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Bound by blood 🩸
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shadowydonutslimepony · 8 months
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Dakota slander in my mentions?
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indeedgoodman · 10 months
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vaisaur · 1 year
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(it’s me @beingtheelite)
I heard the reason they cracked up so much at Sami saying ucey/usi is because it means ‘coochie’ in their tongan language??? which is SO funny. my mother in law used to be friends with some young Filipino women and they were all in a group chat called “Pukki babes” and she told me every time the name would pop up it would make her laugh because pukki means “pussy” and honestly?? iconic
OH i thought it was fun slang for uso which means brother/sibling in samoan!! It usually gets shortened to 'uce'. V used to hearing it used in like a manly man way too but uceybox was funny to read 😂
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biancabelairs · 1 year
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it's so funny when people seem to genuinely believe the bucks invented superkicks
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artchrisdale · 2 years
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Peter Maivia
2022, acrylic on paper, 24 × 18 in, 61 × 46 cm The Flying Hawaiian
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aintnorainbows · 4 months
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Beauty Calls
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Jimmy Uso x black! afab OC
word count: 1410
Summary: Jimmy has a late night hair appointment.
Tags: sexy time, oral (m receiving), creampie
Warnings: some cursing, unprotected sex
Cool air breezed through the open windows of the small beauty salon. Leilani sat absentmindedly in her styling chair as she watched the sun set further over the Pensacola skyline. It had been a long day and she was tired, but it wasn’t quite time for her to call it a day.
If her client didn’t show soon, she feared she might slip into a nap right there.
“Girl what you still doing here?” The voice of the shop owner, Megan emerging from the storage room pulled Leilani from her daze.
“Oh I got a late client. I can close up, you don’t have to wait around,” she said, popping her gum.
She had been working in Megan’s shop for a little over a year and she enjoyed it. The owner was a few years older than her and a pretty decent mentor for Leilani who was fresh out of cosmetology school.
They’d grown a good relationship in the time and she trusted Leilani with the shop. “Who’s your client?” she asked, rummaging through her purse for the keys.
“The wrestler dude, Jimmy. You know he always slides through here before he heads out for his shows or whatever,” Leilani tried to keep her response reasonable, but she had a secret.
She had been crushing on the Samoan wrestler ever since he started coming to her to get his hair braided. They flirted often, but things never really went anywhere.
“Hm, well you be safe in here,” Megan said, gathering her things before wishing Leilani a goodnight.
About ten minutes later, Jimmy texted her to buzz him in. The tall Samoan man strolled in, his long hair tucked under a Niutat hat. “Sup, Lei Lei,” he geeeted making himself comfortable in her styling chair.
“Hey Jimmy,” she said with a smile, setting up her products on her vanity. “Let’s see what’s going on with this hair chile..”
She snatched his hat off, placing it on her own head with a giggle before running her fingers through his thick locks. His hair felt healthy and silky at the roots, but she felt a little bit of dryness and breakage on his ends where his hair was dyed.
“Jimmy, you wanna fight or something?” she asked, spinning him around to face her.
He raised an eyebrow, “Now what I do?”
“I told you to be washing and conditioning your hair between appointments. ”
“But, I like it better when you wash my hair,” he whined with a hint of flirtation. Leilani’s eyes flickered down to where he licked his lips.
She playfully rolled her eyes to prevent a blush from creeping on her cheeks. “Getcho ass over to the sink then..” she ordered, swatting him on the ass with a comb as he got up.
The water was set to the perfect temperature as she ran the faucet over his hair. A quiet moan slipped out of him as she dripped shampoo onto his head and massaged her manicured fingers into his scalp.
Leilani thought it was so sexy how his body relaxed completely in the chair and his eyes fluttered shut in comfort.
It’s always difficult to get the back of scalp from the standing angle so Leilani straddled Jimmy’s hips, sitting directly in the man’s lap as she continued to scrub his scalp.
“See LeiLei, this is why i like when you do it,” he mumbled, creeping an eye open and getting an eyeful of her chest. “That feels so good,” he practically moaned.
Looking down at the man, he looked incredibly cute and sexy laid back in the chair. Leilani couldn’t help herself, she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. She was about to place another on the other side when his eyes shot open and he turned his head ever so slightly to catch her lips with his own.
His hands found their way around her waist to steady her as they kissed intimately while she scrubbed his scalp. Leilani could feel his dick beginning to harden beneath her, and grinded back on it, letting a moan escape from her own lips.
“Shiii, it’s like that?” he said, once they pulled apart. Trailing his hands from her waist to grope her chest as they continued to dry hump. His hard body felt good pressed against hers. Leilani bit her bottom lip, nodding her head as his erection grazed her legging covered clit. “Show me what else them hands do,”
Leilani chuckled to herself, rinsing the shampoo from his hair and her hands before sliding to the floor on her knees. Her slippery fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans until they finally popped open. Jimmy shifted his hips up, helping her pull them down with his underwear.
“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she moaned, eyes widening as his six inches sprang free, ready for attention.
Tongue out, Leilani licked around his tip, swirling her tongue around it making Jimmy’s hips jerk forward. His eyes fluttered shut again, and his hands tangled into her hair. “Shiit, Lei” he moaned. “Do that again for me,”
She obliged, swirling her tongue again before taking the whole head into her mouth and sucking hard. She expertly took him inch by inch until his whole dick was down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down while the man moaned and writhed beneath her, his hips grinding in slow circles as he fucked gently into her mouth.
“Lei you feel so good, I’m bout to bust,” he grunted, his grip on her tightening. She tried to pull back, but he held on tight as his hips stilled and he exploded on her tongue.
She swallowed it like a pro, barely taking a pause before she suckled on his tip. The overstimulation got to him and he had to push her head away to catch his breath. Leilani moaned as she sat back on her knees.
“Damn girl,” he panted, laying slack in the chair. While he recovered, Leilani pushed her leggings down her waist, kicking them off and to the side. She enthusiastically climbed back onto his lap, stroking him back to hardness as she kissed him.
She guided his tip to her wet and waiting pussy before sliding down on him. An embarrassingly loud moan slipped from her mouth at the way Jimmy filled her up so perfectly when she sank all the way down on him.
“Shit pretty girl, ride that dick,” he growled, his eyes rolling into his head as he squeezed her ass cheeks and guided her up and down his pole. Her hands were in his wet hair, needing something to hold onto as he bucked up into her.
He started to circle her right nipple with his tongue, leaving bites occasionally and brushing his thumb along the inside of her thigh.
Her hips stuttered with her a rhythm as shuddering moans racked Leilani’s body.
He was panting too, nothing but fire and heat burning in his eyes as she took every single inch of him. The stretch of him felt so deliciously good, finally satiating the ache in her core.
Jimmy’s grip on her waist was almost painfully tight as she fucked herself on his dick, his plush lips falling open slightly with each rock of her hips. He groaned out praises of her name, “Goddamn Lei, your pussy gripping me soo good,”
His sexy voice directly in her ear was the beginning of the end for Leilani. She cried his name out again as he drove his cock up again, slamming straight into that spot with precision, and then she was shouting hoarsely as her orgasm suddenly surged up over her. Her skin was on fire as it awoke every single nerve in her body.
Her juices gushed over his dick, sending him over the edge as well. Jimmy drove into Leilani once..twice.. more, and then he was moaning brokenly against her throat where he'd pressed his face against her neck.
Both of them struggled to catch their breaths as Leilani slumped against him, gripping the sink behind his head for balance.
After a few minutes, Jimmy helped her get herself together, redressing before pulling her back into his lap.
“So uh, you think you can keep your hands to yourself long enough to actually braid my hair this time?” he asked, flashing that bright and jokey smile.
Leilani rolled her eyes, sucking her teeth. “Getcho ass over here boy”
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acknowledge-reigns · 4 months
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A Gorgeous Necklace | Solo Sikoa x Black!Fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!
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Description: Solo's girlfriend is completely captivated by his newest tattoo.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, Hand kink, Choking, Dom/sub dynamic, spanking, petnames (baby, babygirl.), sex, dirty talk, the usual filth.
TW// Very brief mention of some type of injury and loss of a parent.
SMUT
MDNI!!! 18+!!!!!!!
Face claim is Kat Graham.
You can find my masterlist here.
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Raya found herself in an unexpected and passionate relationship with Solo Sikoa, a professional wrestler with a captivating presence when she had honestly least expected anything of the sort.
Their encounter initially took place in the emergency room where Raya works as a nurse, Solo's brothers and cousin had dragged in him after a match gone wrong to be checked out for any injuries. Even being 30 years old, he was the baby of the group and his older brothers Jimmy and Jey, as well as his cousin Roman who might as well be his older brother too, are all relatively protective of him much to his dismay.
Raya, with her caring nature, tended to Solo's injuries, and their connection sparked instantly.
As they spent time flirting playfully, Raya couldn't help but be drawn to Solo's magnetic energy and charming smile. She couldn't help but note how soft spoken and gentle he is in person.
Raya had grown up watching wrestling as she had brothers and was raised by a single dad who were all big fans. Her dad had passed away a couple of years ago and from time to time when she'd missed him she'd turn it on.
That's why she recognized the four intimidatingly attractive men sitting there in the hospital room. The bloodline. She remained cool, calm and professional though and hadn't let any of them know that she recognized them.
Eventually, after some lighthearted banter, Solo mustered the courage to ask for Raya's number. Their texts soon turned into late-night conversations filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a growing sense of intimacy. Then he when he was back in town he asked her out.
Over the course of a year, Raya and Solo's relationship blossomed into a loving and deeply passionate connection. Raya still works in the ER. Solo is doing big things in his wrestling career. The two of them had moved in together, though between his wild travel schedule and her schedule as a nurse the two felt like they were almost never home. That's why this weekend they were spending together was so very special.
Solo had recently, just a couple of weeks ago, gotten an addition to the gorgeous tribal art that covered his arms with intricate patterns, it now included a striking design on his hand. Raya, who had always admired Solo's hands anyway, was captivated by the addition, finding the tattoos to be alluring and seductive. Her mind went straight to the gutter everytime she saw it.
As they were lying in bed together, just naked cuddling essentially, Raya gently traced her fingers along Solo's newly tattooed hand, She marveled at the intricate details, her eyes filled with adoration. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she whispered into Solo's ear, "You know, your hands would make a gorgeous necklace."
Solo's eyes lit up with desire, understanding the playful suggestion hidden within Raya's words. He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky, "Oh yeah, babygirl?"
Raya smirked, her heart racing with excitement at the thought. She nodded, biting her lip seductively.
"I'ma need you to use your words, baby." Solo said in a commanding, Dominant tone.
Raya's breath hitched at the command in Solo's voice. She could feel her body responding to his dominance, her desire intensifying with every word. She looked deep into Solo's eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Daddy. I want your hands around my throat."
Solo's gaze darkened, a mix of desire and possessiveness burning in his eyes.
"Remember our Safeword?" Solo asked her.
"Spike" Raya said with a smile, being a play of course on his finisher, the Samoan Spike.
"Good girl" Solo responded as he gently ran his fingers through Raya's hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a firm grip, he guided her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck.
Raya's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze with pure lusting coursing through her body.
Solo's grip tightened slightly, his fingers exerting a delicious pressure against the delicate skin of Raya's neck. A surge of pleasure shot through her body as she felt the power dynamic shift, her submission fueling her desire. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being completely under his command, his strong gorgeous hands wrapped around her throat.
As the intensity grew, Solo's grip remained firm but controlled. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "This what you wanted, baby?"
"Mhmm" Raya hummed in absolute bliss as he loosened his grip and turned her around. Raya's body quivered with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he positioned her to face away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath becoming shallow with every passing second.
"Face down, ass up." Solo demands with a slap to her ass.
At the commanding tone in Solo's voice and the sharp sting of the slap, Raya felt surge of arousal course through her veins as she felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation. She quickly complied, assuming the desired position.
Her body lay face down, her round and enticing ass raised high in the air, waiting to be claimed. The warmth radiating from her skin fueled her desire, making her yearn for his touch, his control.
Solo approached her slowly, his steps deliberate and purposeful. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, intensifying the anticipation that hung heavily in the air. Raya's senses were on high alert, every nerve in her body humming with the need for his dominant touch.
Solo's beautifully tattooed hand trailed along her exposed flesh, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and possessive grips. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Raya's body.
Solo's hands travelled lower, he runs finger through her wetness.
A satisfied smirk curved Solo's lips as he pulls away his glistening fingers. "Damn, you wet, girl. Maybe I should've gotten this ink sooner." He teased with a chuckle before sucking her juices clean off of his finger.
A gasp escaped her lips as he was suddenly inside her. Pounding her from behind.
Solo's powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through Raya's body, causing her to arch her back and instinctively press her hips back into his igniting a fire deep within her, building a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume her completely.
Raya's breath became ragged as Solo's rhythm quickened, his movements reflecting a primal and passionate hunger for her. With each deep and forceful thrust, they became lost in a dance of raw desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The room filled with the intoxicating sounds of their pleasure, the symphony of their moans and gasps mingling with the rhythm of their bodies. Raya's hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that Solo evoked within her.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, their connection deepening with each passionate thrust. Their bodies moved together, perfectly attuned to each other's desires. Raya's senses were heightened, every sensation magnified as she chased the ecstasy that awaited her.
As the intensity built, Solo's hand reached around to find Raya's swollen and sensitive clit. His touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The combination of his deep penetration and his skilled touch rubbing her clit pushed her closer to the edge.
Raya's moans grew louder, echoing through the room, as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within her. The exquisite tension built, her body trembling with anticipation of the impending release.
Finally, with a shared gasp of ecstasy, Raya and Solo tumbled over the edge together. Waves of pleasure crashed through Raya's body as she experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release. Solo continued to thrust, prolonging their shared pleasure until he too succumbed to the overwhelming bliss.
In the aftermath of their passion, Raya and Solo remained locked in each other's embrace, their bodies intertwined and their hearts filled with a deep sense of connection. They had explored the depths of their desires, basking in the intimacy that only their shared pleasure could bring.
"Yeah.. I should've gotten that tattoo sooner." Solo smirked breathlessly.
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msbigredmachine · 10 months
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M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Roman Reigns/Plus Size OC)
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Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday? Roman/Plus Size OC
PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Plus Size OC
Warnings: SMUT all the way, lol
Word count: 4.6k 
A/N: In honor of our Tribal Chief's 38th birthday and to celebrate his historic 1000-day title reign. Tumblr flagged my story so I had to upload it again🙄 Enjoy!
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Face Claim (Because Tumblr flagged it the last time)
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Birthdays occurred only once a year, so it was usually imperative that it was spent with the people you love. After nearly two months away from you, it was almost hard for Roman to believe that he was actually back in your arms and in your bed, and on his birthday no less. He wished he didn't have to leave you for such long periods of time, but you understood that it was the nature of the beast. You embraced this reality when you made the decision to start a relationship with not just a pro wrestler, but the champion and the face of the biggest wrestling company in the world. Still, he tried to compensate by putting pen to paper on a lighter travel schedule, as well as buying you a new dildo to keep you occupied in his absence. According to you, the dildo had gotten several workouts, and the daily, dirty text messages from him, outlining what he'd like to be doing to you, definitely helped too.
Yesterday was incredible. From the moment he called to inform you that his jet was en route to your city, you were completely beside yourself with the most erotic thoughts on exactly how you would celebrate his birthday. You weren't ashamed to admit that your hands had ventured between your thighs more than once during the day, barely paying attention to any of the meetings you were in, counting down the hours till you finally got to see him. When he showed up at your doorstep, you were naked and waiting. No surface in your loft was safe; the couch, the kitchen counter, your desk in your little office space, the stairs...you name it, Roman fucked you on top of it, only taking a break to eat some of the birthday cake you bought for him before carrying you up to your bedroom, where you spent the night licking buttercream frosting off your bodies and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of each other.
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It was just past six in the morning, meaning you still had some time before you had to get up for work. Through the white sheer curtains of your bedroom window, the beautiful red and orange sunrise kissed the rich melanin of your skin. As the Tribal Chief watched the colors adorn your sleeping face, he felt his heart swell with renewed love and lust for you. He lay behind you, with your body cocooned in his warm and solid frame. You fit together perfectly.
He rested his hand on your hip, admiring the streaks of wavy stretch marks there. His sexy little tiger. He definitely had you mewling and purring like one when he put it on you last night. Faint lines of cake frosting smudged your brown skin, and he swiped each one with his finger and put in his mouth. He then let his hand travel along your waist, awed by the mouthwatering curves that belonged to him. Then, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back into him with a sigh. You seemed to still be asleep, and he really wanted to wake you up.
So, he started rotating his hips, pressing his morning erection against your sumptuous backside, nestling the impressive length between your ass cheeks. His hand slid up to your breasts, cupping one gently. As his finger grazed your nipple, you finally stirred. Your body shifted, causing your backside to rub up on his dick, and he grinded against you more purposefully, closing his hand tighter around your breast as he kissed your neck.
"What are you doing?" you whispered, your voice throaty and scratchy from sleep.
Roman nuzzled your shoulder, pressing another kiss to your skin. "I've missed you so much, my love."
He had shown you just how much last night. For hours. Your Samoan stallion possessed the stamina of three stellar athletes and you loved it. But right now... "I've missed you too. But I need to be up for work soon," you reasoned. You rolled onto your belly, which put a bit of distance between you.
"Call in sick. It's still my birthday," he implored.
"You know I can't, babe," you murmured, resting your head atop your crossed forearms, facing him and shutting your eyes. Your thick, sumptuous butt curved enticingly in the air thanks to your new sleeping position, prompting Roman to reach out to massage one of your cheeks, groping and squeezing the supple flesh in his palm.
It didn't surprise you to feel your pussy immediately tingle from his caress. His hands on you never failed to set your pulse racing. But you needed your rest. He already had you up all damn night, rendering your throat hoarse and your limbs like spaghetti. In another attempt to deter him, you rolled onto your back, your breasts and your womanhood on display.
Big mistake.
The Tribal Chief's eyes lit up like Christmas trees. His big hand cupped your breast again, thumbing the puckered nipple, then doing the same with the other. His fingertips made a delicate trail down the plane of your stomach, which spasmed from his touch. His fingers skimmed over your sensitive pussy lips, which were still tender and puffy from last night. He started to stroke you and you tried to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but he wasn't having that shit.
"Open your legs," he growled.
"Babe, I'm sleepy," you whined with a frown on your face, "I won't get up on time if we do this."
"I told you to call in sick. I'll handle your boss. It's my birthday and I want my present. Now spread 'em."
Fuck, you couldn't resist when he got all bossy and domineering with you. Of course, you relented, your legs falling open like they always did. Why did he have to look at you like that? He was so damn fine and he knew that shit. All it took was one look into that smoldering gaze of his and you were putty in his hands.
Your breath caught as he rubbed you faster, his body shifting much closer to you, reoccupying your space. His big beautiful dick pressed your upper thigh, damn near pulsating against your skin. You couldn't help but stare at it. Long and thick, accompanied by a heavy set of balls that made you drool.
Hovering over you, Roman smirked at your famished expression, and moved his fingers in small circles, spreading your wetness all around your folds. Then, he slowly sank them into you, his groan harmonizing with yours. He could feel how swollen you were from the pounding you took, but you were so wet his fingers slid in effortlessly anyway, your slick, hot flesh enveloping the digits.
"Baby..." you gasped, arching into him.
Your little squirms of protest had dwindled, which was how he knew he was slowly breaking you down. He moved in for the kill.
"I can eat it if you want," he offered, intentionally licking his lips that were a hair's breadth away from yours, and suddenly you wanted that mouth on you more than anything in the world.
"Mmm, yes please."
Bullseye. Roman sat up and kneeled before you, spreading your legs far apart and inspecting you down there. "That's the definition of a pretty pussy right here. All beat up and swole. Did I pound you good last night, baby girl?" he asked.
God, his voice. Deep and dripping with arrogance and sex as he talked dirty to you. It made your knees weak and your pussy moisten. "Yes, Daddy, it was so good."
His thumb stroked your pussy lips, fascinated by how fat and wet they were. "Gotta taste this sweet cunt again before I give you this dick, right?"
Before you could open your mouth to reply, Roman descended on you, spreading his mouth over your core. You were wide awake now, your hand on the back of his head while he went to work. You still tasted like cake, making you that much sweeter for his palette. He drooled all over that pretty pussy, causing you to moan and whine for him. Roman slurped on you a little more before bringing his eyes up to meet yours with a lick of his lips. You were breathing deeply with your mouth parted and irises low and lustful.
"Roman..."
Ducking his head again, he feasted heartily on you, not stopping this time around. Delicious, wet ass pussy that belonged in his mouth day and night. His huge hands glided up your torso before cupping your breasts. His tweaking of your nipples caused a flood, making his mouth so watery that with each suck, his saliva made its way down to the crack of your ass. Roman's mouth was hard at work, tonguing you down and French-kissing your meaty outer lips.
You were grinding his face now, your hands grabbing everywhere, the sheets, his head, his shoulders. Your ass clenched and your hips bucked as pleasure lapped at you with the same devastating impact as his tongue.
"Unnnh fuck, I'm comin', Daddy I'm comin'!" you cried and moaned and writhed on the bed. This man was going to be the death of you. You stared at him wide-eyed before your eyes rolled back as something inside you unlocked. Your neighbors could probably hear your scream as you came in his mouth. You pushed at his head, your body craving relief but not getting it, his dark chuckle vibrating against your pussy as he refused to free you from his clutches.
Your moans and screams made his dick so hard. Roman shifted forwards to pin your thighs down to your chest, his tongue still moving like a hurricane. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but for him, you would do anything. In your spare time you would practice contorting your legs for minutes on end because you wanted to please him, because you deemed him worthy enough to step out of your comfort zone and take a little pain for. Besides, the pleasure you received in return was out of this world, so it was definitely worth it.
A weak gasp rumbled in your heaving chest as he started sucking on your clit, aiming to make you come once again. All you could hear were the wet, gushy sounds his mouth was making while eating you out, and it was enough to trigger you again. With your fingers digging into his hair, you welcomed your second orgasm of the morning with a pleasured moan. He ate you out so good your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion.
"Nah, keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I'm 'bout to tear this pussy up...again," he warned.
You could only watch, prone and helpless, as Roman crawled on top of you and made himself comfortable between your legs. He ensured to put all his body weight on top of you, and the feel of his muscles against your belly, chest, and thighs had your stomach doing flips. The softness of his full lips against your collar bone, with a generous helping of tongue, the scruff of his facial hair tickling you, made you exhale shakily. As he brought his kisses upwards, you angled your head to meet his lips. Your tongues twined around the other's for a couple of seconds before your mouths sealed together in sensual, intimate kisses.
Roman shifted his body above you, his hand slipping back down between your thighs, two long, thick fingers teasing your folds before breaching inside. He cupped your entire mound in his palm, massaging, working you until you were squirming and moaning his name. To further torture you, he ducked his head down, generously swirling his tongue around each of your nipples before sucking them one by one between his lips. The Tribal Chief found your titties irresistible. He loved them; couldn't stop touching and playing with them. Grabbing them with both hands, he flicked his tongue over them, getting them nice and wet, switching between sucking your nipples with his mouth and plucking them with his fingers. You could feel your pussy tense from the pleasure surging through your body. But you didn't want Daddy to feel left out, so you reached for his dick and started stroking him. His deep moan in reaction made you feel on top of the world.
"Mmm, that's it, make Daddy rock-hard," he whispered, watching the way you stroked and squeezed and teased him. You loved the weight and feel of him in your hand. A seep of precum made the head slick and elicited another surge of wetness between your legs. You strengthened your stroking motions along his shaft, biting your lip when he thrust briefly against your hand. With a harsh moan, he managed to break free from your intoxicating touch so he could focus on giving you the dick he promised.
Rolling you onto your belly, he maneuvered behind you, pressed your chest and shoulders into the bed, and raised your ass in the air, your knees spread wide with your feet close together and tucked under him. Perfect. He palmed each of your rounded cheeks, molding the flesh greedily in his hands. His cock strained against your pussy, and involuntarily, you moved your hips, desperate for contact. He took his dick and lined it along your slit, spreading your wetness around as he slowly worked the bell-shaped head inside you. Your bodies trembled seemingly as one as he filled you to the hilt, savoring the quivering of your pussy around his length.
"Daddy..." you moaned.
"Shhh, I gotchu," he hushed you with a low chuckle, caressing your body, making you feel good. His hands stopped at your hips and he started to move in and out of you, stretching your opening, holding back on you just a bit. He bent close to your ear, his lips ghosting along your jawline. "Talk to me, baby girl. Tell me you want it."
"I want it. Fuck me, Daddy."
"I know you do. Shit, you stay so damn tight. Good god, babe."
His breathing sped up and his grip tightened on your hips, letting out a deep, visceral groan as he thrust a little faster inside you. You fought the urge to scream as he went deep, burying himself in you. "Fuck, Daddy, yeah!"
With his fingers digging into the meat of your hips, he drilled your pussy, hard, his balls slapping against your clit. As much as you whimpered and moaned, you remained on your knees and took every inch like a champ. You could feel the head of his cock meet the bottom of your pussy with every thrust. It was a shock to your system, how deep he was in you, yet you could still feel him trying to go deeper, straining to be closer to you. Your pussy gripped him again and again and you had to bite into the pillow to contain your loud moans, your hands fisting the satin sheets. The mix of his spit with your cum caused your pussy to make the wettest, filthiest sounds as he fucked you. Eager to hear more, Roman circled his hips, pushing his dick right up against your g-spot, slapping your ass in time with his grinding strokes. Another groan escaped him at the sight of his glistening cock, covered in your juices, sending shivers down his spine. One last flick of his hips finished you off. It was an experience watching you release all over his cock, your pussy squeezing around him, your booty cheeks quivering from how hard you were coming.
"Shit." Your mouth fell open, your beautiful face twisted in blissful agony as you struggled to catch your breath.
Smiling proudly at his handiwork, the Tribal Chief squeezed and smacked your backside one last time before lying down on his back. "C'mere. Put that pretty mouth on my cock."
Managing to unravel your body from the position he twisted you in, you moved over to him and grabbed up his throbbing shaft, spreading the cream you left all over the intimidating length. You released a wad of spit on the tip of his cock and used it to lather him up nice and good. You licked along the side of his dick before taking him halfway into your mouth. Your man tasted so good, his flesh hard and smooth against the flat of your tongue.
"Mmmmm. Nasty ass mouth taking all that big dick. So hot. Suck that shit, baby, taste your pussy on it," he goaded.
You moaned at his words with your mouth full of his cock. Such a nasty shit talker, and it never failed to get your pussy Ieaking. Your hands rested on his thighs now, only working your neck and your wet, juicy lips up and down his length. You moaned on him again and it delivered a vibrating sensation to his dick, causing it to harden even more in your mouth. Easing up on him, you traced circles around his head with your tongue, drawing out pleasured gasps from him as he watched your every move with blown pupils. You took note of every little sound and moan of pleasure he made during sex...It meant you were doing him right, and you were learning to be even better to please both you and your sexy man.
"This my dick, Daddy?" you asked him.
"Yes, baby girl, it is, it's all yours." Roman hummed with satisfaction. You looked so fucking hot, slobbering all over his dick and giving it your undivided attention. His muscled hips bucked upwards to thrust in and out of your mouth. Pulling off your bonnet, he grabbed your hair and held you down on his cock, fucking your mouth over and over, at one point pushing himself so far down your throat that you made a startled sound of protest and popped him out of your mouth to glare at him.
"Hey! You tryna make me gag?" you warned.
Roman merely shrugged. "Damn right. I ain't apologizing, neither. Don't stop. Keep sucking me off."
"Asshole. You lucky I love you." You shifted your focus to his balls and used your lips to tug and pull each one while stroking his flesh pole at the same time. You could hear his gasps, feel him fidgeting, his fingers in your scalp, thanks to your ministrations. You were driving him crazy and you both knew it.
"Fuck, shit, your mouth feels so good on me, girl...you gon' make me come...Damn..."
Roman grunted deep and his big hand yanked you by your neck, shoving his dick back in your mouth where it belonged. With a firm push of your head, you swallowed him up again with a moan. Done with the games, your head bobbed up and down, dragging your lips along his cock in a tight seal, pumping him in your fist, working him into a frenzy.
"Baby, baby," Roman called for you, his balls growing tighter and tighter. Heat bloomed in his belly and his toes twisted. His fingers trembled in your hair as he erupted in your inviting mouth, emptying inside you for the umpteenth time in several hours. You caught every drop of his warm seed without making a mess. Releasing him, you opened your mouth to show him his morning nut.
"Damn, you got all of it," he moaned, taking your chin in his hand and inspecting your mouth. "Good girl. Swallow it and let Daddy see."
Obediently, you swallowed down his load, opening your empty mouth again as proof. Roman growled and crashed your lips together, savoring the tastes of you and him on your tongues. "My baby is such a good girl. Lay back down for me."
"Yes, Daddy." His dazed expression had you giggling while you moved around the bed for him, wiping the excess spit from your mouth. As soon as you were on your back, he pushed your legs up and out of the way. Grabbing the base of his dick, he wasted little time entering you again, holding himself up so that he could drop all this dick down in your pussy. You stared up at him, your lips parted almost in shock; he was so hard and so deep. You looked from his dick to his face again in a euphoric daze. He was rock-hard and digging into your wetness, the lewd sounds echoing around the bedroom. You went to rub your clit but he smacked your hand away.
"Uh-uh, hands off my pussy. I warned you last night about touching this pussy without my consent." As punishment, he picked up the pace.
"Oh my god," you gasped.
His grin was wicked as he watched you push at his abs to no avail. "Haha, I ain't going nowhere, baby. Take this dick like you took it last night. I ain't pulling out neither, you know Daddy don't like to pull out. Now hold your legs up for me."
Before you knew it, you found yourself clasping your calves and rearing your legs further back, allowing him to have his wicked way with you. You were trapped beneath him with nowhere to run, just how he liked it. He rocked that big ol' dick into you, grinding his hips in the most artful way, his body rolling, ebbing, flowing, plunging, making you feel every inch and making you fall in love with him all over again.
And to think, people called missionary boring. The man you were fucking made sure no position was boring. Not many women were as lucky as you were, to have a passionate, attentive partner who knew exactly how to please you.
"You fuck me so good, baby," you praised him, your voice a high-pitched, breathless mewl. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”
"Uh huh, you’re making a mess on my cock. I love it. You know I love taking care of my girl and my pussy," he answered, leaning down for a tender kiss.
"You always take good care of me, Daddy. I love you so much."
"I love you too, my sweet girl." Your affirmations seemed to turn him into an animal, as his thrusts became harder, deeper, rougher, the big bed rocking from his forceful movements. He could see your grip on your legs slipping so he grabbed them for you, pinning them down to the bed by the back of your knees. Your toes curled in the air as he kept up his electrifying strokes. The heat you felt creeping up was so strong that you shut your eyes tightly in anticipation. A flood of warm liquid gushed out of you and all over his already creamy dick, making you both moan out loud. When he slipped out of you, you shivered, and then just about fainted when he crept downwards and put his mouth back over you.
"Unnnhhh shiiiit..." you breathed, as he slowly worked his tongue in and around that sweet spot he had since mastered, slurping up your cum juice. You squirmed and squealed helplessly, tears springing to your eyes as another delicious climax built up inside you. Your head fell back onto the bed, incapable of doing any other thing except moan and cry. Too spent to scream, you could only make strangled sobs as another orgasm wracked your body yet again.
When he glided his dick back inside your now sensitive cunt, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Roman groaned as you tightened around him, your walls suckling him inch by inch. Bracing himself up with his powerful arms, he nudged your legs up onto his broad shoulders, giving you the perfect view of your pussy taking all his big dick. You turned your head every which way, your weakened body bouncing from the moderate pace of his thrusts. Roman chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his deep, raspy laugh almost taunting.
"Aww, you don't wanna look at me, beautiful? Can't handle how good this dick is?" he teased, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before swiveling his hips around and around, burying himself inside you. "Mmm, you like this, don’t ya? I can tell you like it. You're squeezin' the shit outta my dick. Bet you're feeling real good right now..."
More than good. You were as wet as a waterfall and floating high as a kite right now. Your head arched back into the pillows as he kept putting that dick in your stomach, your voice now hoarse from all your moans and cries. Roman brought his face closer and reacquainted his tongue with yours, absorbing your moan as you tasted yourself in his mouth. In turn, you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Through the haze of passion, you honed in on the sounds of pleasure he was making, the relentless steadiness of his strokes, driving into you with enough momentum to sink you into the sheets.
"God, your pussy is incredible, baby," he murmured under his breath between heated kisses. "Goddamn...I'm 'bout to fill that pussy up, put a damn baby in you."
The waves of searing pleasure rolled outward from where your bodies connected. Roman felt the pull as his balls tightened, inducing him to fuck you harder, faster. You could feel it too, and you reached behind him to rake your nails down his lower back, desperate to end this before you lost control of all your senses and capacities. That small slice of pain was enough to push the Tribal Chief over the edge, your name grinding past his lips as he spasmed inside you. He forced himself as deep as he could down your pussy, emptying his cum in you. Your muscles clenched around him, milking every drop, pulse after pulse of almost painful pleasure mixing with the roaring in his ears. The twitching of his dick ignited another shockwave through your whole body, making you tremble one last time in his arms in a spine-tingling, bone-melting orgasm of your own. 
When it was all over, you crawled away from him, lying spread-eagled, gasping for air, your hair a mess. He lay sprawled beside you, gently tracing the love marks he left on your backside and hips. You were too tired to even turn your head, so you missed the victorious smile on his face as he surveyed the 'damage' he caused.
"You good, baby?" he asked you, his fingers massaging your waist in small soothing circles.
There was a faraway look in your eyes. You felt woozy, your body weak and sore from pleasure. You did not mince your words when delivering your assessment. "You a damn demon."
The twinkle in his eye was just as devilish. "And you love it," he replied with a confident smile, "Am I right, sweetheart?"
Fuck. This man was indeed going to be the death of you. "You know you are," you said softly. Craning your head to check the time on your phone charging on the nightstand, you kissed your teeth tiredly. "I'm gonna be so late."
"I thought I said you should call in sick. Here, let me do it for you." He picked up his phone and searched for a contact. You spied the name he was calling and had to fight back a smile.
"I should never have given you my boss' number," you griped, albeit good-naturedly.
"Come on. He loves ya boy," he chortled. He was right, your boss George was a huge wrestling fan and worshipped the ground Roman walked on. You half-listened to their conversation, holding back a giggle at the serious professional tone your man was using. Severe food poisoning, he said grimly, that it did not look good, and he was taking you to the hospital shortly. He put his phone away with aplomb. "See? Done. I told you Daddy always takes care of his baby girl," he said proudly. "Now we can stay in bed all day and eat more cake, among...other things."
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you would have laughed if you weren't so exhausted. Thank God you didn't have to get up anymore. You allowed him to wrap his big arms around you, and you snuggled into him, letting him envelop you in the loving protective way he always did. A happy sigh left your lips as you felt his own press against your temple, whispering words of love to you, permitting you to fade back to sleep, completely and utterly satisfied.
THE END
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Thoughts?  The Bloodline may be falling apart but our smut will never die, lol.
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Press Play Pt. 1
Roman Reigns x Black Female! OC! (Xena)
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut, sex tape, leaking of relations, angst, breaking up with Roman, and a cliffhanger 🙂.
“Being the girlfriend to a famous divorced father of 5 wasn’t your plan at 26 years old. You trusted him with your life, so you agreed to film a little something, but now you regret ever meeting him when your whole life is exposed.”
A/N: The first part to my three part series, the next two parts will be out on the next two Sundays!! I’M SO EXCITED, I’m showing substance 😆!!
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“Turn on the camera baby.”
“Arch your back.” Roman gave a swat to Xena’s ass as she failed to arch her back.
“I can’t, it’s too much…” She begged for him to show mercy, but he still wasn’t satisfied.
As Roman’s iPhone recorded the whole thing.
Wanting to spice up the relationship, Roman asked if it’ll be okay to film some personal tapes. In order to suffice the physical intimacy when they were away from one another.
Little did she know…
“I’m not gonna say it again, arch that FUCKIN BACK NOW!!” Following his orders and wanting to cum again so badly after being denied, Xena let her back arch and stretched her arms forward.
“That’s it baby, now look at the camera while I fuck the shit out of you.” Xena’s eyes glossy as she stared up at the 6.7” screen showcasing the vision of her Samoan beast, body clad in sweat dripping from his head to his toes.
He slowly stretched her cunt out with deep strokes, taking the breath out of her as she looked at his eyes through the screen. Xena fell underneath his spell once again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her g-spot being hit instantly.
Once his assistant, now his girlfriend of 3 years. After a messy divorce with his wife, Xena soon came into his life and the rumors began.
“New Assistant?! More Like Old Affair.”
“Young Woman Nabs An Almost 40 Year Old Professional Wrestler, Roman Reigns.”
“Roman Reigns’ New Slut Gold Digging Girlfriend.”
They were harsh, but Xena was tough.
It had been almost 7 years since she watched WWE, and she remembered Roman during his Shield days and the roaring boos of the Big Dog. But, he did a complete 360. Bigger build, bigger personality, and a different outlook of his career in general.
Xena had no intention of even starting a relationship with him, but everything fell into place.
“Right there, please.”
“Please what mama?! Tell the camera what you want.”
“I want your cum to fill me to the brim.”
“Ya wanna have my baby you little slut?!”
“Yes daddy please.”
His pace quicken, his dick gliding in and out of her pussy smoothly. Xena’s ass galloping against his toned thighs. Roman’s thumb lodged into her winking hole, beating her cunt into a pulp. Her head bowed down into the sheets, writhing at the immense pleasure. Soon to be lifted up, staring directly at the camera.
“Take this dick and say ‘I’m a little slut.’ Go ahead. Straight into the camera.” Saliva decorating the entirety of Xena’s chin as she babbled. “What was that baby they can’t hear you?!”
“I’m SUCH A LITTLE SLUT!!”
“Good girl.”
“FUCKKKKK!! I’m gonna cum, keep fucking me please!!”
Roman’s thrusts hit harder and harder and harder, so hard the Xena was almost sent flying into the camera. Her pussy began to convulse as it was obliterated by a giant Samoan cock.
Xena’s arch reversed as she reached her high. “Fuckkkk..” A guttural grunt came from the mouth of the Samoan as he spilled his seed inside of pulsing cunt. He pulled out as Xena laid slump on the bed.
“That’s a wrap folks.” Roman ended the video. Roman’s choice of recording was clips on Instagram. How smart… As he went to turn off his phone and get a rag for Xena, his finger slipped and he pressed “Add to Story.”
He grabbed a rag and cleaned her up. Putting his phone in charge, it was now set to self destruct.
The Next Morning.
Xena woke up to the sound of her buzzing and vibrating phone. She sees 20 missed calls from her best friend. High on alert she called back. “Taylor what happened? Is everything okay?!”
“Your sex tape is ALL OVER THE INTERNET!!”
Chuckling, “What are you talking about Taylor?! Tell me you’re joking…”
“I’m serious and it’s trending number one on Twitter.”
Checking social media, her getting the shit fuck out of her was sprawled number one all over the internet.
All the breath was sucked out of her as she felt the urge to cry, but then a surge of pure anger came over her.
She turned to a peacefully sleeping Roman and repeatedly slapped him across the chest. Jumping up from his sleep, using his arms to bar the attacks. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“I HATE YOU, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”
“What are you talking about?!”
In a broken voice, “You released our tape last night?!”
“WHAT?!?!”
“IT’S ALL OVER… EVERYWHERE!!”
“I never released our tape.” Checking his phone, Roman realized what happened. He accidentally released their tape on his Instagram story. Even though it was 1 minute, that 1 minute went a long way through the internet.
“Baby it was an accident.”
“I can’t believe you did this to me, after everything the media already says about me?! You’d betray me like this…”
“Baby please my finger accidentally slipped last night when I was closing my phone. I promise on everything, it was a mistake.”
“You’re right. This whole thing was a mistake.”
Grabbing her belongings from the closet, she threw on her crocs and shorts, and stormed downstairs. “Baby stop.” Roman putting on his sweats while running down the stairs.
She placed her items in her car and slammed the door before Roman could reach her. He banged on the window begging for her forgiveness. Rolling down the window slightly, “We’re done.”
And with that she backed out of his driveway, with his mind spinning about when he would see her again.
He collapsed to the ground and cried.
“I’m sorry.”
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Will Xena hear him out or shut him out completely?! How will this breakup affect Roman’s career?!
Find out next week on “Press Play.” 😜.
THE END!!
That was a little rollercoaster, but I hoped you all enjoyed and I released this way too late, I’m so sorry ☹️.
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Black Magic 5 (18+)
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Warning: Language, Smut
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A/N: Remi spends the day with The Bloodline.
Get Caught Up: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Blood Moon
“How did your family get rich? Blacks in the south…I can imagine it’s difficult.” Jimmy asked as they piled onto the bus for the haunted New Orleans tour. “The simple answer would be white guilt and luck.” Remi laughed. “Really? What’s the non-simple answer?” Jey asked. “During the war, my ancestors stole Confederate gold and bankrupted their whole war effort. Not to mention that the Union Army had much better weaponry and fighting forces. The Confederacy had a bunch of rich boys and farmers.” Remi spoke softly, not wanting to disrupt the tour guide's introduction. “Why don’t you offer a haunted tour?” Joe whispered, noticing a faint wild scent covering her: Artemis. “I try to shy away from exposing that part of the city. The supernatural community encourages just enough to keep things interesting. It’s a group effort.” Remi spoke. “Uh oh Jey, I think you just lost your wingman. Look at him! He’s in love.” Solo laughed to his brothers.
“How was your massage? You look very relaxed. But I may have something to do with that.” Joe smiled, wrapping his arm around Remi’s waist. “Ohh you got it bad!” Remi teased, poking him in the ribs. “Maybe I’ve fallen under your spell Remi.” Joe laughed, inhaling her scent. “Why aren’t you freaked out by this whole *exposes fangs* thing?” Remi questioned. “I dunno. I should be but I’m chillin. I think it’s cool. You’re a pretty black vampire, I’m Samoan….we’ve all got our thing. I do have tons more questions for later.” Joe laughed. “So you want to play Interview With A Vampire? The questions better be good.” Remi laughed as Joe showed her a pic that Jimmy had snapped and dropped in the group chat. “Like I said…you got it bad! You’re so cute when you’re smitten.” Remi laughed as they listened to the tour guide give the introduction to the cemetery tour. “Will we find a tomb with your name on it?” Joe laughed. “We have a family crypt here. A Remi Laurent had to die at some point right? I tell people that I’m named after her. Hey, I’ll catch up with y’all. I have to go see a friend.” Remi spoke, Joe nodded and continued with the tour group. Remi walked a few minutes before reaching her destination: the tomb of Marie Laveau. Surprisingly, there was no one there. She pulled out her offerings of rum, a cigar, 7 dimes, 7 silver coins and a magnolia bloom. Remi lit a candle and felt herself wrapped in the warmth of an old friend. “I thank you for this eternal gift.” Remi spoke. She chanted like she used to do with Marie during their rituals. The flame from the candle shot up into the air above the candle before extinguishing quickly. Remi was preparing to leave when a large black snake slithered around her wrist. “I love you too Marie. I’ll visit again soon.” Remi smiled as she set the large black snake free into the grass.
Remi caught up with the tour group as they were approaching the Laurent family crypt. “Aye shawty, these yo people? Your last name’s Laurent right?” Jey asked. “Yo Uce, have some respect, them probably the white Laurents anyway.” Jimmy grumbled, elbowing his brother. “My last name is French creole. And yes these are my people. But obviously there are white Laurents as well. Black Laurents are just better!” she laughed arrogantly. The crypt was adorned with beautiful, fresh roses. Remi had them refreshed as needed, because the remains of her parents and the fangs of her maker were inside. “You were named after one of your ancestors? That��s pretty dope.” Sefa spoke, pointing to the name plate with ‘Remi Laurent’ on it. Joe muffled a laugh as Remi elbowed him softly in the side. The group kept walking when Remi’s phone rang, it was the sound of a growling wolf. “Artemis, what is it?” she sighed. “Wrestlers Remi? Seriously?” he growled. “You sound jealous darlin.” Remi laughed. “Which one? I’m thinking the blonde one or the one with the long hair. No…it’s DEFINITELY the one with the hair. Is his name really Rom….Joe Anoa’i. Hmm…Ok Joe Anoa’i, tell me your secrets.” Artemis grumbled as he typed his name into his computer. “Why are you like this? Do you know how many unsavory men I've drained over the years?” Remi sighed. Ever since he imprinted on her back in 1984, Artemis has been the sexiest thorn in her side. No matter how many times they broke up, he couldn’t stay away. Being too far away from her brought him physical pain. He wanted to be by her side forever, but it wasn’t possible. Remi was in this same cemetery, during one of her talks with Marie where she received the most devastating news of her afterlife.
“You can’t change no Rougaroux. Remi, he’ll die! His kind have to lead mortal lives. Ain’t no magic spell around that. Not even the Baron can change that ‘Chere. I’m sorry, I know how you love him.” Marie’s voice spoke through the haze in Remi’s mind. Her body sat on the ground in front of Marie’s tomb, frozen in time but tears streamed down her face. Artemis was her world and Remi was his but they couldn’t be together until the end of time. He aged slowly, but he still aged and would eventually die. They couldn’t have children and now they can’t even be together forever.
“I know, baby. I’ve watched you do it. I’ve brought them to you. And I’ll continue to do it for as long as you need me to.” Artemis sighed, feeling her energy darkening. “Remi, don’t go to your dark place. Come back to me in the light my love.” Artie’s growl vibrated in his chest. He hated when she was sad, cuz then he was sad. “Ok, I’m ok.” Remi sighed, shaking the darkness off. “Are you gonna bite him? If you can? Doesn’t matter, I’ll still beat his ass!” Artie laughed, trying to lighten the mood of the conversation. “Of course you will, baby. Did you really just call me to ask me about them?” Remi grumbled. “Of course not. I was looking through my calendar and it’s time for your handgun recert. And…there’s a Blood Moon coming up and I was hoping that we could go down south. Unless you’re going to be with him.” He laughed. “Artemis Deveraux, you know you’re the number one manbeast in my life. My full moons will always belong to my favorite Rougaroux.” Remi smiled. “And after I’m gone?” Artie sighed. “Artemis, I don’t even want to think about that. You know that I’ll never get over you, but each full moon…I’ll bring flowers to the spot we met and I’ll ugly cry. Then probably go kill something.” Remi laughed. “I’m glad to know that’s how you’ll remember me. I’d remember you the same way.” Artemis growled. “I gotta go Artemis, darlin. I’ll check in a little later.” Remi smiled. “Please do, you know how I worry when you’re with humans. I love you Remi.” Artemis spoke. She loved how soft and sultry his voice got when he said those four words. “I love you too Artie. Now get back to work!” Remi laughed before ending the call.
“I was wondering where you had dipped off to. You good?” Joe wrapped his arm around her waist. “Yeah, this place brings up some memories both good and bad. I been coming here for a very long time. I know people laid to rest here long before these crypts were built.” Remi smiled, brushing her curls back off her face. “One day, you’ll have to tell me about New Orleans back before it became all this. Damn, I bet you tell the best stories.” Joe spoke, planting a kiss on her lips. “So we kissing each other now?” Remi laughed as they sat back down on the bus to continue the tour. “It’s…there’s something about you that makes me want to kiss you. Like you have some type of hold on me. Is it black magic?” Joe laughed, remembering that they were just at the tomb of Marie Laveau. “It’s not my fault that whatever you are wants to be tangled up with the likes of me!”
“I like her, Joe. A lot better than that Laura chick you’re messing with. Were messing with? I haven’t heard you talk about her in a while. But Remi? She’s fine and she got a little power which is sexy as fuck.” Jimmy laughed as they watched Remi drive away in the back of a white Rolls Royce truck. “She seems sweet. Like she’d make you a good ass meal, then take you to her bedroom and make you see God!” Sefa grumbled loudly. “What he said!” Joe laughed at Sefa who was blushing, his intrusive thoughts jumping out. “Oh she made you see God?” Jey teased. “It was like she was making love to my strands of DNA. She lives rent free in my head.” Joe admitted. “Let me guess…you ending up back in her bed tonight?” Jey asked. “Uce, I’m tryin! But I’m not trying to get in too deep since I’m about to be in Germany for 3-4 months shooting this movie.” Joe sighed, the timing of him falling hard for Remi wasn’t the greatest.
“Look at you…back darkening my doorstep. Come in, come in.” Remi laughed as she stepped aside for Joe to enter her home. “How many times do I have to keep telling you? You have me under your spell. I can’t stay away from you if I wanted to.” Joe moaned, pulling Remi into a kiss. “Don’t you want dinner first? Gumbo is always better the 2nd day.” Remi laughed, Joe hoisting her up around his waist. “There’s time for that later!” He growled, carrying her up to her bedroom. He closed the door behind him and sat Remi on her bed. “Strip!” He commanded. “Nuh uh, a vampire answers to no man!” Remi laughed. “Strip!” he commanded again. Remi laughed, this was going to be fun. “No, be a good boy and take your pants off for me and put them on the chair.” Remi spoke softly, her words wandering around in his mind. He couldn’t help but to take his pants off, fold them neatly and place them in the chair as she had commanded. She untangled her influence from his mind, snapping him back to the present moment. “That was weird! I knew what I was doing and I was powerless to stop it.” Joe growled, pushing her back to the bed. “Oh the things I could make you do…but I want you in complete control of yourself when we’re together.” Remi spoke, pulling his lips to hers once more. He pulled her leggings and her panties down her legs. She sat up to remove her shirt before falling back to the bed, her full breasts bouncing as she hit the mattress.
Joe climbed on to the bed, pushing Remi’s thighs up against his chest. The tip of his brick hard dick danced across her slick folds. “Looks like you’re in the mood to be a tease tonight.” Remi laughed. “That was the plan but after tomorrow I’m headed to Germany for 3 months to film a movie and you won’t see me unless you come over there. I’m kinda hoping that you will.” He smiled, kissing her lips. “Germany’s not bad. I might come…and then I’ll make you cum.” Remi moaned as her body reacted to his touch. He wrapped her left thigh around his waist as he pushed deep into her warmest embrace. Joe leaned forward, crushing her lips against his. Her hands tangled in his thick black hair, he moaned into her. “Mmmm fuck woman! I’m surprised you don’t have a line out the door! No man in his right mind could turn you down.” He growled, his orgasm racing towards him after only a few strokes. Remi could feel his pending explosion, he wasn’t going to last long. “Let it go baby, it’s ok.” Remi spoke as droplets of his sweat sizzled against her brown skin. Joe rolled over so that she could be on top. “Mmmm!” Remi moaned, feeling his length pressing against her g-spot.
Remi’s hips rolled torturously slow as Joe’s hands roamed over her warm skin. “You’re too good at this.” He whimpered through gritted teeth as his climax destroyed him. “Good boy.” Remi spoke, placing soft kisses on his trembling lips. Her hips rocked towards her own ending but it would be up to her to get herself there, as Joe was fading quickly beneath her. That’s when Remi felt a familiar warm tingling in her spine, followed by a voice in her mind. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy will get you there.” “No, you can’t be here!” Remi’s mind spoke back. “I’m always exactly where you need me.” He spoke, his tongue traveling down her spine. Remi pulled Joe’s hands to her hips as her orgasm bubbled to life. “You’re so damn pretty!” Joe whispered. “He’s right, you are pretty. A fuckin goddess! My goddess. All mine.” his voice whispered in her mind. Remi moaned loudly, feeling his fingertips and lips along the back of her neck. Joe’s lips kissed along her collarbone. “Ohhh fuck mmm! God!” oozed from Remi’s lips as her orgasm washed over her in intense waves. Her body shook in pure ecstasy as she struggled to not call out his name. She collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. “You’re the best.” Remi breathed as her heart raced.
“Mmm hmm.” Joe mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
“I know, baby. I know.” Artemis growled from the depths of her mind.
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wrestlersownmyheart · 15 days
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I'm just going to post this here...
Black, white, Samoan, Native American (I'm part Cherokee and Blackfoot btw. I have pale skin and blue eyes, but it doesn't make me any less Native American), etc. It doesn't matter to me what someone's skin color is. I have the right to dislike or be put off by a wrestler or celebrity for *VALID* reasons. If I dislike someone it's because they rub me the wrong way, or because of something they've done or said, or because they get shoved down my throat. NOT because they are of a certain ethnicity.
I'm just seeing a lot of posts over the past months about how if you don't like this wrestler or that wrestler (or certain celebrities), you have to be racist. And that is potentially a load of bull.
For instance, if I dislike Nia Jax, how about the fact that it has ZERO to do with her being Samoan. And it has everything to do with the fact that she's not a safe wrestler, and I cringe every time one of my favorite wrestlers have to wrestle her. Not to mention, she has a sucky attitude problem.
My point is, quit labeling people racist when maybe they have legitimate reasons for disliking someone. Maybe that wrestler/celeb is just not someone's cup of tea. And that is okay! We all like who we like and dislike who we dislike.
And another thing, calling someone you deem racist a derogatory term of your own isn't exactly the "right" thing to do either. If you legit suspect someone of being racist, just be the better person and walk away. You don't have to name-call and whatnot to prove your point. You only make yourself look as bad as the other person.
Be the better person.
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southerngirl41 · 11 months
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Lead You On
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Emery (OC) x Jey Uso x Seth Rollins x Jimmy Uso x Roman Reigns *I'll be using thier real names*
Tag list: @mohawkmama @vebner37 @jeyusos-girl @cyberdejos2 @sunflower-leigh @harlem11680 @cococodysleevelesshoodie @thesamoanqueen @jstarr86 @vibessonvibes @harmshake @christinabae
*let me know if you'd like to be added*
Warnings: 18+, lots of drama!
Part 1
December in the Heyman household was always a chaotic time. With a Jewish father and Christian mother there were a lot of celebrations going on that required Emery’s presence. She loved coming back home to New York, the hustle and bustle of the city during the Holidays always made her nostalgic. She stepped out of the Uber and walked the few stairs up to her parents' Manhattan Brownstone. Knowing that her father was probably on a call and her mother was out shopping she quietly opened the door and pulled her luggage into the hallway.  “Daddy?” she called out, waiting for him to answer, when he didn't reply she went in search of him. She heard his voice booming from his second floor office. She quickly jogged up the stairs and stuck her head in the door. Her father’s eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter standing in the doorway. He put his hand over the phone saying, “I’ll just be a minute honey.” She smiled in return and sat down in the dark brown leather chair in front of his desk, listening to him finish up his business on the phone. 
Her father, Paul Heyman had been involved in the Wrestling business in some form or fashion since he was a teenager. He’d been a promoter, a producer, a manager, announcer… you name it, he’d probably done it at least once. He was definitely the best in the business when it came to adapting and being anything he needed to be. She admired that about him. 
Emery grew up around all the great wrestlers. She’d probably been to more shows in her lifetime than most of the guys on the roster had wrestled in; she loved every moment of her childhood. So it had really surprised her father when she chose to move to California and become a teacher. He'd never admit it to her but he secretly hoped she'd follow in his footsteps.  And there were times when it crossed her mind as she watched the shows every Monday and Friday nights. In her mind, that ship had sailed and at thirty six it was a little late to try to break into the business.
Emery was lost in her own thoughts when her father hung up the phone.  "How's my favorite girl?" Her father asks from behind the desk. She turned her attention back to him, smiling,  "A little tired but happy to be home." Her father had offered to fly her home on his private jet but being the practical person that she was, she flew commercial, no need to waste money you didn't need to waste.
"I feel like you haven't been home in months!" He says, shuffling around what looked to be contracts. "I was just here for Thanksgiving Dad; a few weeks ago."
Her father shrugged,  "So sue me for missing ya! You're my only kid!"
She kicked off her shoes, pulling her knees to her chest, leaning back in the chair remembering all the times she'd played in this very office as a child.  It always seemed so grand with its tall wooden bookcases and memorabilia hanging on the walls. There were pictures of her being held by Vince McMahon, Hulk Hogan, one of her riding on the shoulders of Afa, one of the Wild Samoans. Pictures of her with Randy Orton when he was just a boy when his father wrestled. Pictures of her with the Uso’s and their father Rikishi as teenagers. Emery was thankful for all the amazing memories that were captured throughout the years.
"We've had a pretty good life daddy." 
Her father smiled,  "Yes we have honey."
"Thank you for letting me be a part of all this." She says gesturing around the room. Her father stands up, walks around the desk, "Come here." He says holding his arms open, she wraps her arms around his round frame, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather share this with. Now, tell me what's got you feeling so sentimental?"
Emery chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, "I don't know,  something about being home and the holidays always makes me feel that way. Plus you've got all the guys coming tonight and you know…"
"You haven't seen him in years honey, it'll be fine. Besides, there will be a lot of people there you haven't met."
"I guess."
That night Emery was finishing up her makeup when her mother popped her head in the door, "Hi sweetheart, you almost ready?" She looks up smiling, "Be down in a few." The doorbell had rang no less than fifteen times since she started getting dressed for the evening. This party used to be a small, intimate dinner, her father would only invite a few select people in the business. Over the years it had morphed into something beyond just a dinner. There were no less than a hundred people, it was the place to be, the party to attend. There would be entertainment and expensive liquor and stories being told, loud obnoxious laughter from every corner would fill the rooms, dancing until the early morning hours. She looked in the large floor length mirror, straightening her red sequined mini dress. Tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, she sucked in a deep breath, wiping a smudge of mascara from underneath her eye. She took one last look, normally a jeans and tshirt kinda girl, this dress was so far out of her comfort zone.  If she had to be in the same room with him, the least she could do was make him regret his decision.
"There she is!” her father shouts to anyone within hearing distance, as she descends the stairs. “Stop it dad!” she replied back, the embarrassment showing on her pink cheeks. She quickly scanned the room looking for him, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn't see his face. Her father kissed her cheek, after helping her down from the last step.
“The party don't start till she walks in!” she hears a familiar voice shout from across the room. She locks eyes with Jonathan Fatu, one of the Usos, and yells back, “That’s right baby!” Emery and the twins had known each other their entire lives. They all kept in touch with each other regularly, more like daily if she were being honest and made time to see one another anytime they were close enough. She made her way over to them, “Hey brat!” Josh said affectionately; a nickname they’d given her when she was a little girl. He pulled her into a big hug, rocking her back and forth. “Missed you girl.” Jon says, taking his turn at hugging her. “I just saw you both three weeks ago.” Emery says, laughing with them. “Three weeks is too long!” Josh chimes in. Just as she was about to ask the brother’s if he was there the doorbell rang again, signaling the arrival of another guest.  Emery excused herself to answer the door. 
She half expected him to be standing on the other side as she braced herself for his arrival. When she opened the door it was Colby Lopez, she’d never had a chance to meet him in all the years he’d been wrestling. For one reason or another he was always on the opposite brand that her dad was working on. She’d only had the pleasure of watching him wrestle on television as Seth Rollins.  
“Hi, come in!" she says, opening the door for him. He tucked a rogue strand of hair behind his ear that had fallen from its neat bun. He looked a little embarrassed to be arriving late, “Thank you.” he says, closing the door behind him. “Hi, Im Colby.” he tells her, sticking his hand out to shake hers. “Emery Heyman, pleasure to finally meet you.” she says, shaking his hand. The two shared a look, both feeling a strange, immediate connection. “Come in, come in.” she says, letting go of his hand finally. “I'm so sorry I’m late, my Uber driver was a dumbass, we circled the block three times!.” he says, laughing. Emery laughed too, “Trust me, I get it! Can I take your coat?”
Colby was promptly swept away by her father as she hung up his jacket in the hall closet. The doorbell rang again as she came back into the entryway. “Shit!” she groaned, grabbing the doorknob again. She jerked the door open, finally coming face to face with him. 
“Emery.”
“Joe.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah, sorry. Come in.” She tells him,  "You know where the hall closet is to put your coat." And walks away, eager to join the party and get away from her Ex.
Emery spent the next two hours mingling with her father's guests, all employed by the WWE in some form or fashion. While her father was boisterous and outgoing she preferred to keep things low key; parties like this were not her idea of fun. But she played her part as a good daughter and grinned and fake laughed her way through it all. As she moved about the room she noticed Joe kept finding an excuse to be near her or touch her in some way. He spoke to her and her father, holding her elbow the entire time. As she spoke to the twins, his hand found its way to her lower back. So when the opportunity presented itself she snuck upstairs for a little peace and quiet.
"You really a brat like I keep hearing people say?"
She turns at the sound of the voice, a smirk lingering on her lips, "Maybe..."
"I figured as much."
"Not so much now as I used to be, I guess."
He walks toward where she's standing at the large office window, closing the gap between them. "You're very beautiful Emery Heyman." He says, winking. She blushes, turning her attention back to the New York Skyline, "You're very bold, Colby Lopez."  
He sips his drink, "I didn't get to where I am by not taking a risk."
Her head cocks to the side, "So I'm a risk?"
"You're Paul Heyman's daughter."
"I'm more than just Paul Heyman's daughter."
"I have no doubt about that."
Their eyes met, he knew he was playing with fire as he watched the reflection of the New York City lights dancing in her bright blue eyes. He'd heard the stories of the infamous Emery Leigh Heyman from Joe over the years. She'd been his first kiss, first love, first everything. They'd known one another their entire lives and yet they weren't together. While he had the chance, he thought he'd find out why, "Why aren't you and Joe together?" 
Emery bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows scrunched together, "Some things just don't work out in the end."
"I saw the way he looked at you, touched you, obviously he still has feelings for you."
"You don't mince your words do you?"
"I didn't mean to be so… intrusive." 
"You're curious, I get it."
Colby moved a little closer to where she was standing, leaving only a few inches between them. "Can I get you another drink?" He asks quietly, taking her glass from her hand, his fingertips barely grazing hers. "Open that bottom drawer." She says pointing, "that's where dad keeps the good stuff." 
He pours the drinks, returning one to her waiting hand, "I suspect you have a story behind that bottom drawer." Emery blushed,  "I might have been a wild teenager, once upon a time."
"Might have?"
She shrugged innocently,  "My dad let me do anything and everything I wanted. Not saying it was the best way to parent but ya know… guilt and all."
"Guilt?"
"Because he was never home, so he spoiled me instead. How many sixteen year olds have a Range Rover? In Manhattan of all places; it was absurd."
"Ahh. Brat. I get it now."
They sipped their drinks, Emery kicked her heels off, "Ah." 
Colby wasn't the first wrestler to flirt with her, being around them all her life she'd been hit on every which way you could imagine. She'd been on a few dates with some of the guys after her relationship with Joe had ended but never anything serious. None of them seemed to be able to keep up with her or pose any sort of challenge. Colby might be different, she thought; she enjoyed his witty back and forth banter. 
"So what do you do?" He poses a question, finishing off his drink. 
"I'm a Speech Pathologist for the Los Angeles County School District."
His eyebrows shot up, not expecting that answer.
"What? You thought I was still being spoiled by my dad?"
"No, just wasn't expecting that I guess. I don't know…You know-" He starts to say but they're interrupted by her father. "There you are honey,  come downstairs and stop hiding. Rollins stop flirting with my daughter!" Paul says, using Colby’s ring name and ushering him out of the room as Emery steps back into her heels, rolling her eyes. 'Dad, we're not flirting, I'm thirty six years old for Gods sake!" She protests as he walks her back down the stairs. 
Feeling a little irritated, her mood had turned sour after being pushed into the room with people she'd rather not socialize with, Emery stood in the doorway nursing the last of her drink. She jumped feeling someone touch the small of her back, "You don't look very happy tonight." Joe whispers in her ear, pressing himself against her back. She closed her eyes as those familiar feelings rushed back in. "I'm fine." She replies, clearing her throat, throwing back the last sip of her whiskey. "You know what that whiskey does to you." He reminds her, mischief dancing in his eyes as she turns to face him, "Why did you come tonight?"
Joe grabs her hips, pulling her against his body,  "Your father is my manager, ya know."  He says, nuzzling his face in her neck, kissing her there ever so softly, moaning, “Mmm, you always smell so good.” 
"You didn't come last year." She reminds him. 
He looks away briefly,  "I was uh, dealing with some things."
"Like?"
"A divorce." He tells her, searching for some hint of excitement in her eyes. 
"Am I supposed to jump back into your arms or something?"
"Em, I'm sorry. How many times can I tell you?"
"Until you can figure out how to go back in time and fix your fuck up, I guess. " She says, pulling away from his grasp. Joe quickly grabs her hand, "Why don't you come to my room tonight and we can talk?" 
Emery walked away, searching for any familiar face to take her mind off Joe. She wanted to continue her conversation with Colby that her father had interrupted but he was nowhere to be found. 
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She nervously tapped her foot as she waited for the elevator to reach the twenty second floor. Glancing at her phone, it was after two in the morning and she couldn’t believe that at thirty six she had to sneak out of her parents house. Thankfully there were still some party goers, so no one noticed.  She exited the elevator, walking toward room number 2222. A smirk spread across her face as she thought about what awaited her on the other side of the door she had just knocked on. He opened the door wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of boxers. 
“Hi beautiful.” he says, opening the door wider for her to pass by. The lights were low, a few candles lit for ambiance. She kicked off her heels and turned to face him as he ran his hands across her hips, grabbing her ass and pulling her into him.  “You’re overdressed.” he grunts, sliding the zipper of her dress down her back. Her hands ghost up his arms to wrap around his neck. They share a long kiss before he kisses along her jawline, settling his lips on the base of her throat. “It was all I could do to keep my hands off you tonight.” he whispers as he pulls her dress off, biting his lip as she stands naked before him. “Having to pretend like we aint in a relationship...fucking torture. Been too fuckin' long since I touched you." he tells her as he pushes her onto the bed. A giggle escaped her lips as he crawled between her legs. “It hasn't been that long.” she moans as his teeth nip the inside of her thigh. She grabs a fist full of his hair as his tongue sweeps across her clit suddenly. “Fuck, no one does that like you do.”  She bucked her hips as he buried his tongue deeper. He raised his head, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes, “And no one ever will baby.”
He moved to his knees, hovering over her body on all fours, “I never get tired of looking at you naked, layin' underneath me.” he says, licking his lips before taking her nipple in his mouth. She drug her nails across his back, his dick pressing hard against her thigh. “I think you should fuck me now.” 
He leaned back on his legs, pulling her roughly by the thighs until her body was pressed against his. He parted her with the head of his cock, sliding into her slowly; he knew how much she liked that. “Mmm” she replies, arching her back as he moves slowly in and out of her wet pussy. 
“Always so wet for me.”
“You got that good, hard dick that’s why.”
Later he turned her over on her knees so that she was facing the large mirror that hung on the wall of the hotel room. He always stayed at this hotel when they were in New York at the same time; she loved to watch them fuck and he obliged her wishes. 
Gathering her hair in his hands, pulling her head back; watching in the mirror, her eyes rolled back as he wrapped the long hair around his fist and pulled. His hand connected with her ass as the ‘pop’ echoed through the quiet room. Her hands dug into the sheets, he knew what she liked. Afterall, they’d been sneaking around with one another for as long as he could remember, maybe since they were in their early twenties. Not a soul knew about their secret rendezvous because something like this would ruin relationships and most likely end careers. 
Emery looked at his reflection in the mirror, one hand gripping her shoulder tightly, the other holding her hair. She knew what she was doing wasn’t technically wrong... it was in poor taste maybe? But tonight none of that mattered, all she wanted was to be with him, she needed to feel him inside her.
She pushed herself against him to meet his thrust, eager to cum as he fucked her harder and harder each time his cock ramed into her. He slapped her ass again, making her yelp and again harder, just for fun. Sometimes they were soft, sometimes they hurt and left her ass cheeks red and stinging with the imprint of his hand. Tonight he was playing rough. 
She pulled away, turning around quickly to push him back onto the bed, she was in control now. “I see how it’s gon' be.” he said as she moved to straddle his waist. “Ride my dick baby. You know what daddy likes.”
She sunk down onto him, her head falling back at the feeling of him filling her up. His fingers dug into her ass as she started to rock back and forth; her hands on his muscular shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Never taking their eyes off one another she rode him until she came. As her orgasm died down he quickly flipped her over, throwing her legs over his shoulders and took one for himself. They both lay together, spent,  trying to catch their breath, fingers laced together as they always did after sex. Both wanting this to be more but knowing it was impossible. 
The pair had exchanged I love you's at least a decade ago, they'd taken secret vacations together and spent holidays together under the guise of "friends" Never telling anyone of their secret love affair, although she knew nothing ever stayed a secret forever.
He squeezed her hand tightly,  “Tell me again why we can’t be together?”
“You know why. I don’t want to ruin your relationship with him or your career. Because you know he’ll make life miserable for you.”
“Baby, you know I don’t give a shit about that."
"I know you don't but for now it has to be our secret, please."
"It's been our secret for too long. You know I want more."
She closes her eyes and sighs, “Josh, you know we can't.”
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vashito · 7 months
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in terms of the zero-g girls,what male and female wrestlers would you consider their most notable move/skillset basis? malu for example gives me vibes of samoa joe,umaga and jacob fatu,tak naturally no doubt has many a hardcore and deathmatch type past and present
absolutely, and not just wrestlers but each kinda represents a style of a different promotion that i like Malu moveset is def Umaga / Yoko, big power moves, samoan drops, also can fly with big splashes. a bit of Bam Bam in there. Tak's moveset heavily based on Foley / Mox type. she's ECW. Yuna works a king's road / strong style like kobashi / misawa, or like Meiko Satomura, lots of strikes. she's AJPW / AJW Stellar is more high speed joshi type, like AZM / Starlight Kid. She's kinda Dragon Gate inspired as a style CKO is mma style / shooter / catch. like Shayna / Taz / Joe moveset. so she represents UFC / Pancrase / IGF style Dagmara is power moves, heavy hits, shes like undertaker / vader type, some Nash vibes mixed in there. shes WWF style. and Blue Corazón and Corazón Sombrío are lucha libre, mexican high flyers, if Blue is like Mysterio then Sombrío is her Psicosis, Super Crazy / Penta / Fenix / Vikingo types. AAA / CMLL style.
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