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Some amazing gifs from Nikki Garcia’s TikTok. ❤️💙🩷💜

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@andn3w

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@sparklebelt

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She's back

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@r3vo1uti0nary

San Antonio State and I would love to have you.

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&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )

❛ i know my worth. and if you want me, you'll do as i say. ❜

❛ you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? ❜

❛ oh? does that turn you on? ❜

❛ you look good on your knees like this. ❜

❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜

❛ i need you. please. i'll be quick. ❜

❛ you used to hate me, and now you can't take your eyes off me. ❜

❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

❛ i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet. ❜

❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜

❛ such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. ❜

❛ go on. fuck yourself on my cock. ❜

❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜

❛ keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud. ❜

❛ you taste so fucking good. ❜

❛ they can't fuck you like i can. ❜

❛ fuck, i've missed you. ❜

❛ keep going. just like that. ❜

❛ they don't get to have you like this, but i do. ❜

❛ pretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel good. ❜

❛ you're mine. and don't you forget it. ❜

❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜

❛ what, got nothing to say? no matter, i'll have you screaming in no time. ❜

❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜

❛ getting close? don't worry, i'll take care of you. ❜

❛ what would they think if they could see you now, huh? ❜

❛ maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up. ❜

❛ maybe if i sit on your face, that'll shut you up. ❜

❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜

❛ it's apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜

❛ don't stop. please, don't stop. ❜

❛ fucking doesn't involve this much talking normally. ❜

❛ you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you? ❜

❛ don't forget who you belong to. ❜

❛ if you want something, then you ask for it. ❜

❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜

❛ i'll make us feel good. you'll love this. ❜

❛ how was that? satisfying enough for you? ❜

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜

❛ what, afraid i might break you? ❜

❛ what, afraid you'll break me? ❜

❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜

❛ fuck me harder. don't you want to make me feel good? ❜

❛ that's it, babygirl. ❜

❛ you want me to sit on your face? ❜

❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜

❛ now that you've given me what i want, i can give you what you need. ❜

❛ don't just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. ❜

❛ i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. ❜

❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don't mind. ❜

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@andn3w

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@sparklebelt (maxxine dupri) liked for a face nikki bella starter.

nikki bella waited behind the curtain, waited for her moment, waited to hear her entrance music play. she could hear the familiar sound of the crowd. it wasn't loud, not yet. that sound, it had always belonged to her. in ways that nobody could never and would never understand. it lived in the same way that the fans would cheer for her, the way her bella army lived to see moments of her coming back and that feeling filled her lungs with fire. tonight was different though. it had a different feeling to it. it wasn't about validation. it wasn't about the spotlight or even trying to outshine the girl she used to be. the one who once raised gold above her head like a shield. her comeback. a return that her heart didn't realize it was aching for until that very second. and for the first time she allowed herself to feel everything. the weight. and the belonging.

and then there came maxxine dupri. a girl that nikki bella had inspired. she noticed the awe in her eyes and for that split second, it had felt so surreal to her. she didn't feel like the legend people whispered about. not the way her heart was racing so fast and how the lights felt so close to her. but she smiled, soft and steady. even gave maxxine's wrist a light squeeze. it wasn't for reassurance. but to say i've got you and that if maxxine needed anything, nikki would be there for in her a second. and it felt good, it felt nice that someone other than herself believed in her return. and it made her feel even better about her return because maxxine never looked at her like she was past tense. she looked at her like she still mattered, like she was still her and that meant more to nikki bella than she could ever admit. ❝ hey, before i go out there, i just wanted you to know something. i've been watching. i've been watching a lot of your matches and even from talking to nattie, you've really come so far. you literally made something out of nothing. and there's not many people that get it. but i do. and i just want you to know how proud of you i am, max. ❞

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she doesn't speak at first. doesn't say anything. because how do you say something after hearing the most precious words in the whole world? like the way he handled the parts of nikki that she hid away from him? and he held them like they were things worth holding onto. but she still doesn't move. doesn't flinch. she watched as the moonlight trailed across the wall. it was quiet, thin, almost delicate. she feels his words. the way they settle over her like a blanket. his words were gentle, certain, honest. a truth that she never expected to hear from him. she wants to believe him. wants to believe his words so badly. but love never came easy to nikki bella. not the kind that stayed even after the cameras stopped rolling. after she wiped her makeup off and the only thing that was left was the doubts inside of her head that became louder than any crowd or chant she ever heard.

she's been loved before. so intensely and so deeply. she's been loved for the moment and for her legacy. she was held like a consolation prize, kissed like a victory and had been forgotten just as easily. but when she shifted around to face him, he was still there. still at the same spot he was just a few minutes ago. he's there with her in the quiet. in the cracks. in the parts of her that feel more bruised. and that's when she feels tears starting to form in her eyes. they were silent. she doesn't fight them either. because for the first time in a long time, she isn't crying because of pain. she's crying because of relief. because someone actually chose to stay. she reached for his hand, reaching for his fingers without thinking. he's there looking at her, waiting for her, like he said he always would be. he's there, and she watched him closely. she noticed the lines around his eyes, how soft he can be with her when nobody else is around. she allowed her fingers to trace the back of his hand, grounding herself in his warmth.

nikki bella loves seth rollins. that's what it came down to. she's terrified of how much she does. and she doesn't even know what it means. she's already showed him, told him how much. but she doesn't want to run and she doesn't want to hide. she had built up walls for so long that she didn't want to feel scared anymore. she moved forward and pressed her forehead gently against his as she spoke, just above a whisper. ❝ then please don't ever let me go, seth. even when i push. even when i completely shut down. even if there will be days where i will completely forget how to let you love me, especially then. ❞ he was staying. his hand wrapped around her own. his breath warm against her forehead. it was just them. nobody else. and it finally hits her. he never reached for the door. never went for the exit. he was never going to. maybe love didn't have to hurt to be real. it could be quiet and soft. like the biggest thing she's ever known. ❝ i can't begin to even tell you how much i love you. how in love with you i am and i think i have been since the first time i saw you. i love the way you see every single part of me. i love the way you look at me and the way you stay. i love the way you make me feel so safe, so protected, without making me feel smaller. the way you never try to fix me, but the way you are just here. i love all of it and i love you so much. and i never will stop. ❞ she was starting to believe him. her fears, they were starting to fade. and she meant it. every word, every single syllable, everything. it wasn't a confession. it was a simple truth, one that she was ready to live inside.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭.     the kind of quiet that only hits after midnight,     when even the city feels like it’s holding its breath.     the kind of quiet that makes every thought louder.     seth lies beside her,     one arm beneath the pillow,     the other resting just barely against her back,     fingertips grazing the edge of her tank top like a silent reminder:     i’m here.     @b3llalution hasn’t moved in a while,     but he knows she’s not asleep.     he can feel the tension in her shoulders.     can hear the way her breath keeps catching like she’s trying to hold something in.     and then,     finally     —     she speaks.     ❝     i’m scared you’ll wake up one day and realize you don’t love me.     ❞

it hits him like a punch to the ribs.     not because he didn’t know she had doubts     —     they’d danced around the edges of them more than once     —     but because she said it now.     here.     in the dark,     where everything feels a little more honest.     he turns toward her slowly,     the sheets rustling,     the mattress shifting just enough to pull her closer whether she wants it or not.     his voice comes out rough from silence,     but steady.     ❝     bells…     ❞     a pause.     he brushes his fingers along her arm,     thumb tracing slow,     soft circles.     grounding her.     grounding himself.     ❝     do you really think i’d still be here,     in this bed,     in your bed,     if i didn’t love you?     ❞

another breath.     deeper now.     more awake.     because there’s no sleeping through this kind of fear     —     not when it comes from someone he loves more than he’s ever known how to explain.     ❝     i know i don’t always say it the right way.     or show it the way you need.     i get caught up.     distracted.     i screw up.     but that?     ❞     he shifts again,     gently turning her to face him.     their foreheads almost touch now,     moonlight catching the shine in her eyes.     ❝     that will never be one of the things i wake up without.     ❞     his hand cups her cheek,     thumb brushing away the tear she didn’t even realize had slipped out.     ❝     i love you in the quiet.     in the chaos.     in all the in-betweens.     and if i’m lucky,     i get to wake up next to you a thousand more times just to prove it.     ❞

he leans in,     nose brushing hers,     voice barely a whisper now.     ❝     so when that fear shows up again     —     and i know it will     —     just reach for me.     i’ll be right here.     every time.     ❞     and then he kisses her.     soft,     slow,     like he’s trying to press every word he can’t say into her skin.

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@countouts (bianca belair) liked for a face nikki bella return starter.

walking the backstage area, it had felt different. it didn't look the same from the way nikki had left it. but the feeling she felt in her chest? that would never change. she walked the hallways of raw like she had never left, like she had never missed a single step. but there were always new faces that she saw and that was just a small reminder to her how long it had really been since she left. another reminder that the fearless era, the longest reigning diva's champion era, it had been buried. but she was back now. she was back to prove herself, back for reclaiming title reigns, back to showing the whole entire world that even till this day nikki bella was still relevant. the fact of the matter was she had stood inside a wrestling ring where nobody cared about women's wrestling. and she was the one who made them care. she passed catering. she passed the trainers and all the new faces. maybe none of them even knew who she was or what she was doing here. and then she stopped in her tracks. she stopped to see another woman who had been changing the women's division by storm. every inch of her screamed confidence. the real star quality. a presence that didn't just demand attention, it was owned by her. and nikki could have chosen to be bitter, to roll her eyes in annoyance. maybe the old version of nikki bella would have but not her. there was something about bianca that nikki carried, something about her that made her stand out like nobody else. because just like nikki bella, she didn't want to just be the best woman. she wanted to be the best, period. she took a deep breath before straightening her shoulders and walked towards the other woman. she had a bright smile across her face, a smile that was completely genuine and sincere. ❝ you know it's so crazy to me that i'm watching such a powerful woman dominate a division that i once bled for. ❞

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@d1rtydom liked for a face nikki bella return starter.

nikki bella was back. it was her comeback. except it got cut short only because of one woman, liv morgan. nikki was back, confident but something that always stayed the same was the fact that she continued to wear her heart on her sleeve. and of course she not only got met with the oblivion but also with the fact that liv morgan was claiming that dominik mysterio was her man. she wasn't looking for him. not yet. she didn't know what to say or how to even bring it up. she needed to pretend for a little while longer that what liv had said, what she had heard, that it didn't sting. that it didn't get to her. but it did. liv had said it like it was a fact and nikki better get used to hearing it. like nikki bella had been a footnote in someone else's love story. like she wasn't supposed to feel something real for dominik. the way he would always text her, the way he would call her late at night just to hear the sound of her voice and in the way he would call her by her first name like she hadn't been something that was worth holding onto.

but she should have known better. even though hearing the crowds, stepping through the curtain again, everything felt amazing. like it was supposed to feel after years. but she knew it wasn't going to be as simple as what it seemed. it never was. because now she can't pretend that liv's voice isn't still ringing in her ears. her heart is in her chest and she's pacing the backstage area back and forth a few times. she kept hearing it. the way it sounded in her mind. the way liv said it so casual, so confident, like nikki didn't matter. like everything dominik had said to her meant nothing, all the promises, all the compliments, it was like nothing was ever there. she didn't come back to raw for drama. to fight over a man. she came back because she honestly thought that something real existed between them or had existed.

she hated it. she hated it because one look, one word, could undo everything that she had been building. but the thing was dom wasn't just a maybe. not to her. he saw parts of her that she didn't let anyone else see. not the fearless facade. the real nikki bella. the one that still got scared. the one that wanted to be seen and held. not worshipped. she thought he saw her. maybe it was all a lie. but now she had to talk to him. she had to know where he stood. and if it was with liv? she would survive it. she did it before. after walking for what felt like hours, she finally saw him. she spotted him in a nearby corner, hoodie pulled low, head down and his hands in his pockets. she wasn't going to speak, wasn't going to say anything. she stopped in front of him, hands against her chest, stuck there, frozen. all that was left was for dominik to be honest with her, tell her the truth. the ball was in his court now.

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tiffyt1me asked: [ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ SMS / CONTACT: queen tiffy / SENT ]: ohhhh really? [ SMS / CONTACT: queen tiffy / SENT ]: can i get popcorn and wine before you tell me? [ SMS / CONTACT: queen tiffy / SENT ]: spill it, tiff! i'm dying to know.

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this can't be the man she loved. the man she remembered. he was different now. when the world watched him all they could see is power. but what she saw is the distance between them. there's no warmth left in his eyes. and the way he said her name now, nikki instead of nicole. it doesn't feel right anymore. maybe it has to do with the fact that they aren't together anymore or maybe it just sits differently. he says her name like it doesn't mean a thing anymore. like she doesn't mean anything or the fact that whatever they had once upon a time was something that was clearly in the past. but that wasn't why nikki had come back. she didn't come back because they used to be forever. she's not expecting fireworks or old flames. and she wasn't even looking for their past because it had already hurt way too much the first time. she was back because she had earned her return and that was the only thing she cared about now.

nikki kept her gaze on him, she saw the way he didn't flinch. the way he stood there in front of her completely unshaken. the way the title rested on his shoulder like it had always belonged there. and maybe it did. maybe every late night he spent, every flight that he took, every piece of himself that used to be good, he buried it and poured everything into that title he held. the only thing that meant anything to him. and maybe for a split second, he looked at her the way he used to and it almost hurt. almost. and the minute she heard him welcoming her back, she almost smiled. but not in that same way. not the soft kind she used to give him. this one is a bit more sadder and stronger at the same time. ❝ i didn't come back here to mess with your head, john. ❞ she spoke softly, the words caught a little bit in her throat. ❝ and i'm not trying to take anything away from you, either. i see everything you have built. i see how much time you put it and you deserve it so much, john. all of it. ❞ and she meant it. every single word. even if it killed her inside to know that she wasn't standing right beside him when he earned it. and it aches at her. because she hadn't experienced this kind of feeling since she last saw him, since she felt what they almost were, what they almost could have been.

and it hit her harder than she expected it to. not exactly the words he used but the way he looked at her, the way he talked to her. he can't meet her fully, just half way and she can see it. through his glances, the way he acknowledges her, but never said anything long enough to show her he still cared. and nikki can't help but continue to watch him. not to remember the john he used to be but to try and understand the man he is now. the man he wants her to see. and despite everything, he's right. it's not the same place she left. and he isn't even the man who used to whisper forever in her ears like it was a secret that they only knew about. ❝ i know that. ❞ it wasn't defensive. or emotional. it was just honest. ❝ and just so you know, i didn't come back here looking for what we had. i came back here for me. i came back to prove something not only to everyone but also to myself. that i still have what it takes to do this. ❞

and with the click of her heels, she takes one small step towards him. close enough for him to feel it, not just hear it. ❝ but you are right. it's not the same and neither am i. ❞ and then she smiled, meeting his eyes with her own. she isn't sure if she should stay or move past him. because she can tell he isn't reaching for her and this time? she isn't staying. she isn't waiting. she held on for way too long for the both of them and when she felt like she was drowning, he wasn't there to save her. and the part that hurts her the most? not that he moved on. not that he let her go. but that he built up this new version of himself where nikki never even existed. there was so much more nikki could have said. so many things left unspoken. and maybe the next time he said her name it wouldn't feel like nothing. maybe the next time, it would feel like everything.

𝐡𝐞   𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰   𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰   𝐮𝐩   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.       maybe   not   tonight.       maybe   not   this   year.       but   someday.       the   business   always   called   them   home.     even   the   ones   who   swore   they   were   done.       even   the   ones   who   said   goodbye   like   they   meant   it.       it   never   really   let   go.       so   when   he   feels   her   tap   his   shoulder,       he   doesn’t   flinch.       doesn’t   straighten   his   spine   or   square   his   jaw   like   he   used   to   when   emotions   caught   him   off   guard.       he   just   breathes     —       slow,       steady       —       like   this   is   part   of   the   job.     part   of   the   cycle.

he   doesn’t   drop   the   title.     doesn’t   even   glance   down   at   it.     just   keeps   it   perched   there   like   it   belongs   to   him.       because   it   does.       because   everything   he’s   built   since   she   left   has   been   earned,       brick   by   lonely   brick.       late   nights.       aching   joints.       walls   pulled   higher   and   higher   until   the   man   she   knew   couldn’t   be   seen   from   the   outside.       he   turns   to   face   her   slow.       deliberate.       not   surprised   to   see   her.       just...     uncertain   of   what   seeing   her   will   do   to   him.     and   for   a   moment     —       a   blink       —       there’s   a   flicker   of   something.     something   that   almost   hurts.       because   she’s   standing   there   with   that   soft   smile,     the   one   that   used   to   be   his   favorite,       like   no   time’s   passed   at   all.     like   she’s   still   the   girl   who   used   to   whisper   forever   when   they   were   tangled   in   the   dark.       but   he   doesn’t   reach   for   her.       doesn’t   let   anything   crack   the   surface.       instead,       he   nods   once.       quiet.       controlled.     like   muscle   memory.     ❝       welcome   back,     nikki.       ❞

and   it   lands   different.       because   it’s   not   nicole.       not   baby.     not   the   name   he   once   said   like   it   meant   salvation.       just   nikki.     like   she’s   someone   he   used   to   know.       he   watches   her   for   a   second.       not   to   take   her   in     —       not   really       —       but   to   remind   himself   that   she’s   real.       not   a   memory.       not   a   ghost.     not   the   ache   he   carried   with   him   city   to   city   long   after   their   chapter   ended.     she’s   here.     but   he’s   not   the   man   she   left   behind.       ❝       congrats   on   finding   your   way   back.       ❞       his   voice   doesn’t   waver.       he   won’t   let   it.     because   it’s   easier   to   be   civil   than   to   bleed   in   front   of   her.     easier   to   treat   her   like   just   another   return   pop   than   to   admit   she’s   the   echo   he   still   hears   when   the   arena   goes   dark.       he   shifts   the   title   on   his   shoulder,       the   leather   familiar   against   his   skin.       grounding.       heavy   in   a   way   that   reminds   him   who   he’s   become.       what   he’s   survived.       and   then   he   says   it.       not   to   wound.       just   to   prepare   her.     ❝       just   don’t   expect   it   to   be   the   same   place   you   left.       ❞       his   gaze   lingers     —       not   cruel,       not   harsh       —       but   steady.     final.     like   a   chapter   closing   softly   instead   of   slamming   shut.     ❝       it’s   not.       ❞

he   is   different   now.     harder.       sharper   at   the   edges.       not   broken,       but   not   soft   anymore   either.       and   she?       she’s   still   standing   there   like   maybe   she   thought   he’d   fall   apart   at   the   sight   of   her.       but   he   doesn’t.     because   that’s   not   his   story   anymore.     not   his   ending.       not   their   ending   either.     because   that   ended   a   long   time   ago.       quiet.       ugly.     unfinished.     and   he   meant   what   he   said:       this   isn’t   the   place   she   left   behind.     and   he’s   not   the   man   who   watched   her   walk   away.

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