#Roman Barbados

[a-little-nerdy-dude-with-wings]

presenting Roman Ragdoll Roy

he’s so sad and pathetic just like I like him

[nepotismbabyy]

I love how much the roy siblings love physical touch and comfort. Like based on the way they grew up you’d think that they may be averse to it because they never received it from their parents growing up. But there they are, always finding comfort in each other

[livingplus]

i do think its so funny that people are so convinced roman is dying that they think hbo flew kieran (notorious hater of traveling) to barbados for a week to just sit around and do fuck all

[mindelia]

no context succession finale

[rebornrosess]

anyways. so cruel of kendall to come to roman with love in the form of a hug so eerily similar to the hug logan gave him at the end of season 1 only to literally reopen the wound to his head. kendall says he wants to turn over a new leaf and yet he’s still clinging to the cycle of abuse. he doesn’t want to let go of his father and he’s ruining the optics of roman being a ceo while also keeping him from potentially healing from his trauma. a permanent reminder to roman of the abuse he sought out to recreate the abuse from his father because it was what most resembled love. why sell when bunking with your father in a mausoleum is the closest you might get to him?

[ansatsu-sha]

Kendall, Shiv + Roman / Succession S4E10

[nakeddeparture]

Roman Abramovich lost legal challenge. Sanctions stay. But…, remember when he was

https://youtu.be/ad5lrjHrtC8

in Barbados on his multi-million yacht and the news broke? Remember how he was allowed to leave? Naked!!

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[creatrixcymraes]

No you're absolutely right and you should say it!!

Not to mention that there are actual Welsh people all over the place who are descendants of actually colonised populations that were displaced and settled in Wales over the past SEVERAL CENTURIES (or longer?)*

So yeah white Welsh people need to stop acting like the most aggrieved and oppressed group in the room, and address their very real complicity in the huuuge problem of actual racism in current Welsh communities.

Just read an infuriating article (nation.cymru) from some fella complaining that the resurgence of interest in Mari Lwyd is "cultural appropriation" and comparing Welsh people to Native Americans and I am just BEGGING for Y Cymry to pull their privileged white heads out of their asses and realise that folk tales and customs are meant to be shared

[hexharts]

crying over the whole barbados part of ep10.

that being the first place roman runs to and ken and shiv having to go and find him,

them just being like little kids again in their mums house, raiding the fridge and getting scolded for playing around too noisily.

like.. everythings fine, a calm moment before the storm.

[stewyhosseini-bf]

No but what’s so funny (sad but. Also funny) to me about Kendall and Caroline‘s relationship is that she’s so disinterested in him as a whole, the narrative doesn’t even care to dig into that. We know literally nothing about their relationship, there’s no like. Childhood-moments they bring up, like we get a lot with shiv, nothing about their present relationship like we see with her and Roman. It’s literally just. Kendall bores the shit out of mom, can we talk about this in the morning (leaves before he wakes up), can you maybe please not partake in my wedding events, your father/ my ex-husband doesn’t want to see you, are you sure you want to come here (to Barbados) after specifically asking Shiv to come though. She doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck lmao….

[a-little-nerdy-dude-with-wings]

you’re an angel, I’m a dog…

art by

https://x.com/capy_clara/status/1688396896606318592?s=46

[muttsupreme]

roman roy wail-cries on the plane to barbados. he’s embarrassed, thinking the pilot will hear him. maybe you’re with him, and maybe, if you are, you hold his head in your hands as you try to patch him up.

or maybe you’re back at his place beforehand trying to patch him up and he won’t stop turning away and trying to act like - “Whatever, can’t we forget it even happened and just elope? This would be the perfect time to tell my mom I’m getting married, she’d fucking…cream her panties.” and maybe you have to youtube how to stitch - just to make sure you don’t fuck it up - and maybe he doesn’t really care if you do, because he thinks you’d do better than any shitfaced medical doctor he could call over.

whatever, just maybe.

[ambreignsfan4life]

WWE Preferences -Your 1st holiday location

ROMAN REIGNS -Dubai

JEY USO - Barbados

JIMMY USO - Maldives

CODY RHODES - Roma

SETH ROLLINS- Egypt

RANDY ORTON - Paris

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 13 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: yeahhhhhhhh this is it. THIS IS IT .... i cant believe ive been writing this for over ten months and its been a joy! thank you for being along this ride with me. every time i thought about giving up i would get some sweet ass message from one of yall and i would decide to write again.

stay tuned for more ... hehe

tw: smut, piv, mentions of unalive, mentions of death, mentions of drug use

The second time Kendall appeared at Stella's doorstep was a few days later.  He had been in Barbados with the Sibs and Caroline, trying to lock in the CEO position.  

Somehow, she again ended up on the counter, his hands roaming around her body.  Her pants were pulled down to her knees, the flesh of her thighs hitting the countertop.  

He stuck his head under her shirt, kissing and tickling her chest with his tongue.  Stella swore he came over int he early morning hours so he could catch her in sweats and no bra.  Her body was easy access to him, then.

"Ah!"  She laughed.  "Ken, stop!"

He nipped at her stomach, lowering his mouth to the waistband of her underwear.  

"Seriously.  Kendall."

He looked up at her, brown eyes begging for permission.  "What, pretty girl?"  His lips curved into a smile.

"You can't just keep barging into my place in the middle of the night."

"Uh, yeah I can."

Stella shooed him away from her pussy and sat up.  "We're fighting, remember?"

"I don't think we are."  He smirked at her.

She scoffed, turning to get off the counter, but his hands were still clamped down on her thighs.  "Okay, well, you can't keep doing this.  You didn't even tell me how Barbados went."  She trailed off, seeing the light shine in his eyes at the mention of Barbados.

"Well I was going to tell you after I fucked you into oblivion, but I guess you ruined the surprise."

"What?"  

"You know when I told you Dad named me CEO?"  

She nodded.

"Well Roman and I convinced Shiv to veto the deal.  We're fucking Lukas and GoJo."  He took her hands into his.  She was still just wearing her underwear and big t-shirt.  "It's me."

"For real this time?"

He nodded.  "Yeah.  For fucking real."

Her voice dropped, whispering, "You promise?"

"Yeah."

"So what happens next?"

"Well..."  He move closer to her, lips ghosting over her neck.  "I'm gonna be fucking CEO.  And I can do whatever I want..."  He bit down on the spot between her collarbone and her neck.  She could feel him, half-hard, pressed against her thigh.

"Mmm."  Stella hummed as he reached under her shirt yet again.  

"And then I get to spoil you, for real."  Kendall pulled her shirt over her head, nuzzling his face against her neck.  "You'll never have to pay for anything.  You can do whatever, be whatever."

She moaned.  The thought of being undeniably rich turned her on.  Their relationship was real, of course, but so was his money.  The concept of never having to pay for anything ever again would be attractive to anyone. His lips attached to her nipple, pulling slightly with his teeth.

"Wait, Ken,"  She could feel him getting harder and knew he was aching to fuck her.  

"Hm?"  He looked up from his spot, making hickeys all over her chest.  

"Can we, uh, do it in the bed?"

He grinned.  "You wanna make love, Stella girl?"

She shrugged, the blush creeping up her face.  "I just feel like we're always on the move."

They both knew that if Kendall became CEO, he would be on the move a lot more, unfortunately.  

"I know, baby."  He helped her down from her spot on the counter and led her to the bedroom.  Stella was basically naked as her back hit the sheets.  Kendall looked down at her, working on his shirt. 

She could barely wait, writhing around on the sheets, begging for him to touch her.  

"So impatient..."  He hummed, shrugging off his button down.  Her hands grasped at his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops.  She pulled down his pants--shaking fingers caressed the tip of his dick through his briefs.  

"Ahh, Stell..."  Kendall gasped at the sudden contact.  He had been holding it in, but playing with her tits had made him incredibly hard.  She reached in, palming him as he got on top of her.  

"I love you."  Stella moaned as he bit down on her shoulder.

"Ah, uh, I love you too."  He stuttered as she took him in her hand, pumping his length.  She flipped them over, kissing down his neck.  Her body flushed against his, she positioned herself at him and sunk down on his dick, agonizingly slow.  

Kendall tried to say something but choked on his words as her plush core took him in.  It took all of his strength not to thrust up and stuff himself in.

Stella moaned at the fullness she felt already.  They hadn't had sex in a bit and she was always so tight.  Half-way in, she sunk down lower, thrusting herself onto him.  She let out a small whimper, nails scratching his chest.  

"You good, ah,"  Kendall's vision was clouded as she sank down all the way.  "You good baby?"

She nodded, tears of pleasure falling down her face.  It already felt so good, she could barely move.  "Fuck."

Kendall wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down into him.  He thrusted up into her, slowly.  

"Feel good?"  He whispered in her ear.

She nodded, "Ah," He hit a spot deep inside of her.  "Yes!"

His pace quickened and he flipped her over, taking in the sight of her.  Stella was fucked out, lips swollen and core throbbing.  He almost came at the sight of her under him.  Kendall reached between them, his thumb finding her clit.

Stella cried out, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping the sheets.  "It's too much..."

His lips attached to her neck, pelvis thrusting into hers as hard as he could.

"You can do it for me, baby."  He breathed.  "C'mon."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, grabbing at nothing.  He hit deeper in her core, her stomach clenching with each thrust.  

Stella's legs started to shake as Kendall grunted, thrusts getting sloppier.  "I'm gonna come in you, okay?"

She nodded.  "Okay."

His thumb lazily traced circles around her clit, hips stuttering against hers.  After too much time away, he wasn't lasting long.  

"Gonna...ah..."  Kendall gasped against her flesh, warmth filling her stomach.  He mumbled something that sounded like 'oh fuck' as he released, relief coming out of him in waves.  She still loved him, even with his flaws.  

 Watching him come undone pushed Stella to her own high, her walls flush against him, pulsing.  Her mouth dropped open, a silent scream taking over her as Kendall took them over the edge.  

"Never leave me, okay?"  He looked down at her, chests heaving.

"I'm not going to leave you, Ken."  She touched his chin.  "No matter what happens."

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The next time she saw him was on tv, two mornings later.  It was 10 AM and she hadn't heard from him yet, which was not a good sign.  

Stella checked her phone as she turned her tv to ATN News.

"Oh shit..."  She muttered under her breath.  

"TOM WAMBSGANS NAMED US CEO OF WAYSTAR ROYCO" A headline read.

#KendallRoy was trending on Twitter.  

if i were @RealKendallRoy i would kill myself

Tom Wambsgans for ceo? Random but ok...#gojo

#KendallRoy is probably fuming 

She called him, obviously, but it went straight to voicemail.  Stella got up from her couch and paced her apartment, unsure of what to do.  Kendall was nothing without the company.  What was he going to do now?  Sure, he had the money and resources to do anything, but his family's company was everything to him.  

Stella ran through the hall, phone in one hand, the other grabbing a jacket and pants.  

"Roman!"  Stella was shocked he actually picked up.

"How did you get this number?"  He sounded drunk.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know.  Probably floating dead in the Hudson somewhere by now."

"Roman."

"Battery Park, probably.  That's where Dad used to go."

"Okay, okay."  She stopped, trying to sound as normal as she could.  Tears were threatneing to fall, though.  "Is he...uh...--"

"Is he good?  Uh, no, well, yeah, he is not good.  He'll probably be dead or knee deep in coke by the end of the night.  Probably both."

"Great.  Thanks."

"My advice, Stella?"

She was quiet for a second.  

"Get the fuck out while you can."  He said.  "Seriously.  Like, you're young, you're an actress or whatever, so you'll be okay.  Let Ken destroy himself."

"What?"  Roman wasn't wrong.  She was young.  She had her whole life ahead of her, and couldn't be the sad wife of a coke-head.  Was saving him worth it?

"He'll promise you sobriety, but he always lies.  Rava figured it out too late, I guess.  You can get out now.  Out before you're like, legally tied to him or something."

"And you're just going to let him die?"

"Ah, I'll be here when he inevitably gets out of rehab."

"But I should leave?"

"I'm his brother, I have to stay."

But could she?

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Kendall sat on a bench in Battery Park, Colin standing behind him on not-so-secret suicide watch.  

The early winter air blew in his face as he contemplated his next move.  

Kendall stared out into the horizon.  Everyone had betrayed him. 

He swore he heard footsteps behind him, but the harshness of reality hit.  No one was coming.  

The footsteps, however, got closer. 

Stella walked past Colin and put her hand on Kendall's shoulder.  He flinched, but couldn't look at her.  He recognized her by the YSL Libre she wore.  

"I told you I wasn't going to leave."

[jaebeomsbitch]

Roman Roy’s Bracelets

Summary:just a little story behind Roman’s bracelets. Based on a tweet I saw of someone asking where he got his bracelets in Barbados

AN: just wrote this after a final, not edited

Roman isn’t one to stray from his father’s idea of a “man.” He usually tries to contain his “quirkiness,” and playing a role. So he dresses up in clean cut suits, wears a heavy watch on his left wrist, styles his hair a certain way but he has a little secret. Something he does for himself to ground him, make him feel like Roman and not entirely like daddy’s puppet.

He wears chunky bracelets under his dress shirt. Making sure to keep them tucked away from his father’s scrutinizing gaze. Sometimes when he’s feeling particularly out of touch, the overwhelming sense of fear weighing over him, he shoves the tips of his fingers in his sleeve. Playing with the hanging strings.

It starts to become an unconscious thing, he seeks comfort in playing with the string around his wrist. He’ll zone out after a particularly long flight, fingers in his sleeve. It isn’t until he receives a call that he snaps out of it. Remembering he wasn’t allowed to play with them while Tom, Shiv, or whomever accompanies him on the plane.

Sometimes he has to go into the bathroom and take them off. Shoving them into his pocket so he can roll up his sleeves and finally remove his restricting suit jacket.

It isn’t until his father is dead, placed in his discounted mausoleum, that he allows himself the freedom to show them off. There’s no one there to call him a “Nancy” for wearing bracelets anymore. Of course his siblings have noticed. They knew their brother and often then not they’d hear the clanging of the beads. Roman’s eyes opening a little wider at the noise as he slowly lowers his hand from his head.

He wasn’t actually secretive about buying them, always stopping at shops that caught his eye. He’d buy so many new bracelets during his travels that he has an entire organized drawer of them. No one’s ever questioned it, maybe assuming he’d bought them for a secret lover or just because he was bored and could spend the money.

So, now he wears his bracelets proudly. Always matching them to the boring colors of his suits. When he feels bold he’ll add a brighter color amongst the matching ones and no one questions it. It just seems like a very natural Roman thing to do. Sometimes if he finds someone really special he’ll take one off, not directly giving it to them but maybe dropping it in their purse so they have a little piece of Roman forever.

[susiehunsecker-remade]

ok last minute predictions. roman is hiding in barbados with caroline and we see a shot of his room and theres a single frame where you can very clearly see an empty pill bottle labeled ESTRADIOL and then it cuts and theres no elaboration or explanation you just have to accept that roman is on hrt now. and then the rest of the episode happens idk

if this doesn't happen the show is retroactively worsened. if we pray hard enough we can force it into reality