#ltye ask

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Charlie be wearing some bombass outfits lately Iam a woman and I get hard watching her😂

The black one was definitely meant for her curves😮‍💨 and that chain oofff …Roman for sure would go feral

and does! like, it's nice seeing her trying to do something different than her typical boring content 😩😭 no, cause her body is so fucking tea. it ain't even funny, so i get it 😭

even if she and her sister have made some interesting little comments here and there regarding their figures 🥲

right! like, the vision i have in my head 😩

"okay," solana starts, glancing down at her body, scraping her toes against the soft soles of her heels. she starts to bite down on her bottom lip only to remember her lipstick, thus her instead looking up with a soft smile. "i'm read—"

she's silenced, however, at the sight of her husband's gaze settled on her. never mind the way her eyes momentarily focus on the way his loose curls brush past his strong shoulders, his hair uncharacteristically down. no doubt, because of her. she'd casually mentioned once or twice during brief conversation that she liked seeing it down vs up.

it's nice to see, but the joy is outweighed by the way his thick brows are scrunched together and the slight parting of his full lips. his expression is equivocal, thus the reigniting of her anxiety.

"i should change, shouldn't it?" it's the thought she battled with from the moment bayley and naomi "forced" her into trying on the risqué dress that seemed more air than material. the breeze of the ac in their bedroom cool against the exposed portion of her mid-section. her arms instinctively move to cover her stomach. it took so much for her to find the confidence to pack the dress when preparing for her trip.

especially to power through her trepidation to step out of the room, but one look at her husband, and she's regretting so many decisions.

it's too revealing. unflattering for her figure. how can it not be? her stomach and rolls exposed, swell of her heavy, big breast peeking through, one exaggerated movement away from indecent exposure.

"i'm sor—"

"solana."

she lifts her eyes from the way she'd unconsciously started to stare down at her outfit only for her stomach to tighten when roman rises from the edge of the bed. familiar weight in the base of her belly thudding and pulsing with each step he takes.

she cranes her head to look up at him, his eyes once more raking over her body. chills sprout up the length of her arms and back when he places his hands on her hips and bites down on her bottom lip.

"unless the alternative is your fine ass naked and on that bed, i don't want you changing shit." his deep voice stirs up something within her, immediately lifting her spirit and making that heat travel up her neck and to her cheeks. he curses quietly, "Christ, sol, you really don't see how fucking stunning you look right now??"

she's starting to. she's really...really starting to.

"look good," he continues. solana gasps, reaching for his forearms when he dips his head to the crook of her neck. "smell good...." her eyes struggle to remain open when he starts to travel his mouth down her body, tongue toying with the body chain, remnants of his saliva against her stomach. even over the soft material of her dress and her smooth, soft skin. "taste fucking amazing..."

her fingers clutch at his shoulders when he reaches her thighs. roman drops to his knees, his left hand up the front of her body, disappearing under her top as he brushes his thumb across her nipple. "ro...." she swallows, his right hand gently prying her thick thighs apart. "we—we have—"

"you really walk out looking like this and expect me to be able to fucking control myself?" solana's throat feels dry, the complete opposite of the damp, wet feeling between her legs that seems to be growing by the second. especially when she looks down to meet his eyes as roman's hand roams up and disappears under her dress. his fingers gently snapping the band of her underwear against her hip. "you gotta let me eat it, pretty girl." a beat. "please."

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Friend a thought just popped in my mind.. what If Mari met ltye Roman😭😂

omg!!! 😭😭😭😭

this has been brought up before, and friend, when i tell you if you think tama and lina be stressing that man out.....i wanna say mari and roman marriage would be annulled by the end of the week, but a part of me doesn't even know if they'd even get that far 😭 that first meeting when her klutzy ass accidentally spills her coffee all over his armani suit....yeah, it's a wrap.

and if she acted the way she did with roman as she did with joe on the wedding night?

baby, he dropping her ass back at home the first chance he get 😭😭😭😭

"so like....when you torture people, do you listen to classical music or something? like they do in movies?"

"please shut up."

"what do you do for fun? i love to sing, dance—"

"i don't care."

"—watch movies, ooh, and watch funny tiktoks of dogs. omg! we should get a dog!"

"no."

"what should we name him? ooh! what about alfred? ya know, since you've got the whole dark, brooding, grumpy, hot, rich billionaire thing going on."

"do you ever shut the fuck up?"

"well, that's just mean." a beat. "what's your sign? you're a virgo, aren't you? i can tell."

they ain't making it a a good 24hrs.

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The face he makes when he’s already decided he’ll kill 😭😭

https://x.com/hourlyroman/status/1972486867112349713?s=46&t=yyTeD7xfdWfOjDR5YOV5zQ

a/n: idk, this inspired me, friend, and then i couldn't shut up. 😭

stammering. stuttering. blabbering. nose running and all. it's not an unfamiliar sight. not one that happens immediately, either. more of a gradual progression. the sweat stains that roman spotted under the man's pits, staining his wrinkled shirt as he lifted his hands in a defensive manner. pleading. light and surface level. a bit of a naive thing on his end, because if he knew better, he'd have been on his hands and knees the moment jimmy and jey dropped him at the feet of the tribal chief.

but, he didn't. roman had grabbed the towel off the nearest weight rack, using it to wipe up the sweat he'd accumulated from his merciless beating of the punching bag he's almost certain carries the indent of his fist. vicious, ferocious, relentless beating that was egged on by the image of the bag being something else.

someone else.

the fucking piece of shit in front of him.

towel around his neck, roman grabs the water bottle that one of his guards tossed to him, allowing the chilled electrolyte infused water to float down his throat as the man remained on his knees, the silence outside of the twins barking orders surely building and fueling the anxiety roman is sure has to be growing with each passing second that it prolongs.

good.

"look." he starts, swallowing deeply as roman lowers the bottle from his mouth. "what—whatever i did—" he's silence by a boot to the back that sends him faceplanting onto the padded ground. unfortunately, roman would have rather it been cement or something much harder. capable of shattering bone.

"did he say you could talk, fool?" jey hisses, readying to step forward and issue another form of assault only for roman to lift his hand. a non-verbal command and reminder.

i got this.

roman crouches down, a sickening sense of satisfaction seeing the tremble of the man's weak ass shoulders as he moves to his hands, but still on his knees. the beginning of the end.

"tell me something," roman starts, head titled, eyes surveying and studying his prey. mentally figuring out where to start first. what will be the first part severed. "how long you been going to library?"

probably an unexpected question but one that demands an answer, and when the son of a bitch takes too long to answer, a simple glance up at jimmy, and the elder of the twins slams his foot down on the back of the soon to be deceased ankle. and, at the angle he was at, the force of the stomp, causes it to twist grotesquely sideways, a sharp crunch sounded out by the man's sound of pain.

roman never once blinks.

"i asked you a question." a beat. "and, i don't repeat myself."

that's when the blubbering starts, the man still on his hands and knees, head dropped. "a c—couple m—months."

it's an honest answer, roman is sure, bit it's also the wrong answer, because all he can see are visions and glimpses similair to the one he walked in on yesterday when he'd arrived at his newly appointed wife's job a little short of the ending of her shift.

saw the discomfort across her face and in her body language as she tried her best to remain professional despite the pressure, inappropriate comments, and gestures from the man in front of him. the man who'd had the fucking audacity to block solana, roman's wife, the wife of the tribal chief, from leaving.

roman wanted to kill him on the spot.

but, one thing he's learned about solana in the short time that they've been married is that she's jumpy, sensitive, and already traumatized as fuck.

he'd prefer to not add to that list.

plus, a quick ending would be too merciful for this son of a bitch, and roman reigns is many things, but merciful never has and never will be one of them.

"so, months," roman begins, jaw clenched as he works to control his anger, knowing he'll need to tame and taper it to prolong his torturous plans. "months, you've been harassing her."

one would think that the ability to read the room is gradually learned as you get older, and perhaps that is normally the case, but not for the man in front of him.

no, this dumbass decides to slam the final nail in the coffin. he looks up, sniffling, nose running, confused almost, roman grimacing in disgust, asking stupidly, "you talking about that scarred, fat bitch?"

a smile.

roman smiles. and, it has nothing to do with what the man just said, nothing stemming from even an ounce of humor or amusement found in his question. it's a smile born from the mere fact that roman is going to enjoy the absolute shit out of torturing and killing this piece of scum.

one minute the man is confused, and the next his arms and body are flailing as roman yanks him by the back of his greasy hair and starts shoving the towel previously around his neck down the man's open mouth, forcing it beyond the limits of the human body, only stopping when he hears that same sound of bone snapping from earlier, hears the muffled cry of agony as his jaw breaks, the tears spilling over once more.

"that bitch is my wife," roman hisses, seeing nothing but red, gore, body matter and more. "and, that was the last fucking thing that'll ever leave your mouth." a beat. "you should have picked better final words."

roman watches the man's eyes widen in horror as he shoves his flabby body over to the twins with a simple, final command.

"bring him to asylum."

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Sol’s birthday trip vibes

https://x.com/hourlyroman/status/1927177139670978790?s=46&t=yyTeD7xfdWfOjDR5YOV5zQ

"Roman!"

A look over her shoulder reveals an unfazed expression and the faintest hint of a smirk. The sun hitting him in a way that highlights the specks of gold in his brown eyes. "What?"

He continues his prior movements, spreading the sunscreen over her ass cheeks, even now more exposed with the help of his fingers that nudges the material closer towards the crack of her ass. "Don't want to miss any areas."

Solana has to shove aside the...other feelings stirred up at his "innocent" touch in order to focus on the issue at hand. With his hands. "I don't think that part of my body needs sunscreen, Ro."

More a know than a think, but something he clearly doesn't agree with given the small sound he makes and the way he shakes his head. "I don't know about that," he sighs, feigning some sort of heaviness as he starts massaging the liquid into her skin, kneading motions making her bite down on her bottom lip. "You got a lot of ass back here."

The redness of her cheeks, facial cheeks, has little to do with the intense Mexican sun and everything to do with his words. Temping, teasing, the same way he continues to taunt her with the motions of those talented hands of his. "You're terrible...."

Solana settles back on her clasped hands, allowing him to continue as he was, lathering her body with sunscreen, a task he eagerly volunteered to complete for her the minute he met her outside by the ocean. Something she thought sweet at the time--still does--though she knows now he had ulterior motives.

Obviously.

Eyes shutting, she does her best to continue to keep those thoughts at bay while he continues to focus on the task at hand, but distractions and venturing off the intended path quickly has Solana's mouth parting as hands are replaced with something different, though equally talented.

Roman's mouth is felt on the small of her back, open mouthed kisses moving upward as his hands move to the sides of her ass, squeezing and kneading.

"Roman..."

This time, she doesn't need to turn around to look at him. He's already way ahead of her, turning her on her back, Solana's chest heaving at the same time he connects his lips with hers.

Hunger. Passion. The whole nine yards. Everything that's consumed him, consumed the both of them on this entire trip. Especially over the past 24hrs. Since the moment Solana managed to break free the shackles of sexual repression and trauma that kept her from healing, from breaking those chains that kept her bound to the pain of the past and from the bliss of the future.

They've been intimate several times since then, in various parts of the house, each time somehow being better than the last. But, this current time, time meant to be a respite, for her, at least, is a necessity.

Something she has to remind him of, clearly.

"Baby..." She murmurs, Solana biting down on her bottom lip as he drops his mouth to the top of her breast, sucking and tongue claiming the supple skin. Her hand is on the back of his head, her neck craned back, unintentionally granting him greater access. "I'm...I'm still sore."

Because as amazing the world of intimacy has been to her, Solana has quickly realized there's a lot that comes with slowly and gradually being integrated into an active, healthy sex life. Especially one with a man as....well endowed as her husband. As phenomenal and mind-blowing as it is, there's only so much she can handle for a period of time. Not to mention the important element of stamina.

Roman seems to be unlimited in that area. Her....not so much.

"I know," he finally responds, shifting them so she's hiked on his lap, his eyes latched onto hers as he ghosts his mouth over the top of her breast. Then, a wicked smile. "But, there are still other things I can do to make you come undone, pretty girl."

That fluttering in the pit of her belly as she works to remain strong, despite her curiosity as to what other things could look like.

"We're relaxing today, remember?" The instant scowl that appears makes her giggle and prompts her to bring her hands to his face, placing her lips back on his, stealing one more kiss before she redirects. "Come on."

Solana hugs him, unsurprised to feel his hand move down to her ass, slapping it. "Stop it," she giggles, untangling her body from his, standing up and taking his hand, pulling him off the =beach chaise. Solana keeps his hand in hers, looking over her shoulder every so often as she leads him towards the water.

"Babe, I told you I wasn't getting in."

"I don't care," she says so freely, so carefree, instead walking backwards as she guides them into the water. Solana has to keep herself focused, far too distracted by the man that is her husband. The sun shining down on that muscular, sinfully delicious body. Water splashing against and dripping down cords of muscle, his sharp, handsome features focused on her and solely her. It's one of the things she loves about Roman. How he manages to make her feel so seen and wanted without even trying. Just one look at her, and she feels more appreciated and cherished and wanted in one moment than she's felt in the past 10+ years.

One of the many reasons she loves him.

Moving deeper into the water, Roman lifts his arm, her gaze briefly focusing on his massive biceps, covered in tattoos as he runs his hand over his hair.

Acting on instinct more than anything, Solana wades over to him and presses her body against his, holding and hugging him. She closes her eyes, so full of content and happiness. Relishing in the feeling of being safe. Something she's longed for for so long, only to find it in the least expected of places.

His deep voice sounds from above her, melting perfectly with the sounds of the waves and seagulls and aquatic life in the distance. He returns her embrace, kissing the top of her head, hugging her back.

Solana squeals when he drops his hands to her ass and hikes her onto his waist.

"Roman," she smiles, shaking her head, seeing how his gaze dips to her chest. His tongue darts out, moving over his bottom lip. "Behave..."

"Behave," he says, somewhat mocking, more leading. Another sound as he tugs her closer, Solana ignoring the press of his crotch against her stomach. "It's just me, this ocean, and my fine ass, beautiful wife, and you really expect me to behave?" He ghosts his lips over hers, Solana's fingers playing with the damp hair on the nape of his neck. "I'd fuck you right here and now if I could."

"Roman!"

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What advice do you think Fetu shared with him? 🥲

"close your eyes."

roman looks over at her, tearing his eyes from the fireplace in front of him. "what?"

fetu rolls her eyes, muttering in samoan before she reaches across the sofa and pinches his arm. "what a waste of big ass ears. i said close your eyes."

if anyone else, naturally, roman would protest. would offer a simple no that would be respected and left alone. but, fetu isn't just anyone else. not even close. he came to her for a reason. her ways might be....peculiar, but they've never been ineffective.

he closes his eyes.

"good," she hums. "now picture this. you're old. no longer young and vivacious like me." the corner of his lips tip upward, a small smile almost breaking through. it's the first time he's done so since his conversation with solana. "you've passed down the ula fala to your son. strong, handsome, and wise like his father and his father before him. he's probably expecting his own child. your daughter, beautiful and kind like her mother, the apple of your eye. the youngest two, twins, of course, since our family seems to only know how to make at least one set per family, are a mixture of both parents." with each word and description provided, roman is filled with a plethora of things he's never felt before. confusing, loud, and blaring. but also....right. it feels...right. "it's a beautiful sunday, all of the kids and grandkids gathered at your home to break bread and reflect on the blessings life has granted you all. blessings that started with you. you and the woman who's stood beside you all those years, who's loved you and you loved back fiercely and without hesitation. the one whose hand you'll hold when the day finally comes for you to take your last breath, the last words you ever utter in this world directed to her." a beat. "i love you."

if the words thus far evoked a strong visceral reaction, her next statement is the one that leaves a man who is never without the right words to say speechless.

"now tell me, atalii o le uso, who do you see?"

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i just realized it’ll be 2 years since ltye was published this month 🥹 i will FOREVER appreciate you for sharing this amazing story with us! i’m also happy that roso’s love story is not over !

omg! has it really been two years??! 😭😭😭

the way i will always be so deeply grateful to you guys for how much love and support you showed my lil' story. this thing that i was so anxious to post/share because i feared it would scare people off really turned into this really freaking cool thing 🥺💖😍

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How would Solana initiate sexy time with her husband? 🤭 cause we already know Roman has no problem doing it, and he's not afraid of coming out too strong 🥵 in the best way.... but what about my girl, once she gets the groove of things and plans on seducing him

roman knows his wife. knows her well. like the back of his hand. that's why he knows exactly what she wants before she even asks.

he's in his office, sitting at his desk when she walks in, wearing one of those fucking short, skimpy dresses that leaves nothing to the imagination. he loves them on her, but he loves them even more off her.

she gives him a small smile. "got the girls down."

it's a bit of a trial run they're doing. seeing if they can alternate bedtime duties, as lina and leya have fallen into a routine of wanting both of them present before falling asleep.

which is fine, except for when roman has to be out of town for business. or even when he can't make it home until late. thus, them trying out this new solo turn taking endeavor.

"how were they?"

she closes the door behind her, roman noticing the way she locks it as well. "lina was okayish. leya was the hardest."

he nods. makes sense. leya is the more sentimental of the two. sensitive, almost. she required a higher level of assurance than her sister.

"but they're sleep?"

solana nods, making her way over to him, her steps slow, almost hesitant, as if she's waiting for him to send her way.

like that would ever fucking happen.

"are you....busy?"

that smirk returns on his handsome face as he rolls back the chair. roman spreads his legs, again noticing the way her eyes dart to his crotch. the smirk deepens.

he motions her over with his index finger. "never too busy for you."

his eyes stay glued to her breast, her areolas already peppered against the thin material of her dress.

sitting on his lap at a sideways angle, roman shifts her so that her back is pressed up against his chest. she releases a shaky breath. "roman....."

"you wanna tell me the real reason you came in here?" he teases his tongue along the shell of her ear. "why you locked the door?" he moves one big hand to the side of her thigh, slowly sliding up her dress. "hmm?"

her eyes flutter shut, roman groaning as she adjusts herself on top of him, most likely due to the growing erection pressing against that juicy, fat ass of hers. "ro, you.....you know why....."

he smiles, pressing his lips to her temple before playing coy. "no, i don't." she gasps when he slides his hand between her thighs. "tell me."

a moan leaves her pretty mouth, edging him on even more as he circles his finger across her skin, gradually moving closer and closer to her cunt that he'd bet any money is already nice and wet.

just for him.

"roman, please....."

he shakes his head, his other hand moving to her chest. he easily slides his hand through the top of her dress, gently squeezing her breast.

she throws her head back, eyes still closed, roman granted a front row seat to one of the seven world wonders. she's inhumanly beautiful when she's so wanton and needy for him like this.

he shakes his head, one thumb peppering across her nipple, the other ghosting over the cotton of her underwear. "you gotta tell me first, baby......" he's a compassionate man. caring. it's why he allows his fingers to slip past the seam of her underwear, where he's met with the expected wetness that's nearly dripping.

he makes a sound, licking hips lips. her desire for him has to be about what and what with his right now for her. he'd give anything to have his face buried in her sweet cunt, and he just might.

as soon as she fulfills his one request.

"just say it, sol," he glides his fingers across her wet, velvety folds, solana gripping his wrist, writhing atop him. an effort to get him inside of her, to stop this torture. "say what you want papi to do to his sweet girl."

he's certain she almost came right then and there. the combination of his words, the play of his fingers with her nipples and her cunt resulting in borderline overstimulation.

but, it's effective.

eyes open, mouth ajar, panting with burning need, he matches her glazed eyes. "i want you to eat my pussy and f-fuck me, papi."

and not a man on this earth has ever been as blessed as him in this moment. roman practically growls, yanking back his hands and hiking her on her waist before he lays her down on his desk.

"you only have to ask once, amore mio....."

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not exactly what you asked for but a lil something! lol

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WAIT what was Roman bout to say before he got interrupted by the guard? Also I gotta know how Roman corrects Sol after she got all flustered about calling him baby. Great chapter, like always!! <3

a/n: this took far too long to answer, anon, and i'm so freaking sorry. 😣 so happy you enjoyed that oneshot though! 🥺❤️

Spotting another of one of her favorites, it feels almost natural as she reaches for Roman’s arm, “oh, baby, lo—”

But, she stops herself. Immediately ceases her speech, that embarrassment creeping up again.

Why did she say that? How stupid.

She shakes her head, starting to fiddle with the denim of her shorts. “I—I’m sorry. I—I m—meant R—”

“Hey.” Roman’s deep voice pulls her from her thoughts, as she realizes he’s now standing right in front of her. His hands on her face. His eyes gleam and glint with something, something that instantly calms her bundle of her nerves at a slip up that came from God knows where.

"How many times I have to tell you about that apologizing shit?" It's a question that despite the direct wording is presented gently, Solana's fingers moving to his chest, lightly grasping at his shirt. She gasps quietly when he drops one hand to the small of her back and pulls her into him.

"Ro...."

"I told you before, Solana," he starts, eyes trailing over her body and settling on her chest that brings that heat back to her face. Flames lapping within her core "You can do whatever you want to me, baby." A slip of his hand to her ass and a squeeze that has her unintentionally arching into him. "That includes calling me whatever you want." It's the way that he dips his mouth to her ear, the smallest smile on her face as she presses her palm against his chest, breathing him in when he tugs her closer for a hug.

Guilt and anxiety melted into warmth and comfort, as well as slight embarrassment when he slaps her ass.

"Roman!"