General HCs on what is like to be Black Mask's parnter? And the man himself too? Thanks <3
Black Mask Romance and General HCs
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Time to brush your man up and out of the dumpster, friend!
TW: Unhealthy/controlling romance dynamics, BDSM, violence, smut
Trust Issues. Roman had a lot of things happen as a kid due to parental neglect and was constantly made to "toughen up" via double crossing or outright emotional abuse by his family. Then his previous partner abandoned him after he went to the criminal life. He has SO MANY trust issues that you'll either double cross him, poison him, something or other-
It feeds into a controlling nature he has concerning everything: Business, the underworld and now you! He wants to know where you are at all times, about your friends, your family. He's not such an asshole that he would tell you who to see and not see, but he has ways of making you unavailable if he decides he doesn't like someone...
Other people NEED to know that you are his. I briefly touched on this in the general kink post, but he would do the 24/7 BDSM aligned Master/sub dynamic with you in a collar if you were down. Public sex and fondling where his goons or underworld powers could see. If there's no collars, he's definitely marking you up. If you let his ego get away with cockwarming during a meeting, he'll do it. Honestly, if you don't set hard boundaries, he can and will get degrading during sex. Depends on if that does it for you!
If you DO set boundaries, though, he will respect them. Might take you telling him you're serious, but he will. Especially once he's fond of you and it's not just about sex. You potentially getting done with his shit and leaving is a threat he doesn't take lightly.
If there is any aftercare that needs to be done, he'll take you somewhere privately and make sure you're taken care of. It's probably one of the few instances you'll see a truly softer side where he's genuine, sincere and gentle. He knows the importance of fixing his things after breaking them down.
On more of a relationship standpoint, you'll be well taken care of with him. Nice clothes, fancy shit, but a strict budget on what you can ask for. And don't expect him to slip just for a pretty face. He used to work in cosmetics, he's seen beauty- it's fucking worthless and can disappear in an instant.
Be ready to be cool and collected when he loses his temper, something that happens more often than not. He'll throw things, knock goons on their ass, pull out a gun and threaten people- not you, doll, these FUCKING knuckleheads- he might fire a shot for proof into the ceiling. Hope you aren't prone to anxiety or anything!
That anger and rage does sometimes translate into the bedroom which can lead to some pretty passionate rough sex. You'll be sore after but by god, he'll make sure you're satisfied.
If anyone ever tries to fuck with you, they'll end up a bloody puddle. He'll make them suffer and let you watch and participate if you really want. If not, he's more than happy to have his fun on his own.
There's only a few things that are soft spots in terms of his life: His father, his mistake at Janus Cosmetics that caused hundreds of women to be disfigured and the failure of said company after, and his face under the mask. Don't ask about his face under the mask. As far as he's concerned, the ebony wood-metal combo skull mask that covers his whole head IS his face. You can see the outline of his burned lips just under the "teeth" of the death's head skull. He carved it from his father's casket and it became fused to his flesh after a fire during his first true criminal outing against Bruce Wayne/Batman. Sore subject.
You'll likely get caught up in his criminal business one way or another. Either to earn his trust in some way or by accident because uh hey babe, I don't mean to bug you but I'm kind of prison again-
Overall, it's never a boring time dating Black Mask.
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Such Nights as This
pairing: roddy piper x f!reader
word count: 1759
warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, use of sex toys, daddy kink
the title is from the Roman poet Propertius describing his beloved: "while I live I am hers, hers will I be in death. But if she grants till then such nights as this to me, a single year would be a long life's span; and if she gives them often, I would never die: one night like this could make a man a god!"
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When your phone rang, you didn’t hesitate for a second to answer it, knowing it would be Roddy. “Well, hello there.”
“Hey gorgeous.” His already-raspy voice was hoarse after a lengthy promo that night, and the sound swirled through your body. “How you doing tonight?”
You laid back on the bed to relax while talking. He had only been gone two days, but ever since you had moved in together and had gotten used to always having him around, his absences were all the more frustrating. The two of you caught up on everything that had happened since your last conversation (just last night), your work day and his show a couple hours earlier.
“Babe, listen,” Roddy began, his voice deepening a touch. “I really miss you, you know that?”
“I know. I miss you a lot too. It won’t be much longer, though. It’s a short trip.”
“Yeah yeah. You know, I actually got my own room this time.”
“Yeah? That’s awesome. You don’t have to deal with anyone throwing pillows at you when you snore!”
“Ha ha, funny. But I can also do what I want. All by myself. As much as I want…”
“Roddy, you slut,” you jokingly chastised him. “With all that freedom I’m surprised you’re wasting your time talking to me.”
He lightly chuckled before continuing. “Listen, I want you to do something for me. It’s not what you think.” You paused, knowing he had more to say. “I mean, it kind of is what you think, but something else first.”
“Just tell me what it is, babe.” You couldn’t help smiling to yourself in anticipation.
“The dresser in our room. Go take a look in the bottom drawer, under the sweaters.”
What the hell did he have planned? Why did he want you to dig through a drawer? You sighed dramatically as you got up. “What am I looking for?”
“You’ll know when you see it. Trust me.” And he was right. Exactly where he had said, under the sweaters, was a small box, about half the size of a shoebox, with your name written on it in his scrawl.
“Roddy… what is this?”
“Just open it, baby.”
You did as instructed, and a small chuckle escaped your lips. You hadn’t known what you expected to find in the box, but in hindsight you probably should’ve expected the sex toy that now rested in your hands. “Jesus, Roddy, you got me a vibrator? And hid it from me?”
He scoffed. “Like I don’t know about your other one. This one’s for us.”
“For us? So you want me to use it on you?”
“Eh, let’s think about that some other time. Right now I want you to use it on yourself. I made sure it’s already charged.”
“Right now? Should… should I hang up?”
“Don’t ask silly questions, baby. I want to hear every little whimper you make once you turn that thing on. I’m already rock hard thinkin about it.”
You let out a shaky breath and blinked quickly to clear your mind. Some tiny part of your brain felt nervous about the idea of using a sex toy while someone else was listening, even if that someone else was the love of your life. But some greater part of your brain smothered that thought, because you really really wanted to do this. “Alright. Do you have a specific plan for me?”
“Hmm… well you definitely should take all your clothes off. Not just your pants; everything.” As he spoke, you did what he instructed, setting the phone on speaker mode so you’d have both hands free. “Make sure you pile up the pillows and get yourself all nice and comfy.”
“What about you? Are you all nice and comfy too?”
“Of course. I’ve had my dick in my hand this whole time, just thinking about you all naked for me. Play with your nipples, pinch them a little. Do that little thing I do that you like so much.”
You knew what he meant, and you closed your eyes to imagine it was Roddy working you over instead of your own hands. As he continued his directions, you found it increasingly difficult to resist grabbing the vibrator, but you knew that the wait would be worth it. Even being in a different city, he had you obeying his every word, completely wrapped around his finger. Exactly the way you liked it.
“Alright, princess, how about you spread those gorgeous thighs for me? Don’t do anything yet, just spread ‘em. Good girl. Now just slide one finger in, and tell me how wet you are.”
“Mmm... so wet.”
“Yeah? Good. Taste yourself for me. Lick yourself off that finger and tell me how you taste.”
You moaned as you followed his command. “Tastes so good, Roddy. I wish you were here to taste it for yourself.”
Through the speaker you heard him sharply inhale. “Fuck, me too. When I get back I’m gonna make up for all this lost time. You got your special new toy ready?”
“Mmhmm.” You didn’t trust your voice; you were too caught up in the moment to be coherent.
“Good girl. Now you can turn it on, just to the first setting.” A low buzzing sound filled the room. “Nice, baby, that’s it. Go ahead and put it on that pretty pussy. Right around your clit.”
“Oh fuck.” The words were out before you realized it. For such an average-sized toy, it certainly had some power to it. This is just the first setting? you thought to yourself.
Roddy’s breathing sounded shaky already. “Don’t cum without me, babe,” you admonished him.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. I just… you sound so good, my beautiful girl. I can picture you lying there on our bed, all soaking wet for me, playing with your clit and pretending it’s me. I know you look so fucking hot like that, baby.”
His words made you whimper. The vibrator felt great, but nothing felt as right as Roddy. “You still touching yourself?” you asked, suspecting you knew the answer already.
“Had to take a break.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Hearing my girl had me almost ready to cum all over myself. Keep going - move it around, see how it feels on every part of your pussy, tell me about it.”
One hand was still on your breast, and you kept it there while you slowly traced the vibrator along your folds, pausing to press it to your entrance. The tease of penetration combined with the vibrating silicone drew a deep moan from you as your words failed.
“Oh I like that sound. You put it in a little bit, didn’t you?” You wordlessly agreed. “Good girl. Why don’t you work it in a little more? I bet that vibration feels so good inside you.”
All sorts of salacious utterances spilled from your lips as you slid the toy into your dripping pussy, feeling every sensation that it offered you. “Babe… please…”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
Truthfully, you didn’t even know what you were pleading for. “I just need you, baby, I need you to fuck me.”
“I will soon, as soon as I can. You know that. Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Click the little button on that toy. Put it up to the next level.”
Although you weren’t thrusting or really moving it at all, the added intensity set you on edge. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m so… oh my god it feels so good.”
“Good, I like hearing that.” You could tell from his quavering tone that he had taken himself in hand again, softly groaning as he spoke. “Take the vibrator out.”
You nearly froze in surprise. “What? Why?”
“Just do it.” You did. “Here’s what you’re going to do now. You’re going to use it on your clit, drive yourself insane, okay baby? And you’re gonna use your fingers inside to make yourself feel even better. Start with two fingers. Can you do that for me?”
Your own voice trembled as you responded. “Yes, daddy.”
Fuck. You hadn’t meant to say that. It had slipped out two or three times before, and you knew he was into it, but it still felt like a new and unfamiliar step.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it again.”
This time you spoke with more confidence. “Yes, daddy.”
“God, you better be fucking yourself right now, because I’m not gonna make it much longer, hearing that. You doing what I said?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Good girl. Three fingers now, okay? Three fingers for daddy.”
There were no words to describe the moan you uttered when he said that. You quickly obeyed, easily sliding a third finger into your drenched hole. With your free hand, you positioned the vibrator directly on your clit, letting it send shivering currents through your overly sensitive body.
“You sound so sexy, baby. I’m getting so close.” You noted the changes in his breath, and knew he wasn’t exaggerating. “Get yourself there for me, I want you to cum with me.”
“I’m… fuck I’m so close. Please.” You were all but panting into the speaker at this point, desperate for release but wanting to time it perfectly with him.
“Good girl. Make yourself cum, baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy.” He was barely able to pronounce the final word, he was so close to the precipice.
Hearing Roddy call himself daddy once more was all you needed. You cried out all manner of unholy things as an intense orgasm slammed into you. “Oh fuck daddy, I’m coming for you, fuck-”
A hoarse groan on the other end of the phone let you know that he too had reached his peak. “That’s it, baby, I’m coming for you too. I’m… fuck yeah… oh my god…”
For the next moment, the only sounds were laborious breathing and weak whimpers as you both rode out the waves of pleasure, thinking only of each other. You blindly reached out for the vibrator you had dropped in the heat of the moment, making sure to switch it off.
“I fucking love you so much, baby,” Roddy breathed into the phone. “I really do.”
“I love you too.”
He laughed suddenly. “Best purchase ever. It felt good?”
“So fucking good,” you answered honestly, then paused. “I still miss you, though. I wish you were here.”
“Me too, baby. I’ll be back soon, though, yeah? And you can show me all your tricks with your new toy.”
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Roxy showing Cassie off to the Minis and they're like "Yep. One of us too."
So there's Cassie walking and a line of almost 400 Minis follow her like ducklings. Good luck getting close to her without being swarmed (unless you're Roxy.)
393 Minis, plus DJ and Roxy is 395 members of the Spider Army.
Roxy shows up one day with this traumatised child like "can we keep her?" and they all start having flashbacks. Their sad wet beast of a dog just brought home an equally sad wet child. It's easier this time cause they've probably met Cassie a few times already due to her close proximity with Roxy, but how does this keep happening???
They let her keep the child of course. They've not once ever been able to say no to Roxy, this is no different. Cassie is almost immediately absorbed into the tidal wave of robot spiders and she loves it about as much as Roxy did lmao
The Spider Army is now 396 members strong!
On another note, I have a setup in my head I'm using a lot at the moment where Roxy recharges Barney the Wood Duck (Foxy's animatronic bird companion. Not a parrot because I wanted something different, ya know?) so she's here now too. It wasn't her plan to do this, but she got attached to Barney remarkably quickly and thus, maybe months before this Cassie situation, she was asking the Spider Army if they could keep Barney as well.
So now I'm imagining her holding Cassie up to them with her puppy dog eyes that always work asking if they can keep her, while the Minis agree... But this is the last one, okay? No more little guys! She's got enough already! They can't keep every little guy that happens to be very very sad near them! She's gotta stop with the little guys now!
Anyway!!! Cassie could not be more protected. If you hurt any of them, they will find you. Roxy and DJ might not have the power to actually kill, but there's 393 Minis. You're telling me none of them could do it? Ha! I'm guessing at least fifty could do it. Literally anyone walks in that could be a risk to Cassie is getting physically walled off from her. Several stacks of spiders in a row between them and Cassie and the rest are beginning to appear in the shadows all around them. It's only a matter of time before they swarm and take them away... Or get Roxy.
Nsjdjdi one of them running off to Roxy like "hey we got a problem. That guy that hurt Cassie is back. We're dealing with it, but can you take Cassie somewhere else please? Just in case? She'll want you by her side if anything happens." And whole Roxy would normally rush to get rid of the guy, she nods, wishes them good luck and tells them where she's taking Cassie. The Spider Army will deal with it. She trusts them implicitly.
And they always bring back the best stories of what went down so more than happy to let them take care of it lmao
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Why We're Tired Of Roman Reigns Winning All The Time: A Presentation
As Michael Cole will remind us with the glee of a thousand dads touting WWII trivia, Roman Reigns is now in the middle of the 4th longest title run in WWE/WWF/WWWF history. And yet we all want to claw our own faces off every time we see him win. Why are we so sick to death of him winning when two others won for far longer?
*note, I only went up to day 1500 of Sammartino's reign cause it impeded legibility beyond that
Look at this chart. Roman hasn't been winning longest, nor more frequently than anyone else. He's even keeping up with the "1 Defence Every 30 Days" stipulation. But we're all so much more tired of him.
The answer is because this is not the 80s. This is not the 70s. This is not the 60s. Even if all you watch every week is the main brand shows, it's 5 hours of WWE every single week. If you include NXT, we get up to 7 hours over 3 events. That was not the case in days of yore.
For Bruno Sammartino's first run, the WWWF put on 77 shows in total in the time I counted (the first 1500 days of his reign).
Bruno's second run had 43 shows.
Pedro Morales had 32 shows.
Hulk Hogan, the first of this bunch to hold a belt during the era of PPVs and weekly shows, had 255 shows.
Since Roman got the belt, there have been 853 shows (as of this writing, Nov 6, before Raw)
Or let's give this another ratio to make it fair.
If Roman defended his belt as often as Hogan, he'd have ~214 defenses under his belt.
~552 times if it was as often as Sammartino's 1st run
~793 times if it was as often as Sammartino's 2nd run
And a full 802 times if it was as often as Pedro Morales (who only sat out of 2 shows his whole run)
Or vice versa
If Hogan defended 18 times
If Sammartino defended 5 times
or 3 times the second run
If Morales defended twice
We're seeing so much more wrestling and so few defenses. If Roman had a near equivalent amount of shows to defend on (approximately once a month), he would have taken over 5 years to defend 62 times he currently has.
Now I'm not faulting him for wrestling as often as someone who did pre-moon landing (it's a rough sport and he's been at this a while, it takes a toll on anyone). I'm faulting those in charge who have over 7 times as many hours per month of wrestling content and think we won't get frustrated when a champ wrestles and retains as long as someone did 60 years ago.
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