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[wickedwvys]

This was definitely not their smartest idea, with Tyson being the EVP of a thriving wrestling company and Gionna being one of WWE's biggest stars, but that didn't stop them at this point. Gionna had snuck off to the bathroom a bit earlier, telling Tyson to meet her there after a bit of time had passed as to not cause any suspicion. And now here they were, Gionna pressed up against the sink with her arms wrapped around Tyson's shoulders, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss as Tyson picked her up and set her on the counter. "God, Ty this is insane... We could get in so much trouble." The younger blonde mumbled softly, pulling away to let her forehead rest against his. She ran her fingers up her his arms lightly, biting down on her bottom lip lightly. "But, fuck, I need you so bad..."

@jadedwrestleverse asked: [mile high] kenny + liv

[swervestrickland]

Emi you seen this

WHAT AAAAAAAHHHH THEM???

[fanficsformyfaves]

All Too Well

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Struggles With Sexuality, Mentions of Underage Drinking (DO NOT DO IT), Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Confrontation

PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were childhood friends, but after a kiss they shared during a party, Reader cut contact and never spoke to her again. That was until their high school reunion came up and the two finally see each other years later

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Liv Morgan is also Reader's best friend from a different school in this A/U!

Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!

Was feeling a little angsty, don't mind me

"Are you sure it isn't too...showy?", I say,

Looking at Liv's reflection in the full-length mirror.

"Are you kidding? It's literally perfect"

I chuckle at her enthusiasm.

Within a week from now, we were set to attend our ten year high school reunion and to say I had knots in my stomach would be an understatement.

High school was fine, in fact, I often catch myself reminiscing on how simple life once was.

Not having to deal with adult responsibilities like work, bills or rent and just living life as I wanted...but there was one thing that made me wish time moved faster.

Rhea.

We grew up in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. Always sleeping over at each other's houses and hanging out every day after school. Wherever she was, I was. You wouldn't see me without her by my side and vice verse.

"Check this out", she says,

Smacking her wrist and causing the whipped cream she had on the back of her hand to catapult into her mouth.

"What the fuck? How?", I exclaimed.

She lets out a laugh, almost choking on the sweet foam.

"Saw someone do it on YouTube. Try it"

I shrugged, spraying some onto the back of my hand and repeating what she did. Only my attempt resulted in the cream to land on the side of my mouth. She lets out a roaring laugh, falling back against the couch.

"I've got you", she says,

Gently wiping it off my face and sucking it off her thumb. Her eyes never leaving mine, whilst doing so. I couldn't ignore the sudden rush of butterflies that irrupted in my stomach. What the hell was that?

I awkwardly clear my throat and sipped on some water. She eventually noticed my silence and squinted curiously.

"You alright, babe?"

Her nicknames have now become lethal to me. It's not like we haven't jokingly called each other things of that nature, but this time felt different.

"Mhm"

"Okay", she replied unconvinced.

Just then the door bell, rang. Thank god.

"I'll get it. Must be the food", she says,

Gently placing a hand on my thigh, before sprinting off. I felt her touch linger even after she'd already left the room. My heart racing against the confinements of my chest.

As the day turned to night, we got ready for the party Sonya was throwing, when I couldn't get the zipper of my dress up.

"Women's clothing is a complete joke!", I struggled inside the bathroom,

"Need some help?", she asked through the door.

Why was I so nervous for her to see me half dressed? We've changed in front of each other dozens of times before.

Though I must admit, I had to look away as we did. Something about seeing her so intimately made my stomach drop to my feet. Like I would...like what I see.

But nonetheless, I reluctantly agreed.

"Could you?"

She steps inside and carefully tugs my zipper up and once she was done, I turn around, patting myself off. For a moment, she eyes me up and down with a smile she was clearly trying to hide.

"That bad?"

"Not even close. You look amazing", she says,

Taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. God damn it, there go the butterflies again. I pull back, smiling awkwardly.

"Shall we?"

"We shall", she says,

Stepping aside and letting me out of the bathroom.

The entire car ride was silent, except for the ambience of the engine running and the radio softly playing. It gave me more time to fully process what happened and what exactly I was feeling.

It was all so sudden, that my head spun trying to wrap itself around it. I was probably overthinking. Maybe, I'd just imagined the whole thing and was worried over nothing?

"You're awfully quiet", she disrupts the silence,

Pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Usually, we'd be screaming non-sensical lyrics over songs we put on, but you seem rather distracted", she interrogated behind the wheel,

"Um, probably the shots I took before we left"

"Well, I'm designated driver tonight, so, have all the fun you want, sweetheart"

Again with the nicknames.

We eventually got to Sonya's and made our way inside. The house was crowded with drunken kids from school, dancing terribly and talking way too loud. Tonight was guaranteed to be hectic.

"You made it!", Sonya yells over the music,

Before yanking me into a hug and making me chuckle at her excitement.

"I thought you'd ditch, since you weren't at school today"

"Nope, just decided to skip since it's the last day before spring break", I explained,

Pulling away.

She then pulls Rhea into a hug and plants a kiss on her cheek, making Rhea laugh.

I couldn't help but feel off about it.

But before I could even react, a hand turns me around by the shoulder and it was Liv, my friend from a different school.

"Hey!", I greeted,

As she squealed, jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist, like she usually does.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen you since last semester!"

"I know! I was swamped with extra-curriculars and tests", she said,

Hopping back down.

I look over and was met with Rhea's intense gaze.

"Rhea, this is my friend, Liv. She goes to the school down the road from us"

"It's really nice to meet you!"

"Pleasure", Rhea greeted,

Her tone dry and unwelcoming. I give her a look of confusion, to which she simply ignored me, before walking off.

Besides that slight hiccup, the night went on just as I expected. With me getting wasted and making a fool of myself with Liv in the sea of dancing people.

Every now and then, I'd catch glimpses of Rhea staring daggers into me and for some reason, I didn't really mind. As a matter of fact, I sort of enjoyed the attention more than I was willing to admit.

That was until Liv grabbed my hips from behind and began swaying them, which then caused Rhea to visibly scoff and disappear from view.

Even in my drunken haze, I could tell she was irritated, but I decided to let her cool off, before attempting to ask any questions.

I did eventually feel the drinks working their way down, so I pulled Liv in close.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

"Kk!", she yelled back.

I began stumbling towards the bathroom and swung the door open, just to find Rhea sitting in the empty bathtub.

"Hey there, stranger. I haven't seen you all night", I slurred.

"Yeah, you noticed? I'm surprised with the spectacular company that's been entertaining you"

My eyes squint curiously.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She sighs through her nose, looking away.

"Nothing"

It was now my turn to sigh, as I closed the door behind me and sat on the floor, beside the tub.

"Someone's jealous", I teased.

She didn't respond and merely scoffed once again.

"I saaaid someone's jealous-"

"And what if I was?", she interrupts.

In that very moment, any ounce of drunkness violently fled my body.

"What?", I chuckled nervously,

"What if...I was?", she repeated,

Sitting up and gripping the edge of the tub to bring herself closer to my face.

I was at a complete loss for words. Hit with so many emotions at once, that I froze in place, just staring blanky at her.

"What do you-"

Before I could complete my sentence, she cuts me off by crashing her lips onto mine. The strangest part of it all was the fact that I didn't pull away.

It felt...good.

I grab her face and pressed deeper into the kiss, whilst swiping my tongue over her bottom lip, tugging it slightly with my teeth.

Her own hands do the same and before I knew it, she pulls me into the tub, straddling her hips. I felt myself growing needier with each passing second, but before anything else could happen, she made her way down my neck, whispering.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting this"

That's when reality finally hit me. I was in love with my best friend this entire time and couldn't bring myself to admit it. I was in love with a girl. All the pieces of myself that I thought were broken were now starting to make sense and I just wasn't ready.

I hastily pull away, getting out of the tub.

"Where are you going?"

"We can't do this", I say,

Wiping the smudged lipstick off my cheek.

"(Y/N)"

"I'm sorry, Rhea, I can't", I rushed,

As she stood up to follow me.

"(Y/N)-", she steps out of the tub,

"Please", I pleaded with teary eyes,

Catching off guard.

"Just...I can't", I choked back a sob.

I rush out of the bathroom and left the party entirely, but as I ran home with tears streaming down my face, my phone kept blowing up with messages and incoming calls.

Some being from Liv, looking for me and others from Rhea, begging me to come back so she could explain. I simply turned my phone off and finally arrive at the steps of my house.

I was consumed with more emotions than I could handle. Confusion, helplessness, fear, but most of all, grief. I was now meant to grieve the loss of my best friend and possibly the love of my life.

That night was the last time I'd ever spoken to her.

Rhea would continue to try and get a hold of me, but a few weeks go by and she eventually got the hint.

At school, I'd take different routes to try and avoid her and when we did cross paths in the hallway, I'd just speed-walk past her to get to my next class.

Losing someone like her has been and still is one of my biggest regrets.

"Hellooo?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Liv's hand waving at me.

"What?"

"I asked if I should do an updo or have my hair down"

"Oh"

"Are you okay? You seem like a bajillion miles away right now", she questioned,

"I'm fine"

"Mhm", she crosses her arms,

"What?"

"Nothing. If you say so", she shrugged,

Turning back to the mirror.

"Liv", I urged warningly,

"It's just, are you sure this isn't about...Rhea?"

"What? No"

She sighs, hopping on top of my vanity.

"What?", I repeated,

"How long have I known you?"

"Well...a while"

"And in that while, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?"

It was now my turn to sigh, as my arms fold over my chest.

"What happened was...less than ideal, but don't let that ruin your night. You deserve to have fun", she says,

Getting back on her feet and making her way over to the bed, as I shrug, watching her take a seat next to me.

"Who knows, maybe she still feels the same way", she nudges,

"That's not funny"

"I'm being serious! Who you are isn't anyone else's business, but your own and if you do end up telling her the truth, that should be your choice", she emphasized,

"Look, (Y/N), you're a total babe. Anyone would be lucky to have someone as sweet and funny and pretty and smart and-"

"Okay, okay, enough with the flattery", I chuckle,

Nudging her back.

"Hey and if all else fails, we can still get wasted"

"See? This is why you're my friend", I say,

High-fiving her.

The days came and went in what felt like a flash and before we knew, it was the day of the reunion.

With each moment that passed of us being in the cab, my heart grew burdened by anxiety. What was I supposed to do if I saw her? What if she came up to me? Would she tell me off in front of everyone? Was I prepared for that to happen?

Worst of all...what if she brought a date?

"Stop doing that"

"Doing what?"

"I see the hamster wheels spinning"

I sigh, relaxing into the seat. Liv then pulls out a cannister and sneaks it under my purse.

"You're lucky I came prepared"

"You really did", I say,

Twisting off the cap and carefully taking a swig.

"But don't over do it. I actually wanna dance a little before we black out"

We arrive at the high school and I was immediately taken back. The grass, the steps, the doorway. It truly felt like a blast from the past.

"Just as ugly as I remember!", I squealed,

Throwing a hand over my mouth, as Liv snorts, leaning against me.

The gymnasium was packed with many familiar faces, two of which were a set of twins I used to know.

"Yo, no fucking way"

"Hey, Jey", I greeted with a beaming smile,

"If it ain't miss (Y/L/N). Man, you still look good"

I playfully roll my eyes, as he pulls me into a hug.

"I haven't seem your ass in a minute, ma"

"No! I saw you a few years ago, when I came to one of Liv's matches"

"Like I said, a hot minute"

I laugh, pulling away to greet everyone else.

The DJ starts playing a song from way back when and Liv gives a mischievous grin.

"Oh god"

"You know the drill, come on", she drags me onto the dance floor,

And all of our friends followed suit.

As we started to dance, the gym doors open, catching my attention. My face immediately drops upon realizing who it was.

"What?", Liv turns to see and her own eyes widen.

"Shit"

There she was.

Only, I almost didn't recognize her. From the new black hair slicked back, to the expensive three piece suit and tattoos, my heart nearly gave out.

She was nothing short of breathtaking.

Her eyes immediately fall upon mine and it felt like everyone else disappeared. Even with her new entourage behind her, being rowdy, all I could focus on was the dejected look on her face.

I had only myself to blame. Had I not been a coward sooner, none of this would've happened. We wouldn't have cut ties, grown apart and gone our separate ways. We might've even-

"You good, uce?", Jey snaps me back to reality,

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"(Y/N)-"

"I'm fine, Liv. Really", I reassured,

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom", I let my friends now,

Before walking out of the gymnasium.

I knew this was all my own fault, but I couldn't help but tear up, thinking of all the things I could've done to change what happened. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than me.

I arrive at the bathroom and lock myself in the handicap stall.

With no one around to hear me, I finally let go of all the tears I'd been desperately fighting back. After allowing myself a good few minutes to cry, I grab some tissues to wipe off the makeup that was surely running down my face.

I recollect myself and exit the stall, but as I went to check on myself in the mirror, the door creaks open and it was none other than Rhea walking in.

There couldn't have been a worse possible time than now to run into each other.

"Sorry", she said with her head low,

Stepping back out.

"Wait, Rhea"

She simply ignored me and kept walking, to which I followed behind her.

"Rhea, could we please talk about this?"

"Talk about what?"

"Please", I begged,

She finally stops and turns to face me.

"I'm sorry"

"Alright"

"Rhea, please", I pleaded,

Taking a hold of her wrist and making her eyes pour into mine. Even being this close to her made my heart race against the inside of my chest.

I carefully let her go and she stuffs her hands into her pockets.

It was now or never. I could either just let her walk away and risk never seeing her again or make things right, so... I took a deep breath and began.

"I wanna start off by saying I understand that you're angry. You have every right to be and I don't blame you for it", I reassured.

Her eyes never leaving my face as I spoke.

"But before you go, I just need to tell you how sorry I am", I start to choke up,

"Nothing I say or do can ever make up for how I ended things...but I'm sorry"

Her gaze was still intense, but I could make out her eyes glossing over.

"I'm sorry for leaving you with no explanation. It was childish and stupid, but I promise, it had nothing to do with you. I was scared and I didn't know who I was back then, but I do now. I am a woman who likes other women", I wept,

As she takes a deep breath in.

"I am a woman...who was in love with her best friend", I admit.

The confession causing her face and shoulders to drop.

"She just wasn't ready to say it"

"(Y/N)", she exhales,

"But that doesn't excuse me just leaving you in the dark and for that, I am so so sorry", I cried.

"No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not someone like you. Someone so kind and so beautiful", I softly cup her cheek,

As she melted into my touch.

"I know I don't deserve it, but you'll have me, I promise I will never hurt you again"

She shakes her head with a tearful smile, taking my hands into hers.

"I am so proud of you", she says,

As tear rolls down her cheek and meets the tip of my fingers.

"You are?"

"That's all I've ever wanted to hear"

And for the first time in a long time, I felt...light. The years of shouldering this burden was gone and I could finally breathe again.

I was so caught up in what was going on, that I almost didn't notice the audience of our friends gathered behind me. Guess I just have to lay it all out there now.

"Guys", I start,

When I felt Rhea's hand grab mine to make me face her.

"(Y/N), you don't have to do this"

"I do"

If she was brave enough to come out all those years ago, it was now my turn to have that same courage. I turn back towards the small crowd and see Liv cheering me on with a nod.

"I love Rhea and I'm not hiding it anymore"

A fleeting moment of silence overtakes the hallways, before they all rush in to hug me.

"I'm proud so of you, kid!", Liv squeals,

Causing Rhea and I to laugh amidst the group hug.

"You're a g, (Y/N)", Jey joins in,

"You finally got the girl!", Dominik yells,

Making Priest playfully smack the back of his head.

They all pull away, allowing Rhea and I to face each other once more.

"Let's give them their space, guys", Liv say,

Ushering everyone back into the gymnasium.

Without wasting another precious moment, she pulls me in and kisses me with a newfound passion.

This was how it was meant to be.

[myluvrrhea]

Hi. I hope you are having a good day or night. I would like to request a Rhea Ripley X fem!reader where it's Rhea and Readers wedding day and Reader is panicking and won't listen to anyone and ends up having a little panic attack and requests to talk to Rhea but the bridesmaids ( Liv Morgan and Bianca Belair if possible ) try to talk to her and calm her down but Reader starts crying and begging for someone to get Rhea and once everyone leaves, Reader closes and locks the door before sitting behind it and crying and Rhea gets the word about Reader and starts getting concerned and runs to the Brides room but ends up talking to Reader thro the door ( Fluff and Love all around ❤️ ) If Not That'll be completely understand. Thanks you. Peace and Love

Pink Matter / Like A Tattoo

Pairings - Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Word count - 0.7k

Warnings - Crying, mentions of anxiety, sort of a panic attack, fluff at the end!!

PROOFREAD :)

You looked in the mirror, seeing your just done makeup. Completely ruined. 

Mascara was running down your cheeks. You were supposed to be excited. After all, it was your wedding day. But you felt the dread haunting you as you thought about it.

You felt panic rise as the door of your bathroom opened. You couldn’t let anyone see you like this. Not on your wedding day. You quickly tried wiping the running mascara off with the back of your hands. 

“You guys have to leave— you cant see me like this.” You spoke in a shaky tone.

But Liv, and Bianca had already saw you. They sat calmly next to you. The worry spreading on their faces. 

“my love whats wrong?” Liv was quick to comfort you, while Bianca rubbed you back. Bianca’s face read sympathy and confusion.

You felt your breath hitch as you tried answering. You felt panic as your breathing became more hitched. 

Bianca’s arm wrapped around your waist as she tried lifting you up. Liv soon getting the memo and doing the same.

“Come here lets get you fixed up-“ Liv was cut short when you shook both of them off. A look of sadness on your face.

Liv and Bianca exchanged worried looks as they tried to find out what made you feel this way. 

“R..Rhea.” You said in a low tone. You felt as if you were loosing oxygen.

Liv and Bianca knew what that meant. Liv leapt up from the bathroom floor as Bianca stayed, rubbing your arm up and down to sooth you. Hoping to lessen the anxiety you felt.

A few minutes later, Liv came back into the room. A water bottle in hand. 

“lets just relax. Here.” Liv gave you the water bottle as she looked at you.

You turned away from her as more tears flooded your eyes. 

“No I cant.. please I-I J..ust- I-I need Rhea please.” You felt the anxiety run through your veins as you spoke.

“Please.” You begged once more.

“Don’t worry, shes on her way.” Bianca whispered as she rested her head on your shoulder.

Liv gave Bianca a look.

“Look I know she must’ve heard, I mean its her wife.” Liv rolled her eyes while shaking her head

as Bianca spoke.

You felt your hands shake as your breathing hitched.

“Honey are you ok-“ Liv was cut off when you spoke.

“N-No im not okay just leave.” You replied before Liv could continue.

Liv and Bianca got up, panicking they began to leave the room. They gave you sympathetic glance as they did.

As soon as the door closed , you leaped up, walking into the bedroom and locking the door. 

You sat on the bed, feeling the tears pour onto your blush painted cheeks.

Your breathing was rapid and so was your heart.

Your hands shook as you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby its me.” I heard Rhea talk to me through the door.

I didn’t want her to see me like this. She couldn’t. I looked a mess my makeup and mascara smeared. 

“I-I cant let you in.” I replied. I wanted her to be in here with me. I did. But I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. 

“Baby please, I need to know whats wrong. I hate seeing and heating how you’re feeling right now.” She answered me with a soft voice from what I could hear through the door.

I slowly got up. Stumbling on my way to the door, I found myself unlocking the lock. As soon as Rhea hears the door unlock, she couldn’t have opened it faster.

I saw Rhea gaze at me and seeing my current state, she felt a pang of heartbreak. She hated seeing her girl like this. Not because it was their wedding day. No. But because of how much she cares and loves you.

Rhea enveloped you into a sweet embrace. Leading you to the bed as you two sat down together. 

“Tell me whats wrong love.” Rhea whispered to you. A soft hand laying on your thigh. God you loved hearing her voice

You explained to her what had caused your outburst and change of mood. She sat there next to you, a comforting hand rubbing your arm. In those last minutes, you felt happy that this was the woman you would be marrying. And you knew nothing could break you two apart.

A/N 💬 - Im sorry this is so late lmaoo writers block has been kicking my ass :/ But anyways this is proofread and if i made any mistakes please tell me because I honestly cant handle the embarrassment.

[sydsaint]

Not afraid to admit I'm in love with his problematic ass <3

Summary: The reader wins the women rumble only to be teased by Punk. So when he loses his rumble she can't pass up the opportunity to get some revenge.

The crowd in the arena is deafeningly loud as they all scream and cheer around you. It's been over an hour since you came out in the women's rumble match as number 3, and somehow you're still here. Every inch of your body is drenched in sweat and everything aches. But you aren't done yet.

Four women remain in the match, including you. Becky Lynch, Bayley, and Liv Morgan are all much fresher than you are. But none of them have the unbridled passion and desire to win like you do.

"Sorry, Becky." You grab ahold of Becky's leg and dump her over the ropes after faking a temporary alliance with her.

Becky tumbles to the floor and it's down to three. Liv and Bayley start going at it in one of the corners of the ring and you see your opening. You rush to the corner and shove Bayley into the turnbuckle. Bayley hits Liv who has been teetering on the apron and Liv sails down to the floor.

One left.

You waste no time and grab Bayley's waist. She struggles against your grip, but your raw strength is too much for her. You muster all the strength you have left haul Bayley over your head and drop her. She tumbles over the top rope and hits the ground with a loud thud.

You did it. You won.

The bell rings and your exhaustion gets the better of you. You sink to your knees breathing heavily as one of the referee's on the outside heads in to raise your hand.

About 15 minutes later you head backstage with a giddy smile on your face. You've got Rhea at Wrestlemania this year. And you aren't going to squander this opportunity. Nothing can ruin this moment.

"Well well well, don't you look nice." A familiar voice greets you on the other side of the curtain and your smile fades.

"Fuck you, Phillip." You come face to face with CM Punk. You sneer at the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he blocks your path. "Move out of the way you entitled dickhead." You spit at him.

"And miss the chance to congratulate you on your big win, YN?" Punk replies cooly.

You stand your ground and stare at him, despite the fact that every fiber of your being is sore and exhausted. But Punk has a way of lighting a fire in you. In more ways than one, unfortunately.

"Good luck out there tonight, Punk. I sincerely hope that Cody kicks your ass and dumps you over the top rope." You flash a fake smile at him before shouldering past him.

"You know you love me, sweetheart!" Punk calls after you as you walk off.

You head back to the locker room and get a good shower in. The hot water eases the fatigue and ache in your body and you feel much better after. Since you're feeling better you head backstage again so you can watch the men's rumble match unfold.

When you arrive backstage the match is up to number 20. You watch Bron Breakker come out and dominate the field. You and Bron used to hang out in NXT before you got called up. You smile to yourself as the match drags on and Bron picks up some eliminations for himself and makes plans to talk to him after the show to catch up.

"Oh god. They gave him lucky number 27?" You scoff when it's Punk's turn to head out.

You roll your eyes at his confidence and bravado, ignoring that voice in the back of your mind that finds him so damn hot when he's acting all high and mighty. The match drags on for another twenty minutes until it's just Punk and Cody left.

"Yes! Get his ass, Cody!" You cheer when Rhodes tosses Punk out of the ring. "Nice! Serves his entitled ass right." You smile to yourself when the bell rings.

The camera pans to Punk sitting on the floor in defeat and a thought pops into your head. 'god he looks so pathetic.' You think to yourself. 'and kind of hot all defeated and on his knees.'

You decide to hang around and rub it in some when Punk comes trudging through the curtain.

"Well well well, don't you look nice?" You mimic Punk's earlier statement with a grin.

Punk picks his head up and meets your gaze. Your smile is the same cocky and self-important one he was wearing earlier in the night. You're doing the same thing he was earlier. Only difference is you're set to main event Wrestlemania in two months with Rhea. And Punk just lost to Cody freaking Rhodes.

"Awe, what's wrong, Phil?" You laugh. "Night didn't go like you planned?"

"Yeah, real mature, sweetheart." Punk grumbles to himself. "Move out of the way." He demands.

You can't help but widen the smile on your face if that's even possible. "What? And miss the chance to rub this loss in your face?" You snicker.

Punk steps up to you but you don't budge. He comes to a stop inches from your face and stares at you. And you stare right back.

"Doesn't feel good, does it, Phillip?" You ask with a grin.

"You're real mature. You know that?" Punk fires back.

You continue to stand your ground and lick your lips. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. "I am almost 20 years younger than your geriatric ass." You remind him.

"Brat." Punk growls at you and finally shoulders past you.

"Awe, what's the matter, Daddy? Can't take the heat?" You laugh as he stomps off. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? What was it you said? Oh, right! You know you love me, sweetheart!" You continue to call after him until he's out of sight.

Zoey Stark comes around the corner having heard everything and walks over to your side. "You two seriously need to just fuck already." She complains. "Because y'all are getting out of hand backstage."

"Oh, I'm just having some fun, Zoey." You wave your hand dismissively. "Besides, that old man couldn't handle all of this." You gesture to yourself with a grin.

"If you say so." Zoey shrugs. "Oh, well damn. Look at that." She laughs and points across the room.

You glance in the direction Zoey is pointing and find Punk making a B-line across the room toward you. Zoey walks off and you are left alone to confront your annoyingly sexy rival.

"Finally think of a comeback old man?" You ask Punk with a wink.

"You've got a big fucking mouth, you know that?" Punk growls and grabs ahold of your arm. "Luckily for you, I have experience handling girls with too much attitude" He adds, now wearing a smirk that sightly concerns you.

You dig your heels into the carpet in protest to being dragged off. "Now hold on a second!"

"Oh, it's too late to beg, sweetheart. You're coming with me." Punk replies and continues to drag you off.

[lilsedge]

Can you do a tjd x reader where it's the same y/n as the tjd girl fic but she gets drunk and they take her home

Too Drunk

TJDG short story

Warnings: alcohol, doesn’t match with story timeline, talks about throwing up 

There is a birthday party for Liv Morgan happening in about two hours. Y/N had not yet gotten ready or wrapped Liv's present. 

With wrapping paper in hand, Y/N grabs the gift and sits on the floor. She lays out the wrapping paper and sets the gift on top. Cutting it to the right size. She folds and cuts till it’s perfectly wrapped. 

Once she was done with the gift, Y/N headed to her bedroom. She searched the closet for the perfect item. She found a nice short navy blue dress and some black heels. 

The young girl decides to do her hair somewhat fancy. After she was done with her hair, Y/N got the present, keys and wallet off the table. 

The present and wallet were put on the passenger seat after she got in the car. She put the key into the ignition. It already hooked her phone up to the car, so she picked a playlist. The first song playing is ‘Chambea’ by Bad Bunny.

About 6 songs later, Y/N finally gets to the location of Liv’s party. Grabbing everything, she put in the passenger seat and the keys. Y/N walks her way into the party. 

She wasn’t early or late. Although many are present, not everyone has shown up. Looking around the place, Y/N was shocked Liv certainly had undone her this year.

“Y/N, you’re hereeeee,” Liv slightly shouts.

“Hey girl,” Y/N replies, hugging Liv.

“Hey,” Liv says, hugging back.

“Happy birthday cutie,” Y/N says, handing Liv the wrapped up present.

“Oh thank you, Bayley is over there if you want to see her,” Liv says, pointing towards Bayley.

“Oh, thank I’ll see you later,” Y/N speaks, tapping Liv’s butt as she walks away.

Bayley was turned around, talking to Dakota and Iyo. Not noticing her best friend was behind her. Y/N wraps her arms around Bayley, scaring her in the process. 

“Omg, why did you have to do that?” Bayley says, smacking Y/N’s arm.

Y/N bids a quiet ‘ow’ while rubbing her arm. She also joins in on the conversation between the three others.

Few hours later 

Y/N had about 3 drinks and 2 shots, so she was a little tipsy. There was nobody also stopping her from drinking more. She had ordered another drink. When someone comes up behind her.

“I’m taking these away,” says a male voice, taking her keys away.

Y/N turns to see Damian standing behind her. 

“Well, why are you doing that?” She questions.

“You’re on your 4th drink and 2nd shot ain’t no way you’re driving home mariposa,” he replies.

“I could drive perfectly fine,” Y/N slurs a bit.

“No, you can’t and you’re not going to,” he demands.

“Fine,” Y/N pouts.

Damian leaves the bar as Bayley meets up with Y/N again. It was about 11 pm and there was no way Y/N was about to be done drinking.

2 hours later

The Judgement Day had stayed the entire time Y/N was drinking to make sure she wasn’t going to be in trouble or anything. Damian still had her keys. 

The group watched as Y/N got up from her seat. She stumbled a little. The girl went to the bar to get another shot. After she took that, the group walked up behind the girl.

“Ok let’s go,” Rhea says.

“What do you mean?” Y/N questions.

“We are taking you home. Come on,” Rhea demands.

“I don’t want to go home,” Y/N slurs.

She turns to walk away, but almost falls. Finn immediately grabs her and puts her over his shoulder, making sure she wasn’t showing anything. The group said goodbye to Liv before walking out to the parking lot. Finn sets the girl down by her car. Damian goes to get in the driver’s seat.

“No, I don’t want to ride with him,” the drunk girl whines.

“Why not?” Finn asks, confused.

“I’m still mad at him.” She admits.

Finn gets Y/N in the car and takes the keys from Damian. Dominik ends up in the backseat of Y/N’s car, so Finn doesn’t have to deal with her alone. 

The car ride wasn’t too bad. Other than Y/N complaining about drinking. She said she won’t drink again, but that’s a total lie.

Getting Y/N out of the car was a hassle. She wouldn’t let any of the boys do it. Y/N specifically wanted Rhea to carry her in the house. 

Rhea has to also change Y/N out of her dress into something more comfortable. Damian holds Y/N’s hair back as she throws up in the toilet a few times. He kneels down with a wet cloth after she is done and starts wiping her mouth.

He helps her brush her teeth before leading her to her bed. Dominik comes in with some water for her and makes her drink all of it. Finn has to help her up again, so she can go to the bathroom.

Y/N is lying down again, but as soon as the four start to leave. “Can you guys stay, please?” She questions. 

“Uh yeah, we can let me go get the extra clothes from the car,” Finn replies.

All of them get changed into more comfortable clothing. Y/N had a big enough bed for all of them to cuddle into. As soon as they were all comfortable, Y/N turned and lies on the person next to her. It was Finn. They all fell asleep cuddling with one another.

[saintmagx]

I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥

Part 3

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

JIMMY IS SO FINE LIKE 😭🤤 HELP!!!! Also is anyone else just loving how much fun he’s having on Smackdown right now????? YEEET 🤪 NO YEET 😐

The hustle and bustle of the gorilla can be a bit much for some people but not me, it strangely helps me get in the zone, ready to become my onscreen persona and throw yn out the window. Hunter confirmed the timeline for myself and trinity to win the tag team titles - five weeks away at Summerslam. Trin was still determined to get us an in ring team name and had enlisted Beverly the seamstress to start working on matching outfits - I love her but when she sets her mind to something - nothing and I mean nothing stands in her way.

Tonight I had a singles match against Liv Morgan, a simple one on one match with a clean win for me. Waiting for my cue the Uso’s come through the curtain after finishing their match. Josh greets me with his huge infectious smile and warm embrace, Jon on the other hand greets me with his signature fiery stare.

“Good luck out there yn. The crowd is on fire tonight!”

Josh walks away leaving me standing with Jon once more.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” Jon says with a smirk

“Ah yes, however it is hard when we work at the same place and are friends with the same people, the likelihood of us continually bumping into each other is pretty high.” Proud of my self for my reply I look at him smiling awaiting his response.

“Ya know, for a pretty girl you have a pretty smartass mouth. I sure hope you ain’t all talk and can back up that mouth babygirl.” He gives me a final once over and heads over to Josh who is standing chatting to his cousin Joe.

Focus yn, focus.

“Yn, you’ve missed your cue, get out there NOW.”

Shit. I don’t need distractions right now, I need to prove to Hunter and everyone backstage that i deserve to be here and I deserve these titles.

My match against Liv went to plan, we only had a 7 minute slot so it was quick and effective.

Trin

Hey so a few of us are heading to dinner before you guys have to be back on the road for the European tour. You in?

Yn

Of course girl, lemme get ready and I’ll meet you at the car 💗

Trin

I’ve already left the arena, but Jon and Josh are still there, tag along with them and I’ll see you at dinner 💕

Great. The more I try to keep away from Jon the more fate keeps throwing us together.

The car ride to the restaurant was pretty normal actually. Jon and Josh were in the front talking tactics from their match and goofing off. Me on the other hand was a simple bystander to this, it was nice. The bond the boys have is special, really warms the heart.

“Earth to yn!”

Josh snaps me out of my thoughts

“Sorry, um what were you saying?”

“Damn, not even paying attention to me huh.”

“Oh shush Josh, I’m tired.” I say laughing, I wouldn’t tell them that the real reason I was preoccupied was because I was in awe of them and their bond, those boys don’t need bigger heads.

With Josh fake falling out with me, I turn my attention to Jon.

“Can you tell me what he said?”

“Please?” I beg batting my eyelids, being a little flirtatious always gave me the upper hand, but with Jon it was dangerous territory I was entering.

Looking at me from the mirror he licks his lips.

“Sorry yn! Ain’t no way I ain’t siding with my bro.”

“That’s right uce. Day ones!”

Josh turns to me with a smug ass look on his face. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to my phone ignoring them both.

Sighing I question “how am I going to manage myself with you two double teaming me.”

Jon’s eyes dart to the mirror with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Im sure you’ll be able to take us.” His eyes revert back to the road as we pull up to the restaurant.

Fluttering. Everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it. There wasn’t a part in my body left that hadn’t been effected by Jon and his words. When I said double teaming me I hadn’t meant anything by it other than then ganging up on me but now, all I can think about is both their hands on me, Josh attacking my neck, Jon all over my breasts sucking and caressing them.

“You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?” Trin enquires.

Truth is I’ve been distracted, Jon’s words in the car, watching Jon interact with Trin like a normal husband and wife, the feeling of jealousy and shame washing over me.

“I’m just tired honestly, plus I’ve still got so much to do before I leave for Europe tomorrow.”

“And moody, was all pissy with me in the car earlier, right Jon?”

“She sure was.”

I look at the twins and flip them off making the everyone at the table laugh lightening the mood. I hate how one man has effect me so much. And I know it’s only going to get worse once we kick of the European tour. No wife and me close by for 7 whole days - it has disaster written all over it.

Sorry it’s kinda short, felt like this was a good place to end! Anyhooo

Tagged: @southerngirl41 @missfamilyjeweles @jeyusos-girl @christinabae @jeyusosgirl @raya-hunter01 @harlem11680 @theogsamoanqueen @harmshake

[itsrheasgirl]

FORBIDDEN LOVE - PART 6

The Forbidden Love series follows a relationship between Rhea x Reader.

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The Reader has a strong friendship with Liv Morgan.

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Liv is in love with The Reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - rhea x reader.

mentions of priest x reader.

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TW: smut (18+) minors please do not interact

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You felt so suspicious rummaging through Rhea’s bag like this, what would you say if someone caught you? Maybe she’d let you store your hotel key there, or perhaps she’d asked you to get something for her. You’d think of something if the time came, you were sure. The soft jingle of keys caused you to sigh in relief, pulling the small bundle of keys from the bag and tucking them in your jean pocket before closing the bag back up and returning it to the locker in which it came from.

Hurrying from the locker room, you hush out a loud groan as you collide with the broad expanse of Damian Priest’s back. Your gaze shifting skyward to look up at the muscular male as he turns round with a soft chuckle.

“Woah, woah. Where you off to in such a rush, kiddo?”

He chortle, his palm raising to once more ruffle the top of your head. One swift move has you scoop beneath his monstrous palm, he wasn’t catching you this time. Stepping to the side as your brow furrowed playfully, your slender forearms cross over you chest. Why did he always have to mess up your hair?

“Back to the hotel.”

You were to the point with your answer, your tongue poking out between your lips quickly before disappearing back into your mouth. He laughed, shaking his head as he watched you back away from him.

“In such a rush?”

He questioned. His thick brow arching as he searched your features for signs of a lie. You bob your head gently, your palms pushing into your back pockets in attempt to hide Rhea’s car keys from Priest’s watchful gaze. You could see the clear quizzical expression claim Priest’s features, your fingers curling around the keys.

“Ubers waiting.”

You reply, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss against Priest’s cheek before turning on your heels to swiftly head for the exit, keeping the keys locked tightly in your palm as you remove them from your pocket, calling back over your shoulder so he couldn’t stop you from leaving.

“I’ll see you later.”

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been sat in the car, your fingers drumming against the steering wheel as you waited patiently for Rhea’s arrival. The arena had emptied out by now, she couldn’t be much longer right?

A soft rap of knuckles against the glass caused you to finally return to reality and lift your head, lips curving into a warm grin as you locked eyes with those oceanic hues. Rhea’s fingers wiggle slowly as a sly smirk claimed her lips, stepping back as you pop open the drivers side door to get out.

“Finally.”

You quipped, leaning against the car and waiting patiently for Rhea to speak. Her palm slowly pushed the car door closed, not once taking her gaze off you. She’d cleaned off the remnants of her makeup, bare faced and beautiful as you looked into each others eyes. Scanning across her form, you notice a few small scratches scattered across her shoulders. Charlotte had clearly gotten in a few good shots during that match, but no one could beat the eradicator. Reaching out your fingers towards a large scratch that cast across her left shoulder, you trace the tips over the raised skin gently. Rhea had taken a beating or two in her career and tonight was just another on the list.

“You did great tonight.”

Even with the damage, her skin was still so smooth beneath your fingertips. She didn’t seem fazed as you trace over the curve of her shoulder and down the length of her arm, following the lines of her forearm tattoos as you smile softly. Rhea had yet to say anything as her palm releasing the handle of her suitcase to grasp at your wrist, swiftly spinning you round to face the car, she pressed her lips against your ear and spoke.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The soft flirtatious tone was back in her voice, the hairs on the back of your neck once more standing on end as your lids fluttered closed. She had to stop doing this to you, was she playing mind games? Was she actually flirting with you? She had initiated the kiss you’d shared, she had asked you to wait for her. You had never expected anything to come of your feelings for Rhea, but all of a sudden things had begun to change.

You sat in the passenger seat motionless as Rhea threw her bags in the trunk, your palms damp with sweat as you ran through every scenario of what this all meant. Maybe it was nothing, maybe Rhea just wanted someone to drive back to the hotel with. The sound of the drivers side door closing pulled you from your thoughts, your head craning to look over at Rhea as she started the car’s ignition. She flashed you a warm smile, the twinkle in her eyes causing your own smile to grow. She really was so beautiful. Buckling your belt, you rest your elbow against the window and lean into your palm.

The hotel wasn’t far from the arena, you’d actually intended to walk back but your were grateful for the ride. The temperature still dropped pretty cold in LA at this time of year and you’d forgotten your jacket in a hurry to not be late. Music played quietly as you drove the streets without speaking, the sound of Rhea clearing her throat the first thing you’d payed attention to since setting off.

“I’m glad you waited.”

Rhea’s gaze remained out the window as she drove, her palm sliding from the steering wheel to rest gently on top of your thigh, her fingertips tracing circles against the denim as the car slowed down to a stop. Where you back already? Glancing out the window, you see nothing but an empty parking lot. Your manicured brow furrowing as you return your gaze to Rhea’s features, a sharp gasp pulling from your chest as you’re met by her plush kiss. You resist the urge to pull away like you’d done the night before, she clearly wanted this just as much as you did.

A soft hum vibrates from your lips as you scoop your palm around the back of Rhea’s neck, pulling her closer to you as your lips begin to move in unison. Your tongue breaking past the barrier of Rhea’s lips, exploring her mouth as her own tongue battled yours for dominance. It wasn’t often that you got second chances and you weren’t about to miss out on an intimate moment with Rhea again. Fumbling with your seatbelt until it unlocks, you pull it free from your body and slide over onto Rhea’s lap. The base of the steering wheel pressed against your back as you shifted to put one thigh on either side of her waist, sliding both palms over her shoulders before they find themselves tangled within Rhea’s silky black hair. You softly nip at her lower lip, sucking it between your lips as you gently tug at her onyx locks. Rhea’s head tilting back only slightly as you pull, keeping her lower lip locked in your pearly whites.

She didn’t even bother to fight your dominance over her, Rhea’s thumbs hooked under the hem of your tight crop top and swiftly tugged it up and over your head in one swift motion. Tossing it aside to the passenger seat before her palms found your hips and her lips found your jugular, her teeth grazing against the supple flesh as your head tilted back in complete bliss.

A soft moan parts your lips as Rhea eagerly sucks on the soft flesh of your jugular vein, her fingertips dance slowly up the length of your back before her nails dragged back down. Yet another soft moan releasing from your throat as your spine arches, your perked breasts rising and falling as your breathing began to tremor.

Rhea hums in desire at the way she was able to make you moan, the tip of her tongue trailing up the length of your neck as her hands pulled you down into her lap while you squirm in pleasure, even the simplest of touches from the Aussie beauty had you weak at the knees. You’d spent so many nights dreaming of a moment like this, Rhea’s hands on your body and your hands in her hair, her lips feverish against your own as your tongues fought each other for dominance. Rotating your hips against Rhea’s own, you bite down on your lip with your canines so hard it draws blood.

“Shit.”

You groan causing Rhea to pull back in worry, her oceanic gaze searching your features for what was wrong. Had she hurt you? A bead of blood pooled on your lip, your hand reached up to wipe it away but is stopping abruptly as Rhea grasped your wrist to stop you.

“Awe, poor baby.”

She purred, her lips once more finding yours as she sucked the small bead of crimson liquid into her mouth before playfully nipping at the delicate cut. You wince slightly, the small cut stinging as the cool breeze from the air conditioner whipped around you.

Your nipples peaked as the icy air prickled against your skin, Rhea’s fingertips tracing down the contours of your stomach causing your back to arch against the steering wheel once more. Winding your fingers into her raven locks, you pull Rhea’s visage down towards your chest, welcoming her lips as she captured one of your nipples between her teeth, gently sucking on it for only a second before moving to the other.

You’re biting down on your lip once more without realizing, the taste of pennies wash over your tongue as crimson color coats it. Your fingers clawing against the back of Rhea’s neck as she ravished your breasts in heated kisses and playful bites.

As Rhea pulls back, your palms remain curled around her neck. Your breathing heavy and your brow sweaty, you move your thumbs to brush them over Rhea’s cheekbones. A large grin claimed both your lips as you stare into each others eyes, your breathing labored as you tried to steady your heartbeat. The glimmer of Rhea’s crystal gaze shifting to the purple coloring that formed under the skin across your chest, her tongue coaxing across her lips before she spoke.

“Oops.”

She uttered, tracing her thumb over the bruised flesh.

“What?”

The word is almost a pant as it falls from your lips, one of your palm pushing the stray tendrils that fell about Rhea’s face away and behind her ear. Rhea smirked, leaning against your palm as her features remain locked on the purple blemishes that grew darker by the second.

“I guess this means you’re mine.”

[specialinterestshows]

Eat and toke with the Judgment Day in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 47 of ?): A Dish Best Served Rolled

Licking your lips, you thank the server as your order is placed in front of you.

"Finally," Dominik says excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"What did you get?" you ask him, curious.

"Chicken tenders," everyone except you and JD says in unison, surprising the two of you, who look at each other awkwardly.

"They're the only thing he eats when we go out," Rhea sighs, looking at Dom with an amused smile as he digs in. Grinning at your metamour, you start on your own dish. A contented silence falls over the table, occasionally broken by the clinking of silverware, as everyone enjoys their food and drinks. Dominik finishes eating first, looking extremely satisfied.

"You ate that way too fast," you tell him, not even halfway through your own meal, "How do you not have a stomach ache?"

"Years of practice," Dom replies, looking very pleased with himself.

"Yeah: practicing smiling through your stomach aches," Rhea says, making him grin sheepishly.

Damian finishes his plate next, hurriedly chugging his water and wiping his mouth before standing and addressing Rhea.

"Need anything from the car?" he asked her, taking the keys out of his pocket.

"My messenger bag?" she requests, smiling as Damian nods and saunters over to the rental, his walk leisurely despite the hurried pace in which he finished eating.

Finn sighs, watching Damian walk away. JD claps a hand on Finn's shoulder, gently but firmly. A smile makes its way onto his face briefly before he notices you watching, quickly shrugging off JD's hand and clearing his throat. JD looks a bit hurt, but says nothing. You feel bad for having watched the two upon seeing JD's puppy-dog eyes, thinking of a time when you had been in a similar situation. Turning instead to look at your girlfriend, you take another bite of your food as Rhea wipes a few crumbs off Dominik's face and kisses his cheek before letting him finish his soda. You had never expected to feel so happy watching the woman you loved being sweet and affectionate with the man she loved, but you supposed what mattered most to you was that you were also important to her, and that she was happy.

"What is it, beautiful?" Rhea asks, noticing the pause in your eating as you look at her and Dominik.

"You guys are just so cute!" you say, smiling harder when Rhea poses and Dom blushes slightly.

"You should date us or something," Rhea jokes, grinning.

"Us?" you and Dominik asked in unison, confused.

"Too much?" she asks after giggling furiously at your reactions. You nod, but Dom seems to be considering it, nodding along with you once he sees you don't seem to be interested. Rhea laughs harder and you can't help but smile at the lovely sound.

"What's so funny?" Damian asks, walking up with Rhea's bag.

"Only two of the three of 'em want to form a triad," JD McDonagh replied, surprising everyone and making Dominik blush and look away, embarrassed.

Acting like he hadn't heard anything, Damian handed Rhea her bag, ignoring the look she gave him that seemed to say "don't be rude!"

"Hey, chica," Damian said, tapping your shoulder and looking around before slyly pulling a blunt out of his pocket, "Quieres?"

"You already know me so well," you reply, returning Damians mischievous smile before looking over at Rhea.

"If he's smoking, it means I'm the one driving us to the next location," she says, shaking her head as she plugs her phone into a portable charging block from her bag, "But you enjoy, love."

Taking one last sip of your beverage, you stand up and kiss Rhea before offering your car as the location for your smoke session with Damian and leading the way.

Feeling the vibration of your phone, you pull it out, expecting to see a text from Rhea. Instead, your phone reads: Text from: Liv Morgan. "Checking to make sure you're still alive! If I don't hear from you I might be legally required to tell WWE" The text ends with an emoji with its tongue sticking out.

Sighing, you quickly message back: "Not dead, all good!" before you and Damian reach your car and you unlock it. Getting in the driver's seat, you pull your sunshade off the floor in the back and prop it up against your windshield with the sun visors before Damian slides into the seat next to you. Just as Damian pulls out the blunt again, your phone buzzes. Opening the compartment underneath the radio, you pull out a lighter you kept there, offering it to Damian and ignoring your phone.

"Better check that and make sure it's not Rhea," Damian says, taking the lighter from you, "Our Eradicator makes it look like nothing phases her too much, but she's head over heels for you, chica."

Nodding, you check your phone as Damian brings the blunt to his lips and lights it.

Text from: Liv Morgan. "Glad you're not dead! You're way too cute to die" The message ended with a winking emoji and you felt your face getting warm.

[end part forty-seven of ?]

Part 48: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729576237256851456/absolute-smokeshow-part-48-of-in-the-hot-box

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Tag List (thank you!)

@cherryberryshine , @littlemiss-fanficlover , @elisewithak , @babybatlover , @girlofpink , @kagome2909 , @domlynch

[lonewolfy45]

Torn To Pieces

Note : *I have never done a sad fanfiction like this, so this might not be as good, but oh well!*

Summary : The reader is in love with her best friend Baron Corbin, but what happens when she catches Baron kissing someone else

Inspired by Torn To Pieces by Pop Evil

Warning (s) : Romance and some cussing

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 568

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @nerdypanda20 @wweincorrectquotes @sassymoxy @reignsangel444

1 2 3 The bell rang. I got up and grabbed my new championship belt from the refree and hopped out of the ring, and began walking up the ramp to the gorilla. As soon as I made it through the curtain, I was greeted with congratulations and cheers. My best friends, Becky Lynch and Liv Morgan, gave me a big hug and congratulated me as well. After a while of being in the gorilla and celebrating my victory, I decided to head back to my locker room, so I grabbed my championship belt and took off that way.

I walked along the side of the wall, looking down. After a few minutes of walking I heard a noise so I looked up. And when I looked up, I saw something I never wanted to see. It was my best friend Baron Corbin kissing Alexa Bliss. I stood there for a few minutes, feeling tears fill my eyes. I quickly took off running towards my locker room, not looking back. After a few minutes of running, I finally stopped in front of my locker room door, and I quickly went inside. Once I got inside, I threw my championship belt down on the couch while I leaned my head against the door and started crying as if my heart was torn to pieces.

I smiled against the kiss, causing him to do the same. Soon enough, the romantic moment between me and Baron had ended when Baron's best friend Corey Graves caught us flirting. "Oooh love birds," Corey laughed. "Oh shut the hell up, Graves!" Baron responded, causing me to laugh. Corey laughed as well before saying "Well I got to go back out to the arena!" He pulled me and Baron into a group hug after a few seconds he let go of both of us, and Corey walked off. Me and Baron watched as he walked down the hall and around the corner. "Want to come over to my place tonight?" Baron asked. "Of course," I replied smiling, and with that, he leaned in for another kiss.

"Why would he do such a thing?" I asked myself through the cries. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Y/N, are you in there?" I recognized that voice it was Barons."Yeah!" I replied, stepping back and opening the door. I wiped my eyes so it would look like I wasn't crying. "Y/N, why are you crying?" Baron asked, looking at me very concerned. "It's nothing," I responded quickly before taking a step back away from him. "What's wrong, Y/N? I'm serious. I'm not asking you again." He exclaimed, causing me to sigh "I fucking love you Baron I know it's weird since we're best friends but anyways when I saw you kissing Alexa it broke my heart."

Baron's eyes were wide and instead of answering me back he stepped towards me and pressed his lips against mine in the most passionate kiss. After a few minutes of kissing, He pulled away from the kiss. My eyes fluttered open. "Wha-what was that for?" I stuttered. Looking at him in the eyes. "I love you Y/N I always have!" He said, leaning down and kissing me once more.

[wickedwvys]

@azraelblack asked 7B

Liv thought this was crazy, the two of them pulled off on the side of the road, her in his lap as she rocked her hips against his. One of her hands came to rest on his shoulder as the other gripped the leather of the driver's seat behind them. "Oh fuck... This is... This is insane, you know that? Anybody could see us..." The blonde whimpered softly as she moved to let her forehead rest against his.

[claymorexpunisher]

Liberación (Ch. 8/?) (WWE Fic) (18+)

Fic Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've ever imagined...

Chapter Summary: A week after Harper and Drew's first play session, Harper places herself in a position where she's forced to face her own past demons as well.

DISCLAIMER: This fic discusses past instances of abuse and mental control. Be warned. This is also NSFW and will feature various different kinks and fetishes. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag things as best I can. If you choose to read my work, do so at your own discretion. Apologies for any grammatical errors as well. Hope you enjoy!

Main Pairings: Drew McIntyre/OFC, Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley.

Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, Jon Moxley, Renee Paquette, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, Baron Corbin, Dominik Mysterio, and more...

Tags/TWs: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knifeplay, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.

Word Count: about 2,058

“Shitshitshit!” I mumbled to myself as I ran around my home after I received Cat’s text. I somehow had completely forgotten that Priest had agreed to do a demonstration on… sensual choking. Today. In a few minutes from now.

Shit.

Like Drew, Damian was also well respected within the BDSM and Kink scene. Come to think of it, everyone who walked through the doors of Liberacion was well-known and respected for some reason or another. We made sure to provide the best of the best when it came to knowledge, safety, and fun.

And Liberacion was about to have one of the best of the best lecturing in like… 30 minutes.

Everyone at the club swore that Damian and I had something going on. But truthfully… he was one of the most famous Dominants in the scene. He was a Dom through and through, so there was absolutely no way there’d ever be anything between us.

No matter how much of an absolute dream he was…

Our relationship was playful and flirty at most but nothing more. And despite our mutual friends pushing for more, I was more than happy for it to stay that way.

No way in hell was I going to put myself in such a vulnerable position as a Submissive ever again. Absolutely not. Even if…

 Even if Damian’s presence alone made me wanna fall to my knees and his deep baritone voice made me wanna fold like a fuckin’ flip phone to his every whim.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I started to look for an outfit to wear to work. I had to physically stop myself from going overboard with getting dolled up and instead, I picked out my usual comfortable jeans along with a turquoise hoodie and a white t-shirt underneath.

Again, I put on one coat of mascara with a light layer of baby pink gloss, paired with dainty diamond earrings and I slipped an equally dainty silver heart-shaped ring onto my middle finger before I put on some black Vans and made my way to work.

Here goes nothing…

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“We have a problem…” Cat said the moment I walked through the doors of Liberacion.

That’s not what I like to hear. Ever. But especially not on a day filled with lectures and demos.

“What’s wrong?- Hola, papito…” I purred as I shifted my eyes towards Damian, letting them trail over his statuesque body appreciatively. I forgot about Cat completely as Damian came over to take my hand in his and he gave me a kiss on the cheek as a greeting.

“Hola, Mamita.” Damian replied. He wore a tight grey tshirt, some dark wash jeans, thin-rimmed glasses, and a playful smirk on his face that had me blushing from head to toe.

Cat snapped us both back to reality with a pointed clearing of her throat and we focused on her once again.

“Like I said, we have a problem. Rhea was going to help with Damian’s lecture today, but she got called in to do some media stuff for WWE. And there’s literally no one else who can fill in. Everyone’s got something going on or they’ve got multiple demos-“

“I can fill in for Rhea.” I replied without thinking. My eyes widened slightly when I registered my own words, but it was too late.

“What.” Damian and Cat said. They both didn’t know a lot about what my ex-husband Jason had put me through. But they knew enough to be left completely dumbfounded at my sudden enthusiasm to put myself in such a position, even if it was just a demo.

“Yeah! I don’t mind. I mean I’d have to move some things around in my schedule, but it’s no biggie.” I smiled confidently at them both, partly to convince them and partly to convince myself that this was gonna be a piece of cake.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?...

~~

I took about 5 minutes to collect myself in my office after I agreed to do this demo.

What the fuck was I thinking?!

There was no way I could get through this… there was no way I’d get through this without thinking about-

There was a knock at my office door.

“Harp? Muñeca, can I come in?” Damian’s silky deep voice called from the outside of my office.

“I’ll be out in a sec.” I replied, my voice sounding a bit frazzled to my own ears.

“…Alright.” I heard Damian sigh deeply before his footsteps got farther and farther away.

I didn’t want him or anyone to see me on the verge of a panic attack. What good would that do?

‘Get it together, Harper Marie. You have a job to do and you’re gonna do it. Get it together.” I mumbled to myself until the tremors in my hands stopped, and I was more present. Then I plastered a smile on my face and met up with Damian and everyone for the demo.

My legs threatened to buckle underneath me as Damian introduced us both to the class and he started to give a rundown of the basics of sensual choking. He told the students that he’d give a bit of a q&a at the end of the class if they had any doubts or concerns.

Luckily my job as his “assistant” was mostly to stand there and look pretty. If I were the one giving this class, I don’t know if words would come easy.

Especially once Damian’s hands gently slid around my throat. Up until that point I had completely tuned out from the class for my own sanity and embarrassingly, I flinched at the soft skin-to-skin contact around my neck.

“What’s the matter? You scared of me?” Damian joked, trying to lighten the mood and I was so grateful for it. For him. For him and his comforting touch and warm gaze silently coaxing me to relax. A few people in the classroom chuckled as I blushed and let out a soft giggle, not meeting Damian’s eyes for a moment.

He wasn’t Jason. Not even close. My heart knew that even though my mind couldn’t reconcile it for a few seconds.

I’m not sure what the hell was in the air, but I let myself fully relax and I let Damian’s good-natured humor wash over me until I was joking right back. I hadn’t felt that safe in what felt like forever.

Damian was a friend, sure. And we were doing nothing but a demonstration. But this felt… entirely different.

Charged. Energetic. Magnetic… terrifying yet I had never felt safer.

“How I’m doing this right now- that’s not what you wanna do. You can, but just be mindful that that’s how unfortunate accidents can happen. You wanna make your partner come, you don’t wanna murder them.” Damian droned on, again causing a peal of laughter amongst the class and myself.

“Unless they’re into that.” I quipped, causing even more laughter. Damian turned to me with his brows raised in slight surprise and his eyes lit up with that ever-present playfulness that always seemed to be there whenever we were in a room together.

“Or unless you’ve got a little brat that you need to set straight. You can just-“Damian paused his words to fully wrap his hands around my throat. Firmly. And he gave me a slight jostle, bringing me closer to him til we stood almost chest-to-chest, making me gasp softly.

Oh, I was gone by then. And I knew it. He knew it too if the slight twitch of a smirk was anything to go by.

“But not too hard, of course. All ways of choking can be dangerous, but this one especially is. The windpipe is right in the middle of the throat so you can cause serious damage if you’re not careful or you don’t know what you’re doing… but if this is something your partner wants- always, always communicate. You should be doing that anyway, but like I said, this is especially dangerous… Hand signals are a great way to communicate if need be. But talk beforehand, see what they’re comfortable both of you are comfortable with and for how long.”

Damian suddenly stood behind me and slowly wrapped both his large hands on either side of my throat and I swore I was floating onto another fuckin planet. Forcing myself to come back down from that floaty space that felt cozy yet terrifying all at once, took every inch of my will.

“This is much safer. Your fingers are nowhere near the windpipe, but you can still apply enough pressure to make it pleasurable without doing significant damage. But again, communicate… personally, this is one of my favorites ways of doing it.” I heard the smirk in his voice and face heated up even as my mouth moved of its own accord.

“Is it, Sir?... hm. Ya learn somethin’ new every day, huh?” I smirked at the students, and I heard a few of them chuckle and giggle in response.

Instead of answering my question, I was shocked into silence as Damian gave me another gentle yet firm jostle, pressing our lower bodies flush together.

“You can get some nice leverage too, if you catch my drift.” His velvety voice went husky, somehow impossibly deeper than usual and I felt my skin burn with arousal.

God it must be about 200 degrees in this room right now. It had to be. I even caught some of the students blushing every so often.

“Behave.” Damian whispered in my ear, and the urge to be combative almost suffocated me.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Not even a few minutes ago I was thisclose to puking my guts out with anxiety at the prospect of being at someone else’s mercy- no matter that it was just a demo and not a full-on scene. And now I was acting like a brat who wanted to poke and poke and poke until-… until what?

I didn’t wanna think too hard about that answer. But… this was fun.

But it was over way too quickly for my liking.

Before I knew it, Damian was doing a final q&a with the students, and I was on my way back to my office to do make some phonecalls.

But I was walking on legs that felt like they were made of play-doh.

Tammie quickly caught up with me. Alongside her was Liv, who had stopped by for a bit, and Catarina.

“What was that?” Tammie asked as she smirked like the heathen she was.

“Seriously, I felt like we were all intruding.” Cat laughed. “That was hot!” she added, and Liv added in her two cents as well.

“I almost went into subspace! Guys. That hasn’t happened in…ages! What the fuck.” I exclaimed as my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

All three women followed me into my office, taking up the couch as soon as I shut the door behind me.

“What the shit!” I exclaimed again, trying to make sense of what just happened while the girls just watched in light amusement.

“Are you okay?” Cat asked tentatively, now assessing my pacing form as I wore a hole into the carpet of my office.

I didn’t know how to answer that.

“I don’t know how to answer that.” I replied honestly, voicing my thoughts, which was a rare occurrence when it came to my deepest feelings which I held onto with a vice grip on most occasions.

“It’s okay to take time to process. That would just be a demo to most of us. But for you it’s different. That took balls! Considering…” Tammie said, letting her words hang in the air as I finally sat down on the far end of the couch to her right. “Priest asked me to tell you to text him when you can. He wants to know that you’re good.” She said, and my heart gave out a little.

What the hell does this all mean for me and for the promise I made to myself that I wouldn’t submit to a man’s desires ever again?

What the hell does this mean when doing so- even for a fucking demo- felt so damn good with Damian.

So damn right…

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Haunted. | [Chapter One]

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language

Word Count: 1,453

Links: AO3, Masterlist

Story Summary: Every individual born to the Earth, in some shape or form, is haunted by something in their lives; whether it be the past, the ghost of a lover, decisions happening in the very moment, or even the emotions we wish we never had.

The younger sister of Sami Zayn is no exception to the rule of haunting; in fact, she will come to know the feeling of being haunted quite well when her life is altered without any warning. Love and agony, she will find, are often mutually exclusive.

The thought of continuing to reply to your brother is something nauseating; for the better half of an hour, he has continued to pester you about your refusal to join him alongside The Bloodline — something about boosting your career in unimaginable fashion. Truthfully, your career does need a boost of some kind, but you have the opportunity to do that on your own by facing Liv Morgan in a contendership match later tonight.

 As your phone continues to buzz with unwanted messages, you move from the leather couch of your locker room to the vanity mirror on the other side. With only an hour until the beginning of Smackdown, you need to finish getting physically ready — after all, you need to look your best for the biggest win of your career to date. The look, the attire you had specially made for the night, is made of beautiful, elegant blues, silvers, and black; it is an ode to the show, in a way.

 In matching with your attire, you pick the best of your blues, silvers, and blacks from your personal collection of make-up. While it would have been simpler to have one of the cosmetologists finish the look for the night, you feel that there is significance in doing it yourself given the circumstances; like your ode to Smackdown in itself, you could also have an ode to the times before you were considered well-off enough to afford the luxuries of the cosmetology team.

 There is another buzz from your phone on the couch that vibrates the leather with such anger that it almost causes you to smear a line of black across your upper eye. You huff, throwing an agitated stare back at the phone in the mirror. When will Sami give up? The Bloodline is so fundamentally different from you, not to mention the fact that you simply weren’t interested in being helped along by a family that would certainly see you indebted to them.

 On cue, the phone begins to ring.

 Another agitated huff leaves your lips. How could your brother be so dense as to not understand that you didn’t want to continue the conversation? And yet, there is a wave of guilt that slowly washes over you for ignoring him. He only wants the best for you, even if he tends to be stubborn and obnoxious about it, and you know that.

 You finish the blue that you are working on before standing, crossing the room, and answering the phone. “What do you want, Sami? I’m busy getting ready, and you’re annoying me,” you speak into the phone, annoyance lacing your tone.

 “Thank you for answering me,” Sami responds with an exasperated tone. You roll your eyes, crossing the room back to your vanity to sit. “I know you’re tired of talking about it,” you put the phone on speaker so that you can continue with finishing your make-up, “but I need you to understand how important it is to me that you consider joining The Bloodline.”

 “And I need you to understand that I already know I’m not interested,” you reply with the same tone of voice as before, “and I’m not sure why you think talking on the phone will change that.”

 Sami sighs. “We want you here — with us, with The Bloodline.”

 “Do you really expect me to believe that Roman Reigns, the Undisputed Champion, the Tribal Chief of The Bloodline, gives a damn about whether or not some rookie joins his stable of family?” You practically snort in response.

 “You’re not a rookie. Don’t be dramatic,” you can hear Sami rolling his eyes. “And yes, believe it or not, The Tribal Chief is the one who requested I extend an invite to you; you’re blood — my blood. That means a lot to us.”

 “Yes, Sami, you’re exactly right; I’m your blood, not theirs,” you deadpan.

 “Don’t be—”

 “If Roman truly wanted me in The Bloodline, don’t you think he would have extended the invite when you first showed interest? Why is he suddenly interested in me now?”

 “You’re starting to sound like Kevin.”

 You raise your brows.

 “If you’re going to be an ass, I’m going to hang up,” the tone of your voice is one of poison.

 There is shuffling on the other end, likely Sami running a hand over his face. “It’s the truth.”

 “Is that what this is really about, then? You still can’t come to terms with the fact that Kevin and I are friends all while you’re my brother,” you scoff, “is that why Roman wants my allegiance to him so desperately that it’s all you talk about anymore? Does he want me to turn my back on Kevin?”

 Sami huffs. “No, it’s not all about Kevin — but if you want my honest, he’s holding you back.”

 “Oh, here we go.”

 “You’re my sister; whether you want to admit it or not, you and I are fundamentally alike. Being friends with Kevin has made you weak, just like it made me weak,” there are voices in the background as Sami speaks, “and we believe that you can reach your real potential with The Bloodline, just like I did.”

 “You and I have never been alike. Not once have I ever turned my back on my friends or my fans,” you suck on your teeth, anger beginning to bubble into your tone.

 “Would you disagree with me if I said you have feelings for Kevin?”

 Your heart drops. “What?”

 “Look, it’s kinda obvious that you have feelings for him — and I don’t want to talk about it, but you need to know that he’s only been using you to get to me. I mean, you two have only gotten close since we fell out,” Sami pauses, waiting for a reaction.

 You do not reply, too shocked at the idea your brother noticed.

 “I know it’s difficult to hear, but Kevin will never reciprocate your feelings. You’re seeing your friendship, his value to you, through these rose-colored glasses, and I don’t want you to fail in your career because of him.”

 “You are unbelievable, Sami,” your voice is little more than a whisper.

 “I know it hurts, but—”

 “Let’s get something straight: I do not have feelings for Kevin; the truth is that you’re seething with jealousy because I can have relationships with both of you despite the stupid cycle of abuse you two are putting one another through,” your voice is much louder. “And do you want to know another truth, Sami? I think you and your Bloodline buddies are a group of vicious, self-righteous, self-centered assholes.”

 On the other end of the line, Sami does not respond — but, in the background, there are voices.

 “Got this—”

 “Fucking… Kevin—”

 “Listen, can you please just consider what I’ve said?” Sami’s distraught voice comes back through the line. “If nothing, can you consider it for me? I miss you, sis.”

 You decide to not comment on the voices in the background, mildly concerned about the very real possibility that The Bloodline — or at least a few members — heard your outburst; if someone had heard the outburst, it would probably be in your best interest to make a point of not repeating or mentioning it anymore.

 You sigh. “Sami, I can’t keep doing this.”

 “Please. For me.”

 There is a pause. “I’ll put some more thought into it, but don’t expect my mind to change.”

 On the other end of the line, there is a sigh of relief that you’re not sure you’re meant to hear.

 “You’re not going to regret it. I promise.”

 “Listen, Sami,” you look at the clock, “I assume you’re going to be here soon. Do you think that you can come to my locker room so we can talk face-to-face — clear the air?”

 “Absolutely! Absolutely,” you can hear Sami’s smile, “I would love that.”

 A small smile crosses your lips. “See you soon.”

 “I love you, sis.”

 “I love you, too.”

 With those parting words, you peer down at your phone and end the call before Sami can think of anything more to pester you with. His obsession with Kevin is growing tiresome  — and his apparent knowledge of your long-time interest in Kevin is extremely troubling with the two having constant arguments and fights.

 The echo of pyrotechnics sounds throughout the entire arena, signaling the beginning of Smackdown. You look over your make-up in the mirror, satisfied with the final look despite the distraction that your brother presented; while it is not what you envisioned in the beginning, it is beautiful, and it fits with your attire. Tonight is your night to shine among the stars.

[xgmtmdmx]

Close - chapter three the match

You arrive at the performance centre to get ready for your match against liv Morgan  , when you are in the locker room you hear someone comming in so you turn around.

"Hey"  "omg hey dems" you went over and hugged her "calm down y/n/n we were together a few hours ago" she says laughing "yeah I'm just kinda nervous I guess like this is my debut match" "y/n you will be amazing don't worry" "thanks " you say with a smile on your face even though you were still worried , what would happen if it didn’t go well or the crowd didn’t react well to you .

*time skip*

You are sitting in the makeup chair doing your makeup when you hear people come in , it's the judgement day , " hey guys" "hey y/n" they reply "what are y'all doing here?" You ask " just came to wish you luck and I wanna do Damian's makeup" Rhea replies , dom and Finn come over to the desk and start fiddling with makeup . “Eh excuse you Finn get away from me makeup” “doms touching it aswell” “yeah but he’s being careful , your a clumsy fuck” he comes over and starts tickling you “will ye fuck off ive to get ready” you say laughing “you sound like some townie when your laughing” “go away Finn will ya” now scowling at him while he keeps laughing “right everyone out I’ve to get changed” Rhea stayed sitting on the couch while the boys left “why does she get to stay?” Questions dom “because she’s a girl and she’s one of my best friends” dom just smiles and leaves

*time skip* (I'm sorry for all the time skips I promise I'm not lazy 😭)

 You are waiting in the gorilla for ur que when u hear it 

IM GONNA SHOW YOU , LOCO MANIAC , SICK BITCH , PYSCOPATH 

You go out and do ur signature pose (it can be whatever u want it to be , I chose I'm gonna show you crazy by Bebe Rhexa for my enterance but it can be whatever you want again) 

You go out and start fighting liv and win by using your move called the compress (it's a pin tactic). You go backstage and the judgement day hug you , you wait for liv to get backstage and give her a hug and start talking to her " you were amazing out there y/n" "thank you so much liv like honestly I have looked up to you for a while" "awh y/n you are so sweet , do u wanna go get a bite to eat later or something maybe to celebrate your win and you big debut?" "Yeah sure I'd love to" you say  , you go back to the locker rooms with liv and Rhea to get changed and get ready but when you try to talk to Rhea she just kinda blows you off and is very short with you so you are confused but just put it down to her being tired so you leave and go to dinner with liv , you have an amazing time and are happy to have made another friend , so you call an Uber and make your way home and when you get home u text Rhea but she leaves you on read 

Y/n🫶 : hey dems *read*

Y/n🫶: you okay? *read*

Y/n🫶: I'm guessing your asleep I'll talk to you tomorrow good night *read* 

You were confused and a bit upset that Rhea wasn't answering you but thought that maybe she had fell asleep with her phone on so you tried to sleep but just couldn't so you went to watch a movie and texted liv

The compressor💪: hey liv you awake?

Blondie locks💛: yeah what's up 

The compressor 💪: I think Demi is mad at me but I don't know why 

Blondie locks 💛 : why what happened ?

The compressor 💪: I don't know she hasn't spoke to me since she heard us planning to go to dinner

Blondie locks 💛 : oh my god you are oblivious aren't you 

The compressor 💪 : what do you mean?

Blondie locks 💛 : never mind you will figure it out soon hun 

What on earth was liv talking about? This just made y/n even more confused than she already was, she needed to talk to Demi very soon 

She would see her in the gym the next day anyways and will corner demi if she really has to.

*authors note* 

Hey y'all I hope you like this chapter , it's a bit longer than the other two

Have a great day/night 🫶

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[creativekha0s]

Liv Morgan x Rhea Ripley one shot!

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Through the curtain backstage came Liv Morgan and Alexa Bliss with them biggest of smiles and cheers on their face. They had just earned themselves a tag team title match after defeating the champions themselves, Sonya Deville and Shayna Baszler. Liv had the hot tag of the night, her and Alexa were on the same page without missing a beat and the crowd loved every second of it.

“Holy shit you were so amazing out there!” Alexa said stopping in front of Liv’s locker room and gave the other blonde a huge hug. “I almost lost my mind when you hit that senton on Sonya after my Twisted Bliss.”

Liv embraced the hug instantly finally getting a taste of revenge on Sonya and Shayna from a few weeks earlier. This week it was payback, next time she was determined to wear gold around her waist. “I had so much adrenaline throwing Shayna into the steel steps, I wasn’t thinking too clearly. I could’ve hit you instead if I wasn’t careful.”

“It’s okay it’s okay, I trust you and when those titles are on the line next time, they’re ours!” Alexa giggled in excitement. “I can’t believe we just, I mean…” Pulling back, Alexa found herself kissing Liv Morgan out of pure adrenaline. At first, Liv didn’t pull away until she realized what was happening, well, that and they were taken back a loud bang followed by a yell from one of the connecting hallways. Liv felt her heart being pulled from both sides. “That was too much, I’m so sorry.” Alexa said even though her cheeks were flushed red.

Liv was flustered but she offered a smile to Alexa, but she knew she had to check out the other hallway. “It’s okay, Lex. I’ll catch up with you later.” She gave Alexa’s arm a firm squeeze and walked away heading towards Rhea Ripley’s locker room, licking her lips along the way from the taste of Alexa’s. Liv waited a few seconds to regain herself then knocked on the closed door.

“Piss off!” Rhea’s reply brought on small frown on Liv’s face but that didn’t stop her. Forget knocking, she thought. She’s seen all of Rhea in her glory before and she’d be blessed to see it again. Liv opened the door and walked inside to a pissed off looking Rhea glaring back at her. “I know you aren’t deaf, Livvy. I said piss off. Get out. Leave me alone.”

Liv ignored her and locked the door to have some privacy with Rhea. “You want me to leave you alone but you’ll spy on me from the hallway? Make that make sense.” That response brought Rhea face to face with Liv Morgan, well, as close as her height would let her. From Liv’s perspective she was face to chest with The Eradicator.

“Why are you here right now? Shouldn’t your tongue be down that Barbie doll’s throat?” It hurt Rhea to say that, but she felt it needed to be said.

“At least that “Barbie doll” is there for me.” Liv shook her head slowly from side to side. “After Sonya and Shayna humiliated me two weeks ago, where were you? I was put through tables, had my shoulder dislocated, kendo sticks smacked across my back!” Liv bunched up her hands into fists in anger except her eyes fell sad. “I kept looking at the ramp hoping you’d show up but you didn’t. Alexa did. What’s your excuse? Why are you so jealous?”

“I’m not JEALOUS!” Rhea exclaimed and backed off and sat down in her chair. Both women could go back and forth at each other and go nowhere. It was exhausting them to be acting like this towards each other. “I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me anymore.” She fell quiet. “For fuck sake we haven’t even been traveling together anymore. You’ve ignored my calls, I’ve ignored your texts after. Every time I’ve wanted to talk to you, you’re with HER.” Rhea fumbled words shortly after and settled for taking a deep breath instead of letting her feelings get the better of her.

Liv walked over to where Rhea was sitting and sighed out to her, crossing her arms. “Look at me, Rhea.” She did. They both had it out with each other and it took too much out of both of them. “You love me.” Rhea scoffed lightly as if it weren’t true but Liv refused to falter. “And I’ve never stopped loving you. And what you saw before with Alexa means nothing to me.” Slowly and without giving Rhea the chance to move, Liv climbed in her lap with her legs wrapped around Rhea’s waist and the chair. “Because you mean everything to me. You always have. And goddamn it Rhea, even if you don’t want me back I’m not afraid to admit that I want you back. I love you and I forgive you and-“

Rhea shut Liv up with a kiss that almost made the chair tip over. They both laughed into the kiss but never broke their lip lock. Tears in their eyes and hearts beating against their chests, Liv and Rhea were whole again.

“Fuck do I love you so much…” Rhea pressed her forehead Liv’s. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I promise that won’t happen again and I promise to put both Sonya and Shayna through two tables next time they come across you or me again.”

Liv chuckled and held Rhea’s face in her hands. “Let’s not worry about them right now. Let’s focus on us. I did lock the door for a reason, you know…” Liv said biting her lower lip between her teeth. “Wanna play?”

Rhea couldn’t say no to her. “Quick one here and then pick up again at the hotel, love?” Liv was already starting to remove her ring gear off in a strip tease fashion. “Count me in.”

[sydsaint]

Summary: Shenanigans ensue one night at the hotel after the reader comes back to her shared room with Liv after an afternoon with Grayson.

It's well past midnight at the hotel in Toronto. You're sprawled out on a comfy king-sized mattress while glossing through Twitter. You can hear Grayson in the shower on the other side of the rooming talking to himself and it makes you smile to yourself.

Waller exits the bathroom a few minutes later and you glance his way. "You have a nice pep-talk with yourself in there?" You quip with an amused grin.

"Pep-talk?" Grayson scoffs as he towels his hair dry. "Sweetheart. Do I seem to like the type to need a pep talk for anything?" He asks you with a suggestive glint in his eye.

"Maybe not." You giggle.

Grayson tosses his towel toward the open bathroom door before he sits down on the side of the bed opposite you. But it doesn't take long for him to scoot his way over to you with a mischievous grin. "Who are you texting?" He asks you.

"Liv," you reply as your fingers fly across your phone screen. "She's asking where I'm at." You explain.

"Tell her that you're busy having mind-boggling sex with the man of your dreams," Grayson replies.

You laugh and shake your head. "Umm no."

Grayson pouts and scoots down the bed a bit. You watch over the rim of your phone as Waller sets his head in your lap gently. "You're no fun." He pouts.

"Mhm." You hum and thread a hand through his damp hair absentmindedly. "I told her I was with someone at the hotel. But that I'd be back later." You inform him.

"Back later?" Grayson continues to pout in a grouchy tone. "Why? You can stay with me, Y/N. There is plenty of room here for both of us." Waller insists as he gestures to the rest of the bed.

You laugh and force yourself into a sitting position. "I've got an early morning tomorrow, Gray. And we both know if stay that we won't be getting any sleep." You remind him.

"Come on!" Grayson whines. "We can cuddle all night. I promise I can keep my hands to myself."

"Nope. Not tonight, pretty boy." You stay strong despite Grayson giving you those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

You lift yourself out of bed and begin receiving your discarded clothes from the floor. Grayson remains in bed and watches you collect your stuff. You giggle at his pouty face and walk over to him.

"I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, Gray." You kiss him gently before you head for the door.

"I'll be counting the seconds until you're back!" Grayson jokes as you disappear through the door.

You hop in the elevator and ride it down to your floor. When you slip inside the hotel, Liv is waiting for you with an eager smile.

"Liv. You're still up?" You ask her as the door clicks shut behind you.

"You bet I am," Liv replies. "You think I'd go to bed early and miss the opportunity to pry the name of whoever you've been seeing out of you?" She flashes a sinister smile.

You laugh and set your stuff down on your bed. "I'll never tell." You insist with a grin.

"You don't have to say a word," Liv replies. "I bet I can guess who you were with just by examing you." She boldly claims.

"Is that so?" You snark. "Well then, examine away. Please."

Liv hops to her feet eagerly and approaches you. You laugh at her serious expression as she combs over every inch of you for clues. Liv painstakingly looks you over for any hint of who you've been with. After a few minutes and an intense once-over, she finally steps back.

"Well?" You grin to yourself, confident that Liv won't have an answer.

"Grayson Waller." Liv flashes a knowing grin at you.

You choke on your spit, jaw hanging ajar for a moment. "What? How?" You confront your best friend. "I showered!" You protest. "How in the hell did you know?"

Liv cackles with an evil smile and walks back over to her bed in triumph. "I'm just that good." She insists.

"No. No. Come on. No." You protest and walk over to her. "Spill it, Morgan! How'd you know?" You point an accusing finger at her.

"A magician never reveals her secrets." Liv cackles again, enjoying your disbelief.

You stare down at the blonde with narrowed eyes. "Liv." You try and intimidate her.

"Nope." Liv grins up at you.

"Liv!" You raise your voice.

Liv continues to smile and shows no signs of breaking. So you are forced to resort to drastic measures to coerce an answer out of her. In one fell swoop you grab Liv by the ankle and drag her close to you before you promptly climb on top of her and begin tickling her sides.

"Eep!" Liv squeals. "I'll never tell!" She shouts through fits of laughter as she struggles under you.

"Tell me!" You shout back at her with a laugh. "Tell me your source and it'll stop!"

Laughter fills the room as you and Liv struggle with one another in an impromptu wrestling match. Your laughter is so loud that you don't hear someone knock on the door, then head inside when there is no answer.

"Well. What do we have here?" Grayson steps into the room with your favorite ring boots in hand. You and Liv both freeze and snap your attention to the door. "No. By all means." Grayson teases. "Don't stop on account of me, ladies."

"Grayson!" You slide off of Liv and approach him. "What the hell are you doing here?" You ask him.

Grayson lifts your boots to eye level before handing them to you. "You left these in my room." He explains. "And I figured that you'd freak if you couldn't find them in the morning."

You sheepishly take your boots and toss them next to your luggage on the floor.

"Anywho. Is this strictly a girls-only thing going on here?" Waller gets right back to teasing you and Liv. "Or can anyone get in on the action?" He winks at Liv playfully.

"Sure." Liv laughs.

You turn around sharply and glare at Liv. "No!" You correct her. "Thank you for the boots, Grayson. But Liv and I were just about to turn in for the night."

"Do you two sleep together?" Grayson doesn't falter in his teasing. "Because that's kinda hot." He admits.

"Goodnight, Grayson!" You give him a shove toward the door before Liv can invite him to stay. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?" You kiss his cheek before shoving him through the door.

Grayson grins and waves to Liv. "Night, gorgeous. And goodnight to you too, Liv!" He shouts as he shuts the door.

"Ugh." You run a hand over your face in embarrassment once the door is shut.

"You two make a cute couple." Liv comments. "And since I know that not knowing is going to kill you. Indi told me that you and Grayson are a thing."

"It was Indi?!" You reply.

Liv nods and settles into her bed. "Mhm. Night!" She switches her lamp off with a giggle.

You smile to yourself at Liv's shenanigans and head to bed as well.