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[sweet-angeleye]

"and you got no idea how much that hurts me to say"

HE STILL CARES ABOUT ROMAN BUT REFUSES TO HELP HIM 😭😭

JUST HELP THEM OUT ALREADY DAMN GIRL

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

All Aboard 🚂

whew 😮‍💨🙂‍↕️

[queenzayy234]

Ugh, they’re so cute I love them 🥹

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Confessions ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) has been split from her ex for two years now. He drops their daughter off from visits with him every weekend, but this one ends a bit differently.

Warning: Talks of smut & hefty flirting!

"Mommy!" my daughter calls out excitedly, hopping out of my ex Joshua's car as soon as he parks.

I crouch down and she runs straight into my arms, to which I respond with a tight hug.

"Hi baby!" I reply excitedly, before kissing her cheek. "How was your time with daddy?"

"It was so much fun!" she replies, looking up at me. "We baked cookies and watched all the Barbie movies."

I chuckle and look up at him, still responding to her. "Sounds like you guys had a blast. I'm sorry I missed it."

He responds with a soft smile on his face - the same gorgeous smile I fell in love with all those years ago.

For context, Josh and I were together for 6 years and have been seperated for 2.

We started dating at the ages of 19 and 23, so naturally, some stupid decisions were made - one of which, lead to our daughter Jalina.

As big of a mistake as it was at the time, becoming a mom has changed my life for the better.

And my love for her somehow grows more and more every day.

She has all of her dad's features: his curly dark hair, big chocolate brown eyes, perfectly round nose, full lips that turn into a gorgeous smile, and even the exact caramel-like shade of his Samoan skin.

As for why we split in the first place, it was mainly because of the distance.

As the years of our relationship rolled on, Josh was getting more and more involved with WWE, and the traveling and time spent away was no joke.

From live shows, to weekly matches, and even occasional PPVs outside of the country, we barely got to see each other.

Which of course, caused us to drift apart and make the mutual decision of parting ways.

Unfortunately, our daughter had already been 4 by that time, so the breakup not only confused her, but hit her hard.

Just to be clear, the attraction is still in full effect, at least over here.

Josh is still very much the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on, and his subtle ways of flirting with me to this day have lead me to believe he feels the same.

Anyway, fast forward to now, Jalina is 6 years old and spends time with both of her parents separately.

Her home is here with me in Savannah, but when Josh is off from work, she goes and visits with him in Atlanta.

"It's okay mom," Jalina replies, setting her backpack down onto the floor in the doorway. "I brought home some cookies for you."

She pulls out and hands me a tupperware container filled to the brim with cookies, sprinkled with pink sugar crystals.

I smile and kiss her temple. "That's very sweet of you, baby. Thank you."

She smiles and zips her backpack up again, throwing one of the straps over her shoulder.

"LiLi why don't you head upstairs and unpack," Josh suggests, stroking her hair gently.

"Okay daddy," she replies, wrapping her arms around his waist.

I smile as they share a quick hug and kiss before she runs inside and upstairs. 

The jingle of the key chains on her backpack zippers gets quieter and quieter, causing me to stand up and brush off my biker shorts.

"You hungry?" I ask, breaking the comfortable silence. "I was in the middle of making dinner when you guys arrived.”

Josh gives me a soft smile. "What kind of man would I be if I turned down your cooking?"

I smile, playfully roll my eyes, and walk back into the house, inviting him to follow me.

He does, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on a stool at the island.

"So," he begins again, watching me as I transfer the cookies into a Ziplock bag. "How's everything been?"

I shrug, sliding the zipper across the top. "Quiet, thank God. How's work?"

He tilts his head, nodding. "Busy as usual. You been keeping up with the shows?"

"Haven't I always?" I tease, setting the cookies to the side and turning around to open the fridge and grab some ingredients for a side salad to go with dinner.

I hear him chuckle from behind me. "Aight fair enough. I appreciate your support though forreal."

On my way over to the sink to wash some vegetables, I can practically feel his gaze on my ass.

I grab a cutting board and knife, and head back over to the island counter.

"No worries," I finally reply, cutting off the ends of a cucumber. "Half the time Jalina is the one to turn on the channels to watch her daddy, so it's not like I have much of a choice."

"Gee thanks," he replies sarcastically, causing me to giggle.

Comfortable silence falls over the room again, as the faint sound of our daughter playing with her dolls upstairs echoes throughout the house.

"Can I help with anything?" he asks, as I turn back to the stove to stir the pasta.

I think for a minute. "You can set the table if you'd like."

"Cool," he replies, the sound of his footsteps getting closer.

His hand lightly grazes against my hip, as he reaches up to open the cabinet and grab three dishes.

And, as if nothing has changed, I automatically get goosebumps in reaction to the feeling of his soft fingertips against my body.

"You cold?" he asks, walking past me smirking.

This mother fucker.

"Boy shut up," I reply, taking the pot off the heat and over to the sink to strain the pasta water.

He chuckles and heads over to me once the table is all set.

"I know you missed me," he teases, hugging me from behind.

"Don't flatter yourself," I lie, shaking the strainer to get all of the excess water out. "And our daughter is just upstairs. Don't act like an idiot please."

"You're acting like she wouldn't love to have her parents back together," he mumbles, his hot breath against my ear. "And besides, you ain't pushed me away yet."

He got me there.

"Whatever," I mutter, heading back over to the stove and pouring the pasta into my homemade Alfredo sauce.

He comes up from behind me again, his big hands stroking my sides, and somehow leaving even more goosebumps behind.

"Good comeback," he mumbles, and starts kissing my neck.

I bite my lower lip gently and tilt my head back, laying it against his chest to give him more access. "Joshua..."

"Feels good, huh?" he coos sexily against my jawline. "Daddy could never forget your favorite spots."

Once the pasta and sauce are fully combined, I turn towards him and fold my arms. "Josh, we've been apart for well over 2 years. What makes you think I'd still call you daddy?"

I mean, of course I would.

But this explanation should be interesting.

He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek and his dreamy eyes staring deep into mine.

"I remember all those late nights," he begins, caressing my ass with his free hand. "When this ass was all mine. I loved seeing it arched in the air while I fucked you from behind. My favorite was when I'd shove my face in it to swallow that pussy whole. All you said was 'daddy please' this and 'yes daddy' that. You miss that just as much as I do, huh baby?"

With every dirty memory that leaves his dreamy lips, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

God, the things this man does to me.

"More than anything," I reply, my voice just above a whisper. "But I don't miss being apart from you all the time. We'd have sex just like you said, and then I wouldn't see you for a week, sometimes two. I felt so alone. So used."

His eyes sadden, as his thumb starts to stroke my cheek again. "We were so young, baby. But we're grown now. We know better and we can make it work. I'm willing to try again, if you are."

I let out a deep sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls. "I don't know."

"Say yes mama," he practically begs, his thumb now grazing my bottom lip. "I've been missing you so much. I'd give anything to have your beautiful self belong to me again. For our daughter to have her mommy and daddy back together again. To come home after a long day and fall asleep with this gorgeous body in my arms again. I love you baby. Just say the words and I'll be your Jey-Daddy again."

Jey-Daddy.

A nickname I gave him the first time we ever had sex.

So many unwanted memories, but so many good ones too.

I take a deep breath before standing on my tippy toes and pressing my lips to his.

I don't know why I'm doing this instead of responding, but it feels so good.

Better than words anyway.

He automatically responds, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, making the kiss slow and passionate.

Our lips and tongues move perfectly in sync as he lightly grips my neck.

When we finally pull away, he looks into my eyes again. "So is that a yes?"

I lick my lips and give him a soft smile. "Yeet."

He smiles back and pecks my lips then left cheek before pulling me into a hug.

I hug back, resting my head against his chest and inhaling his delicious cocoa butter scent.

"My beautiful lady," he coos, resting his chin on my head. "I love you."

"I love you too," I reply, rubbing his back. "I never stopped."

He kisses my temple and rocks us back and forth.

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The light snores coming from Jalina and Josh fill the room as the credits to "Cinderella III: A Twist in Time" roll on the living room TV.

I press the power button on the remote and look over at the two loves of my life.

Could I be any more lucky?

I pick Jalina up and off of Josh, making sure to be extra careful so that I don't wake either of them up.

She stirs in her sleep but wraps her arms around my neck, causing me to smile softly.

I carry her upstairs and lay her in her bed, lifting the blankets onto her body and making sure to tuck her in extra comfortably.

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead before quietly leaving her bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

I head back downstairs and find Josh still asleep on the couch.

I chuckle quietly at the sound of his loud snores and kneel onto the cushion next to him.

I gently cup his face and stroke his cheek, to which he responds with his eyes fluttering open and a soft smile when he sees me. "Hi baby."

"Hi sleepyhead," I tease, running my fingers through his curls. "I brought Jalina up to bed. You guys were knocked out by the time the movie ended."

He chuckles in response and rubs his eyes while stretching.

"I didn't wanna wake you," I continue. "But I know you have to be somewhere tomorrow and the couch might not be the most comfortable."

He smiles again, and strokes my cheek. "You're an angel, baby. Thank you."

We share a quick kiss before I take his hand and lead us upstairs to bed.

Once we're all cozy under the covers, we just kinda lay there, staring into each other's eyes.

"What?" I ask shyly, blushing like a maniac.

One thing about this man: he's always gonna make me blush regardless of the 6 years we spent together.

He chuckles and removes a curl from my face. "You're so pretty, baby."

"Thank you," I reply looking down, my face hot to the touch.

He gently lifts my chin and stares deep into my eyes.

"I'm so happy you're mine again." *Kiss* "You're everything." *Kiss* "I love you so much, baby. And I will for as long as you'll let me." *One final kiss*

I kiss back each time and bite my bottom lip after the last one before speaking up. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."

We share a smile as I wrap my arms around him.

He rubs my lower back and buries his head into my neck, giving me a ton of kisses there too.

When we finally pull away, he puckers his lips and I giggle before accepting his offer, pressing mine to his once more.

Soon enough, we drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

Lord, thank you for bringing the man of my dreams back into my life.

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Their friendship!

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[samijey]

love how unbothered Jimmy looks even though Jey literally just said he and Sami have issues with him and none between each other

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 15: Siri… play Metalingus by Alter Bridge

Flashback February 3rd, 2025

The florescent lights buzzed overhead as Detective Samuel Hart stepped into the Pensacola Police Department. His leather shoes clicked against the tiled floor, and a folder rested under his arm. The officers at the front desk barely glanced up; they’d been expecting him.

“Detective Hart from Stamford,” he introduced himself, flashing his badge.

“Right this way,” an officer said, leading him down a sterile hallway to the interrogation room.

Inside, Matthew Addams sat handcuffed to a steel table, his head slightly tilted back, a smug grin plastered on his face. The years of manipulation and violence seemed etched into his features, yet he looked oddly composed. Hart stepped in, placing the folder on the table with a heavy thud.

“Mr. Addams,” Hart said coolly, taking a seat across from him. “Long trip for me, so let’s skip the pleasantries.”

He pulled three photos from the folder and spread them across the table: one of Damian Priest, his face bruised and battered, posing for injury documentation; another of Jon and Trinity’s cars, nothing but charred metal husks; and the last, a grainy CCTV image of a figure in a police uniform outside the gas station where Liv and Dom had sought out help.

Matthew’s smirk widened as his eyes scanned the photos. “Nice collage. What’s the occasion?”

Hart leaned forward, tapping on the image of the unidentified man. “Three incidents. All in a 24-hour window. We know you didn’t act alone. So, who’s this? He’s not one of ours, and I’m guessing he’s not just playing dress-up.”

Matthew chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Detective, you do realize I’m already facing trial for attempted murder for my wife’s friend, right? Why would I help you now?”

Hart didn’t flinch. “Because you’re not as untouchable as you think. And let’s get one thing clear—your ex-wife is no longer ‘Mrs. Addams.’ She’s well on her way to becoming Mrs. Fatu.”

At the mention of Rhea’s impending new life, Matthew’s smirk faltered. In a flash, he lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the restraints. The chains rattled as Hart remained unfazed, a slight smirk of his own forming.

“That hit a nerve?” Hart taunted. “You must hate that she’s moving on while you rot in here.”

Matthew leaned back, regaining his composure. “You think I’m stupid?” he said, his voice low and taunting. “I’m not giving you anything, Hart. I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Hart tapped on the table, his gaze sharp. “You’ve got partners, Matt. You talk, and we work out a deal. Keep quiet, and you’ll take the fall alone.”

Matthew leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You don’t get it, do you? They’re always watching.”

Hart’s eyes narrowed. “Who’s ‘they,’ Matt?”

Matthew chuckled darkly. “Ask Demi.”

Hart froze, his expression momentarily cracking. “What does Demi have to do with this?”

Matthew smiled, his voice dripping with malice. “She’s a murderer you know..”

Hart’s fist clenched, but he forced himself to remain calm. “You’re bluffing.”

Matthew shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. “You’re out of your depth, detective. Demi’s past is far more interesting than you realize.”

—

October 13th, 2017 - Flashback

Liv practically bounced down the hall, her excitement contagious and inviting. She’d been looking forward to this night for weeks, and her energy was infectious. Reaching a familiar door, she gave it a rapid knock.

The door swung open, revealing Tegan Nox. She smiled but shook her head. “The birthday girl can’t decide what to wear,” she said, exasperated.

Liv sighed dramatically, stepping inside. “Rhea, come on! We don’t have all night!”

Rhea stood in the middle of the room, her hair freshly styled, staring at the two outfits laid out on the bed. One was a sleek black mini-dress with leather accents, the other a more casual but equally bold crop top and ripped jeans combo.

“I don’t know!” Rhea groaned, crossing her arms. “Do I go full badass or chill but hot?”

Liv exchanged a look with Tegan, then marched over. “Rhea, it’s your 21st birthday. We’re going out to drink, dance, and make bad decisions. You wear the dress.”

Rhea frowned, picking up the mini-dress. “You think?”

Tegan chimed in, “Absolutely. You’ll turn heads the second you walk in.”

Liv grinned. “And if you don’t like it, I’ll buy the first round to make up for it.”

Rhea laughed, her tension easing. “Alright, alright. Let’s do this.”

She grabbed the dress and headed to the bathroom to change. Liv plopped onto the bed, grabbing her phone to snap a quick selfie. “Tonight’s gonna be legendary,” she said, her voice giddy with anticipation.

Tegan smiled, leaning against the dresser. “You think she’s ready for the chaos we’re about to unleash?”

Liv smirked. “Rhea was born for chaos. Let’s just make sure we survive it.”

Minutes later, Rhea emerged, rocking the mini-dress with confidence. Liv let out a low whistle. “Damn, girl! You’re gonna own the night.”

Rhea laughed, grabbing her jacket. “Let’s make it a night to remember.”

Tegan grabbed her purse, and the trio headed out, ready to take on whatever the night had in store.

—

Rhea sat down at the bar, her eyes scanning the crowded club as the thumping bass of the music vibrated through the room. She spotted Liv and Tegan already hammered, laughing hysterically as they clumsily danced with each other in the center of the floor.

She sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips, when a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Can I make something for the birthday girl?”

Rhea turned her head and was met with the sight of a handsome man, probably in his mid-20s, leaning slightly over the bar. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his warm brown eyes locked onto hers with an easy confidence.

Rhea smirked. “Make me something nice.”

The bartender chuckled and got to work, expertly mixing a series of colorful liquids. A minute later, he placed a perfectly crafted Bahama Mama in front of her.

Rhea reached for her wallet, but before she could pull out her debit card, he gently placed a hand over hers.

“No charge for the birthday girl,” he said with a charming smile.

Rhea felt a small blush rise to her cheeks. “What’s your name, sweet cheeks?”

The bartender chuckled, a light blush coloring his own face. “Demetri,” he replied, leaning slightly on the bar.

Rhea raised her eyebrow, smirking. “Demetri, huh? Well, Demetri, you just made my night a whole lot better.”

She took a sip of the drink, the sweet and tangy flavors mixing perfectly on her tongue.

Demetri tilted his head, his gaze never leaving hers. “So, birthday girl, how’s your night going so far?”

Rhea gestured toward Liv and Tegan, who were now attempting some ridiculous dance moves that drew laughter from the surrounding crowd. “It’s been… interesting. My friends are a disaster, but hey, it’s their job to embarrass me tonight.”

Demetri chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Looks like they’re having a blast. What about you? You don’t seem like the type to let loose on the dance floor.”

Rhea shrugged, swirling her drink. “Depends on the mood and the company.” She shot him a playful look. “You offering to change that?”

Demetri grinned, leaning in just slightly. “Maybe. But only if the birthday girl can keep up.”

Rhea laughed, feeling the tension of the night slowly melt away. “Oh, I think I can handle you, Demetri.”

—

Rhea stood under the dim glow of the streetlights, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she watched the taxi carrying Liv and Tegan disappear down the street. Liv leaned out of the window, her voice carrying over the city’s hum.

“Let us know how fire his dick is!” Liv slurred with a mischievous laugh.

Rhea felt her cheeks flush, her thoughts interrupted by the warmth of a hand gently placed on her lower back. She gasped softly, spinning around to see Demetri standing behind her with a smirk.

“So,” he began, his voice low and smooth, “is the birthday girl up for heading to my place?”

Rhea hesitated for only a second before nodding. “I’m down,” she said, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Demetri’s smile widened, but then he added, “I’ve gotta make a run first, though. You cool with that?”

Rhea blinked, tilting her head. “What’s a run?”

Demetri chuckled, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Rhea… maybe you should just head home, baby.”

“What?” Rhea asked, frowning in confusion. “I don’t know what a run is, but—”

“You’re too green, babygirl,” Demetri said, his tone soft but firm, like he was letting her in on some unspoken truth.

Rhea’s frustration bubbled up. “Come on! You’re really gonna leave me to spend my birthday alone?”

Demetri’s eyes softened, but he kept his distance. “It’s not like that, Rhea. You seem like a good girl, and I don’t want you getting mixed up in things you don’t understand.”

Rhea folded her arms defiantly. “I’m not a kid, Demetri. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

Demetri sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about age, Rhea. It’s about the life. You don’t want this kind of trouble, trust me.”

Rhea felt a pang of disappointment, but she refused to back down. “Maybe I don’t care about the trouble. Maybe I just want to have fun tonight.”

Demetri studied her for a long moment, his gaze searching hers. Finally, he shook his head with a small smile. “You’re stubborn, huh?”

Rhea smirked. “You have no idea.”

Demetri laughed quietly, his hand lingering at her side. “Alright, fine. Let’s go. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—-

October 28th, 2018

Hunter sat behind his desk, his expression grim as Rhea walked into his office. She moved slowly, her shoulders hunched, and quietly took a seat across from him. The air was heavy with unspoken tension.

Hunter cleared his throat. “Rhea… I need you to explain what this is.” He slid a photograph across the desk toward her.

Rhea’s stomach dropped as her eyes fell on the image: her mugshot, unbelievable and undeniable. She exhaled slowly, trying to keep her composure.

“My NXT UK Women’s Champion doesn’t get arrested for Conspiracy to Distribute,” Hunter continued, his tone laced with disappointment. “So, what’s going on?”

Rhea hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she pushed the photo away. “It’s not what it looks like,” she muttered.

Hunter stood from his chair and rounded the desk, stopping directly in front of her. His sharp eyes searched her face. “Take off your jacket,” he ordered quietly.

Rhea’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “No,” she said quickly.

“Demi,” Hunter said, using her real name. His voice softened, but there was still authority in his tone. “Take off your jacket. Please.”

Rhea’s hands hesitated at the zipper, but she knew there was no getting out of this. Slowly, she peeled the jacket off her shoulders, revealing the deep bruise on her neck, faintly covered with concealer. Hunter’s jaw tightened as he took in the sight.

“Who did this?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl. “And don’t tell me it was Liv, Tegan, or Dakota. I’m not buying it.”

Rhea’s eyes dropped to the floor, her lips pressing into a thin line. She didn’t say a word.

Hunter let out a frustrated sigh, stepping back to give her space. “Do you want me to fire you?” he asked pointedly.

Rhea’s head shot up, panic flashing across her face. “No,” she said firmly.

“Then let me help you,” Hunter said, his tone softer but still serious. “Whatever you’re caught up in, it’s not worth your career. It’s not worth you.”

Rhea blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears. “It’s complicated,” she whispered.

“I’m sure it is,” Hunter replied. “But you don’t have to face it alone. We can fix this, Rhea. But you’ve got to trust me.”

Rhea let a tear slide down her cheek, her voice breaking. “I deserve this,” she whispered.

Hunter felt a pang in his chest. Seeing Rhea—his fierce, unstoppable NXT UK Women’s Champion—reduced to this, broken and vulnerable, was jarring. It wasn’t like her to be anything but strong.

“Is it that boyfriend of yours?” Hunter asked cautiously.

Rhea nodded silently, her shoulders trembling. Through her tears, she managed, “I made a stupid comment about his brother… and I got corrected.”

Hunter’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He stepped closer, pulling her into a firm but gentle embrace. Rhea sank into the comfort, her sobs muffled against his shoulder. After a moment, he pulled back, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“Listen to me,” Hunter said, his tone firm but filled with care. “I can move you safely. You’ve got so much momentum right now—I could recommend you for the main roster.”

Rhea shook her head, her eyes filled with desperation. “I can’t.”

“Why?” Hunter asked, his voice tinged with frustration. “You don’t have to stay in this.”

Rhea’s voice was broken. “Because I love him so much.”

Hunter’s heart sank. She was defending him—the man who’d bruised her, who’d broken her spirit. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his own emotions in check. “Rhea,” he said carefully, “love shouldn’t hurt like this… let me call the proper authorities.”

“Don’t..” Rhea whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I know he’ll change. I just need to handle it.”

Hunter felt his resolve weakening as she pleaded with him. “Rhea,” he said gently but firmly, “I can’t ignore this. You’re asking me not to call the police, but I don’t want to get a call someday saying you’re—”

“Don’t say it,” Rhea cut him off, her voice trembling. “Please, Hunter. Let me handle it.”

Hunter stared at her, his heart breaking further. He wanted to shake her, to make her see the danger she was in. But he also knew pushing too hard might drive her further away. He sighed deeply. “Rhea… I can’t have you looking like this. Not on my roster.”

“I’ll fix it,” Rhea promised, her voice desperate. “I’ll cover it better, I’ll—”

“That’s not what I mean,” Hunter interrupted, his voice stern. “I want you safe. That’s all I care about.”

Rhea nodded, but her eyes didn’t meet his. Hunter could see the battle waging inside her, and he hated that she felt trapped.

A/N I know it’s short but I have some things I have to catch up on before I write a full chapter. 👌👌

[braywyattforever]

By far the best Wyatt Sicks graphic to date.

[queeny23]

Posting Naomi everyday til her Birthday 💚

99/110

[alltimelowsuckedmydick]

tell me this man doesn't have a humiliation kink

[punksyeet]

the prettiest boy <3

[itsrheasgirl]

Rhea’s mirror selfies always hit.

[730architect]

picture your face - L4B (1.1)

first real tumblr post um hi?? anyways i posted this fic on ao3 last month and it did pretty well so i decided to post it on here as well! so hi if you know me from there or from twt :)

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wc: 2.4k

tags: liv4brutality, masturbation, hatred, conflicted feelings, liv lowkey hates dominik (yay), callbacks to l4b (2022), liv is still hopelessly in love with rhea but we knew this, light heterosexual couple jumpscares sorry....

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I had to go into the other room, she sent me something and I can’t think about anything else…

Liv walked confidently to the back after successfully winning a dark match on tonight’s SmackDown, a match she had won with ease. Ease, which really meant continuous interference from her boyfriend, Dominik Mysterio. She cradled her precious championship in her arms as she pointed and laughed in the faces of the fans booing her on her way out. She was on top of the world and there was no woman on the entire roster, on the entire planet for that matter, who could knock her off of her pedestal.

Each victory was sweeter than the last, further cementing her as the greatest women’s world champion of all time, as she so eloquently called herself. She and Dominik were all smiles as they walked through the curtain arm in arm celebrating the champion’s win. However Liv’s smile faded quickly the second they made it back to gorilla, dropping her hand from his.

“You okay, mi güerita?” Dominik asks, immediately noticing her instant lack of affection which had caught him off guard.

“Fine, just a little tired.” Liv replies with a strained smile, attempting to save face. Dominik returned her smile with a bright one of his own, oblivious to her strange behavior.

The truth was, dating Dominik wasn’t all she had imagined it would be. Sure, in the beginning it was sort of fun. But that was due to the fact that Liv had finally gotten the ultimate revenge on the woman who had ruined her life while the whole world watched. She did exactly what she vowed she would do: take everything from Rhea Ripley until she was left with nothing but her shitty shoulder and her own misery.

Unfortunately for Liv, it was obvious that Dominik liked her far more than she liked him; which she took full responsibility for. Her conversations with Finn always seemed to be over the same matter: her true intentions with Dominik. She was not at all prepared for how needy and affectionate Dom would be, both in private and in public. He constantly needed her attention for even the littlest things.

“Hey Liv, should I wear my white or purple boots for my match later?”

“Liv, do you think I look jacked in this picture?”

His constant neediness was enough to drive any woman insane, Liv was amazed that Rhea was able to stay with him for so long. She couldn’t help but discreetly roll her eyes whenever he called her name before putting on a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a skip in her step as she made her way to him. Why did she feel this way?

She and Dominik are back in their shared hotel room after the show. She finds herself trapped in his arms yet again in bed as he mindlessly scrolls through the TV channels. Liv gets up from the bed, tossing Dominik’s tattooed arm off of her and ignoring his audible confusion, mumbling something along the lines of, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Picture your face, I wanna touch you but you’re too far away…

Liv locks herself in the bathroom and surveys her surroundings, mind still racing. Her eyes land on the large bathtub and decides a bath would help clear her head. She empties the pockets of her shorts and runs the bath water to her desired temperature while she pours soap into the tub, allowing it to form bubbles as she undresses. She tosses her clothes into a pile in the corner of the bathroom and ties her blonde hair up into a lazy bun at the top of her head, then climbing into the warm and welcoming water as bubbles swirled around her. Liv allows herself to sink down, down, down into the tub until only her head breaks the surface of the foamy water.

She tries to dilute her stress but Rhea continues to ravage her thoughts relentlessly, refusing to provide her with even a second of relief. Liv finds her mind drifting back to 2022, when she and Rhea were tag team partners and the best of friends. How Rhea treated her like the only girl in the world, how she picked her up with ease in ways that Dominik could only dream of. Liv feels a pang in her heart as she relives each sweet memory she and Rhea shared together on their quest for tag team gold. Her wet fingers rise and ghost over her lips where she swears she can still taste the sweetness of Rhea’s cheek that she would kiss after every win or loss. No matter what, they had each other. Until they didn’t.

And maybe Liv was naive for thinking that they would last forever, but how could she not when Rhea treated her like the only girl she would ever have eyes for for as long as she lived? Sometimes she thinks about what their lives would be like if Rhea had never turned her back on her. Would they still be tag team partners or would they have split on good terms? Would they be champions together like they once dreamed? The constant state of wonder she repeatedly finds herself in leaves her head pounding. They once looked at each other with such tenderness but now every glance is filled with pure malice.

Know I shouldn't need it but I want affection, know I shouldn't want it but I need attention

She hears a familiar snore come from the other room and immediately recognizes it as Dominik, which only seems to piss her off even more. Liv’s mind shifts once again, thinking about how her stomach would jolt whenever her eyes met Rhea’s as she stared her down, blue eyes morphing into angry slits every time Rhea saw her. Liv would try and put on a hardened expression of her own but to no avail. She just couldn’t ignore the heat that pooled in the pit of her stomach every time Rhea was near. Her breath on the back of Liv’s neck every time she pinned her down to the mat, seething over how much she fucking hated her. And by god did it turn her on.

Her nimble fingers begin to trail down her still-immersed body, fantasizing about how roughly Rhea would grab her, practically throwing her around like a rag doll if she really wanted to. How her sharp canines would flash through her snarl every time she had Liv backed into a corner. She found herself dismissing the wet spots in her underwear after every interaction with her or even after just stumbling across a post of hers on social media.

Liv grabs her phone from the side of the tub and opens Instagram, switching between accounts. Her wet fingers slowly find the search bar and tap on the last and only searched profile: Rhea’s. Liv couldn’t risk making a wrong move and tapping something she wasn’t meant to on accident, which would end up being the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to her. She looks through Rhea’s profile for a couple seconds, nearly missing her latest post.

It was a mirror picture taken at the gym, nothing Rhea hasn’t posted about a million times before. But this one nearly had Liv’s world crumbling around her. It wasn’t the photo that mattered, despite how good she looked in it. Muscles bulging and glistening with a light sheen of sweat after what Liv assumed to be an intense arm-day workout. Black tattoo ink decorated her skin, wrapping themselves around her arms and fingers as she held her phone in one hand and flexed the other. But it was the caption that truly caught Liv’s attention.

“rhearipley_wwe watch me 👁️‍🗨️”

Liv sat up straight in the bathtub, nearly spilling water onto the bathroom floor with the speed she moved at. She waits for the anger to hit her but it never does. Instead it’s that same familiar throb in her core which she’s sure is coated in slick and not because of the water she’s sitting in. She stops for a moment to listen to her surroundings, relieved when she still hears Dom’s obnoxious snores through the locked door. She sinks back down into the tub, still staring at the photo, eyes drooping slightly with lust. Her fingers trace incoherent shapes onto the soft skin of her thighs as she separates them, exposing her cunt to her digits. She glides her index finger over her opening, almost slipping it inside due to how wet she is. Rhea may be obsessed but Liv was nothing short of infatuated by her.

Now I'm picturing you and you're touching yourself…

Her fingers slowly begin to circle her clit, spreading her slick over the puffy pearl. Liv sighs softly to herself, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before opening again to marvel at the photo. The caption itself almost seems like a teasing invitation in its own right, enticing Liv to slip a finger inside of herself, quickly replacing one with two and imagining it was Rhea’s inked ones instead. Water sloshed around due to her movements as her back arched slightly off the back of the tub she leaned on. “Shit… Rhea…” she whispers to herself through parted lips, Rhea’s name slipping past them like a prayer. Like she’s repenting, begging some sort of divine power for forgiveness for what she’s done as she does it.

Liv never slows the relentless piston of her fingers, going in and out of her weeping hole. The heel of her palm hits her clit with every thrust at the perfect angle, making her brain short circuit with every motion.

A memory from years ago plays in her mind like a technicolor movie. Liv had made her way to the locker room, calling out Rhea’s name as she glanced left and right for her then partner until she saw her standing at the end of the locker room, back facing her.

“Hey Rhea, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some food before we head back to the hotel or something.” Liv chirped as she walked up to her partner, blissfully unaware that she was stripping herself of her ring gear. Rhea turns around to face Liv, her hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her bralette that made up the top half of her gear.

“Sounds good to me, love. What are you in the mood for?” Rhea asks with a toothy smile, thick accent slicing through the air.

She turns around once again and lets out a relieved sigh when she finally unfastens her top, allowing it to fall off of her and completely expose the top half of her body. Liv’s mouth drops open before she quickly regains her composure, trying her hardest not to gawk at her tag partner’s physique, now having half of it fully exposed to her.

Rhea had less tattoos back then, her body a little leaner as she's put on more muscle since. But regardless of how she looked, Liv always found herself pressing her thighs together whenever she saw her, searching desperately for even the smallest bit of friction to provide herself with some semblance of relief before she could tend to it herself. Rhea turns to the side as she throws on a t-shirt, allowing Liv to catch a glimpse of her plush tits and the piercings that adorned them; along with the massive gargoyle tattoo that sat right underneath. She didn’t feel worthy of seeing her like this, all exposed and vulnerable. She didn’t feel worthy of seeing her at all.

The fingers wrapped around her phone still displaying Rhea’s photo had begun to tremble due to the sensation, liking the photo accidentally in the process. Liv however paid no mind, how could she with how her heart hammered in her chest, blood pounding in her ears, drowning out the sounds of her breathy moans and pathetic whimpers as she imagined Rhea’s expression seeing her like this behind her rolled back eyes. Liv eventually drops her phone back down and paws at her breasts, rolling her nipples between her index finger and thumb as she continues the assault on her pussy with her other hand.

She feels pressure increase just below her pelvis, making the entire lower half of her body feel like it’s about to implode. She slows the speed of her fingers ever so slightly to be able to grind her hips down onto them, allowing them to hit even deeper inside of her which makes her head spin. She feels the pressure increase more and more until she pinches at her nipple right as her fingers curl up slightly inside her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars every time. Liv throws her head back and detonates like a bomb around her digits, Rhea’s face the only thing she could see behind her tightly closed eyelids.

“Rhea… oh my sweet girl, oh my god…” she wept to herself, only then realizing that a few tears had rolled down her face. She slowly pulls her fingers out of her cunt, whining at the sensitivity and emptiness she felt. Liv laps her fingers clean, moaning around them as she envisions they’re Rhea’s she’s sucking off rather than her own.

She lays back and takes some much needed deep breaths with her eyes closed, feeling her heart rate return to a normal speed. She opens her eyes to the sound of her phone going off, notifying her that she’s received a text message. Liv picks her phone up to check who it is only to almost drop it into the water when she does.

It’s an unsaved number she hasn’t texted in years, but the lack of caller ID doesn’t serve any purpose considering it’s the only phone number besides hers that she knows by heart. With shaking fingers, she taps on the notification, opening the messages app. The text contains a single screenshot of someone’s instagram notifications. She taps on it and reads “yaonlylivvonce and 82,385 others liked your photo”.

You’re fucking kidding.

The photo in question is the post of Rhea that Liv had just spent the last half hour jerking it to. She’s stuck, frozen in shock as the now lukewarm water stills around her. She’s snapped out of her trance with another text notification, this time it’s a short sentence.

“I guess you really were watching me”

Shit.

[rhea-bloody-ripley]

Raw November 18 2024