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hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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caught in the middle

pairing: sasha banks x charlotte flair x reader

summary: sasha and charlotte compete for your affections.

Despite your obliviousness, it became very obvious very quickly what was going on. Charlotte Flair and Sasha Banks had a thing for you, and they were both determined to make you theirs. It was sort of nice, having that attention on you. The issue was, you didn't know where the root of Charlotte and Sasha's affections were coming from. They had sort of started around the same time.

Charlotte had approached you first when you had arrived at a hotel the night before a show. The hotel was overbooked, so it wasn't looking like you'd be getting your own room. A few members of the roster had already paired up, including the people you had ridden in with. So, you had waited by the bar and gone through your contacts hoping to find someone who had a spare couch at the very least.

"You look like you could use this more than me." Charlotte's voice pulled your attention away from your phone. You glanced over at her to see her offering a glass of something your way. For a moment you hesitated, but ultimately took the drink from her. "I'm surprised you aren't up in your room by now. From what I've heard, you like your sleep."

"Trust me, if I could, I'd be face down and passed out, but I don't have a room apparently. They overbooked this weekend," you told her. Charlotte glanced at your luggage, which she hadn't initially noticed being next to you.

"I have extra space, king sized bed actually," Charlotte offered. You didn't hesitate to take the offer. Once you got up to Charlotte's room with her, you realized that she didn't mean an extra king-sized bed. You didn't mention it though, instead placing your things in the corner near the couch and sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was pretty late, so late that your mind didn't even start racing when Charlotte laid down next to you. "You can lay back, I don't bite."

"I don't know, those girls you came up with were kind of wild," you teased. Charlotte blushed a little as she pulled you to lay down next to her. There had been many stories about Charlotte's class at the Performance Center and FCW shenanigans.

"From what I've heard, you were the troublemaker in your group," Charlotte shot back. You couldn't deny that you had been a little rowdier whenever you were younger. In your defense, you had just partied your way out of college and needed something to make ends meet.

"I've grown up a lot since then. I am a totally different person," you scoffed. Charlotte laughed a little at your insistence that you were so different. She hadn't spent a whole lot of time around you, but she knew that wasn't completely true. You had less time to party and cause chaos, but that didn't mean it wasn't still going on.

"Whatever, just come here," Charlotte told you. You were about to ask what she wanted from you when her arms pulled you against her. Charlotte's head rested on your shoulder as she cuddled into your side. This had your heart racing in your chest, but you were still somehow able to fall asleep. Charlotte was warm and comfortable, and it had been longer than you were caring to admit since someone had shown you such innocent attention.

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After that night, Charlotte had begun inviting you to hang out with her more outside of shows. If the two of you were going to be staying at the same hotel for live events, you'd wind up in her room at some point watching TV and eating dinner together. You hadn't given it much thought, not until you found yourself at a hotel without Charlotte and started thinking about how much you missed her. To distract yourself from going down an emotional rabbit hole, you decided to hit up the hotel's fitness center.

It was supposed to be empty. Nobody in their right mind worked out at 1 in the morning. Still, as you got yourself set up on a rowing machine for your warmup, you could hear someone using a weighted machine. You didn't think about it, starting up the music from your phone and getting right to work. You didn't cross paths with whoever else was in there until you went to a treadmill for your run.

"You do know this doesn't help you actually run from your problems?" Sasha asked you. You shook your head as you continued on. "We can get a cup of coffee and talk. You look like you need it."

"I'm fine," you lied. Sasha stopped the treadmill for you and pulled you out of the gym herself. You didn't try to resist going with her. Just having company was nice, and you had always looked up to Sasha.

"Why were you in the gym so late?" Sasha asked as the two of you got back to her room. She had made you a cup of sleepytime tea rather than coffee, not that you were going to complain.

"I've been spoiled and can't stay in my own hotel room anymore," you said. Sasha looked intrigued, no doubt from the large number of dumb rumors from your past. "N-not like that."

"It could be like that, if you wanted," Sasha offered. You nearly spit your tea out as the two of you locked eyes. There was no pressure to make a decision, which was why it was so easy for you to set your tea aside and pull her in.

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Weeks later and you were, both emotionally and physically on some occasions, fucked. You liked both Sasha and Charlotte a lot. You liked spending time with them, but they seemed to fight over your time. It was getting to the point where you were splitting every second you weren't working between the two of them. You hadn't been truly alone in weeks and that was how you realized that too much of a good thing was in fact, terrible.

"Good morning gorgeous." Charlotte greeted you with quick kiss as she set her phone down to reserve the spot next to you at the breakfast table. Today was the first time in over two months that you had gotten to sleep in your own room by yourself. Charlotte walked off to get herself some breakfast, which was around the same time Sasha emerged from the elevator and made her way towards you.

"Feeling better?" Sasha asked as she dropped down onto your lap. Subtly was neither woman's forte, but Sasha was more open with PDA than Charlotte tended to be. Sasha didn't care as much if someone stared at the two of you kissing at the hotel breakfast bar. She did care, however, when Charlotte tugged her face away from yours by the back of her hair. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You need to learn how to keep your hands to yourself. I'm sure Y/n isn't all that comfortable giving the whole roster a free show," Charlotte grumbled. It was then that you realized they were both aware of each other. "I know from staying on the same floor as you, we've heard enough already."

"Jealous that she's moaning my name at night and not yours?" Sasha mocked. Charlotte clenched her jaw as she pushed around some oatmeal in a bowl.

"Hold on, you guys know about each other?" you asked. Both Sasha and Charlotte nodded, an obvious look on both of their faces. You felt sort of pissed, like they could have been cutting you a little more slack. There was a conversation that probably should have happened earlier so that you didn't run yourself ragged trying to make time to spend with both of them. "And not once did you think to bring it up?"

"Neither did you," Sasha pointed out. "You didn't have to keep accepting invitations to hang out. We'd understand if you needed time to think, maybe make a decision."

"I haven't had enough time to think that clearly lately. There's this really hot blonde who keeps making me watch dumb romance movies with her and very cudd-," Sasha held her hand up to cut you off.

"I'm not cuddly. We go to the gym together and then have sex, that's all," Sasha corrected. You scoffed, knowing that your time was mostly spent cuddling after the gym. Charlotte snorted at Sasha's statement, knowing Sasha well enough to know it wasn't true.

"We didn't want to rush you or anything either. Truthfully, at this point, we're fine with sharing you," Charlotte told you. "We'll just be more considerate of your time from now on. At least I will be."

"Don't act so high and mighty. I know she cancelled on me Saturday night because you were practically holding her hostage," Sasha teased. "But we're open to a schedule if you are."

"This is a lot, but that sounds nice. Maybe we could even find some time to spend all together too," you suggested. Both women seemed a little apprehensive, but ultimately agreed to negotiate something. They left you alone for the rest of the day until it was time to leave the hotel. You already had plans to ride with Charlotte, so Sasha decided to tag along to the next city with the two of you.

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litaskick · 2 years

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just anything with sasha banks please😭

my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules - Sasha Banks Master List

warnings: swearing

a/n: this one has been in my inbox for AWHILE, so happy to finally be able to put it out

summary: Sasha calls you after her and Naomi vacant the tag titles.

Done with Wrestling

You heard your phone ring, you looked over at it to see who was calling.

sasha

That was irregular, she usually never had time to call you during the shows, especially when she was supposed to be the main event of the night. You answered the call confusingly, putting it onto speaker.

"Sash-" You tried to say.

"I'm coming home." She cut you off.

To say you were confused was an understatement, she wasn't supposed to be able to come home for like another month.

"Coming home? What happened? Did you get hurt?" You asked.

"No, I'm not hurt." Sasha answered.

"Then what's wrong?" You questioned again.

"I think I'm done with WWE." She answered briefly.

"Done with WWE? Did they release you?" You asked. You remembered when you had been released by WWE not too long ago. You were so upset, you had spent years of your life into bettering the women's division and the company as a whole, and to just be thrown away like that was weird. But not long after your release, AEW had called you up and offered you a spot in the company, and of course you said yes. You loved it there, so many old friends from WWE and other badass women. But for WWE to release Sasha? That made no sense at all. She was the face of the company arguably, definitely the face of the women's division at least.

"No, not released..." You heard her sigh from the other end of the line.

"I just walked out, me and Naomi both."

"B-But why? Sasha you're like the face of the company, at least in the women's division." You asked, very confused by the sudden news.

"I'm sick of how they're treating the tag titles. They never take it fucking seriously. Me and Bayley worked our asses off to finally get those in the company and help flourish the women's division. But I guess it doesn't matter when the booking is terrible and the women aren't taken seriously." She explained angrily.

"I guess that's true." You spoke.

"They tried putting me and Naomi into a Raw women's championship contenders match. They're always trying to mix the tag division into the solo titles and it makes no sense. They just want us to push over the champions and make them look better, meanwhile we get taken as an absolute joke." Sasha ranted.

"Well, I think you did the right thing." You spoke.

There was a quiet 'mhm' on the other end.

"So what happens now?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" Sasha questioned.

"Like are you fired or suspended, or what?" You explained.

"Well, I don't know yet. Only time will tell." She answered.

There was silence for a moment.

"You know, I'm proud of you for doing that. Your fans will know who was in the right." You told your girlfriend.

"Thanks. Well, I'll be home eventually, I'll see you then." Sasha said.

"Okay, I'll see you then babe. Love you."

"Love you too."

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Trashtalking The Boss

Pairing: Sasha Banks x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Face Sitting, Fingering, Names, (Whore & Slut), Mommy Kink, Oral, Praise, and Spanking Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2,013

Summary: Trash talking Sasha leads to her showing you who's boss.

A/N: I haven't seen much of Sasha on here so I decided to try to write for her. Hope you Enjoy!

Sasha Banks is one cocky woman.

She walks around, thinking she owns the place. She acts as if she's the one carrying the women's division. She likes to tell people that if it wasn't for her, there would be no us, referring to the women in the company.

People grew tired of hearing it so they began to believe her, but not you. You've had your history with Sasha and she doesn't change. She never does.

Yeah, she had great wrestling skills and a beautiful body, but her personality and attitude is what threw it all off.

You were walking to the makeup part of the halls and met with other women. Becky Lynch sat in her chair getting her hair done. "Hey there, Y/n." You gave a small wave and sat down, which a worker instantly started doing your hair. "So, is there any tea today?"

Your former worker Charlotte asked. "Someone said that Sasha is supposed to have a promo." Everyone let out a huff while you rolled your eyes. Clicking someone's heels could be heard which we all knew who it was. "Oh, boo who, what a shame!!" She fake pouted, doing crocodile tears.

Everyone looked away, avoiding her while you looked dead at her. "Sasha, if you're not here to get makeup, hair, or gear, please leave us all the hell alone!" The girls nodded their heads while Sasha looked offended. "Excuse me, do you know who-" You cut her off, by talking over her.

"Everyone knows who you are, Sasha! You don't have to repeat yourself." Just then, the hair stylist tapped your shoulder, signaling that you're finished. You got up, not sparing a glance, Sasha's way. "See ya girls, tonight." You walked down the hall, to your locker room to get ready for your match.

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You're dressed in your gear, stretching in your locker room, for your match. A knock at the door came, which made you stop stretching and walking to it. You opened it and there stood, Bayley. You and Bayley had a match tonight, but you still were good friends. "What's up Bay?" She walked in and closed the door. "So for our match, I was thinking if I could do that one move-"

You two suggested things that you thought were good for the match. The Staff Members called you two up. First Bayley made her entrance. Boo's echoed around the arena as her music hit. You could hear her yelling at the fans that shut up.

Your music played and it was the opposite. Fans cheered and clapped as you came out smiling and waving. You even kissed a little girl's forehead before getting in the ring. Bayley rolled her eyes before the match started.

The match went as planned. Fans seemed to love it by the way they were cheering and chanting, 'This is Awesome!' The match ended with you hitting a superkick on Bayley for the win. Your music played as the ring announcer announce you as the winner.

Clapping could be heard, but not from the fans. You turned around and looked up the ramp to see Sasha. "Cut the music." The music worker stopped it. You listened to the fans cheering and booing for Sasha. "Congratulations Y/n, on your win."

You sat against the ropes waiting for her to say something. The ring announcer gave you a microphone. "What do you really want, Sasha?" You said, out of breath after finishing the match. "What do you mean? I'm just here to say congratulations on winning your match. Can't a friend say kind words?"

Your face scrunched up. "Sasha let me make one thing clear, we are not friends! We are far from that! You go around here being a bitch, calling everyone out their name, why would I want to be friends with someone like that?!" Fans cheered and praised you for standing up to Sasha.

Everyone knows how Sasha is and if you don't show respect, you're asking to be dead. Sasha let out a fake laugh, throwing her head back before turning serious. "You thought you did something there? It's real cute because if I have to remind you who I am, I will." Now it was your turn to laugh. "Oh, we know who you are, Sasha. The girl who is known as Snoop Dog's cousin."

'Ooos' echoed around the arena as Sasha grew mad. You smirked as she didn't have anything to say. "Come on, Snoop Dog's cousin! Come in this ring and get your ass beat." You dropped the mic and made a come here motion. Sasha looked at the crowd and dropped the mic, going backstage. The fans booed and you laughed.

You bent over and picked up the mic. "See? She doesn't want to fight the best." You shrugged your shoulders and continued celebrating. Soon you walked backstage and were met with praises.

Bayley walked up to you. "Good job, on the match and with Sasha." You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it's about time, someone put her in her place." Charlotte added. "Thanks guys! I'll see y'all tomorrow." All the girls said their goodbye and you walked to your locker room.

You didn't hear a door opening behind you, you didn't notice a figure emerging from behind you. You were suddenly grabbed into a room. You tried screaming, but their hand was on your mouth. The door closed and you spun around, only to see Sasha. "What the hell, Sasha!" You put your head over your chest, feeling your heart pounding.

She didn't say anything, but pin you to the wall. Your eyes grew wide as you looked at her. "You think your the best around here?" Her voice was low as she spoke. You rubbed your thighs together trying to stop thinking about the dirty thoughts. "Sasha what's wrong with you? It was for TV!"

She only laughed. "Oh yeah, TV? Calling me a bitch is for Tv? You really thought you did something out there? Wanna put my name down." You've never seen her this angry before, but god was it hot. She looked down and saw you rubbing your thoughts together.

A girl knows a girl's body better than a man. She knew what you were doing.

She smirked and looked up at you. "You're so dirty. Getting turned on by your 'enemy'." She shifted so that one hand was holding your wrists while her other hand went to your breast. She traced circles around your nipples, laughing at your reaction. "You like this?" You could hear the teasing on her voice.

You squirmed, trying to deny her, but it felt good. You've haven't felt any sexual pleasure in month other than your trusty vibrator. "Don't deny me, Y/n, I know you like this." You calmed down in her touch as she leaned over and kissed you. The feeling of her lips on your was mesmerizing.

They were soft and plump as her tongue slipped in your mouth. Her hands dropped your worst and circled around your waist, pulling you closer as the make out continued. You knew this was wrong. You knew that this would mess up the relationship between you and her on TV, but right now, you couldn't care.

She surprised you with the sudden change. She pulled back and grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to the couch. She sat down first before pulling you on her lap. "S-Sasha what-" You instantly stopped speaking when you felt a burning sting to your butt.

You moaned out, embarrassed when the room went silent. You didn't even have to look at her to know that she was smiling. "You've been a bad girl, out there, thinking you're better than me and trying to embarrass me to the world." She said, rubbing the cheek she spanked.

"I am better than you and I did embarrass you. You ran off like a bitch." You smirked as you felt her grip tightened and a hand came straight in your cheek. This hit was like no other. You yelled in pain. "This is what I'm talking about! You need to be taught a lesson by the boss."

With that being said, she picked you up, throwing you on the couch before looking down at you. "Strip me." She watched as your eyes grew wide once more. Was she joking? You looked in her eyes seeing seriousness in them. "W-what?" "D-did I s-stutter? Strip me!" She mocked, cocking her heels at you.

You gulped before slowly reaching your hand out to the heels, zippers. You unzipped the heels, revealing her feet. Were you really gonna do this? You did the same for her other door and looked at her confused.

"Are you dumb? Strip me!" You could tell she was getting impatient. You looked at her pants and stood up, unbuttoning them. You could see the blue lace panties she was wearing. You bent down as you pulled her jeans down her legs. Her legs felt so soft.

She stepped out and waited for her shirt. You stood up to her, making eye contact and pulled her shirt up. You were shocked to see her not wearing a bra. Her breasts were perky and soft as your fingers brushed a crossed her nipple, it hardened. You looked away at her, knowing something good wouldn't happen.

Sasha pulled her panties down and taunted. "You like what you see?" You nodded your head slowly. She crawled over you, stripping your clothes off, admiring your body. "I'm sweaty..." Sasha didn't care about that. She was here to show you who's boss. "I don't care! Lay back!" You instantly obeyed her demand, sitting on your back looking up at the ceiling.

"Such a good girl for mommy." MOMMY?! This woman is gonna kill you. You tried sitting up to see what she was doing, but was meant with her pussy.

SHE WAS SITTING ON YOUR FACE!

"Sasha what-" Your voice was muffled by her covering it. You closed your eyes and kept your hands to your side, trying not to focus and touch the woman who was sitting on you. "Do what you do best, Y/n." Her sweet smell was intoxicating to your nose. You couldn't take it anymore. Your tongue lapped at your juices, moaning at the taste.

Your tongue licked around her clit a couple of times, teasing her. "Don't play with me, Y/n." Her voice scared you, making you lick and suck her clit. She moaned out, as you felt her relax on your face, putting some of her body weight on your chest.

You flattened your tongue and lips in between her folds, humming at the sweet taste. She grinded her pussy on your face, moaning as if you were her out like nothing. One of your hands reached up, to play with her breast, rolling her nipples in your fingers, feeling then harden.

She felt her legs giving out, so she leaned against the arm of the chair. Your hand went in between your mouth and her pussy before pushing into her. She moaned so loud you sure people heard.

The wet noise from your mouth and her pussy could be heard around the room as you curled your fingers in a 'come here' motion.

Everything was too much for her. Your tongue sped up, licking her clit and your fingers thrusted in and out of her. You gently bit her clit which made her break down. With a loud moan, she came, still slowly grinding on your face.

You only slowed your movements by a little, helping her get over her high.

"Fuck, that was good." She got off your face. She looked at you, covered in her juices, moth glistening in the light. "M-my turn?" Sasha only laughed. "See, you're begging me now because I'm the boss, but maybe next time if you're good. I'll eat you out, maybe even fuck you."

With that being said she went to the bathroom leaving you on the couch, shocked.

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hitmanbalor · 2 years

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fin

sasha banks x f! reader

cussing 🙂

just don't pretend the stuff w vince went down okay okay djnendn

my smile widened as my wife stood tall on the screen with her title in her hand. her infamous streak was over and she finally won. jimmy, naomi or trinitys husband sat next to me. "they did really good." he said.

"hell yeah! what if i took jeys title for a night and we could fight our wives?" i joked. he said laughed as the two women danced and hugged around the ring.

"what about me?" jey asked coming up behind me and jimmy.

"can i have your title?" i laughed. "maybe vince will let me and jimmy have a go at our wives."

"id love to see that." jey laughed as the two women entered the gorilla area. they were in tears and my wife stood there holding her title in tears. i got up wiping tears of my own.

"you did amazing out there. that entrance was phenomenal, babygirl." i said as i gave my wife a hug, holding her. i tried to pull apart and she held me tighter.

"this is all for you, yn." she said and i smiled as my tears continued to fall. she looked down at my stomach that had begun to show. she leaned down and began to talk to the small bump.

"hey, it's your mama here. i got this title here. it's gonna take me to new heights so i can take care of you and your beautiful mamita." she looked up at me tears shining with a big smile.

"get up here and give the mamita a kiss." i said pulling her up and kissing her.

"i wanna carry our next kiddo." she said as i wrapped my arm around her waist and walked to the locker rooms.

"wait till i pop this one out and we will see." i laughed as she smiled.

"just looking towards the future. i have a gorgeous wife, a baby on the way, an amazing tag partner, and this title. im set for it babygirl." she kissed me.

"dork, now let's get out of here so this mamita can eat." i said as we walked into the locker room to a chorus of cheers.

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kyleoreillylover · 3 months

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Like mother like son, they are better as heels.

(Last one is my gif, if you use pls credit!!, second gif credit to @jonmoxleys)

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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(non) fatal five-way

pairing: four horsewomen (bayley, sasha banks, charlotte flair, becky lynch) x reader

prompt: 5. "take a look around the room, baby. they're all here to fuck you."

warnings: smut, group sex (f/f/f/f/f), strap ons. there is a lot going on here and i won't apologize for any of it.

You were no stranger to complicated situations. Tonight seemed to be no different. You had awoken to an empty bed and a single text from Bayley to meet her at an address later on in the night. Throughout the day, Bayley had pretty much ignored you. You had reached out to Sasha with the hope she knew what was going on, but the woman didn't seem to be all that willing to talk to you. Biting the bullet, you had gotten yourself dolled up and ordered a car to bring you to the address Bayley had sent you that morning.

"Y/n, finally. I'm glad you didn't leave us waiting long," Bayley said as she greeted you at the door. The address was for a house, one that you had never been to before. You didn't think Bayley owned it, but perhaps it belonged to a friend. There were two other cars there that you didn't recognize.

"Who all is here?" you asked. Bayley shook her head as she led you inside. A few steps into the house and you were greeted with the sight of Sasha and Becky lounging on the couch together. "What's going on here?"

"It's a surprise, and we're waiting on one other person," Sasha told you. Becky muttered something under her breath that you didn't catch, but Sasha did. You couldn't help but chuckle a little at Sasha swatting at Becky with a reminder to play nice. "How are you feeling tonight, Y/n?"

"Confused. Someone's been ignoring me all day," you answered with a pointed look towards your girlfriend. Bayley placed her hands on your shoulders to massage them as the two of you stood there. She leaned forward just a little to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

"Relax, this will be a good thing, I promise." There was something about the way that Bayley had whispered that to you that had the opposite effect than desired. Bayley did her best to quickly relax you before the final guest was revealed to you. You were slightly surprised by Charlotte walking out from a hallway, fiddling nervously with a strap peeking out from the top of her pants.

"Guys, do I really need to wear this? I mean, surely with the rest of yo..." Charlotte trailed off as she realized that you had arrived. Becky was glaring at her, as if she had ruined everything in that moment. You were still in the dark about the situation, staring at Bayley for an explanation.

"What's going on? It isn't like I need to meet these friends of yours, we all know each other already," you said.

"I want you to do something for me, okay?" Bayley asked you. You nodded, taking a deep breath and preparing for your instructions. <em><strong>"Take a look around the room baby. They're all here to fuck you." </strong></em>

You took a look around the room and realized that Bayley wasn't fucking around with you. Becky was staring at you like she couldn't wait to have a go with you. Sasha sat back confidently, already know what it was like to be with both you and Bayley. Charlotte was the only one who seemed apprehensive, so that would be where you were starting. You would take things slowly with Charlotte, easing the both of you into this.

"Wh-why?" you asked. Whatever nerves you had been feeling earlier came back tenfold. As far as you knew, there hadn't been some grand discussion about possibly doing this. Bayley knew that her friends were attractive, but this still felt relatively out of the blue for you.

"I don't know, I just got to thinking about it is all. And it isn't like I'm completely against the idea of sharing you. If you don't want this, we can call it off. They won't mind," Bayley reassured you. A part of you felt like it was logical to call this entire thing off, but you didn't want to. You'd be a liar if you said that you hadn't thought of each one of the women sitting in front of you before in that capacity.

"You know what I can handle Bay." It was an admission of trust, one that Bayley knew to take as the go-ahead for tonight. She smiled as she pulled you towards the couch, placing you in between herself and Charlotte. The blonde avoided making eye contact with you as she tried crossing her legs, obviously out of her element with the toy. You briefly glanced back to Bayley, who just nodded in confirmation that you were clear to set the pace. "Charlotte."

"Yeah?" Her voice was quiet, a little shaky even. You cupped her cheeks gently, forcing her to look down at you. This part was supposed to be the easiest, but it was arguably always the most difficult for you. Kissing was simple, an almost meaningless task at times, but you knew that you had to get this first kiss right if she was going to relax enough to enjoy herself at all.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked. Charlotte opened her mouth, but nothing came out. For a moment, you were scared she would back away, but then you noticed the subtle nod. You sent her a quick smile before slowly starting to lean forward. There were several seconds for her to back away, but she didn't. Charlotte pushed forward a little when your lips were centimeters away from hers, capturing your lips in what quickly became a very heated kiss.

Charlotte's hands came up to tangle in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Your lips parted slightly to let out a soft moan, and Charlotte took the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth. You opened up yourself to her even more, pulling her along with you as you began to lean back. You were stopped from laying completely horizontal by Bayley's body behind you, a reminder that you were not alone in the room. That was enough to make you break the kiss, now slightly breathless with flushed cheeks.

"Leave it to Charlotte Flair to make this all about herself," Becky commented. Charlotte turned to glare at the orange haired woman, but both you and Sasha were successful in capturing her attention instead. Sasha's hands came to wrap around Charlotte's waist as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crook of Charlotte's neck. You rubbed your thumb along Charlotte's cheek, watching fondly as she leaned into the embrace.

"Play nice Becky or you won't get to play at all," Bayley told her. You turned your head away from Charlotte to look at the woman you were leaning against. Bayley leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips before she slid out from underneath you. "I think we should get to the bedroom."

Becky was the first to get up and start moving. Sasha was next to follow Becky. Bayley lingered a little with you and Charlotte. Charlotte grabbed onto your body and lifted you up, carrying you into the bedroom as if you were nothing. Bayley looked a little jealous, most likely having hoped to get you alone for a moment before everybody started taking their turns with you.

When you got into the bedroom, you noticed that Sasha and Becky had skipped a couple of the steps you and Charlotte were taking. Sasha's shirt was on the floor and Becky's hand was inside of Sasha's unbuttoned pants as they made out on the bed. Charlotte turned your head away from them as she continued to hold you.

If Charlotte wanted your attention, then you would happily give it to her. The two of you pretended that you were in a space all of your own for as long as you could. Eventually, Sasha's moaning pulled your attention away. Charlotte was the one whose eyes had zeroed in on both Bayley and Becky's hands inside of Sasha's pants. You moved out of her hold and over to the bed, joining the others there.

"Hi," Bayley greeted you. You smiled a little, always having thought she was sort of a dork for doing that. It was nice though, allowing you to relax a little and not think about the fact that you were in a room full of people waiting to fuck you.

Becky pulled herself away from Sasha and focused on you before Charlotte could swoop in. You felt a little sad, having allowed yourself to get used to Charlotte pretty quickly. Becky was no slouch though, kissing you hungrily as she pulled you onto her lap. You could feel the toy she was packing through her pants as she pulled your hips down to grind against her lap.

"Shit, Becks," you moaned as Becky pushed a little harder. Becky's hands didn't pull or tear at your clothing, simply moving beneath it just to feel your skin. It was Bayley and Sasha who had taken the initiative of getting you out of your clothing. You could feel Bayley's fingers in between your legs even after Sasha had moved on to Charlotte.

"She's so wet," Bayley said as she looked past you at Becky. Becky nodded and pulled down the front of her pants to reveal her strap on. Bayley pressed several kisses to the side of your jaw as Becky laid back on the bed. You gave Bayley a kiss, knowing that you might not get many chances to later in the night before climbing onto Becky's lap.

"Wait," Becky said, stopping you from sinking down onto her dildo. She placed her hand in between your legs and slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. You let out a low moan as Becky began slowly fucking you. You started fucking back against her fingers, which was when Becky replaced them with the dildo.

Becky moved slowly at first, allowing you to stretch and adjust to the toy inside of you. You buried your face in the crook of Becky's neck as she fucked you, muffling some of your moans with her skin. Becky's arms were tightly wrapped around you as her pace quickened. You could feel your thigh muscles start to tighten and flex as Becky's hand moved down to rub your clit.

"You're taking her so well," Bayley softly encouraged as she placed her hand on your back. You leaned into it a little, just enough to change the angle Becky was fucking you at. Both Bayley and Becky smirked at the realization that you'd accidentally found the perfect angle. "It's okay. I know you're close Y/n, you can cum."

"I know I'm fucking you good. Cum for me," Becky echoed Bayley's sentiment. You tilted your head back enough for Bayley to kiss you as you came, knowing that was how you liked it. Becky's thrusts started to slow until Bayley pulled you off of Becky's lap. Bayley gave you some space to catch your breath before nodding towards Sasha to let you know it was okay to come towards you.

You hadn't known what to expect from Sasha. She had proven to be good at everything you and Bayley had invited her to try. Tonight though, it seemed she was content with just using her mouth to get you off. You were pinned down to the bed as Sasha laid between your legs. Her tongue moved softly and slowly, in absolutely no rush to get you off. Sasha knew by now most of the ways to build you up to a strong climax.

"Open up," Charlotte said as she knelt in front of your face. She was now completely naked, and despite having shared a locker room with her before, this felt completely different. Charlotte could sense your hesitation and placed her hand on the side of your face, gently caressing it. You leaned your head into the touch and decided that you trusted her enough to open your mouth.

Bayley must have talked you up before the other three agreed to do this because Charlotte slipped her dildo into your mouth. You could feel Bayley's eyes on you as Charlotte started to thrust into your mouth. The heated stare only seemed to arouse you even more, and you ended up cumming on Sasha's tongue much quicker than either of you had thought you would.

"Come here," Charlotte said to Sasha as she reached for the woman. Bayley pushed Charlotte away from you a little, giving the two of you more space. You could see Charlotte practically licking your wetness from Sasha's mouth while Bayley got on top of you. Your attention was promptly taken by Bayley as she started to run the tip of her toy through your folds.

"Fuck me," you told her. "I can do one more. Please, I want it to be for you."

"I'll give you everything you want, always," Bayley promised. You weren't to the point of being oversensitive, and Bayley would want to keep it that way. Bayley let you watch as Charlotte fucked Sasha and Becky moved behind Charlotte to fuck her. Sasha's hand found its way into yours as Bayley fucked you. You maintained the most eye contact with Sasha. Becky kept her hand on the back of Charlotte's neck, burying Charlotte's face against Sasha to keep the blonde from turning around and looking at her. Bayley kept her face pressed against your breasts, kissing and sucking little marks onto the skin there.

Charlotte was the first to cum, but she continued to push through until Sasha had finished as well. You came pretty soon after Charlotte. Bayley moved you to lay more comfortably on the bed before cuddling into your side. Sasha came last and she quickly moved to lay on Bayley's other side. You didn't mind sharing your girlfriend with Sasha, it was something that you had gotten used to over the years. What had surprised you though was the fact that Becky had found a spot on the loveseat in the corner with Charlotte, the two of them cuddled together in their own little world. It almost looked like Charlotte was comforting Becky, but you easily could have been mistaken.

"How do you feel?" Bayley asked you. You glanced up at her to see her eyes closed, but she wasn't asleep, just resting a little. "Nobody was too rough, right?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for checking up on me." You pressed a kiss to Bayley's cheek, which made her crack a smile. "How are you? I know it wouldn't have been easy watching all that."

"With them, I don't mind sharing you a little. So long as I get my time with you," Bayley said. You were happy to hear that, having been a bit nervous Bayley would get upset with how willingly you let her friends touch you. "At the end of the day, you're still my girl."

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