#Dexter Lumis

[kelseywrestling]

Nikki Cross as Sister Abigail Erick Rowan as Ramblin' Rabbit Dexter Lumis as Mercy the Buzzard Joe Gacy as Huskus the Pig Bo Dallas as Uncle Howdy

– THE WYATT SICKS

[rheasbrvtality]

WE GOT THE FACE REVEAL OMGGG

[heartilator]

is this anything

[mrawkweird]

Shattered but whole.

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Dexter Lumis x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Reader catches her panty thief in the act. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Panty-sniffing, violation of privacy, slight dirty talk, oral (f receiving), cum 18+ 🖤 Notes: WWE Kinklist here. 🖤 Taglist: If you’d like to be added, please click here!  🖤 Requested By: @laserpointeronasubmarine. Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

She’d never been so pissed off in her life. Having her match pulled from the show at the last minute to make more room for more mindless, repetitive Judgment Day drivel. She’d worked her ass off in The Dungeon with Natalya and TJ, per Triple H’s request, and she’d improved by miles, per Triple H’s compliments. But here she was—no match to speak of, per Triple H’s decision. As she headed down the hall toward the locker room, she glanced down at her gear, blood boiling to near combustion. A deep emerald velvet two piece that left as little as possible to the imagination—the bustier cups were cut low on her breasts, and the seat of her shorts were hemmed up to accent her trim hips and an ass she’d killed herself to build—that now may never be seen by anyone other than the people milling about backstage. She’d made the damn thing herself and had been excited to show it off, but no—thanks to Triple fucking H. Rolling her eyes, she began to remove the matching green velvet fingerless gloves from her hands as she shouldered open the locker room door. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes widening, fingers freezing.

A man was squatting beside one of her duffel bags, the one she kept her dirty clothes in. Most of his head was shaved save for the long blonde dreads on top, which were pulled back in a thick bun at the crown, and she didn’t need him to turn around to know exactly who he was. An elbow on his knee, he held a lacy, red material to his nose, sliding his eyes to her over his shoulder seemingly in slow motion. His intense crystalline irises met hers, ominous black X painted on his forehead, and it was almost like an invisible force shoving her back, warning her do not enter, go back the way you came, point of no return. But her mama didn’t raise no quitter—she’d never backed down from anyone in her life, men included, and she wasn’t about to start now. 

Suddenly it all made sense. For the past few weeks, after unpacking following a trip, she’d discovered she was short exactly one pair of panties. Chalking it up to being clumsy or miscounting, she hadn’t thought much about it. Now here sat Dexter Lumis—or was it Mercy?—a pair of her panties, used panties, she might add, pressed to his face, those sharp sapphires drilling a hole through her soul. He ascended to full height slowly, gaze never leaving her, and her panties leisurely came away from his nose, though he maintained possession of them at his side. His transgression hung heavily in the air between them, and she had to make a quick decision about whether or not it was a big deal, and if it was, how big of a deal was it?

Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside the locker room and leaned back against the door until it closed. She reached across her chest to turn the lock. “So you’re the panty thief,” she said. Dexter’s head tilted just a bit. “You thought I wouldn’t notice my underwear missing?” She started toward him, his icy gaze examining her entire body from head to toe, stopping on her eyes. “It’s no big deal,” she shrugged, “I own a ton. Most girls collect shoes, I collect lace and satin and thongs.” Dexter remained quiet, still, the aforementioned lace hanging from his hand. “But now I have to wonder …” She was within inches of him now, and he towered over her in a tight black t-shirt, equally tight gray jeans with a black belt, and black combat boots. She hadn’t been familiar with Dexter’s game until he was right in front of her, a pair of her unmentionables in his grasp. His muscles were huge, toned, tattoos decorating his arms, and fuck, he smelled so good for someone who looked like they hadn’t showered in days. She bit her lip. “… what you do with them?”

Dexter’s lucid eyes searched her face, head tilting the opposite direction. The atmosphere was heavy around them, the air conditioning hummed from a nearby vent, and there were a few broken bulbs in the overhead lights, causing a few of them to flicker on and off. He sluggishly lifted the panties in question to his nose again, inhaling long and deep, eyes closing, and the much smaller woman in front of him briefly lost her breath. As he audibly sniffed her lacy underwear, the fingers of Dexter’s free hand deftly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. She watched his eyes open and her panties descend from his nose to his jeans, disappearing within, and then he started stroking himself.

“Oh, you’re a dirty boy,” she purred, casually closing the space between them, hoping he didn’t notice her knees wobble or her thighs quiver. “Do you do this with other girls?” Dexter shook his head, still lazily jerking his cock. “Just me?” A redundant question, but something inside her just wanted the validation that this fearsome, yet undeniably provocative, man was evidently obsessed with her. He nodded in response.

“Well, I think it’s your lucky day,” she whispered. She met his eyes briefly before sauntering over to her designated locker at the end of the row. “My match just got canceled for no good goddamn reason,” she went on, taking a seat on the bench so she could remove her glittering white boots. “And since you owe me for all the underwear you’ve been stealing—”

Dexter was suddenly standing directly in front of her, and he removed his hand from his jeans—only his hand—before dropping to his knees, his bones quietly thumping on the hard floor. His radiant eyes remained locked on her, weighing her down, filling her pussy, and suddenly she was fighting for oxygen again. A pair of coarse thumbs grazed along her satiny thighs, and she was too enchanted by his gaze to notice when he hooked his thumbs under her shorts or when she lifted her hips to assist him in pulling them leisurely down her legs, over her boots, and then over his shoulder. Her heart hammered and adrenaline shot through her veins, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why until Dexter began to lower. 

Abruptly coming back to herself, she watched as he pushed her thighs apart, and she felt a cool rush of air along her bare, soaking slit. He finally severed their eye contact, focus falling to her dripping pussy, and she gasped when he licked his lips a mere second before lunging at her cunt like he would devour her whole, but stopped short of actual contact. She heard him sniff her, the tip of his nose kissing her sensitive skin, and she leered down at him with a bite to her bottom lip, watching him swipe his nose between her folds. His hot tongue slithered out of his mouth—she would swear later that it was forked in two—slipping inside her, and her head fell back as warmth spread throughout her body.

“Fucking hell,” she whispered, lasting only a moment before she had to look down again. Those beryl eyes were once more fixed on her face, but his tongue was absolutely unhinged against and around her clit, sinking inside her pulsing opening. He ate like he hadn’t in days, indecent sounds coming from both his mouth and her pussy when he snuck a finger deep within her heat, pumping in and out several times before adding a second.

“Christ,” she whimpered, rolling her hips, riding his face. “I’m gonna cum … don’t you fucking stop. Don’t stop …” She clutched his dreads, driving his tongue further into her cunt, and she erupted into his mouth, body wracked with shudders as Dexter drank every drop of her sticky cream.

When he finished, he pulled away, sitting back on his legs, and his hand coated with her cum disappeared inside his jeans where he’d left her panties. His eyes fell closed briefly, muscles twitching, tattoos dancing, as he jerked his cock.

“Take it out,” she whispered wantonly. “I wanna watch.”

The cerulean irises blinked open, and they weren’t so much sapphire anymore as they were obsidian, and the dirty boy also happened to be a good boy—he lifted his thick cock out of his jeans, no underwear in sight, her panties wrapped around his length. He resumed stroking, the red lace moving with his hand, and she had no choice but to dip her own fingers within her drenched pussy because Jesus Christ, this was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life. His hand sped up instantly, and she actually heard a moan resonate from deep inside his chiseled chest. She was sensitive enough and not far removed from her previous orgasm, so it wasn’t difficult getting there again as she played with her clit while watching her own personal jerk off show.

He yanked her panties off his cock without warning, aimed, and came all over the dainty lace, painting the crimson material in his pearly essence. He strangled the head of his dick to be sure every drop of cum had been spent before standing. He glanced at her, fierce gaze flashing over her half naked body, and he turned, heading for the door. He dropped the soiled underwear into her bag of clean clothes, likely contaminating other items, and he was buckling his belt as he strolled out of the locker room, having never spoken a single word.

[livsjaded]

this made me cry a little (a lot)

the wyatt sicks >>>

[baybaysbaybay]

Uncle Howdy vs Chad Gable Aug 26, 2024

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Dexter Lumis as Mercy the Buzzard [07 June 24]

[codchrist]

Wyatt Sick 6 lets celebrate for killing everyone backstage on Raw with a whattaburger lol

also Nikki wearing their shirt lol

@theworldofotps @axelwolf8109 @jazzy-tzw @domripley

[flight-128]

"WE'RE HERE"

[rheasbrvtality]

goosebumps 🤍

[aaronpullinteeth]

RAW ends with multiple murders and the new Wyatt Family. Horror wrestling is back and I'm so on board.

[mrawkweird]

So long as Gable wants to keep playing these games he will never be safe.

[thornebelrose]

I'm reviving my account to say my life is complete, I have seen the Wyatt Sick6 debut, this is my personality now, goodnight