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[codypunk]

seth & hunter & god as the father

akwaeke emezi - the death of vivek oji / leila chatti - portrait of the illness as nightmare / tumblr user disqualified-human-1103 / rise against - injection / ethel cain - sun bleached flies / stephen adly guirgis - the last days of judas iscariot / chelsea hodson / wwe

[rollinsland]

[jonmoxleys]

It's not just your story that needs to be finished at WrestleMania, Cody. It's my story too.

[caramelcleopatraa]

iii. SUIT & TIE

word count: 1,300~

x: Somehow a lot easier to write, so I was able to get this entire part written in a night and some change. Came out sooner than expected as well. Don't get comfortable too long, cause I got some plans for these characters aaaand some tea *clacks fan* 🧐

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, 18+, MDNI... please, oral ( f receiving)

“Didn't know that you were such a gentleman,” you say provokingly, causing him to look at you sternly. “I know how to please a woman, sweetheart.” Before you could answer with a rebuttal, he ran his middle finger down your wetness. A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back again. “You’ve been this wet this entire time? Should’ve said something princess.” His index finger dips into your pussy while his thumb rubs your clit. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his hand. He quickly spanks the inside of your thigh and you let out a little yelp. “Stay still or I'll stop.” You let out a frustrated moan, earning you another slap and he rubs the red area of your sensitive skin.

“Now you gon’ let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” you moaned weakly.

“Good. Eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

Roman wasted no time diving into your dripping heat. You sharply inhaled as Roman’s tongue explored your folds. His eyes lingered on you. He wanted to see how you react when he touches you. He wanted to see how good he can make you feel. He wanted to see how your eyes roll back when you cum on his tongue. He barely knew you, and he was never one to attach to people so quickly. But you were so magnetizing. Your presence, how you hold yourself, that attitude of yours, how you melt in his hands. It left him wanting more. Which led him to the position that he’s in right now. Between your legs while indulging himself in your sweet juices. 

Your hand makes its way to his head of hair, trying your best not to grab him for dear life. Your chest rises up and down from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. You’d probably never admit it even if your life was on the line, but you had never felt like this before. You’ve had your fair share of experiences, but this. Him. He made you feel so high off of pleasure. Your mind was in shambles already, and you have yet to cum. Loud moans shamelessly filled the empty space in the room. His hands wrap around your thighs to stop your thighs from shaking so intensely. He was making love to your pussy, and neither of you wanted it to stop.

The meticulous slow licks up your cunt made you lose your mind. His sudden change in pace left you whining and begging for him to go faster. He takes his time trailing wet kisses from your folds, to your clit, to your thighs, and any other place on your body that his lips could reach. You finally get a clear glimpse of his face. Still absurdly handsome, but now, his lower face is soaked in your wetness. “That pussy got me drenched baby.” His irresistible teasing had you rolling your eyes and dismissively waving him off, giving him somewhat of an attitude. But inside, you knew you were melting at his words. Taking the little summation of common sense you had, you retaliated. “Is that supposed to be a problem? This ain’t no average pussy Mr. Reigns.” 

“Damn right this ain’t no regular pussy,” He moans before delving into your core once more.  “Good ass pussy.”

The ruthless cycle of licking and sucking made your whole body shake. Your needy and eager praises made him smirk, encouraging him to keep going. He no longer wanted to toy with you, he wanted to make you cum. Work you up, just to be the one that sees you come down from your high feeling satisfied and taken care of. That familiar feeling came faster than you expected. You would’ve tried your best to hold it off, but considering how good you felt, you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Needed to. Your hands push at his head while you weakly warn him that you're close. He didn’t budge. He stubbornly sat there, lapping up every drop of your juices without a second thought. He wanted you to make a mess. He wanted you to drench his face while he licked up your release just to make you do it again. You were going to give him what he wanted, and he wasn’t leaving this dressing room without it. Your moans got louder, and your pleasure was steadily rising. You were about to explode. You weren't able to ignore this desire anymore. There was nothing more you wanted than to chase that feeling. 

“Cum on my tongue, mama.”

Those 5 words were enough to send you over the edge. You unconsciously looked at him to see his reaction and you found his brown eyes locking onto yours. Neither of you backed down. He stared into your soul as he licked your pussy clean. You almost thought he was never going to move, based on the way he was eating you out. Any stray drops would land in his beard and dampen the seat. His thumbs massaged your thighs as you tried your best to calm yourself down from the mindblowing orgasm you just had. Strings of whispered curse words exited your mouth. Your hands trailed down your body to meet his and you interlaced his hands with yours. He stood up, still holding on to you, and pulled you to sit up. He took a seat next to you and wrapped his hands around your waist. You were hoisted onto his lap and laid on his chest. You didn't take him as someone to give aftercare, but you didn’t reject the attention you were being given at the moment. 

“How was that Ms. Expert?” Roman says, slowly rubbing the small of your back. You laugh into his neck and let your hands rest on his chest. You use your right hand to grab his chin and turn his face towards you. “It was good,” you say with a smile.

“I was definitely expecting you to be rougher,” you say, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably in his lap. “I will be when I fuck you. I said that I would take care of you, relieve your stress. And apparently, mama said I did a good job.” You two share smiles and laughter for a short time. You loved every second of this interaction, but something was gnawing at you. You had to ask, it was going to drive you insane if you didn't have answers. 

“So is she just a temporary accessory or your bottom bitch?” You asked with curiosity in your voice. He takes a moment to analyze your question. “More like a leech,” he says dismissively. His tone conveyed that this was a topic that wasn't a big deal to him. However, you still want to know more. “Seems like you attract leeches huh?” You feel his laughter through his chest.

“Hah hah very funny,” he utters sarcastically. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because my employee wants to join your roster.”

You were deep in thought. You were thinking about so many different situations and possibilities. ‘Was he just doing this because he was bored? Does he think of me like how he thinks of De’arra? Is he just taking advantage of me?’ 

“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath. 

“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere

‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’

I hope you guys enjoyed dis one <3 as always, thank you guys for the support lovelies. tell me what you think! ( I'm a whore for comments )

~ your hippie author

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[mrawkweird]

Now shit really about to start cooking.

[bijouxcarys]

So. I have something I need to get off my chest because it’s really been bothering me the last few days and kinda made me a little self conscious when it comes to Roman but I do think it’s an important thing to talk about, whether or not people think I should be concerned about it.

So since I’ve been scouring Wattpad for some decent Roman fics, I’ve come across a lot of interesting comments by some readers and other fic writers that just kinda rubbed me the wrong way.

For instance, the OC is implied to be white, therefore the story is going to be “bad” and it’s their “sign to stop reading.”

OR,

The writer is implied to be white, so it encourages a similar response to the one above.

I understand that when we read fanfictions, we subconsciously look for what we relate to. We want to see ourselves in the story, which is why reader inserts are so popular in this specific genre of writing.

However, the skin colour of the author shouldn’t fucking matter. Why are we so bothered about that? Are we that shallow that we make an automatic judgement of what the content is going to be based off of the pigmentation of the creator’s skin??

So I was already pissed off about that and then I personally got an anonymous ask (that I ended up deleting because it genuinely upset me and I didn’t want to give that person the platform to spread that kind of negativity), essentially saying that I should stop writing Roman fics because I’m white and I don’t know what I’m talking about etc etc…

Let me just clear one thing up, yes I am fucking white. But I know that I am also a decent writer. Like every other writer out there, there are areas for improvement, no shit Sherlock. But should the colour of my skin determine my talent as a person? Well I thought not, but apparently there is a certain attitude towards white Roman writers that’s just unnecessary and, quite frankly, ignorant.

Anyway… guys, nobody gives a fuck about what colour your skin is, just write and fuck everyone that has a problem with something as shallow as that.

I’m gonna continue to write Roman Reigns fanfiction, and to that anon, suck my dick n choke 🖕🏼

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

The Miz vs R-Truth

[south-of-heaven]

Can i request Karrion Kross x Scarlett x fem reader? Maybe reader gets surrounded by a faction in a match and they come out and save her? please

Got Your Back || Karrion Kross x Reader x Scarlett Bordeaux

Summary: Bobby and the Street Profits surround you after winning your match against B-Fab. Kross and Scarlett save you.

You stand in the ring, panting slightly from the exertion of your hard-fought victory against B-Fab. But any sense of triumph is quickly overshadowed as Bobby and the Street Profits swarm around you, their menacing presence closing in.

Panic surges through you as you realize you're outnumbered and vulnerable. You try to back away, but their circle tightens, leaving you with nowhere to run. Fear grips you as you prepare for the inevitable onslaught.

Just as you're about to be overwhelmed, a sudden eruption of noise echoes through the arena. Through the chaos, you catch sight of Kross and Scarlett emerging from the entrance ramp, flanked by the imposing figures of Akam and Rezar, the Authors of Pain.

With a sense of relief flooding through you, you watch as Kross strides purposefully towards the ring, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the would-be attackers. Scarlett follows closely behind him, her expression steely as she surveys the scene before her.

As the AOP join the fray, Bobby and the Street Profits hesitate, their confidence waning in the face of the formidable opposition. Kross wastes no time in launching a relentless assault, his powerful strikes sending Bobby reeling.

Meanwhile, Scarlett steps forward, her presence commanding as she offers you a reassuring smile, her gaze unwavering as she beckons you towards her. With a surge of determination, you follow her lead, trusting in her and Kross to keep you safe.

As the chaos unfolds around you, the AOP and Kross work in perfect harmony, their combined strength overwhelming the would-be attackers. With each blow they deliver, you feel a surge of gratitude towards them, knowing that they've risked everything to come to your aid.

Finally, the dust settles, and you find yourself standing amidst the wreckage of the confrontation, your heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled encounter. You glance up at Kross and Scarlett, their expressions fierce yet reassuring as they stand by your side, their unwavering support a comforting presence in the aftermath of the chaos.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely above a hoarse murmur as you offer them a grateful smile.

Kross nods in acknowledgment, his gaze intense yet oddly comforting as he surveys the scene before him. Scarlett reaches out, her hand gentle as she brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, her touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"We've got your back," she says softly, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos of the moment. "Always."

[mith-gifs-wrestling]

As a connoisseur of hot tags, I must say that Montez Ford has exquisite form.

[codypunk]

mother and daughter by hayan charara x seth & steph

[mxmoth]

WYATT SICKS and FINAL TESTAMENT on WWE RAW | 10-21-24

[sarathewrestlingfan]

RAW

[jonmcbrine-author]

These are the bad guy thoughts in my brain coming up with villain dialogue

[mrawkweird]

That man Kross wanted to play the devil on people's shoulder and now Miz is getting taxed for it.

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

The Final Testament:Raw 9/30/24