#kicking liv i love you

[reddeluxeedition]

watched part of olivias concert movie and i knew it would slap, im just sad she didnt come to nz

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

[novelconcepts]

If nobody’s got me, I know the actors behind Taivan have got me.

[witchcastors]

💜

[damiansgoodgirll]

Don’t break my heart part 4 with reader and drew finally kissing ❤️🤭

part one, part two, part three

damian priest x reader (platonic), rhea ripley x reader (platonic), the judgment day x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️ angst, comfort, liv morgan as a warning, some fluff, family issues, a lot of family issues, crying and panicking , mention of sexual things but nothing happened (yet) - part 5 will be sadder and general worse‼️

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated

don’t break my heart - part 4

it’s been a week since your first “date” with drew and you couldn’t lie if you said you didn’t like him. you probably developed a crush for the man but you tried to keep it as private as possible, fearing rhea or damian would find out, or, worse, fearing that drew would find out.

in the same week you’ve been texting more and more, talking about the silliest things. he even changed his work schedule just to train with you - and rhea and damian.

he didn’t mind them as long as they weren’t keeping you away from him. in this week he got to realise how much they cared for you and even if he wouldn’t hurt you, after you’ve been through, he knew that they still would be over protective with you.

you started talking with drew more and more about private and personal things. you didn’t fully open up to him, especially not via text, but somehow he understood that apart from damian and rhea, you were completely alone.

he felt for you.

you were a nice person to hang out with and he couldn’t understand why the other girls didn’t want to befriend you.

rhea and damian knew something was going on with you. they weren’t stupid, they knew something was going on between you and drew but they didn’t know how to bring up the situation because they didn’t want to upset you.

after rhea saw drew kissing your cheek from the hotel window, she knew she should have done something but at the same time she knew that if she intervened in something that didn’t belong to her, you would have gotten mad, and losing you too wasn’t an option.

so she talked about the whole situation with damian and they both agreed to talk with you after raw ended.

while driving to the arena, damian and rhea kept exchanging glances, noticing how happier you were. they knew it was because you were going to see drew and they hated that he was the reason of your happiness.

“i can’t wait for kicking some asses” you said smiling, making both of the adults laugh.

“yeah, i really can’t wait for my fight against carlito…he’s been a real pain in the ass these past weeks” damian added.

“what about liv? just the sound of her voice irritates me” rhea smirked making you chuckle.

you were extremely excited that you were going back on stage. you didn’t have any match yet but you were there to support damian ringside with rhea. you knew that finn or jd would have done something to make damian lose and you couldn’t allow that.

“how much do i have to get ready?” you asked rhea, watching the clock on your phone.

“about an hour…don’t be late” she winked at you, knowing that you were always ready on time and she was the one who was always late.

while moving to your changing room, your eyes met drew who waved at you smiling. you waved back, smiling at him.

you felt like a teenager in love and you hated yourself for that. you’ve never had an actual teenage crush, all the boys you liked, never liked you back and so you had no idea of what to do with drew, without talking about the age gap between the two of you.

you wished you could talk to rhea or damian about this but if you told them you had a crush for drew, they would probably kick your ass too.

while finishing getting ready, you smiled seeing a text from drew popping up on your screen.

can’t wait to see you kick finn’s ass out there! be careful <3 see you after the show!

he wanted to see you?

he wanted to see you!

“oh my…he wants to see me!” you almost screamed like a baby.

“y/n! ten minutes!” one of the managers screamed from outside the room and woke you up from your little dream.

you weren’t supposed be on the ring until rhea finished her promo so you waited backstage, watching her from a screen. she was showing confidence, something you’ve always admired from her. she was showing the world who was in charge and definitely weren’t dom or liv.

but then liv started talking about how she took everything from rhea. not only the title but how she took dom and the rest of the team from her. how she replaced her in the family she thought she had found and you could see hurt in rhea’s eyes but she was trying her best to not break.

you, on other hand, were deeply hurt from her words and a tear fell from your eyes. you couldn’t understand how someone could be so cruel. you couldn’t understand how finn and dom were siding with her. you couldn’t even understand why dom was treating rhea that way, he always loved to be her puppy so making her feel guilty after she’s the reason he became who he is today, it just wasn’t right.

damian was capable of bringing a smile into your face when he appeared from behind and started attacking dom.

“finally” you whispered getting ready to go in the arena.

just a few minutes later and damian’s match against carlito began. it was an easy match for damian and you knew that he would have won easily but when you saw jd ready to attack him you couldn’t stay back.

rhea held you, whispering that it wasn’t time yet.

“i just wanna delete his existence from the face of the earth” you whispered making her laugh.

“let damian win and then we can go” she said.

after a few minutes damian won his match and was in that exact moment that jd attacked him, making you even more angry “okay, go…” rhea looked at you with such pride in her eyes. she watched you run into the arena and began your attack on jd, trying to separate him from damian.

the crowd screamed of happiness when they saw you.

just a few seconds after and liv was attacking you from behind “wrong team y/n” she whispered. her words only made you laugh.

with a quick move you were able to free yourself and to pin her down, making her yelp from pain.

“wrong person to attack, you bitch” you whispered.

she was surprised at how fierce you were feeling tonight “you know, with this temper, you would fit perfectly with me and the guys” she whispered making sure no one heard.

“in your dreams” you said while blocking her arms down.

the moment rhea came to stage, dom was quick to shove you apart to save liv. so you stayed there, watching with damian how terrified everyone was of rhea.

out of nowhere, finn tried some moves but he was about to get hit by damian when he moved apart and sacrificed jd to get that hit.

“what a coward” you screamed into his face making the whole crowd chant with you. as a result of their cowardice, you, damian and rhea were happily celebrating inside the ring.

both for damian’s victory and for your ability to face the team, you were happily getting backstage. damian in the middle with you and rhea on his side, his arms around your waist while the crowd happily cheered for you.

once backstage you couldn’t contain your happiness “oh my! that was amazing damian!” he happily hugged you when he saw how excited you were.

moments like these were rare so they cherished every single moment when you were happy.

“i’m going to take a quick shower and change…uhm…if you want to go back to the hotel i will see you there” you smiled, trying to avoid that topic.

rhea understood what you meant and even if she wanted, she couldn’t hold you back.

“okay, be careful” she said in a serious tone “and don’t hesitate to call if something happens okay? even if you need a ride back”

“okay, i will, thank you” you said happily before coming back to your changing room. you were quick to take a shower and change in some clean clothes cause you didn’t want to lose drew segment.

seeing him on the screen always made you feel butterflies in your stomach. his confidence, his voice while speaking on the mic, his personality and charisma, that you were kinda shocked to see how different he was with you, almost embarrassed to messed things up.

“ouch!” you almost screamed when you saw punk hitting him with his belt. you knew there were going to be bruises and you were kinda worried for him. you knew he had much worse but still, punk probably went too far.

you took a protein bar out of your bag and happily eat it while watching the rest of the show when you heard his voice through the corridors “funking punk!” he screamed.

that made you laugh.

you reached for your door, wanting to see if he was doing okay when you stopped in front of his changing room. he was trying to see the damage left by punk while looking in the mirror.

“need help with some lotion?” you softly asked. his face soften when he saw you standing in front of his door.

“can you take a picture first?” he asked and you nodded.

he made sure to show the bracelet he stole from punk “you’re being petty” you joked while taking the picture.

“i’m the worst, kid” he laughed. you handed him his phone back and he thanked you.

you saw he was looking for some wipes to clean the blood off but you moved first and took a sanitary wipe from the bag you had on your shoulder “here, this should help…” you handed him the wipe but he turned his back on you, hinting that he wanted you to clean him “are you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you”

“you have feathery hands, trust me, you won’t hurt me more than punk did…” he laughed, convincing you.

you moved cautiously, don’t wanting to hurt him, you cleaned the blood that came from the bruises before gently applying some oil on his skin. he swore he could get used to your touch. kind and gentle, definitely not what he was used to.

“and we are all done…” your voice came out as a whisper. standing so close to drew while he was half naked was completely different from having date lunch with him or texting him.

he turned back to face you again and maybe, just maybe, you were a little too close. the height difference between the two of you was crazy, your eyes were fixed on his chest, too shy to watch him in the eyes as you felt them on you.

“too shy kid?” he said smirking when you lifted your head up.

“i’m not a kid…” you whispered back, making him chuckle.

“you are my kid though…” his hand gently lifted your chin up so you couldn’t escape from his gaze “i could stay like this forever” he whispered.

yes, definitely different from the past week where you’ve been texting nonstop.

“really?” his statement took you back and you wondered if he really wanted to stay like that forever.

“really. you’re so kind and beautiful, and it pains me that people don’t see you the way i do…” his hand gently stroking your cheek “i like you y/n…yes, maybe all of this was unexpected and i definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love with the judgment day’s protégé but here i am…i really, really like you” his accent made everything even hotter.

you weren’t good with words. especially not when you were still getting to know him well and even if you knew you liked him too, you had no idea of how to tell him so you simply acted of gesture.

you brought his face down so your lips could meet his but he was stronger so he lifted your body up from your waist so now you were the one on your toes, your hands behind his neck while you were still kissing him.

it was a soft yet passionate kiss. something you’ve been wanting for years. you felt all the emotions exploding in your stomach.

drew’s hands moved from your waist to hold your back and your neck, while his lips were still moving upon your soft ones.

your hand went involuntarily into his hair tugging them. he almost moaned into your mouth but when you opened your eyes and saw his look, you thought you might have hurt him “sorry…”

“don’t apologise love, tug on them all you want” he said smiling against your lips.

“can we do that again?” you said trying to catch your breath.

“absolutely” he said before capturing your lips again. this time he was fighting for dominance, gently biting your lower lip, making you smile into the kiss. his hands wished they could touch everywhere on your body but he didn’t want to scare you away, he still was a gentleman so he kept moving them from your neck to your waist and from your waist to your neck even if he wanted to feel the skin under your jumper.

once you both needed to catch your breath, your eyes met and there was like an unspoken rule between the two of you.

you wanted him as much as he wanted you. both sexually, physically and mentally. there was a connection between you two.

“drew?” your side voice woke him up from his trance.

“mh?”

“do you really want this? want…me?” you were hesitant as you didn’t know how actually felt feeling wanted.

“as long as you want me y/n…” he replied.

“i want you drew…i want this and i want to get to know you but…but i feel like once you know the real me, you’re gonna leave…” you didn’t wanna sound weak but there was a lot going on in your life and you didn’t want to open up to someone who might leave, not again “drew…my head’s a mess and i don’t wanna scare you away”

drew’s heart broke when he heard how scared you were of opening up to him “y/n, love, i promise you, i’m here to stay…whatever you might tell me, won’t scare me away, i’m here for you”

you couldn’t find words to thank him enough so you simply hugged him, trying not to mess with his back “let me put on a clean t-shirt and then i’ll drive us both to the hotel” he smiled and you nodded.

once he was ready, you both went into his rental and drove back to the hotel. he complimented your presence inside the arena, telling you how much confidence you were gaining.

“will you ever get back that bracelet to punk?” you asked laughing.

“probably not” he said making you laugh even more.

once parked outside of the hotel he helped you with your bags and put them on the floor.

“which room are you in?” he asked.

“uhm…405, you?”

“320…different floors…well, love, let me take you to your room so i can proper kiss you goodnight” he said, making you blush “oh so you are shy now?”

“i’m not shy…”

“right…” he chuckled, calling the elevator while still carrying his and your own bags.

once inside, he gently moved your bags from the floor to the table on your left and took his time in admiring you underneath the moonlight “you are so pretty” he whispered making you blush even harder.

his hands moved some of the hair that laid in front of your face and his thumb gently caressed your lips “goodnight y/n” his lips captured your lips one last time before he went back to his room.

you couldn’t really fully register what just happened but in less than two hours drew confessed to you, kissed you, told you that he was gonna stick by your side and let you take care of him.

maybe life wasn’t so bad at all - you thought but then you remembered that you left the remote at the reception to let them fix it as it wasn’t working this morning, so you would have to go and get it from them.

“hello, i’m here for the tv remote please…” you smiled at the lady who was working at the reception. she kindly gave you the remote back but before you could go back to your room, a very irritating voice caught your attention.

“y/n” liv morgan happily called your name.

“liv…” you weren’t in the mood for talking.

“can we please talk? just for a minute?” she asked but you quickly said no and turned your back to her “well, that’s sad…you know, you could have your own spot with us…we could be your new family…it’s not gonna take long before rhea and dam abandon you like your own biological family did” she laughed.

how did she know that?

“how do you?”

“how do i know?” she interrupted you “finn told me…finn told me everything” she smirked “he told me about your family, about how they kicked you out when you were only eighteen, how you had no place to go, how lonely you felt…” tears were forming in your eyes but you didn’t want to cry in front of her “i know you’re still in therapy due to all the things your family put you through….i had no idea they tried to reach out when you got famous, pretty sure not even damian and rhea know…” she kept smiling knowing she was breaking you apart “finn practically told me how much of a crybaby you are…how you needed damian or rhea everytime you were feeling down, finn told me about all the times you bothered him with your own stupid problems…trust me y/n, if your family abandoned you, if the judgment day abandoned you, it’s just a matter of time before rhea and damian abandon you too…” she said before going away.

leaving you there, alone, with tears in your eyes and a mind who couldn’t be trusted.

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never thought this would be a series but i can’t wait for part 5 cause is gonna be really really angst and i promise you rhea and damian will be more present

[naturesapphic]

Needy

Olivia benson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut and y/n drooling over Olivia

The front door slammed shut while you were in the living room reading your book. You pushed your glasses up on your nose so you can see and you see your girlfriend olivia. “Hey sweetheart.” She smiled at you, showing off her perfect smile as she was walking over to you. “Hi.” You shyly said at her and she smiled even bigger. “We’ve been dating for a while. Shouldn’t you stop being so nervous around me sweetie?” She asked with a cocky and firm tone that made you weak in the knees.

“I can’t help it liv. You always make me so flustered. Even when you just breath near me I wanna faint.” You explained to her as you got up from the couch to head to the kitchen and she started following you. She let out a hard laugh which made you smile. “I do darling?” She said smirking and looking at you intensely as she got closer to you and you were backing up until you hit the kitchen counter with your back. She smirked and got close enough to your face that you can feel her breath against your lips. “Y-yes…” you whispered out and bit your lip at how she was looking at you. Olivia’s arms went around your waist and pulled you against her so yall were touching.

You looked up at her and was met with her brown eyes staring intensely in yours. Then, olivia captured your lips in hers and you recuperated back as you wrap your arms around her neck. She suddenly picks you up in her strong arms which makes you squeal and started laughing. She smiled up at you and carried you up the stairs to y’all’s room. She kicked the door open gently with her foot and went to the edge of the bed and put you on it. You got up on your knees to where she was standing up and bite you lip as you admired her. “I fucking love how short your hair is…it makes me wet every time I see you…you give off daddy vibes.” You giggled at the end and she chuckled at you.

“I’m glad you think I look so good with my hair babygirl. I wasn’t too sure about it but now I am.” She said smirking at you as she flexes her arms as she’s pushing her hair back making you whine out. “Babyyyyyy…stop teasing me…and fuck me.” You said as you were unbuttoning her blue button up shirt. She chuckled down at you and watches you as her eyes grow with lust. “Slow down sweetheart…I’m not going anywhere.” She said with a low voice that make you more weak in the knees. You finally got her shirt undone and pulled it down her strong, muscular arms. You smiled up at her as you run your hands up and down her chest. “Your turn sweetheart.” She said as she goes to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. You reveal to her that you didn’t have anything on underneath it and her eyes immediately go to your breast.

“You are so gorgeous babygirl. All mine…” she says with a low tone which she knows drives you up the wall as she moves her hands from your stomach up to your breast. “So pretty…” she says gently as she softly massages your breast in her hands. You moan softly at the contact and you gasp when her fingers start pulling on your rosy pink nipples. “A-ahh…l-livia fuck…” you breath out and she smirks down at you, she loves seeing you so breathless and whiny and she hasn’t even fucked you yet. “Lay down for me princess.” She softly demanded you and you laid down in the middle of the bed on your back. “Such a good girl.” She praised you and you smile at her in response. Olivia took off her sports bra, along with her pants and underwear. You laid there, admiring her as she took off each piece of clothing off her strong body. You felt something wet on your mouth and you realized that was actual drool coming out of your mouth. You quickly wiped it away, embarrassed as fuck but Olivia noticed. “I saw that sweetheart. I never knew someone could literally drool over me.” She chuckled out as she gets on the bed with her hands and knees and crawls over to you.

Until she stops at your legs, she then pulls you closer to her and you both giggle at the action. She pulls down your shorts along with your pink underwear and she throws your shorts on the floor but keeps your underwear. She sees that they are wet and she smirks at you “you already this wet babygirl? Tsk tsk and I haven’t even really touched you yet…what a little slut.” She said as you bit your lip and looked at her intensely. “I’m your little slut daddy.” You said innocently and you visibly saw her eyes darken with lust. “Damn right I am.” She responded with a low voice as she leans down and smashes her lips with yours. The both of you moan into each others mouths at the feeling of y’all’s lips together. Your bodies were pushed up against the other and hands were exploring. You felt her tongue trying to push through your lips and you granted her by opening your mouth. Her tongue slipping in yours and was feeling every inch of your mouth. As her tongue was exploring your mouth, one of your hands were in her short hair, slightly pulling on it, and the other was on her back. She pulled away gently as a string of y’all’s salvia was present and she licked her lips at you.

“I need to taste that puffy pussy of yours…” she demanded and she laid down on the bed. “Sit on my face princess.” She instructed you and you crawled over her body and hovered your dripping pussy over her face. “Gosh…I love this pussy right here…I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner…” she rasped out and you blushed bright red. You then lowered yourself on her face and was rewarded by her tongue pushing through your folds, suckling on you. You moaned out her name loudly and reached down to grab onto her hair. Olivia’s tongue swirled around your clit and sucked hard on it which made you thrust your hips up. “F-fuck!” You gasped out as pleasure was going through your whole body. She kissed your clit softly as pulled away from it and started leaving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy. “Love. this. fucking. pussy. Mine.” She breathed each word after every kiss she made on you. Her tongue suddenly dipped into your pulsating hole and she started to tongue fuck you. “O-Olivia!” You moaned out loudly and started riding her face.

Your legs started to shake and you begged her to let you cum. “P-please livia…need to c-cum…” you pleaded and she gently tapped your thigh twice to let you know that it’s okay. You felt the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and soon enough you were cumming in her mouth as you were pulling her short hair. You panted as you fell on the side of the bed beside her, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck…I love your mouth.” You said breathlessly and she laughed. “I’m glad you do sweetheart. Can I try something?” She asked you. “Of course. I trust you baby.” You reassured her and she carefully got on top of you as she aligned y’all’s pussys on top of each other. Making direct contact the both of you moaned and Olivia started rubbing her clit onto yours. Olivia’s breast hovered over your mouth and with each movement, they moved back and forth and you were so tempted. You leaned up and attached your lips to her pink nipple and started suckling. Olivia moaned louder at the extra stimulation and started praising you since praising makes you even hornier. “That’s a good girl. Go on sweetheart…keep sucking on them darling…such a good girl. My perfect baby.” She praised you and you blushed red from them and from her fucking you. Soon enough, both of you were cumming on each other and moans were spread in the house. Olivia collapsed on top of you and was breathing hard. You run your fingers through your girlfriends hair and start rubbing her back soothingly.

“I love you Olivia benson..” you whispered to her and gave her a loving kiss on the top of her head. “And I love you most y/f/n (your full name).” She whispered back and leaned up to give you a soft kiss on your plump lips. You smiled in the kiss as did she and Olivia rested her head back on your chest. Y’all then went to sleep in each others arms that night and had an amazing sleep. You sure did love Olivia’s short hair and now she definitely knows it.

A/n: 1545 words damn lmao when I first started this I was on my period and I was extremely horny for Olivia’s short hair so that’s how I came up with this lmao Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[sydsaint]

Hello darling I was wondering if you could write a Damian x reader fic where reader has a really bad bf (can make it another wrestler if ya want) and Damian gets into a fight with said boyfriend and then proves to her he loves her and is the better option and you find out reader always had feeling for him but was to nervous to say anything to him (some what based on ho hey song by limiters)

I hope you enjoy it!!! <3

Summary: The reader has a bad argument with her boyfriend, Giovanni Vinci. Damian intervenes, unable to stand by while reader gets mistreated.

You storm down the hallway with your boyfriend hot on your tail as you attempt to free yourself from his presence for a bit.

"Stop following me, Giovanni." You whirl around to face him with a scowl.

"YN, come on." Gio replies. "I said that I was sorry. What else do you want me to do?" He asks you.

You scoff and go to turn around and stomp off again, but Vinci catches your arm before you can move away from him. "I want you to stop ogling other women when I'm standing right next to you, dickhead." You yank your arm out of his grip.

"I wasn't ogling, Liv, I swear." Vinci attempts to defend himself. "I was just glancing around the room and she happened to be standing right there." He insists.

"You are so full of shit!" You laugh hysterically. "I saw you staring at her ass, Giovanni! The only thing that could have made it more obvious is if you started drooling!" You shout at him.

The commotion being aired out in the middle of the hallway earns itself an audience when one of the locker room doors swings open. Damian steps out of the Judgement Day locker room and locks onto you pointing an angry finger into Giovanni's chest.

"Everything alright out here, YN?" Damian makes his way over to your side to check on you.

"We're fine here." Giovanni answers for you. "It's none of your damn business anyway." He turns his nose up at Damian.

Damian rolls his eyes and turns to face you. "I was talking to, YN, asshole." He looks down at you with a soft expression. "You okay, YN?" He asks you again.

"I'm alright, Damian, thanks." You glance up at Priest and nod. "Gio and I were just having a disagreement is all." You assure him.

"Alright." Damian nods and backs off now that he knows that you aren't in any danger. "Hey, I was just about to run down to catering to grab a drink for Finn. You want to come with me?" He asks you.

Giovanni scoffs and reaches out to grab your arm again. "She's fine." He attempts to answer for you again. "Come on, YN. Let's go back to the locker room and talk about this like adults." He insists.

Damian grabs Giovanni's arm before it has a chance to clamp down on yours. He shoves Gio's arm back into his chest and steps between the two of you. "Try and grab her like that again and the only place you'll be going is the ER." Damian growls at Giovanni.

"Whatever." Giovanni scoffs and stares at you over Damian's shoulder. "Come find me when you're over this bitchy mood, YN."

You roll your eyes and watch Giovanni retreat back to the Imperium locker room to pout. Once he's out of sight, Damian turns back around and leans down so he can talk to you more comfortably.

"You okay?" Damian asks you. "Does he he all grabby with you like that often?"

"Only when he's in a bad mood." You grumble to yourself. "Which is more often nowadays." You admit. "But I'm fine, thanks, Damian." You smile at him.

Damian nods, thoughts of kicking Giovanni's ass crossing his mind as he looks down at you. "You can still hang with me if you don't want to head back to the Imperium locker room just yet." He offers. "We can chat some more if you'd like." He suggests casually.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, actually." You nod.

You and Damian take off and head down to catering so Damian can fetch Finn's drink like he said earlier. The two of you chat along the way, mostly about work.

"How long have you and Vinci been a thing, anyway?" Damian asks you while you're on the way back from catering.

"Umm, a little over a year now I think." You reply. "It's usually not like this. Gio's sweet, most of the time." You assure him. "We just...well it seems like he likes to argue with me sometimes." You sigh.

"Sounds kind of shitty if you ask me." Damian replies. "I mean, I don't mean to pry or anything like that. But you've seemed kind of quieter and more distant these past few months." He explains.

You unconsciously nod and bite the inside of your cheek. "Yeah well, being a member of Imperium isn't easy." You attempt a half-assed laugh. "Gunther keeps us all on a tight schedule. Anyway, thanks for talking with me Damian. Gio should be cooled off by now. But I'll catch you later, yeah?" You ask him.

"Yeah, anytime, shorty." Damian nods.

You head off to return to the Imperium locker room and Damian watches you go. 'Fuck! I am such an idiot!' he curses himself. 'why couldn't I just tell her how I feel?'

Later in the night, Damian and the rest of Judgment Day are heading out of the arena. Damian is loading up the trunk with bags when he hears arguing a few spaces away.

"I'll be right back, guys." Damian sets down his bag and heads off to find the source of the shouting.

"Why do you have to act like such a difficult bitch all of a sudden?" Giovanni lays into you verbally in the parking lot. "Just get in the damn car, YN! I'm done arguing with you!"

Damian rounds the corner just as Giovanni makes a move toward you. You step out of Gio's range and swat his hand away. "Just fuck off, Gio! God, I am so sick and tired of taking this verbal abuse from you!" You shout right back at him. "Go back to the hotel by your damn self! I'll find my own ride back." You turn sharply on your heel and begin to walk away with your bags.

"You aren't going anywhere until we settle this!" Giovanni steps forward again and goes to grab you.

You turn around to smack Giovanni but someone beats you to the punch.

Literally.

Your eyes widen in shock as Damian steps out from behind a car. You watch Priest reel his hand back before swinging it at Giovanni's face. Damian's first collides with Gio's jaw and Vinci reels back.

"What did I tell you earlier!" Damian puffs out his chest as he steps in front of you.

Seconds later, Finn and JD appear at your side, having been drawn in by Damian's yelling. "YN? You alright?" Finn sets a hand on your shoulder.

"What? Oh, Finn!" You jump before turning around. "What are you and JD doing here?" You ask him.

"We heard shouting." JD answers you. "Damian!? What the hell are you doing?" He turns to Damian who is now on Giovanni and trading blows with him.

The fight startles you and you shake a bit. "Can you guys separate them?" You ask Finn and JD.

Finn nods and beckons Dominick over from their car. Dom heads over and stands by you while Finn and JD break up the brawl between Giovanni and Damian.

Once the pair are separated, Finn drags Damian over to you and Dominick while JD keeps an eye on Giovanni. Damian calms down when he sees the worried look on your face.

"Shit! YN." Damian's expression softens. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just...well I wasn't going to let Vinci keep ragging on you like that." He tries to explain himself.

"I know." You nod. "It's okay. Thank you for wanting to help." You blink a few times. "Honestly? I don't know why I've put up with it for so long." Tears dare to spill from your eyes and blur your vision.

Damian recognizes the look on your face and pulls you into his chest for a hug. He rubs your back gently to soothe you while Finn helps escort Giovanni away from the group.

"You know that you deserve better. That's what's important." Damian comforts you. "You want to ride back to the hotel with us? I can get Finn and JD to get your stuff for you." He offers. "Then we can get you a different room to stay in."

"Yeah, that sounds like a start." You nod and pull away from Damian. "Thank you, Damian. I don't know what I'd be doing right now if you weren't here to help." You sniffle.

.Damian cracks a soft smile and hugs you tightly again. "I've got your back, hermosa." He assures you.

[cosmicflw3rr]

HEY!! can i get a dom x reader fic where they hang out at his place and cuddle while it storms? and a first kiss too, THANK YOUU

thunderstorms.

dominik mysterio x gn! reader

summary: there’s a big thunder storm rolling in, instead of staying in your hotel room alone you decide to spend the time with your best friend.

A/N: tysm for the request! 🫶 I absolutely love this request, and I also added a bit more than what you asked but I hope you still like it!

you were snuggled beneath the cozy hotel blankets, finding comfort in the warm glow of your favorite TV show, a distraction from the rain hitting the window.

the loud booming had kept you awake for the past hour, leaving you tossing and turning. as the storm's continued, your restlessness grew.

turning over, with a sigh you reached for the nightstand, your hand finding your phone. you opened your phone going to your messages.

12:38

you: are you up?

you had just swiped out of the chat when your phone vibrated. it was a notification showing you he had replied.

you tapped it, and it brought you back into the conversation.

dom💜: yea

dom💜: are you okay?

you: yea everything’s alright

you: can i go to your room?

dom💜: ofc you can

dom💜: i was actually gonna see if you were up😭

you: 😭

you: alright ill be over there in a bit.

dom💜: okay 👍

laying your phone aside, you sat up and clicked the TV off. putting on a black hoodie and slipping on your sandals, you grabbed your phone and wallet with the key card tucked inside.

you walked out of your room making your way to dominik’s room.

fortunately, you were both on the same floor, his was only a little bit further down the hall. you walked up to the door knocking on it.

you pulled out your phone scrolling through Instagram as you waited for him to open the door.

not long after you heard the lock clicked softly, and dom’s door swung open, revealing him in his typical sleepwear: an hoodie and sweatpants, with a smile.

"hey." he welcomed you warmly.

glancing up from your phone, a gentle smile graced your lips, "hey," you echoed, putting your phone into your pocket.

he stepped aside, "come in," he said motioning for you to come into his room. as you entered, brushing past him, he shut the door and turned to you, "couldn't sleep, huh?"

"what gave it away?" you responded with a playful tone.

"just taking a random guess." he laughed. “do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he proposed.

you wrapped your arms around yourself, "uhm, obviously. did you really think I'd come over and not expect a movie?" you teased with a playful eye roll.

he flashed a smirk, "right, should've guessed," he joked, giving your arm a light, playful tap.

he headed over to his bed and motioned for you to take a seat. you made your way to the bed, settling on the far side. kicking off your shoes, you and going under the blankets

"comfy?" he asked, going under the covers up next to you while grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

"definitely," you replied with a gentle smile.

"good," he responded, draping an arm around you. flicking through netflix, he chose a show at random to play.

he began to gently run his fingers through your hair after a while.

the sensation of him playing with your hair brought a smile to your face; it was calming. despite what liv and several other friends had said, cuddling like this was pretty normal for the two of you.

suddenly, you looked up at him, your face lighting up with excitement, "wait, dom. didn’t we pick up the stuff to make brownies yesterday?"

his smirk grew, "yeah, we did. why?" he knew exactly where you were getting at.

sitting upright, you clasped your hands together, "can we make them, pretty please?"

he chuckled, "alright, alright," he drawled out playfully.

"yea we can make them, real quick." he said, hopping off the bed and heading to the kitchen. you let out a soft squeal, sliding off the bed to join him in the hotel kitchen.

you reached for a large bowl and gathered the brownie mix ingredients. you poured the mix into the bowl, followed by three eggs, a splash of water, and a drizzle of vegetable oil.

he flashed a mischievous smirk, "do you need help, or can you handle it?" he teased, hands on his hips.

"I got it," you assured him, finishing up the mixing. but as you turned around, he snuck up behind you and dipped his finger into the batter, then playfully smeared it on your nose. you looked at him, mouth agape, and exclaimed, "dominik!"

"what?" he innocently asked, his voice sounding higher than usual before bursting into laughter at the surprise on your face.

he used his finger to wipe off the batter from your nose, then playfully licked it off his finger. he gave you a mischievous look before both of you burst into laughter.

you rolled your eyes as your laughs quieted and wiped your nose to ensure you got it all off. dom had already prepared the pan, so you handed him the bowl, and he poured the batter into it. then, he placed it in the oven.

you set the timer while he closed the oven door, and you moved away, pulling yourself up to sit on the counter.

he stepped closer, glancing at the oven before turning his gaze back to you, a chuckle escaping him.

"you've still got brownie batter on your nose," he said with a soft laugh, reaching for a napkin to wet it slightly.

"dude no way," you giggled, pulling out your phone to check, seeing that there was still brownie batter. as you put your phone down, he moved in closer, positioning himself between your legs and gently tilting your head so he could clean it.

he chuckled, gently wiping your nose with the napkin, close enough that the air between you felt charged with unspoken possibilities.

"there, no more brownie batter," he teased, smirking. you smiled back, quietly aware of the closeness and the tension hanging between you.

you eyes flickered to his lips briefly, heightening the already high tension. you noticed him doing the same, his gaze shifting between your eyes and lips.

he leaned in, closing the distance until you were mere inches apart.

his hands found your hips, pulling you a bit closer, a playful smile on his face. "you have something on your lips," he said, smirking.

"oh, do I now?" your tone was light, teasing.

"yeah, can I?" his voice was a a soft murmur. his hands lifted to cup your face, gently angling your head.

you gave a small nod in agreement.

a smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, his gaze locked on you, his lips inching closer to yours. suddenly, his lips met yours.

as his lips pressed against yours, a rush of warmth flooded through you, a tingling sensation that seemed to start at your lips and spread outward.

your heart raced, pounding against your chest. his kiss was gentle yet insistent, a question you were only too happy to answer.

when he pulled away, the cool air hit your tingling lips, leaving you yearning for more. breathless, you found yourself lost in his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

"did you get it??" you asked, your gaze affectionate as you admired his eyes.

his smile mirrored yours, hands lingering on your neck. his thumb traced small circles while he replied, "i don’t think i did, i think i need another try."

he drew you into another kiss, tender and lingering. afterward, he dotted your lips with quick, soft pecks, coaxing a smile onto your face. It was a sweet and tender kiss, filled with warmth and affection.

a he slowly pulled away this time, a satisfied smirk played on his lips. “i think that one got it.” his hands moved down to wrap around your waist, and you couldn't help but notice a slight pink tint on his lips.

the feeling of his hands on you made you feel like melting into his arms. his touch was incredibly soothing, especially since you had grown accustomed to it by now. "you know I love you, right?" he whispered, shattering the comfortable silence.

gazing into his eyes, a gentle smile began to form on your face. "say it again."

his smile broadened, and he tilted his head just a bit. "I love you," he declared, this time without a hint of hesitation, a soft smile gracing his features too.

with a light chuckle, he leaned in for another kiss, lingering for just a moment before pulling back with a playful smirk. "okay, you're distracting me from the brownies," he teased as he got up and stepped away to check on them.

he walked to the oven, switching off the timer; the brownies were perfectly baked. carefully, he lifted the pan onto the counter, then went and got l two plates. "they're done!" he announced, calling you over.

you hopped down from the counter and made your way to him, his hand naturally finding its place at your waist as you closed the distance.

grabbing a knife, you plunged it into the middle of the brownies. when you pulled it out it was clean meaning you didn’t have to cook them more. "yes, they are."

you handed him the knife. his smile widened as he sliced through the brownies, setting a piece on each plate and passing one to you. then, he grabbed a pair of forks for the both of you.

his eyes locked on you warmly. "how about we head back to bed and watch one more movie before sleep?"

"of course!" with your plate in hand, you made your way to the bed.

he joined you, settling in the bed with his own plate in his hand, beginning to enjoy his brownie. a smile played on his lips, before he let out a gentle yawn.

he finished his brownie, setting his plate aside. his arms wrapped around your waist once more, snuggling into your neck.

"can you put this over there please?" you offered, handing him your plate to place on the nightstand beside his.

he put your plate on top of his before, his grip on your waist returning as he leaned in. "you’re tired, aren't you?" he asked.

you gave a nod, your gaze drifting to the TV. he carefully shifted you onto his chest for better comfort. "It's okay, hermosa," he whispered, fingers tenderly combing through your hair once more. "you should sleep."

"I know," you murmured, fighting the your sleep. "I just don't want this night to end."

he tenderly rubbed your back in soothing circles. "me neither, but listen. I know there’s a lot we still need to talk about, and we'll get to that tomorrow. just know, i plan to have many more nights like this with you. so for now, sleep. I'm right here," he assured.

your heart felt full with his promise, and you glanced up to meet his affectionate gaze. he smiled warmly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you nestled closer into his embrace, the comfort of his presence easing you into sleep.

since that night, you've always had someone to take your mind off the thunderstorms.

[crossbackpoke-check]

overcoming the horrors (existing in hockey today) by writing a love letter to saroya tinker (revising my essay for [redacted] application saying how much i admire and respect her)

[mynameismckenziemae]

I Love You Two

Part 3

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: You accept Bradley’s apology and he sneaks back into your life and your mind, making you sick with guilt. Jake figures it out and doesn’t react the way you expect.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Smut, unprotected p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, teasing etc.

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“I’m gonna shower and take him back to the Hard Deck. I think he and I should talk now that he’s sober,” you say as you walk into the bedroom, “shouldn’t take long if you want to wait, assuming you don’t want to come with.”

“Nah,” he agrees, “I’m gonna head out too, actually. I should unpack and get my mail. See you later though?”

“Yeah,” you give him a kiss, “see you.”

He whistles as he struts past Bradley to the door, “Bradshaw.”

Bradley grunts in reply.

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Bradley’s staring at the ceiling when you come out of the bathroom in just your towel. He glances when you walk to your room and flushes again like he hasn’t seen it all before.

“Let’s go,” you tell Bradley when you come out of your room a few minutes later.

Even a hungover, disheveled mess, he looks hot.

“Can I say something?” He asks once in your car.

“Sure,” you sigh, not really wanting to do this right now.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” he taps his fingers against his knee, “for leaving the way I did, for not reaching out when I was home on leave, for saying you only were with Jake to get back at me, for showing up drunk at your house…I’m just really sorry.”

“I didn’t even know you guys knew each other,” you reply, “I would never ask Ice for information like that either, and he wouldn’t give it to me if I did. He loves you too, you know.”

“I know,” he agrees, “God, I fucked up. All of this could’ve been avoided if I wasn’t such a pussy.”

You agree but don’t want to kick him when he’s down.

“Is he good to you?” He asks after a few minutes.

“Yeah,” you reply honestly, “he really is. It started out casual, friends-with-benefits type thing. I wasn’t looking for anything, I was still pretty brokenhearted after…but I started falling for him anyway. I expected it to end when he deployed but he wanted to make things official when he got back.”

He nods.

“What happened between you two anyway?” You ask.

“He’s an ass,” he shrugs, “decent to everyone else but kept picking at me. Said I was acting like a little bitch and bringing the rest of to squadron down with my mopey attitude and shitty flying and if I didn’t get my head outta my ass I was gonna get myself or someone else killed,” he sighs, “he’s not wrong though. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I won’t,” you can’t help but smile.

“He caught onto my beef with Mav right away too and gave me shit about it,” he continues, “like I said last night, he’s always there. Always seems to have a front-row seat to my fuck ups. Whatever though, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to lose you, Liv. I know I lost my chance with you but I can’t lose you as a friend too.”

“I don’t want to lose you as a friend either,” you admit, “but you can’t get in the way of what I have with Jake. That’s not fair to me.”

“I won’t,” he promises, “as long as he’s good to you. I’ll do my best to stay out of it.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling into the Hard Deck.

“Did you ever find a job by the way?” Bradley asks as you park.

“Yeah,” you reply, “in HR, like I wanted. I start in a few weeks.”

“Good,” he nods, “I’ll see you around. Maybe we can hang out soon if Seresin’s okay with it?”

“I’m sure he will be,” you answer.

He won’t have a choice.

“Thanks for the ride, I’ll see ya around,” he gives you a small smile and closes the door.

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“How’d it go?” Jake asks later that evening when he comes back over.

“Good,” you answer, “he apologized again, for everything. He’s…”

“He’s still your friend,” he finishes for you. “I get it.”

You nod. “We grew up together and he’s lost so many people.”

“I won’t take that from you,” he says, “or him. I guess.”

You snort. “You two better figure your shit out before it tears your squad apart.”

“I know,” he sighs, “he just…he thinks too much. If he just stopped thinking and relied on his instincts he’d be a helluva pilot. Don’t tell him I said that though.“

You roll your eyes. “He does. It’s in his blood.”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah, his dad flew with Mav. They were flying together…when he died.”

“Oh shit,” he exhales, “is that why they don’t get along?”

You shake your head. “No, it wasn’t Mav’s fault, it was a freak accident. Apparently, Mav is responsible for pulling Bradley’s papers and setting him back 4 years.”

Jake whistles lowly. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. I’m guessing it has something to do with Carole, his mom. She died of cancer when Bradley was 21.”

“Damn,” Jake says softly, “that’s…rough.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “Anyway, Mav has tried talking to him about it but he refuses to hear him out.”

“Understandable,” Jake nods.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“I’ll work on being nicer to him,” Jake says after a minute, like it pains him.

“Thank you,” you reply as he walks over and takes your hand.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, leading you to your room, “I don’t want to talk about Bradshaw anymore though.”

“Me either,” you reply, yet he lurks in the back of your mind as Jake begins to kiss you.

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A week passes before Bradley reaches out. Jake went back home to Texas for a few days and you have a feeling that’s why he’s texting.

Bradley: What are you up to today?

Liv: Laundry, cleaning, meal prepping. You?

Bradley: Not much.

You sigh, hating this new awkwardness that’s come between you.

Liv: I could easily be persuaded to do something…

Bradley: Wanna go to the Birch Aquarium?

Liv: Only if you buy me an ice cream cone.

Bradley: Deal. No tears if it starts dripping though.

You laugh, remembering how distraught you were at 6 years old when you stained your favorite dress with chocolate ice cream there.

Liv: No promises. I’ll wear dark clothes this time.

Bradley: Good idea. Pick you up in 45?

Liv: I’ll be ready.

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Bradley gives you a tentative smile as you climb in the Bronco when he pulls right on time. Even though he’s wearing sunglasses, you can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare legs as your black linen sundress rides up.

You turn the radio up when the silence becomes unbearable. He refuses to let you pay to get in, smiling at your heavy sigh.

“Ready for that ice cream?” He asks when he sees the stand.

“Can I pay for this at least?” You ask.

“Nope,” he replies, “chocolate in a cone?”

“Yes,” you sigh.

“You’re welcome,” he prompts when you refuse to thank him.

“Thank you,” you roll your eyes before taking a long lick, refusing to blush or look away as his eyes follow your tongue; both remembering your night together when you did the same to his cock.

“Mmmm,” your eyes fall closed with a soft moan at the rich chocolate flavor, forgetting yourself for a moment, “why is overpriced ice cream so good?”

“Uh,” Bradley clears his throat, looking away with a flush, “I don’t know. Jellyfish, turtles or penguins next?”

“Jellyfish,” you reply, instantly regretting your actions…yet wanting to do it again.

“Lead the way,” he nods in that direction.

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“Seriously Liv?” Bradley chuckles, “I figured you were kidding.”

“Huh?” you ask, following his line of sight in the low light of the exhibit. “Oh my God,” you laugh at the two drops of ice cream that landed on your chest.

He watches as you lower your head to lick it off before wiping it with a napkin he was smart enough to grab.

“Good thing I wore black,” you sigh as your eyes adjust to the brighter light in the hallway.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” he teases, bumping your elbow.

“Apparently not,” you smile.

“You got a little,” he points to your mouth, “no, over more,” when you don’t get it with your tongue.

“Here,” he smiles, raising his hand just as you stick your tongue out again. You both freeze when you lap over his thumb.

“Sorry,” you flush, “get it?”

“Yeah,” he says lowly. “Turtles?”

“Turtles,” you nod, trying to slow your racing heart.

Bradley doesn’t touch you again but his heated looks are enough to have you on edge.

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So much so that you pull out your vibrator when he drops you off. So much still that you jump Jake’s bones when he returns the following evening, pulling him down to the floor when he steps inside the door, barely remembering to take the condom out of your pocket before riding him at a quick, unforgiving pace.

“Miss m-fuckkkk!” He groans when your fingers slide down your body to rub over your clit, making youclench around him, “miss me?”

“So much,” you moan as you shudder through your first orgasm.

It’s true. You did miss him. Just like you miss Bradley.

The thought sobers you quickly.

You open your heavy eyes, hoping Jake didn’t notice the shift, but he’s looking up at you with so much heat and adoration.

Jake pulls you back to him as he brings you down for a kiss, yet the thought of Bradley lingers.

He refuses to leave when Jake’s final groan in your ear pulls you over the edge with him.

He’s still there when the guilt creeps in after.

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You try to be patient with yourself as Bradley’s presence in the back of your mind remains. You’ve known him your whole life and he confessed to having feelings for you; it would be confusing for anyone.

What really adds insult to injury is you’re still falling for Jake and the thought of losing him makes your stomach turn.

They both stay true to their words though and don’t interfere in your relationship with the other.

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It’s a surprise to them both when you show up at base for your first day of orientation, passing their squadron in the hallway. Nat winks as she walks by, the only person you’ve told.

“You didn’t tell me the new job was here,” Jake says.

“Me either,” Bradley adds.

“Surprise?” You smile as your new manager continues the tour. “See ya around boys.”

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Even with working on base now, you manage to avoid seeing them again together until a Friday night at the Hard Deck.

Penny had a school event for Amelia, so you’re helping out Jimmy behind the bar until she gets there. The squad trickles in throughout the evening rush.

Jake looks mouthwatering in a gray tee, jeans, and a backward hat. Bradley’s wearing his norm; jeans and an open Hawaiian over a white shirt, looking just as delectable.

You’re filling a glass with beer while you watch them play a game of pool with Nat and Javy, just like you’ve been watching them all night.

Your heart skips and your hand slips when they laugh at something Javy said, and all of a sudden your front is soaked and the glass shatters at your feet.

“Shit,” you mumble, looking at your soaked shirt that’s stuck to your shirt like a second skin. Not a good night to wear white.

“Never known you to have butterfingers,” Penny teases as she hands you a towel, “Go ahead and clean up in the back, you’re free to go after since I’m here now.”

“Thanks,” you sigh, “sorry about the glass.”

“No worries,” she snaps the wet towel at your ass, “you’re giving my patrons a free show.”

“Alright,” you laugh, covering your chest as you walk towards the back, not bothering to shut the door completely.

You take it off as soon as you get into the break room to rinse it under the sink and soon there’s hands cupping your beer-dampened bra and a mouth at your neck.

“Hey,” you smile as you smell Jake’s cologne, feeling his erection against your ass, “excited to see me?”

“How could you tell?” He smirks when your breath hitches as he slides his hand down your shorts.

“Fuck,” you moan as he finds your clit, not easing into it as he rubs tight little circles.

“Here?” He teases, knowing you wouldn’t.

Oh but you would. You’ve missed him so much and his touch feels so good.

“Here,” you nod, dropping your shirt in the sink and turning in his arms, “no one comes back here.”

“Okay,” he breathes between kisses, “wait-shit. I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” you reply, pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs, “and I’m clean.”

“Fuck,” he groans as you undo the button of his jeans and then the zipper, “I’m clean too. I’ve never-without.”

“Me either,” you reply with a squeak as he lifts you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I want it though, Jake. Fill me up.”

He kisses you again as he lines up to your entrance but pulls away with a grunt as he pushes inside you for the first time with no barrier.

“Oh God, Jake,” you whimper at the new feeling, knowing there’s no going back now.

“I know,” he moans, “I know.”

You’re both breathing hard as he bottoms out, his forehead falling to yours as he gets himself back under control.

“So fucking good,” he grits out between clenched teeth as he begins to move, “you’re so warm and wet and tight. So fucking tight.”

You just mewl, fingernails biting into his shoulders as he fucks you faster.

“Touch yourself,” he pleads, “I’m never gonna last, you feel too good.”

“Yes,” you agree with a sigh, fingertips circling tight circles like he did a few minutes before.

“God,” he breathes, “can feel you tightening around me. Come on sweetheart, get there.”

Movement by the door catches your eye and you gasp. Jake fails to notice and keeps up the unrelenting pace.

Bradley’s there, holding his Hawaiian shirt in hand. His eyes hungrily take in the look of bliss on your face before roaming lower to Jake’s ass, now bare from where his jeans fell to mid thigh. You don’t miss the heat that flashes in his gaze and the realization makes you tighten around Jake’s cock further. Bradley’s attracted to him.

This is wrong.

But it doesn’t stop you from hurdling over the edge with a muffled cry, eyes falling closed as the pleasure tears through you.

Your release triggers Jake’s, and you force your eyes to open when you hear his low groan.

Bradleys still watching, his cock straining against the tight confines of his jeans.

He starts to slip out the door but pauses at Jake’s words.

“Enjoy the show, Bradshaw?” Jake pants against your neck before raising his head and looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “Sure looks like it.”

“I was just bringing Liv a shirt,” he mumbles as he tries to hide his erection, blushing furiously, “caught me off guard, didn’t exactly expect you two to be fucking like rabbits in here.”

“Thanks, Roo,” you say breathlessly, as Jake sets you down on unsteady feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll-just hang it on the door? We’ll be out in a minute.”

When you look up, he’s already gone. But the shirt is hanging on the knob.

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Bradley doesn’t meet your eye when you come out a few minutes later. His cheeks are still tinged pink.

“I think I’m gonna get going,” you tell Jake not long after, “the smell of beer is making me nauseous.”

It’s not a complete lie. But it’s the weight of your guilt is what’s making you feel sick.

“Okay, I’ll come too,” he replies, setting down his full beer.

“No, it’s okay,” you shake your head, “you just got a drink and I’m just gonna shower and go to bed I think.”

“You sure?” He asks, continuing when you nod, “Alright. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you say, giving him a small smile.

“Text me when you get home,” he says, kissing your forehead.

“Okay,” you murmur.

When he pulls back, Bradley turns away, watching the whole exchange.

You cry the whole way home.

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The guilt of having feelings for another man while dating another begins to eat away at you as the weeks pass. You’ve been avoiding them both which is made easier because they’ve been training nonstop for an upcoming mission.

You hide away in your office at lunch, feign headaches when they invite you out. But when Nat begs you to come over the night before they deploy for the mission, you feel obligated to agree.

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“What’s going on, Liv?” Jake asks that night when he stops by your place to pick you up. “You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, and Bradshaw too. He thinks something up too. Did I do something to upset you? Did he? We’ve been trying to get along better for you. I thought we were.”

“No,” you answer, the unease gnawing at your stomach, “not at all-wait, have you been talking to Bradley?”

He shrugs. “Here and there. I wouldn’t say we’re besties but we cleared the air. He’s been flying better and I’ve been less…dickish.”

“Well, I’m glad,” you manage to smile, wondering if they discussed the whole Bradley watching debacle.

“I-“ your phone pinging interrupts you, a text from Natasha asking if you could pick up some more alcohol on your way to her place, “I’ll try to explain everything later. We better go though, Nat needs me to stop at the liquor store.”

“Alright,” he nods, kissing your cheek.

The butterflies in your stomach are too weighed down by your guilt to take flight.

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“I’m sick of poker,” Natasha sighs, setting the bottle of tequila on the table as she flops down on the chair beside you. Javy and Bob on the ends with Bradley and Jake across from you. “Truth or drink?” She asks, trying to lighten the mood.

You didn’t intend for them to sit by each other but you needed space…which backfired because now both pairs of eyes are on you.

“Sure,” you agree, hoping to get some reprieve from the weight of their gazes.

“Bob,” she says, pushing the bottle his way as she looks up questions on her phone, “What’s your most searched on Pornhub?”

“Jesus, Nat.” Bradley shakes his head, “way to ease into it.”

She smiles as she ignores him and looks at Bob.

“Edging probably,” Bob shrugs, bright red.

“Alright,” Natasha says, looking intrigued, “wow. I didn’t think you’d answer. Your turn.”

“I hate tequila,” Bob shudders, “Javy, what's your body count?”

“I’m not proud of my academy years,” Javy shakes his head before taking a swig, “Nat, you bisexual queen you, was your best experience with a man or a woman?”

“Honestly?” She thinks a moment before taking a drink, “I don’t know. Both have their perks. There’s a twinkle in her eye as she pushes the bottle toward Bradley. “Bradshaw, how about you?”

“What?” Jake's head whips to the side so fast it’s almost comical, “You’re bi?”

“Uh, yeah,” he answers, “is that a problem?”

“No,” Jake replies quickly, “‘course not, just had no idea.”

“I’m not ashamed of it,” Bradley shrugs, “but it’s not something I shout from the rooftops either. I typically prefer women anyway,” he looks at you, “and a woman. My best experience was with a woman.”

Oh God.

Your heart races as you look away, knowing he’s talking about you. The guilt that you’ve managed to forget about for a few hours rears its ugly head.

“Jake,” Bradley says, nudging the bottle his way, making your stomach turn unpleasantly. “Are you into being watched or overheard during sex?”

“Wouldn’t know,” Jake lies. All three of you remember that morning at your apartment and the night at the Hard Deck. Both times he knew Bradley was around but didn’t stop. “I’ll try anything once though.”

Bradley nods nonchalantly as your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest at any moment.

“Your turn, Liv,” Jake slides the bottle across the table. “Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

He’s smirking but there’s an underlying unreadable expression in it. You have no idea what he’s playing at.

“It’s a toss-up,” you say truthfully, taking a pull of the tequila before you lie, “between my first two boyfriends.”

Natasha cackles while Javy and Bob laugh too, thinking you’re just ribbing Jake.

You smile, not looking across the table as you stand, “I’ll be back.”

“Looks like it’s dark enough to start a fire,” Nat says, looking out the window, “meet us out there?”

“Sure,” you say, trying not to seem unsteady as you walk to the bathroom.

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Whatthefuckingfuck?!

You splash cold water on your face while you wait for everyone to head outside before coming out of the bathroom.

What is Jake doing? Does he know you still have feelings for Bradley? Is this it? Is this the end?

Refusing to cry (again) you open the door and head to the kitchen to get some water once it’s quiet.

But Jake is waiting for you in the dark room, the only light on is the one above the sink.

“Hey,” you murmur, looking for a cup before heading to the sink.

He’s right behind you. His arms come around to cage you in, his front flush with your back. The feel of his erection against your ass makes you shiver.

His cock definitely isn’t mad.

“I was kidding earlier,” you sigh, relieved he’s not mad when he kisses your neck, “my first two boyfriends were not the best I’ve had.”

“Didn’t figure so,” he murmurs, gently nipping your neck, “but you weren’t kidding about it being a toss-up.”

You stiffen in his arms.

“Doesn’t surprise me that Bradshaw can fuck,” his words make you shiver, “is that what’s wrong? I’m not giving you what you need?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I-“

You nearly jump out of your skin when Bradley interrupts.

“Don’t lie, Liv,” he chuckles lowly. “You’ve been avoiding him because he can’t give you what you need, and avoiding me because I can.”

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[pixiesfz]

would you write more of little O? so mama jessie please x

been thinking of little O too much lately. Public apology if your name is Olivia and you can't imagine yourself as the reader because your name is the childs name (:

thinking of doing a little O series with just a bunch of blurbs.

plot: Olivia is Jessie's mascot, part 2 of this

warnings: let me delusional and think that Jessie will be at chelsea for the rest of this series

"Hey Kat, thank you for this" you hugged the Australian as you held a sleeping Olivia "Don't worry about it Harper loves her" Katrina smiled and you nodded your head "Liv won't stop talking about Harpers drawing of her" you nodded and the West Ham player snorted

"Does she mean the actual drawing or the drawing that they made on Kyra's face?"

"both" you chuckled as Liv stirred in her sleep "I better be going then, but thank you, and thank Kyra for me as well" You smiled and went outside the door into your car where Jessie sat, trying not to fall asleep from her game.

"Mama's sleeping" Olivia mumbled as you put her in her seat "hmm no I'm not" Jessie mumbled as she shot her head up, causing your 4 year old to laugh.

"no laughing Livvy just try to sleep" you told her, kissing her cheek before closing the door and going to the drivers seat.

Jessie looked up at you in amazement as you drove "what?" you asked "You're just amazing" she told you and you rolled your eyes with a smile "shut up"

"No you are, with your job and raising Liv and although she sometimes likes to repeat swear words she's heard she's amazing and you did that" Jessie told you, kissing your shoulder as you drove.

"You know for the past couple of months you've been an amazing help" you admitted and Jessie smiled cheekily and looked behind her to check at your sleeping child.

"what?" you asked as you watched the interaction, parking in your usual spot as you got home.

"I may have gotten a spot for little O to be my mascot" Jessie told you and your mouth opened with a slight gasp.

"Really?!"

Olivia's voice rang out from the back as you and Jessie's eyes popped open and turned to the now ecstatic girl whose legs were flying up and down at the news.

She was looking at Jessie who was at a loss for words "since when where you awake?" she asked "since you were looking at mummy" she shrugged "but I pretended to be sleep".

You turned away with a smile at your childs smile as she admitted her actions.

"Uhm yeah little O there may be a chance that you can come on the field with me" Jessie said and you grabbed her hand "can I kick the ball?"

"not necessarily" Jessie muttered still not wanting to hurt Olivia's feelings but the girl was still smiling "All alright we're going to bed," you said before getting out of the car as Jessie did the same and got Olivia out of the car who clung on to her.

"I love you mama".

Ever since that night both Olivia and Jessie had been excited for the Sunday match as you watched Jessie frantically get herself ready as you stirred your coffee cup in the door frame.

"It's going to be amazing" you told her as she brushed her hair into her pony tail "babe she told me she loved me over this" she stressed and you cocked your head.

"I think you are more excited over this from when I told you I loved you for the first time"

"you are not a judgy four-year-old who glares at people who aren't wearing the color blue"

"or purple" Olivia chimed in as she hugged your leg, her mini kit on her body as you put her hair in two little pigtails.

"Hey little O" Jessie smiled as Olivia weaved between your legs to get to her "Mama look!" she smiled and Jessie picked her up "You look great, just like your mummy" you blushed at her words "Mummy gets to wear your jersey and I can't" Olivia pouted "next game little O".

"C'mon bub's after you come off you get to sit with Auntie Sam and her mummy Roxie"

"I love Auntie Sam!"

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please write an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Story where Reader calms him and takes care of him after SummerSlam🥺?!

damian priest x reader

‼️angry damian, sad damian, just damian in general lol

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

calm after the storm

you were speechless as you watched backstage dom turning on rhea and helping liv retain the title. that’s not how it was supposed to go.

of course, you imagined damian being pissed. you were too. and as you waited for rhea to come back backstage, you tried to calm damian down. you looked out for him everywhere backstage and when you found him you noticed how worried he was.

“something’s going to happen hermosa” he whispered, almost too sure something in his match will go downhill.

“don’t think about that…think about focusing on your match. focus on that okay?” he nodded at your words “come here…” you gently pushed his head down just to kiss him softly on the lips “go and do your best”

“i always do my best” he smiled at you.

“i know…”

waiting for his match to start was pure agony. you both found rhea backstage crying and you tried to comfort her as much as possible but she felt betrayed and nothing you told her would possibly help her.

but you stayed with her during all of the other matches. keeping her company and trying to cheer her up. the anticipation of damian’s match was overwhelming, he had this feeling that something would have gone wrong and you couldn’t shake that feeling away either.

rhea stayed with you the whole match. comforting each other as she could sense you were a nervous wreck.

“damian’s got this…” she whispered softly to you. you wanted to believe her so badly but everything went down when you saw finn stepping inside the stadium.

“he’s gonna screw damian’s up” you mumbled. gasping when you saw the mischievous smile he had on his face “why is he doing this?”

“i don’t know…” rhea quietly answered, fearing that finn would cost him the title just like dom did with her.

damian fought with all of his energy but gunther was able to pin him and make himself the new heavyweight world champion. damian’s eyes were looking at finn, trying to find a reason on why his own best friend would betray him like that.

“fuck…” you breathed.

rhea couldn’t believe it either. see was too shocked and still upset for her own match. she wasn’t expecting today to be the end of the judgment day and neither were you.

“you should stay here for damian…i, i don’t think i can handle all of this right now…i would love to kick both finn and dom’s asses but i don’t think i have the energy to do so right now…” rhea apprehensive smiled at you “i just wanna go back to the hotel and rest”

you watched her with a sad smile “of course…if you need me text me okay?” you hugged her tightly and she hugged you back.

“i will, thank you y/n…” she said before leaving.

you waited for damian. you didn’t know which damian you would have met. the sad one? the angry one? you didn’t know and you were afraid to find out.

but a couple of minutes later the door flew open and a very angry damian came into the room.

“no es posible! que hijo de puta! finn y dom son hombres muertos! lo juro, me vengaré!” damian blurted out in spanish, wishing you could understand what he was saying but you didn’t understand a single word so you sat there, waiting for him to finish his tantrum.

“damian…” you whispered softly.

“they are fucking bastard!” he screamed again, shoving one chair to the side “dom and finn! jd too! they are gonna pay for tonight!” you understood he was mad but shoving things down wasn’t the right way to handle things “i swear on my life, they are gonna regret what they just did! lo juro!”

“damian please…” you tried to speak with him but he wouldn’t let you talk, he just simply wouldn’t listen.

“que idiotas!” he screamed even louder, shoving another chair to the other side of the room, making you suddenly flinch at his action.

when he heard the little gasp coming out from your mouth, he realised that maybe he went too far. he immediately turned to look at you and when he met your face, he could see in your eyes that he definitely overstepped. you were scared, and the last thing damian needed was you being scared of him, because of him.

“hermosa, hey…” he gently kneeled down to match your height while you were still sitting on the couch “mirame porfavor…” your eyes met and damian knew that getting this angry wasn’t fair, especially to you.

“i’m so sorry damian for everything that happened tonight…” you whispered, making him smile, a sad smile but he knew he could still count on you “and what happened wasn’t fair…not to rhea and definitely not to you…but please don’t let this anger define you. you have all the right to feel like you are feeling right now, i won’t deny that…you can feel anger, sadness, disappointment but breaking stuff around won’t solve your problem” you said, your hands bringing his face closer to you so that you could rest your forehead on his “i will be here for you damian, always…and i will help you heal, just promise me you won’t go crazy like this anymore in front of me…it’s kinda crazy and scary” you chuckled making him laugh too.

“i promise you hermosa…” his lips met your forehead in a soft kiss “thank you for your words, and your patience, you always know what to say to me…”

you smiled, bringing his face closer again, just this time, your lips meeting his lips. featherlight kisses, smiling against each other’s lips, showing each other how much trust there was between the two of you “now” you kissed him again “we could go back to the hotel” another kiss “and i can show you” another kiss but this time moving down to his neck “how good i am at comforting my love” another kiss, moving slower and lower to his collarbone.

you felt him shiver under your touch, good sign that maybe he was going to give in and give you the control you normally wouldn’t have.

damian thought about that. after the rough night he just had, all he wanted was to be taken care of and he knew that the only person he wanted was you “okay…i trust you mariposa” he whispered when he felt your lips against his neck once again.

maybe, it wasn’t an awful night after all.

[russellsppttemplates]

hiiii, I hope you are having a good week!!! I was wondering if you could write something about going on a road trip and the kids are being annoying and asking a lot of questions, thank you :)

Note: I hope you're having a good one too!

Cw: reader's pregnant

"Are we there yet, mummy?", Arthur asked after George had been driving for about fifteen minutes. You were driving up to your parents' house and it looked like it was going to be a trip where you would have to breathe in and out a couple of times.

"It's going to be a while, my love, we just left the house", you reasoned, "you can take a nap if you want, or maybe watch a movie - do you want me to get your iPad?", you asked.

"No, it's okay", he said, feet kicking each other softly.

"Daddy, why isn't our car green?", Olivia said a while later as a car of that colour passed you, "that one is green and is going very fast".

"I preferred the black colour", George replied, "and that car is going over the speed limit, which doesn't make it too safe, and I like to drive safely, especially with you here".

"Are they asleep or just really quiet?", you whispered to your husband after having a couple of minutes in silence without having to clarify why the concrete was dark or why there wasn't a purple road sign instead.

"No, we're both still awake", Arthur chirped in, "are we going to stop to have food?", he mused.

"We weren't planning on it because we have some food in that bag. Are you hungry? If you are, you can take something out - you too, Liv", you encouraged them.

"I'm not hungry", Arthur added, "me neither", Arthur concluded.

"Are you hungry?", George chuckled, rubbing your bump soflty, "I'm good, me and little one are fine, just a little thirsty", you said before taking a sip from your water, "and tired, too. Do you want something, love?", you asked him.

"I'm good, even though I'm not sure how many existential questions I can answer before life looses all meaning", he winked.

"Why didn't we take daddy's race car? It would be way quicker than this one!", Olivia wondered, leaving you and George to sigh before silently telling the other it was your turn to answer.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[kyleoreillylover]

Love Hurts

Liv Morgan x Fem!Black!Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Who really is to blame when Rhea learns through from one Liv Morgan that love hurts when you don't take good care of it when she takes you from her?

a/n: im back!!! took a mental health break, with college, but im easing myself back into writing! missed you all <33

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The moment Liv Morgan came to you with that offer, you didn’t give her an answer. Not yet.

You were torn. Rhea Ripley, your longtime friend, was distant—cold even. Focused on revenge. Every conversation felt like an excuse to keep you at arm’s length. You tried to reach out to her, to remind her of the bond you shared, but she was consumed with Liv. Ever since Liv had put her on the shelf, Rhea seemed determined to push you away.

“This is between me and Liv,” she told you, every time you tried to be there for her. She kept locking you out, making it clear that whatever this was, she didn’t want your help. It hurt. It hurt like hell.

And that’s when Liv’s voice started to sound more reasonable in your head.

“She doesn’t care about you the way I do.”  “You could be more with me.”  “They’ve never seen your potential like I do.”

She never pressured you for an answer, not directly. But she was always there—waiting. Every week on RAW or SmackDown, Liv was by your side. Even when you didn’t ask for it, she found ways to help you win your matches. A distraction here, a well-timed assist there. She made sure you knew she was watching your back. You’d shoot her a glare, but she’d wink and blow a kiss, making it impossible to stay mad.

She followed you to your locker room, showed up at your hotel room with takeout, and cracked jokes until you forgot the weight pressing down on your chest. The way she smiled, it was like she already knew what your decision would be. All you had to do was say the words.

And it wasn’t just Liv. Finn, JD, Dominik, and even Carlito—all of them kept dropping hints, planting seeds. They were planning something big. Liv told you they’d kick Damian out after SummerSlam, that they wanted to align themselves with her. They didn’t push you too hard either, but they made it clear: If you join us, you’ll finally have people who see you as family.

It was the way they talked about it—family. Not like what you had with Rhea. Not anymore. Every time Rhea brushed you off, it chipped away at your loyalty. It made you wonder if Liv had been right all along.

SummerSlam

The night of SummerSlam arrived, and you still hadn’t given Liv a straight answer. She told you she didn’t need one—"You'll do what feels right when the moment comes," she whispered with a smirk.

You walk down the ramp with Rhea Ripley, matching her pace, your face unreadable. Tonight’s match is everything for Rhea—a chance to reclaim her title from Liv and settle the score once and for all. She had finally let you back in for this. She needed you, or at least that’s what she made you believe. When you walked out with Rhea that night, she looked over her shoulder at you like old times. The crowd cheered for the two of you, but everything between you felt off—fractured. Still, you stayed close, keeping up the appearance of solidarity.

But even as you stood by her side, something felt off. It wasn’t the same. There was no warmth, no trust. Just strategy and expectation.

The match is brutal—Liv and Rhea tearing each other apart in the ring. It’s fast, chaotic, and exactly what you expected. And then, the moment arrives. The referee goes down, hit in the chaos. Rhea struggles to her feet, her back turned to you as she fights for control.

And just like that, the choice becomes clear.

You step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. Rhea never sees it coming. You drive your forearm into her spine, sending her crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts in disbelief, a mixture of boos and shocked gasps.

Liv looks at you from across the ring, her eyes wide and glimmering with excitement. A wicked smile spreads across her face. She knows what this means.

You help Liv drag Rhea’s limp form toward the center of the ring, watching as she hits her with an oblivion. When the ref stirs and crawls back into place, you stand over Rhea, stone-faced, as the three-count slams the mat.

Liv Morgan retains her title.

And the second the bell rings, Liv jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist in pure exhilaration. She hugs you tight, her head against yours, and you can hear the smile in her voice as she taunts Rhea:

“I told you... I’m their real best friend now.”

The crowd showers the arena with boos, but Liv doesn’t care. Neither do you. This moment—this victory—belongs to you both.

The next week on RAW, everything felt different. Liv made good on her promise to spoil you like Rhea never did. New gear, tailored to perfection. Expensive makeup, champagne waiting in a private dressing room just for the two of you. She draped her arm around your shoulder, smug as she showed you off to anyone who looked your way.

“This is what it feels like to have someone who really cares,” she whispered before JD walked in with Dom and Finn. They grinned at you, treating you like you’d been one of them from the start. Even Carlito gave you a fist bump, as if to say, Welcome to the family.

Together, you walked out for a promo, the boys flanking you and Liv. The crowd’s boos filled the arena, but you didn’t care. You had them now. Liv stood in the center of the ring, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, grinning as the audience seethed.

Finn took the mic and addressed the elephant in the room: “Rhea and Damian betrayed us first,” he declared, voice cold and deliberate. “They stopped treating us like family. So we moved on. And now... we’re stronger without them.”

You stayed silent but couldn’t help the way your chest swelled at the word family. This was what Liv had been promising all along. The boys welcomed you. Liv cherished you. And Rhea... she’d never given you this.

When Rhea’s music hit, you instinctively stepped in front of Liv, shielding her. Rhea stormed down the ramp, fury in her eyes, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.

Rhea slid into the ring, jaw tight and fists clenched. She glared at Liv and the Judgment Day standing at your side. Her voice trembles with both anger and heartbreak. “You betrayed me,” she hisses at you, fists clenched.

Before you can reply, Liv steps forward with a smug smirk. “Betrayed you? Rhea, you betrayed her first. You shut her out. You don’t know how to treat family, Rhea. Not my fault I'm better at you at that.”

Rhea snarls, taking a swing at Liv, but you catch her arm mid-air. There’s a moment of tension—anger in her eyes, pain in yours. Then, in the heat of the moment, Rhea slaps you across the face.

The tension snapped, and the brawl was brutal—grappling, fists flying, neither of you holding back. You heard Liv shout your name, and suddenly, she was there, slamming her title into Rhea’s back with a sickening thud.

Rhea crumpled, and Liv wasted no time. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the ring with her. As you reached the ramp, Liv glanced back at Rhea, a malicious grin curling her lips. “She thought you were hers,” Liv whispered, loud enough for Rhea to hear. “But you’re mine now.”

She laced her fingers with yours and raised your arm, laughing at Rhea’s fury as she lay in the ring. Finn, Dom, JD, and Carlito followed behind, grinning as they embraced you both like sisters-well, except with Dom and Liv. 

"Family," Finn said again, clapping you on the back. "And no one messes with family."

Liv leaned into your side, her breath warm against your ear. "I told you," she whispered. "You made the right choice."

And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

[kodasmind]

BAD BLOOD RETURN

An: that match was a mess so I tried to make it better (keyword tried)☹️☹️

Rhea Ripley x Reader

The lights inside Atlanta’s State Farm Arena flashed in rhythm with the roaring crowd. The air was electric, buzzing with excitement as the main event at *Bad Blood* was underway. You were hidden backstage, watching from the shadows as the ring became the stage for a brutal battle between two of the fiercest competitors in WWE—Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan. This was no ordinary title match; it was laced with tension, betrayal, and bad blood, stretching far beyond the championship Liv had around her waist.

You hadn’t been seen for weeks, rumors circulating about your injury after a backstage attack. No one, not even Rhea, knew you were in the building tonight. The plan was simple: wait for the right moment to strike. You had a personal stake in this fight, and you weren’t about to let Liv have the last laugh.

The match was already chaotic from the start. Liv, quick and scrappy, darted around Rhea’s raw power, using her agility to avoid heavy strikes and counter when she could. Rhea, meanwhile, stalked her like a predator, throwing Liv into the ropes and slamming her to the mat with authority. The audience was eating it up—every near fall, every reversal, had them on the edge of their seats.

And above the ring, Dominik Mysterio, Liv’s new ally after his betrayal of Rhea, hung in a steel cage. He’d been a thorn in Rhea’s side ever since their fallout, constantly inserting himself into her business, stirring the pot between her and Liv. Tonight, the cage was meant to keep him from interfering, a symbolic punishment for all his past sins. But knowing Dom, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy.

The turning point came in the middle of the match. Dominik, ever the opportunist, had somehow managed to jimmy the cage door open. The crowd noticed first, gasping in surprise as Dom’s legs flailed helplessly, his body dangling halfway out of the cage. He was stuck, suspended like a piñata, swinging back and forth in the air. The absurdity of it sent ripples of laughter through the audience.

Rhea, catching sight of the spectacle, paused mid-move. Her icy glare turned upward, locking onto Dominik with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Her lip curled into a wicked smirk. Liv, taking advantage of Rhea’s distraction, attempted a roll-up from behind, but Rhea kicked out immediately, sending Liv crashing to the mat.

The referee backed away, confused by what was happening above, but the crowd’s attention was now split between the ring and Dominik’s embarrassing predicament. Rhea, with her eyes still glued to Dom, rolled out of the ring. She stormed to the timekeeper’s area, tossing aside chairs and searching beneath the ring until she found her weapon of choice—a kendo stick.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Rhea marched toward Dominik, who was still dangling awkwardly from the cage. He had just managed to free himself, his feet now barely touching the top rope, when Rhea arrived. She cracked the kendo stick across his back with a satisfying *thwack*.

“Happy birthday to me!” she yelled, a wicked grin on her face as she raised the stick again.

Dom howled in pain, trying to scramble out of the way, but Rhea hit him again for good measure, sending him tumbling out of the cage and onto the floor, clutching his back. The crowd loved every second of it. Dom, who had tried to be the puppet master of this entire feud, was now reduced to a laughingstock.

But Rhea wasn’t done yet. She tossed the kendo stick aside and slid back into the ring, focusing her attention back on Liv. Liv, who had recovered from the earlier slam, met Rhea head-on, launching herself off the ropes with a flying crossbody. But Rhea caught her mid-air, showing off her raw power, before slamming Liv down with a vicious spinebuster.

The momentum shifted back in Rhea’s favor as she stalked Liv around the ring, each strike landing harder than the last. Every time Liv tried to mount a comeback, Rhea shut her down with brutal efficiency. It looked like Rhea was about to end it, lifting Liv for her signature Riptide finisher.

And then, the unexpected happened.

Raquel Rodriguez, and the crowd roared in surprise(yes I know it was quiet😭😭). Raquel had been out of action for weeks due to an injury, but it was clear she was back with a vengeance. She stormed down the ramp, her towering presence unmistakable. Rhea’s focus shifted, her eyes narrowing as she watched Raquel approach the ring with murderous intent.

Before Rhea could react, Raquel slid into the ring and charged at her, leveling her with a massive boot to the face. The referee, distracted by Liv, didn’t see a thing. Raquel wasted no time, raining down blow after blow on Rhea, targeting her midsection with vicious forearms and kicks.

Liv smirked from the corner, nodding in approval as Raquel continued to assault Rhea. The referee, still conveniently distracted, had no idea what was happening behind his back. Rhea, who had been dominating the match, now found herself outnumbered and overwhelmed by Raquel’s ambush.

That’s when you made your move.

Sending the crowd into a frenzy. No one had expected you to return tonight, least of all Liv and Raquel. You sprinted down the ramp, your heart pounding as adrenaline surged through your veins. The element of surprise was yours, and you weren’t going to waste it.

Sliding into the ring, you tackled Raquel to the mat, throwing punch after punch as the crowd roared in approval. Raquel, shocked by your sudden appearance, scrambled to her feet, but you were relentless. You hit her with a series of forearms, driving her back into the corner.

Raquel, furious, swung at you with a wild right hand, but you ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike. Her fist, however, connected with Rhea, who had just staggered to her feet. Rhea crumpled to the mat, and the referee, finally turning around, saw the impact.

It all happened in a blur. The referee called for the bell, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and boos as the referee declared Rhea the winner by disqualification. Liv, meanwhile, celebrated on the outside, clutching her championship with a smug grin. She hadn’t won the match, but she had kept her title, which was all that mattered.

You stood there, chest heaving, as Raquel glared at you from across the ring. The two of you exchanged heated words, the tension palpable as the crowd chanted for more. Rhea, slowly recovering from the blow, rose to her feet, her eyes flicking between you and Raquel.

Despite the chaos, despite the DQ finish, Rhea had come out on top—at least in spirit. You helped her to her feet, the two of you standing tall as Liv and Raquel retreated up the ramp. This was far from over. The battle lines had been drawn, and the war was just beginning.

Rhea smirked at you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of gratitude and amusement. “Took you long enough,” she teased, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

You shrugged, a smirk of your own forming. “Had to make a grand entrance, didn’t I?”

The two of you shared a brief, silent understanding before turning to face the crowd, arms raised high. Tonight was just the beginning. There would be more battles, more betrayals, but for now, Rhea stood victorious, and you were by her side, ready for whatever came next.

[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.