the door to the room closed that whole time. If you didn’t have to look at it, you could try to forget how everything between you had just collapsed into a lake of bitterness and suspicion and resentment. The break up had been necessary but that didn’t make it easy.

You set your features, seeking to look calm and indifferent for the movers but that immediately breaks down when you open the door. You had hoped that Tanga might accompany them, not because you wanted to see him but because him being there would allow you to get out while they worked. Instead, he’s sent his brother Tama. Your expression darkens the moment you see him. He’d come along to help with the packing and the two of you had glared at each other without speaking. It made sense that he would be protective of his younger brother in the wake of a break up but the fact is that you and Tama Tonga had only ever been civil to each other for Tanga’s sake. You strongly suspected that he’d helped bring about the decline of the relationship because he’d never thought you were good enough for his little brother. For your part, something about him had grated on your nerves from the moment you met him. Yes, both brothers were cocky, but Tama carried that further. He was loud and arrogant and always wanted to be the center of attention. Something about him had gotten under your skin immediately and so you’d made a point of doting on Tanga all the more just to show the elder brother that you weren’t going to make him the center of your attention. And things had pretty much gone downhill from there.

Tama grunts and pushes into the hallway, pushing you right back inside as he does.

“Everything still in there?” He nods towards the spare room.

“Yeah.” You have to resist the urge to tell him he doesn’t need to stay.

You turn and walk back to the kitchen, installing yourself on one of the barstools next to the center island, the feature that had sold you on the place when you first saw it. You stare glumly at your phone, trying to focus on your Instagram feed while your mind is raging at the idea that you’re trapped in your own home with Tama. You could leave but you tell yourself that you can’t trust him not to take a few things extra, or smash something you love, or play some horrible, bitter prank to teach you not to mess with his family.

Maintaining the illusion of concentration becomes harder when he follows you into the kitchen and helps himself to a beer. You suspect he does this in part to push your buttons, seeing if you’ll snap at him because he doubtless has some retort all lined up and waiting. It’s safer to keep your nose buried in your phone, which is exactly what you do. Nevertheless, you watch him from the corner of your eye, sipping your beer and staring at his own phone. He has a habit of laughing and mumbling in reaction to whatever he’s seeing that grates on your nerves. It’s like everything has to be a performance with him.

A couple of times, the movers come with questions for him but it’s otherwise an uneventful and efficient operation, up until the very end when you see one of them carrying your lamp out the door.

“Wait!” you yell, scurrying after the surprised-looking man. “That’s not supposed to go! That’s mine!”

“No, you said everything in the room was his to take,” Tama growls, arriving behind you.

You whirl to face him, almost unable to believe you’ve heard him correctly. “That lamp has been with me since I went to college! He probably meant to move it to another room and forgot. But it’s mine and it stays here.”

Tama gives you a contemptuous scowl and shakes his head. “You said he could have everything. Considering how much he’s letting you keep, it’s a real bitch move for you to start trying to get more now.”

“Come on, Tama,” you groan, “he can take another lamp. Take whatever other lamp you want. Take a fucking ceiling fixture for all I care but that one is mine. It means something to me.”

He shrugs. “If he left it in that room, it’s because he wanted it.”

“Are you kidding me?” you shriek, trying not to notice the bewildered face of the mover stuck in lamp limbo. “Call him. Fucking call him and ask him if he wants that lamp or if he’d be willing to take another one.”

“I’m not bothering him with this shit, he’s been through enough because of you.” Tama turns his attention to the mover. “The lamp goes.”

You’re humiliated as a loud sob breaks from you, tears flowing. You could fight. You could call Tanga yourself. But it’s suddenly like the weight of the past weeks, of the past months of anxiety in your relationship and watching it fail, crashes down on you. So you turn and run back to the kitchen, trying to keep the sounds of your crying low enough that they won’t hear you. This time, you sit at the kitchen table, where you can bury your head in your arms and wait for this to be over. You hear the men chuckling down the hall. Tama must be entertaining them with stories of what an idiot you are.

“Ok, so we’re done. I’m heading out.”

You lift your head to see him swagger into the room. He nonchalantly drops the keys- Tanga’s keys- on the table in front of you.

“You still pouting about your fucking lamp? You can get pieces of shit like that at Ikea.”

“I know where I can buy lamps, you asshole. The point is that that one was mine. It’s the one thing that’s been with me ever since I moved into my own place. You don’t even want it, he doesn’t even want it. You’re only taking it because you know it’ll hurt me.”

“Some of us think you deserve to get hurt a little.”

“A little? You think your brother is the only one hurting right now? I didn’t want things to fall apart. And I did try to make it work. I hate that we couldn’t save what we had and just because you haven’t seen what I’ve been going through doesn’t mean that I’m not in pain.”

“You’re still the one who got to keep this place and almost everything in it. And now you’re trying to take back even some of that.”

“I told him he could have whatever he wanted! It was his choice!” You punch the table to emphasize your point but feel yourself flinch at the pain. “Whatever,” you mutter, “you never liked me anyway.”

“Ok, you wanna start this? You’re right, I never liked you because my brother doesn’t need someone who always needs his attention focused on her, who can’t handle that sometimes he has to concentrate on his career.”

“Oh that’s rich, coming from you. I never did anything to get in the way of his career. You’re the one who needs all his time and attention because you’re just worried that if he has anything else in his life that it’s going to hurt your career.”

“Hey, he loves what he’s doing.”

“He loved me too.”

Tama chuckles and smirks at you. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, babe.”

You’re on your feet, lunging towards him before you’re even aware of what’s happening. Your fist lands with a thud on his sternum, and you shove him repeatedly with both hands, trying to get him to move.

“Get out! You get the hell out now and stay away from me!”

It’s not like you to be physical like this, not at all, but it’s like you’re not in control. You keep screaming and hitting, growing all the angrier when he shakes off your blows like they’re nothing. He stands unmoved, the same smirk on his face. A moment ago, he said he was leaving. Now that he knows you want him to leave, he won’t budge. He just lets you flail at him and cry until he finally places his hands on your shoulders and firmly but not roughly backs you up against the wall.

“You need to chill out before your neighbours call the cops.”

As soon as you stop raging, it’s like all the strength has gone from your body and you have to balance yourself against the wall to stop from sinking into a pile on the floor.

“You told him to leave me,” you hiss, unable to look your tormentor in the eyes.

“Yeah, I did. A bunch of times. You’re not the right person for him.”

“Oh you can fuck off with that you arrogant jackass! You don’t want him to have anyone in his life. You don’t want him to think about anything that might interfere with your plans! I loved him and I wanted a life with him!” Once again, you pound your fists against Tama’s unyielding chest. When your energy is spent, he presses his hands against yours and gently pins them back against the wall, holding them in place.

“Come on. You and I both know that it wasn’t gonna work between you and him,” he whispers.

Your first inclination is to hit him again but as he presses his weight against you, holding you in place, dark eyes bearing down on you, it feels like something catches fire in your core. It’s not like desire, at least, not like any feeling of desire you’ve ever experienced, but like an eruption, heat pouring out from your loins and setting the rest of your body alight. Yes, despite the tension, you’ve always known that Tama was attractive, but feeling him so close, the heat of his body penetrating your skin, his attention completely focused on you, you feel a wild lust that eclipses anything you’ve felt for any other man. You return his gaze and it’s like there’s an electricity between you, like you can feel the power of your desire meeting its match.

His grip on you loosens just a little and immediately your hands are grabbing at him, tangling in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. At the same time, one of his hands snakes behind your head and pulls you to him, his response equal in passion to yours. Your embrace is a mix of lips, tongues and teeth, like the two of you are intent on devouring each other. It’s a few minutes of this before his mouth drops to your neck, teeth gnashing against the flesh there, his lips and tongue soothing the wounds he inflicts as his moans resonate through your body.

You practically scream as he shoves one hand underneath your shorts and panties, thrusting his fingers into your already soaked sex. The speed and intensity of his touches only increases when you inadvertently shout his name, grinding yourself against his hand while your thigh is positioned between his legs. As wrapped up in your own pleasure as you are, your body shudders with anticipation as you feel the shape of his hardening cock against you. Although you never would have admitted it, you’ve often stared at the man in his skin-tight ring gear and you have noticed the outline of what he has in his pants.

He breaks away just long enough to pull off your shirt and then his own before pinning you against the wall once more and lifting your hips. You wrap your legs around him, thrusting your hips to meet his as the two of you continue frantically embracing, mouths clashing and wrestling against each other as fiercely as anything you’ve seen in the ring. You let your head fall back against the wall as he grabs hold of a breast, licking and biting his way down your chest and swirling his tongue around the nipple before he wraps his lips around it and sucks harshly. You cry in pleasure and he quickly lavishes the same attention on the other breast before he gathers you up, his hands inside your shorts cupping your ass as he carries you over to the kitchen table, the cool tiled surface sending a shiver through your heated skin.

He works your shorts and panties the rest of the way off while you nearly rip his pants from his body, desperate to see what he’s been teasing you with. And it does not disappoint. Indeed, it’s kind of astonishingly beautiful, the perfect gentle curve upward, the generous length (a little more than his brother’s, although you’re not about to mention that), the succulent head already leaking precum. You run your hand over it, fingers circling the tip and spreading the liquid before you start stroking him, making both of you moan in pleasure.

“Oh you like that,” he purrs with a crafty smile.

You nod and smile back before leaning over to run your tongue along the seam of his dick, pushing him into your mouth.

“Aw fuck,” he groans, his head falling back. You can feel his legs shaking as he fights to maintain control. “Oh god, honey, slow down, I’m gonna fucking burst.”

He eases you off him and pushes you down on the table, taking a couple of tentative thrusts at your pussy before you push back against him.

“Fuck me Tama,” you whisper hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”

He curses as he presses all the way inside you and that magnificent cock feels as good as it looks. You’re almost screaming at the sensation of it, especially when you feel his hand move to your pussy. He strokes you a little before taking your hand and placing it so that you’re both manipulating your most sensitive spot.

He lifts himself up a little, panting, “Show me what to do. Show me how you like it.”

And he proves a very good student, immediately picking up the sort of touches and movements you need, then taking over entirely as you whine in pleasure. Your muscles clench tighter, something which does not go unnoticed.

“That’s it, come on my dick, angel, I wanna feel it.”

You’re practically there already and hearing his breathless, lusty voice is enough to tip you over the edge, a stream of ecstatic cries signalling your orgasm and making him increase his pace.

The two of you watch the frenetic movement of his cock into your cunt until he’s clearly reached his breaking point, when he bends you almost double so that he can get as deep as possible, cursing and repeating your name as his own orgasm rips through him. The two of you are gasping for several minutes afterward, his head burrowed into your neck and trailing soft kisses up and down it.

“Is that what all the bullshit was about?” you sigh.

You feel him laugh a little before he raises his head, all hints of bitterness and malice gone from his intense brown eyes.

“Yeah, I think maybe it was.”

You cup his face in your hands, still feeling disoriented from the wave of passion that’s just broken over you. There’s no point in bringing up the obvious problem with what you’ve just done. It’s hovering in the air around you and you’re both aware of it. Instead, you give yourself over to the moment, gently stroking his hair back from his face and humming in pleasure as he runs his hands over your body. And before you know it, the two of you are kissing again, languidly but with no less passion than before, taking the time to explore each other.

“So,” he murmurs when he finally pulls away, “what were you planning to do for the rest of the day?”

“I didn’t really think about it. Figured I’d just want to lay down or something.”

He smiles and lifts you up, hands running over your back as he does.

“You mind having some company?”

“I don’t mind having you as company,” you whisper, biting your lip a little.

He kisses you again as he carries you into the bedroom and lowers you to the bed. As you kiss and stroke his sculpted chess, you have to fight to keep the larger reality out of mind. A wild, spur of the moment fuck is one thing, but feeling Tama’s hands moving over you, pressing you tight to his body and hearing the soft moans of pleasure coming from him, you know that isn’t where you want to leave things. Disaster looms and you’re running towards it.

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ohnojustimagine · 7 years

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masterlist

AEW

Brodie Lee

A Man Like That; Smut, 1460 words

Just after Brodie challenges the dog collar match.

Jon Moxley

Full of Love; Smut, 1054 words

Impregnation kink.

DDT

Isami Kodaka

Painless; Fluff with implied smut, 790 words

Isami and his scars.

Yukio Sakaguchi

Some Nights, Sober, Reader/Yukio Sakaguchi & Kudo & Masahiro Takanashi; Smut/Explicit, 2450 words

Yukio wants you to meet his friends.

Dragon Gate

Ben-K

Save What You Can, Reader/Eita, Reader/Ben-K; Angst with some smut, 1245 words

Tensions rise in the lead up to Dead or Alive.

Eita

Never Let Me Down, Reader/Eita, Reader/Pac; Smut, 3380 words

You’re Eita’s girl, but the champion has needs.

Save What You Can, Reader/Eita, Reader/Ben-K; Angst with some smut, 1245 words

Tensions rise in the lead up to Dead or Alive.

Lucha Underground

The White Rabbit (aka Killer Kross)

Take Me to Wonderland; weirdness and a little smut, 2120 words

The White Rabbit requires sacrifice. Contains choking and dubious consent.

NJPW

Bushi

Too High, Can’t Come Down; Fluffy-ish, drabble

Bushi and his mist.

Douki

Bound to Fall, Douki/Reader/Taichi; Smut, 3305 words

Taichi likes to surprise you.

At First Sight; Smut, 2120 words

Douki and a blindfold.

El Desperado

Desire Unmasked; Smut, 1145 words

Despey’s new mask

Evil

One Soul Less, Evil/Reader/Sanada; Smut, 3350 words

The spoils of war. Faux historical AU.

Hiromu Takahashi

The Cat’s Meow; Fluff with some very mild smut, 560 words

Daryl likes to watch.

Mouth to Mouth; Fluff, 625 words

Hiromu and his lip balm.

Behind the Scenes; Smut, 1090 words

Hiromu during the BOSJ tournament, with Naito and Bushi watching.

Jay White

Sharp Edged; Smut/Explicit, 1585 words

Switchblade isn’t just a name.

Suited; Smut/Explicit, 1030 words

Jay in his suit before the press conference with Okada.

The World Will See; Smutty-ish, 760 words

After Jay’s title win at New Beginning.

Lessons to be Learned, Jay/Reader/Yoh; Smut, 830 words

Jay and Yoh’s tag matches are not going well at the G1.

envy your hand and my heart; Smut, 1165 words

Set after Jay’s backstage comments at the G1 where he grabbed that camerawoman.

Make Me Believe, Make Me Forget; Smut, 2105 words

After Jay loses the belt at MSG.

Need Some; Smut, drabble

Post-WK press conference with Jay

Kenny Omega

Someone Not You, Kenny/Reader with mentioned Kenny/Kota Ibushi; Angst with smut, 2210 words

After the G1 finals.

Fall Down, Male Reader/Kota/Kenny; Smut and angst, 3295 words

Things are never what they seem.

Kenta

Dark Horse, Kenta/Reader with background Jay White/Reader; Smut, 2125 words

Jay wants you to show Kenta a good time.

Kota Ibushi

Fall Down, Male Reader/Kota/Kenny; Smut and angst, 3295 words

Things are never what they seem.

Leo Tonga

Fair Share, Reader/Tama Tonga & Leo Tonga & Tanga Loa; Smut/Explicit, 1850 words

Foursome smut as Leo joins you for the first time.

Marty Scurll

I Want It That Way; Smut/Explicit, 940 words

At the bar with Marty.

Miho Abe

Center of Attention, Reader/Miho Abe & Taichi; Smut, 1075 words

Miho likes to play.

Minoru Suzuki

Monsters and Angels, Minoru Suzuki/Reader/El Desperado; Smut/Explicit, Drabble

You’re more than a match for Suzuki.

Take Me Over; Smut/Explicit, 1080 words, warning for breathplay

Misu and the bullrope from Power Struggle.

All Change; Fluff, 660 words

After Wrestle Kingdom and the hair thing.

At Your Will; Smut, 1900 words

In the lead up to Jay and Suzuki’s match at the G1.

Go Fish; Fluff with some smutty talk, 1270 words

Fishing with Misu.

Sanada

One Soul Less, Evil/Reader/Sanada; Smut, 3350 words

The spoils of war. Faux historical AU.

Taichi

Bound to Fall, Douki/Reader/Taichi; Smut, 3305 words

Taichi likes to surprise you.

Tama Tonga

Fair Share, Reader/Tama Tonga & Leo Tonga & Tanga Loa; Smut/Explicit, 1850 words

Foursome smut as Leo joins you for the first time.

Tanga Loa

Fair Share, Reader/Tama Tonga & Leo Tonga & Tanga Loa; Smut/Explicit, 1850 words

Foursome smut as Leo joins you for the first time.

Yoh

Lessons to be Learned, Jay/Reader/Yoh; Smut, 830 words

Jay and Yoh’s tag matches are not going well at the G1.

WWE

Adam Cole

All the More, Reader/Adam Cole & Kyle O’Reilly & Bobby Fish & Roderick Strong; Smut, 2385 words

Roddy joins the four of you for the first time.

Aiden English

Variations on a Theme; Fluff with some smut, 960 words

Aiden likes grand gestures.

AJ Styles

Take Me to Church, part 1, part 2; Smut/Explicit, 4900 words

Historical AU and preacher AU. Warning for overt religious themes

Worth It; Smut/Explicit, 1235 words

AJ’s working outside on a hot day, but it’s you who needs cooling down.

The Devil’s Due; smut, 1225 words

After the boneyard match. Demon AU.

Akam

Motivate Me, part 1, part 2; Smut, 3455 words

Drake thinks the AoP need some extra motivation.

Kill This Love, Seth Rollins/Reader/AOP; Angst and smut, 615 words

Seth’s changed, and he knows what he wants.

Aleister Black

Everything Zen; Smut/Explicit, Drabble

Aleister is talented.

Melt; Smut/Explicit, 2230 words

Waxplay with Aleister.

Say His Name, part 1, part 2; Velveteen Dream/Reader, Aleister Black/Reader, implied Velveteen Dream/Aleister Black; Smut/Angst, 3735 words

Both you and Dream want Aleister’s attention.

Alexa Bliss

Between, Alexa Bliss/Reader/Braun Strowman; Smut, 3955 words

You get more than you bargained for with Alexa.

Andrade Cien Almas

Don’t Call It Chemistry; Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Zelina Vega, Smut, 2035 words

Zelina thinks a professional will make things less complicated. (Reader is a sex worker.)

Angel Garza

The Prince and the Duke, Angel Garza/Reader/Humberto Carrillo; Fluff and smut, 6760 words

Historical AU with arranged marriage and poly.

Austin Aries

Stress Relief; Smut/Explicit, 1660 words

You thought Austin was just irritating, but maybe you’ve misjudged him.

Taste; Mostly fluff with a bit of smut, 1230 words

Seduction via vegan cheesecake.

Baron Corbin

You Should See Me In A Crown; Smut, 735 words

You in Baron’s entrance gear.

Big E

All In; Fluff, 1030 words

“It’s like a romcom cliché or something. Best friends forced to share a bed.”

Big Show

Smooth; Smut/Explicit, 900 words

Big Show shaves his beard.

Bobby Fish

All the More, Reader/Adam Cole & Kyle O’Reilly & Bobby Fish & Roderick Strong; Smut, 2385 words

Roddy joins the four of you for the first time.

Bobby Roode

Not The One That Got Away; Fluff, 720 words

Bobby, or Robert, has a new look.

Braun Strowman

Piercing Issues; Smut/Explicit, 3125 words

Braun has a problem with his nipple piercings, you help out.

Ride Along; Braun Strowman/Reader/Bray Wyatt, Smut/Explicit, 830 words

On the road with Braun and Bray.

Remote Control; Braun Strowman/Reader/Bray Wyatt, Smut/Explicit, 1775 words

An evening out with Braun and Bray.

Between, Alexa Bliss/Reader/Braun Strowman; Smut, 3955 words

You get more than you bargained for with Alexa.

Bray Wyatt

Make Me A Believer; Bray Wyatt/Reader/Luke Harper/Erick Rowan, Smut/Explicit, 790 words

Bray never touches you, until he does. Warning for slightly dubious consent

Ride Along; Braun Strowman/Reader/Bray Wyatt, Smut/Explicit, 830 words

On the road with Braun and Bray.

Remote Control; Braun Strowman/Reader/Bray Wyatt, Smut/Explicit, 1775 words

An evening out with Braun and Bray.

Let the Right One In; Smut, 2305 words

In the Funhouse with Bray and then the Fiend.

Brock Lesnar

Arrangement; Smut, 3730 words

Brock gets dommed and pegged, basically.

Buddy Murphy

Distraction; Fluff, 840 words

Buddy is the best kind of distraction.

Candice LeRae

Next Somebody, Johnny Gargano/Reader/Candice LeRae; smut, 760 words

Johnny and Candice aren’t who they used to be.

Cesaro

New Attitude part 1 part 2; Cesaro/Reader/Sheamus, Smut/Explicit, 2165 words

You’re not sure about Cesaro’s new attitude, but he and Sheamus convince you.

No Substitute; Smut/Fluff, 710 words

Cesaro’s mouth injury leaves him frustrated.

Corey Graves

Nothing Sweet About Me; Smut/Explicit, 2380 words

Corey and cupcakes.

Damian Priest

The Archer; Smut with feelings, 555 words

It’s just a backstage thing, or maybe not.

State of Grace; Smut, 1590 words

Damian is a demon, you’re an angel.

Nemesis Mine, Damian Priest/Reader/Dominik Dijakovic; Smut, 2275 words

Damian and Dominik seem to want to fight over you, but you have a better idea.

Into This Night; Smut, 1995 words

You’re the one Damian chooses.

Come As You Are; Fluff and smut, 2065 words

After Damian wins the North American championship.

Dean Ambrose

Believe In Me, Dean Ambrose/Reader/Seth Rollins; Angst with some smut, 745 words

You knew Seth would come back.

Where We’re Meant to Be, Dean Ambrose/Reader/Seth Rollins; Fluff and smut, 3615 words

Dean’s injury isn’t easy for any of you, but you make it work.

Sometime, Anytime; Fluff, 2355 words

Dean has some hidden talents.

Stand By You; Fluff but with angsty overtones, 415 words

Dean has a decision to make.

Heated, The Shield/Reader; Smut, 3500 words

A/B/O with you as the Shield’s omega.

Dominik Dijakovic

Nemesis Mine, Damian Priest/Reader/Dominik Dijakovic; Smut, 2275 words

Damian and Dominik seem to want to fight over you, but you have a better idea.

Drake Maverick

Motivate Me, part 1, part 2; Smut, 3455 words

Drake thinks the AoP need some extra motivation.

Drew Gulak

Crimes of Passion; Fluff with gender-neutral reader, 1700 words

Drew needs your help, but Breezango have other plans.

Lover, Not a Fighter; Fluff with a bit of smut, 930 words

Drew is dressed for a street fight.

Naughty But Nice; Smutty fluff, 1080 words

Drew in his elf costume.

The Only Truth; Angst with a touch of smut, 1420 words

After Drew joined in the beatdown on Tony.

Coming Up Roses; Fluff, 610 words

The flowers are for the new GM, not you.

Bring Me Out; Angst with some smut, 2420 words

You only want to bring out the best in Drew.

Wild Horses; Fluff with a bit of smut, 665 words

Drew and his cowboy hat.

Three Sided, Drew Gulak/Reader/Jack Gallagher; Fluff with a little smut, 1140 words

Drew wants you to talk to Humberto, Jack plays peacemaker.

Executive Affairs; Smut/fluff, 2230 words

You’re Jack’s assistant, but you’re always happy to help Drew. Office AU.

Drew McIntyre

Swoon; Fluff with a touch of smut, 950 words

Drew in his ring gear is a problem.

Born to Rule; Fluff with a little smut, 780 words

After Drew loses his King of the Ring round.

Set to Sail; Fluffy-ish but implied darker themes, 1150 words

Historical AU and pirate AU with Captain McIntyre.

Duality; Fluff, 600 words

The Scottish Psychopath is still there somewhere, maybe.

At Your Mercy; Smut, 660 words

Drew in that black tank top.

Elias

Sing It Out; Fluff with implied smut, 645 words

Elias hits on you via song.

Bound Up In You, Smut/Explicit; 560 words

You can’t get enough of Elias.

Dirty Jeans, Fluff with a hint of smut; 525 words

Elias has new jeans.

And After All; Fluff, 1815 words

Elias declares his love via Wonderwall.

Fandango

Untitled, Breezango/Reader; Fluff, 1380 words

Talking to uggos is a serious crime.

Finn Balor

Twisted Round My Heart; Smut/Explicit, 1850 words

Finn is jealous.

Wedding Night Rites; Pre-smut, 795 words

It’s your first time with him.

Gran Metalik

Everything You See; Smut, 480 words

Lucha House Party threesome and the masks stay on

Hideo Itami

Earned, Not Given; Implied smut, 360 words

It’s all about respect.

Humberto Carrillo

The Prince and the Duke, Angel Garza/Reader/Humberto Carrillo; Fluff and smut, 6760 words

Historical AU with arranged marriage and poly.

Jack Gallagher

Three Sided, Drew Gulak/Reader/Jack Gallagher; Fluff with a little smut, 1140 words

Drew wants you to talk to Humberto, Jack plays peacemaker.

Jeff Hardy

Somebody to Have, Somebody to Hold; smut and fluff, 755 words

Mornings with Jeff.

Jinder Mahal

Physical, Smut/Explicit; 1660 words

Post-workout sex.

Joe Coffey

follow, without pride; Smut, 946 words

Joe knows what you need.

Johnny Gargano

Taken Over; Angst with smut, 1575 words

Set after Johnny’s loss to Tommaso at Takeover.

Not Myself Tonight; Angst with smut, 2005 words

Johnny’s at your door in the middle of the night.

Gods and Monsters, Tommaso Ciampa/Reader, Johnny Gargano/Reader, implied Tommaso/Johnny feelings; Angst and smut, 5880 words

Demon AU. You’re called by the belt and the man it belongs to.

Down All Your Darkest Roads; smut and angst, 955 words

Johnny won’t let go of the past.

Next Somebody, Johnny Gargano/Reader/Candice Lerae; smut, 760 words

Johnny and Candice aren’t who they used to be.

Kalisto

Everything You See; Smut, 480 words

Lucha House Party threesome and the masks stay on

Kassius Ohno

Right Here, Smut/Explicit, 2085 words

You get your first match in NXT, Kassius wants to celebrate.

The Shape of You, Smut/Explicit, 1425 words

You love the way Kassius looks, but you have a question.

Kevin Owens

Devil in the Details, part 1, part 2, Kevin/Reader and Sami/Reader; Smut and angst, 4320 words

“Did you ever fuck Sami?” Kevin asks.

Kyle O’Reilly

All the More, Reader/Adam Cole & Kyle O’Reilly & Bobby Fish & Roderick Strong; Smut, 2385 words

Roddy joins the four of you for the first time.

Lince Dorado

Everything You See; Smut, 480 words

Lucha House Party threesome and the masks stay on

Luke Harper

One Step Forward; Smut/Explicit, 4300 words

Luke needs a new start.

Matt Riddle

Thirst; Smut, 1310 words

Vampire AU

Full Bro, Matt Riddle/Reader/Pete Dunne; fluff with smut build up, 760 words

Matt knows what Pete needs.

Mark Andrews

All Along; Fluff, 580 words

Mark’s your best friend, of course you don’t fancy him.

Mike Rome

The Dark Knight; Fluff with a touch of smut, 560 words

Mike likes to cosplay.

Neville - Pac

Nothing But Different; Neville/Reader/TJ Perkins, Smut/Explicit, 1965 words

You have a casual arrangement with Neville, but he has a suprise.

Over My Head; Smut/Explicit, 700 words

You know you should end things with him.

To Please the King; Fluff/Smut, Drabble

After the No Mercy PPV, the King has needs.

Dusk Till Dawn; Part 1 Part 2; Smut/Explicit, 13,090 words

The King exercises his right to a bride on her wedding night. Medieval AU, droit du seigneur.

Never Let Me Down, Reader/Eita, Reader/Pac; Smut, 3380 words

You’re Eita’s girl, but the champion has needs.

Pete Dunne

The Game Part 1 Part 2; Trent Seven/Reader/Pete Dunne/Tyler Bate, Smut/Explicit, 6025 words

Trent likes to have the lads over to watch the game, but you’re also part of the entertainment.

Party for Two; Smut/Explicit, Drabble

Pete wants to celebrate his championship win.

Stuck On You; Semi-smutty fluff, 3200 words

Pete’s the most annoying guy you’ve ever met, until he’s not.

Full Bro, Matt Riddle/Reader/Pete Dunne; fluff with smut build up, 760 words

Matt knows what Pete needs.

Rezar

Motivate Me, part 1, part 2; Smut, 3455 words

Drake thinks the AoP need some extra motivation.

Kill This Love, Seth Rollins/Reader/AOP; Angst and smut, 615 words

Seth’s changed, and he knows what he wants.

Roman Reigns

Flesh and Blood; Smut/Explicit, 7160 words

Vampire AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Historical AU

Heated, The Shield/Reader; Smut, 3500 words

A/B/O with you as the Shield’s omega.

Blood Rules; Smut, 1620 words

Everyone says Roman’s changed, but you don’t believe it. (Vampire Roman.)

Roderick Strong

You Belong to Me; Smut/Explicit, 2280 words

Roddy and you have been friends forever, but things change.

All the More, Reader/Adam Cole & Kyle O’Reilly & Bobby Fish & Roderick Strong; Smut, 2385 words

Roddy joins the four of you for the first time.

Sami Zayn

Magic; Fluff (with vague smut), Drabble

Sami has magic hands.

Devil in the Details, part 1, part 2, Kevin/Reader and Sami/Reader; Smut and angst, 4320 words

“Did you ever fuck Sami?” Kevin asks.

Samir Singh

Queen for the Night; Smut, 2370 words

A threesome with the SIngh Brothers.

Samoa Joe

Breathe In, Breathe Out; Smut/Explicit, 1755 words

Joe wants something very specific. Warning for some pretty full-on breathplay.

In My Head, (also features non-explicit Roman Reigns/Reader); Smut, 2000 words

Joe sees you, and he knows what he wants.

Whatever You Ask For; Smut (with daddy kink), 1240 words

Joe knows what you want to call him.

King of My Heart; Fluff with build up to smut, 880 words

After Joe’s US Championship win.

Untitled; Smut, drabble

Joe rolls up his sleeves.

Santos Escobar

Empty Your Hands; Smut, 1155 words

Santos likes to show you off.

Scott Dawson

Make It Better; Smut/Explicit, 1705 words

Scott is recovering from his bicep surgery. You’re here to help.

Seth Rollins

Believe In Me, Dean Ambrose/Reader/Seth Rollins; Angst with some smut, 745 words

You knew Seth would come back.

Where We’re Meant to Be, Dean Ambrose/Reader/Seth Rollins; Fluff and smut, 3615 words

Dean’s injury isn’t easy for any of you, but you make it work.

Kill This Love, Seth Rollins/Reader/AOP; Angst and smut, 615 words

Seth’s changed, and he knows what he wants.

Heated, The Shield/Reader; Smut, 3500 words

A/B/O with you as the Shield’s omega.

Shayna Baszler

Reign Over Me; Smut, 1560 words

Backstage with Shayna.

Sheamus

New Attitude part 1 part 2; Cesaro/Reader/Sheamus, Smut/Explicit, 2165 words

You’re not sure about Cesaro’s new attitude, but he and Sheamus convince you.

Never Knew You; Fluff with an angsty build-up, 3890 words

Sheamus is your best friend, but it seems he likes someone new.

Get Loud; Fluffy smut, 1015 words

Sheamus is surprisingly quiet in bed.

Shinsuke Nakamura

Rise; Fluff, Drabble

Shinsuke teaches you to surf.

Appetite; Fluff with smut, 805 words

You’re not so sure about the new Shinsuke.

Stephanie McMahon

In Your Room, Stephanie/Reader/Hunter; Smut/Explicit, 4470 words

Getting caught masturbating in your boss’ bed isn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done.

Sunil Singh

Queen for the Night; Smut, 2370 words

A threesome with the SIngh Brothers.

Tommaso Ciampa

Bad Blood; Angst, 680 words

Tommaso gets busted open.

Subject, Object; Smut, 755 words

Tommaso and his belt.

Gods and Monsters, Tommaso Ciampa/Reader, Johnny Gargano/Reader, implied Tommaso/Johnny feelings; Angst and smut, 5880 words

Demon AU. You’re called by the belt and the man it belongs to.

Tony Nese

All The Reasons Why; Fluff/smut, 795 words

Tony’s changed since becoming champion.

TJ Perkins

Nothing But Different; Neville/Reader/TJ Perkins, Smut/Explicit, 1965 words

You have a casual arrangement with Neville, but he has a suprise.

Trent Seven

The Game Part 1 Part 2; Trent Seven/Reader/Pete Dunne/Tyler Bate, Smut/Explicit, 6025 words

Trent likes to have the lads over to watch the game, but you’re also part of the entertainment.

Come Close; Smut/Explicit, Drabble

Trent watches you.

Triple H

Lose Yourself; Smut/Explicit, 2600 words

Hunter likes to be in control.

In Your Room, Stephanie/Reader/Hunter; Smut/Explicit, 4470 words

Getting caught masturbating in your boss’ bed isn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done.

Tyler Bate

The Game Part 1 Part 2; Trent Seven/Reader/Pete Dunne/Tyler Bate, Smut/Explicit, 6025 words

Trent likes to have the lads over to watch the game, but you’re also part of the entertainment.

Beauty To My Eyes; Smut/Explicit, 3220 words

Tyler comes to your rescue, in more ways than one.

Tyler Breeze

Untitled, Breezango/Reader; Fluff, 1380 words

Talking to uggos is a serious crime.

the Undertaker

Dead Man’s Night; Smut/Explicit, 1370 words

He comes to you at night.

Velveteen Dream

Say His Name, part 1, part 2; Velveteen Dream/Reader, Aleister Black/Reader, implied Velveteen Dream/Aleister Black, Smut/Angst, 3735 words

Both you and Dream want Aleister’s attention.

Clarity; Smut, 2480 words

The Dream knows how to make things clear.

Walter

Change Your Mind; Smut, 2440 words

Walter isn’t what you were expecting.

William Regal

Anything You Had In Mind; Smut/Explicit, 2850 words

Mr. Regal sees your potential.

Zelina Vega

Don’t Call It Chemistry; Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Zelina Vega, Smut, 2035 words

Zelina thinks a professional will make things less complicated. (Reader is a sex worker.)

#masterlist

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Do we wanttt chapter three to reigns’ girl today or are we looking forward to specific requests sent in? Let me know!

Also, share what you guys think of my work so far! What’s your favorite?

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Babysitter

long awaited and heavily requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk, age gap ( 21 & 38 )

Faye had been babysitting her neighbor's kid for years, and the two had developed an unshakable connection. Her neighbor was a six-foot-three Samoan-Italian man in his late thirties who had little time for women in his life. He was a busy man who was always on the road, so Faye became someone he trusted to look over his child.

Unfortunately for Faye, she had strong feelings for the man.

He goes by the name Roman Reigns and is a professional wrestler. His physique was beautiful, breathtaking enough to halt any lady in her tracks. Aside from his long black locks and nicely trimmed facial hair, what tied it all together were his large and broad shoulders, rough and massive hands, and overall towering height.

"I'm home!" The woman hears a deep, rich voice speak. Her head snaps up, and she notices Roman hovering over her while she played dolls with the man's child. The little girl jumps up and travels into her father's arms, where he wraps her in a strong hug.

Faye gets up, holding the dolls, and smiles at the sight.

Roman looks at the woman and holds up a finger for a quick second. "Wait right here, I'ma get her to sleep."

Faye nods as she watches the two walk down the hall and enter the bedroom on the right. After a few minutes, the man returned. His gaze was fixed on Faye as he took off the jacket that matched the rest of his attire, and she watched him swing it over the back of the couch.

The woman smiled and began gathering her belongings to leave, but was deterred by Roman, who placed a hand on her bag, prompting Faye to look up and gaze at the man in confusion.

"Stay for a while, have a drink with me. Have you eaten?" He questions, taking the woman's things and placing them back onto the couch.

Faye smiled. "Uh, no. I haven't eaten actually. I maybe had a snack or two though.”

The big man shook his head and grabbed her hand, leading her to the kitchen.

"Since I can't be home all the time, I prepare meals for my daughter.." He trails off, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a couple sealed containers in which contained prepared food that looked absolutely delicious.

Faye smiles and moves next to him, watching as he took the tops off of each one. "Oh, wow. Roman, these look amazing." She complimented, looking back up at him before scooting the food away.

Roman watched her, brows furrowing together, as his mood dipped slightly and his thoughts filled with embarrassment and puzzlement.

"To be honest, Roman. I'm not hungry but there is something I need to tell you and get off of my chest. Can we talk in your room?" She says. The woman felt anxious as she felt she was way too young for this man, seventeen year age gap too young, to be precise. She didn't want to sever their friendship, but it was the right thing to do.

Right?

Walking into the man's room, the two sit on the edge of his bed, each holding a glass of red wine.

Faye places her glass on her lap and keeps her eyes fixed on the ground as she begins to confess what she'd felt was like a sin. Her family would kill her if they discovered she had feelings for a man who was nearly forty years of age.

"Roman, there's no other way to say this and I know it's wrong and i'm so sorry." The young woman takes a deep breath before continuing. "I like you, a lot."

The air in the room was dense, and Faye wouldn't dare to even peek at the man.

"Have you ever been with an older man before?" He inquires. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the man stand up and take his spot in front of her.

She felt rough hands grasp her jaw delicately, drawing her eyes away from her lap and up to the broad man standing over her with that dominant aura that suited his whole presence. Faye shook her head, and time seemed to slow down. Roman let his hand fall from her face and onto his black leather belt.

The woman felt herself getting wet as soon as she saw how easily he unbuckled his belt with one hand, having her willing to risk everything.

"Let me show you the heaven men my age can bring you to that these young men know nothing about, doll. Hm?" He bragged, his voice sounding enticing, aided by his raspiness and an abrupt dip in octaves.

Faye nodded, allowing the man to push her down upon the burgundy bedding. His hands wandered her covered body, and he could feel his cock hardening and showing. The woman looked down and felt hot considering how big he was; his bulge was brutally evident, and his print was huge.

Roman followed the woman's eyes and smiled with a deep chuckle. "You see that, ma? I bet you ain't ever had nobody fill you up like I'm bout to."

The woman's chest heaved up and down wildly, her mind felt fuzzy, and she felt so lightheaded from delectation that she hadn't noticed she was entirely exposed from hip to feet, the man's face buried against her thighs as he left a path of kisses up to her wet cunt.

Finally, his lips reached her lower ones, and he kissed her naked skin, spreading her pussy to kiss on her clit before opening his mouth to allow his tongue to explore her hole and taste her juices. His oral abilities demonstrated a wealth of expertise, demonstrated by the way he'd flatten his tongue here and there as he delivered long, slow licks to the way he lapped at her pussy and ate it like he'd been starving for far too long.

"Oh! Yes, Roman, Yes!" The woman yelled and as a result was greeted by a hand slapping against her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet.

With his free hand, the man pushed two thick fingers into the woman's slippery entrance, finger fucking her at just the right tempo; everything he did felt almost too perfect, but the woman hadn't gotten the complete experience.

Faye felt like she was on cloud nine; she could feel her orgasm emerging swiftly, and she knew the man was feeling it as well when she clenched around his fingers while he groaned against her pussy. Pulling his mouth away, he sped up the tempo of his fingers and grinned as the woman's back raised off of the bed, spilling her juices all over the sheets and the man's shirt.

"Fuck, ma." He whispered, his hand moving away from her mouth and down to her thighs, spreading them apart to get a better view at how much she had come and, more importantly, the mess she made.

Sucking her nectar off of his fingers, the man stands up and picks the woman up with ease before flipping her onto her stomach.

He positions her on all fours, shifting her a few times until her ass was situated just as he liked it. Finally releasing his cock, the man moans in relief and strokes himself a few times before setting himself against Faye's pussy. The man slipped in slowly and gently, reaching forward and forming a ponytail of the woman's hair as he held it and drove her head back slightly.

Faye's mouth dropped open, enjoying the painful way her pussy stretched out to fit the man's cock inside of her. It hurt so much, but it also made her even fucking wetter. This was the only form of pain she'd tolerate and deal with as the needy woman she was for him.

"I know it hurts, baby. You're taking daddy's dick so good." He praised, slowly picking up his pace and tightening his rough grip on her hair.

The room was warm and smelled like sex. Their bodies were sweaty, and the way the moon's dazzling light shined into the man's room and nestled upon their skin was like a work of art.

Roman's thrusts increased in speed, striking hard and deep, as he bent down and locked his lips with the hers. The two groaned into the kiss, drool traveling down the woman's mouth, which the man quickly cleaned by licking from the bottom of her chin and back up to her mouth before engaging in a kiss more intense than the last.

Roman's hip motions became merciless as he withdrew from Faye's lips. He pushed the woman's face into the pillows and hammered in her pretty cunt relentlessly.

Faye couldn't keep herself quiet for the life of her, hence it was a good thing her face was buried into the soft padding beneath her head. The sensation of his dick massaging her walls, exactly like his fingers had done a few minutes prior, was too much. She was already shaking and twitching as she was coming up on her second orgasm. Her body was utterly incapable of being motionless.

"You gon' come huh, princess?" Roman grunts, pulling his bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth. "Gon' head, mama. Come."

Faye's head was spinning as she came hard and soaked the man's big dick in her secretions. Shortly after, the man came, filling the woman up with his warm load. By now, the man's hair was most likely damp from perspiration, and the sheets were a deeper crimson from both bodies' sweat and the woman's two intense orgasms.

Pulling out, Roman laid down and pulled Faye's body on top of his.

"You're all mine now, darling. Understood?" He spoke confidently yet breathy to which the woman responded with a weak nod before drifting off into a deep slumber.

Tags ; @headoftheetable , @wonderingfashion , @bijouxcarys , @jstarr86 (if I didn’t tag you it’s because you do not have any indication on your page of being 18 or older, sorry !)

Here’s that fic you’ve all been waiting for! I put my soul into this at this point so I hope you all enjoy, lol!

As always, requests are always open! Much love.

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Reigns’ Girl

Chapter One : At First Glance

inspired by the movie Miller’s Girl and song Teacher’s Pet.

warnings ; 18+ only, smut, intimate & heavily erotic scenes, teacher x college student plot, angst, thriller, obsession, drug use

The world of writing is something incredible, isn't it? The way words can fit together so flawlessly and draw you in to the scene you're seeking for with every word you read. So incredible, you are unable to shift your focus away from it. It's almost—what's the word?

Ah. Pulchritudinous.

In other words, the world of literature is breathtaking and heartbreaking. In a favorable or unfavorable way? Who knows? It depends on how the individual perceives each word they read and how they interpret the meaning contained inside those words. Interesting, right? It's like a billet-doux, a love letter for bibliophiles.

With my brain clouded with thoughts, I enter the classroom of the professor recommended to me by a close friend. Mr. Reigns. Full name, Roman Reigns.

His back was turned to face me as he wrote the task list on the blackboard in white chalk, and I took advantage of the opportunity to let my sight roam down his obviously muscular physique. His shoulders were huge and broad, almost splitting the shirt he was wearing in half. His waist was small but not petite, just ideal. And his hair was bound in a loose bun, every strand.

“Hello? You’re early.” I heard a deep, oh so deep yet silky voice speak, and I was abruptly pulled out of my own little world of borderline infatuation.

My eyes shifted away from his frame and up to his own gaze. His expression was a combination of perplexity and interest.

“Only by a couple of minutes.” I respond with a little, shy grin upon my lips.

The spacious classroom grew quiet for a moment as the two of us were stuck where our feet stopped us, like our shoes were superglued to the hardwood flooring. Mr. Reigns eventually took the initiative, clearing his throat as he set the chalk in his palm down and stepped down from his desk to the one I was stood at, designating it mine as I placed my books and materials on top of it.

"You're new to this class. What's your name?" He inquires, laying a paper on my desk that calls my attention, my curious gaze drawn to the vast list of books and classroom rules. "Ah, I hope this isn't too overwhelming. It contains a list of books that I require my students get familiar with."

I tilt my head, nod gently, and delicately touch the antique wooden desk beneath my fingertips.

"It's Lilith. Lilith Dumas, and I’ve read them all."

He looks at me with a tinge of amazement and some disbelief.

"I mean the books, Ms. Dumas. Not the syllabus-"

I cut him off, causing our sentences to overlap.

“I know. I'm telling you, I've read them all.” I say matter-of-factly.

The corners of the man's lips lift for a second before dropping, only to rise again as he laughs briefly. I'm assuming he's impressed. A nineteen-year-old girl has read over twelve literary works, and he'd be terrified if he was aware of any more than that. How can a girl my age have so much free time, given her youth? I'm certain that's the precise question on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't want to pry into the life of girl in her first year of college. I know.

“Ok. Impressive.” He praised, a hint of a smile still lingering over his lips.

“Well, uhm..” He claps his hands together awkwardly, looking down at his feet before looking back up at me. “I hope you enjoy my class, Lilith.”

Yes, say my name again. Please. Oh, please.

“I know I will, Mr. Reigns.” I reply, my tone surely dripping and drenched with seduction, even in the slightest.

Fighting back a smile and a burning blush hot to the touch, I settle at my desk as the rest of the class rushes in. My little hands brush over my short skirt as I cross my legs, but my gaze is fixed on Mr. Reigns, who is staring back at me after observing my silky legs alter their position. My brows raised briefly in response before the man turned away from me and proceeded with instructing the class.

It was only our first time meeting and this man, Roman Reigns. Mm, even his name feels like honey on my lips, and I want to yell it at the top of my lungs. Yell it out of love and desire!

I'm not well over my head with this; my mind isn't in the clouds, and my feet are firmly planted on the ground. This is reality…

My reality, at least.

As wrong as it is, as dangerous as it will be. I want this man. It’s not okay, it’s crossing a line and it’s riskier than who knows what.

But I made up my mind anyway, made it up at first glance and I promise, I’ll get what I want.

No matter the lengths.

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3eyesdivine · 18 days

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Venenum

highly requested tama tonga fic.

warnings ; 18 +, smut, angst, toxicity, heavy and intimate scene, verbal arguments

"Lani! Lani! La- Ugh." The woman's friend called repeatedly in an attempt to grab the others attention as she traveled throughout the arena's backstage area.

This time around, WWE was held in New York, and the enormous auditorium was teeming with energy. The fans' cries were likely loud enough to be heard across the illuminated city, and the excitement that filled the arena could be felt all around.

"Lani, slow down! Shit." The female eventually comes to a halt and turns around, ripping an earbud out of her ear as she watches her friend sprint up to her, clearly out of breath and struggling to heave more than she did to breathe in general.

"Girl, what the fuck.." Nalani said, her expression perplexed.

Nalani's friend held up a finger to indicate that she needed a minute before lowering her hands to her knees, taking long breaths to control her breathing, and slowly rising up straight and staring her best friend in the eyes.

Nalani removed her earbuds entirely and stuffed them in her purse after noticing the gaze of her best friend, Yvonne.

"What is it?" She questions, her tone silvery but full of worry.

Yvonne sighs as she grabs Nalani's arm and leads her down the corridor to a less congested spot. "Tama, he starts at the company tonight."

Tama Tonga was someone Nalani once had a close ‘situationship’ with; the two were not dating nor were they anything else, nonetheless the two had a terrible fallout, which was one of the main reasons the woman decided to leave NPJW and join WWE, where she has been for at least two years.

Yvonne expected her friend to be shattered by this news and was ready to console her in any way she could, but Nalani's expression was blank, emotionless.

"Whatever." Nalani responds, shrugging her shoulders. "Him and I happened a long time ago, it is what it is, Yvonne but, thank you for telling me anyway."

With that, the woman walked away, leaving the other lingering there in shock.

Later that night, the program had been running for at least an hour or two, and Nalani found herself practically hooked to the TV. Tama had made his debut in the ring, standing alongside Solo Sikoa. The woman tried to fool herself into believing she didn't care about the man's presence, but she did.

As the Tama and Solo segment concluded, it was time to proceed with the matches, and Nalani had yet to notice that she and Tama were in the same room along with their many other coworkers, watching the events on TV. However, Nalani felt holes being burnt into her back and rose up to leave the room as a result.

As she got up from her seat, her eyes connected with his for barely a few seconds, yet even with such a brief period of time, the two could feel a strong surge of tension sweep over them both. A surge so overwhelming that it made Nalani's knees weak. So strong, Tama had to take a deep breath in and out, feeling as if the air between them was so thick he could hardly breathe.

Tama followed the woman as she fled the room. He accompanied her every step but lagged behind her, leaving enough distance between them so others assumed it was a coincidence that the two were on the same path.

"Nalani!" Tama whispered, more like a whisper shout.

He increases his speed.

"Nalani, stop please. Let's talk." He tries once more.

The woman shook her head, hoping to drown out the man's voice as she searched for an empty space to hide in.

Finally. She had stumbled upon an empty office, pulling the door open and walking inside, but the man was right behind her, closing and locking the door behind him.

The two stood a few feet apart at first, with Nalani taking the lead and turning around to face the man directly. "Tama, I want nothing to do with you. You know that." She reminded him, watching as he made slow steps closer to her, with such caution.

"Nalani, I don't care and you also know that. What about what we had? We need to talk about it.”

The woman scoffed and pressed her brows together, crossing her arms across her chest.

"We had nothing, Tama. Just sex! It was all sex. Sex, sex, sex! What the fuck did we have?!" She raised her voice, tears threatening the brims of her eyes along with a stinging sensation like an intense burn.

Tama tightened his jaw and dared to approach her close enough to tower over her. "Nalani, sex was all you ever fucking came to me for! You loved me though, I know you did. I know you."

"No." She denied.

Tama stepped closer, his breath gently brushing against her face and vice versa.

"Yes, Nalani. You did."

Shaking her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, she gazed up at him.

"No, Tama. No, I did not."

The room fell silent as the intense and emotional dispute transformed into a moment of longing, as it usually does. His hands pushed Nalani's hair away from her face and cradled her cheeks. "Come on, ma. Please." He begged softly.

The woman's breath halted in her throat as his lips touched hers tenderly. That beautiful softness developed into a tongue war, with the two nearly engulfing one another's faces and their kisses becoming increasingly intense.

Tama pushed Nalani against the desk and raised her to sit on top of it, moving his fingers up her bare thighs to the hem of her little shorts.

"These need to come off. Now." He ordered, and the woman quickly pulled away from the kiss and slid out of the shorts, discarding them elsewhere in the office while remaining in her black, laced thong.

The man's hand snaked its way into Nalani's panties, his fingers grazing her clit as the woman became wetter, her fluids covering his digits as he drove his hand farther down, inserting his fingers into her slippery hole.

Nalani's breathing was erratic, and her hands trembled as she clutched the man's huge biceps. Her hips jolted against his hand, the woman trying her hardest not to emit vulgar sounds as she bit down on her bottom lip so hard that it could've drawn blood.

She was dizzy for it, her head whirling as she tried to talk.

"Please.." was all she could manage to mumble as she sighed against his neck while he rocked his fingers in and out of her, his movements accompanied by the sounds of her liquids as they filled the room, along with her shy whimpers and his dirty words whispered against her lips like a tease.

Backing his hand away, Tama sucked and licked his fingers clean, gaze fixed on hers, while his free hand swiftly unbuckled the belt of his pants and zipper before slipping them down along with his underwear. When the man was freed from his pants' confinement, his large cock slapped against his stomach.

Nalani was near drooling at the sight, her legs extending like an open invitation, which Tama eagerly accepted.

Advancing towards her, his right hand grabbed her jaw tightly, while his left moved the woman's panties to the side and positioned his tip just where Nalani desired it the most. "Tell me how bad you want it, mama." He talked in a gravelly tone that made the woman want to come right then and there.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me, please." She pleaded, and the way her stunning, large brown eyes peered into his drove him wild, thus he wasted no time in driving his cock deep into her soaking pussy.

"Mm. Mhm, this my pussy. Huh, baby?" He groaned, his hips grinding back and forth slowly to start.

Nalani was already immersed in the pleasure, her thoughts foggy from the thrill of feeling the way he hammered his dick in and out of her, as he had done previously in a similar setting. They'd fuck any and everywhere, every chance they had. The man fucked her with such intensity that she could be deemed hooked. This was dick she'd gladly chase after, a man she'd give herself to without hesitation.

"Yours, baby. Yours.." She managed to let out, her body surrendering to his every touch and motion, understanding the work of sex as if he were the Greek god Himeros himself, reincarnated and living within the body of a fine, six-foot-tall Tongan man.

His thrusts accelerated, Tama grasping her legs as he hooked his forearms beneath her knees in a successful attempt to strike deeper, nailing all the right spots as he usually did.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and all she could see was darkness, his groans and gruff grunts against her ear, pushing her over the edge.

"We gotta be quick, ma. Lemme see you come all over daddy's dick." He pressed on, seeking for the sensation he couldn't even deny missing. The feeling of Nalani's pussy tightening around him, followed by her body jerking and shaking.

The man's hip motions quickly shifted from a brisk tempo to a vicious rhythm, with cries of pleasure threatening to escape from between the woman's plump, glossy lips.

"You gon' come? Hm?" Tama rasped, placing a hand around Nalani's neck, which only pushed the woman to her peak.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, back arched as her chest pressed up against his. It felt like her brain had stopped functioning. She hadn't had such sex this good in a long time, and it amazed her. She came hard, creaming as it beautifully decorated the man's cock.

Tama, on the other hand, succumbed to his orgasm just seconds later. His hips came to a standstill as he rammed into the woman one more time, emitting an audible grunt. "Oh, shit." He cursed, staying in that position for a couple seconds longer before gently pulling away from Nalani.

Looking at the woman as she collected herself and returned to reality after coming down from her high, the man admired the little balls of sweat along her hairline and along her temples.

She looked good, no matter what.

"I love you, I do." She ultimately admits, resting her head on his chest, worn out.

The man grinned, kissing the top of her head and resting his chin on it.

"I know, ma."

Not sure how I feel about it but I hope you all enjoy!

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3eyesdivine · 20 days

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Reigns’ Girl

Chapter Two : After Class

inspired by the movie Miller’s Girl and song Teacher’s Pet.

warnings ; 18+ only, smut, intimate & heavily erotic scenes, teacher x college student plot, angst, thriller, obsession, drug use

It's been two weeks since I started Mr. Reigns' class, and my desire for him is growing by the minute. I've noticed every little detail about him, from the way he runs his big hand down his long, dark beard when reading, which is accented by little strands of gray hair here and there, to the way he twists and turns the black wedding band on his left hand when he's talking to someone, almost as if he's processing his thoughts before they turn into words.

“See me after class.” I heard a deep, velvety voice murmur near my neck and turned to see Mr. Reigns kneeling over me, his right hand lowering a piece of paper onto my desk with a letter grade scribbled in red. My gaze quickly shifted from his to the large A+ in the corner of my work.

I wasn't given a chance to respond before he sauntered away to put the lesson to an end.

I wish I could have him closer. Body to body and skin to skin. His aroma was comforting, like vanilla with a dash of shea butter.

"Work on your homework for the night please, It's due first thing tomorrow." I heard him call to the class, followed by the sound of students racing and rustling as they grabbed their stuff and left their desks, moving one by one as they hurriedly exited the classroom.

Getting up slowly, I approached Mr. Reigns' desk and rested my palms on it, bending forward and looking up at the guy with an illusion of naivety in my pretty eyes.

His deep brown eyes seared into mine, dark and low. I recognize that gaze anywhere, one filled with desire, want, and sex.

"You're an amazing writer, Lilith. Your paper was the best I’ve read in a while." He praises, extending out his hand to direct attention to a little seated area in his classroom.

It had a cottage core feel about it, with a hint of forest fairy. It held a warm tone to it, with occasional hints of green. It was like a miniature captivating library, with four small shelves mounted on top of each other, each full and organized with both old and modern books. The two of us take seats across from each other, the man adjusting his attire while I let my sight wander over the little space we're in.

“So, Ms. Dumas, your paper.”

My focus shifts to him, and I'm all ears as I straighten up and smile politely.

“Yes. I wasn't very confident in it, but I'm glad you felt so highly of my writing ability.” I conversed while glancing down at my hands, where my fingers danced against one another. A coping mechanism I adopted as a way to handle certain things, in this case, a powerful blush battling to find its way across my cheeks.

“She was quiescent, her voice soft and sweet like nectar. She hummed a tune, the same melody every day at the same time; at this point, it had become an official aubade for the peculiar girl, but only she could purr it in a far more euphonious manner than the original.”

He pauses and takes a breath, as if it was written with such intensity that it nearly strikes the life out of him.

But, he proceeds..

“This was the woman's early morning ritual as she sat in her overgrown garden at a little, old table painted white with a few chips and cracks that only revealed the furniture's age. Atop the table were a pile of books, each of which she had read several times and would continue to do so whilst she couldn't get enough of the art that lay just beyond the hardcovers of each one.”

I was floored.

"You remembered that whole piece?" I questioned. My eyes were probably wide enough that they were popping out of their sockets, and I watched the man smile with a scarlet hue along his cheeks as he turned away for a brief moment before returning my gaze.

"Yeah, that must've been a bit over the top, Ms. Dumas. I apologize. That one paragraph just happened to be what caught my attention the most. I must've read your paper about a dozen times." He admits with a big smile upon his lips, revealing his flawless teeth, without a single one out of shape or disfigured in any way.

This man was downright perfect.

"Your writing is beyond outstanding." He adds.

It felt like this man reached into my chest and gave my heart a small jolt of life; it was racing and thumping so fast that I was a bit frightened I might pass out.

I leaned back against the cushion of the little couch I was sitting on and glanced at the man, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. "You know, I've read your work too."

Mr. Reigns' eyes reached me faster than light.

"You read my book? Seriously?" He queried, his expression appearing intrigued though he tried to mask it.

I nodded and leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, my dazzling brown eyes piercing into his.

"I would quote every word off the top of my head but it wasn't really a book appropriate enough to be spoken about within school walls." I dared to say, and the man's instant response was to adjust his seated position to the edge of the chair.

We're inches away..

Just a little closer.

"I wrote it about my wife, Ms. Dumas. So, you'd be correct. Nothing in that book is suitable for conversation in this environment.”

He dared to move another inch closer.

Goodness, just a tad more and we’re nearly kissing.

Please.

“Even for the innocent mind of a nineteen-year-old college student." He concluded.

Innocent, my ass.

But, nevertheless, I could feel it. A heavy and overwhelming sense of tension that settled in the air surrounding us. This was undeniable sexual tension.

My thighs gently pushed together as I felt an aching of passion between my legs, a pulse so powerful that I had to suppress a whimper. There's no question he felt it as well, as evidenced by the way he gulped so hard I could hear it and his breathing, which was formerly calm and controlled but had become heavy and unsteady.

"Have a good weekend then, Lilith." He husked, moving away slowly, and I could no longer feel the warmth emanating from his presence.

Thank you for reading! Chapter three will be up hopefully soon, maybe some smut ;) !

In the meantime, send in some requests and if you'd like to be tagged in this series and many more works of mine, don't be afraid to let me know.

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