Deserving; Sub!roman Headcanon

deserving; sub!roman headcanon

we all need a small break. especially your man—the most dominate man you know. be his peace. his breath of fresh air…he deserves it. (overlaps when he was champion…i miss him *sigh*)

warnings: smut.

parings: sub!roman x black!reader

sub!roman appreciated the small moments of coming home to you; a hot meal, clean house, and a hot bath waiting for him. you’d clean him off and when he’d step out the bath, you were ready to give him a massage. he always vocalized his gratitude towards you taking care of him when he needed it most.

sub!roman wasn’t always shown. your man was a true dominate—a leader. you followed him and he adored it knowing you put your entire faith and trust into him. he worked so hard in WWE. carrying the titles for damn near 3 years was starting to show work on his body, and his mental. so moments like these were rare. times when he’d let you lead him for a change.

sub!roman was a natural at pinning your hips down and digging his dick into your pussy and filling you to the brim. stretching your pussy on his dick to accommodate him, to make you cum over and over as you’d thrashed around under him…but you wanted the same reaction from him too.

sub!roman craved those releases. such as you standing behind the giant circular bathtub in your shared home, his long and girthy dick in hand as you stroked him in a sensual motion. your hand barely being able to wrap around his dick in its entirety. his head thrown backwards on his shoulder as moans emitting from his chest kissed the celling, “you like that baby?,” you quietly asked in his ear “i love the sounds you make for me baby.” you could feel his hips swiftly thrusting upwards to pump his dick in your warm hand a little faster.

sub!roman knew you wanted to join him—the ache in your pussy becoming more prominent. the sounds he made was so sexy, it made your pussy wetter and clench with each sound. you wanted to take your other hand and work yourself towards your own release, but tonight was about him. he deserved it. “tell me when you’re cumming, mkay?”

sub!roman was desparate. he was about to blow all over your hand if you kept stroking him, making sure to squeeze his angry red mushroom tip when you neared the top. “you’re doing so good, baby. you like it when i tell you how good you’re doing?” his moans growing louder as he neared his release, his chest heaving. “i know baby, i know. you’re gonna cum for me, mkay? don’t hold back. let it all out baby.” you sucked on his neck and placed loving pecs on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your strokes. “aw, fuck baby. ahh, don—don’t stop baby, please,” his voice sounding a tortured rasp “i can’t stop—i won’t. i promise. not till you cum.”

sub!roman felt the room spinning. it was dizzying. addicting, even. his mind was clouded with only one goal. he felt he body shudder before letting his mouth open on a whimper. chills raced through your spine. your wetness drenching your boy shorts. seeing him like this set you off. needy for anything you’d give him. “you said you’d always give me what i want. cum for me, baby.” your name fell from his lips as a breathless chant. his body going ridged against you before violently shaking and flexing his abs. “y-y-ahh, fuck! i’m cumming, i’m cumming.” warm hot spurts pouring out from his dick onto the top of your fist. roman always came a lot; it creating a waterfall, dripping down the sides of your hand.

sub!roman couldn’t say a word. you continued stroking, wanting to milk every bit of stress out of him “you did so good. you feel better, baby?” his head was spinning. between fighting his tremors off, catching his breath, and your hand still stroking him created an overstimulation. he let out another small whimper as he felt his dick ache for another release. his dick never falling limp, “you wanna cum again? hm? you deserve it. you work so hard, ro.”

Lose My Breath a Roman Reigns One Shot

Warnings: smut, language, violence (not between mc's), breath play

Word Count: 2,300

Four Weeks Ago

Watching the monitor my heart sinks to my stomach. The look on Solo's face when Paul Heyman says he's not his tribal chief. Fuck! I have to do something! My last run-in with the bloodline wasn't amazing, Solo being Roman's bitch at the time put me through a table. But none of that matters, Paul has been a father figure to me ever since I got to this company, coaching me, encouraging me, and pushing me the entire time. I can't allow this to happen even if it means having Jacob and the Tongans rip me apart for doing it... I have to try.

I take in a deep breath and run through the curtain, the crowd roars in response. The bloodline's heads whip towards me, my heart pounds out of my chest as Tama runs toward me. Quickly I hit him, knocking him to the ground, then came Tonga, and a quick kick takes him down. Jacob looks at me and I swear my heart stops for more than a few seconds, but he doesn't approach me. Instead Solo approaches me, barking insults at me. Before he can finish I start attacking him, Paul catching his breath on the ground before Solo hits the ground and I grab Paul quickly. Jacob doesn't so much as look at me before rushing to Solo's side. "You're okay" I whisper to Paul "I got you... You're okay".

Summerslam is here... I've found myself in a one vs two handicap match with Solo and Jacob Fatu. I've fought men my entire career but this... This is different. I pace back and fourth trying to come up with a game plan but my mind blanks over and over again. I'm not afraid of either of them separately, but together they're unbeatable and of course, I have to worry about the tongans outside of the ring as well. A hand rests on my shoulder, my head snaps in it's direction.... Jey. "You good?" He asks. He's been a friend of mine for a while but since his split from the bloodline and brand switch we haven't been in contact much. "Yeah" A lie escapes my lips with ease.

He curls his lips in disapproval of my obvious lie. "I'm coming to the ring with you" A statement, not a question. I don't object or give him a hard time like I normally would. Jey helps me warm up, melting away any sense of anxiety I carry with me. "Go fuck em up, if anybody is going to do it it's gonna be you " Jey begins "You're the toughest motherfucker in this business regardless of gender. What you did for Paul is something nobody back here had the courage to do. Roman isn't here to do it so you did, YOU put them all on the ground by yourself once.... Do it again". I nod my head in approval and jump in place, hyping myself up. I can do this, like he said I did it once so I can do it again. Solo is finishing his entrance and my music hits. Adrenaline pumps through my veins when Jey and I enter the arena. Rage fills Solo's eyes as Jacob paces back and forth behind him.

Jey squeezes my shoulders before I enter the ring. Solo pretends to want to start the match, but in true punk bitch fashion, he forces Jacob into the ring to start. The snarl drops from his face, and he looks at me with something like sorrow in his eyes that disappears in a blink. I approach him ready to go in for the kill, he refuses to attack. Confusion floods my brain before I look back at Solo who is furiously barking at Jacob. "Hit her! Hit her right fucking now and pin her" He barks over and over again. Quickly I look back at Jey who is just as confused as me. Jacob lowers his head, walking backward, and slapping Solo's chest to force tag him in. Battle begins.

I pin Solo and just as the ref counts to three the Tongans rush into the ring before my music can even play. Jey follows. Before anyone can do too much damage Roman's music blares across the arena sending shockwaves through the air. Everyone in the ring freezes as he walks down the ramp, Paul Heyman beside him almost unable to keep up. The Tongans and Solo immediately go to attack him, Jey and I coming to Roman's defense as Jacob paces back and fourth pulling at his locs, murmuring to himself before deciding to come to Roman's aid instead of Solo's.

Roman, Jey, Jacob, and I end up on top. Roman looks at me, his eyes directed to the same area sending shockwaves of pain through my ribs.... a cut. Softly he lifts my arm "Who did this?" He barks over the deafening sound of the crowd. Without a second thought, I point to Solo who is holding his jaw on the ground. Without question Roman grabs Solo up and I swear he was trying to rip him in half. Over and over he attacks Solo, if the tongans hadn't coughed I would have assumed they were dead. Solo lay almost lifeless beside them when Roman was done with him. I look at them and then up at him before my eyes meet Paul.... My mentor, my couch, my father figure. Paul pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thank you" He says over and over again, tears flooding his eyes before he releases me.

Roman looks at me, my eyes catching his dark brown eyes that seem to soak up every ounce of light. Grabbing me by my waist he lifts me onto his shoulder, holding my thigh tight to his shoulder before throwing up a one. I follow suit, chest heaving with emotion. I can hear the crowd but it feels like it's just us in the ring. This moment feels like euphoria I never want it to end. Carefully he takes me off his shoulder, bending down slightly so his mouth grazes my ear. "It was hot when you were beating the shit out of them" His hand grazes my ass slights as he lowers his hand. Heat swells in my middle. He and Jey sit on the ropes allowing me to easily slip through.

The ride to the hotel with Jey is full of loud laughter and singing whatever songs the uber driver was playing. "Aye shots on me at the hotel bar!" He says! "We lit tonight!". I can't help but laugh at Jey's excitement. Jacob sits next to him chuckling to himself. I can't help but to wonder if Roman will be there. He keeps a low profile these days but surely tonight was worth celebrating. "Is Roman coming?" I quickly ask. Jey snaps his head over to me "Do you want him to be" He flashes a goofy grin at me. "Maybe" I shrug and he lets out a cackle before whipping his phone out, fingers moving so fast I can barely keep up. What feels like forever goes by when Jey turns to someone behind us and grins... Must be Roman.

"What's up big uce!" Jey grins so hard it hurts my face just looking at it. Slowly I turn to face Roman, who is already looking at me. Fuck... he's even hotter than he was in the ring beating up his own cousin for putting a mark on me. "You look good" He says lowering his eyes to my lips and then taking in the rest of my body. "Likewise" Is all I say in response, afraid I'll say something to embarrass myself if I allow anything else to leak from my mouth. "I'll uh be right back I gotta use the restroom" Jey says flicking his eyes between both of us before walking away. "Thank you" Is all Roman says to me before he sips on the dark liquid in his cup. "For?" I reply. A chuckle leaves his lips "Helping Paul when I couldn't. You didn't have to, I appreciate it is all" Roman responds before sipping again.

"Paul means a lot to me, so there's no need to thank me" I drain the brown liquid in my cup quickly "So why did you ask me who put the mark on my stomach?". He's silent for a beat "Because I hate when pretty things get all scratched up" He replies "Plus... if you're going to be mine then what kind of man would I be if I just let someone else mark you up?" His? He's met me all of three times, the last time he watched me go through a table. "Excuse me?" I cackle "Yours? When have I ever been known to be someone else's thing to keep?". Roman turns to me, those deep eyes seemingly pulling my soul from my body. "Since I realized how fucking sexy you are... Since I took a second to really look at the way your ass jiggles when you beat the shit out of grown men in that ring... Since I really looked at you and saw how perfect every feature on your face is" He lowers himself, brushing his lip over my ear, voice just above a whisper "Since I decided that I want to fuck you so good you'll agree to be my prize to keep"

Fire and ice fill my veins in a battle between slapping him and jumping on him right now in the middle of this bad, and riding him until we're both puddles of sweat floating towards nirvana. I bite my lip to muffle my gasp as his warm tongue grazes my earlobe. "Come if you want, stay if you don't" He gulps down the remaining liquid in his glass before getting up and slowly walking away. Of course, I followed him, what am I? Stupid? He looks back at me with a devilish smirk before reaching out his hand for me to grab. Quickly I place my hand in his, it's rough from weightlifting but big and warm. I can only imagine what it would feel like around my throat.

We enter his room and it already smells like his cologne. He sits on the bed, inviting me to sit between his long legs. I sit, putting my legs on either side of him, pulling him into a deep kiss. His lips are soft, breath minty as his tongue glides around mine. I can feel him growing under me quickly making whatever dam is between my legs threaten to overflow. I press my hips into his, needing to feel some sort of pressure. A villainous chuckle leaves him "How bad do you want it?" Bad.... so bad I might even consider begging for it. "Bad" I whisper "But tell me... My tribal chief... How bad do you want me because you've been growing under me since I sat down." Lust coats my vision in a deep dark film when those brown eyes narrow at me like a lion does on its prey.

Quickly he stands, laying my back on the bed. Pulling down his sweatpants, revealing his long thick length. I follow his lead, pulling my shorts off, and throwing them to the side. Bringing myself to my knees I kiss the tip of his hard member before swirling my tongue around it. Roman lets out a low grumble before I slide him into my throat. Sucking, slurping, gagging I take him deep into my throat over and over again until he pulls me off of him. "Keep it up and I'm gonna come right now" He groans "And I want to enjoy you longer"

I flip over so that my ass is on full display for him "Enjoy me then" I coo. He slides himself into me, filling me deeply. Roman allows a second for my body to adjust before he begins moving. Quickly, so quickly. Over and over again he slams himself into me, filling the room with loud crashes and my whimpers. SMACK! His big hand connects with my ass. SMACK! "I love the way it moves" He groans. Quickly he grabs the back of my neck bringing our bodies closer together. His big rough hands wrap around my throat lightly. "Take a deep breath" He whispers in my ear and I obey. His hand tightens around my throat before he pounds me harder. "Good girl, you like that shit huh?" He moans into my ear. Stars line my vision before he lets go and I feel a high I've never felt before... Euphoria. "Do it again" I demand softly.

Roman lets out an almost evil chuckle "Deep breath" He says before wrapping his hand around my throat again. This time he lines my neck with soft bites and kisses, his pace slows as my clit swells with pleasure. Fuck! He releases his hand from my throat, forcing my chin up to his before planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. "Come in me" I moan "Please!" I need to feel his seed inside of me, I need all of him right here right now or I might die. "Since you asked so politely" He coos. One more stroke and I am at my peak, legs shaking as he reaches his. His warm thick seed coats me, spilling out onto my thigh as he continues pressing himself further and further into me. "Fuck! you feel so good" He moans, member twitching deep inside me. I could go over and over again with him until the sun rises. "You're even hotter with my hand around your neck" He grumbles before licking the side of my neck softly.

Magnificent Edmundo Marques

Lou Ferrigno as Hercules