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ind wrestling ocs. ɪsᴀᴅᴏʀᴀ ᴘɪᴘᴇʀ & ᴍɪɴᴇʀᴠᴀ ʀᴇɢᴀʟ. selective / ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ written by rita.

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A Regal never trusts a Dunne. @kiingcvnt

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“Fuck me now.” / OOPS. MY FINGER SLIPPED! ;)

                        meme                        @italianexoticbeauty

“What?!” Mini stared at Mary, not sure she heard the correct words. “You must be dreaming. That’s never going to happen.” The raspy British accent only accentuated the arrogance in her voice. Minerva didn’t care for good manners or polite words. “What makes you worthy, Mar?” She wondered, leaning forward towards the brunette.

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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

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campbelldanielle:

Danielle Campbell photographed by Alexander Spencer for Realisation Par, 2017. 

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Maybe it’s me– maybe I’m hard to love.

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ryansatwood:

Danielle Campbell photographed by Harold Baez, 2017

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>_> if minerva asked, mare would do that... and then remove said panties to touch ;)

DON’T TEASE HER LIKE THAT.

[legacyriots-blog]

He constantly disrespected her and at all times, Mini fought back but she reached her limit. For good. Insult after insult... Pete pushed the buttons for far too long. The pure look of rage in Minerva's face would put the angriest of men to shame. The fact both were so close made it impossible for Mini's aggressive impulses to be controlled. "I'm better than you! I'll always be better than you and no WWE contract will ever change that!" With all her strenght, Mini pushed Pete several times until he was against the nearby wall. "I hate you for leaving when we're in our prime but what should I expect from a man like you? You're nothing but a wannabe William Regal, grasping to whatever shitty behaviour the English culture taught you."

Mini wanted to hit Pete as hard as she could because this was different than any thing they ever said to each other. But despite barely having any self control, the blonde somehow refrained from doing so. "You'll do what I say because you're predictable, Dunne. I know ya so well..." She continued to glare, her hands slowly reaching up his neck. The black cat like nails started digging into his skin and squeezing it as the seconds went by. Her blue gaze was now focused on her very hands squeezing oh so gently his neck; the thrill of possibly hurting her long time frenemy gave Mini a thrill she didn't know she craved so much.

"Pete..." The whisper was almost sexual. Whoever came into the room right now, would think something more than their usual pointless banter was happening. Her seemingly innocent demeanor and precious baby blue eyes were nothing but a facade for what hid inside the English wrestler. Her hands continued to choke Pete's neck as she carefully analyzed and looked at whatever he'd possibly try to do next. Minerva was now in control. Or so she thought. "If my cunt is straight poison, you're not as adventurous as I thought you were. See? You're a liar. Just like I said." She'd be lying if she didn't fantasize about Pete once or twice. But it was all a mere fantasy. Mini liked to poke him but the strange and almost forbidden attraction was impossible to come to fruition. "Want me to stop?" she smirked, a true devious grin appeared on her lucious red lips.

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RITA. THAT NSFW IMAGE YOU REBLOGGED. >___>;; MARE IS LIKE *stares*

but this is me tho. :P

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                  Cheap insults from a cheap man.

Minerva was above the petty words; she had more important things to worry about. Something more. She laughed, clearly not believing a single word he said. Pete liked to talk a big game and Mini recognized how a true prick acted from a mile away. After all, she was one too. Her difficult temper often forgotten by her impecable ability in doing magic in the squared circle. It was asinine how little she cared about reaching the beloved brass ring. But Pete wanted it and it infuriated the blonde to the depths of hell. "You're not even worth my time. And don't deny it.... You forgot about it. You and Mark are hypocrites and denying it and playing dumb... It doesn't suit you, sunshine."

The redness of her cheeks and the vein in the corner of her head were visible now; but she tried to remain calm and smile like a pretty little hypocrite she deep down was. Her charm was as fake as her smile. The London native turned around, the luscious curly blonde hair almost hitting him in the face. "You're predictable and you're going to miss me. I know." She quickly said, looking over her shoulder.

Denying that there was a hint of jealousy regarding her uncle's admiration for Pete was an understatement. Minerva pathetic attempt at bury the hatchet and try to move on for a peaceful goodbye between the two was clearly unsuccessful. Pete always hit a nerve with Minerva. "And don't ever question my reasons to be here! I could wrestle circles around you if I wanted to." With a quick movement, Mini took off her PROGRESS shirt and tossed it at Dunne. "Keep it. Roots."

As Mini was about to storm off in typical Minerva fashion, she stopped right near the door. The blonde turned around and walked up to Pete again. Instead of the anger expression she often portrayed, she was smirking and her eyes glanced down at her t-shirt in his hands. "Try not to stay up all night wanking over me. It's just a shirt, wanker." Vile. Why both weren't best friends, it was a mystery ready to be solved.

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